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godisshook · 7 months

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Enemies with Benefits

Ryder is the absolute worst.

We had once been inseparable. High school sweethearts, we navigated the tumultuous waters of adolescence together, supporting each other through thick and thin. Our breakup was a result of years of me fighting for feelings that he stopped reciprocating. The final straw came when I found out he had cheated on me in my freshman year of college. I decided then and there to end things and refused to speak to him for the rest of the year.

There was just one issue with all of this: we lived together. We went to the same college, and so made the "great" decision to live together our first year. Even worse, I had renewed my lease with him shortly before I caught on to his cheating, meaning I had to live with him for another year. After the breakup, the living room became Ryder's new home, and I dreaded going in there. Ryder wanted to ensure I was miserable, so he always left the house a mess. I resented him for it, with only the thought of me getting to move as far away as possible from him helping me get through the days. For months, we had ignored each other, refusing to acknowledge the painful history we shared. The air in our one-bedroom apartment was thick with tension, and I sought to avoid him at every turn.

With summer rolling around, I stayed in the apartment, not having much to do back at home. My saving grace came as Ryder said he would be on vacation, and wouldn't return until summer ended. At least I would have a small reprieve from his presence, and most importantly, I was able to claim the bedroom back. I enjoyed my months of peace as if they were my last, taking advantage of the peace and quiet to get work done and deep clean the entire apartment. The days flew by as I enjoyed both time by myself and with friends. The cooling summer air would serve as a reminder that the fun would soon be over. With Ryder arriving tomorrow, I decided to have one last party, taking special care to make sure my partygoers messed up Ryder's stuff specifically, getting some revenge on the way. Satisfied with the mess I had caused, I escorted my guests out for the night, and slept well, enjoying my final day of relaxation.

The sound of keys jangling at the door woke me, as the immediate realization of what those keys meant crushed me. With the sound of bags and shuffling now getting louder and louder, I decided to simply remain in the room, refusing to speak. As he finally reached the bedroom, a series of light knocks would hit the door. With it swooshing open, Ryder said, “Oh, how I’ve missed you,” laying down his backpack. "I really wish I could say the same." I immediately replied, a stoic look on my face. As he goes in for a hug, I shuffle to the other side of the bed and say "You're letting the light in." It was clear he was not anticipating that response, but as he gathered himself, he replied, "I really do miss you." His thumb grazed the curve of my cheek, caressing it gently, his touch both tender and possessive. In response, I let out a soft, breathless moan, showing my weakness.

In my defense, it was a moment of vulnerability, and we had hooked up now and then. Even though we weren't on speaking terms, it was impossible to resist that body of his, and so we would occasionally do it. However, it was only a few times, that I can promise.

While I didn't believe his words for a second, I couldn't help but notice how different he looked. I didn't anticipate his changing demeanor, but this new Ryder gave me a strange hope. A guy whom I had always regarded as a slob was now well-kept and dressed. I still hated him from the depths of my soul for what he did to me, but I was far more willing to be amicable with him if he was choosing to be better. Living together had its challenges, but it also brought back memories of our shared history. We had both grown since their breakup, pursuing our own lives. But beneath the surface, a lingering connection remained.

Late one night, Ryder would return home from work in an obviously bad mood. I was lounging around, watching TV, and upon his return, got ready to leave, unprepared to acknowledge the fact I gave in yesterday. I sighed, saying, "If you want something to eat, there's some food in the fridge or whatever." He stopped walking and faced me, his expression changing from apparent frustration to an appreciative smile.

Opening the fridge, he said, "Sorry for looking so mad, I just had a long day." I replied flatly, "We aren't dating, you don't have to explain yourself to me." This reply clearly struck a nerve in Ryder, as he simply stood up, and walked towards me. His eyes locked onto mine with a smoldering gaze, conveying his desire without a single word. The magnetic pull between us was palpable, igniting the air with an electric tension that neither could deny.

It was moments like this that were dangerous. He knew exactly what made me tick and exploited it whenever he could. Trying to feign ignorance, I innocently asked, "Why are you so close?" Ryder, now inches from my face, would finally make his intentions known. "Take me like you used to." His irresistible gaze made me fall apart, and I found myself unable to pull myself away. My fingers found the edge of Ryder's shirt, slipping beneath the fabric to trace the contours of his chest, reveling in the warmth and strength that lay beneath. Lifting it up, I silently went down a path of no return.

His breath hitched as I slowly helped raise his shirt, desire lighting up in his eyes. With our lips tantalizingly close to each other, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With a slow, deliberate movement, I leaned in, my lips brushing against Ryder's. It was a whisper of a kiss, a tantalizing tease that left us both breathless.

Now Ryder would take the initiative, getting closer as he kissed all around my neck. Ryder's strong hands roamed my body, igniting a desire that had been dormant for too long. His touch was both possessive and tender, a silent declaration that he had missed this, missed me.

With a barely audible sigh, our lips met again. It was a soft, tentative kiss at first, but it quickly deepened into something more passionate. Our lips moved together hungrily, and our hands roamed each other's bodies, reacquainting themselves with the familiar terrain. It was like the dam holding back all of our desires had burst open. Ryder's strong arms enveloped mine, pulling me in closer, while my fingers found their way to his broad chest once more, a feeling of safety coming over me as our bodies came close to each other.

I pulled away, breathless and flushed, Ryder led me to the bedroom, as we continued to explore each other's bodies with a hunger that had never truly disappeared. In the heat of the moment, our clothes became an obstacle we couldn't tolerate, and as soon we were naked, our bodies pressed together in sweet ecstasy. It was slow and intense as if we were making up for lost time. The room filled with the sound of our sighs, and the air heated up as passion mixed with desire.

"Let me fuck you," he said, a mischievous look coming over his face. Finally snapping out of my trance, I replied "In your dreams." Putting my clothes back on, I took my pillows and marched down to the living room. I didn't just give in to him once, but twice. Just living together and ignoring each other was not going to work. As I dozed off on the couch, I decided that I had to end things for good.

As I woke up that morning, I concluded that I needed to get things done. The plan was simple; firmly say things are over with Ryder, and tell him I'm moving out. My bags were partially packed, but since I couldn't get my things from there, I didn't have access to the bedroom for the night. Steeling myself, I walked over to the bedroom, with the music getting louder and louder as I ventured down the hallway. With my first knock being met with nothing, I knocked harder and was met with shuffling from the room, which indicated my knocks were heard.

As the door swooshed open, I was met with Ryder and a wave of steam. As the wave of hot air hit my face, memories of warm showers together and foggy mirrors filled my mind. Coming to it, I finally looked at Ryder. It was clear he was fresh out of the shower, and as my face scanned his chest, my blush gave away my emotion at the moment. Catching this, Ryder said, "Is there something you wanted, or did you just need to see me?"

My plan immediately went sideways as I got flustered, unable to get a single word out. Taking advantage of this, Ryder would whisper in my ear, "If you want me again, just say so." His husky voice in my ear sent me trembling, and the walls I had put up were crumbling each second. I had entered his room with the resolve to finally end things, to sever the connection once and for all. It seemed as if my plan dawned on him by the way I was knocking. He was calling my bluff, and it was working. My body would betray my thoughts, as I simply cried out, "I want you!"

Without warning, Ryder drew me into an intense, passionate kiss. I had no chance of resisting his hunger for me. It was like the dam holding back our desires had burst open. Our lips moved together hungrily, and his hands roamed down my body, reacquainting itself with the familiar terrain. I arched into Ryder's touch and gasped as his fingers dipped lower, exploring the sensitive territory that made my body quiver with desire. Removing his sweatpants, he sat on his chair, cock bulging in his underwear.

"Come and get it."

His words lit a fire in me, as I shifted up to him, and began feeling his bulge. Precum started to wet his underwear around the tip of his cock, and his dick pressed hard against his boxers. Teasingly, I slowly removed his boxers, and as his dick bounced up, it hit me straight in the eye. "Hey!" I said, shocked. He only shrugged, a sly smile on his face. With a smirk, I got to work, licking around his tip, as he threw his head back in response.

There was a familiar feeling to things, the way his dick fit inside perfectly, the way he knew exactly how to pleasure me, it was bliss. Our bodies fit together like pieces of a long-lost puzzle. Ryder's fingers brushed against the delicate lines of my face, while my hands explored the strong, sculpted planes of Ryder's back. In between thrusts, he said, "My cock feels good, doesn’t it?" I couldn't deny how he had been able to pleasure me, and I gave in. All I could let out was an ecstatic "Yes, more!" Maintaining his gaze, he continued pounding into me, each thrust sending me further and further to the edge.

Each stroke was a testament to the passion that had simmered beneath the surface for years. Ryder explored the valleys of my mouth with a mixture of revenge and hunger. Our breaths became labored, as their bodies moved in unison, a testament to our rekindled passion. Unable to take it any longer, a wave of pleasure washed over me as I came, with a moan escaping my mouth as Ryder continued fucking me.

As he held me in the quiet aftermath of our reunion, I could hear our hearts beat in unison. Keeping me in his embrace, he mumbled, "Sex smells great on you." I replied, "Mind saying that a little louder?" He smirked in response, as our usual banter flowed perfectly. Our intimacy deepened, both emotionally and physically, as we explored each other's desires and fantasies together. Many steamy nights were spent in each other's arms were filled with passion and longing, rekindling the fire that had never truly died.

#alpha men #alpha muscle #muscle #jock #bully #enemies to lovers

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it-happened-one-fic · 11 months

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Congrats on 300! Glad your writing is finding an audience. I'd be happy to submit a request for your event! Can I have TWST, Earl Grey tea and Angel Food Cake? Thank you!

Thank you so much for the congratulations! I recognized your name as soon as I go this request from the various comments you've made on my fics and it made me so happy! I hope you enjoy this Earl Grey Tea and Angel Food Cake fic!

A Pretty Good Choice – Floyd

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ romantic/ Earl Grey Tea and Angel Food Cake prompt

Word Count: 1922 words

Azul had come scrambling into Ramshackle, his pale blue eyes bright as he looked at me with raw excitement and a certain level of smugness that often seemed to come with success when one was dealing with Azul.

“I’ve done it! I’ve found a way to keep you here!” He stated those words with utter pride, which had me practically dropping Grim in shock.

In truth, we’d discovered that I couldn’t stay in Twisted Wonderland due to my status as a foreign entity. Crowley had been utterly delighted when he’d explained it to me.

“You see? I have, of course, been looking into the matter, and, as it turns out, we need not worry about sending you home! Rather, you will be sucked back into your world before long simply because you aren’t originally from Twisted Wonderland and have nothing to hold you here.”

His words had been a heavy blow because I’d become quite attached to the people here and to the friends I’d made quite some time ago. I no longer wanted to return home. Especially since I had no clue about what awaited me.

Everyone I knew, even my family, could be convinced I was dead and had probably already moved on, considering how long I’d been here.

To reappear now would throw everyone’s lives, including mine, into disarray. I wouldn’t even know how to explain what had happened, and I was almost positive that no one would believe me.

“Crowley told you it was just a matter of not being tied to this world, right?” Azul’s questioning dragged me out of my thoughts and back to the present. Causing me to nod even though I felt totally out of my depth.

“Yeah… He said that since there was nothing to hold me here, this world would eventually eject me.” Even the words tasted wrong, but I forced myself to remain in the moment.

Azul had said he’d found a way to keep me here. So maybe, just maybe, there really was a way.

I watched as the housewarden pushed his glasses up in what I could only call a smug manner, “Well then. All you have to do is get married.”

I gaped up at the young man as Grim let out a shocked yowl that perfectly matched my thoughts.

Azul rolled his eyes at both of our reactions and gestured for me to follow him, “Come with me. I’ll explain on the way to the Mostro Lounge.”

And explain he did.

Apparently, I would be entering into a contract with someone else that would be officiated by Azul and would essentially serve as an arranged marriage contract.

“You won’t actually be marrying someone, and should you find a partner who you wish to be with, you will be promptly released from the contract to marry that person. This is just a measure to keep you in this world,” Azul pushed open the door to his lounge as he finished smoothly.

I nodded slowly before frowning slowly, “And the matter of payment?”

Azul’s hand went to his chest in a feigned shock, “You think I would make you pay for such a service? Angelfish, I’m doing this to help you out of this truly unfortunate situation you’ve found yourself in. Let your partner-to-be handle the payment.”

So whoever was in this contract with me would be handling the payment… Well, Azul had said before that I had nothing of interest to offer him.

“And who is this partner-to-be?” At my words, Azul stopped. A genuine frown appearing on his face as he twisted to better face me.

“That’s the problem at hand. I brought you here to go ahead and sign the contract, but you’ll need to find a willing partner.” He looked back at me, worry shining slightly in his eyes in a way that reminded me that he was actually doing this because he cared.

Because I’d befriended the octatrio shortly after Azul’s overblot, and since then they’d been far more genuinely benevolent, though they did still like to be repaid for their kindness whenever possible.

“So I’ll be looking for someone willing to enter into an arranged marriage contract and foot the bill for your services?” My tone sounded wavering and uncertain to even my own ears, but Azul simply waved off my concerns, his own way of being comforting I supposed, before gesturing for me to sit at a table.

“You have plenty of close friends; I’m sure you’ll find someone willing. Just sit down, and I’ll be right back with the contract.” He twisted on his heel, looking towards the bar, “Floyd!”

At Azul’s call, the lanky young man in question looked up. His expression was initially one of boredom until he spotted me, at which time his eyes brightened.

It was odd that he hadn’t noticed me the moment I’d stepped into the room. Normally Floyd was almost inhumanly fast when it came to noticing my presence.

In fact, he’d often appear by my side with a smile on his face and my nickname on his lips before I’d even managed to spot him in the crowd.

“Get them something to drink while they wait,” After giving his orders, Azul glanced back over his shoulder at me with a grin on his face that told me he’d thought of something to sweeten the deal.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be on the house for today. Think of it as a celebration.” With only those words, he strolled off, not even giving me a chance to object.

And even if I had wanted to object, Floyd was already strolling over with a smile on his face as he whipped out a notepad and clicked his ink-pen in preparation, “What’ll it be, Shrimpy? I recommend something expensive since Azul is paying.”

I smiled slightly at his advice before shaking my head slightly, "How about something light… or maybe something to calm my nerves?”

I pondered my order out loud and got to watch as Floyd’s smile disappeared and a frown appeared in its place.

He sat his notepad down on the table and slid into the booth across from me, “What’s wrong? Having second thoughts about staying already? That’s no good, Shrimpy.”

Despite his light-hearted phrasing, Floyd’s tone was filled with something I was less used to. Concern.

Both his worry and questions startled me, causing my eyes to go wide before I shook my head vehemently, “No! No! Not at all. I definitely want to stay; it's just….”

I trailed off as I considered the situation that now lay before me, “It’s just that marriage seems so sudden. I haven’t considered it at all, and I certainly can’t think of anyone to ask to enter into this contract with me.”

I shifted awkwardly in my seat as Floyd’s gaze seemed to all but drill into me. Pushing me for answers and forcing me to sort through my own thoughts, “I mean, who would want to be in an arranged marriage contract, much less with me? And that’s not even considering the matter of paying Azul.”

The more I thought about it, the more it felt like I’d exchanged one massive issue for one slightly smaller but still very difficult problem. What made it worse was that if I didn’t find anyone, I would be back at square home.

Getting sucked back into my world even though I knew I wanted to stay here. Because I had people I cared for here. Floyd, Azul, Deuce, Ace, Grim… And that was only listing a small few of a very large number.

Floyd tilted his head, staying silent as Azul reappeared with a glowing yellow contract in his hand and a smile on his face. Or at least there was a smile on his face before he spotted Floyd sitting at the table that had no drink on it.

“Floyd, I thought I told you to get them a drink?” Floyd waved off Azul, eliciting a sigh from the housewarden before his smile returned, though gentler this time.

“Here Angelfish. You’ll just need to sign here,” He pointed at a dotted line as he laid the paper in front of me before offering me a pen.

I paused, hesitating before letting the pen’s tip touch down and I started carefully signing my name.

I had a myriad of concerns, but I had to at least try. Even if I couldn’t think of anyone, someone may yet show up who’d be willing to enter into this contract with me. Though who that was I had no clue.

I had barely pulled the pen away from the paper before Floyd had reached out, deftly spinning the paper so that it faced him.

“Floyd?” I questioned him aloud, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he continued on about his business, and I soon received his wordless explanation in the form of his signature on the dotted line right next to mine.

Me and Azul gawked at him as he nonchalantly unclicked his pen and pocketed it. Azul looked from the paper to Floyd and then over to me, while Floyd just grinned at me, completely unperturbed.

“Floyd, are…” I stumbled across my words, causing the grin on Floyd’s face to only grow as I fumbled, “Are you sure? This is an arranged marriage contract, you know? And-”

“I’m like you, Shrimpy~ I hadn’t put a lot of thought into marriage either.” His tone was a happy one as he leaned down until his arms were crossed on the table with his head resting against them as he continued to look up at me.

“But I like you, so if I had to get married, I think you’d be a pretty good choice. Doncha think?” His smile softened ever so slightly as he looked up at me, and I felt myself go still, my eyes widening as I looked down at him.

Half of me was still surprised by his impulsive decision, but the other half of me was beyond touched and even a little flustered as I looked across the table at the young man, who, I couldn’t deny, was one of the main reasons I wanted to stay in Twisted Wonderland.

I found myself smiling at him, fondness creeping into my tone as I answered him at last, “And I certainly can’t complain about this arrangement either.”

Floyd outright grinned at my words, sitting up and even leaning forward a bit with his excitement. His gaze was almost expectant, like he knew I had more to say.

And, to be fair, I did. Because how could I not when he’d just solved my issues with a single signature, “Thank you, Floyd.”

Azul let out a sigh at my soft words, shaking his head a little even though he had the slightest of smiles on his face as he looked between the two of us, “Then the two of you are sure?”

I looked up at him, nodding with a smile still on my face, as Floyd bobbed his head cheerfully and responded in his customary sing-song tone, “Absolutely.”

Azul looked down at the contract, still smiling, as he signed his own name on the only remaining line, sealing the deal and causing it to light up with a brilliant flash of magic as he worked his signature spell. “Well, I suppose there’s only one thing left to do then.”

He looked up at both of us as he finished, “We just need to tell Jade that he now has a sister-in-law.”

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nevesmose · 21 days

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Nostraman Nature Sucks: An Attempted Lore Post

Ave dominus nox Night Lords fans. I thought I'd take some time to go through the various NL stories I have to hand and see what I could find out about the animals that lived on Nostramo. Might come in useful for something, who knows?

Sharks and Whales

As a child, on several coastal journeys with his father, he had witnessed the eyeless barrasal sharks that would group together to hunt the great whales of the open ocean. (Night Lords Trilogy)

His voice filters into something savage and predatory, as hungry as the eyeless white sharks of Nostramo’s blackest depths. (The Long Night)

Not a big surprise since they talk about them fairly often and have the Space Sharks as a successor chapter but Nostramo does have sharks. Pretty gnarly-sounding sharks if I'm honest.

I didn't know what "barrasal" meant, so I looked it up and only found one thread on r/40klore that had the same quote in it as above. Hmm.

Assuming it's not a typo or a more straightforward reference to something I'm just not getting, I'd venture a guess that barrasal, understood here to mean of or relating to "barras" like with "abyssal" could be connected to the French Revolutionary leader Paul Barras who is mostly remembered for supporting Napoleon's rise to power before being overthrown by him.

So maybe the older barrasal sharks will make use of younger ones as temporary hunting partners only to be inevitably betrayed and consumed by them. Sounds about right I think.

As for the whales, where do I even begin? I would imagine they're "whales" in name only like in Dishonored:

This does imply the possible existence of a whaling industry at some stage in Nostramo's history, though.

Crows

Jago reached into his pockets, offering a handful of breadcrumbs. Come, he said to the crows. Food for tonight. Flesh, flesh, flesh, they called back. He laughed as several of the black birds landed on his shoulders and outstretched arm. (Prince Of Crows)

‘Yes. I’ve seen them in books. Is a crow a type of bird?’ ‘Black of feather and dark of eye. It feeds on the bodies of the dead, and sings in a raw, croaking caw.’ (TLN)

Breaking news - legion that keeps referring to crows in shocking has crows on its homeworld scandal. "This is outrageous," said local Nostraman cutpurse and skin disease enthusiast Verxaglryn Quickstabber, "here we are trying to make a good name for Nostramo as a respectable hellhole, a place you'd be proud to exile your worst enemy to, and yet we're surrounded by some of the most intelligent and curious birds in existence. I was shanking someone in a back alley the other night and suddenly I saw a crow learning how to use rudimentary tools! Not on my watch, I said to the rapidly cooling body, and I threw my shiv at it. But it just flew away." At this point Mr Quickstabber was obliged to end the interview due to having been eviscerated by the Night Haunter.

I know their communication with Sevatar is happening in a dream but I really like the idea of the crows adapting to Nostramo by developing some kind of psychic hive mind that's also able to be understood by human psykers.

Crag Cougars

A beast of my home world. When next you see one of the Atramentar, look to their shoulder guards. The roaring lions on their pauldrons are what we called crag cougars on Nostramo. It was considered a mark of wealth for gang bosses to be able to leave the cities and hunt such creatures. (NLT)

Every single one of them is Scar from the Lion King, isn't it? An interesting hint about Nostramo's geography though, of which more later.

Rats

Groundcars whisked by, headlights brighter than deep-hive rats’ eyes, the occupants snug and safe behind armoured glass. (Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter)

No surprises here either. Where there's people there's rats after all.

Something with tusks?

The older Astartes grinned, wolf-like and keen, as the Atramentar either side of the Exalted’s throne growled through their tusked helms. (NLT)

This isn't that conclusive because a lot of Chaos Terminators have tusks no matter what legion they are, but Nostramo being Nostramo they probably belonged to a species of giant carnivorous mammoth that ate babies and sprayed acid from its trunk.

Cows? On My Sunless World?

‘They are still of standard human stock, and not to be mourned. What does it matter if the cattle fear the herdsman?’ hissed Krukesh the Pale. (KC:TNH)

This one's a real reach on my part as it's very likely just a turn of phrase, but I noticed it because wouldn't it be slightly more typical to use a sheep metaphor here? Plus it supports the existence of Nostraman cowboys/ranchers/vaqueros which is fun.

No bats?

His helmet bore a new, spread batwing crest in blatant imitation of Sevatar’s own. (A Safe and Shadowed Place)

A sole space was neat: a circle around an iron lectern fashioned in the form of a bat’s outflung wings, which carried a heavy book bound in human skin. (KC:TNH)

Although they appear a lot in the VIII legion's iconography and artwork, oddly enough I wasn't actually able to find a direct reference to Nostramo itself having bats. Let's cover my ass by saying this aspect might therefore have been brought in by the legion's Terran component instead.

Some Nostraman geography

The Hill Folk lived away from the cities, eking out an existence in the mountains. (NLT)

What's worse than living in a Nostraman city? Living on a Nostraman hill, apparently. This seems to just be an idea of ADB's that doesn't come up again but I've always found it quite interesting. Were the Hill Folk as scummy as the City Folk, just with more of a down-home Dukes of Hazzard vibe? Seems likely.

This also supports the idea of Nostramo not being completely urbanised like some Hive Worlds are. In my view its continents might have had a geographical layout a bit like Italy or Scotland where the cities are mainly on the flatter coasts with a more sparsely populated hilly/mountainous interior.

What else? (This part is just me making stuff up so feel free to ignore it. I'm not ADB, I'm not even ADB's hat.)

If the rest of Nostramo's marine life is anything like the sharks and whales then it's fucking terrifying. I would imagine, because it's funny, that a lot of Nostraman food features disgusting industrially-processed fish in some way or another. Like the food in Dishonored but even worse.

Is something wrong, dearest offworld husband? You haven't touched your stale bread, whalemeat and jellied eels.

Since all life on Nostramo seems to be comically carnivorous and aggressive, it would make sense in a 40K kind of way for there to be giant predatory penguins living at one or both of its poles. A bit like the monstrous blind albino penguins HP Lovecraft wrote about.

Last known infrared pict-capture of an early Nostraman settler attempting communication with a juvenile specimen of the native penguin species. There were no survivors.

#ended up mentioning Dishonored a lot #fine by me I love Dishonored #shall we gather for whisky and cigars tonight?#warhammer lore #wh40k #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #night lords #nostramo #neves loreposts

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eunnieboo · 2 years

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life update + graphic novel FAQ!

hello! i’ve been hard at work on my book, but i wanted to share one of my favorite panels ♥ and i thought i’d take a moment to answer some asks! hope everyone has been well~

book Q&A:

🌸 chippedmoon asked:

Hi! I just found your Momo and Priscilla art and I’m wondering: where are they from???? I really want to read about or watch them. Thanks!!!

hello!! momo and pg are my original characters! you’ll be able to read about them in my upcoming graphic novel (!!!)

🌸 desmond-the-queer-dragon asked:

Hey! I just saw your artwork and I am absolutely in LOVE!! When is your graphic novel coming out and what will the title be??? IM BEYOND HYPED

🌸 chronodisplaced asked:

Hi! When is your graphic novel out? Is it out yet? I'd love to read it :)

AHH thank you so much!!! it’s going to be called If You’ll Have Me, and it’s currently slated for fall 2023! we originally planned for a spring release but had to push things back because of industry-wide supply chain issues, printing delays, etc... for a more in-depth explanation i found this twitter thread very helpful!

🌸 sleeepyinseattle asked:

Hi! Love Momo and PG. Do you have an estimated release date and/or link to your graphic novel? I'd love to purchase it when it comes out!

thank you so much! i’ll definitely be sharing preorder links when they are available, and the second i can confirm a date, i promise i will not shut up about it! i’m very bad at being active online but i really am excited and anxious to share this little story with the world.

🌸 Anonymous asked:

Hi! I absolutely am in love with your artwork and original characters. I remember reading a while ago that there was production happening to animate them. Is that still happening?

thank you! oh gosh, i think you might be referring to the graphic novel that was announced? other than that, i can only think of this short animation i made of momo for fun. but if there was an official animation happening i would 100% be losing my mind

🌸 Anonymous asked:

You don't know how fast I'm gonna buy your graphic novel THE SECOND it comes out

OMG!! THANK YOU AW... just seeing people excited about it and looking forward to it really brings a tear to my eye. i’ve kept a lot of asks regarding the book announcement (and momo / pg in general!) because they are so sweet and kind... i appreciate all of them so much, thank you from the bottom of my heart!!

misc Q&A

⭐️ Anonymous asked:

Hello! I looked on your socials and didn't see anything, so I was curious if you offer prints/would be interested in starting to do so? That piece that you posted on November 7th made me tear up a little and I would love to add it to my wall of sapphic art.

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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.8)

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Crowley makes Dean an offer, and unfortunately things go sideways. Crowley believes that perhaps Dean doesn’t know whether he wants to be a demon or human. You begin to wonder if Dean’s soul was still in tact after death after all, and thus you wonder if that is what’s causing Dean to become conflicted. What will become of the remnants of Dean’s soul if he continues on this path?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of murder, abusive moment from Demon Dean in the reader’s vision. May not be suitable for all audiences.

You and Dean made it to another hotel sometime last night and naturally, Dean’s first stop was at the local bar. It was predictable at this point but you didn’t really care anymore as long as Dean was happy with where he was for the time being.

In the beginning, Dean was happy. Then there was another issue with Sam that came up. Some guy thought that he could use Sam as bait to try and lure Dean out of hiding. But it wouldn’t work. He wasn’t going to stand for it. So he told the guy that he could shoot Sam all he wanted because whatever trouble Sam is in now, that was his responsibility.

Anyway.

Earlier, Dean went to some strip club and he was having a good time watching this exotic dancer swing her hips around a pole to Cherry Pie. God she was good and he could imagine so many things the two of them could do. Rather than be a good dancer, however, by taking his cash, she was being a bitch and evidently the security guard decided he wanted to get involved.

So now here Dean was, walking out of the bar with bloodied knuckles that he was cleaning off with his jacket only for Crowley to show up out of nowhere. Naturally.

“Oh Christ, what do you want?” Dean asked and looked at the demon.

“We need to talk about your little anger issues you’ve got going on, Squirrel. Come with me for a walk.”

“Really? This again? You and Y/N know I’m not a temperamental child, right? So what if I beat up a few guys here and there. It’s not like the authorities have caught us yet. So what’s the issue?”

“Y/N’s gotten onto you again?”

“No, but I know it’s only a matter of time before she tries to talk me out of some shit. She blames it on me being new to this demon thing, bein’ a rookie. I’ve had issues long before I became a demon and I handled them just fine, just like I am now so you both need to get off my damn back.”

“Just hush and come with me for a drink. We can talk more in depth about this when we’re in doors.” Crowley insisted and Dean rolled his eyes.

Then Dean’s mind drifted to you.

You had been by his side through this entire process of the mark changing him to become more and more of a demon, yet you didn’t have to be. This process wasn’t easy for him whether he cared to admit it or not, but you were patient with him. Maybe more patient than Crowley was.

Dean, well now that Crowley stopped sending his demons for “exercising” his use of the mark, he was trying not to kill so much. With that came the urges and the pent up rage he felt since he hadn’t been killing. Dean was trying his best to keep his cool, keep things under wraps as best as he could to at least show you he was trying.

Then there were just those moments where Dean snaps and once he gets one punch in, he starts to get overboard. He’s lost control with many security guards at different strip clubs and, or, bars these days.

Speaking of bars, he and Crowley found one that Dean didn’t beat a guy or two in. When they both walked in, they sat down and Dean placed an order. He just wanted a couple of shots but he knew Crowley well enough by now to know that he wanted something on the fancier, maybe a bit girlier side, with a tiny umbrella or two.

“So.. how are you feeling? On edge? Pent up? Unfulfilled?” Crowley asked and dean lifted a brow.

“I know I’m up there in age but I didn’t sign up for a viagra commercial. Y/N certainly hasn’t complained.” Dean replied with a smirk, causing Crowley to cringe.

“You two did what!?” He asked and he shook his head, “I didn’t ask for that kind of information.” The King of Hell said and pinched the bridge of his nose causing Dean to chuckle.

“Just the one time.” He said and the bartender came back with the drink and Dean’s shots.

“No, this isn’t about ‘little Dean’ or your.. extra curricular hobbies with the Mistress of Murder. I can’t believe I even said that.”

“Moving on.”

“Right, well.. It’s about the mark. It’s changed you.” Dean rolled his eyes and let them turn black as he looked at Crowley again.

“Yes, I’ve gathered that. It’s not news anymore.”

“I know you want to have all the fun you can though, party till you drop and all of that jazz. Live it up until Sam or whoever finds a way to take those black eyes away from you and what not, but the fact is this: You need to kill. Now.” Crowley said.

“What, did Y/N get a hold of you or something?”

“She’s been monitoring you and keeping me updated for your benefit, yes. She told me that she’s noticed you getting more uptight since I stopped letting the demons go after you.” Crowley continued and watched Dean take one of his shots.

“You heard it from Y/N herself that using that mark gives you a high. Murder is your drug, death is your favorite poison. And at this rate you’ll be spending the rest of your eternity to find it. Did she talk to you about working for me in your… negotiations?” Crowley asked.

“No, she left that out. Which I would have refused anyway since it’s coming from you and I don’t need much more monitoring when it comes to stuff like this.” Dean said and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, well I had the idea for you to, well… kill for me. It’s an offer you can’t refuse because it will keep your addiction from over taking you. I want you to kill for us. I know you can’t take much more waiting on who to kill next, so the question is are you going to kill some poor bastard on the side of the road, or someone who has it coming?”

Dean lifted a brow. If you knew about this, why hadn’t you told him? Did you not know the details of this little idea of Crowley’s?

“Who do you think has it comin’ huh?”

“Look at who you’re talking to, I’m a business man and I’ve got plenty of clients that would sell their souls to kill people in order to get what it is they want.” Crowley began.

“I’ve got a guy named Lester who sold his soul to kill little miss Mindy, a cheating wife who wanted a divorce but Lester wants to keep everything he has. I’ve got a girl for you to kill named Bethany - Catrina, her former best friend, said Bethany stepped on her heart and left her behind because she chose the lover, Alexander, over their decade long friendship. I’ve got another man on our hit list named Sean, his wife wants a divorce to run off with a high school sweetheart who happens to be the handy man, but she doesn’t want to split their funds so she thinks murder is the best option. That’s just to name a few. You can take your pick.”

Dean listened to the list, “Listen, they’re gonna die one way or the other. So why not take the chance and feed your little beast?”

“Fine. Let me take care of the Bethany and the Catrina thing. But just so we’re clear… this is a one time gig, got it?”

After that, Dean left the bar. He was eager to get a kill out of the way, but he wanted to know what you had to say about it first, if you knew the details of Crowley’s little proposal.

You were in the hotel room that you and Dean were sharing and you were watching some shitty tv show. The last thing you heard from Dean was that he was going to some strip club. Not really much of a shocker for you since he seemed to be able to thrive off that kind of entertainment.

You were just watching an episode of NCIS, thinking of all the different ways you could have gotten away with whatever murder was happening in their case. To you it was like there was always something the perp messes up.

The door of the hotel room opened and when you looked up, you saw Dean walking through the door and you noticed his bloody knuckles first, causing you to sit up from the mattress.

“Let me guess. Another security guy?” You asked as you waved your hands to make the blood on his hands disappear.

“Yeah.”

You hummed a little as you got up and went to the fridge. You opened it up and got a couple of beers for the both of you and you tossed a can to him before sitting on the corner of the bed.

“What’s with you? You’re quiet.”

“Crowley came for a visit of sorts after I beat up the guard.” Dean opened the can and took a sip.

“Oh yeah? What’d he have to say this time after the obvious, ‘I say, Squirrel. Your anger issues are out of control’ routine he gives you?” You asked, watching him smirk a little at your shitty Scottish accent to mock the other demon.

“Just that he knows I’m on edge.” You heard him begin as he leaned his back against the chair he was sitting on.

“Care to elaborate? Or are you going to be all stubborn and make me pull teeth for info?” You asked and Dean chuckled.

“He said he talked to you about telling me to work for him. Asked me if we discussed it in our… negotiations as he put it.” You smirked a little when you recalled your method of negotiating with Dean. It was definitely an interesting time you had to admit.

“He mentioned something about that, but I didn’t know any details. And frankly, you and I were too busy to really discuss more outside of you at least trying to hold back a bit at least for the time being until we have a solution.”

“Well, Crowley thinks he has some kind of solution… he wants me to kill for him, on behalf of those bastard that sold their souls to kill someone because they think it’ll benefit them somehow.” Dean answered and you opened your can of beer before laying down on the mattress again.

“Huh… well what did you tell him?”

“I told him that I’d take one of his cases but it would only be a one time thing. I’m not gonna be his bitch.”

You smirked a little to yourself, “Would we expect anything less from you?” You waited for a response but there was nothing. You looked over at him and saw him looking down at the First Blade he continued to carry with him.

“What is it?”

“One of the cases… it seems off. The scumbag that made the deal has it coming first instead she wants to take someone else’s life.” His response interested you. You thought that for sure that with the state he’s in now, a kill was a kill, no matter how guilty or innocent.

“Well, what’s the deal?” You asked.

“This girl named Catrina…. Her and her former little bestie or whatever were close or what have you. But apparently her friend, Bethany, or whatever ghosted Catrina and left for Alexander. Guess she preferred the meat package rather than her friend and Catrina or whatever got jealous.” Dean said.

“O..Kay? Well, what seems off about that? It doesn’t seem like that much of a big deal.” You said.

“Well, Crowley told me that Catrina isn’t exactly that wholesome. She shouldn’t really play the victim because she was bangin this Alexander guy so I think she just ants to kill Bethany to get Alexander all to herself.”

“Is that something against some code you have? A kill’s a kill and I don’t think it’s a smart move to mess that up no matter who’s more guilty.”

“It’s just.. I want the kill to be someone worth killing. I don’t want to work for some bastard or some bitch that thinks they’re holier than thou or they want to play the victim.”

This got more and more interesting the more he spoke. You wondered that if he was rationalizing his kills, maybe he did have some sort of morality left in him.

And if that was the case… did that mean Dean still had some of his soul left? If he did, how damaged would his soul be after dying and becoming human?

“Well you’re being awfully quiet this time around.” The hunter said and you shrugged.

“I get what you mean. If the kill is worth it, the high lasts a little longer and the urges are at bay a little than with some demon or even an angel.” You agreed, having been there.

“So you think I should kill the girl that made the deal?”

“Well no. The girl she made the deal to kill may have deserved it from her point of view too. But it’s ultimately up to you on who’s life you choose to take.” You said.

“However, I think it wouldn’t be smart to try and double cross Crowley and screw up the deal. After all he is a businessman.”

“He’s just another demon. As long as he gets a soul, what’s the big deal?”

“Maybe the fact that a deal is a deal and when a human makes a deal it automatically secures the contract on who gets the soul?” You reminded.

“I don’t know the so call ‘legalities’ of it all, but if the deal is broken by either party, Crowley may not get the soul.”

“You think I actually care about if he gets a soul or not? He only made this offer to me so I could kill somebody.” Dean said, you could tell he was starting to get aggitated.

You didn’t know what he would ultimately decide to do, but you had a feeling that it would be the exact opposite of what you advised him to do. You didn’t blame him for having that rebellion towards Crowley and you knew that Dean wouldn’t want to work with Crowley even if this little idea of his went well. Even if Dean did do everything right, you knew it likely wouldn’t be a permanent solution to Dean’s problems.

“Well whoever you decide to use that blade on, just be tactful and don’t get caught.” You sighed a little.

“You mean you aren’t going with me?”

“To be fair, Crowley offered this chance to you. You’ve had a lot pent up and it’s about time you get your release some how before you blow up on someone else. You’re strong and it’s only a matter of time before you beat some poor security guy so bad the he won’t be able to get back up.” You said.

“So? That doesn’t mean you don’t get to come along.” Dean said and you shook your head.

“You go on, I wouldn’t want to be in the way this time around.” You insisted as you glanced over at Dean who was looking at you with some kind of skeptical expression.

“Whatever you say.” He sighed before he got up from his seat. He threw his now empty can of beer away before he grabbed his jacket, then you watched him look at you. You wondered what was going through his mind at the moment.

“Oh don’t worry, Honey, I’ll be fine. Make sure you’re back for dinner.” You joked and Dean rolled his eyes before he walked out of the door.

You got up and you looked out of the window and you watched him get into his Impala. Hoping that he would get his head on straight for this kill so he wouldn’t get himself into trouble, you decide to lay back down once more. Your head was resting on the pillow and you let yourself drown into the thoughts of your mind before your eyes closed.

Dark, darker, yet darker the scene grows in your mind until you are surrounded by nothing but black. Then a red light begins to beam. It’s a small amount of light but it interests you enough to walk towards it. When you did, you’re blinded for a moment before your senses are overwhelmed with the stench of sulfur and iron.

You opened your eyes and you see yourself on a beach like you’ve never seen before. A beach of horror and death really as the ocean was nothing but crimson colored liquid you’ve been covered in more than you like to admit. A literal ocean of blood. The sand was white, mixed with sulfur and you assumed it was remnants of whatever demons you’ve killed in the past and even present. The sky above you was an ugly, morbid grey, perpetual cloudiness that would always hide the warmth of the sun or the coolness of the moon.

There were no signs of life for miles as you walked alone the gory shore. There were no animals, whatever floral life around you was also grey and dead. It was a depressing kind of place really.

Then, along the horizon as you walked you began to see a familiar figure. It was the familiar hunter that you had been traveling the road with. His clothes were stained with blood, hands red, but instead of that sinister grin that this new Dean had, the expression on this Dean’s face was sorrowful. He was muttering something incoherent and as you walked closer you could hear him.

“What have I done? They’re all dead because of me. It’s all my fault.”

“Dean? What are you talking about?” You dared to ask.

He looked over at you, his forest green eyes held so much sorrow. He seemed to gave bags under his eyes as if he’d lost weeks of sleep and you could tell he had some sort of immense weight on his shoulders.

“I never wanted it to come to this. I should have never gotten this mark.”

“You did what you had to do. You had to kill Abaddon. You tried your best to beat Metatron and now he’s defeated. Castiel has him held captive.” You reminded.

“That’s not what I mean…”

You watched as Dean looked away from you, then he held out his hand and parted the scarlet waters and it revealed so many bodies. The bodies of the vessels demons and angels used, the human bodies left behind that he’s killed without a second thought. You could see the bodies of those that he loved like Kevin the prophet. You saw more bodies of people he must’ve known even before he met you. There was a mother and daughter holding hands in their dead state. You saw his father, John Winchester. You saw other men and women he knew and loved that he felt so guilty for.

“You didn’t kill all of these people… some, yes. But there is a difference between murder and what happens in war.” You said

“Cain thought that I was worthy of the mark. He thought I was worthy to have it. I may be a skilled fighter and a killer but… I never wanted to be who I’ve become now.”

“What do you mean?”

“My vessel is fighting to be a full demon. I don’t want to be that person. I never wanted any of this to happen and I know where my story will end if I continue down this path…”

When Dean closed up the sea of blood once more, he extended his hand elsewhere and you could see red smog beginning to form. It started circling and growing thicker, the red turning darker until it became black. You watched the circle of smoke continue to whirl almost like a tornado until it finally dissipated to nothing.

What was left behind was heartbreaking. It was Sam, laying on a marble slab of some sort. His eyes were opened yet lifeless. His body had been butchered by an axe. His blood pooled around him, skin was already pale and lips purple and he looked stiff as if he was already in rigor mortis.

“All he did was try and help. He was right… I should have listened.”

“Oh quit being such a damn sissy.” The second voice sounded just like Dean.

In the distance, you saw a man holding the very axe that killed Sam. It was Dean in his demonic state with a smirk on his face. His hair was thicker and he certainly looked healthier than the human Dean. “You’re pathetic with him around, Sam was always in the way of your true potential.”

“Sam doesn’t know just how alive this condition makes me feel. I’m happier now than I’ve been in years!”

“But how much of it is real, huh? How long can you go around in bars before you accept the monster you are?!” The human Dean shouted and pulled out his demon blade.

“Oh you think you’re in the right state to fight me? All you do is mope around in your depression and self loathing. Me? You call me a monster, but I call myself complete and without any attachments holding me back. Killing Sam was the best thing I’ve ever done for us and you know it.” The demon replied.

You wished there was some way for them to coexist but you knew deep down there was no way that it could happen. Once a demon, always a demon. At least to the extent of your knowledge.

“Sam didn’t deserve to die like that! He should have been old and grey and had a life of his own! He should have never been a hunter in the first place. The kid was going to college before I pulled him into this mess in the first place!”

“Oh now you’re making me want to use this pretty axe to mess up that face. It’s a shame that it would be as pretty as mine if you slept more.” The demon chuckled and started walking towards the human.

“I’d like to see you try and kill me.” You could hear the human Dean say and your eyes widened as the fight initiated between the two of them.

When the two of them fought, you saw a third figure. The same man with the longish, unruly hair and salt and pepper beard. The face of the man that told you to accept the invitation from Sam and Dean to get you wrapped up in this mess in the first place. Cain motioned for you with his head to follow him into the dead trees.

Your brows narrowed as you decided to follow Cain whole the two Deans fought themselves to the death.

“He’s losing his grip.” You could hear Cain say.

“What does it matter to you? You were the one that gave him the damned thing. You caused this and you know that he was going to go through something like this!” You said, brows narrowing.

“It’s amusing that you’re angry now. When we first spoke you seemed so indifferent.”

“So I may have learned some things. Big whoop. Now how the hell did you get over this phase? Everyone knows you were a human before you became a demon. How did you learn to subside those urges and become less of a dick like other demons are? You fell for Colette and she convinced you to stop killing. How did you get to the point where you can actually listen to her?”

“You overestimate me, Y/N. I was in the spot Dean is in right now and I was in that spot for years.” Cain said and he walked to you.

“Tell me, though. Are you having fun with the new Dean? He’s not wrong about being happier. He’s got a weight lifted off his shoulders and doesn’t have a care about anyone or anything in the world. He’s the perfect killing machine and Crowley is not wrong for having someone like that help him make Hell what it once was. And Crowley isn’t wrong for wanting you to help him.”

“You know I never want to go back there. I don’t care if Hell falls apart or not. I can get what I want here just as easily as torturing should Abaddon forced me to kill in Hell.” You said.

“But you’re losing that urge. That’s the difference. Even without the consumption or injection of human blood, you’re becoming more and more like your father.”

“Even if I am, that doesn’t help Dean’s case. How can we get him to the point where you and I are now. You and I are still demons and we both have learned self restraint. You didn’t answer me on how you did it.”

Cain sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“You want to know how I did it? Here it is…” He said before he leaned in and whispered something into your ear so that neither of the Deans could hear if they were close by.

“You really think that could work?” You asked and he held out his arms before saying, “It’s what worked for me for a while.”

“Now that you know, the choice is yours and how to handle it. You know as well as the other demons of hell that Sam is looking for Dean. He’s tortured and killed demons just to find Dean and to no avail, obviously. You know Sam will never stop and if he doesn’t, that demon Dean may be right and he may kill his brother just as I killed mine.”

With that last thing in mind, Cain disappeared and you sighed.

When you walked back out, you saw that the demon Dean had beaten the human to a pulp and your eyes widened. With one last blow, the demon beheaded the human with the very same axe he used to kill his brother. Then he turned to you with his eyes an onyx black.

You could feel your heart racing in your chest as he walked towards you with the axe. He held it up as he asked you, “So.. what did dear old Dad tell you, Sweetheart?” He asked.

The tone of his voice made you sick to your stomach. It felt like he was planning at least ninety nine ways to kill you on the spot. “Just reminiscing with Cain on how he was in the same spot you were in before you killed your human self.” You said, trying to keep your tone calm.

You watched as Dean raised his hand and struck your cheek so hard you had to step back. When you looked up at him, you never thought he would strike you after all you’ve been through, “You really think you can lie to me? You’re about as transparent as a glass. I know you’re thinking of saving whatever humanity’s left.”

You took out the blade that you carried around with you and when you were going to use it, Dean wrapped his hand around your throat and pinned you up against one of the dead trees.

“This isn’t you and you know it, Dean.”

“You don’t know a damned thing.” Then he squeezed tighter around your neck, cutting off your air supply. You lifted your hands to try and pry his grip off your neck but to no avail.

“And if you ever double cross me… I’ll kill you in the real world just like I’m about to do here.” Dean said as he dropped the axe, knowing it wouldn’t kill you. Then he took the First Blade and he used it to slice your torso from groin to sternum. The worst part was that he had a sickening grin throughout all of it.

And for you.. everything went black

You woke up with a gasp and you flipped down the sheets and padded yourself down. You were alive. There wasn’t a wound on you. You were alive and Dean hadn’t killed you after all.

“About bloody time you woke up.” You heard Crowley say and you looked up at him, sitting up all of a sudden.

“You know, I really don’t appreciate the sudden appearances.” You rolled your eyes. Then you noticed the heavily displeased look on Crowley’s face, causing you to groan.

“What did he do?”

“Are you kidding me!? What didn’t that bastard do!? He killed my client so now I won’t be able to get the soul! He had the audacity to push me around like nothing in front of my servants! And he had the Gaul to tell me he would do whatever he wanted to do!” You let the demon ramble on.

You sighed, not at all surprised that Dean would make the wrong choice. “Why does he always feel the need to make the worst decision possible?” You asked to yourself, lifting a hand to rub your temple since you could practically feel the upcoming migraine.

“So what exactly happened? What did you say to him?” You asked Crowley and you got up from the bed, trying not to think too much about that vision or dream you just had.

“I told you. Dean came in the bar when I was being filled in by my underlings. I asked Dean how the job went and he told me that he killed my client instead of the designated victim!” He began and you pulled your hair up into a bun, listening.

“I asked him what he thought he was doing, he said whatever he wanted to do. And you know what I told him? I told him that I don’t think he knows what he wants.” He continued, and you lifted a brow.

“If he was really a demon, he would have done what he was told. He would have killed the designated victim without a second thought. He wouldn’t have had a preference if he were a full demon. I mean, even if Catrina was more of a bitch for her end of the whole ordeal, she was still a client who’s soul I lost because Dean can’t listen to an order! I even threatened the idea that he may have felt sorry for Bethany. If he had felt bad, then maybe he’s more human after all except he’s got those pretty black eyes of his and he’s working alongside you and me.”

“Is this rant over? He’s still new to this thing. You knew deep down this would be more challenging than you thought. Cain didn’t always kill the first person he comes across either.” You reminded.

“All I’m saying is that he needs to pick a damned side!” He said and you hummed a little.

“He thinks he’s all big and bad now that he’s partially a demon and has that mark. Everything I’ve done is for him and this… this is how he thanks me?! By killing my client and threatening me since I told him to pick a side? He thinks he can kill me if I make some kind of move, like he has the upper hand on him!”

“To be fair, he does have the upper hand. You haven’t had too much experience fighting on the field so he’d definitely beat you and even kill you.” You replied point blank.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Hey, you were the one that decided to have him tag along with you. Plus, you’ve never had the best relationship with the Winchesters so I don’t see why you keep treating him like a best friend. A best friend wouldn’t treat you like Dean has.” You reminded and Crowley went silent for a moment.

“He said he wasn’t my ‘bestie’ and I get that. I don’t know why I try with him. All he said was that if he wants a kill, he’ll call. But with this last job I don’t think that’s gonna happen anytime soon.”

“So I’m gathering you basically broke up with Dean? Why did you come here to bitch to me about your issues if you two are done.” You asked, causing Crowley to shrug a little and as he went to go out of the door.

“Consider it a caution. Those Winchesters can’t be trusted. And at this rate, I’m considering giving Moose a call.” He said.

“That’s the move you’re planning on making? Damn if you wanted Dean to kill you that badly why didn’t you just tell him to kill you?”

“It was nice talking to you too, Y/N. But seriously. If you want to save your skin, either call Sam and tell him where Dean is, or walk away.” After that, Crowley walked out of your hotel room door.

You sighed but you had to admit that all of this was something to think about along with that vision you had. Something had to be going on with Dean. Maybe he wasn’t sure what he truly wanted after all.

Some hours went by and you started to think about some things. What if Crowley was right and Dean couldn’t get a grip on himself? What if turning him over to Sam was the best way?

If they could change Dean back into a human, all you could think about was that vision. What would happen to Dean if he was human again? What kind of a toll would that take on Dean if he remembered everything he did as a demon? How much guilt would he have on his shoulders?

Yet if Dean remains a demon, you knew that so many innocents would be killed. That is if Dean would end up choosing to kill despite his morals. You knew that he would kill his own brother without hesitation like he did in your vision as well.

“What are we going to do now, Dean?” You asked yourself but something deep within your conscience knew what you should do.

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your text messages just to see the one name you were conflicted about contacting.

Sam…

Hey guys, sorry for the cliffhanger. But thank you to all of you who have been reading this series! I hope you are all enjoying the plot so far and I hope you all are doing well!

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In a Corner I Haunt: Everybody Moved On (Chapter Two)

ch. 1 (currently being edited)

I did not intend on this little angst piece becoming a bigger idea, but here we are. Currently there is no graphic content, bur this series will eventually contain smut so I’m asking for solely an 18+ audience.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!OC

Word Count: 3k

Series Warnings: Cheating, Thoughts of cheating, Smut, Angst with semi happy ending, Divorce, Discussion of parental depth, Mentions of past domestic abuse, Neglecting spouse, Cursing, Peter on the verge of a nervous breakdown. More to add.

Chapter Warnings: Description of love interest, Love interest is given nickname, Implied thoughts of cheating, chapter is pretty diff Peter heavy.

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There was a girl who sat in the west courtyard of ESU on Saturday, Sunday, Wednesday, Thursday and occasionally Friday his sophomore year. She sat under the same tree since the start of the spring semester, the old cherry blossom tree that was right off the path Peter skated everyday towards Dr. Octavius’ lab. On the weekdays she had her laptop snug in her lap with whatever it seemed she could get from the campus cafe, her favorite seemed to be a Matcha Latte with some type of croissant sandwich. On weekends she sat there enjoying the warmer days with a book, or sitting in a cardigan working on her laptop.

On some days Peter found himself walking past, and walking slower to really capture her and her beauty. On occasion he thought about stopping and talking to her. Asking her about what book she was reading this time, or what it was she was typing away on. However, according to his friends that would be stalkerish, giving away that he had been watching her quite a bit over the last few weeks. That girls liked to be met organically, without being watched beforehand. So here he was camera in hand, swallowing his words in his throat as he approached her.

“Photo for the ESU Daily?” He whispered nervously, his words slewing out in one big word.

“Do we take random photos for the Daily now?”

“Oh well, it’s this piece I’m working on about students who take their..their work outside.” The lie seemed perfect to him, no flaws, the best and most calm lie he’s ever told.

“I’ve never seen you in the writing room.”

What.

“Mhm, what?”

“I’m a writer at the daily.”

“Oh..” Peter’s eyes shifted around uncomfortably, clearing his throat and opening his mouth to defend himself.

“But I have seen you in the darkroom. You’re Parker.”

“Peter..Parker. Peter Parker.” He thrusted his hand into her face smiling. She smiled, choking on a laugh, taking his hand and shaking it.

She looked up at him, giving him her name with a sweet smile. Her eyes setting a part of his soul on fire, he was sure of it. There was a softness that grew in the pit of his stomach as he looked down at her.

“Not to make this awkward but do you stare at all the people you’re interested in from a distance or just a select few.”

“Oh you noticed that.” He laughed, his hand coming up to tuck his hair back and scratch his neck out of embarrassment. “Select few. You should feel really flattered.”

“Good, I do.” Her laugh echoed in his ears, settling into a part of his brain and making a home in his memory already. “Do you want to..I don’t know have a seat.”

Peter physically restricted himself from sitting next to the girl, he knew he’d be so late and Otto would maybe actually kill him this time.

“I would really love to, but I’m about to be late and if we are gonna have a..seat together I’d like to be alive for it.” Quickly, Peter scribbled his phone number down onto a gum wrapper he found in his pocket. Handing it to her. “Here is my number, you can call me and we can like, meet tonight or whenever at that uh- italian place up the block.”

“Leo’s?”

“Yeah that one is perfect.” He smiled as he ran backwards away from her. His cheeks burning red, he wondered if his smile was still noticeable to her. Peter turned around taking off towards Otto’s lab, jumping up out of excitement. His other commitments would have to wait till after this date.

Tears hung in Peter's eyes today, his stomach had crawled its way up his throat. He looked at that same tree today, hands dug deep in his pockets. He had decided to take a small detour on his way to pick up his daughter from the English department. He approached the tree that still stood in the west courtyard; tall and barren from the cold season. It felt like a laugh in his face. An evil metaphor crawling out of the shadows at him, showing him what he had thrown away. He reached out letting his finger draw over the initials carved poorly into the tree. It was a silly thing he did for her on their two month anniversary, forever commemorating their meeting spot, thinking that one day he’d bring her back here and purpose. Coward.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzzzz..

Peter dug his hands around in his pockets grasping at his phone, finally getting it in his palm. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Alice, sorry I’m on my way now I just got stuck on the subway. Camilia excited?” He asked as he cut through the west courtyard heading towards the Lee English Hall.

“Well she’d be a little bit more excited if her daddy were on time.”

“I know I just ran into a old friend, and then I got caught-”

“I do not care Pete,” Her brief scoff was heard on the other side. He knew it was not directed at him. She was really stressed with her first year teaching. “I just need you to get here so I can teach my one o’clock lecture baby, please.”

“Gotcha, headin’ your way now.” Peter hummed slowly, pushing through students on the sidewalk mouthing apologies. “I love..” the dial tone rang loudly in his ear. “You.” He sighed, pocketing his phone and continuing his walk.

Had this been a couple years ago he would be skateboarding through these people not worried about what they thought of him, he missed being young and non caring. Peter looked at the couples eating outside on the benches and suddenly he remembers being that boyfriend bringing his girlfriend lunch between classes. Rushing kisses, and rushing through lunch, skipping out on the last bit of Otto’s lecture and lab work to get to the journalism building as fast as possible. He remembers her surprising him during lab hours with dinner, they would sit and enjoy one another's company till early morning hours. Then they’d pick whose place to go back to, then she’d fall asleep on her shoulder the subway ride back.

He has a beautiful life now, but now he can’t even begin to think about what his life with her could have been like. He could have had Camilia with his girl, they could have gotten engaged that night had he just not gotten cold feet. Peter shook his head pulling himself out of his selfish and insane thoughts, and suddenly he was in front of Lee Hall where the English department was. He sighed walking around the back entrance where the offices were located, and muscle memory carried him the rest of the way down the hall.

“Daddy!”

The voice piped up as Peter pushed open the office door, Alice smiled at her daughter and it slowly disappeared off her face as she looked at Peter. He took his daughter into his arms as she climbed up his side.

“Got everything ready?” Peter asks, kissing his little girl's head. “We gotta go see grandma May. Then we are gonna go get ice cream, and then we are..off to the science museum” Peter spoke in a theatrical voice, making his daughter smile. He grabbed her, lifting her up, moving her around like a rocket shooting off. Alice stares at the two, a smile on her face directed only at their daughter.

“Peter, can you take that outside please. I’d like for my office to not be destroyed. You two get too rowdy, and it always ends up with something broken.” She sighed, blowing her daughter a kiss goodbye.

“Momma ‘s not our fault.” Camilia says, her annunciation falling short due to her missing teeth.

“No baby it’s not. It's daddy’s for passing on all those awesome spider powers to you.”

Though she says it like a compliment, Peter can hear the passive aggressiveness lacing his wife's voice. It would be a lie to say it isn’t pushing a knife deeper into his stomach, his sweet girl would never have referred to him this way. So dismissive, inciting that he was a problem to her life. He shook his head and put on a smile, kissing his daughter's head. “Bye Allie, say bye momma.”

“Bye momma.” Cami waved as Peter carried her out of the office, her spider-man backpack thrown over his left shoulder.

“Okay daddy?” Camilia asked, looking up at him, her big doe eyes reflecting himself in them. Peter smiled down at his daughter, the metaphorical knife leaving his gut.

“I am perfect, Cami. How about you, are you good- wanna walk?”

“No, wanna stay here.”

She says watching the people pass by them, Peter smiles as he approaches the subway station heading down the steps. He looks down at his daughter and back ahead of the hoards of people ahead of them. He thinks that he could do this on his own, he thinks about the life he and his daughter would have had he just held out for a bit longer, and he thinks about her again. Then the doors of the subway open, and he steps on bringing himself back down to reality as his daughter talks to him about all the animals she saw on her way to ESU this morning and for the next couple hours he’s content living in this bubble. Once his daughter dozes off on his shoulder he thinks about his sweet girl once more, wondering if her number is still the same. He contemplates calling her, begging her for one last touch. Begging to have her one more time, begging her to be the mother to his child. Promising to change, to not pull back at the last second this time. Then the cart jolts, and he catches his daughter in his arms remembering the man he is.

…

May’s house is just the same as it has been for decades, except now for the first time in about 20 years there are toys scattered on the floor once again and he walks into the house surrounded by the scent of cookies.

“Nana!” Camilia yells running to the kitchen as soon as Peter put her down. Peter heard May’s gasp followed by a groan as she reached down to pick the little girl up.

“Hi May!” Peter smiled walking to the kitchen putting his keys and Camilia’s bag down on the counter.

“Hi babies.” May says kissing Camilia’s head and reaching up to kiss Peter’s cheek. Peter smiled letting his hand rest on her back. “Oh Cami let those cool.” Peter says, reaching his hand out to catch his daughter before she could grab the hot cookies.

“Okay..” She sighs, wiggling out of May’s arms, landing on her feet as she hits the ground.

“Oh she stresses me out when she does that. She gets that from you.” May laughs, wagging a finger at Peter, watching Camilia grab her bag running to the living room.

“I know I apparently gave her all her negative traits.”

“Oh who says that?” May questions, pulling the cookies off the sheet and putting them on the plate.

“Alice.”

“Well..” May points the spatula at him like she’s about to say something profound. “Oh well, maybe I shouldn’t say that.”

“No, no, let's hear it.” Peter laughs his hand on his cheek.

“Alice has more negative traits coming out her tuchus than you have in your whole body. Which one of you started fighting crime at eighteen years old, and which one of you got your daddy to pay your way through college mhm?”

May was never a fan of Alice. May was a very big fan of his sweet girl, she adored her and he knows the two still frequently talk during holidays and other times just when they feel like it. May was more devastated about their break up than he was at the time. Which couldn’t prepare him for what her reaction was about to be.

“I saw her today.”

May’s jaw dropped, as did the spatula landing on the linoleum floor. “Oh my gosh how was it, how was she? How do you feel?”

“She looked..beautiful as ever, the same as the day I left her. Older now obviously but, it was like looking at a ghost.” Peter laughed. “I got so overwhelmed..now I can’t get her out of my head, May. I just, I’m so wrapped up in what could have been. I made a mistake. I think I made a big mistake.”

“I told you that five years ago..you’re just like your uncle. Goes in one ear and right out the other until you’re ready. I swear..” May shook her head laughing, putting a cookie in Peter’s hand and several on a plate for Camilia. Peter’s lips pushed into a bittersweet smile and he nodded, his aunt was right.

“Cami, come get your snack.” Peter says. Camilia runs in and leaves so fast it’s like she never even entered the room. Peter watched her sit on the couch TV blaring to where she couldn't hear.

“You calling that little girl a mistake?”

“No, just my marriage.” It was a loaded statement. Peter had asked Alice to marry him after only six months and impulsive night after attending a friend's wedding. There was no ring, just this intense pressure to settle down and do it soon. “Camilia made it better, for a while. We both love her, we just..haven’t loved each other in quite a while.”

“You don’t have to tell me. I know.” May says. “I tried to warn you several times leading up to the wedding. Even on your wedding day. This is not love Peter. This is infatuation, infatuation wears off.”

“I thought you were just saying that because you wanted me to marry your girl.”

“My girl” was what May used to call her. Peter thought it was cute, May always wanted a daughter and she became that by extension of Peter. But he always called her angel. He couldn’t place why or how that nickname came around. Maybe because she was, to him, some type of divine entity that came to him to pull him out of that dark place. Whenever speaking to her or about her it was always angel this, angel that.

“Well..it was partially that too but I never liked Alice. She never liked me. She wouldn’t let me give you a way at your wedding because I wasn’t your biological mother and that only women are given away. Oh that made me so mad I coulda hit her, but I reframed, I kept my mouth shut.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen t’ya May.”

Peter says, reaching his hand across, holding her hand. “You are my mother. Biological or not you raised me, you know this. I wish you had told me before today, I don’t think I would have gone through with the wedding.”

“Sweet to say but you would have.”

Peter tilted his head holding his aunt's hand reassuringly. “Are you gonna see her again?” May asks.

“I’m not sure. I’d like to. I dunno if she…would want to see me again.”

“Well you didn’t hear this from me, but I don’t think she’d be too disappointed in hearing from you again.”

“Thanks May. You always know what to say.”

Peter smiled hugging his aunt kissing her head. His heart settling into his chest again felt right, and knew what to do but his brain was still screaming at him. “Come on, living room. Let’s see what Paw Patrol is up to today.”

Peter grabbed their drinks and the plate following into the living room, both of them sitting on either side of Camilia. Angel still lingering in the back of his mind.

…

May almost kept them the whole day, if Peter hadn’t caught his watch when he did he would have missed general admissions to the museum. Peter practically had to drag Camilia away from May, her begging to stay the night. Peter promised that he would message Alice about it to make sure it was okay after they got out of the museum.

“Are we gonna see the big t-rex?”

“Of course we will Cami, I’d be a terrible daddy to not let you see the dino.”

“You really would be.”

Peter laughed and rubbed his daughter's head ruffling her brown curls as they walked the steps to the science museum. “Up!” She demands whispering a please at the end, Peter caved lifting her up carrying her on his shoulders.

Showing the woman at the door their tickets, Peter smiled gratefully at her. As they walked in Camilia’s gasp could be heard, Peter smiled his eye catching what she was looking at. In the center of the room stood a banner for the new dinosaur exhibit and a small skeleton of a velociraptor next to a statue of one.

“He was about as big as you are honey.” Peter laughs.

“Cool.” Camilia smiles, her hands drumming on top of her fathers head in excitement. Peter laughed, reaching a hand up to stop her patting her small hands reassuringly. A voice rang out behind him that made him stop in his tracks.

“Picture for the Bugle?” His angel's voice rang out behind him, Peter turned around hugging his daughter's leg.

“Peter.” She smiles, she was dressed differently than what she had been earlier at the restaurant. Her brown hair clipped back out of her face, eyes looking up at him like they never lost him.

“Angel.” He whispers.

Her head tilted to the side like a dog hearing its owner's voice. She laughed, dropping her shoulders. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. I was starting to think you forgot about that name.”

“Never.”

She looked at the little girl on his shoulders. “This must be the sweet Camilia you were telling me about earlier.”

“This is yes. Camilia this is-”

“Angel.” Camilia states.

“Sure yeah, we were old friends in college.”

She was almost your mother.

He refrains from speaking.

Angel smiles lifting her camera snapping a photo of the pair, Peter smiles looking past the camera and to her.

“Perfect, that's gonna go on the front page.” She hums, Peter looks confused. “Jameson put me in charge of the opening of the dinosaur exhibit and I’m writing a piece about it.”

“Since when did Jameson stop caring about hard hitting news?”

‘Since I begged him to let me make the dinosaur exhibit front page this week, and the museum is paying him to do it.”

“Now that sounds like him.”

It’s silent for a moment and Peter feels all his emotions building up like vomit in his throat, no way to stop it.

“Do you like dinos, Angel?”

Camilia asks looking down at the lady, Peter smiles, pulling his daughter off shoulders holding her to be eye level.

“I do.”

Before Peter could stop himself, the words fell out of his mouth. “You should walk it with us. Cami could easily be our tour guide.”

“You know what I’d love too.”

“Great.”

Peter nodded at her, as soon as the words left him Camilia’s feet hit the ground. her hand grabbing Peter and Angel’s, smiling up at them as she begins to drag them into the start. Angel’s smile lit his insides on fire just like at the restaurant, just like all those years under the tree on the west courtyard at ESU.

This could only end in one big glass shattering way, as it did all those years ago.

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The World Ends With You

Author: @lihhelsing l Artist: @keikei_firefly l Artist: @verdiris Posting on Thursday, November 30

After the world ended and the undead creatures were everywhere, Steve Harrington survived by isolating himself. Completely alone in a house, he barely knows what to do when someone breaks in. Injured and alone, Eddie Munson slowly wins Steve’s trust as they navigate surviving together in the middle of the Apocalypse and their relationship grows into something Steve can’t quite understand. But just as he has his share of secrets, Eddie has some of his own and this might be enough to get in the way of whatever they were building together.

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It took a bit of time for Eddie Munson to be on his feet.

Or maybe foot was more accurate. Steve was honestly shocked Eddie had been able to stand like that, let alone walk for who knew how long.

He would definitely need to take a closer look and he already knew he was completely out of his depth. He had seen broken bones and crushed limbs on his mother’s medical books but he never saw it in real life. That was still the best shot Eddie had so it would have to do.

Steve also knew what he was about to say was a douche thing, but one could never be too careful.

“I need you to strip down,” he said and there it was again, the weird sound Eddie made when he laughed. It ringed in Steve’s ears and tingled his brain.

“Woah, Harrington. Guy’s usually pay at least for a coffee first, but I can’t say I’m opposed to the idea,” Eddie answered easily, a grin splayed across his face. Steve stared and stared and he was afraid he was blushing but the dark should still conceal his face. “Oh, you’re serious.”

“Deadly,” Steve added and let the word hang between them.

Death had taken a new meaning for Steve after everything. You didn’t just throw the word around like a joke anymore like ‘Oh I’m dying to eat chocolate muffins’. It felt especially disrespectful now that death walked the earth.

Eddie bit his lower lip like he was thinking about it.

“If you’re not going to strip I can show you the exit,”

“Harsh, man. It’s been a while since I’ve made a show of undressing in front of a guy. Gimme a minute, will you?”

When they were done Eddie did his bit cleaning everything up and they went into the living room. Eddie lay on the couch and pulled from under his pillow a hardcover book Steve had never seen before. He looked up at Steve and there was a glint in his eyes.

“I was just going to start this one and I thought I could… Nevermind, that’s stupid.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders and held the book close to his chest. He was, once again, shirtless. Steve had stayed awake too many nights watching the way Eddie’s pale skin glowed with the moonlight. He was shameless.

Steve leaned on the chair, his back already twisting in an unpleasant way.

“You could what?” He asked and Eddie pressed his lips together.

“I could read it for us. Out loud, I mean.”

Steve blinked, watching him as if Eddie had grown another head. He had never been one to read much, one of the many ways he disappointed his father. Steve found it was hard to concentrate on a book for too long but he always liked when his mother read to him.

“Forget it,” Eddie said at the same time Steve said “Ok.”

“Yeah? You really want to? You’re not saying that just so you don’t hurt my feelings?”

Steve chuckled. “No. Maybe. A story seems nice, actually. What’s the book?”

Eddie turned it in Steve’s direction and he could barely see the name printed. The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“It’s one of my favorites of all time. There are so many things he says in this book that stuck with me. There’s so much truth and hurt inside of it.”

“Sounds nice,” Steve said, because it really did. “Can I… Do you mind if I lie next to you? That way I can hear you and you don’t have to shout.”

“Be my guest, Stevie. It will be just like a slumber party,” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows and Steve rolled his eyes pretending to be annoyed. The truth was Steve’s hearing wasn’t the best, courtesy of years playing sports in high school and getting head injuries. He hadn’t admitted that to Eddie because he had never admitted it to anyone but Eddie seemed so excited about the book Steve didn’t really want to miss anything.

He put his pillow and some blankets on the floor and he lied, close enough he could touch Eddie if he just reached out his hand.

“Can I tell you one of my favorite quotes from this book?” Eddie asked and Steve just nodded. The moment felt charged as if Eddie was about to show his soul to Steve. “'Some things are more precious because they don’t last long'.”

Steve blinked. He looked up at Eddie and he wasn’t sure if that was just a nice citation or maybe a foreshadowing of them. He felt like they were living in a bubble that could burst at any moment and Steve wasn’t really ready for it. It seemed Eddie wasn’t ready either.

He had to fight the urge to argue about it. To say that some things lasted a long time and were precious and good. Instead, Steve put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. He could feel Eddie was looking at him and he knew that was happening more and more, and every day they seemed to be less worried about not being caught.

Steve opened his eyes and there it was, those two brown eyes watching him curiously, as if Steve was a puzzle Eddie wanted to decipher. They held each other’s gaze for a minute before Eddie adjusted himself back on the couch and opened the book on the first line.

“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfum of the pink-flowering thorn.”

Eddie’s voice was velvety and smooth as he dove into the book and soon Steve was deep down in the story, feeling how every word tickled his brain in a way reading a book had never managed to do to him. He fought sleep for as long as he could and when he finally lost the battle he dreamed of flower scented gardens, precious things and deep brown eyes.

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Christmas With the Sallow Family: Chapter 5 - A Locket & A Promise || Sebastian Sallow X Reader

This is a continuation of a series, Masterlist found here: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713709759369560064/part-1-becoming-a-proper-gentlemen?source=share

Author’s Note:

Hey I am back! Graduation took up some of my time, but I thought I’d give those still reading an update! This is mostly just fluff and filler so I apologize. I also didn’t spend as much time editing since I wanted to make up for the lack of posting. Next chapter should have more content… Anyway’s peace and love as always!

Word Count: 6,000 +

Warnings: Brief mention of NSFW content, mild angst (if you squint), mostly tooth rotting fluff.

A soft snore against the nape of her neck slowly lulled her from sleep. As she eased into consciousness, the weight against her waist from the freckled arm resting there, and his gentle breathing helped a smile stretch upon her lips. It felt heavenly to be held in such a way, by someone she loved so dearly.

Even in the man’s unaware state, his body seemed to recognize her presence, as her slight movements made him nuzzle in closer to her side while his quiet snores continued. The slight chill of the room made her sink further into his warmth. Sebastian truly was a furnace.

Ever so carefully she turned from her side onto her back without waking him, before turning to her other side so she could face him as he slept. The sight alone made her heart flutter.

An important thing to know about the young man, was that Sebastian almost always bore strong indications of his emotions upon his handsome face: frustration, elation, confusion, sadness, and the most common: mischief. They were always there, in the crease of his brows, crinkles around his eyes, dimples in his cheeks, depths of his chocolate orbs and in the smirk upon his full lips. However as he slept, she recognized a rare moment where she got to see him completely at peace.

The slight flaring of his nostrils as he inhaled gently with its slight rumble, before air softly came out of his parted lips. She had always loved his slightly broad button nose, and how it always seemed to scrunch right across the bridge as he laughed. His long, dark eyelashes that laid upon his freckled cheeks slightly danced as his eyes ever so carefully moved under his closed eyelids.

As he had slept his hair had become a birds nest, strands of varying lengths sticking up in almost every direction. The same forelock that she always loved to move off his face, falling into its natural resting place. His curtains of fringe falling more around his hairline instead of the way he’d been pushing it over his ears since he’d gotten it cut short. She noted the way his sideburns were already starting to curl into his face again, as well as the hair near his nape, despite having them cut short not long ago. She almost laughed, stifling it to a small puff of air, thinking about how difficult it must have been for him to maintain his hair given how fast it appeared to grow, especially with its thickness and unruly nature.

She hadn’t even realized she had been brushing her fingers through his hair until his eyes snapped open, meeting hers. The look in his chocolate orbs looked startled at first, resulting from the still new feeling of waking up next to someone. When his mind recognized the playful expression she wore, his lips stretched into a toothy grin as he nuzzled into her hand that was buried in his bed head. His eyes closed again, as the final signs of alarm faded, and he fell into a content sigh as he awoke next to the girl of his dreams, who was admiring him no less.

“What’s so funny” he asked, voice slightly horse from sleep as her fingers continued to dance along his scalp.

“Oh its nothing really, just an observation” she said watching as his left eye opened just to judge her expression before he stretched his body within the confines of the thick wool blanket. Once he finished waking his sleeping limbs, he rolled over, propping himself up to lean over her.

“What observation?” he asked, mischief finally working its way back to his face after sleep. Sebastian loved the way her cheeks broke out in a light blush at his questioning.

She sighed as she continued running her hands through his hair, trying to tame it, to seemingly no avail. “Your hair is an absolute mess Seb… how have you possibly maintained it for so long? How does it not annoy you?” She playful retorted while she carefully untangled a small knot along the back of his crown without pulling too hard on the strands.

“Oh trust me, I often find it quite frustrating to deal with. Having it cut has actually been more convenient than you could imagine” he said, raising a hand to help her attempt to brush down the cowlicks.

“That’s baffling considering it is still so chaotic” she laughed as she gestured to his head. He rolled his eyes at her antics.

“Perhaps I should just march in the house, and request my uncle shorn it down even further to prevent such chaos then” he joked. Never in a million years did he think, that after years of torment around the whole ordeal, would he be in bed with a half naked woman, making light of his childhood trauma.

“Absolutely not.” She deadpanned, almost nervous at even the suggestion.

“You would allow such trivial things like the length of my hair lessen your affections for me?” He let out a small gasp, clutching his collarbones as he continued to playfully taunt her.

“You are being ridiculous.” She feigned annoyance.

“A tad, I will admit. I will say, I am thankful you never had to see me sporting a Solomon Special as Ominis used to call it attempting to get a rise out of me over it” he truly did thank Merlin. He was certain with the lack of the usual giddy whispers from his female classmates around the time it was freshly cut, that his hair did not look good that way. He hated how much it struck his confidence, especially given how he knew it to be one of his better features despite its wild and untamed nature.

“That bad huh?” She laughed, trying to imagine him slightly younger, with chubbier cheeks and short hair.

He lifted his hands, pushing his hair off his face, covering most of it, in an attempt to recreate the look for her. “Dreadful.” He replied, allowing her to examine this face in full view.

“You’d still look incredible handsome” she said, pulling him down into a chaste kiss. When his hands moved from his head to her waist, however, the kiss deepened. He pushed his way in between her legs, arms drawing her closer. He suddenly became aware of how the only thing she wore to bed was his sleep shirt, while her lower half remained bare. He remembered the night before, and how wonderful her innermost being tasted upon his lips, as the only thing that mattered, was him bringing her pleasure.

Sebastian couldn’t wait until the moment where once again he could feel her tremble under his fingers. Or when he could gaze upon her naked body, tracing her womanly figure with his lips. Maybe even enter her with his manhood and make good on his promise to one day give her children.

Their lips seemingly picking up speed as his mind wandered. Their kisses becoming more needy as she ground herself against his clothed thigh. When her hands lifted into his hair, pulling in the way he’d come to love, he couldn’t help but moan out. She pulled away after a few moments, breathless. “Please just keep it long enough for me to muse it” she said, fingers mirroring her words.

Sebastian sighed, realizing that her denial of letting things progress to be wise. He didn’t want to loose his virginity in a tent also occupied by his friend and his sister. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to make sure they were on the same page after the previous night, before they progressed further.

“I imagine the next time I need a trim it’ll be your job, so that is entirely your call my love. You are the one who has to look at it, so whatever you desire. I trust you.” He said, nose bumping into hers gently. She stared at him wide eyed, shocked he would admit to trusting her with such a task.

“That sounds utterly domestic” she replied and he laughed at her words.

“Is there a problem with wanting to build a home with you?” He questioned rhetorically.

“Absolutely not. It endears me to know you wish for such things” she spoke, carefully caressing his cheek as she stared at the small patches of stubble on his face.

“You know, I do have a gift I could give you now, if you’d like. I am realizing it to be quite domestic the more I think about it.” She said, eyes looking back up into his own.

“Honestly, the more I think about it, I would prefer to share mine in private as well. I hate the thoughts of Solomon, or even Anne and Ominis, lingering whist I give you what I have.” He replied.

She smiled at his suggestion, leaping from the bed and rummaging through her small trunk. He stood, realizing he’d have to sneak over into his room to retrieve it. Carefully slipping over into the other half of the tent in the very early hours of the morning. Somehow he managed to find clothes for the day along with her gift in the near darkness without waking Anne and Ominis. The pair were curled up in the middle of the two beds, which they at some point pushed together. Anne’s head laid upon the boys chest, his arms wrapped around her shoulders as they slept. Sebastian smiled. A large part of him loved seeing his sister so cared for, a sense of normalcy for her, as well as his friend finally relaxing into physical comfort with another. Not wanting to spy on them further he slipped back out.

When he returned he was disappointed to find her no longer in his sleep shirt, instead sporting a slip, pulling the waistband of a petticoat up her thighs and around her waist. Laying on the freshly made bed he saw a few linen dresses, before a simple red one caught his eye. He turned around in time to see her finishing the strings of her corset. Carefully pulling it from the bed, and walking towards her, he gestured for her to lift her arms. When she saw the material in his hands she relented, allowing him to slide the dress over her layers.

The dress allowed her open collarbones to be on display, and she smiled, realizing he had somehow found the perfect blend of looking nice without being too overdone. Ever since Anne forced her into a dress she’d really taken a liking to the way Sebastian constantly smiled at her. Although he tended to do that anyway…

He stood next to her, still without a shirt, and only now wearing a pair of trousers. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed as she tossed the remaining clothing back into the trunk.

“Could at least wait till I’m dressed love” he said with a laugh towards her impatience.

“I prefer you this way” she said, cheeky grin adorning her face.

“It appears I have corrupted you my darling” he said, pulling her hand closer to him.

“Close your eyes” she demanded, and he closed them. She delicately placed something into his hands. The box sat in his outstretched hand for a moment before he opened his eyes. Her expectant glance followed him as he opened the small package.

Immediately upon seeing the contents he laughed, pulling out the small razor. “I have to say, this seems more like a gift for you than for me” he said remembering how she had begged him to rid himself of the sparse facial hair he’d grown.

“I believe it can serve my needs and yours” she shrugged. He admired its shinny silver handle, with an ornate design. Figures replicating Roman marble statues were incorporated throughout. Near the bottom he saw a small engraving: “S. Sallow” in cursive. For such a practical item it did appear quite beautiful.

He understood what she meant when she said it was more domestic than she intended. Sebastian slid the blade out, admiring the way it caught the light. It felt like such an adult gift. His uncle had continually ignored his transitioning from boyhood to man, by denying his request for better fitting shoes or longer pants. It hadn’t been until recently he had actually started addressing him as such, however still avoiding assisting in a graceful transition. This made him feel so grown up, receiving a gift that would be used daily, becoming a reminder of her every time he would see it.

“It’s beautiful, thank you” he said setting it back in the box, beckoning her closer. She obliged him, setting her fingers along his jaw.

“Of course. My family has always tried to gift each other something practical as well as something homemade… so I figured this might be a good idea as you had need for one, or at least a better one” she said and he laughed.

“I love it.” He said, as a wonderful image flashed in his mind. Him leaning on the vanity of a small home, much like what he had in feldcroft, while her careful hands scraped the blade over his cheek. At some point he’d pull her in for a kiss, the lather getting all over her face to her dismay, and he’d laugh at her before aiding her in wiping it away. Maybe at some point he’d pretend she had nicked him, just to momentarily startle her, before allowing his mischievous laugh to fill the air. More than likely she’d scold him, lightly slap his shoulder, before continuing anyway. When she would finish he’d pull her in for a deep kiss, to thank her for the not so difficult labor. The more he thought about it, these domestic tasks like grooming being in her hands instead of his own made them exciting, endearing, alluring.

“Good, because I hope you’ll get use out of it” she said, rising to finish dressing when his hands pulled her backwards onto his lap.

“I still haven’t given you anything sweetheart” he purred along the column of her neck. From behind he carefully set the small box in her lap. She lifted it somewhat apprehensively. The small size and shape of the box didn’t leave many options for what it could contain, beyond perhaps a fountain pen or pair of spectacles.

Nestled inside soft velvet laid a small golden locket. The front depicted a simple curved S, made of many sparkling green stones. As she lifted it from the box’s soft interior the gems caught the light brilliantly. Whether the letter was to represent their house, or one of his names she didn’t know, nor did she care. She didn’t realize her lack of a comment on the item was causing Sebastian to shift awkwardly, worried she didn’t like his gift. He was even more concerned at what her thoughts would be when she opened it…

“It’s okay if you don’t like it, I wasn’t sur-“ he started but she interrupted him by turning towards him, flinging her arms around his neck.

“I love it.” She whispered close to his ear and he couldn’t contain the smile that erupted upon his face knowing he was able to make her happy.

When he pulled back he saw the awestruck look on her face as her index finger traced over the initial on the front. “And the S is for….” She asked, a small smirk working its way on her face.

Sebastian blushed at the realization of its implications. He still told her the intent nonetheless. “I suppose it could be whatever you wish for it to mean. I had hoped it you wouldn’t mind it being a connection back to me, for Sallow or perhaps Sebastian. My mother had a similar one that my father gifted her soon after we were born. She had wanted to be able to display something on the inside for Anne and I.” He explained.

“What did she put inside if you don’t mind me asking?” She questioned, understanding if he’d be apprehensive, but driven by curiosity she asked anyway.

Instead of replying he gestured towards the locket in her own hand, signaling to open it. She obliged his request, falling silent when she realized what laid in one side of the locket. He left one half empty, presumably for whatever she deemed important enough to place there herself. In the other side, a small lock of brown hair held together by a tiny thread, laid behind a thin clear cover.

Even encased she immediately knew that he had gifted her something that, in muggle tradition, was highly sought after. The kind of gift exchanged between those who were wed, or at the very least set to be wed. Maybe the same applied in wizarding culture she thought. Either way, her eyes watered when she realized he wanted to share such an intimate part of himself with her.

His lovely brown locks in a way had become a symbol for their utter devotion to one another. He had given up his normal appearance for her to be here with him, as difficult as it had been for him. He had trusted her with the knowledge of how Solomon had abused him in such a manor. She knew how important the task of grooming him had been a strong bond between him and Mrs. Sallow before she passed. How much she enjoyed slipping off to the room of requirement together at the end of the day to hold him close, allowing him to relax as she brushed through his hair. Even now he mentioned passing the torch of cutting his hair onto her, showing his trust in their future, as they both looked forward to the domestic tasks of life together.

“I know that where you come from it has such strong implications but… I couldn’t help it. Nothing seemed grand enough a gift when I thought about it. I wanted you to know, that I am deeply committed to you, and a life with you. When I think back upon the exact moment in which I fell madly in love with you, a large part of me recalls that day in the Undercroft, when you held me in ways no one else had.” He explained, his own hands toying with his hair.

“Put it on me?” She asked, voice thick with emotion and he nodded. She closed the locket again, handing the necklace to him before lifting her hair off her shoulder to avoid getting caught in the clasp. Sebastian carefully laid it along her collarbones before fastening it around the back of her neck. He laid a gentle kiss along the nape of her neck before wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“This is so thoughtful, I truly don’t know what to say other than thank you..” she explained, hand wounding around the locket resting around her neck.

“After all you continue to do for me… I still feel its not enough. A part of me wishes we could both just skip to the part where we are done with school and able to be whatever we choose. A locket seems dull in comparison to such promises now.” He told her as she turned around to face him.

“I want those things, but that does not diminish how lovely this is. It must have set you back quite a bit. Not to mention… when did you get a lock of hair for this?” She asked playfully.

“Yesterday. I had Madam Snelling help me trim and tie off a section when you all were in honeydukes. You can somewhat see it -“ he trailed off, lifting part of his forelock and upon close inspection she could see where part of his iconic hair strand had been sheared a bit. She blushed realizing he had gifted her something so close to his identity.

“Would it be too much for me to ask for a photograph or portrait to keep in the other side?” She inquired, loving the way his lips stretched into a proud smile at her request.

“Of course not. I will admit, I do not have any recent photographs, but I am certain we can work something out if that is what you desire”. He expressed.

“I would love that.” She replied, beaming at his acceptance of her request. “I do have something else for you as well…” she explained and he was reminded how she told him about her muggle traditions.

“Well lets see it.” He tried to reassure her. He had always been a little concerned their differing backgrounds when it came to magic would make her self conscious. He did not believe an ounce of the pure blood nonsense that people like Ominis’s family boasted of. His mother had much respect and regard for muggles, often finding their customs to be utterly fascinating. She had taught history of magic along with continuing to infuse it with elements of muggle studies. He hoped that she would never feel less for her non magical upbringing.

She shifted around before producing a small round container, smaller than the palm of his hand. Gently she passed it off to him, allowing him to do with it as he pleased. What Sebastian couldn’t see was the soft blue glow coming off the box. She knew that only herself, and those with her gifts, would be able to see its connection to ancient magic. However, she hoped that in giving him something, that at its core was made of the magic that flowed through her, to be a strong show of herself as a gift.

It took a moment for Sebastian to recognize what exactly he was looking at. The small round shape imitating earrings or something of the nature, but when he lifted one from the container he realized it they were a set of cufflinks. The small oval shaped cufflinks depicted coiled snakes on each side, mirroring each other.

“I uh… asked the Keepers about using ancient magic to conjure and create items. I realize you actually have no way of knowing they were made with my magic, however, I can assure you it took several attempts before I mastered conjugation with ancient magic. They don’t exactly sell spellcrafts for forms of magic long forgotten. In fact, I am not sure many items like this even exist.” She rambled in an attempt to explain the possible let down of her gift.

“You made these?” He asked her, still surprised at her magical talents and abilities. Knowing that she had taken the time to learn more about her unique abilities in order to gift him something so trivial made his heart flutter.

She nodded, watching as his eyes softened.

“They are incredible. Thank you. I shall wear them every day.” He told her, drawing her closer, intending to feel her warmth. They remained in a soft embrace for a while, enjoying the way their bodies relaxed into one another.

“Thank you again for the locket, I absolutely adore it.” She spoke quietly into his neck as he held her.

“I will admit, I am looking forward to seeing you walking about the castle with it.” He replied smugly.

She pulled back slightly, “Was that your attempts at branding me” she asked with an obviously put on gasp.

“Well you are my little heifer…” he joked and she smacked his shoulder as he begun to laugh.

“I believe I told you never to call me that” she whined

“Oh you did, but we both know I am not particularly good at following rules” he replied and she hummed, returning to the comfort of his warm skin. Her fingers grazed across his still naked chest, traveling up to cup his jaw.

“This is true.” She replied.

Sebastian lifted his hand, feeling around on the other side of his jaw. Looking back at the small razor he realized he didn’t actually know how to use one. He had been barely scraping by with the occasional usage of the safety razor he borrowed from Ominis, but a straight razor was somewhat intimidating. Perhaps Solomon would actually be of assistance if he asked nicely.

“Why don’t we finish getting dressed, and I will see if Solomon can actually help me learn how to use one of these properly.” He gestured towards her gift and she nodded before rising from his lap.

She stepped towards a mirror, brushing her own hair while he slowly finished dressing himself. Once the last of his buttons was fastened, he attached the cufflinks she had gifted him, before coming to stand behind her with the tie he had snagged from his trunk. When she lifted her hands to begin braiding her hair he gently removed them before dropping her locks over one side of her shoulder, leaving the other bare.

“Please leave it down” he murmured into her shoulder as he gently pressed kisses to her soft skin. He felt her nod as she set the brush down, turning to face him. Removing the tie from his hands, she wound the fabric around his neck, slowly making work of creating the knot. Once she was satisfied she gently brushed a hand over the length of the tie, flattening it against his abdomen.

“Fastening my tie, yet another domestic task that I would much appreciate falling to you in the future” Sebastian winked as he carefully leaned down to peck her lips before moving to collect his waistcoat, sliding his arms through the holes and doing its few buttons as well.

“So allow me to recap. I am to help you shave, cut your hair and fasten your tie. Anything else Mr. Sallow, or are you incapable of doing anything on your own” she teased and he laughed at her notion he was helpless. She came to stand next to him as he finished pulling his arms through the sleeves of his blazer. She adjusted the lapel pin that had shifted when he’d tossed the jacket to the floor the night before.

“Not really, I am utterly helpless without you, future Mrs. Sallow.” At his words her fingers stalled, her eyes lifting to his own as his hand stretched out to trace the locket resting near the valley of her breasts.

“Don’t act as if you don’t like it when I call you that” he said in a low tone.

“I never said I didn’t”. She replied

“Good.”

The two of them stared at one another for a while before finally he lifted a hand, beckoning her to grab it. Sliding the box containing the straight razor into his jacket’s pocket, he helped her lift the few miscellaneous boxes she had brought containing gifts for his family into one of the enchanted bags she often carried. Helping lift it over her shoulder, he sought out of the tent, holding her hand.

The cool air had intensified overnight, and the light was barely touching the edges of the sky. Very few people moved about the hamlet as they made their way to the main house. Sebastian let go of her hand when they approached the door, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, before stepping inside to make sure his uncle wasn’t still asleep. When he confirmed Solomon was awake and moving in the kitchen to start the kettle, he stepped back through the door to retrieve her.

Once inside the warmth of the house, she brushed the few pieces of fallen snow off her hair and arms. “Good morning Mr. Sallow.” She said as she wandered over to the pantry to aid in starting breakfast. Sebastian followed behind her, standing close by as his Uncle turned around to acknowledge the pair.

“Mornin you two. Sebastian, are your sister and Gaunt still asleep?” Solomon asked and he nodded in reply.

“Best to let Anne sleep as long as she can.” He replied, moving back to the now boiling kettle.

Sebastian watched as she carefully folded the dough she had quickly crafted into the shape of what he imagined would be scones without any hesitation and precision from years of doing it nonmagically. Seeing her so comfortable in their family’s kitchen brought back the stirring he continued to feel at seeing them both engaging in domestic tasks. That reminded him of the conversation he’d been meaning to have with Solomon. This was as good a time as any.

“Uncle Solomon, might I have a word.” He spoke, turning back towards the man who was setting the table. At his question, the man dropped one of the napkins he’d been holding. Turning back towards his nephew, seeing the way he shifted weight from foot to foot, he began to panic. He’d heard that tone before, and suffice to say, when his brother often used it on their parents the outcomes were not pretty. Solomon glanced over at the girl, knowing she had heard Sebastian’s request but did not look worried. Seeing her more calm reaction made him sigh as he realized Sebastian was not addressing that as a concern.

Sebastian stepped back through the door once his uncle nodded and the pair made their way around to the right side of the house. Unsure how to bring up the topic, he led us guardian over to the top of the watch tower before leaning over the railing.

“What’s happened?” Solomon asked him, worried of all the horrible responses Sebastian could give him.

Sebastian on the other hand couldn’t entirely fault him for assuming the worst. Instead of turning Solomon’s wrong assumption into an argument he simply shook his head.

“I have been thinking about what you said the other day, when she came back on the brink of death with Professor Fig.” Sebastian told his Uncle, still trying to find a way to articulate himself in an appropriate manor that would be taken seriously.

“I already apologized for my actions, why can’t it be left at that?” Solomon said, wrongfully assuming Sebastian was airing out more of their dirty laundry so to speak.

“I am not looking for an apology. I admit, I was partially in the wrong as well.” Sebastian replied, finally looking from Rookwood castle back to his Uncle, who still bore a confused expression.

“Then what is this about Sebastian? Have you-“ Solomon began but Sebastian immediately responded by shaking his head, making the older man’s words die upon his lips.

“I have not disgraced her if that is what you are inquiring. I meant what I said, about caring for her. I make no attempt at hiding or denying my affections. To do so would be futile at this point.” He replied, a sigh leaving his lips as his fingers probed his temple. Solomon and him had never been close, and to have a conversation like this with him was proving difficult.

Sensing the struggle coming from his nephew, the ex Auror softened. He recognized the young man was attempting to open up to him, not seeing him as the enemy.

“She’s a remarkable young witch. Eleazar spoke highly of her talent. Hard to believe she only learned of magic recently. What she did for the man was selfless. The way she is with your sister, Gaunt, everyone… I can see why you care for her.” Solomon spoke as gently as he could, still finding the words foreign on his tongue.

“I feel undeserving of her affections if I’m honest.” Sebastian said, looking back down at the house. He knew a small part of his Uncle would agree with him, but that still didn’t stop him from uttering the words. Solomon truly wasn’t sure how to respond, knowing the young man would most likely not believe any attempts to disagree so he remained silent for a moment.

“The way she looks at you reminds me of how your mother looked at your father as if he had hung the moon himself.” The man spoke, gesturing towards Sebastian. “You may feel undeserving, however at the end of the day, her affections are hers alone to give. If she has chosen you, count it as luck, and do your best to avoid loosing it.”

Solomon pondered his life of failed relationships, how he dug his heels in at every woman’s attempts of loving him. He did not want his nephew falling into the same state. Even though the teenagers endearments were at time worrisome with possible undesired consequences, he truly enjoyed having the girl in his home. He enjoyed how much more mature his nephew had been as a result of her affections. At the end of the day he knew this strange girl, with her strange gifts, were the only thing that would snap Sebastian out of this dark road he’d slowly been going down since Anne was cursed.

“That’s what I need help with. I don’t want to lose her. I’m not sure how much Professor Fig shared of her responsibilities, but knowing every time she leaves the castle could be her last, it terrifies me. Knowing Anne may not be there to see us -“ Sebastian paused, eyes glassing over at remembering the words his sister had spoken to Ominis last night. Solomon gently placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him.

Eventually Sebastian was able to rope in his emotions to continue. “If I was to write to her father, how would I go about that? What exactly… what should I say? What do I offer? I understand that there’s a difference in how Muggles handle these arrangements, but how would I initiate…”

When Solomon realized what his nephew was asking his eyes unintentionally went wide, acknowledging the young man was serious.

“Sebastian, when I said that the other night it was out of anger, I do not expect you to-“ he started but was interrupted.

“I am asking because it is what I want. I did tell you when I finally got around to it, I wanted it to be my decision. The last two days have showed me a great deal of what I desire.” Sebastian replied.

“And what is it you want exactly?” His uncle asked, still fully unsure what he had planned.

“I would like to ask her father for her hand. I was able to read a tome in Hogsmeade and apparently the average muggle engagement lasts at the very least 1-2 years, often times longer. If I were to ask now, it would allow time over the next summer for me to construct somewhere for us to live, and once we are both 18 and have left Hogwarts we may do as we please. And, if Anne does take a turn for the worse, we can hasten that plan to at least allow her to see vows or something of that nature, since it is important to me that she be there.” Sebastian began to ramble of the loose plans he had been constructing while lying in bed last night. Once he finished he turned, expecting a mirage of different responses: possibly anger, frustration, annoyance, humor. He was not expecting Solomon to be nodding his head along with his words.

“Are you sure Sebastian?” He asked, attempting to gage the seriousness of the young man.

“Positive. You know, ha” Sebastian started, cutting off to chuckle before continuing as he pulled the razor from his pocket, passing it to his uncle. “She gave me this and the only thought I had was standing in a home of our own in the morning before work while she attempted to make the tea. That picture of spending our lives together has been the only thing keeping me from going insane for a while now. I - I can’t imagine coming home to anyone else.” He finished his train of thought.

“I suppose it is time I teach you how to use one of these” Solomon responded the small box back to him. His lighthearted comment eased Sebastian, as he was not sure what his guardian’s response would be to the request.

“So you’ll help with what to send to her father?” Sebastian asked.

“How about we head back and knock it out while your sister and her finish breakfast? Then we’ll tackle that peachfuzz.” Solomon offered with a small laugh and an outstretched hand.

“While I take offense to that later half, I would love that.” Sebastian responded, accepting the handshake.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #anne sallow #fluff #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow/reader

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razorblade180 · 10 months

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Unreal

Wanting to take a look at her land, Nahida climbs up The Great Tree for a marvelous view. It’s only when she reaches the top down she realize Aether is up there too.

Nahida:Oh? Have the two of us shared the same idea tonight? *sits*

Aether:If that’s true then I should count myself lucky I think like The God of Wisdom. Hehe, I’m just up here to take everything in since I’ll be leaving soon.

Nahida:You’re always welcome. This land and its people owe more than a thanks to you. As do I.

Aether:You all have given more than enough. From important information to a strangely addictive card game. This place has been something else.

Nahida:Is that so? Paimon mentioned how each nation gives a different sense of familiarity or emotion.

Aether:Yeah. Mondstadt is home no matter what. I feel at ease and maybe a little too relaxed there.

Nahida:Everyone needs a home, and that’s where your journey began. It’s only natural. How about Liyue?

Aether:That’s…a weird one. I have plenty of friends there and it is a place where things are said to settle. For some reason though, it feels the most foreign to me. I can always take a trip to Liyue but it really is a feeling of passing through.

Nahida:That’s interesting. Maybe I should visit sometime? I’ve been told there’s plenty of ruins and historical sights, as if the entire nation itself is a well preserved historical artifact!

Aether:I think that’s a way more interesting perspective than what I said, but you’re right. Maybe that has something to do with it? More often than not it does feel like I’m on a knowledgeable expedition. Not that I’m not looking for answers all the time, but man, Liyue is kinda dense and rigid.

Nahida:Sounds like geo.

Aether:Can’t argue with that. Anyways, it’s a completely different feeling from Inazuma. Although Mondstadt is home, there’s a sense of belonging I get in Inazuma; as if it makes sense to be there.

Nahida:I’m not quite sure I follow.

Aether:Well…I think it’s the people, as well as the intense conditions the nation has. It always feels like someone is doing their best to prove why they’re right where they need to be; foreigner or otherwise.

Nahida:Ah, so it’s sorta like a feeling of mutual respect? You never question exactly why someone is there because you already know it’s to prove something. That feeling is probably enhanced by the fact you’re technically enlisted in an army.

Aether:If you can survive Inazuma, then you’re welcome in Inazuma. From Ei all the way to Itto, I feel like I fit in. I like it. Not to mention even the more abandoned spots seem to have found their own way of belonging.

Nahida:I guess I should be thankful you made it through a place that steeled you the way it did. So then Aether, now that you’ve so much of Sumeru, what is it to you?

He had to think on it for a moment as the breeze flowed the branches. Aether thought of the first time he stood of shifting sand dunes to gaze at ancient civilizations, experienced the lush greenery through pouring rain, and found places he could never describe without having been there first hand.

Aether:Sumeru is unreal, in almost every since of the word. Nothing feels fundamentally impossible, yet at the same time I was always surprised at something that made me ask “how is that even possible?” I ended up in places I didn’t expect and helped start things that felt way out of my depth! I mean just look at the pyramid, and the hydro tree across the desert! Even the people here weren’t what I expected. They feel grand despite many occupations being common here. Sumeru may be The Nation of Wisdom, but to me its more like-

Nahida:A massive dream? *smiles*

Aether:Yep, like a massive fantasy book with stories stitched together. It’s been fun. Even during the stressful parts I never felt like I couldn’t pull through.

Nahida:They say everyone is the main character of their own story, but I have to admit I felt captivated by yours as if you actually took the role. Imagine if you suddenly woke up right now?

Aether:Please don’t say things like that. Not after what we’ve dealt with.

Nahida:Heh, yeah I would probably panic. Thankfully, we are as real as ever. I’m flattered this place can be your living dream. Come back anytime. I love a good story.

Aether:As long as none of them are titled “The Revenge of Apep”

Nahida:How about… “A Birthday Fit for a God”

Aether:*smiles* I’ll be there. After all, The First Sage of Buer would love to celebrate such an occasion.

Nahida:You really love that title, don’t you?

Aether:I’ll be honest, losing to Wanderer after hearing that was not an option. I would’ve thought of a plan myself if I had to!

Nahida:Hehe, well I hope your next title is just as grand. Safe journeys to Fontaine.

xxxxx

Paimon:*gripping jail bars* Please help us get out!

Yanfei:Well it’s nice to see one of you taking this seriously.

Aether: *playing harmonica* I’m coping. Also I know someone who’s gonna get a kick out of this story.

#genshin impact #gi aether #gi nahida #gi paimon #gi yanfei

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nightghoul381 · 9 months

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Vivid

Yves Kloss POV x Reader Genre: Smut | Explicit | NSFW | MDNI WC: 2.3k A/N: This one really got away from me... thank you @candied-boys for the suggestion to let Yves get some spicy time!!

This is torture. You invited me back to your room to wait while you finished up some paperwork for Sariel, and then we were going to go out to the gardens as you had wanted. However, you seem completely unaware of what kind of position this puts me in.

I’ve recently found myself unable to think about anything but you. Ever since we first shared that kiss, my mind is filled only with you, and I desperately wish for you to think of nothing but me. I feel so on edge when you’re not granting me your undivided attention.

Even now, while you’re simply sitting at your desk, working diligently on your paperwork, I can’t help but think about ways I can get you to turn around and pay attention to me. I want to be able to put a smile on those lovely pink lips. I want to do other things to those lovely pink lips. So many things I could do to those lovely pink lips…

I can feel myself getting hard just at the thought of your pretty little mouth taking me in, the way your eyes would roll back in your head as you bring me to the back of your throat. My depraved imaginings are cut off abruptly as I see you shift out of the corner of my eye.

I know my cheeks are on fire. If you did decide to turn around and look at me now, you would probably be concerned that I have a fever. I wouldn’t be able to look you properly in the eye for such a long time.

But maybe you felt it too, that intense jolt of longing when we finally brought our lips together. I had been dreaming of that moment for so long and the real thing was so much more than I had ever imagined. The way you tasted was heavenly, it sent blood racing straight to my core. My heart was hammering, could you feel it? Have you been fighting the magnetic attraction the same way that I have?

I should really focus on something else, really anything else would be better than risking you finding out how crude my internal monologue is right now. But I don’t think I can draw my mind away from the mental pictures I’ve created for myself.

I wonder if you think of me when you touch yourself. Do you imagine that it’s my fingers stroking you, providing that blissful pressure against your clit as you work your fingers in and out of your needy hole? My mind is racing, I want you… I want to make you mine.

I don’t know when it happened, but I find myself walking over to you, with only that one thought going through my head.

I’m right behind you before my rational side kicks in, but by then it’s already too late. You turn around, looking up at me with those eyes, and I’m drowning in their depths. How can you have this effect on me? Do you even realize you do?

“Yves, is something wrong, you look very flushed...” You jump up immediately, pressing the back of your hand to my forehead, concern marring that beautiful face.

“I-I’m fine… I just wanted to see how your paperwork was coming along! That’s all!”

I’m sputtering, you look so confused. If my face could get any redder, I’m sure it would be at that moment. I begin to step back but I see your gaze dart down my body, coming to a screeching halt at the very obvious tent in my pants.

I want to scream from the embarrassment. Oh, how I wish the floor would open up and swallow me. I can’t bring myself to look at you, my shame forcing my eyes shut and my head to hang down.

“Oh my…” Your tone doesn’t sound disgusted. It doesn’t sound like you abhor the very ground I stand on. I force myself to crack open one eye and see if my ears are just playing tricks on me.

“What have you been thinking about over there Yves?” You’re voice smooth, a deep purr as your face morphs into a wicked, knowing expression.

“Ah… I was just…. Um….”

You begin to take a step forward for every step I take back, and soon the back of my knees hits the bed and I just manage to keep down a shriek as I fell backwards onto the plush comforter. My breath hitches when you continue moving forward, straddling my hips as your face draws ever nearer to mine.

“Is this real, or am I dreaming?” I can’t believe I just blurted that out! I’m filled once again with shame, but you seem to be completely unaffected, in all honesty you seem to be thrilled. I absolutely must have fallen asleep while I was waiting. Otherwise, your next move makes no sense.

“Do you dream of me Yves? Do you dream of touching me… here?” You ask, bringing one of my hands up to cover your breast. I can feel your hardened nipple through the fabric of your blouse and I’ve decided that if I am dreaming, then this is the best dream I’ve ever had.

“I dream about touching you everywhere. I want to make you mine. I want to hear my name dropping from your lips while I’m rocking into you.” I finally admit, far past the point of no return for my shame.

I can feel your heart rate pick up. I decide that, since this is a dream unfettered by the inhibitions of reality, I should let my carnal desires run wild. I lunge forward, capturing your lips with mine, my tongue greedily probing the inside of your mouth. My god, this dream is so vivid. I swear you taste even better than the first time. So soft and sweet, yet your tongue is quite the opposite, twining itself with my own in a deliciously sinful dance.

When we finally part for air, I almost choke as I see you remove your blouse, exposing your smooth skin to me, exposing those pert nipples to me.

I let a growl build in my throat as I take in the sight of you, in my lap, so willing to let me do as I wish with you.

“Touch me again, Yves.” You whisper into my ear. The faint hold I have on my thoughts slips away and my hands move of their own volition. The trail of goosebumps left behind from my touch as I run my fingers all around your body… The sharp gasp you let out when I lower my head to suck at your breasts… All of it is getting to be too much.

I’m aching for my own relief, and as if you can read my mind, I feel you shift until your heat is granting me a divine pressure.

“Mmn…” You moan “Your touch feels amazing. Can we please remove the rest of our clothes? I want to touch you too.”

I have no way to object to your request, simply allowing my hands to drop from your waist as you slide yourself off of my lap. My legs feel like jelly as I rise to rid myself of my own clothing, but you are now kneeling in front of me, tearing the fabric away with such an eager expression on your face.

Dear heaven above, are you really about to do what I think you’re about to do? Your hand wraps around me firmly as my length springs free and I all but cry out at the tantalizing sensation as you begin pumping your hand.

“Do you want me to do this, Yves? Do you dream of this too?”

How is everything you’re saying so erotic? I can’t even form words at this point, a slight nod, and a pleading look are all I can muster.

I must be in heaven. The pure bliss that rockets through me as you draw your tongue across my tip is sending me higher than I’ve ever been before. And when your mouth comes to fully cover me, it takes all my willpower to keep from bucking my hips.

My sheets will be a mess when I wake up but right now I don’t care, I want to be lost in this magnificent dream. I run my fingers through your hair as you begin bobbing up and down, taking more and more of me into the cavern behind your lovely pink lips. The sight… I… my brain isn’t functioning properly… there’s no way someone should be this attractive with their hair a mess and tears pricking the corners of their eyes, and yet my desire for you grows as you continue pleasuring me.

I hear you gag briefly as I hit the back of your throat, and I jerk away, pulling myself out of your mouth and leaning back.

“Is… something… wrong?” you pant, concern clouding over the lust in your gaze.

“No. Absolutely not. I just… Well, I want to make you feel good too.” I offer, trying to deflect from the fact that you had nearly sent me over the edge with just the feel of your mouth and hands for such a brief amount of time.

I take a steadying breath and help you rise to your feet, gently pushing you back on the bed before I toy with your skin again, trailing kisses down your body until I reach the apex between your thighs.

I catch the scent of your arousal and it seems to awaken a long slumbering beast. I’m barely thinking as I hungrily lap at your pussy, devouring every drop of your arousal that seeps out of the silken tunnel. My mind is an amazing thing. I can’t believe it could create such an extraordinary taste on my tongue. I’m addicted. I can’t control the starving beast any longer, my tongue sinking into that dripping entrance.

I feel you buck beneath me, the sensation of your clit bumping against my face must feel amazing because soon you’re grinding yourself against my mouth, desperate cries for more filling the room.

I slip a finger inside of you and you still momentarily, allowing me to add yet another.

The strangled groan that I hear tearing from your throat spurs me to give my attention to your needy bud. Almost immediately you begin to cry out incoherent words of praise as I suck and lick at you, my fingers working in tandem to bring you to your peak.

I feel your walls spasm around my fingers, your juices covering my tongue as you let yourself fall into the depths of your release.

“Yves….ahhh…. Yves….” The sound of my name tumbling from your mouth as you climax sends another jolt through my body and I can feel my need for you growing.

“Can I have you? … Can I make you mine?” I murmur against the soft flesh of your thigh.

“Yves… please, I need you inside me.” Your pleasure choked plea sends me reeling. I nearly leap to my feet as I pull your hips against mine, lining myself up at your entrance. I have to concentrate on moving slowly. I don’t want to hurt you. But it goes against every instinct I have. I want to ravage you…

I hardly register the groan that escapes from my lips as I sink into you. I…. my imagination must be absolutely depraved for it to come up with this perfect of a sensation. I let my head drop back as I finally fully sheath myself in your warmth.

“You feel amazing...” I whimper, holding still as I savor the tightness of your walls around me.

“Don’t stop.”

My eyes snap open, staring straight down into yours. The look on your face is equal parts need and satisfaction. You wrap your hands around my arms, squeezing tightly.

At your command, my body begins to move again, rocking myself in and out of you. Every inch of my length being squeezed so perfectly. Soon my movements pick up and my thrusts come at a frenzied pace. I must be losing my mind. I don’t know how my brain has come up with such an intensely wicked sensation but I continue to chase it.

Your grip on my arms becomes vice-like and the sweet sounds of your moaning are becoming more and more fevered.

“You’re close… aren’t you.” I huff, not allowing for even the slightest break in the rhythm of my hips.

“Hngh… yesss.. Yves…. Yes…”

The shuddering reply seems to be all it takes, you end your response with a loud wail, as you climax again.

“You’re so gorgeous. Truly, you are a sight to behold. Especially when you’re coming undone beneath me.” I feel so moved to praise you, you’re being such a good girl, coming for me like that. It takes almost no time at all before I feel my own pleasure reach its peak. I let out a deep groan as I empty myself inside you, filling your tight little hole with my cum.

I drop onto the bed beside you, trying to catch my breath.

“This has been the most amazing dream I’ve ever had… I hope I never forget it…” I finally murmur, my eyelids growing heavy.

“Yves, you’re not dreaming… Did you really think you were this whole time?”

Oh no…. Oh no, no, no that can’t be true…. Did I seriously write off our first time making love as nothing more than an extremely vivid wet dream? My face is burning again and I hear you giggle softly as your hand brushes my hair back from my face.

“I’m glad it wasn’t a dream.” You whisper, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.

I’m glad too. So incredibly glad.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince smut #ikemen prince yves #ikepri yves #yves kloss #smut

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ladylannisterxo · 2 years

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💌 - “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” w bby steve pls lovey <3

Sav!! Thank you for sending this one in - it's just nothing but fluff!!

Pairings; Steve Harrington x fem!Reader Prompt # 10; "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." Words; 0.6k Warnings; None, just pure fluff!

“What are you doing out here?”

The voice from behind you makes you jump and you whip around to find none other than Steve Harrington glancing down at you with a look of concern etched on his handsome face. It makes you want to scream.

You came to this stupid party because he’d asked you to and you’d do just about anything Steve asked you to if it meant you were able to spend more time with him. You did your hair, your makeup, picked out the perfect outfit but when you arrived, you found him sitting on one of the couches, leaning in close to Nancy as he whispered in her ear and you fled. You exited the party as quickly as you arrived and have been sitting outside ever since.

“Got a little crowded inside, that’s all,” you reply with a tight smile, “thought I’d get some air.”

“Mhm.” He doesn’t believe you, you can tell. “Mind if I sit?”

“No.” It’s said too fast and you inwardly cringe at how desperate you sound.

You scooch over on the porch, making room for him to slide in next to you. His shoulder brushes yours and his thigh is pressed up against your own. The warmth of his body so close to yours has your own body heat spiking to unnatural heights. The two of you sit in companionable silence for a few moments. You don’t know what to say so you’re hoping he takes the plunge and broaches a conversation, any conversation with you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” His eyes are on you as he says this and you refuse to meet his gaze, embarrassment flooding your veins like ice water. “Please, look at me.”

You turn your gaze hesitantly in his direction, a look of almost shame plastered across your features. You never thought you were being obvious but you couldn’t help yourself, not when Steve Harrington was out here walking around and looking and being absolutely perfect.

“I’m sorry,” you say automatically, it feels like the right thing to say.

His brow furrows, confusion evident. “Sorry? For what?”

“For… looking at you?” You sigh. “I don’t know, for… wanting something I know I can’t have, I guess.”

“Who says you can’t?” His finger hooks underneath your chin and brings your gaze back to meet his.

Steve’s eyes are warm and inviting and there’s a hint of playfulness hidden in the depths. You want to melt into them, into him, into all of him. Your breath catches in your lungs, no way this is really happening.

“What about… what about Nancy?” You blurt out, eyes wide.

“We’re friends.” It’s simple and honest and it makes your heart soar to new places.

“Like… like we’re friends?”

“Well,” he chuckles lightly, leaning in closer to you, “I’m hoping we can be a bit more than friends.”

You nod weakly, eyes flicking down to his lips and then back up. Steve leans in a little bit more, lips ghosting over your own and you feel like you’re going to explode from the anticipation.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you breathe and with a surge of confidence, you meet him the rest of the way.

The kiss is slow and lingering, his lips melding against your own like they were designed to do so. He tastes like heaven, if heaven was Coca-Cola and chocolate candy which it very well could be. Your fingers tighten in the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer and he obliges, cupping your jaw softly and sliding his tongue against your own.

When it ends, you feel weak and like a giggly schoolgirl with a crush and in a way, you are. His smile is bright and infectious and he places one last gentle kiss to your lips before standing and offering you his hand.

“Wanna go back inside or do you want me to take you home?”

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest. “Home, take me home.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things #writing by 's'#1k follower celebration with 's'

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petrapalerno · 3 months

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LOTKM Chapter One: A Higher Power, Or Whatever

🐚LENA

If I had to choose someplace to die, this would be it.

Maybe I wouldn’t have chosen the journey it took to get here—I’d happily skip the alien abduction and trafficking bit. The rest, all things considered, drifting into a brightly colored unknown ocean is pretty damn peaceful.

I learned long ago that worrying about things out of my control was useless. I could rage, scream, and slam my fist into my plastic security bubble, but it won’t make a difference.

I am going to die, and I’m going to wonder at the beauty of this place before I go. I doubt another human has seen these bright-colored creatures swimming by. They’re fish-like but more torpedo-shaped. A set of googly eyes dangle from long stalks below their bodies. Their scales glint in the sunlight as the schools float around me, almost reminding me of camera flashes back on Earth.

I take a deep breath and try to enjoy their unearthly elegance, leaning my back against the gently curving wall of my security pod.

This plastic bubble I’ve danced in for the past year has become familiar. I know every scratch and ding. Despite how much you claw at its wall, I know it can’t open from the inside.

Whatever space-age plastic the Deenz aliens use is robust. I don’t know how much of the growing pressure it can handle as we descend further into the depths of this seemingly bottomless ocean.

The sunlight from the surface is ever waning, and the waters around me get darker and murkier the further I fall.

Another breath fills my chest as I try to quell the anxiety creeping in from the peripherals of my psyche.

The school of creatures follows me like companions ushering me to the afterlife.

I put a hand against the plastic enclosure to thank them for not leaving me alone. I’ve always loved the ocean. Many of my tattoos are of underwater scenes: the coral reef on my calf, the stingray guarding my bicep, and my favorite tattoo—Aphrodite reclined on the half shell on my shoulder.

My soul has always been called to the water, so I guess this demise is fitting.

Thanks, to the universe or whatever higher power controls this kind of thing, I find myself thinking.

As I try to project my gratitude to these little aquatic creatures and some higher power, I catch a flash of yellow from the corner of my eye.

It moves too fast for me to get a good look at it. Spinning around in my bubble, I search for whatever it was.

As the school of alien fish shift suddenly to the left, I see him.

A muscular canary yellow alien, his head full of pulsating tentacles, gapes at me. The tentacles shift as if moved by the underwater currents. They splay around his head like a lion’s mane. His strong arms and legs pump as he descends with my bubble.

I say “he” because his cock is something you really can’t miss. It isn’t hard, but still floats proudly on display. His dick’s impressive length is nestled in tentacles similar to the ones that surround his head but they’re much shorter. Almost like if you traded out pubes for a sea anemone. I guess that makes sense since his head “hair” is also comprised of tentacles.

I wonder what that would feel like? I think, before quickly scrubbing the thought from my mind.

I’m more than likely going to die, and I don’t want my last thoughts to be about alien dick.

I break my gaze from his crotch, not wanting to be a complete and total pervert. His smooth yellow skin is covered in a pattern of squiggly teal rings. He’s got the physique of an Olympic swimmer, with a broad set of shoulders tapering into powerful legs.

His eyes are blue and bore into me as if questioning my very existence.

“Hi.” I huff, taken back by this strange alien adonis that’s found me.

When I speak, he springs out two of his head tentacles that appear longer than the rest to grip the outside of my bubble. My descent stops so rapidly that I drop to my knees like a stone.

Tentacle Man pulls me closer to him. The strength in those two thick appendages sends a strange thrill through me.

He puts his face up against the plastic and appraises me with his full lips agape.

“What are you?” He cocks his head, his deep voice muffled through the water.

“I’m Lena. I’m human,” I whisper, shocked he can speak.

He screws up his mouth and furrows his brows, “I don’t understand you,” he says, tapping a spot in front of his ear. “I don’t have a translator chip, and I don’t think you speak Andjin. There’s no tech allowed during the great proving—we are only as the Greath Mother created us.”

What in the flying fuck is the great proving?

But even in my confusion, I realize he stopped my bubble from dropping further into the ocean…does this mean I won’t die?

“Are you going to help me?” I say slowly as if that might help him understand me.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know your language. I don’t even know what species you are…but it seems like you’re in danger.” His face softens, and he places his slightly webbed fingers against the plastic.

“Can you understand me? If you can, nod,” He tells me softly.

I nod, and he smiles.

“Well, at least one of us can get our point across….” He trails off as if catching sight of my body for the first time.

I’m wearing the thin, near-pornographic costume that all the trafficked human women wear. Its light blue stretchy material is strapped tightly across my neck, belly button, and nipples. All connected to a vertical strap covering my crotch.

“I like your skin’s patterns,” he says, letting his eyes drag down my body. “But I think there’s something wrong with your camouflage, as beautiful as they might be.”

“Those are tattoos. I don’t have camouflage,” I say practically to myself, knowing he doesn’t understand me.

“Do you need help?” He questions me, his eyes full of sincerity.

I nod aggressively.

I don’t have to die today.

Do I trust the bizarrely handsome alien man in front of me? I’m not sure. He seems kind, but my trust disappeared not long after I was abducted. I don’t know if it’ll ever come back.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been dancing at this point, maybe months? Everything tends to blur together. The Deenz, the hive-minded purple alien fucks who captured me from Earth, give us all kinds of shots.

Downers to sleep, then uppers and aphrodisiacs to “work.” It doesn’t make it easy to keep track of time, and sometimes it’s better to forget any of the memories you make.

“I’ll try my best to help you…” He pauses, “My name is Kitaico. What’s yours?” He asks, pointing to me.

“Leeenuh,” I tell him slowly.

“Leeenuh,” he repeats. He smiles at me, a grin full of sharp teeth slightly more tapered than mine. I scramble backward, taken off guard by his predatory mouth.

I start to second guess myself–that maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but I’m out of options and apparently willing to gamble on a total stranger for help.

A shadow floats below my bubble as we try to figure each other out. I crane my neck down to see what it is, wondering if they’ll be more beings like Kitaico.

It’s not. An immense creature, about the size of a blue whale, approaches us. But there’s nothing gentle looking about the giant rising quickly in the distance.

While its head is whale shaped, that’s where the similarities end.

The creature’s sides pulse with bioluminescence as it cuts quickly through the water. Its tail is some nightmarish combo of a stingray and a scorpion. A barb at its end flashes with blue light. As it spots us, it lets out a terrifying roar and opens its mouth, filled with jagged rows of fangs.

I gasp, turning back to Kitaico; his skin has changed to the deep blues of the waters surrounding him. He sets his jaw and turns away from me, and for a moment, I fear he will leave me to be devoured by the creature.

As he swims, I realize his two longest head tentacles are still wrapped around my bubble, and he’s dragging me towards the surface.

His powerful legs kick wildly as we climb. I can tell he’s struggling to keep up his pace. Looking down, I see the monster gaining on us. It snaps its mouth, gnashing its fangs.

“Hurry, Kitaico!” I yell in vain, hoping he’ll understand me. He doesn’t respond, but I can see his camouflage shifting wildly between colors. I wonder if the effort of our escape is pushing his body to its limits.

I push myself against the bubble’s far side as the monster’s mouth closes around the bottom. With a violent crunch, it rips away a chunk of my former prison. It thrashes it’s head like a shark attempting to subdue its prey but putting some distance between us once more.

I barely have time to hold my breath before I’m sucked out of the bottom. The water crashing in makes the air rush out like a vacuum. My muscles clench painfully from the blast of water as I tumble into the warm ocean spinning head over foot. I snap my eyes shut. Soon enough, I’ll be nothing but fish food.

Something snakes around my ankle, tugging the skin so hard I can nearly feel my skin rip. Then there’s something around my waist, drawing me up again.

“Leeenuh, hold on!” Kitaico yells as he hoists me into his arms, “We only need to get a bit higher, the scripiat won’t be able to follow much longer. He can’t survive in the shallows!”

He strokes one hand behind my head and tucks my body into his chest.

I don’t have enough air. My lungs burn as I involuntarily cough, and what little breath I have left escapes bubbling upward.

Kitaico slows and his heart is still pounding against my ear.

“The scripiat returns to the depths. We are safe,” he whispers.

I kick my legs weakly, pointing my finger to the surface. I can’t stop myself from gulping in a deep breath of salt water, choking on its mineral taste.

“Leeenuh, we are safe now. Stay calm.”

My vision blurs and I lose control of my head as it slumps into my alien hero—it’s not his fault he doesn’t know I breathe oxygen.

Darkness creeps into the edges of my vision.

I point up one more time before I lose consciousness.

We were so close.

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stitchlingbelle · 4 months

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Watching Halo, Episode 8

(From what I’ve picked up, this is the episode with the controversial sex scene in it, so… yeah. Let’s see how that goes.)

We open with John and Makee both staring into mirrors and either temporarily revisiting the ringworld vision or just remembering it, but their focus seems to be more on each other than the untold mysteries of an alien ringworld revealed to them by ancient mystical technology. Priorities! And then they go on a field trip.

Halsey, Adun her creepy assistant, and Cortana are discussing John and Makee and the whole situation while watching them. Parangosky and Keyes are also watching them, because again, authoritarian surveillance state. Although, I do have to give the actually-authorized people here a break; Makee is still being held under some pretext or other, and in fairness, she actually IS up to no good. But since Parangosky doesn’t know that, it’s a little appalling that she’s so eager for Master Chief to beat the shit out of what could be an innocent civilian. (And we, and John, know that there are in fact actual Covenant escapees, since we met Reth back on Rubble.)

YAY for another civilization worldbuilding scene! Parks! Food trucks! Pastels! The future is great! (What is with all the anoraks people wear in this show?) Happy children give Makee hope that maybe the book she and her childhood friend rescued from the trash might have been on to something. Maybe humans don’t suck, just the ones from Recycle Hell Planet. She mentions the book to John. They take refuge by some pretty, flowery trees and discuss the Halo and whether humanity’s worth saving. “Cleansed” she says fanatically, that’s what will become of humanity if the others ascend. (John, alongside your defense of humanity, you might have questioned whether people dead-set on committing genocide are worthy themselves… It’s not like she doesn’t know what the Covenant does, she just has protagonist-centered morality, here.) When Master Chief gets called away for a moment, Makee gets frightened by a dog, which I can’t help but think is supposed to be a parallel with John’s loving memories of his childhood dog. It’ll take more than one day in the park to rid Makee of her kneejerk assumptions…

Speaking of the Covenant’s genocidal tendencies, a colony world has just been attacked—glassed, a term I’ve heard and imagined to be a bit more literal (anybody else read the Axiom books by Tim Pratt?)—in fact, a city of 11 million people has been melted into a roiling hellscape of lava. The voiceover of the reporter or officer, along with the reactions of the people in the command center, really sells it. Keyes and Parangosky argue over aid, with Keyes invoking the “Cole Protocol”. A recap I found online informs me that it’s meant to keep the Covenant from finding the other human planets (presumably by following the aid fleet home? Idk). I guess this means the Covenant is like humanity in its knowledge of the wider galaxy—no in-depth surveys, just telescope data beyond their own frontiers. Interesting. (I’ve got some thoughts about the respective tech levels here but I think I’ll hold it for the finale.)

Master Chief walks in and hears the tail end of the argument, that “we can’t sit here and wait for them to find us” and the conversation turns from aid to an offensive strike against the Covenant. He’s convinced Makee will help, which I have serious doubts about, especially this early in her deprogramming. (Again, 9-episode season!) But the whole debate does give him a chance to stand up for himself against two of the people he doesn’t realize are also responsible for the crimes against him. When Keyes growls, “People don’t just manually override decades of indoctrination,” John looks him dead in the eye and says, “I did.”

OH SNAP.

We get a look at how the other Spartans are doing. Riz and Vannak are examining some alien tech and debating Kai’s fitness for duty… and we slam right into Kai partying it up with a ton of normal soldiers, using her superstrength to lift incredibly heavy objects while they cheer wildly, rooting for her and placing bets. It’s an absolutely adorable scene of my exuberant girl getting joy out of her abilities, instead of the horrific purposes they were given to her for. It’s also a great scene of human connection, as Kai, so far the most outgoing Spartan, gets to be a part of the life of the base for the first time. (Master Chief might stay grim, the untouchable, perfect Spartan that all the grunts look up to, but I think Kai might become their beloved mascot. If the show lets her.) (God, I can’t wait to see what Riz and Vannak are like as people.)

Miranda’s back at her new lab, which apparently still doesn’t have the funding for chairs. Her dad, who she still believes in, drops by and it’s painful to watch her enthusiasm as she goes over her progress with the only person she looks up to who listens to her. It’s going to break her heart when she learns the truth, and on some level her dad knows that reckoning is coming. She’s clearly on the verge of figuring out Makee is the voice in her recording…

John goes to see Makee, dismissing her guards (not suspicious at all!), to give her a book. (He says it’s not the same one from her childhood, so maybe it’s the same author? Yes, this is a weird detail to care about.) For a second I couldn’t tell if the gesture was incredibly sweet or calculated to make her trust him/ humanity more, buuuut they almost immediately start making out, so calculated probably wasn’t it. I’ll be honest, as someone who is deeply religious both by upbringing and by choice, as well as being somewhat on the demi side of things, I am the wrong person to comment on whether this scene was too soon or earned or whatever. It would take two years and a ring to get me to this point, but some people have one-night stands! Maybe this is normal! I dunno. (I bet it was awkward as hell, though. Two virgins who probably never got sex ed? Yikes. This is Hollywood, though, so the implication is always that it was effortlessly great.) Aaaaand Cortana is watching/ experiencing/ monitoring vital signs intrusively? Yikes.

…and then he sleeps over? And this does not set off any alarms with anyone, including the guards? What about the shift change? Asking the real questions here, people! Makee has a moment of Decision, looking at him and her best chance to literally remove his head as she boasted. Instead, she gets up, and in the WORST SCENE EVER wrenches the hidden energy blade out from under her fingernail. Give the actress and the fx department Emmys, that looked SO. PAINFUL. (Girl, you could have left it in and just committed to not stabbing people!) And John slept through the whole thing. (?!) (...what about Cortana?)

Cortana and Halsey discuss the evening, and Cortana looks a lot more content with the situation than she did, uh, earlier. Halsey distinctly less so when Cortana comments that John’s not alone in the universe anymore. “He was never alone, he had me,” snaps the woman who abducted, tortured, and brainwashed him. “…Of course,” answers Cortana, who looks like she regrets her life choices even though she’s only like a week old.

Keyes drops by and treats us to a handy demonstration of him and Halsey as the toxic couple of the decade. He can’t break free of her emotionally, if only because then he’d have to face his guilt and culpability alone. So he’s pulling strings and probably fucking everyone else over to… what? What’s important about her ship, instead of the one Parangosky would no doubt put her on? (C’mon, Cortana, time to make a stand!)

Whatever her inevitable escape plans, for now, Halsey is ruining John’s attempts to bring Makee over by creepily contacting her on the sly and feeding her all that bs about humanity’s evil nature. (Including a disturbing line about her relationship with John being “wonderful to watch”.) (This right after claiming John doesn’t exist, only The Master Chief, a contradiction Makee doesn’t notice.) Makee is disturbed and pushes back to a limited extent, but it’s clear that another human validating her fears about humanity and then parroting the same line about the Halo’s power to help a species ascend “like gods” is hitting her where she lives. (She also doesn’t think to quiz Halsey on exactly why other humans can’t be trusted, but she can.)

Halsey then reflects on the “flaw” of humanity that is attachment. (What exactly does she think humanity is, then? If it's so awful, why is she working to save it?) Anyway, whether this is commentary on Keyes’ mistaken loyalty to her, viewing her own previous attachments as setbacks, the ease she’s had in manipulating Makee, the Spartans, and others, or just foreshadowing, it’s game time now.

She contacts the Spartans, invoking “Zed Protocol” and claiming the entire high command, including Master Chief, have been compromised by the alien artifact. She orders them to bring John, Makee, and the artifact to her, letting nothing stand in their way. No one asks the obvious question: if the artifact is compromising people, why the heck should they bring it CLOSER to someone so far unaffected? Isn’t it more likely the person asking them to break protocol for the artifact is being affected? Kai is the only one who doubts, and Halsey immediately has Riz and Vannak take her out. (Causing me to yell NOT MY BABY at the screen.)

Cortana asks what Halsey has planned for John. Turns out he’s disposable once they have Makee, and Halsey plans to let Cortana take over his body after all. (So much for John’s test. And for John’s specialness in Halsey’s eyes—if he was so unique, you wouldn’t want to overwrite him!) Cortana is Not Enthused, but Halsey doesn’t see that for as much of a danger sign as I do.

Everyone’s on their way to watch Makee use the artifact. Makee, deeply upset by Halsey, asks John what his plan for the artifact and the future are. The Master Chief, with no idea what the thing actually does AND being emotionally two weeks old AND raised to be mission-focused, has no answer beyond “kill the people who rescued you”. (Not even a “we’ll figure it out together”, John? Really?)

What follows, once everyone is in place, is a combination of action scene and classic tragedy of mistimed revelation—once Cortana makes her choice and alerts Master Chief to the ambush waiting for him, he sends Makee looking for safety. Instead, in the terrified moments when listening to her could have saved John a beating and changed Makee’s mind about humanity, Miranda discovers that Makee was behind the massacre of the Gladius. This ill-timed truth results in Makee being viciously tased as she was as a child, confirming all her fears…

Meanwhile, Master Chief out of armor is going hand-to-hand with Riz and Vannak, both suited up. Cortana’s assistance keeps them from wiping the floor with him. That, and the fact that his skull must be heavily reinforced, one punch from an armored Spartan should be more than enough to crush a human skull. And then MY GIRL KAI breaks out, orders Halsey’s ship detained, and joins the fight, resulting in a standoff…

…which is broken only by Makee reverting to her upbringing, lunging for the artifact and using it to get away. The shockwave smashes through the base. John flashes to the Halo dimension, where Makee just says goodbye and disappears. Well, crap.

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