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whatdoeseverybodywant · 3 months

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All Falls Down - Chapter 9

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May 2003

“We not gon be here long, I promise.” Josh placed a kiss on Kiyana’s cheek before walking further into the house, going to find the football team. Kiyana rolled her eyes and walked over to the folding table that had the punch on it.

“Damn smile or somethin’ it’s a party.” Kiyana snorted and rolled her eyes and snatched a red solo cup off the table before walking over to the couch and sitting down. She took a sip of the punch in her red solo cup, face screwing up at how strong it was. She did not want to be at this stupid ass party and Josh knew that. She had on a cute ass outfit that was now going to waste at this dumb ass party, full of people she did not like.

“Why you over here looking all sad?” Kiyana smiled over at Joe as he plopped down on the couch next to her. “It’s a party KiKi and you look like somebody done ran over your dog.” She rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

“I’m not sad. Just irritated.” She said with a small shrug. He arched an eyebrow for her to elaborate.”I hate parties, you know that.”

Joe nodded. “Yeah I know, only teenager I know that hates having fun.” Joe teased, poking her in her side when she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I don’t hate having fun.” She shoved his shoulder.”I just hate the people that I'm supposed to be having fun with.” Joe threw his head back and laughed. Joe was always a great friend to her ever since they met at freshman orientation. They were interrupted when Samara came and plopped down on the couch next to Kiyana and crossed her arms with a pout.

“I hate the boys in this dumb ass county.” Samara huffed. “I can’t wait to go to college” With Kiyana distracted,Joe was able to get a good look at her outfit and to him, so looked good. His gaze lingered on her belly button ring that was showing and Joe bit his lip. He always had a crush on Kiyana, ever since they met at Pensacola Catholic High School. She was literally his only friend while he was there for those 5 months.

But he had to keep his feelings for her at bay because she was with Josh and as much as it pissed him off, because Josh knew how Joe felt about Kiyana before asking her out, Josh was family. And if Josh was happy, Joe was happy for him.

PRESENT DAY

“What we did ain’t nothing worse than what y’all two did.” Kiyana snapped her head over to look at Joe who was staring at Josh with a smug look on her face and everything started to make sense to her. Because why else would he want her in California with him and Josh? This was his plan all along! The voice inside her head yelled at her. He never wanted to help. He just wanted you present when he told Josh!

“Oh” She mumbled, eyes swelling with tears because even if Josh did have an affair on her she did not want him to find out that his cousin had fingered her where his co-workers could hear. Josh’s eyes kept bouncing from Joe’s face to Kiyana’s and his heart dropped into his stomach at the guilty look on his wife’s face.

“Kiyana,” Josh whispered, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “What he talkin’ bout?” Kiyana’s eyes fell on Shanté who was standing behind Josh with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. The guilty feeling she had diminished, just a tiny bit. “Key?” Josh called her name when she didn’t respond.

Joe rolled his eyes with a sigh at Kiyana’s silence. He stood up, smirking at how he towered over Josh. “I gave her the best orgasm of her life.” Without thinking, Josh swung and connected, making Joe stagger back a bit while holding his jaw. Kiyana gasped and jumped out of the way as Josh tackled Joe to the ground.

“Joshua!” Kiyana yelled out trying to grab his arm and pull him off of Joe but he pushed her off of him, causing her to stumble into the table behind her. She looked over at Shanté who was just standing there, watching. “Don’t just stand there!” Kiyana yelled, making Shanté jump. “Go get help!” Shante nodded and ran off to go get help, while Kiyana was trying to still get them to stop fighting, Joe had somehow flipped them and was now on top of Josh, holding him down like how he used to do when they were kids.

“You’re fuckin’ dead to me.” Josh spit at Joe, struggling to get out of his hold. Joe rolled his eyes at Josh’s dramatics.

“Y’all stop please.” Kiyana pleaded. Josh stopped struggling and locked eyes with Kiyana, eyes wet with unshed tears.

“You wanted to get back at me that bad?” His voice wavered as he addressed her. Joe huffed and rolled his eyes again.

“Josh it wasn’t like-”

“Then what was it like Key?” He asked as Shanté came back into catering with Sami Zayn and The New Day. “You fucked my cousin.” Sami’s eyes widened as he looked at Kiyana then Joe.

“Okay how about everyone calms down and we let Jey up.” Sami said, walking over and gently placing a hand on Joe's shoulder.

“I’m calm.” Joe said, still holding Josh down. “He attacked me first.” Josh stared at Joe incredulously, before struggling to get free again.

“Getcho’ big ass off of me. You slept with my wife.” Kiyana sighed and placed a hand on her forehead.

“Joe let him-”

“Oh now she’s your wife.” Joe cut Kiyana off with a snort as Xavier and Kofi came over and pulled Joe off of Josh. “You don’t respect her, Joshua you never did.” Josh rolled his eyes and pushed Sami’s hand away that he offered to help him Josh his feet. He was embarrassed. His cousin and his wife? Nah, someone had to be lying.

“Man, fuck you! Your obsession with my wife ends tonight Leati. This shit is so played the fuck out.” Josh gritted out “It’s been 20 years give it the fuck up.”

“If you respected her you wouldn’t have cheated and flaunted it around here like people ain’t know you was married. And what was it that I heard Shanté say earlier?” Joe snapped his fingers “Oh right, you had planned to divorce KiKi and get with Shanté. That's what I heard.”

Josh started walking up on Joe again but Sami held him back.

“Wait.” Kiyana came and stood in front of Josh. “That’s what you wanted?”

“Kiyana-” Josh’s head snapped to the side from how hard Kiyana smacked him.

“So I’m dying while having your child, my father dies and you laying up with another bitch telling her that you were going to leave me?” She shook her head with a scoff and turned on her heels walking out of catering. She didn’t know where she was going but she needed to get far away from Joe and Josh.

Josh tried to go after her buT Kofi and Xavier stopped him.

“Let her be for right now Uce. Y’all need some space from each other.” Josh let out a deep breath knowing Kofi was right. He sighed and plopped down on a nearby folding chair, holding his head in his hands.

“It wasn’t the first time either.” Joe said after a couple seconds of silence. “Remember Avery Mitchell?”

MAY 2003

“Class of 2003! Wooo!” Samara and Kiyana turned their attention to the kitchen where Avery Mitchell was standing on top of the counter dancing.

“Ew,” Samara said and Kiyana agreed with a nod of her head.

“Body shots, who down?” She heard Josh’s twin brother Jon ask. “Ok twin I see you.” Samara and Kiyana shared a look before walking towards the kitchen, Kiyana immediately getting pissed off by what she saw.

Avery winked at Josh as he leaned down and licked the sugar off her neck then sucked the alcohol out of her bellybutton. What had set Kiyana off all the way was,instead of just taking the lemon out of Avery’s mouth with his hands, Josh brought his mouth up to Avery’s and did not push Avery away when she grabbed the back of his neck holding him there while she stuck her tongue down his throat. She watched thinking that he was going to pull back from Avery but he didn’t, instead he brought his hands up and cupped her face deepening the kiss.

It's fuck Josh round these parts 🤷🏽‍♀️

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 1 month

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deancas first kiss, s12 au. For @deancaskiss, belatedly 🎂🎉

When Cas came back into the cabin with their bags, Dean was fiddling with a radio on a bedside table. An energetic fiddle reel disintegrated into static which was replaced with a loud voice proclaiming that many, many fine and upstanding cars were on sale for low, low, bottom basement prices--

"Enough of that," Dean said, and snapped off the radio.

"Has something happened?" Cas dropped the bags on the rather well used couch and tuned all his attention to Dean.

"No, no. I'm fine and dandy." Dean wiped his eyes, which Cas was horrified to see were a little red, a little wet.

"Are you sure?" Cas crossed the small room and laid a hand in the crook of Dean's arm.

Dean went still, looking back at him, before taking a breath. "Just a sad old country song on the radio." His voice sounded funny and it made Cas's chest ache.

"Okay." Cas pulled back his hand.

"I'm really fine." Dean's expression brightened as he looked past Cas to the window. "I think there's enough time for a walk before it's completely dark out. Wanna go with?"

"Of course," Cas said sincerely.

Dean went still again, like he was surprised at Cas's agreeing to accompany him. He broke the eye contact with a small laugh, as though he was embarrassed about something. There was a light flush across the tops of his cheeks. It was incredibly attractive, and that, Cas knew, was not something that was to be mentioned.

"Sam says he and Mary should arrive in another hour," Cas told Dean a while later, after his phone had buzzed in his pocket.

Dean nodded and kept staring out over the little lake behind the cabins. They'd taken the pebble trail that ringed the lake like a dirty pearl necklace and were seated on a big rock roughly the shape of horseshoe. Cas wished for a bit more cushioning and a less sharp breeze, but otherwise felt content. If he concentrated he could sense the warmth of Dean's body; he tried not to lean over towards it like a flower seeking sunlight.

The actual sun had drooped behind a bank of scraggly cypress and maples not yet in full leaf, their springtime samaras an almost purple hue in the fading daylight. The choppy water of the lake made clickety, whispery noises. A nuthatch in a nearby oak was either despondent or desirous, or both, and Cas felt a kinship.

"What was the song about?" he decided to ask.

Dean smiled, briefly. "Home."

"Oh." Cas waited.

"Nope, that's it, nothing else to it." Dean elbowed him. "Song just caught me the wrong way."

"The lyrics," Cas guessed.

"Yeah." Dean gave him a rueful look. "Guess I'm a little homesick too. Which is silly."

"I don't think so," Cas said. "These last couple of cases -- well, it's been nearly two weeks since we were back at the bunker."

Dean shook his head. "Sometimes home isn't so much a place-- Though I do miss our washing machine and dryer and the water pressure in the showers." He cleared his throat. "But that's not the point."

"A feeling of home," Cas started to work out. "It's about who you're with when you're there, I suppose."

"Exactly." Dean looked away. "And the thing is, I've been with my family these last two weeks. So that's been great."

"Except for the beatings," Cas posited. "And the beheadings."

Dean snorted. "Except for those."

"Despite those," Cas said, "I've enjoyed spending time with you and Sam and Mary."

"I'm glad you've been with us." Dean looked out over the water again and shivered. "I'm glad you're coming home with us too," he said quietly.

Something heavy and thorned curled in Cas's throat, for reasons he couldn't quite explain; it took him a moment to respond. "Well. So am I." His phone buzzed twice, sounding even more startled than he felt. He thumbed open the screen display and squinted at the text. "Sam says they had to detour off of I-70 and there's a bad storm moving in. They're going to try to find a room and hunker down for the night. Mary has a lead on another werewolf pack, if we want to meet them near Wamego tomorrow."

"That'd work," Dean said.

Cas sent a couple of texts and Sam sent back a thumbs up emoji.

Dean shivered again and hunched into his jacket a bit.

"We should go back to the cabin." Cas stood up and stretched while his lower back applauded his efforts. "Get you warmed up."

He hadn't meant to say something provocative; but Dean's eyes had gone dark as he watched him.

"You stash a tropical beach in one of our bags when I wasn't looking?" Dean asked, his expression changing to one of amusement so quickly Cas almost blinked.

You've been imagining things, Cas told himself. Wishful thinking isn't reality. The weight in his throat widened, scratched.

"No," he managed to say. "But I'm sure the cabin has blankets…" He trailed off as the humor in Dean's face faded to something soft and steady, that earlier stillness concentrated, giving off its own heat.

Cas found himself corralled into the v of Dean's legs, Dean holding him at the hip with his hand as he traced the outline of Cas's lower lip with his thumb. Cas didn't need to take a breath except yes he did; and either way, Dean was standing and then his mouth was on Cas's and Cas realized how lonely starvingly cold both of them had been, how chilled by the breeze and the nightfall and the years of distance that suddenly, thankfully, no longer existed between their bodies.

The first kiss became the second became the third. There would be more and more, Cas thought, dazed at the sound of Dean's gentle groan as he let Dean slip inside. It was so much better, kissing Dean, than Cas had ever let himself picture or pretend it could be. When they finally paused, for a minute, they leaned against each other and took shaky breaths and smiled, tentative and hushed. They walked back to the cabin and locked themselves in for the night. They made good use of the blankets and the rather well used couch.

"Is this what people mean by 'making themselves at home'?" Cas asked once, and Dean grinned and pulled him back into bed.

#deancaskiss #destiel #deancas #fic #snippetfic #spn

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ozzgin · 7 months

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I also had a Yandere Eyeless Jack meets Y/N as an entity/spirit is very similar to Sadako the ring girl. However, more playful and dangerous. Y/N is different from Sadako or Samara. Y/N wants to play a dreadful games with EJ.

So I did start writing this with Sadako in mind, although I ended up with a more generic kind of reader whose background isn’t very clear. I found the lack of details to be more interesting, since it’s up to you to decide what kind of devilish entity this reader is. It’s also heavily focused on their encounter rather than overall headcanons.

Yandere! Eyeless Jack x Haunting! Reader

Featuring Eyeless Jack and a ghoulish reader that just found a new favorite target. Warning: mentions of violence and death

[Horror Masterlist]

Well, this is awkward. The hooded creature stands before the bed, scalpel in hand, unsure how to proceed. After a moment of consideration he nonchalantly stuffs the blade back into his pocket, clicking his tongue in annoyance. Judging by the stagnant blood that has pooled into the lower half of the body, he’d say the man has been dead for several days. A waste of his evening. Who could’ve gotten here before him? Burglars? He quickly scans the surroundings for clues, but nothing seems amiss.

Just as he ponders on the possible scenarios, a faint knock can be heard from the window. He crawls over and abruptly pulls the curtains, hoping to surprise whoever is on the other side. Pitch black. Now that he thinks about it, isn’t this an attic bedroom? Who could even casually jump over three floors? Besides him, obviously. Jack opens the window and peeks down, but no ladder can be discerned through the murk.

“Wrong guess.” He snaps back and hovers a hand over his pocket, ready to draw his weapon. He can’t quite place the whisper he just heard. A jagged, interrupted voice, like a broken record, echoing in the distance and yet as clear as if it blew right upon his ears. He stares into the darkness before sneaking out of the room. Detective work wasn’t on his list tonight, but alas, he might as well find his new source of fresh organs. Whoever is playing these games better enjoy it while it lasts.

You can sense his frustration and smile to yourself. The previous one was so quick to go. You hoped you could drag it on for longer, but humans have frail hearts. You glance at the decaying carcass and muse over the sunken face with its features distorted in terror. Was it too much? No matter, this one is different. He seems more of a creature than a mortal. Will it make a difference? Oh, you can’t wait to test it yourself. As you stalk his figure in the hallway, you stretch out your fingers and sink your claws into the wallpaper.

Without looking back, Jack plunges his scalpel in the same spot. Your hand remains in place, merely visible fog surrounding the shining piece of metal. For the first time, the creature can see you. You gaze into his endless, cloudy sockets and nod, attempting a greeting gesture. You then switch your focus to your hand and he follows. “That’s…not very useful, is it?” You state plainly. An invisible frown darkens his expression and he pulls out the blade. Statistically speaking, encountering a ghost was the least likely situation. His reaction was by all definitions rational and he does not appreciate your mockery.

Yet tangled up in his anger lies something else. Throbbing, twisting and turning, the vague beginnings of intrigue gnaw at his chest in anticipation. He’s found a rival, or maybe a playmate. Curiosity binds him in place. If it’s amusement you want, he might just provide you with it. Although he won’t make it easy for you. And if he wins, he expects a prize in return. You’ve caught his interest and he will not be leaving empty handed. Can you tell?

A shiver runs down your spine. The smile occupying your face has now widened into a full, harrowing grin. “It’s a deal”, you murmur. The hunter and the hunted. Except no one can tell who plays the roles.

#creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere eyeless jack #yandere x reader #monster x reader #horror #yandere

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 11 months

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Arranged verse ! Reader childhood?👀 what's ur brain cooking up

"Do you know what the French homework was?"

"Yes," you answer, stifling an eyeroll. "Do you need-"

"Do you have the answers?"

You regard the girl hovering in your doorway with a cool stare. She's the new girl in the dorms and she's rapidly been trying to make her name as a 'mean girl'. Annoying. And dull. Mean girls were a dime a dozen. And as she stood there, fingering the crystal dish you kept your earrings in and snapping her gum, you weighed your options.

Clearly, she knew that you did know. And from her performance in class today, her French skills were... inadequate to the task. Not that that was unusual- French was hard. Too many letters you didn't pronounce and well. Not everyone had had language lessons since they were babies. So if you lied, you made an enemy but if you gave her the answers it wouldn't take long for Madam Buss to figure out the source.

"I do," you answer shrugging. "But I won't give them to you."

"Why?" she demanded.

"Because," you answer, eyes narrowing. "I saw what you did to Millie in the dining hall."

"Why do you care?" she scoffed. "It's not like anyone likes you-"

"I'm not here to be liked." You did roll your eyes then. If she thought this petty nonsense would hurt your feelings, she was wrong. Your mother didn't even like you.

"Be that way," she said, swiping a pair of earrings out of the dish, daring you to do something about it.

"Don't worry, I will."

Enemies it was, you supposed. But. The joke was on her. The school had just as strict a policy for theft as it did plagiarism. The second she wore them, the sisters would know- if one of the other girls didn't snitch her out first before they got caught for something else.

Subtlety was an art. If Samara had manged to teach you nothing else, you had learned that.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #arranged!verse2.0

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crescent-lockhart97 · 10 months

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Random First Class Trio + Zack Headcanons #3: Crack Version

Angeal:

His favorite workout song is "YMCA" by Village People.

He's definitely knocked out Wutai soldiers like this:

Somebody once mistook him as Zack's father due to similarities in their features. He didn't even try to correct them.

His sneeze is louder than the Krakatoa explosion.

Rickrolled everyone by singing "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley at a company gala while he was drunk. (Sephiroth and Genesis didn't speak to him for a month. 💀💀)

Makes terrible dad jokes that even Zack cannot stomach. (He's definitely done that "Hi, hungry! I'm dad!" shit with Zack. 😂😂)

Genesis:

He is a big Fergie fan and knows her songs by heart. He can also rap that part in "Fergalicious."

He did an iconic dance number to "Umbrella" with Andrea Rhodea at the Honeybee Inn like this:

He also likes Lady Gaga and blasts "Bad Romance" every time he and Sephiroth spar with each other.

He hates horror movies. He's the loudest out of the trio when watching them (he's either screaming at the characters or at the monsters/ghosts).

Aside from LOVELESS, he also quotes "Mean Girls" on the regular. (Guess who he quotes the most... 😉😉)

Totally has a blog for Shinra blinds just because (basically who's dating or fucking who, juicy stuff on important Shinra officials and staff, etc.). He once published a blind on Rufus defacing one of President Shinra's statues with a drawing of a dick. No matter how many times Shinra has gotten it shut down, Genesis somehow manages to keep on reviving it. Recently, Kunsel and some members of Red Leather have joined his team.

Sephiroth:

Can't stand spicy food. He avoids it as much as he can. Eating spicy foods will cause his eyes to water and his nose to redden like this:

(Genesis managed to snap an unfortunate photo of him dying from the spiciness of the curry and sent it to the Silver Elite fanclub with the caption, "IS THIS YOUR KING???" 🤭🤭)

Somehow, he has the most wins in UNO and Monopoly.

Catwoman is his favorite DC character; Black Cat is his favorite Marvel character. (Gee, I wonder why... 🤔🤔)

Whenever he goes outside, a horde of cats just mysteriously flock to him. Genesis and Angeal find it both amusing and creepy. (My aunt is actually like this. Wherever she goes, cats mysteriously gather around her, it's so freaky! 😭😭😭)

He can actually do the lazy eye trick, and loves to freak Genesis out with it.

He once dressed as Sadako/Samara Morgan from "The Ring" for the Halloween costume contest... and WON.

Zack:

Has sung "Jenny" by The Click Five using a shortened version of Genesis's name to annoy him. ("I'm standing still, Genny!" "Be quiet, you overgrown mutt!" "You got me on my knees, Genny!")

(This ends up with Genesis summoning Ifrit on Zack's ass 😂😂)

He and Kunsel quote Vines all the time, usually around any of the First Class Trio or Lazard just so they could revel in their confused faces.

Zack and Kunsel: *to Angeal* You are my daaaaad! You're my dad! Boogie woogie woogie!!!

Angeal:

Once, after getting drunk during the SOLDIER game night, he and the lower-class SOLDIERs thought it was a good idea to go sledding down the building stairs, so they brought mattresses from their dorms to use as makeshift sleds. Needless to say, the infirmary reached full capacity that night.

On April Fools' Day, he somehow managed to hijack Shinra's PA system and started playing "Careless Whisper" on full blast.

He's a massive Pokémon fanboy and knows the Pokémon Theme Song by heart. In fact, he has his contacts named after Pokémon: Angeal is Machamp, Sephiroth is Mewtwo, Genesis is Charizard, Tseng is Umbreon, Aerith is Jigglypuff, Cloud is Pikachu, etc.

Threw an apple at Hojo and left a shitload of Legos all over his lab for subjecting Sephiroth to a particularly painful physical test.

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thatliminal-wanderer · 2 months

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Squiggles (Generation Loss) ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Ace, Adam, Albert, Aldan, Alden, Aldon, Aldwin, Alexandria, Alfred, Alice, Alpha, Alvin, Alvis, Alvy, Alwyn, Amit, Amity, Andrew, Angelica, Anissa, Ann, Anna, Anne, Anthony, Archie, Arthur, Arwin, Ash, Ashna, Audrey, Austar, Baldwin, Barney, Bartholomew, Bellamy, Ben, Billy, Bit, Bob, Bruno, Buddy, Buzz, Cad, Caden, Cass, Ced, Cederick, Cedrick, Cedrik, Charlie, Chester, Clarissa, Dakota, Dakotah, Damien, Darwin, Darwyn, David, Edwin, Einstein, Elliot, Elwin, Ernie, Ferris, Frank, Gamba, Graham, Harold, Hedley, Horatio, Irwin, Jordan, Kadeen, Kahil, Kaira, Kaleel, Kalid, Karah, Khalee, Khaleel, Khalil, Khalilah, Lefty, Lewis, Liz, Lucky, Maitreya, Marble, Margaret, Marty, Marx, Mary, Meet, Mitra, Mitul, Noddy, Patrick, Pete, Quicky, Rafee, Rafiki, Rob, Rosemary, Ruth, Ruthie, Samara, Sedric, Sidney, Snap, Soumil, Stephen, Takoda, Wade, Wayne, Willow, Yadira, Yara, Zach, Zamil

Pronouns

ar/archive/archives, camera/cameras, cassette/cassetes, dark/darks, distort/distorts, file/files, footage/footages, fourth/fourths, fun/funs, game/games, glee/glees, goober/goobers, laugh/laughs, lost/losts, luck/lucks, mascot/mascots, radio/radios, record/records, rewind/rewinds, scare/scares, show/shows, signal/signals, silly/sillys, spook/spooks, stalk/stalks, static/statics, talk/talks, tape/tapes, wall/walls, watch/watchs, 🌐/🌐s, 🎞️/🎞️s, 🎭/🎭s, 🎮/🎮s, 🎰/🎰s, 👁️/👁️s, 👤/👤s, 📞/📞s, 📺/📺s, 🦝/🦝s, 🪡/🪡s

Titles

Showfall’s Little Face of Joy, The False Joy, The Joyful Watcher, The Judge of Life or Death, The Mascot That Loves The Viewers, The One Who Knows About The Show, The One Who Let’s The Viewers Choose, The One Who May Write The Script, The Show’s Mascot, [prn] Who Speaks to The Audience, [prns] The One Who Watches

Genders

Analogender, Analoghorrorgender, Foundfootagehorroric, G!squigglesgender, Genderlog, Horroraveil, Humornoxic, Oldinternetfriendic, Redroomic, Sweetnsillygender, Videourawarec, Vitciwatchic, Webhorroric

Other mogai

Alderanalora, Chat Omninoun, Error Omninoun, Horrorvior

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alanaever · 14 days

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About me !

Hi! I'm Alana (She/Her)

I write fanfiction for the Empyrean, I'm incredibly delusional and think I’m Violet Sorrengail.

My favourite colour is pink, I love Lana del Rey and come up with random scenes to music on a whim, and then think I should write them.

Below you'll find links to my work/fandom & some FAQ

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✧ Fandoms/Works

Fourth wing:

Currently posting

- Xaden’s POV of Iron Flame.

Clue in the title. Behind the scenes of what went on with the marked ones and at Samara. Focuses primarily on Xaden’s friendships and relationships negative and positive as well as giving context in the form of my theories about Xaden’s life before the rebellion as well as Violet's life before the quadrant. Each chapter has an epigraph that tells a story from a character perspective that I make up.

Snippet from Chapter 1

"She is standing right here," she snaps, and hell, Violet speaking Tyrrish is... There are no words for the emotion I feel. All I know is that I want to pick her up, deposit her on the throne and... No. Trust first. I look about to gauge the Assembly's reaction to how screwed they are and an unflattering amount of satisfaction courses through me at the number of jaws that drop in front of me.

On Hiatus

- Beneath the Willow tree

I read Willow in the Breeze and got immediately inspired I do have a plan to continue this story but I've hit writer's block on it at the moment and I have other projects to work on. The first two chapters are my idea of the night of Willow’s conception, and the 3rd is Xaden returning from the army and setting the scene for his life and why he may or may not be the most advisable parent…

Chapter 4 has been drafted but I need to further flesh out the plot before I take it off hiatus and start posting more regularly.

Snippet from Chapter 1

“Not much of a drinker?” I ask.

“Not really,” he says, apparently unembarrassed to be drinking what is commonly held to be a teenager's drink.

I mentally tick another mark in the pro column. I like a guy sober enough to know what he’s about.

“Let me guess,” I ask “You’re the mum's friend.”

His mouth does another half smirk, but he doesn’t respond I have a feeling I’m dead on the money

“What about you?” he asks.

I lean on the bar, tilting my head up to look at him. “I’m the friend the mum friend always has to talk out of perfectly amazing ideas.”

Behind-the-scenes works

- part one of a series called two sides of the same coin, - ‘traitors’

Has been plotted and planned extensively and I am currently writing the first draft, unlike my other works this will be a story I write behind the scenes and post one chapter at a time when I’m ready and pleased with the result.

The plot is inspired by Storm in the Quiet which if you haven't read it please please check out it’s an amazing piece of work. It is the story of Violet's first year if Tyrrandor succeeded. So no Xaden and no marked ones at Basgiath. Unlike SITQ Tairn tells Violet about the venin and she takes on a Role similar to Xaden in Book 1, Xaden and the marked ones will not be present in Book 1 of this series but will be introduced in Book 2 if my plans are followed.

Snippet from Chapter 2

No dragon bonds an injured rider. And no dragon would look twice at her due to her stature she’s small and smaller than most human women and there's a frailness in her physique despite her competence with daggers she is not a natural fighter but a learned one out of necessity.

I think I make up my mind then.

- what if we all left

A story centring on the premise that Mira and the rest of the Sorrengails left Basgiath to fight for the rebellion believing violet to have been compromised by the scribe quadrant. They reunite years later and find a completely different sister to the one they left behind, who has been through some shit.

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I lunge for the knife without thinking and take it to slash at the family portrait in the hall of the smiling faces from years ago who don’t yet realise their lives will end so soon. I kick down the carved bookcases sending papers to the floor i smash 3 pictures 5, 7, all of them till there's nothing left but the carnage of my life.

But it’s still not enough, I reach for a bottle of bleach from under the sink and take the cap off showing it over the cushions, the floor anywhere in reach.

- then we were Venin.

A story where Violet and possibly Xaden ( to be confirmed ) turn Venin and end up being tried for treason after capture only for people to discover the truth. There could be a child in this story but it would be post pregnancy and the child would be around 10 years old.

No snippet I haven't yet written anything for this work.

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✧ FAQ

Do you have an updated schedule?

No, I did try to do one but I’m still in university so I write as and when it suits me. I do try to get updates out sooner if people enjoy the chapters so if you're irritated due to a cliffhanger let me know and I'll do my best to deliver ;))

Can I bind your fic?

Yes provided it’s for personal or non-profit use. I’m a major advocate for keeping fanfic free especially as a lot of the work I do is not entirely OC and the rights and ownership of the characters belong to RY.

Can I use a scenario/character in your fic for my own or write something inspired by your fic?

Yes provided I’m referenced as the inspiration for the scene or as the creator of the character otherwise I'd love to read anything people come up with xx

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Savage Love Chapter 36: Lost and Found

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes

Word Count: 1,982

My other stuff: Master List.

Leo

The world spun as I struggled to put the pieces together. The woman sitting in front of me wasn’t Cora Illiopolis, she was Helena Rys née Samaras and she was my mother.

Or at least she had given birth to me. Eleanor had raised me. I had lost my mother when she was murdered just as much as Liam had. Eleanor had brought love, warmth, and laughter into the cold, sterile world I had existed in with Constantine. She had given me a brother and she had loved me as if I were her actual son.

Helena was barely a memory. A scandal. An unfortunate footnote in the history of the Rys family.

But the framed photo in my hand contradicted everything I had been told about her.

“You were the lady in the park?” It felt like a stupid question. Clearly, she was. I had the photographic evidence in my hand. I had my own fucking memories. They might be decades old, but I remembered her. I remembered her laughter, her smile, and how kind she always was to me.

“Yes,” she seemed sad as she recalled, “Eleanor was generous enough to meet with me secretly so I could see you on a regular basis, even if I couldn’t tell you who I really was.”

“Why?” I demanded as I struggled to keep my emotions under control, “Why did it have to be a secret?”

Her gaze darted from my face to Liv’s as if searching for some backup. She looked stricken as she stumbled over her answer, “Because…ah..your father…I don’t know if you realize….it wasn’t my choice….he….I wasn’t supposed to….I shouldn’t have even been in Cordonia, but Eleanor, she….she saw that it wasn’t right….”

Nausea flooded over me in a rush as the truth hit me. She hadn’t abandoned me, she had been forced out. So many things from my past snapped into place, this one crucial piece of missing information making it all make sense. My father’s over-protectiveness, his close scrutiny of guest lists, the vetting of my mail, more so than his own, or even Liam’s. As if he were trying to keep the world away from me. Not the whole world, apparently. Just my mother.

Liv’s hand on my shoulder shook me back to the present. “I’m sorry,” I managed, “I need a minute.”

“Of course-“ Helena said more, but I didn’t hear it. I jolted out of my seat and straight out the front door.

“Leo!” Liv threw a quick apology to Helena before chasing after me. “Are you okay?”

“I….” I was bent over, hands on my knees, gasping for air. I had just been delivered the shock of a lifetime, and I felt like a fool. I should have known.

Constantine Rys was nothing if not controlling, manipulative, and vengeful. That man could hold a grudge like no one else I’ve ever met, and he did not brook disagreements, insubordination, or independent thought.

Of fucking course he had banished my mother after the divorce. Cordonian law ensured the crown had primary custody, but no, that wouldn’t have been enough for the old man. He would have wanted to make her pay for the sin of leaving him. For the embarrassment. And so what if it wrecked emotional devastation on his son?

My entire childhood had been spent wondering why my own mother didn’t want me. I shook my head as Liv’s hand landed on my back. I looked up at her from my bent-over position, angry tears in my eyes, “That fucking bastard!”

“Oh, Leo…”

I straightened up and pulled her to me, drawing her into my body and crushing her against me as if the tightness of my embrace could shield us both from the cruelty and capriciousness of the world. “I promise I will never turn into my father!” I sobbed into her hair.

“I know,” her voice was soft and soothing as her fingers threaded through my hair, “I love you, Leo. You’re nothing like him.”

“I love you so much, Livvie,” I sniffled as I finally managed to wrest my emotions into order, “I don’t deserve you. Are you sure you don’t want to find someone with less baggage?”

“Hush,” she scoffed, “We have matching baggage. There’s no one out there better than you. Not for me.”

I pulled away and wiped at my face, “Thanks. We should…we should go back in.”

Helena was coming out of the kitchen as we entered the living room, “I cleaned up the tea, I wasn’t sure if you were coming back...”

I strode quickly across the room and engulfed her in my arms, hugging her just as tightly as I’d hugged Liv, “I’m so sorry for what he did to you. I didn’t know….I would have looked for you sooner!”

She dissolved into tears in my arms, “It wasn’t your fault! You didn’t know. How could you? I’m sorry, Leo! I should have tried harder, I should have-“

“You couldn’t fight a literal king and the entire King’s Guard. I get that.”

“I was going to contact you once you became king-“

I laughed as I released her, “I’m here now and I won’t lose you again, you can count on that!”

“I’m sorry I had to go into hiding, I had to protect Lena…”

“Right,” I had all but forgotten the thing that had brought us here, “Lena. How did that happen? How did you end up with her?”

“I was only supposed to take care of her for a week or two while Eleanor went back to Cordonia for you and Liam. She was leaving him. We were all going to disappear together. She would have her two children, I would have mine, and we would both be free of Constantine. But she never came back.”

“Yes. We know that much.” It explained why Eleanor had planned to take me too. She had been going to deliver me to my mother. What would my life have looked like if their plan had succeeded?

“Jackson thought it would be safest for the baby if she disappeared and no one ever knew she existed.”

“But why? My father is a monster, but even he wouldn’t hurt his own child. I mean, physically anyway.”

“That’s the reason she was running. The baby wasn’t his. He would have killed her if he’d known.”

Now I felt like I was going to throw up. Had he known? Was he responsible for her death? I hoped to all that was holy he had not been, for Liam’s sake. That just might break him.

“Who was the father? Do you know?”

“Yes. It was Jackson Walker.”

Riley

Sigrid excused herself to go and mingle. I had no choice but to let her. I couldn’t seem too eager. People like her could sniff desperation a mile away. Besides, I wasn’t desperate. I was so close I could taste it.

Taking down the Cordonian branch was no longer good enough. Not when I had the entire European division within my grasp.

We could take down the local organization and they would have a stranglehold again within five years. Cutting off a tentacle wasn’t enough, we needed to take the head.

Bringing down the entire Via Imperii would be quite the feat for a GIA agent. It would fast-track my career into upper management and ensure me any assignment I wanted.

That’s what I told myself anyway. That it was all about the feather in my cap. The professional prestige, and that it had nothing to do with the fact that as long as the Via Imperii had a foothold anywhere in Europe, the future king of Cordonian would be in danger.

The moment Leo’s abdication was officially announced, Liam would receive the same offer Leo had and though I had tried to pitch the usefulness of playing along for the sake of gaining a tactical advantage, Liam had been just as steadfast as his brother in his refusal to even pretend to entertain their offer.

I understood his reasons, but Jesus fucking Christ he wasn’t making my job easy.

The social season was almost over. I was running out of time. I had been putting off submitting my report for days now because I knew the mission objective was in hand. The Corodian branch had been compromised. I knew who led it, I knew who all the members were, and I knew where their headquarters were located. After tonight, I would know if the missing Rys heir was a real threat or not.

Command was going to say there was no reason not to breach. The mission's objective was clear: Take down the Cordonian branch of the Via Imperii. That’s what we were invited here to do, and that result was well within our reach.

But it was no longer enough for me. I needed to protect my friends. I needed to protect Liam.

I just needed a little more time to worm my way further into the organization, to gain Sigrid’s trust. To find out if the estate we were standing in was the headquarters of upper leadership and if not, what was. To find out who the leader of the European division was. And if my intel was correct, the leader of the entire thing.

We could rid the planet of the whole putrid, rotting, evil cabal. And who wouldn’t want that?

Hopefully, Lena was an unwitting pawn and not an evil sibling hell-bent on taking down her brothers. Experience told me the chances of her seeing reason were slim. Power corrupts. The promise of a throne and the lure of a crown might be too much to overcome, but a girl could hope.

As we took our seats for dinner, Sigrid stood at the head of the table. Every head turned to face her. Every voice quieted in her presence. She smiled benignly, “It’s so nice to have you all here tonight. Thank you, King Eirik, for hosting us, and thank you Duke Richards and Duchess Ebrim for making the trip. As you all know, Cordonia is next on our list of…acquisitions.”

She paused as quiet laughter rounded the table.

“I heard the crown prince turned us down,” Eirik tipped his head expectantly.

Sigrid shot him a look of annoyance, “Yes, he did but he’s no longer the crown prince. It hasn’t been publicly announced yet, but Leo Rys has abdicated. Prince Liam will take his place. We anticipate a rejection from him as well however, he must pick a queen, and the two top contenders for that role are members in good standing within our ranks.” She tipped her glass of champagne toward me and Madeleine.

I inclined my head in acknowledgment as curious murmurs broke out and heads craned in our direction.

“That’s fine and well, but on the off chance that he doesn’t pick one of them….” Godfrey shot Madeleine an apologetic glance, “I don’t doubt you darling, but I have intelligence that suggests he might be considering another suitor. In that case,” he turned his attention back to Sigrid, “I have been assured we have an insurance policy.”

“Indeed, we do,” Sigrid smirked as she gestured to one of the guards near the door.

The door swung open. A figure strode through it. I quickly noted dark hair, like Liam’s, the signature Rys chin, and the same ocean blue eyes that belonged to both Leo and Constantine. But the detail that took me completely aback was that the lost heir to the Cordonian throne wasn’t Leo and Liam’s sister at all.

I didn’t know where Lena was at that moment, but she certainly wasn’t in Hidar.

Sigrid smiled lovingly at the newcomer as she announced to the room, “Allow me to introduce my cousin Constantine’s long-lost child. The one I have raised as my own son. Anton Severus Rys.”

Well, shit.

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Mass Effect Fic: Bait (1/5)

Summary: Garrus struggles with jealousy as Shepard acts as bait for Morinth.

Length: 2,160

Links: AO3

Purple and red neon lights danced off Garrus' visor. The ever-looming words of Afterlife had become routine during his two-year stint on Omega. He walked past, moving to a side wall where a thin turian loitered.

"Jauurut sent me," Garrus coughed out as he approached.

With a grunt, the turian hit a panel, almost indistinguishable from the others. The neon lights grew and spun. The wall slid to the side. Thrumming dark tones and dimly pink lights greeted Garrus on the VIP floor of Afterlife.

"You fight, and you're out. Defending yourself is fine. Be careful in there, and enjoy your time."

Omega was the last place Garrus wanted to be, especially not enjoy. His eyes darted around, waiting for someone to ambush him. He took a breath to calm himself. Very few people knew Archangel's true face. Well, those who did were now dead. And with the new scars and outfit change to blend with the clientele, Garrus may as well have been a new turian.

He worked his way through the crowd to the corner of the bar. The seat allowed him a good view of the entrance and dance floor. Four empty seats surrounded him.

Garrus sat crowded by several of his men at the bar. Ripper's long limbs hung on Garrus as he drank in celebration. Weaver and Sidonis laughed, clapping each other on the back, while Meleni watched the crowd. Pride swelled in Garrus’ chest, watching his team grow and bond. They could take on anything Omega threw at them.

A blue hand waving in his face snapped him back. He needed to focus, to leave his men in the past.

“Hey, big guy, this seat taken?”

“Take your pick,” Garrus gestured to the empty seats.

“Thanks! Just need a break from dancing. I’m Vlyrica.”

Garrus cheered his drink towards her.

“Caeus.”

“Not so chatty are we?” She asked with a hint of glee.

“I can if you need me to be.”

“I like that answer.” Her bright white teeth flashed out.

The young asari, no more than a century old, plopped down to the nearest seat. Liquor wafted from her breath onto Garrus. Bright pink markings under her eyes popped with the light blue of her skin. A tight green dress covered most of her body. She’d played as a good distraction. He chatted with her, only half listening as he scanned the bar for the asari he was looking for.

Morinth.

A plan dreamed up by Samara, no doubt, to lure the all-powerful asari with Shepard as bait.

Shepard had planned to do this alone, with only Samara hiding in the shadows. He couldn't have that. Shepard had already gotten herself poisoned and stabbed on two different accounts on the asteroid. Now, with no armor? Or weapon? She needed more than just to be live bait.

Besides, he knew Omega. He was best for the job. He fitted in. He wouldn't register as long as he kept his head down and stayed drinking.

Garrus continued to talk with the young asari. He half listened, nodded along, and chimed in when appropriate. Vlyrica laughed, continued drinking, and babbled on as Garrus scanned the scenery.

A drunk turian making a nuisance of himself with one of the dancers in one corner, a krogan thug in the next, and journalists about to get themselves killed. The usual for Omega. But he still waited for one person in particular.

The wall to the entrance hissed. Purple and red lights illuminated Shepard's figure as she walked in. A black dress clung to her body, and red-lined patterns decorated her waist. Dark brown hair slicked back to her waist, swaying with each step. Black and red makeup surrounded her eyes.

Shepard turned heads as she walked in alone. Garrus tried not to be one of them. But the patterns on her dress accentuated her muscles as she walked. He allowed himself a quick look and went back to Vlyrica.

Within ten minutes of her entrance, she dismantled two gang operations with the threat of her presence, saving a journalist in the process. It was disheartening how easily she fit into a role Garrus had worked hard at for two years.

Finishing up, Shepard made a beeline to the bartender. She gave a curt glance and nothing more to Garrus. Only ten feet away, but for now, they were strangers.

Garrus avoided watching her, focusing on the young asari next to him.

A laugh escaped Shepard's mouth as she spoke with the bartender. Fake. While all human laughs sounded the same to him. Shepard’s had a distinct nature. A surprised snort usually came from her. Unattractive, at least according to the human crew who noted it. But to Garrus, it was just very much Shepard.

This laugh was light and controlled, but with an all too convincing smile, as she placed her hand on the human bartender's forearm.

Garrus tried not to react or notice it, but his good mandible flicked out. The same carefully placed hand she had put on Garrus' forearm when she proposed their arrangement.

Blowing off steam.

They weren't anything serious—friends with an arrangement. But how to start that arrangement has been nothing more than a highly intense operation for him. When he tried to initiate, based on all the research, he had not gotten far.

Garrus' ungloved hand, trimmed talons, circled the small of Shepard's back. Her chest began to form a red bloom that soon rose to her face. Shepard bolted up from her seat and excused herself to the restroom. She came out, fresh-faced, smelling floral-like, and sat closer to him, almost atop him. His hands fumbled nervously around her, unsure how to continue with the interruption. They spend the rest of the night just talking and building model ships.

A high, intense voice cut through the embarrassing memories, returning him to the dark neon club.

"And then I'll be traveling to Palaven after finishing here. I still have a few more pieces in the works."

Vlyrica looked up to him, waiting for a response. Eyes light and full of life. Too sweet for Omega and was most likely to get herself killed sooner if she didn't follow through with those plans.

"So why Omega for your project? Do you actually have to be here, or is it some kind of starving artist thing?"

"I guess 'cause my father was from here. He was an artist, too." She paused, looking off towards the crowd, and continued.

"I want to create amazing oil portraits like him. My goal is to capture the true essence of the citizens of the city they inhabit. Not just the gangs or politics, but the hardworking people trying to get by."

Garrus tried not to laugh at the endeavor. The true, hardworking people were either dead or barely getting by to be at a club. His men wouldn’t get such recognition.

"Is that why you're talking to me?"

"Well, would you call yourself hardworking?" She laughed at her retort.

"Maybe, but what got you talking to me?"

She turned her head, avoiding his gaze. "Your scars caught my eye."

Garrus froze, not liking the direction of the conversation. She could be genuinely interested in him or have figured him out to be Archangel.

But she continued at his discomfort. "I've never seen a turian with scars like that before. They look fresh. Did you get them here?"

Garrus' mandibles flicked out in irritation again. Pain shot through his jaw on the damaged side. The bandages were off, and the plates healed over, but he still barely had function on his right side.

"I don't mean to offend! I mean, umm, I just think they would make for an interesting subject for a painting." Vlyrica blurred out. "You would, I mean."

Garrus sighed with relief. She was either a fantastic actor or a typical artist.

"None taken. It's nice to know they are more than just an eyesore."

"You are definitely not an eyesore." She looked at him, eyes wide, and a purple hue formed on her cheeks. Garrus coughed, uncomfortable with the attention on himself.

"Well, you should leave Omega soon. The tide pool beaches of Cipritine are pristine this time of year. They'll dry up by the end of the season."

"Oh, I'll have to look into that!" Vlyrica followed along with the change in topic. "You know Ilium beaches…" she continued, acting as his great cover.

Shepard remained in his peripheral as he listened to Vlyrica. Shepard’s hand still rested on the bartender. Garrus’ mandibles flicked again at the sight. The irritation worsened as Shepard's voice cooed over the intercom, far too airy and light than Garrus had ever heard from her.

"Now, what if the whole bar could have a round on you, Edwin?" Shepard's hand trailed up his arm. The bartender laughed and stammered over Shepard as she stared into him.

"Alright, just this once, and you know…my shift ends in a few hours if you're gonna stick around."

"We'll see about that," Shepard played along as she sipped her drink and winked.

The bartender began wiping up drinks for anyone in earshot of the bar. Vlyrica sat up with excitement.

"Oh, how cool! Thank you!" Vlyrica slurred out, reaching for her new drink. "Same for you, big guy?" She nudged into Garrus with a smile.

Garrus almost felt Shepard's glare as Vlyrica hung off of him, but her attention moved to other patrons before he could be sure.

"Sure, but you should probably be taking it easy. Omega is not somewhere you want to stumble around drunk.

"Ohh, you're no fun!"

"Okay, fine. One more, then," Garrus laughed as he took his drink. He raised his glass and cheered with her.

"I'm glad I can be so convincing," Vlyrica giggled as she took a sip.

As the free drinks arrived, the teeming crowd cheered. Shepard raised her glass to the other patrons. She winked in the general direction of the cheers, carefully not towards Garrus.

Even then, the heat on his neck began to rise, and plates in his chest plates moved and caught on each other as his heart rate increased. One drink over an hour, but he still felt on edge with a buzz in his system. And how Shepard moved and acted was not helping.

A wry smile formed on Shepard's lips as her fingertips trailed along the bartop. She moved on to her next target to grab attention to herself- not that she needed to do much else. Garrus tried not to watch her walk away, but he still stole a glance. Shattering glass interrupted the sight of her swaying waist and hips.

"I said I want you, not more booze," The obnoxious turian leered over a dancer. He had become more belligerent as the night went on. "Come on. We can go back to my place. I have the creds."

"I'm a dancer, not a hooker! Security!" The dancer screamed, looking in Garrus' direction, eyes wide and wild. Garrus almost left his seat as a voice came over his comms.

"Garrus, do not get up. Let Shepard handle it." Samara's ice-cold voice stopped him, as if she kill him on the spot if he moved.

A bark came from Shepard, almost like order, as she separated the turian from the dancer.

"Sober up and stop bothering her."

The drunk sneered and laughed while looking down at Shepard. He had almost a meter on her.

"If I can't have her, you'll do just fine." His hand shot forcefully at her waist, enough for Shepard to step back.

Garrus gripped his hands on the bar, stinging with anger at the sight. He tried not to bring attention to himself. He didn't trust Samara but had to trust Shepard to handle it herself.

Without a word, the drunk's hand unnaturally bent back and fell to the floor in a crumpled mess.

The asari dancer kicked past him to thank Shepard. "Thank you! Security was asleep."

"No problem," Shepard laughed at the statement. "I barely touched him."

As Shepard left, an asari in a skin-tight black jumpsuit emerged from the shadows. The asari's eyes lingered up and down Shepard's form. Garrus couldn't tell if it was from lust or hunger.

"I've been watching you. You're the most interesting person in this place."

"He was nothing." Shepard's voice came out calm and confident as she watched the asari. Waiting for her next move.

"I don't doubt it. It seems you handle yourself quite well."

"Oh? Well, whose noticing?"

"I'm Morinth. Why don't you join me at my table? I'd love to know more about you."

A pit formed in Garrus' stomach–the plan worked.

"Lead the way."

Morinth placed her hand on the small of Shepard's back. Garrus watched the same red bloom spread from her chest to her face. He gritted his fangs together and dug his grip tighter into the bar.

He had to trust Shepard.

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Whumpcember Day 15- Hallucinating (Mass Effect, Shakarian)

@whumpcember

The container exploded and the red gas burst out, spreading everywhere.

Looking back on it, Shepard realized that they should have followed protocol, especially since they knew that Minagen X3 was highly toxic, and used their hazmat helmets. But in the moment things were happening to quickly; if they didn't track down the Eclipse mercenaries in a timely manner then Samara would refuse to join the crew. And from what Shepard saw, they could use the Asari Justicar and the firepower she brought.

Exchanging fire with the mercenaries, Shepard tried not to breathe in the gas as it crept nearer but accidentally did so. Coughing as it made its way through the filers in her helmet, she pushed forwards to drive the mercenaries back.

"What the hell is that made of?" she asked herself, feeling her heart beat faster and starting to feel like she could do anything.

"You good Shepard?" Garrus asked, narrowing his eyes while looking at the Commander. EDI had told him that her vitals were starting to spike and there was a mysterious compound in her blood.

"Accidentally got a bit of the Minagen X3 in my system. I'll be good through." Shepard replied as they took advantage of the empty space for a brief rest before pressing on.

"If you're sure." Garrus said, his sub-harmonics relaying the doubt he felt.

"Yeah." Shepard slipped on her helmet again, making sure that it engaged the seals and was on tight. Friendly slapping Garrus on the shoulder she continued, "Thanks though."

Another container burst open next to Shepard and she couldn't move out of the way in time-the red gas enveloping her. Shepard rolled out of cover and dashed over towards a new spot that was Minagen X3 free, she focused on taking out the rest of the mercenaries. Halfway through. she felt the familiar rush but this time it was more intense.

"Shit." she thought, powering up her biotics and enjoying the feeling of how easily they responded and did more damage when she threw a nova and the group went flying. "Maybe I could try to Reave though."

"Shepard!" Garrus snapped, putting his sniper rifle away now that the mercenaries had been taken care of and standing up. "You good?"

"Hell yeah, lets go. Gotta keep them running." Shepard said quickly, scanning for any more Eclipse mercenaries that might suddenly appear.

"Shepard...they're gone, we took care of them all."

"No they're still there, don't you see them?"

"Well...shit." Garrus thought, realizing that Shepard must have gotten another dose of Minagen and it was affecting her more than the last time.

"EDI, get the shuttle ready and tell Chakwas that Shepard needs a detox. She must have gotten a heavier does of that Minagen." he said while striding over to where Shepard was and after some difficulty, got her into what the humans called a bear hug; wrapping both his arms around her so that she couldn't escape.

Straightening up, he was glad for the height difference between him and Shepard; that way it wouldn't be so difficult carrying her back to the shuttle and to the med-bay.

Shepard opened her eyes and squinted against the bright light. "Where am I?" she groaned, wishing the pounding in her head would go away.

"The Medbay. How are you?" Garrus said, glancing over the top of his datapad.

"Like I partied all night." Shepard buried her face in the pillow and just wanted to sleep the hangover away. "What happened?"

"The short story is that you got a face full of Minagen and started hallucinating. Had to carry out of there and onto the shuttle so Chakwas could start the detox."

As Garrus talked, Shepard realized that she hazily remembered the feeling like she could do anything with her biotics. "That could have ended badly." she thought, shifting so she could crack open an eye and look at Garrus.

"Guess I owe you one then."

"I'll put it on your tab."

"Sounds fair." Shepard licked her dry lips, wondering if the fluttering feeling in her stomach was Minagen related or if it was something else. "Thanks."

Garrus gave a short nod, "You're welcome."

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