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kaitycole · 3 years

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...as a grandparent (p.1)

Summary: OM boys and how they’d be as a grandparent.

A/N: Would they be grandparents or granddemons? Granddemons sounds badass, you have to admit.

Lucifer: While his child got the best of everything, his grandchild will simply just get everything. The sky isn’t even the limit for what he spoils his grandkid with and there’s nothing that’s off limits whether it be clothes, food, electronics, etc. Once his grandkid came over saying they were teased for not having the newest model of the D.D.D. and Lucifer’s pride cracked, later that day, said grandchild had the D.D.D. model that hadn’t even been released yet. He is 100% the grandparent that says “you might be grounded at home, but not at my house” and throws the “ridiculous” punishment out the window, letting the grandchild do whatever their parent took away from them.

Mammon: Toys. He buys whatever toy, no matter how obnoxious, how loud or how unnecessary for his grandchild. Parents said no? Oh well, Mammon doesn’t know that word and he’s using Lucifer’s card so what does he care? Before the Avatar of Greed wanted all the money he could get his hands on and while he still does, what he’s most greedy for is the title of “best grandparent ever” and if that means getting that annoying corn popper toy (image), the keyboard that only operates on loud or the tiny building pieces that hurts like a bitch when you step on them, so be it.

Leviathan: One-hour max on video games? Not in his room, how could a time limit be put on a bonding activity? How was Levi supposed to just quit a game in the middle of a quest or after they had been on a roll? The one-hour rule went through one ear and out the other because his grandkid was almost as great as he was at video games and they beat a level that Levi had been struggling with for weeks. The pair ends up playing for close to 24 hours straight, eating only Spicy Rainbow Pizza and drinking Little Devil's Slushy Soda.

Satan: The most tamed out of his brothers, he enforces the rules that his grandchild has at home, keeps them on schedule with any activities they do and when it comes to naps and bedtime. However, he is also the grandparent that will rat out his grandchild’s parents in a heartbeat. “Oh, your mom said big kids eat their veggies? Funny she refused to eat anything green until she was 16.” “Your dad said that he’s allergic to cats so you can’t have one? Strange he had a pet cat when he was your age and never sneezed once.” Will literally give his grandchild ammo to use against their parents and not even hesitate.

Asmodeus: Two words – matching outfits. This Avatar of Lust soaks up the “aww’s” and “how cute’s” they receive from others around them and is through the roof when he hears “you don’t look old enough to have a grandkid!” Everything his grandchild wears is the best of the best because the grandchild of the Jewel of the Heavens can’t be seen in anything less than perfection. He goes completely overboard on the amounts of clothing he buys, the child won’t even wear a fourth of everything bought before growing out of that size, but Asmo doesn’t care, he’ll simply just buy more when he needs to. His favorite thing he’s bought are the kid’s shoes that squeak with each step.

Beelzebub: Snack restrictions? What was this ‘no sugar’ rule his precious grandchild told him their parents had for them or the ‘no midnight snack’ nonsense? Beel couldn’t understand why anyone would deny his grandchild such luxuries and he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow it any longer, at least not when he was babysitting. His grandchild didn’t have as large as appetite as he did, but they did seem to enjoy Ghost Pumpkin Cream Puffs and Spicy Newt Chips. Beel wasn’t expecting such a massive sugar rush, but thankfully it wore off before the parents got back.

Belphegor: Belphie almost died when his grandchild looked him straight on and told him that they weren’t allowed to take naps anymore because they were getting too old for them. Too old for a nap!?! Who tf came up with such a ludicrous way of thinking? That didn’t stop the Avatar of Sloth from wrapping his grandchild up on their matching blanket set, pulling them into a tight hug before they both ended up napping for a few hours, only waking up when Beel told them it was time for dinner. He’s extremely excited when his grandkid pokes out their bottom lip asking if they can take another after they eat and when he sees them drag their little blanket around behind them.

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Part Two

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gaylien51 · 3 years

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So this is the first chapter of my story. I’m a beginner writer so if you have any advice feel free to share.

Baron Draxum watched all his precious work go down in flames. The heat overwhelmingly and the fire still roaring. CRASH! Another part of the roof collapsed bringing even more damage. He cursed his now forever enemy Hamato Yoshi. As he begun to walk away from the ruins of his previous lab he thinks of how his lab was destroyed.A prisoner of big mama that he had his loyal gargoyles bring to him for his highly anticipated experiment of creating the perfect soldiers to rain hell upon the vile humans that lived above. The experiment consisted of 4 turtles, a red eared slider turtle, a snapping turtle, a soft shell turtle, and a box turtle. He looked down in his hands to see a small box turtle, the last of his experiments. “ You shall become the perfect soldier, the perfect success, you will be the downfall of humans, the rein of pure terror as everyone kneels down to our almighty power!” Achoo! He looked down at the box turtle in disgust. Ugh germs- and from a mutant turtle no less. He felt pressure on his fingers as he looked down to see the experiment nuzzle into his hands happily cooing and smiling at him. “There is much much much work to be done little one” he expressed with tiredness in his voice.

“ Uhhhh sir, no offense but your mortal enemy who you called us to capture because of his awesome fighting skills, ninjutsu and all that, has destroyed your lab place, burned it down to the ground, escaped with the 3 other turtles, and is most likely mutated into a rat and will raise the 3 other turtles if they survived, and will most likely prep himself over the years to come and fight you, has completely and utterly destroyed your work, soooooooooo where we living?”. Baron looked at the gargoyle on his shoulder (which he solemnly forgot about) and wore a frustrated and pinched expression as he explained the obvious. The other gargoyle on his shoulder also looked at him waiting for an answer to their question. Frustrated, tired,angry, and annoyed Baron Draxum argued in his head if he should kill them for their very annoying existence. “ We will rebuild our laboratory starting from the ground up and prepare experiment 42005 for his long and successful journey of destroying the humans!” He answered with determination. “ As for now we will visit the yokai city and remain there for the time being” he added. Both gargoyle looked at him and shrugged satisfied with the answers. “ hey as long as me and Muninn have a place to stay we’re a-okay with your plan boss man!” replied the gargoyle on his left shoulder. “ what huginn said!” Munnin, the gargoyle on his right shoulder said.

So Baron Draxum, Munnin, Huginn, and the experiment 42005 began their trek to yokai city and onwards to their journey of the destruction of the humans.

CRASH! Baron hurried out of bed and into his kitchen to see his experiment trying to cook breakfast for himself. Tiredness dripped in his voice as he asked “ Little one when I said you must learn survival skills such as cooking, I did not mean to make a mess of the kitchen” his racing heart calmed seeing his son on the counter unharmed but dirty with flour all over his clothes. Which was also on the counters and tables- and how did pancake mix get on the ceiling? All over the kitchen causing quite a mess.

“ I’m sorry da- I mean sir, I was trying to create a acceptable meal for us today but it didn’t go over quite well” replied his son with disappointment and frustration. “ Just make sure to clean this up and meet me in the lab for your training... we will eat cereal so you may have your breakfast”. Internally experiment 42005 groaned at just the thought of eating bland boring old nutritional rations that his dad called cereal. As his dad continued to walk away from him he quickly and expertly cleaned up his mess frustrated at his failed attempt at cooking. Usually he was quite good at this and created the best meals with whatever was stocked in the pantry but his mind was distracted with thoughts of what he’ll do today and this resulted in the mess before him. But he decided to not think too hard about it and stored those thoughts away and quickly finished up. He ran to the lab through the dark and creepy decaying hallways all colored the same dull gray and rusted. He then saw his dad and the left out “cereal” for him and proceeded to make his way to the table with the laid out food and sit and eat it hurriedly. His father in the background working on many technologies to improve their home and for his patrols.

“42005 today is your 13th birthday” his father said suddenly. 42005 stood up from his chair standing tall and proud as he’s always done since he can remember. “As you know I have been preparing you since birth to destroy the vile humans that live up above, the disgusting creatures who forced us down here into yokai city, making us soft, and stealing the surface from us, and- yadda yadda yadda I know dad you’ve been saying this since my birth!” Interrupted his son. Looking at him with a disgruntled expression he stared into his sons eyes as his son stared back. “Ha you blinked! I win” his son said with smug. “ENOUGH!, experiment 42005 you will listen to me! You know I hate interruptions!”. His son cowered a bit internally but did not show it out of fear for punishment. “ Yes sir, I apologize “ he said solemnly. Satisfied with his answer he continued on his rant about vile human as his son mentally bored with the same discussion hes heard again and again and waited for him to finish. “And that is why human are disgusting and you will go on to destroy the- Are you listening to me?!l he yelled. Startling his son out of his short nap. He sighed with dissatisfaction and drag his hand over his face. “ Proceed to training with Munnin and Huginn and the foot bots, later today we shall proceed with your far more intense training and then patrol will happen is that understood?”. 42005 flinched very subtly at the mention of the clan but replied yes and proceeded to go train. The training room was a stimulation his father made that can produce whatever needed. 42005 chose footbots this time as some early practice while waiting for Munnin and Huginn. He tried desperately to bury himself in his training tearing foot bot after foot boy apart with his mystic kusari fundo the fire ball shrieking wildly as their enemies were torn apart. He had started to train with the foot clan when he was 4 and learned quickly how cruel they were. Every mistake he made he was punished for severely. His scars aches just thinking of it. Burning, drowning, poisoned , whipped, and many other methods of torture he had to induce upon people or else he would be punished instead. They told him this was the way of the clan and that it was effective for enemies.They silenced him quickly with threats to not tell his father unless he wanted even more punishments. At age 4 42005 learned what the word discipline truly meant and when to enforce silence. He grew to be one of the most notorious assassins out there a product of the foot clan and his father. He was a cold blooded thirsty terrifying killers known as the fire akuma, the devil, the bringer of death, and many other names. All at the cost of his innocence. At age 8 his father found out about the horrible punishments after hearing the excuse one too many times he was hurt from patrol and training. His father accepted it too busy with projects and destroying humans to pay attention to him. Once he learned of the horrors being done to his creation he rained hell upon the foot and promised 42005 that no one shall ever harm him again. He started paying more attention to his experiment from then on making sure nothing tainted his creation. As time went they grew closer and acted more as father and son although Baron would never admit it as he was too prideful. Baron always felt guilty for his trauma and did his best to help him with it. Although he still had plenty nightmares from the screams he heard and bones being crushed and throats be big split- he was getting far too much in his thoughts. Baron never did explain why he allied with the foot - he never explained many things but 42005 learned to not question it. His father was still very guarded hence why he was never named an actual name instead of numbers.

SWOOSH! Oh right he was training! 42005 lassoed the foot bot who threw kunai at him and threw him at the wall effectively making him short circuit with his neck being twisted at an awkward angle. He proceeded to the next foot bit and threw his fiery friend into the foot not making an effective burning hole. As he continued on with his training his father watched him through the screen at his work station satisfied and proud of his son with what he was seeing. A few hours later 42005 had created and effective pile of destroyed bots and was panting heavily. Baron called for his son over the intercom that connected to the speaker within the stimulation room. Once 42005 came he stood in front of his father waiting for instructions as his patrol would begin soon.

“42005, you have done remarkably well since I have raised you and have succeeded my expectations, you will be sure to wipe out the human race and bring hope for us Yokai and mutants alike to rule the surface, and I am... p-“. Baron coughed on trying to swallow his ego and pride. “ what was that pop?! We’re you going to say-YES LETME FINISH, I just need a second”. 42005 looked smudged and excited staring at Baron who somehow managed to swallow his ego and proceeded with his original saying. “ Yes 42005 I am p-proud of you and I know for certain I can call you my s-son. For your birthday I gift you this and give you your name... Michelangelo” baron heaved a sigh of relief as Mickey squealed and jumped all over. His father had promised him when he was 8 that when he exceeded his expectations of him he would finally give him a name and 42005 or we’ll Mickey hadn’t let him forget since. It was a true sign of parental love and trust. Baron had struggled to do this for so long because he didn’t want to get attached to an experiment that could still fail and he might need to replace even if he started from scratch again. In truth he chose the name Mickey because he read about a renaissance artist once who was named Michelangelo and was highly successful. As Mickey grew up he promised great strength and ambition as well as intelligence but not in the way you think.

You see Mickey has ADHD which caused him to have trouble paying attention during lessons his father was teaching more focused on what to draw and having multiple thoughts in his head. He also constantly had to be doing something wether it was tapping his feet or humming a tune he heard or other things. This quickly annoyed his father as he didn’t know why Mickey was like this and at first assumed it was because he had a lot of energy since he was a child but it continued to happen as he grew up and then mood swings started to appear a lot more. So Baron decided he should look into it more and see what was wrong and found mickeys symptoms to match most of the adhd symptoms. He asked Mickey later that day why he had trouble paying attention and why he was so impulsive and as his son explained he concluded that he had ADHD. He felt guilty for yelling at his son so many times over something he couldn’t control and never asked why he did what he did. He looked up herbal teas and created many medications similar to those used for humans but instead for a growing teenage mutant turtle boy. Of course this didn’t cure his adhd and he’ll always have it but over the years they’ve learned to manage it and what medicines did and didn’t work. But because Mickey had adhd he had to find other ways to do things other solutions. This caused him to memorize skills and cooking and other acedmic stuff in several ways for example most things were labeled around their home and Mikey used lists in order to keep track of things. Once he got a phone he also put reminders on there and his father would also him remind him of his tasks. Growing up Mikey also had special interests such as games, technology, reading but mostly comic books, cooking, and creating art. His father encouraged his behavior as it helped for him to gain confidence and he was able to use it to his advantage in training and fighting. But when Mikey was with the foot clan he was mocked for his habits and drawings. They would tear up his drawings in front of him and beat him when he couldn’t pay attention or he was stimming. This caused him to have low self esteem and ptsd. His father was a busy man selling his creations and do in g business deals among the yokai city so often times he neglected Mikey. Mikey was angry at him for this and this caused a rift between him and his dad he was afraid and scared and needed his dad but didn’t want his dad to find out about the abuse. This left him confused angry and frustrated as well as draxum as he was emotionally stunted. Wanting to know why his son was acting this way he visited the foot clan without telling them and saw Mikey being cut and beaten in a fight as they yelled horrible words at him. This sent him in a rage destroying everything in his path and getting his son out of there. Once in the safety of their home Mikey spilled about everything like an overflowing sink as he kept crying as well. Baron unsure of what to do simply held his son tighter and listened. Once this happened his father became more protective of him but also trained him more to fight back against harmful people and they continued to repair their relationship.

“-ickey, Mickey, MICKEY!” Yelled his father. He rose to attention still full of energy but stood straight waiting for instructions . His father looked at him with his classic I- love-you-so-much-but-your-gonna-be-the-death-of-me look . “It is time to start your patrol, your task today is to find the needed chemicals I sent to your phone to create more mutagen for my oozesquitoes, stay safe out there my son” Draxum patted mikeys head with slight fondness and Mikey beamed at him. He then hurriedly made his way out of his home and towards yokai city. He snuck into a nearby alleyway and drew the symbol for the portal going through quickly to the surface world. He checked his black utility belt for all his weapons. “ I have my kunai, my shuriken, my tento, my kusari fundo, my protein bars -ughhhhhh, my sketchbook, pencil, yup! I think I have everything!” Mikey exclaimed. He skated rooftop from rooftop heading towards the old abandoned factory filled with chemicals his dad usually made him get for his experiments. He was wearing a black hoodie and mask that showed a wide grin of sharp teeth and his skateboard full with stickers that consisted of smiley faces, graffiti words, neon signs, gaming brands, etc. Patrols weren’t necessarily patrols more of errand runs for the human world unless it was an assassination for a human who wronged a fellow yokai. As much as his dad hated humans he worked with the ones from the foot clan for yet untold reasons and had Mikey assassinate humans who were especially evil. The foot clan had also messed that up for him taking away his in once when they started executing innocent people who wronged them and made him watch and kill them. He shuddered at the reminder and of things that still haunt his nightmares and shook his head to be clear of the horrific thoughts. As he jumped from the next rooftop he hears chatter that gets louder and ducks down on a balcony to spy on whoever’s coming his way. There he sees WHAT!?!? 3 OTHER MUTANT TURTLES dad said I was the only one, the only mutant turtle who was trained to be an assassin. Are they even assassins?!? What’s going on? Mikey thought.

Mikey can get angry and sadistic . Can be downright cruel and unforgiving. Can kill someone quick and merciless. He’s a soldier, an assassin, a demon if you will. His names is feared within the Yokai community despite not being a yokai. But that’s to be expected of Baron Draxums son. He’s proud of it and it certainly helps that his dad praises him for it. He’s a turtle or we’ll a mutant turtle ,created to be the perfect experiment. The only mutant turtle in the world. So why the hell does he see 3 other mutant turtles on a rooftop during his patrol?! Unless... No! They couldn’t be! Dad said they had died in the fire! They are dead...right? Or maybe someone stole dads work and mutated 3 other turtles for their own benefit? Or something??? Ughhhhhhh!

Mikey then peered up from the balcony to spy again as he saw the 3 mutant turtles talking amongst themselves and a ...human!!! Aren’t all Yokai supposed to hate humans?! This night just keeps getting confusing! Mikey then decided to look up again and as he shifted around he forget about the skateboard next to him

CRACK!!

The skateboard had fallen of the balcony and broke in two over a dumpster. Mikey froze as his breath was taken away. Slowly he looked up, only to find the turtles gone?

“ Huh? Where’d they go” Mikey climbed onto the rooftop confused and a bit hesitant And then heard some shuffling behind him. He quickly grabbed a Kunai and held it up to one of the turtles neck

“Uhhhh hi? Nice dagger you got there” Mikey stared fiercely at the turtle ready to kill if necessary.

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leechonspeeddial · 3 years

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Midnight Shift: The Serpent at Burger King - A Seduction of Kevins Summary: The Devil comes disguised as everything you want, Alice Cullen comes with fondue fountains and Bugattis. wc: 1.7k Read on ao3

There was one simple lesson I learned from a young age and quickly internalized while living as a Cullen.

Never play chess with a psychic.

You think a mind reader is a problem? No, you just have to add on geographical distance and then you're back on an equal playing field; as long as you keep apart, you can use your best strategies and winning is still possible. A psychic though, there is no distance you can go to be hidden from their sight. Once they get their teeth in you, your odds at winning are – for a lack of a better word – shit. So, as I held Alice's gaze at our local Burger King, I reminded myself this one very important rule.

Never play chess with a psychic.

Too late.

If you did find yourself playing chess with a psychic, the best course of action would be to become irrational and flip the board. You might not win, but neither would they and you'd save yourself the effort. I took a deep breath and assessed the situation. There were currently five humans with ten pairs of working human eyes at the restaurant; flipping the board would be disastrous, either people would die or they'd bear witness to vampiric activity. So that's out of the question, next strat.

Though Alice had gotten used to reading around the blind spots caused by me, she hadn't totally mastered it yet. My best choice was to act without thinking and take over the conversation as much as possible. That, well, that I could manage no problem.

"Well, well, well. What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Assistant Manager?" I addressed Gay Kevin, hoping to also neutralize Jasper. Mr. Emotional Roofie was another obstacle here, trying to goad my coworkers so that they emotionally overwhelm him was my best shot. "Showing up two hours late to your shift with no warning?"

Gay Kevin looked exhausted.

"Please, not in front of the customers," he sounded embarrassed. Not Kevin snorted and took the interruption as an opportunity to make Milkshake boy his drink and get away from Alice. Meanwhile, Straight Kevin hopped over the counter and directly headed towards the old fries – if we didn't do our duty to eat them, they would be thrown out.

I also took notice of the guy that came in with the Kevins; he was shorter than Gay Kevin but slightly taller than Straight Kevin, he had thick black hair, but more importantly, he carried a video camera with him. He observed us, brown eyes full of amusement, and I sincerely hoped he was a vlogger.

"They aren't customers," I chirped with a predatory smile.

"I am a one though," Milkshake boy frowned. I waved him off.

"You're Not Kevin adjacent. You don't count," Gay Kevin looked increasingly irritated despite Jasper's attempt at giving chill vibes. He crossed his arms.

"So, what's this? You decide to throw a party while I was gone?"

I was about to retort when Alice interrupted me. I glared.

"There IS a party involved, but not here and not right now. Alice Cullen, nice to meet you, I'm –"

"Resentment's sister," Alice scrunched up her nose but nodded.

"Yup! And I came here to personally invite you, other Kevin, and Not Kevin to Nessie's party"

"You said you were born on 9/11," Straight Kevin's said accusingly with a mouth full of fries.

"It's not a birthday party," Alice tried to clarify, only to be drowned out by Not Kevin.

"You were born on 9/11?" I turned to address him and realized he was making Milkshake boy a chocolate shake, ruining all the hard work I put into my performance. Today was definitely not my day.

"I mean, yeah, but not like 9/11 9/11. I'm only 16," Not Kevin nodded but then his eyes widened as a realization seemed to hit him.

"Oh fuck. I forgot that was 20 years ago…"

"I wasn't even born 20 years ago," Straight Kevin added and it seemed to act as a punch to Not Kevin's gut.

"God, you guys are babies. I remember my parents picking me up from kindergarten early and being glued to the news for the rest of the day," Gay Kevin's statement also appeared to have a negative effect on Not Kevin, making him look even more miserable. Camera man looked like there was no place he rather be. Alice, well, she looked endlessly irritated.

"I feel so old" Not Kevin whispered, shell-shocked.

"You are old. What are you, like 50?" Not Kevin glared at me.

"What's 9/11?"

I blinked. Everyone went quiet and stared at Milkshake boy, who looked very confused. No one spoke for a full beat.

"Jack's 19 and, uh, Canadian," Not Kevin shrugged helplessly and said as if that explained everything. He handed the kid his milkshake.

"Hey, I thought there weren't any Oreos –"

"ANYWAY," Alice said loudly and we all looked at her, "it's not a birthday party. It's more like a celebration of Nessie's first job. Our family would love to have all of you for dinner"

"She means that we'd love to have you at the event. Not that we want to eat you for dinner," Jasper added unnecessarily and made me want to face palm. So, I did.

"I wasn't worried about possible cannibalism when she said it, but now I am," Straight Kevin took a wary step away from Jasper. Alice rolled her eyes.

"There will be plenty of free food and you can take as many leftovers as you want with you," Straight Kevin seemed to seriously consider this.

"I'm in," Alice handed him a pink envelope and smiled. Fuck.

Improvise.

"Speaking of customers. We have one right now," I pointed at Camera man, "so we can't deal with you right now," I tried to push Alice out the store but she held her ground.

"I'm also not a customer," he shrugged, "I came for the rats"

Shit.

"Tài…don't do this" Gay Kevin pleaded.

"My hands are tied. I promised my audience," so he was some sort of vlogger. This was admittedly the only good thing that has happened today.

"See, he's not a customer. I can stay," I groaned at Alice's smug tone.

"Technically, you're both loitering. So, neither of you should stay"

"I agree with the Assistant Manager"

Alice and I stared down at each other while Camera man and Gay Kevin had a silent conversation with their eyes. For the next while, the only sounds that could be heard in the restaurant were Straight Kevin loudly chewing, Milkshake boy slurping, and Olivia Rodrigo's drivers license playing on the speakers.

Suddenly, Not Kevin snapped his fingers, drawing our attention to him.

"You know, it occurs to me that since both Kevins are finally here, I can take my break. Come on Jack, I'm taking you home," he quickly made his way around the counter and grabbed Milkshake boy. "I'll make sure to call if I'm somehow two hours late," I smirked at Alice as her eyes narrowed. I greatly encouraged any action that made her look like that.

Milkshake boy tilted his head and didn't let himself be dragged out of the joint. I had half a mind to help Not Kevin.

"But dad said to –"

"Your dad will be ok with this as long as you don't set the house on fire. Again" Milkshake boy frowned.

"It happened once. I said I was sorry"

"Yeah, yeah. Come on bud, time's ticking"

Finally, that seemed to get Milkshake boy moving and heading to the door.

"Don't forget your invite!" Alice called out.

"We're good," Not Kevin responded with a hand on the door and the other pulling the teen along.

"Did I mention there will be a fondue fountain?"

Not Kevin hesitated by the door and I could only feel horror as my stomach dropped. Not Kevin was weak for cheese and cheese related by-products.

"Chocolate or cheese?"

"Both," I held my breath. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fucking fair.

"Shame, I'm on a diet"

"You aren't –"

And they were both gone before Milkshake boy could finish calling out Not Kevin's blatant lie. I fist bumped the air and stuck my tongue out at Alice, fully intending to gloat over this minor victory.

That is, until I saw Alice smiling.

Fucking psychics.

"What's got you so smug," I snarked, hoping to get a hint of whatever vision she just had. She smirked and I could tell she could see right through me. So much for not playing chess with psychic.

"I had a sudden revelation that everything will be alright," her eyes twinkled with mischief and, not for the first time, I was very jealous of Edward. Why the fuck did he get the mind reading powers? Tactile thought projection was so stupid and useless the majority of the time.

"You're so fucking annoying"

"I prefer the term persistent," I'd prefer if she was set on fire. "Which reminds me, hey boys"

Camera man and Gay Kevin stopped doing whatever the hell they were doing and paid attention to Alice, who was holding up one her dumb little pink envelopes.

"What do you say, a chance to eat fancy rich people food and see some fancy rich people cars," Camera man turned to Gay Kevin.

"Babe"

"Is this like, appropriate. Professionally speaking," Gay Kevin scrunched up his nose trying to figure out the etiquette of this weird ass situation.

"I'm more than happy to take you guys on a spin in my brand-new Bugatti"

"Babe"

"Why does this feel like bribery?" Gay Kevin narrowed his eyes at Alice, he seemed incredibly suspicious.

"Because it is," I growled and attempted to set Alice on fire with my stare.

"And I fully admit it. I just want to throw a good party, and guest are a very important part," she stretched out her hand towards Camera man, "think about it, that's all I ask"

Camera man and Gay Kevin shared a look, and Camera man grabbed the envelope. Ugh.

"Wonderful! Remember to R.S.V.P., we'll leave you to it," she waved and grabbed Confederate hubby.

They walked away and I could hear Alice speak, her voice far too low for human ears, but just the right volume for me.

"There's been a change of plans, we're meeting up Esme"

I scowled. I knew it was bait, I knew Alice wanted me to hear her, and it was driving me insane. Why would they need to see Esme? Why would Alice want me to know this?

I fucking hated my life.

#midnight shift #twilight fanfiction #resentment cullen #twilight #alice cullen

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roarkefm · 3 years

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u kno wat.. i truly have the social capacity of johnny fuckin 2 by 4 right now so i’m jus gonna apologize for being late as pER USUAL and will leave u with the human embodiment of a smashed macaroni necklace 😭 roarke ‘ why swallowing is always an option ’ kincaid !

( twenty-three , cismale , he & him ) ✉ ― hey babes, have you met ROARKE KINCAID ? they’re working here as A LIFEGUARD AT THE VIP POOL. you might hear them singing can you afford to be an individual? by nothing but thieves playing from their speakers, it’s their favourite song. yes, they hear that they look like DANNY GRIFFIN a lot, actually - it’s really uncanny. their friends back home in SYDNEY , AUSTRALIA say that if they were on a tv show, their trope would be THE WANDERLUST , how funny is that ?

𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 : atlas roarke kincaid, goes by roarke and occasionally inmate #003458 when his probation officer is feeling spicy 🌶

𝖆𝖌𝖊 : twenty - three

𝖉𝖔𝖇 : july 31st , 1997

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 / 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 : he / him

𝖘𝖊𝖝𝖚𝖆𝖑 & 𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 : yes to all n to all a good night 🎅

𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙: 6‘4″ or however tall those big b*tches from 5sos are

𝖆𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈 : some real upstanding citizen energy

𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 : winner of the ‘ least likely to make it past 18 ′ superlative , professional arm candy to whomever wants to pay his bills , has been known to play baywatch at the vip pool , has been known to #freethenip and bust out a guitar with his mates after a few too many mimosas ( some would dare call it a ~band~ )

𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖓 : born in the 7th circle of hell ; raised in primarily in sydney , australia

ii.

has some real “ kinda kid to be conceived in a walmart bathroom on a tuesday night ” energy, think jj from obx but a little more flighty and with a pinch of naur

TW DEATH, TW OVERDOSE: born to irresponsible parents who cared more about their next fix than their child, roarke’s mother overdosed when he was five and he’s been in and out of foster care ever since ( that is, when they could catch his scrawny ass )

TW DRUG DEALING: bouncing around couches, futons, homes and dealing with the occasional run in with his drugged out, deadbeat father did a number on him in a “ i’m never contribute to society ” kinda way, but roarke DID grow up loving their lil fishing trips where he was trying to catch a sunfish while his dad was trying to count the bills from the brick he just sold

breaking any and all rules with his little rat pack of delinquents who tore up their hometown on their lil skateboards became his favorite activity and he built himself quite a record of petty theft, vandalism, and trespassing

when he was freshly graduated and working at his fifth job in two months ( waiting tables at some local seafood place ) someone approached him with an offer– she was a lonesome woman with an alluring smile and an offer of companionship : whatever he wanted whenever he wanted as long as he accompanied her around europe

add verified sugar baby to the empty resume !! naturally he ate that shit up and it was a hell of a time while it lasted. he was a lil wine drunk and #heartbroken when it was over, and then when it was over for a second time... and another time after that .......... u catch my drift . and this is how he ended up here SDFNKSNKF

when he’s not vying for delinquent of the year , he enjoys tossing together a tune or six to live out his pipedream of his lil music career actually going somewhere , but he’ll never admit he’s serious about it

when he is vying for delinquent of the year, he’s most definitely not above acting like the amazon prime of his father’s business, so if u need anyone to help u fail ur drug test.... ur saving grace is ever-present 👼

iii.

he’s quick witted with a splash of dumbass and considering he’s barely literate as it is , sarcasm is close to his first language

this apple fell approximately 1 cm from the tree and unfortunately roarke inherited his father’s fiery temper 😌 but he does make an effort to keep it under wraps until it can be used to line his pockets

he’s kinda rockin this devil may care / trial by fire attitude so he’s quite … hm … impulsive in that he’ll rage on a sunday night and show up to his monday 8 am vip pool aquatics class with 3 pairs of sunglasses on , seconds from death if someone so much as looks at him

he’s extremely promiscuous and definitely has some addictive behaviors nskfsnkd but he kinda in this apathetic limbo that is 100% more trouble than it’s worth

once lost a ‘most likely to provide emotional support’ vote to a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of someone’s shoe, but he will offer a prescription of puff puff pass to the right person cuz he’s not truly heartless 🥰 but close NKSFKN

really just a grade a crackhead who’s livin on a prayer 🙏😤

#big RAT energy #villasintro

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years

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The Devil Wears Denim

Part of @emceesynonymroll ‘s Wacky Drabble’s #35/36???

Part 2 of 3 from the Little Sh!t series

Summary: Drake and Alyssa are stuck with Nikolas for the night.

Wacky Drabble Prompt: Aren’t you going to read the instructions

Using Friends Prompts from @loveellamae In fact, I’m undercover right now. I’m a whore and What’s the worst that could happen? I could die.

A/N: Thanks @burnsoslow for letting my little menace torture your couple and pre-reading. I’m fairly certain that one part was written more for your enjoyment (it wasn’t supposed to be that long Burns... lol).

Look Enna! I wrote two drabbles in less than a month :) And we have a worldwide pandemic to thank for that.

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“Hell no! That little shit is not staying in our house.” Drake spat at the small boy who had his father’s boyish looks and his mother’s witty charm.

“Drake. He’s just a little boy,” Alyssa defended. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could die.”

Alyssa chuckled and wrapped her thin arms around Drake’s waist. She was somewhat amused by what was perceived to be her boyfriend being overly dramatic. “You are not going to die. I’ve been with him most of the afternoon and he’s been a perfect, well-behaved child. And besides, it’s already getting late and Riley could really use a break to deal with her … post-mortem detention.”

“Baby, I love your kind heart. I really do,” he said while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “But, Liam and Riley have a nanny who can help out with the kids. He doesn’t need to stay here.”

Alyssa shook her head. “No. Nik said she got fired.”

Drake furrowed his brows at his young god-son. “Your parent’s fired, Hilda?” he interrogated.

“Nope. I had to let her go, Uncle Drake.” Nik replied while opening a can of soda he helped himself to from the Walker fridge. “She wasn’t following my rules.”

“What damn rules?” Drake scowled.

Nik took a sip of his soda and made a sour face before he dumped it whole into the trash can. “You know … don’t be a snitch. She ratted me out to my dad about running over the Countess of Genitalia. And you know what they say about snitches, Uncle Drake … they get stitches.”

Drake gave Alyssa a knowing look who doesn’t even seem to notice due to her own shock.

“Oh my god, Nikolas! What’d you do to her?”

The young boy flashed her a cocky wink and a smirk. “Nothing a long wig and pair of sunglasses can’t cover-up, my love.”

Alyssa snapped an astonished glance at her boyfriend who simply shrugged. “Told ya.”

She followed behind Nikolas who pulled out a chair at the table and started coloring.

She crouched down next to him and took a deep breath. “Okaaay. Look, Nik. I had a lotta fun hanging out with you today, I really did, but it’s probably best if you go back to your home for the night.”

Nikolas stopped coloring to look at her; his face crestfallen, and sighed. “I understand, Miss Alyssa. Just know that I will never forget you. Your smile … your laugh … your lovely lady lumps. That kick-ass grilled cheese you made me. And how you taught me to make useless shit with yarn and pipe cweaners … you make me want to be a better boy … a better prince for Condomonia.

Drake rolled his eyes and pulled his cell phone from his back pocket. “Give me a fucking break. I’m calling Liam right now and having him send someone to pick up your ass.”

Alyssa stood and leaned into Drake. “You probably should watch your language around him.”

“Seriously, Alyssa? The boy just said shit and that’s one of his milder ones,” he scoffed while placing the phone to his ear. “He once made the entire Royal Guard cry after bitching them out.”

Alyssa winced and scratched her head as Drake walked away to make his call. She was somewhat confused, having met Nikolas’ parents during a few social gatherings. Liam was always very courteous and respectful; every bit the compassionate leader she had heard of him. Riley appeared to be a loving mother who doted on her children and husband.

As she watched this child, with his little tongue sticking out while he worked studiously on a drawing of an anaconda that appeared to be squeezing the life out of the man she loved, Alyssa pondered whether he was just misunderstood. She was pulled from her thoughts when Drake moved up beside her with a fake laugh.

“Well...Apparently the entire palace is on a damn lock-down after they found the German Prime Minister hogtied in a linen closet. The German security forces won’t allow anyone in, or out until they catch the supposed midget in tactical gear that apparently waterboarded her. So, of course, Liam is busy dealing with that shit and Riley’s phone went straight to voicemail. Got anything you wanna confess kid”

Nikolas continued to color, completely unfazed. “I told her she could come out when she agreed to my dad’s trade steal. She smelled like an old lady anyway .. she wouldn’t have been missed.”

Drake ran a hand down his face, trying to keep his cool.

Alyssa pulled him to the opposite end of the kitchen and lowered her voice.

“Look, baby. Listen .... we’re not going to panic, okay? I will keep him busy and out of your hair. He seems to respond well to me and we’ll just make the best of it, alright?

“Lyssa … we had plans for tonight, remember? I really wanted to spank that sexy ass in those new restraints.” He flashed a devilish grin with a pinch to her backside

She bit her lip, returning a sultry gaze. “Oh that shit’s still happening, Drake Walker.”

“Promise?”

She stood on her tiptoes to place a peck on his lips. “Promise. As soon as he falls asleep.”

Feeling a gnawing burn in the pit of his stomach, Drake ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at the little prince. “You really think you can handle him where we both don’t wind up in a shallow grave in the backyard?”

Alyssa stood up straighter with a confident smile. “I believe so, yes.”

Drake sulked as he sauntered back across the kitchen and Alyssa began pulling pots from the cabinet.

He towered over the boy. “Okay, kid. You can stay.”

“Really?” Nikolas beamed.

Drake gave him a stern look while he lightly gripped the back of Nik’s neck. “Yeah. But, you try any funny shit, Nikolas and I swear to god I’ll bust your ass.”

Nikolas tried to stifle a laugh that he hoped his uncle noticed … and Drake did. “God, you’re such a little asshole. I’m gonna go feed the horses,” he dismissed.

“Alright Nik, how about you help me with dinner … spaghetti and meatballs!” Alyssa called cheerfully for him as she filled a pot with water.

“Anything for you, my queen!”

Alyssa was right in her assumption that Nik would not cause any problems for her. She didn’t say anything to him as the meatballs he formed were in the shape of penises; it was obvious he was fishing for attention. Drake, on the other hand, was quick to refuse to eat the “little dicks staring at him” for dinner, especially ones that had Nikolas grubby paws on them.

And after playing an hour of Grand Theft Auto, in which he tried to teach her how to get the hooker to slash the throat of a pimp, he took a bath, brushed his teeth, and settled into the guest room.

“Good night, Miss Alyssa,” he croaked in his sleepy voice. He tucked the stuffed dragon his father gave him into his chest and closed his eyes.

She smiled as she flipped the light switch by the door. “Good night, Nikolas.”

Drake was still alive and in one piece, and Nikolas, surprisingly, hadn’t disturbed him the entire evening. Now it was time to retire the babysitter cap for the night and try out the new toy that she and Drake had been waiting for hours to use.

“He.Is.Out.” Alyssa proclaimed as she entered the master bedroom; her arms animating each word she spoke.

Drake, who was standing on the top rung of a ladder wearing nothing but denim boxershorts, clipped a chain through a metal hook in the ceiling. “It’s about damn time!”

Alyssa gawked curiously at the contraption as the rest of the chain fell. She tugged on the bottom where two leather wrist cuffs were attached an arm’s length above her short frame. The last thing she wanted was a heavy strand of steel crashing down while Drake made a bad girl out of her.

When she felt confident the chain was secure, she performed a sexy striptease while her lover’s hands roamed over each newly exposed section of skin. Drake unsnapped the metal buckles on the leather cuffs and fastened her wrist into each one.

“Wait! Aren’t you going to read the instructions?” Alyssa’s eyes flashed to Drake as if the idea suddenly popped into her head.

“Baby, I think I know what to do with these. Your hands go in here … and my hands …” He slid his fingers between her moistened folds. “go down there.” Alyssa shuddered at his husky voice and the feeling of anticipation that pooled inside of her.

Drake raised his brows. “You remember the safe word?”

“Hmm-mm. Bertrand,” she replied with a quick nod.

A smile dangled on the corner of his lips. “Very good.”

Drake slapped the leather flog across his hand and prowled like a wolf, ready to pounce its prey, around his girlfriend. Her arms outstretched tightly above her head.

“Somebody’s been a verrry bad, girl.” Alyssa teased. Her blue eyes shifting between the leather and his denim bulge.

“Oh yeah?” He licked his lips while continuing his sensual stroll.

“Yeah. In fact, I’m undercover right now. I’m a whore … a very naughty whore.”

Drake halted his movements and raised the flog. “I suppose I’ll have to punish you then … my very naughty undercover whore.”

“Ohh no, Officer Walker! Please don’t hurt me! Me so horny, me love you long time!”

Meanwhile…

One, beady blue eye popped open from a disturbance occurring on the floor directly above him. It was a sound he wasn’t that familiar with. For the last year, he had memorized the sound of pain, yet this particular scream was unlike anything he had heard before from any of his usual victims.

“Drake! Fuck that hurts!”

The second eye popped open. He heard her yell out again and again. The sound of torture and agony reverberated through the ceiling and fell upon his perked up ears.

Was his Uncle Drake murdering Alyssa?

“Oh my god, Drake! You’re killing me!”

It seemed so.

But, would he actually murder his own girlfriend?

“Devereaux, I’m gonna shove this thing in you so hard.”

Likely.

Nikolas tossed off the covers and crept out of his bed. He slithered across the room, flipped on the lights, and retrieved his backpack that lay on top an old dresser.

It was time to put a plan into action, save his woman and make sure Drake Walker regretted the day he’d ever been born.

#wacky drabbles

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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BTS Inspiration of Winner’s Curse

I know not many people read my descendants fic, but hey it’s my Bday tomorrow and I feel like revealing some of the inspiration for it. This world building was actually what inspired me to start writing it down. Originally it was going to be from the POV of a Vk, and explore all the dynamics of the “new” Isle under the Coven of 13, and get into the motivations of each but as you can see that did not happen. I was intrigued by the idea of exploring a “sidekick” trying to be the hero and all that. Other notes are

Circe was originally going to be the mother of Malik, after having a fling with Mozonroth when she got sent to the Isle. Decided it was too much drama and discarded that.

There was going to be more focus on the power struggles between the mercenaries, the Coven and the authority figures. Was going to reveal Uma and Freddie to be siblings. Ended up sidelining Freddie.

Gaston’s daughter, Cosette, was going to have a role, becoming closer with Gil.

Atlantis characters were going to be part of the main group. As well as Black Cauldron characters. Also discarded.

Was going to redeem Drizella because I heard the original plans for Cinderella III was going to be Drizella redemption but they changed so they could give more development to Anastasia. So I decided I was going to do it. Dizzy would have been given more of a role.

Hans was going to be revealed as the cruelest villain. (Yeah I was going to make him a twist villain again. Be glad I did not).

Nasira and Mozonroth were going to be lovers before I decided on mother and son.

Diego and Ivy De’Vil would have had more a role.

Hercules characters would have had more a role. Including the Muses.

Ben would have had more a role somehow.

And that‘s about it.

But some things I am proud of in Winner’s Curse. Passing the Bedchel test.

A POC majority cast (This was completely unintentional but now I see it and counting it out, there’s four Agrabians, two WOC, and three European. Though I’ll admit I have not given Harry, Calix and Gil as much spotlight as I should. So my bad. But does Greek count as a white Euro? Idk, point is, unintentional diversity. Woo)

There‘s only two romances. Both are interracial. Also unintentional. Uma and Harry are totally together. And Aziz and Lala’s burgeoning crushes that will not end in a kiss after the final battle because it’s not important. Oh well. Attempts to explore PTSD, abuse, sexual assault and poverty.

The emphasis on family and friendship between characters.

Exploring the negative side of Auradon including it’s classist system, the Magic Ban, and the Euro-countries getting more resources and riches compared to the likes of Kuzcotopia and Atlantis and Atlantica,

Psychological studies(ish) and more character exploration.

Jay faces his dad!

Hook siblings!

Getting to mention tie ins to the Aladdin animated series, Legend of Tarzan animated series, Hercules animated series, Ariel‘s Beginning and soon Disney fairies books. And adding those characters.

That I finished 20 chapters! This is my longest fic ever! And just ten more chapters to go! I’ll get there.

Coven of 13: Villains dedicated to using their old magic to take over Auradon and be restored to their glory days once more. However they all have conflicting wishes with what the final plan should be.

Maleficent: Since being “overthrown” as queen of the Isle. Maleficent had to settle herself with working with others until she can be mistress of all evil again. Is in a constant battle for dominance with Queen Nerissa, Ursula, Mozenrath and Jafar.

(Evil) Queen Grimhilde: Though she may be pre-occupied by her looks and seem to be passive, Grimhilde is secretly gunning for complete control of the Isle and Auradon when they invade. She feels there should be a new queen that doesn’t get into such petty tantrums as Maleficent. Queen Nerissa: Queen Nerissa is the unofficial leader of the coven since it was her idea but it is impossible to convince the others of that. She wishes to get her ultimate revenge on Giselle, Edgar and the rest of Auradon by becoming the tyrant.

Ursula: Ursula is smartly setting her sights on just ruling Atlantica. Unless she gets bored. Then she might expande her pool of options. She mainly just wants to stick it to King Triton and when it comes to execution time. She isn’t going to make the mistake of keeping his soul, she wants to destroy it. Mother of Uma.

Circe: Very bitter about ending up on the Isle even after Helen of Troy vouched for her to stay in Auradon. So to say that she wants to crush Adam to the bone is understatement. She wants him to grovel. And if she can find that one good man while she’s at it, that would be a plus. Mother of Calix.

Mother Gothel: Though she has an intense rivalry with Grimhilde since day one about hoarding the scarce beauty products available on the Isle, she is her closest supporter now when it comes to finding magic for revenge and curing wrinkly skin. She is the mother of Ginny who she doesn’t dote on nearly as much as she did with Rapunzel.

Yzma: She wants Kuzcotopia and she will do anything and everything to get it even if it means teaming up with a bunch of “old hags” (yes pot calling kettle). Still remains overdramatic and delusional. Has a semi-dependent abusive relationship with her children Zevon and Yzla.

Morgaine Le Fey: Morgaine Le Fey, like Grimhilde, is quiet when it comes to group work but she is always observing for everyone else’s weaknesses and flaws that she will undoubtedly exploit when she becomes Queen of Camelot. Mother of Morrían.

Nasira: Sister to Jafar and mother of Jade and Mozonroth. She isn't nearly as enthusiastic about ruling Agrabah as her brother and Mozonroth are but she is just in it to get revenge on the stinking alley rat, Aladdin.

Queen La: Without her staff, her kingdom or leopard-man army, La has resorted to her Atlantean priestess magic again in hopes of getting off the Isle and reclaiming her staff. Still delusional, still lustful and hates having to depend on the rest of these people. Mother of Ranavalalona.

Jafar: Wishes to rule Agrabah and execute the royal family that “mistreated’ and “disrespected” him so much. Is in a constant battle with Mozonroth on the fact that he is the best sorcerer and will be ruler of Agrabah when they take over. Mozonroth: Finds Jafar to be a blowhard and believes that since he already took over the Black Sands and overthrew his former mentor that he should be doing far better plots. But with the Isle’s Magic Ban, he has to go with what he has. Besides that he would like to give his half-brother, Aladdin, a taste of “brotherly love” when he puts him in a headlock to crack his skull. Father to Malik and Imran Abbas.

Dr. Facilier: Like Ursula, Dr. Facilier smartly works on the fringes, setting his sights small on the Bayou before ruling the rest of Auradon. Father of Freddie and Celia.

All-Powerful Quartet: Generally speaking, if any villain was going to be taking over Auradon, it would be these 4. But due to their all-powerful status, they’d rather not exert themselves to do such menial tasks when they have other things to do.

Mirage: Evil Incarnate. So she does get to go off-Isle to maintain some balance of good and evil in the universe but generally enjoys the place. There is just so much evil and chaos everywhere and she glories in it. Mother of Illusion and Chimera.

Chernabog: Since being put on the Isle, Chernabog remains asleep on the mountain, waiting for his day to rise again.

Horned King: Without his deathless army, the Horned King remains in his cave, slowly wasting away. Mainly convenes with Hades.

Hades: God of the Underworld. So yeah, he has a full time job to do.

Mercenaries: The muscle behind the Coven, these are people who can’t adjust to domestic life, more 20th century living and miss the thrill of a fight. They deal with the dirtier deeds of murder and treason. The big boss (literal mob boss) is Sykes who rents their services out.

Sykes: Mob boss. Basically owner of the unofficially named, “Mercenary for Hire.” He never gets his own hands dirty but he has plenty of people who will do it for him. He keeps his people in line with his files of blackmail he has stocked up.

Clayton: Desperately misses the thrill of the hunt and more modern conveniences like a well-polish gun with enough ammo to shoot all these thieves to hell. Has a coworkers- with-benefits relationship with Helga. Father of Clay.

Rourke: Since being screwed over by magic, Rourke has kept a very rigid condition that he will only deal with non-magical situations. Still maintains his treasure-seeking ways and often pilfers from Jafar’s shop.

Helga Sinclair: One of the most intimidating humans on the Isle and of the mercenaries in general. She is known for her efficiency in work, stoic demeanor and same condition to her jobs as Rourke, no magic.

Muviro: Finds mercenary life to be very suitable since being exiled from his tribe. He does it less so for the money but for the glory and bloodlust. Father of Renavalalona.

Lady Caine: Self-proclaimed, “Queen of Thieves” and pirate extradonier. She is Captain Hook’s only real competition on the piracy front leaving a lot of punch-punch kiss tension between them. Many suspect that she is CJ’s bio mom since they share the same manipulativeness, “devil may care” attitude and self-centeredness. However she has no time for any child-rearing, and leaves James to do whatever neglectful work.

Gaston: Another mercenary that does it for the glory rather than the money. He needs something to do since his hunting days are over. Unfortunately he has not won a lot of admirers on the Isle for his chauvinistic attitude (Bad move considering that many of the women have actual powers). Father of Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gil, Gaston (IV) the Great and Cosette.

Shan Yu: Finds himself very low being part of a mercenary gang instead of invading foreign countries. But it does provide some thrill that he can work on his own and make his homicides as bloody as he wants them to be.

Sa’Luk: Former “King of the Thieves,” Sa’Luk uses his mercenary work to get rid of his excess energy and anger towards his enemies. He joins Rourke in pilfering from Jafar’s shops and has a penchant for shiny gold trinkets.

Lt. Col. Jean Staquait: Former French officer and best to hire when you need someone to torture prisoners.

Authority Figures: Villains who are used to have some amount of power in more domestic/civilian pursuits. Pretty much like big corporations that constantly drain the other villains of cash, small trinkets, food and whatever other valuables are on the Isle.

Queen Saleen: One of the most malevolent mermaid, well only mermaid on the Isle. She spends most of her time in the Isle’s waters, avoiding the annoying two legged people. She is often in some sort of feud with Ursula.

Lady Tremaine: Guardian to Anthony Tremaine. Lady is getting on with her years and remains more or less infirmed in her house with a dozen grandchildren. She runs her house with an iron fist and is the most vocal on the Isle in support of child labor. She misses her days of richness and convenes with other elder women about how low they have fallen.

Medusa: Just like she did before the Isle, Medusa owns a pawn shop that is on a constant losing streak to Jafar’s so she has opened a small casino next to it too. She rather delusionally considers herself to be an entrepreneur and tries to work with those higher up in the social ladder to get more money herself.

Cruella De’Vil: While she spends most of her time tending to her furs and car and drinking, when she is sober she tries her hand at fashion design as in the olden days. She works closely with Lady Tremaine and Medusa.

Prince Hans: More or less the least-adjusted to the Isle with his loss of kingdom, servants and anyone gullible enough to believe his lies or manipulations. He is in close cahoots with Mozenrath and bought Drizella as his mistress. Father to Lars, his only son and heir since Stalyan refuses to ruin her figure again.

Sheriff of Nottingham: Serves as the Isle’s one man police force and a sucky job at that as he lets his henchmen squad do most of the work while he serves as trial judge and executioner with the Queen of Hearts: She works a bit on the judicial system, mainly the one who suggests the executions. She can also be found bringing most of the cases to court against henchmen who have wronged her or disobeyed her Tea Shop’s rules.

Captain Hook: The sole owner and commander of the coasts of the Isle while Ursula controls its seas. He is still as obsessive as ever about Peter Pan, his hand and crocodiles and can be found frequenting bars and other brawling areas on the Isle where his hook serves as a nasty weapon. Father of Harriet, Harry and CJ.

Gov. Ratcliff: The only one on the Isle that deals with paperwork. Sort of a treasurer of sorts. Not so much in organizing it but guarding it with his life and spends his time staring longingly at the piles wishing it were genuine gold than copper coins. Claude Frollo: Father of Claudine. Maintains his strict preaching and inflaming others against sin and towards prejudice. But he also tends to lose his inhibitions more and is a regular at the brothels of the Isle late at night. No woman has replaced his lust for Esmeralda though. Claudette seems to becoming close to that though.

Stalyan: Hans’ wife and Lady Caine’s part-time lover which drives Prince Hans crazy. She has her eyes on one thing and one thing only, money and bad boys that make her look good. She has no real ambitions of her own and depends on her father, the Baron, to give her what she wants. Mother of Lars.

Regular Citizens: Citizens that hold no sort of power and are pretty much everyone’s punching bags.

Morgana: Morgana would have been put part of the coven, but her sister, Ursula forbade it. Besides everyone knows that Ursula is far more powerful and talented than her sister. Instead Morgana is blackballed from any real position of respect and takes care of Ursula’s restaurant when she is away.

Marina Del Ray: Since losing her job to Sebastian she has become the Madam of the Isle’s seaside brothels, using the money to spiffy up her gaudy wardrobe.

The Bimbettes: Claudette (red dress) used to be Gaston’s gf but left him after he tried to “throw away” their daughter, Cosette, to try for a boy. She has since then been seen with the likes of Prince Hans, Mozenrath and Frollo. Laurette (yellow dress), the mother of Gastons 1-3 is Gaston’s favorite. Paulette (green dress), Gaston’s official wife is more or less his servant/punching bag and mother to Gil.

Drizella Tremaine: Since she couldn’t be married to Prince Hans, she has settled for being his mistress whenever he and Stalyan have a fight. A thankless position since she regularly bends over (literally and metaphorically) to his will and gets discarded like trash every time.

Lefou and Smee: Live together and own a kinda profitable gun and fishing shack. By far the best parents on the Isle due to their goofy more sympathetic natures.

Jasper and Horace: Still devoted henchmen of Cruella, they serve as secretaries, gophers and all manner of assistance to her. Fathers to Jace and Harold.

Ivy De’Vil: Mother of Diego, is the brains behind Cruella’s beauty designs since she isn’t drunk all the time. Can be considered one of the better mothers on the Isle.

Animals: No explanation needed

Scar, Zira, Shere Khan, Sabor, Benzai, Ed and Shenzi, Tublat, Hista

Couples: Captain Hook and Lady Caine (fight-hate sex rivalry. Child- CJ)

Lady Caine and Stalyan (with-benefits)

Stalyan and Prince Hans (Married. Child- Lars)

Prince Hans and Drizella (affair, possibly Dizzy?)

Mozenrath and Hans (Hans swears it was an accident. Or he was too drunk. Or it was magic)

Lady Caine and Hans (Revenge against Stalyan)

Queen Grimhilde and Prince Hans (One night stand)

Ursula and Dr. Facilier (fling, potentially Freddie and Uma)

Frollo and Claudette (with-benefits)

Gaston and Laurette (Affair/borderline married. Children- Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gaston (IV) the Great)

Gaston and Paulette (Married. Child- Gil)

Lefou and Paulette (Lefou deux, drunken night of pity sex because Gaston’s treatment of them)

Smee and Lefou (Couple. Adopted Sammy)

Ivy De’Vil and Frollo (One night stand. Child-Diego)

Mozonroth and Morgaine Le Fey (Fling)

Clayton and Helga Sinclair (co-workers with benefits)

Queen La and Muviro (Married and dumped. Children- Ranavalalona. Musala, Taytu Betuvira, and unnamed, deceased)

Queen La and Clayton (Fling- Leopold, deceased)

Queen La and Gaston (Fling. Children-Amina and Shaka, deceased)

Queen La and Rourke (Fling. Child- Euware, deceased)

Queen La and Mozonroth (Fling. Child-Sarounia, deceased)

Shan Yu and Sa’Luk (Once- There’s no straight men in the trenches)

#disney descendants #disney villains #winner’s curse #bts #inspiration #my fanfic #world building

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mintytrifecta · 4 years

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Black Sun

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21965020

Buzz looked up to the endless night sky. He feels his eyes sting. If he looks close enough and squints his eyes, he can see his home. From the electric and bustling Capital Planet it's hard to see the frontier.

It's been over 20 years since he last saw his home, the last time he saw it he had to say an unfortunate goodbye.

It's been over 20 years since he saw his parent's life fade out of their eyes. The blood spilling out of his dad's mouth, the sick irony of the hospital's building crashing down on his mom. It was a cruel joke.

The day his planet died started out peaceful. He woke up early in the morning and went around looking for small parts to build weapons with. It was his little hobby. He said hello to all of his friends and smiled as he walked down the street.

He was inside of his hideout, a small warehouse when the first explosion was heard. Buzz lifted his head in alarm as the screams started and opened the door, his face twisted into a mixture of alarm and horror as he looked out at his people.

The buildings were all on fire as smoke and ash entered his lungs. Ships and Battalions decorated the sky, flashing purple and yellow. He lifted his hands to his neck in an effort to stop the toxins from entering his gills. He could barely breathe. His eyes stung with tears as he tried to blink away the sand blowing in his face.

Buzz ran towards his house as fast as he could, buildings falling down around him, people screaming and breathing their last. His only thought was to get to his family. Make sure they aren't hurt. Try to get them to safety.

Once it all ended, only Buzz, his grandmother and his brother survived.

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Buzz put Natron in the ship's transport prison and looked at him with a scowl. Natron turned his head up at him and smiled with glee as he spoke slowly.

"No matter what you do. No matter how hard you might try. You'll always have cursed blood. It's only a matter of time before they find out."

Buzz's face turned to shock for just a split second before he regained himself.

"The day they find out is the day I die."

Natron chuckled.

"I'll be waiting."

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Team Lightyear was in a dangerous part of Capital Planet, going after Evil Buzz again.

This couldn't have happened on a worse day.

Black Sun was approaching. Fast. And Buzz was doing everything in his power to not transform.

He couldn't bear being out in the open on a day like this but the commander insisted that they catch him now.

As Buzz was chasing Evilyear down an alley, he bitterly wanted to curse at the commander for making him do this.

After a few minutes of a wild goose chase, Buzz lost Evilyear and found himself standing on top of a building alone.

Then a person lunched at him from behind. Buzz barely had any time to react as his eyes changed to black, his tail emerging from his lower back, his fingers tearing through his ranger suit and turning into blue and black claws. His teeth became jagged and his fangs grew by two sizes.

The scales under his skin rose up and appeared in a pattern speckled over his face and his gills opened up, constricted by his thermal hood.

Buzz couldn't breathe. He was back in the fire. Ash and smoke came from all directions. People were dying around him. Blood splattered across his face his mom crushed his dad impaled no nononononono

A fist to the face made him snap back. He could see Evilyear smirking at him, his black eyes soulless. He wanted vengeance. He wanted to see Buzz suffer.

He ran forward at Buzz. Attacking him from all angles. No plan no thought, Evilyear was unhinged.

Buzz had no way of predicting what he was going to do next. Hell, he was still choking. His gills blocked off by his hood, his nose broken from a previous punch.

So he didn’t fight. He didn’t swing back. He took every hit and every kick that was thrown at him and went down. Just before blacking out, he heard Evilyear speak.

“Tell me Buzz, why do you hide?”

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The team found a slave ring run by Zurg.

Creatures, species and robots all taken from their original lives and led to serve Zurg.

Buzz could feel bile come up in his throat just thinking about it.

Once they busted through the wall they found the captors cowering near the wall, tears sliding down their faces.

Mira and Booster explained the situation while Buzz and XR got the shackles off of their wrists.

Once they cleared out the place and took all of the captors back to 42, Buzz went in for a last look.

The planet they were keeping the slaves was close to the illusionist sector of the squadron.

Illusionist species could shapeshift.

Buzz was closer to his home than he had been in years and he can’t handle it.

‘Come on, Ranger it’s not time to get stuck in the past. What happened happened and there’s nothing you can do about it.’ Buzz thought to himself.

There was a shift in the room.

Buzz whipped his head around the room.

"Hello? Who's there?"

Nobody to be seen.

Unless of course, you're an illusionist.

Buzz shifted his eyes to their original form.

Thermal vision is always a plus to have.

In the corner of the room, a small girl was camouflaged and shivering.

On her arms, he could see scales glistening and shifting.

She was a morphian.

Buzz felt a shiver go down his spine.

He slowly stepped forward to her, kneeling down to her level.

With a slow, clear voice he spoke.

"Can you please come out? I know you're there. I don't want to hurt you, I promise."

He could see her flinch and look at him with tears sliding down her face.

"Please come out from there. I just want to get you to safety."

She slowly looked at his eyes, searching for a lie or malice.

She found nothing.

Buzz extended out his arm for her to hold.

With hesitancy, she crawled towards him and gave him her hand.

It was dirty and bloody, filled with cuts.

Buzz blinked his tears away, shifting his eyes back to their casual look.

She took the hint and shifted into her human form.

He led her back out to the ship.

Buzz never thought there were other survivors, let alone children! The implication that a child was there means she must have parents. There are others out there.

Buzz couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

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Evilyear sat at the back of the room, back to the wall. He held his head down and sat with his knees up. Nonchalant. Apathetic.

Buzz entered the room and stood in front of the wall. Glaring at him, yet his eyes held almost a sympathetic expression in them.

"So goody two shoes came back to interrogate the devil? Well throw it at me! I don't care anymore." Evilyear mumbled.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone. I know it must've been hard to suffer through that with no one else to comfort you."

Evilyear chuckled darkly, refusing to meet Buzz's eyes.

"So he got you too huh? Should've known it wouldn't stop at my own universe…"

Buzz frowned.

"I'm sorry for what happened, but that doesn't excuse what you did."

"Oh what do you know-"

Buzz cut in.

"What do I know? What do I know?! I know that you commited genocide and enslaved millions of different races under your rule! And for what?!"

Evilyear's head shot up and he stared at Buzz with a scowl.

"I lost everything and everyone that ever knew me. Every aspect of my life, of my culture was feared by the rest of the galaxy. The universe hated us for existing. The attack just proved it. The only way for us to stay alive was to attack."

"But now you're just filling the stereotype of what they all think we are.”

Evilyear cackled and rolled his eyes.

“Well, if you can’t beat ‘em you might as well join ‘em.”

Buzz’s eye twitched.

“This is exactly why we went into hiding. Natron gave us such a bad name we couldn't go anywhere without being shot or imprisoned for crimes we didn’t do.”

“And yet which one of us is more successful huh? I took over the galaxy while you’re here slaving your life away trying to achieve an impossible goal.”

Buzz flinched back.

“What exactly do you mean by impossible goal.”

“Well, which one of us took down Zurg?”

Buz stared at Evilyear, speechless and dumbfounded.

“Was it good? Or was it evil?”

Buzz said nothing.

Evilyear slacked back against the wall.

“That’s what I thought.”

They sat in a tense silence, Buzz frozen standing up and Evilyear looked pensively at the wall, his posture and eyes showing tiredness.

“I waited for years to see if anyone would come back. The planet was in ruins and I was the only one alive. I had to live in a corpse-ridden land for years with nobody around except the rats and rotting people.

When I finally escaped on a ship I’ve been working on for years I reached Capital Planet. Everyone was smiling and laughing. Enjoying life with their families. Blissfully unaware of anything that goes on outside of their own system.

I hated it. I hated them. How dare they live a life like this when the people who deserve it so much more than them get nothing. How dare they do nothing to help the poor and lonely. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to smile. I wanted to feel worth something.

All I could do was cry. “

Buzz looked at Evilyear with sympathy. He could see tears in his eyes.

“I tried turning myself around, Y’know. I joined the academy. I tried doing good. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't stay away from the darkness.

"I lived in constant fear that someone will kill me or harm me. It got so bad and I couldn't take it anymore. I knew the only way to stop living in fear was to ride up.

And if that meant I had to be evil then so be it."

Buzz didn't say anything else.

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As he walked down the halls of Star Command, he felt his heart beat faster with every step. He kept findling with his arms inside his hoodie, a comfort item for him. He knew that after this nothing will be the same between him and his team. He only hoped that they wouldn't take it too hard.

Buzz had requested a meeting between his team, commander and him. He didn't want to hide anymore.

Once he reached the door to the mission room, he hesitated and stood still.

Was this a good idea? Did he really want to do this?

The door opened and the commander stepped out. "Lightyear! There ya are come in. What did you want to talk about, son?"

Well no turning back now.

Once inside, he sat down at the chair nearest to the commander's, his usual spot.

His team looked at him in concern and worry.

Buzz almost wanted to laugh, they'd never look at him like this after they finish talking.

Buzz cleared his throat in a bout of nervousness before he began talking.

"Well, I haven't been entirely truthful with all of you… About myself."

Confused looks were all shared across the room. Oh boy was Buzz not excited for this.

"You see, I'm not exactly…. Human. I never was."

A tense silence filled the room with suspense. Buzz shifted into his original form and felt more alien than ever before.

"I'm a Morphian."

There. It was done. He said it. He expected a weight to be lifted off of his shoulders but it was a tense as before.

Until he heard the scraping of a chair moving back and the pulsing of a Star Command laser.

Buzz opened his eyes and saw the commander and his team holding their guns towards him, scowling faces and hesitant, almost shaking hands were present all around.

Buzz widened his eyes in fear and tried to take a step back, but the commander brought him to his knees with his hands behind his back before he could do anything.

And then Nebula spoke. With a colder voice than Buzz had ever heard the commander speak with.

Buzz had to blink back his eyes and tail from trying to attack him.

"How dare you. How dare you lie to us. Do you think this is funny? To invade star command property under the guise of a human? Is it a game to you? We trusted you!"

"W-wait sir please I-"

"Don't talk back to me! Under the name of Star Command, you, Buzz Lightyear are under arrest!"

Buzz elbowed Nebula in the stomach and ran before he could get back up.

He knew when a battle didn't have a chance to be won.

Buzz bolted out of the room as fast as he could, despite his team's shouting. As he ran down the corridors of Star Command he heard the speaker shout,

"All units after Buzz Lightyear"

Well this isn't how he envisioned his Saturday going.

Behind him he heard the shouts of other cadets calling at him, ordering him to stop. He only ran faster.

Taking a turn behind one of the corners Buzz tried to catch his breath, well as much as he could with his gills being blocked.

Once he heard the footsteps fade away, he got back up and started heading for the spaceship port. Hopefully an escape pod will be ready for him to take.

Unfortunately on the run, he ran into a team in front of him, battle-ready and rearing for a fight. They were level 4 cadets by the look of it. Experienced, yet still new.

Buzz could go up and try to take them down, or he could make a turn and head for the port around the back.

The latter sounded like a plan.

Buzz took a step back and ran into someone. Hopefully it wasn't anyone too experi- oh darn it it's Rocket Crockett.

Looks like he'll have to fight his way to the vents.

Buzz took a stance and hoped that his physical strength and abilities as a morphian will be of assistance in this.

The closest vent was about fifteen feet away in front of him so he'll have to fight the rookie cadets and make sure that Rockett's team doesn't try to get him.

Buzz took a deep breath and turned invisible, keeping his footing light and went in to knock out the leader of the rookie's team. He succeeded, of course but got elbowed.

Buzz bit his tongue in an effort to stay quiet. He quickly tried to release some venom in the air in an attempt to knock everyone out. Thank the world's it worked.

Slowly, he slipped into the vents and crawled into the port.

Getting into an escape pod he entered the coordinates to head into Trade a world. Nobody will find him there.

Not on his dead body.

#Buzz Lightyear of Star Command #Blosc #Buzz Lightyear #Alien!Buzz #This is very early concept for the au dsgdghs

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screamingatanemptyroom · 7 years

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Story 100!!

Hey Everyone! This is my 100th short story on Tumblr! Hooray! Thanks to everyone who has read anything I’ve written, you guys are awesome!

This story is a continuation of several short stories. Many of my urban fantasy stories are set in the same world, and the main characters in fact know each other. It’s not necessary, but I recommend reading those short stories linked here to really appreciate what happens in this one.

First is Grace, a girl who works at a coffee shop and goes on a date with the son of the devil when Hell freezes over.

Second is Jennifer, a fairy cop who is working on a series of grisly murders by dark fae.

Third is Virginia, a werewolf doctor who faces a vengeful ghost on a plane.

Finally, a side story for Arcadeus, son of the devil, when he was a kid dealing with shared custody and visiting his father.

This was different from stuff I’ve done before. A lot harder to be honest. I really do like these characters and wanted to give them a chance to continue their story. I hope you guys like it!

Grace

It was a busy time at Witches Brew, the coffee shop where I worked. 3 am was our rush hour, when all the things that went bump in the night (at least the ones not getting drunk across the street) came in for a cup of coffee.

“You look delicious, human…are you on the menu?” The zombie customer was fairly articulate for one of his kind, and only partly rotten, but the breath…ugh. That wonderful combination of graveyard with a heavy dose of ethanol. I waved a hand in front of my face in hopes of improving the smell and shot back.

“I’m not a human, and you couldn’t afford me even if I was on the menu.” I pointed to the sign behind me, which listed the types of coffees and various prices. “You can order coffee, which is fresh brewed and awesome, by the way; or you can leave.”

The zombie’s eyes narrowed and it licked its lips with a swollen purple tongue. “You sure seem human.” He leaned forward to smell me.

I sighed and gave a shrug. I was only willing to put up with so much crap from customers in the name of good service. I held up a small handful of salt and blew it gently into his face. With a shriek of pain he clawed at his yellow eyes and ran out the door, cursing the entire way out.

“Have a nice night!” I called cheerfully after him, before returning to cleaning the counter, making sure to restock my emergency salt stash. I hadn’t been lying when I said I wasn’t human. I was the non-magical daughter of a genie and a human, which came with the perk of being part of an underground culture, with the unfortunate caveat that I was mortal and actually couldn’t perform magic. This left me with the sad necessity of being prepared in other ways to deal with the occasional drunken idiot that waltzed in here thinking I was a free snack.

“Grace, you jerk! Why don’t you ever call?!” The loud voice across the café turned a few heads, but despite the sarcastic tone I couldn’t prevent the grin from spreading across my face.

“That because SOME people are workaholics and live at the hospital 24-7.” I called back at her, getting started on her favorite coffee drink: a mocha-latte with a dash of hot sauce.

One of my best friends in the world, Virginia, was an ER doctor, and one of the most awesome people to walk on this planet. She waltzed up and leaned against the bar, motioning for me to hurry up.

“Come ON, girl, I seriously need the caffeine tonight.”

I took a closer look. Her normally tanned skin was paler than normal, and dark circles ringed her eyes. Even her scrubs seemed to hang a little looser than normal.

“Is everything ok? We’re not near a full moon or something are we?” I was only half joking. Virginia was a werewolf, even if her current ties to the pack were a bit tenuous.

She gave me a tired smile. “No, I just had the worst plane flight ever and followed it up with a double shift at the hospital. She sat in a nearby stool with a sigh.

“A terrible flight? Want to talk about it?”

She answered with a brief shake of her head. “Nope, gotta wait for Jennifer. She’s meeting us here and I’m not telling the same story twice.”

We didn’t have to wait long. Jennifer, the third part of our small group of friends from childhood, entered. She was obviously just getting off work as well, still in her suit with her wings tucked in.

I handed her a hot chocolate. “Catch any murderers today?”

“If only! I’m STILL filling out paperwork over the whole ‘partner going rogue’ incident.” She pouted a bit as she spoke, flicking the wand at her waist to summon a huge chocolate muffin. I ignored the blatant disregard for café rules regarding use of magic and eating outside food. It just wasn’t worth the fight. (Plus my boss was in the back buried in tax papers, and not likely to notice). In between serving customers we got the whole “bad flight” story out of Virginia.

“Wow,” Jennifer sipped at her hot chocolate, obviously thinking hard “We’ve had an increase in incidents with rogue ghosts lately. Did you report it to the police?”

Virginia shot her a look “Yes, Detective. I’m not an idiot. As soon as we landed I reported it to the SPF.”

“I tell you, things are getting weird lately.” I cleaned glasses while I spoke “Just last week you were complaining about the increase in Dark Fae attacks, before that it was werewolves going missing, and now there’s ghost attacks?”

“Yeah, the pack is still upset about losing so many members in such a short time.” Virginia moodily stirred her drink; “The alpha keeps bugging me about quitting my job and ‘seeing to the pack survival.’ “ She shuddered “Crawling naked over broken glass sounds more appealing.”

Jennifer patted her on the back “If they pressure you too much, let me know. I’ll make them regret it.”

“Thanks.” She raised her cup “To freedom and great friends.”

“To freedom!” We toasted with a laugh using our coffee cups.

A few more customers came in, some young girls whose horns and red eyes marked them out as demons. They ordered complex drinks and sighed loudly as they waited. I kept my eye rolls and sarcastic comments to myself, like the good barista I was.

“So Grace, you never told us how it went with Arcadeus meeting your parents!”

I groaned, not stopping in my work, handing the girls their drinks and finishing the transaction.

“I will need to be VERY drunk to tell you guys that whole debacle.” I sighed, counting out the change and dropping into the girl’s reddish tinged hand. “Let’s just say his father showed up, and watching the devil compete with my father the genie for half the night was not my idea of a great time. It started with plague rats and went downhill from there.”

“That sounds int…” Jennifer was interrupted by the demon girl I had just finished serving.

“YOU’RE the girl who snagged Arcadeus, son of the Devil?” She looked me up and down while she spoke, her tone suggesting she was not impressed.

“If by ‘snag’ you mean: he begged her for a date and his dad froze Hell over just to set them up, then yes.” Virginia spoke up, a low growl sounding in the back of her throat.

The girl snorted, “Can’t believe he’d sink so low.”

Jennifer started to stand, “Look here…”

I held up a hand, silencing her. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” The day I couldn’t handle my own fights was the day I was dead and buried. I calmly turned to the girl and answered,

“Yes, person I don’t know who is prying into my personal life, I am dating Arcadeus. We are very happy, and you whining about it won’t change that.” I waved cheerfully at her, “Enjoy your coffee.”

The demon glared at me, raising a hand and chanting a few words.

I let her tire herself out, and grinned at her. “A curse of blindness? Really? I expected better.” I shook my head slowly, pulling out a small vial from underneath my shirt.

“What is tha…ARRGH!” She ended on a shriek as I spritzed holy water on her face. She and her friend ran out, screaming curses as they left. I tucked the tiny spray bottle back into my clothing with a chuckle. The one benefit I get from my supernatural origins is a resistance to magical curses. A trait that has definitely come in handy since my new relationship started. Not that I was going to tell Arcadeus about these little incidents. It would just upset him.

Jennifer gave me a high five over the bar. “Not that I care what happens to those little twerps, but aren’t your worried your boss might be upset that you assaulted customers?”

From the room in the back we heard a gruff shout. “Not if they pay for their coffee first.”

With a laugh we settled into continue catching up through the rest of my shift.

After I got off work, I was walking back to my bike parked in the back, when I came face to face with a pale young man standing in the alley. He was slim, his pale dark hair hanging in his face. His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses.

This didn’t look good. I started to back away.

“Don’t worry, I’m a cop.” He held up a badge. Crap, it was Jennifer’s rogue partner, Alex. I backed away faster, turning around to run when everything went dark.

Virginia

As I left the coffee shop, I let out a huge yawn. Man, taking a 24 hour shift right after that flight had been a terrible idea. I checked my cell phone, noting multiple missed calls from Jeffrey, the Alpha of my pack. I deleted the voice mails without listening to them, ignoring the instinct to cater to his every whim. I had made my position very clear last time I spoke with him. I loved my job, I didn’t love him, and neither of those statements added up to me becoming a stay at home wife/mate for him.

Wrapped up in my own problems, I almost missed the scent of distress in the air. In the corner of my eye I saw a young, thin man pick up an unconscious Grace, hefting her onto his shoulder.

“Wait, STOP!” I yelled out, but it was too late. With a triumphant grin in my direction, the young man activated some sort of device in his hand and disappeared. I ran to the spot where he had been just a moment before. There were spots of blood on the asphault. Grace’s blood. I felt my claws and teeth lengthen as anger took over. The urge to kill and tear was overwhelming.

“Virginia, what’s going on?” Jennifer had heard me yelling and was coming over to help, her wand drawn and ready for action.

“HE TOOK GRACE.” I could barely get the words out past my fangs.

Once Jennifer had gotten all the details from me, she cursed. “That must have been Alex, my old partner. I should have known he’d try some crap like this.” She waved her wand, a small golden crochet hook, snagging a motorcycle out of thin air.

“I’m coming with you!�� I started towards the bike too, but was stopped by her hand in the air.

“No, sorry, but you’re not a cop, you’re exhausted and you’re not thinking straight. Frankly, you would only get in my way like this.”

With an apologetic smile, she took off, the engine roaring as she turned the corner and went out of sight.

“Screw that.” I was not letting my two friends be in danger without trying to help. Besides, what if one of them got hurt? Having a doctor there might make a difference. There was no way in Hell I was staying out of this.

Wait.

Speaking of Hell...

I wasn't adept at magic, but I knew the basics. Chanting under my breath and with a few passes of my hands I performed a basic communication spell.

"Virginia! I'm so happy to see you!" A puff of red smoke blew around her as Arcadeus stepped out. The smell of sulfur was strong in the air, causing me to sneeze.

"Oh crap, the sulfur, that's embarrassing!" He waved his hands futilely, trying to disperse it. "That's the problem with working in Hell, the smell tends to linger." He blushed as he spoke, looking mortified.

"It's ok, don't worry about it." We had bigger issues, anyways.

"Not that I'm not glad to see you, Virginia, but why did you call? Is Grace around?" Even mentioning her name was enough to brighten his whole face, and he looked around as if trying to catch sight of her.

I sighed; this wasn't going to be pretty.

I have had plenty of practice giving bad news over the years. It came along with the whole doctor thing. I usually had a pretty good idea how people would respond. Arcadeus seemed pretty quiet and sensitive, I was pretty sure this might overwhelm him. As I explained the situation I kept a close eye out for sign of distress, ready to provide support as needed.

I shouldn't have worried.

His face didn't change at all; you would have thought I had told him about the weather, except for the eyes. His eyes blazed a fiery red, and the air around him seemed to boil. I felt the pressure of his power pushing against me, and fought the urge to shrink back. He caught my gaze and held it.

"Where?" He was still soft spoken, but the single word sent chills down my spine.

"Jennifer was tracking them on her bike, she went that way." I pointed as I spoke.

His eyes closed and he whispered a quiet incantation to himself, a language I quickly recognized as the dialect of Hell. A moment later he opened them, his face still calm, but terrifying.

"A lesser demon has spotted them on the south side of town. I can teleport us there if you want to come along?" He held out his hand. The rage in his gaze had lessened somewhat. I could see his concern for Grace shining through. I took his hand without hesitation.

"Let's go."

The world around us shimmered and faded, and soon became what appeared to be a large abandoned warehouse. Well, not quite so abandoned.

We were surrounded by a group of dark fae, creatures of every shape and size. Everywhere I turned there were fangs, claws, and the distinct black gaze that marked their kind.

I let my claws grow out, nervously shifting closer to Arcadeus. To my shock he chuckled grimly.

"When I tell you, break through and run."

His voice was pitched low enough to carry to my ears only. He drew himself up to his full height, pushing his white hair back to emphasize his horns.

" I am Arcadeus, son of Satan." I could barely recognize his voice through the freezing chill that coated it.

"You have made the grave error of kidnapping the woman I love."

I let out a quiet "Aww" but he shushed me and continued.

" I will give you one chance to escape painful demise: tell me where she is, and I will let you live." His quiet ultimatum was met with derisive laughter.

"She screams quite beautifully, I think we'll keep her."

The silence was heavy.

"Wrong answer." He tapped my shoulder in a silent sign to run. As I moved forward, the enemies in front of me disintegrated into flames. I passed through the open door, moving deeper into the building. Behind me I heard screams of agony and a roar of hellfire, but I ignored it and kept moving.

I had friends to find.

Jennifer

I knew where to go. I had been researching into the dark fae since my partner tried to kill me. There had been 3 or 4 possible places I had narrowed it down to during my last shift, and only one was in this part of town. I rode towards an abandoned warehouse, my summoned motorcycle roaring beneath me. My mind raced as I traveled. Why had they taken Grace? It had to be a trap.

But what could they possibly gain by luring me out?

I peered in through the ground floor windows. Hundreds of dark fae stood guard.

Well, crap. I wasn't getting in or out that way. I looked up, spotting a window several stories above me. With a quick flick of my wand I summoned a grappling hook. When that didn't work (I didn't actually know how to use a grappling hook), I came to my senses, cast a quick glamour and flew up to the window through the cracked, dirty glass I could see Grace bound to a chair. Fortunately it was unlocked. I entered the room quietly, keeping my invisibility glamour up.

Grace looked up at my approach, her natural resistance to magic allowed her to see past my spell.

"You idiot, what are you doing?! This couldn't be any more obvious of a trap if they had taped a big sign to the door saying 'Trap! Idiots welcome!'" She glared at me, a bruise marring the right side of her face.

"I'm saving your butt, you ungrateful little turd! Now shut up and let's get you free."

I looked at her bonds. Dark bands of magic wrapped around her, holding her to the chair and her wrists together behind her.

"Actually..." whatever Grace had been about to say was interrupted by a dark voice that sent chills down my spine. A voice that was all too familiar.

“Jennifer, darling, I’m so glad you could make it to our little party.”

I looked up into black, soulless eyes framed in a sweet face with dark hair. A face I had stared up into from my crib. A woman who, up until the time she tried to kill me, had been my entire world.

“Mother.” I spat the word out like a curse. She inclined her head slightly as if acknowledging the title. “What do you want?”

“Now, now, darling, no need to be so crass. I just need a teensy tiny little thing from you, and I will let you and your human friend here go.”

I took a step closer, brandishing my wand. “That doesn’t sound like much fun. How about I arrest you instead?” I edged closer. “That sounds much better.”

“Don’t take another step.” Another familiar voice, another remembered betrayal. My former partner, Alex, now a vampire, held a knife to Grace’s throat. She kept her face calm and her head still, but she was slowly mouthing at me “don’t listen to them.” He noticed the slight movement and pressed the blade in, breaking the skin slightly.

“Drop your wand.” I hesitated, but only for a moment. I couldn’t risk Grace’s life. I dropped my wand.

“Good girl.” My mother laughed bitterly and kicked the wand away. She put a hand to my throat, and I felt a prick of a needle against my neck. I struggled but she was stronger and held me still. “Don’t move, sweetie. I just need a bit of blood from your jugular, but if I don’t aim right even this little needle could cause some serious damage.”

I held still, hearing but not registering a commotion at the other side of the room. All my focus was on my mother. “Why?”

She smiled at me, withdrawing the needle now attached to a vial full of blood. “You were a bit unexpected dear. You were born between two worlds, to both light and dark fae, not that your father knew that at the time.” She smiled, “You may have noticed a slight increase in our activities lately. I have found the key to expanding our kingdom far beyond the ancient restrictions. All I need is to get rid of some pesky weaknesses natural to our kind and the world will be ours on a platter.” She held up the container with my blood. “This holds the key to making the dark fae indestructible. So thank you, dear.” With a sad sigh she pulled out a large knife. “Now that I have what I need, I’m afraid your friend will have to die. She’s only a liability.” She waved a hand in my direction, freezing me in place. “Not you though, if that’s any comfort. I may still need more blood from you.” She turned to face the chair where Grace was tied, only to be met with a fist to the face.

“That’s for kidnapping me and tying me up.” Grace punched her again, the silver knuckles she wore glinting on her fist as it made contact with my mother’s face. “And THAT’s for sticking Jennifer with a needle!” The dark fairy went down and Grace rushed to my side.

I was confused, “How did you…”

“I’m immune to magic, remember? The bonds couldn’t hold me. All I had to due was knock out creepy dude over there…” She jerked a thumb in the direction of my former partner, now unconscious on the ground. “So I could give your messed up mom a lesson in manners.” Cracking her knuckles, she grinned. “Impressed?”

I was, but wouldn’t tell her that. “I’ll throw you a parade later.” I picked up the vial of blood from my mother’s hand and smashed it on the ground. I then turned to handcuff Alex, that vampiric little rat.

“We better get you back before Virginia dies of worry. We’ll have to figure out a way to sneak out, the entrance is blocked by at least a hundred dark fae.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here to save the day!” As if on cue, Virginia strolled in the door, claws out and ready to fight. She must have been in a few fights already; there were bloodstains on her scrubs and around her hands. She saw that we were both standing free and dropped her head dejectedly. “Dangit! I’m too late aren’t I?”

Grace went over and patted her back. “It’s ok, you can help us figure out how to escape, since the front door is blocked.”

“It’s not blocked.” Arcadeus walked in, looking tired but unharmed. “Are you okay?” He rushed to Grace’s side, gently touching the bruised side of her face.

“I’m fine, what are you doing here?” Grace hugged him tightly, and pulled him in for a gentle kiss, wincing a bit at the pressure on her lip.

“Trying to be helpful. Obviously not doing such a great job.” He grimaced and looked around. “Is the vampire the one who hit you?” His eyes glowed red and he started forward, only to be stopped by a soft hand to his chest.

“It wasn’t him, it was someone else, and don’t worry, I’ve already punched them back.”

“Where are they?”

I pointed behind me, “She’s right over… oh crap.” There was only empty space where my mother had been. She had escaped. I got a firmer grasp on my former partner. I was going to bring this one in if it killed me. “We need to get out of here.” I turned back to Arcadeus. “What did you mean the front door isn’t blocked? There was a bunch of guys there!”

I swear he blushed. “I took care of it.”

Virginia chimed in “Yeah, he was seriously awesome back there. Even I was scared!”

Grace just smiled and gave Arcadeus another hug.

We went out through the now empty front room, and headed for the SPF station. Once I talked my boss off the ledge, assuring him I wasn’t turning into a vigilante, and public property damage had been minimal we booked Alex, got debriefed and finally got our bumps, scratches and in my case, puncture marks patched up by Virginia. By the time we walked out of the station, it was late afternoon.

Grace stretched and yawned. “I better get some sleep. I have to be at work soon.”

Virginia nodded, stifling a yawn herself. “Ditto.” She looked around. “Let’s get together again later this week. You know, catch up, minus the kidnapping and dark fae conspiracies.” She patted Arcadeus on the back, and gave him a wink, “You’re invited too of course.” He turned red and stammered a thanks, causing us all to laugh as we headed out in different directions.

I was left alone to my thoughts.

I had not seen my mother since she tried to kill me years before. To be confronted with her so suddenly after all these years was...upsetting, to put it mildly. I thought of her words, that I was born of both worlds, light and dark, and shuddered.

My mother was still out there.

I would find her. I would end this.

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