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myadmiringmind · 1 year

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Dancing Under the Stars |Jace Herondale

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Pairing(s): Female!Reader x Jace Herondale, Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood x vampire! Simon Lewis

Summary: You attend the anniversary of the new accords with the Downworlders. But you find that you enjoy the party much more when you’re out under the stars.

Notes/Warnings:

Reader is wearing a gown

Mentions of food

Mentions of vampires drinking blood

Some slight suggestive stuff

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The sun was setting outside, the clouds and the orange glow from the sun made the sky look like a painting. The glass towers of Alicante only added to the beautiful scenery. For a moment or two you couldn’t take your eyes from the scene.

Then you heard a loud crash and your head involuntarily turned to see what was going on. Your mind swirled with the worst possible scenarios.

You were relieved to see that it was just a vampire who dropped his glass of blood.

The relief didn’t last long as you noticed that the blood had stained a faeries dress. She had dark green skin with light violet eyes. Her teeth were pointy and she was visibly angry. She snarled at the vampire who looked shocked at what had happened. You worried you might have to step in but then a faerie with butterflies on her cheeks came up to her friend.

They talked in hushed voices and glanced around. You realized that some of the other shadowhunters had also been watching. Some looked more on edge than the others. Some looked upon the scene with dissatisfaction, as if they had been the ones who had blood spilt on them.

You suddenly wished people could mind their own business when you noticed that the green faerie looked quite embarrassed. She glanced upon her dress with disappointment.

It was such a nice dress you noticed. You sighed, feeling bad for the faerie.

“What’s everyone looking at?” A certain warlock whispered in your ear

You turned and noticed that Magnus and Alec were standing beside you. Magnus was trying to look through the crowd but you could tell Alec saw easily over everyone with his height.

Alec whispered in Magnus’ ear and you knew he was telling him.

“What was it stained with?” Magnus asked aloud

“Blood.” You commented

“Oh, dear.” Magnus shook his head and watched as the two faeries wondered out of the big room.

“It was a such a beautiful dress too.” You commented

“Alexander, be a dear and hold my bag, would you.” Magnus handed his bag over to Alec without looking then followed the path the faeries had went.

Alec, looking confused, quickly followed after his boyfriend, muttering to you a quick “bye”.

You sighed, realizing you were alone. You walked over to the long table with refreshments of all sorts to fit the different appetites of the parties guests.

You grabbed a wooden stick with different fruits on it and looked around the ballroom.

You saw Izzy, wearing a gorgeous skin tight dress that complimented her figure nicely, leading Simon through a dance. If he had still been human you guessed that the dance wouldn’t have come so effortlessly to him as it looked.

“He reminds me of a chicken.” A familiar voice whispered in your ear.

You smiled, pleased, with this newfound presence. “I think they look nice.” You defended your friend.

Jace was wearing nice clothes, you noticed. He was in a black suit that hugged his body quite nicely. For a moment you could only feel jealous of the suit.

Jace shook his head, snapping you out of your thoughts, “No. He’s picking up his feet too much and flailing his arms like a goose.” Jace sighed, “Maybe I should’ve listened to Izzy when she asked me to teach him to dance.”

“You think you can do better?” You asked

He grinned at you, “I know I can do better.”

He grabbed your hand leading you to the floor.

“Do you know the dance?” He asked, setting one hand on your waist and the other in your hand.

“Some parts.” You answered, nervous.

Jace smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll lead.”

Jace began to move, pulling your body with his. The dance seemed so effortless to him, you were doing your best to keep up.

But you were able to catch onto the dance. You smiled, proud of yourself.

Jace noticed too, “Good girl.” He whispered into your ear.

Before you could react Jace spun you again. You stumbled into his arms. You were quick to notice the stupid smirk on his face.

“If you keep spinning me, you’ll make me fall.” You whispered

Jace only smiled at you, “I’d never let you fall.”

And he spun you again.

“Jace.” You hissed

He hummed with a smirk, “Pay attention to the dance darling or you might trip.”

You rolled your eyes but listened.

His body was warm, his hands rested nicely on your body. Jaces golden eyes were focused solely on you. Only his Shadow hunter training kept him from bumping into the guests nearby.

“Get ready, I’m about to lift you.” Jace said out of nowhere

Your eyes grew wide. Both of Jaces hands went to your hips and raised you into the air. Your hands went his shoulders, hoping to steady yourself.

When your feet met the ground your feet miraculously went back into the dance. But your breath was shallow.

Jace noticed and slowed, “No more.” He promised you

You nodded, catching your breath.

Jace stopped suddenly, and you stopped with him.

“Come. Let’s go somewhere a bit more private.” He led you to one of the ceiling high doors.

The sky had grown dark, and now the stars were out.

You marveled at their beauty. You stopped when you heard a familiar chuckle.

Jace was leaned against one of the stone walls looking directly at you.

“What?” You asked

“Can you name any of them?” He asked

“What?” You said confused

“The stars. Can you name any of them?” He repeated

You shook your head, “Can you?”

Jace looked up at the sky, “Maybe a couple.”

You smiled, and walked towards him.

The night was beautiful, but also chilly. Your gown, though stunning, didn’t do much to keep you warm. You leaned your head on Jaces chest, testing the waters and seeing what he was comfortable with.

His arms went around your waist pulling you closer.

“Your gown is lovely.” He murmured

You hummed in agreement, “Izzy helped me pick it out.”

Jace nodded in acknowledgment. Jace kissed your forehead and you involuntarily shivered.

“Cold?” You could feel the smile on his lips.

You nodded, “I am.”

Jace tutted, “Well we can’t have that, can we?”

Jace let go of you and stood in the middle of the terrace.

“What are you doing?” You asked

Jace shrugged, “Havent you heard that if you keep your body moving you’ll stay warm. So we could fight or dance or...something else.” He smirked suggestively

“I choose dancing.” You said walking towards him

He looked disappointed for a moment but he quickly wiped the look off his face as you grew near, “Eager are we?” He teased

You grinned, “Eager not to be cold anymore.”

He huffed out a laugh, taking your hand in his.

At first the dance was fast, then it slowed at the sound of the piano.

You laid your head on Jaces chest when a cold breeze came through.

You could feel Jaces chest rumble as he chuckled.

“Enjoying yourself are you?”

You scoffed, “You’re warm and I’m cold.”

“Perhaps we should head inside?” He suggested

You shook your head, “I like it out here. With you.” You mumbled the last part but you were sure he heard.

The night was still young, but you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep with your head on your lovers chest and the sound of piano being played in the background, as you danced under a starry sky.

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reaperintheroses · 2 years

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The meeting

~Next Part

@psychshawnjuleshanluke requested a drabble series with rooster x mavericks daughter who's also a pilot. Here's the first part. (Also friendly little disclaimer regardless of how much I shit on the navy please realize that it's very similar to a sibling rivalry. Many people in the different branches of the military do things that other branches couldn't even fathom let alone want to do. That being said, army is the best). As previously stated I made the divider myself, you are more than welcome to use it please just give me credit Warnings: swearing like once I think. I didn't actually look and check but knowing me it's possible. Also before you get confused, according to google Phoenix's first name is Natasha. I don't think they ever actually say it in the movie but you tend to not refer to yourself as your own callsign soooo.

When you were invited to attend Top Gun, you had a very fast realization after the initial excitement ran its course. Regardless of your parentage and your last name, you were going to have to work equally as hard to be respected. You had thirteen weeks. Thirteen weeks to make your mark on this school and build your reputation as a Naval Aviator. It was likely that you would be the only woman in your class. Regardless of what your colleagues liked to sneer at you, you definitely weren't there to find love, just to become a better pilot. Your father had warned you about the type of pilots that frequented Top Guns halls, and regardless of the undying love you had for him, you also knew that you were the result of a one night stand with a girl whose name your father didn't remember till a year later, when you were suddenly dropped into his life. Top Gun was for the best of the best. The top one percent. You just had to be better.

Top Gun: Week Two

As your wheels made connections with the landing strip, you felt like you could finally breathe again. For the third time in a row, you were the only one who had been able to defeat Warlock in long distance dogfight training.

You had felt a distinct satisfaction at pressing that red button and announcing "That's a shot," into your radio. As you sat back and let your plane be taxied and placed in the correct spot, you grinned under your mask. You climbed out of your plane and climbed down the ladder. Unclipping your chin strap on your helmet, you placed it on the ground next to you as you nodded to the landing attendant. You cracked your bones into place before beginning basic maintenance on your plane. The longer you could spend outside and avoid the hostile stares of your peers, the better. Especially Hangman. You worked until the sun had already begun to disappear below the horizon. You wiped your hand across your forehead to rid yourself of the sweat that had begun to gather there. You bent down and picked up your helmet before giving your plane one last glance. You nodded, pleased with your work before turning around on your heel and making your way back inside the base. As you opened the door you looked quickly to your left and right before walking inside. You made sure to keep your steps light in case anyone was hanging out in the breakroom. You made your way to the dorms making fast work of opening your door. You smiled in the relief that the air conditioning provided. You raised your eyebrows at the distinct lack of your roommate when you spotted a yellow sticky note on your lamp shade. Walking over you picked it up and chuckled at the message.

"Hey, I went to grab a bite to eat with that cute bartender we met last weekend. If I play my cards right I shouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. XOXO- Natasha."

Phoenix had spent all night talking to that girl, so you were glad that she was able to get her number. You unzipped your fly suit and let it drop to the ground, stepping out of it before kicking it to the corner of your room. You grabbed a random pair of sweatpants that were lying on your floor before reaching under your bed for the extra storage that you had placed there containing some towels and your shower caddy. You placed both items on your bed as you bent back down and switched to the other bin containing various items of non-uniform clothing. You grabbed a sweatshirt advertising your old Navy base and a pair of gym shorts. You tucked those along with your towel underneath your arm before using your other hand to grab your caddy.

You felt so much better after your shower. Regardless of the fact that you had grown up in the sky, you still felt disgusting after multiple hours spent in your heavy flight suit under the hot sun. You glanced at your reflection in the mirror as you combed your hair, making sure to smooth out the various knots that had accumulated from the sweat and helmet hair. You tucked your hair behind your ears as you dropped your comb into your shower caddy. You quickly tied up your hair into a braid to keep it out of your face as you slept before gathering all of your belongings. You opened the locker room door and looked out into the hall before making the walk back to the dorm hall. You reached out your hand to your doorknob when someone behind you cleared their throat. You turned around with curiosity before smiling.

Rooster smiled back at you as you turned back around to retire to your dorm for the night. "Hey good work up there, Vixen, you have to teach me that maneuver sometime." You reached a hand up to your face to tuck your hair behind your ears before quickly dropping it again when you realized it was pulled too far back from your face. "Thanks, that- uh that means a lot." You rolled your lip between your teeth as he raised his eyebrows at you. "Well anyway, have a goodnight." You nodded before turning back around to your door. "You too, Bradley," you only realized a moment too late that he had already shut his door.

"It's just awkward because we grew up together, and then my dad pulled his papers from the academy and he just stopped talking to me." You hugged your pillow to your chest as you looked across the room to where Phoenix was trying to catch a piece of popcorn in her mouth. It had been three days since Rooster had complimented you and you couldn't get his face out of your head. "Well you guys seem to get along fine everytime I see you interact." You rolled your eyes at the statement. "Well sure, but that's more just him being polite. You should've seen how close we were in highschool."

She raised an eyebrow at you from her place on her bed. "When you say close do you mean," she trailed off at the end of her sentence. "Nothing other than close, we were just really good friends." She raised her eyebrows at you, "How bad was your crush on him?" You snorted, "I had it so bad for him, lasted from eighth grade until I went to the academy and he didn't." She threw more popcorn in her mouth. "Well what's so wrong with liking him now," you leveled a glare at her. "Besides the fact that we aren't seventeen anymore," you fell down on your side before rolling onto your back, "he hates my dad and by extension hates me, falling for him wouldn't get me anywhere." Phoenix huffed before tilting the popcorn bag up to dump more in her mouth. "You have no way of proving that he hates you unless you ask him. You'll never know his true feelings until you ask." You huffed at the statement before reaching to your desk to shut off your lamp. "Just think about it, I'm not telling you to actively thirst after him at every waking moment but don't deny feelings based on a non-credible hunch. Sleep well." You sighed at her words before twisting off the lamp. You shut your eyes to try and get some sleep before your five AM wake-up call, but instead all you saw was his face and all you heard was his warm laugh.

Top Gun: Week Four

Every waking moment that wasn't spent thinking about flying or actually flying was spent thinking about Rooster. Anything about him. Did he still use the old spice body wash? What did he do while you were at the academy? Did he think about you like this too? You missed being around him; you missed breathing the same air as him. As the weeks went on and your crush on Bradley intensified, you knew that you were done for. You knew that this was going to end in someone getting heart broken.

You looked over to the sink counter where your phone rested while you were getting ready. You had twenty more minutes until you had to leave to make it to your dad's house on time for dinner. Regardless of where you went or what the Navy threw in your face, your dad always found some way to follow you, and Top Gun was no different. You looked up in the mirror, deeming your makeup exceptional enough. You pushed your hair past your shoulders before packing up your toiletries. You put them back in your locker before shutting it. You turned to give yourself one final once over before walking out of the locker room and making your way to the parking lot.

"So, how's class going?" You look up from your plate at your fathers words. "Um it's going good, I'm doing pretty well." He nodded as he scooped up some salad onto his fork. You took a sip of wine as you waited for the inevitable question. "Nothing too difficult?" You shook your head as you raised your eyebrows at him. He opened his mouth and you rolled your eyes at him. "Bradley's fine, dad." His shoulders sagged slightly. "I invited him to come eat with us again, he didn't even open the message." You tilted your head as you continued to eat. "Can you really blame him? You set him back years in his career." He shut his eyes as you continued to eat. "He hasn't been shot out of the sky, he's an adult and he's not your responsibility anymore." Your dad looked at you with raw emotions in his eyes. You'd only seen him look at you like that at other times in your life. When he told you the true story of your mother and when news reached him of Carol's death. Under the surface you knew how your father was feeling. You wanted nothing more than for everything to go back to how it was in high school. When Bradley would go watch sports in the basement with your dad while Carol would teach you how to grill. Your dad looked back down to his empty plate fighting the tears that you were sure crowded his waterline. You put your fork down on your napkin and reached across the table to grab his hand. "Who knows, he'll probably come around one day. You've been in his life too long for him not to." Your father turned a smile towards you as you drained the rest of your wine glass. "I'll clean up in here, why don't you pick a movie for us to watch before I have to go back."

Top Gun: Week Five

Today's training exercise was a repeat of the past few weeks. You knew that today was going to be another late night to avoid your peers and their leering words whispered behind your back. Right as you had opened the maintenance panel and begun to assess what needed extra work, you heard a set of footsteps approaching you. Great, they had figured out your hiding spot. You heard someone clear their throat behind you. You turned around with your wrench in hand, hoping to convey that you were busy and wanted to be left alone.

"Hey Vixen, that was some great work up there." You raised your eyebrows at Bradley's kind words. He's been complimenting you and reaching out to you more in the last two weeks. You knew it wasn't nearly the same as it had been, but it was a step in the right direction. "Thanks, it definitely pays off that I was basically raised in the cockpit." he chuckled at your words as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Hey so listen, I had a question for you." You nodded before placing the wrench on the ground to show him he had your full attention. "Sure, what's up?" His tongue darted out to lick his lips, he almost seemed to be stalling.

"So I know I've been distant for a few years and it wasn't fair to you at all-" you nodded along to his words, not denying the statement- "I would totally understand because of all of that if you wanted to say no but would you want to go out with me sometime?" You blinked at him, allowing your mind a moment to catch up to his words. He went from barely speaking to you to asking you out within the span of five weeks. "Yes! I mean, that would be great. I can give you my number." He raised his eyebrows at you. "Has it changed?" You shook your head; your emotions were still reeling. "No, that's right you probably still have it. No, my number hasn't changed. Text me when you have availability?" He nodded before running a hand through his hair. "I'll do that, have a good night if I don't see you." Your fingers started twitching from their place at your sides. "Yeah, you too." Did that really just happen? You had to go home. You had to figure out what you were going to wear and- oh God, what would your dad say?

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eyeshadowandcaffeine · 2 years

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Hello, I woke up with an absurd idea about how an attempt to resurrect Laudna could lead to another VM member’s appearance in C3. Idk if anyone has already posted this theory, in which case, sorry, this is just my take on it.

So, if Laudna is resurrected with the help of VM, they may also attempt to separate her from Delilah, because they cannot just have another Briarwood running around out there. So for Laudna to be resurrected and continue as a Warlock and/or a Hollow One, she may need a new patron, preferably someone who could protect her from Delilah, which could be the Raven Queen, given her interest in the Briarwoods and/or Laudna being undead.

And while it is possible for Laudna to have her own encounter with some divinity in the afterlife or during the ritual, what if Vox Machina’s presence and Delilah’s involvement gets the attention of someone else. Not the Matron of Ravens… but her champion, who may have sympathy for Laudna’s situation and feels partially responsible for first death at the Sun Tree, and so he vouches for her, offering her this second chance at life.

So, imagine it, the ritual appears to have failed, then those in attendance see some ghostly visage of a feather and leather-clad figure standing over Laudna, and then Laudna wakes up. And after a moment, she looks around the room, recognizes Vex, before saying “I believe I just met your brother, he offered to help me.” Good god can you imagine the fucking angst that would ensue if this happened.

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void-heroes · 2 years

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𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘: 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗦

Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!OC

Also published on my Wattpad (-voidheroes)!

The sheer curtains of Emerson's bedroom danced in the soft breeze that her ceiling fan generated as the early morning sun shone through them. Outside her window was the gentle crash of the ocean waves that were mere steps from her porch. Emerson Blackwood still resided in her childhood home in Miramar, California.

She glanced at the sleeping man beside her. The early sun created a glow across his already tan skin. This wasn't the first time Emerson had found herself in bed with Bradley Bradshaw, and it certainly wouldn't be her last.

A relationship just wasn't in the cards for Bradley and Emerson. There would always be a mission and the fear of not returning. Bradley had experienced that firsthand. Plus, it didn't help that they both grew up without a father. They didn't know how traditional relationships worked. How could they expect to form one? But this, whatever this was, seemed to work just fine for them.

Emerson scooted closer to Bradley, rubbing lazy circles across his toned back. "You keep that up and I'm not getting out of this bed," he said in his raspy morning voice.

"We have a big day ahead of us, Lieutenant."

He rolled over, now on top of her, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone. "Or we could spend the day right here." Emerson hummed contently as his lips traveled lower down her body.

Using her pointer finger, she tilted his chin up, "You keep that up, Lieutenant, and I'm not getting out of this bed." She tossed the covers off their bodies and began picking up their mess of clothes from the night before. She tossed Bradley his white tank top and Hawaiian shirt. "Are you worried about today?" She asked, sliding her jeans back on.

He pulled his shirt over his head, "Should I be?"

An image of Maverick danced in Emerson's head. Should she warn Bradley about the possibility of seeing Maverick? She decided against it in hopes that she was wrong about him being their instructor.

Emerson shrugged, putting her top on, "Just asking."

He kissed her cheek, "I'll see you in a bit."

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The selected Top Gun graduates sat in neat rows of desks in one of the base's hangars as they awaited further orders. "Attention on deck!" They all rose from their seats, standing at attention for their superiors.

Admiral Bates approached the podium, "Good morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Sit down." Following the Admiral's orders, the aviators took their seats. "I am Admiral Bates, call sign, Warlock. You are all Top Gun graduates; the best of the best. But that was yesterday. The enemy's new fifth-generation fighter jet levels the playing field. We no longer possess the technological advantage. Success depends on the man or woman in the box. Half of you will make the cut and only one of you will be named mission leader. The rest will attend to any reserve roles necessary."

The eyes of the aviators searched the room, trying to predetermine the outcome of their training. The hangar was filled with only elite pilots. Who could possibly come out on top?

"Your instructor is one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. His exploits are legendary. What he has to teach you may very well mean the difference between life and death," Warlock remarked.

Emerson immediately knew the pilot Warlock was referring to. She heard his echoing footsteps walking up the aisle. All the pilots turned their heads, but Emerson didn't have to. She watched as the guys from last night ducked their heads out of fear and embarrassment. In front of her, Bradley sunk in his seat, clearly disappointed in the Navy's choice of instructor. Should she have warned him? Emerson knew the history between Captain Mitchell and Bradley. Though she disapproved of what he had done to Bradley, she still couldn't help but marvel at the distinguished captain before her.

"I give you Captain Pete Mitchell, call sign, Maverick," Warlock concluded and stepped away from the podium.

Maverick took Warlock's place at the podium. "Good morning." He held up the F/A-18 manual, "This book contains everything they expect you to know about your aircraft. I assume you all know it well." This earned him a few verbal responses but mostly nods.

He tossed it into the trash bin beside him, "So does your enemy. But what the enemy doesn't know, is your limits. I intend to find those limits and push beyond them. So today, we will start with what you think you know." He dismissed the group to grab their gear and head to their respective planes.

Emerson pulled Bradley aside, "You going to be okay?"

"You knew didn't you?" He spoke with an almost accusing tone as if the woman in front of him was to blame for the presence of his adversary.

"I assumed. I saw him at the Hard Deck last night." Bradley's jaw tightened, but he remained silent. "Hey, listen to me, do not let him get to you." Ignoring her, he grabbed his helmet and walked toward his plane. "Goddamit, Bradley."

"Raven," Maverick called.

"Sir?"

"Your reputation precedes you."

"As does yours, sir."

Maverick smiled, "I don't think that's a compliment for either of us."

Emerson studied the captain's face; she felt as though she had seen it a million times before. It was an odd feeling to have at their first meeting. But, she returned his smile, "Probably not, sir."

Today's exercise split the candidates into teams. It was two versus one, the one being Maverick. The first team consisted of Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy.

"Good morning, aviators. This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighting maneuvers. As you were briefed, today's exercise is dogfighting. No missiles. Guns only. And no going below the hard deck of five thousand feet. Work as a team to shoot me down, or else."

"Or else what, sir?" Fanboy asked into the comms.

"Or I shoot back."

Listening from the radio on base, Emerson could imagine the grin on Maverick's face. She knew he was going to enjoy embarrassing them.

"How about we put skin in the game," Payback countered.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Whoever gets shot down first has to do two-hundred pushups."

A laugh escaped Emerson's lips. The rest of the aviators were naive to the significance of their competitor. By the end of the day, Emerson knew they would all be stuck with the pushup punishment.

"That's a lot of pushups," Maverick commented.

"They don't call it exercise for nothing, sir."

"You've got yourself a deal. Let's turn and burn!" Maverick's jet soared between the jets of Payback and Rooster, catching them both off guard.

Though Payback and Rooster are well-trained pilots, the competition with Maverick didn't last long. Rooster's vengeance allowed him to be the first pilot shot down, and thus, the first in the long line of pushups.

The next team consisted of Raven, Phoenix, and Bob.

"Bob, do you see him?" Phoenix asked into her headset.

Bob checked over his left and right, "Negative!"

As if on cue, Maverick soared between the jets of Phoenix and Raven. The two women moved into attack formation and flew after Maverick. Except, it didn't do much good for Phoenix and Bob. Maverick came from behind and shot them down. He sent them back to base to begin their pushups. Now, Raven was the only one left in the game.

The aviators back on base grew antsy as the exercise was taking longer than expected. With Maverick and Raven, it was like chasing a tail. The two pilots were exceptionally good and equally matched. Eventually, Maverick lost sight of Raven.

Trying to coax her out of hiding, Maverick spoke over the comms, "Having any fun yet?"

Raven flew out from her hiding spot beneath the belly of Maverick's F-18. "I'm having lots of fun." Falling into position behind him, she pressed the trigger of her gun, "That's a kill, Mav." Raven was ecstatic; she just beat her idol at his own game.

The aviators back on base jumped with excitement after hearing word of Raven's accomplishment. It may not have been them that got to shoot Captain Mitchell down, but at least one of their own did.

They repeated the exercise again with similar results. No one came close to beating Maverick, except Raven, who shot him down again. Maverick was genuinely impressed by the woman's skills. He had only ever seen maneuvers like that from himself. Hell, he thought some of her maneuvers were ones he had created. He understood the reluctance Warlock and Cyclone expressed earlier.

And similarly, Rooster went head to head with Maverick. He sent them into a downward spiral that quickly broke the hard deck rule as both men's pride and egos were too large to be the first to pull up. Maverick sent Rooster back to base for his two-hundred pushups.

Rooster was nowhere near his two hundredth pushup, but Officer Bernie "Hondo" Coleman took pity on the Lieutenant. "That's enough, Rooster." But Rooster didn't let up, still pushing his body to the brink of exhaustion. "Come on, man. That's enough." There was still no stop from the pilot on the ground, so Hondo decided to leave the man to his misery.

Finally, Bradley collapsed to the ground beneath him.

"Insubordination and flying below the hard deck. Now, that sounds more like me."

Bradley stood up, looking anywhere but the woman in front of him.

"Come on, Bradley. You can't let him get to you that easily. You're better than this."

His eyes snapped toward her. They were dark, clouded with anger, pride, and failure. The usual carefree, easygoing nature of Bradley was gone. "Easy for you to say. You shot him down twice." There was an edge to his voice that Emerson was unfamiliar with. She couldn't recall a time when Bradley had actually shown any anger towards her.

"Are you seriously mad at me?" Emerson received no response. Bradley just stared off in the opposite direction, avoiding her gaze altogether. "If anyone should be mad here, it should be us."

That caught his attention. "And what is that supposed to mean?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"You're Nick Bradshaw's son! Hell, Maverick practically raised you! That puts all of us at a disadvantage!"

He was in her face now; Emerson could feel his hot breath on her face. His face was red, burning with anger. "When has being Goose's son ever put me at an advantage? He pulled my papers, Em!"

"I know that! Clearly, Mav didn't believe in you then, but look at you now! You're here! You proved him wrong!"

The anger on Bradley's face subsided as he reflected on her words, but before he could say anything else, Emerson stormed off.

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It was nighttime now. Only the glow of Emerson's TV illuminated the interior of her house. She was curled up on her couch watching a rerun of Friends that she had seen a million times, but it still managed to make her laugh. The show, along with the ebb and flow of the ocean outside, put Emerson at ease after the stressful day she had.

It had been several hours since her fight with Bradley, if she could even call it that. It wasn't like them to act in such a way, but she assumed it was the overbearing pressure of the mission and Maverick.

"Pivot!" Emerson yelled into the emptiness of her house, mocking the character Ross Geller.

She was interrupted by a familiar rhythmic knock on her front door. She didn't bother to look through the peephole; she knew who would be standing outside her door.

On her front porch stood Bradley with a box of donuts in his hand. "I'm sorry," he said upon Emerson opening the door.

"You think you can just come over in the middle of the night with donuts and expect me to forgive you?"

Bradley's usual smirk rested on his face and Emerson rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, too. I never should have brought up your dad like that."

Bradley stepped into her doorway, dropping the box of donuts on her floor. He kicked her door closed with his foot and threw Emerson over his shoulder. A surprise squeal escaped her lips as he carried her to her bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed.

"Let's never fight again," he said planting a soft kiss on her lips, but soon beginning the familiar trek down her neck.

"You know I actually wanted to eat those."

His hand slid up the inside of her thigh, and Emerson let out a moan, "On second thought, I think this is a much better treat."

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chewytongue · 1 year

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Go off about any or all of Miriams family honestly

*bites u* <3

so, apologies in advance, this'll be long

we have Riri, Elaine's PC in the campaign, she was dropped at a monk dojo in the mortal plane as a baby, she's a monk and has recently taken on a lvl in warlock with Lil' Gus (yeah, her husband) as her patron. she's a minor celebrity, a musician called Fireball, she accidentally caused the destruction of a major city by throwing a fireball in the middle of a forest, she doesn't ask a lot of questions, loves getting into fights, she went through a bigfoot portal and met an alternate version of herself who now hates her, she was killed by powerful beings that control time, her dad has brought her back to life several times, she went to astral prison, the prosecutor on her case rage quit and wants to kill her.

her dad, Abraham, is a sad, sad son of a bitch. he grew up in the void and left for the mortal plane to get out of an arranged marriage. he met Bimmy Juffett (Riri's godfather) and fell in love with the sun and the sea. he's his mom's "soft boy", his brother hates him for being the favourite, his dad is disappointed in him for so many reasons. he is his dad's business accountant while in the void and was Bimmy's tour manager during his time in the mortal plane. he and Bimmy went to astral prison for 50 years for events they don't remember and he was banished to the void upon his release. he misses the sun every day of his life, he misses good food and the ocean, he has a therapist that makes sure he always has salt (they don't season food in the void and only eat meats (specifically humanoid)), he has a hard time keeping food down. he made Riri out of coal and sent her into the mortal plane so a piece of him could be there. every time he's brought her back to life it's pushed out the soul that was in the piece of coal (Tabitha and Kiera are the results of this). he's back in the astral prison after bringing Riri back when the time lords killed her, he prefers prison to the void.

Miriam, Riri's cousin, is obsessed with Fireball and reached out to Riri after Abraham was taken to prison. said shit like "do you eat? sleep? do you need to? do you bleed? do you dream?" in her first letter. she's a 100yr old teenager, loves to go to raves and listen to loud music. her father crushed all the parts of her personality he saw himself in and she believes that he's the reason people have such a hard time liking or getting along with her. she has many questions to ask, her dad allows her 3 Qs every 15 hours. she sees no problem with cannibalism as it's commonplace in the void, she loves hunting with her grandpa, she asked Riri if she could butcher and eat her, convinced the party to stay for a Night to Forget and with the help of her grandpa had the party kidnapped by poachers so they could hunt them in a giant arena. the party left her in the void and took her fiancee with them but she teleported to the mortal plane by herself and has joined the party on their travels. she has the skull of her stillborn uncle on her desk.

Ira, Miriam's mom, is a milf and a freelance organ harvester, she grew up in the funeral home and married Elijah for money and because he let her step on him in the bedroom, she's unfaithful (her father-in-law wouldn't have it any other way), she cheated on Elijah a week before their wedding with Abraham during a night to forget and wasn't subtle when she hid the evidence of the hook up since she didn't care if Elijah found it cause she knew he'd be too chickenshit to say anything about it. she's a short queen.

Elijah, Abraham's brother, is a dick, hated Abraham since he was a baby. when he was young he attended a fashion show with his dad and ended up releasing dinner (several humanoids), causing a whole scene, it embarrassed Ezekiel even though it livened up the event and most of the attendants remember it fondly, Ezekiel never forgave Elijah for the mistake and he's spent his life trying to make up for it, hanging on his dad's every word, never arguing, and hating Abraham for how easy he had things, at least from Elijah's pov. he's terrible at making friends, a poor conversationalist, he paid a stranger to be his best man because he refused to have it be Abe. he refused to let Miriam around Abe when he first returned to the mortal plane. He is in the midst of dying! his dad bought a parasite to replace him (Emerick), when the parasite was in and the fight was lost Elijah (obviously) started crying, his dad told him not to waste his last moments in control crying, then he told Elijah it would make him very happy if he'd let go, and Elijah did, handing control of his body to Emerick within moments when it can take days. (elijah: left, emerick: right)

Ezekiel, Miriam’s grandpa, comes from the lower class, he met Talia when she was visiting his hometown and she asked him for directions. ate the flesh of his great grandfather. his father told him he thought Talia was going to kill and eat him when he went to meet her parents. hates his dad and how he's always treated his mom. almost killed him at his and Talia's wedding. decided having another kid would be great, actually, after Elijah's indecent at the show. created a business making servants out of coal since wealthy families eating their of so fleshy servants is/was an issue. hates crying. thinks that a competitive spirit between siblings is healthy. favourite son dead son, never let him down and didn't even cry once. loves hunting and taking Miriam to the arena. doesn't consider Riri a real person but is very impressed by Abraham's craftsmanship. goes to hell for fun and is lovers with Satan. one of his favourite films is Cats(2019) and has read all of Twilight and is writing a fix-it fic.

Talia stalked Ezekiel to work when she saw him the day after she asked him for directions. She believes in soulmates and love at first sight. She asked Ezekiel out while he was working. She told Ezekiel on their first date that she’d been stalking him and he thought it was hot. she loves crawling on the walls and ceilings, watching people sleep and chasing her husband around the house while shooting at him. she sounds like Moira Rose. she's not familiar with consequences and isn't one to hold her tongue. told Ezekiel to "do what he thinks is best" when he brought up replacing Elijah with a parasite. she might not be a good mother, but she doesn't want too believe it.

Tamara, Ezekiel's sister, has mostly cut herself off from the rest of her family, she visits to spend time with Talia and her friends on very rare occasions but can't really stand her. she has a therapy hell hound named Chauncey. she visits the mortal plane sometimes and helped Abe get there when he ran away from his engagement. she's got a lot of trust issues and ran away a lot when she was a teenager, Ezekiel would often be sent to find her and would threaten to kill her if she didn't come home with him.

Oberon could crawl on the walls and ceiling, he and Zariah are old money, he lived in the mansion his whole life, he was a very imposing figure and got torn limb from limb by a mob of peasants

Zariah, Talia’s mother, is the kind of woman that chain smokes and eats the butts of her cigarettes. she has very long nails and loves to get in people’s personal space. kind of bitch that pushes children into pools. has a way with rot, there's always been rot in the foundation of the mansion and she kept it at bay, passing on her knowledge to Ezekiel when he moved into the home. she moved out after Oberon died cause she couldn't stand to be reminded of him wherever she looked.

Solomon, Ezekiel and Tamara's father, is a bitch, both his children hate him, he’s gaslit his wife into believing her children died in an accident, or in childbirth, whatever he's feeling in the moment, he never wanted children in the first place but saw them as a great opportunity to shatter her sanity further than he already had. he insists that Uma wouldn't be able to function without him, and that making her believe she never had children is better than letting her fret over their safety when they're gone from home for long stretches of time. he killed his grandfather and brought him home to eat with his family so they could absorb his abilities when Ezekiel and his sister, Tamara, were young. he saved a bunch of drugs from a night to forget and gave them to his wife during Ezekiel and Talia’s wedding so she wouldn’t remember it. since then he's tried to gaslight his kids into believing their mother is dead. he showed up to Elijah's wedding because Ezekiel sends his mom letters in hopes that she'll find one before Solomon does. he's a cunt.

Uma’s never met any of her grandchildren or great grandchildren. Ezekiel still writes her letters in hopes she’ll find one before his dad gets to it, she never has. she worships the HOLE, she’s very skittish and frets for her family’s well-being whenever they are away. of course now that they're moved out she’s been gaslit into believing her children were but hallucinations she only ever need worry about Solomon, not that he didn't do the same while they were home. as a result she was a very absent mother. she doesn't leave the house and is completely reliant on Solomon.

and that's the fam! totally normal and healthy family

#dnd #long post #asks #skydog64 #godless campaign #dnd characters

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satyr-gardens · 10 months

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The Dark King

Cadmus sat upon his throne, draped in his black and gold robes. His hand tightly gripped a powerful staff adorned with an orb at the top, pulsing between shades of green and purple that were difficult to look at. The Dark King was a sight to behold, with a sharp jawline and piercing acid green eyes. However, his presence was also terrifying, amplified by the throne room's ominous atmosphere. The room was adorned with obsidian stonework, featuring gargoyles and imps glowering down from above.

"L-lord Cadmus, my liege," a royal messenger stammered, bowing before the king.

In response, Cadmus offered a rarely seen polite nod. "What is it?" he asked.

"Y-your Father, the Sky King, sends a request for an audience," the messenger replied meekly.

"WHAT?!" Cadmus exclaimed, his frustration evident as he picked up his staff and slammed it down upon the beautiful marble floor, causing a loud crack that shook the room. "Ugh, but I don't wanna..." he whined, sliding back into his throne like a petulant child. "What does he want now?"

The messenger shrugged, uncertain of the Sky King's intentions. "He said lunch? He also mentioned that, while you keep vampires as your subjects who at least go out at night to feast and have fun, he put 'fun' in air quotes and remarked that your Grace's tendency to stay indoors isn't very healthy."

Cadmus let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah," he grumbled. He couldn't deny that he had been spending a significant amount of time indoors, but with the scorching sun during the sunfall season, even the nights were uncomfortably hot, and he despised the heat—unless it was in his royal bath. "It would be just like him to comment on my lack of activities... Fine, accept his request and schedule lunch for tomorrow at someplace tolerable."

Despite the initial impression one might have of Cadmus, the Dark King, as an evil warlock overlord, the truth couldn't be further from that perception. In reality, Cadmus was a benevolent ruler with a penchant for dark and threatening aesthetics. For example, he had a torture chamber within his kingdom, but it remained empty as he couldn't find anyone deserving of such punishment. Even when he embarked on conquests to expand his kingdom, he did so through diplomatic means.

Initially, the sight of Cadmus's soldiers arriving in towns and villages with their ominous black wings and talon-like claws instilled fear in the hearts of the people. However, those fears gradually subsided as it became apparent that the soldiers were carrying essential supplies, food, medicines, and other necessities. Over time, even the younger subjects came to find solace and comfort in the dark and seemingly malevolent aesthetic that surrounded Cadmus and his kingdom.

The reason for Cadmus's petulant and foul mood stemmed from his latest endeavor to improve the livability of his kingdom—a sanitation effort known as the "Sewer system." Cadmus had witnessed the efficiency and brilliance of such a system in his father's Sky kingdom, though he had no intention of admitting this to his father.

Cadmus believed that implementing a sewer system in his own kingdom would greatly enhance the cleanliness and overall well-being of his subjects. However, the project was proving to be more challenging and frustrating than he had anticipated. The complexities of designing and constructing an efficient sewer system were testing his patience, and he found himself grappling with the details and logistical issues involved.

Amidst his vexation, Cadmus couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the thought that his father's kingdom had effortlessly implemented such a system, while he struggled to do the same. Nevertheless, determined to improve the living conditions for his subjects, he persevered, albeit with a rather sulky disposition.

Cadmus let out a sigh, rising from his throne and exiting the hall. An attentive Imp attendant followed closely behind, ensuring that the Dark King's long robe didn't drag or get caught on anything. He arrived at a prominently displayed Crystal ball, setting it up on an ornate stand and raising his staff aloft before inserting it into the stand. The pulsating light from the staff's orb transferred into the Crystal ball, causing it to pulse with energy. Cadmus began to wave his hands above the ball while reciting an incantation.

"I call upon the forces in the aether, to contact one of my blood. Spirits of connection, let me speak to my brother Karnus."

The light within the crystal ball swirled and shifted, briefly showing a horrific beast with sharp fangs before fading away, revealing a young man in a precarious situation. Karnus stared back at Cadmus, whispering, "Cadmus... I'm not in the best situation at the moment..."

"Well, what are yo—"

"Shut the fuck up... Man," Karnus interrupted curtly. "Look, give me a second."

Puzzled, Cadmus watched as Karnus moved around the crystal ball, eventually realizing that his brother was standing on the edge of a tall building with a dagger in his hand. Shocked by the sight, Cadmus whispered, "What the fuck are you doing?!"

Karnus remained silent, focusing on finding solid footing on a larger outcropping. He ignored the mirrored surface of a nearby window, which reflected his older brother's image. Finally, he found a secure position and replied, "Guild business, what does it look like?"

Cadmus pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. "I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times... The Thieves Guild is not a recognized organization! Couldn't you just find your thrill in the Adventurer's Guild like everyone else?"

"I could, but why would I want to be like everyone else? Besides, the Adventurer's Guild is overrun with jackass wannabe paladins," Karnus retorted. "Now, what's with the call? Do you have any idea what time it is?" He rummaged through his belt, searching for something.

"...Why did I call you?... Oh yes. Has Father contacted you?"

"Regarding what?" came Karnus's curt response.

"I don't know what goes through his mind; he's so scatterbrained."

"A trait you share in spades, dearest brother. No, Dad hasn't contacted me. Why does it matter?"

"Because he contacted me, and I wanted to make sure this wasn't a family affair I was unaware of."

"Well, if it were, I'm sure half the world would know. You know how he loves his parties," Karnus said, leaping from the edge of the building, which startled Cadmus.

"KARNUS!" Cadmus screamed-whispered at the Crystal ball, waving his hand somewhat frantically. He watched as his brother fell past several windows, only to realize that Karnus was wearing a harness and had a rope. Karnus stopped and flashed a cheeky grin at another window, where Cadmus's pale face had turned stony white, glaring at him. "That wasn't funny."

"You are a worrywart. Besides, you know we're mostly immortal," Karnus replied, repelling down the building even further.

"Yeah, 'mostly' doesn't stop us from turning into paste on a sidewalk," Cadmus muttered with concern.

"Listen, Caddy," Karnus began, his tone softened. "When was the last time you even had a meeting with him? Hell, with any of us? You have a bad habit of shutting the world away and overworking yourself—a trait Dad also shares with you. He's just worried, no ulterior motive... well, maybe except the occasional suitor, but honestly, I don't know anyone, aside from the demons you summon, who can last five minutes in the same room as you."

"Fuck you," Cadmus replied, feeling a mix of irritation and resignation.

"Aww, Caddy, fuck you too," Karnus said cheerily, flipping him off. "Goodbye, bro." He waved his hand, causing the crystal ball to turn translucent again, severing the connection between them.

Cadmus stood there, staring at the now empty crystal ball, a mix of emotions swirling within him. He couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in Karnus's words. Perhaps it was time for him to step out of his self-imposed isolation and reconnect.

@passimtemere

#Drabble #cadmus dolore #karnus #passemtemere #A!U

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wdjnh · 1 year

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hey, all! i'm really excited to see everyone’s take on the supernatural trope & the plots that will come with it!! i’m last year in uni currently so i get quite busy during the weekdays but i can always be found on discord/twt (ask for either!) and here, though i’ve the preference for the first two! i had the hardest time choosing between bringing a witch or a vampire to the group, but i've settled with the former; you can view my boy’s stats here, and more trivia + plots underneath the cut. happy writing!

song junha. 2000. nobody expects him to sound like #that when he speaks.

sun in scorpio, moon in pisces, scorpio rising for my astrology girlies

born a witch — or a warlock, however you’d prefer. his magic is inherently nonviolent, being able to do all of the witch-y stuff that comes with the status, and also having the gift of healing & resurgence. from the two, the latter is reserved to just smaller animals and greenery; he can’t bring a dead person back to life, nor can he turn a vampire back into a human. also kinda shortening his own life by doing it but the dude is NOT aware … rip

with a little of research and a little of magic razzle dazzle, he’s basically lied to his parents two years ago that he’s attending uni on jeju; in truth, he’s here to learn more about magic and his own abilities, even if he’s a lone wolf witch and hasn’t joined a coven — out of own ignorance and lack of knowledge that a coven could actually benefit him. he also just vibes with jeju

works as a bartender at [insert cafe name here] and, whilst the manager isn’t looking, also sells charms, potions, herbs, etcetera to those who want to pay. it’s an extra way to earn money so look the other way

probably learned english by listening to nirvana. i cannot confirm or deny .

vegan and has been one since 16!

he has a black cat he calls mouse! but he feeds many animals that come by the ground floor apartment he lives in so the actual count of pets is much bigger

if you see him talking to himself — he’s actually speaking with a near-by animal; being able to understand their speech. by the way, eavesdropping is so rude? and yeah, he gossips with animals. they all know your deepest secrets uve confessed to him!

the type to read a book while working the closing shift. except there are brooms around him seemingly moving on their own. and yes, junha will tell you you’re definitely drunk and imagining things, even though you haven’t touched the alcohol entire evening. uses magic for a lot of everyday tasks that ... really don't require it

as far as his personality goes, he’s a little mysterious, loves innocent mischief (oxymoron?), vulpine; a bit of a cat himself. while he’s not easily trusting of others, especially other non-human entities, he tries approaching everyone with the same neutrality. i’m not very poetic but i’d describe him as fleeting, haze-y, spontaneous individual, alike a breeze in early days of summer. however, if wronged, junha can become very spiteful, doesn't fear hexing people and will do it (threatening)

#1 anti-romantic. absolutely refuses to brew love potions !!!!

as far as the conflict on the island goes, he’s very much neutral, which is almost selfish too; if you don’t hurt him, he won’t hurt you type of an ordeal. or at least, it’s how he’s felt initially — with each passing day and them growing stronger and more evident, he is questioning his stance regarding it; and what it means for him and... how should he act, if it comes down to it

some plots, which may not be the best, but at least they’re there,

he’s a bartender, so from this, any kind of a plot can happen! maybe your character is someone who keeps coming right before closing hours, or they’re looking for a shoulder to lean on, want to buy witchy stuff, etcetera

frenemies ♥

he’s trying to lift another witch’s curse off of someone, without realizing he’s dealing with a hex from someone far more powerful than him. without realizing when he’s standing in that witch’s vicinity, either

maybe one of the animals that he tends to isn’t really all that innocent and it’s actually a gumiho, or the wolf that keeps howling in the night and junha keeps leaving it water is actually a werewolf :’)

fae fae fae he’d love (ha!) their tricks and mischief :’) he’d try to learn something from them too,,,

(megamind meme) covenless? try to recruit him . persuade him . offer him vegan cookies for the dark side

i’d actually love of a vampire to bug him so if anyone’s got one that’s not pure evil that would kill him…

someone to make him believe in love, platonic or romantic

anything else,,, he can befall into the slice of life plots and something more scary / supernatural so im all ears if YOU have ideas (that are def better than these djsiadjsia)

#wd.intro #[ hai hai.. this post is queued as i'm (snore) mimi right now... be damned timezones!!#[ ill read everyone's intros and tend to messages when i wake up!!! sorry </3

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unlikelyandco · 2 years

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@gevaud4n asked:

Alaric was like a prized white deer.

Oh so alluring- and oh so elusive. He had felled plenty of Seraph's men in that damned forest, to the point he had forbade Samael to even linger at it's edge anymore. Seraph, to everyone else, painted the man a wild beast- to be killed at his hand.

But why did it always come to violence? No, a wild beast could still be tamed, could still be pressed into obediance and bow to him as ruler.

Perhaps that line of thoughts is why a rather meak man showed up in the forest. He wasn't quite a soldier, but he bore the colors of Seraph's army, even without the weapons. He held a letter out as he walked, nervously trying to call to whatever was in the forest.

In his hand, sealed with wax that was pressed into the shape of a star, and the envelope bearing a lipstick mark of a kiss to seal it, a letter laid. It's contents invited Alaric to a hunt among the royal gardens- no mention of what was the prey, nor the kind of hunt it was... only thr invitiation, time, and a demand for Alaric to meet him in the throne room- and that his men would escort him on the day if he wished.

The courier came out of the forest even more scared than he was when he ventured in, since the poor soul did not escape Alaric’s cruel jokes. But, the message was received and an answer was given - the Warlock was going to attend, though no escort was needed. He was going to have his own entrance, which could or could not please the Warlord, a little fact he had not relayed to the messenger.

On the day of the hunt, Alaric dragged out his best outfit - dark green robes, so dark they almost appeared black, cufflinks made out of skulls of small animals, black trousers, heeled, high boots with buttons on the side made out of bone. A couple layered scarfs from different but light fabrics in dark shades of green sat around his neck, some purposefully ripped to give them a messy look. In addition, he put a crown made of deer antlers atop his bright hair.

As cautious as he was going to be about this odd invitation, Alaric wanted to look his best. And if he needed to, he still was going to be able to fight at the top of his abilities, looking absolutely great. Maybe the Warlock was underestimating his opponent but since no one dared to even set foot in his forest since the last attempt, his Ego was quite swollen.

Alaric chose to be late, walking out of the cool of the forest already past the time of the meeting, but Seraph’s dominion wasn’t far, after all. He kept his wits about in case it was all a trap from the start but his way was most pleasant, though the Sun felt a bit too sharp for someone so used to the shadows of the trees.

With guards, who rushed after him through the corridors and until the throne room, Alaric barged inside. He stood in the doorway for a moment, clearly pleased with himself, before slowly, very slowly, approaching Seraph in his seat. Maybe playing on the other’s nerves wasn’t the best idea but he just couldn’t help himself.

“Warlord.” Alaric raised his chin, smirk lingering on his lips, no real regard for the Warlord in front of him showing in the tone. “I hope you managed to prepare everything with the additional time I have given you.”

#alaric | i know that you know that i know | evil au #gevaud4n

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daycare-vore-off · 1 year

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1) *Before I could even say goodbye, he disappeared into thin air, leaving me alone for the moment. I wasn't too sure how long he'd be away, especially considering he had matters of his kingdom to attend along with fetching one of eldrich Eclipse's warlocks, creating a strong numbing agent and spending time with his bird. Thinking he might be gone for some time, I decided to head to an area and get something to eat. It would probably be a good idea, especially if I was getting a tattoo soon.

2) Thumbing over the temporary marking, I start heading off to go and grab something to eat, wondering who he would bring. My guess was Sun, since sun tended be less of a gremlin then moon, but moon may be calmer. I hadn't met either version of these two, so I would just have to wait and see (I know that bird or little bird is his knickname for his reader, but it keeps sounding rude to me to refer to her as a bird XD I think that's just me being British though) ~Shy

*there's the smell of something cooking coming from the direction the daycare dorms are, will you go investigate?*(you could always suggest another nickname when he returns if calling his reader a bird bothers you a bit too much)

#👾💧glitchdrop 👾💧#👑👾💧evil king au

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arjaandsimoni · 1 year

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An American Warlock in Jaipur

A private room in the Hyatt Regency in Cincinnati

Franklin Fullmoon stood at a window overlooking the riverfront. Cincinnati wouldn’t have been his first choice to visit in America, but even he had to admit the city did have some charm to it. Sitting on his bed was a claymore, still in its scabbard.

As he looked out across the river there was a knock on the door, “Enter.” he said, simply.

The door was opened by a member of his personal entourage, and Catherine Fullmoon walked in with Stephanie alongside her, the girl’s mood seeming very downcast, as if her mind was elsewhere.

“Alright dad, we’re here. Steffi, tell him what you told me.” she nodded to her daughter.

Stephanie shrugged, glancing away, “Arja told me she didn’t want me there if I was gonna cause trouble for her… said it wasn’t worth getting people attacking her and her family. She bought me a plane ticket home and sent me back.” she muttered.

Franklin turned to his granddaughter, nodding. “Hm… I see, and your… ignoring my rules about Fullmoon women using magic?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She looked down, “… sorry grandpa, I won’t do it again…” she replied.

“Hm… well, one thing left to address then. You say that Arja bought you a ticket back to the United States… but why did you go to England first?” he asked.

Catherine looked at her father in surprise, “… she what?” she asked.

“Oh? Stephanie didn’t tell you? My men saw her and her little ‘Arja’ friend in London heading into the Nightside.” he nodded, “And then Stephanie came out and went to London International, alone.” he nodded, then held up a hand before Catherine could speak, “Approximately two hours later, Arja left the Nightside… with another girl of Indian descent.” he replied, “Who was the other girl Stephanie?” he asked.

Stephanie blinked slowly, “… I… dunno… I…” she started.

“Arja came in with just you but left with someone she didn’t go in with. I find this highly suspect.” he frowned… then he paused. There was something off about his granddaughter. She looked like she didn’t fit, like an image on an older TV set that was slightly out of tune. He nodded firmly, “Stephanie, come here.”

Catherine looked between them, she could feel the meeting going sideways, “Dad, we came out like you asked…” she started.

Franklin ignored her, “Stephanie, come here this instant.” he snapped.

Stephanie slowly walked forward, her face showing confusion and the moment she drew close to the bed there was a strange sort of snapping noise.

Franklin’s eyes widened as Catherine stumbled back, gasping.

Where Stephanie had been standing was a sort of fake person! An artificial creature made of sticks and sackcloth, a face painted onto a cloth head and wooden limbs with wicker hands and feet, the body swirling with shadows like clouds moving across a sun. The creature looked over itself as if seeing it for the first time, then stared up at Franklin.

“G-grandpa?” it asked, sounding scared. Its voice was distorted, like an old record that had been left in the sun until it warped.

“A fetch! A bloody fetch!” he snarled, stomping forward and gripping it around the throat, lifting it off the ground. The fake Stephanie struggled as Franklin grabbed its legs in his other hand, and pulled with all his inborn strength!

There was a tearing sound as the makeshift creature screamed and cried out, “MOM! HELP ME! IT HURTS! IT HUUUURTS!!!” Suddenly, a burst of shadows erupted from inside it as the elderly patriarch tore it apart, then it went limp as he tossed it to the floor in two separate pieces.

“I knew it. She tried to trick me!” he snarled, “That other girl, the one that left with Arja, is the real Stephanie! I’m sure of it!”

Catherine stared at her father in horror, then at the ruined body of her daughter’s fetch… she almost swore one of its wicker hands tried to reach for her before going limp.

“Catherine, leave. I have business to attend to.” he nodded curtly to her.

“Dad, wait please… I… I didn’t know! She looked real!” she protested.

“This no longer concerns you. Go, leave now and forget you ever had a daughter.” he glared.

“Dad wait! This is going too far! If she’s not even in America now maybe she’ll just stay there! You can just pretend she left the Clan entirely!” she shook her head, stepping forward.

He turned and stared at her, “Kevin! Johnathan!” he called into the hall as two men in suits walked in, “Escort my daughter from the hotel, all the way back to her home if necessary.” he nodded.

Two sets of hands grabbed Catherine’s arms, “Dad! PLEASE!” she shouted as Franklin pulled out a smartphone.

He dialed a number and said, “I have confirmation, Stephanie is still in India. Move in immediately, no restrictions on civilian casualties.”

Half an hour later a car pulled up infront of her home in Edgewood and she was all but shoved out before it sped away. Catherine shook her head, “No no no…” she took a deep breath, “… I have to call my son…” she nodded, and all but ran into her house.

Jaipur India

There was a tremendous crash as Arja flew backwards into a stall in her vanara form, fresh fruit bouncing away into the streets as people fled the square in a panic, Simoni trying to stay close to her as she looked between the Fullmoon agents. All of them had loaded handguns and swords, all of them had arrived via unofficial channels. Franklin wanted this one totally untraceable and off the books, but the message was clear. To hell with Arja’s ‘protection.’

The monkey girl snarled, scrambling out of the wreckage. “Did he think I was bluffing?!” she shrieked like an angry chimpanzee, then she ducked as four gunshots cracked off in unison and the wall behind her shot up fragments of brick, she rolled, the girl staying near Stephanie who let out a loud birdlike cry as a blast of air smashed into the face of one of the men, knocking him flying as Arja conjured a pair of softball sized flames in her clawed hands.

They had been shopping for some snacks to take back to the mansion at a local open air market, Arja wanting to show Simoni some of her favorite Bollywood films tonight. They may not have the high-end special effects budget of American movies, but they were as bright and colorful as her city with spectacular dance numbers and incredibly campy combat scenes; half musical, half parody, and a hell of a lot of fun… but now…

There were a few craters in the ground, these ones weren’t concerned with collateral damage or scaring the mundanes, their goal was nothing less than cold hard murder. They had a target and orders to kill it, damn the consequences.

Arja snarled and their guns cracked off again, but Simoni let out another cry and a swirling blast of wind erupted infront of Arja, sending the leaden missiles ricocheting off randomly, one of them almost taking one of the Fullmoon’s ears off!

“I don’t CARE about going home! I’ll just stay in Jaipur! Why does he want me dead so badly?!” she demanded.

The leader shrugged, “Hells if I know girl, the patri-…” he started.

Arja growled and cut him off, “Yeah yeah we heard it from the last one! Patriarch’s word is law! DO YOU PEOPLE EVER THINK FOR YOURSELVES?!” and then she heard a skittering sound and looked down. A grenade rolled to a stop at her feet, green and round and far too close to get away from in time. “OH SH-…” she started, then suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder and Simoni’s, and the world turned inside out. “… it?” finished Arja, then she covered her head as the grenade went off… a good hundred and fifty feet away.

She looked around in confusion, then noticed Simoni’s expression, “I know that trick…” Simoni whispered, looking behind them…

Standing there was a girl with dusky skin and a massive shock of hair in a bright carrot orange, wearing a sock hat over her head and shining aviator sunglasses. She had on a teeshirt bearing the legend ‘Imagination is the only weapon in the war with reality,’ and a pair of baggy jeans covered her bottom half.

The newcomer whistled, lowering her sunglasses enough to reveal shining yellow eyes with vertical slits for pupils as she gave Simoni the once over, “Now that is an extreme makeover.” she grinned, as only she could grin.

“Dawn!” she shouted, “And if you’re here…” she looked back at the square where the Fullmoon agents were already taking aim… then one of them suddenly cried out as a crimson tendril lashed around his throat, lifting him into the air, then slamming him hard against a wall once, twice, and then hard enough to crack it before throwing him back at the others!

“HEY ASSHOLES!” came a loud angry voice. “Kinda weird being on the outside of one of that old bastard’s kill squads for once buuuuut…”

Striding into view was a man in a teeshirt with the name of a Jazz bar in New Orleans, a pair of well-worn and patched jeans, and a messenger bag over his shoulder, a baseball cap shading his eyes. He wore a pair of glasses over them as well, and his hands sported large gauze pads tied to the palms, a pair of sturdy combat boots on his feet. His hair was cut short, and a full beard covered his face (he’d began growing it out after getting some rather nasty claw marks there. It beat having kids cry when they saw him.) “For any of you who don’t know, the name's Nelen. You know who I am, what I am, and what I can do… next one of you that pulls a trigger ain’t getting back up! GOT IT?” he snarled.

The three men turned to him and Arja caught one of them saying ‘the warlock,’ and then all the guns were pointed at him.

He shrugged, “So be it.” he replied, “Dawn? C.S.F!” he called out.

Dawn grinned, “Ooo, been wanting to try this one!” she cackled, vanishing as the guns began firing rapidly. There was a flash of crimson and Nelen was hidden behind a wall of semi-solid blood-like liquid, the bullets slamming into it but their impacts being absorbed by the strange semi-solid mass.

She reappeared next to Nelen, then held up her fingers and flexed. Ten small sharp claws emerged from them. “Gimme some nail polish big guy!” she nodded. Nelen tried to maintain the shield with one hand, stumbling a bit as the bullets began to hit harder, and pointed a palm at Dawn. A tendril came out and slashed across her claw tips, coating them in Merihim’s substance and she vanished.

Nelen waited until he heard the shots pause, then ran for cover as they reloaded. “Ignore the other two for now! If we kill him we’ll be heroes among the Clan!” shouted their leader as they ratcheted a clip of bullets into place. These ones were different though, blessed silver tips with a cross etched into each one, proven demon-slayers (or at least they'd really hurt one!)

But then suddenly Dawn appeared on his shoulders, “Surprise!” she shouted, slashing him across the face with her claws, then as his friend turned to face her she got him with her other hand, then vanished and reappeared ontop of a nearby building. “Three… two… boom!” she grinned.

Both the men she’d clawed suddenly spasmed all over, their eyes starting to bleed as they coughed and gasped for breath, their connective tissues crumbling inside them! “AUGH! W-wha… c-can’t breathe…” one gasped as he fell to the ground, another trying to aim his gun, but the shot went wild and the kickback knocked it out of his hand as he collapsed as well, his chest heaving… but Dawn only had two sets of claws and there was a third Fullmoon agent!

He drew a bead on Nelen, only long enough for Arja to dive at him and kick him hard in the back of the head, then land on all fours behind him. She stood, conjured another basketball sized flame, then threw it at his head with force!

The Fullmoon man struggled to recover from the brain-rattling kick, but Nelen lashed out and grabbed him around the throat with a blood-tendril! With a loud FWOOSH the fireball hit home! He went down headless!

Dawn reappeared next to Nelen, then held up a hand, “Up high big guy.” she nodded, and they did a quick high five, “C. S. F.” she grinned, then slashed with one set of claws, “Cat!” she slashed with the other set, “Scratch!” she pointed dramatically at the fallen Fullmoon agents, “FEVER!” she grinned.

Arja thought for a moment, then asked, “… isn’t that what you get if a cat scratches you after they get their paws all dirty using a litterbox?”

Dawn paused, then frowned and glared at her, “… well, that takes the cool out of it.” she grumbled, her shoulders sagging.

Simoni jumped off the roof and whistled up a quick burst of wind to catch her as she landed, jogging over, “Nelen! Dawn! Thank you guys so much, I really thought we might be in trouble…” she paused as both of them turned to her, their expressions not exactly friendly.

“Hey Nelen, doesn’t this random Indian girl we don’t know sound REALLY familiar?” asked Dawn, raising an eyebrow.

“Yanno Dawn, she kinda DOES sound familiar…” he grumbled, standing up and looking at her with his hands on his hips, frowning, “Infact, she sounds EXACTLY like that sister of mine we got a frantic two in the morning call from my mom about. Yanno, that call that had us tearing through the Nightside for an hour and a half trying desperately to find that sister.” he nodded, “I daresay she looks just like someone I almost STEAMROLLED into trying to find my very Irish-American sister…”

“Oh… ehheh….” she laughed nervously, “Uh… I-I can explain…”

Dawn gave a slow sarcastic nod, tapping her chin dramatically, “Yeaaaaaaaaah, the one who had us up all night while you tried all those locator charms and stuff and none of them seemed to work for some weird reason.” she hissed, her tail thrashing angrily behind her.

“Yeah, tried my hair, my nail clippings, but it was like any familial sympathetic links just… weren’t working right, almost as if someone got a makeover all the way down to the genetic level…” he frowned at her, leaning in so his face was close to her’s. “How. About. THAT.”

Simoni blushed, “… um…”

Arja walked forward, “Hey, look she…” but was stopped as Nelen held up a hand.

“One. One fucking phone call, one text message, SOMEthing. ‘I’m okay, I have a plan, I’ll tell you later.’ That’s ALL I needed sis. ONE.” he growled, “Mom called us, Franklin knows that the ‘you’ that went home was a fetch. He tore it in HALF infront of her and immediately sent those guys…” he pointed to the four warriors laying in a heap, “… before tossing her out of the hotel on her ear.”

Simoni winced, looking away, “She… I mean… all my witch stuff…” she muttered.

“Steffi. I’m a godsdamn walking convenience store for occult bullshit! I would have helped you get it back if you’d just ASKED.” he growled, “What. In all the hells! Got you to run off to INDIA of all damn places and get THIS…” he gestured to her, “… done? It can’t just be because of gramps! You could have come to me and Loren! I could have helped you hide out in the Nightside! There’s a DOZEN different ways we could have taken care of this! Why INDIA?!” he demanded, waving his arms around at everything around them, “Of all places why the hells INDIA?!”

Simoni shook all over, chewing her lip anxiously, then blurted out loudly, “BECAUSE ARJA WAS LEAVING AND I DIDN’T WANT TO LOSE HER!”

At this Nelen and Dawn paused, then their heads turned to Arja. The monkey girl shed her fur, changing back into a human, then walked next to Simoni and took her hand in her own, glaring at them in defiance.

Nelen blinked slowly, looking them over, as he did the math in his head.

Ran off to India + Indian girl holding her hand + what she just said = … oh of all the Disney movie bullshit...

“… o… kay…” he glanced at Arja, then at Simoni. “I can honestly say I didn’t see THAT coming…” he muttered.

“It was right after me and mom had my fight, Arja and I had been hanging out in Cincinnati all day and we were gonna meet up again tomorrow, but she called me and said her dad got called back to India and she had to go and… I thought I’d never see her again and…” she trembled a bit.

Nelen raised an eyebrow at her, then looked at Arja. “You’re that girl she teamed up with to fight the Naga in Newport, aren’t you? Mom emailed me the article.” he said.

Arja nodded, “She backed up me and my dad without even hesitating, she and her cousin.”

Nelen nodded slowly, then looked at Simoni, “Oh yeah, about that… Steffi, did you tell him any of this?” he asked.

Simoni paused, her eyes going big. With all the chaos that had been happening she’d totally forgotten about her little would-be apprentice cousin. “… oops…”

Nelen sighed, “Well, that’s a whole other can of worms, but first and foremost…” he stood up, then pulled out his phone and dialed, “Roaming charges are going to be bloody murder…” he grumbled, “Mom, hey its me. No, I’m fine. I’m in Jaipur now, and I have someone who wants to talk to you…” he said in a way that implied Simoni WOULD talk to her, or he’d hold the phone to her ear and make her.

He held out the smartphone and Simoni blushed, taking it, “… h-hi mom…” she said in a small voice, walking over to the corner to talk to her.

Arja watched her go, then looked at Nelen, “She’s not leaving…” she growled in warning.

“Damn right she’s not.” he replied, “Franklin would be on her like a ghul on a corpse.” he nodded, “If nothing else this place is far enough removed from the West that our relatives stick out like sore thumbs here and the distance means we get at least a few days before he can muster another team… assuming he’s willing to throw away agents over and over. We’re a big clan, but we’re not limitless.”

Arja blinked, “Wait, you’re not here to take her back?” she asked.

Nelen looked at her, then snorted, “Kid, I can’t even go back, I haven’t been home in almost a decade! My lunatic of a grandfather would firebomb my parent’s house if I went home! I want her to be somewhere safe, and… well that doesn’t exist. This place is safer than Kentucky right now, good enough.” he nodded.

Dawn looked around, “Hey Wizzo, shouldn’t we get going on… yanno… cleanup?” she asked, jabbing a thumb at what was left of their assailants.

“Oh shit right. There’s scavengers and shit in the jungles right?” he asked Arja.

“Well yeah but you’re not supposed to…” she started but Nelen nodded to Dawn who grabbed the nearest one and vanished with a pop, then reappeared and did it again for each of the others, dusting her hands off when she got back. “… feed them…” she frowned.

“Ehhhh, beats digging a grave and hoping nobody finds it.” Dawn nodded with a smirk.

“Yeah, I’d rather the police here don’t ask questions about several corpses.” he nodded to Arja.

“No body, no crime, no need to do the time.” grinned Dawn.

Finally however, Simoni walked back over, “… I’m sorry, no really, I get it… you were just trying to protect me. I’ve gotta go, we gotta get lost before the mundy cops show up… love you too mom…” she blushed, hanging up the phone and handing it back to Nelen, then taking a deep breath.

Arja hugged her tightly, looking up at Nelen as if not trusting him to not try to take her away, and Nelen rolled his eyes, “Kid relax, I already said I’m not going to…” he nodded, “C’mon, lets get you two back to wherever you’re staying incase gramps sent backup.”

A bit later Arja and the others were greeted at the entrance to her mansion by her family’s guards. One walked forward and looked at Arja, “Arja, vahaan kya hua? Kaun hain ye videshee?” he asked, or at least thats how it sounded to Simoni who was still struggling horribly with the language.

Nelen nodded, walking forward and raising his hand, and then to everyone’s surprise he said, “Shahar mein pareshaanee ke lie khed hai. Mera naam Nelen Fullmoon hai, main usaka bhaee hoon.” In perfect Hindi, gesturing to Simoni.

Simoni stared at him, her eyes huge, and Arja looked impressed. She’d rarely heard a white guy speak her language that clearly.

“HOW THE HECK DID YOU DO THAT?!” shouted Simoni, “Every time I try to speak Hindi I wind up talking about feet!”

Dawn snorted, “What?”

“IT’S A COMPLEX LANGUAGE OKAY?!” she retorted at the cat.

Nelen held up a finger, then reached into his bag and took out a small silver ear clip. He leaned over and clipped it onto the upper earlobe of Simoni’s left ear. The girl felt a strange tingling run through her head, then Nelen said, “There, is that better?”

… except, he said it in Hindi still, and Simoni could understand him.

“… what.” she blinked, “How… what… huh?” she tried, though she realized that she was speaking it now as well, except her hindbrain seemed to translate it on the fly.

“I’ll explain inside. I’d imagine Arja’s father wants to have a word with us…” he nodded.

“Indeed he does Mister Nelen.” replied the guard, “This way, please.”

They followed him inside and Nelen took off his own earclip, showing Simoni the inside of it. It was inscribed with some sort of strange lettering, and yet she could clearly read it now… it was Hebrew, though she had no idea how she knew that. The inscription translated into ‘Protection from the Curse of Babel.’

Nelen put it back on and said, “Its like the old story, the Tower of Babel. Yahweh struck down humanity for attempting to build a tower to usurp Heaven and cursed them to speak in a multitude of tongues so they could never rise against him again. The ear clip does just what it says, it dispels the curse so that you can understand everyone and they can understand you. When you wear it you instinctively speak the other person’s native language.” he explained. “Dunno if there really is a curse, but its belief-based magic so if enough people believe it, it works.”

Arja whistled, “Okay, THAT is awesome. I want one.” she nodded.

Nelen reached into his bag, then tossed one to her, “Mazel tov.” he said.

She put it on, then said, “Okay say that again.”

He said it again.

Arja looked confused, “Good luck?” she asked.

Nelen shrugged, “It’s something Jewish people say to each other when they give each other gifts… guess its not a common thing around here.” he replied, his ears reddening a bit.

Dawn laughed, “Leave the jokes to me Gandalf.” she grinned, walking along next to them, her arms folded behind her head as the guard guided them to Rajesh’s study.

Rajesh was standing before his desk when they arrived, wearing a more traditional Indian Bandhgala in red with gold trim on it. “Good evening, Nelen Fullmoon. I’m glad to see not all of your family wishes to blow up buildings in my city.” he smiled at him.

Nelen sighed as Simoni winced, “Yeah, well we took care of those four at least. They won’t be back, ever.” replied the warlock.

Rajesh nodded in response, “Indeed, and you have my thanks for defending my daughter. However, I am beginning to seriously question if allowing your sister to remain here is a good idea I am afraid.” sighed the Indian man.

At this Arja started, “DAD! You said she could-…” she began as Rajesh held up a hand.

“Arja, I understand my dear, I truly do… but I said that before we got mad Irishmen throwing grenades around in Jaipur.” he replied, “If these men are so willing to risk the safety of others to get Simoni, I cannot in good conscience keep my original promise.”

Nelen frowned, “Yeah… sorry about that, my grandfather has enough stubbornness for a whole herd of donkeys… and access to military grade weaponry.”

Rajesh nodded, “I am truly sorry to have to ask this of you but ask I must. I need a reason to allow Simoni to stay here in spite of the danger. Please, sir, I do not wish to cause my daughter distress or risk an innocent girl’s life. Give me a reason I can use to avoid doing so.”

Nelen looked confused, glancing around him, “Sorry, who's Simoni?” he asked.

Rajesh tilted his head, “She… did not tell you?” he asked, glancing towards Simoni.

“Oh, um, yeah we didn’t get a chance… Stephanie Fullmoon really doesn’t… fit anymore… so I’m calling myself Simoni Barjar now. We figured if the fetch did work then I’d just be another face in the crowd to Franklin and…” she trailed off, then blinked, “Wait… I SHOULD just be another face! How did they know?!” she asked.

Nelen snapped his fingers, “And there’s the reason you wanted Rajesh.” he said, “They weren’t looking for my sister, they were after your daughter.” he nodded.

The Indian man’s eyes widened, “… of course.” he whispered, “I am a political figure, pictures of my family are easily found on Google… even if they don’t know what Simoni looks like now…” he paced infront of his desk, putting the pieces together.

“Exactly. They’ll just aim for Arja and anyone with her.” he nodded. “Mr. Barjar, if I may be blunt… my grandfather is insane. When he took over our family he changed our mission from defending humanity to wiping out any trace of the supernatural he could find. Even if I were to take Ste… well, Simoni and leave now, he’s got reason to come back after Arja instead. He may even assume that Simoni just changed her face again and is trying to hide as a different girl.”

Rajesh sighed, walking to his chair and sitting in it, rubbing his temples, “… it seems giving your sister sanctuary has put me in a very unfortunate situation. I have inadvertently painted a target on my own daughter’s back…” he frowned.

“It would have happened eventually, Franklin has been trying to push further east for years, now he just has a place to aim… but…” he nodded, “Let me make you this offer. Keep giving my sister sanctuary… and you get me and my partner in the bargain.” he nodded.

Rajesh sat up, “I beg your pardon?” he asked.

“I’ve been a contract hunter for the Wulfshead Pub for years now, and Dawn and I have been all over North America and a good chunk of the European Union fighting back supernatural threats. You’re a politician, right? ‘Hire’ me as bodyguard for Arja!” he nodded, “I know Clan Fullmoon, I know their tactics, their patterns, everything. I can help protect Arja, just like you helped protect Simoni. Franklin has been sending his men after me since I was a teenager and…” he patted his chest with both hands, “… not dead yet!”

Arja listened, then grinned and nodded, “He could dad! I saw him fight, he and that girl took down three of them easy! It was… um… kinda disturbing to be honest… but… he’s really strong!” she replied.

“He really is!” added Simoni, “He helped me and my cousin fight off one of the Fair Folk…” she paused, looking around, “Right… not common here, I’ll explain later… a REALLY powerful supernatural being last Spring back in America!”

Rajesh looked between them all, then sighed, “It is as you said Nelen, whether I will it or no, my family is now a target. I am truly not in a position to turn you down…” he nodded.

Simoni blushed at that, glancing away, and Rajesh noticed this. She felt as if a weight was settling on her, this was all her fault. Her grandfather was after her, and since he didn’t have a good way to spot her now that she looked like any other Indian girl to a westerner he would just send his men to kill Arja instead and try to take out anyone who didn’t immediately run away under the assumption that they were his granddaughter in disguise.

“Simoni… this is not your fault my dear. You are but a child.” he said to her, “When I asked your brother to give me a reason, I meant specifically something I could tell the other political figures in Jaipur to protect my family. Otherwise, they may try to force me to cast you out or attempt to use it to usurp my position. If I tell them that some madman from Europe is targeting my family specifically… I can request police protection. Perhaps more funding for my own personal staff. I do not have to tell them why your grandfather is doing it. I do not even need to act like I know.” he nodded, “It is not very honest but, well, I am a politician.” he smirked a bit, then looked at Nelen.

“As for your own battle prowess Nelen…” he smirked, “Tell me, is it still the same gorgon?” he asked.

Nelen blinked, “… come again?”

Rajesh grinned, “The barmaid, at the Wulfshead. It was a gorgon last, was it not? Greek woman named Clotho I believe, wore the same sunglasses as your companion…”

Nelen’s eyebrows went up, then he snapped his fingers, “Son of a…” he muttered, pointing at Rajesh with new recognition in his expression.

Dawn stared, lowering her glasses, “Wait… waaaaaaait… Nelen you said the name ‘Barjar’ sounded familiar…”

Rajesh smirked, “I had to abandon such things when Arja was born, family is far more important than adventure, but if you look at the ‘Scooby Doo’ board you may notice someone rather familiar in one of the older pictures… I believe the one I and my friends found was attempting to find a hidden treasure in a temple in Southern India by posing as a Vanara himself believe it or not. Iravati, Arja’s mother, and I travelled together in those days. He was very surprised to run into the real thing.” he chuckled.

Nelen smirked, “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, Dawn and I got one a few months back actually. Bank robber posing as the ghost of a woman accused of witchcraft in New Hampshire… chased him into the sewers and he damn near shit himself when he realized she wasn’t even human!” he said, jabbing a thumb at Dawn.

Rajesh grinned, his shoulder shaking, “This one ran at Iravati, and she just transformed and kicked him right between the legs! I never heard such a sound in all my years!” he laughed. “Vanara have very strong legs and arms… when one kicks you there, you stay kicked.”

Nelen grinned back, “I genuinely had no idea what the hell was going on when I pulled the mask off! I thought he was a changeling, then a vampire’s ghoul, then a mage… and all the while this little mundy guy is about ready to have a heart attack!”

Rajesh nodded, chuckling, “Yes, and then I held him down and Iravati got the camera and…”

Nelen, Rajesh, and Dawn all said it together, “Free drinks for a WEEK!”

Nelen grinned ear to ear, slapping his leg, “Son of a BITCH I know who you are! I mean, I know who you were but… hah! Man, they’re STILL telling stories about you! Shaman Bond says hi by the way.” he added.

“Shaman is still there? He is a good man. I hope he is well.” replied Rajesh.

“Well enough to impale a hobgoblin from behind with a sharpened fence post!” grinned Nelen.

The two men laughed, then sighed. “Yes yes, I can certainly say your qualifications are in order Nelen. I happily extend the offer of employment to you and your partner to be my daughter’s personal bodyguards… at least until these mad Irishmen stop coming after my family for reasons I certainly do not know.” he nodded, winking.

Nelen nodded, “And I accept. Honestly be nice to stop doing gig work for a while.” he replied, “And it’s not like I can’t pop back out for a drink sometime.”

Rajesh grinned, “Perhaps I may join you. See a few old friends.” he chuckled, “Well then Arja I…” he paused, looking around, “Arja? Simoni?” he said.

Dawn smirked, “They snuck out when you two started going into old man ‘back in the good ol’ days’ stuff.”

Rajesh smirked, “Yes… she does that when I have to talk to my business partners too.”

Downstairs, inside the house.

The house’s basement was basically one big rec room. In older times it would have been a place for servants to stay when they were not doing their duties. These days it’s simply a large TV room with a big comfy couch, a pool table a bit away, and other amenities for relaxation.

Arja flopped down onto the couch there and blew out her lips. “Huh… well, that worked out better than expected.” she nodded, “Is your mom still mad?” she asked.

Simoni sat down next to her, shaking her head, “More just freaked out by everything that’s happening, but not angry anymore. She apologized for burning all my stuff, said she was just scared and trying to protect me…” she nodded, “And, um… I guess… I kinda get why now. I mean, I never thought he'd actually go this far, sending the Clan to attack us in broad daylight and all. Even when Loren came after Nelen… I mean… I knew where he got his magic from so I figured it was more that than anything, but this…” she whistled and a breeze blew through the room, flipping the pages of a book left on the coffee table infront of the couch, “This is something any Fullmoon girl, and my cousin, are BORN with! Its as natural to us as having arms and legs! I have no idea WHY he’s so crazy about it!” she sighed, flopping back. “Its just… nuts. We can’t fight without it. Why would he purposefully cut the Clan’s power in half?”

Arja shrugged, putting her arm around Simoni’s shoulders, “Beats me, maybe your brother is right. Maybe he's just nuts.”

“He has to be… I mean he wants to wipe out any and all supernatural anythings, but he also wants to stop us using magic, but without magic we can’t even fight stuff like spirits, ghosts, and such…” she nodded, “Heck, we can’t even TOUCH them!” she added. “I just… have no clue what the heck is going on in his head…”

Arja sighed, pulling her into a hug, “Whatever it is, he won’t hurt you again. I promise.” she nodded.

Simoni laid her head on Arja’s shoulder, nodding and closing her eyes. The vanara girl smelled like spice and smoke to her, and the scent was calming to Simoni as she rested there. “… I’m scared Arja… I’ve fought horrible things before, but this isn’t how a hunter family should work. We should be protecting humanity, not fighting and killing each other.”

“Yeah…” she nodded, reaching a hand up and stroking over Simoni’s hair. “For now, we’re going to focus on keeping ourselves safe and keeping them out of Jaipur… if we hold out, we’ll get a chance to do something, strike back somehow. Like Nelen said, its not just you anymore. Even if you left, Franklin would come after me too…” she nodded, “But we’ve got your brother and his friend now, and he knows their tricks. We’ll find a way.”

Simoni nodded, reaching an arm around the girl’s waist and holding tight, pressing her head into her.

She remembered how eagerly she’d fought monsters back in America. Blasting the heartwood out of Isolde’s hedgeborn monstrosity and taunting the fae queen to her face… but this… somehow the idea of the elderly Fullmoon patriarch terrified her in a way she couldn’t describe.

Just his mere presence had a wrongness to it, a sort of strange terror… like he could hurt you in a way you’d never recover from. And the worst part would be that he would do it without any hesitation or remorse, one look at his face would tell anyone that. He saw anything supernatural as a foe to be defeated, even his own family.

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Defeat Black Magic Rituals & Witchcraft Blood Covenants

Witchcraft is the practice of magic, especially black magic—the use of spells.

These practices typically include sorcery or magic. Witchcraft traditionally means the use of supernatural powers to harm others or to control people or events. A practitioner of witchcraft is a witch (female) or a warlock (male). Witchcraft is classified as the communication with the devil or with a familiar spirit. Witchcraft rituals and practices that incorporate a belief in magic are associated especially with pagan religions and traditions such as Wicca. Wiccan priests and priestesses often attend interfaith meetings and are able to easily connect with people who practice Catholicism, Judaism, and Buddhism. These three religions have sects within them that actually pull some high-level witchcraft into their offshoot doctrines.

Many Wiccans will describe their faith as a revival of primitive pagan rituals, believing spiritual power comes from the sun, the moon, and the earth rather than from the God of the Bible. Many seemingly innocent items are actually used in the practice of witchcraft, including spellcasting stones and crystals. Many are sold as souvenirs to tourists. Other people unknowingly pick up items used in magic and philosophy. We will take a closer look at these types of objects later on in this book.

Witchcraft can be found in all professions and workplaces. Wiccans or people who practice witchcraft will often wear five-pointed stars called pentagrams and moon necklaces and other small signals to seek out and identity others. Anytime you see someone who is infatuated by the moon or constantly wearing clothing or jewelry associated with the moon, that person is either bound by the spirit of witchcraft unknowingly or they are actually a practicing witch. Wiccans see earth as endowed with powers and energies that humans can call upon and use for specific reasons or purposes through various rituals. In other words, this is how they cast spells. Intense meditation and concentration by individuals or the unified group is the core of spellcasting. Just as the Bible says, “For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there in the midst of them” (Matthew 18:20 NKJV), there is a specific atmosphere that is created when people come together, like-minded in agreement.

We see this with the tower of Babel. This is the only time recorded in the Bible when God came down and scattered their voices. When we look at the tower of Babel, we see that historically the building was only about 300 feet tall. When compared to today’s skyscrapers, 300 hundred feet is not really that tall. How was it that they were able to get God’s attention? How was it that they were able to get Him to say, “If I do not stop them, they will reach heaven”? If we look at the natural perspective, we understand that there was no way they could truly break out of the stratosphere into the solar system or outer space. That’s not logical. The natural atmosphere of earth would prevent that from actually happening. They would die from no oxygen and they would freeze to death because of the temperature in outer space.

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So how was it that they would have been able to reach heaven if they continued? Number one—the Bible says that they had all came together with one mind with one intention. That is the power of unity! Number two—at top of the tower were occult symbols and pentagrams by which they performed sacrifices, blood rituals, and sexual rituals. All of these are keys that allow illegal entry into the spirit realm. Certain occult symbols are literally keys that unlock atmospheres to the spirit realm. It is very common for satanic rituals, rituals performed by witches and people in the occult, to have symbolism as a very strong component to their ritual and the outcome they are seeking. Through the centuries, these specific symbols have not changed.

Blood Covenants

Another key component in these rituals is the shedding of blood. This is a very spiritual act. When Jesus shed His blood, it was an act that was done in the natural but it had impact for all of eternity because of the spiritual ramifications behind it. Although we don’t physically see the blood of Jesus, as believers His blood is our representative in the spirit realm. The blood carries life force. There is life in the blood. This is where the soul dwells. When we see Cain killing his righteous brother, Abel, the Bible says that Abel’s blood began to cry out from the ground. Blood is the life force. This is one reason why God gave a commandment in the Old Testament not to eat the blood of an animal because it is the life force of the animal. People who practice witchcraft and are in the occult use blood as a key to open the door to the spirit realm.

Blood rituals are probably the most powerful component when it comes to accessing the spirit realm and demons. Blood rituals and blood covenants are imperative to gaining occult power. This is why the type of blood that is used gives the witch or person practicing more enforcing power. It gives more power to the demons when doing the ritual. From animals to human sacrifice (abortion), the type of blood carries different “energies” as they label it. The mixture of symbolism and blood creates a powerful opening in the spirit realm for access.

We now see the power of communion as described in the Bible when we partake in the bread as His body and the juice/wine as His blood. The Bible says to do this continually “in remembrance of Me” until Christ returns (see Luke 22:19 NKJV). This is a powerful component of the Christian walk. If communion is neglected, often there is deterioration in fellowship with Christ.

The blood of Jesus was shed for us once in the natural and still carries power throughout all of eternity in the spirit realm. The shedding of His blood washed away all our sins for eternity. Shedding of blood never has to happen again for the remission of our sins. Observing communion is a powerful representation and key that Christ has set forth in the Word that gives legal access to the spirit realm. Demonic manipulation and the occult enter illegally. This is why demons control practitioners of witchcraft. They also cannot just do a blood ritual once and that’s it. Blood has to constantly be shed in order to empower their rituals, spells, and demons. Believers must understand when engaging in spiritual warfare that you have the ability to cancel every demonic shedding of blood against your life, against your family, and against your region or country. Unless you are praying this type of prayer, you have a lot of demonic forces coming against you unmatched and unhindered.

Witches follow the observance of the sun and the moon. They call it “days of power.” The Bible says something very powerful in the book of Psalms with David in relation to this subject. It says, “The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night” (Psalm 121:6 NKJV). This is a powerful statement. If we look at this from the natural standpoint, we understand that obviously the sun can burn you if you stand in it all day, but what can the moon do to you physically? The Bible was not referring to the physical effects of the sun and moon on people. This passage refers to the witchcraft that can be performed or programmed using the sun or moon as a point of contact. David understood that these rituals were part of the agenda of the enemy against God’s people. When you have an understanding of what the practitioners of witchcraft operate in, you can see that God has placed in our power the ability to counteract every demonic effect against our life. I have done countless deliverances of those affected by moon witchcraft.

"Everything that has been programmed in the sun, the moon, or the stars against my life by any witch or by any warlock, I destroy you by the fire of the Holy Ghost, in the name of Jesus." -- Prayer of Activation

Pharmakeia is the mixing of potions, spells, and sorcery. High-level people in the occult and witchcraft truly understand that if they are to connect with supernatural beings, they need to associate and work with psychedelic drugs that open them up to the spirit realm. This is a strong practice for those who operate at this high level of witchcraft and understand what it opens them up to. Revelation 9:21 (AMP) says, “And they did not repent of their murders nor of their sorceries (drugs, intoxications) nor of their [sexual] immorality nor of their thefts.” Sorceries, in this context, deal with the drugs and the intoxications of witchcraft. This is so important as it is written in 1 Peter 5:8 (NKJV), “Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.”

Whenever we step outside of sobriety by the use of drugs, we literally engage in the spirit realm illegally. This is one-way witchcraft that can attach to you unknowingly. When people begin to dabble in drug use, they are literally opening up the door to the demonic realm. Many visitations of so-called guardian angels are actually demonic forces masquerading as guardian angels. Drug use opens the door to these types of encounters. The Bible says that satan appears as an angel of light. Psychedelic and hard drugs that create dream-like hallucinations truly open the door to this type of supernatural experience.

Witches practice individually or by gathering in groups called circles or covens. They call on the deities to guide them using specific magic. They often repeat an oath: “As long as it harms none, do what you will.” The problem with this oath is that this mantra was created by one of the wickedest men to walk the earth, Alastair Crowley. Alastair Crowley created this statement, “Do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law,” which is a direct counter response against God’s Word. He was one of the most high-level occult leaders in the world. He was often associated with blood sacrifice, the eating of babies, and had extreme influence even into this generation. If you were to know how many people were connected to Crowley’s work, how many artists and others listened to his teachings, you would be mortified. A massive number of musicians love this man and have attributed their influence directly to his teachings.

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theblackthornerose · 1 year

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Senele Quatrain

From the moment of her birth, Senele Quatrian had lived a privileged life.

A scion of not one but two ancient bloodlines of renowned practitioners of the arcane arts, Senele was born to wield magic with grace and expertise. And she grew up surrounded by those who already did so.

A dutiful (some might say cloying) mother who fawned over her beautiful protege of a daughter, Senele also had aunts, uncles and older siblings to look up to to see the ideal that her family pushed for in life.

When she finally came of age, there was no question where her future would lay. She was schooled by her own family long before attending the College of Magic in Avon de Pris. There, she quickly drew the attention of her teachers and peers for her singular dedication and almost inhuman levels of dispassion towards anything not related to her studies.

In practically all things Senele was a model student. So it came as quite a surprise when she fell in love with a Bard she had run into during one of the many festivals.

The Bard was her own age, handsome, with an olive-skinned complexion that reflected the light of the sun just right. The Bard in question had used his sweet music and wiles to whisk Senele off her feet and take her along for a quick 'dive' into de Pris' seedier side.

After several hours of rampant partying, drinking and general frolicking about, a strange change had overcome Senele...

Senele Quatrain, the driven daughter of a fiercely dedicated family of witches and warlocks, suddenly found herself having with deal with something totally unexpected.

Levity and happiness...

#mage #magic #witch #warlock #fantasy #fantasy mage #magical bloodlines

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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Like we said there's a wave coming it's a huge wave and it turns out for it we're trying to extort everybody like threatening our sun and doesn't work never really did and the wave is being destroyed right now the blockade is back up surprise. And they're barely even scratching it cuz their pussies over there fighting over ships and losing and grabbing their own wooden ships which are pieces of s*** and a whole bunch of other boats they can grab there's a ton of yachts that are left on attended mostly they're coming over on aluminum and fiberglass San Leon it's a huge joke because we know what happens that's right they all catch on fire there's a fiberglass is flammable so they're heading over here real soon the grabbing every junker and clunker there is out there and then putting new motors in a lot of them and it's going to be a huge wave of about 3,000 to 4,000 octillion that's about it for them overseas no just one more wave or so left and they'll have to figure out a way to get here if they used air balloons it would take so many of the whole sky would be full of them but they could come from Asia it goes about a hundred miles an hour and it'll take all night and they're doing it now and it's encouraging others who are building boats wouldn't boats it's going to be hundreds and hundreds of septillions of wooden boats all of them about 40 ft long to 100 ft long it's a simple open boat yeah but they put a top on it and a lot of my capsize no they float pretty good I put motors on them they don't like 100 miles an hour it's about the same speed as a big balloon but this balloon material is plentiful over there they plan to use it to try and attack us and it's all over California and they're sending it back over on ships tons of it people think that Jason still around he is a freedom fighter but Manny gave her son a ton of crap cuz he's an idiot it's hard to take okay it's really a lot of threats she said she was getting them that makes him a stellar performer. I think he's still around cuz I think is that big black guy in Hit girl that's the other one actually it's Garth. It's on now there's a huge fight going on it's about who he is and where he is and stuff tons of people are fighting over it it's stupid but that's what they do

Two more rounds it'll be 10,000 octillion gone and that's it for warlock right now there are ranks are being decimated trying to get here

Thor Freya

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goodegrrrl · 2 years

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Delia for the ‘bandaging each other’ up &/or ‘kissing your lover's forehead, torn apart knowing that's all you can do, nothing else you can say or do to mend their pain’

maybe coven delia?? idk

ily <333

Sweetheart, I am sorry but this did not turn out like I wanted it to. I hope it still puts a smile on your face. I love you!

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You gently pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her bruised cheek. If it wasn’t for the angry gash on the side of her beautiful face, you’d have thought she was just fast asleep.

But she wasn’t.

Cordelia had gone to a faraway place in the desert to attend some meeting with the warlocks. Apparently they had been sure of having found the new supreme and were in need of Cordelia’s assistance. Ever so helpful, she left the academy in the middle of the night, only leaving a letter on her desk to let everyone know about her whereabouts.

Myrtle had woken you up in the early hours of the morning, right when she had discovered the hastily written letter - when the sun had yet to rise, the moon still shining brightly in the night sky, stars dancing around in the dark. The birds had yet to start chirping to ring in the new day, the world laying quietly upon your feet.

“She will be fine, darling. Don’t worry.”, Myrtle had squeezed your shoulder as your shaking hands were trying to fix yourself a tea to calm the raging thoughts in your head.

“And what if she won’t be?”, you had snapped at her and immediately regretted your harsh tone, apologizing by giving her a look.

Myrtle just shook her head. Her flaming red hair swinging from side to side, “She will be. She won’t leave you alone. I am sure it it.”, her voice was strong, final. You let it go.

You didn’t know how many hours passed. Everything was a blur to you. You saw the sun replace the moon in the sky, the bright light mocking your gloomy mood. You had closed the curtains, had spent your day sitting in the greenhouse, sorting through herbs and plants to keep yourself occupied by anything but Cordelia.

Cordelia. Your eyes swam with tears as your hand held your heart. Still beating.

A scream pierced through the halls of the academy, reaching the greenhouse like a siren ringing in a catastrophe.

You dropped the vase that you had held in your hands. It shattered into a thousand little pieces. And then you ran, ran towards the scream because you felt someone tug at your heartstrings, felt an invisible pull, your heart leading the way.

You were out of breath when you finally reached the entry way of the academy, desperately sucking air into your lungs. The girls were standing in a circle, preventing you from actually seeing something.

You shoved them aside, your eyes fixed on the spot on the floor where Myrtle sat next to a lifeless Cordelia on the ground.

Everything was quiet, perfectly still, not a single sound could be heard. You felt like you were underwater, struggling to breathe but unable to get oxygen into your lungs. Your heart was right there with her - laying on the floor in pieces.

It was done. She had done it - prevented the world from disappearing into the great unknown, from exploding into a billion little pieces of tiny molecules, had saved humankind from the apocalypse.

But what had been the price? She was still unconscious, in your shared bed with her head placed in your lap. You gently let the washing cloth run over her face, trying to clean her complexion from the remnants of the now dried up blood. Her mouth was slightly open, her chest slowly rising and falling with every breath she took.

Your lips met her forehead in a ghostly kiss, tears dripping down your face. You could feel your own heart beating in your chest, seemingly trying to get out of it to wake up hers.

“Don’t you die on me, Delia. Just please don’t die on me. There’s so much I have to tell you, so much I want to experience with you.”, you were trying to keep your voice steady, to stop yourself from breaking down completely, “It’s done. The fighting. You did it. You saved everyone… please don’t let yourself down. I need you. I need you so much.”

Your eyes left her body, looking around the room you had shared for the last years. The vibrant colors of the pink roses on the windowsill were now looking dull as if the life of them had disappeared. The books on the shelves lining the wall seemed dusty and broken while the white walls appeared dirty and more of an eggshell color.

Looking at her now all you felt was the life being sucked out of you. The fear of her not waking up again was clawing itself through every cell of your body, like a virus spreading through every fiber of your skin.

“I love you so much, Delia. Please come back to me.”, your voice was raspy and hoarse from crying, barely audible, “I can’t go on without you.”

You captured her lips with yours, tried to pour all the love you felt for her in a single kiss, tried to breathe the life back into her, tried to convey how much you needed her.

And then she kissed you back. Softly, barely there. But she did.

A sob escaped your lips as you ever so gently placed your hand on her unbruised cheek, letting your fingertips ghost over her soft skin. When you looked into her eyes you could feel the stars exploding deep within you, fireworks filling your heart. She was still there. Your heart mended itself back together, finally beating strongly again as if it was finally whole again.

“Hi.”, her eyes glistened with unshed tears, “I’m here.”, she whispered softly and you wiped the hair out of her face as you held her head up and let it sink down on the soft pillow.

You laid down next to her as you kept your hand on her cheek, not yet able to process the thought of her being there with you. “I missed you so much.” You kissed her again. And again.

“What can I do?”, you could not help the few tears escaping your eyes as a cough ripped through her body. “I am fine, I am okay.”, she tried to console you, tried to make the worry in your eyes disappear. You shook your head as you sat up and looked her over. “Where does it hurt, Delia?”

She turned slightly, burying her head in the pillow to prevent you from seeing the tears escaping her beautiful brown eyes. “Everyone else died. I couldn’t save them.”, you could hear the desperation in her voice, could almost hear the gears turning violently in her head. “I tried. I tried so hard.”, a sob.

You laid back down, relieved that she did not seem to have been hurt except for the wounds that you were able to see. “You tried. That’s enough, Delia.”, you carefully embraced her, willing her to seek shelter in your embrace. She buried herself into you as violent sobs shook her body. All you could to was hold her, keep her close to you, keep her safe from the monsters in her head, whisper reassuring words, engraving them into her mind so she would not spiral down into darkness.

She held on tightly to you, her arms keeping you close. You stroked her back, your hands drawing reassuring words on her skin. “You did everything you could.”, repeating the same words over and over again as you let your lips caress the soft skin underneath her earlobe.

As her sobs turned into sniffles you loosened your grip on her, wiping the remaining tears from her cheeks. “Let me get some gauze and some salve to take care of your wounds.”

You immediately felt incomplete after you had left her embrace.

You returned shortly after you had collected everything you needed, your hands full of medical material to tend to her bruises. Cordelia was now leaning against the headboard, looking tired and drained. You tried to gave her a smile but were sure that it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I love you.”, her voice was stronger than you had expected it to be, sounding like music in your ears. You carefully sat down next to her and took her hand in yours. “You’re so brave, my beautiful angel.”, you kept your voice low and gentle, careful as to not burst the bubble you had created with her.

“This is going to sting a little bit.”, you took a cotton swap and disinfected the bruises on her wrist, placing a kiss on her palm after to ease the pain. You bandaged her up and let your thumbs run over the gauze. “I am so sorry.”, you played with her fingers, “I wish I could have helped.”

“You don’t have a reason to be sorry.”, she wiped the tears that had escaped your eyes away tenderly, meeting your lips in a soft kiss, “The only reason I could do it was you. You gave me strength. The love you show me everyday made me stronger than I ever thought I could be.”

You pulled her close to you again, desperate to feel her body against yours. “I love you so much.”, a whispered secret only meant for the two of you to hear.

As you looked around the room, the colors seemed to have gotten back their vibrancy. The books stood proud on the shelves and the wall had seemingly returned to its crispy white color.

With Cordelia by your side, the world seemed to be in order again. Your heart felt whole again. It had been completed by hers being close to you, two halves making one.

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Five More Minutes

A Malec fic inspired by the song "The End of the World" by Billie Eilish because it’s all over TikTok and I can't get it out of my head.

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Magnus wakes to a high-pitched beeping. He flicks his wrist to silence the sound, keeping his eyes closed. The room is dark, but he can feel the warmth of the sun on his back as the first rays peek through the curtains. For a second he thinks the sound was an accident, a hallucination even, but then he feels the bed shift beside him. Guilt pinches him as he realizes he unconsciously shut off Alec’s alarm, but he shakes it off. He’s exhausted. They both are. Life has never been easy for them, but this past month has felt like every obstacle got together and hit at once. It’s been nonstop. Quality time has become getting dressed together, a quick kiss goodbye at the door, dinner, when they can both manage it, and the few brief moments before sleep takes hold. Neither of them are ungrateful for the roles they’ve earned, Magnus couldn’t be prouder, but they have needs too. Alec isn’t the only one who gets grumpy without his morning cuddles. They’re in desperate need of a vacation, and the second Magnus finds a window amongst the chaos, he’s whisking them away. Far away. Someplace tropical, with no cell service.

He feels a gentle press of lips on his temple, he hums, and presses his face into the pillow, hoping the bed will swallow him. And then more beeping starts. This time, from his own cellphone.

Magnus groans as he reaches to shut the accursed noise off right as the water from the shower starts. He flops back down onto his stomach, muffling a whine. He’s not ready yet.

Five more minutes.

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He should really take a break, Magnus thinks as he summons two more books from his library. He’s been at this for days. When was the last time he slept? Tuesday? What day is it now? It doesn’t matter. He slides the plate of food Alec had left him this morning aside so he can set the books down; it clinks against the other plates. He should really just move them to the kitchen. Stepping around his desk towards the cabinet on the other side of the room, he nearly trips over himself. You need sleep. But he can’t stop. It’s been almost a week now since Catarina had come to him about a strange sickness she’d been encountering at the hospital. A week since Alec had been tracking a series of magical explosions that had been occurring throughout the city. A week since they’d started discovering the bodies of children in the streets. Almost a week since Magnus finallyconnected the events. Too long. Now he was in a race against time. He adds more ingredients to the potion and gives it a quick stir.

They haven’t found the coward whose chosen to experiment on these children. When they do, Magnus hopes to have a moment alone before Alec hands them over to the Clave. For now, Magnus can at least put his skills to use and create a cure for the illness before it claims more lives while his anger festers.

He flips through another book, while simultaneously sending one back to the library, and summoning three more. He barely registers the press in his wards, the shuffling of feet, or the hand on his shoulder. Alec says something to him, but he doesn’t really hear. He nods, answering to what, he’s not sure. He leans back over the cauldron, giving it another stir. He’s so close.

Five more minutes.

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They’ve been here for hours. Magnus is nursing his third drink of the night, his eyes never losing sight of the server as he weaves around the other guests. Despite how often he complains about attending High Warlock meetings, he’d rather listen to those old fools reminisce than another false retelling of the Claves’ accomplishments. Magnus does his best not to correct them, he even bites his tongue when they slip in a snide comment or two. It’s not worth it, he tells himself. Alec stays by his side the whole time, unwavering, but Magnus doesn’t miss the way his shoulders sag in relief each time their conversation with officials gets interrupted. Or how he squeezes Magnus’ hand whenever someone remarks about the company he keeps.

It’s nothing Magnus hasn’t heard before, nothing he doesn’t prep for before these gatherings, but that doesn’t mean Alec deserves to hear it. He can’t do anything too outlandish, but he can cause a few drink spills. Alec catches him a few times and Magnus hides his smirk behind his glass while Alec nudges him with his shoulder.

By drink number four, Magnus is at his breaking point. He’s counted the tiles on the floor a dozen times and he’s got a tension headache forming at the back of his skull. Suddenly, Alec is tugging him away, mid-conversation, cutting through the crowd, unconcerned by the sideward glances. He finds a quiet corner at the end of the hallway and Magnus starts to ask what’s wrong, but Alec kisses the question from his lips, crowding him against the stone wall.

Magnus gasps when they part, his fingers curling into Alecs jacket as he presses their bodies together. Alec’s breath is hot against his throat and Magnus has to stifle a moan. Alec shifts to cup Magnus’ face with his hands, sliding their lips back together. It’s gentler this time, slower, and Magnus hums into it. Then all too soon Alec is pulling back, Magnus keeps his eyes closed, leaning forward to chase after the kiss. Alec mutters something about returning to the event, but Magnus isn’t ready yet.

So he wraps his arms around Alec’s neck and kisses him, soft and languid.

Five more minutes.

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Magnus’ ears are ringing. His once quiet loft, now echoes with a cacophony of shrieks and giggles. He leans against the door frame of his bedroom, a warm smirk spreading on his face. He watches his heart as it twists, turns, and jumps on the massive king sized bed. A tangled mess of ivory, chestnut, and cerulean. In his hundreds of years, he never imagined he would have this. He longed for it, hoped for it, but never expected it. Yet here it is, right in front of him. Who knew the world could fit on a single mattress. Who knew that centuries of life would pale compared to moments like this: Sunday afternoons watching his husband play with their sons.

Sons. He has sons. He’s married. The words send fireworks through his body, he never tires of saying them. He feels so full.

Alec flips both boys onto their back and moves their shirts subtly before blowing raspberries on their stomachs. The room explodes with laughter, and god Magnus wants to drown in the sound.

Alec catches his eye and sends Magnus a knowing smile. Their boys immediately tackle the distracted Shadowhunter, chanting for Magnus to join them. He knows that this time is fleeting. He’s heard from Catarina’s experience, seen it himself each time Jocelyn brought Clary to his door. Children grow fast. Soon they’ll be moving on and moving out, starting their own lives. If Magnus blinks, he might miss it. So he relishes in these moments where he can step back and soak it in. He leaps onto the bed, basking in the euphoria he’s found, gripping it like a vise.

Five more minutes.

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Magnus can’t breathe. He’s dizzy with nausea, and there’s a throbbing sensation at the back of his head. He’s vaguely aware of the surrounding commotion. His mind registers voices around him, but they’re muffled as if he’s being held underwater. He feels heavy, like someone has tied anchors to each of his limbs. Everything seems to move in slow motion, and Magnus can’t make heads or tails of it.

Amongst the haze, his focus finds his husband’s face. He’s beautiful, Magnus thinks. Not just in his features, the softness of his skin, the hue of his eyes, but in his soul, his stead-fast nature, and the way he loves. Magnus can’t believe how lucky he is. His vision tunnels, fading black from the corners, and he closes his eyes to gain composure, only to snap them back open in a panic. Afraid he’ll miss something.

How did they get here? It was supposed to be their day off. Magnus had planned a full day of lounging on the couch, but the universe had other plans, it seems. He should have silenced Alec’s phone.

The world tilts on its axes, and Magnus wills himself to stay in the moment. The hand in his is hot, he squeezes it, desperate to commit the feeling to memory. Alec’s face blurs and Magnus is quick to blink, tears smearing the kohl around his eyes. He looks disheveled, he’s sure, but he can’t care. He just needs to focus.

Please, he begs as another wave hits him.

Five more minutes.

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