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evolutionsvoid · 9 months

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I must say that animals are quite the architects sometimes. I feel like it doesn't get acknowledged enough. Us sapient species like to pretend that we are the only ones who do it, that no simple creature could ever achieve such a thing. But look at the intricate nests of birds, the incredible spires of the Mountain Makers and the gorgeous weaving of spiders! How can we pretend these are inferior? Each are so beautiful in their own right, and impressive in their design and complexities! I would say that there are many animals out there that earn the title of "builder" and "architect." In the case of the Mason Maw Carcolh, it is right in the name!

Mason Maw Carcolhs are certainly a member of the Carcolh family, being large shelled mollusks who are known for their impressive size, appetite and adaptations. The Mason Maw is one that shares a similar range with the regular Lou Carcolh, though they tend for rockier areas, but there is no way you would ever get the two confused! First off is that blazing orange color they have! Quite gorgeous and eye catching! Then comes their shell, or what stands in place of their shell. Mason Maws do have shells like the majority of their family, but you rarely ever see them because they are always buried beneath these odd stone constructions. In fact, a whole lot of the Mason Maw is covered in these rocky plates and growths! What's the deal? Do they carve stone and wear it like armor? Not really! The secret behind these structures can be found with the Mason Maws.....well....maw.

These carcolhs have a noticeable pouch formed around their radula, and here the snail produces copious amounts of a gray sticky substance. This paste-like gunk is referred to as "mortar," and the carcolh fills this pouch with as much as it can carry! Maybe that should tell you about the origins of their name, eh? Obviously, though, mortar in the mouth doesn't explain how they have all this stuff on their shell and back. To figure out how that happens, just look to their oral tendrils. Unlike the Lou Carcolh, these aren't nearly as hairy or sticky, and they have special structures on their ends. Any builder or mason would recognize these shapes in an instant! They are the tools the carcolh uses to scoop mortar out of its mouth and spread it onto whatever surface it wants, be it the earth or its own body! Once the mortar is removed from its moist radula pouch, it will begin to dry and harden at a rapid rate. It can turn rock-like in only a few minutes, which means the Mason Maw must work fast! But once it does finish drying out, it can be just as tough as stone! Quite useful, and for a variety of reasons!

Just like its other brethren, the Mason Maw likes to take its prey by surprise. At the speed these snails move, you can certainly rule out the tactic of pursuit. These ones use their stony exterior to blend in with surrounding rocks and landscape, remaining perfectly still as it waits for food. How it catches prey can vary depending on the situation. In most cases, the Mason Maw vomits out a whole bunch of mortar onto its victim when they get close, and the paste sticks fast to fur and hide. The weight and stickiness alone can slow food down enough for the tendrils to grab hold and reel them in. Even if they run, it won't take long for the stuck on mortar to harden. Victims will find themselves slowly petrifying, as their limbs get locked up from the hardening mortar and the weight becomes too much to carry. In minutes, they will be rendered a partial statue, trapped in this stony cocoon as the Mason Maw slowly follows their trail. I can't imagine how terrifying it would be, being stuck in these stone shoes as you watch your painful demise creep towards you inch by inch.

In other cases, the Mason Maw may set a trap. They can either find a shallow hole in the environment or dig one out with their tendrils. Whichever is the case, they then fill the hole with mortar til it is almost level with the rest of the earth. They will then apply a special mucus coating to this pit of gunk, which forms a layer that prevents it from hardening too fast. This mucus is used on their body in places they don't want the mortar to form, that way they don't get bogged down or trap their own movements. The Mason Maw may cover this layered puddle with loose vegetation or dirt, or they may leave it as is. With the mucus layer on top, it gives the reflective look of a pool of water. They then wait, and hope that prey trundles by and steps on this spot. When they do, their limbs will punch right through the disguise and moistening mucus, and straight into the sticky mortar. They will suddenly find themselves in a makeshift tar pit, struggling to get free. This is usually enough for the carcolh to slink out of its hiding place and take them down. No matter how you are caught, death by shredding against their razor toothed radula is certain.

This mortar sure is handy for making traps and catching prey, but what else can it do? Just look to its shell and see the answer! It is great for defense, creating stone hard plates and rocky armor. The Mason Maw layers its back with mortar to create this intricate armor, which protects it from predators. This prevents the Mason Maw from retracting into its shell, but it seems to work just as good! And speaking of shell, that impressive mass of sculpted mortar is their masterpiece! All Mason Maws use their mortar and tendrils to build upon their shells and create unique pieces of art! While it certainly works great for defense, it is also believed to show off strength, health and win over mates! I have to imagine there is a bit of pride in it too! While they certainly use mortar for the majority of their construction, they also like to add extra bits to it. Shiny rocks, leftovers from prey, random pieces of pretty junk, and even old armor and weapons! Infamous Mason Maws tend to have the armor and blades of knights and slayers built into their shell spires, carried like trophies of previous battles.

Some stories claim that the Mason Maw may trap live prey within these constructs as well! It seems improbable, but they do have paralytic venom and the mortar cures pretty quick. It is probably a rare scenario, but certainly a horrifying one! Imagine being carried around like a piece of jewelry, waiting to be freed by either heroes or death! Pretty freaky! Mason Maws work on these shell sculptures their entire lives, always adding to it or repairing it when needed. In some cases, the carcolh may be so old and intent on making its sculpture bigger that it can trap itself under its own weight! Making a shell too heavy to even carry! If this happens, the carcolh is kind of doomed unless something breaks enough chunks off to lighten the load, or if enough prey is dumb enough to walk right in front of the trapped snail.

Now you may be wondering what society thinks of these strange snails and their intricate sculptures. They are still flesh eating mollusks who won't hesitate to go after any meat in front of them, but do these ones differ in any way? Why yes they do! In fact, humans worship these incredible snails! Take another look at that shell and the mortar creations. Look familiar? Why, it looks like a castle! And humans build castles too! You seeing the link here? Indeed, humanity learned all they know about masonry and rock stacking from these incredible snails, whose unique adaptations ignited a whole new era for humanity. They saw the wondrous mortar and witnessed its use in building great spires and binding one rock to another. From there they were inspired, and they wound up creating the very castles and walls you see to this very day! Why, it is hard to imagine what would have happened to man if they never met a Mason Maw! Would they have ever stumbled upon the secret technique of sticking two bricks together? Well, I think....that I am totally messing with you.

No, humans did not learn how to build stone structures from Mason Maws, I was just being a goof. It is mainly because I keep reading about stuff where some people love to attribute great creations to anyone and anything save for the people who actually made them. They love their fantastical ideas of knowledge from the gods or secret magics lost to time, all while the folk that put in the time and effort to actually construct these things get ignored. Kind of awful, if you ask me. So that is why I did the whole "humans couldn't have possibly built castles on their own thing." Wait, should I be explaining the joke? Probably not, but it wasn't the greatest one to begin with...

So what do people actually think of Mason Maws? They think they are impressive and intriguing when they are a good distance away and not ambushing travelers or livestock. Their shells are admired for their incredible structure and arrangement of random pieces, to the point where empty ones are displayed like art. Some folk even hunt Mason Maws to get the goods that are buried inside all that hardened mortar. I recall a tale where a jewel thief was escaping the law with a whole sack full of goodies when they fell into a Mason Maw trap and were devoured. The stolen stash was then added to the snail's personal artwork, suddenly making it priceless! A whole number of slayers, knights and folk eager for lots of money went running after that unwary snail! The poor thing! It was probably so confused why it was suddenly the most "popular" carcolh around! Sadly, I don't think these people came to admire its craftsmanship!

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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Hey, since its August, that means its Smaugust! So that means I am going to aim to be posting dragons! So here's one! Another snail dragon! Though it isn't exactly called that. And yes carcolhs aren't dragons. Certainly not True Dragons! Look do you want the snail or not?!

#carcolh #snail #mollusk #lou carcolh #art #drawing #creature #monster

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homosexuality-at-its-finest · 3 years

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3+1 (Avengers x Male!reader)

Plot: 3 times you saved the avengers and the 1 time they saved you

Avengers x Male!reader

Warnings: cussing, slight angst?, readers a selfless idiot

Y/N: your name

H/C: hair color

E/C: eye color

Word count: 1396

The mission was supposed to be a simple one, infiltrate a HYDRA base and get information on their current plans. The team had gotten word from and informant that HYDRA was planning something big, something that could endanger the world at large. The plan was rather simple, most of the team would distract the agents while Natasha snuck inside and hacked into their systems and got the information they needed.

It started off well, with everyone but Natasha distracting the agents as she creeped into the building, making her way towards the main server room. The trip to the server room was surprisingly easy, the red head only having to take down a few of the HYDRA goons. She had taken them down with ease and was now in the server room, eyes scanning over the words that ran past the screen in front of her. She plugged the flash drive in, hacking through the needed files so she could upload the documents onto the flash drive. She could hear the playful banter mixed with orders from Steve over the comm, a small smirk spreading across her lips when she heard Tony make a snarky comment towards their team leader.

In her moment of distraction an agent had snuck up on her, but before he could lay a hand on the assassin a cry of pain left his lips as someone hit him over the head. Natasha’s head whipped around, eyes landing on Y/N who was giving her a little grin.

“Next time watch your six Tasha.” The man teased, causing the red head to roll her eyes with a sigh. “I’m never going to live this down.”

It was a normal day at the tower, Thor was off in some distant place, Clint went back home to his family, and Natasha was off god knows where. Bruce was having a rather bad day emotionally, the feeling of hulk clawing at his brain was excruciating. He wanted to slam his head against the wall until the pain went away and hulk just shut up. He sat in the ‘Zen room’ as the team called it, it was where he could go to calm down and relax when he was having a bad day. Usually no one else other than him would come into the room, it was really his room, and no one wanted to overstep an unsaid boundary.

He was curled on the fluffy sofa, a cup of tea in his shaking hands. He could see the green creeping into his skin and it absolutely terrified him. He let out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as his heart began to race. He felt like he was about to go over the edge, but a gentle and steady hand tore him from those thoughts. His eyes snapped open, his head turning to the side to see the gentle gaze of Y/N. The H/C gave Bruce a gentle and understanding smile, not one ounce of judgement on his face. “Bad day?” He questioned, his voice calming the unforgiving monster inside of him.

The scientist let out a shaky sigh, giving his friend a little nod. Y/N simply hummed and sat beside Bruce, squeezing his shoulder. “How about we watch a movie, I can make you some tea and make whatever you want for lunch?” He offered, wanting to do anything he could to relax his teammate. Y/N helped Bruce more than he had realized, calming the raging storm inside of the scientist, the big guy lulling into a calmer state. Bruce couldn’t be more thankful for it.

Tony wasn’t sure how he got in this situation, one second they’re fighting an alien threat and next thing he knew he was being thrown against the side of a building. His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurry, he could feel himself hit the ground with a ‘thud’. He could hear his teammates voices in the comms, the worry for him was clear. He tried to lift himself up, but his entire body felt like lead and he just fell back down into a heap of metal. The billionaire let out a groan of pain, his eyes falling shut.

He heard rapid footsteps but couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes. His head was pounding and every inch of him hurt, god he fucking hated aliens. He could hear what sounded like a fight, flesh hitting flesh and grunts of pain or horrifying screeches from the aliens. He forced his eyes open, seeing a blurry figure in front of him fighting off a small hoard of the creatures, but he couldn’t discern who it was. He gave up on trying to stay awake, slowly sinking into the abyss.

When he woke back up, he was in the med bay, pepper by his side and his fellow avengers scattered about. The only person he couldn’t spot was Y/N, which caused concern to swell in his chest. “Where’s Y/N?” His sudden words caused a few people to jump, but Pepper let out a sound of relief, her head resting against his arm. “Never do that again.” Her voice held steady and strict, but her red eyes spoke volumes of her worry. “Where’s Y/N?” Tony repeated once more, causing Steve to let out a low sigh.

“He’s being treated by Hellen right now; He sustained some injuries during the fight.” He explained to the brunette. Tony’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. “How? Is he okay?” You were the youngest avenger; he was going to worry about you till his hair went gray. (Even though he pretended to be annoyed by your presence.) Steve rubbed the back of his neck with a wince, knowing Tony would blame himself. “He got hurt defending you after you were thrown, he saved you.”

Y/N was objectively the most important member of the team, always quick to think of a solution or putting himself at risk to save his team members. So, to put it lightly the team was protective of him, because he was stupid and selfless and so entirely Y/N. It was one of those moments of him being stupid and selfless, there was a bomb in a building to close to civilians and no one was close enough to be backup; so, he went alone. He knew the chances of actually disarming the bomb, he wasn’t as experienced as Tony or Bruce, so all he could do was hope to give the team some time to clear out civilians.

He knew he was fucked the moment he walked into the building, yet he still did it, and it baffled the team. He could hear Steve screaming at him to get out of there, yet he persisted and kept himself steady as he walked towards the explosive. He began working as fast as he could, he felt his heart pounding and could see how shaky his hands were, yet he pushed past his fears, for the greater good he told himself. The bomb itself wasn’t to complicated and with some work he was able to bump the timer up another minute, but he knew damn well there was no way he could get out of the building in time.

So he sat there, waiting for the time to run out, simply listening to his teammates speak, trying to engrave their voices in his head. They were his family, he could die happily knowing he did so protecting the people and his team. When the bomb did blow he could feel himself being thrown through a window, everything became a blur and nothing felt real except one thing, the feeling of cool metal catching him and then it was darkness.

He woke up to the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and his entire body felt like hulk beat the shit out of him, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care when he realized his team, his family was in the room, all strewn about. He could see all of them were sleeping, and he wouldn’t dare wake them up. He simply went back to sleep with a smile on his lips, because they had saved him.

#marvel #avengers #x male reader #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #tony stark x male reader #Natasha Romanoff x male reader #Bruce banner x male reader #steve rodgers x male reader #clint barton x male reader

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alighieri-sparda · 3 years

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A stinky devil and bath thoughts | Vergil x M!Reader

Summary: Vergil is all yours again. You decide to give him a relaxing bath to ease his mind — and get rid of that stinky smell of demonic creatures after a few months in Hell.

Masterlist | Rules | A simple gift for @mooshs-crack-headcanons

Happy birthday! And this time, with the real gift. xD I hope you enjoy this fluffy piece I wrote for you. I wish I could give you something better, but that’s what I got :’D You deserve only the best, Paul. You know it.~

It’s important to mention that I got the most of inspiration for this work from the ‘Washing a Devil’ series by Chrome, specially from this particular chapter. So, please, if you guys haven’t read it yet, please do! It’s really lovely.

Lots of a passionate Vergil under the cut.

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Vergil is finally back. Back to the place he could always call home, the safest spot in the world for him: your gentle and comfortable arms. Vergil is finally back. Back to the place he could always call home, the safest spot in the world for him: your gentle and comfortable arms.

When he crossed the front door of your house, the first thing you did before saying anything was holding him closely, kissing those soft lips of his you missed after several months without his presence. Vergil is your safe spot as much as you are his, and now you both feel complete.

However, something started to bother both of you when you separated the kiss: the smell of demon guts and sweat was not the most welcoming in the world. You didn’t mention it at first, but Vergil quickly realized how unfortunate this condition would be for you both and suggested to take a bath before doing anything else.

“Let me wash you then.” You smiled, your words sounded so pure and heartwarming to the half demon’s ears that he couldn’t help smiling as well.

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You slide your hands down Vergil’s strong arms, taking the collar of his coat as a starting point to make his black piece of cloth fall on the floor. Then, you go to his buttoned shirt, unfastening it at a gentle pace. Your eyes gradually catch the sight of his torso as the shirt is unbuttoned, and you can’t stop admiring how gorgeous this man looks even so stinky and dirty.

The man under your touch observes your actions in a calm state of mind which he hadn’t seen himself feeling in years. You had been waiting for him for months straight, and yet you don’t hesitate in slowing things down just to admire his presence, enjoying every inch of his body and every spectrum of his personality. A tranquil gaze rests on his eyes because he knows he’s safe with you. There’s no need to rush things.

Once the last button is finally unclasped, you let it fall over his arms, letting it join his coat on the floor. Vergil looks almost ashamed of looking like that; his torso is all grimy, even supposedly protected by his layers of clothes. You, on the other hand, don’t mind at all. The smile that draws onto your lips evidences your actual enjoyment of that situation.

“How can you smile at this filthy situation of mine?” Vergil chuckles when he notices the happy tilt of your lips.

“Because I’m about to have a lot of fun washing you.” You explain, visibly excited for what is going to happen next.

Vergil sighs as he watches your hands go to his belt and undo it in a blink of an eye, throwing it out of his waistband just as rapidly as you ease the grip of his pants around his hips. You welcome his relieved reactions with a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?” He asks, smirking at your playful expression.

“How couldn’t I enjoy you, Vergil?” You say as your fingers hook the waistband of his pants and his underwear at the same time, pulling them down in one single movement. He suddenly gets exposed, and it scares him a little bit. Even if it’s under your sight.

Instead of grinning back at Vergil’s perceptible shudder, however, you only smile softly, comforting him.

“Now let’s get you cleaned.”

Then you kiss his cheek again, encouraging him to keep going with that. It isn’t like he wasn’t enjoying it though.

In a few steps, Vergil sits in the bathtub previously prepared by you with a medium warm water level. He lets a heavy breath out of his lungs when he starts feeling cleansed after months stinking like demonic corpses. The smell is really not good, but you ignore it as much as you can. It’s not his fault anyway.

You turn the faucet that indicates hot water while bringing the bottle of shampoo and soap closer to your reach with your other hand. The sound of water falling and mixing with the one already in the bathtub fills the bathroom. When the water level rises enough, you turn off the faucet.

In the meantime, Vergil has closed his eyes, taking the opportunity to relax his muscles and enjoy being under your care again. The sweet smell of the soap and shampoo already enters his nostrils; he exhales at the good sensation being intensified by his temporary privation of sight. Then, he groans satisfied when the hot water suddenly falls on his scalp. Vergil wasn’t really paying much attention to the sounds around him.

Once you sit beside the bathtub, you pay attention to his head and face firstly. You let the water do the primary and simpler work as you gently rub your fingertips all over his face, cleansing the dirt stuck to his skin and some thin lines of dried blood all over his cheeks, jawline, and nose bridge. He leans his head back at your personal touch, sighing quietly.

“You look so beautiful.” You whisper unconsciously.

Vergil doesn’t seem to notice your compliment. His eyes are still closed and his chest slowly moves up and down. You can tell he’s enjoying it.

After you’re done cleaning his face, your hands now reach his neck and shoulders. This time, instead of just rubbing only your fingertips on his skin, you use your entire palm to massage and cleanse the superficial dirt at the same time. Vergil’s muscles get a little tensioned when you first touch them, but he quickly relaxes them again against your gentle touch. Another satisfied groan says it all.

“I thought you wouldn’t accept me back, [Name].” He suddenly says, blinking slowly his eyes and looking at you after some time. “When Dante and I came back, I’ve already started to think that I would have to live with my brother. And I almost locked myself back in Hell again.”

You chuckle while you don’t stop the movements on his shoulders.

“I’d never let you do it to yourself, Vergil,” You giggle. Now, you take the shampoo bottle in your hands and squeeze it, letting a generous amount of shampoo fall on Vergil’s hair. Putting it back in place, your fingers finally run through his strands of hair, massaging and scouring his scalp. “Besides, being stuck in Hell wasn’t your fault. It’d be unfair not accepting you back.”

“Well… It actually was.” He answers in a more serious tone. “The Qliphoth only raised under my command, due to my uncontrollable pursuit of power. I don’t even deserve to be here, to begin with.”

Your fingers stop the massage for a while. One of your hands now touches the back of his neck as the other one gently fondles his cheek.

“But now it is in the past. You’ve certainly made mistakes through your path, everyone does at some point, but you’re here with me now. And that’s the only thing that matters.” You whisper. Unlike the past two times, now you prefer to kiss his soft lips instead of his cheek. A comforting peck to remind him how important he is to you. To remember he’s safe now.

You slide your hands over his damp skin, putting them back on his scalp once more. Vergil just sighs, clearly affected by your lovely words.

The grunts of satisfaction that Vergil lets out while you clean his hair make you want to stay that way forever, just listening to the sounds of his satisfaction as you enjoy the caress that you know he likes best, but you have more work to do.

That being said, you finally wash the shampoo away from his scalp, still massaging it to be sure you cleaned it completely. While your hands do the cleansing part, you observe Vergil’s expression again: he’s just like he was before talking to you, eyes closed and relaxed face. Another unconscious smile draws onto your lips.

Your intention with all this is not only to clean him but also make him relax as much as you can. Because of that, you soap your hands and massage the skin of his face, neck, and shoulders with the soap that remains on your palms instead of scrubbing it directly on his body. Vergil visibly appreciates your action, taking a short breath as he feels the good smell of the soap purifying his body.

“[Name],” He mumbles your name suddenly. Probably asking for your attention.

“Hm?”

“Do you recall a tattooed man knocking on your door sometime before the incident?”

You can’t help but smile when you listen to his words. His point is already clear for you.

“Yeah, I do.” You answer as you keep your hand movements. Your fingers are now finishing up his shoulders area, just taking the opportunity to relieve the tension that remains in his muscles. “I almost couldn’t believe it when he said he was you.”

“But I knew you would do so.” A gentle smile crossed his face. “Besides thinking about my family, when I saw myself that incomplete, another important thought crossed my mind: checking if you were doing well. If my lack of presence didn’t put you into any dangerous situations.”

He searched one of your soaped hands, kissing the back of it.

“I wanted to kiss you so much on that day. But you would fairly refuse my request.”

“Thanks for being aware of it,” You chuckle, embracing his shoulders even outside of the bathtub. “But I need to confess that seeing you as a smaller and more fragile man than me was a lovely sight.”

“Oh, you think so?” This time, the smile on his lips gets a more teasing tone. “How cute. But, honestly, I prefer to see you like the pretty fragile man here.”

“I know that.” You giggle in response. Then, you leave the embrace to catch the soap once more while you move your gaze all around the bathtub, looking for a good spot to position yourself for the next step of the bath. “Now I need to wash the rest of your body, but I can’t find any good position to do it.”

“Allow me to facilitate the things for you then.”

When Vergil says this, you first think that he would reposition his body in the bathtub to make your work easier somehow — and he did move, but not with the intentions you thought he would have. There is no time for you to react: in the blink of an eye, Vergil pulls you into the bathtub. You would be impressed, but Vergil is a half-demon after all. He always has at least a little bit of strength guarded in case he needs it.

“Hey--!” You even try to scold him, but it is in vain. When you come to your senses, you’re sitting on his lap, and your clothes are now sticking to your skin due to their soaking. When did he get that cheeky?

“So, is it better for you now?” You haven’t seen that playful grin in months. Although the situation is not the most satisfying in the world now — soaked clothes are not comfortable at all —, you can’t complain about it. It only shows you how much he missed your presence.

“You…!” The laugh that comes up to your throat can’t be helped at all. “Jeez, you could have asked me for a shared bath before!” You didn’t mean to have one, but if that’s what he wants, now you have no choice but to give it to him.

“Stop complaining and take off these soaked clothes.”

He didn’t even need to ask you this, to begin with. You don’t get out of the bathtub to take them off, just getting rid of them quickly and then throwing them to the same point where Vergil’s clothes were left before.

Once you are completely bare, Vergil gives you no time to react again: he kisses your lips passionately as he lets his hands explore your body freely; his smooth yet audacious hands make your body shiver in surprise, feeling his fingertips reach your chest, back and then your waist, the place he rests his arms around when you separate the kiss.

“I missed you.” He whispers against your lips, holding you even closer as you embrace his shoulders once more, but this time it feels a lot better. Vergil has never been this talkative before, even with you, so this sentence of his is already proved to you due to his previous attitudes.

You whisper as sincerely as he did: “I missed you too.”

Vergil slowly puts himself back in his previous position, forcing you to break that embrace. His gaze follows your body up and down as he comforts your legs across his lap.

“Now you can finish your work.” He smiles at you softly.

The next couple of minutes are all about you doing to his chest, back and arms the same as you did previously, gently removing the superficial dirt with your fingers, letting the water help you with that. Your touches keep the intimate intention by massaging his muscles and cleansing them with the soap in your palms as a happy smile crosses your face every time you hear a satisfied or relaxed hum coming from him.

Although the relaxation you provided him during this whole process, you notice that Vergil is still awake when you announce that you’re done with his bath. He blinks slowly after minutes straight with his eyes closed, looking directly at you again.

Before he can say anything, it’s now your turn to surprise him with a kiss. Vergil looks so adorable under your care, with his guard completely off and heart opened, just for you.

“You smell so good now.” You giggle against his lips after this last kiss.

“Thanks to you, of course.” He winks.

“Listen, I could stay like that with you all night long, but I prefer our bedroom to do so.” You slowly get out of the bathtub, taking the towel in your hands on your way. “You can get up now. I’ll just get some dry and clean clothes for us both.”

Once you’re standing beside the bathtub and move your body to go to your bedroom, a strong hand grabs your wrist, stopping you where you are.

“I surely can leave the bathtub. But I need to do something before wearing any clothes.”

Your night is far away from finishing there because Vergil did miss you. In all of your ways.

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc imagines #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry x reader #dmc vergil #vergil x reader

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writers-block-is-now-a-person · 3 years

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Even Truth Lies in The Thicket

Chapter 1 |

My name is Harper, but can’t tell you that. In fact, I’m not allowed to tell anyone anything. And there are many reasons why I can’t tell you many things, but I’m not allowed to say those things either. I’m not allowed to say a lot oft things. And I hate it.

But anyway, I am Harper, and I can’t tell you anything else.

Except that I was kidnapped as a child.

Fingers snapped in front of me, shaking me out of my trance. Lord Bryn glared at me, his dark eyes furious as he walked past. I swallowed the sudden fear and lifted the instrument in my arms. Resting the bow on the strings, I waited for his permission to play. His silence was irritating, I waited as he settled himself on his chair, flicking out his robe and slowly lifting his goblet to his mouth. He flicked his pupil-less eyes at me. I started to play.

I moved my arms and fingers, creating a melody only known to me. This is why they stole me, for their own petty entertainment.

My arms moved on impulse, creating melodies and harmonies from nothing but the emptiness of myself. They liked my music, it didn’t matter to me how it sounded, as long as they liked it, I was safe.

My fingers began to hurt, I played slower. Longer notes with clearer sounds. My arms started to ache, sore from playing for so long. I breathed in evenly and kept playing. I was not allowed to stop until I was told.

The room around me was perfect, glowing in the light of early dusk. The walls painted in lavender, the vaulted ceiling thick with wisteria vines, the purple flowers filling the room. The floor was shining white marble, almost pure moonlight.

They sat on low velvet couches. Picking at fat fruits and honeyed drinks. Their fingers slender and soft, their skin perfect. Lord Bryn laughed politely as his wife handed him a pomegranate, he bit into the bloody fruit.

They looked perfect, lounging and laughing in the dusking sun. There were seven of them, draped in silks and jewels that glowed in any light. Their faces painted with glitter and powder. However beautiful and stunning they appeared, they looked like monsters to me.

Fae are odd creatures, Seelie Fae are odder. They appear human, almost human. If you look at them longer, they do not seem human. Their eyes are bigger, with richer colours. Their skin is perfect, not blotchy like humans. The hold themselves in such a way that makes you feel inferior, for we are to them. Their smiles are not human either, the Fae have odd smiles.

I held the note I was playing, drawing it out for as long as I could. I lowered my instrument when I was finished. Waiting for their approval.

Lord Bryn looked at me, pale eyes blank. He nodded slowly. His wife smiled and softly clapped her hands. The others joined.

One fae leaned into Lord Bryn. “The mortal is good for their age, I’ve heard some horrendous melodies from ones twice their age.”

Lord Bryn said nothing, his wife, Lady Elowyn, answered instead. “They have a marvellous talent, they always know what to play.”

Lord Bryn seemed satisfied with me, he waved me out. I bowed deeply and left the room.

I went down the servant passageways, not daring to step into the main rooms of the house. Other servants stepped out of my way, some smiled at me. I was above them in the servant hierarchy, the Lord and Lady that owned us liked me the most, mainly for my musical talent. In the narrow passageways, we were all servants. But they were still fae, and I was still human, so no matter how equal I thought we were, they loathed every inch of me.

It wasn’t long until I had entered my room. The servants entrance to my rooms came through the bookshelf, I liked entering my rooms that way. It was like my own secret entrance to my personal space.

There was no proper door to my main room, just an open archway that led to the main hall of the house. My main room was circular, with robins egg blue painted walls and the white marble floors. The dark woodwork of the bookshelves carved to mimic ivy covered trees. In each alcove of the bookshelves are my many instruments.

I placed the instrument in my hands gently on its pedestal, it sat there waiting for me to play it again. The rest of my instruments sat on their altars, waiting to be played. Some were metal that made bright sounds, most were wood and strings that sang like bird song. Few made deep sounds, I could create scenes of fog and forest with those.

I looked around at my collection. All of the instruments were gifts, praises for my good work and hopes I could create more. As much as I loved playing them, creating melodies from far away, I loathed the sight of them. All of the instruments were memories of why I was caged here, proof that not all chains are metal.

The arches of the main door were similar to the arched window frames. The sun was halfway down the horizon, I only had a few minutes until I was needed again. Thankfully, there was a real door to my private chambers, the brass handle was the only comfort to me that I could create some privacy.

The Lady of the house, and my owner, favoured me in her own ways. Lady Elowyn let me decorate my room which ever way I wanted, which is why the deep grey of my walls were a stark contrast to the rest of the house. I had covered the marble floor in thick, fluffy blue rugs that I could sink my feet into like grass.

My room was messy, as I hated having the housemaids rifle through my things. I hopped over the pile of papers and books on the floor as I made my way to the deep closet. I changed quickly, from my house garb to something more refined. Still in the pale colours that Lady Elowyn favoured, but more detailed and clean.

The skirt was made of thin materials but had many layers, embroidered into the skirts were honey bees and flowers, creating a mirage of a field. The bodice was tighter but had the same flowing sleeves as the skirt. I hated the sickly green it was. What I hated more was having to change out of the boots. I don’t mind the slippers they give me, they are soft like rabbits fur, but I feel as if I am wearing no shoes at all.

I had spent too much time tying up the dress I had no time for the rest of me. My hair was already tied, that was all I could do.

I pushed open the door and closed it quickly, hoping I could make it to the main hall before she came to collect me. The guests would have left by now, Lord Bryn would be waiting to leave as well.

“No time for your hair or face?” Lady Elowyn said, voice sweet as honey.

I bit a snide comment back, I know better to hold my tongue, I bowed deeply. “Forgive me, My Lady, it seems my skills in time are less than adequate.”

“Less than adequate?” She mused, moving closer to me. Her jewelled hand lifted my chin to meet her gaze. “Less than adequate? Not quite, dear Harper, your skills lie elsewhere than in time.” She scanned my face, her eyebrow lifting in disgust. “But I will not have you leave this house without the proper preparation.”

Please don’t go in my room, I know you hate it. I tried to smile, begging her to leave. She opened the door anyway, her hesitation showed me her distaste for my room. She stepped over the scattered papers and discard clothes as she dragged me to the tiled bathroom.

Sitting me down at the vanity, she perused over the countless things piled onto the space. I didn’t know what they were, so I never bothered.

She rubbed a sweet smelling cream into my face, her spindle fingers rougher than I expected, her pointed nails digging into my cheeks. The cream seemed to blur my skin, removing its blotchy colours and evidence of humanness. I watched my reflection change in the mirror as she painted my eyelids with a green glitter. She lined my eyes in silver, my lips as well. She hung small stars along my ears, they twinkled with any movement.

I could pass as a fae child, almost. I did not have their pointed ears or thin lips or mystic eyes. My humanness was evident in my face.

Lady Elowyn tugged harshly at my hair, showing me that no matter how much she liked me, I was nothing but a doll for her to dress. She wound my hair around a pin and rested her hands on my shoulders.

Lady Elowyn looked at me in the mirror, smiling absently. “Now, you’re more than adequate.”

I whispered a thank you, I know her words were simple and stung slightly, but I felt giddy at her small compliment.

Back in my main room, she eyed the many instruments, assessing them carefully. “This one,” she pointed at a small harp, carved into a golden wood with silver strings. “I love the harmonies you create with this one.”

“Of course, My Lady,” I bowed slightly, taking the small harp off its altar and holding it carefully.

I trailed behind her as she made her way to the entrance, walking down the stairs that circled the main hall. I liked the way this house was built, similar to a beehive, with a hollow middle and rooms branching off. Lord Bryn and their two sons were waiting by the door, he smiled up at his wife. She looked at each of them carefully, all in silver and purple suits that mimicked twilight sky. She kissed her sons on the cheek and took her husbands arm, he lead her out to the heavy oak doors. I trailed behind them again, quietly with my head bowed.

The dusk air was cold, I shivered slightly as the wind blew. The family of fae piled into the carriage, settling themselves down on the silk seats. I hesitated, unsure of where to go.

“Hurry, Harper, you must no dawdle,” Lady Elowyn called out, beckoning me in.

I hurried into the carriage, tucking myself into the window beside her. She smiled down at me, Lord Bryn ignored me.

I hugged my harp tightly and gazed out the window, we passed other mansions, glowing in the setting sun. We passed forests and ponds and clearings were simple fae danced around tree stumps and stone fountains.

I knew one son was glaring at me, I avoided his eyes and continued to study the stars. Dale had hated me since I was forced to be here. He often complained of my music in hopes that I would be removed from the house, but Lady Elowyn never listened to him.

Elm was kinder to me, he often brought me sweet cakes after a long night of entertaining guests with my music. Elm once gave me a balm for my sore fingers, I’ve cherished it since.

I ignored Dale’s fierce gaze as the carriage bumped along the road. Lady Elowyn and Lord Bryn chattered with Elm mindlessly, discussing who else would be attending the Queens twilight party.

Few were always invited to these, it always caused such drama amongst the gentry and the Higher Courts. Lady Elowyn made me play at these, I would stand near the Queens altar and play until the revel was done.

I don’t know of Lady Elowyn and Lord Bryn’s connection with the Queen and her family, since Lord Bryn never favoured politics and Lady Elowyn didn’t seem to be the one who would wait at the Queens feet. I never asked questions, I know better than to poke into the business of the fae.

The carriage had stopped, I could hear the sounds of voices drift through the cool air. I followed them blindly out of the carriage and into the Queens oak garden.

Dale grabbed my arm harshly and pulled me into the shadows, he towered over me. “Listen here, mortal, indulge in the days you have left. Soon you will be replaced and left with nothing. I won’t stand the sight of you in my house any longer.”

I didn’t reply, I wasn’t able to. By Lady Elowyn’s command, I could not speak a word to Dale or Elm. I nodded meekly in response. Dale seemed disgusted at the action, he left me in the shadows and entered the throng of elaborately dressed fae.

“What a thorn in the roses,” a voice said from behind me.

I jumped, I was not expecting him to be here. “What are you doing here? How did you even get invited?”

Locklan smiled as he smoothed out his maroon suit. “I have my ways, dear songbird.”

I hated that nickname, I am no caged bird. “You can’t lie to me, Locklan, so tell me.”

He shrugged. “I’m afraid my lips are sealed, songbird, I am here for merriment.”

I sighed, Locklan always showed up in the least likely places, it was no surprise he would be at the Queens twilight party. I left him in the shadows as I found my place near the Queens altar, I waited for the Queen to arrive for me to play.

All the fae seemed untouchable as they gathered in their silks and gems. They dressed in the finest clothes I have seen, all colours of the rainbow and every colour in-between. Some suits and dresses changed colour with each movement, some looked as if they were growing from the fae’s body. It was a magical sight.

I knew Locklan was behind me, he may have prided himself on his ability to be silent, but even my mortal ears could hear his footfalls.

“I am not allowed to talk to you while I am working,” I said, trying to ignore him.

“From what I’ve heard, you’re not allowed to do a lot of things,” he said, sliding next to me. “So tell me, songbird, what can you do?”

I lifted the small harp in my hands. “I can play.”

His fox eyes stayed on the silver strings. “What else?”

I felt hot with embarrassment. What else can I do? Shame choked me, I can’t do anything else. Locklan didn’t move, his fox eyes shifted from the harp and trailed up to watch the party. He stayed silent.

To say I don’t like Locklan is harsh, he’s not the type you don’t like. He is mischievous and naughty, always pulling tricks and deals when you least expect it. But he is fun to be around, and is kind, sometimes. His family is somehow tied in with the High Courts, his father has a close connection with the Queen. Most fae don’t like Locklan or his family, their fox features, selfish habits and silver tongues make them hard to control.

More had joined the party as the sky had dimmed. The Queen and her daughters were unusually late. The fae that were here chatted under the glowing lamps, not touching the food or starting any sort of merriment. That would all begin when the Queen would arrive, I still had some time until I was needed to play.

Locklan was waving someone over, I dreaded the company of another fae.

“Harper! I knew you would be here!” The voice was light and airy, I was glad to hear their voice. I haven’t seem them in a while.

Opal fluttered over to us, literally fluttered. She had thick moth wings that picked her up off the ground. Her fluffy dress floated like a cloud around her. Even though her body was small, almost all of her features were big. Big, round endless eyes, large and fluffy antenna sticking out of her fluffy hair. She jumped into Locklan’s arms.

“Hello Locky!” She giggled as her hair smothered him. Opal hesitated in touching me, no one was allowed to. Another one of Lady Elowyns rule. We had found a loophole to that rule, no fae could touch me in her presence.

Opal ogled at the harp in my hands. “Oh, what a beautiful instrument, I can’t wait to hear what you’ll play!”

I know she was just trying to be kind, but she sounded like the rest of the fae, ordering me to play for them. I smiled in response, not wanting to sour her bubbly mood. She smiled back, teeth perfectly white.

She hooked arms with Locklan and squeezed herself in between us, her fluffy skirt soft against me. “So, what do you think the drama will be tonight?”

“You tell me, O Wise One, isn’t your mother the Royal Astrologer? Shouldn’t you be able to read the stars and tell us our futures?” I teased.

Opal pouted. “Maybe, but it’s far more fun to guess.”

“I think it’s far more fun to create the drama ourselves,” Locklan said through his usual smile.

“No, Locklan, don’t you go starting anything, Evora will not be happy with you!” Opal whisper shouted, pulling at Locklans sleeve.

He just rolled his fox eyes and smiled. Of course he would never promise her he wouldn’t, he loved creating chaos.

A hush fell over the gathering of fae. The Queen of Folkshire had arrived.

She was perfect, an image of ethereal beauty. Queen Lorvera’s beauty was stunning, everyone watched as she made her way to the throne. Her glowing dress mimicked moonlight, as if the fabric was made of stars. As Queen Lorvera walked, flowers poked out of the grass and bloomed, tree branches bent down to touch her crown. Her five daughters trailed behind her. Princess Astria, her skirts a blooming artwork of white roses. Princess Bria with her black hair in long braids down her back. The twins, Cordelia and Dahlia with their multicoloured eyes. And the young Princess Evora last. They all looked stunning, flowing dresses and silky hair and dark skin that glowed bronze in the light. All alluring, all untouchable in their beauty.

Queen Lorvera sat down, her skirts trickling down the small steps like water. She raised her hand and spoke in her honeyed voice. “Well? Let us enjoy the twilight and dance until the sun comes to join.”

Lady Elowyn nodded at me, I lifted my harp and began to play. I plucked the silver strings, creating a merry tune of birdsong and chimes. The fae began to dance and sing, their voices sounding like bells. I kept the tune light, creating an aura of enjoyment.

Locklan and Opal stayed next to me, occasionally leaving to snatch food, drinks and pieces of conversations. I felt guilty, having them next to me.

I was a mortal servant of a Lady, they were fae children of members of the Queens Court, they shouldn’t even be seen near me. Yet they stayed, knowing they couldn’t interrupt my playing, they chatted quietly and watched me.

Some other muses and artists that were invited came closer. Majority of them were fae, or half fae. Few were mortals, their rounded ears and dull coloured eyes gave me some comfort.

I should give a better explanation of why I am a servant to the fae. Seelie fae are odd creatures, as I’ve said, and some of their customs are beyond humane. Before Queen Lorvera made the law that no mortals are to be stolen, it was normal for humans to be taken from their streets and used as entertainment for the fae. The Seelie fae mainly stole artists, musicians and writers and crafters who could create pretty things for them. Those kind of people would be showed off, like me, and fae would buy and sell them from each other.

I have been bought four times, I was taken from my real family when I was young. I should have known better than to show off my music playing. Since I was young when I was taken, they replaced me with a fae child. That child now has my life, they have my face and name and even voice. But they are not me, they are not even human.

The fae artists around me criticised me, as they usually do, mainly because of my mortal blood. Some of them smiled or nodded at my playing, the mortal artists raised their glasses in honour, congratulating me. I was far younger than them, and the older fae musicians knew I was better than them. That meant I was in danger.

Thankfully, due to Lady Elowyns magic and words, no one could do me harm or use any magic on me that was weaker than Lady Elowyns. Fae magic is strange and powerful, my mortal mind could not comprehend it, so I never tried. I knew the basics of Lady Elowyns magic, her words created power itself, when written on paper and then eaten, the spells would protect whatever ingested the paper. I felt weird afterwards, dizzy and numb for hours.

She explained the rules as she wrote them down, I could not speak a word to her sons or husband, I could not speak while playing, I could not refuse any order given to me by her family, I could not cause harm to anyone, and I was not allowed to tell any one of my past. No magic could be cast on me if it was weaker than Lady Elowyns, which is very rare. No faerie fruit, food, drink or poison could do me harm. I could see through almost all fae magic and could never be tricked by their words. Lady Elowyn said it was for my own protection, which some of it was, but most were chains that kept me bound to her.

My fingers began to sting, the silver strings feeling like lead. I slowed my tune, falling into something more slower and calm. Lady Elowyn approached me, the other fae around me dispersed, afraid of her. Locklan and Opal fell silent near me, not wanting to be noticed by her. Lady Elowyn smiled, like a mother consoling her child.

“You may rest now, Harper, enjoy some food and dances. I will find another musician for a while,” she handed me a goblet of purple liquid.

I bowed deeply and accepted the drink. “Thank you, My Lady, I am forever grateful for your kind actions.”

She smiled again, pale eyes glowing. She gently caressed my cheek. “Save your talents for later tonight, there will be a surprise.”

With that she left, her twilight dress falling like water around her. Locklan and Opal hurried up to me, smiling deviously.

“What did she mean?” Locklan asked first, fox eyes wide.

I shushed him quickly. “I don’t know! Don’t ask me!”

Opal groaned. “The one time we get some drama filled sentence and you don’t even know what it means!”

I wanted to slap her arm, but my limb felt numb at the thought. Not even Lady Elowyns magic could let me make joking movements in her presence. I brushed off the twitch as if I were smoothing my skirt. I tucked my harp under my arm and held the goblet with both hands, taking small sips. The purple liquid tasted like lavender and mint and fresh water. Fae flavours were something I would miss if I was ever allowed to go back home.

Opal and Locklan started up a quick conversation, soon I was lost in their laughter and sly jokes that I didn’t notice another fae approaching us.

“I do hope you aren’t enjoying the revel so much without me,” they spoke regally, I froze at their tone.

“Is enjoying ourselves without you forbidden? I never knew,” Locklan smiled as he bowed.

Princess Evora laughed as Locklan kissed her hand. She moved to hug Opal, with Opal’s mother having such close connections with the Queen, Opal and Evora almost grew up together. Evora moved to hug me, all I could do was bow. Another rule from Lady Elowyns magic, under no circumstances am I allowed to touch the royal family. I smiled at Evora, it was the only way I could show her affection.

Princess Evora was a part of our little group, although we only saw her on nights like these, I enjoyed her company thoroughly. Evora was the fifth and final daughter to Queen Lorvera, she had no hopes of obtaining the throne so she spent her days making as many friends as she could. Evora was the most loved princess.

Princess Evora was gorgeous, her whole family was. While their beauty was stunning, Evora’s beauty was how serene and simple she looked. Evora had the same high cheekbones and round jaw has her sisters, the same pointed ears and smooth nose. While her mothers and sisters eyes were the bright colours, Evora’s eyes were the colour of old green pine. They still glittered nonetheless. Evora was still beautiful.

Her hair was free falling around her shoulders, in thick earthy brown curls. Her ears and neck were covered in sapphires embedded in silver leaves, the sapphires matched her blue dress. Her dress looked like the ocean, deep blue and shimmering.

“Harper? Are you all right?” Princess Evora asked, attempting to place a hand on my arm.

I hated that my arm involuntarily flinched out of her reach, I tried to smile at her to give her some comfort. “I am fine, Your Highness, I suppose I am drained from playing.”

“If you say so,” her eyes seemed sad, I wanted to make her feel better.

Opal poked my side. “Tell her what Lady Elowyn said to you.”

I didn’t think it was important, but Opal always had a deep desire for secrets. “When Lady Elowyn told me to stop playing, she said to wait for a surprise. Do you know what it could be?”

Evora smiled, her eyes glowed. “Oh, I do, and I won’t tell you.”

Locklan, as dramatic as he is, acted so hurt I thought he was going to weep. “My dear, angelic Highness, how could you be so cruel and not let us in on your dark secrets? How could you hold onto this information without telling us?”

Evora giggled behind her jewelled hand, her laugh sounded like wind chimes. “I wish I could, Locklan, but I’m afraid my mother has prohibited us from telling. We must wait until she has deiced to announce it.”

Opal nibbled on her finger. “Announce, you say? Hmm, what could she be announcing?” Opals wide eyes grew wider, she grasped Evora’s arm and jumped up and down. “I know! I know! Oh, it will be wondrous!”

“What? Now you know you have to tell us!” I said.

Opal squealed as she grasped my hands tightly. “Oh, I really can’t, but it will be wondrous!”

Locklan scoffed and crossed his arms. “Can you at least promise that whatever will be announced will cause some sort of theatrics?”

Opal and Evora exchanged looks, they smiled wildly. “Oh, dear Locklan, the drama that will unfold will be so fruitful that your family will have endless opportunities to create chaos,” Evora promised.

Locklan smiled again, showing his sharp teeth. “Well, if that’s the case, better start the warm up entertainment.”

He bowed deeply and turned towards the tables piled high with foods. He grabbed his older sister’s hand and leaped up onto the table. He twirled Volipa in his arms and they started to dance to the jumpy tune played on a flute somewhere. They kicked off platers of fruit and honeyed meats. The closest fae shrieked and moved quickly out of their range to protect their clothing.

Some fae laughed and cheered. Fae were odd like that, some craved chaos and drama so much they created it themselves, Locklan’s family was praised for the stories they created. Locklan and Volipa smiled and laughed as they danced on the table.

Evora laughed into her hand. “His desire for attention overrides his self-pride.”

“I don’t think there is anything else that can overcome Locklan’s love for attention,” I said, sipping my goblet.

“Not even his love for himself?” Opal quipped, we all laughed.

Evora hooked arms with Opal, Opal held onto my sleeve in response, Evora leaned forward. “Shall we follow his lead?”

I was about to agree when a hush fell over the party. Locklan and Volipa stopped their dancing, Queen Lorvera raised her eyebrow at them. Locklan and Volipa guilty climbed down from the table, their clothing stained with food and drink.

Queen Lorvera’s voice carried itself over the crowd. “Those young foxes, always creating some sort of ruckus when they get bored.”

The crowed laughed, Locklan and Volipa bowed dramatically, flashing their fox teeth. Queen Lorvera raised her glass at them, smiling to herself.

“What is the meaning of this party, you might ask? Well, as much as I love to keep secrets to myself, I can hold this one no longer,” everyone was hanging onto the Queens words, all silent and patient for what will be announced.

Queen Lorvera beckoned her eldest daughter, Astria, towards her. Evora and Opal bounced on their feet next to me. I could guess what is going to happen, but I was far from the truth. Queen Lorvera beckoned another fae forward, Elm walked towards her. Elm held Princess Astria’s hand and smiled brightly.

Queen Lorvera raised her goblet higher. “I am so proud to announce that we will have a wedding soon upon us. We shall celebrate the joining of my oldest daughter Astria, and the oldest son of Lord Bryn. We shall welcome Elm into my household, where he will be crowned prince, and continue the Viridishire line.”

The fae gathered erupted into cheers, they threw flowers into the air and started to dance. I had zoned out, almost on the brink of panicking.

What does this mean for me? How long will I be asked to play? Until my fingers bleed? Will I be sold again when Lady Elowyn finds a better muse to please the Queen?

A sharp jolt in my side shook me, Opal nodded in the direction of Lady Elowyn. She was glaring at me. I cleared my throat and raised my harp, I started to play instantly. The merry tune I played sent the fae into dancing circles as they congratulated Elm and Astria. Opal and Evora stayed next to me, chatting excitedly about the new wedding.

I felt sick, I don’t know why, my head started to swirl as I played. I had a bad feeling about this wedding. I wanted to feel happy for Elm, he has been nothing but kind to me. Something cold was tugging at me, my instincts trying to say something. I prayed it was fatigue as I continued to play.

Please let nothing go wrong.

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A Tall and Small Collection | Soren | Soren and the Fierce Feline

It was painstaking, but Soren was beginning to feel more secure about his family’s living quarters. He had moved them further into the barren halls between the walls past the rooms that smelled of litter and mothballs, but not as far as the human home he borrowed from. It made him uneasy to live so close to humans who he knew were going to be present. Even if it was a little colder, the halls of the empty rooms were far safer for his two younger brothers to speak freely. He had also managed to secure three days’ worth of food from picking up scraps of bread and a box of slightly stale raisins from behind one of the cabinets.

It also kept Brady busy. He was so paranoid that the cat would find its way into the passages between the walls that he spent most of his time guarding Soren’s brothers. This left all of the borrowing to Soren; and he was relieved that was the case. Brady’s incompetence had already forced one move, and he didn’t want another blunder so close to winter. It also gave Soren a chance to observe the humans in the other rooms.

He realized, after only two weeks of observation, that the rooms were sectioned off into things called “apartments.” It explained why the rooms belonged to some humans and not others. Still, it was easy to get turned around in the walls. It was Soren’s youngest brother, Rey, who came up with an idea to help them navigate. Rey suggested using thread to guide the way to different rooms. It would consume a lot of supplies, but using different threads to guide the way to different rooms was the smartest thing to do. As long as they held onto the line, they couldn’t be lost.

In order to do this, Soren would need thread – and lots of it. Based off of his observations, there was only one place he could go – and he didn’t like it. Soren prepared his bag, his hooks, and his needle. There were two outlets which led into a side room filled with paper scraps, scissors, and, above all, thread. Turns out the smelly cat lady worked with her nimble fingers with the thread to make clothes and crafts.

It was early in the morning when Soren prepared to set out. His brothers clung to his bag and begged him to take them along.

“We’ll be good and listen! Won’t we, Rey?” prompted Dorian. His younger brother nodded vigorously.

“Yes! We’ll be the best! Please let us come with you,” pleaded Rey. Soren smiled and ruffled his brothers’ hair playfully. It was long enough now that it covered the tops of his fingers completely. Unlike himself, his brothers took after his mother, kind and smooth faces round and ever smiling. Their eyes, pale blue and hair a light sandy brown, reminded him every day of the piece he wished he had. Soren took more after his father, Aaron. His features were thinner and flexible. His borrowing kept him strong; deceptively so.

“Not today bobbins,” he muttered. His brothers’ eyes twinkled at the mention of their mother’s affectionate nickname for them. “You have to stay put and guard the fort you never named.” His playful rebuke was enough to quiet his brothers. With that, he gave a simple salute and headed into the labyrinth of walls before him.

The smell was overwhelming. Soren took a moment and breathed deeply to calm himself, but the stench only put him on edge. He knew he was fast. He knew he was flexible and could out-maneuver anything thrown or swung his way. Still, he didn’t want to test his abilities if he didn’t have to.

Soren listened carefully, refusing to breathe until he heard some sign of life. If he was right, the elderly human woman would be rustling in the kitchen in an hour or so with the cat begging at her heels. He had maybe two hours before needing to remain absolutely silent and undetected. Barely enough time and entirely risky.

He pushed the faceplate off of the electrical cords and stepped out into the human world.

It was always so vast and dizzying, the world of the humans. The tables and chairs towered above his head. The desks and trinkets were massive and often too bulky for a borrower. It took true ingenuity to even maneuver even the smallest of the human’s things for borrowing; but Soren had a clever mother and a determined father. They taught him many tricks, one of which was to find the piece which he and his siblings were called after so affectionately.

Soren, in a burst of speed, sprinted from the walls to the nearest wooden table. He swung his hook with all his might and watched the line fly from his hands. With a quick flick of his wrist, the hook twitched and lodged itself into the soft wood table. [Lodged on the first try.] Soren didn’t have time to celebrate as he climbed hand over fist until he reached the top of the table. He kept low, resting the entire front of his body on the table from behind the sewing machine. His heart pounded from the sudden burst of energy.

Just a foot from him rested a sewing box. Soren’s mother told him that it was a common place for humans to keep small supplies for sewing like needles, bobbins, and scraps of thread in the box. His heart stopped pounding and, after taking a breath, he stealthily crept to the box and forced the edges apart. Inside was a plethora of supplies, everything he and his family could use for months. Still, that wasn’t the borrower way. [Don’t take more than what you need.]

With a reluctant sigh, he pulled out two sewing needles from the strange, circular pack. He pulled out one of the bobbins which was filled with thread and found an empty one under one of the pin cushions. Soren grinned and placed the bobbins in his bag along with a few large buttons and the needles. Soren glanced around, satisfied with his borrowing.

That’s when he spotted it – a plastic bag filled with mismatched pieces of fabric and half-used thread spools. The scraps were unusable, barely two inches in any direction; at least, unusable for a human. The fabric would undoubtedly make better bedding and help line the floors and walls for insulation. There was an obvious problem. Moving fabric took time. Since the pieces were in a bag, all he would need to do was push the bag to the ground. Humans with pets often blamed their pets for things spilling and making their way under furniture. If he was going to attempt this, Soren would undoubtedly make noise – potentially summoning the cat.

He would have to be quick. Soren’s heart pounded in his chest. This was stupid. Beyond stupid. This is the sort of thing his parents would box his ears over. Should he wait? Should he abandon the scraps of the humans and the promise of warmth for his siblings? While he crouched by the sewing machine and pondered these things, he heard the soft jingle of a bell – the cat’s bell. He whipped around to see two enormous, fluffy paws cresting over the edge of the table and the tips of two ears in a chair nearby.

This was his chance.

Soren snapped his fingers, gaining the cat’s attention. Its ears twitched at the sound. Its nose and eyes peered over the table slowly, menacingly. It had caught scent of its prey. Soren watched the cat’s movements carefully. Soren’s father taught him that animals had their tells, and that a quick sway before a pounce the tell of a cat. Soren kept his body taut and prepared to leap. [Wait… wait… There!] The cat swayed once, twice, and then rapidly. Soren could feel the creature’s breath on his back as he leapt out of the way toward the plastic bag filled with scraps and thread.

He tumbled out of the way and was on his feet in a second. He grabbed the edge of the bag and rustled it.

“Come and get it fluffy,” he growled. The cat growled right back and swiped at him with its paws, but he was ready. The cat’s paw slashed at the bag, ripping it slightly. Several spools of thread began to slip from the holes. Soren didn’t have a moment to lose. He threw himself against the bag as the cat backed up and pounced again, this time tipping the bag onto the very edge.

With the cat’s back turned, Soren darted across the table to his rappel line. He knew the rope burn against his palms was going to hurt, but it was going to be alright. He seized the line and threw himself off of the table. The cat, in a spasm and flurry of movement, spun and kicked toward the young borrower. As it did, its back legs sent the bag flying off of the edge of the table and onto the ground.

Soren’s hand stung and burned as he reached the bottom. He couldn’t hold back now. He dared not hold back now. Soren pulled his hook free with a rapid thrash of his arm before he sprinted for his life toward the wall. He could sense the cat’s eyes searching for him, but he could sense something else. Tremors. Shuffling tremors. He knew what this had to be.

“Jaida? What are you doing in here Jaida?” the human’s booming voice, even elderly, sent chills up Soren’s spine. He forced his thoughts out of his head and threw himself into his instincts. He was now only inches away from the entrance into the walls. He dove, miraculously missing his head against the far wall. He whipped around and pulled the cover behind him just as he saw an illuminated eye peer at him, seething and hissing viciously.

“Now Jaida, you’ve gone and made a mess. Come along.” Soren listened as the cat growled in its master’s arms as the elderly lady shuffled away to put the cat in another room. Soren wanted to rest. He wanted to recover and sit for an age; but he couldn’t do that now.

Soren forced himself to his feet and peered out of the hole once again. He spotted the old lady and the cat leaving the room as she closed the door behind her. Soren could have sworn the cat made eye contact with him in a deep seeded hatred.

With the door closed, Soren slid back outside of the wall cover and to the bag of cloth scraps and thread. It took nearly thirty minutes, but Soren managed to pull out the necessary fabric and thread and pull them back behind the walls. Soren knew it was probably too much, but the lady was older and most likely forgetful. Soren had been told that older humans were often forgetful.

After his encounter, Soren took a moment on his pile of fabric. It was too close. Far too close. Soren couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to risk his life for some scraps of fabric. He laid back and stretched against the cloth. [It was soft, almost unbelievably so. Perhaps… for fabric this soft… it was worth it.]

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#borrower #g/t #giant #tiny #gianttiny #tinyperson #giantworld #cat #feline #survival #injured #wounded #fabric #fight #risk #borrowers #epic fight #chance #medical #capture #captured

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brywrites · 4 years

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Small Wonders

This is quite different from what I usually write because sex scenes are so not my forte, but I feel like said scenes are always so serious (which don’t get me wrong, is very often the mood), but I wanted to try my hand at writing intimacy that was a little more lighthearted. Smut, but not graphic? Soft smut? Is that a thing? I’m deciding it’s a thing. Summary: Reid x Reader. Soft, sweet sex after the end of a long case.

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He comes home from a long case in Arizona to find her lying on the bed in a sundress. The soft light of golden hour filtering through the window illuminating her hair and the bare skin of her shoulder as she turns the page of a book she’s currently lost in. Reid leans up against the doorframe and thinks to himself that he’s never seen anything so lovely before, but then she looks up and notices him and a soft flush paints her cheeks and he knows that she is the loveliest vision he’s ever had the honor to behold.

“What are you doing?” she asks, bashful.

“Just… admiring the view.”

She stretches out across the bed, throwing one arm over the edge of the mattress dramatically. “Oh? You like what you see, Doctor?”

“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he replies. In just three steps he crosses the room and flops onto the bed beside her.

Y/N giggles. “Weren’t you just at the Grand Canyon, like four hours ago? I find your statement highly suspect when you’ve just seen one of the literal Wonders of the World.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” His voice carries a mock gravitas, and before she has a chance to respond he wraps his arms around her to tickle he, and she’s in fits of laughter under his fingertips. Oh how he’s missed the sound of her laughter. Y/N squirms beneath his grip, and seconds later she manages to twist around so she’s on top of him, pinning his arms back behind his head, a triumphant smirk on her face.

He’s sure he must be staring at her in awe because she says, “Don’t look so surprised. I learned a thing or two from Morgan’s self-defense seminar.”

“And so you did. I guess that means I shouldn’t worry when I’m away – you can clearly handle yourself.”

“Mmm. But I’m glad you’re home.” She’s properly straddling him now, and she leans down to kiss him, releasing his hands. A fact which he’s grateful for as it’s all the better to be able to cup her cheek and bring her closer to him. Her lips are sweet and when she slips her tongue into his mouth he swears he could just melt then and there.

“See?” Reid says between kisses. “The Grand Canyon could never make me feel this way.”

“Oh I should hope not,” she says, rolling her hips against him. He tries to stifle a moan. “Because we might need to have a conversation about that.”

“Nothing could ever make me feel the way you do,” he replies. “Who decided it should be a Wonder anyways? It’s just a lot of rock with a river at the bottom.”

Reid presses his lips to her neck, feeling her pulse with every kiss. It takes her a long minute to formulate a response. “I hear it’s nice at sunset. And the topography is quite pretty.” Hours ago he was there at the edge and there was something about its grandeur that made him feel so small. But he’s certain that the sun sinking over it would have nothing on the way she looks in the glow of the evening. And he is far more interested in studying the peaks and valleys of her body than of any canyon. A canyon doesn’t respond beneath your fingertips. Doesn’t sigh in a way that fills you with longing. Doesn’t look at you like with eyes that put the desert stars to shame.

She loosens his tie, unbuttons his shirt to run her hand over the skin of his chest. He sits up to shrug off the rest of it, bringing her with him. Then she’s kissing his shoulder while his hands find their way under the hem of her dress in search of skin of her lower back to hold her tighter against him.

Her fingers are deliciously tangled in his hair while his mouth moves past her collarbone when she asks, “Is this okay?”

“Very much so,” he hums, completely content.

Reid carefully pulls her dress up over her head, one of the straps getting caught on her ear as he does so.

“What do you think should be a Wonder?” she asks as she helps him disentangle the fabric. The dress is quickly discarded on the floor, joining his shirt and her book which has long since fallen over the edge of the bed.

“I’d have to think about that.” He’s a little breathless now as she flicks open his belt, her palm pressed against his growing erection. It seems he can’t manage to remove his trousers fast enough. “The Peabody Library? The Northern Lights. Colada Coffee.” The coffee shop down the block from them that makes his coffee with as much sugar as he wants.

“All good choices,” she laughs. The contemporary brassiere remains one of the most frustrating articles of fashion in his opinion, and even now he struggles to undo the clasp of her bralette. “If I’d known you were going to be home so soon I would’ve put something a little sexier on.” The bralette is a nude lace number that doesn’t at all match her neon boyshorts but he doesn’t care. He’s too in love with her to concern himself with something so trivial, not when she’s looking up at him through her lashes like that.

“Are you kidding? There’s nothing sexier than this.” Finally managing to take off the bra, he lays her back against the mattress, hovering over her. “You should be a Wonder.” She laughs at that but her giggle gives way to a sigh as his mouth and hand finds her breasts. He gives each careful attention before trailing kisses down her stomach. Reid slides her brightly-colored underwear down her legs and adds it to the pile on the floor. He takes her in, letting his eyes roam over every inch of her as he positions himself at the end of the bed. “This is a much better view than any in Arizona.”

His lips are on her sex when she says, “That’s quite the yonic imagery, darling.” He can’t help but laugh, wondering how on earth he thought he could compare the Grand Canyon and a vulva without making that connection. The vibration of his laugh makes her writhe in pleasure.

He pulls away to look at her again. “Have I told you I love you lately?”

“I’m sure you have, but a little reminder never hurts,” she teases.

“Good. Because I have a five days of catching up to do.” He presses his lips to her inner thigh before returning his attention to the place she wants him most. It’s always hard to be away from her, especially for nearly a week at a time. During a case he misses every part of her. Her smile and the feeling of her hand in his and her jokes and moments like this that make the world fade away. A bed feels much emptier without her there. His heart isn’t quite complete when they’re apart. When she’s close he stops, and says, “Maybe the Great Barrier Reef.”

“The Louvre,” she counters, her breath hitched.

He returns to his arduous ministrations, only to do the same thing again. “Stonehenge.”

“What’s the purpose of it, anyways?”

He traces lazy circles over her hips. “It’s most likely a calendar or some sort of ceremonial religious site.” His boxer briefs feel incredibly tight over his straining cock, but just wants to make her feel good right now.

“Or maybe it’s a sex thing,” Y/N offers.

He laughs. “You know, it’s entirely possible. We humans are simple creatures. I mean I’m barely home five minutes and I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“I have no complaints,” she says as he places his head between her thighs once more.

And again he pulls away to say, “The chicken-fried lobster at Binion’s.”

“Okay, now I have a complaint because you’re just being mean.” But she smiles as she says it and for a moment he wants nothing more than to capture the memory of that smile, her checks flushed, her chest rising and falling, her hair a mess.

“Sorry,” he says, grinning. He crawls back up to kiss her forehead. “I just wanted to make this last.”

“Your stamina, that’s one of the Wonders of the World.” She strokes his cheek tenderly. “But I’m almost there, Spencer.”

The sound of his name on her lips is like music. He knows he won’t last long either. Reid fumbles briefly in the nightstand for a condom and then there’s no more distance between them. Just warmth and the way her eyes crinkle as they continue to make each other giggle between soft groans, and he can’t think of anything more wonderful than this.

And then there is release, for both of them. An end to the heat. A honey-sweet high. They lie side by side in bed and he pulls her close to his chest, cherishing the sensation of her skin against his, the smell of her perfume mixed with sweat and sex. With her, he is finally home. The love he has for her is deeper than the Colorado River could ever run. It’s bottomless, infinite.

She kisses his lips, briefly. “I didn’t get the chance to ask you about the case,” she says.

He slowly trails his fingers up and down her spine. “Everything was okay. We found the hostages in time, and for one everybody lived happily ever after.”

“I’m so glad. And that certainly explains why you’re in such a good mood.” Heavier cases have a habit of bringing him back to her a little quieter, a little less spontaneous.

“A little bit,” he admits. “But mostly I’m just happy to see you.” It’s getting harder and harder to be away from her, and he has a sense that the sun may be setting on this chapter of his life. He loves the job. For years it’s been his whole world. That was before her, though. Now his world is tucked under his chin, safe in his arms, and teasing him about the fact he’d call coffee a wonder of the world. He doesn’t want nightmares to consume his days anymore. He wants time with her, laughing and reading and building a home together. He wants a family with her. Children running around in the backyard. Maybe even a dog or a cat. A whole life with her.

Because there’s nobody else in the world who makes him feel so wonderful, wonder-filled. And he wonders if there will ever be words enough to tell her just how much he loves her.

#fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #reid x reader #spencer reid x reader

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onlystylesangels · 4 years

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The Night I Lost You

Request: Hi. Can I do a request where y/n is a famous actress/singer and she is dating Harry but they both decided to have a break because of their busy schedule then Chris Evans made a move with y/n and Harry got jealous? Thank you! :)

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader, Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Harry take a break on their relationship and one particular night changes everything.

Warnings: Angst, and little fluff.

Word Count: 6k+

A/N: It’s finally here!!! This was requested to me a long long time ago and I am finally posting this gem! I really hope you like it. I know I am moving past the original writing that I used to write, but I am just trying to explore on what I like to write and so far I like it! If you want come talk to me here! I love love you all! I am sending all my love and stay safe beauties!! - A.💕💓💞💖💗

*3 weeks ago*

You get invited to attend the Oscars! You were truly ecstatic that this was your very first invite to attend an awards night. Well, you got invited because you were an actress yourself and the movie that you played a role in was nominated for the ‘Best Original Screenplay’ award, and boy were you excited. It was not like you were nominated for best new actress, but hey, the movie that you were in was nominated for a freaking Oscar award!

So you told your close friends and family right away once you found out the news; you were so excited. But there was an emptiness in you, and all the excitement that you felt just moments ago disappeared. After talking with your agent you were going to call Harry, your boyfriend, well sort of boyfriend because you two were currently on break. You were the one to suggest the break due to yours and Harry’s schedules. Both of you always missed each other and so, the idea of taking a break seemed like the simple way to keep the relationship steady.

As for Harry, he was alone in his tour bus sipping some water from a water bottle as his phone was faced down on the table. He drifted his eyes to the bottle and down to his phone, he was contemplating on calling you. He just wanted to call and see how you were, but would it make it weird. You two were still on break, so would calling cross that boundary? He really wanted to hear your sweet voice, that voice that always made him fall into a deep sleep. Your fingers running deep into his scalp as you whispered sweet nothings near his ear, he missed that, he missed you. He loves you so much that it is hard to stop loving the person that you are emotionally vulnerable to. It is hard to let all those memories go, when just two months ago you two made love and confessed to each other that you were both going to love each other for the rest of your lives.

*Present Time*

“Y/N you know you’re invited to the after party, right?” Emma, your agent says.

You simply nod and rub your heel on the floor, and as you were doing so, you moved a piece of fabric that was extended on the tail of your lilac colored dress letting people walk along without stepping on your dress.

“Yeah I know, but I really wanted to go with Eric. You know how much he likes these types of parties. I just feel naked without him, you know.” you say. You look down ready to maybe call it a night.

“I know sweetheart, but I just want to make sure you have fun,” Emma puts a hand on your shoulder reassuring you, “You know, you do have to get back to work with that movie you got a role in, must I remind you.” Emma smiled as you looked up at her, with a growing smile.

“That’s right! Shit Emma, I almost forgot,” you exclaimed. You rest your hand on Emma's arm. “How did I almost forget?” Emma just shrugs her shoulders and smiles at you.

“Go over there and have fun. Promise I will be close by if you need, okay?” You nodded at this and started walking towards the venue that surely had more than ten colorful lights on display. You were surely going to see actors and actresses that you loved. You turn around and look towards Emma who is giving her two thumbs up as encouragement. This would have been better if you physically had someone with you accompanying to this party. You were glad that Emma was going to stay here for a bit, but you still felt unsure if staying here was a good idea.

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So you were sitting at a table of four, but the only occupant was you. You swirled the alcoholic liquid that was sloshing around in the martini glass. You let out a sigh, wishing that this party would end sooner. You kept swirling the liquid and you glanced every once in a while to see people talking just feet away from you. You stared down at your phone and decided to look through it, but before you could look through social media you felt a presence next to you.

"Hi. Is this seat taken?" He asked, a hand on his hip and the other holding a beer bottle.

You didn't look up to see who the man was; you just stared at the liquid swirling around in the glass.

"I don't think there's anyone sitting there. Pretty sure it's just me here." You looked up and saw the man with eagerness and a smile plastered on his face. Blue eyes that could probably beat the shininess of a sapphire diamond and lashes that could closely resemble lashes of a beautiful and majestic forest creature. Chris Evans was talking to you.

When you were nearly a teen you had a slight crush on a particular actor that always swooned you whenever you saw him on the big screen and you didn't really think much of it until right now. Right now, Chris Evans was standing next to you, a smile on his face and his eyes dancing over your face. Damn him, and those precious blue eyes

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like a smartass."

Chris only let out a hearty chuckle which made you feel more clueless.

"No, no. It's fine. I didn't mean to interrupt. I just noticed that you were all alone here and felt tempted to come and talk to you. If you’re comfortable that is.” He reasoned.

"There was literally nothing to interrupt. And yeah-- why would I not feel comfortable? I’m just-- not in a party mood, I guess." You muttered out. You sipped the last contents from the glass.

“Would you want some company? I’m not really in the mood either.”

You froze. You literally stood still as you stared up at him. He looked amazing wearing a three piece burgundy suit with a pair of sunglasses peeking from his suit pocket. Seeing him there in front of you, inches away from you; you literally had no words that you could say other than just stare into those blue eyes of his.

He nudged your arm and you automatically came back from your fantasy land.

"Uh- hi." You finally let out, rubbing your arm, a nervous mechanism you got during your teen years.

"Hi," he smiled yet again, "Y/N, right?" He asked and drank a gulp of beer.

Wait, what? He knows your name?

"Uh-yes. How did you kn-,"

"I watched the movie that you were in. Nice character by the way." He complimented.

"Oh, oh really?" You sounded flabbergasted, how the hell would Chris Evans even recognize you? You were an actress but it wasn't like you were a well known actress.

"Yeah! I really enjoyed your character and how you portray someone that was so hurt, yet she still managed to kill a lot of people." He replayed back in his mind. You nodded at his response, your arms crossed over your chest as the phone that you were busy looking through was now on the table faced down.

"Well, you know I just tried to do my best as I always try to do with the roles. But yeah, it was a pretty good film, there was action, drama, romance, literally every movie genre you could think of is in that movie."

"You didn't get nominated. It sucks, I think I would've voted for you." He said, a smile on his face as he takes another sip of his beer.

You blushed. Not like a soft tint of pink, but a tomato-red tint blush.

"Oh, umm-, no… I wasn't that good to be nominated," You reasoned, "I mean I was okay. I don’t think I deserved to be nominated anyway." You mention. Was it true though?

“Give yourself some more credit, doll. I think you were a great talent in that movie.” Chris smiled, he set his now empty beer bottle on the table and stared at you with those blue eyes that you could not stop staring at.

“You mean it?”

Chris shrugged and nodded, “Of course. Why would I lie?”

It was your turn to stare at him with your eyes squinting a bit trying to see where he was getting at. He was telling the truth. Why would he root for her though?

“Well, thank you Chris. You are too sweet.” You smiled as you took a sip of your drink. Chris raised his brows and smirked down at you.

Maybe this party was not going to be that bad after all.

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"So tell me about yourself, Y/N. Anything interesting about the Y/N Y/L/N?"

You sat there and thought to yourself. A finger on your chin.

"Hmm," you hummed to yourself. "Well I grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Attended a couple of theatres in high school and during senior year I trained to be part of an acting camp and I guess that is where I started to fall in love with acting." You said, as you remembered the very first time you auditioned for a role.

"Really? That's kind of how I started too." His brows raised as he swallowed the last drops of his water.

"Never knew that Chris Evans started just like how I started."

"Well, gotta start somewhere, right?" He smirked.

And yes. That was how the night went. You still couldn't believe that you just met Chris Evans that same night and he was literally a shiny gem that you would find in a clear blue body of water. A gem that you could never get tired of looking at.

But the night and the party had to eventually end at some point. You were getting tired and also Chris was getting a bit woozy from the long day. His eyes were starting to feel heavy and his mouth couldn't contain the treacherous yawns that would soon make you yawn as well.

The night was eventful and having to meet Chris was just the cherry on top. You felt so honored in being invited to the Oscars. You were beyond ecstatic to join so many well renowned actors and actresses. You were living your best life.

You and Chris walked alongside each other as you exited the party. The double doors leading back to the party were gold-colored and the floor was covered with velvet-red carpet. You made sure to examine the room before you left because you had a feeling that this night might not happen again or maybe you might get lucky in the future.

Chris opens the door for you, you thank him and walk out; Chris following behind you.

"It was really nice meeting you Y/N. Hoping to see you around, maybe?" He smiled. His hands were tucked away in his pants pockets.

"Yeah. It was a pleasure meeting you Chris, really, a true pleasure." You smiled and hugged Chris. Once you both parted Chris leaned down and laid a kiss on your cheek.

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You arrived at the house that you rented. You moan under your breath when you remove the strap from your ankle and toss your heels to the floor. You could just carry them in your hand and put them where they belong, but honestly, you were tired as hell.

You wandered into the hallway as you reminisced how the blankets covered your body and made you feel so comfortable. You wished that you could go to the master bedroom and lie down and sleep, but you really wanted to take a warm bath before you called it a night. A simple whimper came out of your mouth when you came inside the bathroom. You sighed at the exposure of the bathtub and how it clearly invited you in with the pearly white tub empty- waiting to be filled with warm luscious water.

You walked towards the tub as if you were summoned by the bathtub. You twist the tub faucet and you feel the water temperature to make sure that it was a good temperature for you to bathe in. As you are content with the water temperature, you add in one of your favorite bath bombs. You watch the bomb sizzle and change the water into a bright blue.

If only you could have nights like these. Take warm baths, pamper yourself with face masks and foot masks. Yes, of course you would have breaks when you finished filming your parts, but tonight just felt different.

After going to your very first awards night and attending an after party, it was literally your dream to go to one of those. But not only that you attended that party, but you also met Chris Evans who you have had a crush on during your teen years.

All in all it was a good night. Very busy, but it was a good one. You begin to lather your body as you also start swooshing the water making little designs with the purple hue of the water. You were having fun. You were making yourself smile from how relaxed you were. You finish up washing up and finally drying yourself up as you get ready to go to bed.

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You woke up to a ringtone that blared out from your phone that was sitting on the nightstand. You hurriedly rub your eyes and look for your phone haphazardly as your eyes haven't adjusted to the bright sunlight that was peeking through the curtains.

'Hello?" You answer. Your voice groggy.

Shuffling on the other end makes you queasy. It was literally early in the morning, you weren't ready to hear loud sounds, let alone answering a phone call.

"Hiya Y/N!" Emma exclaims in excitement.

Again, you close your eyes from the faint ringing you heard from her voice.

"Uh- can you not yell right now?"

Your agent chuckled as you sat up on the bed.

"I love the enthusiasm, but- it's just you're so loud sometimes, especially being early in the day."

You heard Emma scoff in response.

"You call this early? Sweetheart it's 11:46 AM."

You remove the phone from your ear and look at the time. Shit. You were supposed to wake up at 7:20, how the hell did-

"I need you here asap. I don't want to drive up there to fetch you myself."

"Oh and- when were you going to tell me that you ended up meeting Chris Evans?"

"Er, how did you find out?"

"I got a call from his publicist and he just asked for your number."

"Wait you gave my number to his publicist?"

"No, no. I gave it to Chris. He was with his publicist so I spoke with Chris for a few minutes.

That made more sense to you. You guess you were too busy getting to know more about Chris that you both forgot to exchange numbers.

The next few days went like a blur. Literally each day you would go on set for the upcoming movie that you got cast on. You felt happy that you were finally working again, but you really wanted a short break from it all. You wanted to take a hot bath and stay in the tub for hours and hours, and not be worried about a certain time that you would have to go to bed. Right now you just wished something could happen. Something great. Anything- anything at all.

“Y/N! I need you to listen to this! It’s a call from one of the directors that are shooting that one movie.”

You curled your lips at the mention of another movie. Wait. You just finished filming a movie and now directors are wanting to talk to you? You remembered that once you started your acting career things weren’t looking too good for you, but now that directors have seen your face plastered for nominations, you were literally getting loads and loads of calls from so many directors.

“For what movie?” You asked.

“It was that one movie that you were so interested in!”

“Wait, the movie that has the main female character be an advocate for lgbtq+ community during the 1960s?”

Emma nodded her head in excitement.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!

You were beyond excited when you got the news that a few directors were going to make a movie about the lgbtq+ movement. It was going to be a beautiful and yet tragic project. You wanted no more than to just be casted in this movie. You didn’t care if you were going to be casted as the side characters, but all you cared about was having the chance to be part of a life changing movie.

You grab the phone from Emma and answer.

“Hello?” You squeak. You couldn’t contain your excitement anymore.

The director’s voice comes on the line and you get more jumpy when the director mentioned that you got a part in the movie. He didn’t say what character you were going to play as, but you were ecstatic of course.

Once you said your goodbyes and thank yous to the director you hang up the phone and look behind to see Emma. She was grinding her teeth and her eyes wide open as if she was waiting for you to spill the beans.

“Well?” Her arms extended.

You couldn’t contain yourself any longer and erupted with a happy dance.

“I fucking got it! I got a part in the movie!” You bounced up and down in place as your manager jumped to you and danced along with you. You two were like two little bunnies hopping in place.

You stopped dancing in place when you heard your phone chime in the distance. You look behind and retrieve your phone and see that you got a message from a private number.

Private Number: I just heard the news! I’m excited for you! You fucking deserved the part.

You: Who is this?

Private Number: Ah shit sorry. It’s Chris. Chris Evans

Emma peeks over your shoulder. A prominent smile on her face.

“It’s Chris Evans I see.” She smirks as you lightly hit her arm. Your cheeks tinting a soft pink.

You Chris! Hi! How are you!

Wait, that's too many exclamation marks. Maybe notch it down a bit.

Hi Chris! How are you?

Chris Evans Hi. I’ve been good. I just got a call from the director that is going to direct that movie that you just got in. I got the male leading role. I’m excited to work alongside you.

Chris got the lead male role? You are going to be in a movie along with Chris? No, no, no- this is literally a dream. How could you have been able to be casted on a movie with one of your favorite actors?

You took a deep breath and contemplated what you wanted to send him. You went along with saying how excited you were about the movie and you were also excited to work along with him.

You and Chris continued texting each other back and forth for the next couple minutes. Throughout the activity you had a smile on your face, but your smile would slowly fade once you thought back to when you told your boyfriend that you got casted on your second movie.

~~ ~~ ~~

You were literally jumping on the couch when you found out the news. Your phone was clutched in your hands as you had it close to your chest, not wanting to let go or ever delete the message that you received from the directors. You just couldn't wait to tell Harry about the big news.

And speaking of Harry, you hear the door of the house open and Harry came in wearing a gray sweatshirt along with a red bandana tucked in his messy curls.

'Hi darlin'. How was your day?' He put his gym bag down on the floor and lazily removed his shoes near the doormat.

You excitedly jump off the coach and tackle him into a hug. You catch Harry off guard as his back hits the wall and wraps his arms around your body.

'What’s going on, love?' A waiver in his voice. He sounded concerned and looked concerned as well. You look up to him and his brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips are set in a thin line.

You cup his cheeks and caress the rough stubble that was starting to grow on his cheeks. You smile brightly at him as he smiles back, confused why you were so happy. He loved seeing you like this obviously, but he just sensed that something brought you into a good mood.

'I got it!' You finally say. Still, Harry was very confused at what exactly you got.

'Got what, love- oh wait… you got the part?!'

You nodded in agreement.

Harry then ran towards you and lifted you up from the ground and twirled you around. His mouth connecting with your cheeks as your eyes were shut as the close presence of Harry made you feel protected and loved. Harry was beyond happy with you at this moment and he was waiting for the right time to ask you to marry him if he ever did get that chance.

You were enveloped in his arms for the rest of the night and you both watched your favorite movies. But with you and Harry, you both never actually watched the movies because you two ended up making love that same night.

The very last time you both were intimate with each other.

~~ ~~ ~~

You hugged the pillow close to your chest. Emma left right after you finished talking with Chris and now all you felt was the absence of a certain someone. You wanted to see him so bad, but then again you two were probably already broken up by this point. So you shifted your thoughts from Harry back to Chris.

You Hey! Do you want to come by sometime to have dinner?

… Chris Sure! Special occasion?

You Could be? Just celebrating that we got parts for an upcoming movie?

… Chris Okay, awesome! I can come by Friday if that’s okay?

You Sure! Friday it is then. How about around seven?

Chris Yeah that works for me. I’ll come by your place.

You Great! I’ll send you my address!

Chris Can’t wait to see you Y/N!

You Me too :)

You turned off your phone and set it on the coffee table in front of you. You sit back, your arm shading you from the living room lights. You just sat there on the couch for what felt like hours. And you didn’t have anything else interesting to do after your text messages with Chris.

You left your phone untouched, sitting still on the coffee table. You get up from the couch and walk towards your bedroom and close the door behind you. If only you could feel happy right now. You wished about feeling the happiness you were aiming for, but the harder you tried to, it just became easier to lose the feeling of being happy. You obviously felt happy with everything that was going on in your life at this moment, but you didn't really feel that ecstatic energy that you once felt before.

~~ ~~ ~~

It was Friday. You felt like staying in bed for the rest of the day, but you knew that you had to get ready for a guest later.

So you did your morning routine as usual and you started to do small things around the house. Organized the shelves in the living room, and wiped down the dining table and you even prepared a pot of water where you were going to put potatoes to boil.

You weren't really wanting a fancy dinner, but you wanted something that could fill you and Chris up for the evening.

For the rest of the day you continued to cook and clean here and there. During parts of your cooking sessions you would dance to the rhythm and sing out loud as you tried to be in sync with the blaring speakers.

Within the comfort of your home, it was a wholesome experience when it all came together. Food was cooked and the music was now at a low murmur in the background, and your thoughts roamed through your head. A buzzing sound is what it sounded more like, as if you were a busy bee, but only hearing it in your brain.

After the food was cooked you went over the table and made some small adjustments that needed to be mended with. You made sure that the table had space where the large dishes would be set at. And you also made sure that the table made itself inviting. A vase of flowers perched in the middle, and a little decorative object you loved having presented on the table.

Now that you finished cooking the food and organized the table all you had to do now was wait. It was 6:40, so Chris could come any minute now. You tucked stray strands of hair behind your ear and smoothed over your top as if your shirt was getting more wrinkles by every passing minute. You just sat on the couch looking ahead at a blank wall waiting for the blue-eyed man to come.

And as if on queue, you heard a distinct knock near the door. You got up from the couch and walked towards the hallway that led to the kitchen. You stop on your tracks, almost making it to the door. You wait until you hear another knock. The soft pounding on the door comes again and so you start walking towards the door this time and slowly open the door revealing Chris wearing a black Henley paired with some blue-washed jeans. His feet were adorned with black sneakers.

You move aside and invite Chris in. A smile slowly showing on his face. You look down at the ground and prepare on what you were going to say, but once you were going to say something; Chris stopped you.

“How are you, Y/N?” Chris asked as he brought you close to him and pecked your cheek.

“I’m doing fine. And you?” You answer back.

“Great.” He nodded as you motioned towards the living room.

Chris was met with picture frames hung on the simple white painted walls, and some that you set on top of shelves. The couch sat adjacent to the coffee table that had little miscellaneous objects.

“Here, just sit here for now, let me set the table so we can eat.” You suggested as you walked towards the kitchen without getting a reply from Chris.

You started setting the table; you put the main dish in the middle along with the mashed potatoes. The sun's rays were starting to peek through the curtains which illuminated the kitchen. The rays almost blinded you from what you were currently doing. You grabbed the plates and utensils. You didn't notice Chris was standing next to you, he takes the utensils that were in your hands and sets them on the table. You smile brightly at him as he returns the gesture.

Chris sits down on a chair that is across from where you were going to sit. He waits for you to get settled onto your chair and unfolds his napkin and lays it on his lap.

“So you literally made all of this?” Chris inquired. His right hand holding a fork. You looked from your plate and caught his eye. The sunrays were cascading a light blue hue to his eyes and it was something that you couldn't stop laying your eyes on.

“Of course. What do you think? That I was going to order takeout?”

Chris shrugged, “Would’ve been a shorter route.” You smiled at that as you continued to eat some of your mashed potatoes.

And the night went just like that. You and Chris ate and conversed on the side. You were glad that Chris came to have dinner with you, because you honestly made it an excuse to do something. If you never invited Chris in the first place then you would have probably slept in and watched a lot of your favorite movies and shows. But hey, there was nothing wrong with that too.

But now you weren't so sure. It just felt odd for some reason. You were thinking about Harry. You wished that you could call Harry and tell him that you were ready to go back to what things used to be. You wished that you never put on a break on the relationship.

But who knows if you have the courage to call him.

~~ ~~ ~~

“So was it really that bad?” You asked.

You and Chris have already finished with your dinner. Now it was for embarrassing stories. You already had told your story so now it was time for Chris to tell his.

Chris takes a sip of his beer and almost bursts out laughing.

“You know. Having a brother like Scott is huge work. There was this one time where we both got drunk, but I was still a little sober, so I went to look for him since we were outside swimming in the beach-”

“Bad idea.” You interrupted.

“I know,” Chris chuckles again. “So I finally found him and he was lying on the sand as the ocean waves continued to touch shore. I was so fucking scared because he could have drowned so I grabbed his shirt and as I was pulling him towards me I saw shit on the sand-" Chris couldn't finish what he was going to say, before laughing his ass off.

"I turned him around and his swim shorts were covered in shit.” Chris laughed out loud. His hand grasping his left pec.

You as well laughed along with Chris. That story was literally one of the funny things you have heard in a while.

While you two talked you invited Chris a glass of wine- glasses of wine. You started to talk more about the new movie project that you got along with Chris, and you were honestly excited for what would be waiting for you. You continued talking as Chris just sat back and listened along. You have probably drunk two or three glasses of wine, but to be honest you didn’t quite remember how many glasses you have drunk. As to Chris he was taking it slow on the wine. He only drank one glass and a half, since he had to drive anyway.

The talking was non stop, but to some point it had to come to a stop. Chris was ready to leave your place. He let that feeling sit, but he knew that he had to get going. It was getting late after all.

“I’m gonna get out of your hair now, Y/N.” He announced. Hearing him definitely made you quiet. “Wonder if we can do this again?” He got up from his chair and walked towards the two big sliding doors that led to the massive backyard.

Was he asking for another hangout?

“Uh sure? I mean if you’re up for it.” You stuttered out. You follow Chris close behind, leaving the large sliding doors open.

Chris walked along the pebbled path that led to the driveway. There was just silence between you and him as you walked alongside him. The willingness of letting this day go was distant and it made you seem so sure that this night was one of those nights that you enjoyed in a long time. You started enjoying Chris’s company and you felt this coat of sadness weighing on your shoulders. You were really going to miss having him there or was it because of something else?

Suddenly Chris stopped at his tracks and looked behind, he grabbed your right hand and carefully held it in his. You loved that touch, that simple, soft, and yet delicate touch that you always loved when-,

Chris walked close to you and finally embraced you. He felt hesitant at first as if he should not do what he was wanting to do. He slowly leaned forward and cupped your cheek, he closed the space that separated you and him and he landed his lips on top of yours.

Well, shit.

He smelled delightful. A smell that you would smell if you were living in a cabin deep in the woods. Cedarwood and pine trees-, no stop. Why were you thinking about Chris that way? You couldn’t and you shouldn’t.

“No.” You whispered. You removed your lips from his and stepped back, “This is wrong, we shouldn’t-,”

Chris retrieved his hands back, not knowing what to do with them, he gave in and put them at his sides.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N.” Chris apologized, “Fuck I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-,”

“I think you should leave.” You cut him off.

Chris had his hands up in surrender and walked backwards. His expression was blank, there was no longer a smile and his eyes were no longer twinkling under the moonlight. He looked to turn back to you, but you weren’t looking at him; you had turned around looking at the ground, ashamed for what you let him do. Chris turned back towards his car with his head low and his hands buried in his pants pockets.

“You fucking idiot, Chris! God dammit.” He mouthed under his breath.

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Harry parked behind some dark bushes and opened his car door and swiftly got out. He closed the door after he retrieved the bouquet of flowers that he had bought for you.

He began to fix his hair. He didn’t have to fix his hair, but he did it out of nervousness. He walked up the trail that led to the backyard. His smile was prominent as he hugged the bouquet of flowers close to his chest. At that moment he had no idea where you were at, but he hoped with his gesture he would be able to have you back.

He continued walking with that smile still present on his features. He stood still when he briefly looked up and saw you close to another man- kissing. Harry couldn’t do anything at that moment because he just felt confused and angry, so he just stood in place and continued to watch you and this other man kiss.

Harry waited until the man was nowhere to be seen. He started walking towards you where you had turned around looking down at the ground. He couldn’t bear to see you now that he just witnessed you kiss another man.

You felt someone touch your shoulder. You opened your eyes and turned around ready to face Chris.

“Chris, I told you ju-,” You stopped yourself when you were fully turned around. You expected to see Chris, but you never expected to see Harry, your boyfriend for the past three years, the person you were on a break with.

“Harry.” You muttered. You instantly felt everything shatter around you.

Harry didn’t say anything to you, he just stood there right in front of you. You looked down and saw the bouquet of flowers in his right hand; his hand clutched the bouquet so tight that his knuckles turned white.

"I saw everything." He told you.

"Harry let me explain-," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Don't," he moved closer to you. "Please don't make it hurt more than it already does." Harry warned. He cupped your cheek. "I just-, I wasn't ready to lose you. Especially now that I came back from the tour." Harry stuttered out. He looked down at the bouquet of flowers. His rings sparkled from the moonlight. His voice was shaky and his eyes were also forming tears. He knew that he had to break the relationship between you and him, so… that was what he was going to do.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He confessed.

Those words broke the sweat and it broke the feelings. The night changed from light to darkness, inviting the depths of the hollering ghouls of the night.

"I'm s- I'm so sorry, Harry." You let out. Your head hung low.

You wished that you backed away when Chris neared you, you fucking wish that you never invited him for dinner, because then- because then this wouldn’t be happening. You wouldn’t be losing your friend, your boyfriend. The man that you loved for three years, the man that you were sure you were going to marry, and the man that you would one day have children with. But now, all that was left was just heartache and a massive regret.

Harry looked down at the bouquet of flowers that were clenched in his right hand, his rings sparkled from the moonlight. He motions it towards you and you take it from his hands.

"Me too." He whispered. His brows furrowed and the corners of his pink lips pulled downward.

"Harry-," you started.

You leaned forward to touch his cheek, but Harry didn't let you touch him, he just backed away from you. You knew you messed up. And the guilt and pain that you started to feel in your heart was so huge that you couldn’t describe how much it hurt, but it hurt so much. Seeing Harry backing away from your touch did something to you. You were once so used to seeing Harry craving for your touch, but now it seemed as if Harry saw you as a stranger and not someone that he once loved, someone that he was once madly in love. The memories now just seemed like a false life. Memories that no longer existed.

Harry turned around without saying another word to you. He began walking towards his car. He was trying very hard to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks, but he couldn’t fight his body. He let the tears trail down his cheeks as he continued his walk towards his car. You stood on the pebbled path for a moment. You stared behind Harry as he was making it close to his car. You didn't have the guts to run to him, because he made it perfectfully clear that he didn’t want anything to do with you.

The whole world shattered. The man that you were in love with for the past three years was gone. There were no longer stars nor moon that would guide the way through the dark night. Everything that happened that night was slowly coming to an infinite end. The one person that you loved was now forced to move on from you and you were left with your selfishness and the regret. You wished that somehow that this night would have never happened. You wished that this was all a bad dream, but you knew that reality felt more real than any other dream.

You were now sobbing. The tears drastically came down your cheeks and your throat felt heavy and painful. You began swiping away the tears that were falling down your cheeks with your hand. You glanced up, and for the last time you saw Harry’s car drive away. You knew for a fact that you both lost each other that night.

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ariparri · 3 years

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Calum Introduction Post

Calum was voted in a character poll in the HPHM Amino. So here's a simple introduction post to get him started!

Name:

Calum Nikko Karasu-Ivey

Nickname:

Cal

Brototype (by Raylene)

Broccoli (bro-ccoli) (by Raylene)

Brotagonist (by Raylene)

Cellito

Loyalty:

Ravenclaw

Karasu Family

Ivey Family

Relations:

Carson Ivey (father)

Tulip Karasu-Ivey (mother)

Raylene Karasu-Ivey (sister)

Hudson Ivey (grandfather)

Raylene Ivey (grandmother)

Rose Karasu (grandmother)

Ren Karasu (grandfather)

Appearance:

Calum is a young male with fair skin, dark hair like his father which he combs over to the left and brown eyes like his mother. He often wears an uncertain or worried expression.

His casual consists of a dark blue button up shirt with a reddish brown jacket. He wears smokey blue pants with maroon shoes and two silver chain chokers. His Hogwarts attire has him wear the standard Ravenclaw uniform without the robe and a vest rather than the sweater.

Magic Qualities:

Boggart

A laughing or booing audience

Patronus

Brown Owl

Wand

11 inches” Pine Wood with wolf heartstring which enhances the owner's adaptability in combat and has a fairly plain look

Mirror of Erised

Performing in front of an audience in the Royal Opera House

Personality:

Calum is quite the socially awkward older brother to Raylene. He has a bit of an inferiority complex where he feels like he's being overshadowed by his own sister as she retains most of their parents' shared qualities. What he doesn’t realize is that Raylene also feels quite inferior to him due to his effortless skills to cast spells where she can hardly cast one at all.

Despite his low self esteem, he is quite intelligent. He is able to grasp complex concepts, quick to notice when someone is lying or point out hypocrisy.

Calum, like his father, has a love for music. Though he isn’t as open about it like Carson is, he will talk about his passion as if it was the only thing to talk about till he forces himself to stop and apologize for rambling. When he plays, he’s focused on the music and seems to be disconnected with his surroundings until his performance is done.

Origin:

Calum is the older brother to Raylene and only son to Carson and Tulip Karasu-Ivey. He attended Hogwarts along with his friend, Marisol Caplan and her sister Carina. While in Hogwarts, he spent most of his time in the library studying or in the Astronomy Tower to play some music. He would sometimes be invited to join the Frog Choir to perform for the entire student body.

Current Role:

After graduating from Hogwarts, Calum decided to go to a muggle university to continue studying, particularly for music, rather than take on a magic based career. While he is perfectly okay with magic, he doesn’t see himself following through with it for the rest of his life. He visits his family every now and then. He’s working towards getting a degree in music and the performing arts.

Favorite Quotes:

"You know those times when nothing's going your way? How do you get past them?"

"As you can probably see, I'm having a little trouble... Please, help me.”

"The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can get back to reading."

"Getting angry is what you want me to do. So no."

"Ray, why do I always have to be your guinea pig? Isn't that the reason why you built those little contraptions?"

"Listen, Ray. I know we don't always get along, we're still family. I'm your brother, you can always ask me for help."

"Marisol is very... frightening... I'd rather not get on her bad side. Ever."

"Um, I don't know how to say this, but I saw this coming..."

Fun Facts:

Like his father, animals and creatures, with the exception of Dennis and Pudge, do not like him but he has a better experience with most of them.

He's an introvert who spends most of his time reading a book to the point he forgets that time is passing and someone has to pull him away from it.

Calum has a pine cone in his possession as it was the first thing Raylene had ever given him something when she was younger. She thought it was something special and wanted to give it to Calum. She doesn’t know he kept it all this time.

Calum showed interest in music when he was younger and started taking lessons to play the cello.

He has a ridiculous amount of nicknames by Raylene. All in some form of calling him ‘bro.’ Brosky, Brotein Shake, Brofile, Broseidon King of the Bro-cean, Brodin, Brotato Chip, et tu Brote, Brometheus, Bro-bo Cop, Brolitical, Brofessional, etc. The list goes on.

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invisibleinorange · 3 years

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A Different Ending | 6/?

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Bridgerton Rating: M Warnings: Only be forewarned that this is an AU from the Adrift saga but Colin actually died in this one, so if he’s mentioned he’s actually gone. Relationships: Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington, Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington (past feelings), Eloise Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington(besties), Bridgerton Family Dynamics, Daphne Bridgerton/Simon Hastings Characters: Penelope Featherington, Eloise Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton Additional Tags: Bridgerton, Penadict (do we have a ship name yet?)

Summary: There were some requests for an alternate/Parallel word to "Bridgerton's Adrift" where Benedict and Penelope actually did get married. So this is the result of that peer pressure.

It had been a touch mortifying for the entire family to be aware of his private marriage life but at least they weren’t questioning that Penelope was happy anymore. He felt semi-smug in the fact that he’d actually been able to draw that side of Penelope out. He was thankful that in the heat of the moment his brother had been the least of his thoughts. Based on the fact it had been his name of her lips, he was pretty sure that he hadn’t been on hers either.

It hadn’t just been a satisfactory or okay experience for him either. It had been good; So good in fact that he nearly scandalized his mother by apologizing off shortly after the biscuits were returned, saying that they were tired from their travels and needed to depart so that they could rest. Benedict had very little intent of letting her rest.

While he did take the time to show her the modest space they’d spend the next few months of their marriage while they awaited their forever home to be built, he wasted little time excusing her to their bedroom and stealing her away from the bloody gowns that she’d been tormenting him in for weeks. He spent every single second of the night making up for the fact he’d deflowered her in his mother’s kitchen by exploring every single inch of her flesh multiple times over.

He was somewhere between a nap and worshipping her creamy thighs when the knocking began. He was bleary eyed, gaze seeing the first hints of sunlight coming in through the curtains.

“Ben,” she murmured.

“They should know better,” he muttered, pressing a delicate kiss there. He sounded half-asleep and gruff. He could very well kill whoever thought this was an appropriate time to call. “They’ll go away.”

They didn’t go away though and the pounding seemed to get louder, more incessant. He was pretty sure that he heard screaming –

“That’s Anthony,” Penelope said sitting up, concern displayed across her flushed features. “Something’s wrong.”

Benedict hated the fact that she was probably right. Anthony certainly knew better than to come bother him. He’d teased him after all about married life certainly making him for fun. He pushed himself up, stumbling a bit to tug on some trousers. He was still tugging a shirt over his head as he opened the door.

Anthony’s hand nearly met his fist. Once glance at his older brother and he knew something was very wrong and he tried to not let his mind go to worst case scenarios. Something was wrong with Daphne and the baby or maybe it was their mother. They had a strange scared experience with death and he just knew from the countenance on his face that someone was.

“They found him,” Anthony said sounding shell-shocked.

Benedict nearly the previous last night’s supper at those words, instantly knowing what that meant for his family and for him. He had to put a hand on the door to keep himself up right.

“Found who?” a voice said from behind him.

Anthony and Benedict exchanged glances before their gaze moved back to Penelope who was wrapped in a robe. This was men’s talk. It wasn’t something that either particularly wanted to drag her into. Benedict also knew that he couldn’t lie and yet he felt mute.

“Colin,” Anthony said after a long moment, the word shaky. He’d been presumed dead for months. Whatever was there probably didn’t resemble Colin at all. They had gone through all the processes. They’d mourned, they’d gone through the necessary funeral rights and they’d assumed whatever was left of him remain at the bottom of the sea. They’d been wrong.

Her mouth opened slightly but she didn’t speak at that. The way she curled her arms around herself, stepped away from them made all those fears that had kept Benedict from acting on his growing feelings come racing up to the forefront and there was little he could do about it.

“They need me to identify the – him,” Anthony said trying to keep it together. It was pretty clear that the news hadn’t just arrived. When it had arrived in the night, Benedict couldn’t be sure but he was fairly sure that this unnerved Anthony was what he’d managed to come up with after being armed with several drinks. He desperately wanted one himself at this point.

It was clear why he was there now. Anthony didn’t have to verbalize it for Benedict to know. He couldn’t go and do that alone. They’d been through too much when they’d lost their father. This was a trauma too far for the eldest Bridgerton. Benedict wasn’t sure he could handle this either but there wasn’t much choice in it.

“We’ll go then,” he told him simply.

He silently left Anthony standing there, long enough to find his boots and a jacket. He quietly gave Penelope a kiss to the top of her head, almost afraid of what the state of his marriage would be when he returned.

In an instant, he was at Anthony’s side and off they went to handle the task no one was interested in.

The body had been kept boxed away at the harbor. They’d been warned that it would be shocking to their systems but they’d been unprepared. Benedict was certain the smell of death was never going to leave his nostrils. Decomposition had already started in on what flesh hadn’t been eaten by sea creatures. Anthony openly retched at the sight and he wasn’t far behind him.

The task was done though. It looked nothing like Colin. It was mostly skeletal at this point but there was some skin that had been protected by the cold water and the winter months. They had found a birthmark in some it and that was the thing that they pointed out, to see if it was familiar. It had been. There was no question who had they had.

Colin, or what remained of him, would be sent to the family tomb without much adieu since everything that could be done had been done. All this meant was that he could finally be at rest. Somehow, it didn’t feel like rest though. It all seemed unfair.

Anthony was in no state to be alone after identifying their brother so they went to the club and shared a few drinks like they always had when they were all bachelors together. Before there had been ABC there had been AB. Anthony had always been the one who kept it together, lead without fear but Benedict had seen just how vulnerable his brother was.

“When I die, keep it simple,” Anthony told him over. The words were a bit slurred but Benedict knew he meant it. Anthony had spent the greater part of an hour going over his plans and requests for a day that Benedict prayed to never experience much less soon to occur. Benedict let him.

“We’re planning on going to Aubrey Hall soon,” he had added. “Mother wants to make sure that I close the deal on a marriage. I always thought that you and Colin would provide potential heirs to everything so I wouldn’t have to. Eloise said things weren’t going well – you and Penelope seem to be doing fine though. I worried though-”

Benedict was pretty sure he needed to cut Anthony off now.

“I thought that Eloise said that there was a potential match,” he said choosing to redirect the conversation away from his marriage and his potential to produce a Bridgerton heir all together.

“Edwina Sheffield,” he announced with none of the enthusiasm that should be anticipated at the prospect of a marriage match.

Benedict half-expected him to go into detail on her finer assets and why she was going to be a great bride but he didn’t. It wasn’t someone he was familiar with since he’d been away and missed the start of the season. He could only assume he’d meet his brother’s future bride soon enough.

“You do know that you’re allowed to be happy right?” Benedict asked after a long moment. Perhaps, it was something that he should have been willing to hear himself.

Anthony didn’t exactly respond to that. The brooding only intensified.

It was going to be a long night.

Benedict could barely walk straight by the time he departed his brother who said he could find his own way home. He had a sneaking suspicion he was going to find his way to one of this many flings. He was so tired he was nearly delirious.

It was dark when he let himself in. He moved toward his bedroom, prepared to check on his wife before slipping to try and get the stench of death, sex and booze off him. The sound of Penelope sobbing startled him. The sight of her curled on her side of the bed, clutching her pillow hit him hard.

He kicked off his shoes before climbing in, arms curling around her from behind in hope that he might ease distress. She hadn’t apparently heard him come in through since she froze.

“I’m here,” he told her quietly, prepared to stroke her hair and hold her as long as was necessary to help her be okay again. He was surprised when it only made her cry all the harder.

It took everything within him to not cry right along with her after the day that he’d had but he knew someone had to keep it together.

“I thought you weren’t going to come back,” she said after a long moment as if he deserved an explanation for it.

He couldn’t help but laugh when she said it. He’d thought she was crying about Colin being found or maybe because she regretted consummating their marriage. The fact that she thought for a second that he was going to leave and not come back hurt him though.

“I’m sorry,” he said once he caught himself. She was in distress after all and laughing wasn’t the right way to go. “I’m not leaving you though not as long as it’s within my power.”

“I didn’t mean to react the way I did this morning,” she said as if to offer some explanation. “I saw the look on your face and then it was getting late and I – I didn’t think you were coming back.”

Benedict pressed a kiss into her hair.

“I was worried about you,” he told her. He’d promised to always be honest and he supposed he owed her to be as much. “I wasn’t sure what today would mean for us. Not just what Anthony and I had to do but … everything that came before it. It didn’t change the way I feel about you.”

She turned around slightly at that. Her eyes were red-rimmed but he was grateful to see that she wasn’t actually still sobbing.

“It didn’t change how I feel about you either,” she told him softly. There was a pause and a sniff that followed and she made a face.

“Such harsh criticism,” he said with a laugh, pecking at her lips before releasing her and climbing back to his feet. “I’ll be back after my hygiene is back up to your high standards.”

#bridgerton #penelope featherington #benedict bridgerton

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ayamari-no-goshi · 3 years

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Eidolon 15 | (T)

ff.net | AO3

Fandom: Danny Phantom (DP)

Summary: AU: What started off as the result of a simple act of rebellion ends up causing his life to spin out of control. How will young Danny cope with the results as well as a past that has a strange habit of coming back to haunt him.

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, kidnapping, and various other things

Chapter warnings: Entrapment

Parings: hints of Danny/Sam much later on

Notes: originally uploaded to Ff.net. Cross-posted to AO3 and tumbl

15. Unraveling Secrets

"Danny… Danny… It's time to get up…"

The dark haired boy's form remained unresponsive and face down on the bed which had been brought in for him. Hesitantly, Maddie ran her hand through the boy's dark locks. After finding out the child was her son, she had wanted to keep her distance from him. Not only did she not know how to connect to him, but he was already turning into a monster. Sure, he seemed fine now, but it was only a matter of time before he was corrupted.

But, try as she might, when she saw him in such a bruised and battered form, she couldn't help herself. If only she and Jack could have completed their work… or if she had been able to expose Vlad for what he really was, then maybe Danny would have had a completely normal life. But it was useless to dwell on 'what ifs'; they held no purpose other than to draw her into a darker state of mind. It didn't matter he could still take a human appearance. The fact of the matter was Danny was no longer human, and nothing was going to change it.

Unsurprisingly, Danny was not taking the drastic change to his life all that well. He still was having difficulty understanding how he was a ghost, even though he had never died. His confusion was only made worse when he learned Vlad's abilities were gained artificially, unlike him. It was made worse by the various accidents he would have throughout the day. His body was still trying to settle from the unnatural awaking it received and would occasionally surge with power and cause one of his powers to activate unintentionally. It usually wasn't too bad, unless he managed to get his arm or leg stuck in something.

Vlad refused to give him time to adjust either. Every day, usually shortly after breakfast, he would unceremoniously take Danny and train him. Though Vlad had assured her he was only trying to help the boy gain control, Maddie remained suspicious. If Danny was simply learning how to handle his basic powers, than there was no reason for him to return covered in cuts and bruises. Both she and Jazz had tried to get him to explain what exactly Vlad was doing to him, but he rarely answered, usually due to exhaustion.

What really surprised her was how well Jazz had taken to the role of big sister. Though she hesitantly had agreed to not let Danny know they were family, she quickly began to bond with and fuss over him. At first Danny was unsure how to respond to her attention, but soon learned to accept it. The two of them were truly beginning to look like siblings. Maddie attributed it to Jazz's uncanny ability to adjust to ghosts.

For years, the only interaction she and Jazz had were Vlad and his ghostly servants who looked after them. Though she was very wary towards them, Jazz turned towards them for companionship for years. She never seemed bothered by their unnatural appearances and abilities. It even got to the point where one of the servants, a teenage ghost by the name of Ember, had become so close to Jazz, she willing tried to help them escape. The result was disastrous in more ways than one. The escape failed, and Jazz lost her friend. Until that point in time, Maddie didn't know it was possible to destroy a ghost.

Though it took time, Jazz did bounce back from the event, but she was more hesitant to become too friendly with them. Perhaps this was the reason she had latched onto Danny. Vlad needed him, so Danny was more protected against possible 'digressions' he may commit against Vlad. But, Jazz didn't know her brother was not going to remain the same, and Maddie didn't have the heart to tell her.

A slight groan indicated to her Danny was finally starting to wake. She moved away as he slowly sat up and stretched. "I don't understand it…" he finally mumbled after several minutes as he moved off the bed which had been brought in for him. "There are no clocks… anywhere… How do you know what time it is?"

Maddie raised an eyebrow at the question. "There is a chiming system built into the walls, which let us know the time. Besides, what would we do with one in this prison?"

He gave her a blank look before shaking his head. "That makes sense… I guess… But, he doesn't even have clocks in the main part of the house."

That was a surprise. But now that she thought about it, she had noticed Vlad had an odd aversion to clocks, even when he was working with her and her husband. If one were in the room, he'd either remove it, turn it around so the face was towards the wall, or cover it, depending on the size. She had asked him about it once, but he only gave a vague response about a strange and unsettling meeting he had years prior.

"Don't worry about it too much," she told as she directed him towards the breakfast table where Jazz and a stack full of fresh pancakes were waiting for them. "You'll eventually get used to it." Her tone effectively ended the conversation. It was better to leave the man's idiosyncrasies alone. "Now, what would you like to drink?"

"Okay… Oh, I wanted to ask you this last night, but I uh… kinda feel asleep before I could… Has Vlad ever showed you that book?

Maddie dropped the glass she was holding. Jazz gave a cry of concern, but she ignored her in order to stare at the boy. "Wh-what book?"

Danny's expression which had been clouded with exhaustion moments before was now focused and wary. "I don't know what it's called… but it's really old looking and Vlad's been using it like a guidebook or something. Every time we try something new he has to look at it first. Once we're done, he usually checks it out again and gets angry…"

"That's…" she stopped herself before she could say more. She knew exactly what the book was, but anyone who had been under Vlad's supervision for sometime knew to not mention it. But, Danny would have to be warned about it somehow. "I guess Vlad does somewhat consider it like a guide… There are many old stories in it…"

"So… does it have stories about people like… like me…?" A combination of curiosity and unease crossed his face. "Is… that why he looks at it so much?"

Maddie shook her head. "It's best to push it from your mind. Its pages contain dark words and are best left alone. Besides, Vlad has been known to punish people who have asked about it."

"But…!"

"Sweetie, while it's true Vlad seems to take it at face value, it's just a book," Maddie told him in a stern voice which effectively ended the conversation. It was clear he still wanted to argue, but a glare from her kept him silent. Even though she was sure he didn't know she was his biological mother, he knew there was no point in continuing. Perhaps it was a skill all kids had to some extent. She looked at him again as she regained her composure. "There's no point in worrying about it right now. You have practice later, so you might as well eat up. So, what do you want to drink?"

…

Like usual, Vlad returned Danny shortly before dinner. However, unlike the previous times, Danny didn't join them at the table. Instead, he immediately attempted to stumble towards the closest couch. As soon as his body hit the pillow, he fell asleep immediately.

Concerned, Maddie immediately went to check on him. Danny was breathing regularly and there didn't seem to be any new injuries. It was surprising; even with previous injuries, Danny was at least able to have some dinner and freshen up before resting. "What did you do to him?" she demanded of the ghost who was still lingering in the room. "You didn't let that Spectra near him did you?"

A cold glare was her immediate answer. Knowing she wouldn't be deterred, Vlad gave a suffering sigh before properly responding. "Though he will need to learn how to handle creatures like her, I was not planning on introducing them until he had better control of his abilities." He glanced at the boy before continuing. "Apparently, I have been pushing him a little too hard. Though I am anxious for the first phase of my plans to begin, there is still plenty of time. I think I can push back the boy's training for tomorrow until another day." With that, he bid her and Jazz a farewell and disappeared.

Still worried for Danny's wellbeing, Maddie tried to rouse him, but he didn't respond. "Mom… just let him rest for now," Jazz told her softly as she gently tried to pull her away. "He's breathing right? So, let him sleep for a little. You can try and rouse him a little later."

…

It was a little after one in the morning when Maddie decided it was a good time for her to turn in for the night. Looking around the room as she stood up, she caught sight of her children. Jazz had once again managed to fall asleep while reading, so she went over and pulled the covers over her. It was easy to do so as the room was never completely dark. Yes, the lights dimmed around ten at night, but they never actually turned off.

After putting Jazz's book away, she decided to check on Danny. For hours, he hadn't moved, but she was surprised to find him sitting up on the couch, staring at the ceiling. She was about to ask him what he was doing when movement caught her attention. Turning towards the source, she saw a glowing figure coming closer to them. Concerned, she grabbed her staff (which Vlad surprisingly hadn't confiscated yet) and charged it.

Mere inches from the ghost's face, a sharp cry and tug stopped her in her tracks. Glancing to her left, she saw Danny had somehow managed to get up and grab hold of her arm in just a matter of moments. "Stop! Don't touch him… err… me!"

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

Danny hesitantly let go of her once he realized she wasn't actively trying to hurt the ghost. He gestured to the ghost, which she hadn't really taken the time to examine until then. She quickly gasped when she realized the ghost was an exact double of Danny in his ghost form. The only difference was this one was holding a rather old book.

"Sweet! You managed to get it!" Danny told it as it took the book away from it. "Thanks!"

"No problem," the ghost replied before it turned seemingly turned to mist and was absorbed into Danny.

Rather terrified and more than a little startled, she stared at the boy. Words failed her, so she was just left grasping for sounds as he nervously looked down at his feet. "Wh-what…?" she eventually stuttered.

"Uh… that was a duplicate. I found out how to do that by accident a few days ago when Vlad knocked me through a wall," he mumbled as he continued to keep his head down. "But, trying to keep one stable for long periods of time is tricky, that's why I was asleep for so long…"

"You were trying to give energy to the duplicate?" Maddie asked as Danny nodded. In all honesty, she was amazed. Duplication was a rather rare technique which could only be performed by high level ghosts. The only one she had ever encountered who could do so was Vlad, but he had admitted it had taken at least ten years for it to develop. For Danny to begin tapping into it so quickly after his transformation was astounding.

As her amazement began to wane to a more manageable level, she gave the boy in front of her a concerned glance. "But, I don't understand… Why would you need to make one in the first place?" There was no answer for a moment as she realized what exactly was in the boy's hands. "That book… Don't tell me…!"

"You said he uses this thing as a guidebook."

"That doesn't mean you should have taken it!"

"I don't understand you!" Danny's head snapped up as he spoke so he could stare at her with his icy eyes which were slowly turning green, most likely without his knowledge. "You want to escape from here, don't you? Then why don't you want to know what he's planning?"

"It won't do us any good!"

"So you've just given up?" Giving an angry sigh, Danny put the book down on a nearby table and turned away from her as he began to open it. "I don't know about you, but no matter what, I am getting out of here."

Unsure what to do, Maddie just stayed silent as the boy leafed through the dark book. Though she didn't want to admit it, she had given up. Within Vlad's game, he held all of the pieces in his hands. All he needed to do was perform the necessary moves and all was lost. How could she continue to believe when there was nothing else she could do?

"Danny…" she called out softly as moved besides him as his face contorted due to the grotesques images within the book. After carefully closing it, she turned to the boy and looked straight into his eyes. "I already know what Vlad's planning… I've known it for years." It took all of her willpower to continue looking at him as she spoke her next words. "The demons depicted in there… he wants to you to become like them."

A horrified expression crossed his face, before it turned into one of disbelief and amusement. "You had me going there for a moment," he told her between laughs. "There's no way I would ever consider acting like that. Besides, I'm supposed to be a ghost, not a demon."

"You don't understand… The changes… they've already started."

xxx

It had been months since Danny disappeared, and no one had been able to make any progress. To Sam, it was beyond frustrating. Tucker had managed to uncover who had taken their friend. Heck, he even had physical proof by way of a video, but they couldn't do anything with it. If it was taken to the police, it was quite possible it would simply be dismissed or cause them to be arrested. No matter the result, it wouldn't be positive.

However, the news had managed to grab hold of the story of Danny's disappearance. Yet, instead of making him out to be a victim, they portrayed him as a criminal who was involved in the attack on his guardian and ran away afterwards. With Winston still in a coma, no one had bothered to correct them. She had tried both in writing and in person to get them to change the story, but each station refused to listen to a teenager. It appeared the truth wasn't anywhere as interesting as the lies they had created.

Unsure what to do, she had become even more withdrawn and moody than usual. It was so bad that even Tucker was giving her space, though he wasn't completely avoiding her. Usually he would send a message to her once a day letting her know his progress in trying to bypass Vlad's security and get into his computer system at his mansion. For unknown reasons, he kept having difficulty, but he was bound and determined to find a way in.

She had tried to come up with plans which would allow her and Tucker to infiltrate Vlad's mansion and rescue Danny, but none were feasible. She also had to keep in mind the ghosts who had gone after Danny. Not only were they dangerous, but she had no idea if they were involved in the kidnapping or not. But, if they were, she had no way of fighting back against them even if she could find Danny.

Beyond frustrated and unsure what to do, she began taking long walks to try and clear her mind. Though her parents frowned upon due to the recent unsettling events within the town, they had decided to not interfere. Sam guessed that even her overly perky parents couldn't handle her rather current mood for more than a few days at a time. Smart move on their part. But, if they knew exactly where she tended to go, they would interfere.

Though she didn't particularly like the place, she was constantly wondering around the cemetery, much like Danny used to do. Sure it was peaceful, dark, and rather deserted, she didn't exactly like being so close to the dead for long periods of time, especially if she was alone. It unnerved her more than she cared to admit, and it wasn't entirely from past events. But, the location helped clear her mind, and she had a secret hope she would spot Danny near one of the trees. It was where she had first found him, and it just felt right it would be where he returned.

Yet, he was never there. Just like this particular evening, she had wondered around without finding a living soul. Deciding it was a little too early to head home, she decided to take a break on one of the many benches scattered throughout the grounds.

Glancing upwards, she caught sight of the emerging stars. The temperature would begin dropping drastically soon and with the recent snowfall, it would be more than a little cold. Sighing, she stood back up and began moving back towards the entrance. It wouldn't do her or Danny any good if she managed to get sick from the weather.

As per habit, when she neared the location where she first met Danny, she gave a quick glance. Of course there was nothing, but as she was about to turn away, something caught her attention. Unsure what exactly it was, she stopped moving and continued to look at the spot. After a few moments, Sam shook her head and continued walking. She was being silly.

Sam…

She stopped dead in her tracks. Someone had just called her name… but she was sure there was no one else in the area. Pulling her coat a little tighter around her form, she tried to suppress her shivers from both the chilly air and her nerves. It must have just been the whispers of the wind. With her being so stressed she must have mistaken the sounds.

Sam… Please…

There it was again, and it definitely wasn't the wind. Scared, she spun around in an attempt to find the person who had to be playing a trick on her. But again, she only found the general scenery of the cemetery. "Whoever it is, this isn't funny!" she shouted, as she tried to convince herself it had to be a person. Why would a ghost know her name? There wasn't anything special about her which would attract them, or at least she hoped not.

"Sam… it's me…."

The voice came from directly in front of her, but there was still no one there. Having too much past experience with ghosts, she knew it wasn't a good idea to ignore the possibility one was truly there. She wanted to run, but it would easily be able to catch her… and Danny wasn't around to save her again.

Wait… Danny. It couldn't be, but the voice did have a similar sound to his, though it was distinctly otherworldly. It almost seemed like the owner was speaking from the back of a cave. It was low and had a distinctive echo. But, unlike the other ghosts she had encountered, it did not seem overly hostile. Swallowing her fear, she finally spoke back. "I don't know who you are, but you better show yourself!"

After a tense pause, she looked around for something… what, she wasn't entirely sure. Nothing had answered her, which was almost as unsettling as the voice coming out of air. Chuckling at her idiocy, she began walking again. She really needed to find a way to relax; the stress of trying to find Danny was starting to get so bad she was starting to hear things.

She had made it a few yards when she felt a hand gently grab her shoulder and turn her around. A scream escaped from her lips as she fell and scooted away from the figure who had suddenly appeared out of thin air. He appeared to be around her own height with striking white hair and vivid green eyes. His clothes seemed normal enough; they were black with white accents in a style which almost resembled that of a more reserved rocker though they were partially concealed by a large book he was holding. But, soon she realized he wasn't wearing a coat and seemed unfazed by the cold temperature. However, the truly unnerving aspect about him was the strange glow which surrounded his body, immediately indicated he was a ghost.

"…I'm sorry…" he said carefully as he winced. "It tends to take me a little bit of time to become visible. I'm not all that good at this yet…" He carefully moved towards her and held out his hand. "Are… you okay?"

Sam just stared. Was this ghost honestly offering to help her up? Unsure what exactly to do, she decided to study him more. He was extremely human looking in appearance. If it wasn't for the glow, he could easily pass off as a teenager with an extreme rebellious streak. Though it was rare, she had encountered a few goths who had actually dyed their hair white. He was also standing on the ground as if it was perfectly normal. Though she had seen the other ghost, Skulker, do the same, it didn't seem as natural.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," the boy said with a grin as he realized he she wasn't going to take his hand. Sam once again just stared. Did he really just say that? "Sorry," he said quickly as he chuckled, "I couldn't resist. But, I promise I won't hurt you."

"What's with that look?" he asked when she just raised an eyebrow. "Sam, I just want to talk to you… and I don't have a lot of time to do it."

"Why do you know my name?" Sam asked as she slowly got off the ground. Unsure if he would keep to his word or not, she watched him carefully the entire time she moved. But, he remained still and stared at her with wide eyes.

"You don't… you don't recognize me…" The boy was clearly upset by his revelation. Though he didn't say anything immediately, Sam could tell he was deciding how to approach the situation. Eventually, he sighed and looked straight into her eyes. "Sam… It's me, Danny."

Shock quickly turned to anger. "How dare you!" she hissed at him. "How dare you pretend to be my missing friend!" Ignoring the idea it was probably a stupid thing to do, she threw a punch at the ghost. Unsurprisingly, she did not hit a solid target; instead she felt as if she was passing through an extremely cold block of pudding and lost her balance. However, instead of hitting the ground, a cold hand managed to catch her and keep her from falling. Spinning around, she tried to hit the ghost, who simply let go of her and held up his arm in defense. His other arm was still keeping hold of the book.

"Look… I'm sorry, Sam! But I can't appear in my human form right now… it's not safe!" he said quickly as he looked at her from under his arm.

Hesitating at the look he gave her, she didn't immediately swing at him again. If she got past the unnatural appearance, he did look somewhat like Danny. No! She couldn't think like that! If she accepted that the ghost in front of her was the same as her friend, than it meant that Danny was… he was… !

Her thoughts were interrupted as the ghost shoved the book he was holding at her. Instinctively, she caught it and was surprised to find how heavy it was. Confused and still angry, she looked at the ghost who was giving her a pleading look. "There's not a lot of time until he finds out that I'm gone. You need to take this… It will give you some idea of what Vlad's planning… and though I hate to say it, but I think that picture we found here the day after I met you and Tucker came from this book." He paused for a moment as he looked to the side as if he heard something before turning back to her. "Just be careful… It's not the sort of book you would read as a bedtime story."

As he moved away from her, she tried to process what she had just heard. "How do you know about that picture…?" she asked as that notion became the dominate thought in her mind.

"Sam… I was there, remember?" he said impatiently. "We found it after you and Tucker found out that Winston's my guardian and not my actual parent. But, that doesn't really matter right now. You've got to try to stop Vlad from the outside… Not only is he planning something big, but there are others he's held captive."

"Others? Vlad? What are you talking about?"

He just shook his head. "I'm sorry, I wish I could explain better, but I can't stay any longer. It's too dangerous." As if that was the cue, he began floating a few inches from the ground. He gave her a longing look before raising his hand, almost as if he was saying 'goodbye'. "I hope this isn't the last time I get to see you… Try to stay safe." Without another word, he vanished as suddenly as he appeared.

"Wait…!" she cried out as she tried to stop him, but she was unable to tell if he was still around or not. Though she really didn't want to trust the ghost, she did have questions for him. How in the world did he know about the picture she, Danny, and Tucker had found? He apparently even knew about the events leading up to the discovery. Did that mean he was really Danny?

She really didn't want to believe it, but she was starting to get a sinking suspicion it was truth. Maybe when she went home and was able to gather her thoughts, she would have a better understanding of the situation. Not just of the ghost's identity, but also of the other information and various questions swimming through her mind. But, she did know one thing for a fact: Tucker was never going to believe her.

#Eidolon #danny phantom #danny phantom au #dp au #dp #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #vlad plasmius #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #fantasy #supernatural #paranormal

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Blood Promise [ Chapter 4]

Vampire Baekhyun AU

Pairing; Twin Baekhyun/BaekBaëk/ Alana

Genre; vampire/ fantasy AU

Warnings;

angst, intense language, name calling, mentions of blood, slight violence

Word Count: 4893 Prologue

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

{~Vampires falling in love with humans was forbidden. That is until 18-year-old Alana Davis moves to town and attends the new boarding school; Hallows Boarding School. Unaware that vampires exist and that the school is home to both Vampires and humans. On one late night Alana stumbles upon two brooding and mysterious twin brothers, but little did she know they would soon change her life. Will it be for the worse or the better?~}

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Previously

“Soo.. what brings you hear so suddenly?” He asks curiosity laced in his voice.

“I just wanted to talk about what happened two weeks ago.” I reply.

Once those words slipped past my lips my uncle’s smile that he had a few second’s ago quickly disappeared and turned into a frown. He didn’t look to happy that I had brought up that day. Looking at me now. A flash of annoyance in his voice as he spoke.

“What’s there to talk about?” He began.

“I already told you to stay away from them.”

“That they aren’t good people to be around.” He continued.

“What’s more to talk about.” He finished now looking at me straight in the eyes. I started to feel uncomfortable around him again. Just like the last two times I had been around him. He emanated such an intimidating and scary aura. He definitely wasn’t the same person he was 2 years ago. Something that happened here over the past few years truly had changed him. I didn’t know if it was for the good, or the bad, but something deep down told me that it wasn’t for the better. Still looking up at him I noticed a change of emotions in his eyes. He no longer had an endearing smile on his face. As I was continued staring at him all I could see was a dull blackness in his eyes. What happened to your uncle out here?

Sighing and looking down at my lap afraid of my uncle’s intimidating glare, and reaction to seeing the Byun brother’s again playing with my fingers I mumbled out.

“I saw them..”

My uncle’s ears perked up at the mention of “them.” His eyes now looking even more enraged then minutes ago. He looked like he really hated their guts.

“YOU WHAT!” his voice boomed through the room, slamming his fists on his desk. I yelped, jumping in my seat a little at his surprising outburst. Pinching the bridge of his nose and taking in a deep breath he muttered something under his breath, and I shortly spoke again.

“I saw them again.” This time looking up from my lap and looking straight into his eyes not breaking eye contact.

“I saw them, and I know what they are uncle….” You continued.

And as if timing couldn’t be any worse on my side. All of a sudden someone came crashing through those doors. Not just one, but two familiar voices boomed through the office. Tensing up I freeze when I hear their voices speak. Those same two voice I just couldn’t possibly get out of my head ever since I first saw them.

“Jongdae we brought you din-.” They both spoke but stopped once they realized I were seated in front of my uncles desk once again they stopped mid-sentence. Afraid to turn around rubbing my palms on my thighs, sweat dripping down my forehead I slowly begin to turn my body towards the two culprits that have seemed to be running through your mind a lot lately. Finally, with your body and face facing both of them my breath catches in my throat at what I was seeing at this very moment. Their mouths and clothes covered in crimson red blood, and their sharp fangs were protruding out from beneath their gums as they stared at you hungrily both their eye’s piercing into your soul, as it looked like what Baëkhyun held in his hand resembled a human heart. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. If I had any doubts that what they had told me last night was a lie. All that clearly vanishing from my mind and replaced with fear. Baekhyun and Baëkhyun were in fact Vampires. Creatures of the night that preyed on humans and drank their blood, and I being a human stood right in front of them.

Turning my head around to look back over at my uncle I almost screamed at what I saw right in front of me. His eyes had now turned an even darker color of black then before the two had intruded our conversation, but that’s not what you were worried about at the moment. What scared me the most wasn’t his eyes, no.

It was the fangs protruding out beneath his gums similar to both Baekhyun and Baëkhyun’s. Your uncle looked like an enraged dog staring at a piece of meat. That meat being the human heart that Baëkhyun held so clearly in front of both of us. I quickly started to put the pieces together at how strange my uncle has been acting when he was around me. He was just like them. Predators. With my voice shaky out of fear and shock you finally speak.

“Vampire”

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Present Day;

“Vampire” I repeated, eyes quivering as I looked between all three of them. I can’t believe that all this time Uncle Jongdae was living so far from our family was because he was a Vampire. He’s been hiding in the shadows for so long, so that no one would find out his awful secret. Obviously my parent’s had figured it out making sense why they had decided it was best to cut ties with him. So then why he created the Night Class.

So, that nobody would find out what he truly was. A monster. A blood thirsty monster that I thought only existed in books and movies, and yet here I am sitting in an office surrounded by three not one vampires that could kill me right now if they really wanted to. Did the Byun brothers turn him? I thought to myself anger coursing through my veins. If they had why would they do this to him. Ruin his life with such a terrible curse.

A curse that made you thrive off blood for survival. Unable to believe this was actually happening I took my left arm and pinched it just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating right now. I wince as I felt the stinging of the pinch on my arm realizing that I wasn’t in fact hallucinating. That what’s happening before my eyes is actually happening. Turning my head to the side I slightly look over between Baekhyun and Baëkhyun blood still coating their attire their faces unreadable, although I seemed to notice the heart Baëkhyun had been holding in his hand when he first arrived was gone.

Looking down to the ground by his feet I see he had dropped it on the ground as if the heart meant nothing to him. Facing forward again sitting inches away from your uncle’s hungry eyes your eyes coated with fear taking in a noticeable gulpe I whisper to myself hoping that they didn’t catch what I had just said about me planning for my escape. I needed to get out of here. I can’t stay in a room full of blood thirsty vampires who looked like they wanted to literally drain me dry of my blood right at this very moment.

Thinking of a way to escape peacefully I give a side eyed glance to the huge doors that were left wide open upon their entrance at the front of my uncle’s office that both Baekhyun and his brother stood not so far away from. Should I try and make a run for it? I thought to myself. Deciding on not going with that option I end up putting a brave face. Heart racing, I clear my throat which then seems to catch all three of their attentions. “I-I think I should be going” I say trying not to sound terrified around them.

Slowly getting up from the chair and fixing myself I take a bow thanking my uncle for allowing me to come visit him today. Never will I speak to him ever again now that I know what he is, but I would never tell him that of course. The room was filled with an uncomfortable atmosphere with just the sounds of their heavy breathing being heard throughout the room. Finally stepping aside from standing in front of my uncle I slowly start to make my way towards the open doors head facing down towards the ground afraid fidgeting with my hands afraid to look up and meet the gaze of the intimidating brother’s that I could feel piercing right through me.

I was almost at the exit of the door. Just about to pass by Baëkhyun when suddenly out of nowhere he grabbed a tight hold of my wrist turning me around. I let out a surprised squeal. Turning me around and pressing my back against his broad chest. His hand wrapping around my throat as he turned my face to look ahead at my uncle who now possessed the most sinister look on his face. Struggling to free myself from his tight grip I fail as his hands were now currently around my neck head tilting it up slightly so that I was staring straight at my uncle.

My uncle stands up on his feet behind his desk slowly starting to walk towards me. The echo of his shoes tapping across the wooden floors. Breathing heavily, I felt like my heart was about to fall out of my chest. My uncle begins to chuckle, his laugh causing a shiver up my spine as he begins to speak after the longest silence. You looked over at Baekhyun who had a sinister smile on his face licking his lips as he looked over at me struggling to escape his brother’s hold. “Let me go please” you begged tears threatening to spill from your eyes still withering in Baëkhyun’s grasp.

“Sweetheart. There’s no need to keep trying to escape. There’s no use.” Baekhyun speaks that smirk you hated so much back on display on his perfectly sculpted face. You hated how perfect both of them looked. Looking back now at my uncle who now stood only a few inches away from the three of us his hand resting on his chin rubbing his lip while looking me dead set in the eyes as if he was in deep thought about something.

“Now you see Alana” your uncle starts. “I didn’t want it to end up like this. I tried to warn you about hanging out with them hmm, didn’t I?” He asked you and continued on. “But you just couldn’t seem to do that simple thing couldn’t you.” Struggling to speak from Baëkhyun’s tight grip around my neck closing my airways slightly impairing me from speaking I make out.

“I didn’t mean to.” I started to say tears now falling down past my cheek as I felt Baëkhyun’s fingers lightly graze my skin moving my hair to one side his breath fanning the shell of my ear leaving the other side completely exposed to his liking. You gasp at the feeling of electricity running through your body from the feeling of his fingers on your skin. Trying to act as if I wasn’t being affected by him in this way squirming under his touch.

“They kept coming to look for me.” My voice now strained from crying. “I tried to stay away from them uncle. You have to believe me.” I told him looking at him with pleading eyes praying he believed my words. Suddenly I was caught off guard when my uncle began to laugh uncontrollably. He sounded insane It made me feel nervous. I had no idea that my uncle could act this way towards his own niece. His own blood.

Letting these vampires just do whatever they pleased with me, I thought to myself. I hated to admit this but, at this very moment as much as this might sound crazy. I was more frightened by my uncle’s actions then the two brothers standing by me. I was more afraid of what HE would do to me rather than the vampire who currently had me pressed against him neck completely exposed for him to just sink his teeth into.

“You see Alana” I would’ve believed you if you weren’t so readable. He began after controlling his laughter down to a low chuckle looking down at the ground clearing his throat. After readjusting himself he looks up and meets my own eyes, his sinister eyes piercing through your soul yet again. Now confused about what he was about to say.

“You might not realize it yet my precious niece.” A sadistic smirk on his face. “But your body language says it all.” At hearing this you feel Baëkhyun roughly move you from his hold and places you to stand in the middle of both of them. “W-what are you d-doing” you ask looking at Baëkhyun his dark eyes causing you to gasp. “Just be quiet would you” he mutters under his breath. “Your whining irritates me.” He finishes. The look he’s giving shutting me up immediately. Now standing in between both Baekhyun and Baëkhyun. Baekhyun standing on your right as Baëkhyun stood on your left. You feel the both of them move closer to your side. Baekhyun grips my right wrist while Baëkhyun grips my left one.

I feel Baekhyun moves closer to me his lips were now grazing the shell of my ear, as Baëkhyun did the same thing to the other. “So sweet” Baekhyun says in my right ear tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear moving my black hair to the side so that my neck was fully exposed to him while Baëkhyun did the same on the other side. His fingers trailing down my soft skin and down my neck causing goosebumps to rise on my skin pale skin. A husky chuckle escaping past Baekhyun’s lips causing me to let out a small whimper.

“You humans are so fragile, powerless against us and it excites me.” Baëkhyun says as Baekhyun’s cold hands begin to run down my right arm “This vein right here” Baëkhyun says tracing its outline with his cold finger lightly. “Is just waiting for me to sink my teeth into.” He says and you wither. Looking at your uncle pleading him to help you as he just stares at you watching as they played with you.

“You see Alana. The reason you can’t seem to stay away from them is because deep down you really don’t want to. Am I right my dear? My uncle asks. “My niece” He gives you a displeased and disapproving look directed your way. “My niece wants those two vampires right beside her to claim her as theirs. Don’t you Alana?” He asks again. Unable to reply due to Baekhyun leaning in to whisper in my ear his hot breath hitting the side of my face. “Please” I begged him “Please don’t do this Baekhyun.” I say trying to convince him to stop. “Don’t act so innocent now sweetheart” Baekhyun begins.

“You want us both to sink our piercing white teeth into your pretty little neck and taste your blood don’t you Baby?” Squirming under both their touches. I didn’t want them to know that deep down I fantasize about such acts between me and them. Trying to stop myself from thinking about it any further I snap myself out of my thoughts. While Baekhyun continued to torture me and tease me with his words Baëkhyun on the other side of me side bites down teasingly on my earlobe causing me to let out a suppressed whimper.

“Look at you Alana so ready to let them just bite you. You should see the look on your face. The look of pure arousal. That disgusts me.” He spits out anger laced in his voice. “You are so willing to let them have their way with you. To feel their fangs on your neck or anywhere they might please. Does that turn you on little niece?” He asks his voice condescending and amusing. “To have these filthy creatures all over you like that?” He continues his eyes infused with rage

“You know something Alana. Your aunt was just like you.” He speaks my eyes widen in shock. At this very moment I remember all the conversations I once had with my beloved parents about my how my aunt wanted to file for a divorce with my uncle because he was very abusive towards her. I then slowly began to put those pieces together as he continued to ramble on.

“She let a filthy blood thirsty vampire drink from her neck.” Still struggling to escape from both brother’s I failed once again as they were obviously much stronger than me. “I don’t want them to do anything like that with me uncle Jongdae” I say trying to sound the least bit convincing, but in reality deep down I also didn’t even believe myself as those words fell from my lips. Why did I not mind them drinking my blood? Why does the mere thought of that excite me so much, I thought? Your uncle laughs. “Sweetheart no reason to fight it now it’s clear all over your face.”

Building up the courage I ask, “Did they turn you?” I muster out asking the question I have been dreading to ask since I found out their true identity. Nodding he smirks up at you eyebrows raised as he ran his fingers through his black hair as he began to drag his feet across the room to now stand face to face with me as I was still standing between the Byun brothers.

“The opposite actually” your eyes widen.

“My sweet niece you are so naïve”

“W-what” Your eyes begin to water.

“You turned them?”

“H-how d-did this happen.” You ask.

“How could you do this?”

“Well you see Alana.” My uncle took a step back from standing so close to my

face. “Your whore of an aunt was having an affair with a vampire. “That’s not even the worst part about it.” He continues. The worst part of it all was that she let them drink from her, even turn her into one of THEM, so she could be with her so called lover for all eternity.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now. Your sweet uncle you once knew was gone. The cause of jealously and vengeance making him turn into this cruel monster in front of you. His wife fell in love with a vampire, and I now understood why he hated vampires so much. His wife cheated on him with one and she let that so-called vampire drink from her. Breaking me out of my thoughts uncle continues.

“Her lover she loved so much made me into this monster.”

“A creature of the night who lives off blood”

“He turned me into a vampire and left me to rot in this body for all eternity. Alone”

So, I did the only thing I could think of doing at the moment. Looking between the two brothers who were still playing with me completely in a daze from smelling my sweet scent and looking at me like I was their preferred meal of choice unaware of what my uncle was about to say. He smirks as your eyes widen at the realization at what he was about to say. He couldn’t possibly have the heart to do such a thing I told myself, but deep down I knew that jealously can make people do a lot of things they don’t mean.

“I killed her lover’s so-called sons to get back at him for making me like this” He said as me motioned down to his soulless body. “ So, I ended up turning his two most precious sons he held so dear to him into vampires so he would feel the pain I felt when he decided to turn my wife into a god damn vampire.” At hearing those words, I froze.

Baekhyun and his brother didn’t turn my uncle into vampires. My uncle turned them into vampires. Hearing this I now understood what they meant back in the library by my uncle owing them, but why were they working alongside my uncle if they hated him from how they spoke of him back at the library the other day. From hearing Uncle Jongdae words spill out about Baekhyun and Baëkhyun’s father I swore I heard a low growl emit from both of them signaling that what my uncle had just confessed hit a nerve. I whimper when they tighten their grip around your wrists a bit my uncle sensing their anger.

“Oooh did I touch a nerve boys.” My uncle spoke giving them a sarcastic pout as if he was mocking them. Suddenly their grip on both my wrists loosened and I feel them let go my wrists. As they were now both facing my uncle. They looked absolutely furious. Eyebrows furrowed they growled again their deep husky voice causing me to jump balling their fists .

“Don’t talk about our father you sadistic freak.” Baëkhyun says darting towards my uncle anger radiating off his body. Trying to stop him from doing anything, but unfortunately that didn’t work. Baëkhyun didn’t get far though because sooner or later my uncle pulled out a silver blade hidden on the inside of his suit and stabbed Baëkhyun with it on his right shoulder cutting straight through his clavicle. Baëkhyun yells in agony as he falls straight to his knees hands pressing on the wound my uncle just had plunged the blade into. “The blade was covered in poison by the way. He will be dead in an hour if you don’t find him a cure. My uncle says once stabbing him with the blade

Putting pressure on his wound. Uncertain why suddenly I let out a mortifying scream quickly running over to where Baëkhyun was kneeled on the floor looking straight up at my uncle blood coating his hands. “Are you okay?” I asked him concern laced in voice tears running down my cheeks as I quickly looked around the room trying to find something, anything to place on his bleeding shoulder. Baëkhyun watched you curiously as you looked around to find something to help him. He was confused on why I was crying over someone like him and why I was helping him when all he’s ever done to me was trying to hurt me. Still crying my uncle speaks.

“Pathetic.”

Looking up at him tears building up again as you continued to cry as Baëkhyun struggled beside me. “You care about these creatures that much that you are already crying over them.”

“Alana. They don’t care about you sweetheart.” He continues

“They only want your blood and that’s it.”

Voice strained I muster out as, my hands trembled.

“You really have become a monster.”

“No wonder my parents kept me away from you.”

I finish, his eyes coated with even more anger then a few minutes ago, as I looked away from him looking back at Baëkhyun who had been staring at me this whole time while he knelt on the ground beside me blood dripping down his arm.

Baekhyun finally coming over to crouch down next to his brother other side. “Brother are you okay?” He asked. The look on his face was fear. Baekhyun looked like he was about to cry. I have never imagined I would ever see him this way. I thought he was heartless. The intimidating Baekhyun who made jokes all the time. He looks up at my uncle and speaks

“YOU ASSHOLE. We are doing as you ask Master.” He continues.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt either of us anymore” He stands up.

“That was before you disobeyed my order about staying away from my goddamn niece you preverted freaks” my uncle yells at Baekhyun.

“ What do I do.” He asks with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do anything. Just let me save my brother.”

“I can’t lose him too.” Baekhyun’s begins tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to act tough even in this horrible situation.

“Hmmm” Jongdae says as tries to think of something to say.

“Fine. I’ll let you save your brother.” He begins, Baekhyun’s face lighting up.

“ But… only if you erase the memories from my nieces mind about what she saw here today in my office and also of her having ever met the both of you three weeks ago.”

Baekhyun pauses seeming conflicted with my uncles terms on the conditions to save his brothers life.

“Oooh stop being so dramatic not like you care about her anyways right?” my uncle asks.

“So, take the offer and you will be able to save your brother.”

As Baekhyun was struggling to make a decision about erasing your memories I was still in the middle of looking for something to help Baëkhyun in the meantime. I then remembered the scarf wrapped around my neck. Completely haven forgetting the reason I had chosen to wear it I unwrap it from around my neck and quickly move back to crouching on my knees tending to his wound. Baekhyun looks down at me attempting anyway to stop his brother’s suffering. Both of them now watching me with such curiosity.

They have never seen a human act this way towards them. Anytime a human would come in contact with them ever since they became vampires people would run the opposite direction, but not Alana. Alana was different from the others and that caused a different emotions to develop for the both of them over the mortal girl. They were even more interested in her now.

Wrapping the scarf around his bleeding shoulder Baëkhyun’s breath hitting your face as he watched me tie it while Baekhyun watched you help his brother. “Just keep pressing on it. It should help stop the bleeding for a little while to last you a little longer. I’m sorry this happened to you.” You rambled on as you tended to him. “If having to erase my memories from having met you guys to save your life I completely understand.” A tear rolls down my cheek yet again. Never in my life have I cried this much. It just seemed that I couldn’t stop crying over these two men that I had just met three weeks ago. Unable to control himself Baëkhyun takes his uninjured arm and slowly wipes the tear from falling down my cheek.

Looking him in the eyes from his sudden unexpected actions I finish up tying the scarf around his shoulder and move away from the close proximity of his face he muttered a quiet “Thanks” as I stared into his usual cold eyes, but this time they were no longer cold his eyes had a hint of appreciation in them and at this I gave him a small smile blushing looking down trying to hide it from their field of vison when suddenly I heard a menacing growl coming from my uncle pushing Baekhyun to the side causing him to hit a wall hard on falling to the ground. Baekhyun grunts looking up I yelp when he grabs me by my coat collar pulling me up to my feet moving my hair to the side tilting my head to examining my neck that I had forgotten Baekhyun had left a hickey there the other day.

“You let them do this to you.” He stared his hands coming around to grip my throat as he began to choke me lifting my feet off the ground. “

You are more like your aunt then I had ever imagined. I didn’t expect you to give into them so easily.”

“You are just as much of a filthy whore as she was”

I struggled in his grasp feet dangling in the air as I tried to fight for my freedom his grasp around my throat getting tighter every passing minute continuing to choke me. I begged him to stop tears running down my face. I looked a mess right now. My hair was everywhere. My uniform had small rips in places. Was this how I was going to die I thought? By the hands of my own uncle. Slowly feeling my eyes begin to close I start to see black you.

Who’s mark is this?” He asked, but I was unable to reply as I could speak.

“I will not have a vampire’s whore for a niece” He continued. Now choking and coughing.

“P-please u-uncle I c-can’t breathe”

“Maybe I should do the same as I did with your aunt hm?”

Starting to finally lose conscious I began to resist the urge to fight for my life. I then black out but not before hearing a faint, but husky voice in the background.

“LET HER GO”

and just like that you had blacked out......

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** Authors Note**

Well.... I ended it on a cliffhanger again. HAHA sorry don’t hate me. I was going to do a longer chapter for chapter 4, but I ended up at the last minute not making it to long and ending it like this. I feel like I haven’t really touched base on Jongdae’s past and how Baekhyun and Baëkhyun became vampires in the first place so I thought it was necessary before I got into all the other stuff between BaekBaëk and Alana.

Now I’m hoping to bring some steamy scenes between the brother’s next chapter for sure now that things between the three of them have seemed to be intense and they are becoming more involved with each other. So except some smut next chapter for sure, for those that are waiting for that. ;)

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Ocean Song - Part Four

rating: PG summary: Marine biology student April O’Neil makes a startling discovery.

notes: 2.7k words. A03 link can be found here. Special thanks to @cloakedrabbitand @starfiretheninja for beta-reading! ALSO the first three chapters of this fic were basically written back in 2016 when I started the fic. So this chapter officially marks new content! :D

He awakens, head spinning and shaking with disorientation for what feels like the hundredth time in the past 24 hours.

Had it only been only a day? It felt like much longer. Without being able to check the sun, he wasn’t sure how much time was actually passing between bouts of unconsciousness; all he knew was that he had done this several times before. The dead weight of his limbs, the sloshing feeling in his stomach, and the way that the ground spun beneath him had started to feel almost routine.

Blinking heavily, he shook his head and then immediately clapped a palm to his mouth as his stomach rolled in protest. No – he couldn’t be sick here; the thin layer of sand underneath him was not nearly deep enough to bury waste, and he didn’t think he could mentally handle the addition of another strong smell in this already overwhelming environment. Better to wait it out.

The turtle sighed, pressing his forehead into the sand and keeping a palm clamped to his mouth as he slowly took stock. He was laying on his side in the corner of the clear prison, shell to the rest of the room and limbs curled as close to his chest as possible. The metal-cold-hard-rope was still clamped onto one of his legs, forcing him to twist his hips awkwardly so as to remain in this position. The taste of blood lingered in his mouth, making him wonder if he had bitten his tongue the last time he had been dragged into unconsciousness. Or perhaps They had done something to him? All he knew was that everything hurt to varying degree, the worst of which being his head. It felt as if someone had pried open his skull and molded his brain between their palms.

Once he felt certain that the meager contents of his stomach would remain in place, the turtle slowly eased into a sitting position with one side of his body pressed against the clear wall. The surface felt cool and slick on his skin, causing him to shiver as he cast weary eyes around the room.

His prison was still dimly lit this time, which was a blessing in some ways. He vaguely remembered waking up one of the first times, when the room had been flooded with harsh lighting that hurt his eyes and made him want to bury his head in the sand. The sensations were confusing – the sand was unnaturally coarse on his skin, the light above him did not give off any warmth, and everything was just wrong wrong wrong wrong.

There had been Humans in the room at that point – tall ones in white pelts that stared at him and used Spoken Human Words that he wasn’t conscious enough to understand. They’d kept their distance at first, slowly moving back and forth through his hazy vision while every cell in his body screamed at him to run. He had been so tired and confused at that point that he just wanted to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but then several of the Humans suddenly stepped forward and opened the wall nearest to him.

His mind had jolted fully awake at that point, though his body remained motionless on the ground. He remembered wanting to back away, chest heaving with panicked desperation as he begged his limbs to move beneath him. The Humans moved quickly and spoke in low voices, almost as if trying to soothe him before one reached out and pressed his head into the sand. He remembered trying to scream as they turned his face away from them, but the only sound he could manage was a high-pitched whine. He gasped in pain as several sharp objects were shoved into his shoulder and thigh, but within seconds the Humans drew back clutching containers of red liquid – his blood.

They returned and repeated the process several other times after that – sometimes when he was awake but too delirious to do much but lean away and whimper. Other times, they waited until another round of gas stole him from consciousness and then crept in. He only knew that something had happened based on the dull ache that ran up and down both arms and the foul scent of Human clinging to his skin.

After the fourth or fifth time – or maybe it had been more? – he began to question whether this was it. Father had always warned him and Brothers to fear Humans, saying that they would likely be killed on sight if caught. Was that what was going to happen next? Was this how he was going to spend whatever was left of his life? Trapped in a small, cold box and being repeatedly gassed and poked and prodded by the creatures he had been raised to fear? And what of Small Brother – was he trapped elsewhere in this prison, undergoing the same fate?

The last thought made his stomach violently roll again.

A small, whining keel had clawed its way up his throat as he wrapped sore arms around himself and started to rock, the metal-cold-hard-rope digging at the skin of his ankle with each movement. Small Brother gone. Brave Brother and Strong Brother gone. Water gone. Gone gone gone alone gone.

“He needs to be back in the ocean!” Red Girl’s voice suddenly floated through his cloudy mind. Yes, that was it.

He’d been angry at first, when he awoke to find her staring back at him. He’d gone against instinct and years of teaching when he had first spotted her, clearly in distress and tangling with a squid that seemed intent to make her his meal. Even Small Brother, with his always-happy-to-help attitude hesitated at the sight of a Human in what they’d always considered to be a safe place. But she was so small and scared, and it only took a moment before they leapt into action.

Had she returned to gloat at his capture? Or to finish him off?

Either way, the fear and anger became too much and he had panicked. He remembered crying out in Family Tongue as he beat on the wall, crying in pain, crying for his brothers, crying for anything that could get him out of this wretched place.

What he hadn’t expected was the equally scared and concerned reaction he received. Rather than reach in and take more of his blood or gawk like the other Humans, Red Girl’s face had creased in worry and she had backed up with palms in the air. Fear scent radiated from her, and he found himself stunned into momentary silence. She had had the same expression when tangling in the squid’s limbs, being trapped and slowly suffocated. She saw him as a threat.

And so he’d taken a chance – a last ditch effort to communicate that this time he was the one in need of rescuing.

She and Boy Human had seemed to understand, talking excitedly between each other in rapid tones that he had to concentrate to decipher. But then the sleeping gas had come again, and when he next woke, the room was empty.

The turtle rubbed at his eyes and inhaled slowly, forcing his body to relax. How long ago had that been? There was no sun or moon here, so he wasn’t even sure how long he had been asleep this time. But they had said that they would help him get home, right? So they had to be coming back eventually.

At least now he knew that Small Brother was safe. The simple knowledge of this lifted weight off of his shoulders and made it easier to breathe. If he couldn’t find a way home, at least his family wouldn’t be losing two Brothers – they’d already had to deal with the loss of Father many moons before.

Voices from outside of his prison suddenly wove their way into his thoughts, and the turtle perked up. Was that them? Had Girl and Boy come back for him?

“Here here! You come back!” he clicked, excitement too great to bother translating into Spoken Human Words. Forcing himself to ignore the dizziness that still clouded his mind, he pulled himself to his knees and beat on the wall eagerly. Across the room, the door handle jiggled and he heard a beep. “You come back help Clever Brother help go back to ocean Home-”

Then the door swung open, and in stepped a red-furred human… but not Red Girl.

***

“It’s bigger than I thought.”

Dr. O’Neil nodded nervously, his eyes focusing first on the turtle and then back at the two solidly built men standing behind him. Between them and the wild animal in the room, he couldn’t help but feel more comfortable with the animal. Muscular arms peeked out from under t-shirts bearing “Oroku Inc.” nametags, signifying the men as “Anton” and “Ivan”. Across the room, the creature barked nervously, dropping to its rear end and scuttling to the far end of the glass containment. “Actually, that’s another interesting detail! Based on the blood tests that we ran, the specimen appears to have DNA most similar to that of a loggerhead turtle, which typically grow to be approximately three feet in length and between 250-300 pounds. Upon arrival, we measured him as being four foot ten inches and 219 pounds – which is significantly longer than most loggerheads, but not proportionally heavier. I would love to be there for the study and dissection – I’m assuming his bones are thinner in order to compensate for his length and allow easier navigation –”

The taller of the men – a lanky black character apparently named Anton - raised a hand to cut Kirby off as he began to speak. He spoke in cool, lilted English with a slight Japanese accent hiding behind his words. “Yes, I’m sure Dr. Stockman and the boss will be grateful to know that he was in such great hands. As I’m sure you can tell by our early arrival, they’re eagerly awaiting him back at the lab.”

Kirby nodded, blushing lightly. “Of course, my apologies. It’s just not every day you see a creature such as this – I’m sure that you understand. Our team has been buzzing since we discovered him out in the bay.”

“I’m sure,” Anton nodded again, though his half-lidded eyes betrayed a genuine lack of interest. Across the room, the turtle let out a shuddering breath. “Speaking of which, I assume that you recorded the coordinates where he was located?”

“Yes, of course.” The redheaded scientist turned a page on his clipboard and tapped it in affirmation. “All of our findings and details about the retrieval were transmitted earlier today, so Dr. Stockman should be able to access everything we know.”

“Excellent.” The laboratory assistants turned to each other, speaking in Japanese for a moment while Kirby awkwardly toyed at the edges of his paperwork and cursed his lacking language skills. When they turned back around, the shorter man spoke up in a thick Russian accent.

“Should he not be sedated? The boss said that there could be a risk of violence, and that he didn’t want to take any chances.”

“Yes, well, um,” Kirby glanced back down at his notes nervously. “We’ve attempted to keep him sedated throughout the day by administering doses of sevoflurane, but his body has been burning through the medication at an unprecedented rate. Until more is known about his biology, I’m extremely hesitant to consider administering such heavy doses – they could have adverse effects on liver function, cause neurotoxicity –”

“Relax, Dr. O’Neil,” Anton interrupted, a smirk tugging at his lips. “The good doctor sent us with a back up, just in case we ran into any issues. Care to illustrate, Ivan?”

Ivan grunted as he reached into his uniform pocket and withdrew a small, circular device that made Kirby gasp.

“Wait – is that a shock collar? I – well, I really don’t think that’s a good idea -”

“It is… similar,” Ivan interjected. He was more hesitant as he spoke, taking several seconds to weigh his words before speaking them. With careful hands, he lifted a latch on the side of the collar and pressed to adjust its size. Once he seemed satisfied that the circumference was about as big around as the turtle’s neck, the man reached back into his pocket and retrieved a small egg-shaped remote, then simultaneously pressed a button on each piece. Several high-pitched beeps echoed through the room, followed by a low buzzing sound. “The boss had Dr. Stockman create this in order to induce temporary paralysis on larger creatures. As long as the device is activated, the wearer will remain conscious, but unable to move. It makes transportation much easier, as well as helps with certain studies. I shall show you.”

The two lab assistants stepped towards the cage in unison, eliciting another bark of fear from the turtle, and pulled open the door. The creature yelped as the men closed in, throwing out his arms in protest and letting out a warning snarl that sent chills down Kirby’s spine. Before he had a chance to advise them to retreat, both men stepped into the cage and then leapt back, Ivan shaking his hand and cursing in Japanese. “You little monster – he bit me!”

Anton surged forward, using one leg to brace himself and the other to deliver a swift kick to the center of the turtle’s plastron. The creature gasped, falling heavily back onto his carapace and stirring up a cloud of sand as Anton continued to firmly press into his chest. The turtle snarled in frustration, arms desperately alternating between tearing at the thick fabric of Anton’s pants and trying to keep Ivan’s reaching arms at bay. “Come on now, don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Gentlemen –!”

Before the turtle could do any serious damage, Ivan lunged forward and snapped the collar around their prey’s neck. The turtle let out a panicked yelp and bit down again, this time sinking gapped teeth into the nearest hand and locking his jaw.

“Yeaugh!” the Russian man bellowed and shook the injured arm in pain, causing the turtle’s head to whip violently back and forth but refusing to release his hold. “Anton – get it off of me!”

“Give me that –” the black man lunged forward and snatched the remote from his partner’s flailing hands. With one push of a button, the turtle suddenly went slack and dropped limply to the ground beneath them. His eyes remained wide open, darting around in confusion.

“Stupid beast,” Ivan growled and kicked at the turtle’s side, eliciting a yelp but nothing else. His hand was already oozing blood, which steadily dripped down onto the turtle’s motionless form. “I’ll make sure that they don’t give you anesthesia, just for that. Or maybe I can just take care of you myself on the way over – how do you like the taste of lead?”

“I doubt he has any idea what you’re saying,” Anton rolled his eyes, then turned to Kirby. “Where’s the loading cart that you brought him in with?”

“Now wait – hold on just one second,” the scientist shook his head, brows furrowed as took a step towards the men. “This is all wrong – I understand that you gentlemen have a job to do and I’m sure you’re lovely people, but as a biologist it is my responsibility to ensure that each and every creature we work with is treated with the utmost dignity and respect. As such, I can’t just let the two of you waltz in here and –”

Kirby suddenly felt something press against his chest and stopped short, his breath hitching in his throat.

“I don’t think you understand, Old Man,” Anton pressed the barrel of his gun forcefully into Kirby’s chest and growled. “Our boss wants this creature more than life itself and has already paid you more than you are worth for it, so we will continue to do with it exactly as we please. Now,” he jerked his head and Ivan roughly grabbed the paralyzed creature under its arms. “Are you going to help us get it into the van, or what?”

Next Chapter!

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malecftw · 5 years

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When the Angel meets the Warlock

CAOS request would be the Reader is a loyal angel -who is known to be the Dark Lord's favorite sister before the fall- unexpectedly meets their soulmate after being summoned.

Part 2 Part 3

The rough wind whistled in my ears, bringing forth a voice I hadn’t heard in ages. The snarky, commanding tone still fresh in my memory. No denying who was calling upon me. My brothers and sisters looked at my startled expression. I shook my head in disbelief. What could he possibly want from me?

I stand up and smooth my baby blue dress, it’s a general misconception that all angels wear white and white only. Imagine that. My feet take me to a deserted spot, near an old willow that has stood in heaven for nearly a thousand years. As I cautiously look around, the voice’s urgency increases and at that I spread my wings. I close my eyes and shake my head. Not believing I’m risking everything for him once again.

Sometime later

“Your unholy Grace, is it wise to summon an angel to Greendale? It’s a common fact they aren’t to be trusted.” Dorian asks in a low tone, cautious not to anger or seemingly defy the wish of Satan. Satan raises his hand, cautioning Dorian to stop talking as he looks straight ahead at the huge double doors separating him from his little sister.

“Let her in.” He says loud and clear, his voice echoing through the gigantic room, marble pillars placed in half a circle whilst he sits on his throne at the apex of the space. Sabrina, Ambrose, Nick, Zelda, Hilda and the rest of the Greendale coven all have their eyes trained on the heavy, dark wooden doors.

Their eyes start tearing up as a creature slowly walks in, the light radiating from her body almost too much for their eyes to handle. It takes everything in their power to not shield their face from the pure light. As the Holy Being walks close to Satan, her light starts to dim, making it manageable to take a good look at her.

Her blonde hair stops halfway down her back and her flawless skin is still emitting a Godly glow. The blue silk robe she’s wearing drags around the marble floor, making her move with an unearthly grace everyone in the room wished they possessed.

She walks straight ahead and only halts when she’s about 5 steps away from the Dark Lord. Her head doesn’t bow down, her knees stay unfolded and there she stands. With pride and power, neither witch nor warlock would dare to show in the company of their Dark Lord. She even looks him straight in the eye, something Nick and Ambrose don’t fail to notice followed by them sharing a look. They both realize this is business. This is the meeting of Good and Evil.

The Angel talks first, her voice more melodic than expected judging by her cold, confident exterior. “What is it, that you have called me here for, Satan.” She spits out his name like it’s poison in her mouth and at that Satan smirks. Everyone in the room holds their breath, none of them truly knowing the connection between these two higher beings.

Satan rises, looking down on her from his quite literal, pedestal. “Now now little sister. Is that how you greet your older brother.” The Angel scoffs. “You lost that title the moment you betrayed our Heavenly Father, and in turn, me.” At that, Satan raises his eyebrows and nods. “I must say I’m not surprised. I have done some more,... Questionable things in the past.”

“However, I have called you here to strike a bargain. I am willing to make peace.”

At this, it’s the Angel’s turn to raise her eyebrows. “Peace? Lucifer himself wants to hold a truce? A truce between Good and Evil? I do not see how that would be possible or even make sense. You really think our Heavenly Father is going to let you keep spoiling the minds of the innocent and torturing those who can’t defend themselves?”

“It’s actually quite simple little Angel. I will command all covens to limit their actions involving the mortals and you will not send Holy witch hunters on our path.”

At this, she laughs. “Oh, so the real reason is that you’re afraid of our hunters.”

“THE DARK LORD IS AFRAID OF NO ONE. IF YOU DARE TO DISRESPECT ME LIKE THIS AGAIN I WILL SEND FATHER YOUR PRETTY WINGS AND THEN WE’LL SEE WHO’S MORE POWERFUL.” Satan explodes. She always knew how to irk her brother and she clearly hasn’t lost her touch.

She smiles, almost an evil smile ironically enough. “Do you mean these wings, Luci?” She asks innocently as she spreads her ginormous, stunning white wings. As she does this her light starts getting brighter again. So bright everyone in the room can feel the heat nearly burning their faces. As if they’re in direct contact with the sun.

The Angel flaps her wings twice, her body lifting off of the ground as her light continues to get stronger until the shape of her body has disappeared into the light. “Do not challenge me, brother. You may have been family once, but that does not mean I take threats from a fallen angel lightly. Remember, it is you who is asking me a favor, not the other way around.

At that, the Dark Lord stomps his feet angrily and child-like. He looks around the room and gestures for everyone to follow when he stalks out of it. After about thirty seconds, she descends and her light fades again, however she doesn’t notice the one person who didn’t trudge along with the Dark Lord until he makes himself known.

“That was very impressive.” Nicholas Scratch says, basically risking his life in order to compliment an Angel of the Lord. She turns around quickly, having expected the room to be cleared. She smirks and lifts her head a little higher, pride resonating with her every move. Nick takes this as a sign he should do some sort of bow yet he’s not familiar with the proper way to respect an actual angel seeing as the chances of ever coming face to face with one have always been slim.

He awkwardly laughs and scratches the back of his head. “I guess this is the part where I bow or something?” The angel laughs. “Don’t worry, I’m not a tyrant like my brother. And I doubt he’d like it if one of his disciples bowed down to me.”

Nicholas nods quickly, having completely forgotten about the Dark Lord. “In fact, why have you stayed behind? I’m sure he won’t be pleased if he finds out you disobeyed him.”

He looks at her. Truly looks at her as if he could see every fiber of her body. Every single cell. There’s a pause before he speaks up again.

“I find you remarkable invigorating. Frankly you are a piece of art and I could not will my feet to move after laying my eyes upon you.”

The angel smiles. Her cold, defensive demeanor melting away at the words of the warlock. She walks towards him and he’s surprised to find out she’s actually a couple of inches shorter than him.

“I guess the Holy Lord might have mercy on a stray warlock if he’s as charming as you.” She smirks.

Nicholas smiles, not realizing what he’s getting himself into but too entranced to go back.

“I guess we’ll find out.”

A/N: So I accidentally made this mostly an introduction to the angel rather than focusing on the angel and nick (soz i got carried away). Might make a second part to this to focus more on their relationship if anyone’s interested.

Requested by the always lovely @ohmypreciousgavinyeet. Hope you like it! :)

Requests are open!

Masterlist.

#nicholas scratch #nicholas scratch imagine #nicholas x reader #nick x reader #caos #caos imagine #i tried a diff style of writing pls dont judge me #also pls dont hate it #i just want yall to like it honestly #but hey constructive criticism is always welcome

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ikaris-whore · 5 years

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Roadside Assistance

Pairing: Dayton White X Reader

Prompt: From Daddy D himself @definitelydaytonwhite. For a belated HBC Drunk Drabble @the-ss-horniest-book-club. Your car breaks down on the side of the road and the closest place is his garage.

Ugh, no. This couldn’t be happening to you right now. You just needed to get to your parents for the night so you could rest up for your brother’s wedding weekend when your car started running hot, and your check engine light came on. The sun was getting ready to set and you were in the middle of nowhere with nothing but the small bag you packed for the weekend. You put your flashers on and hopped out of your car cautiously, looking around for anything or anyone. Not a creature in sight. You popped your hood and started looking around under it -- at what? You didn’t know.

You really knew minimal things about the mechanics of cars and you now wished you had taken your dad up on his offers to help you learn more about cars when you were younger. You went for the one thing you do know how to do and that was to check the oil. Sticking your fingers in to grab at the dipstick when you felt a burn on your knuckles as it touched the hot metal. Pulling back with a hiss you decided it was best to try and just call someone to come help. You pulled your phone out -- no service, of course this was happening.

Just as you were starting your pity party for one -- and walk somewhere you could find service -- you saw the bright headlights of a car coming up fast. You leaned against the grille of the car trying to wave down the car for help, but they flew past you. As you started to turn to gather your things for your walk, you saw the brake lights flash on the fast car. They did a u-turn and came flying back to you with an abrupt stop directly behind your car. The engine cut off and a man stepped out.

“Car trouble sweetheart?” he said as he made his way to you. You took him in, he clearly took pride in his looks from his clean shoes, to his tight clothes, and perfectly placed yet deliciously fluffy hair.

“Yeah, admittedly, I know absolutely nothing about cars and-” you hold up your phone shaking it “I have no service to even call roadside assistance.” he laughed.

“It’s your lucky day sweetheart, my garage is just a while down the road. I will call a tow and have them bring it in so my guy can look at it. Sound good?” He cocked his head to the side while he waited for your answer. You nodded in agreement and he pulled his phone out to send a text.

“Great! Just sent our location to the tow truck and they will come pick it up. Grab your things, I will drive you over to the garage, sweetheart.” You leaned into the car to grab your overnight bag and purse. He took the bigger bag from your hands as you closed your door. Walking with you to the passenger side of the car, he opened the door and closed it once you were settled in. He popped the trunk placing your bag in it as he made his way to the drivers side, getting in and starting up the car with a roar.

“I’m Dayton by the way.” holding out his hand for you to shake. You took his in yours cautiously replying with your name. It took a few minutes but then it clicked as he made his way down the road and you mumbled “Oh my god.” hurriedly under your breath. He looked at you briefly as if for you to explain you mumblings. “Y-you are Dayton White?” He licked his lips before chuckling at your realization. “That I am sweetheart.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned. How could you have missed that earlier? You explained on the drive about how your brother, the one who was getting married, followed his career and looked up to him. You on the other hand rolled your eyes every time his name was brought up.

Dayton pulled up to his garage, racing around the car to open the car door before you could. You grimaced as he took your hurt hand and led you up into the garage and introduced you to his mechanic.

“He’s gonna work on your car and see if we can fix it up for you and get you on your way. We can go wait in my office. Your car should be right behind us.” He held out his elbow and you placed your hand in it so he could lead the way to his office. Opening the door to his office you realized it was more like a living room than your formal office. A leather couch, TV, desk with a laptop closed upon it.

Dayton let his arm loose and walked around the desk pulling out a drawer. “So your brother is a fan?” You nodded. “And he’s getting married this weekend?” You nodded with a shaky “yeah.”

He pulled a head shot out and signed it. “To my biggest fan, Congrats on finding true love. - Dayton White” You leaned over the desk and watched as he quickly and skillfully scrawled his name across it, you didn’t realize it but you had been biting your lip and leaning over the desk when he looked up at you.

“Like what you see, Sweetheart?” he asked teasingly. You shook your head, mainly at yourself, partially in answer.

“Admiring your handwriting is all.” you stammer out trying to recover yourself. By the look on his face he didn’t believe you just as much as you didn’t believe yourself as an “uh huh” fell from his mouth. He slid the photo across the desk to you and you walked back over to your bag to place it safely in it as you said “Thank you, he is going to flip out when he sees it.”

Just then Dayton’s phone rang. There was a lot of nodding, uh-huhs, nos, and yeses. He hung up and told you “Simple fix. We will have you out of here in no time, sweetheart.”

You sat down on the edge of the desk as you let out a “Shame.” under your breath adding with a chuckle, “You were starting to grow on me.”

He stood up from his chair and made his way around the desk, placing his arms on either side of you, caging you in. His face was mere inches from yours, “Is that so sweetheart?” Your resolve was breaking. You tilted your head and moved your lips closer, “yeah, it’d be a shame to leave so quickly.” A dark chuckle grew in his throat at your actions and words and he gently brushed his lips against yours as he spoke taunting you “a real-”

You cut his words off as you grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips together, deepening the kiss as the moments ticked by. He stepped between your legs, running his hands up your sides his fingers doing a delicate dance on your skin. He started to push you back on the desk, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. Pulling away, resting his forehead against yours he sighed “I gotta get that sweetheart.” Picking it up but not moving more than he had to, he stood there talking on the phone while smiling at you. Hanging up he looked at you a moment before saying “Well your cars done and running fine.”

“Oh thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on me sweetheart.” He said as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks started to warm but you mustered up a glare, “Oh no. No. How much do I owe you? Really.”

He stood there a minute rubbing the stubble on his chin. “How about a date?” Your ears perked up at that, “but I am only in town for the wedding.” you offered as an excuse.

“So.. let me be your date to the wedding?” he paused and placed his hand over his mouth. “Oh god. I didn’t mean to just try and crash your brother's wedding. I just. I want to get to know you.” Quickly adding on “And really it was an easy fix on the car” he rubbed his hand down your arm, your eyes following his action.

“Um. Yeah. I don’t think that’ll be an issue.” you smiled and placed a tentative kiss on his cheek hopping down from the desk, you grabbed at a pen and post it note. Scribbling an address, time, and your number. “Be here tomorrow. Casual dress, for a family get together before the wedding on Sunday.”

“You got it sweetheart.” he worn the biggest grin you’d seen as he stuck it on his laptop. He grabbed your hand and pulled you close for another kiss pulling away with a wink, “to hold you over until tomorrow” You gave him a playful smack to his bicep and he walked you out to the garage, opening your car door for you to climb in. You paused before sliding into your seat “Oh! My bag!”

“Already in the back seat for you sweetheart.” he replied with a nod for you to look. There it was waiting for you.

“Thanks so much, Dayton. Really.” You looked around to see everyone had left and you gave him another kiss before sitting in the car. “See you tomorrow, Dayton” He closed your door gently, smiling through the window you started your car up and put it in drive. He gave you a small wave and you returned it as you pulled out of the garage shaking your head. None of your family was going to believe you when you tell them.

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epicwrites · 4 years

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→ GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Noah Blackwell

Age: 1000+

Occupation: CFO of Blackwell Media

Residency: Hollow Grove, MA

Species: Original Vampire

→ FAST FACTS

Eldest son of the Blackwell children, Noah is inherently over protective and feels a strong responsibility to care for and look after his siblings, even to this day.

He planned to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a blacksmith to take over the family business.

He married and had three children; two boys and one girl.

Maggie Blackwell, his older sister who was adopted into the family, was taken by a coven of witches who claimed she’d been ‘stolen’ from them originally. When Maggie refused to leave with this coven and chose the Blackwells as her family instead, the witches cursed the Blackwells with vampirism, and the vampire species was born.

Noah gave in to the curse instantly, his humanity disappearing in a flash and bodies dropping in his wake. He became exactly what the witches had wanted; a monster, a slave to blood lust, an unfeeling devil. He lost nearly 300 years in the humanity-less, blood-thirty haze.

It was Lukas that managed to bring Noah back, only when Noah had his baby brother within an inch of his life. For years after he suffered through the memories of all the lives he had taken, the loss of his family centuries prior, and the never ending guilt for what he’d become. All he could do was try to become the man he’d once been in this new world he no longer recognized.

Noah did his best to blend in with humanity, to seek other interests such as traveling and study over the wars waging in the background. He had no interest in fighting the werewolves as mortal enemies, though when they got in his way he was known to be a harsh contender.

He’s skeptical that peace will ever truly be achievable between the different species, but is always willing to hear and weigh in on the discussions. He wants the safety of Hollow Grove to be a sign of what could be their future, but he’s hesitant to believe that it’s that simple. Nothing has ever been simple for him.

Full biography below cut.

→ BIOGRAPHY

Even as a child, Noah knew he had to look out for his siblings. He was the eldest son and because of that he was responsible for each of them - even though Maggie was technically the oldest. It meant he had to try to keep Lukas on a short leash and on the right path. Joslyn was his baby sister, he had to be sure to keep her safe from anything and everything that could hurt her. When it came to Maggie; well, she was his partner in looking after the younger two...They worked together to teach their siblings the ways of their small town, how to navigate the forest around their home, how to hunt and cook and take care of themselves, read and write. Plus, he had to keep a watch over her, too. They were all his responsibility in the end of it; not to mention they were the most important thing to him in his entire life. He had to keep them safe.

Noah fell into that role well. From a young age he’d always been rather serious compared to his siblings and it helped when it came to keeping the rest of the Blackwells in line. It was only natural for him to stumble into the family business, too. He looked up to his father and wanted nothing more than to become a blacksmith alongside him. So once he was old enough to hold the hammer and start shaping the metal, he started working with his father, learning the skills of the trade. Come to think of it, his life had always been pretty much mapped out of him, hadn’t it? Not that Noah minded; He loved his family with everything he had, enjoyed the laborious but rewarding work of the blacksmith. When his parents found his ‘perfect match’, so to speak, he was at the alter and saying ‘I do’ to a woman he barely even knew at the time.

He and Dorothy were not a couple made of love. Instead, they were more of a mutually beneficial relationship. They worked together well and he enjoyed her company. Together they had three children within the span of five or so years, began raising their own little family - and he had more people to look after, a role he already had so much practice doing. Two boys and one girl, they became a bright light in his life, and he cherished them. Just as he was a strict and demanding older brother he took on a similar role over his children. He kept them in line with a stern voice but a nurturing hand.

Just as he was settling into the routine of caring for his young children and working on his own as a blacksmith, a bomb was dropped into his life that changed everything. People appeared to take Maggie from them, claiming she was their rightful property and attempting to steal her away. They said she wasn’t a Blackwell, that they were her parents, that she didn’t belong with them. Noah didn’t even question it as he stood beside his sister, ready to defend her from anything. Even if she wasn’t biologically a Blackwell, if what these people claimed was true, she was his family - and no one would take her away. Not without a fight. He had made a vow to protect his family, and Maggie was just that. She always would be.

When Maggie refused to leave with them, Noah only felt a momentary elation, because her refusal was quickly followed by the life changing curse. Vampirism. A slave to blood lust. A thirst that couldn’t be satiated. In that instant, the whole entire world flipped on its axis and went dark. The light disappeared from within him, instead replaced with an undying hunger. The only thing he knew was he had to get away, and he fled - dropping bodies in his wake across the entire world. Without his humanity, Noah just didn’t care. Time became relative, hundreds of years were lost in what seemed like a blink of an eye but also felt as if they were stretched into infinity. He didn’t love, he didn’t feel, he didn’t care. He was a slave to the blood, a killer, a monster.

He’d all but forgotten his past life when Lukas reappeared to flip everything over on him once more. It was his baby brother who made him feel again - only when Noah had him within an inch of his life. Lukas convinced Noah to return to himself and let his humanity return and along with it all of the shame and regret he felt over the past several centuries. He hadn’t even kept a count of all the bodies that had dropped at his hand, how many innocent people that he’d murdered - but he could feel the weight of each and every one of them, bearing down on his shoulders and dragging him into hell.

His wife and kids had died centuries ago thinking he’d abandoned them. He had abandoned them. For decades he walked the Earth on uneven footing, not knowing where he really fit or belonged. Even his family were only shadows of their former selves, waging war on the werewolves and fighting for power, no longer interested in the normal aspects of the life they’d once known. Noah wanted nothing to do with it. He fought the wolves that got in his way but otherwise didn’t seek to wage war with them, unlike his siblings who seemed more hungry for power and control than ever. While he knew Maggie, Joslyn, and Lukas didn’t need his help, perhaps even didn’t want it, he kept an eye on their affairs from a distance, meddling just enough to keep them from getting too deep into trouble. After all those years had past they may not be the family he once had known, but they were still his family - and he loved them now even more fiercely than before. As a boy he swore to protect them and that promise is still something he plans to keep.

Noah sought out more of the finer things in life. He chose to travel, exploring every inch of the world and beyond as new territories were discovered. He studied, absorbing what knowledge he could and trying to keep abreast of the ever evolving world. Technology advanced at startling rates, often leaving the vampire behind to catch up years later. He chose the path of blending in, assimilating with humanity but never staying in one place too long.

At the mention of peace treaties, Noah was skeptical but willing to hear the offer. If a treaty would keep his family safe and let them settle down for once, he was willing to try and strike one up. Plus, it would help to get his siblings all back in line, maybe regain some sense of control over this whole, fucked up world. But supernatural wars didn’t easily come to terms of peace, not until they were forced to because there wasn’t much of another choice. Supernatural creatures were revealed to the world and humans were in an uproar in attempts to protect themselves, droves of every species getting wiped out. The original families - vampires, werewolves, and the supreme, came together to strike the deal and protect their kinds. Hollow Grove was created as a safe haven for all supernatural kinds, and the world started to settle again.

Laying down roots isn’t Noah’s thing. He drifts in and out of Hollow Grove, preferring to live in a constant state of transition rather than letting himself get too comfortable. Even if it takes hundreds of years for things to change, he’s been burned by it far too many times to count, and he’s not willing to be caught off guard again.

#bio: noah blackwell #char: noah blackwell #v: hg #verse: hollow grove

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