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aelingalathyniusrailme · 3 years

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If you find me on the edge, we’ll jump together.

Gwynriel Pirate au pt 6

this chapters a little long and fluffy but I really like it and I finally gave it a name

Here are the other parts if you’re interested :) pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5

what had azriel’s life become? In the past 24 hours his ship became infested with dangerous females, he had given up his most prized possession, and he was on his way to find a being that still haunted his nightmares.

Berdara was a fine persuader but money was even better. Too bad they seemed to come in tandem. The captain of the shadowsinger needed this hall and there was no way in hell he was loosing a dime to the cutthroat redhead he now lived with.

He stole a glance toward her to find her staring intently at the map. Her mind, her calculating, cold, ruthless mind at work. Her eyes shot up to his and she gave him a smirk, flashing the whites of her teeth and winked. he knew others would see a friendly smile but all he saw were fangs

Infuriating as she might be, she had not said one word, in the past few hours about his meltdown or the other thing he had yet to let himself dwindle over. He was caught between appreciation and the feeling that he wasn’t worth a second thought to her.

“so where will my crew and I be sleeping” her voice was light but there was a slight edge.

“The room next to mine.” He grit his teeth in preparation for the comment that was sure to follow that statement. “now you’re going to say something crude”

at the same time gwyneth said with a wink, “want to keep me close, captain? all you have to do is ask?”

The slight shock on her face elicited pure joy from azriel. While hidden, a practiced eye saw the way her mouth slightly parted and her eyes flare. It was his turn to smirk as he responded, “Your majesty is becoming quite predictable.”

gwyn smiled her psychotic smile and stepped closer to him. too close. “wouldn’t want that,” she whispered into his hear as if she was telling him a secret. Her voice wrapped it’s claws around his throat and squeezed, pulling him to her.

Azriel coughed “You’re all going to have to share a room.”

“it’s quite alright, my crew and I have shared beds before.” There was a suggestive glint in her eyes. and blood rushed to his face faster than this girl could threaten and flirt in the same breath.

“I don’t believe I said anything about sharing beds.”

“Oh I know, but sometimes, shadowsinger, we must learn the difference between necessity and pleasure.” Azriel’s pupils dilated and his skin felt tight and hot.

Gwyn leaned in once again and teased, whispering, “Predictability is worth seeing you blush like a school girl.” She threw her fiery hair over her shoulder and walked away leaving him gaping like an idiot.

cassian and rhys walked out from his room and rhys said with a chuckle “she’s something alright.”

cassian looked at him with mock sincerity “promise me I’ll be the bridesmaid at your wedding”

“and will it be a double with you and that second of hers?”

He held his hands to his chest and tilted his head, “only in my dreams”

Rhys swung his arm around him laughing, “You’re pathetic.”

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5 days passed and every one of them was torturous. His crew at their wits end with hers. Apparently the two blondes were causing quite a bit of trouble. It had seemed one had wiped the floor with his entire crew when it came to the cards while the other was a bit of a thief, a petty thief.

His sharpshooter had made the mistake of whistling at Emerie, she tossed him into the ocean without so much as batting an eye. Thankfully they got him out in time and rest assured there were no more comments or touching.

He hadn’t seen Berdara much as she had been holed up in her room barely leaving beyond the occasional meal. Though every time she did grace his presence, she was sure to leave him flustered beyond relief. What about this girl make him loose all of his composure, he wasn’t sure. But avoidance was a useful tool.

Don’t think about it, don’t care azriel thought as he watched Cassian and Rhys spar on the deck of his ship. HIs two best fighters, facing off until suddenly rhys was knocked to the ground from behind. The culprit, the silver majesties second, Nesta.

There was a determined look in her eyes, cold ambition.

Cassian laughed, unfazed.

“my turn.” her voice was one of mock innocence, venom drenched in sugar.

“don’t be so eager sweatheart.”

“Eager to knock your arrogant ass down a few pegs”

“Ooh she’s feisty.” And with that Nesta attacked. She wasn’t graceful but she fought as if her life depended on it, a sure sign that at one point or another it did. She swerved and jabbed with a desperate urgency, one you could only learn on the streets. Cassian dodged and deflected, though he was working much harder than usual. It seemed he also had something to prove.

Azriel turned, knowing this fight would not be over any time soon, to find Berdara walking right towards him. “Nesta will not loose this fight.”

“funny, neither will cassian.”

Gwyneth gave him a serious look. “She does not loose, she never has and she never will.”

“hmm. It’s never too late to try new things.”

gwyn rolled her eyes before a glint appeared in them. “care for a rematch?”

“fists or swords?”

“Let’s spice it up, swords.”

“double or single?”

“A sword and a dagger.”

“Surrender or mercy.”

“Seeing you kneel to me will be sweet.” she paused. “Surrender.”

“You’re on.”

“Pirates oath?”

“A gentleman always plays fair.” She unsheathed her sword and dagger holding one in each hand and smirked. “too bad I am no mere man.” she lunged but azriel had been expecting that and side stepped pulling out his own sword and dagger.

Where nesta had been brute force and aggression, Gwyneth was all grace and speed. She fought with the efficiency of someone who trained with the queens guard themselves. It was like fighting a tornado, she was fast like lightning and when she struck she struck hard. Every move was beautiful and deadly, just like her.

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“We dock in 15 minutes.” Azriel called out to his crew.

“What no, we need to keep going.” Gwyn replied.

“What we need is to restock supplies so we don’t starve to death before we’re richer than the queen herself.”

she gave him a confused look, as if he was speaking a different language.

“We’ve been sailing non-stop for almost 2 weeks and we are out of supplies.”

gwyn mumbled something that sounded like “pathetic.”

As soon as Azriel dropped the anchor his entire crew rushed off the shadowsinger, desperate to be away from the insane women. With of course the exception of Cassian for he was leaning against the rails of the ship bothering Nesta while she was pointedly ignoring him.

“Hey, enough with the heart eyes we’ve got shit to do.” Azriel barked at Cassian who then frowned and sulked off the ship while nesta stared at him with her cold, blank expression. “You too sunshine. Let’s get moving.”

“Order me to do something again and I will cut off your limbs one by one and feed you them for breakfast.”

“I’m counting down the hours.” Azriel narrowly missed the dagger she threw at his head.

“Don’t call me sunshine.” and nesta walked off the ship, katanas at her hips glinting in the cold sun of the winter court. She looked right in her element.

Before he called these women insane but that was far too gentle of a statement, the females that had found their way onto Berdara’s ship were absolutely, completely batshit crazy.

Az was sure everyone was off his ship, everyone was accounted for and yet something was nagging at him.

A flash of red caught his eye and he turned to see the captain of the silver majesty sitting on the railing, one misstep and she would fall. Though there was no doubt in his mind that she would survive the deadly drop. This women seem to defy all odds, why not death? Her smile was wild and just a little bit mad as the wind swept and curled through her hair pushing it back from her face. As if it wanted nothing more than to be flowing through her her fiery locks that mirrored her spirit. Gwyn closed her eyes, feeling the breeze, the sun lighting up the freckles that spread across her cheeks. She was

“Are you done gawking?” she said without even opening her eyes.

horrible, she was absolutely unquestionably horrible. “If I may, what are you doing majesty?”

She turned toward him, in the sun the blue of her iris’s had a twinge of green as if she was born for the sea. “I am simply reminding myself why I left.” Her eyes gazed hungrily over the vast sea as though she saw a challenge, one she had to conquer. “who could resist all this?”

It was unlike her to offer such a raw statement with no ulterior motive and while it was entirely possible she did have one, Azriel believed her. Azriel believed her because he shared the exact feeling. The longing for freedom, the found solstice in constant change and motion, and the occasional guilt for leaving that ultimately fades because it will never not be worth it.

“I pity them.”

“Fools.”

“Utterly.” She offered no more as she hopped down from the railing.

They walked in comfortable silence as they both took in the beauty of the winter court. It was all ice and snow with a slight aura of loneliness.

Together the two captains arrived at the inn. It was cozy and warm and was placed separately from the rest of the town. His eyes shifted and he saw what had to have been the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. It was a bar. Thank fucking goodness. Azriel knew without a doubt that they all desperately needed some liquor.

In the bar he immediately found both their combined crew. A crowd of men and women had surrounded Rhys, hanging on every word he said while he soaked it up flirting to his hearts content. Azriel was going to have to give him a limit on the number of people he could fuck at once, this was getting ridiculous. Next he found Cassian, Tarquin and Viviane doing shots at the bar. But he noticed every time his glance shifted to a certain girl in the corner of the room. Nesta was in a booth with Emerie sipping whiskey, talking in low voices. Cressedia and Drakon were in a heated drinking game and-

Azriel knocked into a body he immediately recognized as Lucien and he held out his hand at once glaring.

“Hey captain.” He said cheerfully.

“empty now.”

The kid dumped a pile of jewels, wallets, and id’s in his hand.

Azriel smirked approvingly “get me a ruby, an Id of a man who could pass for the high lord of the winter court, and 500 more dollars.” Lucien nodded greedily and ran along. It had been a game between the two of them for Azriel to give him outlandish challenges to sharpen his skill as a thief.

But before Lucien could leave the bar every lamp extinguished and the bar turned quiet.

Strangers gasped and knives were drawn.

Moments later the lights reappeared and once his eyes readjusted he saw a women holding two daggers to the throats of Tarquin and Viviane. They struggled against her. But she just laughed and scolded. “No no no. shhhh” Before she looked up again.

“We need to have a chat.” every word was clipped and short. “Put your weapons away and these two might get to live to see another day.” It was an order, and a threat. Azriel didn’t take kindly to threats.

Gwyn looked to the 3 remaining who followed her and nodded at them to listen. He nodded to his own crew.

Nesta sneered but dropped her katanas to the ground. She opened her mouth to speak but Rhys beat her to it, pushing away the women he was flirting with as he drawled to the women in front of them.

“It’s been a long time Feyre, darling.”

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#gwynriel #gwynriel pirate au #feysand #nessian #emerie #gwyn berdara #azriel #nesta archeron #cassian #feyre archeron #rhysand #I finally gave it a name #if you find me on the edge we’ll jump together #and btw that’s supposed to be like villain lunatics in love and not suicide #just wanted to make that clear #I love this chapter tho #even if shes a little lengthy

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talesofsonicasura · 2 years

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Chaotic thought. Instead of being warped into the MCU, Eddie and Venom just have a bunch of kids dumped on them from different universes. Kids in question?

Ushio Aotsuki and his Azafuse partner Tora

Jolyne Cujoh, Giorno Giovanna, and Josuke Higashikata (Stands are visible to those not from JJBAverse)

Jak and Daxter, after the breaking Jak out of prison in Jak 2

Rin Okumura

Edward and Alphonse Elric, before Ed becomes a State Alchemist

Spyro, the dark Spyro games like Eternal Night

Rayman, from the trilogy and post Hoodlum Havoc

So not only are they stuck with a bunch of teens from different worlds while on the lamb but a lot of language barriers as well. Miscommunication, transformation mishaps, superpower craziness, utter confusion, bad guy thrashing, breakdowns, fluff, hurt/comfort, protectiveness, chaotic shenanigans, world building and found family for:

A tired human disaster journalist, his symbiote dork of a partner, a middle schooler that hunts demons and has poor drawing skills plus the tiger demon that swears to eat him but is just a giant tsundere, three teenagers with spirits and bizarre fashion, a recently traumatized elven teen looking for vengeance with his wisecracking ottsel partner that just broke him out of jail, the Son of Satan who just watched his foster father die because his blood related dad tried to drag him to hell, two kids with the oldest having his arm and leg replaced with robot limbs while the youngest soul is stuck inside a suit of armor, a young dragon whose life starts to become hell before being ripped from his universe, and a cocky, smartass Thingamajig that sometimes punch first and ask question later.

They end up becoming family, a dysfunctional family, that gives the middle finger to canonicity of the universes. i.e: Jak 2 and 3, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Eyes of Heaven, Fullmetal Alchemist, Blue Exorcist, dark Spyro games, and Ushio To Tora/Ushio and Tora. Rayman trilogy ended after Hoodlum Havoc since Origins and Legends are a reboot.

(Will add edits if someone tries to write this or I write it. This idea is free real estate for everyone.)

Edit 1: Shenanigans that are likely to happen

'What the hell are you?' or 'What the fuck?' thrown about for 30 minutes.

Weird pose contest that Tora, Edward and Eddie are reluctantly dragged into.

Venom wanting to bite off the heads of all the people that caused some sort of trouble to their otherworldly wards.

Lot of language barrier misunderstandings from words to actions.

Venom Hot Potato, or, something makes Venom go stir crazy and unwilling body swaps with group at random until a solution is found.

Campfire story telling and a beach day!

Thingamajig, purple dragon, ottsel and 12 year old blonde accidentally overthrow a drug cartel.

Ranking fangs and claws!

How To Train Your Dark Eco Elf Son with Venom

Edward exploits cat-like traits of feline group members with a laser pointer, even gets those who aren't related to a feline in shape or form.

Eddie wonders how a suit of armor can be cute and adorable. Venom feels offended

Pickpocketing and a lot of cat theft, Eddie ends up having a two tailed shapeshifting demon cat for a pet

Self Care for those with wings, horns, fur, scales, tails and helicopter hair.

Outfit swap that ends with trolling tired journalist.

Edit 2: More shenanigans likely to happen

Eddie and Venom learn not to say anything offensive about Josuke's pompadour, Ushio's drawing skills, or Edward's height via someone else facing the consequences.

Jak can't stand laying on his back when asleep. Rin, Rayman, Eddie and Venom decide to help.

Tora and Venom runs off with a Florida man's barbecue. Spyro somehow ends up in a lake because of it.

Tired journalist realizes getting captured or being put in jail is unfortunately common in the group.

Jolyne, Giorno and Rayman start a prank war. Small town becomes re-enactment of Stay Puft Marshmallowman's defeat.

Venom playing matchmaker. Doesn't goes as well as expected.

Eddie keeps finding out that missing, absent or bad dads is becoming a trend.

Heard of body swap? Get ready for species swap. Or Edward hates magic even more.

Ushio accidentally turns into a beast! Spyro and Daxter try to help with random success.

Rayman, Jak and Alphonse get lost then accidentally create a new urban legend.

Anne and Dan find out that Eddie Brock absolutely sucks at staying under the radar.

Weird biology in a nutshell. Edward nerds out.

Eddie thinks that all of his kids need therapy. Venom thinks they just need a shit ton of hugs... and a pile of heads of those who hurt them.

Symbiote and journalist accidentally get called dad by Giorno. More dad calls are quick to follow alongside dad jokes.

Venom nesting and Eddie's completely worried about another Carnage situation. Group of 14 might become 15.

Edit 3: Group Roles and shenanigans with Sleeper

Eddie Brock: Chooses where they go, handle Venom/Sleeper's needs, makes group decisions and try to be a father figure.

Venom: Protects the group especially Eddie, keep Eddie focused, hunts for food in wilderness, try to be a father figure.

Ushio Aotsuki: Keep Tora and the non-human members of the group from being seen and out of trouble, helps forage for food

Tora: Hunts for food whenever in wilderness, helps train Rin, Spyro, Rayman and Jak with their powers and use their animalistic instincts.

Josuke Higashikata: Treats injuries alongside Giorno, make sure everyone is in good health and has decent hygiene.

Giorno Giovanna: Tends to injuries alongside Josuke but also tend to any sickness, identity edible plants or mushrooms while foraging, handles finances.

Jolyne Kujoh: Fixes up clothing, helps Ushio look over the group, find safe places to rest.

Jak and Daxter: Keep track of essentials and tools, helps Edward with repairs and his automail, Daxter serves as lookout.

Rin Okumura: Cooks for the group, handles food, optionally teaches Venom to properly cook

Edward and Alphonse Elric: Repairs mechanical devices, handles map and electronic, creates shelter in emergencies.

Spyro: Manage the campfire, aerial lookout with Rayman, procures stuff to sell for extra cash

Rayman: Aerial lookout with Rayman, procures materials for Giorno, Edward and Alphonse need to transmute, keeps the group's moral up.

Sleeper: Be baby.

Shenanigans with Sleeper!

Group quickly falls in love with the new baby Symbiote. Not even Tora could resist the cuteness.

Edward updates his book to keep track of Sleeper's growth. Learns that the little goo ball liked sleeping in people's hair.

Rayman's first babysitting job. Becomes a disaster and it's not because of the baby.

Jak gets horribly sick and Sleeper bonds with him! Chemokinesis induced Dark Eco has strange effects.

Ushio tries to draw Sleeper. Baby symbiote ends up drawing him.

Tora's spinoff adventure! Tora and the Baby Symbiote.

Rin makes lasagna. Little slimeball gets addicted to the pasta.

Dark Daxter! Or Symbiote bonding to ottsel goes awry!

Alphonse and Sleeper are separated from the group. Baby learns a new trick.

Return to San Francisco. Giorno, Jolyne and Josuke steals a house with small slimeball as accomplice.

Group sleep pile. Venom and Eddie look over their new life.

Spyro visits Ms Chen with Sleeper. Gets spoiled after chasing off robbers.

Dan and Anne find Eddie alongside meeting his ragtag group of kids. Everyone likes Dan while Anne is just happy her ex fiancee found his own family.

San Francisco is about to get really chaotic once it's safe for Eddie to return.

That's all I have to say. Ciao with this thought stuck in your head!

#crossover #idea #fullmetal alchemist #rayman #venom #venom movies #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #blue exorcist #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #spyro the dragon #ushio to tora #ushio and tora #jak and daxter #venom let there be carnage #now with #sleeper symbiote

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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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Silver Serpent

Naga!Chronostasis/ Hari Kurono x F!Reader

Warnings: Double penetration, Monster fucking, dub con, biting, death, aphrodisiac, breeding,

A/N: You guys have no idea how much i look forward to writing for Chronostasis, man doesn’t get enough love <3

@zuffer-weird-girl @hello-lucky-luka @babayaga67

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The hissing sounds that the creature made seemed to be whispering all around you. You knew he knew where you were but he was just trying to scare you for his own sick gain. But boy was it fucking working. You would zip your head back and forth, back and forth trying to get any sort of glimpse of the silver scaled creature. It shouldn’t be that difficult to stop him considering the way his scales glistened when the moonlight hit it.

Chrono was a favorite among the monsters since everyone complimented him on how beautiful his scales where. They looked like diamonds whenever a light hit them. Which eventually lead to the scientist taking off some of his scales to sell.

When you figured that out you were furious! If they thought he was so beautiful when in the ever loving hell would they take off his scales. You screamed at the head scientist before going to Chrono’s cage with a hot wet rag and a bucket of water along with other things.

You had sedated him in case he charged at you when you were fixing up his scales. Once you stepped inside the room you were filled with the sound of hissing. Not that you could blame the poor thing. Getting his scales tipped off by humans must be painful.

“Hey hey hey, shush its okay. I’m just here to fix your tail and try to help it heal. Can i show you please?” You showed him your supplies before slowly going towards his tail. You trace your hand down his tail before feeling around, finding all of his missing scales.

“Your such a beautiful creature Chrono, can’t believe they’re hurting you like this.” You place the hot rag on his wound while slowly caressing it. You cleaned out the dirt that was hidden under his scales. You looked up at him and you saw him staring right back at you.

Before you knew it his tail was even shinier than before. You went to ask him if he was happy when you feel yourself getting wrapped by his tail. You gasp out before he whipped you over to him bring you face to face. He stuck his tongue out at you before biting into your neck with his fangs. You figured that he was pumping you full of venom but you soon realized that it was a different sort of venom after you felt your body get hot.

He dropped you and and watched you walk away quickly covering your face in embarrassment as you skin felt hot. You walked out quickly and completely forgetting to lock his caged door.

Chrono slithered out of his cage and into the hallways, cutting any scientist that were in his way to follow you. He left a trail of dead bodies with cuts that littered their bodies. He stuck his tongue out and smelled you walking out the facility. He unlocked the other monsters cages telling them to quickly leave with their mates while he was going to finally burn this place to the ground. They all gave a confirmed nod grabbing their mates and children and ran away from the facility.

Chrono slithered faster down the hallways before going into the gas pressure room. He unlocked the door with the claws that adorned his fingers and pushed it open. He quickly grabbed the wheel and twisted it all the way before slithering all the way towards the door.

He had managed to far enough away to see and hear the facility blow up. Fire covering the walls as it was crumbling to pieces the longer he stared at it. He let out a proud hiss before going on his way to find you.

This lead to where you were now hiding behind a tree while your whole body shook with painful pleasure. You were rubbing your thighs together trying to get some friction to your throbbing clit. Your shirt and pants were off because of your body being to hot to have them on. Your panties getting wet from all the slick that was growing down there.

You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to submit and beg for him to fuck you. He wanted to see you crumble under his touch. But a monster could only hold out for so long before it goes completely feral. But thankfully for him, your will was weaker.

“F-fine! I can’t take it anymore! Please Please!” You call out to him, begging him to just get on with it. You soon hear a rustle of leaves before getting lifted up into the air. You opened you lidded eyes and saw the beautiful serpent that held you captive.

“Thank you~” He hissed in a seductive tone. Your eyes widened. None of the other monsters really talked so hearing him talk was a surprise. You couldn’t help but look into his eyes as they seem to be hypnotizing. You felt a clawed hand grab your face before you felt his lips pressed against you neck, giving it little nibbles. You shiver at the contact as your legs were pushed apart a bit by the end of his tail. Your hands ran up his chest and into his hair making him shiver a bit.

His tail soon started to rub against your clit on the outside of your panties. You moan a bit and whimper into his ear. His nibbles got more rougher the more you whimper and moan from him rubbing his tail against you. You let out a loud moan when you felt him slowly pushing the tip of his tail in.

“Sounds like you like that.” You shiver as he whispers in your ear. He chuckles as he sees you clutch onto his hair and press your body further into his.

His tail slowly starts to push itself in and out, in and out at a slow pace making you feel every scale that went into you. His clawed hands ripped off your bra before taking one into his mouth. You whined while petting his head in encouragement, enjoy the stimulation your cunt and breasts were receiving. The feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple made you clench down around his tail making him let out a grunt.

Oh how he couldn’t wait to absolutely wreck you. Watch you crumble in his arms as he destroys your cunt so much that it will only know the shape of his cock. He was just waiting for the moment he would be able to bury himself in your tight cunt and watch as you take his eggs and be his little human incubator. Oh how hot you would look pregnant with his little hatchlings (thats the name for baby snakes). Oh he got so hard thinking about you being so pumped full that if he were to press a little on your tummy that some of his cum would pour out of your cunt.

His tail started to jack hammer your cunt hitting all the right spots all the while wiggling it everywhere. You let out little cries of pleasure as you try to bounce yourself harder on his tail. Water was glossing over your eyes and before you knew it you let out a scream and came all over his tail. Your body goes limp a bit before getting hot all over again. The aphrodisiac hitting harder then even before making your cry out to Chrono begging him to fill you up till you couldn’t take it anymore.

Watching you beg him to breed you was so hot for Chrono that he let his cocks coming out of his sheaths. You look down a bit before seeing both of his cocks rubbing against your cunt making him let out a groan. He moved around a bit before you felt both of your entrances be prodded at.

He pushed it in quickly making you scream and claw at his back. Leaving marks all over his back. Grabbing your hips he started to thrust into you. You felt so full that all you could do was moan. You try bucking your hips into him only for him to grab your waist and his at you.

“You want me to go faster my little mouse? Want me to pound your holes until your begging me to slow down? Want me to fill you up so full that your guaranteed to get pregnant?” He said to you that made your cunt throb at the thought of being used as a cum dump. The thoughts of him pounding into you made you wrap your legs around his scaled waist.

“Please! Please go faster! Fuck me until i can’t walk! Breed me please! I need you-AH!” You were cut short by the feeling of his hips snapping against your own. His cocks hitting all the right spots inside you. You felt so good being used like this. Having your monster fill up both of your holes mad you feel so full. Your body twitched with every pound your cunt and ass received.

The feeling of your warm walls surrounding both of his cocks made his cock twitch in excitement. He could feel your cervix with every thrust he gave your cunt. Your ass and pussy was so tight it felt like it was trying to keep him i there forever, hey he wouldn’t mind it. He wrapped his arms around your waist before biting into your shoulder and grunting.

Your fingers grip his hair harshly, tugging on it every time he hit that special spot. You cry out in the upmost pleasure with tears falling from your eyes.His fingers were digging into your ass cheeks, drawing blood as his claws sunk into your skin. Your legs twitched harshly before you let out a scream as you came all over Chrono’s cock. Drool poured out from your lips as you let your head fall onto his shoulder.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” Chrono mumbled as he picked up the pace. His cock started to throb as he felt his eggs slowly coming up from his cock. He let out a few more thrusts before fully pushing the tip of his cock in your womb and letting his eggs fill up your womb. Since he had two cocks he tried to push eggs into your ass as well.

Chrono let out a hiss as he felt his entire cock be milked by your cunt. Draining him dry as he fertilized his eggs. His seed painting your walls white and filling up your entire womb and ass. His cum came in rivers it felt like as you’ve never felt so full in your life.

He pulled out of your cunt and let his cocks go back into his sheath. Using his tail he lifted you up so your unt was close to his face. He smiled when he saw his cum drip down his legs since your holes couldn’t fit all of it. He pressed on your tummy a bit and saw a little bit coming out as well.

“Looks like your nice and stuffed my little mouse. But don’t worry, the funs not over yet since there’s another hole that i wanna stuff~”

#chronostasis #hari kurono #hari kurono x reader #kurono hari x reader #kurono hari #shie hassaikai #chronostasis x reader #monstober #monster fucking

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corruptedconfessions · 4 years

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In your drider Izuku fic (fantastic job btw), theres an offhand mention of "not making that mistake again" in reference to letting his eggs fall out... Can we get a more in depth explanation/blurb/anything of what exactly this delusional spider does? Thank you!

;)))) I was seriously hoping someone would ask tbh so thank you anon!

Also I generally headcanon that Driders don’t know english, they communicate in their own language (hisses, chirps, ect) but since this smart boy just loves you so god damn much he decides to learn your language for you! But he’s impatient as hell and kidnaps you before he has the chance to learn much.

Tw: Mild blood, more non con

You’re entire body was shaking all the way down to your bones, even your lugs felt like they were trembling from overstimulation as you desperately gasped for breath, heaving for air as best you could with your still fully paralyzed body. Faintly you could still feel the blood oozing from the puncture holes on your thigh where the beast, he had told you his name was Izuku, you refused to use it, had injected you with his venom, leaving you completely limp and helpless as he took you, pumped you full of his eggs till your stomach swelled and your body cramped at the stretch.

And then the bastard had the gall to hover around you and look so god damn pleased about it. Practically glowing and patting himself on the back as he chirped happily, cooing down praises at you in garbled English as he stroked your hair and kissed all over your face as he slowly pulled himself out of you.

Immediately eggs followed suit, sliding out of your loose passage easily, hitting the ground with soft taps as you groaned in relief, your eyes rolling back slightly as the pleasure of them rolling past your g-spot and the relief from the pressure and cramps filled you with bliss. At least until a loud, animalistic sound filled the cave, echoing off the cold walls, the sound so angry and animalistic it had your blood turning to ice as you hesitantly looked at the creature still hovering above you, knowing that he must be the source of the noise.

You shouldn’t have looked.

If you had been able to move with the venom you definitely wouldn’t be able to now, your entire body froze in fear as you looked up, only to be met with a face contorted in pure rage. The soft warm Izuku that had laughed and playfully batted your limbs away as you fought and screamed at him was gone, instead replaced with this...monster. Glowing slitted red eyes stared down at you as his face curled into an inhuman snarl, sharp fangs jutting out grotesquely as drool dripped from them.

You wanted so desperately to shrink away or try to desperately run despite the monster already being ontop of you, pinning you down, claws sinking into your arms as he ignored your pained squeals as blood dribbled down your arms from the cuts, if anything your cries made him sink his claws deeper into your skin, easily shredding through you like paper.

He growled even more, making a barrage of clicks and noises you couldn’t even begin to understand, not while you were distracted by the piercing white hot pain that shot through your arms. Eventually the claws brutally ripped themselves out from where they had sunk into your skin, seeming to become even more angered when you screamed out in pain. Instead of sinking back into you his claws seemed to move to run through and grab at his hair in frustration, seeming to be struggling, his tongue seeming to move behind his fangs, as if he was trying to form words.

Finally he turned back to you, ignoring how you managed to flinch subtlety, the venom wearing off enough you turned your head away from him, squeezing your eyes shut. Not that it did you much good since the drider quickly grabbed your face between two fingers, pulling it much to roughly back to look at him.

“No! Bad!”

You couldn’t help the tears that overflowed streaming down your cheeks freely. You’re body shook with the strain of your sobs as you whimpered up at him desperately, just wanting to go home, just wanting the pain to stop.

“So..rry”

You’re tongue still felt heavy, your mouth still numb enough it was near impossible to talk but you managed to whimper out the single word, desperately hoping it would be enough to save you from the wrath that was aimed down at you right now.

If only you were so lucky.

Cold red eyes, you never thought you would miss the green so much, stared down at you, reading you, calculating, as if trying to decide what to do with you. You couldn’t decide if it would be a mercy if he killed you or not.

After a few moments he seemed to come to a decision, one of his arms hooking itself under one of your legs, pushing it up and spreading you wide for him again. Immediately you jerked in his hold, panic filling you as you started crying harder, head hurting as you shook with the strength of your sobs.

“No!”

The word had barely managed to slip from your lips before a clawed hand was shoving your face down, claws curling around your head, not piercing your skin...yet. The threat was clear enough you muffled your sobs, squeezing your eyes shut as you bit your lip, trying to tune out everything.

If only. The drider had made his mind up, and he was going to show you just how nice he had been for the two of yous first mating, how gentle he was and how he had planned on holding himself back to one or two rounds for the sake of your fragile human body...until you decided to ruin everything.

The next several hours would be filled with egg after egg, stuffing you fuller than you had been at the beginning, Izuku, who had been sweet and loving at first despite your anger and curses hurled had him, now shoved you down roughly and took you like the animal he was. He wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied, until he was sure you were fully bred and aware of where your place was...right there below him.

Heaven forbid you let even a single egg slip again, the whole process will start over again. It doesn’t matter if you cry, or beg, or even pass out, it wont stop until your “mate” decides it’s time.

#yandere #fantasyau #drider #izuku x reader #deku x reader #reader insert

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grabthemhorns-old · 4 years

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Obey Me! fic - Mammon/MC - NSFW

Do Something

Teasing Light femdom Quickie

You laugh, Satan’s hand drawing down your back, touching where he knows his pact seal sits, in his scribe. You’re both late, far too late for breakfast with all that’s left is cereal.

Satan takes the seat next to you. You sit opposite Mammon, the only one left, who cannot stop watching you; every motion imprinted as you get your breakfast, as you pour some juice, as you laugh at something Satan said about last night.

“What episode did we leave it at? It’s all blurred into one,” you say a little too close to Satan, catching Mammon’s eye as he continues to stare, unashamed, his phone forgotten in his hands.

“Eighteen, I think,” says Satan, ignoring his elder brother, outright. “Tea?”

“Please,” you say, looking at Mammon, his leg bouncing uncontrollably under the table.

“What you two laughing about, huh?” There’s a venom to his words; words that have lost their fire. But it’s only simmering, waiting for you to kindle.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Satan smiles, and sips his tea. After the sip, he leans in to whisper, brushing a lock of your hair aside so it doesn’t catch his lips. It’s inane. Nothing. But still, you laugh, licking your lips as you feel Mammon all over you.

“Is that the sugar?” You know it is. It’s beside Mammon’s arm. Too close for you to reach, but easy enough for him to pass.

He refuses. Clicking painted nails on the back of his D.D.D. as you await his answer. “You got legs ain’t ya?”

You do. You stand, achingly slow, knowing how much he won’t be able to resist, you. The walk to his side is slow, and your hand trails along the table top, catching plate, cutlery, lightly - lightly. You brush past his back, punctuated with a sigh. It touches his hair. He’s so still. As you walk around, around, his familiar scent filling the air as you bend against his side to pick up the dish of sugar, your skirt riding up, up, so close to his arm you can feel his warmth.

His phone screen is off, blank. Here’s staring at nothing, for all he can see is you.

Feather light, fingers glance his shoulder, catching his RAD badge, as a small “Thank you” touches your lips. It’s barely enough for him. And it’s not even needed. But you can’t stop.

“I didn’t do nothin’.”

You pause, stopping by his ear. Close, so close, the rhythm of his heart touches your own. “Shame.”

Mammon looks up, and you’re both alone. Satan, gone, the span of the dining room, shrunk to just two. He stands, suddenly, the chair nearly falling to the floor, you stumble. Mammon is taller than you, and breaks the gap with a step.

But you tower over him, as you look up.

“What the hell was that?” he says, as if an answer is his right. Maybe it is.

“You’ll have to be more specific.” You twist the spoon in the sugar, lifting it up, letting the grains fall lightly.

A snarl, blue eyes churning to a storm as he clutches his phone so tightly, you’re sure it might crack. “All of it.”

You stare at the teaspoon of sugar, and lick, grains of sugar sweetening your tongue as you let him wait. “I usually call it breakfast.”

Mammon flinches, his eyes following the curl of your tongue. He forgets to breathe. “C-cut the shit.” You smile. There’s fangs there now, claws too. “Y-you and Satan?” Despite his fury, he stumbles, the scenario sickly on his lips.

“Friends,” you say. Simply. It worked.

“Oh. R-right. It just - just didn’t look-”

You drop the bowl of sugar on the table, grains scattering, endlessly. “If you want me, do something.” Turning, you begin to leave.

A step, two, the walk is agony. Your hand slips, slides over the top of the chairs, catching the carved decor. Each click of your nail, is so loud; each step, is thunder; each thrum of your heart, deafening. You think you’ve lost by the time you reach the last chair, your last step heavy -

-but he catches your hand, spinning you around so hard you collide, body to chest, back to table, his hips pinning you in place. He’s already rock hard, and grinds once against you, but no more. Fingers, a tremble of fervour, wash across your cheeks.

Even though he looks down at you, it feels as if he’s on his knees.

For he waits; he waits, as if for consent-

-or command.

And for a while, you just let him wait. You hold his blue eyes, still the roar of a storm. You listen to the way he breathes, surprisingly even, as if this is where his body is meant to be. There’s a blush beneath his skin, as you expected. You draw a thumb across a cheek; a validation.

It drops to his lips, parting them for a second, and you spy his fangs, elongated, their point ready to play.

He moans, but doesn’t speak. You haven’t let him, yet.

“Make me feel with your body,” you whisper against his lips. Not close enough to touch, but close enough to feel him whine. “What you make me feel with your eyes.” You pause. “Quickly.”

One last look, one last smile from you, and he submits.

Unleashed.

And for the first time, you kiss. Hungry, messy, the drag of his fangs catching your lips as you seek more, and more. He tastes warm. The remnants of spiced tea lingering on lips that were moments ago, so bitter.

You’re grateful at your choice of a skirt today. And as he spreads your legs with a knee, you can feel his leg shake.

Pulling him closer by the tie, you kiss the shell of his ear. “I want you, Mammon.” There’s a reassurance there you know he needs. And it works.

You hear him smirk, just as his belt buckle clicks open beneath your hand, the strain against his trousers unbearable, to you, to him.

“You don’t gotta tell me somethin’ so obvious,” he says, his faux confidence twinkling in his words. And you love it.

A single finger pulls on your soaked underwear, so careful of his claw, and he groans, drawing that finger, up, and down, the smooth knuckle brushing the edge of your clit before he just, pulls away.

You move with his touch, begging in a way you never intended. But this is your Mammon.

You’re just about to beg him to put it back when you’re on the edge of the table, when you’re hoisted around his waist, when his cock meets the outside of your wet panties, pressing, begging, tip to clit.

A cry, loud, needy, slips past your lips. But it’s quickly caught in his, smothered away to a moan you share, the sugar coating his kiss.

Before you know, he’s ripped your panties in two with a claw and you can feel his hand tremble. He doesn’t stop kissing you, devouring every last inch of you until you can barely breathe. You pull on his tie, tightening.

“I thought you wanted this,” he says, but with a sparkle, a fang denting the edge of his lip.

You pull his tie again. So hard he stumbles, the tip of his cock dragging against your clit. His face is a breath apart from yours, tilted, back. Gazing up at his goddess, a silent prayer thankful that he’s allowed to rise from his knees. So you praise him. A drag of kisses biting his jawline, until you whisper against his cheek, “I need it.”

Then he pulls back, and thrusts. So hard you can feel the thrum of his power, a power he cares nothing if it means that he has you. You.

You, wrapped in an arm, fingers twisting through your hair as he holds you close. Claws, dimple deep into your thigh as he keeps you steady with each thrust, shifting you across the table a little each time. It catches your breath, the power, the hunger, and hearing him growl when you’re too far away, only to drag you back, with a rough hand, your bodies colliding, colliding into a kiss, marred with moans and whispers - whispers of your name. A chant. An affirmation that it’s you, you, you-

-his.

You’re so wet. Your thighs slick every time he moves, feeling his cock brush against them with every thrust. You almost bite off your lip holding back your cries. A part of you wants to drop to your knees and wrap your noisy lips around his cock, thick, slicked wet, hard for only you. But you’re insatiable. The way he moves, he pleases you, he begs for your approval with every inch of his body.

And he has it.

You cry his name, a beg, as he hits your spot again, your body shivering. Desperately, you try to pull it back. This is the dining room, after all.

Heels dig into his ass, round and firm. You press hard, securing your legs higher. The angle shifts and you see white. You’re nearly there.

But he pulls you back. With a bite.

Fangs find your neck, followed by a rumble of a growl, right against your throat. He doesn’t draw blood. He knows he’s not yet allowed, but it’s hard enough that you can feel the tremble of his body right through to yours as he thrusts again, and again, huffing against your skin, a whimper, a moan, a spell of your name.

You notice your pact seal with him starts to glow as he gets faster, as his eyes close, as his fingers grip your hair, like a vice.

Then he climaxes, so suddenly, his whole body shaking as he fills you up with his hot, sticky seed, his eyes wide and bright blue as the eye of the storm.

You hold him, forehead to forehead, breaths and bodies as one.

Claws retracted, he rubs a thumb across your clit, again, again, sticky with his cum. And he thrusts. Gently. The sensitivity making him shudder. But his absolute desire to please, making you climax, there, then.

His name cracks against your throat, raw, marked by his kiss. And for a second, you, are his servant.

“Mammon,” fingers drag through white hair, kisses find anywhere, anything. He looks at you, side eyed, his half cocked smile exactly what you wanted to see. “Mammon,” you say again, unintended.

“The Great Mammon,” he corrects.

You both, just laugh as he gently lifts you off the table, setting you down as if you might break.

“I, uh, s-sorry about your underwear,” he says, looking down, a blush cresting his cheeks.

Your legs shake, and you can barely stand, nor hear from the ringing in your ears. But you don’t let him know that as you hold him still by his tie, and kiss. “Buy me a new pair.” You pause. “And I’ll model them for you.

His cock is still out, pressed between damp thighs, messing the underside of your skirt. You press your body, watching him writhe. “We’re late for class.”

You turn and leave, pulling on his leash.

#obey me #obey me masters #obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me fic #obey me!#mammon/mc #obey me self insert #obey me fanfic #shall we date obey me

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theheartsmistakes · 3 years

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The Last Night Part XXX

Even as the day began to break along the western horizon, the sky remained dark with purple and gray clouds that seemed to swirl and spiral above them. Flashes of light flickered in the tendrils and if Cordelia watched closely enough, she thought she saw images, or rather, shapes crawling over the crevices. Perhaps it was only a trick of the light, but something intrinsic, wholly a part of her, rallied for the fight ahead.

When she imagined Belial emerging from his realm, she always supposed that it would be from underneath the ground. He’d crawl up from the sewers like a rat in the night. But as the storm continued to turn and the thunder rumbled over their head, she realized that he’d used the sky as a portal every time before. He always did prefer an entrance.

She kept a firm hold around Alastair’s waist as they raced through the cobblestone streets. Cortana hit her back with each rock of the horse’s powerful legs, but she did not mind it. The sensation acted as a reminder of all the ways she planned on burying her sword to the hilt of Belial’s body. This time she would end him for good.

A flash of lightning hit a lamp post to their left, prompting the young horse to rear and bolt to the right. Cordelia lost her hold on Alastair and slid gracelessly off. She rolled once, twice, but then pushed herself to her feet. Her runes left her with nothing but a dull ache that throbbed in her elbow. It was sure to bruise later, but she hardly noticed as she secured a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

She could hear her name called behind her, but her focus centered on the massive hole opening up in the sky, just over the bridge. Sleet began to rain down, pelting her in the forehead, shoulder, and when she caught one in her hand she found that it was black as coal.

From the centre she could see a figure floating down towards the earth.

“Cordelia!” Alastair came beside her. “It's not safe out in the open! We need to find cover!”

Cordelia stepped out of her brother’s grasp. “I want him to see me.”

Alastair shouted something again, but she stalked forward against the powerful wind that was a mixture of hot and cold air against her exposed skin.

Carriages and single ridden horses started to arrive behind her. She could see across the bridge where more Shadowhunters had gathered. A flash of red hair had her clenching her jaw as Charles raised a loaded crossbow on his shoulder and aimed it at the sky.

A car backfired behind her, drawing her attention away for a moment as Matthew, Anna, Christopher, and Thomas emerged from the Algernon in a flash of black and silver gear and weapons. Her heart thundered loud in her throat as a black horse skid to a stop beside the car and James dropped down releasing the reins so the horse could bolt away.

He gave her a nod, a silent reassurance of his support, before he turned to talk to the others.

“What's the plan?” Alastair called over the sound of the wind.

Before she could respond a demon with the body and head of a snake, and wings that could bridge the Thames flew from the hole in the sky, followed by six others. Flashes of lightning danced around them hitting the ground and billowing smoke into the air.

Cordelia didn’t shutter. She planted her feet on the ground and drew Cortana from its hilt and held it in both hands in front of her. The blade so thin it barely created a line in her vision as a Drothki Demon flew straight towards her. Open mouth with teeth dripping venom as it screamed in its descent.

It landed on its belly a few feet away from Cordelia before coiling backward as a cobra would before it strikes and let out an ear rupturing scream.

Cordelia raised Cortana. “Where is your master?”

“Coming,” it hissed, in an ancient, cruel voice that was both female and male. “We have come to prepare a path for master. It can begin with you.”

Cordelia leveled her shoulders and tightened her grip around the golden hilt of her blade.

More demons flooded from the sky and up from the grey waters of the Thames. Demons she recognized and some that she didn’t; from every circle of hell, began to crawl or slide their way towards them.

The Drothki demon reared back, opened its massive jaws, and arched forward her like an oversized Jack-in-the-box towards where Cordelia was standing. She waiting until it was almost above her before arching her blade and tucking into a summersault away. She felt the warm, burn of ichor as it dripped onto her gloved hands, but luckily it couldn’t reach her skin.

She spun around on her feet and saw the slash at the right corner of the demon’s mouth. It shook its head irritably and hissed as it tried to find her again, but she’d started running and before it could strike a second time, she drove Cortana into the anchor of its right-wing and with a great effort, she pulled up and managed to sever the wing completely.

The beast roared and tried to reach her as she ran along the length of its body and slid off the base of its tail.

The weight of its left wing forced it to lean to the left as dark ichor seeped from its wounds. A moment later, it vanished in a puff of black smoke. Alastair had driven his glowing seraph blade into the beast’s core. His hair had fallen in his face and there was ichor slashed across his cheekbones. With his teeth clenched, he ordered her to go.

She spun around, her braid nearly whipping her in the face, and she launched herself towards the bridge; towards the opening where Belial as Lucie was still making his descent. She had to be there before Charles could take his shot-- before he could kill her. Before Cordelia even had a chance to save her friend.

A translucent spider-like demon the size of a small automobile jumped into her path and reached for her with two giant front pincers. Cordelia dodged the right one, but the left one managed to clip her on the shoulder as she moved away. The razor edges sliced through the fabric of her shirt and bit into her skin. With a yell, she stumbled backward and landed on her side in the road. Clutching her shoulder, she felt the heat of her blood through her glove as it dripped down her chest and her back. The demon spun on its eight translucent legs towards her. It snapped its two fangs that dripped venom onto the ground and left sizzling marks in the stones. It raised its pincer again and struck for her, but she rolled, screaming when she landed on her shoulder for a moment and then pushed up back to her feet.

She raised her blade again, ready to remove the claws from the beast, when it suddenly reared backward, its front legs curling in towards its center the way a bug does when it dies and evaporated in a mist.

James dropped to the ground in a crouch in front of her. A long slash stood out against his pale skin along his neck and dripped blood onto his collar. Behind him, the fighting commenced between demons and her friends. Christopher and Anna were working on a Hydra demon with its middle head dead and dragging on the ground, while the other two heads attacked Christopher and Anna.

Matthew taunted a Dahak demon. The combination of lizard and alien with eight slimy octopus-like legs reached for him but he dodged and slid around it until he had a clear mark on its ginormous head. As soon as the blade slid it, it disappeared back to its home realm. He had a momentary reprieve before a Behemoth demon emerged behind him.

Thomas and Alastair battled another Drothki demon, this one a blackish-red that used its tail as a whip.

Demons, more demons than she’d ever seen in her life, started to swarm them. The other side of the bridge was no different.

James stepped towards her. “Are you all right?”

She nodded and turned to look at the hole still in the sky. “Help them!”

“What are you going to do?”

She turned around as the figure in the sky was near to the ground now; right in the centre of the bridge.

Cordelia didn’t wait to answer, she broke into a run again, ignoring the pain in her injured shoulder.

A swarm of Imp demons started towards her. She grabbed her seraph blade from her belt and whispered its name. It blazed with angelic light that had the Imp demons scattered away from her back towards the darkness.

Lucie was nearly on the ground now. Cordelia could make out the hollow features of her face that used to be full and pink, were not gray and sallow. Her mousy hair floated around her in the wind, unbound and limp. Her eyes, which used to be a stormy blue, were now black and expressionless as they scanned the scene around her.

Cordelia wanted to cry out. Any sign of her dear friend was gone behind the mask Belial had subtle slid over her. For a moment, fear crept over her and she allowed the thoughts to enter her head: what if they were too late? What if Lucie was really, truly gone? What if there was no other way?

Movement caught her eye on the opposite side of the bridge. A flash of red. Charles had just destroyed a Mantid demon and was free to aim his crossbow at Lucie.

No! She wasn’t sure if she said it aloud, but it screamed in her mind as Cordelia threw herself forward. Ignoring the Imp demons that scurried behind her as she ran with the light towards her friend.

Cordelia watched as the arrow left Charles’s crossbow and a Behemoth demon emerged from behind him wrapping its jaws around his shoulder and dragging him back as the arrow spiraled through the air towards Lucie.

If she were to blink, she would have missed it.

Lucie’s hand stretched out and caught the arrow in her barehand before it could hit its target. It evaporated into a dark mist in her fist. As Lucie turned to see where the attack had come from, it gave Cordelia the opportunity she needed. She sheathed Cortana and the seraph blade as her feet pounded soundlessly into the ground with each step she took. The sound of her breathing and the wind rushing through her ears were the only things she could hear.

I don’t have very many friends.

I’ll be your friend.

And one day we can become Parabatai! Wouldn’t that be wonderful?

It would… more than anything it would.

The collision nearly knocked the two of them to the ground as Cordelia wrapped her arms around her small friend’s neck the way they’d done when they were girls after not seeing each other for a long while. The hug was not reciprocated, although she wasn’t being shoved away either. No knife or weapon entered her body, though if it had she wasn’t sure she would be able to tell with the power that thrummed through her veins just being beside Lucie now.

“Lucie,” she called. “Please, Lucie, if you can hear me. I’m here. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Foolish—“ crackled a deep voice in her ear.

Cordelia only hugged her tighter. She felt a rumble of energy between them and with a burst of light her arms were pulled from around Lucie, and she was pushed through the air. She landed hard on her back, skidding a couple of inches along the ground before she stopped.

Lucie stalked towards her, her focus black and unforgiving.

“What did you think would happen?” It was her voice, but not. It rumbled with something dark and ancient. “She would hear you and come back? She is gone.”

“No,” Cordelia sobbed. “No, I don’t believe you!”

“It does not matter whether you believe it or not,” said Belial. “It is true. She gave herself to me willingly, allowed me to possess her, to control her.” Her eyes that were not her own slithered along with Cordelia. “Do not worry, Cordelia. I promise to make your death quick.”

He lifted Lucie's hands as lightning crackled above her.

With nowhere to dive or hide, Cordelia braced herself for the end. At least if she had to go, they would go together, the way they’d always planned since they were little girls lying in fields of wild daisies. It’s what she’d screamed at Lucie when she’d nearly fallen off the cliff and wanted Cordelia to let go, to save herself.

But she wouldn’t let go, no matter how tired her arm was or how she felt herself slip. Lucie would not go alone.

As thunder rumbled over her head, Cordelia felt the earth shake underneath her palms. The sound of a painful sob mixed with it.

Cordelia opened her eyes to see Lucie, her hands in tight fists at her sides, grimacing at the sky.

“Lucie!” Cordelia pushed herself to her feet and reached for her friend again. “Lucie, it’s me. I’m here!”

“You must go!” cried Lucie. “I can’t fight him. You have to kill me.”

“No!” Cordelia held her tighter. “No, I won’t. And I won’t allow anyone else to either. You can separate yourself. You must!”

“I can’t.” Lucie shuttered. “He’s— too strong.”

“Try!” Cordelia begged. “Try. He is the father of lies and deceit. You need only not believe him. Try. Try, Lucie, and I’ll help you.”

There was a split second of silence. Then there was a rumble, as though the particles in the air were all vibrating.

The sound struck her like a wall, and her bones vibrated. A flash of lighting zipped down the center of a building. The air shattered in a deafening explosion. The blast seemed to rip through the air sending Cordelia away from Lucie again and off of her feet. Her head struck the ground, pain caused her consciousness to waver. The dazed, drugged sensation seeping into her lucidity as she tried to push herself back to her feet again. She shook her head, blinking and trying to clear her mind. There was a sharp, painful ringing in her ears that muted all other sounds. She glanced at the building that had been destroyed before her eyes found Lucie again.

She froze with despair as Lucie trembled and fought in a losing battle.

Cordelia stumbled and faltered.

Her body is still very much human, she remembered Magnus tell them.

She dropped Cortana and tried to stand again. She couldn’t kill her friend. She wouldn’t.

But she wouldn’t die either.

She’d promised James. He was waiting for her. A lifetime of happiness, everything she’d ever wanted and waited for.

She stumbled forward again.

The sky rumbled again above her and she could feel the energy beneath her skin.

She managed to pick up speed, enough that when she hit Lucie, they collided hard enough that their bodies hit the rope railing to the bridge and they plummeted towards the water together.

Her whole body ached with cold, as though there was frost spreading from her core outwards. It sucked the air out of her lungs as she sank deeper into the water. Her grip loosened on Lucie for a moment as the freezing water took over her, but when Lucie tried to kick towards the surface, Cordelia dragged her back down again.

Underwater, Belial’s power faltered when Lucie’s did as she struggled for air.

Water continued to swallow Cordelia, filling her eyes and ears. She was surrounded by it, a blackness that opened up around her like a pit. She could see the pale light of the sky above them, receding into the distance as the weight of their garments and her weapons dragged them down. She had to fight against her instincts not to kick herself to the surface.

Hopelessly, she clung to Lucie. The light from the ever-receding sky lit the area around them, but she could see nothing but darkness. The water near the surface was a pale grey, the color of storm clouds, but everywhere else it was black as nightmares.

Her lungs began to ache.

Lucie kicked against her, but with her strengthening rune, her grip held firm.

It wouldn’t be long. She only needed to last longer than Lucie and then she could rise to the surface and breathe again. She reminded herself of such as her lungs burned and felt as if they were on the edge of exploding. She fought against every urge to take a breath.

Lucie’s muffled screams bubbled around her, silent.

Just go still, she pleaded.

It wasn’t Lucie fighting though. It was Belial, holding onto the last hope of his resurrection.

Haunting images moved around them.

Demons, she quickly realized.

They were all around her. Waving tentacles lined with suctions that each had their own row of massive teeth reached towards them. Cordelia reached for her seraph in her belt and thought its name.

The blade blazed to life in her hand, illuminating the scarlet, snake-like thing as it shot through the water towards her. She swung the blade and severed a limb that had been reaching for her leg. Black oil began to ooze around them in a dark cloud.

Just a little longer.

Lucie began to shudder in her grasp.

The lack of oxygen pounded against Cordelia's head. Her chest began to spasm and every part of her wanted to panic, to thrash, to take a breath. Her lungs felt as though they would collapse at any moment in her chest. When she felt as if she could not possibly hold her breath any longer, Lucie finally went limp and unconscious.

Now!

The cold water stirred underneath her feet as she swam up, up, up. She had to hurry for there was little time left.

At the surface, she could see the sun breaking through the clouds.

Author’s Notes:

Just a couple of things: I made up a few of these demons. There is no such thing as a Drothki demon, but it sounded cool, so I went with it.

I did not intend to end this chapter on such a cliffhanger, but I didn’t have enough time to finish it, which means there will be two more parts after this: a last chapter and an epilogue.

As always, thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave me comments letting me know what you think, hit the like button, and reblog if you feel so inclined.

Next part comes at you on Feb 15.

#The Last Night #the last hours #chain of gold fanfic #the shadowhunter chronicles #jordelia fanfiction #james and Cordelia #james x cordelia #Cordelia Carstairs #james herondale #lucie herondale #Matthew Fairchild #belial

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magioftheseas · 3 years

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Jagged Along The Edges

For @badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Broken Angel taken from here.

Rating: M

Warnings: Body horror, violence, gore, cannibalistic thoughts, but I swear to god this is supposed to be hurt/comfort/treating injuries

Notes: Idk why I wrote another Persona 5 fic despite not reblogging p5 content, but shuake’s too powerful or something. Also the power outages are making me lose my mind. Wheeeeeeeee.

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Whoever would have thought that angels had fangs? Certainly not Akira, who had just been bitten to shit by the angel he just found and had thought to help.

He had a bad habit of trying to help as a human, and it turns out that habit carried over as a demon, albeit one of a low level. He can certainly imagine the same looks of disapproval as before when people realize that he held out a hand to a supposed enemy of his race, but would he have acted any differently?

Well.

He’s still acting the same now, enflamed bitemark on his arm be damned with the rest of him. His biter is still glaring, snarling, and hissing at him like a feral cat. Quite unbefitting of an angel—except this creature probably couldn’t be called an angel anymore.

Not with its wings ripped off like that.

What was left were mangled, jagged edges of bone and a few bloodied clumps of feathers sticking to the back. It was curled up so pitifully but was still managing quite the fierce little glare. Since being bitten still hurt, it wasn’t like this once angel was completely defenseless. But it was still in pretty horrible shape, and Akira didn’t even know if it retained any level of intelligence.

Angels are always so fucking pompous and up their asses. An angel wouldn’t be caught dead looking this unhinged and disheveled. More akin to an animal, running on nothing more than fear and aggression—but, even so.

Well. Akira half-wanted to pounce, never one to miss out on an easy meal. Especially one with such gorgeous fucking eyes, like hot damn—sorry state or no, the angel had eyes as deep and potent as the finest blood-red wine. Akira wasn’t so noble as to not be tempted. He’s still imagining it. This angel, who’s skittering into the corner it’s been backed up in, would have just the richest taste.

He wants a taste. Just a little.

And the angel hisses, but it’s also cowering. Poor thing. Poor, wretched creature. Its tortured state was so excessive. It must have really pissed off some higher-ups. What a tragedy. He should put it out of its misery.

He should. Especially since the little beast fucking bit him. His arm fucking itches, too. Angels are venomous to demons, but since this one’s so injured, it’s more of an especially annoying bug bite than anything remotely lethal. Most other demons would’ve acted immediately, and Akira’s stuck staring helplessly at this thing while he still tries to formulate a plan to approach it without an attempt made on his throat.

What a pain. Physically and metaphorically.

This stupid creature had yet to let its guard down, too. If Akira had been interested in eating it, he would’ve done so by now. Or he would’ve left. This just wasn’t worth the trouble of staring stupidly with a face scrunched up in concentration—that probably just looked like constipation.

“I...” He drawls. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

No answer. Same as last time.

“You’re in an awful state,” Akira explained like he was talking to a child. “And l don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone.”

The angel spat at him, hissy and frazzled. It would be really fucking cute if it wasn’t really fucking annoying.

Ah.

If he just stands there, that angel will surely bleed to death or something.

...

Fuck it.

That angel sure had some lungs when Akira pounced.

One thing he had to admit was that even while mutilated, the angel knew how to fight. Like really knew with how its body moved and how it clearly aimed for weak spots with its nails and teeth. Just when Akira thought he had it pinned down, he had to jerk back before his face got clawed off. And the angel took off the flesh of his nose, leaving Akira to hiss between his cheek and shove them down with far more force than he would’ve preferred.

“I’m trying—to help you!” he got out through gritted teeth. “Let me help you! Who else could’ve injured you like that but a stronger angel?!”

The angel, back against the ground, screeched. No surprise there. Anything against those injuries surely felt like agony, and when Akira pressed harder, he almost immediately jolted back by the next heartrending, distorted scream.

“Sorry,” he whispered, not that the angel could hear when it was now sobbing. That face was twisted in tortured misery, and that expression was far too much to take.

“S-Sorry!” Akira yelped, pulling the angel close. Careful to avoid its back, he frantically cooed and stroked its hair. He minded any tangles and knots, murmuring soft reassurances with shaking shoulders. “It’s okay, you’re okay, it’s okay...”

The angel whimpered, digging its nails into his shoulders. Since it was more out of desperation than anything, Akira allowed it without missing a beat. For added measure, the angel was huddling closer, even to the point of pressing its face into Akira’s collarbone with a pained whine.

“Good...fucking god...” Akira utters. “What the fuck did they even do to you?”

He didn’t get an answer. The angel had gone limp against him, breathing harshly against his neck.

He didn’t have time to lose before booking it to his place.

“Aw jeez, aw fuck, aw jeez... What the hell...”

Akira considered himself fairly proficient in magic, even healing magic. But no matter how much energy he channeled into the angel’s body, there was just no smoothing out the crude edges of bone where wings had once been. He’d have to do so a more old-fashioned way with a really tough grater, which he doubted the angel would respond well to.

For now, he focused on the more treatable injuries. The scrapes from the earlier tussle, some miscellaneous lacerations, and a couple of bruises for good measure. There was some internal bleeding to deal with, but overall, the most damage was situated on the back. The angel wouldn’t even be able to lay down like this.

Akira wiped himself off, sighing and cursing whatever monsters of this angel’s kind had thought this humane much less justified. While he had heard of angels getting their wings torn off before, it was always at the roots. Leaving gaping holes in the back that, while pretty horrifying in their own right, would still be preferable to this shit.

Just thinking about it pissed him off to no end. And maybe the angel could sense him just buzzing with fury because it began to stir from where it was propped up against its side on the wall.

“Ah,” Akira clicked his tongue. “No, no, just...rest more.” His hand hovered by the angel’s shoulder. The angel’s face scrunched up, and despite everything, Akira’s breath caught at just a glimpse at a sliver of deep red from the angel’s eyes. “It’s...uh...”

The angel was staring at him now, and he was left speechless.

Oh, he thought as those red eyes bore into him. Beautiful.

“...f-feeling better?” he choked out as the angel blinked at him. “You, uh... You don’t...seem...to be afraid of me anymore. That’s good.”

The angel kept staring, and Akira let out a strangled laugh.

“Right, uh, you...might still be...”

“You.” The angel pointed at him, slurring its words. “You are an incomprehensible demon.”

“And you can talk,” Akira remarked, with dull surprise. “Great. That makes things easier—but why didn’t you speak earlier? Were you really that scared?”

The angel shook its—his head.

“It’s not that,” with a sigh, he stated, quite clearly. “I just hate demons. They irritate and infuriate me beyond my capacity for speech. And I really hadn’t been in a mood to converse in the first place.” He was speaking like they were just discussing the weather. “Since you helped me, I suppose I owe you now. What is it that you want?”

“I...” Akira blinked. “Your...name...? Maybe?”

The angel’s eyes narrowed sharply and, oh, those eyes were deadly. Akira could get lost in them for millennia.

“Akechi Goro.” The angel turned away the best he could without brushing his back against anything. “Surely that’s not all.”

“Kurusu Akira. Nice to meet you.”

“It’s not that nice.”

“...”

Akechi, huh.

“I... Uh, I did the best I could with your injuries. But for your back, I’d have to...smooth it down...” Now wasn’t the time to be getting nervous and now especially wasn’t the time to notice that the angel had quite a lovely profile. A strong, defined jaw and nose—angels were beautiful in general, but this one... No. Fuck. Akira had to focus. “I need tools for that. So, um, be patient with me.”

“It’s not like I have much else of a choice,” Akechi replied softly and sullenly.

Is this really the same angel I found? Did my feral beast of an angel get replaced when I wasn’t looking?

“Uh...” Rather intelligently, Akira scooted closer. “Do you mind if I...ask who did that to you? You—don’t have to answer.”

“I don’t know who it was specifically,” Akechi said, waving his hand dismissively. “But, as you can no doubt tell, this is punishment.”

“It’s torture.” Akira didn’t waste a second. “Tearing your wings off like this was unnecessarily cruel.”

Akechi seemed to smirk before his face fell.

“A demon with morals,” he said, snorting. “Now I’ve really seen it all.” He leaned his shoulder into the wall. Akira hovered by, uncertain. When Akechi’s eyes shut once more, the spell was broken and Akira was able to distance himself once more.

If Akechi was aware of the effect he had, he didn’t remark on it. But if he did know, Akira had a feeling that it’d be used to the angel’s advantage. Akira had to be careful. Since Akechi wasn’t a mindless beast, that meant...

It meant a lot of things. Akira imagined the other probably had a lot on his mind. Especially with how tense he was around the shoulders. Considering his situation, it was more than understandable. It was admirable, even, that Akechi was keeping his cool like this.

Akechi still had his guard up, which was fine. Akira didn’t expect any different.

“I don’t plan on hurting you,” he announced as if that would serve as a reassurance. Akechi was unmoved, even as Akira stressed, “I don’t plan on eating you, either. I want to help. What happened to you wasn’t right.”

Akechi gave a non-committal hum.

“I’ll do what I can about your injuries,” Akira went on. “Once you’ve recovered enough, you can decide for yourself what to do. I’d, uh, prefer you didn’t kill me afterward though. I’d hate to have to fight back.”

“Demons are wretched, malicious creatures,” Akechi said, rattling off the rhetoric Akira’s heard a thousand other times from countless other angels and humans. “It’s not uncommon for them to toy with their meals. To build them up, tear them down, and savor every last drop.”

The thing is.

Remaining humanity aside, Akira can’t deny how appetizing Akechi looks. And how the thought of Akechi cleaned up and pristine made his mouth water. Even now, Akira stares at the slope of Akechi’s neck, the curvature of his shoulders, his waist, and thick thighs—and his teeth itch to sink in.

It’s in his nature to eat, and Akechi’s a hell of a fucking meal. Angels always tasted best.

With the way Akechi does look at Akira’s mouth, the angel surely knows this.

So, why hadn’t he tried to escape yet?

Probably, Akira’s brain supplied. Because he not only has nowhere else to go but nothing to live for.

How pitiful.

Wouldn’t it be merciful to put this creature out of its misery?

Just because it’s in my nature doesn’t mean I can’t make choices.

“I’ll get something for your back,” he said, turning his back on the angel. Giving Akechi ample time to lash out if so desired. “Sorry. It’ll be a moment.”

He leaves, and he takes more than a moment. More than enough time for Akechi to escape if he so pleased.

When he came back, Akechi hadn’t moved at all, but he was staring up at him with two haunting eyes.

Everything was settled without the need for words.

(Even if Akira was seized by quite the unfortunate desire to pull Akechi close and not let go.)

(For a demon, hunger and sexual desire often got conflated. With Akechi, the latter was bound to become more and more of a fucking problem.)

#Magi fics #shuake #akeshu #bad things bingo #body horror #persona 5

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whumpywhumper · 4 years

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Yo, Markus! What’s the grossest thing Lucien ever made you endure? Could be a food you were forced to eat, something physical, or a mental thing

I appreciate this ask so much, really made me try and think outside of what I would normally do--I had a few ideas for this, but this happened to be the first one I wrote. @0idril0 was an amazing help, as always.

Tagging: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @insanitywishes @oceanthesarcasamfox @rosesareviolentlyread @0idril0 @captivity-whump @voidwhump @imagination1reality0

TW: um. . . I have no idea how to trigger warn this? Please let me know

Going to use this for my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card: Bleeding Through the Bandages @badthingshappenbingo

Edit for Masterpost

When Markus stood up, his blood pressure bottomed out.

One second he was vertical, the next blackness overtook his vision, and he was on the floor. He was shaking even as he opened his eyes, shoulder and ribs making him swallow back nausea as they protested, flaring with bright pain and fresh bruises. “Fuck,” he moaned softly, trembling hands crossing over his torso to hold himself together. He felt hollow, unsteady and weak.

He didn’t know how long he’d been with Lucien, probably less than a week, but it wasn’t like he had any reference of time. Huge swathes of his days were spent unconscious or dazed on venom. The vampire had been feeding on him frequently, though, and this was one of the few times that he’d woken without the vampire’s hands already on him.

All he fucking wanted was to take a piss by himself.

He scoffed, shivering weakly, he couldn’t even stand up without falling over. The shoulder he was laying on gave a vicious throb, and he groaned, grabbing hold of his bicep tightly. Why couldn’t I have fallen on the other one? he thought darkly.

The bullet wound in his shoulder was tightly bandaged, but he felt the odd hot/cold sensation of an aggravated injury, the injured arm refusing to work correctly as the damaged muscle tried to right itself. He turned his head into the floor, grimacing through another flare of pain as his shoulder told him exactly what kind of idiot he was for pushing himself.

If he’d been at home, he would be in his bed begging for some painkillers and any material he needed to make his body heal faster. But he wasn’t at home. He was in a concrete cell that was less than 70 feet square, with no adornment other than an empty plastic bottle of water, a few blankets, and a stainless steel toilet. Not exactly the Ritz. . .

He still had to piss.

Groaning, he placed his unsteady hands on the ground, pushing himself into a sitting position slowly. His head swam, black spots springing to life over his vision. He took an unsteady breath, eyelids fluttering as he leaned back against the wall. The concrete against his back was freezing, and Markus shivered, the cold sinking even further into his body as what heat he managed to form was stripped away.

God, this sucks. He swallowed, wincing at the ache in the sides of his throat. He couldn’t see himself, but if the bruises on his wrist and forearms were anything to go by, his neck was probably bruised to hell, multiple bites creating a mottled purple that hadn’t had time to heal. There wouldn’t be scabs there, not really. The vamps’ saliva acted in counterpoint to his venom and created a weak seal for the skin without wasting the blood to clot. Given enough time and enough bites, it would scar.

He wondered if he’d be alive long enough for that to happen.

Taking a deep breath, he moved as slowly as he could, pausing to let the black spots fade as he made his way over to relieve himself. It took a few stumbling tries to actually find his feet, arm cradled carefully over his chest so that he didn’t jostle it, but he managed the handful of steps. By the time he was done, he was completely drained of any energy he’d mustered, new waves of dizziness making his head spin as he fought to keep his feet.

I need to lay down before I fucking fall down. Again. The few feet back to the blankets were like a marathon that had him puffing in short, heavy breaths, his ribs weighing more and more as he fought to expand them. His arm continued to throb with every pulse of his heart, and he swallowed thickly, blinking slowly as he used the wall to slide down to the floor.

Markus met the floor hard, groaning as the jolt made a fresh wave of pain thunder through him. What I wouldn’t give for a fucking bed right now. His chin met his chest as he sank into a doze, arms laying heavy over his crossed legs. He’d be more comfortable if he laid down, but any more movement cost precious energy he wasn’t sure that he had.

He took a minute, trying to catch his breath as his head swam and his muscles shivered, but his eyebrows furrowed as something slid down his arm. It took another several seconds to force his heavy eyelids back up and look at it.

“Damnit,” he muttered, watching another bead of blood slip free of his bandages to run down his bicep. The red liquid was stark against his ashen skin, the previously white bandages quickly soaking through with the rapidly spreading blood.

He forced his heavy arms to move, pulling the edge of one of the blankets up to his shoulder as he slid down onto his back. He took a careful breath, looking up through his lashes at the ceiling, before grinding his teeth together and pressing the wadded up blanket hard against the wound. He grunted, blowing the rest of the air out in a gust, hands white knuckling on the fabric at he continued to put pressure. Fuck that hurts.

His arm was spaghetti noodle weak, but he had to stop the bleeding somehow. It’s not like I have any blood to fucking spare, now do I? Just his luck he would be taken by the one goddamn vampire to use a gun, leaving him with a wound his venom laden blood would continue to leak out of. Not like he didn’t know his venom is an anticoagulant, seriously?

Fuck, he was pissed. And exhausted. He sucked in a furious breath on the next painful throb from his arm, licking his dry lips, wishing he had enough energy to hold onto that anger as the fatigue built. “Goddamnit,” he whimpered, eyes burning as he held back unwanted tears.

I want out of here. The thought was fraught with desperation and a tinge of despair. He didn’t stand much of a chance of getting out of this place by himself, and he had no idea what kind of leads his friends were possibly following. If there were any leads at all.

He sniffled as he thought of Illyn. It wasn’t fair to her—he knew that the poor girl was probably blaming herself. That she was on the phone with him, that she had his grahm, that she hadn’t found him yet. But it wasn’t her fault. He knew better than going out without protection, and this vamp was powerful enough that he’d probably stored up enough protections that it was unlikely that even his coven would be able to get his location.

The click of the door unlocking had him stiffening, and he choked back a pathetic whine as he turned his face away from the door. He shifted to his side in the blankets, curling around his injury protectively, pushing back against the bleeding in his shoulder from where the pressure had weakened. Markus’s heart pounded against his rib cage, breaths coming in short pants as fear curdled in his belly.

Lucien took a breath in through his teeth when as he opened the door, the noise sounding like a hiss to the bleeding witch, making him feel even more like prey. He swallowed past the lump in his throat, too tired to do more than screw his face up in denial. “What have you done now, darling?” the vampire murmured, bare feet sliding across the concrete.

Markus moaned in pain as Lucien grabbed ahold of him, pulling him back onto his back with strong hands. The witch’s head lolled back in the blankets, doll-like, blinking up at the vampire with fear glazed eyes. Lucien’s nostrils were flared, eyes coated in black as he looked down where his blood was soaking his blanket.

He bit his lip to keep futile begging from bubbling out as Lucien took his wrist in a grip that was just on the wrong side of bruising, pulling his resisting hand away from where it was holding pressure. Markus caught a glimpse of sharp fangs as Lucien licked his lips and shuddered, feeling cold down to his core.

Lucien tsked, pulling the blanket away with a disparaging grimace. “Making a mess of yourself, aren’t you?”

A new wave of exhaustion rolled over Markus, and his next breath came on a heavy gasp, eyelids blinking lethargically. “Fuck off,” he slurred, proud of the way his voice didn’t reflect the bristling panic in his chest.

The vampire laughed, leaning over Markus until his breath ghosted across his face, placing a hand over the center of his chest. “There’s so much fight in you,” he murmured, fingers tap, tap, tapping against his sternum, “even with your heart drumming with bloodloss.” He revealed his claws, the sharp tips pricking against his skin and making Markus stiffen.

Lucien grinned, chuckling as he pushed Markus’s hand down to his side and straddled him, keeping his arms trapped with his thighs. The witch couldn’t hold back the scared whimper that was pushed out as Lucien’s weight settled over his hips. He squirmed weakly, unable to put forth enough effort for more than a token protest.

“Easy, Markus,” Lucien crooned, one hand cupping around his throat, using his thumb to push under Markus’s jaw, tipping his head back, “have to stop the bleeding and clean you up, yeah?”

Markus’s breathing hitched as Lucien used his claws to lift the edge of the bandages wrapping around his shoulder, ripping them easily. A sob was ripped out of him when the bandage was pulled free of the wound, exposing it to the cell’s cold air. Lucien shushed him, holding him in place as slow droplets of blood dripped to the soak the blankets beneath him.

He couldn’t see what the vampire was doing, gaze turned away from where Lucien loomed over him, but he could feel the wet touch of a tongue against his aching skin. He jolted, a flash of pain even at the soft press of that malleable muscle, weakly trying to pull his arms free or buck Lucien off. The movement was futile, and Markus squeezed his eyes shut, unsurprised to feel hot tears on his lashes.

Lucien chuckled, the tip of his tongue dipping into the opening left by the gunshot wound, working its way deeper despite Markus’s pained cry. He flinched back, trying to escape the invasive touch as his stomach heaved with a burst of nausea. “Agh!” The vampire’s breath was hot against his neck, and Markus’s heels dug into the concrete as he sought leverage. What the fuck?!

His breath was quick, jolting inhales as his vision swam, the tendons in the side of his neck cording as the muscle in his shoulder was manipulated. The sloppy, moist sound of Lucien’s mouth against his skin, slurping at the damaged tissue as he dripped spit into the wound made him shudder violently, wordless protests springing free as he shook his head against Lucien’s grip on his jaw.

The vampire withdrew his tongue with lingering laps to the raw flesh and muscle, humming in approval as his prey continued to cry in pain beneath him. “Can’t have you bleeding out, can we?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to his clavicle, thumb stroking underneath Markus’s jaw.

Markus cried out brokenly, sobbing as Lucien continued to lave at the wound, spreading his saliva in an effort to stop the bleeding. Every touch of his tongue set off a starburst of agony in the witch until he was reduced to a whimpering mess, face wrinkled in disgust and distress. Stop, stop, oh my god, no!

Lucien groaned deep in his throat as Markus lost the strength to keep struggling, going still except for his shuddering inhales. He licked across his shoulder like he was hunting smears of blood, hand tightening as his fingers sought out the witch’s thundering pulse. “Fuck, Markus,” he huffed, dragging his fangs across the bruised, sensitive skin of his pectoral, “it’s almost a pity more venom might actually make you bleed out.”

He leaned back slowly, pulling Markus’s glassy eyed gaze back to look up at him. Blood was smeared on his spit shiny chin, eyes black lodestones Markus couldn’t look away from. His lips quirked into a smirk, fangs gleaming in the fluorescent lighting, “though I do think the exit wound is bleeding as well.”

Markus shuddered, a scream rising in his throat as Lucien moved supernaturally fast, jerking him by his hip and injured arm so that he could flip him face down. He didn’t have any chance of resisting, the vampire rumbling in his chest as he settled back over his prey. A hand settled into his hair, grabbing a thick handful to press his face further into the blankets.

He couldn’t help himself as his scream tumbled down into soft crying, feeling disgusting and pathetic and so fucking weak as Lucien’s pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “Don’t worry, darling,” he purred, “you’re going to feel a lot better once the bleeding stops.”

#Markus/Lucien Series #vampire whumper #whump #bleeding through the bandages #manhandling #tongue cleaning?#like yeah this is gross

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nevermore-ocs · 4 years

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Protective

Author’s Note: 7.3K words of a smut fic of my character, Internal and @flowerthornsart‘s character, Codec!!

Internal snarled to himself, the smell of the common dreg of the undercity of Daxton made him gag, walking rotten meat slabs that wore disheveled clothes they were to him. And now, the fact that Drake's great plan of getting information about their youngest brother, Blood, from these stains was working, he wasn't going to hear the end of it. He leaned against a wall, silently watching the discussion of the eldest vampire conversing with a masked man dressed in a long sleeve shirt, tattered and worn jeans, and sneakers coated in dirt. "And you're positive they were here?" Drake's voice rang through Internal's ears, "Yeah man they were here, that big bitch Blade and his little vampire sidekick were here like a week ago," even his voice sounded disgusting, it was rough to the ears like he's been smoking every day for the last three years. "Thank you for your information," Drake reached into one of his suit pockets and pulled out a wad of cash held by a small rubber band and handed it to the man who boisterously unbounded it and counted the bills with a wide-spread grin. He took another glance at Drake, putting the money away in his pocket. "'Ey I meant to ask, where's that cute girl that comes with y'all?" That's when Internal's attention was caught at full force. "How do you mean?" Drake could sense Internal's quick-growing anger, he had to quietly put a hand up to halt his hot-headed brother. "That cyborg girl, dude! The one with the helmet? She's fine as Hell, hehe!" Drake had to take a glance over his shoulder at Internal, he was fuming, his now unsheathed claws were slicing into the decaying wallpaper behind him, he was growling lowly to himself, drool was cascading down his chin. "Sucks how she didn't come with y'all, I would have LOVED to show her a good time, you know what I mean?" The man snickered, Drake opened his mouth to say something only to be interrupted by Internal's boots thudding against the creaking hardwood floor due to him stomping up to the two, however, he was halted yet again by Drake who outstretched an arm across his brother's chest, as security. Internal hunched over, he was baring his teeth, his eyes were wide and his pupils were in slits, and a rough, snarling growl emitted deep from his throat. "Drake..." Internal finally spoke, his voice laced with a dangerous amount of venom, it was practically dripping out of his mouth. "Yes, Internal?" Drake asked, already knowing what the question was going to bed. "Can I eat now?" The feral vampire hissed through his gritted sharp teeth, and after being mute for a moment or two, Drake lowered his arm back down to his side, freeing him. "You may." It was like the leash was taken off of a dangerous dog, Internal charged forward at the man with unnatural speed and a hissing roar, there was a loud sound of his teeth piercing through the flesh of the man's neck, right into the jugular, he dug his sharp, pointed, dagger-like teeth deep into his neck flesh in a ferocious bite. His jaw locked, the blood from the man's arterial vein sprayed thickly in Internal's mouth like a dense red mist and as the feral vampire heard the man's gurgling pleas for help, and his feeble, weak attempts to push him off of him, Internal sharply turned his head to the side, the man's throat was torn clear out, the blood spray continued heavily right onto Internal's face before he dropped the man's now limp body down onto the wooden, creaky floor. "Well that was-" Drake paused when Internal knelt to the body and started to use his claws to slice through the man's chest cavity, blood splattered in numerous pools around the fresh corpse, the feral vampire took a hold of the body's ribcage and with a grunt, and with a quite a show of strength, he splintered bones and broke them, tossing the pieces away to the side sloppily. Internal's mouth was practically frothing at the invading smell of human organs and that's when his stomach growled loudly. He glanced over his shoulder at Drake who gave one nod and Internal's feast began. "Violent." Drake finished his thought.

"You left the lungs?" Drake questioned, counting in his head while his fingers flicked through the dollar bills from before, when all was counted for, he folded the money back up, clasped them all together with that rubber band from before, and slid the payment back into his suit pocket. "He was a smoker, I could fuckin' smell it off of him. I'm surprised how you didn't." Standing up with the man's liver in his hand, Internal brought the organ up to his mouth and dug his teeth into it, tearing a bite out and he easily chewed and swallowed the meat, he slammed the door open with his elbow and as the scents of outside filled both of their noises, in which Internal scowled and Drake was already mapping out their destination in his head, he started to walk in that very direction with Internal next to him, shoulder to shoulder. 10 minutes of undisturbed silence, Drake spoke up, "Should we talk about what got you so angry in there?" The question was brought up, Internal stopped himself in pre-bite and he lowered his hand, his eyes narrowed somewhat and they drifted to the side, and his cheeks sported a very light dusting of pink. He didn't want to admit it out loud, he wouldn't if Drake wasn't there to witness the whole thing. "What's there to talk about?" Internal was already sounding hostile and defensive, which his brother should have expected, that was never new. Drake placed a kind hand on his brother's shoulder, "Internal, I know you did it to protect Codec's honor, there's nothing wrong wit-" Internal snatched his shoulder away from his brother's grasp. He tossed the organ from before to the side and turned towards Drake with a rumbling growl, "You don't breathe a fuckin' word about what happened tonight to her, ya understand me?! So help me, Drake, I'll beat your face in so fuckin' deep, they're not even gonna be able to tell we're related anymore, ya got it?!" Drake's gaze and overall body language was unfaltering, he barely moved an inch at Internal's outburst and his ruby-red orbs bored right into Internal's matching ones. "I won't. Though you can't beat yourself if she asks you what happens, lie to her if you want, but she'll be touched by what you did." Drake was looking at Internal's back now as the feral vampire pressed onward towards their destination, the feral vampire paused mid-step and truly thought it over. Could he tell her? He could tell her what he did and leave it at that, it probably wouldn't go to anything else, anyway. If anything, he was going to get a teasing from Codec about him being 'a big softie' around her. "...fine, whatever. Can we get there already?" Nodding, Drake used his unnatural speed to appear right next to his brother again, he read Internal like a book, he knew he wasn't used to these feelings, let alone towards a human, something that Internal despised with a burning passion ever since the attack but Codec was different for him. He's caught Internal smiling around her, yes they teased each other and butted heads, but it had a playful twist to it, for God's sake, Codec's poked Internal's nose when he was right up in her face with his fangs bared at full extension, it was different. Drake wasn't used to it and he knew for sure Internal wasn't. Their walk back towards the hotel they were staying at with Codec remained silent the entire time back, Drake's eyes were fixated forward for the most part but he couldn't help but take the occasional glance over towards Internal, he was staring directly at the ground, his arms were crossed firmly over his chest, even his claws were digging into the fabric of his jacket. He wanted to get to their room and relax, blow off steam, even if that might take the rest of the night and a midnight hunt to do so. "Here," When they were standing at the doors of the hotel, Drake pulled out a handkerchief from his front pocket, "Wipe your face, and hands, good thing you didn't get it on your clothes...this time." Internal gripped the rag and yanked it from Drake's grip and he did just that, he cleaned his hands off and then his mouth, the red liquid stained the white fabric a reddish-pink color. Without saying anything else after, Internal tossed the cloth back to his brother who caught with ease, balling it up, he slipped it into his slacks' pocket. "Can I go in now or do I have to fuckin' dress like ya too?" The feral vampire spat, earning an eye roll from Drake who went up to the double glass doors and he took hold of one of the handles. "No, but you could have manners," he pulled the door open and motioned to go inside with his free hand. "You could say thank you for this."

Even the elevator ride up to the suite was quiet, and again, Drake was looking forward and Internal's eyes were locked onto the carpeted flooring of the elevator. When the two metal doors squeaked open, Internal took a firm grip on one of Drake's arms which instantly caught the attention of the eldest brother. "Remember. Not a fuckin' word." The feral vampire's fangs bared ever so slightly but his mouth closed again when Drake put his open hand up in defense. "I promise, not a word, Internal, I won't say anything to her." Drake fixed his sleeve after Internal let him go, he did the same with his tie and his lapel to his liking. "If she asks you, you get yourself out of it, you either tell her or lie, whichever." Walking out first, Drake pulled out their room key from one of his inner suit pockets and the two approached the corresponding suite. Sliding it into the electrical lock, Internal impatiently shoved the door open, and walked in, "Hey there you guys are, how'd the meeting go?" Codec, pulling herself out of maintenance on her robotic arm, she watched Internal go to the main bedroom of the suite. "It went fine," Internal muttered too quickly for her liking, and she especially knew something was up when Internal went into the bedroom, took a hold of the tinted sliding glass door that separated the living room and the bedroom, and slammed it shut so hard, the door shook. Blinking rather confused, it even showed on her helmet, Codec faced Drake. "What the Hell happened? I said one thing and he's pissed off already!" Codec stood up from the couch, "I can't...exactly tell you, Codec," Drake saw Codec cross her arms, which easily meant she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Drake, what happened? Seriously, I know he can be a real hot head but usually, he screams at us, and then he's fine, this is different! What's going on?" Codec couldn't hide it, but there was worry evident in her voice, she cared about Internal a lot; she would never admit that aloud and could never bring herself to do that, she was far too stubborn for that and she even knew that. With a sigh, Drake raked his fingers through his messy hair and took one more look over at the shut door with the frosted glass, then he looked back at Codec. "I promised him, but, I know him. He was truly bothered by what happened with the contact today. That man said some less than...appropiate things about-" "Blood?" "You." That certainly caught Codec off guard, "What? Oh God, I don't even wanna know but, what did he say?" She couldn't help herself but turn her head towards the door once more, she could see Internal's infuriated silhouette grabbing what appeared to be a pillow or blanket off of the bed and he threw it against the wall. "He said sexual things, disgusting things about taking you and making you feel good," she practically gagged at those words, she certainly looked disgusted. "However, Internal...snapped. He lunged at the human and killed him on the spot, he fed, of course, but he did it out of your honor, you weren't there to protect yourself and Internal wasn't having it." Codec's eyes gradually widened with surprise at Drake's retelling of the night's earlier events, she was used to Internal being violent but she was surprised by this, and touched, this was so out of character for him. Not the violent stuff, of course, but the whole thing of just protecting her name when she wasn't even there. "Should I, um, should I talk to him?" She was glad that her helmet was covering it, but her face was extremely red, the thought of Internal protecting her was definitely on her mind, she couldn't get it out of it, "I think you should, calm him down, it's the easiest thing for you to do when he's like this, just, be careful is all." Receiving a smile from Drake, Codec returned it with her small one, and the eldest vampire went over towards the couch and took a seat in the middle, crossing one leg over the other as he finally started to relax. Codec, with little hesitance, went up to the glass door, she gazed inward and saw the shadow of Internal's form sitting on the bed, hunched forward, he was probably steaming still but luckily he was sitting down now so he couldn't cause too much damage at the moment. She wrapped her hand around the handle and inhaled deeply. She held it for just a moment or two before breathing out through her mouth and she pushed the door open, "Internal?" She spoke up softly, stepping through the open door, she let it slide carefully and quietly behind her, now it was just the two of them. Internal knew she was in there now but he didn't look at her yet, he was leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together in front of him, his coat and undercoat was stripped off of him so it left a tank-top, his jeans, and boots, it looked like he tried to get comfortable but was still too angry to do so. "Vallen?" When Internal heard his real name flow from Codec's lips with that soft tone to it, that's when his eyes finally decided to slowly drift over towards her. "He told you, didn't he?"

When Internal read Codec's mind, she made her way to his side and she sat down next to him, her hands resting on her lap. "Yeah, yeah he did," that blush was coming back to his cheeks and it felt so odd to him, he wasn't used to the feelings and thoughts that he got whenever she was around, he acted differently around her, the teasing and usually vile words were playful, like flirting. God, he was even more handsy with her, like he'd push her helmet down her head further whenever he was done with her teasing, or whenever she won a round of them going back and forth and she was the same way, being handsy with him, hers usually included taking his coat from him when he least expected it, Hell, she's even gotten him to purr and he hasn't done that in a LONG time. It would make sense why he defended her, even if the feral vampire would deny it. He was just as stubborn as she was. "So, what about it?" He didn't mean for it to sound as mean as it was, but he was getting defensive all over again and he was going to move but Codec placed her hand on his upper arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "First off, I wanna say thank you. I wasn't even there and you killed some asshole for me, I-thank you," she smiled up at Internal and the sight of Codec's face flushed with a smile made her look so precious in his eyes, it made his blush worsen. "Yeah, yeah, so fuckin' what?!" He grumbled, and then she giggled, and that made his face catch on fire. "You are a softie aren't you?~ But, seriously, Vallen, I appreciate what you did for me," Internal had to process what was happening, she felt like she had moved closer to him, her hand had moved down to his forearm and was holding it tenderly, "You didn't have to do it, you know? He was just some dirtbag who-" Internal stood up abruptly, "Are ya kiddin' me, Codec? Yes, I fuckin' did! The shit that, that fucker said, it was fuckin' disgustin'! And ya weren't there to stop it yourself, so I fuckin' killed him and fed!" Internal was pacing back and forth in front of Codec, he was pissed just picturing how scummy and shallow that guy looked, a copy cat in the undercity, if anyone else thought like that about her, he was going to feed a lot there. "Ya deserve better than some fucker who doesn't even deserve to mention ya talkin' about ya like that, okay?" The feral vampire's gaze fixated on the ground again, his face, even the tips of his good and torn ears were a blazing red too, "Vallen..." Codec was, beyond touched, she felt like she lost her voice, she heard her heart pounding away in her ears, she didn't expect Internal to ever talk like this to her, but she, she loved it, it made her eyes go wide and her face turn as red as his. "So, yeah, there ya go." He was about to sit down, but Codec's metallic hand going up to his chest paused his motions and he watched as she stood up from her seated position, her hands went up to her helmet, the digital eyes on the glass visor of it turned off when she slipped the helmet off of her head and she used a hand to fluff up some of her lilac-colored hair. She gazed up at him and her eyes locked onto his despite the uneven scar the took up the entire upper half of her face and Internal smiled, it was a real one, he never thought she looked bad or ugly whenever she had her helmet off, he truly loved seeing her without her helmet on, it was such a nice change from her wearing it pretty much 24/7 out of her insecurities that he wished she didn't have. "I'm being serious, I'm not trying to get under your skin or some shit like that I'm, I'm thankful for that."

It was like the rest of the world just faded away to Internal and he was sure the same happened for Codec, her pouring her heart like that out to him after his little outburst. All he could hear is his heartbeat pounding steadily away in his ears and how tuned his advanced hearing was, he could take in Codec's too and hers was just as bad as his. Both sets of eyes were darting around the room to try and focus on something else other than the person right in front them, the room was drenched with silence so thickly, nobody knew what to say right now and neither one of them dared to look at the other person, but after numerous failed attempts from both sides, Internal's ruby red orbs bored right into Codec's bright blue ones, his next action surprised himself. It was like he blacked out, but when he came to his senses, his arms were wrapped around Codec and she was held tight and close to his chest, there was a feeling of protectiveness in his embrace, how tight he was holding her. It was like he never wanted to let her go, he was even growling lightly to himself at the utter thought of what that guy would have done if Codec did show up to the meeting with them. If she did, and that guy had tried anything or even made a move closer to her, he would have killed him sooner and slower, to make him feel every single claw dig and rip through his flesh. "Vallen?" Codec's voice had a slight stutter like she was nervous to get her next words out and hearing that made Internal's voice do the same, "Yeah?" He wasn't sure where this was going to go next but how she was leaned against his chest and he could feel her hands moving from his back to his sides and waist, he had a feeling and he wanted it more than anything else in the world right now because nothing else mattered other than her and him in the same room. Her human and cybernetic hands maneuvered themselves from his sides to his chest, she grabbed at the fabric of his tank top, right at the dipped hem of it. "Come here, you dork~" Taking a firm grip of his tank top's hem, she pulled him down to her level, her lips collided against his in a passionate kiss, drawing a surprised but muffled grunt from Internal in the process. His eyes were wide as saucers, at the action out of nowhere, he's probably only ever daydreamt about this, he never expected it to happen, but it took a few moments and his eyes drifted, and they shut tight. He leaned into the kiss further, almost knocking Codec off of her feet if it weren't for one of his arms being thrown around her waist and keeping her held close to him. Their hands grasped at each other's bodies, Codec's had reached up behind Internal's head and she threaded her fingers through his dark red tresses took a handful of them, the other gripped at his shoulder, her digits digging into his skin ever so slightly. Internal's hands took almost selfish handfuls of her hips and backside, he felt her body fill his palms perfectly and he squeezed where his hands were positioned at, making her gasp out in between their tongues sliding and pressing against one another, allowing the feral vampire to lean forward and practically shove his tongue deep within her mouth, eliciting a breathless, muffled moan from her.

Exploring Codec's mouth with his tongue with such a burning desire, their teeth clashed together during the restless lip-lock, her hand at his head gripped and pulled somewhat on his hair, pulling a deep, suppressed growl from that was so sensual, it rocked through her whole body and made her tremble. Her thighs pressed up together and Internal took notice of it. Slowly retracting his longer than human tongue from her mouth, there was a thin line of saliva that stretched in between their open, panting mouths and it broke when he licked his lips. Hurriedly, he slid his arms down from her waist and placed his hands on the undersides of her thighs, easily hoisting her up and taking just a few steps, he carefully and gently, of course, threw her onto the bed. "Hmf-! How do I weigh like nothing to-" Codec's words were abruptly taken from her mouth at the tantalizing sight of Internal stripping his tank-top off himself and she got a full show of his toned torso on display, how scars were dusted here and there on both his front and back, her thoughts were screaming at her to just touch him already, more than she already was. "Because ya don't," Internal shot back with a chuckle, tossing the black tank-top away to the side since was it unnecessary at the moment and he climbed onto the bed, hovering above her, his hands planted on the bed at her sides and he grinned down at her, showing those dangerously sharp teeth of his. "And don't act like I didn't see ya gawkin' at me just a second ago~" He purred, "S-Shut up!" She turned her head to the side as an attempt to hide her flushed face, crossing her arms below her bust, but as she laid her head to the right, she revealed her neck as a price, and Internal saw the exposed area. With a soft chuckle, he leaned down and licked a long stripe up her neck from her collarbone to her jaw, drawing a shivering moan from her mouth, her hands also shot back up to his shoulders and back, gripping and holding onto him however she could. He locked his lips onto a certain spot, sucking at the small area and he ran his tongue over it numerous times too, he was so tempted to bite, his teeth were even grazing her skin. "A-Are you, hnh, gonna bite me?~" She breathed out, "Pull me closer I just might~" He responded, almost in a challenging way, his eyes even met hers again to further press it. Going over the dare put in front of her, she guided her hand back up to his head and pushed him more into her neck, he wasn't expecting that, but he wasn't complaining either. Leaning back up, he grinned, brandishing those fangs of his, even more so by running his tongue across the white, smooth surface and the sight of it practically set her face ablaze.

"Okay, well first, these are coming off~" Internal, initially, reached towards her to strip her of her clothes but she lightly batted them away, "Ah, ah, you're gonna rip them, you," she poked the tip of his nose, "feral cat," he narrowed his eyes after rolling them, but he listened to her wishes, albeit he was getting extremely impatient when he sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. "Hey I didn't rip my top, did I?!" Codec playfully stuck her tongue out at him, proceeding to strip herself right in front of her after her bit of taunting. Internal couldn't help but watch, his eyes were drinking up the sight of her body becoming more and more exposed, her breasts gently falling into place when her shirt came off, she unbuckled her belt and slipped it from her waist, and then her shorts were slid off next. It wasn't too long before she was completely nude in front of him, he saw her robotic leg and arm were connected to her human body, it was honestly a flawless connection, how smooth the rest of her looked to the touch, he was aching to touch her already and while he was sitting there, he could sense her self consciousness, how an arm was draped over her bosom, her thighs were pressed somewhat together and her other arm was across her stomach like she was hugging herself. "Oh no," Internal growled, moving his hand quicker than her eyes could pick up, he gathered her wrists together in it, he pinned her arms above her head, his free hand pressed against the mattress as like before, "Yer not hidin' anything from me. Yer fuckin' beautiful, I hope ya know that, and if ya think I give a shit about any marks or anythin' like that, yer fuckin' wrong," She felt her heart get filled with love all over again, her face was just on fire, it certainly felt like it, she truly didn't expect him to ever speak like that to her but how touched she was just tripled from the amount before. "Aren't you a flatterer?~ That means a lot though, Vallen, thank you~" Leaning up, only a little though given her pinned position, he saw her attempt to come closer to him, so he leaned down to meet her in the middle, she, at first, pecked the tip of his nose. She giggled and he chuckled before the two of them met in a kiss again, their mouths sliding against another, his tongue swiped across Codec's bottom lip, and with little to no hesitation, her mouth opened and his tongue returned to her mouth, slipping around and grinding up against hers. His grip on her wrists loosened until she was freed again, her arms hooked around his neck, and his hand from her wrists traveled downward from above her, to her shoulder, and then to her chest where he cupped one of her breasts, his tuned ears easily picking up a mute moan from her mouth. He kneaded her breast, squeezing gently and rubbing the mound in a slow, tender, circling motion, he could feel her nipple hardening against his palm, so he focused on that now, of course. Lifting his hand, he caught her nipple in between his index finger and thumb, pinching the hardened nub and he rolled it carefully, even pulling on it too. He could feel her body twitching, moan after moan that emitted from her just got swallowed in their mouths.

Breaking the kiss off for, Codec's face was flushed a bright red, her eyes were closed, her head was tossed to the side and buried in the pillows while she steadily panted, her hands moving from his back and down to his biceps where she gripped him, "Ya like it when I focus on these, huh?~" He purred, giving her breast a gentle squeeze to signal what he meant. He watched her nod, and when he saw that, he adjusted himself. Putting himself in between her legs with his crotch pressed right up against hers, he used his free hand at first to hike her legs around his waist and he let her tighten them around him, to hold onto him as tight as she wanted. Leaning down, his tongue flicked across one of her nipples, and she gasped out lightly at the feel of the wetness going across her like that. Opening his mouth, he took the nub into his mouth and started to suck on it, his teeth grazing over the risen flesh while his free hand held and tenderly rubbed and kneaded her other breast, he hummed against her skin, sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her too. All Codec could do was just lay back and enjoy, her fingers were threaded in his hair again, gripping it, her free hand took a handful of the sheet they were laying on, her pants were getting quite breathless, "Ahhnn~ Vallen, tha-that's so good~ Mmmnnhff~" She gasped out, much to his pleasure, her voice was addicting so covered in pleasure and want, his own was practically filled with a natural, feral lust, only for her and her alone, he was purring, loudly, his voice had growls whenever he spoke. He kept her nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue across it over and over again, he even carefully pulled it with his teeth before letting it go with a breathless huff, his eyes cascading back upwards towards her flustered, red face, "Good~ I want it to be~" He opened his mouth and was in the process of leaning towards her other breast but Codec's hand cupping his cheek stopped him and his eyes instantly flicked back upwards towards her, he could see a glint in her eyes like she had a plan and determined as all Hell to carry it out. "As, whew, as much as I want you to keep going with this, I think it's about your turn to get something, hmm?~"

It took them rearranging their position for Internal to realize just what Codec had planned, he was leaned back against the numerous pillows on the bed, he still had his jeans on from earlier before, however, that look was still ever present in her eyes and now it was his turn to turn as red as all Hell, and he silently cursed to himself since his pointed ears, both torn and normal, were turning red too. Pressing a quick peck to his lips, Codec started to move down his body, her hands on his torso and caressing him the journey downwards until she was at his belt, "I think you might be getting redder than me, Vallen~" She teased, earning a growl deep from Internal's gut, "No one's done this to me before, alright?!" He shot back, making Codec giggle, "I can tell since your jeans are looking pretty tight down here~" She cooed, her hands went up to his belt buckle and she started to undo the metal loop, unbuckling it and after that, she unthreaded it from the loops of his jeans, tossing it to the side with the rest of the discarded clothes. She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them too, letting her fingers hook around the edges of both his underwear and jeans, she pulled them both down at the same time and let out a soft gasp to herself when Internal's cock sprung out of the prison that was his underwear and stood straight up at attention. She gazed at him, gulping to herself, out of her excitement and also on the fact that he was bigger than she's imagined before, not that she was complaining though. "Yeah, yeah, ya did this to me~" He chuckled, he sucked in a soft breath when her robotic hand wrapped around his length, the metal was a cold contrast again how warm he was down there. "Did I?~ Well I should take care of it, shouldn't I?~" Allowing her hand to glide downward, she tenderly held his cock by the base, squeezing it gently and she licked her lips too, probably hinting to him what she was going to do next. Leaning her body forward, she pressed her tongue flatly against his cock and she dragged her tongue up from the base, taking her time on his shaft so that she licked the entire length of it, ending her long lick at the head which she promptly pressed a kiss to it. Internal's eyes rolled back and closed while letting out a long, low groan, his claws had unsheathed and were currently digging into the sheet and the mattress slightly with how tight he was gripping. Gauging his reaction, Codec giggled, craning her head forward, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, starting suck on it whilst her tongue flicked across it too and as she did this, her hand steadily pumped what wasn't in her mouth yet. He groaned, sitting up again to stare at how she worked her mouth around him, feeling her mouth open up wider, she started to slide more of his cock deeper into her mouth, feeling the head of it press against the back of her throat is when she gagged lightly, knowing that's how much she could take. "Ghhnhfm~ MMmmhhffnh~" She moaned out around him, sending pleasurable waves up and down his body. She started to bob her head up and down as she sucked, her tongue swirling around his shaft buried in her mouth and her hand continued to pump what wasn't in her mouth, her other hand squeezed at his inner thigh, feeling his body trembling with the gasps and low groans that breathily escaped his mouth. "Fuck~ Hnnh~ Nnhg~ Yer, hah, really fuckin' good at this, Codec~" He whispered, his shut eyes were twitching before he finally pried them open to take in the sight of Codec's mouth wrapped around him, smudged and streaked remnants of her purple lipstick painted his cock, her eyes fluttered and landed onto his and made such a deep eye contact with him, it felt like it wasn't going to break. She took in just how cute he looked, his entire face was flushed, his eyes struggled to even stay open a little and if he wasn't letting out breathless groans, he would chew at his bottom lip to bite back any noise that attempted to seep through his lips.

Codec lifted her head off of his cock, she panted out heavily to catch her breath, her tongue was even hanging out of her mouth. She gazed at Internal again who was recovering from her mouth being pried away from him, his body was heaving with his panting, his defined, scarred body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat and he even had brushed his messy hair back and away from his face. With how he was twitching, that certain gaze in his eyes, and how he was panting open-mouthed with his fangs on display, he was close. "You, hah, whew, mmhf, taste good, Vall-oh!~" She had to remind herself about the vampires' unnatural speed since, in a blink of an eye, he was on top of her again, his body wantonly pressed up against hers. "I don't think, haah, ahhn, I can take too much anymore, Codec~ I have got to be inside of ya already~" There was a degree of need in his voice when he murmured that out, "Trust me, I'm, hnn, the same~ I want you, Vallen, please~" She pulled him down to her level again, her mouth right next to his ear, "I need you~" She pleaded. Letting their foreheads press together, Internal let one of his hands roam downwards and he grasped his cock by the base, letting his hips adjust and when he did, the head of his cock pressed against her slick, dripping slit, drawing a soft, sharp gasp from her. He dragged it up and down her folds, beginning to drench himself with her wetness, and when he was slick enough, he lined his cock up to her and moved his hips forward, sinking himself deep inside of her pussy and she wrapped around him tighter than he expected, but he adored it. Codec moaned out rather loudly, her hands shooting to the sheet and she took fistfuls of it while her back arched off of the mattress, "H-Haah!~" When he was buried inside of her, he let out a low, animal-like growl at the relief rushing over him at being inside of her already. "Fuck~" He drew the swear out, "Yer tight~" He husked out, he didn't move quite yet, he wanted the okay from her more than anything. He wanted her to love this. "Y-You're, hah, hnnh, oh~ Bigger than I thought~" She whimpered out, she could feel Internal's eyes fixated on her, they didn't break from her body jolting with enjoyment. It took a few moments to a minute and then she gave him the nod for him to begin moving. He pulled out of her almost all of the way, only to snap his hips forward again, his hands went back to gripping the mattress after wrapping her legs around his waist all over again and he started to steadily pound and thrust his hips downwards into hers, Internal's eyes were screwed shut, he was leaned over her and his head hung some while he kept up this steady pace of his hips while Codec gripped and grasped at his body, her hands were gripping and grasping desperately at his back and his shoulders, her heels dug into his hips as they slammed into hers. The sounds of his waist slapping up against hers filled her ears and the room, "Oh, fuck, unhnf~ Unhf~ Ya like that?~ Tell me, I wanna hear that, mmffhh, pretty voice of yers, Codec~" He growled, he glanced downward at the sight of his cock pumping in and out of her, how it disappeared inside of her over and over again at quite the fast pace. He instantly snapped his eyes back onto her face when Codec, attempted, to speak up again. "I-fuck!~ I love it~ Please don't stop, Vallen, please~ Please don't~" His ears flicked, he wasn't expecting her to beg but allowing a grin to dance onto his lips, he pressed his body up against hers again and it let him rock and slam his hips down into hers faster and harder than previously.

Their bodies pressed against one another in a heated embrace, the headboard to the bed was knocking against the wall it was pressed up against, most definitely alerting anyone in the room next to theirs about what they were doing. Internal reached down again, and he hurriedly collected both of Codec's wrists again and he pinned her arms above her head again, his free hand roamed up her rocking body, pausing a moment at her breasts to cup one and knead one tenderly before letting his hand continue until it made it to its destination, her neck. He wrapped his hand around her neck, he wasn't choking her of course, but he had a tender, loving hold on it as he kept her pinned like that, much to her approval, "Vallen~ Vallen~ MMhff!~ Ahn!~ Oh!~ L-Like that~ Just like that~ Oh please don't stop~ Please~" She whispered breathlessly, "God, I can, fuck I'm gonna come soon~" He leaned down, his forehead pressing against hers, "I plan on fillin' ya up to the fuckin' brim~ I want my cum drippin' from ya~" He grunted, the thought of that alone fueled him to do just that, and judging from Codec's numerous, begging nods, she wanted that too. Internal's pants were getting heavier, his thrusts turned needier, more desperate, and his pace that he had set prior was getting lost from him. His hips collided with hers erratically, "F-Fuck I'm gettin' close~" He rasped out, "M-Me, hah, anh, oh, me too!~ Fuck!~ V-Vallen-!~" Codec's gripped him tightly, her fingers dug into his and her thighs tightened around her waist, effectively trapping him and with one more strong, fast pound from Internal, she came, that coil that tightened in her abdomen snapped and released. Throwing her head back against the pillows and letting out a loud moan open into the room, she tightened around him, hugging him, and with how warm, wet, and velvety her slick walls felt around his cock, he wasn't that far behind her. He released her, both her neck and her wrists to get a firm hold of the sheets and his claws dug into them so far that when he was pushed over the edge, he tore slashes not only into the sheets but also into the mattress itself. He buried his cock deep inside of her, his teeth bared and he let out a roar almost of just pure feral pleasure, his orgasm hit him hard, it felt like wave after wave of fire rushing over his body, his hips jerking forward with every pump of this thick seed shooting and spilling inside of her, his hips planted firmly against her, his cock hilted inside and his plan of just filling her up all of the way didn't change at all. When he was done with his orgasm, he had to pull his claws out of the fabric of the bed, his cock slid back out of her and he fell limp down beside her, he was panting out loudly alongside her, he felt sweat accumulated all over his body, especially on his forehead and on his back but the bed was handling that right now. Codec shuddered, feeling Internal's cum eagerly drip out of her slit and onto the bed, she could barely move, a lot like him, but neither one of them was complaining. The scent of sex was strong in the room, there were feathers from the pillows and torn fabric evident on his side and when he caught his breath, enough, not fully, but enough to speak up, he glanced over at her in the corner of his eye.

"So, ya are a bottom, huh?~" "...You're so fucking lucky I love you~" "Hehe, love ya too~"

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Hell to Pay: Chapter Eighteen

I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI

cowritten by: @lux-scriptum

A/N: TRIGGER WARNING FOR ALLUDING TO SEXUAL CHILD ABUSE, FOR PAST SELF HARM, PAST TRAUMA

A/N2: if we forgot anything, pls do not hesitate to ask to tag <3

All Cameron was aware of was the door opening silently, and the flash of light brown hair shining against the moonlight and the glowing hazel-green eyes. He barely had time to register who was in his room when Destris flashed his white teeth at him.

Cameron only blinked, a rush of cold running through his entire body when the blankets and sheets were tugged off of him. He was locked in place when Destris sat down next to him, pale fingers going from Cameron’s jaw to his shoulder. “This is our secret.”

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Nik jolted awake when he felt the bed moving. It was too still too late for it to be Cameron getting up, and the baby wasn’t crying, which meant something was wrong. He stared at Cameron shaking, fingers- claws- shredding into the bed.

Shitshitshit-

Lev was trying to move to check on Cameron. He wasn’t fast enough to stop Lev from touching Cameron’s shoulder. He was able to knock Lev out of the way and got fangs sunk into his arm for his effort. Nik choked on a groan and nearly blacked out when he crumbled into the sheets.

He was barely aware of Lev’s attention turning to him, or of Cameron still half out of it, as the venom started working its way through him. His blood felt like it was on fire, the walls felt too close. Nik tried turning. He wasn’t sure if he was even trying to turn towards a window, or the doors. He just wanted out. He wanted out of this room, right now.

Nik wrapped his arm around himself, and tried to breath through the undiluted panic that was rushing through every inch of him. He barely heard Cameron’s ‘don’t touch him’ to Lev. Tears were slipping down his face as he squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he couldn’t see the room tighten around him. It didn’t do much, though, and it felt like days before Nik could feel his body start to relax.

His throat felt like it was bleeding raw, when he tried to sit up. It took him several tries getting upright. It took him a moment to realize Lev and Cameron were still in the room with him. Nik couldn’t stop himself from flinching back, when Lev tried coming near him. “Don’t,” he croaked.

Lev froze midstep, face etched with concern. Cameron’s eyes were bloodshot, but his face was completely marble as he held onto the baby. Nik tried getting out of the bed, and nearly landed on his face before his reflexes kicked in and he got a hand out in front of him.

Nik slumped back against the bed and dropped his head back onto the blankets, trying to catch his breath. He was fine. He was fine. He was-

“...Nik?” Lev asked, very hesitantly.

“How- how long has it been?”

Cameron coldly said, “An hour and a half. You were screaming the entire time.”

That explained why he felt like he had been ripped apart from the seams. Nik tried standing when Lev said, “How can I help?” “By not waking Cameron up during a nightmare?” Nik snapped. Immediately he said, “It’s fine. Just. I need to go outside. Grab my jacket.” Nik stumbled for the door and had barely caught the frame when he about face planted again. He was breathing heavy. “Did you get bit?” he asked Lev.

“No,” Lev said, barely audible.

“Good,” Nik said, mostly to himself as he forced one foot in front of the other until he got to the front door. There was frost lining the windows. He could almost feel the cold seeping against the panes of glass. He held out a hand. “Jacket.”

Lev instantly handed it over. Nik didn’t even have it on all the way when he stumbled outside. The sun was barely starting to come up, and he could see his breath, but his lungs were starting to work again and he didn’t feel like bolting anymore.

He crumbled onto the edge of the porch and dropped his head between his legs and breathed. He hated Cameron’s venom and how it made him feel like a damn child. But there was nothing that could be done about it and he was just going to have to live with it.

Cameron appeared in front of him, without the baby or a coat, shoes or shirt. Nik slowly blinked up at him. “I’m fine,” he said, automatically. “You don’t-”

“You’re sleeping on the couch,” Cameorn said, sharply.

“You bit me,” Nik said. The way Cameron’s eyes vacated, told Nik the nightmare was particularly bad this time. “Fine. For how long?”

“Until I say so,” Cameron said, looking into the house. “Do you want something warm?”

“Coffee,” Nik muttered, rubbing his face. “I’m not sleeping again any time soon.”

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Lev backed away from the front door, and carried Eden to the kitchen. He got her set up in a high chair that hadn’t been there last time Lev had been in the kitchen. Lev assumed it was from the three hour long shopping trip Cameron and Nik had gone on last night.

He rummaged in the fridge, and returned with some ground beef. He warmed it up, and handed it to her, curious to see if she’d go at it without him feeding her. When she did with a ferocity that startled him, Lev decided it was best to go ahead and fix the coffee. He was pouring a cup for Nik when Cameron showed up.

“For Nik?” Lev said in a small voice.

“Yes,” Cameron said tersely.

Lev handed the mug over. “You want one too?” he offered.

Cameron considered that. “I’d rather have tea.”

Lev frowned. “Where do you keep it?” He paused “And what kind? I’ll bring it out to you.”

“Cupboard above the sink,” Cameron said. “Earl grey, with a little bit of honey.” He paused, and then, “Make it extra hot.”

“Will do,” Lev promised. By the time he turned around Cameron was gone. Lev set some water on to boil and reheated some more meat for Eden, adding some frozen peas to the mix. “Eat the veggies too,” he said, as sternly as he could. Eden’s only response was an earsplitting shriek and a loud bang on her tray, sending peas and meat alike flying. Lev sighed.

Once the water was boiling, Lev set a large mug to steep, and tried the ground beef by itself again.

“You have to eat veggies eventually,” he told Eden, who just babbled and smeared ground beef across her face. "I'll just have to find the vegetables you find acceptable," Lev mused. “Now you stay right there while I run this outside to your father,” he added, pouring a little honey in the mug once he’d removed the tea bags.

He padded back to the front door, poking his head out hesitantly. “Tea?” he asked, holding it close.

Cameron nodded his thanks, which was surprising in and of itself, and took the mug from Lev. Lev hesitated a moment longer.

“Do you want me to make breakfast?” Lev offered. “I’m not as practiced with the fancy stuff, but I can make scrambled eggs and toast.”

Cameron didn’t really seem taken by that idea. It took him a few seconds of looking at Lev blankly before he just said, “Use your own pans.”

Lev nodded. “You want me to bring some out here when it’s made?”

“Yes,” Nik said, at the same time Cameron gave a nod.

“Okay,” Lev said. He hovered for a few more seconds, but he couldn’t think of what to say, so in the end he backed away and shut the front door again.

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A few hours later, Nik was still outside, and he was bored enough, he was starting to get restless. Cameron had to do paperwork, which just left Lev and the baby. He waited until the next time Lev came out to check on him to bring up going to the park. “It’s like, a ten minute walk,” Nik was saying. “We could take Eden?”

Lev perked up by the door, seeming interested in Nik’s proposal. “I think that sounds like a great idea, but I should ask Cameorn first.”

Nik tried to not sulk. “Okay. Hurry up, though.”

Lev looked apologetic. “I don’t want him to be mad at us for taking off, that’s all,” he said. “Besides, I have to get Eden ready. It’s cold out here.” Lev disappeared inside and it felt like forever before he reappeared with a bag full of shit and a baby more coat than actual baby in a stroller. He awkwardly held out a travel mug. “Coffee.”

“Mmm.” Nik looked down at Eden, then back at the cup. “You carry it.” He knelt down and unbuckled Eden from the stroller and picked her up. She was instantly wiggly in his arms. “I’m carrying the infant. Come on.”

Before Lev could talk him out of it, Nik stepped off the porch and started across the yard, letting Lev catch up to him with the empty stroller and the heavy looking bag he insisted on bringing. Nik listened to Eden babble happily with Lev next to him on the way. “I don’t think I have ever been to a park while sober,” Nik mused. “Definitely not fully clothed.”

“Oddly enough, I don’t think I’ve ever been to a park drunk or missing any clothing; maybe my shoes. I never did like wearing shoes,” Lev said.

Nik laughed and Eden squealed. “Honestly, that is so unsurprising. I doubt you have ever been drunk in your life.” Nik held Eden up and looked up at her. “Can you believe this guy? He’s been to a park sober. What a life.”

Eden just babbled at him, but Nik took that as an agreement. Nik looked at Lev when he pulled her back down closer to his chest. “See? Even the baby agrees with me.”

Lev just shook his head. “Amara tried to get me to drink once and I threw up for the rest of the night. I don’t drink ever.”

“You let Amara try to get you to drink? She’s like, ninety-five percent booze.”

“I only had one drink,” Lev said, mournfully.

“Ha. You’re more of a light-weight than I am. Amazing.” Nik smiled to himself and then perked up when the park came into view. There were a few people here, but not many. Both the demons here gave them long looks while Nik started for the swings.

“Let me hold her,” Lev half-whined.

“But I want to hold her,” Nik said, sitting in one of the swings. He kicked up his feet and swung a little. “Hold the diaper bag. It’s big enough to pretend to be a baby.”

Nik just smiled when Lev gave him a look. “Be careful,” he said, going to sit the diaper bag in the stroller.

“Can you please stop assuming I’m going to drop the kid on her head.”

“I worry. I’d assume I’d drop her half the time, and I took care of two kids,” Lev said, sitting next to him. “Worrying is my job.”

“Hmph.” Nik carefully turned Eden so she was looking at him. Her little nose was tipped in grey while she gave him a toothless smile. “Stars, how are you related to Cameron. If you weren’t like, literally the color of snow- or, well, a demon- I’d say you were my kid. Must you be so pale?”

Her only answer was a loud enough shriek that Nik grimaced. Lev said, “Well you asked.”

“That doesn’t mean she should screech at me. She makes it sound like I’m trying to kill her.” He frowned down at her. “Am I trying to kill you, tiny demon baby? Me? Who gave you your name? I don’t think so.”

“Who’s changed her diaper every time since she’s gotten here?” Lev asked, taking her hand.

Nik frowned and kissed her nose. “Don’t know how. Sounds disgusting.”

“You get used to it.”

“I’d rather I didn’t.”

“Well you’re going to have to. She’s here to stay.” “You say that like there isn’t two other men in the house and like nannies aren’t able to be bought,” Nik said. He bounced Eden lightly while pushing the swing a little. “Stars, imagine me changing a diaper. I’d probably fuck it up like I always do.”

“Just takes practice, Nik,” Lev said, smoothing down Eden’s coat. “You wanna see if she likes the slide? I’ll take her up and you can catch at the bottom.”

Nik perked up and then frowned at him. “You mean. You’re just going to let her go at the top?”

Lev gave him a confused look. “We’ll use the short slide. She’ll be fine.” “Won’t she fall off?”

He shook his head. “The sides are high enough, and you’ll be there to catch her.”

Nik hesitated slightly but then stopped the swing. “Okay, but if she splits her head open and gets brain damage before her first birthday, I’m telling Cameron it’s your fault.”

“She’ll be fine,” Lev said, taking Eden from him. “And that’s coming from me, Nik.”

“‘It’s my job to worry’ he says. ‘Shove the baby down the slide he says,” Nik muttered, going to the slide. “‘You broke my baby,’ Cameron will say. ‘Now it’s your turn’ Cameron will say. Hmph. This goes sideways I’m siccing Nate on both of them.”

“I’m not gonna shove her, Nik,” Lev said, sounding offended, going to the top with Eden.

“Sure, Lev, of course you’re not,” Nik said, making sure that he was as close to the bottom of the slide as physically possible. “If our boyfriend kills us, I’m still blaming you. That baby is wiggles. She is a wiggler, but sure, let’s let a six month-ish old go down a slide on her own.”

Lev just stood at the top of the slide and looked down at him. “Nik,” he said, exasperated. “This slide is four feet tall. Five, maximum. She’ll be fine, and I’m a good healer if she isn’t, But she will be. I know what I’m doing.”

“MMMMM.”

Nik wasn’t sure he was breathing or not when Lev knelt down with Eden and laid her on her back. He leaned forward and just… let… her go. Eden squealed rushing down the damn slide and was laughing when Nik caught her as soon as he possibly could a foot from the bottom. He was annoyed by how much he was sweating and trembling. He brought her to his chest. “Haha, we’re not doing this again,” he said, poking her belly. “You can take drugs like the rest of us, if you want to have a rush.”

“Nikolas.” “WHAT. I was kidding, stars.” He looked down at Eden. “You are way too young to be doing drugs.”

Lev scooted awkwardly down the slide. “Stars help that child if we let you and Amara be influences in her life.” He had held out his arms for Eden when Nik held her to his chest and turned.

“Back off, I’m holding the baby.”

“Fine, you can check her diaper then.”

Nik scrunched up his face. “This is extortion.” He held her out but Lev refused to take her back. Eden just kicked her legs and squawked at him until Nik pulled her back into him. “Cannot believe this. I’m being blackmailed by both my boyfriend and a six month old.”

“You wanted to hold the baby,” Lev said. “Checking her diaper won’t kill you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll probably make Cameron change her diaper later, too. I’m not doing them all,” Lev said. “I did not make this baby, and I will not be doing all the gross stuff by myself. Even if I am the only one who knows how.”

“Okay, but you were the one that wanted to keep her,” Nik said. “Which means her poopy diapers are all your responsibility.” Nik paused and considered. “But if you do force Cameron, please let me be there with a video recorder.”

“Don’t be childish, Nik. If you have a camera I won’t be able to get him to do anything. You’re making too big of a deal out of it. Come on, let’s go over to the picnic table.”

Nik went cold all over and immediately shut up and did as told. Lev was pulling a changing pad thing out of the diaper bag and set it up before quietly saying, “Are you okay? I said something didn’t I?”

Nik felt his face prickle and he had to blink to stop himself from crying like an idiot. “I’m fine,” he said, tightly. “Make sure she doesn’t just roll off,” he mumbled. He needed to get out of this jacket. It was too constricting. It didn’t help the tightness he felt in his throat, though.

He didn’t really give Lev a chance to respond when he started peeling out of the jacket and throwing it on the stroller. Lev reached for him before immediately pulling back. But he reached forward again, hesitantly and touched Nik’s arm. “You don’t look fine. What did I say? I won’t say it again.”

His father’s voice echoed in his head, and had been for hours and hours and hours it felt like. After a bit, Nik started mechanically getting Eden undressed. He was relieved when her diaper was clean. Eden wiggled and whined at the cold table under her while Nik awkwardly got her dressed again. “There, done,” Nik said, fixing up her coat. He picked her up and let her smack him while he flicked Lev a look. “Happy?”

Lev looked tired and worried, but he just said, “Yeah. You did- yeah.”

Nik went back to the swing, ignoring the looks from the demons still here. Eden seemed unaware of the tension that Nik felt and just wiggled happily while he swung absently. Lev settled in the seat next to him, mostly pushing himself back and forth with one foot.

After a while of sitting in silence, Nik quietly said, “Do you really think I’m childish? I’d expect that from Cam because he’s an asshole, but not from you.”

“I don’t really think you’re childish,” Lev said. “But teasing Cameron like that is, sometimes. It’s not a bad thing, I just worry about annoying Cameron too much. Which… you’ve known him longer, you’d probably know where boundaries are and where you can push a little better than I can, anyway. I didn’t mean it as in you’re childish, though. You’re more adult about some things than angels I know three times your age.”

Nik scoffed. “I was joking, Lev. It’s a joke. I’m not that much of a prick. I wouldn’t do that to Cameron.” Cameron was skittish enough around kids, he wasn’t going to make it that much worse for the poor bastard.

Lev just watched him before saying, “I’m not good at jokes sometimes, Nik. I didn’t know you were kidding.”

Nik looked squarely at him. “You should have known me. Did you really think I’d be that cruel when I got between you and Cameron’s fangs.”

Lev looked away, shame flickering across his face. “I don’t- I’m not good at telling things like that. It’s something Amara would have done.”

“You’re saying Amara would be able to tell I’m a decent person, but not you? Nice.”He looked down at Eden and pressed a hand to her cheek. “She’s probably getting cold,” Nik said. “We should take her back to the house before she gets sick.”

“No,” Lev said, “I meant. I meant that Amara would have filmed Cameron. She’d think it was funny.”

That did sound like Amara. Nik said, “Noted. We should still go, though.”

“Okay,” Lev said, in a small voice.

----

Lev let Nik keep Eden with him. He seemed to like playing with her, and Lev felt bad for upsetting Nik. Again. Instead Lev dropped his shoes and jacket off in his bedroom and then padded off to find Cameron. It took him a few minutes, but he eventually pushed open the door to Cameron’s office and found him there, still as stone.

The moment the door opened, though, Cameron flinched, snapping his head around so suddenly Lev froze. It was never a good thing to see someone go from so still to so... not so suddenly. “I just wanted to let you know Nik and I were home,” Lev said softly.

Cameron’s nod was stiff, and he cleared his throat before he asked, “Are any of you hungry?”

Lev hesitated. “I’m always hungry these days, it feels like,” he said, trying for humor, before shaking his head. “I don’t know about Nik but if we’re going to feed Eden now, we’d better do it soon, or wait until after she’s had a nap. She had a big morning, and she was up early.” He hesitated, and then said softly, “I think she had fun.”

This time Cameron’s nod was slow. Lev didn’t like the... it was almost vacant, his expression, but he stood and headed for the kitchen. Lev scooted out of his way, and stared after him. That was... Lev didn’t like it. Rather than follow and push Cameron about it, Lev padded off to find Nik and let him know Cameron was probably going to be fixing lunch.

Eventually Lev realized they’d never left the porch. He thought about grabbing his shoes and jacket again, but rather than make the trek all the way across the house, Lev just wandered outside, tucking his shoulders close. Grief as sharp as a knife sliced through him- his wings hadn’t been useful for much, but they’d certainly have been helpful against the brisk breeze that had sprung up.

Nik was tucked away out of the wind, thank gods, bouncing Eden in his lap. She seemed happy enough, waving her clenched fists at him and shrieking in a way that sounded joyful. Terrifying, sure, but joyful. Lev hesitated to intrude, despite the cold.

Nik eventually looked up. Lev shifted his weight, and then, “Cameron’s making lunch, I think. I- Well, I think. He asked if we were hungry and then headed into the kitchen, so...” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I figured I’d let you know so we could get her unbundled and in her highchair. I don’t know how much longer she’ll be awake; most babies need naps pretty often, and I’d hate to see a cranky demon baby.” He was babbling and he knew it. “I could show you how I got Amara and Reneé to sleep, if you want- or- I mean, I’m sure you could figure it out on your own, I’m not trying to say you couldn’t. I just- are you even hungry? She probably is, I know I am, but I’ve- I’ve been practically stuffing myself lately, I should- I should stop doing that, probably. I never do know how to do things in moderation. It’s always one end of the spectrum or another, but- it’s not like I’m not hungry, I am, or I think I am. Maybe I’m just stressed, though I don't know why, I know I’m safe here, I just-”

Nik held up a hand. “Please. Shut up.”

“S-” Lev bit his lip, hard enough he could feel it split. “Okay.”

Nik looked down at Eden mournfully before handing her up to Lev. “I’m going to stay outside.”

Lev bounced her gently, unable to stop himself from pressing his nose to her head, more to comfort himself than her. She hit his chest with her little fists in response. “Do- do you want company out here? Cameron can handle her for a little while, if- if you do.”

Nik shrugged, leaning his head back against the post and closing his eyes as he said, “It’s up to you.”

He looked so... small, to Lev. He had to be cold, with no shirt and no jacket. Lev stepped closer, crouching until he could press a soft kiss to Nik’s hair. “I love you,” he said, cautiously. Earnestly.

Nik’s “I know,” was soft, and Lev had to admit it wasn’t the response he wanted, but that was okay. He ran his fingers through Nik’s hair, before standing so Eden wouldn’t start squawking in Nik’s ear.

“I’ll be back, if Cameron will watch her. If he won’t, I’ll make sure he brings some lunch. And a jacket?” Lev backed away, ducking inside.

After changing her diaper and getting the winter coat off her, Lev lugged Eden to the kitchen. She was already getting squirmy; he figured naptime wasn’t far off in the future. He settled her in her highchair, despite her constant wiggling and screeching.

“Hey, now. None of that. We’re going to get you something to eat, little one.”

Lev’s words meant nothing to her, and she continued to bang her hands on her tray and yell at him.

When Lev turned around, ready to ask if Cameron had anything ready for her, he realized Cameron was watching them both blankly. “Nik still outside?”

“Yeah,” Lev said slowly. “I was going to ask if you could handle Eden while I went to go sit with him.” He looked Cameron over, and then said, voice gentle, “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Though Nik does need a jacket or something. He took his off, and he’s going to freeze out there.”

Finally something showed up on Cameron’s face, even if it was disapproval. “I’ll stay with her,” was all Cameron said.

“What’s for lunch?” Lev asked, starting to look for a sippy cup. “I told Nik I’d bring him some.” He filled the first one he found with water, and handed it to Eden, who promptly began to chew on the handle. Lev adjusted it until she started drinking out of it like she was supposed to.

“Spaghetti,” Cameron said simply.

“Pasta,” Lev said, unable to stop his pleased hum. He glanced back at Cameron. “I’m going to find a jacket for Nik and get a blanket or something. I’ll be back in just a sec.”

“Alright.” Cameron settled across from Eden, watching her blankly.

“See if she’ll eat the spaghetti?” Lev offered as he ducked out of the room. He padded off to his own room, grabbing one of the big fluffy blankets Cameron had gotten him at the store yesterday. Lev paused long enough to put on some fuzzy socks first.

Nik was still waiting there, eyes shut. Lev slowed to a stop beside him. “Blanket?” He asked, trying not to shiver. “You’re going to get hypothermia.” When he got no response, Lev crouched and shook Nik gently. “Nik?”

Nik slumped forward, jerking awake before looking up at Lev. Lev let out a relieved breath, pressing a hand to Nik’s face briefly. “You scared me,” Lev said, trying not to scold. “You’re freezing, Nik. Come inside? Please?”

The way Nik tensed sent guilt rippling through Lev. He just shook his head at Lev, not saying a word.

“Okay,” Lev said quietly. “At least take the blanket?”

Nik stared at Lev longer than was comfortable, but took it in the end. Lev fussed with it, settling beside Nik in hopes of sharing some of his body heat.

“You hungry?” Lev asked. “Or do you want some coffee?”

Nik nodded stiffly. “Both?”

Lev looked him over. He was trembling. Or shivering, maybe. Lev wasn’t sure. Either way, Lev didn’t like it. He tugged at the blanket, tucking it fussily, before letting out a small sigh. “I’ll be back,” he promised. “Don’t... don’t freeze out here, okay?”

Nik let out a soft sigh. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He sounded tired.

Lev cupped his cheek, hating how cold it was, and leaned in to kiss him softly. “Thank you,” he said, stroking Nik’s cheek with his thumb once before pulling back.

----

Cameron couldn’t feel himself, but that didn’t stop him from watching the baby unamused. She was screaming and smearing spaghetti all over the highchair with a good portion of it on the floor and on her face and body. “This is ridiculous,” Cameron said, unsure if he was talking to himself or to Eden. “Infants are clearly flawed design and this mess is going to take forever to clean up.”

Eden’s only response was her continued screeching and smearing food everywhere. Barely any of the food made its way into her mouth. Cameron’s eyes narrowed when he wiped splatters of sauce off his face. “I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

Eden smacked the highchair tray hard enough it rattled. Her shriek was loud enough he almost winced. “It’s not too late,” he mused. “Then I would have some peace and quiet. But no, those idiots have taken a liking to you and they would be upset if I killed you.” He was almost disgusted with it.

Cameron scooped up some meat sauce in a spoon and held it out. “Open your mouth, Eden.” He got the spoon in when she started babbling at him, effectively cutting off her rant. “Good, now eat your damn food.”

Some of the food dribbled onto her chin, but most of it went down. He grimaced and wiped it from her face with his thumb, barely missing her chomping down on it. “Is it really that hard to keep it in your fucking mouth? Babies are so uncivilized.”

She waved her fists at him in retaliation, getting even more sauce on the ground. Eden only squealed when he bared his teeth at her. “Gods awful creatures,” he muttered.

It was that Lev decided to grace them with his presence. Cameron couldn’t stop his withering look at Lev coming into the kitchen. Lev paused, looking at Cameron warily before, “How’s it going?”

“My kitchen is a mess,” he said, flatly. “And she is a menace. You are lucky that she is still in my house.” He ignored Eden’s babbling and went to scoop up another spoonful. He caught Lev’s small eye roll from the corner of the eye.

“Babies are messy,” he said.

“Well no shit,” Cameron said, getting another bite into her mouth. “I hate infants for a reason.” He added, “Your and Nik’s food are on the counter. Do not make any bigger of a mess.” Lev shook his head but pressed his cheek to Cameron’s shoulder, in some kind of peace offering, he assumed.

“I won’t make more of a mess,” Lev promised.

“Good,” he said, tersely. “I’d make you clean it up with your tongue.” He wasn’t sure if he was joking or not.

Lev hummed his acknowledgement before going to fill another travel mug with a fresh batch of coffee for Nik and taking the plates. He paused at the archway, saying, “She’s gonna need a nap soon. Come get me if you need me?”

Cameron made a noncommittal sound in his throat and fed her another bite. When Cameron didn’t say anything, Lev took the food outside. He gave a resigned sigh and looked squarely at Eden. “I hate you.”

She laughed at him.

-----

Lev padded back outside, grumbling under his breath. He’d forgotten a jacket. Again. He settled next to Nik. “Take the coffee?” he asked, nodding down to where it was tucked against his side awkwardly.

Nik moved far too slowly for Lev’s tastes, taking the coffee with a lethargy Lev decidedly didn’t like. Lev set the plates down on the other side of himself, and then reached over, pressing his hands around Nik’s.

“You’re freezing,” Lev said, concern ringing through him.

Nik looked up at that. “I’m not going inside.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that you were, but stars, Nik. You’re going to lose your fingers.” Lev pushed his healing into Nik’s hands without even thinking about it, reaching for the edge of the blanket to pull it tighter around Nik.

Nik’s mouth twitched to the side. “Not now, I’m not.”

“I- I didn’t think to- is that alright?” Lev ran a hand down Nik’s arm, trying to warm it somewhat.

“Too late to object now, isn't it?”

Lev looked up at him. “Plenty of you is frozen. There’s more I can do. If- if that’s okay?” He tried for a smile and a light tone. “It’s not just your fingers that I like about you, you know.”

Nik shook his head. He just held out his coffee. “Take the lid off?” When Lev reluctantly let go and opened it, Nik added, “Flattery gets you nowhere, Levant.”

Again Lev tried to smile. “Well. It certainly gets you places.” He handed the coffee back, and then tugged on Nik’s blanket again. “I’m just-” Well. Nik probably knew he was worried by now. No use telling him again. Instead Lev stared at him sadly.

Nik didn’t even say a word. He just drank his coffee and closed his eyes. Lev watched him, counting every rise and fall of his chest. He looked... he looked young. Young, and tired. Lev hated it.

“Do you want to talk?” Lev finally asked. “About... about anything?”

Nik shook his head slowly.

“Right.” Lev chewed on his lip, pausing only when he realized he could taste the sweetness of his own blood. “Right. I’m guessing you don’t want to eat, either?”

Nik’s “No,” was mumbled, and Lev barely made it out.

“Yeah. Me neither.” Lev glanced at the plates, guilt pricking at him. “I;m gonna go inside, put those away and see if i can't find something better to keep you warm. Okay? Don’t... just... don't. Okay?”

Nik’s smile was as pathetic as the ones Lev had to offer, which was no comfort at all. Lev gathered up the plates anyway, and shuffled back inside.

----

Cameron had watched Eden fall asleep during her feeding. He silently thanked the gods she passed the fuck out in her highchair. It took him far too long for his taste to manage the highchair tray off without jostling the hellbeast awake. He grimaced at her onsie caked in spaghetti sauce.

“This is never coming out,” he muttered. “Unbelievable.”

He carefully scooped her up and started for her bedroom, which incidentally was only a few doors down from his own. He went to the dresser and pulled out a new onesie and socks to change her into before setting her on the changing table gently.

There was no way she was getting in the crib covered in sauce and noodles, but also wasn’t going to give her a bath. That would involve waking her up and gods knew when she would get back to sleep. He stripped her and cleaned her up with a few diaper wipes, getting her cleaned up before getting her into the new green onesie and fuzzy green and yellow socks. She looked ridiculous in those colors, but all the baby clothes were some shade of color and he didn’t have much of a choice. He’d need to find a time to find decent baby clothes that weren’t so….

Cameron shook his head and picked her up and took her to the crib before turning on some quiet music that hopefully would keep her unconscious for as long as possible. He wasn't sure why he was watching her sleep, but he stayed anyways, absently tracing the way her chest moved.

He shook himself and walked out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him, but leaving it cracked. He looked at the nearest sentry and said, “If anyone goes in there besides me, Nik or Lev, cut them at the knees. No one touches her.”

When the sentry nodded, if a bit confused, Cameron stalked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes with his finger and thumb, trying to clear away the exhaustion before going to start clean up. But he found Lev already picking things up. Cameorn frowned. “I thought you were with Nik.”

“Neither of us were really hungry, and when I came back and saw the mess, and I know you don’t like messes, and I just-” Lev shrugged. “I felt bad.”

“As you said,” Cameron said, flatly, “babies are messy. Is Nik inside, then?”

Lev shook his head. “He won’t come inside. I’m worried, but-”

“But?” Cameron prompted.

“He won’t let me help,” Lev said. He sounded unsurprisingly upset. But Lev just gestured at the mess around them. “This was something I could do, though.”

“Hmm.” Cameron ran a hand down his face and then started for the front door. “I’ll check on your progress later,” he said, at the doorway. “I’m going to go make sure the idiot doesn’t freeze to death.”

“Okay,” Lev said. Cameron heard his, “Get some sleep soon?” when he was already halfway down the hallway.

Cameron found Nik halfway unconscious on the porch, skin deathly pale and wrapped in a blanket. “Come inside,” Cameron said. Nik shook his head, far too slowly for Cameron’s taste. When Nik didn’t say anything other than that, Cameron said. “I am not taking no for an answer.”

“I’ll just come back outside,” Nik mumbled.

“Unless I break your legs,” Cameron retorted, going to scoop him up. Nik weakly pushed against Cameorn’s chest, but was too cold for it to be of any use when he pushed open the door and brought the idiot angel inside the house. Nik’s breath was shallow when he jolted in Cameron’s arms, trying to latch onto the doorframe. “Do you want your fingers broken?” he asked, unhooking them from the door. “Nothing in this house is going to hurt you- except me if you don’t stop it.” Cameron started back to the bedroom with Nik curled into him, fingers tightly clenched in Cameron’s shirt. “Please,” Nik mumbled.

The cold of Nik’s skin seeped through Cameron’s shirt, nearly making him shiver. “No.”

“Please.”

When Nik pushed against him again, Cameron grabbed his arm and folded it between them before he hurt himself any more. Lev was watching them from the kitchen doorway, distraught, but not saying a word.

Cameron went to the bedroom and pushed the door open to lay Nik on the bed. Nik tried pushing himself up to go back outside, but was unable to move except for a few inches before collapsing back on the bed. “Cam.”

Nik’s hoarse plea fell on deaf ears when Cameron started cutting away the too cold clothes from Nik’s body with a spare pair of scissors. He found several blankets to cover Nik with before lighting the fireplace and going to turn the heat on higher. “If you move from that bed, I will break your legs,” Cameron warned.

Nik nodded slowly and didn’t move a muscle, not that Cameron thought he even could. Cameron went to the nearest sentry. “Stand at the door and watch him. When he passes out, come get me.” When they did as ordered, Cameron went back to the kitchen where he found Lev scrubbing the floor.

Lev stopped and looked up when Cameron came in. “How is he?”

Cameron sighed tiredly and went to make himself a cup of coffee. “He’ll live. Unless he keeps being a dumbass.”

Deep guilt shone in Lev’s eyes. He made a small noise of acknowledgement before going back to cleaning. Cameron watched him, slowly drinking his coffee when five seconds later Lev sat back on his haunches and said, “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Cameron said. “Wasn’t you who bit him.”

“I tried to wake you. I should have known better.” Lev looked down at his hands. “I keep saying stupid things that upset him. I keep causing problems, and I can’t even say I’m sorry.”

“First of all,” Cameron said, too exhausted to not keep the annoyance out of his voice. “You didn’t know. Second of all, Nik is an adult. It’s neither of your faults that his father is a prick. He’s just going to have to get over it.”

The words didn’t even sound right in his own ears, not when he had been playing his nightmare on repeat all day. He could taste the metallic of his venom and he was glad enough that it couldn’t affect him.

Lev watched him for a long moment before giving a small nod. “Do you want a hug?”

“A what?”

A light golden flush spread on Lev’s cheeks. “A hug. They make me feel better, anyway.”

“Do you want one?” Cameron asked.

“I always want a hug,” Lev said, “But it’s more for you, this time.”

His skin prickled. “If you want one, then come get one.”

Lev watched him for a bit. “Do you want one?”

Cameron frowned and took a drink from his coffee, trying to get the metallic taste out of his mouth. “Who cares what I want. Do you want one.”

“I care what you want,” Lev said. “I don’t need one. I get enough from Nik, and we have Eden now.”

“I didn’t ask if you need one,” Cameron said, picking at a cufflink. “I asked if you want one.”

Lev looked tired. Lev shook his head and mumbled, “I can’t tell if you’re being deliberately obtuse or not.” Cameron frowned, before Lev admitted, “Yes. I do.”

“Then come get one,” Cameron said, putting down his coffee.

Lev stood, wiping his hands on his jeans, before coming to lean on Cameron. He forced his body to relax and put an arm around Lev’s waist to pull him into a hug. Lev pressed his face into Cameron’s neck, scenting him deeply, while Cameron counted down the seconds until Lev finally let go of him.

Before he could, the sentry came into the kitchen. Cameron instantly lifted his eyes and when they nodded towards the bedroom, he said, “I need to go check on Nik.”

Lev peeled away from him. “Can I come with you?”

“If you want,” Cameron said, starting for the bedroom. Nik was in fact unconscious; Cameron had to go closer to make sure he was actually breathing. He pressed the backs of his fingers against Nik’s cheeks, frowning at how cold they still were. Not as cold, he guessed, but still far too cold for his liking.

Lev was quiet as he whispered, “He wouldn’t let me heal him.” Cameron didn’t like the way he sounded defeated.

“He doesn’t like angel healing,” Cameron said, pulling the blankets tighter around Nik. “If he can’t heal himself, he doesn’t want it.”

Confusion flickered across Lev’s face. “He’s let me heal him before.”

“He’s an idiot,” was all Cameron had to offer. “He has his moments where his pride overrides his self preservation.”

Lev gave a soft “Oh,” before, “So why won’t you let me heal you when I can?”

At the curious tone, Cameron flatly said, “Why would I let an angel heal me after they’ve been slaughtering us for centuries? Nik’s prideful, but I am not forgetful, or forgiving.”

Cameron ignored the slight hurt in his eyes, even if he was watching Cameron hesitantly. He eventually said, “It has to stop somewhere, doesn’t it?”

Cameron leveled him a long look. “And why does it have to start with me.”

“Why shouldn’t it start with me?”

Cameron scoffed lightly. “Because I doubt you can kill a demon outside of being forced to. You’ve probably inflicted the least amount of damage against my people. Nik’s brothers have probably slaughtered thousands.”

“All the more reason for me to be the one healing,” Lev said.

“Because you have less sins to atone for?” Cameron asked, moving to grab another blanket to cover Nik up with when he started trembling.

“If you want to look at it that way,” Lev said. “I’ve never wanted anything but peace. I don’t like seeing anyone hurt. Demon or angel or human. Why shouldn’t I use my gifts to heal?”

“Good luck finding a demon that will let you,” was all Cameron had to say to that.

Lev watched him for far too long for Cameron’s liking. “So… what you’re saying is that I need to be forgiven just like the rest of my people, no matter the size of my sins personally? Or that you cannot forgive my people at all, and that includes me?” In a small voice, Lev added, “I Just want to understand.”

“Then understand this,” Cameron said, looking him in the eye. “I do not forgive you. I do not forgive Nik. I do not forgive a single angel that decided to kill us the moment they laid eyes on us. Your king only wanted to end the war for glory and I will not pretend he did it because he was tired of the fighting. I do not forgive my mother who colluded with him. I do not forgive a single demon that had any part of it, and I do not forgive anyone who didn’t have the spine to put Maikel down before he was butchered in his sleep.”

Lev’s eyes were big. “Okay,” he said, eventually.

“Okay,” Cameron said. “Are you done?”

“Yeah,” Lev said, softly, before, “Are you going to get some sleep?”

Cameron rubbed his face. “I need to keep an eye on Nik.”

Lev’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “You need to sleep eventually.” Then he said, “I’m going to finish cleaning the kitchen, and then I think I’m gonna call Gramma. She knows more about little ones than I do.”

If Raziel thought she was getting her hands on Eden, she was sorely mistaken. But Cameron just said, “Go nuts.”

Lev pressed his cheek against Cameron’s shoulder briefly before disappearing out the door. When he was out of hearing distance, he looked down at Nik. “If you die on me, I will kill you myself.” He then went to grab a crossword book from his desk and went to move his chair closer to the bed.

He settled before crossing his legs and opening up the book to his last puzzle.

-----

Lev sat back, surveying the kitchen. He couldn’t see anything else that needed to be done; he’d even cleaned up the lunch dishes and put his and Nik’s food in tupperware to eat later. Now he was sitting on the floor, tucked up against the cabinets, giving the kitchen one more once over before pulling out his new phone.

He already had Eden as his lock screen. He’d managed to catch her mid laugh, though somehow she’d managed to have a whole spoon in her mouth at the same time. With a small sigh he unlocked his phone, and dialed Raziel, tucking his knees close to his chest as he listened to it ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Gramma,” Lev said, tipping his head back. “I finally got a new phone. Thought I should check in.”

“That’s not your checking in voice, little bird.”

Lev grimaced. She knew him well. Too well, he sometimes thought. “Okay, I also had some big news, and a favor to ask.”

“I know. Go on.”

“We have a baby,” Lev said. The pause Raziel gave was long enough he knew she was doing some mental math. “Not mine, Gramma. Cameron’s. Someone left her on his porch.”

“How is she? How old is she?” Raziel asked. Calm, as ever. At least that never changed.

“She’s fine. She’s adorable and I love her. She looks like Cameron. If he was ever a baby, anyway.”

Raziel sounded amused as she said, “Everyone was a baby once upon a time. Even Cameron. Even me, little bird.”

“I can’t imagine you as a baby either, Gramma.” Lev puffed out a laugh. “We think she’s about six months old? Maybe a bit older. The cutest little smile, even if she tries to bite everything within range of her mouth.”

“That’d be the demon in her,” Raziel said without any judgement in her tone. “She might be teething, too. Just keep an eye on it, maybe look into some teething rings if you haven’t already.”

Lev hummed. That tracked, honestly. “That reminds me. I was wondering, do you still have Aunt Sophia’s old baby books? It’s been a few years since Amara and Reneé were little, and I don’t remember everything.”

Raziel was quiet for a long moment. Lev knew better than to rush her. Finally she said, “I think I do. I have a favor to ask of you in return, however. I miss seeing you. Do you think you could spend the night tomorrow? We can go through the old clothes I still have, while you’re here.”

“I don’t know.” Lev closed his eyes. “I don’t want to leave these two with Eden on their own too long. And things are a little tense right now, too. But...”

“But...?”

“I miss you too. We haven’t had dinner in months.” Lev thought for a few heartbeats, and then said, “Let me talk to Cameron, make sure they have everything under control. I’ll text you when I know, okay?”

“Alright, little bird. If you can’t, I’ll bring what I can find tomorrow anyway. There’s no pressure.”

“‘Kay, Gramma. Love you.”

Lev dropped his phone in his lap, jaw dropping in a yawn. He could talk to Cameron later, when Nik finally woke up. Maybe Nik would be in a better mood then too.

----

Nik’s entire body was still freezing by the time he woke up. He made a pained noise, trying to sit up. Nope. Not happening. He collapsed back onto the bed, and managed to open his eyes. He shouldn’t have done that either. He did not like the ice cold lividity of Cameorn’s stare across from him. “Hi?”

Cameron shut his puzzle book with a calculated slowness that made Nik want to shrink into the bed. When he finally looked back at Nik, his face was blank again. “If you ever,” he said slowly, “do that again, you will not have to worry about freezing to death because you will be bleeding from the throat. Understand me?”

Nik did not enjoy feeling like he was getting scolded like a ten year old. But honestly. Fair. “Yeah, okay,” He groaned. “I understand. But in my defense-”

“You don’t get a defense,” Cameron said, flatly. “You get to live.”

“You do care,” Nik croaked, rolling over onto his back. He frowned. “Where are my clothes?”

“They were wet, and you were freezing,” Cameron said. “Basic first aid, idiot.”

“Will you stop being so mean to me,” Nik said palming his eyes.

“I’ll stop when you stop being an idiot,” Cameron countered.

“Ugh.” Nik was still freezing. “Can.... I need to warm up?”

“A bath?”

“Yeah, that works.” Nik forced himself up into a sitting position. “Stars, did you put enough blankets on me?” He asked, shoving them away weakly.

Cameorn looked unamused. “You were shaking,” he said. “And pale.”

“Gross.” Nik went to stand up and almost face planted before Cameron caught him by the waist. “Whoops.”

He could feel Cameron’s irritation. “If I let you leave this bed, are you going to try to go back outside?”

The walls weren’t closing in on him anymore, so. “No,” Nik mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said no,” Nik snapped. “Bath? Please?”

Cameron didn’t deign him with a response as he propelled Nik towards the bathroom. He sat Nik on the toilet and went to start the bathwater. Nik couldn’t help but trace the outline of Cameron’s jaw and neck with his eyes while the water ran. His eyes lifted to the grey bruising beneath Cameron’s eyes. “Have you slept?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Nik winced internally. “Did, uh, Eden? Take a nap?”

“Two,” Cameron said. “I had the sentries make sure you didn’t stop breathing while I went to check on her.”

“Mmm. Father of the year.” Cameron threw a bar of soap at Nik, hitting him square in the head. “Okay, ow.” Nik said, rubbing his forehead. “Was that necessary.”

“No,” Cameron said, straightening. “But it was fun. Get in the tub. It’s hot, but not hot enough to scald you.” Cam was already moving to get him up before Nik was able to even start moving. He got Nik into the tub and watched him settle. “Is it too hot?” he asked, when Nik winced.

“No. Just. Wasn’t expecting it to hurt.”

Cameron’s face shifted barely, but he could tell he was displeased with Nik’s statement. “I imagine that’s a side effect from almost freezing to death,” Cameron said. Nik wrinkled his nose at the pure blunt tone from him. “You worried Lev, too.”

“Too?” Nik asked. He looked at Cameron. “Are you saying you were worried?”

“That is not what I am saying,” Cameron said. “I’m saying he was almost crying and you know I loathe crying. Don’t upset him again.”

“Yeah, okay.” Nik sunk down into the water, trying to not wince as he settled neck deep. “Is he okay, now?”

“He was sleeping in the kitchen the last time I saw him,” Cameorn said. “But I imagine he’s fine.”

Nik looked up at him. “You let him sleep in the kitchen?”

“He didn’t die,” Cameorn said, dismissively. “He was fine. Not like he was sitting outside in the middle of winter without a coat on.”

Instead of answering his bait, Nik dunked his head under the water. His face felt like it was melting off, but he deserved it. When his lungs protested, Nik finally went back for air. Cameron hadn’t moved from his spot. “Are you going to just stand there?”

“Yep.”

“Great.”

Nik sunk back down into the water and stayed in the tub until the water ran colder than Cameron’s heart. Cameron said, “Do you want it warmed up, or do you want out?”

“I guess I better get out,” Nik sighed. “Lev probably wants-”

“To know you’re not dead? I imagine so.”

Nik cut him an irritated look. “Are you going to let that go any time soon.”

“Probably not.”

Fair. “Fine.”

Cameron handed Nik a towel and went to drain the tub before helping Nik out. “Do you want clothes?”

“Never stopped me before,” Nik said.

“You also never almost died from the cold,” Cameron said. He sat Nik on the toilet. “Don’t move.” Before Nik could protest, Cameron came back with a shirt, pajama bottoms and a pair of socks. He got to his knees and started dressing Nik.

“And they say romance is dead,” Nik muttered.

Cameron pinched Nik’s thigh hard enough to bruise, but said nothing. Nik couldn’t help his small smile despite the pain now lacing through his thigh. When he finished, he got Nik to his feet and put Nik’s arm around his neck.

“I can walk,” Nik said.

“If I let you go, you will faceplant and then I’ll be cleaning angel blood of my linoleum floors.”

Nik opened his mouth, but closed it when he couldn’t think of a retort. Cameorn led him out of the room and towards the kitchen. “You’re eating.”

“Haha, like what?” Nik asked, trying to tease his way into Cameron stop being pissed at him.

Cameron cut him a dry look. “Food.”

“Just food?”

“You can eat the concrete if you want,” Cameron said.

“Och. Pass.”

“Hmm. Thought so.” Cameron did sound vaguely amused, under his annoyed tone. He’d consider it a win.

They found Lev still passed out on the floor, using his arm for a pillow when Cameron turned the lights on. Cameron looked unimpressed while he toed at Lev’s forehead to wake him up. Lev jerked awake, and smacked the back of his head against the cabinets. “Oh good, you’re awake,” Cameron said.

Lev sat up, rubbing the back of his head when he blinked up at Cameron. “What was that for?”

Cameron only shrugged. “You looked ridiculous.” Nik snorted, when Lev just sighed and got to his feet. “There a reason you were incapable of moving to a bed? Or at least a chair.”

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was talking to Gramma, and then I didn’t want to move, and then you were waking me up like… that.”

Cameron was frowning. “Are you saying you were talking to that old bird while sitting on the floor.” Nik choked on a laugh and Cam moved him to a stool. He flicked Nik a small look. “If you fall from that I will not help you up.”

“Charmer,” Nik sighed, dropping his head on his arms.

Lev’s small, “You okay?” clearly was directed at Nik.

“Absolutely fabulous,” Nik sighed. “Don’t I look it.”

He could almost see Lev’s wince. “Not really.”

Nik scratched at his arm before looking to see that his bracelets weren’t on his wrist. He slowly looked up at Lev and then at Cameron. Neither of them said anything. “Where are my bracelets.”

“Cut them off,” Cameron said, unblinking. “They were cutting into your skin.”

Nik felt his face heat and then he dropped his hands into his lap. “I want new ones.”

“Then I’ll get them tomorrow,” Cameron said.

He could feel Lev looking at him. It was an effort to look back at him. Nik was a little worried that Lev had seen the scars, but he didn’t want to ask in case he hadn’t seen them. When Lev wandered closer to him, Nik slid his arm deeper between his legs.

Lev stopped in his tracks. “Do you want me to stay over here?”

Nik looked down at his arm and then to Cameron who had just leaned back against the counter, not saying a word. Right. No help there. He forced himself to look Lev, who was just looking at him patiently.

“I, um.” He didn’t want Lev to think he didn’t want him near. But he didn’t want Lev to see. His face heated and he stared down at the table. When Nik hesitated for too long, Lev retreated to the counter to lean against.

“It’s okay,” Lev said. The light tone in Lev’s voice didn’t persuade Nik much, but Lev clearly decided to steer things in a different direction, thank the stars. “I actually wanted to talk to you both about tomorrow. Gramma asked me to spend the day with her. She got some baby stuff for us, books and things I had when I was little Eden might like.”

“Like what? A little toy halo?” Cameron asked, dryly.

Lev shot Cameron a look before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “I don’t know-”

“So there is a toy halo?” Cameron asked.

“I haven’t seen most of that stuff in well over a century. I figured it was worth a look, though. But I wanted to check with you before I told her I’d come.”

“You’re not planning on taking my baby into angel territory, are you,” Cameron asked, frowning at Lev.

Lev looked at Cam, confused. “No,” he said, “I was going to leave her here with you. Which is why I wanted to ask first.”

“Wow, you’re abandoning us,” Nik said, dryly. “Bring a baby into the mix and you’re already taking off. Should have known.”

“I don’t have to go.” Hurt and anxiety were plain on Lev’s face. “She said she’d bring what she could find if I can’t, she just misses me. And I kinda miss her. But I don’t have to go. If you need me to stay.”

Nik rolled his eyes. “Will you relax. Stars, you need to learn to take a joke. I think we can handle an infant for a day.”

Cameron said, “Go. You’re not required to stay in this house twenty-four seven.”

“No, but I figured communication was important.” Lev lifted a shoulder, half shrugging awkwardly as he pulled out his phone, likely to text his grandmother. “She’ll probably want me to stay the night, but I’ll be back by the next morning.”

“Fine,” Cameron said. “Just make sure to call before you get back. So I know you didn’t get killed in your sleep.”

“Gramma wouldn't let anything happen to me,” Lev said, looking very confused.

Cameron just snorted softly, but said nothing. Clearly he had about as faith in angels as he did literally anything else. He probably thought that Raziel would kill Lev in his sleep, or something as equally ridiculous.

“So. We’re going to be left alone with a six month old,” Nik said. “Honestly, it can’t be that hard.”

Lev gave Nik a look. “Maybe I should stay home.” “Ye of little faith,” Nik said. “We’ll be fine. Go eat with you grandmother. Cam and I will play house with the demon baby. It’ll be fun.”

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Bound by Choice ― V.ii. I Have a Rendezvous with Death

PAIRING: OC x OC x OC (Valdas x Isseya x Cynbel) RATING: Mature (reader discretion advised)

⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽

⥼ Bound by Choice ⥽

Before there were Clans and Councils, before the fate of the world rested in certain hands, before the rise and fall of a Shadow King ― there was the Trinity. Three souls intertwined in the early hands of the universe who came to define the concept of eternity together. Because that was how they began and how they hoped to end; together. For over 2,000 years Valdas, Cynbel, and Isseya have walked through histories both mortal and supernatural. But in the early years of the 20th century something happened―something terrible. Their story has a beginning, and this is the end.

Bound by Choice and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series. Find out more [HERE].

Note: Choice is the only book in the series not based on an existing Choices story. It is set in the Bloodbound universe and features many canon characters.

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⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽

"Trust me now more than you have ever trusted me in all our lives and all our years." But... he vowed. He vowed.

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“Which one of them gave me up?” I knew I shouldn’t have used that ugly name again.

His eyes sweep through the wreckage of the trench. The wall supports are starting to cave in. Another shell might just bury them both.

Serafine doesn’t answer.

Fine. “I’d be happy to continue this on higher ground.”

“Non, here will do.”

“What is it with you and tunnels beneath the earth?”

Even through the smoke he can see the way she curls her upper lip in disgust. He swears that even as the dark plumes grow darker still he can see her spit at him from afar.

Not much has changed about Serafine Dupont in the centuries since he saw her last. Her hair woven tight back then crowns her soot-stained forehead now; stray curls peek their way around her temples, her cheeks. Admittedly Cynbel prefers her in this close-cut uniform, even more in that it doesn’t bear enemy colors.

Her admirers might choose to keep la belle de Paris pristine in their memories; donned masque with laughter and seduction on her tongue. But he is no admirer and sees her now as he did then; wreathed in flame and staged upon a scene of needless death.

Needless… The thought burrows and takes root as a pounding in his temples. New to him but that made it no less true. Even as he catches the distant final beats of a heart losing too much blood he thinks it… needless.

They had died, fine. But had they needed to? To suit his amusement, perhaps. As the war had suited his amusement up until tonight.

Behind Cynbel the sandbags yield. Earth and debris sliding full to brimming and he has to step closer to her, to the relative safety of a load-bearing door frame.

“You are an arrogant fool to take your eyes off of me.”

It brings him back to her with a humorless laugh. “I’ve been called a fool for many reasons. Better reasons that that one, anyway.”

“It is the kindest of words I can think for you,” he definitely doesn’t imagine how she spits this time, “le tueur.”

At least accuse him for a murder he’s responsible for. It’s bloody London all over again, isn’t it. Cynbel claws at the patch on his uniform sleeve, colors just barely recognizable through the dirt.

“Bear the colors, Dupont. Why would I kill my own soldiers?”

“Ha! That is rich coming from you.”

It’s out of pride that he keeps his hands firmly at his sides; endures the ringing in his ears agitated by her shrill remarks. His head is healed, the two lower ribs snapped back into place by now. But his eardrums take their sweet fucking time don’t they?

Cynbel blinks through colorless sparks behind his eyes and names them embers. Across the aisle Serafine raises her chin defiant. Not spit this time — it’s pure venom that flies from her tongue in words.

“Or were their lives not a sacrifice you deemed worth making?”

Then Serafine twitches her hand and pulls his world out from under his feet. The silence of a land cleared for war replaced by the hollow barely-there echoes of the city. The smell of burning no longer all around but faint and hidden below. The moon is the same one that hung in both skies but there are no shells here, these cobbled streets have seen no falling angels of war, so she bathes them full and bright in her light.

Serafine still looks like Serafine. A quick glance, the drag of his nails over military-issued cloth; Cynbel still looks like Cynbel too.

But Belgium is three hundred years away and all the slumbering souls in Paris know not of the war that rages beneath their feet. It’s the opposite of a miracle; beautiful but aberrant. And in all his years the Golden Son has never seen or experienced the like.

“What — how did we…?”

“Over the years I thought of many ways to play this out,” the vampiress says instead, “whether here or in the burning husk of the former grand hall. Then I wondered if somewhere else would be more fitting. You certainly gave me a variety of choices over the decades; les Trois Amants gouging the world wherever they went, all the catastrophe you left in your wake. I wanted this to serve as a reflection for you. The theatre had to be carefully chosen. It had to mean something.

“But I do not care about that any longer. I do not care if your brazen act of massacre on this night meant nothing to you when it was finished. It matters to me and that, Cynbel, is more than enough.”

Slow and sure he begins to understand.

“This is a memory of that night. Yours or mine?”

“Neither. It is the memory of Paris herself.”

The years haven’t been kind to Serafine’s sanity; that much is clear. But the risk is worth it when Cynbel looks at his back with the fleeting hope that Valdas and Isseya would be standing there now as they had been that night. He remembered them, she did too.

Paris, however, did not.

“It’s a feat of remarkable power and psychic skill.” He’ll give her that because to say otherwise simply isn’t correct. “Are we still in the trenches — physically, I mean. Ah well, burning flesh has never been my favorite part of war so I should thank you for making that go away at the least.

“I’d be obliged if you showed me the trick of it. There are quite a number of memories I wouldn’t mind bringing back for a little while…” Cynbel’s voice trails off with his thoughts but the damage is done. Bewilderment, outrage, vengeance twist through Serafine inside and out. And all in concert with the ringing in his ears as it grows, and grows, and grows.

“I know it was you who fired the gun.”

It grabs his attention and that’s all she wants. Because she waits until she has it to show him a second of her (apparently many) skills. Another twitch; not even. A shadow of a gesture.

BANG.

So loud and hollow and real that Cynbel feels muscle memory recoil from the pistol weight. It sends him staggering off balance, leaves him struggling to find himself firmly planted again but still in this psychic Paris.

That memory could be no one else’s; of that Cynbel’s certain. He laughs and laughs at it but with the pain growing in his temples he can’t quite tell if it’s from amusement or growing uncertainty.

The elder vampire shakes it off and steels himself with clenched teeth. His fangs ache sheathed in his gums. “Not like I covered my tracks that deeply — not to the right eye.”

“The supernatural eye.”

“The humans were content,” he flashes her a cheeky wink, “and I was in for a good spanking.”

“Are you really so blind to the enormity of your actions?!”

“Are you really here to scold me?”

What was hiding behind shadows of movements comes into the light with a war cry. Her voice shatters in her throat and with a wide gesture she throws Cynbel through the air. Pushes him prone with unseen forces against the nearest building wall. The stone should yield under the weight of him but Paris does not remember a crumbling wall, so there isn’t one.

He collides with a sharp jerk of his neck. Feels pain lance through him white-hot and growing hotter even when the force vanishes as quickly as it came and sends him crumpling to the alley flagstones.

Fucking psychics. It feels like their travels through China all over again.

And that answers a great number of questions. Many on the topic of pain.

Cynbel struggles—actually struggles, first time in… in he doesn’t know how long—he pull himself up and put his spine back in the position it’s meant to be in. Serafine watches with seething satisfaction and her laugh drips mockery thick as blood.

She approaches him slowly. Each step purposeful; an announcement. And with her advance every. single. time he feels it — hears that ringing like a hammer forging with his skull at the anvil.

“You, like the rabid hound of hell that you are, plunged the world into this war. This isn’t a religious campaign or a mere battle of territories, Cynbel. This is nations, continents! There are millions dead and more yet to come before it ends and you dare to ask me if I am here to—to scold you?! As if you are some child incapable of grasping consequences?!”

When she’s close enough Cynbel takes his turn and spits on her muddy boots.

“Well pardon me, since that’s what it looks like.”

“You are a monster!”

Serafine psychic grip is far less dainty then she; he learns this the hard way. Can feel something pop out of place as her invisible power wrenches him from his knees and a head above her. The spread of her fingers shaking in wrath, in righteous justice spreading his limbs very near free of the rest of him.

Whatever she’s doing — some part of the memory, her psychic fury made physical, everything is too needled at the edges for Cynbel to know — it hurts. Pain like he hasn’t felt in millennia. The boar that gouged his side when he was a child. The first of his Made-God’s kisses that devoured his throat.

He isn’t healing. Or not like he should. And he will continue to suffer so long as Serafine wishes it.

No, not wishes. She demands it. And here on the battlefield of her own choosing his body can do nothing but yield.

Through her power she binds him at the throat; head held high and unable to look away from her bared fangs, her hellish eyes. “You are a monster,” she repeats, “and worse — you know it. You have always known it. Haven’t you?”

He doesn’t even try to answer; doesn’t think he could if he wanted to and his defiance tightens her hold. “I said haven’t you!”

“Yes —” Cynbel’s blood tastes burned at the back of his throat and leaves him choking on it, “— I am a monster. Yes — I know it. I know the war was my doing. I know there are millions dead for it. The millions before them, too, were my doing.”

But Serafine doesn’t care about them. He’s near certain she doesn’t even care about any of the bodies piled higher than mountains behind Cynbel, behind his beloveds. She only cares about them.

His lips peel back to fangs red with his own blood. “Just like I know every dead vampire under your feet was my doing too. I always have. But you seem to be laboring under a delusion that says otherwise.”

“I assure you I see everything very clearly.”

“Do you now…? Because what I see is the scared young hostess; the pathetic waif that would rather flee in cowardice than take up arms. How many of my dead could have been saved had you stayed to fight?”

Serafine backhands him. A physical touch. One that stings physically and fades like all wounds should. And he prefers it that way — all psychic blows lack the passion and heat of the fight. Of the kill.

And no one has ever claimed him lacking in passion.

“I thought as much.”

“You cannot twist blame onto me. I mourn your dead; even the ones I do not know. I must.”

“And why the fuck is that?”

“I see the threat you pose!”

“Let me free and I’ll show you how much of a threat I can be.”

“Not you — not you alone. But you — your blasphemous Trinity.”

The surprise of it stuns him. It lasts just long enough for the vampiress’ own passion to make her falter. Just a little — a little is more than enough.

He finds the place where her psychic bonds are weakest. Cynbel wrenches his leg free of them with a primal growl and finds the crunch when his boot collides with her face undeniably satisfying. Serafine staggers back, howls at the pain and all of those little psychic bonds quickly unravel at the seams without her to keep them woven.

Paris melts around them. Buildings, the cathedral in the distance, even the moon melting like candles until they are left back in what remains of the trenches — smells, sounds and all.

In the distance thunder — not thunder, thunder holds strength but he can hear only power — more shells, then. The enemy are determined to claim the land in victory and they spread their fingers out wide to do it. Like Serafine had.

Serafine who groans on her knees and rushes to stand. Blood and dirt caked to her chin and neck while her hair comes down in curls around her face. It brings a wildness to the sight of her.

It brings him to finally see the murderous intent in her eyes. It’s been there the whole time. But Cynbel let himself ignore it; he had to. The war has made him weary but he’s still him. Still Cynbel, the Golden Son, firstborn of Valdemaras — he is the wars raged across the world throughout time.

He is weary but not enough to die. And Valdas promised to take him home.

Serafine was as little of a threat then as she is now. Or that’s what he’s allowed himself to believe.

“You three will be the death of us all.”

Pop — he rolls his shoulder bone back in place. “Cut the dramatics.”

“I see it. Kamilah sees it too. And Gaius would — if the destruction in your wake interfered with his plans again.”

Again, she says it like she was there, the arrogance… “You’re trying my patience.”

“Be it human or vampire you three have proven endlessly the havoc you will wreak in one another’s name.”

“What the fuck else do you expect?!” It was a lie — he has no patience for her to try. Cynbel pins her to the door frame holding on for dear life and they aren’t in a memory, not anymore. The wood creaks in warning.

“No one understands. No one can — no one has the capacity not even fucking Kamilah Sayeed.” He laughs; weak, lamenting. “I gave up trying long ago because of this — you. Those like you.”

Her sneer is pitiless. “We are the ones who have suffered; the ones who have lost and grieved because of your obsessive, destructive love!”

He’s cut out tongues and torn hearts in two for lesser insults. Which he’ll choose for her will be entirely dependent on time.

“Wrong! You are the ones who see us in pieces, fragments. You come into our lives and judge us in your entirety but you—you and all others like you are so. very. temporary. You don’t deserve the right to judge us but you take it anyway. Where you see your beloved Paris we see the land that was crushed to build it. Where you see what you call obsession we… we…”

If Cynbel had continued the shell that makes impact a hundred paces ahead would have drowned him out. But he’s trying at a fruitless pursuit the Trinity has been struggling against for two thousand years. Trying to put words where they are none that tell the story fully, none that can fill the vastness of their hearts and instead leave them with scraps.

“We have seen—done—lost so much. We are our constant. And nothing I could say could ever give you enough to feel it for yourself. Not if we had hours. Not if we had days, years. And I’m… I’m sorry for that. I could never live without it.”

Let her judge us, he thinks. She already has and she will continue to for as long as I keep her alive. And she is not the first nor will she be the last.

He wants to let it go. For Valdas waiting for him in whatever remains of the nearby town. For Isseya waiting for them both to return to her. He wants to let it go.

But that won’t save them. Serafine Dupont is unique — she’s gotten closer than anyone ever has before. But what of the Serafine that follows her; the faceless figure who follows in her footsteps? Or the one after that? Maybe not now, maybe not in a hundred years… maybe not even for another two thousand. But one day… that’s all it will take.

He won’t be enough to save them.

The next shell lands close enough they both flinch. Misses the vampires and the crumbling trenches only enough for chunks of Belgian soil to rain down overhead. Serafine tries to fight him off to no avail. He will always be older — he will always be stronger.

Cynbel blinks back tears from stinging eyes. Dirt and ash and smoke and the dead all around them.

He isn’t quite sure her tears are quite the same.

“You would let the rest of the world grieve…” he catches every vibration, every hesitation with his hand on her throat, “… so you never have to?”

“For them… yes.”

He knows from the moment the word leaves his lips that, to Serafine at least, he’s made the wrong choice. But he tried; he did. He tried to help her—make her understand.

Because loving them was never a choice.

Her attack comes unexpected. Because he loves them, because he misses them, though more likely because not every psychic blow is dealt outside the mind.

She drills a hot poker through his popped eardrums and skewers his head upon it. She makes the ringing in his ears louder and louder and endlessly tolling with every church bell he’s ever heard. She transmutes every nerve and thought into brittle glass, shatters them, and puts them back together at jagged angles that bleed him dry.

Serafine is too focused to hear the high-pitched whistle; the song the last shell sings through the air.

It doesn’t miss.

read: I Have a Rendezvous with Death by Alan Seeger

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freddy-hughes · 4 years

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Trials and Tribulations - Velvet Spinnerets Pt 2

Freddy crashed through the forest like a bat out of hell.

His ursine form was both a blessing, and a curse. The thickness of his hide made the underbrush, and low hanging branches hardly more than a nuisance, but the clumsiness of his large paws made him stumble. He was fumbling through the web wrought trees, mindful of his steps as the spider had captured him that way before. However the skittering above his head did little to bolster focus: she was hot on his heels.

“Why do you run, little cub?” She asked, voice condescending as she chased him. “Do you think the bear will save you now? Where is he, hmm? Do you see him?”

Freddy didn’t bother to answer. He just ran. Massive paws pushed the thick brush aside, head ducking to avoid the webs, but his lungs were heaving. He hadn’t been in this form in years, and though it felt inviting, and gave him comfort he couldn’t help but feel just as helpless as he had before. Though he had large paws tipped with even bigger claws, and a maw with fangs cut to size, he didn’t know how to use them effectively. Instead he just felt like a bigger target.

“What do you think you’re running too? There is nothing beyond this forest for you. Nothing worth going home too. Why do you bother? Give in, little cub. Give in, and succumb.”

His limbs felt heavy. Whatever the Spider had done when she bit him it was now beginning to settle into his bones. He felt sluggish, and no matter how hard Freddy pushed himself it seemed as though he were running through thick mud mixed with clay. He couldn’t get away fast enough. Couldn’t run far enough. He felt himself start to slow down. Tears that his eyes could not shed burned at the corners, frustration tearing through his heart like white hot lightning.

I just have to get home. Just a little further. Come on. Come on Freddy! Damn it, come on!!

He made it through the thick underbrush, only to find himself in a clearing of felled trees, their stumps covered in webs, and egg sacks. Death was heavy in the air here. It hung over the area like a dense fog, and sprinkled within the webs were the bones of meals long forgotten, those already finished, and the remains of fresh kills wrapped up in webs, and left to hang. His paws fumbled in the dirt to slow his momentum, legs flailing as he barely avoided crashing right into one of the webs.

It was, effectively, a dead end. It was time to turn, and fight. Freddy whipped around, limbs feeling numb, and searched the canopy for the spider that chased him here. He couldn’t see her, the dense branches casting everything in obscure light. He knew she was there though. Slowly, Freddy moved around the clearing, head on a swivel, and when a branch cracked behind him, he turned, and wildly swung. His paw found nothing but air, and the forward momentum pitched him ass over tea kettle. Freddy fumbled to the ground, and laid there for a moment. His chest rose with labored breaths, eyes closed, and when he opened them he noticed the deep rivers of blood soaking through his massive furred arm.

The wounds from where the spider had bitten him, fed off his life essence, had not closed. Instead they bled freely, leaving his brown fur soaked in the sanguine liquid, and his body weak. The small pool of it soaked into the ground around his paw, and though it took more effort than necessary to get back to his feet, Freddy did what he could.

“How do you feel, little morsel? Weak? Like your head is swimming? It’s only a matter of time now. All I have to do is wait.”

Freddy wobbled on his paws. The weight was too much to hold up, and his legs shook with the effort. He whipped his head from side to side vigorously, trying to clear the fog, and focus. It would dissipate for a moment, only to roll in denser, and thicker than before. So this would be it then. This would be the way it had to be. What the forest claimed, belonged to the forest. Freddy knew this. He had learned this. He thought he could change it. He couldn’t.

“Come, and finish it then.” he called to the trees. “What’s the point in just waiting? Why don’t we end this now. Come on. Let it be finished.”

She laughed, the sound echoing through the canopy almost mockingly. It came from every direction, the cacophony of a thousand condescending voices laughing all at once. If she had an army of spiders, then she had that. If they all descended on him at once, then that is how it would be. Though his legs wobbled beneath him, he would stand as firmly as he could.

“What are you waiting for? Let this be done.” He tried again, and though his vision fell in and out of focus, he could see her massive body emerging from the tree line. She had forgone the earlier human visage, and instead stood before him in all her glory. Massive, larger than the human mind could comprehend, with hundreds of black eyes fixated on him. They were each an abyss so deep one could lose their mind if they looked within them long enough. Yet he knew they were all looking at him, and him alone. Massive mandibles twitched as though salivating, the large fangs glinting in the low evening light.

“I haven’t had a meal fight as hard as you, little morsel. It’s been such a nice change of pace. Such a wonderful treat. It’s also been quite fun to see what they promised me on the other side. To see their little creation wander around, act the part of the mad fool, only to lure more, and more here to me.”

If she could smile, she would be, and Freddy felt a shiver roll up his spine at the prospect of seeing it.

“It would almost be a shame to kill you. You’ve provided me with such wonderful entertainment. I wonder how long I can keep you alive here. I wonder what would happen if I did kill you. Would their little wicker doll just fall apart? Oh that would be so gloriously wonderful. Especially if it happened at her house, don’t you think? I wonder if she would come looking for you. Oh that would be a delight. Let her find your bones picked clean in my webs…”

She was stalling him. Waiting to let the venom takes hold, to fog his mind until he collapsed. What she didn’t realize, is that while Freddy was shaking, it wasn’t due to his beleaguered legs. He was angry. Furious really. Decaying ursine lips pulled back over yellow fangs, a growl from deep in his bones rumbling through his body.

“Shut your mouth,” He growled, a threatening tone to his voice he didn’t think possible. “You leave her out of this. This is between you, and me.”

Again she laughed.

“Oh but that’s just it, little morsel. What makes you think you can stop me?”

Freddy felt something inside him snap. Something he had long repressed. Something he didn’t think he had in him, because his teacher had taught him to quiet the primal side of their transformations. He had promised Freddy that his hands would only bring healing, and never harm, and Freddy had believed that. However, all those that took on the animal forms of the forest, knew that primal yearning lurked deep in their souls. The bear was no different. Whatever it was that sparked within him, now blazed to life like a wildfire. It shot through his veins, white hot, and everything seemed to blur as he roared so loudly his throat ruptured, sending blood, and spit flying.

Freddy charged forward, rage blinding him. He barreled towards the Spider, everything but her grotesque carapace blurred around him. He saw her, and only her. The rest was red. He crashed into her with a resounding splat, the strength of his shoulders slamming into her legs in a vain attempt to topple her. She was much too big to take on her own, but her legs, and girth were a weakness. If he could take out her legs, he could get her vulnerable. Black legs skittered along his back, and sides, feeling him all over in an attempt to get a foothold. Fangs glinted against his face, but two massive paws pressed against either side of her mandibles. Freddy growled, the fires burning within eyeless sockets blazing with his emotional response.

“Give in, little morsel,” She struggled against his paws to speak, but managed to get the words out. “You are nothing but a stone in the forest. Forgotten. You are but a memory no longer visited.”

“I said shut your mouth!”

Freddy dug his claws into either side of those twitching mandibles, and with a resounding roar, ripped them downwards. He felt the carapace rip asunder, the black goop she called blood spilling onto the forest floor. She howled in pain, legs recoiling beneath her, but those eyes stayed fixated on him. The mandibles were holding on by a mere thread, the two of them twitching awkwardly, and oozing the same black goop like saliva onto the grass below. She shook with rage, legs unfurling from beneath her, and pushing her back to her full height. The spider dwarfed Freddy, even in his bear form.

“How dare you,” She seethed. “I’ll make sure you die painfully slowly in my webs, and when she comes to look for you? I’ll make her watch you decay even further.”

She lunged at Freddy, massive fangs digging deep into the back of his neck as instincts made him duck his head low. Her legs wrapped all the way around his body, clamping down tightly to try, and pin him down. Her fangs punctured deep, on either side of his spine, but the sting of it invigorated Freddy further. Now that she was attached to him, she went where he went. So Freddy ran. He barreled through the forest in a way that would seem almost comical if he didn’t have a massive spider attached to his back. His legs were clumsy, purposefully crashing into rocks, trees, trunks, the ground, or really anything that would potentially dislodge her. A particularly low hanging fallen tree came into view, and Freddy made a straight line for it. He would fit beneath it, but the spider atop his back wasn’t quite so lucky. She slammed against the tree, the force of Freddy’s forward momentum knocking her off of him with a sickening thud. Blood went flying as her fangs were dislodged, and though she skittered against the ground to try and find her footing, Freddy didn’t stop.

The edge of the forest was right ahead of him, the webs having slowly begun to recede as he got closer, and closer to the edge of her domain. If he could just make it a few more feet, a little more, he would be safe. The spider was howling, wailing, screaming with a thousand voices behind him. The skittering sounds of her legs upon the webs above him were booming in his ears, frantic in her chase, but Freddy was getting closer, and closer to his destination.

With the last of his energy, the venom coursing through his body twice over now, Freddy crashed into the clearing, and fell down a small incline. His body rag dolled, tumbling ass over tea kettle, until finally he landed with a sickening thud against the cold ground beneath him. Blood pooled around him, soaking the once pristine green red. He heaved, body shaking, and with the last of his energy felt the well worn cloak of the bear slip away.

Freddy laid there on the grass for a moment, feeling it beneath his skin as he tried to focus on breathing. Everything felt fuzzy, far away, and spinning. He coughed, warm blood soaking his tongue as it dribbled down his chin. “Shit…” He whispered, those tears that stung at his eyes finally spilling free. “I just want to get home...please...please, I just want to get home…”

With great effort, Freddy pushed himself to roll over onto his back. His arms rag dolled above his head, fingers twitching as the venom coursed through his veins. It would destroy him from the inside out, he knew this. He felt the fire of it burning away all sensations, and liquefying the muscles. The fox was right: he would die here in the forest, alone, and forgotten. The spider was right: he would now become a stone in the forest, visited, and then forgotten.

The tears came endlessly now, dry sobs racking his body as blood pooled in the back of his throat, and threatened to choke him. He thought of happier times, days spent on porches watching the clouds. Tea filled mugs cradled between hands, legs tangled together, sharing a single blanket before the fire. Laughter, and happiness. Plans for a family. Giddily discussing names for future children. Tender touches in the low morning light. Things that could have been. Things that should have been.

“I wish you would’ve listened for once in your fuckin’ life about venturin’ so deep into the forest on your own…”

Her voice floats on the wind, barely audible whispers rustled between the leaves. He hears it so perfectly, and a sad kind of smile touches at his blood stained lips. He hadn’t listened. No matter who would warn him: Lydia, Grams, his mother. It didn’t matter. He knew the corruption was out there, he just had to find it. So he looked, and he looked, and wound up here. What arrogance. The guilt strikes him in the heart, rips what’s left of it asunder as new sobs mixed with wet coughs send blood splattering around his face.

“I’m so sorry Lyds,” He whispers to the forest, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t listen. I should’ve. I’m sorry I didn’t make it home…”

His eyes feel heavy, the feeling in his limbs having long since vanished. He lays there on the forest floor, looking upwards at the never ending dusk as the leaves sway in the breeze. It would have been pretty, if it were any other time. “I’m so sorry…”

His eyes closed, the lids to heavy to fight anymore. It was time, he decided. What the Forest claimed, belonged to it. What it wanted, it took. He was no different, like the hatching on the ground, or the mother fox in the hovel, or the deer in the webs. It was time.

A nearly imperceptible weight pressed against his chest. A wet nose sniffing at his face. Paws as light as feathers grew frantic, pushing, and digging against his chest. The nose grew more insistent, pushing against his cheeks, and licking up the blood in a vain attempt at healing. Soft cries pierced through the fog of his mind, and with monumental effort, Freddy peeked one eye open.

Haskell sat on his chest, looking down at him with mismatched eyes: one blue, one gold.

“Hey buddy,” He croaked, blood seeping into a river down the corner of his mouth. “I’m sorry buddy...I’m so sorry…”

“Come on Freddy,” The gentle voice whispered in his mind. “It isn’t time yet. Come on. We have to keep going.”

“I know, buddy, I know...but...I don’t think I’ll make it this time.”

“Yes, Freddy, you will. Through death, comes new life. The cycle never ends. Give unto the forest what it is due, but you are not due to it. Not yet. Get up. You are not done here. You still have to go home.”

Freddy laughed, softly, and with great pain. His eyes closed, squeezing more tears from his beleaguered eyes. “I don’t think I can make it home, Haskell ...not anymore.”

The little fox sat atop his chest, tail wrapped around his body. He looked down at Freddy with sad eyes, watching him struggle to stay awake, and breath.

“Though death may claim all things, it is not the end. New life springs anew. As the fires burn away the old, through the ashes the grass still grows. Though decay, and rot may take away the flesh, life flourishes above. You are one with the forest, and the forest is you. What the forest takes, it will grant anew. Have you forgotten this?”

Where his blood had pooled around him, grass had begun to grow. Where once decayed leaves laid beneath frost, flowers bloomed. Warmth radiated from the once cold earth, humming comfortably beneath him. Vines sprung from the fauna, wrapping around his arms, legs, and chest like a lovers warm embrace. The flowers bloomed along his chest, sprouting with life giving fragrance as they drank deep of his life essence. What Freddy gave the forest, it took, and returned to him.

“I’m sorry, Haskell. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.” Freddy whispered, eyes growing fuzzy.

“Rest, Freddy. Rest, and bloom anew. What you have given, will be returned to you.”

He closed his eyes, unable to fight it, but instead of a cold, dreamless sleep, he wandered verdant fields of ever blooming flowers, with the warm sun on his face.

#| Freddy Hughes |#| Trials and Tribulations |#| My writing |#poor freddy ain't having a good time

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