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smollangrycat · 1 year

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Ikran, Pt 4

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Quick Note - FINAL CHAPTER! Hi, thank you to everybody who has been enjoy this fic it has ment the world to me to see that you guys are enjoying my story’s. So here we are part 4 - 9,205 words later. I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this as I have really loved writing it 😁🥹🥰

Summary

(Pre Avatar: WOW) When 12 year old Alue’k is told by her parents that they don’t feel she’s ready for her Iknimaya she feels the need to prove them wrong … in a rather stupid way.

Warnings

Slight gore/mention of injury

Language

Mention of premature birth/ difficult brith (There is a TW so u can skip that part it’s not essential)

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment.

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Alue’k basked in the warmth of her brothers hug, just enjoying the comfort and company.

Lo’ak smiled, he remembered so clearly how a younger Alue’k would claim hugs can make anything better and she would rather eat Ikran shit than admit otherwise.

Eh, what can you aspect from a girl that a carbon copy of her (extremely stubborn) father.

The moment was quickly disturbed as the sound of an Ikran landing caught their attention. A figure dismounted the Ikran and made his way over to the group. As he grew closer a knot started to twist itself in Alue’k stomach as her grip grew a little tighter on her brothers.

It was their father.

Lo’ak and Neteyam shared a concerned look, which wasn’t helping with Alue’ks growing worry at all.

The man in question all but charged at his children but at a calm pace trying to keep some level of composure.

It wasn’t working very well.

Once Jake had reached his children he stood tall, towering over them. Alue’k stared at her feet worrying on her bottom lip and wringing her hands, she could practically feel her father burning gaze on her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she nervously let go of Neteyam and Lo’ak. Slightly lifting her head to give them a small smile showing that’s she would be ok … probably.

Both boys have small reassuring smiles before turning to face their father. Neteyam stood tall matching Jakes posture while Lo’ak stood slightly slouched looking more comfortable but the way his tail flickered in agitation and worry betrayed his facade.

Neteyam met his fathers gaze Jakes eyes were strong and determined but right now they seemed dazed and … tired.

Who wouldn’t be? He’s been up for hours searching for his little girl who has a history of reckless behaviour. For all Jake knew his baby could have been laying broken and dead at the bottom of the floating mountains.

Neteyam tried to ease his dads worries, he always looked out for his siblings, making sure they were safe. However Alue’k was … different. She didn’t back down, wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to prove her worth … which normally lead to her doing something stupid.

Even if she never had to, she struggled to see her worth. Her size and stature often acting as a hindrance to her … adventurous activities.

her entire family valued her they couldn’t imagine a life without her. Neteyam couldn’t understand how someone who is loved by others so much could feel so … alone.

He can’t even imagine what life would be like without his baby sister who’s always trying to make others laugh and smile. He can’t imagine what life would be like without any of his siblings but again Alue’k is just … different.

Who would make there dad laugh, lighten his mood when there in trouble and would bring out their fathers goofy side when she declared a tickle fight.?

Who would make their mom smile when she looked at the way her arrows were entangled with pretty flowers and colourful plants or bring out the smile their mother reserved for when she was being bombarded with story’s of all the funny things Tonôwa had managed to do in just one day?

Who would Lo’ak spend hours joking around with, causing all sorts of trouble?

Who would kiri have to share her secrets, a confidant who would give the best advice?

Who would wait behind with Tuk so she didn’t feel left out from the big kid games, who would always find a way to cheer her up when she was sad or know the right words to say when Tuk felt inadequate?

And finally he thought who would hug him the hardest when he was struggling with all the pressures of being his parents golden son, to show him it was ok to mess up and make mistakes. To not have the weight of his sibling on his back at all times?

Alue’k.

Neteyam looked at his father and watched as he sighed, pulling his hand own his face.

Jake looked at Neteyam jerking his head to the side signalling to him that he was to go home. He nodded, gently but firmly grabbing his brother by the arm and dragged him back to where their Ikran were waiting.

Once they had mounted their respected Ikran, Lo’ak turned to his older brother.

Lo’ak - She’ll be ok, right?

Neteyam met Lo’aks eyes which were filled with worry, he gave his brother a reassuring smile.

Neteyam - She’ll be fine.

That’s what he hoped. With that the brothers flew back home to wait for their father and sisters return. leaving Alue’k to her fate.

The thick silence that followed the brothers as they left was … intimidating.

The younger of the two Na’vi was still focused on her hands as she all but nearly dislocate her fingers with the force she was putting into fiddling with them.

Jake let out a long dawn out breath. Not a sigh but … yeah it was a sigh. He looked at his daughter a frown growing onto his face as his brows knitted together. Jake folded his arms all the while staring at his daughter.

His baby girl. Who he almost lost … again! At this point he was starting to lose count of the amount of time his child has endangered herself and almost died. He was exhausted. Not of his child but the worry and fear that was weighting on him.

When he woke up this morning to find her missing it felt as if his hart had stoped right there and then. Waking up Neytiri with shaking hands and calling out a search party to find his little girl who hopefully hadn’t joined Awa in the time it took him to find her missing.

He took in the sight of his little girl, watching her fidget and not making eye contact. He noticed the makeshift turner kit on her arm noting how the wound looked deep and might even need a few stitches … that’ll be fun.

Jake was just staring at her and Alue’k felt so nervous and some other emotion she couldn’t name.

Yeah, she new what she had down was reckless and stupid but she needed to prove herself … she had to … right.

Is that why she couldn’t look at her dad … was she ashamed, embarrassed? No, thats not it. She was proud of her accomplishment, of her victory but if that wasn’t it … what was it?

Jake - What were you thinking? You could have been killed, is that what you want? To leave this family broken so you can have a joy ride?

Jake didn’t mean his words … well not all of them. He was angry and he wanted to get his point across to his daughter. He didn’t want to loose his baby, why was that so hard for her to understand?

Alue’k stoped fidgeting instead focusing all her energy of the ground and if willing Awa to swallow her hole.

Jake - What you did was dangerous and reckless. Awas sake, and for what? To prove that your grown, that your ready for the responsibility of being a hunter?

Alue’k stood still with bated breath, eyes still glued to the ground. Tears had started to grow in the corner of her eyes as she stops a silent sob from escaping her throat.

Fuck. She couldn’t do anything right. She had completed her Iknimaya, she had earned an Ikran so for the love of Awa why was her father still not proud of her. Why dose he still not believe in her, is she truly that hopeless that her accomplishment mean nothing?

Jake, not noticing his daughters change in dementor continues, only one thing going through his mind. His baby could of died today.

Jake - All you’ve done is prove that your not mature enough, that your not ready! Do you know how stupid this was, how recklessly life endangering your actions where? We could of lost you today!

Silent hot tears had started to make there was down Alue’ks face. Why couldn’t she be better? Why … why couldn’t she just do it right? Wait. She had done it, maybe not conventionally but she had done it, damit! So why was her dad so pissed?

Alue’k looked at her dad a new ferocity hitting her like a wave hitting a cliffs edge, she hissed angrily as her fathers ears twitched.

Alue’k - Why can’t you just be proud of me! I know I’m not perfect, I know I came out wrong but the least you could do is let me at least think you believe in me!

Her voice came out as a yell, voice hoarse from holding back sobs. Jakes eyes widened in shock … what?

Alue’k took his expression as one of being caught out and continued as hot tears ran down her face.

Alue’k - I know that you don’t believe in me, I’m nothing, I’m useless and I can’t do shit! I’m slower than Neteyam, I’m not as smart as kiri, I’m not as brave as Lo’ak, I’m not as helpful as Tuk! I’m not good enough, I know!

Her yelling continues, she had wrapped her arms around herself growing desperate for any form of comfort.

Jake looked at his daughter the weight of her words pressing down on him. Is this what she though? Is this what his baby had been carrying around with her since who in the hell knows how long? Had he truly failed as a parent this much, had he failed his baby girl?

Alue’k had went back to staring at her feet, her feeling had brought on a new exhaustion she didn’t know existed.

Jake sighed for what felt like the millionth time today as he moved closer to the girl and lifted his daughters chin up so she was looking him in the eye.

Jake - Alue’k, I see you.

Jake found his daughters words harte breaking. He couldn’t believe what he had heard, his baby girl had been suffering and had no idea. He was so focused on the idea of protecting her from the outside world that he didn’t realise what was happening to her on the inside.

Alue’k sobbed clinging onto her father as he brought her in for a hug. He held her tight almost as if she would disappear if he loosened his grasp.

Jake sat on the ground, pulling his daughter to sit on his lap as he made a comforting rumbling noise from his chest. Alue’k leans into her fathers hug as her sobs slowly turn into sniffles.

The older Na’vi looked down at his daughter in his lap, a gentil smile gracing his face as he slowly rocked her back a forth in a comforting motion. Just like he had when she was a baby. (Well she was alway going to be his baby, no matter how old she was).

Jake - Have I ever told you the story of the day you were born?

Alue’k shook her head, her outburst of emotion had tiered her out and now she couldn’t muster the energy to talk.

Jake - You came into this world very early, you were too impatient to wait an extra a month. You just had to come out and meet everyone.

Jakes comment made the girl smile a soft chuckle leaving her chest, it was met by a smile from her father who was just happy to see his baby laughing … and alive, safe in his arms where he could protect her.

Jake - Your mother and I were so happy to meet you but you were so small, I could hold you with one hand.

Jake looked away for a moment as it it physically hurt him to say his next sentence … which it did. Nobody want to talk about their child almost being taken away from them, especially when they’ve bearly had the chance to get to know them.

Jake - When you were born you didn’t cry, you were completely silent. Your mother and I begged Awa to let you breathe, begged you to breathe then Awa answered us and your chest started to breathe. You started to cry and after that I never wanted to feel like I was losing you again.

-TW- (Mentions of difficult birth/ baby struggling to breath)

Jake didn’t mention some parts of the story as he didn’t think they were fit for a 12 year old.

He didn’t mention how Neytiri had spent hours in labour struggling to gain any progress in delivering her baby.

He didn’t mention Neytiris heartbroken cry’s at the realisation that their baby wasn’t breathing.

He didn’t mention how he had broken the newborns ribs doing CPR trying to get blood flowing through her body and air to her brain as her lungs seemed to fail her.

He didn’t mention that in his story as he still had nightmares about it.

(-End of TW-)

Jake - I see you Alue’k. You’re my baby girl who can do anything she sets her mind to. You always find a way to go on, you’re a tough kid. I believe in you. I’m just scared of losing you.

The tears that had subside only moment ago resurfaced as she clung to her father, mumbles of I’m sorry tumbling out of her mouth.

Jake just held her close shushing her, gently rocking her back and forth.

Jake - It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here. I’ve got you, your safe I promise.

After about an hour or so Alue’k calmed down and just sat comfortably in her dads arms. She finally mustered the strength to sit up a looked him in the eyes.

She understood now. While her insecurities where still there, she knew her father believed in her. He didn’t think she was not enough.

She smiled at him and he smiled back just enjoying each others silent company.

Jake - Your grounded.

Alue’k taken aback by the ruined moment looked at her father.

Alue’k - Daddddddddd!

Jake just chuckled a small bemused huff leaving his chest.

Jake - Don’t “dadddd” me baby girl, you snuck out and nearly got yourself killed. That’s fair ground for getting grounded.

Alue’k - Uhggg.

She slumped over, laying on her father while Jake just laughed stroking her hair out of her face.

An’ri who had sat patiently while her Na’vi … finally dealt with her unresolved emotions had decide that it was time to make an appearance.

She made her way over to the Na’vi and laid her head on her friends shoulder who erupted in giggles as it somehow managed to tickle her.

Jake cocked his head and gently held his hand out to the Ikran who looked at him wearily. An’ri turned to Alue’k and watched as she hugged him showing that he was not a danger.

So An’ri accepted his offer allowing the older Na’vi to stroke down her neck.

Alue’k - She’s death, so she can’t hear me when we’re not bonded so I’ve got to show her I’m safe in a different way.

Alue’k explained anticipating her fathers question, Jake only nods not expecting that answer but of course it was his daughter who managed to bond with the only death Ikran he had ever heard of.

He smiled to himself watching his daughter cuddle and coo to her Ikran, reminding him so much of the girls mother who had once done the same to her own.

Once again noticing the wound on his daughters arm her pulled her to him and inspected it. He looks at her asking a silent question of what happened.

Alue’k sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck with her other hand, chuckling nervously.

Alue’k - I kinda forgot the leather tie so I had to use my … arm instead.

Jake shakes his head in disbelief.

Jake - your going to be the death of me kid.

She drew in closer to her dad, cuddling close to him.

Alue’k - I know.

A mischievous smile crossed Alue’k face as she turned back to her dad.

Alue’k - Wanna race back to high camp?

A matching smirk crossed Jakes face.

Jake - Ok baby girl but I’m not going to go east on you.

Alue’k snorted as she picked up a sleeping Tonôwa and mounted her Ikran.

Alue’k - I was hoping you’d say that.

Jake just shook his head in amusement as he mounted his Ikran making the bond.

Jake looked at the fine young women his daughter was turning into … determined, strong, funny, caring he was so proud, he didn’t think there was a word for how much pride he had for his baby. For all his children.

Jake - Ready?

Alue’k smiles in agreement as she hold on to Tonôwa as she edges toward the cliffs face.

Jake smiled doing the same.

Alue’k - On 1. 3, 2, 1.

With that they took of racing each other through the floating mountains back to their home, back to their family.

Laughter filled the air as Alue’k did a flip, it was as if she was made to ride Ikran … maybe she was.

Once they finally reached home Alue’k was met with a very pissed Neytiri who cuffed her on the back of her head before bringing her into a bone crushing hug.

Alue’k - … Ow.

Neytiri - Foolish girl. Never again, don’t scare us like that again.

Alue’k pulls her mom closer cuddling into her.

Alue’k - I’m sorry mama.

It was almost a whisper but Neytiri heard it, she looked at her middle daughter cupping her face and smiled.

Neytiri - Oh my sweet girl.

She pulled Alue’k closer (If possible) to her and they just stood like that for a moment until Tuk joined.

Then kiri who laid her head on Neytiris shoulder and stood close to Alue’k (Kiri’s not a huge fan of hugs).

Lo’ak and Neteyam soon joined cuddling close to their sisters and mother.

Finally Jake joined in the group hug as well, his large arms engulfed the entire family, holding them close.

This is when Alue’k realised something very important. No matter what, this is where she always would want to be. Wrapped in her family loving, warm … safe embrace.

Alue’k smiled enjoying the warmth and thanked Awa for her breath … for her family.

The End.

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 1 year

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tw blood + murder ment //

Hear me out.. so the thought of Foul Legacy and Cilde being the same being, imagine witnessing the aftermath of the final cutscene with him from the Liyue archon quest; Where Signora and Zhongli just crushed his ego and only told him about the exact plans once it was over. I don't remember the exact convo because it's been a while but I can only imagine he felt nothing but anger and humiliation knowing that they practically played him and just left him in the dark.

Despite trying to recover from his previous transformation his rage was just too overwhelming and he switched to his Foul Legacy form, destroying and murdering enemies to let it out if his system. Ofc you witnessed that conversation AND later found this angry abyssal creature later on. His patience is probably at its lowest but.. imagine trying to comfort him despite knowing he might accidentally harm you without even thinking... :DDDD Childe let your s/o try to comfort youuu

anon... anon your brain is so huge this is perfect heheheheh,,,,,

you're in the Northland Bank, watching the exchange take place from the sidelines, worry filling your chest as you hear Childe's voice become clipped and venomous with rage and humiliation. his hands tighten into fists, almost spitting his final words to Zhongli and Signora before turning on his heel and marching out the door, slamming it open and shut with pure anger. you desperately want to follow him, but as a Fatuus you're not allowed to leave until your Harbinger, La Signora, excuses you, so instead you wring your hands and stew in your impatience, concern for Childe the only thing on your mind. the moment Zhongli leaves, you bolt out the door, taking the path you and Childe often use for walks- he has to be here, right? please, Archons, let him be nearby so you can help somehow-

you find him by following the sounds of battle, blood dotting the dry grass beneath your feet as you run over to Childe's Foul Legacy form, calling his name. he whirls around with a low, terrible hiss, growling and seething with fury, the countless dead hilichurls around him doing nothing to quench his rage. you step forward and raise a hand towards his face, only to have your wrist caught in his grip, his claws digging into your skin. despite the pain searing through your arm, you smile, spreading your other arm open

"Childe, sweetheart... it's okay... take some deep breaths, calm down..."

you speak slowly, words soothing his anger and Foul Legacy's hunger for revenge, and gradually his rage cools and simmers down, fur smoothing from its ruffled position and crystalline blue eye clearing. he cries out in panic when he sees the blood on your wrist, unlatching his claws and cradling your gashed hand with a distressed whine, but you simply let out a relieved sigh and run your hand through his hair. Childe croons tearfully, nudging you into a sitting position and gently licking your wounds, fluff standing on end whenever you wince in pain. you pat the ground next to you, giving him permission to curl around your body, head nestled in your lap as an apology as you scratch between his horns, being met with small, tired purrs

your wrist throbs, but you pay no mind to it, simply letting Childe lean against you as the rage from before slips away and flees into the night

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #AAAAA FOUL LEGACY ACCIDENTALLY HURTING YOU #MY BREAD AND BUTTER RIGHT THERE #he treats you extra delicately for a few days #in fact he might avoid you for a while out of shame of not being able to control his Foul Legacy form #if you approach him again he starts crying because he doesn't think he deserves you #hehehe sorry i have so many thoughts on this #short scenario #other's stuff #FAVE

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starlahuskyz · 4 months

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Chances - Chapter 13

Summary: After waking up, Jordan speaks with her parents. And after minor vampire business in the basement, the boys properly introduce themselves. And Marko and Jordan's relationship is questioned.

I felt motivated enough to write the next chapter sooner than later. Sorry if this part feels short, the next one will expand on this chapter.

Chapter 12 <<< >>> Chapter 14

TW//Murder ment. Blood

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The sun is fully down by the time Jordan gets up, and to her surprise, the boys are all still sleeping. Except for David, who is nowhere to be found. Jordan sits up in her bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes and she soon feels the pang of hunger in her stomach. She hasn’t eaten anything recently. “David must’ve gone to eat…” She thinks. She then hears a yawn come from Paul and he mumbles something at Marko who just growls and nuzzles into his neck further. Jordan reaches for a coin in her pocket and chucks it at Marko which is enough to startle him awake.

“Morning sleepyhead, you know where David went?” Jordan stands up from her bed.

“Mmmm…nope.” Marko unlatches from Paul and lets go of the pipe to stand on his own two feet. “Didn’t even know he left.”

“He probably got early night munchies, I’m sad he didn’t invite us though.” Paul says, still hanging from his spot. “Dwaaayne, can we go get something to eat?” He cranes his neck to look at the vampire who is still laying on the mattress seemingly in no rush to go anywhere.

Dwayne rolls over and looks at him for a minute before saying “Piss off and let me sleep.” He resumes his original sleeping position while Paul unlatches from his spot looking offended.

“Fine, then imma sleep with you until you're ready to get up.” Paul joins him on the mattress while he groans exasperatedly.Jordan and Marko look at each other and chuckle lightly.

Jordan realizes that she’s gonna have to confront her parents, so she heads for the stairs but stops after hearing Marko follow her like a puppy. She stops and turns around putting a hand on his chest keeping him from moving any further.

“Stay here, I don’t know what my parent’s stance is right now. I will tell you if you can come up. Just, stay here.” Marko feels a little sad, but he agrees and backs away leaving her to go. As she goes up the stairs, he goes to her bed and lays down on it. He relishes her scent still lingering on it, he reaches for the pillow and hugs it as if he were hugging her. He purrs slightly before Paul interrupts, “If you love that pillow so much why don’t you kiss it?” Marko chucks the pillow at him causing him to cackle. “Shut up. I’m getting there.” Marko rolls over so he can avoid looking at him. He really does feel like his relationship with her will blossom, and he's sure the boys believe it too.

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The dining table was filled with tension and curiosity coming from Jordan’s parents while she sat in a chair thinking about what to say. Everything last night happened so fast that she had to be careful when choosing her words.

“Alright, I know you’re mad and confused. But let me start by saying that everything that happened was not my fault…but I’m still sorry about what happened.” She shrunk down in her seat as she genuinely was worried about what her parents were going to say.

Both of her parents looked at each other and then back at their incredibly distressed daughter, then her mother spoke first. “Listen Jordan, me and your father have been thinking-”

“Are you kicking me out?!?!?! Jordan sprung up from her chair knocking it over looking terrified. “Man I knew I fucked up big time! I should’ve tossed their asses out as soon as I-”

“SHUT YOUR YAPPING AND LISTEN TO YOUR MOTHER!” Her father slammed his fist down on the table while her mother just sighed. Jordan collected herself and fixed up her chair finally taking a seat again.

“Okay firstly, I’m not kicking you out so relax. What I wanted to say was that me and your father wanted to talk to your ‘friends’.” Jordan releases a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.

“But just know, if I don’t like these guys-” His wife nudges him and he corrects himself “I mean if WE don’t like your friends, then we either want them gone. Or if you like them so much, then we want you out.”

Jordan lets out an audible gulp at her father’s statement, the thought of losing her only bit of humanity haunted her to her very core. She sat up straight in her chair. “I swear to you guys, they aren’t that bad. They are just…not very familial. I think. I don’t know much about them.”

“Well, now will be your chance to learn about them. What are they up to now?” Her mother asks right on cue as they all hear shuffling and talking from the basement.

“I’ll go check on em.” Jordan gets up and looks down the stairs only to be greeted by the boys circling two random guys and they are seemingly ready to eat them. David also seems to have returned and she noticed blood on his face as he watched the feast about to go down. They all look up and her and the randos yell for her help, but she quickly slams the door back shut keeping her back turned to her parents.

“Is everything alright?” Her mother asks. Jordan turns around and her eyes are a mix of red and yellow and she strained a smile on her face.

“Yup…all good. They were just doing something.” She leans against the door trying to avoid her vampire visage from taking over due to her hunger of blood finally getting the better of her. She could feel her parents tense up.

“You don’t look alright.” Her dad comments at the look of pain on Jordan’s face. She then feels a painful pang of hunger hit her and she folds like a paper and slides down the door and onto the floor.

“Nope, all good here.” At that moment, they all hear blood curdling screams coming from the basement and her parents look horrified. Despite knowing she was a vampire, they’ve never seen her make a kill. So hearing what it sounded like chilled them to their cores. Jordan inhales and gets up making a decision “Excuse me, I haven’t eaten. Promise it’ll be quick.” She goes downstairs and joins the boys. She watches as they all tear their victims apart and growl at each other. Paul and Dwayne shared a body while Marko hogged one for himself. Upon seeing her enter the room, Marko looks up from his meal and while he doesn’t speak a single word, Jordan knows he’s willing to share. She caved immediately as the urge was killing her.

After a few minutes, her parents hear her come up the stairs and upon watching her enter the room they are horrified. Covered in blood and licking what was left on her fingers, she walked towards them nonchalantly. “I know this looks bad…and it is. But I promise, this won’t happen again. And I’ll lay some ground rules for the boys."

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After the little feast that was had, all the boys were seated at the dining room table that was promptly covered in plastic so as not to get blood on the seats and table. The boys all sat politely as they waited for Jordan’s parents to speak. Her father spoke first.

“Alright, let me get something straight. I’m already on the edge of not liking you rats, so you’re all on thin ice. You all better be like Mr. Roger's kids or I’m gonna have a lot of problems with you all!” He spoke with such authority and Dwayne, Paul and Marko looked to David to see what he would say.

“Well, I'm no Mr. Rogers. I've been more considered a thief, or even a cowboy by some. But if your precious daughter tells me you guys are of no concern, then I guess I'll spare you all. I’m David by the way. Your name?” He nods in his direction.

“The name is Harold, this is Jane.” He puts a protective arm around his wife and she smiles hesitantly at David who just stares at her.

“Nice to meet ya guys, I’m Paul. Gotta say, love the house and sorry about the window thing. Dwayne has no self control.” He points to Dwayne’s stoic form with his hands neatly folded on the table. He looks at Paul and cuffs the side of his head.

“I’m Dwayne, sorry about the window. If you want I’ll fix it.” Jane looks him up and down and seemingly looks interested.

“I figured you were a handy man with that body of yours.” Dwayne perks up looking surprised at her sudden comment while Paul and Marko laugh. Jordan looks embarrassed and speaks up. “Ma! Show some restraint!”

Harold then speaks up adding onto his wife’s comment “Why do you think she married me? I used to be just like him.” He smiled and Jordan just sank in her chair groaning while Paul was trying not to vomit from laughing and Dwayne joined in on the laughing. Hell, even David chuckled a bit. Marko scooted his chair closer to hers and slung an arm around her “Cmon, it’s funny. I see why you care for them so much.” At this, Jordan couldn’t help but smile at him. She sat up and soon the whole table went silent and both Marko and Jordan were confused. Then her dad dropped the bomb.

“Well Well Well, so that person you went out with…I think I know who it was.” He was clearly hinting at Marko who just sat like a deer in headlights. He let go of Jordan in a panic and they both turned away from each other. “Hey bud, don’t hide it. State your name and business with my daughter. I ain’t stupid.” He looked at him firmly and Marko straightened himself out.

“I’m Marko, and I’m only friends with your daughter.” David scoffs and Paul groans.

“Liar Liar pants on fire! You know you love her. You defended her yesterday, brought her home after the holy water incident and watched her slee-” Marko slammed his fist on the table and yelled.

“SHUT UP, PAUL! Maybe I do like her but that doesn’t mean I’m dating her.” Marko snaps. Harold and Jane both raise an eyebrow getting wary of him. If he could blush he would, then he looks at Jordan who just stares at him with a look of fear mixed with confusion.

“You watched me sleep?” She asked him.

“No! Or at least, not in a creepy way.” He puts his hands up in defense and looks to his brothers sourly before her parents speak.

“Jordan, tell me. Are you dating him?” Jordan perks up and feels anxiety creeping up her spine. She looks all around the table. Her parents look at her curiously, Paul, Dwayne and David just watch her making her even more worried. Then she looks at Marko, he starts biting his thumb anxiously awaiting her answer. Jordan thought for a moment, she knew Marko had been obsessed with her for months now. She’s given him a chance and seen that he’s treated her pretty well, hell he saved her and her parents from David’s wrath. But she didn’t know if she was ready to consider herself in a relationship with him yet. All she could think of was of her previous relationship, as much as she fought to move past the whole thing, it's biting the back of her neck still bugging her. She exhaled and everyone waited in bated breath. Jordan looked at Marko once again then back to her parents and said nothing. She answered with a single action. She simply shrugged her shoulders, because in all honesty…she didn’t even know.

Harold and Jane both sighed in unison and the boys all just sat back in their chairs. Marko just looked at Jordan and couldn’t help but feel a little hurt, he thought he was doing everything right. He put his hands on the table after giving his thumb a thorough biting. Then he felt the feather touch of something brush his hand. He looked over to see Jordan reaching towards him. Her hand kept edging towards his almost like an offering, not a single word nor sound came from her mouth during the exchange. Jordan stared at nothing in particular, but she never pulled away. Marko couldn’t help but ask her.

“Are you sure?”

She came to and finally looked at him, but still not uttering a single word. Marko flips his hand over so his palm is up, and Jordan’s hand starts moving to hover above his own. With the gentlest of movement she lowers her own and into his and turns her gaze to her own hand watching it so intensely. It’s like she’s fighting to complete the simple action, Marko could only watch as she struggled. A part of him wanted to complete the action, but he wanted her to do her part just to be sure that she wanted this. No strings attached. Finally after what seemed like an eternity, she was palm to palm with him and she was finally able to intertwine her fingers into his hand and at that moment, he completed the action by doing the same. Jordan releases a breath she had been holding in, and looks Marko in the eyes. She smiles, and Marko smiles while letting out a stifled sounding laugh. Jordan looks to her parents.

“I am…” She scoots her chair closer to him and leans into his side keeping her hand locked with his. Marko leans into her and uses his free hand to hold her close. Now that he had her, he wasn’t letting her go.

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PEGGY - a fanfic of what I think her life could've been like!! As a warning it gets super lazy toward the end😭 and it's probably not the best ever due to the fact I've barely slept but shhh I'm rubbish at writing </3

I did forget maybe 1 or 2 parts but its fiiiiine I think!! I can't really think of TW's but car cr@sh mentions. Anyway, aside from that try to enjoy!! I tried to be descriptive but I'm super bad at that I think? And be warned it MAY make you cry (I dont really cry but I almost cried while writing)!!

AND NO just because it's a fanfic doesnt mean it's about being in a relationship idk if that's a connection people even make but I want to clarify this just incase^^ I do NOT write romantic things often, it makes me feel ill:D

"Marie?"

"MARIE! Where were you? You've been out all night!"

Marie's eyeliner and mascara was dripping down her face, not that she cared all that much. She had been out since 5pm on Sunday the 1st of September, and it was now 8am on monday. She was so thankful it was a week off.

Peggy stood, facing marie while holding a drawing, but Marie pushed her to the side and ran up the stairs.

Where has Marie been? Peggy wondered. She decided she would draw another picture for Marie, maybe that would cheer her up? She wasn't sure, she'd never seen Marie like this, and where was George? They were neighbors, and he certainly wasn't home. They would've known if he was, because he would've been round for breakfast.

"Marie! Wait!" Peggy decided to chase after her, the patter of her feet booming through the house, she'd never ran so fast, nor did she think she ever would again. She wanted to ask Marie if she was okay, she needed to. What if Marie depended on this question?

The hallways will still dark since no one had opened the curtains, the photos that hung on the wall of them and George suddenly began to feel like distant memories and yet she still didn't know what had happened. She loved it when George came round, no matter how annoying he could be at times, she loved it when he would draw with her, he was always very good at it but he just never showed it. The wooden flooring was cold, each plank felt as if it could've gone on forever, Marie's room felt as if it was stretching ever further away. The polaroids on her bedroom door of her and George seemed even more distant. It was suddenly like a chapter of her life was over, she didn't know what happened last night but whatever it was, it ment George was gone.

She couldn't go any more, she hadn't gone all that far but it felt as if she had been running to her sister forever. Peggy slid down the wall and curled into a ball, sobbing loudly outside the bathroom door. The cold floor felt as if it was nibbling away at her arms and legs.

No one was around to comfort her.

Marie then exited her room and gently walked to her mothers door and knocked.

"M- MARIEEEE!!" Peggy screamed, she was there, she could reach her.

But Marie just looked at her, then back away, saying nothing. Peggy screamed again, which then faded into the sound of her sobbing loudly. Marie went into their parents room, and it was as if Peggy couldn't move, like she was attatched to the floor, she felt heavy and extremely tired.

Everything started to fade from her view as she fell asleep, curled up on the cold, hard floor, in a puddle of her own tears.

Once she awoke, the curtains were open, and the sun was blaring through onto her face, Marie sat beside her and rubbed her hand accross Peggy's face, putting a letter in her hand. Marie was wearing her black coat, a pair of flared jeans and boots with a large duffel bag thrown over her shoulder.

"Peggy.. I'm sorry." She said shakily, while beginning to cry once again.

"Marie? What are you sorry for? You've done nothing wrong."

"I need to go, I'm sorry for it. I need to get away from here, from everything, just for a little while, okay?"

She still hadn't removed her hand from Peggy's face, and peggy was about to cry once again, what did Marie mean by she's going? Where is she going? How long for? When will she back? Who is she going with? Is she going to be okay?

"Marie... I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay. Goodbye, Peggy."

Marie removed her hand and then stood up. She walked toward the stairs, then turned and smiled at Peggy. She went downstairs and then returned with a blanket and pillow in her hands. She put the pillow beneath Peggy's head and draped the blanket over her.

"...and don't forget me, yeah? I've loved having you as a sister and I don't want to return to you thinking I'm a stranger." Marie giggled, before turning once again and going down the stairs.

Little did Peggy know, this would be the last time she would see Marie for 18 years. Watching her go downstairs made her shake, she could feel her heart pounding out of her chest with each step she took.

Suddenly, the bedroom door swung straight open with a squeak and her parents dashed downstairs. Her mother was wearing a gorgeous baby blue nighty which has small white frills at the bottom, with her hair in pink rollers. Her hair was brown, but it was also very long, Marie often used to envy the length of it. Following closely behind was her father, he had black hair, but it was relatively messy and he was usually unshaven, he was wearing a pair of pyjama bottoms with no shirt as usual. They both dashed down the stairs behind their daughter.

Peggy tried to listen, but she couldn't tell any of the words which were being said. She then heard the door slam shut and her mother breaking down into tears.

She didnt even have the strength to open the letter Marie gave her, she threw it to near her feet and screamed loudly, wailing for Marie. Two people had now left her life, but this was only the beginning.

Four years had passed, Peggy was 13 now. It'd been three years since her dad walked out and almost two since the accident. And to add even more salt to her injury, her mother had remarried to Mr. Weaver recently and changed her name to Peggy Weaver. Now one of the only things that felt like a connection to Marie had been changed, she'd been drawing pictures for Marie almost daily and adding them to a box under her bed. Sometimes she would write letters, sometimes she'd draw pictures, and even sometimes she would add photos and things she found around the house. Anything that she felt as if tied together the past 4 years for Marie went in, she hoped to one day give it all to her, show her how her life had been since she and George had left. Even things that made her sad went inside, like a dried up rose from her father's funeral and the letter Marie gave her, she'd almost read it once and put it back. It caused too much pain, even so long after.

Her parents never told her what they and Marie had spoken about, they refused even when asked directly. The relationship Peggy and Mr. Weaver had wasn't the best, she kept trying to distance herself from him and would often cry about her birth father leaving her in Gallows Creek. She would've preferred to live in Quiet Ridge with her father, though that wouldn't have lasted long. Her mother was barely present anymore, she was usually working night shifts and when she wasn't she was anywhere but at home.

Her entire family was soon about to change though, a few months later Mr. Weaver began to get sick, and he didn't last too long after, and soon after her mother was gone too. Almost her entire family was gone aside from a distant aunt from California who had to move in to look after Peggy.

The first months were extremely difficult for her, she had no idea who this woman was nor how she was related to her. But she was a hard worker, and she ended up getting a job for KFAM, she was an office lady but that really wasn't what she wanted. On Peggy's days off she would usually go with her to work and run errands, normally passing around letters from Reggie and making the occasional couple bucks. She never really grew to know the staff all that well, but she loved the building.

From then she knew she wanted to be a radio producer. Reggie gladly allowed her to have the job when she was old enough, he was told by other members of staff how cheerful she was whenever she passed them things and John would let her draw at his desk and sometimes even help with paperwork. She then began training, the days were long and tiring at first but she quickly began to get the hang of things. But there was one issue, they didn't have a show for her to produce... until a radio DJ came all the way from Chicago. Forrest Nash. He replaced the old DJ instantly on The Scream.

#killer frequency #kfam #marie campbell #peggy weaver #189.16 the scream #fanfic #sorry if its bad #im bad at writing #but its fine am i right #george barrow #i hope this destroys you <3 /nsrs #if this doesnt my next art will (i hope)#i cried a bit while writing this LMAO

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alcthias · 2 months

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ no more deaming of the dead as if death itself was undone.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤno more calling like a crow for a boy,

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ for a body in the garden.

pov; plot drop II ━━━━ and my bones began to shake, my eyes flew open.

tw: sangue. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ / @silencehq

˚。 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ os pés descalços deixavam pegadas na terra e recebiam as marcas de gravetos e pedras sobre os quais pisavam enquanto corria de volta para o acampamento. os sapatos e as meias deixados para trás para que pudesse deixar o cenário rapidamente. por mais que a cena de terror criada por hades e seu filho seguisse reprisando em sua mente, como se tivesse sido tatuada em suas retinas, sua preocupação era outra. tinha ouvido ainda aquela noite: "então você acredita?" que profecia é real, que algo podia mesmo acontecer com todos ali. sua resposta tinha sido que era melhor prevenir do que remediar. entretanto, naquele momento, alethia pensava que talvez não tivesse como prevenir nada. não adiantava achar que estavam preparados, porque não estavam. sempre eram pegos de surpresa por alguma coisa, mesmo depois de todo o planejamento meticuloso por trás da festa.

a corrida não era uma intenção de buscar abrigo, nem fugir do que tinha acabado de presenciar. o coração disparado dentro do peito estava agoniado, certo de que havia mais. de que aquela fenda aberta no chão não era só efeito para a cena. e, quando deixou a floresta e os olhos se depararam com a destruição do acampamento, com aquela fenda separando o caos em partes, era como se eles fossem saltar das órbitas. por um segundo ou dois, era como se o ar tivesse desaparecido completamente dos pulmões, a obrigando a subir as mãos para o peito, como se pudesse arrancar aquela sensação. ou apenas impedir que o coração abrisse um buraco no peito e fugisse.

de fato, não tinha como prevenir nada. eles estavam ali para remediar, apenas. tentar fazer uma vida para si mesmos em meio ao caos aos qual estavam destinados. não haviam sido criados para viver, mas sobreviver - se pudessem. lutar as batalhas dos outros, deles, e ficar satisfeitos com isso. peças em um jogo que sempre seria maior que eles. e ela odiava, odiava, odiava como sempre soubera disso. e era por exatamente esse motivo que odiava ser quem era. havia divindade em seu sangue, mas de nada valia. nunca tinha soado como uma benção.

sua intenção era chegar ao chalé 11, ver se algum dos irmãos tinha ficado sob os escombros. só de pensar a respeito, a sensação era de ter alguém apertando o coração entre os dedos sem qualquer piedade. eram crianças que tinham ficado dormindo enquanto eles, que deveriam estar carregando a maior responsabilidade - incluindo os conselheiros -, estavam todos longe, alcoolizados e presos em seus próprios mundos. e se aquilo não era uma punição divina por seu cuidados, ela não sabia o que era.

infelizmente para si, não conseguiu chegar ao destino. alethia tinha se desequilibrado durante o tremor que atingiu o local da festa, graças aos sapatos nada apropriados para o terreno onde estava. bateu a cabeça em uma árvore e caiu sentada. momento este em que decidiu se livrar dos sapatos, inclusive. não parecia nada demais, obviamente. de modo geral, semideuses aguentavam muito mais coisa antes de sucumbir, mesmo os mais fracos. pelo calor do momento, tinha falhado em perceber que estava sangrando. entretanto, não era isso que a parava, mas a fraqueza que a fizera cair sobre seus próprios joelhos. a sensação era um só e era tão intensa que chegava a doer fisicamente quando tentava puxar o ar. ━━ não adianta lutar...

a voz que deixara seus lábios era baixa, fraca, quebrada. tanto quanto ela mesma se sentia. de fato, morrer não era o problema - ainda que alethia se recusasse terminantemente a tal. o problema era lutar uma batalha perdida. e tudo aquilo estava começando a soar como uma batalha perdida. qual era o motivo de estarem presos ali? porque alguém cujo nome era "enviado do túmulo" tinha aparecido ali também? certamente não era por acaso. nada era por acaso. ━━ vamos morrer aqui. vamos todos morrer aqui...

#ooc / a alethia coringando coitada #Ⅳ 、 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ‹ 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐄 ⠀ ⠀ ＃ ⠀ ⠀ development. ›#plot drop :: o submundo mandou uma surpresa.

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Timing: January 2nd (before the bois got together) Location: The Jones House, Sorta Feat: @mortemoppetere & @ohwynne & @eldritchaccident Warnings: Alcoholism tw (ment) Summary: When the fort gets too big....

Paranoia ebbed in his mind, making every shadow seem like an enemy. He’d already finished the bottle he’d picked up at the liquor store; he’d had to go back, anyway, because he’d forgotten the goddamn juice he’d promised to pick up for Teddy. Barry had offered him a concerned glance, but hadn’t said anything when he’d come up to the register. Emilio figured he knew better.

The walk home had been slow, with more twists and turns than was necessary. If he had a tail, he intended to shake it long before he got back to Teddy’s no matter how pissed off it made his goddamn knee. (The pain had been worse since that conversation with Barry; Emilio knew that at least some of it was in his head, but he didn’t know how to make it stop.)

So it was dark already by the time he got back to the sprawling estate Leviathan had left for Teddy. The lights on the front of the house were switched on; among the paranoia and nausea pulling at his gut was a faint feeling of warmth at the idea that they’d been left on for him. He pulled his jacket a little tighter around himself as he stepped up to the door, looking forward to burying himself in the pile of blankets he’d squirreled away for himself and forgetting, just for a little while.

Except… he opened the door, and he came face to face with… a tent? He recognized the blanket acting as the entrance; it had been one of the ones on his aforementioned pile. For a moment, he just stared at it. Unblinking, unmoving, confused. After a beat, he decided this just wasn’t something he had the capacity for at the moment. He turned back towards the door, preparing to walk right back out, but…

What the fuck was that? Fur, horns, large stature. It snorted at him, placing itself between him and the door and digging its heels into the ground as if…

Ah, shit. The thing was about to fucking charge him. Without another path to take, Emilio ducked down, crawling through the entrance to that stupid tent to make his escape.

—

The force with which Emilio came around the corridor was enough to take Teddy off their feet. The two of them slamming together and collapsing just shy of the third, Wynne. Thankfully, it was a very soft landing, as seemingly everything inside the great manor had been transformed into a quilted labyrinth. Blankets on blankets on blankets. Far as the eye could see. Twisting turns and maddenings heights that drop suddenly into chasms of cozy entrapment.

The pair inside already had been there for… hours. Felt like more. They woke up after the initial shift, heard the rumblings of a great beast lurking amongst the sheets and booked it as fast as their legs would carry. Trying in vain to find anything familiar.

Well, in one way, they did.

“Emilio!” Teddy practically shrieked with delight. Not even caring that the man was suddenly on top of them, looking down with a wild wide eyed stare. As if he’d just been running from a ghost. Had he seen the beast? Where the hell did he come from? Teddy was far too lost in the relief his face brought to actually ask. Only having enough faculties to throw their arms around him in a tight squeeze.

—

They let out a yelp as the two others collided, watching with slight horror as Teddy and Emilio became one pile together. Wynne then let out a nervous laugh which they reprimanded themself for before remembering there was no need for that. The nervosity didn’t leave, though, and they tossed a look over their shoulder.

“Hi! Hey!” They breathed those two greetings heavily, extending both hands to help the two up. “Did you — where did you come from? We can’t find the way out.” They looked over their shoulder again, tried to listen for the beast.

There was no way to tell how the blanket fort had grown from just a small living room project to this, but Wynne was very certain that they hadn’t made it this big. There was no way in the world that Teddy owned enough blankets to even do such a thing, after all, and no way that their time before their unfortunate nap had been spend on this many blankets. “We’re lost.” Their stomach sank. It would be better to be forthcoming. “And Perro is also somewhere, in here.” And also a monster. But they didn’t want to say that. Maybe Emilio already knew.

—

He collided into something decidedly more solid than the blankets and pillows that had overtaken the house, going down with a long string of curses. It was only when he landed that he realized what he’d collided with, relief flooding him at the sight of Teddy — and Wynne, still standing — in one piece. Teddy’s arms wrapped around him, and Emilio had to admit, it didn’t feel… bad, after the night he’d had. Briefly, he returned the embrace before realizing that he was on top of them. He shifted his weight, rolling off the ex-demon and looking up at the ceiling. Which was blankets. What the fuck?

“I came from the door,” he grumbled, shifting up on his elbows to motion in the direction he’d come from only to find that the passageway had closed behind him. He stared at it for a moment before bringing a hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. With his other hand, he fished into the inside pocket of his jacket, retrieving his flask. He opened it, taking a long swig and trying to ground himself.

At least he could say, with utter confidence, that this wasn’t related to whoever was looking for him from Mexico.

It was only when Wynne spoke again that the detective’s eyes shot open. “What? You lost Perro?” His eyes darted between Wynne and Teddy. “How did you lose Perro?” Easily, logic told him. Perro was small. “Well, we have to find him before we leave.”

—

“We didn’t lose him, he was sleeping, we were building a fort, when we woke up he wasn’t near us.” Teddy shot back, a bit defensive, despite the big smile on their face. A dog in peril was one of the very last things the ex-demon would ever allow. Especially Perro. Beloved baroo-ing baby of the Jones house. The captain canine who captured Ted’s heart faster than any other.

“Obviously we’re gonna get Perro back. That’s why we’ve been looking for him. He’s probably fine, probably sleepin’ somewhere. I mean, except for–” Teds shot Wynne a look. “–the thing that’s been lurking around here… this place is a puppy paradise. Are you alright though?”

Nothing in this place had harmed them exactly. But that didn’t mean everything was okay. Teddy had been running for so long with Wynne that they weren’t sure how many paths they’d taken, how many turns, and how many places they’d already explored. The one saving grace, if you could call it that, was that all the blankets seemed to be unique. Some manner of navigation was possible if they could remember the patterns. Well, except Emilio said he came from the door. And there was decidedly not a door behind him. Shit.

—

“And the fort got out of hand!” They didn’t want Emilio to be mad about this or anything, really. He already had enough on his plate, Wynne figured, and they had said they’d look after his dog. But here they were. “It grew while we’re asleep. That sounds … that sounds weird but it’s true.” They pointed at a polka dotted blanket. “I’ve never seen this one before.”

But it was true, Perro was probably just curled up on one of the many blankets. It was very cozy, and they wouldn’t mind lying down if it wasn’t for the thing. That monster. They hadn’t seen much of it, but they’d heard its gruff breathing, its hooves clopping on the soft ground, the grunts and the shadow of its horns, a flash of fur. It didn’t seem nice. It seemed like it was trying to find them.

“Yes, are you alright? We should, um — stick together,” they said, almost decisively. At least Emilio had weapons, right? He always had a knife, they learned that a while ago. Wynne blinked up at him. “And yes, the thing. Did you see it, do you know what it is?” The slayer was smart when it came to these things, seemed to know things that most others didn’t. Maybe he knew a thing or two about spontaneously spawning-blanket forts. Their eyes widened as they heard hoofbeats and they started moving in the opposite direction. “Let’s talk and walk.”

—

Of course, Emilio knew that neither Wynne nor Teddy would ever put Perro in any danger. He knew that any misplacement of the pup had been purely accidental, and that both of them would do just about anything to keep Perro safe. He was just… on edge tonight. ‘Eyes darting to every shadow,’ ‘perpetual shiver up his spine’ type on edge. He was never at his best when he was like this, whatever like this meant. He flashed an apologetic expression to the pair, rubbing at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Saw the thing,” he said gruffly. “Big. Ugly. Chased me in here.” The idea of Perro being by himself somewhere in the mess of it with that thing on the loose didn’t do much for the slayer’s building unease. “Pascal around? Or…” His expression soured. “Gabagool?” Maybe the three of them were together someplace, laying low. Was that the best case? Emilio genuinely had no idea anymore. Wynne and Teddy’s story – that the blankets had all cropped up on their own – seemed to track with Wicked’s Rest’s usual brand of bullshit, though. At least there was no goo involved this time.

And maybe they could keep the extra blankets after they killed this thing.

Nodding absently, he gestured for Wynne and Teddy to go ahead of him. Better for him to take up the rear if they were being chased, after all; he doubted either of the other two had half as many weapons on them as he did. “Not undead,” he said, as an afterthought. “The thing, I mean. Whatever it is. It’s not undead. So… that’s something.” He put the flask away, replacing it with a knife he twirled absently. Iron. If it was fae, this would be useful. If it weren’t… well. A knife was a knife, wasn’t it? “Maybe we… look for the basement. If we can’t find the front door. Could get out through Axis, if we have to.”

—

“Well, we’re gettin’ nowhere fast just laying here.” Teddy still hadn’t moved, still laid in the position they’d been shifted to. Almost sinking into the blankets beneath them. A siren song in its own right. If not for the gruff sounds, the strange looming presence that seemed to follow just behind wherever they went, this place would have been nice.

Much better than the odd hotel like series of endless hallways they’d been trapped in with Leila and Metzli, the first time they met the vampire and started a somewhat rocky relationship that was always put just a bit at a distance with how protective the (then) demon had been over the thrift store owner. Leila didn’t need protection, not exactly. Definitely not from Metzli. The pair seemed to be pretty inseparable as of late, even when outside forces tried pretty desperately to shake them apart.

The comparison did bring about a certain… claustrophobia though. They had known with decent certainty what article of clothing caused the issue. Here… well there wasn’t much new in the house. Nothing that hadn’t been used before, that’s for sure. Teddy liked to believe they’d have noticed a cursed blanket, but without their father’s magic flowing through their veins… maybe they were entirely blind to it. Maybe they couldn’t sense that shit at all.

With a huff, the Leviathan’s ward fought their internal shackles, pushed up from their elbows and rolled into a more or less standing pose, then reached down to collect Emilio as well. Their gaze however, turned towards Wynne. “Shit, your hearing is better than mine. You recognize the designs in that hallway?” Of any of them, Wynne was the most likely to have an eye for this kind of navigation. They were by far the most adept at sewing, quilting, knitting. All the things necessary to craft the ‘bricks’ of this cozy dungeon.

“Pas is at Nora’s, she needed baby time. I don’t know about Gabba. He usually goes out on Thursdays.”

—

They were nervously glancing around, not at all comforted by Emilio’s unease. It was probably good that the slayer was here, but it wasn’t good that he’d immediately grabbed his flask and seemed on edge. If he was on edge, then they were going to be even more on edge. Suddenly Wynne imagined Perro laying amidst blankets like one of the dead lambs at home and blinked heavily to rid themself of the image.

At least it wasn’t undead. “Okay. Okay, that’s good, right?” Why would an undead person or creature care about blankets, anyway? They weren’t sure. Ariadne liked blankets, but she couldn’t do this kind of thing. And it wasn’t like she liked blankets because she was a mare, they figured. Wynne started to move, shoulders pulled up high and tight as they looked over their shoulder every now and again.

They squinted at the designs at Teddy’s question, not entirely sure. It took a moment, but eventually, yes — “There!” They pointed at a large quilt, the one Teddy had given them along with the tiny house. They moved towards it, tugging on it, but it wouldn’t give. “It’s not coming off, though. We didn’t tie them that tight, did we? I don’t know — don’t think that we can find any stairs or anything, maybe?”

It didn’t seem like there was a way out. They tugged at the blanket once more, looked at Emilio and the vast space behind him. Wynne bit their lip. “Do you still hear it?”

—

Something akin to disappointment settled onto his tongue as Teddy got up, and Emilio chased it away with another swig from the flask. He let them pull him to his feet, knee aching in absent protest. It had been louder since his conversation with Barry at the liquor store, like it was voicing its opinion on the whole ordeal. A haunted blanket maze was either exactly the distraction he needed or the last thing that was going to help him. It was difficult to settle on which. But, in any case… if he had to be stuck in something like this, with his mind in the state it was, it was good that he was with Teddy and Wynne. It was good that he was with two of the people he trusted most. They’d drag his sorry ass out, even if he lost himself in his head. He knew that.

“Well,” he said dryly, “I’m glad we won’t have to deal with Gabagool, at least.” The demon would have certainly had shit to say; Emilio wouldn’t have put it past him to have been the one responsible for the whole ordeal to begin with. Knowing that Perro was likely alone in all this mess had his unease growing, though. The poor little dog was always a little jumpy, didn’t much like being on his own. He’d chewed Emilio’s table to shit the first time the slayer accidentally left him home alone a little too long, and there was no telling what he was doing to whatever furniture he was close to now. (Maybe he’d already chewed his way out of the blanket maze; maybe they should be looking for a Perro-sized escape hatch somewhere around here.)

He followed Wynne absently to a blanket they seemed to recognize, eyes darting around as they tugged at it. “What exactly did the two of you do here?” They hadn’t built the whole thing, but it seemed they’d built some of it. Why? Just to ensure Emilio would stop hogging all the blankets? That seemed a little extreme.

Something shuffled from the direction he’d come from. He turned his head towards it, tensing. There was a groan, a loud, scratchy voice. “TEEEEEJJJJJJ. TEEEEEEJJJJJJJ.” Emilio cursed absently under his breath, ushering both Teddy and Wynne forward.

“It’s coming,” he warned. “No time to look for direction. I think we run.” His bad leg flared with pain at the mere thought of it, but what was the alternative? Letting some monster swallow him whole would piss his knee off worse than running. “Go. ¡Vamos!”

—

“No, they were barely tied!” Teddy responded, a hushed kind of concern welling up more than it already had been. Teddy didn't like being trapped. Made the world seem to cave in, no matter how expansive the space. The corridors helped, they thought, the illusion of choice was good. But it still felt like they were in a hazy memory or a reoccurring dream. Their head turned to Emilio who was processing through his own five stages of grief, then back to Wynne while trying to muster up a smile. “Maybe since we're seeing the blankets we actually used we're close to an exit?”

Then came the sound, the call to run, but for some reason Teddy was stock still. Gaze drifting back, a confusion in their expression they couldn't quite place. Everyone else started moving and it wasn't until Emilio practically shouted that they snapped back to reality. Turning from their strange stupor and following the group, but not before scooping themself under Emilio’s arm. Not even taking a moment to ask, because running on an odd soft surface wasn't exactly the best on their joints, they could only imagine how awful it would be on his. (And not at all because of how close it made them, not at all because it gave them an excuse to slip one hand around his waist for support, not at all because they could hold onto the hand that wrapped around their shoulder. Definitely not.)

“C’mon, I see another blanket I recognize.” Two lefts, a right, quite a long straight away, then a sudden sharp left as the floor beneath them dropped, and the distant groaning of that strange distorted ‘DEEEEEEEJJ” or something, grew far enough away that Teddy could almost catch their breath. “This place is fucking–” Panting, panicked, and positively exhausted, Teddy started to waiver. “–it's fucking endless, there's no logic to it–” most magic had some kind of sense, this?? It was an expansive blanket wasteland.

And for some reason (probably because it was their idea to build the fort in the first place) Teddy felt responsible. Felt like this was somehow for them, and not the others. A deep stirring in their gut kept trying to tell them something, but the frantic running had their mind spinning too fast to catch up.

“The hell do we do???”

—

Running was something Wynne knew how to do. An instinct befit for them. While most of their life they’d opted for fawn or even freeze and they’d even opted for fight more recently, they preferred fleeing. Especially when they were with others, it seemed. To save themself was one thing, but Emilio and Teddy should get out of this mess as well. And though it wasn’t like they could run to something, there was at least something to run from.

They were in front, which felt like a horribly selfish place to be in. But Emilio had wanted to take the back and they didn’t want to argue with him about his martyr-esque ways, not right now. Not when there was something howling behind them, voice distorted and echoing. How could it echo when everything was made of cloth? What even was it? They felt their breath quicken, their stomach churn. Did it sound like the demon from back home? No — surely it didn’t. Right? Wynne looked over their shoulder at Emilio and Teddy, the latter supporting the former and wondered how they would ever get out of here.

“We keep running, there has to be a way out, there always is a way out,” they said, panting slightly. There always had to be. There had to be. They had to find Perro.

Wynne turned another corner and because there was no logic to this maze, they were suddenly staring down at the monster that had been on their tail. No longer behind them, but in front of them, looking like it was ready to charge at them. They let out a loud scream, turned around and pushed at their Teddy and Emilio. “Go, go, go!”

—

Teddy was practically clinging to him, and Emilio knew he ought to push them to move forward, but he couldn’t bring himself to separate. They’d be a lot faster without him and his bad leg slowing them down — they both would — but he knew that saying this would be met with protests. He told himself that this was why he made no move to remove their arm from his waist, why he didn’t try to pull his hand out from beneath theirs. Arguing would waste time, and they had no time to waste. Not with this creature on their tail.

Teddy seemed to have some idea of direction… or, at least, some idea of what direction should be. They were right — logic, within the confines of these blankets, was all but lost. There were more hallways than there should have been, less rooms. Teddy’s house was big, but it wasn’t endless. It shouldn’t have been possible for them to run as much as they had without coming across a bedroom or a bathroom or something. Whatever magic was happening here, maybe it had transported them. The thought made Emilio’s stomach churn. Complete loss of control was a hard thing for him to swallow. He wanted no part of it. But what say did he have? He was here. He couldn’t leave without Perro, and Perro was nowhere to be found.

He stumbled a little as Wynne came to a sudden halt in front of him, eyes widening at the sight of the beast that had been tailing them suddenly at the head of their group. Forcing himself to pull away from Teddy’s grip, he positioned himself in front of both Teddy and Wynne, motioning for them both to run as he pulled out a knife. He was prepared to turn and follow the pair when he spotted it — a little black bundle in the beast’s massive arms. Perro.

“Give me back my fucking dog,” he demanded, holding the knife forward in an obvious threat. He didn’t want to leap into an attack with Perro there; he couldn’t risk hurting the dog or having the monster drop him in order to fight.

—

The beast stood a tall seven foot something, and it was still hunched over. A thick sable fur covered most of its body. Only an exposed human-ish torso, leading up to a large bovine head. Massive nostrils flared around a septum piercing over a hungry looking maw. Its horns were huge, even the one that was cracked and splintered at the end. How it even fit through the corridors of the strange blanketed wasteland was beyond Teddy, beyond anyone currently sharing the fine mess they’d found themselves in.

It chuffed, a heavy hot breath of air as Emilio spoke, demanding the small package it carried. Only to straighten up, only to have the room expand with its unfurling. Showing off that this dimension was listening only to him. As it stretched it glared down on the group, settling its glowing golden eyes on one in particular.

Teddy lept to be at Emilio’s side, to push Wynne to the back, protective as ever despite how little they could do to a thing like that. It began to open its mouth and Teddy braced for something horrible, braced for a scream, a bellow, maybe even fire. Their hand found Emilio’s left, their muscles tightened, everything stood stock still until– Until it pulled out a tiny pair of glasses and spoke with all the sweetness of sugar.

“Teej!!!” An excited smile lit up the hallway. “Oh goodness me, you gave me a freight, you did. Thought we had some unexpected guests in the labyrinth. You’ve grown so much! Look at you!” The beast gleamed, and the ex-demon balked.

What?

“Right, so the dog IS yours then, here you go lit’le pup.” It paid very little mind to the knife Emilio had produced, and let the small dog go on the ground between them. Perro stretched lazily, yawning a little and looking back towards the creature as if to ask why he’d been let down. Then toddled over to Emilio where he sat and looked up patiently, wagging his tail as if nothing at all was wrong. “Lookit you though, proper right adult now, eh? Even got you a beau and a bean all your own! Wouldn’t your papa be proud.”

W h a t ???

Teddy was stunned, their mind had blue screened. The creature was talking to them like they’d known each other for years, and that wasn’t possible except– Wait. Shit.

“..............................Freddy?”

“Yeaah!! S’right! You remember me! A’lfredo D. Harbingerbinger, at your service. Gonna introduce me to the fam then, aye?” Fred beamed, and extended a hand out towards Emilio and Wynne. Clearly very excited to get to know them too.

—

Their heart was beating in their throat as they took in the full sight of the creature, its horns and its tall stature. Wynne wasn’t sure if they were afraid or just run through with adrenaline, with a need to see Teddy and Emilio and themself, too, safely out of this strange maze. And though they’d suggested running, Emilio had another idea as he stepped between themself and the creature. In their mind’s eye, the horns of another demon gleamed menacingly, and they shook their hands as if it would alleviate bad memories and stress.

Teddy pushed them back too and they stumbled, wanting to argue with whatever it was the others were doing. But another part of them felt themself flush with a warm feeling. They were being protected. The realization was too big to fully analyze in the moment, but it was there. Overwhelmingly so.

Still, there was no room for them to argue or to push past the two larger people to remind them that they should be running, as the monster opened its mouth. It didn’t roar. It didn’t howl crude words at them, nor did it demand they kneel or look down. It sounded distinctly human and as Wynne popped their head up between Teddy and Emilio’s shoulders, they took note of the tiny glasses on the monster’s nose.

A good monster, maybe. Like Nora.

Their cheeks flushed at the way this creature described them and Emilio, mentioning the Leviathan in the same breath. Gythraul’s horns shined menacingly in their mind. They noticed they were holding their breath.

But Teddy knew the monster, called him Freddy. Wynne’s eyes widened a little and pushed themself between Teddy and Emilio, glancing at the offered hand. They looked up at Emilio and his knife, had a feeling that he’d probably not offer his name. If they knew anything, it was to be polite, and it seemed that being polite to this monster seemed like the best thing to do. “I’m Wynne. I’m not a bean.”

—

The creature was stretching to an impossible height, the blankets moving with it, and the knife in his hand was too small, and Teddy was coming to stand beside him when they should have been running, and Emilio was so tense he thought he might snap. Teddy’s hand found his, and he was selfishly grateful for the warmth of it, even though he knew they ought to be anywhere but here. They could probably make it if they ran, could probably save themself and Wynne, could probably —

The monster reached for something, and Emilio’s grip on that too-small knife tightened. He crouched, ready to jump forward, but… it was glasses? The creature was putting on a pair of glasses. It put Perro gently on the ground, and the dog trotted over to Emilio with a curious tilt of his head. Emilio hesitated and, without taking his eyes off the beast in front of him, darted down to gather the dog in his arms. He quickly turned, pushing the bundle of wriggling fur towards Teddy in order to keep both hands free for the fight that… wasn’t coming?

The beast was speaking. The beast had a soft voice and a strange accent. The beast knew Teddy. The beast also evidently thought that Teddy and Emilio were an item, and that Wynne was their kid, and there was a tightness in Emilio’s chest that he didn’t much feel like unpacking. Teddy called him Freddy (was it normal for things to rhyme?), and Emilio trusted them enough to relax, even if only slightly. He glanced back to Wynne, still behind him and Teddy but peaking over their shoulders now. It was probably fine. Teddy wouldn’t do anything to put them in danger, so if they were referring to this beast by name, then the beast wasn’t a threat.

But he did still have questions. He glanced to Teddy, head tilting in a way that wasn’t unlike the way Perro’s had as he’d approached the group. “If nobody tells me what is going on,” he said slowly, “I am going to find something to stab.”

—

“Aw, Sorries little one, just an expression is all. These two lookin’ after you? S’all it means. Can’t be nothin’ else, don’t think. What with all that mama and papa bear energy yous two got.” Fred grinned and it shouldn’t have looked so endearing, but it did. All those teeth in such a strange configuration for a bull’s head. It should have been terrifying to see that thing smile. Maybe it would have, if not for the way the chain looping the small glasses on its nose jingled while it talked, or the way it seemed so light on its feet… hooves… whatever. “Wynne is a right lovely name though, pretty as a peach.”

Teddy was still stunned. Still processing something they thought was a dream from yesteryear. “I thought I had imagined you– Dad never– I mean I–” They stammered, Fred laughed. A hearty chortle coming from deep within his gullet. It shook everything. It shook the tiny bells on the glasses, shook the fur on his neck, shook the pink and white fuzzy polka dotted blanket that had been made into some kind of toga, everything. Teddy felt like they had a fever.

“Ah, well, while he’s too tongue tied–” Fred started.

“I actually– go by– they/them now–” Teddy replied blankly. As if that was the most important thing here. As if there weren't a billion other things they should have been explaining.

“Oh! While they’re too tongue tied to properly explain, lemme give ya the skinny.“ The lesser demon stepped closer, awkwardly closing his big hand and using it to scratch behind one of his ears. Taking it a bit in stride, though, like he wasn’t at all bothered by the lack of trust. Almost like he was used to it.

“Used to be the little tadpole’s nanny, I did. When the big guy was out n’ about, doing its business. Couldn’t always look after this little mop.” Fred laughed again, such a warm inviting thing, then palmed the top of Teddy’s head. Mussing their hair before giving Perro a little scratch under his chin. “Til they got old enough to take care of themself, or til the Leviathan saw fit to bring ‘em on the job. Guess ya still got my summonin’ blanket though, or else we wouldn’t all be ‘ere now would we.”

—

Was the creature suggesting that Emilio and Teddy were their parents? Wynne’s face grew slack, their expression unsure at the mistake. “No they’re …” They weren’t sure. “We’re just friends.” Their parents were at home, if they’d stayed, or somewhere where they didn’t want to know where they were. They corrected themself: “Family.” They were family, that much was true, that much they had realized — but they hadn’t put any other terms to it. They gave a half-hearted smile at the compliment to their name.

They were eyeing Teddy to figure out how to feel, as Emilio’s response was making them wonder if they should be more aggressive. But this large figure knew Teddy, and Teddy was someone with good judgment when it came to people (if this was a people) and so Wynne decided to trust their instincts over those of Emilio.

Besides, Perro seemed alright, didn’t he? And it turned out this Freddy had been Teddy’s nanny, which was completely ludicrous — but then Teddy’s father had been the Leviathan, had been something much larger and frightening in its true form. “Oh.” Their response left their mouth O-shaped for a bit, eyes wide as they tried to make sense of this. They looked at Teddy again. “I didn’t know you knew a Minotaur and that it was your nanny.”

Because that’s what he was, wasn’t he? Wynne didn’t know a lot about Greek mythology, but they knew about the labyrinth because that was the story that featured Ariadne. This Freddy wasn’t goatlike, but sooner bovine — and that story had contained a half-man, half-bull as well. And a labyrinth.

It still didn’t explain all the blankets, though. “Are these blankets … yours? Can you help us … out of here?”

—

In spite of the confusion-turned-anger (or anger-turned-confusion? The order felt uncertain, but Emilio was pretty sure there was both anger and confusion in the mix), Emilio couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread through his chest as Wynne called them family. They kind of were, weren’t they? It wasn’t something he ever thought he’d find again after Mexico, but he found he was glad to have it now. Even if it did come with a giant maze of blankets and an impossibly large, horned beast.

He found himself continuingly looking to Teddy for guidance as said beast spoke, ready to follow their lead. Except… they weren’t giving much of a lead. They looked pretty dumbstruck, staring at the creature with a gaping mouth and none of the fear they’d expressed before. There was shock, there was confusion, there was uncertainty, but none of it seemed to carry negative connotations. Not a threat, he decided, mind allowing him to accept Teddy’s reaction as proof.

He only tensed a little when the beast — when Fred reached down to touch Teddy’s hair and pat Perro, and after a moment, he loosened his grip on the knife to the point that it was less weapon, more security blanket. He spun it between his fingers absently, watching the interaction with more curiosity than paranoia now. “Nanny?” He repeated the word. He knew what it was, though of course he’d never had one. Elena Cortez had taken a very hands on approach to parenthood. “You knew them when they were small, then?” His eyes flicked over to Teddy, brow raised slightly.

And… what was a Minotaur? Emilio glanced back at Wynne, question clear in his expression. Was that this kind of demon? Wynne certainly knew a thing or two about demonic entities, though Emilio hadn’t realized they knew the correct names (or classifications?) for them. He was a little impressed, and he offered them a curt nod to express it.

Then, he turned back to Fred. “Your maze is bad,” he added. “There is no exit. There is supposed to be one, no?” Blunt, and maybe a little rude, but… that was Emilio. It kind of always had been.

—

“Ah well, family’s the blanket you wrap yourself in, innit?” Fred softened, a proud look both at his metaphor and at the kid he used to watch over. Teddy started to stir from their stupor, blinking back to the current, abandoning ideas of being in danger to an excitement befitting a big reunion.

“Wait-wait, I’m an asshole, Freddy commere.” The ex-demon shuffled the bundle of black fur and snores over to Wynne so they could embrace the current-demon. The bigger one laughed, wrapping his hefty arms around the smaller. “If I– Fred if I knew you were still around I would’ve had you over a long fuckin’ time ago. To meet the–”

A pause. Another realization. Wynne said family and their heart swelled. A goofy little grin stirred Ted’s features as they turned to face the others. Eyes flicking between the surly detective and the kid. Of course they had felt that way. Teddy had been so protective over Wynne ever since learning about their past. Hell, maybe before that. The pair had been walking dogs together for a while, always talking about things or sharing recipes, and it was always so nice. Something about them just clicked together. Puzzle pieces that were always meant to find the right picture to become a part of.

This said nothing of the fact that Teddy did not correct Fred about Emilio though. Their mouth dried a little, knowing how big their feelings were, and how the slayer didn’t quite reflect them. But that was another story. Another clue for the man to see inside their head. Fred didn’t seem to notice much, he took the young Jones by the shoulder and grinned.

“Sorry to disappoint little one, not a real Minotaur. Can see how the confusion mightn’ just pop in though!” Another hearty chortle and it was like the cookie jar of memories was unlocked in Teddy’s mind. Before Fred had a chance to continue they knew what was coming next. A story. Fred loved stories. “Ya see, When I was but a wee lesser demon, not too much taller than yerself there luv, I got into a bit of a tiff, I did.”

“You pissed off a… spider demon?” Teddy recalled as if they'd only been told yesterday.

“Ah! Yeah! Theugh Mi’sus!” Freddy confirmed, though it sounded like he said ‘The Mrs’. The old not-minotaur had a lot of friends with strange names, Ted found themself remembering a whole lot of old stories. Bits and pieces flooding in as they stood next to the big beast. “Well, ya see, She was right to be angry. I was a young upstart makin’ my way in the demon world as it were. But I sorta used her old traps to do my business, right? Bit of a faux pas I guess but I wuddn’t that bright in them days. So she cursed me. Made me look like the human’s story of a bullheaded jerk stuck in the middle of a web. Or labyrinth I guess. But she made my prison soft like, yeah? All these comfy fuzzy blankets. From that point on, I could be summoned into this dimension through my quilt. Just gotta build a fort. Lovely lady actually, though. Don’t blame her much for the whole confusion. We play poker on Thursdays now!” Another big laugh, practically shaking the corridor.

“Thing is, I ain’t actually a minotaur, even if I was one, right? Y’see the Oh Gee was named after his father! Technically he’s just the Bull of Minos. Didn’t know all this back then, but boy do I know it now.” Fred continued, clearly ready to go on for a whole lot longer, but Teddy saw fit to cut him off.

“Right, so– Freddy knew me… up until I was like eight or nine?”

“Ayup. Auuuugh, I remember the tantrums you used ta throw wherever you didn't get yer way. Such a little spitfire, you wanna see pictur–”

“NO. We just need to get out, like Wynne said.”

“Ahh well, ‘course I can help with that, it’s my maze afterall, innit? Not supposed to be a solvable thing by outsiders.” He winked toward Emilio who'd just said something to the same effect. With that, it was like the blankets started to shift with a mind of their own. Responding to the lesser-demon’s will. Molding a door from one of the walls. Still made from the same material, but intricate, complete with a knob and a little pillow shaped knocker.

—

Wynne elbowed Emilio softly as he spoke rudely to the Minotaur called Freddy. What if the demon decided it would not be spoken to with such disrespect and suffocated them all with the thick blankets? They didn’t want to die by blanket — they didn’t want to die at all. (That seemed to be a big difference between the two of them: Wynne’s refusal to die, Emilio’s acceptance that he should die soon.

They nodded at the demon solemnly. “Yes. And you can pick the blanket to wrap yourself in,” they said, which was true. Emilio and Teddy and them shared no blood nor long-stretched past, but it was familial in this home. It was easy to think of them as that.

“Oh, that’s okay. I’m sorry that I misjudged.” They swallowed thickly as the demon went on and on to remind them that it was a demon, and Wynne remembered how even Levi hadn’t been that nice a demon at the end of it all. But Teddy seemed to trust the other, to be familiar with it and that had to be at least somewhat of a good sign. Teddy would never put Emilio or them in danger, after all, and that was something they trusted in. “But … I think you’ve made the most of it, right? I’m sorry this is a prison. Can you really never leave, or do you leave for the poker?”

They tried to relax, eyes still as wide as sauces as they continued to stare at the other. Maybe that was rude too, but they also figured it was good to keep eye contact. Like you had to do with some animals. Wynne really hoped Freddy couldn’t read their mind.

Teddy remained focused, but Wynne smiled a little. “I think … we have time to see a picture.” They gave a look to Teddy, finally averting their gaze. They looked at the small doorknob, glad that they weren’t forever stuck among the blankets, and then back up at the demon. “Thank you.”

—

Wynne elbowed him in the ribs, and Emilio swatted at them instinctively. He knew he was being… difficult, to say the least, but this wasn’t the kind of situation he really knew how to react to. He’d met demons before, of course — Levi and Teddy and Gabagool and the one at Wynne’s family’s compound, though he wasn’t sure the last one really qualified as a meeting. But this still felt like uncharted territory, and Emilio was so bad at uncharted territory. He always defaulted to angry, and angry rarely got him anyplace good.

But this demon — Fred, who had known Teddy since they were young and throwing tantrums — didn’t seem to mind the anger. He barely seemed to register it at all. And while that might normally make Emilio even angrier, he was a little more interested in the things Freddy was saying. He didn’t understand half of it — surprising no one, Emilio wasn’t familiar enough with mythology to have heard of a Minotaur, nor did he want to think about demons playing poker — but he did find some things of interest. Namely, things about the ex-demon who used to be Fred’s occasional charge. “They still throw tantrums when they don’t get their way,” he said dryly. “Very good at pouting. You probably know the look. Es lindo, pero estúpido.”

There was some relief, at least, in the revelation that Fred could get them out easily enough. The ‘fort’ (why were they calling it a fort?) wasn’t exactly a small, contained space, but Emilio felt his palms starting to sweat the way they tended to when he was trapped in one all the same. Maybe it was that feeling of being trapped that brought him back to the shed, brought him back to being six years old with a knife so big he had to use two hands just to hold it properly. He didn’t like being anywhere without a ready-made escape plan and, up until the moment Fred willed that door into existence, he hadn’t had one here.

He felt a childish desire to rush the door, to slam it open and run through it, but he held back. He gestured for Wynne to go first, ushering Teddy in behind them as he glanced back to Fred again. With a quiet hum, he nodded. “Need to see the pictures,” he agreed. “All of them.” He glanced to Teddy out of the corner of his eye, the expression on his face only describable as a shit-eating grin. “Teds never shows us anything.”

—

Before Emilio even said anything, before Wynne turned the tides on the toddler tantrum evidence and when it should be shared, Teddy was already making the infamous face. Lips drawn into a tight line, cheeks slightly puffed. A few dimples forming in their chin while their brows drew together in a concentrated consternation. However, the whole expression dissolved the moment it was brought up. He called it cute?? A more sheepish tint washed over the ex-demon’s demeanor. The same that had cropped up quite a few times recently.

Freddy didn’t seem to notice much. The old demon was taking all this in stride. A grin on his face and an eagerness to share an album's worth. “Not quite a prison anymore, luv. Won my freedom from Theugh Mi’sus. More like a house now, completely re-arrangeable. Quite comfortable too, really.” If there was one thing the strange not-minotaur seemed to be proficient in, it was rolling with the punches. Finding silver linings in piles of dirt. “Though I did lose a quarter of it to Knaughonne Eylse. Sort-of like a roomie now. Ah, well, least it keeps to itself.” A’lfredo opened the door happily. “I don’t have all the snappies on me, but believe you me, if you like I could come by with the book of ‘em. Been scrapbookin’ a lot lately. Got me all nostalgic hearin’ the stories from–Ahh! There ‘e is!”

Beyond the threshold, one leg high in the air as he stretched, cleaning himself like a cat or particularly flexible dog, Gabagool froze in place. Clearly surprised by the sudden materialization of the door in the living room. Languidly the badalisc lowered his limb and looked up at the group. Surveying each look on each person’s face before turning his attention to the other demon.

“Hey Fredo, still on for Thursday?”

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Saltare

The verb saltare translates as "to jump", but it has many idiomatic usages you can hear us say in our dialogues. Usually "saltare" needs the auxiliary verb "avere" especially if you use it to refer to a serie of jumps or a prolonged action (eg. ha saltato tutto il giorno = he jumped all day long), but if you use it for a single jump or the passive ofc you'll need the verb "essere" (eg. è saltato giù dal letto = he jumped out of bed; sono saltato sull'autobus = I jumped on the bus; mi è saltato *via* un bottone della camicia = a button broke away from my shirt).

Next, I am going to list a few examples of the general meaning and of the figurative (=fig.) one.

saltare con la corda: to jump the rope

saltare *via* qualcosa: to jump sth away (eg. saltare la siepe: to jump the hedge away); OR saltare qualcosa: to jump away/to not do/read... out of distraction (eg. leggendo, hai saltato una riga: you missed/didn't read a line) or out of any other reason (eg. ho saltato una lezione: I didn't follow/missed a lesson; saltare una classe/un anno -scuola-: to miss a class/a year of school)

saltare qualcuno: to jump sb away (esp. in sport fig. to dribble); OR to not include someone/leave someone out of something (eg. hai saltato una persona nell'elenco = you missed/left out a person from the list) also in the passive form "venire saltato": to be missed/left out

saltare a piè pari : to jump with both feet (also fig.: to avoid doing something on purpose)

saltare dalla gioia: to jump out of happiness/because you're happy (also: fare *i* salti di gioia)

saltare dal trampolino: to jump from the diving board

saltare in sella alla moto: to jump on the motorbike (fig. to sit on a rush)

saltare addosso a qualcuno: to jump on someone (to attack sb out of anger/passion -fig.)

saltare al collo: to jump at the neck (to hug or attack someone -fig.)

far saltare qualcuno: to make sb act/do what they need to do (fig.) or to make someone jump the rope (while holding the rope); also to remove from a job/dismiss (eg. far saltare il governo/il presidente = to dismiss the government/the president)

saltare come un grillo/un canguro: to jump like a cricket/a kangaroo

saltare via: to jump away (something breaking suddenly away like a piece of plaster or fig. to jump scare)

saltare in aria: to explode (fig. lit. to jump in the air; at times used just as "saltare" as well eg. far saltare la banca = to make the bank explode)

far/saltare: to make something break suddenly (fig. eg. far saltare la serratura: to make the lock break away/shoot it; è saltata la valvola: the electric valve broke away)

far saltare i nervi a qualcuno: to make someone angry (fig. lit. to make someone's nerves break away)

(far) saltare a la mosca al naso: to get angry/lose patience (fig.)

TW (fig.) far(si) saltare la testa: to shoot you/sb in the head /TW

saltare fuori: to jump out of something suddenly; (fig.) to discover something suddenly; also found as "saltare su": to say/do something suddenly and often at the wrong time

far saltare fuori qualcosa: to make something reappear suddenly out of nowhere (fig. usually for something lost eg. fai saltare fuori i miei soldi = make my money jump out back again)

saltare agli/negli occhi (also as volare negli occhi) a qualcuno: to overreact to someone, to angrily reply to someone even physically (fig.)

saltare agli occhi: to notice evidently (fig.- eg. la differenza di colore salta subito all'occhio = the color's difference can be easily seen/spot)

saltare in mente/testa: to have an idea pop up suddenly in your mind (fig.)

saltare da un posto all'altro/da un'idea all'altra = to jump in between or consider at the same time two places/ideas also without a logical explanation (fig. fixed expr.: saltare di palo in frasca)

saying: o mangi questa minestra o salti la finestra: lit. you eat this soup or you jump out of the window. (fig. to choose the less painful option among two kinda harsh/difficult ones)

saltare in padella: (food, fig.) to make food "jump in the pot" so that it won't burn

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thedizzydinosaur · 13 days

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Day 5 resist (sacrifice/corruption/secret)

Tw: mild gore, mention of death, (temporary) child death

It hurt.

Despite all of the potions and salves that were ment to numb the aria in question, each careful, measured cut of the knife stung like a brand, buring hot and sharp.

But he could not stop, not even for a second. Stopping would make him falter, make him bulk and if he were to do that, he would fail at his task, his vital, time sensitive task.

Viren gritted his teeth, and carefully worked the tip of the blade between one of his ribs and the edge of his sternum.

He had to do this. His son would die if he didn't.

Your son is already dead. A poison laced voice in the back of his mind hissed. Dead and laying on your office desk.

Lissa, his sweet, strong Lissa.. she didn't know his plan. This last ditch, desperate plan that had already cost him so much, that was already staining his skin a ashy grey.

She was yet to find out about soren- no, if she was to find out that he'd passed whilst she was away on urgent business, she would never forgive herself.

He'd lose both of them.

Another rib came away with a stomach twisting sqrunch, and another, and another. Viren kept his eyes fixed on the scene playing out in the mirror he'd set up for this task.

He'd never convince anyone to help him with this. Even Mr experiment on thy self Kpp'Ar, like he'd be any use to anyone any more.

The sight of his own exposed organs was enough of a shock to the system to temporarily nub the pain that came with the handful of ribs that covered his pounding heart.

The fat sack surronding it was a suppriseing shade of yellow, and came away easily from the muscle with a couple of flicks of the knife.

He placed a little of the fat in a bowl - it would be needed for the final spell.

Viren paused, and steeled himself. One wrong move here, and it would be all over.

Over for him.

Over for soren.

Just over.

But there was no time to think about that now. He took a deep, steading breath, angled the knife just so, and cut into his beating heart.

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He was cold.

It was probably the shock of what he'd just done.

And blood loss. Probably. There was a high chance that that was starting to catch up to him, too.

But he'd managed to put his ribs back into place and slap some potent healing salve on under the banages that now bound his chest together before his strength finally failed him.

He could feel the magic seeping into his skin, flesh, and bones. Each breath, shaking and wheezing like he'd just run up the steps of the north tower from courtyard to ramparts, was slowly getting easier, and less painful.

Small drops of relief against an ocean of pain.

He flopped, boneless and weak in his chair.

His time piece, a delicate metal marvel that Harrow had gifted him on his wedding day chimed Somewhere behind him, telling him that at some point the it had stopped being late at night, and started being early in the morning.

He turned his head to look at the sad, still bundle that was his son, still wrapped in his blanket and cuddling his plush dragon to his still chest.

In a few short hours, Claudia would wake up, and come looking for the two of them.

And Lissa was due home not long after.

.. he couldn't fail them.

Viren pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the way his head swam and his chest burned, and hobbled over to his desk, leaning heavily on his stalf for support.

He still had so much work to do, and so little time to do it.

#tdpprism2024 #the dragon prince #tw mild gore #tdp viren #🫀🗡#tw death

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kinkyspookwhump · 1 year

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Henry (emeto) imagine!

Just a brief self-stuffing/ overeating related scenario to tide you over until the other fic is ready...

Technically an AU because of details not lining up with the actual plot, but it's just for fun, so that isn't going to be relevant to this one or anything else in the future as of now.

OBVIOUS VOMIT WARNING! (And TW for vomiting after eating, accidentally)

Henry is finally out of that lab and gets to eat whatever he wants to for the first time in his life, really. He literally stuffs himself past the limit to the point where his body is making a desperate attempt to relieve the horrible tension, but he just keeps forcing it back down every time. He's usually pretty flat and thin, so his full tummy really stands out looking impossibly tight and round.

There's just so much packed in that his stomach barely even has to contract to send it back up his throat, but Henry is stubborn and thinks he can take it. His belly feels so big and heavy, and he's getting so sleepy, but he manages to keep everything down for a good while, so he finally lets himself relax. Bad idea.

He feels a hot gush of thick vomit pour out all over his front before he even realizes what's happened. There was so much his body was begging him to lose, but that was just a fraction of what was still inside. It didn't feel like he had to throw up any more, at least not immediately, but he was still painfully tight and heavy. The excess lingering in the back of his throat was gone, but now he had to get cleaned up, which ment he'd have to stand. When he brought himself to his feet, the sloshing and churning of his poor overstuffed stomach was just too much to handle.

A good portion of his meal was quickly added to the mess in front of him as he stood there panting. His cheeks were burning and he struggled to catch his breath between the waves coming up back to back. This was so uncomfortable, but at the same time, it just felt so good to make that tightness go away.

He stared down through teary eyes, impressed with how much he must have eaten, noticing how much smaller his belly looked compared to before. Cleaning this up would surely be quite the task, but at least this was a mistake he'd surely never make again... Right?

#emeto #emetophilia #vomit kink #stuffing #overstuffed #belly kink #tummy kink #upset tummy #cw vomit #overeating #too full

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gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning · 1 year

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The Secret of Street Names [surprise one-shot]

Tw: mentions of cuts with weapons, loss of fingers, loss of eye,loss of tongue; and madness

If the Streets of Gotham were a kingdom then Crime Alley was the capital.There are Secrets to the Streets of Gotham that not even the Bat knows like the fact that Gotham's Streets have their own laws and enforcers. The King ,Danison, once tried to trick her, so she punched him. That earned her the position of Avenger in the Court. A Street name in Gotham, like most cities was earned,they had two. Delenn remembered when she earned them, as her and James traveled to the Court's main base.

The first Name they earned was the Ghost of Gotham. She had run away for the second time after moving and had learned from the first time to not stay put for more then a few hours at a time or it would be easier to catch them and return her to their parents. Bats was on her ass as she ducked into alleyways, climbed up and over walls, and ran across rooftops. She stopped on a ledge with a steep drop they pretended she couldn't see a way down. They turned to stare down the Bat. There was a fire escape and an open window a third of the way down. All she needed was a split second distraction and they could drop down and threw the window into the top level of the old factory her and Batman were standing on. What she hadn't seen at the time was a member of the Court watching her from the shadows.

"Come on kid, your parents are worried about you," Batman had said.

"That's a load of shit. Besides something tells me that despite the fact that ice only lived in Gotham for a month I have a better mental map of the city then you do," they'd taunted him. The Bat had been about to say something but explosion two blocks away caused by a rogue caught his attention and that split second was all she'd needed they rocked all her weight onto their heals and down she went they reached for the bottom of the fire escape and swung herself into the open window carefully landing as quite as possible. By the time Batman looked down they'd shut the window and backed away from it. As she slipped down to the section of factory on level with the Street she was careful not to touch anything. Bats was long gone when they left the factory. She turned around at the sound of slow clapping. Their eyes narrowed at the figure looking closely.

"Shadow," she greeted. Shadow is a high ranking member of the Court and reports many things to the King.

"Ghost," was the returning answer. Delenn paused and looked at him ears straining at the sound of many feet coming fast in the distance.

"So I've earned a Name then," Delenn asked the man given he called her by a Name when to their knowledge she didn't have one yet.

"You have," Shadow informed them. Delenn smiled.

"The Ghost of Gotham," she tested the Name,"I like it." Then the crowd ran past them Delenn felt their smile turn feral and she disappeared before Shadow's eyes.

Delenn and James were about two blocks from The Court they remembered when they earned their title and how.

Witness, one of the Court's watchers had informed her of a suspicious newbie they were lying through their teeth as easily as breathing and that wouldn't do. So in their capacity as Ghost rather then in her position of Avenger they approached him. Playing up her seemingly innocent appearance they caught his attention.

"Hey Mister, are you trying to bring the Court's enforcers down on ya?"

"The Court's Enforcers," he asked her seemingly worried. Delenn’s eyes narrowed minutely he wasn't worried it seemed he was trying to get the enforcers attention.

"How new are ya, exactly? Cause you seem worried which means you've heard of em but you're not scared of getting dragged before the Court for breaking a Law of the Streets," it was a very pointed question ment to dig out police spies and outsiders trying to find an in to the Court to destabilize the Streets hierarchy.

"I've been around a few months," he answered. He had lied directly their face. He was a false Street Child and he'd Broken the Cardinal Law of the Streets.

"Come with me then it's about time you met the Court," she said walking in the direction of the Court's trap Hq. They stopped once or twice to talk to people to spread the word that theiwould be an Interrogation and Judgment. The False Child was knocked out by hidden enforcers the second he stepped in the door.

A few hours after that the False Child awoke in the center of the bottom most floor of a warehouse that was supposed to be abandoned. On the lower level were the Street folk who had been introduced to the Court and found to be True. The middle level had a large central staircase where the at the landing stood the highest ranking members and in all sides the enforcers. The last level not accessible by any visible stairs held The Royals. It was from this level a voice boomed,

"False Child, the Avenger has brought you before us, you are charged with breaking the Streets Cardinal Law. How do you plead?"

The child looked up at the Royal's level.

"Uuhh, Not Guilty?" The Children laughed, for if the Avenger brought him in personally he had indeed broken it and Punishment was certain. Delenn had walked down the main staircase then silent, face blank, and a dagger in hand the blade had Truthseer engraved on it. The Children stopped there laughter suddenly leaving the warehouse eerily quiet, the atmosphere was tense. Delenn had been eight at the time and was rather feral despite having a home that she frequently ran from. The tense silence was broken by their soft child's voice,

"Who sent you False Child?"

He laughed but it died quickly when he realized none of the Children were laughing with him.

"No one sent me," he said " I hitch hiked my way here from New York two months ago." He lied trying to stall for time.

"Your lying ," is what she'd said ," Witness said the first time they had seen you as you are was two weeks ago." He squirmed in the chair. The dagger in their hand sliced his arm leaving a large cut .

"I'm telling the truth," he had insisted. That earned him another cut this time on his other arm.

"Who sent you," she'd asked again. Sheathing the dagger and pulling a scalpel from her coat pocket.

"I hitchhiked here from New York," he had been determined to stick to his story but everyone knew he was lying. They cut an L into shoulder. That elicited a half aborted scream.

"Seer said you entered the city from the south," she revealed to the room.

"Fine I came here from Boston," he spat out. They smiled full feral and added an I next to the L on his chest. The action earned another half aborted scream.

"Liar, your accent is all wrong, I'm thinking you came from somewhere much further south perhaps Virginia," she'd speculated aloud her New Orleans accent rearing it's head. He flinched, they'd hit it right on the money.

"Fine, I hitchhiked here from Virginia.Happy. " he demanded. She struck out and completed the carving of the word Liar. They put the scalpel away and pulled her dagger out once more.

"Who sent you," they demanded again. Adjusting her grip on the handle.

"Gotham PD," he bit out through the pain.

"Now we're getting somewhere but your still lying.You see Watcher says and Knower and Shadow agree, Your not GPD," she said walking around him before slamming their dagger into his middle finger on his left hand severing it. That time he did scream.

"I will ask again,Who sent you," she pushed seeing he was going to spill then and there.

"The feds sent me," he yelled. They had smiled and asked,

"Why?"

"The wanted to know if such Court's were a real thing," he had panicked then he had obviously not meant to say part of the real reason.

"That's part of the truth," she'd smiled and slammed their knife into a different finger on his right hand. Another scream came, the rest of the Court and the witnesses started shifting restless they knew jugement was close.

"The CIA sent me to find the Court and destabilize it if I could!" He had yelled the truth at last. The Court had gone deathly still all except for her, They'd smiled wider if possible and forced open the False Child's mouth and putting the dagger down and pulling out the scalpel again cut out his tongue and threw the appendage away into a shadowy corner for the rats to eat.

"That is for lying to my face," she hissed. The sentence echoing in the silence that befallen the headquarters. Then a chant of "Judgment" spoken in over a hundred voices began to fill the building before stopping. From the top level came the voice of Damison was heard,

"I name you 'Silenced' and pass Judgment. You have seen that which you are not worthy of so we shall take from you an eye. You have broken The Street's Cardinal Law and for that I sentence you to being driven to madness. Avenger deliver justice." They struck out at the False Child's right eye withe now bloody scalpel blinding it. She had grabbed his face and whispered a phrase in old voodoo and let go. They had walked back up to rest of the Court when Shadow had told her that Damison wanted to talk to them. She went up to third level of the building where Damison clapped a hand on their shoulder and said

"Welcome to the Royal level, you'll be standing up here with us from today onward," he'd said quietly Then loud enough to be heard,

"The Court's Avenger is now its Princess." The entire Court cheered at her new title. Many having believed that she had been long been overdue for it.

They snapped out of her Reverie as James and Themself had arrived at Court headquarters.

#only in gotham #only in gotham rp #gothamite #gotham

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