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fagbearentertainment · 2 months

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My computer won’t read my fucking sd card

#first my tooth fractures #and now I can’t post my flipnote #today sucks #gif

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cryptidghostgirl · 3 months

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Caged Bird (Dark!Alastor x Exorcist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Description: Y/n wakes up, her wings gone and her mind fuzzy. What will ensue? PART TWO TO MY ONE SHOT UNDERSTAND.

Link to Part One: Understand (Dark!Alastor x Exorcist!Reader)

Warnings: Uh, brief mentions of bandages and pain and stuff. Toxic relationships. Kidnapping?? What you'd expect to come after part one.

Word Count: 1,500

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A/N you guys have been like, breaking my door down for this one.

The world spun circles around Y/n as she opened her eyes. Memories as blurry as her vision, she struggled to bring her surroundings into focus. She could tell she was in a bed but not much else. Everything was different shades of red and unfamiliar, with a window to odd dark woods in her sight.

As the room settled into focus, the first thing she realized was that the window was not in fact a window. Instead, the room simply came to a point where the walls fractured and gave way to the outside. The second thing was that she was not alone.

"There you are, darling." came a hauntingly familiar voice from beside her, "I was starting to worry."

Everything came crashing down around her as she heard his voice. In her minds eye, Y/n watched the portal close. She saw her husband soaked in blood -- in her blood -- with that far off, crazed look in his eyes.

Alastor reached out to wipe a tear that threatened to fall from her eye and Y/n violently jerked away on instinct. Pain ricocheted through her body from the movement, stemming from the middle of her back. Emanating from the place where... she couldn't bring herself to think of it.

He let his hand hang there in the air by her face for a moment before bringing it back to his side with a sigh. Y/n turned her head to the side, her cheek pressing into the cool silk of the pillow case. She watched Alastor carefully.

There hadn't really been time when they first encountered one another in that ally to take in his new appearance. He leered over her, the same constant sharp tooth smile. Y/n couldn't help but notice that there was something there in the red glow of his eyes that was the same. It was the only thing that really remained of the man she had known. Well, that and the monocle.

"How are you feeling?"

"Awful."

With painstaking effort, Y/n pulled herself into a sitting position in the corner of the bed where it met the wall. As the blankets fell from her torso, she realized she'd been wrapped in crisp white bandages.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't give you anything for the pain until you woke up. Here."

Y/n looked up from the bandages to see that Alastor was holding a few pills and a glass of water out to her. She eyed them suspiciously.

"It's just aspirin."

"And you're just my fucking kidnapper. You're just the one person I was supposed to be able to trust completely."

Alastor's eyes fell to his hands. He took a deep breath.

"Y/-"

"You know," Y/n cut him off, her eyes falling to her hands as they fiddled with the blanket pooling in her lap, "I really thought you..."

Alastor looked over at her as her words fell off into silence. There were tears pooling in her eyes again. He didn't regret what he had done. No, it had been necessary. He couldn't lose her again. None of that mattered right now, however. It still hurt, to see her in such pain and know he was the cause.

"Thought what, my dear?" he prompted after a few moments.

"It's dumb." Y/n shook her head, still refusing to meet his eyes, "I was dumb."

"Now now, you know how I feel about you talking down about yourself. It is unbecoming and untrue."

Y/n shook her head again, letting out a small, sad, laugh. The sound was nothing more than a sharp exhale through her nose, it was rueful.

"I mean it, Y/n." Alastor insisted, "Tell me what is on your mind?"

As he spoke, he reached a hand out to her. He tried to hold her hand, he wanted to comfort her but Y/n flinched away again and so, he stopped his efforts.

"I thought you wouldn't hurt me." she admitted at last, meeting his eyes once again.

An arrow through his heart.

"I really thought you... I was so dumb."

"I'm not going to apologize." Alastor sighed after a moment, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest, "I did what I had to do."

"What you had to do?" Y/n really did laugh this time, her eyes searching the room before meeting his once again, "What you had to do, Al?"

"Yes. One day, you will realize that and you will thank me for it."

"Alastor fucking Hartfelt: no."

He stilled. It wasn't the usage of his full name, no. That he was used to hearing from his wife. She had a love of calling him it, it was a privilege in her mind. The real issue was that Y/n, the prim and proper precious girl he adored so much, had cursed. The only other time he'd heard her do that was when she had learned about his mother dying. She was serious.

"No." Y/n said again, shaking her head fervently as her gaze lowered to her lap, "I... in what world would I thank you for cutting the wings off my goddamn back? In what world.... how the fuck do you think things are ever going to be okay between us again?"

His hands slowly slid from his chest, falling loosely to his lap as Y/n met his eyes once again. She looked tired, she looked heartbroken. He hadn't meant for that.

"I..." Alastor searched for the words but they both knew there were none, "I didn't know what else to do."

"I told you I was going to figure something out!"

"And what if you didn't!?" Alastor yelled back, getting to his feet, "What if someone on your end found out and you got killed, for real killed."

He slammed his hands on the bed, leaning over Y/n who trembled slightly, her eyes wide.

"I did what I had to do." Alastor sighed, the anger falling from him as quickly as it had arrived, "Just... please. Please, Y/n. I couldn't lose you again."

Y/n's heart hurt. He was begging her. He had hurt her so much but, had the reasons really been that bad?

She knew he was right. With her plan, she would have most likely ended up dead or worse, with Adam forcing her to kill Alastor, or forcing her to try to at least.

He was begging her. He was begging her and even after what he had done, she loved him. Even after the violence, the pain, discovering his new nature, she loved him and was elated to be in his presence once again. Y/n wanted to scream, she wanted to cry. More than anything, she wanted to close her eyes and open them again to find it had all been a dream, open them to their sweet little house in the garden district -- alive.

"Please." Alastor said again, sinking to his knees as if in prayer, "Please, Y/n. I don't expect you to forgive me right away just try to understand where I'm coming from."

She watched him, his head in his hands, his eyes on the mattress. Y/n was angry. Because he was right, because she still wanted to scream, because god she just wanted him to hold her. Even knowing that he was the source of the pain, all she wanted was for him to hold her and make it all better. Because that was what Alastor did, what he had always done. He made things okay.

Life was easier with Alastor, life was lovely. Memories overtook Y/n, over took her reason and her anger and her fear. Tentatively, she reached a hand out and placed it on Alastor's head. He looked up at her, ears swiveling. Still smiling.

"Can you do anything else? Can you only smile?"

He hesitated a moment before shaking his head no and Y/n sighed.

"I..." Y/n trailed off, sighing once again.

She felt caught, trapped. Even if she wanted to go back to the hell of life as an exorcist, she couldn't. Options were limited: Alastor or alone. Y/n didn't think she wanted to be alone. Not now, not here, not like this.

"Can I have a hug?"

The question was small, her voice trembled. Alastor's eyes lit up. With a practiced grace, a practiced giving of space and time, he stood and sat down on the bed beside her. She fell into his chest, clutching his jacket as he wrapped his arms around her, careful to avoid the fresh wounds he had inflicted.

Y/n began to sob. Big heavy breaths, big wet tears soaking through his suit into his skin.

"It will all be okay." Alastor cooed, rubbing her shoulder gently, "It will all be okay."

And the worst part was, she beleived him. His words made her feel better. And the worst part was, Y/n began to smile.

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A/N I looked up his last name and this is what the wiki said. Please don't be mad at me.

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morallyinept · 4 months

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ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS - A Frankie Morales Christmas One Shot

Summary: Frankie is facing the prospect of a lonely Christmas, and this time of year is particularly difficult for him with maintaining his sobriety. He and the Miller brothers go to a bar on Christmas Eve for festive drinks, and perhaps a chance encounter with you might make Frankie believe again in the magic of Christmas.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub.)

Word Count: 5.9k

Scoville Smut Rating: None, it's fluff. You're safe.

Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.

Warnings/triggers - None, this is pure Frankie fluff. The only warning is tooth rot from how sweet it is.

NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.

If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.

Author’s Note: This might be one of my favourite stories in this Christmas story collection. I love writing some angsty fluff for my boys. 🥰 Cameo's from the Miller brothers too.

12 DAYS OF XXX-MAS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Enjoy & Happy Holidays! 🎄🖤

Laughter and festive music spills onto the wet sidewalk from restaurants and bars; a whiff of seasonal spices and cooked meats waft in the air.

Neon lights reflect back into Frankie’s eyes as he traipses alongside Benny and Will, a reserved contemplation etched into his tan features.

Will can't contain his wild excitement about proposing to his long term girlfriend. "I'm gonna pop the question, boys. Right there tomorrow on Christmas morning," he explains as he sidesteps puddles.

“About fuckin’ time!” Benny roars, clapping his big bro on the back, as Frankie hides behind a supportive smile in the shadows of his worn and slightly fraying cap.

“That’s great news,” Frankie says, as he pats his friend’s shoulder affectionately.

“Thanks, Fish.” Will eyes him carefully, noting the tight knot his face has become. “How you doing?”

It’s a daunting prospect, answering a question like that, which feels pretty loaded these days.

Frankie can remember all the times he’s been asked how he’s doing, and all the times he’s lied, convincing everyone that he was, indeed, perfectly fine. A well crafted façade as his life spiralled away from him right under everyone's noses, and the words feel hollower now.

The white, powdery gap has wedged itself in all of his relationships to note. The strain, and shame, of having and carrying the stigma of an addiction - something that he had tried to convince himself he didn't have for too long - has damaged some of those relationships permanently, most notably the one with his closest friends, his brothers in arms.

The separation caused by his addiction weighs heavily on him; he sees the way they step carefully around him now. Frankie’s acutely aware that the person they knew him to be during his darker days might be vastly different from the Frankie they once called a comrade on the front line.

Frankie's return to the fold of his former, closest friends, is a gritty experience, filled with the raw emotions of both redemption and remorse and the heavy load they drag. The scars run deep, and some days it feels like he won't ever escape the haunting spectre of the person he used to be.

Reunions like this, are like stepping into combat where trust is always the first casualty, and he has to navigate the minefield of scepticism whilst trying not to lose a limb should one detonate in his face.

The estrangement from his military buddies has left wounds on both sides. Benny was genuinely concerned, while Will harboured resentment for the times when Frankie’s struggles had impacted the cohesion of their once tightly knit phalanx.

The camaraderie that previously thrived in the crucible of combat and beyond, has been fractured by the corrosive effects of his weaknesses. He prepares himself mentally for the conversations that lie ahead, adopting the same meticulous planning mindset he had during his time serving in Delta Force.

Although, a fat lot of good that will do.

“I’m good, doing alright.” Frankie replies in a tired monotone.

“Six months, buddy!” Benny says, knocking into him. “That’s more than alright.”

And Frankie lets a crooked smile slip from lips that are constantly downturned as of late. Benny was the only one to really check in on a regular basis, to help him move what little belongings he had into the shitty apartment the VA had assigned to him after weeks of crashing on Benny’s lumpy couch.

He’s not mad at Will for taking a step back, he gets it; the man is in love and swept up with it, which Frankie is actually pleased about. Will needs a sturdy woman to take care of him when he faces his own darkness trying to claw at him in the middle of the night.

Pope’s absence is what cuts the deepest; it's been over a year since Tom’s passing in the Andes on that fucking stupid mission, leaving them all to try and pick up the pieces without him, and each of them failing miserably in their own ways. As resilient as Benny is, he still takes the punches in the ring to help quiet the tornadoes in his mind.

Frankie’s not heard a word from Pope, except for a text message, months ago, informing him he had moved on to Australia.

“Six months? Fuck. That’s great.” Will agrees. And he seems genuinely pleased.

Frankie nods, head down as he follows along with them. He squeezes the sobriety coin inside his pocket to the point it could absorb fully into his skin.

Six months into his journey of being clean, the pull of old habits still linger and twitch at his fingers.

The holiday season, with its emotional complexities, is akin to flying in low visibility conditions. Frankie recognises the familiar dreaded terrain of festive traditions, obscured by the fog of past memories and cravings. And navigating his way through this time of year in particular, alone, is something that has stunted his rotary blades in mid-flight.

“Any chance of Pope meeting us here, early Christmas present?” Will asks.

Frankie shakes his head. “No. He’s not back.”

“Still loved up with that gorgeous chick in Aus.” Benny interjects.

“Shit. Pope in love.” Will chuckles in bewilderment.

Benny laughs. “Never thought I'd see the day.”

“What about you Fish, you patch things up with Carmela?” Will asks Frankie.

“That’s long dead in the water.” Frankie replies bitterly as he pulls skin from his bottom lip with his teeth.

“What about your kid, you’re seeing her for Christmas, right?” Will queries.

“Carmela's being… obstinate.” Frankie says.

“Carmela's being a bitch.” Benny corrects. “She got back to you yet?”

Frankie shakes his head and bites down on his cheek.

“Like I said, bitch.”

“Come on. That’s the mother of his kid, Ben.” Will interjects, softly.

“Don’t matter. She’s withholding visitation.” Benny explains.

“What the courts say?” Will addresses Frankie and he shrugs.

“Can’t afford a lawyer so we’re kinda freestylin’ it right now.” He bows his head further, almost tucking his chin to his chest, shoulders hunched up.

“You know, if you need money-” Will begins.

“Jesus.” Frankie mutters and shakes his head.

His ex-partner's decision to withhold visitation rights is a gut-wrenching blow, another barricade on the path to rebuilding a fractured life.

The pain of being separated from his daughter, especially at Christmas, only adds another layer of complexity to his struggles, testing the limits of his newfound sobriety.

It cuts deep as he squeezes round the coin tighter now, trying to drown out the voice that reminds him of all of his shortcomings.

Frankie, the single dad; the recovering addict, the deadbeat. Frankie, who can’t even afford a cheap condo or his own mattress, and can't help but feel a stabbing twinge of loneliness sweeping in beneath the sociability of some drinks on Christmas Eve with his friends.

Man, he fuckin’ hates Christmas, and all the schmaltzy shit that comes with it. Passing by windows lined with glitzy tinsel, he'd like nothing more than to wrap it around his neck and step off the stool.

He shakes the grisly thought away as his thumb runs over the familiar ridges of the coin.

Amid jokes and banter, mainly spurred on by Benny, they reach the bustling bar, squeezing through the door. A last get together before Christmas whisks them away with families and significant others, and Frankie goes back to staring at four walls on his own each night.

Frankie nervously checks his phone before he pushes in. The phone in his hand, a cockpit instrument, displaying crucial data for the upcoming flight - his daughter's presence on Christmas day - glancing at the obvious void of being left on read by Carmela.

It's cutting close to the hour, almost nine PM and he still hasn’t a clue about plans for tomorrow, so he taps out another quick message and pushes send with a growl on the cusp of his tongue.

Well? Can I see her 2morrow or not?

He shoves his phone back in his jacket pocket, along with his hands, grips around the coin in there again, and pushes into the bar after the guys.

Mismatched, but cosy furniture fills the space, from worn leather booths to tall barstools that line the crowded bar with bodies perched on them.

Laughter and lively chatter fills the air, punctuated by bursts of holiday cheer from groups engaged in boisterous and animated conversations. Behind the bar, bartenders expertly pour draught beer and craft seasonal cocktails; their hands moving in a dance of mixing, shaking, and smug pouring.

The clinking of ice cubes and the subtle hiss of carbonation adds to the melange of sounds. A tinkling of Slade echoes around the bar, muted out somewhat by the cacophony.

As Frankie navigates the crowded bar, the festive ambiance a rotor wash, swirling around him and lifting the spirits of those caught in its currents. However, beneath the surface, the turbulence of emotions echo his past experiences where clarity often comes after navigating through complex conditions.

His gaze lingers on the phone again, a lifeline dangling like a rescue hoist, awaiting confirmation that he could airlift his plans for Christmas with his daughter to safety. Instead he’s left in a holding pattern, patiently waiting for clearance to land.

Mierda.

Gritting his teeth, he dodges bodies coming at him.

Unable to find a table, the trio settle to standing at the end of the bar, squeezed in as Benny signals for the bartender as he pulls out his wallet, immersed in the festive chaos orbiting around them.

“So much for a quiet one.” Will smirks at Frankie.

“It’s fuckin’ Christmas eve, man.” Frankie responds with a shrug, taking off his cap, smoothing back his hair and settling it back on again. Curls billow out wildly behind his ears like he’s been electrocuted.

“So tomorrow’s the big day, huh?” Frankie questions.

“Yeah.” Will nods.

“You nervous?”

“Shitting myself, man.” Will says.

Glasses of whiskey are pushed into their hands by Benny. “Who’s shittin’?” He asks.

“Tomorrow.” Will explains.

“She’s gonna say yes, man. You don’t need to worry. She’s a good girl.” Frankie states taking his drink and sipping it.

He’s only met Will’s partner once and she seemed nice enough. Unmemorable, as he struggles to recall her face, but nice. The sharpness of his drink hits his tongue and warms his mouth.

“Too good for this asshole.” Benny ribs.

Frankie glances around the bar idly as Benny lets rip into his brother some more.

He’s pulled back into the conversation when he feels a light jab in his shoulder.

"Fish, when are you getting back into the dating game?" Will queries.

Frankie shrugs and his eyes find the floor again, looking at his feet. “I dunno man, I’m not exactly a catch right now.”

“Shut up, you handsome bastard. You just need to get laid.” Benny cajoles. "Fuck dating. Get you some pussy."

"I'm focusing on staying sober and being a dad right now. Or trying to be-” He’s acutely aware his phone hasn’t buzzed in his pocket.

“Fuck that bitch Carmela, man.” Benny hisses.

“I did. Look where it got me.” Frankie smirks.

“You’re on the up, Fish. Stop with the melancholy.” Benny says.

“You heard back about your licence appeal yet?” Will queries.

“They’re still reviewing it. S’been almost fourteen fuckin’ months. Got a letter last week."

“Shit.” Will says.

“Yeah. My sponsor’s putting in a good word.” Frankie explains. “Reckons it oughta get it rolling now.”

“Fuckin’ A!” Benny grins.

“I don’t wanna get my hopes up.” Frankie shrugs. “But it could be looking promising.”

“We’ll get you outta that workshop and in the air again!” Benny says.

“You still wanna fly for the Military?” Will queries, surprised.

Frankie shakes his head. “Private. Lessons, maybe for hire, that kind of thing.” Frankie explains.

“Fish has got a whole business plan mapped out.” Benny praises. “Even designed a business card.”

“You did.” Frankie corrects. “And you spelt aviation wrong.”

Benny flips him off.

“Well, I’ll drink to that,” Will says, holding out his glass. “New business venture.”

“Let’s drink to you getting engaged instead,” Frankie counters, feeling prickly. "Salud!"

They chink their glasses together and neck back the whiskey. Benny gathers the empties and leans over the bar again. “Same again?” He asks the guys.

“Yeah. I’ll be back. Gotta take a leak.” Frankie turns towards the direction of the toilets.

He squeezes past clusters of people and pushes through the door that feels sticky on the tips of his fingers.

A waft of ammonia tinged in the air, mixed with the lingering scent of various cleaning agents, assaults his senses. Dim, flickering fluorescent lights barely illuminate the small, cramped space. The walls, once painted a neutral colour, now showcase peeling paint and patches of unidentified grime.

Random graffiti and scratches mar the surface, telling tales of forgotten nights and transient patrons, and Frankie skims his eyes over them as he unzips his flies at the urinal.

Drying his hands on crunchy, blue paper towels, he pulls out his phone to check again for a message that he already subconsciously knows isn’t there. Sighing, he glances himself in the mirror and stares at his tired complexion.

The weariness etched in his expression doesn’t diminish the underlying determination. His jaw sets firm, a silent resolve evident even in the tired lines of his face, anger and frustration bubbling inside.

He takes the coin out of his pocket, staring down at it and grounding himself. Remembering to breathe as the vibrations in his skull begin to whir. He tucks it away quickly when the door opens and a couple of guys bundle in, chattering away.

The bar's atmosphere is electric, and the holiday spirit seems to amplify it with every step.

He bumps into a body on his way out of the bathroom, the encounter is a gentle collision, enough to pause him momentarily as a bright pair of eyes and gentle smile renders him still.

It takes a second for the wetness to register as it seeps through his shirt and jacket and onto his belly skin, cooling it.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” You gasp at him, your glass now empty and all over this rugged stranger who’s smiling at you, wiping himself down with his large hands, although it does absolutely nothing at all, and reassuring you it’s alright.

"My bad, I should’ve looked where I was going." Frankie says, offering a sheepish smile.

"No, I regularly make a habit of being a klutz.” You assure. “You’re the innocent party.”

“In that case, I’m glad for your lack of co-ordination.”

“Smooth.” You remark with a grin, eyes twinkling at him in amusement.

“Can I get you another?” Frankie offers.

The accidental spill on his jacket becomes a metaphorical bird strike, a sudden encounter with the unexpected. Yet, much like dealing with a bird strike in flight, Frankie handles it with some flooding, composure, brushing off the impact and continuing on his course. Even if he’s running on the subconscious act of keeping true.

“What? No. I should be buying you one for ruining your shirt.”

“S’not ruined. Just a little damp.” He explains.

“Well, I’m glad. It’s a nice shirt.”

“Now who’s being smooth?”

“Dude, I live for Fleetwood Mac, okay. I would be devastated if you had to throw it away on my account.”

And suddenly Frankie’s brain envisions you wearing it, the t-shirt depicting his favourite band under his shirt and jacket. Nothing else, but his faded t-shirt that he should have thrown out months ago, as the holes under the armpits get a little wider with each wear, but he can’t bear the thought of parting with it.

He swallows dryly and tries to remember to breathe again.

“Come on, I insist.” You say. And he doesn't have time to resist or object as you promptly link his arm and drag him towards the bar.

As you wait for the attention of one of the bartenders, you tilt your head curiously to him. "So, what brings you out on this busy Christmas Eve?" You ask him.

Frankie leans in so you can hear him. “Insanity.”

“Oh, you too?” You smirk.

He chuckles. “My friend’s getting engaged tomorrow. We’re out celebrating.”

“Oh nice, he’s doomed.” You cajole and Frankie nods in agreement.

“Something like that. What about you?”

“Drinks, work colleagues. Blah. Blah.” You say.

“Well, don’t let me keep you.”

“You’re not. I can’t stand them. Besides, you're much more interesting.”

“I doubt that.” Frankie blushes.

“Oh come on. You love Fleetwood Mac. I’m already hooked.” You smile.

He smiles back at you and you notice the deep richness of his eyes stunning you for a moment. He nods just over your head as the bartender approaches, and you turn to order your drinks, breaking the spell.

“Let me get this.” Frankie insists as he pulls his wallet and thrusts a twenty into the bartender's hand before you can.

“That was supposed to be my round.” You say.

“Early Christmas present,” he confirms to you with a lazy shrug.

“You play dirty.”

“Surely that’s the only way to play.” He smirks.

“Well, thank you.” You say handing him a glass and you notice a subtle tremor in his fingers as he takes it from you.

There’s a pause between you, a moment where your mutual smiles bleed into the surroundings and turn the noise down.

You glance around the bar as you sip your drink, the colours of Christmas lights twinkling in your irises and Frankie tries his best not to stare at them. But it's difficult because he’s drawn to them, like a magpie in want of something shiny.

Smiling, you point them out in wonder. “I love all this tacky shit, don’t you?”

Frankie looks around and nods subtly. “We’ve even got mistletoe.” He nods further down the bar at a plastic sprig hanging over the oblivious revellers underneath.

“That's so cliché. I prefer the subtlety of strategically placed tinsel."

"Ah, a tinsel strategist. Now that's a title. Do you have a manual for that, or is it all instinct?" He asks.

"It's an art form, my friend. Requires a keen eye for Fung Shei and a touch of OCD."

“I’m a bauble man myself.”

You scoff into your drink, choking a little as you giggle and Frankie feels like he’s just been immolated on the spot at the sound of it tittering out of you.

“Is that a euphemism? Should I just cut my losses now and go?”

“Funny.” He smirks.

You pretend to fan yourself, "I try my best. Making handsome guys laugh is just a side gig, you know."

“It’s a look, it’s working for you.” You confirm. "I like me a bit of scruff."

“Handsome? That's the second time tonight I've heard that."

"Really? Look at you, Mr Popular. Am I encroaching on someone else's staked claim of you?"

He shakes his head. "Not at all."

"Good. I wouldn't care if I was anyway." You smile.

"Fighting talk."

"You better believe it, handsome." You chuckle.

"I mean, I’ll take it.” A small pink blush settles in over his nose.

Frankie baulks. “Well good. I haven't washed this t-shirt for like, eight days…” he laughs.

“Hot.” You laugh back. “But let’s get into the nitty-gritty here.” You say. You thwack your glass onto the bar top as you lean on it, studying him.

“Alright.”

"I bet your holiday playlist includes some seriously cheesy tunes. Care to share your guilty pleasures?" You prompt.

He laughs. "Guilty pleasures? Please, my playlist is a masterpiece. Mariah Carey's 'All I Want for Christmas' is a holiday anthem that frequents. No guilt, only joy."

"Mariah Carey? Bold choice for a man in a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt.”

Frankie shrugs. “I’m eclectic.”

“I respect the commitment. Maybe I'll have to reconsider my stance on disliking holiday music." You say. You swirl the ice around in your glass.

“You don’t like a bit of Mariah? What is wrong with you?” Frankie sneers with a grin as he raises his own glass to his mouth.

"Everything. I’m a lost cause.”

“I doubt that, querida.” He murmurs.

“So, what's your go-to holiday movie? This is crucial information." You question.

"Die Hard, obviously. It's a Christmas movie and an action masterpiece. What more could you ask for?"

"A man of macho culture, I see. I concur. Die Hard, it is. Now we just need to settle the pineapple-on-pizza debate, and we'll be golden." You smirk. “And there is a correct answer by the way…”

The banter with you stirs something raw within Frankie - he can feel it - a feeling he hasn't experienced in a while. A long while.

Your smile and the daring glimmer in your eyes at him chokes him up in a solar flare; he’s finding it hard to breathe.

It’s a gritty, unfiltered connection that cuts through the tarnished facade he often wears, but comes surprisingly natural.

The jokes and playful challenges become a form of rebellion against the loneliness that has silently plagued him.

In the midst of the crowded bar and flashing Christmas lights, Frankie finds a refuge in your shared banter - a reprieve from the weight of his own battles that have been pushed aside like the empties stacking on the bar top between you.

Your sharp wit and unabashed humour becomes a tonic for the rough edges that shape him, a remedy of a soothing salve for the scars he carries.

As Frankie leans into the quips and jokes, he finds solace in the cracks of vulnerability it exposes, instead of rushing to seal them back up.

The conversation isn't just light-hearted snaps coated in something flirtatious; it’s a reminder that, sometimes, the least expected connections are the ones that break through the walls built around ourselves, offering a chance at genuine, unfiltered connectivity in the midst of the holiday chaos.

It pulls him back sharply into reality and everything comes flooding back. Looking at you, the way you look back at him as though something incredible has landed in your lap, stunts him.

He shares another drink with you, paying for it again at your insistence that he doesn’t have to, even play fighting him to see who can get their note into the bartender's hand first. Your laugh is infectious as it warms his blood.

And then he remembers he’s left his friends hanging at the top of the bar as he catches their prying grins, gurning animatedly at him.

He can’t drag you down with him, he’s being ridiculous, selfish even.

“Okay. Yeah, I should show my face again I guess.”

“I should probably let you get back to your colleagues.” Frankie says, and turns as you hop off the stool.

He realises only now, that his phone still hasn't buzzed in his pocket.

He wonders if that’s disappointment in your voice, a subtle resonance reaching out to tug him back by the collar of his unwashed t-shirt.

“It was really nice talking to you.” You say, earnestly.

“And you.” He agrees, nodding.

“Have a good evening.” You say, with a warm smile and make your way back to your table.

“You too.” Frankie says, floundering.

Fuck.

He just let you walk away. Watches you go back to the table, no fight in him. Carmela was right, maybe he has no passion anymore.

He retreats back towards the guys at the end of the bar who are stunned and wide-eyed at his return.

“Dude!” Benny scolds.

“Did you get her number?” Will asks as Frankie approaches, hands shoved in pockets.

Frankie shakes his head and bows it again. “No.”

“Are you crazy? Go back over there and ask her for it, she clearly likes you, man.” Will encourages.

“I don’t know.”

“Fuck it. I’ll do it. I’m your wingman, Fish.” Benny knocks his drink back bracing himself for manoeuvre, but Will tugs on his bicep.

“Leave it.” He says, noting Frankie’s unease.

Frankie tosses a weary glance over his shoulder towards your direction and catches you glancing back. You smile and he smiles back thinly.

“I need another drink,” he says back to the boys.

“You alright, man?” Will says, putting his arm over his shoulder.

“Yeah.” Frankie sighs.

Although he’s pretty certain he’s sweating all over, and that Will can feel him shaking.

A while later and the boys have found a small table that they’re crowded around.

Frankie’s not sure how many he’s had, but he’s starting to feel warm and his arms are tingling from the alcohol consumption.

Something he knows he probably shouldn’t do.

“Fish,” Benny nods over his shoulder and Frankie turns to see you approaching gingerly, tossing your purse over your shoulder.

He can just hear his sponsor's nagging voice scolding him in his ear about other vices being the gateway back to the coke, Francisco. But he’s never had a problem with booze, never really getting wasted beyond all control.

He always stops when his fingers start to feel numb.

“Hi,” you say, warmly.

“Hey,” Frankie greets, immediately standing up like he’s been tasered.

You smile at the boys who look back at you grinning behind their tumblers as they sup.

“Urm, I’m about to head off. I don’t live too far from here, I just wondered if perhaps you’d want to walk me home?” You offer to Frankie.

“These streets ain’t safe for a woman on her own, Fish.” Benny pipes up and Will nudges him sharply in the rib cage.

“Fish?” You query with a smile.

“Nickname.” Frankie says with cheeks turning pink again.

“Well, you can tell me about it on the way.” You suggest with those sparkling eyes again, and Frankie swears he’s never seen a pair like them before.

They literally take his breath away.

“Uh, sure. Yeah.” Frankie says, he puts his glass down on the table. “I’ll walk you home, hermosa.”

“Great.” You smile and head towards the door.

Frankie glances back at the boys, who clearly can’t contain their excitement as they laugh and punch the air, and Frankie simply flips them the bird discreetly as he follows behind you.

“So, you’re Spanish?” You query once outside in the cool air.

“Texan. I'm from from El Paso. But beyond that it’s a mix of Mexican and some Colombian thrown in.”

“That’s cool.” You smile.

“What about you, where are you from?” He queries as he throws his hands inside his pockets. The weight of his phone tugs lightly at the frustration spiking on the edge of his mind.

“Here. Born and raised. I’ve not seen you around before though.”

“Should you have?”

“It's a small town.” You remark.

“I’ve been out of it for a while.”

“Just moved back?” You ask.

“No. I was… in the military for a while and then-” he pauses as you walk along together.

“Ah, the nickname. Fish.”

“Catfish.”

“Dare I ask?”

Frankie smiles. “Used to fish a lot with my pop growing up. Caught a big fish once, a catfish, that almost threw me overboard. It was twice my size. Told the guys about it one night when we were on duty, it kind of stuck.” Frankie explains with a wily smirk.

“Nice. What did you do in the military?” You question genuinely enthralled to hear him speak.

“Pilot. Helicopters, mostly.”

“Oh wow, you fly?”

He nods subtly. “Used to.”

“So, you’re not in the army anymore?”

“Special Ops. And no, retired.”

“You’re not old enough to retire surely,” you say with a smile.

He shrugs. “Feels like it sometimes.”

You smile at him as you clutch your hands over your purse and he walks with his hands fisted in his pockets. Grasping tightly around the coin and his phone in equal measure.

“So you live close by?” He queries.

“Yeah. A shitty apartment block on third. Work’s close by too. Glad I can walk because my car packed up weeks ago.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I'm a triple threat.” You say and he laughs.

“You not got it fixed?” Frankie enquires.

“Can’t afford it right now. It’s a sore subject.” You say bitterly.

“Say no more.” He smiles. “I can... take a look, if you want?”

You turn to him with a small, coy smile. “Do helicopter pilots know how to fix cars?”

“It’s a combustion engine. They’re all pretty much the same.” He shrugs.

“Well, then. I might take you up on that, Pilot.” You say glancing at him and he smiles.

“So, obvious question, but why are you alone on Christmas?” You ask him.

You both walk along with some comforting sense of ease. As you stroll through the quiet streets, the banter that had filled the bar now gives way to a more subdued, yet charged atmosphere.

The occasional laughter and shared glances add a layer of unspoken intimacy, a peep of vulnerability; a departure from the boisterous energy of the crowded bar you’ve just left that settles into your pores with ease.

Frankie glances at you with a knotted tongue.

"No ring, you’re not married. Unless you are, and you’re a player. But you don’t strike me as the type.”

“Not a player.” He confirms with a side smile.

"Divorced?"

"Not lucky enough to have been married yet." He confirms.

“And you’re not gay. Despite a penchant for baubles.”

He laughs. “Definitely not gay.”

“Good.” You chuckle.

“How about you? What’s your situation?” Frankie questions tentatively.

“Lonely.” You say after a few moments to deliberate, and he feels the sharpness of your choice of descriptive pierce his skin.

“I’m tired of being the awkward third wheel in my group of friends.” You say.

“You too, huh?” Frankie smiles gently at you and you smile back nodding.

And the sincerity in your eyes mirrors his own. He knows how that feels, only too well.

“Me too.” He agrees.

“Any existing Christmas plans tomorrow?” You ask as you both round off the street and down another.

“Hoping… to see my daughter.” He braves.

The unspoken truth about his life - being a single dad and probably a failure at it too - is out there now, and he wishes he could cram the scathing truths back into his mouth when you don’t say anything.

He expects you to recoil.

Expects you to say thanks, but you’ll walk the rest of your way by yourself. He comes with baggage, so much more than what your little, dainty purse is equipped to carry.

He can’t expect you to shoulder the weight of his as well.

When you allow him to hang there, suspended in the awkwardness of laying himself bare.

He expects a change in your expression, waits for it. That subtle shift that often accompanies the revelation of such personal details.

But instead, you simply nod and smile curiously; a reassuring gesture that eases the tension instantly in his shoulders.

“That’s cute. How old is she?” You query and your interest seems genuine.

“Almost two.” He replies.

“So you’re a daddy?”

“Yeah.”

“Hot.” You smirk. And he laughs.

“I don’t know about that.”

“I think so.” You confirm.

“Yeah?” He queries with raised eyebrows.

“Absolutely.”

"You got kids?" Frankie asks, feeling his cheeks burn.

You snort. "Please. I'm not insane. I can barely take care of myself."

You both laugh as you come to a stop outside an apartment block.

“So, this is me.” You say, turning to him.

“Nice.” Frankie says inspecting the building.

Your apartment block stands at the end of a weathered street, surrounded by buildings that bear the scars of time and neglect. It’s a little shabby and run down with yellowing lights that emanate from inside the lobby doors.

"It's really not nice. It's not much, but it's home, I guess." You say, clearly embarrassed about the state of it.

“That's all that matters, trust me.” Frankie says. It’s far more than he’s had of late.

“I’d invite you in, but I’ve had a bit too much to drink.” You say, sheepishly.

“I wouldn’t come in because you’ve had a bit too much to drink.” He clarifies.

“A gentleman. That’s rare these days.”

“That I am, ma’am.” He says, saluting with two fingers under his cap gently.

You rummage in your purse for your keys. “Well, thank you for wal-”

“Have dinner with me?” Frankie interrupts. “I mean, if you’d like to, I'd like to take you out for some dinner?”

You smile widely and it takes his breath from his lungs. “I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

You nod smiling. “Yeah. Give me your phone.”

He hands it over and you put your number in there. You then call it from his phone and pull yours out of your purse. Fleetwood Mac’s Gypsy plays as your ringtone until you silence it.

“That’s my favourite song.” Frankie smiles.

“Mine too. Told you I had good taste in music.”

The air between you both shimmers with the unspoken tension of another, new shared commonality. The banter and laughter has woven in a comfortable bind around you both, seemingly pulling you both in tighter.

Charged with a quiet anticipation, the kind that precedes an intimate moment, your eyes meet, a silent agreement passing between you both as you instinctively step forward and so does he, without hesitation.

Leaning in, the gentle press of his lips against yours is soft, breaching.

A delicate meeting of lips that convey a sense of mutual understanding, some semblance of painful hesitation lying on the outskirts, that this is truly a Christmas miracle of some kind.

The cold night air contrasts with the warmth exchanged in that fleeting touch, creating a sensation that’s both electrifying and comforting.

And mildly terrifying.

Frankie can feel himself tremble as you moan gently into his mouth, seeking you out with an explorative tongue.

His heart is racing, he’s convinced you can hear it clattering around bruised ribs as it fills his ears with a thumping bass.

Your hands clutch onto his arms, winding up the length and thickness of them gently, carefully feeling him out too.

His hands settle tentatively on your waist, pulling you into him further as he tastes you.

You lean up on tiptoes, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you kiss him with more fervour, enjoying the way he tastes, the way he sounds as he grunts into you hungrily.

He can feel himself stiffen, the oncoming rush of blood coursing through his body and centering in the length of his cock.

Fuck, it’s been too long since he’s felt a rush like this. One that wasn’t chemical and burned away the cilia in his nostrils.

The way his hands clutch onto you desperately as if he’s convinced you’re going to fly away. And the way you hold onto him too, trying to convince yourself that he’s real as your fingers scratch gently into the subtle greying hairs on his cheek.

You feel the visor of his cap clip your forehead and you pull back giggling a little as he chuckles. You plant another kiss on the side of his scruffy face, his beard soft and fuzzy against your lips.

“That was really nice,” you whisper in awe.

“Yeah.” Frankie agrees, his thumb stroking across your cheek.

“I’ve never kissed a Catfish before.” You muse.

He snorts and you giggle. "How was it?"

"Good. Real good." You smile. “Thank you for walking me home.”

“My pleasure, hermosa.” He kisses your mouth again, a delicate lingering smooch before you reach in to pull out your keys.

“Get yourself inside. I’ll call you tomorrow?”

He watches you walk up the steps, unlocking the door and pushing it open with your behind as you turn to smile at him.

You nod enthusiastically. “You better.”

"I will be, don't you worry." He says, smiling and blushing further.

“Merry Christmas, Pilot!” You call out to him.

He waves, smiling. Frankie doesn’t leave until the door closes behind you.

He pulls it out. There's a message from Benny that he didn’t feel come through:

He walks up the street, trying to contain the grin on his lips that now make his jaw ache. His body feeling like it could give way any second.

His phone buzzes in his pocket.

You score yet?

He shakes his head, rolling his eyes. He types out another message to Carmela, noting her lack of response, despite clearly reading his messages.

And he feels that he can finally see straight.

I’ll b ova 2morrow whether u like it or not. I’m seeing my daughter on xmas day. If u think that I won't fight u 4 joint custody, ur wrong.

His phone buzzes again. A response from her almost immediately.

FINE. U can stay for some lunch. 2pm.

Frankie smiles again, tapping out a message, but it's not a response to Carmela.

Instead, Frankie types out a message to you:

Merry Christmas, hermosa x

You message back a minute later:

All I want for Christmas is you, Pilot. Merry Christmas from me & Mariah xx

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#frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal charcters #frankie catfish morales #francisco morales #frankie morales triple frontier #triple frontier fic #frankie morales fluff #frankie morales x you #christmas stories #jett's writing

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Part 2: Spy x Family Fic Recommendations

Thanks to Twiyor Valentine Week, organized by @twiyorbase , I’ve been reading a lot of good Spy x Family fics and I thought it was time for a new recommendation list. Here it is:

Paper hearts and mine, by Raxielle: In this story, Yor and Loid play a little Valentine Day game that involves little notes. It’s all fluff, but there’s an elegant twist at the end. A very original idea for an iconic holiday.

I Just Need You Now by EnragedPineapple : Here, Yor gets bullied at work and her husband is there to make her feel loved an appreciated. This fic is very, very sweet.

Playing the Game by Fi2xx : Set in a modern AU, his little multi-chapter tells the story of Loid and Yor going on a first date (and hitting it off, of course). I found this story fresh and endearing. You’ll get invested in the characters right away.

Floyd and Flor by Fi2xx : Yes, another fic by the same author. Looks like I found a new favorite hehe. This fic is about first kisses. Loid and Yor imagine a first kiss between them with the help of none other than Berlint in Love!

Of fractured halos by platonicau : Remember when Fiona visited the Forgers and was mean to Yor? This fic explores the possibility of Yor talking about that with Loid and him reassuring (and loving) his wife.

Stay With Me (Will You?) by ariddletobesolved : Anybody up for a sick fic? As you can guess, Yor falls ill and her husband is in charge of taking care of her while she gets healthy again. Sweet and fluffy, that says it all!

Grilled Bear by @tare-anime : An AU in which Twilight and Yor met when they were younger, during the war. I’m not going to spoil it for you, but it’s a beautiful story, very well-written too.

But i'd risk it all just to be with you by @nightofnyx8 : This is without a doubt my new favorite. I got hooked by reading the first line. This story is post-reveal. Here Twilight has faked his dead, but keeps coming back to Yor. When you read it, it’s as if you were watching a scene from a movie. It’s angsty, sexy, and simply beautiful. Do yourself a favor and read it.

And of course the list wouldn’t be complete without fics from Whateversawesome (yeah, that’s me). Those who have read my stories, know how I roll:

Last Days of Operation Strix: In this story, it’s time for Twilight to end Operation Strix, but he has fallen in love with his wife and now he has to choose between being a spy or staying with his family. This is a multi-chapter, full of twists and turns, major angst, but also lots of fluff and plenty of spice. And did I mention it’s now complete?

As a Real Family: A series of pure tooth-rotting fluff about our favorite family, including the newest member of the Forger family aka Twiyor baby.

Until You Come Back to Me: This new multi-chapter is an Eden AU / Actors AU. In this story, Twilight’s mission is to seduce his former love, actress Yor Briar, to manipulate her into spying for him. Needless to say, it starts off pretty angsty, but it’ll also have plenty of fluff along the way.

That’s it! But there will be more recs soon. There’s a Twiyor fic exchange event going on and once that’s done, I’ll post a new list with all the fics involved in that event.

And you can see Part 1 of this Spy x family fic rec here.

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jahiera · 7 months

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speaking strictly from a plot & writing perspective here, not a commentary on characters or who or who is not my favorite blorbo (they all are). it's gale time and I wanted to get down everything I thought about this go around with his romance & the writing before it escapes me.

so I once again had a ton of fun of course, the game is still a blast, and several arcs were way more satisfying this time around simply because I ... did not skip the creche, unlike my very first run (I was an idiot) (I didnt think it would be that important) (it really really was). love it 10/10. I cannot WAIT to do my gith run & really focus in on that because the lore there is just, so cool, and that subplot was really rich & rewarding this time around since I had someone who was not orpheus become a mindflayer instead.

as for Gale, Thank Fuck I started before they bugged him up again too much. but let's deep dive into The Material.

shoutout to Tim first of all, he's a legend, dreamboat, superstar. there are so many lines delivered so effortlessly when they would sound ridiculous in anyone else's mouth. he gives gale so much soulful intensity and subtle, nuanced gravitas befitting someone like gale; with enough of Gale's own moments of silliness, cheekiness, wry wit & understated sarcasm, to outright flabbergasted at times, I was Giggling every conversation fr. I'm not usually prone to the "I LOVE YOU" Romances that come earlier rather than later, but ohhhhhhh tim gives each line with all the weight & agony that you can feel inside Gale when it comes (the looming death; not knowing what the end may bring; not wanting to leave any regrets behind) so like. MWAH to him. MWAH MWAH. all the kisses in the world.

okay mandatory compliments to the actor aside. I came out of the whole thing with breadth of new appreciation for Gale as a character in terms of the... concepts, threads, that make him up, and act 2 is where he REALLY shines overall.

I didn't necessarily come away from it with the same... weepy...... done-no-wrong? interpretation of Gale that I've seen floating about. he's lovely. he's intense. he's got soul-crushing devotion on his mind, no doubt. but for every fracture of tenderness, raw sincerity, & off the cuff soliloquy, he's got a lot of interesting flaws/characteristics I'd love to unpick with a fine-toothed comb on some replays or rewatches. Still trying to turn over in my brain exactly what that is, but it's there, and I love it. will say I'm really glad I played it mostly in a vacuum rather than getting too into others' thoughts on him, because What I Had Seen on the Webbed Site had near put me off entire (seeing someone say he's not prideful or pompous at all... when he self-describes as pompous?) -- maybe it's my tendency to focus in on what makes a character tick, when are they sharper, or harder, or meaner, and I enjoy watching that play out a lot, but? yeah. I didn't come away thinking him a super soft mushy mwahmwah -- ROMANTIC, yes, but overall as a character not nearly so lovesick and in desperate need of some protector. in fact when you tell him you don't want to be his crutch, he says as much too -- you've helped him, but you're not the sole focus of his person or the only thing keeping him alive.

there's enough of the humanity in his cheekier moments (stop licking the damn thing!!) and plenty of tear-jerking aside all of that. gale my canon-depressive-episode, mildly suicidal, chronic pained up, still-kind-of-full-of-yourself king. I adore you I love you I cradle you softly in my arms. he charmed me entire! I think that the themes hey were trying to tackle are really interesting and nuanced and I do have some thoughts on the success of the game in actually tackling those, what is there is really wonderful. some gorgeous writing in act 2, especially, and it was sold so well by the voice acting & sincerity in the writing I was just like. PERFECT. 10/10. NEED TO WRITE 98 FLUFF PIECES RN. which does not happen often, to me, as a person.

with. some exceptions, going back to critiquing act 3 as a whole.

act 1 & 2 are both strong, really nice. however this romance definitely needed at least one or two more scenes in act 2 to pad out the space between awkward flirting at the party to "I like it when you're sweaty and bloody-- sorry who said that" to "I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU." -- these scenes should've elaborated on Gale's personal feelings; of mystra, of what's been asked of him, of Tav. they should've set in threads of Gale's anger earlier, rather than the jarring shift from late act 2 "yeah I'll kill myself" to "actually... mystra fucking sucks! lol!" in act 3 at sorcerer sundries. yeah babygirl, mystra DOES fucking suck, wish I could've listened to you as you arrived to these conclusions rather than connecting empty character lines between act 2 and 3. and act 3 desperately needed more space to talk gale in or out of the crown. because by the time we get to the end, if he's really into the crown, he's into it beyond the focus of all else. but in the scenes where you talk him off that particular ledge, it doesn't even take very long to do so, and leaves kind of a weird... gap of intention.

I feel like they wrote themselves into a bit of a corner, honestly. because Gale's personal quest literally cannot be resolved until 5 minutes before the end, any climax wouldn't have much space afterward to pad the aftermath. so the solution to that would've been more character focus scenes, more flavor text depending on how you've influenced gale, something that actually makes the choices feel rewarding -- some hurdles to cross too, checks of some kind. but there really isn't any of that, and so the conflict is almost nonexistent. you squirt gale with a water bottle and he gives up the crown with no real additional dialogue. or you tell him "ma...maybe???" and he's suddenly a power obsessed little freak (complimentary) with no recourse, and in either case, we never got much dialogue to get some insight into his personal thoughts on it. this doesn't make Gale a bad character, but it does leave the narrative to be lacking in some regard.

like, for example. Astarion gets dialogue changes depending on the quest outside of character-specific moments (such as a spawn Astarion changing his dialogue after you help Aylin with Lorroakan), post-quest conversations, PRE-quest conversations with his siblings, moments where he reveals more of what he thinks (such as "You're... you. no one is like that.") etc., Gale gets None of that. the only other characters who really do are Lae'zel and Shadowheart; everyone else is either shafted or resolved in the last few minutes too. I came out of this most satisfied as a player overall with LAE'ZEL'S conclusion (also at the end of the game!!) because we had gotten a few more moments where her focus is obvious and her motivations are clear.

anyways, those are just general writing issues. Act 3 overall is the weakest, most agree, and that's still true here. Sadly it kind of takes some of Gale down with it in this case, because his personal quest is both so removed from the overall plot (despite him being a literal fixture as the only character who knows anything about the crown & was decreed by a literal god to take out the absolute).

however none of this is related to Gale as a guy. as a guy I'm Fucking Obsessed With Him. taking him with me everywhere was so rewarding especially in act 1 / 2. his commentary & insights, when they were there, ranged from funny as fuck to genuinely insightful & interesting for the overall plot. the ideas behind him, the glimpses we get of the life he led before, and the life he wants to lead after with Tav -- or what he alludes to wanting to lead with Tav, thinking that he'll still probably die at the end of this -- are lovely, interesting, TOUCHED MY SPIRIT. he's such a neat version of how to do a character that is as endearing as he can be foot-in-mouth, and as intelligent as he can be a little belligerent. I looooved every moment I could talk with him about magic in act 1, see his passions (beyond mystra), argue with him about how to do something (I'M the magical wonder here actually and I get to make the shadowlantern), all of that really MADE the romance for me in the lulls where his Silence or the gaps in his writing were more clear. 10/10 would kiss that fucking wizard again and cry a little bit thinking about exploding with him aboard a giant alien brain while one of those "ITS YOUUU I LIE WITH" songs plays in the bg

#tldr he's my special guy. some of the writing was disappointing as a pacing thing but he's MY SPECIAL GUY #I also cried a little bit as lae'zel got to take off on a red dragon with orpheus but that's secondary #also I said orpheus is hot & NO ONE agreed with me. fine. I'll carry this banner alone #men who are capable of executing a rebellion or instant apocalypse with their swaths of power. What.#who said that.#anyways. GALE MY DARLING. my belovedest. I want to write 1000 dialogue snippets in act 2 and 3 for you #and MAYBE I WILL. who knows.#still chewing on him and need to Ponder if I want to actually make any sort of character studies for him because. um.#some of you.. can be off the rails about this man. but I do think of him fondly and love what was there #he can be a bit of a bitch he can be the most wonderful man in the world he can hold your hand he can cast globe of invulnerability #he can also make the FUNNIEST fucking oneliners known to man. I crave him carnally & emotionally #I want to Add scenes to his romance. I wish act 3 was better. goddamn.#still one of my favorite games though. I am Back on the nautiloid as we speak. Durge and Minthara time #bg3 meta

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The Ultimate Rockstar Test

This week: Wednesday 13

Bands like to think they’re badass, but who’s truly the most rock’n’roll of them all? We test them and find out who’s top of the class for chaos!

Words: Dan Slessor

(drive link)(Joey's Rockstar Test)

What’s the worst condition you’ve left a hotel room in? “I was 17 when a venue I was playing first offered up a hotel room to stay in after the show. Having read up on all the excesses of classic bands, I was excited. So, we took all the towels in the room, soaked them in water, jammed them in the fridge, and whacked it to its coldest so they all froze into a block of ice. We also glued the Bible to the table – dumb shit like that. The owners were so pissed, and luckily we got away before they could sue us!” Frozen towels? Well, that’s a surprisingly inventive pass ✔

Have you ever shed blood in the name of rock’n’roll? “Oh yeah, teeth, too, and there have been a couple of broken bones along the way. I have a fake front tooth and half of one, too, and I must have broken those 10 or 15 times on microphones and guitars. I busted my head on a monitor once and bled through a show, and I also fractured my ankle on the first night of a tour and spent the next two months dancing and wiggling away on it.” Have you ever thought about investing in a gumshield? Pass ✔

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen a bandmate do? “It used to ve strange seeing your bandmate taking a shit in public, but it’s funny how you get used to that. On Murderdolls’ first tour, Kerrang! Came out and were taunting us, saying we should be more crazy. The next thing you know, Joey [Jordison, Murderdolls guitarist] is taking a shit right there in the street. Later on, we were making tonnes of noise in the parking lot, and this old lady came out of her house and yelled at us, and I ended up throwing a bottle at the wall by her and she called the cops. Shitting in the street may actually have been the nicest thing to happen that night…” When public defecation is the nicest part, you know it’s bad. Pass ✔

Have you ever thrown a diva-esque tantrum? “There was one time on tour with Murderdolls when a local band who were opening one of the shows kept coming into our dressing room uninvited. It wasn’t just that they were coming in all the time, they were drinking our booze as well! After it happened the first time I was like, ‘Alright, okay, whatever.’ But then they came back and did it again, just coming into our dressing room and helping themselves to our booze. So I ended up losing it at them. I actually think it was kind of justified – you don’t touch my alcohol, man!” You yelled at the support band. But it was sort of reasonable. And divas aren’t reasonable. Fail ✘

Have you ever broken an instrument in anger? “Not actually in anger, but I’ve broken stuff in the spirit of rock’n’roll. At a London show, I had a guitar I’d been playing for four or five years, and in the last song I threw it as high as I could while it was still plugged in. When it finally hit the stage, it made one of the coolest sounds I’ve ever heard!” You intended to do it = more rock’n’roll = pass ✔

What’s been you craziest rider request? “In Germany, we sent this runner out to get us a (sic) McDonald’s. I wrote down everyone’s order, and at the bottom I added 25 vanilla ice cream cones. He gets to McDonald’s and calls our tour manager and says, ‘I can’t carry all the ice cream cones, I’m going to have to make two trips!’ I kinda laughed at that…” Ice cream is a rubbish rider request. However, you did make some poor lackey go and get it like a proper diva, so pass ✔

What’s the strangest place you’ve ever woken up? “In the woods, in Germany. We’d played Rock Am Ring the same day as Slipknot headlined, and it was the first time I’d seen Joey in years. Having played at 1pm, I got completely hammered, sprayed a fire extinguisher at Randy Blythe [Lamb Of God] and trashed Slipknot’s dressing room with a tree. It was in a pot in the corridor, and I thought it was artificial, so I picked it up, walked in, and called, ‘Hey Joey!’ I threw it at him, and I may as well have thrown a giant bucket of dirt in there. So, I fled before Slipknot killed me, and some hours later I woke up in the woods…” …and that was the last time Slipknot threw you a surprise party. Pass ✔

Wednesday scored 82% Wednesday’s always seemed like a pretty good rockstar to us. So we expected good things from his turn at The Test. But it was his imagination more than his antics that did him well here – frozen towels, glued Bibles and the cunning use of a tree. Even the ice cream request was amusing, although, next time, maybe ask for something a little bit more glamorous. Like, we dunno, peacocks. Or Kinder Surprise.

2013 Leaderboard ↑Perry Farrell, Jane’s Addiction - 98% Nikki Sixx, Mötley Crüe - 91% Mike Shinoda, Linkin Park - 81% ↓Winston McCall, Parkway Drive - 58%

#wednesday 13 #murderdolls #interview #*extremely deep sigh*#'i just worked out all my shit with joey. now i'm gonna throw a tree at him'

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Demon Bride Ch10 All In A Name P3

(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!! EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.

Credit to @flanelltees for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.

This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)

Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.

...Right?

(WARNINGS!!!: Some cussing, Mentioning of reader's fractured leg, death/implied death, fighting which will include some wounds and mentioning of wounds and a demon's hand being cut off. )

First Part Here:

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Quiet night. Unholy night of beasts. Feasting their sights upon the stray women who dare stay out at night when the full moon rises, lighting the pathway for the beasts to claim their prey. Gnashing teeth, snarling fangs waiting to take a bite into innocent flesh where the terrible claws miss. Waiting to snatch you away down into their dark abyss never to return.

The bark of trees felt rough against the palm of grey skin, perfect to blending into shadows and walking along the darkness of the cursed trees that beckoned any unknowing traveler further into their branches. A light step. Another light step. Light enough to not be heard by anyone my dear. A quiet mouse amongst the darkness a contrast to the many others in the surroundings. Many preferred brute force by tooth and nail, fang and claw to drag off their unwilling prey in the name of twisted love they've come to claim or give. Ears perked just now hearing the far off wails that sounded like some sick love sick beasts. A whoop of triumph from the lungs of some lucky beasts who was able to stake a claim on some poor soul that accepted their twisted gift of love. Dark black claws dug into the harsh bark of the thick plant that would otherwise not feel the pain it would usually cause another living thing. An aura of annoyance flooding forth from the source of the claws, and the darkness only received a scoff, as blue eyes as dangerous as the bottomless ocean looked up towards the sky, towards the source of the happy wails from far into the trees' abyss of darkness.

"Tch. Dam fools. They act like dogs in heat! The lot of them!" A voice. As rough as it was envious. The idiots. No brains at all. Now all that celebrating would do was attract others towards him in wanting to fight him for the claimed prize he just received. He knew that was the case entirely because many a shadowy beasts was already flocking towards that noise. "They have no dam senses to them!"

Fools. All of them fools. They should've quietly snuck away when they had the chance. But then again he couldn't expect any of them to be close to the intelligence he held. Whatever. He wasn't out here to watch the rabid fighting of fools, as entertaining as it was to watch others rip either apart. No. He had something else long thought over he wanted to be done with. And it all started with the wind. And the air filling his lungs. And a sweet scent that wafted within both.

Huh....That was different. Not one he was often met with, but one he was familiar with.

One he liked very much.

But why would one such as this be this close to the forbidden areas?...Unless someone carried it with them. Either way it was something that had gained his attention, and even if it was nothing, there might be fun had in seeing why this was there. And so light steps approached the direction of the scent, back against the few remaining lights of the setting sun. Step after step as the scent grew stronger and the forest less dense around him which was the more interesting part to it. It was the more confusing part of all about it really. After all-

"No peaches should be this dam close."

He recognized that scent now. It was one he often craved and made his mouth water, but one thing he could barely have as it was out of bounds of the forest line. Often he could catch the faintest of their scent from further down the mountain where he was sure a plethora of them grew, but he could never see for himself. But sometimes on rare occasions he worked hard enough to please his master, he would be rewarded with the succulent fruits of his labor. The soft fruit being devoured within seconds before being missed again. Perhaps it was someone else who had gotten their claws on them? If so he'd cut them down and take what he wanted as a prize for disobeying the one law no one shall disobey without permission from the Master. And he would rectify it. Then maybe he'd be rewarded with more fruits for his loyalty. The thought excited him. Maybe this night wouldn't be such a dull fest after all. The scent lead until the tree line forbiddily broke and it left him standing there cloaked in darkness as the last few rays of sunset left the world, and saw nothing. After just a moment of standing against the wind he cursed himself for being stupid enough to even entertain the goose chase that was this night. He cursed this night, and his luck and the stupid hope of rewards. He would've turned around and disappeared back into the shadows if it weren't for one thing that made him pause in his actions.

A ghost in the night.

A white shining in the dark up the pathway that lead away which lead the sweet scent of fruit with it. Odd. What was that? He hadn't see something like that before. Not around here and especially not at night, but there was visibly something there. Alive and moving within the moonlight. Well, well. Now what was this he wondered? His curiosity got the better of him. After all he did have nothing better to do than to follow from the shadows and get close enough to see what exactly this strange new oddity was. And the end result was what surprised him the most. The white movable object was indeed a living being, not a ghost or figment of the light like he suspected. But...it was not an animal either which was what both confused him more. It was a woman. No older than him, maybe by just a year or two in her early twenties, judging by how young and beautiful her form looked. This was...intriguing. And quite the interest. It was-..

"Human."

This was not a topic lost on him. He heard many tales of the humans from his Master's engagements with them and Douma's countless rambles (that often gave him headaches-) and he had even seen one although rarely if ever. Master's wife was human. Their child was human. He sometimes saw them when the Master made mandatory meetings or surprise inspections. The woman was...Kind. He was indifferent about the Master's choice in mate, as he didn't know her enough to have an opinion other than she was a lovely woman in appearance. And sometimes if he walked near the edge of the forest at the right time, he'd see humans traveling along the roads but he could never get this close or ever saw a sight stranger than a long young human woman walking by herself at night, especially tonight of all nights. Unless she-... No. It couldn't be. A-...

"An offering?"

A tempting. Young offering of scents that caught his interest and tempted him enough to follow. Yes. A nice offering for a nice night. Oh how the tides have turned in his interest. He began following this 'ghost in the night' half out of interest to the sweet and half out of boredom as there has really been nothing interesting happening tonight that Akaza wasn't able to (annoyingly) handle himself by getting there before he did. And he wouldn't be judged surely if he was just checking out this seemingly random traveler walking about at night none the less. It was highly stranger and maybe even suspicious, so he set off silently following the lost looking human woman wondering the paths. He only assumed she was lost as she shivered against the night's wind and dug her hands harder against the strap of your bag. Every so often she'd whip her head around wide eyed and looked directly at him, but because he was cloaked in darkness so well she never saw him, and only shook her head and continued walking on. It amused him slightly that she couldn't blatantly see him looking right dead at her, but what was to be expected from a human?....He had to admit though.

She WAS cute.

Soft looking skin. Neatly dressed clothes. Pretty f/c hair. And gentle looking f/c eyes. And a simple look that all humans seemed to have. Or at least what he's heard of.

Akaza spoke often of a woman's beauty seriously and showed great disgust towards some specific colleges of theirs who agreed with his statement but in a perverted way. Honestly he couldn't be bothered to think about such things too much. That foolish thinking would only hold him back! Hender his training! And such a thing would make him look pathetically weak!! And he HATED being weak. Plus women were annoying! That was a literal fact! Every YEAR he had to break up countless fights, taking up so much of his time, and waste his time when the same thing happened all over again two seconds later once his back was turned! The women he helped weren't even grateful just fleeing or getting angry that he dared interrupt a fight over HER and sometimes attacked himself. Ugh! Nothing about them was 'cute'. Especially that Daki woman! She had her brother practically wrapped around her finger, when they weren't arguing that is, and she was as bratty and vain as they come! And Susamaru- OH! Don't get him started on that piece of work! She was always so annoying just throwing her toy balls everywhere trailed by Yahaba who did nothing to stop her! And girls always made men go nuts! Lose all sense of thought! No. No. He was always better off without them. The only one he sort of liked was Nakime because she was serious and non nonsense like his Sensei. Other than that, he could care less about them!!

....But on the other hand-

The Master's wife was...gentle. Kind. Softer than anyone else he's ever met. She was...quite a contrast to the Master in both looks and personality, and he'd be lying if he didn't say he wasn't once envious of him for having a beautiful wife like her. Ever since the Master met and married his wife a few years back he had been more...lenient. Not very much, but it that woman's impact certainly saved himself from a few harsher punishments he would've received otherwise if she hadn't impacted the Master's life. So whatever impact she had on him, it made a noticeable difference (sometimes). So maybe human women had some kind of talent he wasn't aware of. However this human woman seemed quite pathetic.

At one point she passed by a fork in the road and went deeper into the mountain until she stopped sometime in the early night and looked lost. Well what was he expecting? Humans had zero night vision. But at one point she pulled out what he assumed to be a map and looked over it. At least she had enough smarts to do that. The wind was still blowing however, and it wasn't long until the map was blown from her hands, into the woods, and like an idiot!! She ran right after it. Into the forest.

The forest filled with demons hunting for a mate desperately. The forest no one was allowed in. The forest which HE was supposed to make sure no one entered.

.......Oh Crap-

Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap-

OH CRAP!!

"Shit!"

He was going to be in SO much trouble!! He'd be punished worse than the time he accidentally sliced his Sensei's ponytail off!! She wasn't supposed to be in here! Stupid humans! Ok. Remain calm. No matter. All he had to do was literally grab and toss her back out before anyone knew! Yeah! Easy peasy. No one would even know, and he'd avoid being in any trouble! He'd even scare her just to make sure she didn't get any ideas of coming back! It would be as easy as hunting a blind deer! Nothing he couldn't handle! After all it was just one simple human.

....Oh how his problems loved to get bigger.

Because he didn't find her at all. Not at first at least. He followed her scent but he couldn't pinpoint her exactly which was starting to get him worried. Maybe he HAD been just seeing things from being overworked or bored to death. That was until he heard a scream. A very loud, high pitched, woman's scream! That had him snapping his head up against the wind in the direction of where it echoed out from, which was followed by a second just as scared shriek just moments later. Which could only mean one thing and he was dreading it-

"SHIT!!"

Some idiot HAD ended up finding that human! If she wasn't tossed out of here, it'd be his head! He was thankful for the extra speed training his sensei made him do, strengthening his legs and lungs in order to handle more speed and get to places faster. He still had a long way to go before he matched the speed of someone like Akaza, but it should be enough to get done what he needed to get done. And then he ended up smelling it again. That unmistakable sweet scent of fruit. That must've been the human because he only smelt this fruit when he was watching the human anyways. The wind and branches creaked past his black body darting between the grabbing branches and wind that howled with laughter seeming to taunt him for his blunder. Made him snarl and grit his fangs harder. Dammit! He followed that sweet scent until he skidded to a stop, a small cloud of dirt falling up from his feet sliding into place in the black dirt, came to a small cluster of dark trees only to find..nothing. Not a soul. But the scent was all over the small place, along with one other which smelt foul. Another male. And he could see an imprint in the dirt, as if something large fell from someplace high above. Dammit! Was the human attacked by an ambush? He wasn't sure. All that he knew was that she got away because the sweet scent was faintly head off into the west direction, and the foul smell followed, which obviously indicated a chase was given. Ah! F his life! This was going to be a long night! But none the less he growled and just ended up sprinting again after them. Dam human! Dam season! DAM ALL OF THIS!!! He was about ready to cut someone in half!! The wind was blowing away most of the already faint peach scent but he was lucky enough to be graced with yet another girly shriek of terror from just up ahead. Good. That was close. REAL CLOSE!! If fact, it was so close, he could hear a voice already-

"Stupid woman! SHUT UP!," a man's voice bellowed out, "Are you trying to alert others!? Dammit! You'll be a terrible mother."

Dark tree past dark tree. Weaving past darkness and limbs and lungs heavy with air whirled around by the wind. The vision appeared of a small innocent white ghost of the night and a sin daring to attempt to snuff it out for it's own needs. The trees couldn't hide that from him. Adrenaline pumping. Viens bunching up as a black tsuka of a katanna was grabbed, burnt to the touch as the rumbling of thunder was parting the whirling, taunting, laughing wind to make way for an electrical storm that bubbled through his blood vessels and gave the needed power to metal to become the lightning strike that shook the scene before him.

"Stop struggling! It's futile! There's no escape-"

SHING!!

A metal sound. A shine of silver in the dark. A dash of shadow. And a strike of thunder.

It all happened too fast and too dark for her mind to comprehend what happened. All that she knew was that one moment she were pinned against a tree and the next dropped to the ground like a rock, landing with a loud thud. A loud inhuman half screech half animal cry pierced the air and crimson liquid splattered across the dark. The cry echoed across the darkness, and was cut short when a powerful foot kicked out and struck the handless demon in the chest, knocking him back. And his form went flying back into the darkness only to be swallowed again and disappear, the red trailing after him, the only sounds to be heard was broken branches and then a loud thud and then the silence resumed once more.

"Dam idiots."

He stood there. Snarling. Staring off in the direction of the body he had just kicked away. Wasn't enough to kill, he could've easily crushed his chest on the spot but chose not too. For many reasons. He was here to retrieve not instigate a fight. He'd be in more trouble if he just started a fight, and he didn't need more trouble. He just needed to fix this situation before anyone else found out about a human woman stupidly bumbling her way in here especially when he was watching her! That wouldn't do him any good. If that insect knew what was good for him, he'd tuck his tail between his legs and run. After all, he was merciful enough to let him off with a warning. He could regenerate his hand easily and he doubted that kick did any real harm, maybe he'd be sore from falling back but he'd be-

Another shriek rang out from behind him. Causing him to snap his attention back to the thing he came here for.

In a flash her body reacted, scrambling away from the severed hand that just laid limply and crawling back on her hands and feet clumsily until her back hit a tree, breathing heavily. Ah right. He supposed that would've scared someone like her who never saw combat. Simple minded creatures, weren't they? He just rolled his eyes and turned his body to her, but the movement made the human freeze...before she slowly looked over and up at him, and she froze jaw dropping open. Hey now. He didn't think he was that horrendous looking! By demon standards, he was drop dead handsome! But then it clicked that she wasn't looking at his face, it was the long sword he still had unsheathed. A small slap sound came from her when her hand slapped over her mouth. Was she afraid he'd cut her down as well? That was ridiculous. He'd be more trouble if she was killed by him verses if he just tossed her out! Like he suspected. Simple minded. Let's just get this over with.

In a small rapid session his fangs clacked together enough to get her to look at him. "Hey! Get the hell up!"

He thought he made himself loud and clear, anyone else would perfectly understand what he just said. But instead she gave him the same looked he'd give the Master if he was in trouble. Pale. Terrified. Jaw dropped. And f/c eyes wide in terror at what she was seeing. Oh come now. He knew he was intimidating, but he hasn't even made a move to harm her! Although..her...Her face was actually kinda cute now that he was able to see it up close. Soft skinned. Pretty eyes reflective at him. It didn't have any demonic features like extra eyes or horns. And her f/c hair falling down her legs framing her face in a nice contrast to the white bridal gown she wor-

....Oh..Oh! ...OH!!

Like a flash of lightning in a storm, it all flashed across his mind now. Oh. A...bride. A human bride. It was a human offering. Oh. ...Well this was awkward. There hadn't been one of these since the mountain drought two hundred years ago. Back then, the humans thought sending a young lady in 'sacrifice' would cause some divine intervention from the demons to end the drought. Spoiler alert!! It did indeed NOT do that, and instead the poor human ended up getting taken by Douma to join his cult. No one ever heard anything about her since, and the drought continued on for another five years until mother nature sorted itself out. Of course this was before he was a part of the Twelve Kizuki so he actually never seen a 'Demon Bride' other than the Master's wife, so this situation was..Rather surprising to him.

The both of them stared at each other for a moment, before he opened his mouth revealing a mouthful of fangs and she flinched before he clattered them together in a rapid session to make the same clattering noise as before, before his face changed to look like he was straining his cheeks and a small shrill-grunt sound left his mouth.

"Get the hell up! Tell me why you're here!", he demanded and tilted his head expectantly at her terrified form. She still said nothing and it annoyed him. Great! Was she that scared?...Or maybe- Don't tell him you didn't understand what he just said! He grunted and rolled his eyes. "Not fluent in that, huh?" he spoke in human making her blink. "Figures you wouldn't be." He scoffed with another eye roll before bringing up his sword to inspect. And he scowled at the blood on it. It would have to be cleaned and polished later. "Disgusting pigs!" He harshly gave the blade one harsh shake to knock what droplet he could off, twirled it around with a wrist movement and aimed the blade to be returned to the sheath covered by his cloak. "So did I cut you or what?" She could only let her bottom lip quiver in response as she made some kind of squeak noise making him sigh in annoyance. "You gonna make me repeat myself? You humans are pathetic." She finally seemed to regain some sense as he scowled at her. "Hey, Human! Did I cut you or what!?'' She flinched pulling her hands to herself before frantically shaking her head no making him snort. "Good. Didn't think I did anyways, my skills are too precise for that."

She didn't answer. Instead doing something that made him pause. So taking a shaking hand, she pulled it back and slapped herself across the cheek making him just stare at her. By gods. Had she really HAD gone crazy!?

"The hell? Did that weakling hit your head too hard or something!?"

She hissed hand rubbing her sore cheek. "....This h-h-has got to b-b-be a n-nightmare..." She spoke barely above a whisper, but he still heard her voice.

"Tch. Unless you ran into Enmu, I highly doubt we're in one," he bluntly answered which made her flinch and look at him again. "But I've been trailing you this entire time so I know we didn't. Which begs the question." She yelped as he suddenly squatted and pushed his face into hers making it to where she were forced to stare into his angry scowl. "Who the hell are you!? You're not one of the humans brought in from the train! And you don't belong to Douma, you don't have his scent on you." His tail gave an annoyed thrash behind him. "So are you a trespasser or what!?"

"NO!!", she suddenly blurted out in fear. "I-I WAS JUST F-F-FOLLOWING THE MAP IS AL-ALL!!"

A thick brow rose higher, but he hummed. Yes..he had seen her with a map. "You were just following the map?" He asked again and terrified, she nodded making him hum again. "And then let me guess. You accidentally got lost on your way through here?"

She nodded again. "Y-YES!! That's r-r-right! I was!"

"Well why the hell were you not paying attention!? Any human should know once they're sent in that they need to be on the look out for scum like that!" He gestured at the ground like it should've been obvious. It was totally obvious for any bride to be thrusted in here that she should be careful for weaklings like the one he just trashed!! Didn't she even think of that!? She didn't answer and it made him growl before reaching up a hand to rub at his temples. Humans...This is why he never interacted with them outside of the Master's family. "Doesn't matter." The hand moved and he bore back into you. "I only spared your life because I wanted answers, otherwise I would have left you for whatever fucking scum to claim."

Screw this night AND this job! But...he wasn't sure what to do about this situation now. Now he knew she weren't a trespasser perse if she were sent to be an offering. Should he still throw her out? Can he throw her out while she was an offering? Was she allowed in here now or should he still toss her out? This situation was too new and complicated for him to figure out...He'd take her to Kyogai. Yes. Kyogai was the record keeper. If there was any laws for this kind of situation then he would definitely know about it! BUT-..If he was going through all this trouble to save an offering then he was going to make this worth his time! And right now he was very interested in that strong sweet smell, and her dowry. All brides these days had one to impress males if they wished to court instead.

"So before I leave your sorry ass, let me see your dowry."

Silence continued on. He stared at her expectantly. She stared at him silently wide eyed. Nothing answered them both except for the wind and creaking branches. ....And then he scowled.

"W-What-"

"Your dowry! Let me see your dowry! What do you have to offer me!?," he practically shouted at her face before giving a grunt of annoyance pointing at her bag. "In there! Gods above! Do I have to repeat everything to you!?"

She slowly rose a brow at him. "You want the-...A return payment?"

"Dowry! Payment! Offering! What ever the hell you people call it! Just give it to me! I know every human in your situation has one to give if they travel through here!"

"I-...I-I have no money." He seemed to exhale annoyed at her response. "B-B-But I ha-have these!"

He watched intently as her hands reached over, trembling harder, to her bag and he watched every moment intently. She reached to her bag, and pulled the top flap back with one hand, in an instant the sweet-sugary scent he'd been following this whole time intensified and she nearly flinched when you saw the way his eyes enlarged like a cat's when they saw a mouse. Instead she ever so slowly reached into the bag and pulled out a peice of cloth tied with a knot at the top, shaped lumpy with some visibly round objects. It was brought up to the monster held out, and his gaze was fully focused on it. He knew EXACTLY what was in that cloth before she even answered him again. His mouth instantly watered and his tongue flicked the inside of his fangs.

Peaches.

"H-Here. F-For you." She forced herself to smile.

He gave just the tiniest glance at her smile before he reacted in his own desires, her arm froze as the cloth was instantly snatched from herr hand and soon found itself within his claws, who didn't waste any time shredding through the cloth instead of just undoing the knot leaving the shreds to slowly float to the ground from his hands and inside amongst the shredded cloth in his hands was three small pieces of fruit. The small heart shaped pieces were cute looking in contrast to the clawed hands that held them, a pretty pink that faded to a yellow-tan color near the bottom. Not a blemish on them. Perfect. Sweet. And a delicacy to the tongue. He hadn't had them in so long...he couldn't even remember the last time he had one! He seemed almost in a trance as he stared at the perfect round things, savoring the sight just a bit longer to remember this moment by, before he could no longer resist the temptations. She flinched as a few peach juice droplets splashed against your hands and blinked. He had revealed his mouthful of fangs and bit through half of one peach with one bite, some pieces of the fruit falling to the ground. He exhaled slowly through his nose and his shoulders visibly relaxed. One more bite made the rest of the fruit disappear into his mouth like he was terribly hungry, then the second one followed the same fate as the first, gone in under a minute in two bites. It was by the third one that he even bothered to look at her again after all this time, where she had remained unmoving too. Was she still scared of him? Or was she waiting to see if he'd pick her for his own mate? Psh. Yeah right. As if he'd do that-...

Hm. On second thought. Maybe there was perks to having a human around-

After a moment he bothered to hum, arm reaching up to wipe at his mouth before he stood. "Not really a good dowry. Dam pathetic really." The last peach was tossed up and down in one hand. "The bare fucking minimum of expectations." Blue eyes carefully rolled over her form studying. She wasn't the worst looking. Infact it was an upgrade from most women he'd seen. ..Eh. She wasn't like the Master's wife, but her body looked strong and sturdy, and his senses indicated she was young and healthy. Early twenties tops....She might make a good servant. He hummed and then nodded. He'd check in with Kyogai first and make his choice from there. "But lucky for you, I'm feeling generous tonight. Hmph! You should be thankful!"

"S-So...Y-You're not going to hurt me?"

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would've struck you down the moment you stepped passed the tree line! Now stand up! We're leaving!"

She blinked.... "Leaving?"

He gestured at the dark. "Would you like me to leave you lost, alone, and in the dead of night where others are sure to find you?" He paused at what he said himself, because he hummed and turned his head upwards. She screamed quite a few times. Surely someone would've heard her, in fact someone might be coming towards them this moment. "With how much you stupidly screamed, I don't doubt others are already on their way here now." He growled with a scowl. "The bastards. Fighting like rats over a scrap of meat."

"N-NO!" He looked back to her as she forced herself on wobbling feet to stand before him. "I-I don't want to stay here! P-Please show me the way."

He seemed pleased with her answer because he huffed and one side of his mouth curled up in a smile. "That's more like it. If you're gonna be around me you need to step up your think-"

He didn't get to finish that sentence. In fact...He didn't get to even stand when a large hunk of branch flew past at lightning speed, and slammed right into the his side with a sickening crack sound. Wind flew past her from the sheer force of the throw, and the black robed demon was sent flying to the right and into a heap several yards away from where he initially stood. She stood frozen for a moment, the sight being too fast to comprehend what exactly had just happened. Then a horribly familiar voice spoke.

"Hands off the female! She's MY claim!!"

Her head snapped around, and she again shrieked as the insect-eyed demon has returned, hands fully intact and fangs bared towards the sight of another one of his kind as she stumbled back, eyes wide. A creaking sound was herd somewhere behind her followed by a loud thud and a deeper growl that reverberated off the wind and trees as a hiss sound escaped a black mass pushing themselves off the ground with many bone cracks and hissing noises until dangerously blue eyes cut through the dark right at the other.

"Dammed fools! You dare attack one of the Twelve Kizuki!?"

"I couldn't give a dam who you are! I staked my claim first! By law she's mine!"

And with that, he charged. She shrieked and ducked, arms coming to shield her head from the upcoming lunge but a black mass lunged faster, knocking the first one back into the trees as the two monsters rolled off. Something snapped within him. Perhaps it was all the pent up annoyance and anger at being challenged despite his rank. A whirlwind of claws and teeth they became. Crashing through tree branches, cutting one another, biting, each drawing blood from the other but he was stronger! He was faster!

He was superior!

So it wasn't very long that his opponent laid defeated. Silenced. Dead.

It wasn't a very long battle. Lasting under ten minutes. His wounds would heal within an hour or two. And he couldn't be in trouble for this, right? Surely he couldn't. Someone dared to challenge a Twelve Kizuki to battle and lost. Happened sometimes. And he had a right to fight since he insisted on fighting over the woman he still had unfinished business with. So he shouldn't be punished harshly for this. Although the fight was over, that did not stop his rage. For when he returned to claim what he had fought over, it was gone.

A piercing raged wail went through the night.

He couldn't believe this!! Did another one claim her while he was busy?! No. no. Couldn't have. He would've heard her shriek again. So that pathetic human must've taken the distraction and ran when he wasn't looking! DAMMIT!! And not only that-...

HIS LAST PEACH HAD BEEN CRUSHED IN THE FIGHT BEFORE HE COULD EVEN EAT IT!!!

He was angry! He was very, VERY ANGRY!! And he had to spend the rest of that night scrambling around trying to find this human, distracting him from his usual duties, and the scent going cold amongst the wind and other scents in the dam place! But now he was going to get in (maybe) trouble and won't get anything out of it.

....Oh so he thought.

One day went by. Absolutely nothing. He was bitter, angry, and could do nothing but go back to do his own duties. Hopefully no one would notice or care about what happened. Everyone seemed too busy to pay him any mind anyways. Too busy struck by love-syndrome to really ever pay attention to himself. Which what he preferred anyways? It was best to leave him alone during these times anyways.

Two days go by and most of the bitterness had faded away, but he was still annoyed, stewing in the leftover bitterness that was attained from yesterday. Although an unexpected event happened, and it all happened as he was traveling along the Eastern tree line mindlessly. A very strong, and very important presence. Calling to him.

STRUM!

A forced pushed the back of his mind making him stumble in his step from how sudden it was. Like a mental rock was suddenly thrown on his shoulders, and it's weight made him lurch forward in real life, stumbling and throwing his arms out to catch himself against a tree. A feeling deep inside like something pulling his soul into a different box was tugging at his mind and it made him blink in confusion for a moment.

"What the fu-"

STRUM!!

His mind was pulled into a calling. It was like his conscious became thinned, light as air, and as nimble as a snake slithering through the lines of connection between himself and the bonds the Master's blood allowed them all to have. If he had one way of describing it, he would say it felt and looked like a tree rooted into their minds, different branches that were never the same but still connected to the same trunk in the end sharing the same deepened roots. The mind thread slithered ever closer to the thing that pulled and pulled and pulled him until he felt himself connecting to two others before him in this web of connections. He was thrown for a loop for a moment, but he quickly understood where he was and why he was here. One of the Twelve Kizuki wished him here, and the one responsible for bringing him here was just above him sitting silently. Upper Moon Five, Nakime, the one responsible for all transportation within this hivemind of threads. He reached out to that small thread sending a questioning thought for why she brought him here on such short notice. In return a thrum of an instrument vibrated within the wave lengths in return, and a mental arrow pointed to the third presence with them. And he followed her pointing. Who could it be who called him? Sensei Kokushibo? It wasn't the Master. The presence wasn't intimidating to him in the least.

"Kaigaku. I'm glad you answered my calling."

Kyogai!? What the hell could that lower moon want with him!? Especially now!? "What do you want!? I'm busy!"

He thought he heard Kyogai mentally sigh."I have something to ask you concerning some events which occurred last night."

"WHAT!?"

"Last night two intruders broke into my home."

"And? It's not my fault most of your staff are girls! You deal with your own territory and don't cry to me about not being able to do your job! If you want me to scare some dam idiots into submission, you can wait until I'm done!"

"You not doing your job is precisely my point! One of the dam insects claimed they were chasing a human bride through the woods!" The anger in the other presence fell silent. What did Kyogai just say? Human bride? In his home? "It's YOUR job to patrol the east side of the mountain and make sure no strangers enter or any demons leave the forest to that side of the mountain! Clearly you aren't doing your job good enough!"

There was silence for a few seconds as the younger presence thought on what he said. "You have the human?"

"I have no human! DO. YOUR. DAM. JOB!! NEXT TIME SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENS I'M REPORTING YOUR MESS UP TO KOKUSHIBO AND THE MASTER!! DO NOT LET SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN AGAIN! CONSIDER THIS YOUR ONLY WARNING!! Nakime, I am done with this message."

"NO! WAI-"

STRUM!!

The connection of the two wavelengths were cut off with a harsh strum of a bawa string, like a knife through hot butter, and there was a slight pain from the severed connection. He was thrown forward fast and with a gasp of air, was released from the wavelengths harshly without warning, ended up colliding face first into the tree he previously grabbed and slid down it to his knees coughing from the air knocked from his lungs. But he allowed the sweet silence to cascade over his body as he breathed. And there was silence. ....before a growl escaped his throat and bark splintered under his fingernails as blue eyes narrowed.

"Kyogai."

That was how he found himself in front of the infamous mansion throwing open the front door and making the sound spook any servant that was close enough to see his angered form stomp his way inside. This wasn't his first time here. Not by a longshot. He'd seek shelter here many a times before since it was so close to where he patrolled so it was very convenient for him, so much so that the older demon who ruled this home had been kind enough to give him his own room whenever he dropped by. Those whom saw him instantly bowed as his form stomped past them all one footfall after another.

"Lord Kaigaku. Good afternoon to you," one woman greeted with a bow but he ignored her in favor of stomping forward.

Further and further into the mansion he went, many servants bowing to the young lord but he paid them no attention. The scents around here all mixed with various different demons, but mostly Kyogai's. Kyogai was much more powerful compared to them all, so of course most of everything in here smelt of him. There was also the faint smell of blood. ...So Kyogai wasn't lying about intruders walking into his home. Which only made him more suspicious. Nothing really seemed out of place until he turned one corner in the mansion and paused.

"Found you."

And he stomped towards the smell. The very familiar smell he remembered from two nights ago. The very one he'd been trying to find these last two days was here, and he sure as hell wasn't letting her get off that easily. He quickened his pace speed walking through hallway after hallway ignoring the sudden bowing demons or any demons that were thrown his way, after one thing in particular. It got stronger and stronger and he was eventually able to pinpoint it to one room behind one door in particular. Heavy and quick footsteps went right up to the sliding door, his hand reaching out to grab it hard enough that some claw marks were left behind by his claws and in one fluid, powerful motion he threw the door back hard enough to made a loud slam echo through the halls.

SLAM!!

There was a loud gasp, almost shriek at the sudden door open, and a woman whipped her head to him. F/c eyes met blue and he let a growl come out of his throat.

"It's about dam time I fucking found you."

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You leaned back in the chair blissfully unaware of the approaching footsteps stomping their way towards your room. It had been a little while since Eri had left and left you just sitting there with nothing to do but keep your hurt leg submerged in the cold bucket of water. There was literally nothing you could do to keep yourself entertained other than to day dream of everything you wanted to do once you got out of here with your newfound freedom. Maybe that's why you didn't hear the stomping coming straight towards your room-

STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. STOMP-

Or the door being grabbed hard enough to leave claw indents in them.

SLAM!!

Making you gasp and whip your head to the thundering storm looming in the doorway only to meet blue eyes.

"It's about dam time I fucking found you."

You almost shrieked upon first laying eyes upon the demon who just barged into your room. Mostly because the entrance he gave scared you but you nearly shrieked again when the menacing form stepped in. Until you paused...and just stared at him. The demon didn't look much older than yourself, wearing a scowl on his face but not a dangerous scowl that said 'I'm going to murder you'. It was more of a really, really annoyed scowl like the ones Sanemi used to wear. Still made you nervous, but not to the point where you felt in danger. You watched with wide eyes as he stomped until he stood directly in front of you with that scowl of his, staring you down. His black cloaks looked torn and dirtied on him and here and there was small dirt smudged on his gray skin.

Wait a second. You knew this demon, but where did you see him?

You jumped as a black claw was suddenly pointed at your face. "Do you know how foolish you made me look defending you from that dam parasite!? I could have been killed for all you knew and you had the gall to leave without seeing if I died!!"

Oh right. He was the one who initially saved you from that first demon! You'd forgotten him up until this point. In the light he was a lot less intimidating.

"I should've left you to be made into someone's housewife than waste my time wi-"

"Are you alright?''

He paused. You stared at him concerned. He just stared back at you blankly for a moment. "...What?"He shook his head. "Of course I'm-"

He froze when your hand just grabbed his own and yanked. And he leaned forward, the surprising action catching him off guard. Especially when he felt something soft reached up and touch his face. And he just stood there as you squinted your eyes at him. One hand on his cheek, the other firmly around his left wrist as you took the chance to look over him. Despite his dirtied and ragged looking clothes, he seemed to be completely fine other than being angry, but you'd seen scarier. From Sanemi no less. Your eyes wondered over him and seemed satisfied to not see any damage to his body, so you released his wrist and face despite him staying stunned leaned over.

"I'm glad you're ok. That sounded like a bad fight you got into, and I'm sorry you had to go through that for my sake." Just apologize now and get it over with. You didn't want to owe anyone anything after you left here, including apologies, and he did have a point as much as you'd hate to admit it. He did spare you from that vulgar insect-eyed demon you first ran into and got in the way when it lunged back at you. Just remain calm. Everything would be fine if you just remained calm. It was then you bowed while still sitting in the chair which hindered your movement, but you did still bow to the best of your abilities. "I thank you for all the help and kindness you've shown me, and I apologize again for running off. I was scared and lucky to be alive." You then looked back up to his face. "And I'm not lying when I say I do hope you're ok. I'd hate for anyone else to get hurt because of me." And you were genuine with what you said. "Are you sure you're alright?"

The demon above you just-....Dumbfoundedly stared down at you. As if he lost all ability to think and act for himself. And ever patient you just continued to stare back silently at him. In total silence. Until you smiled to break the awkward silent tension and that small gesture finally seemed to snap him out of it because he blinked...before scowling and ripping his body away from you.

He opened his mouth and pointed at you...before closing his mouth and just growling before turning his head away. "I'm fine! Like I would allow myself to be hurt by someone beneath me! And you should be grateful to me! I could've left you to be taken by predators!"

You chose to not argue with him and honestly you didn't have the energy to deal with another Sanemi-like tantrum on top of your leg being hurt. If a small compromise of your pride meant peace, then it'd be better in the long run. Although you were not planning on seeing this demon again so soon.

"Whatever you say, but what are you doing here?" He turned slightly and cocked a thick brow at your question, a hum escaping his throat. "I wasn't expecting to ever see you again no offense, so why are you here now?"

He stared at you like you were dumb before scowling harder. "Are you dense!? I came here for you, Moron!"

Your brow rose now. "Me? Now why would you want to find me?"

"Because I need to toss you out! THAT'S WHY!!" A hand pointed a thumb behind his shoulder with a small growl from his throat. "If you hadn't come in here, I wouldn't be at risk for being punished! Who knows what'll happen to me if I don't make you leave!! Now get up!" He demanded with a 'come on' gesture. "You've plagued my existence long enough!" You...did not get up and only stared at him. "Well what are you waiting for!? I said GET UP!!"

"I can't."

"Why not!?"

"My leg was injured. That's why!" You frowned and gestured to your leg which still was dunked in the bucket of cold water. "I can't even stand let alone walk! Exactly how do you expect me to follow you out of here?"

He looked down at your leg, blinking as it just seemed to dawn on him that indeed your leg was in an awkward position. "What the hell- What are you doing sticking your leg in a fucking pail of water?"

"Trying to get the swelling to go down. The water's ice cold!," you deadpanned back at him he seemed to be annoyed again as he looked from your leg back to your face. "What? It's not my fault. One of those stupid monsters hurt me!"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!!" At this point he threw his arms up looking both defeated and frustrated. "FINE!! Then I'll just take you to the human settlements Douma runs! One of them must have a healer! I am NOT getting in trouble for someone else harming a human!"

"I don't think that's a good ide-AH!!"

He didn't give you any warnings with two black sleeved arms just shoved themselves behind your back and under your knees before you were just roughly lifted up into a bridal style position in his arms. The bucket of water nearly spilling over from your sudden lift off via the demon who held you in his arms frustrated. On instinct your hands latched onto the front of his blackened robes which made him look down at you for a moment, taking in your wide eyed stare back up at him..Before he just wrenched his look away and turn you both around towards the door.

"W-WAIT!! I don't think this is a good idea! You could get in trouble more!"

He scoffed with an eye roll. "Oh, please. Who would stop me?"

"KAIGAKU!!!"

Your head snapped back to the still open door and the demon bristled. Muscles going rigid as an 'Oh crap-' expression flashed across his face, and then the footsteps, hurried and heavy came running down the hallway.

THUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUDTHUD-

Something big, heavy, and furious came running down the hallway and both you and the demon only watched as the floor shook under his feet. No escape as the thing came closer and closer- Until a giant clawed hand slammed harshly onto the doorframe making the demon holding you flinch and stumble a couple steps back as the looming form of Kyogai pushed his way into the doorway and stood above both of you much taller. You were confused looking between the now paled face of the demon holding you, and the furious look in Kyogai's blue and red eyes narrowed at the younger demon, breathing heavily from running all the way to here. You could only sit there awkwardly looking between the two demons staring each other down...Until your brow rose, and you decided to speak up.

"Kyogai?"

In an instant, his eyes snapped to you, and he blinked seeming to notice you finally, and froze. His blue eyes stared at your equally confused face, before they slowly roamed over across to where your hands gripped the black haired demon's front, then to said demon's arms holding you. Blue eyes widened for a second, but only a second, because instantly they narrowed into slits, a growl you hadn't heard him give before escaping his throat, and ever so slowly he pointed a hand right. At. The. Demon holding you.

"Put. Her. Back. Now."

The demon holding you stayed frozen in place for a moment longer before finally scowling back and pulling you closer to him. "Fuck off!"

"What are you even planning on doing with her!?," Kyogai demanded throwing up his hands, "She has no use to you!"

"I'm not getting in trouble because Little Miss Lost decided to wonder in and get herself hurt!!"

"HEY!" You scowled back at him but he ignored you staring down the taller demon with another growl.

"Wha- WHAT WAS YOUR PLAN ON FIXING THIS!? Dumping her outside the Eastern Tree Line!? She can't even walk! You'll end up killing her leaving her for dead, you dim witted beetle!"

He growled baring his fangs back. "That's why I was taking her to Douma's settlements!! He has one or two human healers so they ought to know how to fix her! And Douma's good at handling new human pets, so it'd be the perfect place for her!" Kyogai's face immediately twisted to one of horror as you shot him a look. "If I deliver her to a human settlement, then I won't be in trouble if she's with her own kind! Douma's always up for taking in more humans anyways.''

"Excuse me!," you yelled at him.

"W H A T!?"

The home shook. Literally. The entire mansion shook, lurched a bit from it's master's rage built into it making the demon holding you wobble and nearly drop you from how much he stumbled and you increased your grip on him yelping at the home's groaning creaks. As if the entire mansion was alive with his anger.

THUD!!

Kyogai slammed a single foot down leaning forward all of a sudden and got into the face of the younger demon who half paused half scowled at the older demon. "Now you listen to me you dam tantrum throwing insect! She is not even FIT for travel even if you carried her with the speed and grace of a swan! It was your own fault that this all happened in the first place! Maybe if you did your job and actually pay attention these things wouldn't have happened! Now would they!? This is why you haven't become an Upper Moon yet because Kokushibo still has to teach you the basics of the duties!!"

"How dare you speak to me that way!? IM A HIGHER RANK THAN YOU!!!''

"You're only a higher rank because of your strength and speed, and because Kokushibo has taken you on as his student so the Master was generous enough to grant you a position within the Twelve Kizuki! Otherwise you wouldn't even have the pleasure of being able to argue with me right now!" The younger demon flinched when a clawed finger roughly jabbed his chest. "AND LIKE HELL I'M ALLOWING DOUMA ANYWHERE NEAR HERE!!! THAT PERVERTED EMPTY SHELL OF A MAN CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING BUT HIS OWN PERVERTED DESIRES AND I'LL NOT SUBJECT MY WOMEN STAFF OR THAT HUMAN TO ANY OF IT!!!"

"THAT'S WHY I SAID I'M TAKING HER TO DOUMA, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!! YOUR 'PRECIOUS STAFF' SHOULD BE PROTECTED IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER-"

"DAM YOU!! GIVE ME THE HUMAN!!" You squealed out as two larger hands hooked from under your body and again you found yourself being lifted into the arms of a demon, Kyogai to be in fact. He lifted you up and out of the smaller demon's hands. You blinked and looked up at him.

"HEY!! You have no claim to her!!," the black haired demon shouted back pointing at you.

"Oh! And I suppose you have?"

"YES!! Of matter of fact I do! Since she gave me her dowry!!" He huffed proud of himself and crossed his arms, and for once Kyogai went silent. Allowing this new demon to smugly turn his head.

"....What?"

"Yes! That girl-" He pointed at you. "-gave me her dowry which means she was interested in me! And I accepted, so obviously I DO get the final say in her! So I demand as a higher up and as my claim you hand her over to me!!"

You face palmed and Kyogai continued to stare at him silently before looking to you obviously for answers. After a moment you dared to look at him, and sighed.

"It's a misunderstanding," you cleared up. "Because first of all, and for the last time, I AM NOT A BRIDE!! I never was a bride before, I'm NOBODY'S bride now, and I never WILL be someone's bride!" You practically shouted into the air, frustrated at the constant bad hand life's always dealt you. And then you pointed at the smug jerk's face as he blinked. "Second of all, the only reason I'm here is because I got lost and then chased by some simple minded men who couldn't treat women with respect! That 'dowry' I gave you wasn't even a dowry! I just thought you wanted a payment in return for rescuing me from that beast!! And even then, I'm not going anywhere I don't know! I'm staying here and waiting for a doctor to come see me!!"

The black haired demon continued to stare at you for a long moment as you frowned back at him. "....So you're not interested in me? I thought it was pretty obvious."

Kyogai looked like he wanted to lash into him again but you stopped him before he could. "I never even got your name. What's your name?"

The black haired demon regarded you for a moment before huffing. "Kaigaku. Lower Moon one of the Twelve Kizuki. It'd do you good to remember it."

You nodded calmly. "Well, Kaigaku, I'm glad to meet you, but you're looking a little ragged. You should rest and have someone fix your clothes."

Kyogai perked up seeming to catch onto what you were doing because he was quick to calm himself. "She is right, Kaigaku. You look stressed and dirtied. You should rest and allow my staff to look over you."

He looked about ready to protest but you smiled and stopped him. "A member of the Twelve Kizuki needs to look presentable. It wouldn't be proper to allow yourself to fall into disarray, how'd that make you look to the others?"

To your surprise, Kaigaku actually hummed and looked as if he was actually considering it before he grunted. "Fine. But don't think I'm doing it because you asked. It's only deserving I get a break for everything I've done."

Kyogai's eyelid twitched, but managed to retain his rage. "Of course. Please, allow me." You yelped when all of a sudden you were hiked up to be cradled within one arm as his other, now free arm, went to one of the drums on his legs tapping it twice.

BUM! BUM!

Two seconds passed and a moment later there was footsteps and a random demon woman stopped in the doorway before bowing to the taller demon. "You called me, Lord Kyogai?" Wow. They were fast around here.

"Yes. Prepare the mens' bath for Lord Kaigaku, and send someone to address his garments. Tell the cook to prepare him a meal and have Ami prepare his room for his stay with us."

"And have Eri look him over as well."

Everyone looked at you as you stared at Kaigaku and pointed. "I don't like it that he got into a fight because of me, and I don't want him hurt. So just in case have Eri look him over."

"..I don't need a second opinion on my own body! I know my limits and strengths! I would know if I was injured!"

"Yes. But it would make me feel better, and I mean it when I said I don't want anyone hurt over me." You reached out and grabbed his hand making him freeze as you stared at him sadly. "...Please?"

...He opened his mouth- ....And closed it before yanking his hand away. "Fine! But I'll only do it as a part of the luxery I'm entitled too! Not for anyone worry especially a woman's!"

"Then I shall send Eri to look you over once you've settled. Mayla! Escort Kaigaku to the baths and carry out my other orders."

Mayla. (Was that her name?) She only simply bowed deeper before leaning back up. "As you wish, My Lord. Lord Kaigaku, please follow me."

"I've been here before I know where it is!," he mumbled but started off after Mayla as she turned and began to walk off but not before shoot Kyogai a look. "I expect to be informed on what the hell's happened in between my time last seeing the human."

"Oh you will be." Kyogai narrowed his eyes back. Wait until he heard about the Master already knowing about this. That ought to get this brat to shut up. He held eye contact and watched until Kaigaku (reluctantly) disappeared out of the door following Mayla and his footsteps disappeared, before he finally allowed his body to relaxed and he slowly looked back down to you still in his arms. "Are you alright? He didn't harm you did he?"

"Um...No. B-But could you put me back down? T-This is kind of awkward."

He blinked....and his face lit up a pink. "UH!! R-Right! Y-Yes! W-What was I thinking!? Apologies!" He was quick to set you back down gently in the chair before plopping your hurt leg back into the bucket with a small splash sound. Quickly retracting his hands away from your body afterwards. "H-Here! I-Is this better?"

You nodded. "Yes. Much better thank you." Your head tilted back towards the door. "But who was that just now?"

"That mess was one of my colleges. Lower Moon One of the Twelve Kizuki although if you ask me he does not deserve the generous rank!....But how do you know him is what I would like to know!?"

You shrugged. "I ran into him by accident when I first came in here. He saved me from an attacker-" Kyogai's brows rose in surprise at that. "-but then he ate all the food I had left for doing so. He called it a 'dowry' but at the time I just thought he wanted some payment in return for saving me. I guess that was yet another misunderstanding wasn't it?"

"Kaigaku expressed interest in a dowry? From a woman?.....Kaigaku!?" he blinked.

"Oh. Is that...bad?"

"I am...Unsure." Kyogai then mumbled and reached a hand to rub his temples with a sigh. "I see I have yet another thing to fix around here. I don't get paid enough for this."

"Oh...Well, Kyogai." He jumped when he felt you reach out and grab his hand in thanks blinking from under his thanks. "Thank you again for saving me! You're a real life saver. Was Eri able to treat you yet?"

His brain froze for a second, before with his cheeks pink he pulled his hand away and held it up. "UH! N-Not yet! I-I'm afraid she was interrupted by Kaigaku's presence!"

You blinked. "Oh. Well return to her and let her finish up healing you."

"YES!! I-I will! I-I return her to assist you as soon as possible," he slowly backed away and out of the room, "Please remain here and call one of the s-servants to help you." A hand grabbed the door and slid it shut quickly. "I-I'll make sure to have a word with Kaigaku. D-Don't worry."

You rose a brow at the sudden exit and even more so at the hurried footsteps retreating from the door. What the world just happened?

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Childhood's End

I'm beginning to understand Roxas more, and what he represents in KH. Or at least how I read him. There are many ways which to view KH and its themes, and this is just one way I do. I've said it before, but the series is about growing up, especially anything that deals with Sora directly. Roxas is a part of this, and to me he is the catalyst to Sora growing up. The general crux of how I see Roxas is this: Roxas is Sora with a broken heart. I do believe Roxas always had a heart, in some way. His actual situation, at least in how he is represented in my mind, is that he couldn't connect with his heart. In Dream Drop Distance, Xemnas says something interesting to Sora: "The memory and heart are tightly linked. Rub a few memories together, and you get a spark of emotion, a feeling." So in the view of the story, memories are important for heart connection. What does Roxas lack? Yeah, memories, especially in the beginning. However, even when he saw memories of Sora he still struggled. Xion was different. She connected to Sora, even without "meeting" him. It was partly why she did what she did, both in the end, and even before when she visits Naminé. Roxas on the other hand fought tooth and nail, until he saw Sora for the first time. And even then, it wouldn't be until after he fights Sora and discovers why things had to be the way they are, does he finally accept his fate. All because, his heart was fractured. Without being able to feel his heart, he was without a compass. And without it, connecting with others was difficult, though not impossible. Eventually Roxas does connect with Sora, but this has emotional consequences to the latter. When Roxas shows Sora his memories in DDD, it profoundly effects Sora in ways he doesn't entirely understand. All he knows it hurts, and that confuses him. And that's the thing. As a child grows, they begin to lose the "blinders" that they have in the beginning. What I mean by that, is that when you're young the world revolves around you. This can be frustrating to an adult, but it is also helpful to the child. It means that children aren't as effected by something traumatic, if it ends okay, they are usually okay. It's like when Sora pierces his own heart in the end of KH1. He doesn't really think about it. Everything is fine, or so he thinks. But when one grows up further, a child's world begins to expand, and the understanding of others grow. With that though, comes pain, often in the form of new ideas, that stretch a child's understanding of the world. This is reflected in Roxas sharing his memories with Sora. With this new found understanding comes questions, questions Sora doesn't know how to answer. And in that, Sora begins to truly grow up. DDD represents to me the ending of Sora's childhood or at least the start of it. KH3 continues that thought, as more new ideas are presented to him at every turn. By the end, it is the end of Sora's childhood, as he distances himself from anything that is connected to that by leaving all that behind. Something we all do in some way as we reach the end of our own childhoods. We change, so our worlds change too. And in that, KH reflects this path. The broken path to growing up.

#kingdom hearts #kh sora #kh roxas #kh3 #kh 3d #dream drop distance #nyssa’s favorite key #growing up

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evermorethecrow · 9 months

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guys 2 truths one lie lets start

1- when i was younger i fractured my nose and chipped my front tooth after running into a brick wall with a blindfold on to "test my senses"

2- i got banned from going to someone's house after climbing on top of their garage and jumping off of it as a 7 year old

3- when i was in year 4 i got over 9 calls home for misbehaving within the first month

#evermore giggles #evermore mischief #cawing into the void #i also used to catch grasshoppers

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primal-savagery · 4 months

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Tags: #dnd oc: velvela dyre #ship: like bats & dogs

Template by @arcandoria.

Backstory

I shine only with the light you gave me I could have been anyone, anyone

Sensing the smallest fracture in her resolve, you push into Velvela's mind with all the force you can muster. And the sudden intrusion sends her reeling with a yelp. She's much less stoic when she isn't the one probing her companions' minds for whatever crumbs of information she can get, and the look of fear in her eyes would almost be enough to make you relent...

But she's demanded everything of you and the others, while fighting tooth and nail to remain enigmatic herself. Pried every secret from your grasp that she could find. She owes you.

You move quickly, before she can pull herself together enough to push you back out again. The way she always does. Four centuries of memories flash rapidly across your vision; mostly dark, and difficult to discern. You do your best to focus on anything that looks significant.

The first thing you notice is music. Harp music. And from Velvela's perspective it is the only thing that brings her any peace when every waking moment is filled with a lingering air of dread. The melodies come to her at night in her dreams; the dreams she isn't supposed to have. And they bombard her with images of a landscape bathed in light that she does not recognize...Yet finds herself yearning for, all the same.

And then all at once the dreams and the harp music vanish, and are instead replaced with a hundred years worth of blood, sacrifices, and each one of their terrified expressions as one by one their fates are sealed for the appeasement of a wretched goddess. Then the perspective shifts, and it's Velvela's own throat that stings as it is cut languidly, letting her blood flow free as her tormentors discuss what should be done with her. Surely the sacrifice of a loyal priestess would satiate their queen's lust for chaos; if only for a short while.

Unfortunately, it seems that's all you'll be getting, as Velvela pushes you from her thoughts with enough force to take your breath away. And when you lock eyes with her again, hers are ablaze with fury. But she seems to fold in on herself, standing as if readying herself to mount a defense she knows will fail.

"Are you happy now? Finally dug up all the dirt you needed to satisfy your craving?! What purpose did that little excursion serve, besides driving a bigger wedge between us?"

[["You've done a find job of that on your own already, being so secretive."]]

"Secretive? That's what you're concerned about? Really? I like to think I've been quite helpful on our journey so far. I've been reasonable, I've hardly argued. That's more than I can say for some of the others. So what if I was a bit reticent?!"

[["You've taken every chance you could to invade our minds, and balked whenever we asked for a bit of honesty back. That isn't right."]]

"You saw what's up there, didn't you? All of that anguish. That misery. Revealing that to you wouldn't have done anything constructive; just jeopardized my life even further."

"...I am alone, alright? Completely. No one is looking for me. There isn't a soul left in the land of the living that's coming to save me. You are all I have, my only chance to beat this parasite. If I lose that, it's over."

[["Well you seem...Agreeable. Well adjusted, in spite of things. You're obviously trying to leave the past in the past."]]

"Yeah, well...I have it on good authority that it may never be enough."

Ship: Like Bats & Dogs

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground

--- WIP ---

Lore Posts

Velvela's Cubs

How does your Tav feel about kids?

Couple's Questions 29 & 30 11, 25, & 26

Get to know my Tav!

What is your Tav's romantic/sexual orientation?

Leaving The Elfsong

Does your Tav have any previous lovers from before the game?

20 Tav QOTDs 2, 4, & 7

Does your Tav like winter?

Was there a scene in the game where your Tav canonically cried?

Tav Backstory Ask Game 3 & 4

Wolf Vel quieting Astarion.

How does your Tav sleep?

Describe a turning point or “new beginning” moment for your Tav.

What is your Tav’s theme song?

How would you describe your Tav’s aesthetic?

Vel and Astarion's post-game side hustle.

Is your tav taller, shorter, or the same height as their love interest?

How old is your tav?

OC Asks: Not-So-Nice Addition Mistake

Are there any canonically dead companions by the end of your Tav’s journey?

Gallery

Commission by araneapeixes

Commission by ssuzu

Commission by maddiebiscuits

Commission by redreart

Commission by delborovic

Portrait by tadpole-apocalypse

#baldur's gate 3 #fem tav #drow tav #dnd oc: velvela dyre #drow druid/fighter/cleric #ship: like bats & dogs #oc masterpost

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mechanicalriddle · 3 months

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The score:

-tooth explodes one day

-dentist gets me in for emergency visit. drills, temp crowns tooth. tells me i am very lucky because the fracture was just far enough away to save the nerve. tells me to come back in a few weeks to get the permanent crown

FAST FORWARD A FEW WEEKS

-i arrive for my crown. the dentists office has... "misplaced" it. it's my old dentist's last day and he decides to just not even show up. they pass me off to their backup dentist

-backup dentist... decides he doesn't like the way my tooth looks and sets me down for another ~2hr session of tooth drilling and his own impressions. i say fine. whatever

FAST FORWARD THREE DAYS

-tooth hurts. go in for another emergency checkup. Now i need a root canal

-after the first dentist told me id just barely avoided needing a root canal. and a second dentist filed it down even further

-hmm!

-i book for the root canal two weeks out. Dentists office says i can get one sooner if i call another office in town and get it transferred, takes my appt off the books

-turns out the office in town isnt covered and it will be 1800 dollars. i say fuck that, call up my actual dentists office

-root canal appointments are now booking one month out

-i say 'fuck that' again and try calling insurance. insurance says 'go here we'll cover it'

-i waste an entire morning of sick leave and take the 2hr round trip down there

-i get there. talk to desk staff

-they won't cover it

-call my dentists office AGAIN, tell them "HEY i notice you havent FILED the EXCEPTION i NEED to be COVERED at another DENTISTS OFFICE"

-dentists office: "thatll be a week to process sorry :grimace:"

-dentist at the office i have just been turned away from: they told you a week? it takes 20mins to file an exception

YOU ARE NOW HERE (YOU WILL HAVE HAD A TOOTH INFECTION FOR 3 WEEKS STRAIGHT BEFORE YOU FINALLY RECEIVE THE DENTAL TREATMENT YOU NEED PROBABLY MAYBE)

#i just think we should ummm 'do something' to all insurance execs in the world. i wont say exactly what. it involves a brick

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r1999-transcript · 5 months

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Worn Teeth And Old Marks 02 - Empty Glass Jar

Tooth Fairy: Huh … Huh … … Humerus … and pelvis, fracture deformity … Ankle, open fracture. Blood loss … estimated to exceed…

From the looks, the unfortunate boy I hit at that time was probably under 10 years old. He was thin and small, and quite tan. Within only a few seconds, he was almost entirely weltering in blood. The tiny baby tooth was soaked in the blood, too white not to be noticed.

Tooth Fairy: … Damn.

Hands trembling. Dizzy … That’s all I felt at the time.

Tooth Fairy: … Hello. Emergency Service! I’m on …

No one would have ever expected a child to suddenly appear on the empty highway. But things just happened beyond my expectation, and it happened very quickly without any signs.

Emergency Services: According to your information, we’ll arrive as soon as possible within 50 minutes. Please be patient.

Tooth Fairy: He’s in a critical condition and can’t wait for 50 minutes …

The warm rock formations within my view and the agave of a man’s size, both demonstrated an undisputed fact - - that in the Platinum 10 Minutes, and in a desert where there was no hospital nor any medical resources, I could barely save his life with any human medical treatments.

Tooth Fairy: … Hey!! Hey!! Can you hear me!

Boy: *cough* Ouch …

Tooth Fairy: Oh … shit.

Pints of blood was pouring from every single wound. If it went on like this, in less than 30 seconds, he would go into shock from blood loss. I do have a better idea.

Tooth Fairy: Damn … damn it …!

Because of the blood, my fingertips kept slipping uncontrollably on the glass jar that I carried, and I could barely open it.

Tooth Fairy: Look up, boy, look up …

Knock the area three fingers from the lower jaw. Hold the nape gently. Stretch the throat muscles. For the first time I was so unconfident about the dosage … and also the first time to try to heal a human with tooth fairies. My arms were moving like a machine, stuffing the boy’s body with these little monsters that were dropping golden powder.

Tooth Fairy: The fifth … Yes, right … good boy … go on, swallow it.

Boy: *cough* Huh …

Tooth Fairy: Hah … Hah …

…

Tooth Fairy: … Thank goodness.

…

Motel

Boy: Um …

Tooth Fairy: Please do not move. The wound on your ankle is expected to heal in thirty minutes. We’re in the motel near the highway. I will ask you a few questions. Please answer as quickly and accurately as possible. How many fingers?

Boy: Uh, hiss … you are … two?

Tooth Fairy: Please do not move. Is it day or night?

Boy: Day …?

Tooth Fairy: Good boy. Do you remember your name and age?

Boy: Jo … John. John Garcia … 13 years old. I live in the Mare Town nearby.

Tooth Fairy: Thanks for the cooperation. You could call me …

John: Hm? What’s covered around my feet … ?

Tooth Fairy: … ! Don’t!

John: Wow … ah! What … what are these?! Are they … wings? My God! The ointment has golden powder on it …

Tooth Fairy: … Please don’t worry. It’s not harmful, nor will it make you feel painful. If it’s hard to take, just close your eyes and don’t think about it. This is a motel. You could call me Tooth Fairy. It’s their name, and mine too.

John: No, this looks COOL … I’m not afraid. It feels amazing on my ankle!

Tooth Fairy: …

John: Did you save me? With that amazing … ointment?

Tooth Fairy: In fact, I caused the accident. Fortunately, I know how to heal in some way.

John: I’m sorry … Mom once warned me to stay off the highway. I just … I … my beetle … it went out to the middle of the road.

Tooth Fairy: No. You should not be the one to apologise. Your Mom is right. Please keep her words in mind.

John: I will! I just … hiss!

Tooth Fairy: … Take a deep breath … Open your mouth.

John: Hey! It … it’s alive … Wow, a flying granny … Shall I just put it in my mouth?

Tooth Fairy: If you want the best healing effect, I suggest you swallow it.

John: Ugh … hmm! It’s sour. And a little sweet! Hmm … huh? The loose tooth in my mouth is gone!

Tooth Fairy: … It’s here. … Are you taking it back?

John: Oh, not really. I’m surprised you didn’t throw it away! Hmm … and, the granny, can I have one more?

Tooth Fairy: I’m very sorry, John. This is the last one. But if you behave well, I’ll give you some other snacks.

I searched in my pocket, trying to find something other than a tooth … anything like a toffee, or sea salt flavoured chocolate, or a caramel kind of thing … Kids need it.

Tooth Fairy: Like … a candy?

John: Awesome! I’ve never had candies before! Wow! In your pocket … Why are there SO many teeth?!

Tooth Fairy: It’s my personal hobby.

John: Hobby … Ah! I get it! Is it just like how I love the beetles?

Tooth Fairy: … Probably.

John: No wonder you didn’t throw that baby tooth away! In that case, I’ll trade you this for a candy … Huh? Ah! It’s here! It’s Toto’s tooth that fell out this morning! It always loves it when I rub its belly.

Tooth Fairy: … Thanks.

John: You’re welcome … Hey, wait, it’s amazing! I don’t feel any pain at all! Not even hungry anymore! You’re even better than Grandma Susie!

Tooth Fairy: … Grandma Susie?

John: Her cabin is right next to my house! People in town said Grandma Susie is an arcanist … She really didn’t have a good temper, as she always drive me away with a broom, and never allowed me to catch beetles in her doorway … But she would secretly give me a few pieces of corn crisps every time, and I haven’t tasted any good crisps since she moved away … Grandma Susie could turn an apple pie out of nothing, and she even moved a huge palace. Although people said that was just illusion, but … can you do it too?

Tooth Fairy: I’m sorry. I can’t do any of them.

John: But you saved my life! You must be an arcanist, too!

Tooth Fairy: Have a taste?

John: It’s … toff … toffee! Oh, I tuned out just now … Here’s Toto’s tooth!

I looked at the tiny tooth in my palm, and guessed it might belong to a bloodhound whose bloodline wasn’t pure. Apparently, the owner of the tooth was also malnourished.

John: Mmm … so sweet! … Ms. Tooth Fairy, is it that whatever the pain, you could drive it away?

Tooth Fairy: I wish I could. But the truth is, there is no one who could cure all diseases.

John: But you are powerful … Arcanists are all very powerful …

Tooth Fairy: Powerful doesn’t equal all-powerful, John. If it hasn’t been me who caused the accident … or if I had hesitated even for a second, it would be a completely different story. … Now, you should get some rest. Feeling no pain doesn’t mean you’ve recovered. Tuck in, and get some sleep. Then I will take you back.

A motel is not a good place to rest, but sometimes we don’t have a choice. Fortunately, John was so skinny that even the smallest quilt was way adequate for him. Gradually, he’s breathing well, and my nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

John: Ms. Tooth Fairy …

Tooth Fairy: …?

John: If I may …

I saw him turn over with difficulty under the quilt.

John: Can you please … meet my Mom later …?

#reverse 1999 #events #worn teeth and old marks #1.2

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ily-fictional-women · 2 years

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Ashes to Ashes || Chapter 1

Chapter 1: New Employer

Summary: Y/n lost her big sister and not wanting to be with anyone else she had to raise herself on her own– making her make some poor choices along the way.

Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x fem!reader

Warnings: Minor violence technically

Word count: 950 (this chapter is more of a prologue)

a/n: This is a continuation of “The Hope I Find In You” it’ll be best to read that first. Just a reminder in the story if there’s any text that <”Looks like this.”> it just means the character(s) are saying something in a different language, I’m just trying to have minimal google translated stuff. (Reblogs are welcome but please no translating and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged.)

Tura Typa Russia, September 6th, 2021

<”Name?”>

Y/n cracked a small smile <”Dimitri, how many times will we do this eh? I’ve been a regular for a year.”> The older man let out a small laugh under his breath <”Well, good luck tonight it’s a big one.”> Y/n rolled her eyes <”I don’t need luck, Dmitri. All I need is the winnings from tonight. My landlord raised my rent again.”> Dimitri unlocked the doors to the side of him with the push of a small button <”It is a gesture of kindness Y/n! Next time you could say thank you.”>

Y/n took off her shirt leaving for the loud crowd in the other room “I’ll say thank you when you pay me tonight if that makes it better.”

The announcer hollered from his microphone “ARE YOU ALL READY FOR TONIGHT?!!!” The crowd cheered and screamed in response. “WELL GOOD TO KNOW! We have some very special guests with us tonight. On our right corner of the cage tonight we have the man feared by many, built like a mountain and can throw a punch like a god, Aleksander Mikhailov aka The Nuke!!” At the moment the name was mentioned the crowd grew louder many cheers. Although the crowd did get quieter “Let's not get too excited everyone because on the left corner of the cage we have the woman you all know, you all hate her, she’s silent she’s deadly, Y/n L/n! But to others, she’s only known as the White Widow!” The crowd immediately boos and even throw trash at Y/n. “Okay okay everyone settles down, make sure your bets are in!”

Aleksander laughed looking at the announcer “I am supposed to fight her? She is punny girl! This is simply not a fair fight.” The announcer smiled softly “Whatever you say, buddy.” Before leaving the ring he put a hand on Y/n’s shoulder leaning down to her ear and whispering “If you knock him out I’ll give you my cut for the night.” Y/n laughed out loud “Deal.”

As the match began Aleksander immediately swung with a right hook putting his full force into it letting Y/n doge easily making him stumble. He huffed real loud “That’s it, punny girl! No more playing nice.” He rammed himself forward attempting to tackle Y/n with another swift doge he inevitably smashed into the metal fencing of the cage. As he turned back to Y/n his mouth was bloody and he spat out a tooth “Are you going to doge the whole time or are you going to fight me, little girl?” He swung again at Y/n this time landing a hit to the eye scratching her eyebrow. Taking this as an opportunity though before he moved his hand back Y/n took a hold of his wrist with both hands.

“Don’t be so cocky.” With that, she wrapped her legs around his arm flipping him on his stomach and fracturing his arm. Making sure to win the match she made a small hit to the side of his neck effectively knocking him unconscious. As some of the crowd booed at the quick victory others cheered knowing they won the bet. As Aleksander was dragged out Y/n walked off heading back to Dimitri.

Leaning on the desk with a wide grin Dimtri already knew what Y/n was going to ask about. <”Dimitri-”> before she could even start he put a finger to her lips <”Y/n, your eyebrow is bleeding, I patch you up then you get your money.”> Dimtri pulled up a stool near his desk sitting Y/n down before leaving to get a med kit. But then she heard a few metal bangs, figuring Dimtri dropped something in the other room she ignored it. But then it continued and as it got louder and louder she realized it was the entrance door. But before she could warn anyone they burst through the metal doors, the police. As more rushed in there were at least 15 men, each with guns pointed at her.

While Y/n is a good fighter she knew to pick her battles and a battle with 15 men with guns was not one she would win. Dimitri stood in the doorway <”Y/n, what is this?”> Y/n raised her hands slowly <”Depends on what they do in the next few minutes.”> But then a single man solely armed with a pistol. He raised the gun and shot Dimtri twice. “NOO!!” Y/n screamed out, one of the only people alive that cared about her in the slightest was gone. <”Arrest the girl and everyone in the place.”> Before being cuffed Y/n studied the man, looking at him carefully. By his uniform, he was a kernel. This wasn’t a normal police raid, someone found out about the cage fights and reported it. This wasn’t going to end well.

Spetsnaz Police Station

Y/n went into an emotional shutdown, the one person who cared about her still was gone, shot dead write in front of her. She lay there on the cold metal bench in the cell starting to drown in her own thoughts, or that is until one of the guards tapped onto the metal bars <”Y/n L/n?”> She sat up <”Yes?”>

<”Someone is here for you. Says she’s a friend.”>

As she left the cell she saw an older woman with dark hair that had a purple streak in it. When it came to how she dressed she definitely had money. The older woman put out her hand “Hi Y/n, Valentina Fontaine. We should talk.”

#yelena belova x female reader #yelena belova x reader #valkyrie x y/n #valkyrie x you #yelena mcu #yelena belova x platonic!reader #aroace yelena belova #giving a mentally unstable adult a child trope #found family

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blue-sunshine · 10 months

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I Wrote a Poetry Book 🦷

Hello, friends! I haven’t posted anything on here for a while, apart from reblogging gif sets when I get into a new fandom lol, but I wrote a poetry book, and I want to share more information about it!! I would really appreciate anyone skimming over this and/or reblogging. ❤️

A few months ago, I finished my first poetry manuscript, Is It Bad if My Gums Bleed When I Floss? If you’re a fan of the macabre, poems about trauma and self-acceptance, or you happen to love teeth like I do, this book might be for you!

Is it Bad if My Gums Bleed When I Floss? is a collection of poems following Netty, a dental student, from childhood to adulthood and the relationships she forms throughout, including a sexually abusive relationship with her professor. When she emerges on the other side, it’s with heavy trauma and a newfound desire to fully accept her own sexuality, as well as heal her fractured relationship with herself. It’s a lot of body horror—it is pulling teeth and probing gum pockets and tasting blood on someone else’s lips. It’s literally teeth poetry. It’s not pretty, but I think that’s the beauty of it.

Because I know it’s easy to see this and not really know what the hell “teeth poetry” means or what my writing is actually like, here’s an example—this is a concrete poem I want on the back cover of the book, which touches on a lot of the themes and images in the collection (please excuse the poor quality; I don’t know how to fix that lol):

I want her, I want her

under my pillow are my baby

teeth soaking up saliva

in his mouth

I taste my blood

under my fingernails

press into her skin

is so pretty

little lips saying

“It’s Netty,” and I—

I’m really proud of this manuscript; completing it was like putting to rest years of hatred and shame that were festering within me. But I can’t say any of this without giving a BIG thank you to @tigerlilycorinne and @jovialobservationanchor for supporting me while writing this. If it weren’t for them reading it, leaving feedback and suggestions, and generally just being the best cheerleaders in the world, I probably would’ve just let it sit in my Google Drive.

One last note: I have an author Instagram and a Ko-fi if you want to follow or support me elsewhere! I’ll keep you guys updated on any news I hear from the indie publishers I’ve sent this manuscript to, as well as new things I’m writing. (Between you and me, I have another book in the works...!)

Again, I would very much appreciate if anybody reblogs this! Tag a poetry lover, the dental hygienist you follow, a Dead Dove fan, or the casual tooth enjoyer in your life. I want my poetry to find the audience I’m certain is out there. If you know me, you know I’m not always confident in my writing, but I think this is it. 🦷❤️

#blue sunshine #blue sunshine writes #poetry #teeth #writing #author #DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT #i wrote a book #teeth poetry #sexuality #queer romance #abuse survivor #macabre #how many tags is too many tags

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