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zorosleftmantit101 · 8 months

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Blood butcher

Characters: Shanks x fem reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: A lovely request from anon

C/W: Smut, angst-ish, Breeding kink, talk of pregnancy, oral M! Receiving, daddy (used once), cum 🤤,

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knocking on the familiar front door of your childhood home you glanced at your fiance beside you, smiling at him with pure love in your eyes.

You had been dating Shanks for a couple of years now and he had finally asked the question during your picnic together under the stars.

After a few seconds, the door opened to reveal your mother standing there happily with outstretched arms. "My precious babies home" she cried peppering kisses all over your face. "I'm not a baby mum!" you laughed over the onslaught of love.

From beside you, Shanks smiled adoringly at the moment, your laughter your smile, your eyes crinkling as your mother kissed you repeatedly, reminding him over and over how much he loved you.

He had been the happiest man alive when you said yes to his proposal, practically throwing yourself into his arms as soon as the ring was placed over your beautiful finger.

"And you!" Shanks was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard your mothers yell. "Look at you!" She walked up to him grabbing Shanks's face, "As handsome as ever" she laughed pinching his cheeks grandma-style

"MUM" you wailed grabbing your husband from your mother's grasp, Shanks laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "He's my to be husband" you playfully jested. "Talking about husbands, where's dad?" you grimaced remembering the less-than-happy look on his face when you told him Shanks had proposed.

You never understood your father's dislike for Shanks, Ever since their first meeting your dad had labelled him as 'bad news' and 'not good for you.' Summing it up to him just being a protective dad you wondered if he'd behave himself tonight.

"Oh you know him" your mum warily laughed, "he's never been one for greeting guests."

Finishing up the convo your Mum hastily ushered the two of you inside, "Please, Please, make yourself at home" she mused as you and Shanks took a seat at the dining table.

You heard a gruff groan from the couch as your dad hobbled into the dining room, the clicking and clacking from his walking stick in his hand and what seemed like a permanent scowl on his face.

"Hello Dad" you smiled standing to hug him, "Hey their little duck" your father replied using the hand not holding his walking stick to wrap around your back. "Hello Mr (L/N)" Shanks politely greeted Watching your father's face grow sour sent a sharp pang to his heart. Your dad moved to sit at the head of the table, as you made your way back to your seat next to Shanks, holding his hand under the table.

Your mum entered the dining room with the roast chook dinner placing it in the center of the table. "Eat up" she chimed loading the mashed potatoes onto her plate, As everyone began serving themselves you couldn't help but feel something was wrong, Shanks had a rather gloomy feel to him, even after he had been so excited in the car.

"So red hair you decided to pull your finger out and ask my daughter the question" your dad grumbled taking an angry bite out of his chicken. "DAD" you yelped shooting him a glare "be nice, this is my fiance your talking to"

Letting out a nervous laugh Shanks rubbed over your hand lovingly, "no, no its ok, he's right-" "Course I am" your dad quibbled under his breath, "I was just waiting for the perfect time" Shanks smiled looking at you as you gave him an apologetic look.

"Well after your married you have to give us lots of grandbabies" your Mum laughed. Chocking on your drink you started coughing violently, Shanks rubbed your back to calm you down, "Mum" you whined "your embarrassing me."

"Good" your dad barked "maybe Red hair will get the idea and scram." "F/N" your mum snapped "That's quite enough" You glared at your dad shocked at his forward outbursts, "Have you no shame father, I love Shanks and that will never change and when where married we will officially be family and you should treat him with the same amount of love and respect as you would me or Mum" you exclaimed hands bawling into fists.

"I'll choose who I respect in this goddamn family and it will not be this good for nothing, I don't trust him you hear, I know his type, he'll say he loves you, buy you nice things, give you a family, and then he'll just leave in a blink of an eye for a younger women." Your dad yelled standing up from his seat.

"Shanks is the most loving and kind man you'll ever meet, he means the world to me and I know that he'll stay by my side till where old and ugly and have a big beautiful family with families of their own!" You cried, tears welling up in your eyes. Silence cast itself over the table as you stood from your seat to take a breather.

The dinner was fogged with awkwardness as the rest of the evening was spent in silence broken by small spurts of conversation.

Wishing your parents goodbye you grabbed Shanks's hand to pull him to the car, once sitting inside you turned to look at him as he hopped in the driver's seat, "Oh sweetheart I'm so sorry about dad, I don't know what's up with him." You winced hands coming to cover your face.

A hurt smile was plastered on Shanks's face as he pulled your hands off your face to pepper kisses on your wrist "It's alright my love, no need to apologise, I'm alright" Deep down what your father had said to him really hurt shanks, naturally.

Shanks was usually so unfazed by insult, dealing with people's snarky remarks for years, but to think that Shanks would use you, and leave you made his heartache.

The car ride home was fairly quiet, the only sound was the cars around you and the evening sky. Pulling into the driveway you were about to open the door when Shanks pushed the lock button. a 'click' sound resounded through the car as your car door refused to open.

"Shanks is everything right?" you asked worried that tonight had gotten to him. "Baby did you mean all those things you said about me?" he sheepishly smiled dark eyes staring down at you in a possessive manner. "Which things?" you quirred the memories of the night being a bit of a blur.

"Oh yknow," he whispered as he leaned across his seat to kiss along your neck "Just those cute words about me being the most loving, kind man, and our future family." A shiver rolled deliciously up your spine as you clamped your thighs together. Shanks leaned back into his seat grinning at you with a sly smile.

Licking your lips you leaned across to Shanks's seat moving to whisper against his ear, "D'know wanna find out" and with that, you had managed to reach Shanks's driver-side car lock, unlocking the car and making a break for the house. A mussed chuckle rumbled from Shanks's throat as he took off after you to the house.

Chasing you through the doorway his upper hand of speed was put to no use as you spun around smashing your lips into his, tumbling the two of you back into the door and slamming it closed with your bodies. Fighting for dominance you whimpered as Shanks's tongue pushed past your lips, his hands gripping your waist.

Reluctantly you pulled away for air, catching your breath as Shanks started his attack on your neck, sucking sweet hikes on your supple skin. "Gonna treat you good tonig-" "no" you butted in Shanks recoiled wondering if he had upset only to find you sinking to your knees in front of him "I wanna make you feel good tonight" You whispered, watching the tent in his pants grow.

Pulling at Shanks's belt buckle, you unfastened it letting his trousers drop to the floor. The bulge in his underwear was more prominent with the lack of clothing. His cock throbbed deliciously as you kissed it lightly, hearing a low hiss from your lover above you. "Fuck baby gonna make me feel good huh?" Shanks murmured running his calloused fingers through your hair. "Wanna make you feel like a king, Shanks, you deserve only the best" And with that you pulled his boxers off, his dick flying up to hit his stomach before bobbing temptingly in front of you.

Kissing the red throbbing tip, your mouth opened to let him inside, groaning as his warm, fat, cock slid past your lips, Shanks let out a breathy moan as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag. Acoustoming yourself to his length you began bobbing your head along his dick, using one hand to jerk what you couldn't reach and the other to rub his balls.

"Just like that sweetheart, fucking look so good with my cock stuffed in your pretty mouth" he spat throwing his head back. Whining at his filthy words you rubbed your thighs together feeling your arousal dampening your panties. "My needy darling, getting so horny just from sucking your husband's dick" Calling himself your husband made you let out a whimper, picking up the pace as your tongue moved along the underneath of his cock.

Shanks's hips jerked forward as his hands came to hold your head, fucking into your throat at a rough pace before spilling his salty cum in your mouth. Pulling out with a satisfied groan, you swallowed eagerly as you looked up to him with lust-filled eyes. Standing from your knees you ushered Shanks to the couch watching with bated breath as he pulled his shirt up to reveal his toned chest.

Scrambling to pull your own clothes off, you dive back into a sloppy kiss, whimpering softly into his mouth as he palmed at your ass. Pushing him down onto the couch you moved to straddle him, feeling his cock rub against your aching cunt.

"You ready baby?" you ask slowly lining your entrance over his flushed tip, yet Shanks gave no response as he slammed his hips up into you, bottoming out inside of warm pussy. Letting out a graphic moan Shanks pulled out to the tip looking you in the eyes before slamming back in. Moving his hands to rub up your chest you started to move on your own, bouncing up and down on his delectable dick.

"Fuck, your milking me dry" he groaned exhaling shaky breaths with his head thrown back. "Your so big Shanks" you whined running your fingers through his hair. Running his hands down your body he reaches your pussy, moving to circle your clit. Squeezing around him you moaned, your arousal oozing down his cock.

Thrusting his hips further you felt the coil in your stomach grow, getting closer to the edge, "I'm close, please don't stop" you whimpered, pussy squelching obscenely. "Same baby, gonna cum soon, you gonna let me cum in your little pussy, get you nice and pregnant, gonna make me daddy" he spat thrusting up into you as you bounced. "Yes" you gasped "please Shanks" Your pleas fell on death's ears as he bottomed out inside you, warm seed shooting into your core, his head tipped back in ecstasy.

Feeling his cum shoot into your cervix push you over the edge as you came all over his cock, thick cream gushing onto his stomach. Pulling out of him, he watched with love as his cum ozzed out of your pussy, using two fingers to stuff it back inside you.

Rolling onto the couch you looked at Shanks with a smile brushing a few strands of hair from his eyes. "hey baby" Shanks whispered moving to rest his head on your shoulder. "Yes my love" you replied running a hand up and down his chest.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

"Well I love you the most"

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lichenes · 2 months

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oooo Vincent reassuring reader when the reader meets Sandra for the first time. PS. Love your work

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Thank you 🪼 for the ask :D Glad you like my rubbish <33

Sandra my beloved. But I shall rise to the occasion and fulfill your ask.

CW: jealousy, brief neck kissing and brief kissing, angst and fluff?kinda? corny ending like, actually embarrassing, some plot holes (sorry!), SFW

wc: 451

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You weren't the jealous type, you knew you weren't. It never occured to you that you could love someone so passionately and be so possesive of them. When you were jealous though you felt like a hungry fox trying to steal away a chicken from the coop. That's what you were feeling now.

"Chéri?" He mused not quite paying attention to you. "I need to go to meet up with a client." He smiled when you put up an eyebrow questioningly. "What? I'm a full time lawyer, all hours of the day are office time." You chuckled lightly pecking him on the cheek and bidding him goodbye.

He came back around 11, quicker than you were expecting, a woman under his arm entering your house. You went out into the corridor looking confused at hearing a her voice. "Hello?" Vincent looked at you, his face contorting into something you couldn't quite name. "Oh sorry, didn't you get my message?"

You were sitting around the table in your kitchen. Sandra and Vincent chatting away while you were sitting with your arms crossed clearly uncomfortable with her presence. There's nothing to be jealous of, you thought. You were chalking up your envy to how beautiful Sandra was. How her ocean blue eyes complimented her dark blonde hair. How she moved so effortlessly through the room, how she gestured as if to impress but not overwhelm.

She existed purely to be adored and Vincent seemed to be adoring her too much. "And how about you?" Sandra asked with a smile on her face. "Hm?" You hummed, flustered as your own jealousy just overshadowed any connection you could've formed with her.

When Sandra left around midnight she hugged you. She hugged you real tight, a hug cementing the fact that she would be showing up more often in your life. You hugged her back not wanting to seem off.

When she got out of your space Vincent came up to you and hugged you from behind.

"Sorry for taking so long chéri. I know you don't like unexpected guests." You relaxed into his touch, putting your head on his shoulder and letting him kiss you on the neck. "Honey..." you started. "Sandra and you... you're not..." you trailed off.

He spun you around and looked at you concerned. "No. Absolutely not." He got closer to your face as if to amplify his point. "I wouldn't do this to you. Ever. Don't think that of me mon cœur." He kissed you as delicately as he could, bringing you closer to yourself.

"I love you." You said after you broke the kiss. Tears already welling up in your eyes. "Et je t'aime aussi." He said wiping them.

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#x reader #anatomy of a fall #swann arlaud #vincent renzi #vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi x gn!reader #angst #angst and fluff #fluff

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8-bit-daycare · 1 month

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Little one (while in big headspace) got themselves a new outfit, it's very cute but not a typical "little outfit". Still, when they show it to their cg, they immediately get into the cg headspace. Somehow this outfit is just to adorable not to do so. Cg manages to help little one slip with cuddles, forehead kisses, playtime, cute nicknames, etc. And they enjoy an unexpected little evening.

Cosette went shopping and found a sweater they absolutely fell in love with. It was a fuzzy brown sweater that went down to their knees. They bought it with the last spare money they had, and ran home. They couldn’t explain why—it wasn’t a onesie or a tutu or overalls—but they couldn’t wait to regress in it.

They got home and changed, putting pink tights underneath it and pinning their hair back, and Elwin walked through the front door as they came out of the bedroom.

“Papa!” They called happily and waved.

Elwin looked at them, at first casually then stopping to take them in. He smiled a little. He loved Cosette so much, and despite having a hard day at work, he wanted to take care of them.

“Hi, little one,” Elwin said, putting his stuff down and coming to hug Cosette. “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” they mumbled, hugging him back tight.

“How tired are you?”

Cosette had chronic fatigue. Due to all their mental illnesses, they were constantly tired.

“I don’t know, pretty tired. Why?”

“Too tired to play pretend?”

They gasped. “No, I can play pretend! Can we play restaurant!”

“Of course, baby bug. Go get your toys, I’ll put some stuffies down. Should I also be a guest?”

“Yeah!”

They ran and got all their play food, cash register, and dishes, bringing them all into the living room. They set up a little station to put the food together and let people pay.

Cosette brought their pad over to Papa Elwin, who’s black eyeshadow was smudged and hair, same color, a mess. They hesitated. “Papa, are you too tired?”

“No, kiddo.” He smiled. “I always love spending time with my little love.”

They giggled. “Okay! What do you want to eat?”

“Hmmm….” He looked over the menu that Cosette had hand drawn. “It all looks so good! You better come back to me. I think that panda bear over there looks ready to order.”

“Hehe, okay!” They ran over to Bambi, the panda bear. “What can I get you? ‘Oh, hi! I’d love a coffee, donuts, and lots of vegetables!’ Okay! That’ll be right up!”

“Ooh, coffee, that sounds good,” Elwin mused.

“I can get you coffee!” Cosette giggles and ran to grab their pretend coffee maker.

They found themselves swarmed with orders, and brought everyone their drinks and meals. They checked up on Elwin the most.

“Excuse me, Mx. Cosette,” he asked. “This burger isn’t cooked all the way! Could I get a replacement?”

“Oh no! That’s horrible!” Cosette cried. “How will we recover from this!”

Elwin gasped. “Are you in the hole?”

“So far in the hole!”

“Well, this is quite a pickle,” he admitted. “Because I still need my burger. I’m hungry!”

“Can I get you something else?”

“Hmm… I better look over the menu again!”

Cosette giggled and handed him the menu. He looked over it for a while. “I’ll take the chicken tenders!”

“Done! Glad we could resolve this.” They grinned.

They played for a while longer before Cosette began to get too tired. They cleaned up together, then Elwin came to Cosette and knelt in front of them. He took their paci out of their mouth.

“How’s my angel doing? Did you have any trouble today?”

Cosette shrugged. “I think I had split a little bit,” they admitted. “I was really angry. But I feel better now.”

Elwin smiled. “Good. Let’s get some food in that little tummy, hm? Anything you need to talk about with me?”

“No, Papa.”

“Okay, baby. Let’s get you some dino nuggets.”

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seiya-starsniper · 3 months

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Another Get To Know Me Game!

Tagged by @windsweptinred, this was so much fun to do! Love seeing a new version

Who was your first fictional crush?:

Hmmmm, instinct says Tuxedo Mask! I'm sure I had other fictional crushes but that's the one I most vividly remember. That and Xanatos from Gargoyles djdoaisjdoaij.

What’s the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?:

Purple!

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?:

Oh there's...a few lmao. I have a tendency to read fics that horrify me for fun, and since we're on the webbed site that likes to judge people for using the Dead Dove tag, or any of the main Archive Warning tags, I'd rather not put those fics on blast. But I have read some truly brilliantly written and fucked up fics from the Fantastic Beasts fandom, that's all I'll say.

I’m coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?:

Japanese curry with chicken! That or Fettucine Alfredo. I like to overstuff my guests with food and those are my two go to meals for company!

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?:

Lions! I love kangaroos too, but my love for cats, especially big cats, prevails.

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?:

Uhhhh....almost all of them??? jkjkjk

In all seriousness though, I think my big ones I can think of are Shigaraki and Dabi from BNHA. Are they both awful, ruthless people who only want to cause pain and suffering to all who have hurt them? Yes. Do I want them to keep causing even more pain and suffering, even to my favorite hero characters, as a treat? Also yes.

I hate to caveat that in no way do I think any of of their actions are justified and that the villains should win and then the world would be a better place yada yada yada but well. Woobifying villains is a thing and also why I stay out of the fandom because I cannot stand my faves being defanged like that. Let my faves be horrible people aoijdosijad.

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?:

Either the "Mexican Asian" (I'm Filipino-American, and sadly this is a thing I was called a lot lmao) or "The Hugger." I know a shit ton of people judged me a bit in school for being a hugger because...idk, people thought hugs were weird lmao. But joke's on them, I still enjoy hugs and Mr. Seiya hugs me all the time!

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?:

Uhhhhhh considering no one really dies in Pokemon...I'd be fine lmao.

In Sandman???? Also would probably be fine since I'm based in the States and also many many miles away from the Corinthian's hunting grounds 🤣

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?:

Only the name :(

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?:

Yes and no. I do feel bad the foundation of her story was be a woman killed for the glory of a man. And then to be remembered only as a horror, a monster to scare people with.

The modern interpretation of her story is absolutely fascinating to me and while it is still a tragic story, I absolutely love what she's come to represent. I love that her story has been rewritten to be a story of survival, of perseverance, of power even.

Which song makes you think of your OTP?:

Ooooooh there's so many! And of course now that I'm being put on the spot I can't think of any 🤣🤣

Starlight by Muse is definitely a Dreamling song to me, so much so that I wrote a fic with the lyrics in the title, so I'm going to roll with that one!

Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?:

Oh lord, honestly any Taylor Swift song will do this to me lmao. Lately, I've been drifting back to Would've, Could've, Should've, so we're going to go with that one!

No pressure tagging: @tj-dragonblade @bazzybelle @verminetroglodyte @tryan-a-bex @4typercent and anyone else who wants to play!

#seiya gets tagged #this was fun!

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misteria247 · 1 year

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Something that popped in my head today and now I'm gonna share it wooooo-

Splints had heard of his counterpart's untimely demise. Had seen the photos of the alternate version of himself that hung around the older turtles home. It was a fact that he couldn't ignore, especially when he would see how the older alternates of his sons would give him those brief looks. But there was something fundamentally different from knowing something and actually seeing the proof of said knowledge.

Seeing it in person just made it so much more real than being told it.

Splints, Draxum, April, Cassandra and his sons had been invited to accompany their counterparts to this world's April's farmhouse. A chance to enjoy the coming of spring and soak in nature and sunshine without the fear of possibly being seen. The rat and his family agreed to join them, wanting to enjoy spring in all of its glory. So with the help of Donatello's Shellraiser and Casey's van, the group had left the city in the cover of night and made the journey towards the O'Neil farmhouse. It had been a long drive and by the time they'd gotten to their destination the sun was starting to raise. As soon as the vehicle was parked Splints was already scurrying out to be outside. Cassandra, Mikey, and Raphael weren't too far behind him, followed by April, Donnie, Draxum and Donatello who was the driver. In the van ahead of them, the older April hopped out of the passenger side, while Casey got out of the driver's side. The back of the van opened up, letting out Michelangelo and Leo who both seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief at finally being out. Raph was the next to come out, the large snapper turning slightly back towards the inside of the van to offer a hand. The last occupant, Leonardo somewhat stumbled out of the back, his knee giving him a bit of trouble as he awkwardly grabbed Raph's arm to steady himself a bit. The sounds of the door opening at the large old house sounded out and the red head was quick to go running towards it, nearly tackling the older red headed man. Kirby O'Neil hugged his daughter tightly before greeting his guests and helping them inside. Once they were all settled it was no surprise that everyone had either clocked out or had went towards the kitchen to get some of the breakfast that the older O'Neil had begun putting out.

As the teenagers began to preoccupy themselves and Draxum had went to the couch and proceeded to pass out, Splints decided to go outside. It wasn't often that the older rat was able to get fresh air and sunshine and he wanted to see the sun rise before going to take a nap on the armchair in the house. The short rat quietly snuck out the door, and went down the porch to step out into the yard. Splints took a deep breath in, the sweet scent of mildew and fresh air filling his nose and lungs. His ears and tail flickered in contentment, loving the early morning that he was experiencing. As he made his way into the vast yard, taking in the chickens and the large barn he caught sight of the large tree that sat a little bit further away from the house.

'A perfect place to view the sun rise.'

He mused already changing his direction to head towards the tree. As Splints drew closer to it, the sun's rays began to stretch and light up the countryside. The clouds were against pale skies of pink, orange and blue, the sounds of the birds and animals filling the air. It was during this time as the sun finally began to touch the tree's roots and trunk that Splints finally noticed it. Squinting a bit to see it better, the older rat drew closer to it and began to realize what was sitting at the base of the tree.

It was a grave.

Splints stopped short of a few footsteps from the grave, noting the flowers that had began to grow. Sitting amongst the blossoms was a well tended to photo, a familiar kind yet wise face staring back at him. The rat sensei stared at the grave, the grave of his counterpart of this world. It was surreal seeing the physical evidence of Splinter's death, than being told it. Splints settled himself down onto his knees in front of the grave, closing his eyes and paying his respects to the other rat sensei. Once he was done he stared at the grave once more, letting the silence and gentle breeze overtake him for a moment.

"Hamato Yoshi, I have heard great things about you from your sons."

The short rodent spoke, his voice soft and gentle. Golden yellow hues took in the photo.

"I wish that we could have met under better circumstances. It would have been an honor to meet the man behind the boys who helped mine."

Looking down at his hands Splints began to think about his sons. He thought of Raph, his large but gentle eldest. He thought of Leo, his charismatic and selfless middle child, followed by his twin. He thought of Donnie, his brilliant yet kind hearted one. He thought of Mikey, his chipper and sensitive youngest. He thought of them, of the moment of when he'd first met them to the decades they spent together. His sons who were once no bigger than the size of his hand, who were now near grown men in their own right. Splints thought of them, of the four whom he loved most in the world and then he thought of the older turtles.

He thought of Leonardo, who was wise and kind to his loved ones. Always offering a helping hand to not only his clan, but to Splints' own as well. He thought of Raphael, who was short tempered and who loved so fiercely that he was willing to defend his own. He thought of Donatello, who was a genius and yet kindhearted to the point that he gave it away to his loved ones freely. He thought of Michelangelo who was cheerful and knowing exactly what his family needed. These four boys who helped his sons with zero hesitation, who protected them when Splints hadn't been able too when they'd been separated. These four boys who much like his own, had been loved dearly. These four boys who in the end had ended up losing their father.

Splints knew how it felt, how it felt to lose a parent to the Shredder. He himself had lost his mother when he'd been young, just a child who had still needed her. Splints knew it better than anyone how painful it was, how the wounds never truly healed. And as a father himself, he couldn't imagine his children going through the same thing that he had. Couldn't imagine being torn away from them the way the older ones had, had happen to them. He had heard of spiritual abilities in this world, how similar they were in mystics yet how vastly different as well. Was the Splinter of this world able to come to the living world like Splints' ancestors could? Did he wander, waiting to hear about his sons? Did anyone keep him updated on how they were doing? Questions with no answers filled his mind, and it was then that he decided that he would let Splinter know how his sons were doing. Being a Splinter himself, Splints knew that he would want to know how his sons were doing. Even from beyond the grave.

And so he did.

He told the deceased ninjutsu master everything. From the adventures they'd been on, to how they had helped his sons and sheltered them, to how his sons had grown to admire the older boys and see them as family. Splints told him everything, every little detail, every single moment that he had witnessed and noticed from his time spent around Splinter's sons. The short ninjutsu master was at that grave for a long time, the sun rise now having turned into morning.

"You have done well in raising your boys, Master Splinter. From what I'd seen from them and what I'd been told about you, your boys are a lot like you. There's a special kind of love that they have been given by you and they give it back freely to those around them. I can tell that you loved your sons dearly, just as I love mine. There's a saying that my clan have. Anata wa hitori ja nai, you are never alone. And I'll make sure that your sons, that your clan will never be alone. I know that if the roles were reversed that you would be there for my sons, my clan as well. We may have never met, but it's more than clear that we would do anything for our sons. No matter where they come from."

Splints said softly. He didn't know how he knew this, but deep down he knew that Splinter would have done the same thing that he was doing. That if Splints hadn't made it, then Splinter would have been there to offer a hand to the younger turtles. Because no matter the universe, no matter the time or place, their sons would always be their pride and joy.

"You can rest easily now my friend. Your boys won't be alone. I will make sure of it."

The rodent swore to the silent grave. He knew that in reality the older teens didn't need someone looking after them, knew that they were plenty of capable of taking care of themselves. However Splints would still be there for as long as he was able to be, for both his children in his world and in this world. Splints was interrupted by the sound of his youngest son's voice calling out for him. Splints with a bit of effort picked himself up off of the ground, dusting his robes off before calling back to let Mikey know that he was coming. As the short ninjutsu master made his way back towards his family, a tall ghostly figure appeared next to the tree. His maroon red robes swayed in the morning breeze, a grateful gaze directed towards the retreating back of the his counterpart. A voice, deep but quiet getting lost in the wind and rustling of the tree's branches and leaves.

"Thank you, Hamato Yoshi."

In the next rustling breeze the figure was gone with the wind, leaving behind a grave and its blooming flowers to soak in the warm spring sunshine.

*This probably sucks I'm so sorry but I've just had this thought running around in my head for quite sometime. Seeing as how in Universal Collision, Splints and Splinter can't exactly meet in person so this is the next best thing. This is also probably extremely ooc and I apologize in advance for this I'm a bit rusty in the characterizations of our favorite rat dads lol. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope y'all enjoyed it!!!*

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A Most Dangerous Magick

Summary: Deep in the woods, the villagers say a forest witch dwells in her hut, alone, tending to her garden. They say she’s mad, that the bones of children hang from her ceiling and that people who enter the woods and stray from the path never leave.

When Elain Sees a nefarious visitor is on their way to her forest cottage, she decides to entertain her guest for an evening they both will never forget.

I was inspired by this post by @bittermuire, saying that Elain should have been creepier in canon. I wholeheartedly agree. I took it a few (a lot) steps further and made her a violent, bloodthirsty, unsettling forest witch, because, at the end of the day, Elain deserves it.

Rating: Mature/Explicit. Violence, animal death, bodily harm, body mutilation, smut. This might not be everyone's cup of tea but if you're in the mood for unhinged Elain, read on.

Word Count: 10K

Read on AO3. There are research notes at the bottom of the AO3 link, if anyone is interested.

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Elain could feel change in the air like a punch to her gut.

It came on suddenly: the sensation lit across her fingertips like little shocks of static and settled on her arms like an unnervingly thick coating of dust. It filled her lungs like smoke from a forest fire and its bloody metallic tang hung in the back of her throat and coated her tongue.

It disappeared just as quickly as it had come on, leaving her slightly disoriented and gasping for breath. She spat on the ground - bloody. Elain frowned slightly. Yes, change was coming, and soon, though she chose to keep optimistic until she could divine more of the situation.

She hurried through the forest towards her house. Her dinner - a rabbit, neck broken - hung from the ratty belt around her waist. Her feet were bare and covered in dirt; a few twigs were tangled in her long brown hair. Her dress was filled with rips and stains, the hem nothing more than a tangle of threads.

“How interesting,” she mused aloud. “It’s been… decades, I think, since something has happened here. Not since that silly little human marched here with his fancy horse and iron weapons to try to take the woods away from me.” She looked down at the dead rabbit hanging from her belt, its body bouncing against her leg as she walked. “What do you think, Mrs. Rabbit? Is someone coming? Or perhaps a storm or drought?”

The rabbit did not deign to give a response.

Elain tsked. “Well you’re not a very good conversationalist.”

She was close to her home - she could feel her magic traveling through the earth under her feet. The trees around her reacted to her presence, dragging their leaves and branches across her body as she passed. They whispered their tantalizing secrets they had plucked from the air to tempt her to stay. She closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the feel of them around her but sadly called out, “I really must hurry home.”

The forest groaned its lament but obliged. The trees picked up their roots and moved, revealing a small clearing ahead. She waded through the knee length grass towards her cottage, smoke billowing from the chimney. Her goats and chickens were in their pens, pawing and pecking at the ground, and her lone cow stared balefully at Elain as she passed, a large wad of grass sticking out from her mouth.

She threw open the door to her hut and tossed the dead rabbit on the table. A large tabby cat sat on top of her shelves, glaring at her as she entered.

“Hello Gray,” Elain chirped. The cat arched its back and hissed at her, its hackles raised. Elain ignored the cat’s frosty response. “Where are The Ravens? Have they dropped by while I was gone?”

The cat only growled. His memories were apparently sharp today.

As she did whenever she entered her home, Elain moved to the altar dedicated to Mother and added her new offerings she had collected while she had been out. She lovingly caressed the bit of bone and hair that had once been a part of Mother’s body that now blessed and protected her home before moving away.

She unlocked her corner cabinet and pulled out her grimoire, the cover cracked and slightly peeling. Elain frowned - she would need to capture another child to repair her book’s damaged skin. Gently she flipped the book to the ‘Prophet and Premonitions’ section and began reading.

Different spells required different ingredients, with the most powerful spells in her book demanding personal sacrifice as well. She didn’t really feel like offering anything of herself at the moment - the fingernails on her left hand were still growing back after she had ripped them out to ensure her chickens laid enough eggs so she could make her prized lemon bars- so she decided on a basic precognition spell.

This particular spell was rather simple with its three requirements: something from the earth, something from the sky, and something vital to life. The first two were easy - she plucked a bunch of henbane from her extensive herb garden and rooted around in her cabinets for the preserved sparrow entrails she kept on hand - but the third had some leeway.

‘Something vital to life.’ This was up to the discretion of the spell caster. Most people used an object that made their own life worth living - a bottle of their favorite liquor, their most prized book if they were a great reader, or perhaps their favorite food.

Elain tended to be more literal with her interpretation. Walking out to her chicken pen she surveyed the animals. She needed to keep her sole rooster and most of her chickens were on the younger side.

She sighed. “Sorry Nan,” she apologized, stepping over the fence and plucking her oldest chicken up. Nan squawked indignantly and tried to flap out of Elain’s arms.

“It’s alright,” she cooed in Nan’s ear, stroking the soft downy feathers of her head. A firm hand on the chicken’s body, another on the head and Elain snapped the chicken’s neck in one smooth, practiced motion.

Back inside her house, she set the dead chicken on the table next to the rabbit and hauled a bucketful of her Cauldron blessed soil to the wood floors and scattered it in an even layer on the ground. Crouching down, she began tracing the image of a Daisy Wheel in the blessed soil on the ground: a large flower with six thin, oblong petals evenly spaced apart, all contained within a large circle.

She laid her ingredients in the center of the Daisy Wheel then dug her teeth into the soft chicken’s body, covering the spell components in a thick layer of blood. The blood seeped into the grooves she had drawn. Elain plucked a few feathers from her mouth and daintily wiped the chicken’s blood running down her mouth and neck away on a stray kitchen cloth.

Elain knelt on the ground and took a deep breath. One had to go about witchcraft with a clear mind, lest one's thoughts and emotions muddle the results. She let her body relax, her muscles and bones becoming soft and pliant like the dead animal bodies littering her home. Her eyes drifted closed.

“One two three, one two three,” she muttered to herself in a sing-song voice. “Oh Mother dear, what will you reveal to me?”

Nothing. Elain waited for several moments, still as a stone. She opened one eye, looking around her expectantly for something to happen. A breeze drifted through her open door, wafting around her head, carrying the faint, cruel sound of mocking laughter.

Elain huffed like a petulant child - Mother did always demand more from her daughters. She angrily tore at the flesh of her palm. Her blood sprayed out onto the floor, mixing with the soil and offerings she had laid out.

The effect was instantaneous. A happy sigh on the breeze, then, like her blood on the ground was a living thing with a mind of its own, it raced through the grooves of the Daisy Wheel, coating each petal before zooming around the outer circle to complete its bloody mission.

When her ichor completed its route around the symbol, it began beating and pulsing like the heart of an ancient slumbering beast taking its first breath of fresh air after a thousand year hibernation. It shuddered and quaked, sending small vibrations through the ground, before small tendrils of blood began branching out from the daisy wheel.

Elain sat, transfixed, as the blood snaked its way through the dirt and began forming an image of its own: a snout, two pointed ears, four legs supporting a small body, a long bushy tail. It was an obscene two-dimensional masterpiece. Finally the blood finished its painting. All was still as she studied the drawing in front of her.

A fox? Elain hummed thoughtfully to herself. All of the predators in the woods knew to stay as far away from her clearing as possible, guided by a deep rooted instinct that they most likely didn’t fully grasp. A simple fox couldn’t do any harm to her or the woods.

But what did foxes represent? Cleverness, cunning and mischief. Elain swiped a finger through the bloody fox and brought it to her lips. Images like lightning came to her in flashes: a lone figure in a deep green cloak walking through the woods; a handaxe, gleaming, attached to a hip; a sheath of long, red hair; a large golden brown hand squeezing her hip -

Elain found herself on her back, eyes closed, a heavy weight on her chest. She wasn’t sure how much time passed. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to see Gray sitting on her collarbones, one clawed paw extended towards her throat, his eyes narrowed in anger at his plans being thwarted.

“Oh hello silly,” Elain said weakly, reaching up to scratch his ears. A growl - too deep for a cat - rumbled in his chest before he slunk off under a cabinet, his yellow eyes the only thing visible.

Elain let out a deep breath, still laying flat on the floor. Change was coming, in the form of someone out to deceive her. Did they want to hurt her or the woods? She would never let that happen - the only way she would ever be separated from the woods was if her head were no longer attached to her body and plenty of people had tried and failed over the years.

There were only two reasons anyone came to her remote dwelling: the first was if a wayside witch or warlock came to trade stories or materials or spend the night; the second was a mortal arriving to kill the bloodthirsty witch rumored to live in the forest. She didn’t get the sense that this person was magical - her territorial instincts would have been set off much sooner if a fellow witch was near. No, whoever was coming was definitely mortal.

All this meant was that she was getting a visitor.

Elain sat up and clapped her hands together, beaming. “Well ladies!” she said brightly, addressing the dead chicken and rabbit around her. “It looks like we’ll have a guest sometime soon - time to make the home presentable!”

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Hosting an impromptu dinner party for a yet to be seen guest was not a skill Elain could say she was blessed with. She had already spent hours cleaning up her cozy and charming home and had to admit that anyone other than a fellow witch would be horrified at what they saw.

Her altar to Mother was covered in dried blood and offerings; her apothecary filled with jars clearly labeled with all manner of poisons that would kill a human in seconds; a collection of bones, animals and human, children and adults, hung from the ceiling in the corner; and her fireplace was embarrassingly sooty and grimy.

Elain bit her lip. Cleaning all this was a daunting task and she wasn’t sure how much time she had until her visitor arrived - the sun outside was beginning its journey towards the tops of the trees and it would be dark soon. She could cast a glamor but the magic required to transform her entire house for an extended period of time would take a significant sacrifice. Slave away to clean and put away her private items, or glamor her house to make it look like a normal human house?

She had balked earlier today at the thought of giving any more of herself than needed to perform some basic Seer work and here she was, debating on sacrificing a not insignificant part of her body to hide her home and transform it into something human-like. Heaving a great sigh, she consulted her grimoire. More skin flaked off the cover. She thumbed through the pages as she went, ignoring spells allowing for someone to read other’s minds (too intrusive for Elain’s sensibilities), granting someone giant bat wings (cumbersome, how would they put shirts on?), and a potion granting the ability to change into a great beast (something to keep in the back of her mind, she thought appreciatively, if a man ever dropped by). Finally she found the glamor spell, written in old spidery handwriting.

She bit her lip and groaned - she had never cast a glamor and didn’t realize the cost: a long list of herbs, various potion ingredients, an essence of the space being glamored and a sacrifice from the bearer.

There was a sudden flapping at her window. Elain looked over to see The Ravens pecking at the window, begging to be let in. She opened the window and they hopped in, yammering at the tops of their voices.

“A stranger! A stranger approaches!”

“Deceit crowns him like the flames around his head!”

“Yes, yes, I know this already,” she snapped, her head beginning to throb. “It would have been nice if you two would have shown up earlier!” Gray hissed at her tone of voice and Elain hissed back.

Elain threw her head back and groaned. Why did she even care who this person was or what they wanted? She could rip them to shreds as soon as they crossed the threshold of her clearing, dead before their body hit the ground.

“Kill him and be done with it!” A Raven cried. Something soft twined itself around her ankles and she looked down to see Gray sitting dolefully at her feet, his prior memories gone for the moment.

Because your familiars don’t talk back the way a human would, a taunting voice whispered in her ear. It was true. Elain was terribly lonely, having no one but The Ravens and Gray to talk to, and they never talked back - not in any meaningful way. She was so desperate for any type of interaction with something that didn’t either squawk or hiss at her, that she was willing to harm her body to give the appearance of normalcy so this stranger would spend time with her before trying to kill her, based on the handaxe they carried.

Despite the threat of violence that hung at her doorstep, Elain couldn’t help but feel a small sense of elation that someone was coming to visit her. If she could perhaps persuade or trick them into thinking she was somewhat normal and not a witch, they might even stay for a while and have a chat. She could make a normal human meal and talk about… What did humans talk about? The weather? Their occupations? Regardless, she would find out when her visitor arrived.

It seemed her decision was made. Taking another look at her grimoire, she began gathering the needed ingredients: pressed chamomile flowers, fresh sage, vervain, foxglove, a sprinkling of dried meadowsweet, nightshade, dandelion leaf, lemon balm, hibiscus and finally freshly plucked rose petals. She had nicked her fingers on the rose thorns as she collected the rose petals and cursed the plant, thinking that she should enchant her garden gloves to protect herself.

She placed the plants in her large mortar and consulted her ingredients cabinet. She began pulling the rest of the potion ingredients and adding them to the mortar as well: an owl wing, a mummified finger bone from a fellow witch who had died several centuries ago, a bit of a tongue from a man sentenced to hang for thieving, and her last vial of virgin’s tears.

(Adding the virgin’s tears to the mortar brought up fond memories of the sniffling man she had killed to obtain said tears. Elain smiled softly to herself as she remembered collecting the tears from the dark haired man beneath her, after he had foolishly tried to seduce her by gifting her a glittering necklace. She had cut his throat with the glass charm and then wrung him dry.)

“Ravens,” she called to the twin birds, “could you bring the Cauldron blessed soil over here?”

Ever the dutiful servants, the birds glided down to the large pail full of soil and flew it over to her workstation, setting it next to the mortar. She scratched them behind the ears before shooing them away.

This next part was perhaps the most difficult: an essence of her space being glamored. She glanced around her home. It was small but it had everything she needed: a small kitchen space, a cozy armchair by her fireplace, cabinets and nooks and crannies to store all her ingredients, books and knick-knacks, even a separate bedroom off to the side of her altar.

The altar. Of course. It was the only area in her entire home that defined her space, as it was Mother’s relics - her bit of bone and hair - that had literally brought the cottage into existence.

Nearly a century ago, after Elain spent months wandering woods and swamps and glens, she had taken a rest in this empty meadow with her few meager belongings: some clothes, her grimoire, and those physical bits of Mother that connected Elain to her ancestor and the original witch. When she awoke, she found herself on the ground in front of the entranceway of a small cottage. The only thing inside the empty cottage was a clean altar, Mother’s bone and hair placed neatly front and center.

Mother’s relics were sacred and nearly impossible to come by now - for Elain to have two spoke of how highly Mother favored her, and why she pushed Elain to give more of herself than other witches. But could Elain sacrifice even a bit of these precious objects, items with which she derived her power and gave her everything she had and made her who she was? For a chance to have a normal conversation, to relieve this unending loneliness she experienced day in and day out?

She took her knife and began shaving a bit of Mother’s bone away. Yes, she would definitely give a bit of Mother in exchange for a normal house for her visitor.

The bone shards fell into the mortar; black smoke wafted from the bone. She was almost done, just a sacrifice from herself. She knew it had to be significant. She had just given a bit of bone from Mother for the glamor - surely she would demand bone from Elain as well, or something similar.

She ground her teeth in frustration - and did it again. Teeth were similar enough to bone and the effort and pain that would go towards getting it out of her mouth would surely count towards her sacrifice as well. Besides, her tooth would eventually grow back.

Elain grabbed a pair of rusty pliers out of her ingredient cabinet and steeled herself. Not giving herself time to talk herself out of what needed to be done, she wrapped the tip of the pliers around a back molar and tugged with all of her weight.

A burst of white hot pain, some of the worst she had ever experienced, shot through her head. She gasped, choking on the blood that instantly filled her mouth and dripped down her throat and flooded over her lips. Elain stumbled, nearly falling to her knees and dropping everything that was in her hands. Whimpering and groaning, she blindly grabbed a kitchen towel and stuffed it in her mouth to try to staunch the flow of blood. She bit down gingerly with her back teeth and moaned at the excruciating pain that rocketed from her head all the way down to her feet.

She could fairly hear The Ravens squawking in concern around her, the slight breeze from their wings beating near her head wafting her hair away from her heated face.

“Up, up, up!” one screeched, while another alighted to her side with a shiny red button in its mouth. It set it down on the ground and hopped back, looking at her expectantly.

“Oh thank you,” Elain gritted out through the blood and towel. “What a nice gift.”

Taking a closer look at what The Raven had brought her, Elain saw that it wasn’t a red button but the tooth she had just yanked from her mouth. Reaching forward with a shaking hand, Elain grasped the slippery tooth and pushed herself up on colt-weak legs. She stared at the tooth in her hand. Bloody nerves and blood vessels dangled from the pale roots obscenely like a second pair of legs.

Elain struggled to stand and threw it in the mortar without a second glance. The pain was nearly blinding and she wiped the sleeve of her dress over her eyes to collect the few tears that were threatening to run down her face. She reached over to grab the pestle and began pounding and grinding the ingredients into a thick paste.

She could feel the magic growing and forming as she continued working the mixture into a more coherent paste. Some of it traveled through the arm working the pestle and moved to her mouth, settling in the empty tooth socket and filling the void where her molar was just a few moments before, leaving a sharp zing in her mouth in addition to the throbbing ache in her jaw. Other traces of the magic traveled through her torso into her limbs, stretching all the way down to her toes, through the skin and seeping into her bones and marrow.

Finally the glamor paste was mixed and done; it had turned an oily black color, thick and sticky like molasses. Pure, raw power thrummed through her veins. This was what being a witch was all about, what made every sacrifice and day of loneliness worth it. The access to so much strength and potential made Elain feel drunk with giddiness and excitement and she realized belatedly the muffled, choking guffaws were coming from her own mouth.

The energy running through her veins was masking the pain in her mouth. Removing the bloody towel and replacing it with a clean cloth, she quickly consulted her grimoire for what she needed to do with the glamor paste. The paste needed to be spread around every opening of the space being glamored. She only had one window and the front door, so it didn’t take her long to spread the mixture around the frames with trembling hands, making sure the paste formed complete borders with no gaps.

Almost there. All she needed was to imagine the space she wanted and the glamor would take effect, and not too soon. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and the back of her neck with sweat, she could taste and smell nothing but the thick, metallic tang of her blood in her mouth and her legs felt like they were going to collapse under her at any moment. Turning and gripping the sides of her altar so hard her knuckles turned white, Elain thought of her cozy home free of anything that mortals might think odd and unseemingly. Gone were the bones dangling like a grotesque weeping willow in the corner; gone were her apothecary jars filled with poisons and items no one but witches would possess; gone, too, were the suspicious rectangular holes and mounds of all sizes behind her house, temporarily hidden from sight. Gone was her blood consecrated altar to Mother. The process of temporarily glamoring it felt like an act of betrayal to her very core.

Elain opened her eyes. If she hadn’t been intimately familiar with every inch of her house, she would not have believed she still stood in her abode. Her bone collection had been transformed into dried stalks of corn. The apothecary cabinet had been filled with a series of glass jars holding cooking herbs. The altar was now a basic three drawer bureau and her grimoire was disguised as a cook book.

Her fireplace was clean, and a bubbling pot of chicken and rabbit stew was placed over the hot coals. A fresh loaf of steaming bread was on the clean kitchen table, already set for two with what appeared to be a bottle of wine set in the center. The floor was swept and a clean rug was in the entryway and a coat rack - with a coat and scarf she had never seen before - delicately hanging on a hook.

Elain sucked in a breath, looking around her in awe before registering the lack of pain in her mouth. Her tongue darted to the corner of her mouth where her missing back molar was. The tooth was still gone, the space empty in her gums, but it was no longer bleeding. She touched her mouth, face and hair, startling at the feel of suddenly soft locks framing her face. Racing to the small mirror she kept in her bedroom, Elain lifted it up to look at herself.

All traces of blood, grime and dirt had been cleared from her face. Her dark brown hair, impossibly shiny and fluffy, hung around her round face in long, delicate waves. Her lips were parted in shock, her cheeks tinted with the light pink blush. Her large brown doe eyes were framed with long, dark eyelashes.

Even her outfit had been glamored. Her dirty, rough dress she had been wearing was replaced with a pale pink dress with long sleeves, a buttoned bodice and a cinched waist that flared out to a pleated skirt. A white apron was tied around her waist.

She had never seen herself look so… different. She no longer looked like a forest witch who regularly communed with nature; she was otherworldly in her beauty, stunning enough to bring anyone under her spell just by her appearance alone.

Elain laughed in disbelief at everything around her. Mother went above and beyond what she had requested in her glamor.

There was a crash from the front room followed by screeching from The Ravens. She ran out to find them flying around the room near the ceiling, a broken butter crock on the ground.

“The Fox approaches! He aims to kill!”

“The Fireling is near!”

Gray was sitting on the altar-turned-bureau, hissing and swatting at The Ravens as they flew around.

“Yes, yes, I know they're near!” Elain shouted over the squawking of The Ravens. She moved Gray off of his perch as she tried to corral the birds towards their clean golden cage in the corner and picked up the broken butter crock and threw it in her waste can.

Elain took a deep breath. Besides her familiars running around like chickens with their heads cut off, everything was in order and ready. A mixture of excitement and nerves coursed through her veins. She felt drained from all the magic she had performed today but couldn't find herself regretting any of it. Soon, very soon, someone would be here, with her, in her house, hopefully talking and conversing with her like mortals do all the time. They would share a meal and some drink and she’d learn what was going on outside of the woods, what petty issues the humans concerned themselves with. It was terribly mundane but Elain had to pinch herself to keep from screaming.

And then this visitor would most likely try to kill her, but she could preemptively forgive that, as long as they behaved like a decent guest for a short time before they attempted to murder her.

Suddenly Elain could feel the change in the air and knew the visitor was here. Smoothing out her dress, she swung open her door to reveal a tall, hooded figure, one hand raised as if to knock on the door. Their green hood fully obscured their face but she could make out a few deep red strings of hair peeking out.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before the stranger lowered their hand.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” the stranger said in a deep voice that shocked Elain and sent a ripple of excitement through her body. “I’m a traveler who has gotten lost in the woods. Would I be able to shelter in your house for the night?”

Liar, Elain thought with a smile on her plump lips. “Oh of course,” she replied graciously, her smile never straying from her mouth. “All manner of beasts lurk in the woods at night - do come in.”

The man stepped inside and threw back his hood, revealing the most magnificent man - mortal or otherwise - Elain had ever seen. He had golden bronze skin, framed, like The Ravens had said, with flaming fire-like hair falling past his shoulder blades in a long, straight sheath. He wore a clean tunic over dark brown pants with knee high boots and though he most likely thought himself clever by trying to hide it, she could see the outline of his handaxe on his hip under his clothing.

“Would you like to hang your cloak by the door?” Elain asked.

Her visitor didn’t answer right away, taking a moment to study Elain and his surroundings and refusing to meet her gaze. “No thank you,” the man replied. “It’s rather cold outside and I’ll need it to warm up.”

Elain nodded and moved aside so she could close the door behind him. An awkward silence followed, with Elain staring at the stranger and the man staring anywhere but her, his eyes narrowed slightly. She realized she had no idea how to be a good host - must she insist he take off his cloak or shoes? - but thought offering some comfort would be a good start.

“I have stew,” she said cheerfully, moving towards the fireplace. “Wine as well, if you’d like.”

“What’s in the stew?” he asked sharply, still standing stiffly by the door like a caged animal.

“Uh, chicken and rabbit. I threw in some carrots and potatoes - ”

“I - yes,” he said, coming to stand next to the kitchen table, flexing his hands. His eyes finally darted up towards hers, looking slightly abashed and surprised. “I apologize for my tone. I was rather nervous that I would be lost in the woods for the night.”

Liar, liar, Elain thought viciously to herself, turning her back on the man to stir the stew as she smiled to herself. You knew exactly where you were going.

Ladling two bowls of the stew, she turned back to him with a pleasant smile on her face, batting her eyelashes over her large doe eyes at the man. “My name is Elain, by the way. Stew?”

It had the desired effect - the man almost dropped the bowl she handed him, stammering his thanks, before he placed the stew on the table and drew back a chair to sit.

Elain settled across the table from the man and opened the bottle of wine, pouring it into two glasses. It was a light golden color that sparkled in the firelight.

“Honey wine,” Elain said without thinking, a tone of surprise in her voice - her favorite. The stranger raised an eyebrow at her, as if she should know what she had put on the table. Rushing to cover her slip up, she said, “Made from honey from my bees.”

The man sniffed his drink before taking a sip. “I didn’t notice any beehives as I was walking to your house.”

“They’re around the back,” Elain improvised. “With how cold it is, they’re not producing anything at this time of year.”

She took a sip from her glass, enjoying the sweetness that flowed over her tongue. Seeing Elain drinking, the man also took a sip and began eating his stew.

Companionable, if a little awkward, silence followed. Elain couldn't help herself from sneaking glances up at the mystery man, who steadfastly ignored all further eye contact with her and focused instead on his food or trying to discreetly look at her house, no doubt looking for evidence of witchcraft. Doubt was marring his face, however. He had clearly come here expecting some wizened hag and her bloody ramshackled abode, not a clean young lady in a homey but isolated cottage.

She wasn’t sure how long the glamor would hold but prayed it would be long enough to get to know the man better.

“You know,” Elain started in a light teasing tone. “I’ve now invited you into the goodness of my home, and provided you with food and drink. I believe you owe me something in return.”

The man tensed in his seat; she noticed one of his hands leave the table. “Oh? What are you thinking?”

“Hmm.” Elain made a show of placing her chin in the palm of her hand, her fingers drumming along her cheek, her brows furrowed is if deep in thought. “Let’s start with your name. I’ve been calling you ‘Man’ and ‘Stranger’ in my head and that seems rather rude.”

The man relaxed. “My name is Lucien. Lucien Vanserra.”

Now it was Elain’s turn to narrow her eyes in thought. “Vanserra? Are you related to the local baron?”

“Aye,” Lucien answered, relaxing fully and grinning softly, confidently, as if he thought the power and prestige of his family could protect him from the horrors Elain was already picturing for him. “My reputation precedes me. The seventh son of the Baron. With six brothers ahead of me, I’ve had plenty of time over the years to travel the land, get to know the people here very well,” he smirked.

Elain could see the exact moment when Lucien no longer suspected her of being the gruesome witch the local villages gossiped about: his body loosened like jelly, his eyes stopped taking in his surroundings and his sultry gaze focused solely on her. The heat from the fire was nothing like the fire in Lucien’s eyes as he openly gazed at her and discarded his traveling cloak over the back of his chair.

She felt her inner witch awaken and stir with hunger, the need to tear, rip, kill rising, boiling her blood and causing it to sing in joy and exhilaration. Soon, she thought to herself. For the time being, at least, she was still a gracious host to her lordly visitor and would need to wait to pounce on her prey.

“And why was such an esteemed and noble gentleman like yourself wandering the woods this late at night, unarmed and alone?” Elain asked innocently, taking a sip of her wine. Her tongue peeked out from between her lips to gather at the liquid on her lips and she noted Lucien tracking the movement of her tongue like a hawk.

He drew in a stuttering breath. “I’m on my way to Alton to look to purchase a new riding coat. It’s an easy enough walk that I've done dozens of times so I didn’t bother bringing anyone with me. I got distracted and found myself off the trail, wandering the woods until I came across your little cottage.”

Liar, liar, liar. Whatever he said, Elain knew Lucien originally came here with all intents and purposes to harm her even if he no longer thought her a witch but she could barely stifle her feet from tapping the ground excitedly. Here she was, talking and eating with a handsome mortal who talked back in complete sentences, who answered her questions and no longer believed she was the fearsome witch everyone thought lived here. All it had taken were her precious ingredients, a bit of her most prized possession, a tooth pried from her mouth with her own hands and the most pain she had ever experienced in her life.

What an utterly delightful evening she was having.

Lucien smiled lazily at her like a cat that got the cream as he leaned back in his chair and finished his wine. “Now, what’s a beautiful young lady like yourself doing out here in this remote place? Does anyone live here with you?”

Elain blushed. No one had ever called her beautiful before. “I… ah… moved out here a short time ago. I’m originally from a small village down south but when my father died I had nowhere to go so I started making my way north. I heard of this abandoned house and that’s that,” Elain ended lamely.

Lucien hummed as he poured himself another glass. “And no other family?”

“Nope. No one but me.” Elain took a large mouthful of her stew to buy her more time and hopefully distract Lucien from asking any more questions.

She did have family but she hadn’t seen her two sisters in years. She had no idea where they were or what they were up to; knowing Nesta, death and destruction, and Feyre, hunting mortals for sport.

The light from the fire reflected off his russet eyes. “It must be lonely, being here all by yourself.”

Before she could answer, The Ravens started cawing from their cage. Lucien jumped, spilling some of the wine on his tunic.

“Oh, ignore them!” Elain called, rushing over to The Ravens and dragging a blanket to cover their cage. “Just some noisy birds -”

“Ah, so you don’t live here by yourself,” Lucien said conspiratorially, grinning at her. He walked over to the cage before Elain could cover them. They began screeching even louder as he approached, puffing their chests and flapping their wings at him.

“Stranger! Stranger!”

Lucien tilted his head and stared at the birds. “Fascinating,” he whispered. “I know ravens can sometimes imitate speech but it’s rare. Did you teach them this?”

“Oh no, they, uh, came with the house,” Elain laughed weakly, throwing the frayed blanket over their cage. Immediately the birds settled and quieted.

Elain was about to suggest they head back to the kitchen table when a small mass streaked by her and stopped at Lucien’s feet. Gray hissed at Lucien and butted his head against his ankle, herding Lucien away from the birds - and towards the front door.

That little bastard. Ignoring Lucien’s confused stutters, Elain picked up Gray and bundled him to her so he couldn’t claw and bite her. Gripping his body and neck tight, Elain hurried towards the bedroom. “Behave, or I’ll slit your throat,” she whispered in the cat’s ear. Gray growled and Elain tossed him in the bedroom before quickly shutting the door behind her.

Elain turned back to see Lucien staring at her. “An old forest cat,” she blurted out. “He’s rather resistant towards staying indoors.”

Lucien huffed a laugh. “You didn’t tell me you already had houseguests,” he teased, smirking at Elain with a heat and familiarity that far exceeded the short time they had spent together.

“Well, a couple of loud birds and an angry housecat don’t make the best guests,” she said, shrugging her shoulders and grinning back shyly. “I was hoping they’d all be on their best behavior.”

“And have you?” Lucien asked, sitting in her single cozy armchair. His voice had lowered an octave and he was staring at her with an intensity that rivaled the fire just a short distance away.

“Am I what?” Elain asked, walking to stand a few feet in front of Lucien, keeping her breath steady.

“Have you been on your best behavior for your esteemed guest?” His hand shot out to grasp her wrist and dragged her on top of him, her knees bracketing his hips. His warm lips placed small kisses on the inside of her wrist, moving up her forearm.

“It must be so lonely, being here all by yourself, with only some half-feral animals to keep you company,” he whispered, his voice low and deep. One hand kept her wrist steady in his grasp while the other trailed lazily up her body, along her outer thigh, a hip, then moving to her back and moving higher and higher up her body.

For as long as it had been since she last talked to someone, it had been even longer since she’d been intimate with another. She had had plenty of affairs with fellow witches and some warlocks over the years. Most recently a gorgeous blonde witch with the most beautiful red cape had spent the night in her bed and fucked Elain so thoroughly she had needed days to recover.

To say she was going through a dry spell was an understatement.

Elain took a shuddering breath, both to steady her nerves from his words and the feeling of his hand that had reached the back of her head and was now tangling in her hair, his fingers lightly massaging his scalp. She placed her hands on his shoulders and felt him flex his muscles. “It’s not that bad. I have my garden and my animals and my bees - “

“Oh, you lovely fawn,” Lucien whispered. “You wear your loneliness like a second skin, tighter than this dress you have on.”

She froze. That he had managed to get to the crux of her deepest shame so swiftly felt more damning towards her than any intelligence on his part. Had she been that obviously desperate? Should she have not been so inviting when she let him in and fed him? She had only wanted to be kind and welcoming to make him doubt, if only for a time, that she was a violent and bloody witch who could easily flay him alive.

Elain swallowed. “You must think yourself so clever to come to my home and attempt to make the measure of me based on knowing me for only a short amount of time.”

He chuckled. “Do you know what they call me? Lord of the Foxes, because I’m so smart and adept at reading people, figuring out what they want, what they desire.” The hand holding her wrist released her, his fingers weaving a delicate trail along the sensitive skin of her arm.

“Oh yes?” Elain said imperiously, trying desperately to wrest some control back into her hands. “And what is it that I want?”

Lucien smiled, all teeth and for a flash of a moment, Elain thought she had underestimated the man beneath her. “Me,” Lucien snarled, bringing her head down to his and claiming her lips in a brutal kiss.

A bolt of lightning must have struck the house and landed squarely on Elain. That was the only explanation she could think of when Lucien’s lips met hers and a zap of heat moved through her entire body. His lips were plump and slightly chapped and they moved effortlessly against her own. His one hand remained tangled in her hair, pulling softly, while his other hand moved to her chin so he could better direct her face over his. His tongue stroked against her closed lips, begging for entrance, for more, and she obliged, parting her lips with a gasp as she tasted the sweet wine on his lips.

He wasn’t entirely wrong, Elain thought dazedly. She did want him - just not the way he was perhaps thinking.

“Such a perfect flower you are, blooming for me so prettily,” he rasped against her jaw. His hands had dropped to her hips, squeezing the flesh there in his big hands. The honey wine had clearly given way to honeyed words, if his soft ramblings were anything to go by: she heard compliments - so beautiful, such perfect lips - and praise - yes, move your hips like that, you’re doing so well - and fevered confessions - I want nothing more than to hear you moan for me. His words sent a frisson of heat between her legs and Elain was helpless to do anything more than feebly clutch his shoulders and take whatever Lucien was willing to give.

His hands left her hips to move to her bodice and began slowly thumbing the buttons there. Elain was in no mood to be teased; she swatted his hands away and began unbuttoning the top of her dress herself, staring down at Lucien through heavy half-lidded eyelids.

The sides of her breasts were just visible after Elain had finished. Apparently no longer wanting to delay any longer, Lucien gripped her bodice and tugged, exposing her pert breasts to the warm air.

Lucien groaned at the sight of her breasts and immediately moved to cup the small swells in the palms of his hands. Elain gasped and shuddered, silently begging him to do more than just fondle her tits. He pressed between her shoulder blades towards him so she was forced down closer to him and his lips sucked a peaked nipple into his mouth.

“These tits are perfect,” Lucien groaned, sounding drunk off her body. Elain let him suck and caress and lick her breasts, feeling the rush of his fevered touches and words move through her body and end on her throbbing center. She wanted too many things at once - she wanted those clever lips of his elsewhere on her body, she wanted more confessions spoken into her skin like a sinner at church. Most of all, she wanted to see and feel more of the hard length she felt twitching against her covered center.

She settled on moving her hands to his luxurious hair and threading her fingers through the deceptively thick strands, giving a slight tug on his roots so he was forced to detach himself from her breasts and stare up at Elain, wild-eyed, lips swollen and glistening, his chest heaving.

She stared unblinkingly into his eyes, willing him to see and sense her desire for him - not just physical but emotionally, mentally. Damn him, but she wanted him more than she anticipated. She had only set up this farce of an evening as an excuse to temporarily fool the stranger beneath her to spend time with her, talk with her, before he undoubtedly went about his murderous plot. Now here she was, a writhing, panting mess in his arms and lap, letting him lick and fondle her to his - and her - heart’s content. She couldn’t get any more attached to this arrogant mortal than she already was.

Lucien stared right back at her, one of his hands drifting upwards to cup her cheek in his hand in the first bit of tenderness he’d shown all evening and she’d received in years. She melted into him like a newborn deer, turning her head slightly to kiss his palm. A spark ran through her lips at the contact with his warm flesh; based on the surprised gasp from Lucien, he felt that same spark as well.

A pause that lasted two, three heartbeats, then Elain tore into Lucien with a ferocity that surprised even her, and Lucien met her with a frenzy of his own.

His big hands rushed down her body and forcefully bunched up her dress so he had unguarded access to the heated flesh between her thighs. His fingers glided along her bare thighs towards her center and they gasped in unison at what he found.

“Oh, my darling fawn,” he groaned, lightly brushing a finger through the wetness between her thighs. “Do you always walk around bare, with nothing under your pretty dresses?”

Elain whimpered against his neck, too flushed with arousal to answer that yes, of course she never wore anything under her dress, why would she, when his cunning finger rubbed against her clit. Elain could feel the heat from Lucien’s eyes trained on her face the entire time he rubbed and caressed her folds, a satisfied smile gracing his lips whenever he found a particularly sensitive area.

Without warning, a single thick digit entered her pussy. Elain gasped at the sudden intrusion, shocked at how good a single finger could feel. She crashed her lips against his, clutching his upper arms for dear life and shifting her hips over his hand when another finger entered her slick channel, stretching out her sensitive walls and stilling inside her. Lucien nipped her chin and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Elain gave a shaky nod and Lucien began moving his fingers inside her at a leisurely pace.

It would be a shame that she’d have to kill him after this night.

As Lucien’s fingers picked up their pace inside her, his thumb slid up her folds to circle her clit in quick motions at the same tempo as his fingers. His clever fingers, so thick inside her, reached ridges and flesh her own fingers couldn't. Her hips were moving over his on their own volition, rocking onto his hand for more thrusting, more friction, more anything.

She was so close. A little more, a little more, she begged, not realizing she had spoken aloud until Lucien answered, “Yes, yes, anything -”

One last quick flick against the side of her clit and Elain was tumbling down an impossibly deep mountain, falling and falling, gasping her pleasure-filled moans for anyone to hear. Lucien worked her through her orgasm, his fingers steady inside her before she grabbed his wrist to stop his ministrations, the nerves in her pussy hypersensitive to any more stimulus.

No, Elain thought, as she came down from her high, Lucien’s smug grin highlighting his perfect face, why must she get rid of him? She bore him no ill will for his original plans, even if he hadn’t confessed as to why he originally came to her home. He was a handsome man that coincidentally also found her attractive and freely gave her pleasure. Why should he be separated from her?

A plan, half formed in her hazy post-orgasmic brain, was taking root. Why indeed should this exceptionally stunning man be reduced to spare parts around her house? She originally thought to strip his skin and bind her grimoire with it, pluck out his eyes and install them over her door to serve as an alarm system, cut his lovely hair and use it as thread to mend her pillowcase, or perhaps make a lovely decorative wreath with it.

Using his body and discarding it would be a waste when it was his charm, his cocksure grin, his breathy moans and whispered words that attracted Elain and made her mad with desire. She couldn’t stand to be parted from this man after tonight.

Reaching down to his breeches, she began fumbling with his ties with trembling, excited fingers, barely able to contain her glee. She pulled his hard cock out from his pants and wasted no time in wrapping her hand around his length and pumping her fist. He was harder than a rock and thick, covered in the same golden bronze skin as the rest of him. Small tufts of amber pubic hair peeked out around his cock and Elain was desperate to get him bare, to see how much hair crowned his length but she could be patient and wait another time.

There would be plenty of time for that later, after she had bound them together.

Elain continued moving her hand up and down his swollen cock, twisting her wrist at the fat, red tip and squeezing slightly. Lucien threw his back and screwed his eyes shut, his hands grasping his hips and thighs.

“Look at me,” Elain commanded. Lucien snapped to attention, transfixed as he watched Elain spit in her hand and continue moving her hand up and down his cock, squeezing his base as well as the sensitive tip.

“Fuck,” Lucien gasped. He grit his teeth and a vein popped out of his neck; Elain resisted the urge to bend down and bite and tear the vein out and slurp it down, instead leaning forward to nip at his lips. She bit just hard enough to draw blood and delighted in his moans as the taste of his heady, metallic blood filled her mouth.

“Gods I’m close,” he groaned against her lips. Elain doubled her efforts, her wrist and forearm beginning to ache but she dared not stop, needing to see Lucien combust at her hands.

“Come for me,” Elain whispered in his ear, tugging his earlobe between her teeth as her hand clutched the tip of his cock, “and I’ll show you even more of what I can do.”

With a strangled moan, his spend spurted over her hand and landed on his breeches and her dress. She kept moving her hand up and down his length as he climaxed, feeling his cock pulse and throb in her grip. He had made a thorough mess of her but she found she couldn’t be angry - not when she suddenly had everything she wanted.

Lucien lay boneless beneath her, his body twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm as the final drops of his come tribbled out of his softening cock. Lifting her come-covered hand to her lips, Elain took a tentative swipe over her fingers, then another when Lucien let out a wrecked groan at the sight of her licking his spend from her hand.

He grinned lazily at her. “How fortunate for both of us that I became lost in the woods this evening.” He was breathless, still recovering from his orgasm, his half lidded eyes taking in her flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance.

Elain leaned forward and brushed her lips against his before moving her lips to kiss along his jaw, one of her hands trailing down his body. “Well, we both know that’s not true, is it?”

Lucien froze beneath her. Her lips moved to his neck and she could feel his pulse beating wildly against the skin of his throat, could hear the rush of blood through his veins and arteries as his heart began beating a wild staccato in his body.

“Elain?“

“You were never lost. You entered the woods for one purpose: to kill the witch who lives here.” She leaned away from his body but kept herself on his lap. His eyes were wide with shock and a hint of fear. Only a small sliver of russet shown in his nearly black eyes.

“How - what -”

“You’ve been lying to me the moment you stepped through the threshold of my house,” she tsked. “Naughty boy. And once you decided I was no threat, merely a mortal woman, you decided to seduce me instead?”

Lucien stared at Elain with a mixture of blatant fear and rage roiling in his eyes. Neither moved for a second before his arms suddenly reached down to his side while his hips tried to buck her off of him. With preternatural speed and strength, Elain squeezed her thighs around his hips to prevent him from tossing her off him, while one of her hands shot out to wrap around his neck and squeezed.

“Looking for this?” From behind her back she pulled the handaxe that had been on his hip. She applied a bit more pressure to his neck, watching with delight as his face slowly turned more and more red. One of his hands flew to her wrist at his neck and the other reached towards the handaxe feebly. Elain chuckled. “Men really get far too relaxed with women after their cock’s get a little attention.”

Lucien’s eyes were becoming bloodshot as she strangled him, his face swelling and small, purple clusters of broken blood vessels appearing over his skin. He thrashed against her like a bucking bull, trying his hardest to escape.

Elain shushed him gently. “This will all be over soon,” she cooed. “Be still, just for a moment.”

Elain brought the handaxe down on the largest expanse of his available skin - his face. She only intended to skim his cheek but he jerked at the last moment and the sharp blade of the ax ran down the side of his face, too deep, over one of his precious eyes.

She threw the handaxe away after she had cut Lucien and removed her hand from his throat. Lucien screamed in pain as his hands went to his face to cover his bloody, mangled flesh and he threw his weight around to try to force Elain off of him.

She tried to pry his hands off his face but he refused to budge, moaning to himself through his pain. “Lucien, stop, I can make it better -”

“Get away!” he gasped, shaking with fear and blood loss, a whimpering mess. “Gods, please, just let me go!”

Elain sighed sadly. “I can’t do that. I told you I would show you even more of what I can do.”

Ignoring Lucien’s shuddering moans, Elain forced her hands against his bloody face, letting some of his blood mix with his come still on her hands. She licked at the mixture, her eyes slipping closed at how good Lucien tasted.

Cutting her palm with her nails, she let her own blood mix with Lucien’s fluids. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, clearing her mind of all the external forces around her. Steadying herself, she began chanting:

Seed of my enemy, wrought from my hand

Blood of my enemy, I command

Transform this man, bound to me

Into a beast, ne’er wild and free

Lucien’s eyes rolled back in his head as the spell took effect. Scrambling off his lap, Elain watched in breathless delight as his body seized and twitched, his blood seeping into the fabric of the chair around him. His body slumped in the chair and he gave one last heaving breath before his body went still and silent.

Elain smiled. Now all she had to do was wait.

XXX

Hours, then days, passed. Lucien’s form was curled in front of the fireplace, now as sooty and dingy as ever. The glamor had remarkable staying power - it had lifted only earlier that evening in waves and pieces until finally, her beloved cottage had returned to its normal appearance.

A soft whimper came from the bundled mass in front of the fire. Elain shot up from her chair and rushed to kneel next to Lucien, cooing softly and running a gentle hand down his body.

Russet eyes shot open in fear and alarm at the sight of her. He tried to back away from her but his body was weak after her spell.

“It’s alright,” she murmured softly. She gave him her nicest smile, showing her lovely sharpened teeth. “You’re fine. You’re safe with me.”

Lucien finally got ahold of his bearings and tried raising himself off the floor but was hampered with his extra limbs. Flailing about, he looked wildly at himself as best he could in his new body. No doubt he could make out the most impressive features: four slim, strong legs and a small body covered in an auburn pelt with a long, bushy tail. Lucien fumbled about and began barking, his fear palpable.

It was only fair that a man who thought himself as a Lord of Foxes would turn into such a lovely fox himself.

Elain waited patiently for Lucien to settle down. “Do you really think you’re the first person who’s tried to kill me?” She cocked her head at him. “Hardly. In fact, I've had plenty of practice turning violent men into my pets.”

A soft fluttering and then two light weights perched on her shoulders. Elain saw Lucien’s panicked eyes dart to The Ravens who had appeared.

“These two,” she said, motioning to the birds, “were the first. Sent by some of my father’s acquaintances after I murdered him and fled. Twins. For human men, they put up a decent fight. I was going to just kill them and throw them in the chicken coop but thought, two assassins who call themselves The Ravens may have their uses. They’ve been like this for so long they’ve completely forgotten they were ever humans and only answer to me.”

Lucien now appeared paralyzed with fright, too scared to do anything but stare between the two birds cuddling against Elain. His terror was palpable and was the most delicious thing Elain had ever tasted.

Some softness grazed Elain’s leg as Gray rubbed himself against her, purring loudly. She smiled and reached down to stroke him behind his ears.

“And this one,” she said fondly, “was the son of a local lord who thought himself a general, with his impressive horse and iron armor. He came with his men to kill me and take the forest from me.” Elain laughed but there was no humor in her voice. “He was before your time - maybe the people still talk of the missing lordling who entered the woods one day and never returned. He’s still resisting the change but it’s been nearly fifty years - soon he’ll have forgotten all about those pesky human memories and emotions.”

Lucien was making soft whining sounds, his ears flat to his head, his body trembling. He was looking around wildly like he might escape but Elain saw defeat cloud his eyes.

“But you’re different,” Elain said indulgently. “None of the others tried to get to know me, none of them told me I was beautiful and made me come on their fingers. I’ll admit, I was just going to kill you but thought how nice of an evening we had together and what a waste it would be if I never got to kiss those lips again. When I allow it, you’ll be able to change back into your human form temporarily - when I need someone to talk to, or when I want you to use those clever fingers on me again.”

She patted his head and felt a growl rumble in his chest. His lips were in a snarl, his canines gleaming in the firelight. He raised himself on his new four legs and puffed himself up to make himself appear larger than he was.

Elain sighed happily. He was adorable, and all hers.

“Welcome home, my clever little fox.”

#elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #witch!elain #human!lucien #debatable happy ending #elains having a good time tho #and thats really all that matters #my fic

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divineluckfuckoff · 1 year

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Xango wedding

As the guests arrived at the chapel, they could see Xander standing at the altar, nervously tapping his foot. Despite his nervous face, he hadn't fiddled at all qith the suit or his hair. His bangs had been moved to the side and held with two pins, the eyepatch still there. He wore a simple white shirt under a black blazer, a bright red tie neatly done around the collar of the shirt, black dress pants and, surprisingly, his characteristic boots. "Hey, Xander, do you want a glass of water?" Levi, one of the groomsmen (AND the person who picked up Xander's outfit), asked, worried. The redhead shook his head.

"N-No, I'm fine, I promise!" he gave the brunet a nervous smile.

"Horseshit, you look like me when I'm about to race." Ace deadpanned.

"Ace-"

"What?? It's true!" Ace huffed "Listen, Xander. Togo's not gonna fucking bail on you. The fact that we have to tell you this is fucking blowing my mind." the jockey sighed.

"I-It's not that! I'm just..." his eye trailed off to a brown haired person staring daggers into him. Levi and Ace looked at them, one sweatdropping and the other paling.

"Holy shit why did you piss of Haruka so much???" Ace whispered, clinging onto Levi.

"That's a natural instinct for siblings, Ace. Be protective of their loved ones." the personal stylist mused as he pet Ace's back.

"Nervous, pirate?" the familiar voice of Alastor, the demon closest to Togo and her right hand, was heard as the trio saw him float over to them.

"Ah, maybe..." Xander chuckled "With Haruka staring daggers to me..." Alastor looked at the brunet.

"I'll try to talk to them about that. Togi's almost here, by the way." he informed before disappearing and reappearing in front of Haruka. Xander tensed, even more nervous.

"Hey, don't chicken out now." Ace deadpanned.

"I-I'm not going to! Leaving her at the altar... that's cruel!" Xander argued back.

"Right... But just remember that-"

The doors opened, interrupting Levi. Turning to it, the three saw the flower girls, Rebecca, Eden and Iroha, scattering petals around. Ace and Levi quickly stepped away, going back to their places when the bride came in. Xander felt his heart stop for a moment.

Togo looked absolutely beautiful. Her hair had been curled up, half of it in a bun, her bangs being held by two pins. She wore a poofy, ballgown wedding dress, her top decorated by roses imprinted on it, with short white gloves on her hands and a necklace that was given to him by her mom. Her dad was walking her down the aisle. When they reached the altar, her dad let go of her arm, softly kissing her forehead and giving her a thumbs up. She nodded, walking next to Xander. She turned to him, a smile on her face.

They both tuned out most of the speech until it was time to do the vows.

"Togo, when we first met, I thought you were a charismatic, smart and cool person. You always knew how to solve problems and you were always so calm during panicky situations... I often wondered how you did it. That's something I really love about you. How you never falter.

I promise to never ever hurt you, and to always support your choices. Whether it be what you want to do in the future or if you want ice cream at 1 AM." Togo stiffened a laugh at that, some guests laughing at that. The novelist just smiled at that.

"Xander, I used to think that when I landed my eyes on you, it was by pure coincidence. That meeting you in one of my talks about my novels was just another part of my job as a novelist. But now... I totally admit I was wrong. I have no regrets in ever meeting you, my love. My life, so dull and colourless, was slowly being filled with joy and life. And that's the thing I love the most about you. How you are always able to brighten the room you're in with your energy.

My promise to you, is to always show you how much I love you. To share with you my unconditional love for you, and to never once look back and regret any moment I've spend with you." Xander was almost at tears by that. He wanted to pick up Togo and hug her right now, but it wasn't the time to do so.

"Do you, Alexander Matthews, take Togo Togawara to be your wife, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor her, to love her faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with her this day?"

"I do." Xander answered, gently holding Togo's hands.

Do you, Togo Togawara, take Alexander Matthews to be your husband, to cherish in friendship and love today, tomorrow and for as long as the two of you live, to trust and honor him, to love him faithfully, through the best and the worst, whatever may come, and if you should ever doubt, to remember your love for each other and the reason why you came together with him this day?"

"I do." Togo said.

"You may now kiss-" Xander interrupted Kinji by picking up Togo and kissing her, spinning a bit. The novelist giggled, resting her hands on the redhead's shoulders while kissing back. The chapel erupted into cheers and claps. Kinji sighed, shaking his head in amusement.

"Love these days..."

#togo's writing #XanGo #xango wedding

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melogranoinsanguinato · 2 months

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16. how skilled is your muse in the kitchen? what is the most complicated dish they know how to make?

Random Headcanons | @runyou-clever-boy

Oh, he’s a very talented chef! He loves cooking traditional Italian and Greek food, just like his mama taught him, but his favorite dish is a white truffle ravioli with spinach and five different cheeses. The most complicated dish he makes is probably chicken parmigiana? Or really anything to do with large pieces of fried/baked chicken, simply because chicken is difficult to get cooked through using those methods, and you have to be careful not to over or undercook it. He’ll be fine either way, of course, because he’s a Dhampir, but looking out for his guests is important to him.

#🦇out of pomegranates🦇 ooc talk #facts about fausto #food tw

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puppyluver256 · 4 months

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So discussing the NiGHTS mod of Pizza Tower--the fact that it even Exists, and looks pretty good from what I've seen as a person who only knows of Pizza Tower through seeing some gameplay footage and prolly won't play it themself whether vanilla or modded--with a friend got me musing that there could prolly be a similar Habit-themed reskin mod if the playerbases crossed over enough to make that happen. That made me remember seeing some fanart a while back, it had to be sometime last year because PT was released last year, of Peppino in Habit's office in the style of one of the level opening title cards. Don't remember the hypothetical title beyond "special guest Dr Habit", akin to how I'm assuming the level(s?) with Mort the Chicken is (are?) labeled.

Problem is, with Tumblr's infamously bad search function and google having gotten worse and worse on purpose in recent times, finding this is proving to be next to impossible.

I have tried several varieties of key words to try and find it, nothing so far. I've gotten plenty of fanart for both separately, an art of someone's BKMN OC in the PT style along with canon character Rarold (so there's the Limbo but without the Lane), and HABIT from EverymanHYBRID, which while that's not the first time that wire has crossed with SFM in fan works (hell, I did an art years ago of Boris kickin' HABIT in the face, the asshole deserves it don't even try and say he doesn't), that's obvs not what I'm looking for and the only reason that came up in the search besides sharing the doc's name was "pizza appears to be HABIT's favorite food" on the villain wiki page preview. Not to mention that there's a nonzero chance that either the person who drew this fanart deleted either it or their account orrrrrrr it maybe never existed in the first place and I false memory'd myself. But I somewhat doubt that the false memory idea is possible because I can picture it so clearly in my mind, as clearly as you can a memory of an image you saw in passing anyway (and I know I saw it on Tumblr if it's real), with Peppino strapped into the dentist chair and Habit looming over him, yannow, as you do when you're a 7'4'' dent-est about to make your smile bigger to cheer up the world at the cost of someone else's teeth and all. Standard stuff ;P

Anyone else know what I'm talking about? Anyone else seen this art, perhaps reblogged it a while back to make it easier to find? Hell, if we find it I'll give it a reblog myself, I may not be a PT fan myself (nothing against it aside from the fact I think playing it would give me a headache and stress me out, but that's a personal me thing) but I'd still want to do that much at least if I'm already trying my damnedest to find it for confirmation purposes.

#pizza tower #i don't go here but #smile for me game #jess calls to the masses #i swear this thang exists or existed it's driving me nuts #i just want to know i'm not having a false memory #my search has given me fake title cards crossing with tf2 and welcome home and amogus and parappa #but no beautiful glowing dent-est :-(

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thewholecrew · 6 months

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@deathvisited said: [ kindness ] sender surprising receiver with random acts of kindness ---- caleb and kassy

it wasn't too often that kassy would visit caleb on her own, nor was it often that she would visit him while sebastian was away but she had gotten a text from him asking if she'd like to come over one evening to hang out with him and rykard and well, she was surprised by it and a little touched that he'd even reach out. she adored caleb, thought he was such a sweetheart, a, good, loyal boy completely in love with sebastian and always fun to be around.

she wasn't completely sure just what he had in store for her so she brought an overnight bag just in case she decided to crash in the guest room. when kassy entered she was greeted by caleb, all bright smiles as he hugged her and she smiled just as bright back, squeezing him tight. "thanks for inviting me over," she told him as she looked around him for rykard. calebs boyfriend was still warming up to her and when she didn't see him, kassy raised a brow. he's working late so it'll be just the two of us for now. "ahhh, gotcha, well fun! it's been a while since the two of us just hung out," she mused, playfully poking at his side as he took her bag for her.

"so what are we doing tonight? have you seen the new season of housewives, miami?" she asked him as she followed him in. they entered the living room and kassy's eyes widened as she saw a bunch of spa like items on the table along with the food she'd smelled the second she walked in. caleb mentioned he had selling sunset on the tv but that they could switch it and kassy laughed, in surprise, "calebbbbb, you didn't have to do this, oh my god," she looked over at him as they moved to sit on the couch and she couldn't help hug him tightly. "tsk, you are such a damn sweetheart, ugh i love you."

pressing a hard kiss to his cheek she then rubbed her hands together, eyeing the take out he ordered them as he went to play the show. "there is nothing better than a bit of tlc with the girls while eating amazing take out and watching trash tv, there's nothing better! sebastian never understood it, always has to be up doing something," she shook her head, glancing over at caleb with a grin. "does rykard not quite get it either?" she laughed as she picked up one of the chicken wings to bite into it with a happy hum. "your boys better be careful now, i might just steal you for myself with all this," she teased as she cuddled up to him, arm wrapping around him as he began to mix together their face mask cream together.

#IDK but i adore them #deathvisited #verse: modern.#kassy harwell: answered ask.

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 year

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||Dangerous Hide and Seek: Round Three||

Hi everyone, Peahen mom here and it's time to add part three to this little silly drabble. This was a idea/request from my friend @demon-blood-youths

Even so, hope you like. <3

~~Drabble Summary~~

After a while, Daichi has found a hiding spot but was discovered by Sukuna so now he's back on the run again! The game continues with him running for his life but what will happen now? Will he get caught? Read to find out!!

||Warning||

~Nothing much but a very angry Megumi

~Swearing

~Beating up/fighting maybe

~~Guests in the drabble~~

Yuji Itadori, Sukuna, Gojo Sautro, Nobara Kugisaki, and Megumi fushiguro belong and is from the jujutsu kaisen manga and anime show. But they are also mine due to rping as them as muses.

Some of the fraction leaders, Ashley, Jinx, Rex, Willow, and Yuuka belong to me along with their fractions.

~~Demon mun's guests~~

Kisho a.k.a Daichi Phoenix

Taz Hellion and Kinie Ger belongs to her.

The fraction leaders Ink, Kali, Fin, Joshua, Guam, Ethan, and Matt along with their fractions too

((Their will be grammar errors in this so it's just a heads up. This was written for fun so..I hope you like.))

After running in with Sukuna and Kinie, Kisho a.k.a Daichi has got away from the two while taking a quick breather in a hidden area in the school. He still can sense their cursed energy lingering out there but he sighs. Eito chirps worried to have him look.

"I know, I know I'm alright. Just freaking scared shitless right now. I have to do something or else I'm screwed!! Maybe if I can just find Gojo sensei, he might know what to do!" he said but looks. "Though, it's that or he'll rat me out." He mutters with a sweatdrop but hearing it was quiet, Kisho gets out of his hiding spot and runs down the hallway to the lower level of the school but he was running near the nurse's office where as he makes a turn out of that area, Kinie and Sukuna was just showing up.

"Damn it! where the fuck did he go!? I could have sworn his cursed energy was right here!" Sukuna looks around but Kinie was smelling the air to seeing her shadow monsters smelling too.

"He was here but he got away. Damn it! He's such a chicken but when I get my hands on him I'll.." she still was mad that Eito leaves a bruise on her forehead from being pecked. Sukuna sighed but looks to her.

"Don't worry, we will find that little shit. He couldn't have gone far. Megumi is looking on the other side so we will find him!" he said while the two rush down the hall still looking around.

'Kinie please!! You have to stop this!! I'm sure Kisho didn't mean to-'

"Oh sure he didn't but even so, he's dead meat!!" she said to Taz looking worried.

'She's right you know! Come on you two give us control of our bodies!!' Yuji shouts out but Sukuna ignores.

"As I said, we won't kill him; but he's still getting the beat down of his life!" he said as the two keeps looking around.

Though, it did leave the question of where Gojo was? Well......

~~With Gojo~~

He was sitting on a chair while tilting his head seeing he was in a video call with Taz's friends! the fraction leaders were in a meeting with Gojo right now though they were talking at the same time that Gojo was sighing trying to calm them all down.

"Easy now, one at a time! One at a time!" he said trying to calm them down. They all did calm down but he sighs.

"Okay, so what is going on again?" he asked.

"We found more of those weird charms that was sent from there to here! So now we are asking-" Jinx started but heard Echo shouting in the back.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS DAICHI!! THIS IS HIS FAULT FOR SENDING THEM BECAUSE THEIRS BEEN MORE CURSED SPIRITS AND MONSTERS ALL OVER NEW YORK!"

"Echo, will you please chill!" Gojo heard Breezy's voice in the background with he saw the other leaders shouting but Gojo calms them down.

"One at a time please!!" he sweatdrops but they calm down. "Listen, I wasn't expecting him to even sell that many charms to where you all were. But..have the sightings gotten worse?" he asked.

"By worse you mean seeing more of them that is becoming a pain in the ass? Then YES!" Matt's voice shouted out crossing his arms.

"Though, we taken care of them when sighted but more just keeps popping up! i mean, what the fuck!? Is everyone all over the world buying these damn charms like clockworks or something!?" Kali shouted.

"Easy Kali...." Rex said trying to calm her down while he was looking ahead. "But she's right. We been trying to stop the spirits and did, but more keeps being seen all over."

"It's becoming a little problem now and we are seeing more and more that will become a problem later on.." Guam said with Fin agreeing. "Not to forget we are all tired out from slaying more and more every day of the week. Heck, my boys are exhausted now!" he shows his team who was laying on the ground tired.

"...Huh. Well, I know Daichi has stopped the sales so no one else should be able to get the charms. That oorrrrrr..the last shipments went out before he stopped for a hiatus." Gojo said rubbing the back of his head that Joshua looks.

"Wait, last shipments?" Ink asked confused with a tilt of her head.

"Yes. I remember from what the site said, their was a few more shipments being sent out so I believe those last few were already delivered." He explains to the leaders.

"So even if he stopped it, the remaining ones still remained being delivered." Willow sighed with arms crossed worried with Ethan shaking his head.

"Well, as long as he stopp...stopped the s..shipments i..it's fine right?" Ashley asked Gojo but he nods.

"Yes but I believe his sales stopped after checking the site.." Gojo said pulling it up on screen. "From the last time, it was 2.5 billion sold so it still should be-" As he pulls it up he stops to the leaders looking.

"What?" he heard them asked to sigh. "Well, make that 4.5 billion. Seems the sales still went up." Gojo said that the leaders blinks before letting that sink in for a moment.

3...2....1...

Some team members fell out of their chairs to fall on the ground twitching in shock. Others spat their drinks out coughing. As for the leaders......

"WHAT!?!"

"That's impossible!!"

"Wow; that's a big number! That's a lot of charms sold!" Ink said laughing. "That's really explains the curses all over here!" she smiled.

"THAT'S NOT A GOOD THINK INK! THAT EXPLAINS WHY THEIRS SO MANY OF THEM!" Kali shouted.

"But that means we can get more stronger now and keeping our areas safe!" she smiled that Kali facepalms.

"Your an idiot sometimes.." she grumbles.

"Now now, I'm sure it can't be that bad-"

Suddenly, the door slides open before being closed to hear someone panting as Gojo looks seeing Daichi looking scared. "Uhhhh Daichi-"

"Gojo Sensei! You gotta hide me! Megumi, Sukuna, and Kinie Ger is hunting me down! You have to help me!" he said moving away from the door but Gojo blinks to look at him.

"Uhh, wait, they are? Wow, seems Megumi found out already. They can't be that mad can they?" he asked but before answering he heard a loud explosion.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT!?" Sukuna's voice shouted.

"WE WILL FIND YOU AND YOUR SO GONNA REGRET MAKING A FOOL OUT OF ME!" Kinie Ger shouted next.

"GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE DAICHI! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" And Megumi's voice.

"......."

"Or not.." Gojo said.

"See?! Please, you have to hide me before-"

"YOU!"

He winces to look seeing the fraction leaders who was either annoyed or angry. "Uh oh...uhhhhh...H..Hi?" he said waving.

"DON'T YOU SAY HI YOU IDIOT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT MESS YOU LEFT FOR US ALL!? DO YOU EVEN KNOW YOU SOLD 4.5 BILLION CHARMS ALL OVER THE WORLD!?" Rex shouted as the leaders looks at a very scared Kisho to see the anger in their eyes.

"You left a big mess because we got damn curses lingering all through our territories!?" Kali said.

"I KNOW, I KNOW! I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THE OTHER LAST SHIPMENTS WOULD STILL GO THROUGH! PLEASE, I'LL FIND A WAY TO FIX THIS!!!!!" He said quickly sweatdropping scared.

"YOU BETTER FIX THIS OR ELSE YOUR FUCKING DEAD!" Kali hissed.

"AGAIN, I'M SO SORRY! T-T" he cries to them. However, that's when the leaders heard something loud. The teammates goes to check it out but that's when the came rushing back panicking.

"What?! What's wrong now?" Kali said looking for a moment but heard a shout. "WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT IS THAT-" that's when her video screen went to static.

"KALI!!" Rex said before he heard something smashing in the background of his own area before his screen went out.

"WHAT IS HAPP-" Matt's own went to static.

"T..their's cursed monsters outside! T..they are attacking-" Ashley's screen went to static next.

"Ash!! What is going on-" Joshua's own screen went out next.

"........Oh crap! Guys, move!! Everyone mo-" Guam's screen went out.

"You better fix this, dude! These curses are getting wo-" Fin's screen went out.

"Oh crap-WHAT THE FUC-" Jinx's screen was out after a screech was heard with her teams screaming to fight.

"Guys?! Guys, what is going-" Yuu's screen was out next.

"Something is going on! The curses are-" Willow's screen went out.

"Fix this now, Daichi or so help me-" Ethan's screen was next going out.

"Holy crap! It's gotten bigger than last time!" Ink shouted hearing the loud noise and Navarro's shouting. "INK WILL YOU PLEASE FOCUS AND-" and her screen goes out leaving Gojo and Daichi with static screens.

"o......o;"

"....You do know if they come back, they will be more angry with you right?" Gojo said to him but he sweatdrops.

"Y..Yeah.....I'm so fucked. Even worse now that Shdwkyz and Vivi knows......they will seriously gut me thanks to this." he said before he saw the door get smashed down to Daichi jumping. However, he saw Megumi grab the back of his uniform.

"FOUND YOU!" It was Megumi.

"AHHHHH!! NOOOOOOO!!" he turns to struggle and gets free to run away with Megumi chasing him.

"GET BACK HERE DAICHI!"

"I'M SORRY!! I'M SO SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I'LL FIND A WAY TO FIX ALL THIS PLEASE!!!" he screams crying.

"YEAH YOU CAN FIX IT WHEN I GET MY FUCKING HANDS ON YOU!!" he shouted with Daichi screaming in horror running away from him down the hallway while Gojo remains there so sigh.

"This has been one crazy afternoon. I wonder if they have the jelly today." He thinks however, he saw Sukuna and Kinie run in but goes past knowing Megumi found him as he sighs. After a bit, Megumi had Daichi trapped who was twitching crying.

"Megumi please!! Please have mercy! Look! I stopped my site and I won't sell another charm till I know how to do it right! Please, just spare me!" he cries begging him even when Eito was chirpping but Megumi saw Sukuna and Kinie ger show up.

"..Sorry Daichi, you have to learn the hard way and that's with being punished." He said that he was crying looking at Kinie and Sukuna grinning evil like.

"Ohhhh this is going to be fun." He said cracking his knuckles.

"Be sure you leave some for me, my king." Kinie chuckled.

Daichi was shaking as he backed up to make sure Eito was not near. "WAIT!! WAIT PLEASE NO! NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO!!" His scream was loud to echo through the grounds as birds flew off in the distance.

~~Hours later~~

Yuji and Taz finally got control again but they were saying sorry to Daichi who was looking a mess after getting the beat down of his life. He was laying on the school bed crying from being wrapped up in bandages and having sores on his face from the hits.

"We are so so so sorry Daichi!" Yuji said worried.

"Y..Yeah, we are so sorry!" Taz cries worried.

"Geez, Megumi. Did you have to really go that bad on him?" Nobara looks to him but he was finally calm.

"Oh come on, it was not that bad. Besides, he learned didn't he?" he argues back while Daichi was twitching crying in pain.

"..Pain...Pain hurts s..so much.." He said crying.

"*Sighs* Besides, he knows now to never make charms till he's learned. Right Daichi?" Megumi said seeing him tense.

"Y..Yes! I won't make an..any charms till I know how!" he said scared.

"See? Problem solved." Megumi said but Nobara sweatdrops to shake her head. Gojo was visiting him too to sigh.

"Well, everything is fine now so no worries." He said but remembers. "Though, I wonder if your friends back home took care of that little problem with the curses.." He said that Taz heard.

"Huh?!? What do you mean, Gojo sensei?!" Taz said worried.

"Well....lets just say they gave me a call but I'm sure they are fine Taz.." he said but Taz sweatdrops worried. Oh boy.

~~Back home in New York~~

The fraction leaders Ink, Jinx, Joshua, Ashley, Guam, Fin, Kali, Rex, and Yuuka along with their teams were really tired and drained from the mess they took care of. They were all messed up and covered in dirt and cursed monsters blood while sitting on the ground catching their breath. Even got some help from Ethan, Willow, and Matt who was tired too.

".....Remind me....to kick his ass..if we ever see that idiot again." Echo grumbles laying on the ground while Jinx was tried laying back with her team.

"That was..crazy! I didn't expect that. Did you Ink?!?" Jinx said.

"No but that was something!" she said. The two leaders were talking about it before getting bonked on the heads by Vivi and Shdwkyz showing bumps. The two's eyes were closed with veins popping on their foreheads.

"Will you two please take this seriously!?" they said.

"OW!" Ink held her head.

"Owie! What did I do!?" Jinx said holding her head too. The others saw this but falls back tired from this. Yeah, what a crazy afternoon it was indeed.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Dangerous Hide and Seek: Round three #taz hellion #Daichi phoenix #yuji itadori #sukuna #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #kinie ger #The fractions of NYC #The fractions out of NYC #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer

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