#probably because she doesn’t have a huge giant mouth she can unhinge

[findmeabowlofundertale]

Cleaned up some of those human Gasters (and the one Asteri)

#i love his wiggly mouth #asteri’s face looks a lot more square as a human #probably because she doesn’t have a huge giant mouth she can unhinge #seeker draws #seeker oc #asteri #human gaster #human asteri #seeker gijinkas #⁂ gaster #dingsaster #I only know how to draw busts apparently

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

uGH PLEASE DO MORE DEMON N ANGEL

ENJOY :-)——He would definitely flaunt the fact that he knows she likes him.

When they first met, she could barely stand to be around him because of who they are and the history behind both of their creators, but as time went by, she’d slowly let down her walls and warmed up to him a bit and he couldn’t be happier to take advantage of it.

“You like me.” He’d say it with that cocky smirk she hates so much where one of the corners of his lips is tilted higher than the other, biting a single dimple into place. His hands cross over his hard chest as he tilts his head to the side slightly, as if trying to gauge her emotions by reading her body language.

“No I don’t.” She scoffs, crossing her own arms across her body to seem intimidating, refusing to be seen as less of stature. But in reality, she’s doing it to hide her shaky hands, balling them up into tight fists and tucking them against the inside of her elbows, lifting her chin up slightly with a confident, defiant air. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it?” Harry quirks one of his eyebrows, licking across his plump lower lip, running it between his teeth, loving the way she’s trying to avoid squirming but he can see her knees beginning to buckle.

He pushes off the wall he’d been leaning on with the heel of his boot, heading towards her with slow, smooth movements that remind her of how a snake would move when trying to hypnotize its prey (a fitting analogy, if you ask her).

Harry is moving gradually with his long legs, heel first, then toe, making sure that the his boots echo against the ground. The muscles of his crossed arms flex and contract with every action, shifting under the thin, sheer material of his black button-up, the silky fabric shimmering faintly under the buttery light of the lamp at the corner of the room. His hips sway ever-so-slightly as he moves, rhythmic and entrancing, annunciating his every motion to intensify his affect on his target. He walks with a nerve-grating tone of haughtiness, self-righteousness, and smugness, as of aware that he’s everything anyone could ever crave. As if aware that he’s absolutely, intoxicatingly enthralling.

Harry is standing before her now, his frame towering above her’s, gaze flickering over the tops of his cheeks in order to keep his chin tilted up in a condescending manner that gives the impression of having the upper hand in the encounter. His grin is viscous and predatorily amused, dimples winking into place to taunt her. It’s preposterous that a person— no, that a rodent such as himself would be endowed with features that signify beauty and pureness.

He’s vile, wretched and he only cares about himself. He’s cold, lustful, violent, arrogant, and rude. He embodies the worst characteristics known to man and celestial beings everywhere, yet he has the looks of an angel and that in itself is a giant stain on the fabric of the logic that makes space and time work.

Harry can see all of these thoughts going through her mind. He can see it in her eyes— in the way they flash with unhinged hatred and unshakeable disgust. He’s not backing down, though. He’s seen this same sheen across her glossy stare many time before, but as he looks upon her now, there’s something else under all of those default emotions that have been wired into her brain. There’s a certain curious sparkle teeming in the golden specks around her pupils, shimmering in the depths of her irises with a form of undeniable craving. This is enough for him to go off of.

“You’re right.” He deadpans suddenly, shrugging his eyebrows dismissively.

“I…am…?” The way he had given up so easily leaves Y/N uncalibrated, her comment sounding more like a question rather than a statement. She had been ready to fight for herself and her morals, but he had simply swept the ordeal under the rug and now she is left with all of this pent up adrenalin buzzing in the tips of her fingers and jittering around the inside of her skull.

“Yeah, you are. You do hate me.” Harry says, his attitude towards the subject heavy with disinterest. “It’s pretty obvious, wouldn’t you say?”

He’s toying with her. He must be. There’s no way he would give something like this up— torturing people is what brings him the most joy and he knows just how much discussing this would torment her. There’s something else coming, and Y/N tenses up just at the sheer notion of what it could be.

“Yes.” Her voice is tight and rough when she answers, shifting from one foot to the next and keeping her big doe eyes pinned on him in a cautionary glare.

“Exactly.” Harry wags one of his index fingers at her, but then he begins to shake his head lightly. “But here’s the thing, darling,” he puts emphasis on the word because he’s aware of how much she hates it when he calls her pet names, “that’s not all that’s there. Not anymore, at least.”

“What? What do you mean?” Her vehement gaze falters for a second as she blinks at him in confusion.

Harry draws closer to her— close enough that she anticipates her back hitting the nearest wall if he takes a few more steps forward.

“When I first met you, it was pretty obvious you hated me. Like, really hated me. When we shook hands for the first time, you nearly broke my fingers! They would’ve self-healed, being a demon and all, but it still would’ve been a rude gesture, especially since we didn’t know each other at all and you were already trying to hurt me.”

“Your point?” Y/N pushes in the form of an exasperated sigh, arms tightening across her torso anxiously.

“I’m getting there. It’s rude to interrupt, y’know that?” Harry tuts disapprovingly, lips plumping into a faux pout that makes her blood boil angrily.

She gulps slowly, breathing out and reigning in patience.

“When I looked into your eyes then, all I saw was spite towards me. Nothing out of the ordinary considering what Daddy has probably told you about me. But when I look into your eyes now, there’s something else under all of that anger and distaste.” The edges of Harry’s mouth tilt up triumphantly, celebrating a win that isn’t his to claim. He blinks all slow and sensual, taking his lower lip between his teeth and grinning mockingly. “Desire.”

Y/N can’t help the snort that escapes her. One of her hands comes up to cover the lower half of her face as she giggles, the idea he’s suggesting seeming too idiotic to be palpable. It’s hilarious. “Yeah, okay.”

Harry doesn’t let her reaction deter him, though. He expected nothing less.

“Yeah, yeah, snicker all you want. Laughing is just a coping mechanism, y’know?” He rolls his eyes as Y/N shakes with glee, her body slowly calming down enough for him to finish his analysis. “In the end, sweetheart, I’m right. You wanna know why? Because if there’s one thing in particular demons specialize in, it’s desire.”

His dark emerald eyes flit an ominous black for a second and that manages to stifle the last of her giggles.

“Over the centuries, I’ve seen that same glint in your eyes show up in the eyes of the many, many, many women and men I’ve been with. They’ve all had that same curiousness flashing across their irises, that same glimmer of want fogged over the whites of their eyes. I’ve seen it grow and grow as I bent them over a bar counter or strapped them to a bedpost, pushing inside each one while murmuring sweet nothings into their ears.”

There’s no trace of humor on Y/N’s face anymore, but rather a stinging in her cheeks at the actions Harry is mentioning. She backs up further, her spine finally hitting the cold surface of the wall and now there’s no where left for her to go as he continues inching his way towards her, chest ghosting over her own.

“Just face it, angel,” Y/N winces at the name because it sounds so dirty coming from his mouth, “you like me.”

She begins to shake her head, refusing to believe it. There’s no way she could ever fall for a demon. Never for a creature of such vile origins and with such negative consequences as him. Not in a millennia. She was one of her dad’s favorites for a reason: because she could see reason better than all of her other siblings. And as of now, there’s an evident reason as why she should smite Harry here and now and get his pesky presence out of her life for good.

“I don’t like you.” Y/N huffs, straightening her back and pushing her chest forward a bit to seem in control. “I never could and never will.”

“Oh, really?” Harry counters, a dangerous simper toying at his rosy lips, the bronze specks in his dark jade eyes glinting challengingly. “Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I did this.”

He pushes forward, their chests finally touching as he slams her into the wall, resting the palm of his hand against the curve of her neck and tucking a thumb underneath her clenched jaw, forcing her head to turn at an angle. Harry trails his hot lips over her simmering skin, the static of her celestial energy burning his mouth. But he loves the pain— lives for it. When it comes to love, if it doesn’t hurt, it isn’t fun.

“Harry—!” Y/N tries to go for an authoritative voice, but it comes out as a watery yelp that causes him to chuckle deep in his chest. Her shoulders buck against him, her thighs being trapped between his as he straddles her standing up, his huge hands going up to cup her trembling jaw.

“If you want me to stop,” Harry bites into the flesh along the dip of her shoulder, resulting in her jerking in his hold, “just say so and I will. I’ll drop all of this and leave you alone for the rest of eternity. Just say it— say you don’t like me.”

Her stomach suddenly fills with an overwhelming sense of dread, her disdain threatening to make an appearance in the form of bile. The dread molds into self-hate, the raw emotion writhing at the pit of her tummy and causing her to whimper without consent.

She hates herself because, as Harry smooths his intoxicatingly soft lips up her battering pulse and across the shell of her twitching ear, she realizes that everything he’s said is true. She does have an interest in him.

Y/N wants to scream out that it’s all fake— that she could never have feelings for someone as horrible and disgusting and evil as Harry, but she finds herself at a loose for words because if there’s something angels can never do, it’s lie.

So she resigns, her body slowly seizing its fight against him, and rather inviting him in. Her quivering hands trail up his hips, snaking their way across his back hesitantly, her nails digging into the hard muscles that flex at her feathery touch.

Harry nibbles at the curve of her flushed ear, the corners of his lips jutting upwards with victorious glee. He got her. He finally got her.

He brushes his nose across her thumping temple and down her jolting cheekbone, the tip coming to rest against her own as she pants heavily against his parted lips, their breathing mingling in the space between their mouths. He looks at her— really looks at her— and the whites of her eyes are starting to glow faintly.

Harry thumbs over the slope of her shaky jaw, eyeing her trembling mouth with raw desire and utter need. Her lips are so colored and flushed and swollen and he just has to have them.

Has to feel them against his own as she gasps his name onto his tongue and whimpers shy pleads against his hot skin. Has to feel them against his own as he forces her to swallow his heavy grunts as he slams his hips against her soft, supple thighs. He just has to feel them against him anywhere. On the pulse in his neck, sucking at it as if trying to wean the life out of the beating of his black heart. Against his ear, whining about about how good he feels inside her and how big he is and how she can’t get enough of him and to go faster and harder and deeper. Wants them kissing sloppily down his chest, tickling the wings of his butterfly tattoo and the tips of the ferns across his pelvis as her hand dips inside his tight briefs and tugs him into a frenzy.

Harry has to have her and it has to be now, or else he’s going to go absolutely mad. He swears it on Lucifer and on the universe and even on God himself that if she doesn’t give herself to him, he’s going to rip Hell a new one.

“Tell me…” He gulps thickly, licking his burning lips in anticipation, “tell me you want me. Tell me this— whatever this is— tell me it’s real.”

Y/N shudders out a nervous sigh, praying (ironically enough) that her dad isn’t seeing any of this. “It’s re—“

“No.” The harshness behind Harry’s words causes her to swallow her own. He caresses his thumbs under her wide, innocent eyes, loving the way they’re glowing for him. If he’s going to do this, he’s going to do it right.

“Tell this me it’s real.” His eyes grow black, as if someone has splattered ink across his pretty green irises, his furrowed brows framing the soulless color almost angrily. Then something happens that she’s never seen before.

It happens in a millisecond, but the sight makes it feel like an eternity.

Harry’s face begins to morph, his skin peeling off into itself, revealing bloody muscle tissue beneath it. His pretty cheekbones become more rigid, sharp enough that they glint like the edge of a knife. His eyes sink further into his skull, making his face look ghastly and undead. His lips turn charred, the pretty ruby redness she knows so well fading away into a burnt shade of dark brown. And his eyes— they’re bleeding. Trails of the crimson liquid stream down his face, dribbling down his neck and staining the collar of his sheer dress shirt.

It’s horrifying, to say the least. Y/N had heard the stories of what demons’ real faces looked like, but she’d brushed them off because she never thought she’d have to encounter a real one. Yet here she is, with Harry’s crooked nose pressed against her own and his void gaze biting into her, full of all the pain and turmoil known to all of the universe, devine and not.

She feels like she’s going to throw up again. Is she really about to allow herself to kiss this? A creature so hideous and full of hatred, created in the deepest pits of the worst place in existence with the intention of bringing pain and misery to everything God had created?

Y/N is about to push him away and admit that she was wrong. That she couldn’t do this. That it had been a fleeting moment of weakness in her mission in life and that it would never happen again. But then she sees, just out of the corner of her eye as it peaks out through the fabric of the demon’s sheer shirt, the tip of a butterfly tattoo.

And that’s enough to reel her back in. The thing before her isn’t just any terrifying creature— it’s Harry. Harry, who was nice to her even after she was so cold to him because of what he was and because of who she was. Harry, who smells like Tom Ford cologne and chamomile shampoo and chews too much mint gum and likes to wear heeled boots even though they’re uncomfortable and overpriced. Harry, who wears ridiculous Hawaiian dad shirts that cost more than a gastric bypass surgery and jeans so tight they make him look like he doesn’t have any male reproductive parts. Harry, who slept on the couch in the hotel room in order to give her the needed space she wanted and who, when she couldn’t find her Bible, helped her look for it rather than telling her to rot.

He was a demon, yes, but he was also Harry.

And not just any Harry, but he was her Harry.

Y/N surges forward and before she can interpret what her body is doing, her lips are pressed to his and her arms are wrapping around his broad shoulders, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel him against her.

The gory roughness of Harry’s flesh melts away into its usual tone and texture, the blackness in his eyes dissolving away into nothing. His cheeks have that healthy flush again rather than bloody skin tissue, and his cheekbones are back to their normal sharpness. Everything grisly about his appearance fades away, leaving behind the beautiful, curly-haired young man she knows so well, his eyes wide in shock.

“It’s real.” She mumbles against his mouth, diving a fist into his silky ringlets, kissing him rougher and deeper and whimpering at the back of her throat when his warm hands grab at her hips all needy.

A big, goofy, loved-up grin spreads across Harry’s stupidly perfect teeth as he chuckles into the kiss, all wispy and dopey and unbelievably happy. When he speaks, his voice is muffled by her mouth and by the giant smile that’s making his cheeks hurt. “Say it again. Wanna hear you say it again.”

“It’s real.” Y/N giggles softly, gasping against his tongue when one of his big hands squeezes her bum, sliding onto the back of her thighs to hook it over one side of his hips.

“Mm,” Harry roughly hikes her other leg around his waist, using the wall as a reinforcement as she crosses her ankles behind him, “Again. But moan it a little this time, yeah?”

“Shut up.” She laughs, breaking the kiss to look at him as he grins naughtily, nudging the underside of her jaw with his nose and pooling little sucking kisses at the center of her throat.

“Fuck, I need you.” He groans against her heated skin, feeling her center snug against his as he stumbles over to the bed in the center of the large hotel room. “Need me too, yeah? Need me inside you, making you forget the good girl you’re supposed to be.”

“H-Harry…” The word comes out as a wispy breath as his lips claim a particularly soft spot just under her right ear, “Harry, I don’t think I’m ready t-to…y’know…Oh, wow…”

She feels bad for not being able to deliver her end of what she had initiated, but she just isn’t ready for something so intimate yet. Something she’d been conditioned to never need or desire.

Harry pauses for a moment, the only sound echoing off the walls of the room being their bated breathing. Then, he speaks up.

“S’okay,” he whispers assurance to her as he moves to lay her onto her back on the bed, snuggling between her thighs and sponging his lips across the faint outline of her collarbones. “We can just kiss. Kissing’s good…S’really good, actually…”

Y/N nods her head with a surge of relief, sighing dreamily as Harry brushes his soft mouth over her shoulders. “Thank you f-for understanding. It’s not that I don’t wanna, I just…I don’t know if I’m ready for…I’m sorry—”

“Hey, hey…” His voice is soft and caring (something very rare for him, to say the least) as he cradles her closer to him, swiping his index finger across the bridge of her nose. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, alright? When you’re ready.”

With a final nod, she tugs him back down to her upper chest, feeling empty without his hot mouth taking her skin.

“Mm.” He suddenly pulls back from her neck again, causing her to yawp in protest. He digs his two front teeth into his bottom lip, the edges of his mouth tilting up mischievously. “I was serious, though. Lemme hear you moan it this time. And add my name in there while you’re at it.”

#drabble #demon!harry #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #203

"The Bad Trainer, The Mammoth Ride, Arden and Splender”

-The figure gets clearer and it's obviously a pokemon trainer, he has a garbage bag tied to his waist-

[Doc] What? Can't I play my part as a dragon to the hilt now and again? I have a fair and naked maiden and a baby to defend.

[Sweet Alex] Oh, it's someone helpful. Good job.

[gem] -swims over to her pokemon and start petting them and giving them berries-

-The trainer scowls at the group before noticing the vulpix in Lie's arms in his arms-

[Trainer] - Where did you get that vulpix?

[Herabrine] Why is it any of your business?

[Trainer] - Because that's my Vulpix...  Give it back!

[AVulpix] Growls-

[gem] if it's your then how did she catch it

[Doc] Cranes hir head over near the human. - Nope. Push off. I remember you.

[trainer] Takes a step closer- Give me my pokemon!

[AVulpix] Opens their mouth and blasts off a burst of ice which creates a sheet between it and the trainer-

[Doc] Uses the tip of hir snout to give him a shove - Get lost.

[Trainer] Throws a punch at Doc-

[Doc] Is punched but doesn't move. - That's all you've got? I think you're out of your league buddy.

[Herabrine] That's a gentle puff of air compared to Cp I'm sure

[gem] -growls- if she was able to catch it that mean you let it go which mean it's not yours anymore now get lost before you do something you will regret

[Lie] - Leave, this pokemon was taken from you because you abandoned it!

[Sky] Can I eat him? -Bored tone of voice-

[gem] that's my job

[Alexsezia] You can do the huge mouth thing like the normal Enders Sky? That's kinda terrifying.

[Sky] If I want to, definitely. Feels a bit weird but probably looks weirder. Kinda like unhinging your jaw, but.. Excessively.

[gem] and I have a jaw that can break though any bones try me trainer or should I say former trainer

[Doc] I don't know how this game would handle someone actually dying....

[Alexis] - Go away kid, adults are having relaxing time

[Doc] But I'm still pissed at you for trying to cook your poor Feebus.

[Trainer] - It was a worthless fish!

[Doc] You're the one that's worthless.

[gem] no pokemon is useless

[Alexis] - My boyfriend rather likes it

[Sweet Alex] And he actually takes care of his pets. You're a meanie head.

[Herabrine] Rolls her eyes- you tell em Alex...

[Deer] - Leave or we'll call Officer Jenny

[Sky] Or I'll eat you, if she's not fast enough. -grin-

[gem] sky that's my job

[Sky] You're not the only one who eats people, Gem

[Alexsezia] Look kid, we're nobody you want to tangle with. Just walk away.

[Trainer] Growls but turns around and storms off-

[gem] true

[Doc] Jerk. Fuck people who are mean to animals, honestly.

[Lie] Gently cradles the vulpix-

[gem] I am more confused how he was so chill with a dragon in his face

[Sky] Probably dragon like animals here?

[Deer] - Well considering all the different types of creatures here...

[Doc] But they usually don't talk...

[Lie] - Who cares, at least he's gone now

[Sky] True, true.

[gem] exactly that and my looks well I have never seen any Pokémon that even closely looks like me

[Alexsezia] How is Feebas anyway Alexis? Learned any moves yet?

[Alexis] - It usually just swims around in it's little pond, sometimes it splashes

[Herabrine] Maybe they get visitors from other games rather frequently here? We're not the only digital entities in the multiverse.

[Doc] I thought the splash was a move? Or is it flail? Silver told me about a weird type of orange fish pokemon that evolves into a gigantic sea serpent. Just go's to show you never know what experince can turn someone into.

[Alexis] - True

[AVulpix] Is sliding around on the ice before it melts-

[gem] doc your thinking of magikarp

[Doc] That's it! I saw a picture online, it looks so silly. I would never have guessed.

[Deer] Sinks lower into the water again-

[Yaunfen] Yawns-

[Sweet Alex] So how are our creepypasta pokemon trainers faring?

[Doc] Honestly I think Deerheart talks to them more then I do. Since she's home more often. Aww, you getting itred little one?

[gem] they are hard to train and is mostly a mockery because they only know splash which does nothing but I have seen someone beat the whole game with just one

[Sweet Alex] That's really inspiring Gem!

[Deer] - They seem to be okay, but I still can't really get through to Strangled...

[Sweet Alex] Maybe I should hug him too?

[Doc] You're such a perfect cinnamon roll, never change. - Xe pats Alex's head lightly with one paw.

[gem] this is why I said no pokemon is useless if the battle is failing it's because of the trainer

[Doc] I agree absolutlely. They just need love and attention and tons of exercise.

[Herabrine] Is that why you're up at the asscrack of dawn jogging with yours lately?

[Doc] It's mostly the Goomy. Keeps it from trying to fight everything and everyone.

[Lie] - Sits back down with a sigh- Good Vulpix's

[Serperior] -gets closer to the regular vulpix-

[Doc] I don't know what to do with Strangled. But at least he isn't destroying the house. He just hates my guts.

[Herabrine] He hates the rest of you too.

[Doc] Gee, thanks.

[RVulpix] Hides away in Lie's arms-

[Serperior] -tries to nuzzle regular vulpix-

[RVulpix] Whines, it's very skittish and scared-

[Doc] Gem, I think the little fox is scared of your giant snake...

[gem] come here Serperior -serperior comes over and she pets them-

[Doc] Silver was having a similar problem, his Zweilus and his Sylveon don't get along at all.

[Lie] - I don't think that's the case, I think it's just scared of everything, especially after everything it's been through

[Doc] No I mean, it might be type difference too? Do grass types get along with fire types?

[Lie] - I don't know

[Doc] Lifts Yaunfen easily in hir paws and sits back on hir haunches to cradle them - This game is so complicated. I keep meaning to read up on this but never get more then one or two articles in.

[Glitchy] -Actually happens to be passing by, Shiny pokemon in tow.- Fire types have a type advantage, but if the pokemon in particular know eachother they can get along, but the grass type might be wary. -softly.-

[Deer] - Glitchy?  What are you doing here?

[Doc] Hey Glitchy! Come to replenish some PP?

[Glitchy] Just passing through? This kind of is part of my series... No, not today Doc. Just looking for a gift, is all.

[Lie] - A gift?  For who?

[Glitchy] One for Strangled, another for Purin. I already picked one up for Silver. -scuffs heel a bit- I was thinking of picking up a few eevees for shits and giggles too.

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[Lie] - Purin?

[Doc] How many Eevee types are there Glitchy?

[aven] speaking of pokemon aven was looking to catch one

[Alexsezia] What was she wanting to catch?

[Herabrine] Something that isn't a water type!

[aven] bagon

[Glitchy] Another pokepasta. -pause- ... Not sure if she actually still counts, honestly....

[Glitchy] Well, currently there's about 8. Of course if you count glitched, you could have a lot more. I have a full set but really keep Flareon most.

[Glitchy] Why?

[Doc] Why would they not count as a pokepasta?

[Glitchy] Well she ended up taking the place of someone in the next generation and stopped their shit, I liked her. She was pretty cool. Gave me a Lopunny.

[Doc] Oh, so she's an NPC in one of the games?

[Glitchy] Takes the place of one, yeah.

[Glitchy] Hard to explain, really. But yeah. -Waves hand a bit- I'm here to hunt down gifts. Probably going to hop to a different gen after this.

[gem] like which one?

[Yaunfen] Tries to climb farther up on Doc

[Glitchy] Gen 4. Or, I could do any of the games just after this one like Emerald, Fire red or Leaf green...

[Doc] Yeah, I feel you... - Xe clambers out of the water and lays across a large stone. Xe puts Yaunfen up a bit so they can crawl all over their parent to their hearts content.

[Yaunfen] Crawls up into Doc's mane to settle down-

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[Yaunfen] Flops closer-

[Glitchy] Been meaning to check out the Ranger games too...

[Sneasel] -Walks over to Doc to look at hir, head tilted-

[Alexsisezia] What's Ranger?

[gem] I use to have the first pokemon ranger game

[Doc] Looks back at the pokemon - You're an odd little one.

[Glitchy] A different version of the games but with different mechanics. No pokeballs, but there's this little device that lets you temporarily befriend a pokemon. Sounds very inefficient, honestly.

[Sneasel] Snee. -Pats Doc's face-

[Doc] Good pokemon. Anybody got a berry?

[Sweet Alex] I like befriending critters, sounds like fun

[gem] I do -holds one out for doc to take-

[Doc] Thanks- Xe slides a paw over to pinch it in hir claws and offers it to the sneasel, which has much smaller, but much sharper claws of it's own.

[Sneasel] -Scrutinizes the berry a bit before taking it and popping it into it's mouth- -Approving nod, turns and returns to Glitchy-

[Glitchy] If you want to try it, I could probably hunt down a catridge and a system. I like using those first so I don't find a messed up game.. -Shudders-

[Sweet Alex] Messed up?

[Herabrine] You mean like BEN's haunted copy of Majora's Mask, don't you?

[BEN] Shudders a little as he's feeding Hyrule-

[Glitchy] In a way, yeah. My game was pretty fucked up too. Really badly damaged games make me.. very sick. My own game was really glitchy. Really, really glitchy.

[Doc] A little bad code is fine, too much is nauseating, I agree. I once made the mistake of taking pixels from a deteriorated game. I was really sick. Scared the fuck out of me. I was homeless and friendless at the time.

[gem] -sink to the bottem on the spring and lays there before starting to make planet necklaces again while below the water-

[Glitchy] Honestly, considering the state of my game, I'm lucky I'm solid and wasn't any worse off than my eyes...

[Doc] Aww. I would have fixed it for you. You know I live to mend broken pieces.

[Deer] Notices that Yaunfen is fast asleep and giggles a little-

[gem] -the first one she makes looks to small to be worn but looks like its made of stars- hmm -puts it on her head like a flower crown it fits perfectly-

[Doc] Has been fanning hir tail tip to dry the hair and puts the warm fluff over hir baby. There's a bit of a rumble as xe purrs softly.

[Lie] - Do you think the guys are okay?

[gem] -starts to make crowns and make a one that looks the planets look like flowers and come up quickly to put it on lies head before going back down-

[Lie] Is surprised by the sudden weight on her head-

[gem] -is making more at the bottom of the spring-

[Herabrine] We'll come back to them all worn out from drinking and fighting and sprawled all over the damn spawn.

[Lie] - Hopefully CP doesn't try anything

[Alexsezia] I'd be just as concerned with Mb....

[Lie] - Good point

[gem] -makes another that looks like fish and water drops and puts it on hera's head  quickly before going back-

[Sweet Alex] Thankfully Gk is usually too busy playing with Endrea's babies to make mischef...

[Herabrine] What the Nether?

[Deer] - He certainly does love them

[Doc] Who knew he'd make such a fantastic uncle?

[Herabrine] Snorts- Unclebrine

[Glitchy] well, if that's all you've got to ask I should be going now..

[Lie] - Oh come on Hera, I bet if they could swim you'd play with them just as much

[gem] -makes one that looks like a bow and arrows and puts it on alexsezia's head-

[Doc] Glitchy? What do you do when your pokemon get burned? Is there something special?

[Alexsezia] That's weird... um, thank you Gem.

[Glitchy] A brn heal should work. Do you need one? I keep some on hand because flareon likes to burn everything .

[Doc] Yes please. In fact, if you can get me examples of the different healing medicines I'll trade or make you whatever you want for them.

[gem] your welcome -makes one that looks like it's made leaves and vines and put's it on deer's head-

[Deer] Giggles a little-

[gem] -makes one that looks like cookies and hearts and put's it on sweet alex-

[Glitchy] I couldn't accept anything, strangled would probably lose it. I'm already a filthy packrat as is. The bags are bigger on the inside so you can put shit like bikes in here. -starts taking out different potions, status healing things, and revives, handing one of each over while saying what they are for-

[gem] -makes one that looks like lighting and doctor crosses and puts it on doc-

[Doc] Thank you Gem. And if you're sure Glitchy. I can just make copies so I'm not leaving you poor for the giving. - starts clicking around-

[Glitchy] If I think of anything i could need I'll be sure to ask.

[gem] your welcome -makes a candy base one and put's it on yaunfen-

[BEN] Is rocking Hyrule- There, all fed and changed

[hyrule] dada wa-er baff

[BEN] - No, how about a horsie ride?

[hyrule] wa-er baff

[BEN] - How about the horsies?- Starts heading outside

[hyrule] baff

[BEN] - Horsies- He heads for the horse pen, the sight of the animals making his heart ache a little for Epona

[hyrule] baff

-A horse trots over to them and sniffs at Hyrule-

[BEN] - See?  Look, a horsie

[hyrule] baff

[Nia] Comes out- BEN, it has been a couple days...  And babies really should be bathed every day...

[BEN] Groans- Nia, I'm not giving him a bath

[hyrule] baff

[BEN] - No Hyrule, come on, let's get on the horsie- He enters the pen and carefully climbs onto the horse so as not to jostle his child

[hyrule] dada baff

[BEN] - Shhhh, no, now come on, I know you like to go fast- He urges the horse into a gentle trot

[hyrule] -is pulling at bens shirt- baff

[BEN] - Hyrule, no- They end up riding out past Lie's house and towards the village

[hyrule] baff

-There's a bit of a commotion as a giantic mammoth charges past BEN, there's someone clinging desperately onto it's back-

[BEN] Moves quickly to keep the horse under control- The fuck!?

- The mammoth turns and gives a light buck, kicking up it's giant feet as nimbly as a pony-

[BEN] Looks to see who's on it's back-

[Steve] Looks elated and determined with a clump of hair in each fist-

[BEN] - THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?

-The mammoth stops suddenly and turns to BEN, it's eyes are bright as stars under the hair-

[BEN] - Don't you fucking dare I will not hesitate to drown you, you overgrown ball of fur!

[Steve] No! It's okay! He doesn't mean any harm!

[BEN] - Normally I'd be laughing my ass off over this, but you ALMOST RAN INTO US!

[hyrule] dada baff

[Steve] Sorry. We were just playing.

[Mammoth] Pats BEN's head with it's trunk tip-

[BEN] Growls at it-

[Steve] Just laughs - You want a turn?

[hyrule] -trys to reach up ad grab the trunk-

[BEN] - NO! I'm trying to take Hyrules mind off of things

[hyrule] baff

[Mammoth] Lets Hyrule play with the tip of it's trunk.

[Steve] Oh, is he stinky again?

[BEN] - No, he's not!

[Mammoth] Snuffles and draws back with a pained expression. - Chuff!

[hyrule] -takes the trunk and wiggles it back and forth-

[Mammoth] Eyes watering-

[BEN] - Come on Hyrule, let's keep riding

[Steve] Yeah.... that's stinky-

[hyrule] -lets go of the trunk- wa-er baff

[Mammoth] You really need to get used to the idea of bathing him...

[Steve] Agreed.

[BEN] Almost falls off of the horse- THE FUCK!?

[Mammoth] Big grin with huge square teeth. - Looks like I haven't lost my touch... Your face was priceless.

[BEN] - Fuck off

[Steve] You're just mad cause he suprised you.

[BEN] Glares-

[hyrule] dada

[BEN] Attention immediately on his son as he speaks more quietly- Yeah?

[hyrule] baff

[Steve] Okay.... we'll go. We just needed to blow off some steam. I'd stay out of the village for now.

[BEN] - What did you do?

[Mammoth] They need some space...

[BEN] - And no, Hyrule

[hyrule] baff baff

[Steve] We told them about what happened to our NOTCH, and that meant telling them about Markus...

[BEN] - And I wouldn't want to see this, why?

[Steve] There's not much to see. They kinda split up into quiet groups to discuss their feelings. It's pretty subdued.

[BEN] Grumbles- No fun there

[Mammoth] We're you expecting a full scale rebellion or something?

[BEN] - Something

[hyrule] -sees the pond aqua is in and points to it- wa-er

[Mammoth] They do trust me and Steve you know.

[BEN] - No Hyrule

[hyrule] wa-er

[BEN] - How about we try Lightning again?

[hyrule] -points again- wa-er

[Flicker] Wanders up, She has three tiny creepers in her arms- Lord? Father?

[BEN] - Light-ning

[hyrule] baff

[Mammoth] Oh... sure, hang on. - The mammoth curls down and reforms into TLOT with a bit of fog fading around his boots.

[Steve] Gets gingerly down from his shoulders.

[BEN] Watches with interest as he rocks Hyrule a little-

[Flicker] I can't speak for the others, but I'd like to meet this... Markus. And I could use a bit of a hand...

[Creepers] making lots of unhappy fizzing sounds.

[TLOT] Of course Flicker. On both counts. What's wrong with them?

[Flicker] Upset tummies. I think they snacked on something they shouldn't have but I don't know what it was.

[BEN] - Don't they only eat dirt?

[hyrule] baff

[Steve] I have one of Doc's basic healing potions... - Fumbles a bit for the bottle-

[TLOT] Well fertilizer... and dirt...

[BEN] Groans- Hyrule....  No.

[Steve] Helps Flicker tip a bit of the liquid into each of their tiny frowning faces.

[hyrule] baff

[Creepers] tis tis tis

[BEN] - Come on, let's keep riding Hyrule

[hyrule] baff baff

[BEN] - What can I give you that would make you stop saying that?

[hyrule] baff

[BEN] Facepalms-

[hyrule] wa-er baff dada

[BEN] - How about no?

[hyrule] baff baff

[Arden] Is pacing around the spawn with a small phone - Why are you telling me this now?! When I'm.... Out of town! And I can't do anything about it?

[Splender] Is taking Pinwheel on a walk and notices Arden and tilts his head at Arden-

[Arden] Yes I know, I'm sorry we haven't talked much apart from chat... my webcam has been.. broken.

[Splender] Steps closer quietly, keeping pinwheel out of striking distance of Arden-

[Arden] What do you mean I can't tell anyone... this is amazing! Yes, I'm aware you almost got killed....

[Arden] Oh... yeah, I guess that would be bad, but... okay... okay... dammit... You're killing me here Ever... No, I don't know when I'll be back.

[Splender] From behind Arden- Who are you talking to?

[Arden] Hang on... I'll... call you back... I need to think about this anyway... fucking hell... - clicks the phone shut and runs his fingers through his messy red hair. - Splender... he's just a friend. Someone I met online a few years ago...

[Splender] - What was he telling you?  You're not as happy as usual...

[Arden] His.. girlfriend is into some really weird shit... fuck it, it can't hurt for you to know. She made some kind of monster and it burned their house down.

[Splender] - Oh dear, we should go help them then!

[Arden] There's nothing to help, they ran from it and left it in the dust. They're safely away but still... it's pretty horrible. Even though I know it was dangerous as hell... I almost wish I could have seen it...

[Splender] - Well...  Would you like to see your friend?

[Arden] No, it's okay... we've never actually met in person. And I don't want to just pop out nearby. Somehow I don't think his girlfriend should know about all.. this... Especially if she's preforming exorcisims on herself.

[Pinwheel] Bites Splender's tendril-

[Splender] - Are you sure?  It wouldn't be difficult at all...

[Arden] I think I'd be guilted into bringing them back here, and that would be bad...

[Splender] - Alright...  You said one of them was performing exorcisms?

[Arden] Yeah... she had some kind of inhabiting spirits. She's been making shells and filling them with the unwanted visitors in her mind. I thought it was just a psychosis but.... Ever seemed so genuinely scared, and after everything I've seen....

[Splender] - What do these shells look like?

[Arden] Different things. Birds, human shapes, one's kind of like Lapras without the shell. They're like animal shaped bags.

[Splender] - Interesting...  Can they talk?

[Arden] No. I think that was intentional...

[Splender] - Hmmm, oh well, either way, be happy.  Sour emotions don't taste very good.

[Arden] I'm happy they're safe. Fuck, I'm happy I'm safe.

[Splender] Laughs a little- Zeke is always really happy when you're around, his happiness is thick and rich

[Arden] He is a really good friend. He's shown me such amazing things.

[Splender] - Stick with him and he could probably show you more, just, don't ever run from him,, promise?

[Arden] Run from him? Oh-okay...

[Splender] - Promise me Arden

[Arden] Is rather intimidated by Splenders earnestness - I-I promise...

[Splender] Gives off a burst of happy energy- Good!  Now a promise is a promise so don't you dare go breaking it!

[Arden] Has a inadverdent flash of what Splender could do to him and swallows, - I wouldn't dare. Hey... um... I read something about your big brother and.. do you mind if I ask you a question about him?

[Splender] - Go right ahead!

[Arden] That old story about Slenderman taking peoples organs out and bagging them individually and then hanging the bags high in trees....? Was that actually him, or just a serial killer? And if it was him, why? Does Insanity get to him too sometimes?

[Splender] - Yes he does do that, either to scare any remaining victims or to act as a warning.  You can only do the same thing for so long before you start trying to figure out ways to spice it up a bit.  He doesn't do it as often anymore since he usually gives the organs to EJ now.  Plus it made the humans super wary of the woods, wondering just what could do that

[Arden] Shivers- no shit... I thought it was partly to show how tall he is by putting something super out of reach without leaving ladder or tree climbing marks or broken branches.

[Splender] - What else would you like to know?

[Arden] Do I even want to know who Ej is and why he would want human organs?

[Splender] - EJ was originally human like you, he was a med student who was, as far as he can remember, sacrificed to some sort of cannibalistic god

[Arden] Oh... I have experience with paranormal stuff, not so much with creepypastas. What do you guys normally do when you encounter monsters? Is it just a live and let live thing?

[Splender] - Most will leave my brothers and I alone, and others learn that the other pasta's are under our protection and so will not mess with them, this includes the proxies as well

[Arden] Did you already know about the manwolves that attacked my group?

[Splender] - I believe Offender mentioned them, tore them apart and made sure none escaped...  And then did his thing to them

[Arden] His thing...? Oh... No! I don't want to know! -shivers-

[Splender] - That's alright, I understand- He pats Arden on the head with a belled tendril

[Pinwheel] Bites at Slender twice in rapid succession-

[Pinwheel] Hisses at Arden-

[Splender] - Pinwheel no!

[xteenwolfwritingsx]

You Know Better - Part 22 - Connections

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Story Description: Peter and the reader develop a slow relationship. 

Part Description: You find out what was important enough to cause the interruption.

Warnings/Labels: Language, Sexual Frustration, Boring Plot Stuff

Approx. Word Count: 3,500

A/N: I’m sorry this is so, so late. I’ve had so much going on and a giant brick wall of writer’s block. This is a lot of “plot moving forward” stuff, but I hope it’s still keeping you interested.

Story Masterpost

The drive to Derek’s loft is painful. Peter has a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and you’re squeezing your legs together trying to stop the arousal you’re still feeling. Neither of you bother to make an attempt at conversation. It’s been made very clear that talking isn’t what either of you want to be doing. 

“He better make this fast,” Peter comments after he’s parked and pulling himself out of the car. You think about teasing him and making a sarcastic comment, but you were thinking the same thing if you were honest. You wanted this quick and done and to be back at Peter’s apartment and lacking clothes.

The elevator ride up is probably the worst. You find yourself actually wishing for a mechanical failure and for the lift to get stuck between floors. Elevator floor isn’t exactly the ideal place to jump Peter, but you’re feeling a little desperate. There’s a large amount of space between the two of you as you stand in the elevator, a comical amount really. It’s painfully obvious that you both tried not to be close to one another. Anyone who walked in would think you were angry with each other. Kind of humorous since it’s the exact opposite.

When the doors open, Peter motions for you to step out first. You smile briefly and step forward. The moment you do, you can feel his eyes on you. The heat in the air hasn’t faltered at all and you bite your lip before pausing in the elevator doorway.

“Peter?” He hums in response. “Quit staring at my ass.” You throw him a coy smile over your shoulder and he smirks back. His eyes slip up your body and he pushes off the back wall as you start walking away.

A part of you wonders how you’re going to be able to make it through this meeting without Peter being a huge distraction. You even make a mental note to sit far away from him and at an angle so that you won’t have to see him. But when you walk into the living room, you realize it’s not going to be a problem.

Chris Argent stands in the middle of the room, jacket and face smeared in blood. Allison is currently trading him a clean towel for the already tinted red one in his hand, her face straight and trying to hide her worry. When Derek walks in from the kitchen, you see his hands still wet with fresh blood and streaks of it dashing down his white wife beater.

You stomach drops low and you walk quickly up to him, reaching out and grabbing his hands to examine them, turn them over in your palms and make sure he’s healed. You see no scratches, no tears in his clothing. His hair isn’t even disheveled.

“Derek, what happened?” you ask quickly, words tumbling out of your mouth as you keep a hold on his hands, the blood transferring to you and starting to dry stickily on your skin. “Are you okay?” His fingers curl around your hands to stop your motions.

“It’s not my blood,” he assures you in a soft tone. You can feel your heart start to slow even though you hadn’t realized it had even started pounding in your chest. “Or Argent’s,” he comments offhandedly, throwing a glance in his direction.

“Then what’s going on?” The concern hasn’t faded from your voice and you’re holding his hands maybe a little too tightly. You actually start to feel guilt creeping into your body. If Derek had been in danger and you were carrying on with Peter like a hormonal teenager, you’d feel awful.

“There’s a body in the bathtub.” Derek says it so casually that you’re not even sure you heard him right. He gives you half a shrug and lets go of your hands.

“There’s more to that story, right?” you question, the guilt vaporized and replaced with an extreme amount of confusion. You look back out to the room where Chris is still cleaning himself off. Everyone else is scattered on the furniture, waiting for things to make sense.

“You know,” Peter interrupts, sitting himself down in one of the open chairs. “I’m pretty sure the first thing I taught you was to never bring the dead body home.” Derek gives him a sarcastic smile as Peter sits there smugly.

“I was pretty sure you’d want to see it,” Chris mentions. “It’s not like there was much left anyways.” His eyes are distant and cold and you do a quick scan of his body to make sure Derek wasn’t lying. No open wounds, or ripped clothing. Just blood and mud and leaves. 

“What the hell happened?” you demand. 

“Kayla Slater happened.” Even though he’s speaking to everyone, Chris directs his words at Peter. The name means nothing to you, but Derek hangs his head low and Peter visibly stiffens, his spine straightening and jaw tightening. Everyone else is like you though, curious and confused eyes flickering between the three men, waiting for an explanation.

“How’d she get through the barrier?” Peter asks, a slight accusatory tone lacing his question.

“I don’t know,” Chris answers firmly. “I was tracking the Cerberus in the woods and I came across her ordering it to attack. I didn’t even have a chance to see who the victim was. I tried to save them, but...” he trails off, lifting his arms and showing off the mess on his clothes.

“How’d you get away?” You ask. “That thing is huge and the one time I ran into it, it didn’t seem keen on just letting me walk away.”

“You probably ran into it while it was off-leash, so to say.” Chris wipes the towel over his face again, but doesn’t get much more of the blood off. “She was still controlling it when I found them.”

“And she’d never let it touch an Argent,” Peter bites back bitterly. Derek gives him a scolding look which he ignores.

“Someone needs to break this down for us,” Scott interjects, standing up and stepping between the Hales and the Argents as if they’re going to start fighting. It’s unlikely, but you can’t blame him. The tension between the families hasn’t ever really gone away. Even now they’re on completely opposite sides of the room, neither one wanting to be closer than they need to. “Who is this Slater woman?” 

“Wait.” Stiles sits up and points to you. “Isn’t Slater the last name of the guy suing the dead guy?”

“Jeremy,” Lydia corrects. “The dead guy’s name was Jeremy.” Stiles just nods and ignores her for the most part. He keeps looking at you for confirmation, but you honestly can’t remember.

“Carl Slater.” Peter saves you the trouble of having to try to search back in your mind. Peter’s mouth presses into a thin line and his eyes roll up. “I should have caught that.” He groans and sinks back in his chair.

“Some backstory would still be helpful here,” Allison mentions gently, taking the second towel from her dad. “Who are these people?” Chris sighs heavily besides her.

“Extended family of ours,” he admits. Stiles rolls his eyes and nods his head, silently saying Of course and you can almost hear a growl slip out of Peter’s throat. This isn’t going to be good.

It takes almost a half hour for the three of them to break everything down. Kayla and Carl Slater are siblings who are distant cousins of the Argents. While they’re technically human, the family has been known to dabble in the supernatural much like witches, though no one really likes using that label.

Many years ago, back before Allison was even born, Kayla snapped. The whole family was pretty unhinged, but Kayla was the worst, the most dangerous. She targeted the Hales first, seriously wounding Derek’s mother and killing another of their pack. She didn’t stop there though. She started targeting other packs and then emissaries, and then innocent people.

Being family, the Argents protected her as best as they could, refusing to take her out themselves. It ended up coming down to a tense agreement in banishing her and putting a barrier up around the town to make sure she couldn’t return. She was stripped of her talismans and sent out of Beacon Hills with nothing. No one has heard from her since.

During the whole explanation, the tension between the two families remained steady if not increasing. Scott continued to stand between them and at some point you sat down on the couch, trying to ignore the way Peter’s fingers clutched angrily at the armrests of his chair.

“So crazy-witch-lady burst through the barrier, summoned a dog from hell, and murdered poor accountant guy because her brother was suing him?” Stiles attempts to summarize. His face is scrunched up, his mind trying to piece everything together.

“That’s what it looks like.” Chris nods. “Kayla is protective of family. If she found out her brother got the short end of a deal or was in trouble, I wouldn’t put it past her to do this.”

“We don’t have any idea who the person in your bathtub is?” You ask Derek. He shakes his head and crosses his arms.

“There’s not much to identify.” He looks to Argent and Chris nods in agreement. “Probably a male based on the shoulder size and the hair on the leg, but there’s no face and no identifying features; moles, freckles, birthmarks, anything.”

“Fingerprints?” Stiles ponders.

“I really don’t think we can take a severed finger to your dad and ask for an ID,” Derek snaps at him. You tilt your head and silently scold his impatience. He looks away.

“I’ll dispose of the body, but I wanted Derek and Peter to see it first.” You furrow your brow at Chris.

“Why?” you ask, watching as Derek casts a knowing glance at Peter. Peter returns his look, tilting his head and quietly prompting Derek to answer. Whatever it was, Derek already saw it.

“The triskelion is carved into the shoulder,” Derek responds gravely. You watch Peter take a deep breath and roll his shoulders back. “She’s going to be coming after us,” he clarifies for the rest of the room, nodding to Peter and himself. Your stomach drops for the second time. Derek tries to give you a small, reassuring smile when he sees the worry clearly painted on your face.

“You should have let us kill her when we had the chance,” Peter growls out. You can feel the whole room stiffen. People physically sink back into their seats as Peter raises his head to look across the room. Even Scott teeters back a little, unsure if he wants to get in the way. His words are thick and angry, menace lacing through the sound of each letter. “This is your fucking fault.” When he stands up, it’s slow and pointed. “So you don’t get a say this time.” He stalks across the room, Derek stepping out of his way, not exactly opposed to letting Peter tear Argent to shreds in his living room if his uncle wanted to. Scott steps forward, but Peter looks right past him. “This time, I’m putting her in the fucking ground.”

Peter stops his advances and the two men stare each other down. Peter’s eyes flash involuntarily. Chris simply stands up tall, face stern. He knows better than to argue right now and quite frankly, after all that’s happened over the last few years, you’re not sure Chris has any desire to disagree.

Derek bites his tongue and looks on, but you can tell he’s just as furious. His shoulders are tense and muscles flexed as if he’s forcefully keeping himself in place. His mouth is formed into a line so thin that he might as well be biting his lips shut. 

Not one bit of this is good.

“So what are our next steps?” You stand up, mostly to create a visual distraction, to maybe pull their attention off of each other.

“Finding out where she’s hiding would be a good place to start,” Chris says, eyes slowly shifting from Peter to you. “Easier said than done.”

“You can do it though?” you question. Argent blinks slowly and nods reluctantly.

“I have some ideas,” he admits. 

“Then do it,” Scott says, stepping into his Alpha role again. “If you can find her without scaring her or approaching her in any way, do it. I’ll see if Deaton has any more information on the Cerberus or on her.” He looks out to the group, addressing the whole room. “We keep our heads down for now.”

---

Things dissolve rather quickly after that. Allison leaves with her dad, Chris smart enough to know that his welcome here was temporary and well worn out. Lydia, being a good friend, follows. Peter disappears, practically stomps away. He has to see the body, see the mark for himself. You stay where you are with no desire to see it and no feasible way of offering anything close to comfort for him.

When Scott and Stiles depart, you wonder if you should follow suit before remembering that Peter drove you. You’re awkwardly stuck as Derek leaves the room to go change into non-bloody clothes so you sit yourself back on the couch.

It doesn’t take too long for Peter to return. He appears to have calmed down some, his body more relaxed and face not as tight. He’s carrying a dark washcloth in his hands and you can see it drip a little onto the floor. He hands it out for you to take.

“For your hands,” he says when you look at him confused. You look down and are surprised to see you forgot you had blood on them. It’s dried now, crusted over on your skin.

“Oh, thanks.” It’s warm and wet when you take it from him. You flatten it over your palms to let the water soak in and loosen up the stiff blood. You don’t have to scrub too hard to get most of it off after that. When you’re done, Peter takes it and tosses it casually onto the coffee table. You think about mentioning a bloody washcloth was probably rude to be leaving around, but it’s probably not the first Derek’s had either. “You okay?” you ask.

“Just one more thing trying to kill me,” he comments offhandedly. Honestly, you’re not sure if he’s just playing it off or if he’s really not overly concerned by it at this very moment in time. You’re not going to push the matter. He sits down next to you and throws his arms over the back of the couch, leaning back and relaxing. “Definitely would have preferred to stay home, though.” His voice slips easily back into that seductive and suggestive tone as he gives you a quick wink. You give him a laugh and lean back with him, his arm slipping from the couch to wrap around your shoulders.

“Certainly would have been more fun,” you agree. Peter leans in and whispers in your ear.

“I do remember making a certain promise if I deemed this intrusion not important enough.” His voice is low and hot in your ear. It amazes you how fast he can make your body go from worried-about-your-friends-dying to completely-turned-on in just one minute. The fingers on your shoulder skim across your neck and dip into the collar of your shirt.

“We are not having sex in Derek’s living room,” you protest, lowering your voice to a hushed tone, afraid Derek is going to hear. Peter chuckles and dances his fingers over your collarbone.

“Bet I could convince you,” he teases and swipes his tongue over the shell of your ear. You let out a small giggle as a shiver runs down your spine. Not entirely sure that he’s wrong, you put a hand on his chest and push him away before he tries anything else.

“You’ve waited this long. You can wait a little longer,” you tell him with a smile on your face. He’s about to say something else when he hears Derek start to walk back into the room. He’s got a clean t-shirt on and has washed his hands.

“We should probably get going,” Peter says to no one in particular. He removes his arm from you and stands. Derek gives him a short glare, but doesn’t say anything. 

“Are you alright?” you ask Derek. You wait for Peter to step away from the couch before you stand up and walk over to look at Derek.

“I’m fine,” he says. “A little sick of the past coming back to bite us in the ass, but I’m okay,” he admits. You put your hand on his shoulder and you can still feel the tension there. He tries to give you that reassuring smile again.

“I just worry. You live alone here and now you’ve got a crazy person out to get you.” You let your hand slip down to his and give it a squeeze.

“I live alone,” Peter interrupts, offended. “Anyone worried about me?”

“No,” both you and Derek answer firmly, giving him glares. Peter rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, waiting for you two to finish.

“I’ve got plenty of security here,” Derek reassures you. You scoff.

“Oh yeah, the rickety elevator and no lock on the door screams safe and secure.” You can see Peter’s lips tilt up in a smirk at your sarcasm. Derek just gives you an unamused look and lets his hand fall out of yours.

“I’ll let you know if anyone tries to break in, how about that?” he offers. You give him a small smile.

“Thank you.” You’re about to turn away when another thought comes to you. “What about Cora? Is she-”

“She’s safe where she is,” Peter cuts in. He doesn’t mean it in a rude way. He says it more protectively than anything. “We’ll check in with her in the morning.” He and Derek give each other short nods and you realize they’ve made plans for these types of occasions before. The Hales were no stranger to threats and they had their protocols and habits and plans to keep track of each other and make sure their family is safe. “Now,” Peter’s voice takes on a lighter tone. “I do believe we have plans to get back to.” Derek rolls his eyes again and you pull him into a quick hug to make him stop.

“Keep in touch,” you tell him. He pulls away and nods towards the door, sending you on your way reluctantly. You can tell from the harsh eyes he directs at Peter that he’s still not fully accepting of you two being… whatever you are. As you walk past Peter, he places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the door and you can practically hear Derek’s internal groan flare up with anger.

Peter walks closely besides you as you leave Derek’s loft. He slides the door shut behind him and follows you to the elevator. You press the button and wait for the lift to open up.

“So am I taking you home?” Peter asks, looking straight ahead at the closed doors. “Or are you coming with me?” He slides just his eyes to glance at you.

You aren’t really sure what the answer is for a moment. You’re worried the news of impending doom has ruined the mood. Before, things were hot and heavy and everything was happening with an adrenaline rush, but now there was time to think, time to actually consider what’s going on with the two of you and truly make a choice. And he was giving you the out if you want it.

The elevator doors open and Peter steps swiftly inside. He turns and puts his back to the wall, leaning his hands on the railing behind him. He quirks an eyebrow and waits for you. It only takes a few seconds and one look at him to make the decision.

Feeling bold, you strut into the elevator. You lift your hands up to the sides of his face and slink your body up against his. Pulling him down to you, you kiss him roughly. You grind your hips into his and let your tongue slip across his lips as he returns the kiss and grabs your hips.

You pull away from him just barely enough to whisper, “You’re taking me back to your place.” He smirks devilishly at you before spinning you around, pressing your back to the wall and slipping one of his legs between yours.

“With pleasure.” He sweeps his mouth over yours again while the elevator dings and the doors close.

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