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zukkaoru · 1 year

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Hi Grace!! I saw you rb the post about asking about your OCs and I’ve been curious about them for a while! What is your OCs’ world like (or is it our world)? What are their personalities like? What do they do in their world/story? I’ll probably think of better questions later but I’m curious about whatever you want to share about them!

HI ELI okay okay so this world has been like. in the making since 2017 so there is. a lot of lore skdhsjjk

so basically they live in our world and the central setting for the story is the area i grew up in, except i changed all the names of the towns and stuff. roseglen is literally my hometown but with a different name not all of the characters actually live in roseglen bc it's small and there are several slightly bigger towns surrounding it but roseglen is like. where the heart of the story takes place because that's where roseglen grace brethren church (rgbc) is, which is Very important to the story.

basically, the main four characters (Thia, Iz, Logan, and Max) grew up going to rgbc and when they were young, they always sort of believed the church was haunted. as they grow up, they start to drift apart - Iz's family moves to California, Max's family moves to Willow Lake (about an hour away), and after rgbc gets a completely new building and pastor, Thia's family ultimately starts going to a different church. but then, winter break of their junior year of high school, all four of them end up running into each other at the rgbc christmas eve service and there's this Moment. where they're all out in the lobby for various reasons as the service is still going on in the sanctuary. and as soon as they recognize each other, they have this like. flashback where for a second, it looks as if they're standing in the old rgbc building.

and then the moment breaks when two other characters (Joy, Logan's gf at the time, and Francis, one of Logan's friends) come out into the lobby and are like. hm we're interrupting something. aren't we? and then i think Iz and Logan end up getting into a fight bc Iz was very protective of Thia and made Logan promise to like. look after her. and Logan absolutely did not do that 👍

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so anyway, Iz, Thia, and Max start to reconnect and Francis ends up joining them bc he's also friends with Max. and they start talking about how that flash to the old building during the christmas eve service wasn't the first time most of them have experienced something like that - it's happened to Iz and Max a few other times and Thia's been like. actively encouraging it and just spending some time (presumably in her mind) in the old building. it's actually Logan who figures out that this isn't like. imaginary in their mind stuff; their souls are actually travelling back in time to the old building.

remember how they thought rgbc was haunted?

the ghosts weren't true ghosts. the ghosts were them.

so then they have to figure out how to replicate all of the hauntings of their childhood and they meet Time, who explains why this is happening and offers to help (..sort of. Time is an interesting character) and so they have like. less than two weeks (until winter break ends and Iz and Max have to go back home) to fulfill Time's desires in order to restore their memories so they can make sure the past happens as they remember it and nothing changes. Iz's ex-girlfriend also makes an appearance at one point, flying from California to Indiana just to bring Iz something they need (and the two of them end up getting back together at some point as well,,)

As for the characters:

Thia Wells is generally perceived as very nice and quiet and on the shy side. she mostly keeps to herself and her friends from church. in her last months at rgbc, everyone sort of just. stopped caring about her and she always felt left out at youth group and stuff despite having been going to rgbc since she was born and knowing everyone in the youth group for quite some time. she likes tea, baking cookies, reading, and she's also very stuck in the past.

Logan Murphy is your typical white cishet high school student. he plays basketball, he's the only one of the main four who still goes to rgbc, he's just trying to make it through school and probably has minor depression but thinks everyone is just Like That. he has to get some sense knocked into him by the others and Joy actually ends up breaking up with him bc he's homophobic towards Iz but he gets better!! he doesn't get back with Joy but that's bc they were never going to last anyways

Iz Groves moved to Los Angeles with their parents when they were in middle school. they're in marching band and they have quite a few friends - both through band and because they're a sociable person. they're also hard of hearing. i don't actually remember the backstory i decided on but i think they were just born with a lower level of hearing and it's slowly deteriorated as time goes on - they'll probably end up being completely Deaf at some point in their adult life. they have hearing aids but don't always wear them bc they are. uncomfortable. they're fluent in ASL and their closest friends know enough to hold basic conversations. Thia was close to being fluent but lost some of it when Iz moved bc she had no reason to practice anymore. Kelly is pretty close to fluent as well.

Max Newman moved to Willow Lake with his family about a year and half after Iz moved. he's suffering from pretty major depression, but at the beginning of the story, his parents don't really believe him. most of his friends are online friends, but he works with sound/lights for the theatre program at his high school, so he has a couple friends there. he's also very very in the closet at the beginning bc his dad is. pretty homophobic lol. and he was also made fun of for seeming gay in elementary school so there's this sort of idea of "i can't be that" that also stops him from accepting himself. he has an older sister who goes to college in New York so being alone after she left also has a pretty major impact on him

Joy Summers appears to be a stereotypical popular girl that all the boys want. she's blonde, she's pretty, she's a cheerleader. Thia hates her at first because she seems like she's literally Perfect. (like. teruhashicore tbh) at the beginning of the story, she is also having struggles with her sexuality AND she's a prophet. so she keeps having scarily realistic dreams of things that actually end up happening! and she has no idea what to do bc like.. who would even believe her? she dates Logan for a bit and then they break up bc they realize they felt like they were Supposed to date but really they're better off being friends

Francis Brooks is probably one of the most popular kids in the entire school. not because he tries to be, but because he's very very sociable and extroverted so he's just. friends with almost everyone. Logan is his closest friend and i had a revelation in the middle of the night back in 2017 at some point that this is because Francis has a crush on him. Francis is gay and he knows this and he also plans on telling absolutely no one until after he's graduated high school and maybe college as well. he's also on the basketball team, and he's friends with Joy. Joy likes him (as a friend) because he's one of the few boys who doesn't seem to be wanting to get close to her just for a shot at dating her.

Kelly Reyes is Iz's ex, though she ends up getting back together with them. She's lived in LA her whole life and she likes to make people think she's very put together when she's. really not. she's really good at math, not so much at english, and she has a lot of acquaintances but very few true friends. her mom is an english teacher so she kinda feels like she's disappointing her mom with her english grades even though her mom really just wants kelly to be trying her best. she's a very loyal person if she's close to you (see: flying to Indiana from LA in the middle of winter to hand deliver something so it doesn't get lost in the mail)

hm anyway this got very long and there is SO much more i could say but these are the basics so i will stop here skdhsjgk thank you very much for the ask eli this was very fun and i love these kids so so much <3

#there are a lot more minor characters i could ramble about too.. max's sister. thia's friends. francis' siblings. joy's brothers.#this universe is very involved. which makes sense given that it's been rotating in my mind for 5+ years now #anyway thank you so much for the ask!!#eli tag #asks #haunted #gonna rb this to roseglenverse as soon as i go remind myself of my tagging system over there lol

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spideyskrunkly · 2 years

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Death's Work of Art (Ch. 1)

Criminal Case Fanfic (Fan Case)

Characters: GPD, ocs for suspects

Warnings (for ch1): Gore, swearing, mentions of drugs & some... uh, child death mentioned

June and Jones didn't like the idea of having to find one of the bloodiest murders. But, then again, it's their job.

There was a painting of a rose.

But it was... chopped. With two cuts. But they're different. Inside the painting, the cut separated the rose from the stem. And on the outside of the painting, there was a more lively cut with blood.

Only the cut with blood was not apart of the painting.

Under the painting was a body. With no head. Only a body.

"What. The. Fuck." June couldn't stand the image of everything. He and Jones had been through crazy stuff together, but this was berserk.

"A chopped off head, that's what the fuck!" Jones had more of a reaction, pointing to the corpse.

June was lost in the crime scenery. "There's a wallet next to him." June picks it up and goes through it. In there, he finds and identification. "His name is Jeffrey Simmons. He seems to be... a lifeguard at the beach?"

"Maybe we'll go there later then." Jones was also having a look around the crime scene. "Aha! A phone. Seems like it requires face identification, but with our situation, eh... . Let's get this to Alex and see if he could look through it. And be sure to get the body to Nathan, he'll know what the hell kind of magic was used for the head to be chopped off."

"Good idea. In the meantime, there seems to be a photo in here and it shows that the victim had a girlfriend? We should identify her in our (idk what it's called)."

Jones pulled out his... thing to identify the person. Red hair, blue eyes, pale skin. Then appeared a name. "Diana Wu. Seems foxy."

"Shut up." June playfully pushed Jones a little. "Maybe we should have a talk with her."

"Adress is... ×."

June and Jones went separate ways. Jones went to the beach, June went to see Diana.

Knocking on the door, June saw the door opening to find this Diana Wu with her pink shirt with black stripes and blue gloves. "Can I help you?" She said in an annoyed kind of voice.

"Diana Wu, was it? Unfortunately, we found your boyfriend, Jeffrey Simmons dead this morning. He was decapitated." June didn't know how to handle telling people about losses sometimes, he would let Jones do that.

"Eh. What a shame. Is that all?"

"... Ma'am, he's your boyfriend, correct? I didn't expect you to act like that."

"Because he's my ex. He cheated on me with some tramp who happened to be ugly as fuck. Not only that, he would always want to pick some sugar over his own babe."

"Sugar?" June looked a little puzzled? "Care to expand on that?"

"Y'know? Coke? Like candy snow? Like..." she pointed to her nose.

"Oh. Uh... other than that, do you know anyone who would have hated him?"

Diana thought for a second. "Actually, now that you mentioned it, there was this one gal named Sweetie McKenzie. Real babe, that doll." A dog barks behind in the background. "Quiet, Georgie! Has red hair, just brighter and curlier, wears that red leather jacket. Careful though. She may seem sweet, but she bites. You can find her at the Mixy Bar."

"... Noted. That's all I'll need from you for now, thank you, Ms. Wu."

Meanwhile, Jones looked around for clues and saw a pair of sunglasses with some smudge on them on them.

"Might as well collect a sample and send these to Grace." Jones used his sample collector and kept it in the tube. Then his phone rang.

"Yo."

"It's Alex. I checked what's on the phone and it had an image of your killer!"

"Lovely. What's you find?"

"Unfortunately, I couldn't get a clear shot of it. But I did find some traces of red hair in the shot."

"So our killer has red hair. Thanks, bro."

"No problem. Hey, you should play thia game with me later! It's about three criminals who make heists and have separate lives and well, like, kill assholes. It's called, 'Money Stealer Cars V!'"

"Sounds violent and fun, but maybe later. Anyways, gotta go!"

Jones hung up his phone as he entered the car. When he got in, he dialed up June.

"Oh, what a coincidence, I was gonna call you to pick me up. We have a new lead at the Mixy Bar."

"Perfect, I was gonna get a sample to Grace. I'll get you on the way, then we'll head to the station to drop it off together, then we'll head to the Mixy Bar."

"Sounds perfect."

After the plan, they arrived at the Mixy Bar.

"... Nice place." Jones was looking around.

June looked for thee descriptive details of Sweetie. "There she is!"

Sweetie was what Diana had described.

"Ms. McKenzie!" Jones called out to her. She noticed.

"Hello! Just call me Sweetie!" She stood up and walked over to the two men. "What can I do for you fine gentlemen?"

"I'm Captain June and this is Inspector Jones. We have a couple questions for you."

"Of course! What's the cake for me?"

"The... what now?"

"The cake! It's my way of saying 'What's the tea'."

Jones spoke. "'The cake' is that Jeffrey Simmons was murdered in his mansion last night. Decapitation."

Sweetie spoke. "Look, Idk what kind of soda this 'decapitation' is, but the dude was gonna be murdered one day." She took a sip of her beer.

"Not a soda." June stated. "It means his head was removed from his body.

"Oh. Well, I don't have to see his ugly face anymore." And she took another sip proudly.

Jones and June looked at each other and then back to the suspect. "It seemed like you may have hated him as well as I talked to a certain Daisy Wu did."

Sweetie started to giggle. "Oh! Daisy. Quite a lovely dove. She and I play private horsey sometimes. I would let her tickle my ti-"

"Ok! We... get the picture. Uh... thank you, for your time, Sweetie. Go easy on the beer." Both gentlemen walked out of the bar and head into the car.

"So, let's recap." June pulled out his notepad. "Daisy and Sweetie had hatred for Jeffrey as he was a cheater. It seems that being murdered was not a suprise for anyone but him."

"Thankfully, we have note that the killer has blue gloves." Jones added on. "And Daisy and Sweetie seem to fit that profile."

June fills that in abd puts away the notebook. "So now we just wait for Nathan and Grace. Perfect."

Nathan calls down the two policemen into the room.

"Well, this kind of death is... kinda ahead of something."

"Yes, I see what you did there." Jones couldn't help but be a little annoyed at how Nathan's jokes can really remind him of what just happened. "Did you find anything about our killer?"

"Well, your body here has had a clean cut, that's for sure. I can only determine that the murder weapon is a hatchet, but I'm not sure. What I did find is some hair, but it's from a dog. Your killer must have came in contact with Jeffrey."

"So our killer owns a dog. Can you determine the breed?"

"Unfortunately not. Hair is not easy for me to examine because the author of the fic is to lazy to find a reason."

"It's cool!" June added into the notebook. "The killer is a dog person. Poor baby will have to leave the owner." He had a quick thought. "I remember hearing Diana having a dog barking."

"So Diana has a dog!" Jones chirped with joy. "Now we'll just need notes from Grace."

Grace called the two down to the station.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't find anything about the killer. It's a slow process."

"Well, did you find anything with the smudge?"

"Saliva. It seems to belong to a certain child. But I'm not sure. It also seems... bad."

"What do you mean?" June looked puzzled.

"Well, this... child, seems like it's kinda a gene from Jeffrey."

"WHAT." Jones had a suprised expression.

"But the worst thing is that... this child..." Grace looked at the men, ready to explain the news. "This child doesn't have any sort of life or anything. I checked with Alex and he saw a birth certificate of a baby girl that was Jeffrey's. Her name was Sarah, but her last name is scratched out. And according to her records... it seemed that she died 3 years ago."

Ch1 End

#criminal case #june shiloh #david jeremiah jones #grace delaney #alex turner #nathan pandit #grimsborough #cc suspect #death's work of art

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throughfartheststars · 1 year

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Invocation

Death, blood, abuse. Don’t eat it if you can’t swallow it, this is record keeping.

"No, you come back here. You don't just say that to me!" Fury and indignation in the one calling to me, for once the vessel calling me was easy to drop in. One of those 'I'm done here and it's your job now' agreements.

"I'm.... sorry? What is it you heard me say?" Rounding on them with what I am certain was a different expression than they-- than he expected. I was faced with a rather entirely naked man when I turned, tensed through his battleworthy frame for but a moment before he leapt backwards with teeth bare and claws latching him to the wooden wall in the way of a clean exit.

"What the fuck Iridanya?" Glaring at me while I did not register the threat he seemed to think he was posing with a fear posture.

"Iridanya.... must be my name. Okay... so you're..." I rattled the brain, pacing to get my bearings of the feet and the hips and the weight I had to work with. "You're her... boyfriend? Side piece? This is a nobility body and this is..." Studying the architecture with as much a care for him as a spider had for a flea. "A resort room isn't it? Some kind of vacation space. Not what I meant by that comment this morning..."

"What the fuck is this Iri?" Snarling under his voice now. It appeared I would be on my own figuring out where I was.

"Alright so your name is Fuck? Puck? Cuck?" Arms crossed over notably petite chest. For nobility I was impressed the woman was built for agility and strength as she was. Also a belated realization of being QUITE naked myself.

"You... aren't Iridanya. She'd never say something so crass." This did not seem to calm him at all. But I nodded the affirmation to his assumptions, digging around in the vessel for her magic stores. "Alright, who are you?"

"What planet is this?"

"Planet?"

"Planet."

"Thia is Cordi-aeon 5..."

"Cordi.... Alright that's.... So this is... Hmm. I'm not due here yet. What'd you do to piss the Apoc off?" Standing quite still as the body ran Apocalae diagnostics to plug in for Radiance and Ai.

"The... Apoc? Iridanya is the vessel of... oh." A thud when he dropped rom his position on the wall. Recognition and he was padding off to the other end of the suite, came back with clothes for both myself and him to don. "Whatever, we have to get you back to the castle and the husband."

"Not going to finish the lover's quarrel with me, then?" Wriggling into the shift dress and her over cloak readily enough before winding strands of silver hair back into a comb twist. "I'm almost disappointed. You seemed very passionate."

"I'm her problem, not yours." Curt and still posturing in power.

"I don't think you'll be seeing her again. I can't leave an Apoc until it finishes the job it's alive to do. Iridanya is gone." Blunt, final and with no particular emotion in voice or face. I experienced no passion for him and had a great many questions what he could have done to incite such an exit from Iridanya.

"What?" Hissed out between his teeth as he took both my shoulders roughly under his hands, forcing eye contact and receiving a deep dive into all the inner functions the vessel was undergoing when he triggered the trance from it's eyes. Many things were different than he knew of the woman as he spiraled unprepared into the telepathic feedback, clinging too tight to my shoulders before he cast me out of his grip to break the state and vomitted on the spot.

"That's about right... So there's a castle you mentioned, and a husband. Iridanya is a Lady? A Queen?" My hands moved through the question, emotive and unphased by his discomfort.

He kept his eyes down when he wiped the bile from his lips. "She's a... Grace. Above the regency, the High Religious Lady of the planet. She communes... communed with things like you. To varying degrees of anyone believing what she could see and know she leads the Church." He shuddered and stepped around me, going to the door and pulling some sort of communicator down to request us transportation.

"Oh. That's an awkward position for an Apoc." Consideration.

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"Warden Lucas, how strange to see you with my wife in these hallowed floors. I thought you were ordained in a different Caste for your last tasteless incursion upon our marriage." The rolling growl of the rather plain looking man insinuated some dangerous understanding of his place and power over woman, position and person delivering her. It was a moment before he turned his attention to me, and then his eyes darted back to Lucas uncertainly. "This is not Iridanya, what did you do?"

".... That is of little import. I think you need to understand that this is the Apoc you stand in the company of. Iridanya will not.... or can not return until the duty of this is done." Lucas' arms folded and his gaze averted from the much more confident husband, no clear apology under the vagrant frustration over how Iridanya dealt with whatever he had said to get me here.

"The whomst?" Eyes back to me and his posture from lurking serpent to proper Lordship, one arm over his banner and the other hung limp until the fist at his hip. He registered the stance of me, feet bare under the regal dress and hands loose at my hips, chin confidently high and back loose over firmly set hips.

"Oh, my turn to talk now? You're fine to think of letting the High Grace talk last but I'll have to teach you boys better manners than whatever this petty lover's triangle was. Who are you, Castle Keeper?" My tongue sharper and my eyes studying him with similar formality. "I'll need to know your name before I can assign you to preparing quarters for Warden Lucas and more appropriate dress from the tailor for me."

Flabberghasted expressions on both of them that turned to indignation and offense. They stammered and growled over one another in enough commotion it drew out the butler, who I immediately stepped around them to greet.

"Hello, you might be more helpful than.... those two. Grace Iridanya has invoked her rite as Apoc and I am not due to be here yet. I need to be informed of my social obligations in her stead and shown to my stations and quarters." My voice gentle and my eye contact quite less dangerous now, the butler seemed less surprised than the men about meeting me at least.

"I see, she made her decision then." His right hand outstretched to take my right hand and offer a polite kiss of fealty to the knuckle as part of his bow. "Lord High, Ilkyr. It is a pleasure to meet you, and I will show you to all you have asked to attend after I explain the situation to your gentleman companions."

"I think I'll watch you do that. Be so gracious to introduce us all, please?" A grin to my lips and a bounce about how I turned to look at the dumbfounded Lord and Warden. He bowed his head in assent and stepped between the three of us, poised and proficient in socially leveling a space.

"Lord Vaisen Der Thordel, the Second Seat to the Grace of the Church and Lord of this the Castle Reiynheit. He is formally husband to your vessel, Grace Iridanya Feliche of the Celestial Ordinance and Apoc of Cordi-aeon 5. You were brought home by Warden Lucas Deigh, one of the guardians of the Celestial Ordinance Castles, previously assigned as Formal Guardian of Grace." Prattled off and let me know plenty, before he turned a stern paternal stare on the men and introduced me. "Gentlemen, within the Grace Apoc there now resides the Lord High and a Tyrant of the Stars. Here we name him Ilkyr, the War. You will behave, you will take your reassignments gracefully, and you will not give me cause to report misconduct to the Council."

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"How many attend in Reiynheit?" Curious tone as I'd climbed up one of the feature pillars in the castle to claw sigils in for a ward base. Not the most unhinged place I’d scurried up to while the butler, Vanderbaun, gave me a grand tour of my base.

"There's a team of forty various skilled maintenance folks that upkeep the kitchens, manage the grounds, maintain the walls, clean the quarters, manage the affairs and guests, handle the stables and Miss Iridanya's various familiars and pets. All hand picked while she was channeling your link to ensure you would have a trusted crew." The butler prattled this off from where he leaned on the wall watching me etch. The man was delightfully unshakable.

"Any offensive folk or do we only employ workhands?" My tone still even and my gaze cast to him in the question while I continued to pressure stone with claw.

"Everyone hired for your eventual arrival was fielded for unique battle capability before our hobby work, even myself. It was a strange day that I applied to attend the place and was asked first if I'd ever killed or fought before." I caught him grinning, the war in his spirit enchanted with the nature of me.

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"Hello, how the fuck did she get you in without nuking that stupid hotel?" A woman dressed in loose pants and a braided leather bands over her otherwise naked chest. She had a wildness about her, and on her arms were insulated bite guards... so one of the beast handlers. Someone with the status to be cursing casually with the Grace.

"Not sure if I should say 'intentionally' or 'spitefully' because the Warden was being an ass when I got here and refused to elaborate." Honest answer as I strode up to her, eyes locked together and wild grins pairing with a song of trills and chirps between a dance of interlocked hands and bare feet. There was no physical hesitation between our bodies, a childish tango of flexing muscle and extended limbs making a greeting like we'd known one another from the womb to the marble we now stood.

"You're unlike her, so intuitive and intimate, so much a beast!" Delighted in her tone as she released from our dance, teeth bare in smile and eyes flared with excitement.

"You're unlike any other I've met since I came here yourself!" Equally joyous as knuckles drew lightly down her jaw, readily trusting and deeply connected with her after the impromptu waltzing. The butler was hardly concealing his amusement and approval. "Introduce me to them?"

"Aye, we should take to the pasture next. You're too much for just her, and you need to call in your folk." Half a conversation, she knew I sought to meet the beasts that were gathered for me.

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"The dragon didn't respond to me, or to her. I don't know that you'll have better luck, he just sleeps over there." Tebes, the tamer, was standing with a much more manageable silver pegasus who's blue eyes had assumed a ring of gold on the iris when connecting to me rather than Iridanya. He was stamping his feet and fluttering his wings about the intensity, eager to go on a flight for me and held in place by his muzzle. "We had just brought Amatium here in and the dragon came days later to roost."

"Shh, shh Ama~" Softly as I set my hand to his shoulder, black dapple and stripe markings blooming in his fur and tinting his feathers and mane at the contact. There was a vibrant screaming whinny and Tebes let go of him as I moved in front to grasp his cheeks by the bone, forehead to forehead while he kicked hindlegs and buffeted the pasture with vagrantly darker and stronger wings. Bulk built on him quickly under my influence, a graceful pleasure mount made into a war formal beast before he stopped kicking out his excitement and settled down to heavy breathing. "There we go, there you are. Hello Amatium, my beloved. This vessel suits you I hope?"

The golden eyes of the now apparently feral beast blinked and the head dipped in respect and greeting before he trotted away to adjust to the musculature and weight of meat.

Tebes was much more surprised than I was that the dragon had slithered closer when she took her eyes off the horse.

"Now you don't belong to me, do you darling?" Questioned as I lowered to crouch and the narrow caiman length snout followed, grey and black scales decorated the thing in a rough hide of unsettling symmetries and perfect diamonds.

The four dominant limbs were on the ground as the thing followed me dancing around it, side stepping to let me get a full look while I was listening to it's low throat ques to respond in kind. Wings were absent the beast, but not pricklefur and teeth and frills. A sea dragon by the look of it. Certainly not mine.

"What's your name love? I'm always happy to assume a new friend." Purred my voice rather than Iridanya's... the pasture gave a deep rumble at the impact and Tebes quirked her brow about the need for all of that while I crooned at the dragon.

"Sheebaat." Rattled out in a not-quite-voice from the open maw, showing me the forked tongue and the venom glans as I tilted my head to study his pallid interior. "Sheebaat"

"You are Sheebaat?" Curious as I dared closer, ignoring the hesitant stances that the butler and the beast tamer both assumed. Ready to extract me for being entirely too confident. The dragon replied by letting loose a frustrated howl-wail, thunder cascading in the sky for it before the beast turned unerring silver eyes to me. Gold had begun to streak in it's gaze, accepting me.

"I need your name to seal the connection, beauty. We will know each other as deep." My hand almost touching, grazing the air over his face quills. Patient and fascinated

"Wait - DON'T!" A moment too late the roar from the Castle window came, Lord Vaisen clambering through an open tower window and descending the walls with a flare of alarm in him that incited such athleticism.

Tebes and the butler shifted focus from me to instead intercept the oncoming Lord while my elegant hand touched dragon chin and we both whispered to one another "Pyrifaxius"

Flame in blue and violet for a ten kilometer radius of the place I stood, scales burning off the dragon and form making a grotesque change from snout to tail into human adjacent. Tebes and Vanderbaun took Vaisen with them as they fled the sudden dragonfire, all three presenting various degrees of concern in their expressions as I stood in trance with the beast during his compacting down to a narrow faced humanoid kneeling naked on the scorched earth before me.

He was massive when my hand left his chin, standing tall over me at just over nine feet off sleek muscle wearing the symmetries of his scales in tattoo. Tebe took longer than she needed to to dash over with one of the saddle blankets from the barn for his hips, unabashedly fascinated that he kept his draconic loins and sported such intricate marking on the rich ochre tones of his skin.

“Apologies, the feral state is quite difficult to shed alone. I am Pyrifaxius, and I am here to offer my service to Ilkyr of War.” His tone still mostly hiss and venom as it came off the fork of his tongue through the dark of his lips. He wrapped the blanket around his hips willingly enough, though I didn’t get much sense he cared about being naked on two feet.

“You’re easily forgiven, beauty. Thank you for waiting on my arrival so patiently. You’ll talk with Vanderbaun about accomdations for your needs, and we’ll rejoin in a while. I need to talk with the Lord.” I did not miss the vengeful expression that crossed the dragon’s face at that statement, but he assented with a nod to walk away with the attending beastmaster and butler.

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He walked with me out to the edge of the castle where the trees were thick and our conversation wouldn’t be listened to before he started to talk at all.

"We're married. You'd do well to remember that means something in your position as Grace. I won't have--" He placed a rough hand on my arm and emerald energy skittered out from bare feet, the branches of the nearby trees quivering and the roots creaking an answering warning as wood began to free from deep soil. I cast eyes on his hand first, then with my brow raised my gaze to his face.

"I see. This is why she was bedding a better mate. Take your hand off me or lose it." There was a moment of hesitation, but he did as asked. The moment he wasn't touching me the trees ceased their encroaching and I dusted the sleeve of the robes I wore while standing firmly in front of him. "I am not whoever she was. Your abuse of your position is over, you are the second seat to the Grace. You serve me in matrimony, not the other way around. If you want to continue claiming any position at all in court rather than ground and grave.... you will remember you are second at very best. Are we in understanding, Vaisen?"

"You can't change what's been, and you have no more right than she to--" He began to ague, fury compiling in his muscle and frame.

"Pyrifaxius." The summon in my voice and the mass was there at my side, snarling at the man in front of me and awaiting command.

"Are you threatening me? And with a familiar rather than your own power?" Sneering and looming forward, over me. Quickly reminded by a hiss that he was under the threat of the Dragon whether he wanted to ignore it or not. He shrunk back.

"Amatium." And the hooves landed in thunder before the boughs of the trees tangled in a dome over us and Vaisen. Sound would not be leaving between the leaves or the branches and the only light present was emanated from the stripes of radiance on my skin.

"What is this, Iri?" He was backing up now, a recognition that he was out of escape routes and power, and a realization I was not a creature interested in being argued with.

"I didn't marry you, and I am not Iridanya. I am Ilkyr of the fucking stars and I deal with enough human isolation planets where I am not respected for my position, child of the Edens." I was unfurling my spideresque limbs and exposing my fangs as I spoke, moving to him with more blade like spindles than legs. "You seem like you chose death. Make your final words better than a power play."

"Wait, wait, are you insane?" His piss running down his legs while he staggered yet further back and his hands were on the branches. Those which became vine and vice around his wrists, wood demanding access to vein and dragging out a panicked scream when he ripped free of the carnivorous inclination of the trees.

"I'm a war god. So probably." Agreed as I loomed above him, my familiars poised behind me waiting for command or his move out of my reach.

Before he could run roots shot up his feet through his shoes and my foreclaws slashed open not just his chest but his ribs and with them his lungs. He was dead before he could scream, suspended on two of my limbs for a thorough feasting before he could fall to ground. Fascination colored the expressions of the familiars while I stained my face and robes in viscera.

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I left the scene to my familiars and the trees to tidy up, cleaning the red off myself on my walk to the castle before I strode my way to the library. "Ilkyr, we have guests coming." The butler's voice as I flicked through the family record in the castle library to do with the Der Thordel line. I looked up with a bright smile and my finger pointing at the mother and father recorded. Marta and Falel.

"Them?" Vanderbaun nodded and quirked his brow.

"Them, as in the High Lady Marta Der Thordel and the Warlord of Grace Falel Der Thordel, yes. They've just sent word to us that they'll be here in a few hours." The butler did not seem delighted with my twisted smirk at the news, and he was following my barefoot step with suspicion. He hadn't seen Vaisen in an hour or two already.

"Is there a reason the War house would need to make a sudden visit to the Religion house?" Pressing me for any kind of information as he trailed along behind me into the main hall.

"Tebe, bring the lions in for me." Called out to her where she was half dozing in her breezeway hammock. There was a furrow of her brow, a tilt of her head at my expression and body language. The beast tamer cracked her own mad grin and flung her way to command her charges.

"Vanderbaun, please do me two favors. Do we have a tailor attending?" A shake of his head, and therefore the weave of my Ai into the silk and not-quite cotton on my body, reshaping a battleworthy mail of the fabric and keeping a rank cape on shoulder while hair spun into a bun via thread. "That's fine, this will do. We'll find one and I'll teach them to loom like this. Secondly I'd like you to gather the groundsfolk for me. We'll be taking our guests in the Throne hall. Which way is Lucas?"

"Lucas was... in the western courtyard. He was training, today is a leisure day. No one but myself will be in dress for whatever it is you're planning, not in time for the arrival of the War House." Exhasperated in his tone, thinking of the image of the caste rather than the image of the social move.

"Darling, please -my hand ever lightly on his suit, and a smile reassuring him- I want them dressed as themselves. This is not a place of rank, after all, but of skill and faith. Yes?"

The expression on his face went bone white at the question. He knew exactly why the in-laws were coming after that.

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Into the courtyard to find Lucas trying to tease the cloth off me with a blindfold tied around his head and two daggers in his grasp. Sweat from every pore and his breathing easing in tides through his practice. I recollected my thoughts and cleared my throat.

Ears I had not yet noticed as pointed twitched and he swept the tip of a dagger through the ribbon holding his hair up as well as the blind around his eyes, focus sharp on me.

"You're... also divine." Acknowledged with a bow of my head and a gesture of respect from my right arm. "Forgive me for this morning. May I know what was said?"

"I told Iridanya the bruises had to stop. She was... covered in them. The moment before you came into her body she was broken at cheek and arm and leg. Bones. She said 'I have to go back to him'. And then she was you." He grit his teeth and spat on the courtyard ground, averting his eyes from me. "I was shocked at the way everything about her changed. The fear left her body and so did the brokenness."

"I came in somewhat uninformed of those facts. You fielded that well given the change. May I count you as an ally and perhaps ask you to take throne with me?" I watched the words process twice... three times. His face scrunched, slacked... firmed and furrowed... and slacked again into a blank stare of realization.

"You murdered him. That's why he hasn't been seen for hours posturing around the halls and gloating." Dull in his voice.

"There are soon to be consequences for my actions. I'm gathering the present attending to the throne hall, would you like to have a seat in the throne beside his?" Asked without missing a beat or any of my enthusiasm.

"You're insane." Softly after he sheathed his daggers and put his fingers up into his hair, showing those points again and giving into the mad grin I was getting used to seeing in these hallowhalls. "You're going to start a war with the Der Thordels. What have you done with his body?"

"There was nothing left, and they will prove no crime here. But we will mount a war anyway, I seek to cull the weak branch of Grace." An offer of my hand and Iridanya's smile, something in the dark eyes of him going between feral and quite unabashedly possessive. We left the courtyard hand in hand toward the throne room and convened with forty of the most clearly powerful exhibits of personality and figures I could fathom. I spoke my realization as I counted weapons with heads. "She's been preparing to do this for years, hasn't she?"

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"Lady Ilkyr, they will arrive soon. Folks, positions." Vanderbaun again, his gloved hands gesturing that the gaggle of seated, leaning and noisy castle attending in their tribal and casual wear split like a sea. His power in the fact they did, cleanly down the middle with twenty on the west hall side and twenty on the east, arranged according to the lands they came from and with their weapons of choice fastened loosely in their holsters.

Faces of various warpaint arrays stared the regal walk from cathedral door to Throne stage, where I lounged in my pants and cape upon the king seat and Lucas propped himself lazily upon my former throne. The butler brought us red wine and a platter of fresh red fruits were laid on the stage between us, cherries, rose petals and all manner of deep red berries strewn crushed across the pale white rug that ran the length of the black slate floor. When they came in, his mother screeched at the very moment she recognized me in his seat.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SON?" Howling and falling to her knees in her billowing court skirt, already grieving, already wounded.

Her husband took better stock of the image of the hall, assessing his enemy. Measuring the distance and the gauntlet, holding fast to kneel with his wife and hold her delicate hand where they were. He whispered to her for a moment, squeezing her hand while I luxuriated in a melon that ran blood red juices down my chin to stain my fancy dress. "Does he hit you, Lady Der Thordel? I wonder this because your son was hitting me for the past 14 years. It kept me from lending an heir, from providing for the Holy Grace. I was ruined by your son and I truly hope he learned such from his father, that you might be spared." The speech falling out easily, and the line of my attending who had not been explicitly told what nature of bullshit we were on turning their heads in unison to the throne, already putting grip to weapons.

I stood.

They paused.

Lucas held his breath and I heard the cherry in his hand pop.

I started the level pace of an executioner walking the red stained path.

As I walked the sobbing woman shut up, her eyes going blank and darting to her husband. In the turn of her head I saw the swell of her cheek. And back to me, her body trembling while I paced as patient as death and with all the grace of any god she had ever praised. In me was salvation, I watched fear finally take ice into her husband when I passed the tenth row of my people.

"He has always struck me, Your Grace..." Admitted breathless. She was struck for it, hard enough she went unconscious beside him.

When he tried to turn and run he found the doors closed.

When he tried to gather her for hostage he found the snarl of a full grown lion to stagger him backwards.

I did not change my pace, although my arm lifted and the light in the hall was drawn out, shadow beckoned despite the sun while every thread and mote of illumination came to the call of my hand in the form of a curved longsword.

"I want you to know, this is for me. It has nothing to do with mercy for your wife. A grudge about your son. This is because you have the audacity to pray to me." I had the sword under his chin, and his skin was blistering from the heat. "Name me."

"Ilkyr." Fin. With a sear his head was severed and it rolled upon the rug, cauterized so his body nor his neck bled.

#wargod things #idk if I'll chronicle more of this #excerpt from a book i'll never write

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pjo-hoo-nextgen · 4 years

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Do the nextgen kids that live at Camp Jupiter have the tattoo?

Very good question! And yes, they do, but they were given a choice as to whether or not they wanted one. Eli was all for it but Thia was a bit more hesitant. Ultimately she decided on getting the tattoo and is kind of proud of it though she doesn’t draw a lot of attention to it.

#asks #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #next gen #thia grace #eli zhang

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sailorbryant · 2 years

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I am dreading go home for the holidays so much I literally have lost the ability to sleep

#i just cant do it #i cant listen to hours upon hours of how well my brother is doing in rehab #while getting told what a useless failure i am over and over again but fedex somehow screwed up getting a tv to me #that i didnt want or ask for #i am just too stressed to deal with thia #we shouldnt have christmas and thanksgivjgn so close together #there should be a grace period so i can forget how much i hate going home and actually start to miss mt family agaun

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sanguineswanqueen · 4 years

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This was in my suggested gifs and it looks like off brand captain swan

#supergirl #Ouat #Anti cs #By the grace of god thank you for never putting thia on my dash #She looks truly repulsed #I'm not actually sure this is supposed to be romantic #But...?

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sighonahurricane · 3 years

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*blinks slowly, twice, with a mouth slightly open* I want you in that pool right now, no clothes needed. You can start with that nice blouse of yours. *throws finished cig away, clears throat* But let me tell you something important first. *leans slowly towards your ear, a short dramatic pause* there is no fucking pool in this goddamn house. 😐

**leans towards your ear** now let ME tell you something, Mr.Shelby *pulls out a gun* I'M AN AGENT OF THE CROWN AND CAN USE FORCE AND WEAPONS WHEN NEEDED

#😭😭 I'm sorry mr.shelby this is what I was told to do #alsoo I'm pretty sure thia didn't break your heart because you were not in love with me or any thing #but #flashbacks??#💀💀#anon breezeblocks #aaahhhh I've wated to do this for sometime now😂😂😂😂#season1 grace was better than all the other season graces #yeah I don't like her but still #also I went to sleep because it was past 2am here and I was done with the day #sorraayyy to have kept your ask waiting for so long!#it was a good anon. you were a good tommy♥️

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luvvwins · 2 years

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let's just take a moment to reflect on not me.

the show was going to be popular no matter what, because it had offgun in it. BUT it took what could have been just another BL show and it MADE A DIFFERENCE.

• it featured an openly trans character, not as a joke but just as a person.

• it seriously tackled topics like disability and lgbtq+ inequality, corruption, capitalism, politics.

• it featured actual activists that are constantly trying to make a change.

and so much more. And none of this would have been possible without the brilliant mind of P'Nuchy. So thank you to P'Nuchy for truly gracing us with a masterpiece.

No show is perfect, and we can't love everyone. But the ACTING™ was amazing. The ACTING™ was what made the audience invested.

Nuch, Namo, Eugene may have not been main characters, but the show was wouldn't have survived without them. They gave us powerful women, and loyal friends. They showed us that they didn't need a man to give them substance, they themselves were substance.

Gumpa, Gram, Dan, Yok and Todd. Despite my *feelings* towards Gram, he was loyal. He stood by his friends and the people he cared about (for the most part), and he believed in his cause. Dan was the character that needed to exist. The character that had everything going for him but had to give it away to protect his loved ones. Gumpa, this man actually deserves an award for dealing with these absolute idiots. The advisor that we all need in our life. Yok, MY BABY YOK, the loose-canon that is actually everyone's baby. First SLAYED as Yok. He made Yok the greatest, sluttiest, artist out there and when he cried, we all cried with him. Really though, no one could've have done thia the way First did. AND THEN TODD. THIS ABSOLUTE MOTHER. He was best kind of villain, the villain that you just kinda have a crush on.

And finally...our dear OffGun. I've talked a lot about Gun so let's just talk about Off for a second. I feel like Off doesn't always get the beat roles, so I feel like we haven't really seen the extent of his acting ability...but he did and AMAZING job as Sean. He really got the chance to shine in a character that had a lot of meat and bones and I am so proud to say he was so good!

And then there is Gun who is literally amazing and we love him and HE IS AN ACTOR™. He truly convinced me that two different people were playing the twins. He was so different for both characters and that was AMAZING. He is AMAZING.

Overall thoughts: fav character was Yok, fav scene was Todd and Black's scene in episode 13, biggest plot twist was grameugene because what the hell, and the highlight of the series was seanwhite under the Pride flag.

#mayaluvvs #not me #not me the series #offgun #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #papang phromphiriya #mond tanutchai #first kanaphan #fluke gawin caskey #sing harit #toddblack #seanwhite #gramblack #danyok

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thesmutbasement · 2 years

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Welcome to It's All Greek To Me: Alpha/Beta/Omega fics to get your blood pumping!

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL author warnings when you click a link.

Din Djarin/Mando ("The Mandalorian")

It's All About What You Want Part 1 and Part 2 by @thirstworldproblemss (The world of this fic is so well-drawn, the Reader character is so layered and nuanced, and the dynamic and the tension between Mando and Reader is so carefully constructed, that by the time you get to the big payoff it feels like you've seen a real-life romance come to fruition! I fell hard for this fic... HARD! -Claire)

Frankie "Catfish" Morales ("Triple Frontier")

Triple Frontier Pack Blurbs and Triple Frontier Pack Blurbs: Heat by @clydesducktape (Blurbs/HC about the TF boys as A/B harem pack with Reader insert Omega. Can I just say that this is HOT?? And whenever Thia graces us with more, I am HERE FOR IT. Seriously, I need this. Where can I get more of this? Asking for a friend... ;) -Claire

To be continued…

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

#18+ friends only #the smut basement #it's all greek to me #a/b/o fics

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zukkaoru · 2 years

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me vs. figuring out how i can set my short story for my fiction writing class in the same universe as the rest of my OCs

#i think i have it figured out :)))#i also might have an excuse to include baby thia in this story #and by 'baby thia' i really mean thia when she's like 14 #it's POSSIBLE i could have joy logan and francis show up at some point too but i'll only pull them in if i need to #anyway i am many thoughts head full and vv excited for this story #hello grace here

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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C l a i r. De. L u n e

Pairing : angel reader x banished angel jaemin.

Genre : plotless comedy, fluff, mutual pinning

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: it's suweeeet. Mentions of fire, hell.

Prompt : mmm..it's warm

A/n : part of SEXC WRITERS COLLAB consisting of members - @raibebe , me and @ncteaxhoe

This fic is dedicated to the doyoung to this haechan, rai @raibebe ! 🤍💚🤍💚🤍💚💚

Thank you for beta reading @lofied . God bless whatsapp!

Perched on the soft and velvety enchanted cloud, you consciously fluttered your legs, letting your naked toes play with the flowing water. In the middle of the majestic ocean, the spotlight of the moonlight drenched your pristine white wings in the ruthless glow as if it had been waiting for your arrival only. It has been many moons since you last visited this entrance to the human world. Until last month,at the break of the darkness, every day, you and jaemin had been flying away from your home to this place to allow yourself a taste of thia foreign sphere that your serene, plain, disciplinary realm never provided and today you were here, waiting for the same boy just to see his face, a sentiment, that according to you,wasn’t worthy of being revealed.

Nevaeh realm was indeed and quite literally a dreamer’s paradise but for younglings like you and jaemin, it lacked the delight and colour that oh so beautiful underground Nrub realm's fires showed. You attributed your attraction for that fiery hell to the white and cream that engulfed you in tranquil and also because it seemed unattainable for you, just like the thought of underground was supposed to be for all the unsullied beings. All things considered, underground was forbidden for everything pure, including you and jaemin. But nobody remembers the last time jaemin had listened and the last time you had made any attempt to stop him.

Eyes lost in the depths of the sea, you felt your right wing folding itself into your waist. Pausing your movements, craning your neck, you saw jaemin flapping his grey wings, a captivating smile wrinkling his nose in some unknown shape.

Grey?

You tilted your torso a little more to look at his ruined feathers.

"What in the fairies have you done to these beauties?" eyes widened in disbelief, you queried.

Shooting you his infamous fake pouty bunny teeth, he responded as his hands danced every way to exaggerate his pain,

"The underground isn't a place for angels”, he spoke with a nasal voice, “The smoke spares none. You should be glad you are seeing me in full piece."

"I thought you would have been roasted by now but you look completely fine."

The sarcasm in your voice was nothing new for him but he had begun to miss it. Awfully! Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined being at the other end of mother angel’s wrath.

Of all the younglings, him only?

Jaemin had been banished to the gates of underground for a few months as a penalty. Penalty for throwing mystic snowballs at the youngest son of the devil, which resultantly had him sick for a week.

"Make space for me." He pleaded and rolling your eyes, you extended the cloud seat with one twirl of your finger.

Oh how much he missed his baby magic!

"No one makes better clouds than you!" He exclaimed before sitting on the squashy seat but the sigh of relief that escaped him was something unexpected.

"What is it now?" Annoyed, you questioned.

"Even the underground gates are hotter for my buttocks. I don’t know how Johnny survives being the gatekeeper of that hellish place. It’s impossible to breathe in there, my wings are dirty, i’m grey, my hair have ashes in them, I no more look pretty, the little spawns make fun of me at any possible chance they get and because I can’t get past the first door, they don’t even hesitate while calling me brutal names!” he cried out with a pout.

"who had told you to play with him in the first place. their souls are weaker than ours jaem. Just because we can endure a little heat doesn-

"yangyang shouldn't have been wandering on the common grounds in the first place so it’s not my fault that i forgot about their souls or whatever. Nobody said a word to him but this beautiful boy was sent off without any apology!”

A giggle left your lips at his dramatics. He really had the audacity of acting like the purest being, which he undoubtedly was but he couldn’t look at his broken record of being a nuisance to the whole realm. Along with you and jungwoo of course.

“This cloud is so fluffy. No wonder you make the bestest clouds y/n” at the repeated praise, you straightened your back. Spreading your wings in their full glory, you proudly addressed him,

“Angel y/n, division third and rank second, jaem.”

“WHAT NO! CHEATER. WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?”

“ha.ha. when you were busy being the assistant of johnny.”

Right then, you made a mental note for sending a gratitude gift for johnny. Had he burnt your letter, jaemin would have never met you today.

“THAT’S NOT FAIR. YOU ARE EARNING RANKS AND WHAT AM I DOING? EATING DUST?”

his statement turned your head towards his wings. The dirty ones. Raising your finger, you ordered him,

“get up. Let me clean your feathers first.”

“no!” he shouted again, “they’ll know I went out and Johnny would be in trouble with mother angel.”

Realisation dawned on your face and you slouched down, hands finding solace in your lap.

“I thought you were getting toasted. You seem to be happy with that johnny. Don’t you miss playing with us?”

The disappointment in your lyrics was patent and he felt something tugging his insides, something he had felt many times before and had chosen to ignore it each time.

A smile graced his lips watching your romantic face sparkling like the sheet of stars that he adored so much. ludicrous was his love for you, as jungwoo explained and he loved nothing more than being a fool for you.

“how can I be fine when that small place feels like those thousand firecrackers we once saw on this earth.”

“and you smell like that orange food place we visited once.”

“oh yeah? give me your hand!”

You screamed at him but he gripped your hand and planted it on his feathers instead.

“that’s how I feel when I’m toasting in there!”

“mmmh…it’s warm!”

Surprised, you immediately retracted your hand and hugged it closer to your chest.

“see! I’m not joking.” His lips were twisted grimly as he said those words. However tempting the other side was, he still didn’t belong there. it wasn’t home.

“let’s have a competition”

“what?”

Conjuring a few pebbles, you handed him half of them.

“stone skipping!"

Stilling the water just right for the skipping, you started with your stones and chuckles filled the quiet night with much needed happiness.

“is your butt cool enough now.”

Mindlessly, you asked.

“yeah. thanks to you, it is.”

Heaven: nevaeh , burn : nrub 😂 I'm not that creative plzzz🍿

A 🤏 feedback is always appreciated lovelies.

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