#three plates of the same thing god bless

[ladyofthenoodle]

marinette

girl

what are you eating???

#three plates of the same thing god bless #any other character say it was an animation error but not her #fully believe that adrien started talking to marinette and she just filled up 3 plates of this on autopilot #marinette: alya this is why i have to get over adrien. i haven’t eaten a single vegetable since he was allowed in the cafeteria #miraculous ladybug #illusion #noodling

[01zfan]

understanding my faith pt. 4 | l. at

church boy!anton x fem. reader | 3.3k words

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANTON! this is a compilation of a few requests and some other things i got in my inbox heh. also looked it up out of curiosity and anton actually was born on a sunday LMFAO?

contains: religious imagery and metaphors

umf: part one | part two | part three | part four

anton was born on a sunday. it was the first warm day of the season, marking the unofficial start of spring. anton heard the stories of the sun breaking through the storm clouds in the middle of the sermon. the congregation watched in silence as the beam of light casted through the stained glass to shine on the podium. it was then, as if lit on fire by the light that his mother began wailing. despite having a swollen stomach underneath unnecessary layers of clothes she still attended church passionately. 

she got up from the pew and stumbled towards the exit, hand on her stomach while groaning in pain. many rushed to her aide but the beam of light was faster. it shined on her back, and when it disappeared behind another cluster of clouds a screaming baby was left in its place. anton was birthed in the aisle between two rows of pews while his mother was surrounded by confused parishioners. 

if anton’s mom was treated like the virgin mary then anton was baby christ. he was too young to remember the offerings he received en masse. envelopes full of cash were slipped into his carseat and everyone constantly offered to hold him. anton had fleeting memories of people coming to him when he could first form full sentences, asking for guidance or for his well wishes. that was when he was still mischievous—prayers came with the small price of chocolate or banana milk.

every year when anton’s birthday came around, his church celebrated . when anton was younger he believed his congregation was celebrating him. but there was no cake, only food that received blessings from the bible. none of his friends were there, only people from his flock. he wasn’t at the arcade where he wanted to be, instead surrounded by trees and log cabins. anton received no gift he truly wanted. when he wanted the newest action figure he only got lessons on how to fish and forage for food. 

by the time he was fifteen, anton dreaded seeing his birthdate on the calendar. a whole weekend gone every year, lost in the woods on an unnecessary church retreat. over time, anton started filling in the gaps of the story he heard through the grapevine. the story was beautiful and meant alot to the church, but he could tell their were aspects of the sotry that didn’t fit the narrative. his mother would grimace and shake her head anytime anton tried to dig deeper. there was still a red stain in the carpet of the nave, where it seeped through and painted the wood crimson. anton imagined his mother’s frightened face—he’s now the same age she was when she gave birth for her entire world to see.

the more gaps in the story that were filled the more anton felt sympathy for his mother. he was always a dutiful son and loyal member to the church. he never complained about having to go into the woods during his birthday weekend. but when he realized what it took from his mother every year he started making the effort to vocalize how grateful he was. he was the first one to offer up his skills in fishing and led prayer. he listened to the prayers of people who still remembered that anton was a gift from god. 

anton was twenty now and this trip was different. he was truly grateful beaming like the same light that shined down on his mother. he was grateful because he got to break bread with you, even if you sat on the opposite end of the table. he stole glances at you over the plates of fish and fruit, and raised the blood of christ in your direction. the fear of being caught again should’ve taught you two a lesson. a random face in the crowd whispered to anton after the night in the parking lot, saying that she knew what had happened. 

“cursed for the same fate like your mother.” she sneered.

the blood drained from anton’s face when hearing her words. you were there behind him, backing his voice the same way you did when performing for the church. you came to his defense, puffing your chest and shaking your head.

denial fell from your lips quickly, and anton blindly corroborated. your words were confident but anton could see the tremor in your hands and the way your pupils shook. you were both lucky that the woman was silenced, saying something along the lines that she will be held in the good graces of anton’s parents from now on. 

a week had passed and you two haven’t let yourselves be in the same room together since. it was a test for the both of you, about temptation and if the chance of getting caught was worth it. anton learned that he didn’t care, and that you cared even less. 

there were short moments in the days leading up to the retreat. anton following you as you passed him in the hallway, slipping notes when you would join hands to sing hymns. anton barely got the chance to touch you anymore and it had an effect on him. anton would usually be able to hold his wants at bay, but lack of contact made him desperate. a simple look from you sat at the forefront of his mind. he spent the rest of the day finding your name in hymns and the separate letters that spelled your name in the bible. 

he would never tell you, but at his lowest he went into the confessional booth alone and thought of you. in the darkness of the booth he could see the last night you spent together. in the shadows he was able to project the image of his car windows fogging and the way it rocked back and forth. when anton remembered your clammy hand pressed on his broad chest he couldn’t stop his own hand. he touched himself in the cramped space of the booth. his knees pressed to the wooden walls, with so much force that they creaked. the sound drowned out his grunts and the wet sound of him fucking his hand. he imagine you on your knees in front of him in prayer when he made a mess over his knuckles and slacks. he slumped in the booth, looking through the small holes trying to come to terms with what he had done. anton was able to rationalize his actions—it was easy to ask for forgiveness when he was already here.

“forgive me father for i have sinned.” anton said quietly to himself.

he had gotten too used to saying that phrase. he had to say it nearly every night leading up to the trip. he couldn’t keep his hands off himself when he thought of you. the problem only compounded while being here. he was alone in his cabin, the one single gift he got for his birthday. while he was alone, he got the chance to do anything he wanted. he spent that time thinking of you, and what he would do to you when you got the chance to finally be together again.

anton laid on his duvet in only his boxers. he stared at the fan above him, how it did slow revolutions. anton barely felt air circulating in the room even though the room felt like it was closing in on him. trying to control his breath didn’t work, the harder he tried the more desperate he became. he could almost hear your breathy moans as he pinched the fabric of his boxers in his hand. he unnecessarily teased himself the whole trip. he had worked himself up the whole trip as some sort of punishment. anton only had to touch his thigh lightly to have his dick twitching in his underwear. the tent in his pants obstructed his vision when he looked down, and if he stared at it for too long he would twitch again.

anton had almost given in when he heard a rock tap on his window. he was so inside of his mind that he didn’t hear what was going on around him. he could only hear your voice and see your face. he imagined you crawling up his body, your weight causing craters in the mattress that caused his body to lean. anton could barely move in this position, only breathe heavily as the vision of your face got closer and closer to his. when your lips ghosted over his the sound of a tiny pebble was heard again. 

anton shot up in his bed, pulled from his trance. he could feel the precum seeping through the cotton of his underwear and his body already felt weak. he had half a mind when the tiny sound filled his room again. his head found the sound, and he grabbed a folded blanket off his bed to hide his weakness for you as he got off the bed. 

timid steps took him to his cabin window, and he could see you on the other side of the glass. the blanket was forgotten on the ground as anton lifted his window. anton didn’t hesitate to take out the screen of the window so he could fully lean part of his body out. he should’ve looked from side to side quickly to check that you weren’t followed, but he only saw you.

“what are you doing here?” anton whispered.

you smiled before walking closer to his window.

“it’s your birthday.” you said simply.

anton nodded, still looking at you. you got on your tiptoes, and anton leaned so far down that your foreheads touched.

“can i come inside?” you asked. 

any part of anton that would’ve denied had left him a long time ago. all that was left was you in his mind, and how you looked up at him from your position outside. he nodded and reached his hands out to grab yours. when your hold on his hands was tight enough he used a portion of his strength to help you through the open space in his window.

you didn’t need his help. you cleared most of the way, but you couldn’t stop yourself from stumbling trying to regain your balance. anton held you close, stumbling with you until you both steadied. he had your arms pressed to your chest, constricting you in a way that left you looking up to him helplessly. anton could tell you felt all of him when your eyes widened and your nails dug into your palm. you took a glance down. past the place where your two bodies touched antons hard dick pressed into your torso.

“did you miss me?” you asked.

“breaking bread with you wasn’t enough.” anton said quietly.

“are you giving into temptation?” you ask, tilting your head.

your words are playful as your eyes drift to anton’s lips. he is serious when he speaks, pulling you closer into him. 

“can you feel it?” anton whispers.

you nod your head, and quickly peer behind anton to find the bed. the walk back to the bed is slow. neither of you kiss, only breathe in heavily as you find your footing. 

by the time you both find it there’s no use. the back of anton’s legs hit the soft edges of his mattress, causing him to fall backwards. you stay upright, and your eyes stay on the tent still in anton’s pants. he lets you feast on him as he backs up further on the bed, until he can lay his full body down comfortably. 

anton watches you get undressed at the foot of his bed. you take off each article of clothing slowly, your pants pool at your ankles and you toss your shirt to anton. he grabs it and brings it to his face, breathing in all he can take. you watch mesmerized on the other end, mouth agape when he thrusts upwards into nothing. anton’s cheeks turn rosy but he is not embarrassed. he continues to let his hips jerk and his dick twitch. you both break bread for the second time that night, feeding off eachother’s reactions.

when you can’t take it anymore, you crawl onto the bed. the same way in anton’s visions, a grueling slow pace where your body is almost touching his. anton forces himself to be still. not only does he have to be ready to take whatever you give him, but he is also afraid if he moves too much the cliff he’s balancing on will disappear underneath his feet. so he stays still as your eyes travel from the tent in his pants to  the hair on his head.

you were on your knees beside anton’s body, leaned over until your clothed chest touched his. anton felt one of your hands start at his knuckles, freeing his hand from the hold it had on his boxers. you place his palms facing upright. anton slightly shook his head—he was not strong enough to be so vulnerable in his sensitive state underneath you. you nodded your head and pressed your wet lips to his ear.

“i will never leave you nor forsake you.” you whispered.

anton took a deep breath, swallowing his pride and kept his palms facing towards the ceiling.

“you are blessed.” you said underneath your breath.

this is when anton nods in agreement. the way you touch his palm and drag your hand up his arm makes anton think he is favored by something bigger than himself. when your hand glides across his collarbones and up his neck anton’s hand snaps to grab you at your elbow. the sudden movement causes you to pause, and you look down at him. anton’s eyes feel wet as he looks up at you. his dick twitches and he can feel it getting even harder. the tent in his pants moves as his heavy dick slaps against his stomach. the thought of you touching him fills his mind, so much that anton has the urge to flip you over.

“it’s been so long.” anton chokes out. 

you nod and grab his hand that rests on the bed. you look down between your two bodies, looking past his dick that weeps for your attention to find his hand. you lift it slowly, until anton’s palm cups your heat. you sigh heavily and he indulges himself for a second, pressing a finger to your panties to feel the wet spot. you close your eyes briefly and press your forehead against anton’s.

“i waited for you for years, so why do i feel like this after a week?” you ask.

anton can’t bring himself to mention sin at a time like this. he had built an understanding that sin was just a reworked virtue. lust was a product of his never ending love and his need to please you. it was a gift to be with you, and lust helped him explore aspects of your union in the private spaces you two created. so anton lets of a breath and guides your hand to his heavy dick. it twitches upwards, looking for your warmth before you can even touch him. when you grab his length with conviction over the fabric of his boxers anton thrusts into your fist. his free hand guides one of your legs over his body. once you straddle him you let your body rest into him fully. you pull your hand away from his dick to replace it with your clothed heat.

“you can feel all of me soon.” you say quickly.

“i can’t wait any longer.” anton whimpers.

anton’s hand was still selfishly placed on your center. he worked his way up, until it was just a singular finger pressing slightly into your clit. all of his restraint went into not rubbing revolutions on the sensitive bundle of nerves. but anton knew you well enough to know that giving you a inch made you take a mile. he knew that you would be trying your best to chance after the dull sensation of a finger pressed to your clit that it would drive you to rut your hips into his. 

anton responded just as desperate, chasing the feeling of his stiff dick having nowhere to go. he wanted to feel you wrapped around him while he got lost in the halls of your labyrinth. but anton didn’t want to stop seeing your chest jump in the confines of your bra while you pressed your hips into his with a reckless abandon.

“i’ll make this your best birthday.” you gasp.

your breathing started to become heavy and anton was reduced to actions. he nodded, showing you how grateful he was for you but moved a hand to your ass to press you on his dick. he needed more so much more that he would bare the burden to cum in his pants like he had never been touch before. all he needed you to do was keep swiveling your hips and place wet kisses on his face.

anton was thankful you knew what he needed. the way you always took care of him made a stone form in his throat. when you kissed his jawline anton couldn’t hold back.

“i’m sorry. i can’t wait any longer.” he whimpered.

you only continued moving your hips the same way, feeling your slick and anton’s precum mix on the fabric of your underwear. 

“don’t be sorry.” you said clearly.

you kissed his forehead and pulled him up, so you guys were both sitting upwards on the bed. the position change confused anton, but you started leading him. you alternated between bounding and grinding on his dick, and anton’s hands on your side helped you with how much pressure he needed. anton’s held tilted back, and he focused on the fans slow moving blades. your quiet moans were gentle like the air circulating in his room, and the gentle bed creaks put anton in a trance.

your hand on his face brought anton back to reality. he had you on top of him, and your eyebrows were knit the same way they were when you were trying to read latin. your mouth opened and anton took it as an invitation to place his lips on yours.

he could only slip his tongue into your mouth for a second before he felt the coil in the pit of his stomach wind again. he pulled away from you as it twisted all around his body, and he pulled you in when it snapped. anton felt his heavy dick strain against the fabric as he whimpered into the crook of your neck. you moaned while still riding him, and a pulling hand in anton’s hair prolonged the feeling across his body.

“i love you.” anton muttered over and over again.

“i love you too.” you mumbled back.

you followed shortly after him, pulling away so you could rest your hands on anton’s calves. he watched your abs flex as you continued to swivel your hips. all anton had to do was press that same finger to your clit to make you freeze. the wet spot on your panties from anton’s cum became darker as your legs shook around him. your eyes screwed shut and you instinctually turned your head away from anton to bite down on your shoulder. it kept you quiet enough to avoid the walls that had ears. 

“my angel.” anton cooed.

you could only whine in response, and shake your head when anton teased you over your underwear. you pushed him back onto the bed, and you let all of your body weight rest on anton’s chest. you could feel his dick soften between your two bodies. when the cold wetness of your underwear made you shift, anton kept you pressed to his chest with a strong arm on your back.

anton laid with you until sunday came. both of you were so tired, so spent from time apart that you laid together in silence. you both watched to fan slowly rotate in the darkness until it was illuminated in the morning light. you left, this time through the front door and after kissing anton for every year he’s blessed the earth. 

#requestz #seriez: sacrilegious #seriez: understanding my faith #01zfan: anton #anton smut #riize smut

[thehillsofattica]

You, who is loved by god

Prologue to a series of interconnected events.

Set in Ancient Greece.

Rating: 16+ (Brief description of blood and gore)

Character/s: Sika Madu

Pairing/s: Sika Madu x reader

Tag: @eluxcastar

A hundred years of undeath turns into two hundred, two turns to three, and three turns to four.

You once thought his affections for you were a joke, an inside joke meant to tease you by people who once treasured you because you were favoured. All you really wanted was to survive in this unfamiliar world you once read in a story, and so with little choice, you stuck with the strongest.

You too once thought it would be alright, that you would be brushed off as insignificant and unchosen and left to die by the hands of time like you desired— something natural. Something that was normal.

And yet, here you stand.

Four hundred years and alive and young and well but not quite a living corpse like the rest of who he deemed worthy to be chosen.

No longer a slave, and your memories of your original world being nothing more than distant lifetimes away, you were a princess now, wife to a prince, and wife to a monster that’s somewhat of a friend. You hate him and cannot hate him at the same time because you know the truth behind all the atrocities committed by his hand; you do not condone them, and yet you cannot condemn him.

“My beloved wife.” Sika warmly addresses you as you move to sit across from him for dinner. He doesn’t really quite need to eat— blood is what he needs, not human sustenance like the luxurious meal laid in front of you, something you need and one of the few things that tethered you to humanity aside from your beating heart and warm body.

“Hello, beloved.” You barely get the last word out through gritted teeth. It was a rather strange term to refer to him despite the outward nature of your relationship. Three centuries of being bound to him and multiple weddings for every lifetime you had to endure coming back to him, and still, you couldn’t really see him that way. Marriage was a strange affair no matter the time period, and in these times, even more so.

He seems to be relatively pleased with your response as he gestures to the food, he too eats from his own plate. He’s not too interested in knowing what went on with your day as you spent it idly. It’s his fault for having given you nothing to do other than the pile of scrolls and books, ink and quill, and a loom you didn’t quite use as much as the books. You eat the food and find that it’s been cooked how you liked it back when you were a servant and made meals yourself. Was this perhaps his way of a peace offering for not giving you enough activities to stall your boredom?

Neither of you really speak, aside from a question and an answer here and there, as you dine to your heart’s content. You look up at as you place food inside of your mouth and find him absentmindedly touching his throat, and you sigh.

“I’ll have Lyra purchase you a boy.” You tell him. You’re not bothered by the thought of buying slaves now, and in a distant thought, you think that back then, when you were younger, it would have disgusted you. Especially for this purpose, as if you were buying a bag of milk to feed to your husband rather than perhaps a child, barely an adult, to be drained of blood. Briefly, you wondered if you’d be the same way as him if you had accepted his offer to “godhood” back then, no longer being able to enjoy the simpler things and looking at people he’s speaking to as beasts and food rather than beings with their thoughts and feelings.

Sika Madu’s offer of “godhood” meant damnation more than a blessing to you. You shudder, and the thought gradually disappears from your head after dinner.

Like you promised, you had one of your handmaidens— Lyra, purchase your husband a boy. No one in your villa questioned your husband’s odd choices or what he does with the people he’s ordered them to obtain. No one’s bothered to bring up what they had to dispose of either, and once again, you are reminded that the morals of your time and your world do not apply to this one.

You feel bad for the child, you really do, but you don’t do anything about it as he’s washed and presented to your husband. He smiles at the child, greets him warmly and gently gestures for the new boy to come closer, pale fangs peeking from delicate pink lips and golden eyes crinkling at the edges.

It’s twisted, you think as the boy approaches him, unaware of what will come next as Sika looks at you, then down at the boy in his arms— you look away the moment he opens his mouth, and once more, you hear the gurgle, the wet sound of someone choking on their own blood and a child’s strangled, shrill scream.

No one outside of your villa, or even in the hallways, seems to hear it.

And that night too, Sika Madu proclaims his love for you in a wet, bloody kiss. The unpleasant scent and taste of iron only serves to remind you of your differences.

#Owari no Seraph x reader #seraph of the end #ONS x reader #Shikama Doji x reader #Sika Madu x reader #seraph of the end x reader #SOTE x reader

[pedges]

“joel “tex mex is better than anything southern california has to offer” miller “

okay…but i need them to fight on who has the better mexican food (it’s California)

NO BECAUSE. i got tears in my eyes hold on latino joel miller got a vice grip on me

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“you angelinos got the biggest gotdamn heads, i swear,” joel is grumbling, almost like he doesn’t want you to hear, but you do anyways. he’s sitting there, stabbing his food with his fork like it owes him money, a furrow between his brow and the cutest little pout on his lips. it’s a bit entertaining if you’re being quite honest, because you do this every once in a while just to push his buttons and get a good giggle in. it works—every. single. time.

“s’not my fault you can’t accept the truth,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders. if he looks at you, and you’re wearing an innocent, impish little grin, well, it’s only because he’ll kiss you twice as hard later on. “i’m not saying it’s bad, joel, just not as good.”

“which is the same as calling it bad.” joel is hard and sturdy as he speaks, but he’s not being mean—you know that. he does just the same sometimes when he riles you up by telling you the astros are better than the dodgers. which isn’t true, you tell him, and his smirk is always as cocky as the one you’re wearing now.

“pobrecito. it’s okay to admit you’re wrong sometimes, mi amor,” you coo. you reach over for his hand and giggle when he swats it away. “you’ve never even had los angeles mexican food, or been part of the la versus san diego debate—so, really i don’t think you have room to talk.”

“‘mi amor,’” he mocks, but you can see the way the pet name makes his eyes soften. it’s minuscule, but you’ve got a keen enough eye to tell. that, and hours of looking at joel’s face has trained you well. “you think i won’t book a ticket to lax right now just to prove you wrong?”

your grin grows as your raise your brows at joel. “you’re bluffing.”

“you’re messin’ with the wrong texan, little girl,” he says, setting his fork down so he can cross his arms and stare you down. you have to ignore the tingles that run up your spine just because this has gone to a completely different level. you don’t falter.

“okay, do it then,” you challenge.

“okay.”

“okay.”

—

the flight to los angeles is three and a half hours long.

sarah, tommy, and god be your witness—

when you’re sitting in some hole in the wall in the middle of east los angeles, grinning from ear to fucking ear, you’re sure joel is going to murder you (or at least something akin to it) later on if the stone faced glare he’s wearing is anything to go off of. that, and the clean plates in front of all three of the millers. (tommy is muttering something about how it’s time for mimis, poor thing.)

but god bless whoever’s abuela is back in the kitchen, because you also know this means you were right.

“say it.” you let out a hmph, arms crossed triumphantly over your chest. “say i was right.”

“cállate,” joel grits. the corners of his lips twitch though, and you smile even wider. “you’re so damn lucky you’re cute.”

you snort, lean over to kiss his cheek, and yeah—you were right.

-

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(something something sarah says the astros are in town something something joel loses a bet)

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou fanfiction #drabble #TEARS IN MY EYES!!!! #JOEL FLYING TO LOS ANGELES JUST TO BE RIGHT AND THEN NOT BEING RIGHT #MOST EXPENSIVE ARGUMENT EVER! #before June sees this: sorry June #for the record I am not a dodgers fan I am an angels fan and I will not be accepting any criticism

[wonder-in-wings]

Hemophilia

TIMING: Present LOCATION: Natural History Museum PARTIES: Inge (@nightmaretist) and Parker (@wonder-in-wings) SUMMARY: Inge goes to the bug exhibit for inspiration on fear. When she gets a cut, however, Parker finds inspiration in her mare blood. CONTENT WARNINGS: None (It's glitter powder blood)

Though Inge certainly preferred museums of art (classical, modern, photography, whatever — no discrimination there), there was something to be said for these types of museums too. There was inspiration to be found here, on top of the information, though Inge cared little for the former. She wanted to see the bugs up close, their leathery wings and shiny scales and whatever teeth-like features they brandished. Google Images just wasn’t the same.

Maybe insects were a cheap trick, in the realm of professional-scare-inducers, but some nights required an easy meal. Humans ordered in when they were too lazy to cook and Inge? Well, she just went the basic route with nightmares sometimes. Hordes of flies. Beetles (insects) crawling over beetles (cars) and then over people. Swirling, squirming maggots. It was easy, effective and still allowed some creativity. 

So here she was, at the beginning of the evening, parading the halls of the natural history museum. Inge didn’t read the plaques, most of the time, but she was interested in learning more. It was with that motivation that she approached one of the employees, offering a polite smile and reading his name on his name-plate. “Good evening … Parker, I’ve been really enjoying the things you have out here on display,” she said, waving her leaflet as she spoke. She hadn’t really cracked that open, either. She’d been busy taking close-up pictures. God bless the modern mobile phone camera and its zoom function! “I just had a silly little question, if you don’t mind?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Which of these little critters freaks people out most? Some of them are real-scary looking, so you know … Is it the spiders?” _____________ Parker checked his watch again - normally he had a rather high capacity for patience when it came to answering the same four questions about the same three species of insect people were either interested in or disgusted by (or at least that’s what he thought but then again, he was the curator so they had to deal with his quirks) but today he was eager to get home where a new acquisition to add to his collection was waiting for him to arrange fashionably in a display. He got them last night but was pressed for time, knowing he had another day at this place so he begrudgingly set what he wanted to do aside. Maybe he should get back into selling. He had an excess of certain pieces and it wasn’t particularly hard for him to obtain more - the idiots and the more affluent enjoyed his art and often paid a pretty penny for them. If he sold more, then he wouldn’t have to worry about this job. That was a question for future Parker, however, and today he stood diligently, having paused in front of one of the immaculately-displayed cases when he was approached by a woman. Usually questions were asked by children and sometimes by their parents if the child was too flustered or embarrassed to ask but he supposed it wasn’t out of the ordinary considering they were on the turn of the hour and fewer families came by the museum as the day drew to a close. So when she approached and he heard his strangely-millennial name come out of her mouth (he really did need to get an adjusted name tag that said “Mr. Wright”), Parker instinctively turned his head so he could hear her to the best of his ability. Ah, the tried-and-true question of ‘which one’s the scariest’. The man inhaled as he let the question sit for a few moments before he straightened up and glanced down to regard her with his blue-eyed stare. “Spiders are the most common fear, yes ma’am.” He placed his hands behind his back and he looked around slowly. “Arachnophobia is one of the more commonly known phobias, affecting anywhere from three to about 15 percent of the population.” He explained. “Half the time it’s because of the legs, the other half of the time it’s from the trauma of being bitten. “A less common and often-underrated one is the centipede.” Parker continued, nodding to a passing display that held several of the long, wormlike creatures. “There are ants, people are often afraid of the sting of a wasp or a bee. However,” He stopped in front of a large, glass tank that had very alive beetles in it that seemed to be tearing the flesh from a large bone that sat in the center of the tank. “Any insect in motion has the potential to frighten.” He looked sideways at her. “Dermestidae. Skin beetles.” _____________ There had been a time, once, where Inge had been afraid of spiders. She would screech her husband’s name and demand he show up with any kind of insect-proof weapon (magazine, broom, hoover, his broad hand). Hendrik had liked playing the savior, had liked his wife in a position where she needed her help and Inge? She had been so easily frightened then, as a mortal.

Four decades of undead life had passed, though, and she’d been haunted by nightmares and plagued others with them in return. She had steeled herself, had made herself a creature that didn’t feel afraid any more out of sheer determination to not be afraid. Desentization was easy when you could create terrifying visions beyond most people’s imaginations. Insects were nothing but friendly creatures that crawled and creeped. Mosquitos didn’t even bite her any more these days.

She wondered if he was bored of the questions. Inge didn’t think herself a boring person but maybe there was something dull about fearing insects. Why fear something smaller than you, after all? Still, she couldn’t judge too harshly: she had certainly left a few people with arachnophobia in her insect-era. These days she preferred haunting people with birds, but maybe for nostalgia’s sake this trip could inspire her to return to some of her more vintage dreams. “Such a large percentage for such harmless creatures, don’t you think?”

She hummed in thought, staring at the multi-legged critters with great interest. The way they moved was a bit trippy, wasn’t it? Of course, these dead ones left little to the imagination. But then there were these beetles, eating the flesh off a bone. Inge leaned closer. “Dermestidae …” The term felt a little foreign in her mouth, and the name skin beetles was certainly one she appreciated more. “They eat flesh?” Now that was inspirational. She narrowed her eyes a little, taking in the display, the meal shared between a bunch of tiny creatures. Something about it was quite beautiful. “Gorgeous.” She stepped back, opening her pamphlet to try and find the creatures in there. Lost in thought, she forgot to be careful about it and as she flipped through, the palm of her hand slid over the paper. Surprisingly sharp, it cut down, producing a minor wound that did not produce red blood, but rather a glint of powdery glitter.  _____________ “They do.” Parker replied first as he leaned in. “Dead flesh.” He normally included that part in his initial explanation but since she was looking for creepy crawlies, he opted to leave it ambiguous for a moment. “They’re used in forensic entomology and taxidermy since they’re so proficient at cleaning bones. We have them here for taxidermy.” He explained as he continued to stare at the horde of beetles, unaware that they were being admired for something that was programmed into them; it was just nature, fascinating in its simplicity. To have such a purpose and be recognized for it, but not with pride, instead simply because it’s what you do. It took him perhaps a little longer than the average person to consider that usually fully grown women didn’t appreciate things like spiders and flesh-eating beetles and Parker straightened up once more, wrenching his gaze off the beetles and looking over to her when he caught something shimmering in her hand. He raised an eyebrow, his face unamused. “What happened, did you spill your lip gloss?” He asked dryly, assuming she opened something and got the material on her palm. Nonetheless, he sighed and reached into his back pocket, pulling out an embroidered handkerchief and offering it to her. “I don’t recommend getting whatever it is on my display, if you please.”

Only dead flesh. A mild disappointment, but Inge wasn’t bound by the limits of the natural world when she was moving things around in people’s dreams. She didn’t comment on it though, too occupied with the newly gained cut on her hand and the liability her lack of blood was. It was so easy to pass as human most of the time, especially with her memory of being a mere mortal so fresh in her mind. But her flesh split as easily and the glittering substance that pushed through her veins spilled just the same. She clutched her hand close, wincing at the pressure.

“No,” she muttered, feeling the bits of energy push against her fingers. Why she didn’t say yes at his question was beyond her, as it could be a good excuse — but this was a strange moment, and his tone grated her. As if she’d be fixing her lipgloss right here and now, as ants devoured the flesh of a bone! She had more depth than that. “Oh, don’t worry. Nothing to spill or stain anything here. You must’ve just caught a glance of my nailpolish.” Her nails were painted a dark blue, with not a glitter in sight. Inge looked at the handkerchief and she shook her head as she kept her hand tightly wrapped close, “No need, really! Very kind of you though.” _____________ She didn’t take his offer. Parker’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head slightly to examine her nails, which were indeed dark blue and non-glittery. He wasn’t COMPLETELY ignorant to body language, however, and her facial expression mixed with how she kept her hand closed, he wondered if, for a moment, she had accidentally shattered something in her hand. “Did you hurt yourself?” He asked, his tone lacking empathy or even curiosity and it gave the impression that Parker asked out of obligation instead of intrigue. “If you got glass in your skin, you obviously know that’s not good. Let me see.” It was less of an offer and more of an instruction as he held his own hand out to take hers in it after he stowed the handkerchief back in its familiar pocket. _____________ She was usually more careful, but who could have anticipated that a stupid museum pamphlet could have done this kind of damage? It wasn’t a large wound, but it was one all the same and if Inge was to spread her fingers this Parker would see not a mess of blood but something else instead. She looked at him, trying to gauge his tone and how strange it would be for her to simply walk off, turn a corner or two and escape onto the plane. 

“No, I’m fine.” His tone was insistent, though, and Inge curled her hand tighter, some bits of glitter spilling through. She pulled it to her chest, where it rested with its knuckles facing him. Curious people were so very annoying sometimes. “Why would there be glass in my skin? Continue telling me about the bugs, please.”  _____________ It wasn’t relegated to her hand anymore as he noticed some more of the fine glittery substance sparkling in the light of the display as it floated to the ground. His furrow increased and he found himself starting to get irritated with her display of coyness - either she was trying to elicit further curiosity from him about what she was insistent on hiding away from view or downplaying the severity of something that suddenly transpired when he wasn’t looking. “I don’t know why there’d be glass in your skin unless you did something to warrant glass in your skin.” Parker replied curtly, the answer seeming obvious. He even pushed aside her wanting him to tell her more about his beloved specimens; if she wanted curiosity, he would oblige. Without asking again or for permission and in a highly controlled movement, Parker’s hand reached her arm and his fingers wrapped themselves around her thin wrist. As he did so, he heard his mother scolding him in his head, about how he shouldn’t ever lay his hands on a woman but that’s all it was, a voice in his head. She was hiding something from him and getting glitter on his floor and while it wasn’t his intention to hurt her, his drive for answers (and possibly to override her passing off a potentially serious injury) overrode his chivalry. Firmly but not roughly, he both pulled her hand to him and took a step to close the space between them and his blue eyes scanned her fingers, his other hand gently starting to force the balled fist to open up. “What… is this?” He breathed as her hand was unclenched and he saw a thin line in her flesh where it seemed as though she acquired a laceration of some sort but there wasn’t any blood. Instead was more of the fine, glittery powder that positively covered her hand as though it were blood. Parker stared at the stuff, his expression softening as it was clear that it went from irritated to intrigued, almost enamored. “What is this?” He repeated his question as his eyes danced on her hand. _____________ This took her by surprise. Ingeborg had expected that social rules and conventions would simply keep Parker from pushing further. If she didn’t want to show her hand (both literally and figuratively), he’d surely let it be — that was what normal people did, after all. But here he was, skillfully taking her wrist and pulling her close. She protested, “Hey, what the fuck,” and her eyes widened as she tugged without avail. Not that she tugged especially hard, not wanting to kickstart a fight with a man who was quite obviously stronger than her. Inge fought best by manipulation, putting people to sleep and not-fighting.

“Stop that,” she said, voice as firm as her touch, but he was pigheaded and determined. A typical man, she thought, and she struggled with her blue nails against his own presumably dry fingers. He probably didn’t even moisturize. Despite her resistance her fingers were forced open, the cut on her hand apparent as well as the glitter that fell to the floor. Inge let her hand grow slack and watched his facial expression change. He didn’t respond as a slayer might (which had somewhat become a nagging background fear of hers, the other’s insistence ringing paranoid bells) which was good, but it was strange. Off-putting, if she wasn’t the type to be intrigued by strange things too.

As he stared at her hand, she pulled it from his grasp, pushing forward and pressing her index finger against his chest. “That was very rude,” she snapped, glittery powder sticking to his clothing. “And not at all how one is supposed to treat their patrons.” With that out of the way, Inge considered his question and what answer to give. Most people wouldn’t believe him if she told the truth and any lie would be obvious. She went for condescension and blame, “This is the result of the paper choice of your pamphlets. You need softer paper.” _____________ He had gotten a nice, solid look at whatever it was on the woman’s hand before she pulled away, predictably upset though he didn’t exactly come out of the exchange without some latent annoyance of his own as he glanced down and saw some of the shimmery residue on his neat outfit when she pushed him back, looking like an obnoxious child approached him and rubbed a birthday card across his stomach. “It’s not my choice of paper for the pamphlet.” Parker replied simply, now holding up one of his own hands that had some of the stuff on it, his brow furrowed with questions. “You know what else is rude?” Parker’s gaze snapped back to her, or rather, her hand. “Getting whatever this is on me.” He glanced up at the camera that lingered in the corner of the room for a moment before he casually and expertly took a few steps over so that he was obstructing her from its view. “If you aren’t going to bleed normally, nonhuman, I recommend exercising caution when you do things.” He whispered, his head turning slightly as he spoke to anticipate her response in equal measure of tone. “That’s what this is, right?” He took a guess, considering she had an obvious cut on her palm but if it WAS blood, it was certainly nonstandard and she didn’t seem like a magician, otherwise she would’ve been more showy with her performance. _____________ This was disastrous, but certainly not the most disastrous situation Inge had gotten herself into. As life was lived with whimsy and little consideration for consequence, it happened more often than she liked to admit that she got in some kind of trouble. She’d feed off hunters, mess with people’s dreams so much that they’d figure out who she was in the waking world, show up to a funeral with all her family present without looking like she’d aged a day since her divorce three decades ago. Subtlety was an art for cowards, she found. Besides, most of the time humans were stupid enough to believe that they had misread a situation or seen something wrong — their denial of anything supernatural existing was stronger than some of the proof they were faced with. Not in this case, though, which was disconcerting. Intriguing, if not unsettling.

“It wouldn’t be on you if you hadn’t manhandled me like that,” she bristled in return, not bothering too much now with trying to stop the bleeding. The cut wasn’t too deep, and she was much more focused on this very strange individual. She groaned, clearly annoyed, “Gee thanks, old man. Your obvious advice will be taken into account. Most people would just have left me to my devices, so I was perfectly cautious. I didn’t expect this museum’s staff to be so very inconsiderate of normal human boundaries.” Inge narrowed her eyes, considering her options. “I take offense to you not calling my bleeding normal. But sure. Nonhuman. Sure.” What was he, though, to know that there was even such a thing as nonhuman-yet-human-appearing creatures out there? Inge wasn’t an insect, so she was hardly his field of study.  _____________ “You didn’t just show me.” Parker replied, his tone taking that familiar hint of irritability to it, almost as though they were bickering about whose job it was to do the dishes and they weren’t complete strangers, one of which was bleeding glitter and the other admittedly broke the rules and placed his hands on a museum-goer. “If you had just shown me, we might not be in this situation.” He cast a brief glance to the floor. “You’re getting glitter everywhere.” He stared at her once more, his gaze narrowing and he had a thought that went through his mind. He ignored her comments about being old, as well as the comment about his nonstandard treatment of her. “Okay so if it’s normal bleeding then what are you.” Parker rubbed two of his fingers together, feeling the powdery texture of the shimmery solid. He wanted to smell it but even he knew better and instead just examined it closely. “You aren’t fae, that’s for sure. “Actually… I don’t need to know. You don’t have to tell me, though I’d like to know.” He looked down at her past his hand. “I’m willing to compensate you for a vial of this.” It was true; he’d never seen it before but it fascinated him, as did most things he didn’t know about involving the supernatural. Was she one-of-a-kind? She mentioned that it wasn’t abnormal so perhaps it was common with whatever species she was. Either way, he was willing to pay her to obtain some. _____________ “You should really be better at respecting someone’s personal boundaries. Especially when you’re at work. It’s very concerning, you know? What if I went to your manager about it?” She wouldn’t, considering she had just had something exposed herself that she’d rather keep somewhat quiet. Inge glanced down at the steady drizzle of glitter on the floor. She made a point of flexing her fingers so the cut widened, making more glitter drop down. It clearly bothered him and he bothered her, so it seemed only fair. “Oops.”

She wondered what this Parker was, with his seemingly shallow knowledge of the supernatural and his incessant, annoying curiosity. She grimaced at his questions, sending it right back at him, “What are you?” Maybe he was a spellcaster. Ingeborg had encountered one before, who’d been after her blood. But there had been no show of magic, nothing to insinuate that he had any supernatural power to wield over her.

But he was a collector. She looked at him with confused intrigue, raising an eyebrow. “You just want me to give you my blood for money? Sketchy. Really fucking sketchy.” She wasn’t sure if mareblood contained DNA, but if it did she wasn’t going to give it to a stranger. Never mind that she was dripping it all over the floor of the museum he worked at and that if he was really desperate, he could try and sweep it up. Inge pressed the palm of her hand against her side, refusing to offer any more of her blood. “Why? What will you do with it? No, really, what are you?”  _____________ She certainly wasn’t afraid of him, despite her empty threats about going to his manager and he pursed his lips as her miniature shower of powder sprinkled down from her hand, like the dust from pixies he’d encountered on more than one occasion before. Mischievous. Messy. She did it to bother him. “I’m a collector,” Parker replied simply at first, now trying to distract himself by looking down at the powder on his jacket once more, studying it, trying to get a feel for its consistency and how difficult it would be to remove from it. The hunter knew that that wasn’t what she was asking though. Her skin wasn’t warm but her existence didn’t instinctively turn his blood over in his veins so either she was incredibly skilled at hiding her being a fae or, the much more likely option, she wasn’t a fae as he initially surmised. Parker then wondered, as he picked flecks of powder off him with a measure of futility though the repetitive action gave him a semblance of control, if he should tell the woman what he was aside from a collector. “I’m a Warden.” He ultimately decided that he wasn’t afraid of her, nor were either of them in a position to make a scene. “And I have no interest in doing anything with your blood aside from putting it in an aesthetically-pleasing bottle and setting it on my shelf.” He raised an eyebrow and slowly looked at her again with his blue-eyed stare. “I understand my request is unusual but I hold respect and admiration for beautiful things and this…” Parker stooped slightly, cupping his hand just under hers and catching some of the glimmery powder in his palm. “Is beautiful.” _____________ A collector. She wanted to open her mouth, ask for more details, but it seemed he was coming to a point. As if the truth was something valuable to give away — and it often was, wasn’t it? It was in this shadowy side of the world, anyway, where people who looked like human weren’t that and had to omit parts of their identities. When the shoe fell and he revealed himself to be a warden, Inge fought the urge to take a step back. Wardens weren’t slayers, but they were hunters all the same. And though she hadn’t deep ties to fae community, there was still the principle of it all. “A fucking hunter.” There were too many here.

But he went on to talk, did not produce a knife or an ax or anything else sharp enough to undo her head from her shoulders. No salt, either. He was so calm, so intrigued, and though Ingeborg would not be caught undead trusting a hunter there seemed to be little maliciousness here. He didn’t even touch her to keep her grounded, an escape route still at her disposal if she wanted to take the coward’s way out. The threat wasn’t high yet. No blades were drawn, and as the papercut on her hand continued to drizzle he just cupped his hand. Called it beautiful.

What a strange man. Inge hadn’t many individuals who considered the nature of a mare beautiful. Sanne and her had reveled in it, watching their skin shine under the bright summer sun, staring in each other’s red glowing eyes, meeting each other in the plane before landing. She thought it beautiful, what she was, but so many disagreed — from the cowering mortals to all those other hunters, the ones with knives and axes and whatnot. “Why collect? I understand the appreciation, but it doesn’t befit a hunter.” Now she was interested too, looking down at the stooping hunter. “I agree. It’s beautiful, but your ilk? Your kind? They’d prefer to spill as much of this as possible. Not put it on their personal display.” Her hand retracted. “So, what’s your deal?” _____________ It was Parker’s turn not to display his fear of her, not knowing what she was but having enough confidence in his own skills that he could probably stave her off if she wanted to attack as he placed himself in a vulnerable position before her. He figured that his behavior was passive enough that she would get the impression that he didn’t want to fight, which wasn’t untrue; indeed, no matter where he went and evidently how he asked for the acquisition of materials and collectibles, he gave people the impression that he was a murderer. “I’d prefer not to be painted with the same brush as other hunters.” He explained as he straightened back up when she pulled her hand away. “I collect because I hold appreciation for beauty.” Parker repeated, answering the question as though it were obvious. He looked down at the powder in his hand, moving lightly as though it were liquid but it was solid and still glittering in the light. It seemed almost as though it were the smoke from liquid nitrogen. “I’ve never encountered someone like you before and you aren’t actively hurting anyone so I’ve no need to stop you.” He tilted his head ever-so-slightly, his blue eyes dancing on the glinting in his palm. “Fighting and violence tend to lessen the quality of the body and its properties.” He paused. “And it’s a waste of blood.” He looked at her again. “And most importantly, I don’t make deals.” He made sure to emphasize this as he finished his miniature explanation. Though he wouldn’t say it and it wasn’t any of his business at the moment, he also hoped she didn’t say that often with other people; deals were dangerous, though she probably didn’t know that. _____________ Why should she extend that kind of courtesy to a hunter when they never did to those they hunted? They got out their weapons and committed their violence compulsively, as if they had nothing else to do in their boring, shitty lives. As Inge stared at the hunter and laughed at his stupid demand, she wondered where she should go next. This town was getting ridiculous. Too many God damned hunters, and here was one more who knew her face. “I hope you get how ironic that request is,” she said, head shaking as if she was amused. She wasn’t, though: she was just really bitter. 

While some of the things he was saying were intriguing, there was that typical hunter entitlement — she wasn’t hurting anyone so he didn’t have to hurt her. They, and their damned monopoly on violence! Ingeborg rolled her eyes. “How lucky I am, that you’re not stopping me.” But the fact that he didn’t know what she was might be a good sign, as she thought it lowered the risk he posed. She had no intention of letting him in on what she actually was. 

Her head turned, taking him in. A strange little man, but intriguing. “What else do you collect?” He was a warden, so were his shelves lined with the blood of fae? Inge could understand an appreciation for beauty with her background in art. What was beautiful to her was ugly to plenty of others, though, but she had a feeling Parker's tastes weren't conventional either. ”Will you show me? If I'm going to offer my blood to you then I want to know what collection I'll be a part of.”  _____________ The woman laughed. He didn’t blame her; he couldn’t hear some of the things she said very well but he could recognize the sense of superiority in her tone - so many of them, especially fae, felt as though they were above humans because of their abilities, their natures, their extended lifespans and habits. The woman who stood before him, bleeding glitter from her palm, didn’t seem to be an exception the way she bristled at his inquiries, refusing to answer his question about what she was even though he said she didn’t have to answer. Parker supposed that was a good thing, that way he was already accustomed to the disappointment of beating around the bush. But her derogatory comments, while not explicitly bothering him, did have him asking questions that he would evidently have to find answers for elsewhere. When she had asked about what else Parker collected, the taller man looked behind him briefly at the camera once more before turning to regard her once more. He inhaled through his nose, deeply, calmly, his unwavering gaze on her as once more he weighed the positives and negatives of being forward with her. He had been so far and the most retaliation he got was comments about hunters as a whole, not him specifically. “I can show you, if you’d like.” He replied first. It was a gamble and he wasn’t sure if he was willing to take the risk but he could certainly go halfway and show her some of his more specific specimens if she was curious. He had photos. “Tell me what you are and I’ll tell you what I collect.” Parker decided that he couldn’t risk that information, not there, not at that moment in time. His assortment of beautifully-arranged fae wings was truly precious to him and he had long since gotten used to the looks of disgust his fascination earned him, whether it was bugs or fae wings or any other strange thing he acquired from the supernatural. “...It’s not bodies.” _____________ “I thought you said you didn’t make deals,” Inge pointed out calmly, raising her eyebrows. “This sounds an awful lot like a deal.” It wasn’t one she wanted to make, at least not on his terms and with his demands. If a hunter didn’t know anything about mares it ought to remain that way, didn’t it? She could already count two hunters in town who did know, one of which had left a nasty incision on her upper arm which was obstructed from view by her summer dress. If she was to remain in Wicked’s Rest for a while longer, then she would prefer that this Parker wasn’t in the know about her nature.

Because if he knew, perhaps he would decide that she was actively hurting people. And though Ingeborg didn’t like to think of the things she did to others as hurting, she recognized the way it looked to others. Small-minded mortals would never quite be able to grasp it though, wouldn’t they? It wasn’t worth explaining. It would be a waste of breath, even if she was a creature that didn’t require breath.

Luckily her nature didn’t keep her from lying. “But fine. You’ve piqued my curiosity.” The corners of her lips twitched as he said it wasn’t bodies he collected. Inge didn’t think he’d be able to kill her anyway, so it wasn’t her prime concern. They probably had their respective body count, though, but it wasn’t worth discussing. “I’m a kind of succubus. There aren’t a lot of us, as far as I’m aware. I don’t age.” Best not to deny the immortality bit. Inge was already wondering if she ought to have opted for something else, but she was fanciful and thought there was something fun about this one. “Have you ever met a demon before, Parker?”  _____________ “I don’t.” He replied quickly and with the same level of assertion that he had used before. “I’m proposing an exchange.” Parker didn’t expect that this non-fae would be able to recognize the difference, even if the difference was literal wording. The fae played games, assumed people were too stupid to know better and, of course, tended to take things very literally. Fae word games were never one of Parker’s weaknesses, as he also tended to take things very literally. That was neither here nor there though and as the curator kept glancing down at the powder in his hand when, at long last, she answered his question. Parker’s blue eyes flickered to her face, dancing over her features as though trying to see if there was a nonverbal indicator that she was lying - it had gotten easier over the years to tell when a fae was, as their reactions were immediate and often instinctual. She wasn’t a fae, obviously, but his habit of observation was just that. “I have now.” He wondered if succubus blood was worth the effort he was going through right now. He also wondered if she was benefiting from their interaction right now - as far as meeting any potential demons went, Parker certainly could’ve met a worse vice or sin. “You don’t age. How old are you?” _____________

Inge wasn’t very familiar with fae magic, though she had picked up some things here and there. One of her aliases had been lost at the hands of a clever-tongued creature a decade or two back. No matter. She’d changed it to something else before changing it again, never sticking with one name or town for too long. Parker had to be more of an expert, considering the type of creatures he went after and that had to be what he was getting at. To Inge, in this moment, it mattered little. She wasn’t fae and neither was he.

And he was gullible, because he took her at her word. Fair enough, she supposed: succubi were actually discussed among humans, whereas the existence of mares wasn’t as well-known. Unlike vampires and zombies, they didn’t have a large amount of pop culture ruining their reputation either, unless one was to consider that Sandman something of a mare.  Inge hadn’t watched the show out of principle. “Honored to be the first one,” she said, the lie so easily told. Life for Inge was constant fabrication, the same way dreams were.

Her head shook. “No, I’ve looked like this for quite some time.” Now the question was how far she should take this lie. Inge knew a thing or two of the history before her time, but hardly in the same way immortals who had lived through it had. “That’s such a delightfully human question. My body is thirty three years old, and my spirit?” She shrugged. “It feels infinite. But some centuries old. I’ve not always existed on this plane, though.” Inge narrowed her eyes a little. “Your collection?” _____________ Parker would’ve crossed his arms had he not been holding some of the glimmering blood in his hands still; her story was outlandish and while he didn’t exactly find the supposed knowledge that demons existed, the way she spoke definitely had this air of mystique about it. Perhaps she was foolishly proud of what she was but as far as he could tell or care, the only remarkable thing about her was her blood. And she said there weren’t many succubi around so that only increased his desire for it. If she was so old, what was a little blood loss to her? Surely she could simply possess another vessel once hers expired, wasn’t that how demons worked? At least, wasn’t that how they worked according to the books he’d read? He had questions but none of them were questions that burned with such intensity that he was willing to maintain conversation for too much longer. “Specifically, fae wings.” He placed one of his hands behind his back; he would’ve done both of them but at this point, he wasn’t sure if she was going to be giving him any more of the fine shimmery powder so he didn’t want to carelessly dump it onto the ground. “Non-lethally, preferably. As I said, fighting and violence lessen the quality of them.” Parker regarded the succubus with a rather mild expression. “I’d show you but if this is all I’m being offered, I’d rather get it into a bottle.” _____________ She took in the information offered as if it was something precious, considering each and every side of it. Inge had never seen a fae in their true form and it was something that intrigued her. And though she had some principles and a hunter getting wings off creatures that most likely favored them went against them, she had become the type of person who let her personal whims take hold over whatever morals still resided. Besides, she was hardly aiding and abetting whatever fucked up hobbies he had if she were to see it.

Inge was always looking for inspiration after all, as her art imitated life and thus life was lived in the name of art. This could prove to be a bountiful excursion. She wondered what instruments he used to sever the wings off the fae he found. “Is it fair to presume that they don’t often give them to you willingly?” There was no judgment in her tone even if she felt it somewhere deep within her being. 

She opened her hand, leveled it between them and watched the not-blood for a moment. It didn’t really tend to scab, but it seemed to have grown a little harder. “Alright. Parker-who-makes-no-deals, you have a deal. When you give me the address of where your collection is, as I assume it’s not here, then I’ll fill a nice, small bottle with my blood for you. Consider the bits I spilled a freebie.” She smiled and extended her bloody hand. “And my name is Inge, for the record.” _____________ He hadn’t realized that he was a little stiffer than he originally thought as he waited for her response. “Sometimes they do.” Parker replied formally not untruthfully - while he had the ability to lie, he oftentimes didn’t, finding some unfortunate similarities with fae in that he simply left information out for the purposes of easing through a conversation. Curiously, he didn’t hear dismissal or judgment in her voice, though from her other behaviors displayed so far he’d have thought that she would’ve been a little more reactionary to the information he just shared with her. Observant blue eyes kept themselves on her figure, especially her hand and he didn’t look back at her face until she held it out for him to shake. Naturally, Parker hesitated at first - with her throwing around words like ‘deal’ and give’, his brain quickly ran through the list of prerequisites and stipulations that had been hammered into him from a young age. She wasn’t fae, he had to keep reminding himself of that so words were just words when it came to exchanges between them. She could hold him to words but she had no power to control him, succubus or no. Eventually though, he did turn the hand that had the blood on it sideways, the dust sprinkling onto the ground like the particles in a shaken snowglobe, and took the woman’s hand. “I shall notify you of the address when I organize the space.” Parker gave a small nod. “I still suggest you not make deals though, Ms. Inge.” He left the advice as it was, his brain now buzzing with new prospects - he would need to allocate a spot for her blood, wondering where he should put it, which specimens to ferret away and wondering if perhaps he should have a gallery on the side specifically for this purpose, if only so he didn’t introduce people to his home or the Bunker. “How else may I assist you today?” _____________ There were plenty of things distasteful about the other, Inge thought, but he offered her something not many others could. Something that might shake her a little, grant her a feeling of horror. Not many things did these days, and though the fear of others was intoxicating she sometimes longed to feel it for herself. And thus, it was easy to overlook his status as hunter, his potentially sadistic methods and even his rude behavior in favor of a shake of their hands. Besides, she was no saint either.

“Sounds good with me. I can be found online,” she said, nodding in return. “In my years I’ve learned a few things about fae, though, but thank you all the same.” Those dangerous words were marked with a wink but Inge was quick to shake her head in dismissal after. “No, I think I’ve got everything I came here for. I’ll want to look after this anyway.” She lifted her marred hand slightly. “But I’ll see you later.” And with that, she turned on her heel, making her way through the halls of the museum and feeling some kind of exhilaration burst through the usual veil of numbness.

#wickedswriting #writing: Hemophilia #writing with // Inge #The Collector // writing

[joshscrookednipple]

Cupid Screwed Up: chapter 1

Summary: What happens when two rivals who chants even be in the same room together get paired up as soul mates for the rest of their lives..one thing they do know is that cupid screwed up.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka/female OC

word count: 2,300

Warnings: Language, Angst, Blood, kinda cringy writing.

this is the first chapter and the longest fic i’ve ever written!! edits will probably be made soon!!

there are three things you need to know before you read this.

1- C.U.P.I.D is a world renowned matchmaking company, and to actually matter in society you have to be paired with your match…sound familiar?

2- i was not the one who named my cat Clawdia, she named herself. don’t ask questions about it.

and probably the last and most important thing you must know..

3- i. hate. Joshua. Kiszka.

why do i hate him you may ask?

how much time do you have?

Josh Kiszka has been determined to make my life a living hell since the eighth grade, we are rivals in every sense of the word. i got a 100% on a test. he got a 101% (how is that possible..i have no clue. i’m convinced Ms. Harrison had a twisted up crush on him)

i get a date to prom he gets 2

i get sick with the flu, he gets pneumonia and gets hospitalized

the nerve of that motherfucker.

the point is he always has to one up me, and now he’s touring the world with his band great value fleet (greta van fleet but i think my name fits it better) with his two brothers who aren’t much better than him and his youngest brothers best friend, Danny Wagner, who is objectively the best and only tolerable person on that band.

Josh loves to rub his band in my face like the time he-

“TARAAAA OH MY GOD TARA”

i’m snapped out of my thoughts by the shrieking voice that belongs to no other than my roommate maggie. me and maggie have a weird dynamic. by that i mean she annoys the living shit out of me and i hide anywhere i can to avoid speaking to her.

Maggie bounds into my room and jumps on my bed which coincidentally knocks off my colored pencils i was using to color in a sketch i was working on, which i quickly slip into my folder to avoid any teasing from my worse and more obnoxious half.

“Tara i got my match!”

“Let’s hope it’s perscription sedatives” i mumble hardly loud enough that you had to be really listening to hear what i said.

“what?”

“nothing, who is it?”

that question clearly makes her excited because she sits up and slaps her hands on her knees in a child like sense.

“so you know the band greta van fleet?”

i roll my eyes.

“unfortunately”

“well i got paired with Sam Kiszka!!” she practically screams as she shoves her phone into my face with a screen that reads.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka.

great. this is absolutely fabulous. if it wasn’t bad enough having to see their band every time i open any fucking social media app, now i’ll be FORCED to interact with them. why couldn’t she be paired with Danny. he’s nice and calm. sam on the other hand is the equivalent to a drugged up hamster who was just fed three monster drinks.

“that’s so..great” i give her a forced smile and flip my phone over hoping that maybe a notification from C.U.P.I.D was blessing my phones presence.

instead all i got was a message from team snapchat.

I’m 23 years old and probably the only one 23 year old to not have been matched yet, and trust me i’m reminded of it.

at family gatherings “oh you’ll get your match eventually, you’ve always been a late bloomer”

at parties “sorry you can’t come in, only people who’ve gotten matches can”

at the grocery store when people see that i don’t have the gold plated ring on my finger. they refused me my discount for my goldfish. i was really looking forward to eating those.

maggie falls back on my bed and smiles to herself and rests her feet in my lap to which i notice she’s wearing my wool socks, and my grey sweatpants, at least she’s wearing her sweater. wait. nope that’s the sweater she got me for christmas last year. i really need a padlock on my closet. I stand up with my notebook and place it on my cluttered bedside triable before bending down to pick up my colored pencils.

“i invited him and his brothers over tonight” she hums staring up at the ceiling.

i freeze and drop the colored pencils.

“you. what?”

“i invited them over” she repeats as she sits up crossing her legs over one another “really you should thank me, im really the only person you interact with”

“that’s because i’m forced to interact with you mags.” i state before recollecting the colored pencils and placing them in a glass jar by my notebook and turn back to look at her “plus i also have to study for my midterms, you know this.”

“come on you can’t hide from them forever!! i know you left Frakenmuth because of them, but it’s time to make amends”

i huff and shake my head “i didn’t leave because of them, they’re just the reason i never wanted to come back.”

“and look where you are, back at Frankenmuth! see everything happens for a reason”

it’s true i left to pursue a career in digital art, but after that ship sank i had no choice to move back. i moved back when i got offered a internship with an amazing cartoon artist who happened to be only two years older than me. his name is Dylan and for a quarter of my life i had a huge crush on him, and he coincidentally doesn’t have a match either.

i choose to ignore her as my cat, clawdia comes strutting in and rubs her head against my feet. i smile and pick her up cradling her like she was my new born baby, which in a way she was. not the new born part though.

Maggie rolls her eyes and sits up “well they’re coming in two hours so put on something presentable, and try not to embarrass me”

“anything for you, your majesty” i give a dramatic bow as she leaves and closes my door. i look down at Clawdia with my hands on my hips.

“what should i wear, clawdia?”

she however is not much help because all she does is meow before propping her self onto my pillow before drifting off into one of her many naps of the day.

i sit on my bed and stare at my closet, i usually wear the same four articles of clothing everyday, it’s either my mom jeans that make my ass look spectacular or my black leggings, and a long sleeved form fitting V-neck and a state of michigan crew-neck. i’m assuming neither of those things will live up to maggie’s standards but i honestly don’t care. i pull on my faded mom jeans with my crew neck before pulling on warm toned wool socks and my Boston birkenstocks. good enough.

i turn and look at myself in the mirror before shifting my eyes to the messy knot that’s tied up on the top of my head. my hair is what you would describe as in between wavy and curly, never quite one or the other. i grab my brown translucent claw lip before skillfully (or so i like to think) putting it in my hair and pulling a few stray strands out. i settle for some mascara and chapstick before i hear the door open and the sound of four pairs of feet walk into our apartment.

i hear a murmur of greetings as i walk out and my breath catches in my throat when i see him. Josh definitely grew into his unruly hair, with it being once again shaved off at the sides. he always grew some facial hair, which usually is a turn off for me but for him..he definitely makes it work. but all of that doesn’t change the burning hatred i have towards him.

Tara interrupts my train of thought by dragging me over to the boys.

“This is my roommate Tara, Tara this is josh, sam, ja-“

she’s cut off by the cocky voice that sounds exactly identical to his twin brothers. jake motherfucking kiszka. “we’ve met”

jake is a cocky son of a bitch, not as much as his other half, but very very close. he had teamed up with josh in highschool to get me voted out of being prom queen. just because i accidentally broke his pencil.

i give him a tight lipped smile before i turn and see danny’s warm eyes and my face lights up.

“hey bunny” he speaks before giving me a hug

i had gotten that nickname when i refused to dissect a bunny in my freshman year biology class and made Danny do it for me.

i loop my arms around his tires and smile into his chest before mumbling just loud enough so only he could hear “why couldn’t you and sam just have came, why did you have to bring dumb and dumber”

he lets out a quiet laugh before letting go and i turn to look for maggie only to see she was clinging to sams side throwing her head back in laughter to something he said. gross. i pad my way to the couch and much to my distaste josh follows me and sits on the other side of the couch.

“so, tara have you gotten a match yet?”

“Have you”

“That’s not my question”

i roll my eyes and cross my arms. josh has also never been matched, which leaves millions of fan girls to believe they’re his possible match.

before i could respond jake and sam and danny join us

“so tara” sam starts “how’s the- what do you do- coloring?”

“i work as a intern at a illustrators office”

“so coloring” josh smiles smugly and tilts his head

i’m not even going to argue with him. nope. not happening.

instead i slam my cup down on the coffee table and go to my room before slamming the door

sam looks at maggie in confusion “what was that about”

tara sighs and shakes her head “she’s been acting different lately”

josh, being the genius he is pushes himself off the couch “i’ll go check on her”

and he did exactly that. he goes to my room right when i’m pulling down my pants and i’m left in light yellow cotton underwear with the word “wednesday” in light pink writing across the back and my crew neck

“actually it’s saturday bunny”

i scream and quickly pull on cotton shorts to try to preserve as much modesty as i possibly can and turn around as i see him roaming around my room, searching and touching everything like he’s fucking inspector gadget.

“get the hell out of my room Joshua” i say pushing on his chest in an attempt to get him out of the room. this back fires when he pushes me back into a wall and smirks down at me.

“bunny this is why you don’t have a match”

i clench my fists as i look up at him “neither do you dumbass”

he rolls his eyes at that and pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head up so i can get a perfect view of his eyes.

“but unlike you bunny” he starts “people would pay their lives to fuck me and you..well you probably have to pay a guy to even get close to you”

i don’t remember what happened next, all i remember is my hand colliding across his cheek and my silver ring on my index finger cutting his cheek causing a trickle of blood flowing down his cheek.

i freeze and i’ll never forget that look in his eyes..but i’m not going to get him win. so did something completely stupid and i run my thumb along the trickle of blood and put it between his parted lips and to my surprise he actually starts sucking it, god his lips are so soft.

my cheeks are flushed pink as he pulls away and he smirks “do i make you nervous bunny”

“get. out.”

he throws me a shit eating grin before leaving and slamming the door and that’s when the tears are about to start falling when i hear another knock and i throw the door open

“Josh i said get the-“

but it’s not josh behind the door. it’s Jake. what the hell?

“i uhm-“ he starts “i heard what josh said- and i just wanted to apologize”

i roll my eyes and start closing the door but he puts his hand flat on the door to stop me. “just listen to me Tara- in highschool i was just trying to be cool- i shouldn’t have said those things. you’re not worthless or-“

“jake” i interrupt him “i’m appreciate it but please go, we can talk later okay?”

he sighs and nods before leaving and i turn out my light after closing my door and i plug my phone in when i hear a notification. THE notification. i quickly open my phone and see the notification from cupid

C.U.P.I.D

Hello! you have been successfully paired with your perfect match, you will meet up with your significant other at 7:30 pm december 1st at Honey B’s Eatery. down below is your perfect match.

Maybe it’s a NFL player.

Or a professional chef.

Or maybe-

Oh.

Oh god no.

Pairing: Joshua Kiszka

little did i know that on the other side of Frankenmuth josh was in his bathroom after a particularly messy one night stand, leaning against the wall, looking at his phone with the same exact notification but with her name on it.

and for the first time in history they were thinking the same exact thought.

Cupid.

Screwed.

Up.

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #gvf fic #josh kiszka #sam kiszka #josh kiszka fic #gvf fanfiction #fan fic related #fanfiction

[alexdentondxiw-blog]

What would you do for love? Part#2

Part #2

It has been three years since the invasion of Aldorius. Everyone who participates goes to London or Chicago to have a reunion meeting. There, they talk of the war and what the Phyrexians might be up to since the failed second invasion of Katyas homeworld. But this meeting is not like the past two they all had. Alex had a huge feast prepared as mostly everyone is here.  are the only ones that stayed to help clean up the hall after the reunion party had ended. All of them joking and laughing as they washed dishes and cleaned up after themselves. As they were finishing up they all saw Alex walking towards the back end of the hall. Hermione noticed something in Alex's hand. She pointed at it and gave this surpised look to her husband Ron. The others noticed this and they all quickly stopped what they were doing and looked at Alex to see what he had in his hand and wondered what he was up to. Alyona loudly says " Hey Alex? What ya got there?" Alex let out a little chuckle and says "Nothing for you guys to know about. Just relax, I'll be back soon." Now of course you'd think they all would have just let Alex go about with what he was going to do. But they all walked right up to him. Alex again said in a calm voice " Please, this is not your concern. Trust me. But I won't stop you. But I hope you make the right choice." Alex takes the dark orb he was holding and places it on the wall.  A portal appears! And he walks through! The other hastfully follow him through the portal. Now as they all are on the other side .they wonder where they are or even "when" they are. Alex is of course upset with them all. They did not take his advice. But where they were? it seemed ancient. There were three large statues made of marble. Two were male and the third was a female. They could not see the faces on the statues as they were carved to have a plate like metal armor on them. But they could tell if they were male or female based on their body. In the center of the statues was a large stone circle with three holes in them. Alex runs his hands across the stone. It's smooth to the touch. He then asks the others a question " Tell me, who does the Phyrexians fear the most? Who answers correctly gets $20,000 from me or some super rare spell." Hermione was jumping up and down excitedly! But she couldnt get the name out of her mouth! She could see the persons face. But her mind drew a blank. Alyona says to Alex " Come on! Who is it? How can they be afraid of anything?" Alex points to behind them. They all turn around in unison. They are shocked! They see the mysterious person themselves in the flesh... or in the Nightmare! Ashiok of the Nightmare Muse! Ashiok was a mystery to everyone. No one knew their backstory. Ashiok stood tall. They had no upper face. What was in place was some kind of magical smoke with this two horns. They had long talons for nails and was dressed in black, blue and a dark purple clothes. Ashoik came floating over to Alex. Standing and staring at each other Ashiok says in a raspy creepy voice "I see the Gods of this realm have blessed you! You see Alex, I would have told you what you needed to know easily as I owe you. But now? Things just got easier and better for you."  Alex replies to Ashiok saying "what do you mean?" ashiok points to Harry potter. Alex instantly knew why he pointed to Harry. Everyone else surrounds Harry as to protect him. Alex says to Harry " You have something I need Harry. Alex walks up to Harry Potter and uses his infamous "Glimpse the unthinkable" spell on him! This black magic used by Alex is foul to say the least. The same black smoke coming from Ashioks head and hands are coming from the Hands of alex too. Nothing can be done! As they all watch in horror to see the life force of harry being scuked out of him right in front of their eyes! They are still confused what did harry have inside of him that Alex wanted? Alyona began to cry as she finally realized what Alex syphoned out of Harry; the small bits of Voldemorts soul that still remained in Harry.

Now Alex knew that Voldemort would need a body; but Alex was smart, very smart. He knew he could not give any body to the Lord of Darkness himself. So, Alex summoned a "Blind Phantasm." This phantasm was also an illusion just like the others. Illusions are somewhat weak beings. They are copies of the original, but they lack a pureness, a soul. This is why they can easily be killed with almost any helpful spell such a "giant growth" or even "Brute Force." Alex took the small remains of Voldemorts soul and casts it into his Blind Phantasm. The illusion begins to take on the appearnce of the one who must not be named. Still very weak, Voldemort sees Harry Potter and begins to fly towards him! But Alex kicks Voldemort to the ground! Alex says " You will not harm him! You are here on my terms! You belong to me!" Voldemort was too weak to fight Alex. After all he did bring him back to life so he felt a bit compelled to be loyal to Alex. Voldemort rises up and asks Alex " Why did you bring me to life? What is your purpose!" Alex walks closer to Voldemort replying " I need her back! How do I resurect her! You know the dark arts deeper! TELL ME NOW!" Voldemort was afraid to give the answer. An answer Alex already knew. That answer? That his wife has been dead for too long and no amount of black magic would bring her back to life. Voldemort looked around the place they were. AH HA! He knew this place looked familiar! The Gods of Old from Yulonmore! Voldemort tells Alex " Do you know where you are? Where we stand right now? The answer you want is right here..." Alex knows this place has to do with the "chosen swords" But what exactly does this place offer?" Voldemort doesn't wait for Alex to respond, he says to him " We know that ten swords exisit, correct? Eight have been found and you have four of them. No one knows exactly which swords to place here. But know this Alex! Here is the answer to your question! As this place will open the underworld in which your wife resides. You cannot bring her back to life, but you can see her in her soul form beyond these walls." Alex turns to Harry,Hermione,Lukas,Katya, Draco and Alyona and opens a portal and tells them to leave or else he will forcefully make them leave! The six of them do as they're told and they walk through the portal to the other side taking them back into the hotel in London.

Back in London the six are not speaking. Lukas is the most distraught. As his uncle seemed to have made a turn for the worst. Just then an older man walks into the dining hall. It's Alexs assisstant 'Hopkins." He's 68 years old  about  5 feet and nine inches tall with white hair and a rather elegant voice. He's always proper and acts very gentlmen like. Hopkins notices the morbid looks on their faces saying "This is a day of festivities my friends! Why the long faces?" None of them replied back. They sat there in silence. Hopkins looks around and notices something strange.He walks up to Harry and says to him " Now Mr.Potter it's been a while since I've seen you.  But when did your scar go away?" Harry has a shocked look on his face and runs up to a mirror! Sure enough the lightning scar that he had was no more. The six tell Hopkins what they had saw happen with Alex. Hopkins grabs a bottle of red wine from the bar and a wine glass. He sits down and pours himself a drink. As he rasises the glass to his lips he says to them " This was going to happen. I warned Alex long ago not to let her death consume him and I see know that it did." Alyona asks Hopkins "How come we couldn't stop this? How could our friend turn to evil?" Hopkins looks up at the ceiling for a bit before responding " He loved her didn't he? Alex loved Natalia. The love they both had reminded me of my marriage when we were younger. So full of love, happiness. Alex was always intersested in black magic. But when he married Natalia he put it all away. He only then focused on blue mana. Alyona? tell me? if someone  you loved so dearly died in such a tragic way how would you respond? Like I said to you all already, it was bound to happen." Lukas gets up and with a loud voice says to hopkins "We have to fix him or something! We also can't let him open up the underworld! There's something we must be able to do!"  Hopkins still sitting down waves his hand at a bookcase that's to his left.  A small box floats over to him. He opens the box and begins to look through it. " Ah! Okay , here we go lads!" Hopkins pulls out a small business card with the Acronym S.E.L. Hopkins hands the card to Lukas telling him " This is a business owned by Alexs friend Jennifer, you know her? She was once a lawyer for the Azorious senate, but has since retired and built her own bio-genetic labs company known as the  " Simic Evolution Labs." Her home office is in Hong Kong. If there's anyone that can help you it's going to be her." Lukas takes the card and looks at Hopkins like he's crazy. " Uh... Hopkins? What good is a Bio-lab to us?" Lukas says looking at the card. "Oh!" Hopkins replies " Jennifer made this thing called a spark extractor! It's used to pull out a planeswalkers spark. It could work to remove his. It might remove the evil part in your uncle.” Lukas had no reply to that and sat back down looking at the card. Hopkins drinks the final last few drops in his wine glass. He walks over to the bar and beings to wash his glass. He speaks loudly over the running water saying “ I suggest you all go to sleep now. I’ll contact Jennifer and I’ll book your flights to Hong Kong. It’s a long flight you guys! At almost 13 hours long. So I suggest you all get some rest.

Harry,Hermione,Lukas,Katya, Draco and Alyona had one of the most sleepless nights in their lives. Each getting about 3-4 hours of sleep. Hopkins wakes them all up and has their luggage and everything else prepared for their journey. As they head down to the car two "Brass Secretaries" carry their belongings to the car. As everyone gets inside Hopkins says to them all " Now, I set everything up for you all. Jenifer knows you'll be there. She'll have one of her assistants pick you up at the airport they'll be holding a sign with the word "Valiant." Now they're all on the plane and flying to Hong Kong!  Draco is pretty impressed with everything so far. He turns to his wife Hermione and says " You know dear, I've always frowned upon muggles. But this? This is bloody brilliant! Who thought the muggles would make such fantastic machines!" Of course this was Katyas first time flying on an airplane as well. As she has lived on a world where none of this technology exisits. She spent most  of her time just looking out the window in awe of the great view before her. 13 hours passed by fairly quickly to them all. They landed and were met by a large Rhino who held the sign that said  "valiant." As the six walk up to the rhino, the rhino speaks saying " Welcome my guests! My name is Rhox and I will be guiding you throught your stay here." Rhox leads them to the subway/train station that is inside the Hong Kong international airport. They all walk for a few minutes until they reach an area which is blocked off. Above the entryway to this part of the station reads "Capenna Express for S.E.V workers and guests only." As they enter the six are stunned at what they see! Alyona turns to the others and says " Wow! This place looks like the U.S.A when it was in the early 1900's! Like it belongs in the old mafia movies!" It wasn't long before they reached the main headquarters of S.E.V. the train took them directly to the building itself. By this time the six were getting very tired and Rhox could see it on their faces. Rhox leads them all to a room which looks like a hospital ward. The walls were white and there were beds lined up on one side of the room while the other side had monitor in front of each bed. " Jennifer will be in here shortly. Please change into the hospital gowns and lay in bed please" Rhox says to them. The six all look at each other awkwardly as they only saw one bathroom to change in. But as soon as Harry picked up his gown these frosted glass walls came down inbetween each bed and gave them privacy to change. Lukas says loudly " I don't know if that was cool or creepy? It's like the gown knew it was touched." The rest begin to laugh at what Lukas had said. After they all had changed into their gowns they each got into bed and laid down waiting for Jennifer to arrrive. And just as the glass partitions came down, they went back up as soon as they all laid down. Again Lukas made a funny comment " Yeah, ok this is creepy as F....." He couldn't get the last word out because at that very moment Jennifer came walking in. Jennifer was tall and had beautiful long blonde hair. She had on a lab coat with black slacks and a brown turtle neck. She introduced herself saying to them "Hello everyone! I'm Jennifer and I am the owner of this company here. Hopkins called me and told me what had happened with you all? I'm not so sure what I can do exactly to fix this issue but I can help you figure things out." Jennifer walks up to the beds. At the head of each bed was a square on the wall. She touches it with her hand and small tray extends out holding an odd looking helmet. She touches each square at each of their beds and each tray had the exact same helmet. Jennifer walks up to the foot of the beds so the six can see her and hear her clearly. " So I need you all to wear these headsets for me ok? These are called memory printers." Katya repeats Jennifer " Memory printers?" Ohh let me explain them to you guys sorry!" jennifer says with a bit of embarasment on her face. " So these headsets you have to wear when you sleep. Just think of what happened with Alex just the way you remember it happening. Then they will collect the memory and put them into our servers so we can better determine what you saw. It will give us an exact picture of everything." Without an issue each put the memory printers on and went to sleep soundly. They all woke up nearly 10 hours later! This was expected of course as they not only did not sleep well before the flight, they didn't sleep during it either. In walked four faeries known as "maraleaf pixies" each had brought breakfast to them. Partway through their breakfast Jennifer walks in looking like she had not slept in a week. Jennifer yawns nearly uncontrolably and says "Take your showers and get dressed I have some very interesting things to tell you."

Cleaned and dressed they all follow Jennifer to yet another room. This room looks like something out of a science fiction movie! There are large glass incubators with some type of fluid in them each with some kind of person inside. At the end of this room is a large computer set up with extremely large screens and other equipment. Jennifer reaches for her coffee mug and says to them all "The data from the helmets are sent here. As you can see each screen has your names on them. Now watch carefully." Jennifer goes to the main computer controlling the screens and hits a button. The six are floored at what the screens show! They literally show what they saw through their eyes that day with Alex. Jennifer takes a sip of her coffee and then says " Get ready for what I'm going to tell you because it's gonna be a shock!" Jennifer points to the screens "So of course as you see here your memories are being displayed here. I watched them over and over and saw nothing odd. I slowed them down and watched frame by frame and still saw nothing out of the ordinary. But then I got the idea to put them all together." Jennifer then points to a table that looks like a big giant Ipad. " This is why we call it the memory printer guys. This takes all of your memories and meshes them together and then makes a 3D hologram out of it. None of them have ever seen such a thing in their lives! And here they thought magic was impressive! Jennifer countinues " This isn't the shocking part. You see this 3D print out? Watch carefully." She says as she flips through different views of the hologram. She changes it to infared,  and a few others. She finds the ones she wants and stops it. "This is what we call the Aura-enhancment viewer. Basically everyone has their own aura of magic. The screens will show graphs of each aura and what magic your aligned to.  Jennifer puts on some kind of robotic glove and then walks up to the 3D display and picks up the  hologram of Alex and of Ashiok with both hands. She says to them " Alex and Ashiok, now watch when I put them both on the Aura display." Hermione sees it instantly " They both have the same graph reading! I'm sure everyone has nearly the same kind of aura?" Jennifer replies " No, they don't. An Aura is like your magical DNA everyones is different." Lukas walks up to Jennifer and says " So you're telling me that my Uncle and Ashiok are the same person?" Jennifer sits down at the desk and puts her hands on her head saying "Not yet, but he's close to it." Jennifer is visibly upset at this. She puts her hands over her mouth in despair. She puts her hands down and says to them " I know what Alex is trying to do and I am not so sure what we can do about it. But I have an employee here who collects swords. He knows about the Mirian swords. I have an idea........

The six leave the lab and spend their entire day exploring Hong Kong. Just as dinner is appraoching Jennifer shows up to their hotel with a Chinese man by the name of "Xaunye." Since Jennifer was a good friend of Alexs she had a portal rune with her to his place in Chicago. Beforehand she had gotten all 4 of the swords and brought them back with her to Hong Kong. Each sword was wrapped in a cloth and placed on a large table. " Xuanye? I need you to appraise these swords for me please. But they're on a timer. They will return to their orginal owner in 90 minutes from now. So do this as fast as you can." Xuanye nods his head in agreement and begins to unfold the fabric over each sword. He has a small tool box with him. He pulls out all the tools and begins to inspect each sword. After nearly 30 minutes of going over them he says to the others " Who owns these?" Jennifer replies " Sorry, I cannot divulge that information." Xuanye takes of his white gloves and steps back a bit saying to them all "These are priceless Jennifer. Whoever you know that has these is not a normal person. The versions of these swords are highly sought after. but they can only be obtained through a trial." Now all of them are confused at what Xuanye had just said. Harry asks Xuanye " So these were never bought? They were a reward?" Xuanye nods hsi head yes and further expains to them all "Yes you can buy these swords at a rather already insanse amount of money anywhere from 120,000- 300,00 dollars. But for those versions? Those are what we call the "plain jane" versions. They're still rare but not as rare as the actual sword itself. And these 4 swords are the original versions." Katya asks "what trials?" Xuanye explains "Ah! The trials! So the Gods who made these swords ever so often hold a tournament to obtain their swords. But there's one trial per one sword. The challenges are very difficult and for one to complete one trial is very impressive. But here are 4 swords each from a trial each damn near priceless." They all sit in silence. They all assumed Alex had bought the swords. But now? They have more to fear and worry about. Jennifer pulls out a huge wad of cash and gives it to Xuanye as she pays him for the apprasial. Just as Xuanye is about to leave he snaps his fingers and says " Ohh I just remembered! In 3 months the trial of feast and famine will take place. The trial for the Sword of Feast and Famine. In my opinion the most desired sword of all time. I can tell you where the trials take place if you'd like?" They all happily accept. Xuanye gives them a map of where to go. Hermione waits for Xuanye to leave and she says loudly "we need to join this torunament and get that sword! It's the only way to stop Alex and you all know it." All in agreement they follow the directions on the map and hope someone will be there to allow them to enter.

The six reach the place where the map had taken them ans to their surprise there was a long line of people standing to get in. Men in these dark robes walked down the line of people telling most to leave while very few stayed. They wondered of the six who would be asked to leave? But the men walked right by them and said nothing. They stood there watching as countless of other people were told to leave at once. As the line of people thinned out the men in the dark robes gathered the remaning people and spoke to them "You all have been allowed to fight in the trials. We see great potential in all of you. Please go back home and in the next three months please return to this exact same place for the start of the trial. Each person was given a small coin which had a sword on it and a unique number for each of them. They were told not to lose this coin as it would be what they would need to enter the torunament. Harry,Hermione,Lukas,Katya, Draco and Alyona  return to the hotel and get a goods night sleep as tomorrow morning they all head back home to begin their training.

But..... in a small realm not known to many people are a brutal race of Dark Elves known as the Sartovits. They are mostly aligned with black and green mana. About 70% of the elves are vampires. Most people view black and green magic as being rather evil. But the Sarovits do not use these colors for nefarious deeds as others would. You see, black and green is used mostly for zombies and grave diggers and all the other sorts! But the Sarovits use this magic to better their crops and life as a whole. Here on this realm things are very simple. Patches of villages are throught the world. But in one small village are the most brutal of all of the citizens here. This village is the home of one young Dark elf who broke barriers, the only female warrior to have obtained the highest honor among her tribe " Blood Champion."Lina is her name. She's rather short with long brown hair and hazel eyes. She's very tough and very picky. She really doesn't care for much as she lives in her own world. Her family is he number one priority. Many years ago when she was 70 years old, Lina began to feel that her family needed her protection. She wasn't so sure why she felt this way, but she knew it was the right thing to do. But on this world the gender roles are very straight forward. The men do the fighting, hunting and building. While the women stay home caring for the children,crops and etc. Now, it wasn't uncommon to see a female Sartovit use magic to defend herself. Many tribal wars were in the past and many women have helped fight. But none fought like Lina. You see Lina could never tell anyone that she wanted to train to fight like the men do. So instead of asking the men to train her, she trained herself. She spent the next 20 years training hard. She trained everyday until she felt she was ready to show everyone how capable she was. That day came and she was ready to show her world what she had done. But the Gods of another world had other plans. The very same men in black robes came to her village looking for a suitable warrior. They passed up every man; But not Lina. Just like the others, they gave her the coin which had the sword. But this coin was for the trial of "Fire and Ice." Once this happened no one in the village would speak to Oksana. The men were in disgust about her! How dare this honor be given to a woman! A young woman at that! Who does she think she is? Are these men crazy? Do they not know the stregnth and powerof the men in this village? Lina is a weak elf! How dare they! For the next 3 months the citizens of the village made fun of Lina, and played evil pranks on her. Even her own father was rather mean to her. But Lina tried her hardest to stay focused. Tears in her eyes every night. She could not believe that her own people would be so mean to her. But she trained even harder. Then the 3 months passed and Lina was taken away to the trials by the men in the robes. 4 days had passed by and Lina had returned to her home world. She had defeated the trial. Not only was she the only female to be rewarded a sword from these trials, she was the only one on her home world to be such a champion. Lina returned home to find everyone asleep. She slowly put the sword above the fireplace and just stared at it. Again, tears in her eyes as everything she did was worth it all. To accomplish such a feat. She did not care what the others thought of her. This was for herself. And now? She had reached what she thought was the peak of her life. To be one of the very few people in all of the universe to obtain this sword as there are only 8 to be in exisitance. Just then her father walks in. He hears Lina crying and gives her a hug telling her "I have always been proud of you my daughter. I only treated that way so you can train harder. I will always love you and be proud of you. We all are! You are truly the greatest daughter a father could ask for." Now that the village knows Oksana had won the sword she is forever known as "The Blood Champion of Sartovit." The highest honor among warriors.

Now of course these events had happened a long time ago. So now we head to the present day. In the center of the village was a bell.  The bell would ring on every hour of the day. But the bell would also ring for other reasons. Two bell rings meant a town meeting, three bell rings means a storm is coming, and four bell rings means to take up arms! Two loud rings are heard everyone in the village drops what they're doing and heads to the city center. As everyone gathers the leader of the village walks up to the podium his name is " Nazhmet." He stands very tall and very muscular everything about this man was warrior like and every single woman wanted him... but not Lina. She was more interested in her family than a man or marriage. Nazhmet began to speak to the citizens "Today I was informed of a very serious threat, a threat to not only our world but to others. A man from earth by the name of Alex has defeated 4 of the 8 trials. Yes everyone, he has 4 of the swords. Now we know one of members of the village has one. So I am taking Lina as well as 1 other person to enter the newest trial which is happening soon. We must stop Alex from getting this final sword. He plans to open the underworld to see his wife who has been dead for many earth years. So I ask everyone to help the ones I chose for this task. It is dangerous indeed and the possibilty they may not return is high." Lina ran back home! She went inside grabbed the sword and slammed it on the ground screaming loudly! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She does not and will not leave her family! The screams were heard by Nazhmet, her father and the  other that were selected to fight in the tournament. They approach Lina and say to her "Enough crying! You are asked to go this is not an option! Lina points the sword at Nazhmet saying " I WILL NOT LEAVE MY FAMILY! THEY NEED ME FIND SOMEONE ELSE NOW!" Now this made Linas father very angry. He grabs the sword from her hands saying " You're not worthy to have this sword Lina, maybe it was a mistake or pure damn luck you got this. You want to stay then stay and be a normal female elf! Get you ass to those berry bushes and pick berries and never pick up a sword again! You're not a warrior, you're a coward!" What her father said enraged her and she screamed back at her father "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME! AFTER ALL THAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH? I SACARFICED SO MUCH, I TRAINED SO FUCKING HARD! NONE OF YOU ASSHOLES DID WHAT I'VE DONE! NONE OF YOU! EVERYDAY I LIVE IN PHYSICAL PAIN AND MENTAL PAIN! BUT I TRAIN AND TRAIN? WHY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU FATHER! BECAUSE THIS FAMILY IS MY WORLD! DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT SHIT TO ME AGAIN! EVER!" Lina falls to her knees crying. Her father kneels down with her and in a calm voice says to her " Lina? Us men know of Alex. If he doesn't get that sword? He will come here and destroy this entire world just to have this sword and then what? If you do not go? there may not be a world left for you to come home to. You have to stop him my daughter....please show us what you're truly capable of. Lina accepts her fathers request. Nazhmet says to Lina " We start training tomorrow, so get ready!"

Nazhmet had chosen 3 other people to help train Lina in the village. The first was Salim, he was the leader of the Archers defensive post. The second was Laura, She was half human and half dark elf. She was a soldier of the swiftspears. And the last was Christina she was trained in the dark arts of necromancy. Nazhmet knew these 3 including him could help Lina prepare of this  trial. The next day came and Lina was rusty. She was not the powerful warrior she once was. The others spared her no mercy as they were very hard on her. Every day Lina went home bruised and bleeding from the training. But just like before she focused harder and harder. One day she was put up against Laura. Now Laura was a swiftspear guardian. Her martial arts were very fast and effective! They both stood in the circle and began to fight! Lina blocked every punch,kick and magical spell Laura threw at her. Not once did she try to strike Laura as she knew this was her brothers wife. This of course made Laura angry at Lina! As the 2 young women fought in the circle Laura yells at Lina saying " DAMN IT LINA! FIGHT LIKE YOU MEAN IT! ALEX WILL KILL YOU IF YOU FIGHT LIKE THIS! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! FIGHT LIKE  YOU MEAN IT! FIGHT FOR YOU FAMILY DAMN YOU! Lina goes in to a rage and with one punch Lina hits Lauras shield and she is sent flying out of the ring and lands on her back. Just then Nazhmet ends the fight saying " Your training is over Lina, We will now head to earth and join this trial." Lina does not wish to spend her last day on her home world partying with the rest of the village. She just wants to be home with her family. And so she spends the rest of her final day with them in pure happines as this is what life was for Lina. It was not war, or a championship title, it was the love of her family that she lived for and now that very love was threatned by a man who was to do the impossible.....

The day has come! The tournament is to be held at the famous Grand coliseum! Many great tournaments have been held here for the last few centruies!  The tournament for the 8th sword has begun! Many people from all over have shown up! Chandra the Fire Mage, Ob Nixilis the Savage Demon, Rusalka, and Alex of course! Everyone looks around the coliseum to size up their opponents. The seats in the coliseum are filling up! There must be hundreds of people here for this! The men in black robes appear again. But this time with their leader who's wearing a red robe. The man in the red robe blows into a rams horn. The loud sound is noticed by everyone and all pay attention to his words. "Welcome my trial contestants! This trial is for the Sword of Feast and Famine. You will all have to face each other in combat. The one who comes out victoriuos will be  rewarded with the blade itself. There is only one rule at this tournament. Once you have been conisdered to be down by the referee you cannot get back up to fight. Everything else is ok. Now take your seats as we prepare the first battle! The crowd goes wild! Cheering and chanting the names of their favorite person who's competing! The fights are absolutley brutal! Lukas fights the ever powerful Dragon known as Niv-Mizzet! The bets were obviously placed on the dragon. The fight went on for 2 minutes! Longer than most people who fought Niv-Mizzet! But Lukas ended the battle by casting a "Lightning Axe" and throwing it at the dragons head! Niv-Mizzet is down! Lukas screams "YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Niv-Mizzet bows to Lukas and gives his respect for Lukas givng him such a good fight! The crowd goes wild again! Chanting his name! LUKAS LUKAS! LUKAS! Next up was Lina! She was to face the evil gorgon herself Varaska! The fight begins! Varaska tries to turn Lina into stone, but Linas shield  reflects these attacks! Varaska sends large venemous snakes to attack Lina! But the snakes are no match! They are killed as fast as they were summoned. Varaska pulls out her bow and arrows and begins to shoot at Lina. The first 3 arrows Lina dodges but she catches the 4th and charges Varaska at full speed! Lina raises her shield to protect her eyes and she takes the arrrow Varaska had shot at her and stabs Varaska in the shoulder! An unbelieveable turn of events! Everyone thought Varaska would have ended Lina! But Lina was the winner. Now the stadium grew silent as the next contestant came forward...... it was Alex and he would be facing the Ancient Silverback Gorilla. The Gorilla charges at Alex! But Alex pulls out his sword of Body and Mind which has protection from Blue and green magic. The gorilla Swings at Alex as hard as he can but to no avail! The sword protect Alex from his attacks. The gorilla is alligned with green magic. All of his magic is useless against him. The gorilla gets angry and says to Alex " Put down your weapon and fight me! You need such a weapon just to win against me!" Alex throws the sword down on the ground. The Silverback leaps into the air with both fists and comes down on Alex hard. But casts his "dark banishing spell that kills the Gorilla in one blow. There's no cheering for Alex as the stadium is silent. Next up is Nazhmet!  A skilled fighter who is up against the Draco Malfoy! The fight barely last  30 seconds as Nazhmet sends a fire bolt that knocks Draco out in one hit! The fights continue on that day! Lukas defats Harry Potter in a wonder aerial battle! Harry Potter took to the air on his broom while Lukas took to air on his Lightning Elemental! Alyona defeats Liliana in a classic battle between good and evil! Druids versus Zombies! The tournamant did not dissapoint at all! There were many great mages and warriors who have shown up to claim the sword! As the 1st day of the torunament ended all stayed on the grounds of the Grand colisuem as it had dorms for the participants of the tournament. As they all seat eating a large feast Lukas decides to talk to Lina he was very impressed with her abilities as a warrior. Walking up to Lina with his plate of food he asks Lina if he may sit next to her. Lina nods her head yes. As Lukas sits next to her he says " You're pretty impressive out there! You straight up demolished a lot of good fighters out there." Lina blushing a bit turns to Lukas and replies " You too kiddo! How old are you? Aren't you too young to be here?" Lukas tells Lina that he's 12. Lina nearly chokes on her food! "WHAT?! 12?! AND YOU FIGHT LIKE THAT?!" Lina says to Lukas. Lukas with a little grin on his face says " Let's just say I've been blessed to have been taught by powerful people." As they both sat and ate Lina had asked the obvious question to Lukas " Why are you here? And how did you know about this place?" Now Lukas was not about to let Lina know that Alex was his uncle and how he and his friends planned to stop him from getting that blade. So Lukas just said " well you know, I'd figure I would give this a shot ya know? I mean better I win the sword than someone else who would use it for evil deeds." Lina gives this look to Nazhmet and Laura. Could it be that the gods from other worlds have sent other capable warriors to stop Alex? The answer Lukas gave her seemed too spot on.

The 2nd day started off early! The crowd was even larger than yesterday! The battles fought today were some of the most anticipated ever! Alyona fights Ajani! The winner?! Ajani! Lukas goes up against Jace the mind sculptor and Lukas come out victorious! The third battle? Alex versus Laura! Laura is very fast and Alex is having a hard time keeping up! Could this be the end of Alex as we know it? Their swords clash into each other as Laura blocks and parries every move Alex throws at her! But Laura makes one mistake a mistake that would cost her life! Laura tries to cast a "Banishing light" spell on Alex but Alex uses his famous "Undermine" counterspell on her which damages her! Laura is too hurt to move and she falls to the ground on her knees! Alex gets behind her and grabs her hair with is left hand and uses his right hand to drain the life right out of her! Laura is screaming! But it is too late! The very life force from Laura has been drained! Her skin is black as she lays lifeless on the ground! Still no one cheers for Alex, they all can sense his evil! The next key battle was between Nazhmet and Garruk the Wildspeaker! The two large men battle hard! Both having nearly the same spells this was a classic "Mirror match!" But to everyones surpise Nazhmet takes the win! More matches go on throught the day! But the best are always saved for last! In the final matches of the day Alex is put up against Sorin the Vampire! in the fastest fight ever at the tournament Alex kills Sorin instantly! But the next fight is the one everyone showed up for! Hermione versus Chandra! Chandra sends Phoenix after Phoneix to atack Herimone! But Herminone deals with them easily. They both sling spells at each other like crazy! Lava Bursts, Otter Illsusions, Runic Shots and more! The fight lasted nearly 5 minutes long with Chandra being the winner! Battle after battle happened until only one more fight of the day. This fight was to be for the final 4!  But the final battle of the day was the most heart wrenching! Lukas versus OB Nixilis! This was seen in the eyes of many as an unfair fight! A 12 year old boy against a Demon? Lina and Alex begged Lukas to not fight him! But Lukas looked right at his Uncle Alex and said "No Uncle Alex..... I can't let you get that sword. I'll die trying;  but I'll do what I have to do for the sake of our world and others." Lina could not believe what she just heard! This young boy was willing to die to prevent Alex from getting this sword! And to top it all of Lukas was his nephew? it all made sense to her now. It's why Lukas was so powerful! The crowd booed the ones who held this tournamant! To allow a demon to fight Lukas? But the battle must go on. Lukas knew the risk but to him? There was no option. It had to be done. As the both walked to the center of the stadium the crowd was ever so silent. Ob Nixilis says to Lukas " Give up now and I'll keep you as my little magical slave! Save yourself from certain death BOY!" But Lukas was not scared at all! He looked into Ob Nixils eyes abd spoke no words! As the fight begins Lukas sends 4 lightning bolts at Ob Nixilis! Ob Nixilis dashes past two of them but the others hit him right in the face! Ob nixilis yells " You little shit! GO HOME TO YOUR MOMMY!"  Lukas sends shock spells and even an Urza's Rage at him but things aren't looking to good for Lukas! The demon grabs Lukas by his forearms and is pulling at Lukas as if to tear him apart! The crowd is screaming in horror! Lukas closes his eyes and hsi body begins to fill with electical power! There's static in the air! Now Lukas is fully englulfed in electric! He grabs Ob Nixilis wrist sending the electric right through his body. Ob Nixilis lets go of Lukas! Ob Nixilis is stunned! Without a moment to waste Lukas summons a "Lightning Axe" in his hands and throws it at Ob Nixilis head! The demon blows up into a million pieces! The crowd roars! They cannot believe it! Lukas has done the impossible! His uncle sits there silently and the others with tears rolling down their faces! Lukas was what they all thought. A young mage who could save the universe. The children in the stadium began to chant..... "Lukka-Setin-Zenda!" Translated this means "Lukas  hero of the Lost Children." A hero for the children who have no voice, for the children who are abused and have no one to love or care for them. Lukas was their hero. A young boy they could look up too. The hopes that they can have the stregnth as he does to carry on, to fight against the ones who hurt them.

The 3rd day of the tournament is starting later in that day. As now only 4 conestants remain. Lukas, Lina, Nazhmet and Alex. The coliseum was starting to fill up fast! Lina.Lukas and Nazhemt were celebrities. They all had fans...But Alex was not there. But his presence did not matter since none of the audience was rooting for him. All morning the 3 met with fans and the other people who had entered the tournament. As the crowd died down and began to head to the seats at the Coliseum, Lina pulls Lukas aside. "Lukas? Do you really think we can beat him? Can we stop him?" Lukas turned to Lina and softly said " I don't know.... I really don't. But one of us will have to stop him." The realazation of what is going on hit the 3 of them. As they knew only one of them would face off against Alex. They could only pray to the Gods for the stregnth to defeat Alex. One hour left until the final matches are to be fought. Lina, Lukas and Nazhmet are in their quarters going over their final spells. Making sure that they are prepared for the possibility which faces them. The bell rings true. It's sound is heard throught the stadium, it's now time for them to head into the center of the arena. The 4 of them stand in a line and face the judges. The men in the robes life the Sword of feat and famine into the air saying " Today is the day we find out who is worthy of this weapon, a weapon of pure power, crafted by the gods themselves. Warriors? Prepare yourself!" The Arena is silent.The first 2 names are called Lina and Lukas! Both of their hearts drop. They became friends during this time. And now? They will face each other in combat. Alex refuses to look at his Nephew as he just walks away. Nazhmet gives Lina a hug and wishes her the best in this fight. Lina and Lukas stand nearly 15 feet away from each other. Lina knows what Lukas is good at. And that's lightning attacks. So if she could just put enough distance between them both she might be ok.... or so she thought. Lukas went in hard and fast! Lightning appeard on his hand and feet. He threw 2 lightning bolts at Lina! She dodged them! But during this dodge she let Lukas get too close to her! 1 punch to her face a 2nd uppercut to her chin, a 3rd knee to her chest and a kick to her stomach puts Lina down on the ground faster than anything before! Lukas stands over Lina saying "Come on Lina! remember what this is for! Show me what ya got!" Lina shakes off the blows and sends a vampiric shadow spell at lukas! He "negates the spell easily!" But Lina doesn't give up! She throws more spells at Lukas. And Lukas counters them again. The audience is going wild! This fight is spectacular! But...... Lukas runs out of counterspells and Lina lands the final blow on Lukas which knocks him out of the circle. Lina jumps for joy! She can't believe that she won! She runs to Lukas and helps him up. The judges announce her victory loudly " LINA IS THE WINNER!" Tears roll down Linas face and she says " Come here you little shit! Lukas! You gave me one hell of a fight! You are more than welcome to be among my people anytime!" Lukas hugs Lina in return for her kind words. Lina screams loudly in the arena " I MAY HAVE WON. BUT LET'S HEAR IT FOR LUKAS THE HERO OF THE LOST CHILDREN!" And just like before the children chanted Lukes name. With that fight over with. there was one more that needed to be fought. One before the true final battle. Alex and Nazhemt would face off. But this would be a fight like no other. Now Nazhmet had fought in many battles in his life. But for this fight? He was scared, very scared. Alex had killed every person he had fought here. No other contestant in this tournament had killed anyone. Alex was the only one to kill. It seems he killed out of anger and frustration. As they both stood in the circle Nazhmet saw the evil in Alexs eyes. There was something there that he couldn't place. Before the battle begins Alex says to Nazhmet " Surrender now and I will let you live." But Nazhmet shook his head no! And the fight was on. Nazhmet Lunges at Alex summoning other dark elf vampires with him. And again alex easily removes the dark elves until there is only Nazhmet standing. Alex stands in place as to taunt Nazhmet.  Without any thought Nazhmet charges at Alex with full speed holding his spear! Alex quickly summons his "sword of war and peace" and throws it into the air. As the sword  flies in the air above their heads, one his Alexs angels catches the sword in it's hands! It's the ever famous Crypt Angel! An angel of pure black mana! As the Angel catches the sword she strikes down upon Nazhmet cutting his head off! Alex walks up to the decapitated head and picks is up by his hair and throws it at Lina saying "Give up now! Or face the same fate as your brother!" GIVE UP NOW!" Lina is in shock! She breaks down in front of everyone. Now hatred ran through her! Alex had slain her older brother! Alex had killed her partners in this tournament. She was out for vengeance!

Still the 3rd day the last battle would not happen until  two more hours. The torches are lit! The  sky is clear! The time is near! The final battle is almost here. But something odd has just happened. The crowd refused to sit behind Alex. So they filled up the stadium on the side of Lina! The crowd showed their loyalty to Lina! While impressive this was nothing! Because what would happen next would strike fear into the hearts of everyone! As Lina stepped in the circle of the Arena, the crowd cheered loudly for her. But when Alex walked in? There was a Lunar eclipse. The judges knew what this meant and they could not ignore it saying to everyone loudly " It seems the sky has shown us whos side they're on." Lina is breathing heavily she now rethinks even coming here. The eclipse could only mean one thing. The Gods are on his side not hers. And without the referee starting the fight! Alex and Lina rush each other! AS their swords clash together it creates a blinding light that turns the darkness into day light for a split second. Lina stabs Alex in his leg! he falls to the ground! Lina rushes him to kill him! But Alex vanishes into thin air! Alex flies on by in a magical display like a spirit and he strikes her! but only a small cut to her cheek. Again Alex strikes again cutting her stomach. As Alex come around for the 3rd strike Lina summons the "Loxodon Warhammer" and slams it right into Alex which nearly knocks him out of the circle! She summons vampires, dragons, Fiends and Zombies at her side! there are at least 25 of them all together! With her black magic she raises Alex off the ground! grabs his head and screams " It's time to feast!" Just as Lina is about to sink her teeth into Alex to devour his blood, Alex uses a spell that most have only heard of... Damnation. All the hordes of monsters Lina had summoned were killed instantly! A large black sphere had appeared and exploded! Body parts rained down in the Arena! And Lina lies on the ground breathing her final breaths of air. Lukas, Hermione, Katya, Draco, Harry, Alyona and jennifer watch in horror! It's already over. Alex had won. Jennifer reached into her pocket and pulled out a small "spark reader." it was beeping like crazy and she didn't understand why. Jennifer pointed it in the dircetion of Alex and said " OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!" She is stuttering! she can't get what she wants to say out of her mouth. Alyona loudly says "What Jenn? What is it?" Jenn just screams " Just look! I can't believe what were gonna see here" As Alex walks to Lina he begins to change.... transform. He is now no longer Alex, he is now ASHIOK! THE USHER OF NIGHTMARES!" What jennifer had told them in her lab came true. Ashiok grabs Lina by her head and says " YOUR FATHER WAS RIGHT! YOU DO NOT DESERVE THIS  SWORD. IF YOU WILL NOT GIVE IT TO ME I WILL TAKE IT BY FORCE!" Just like he did to Laura he did to Lina but with one major difference. He did not kill Lina. Alex had used his black magic to extract the sword from her mind! A foul kind of magic to be used! As the sword of fire and ice was now in his hands. But as soon as Ashiok grabbed the sword he turned back into Alex. Lina crying and still on the floor says " Why? Why do this? Do you have no care for anyone or anything?" Alex does not answer. He walks up to the judges and they give him the sword. He had won, and everyone was upset. But there was nothing they could do. He won it fair and square. Now Alex has 6 of the 10 swords. He opens a portal and yells to everyone before entering " HOW DARE ANY OF YOU THINK YOU COULD FACE ME! MY POWER IS ABSOLUTE!" Lukas, Hermione, Harry, Draco, Alyona and Katya run to Lina and pick her up. Katya begins to use her magical spells to heal Lina. She recovers fast from Katyas healing spells. Lukas realizes that they only have a few seconds before that portal closes. So he uses his teleportation spell to send them through the portal! Now on the other side of the portal they notice this place looks too familiar. "Of course!" Alyona shouts. this is the where it all started. Alex turns to them and tells them all "You just don't listen do ya?" Alex begins to run towards the center of the realm so that he may place the swords in the stone center. The chase is on! Lukas, Hermione, Harry, Draco, Alyona ,Katya  and Lina chase Alex with weapons and wands at the ready! Alex summons two "Phantasmal Bears" at them. But Draco casts his expelliarmus on each bear killing them both with ease! Now Alex is very mad! He begins to create the illusion that the ground is opening up before them! First, Alex creates small holes in the ground. The 7 jump over these with no problem. But Alex just creates bigger sinkholes! finally Alex creates one so big that they don't think they can jump over it. Hermione pulls out her wand and yells "wingardium leviosa!" Lukas, Harry, Alyona,Lina, Draco , Katya and Lina get to the other side. But as soon as Hermione jumps into the air, Alex flies over to her and slams her into the ground! The rest finally see that the sinkholes were just illusions! But just like before..... Hermione would suffer a fate worse than death itself! Alex grabs Hermione by her hair and begins to pour an evil magic into her mind!Hermione screams so horrifically "HELP ME PLEASE!"  She is no longer the Hermione they once knew. She is now a slave to Alex and will do his bidding! Hermione stands up with red eyes and her hair as dark as midnight! The evil magic that flows through Alex now flows through Hermione! Alex Whispers into Hermiones ear " Kill them all for me now!" Hermione rushes towards her husband Draco! Screaming " I'LL KILL YOU DRACO! AND I'LL KILL YOU TOO POTTER!! COME HERE!" The rage and evil inside of her is an absolute nightmare! Alyona tries to stop her! But hermione is too strong! Hermione takes her wand and points it at Alyona and says "Cruciatus Curse!" But not a moment later Lukas casts his counterspell on Hermione stoping her curse from harming Alyona! Lukas helps Alyona up and says " Everyone take care of Hermione! Remove the curse from her! I'll deal with my uncle!" Lukas summons his "Lightning Dragon" and jumps on it's back and flies towards his uncle at full speed with his Lightning Axe in hand! Of course Alex sees this and says to himself "AHHHHH Finally a worthy opponent!" Just before Lukas reaches Alex he jumps off his dragon and throws his axe at his uncle! But Alex moves out of the way too quickly! Lukas sends a plethora of lightning spells at his uncle! But Alex counters them all! It's a clasic battle between Darknesss and Light. But Lukas gets the upper hand. Alex Anticipates a move by Lukas inccorectly and Lukas lands a blow on his uncle that knocks him to the ground. Mean while Harry,Alyona,Katya,Lina and Draco are having a real hard time dealing with Hermione. She not only has her own spells; but the dark magic spells that Alex also has. She is an unstoppable force. Katya standing in the back healing the group from Hermiones attacks remembers a spell she learned from Alex's brother Auston...."Naturalize" Katya yells as she directs the spell at Hermione. The curse is broken! Hermione is freed. But still they have to stop Alex and he's getting closer and closer. It's all in now or nothing! The 7 cast their largest creature spells at Alex in the hopes to stop him. Harry casts his Patrounus spell summoning a Deer, Hermione also casts hers summoning an Otter,Draco follows suit and summons forth an Ebon Dragon! Katya summons her Thorn Elemental, Lina summons her Urborg Lhurgoyf, Alyona summons her Sun Titan and finally Lukas casts his "Experimental Overload" creating a massive Electric humanoid creature! The large creatures run towards Alex screaming there war cries! Alex begins to laugh as he wonders why they didn't learn their lesson from before? When he fought Lina. Alex casts his Aetherize spell which immediately disperses the creatures from existence! A large wave of pur magical energy knocks down all of the 7 heroes. It's too late. Alex has reached the center. Now since there are only 3 holes in the stone , tries each of the 6 swords he has until he finds his match. The 7 heroes lay on the ground in pain and saddend about their failure. The sword of body and mind,Light and shadow, and the sword of hearth and home fit perfectly in the center. The wall opens up and reveal a golden staircase. A figure is standing on top of the stairs. They are completely made of a golden light. They walk slowly down the staircase. Who was it? None other than the love of his life "Natalia." Alyona gasps " Oh my God! I can't believe it!" They all look at her in shock! Alex begins to breath heavily. For it had been 7 years since he's seen her beautiful face. Natalia speaks to Alex saying " Why? Why did you do this? Why did you kill so many people? Why did you hurt the ones you love? I gave my life for you because I thought you were more valuable than me! You were always so kind to everyone and so generous to them! And I died in vain for you! You've disgraced me Alex! You do not love me! I WILL NOT RETURN TO LIFE FOR YOU!  You'd know this was not the way I wanted to see you! A blood trail! Was this all really worth it Alex? TELL ME WAS IT WORTH IT?!" Alex weeping and wiping the tears from his face says to Natalia "Yes... my life without you is meaningless. You are my everything. You always were. Even in death my heart is true to you." Natalia looks back up the staircase. It appears she is listening to someone. Natalia nods her head yes and says "Yes, I accept." Natalia walks into the realm leaving the golden staircase. The gods return her to life. They run into each others arms; crying hugging and kissing each other. 7 long damn years! And it was all erased. They finally came together. This hit everyone else real hard. Despite what Alex did to achieve this? They saw the power of love. The love he had for his wife. Draco grabs Hermiones hand. The Gods ascend from the Staircase! All 3 of them surround everyone. "Alex? Natalia has accepted our offer to return to life. But in order for you to stay with her? You must also accept our terms." Alex asks the gods "What are your terms." The Gods get on their knees to better talk to Alex and say to him "There is a threat, a threat you all have faced before. It is here on Earth as we speak,they're in a slumber. You and Natalia are not allowed to return until you find a way to save this world. There is a way. We will not tell you both where to go. But there is a way. Do you accept?" Alex looking back at everyone else asks the gods " Can I say goodbye to them all first?" The Gods agree. " I will not apologize for my actions to you all. I told you what I was going to do. Alex took his most prized possession and gave it to his nephew Lukas... The Sword of War and Peace. He presents the sword to Lukas saying "Take this sword and wait for the right time. Those kids called you "Hero of the lost children for a reason. I want you to lead the others when the time comes Lukas. You were born to be a great planeswalker. Do not worry, we will return."  Lukas crying accepts the sword as Alex and Natalia walk away. But before they both leave to find the help that the Gods require; Alex has a one request of the gods. Alex speaks to the gods saying " I have but one request of you all can you do this?" The gods agree to his request and they dissapear. Alex says loudly " Gods of old? Bless my Nephew Lukas with the courage to lead, bless him with compassion, and let him show others love and care for those who do not have it. May he bring light into the lives of others who only know darkness. May his heart help and heal all who need it. Make him a worthy man not only to you, myself, and his Father and Mother.  May today he no longer be known as the Hero of the lost children, May Lukas be known as "Lukas Champion of the light." As Alex and Natalia begin to walk through the portal the Gods have presented to them, Lukas yells at Natalia saying " Natalia?! What do you mean you let my Uncle live? What happened? Tell me! Tell me now!" Natalia turns around towards Lukas and waves her hands in front of him which glow white and blue. Natalia and Alex walk through and just as the portal closes images appear on that wall. It begins to show just what happened that very day..........

A group of Demons and Ogres had found Natalia and captured her!  They began to rip her clothes off of her as they were in search of something. One of the Ogres says to Natalia " DO NOT FOOL WITH US HUMAN! GIVE US THE HALO!" Natalia crying says to the Ogre " I..I have nothing! I'm a muggle! I have no idea what you're talking about! Please let me go! Please!" The Ogres insist! "Do not tell us lies Natalia! You have it and it is time to give it back!" But again Natalia denied knowing anything. Just then the leader of this group appeared none other than Angrath! The evil Minotaur speaks " Natalia, you knew what you were getting into. Yet you still deny as if nothing happened. Give it to us or die!" Natalia weeping says softly "he will save me. He will come here and kill you all. Let me go." None to sooner her husband Alex shows up with the Sword of war and peace in his hand. The shock on Angraths face! Now it all made sense to him. Why she would give the halo up. Alex simply says to Angrath ' Let her go or face a power you've only dreamt of!" Alex and Angrath  are locked  in a battle! Alex summons 2 Illusory angels and asks one of them to free Natalia and bring her to saftey and for the other to slay the ogres. Natalia could only watch Alex fight for her. She was too weak from being tortured by the ogre to assist in this fight. Natalia watched as Alex and Angrath charged at each other with full speed! They both pierce each other in the heart and fall to the ground. Natalia runs to her husband screaming " ALEX! NO! PLEASE GOD NO!"  Alex laying in a pool of his own blood and the dagger still in his heart. She lays next to him holding his dead body in her arms. Natalia sobs very hard and rubs his face. She then says to him " Alex? I have always loved you. You cannot die. You are needed by people. Your heart is to kind and generous. You've given so much to people that needed it. No! No I refuse to accept your death! Please forgive me......" Natalia takes her hand and places it over his heart where the dagger is. Her hand glows with magical power. She kisses Alex on the forehead and falls back dead. The spell she casted transffered the dagger from his heart to hers. Moments later Alex is brought back to life only to find that in his arms is the lifeless body of Natalia.   As they all watch the events play out they see  in that very moment how Alex turned so evil. They saw the black mana enter his soul! The fire in his eyes. The death of his wife brought upon such an evil that could not be stopped no matter what. They had now fully known what fueled his power. But..............

Back in Hong Kong Xuanye pays Jennifer a visit. He's holding a briefcase in his hand. He casualy walks up to Jennifer and puts the briefcase down on the table where she's eating her lunch in the lab. With a mouth full of food she says " Could you be more rude? What's in the case?" Xuanye replies " Oh, something you've wanted for a long time." Jennifer asks Xuanye to open the case. In it are 3 small vials of black liquid. Jennifer almost chokes on her food! What the.... Jennifer says. Xuanye explains himself telling Jennifer " This oil was on the Swords Alex has. It's 100% pure Phyrexian oil.... Now about the price." Jennifer asks how much as she stuff her face full of food. "20 million dollars Jennifer and I want it in 1 hour." Jennifer scoffs at his price. But Xuanye shakes his fingers at her saying " I think 20 million is enough. That is unless you want the world to know what you have down in this companies restriced area?" Jennifer is freaked out! She accepts the 20 million dollar deal and grabs the vials and runs to the nearst elevator.  Nearly 80 feet below the company head quarters in Hong Kong is a secret facility that Jennifer has been funding since found this techonlogical miracle...... Jennifer screams at everyone in the lab " EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" Everyone startled leaves the room. As Jennifer make sure everyone is gone and she uncovers this.... thing..... Elesh Norn! Holding the vials up to Elesh Norn as she is in her "Stasis Pod" Jennifer exlcaims "Hail Phyrexia!"

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: Cat is so pathetic lately I love her so much -Danny

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iii: Cat Needs A Friend

When Cat got out of the bathroom Parker was already placing two plates with food on the coffee table. She took a moment to examine his apartment:

It was definitely smaller than Matthew's, consisting of one room with no divisions. Next to the front door, there was a small kitchen with no cabinets and a tiny breakfast bar with a variety of canned goods and spices on top of it. A half-empty package of crackers was there too, but overall it looked organized and clean.

In front of the kitchen, she found his living room. The electronic devices were not that different from the ones in her world, but they did have different logos and the shows were clearly not the same as the ones in her universe. He had a couch that could fit two or three people, and in the middle, the coffee table where he was putting their dinner. A few feet from where she was standing at the bathroom's entrance, Peter's bed was on display. That was the only thing that looked almost new, Cat suspected that he didn't get to use it often.

"There you are!" He smiled before returning to the kitchen. "Juice or milk?"

She approached the living room and took a peek at the food on her plate. "Juice." Cat sat down and pointed at the tv. "Is that the news?"

Parker looked over his shoulder at the screen. "I don't really listen to them, it gets me down. I use it as background noise while I cook and I turn it off once I sit down to eat."

Cat had a hard time hiding her concern. "I don't own a tv, but I'm not sure that's how you're supposed to use it."

"You don't spend much time in your apartment, so I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't know how to work a coffee machine," he replied without looking at her.

Cat remembered her time working as a secretary. Parker placed her drink on the table and then sat next to her, the first-aid kit was there, and his hand was wrapped in a bandage.

"Nice outfit," he joked. Cat looked comically small in his shirt. "You know, the good thing about wearing oversized clothes..." he rolled up her sleeves, "is that you don't have to be half-naked in order to patch up."

Cat held the fabric while he began to apply some sort of ointment on the cuts. "Speaking from experience?"

"It's hell when I have to take off the suit and I'm bleeding," he sighed. "It clings onto the body like it's a second skin."

She wrinkled her nose. "That's why nanotech—"

"Yeah, yeah, god bless nano," he glanced into her eyes. "But I didn't fail to notice you're not wearing a suit..."

Cat was absently staring at the corner of the room. "Sergei took it."

"The hunter?" She nodded, still lost in thought. Parker started to gently apply the ointment to her face. "It's a nice change to be patching you up instead of myself, makes me feel better."

The mutant hummed. "No friends to help you still?"

"Don't feel ready to have the talk," he laughed shortly.

Cat tilted her head. "No one knows you're Spider-man yet?"

"No."

"Not even your aunt May?" Cat's frown deepened. "Are you still not talking to her?"

Parker's eyes brightened. "You remember that?"

"I remember everything. I don't really know what I know unless it's brought up, though," the young man lifted her chin and she continued. "So, May..?"

"We're talking again," he nodded. "I went back to school."

"That's great!"

"It's exhausting," Parker admitted. "But I found my way back to your universe thanks to that, so I'm not gonna complain."

"You still sell pictures to the daily bugle?"

"Yeah."

"My Peter works there too."

"Really?" He sprayed something on her neck and Cat flinched away, hissing at the sensation. "Sorry! I should've warned you—"

"It's okay, it didn't hurt," she shivered. "It felt weird, that's all."

Parker shook his head, he was trying really hard to hide how worried he was about her current state. "Tell me the whole story."

Cat lowered her face and he stopped curing her. "Promise you won't judge me too hard."

"I would never."

Parker was a great listener as usual, but this time he didn't even make a noise during the whole thing, he focused on healing her, sometimes she could feel his breathing shaking a little as if trying to hold back his tongue.

"You know, when I was fourteen," she said, "everyone wanted to hear my story. The Avengers, S.H.I.E.L.D... then I went to school and everyone wanted to hear about my past, and I always found it so..."

"Repetitive?"

"Unnecessary. They wanna know everything about you to figure out ways to get a hold of you. That's why I was such a good agent as a kid, my weak spots were hidden. Then I grew older, I found out things about my past, and my past found out things about me in turn..."

"But not everyone is looking to control you," he told her, "some of us just want to know who you are."

"Not enough people are like that," she sighed. "Not enough." Parker picked up their empty plates and Cat sat back and stared at the ceiling so the ointment around her throat could be fully absorbed. "But I would hand in my biography to Kingpin if it could protect everyone," she continued out loud. "Isn't that ironic? I'm supposed to be the mightiest hero of all, and I can't even look after myself."

"I don't think tonight's the night for self-pity. Maybe I should show you my research so we start working?"

"I won't be of help," she lamented. "I'm not smart. Mouse would always..." her voice cracked, M.O.U.S.E. was a whole universe away.

Parker startled her when showed up, her ears were still not fully recovered. The young man took a seat beside her and clasped his hands together, deep in thought. Cat stared at him, this time trying to spot the differences between him and the twenty-six-year-old he'd been when they'd met.

His hair was shorter, the shadow of his beard was easier to see, and his frame was a few inches broader. He had a couple of wrinkles, probably thanks to the lack of sleep and sunscreen, it could also be that he smiled a lot. He still had dark circles under his eyes, and his voice was still the same, but he carried himself with a confidence that he hadn't exhibited the first time they interacted.

"You should sleep," he said at last. "I'll come back in a few hours."

With a quick assessment of his appearance she noticed he was wearing the suit under his sweatpants and hoodie. "You can't leave," she stated.

Parker looked at her with a grin. "There's only one bed here, and I want you to use it. I'm not tired, don't worry about it."

She felt her face getting warmer. "I don't know your— I'm... please... don't leave." She took a quick breath, begging not to stammer in the process. "I know I left you when you were lost— but there were bad guys all over the city and I had to help my Peter— you don't have to go outside tonight, and I know how that sounds but I'm not—"

Parker stopped her rambling by placing his hand above hers.

"You'll be safe. My world's quieter than yours."

"But I don't need quiet," she pouted. "I need a friend."

Parker glanced towards his bathroom, thinking of the people out there and all that could happen if he didn't do his patrols. He also remembered his promise to her, it'd been a thing none of them had really meant nor believed at the time, but he still felt obligated to keep his word.

"Okay," he gave in, feeling her hand shaking under his. "Alright. I'm staying."

She pulled him closer and leaned against his arm. Parker froze, Cat had to be hurting a lot if she was that comfortable touching him. "Thank you."

"I'll figure things out," he wrapped his arms around her. "I promise you'll go home."

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[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine #6

see my masterpost for what came before this. this drabble takes place after chapter twenty-three of my fair lady. prompted by both @blorbologist and @tiamat-zx. inspired by @romeoandjulietyouwish's medieval au.

Vex cannot believe she is expected to perform her duties as usual as if she did not spend this morning watching her brother, her twin, her best friend, her other half, marry a princess in secret. As soon as the little ceremony was finished—so sweet, the two of them, flushed in the dawn light with the promise they'd just made to each other, yes, perhaps her heart of ice melted, just a tad—they'd all scurried off to wherever they were meant to be, eager not to get caught in the absurd circumstance they were just in. Vex climbed to her office in the guard tower in a daze, trying to wrap her mind around her sister-in-law, the princess.

Now it is nearing noon, and she must eat before she starves. As is her wont, she winds her way to Percy's study, a cat slinking through its familiar alleys, and finds him there staring at some ledger and very clearly not reading. She raps on the open door and startles him out of his reverie. "Can't imagine what's got you so lost in your own thoughts," she deadpans, throwing herself into a chair opposite his desk and snatching some grapes from his leftover breakfast plate.

He laughs, pulling his glasses off to rub at his eyes. "Yes, well..." The door is still open, and they must be careful. "It was an early morning, to be sure."

Vex is contemplating how to have the conversation in euphemism, but before she has to, Pike stomps into the room, slamming the door shut behind her. "Are either of you coming unglued as keenly as I am?" she demands.

Vex kicks the other chair in front of Percy's desk so it skids to face her. "Sit, Pike, and let us grouse about our truly ridiculous friends."

Pike clambers up into the chair. "It was not until I returned for my morning devotions that I realized what we'd done. If the sovereign finds out how we've participated in this..." She lets the threat of it hang in the air.

Percy sighs. "Yes, we have taken on a liability, that is for certain. But at the risk of sounding saccharine..." He leans back in his chair. "I shudder to think of the man I would have become had I not been so steadfastly loved by Keyleth from the moment of my arrival in Zephrah. Of course, my care, my education, my position in court are thanks entirely to the sovereign and his endless generosity, and I owe him my life and my loyalty and so much more, but...she is, as you said, my truly ridiculous friend, and I cannot imagine a world in which I deny her her heart's greatest wish."

Vex knows he speaks true. One of the first things he learned about him, in the earliest days of their liaison, was his ceaseless love for the princess. She worried, in fact, that his love was something romantic, something with which she would feel the urge to compete, but she could not have been more wrong. She knows now that Percy loves her like he loved the sisters he lost, and thinks of her with fondness and vigilance of an elder brother. And in truth, she is glad the two of them have each other, since they both lost so much at such tender ages.

"I, of course, feel the same about Vax," she says quietly. "The truth of the matter is, he has given up a great deal for me. I was..." She swallows thickly. "I believed the lie I told myself about my father, that some day, if I worked hard enough, if I behaved well enough, I could earn his affection. I was wrong, and Vax, gods bless him, knew the reality of his cruelty long before I did. His insistence that we leave saved me from untold heartbreak at the hands of that man so...yes, even though I still think this..." She drops her voice to a whisper, just in case. "...marriage with the princess will end in heartbreak yet, I will never be able to look him in the eye and tell him I do not support his wild pursuit of happiness."

"Well, perhaps this could be a good thing," Pike suggests hopefully. "Perhaps now, when word spreads of what happened, there will be more...leeway for unions between those of different stations." Vex keeps her eyes trained hard on the inkwell on Percy's desk, barely breathing. "Courtly negotiations are always so formal and rigid, and I should think we would all be better off if we could love without regard to wealth or title."

If Vex nods, she doesn't feel it. All she can feel are the pair of icy blue eyes boring into the side of her head that she cannot meet right now. "Yes, well," she croaks out—oh, curse her tremulous throat. "Be that as it may, right now we ought to be concerned with our present circumstance. Do think he'll hang us for our betrayal, or shall we live out the rest of our days in the dungeons?" She's attempting levity, but she can't keep the hollow tone out of her voice.

"Vex'ahlia," Percy chastises, and oh if that doesn't make her toes curl. As Pike buries her face in her hands with a groan, he rushes to reassure her. "Sovereign Korrin is a good and fair man. If anyone is going to die, it's Vax."

"Percival!"

He shrugs at Vex's outburst. "He's the idiot who fell in love with her."

He's not wrong.

Pike claps her hands together. "Alright, enough. We are now being the truly ridiculous friends. This is a day of joy! Our friends are wed, and they are happy, and we are happy for them, regardless of what the future holds. Yes?" The question is pointed, demanding agreement.

Vex chuckles. "Alright, Pike. Yes, as foolish as my brother and the princess are, I am happy that they are happy."

"Agreed." Percy pushes from his desk and stands. "Come. Let us find Keyleth and Vax, and we'll have our lunch together, and we will remind our friends how happy we are."

Pike hops off her seat and makes for the door. As he rounds the desk, Percy reaches out to snag Vex's wrist. She looks to him, confused, and when their eyes meet, there's something in his that she cannot identify. They look at each other half a moment, Vex's spine suddenly tingling with some strange energy, and then his hand and his eyes are gone, and he is following Pike from the study, and she is left there, strangely warm and confused.

#remember when i said you weren't getting two of these today? #well bitch cALL ME RAISHAN BC I AM A DISEASED DECEIVER BABY #critcal role #critical role fic #cr fic #vaxleth #vaxleth fic #vaxleth au #vox machina #vox machina fic #vox machina au #tlovm #tlovm fic #my fair lady #my fic #turned my water into wine

[poltergeist-coffee]

Alright, a0 is the federation base(that's the word?) But yeah, the feathers probaly have something to do with the avians because is much of a coincidence that Jaiden and Baghera got wings very recently and Cellbit got a puzzle about feathers at the same time But yeah, to this day we still haven't get lore of that thing on Felps' arm Perhaps some sort of sleeper agent? Like, but like, unconciosly?(I don't know how to write that and I too lazy to look) or maybe it's from an experiment? Back then people were considering the chance of him turning into a cucurucho Also, I think Cellbit might not be Bagi's brother, but is funny on how people just look at them say: "yeah, sibling" But would be funny if it was the most random person in this island and everyone is like "HOW??"

And Cellbit stopped solving the enigma and now is ranking cartoons He spend way too long on that thing LOL About the gods hc, do you have any hc about them?

-Plate anon, who one day will ascend to the land of emojis

Philza also has wings!! no model but he was telling his chat yesterday that they’re behind his backpack/tucked away and the federation clipped them. he had to wear a backpack otherwise he’ll lose balance because he’s so use to the extra weight of his full wings :((

i’ve seen almost everyone be a candidate to being bagi’s brother MKAMHIVINAKMA i think it makes the most sense for it to be cellbit BUT if it was someone else entirely random like Foolish i’d still love it. id laugh very hard at it

OOOH GOD HEADCANONS YOU SAY?? >:3c

Tommyinnit is a deity that phil, wilbur and tubbo all know about (tommy has been in tubbos stream before being shown around tubbos new qsmp base + another time he was on call with philza and wilbur when they were playing qsmp)

To me he’s a silly little chaos and life deity. he’s busy a lot of the time but he does make sure to look out for his family and see what they’re up too at times :))

I really like the idea that all the gods/goddesses know each other lamknfkns

like imagine Mumza (Philza’s wife), Forever’s partner and Missa’s partner all talkign to each other about their silly partners in the server

like Kari apologizing for Forever behavior with Philza but Mumza just laughs because she thinks it’s funny and cry ally encourages it

Missa’s partner has to watch him try and water bucket clutch and utterly fail at least three times a day

OOOOH MINE!! HOW COUDL I FORGET HER!! i think she’s a goddess of creativity? i don’t remember what specifically but i know she crochets a lot

she and slime’s gf crochet together while taking about their partners who are both brothers!! they didn’t know before but now they do so they try and get along together :DD

slime’s gf actually makes her own yarn and gardens a lot so i think she’s make very special yarn and stuff for Mine :))

oh i really like Lore blessing Richas to be her cupid which is why all the ships he like usually work (biggest example being q!guapoduo kekw)

#✉️ asks or whatever #🍽️ anon #plate anon has ascended the need for emoji #the emoji was only holding them back #they’re a god now

[oreostacker]

It was a normal day in Splaintcaster, nine am temperature reaching 80 degrees but feeling 85. Big puffy clouds lazily drifted through the sky as if to judge which spot would be the perfect place to later turn angry and cry warm tears about it. There were birds here and there but far to little to take interest in them.

Further away from the center of Splaintcaster but not too far from the rest of the living lives there, we see Barbara sitting on her porch. She has blonde and silver hair, a frame that looks like it supported life and icy grayish blue eyes.

She's sitting with a curve in her posture, feet up and crossed on a table and her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that tastes of hazelnuts. She's wearing an orange dress with yellow flower designs along the bottom and a yellow shall wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes are staring, glazed over, looking through her surroundings and not taking them in no facial features to be detected as to what she may be feeling.

Hurrying up the street, on her brown horse, wild with happiness and amazement, we see Kara. Kara has a similar face shape to Barbara.

But they have more differences than similarities. Kara's hair is brown and Grey, with more Grey than brown. Her eyes while the same shape are in fact chestnut brown with honey being stirred in em, if viewed in sunlight. Her frame also carried life but was not as wide as Barbara's (surprising all who found that Kara carried more lives than Barbara.) Kara while older stood two inches shorter than Barbara as well.

Kara came flying, wearing a deep blue dress with a brown shall and brown boots to match. She also had a brown money pouch strung across her hips. Though hilariously, riding at break neck speeds, she was trying to balance as still as possible a container in between her legs.... while on a horse...... that has four legs that must move...... and not on a well paved road..... a feat that humans would struggle with if just walking with a full cup of water on two legs.

"BARBARA, BARBARA!!! YOU'VE GOT TO TRY THIS!!!"

Turning to look with bewilderment in her eyes,

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? BESIDES LOOKING LIKE A HOT MESS OF A TWENTY YEAR OLD AGAIN?!?!"

Now stopped and attempting to get down with her precious box,

"Can, can you, can you get over here please? I'm having a hard time trying not to drop this."

Setting her coffee aside and making it down the three steps to the mess in question.

"What is it anyways? Oooo smells nice. Where'd you get this? I don't recognize this box from a bakery, did Linda make this ?"

"No, Linda didn't make this, here I'll take it back let's go inside, it's a sugar cream pie, and I wasn't planning on buying the whole thing but I had a slice and knew you need to try this.

I swear it's like an angle and a dove had a baby and God blessed it and the clouds gave it a fluffy dress to look cute in while it dances in your mouth."

Ha! "Can't be that good it's really easy to screw this pie up and make it a swampy mess, you still never said where you got this thing from, put it on the table I'll grab some plates, There's fresh coffee in here if you want some?"

Setting the box down and removing the lid we see a skewed pie

Tsk "crap"

Mmm? "What's wrong?"

Two plates are set on the table followed by the sound clinks from the forks,

"I may have messed up the pie, I think the taste will obviously be fine but presentation wise....."

"It looks like a crazy woman was holding it while flying down the road on a horse looking like she stole the queens jewelry."

"Hey when you try this you'll be glad I was trying to share it with you instead of hiding it."

"My hopes are getting higher by the minute, said with a humorous dead glare at her sister, again where'd ya get this thing?"

"Church was having a bake sale remember? This was the second thing I tried the first thing I tried was a slice of Linda cake for a nickle of bronze an-, "

"Wait you got a slice of Linda cake, didn't buy me a slice, as you can clearly tell I forgot that today was the bake sale day, then decided that this pie was worth buying the whole of instead of getting all of the Linda cake? Is that what you're telling me right now?"

"Yes, now-,"

Scooping out two... slices... Barbara interrupts again,

"Then this pie better be worth gold, yer insane for one not getting me a slice of Linda cake-"

"YOU WEREN'T THERE?? how is that my fault?-"

"AND TWO, for not buying the Linda cake, she makes that like twice a year If you don't specifically ask nicely for it as your present on yer birthday. And three you could have imagined that this pie tasted like all that, agian very easy to mess this one up what if yet wrong? And you got the cake flavoring messed up with the pie flavoring?!?"

Huffing out air while dropping her head back she does a little dramatic push of the plate towards Barbara,

"Shut up and try this thing."

Staring at her sister with her arms crossed one eyebrow raised and leaning back into her dining room chair she waits for the face of awe to cross the other's.

Barbara purses her lips and digs for an even mesh of pie filling to crust on her fork, leaning forward over the table she looks through her eyelashes over to Kara who's waiting impatiently for her to take a bite. She rolls her eyes and blinks back to her fork before finally taking a bite.

It sits there on her tongue with smug satisfaction. The kind that a little girl will show after she beats a boy in a sport that the boy claims to be a master in. And it's just too beautiful to swallow. I mean how is this possible.... no variation of this pie has ever turned out this decedently before, she clearly died and had gone to heaven this is God's food that's being eaten it has to be....

Ahem?????

"You gonna finish that bite or just carry it with you like a toddler does a rock?"

"I'm... working on... it...give meh... a seconmd.."

Swallowing and looking fully at Kara,

"How in the hell does it taste that damn good?"

"I know right?"Answering with a smile

"No I mean how?"

"I Know," she happily groans while moving to grab her own fork.

"Its too good of a thing to pass on so I bought it for five silver nickel pieces and one gold nickel peice."

"That.... may be too much but I'm not judging, give another slice wouldya"

Sliding the box closer to her

"As you won't shut up about, it is really easy to screw up this pie, so no, it was worth everything I spent, I regret nothing from this purchase."

"Who made it anyways?"

"I'don't know, but I mean we can ask Linda or mom, you had to sign up with what you were bringing so that you could be thanked by the pastor for bringing something in, so shouldn't be that hard to find out. Why?"

"This is the best sugar cream pie we've ever had in our lives.... from the first taste of table food to now Nothing has ever tasted better..., I want the recipe and or I want to hire this person for the rest of their or my life to be in charge of my desserts from now on."

"You mean you'd willingly give up all other desserts for this pie?"

" I mean I'd willingly give up all other foods and live and die by this pie. Would you judge me or care if I have another slice?"

"No, cause I'm also working on slice three."

Talking continued and the pie was nicely paired with hazelnut coffee. Soon the pie was gone and they were still talking about their individual and their children's lives not realizing that the pie was still gone...

they had a whole pie to themselves and they still talked assuming there was some left. Their problem going un noticed for thirty more minutes and finally the horrible truth was revealed to their mouths and brains.

[bookoformon]

Parsha 6- 588-559 BC. Parsha Sa'har "The Coming Storm." 2 Nephi 5.

The Nephites separate themselves from the Lamanites, keep the law of Moses, and build a temple—Because of their unbelief, the Lamanites are cut off from the presence of the Lord, are cursed, and become a scourge unto the Nephites. About 588–559 B.C.

Laman= "needs to be yoked"

Lamanite= "sons of ignorance"

1 Behold, it came to pass that I, Nephi, did cry much unto the Lord my God, because of the aanger of my brethren.

2 But behold, their aanger did increase against me, insomuch that they did seek to take away my life.

3��Yea, they did murmur against me, saying: Our younger brother thinks to arule over us; and we have had much trial because of him; wherefore, now let us slay him, that we may not be afflicted more because of his words. For behold, we will not have him to be our ruler; for it belongs unto us, who are the elder brethren, to brule over this people.

4 Now I do not write upon these plates all the words which they murmured against me. But it sufficeth me to say, that they did seek to take away my life.

5 And it came to pass that the Lord did awarn me, that I, bNephi, should depart from them and flee into the wilderness, and all those who would go with me.

This sounds like every other sibling rivalry in the Torah- the same thing happened to Cain, Ishmael, Jacob, and Joseph. King David was also the youngest of Seven brothers, AKA the Seventh Day or the Bridegroom of Shabbat and there was trouble there, too.

All of this in spite the fact the Torah says in Genesis 25:23 the elder generation must always serve the youngest.

“Two nations are in your womb, Two separate peoples shall issue from your body; One people shall be mightier than the other, And the older shall serve the younger.”

Why is this?

The Torah says followers like Jacob and David are climbers whereas the older siblings tend to hunt or till:

The Heavenly Ladder

Up the mountain and down again, to build the self up and tear it down, these are the tasks set before us by the religion in order to accentuate the intelligence, masterfully tested by the mysteries contained in the Torah.

Jacob, for example, set out for Haran "the mountain" all alone. After an attack by Esau’s grandson, he was left penniless too.5 He rested in a field for the night, placing 12 stones around his head for protection.6

Jacob dreamed of a ladder stretching from the ground to the heavens, with angels ascending and descending. As he watched, G‑d promised him three assurances:

The land of Canaan would be given to Jacob’s descendants.

Jacob’s descendants would be widespread, numerous, and a source of blessing for the whole world.

G‑d would be with Jacob wherever he went and would guard him.

G‑d’s promise to Abraham for his children to become G‑d’s chosen nation would be fulfilled through Jacob, as well.

When Jacob awoke, the 12 stones around his head had fused into one. He took the stone, poured oil over it as an offering to G‑d, and swore to return to the same spot when he returned safely from Haran "mountain climbing", naming the spot Beth E-l, “House of G‑d.”

There is a tantra associated with Haran in the Torah:

Terah's Descendants

27 Now these are the generations of Terah. Terah fathered Abram, Nahor, and Haran; and Haran fathered Lot (covering). 28 Haran died in the presence of his father Terah in the land of his kindred, in Ur (flame) of the Chaldeans (the birthplace of Abraham). 

“From the Mountaineer, the Scattered Fire creates the Father of Compassion.” 

-From Noach.

As for the Ladder, it consists of the bridegrooms associated with the Seven Days; after this comes the next morning, the Eighth Day and the Birth of Israel Himself:

We are building a new kind of Ladder out of these mysterious new 24 plates which contain details on a type of Tribe called the "Nephites."

We now know they are entirely separate from something called a Lamanite called "the ignorances" and thus ends the Parsha.

[absolutepokemontrash]

I come bearing a request! The Brothers with an MC who's really good at cooking and baking? Like, the stuff food blogs dream of. Master-level instagram pastries. Could compete with the chocolate guy if they put their mind to it.

👀 ooooo, I do love me some pastries-

(I know you have an *ahem* distaste for Lucifer, dear moot, so enjoy Lucifer acting like a bit of a dingus in his section!)

Lucifer

Oh, the human can cook. *insert asshole eyeroll here*. Great. Wonderful. Groundbreaking. That’s what’s got all his brothers acting like- what was that word Levi used? Simps? This human has turned six of the seven rulers of hell into a bunch of simps.

Sure, the human has near godlike cooking prowess. Sure, everyone looks forward to their day for cooking. And sure, everyone thinks the human’s pretty great.

Tsk, not him though. He’s a refined demon. Some silly food isn’t going to make him a lovesick fool… did he smell eclairs..?

Lucifer peered into the kitchen to see MC carefully taking a tray of eclairs out of the oven and letting them cool off on the counter. His favourite dessert… right there in front of him…

Due to not being a total moron, MC notices Lucifer and asks him what the hell he’s doing just standing ominously in the doorway. Lucifer makes up some bullshit excuse about reminding MC to do their homework and just leaves. Okay, game plan, he needs those fucking eclairs or he will spontaneously combust.

As he snuck into the kitchen that night, Lucifer took a moment to briefly wonder why he was creeping around his own house. He was the Avatar of Pride for pity’s sake! He could eat whatever he damn well pleased! Oh shit was someone coming- no? Okay, back to sneaking.

Lucifer crept into the kitchen, saw the eclairs, and all logic was thrown out the window. Time to eat!

“BEEL NO! NOT THE- Lucifer..?” “…” “…” “…you’re very talented, MC, do you mind making more of these?”

SOMEONE SNAP A PICTURE! THIS IS THE CLOSEST LUCIFER HAS GOTTEN TO BEGGING IN THE LAST THOUSAND YEARS!

Mammon

Ugh, stuck babysittin’ some dumb human, how lame…

As Mammon was throwing a “I’m broke and I’m stuck in a pact with a dumb human” pity party, the most heavenly smell entered his nostrils. Cooking… good cooking… was Barbatos visiting or somethin’? Nah, Lucifer woulda made a big fuss about gettin’ ready for Lord Diavolo. Huh, so what was goin’ on in the kitchen?

Huh? The human? The human can cook? Well damn, maybe this whole deal wouldn’t be so bad. Oi! MC! As payment for babysittin’ ‘em, he got to have an extra big share of- OW!

Did- did the human just hit him with a spoon?! Th-they can’t do that!

Apparently they fucking can. Mammon gets told to sit the fuck down and wait for the food like everyone else. He grumbles on the way to the dining room, but he can’t fully hide his excitement to try the food.

The food even looked pretty! How did they do that?! Magic. It had to be!

After everyone’s tastebuds were blessed with the heavenly substance that is MC’s culinary exploits, Mammon decides he needs to get on this human’s good side in order to receive more food! Maybe even find some way to make a profit or somethin’!

After weeks go by of trying to suck up to the human without looking like too much of a chump, Mammon eventually realizes… hey, this human ain’t so bad. They’re nice, they make him feel good about himself, they give him headpats… he’s really hit the jackpot here!

He’ll offer to help MC bake or cook, but beware, he will try and sample the food before it’s done. Don’t let him lick the spoon!!!

Leviathan

First thought? This human ain’t shit. Thought after seeing their food? WOAAAAAAAH! JUST LIKE THAT ONE ANIME-

He was unceremoniously cut off by Beel asking demanding seconds. Humph, fine, he doesn’t actually care about this dumb normie food anyway.

…well at least until Levi saw a little something something on TV that he just had to ask MC to try and make. He shyly knocked on their door and when they answered, Levi shoved the screenshot in their face and stuttered out a dinner request.

On the day MC was supposed to make dinner, Levi poked his head into the kitchen and tried to make it look like he was just standing in the same room as MC and not checking to see if they were making his dinner request.

Not that he’d blame them for not doing that… who’d wanna make some anime dinner for a yucky Otaku- OMG JAHSHSHABA THEY’RE MAKING IT! *fangirl squeals*

As Levi continues to commit the SIN of being in the kitchen at the same time as someone else, MC eventually just asks him if he’d like to help out.

“Here! Just keep turning the takoyaki.” “R-really? You trust me?” “Yes, Levi. You watched how they made it on your show, right?” “Yes! I won’t mess up! I swear on my honour as an otaku!”

All in all, it was a very cute bonding experience for the two. Now it’s a regular thing. Levi requests something for dinner or dessert, MC makes it, Levi helps out.

Satan

So, the human can cook. That’s nice. At least someone in this literally god forsaken house can.

He makes sure to thank MC every time they cook, then he makes sure to thank whatever deity is watching over him that Solomon wasn’t the human staying with them.

As the months progress, Satan realizes, he should learn how to cook better. I mean, Levi and Mammon were somehow both improving in their cooking endeavours, and if MC could teach those two, then he would be a breeze.

Satan walked into the kitchen and simply asked if MC needed any assistance with what they were doing. MC just slid him some garlic to dice and that’s how this mentor/student relationship was formed.

Satan was a star pupil, but Mammon and Levi weren’t above trying to sabotage Satan’s progress to get him to leave.

Here’s the thing, the sabotage worked, but it only worked once, and the two idiots didn’t stop to think that maybe they shouldn’t sabotage the meal they were going to have to eat later.

Well, cooking lessons continued uninterrupted after the ghost pepper incident…

Even when he’s ‘graduated’ their little cooking class, Satan’s always willing to lend a hand if needed. He also will slyly hand over some recipe books and cute baking supplies that he finds. MC should be prepared for lots of cat related things to come their way.

Asmodeus

The human can cook? Oh frabcious day! He’s saved from a life of his brother’s mediocre cooking! And the human’s so cute too! What a bonus!

Not only is the human cute, but their food is just so… aesthetic??? Pretty???? Omigosh he just has to get a picture for Devilgram!

For the first few months, MC’s relationship with Asmo consists of Asmo not at all subtly asking to take pictures of their food and post it to his Devilgram. Listen MC, his followers would just love it!

Being the saint-sheep they are, MC lets Asmo sit in whenever they’re making anything in the kitchen. And Asmo slowly realizes “hey, this cute human with the awesome food is actually pretty cool too!”

New Mission: Make the human fall madly in love with him so they’ll want to hang out more.

Whether the mission succeeds is up to MC of course. (I mean, I’m already smitten with him sooooooooo-)

MC offers Asmo a lot of the pastries they make, but the Avatar of Lust almost always declines. Listen honey, he’s on a diet- wait, don’t make that sad face! He’ll eat it! Look! It’s- it’s delicious…

Diet cheat day is now every day MC makes dessert. The feeling of bliss Asmo gets when he takes a bite out of anything MC makes is only second of the treats is second only to the joy he feels at seeing MC happy that he likes their food. It’s just so wholesome I can’t-

MC’s food Devilgram has almost surpassed Asmo in terms of followers and honestly- he isn’t even mad.

Beelzebub

Gasp! Lucifer finally got him the pet personal chef he’d always wanted! Thanks big bro! :D he’ll be sure not to eat this human!

On the first night MC was supposed to make dinner, Lucifer needed to hold Beel back from breaking into the kitchen to see what was causing that heavenly smell. It was, difficult… especially because Lucifer hadn’t slept in three days.

When they all sat down to eat, Beel practically inhaled everything and held up his half bitten plate for seconds.

We here at Stupid Headcanons incorporated recommend that MC have as many bodyguards as possible stationed around the kitchen at all times to ward off a hungry Beel. We don’t want him eating the ingredients and half-tempered chocolate.

A cinnamon roll through and through, he’ll eat everything MC gives him with a big ol’ smile on his cute little face. He’s not the best person to go to if MC wants advice or critique because the best thing Beel can usually muster is “it was really good.”

As Luke said in Lesson 5, Beel would make an awful food reporter. But we love him.

Similar to Levi, he’ll give meal requests on what to make for dinner. (At this rate, MC’s going to have to make some kind of list).

He kind of just waits by the door like a sad puppy whenever MC is making anything because he can’t get into the kitchen :(

Belphegor

The smell of freshly made chocolate chip cookies wafting through the house did reach the attic and it only fuelled his rage more. How dare the human win everyone over with cookies?!

After the attic incident, Belphie was won over with cookies.

Belphie just stands creepily in the kitchen doorway whenever MC is making anything and just makes shit really uncomfortable. Why’s he doing that, you may be wondering, well, he’s trying to calculate the energy needed to swipe the bowl of cookie dough and sprint to safety.

He never succeeds, mainly because once he gets to the bowl, MC already has the wooden spoon ready to smack him, so he just freezes mid-theft and slowly puts the bowl down.

“Oh my gosh, it says let the bread dough rest overnight? Let’s get a headstart and go to sleep now.” “Belphie what-” “I made a pillow Fort, come in. Let’s sleep.” “In the kitchen????”

How’d he make the pillow Fort without MC noticing? Years of experience. He’s trained in the art of- MC? What do you mean you can’t sleep right now and you need to get a head start on shaping fondant?

…he may have eaten the fondant while MC wasn’t looking… whoops… Beel may have rubbed off on him a little…

#Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mammon #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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quick slug: ur three favourite things about each hypmic characters (could be anything) GO

Off the top of my head as fast as I can, let's go, things I like about each Hypmic character

(Under cut for length; gets increasingly incoherent as the list goes on... sorry)

Ichirou

According to Gentarou, if he were to be bodyswapped with Samatoki, his immediate reaction would be to try to drink the water in a vase in Samatoki's office

Love his rapping (non-manga). Super consistent rhythm, hella easy to work with

Loves curry; good fucking taste king

Jirou

Even though he "hates" Saburou outwardly, he still looks out for Saburou constantly and cares for that little fuck. Wonderful boy

His singing voice is hella pretty actually

"The popo? More like the poopoo!"

Saburou

Requiem

I love how fucking rude he is to adults. Normally, you'd think that a battle between an adult and a young teen wouldn't be fair to the teen, right? WRONG this kid is savage as shit god bless

Love his hacker stuff; good taste, kid

Samatoki

He's so fucking stupid (affectionate)

He's the most generous, kindhearted motherfucker alive for those he sees as part of his family

This tough-ass gangster has an extreme passion for vintage clothing

Juuto

Whenever there's a live show, the audio producers have to turn down his voice actor's mic because he's so much louder than the rest of the cast. This once backfired when they accidentally turned down all of MTC and made Samatoki and Riou completely inaudible

Delightful how much he goes "tsk, tsk, tsk *glasses glint*" when Samatoki's angry and then has a hairtrigger temper

Wears gloves; good fucking taste king let's go glove-wearing gang

Riou

Kindest person in the entire cast. He offers Doppo calming tea at their very first meeting despite Doppo being an utter stranger. Why does Riou have it? Who the hell knows? He just wants to feed everyone he comes across. The grandma instinct

I have ultra-intense feelings about topics related to war, so I find it hella compelling that a character whose entire sense of identity is based around being a soldier takes issue with war and violence towards other people. He isn't willing to take the slightest chance to hurt someone else and tries to restrain his teammates if they go too far. The person he respects most is one who questions their orders to do harm and urges him to do the same. This strength of Riou's moral character is my favorite thing about him, and I wish, I wish, I WISH we got to see more of it and its development.

He and Dice are homies and he willingly takes care of Dice and gives him money with zero expectation to ever get it back. He and Dice respect one another so much. Hell to the fucking yeah.

Ramuda

I keep talking about this, but when left to his own devices, he keeps on acting again and again in ways that are contrary to the way he was raised that actually show care and affection for other people. That is a hell to the yes from me

Man he works so hard for his fashion line which he does really seem to care about. He's got a crap ton of other shit on his plate but he puts his heart and soul into that damn fashion line. Good for him

His interactions with Gentarou and Dice are just phenomenal. He cares about them and their happiness so much. Beyond simply taking care of Dice, he takes care of Gentarou too. Remember when he met Gentarou and one of the first things out of his mouth was that Gentarou was kind for telling the lies he does? Ramuda got a bunch of information on this random dude from Chuuouku, and his first words out of the gate were shit that cut right to the core of Gentarou and told Gentarou something he needed to hear. Fucking radical, Ramuda. Fling Posse is your creation

Gentarou

The creativity he shoes in all of his acting moments is top class. Love his sense of humor; he's fucking funny as hell to translate too

The care he shows his friends by defending them verbally constantly. The way he is so perceptive of their boundaries and yet is still always there as a rock to support them

His intense dedication to his brother's cause and investigating the depths of Chuuouku's corruption. On a similar note, the fact that ACAB is his middle name

Dice

PHYSICAL FUCKING PROTECTION BABY Dice is all about that, Dice is all about being there whenever you need him and however you need him. Is he gonna make a big fuss about it? Nah, he's not gonna say SHIT, he's just already there, that's what I'm talking about, Fling Posse POSSE

Damn good rapper; love listening to him go off

Dude's been dealt a shitty fucking hand and it clearly gets him down at times, but he's so good about standing right back up and continuing on. The perseverance. The positivity of this bitch

Jakurai

Amuses the fuck out of me with his constant dedication to making some of the most questionable decisions known to man

Jakurai's a good dude, though, even though I keep bullying him. He cares a lot and really goes above and beyond for many cast members. He needs to take better care of himself, but there's a good reason why Doppo and Hifumi trust him to the extent that they do and why Ramud and Hitoya trusted him as much as they did

Man. Okay his friendship with Ramuda. Not the falling out, but the part where Jakurai realized he was overstepping Ramuda's boundaries, backed off, and then devoted his energy to making sure Ramuda knew it wasn't his fault that Jakurai overstepped Ramuda's boundary and that Ramuda wasn't bad for having a boundary/sensitivity in the first place. Also, seriously - we can all agree that Ramuda is fucking obnoxious, right? I say this with utmost affection, but he would be so damn hard to get along with for most people. But Jakurai has virtually endless patience for him and keeps letting Ramuda learn new things and experience new things with him in a safe environment. That's good. That's really fucking good

Hifumi

The way he talks is so fucking goofy god bless. He sounds like what you'd get if you asked an alien to describe a teenager with their only knowledge to base this off of being a collection of 90s rom coms with bad subtitles

Yo this bitch is kind as fuck. He's scared as hell of all women but his number one concern in the stalker situation is the pain she's in and all her discomfort

This courageous motherfucker. I swear to god. The lengths he goes to in order to overcome his trauma is flat-out inspiring. Let me also just say while I'm here - this trauma happened at least ten years ago, right? And he still struggles with it on a daily basis, and canon says that's fucking fine because he's going at his own pace and I am SO! DAMN! HAPPY! they don't put a time limit on his recovery can we get a fucking hell yeah in the chat

Doppo

Bitch he's emotionally astute as fuck!! Saving Hifumi and Jakurai's sorry asses you go king

Wonderful with kids, caring mofo

In the manga when Hifumi gets knocked out and Doppo goes fucking berserk or when Hifumi is harassed at an office work party and Doppo straight up clocks the manager - that's the good shit. I love it when Doppo flips off the handle when people refuse to see the same Hifumi he knows and loves. That's good. He's demanding that the world treat Hifumi better, because if it doesn't, he'll stand the fuck up and make it

Sasara

Thanks to him, I can read the Osakan accent almost seamlessly now which is deadass a vital skill to have in my field so thanks Sasara

He's crazy manipulative which is hella fun to see in a character

He made himself into a walking stereotype in order to distract other people from causing each other (and himself) emotional pain. Who's the true Sasara deep down, though? Does Sasara actually know? Look at this avoidant mofo... I'm glad Rei's teaching him to communicate

Roshou

CARES FOR HIS FUCKING KIDS so DAMN MUCH; they clearly mean the WORLD to him and he's supporting them in every which way. And the kids love him back! Because he's great at his job! It wasn't his dream, but he rose to the challenge and GAVE THESE KIDS WHAT THEY DESERVE fucking phenomenal I love you Roshou

and that's honestly a great thing in its own right, because while he's clearly hung up on not achieving his dreams, he's also damn happy with these kids. And I love that. It's great that they're showing that you don't need to be a super high achiever or a dreamer to find your happiness. You can always make your place in whatever community you're in

Funniest motherfucker alive when he's not trying to be. Get Sasara's ass

Rei

Funny as hell how sketchy he is; extremely entertaining

The balls of this man to name himself MC Mastermind as his public display name. Off the charts

Without him we'd be missing four of the main cast members so I guess I should say thanks

Kuukou

God this glorious BITCH he has no filter! Which means all of his love can come out in its pure, unadulterated, crass form!

His self-control and discipline are hella inspiring and a reminder to always do better. "Slug, you're saying this because you wanted to be a monk-" Yes I most certainly am

Unerringly insistent on helping those who are at a point where they can't help themselves. Refuses to let them down. The Platonic ideal of the rickroll

Juushi

His vkei mode is enormously fun to read. Love that he keeps bothering Hitoya with it. Keep it up! Someone has to do it!

Was bullied for being himself and then leaned the fuck into it. Was more of himself than ever. Man, the guts of that. You go, Juushi, you fucking go. You radical son of a bitch

I like Juushi a lot (he's a good kid) but I like a lot of other characters more since Juushi doesn't push a lot of buttons for me BUT I am very grateful that he pushes buttons/resonates with so many other people. It's wonderful that he's here for the people who need him or want his story in their life

Hitoya

The conviction with which Hitoya talks is fantastic. He could convince the most wretched cast members to turn their lives around. Now go do that on Jakurai

Man's got a motorcycle hELLLLL YEAH BAAAAAABY WHOOOOOOOOOOOO I wish I was allowed to ride a motorcycle

For all of his shit about being inferior to Jakurai, that didn't stop Hitoya from being the friend that Jakurai needed all along. It didn't stop him from caring about Jakurai's well-being, and it was finally that care - and the notion that maybe Jakurai didn't think Hitoya was worthy enough to care about him - which drove their friendship apart. Then with all his shit about telling Juushi to get out of his office and stop crying, Hitoya cares about this kid enough to give him the resources to fix the issues causing him to cry. And for all his shit about not standing Kuukou, he gives Kuukou an opportunity to help someone else and finally prove his worth. Hitoya cares so fucking much and puts up a front to look like a cool guy. That's bullshit, of course, because the coolest thing of all is caring as hard as he does. It's a good thing his loved ones already know the extent of his love hiding behind that exterior

#not a translation #asks #hypmic asks

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stupid/annoying, but endearing, things they do in a relationship eren, armin, jean, connie, erwin, levi, reiner, bertholdt, porco, zeke, colt, hanji, mikasa, sasha, annie, pieck

word count: 2.3k

warnings: one mention of sex in erens, reader uses makeup in jeans, mentions of injuries and dilf!reiner in reiners

notes: this is a gn!reader. there are mentions of makeup being used, but i feel like any gender can use makeup. it's not even anything serious like a beat face. just some lip gloss n mascara. chapstick too but thats not makeup. it's just one line, so you can skip over it if you would like to!

✩ eren bites you. its not even in a sexual way, he just likes to bite. they’re like a second form of kissing to him. you could be chilling together on the couch watching a movie, and he’ll just chomp on your shoulder. even when you were trying to focus on something, he swings by, bites then leaves. eren has no shame, so he does it in front of your friends too. you could be having a normal conversation with mikasa and he’ll just bite you, then the two of you carry on as if it was normal. it’s not normal. but you love it. sometimes you bite him back too. but only in private.

✩ armin gives you random things he finds. armin likes to go out and explore, with or without you. when he comes back after an adventure you opted out of, he always has something for you he found. a rock, a seashell or a cool flower are just some of the things he gets for you. if he can’t find something, he finds a gift shop to get you something instead, saying, “well, (y/n), i did find it in the gift shop.” he always looks so proud giving it to you, rambling about the story of how he found your gift. you have a small box tucked away with all the treasures he gives you.

✩ jean steals your things. whenever he comes over, he likes to mooch off your possessions. if he’s spending the night at your place and needs a shower, he’s using your shampoo, conditioner and body wash. if his lips are chapped, he swipes your lip balm to use on himself. one time you even walked in on him trying your mascara and lip gloss. another time he had your clothes on his giant frame. but he always replaces whatever he uses, venmoing you within the next few days with some cash and a sorry note. “sorry for using ur lip balm baby, buy some more <3” with $20 attached to it. you tell him that lip balm doesn’t even cost that much, but he tells you to treat yourself to lunch with the extra money.

✩ connie makes plans without letting you know beforehand. at 3am, you are woken up by an influx of messages and calls from your boyfriend. in your sleepy state you go to answer him, only to be told to get dressed and come out. he’s right outside of your house and hungry. you remind him it’s very early in the morning and you both have class. “but i’m hungry and craving burgers,” he repeats. you have no choice to get in the car with him. this can happen throughout the day, not just early in the morning. one time he whisked you away in the middle of your online class because he didn’t tell you he bought tickets to a movie showing in 30 minutes. the memories you share on these spontaneous dates are always your favorite ones with him.

✩ erwin buys you whatever you like in bulk. it’s not even an exaggeration when you say bulk. you mention one thing to him, and the next day there are boxes upon boxes sitting on your kitchen counter. “these oranges taste pretty good,” you mumble to yourself as you peel your 2nd one. erwins sharp ears hear this, and first thing in the morning he’s off to buy multiple bags of your supposed favorite oranges. it takes you days, sometimes weeks, to finish whatever he decided to buy you. you always tell him he doesn’t need to buy so much, but he never listens. though, you always appreciate how attentive he is to your likes and dislikes.

✩ levi cleans up for you and ruins your organization. it’s always a blessing when someone else decides to take on the burden of cleaning for you, and you thought you hit the jackpot with a boyfriend who loved to clean, clean, clean. but it could get annoying when you suddenly couldn’t find anything you placed anywhere. if you’re anything like me, you’re messy but organized. you know where things are. when levi comes to clean, he places things where he thinks they should go. you’re sent on a wild goose chase looking for your pencil case, only for it to be in a completely different drawer than the one you usually kept it in. despite this behavior, it’s always nice to come home from a long day from school to see your desk organized. what was once a mess of papers and other supplies have been filed into their correct places, the table wiped down from any lingering coffee stains and your supplies being organized in a way so you knew where everything was. sometimes there’d be a plate of fruit with the note, “good luck on your exams,” written in your boyfriends neat writing beside it.

✩ reiner coddles you too much. whenever you express any sort of discomfort, reiner is always rushing to your side. “are you hurt? do you need medical attention? how many fingers am i holding up?” he asks, checking you for any cuts or bruises. thank you, honey, but i’m fine. just bumped into the counter. despite that, he’s dragging you over to the bathroom to fix up your imaginary injuries. you always find it a bit much when you’re fine. it’s during the times where you’re actually hurt where you learn to appreciate it. he’s so gentle cleaning your cuts, kissing them softly once they’re dressed. you wonder if he’d be like that with your future children.

✩ bertholdt is too nervous around you. it’s been years since the two of you got together, and he still refuses to make eye contact with you. his hands get sweaty and shake when you attempt to hold his hand. he always stumbles over his words when speaking to you as he tries to find the right words to say. he even blushes when he introduces you to other people as his significant other! you remind bertholdt over and over again that he doesn’t need to be so shy around you. but you cant help but coo over him showing up for your date, flustered mess and thrusting flowers into your hand. “they reminded me of you,” he said quietly, refusing to meet your eyes. you giggle and press a kiss to his hot cheeks.

✩ porco is too cocky for his own good. he’s always parading around the house, boasting about his latest achievements. he beat colt in a video game colt was a supposed god in. he can throw a baseball farther than zeke. he can run faster than pieck. if he’s taller than you, he's always making fun of you for being shorter than him. if you’re taller, you’re not exempt from his wrath either. he’s boasting about how he’s perfect height to not hit his head on doorways. he never goes as far as to hurt your feelings, always knowing when to stop. though he has a big ego, he would let it crash and burn just to see you smile after beating him at smash bros. you laugh and taunt him, happy you beat him in one thing. he doesn’t mind, instead watching you with a soft smile on his lips and love in his eyes.

✩ zeke forces you to work out with him. and it’s not like in the afternoon to help you stretch out. it’s not light yoga or a couple minutes on the treadmill. no, this man wakes you up at ass crack in the morning to take you on a 5 mile hiking trip. you barely have any time to register what is happening around you before you’re already standing at the start of the trail with your gear. “come on! we can’t slack off!” he says, clapping his hands together. the sun is beating down on you and your feet hurt, but this man doesn’t let you stop for a break. “we’re almost there,” he says. your complaining goes out the window when he shows you the view at the top. its one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. hiking up long ass trails to see beautiful views with your boyfriend was so worth it in the end.

✩ colt accidentally turns your dates into babysitting sessions. you show up at his house with the promise of a good time, only to be met with a guilty looking colt and his little brother falco behind him. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, “gabi got sick with the cold, so i couldn’t drop him off there. i hope you don’t mind him staying.” you hide your disappointment behind a wide smile, nodding enthusiastically as to not hurt either of their feelings. you just wanted to spend some alone time with your boyfriend, and it would have to wait. hanging out with falco wasn’t actually that bad. the three of you had an amazing time together, watching tv, playing games and even baking together. if you hate kids, you can’t bring yourself to hate falco; he’s just the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. you and falco are already asking colt when the three of you can hang out again when you have to go back home.

✩ hanji is always talking. you don’t discourage them from talking about their interests. they’re very passionate about the things they love, and can’t help talking about them. its like the scene where hanji kept eren up all night talking about titans. when you’re trying to focus on something or go to sleep, hanji is just yapping away. you’re honestly amazed at their ability to never run out of things to say about the most mundane things. hell, one time they talked for an hour and a half about a building color they saw when they were out one day. but hanji just looked so happy when talking. their face would break out into a huge grin, and their arms would fly around as they told their story. it was too cute for you to tell them to stop.

✩ mikasa hovers too much. every corner you turn, every place you go to, mikasa is following. she claims she’s not clingy, but in reality she is. it’s like a cat who hates affection, but needs to be in the same room as you at all times. you don’t mind her following you into the bedroom or living room or kitchen. you had to draw a line when she tried to follow you into the bathroom. even when you’re out, she’s always following you around. you tell her it’s okay to break off from you and spend some time by herself, but she always shakes her head and follows you to your next destination. you’re always grateful for her hovering when a group of drunk people try hitting on you, whistling and telling you they’ll give you a good time. but one look at your girlfriend who showed up from out of nowhere, and they’re running away with their tails between their legs.

✩ sasha eats your food. she can’t help it. she likes to snack. she’s always hungry. and you get that. to stop things like this from happening, you have separate places to keep your food. just so sasha and you have your favorite snacks and takeout separated. you respect the rule, but your girlfriend seems to lose her reading skills when hungry, one too many times you have walked in on her with her hand deep into a bag of your chips, something you’ve been waiting to eat all week when you were supposed to watch that new horror movie on netflix with her. you huff and puff and retreat to your bedroom. sasha comes back after a few hours, looking upset with tons and tons of snacks in her arms. “i’m sorry i ate your chips,” she frowns. she sets down all the food she got on your bed. “i got all these snacks you liked as an apology. and 3 bags of your favorite chips.” you could never stay mad at her cute face.

✩ annie complains about spending time with you. “i like my alone time,” she says, brushing you off when you asked why she didn’t want to watch a movie with you. some people were introverted, preferring to spend time by themselves rather than with someone else. you were like that too; you had your moments where you didn’t feel like being around your girlfriend. but it became an annoying problem when she constantly shot down your attempts to hang out with you. when she finally agrees, she’s always finding something to complain about. but during important dates or when you’re not in the best mood, she’s always the first to remind you or initiate a hang out/date. she shuts her mouth and enjoys her time with you, not one criticism or groan leaving her lips. she would never admit it, but being around you made her so happy.

✩ pieck is always sleeping. you have to wait a few hours to get a text or call back from pieck because she’s always dozing off somewhere. “sorry sweets,” she yawns into the mic, “was taking a nap. need something?” good luck trying to reach your girlfriend during an emergency. when you come home with takeout for dinner because neither of you wanted to cook, she’s sleeping at the dinner table. when you’re watching a movie she wanted to watch, she’s snoring away, curled up at the end of the couch. during lectures you share together, she has her head in her arms and has the audacity to ask you for your notes in the end. and it’s not like she’s not getting enough sleep, no. she gets her recommended 8 hours of sleep and then some. it’s nice to have a sleepy girlfriend, though, when you’re dead tired from living. you drag your feet into the bedroom to see her about to take her nth nap for the day. she notices your zombie-like state and opens up her arms for you. the two of you cuddle and nap together, sleeping the stress away.

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how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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