#too bad we don't have Magical Burst tonight

[fluffghostrp]

kinda feeling my ocs, so i'll be on @curecriticalwounds tonight.

#⧉ ooc #more specifically i'm feeling Kinkai #too bad we don't have Magical Burst tonight #i'm definitely feeling 'cat that's secretly a man-eating monster that got duped into becoming a magical girl' tonight

[tadpolejourney]

Day 15

I couldn't sleep knowing Gale was sick. His condition looks so painful. I went out after dark, alone, to search for a magical item. Sweet? Certainly. Brave? Possibly. Idiotic? Completely. I still can't think straight when it comes to him. It's bad. Very, very bad. Like could get everyone killed bad. Could get me killed bad.

I found something around sunup and rushed back to camp. I gave it to him as soon as I could. That is, as soon as he finished insistently telling me all about his beloved dream guardian's visit.

When he got the item, he said it had hardly any effect at all, and that he needed to break the silence on something. He finally revealed his big secret.

He talked about how as a prolific wizard he caught the attention of Mystra herself, and purported to be her former lover. That he was tempted by the parts of the Weave that Mystra forbids mortals from accessing. He went on to detail how he thought to produce the grandest gesture his ambitions could muster in order to get access to what he wanted from Mystra, and just how badly that ended for him. He took my hand in his, placed it over his heart, and showed me what he did and what his condition means. He has a Netherese orb in his chest, and if he ever dies or it destabilizes, he will explode and could kill a lot of people.

I asked him this afternoon while we rested at camp about Karsus. He told me the full story, and compared himself to Karsus just to illustrate that he did what he did because he loved Mystra, rather than wanting to undo her as Karsus did. But the first reason he gave for why he did it was to access parts of the Weave that mortals were forbidden from. How is that love, again? Make it make sense. Oops, I think we found his Achilles heels. Both of them.

It all makes sense now. I was reeling but wanted to press us on. I thought I knew my limits. I was wrong.

I nearly fainted in the heat of the day. I'd had too little sleep, too little food, and too little water. I stumbled into Astarion. Luckily I managed to stumble into the person with the quickest reflexes. Unluckily, I stumbled into the person who is also quickest to protect himself first. He caught me before I could go down and take him with me. There was a moment of drama because he immediately pulled a knife on me. He thought I might be transforming. Thankfully I stayed conscious and my words were enough to diffuse the situation. Now Gale knows what I went through to get that item for him.

He also knows that I won't abandon him. So maybe I don't give up on him after all, and take him at his word. I believe what he told me today. I only wish he would have told me the night of the party, or better yet, even sooner than that. For so many reasons, not all of them selfish. He could have avoided getting so sick, because at the time I denied him I had no idea how dire his condition actually is. He could have avoided today being cut short because I'd spent all night hunting for a magical item by myself in the dark. Actually, that one's probably still mostly my fault. Hah.

Also, Shadowheart and Astarion are currently pissed off at him for keeping it a secret so long.

Astarion cracked me up as usual when he was talking to me about Gale. “Who keeps a secret like that from his friends?” It took so much effort for me not to pull a face and burst out laughing. Pot, meet kettle. Also, he readily calls us friends now. I'm truly over the moon about it. Seriously, that warms my heart so much. But again, I would never tell him or let him on to that. Just like I would never tell him that I think he's absolutely the most adorable murderous scoundrel of a vampire spawn I've ever met. I actually love him. As a friend, of course. I wonder if I'll ever be able to tell him so without making things weird. Certainly couldn't tell him that now. He would not know what to do with those words and emotions.

Lae'zel and Shadowheart being on the same side of the fence ended. Their alliance lasted 1 day. Tonight Lae'zel accused Shadowheart of holding onto a githyanki relic and murdering her kind to get it.

I went to talk to Lae'zel about it, but she wouldn't have it. Instead she wanted to talk about something else entirely. She wanted to tell me how I've earned her respect. She complimented my bravery, my strength, my battle prowess, and my leadership. Then she propositioned me for sex. Again. And I said no, as nicely as I could, again. Then I let her tease me to keep her pride so we can still be friends.

That means Astarion and Lae'zel, who are currently banging on the sly (or at least they did once), have each propositioned me for sex twice. I wonder if that means I could have a menage a trois with them if I wanted. Godsdamn it, I wish it were easy for me to get laid. Stupid emotional safety. I'm starting to feel very pent up. I blame Gale.

And so it was, another short day.

<<< Day 14 | Index | Day 16 >>>

#I really did just want to talk to Lae'zel about Shadowheart but the only dialogue option was the sex one lmao #and thus it was written #baldur's gate tav #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #baldur's gate oc #baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 shadowheart #bg3 gale #astarion #shadowheart #baldurs gate #gale

[melachonyof-lilies]

Fm!Gnome Tav x Astarion

Summary: Astarion doesn't feel oh so bad drinking from a gnome. He could hardly say they are above animals. But life just hits him with a mind flayer ship, a tadpole in head and a leader for a gnome, a rock gnome at that.

...

Gnomes are paticular creatures that are describe by many short tinkers and annoying. Forrest gnomes are magical rare sights but they pale when it comes to elves. Deep gnomes lives in the underdark though many wonders how the drows not deal with them yet. Lastly and the worst, the rock gnomes. They are everywhere in Faerun and their tenacity for adventure and hyperfixation of certain things are well tiring. He would be happy if the rock gnomes were arses but most are positive idiots. They are not people but a lesser one in that.

But who would have thought he had to travel along with one, as fortune ran out, its a rock gnome.

"What?! You're joking! What do you consider an animal?" Last night wasn't his best, hunger kicked in and no animals went through the forest.

The first one in his sight was the magic bursting gnome. The plan didn't panned out but he did get permission to get a bit of blood from her.

"I mean elves and humans are already out but goblins," His eyes flutters of the delicious option he has now.

"Kobolds, gn- haflings?" He bit his tongue though his slip up did not went unnoticed.

"Really? gnomes? Is that why you didn't hesistate to bite me of all people?" A tiny smirk untangled.

"Well you do look a fine snack, how couldn't i?" She expressed silent bewilderment on his excuse but after her lips betrayed her and spits out a chuckle.

"Fine, you can feed on me tonight." She was right, the first one he did think about feeding was her, maybe because she was gnome or she was much of a sucker to let this one go.

Either way he got the very best outcome he could get.

...

"The only reason why i couldn't get this damn chest to open, is because you drank too much of my blood!"

"Dear, with your stature, that was less than enough!"

"But its still a 75-25."

"Yes but i'll be getting the 75,"

"I found it first!"

"Im the one opening it!"

"Well you..."

Wyll and Karlach has been hearing this round of bickering for half an hour. The barbarian sighed and she lifted the chest from her shoulder. Both gnome and pale elf looked offended. Wyll shook his head and explained.

"Its almost sundown and it might well be time to go back in camp,"

"You greedy goblins can fight about this later, ill keep it safe for now," Her palm played a rythmitic tune on the chest while walking through the exit with her warlock companion.

"If you weren't too childish-"

"Oh i don't want to here about this from a person who is the height of a child!"

"I'm at least 50 years old and wiser."

"Not wise enough to lockpick a simple lock,"

They would bicker about treasure and gold through the way. A gnome will have certain obssessions through their craft or things. This gnome loves gold.

...

A somber night embellish after the meal. Most head along and slept like lambs. But the gnome has been trying her hands on chest right after she finishing her meal. Astarion smirked at her failed attempts. She needs him, and thats all the more reason he stayed by her side, irritating her with his presence, the skeleton key.

"Can't you just meditate or something?"

"I couldn't sleep for someone might want my help," She puffed her cheeks and glared at his amusement.

"Ugh, fine, i've been at it for two hours,"

Tav moved aside and left the rogue do his magic. It didn't take a minute until they heard a click. The chest open wide.

"Easy~" She rolled her eyes.

Her hands was at the lid, lifting it until his hand cover hers. She raised a brow.

"I have a new deal to propose," Her ear twitches when she hear deal. Its like her magic word to listen.

"I'll won't take the treasure, its all yours, the next treasure i open to the next," She waited for his next words, he articulate it quite slowly.

"All of the gold and richest of the chests we find will be in your hands but, you will have to let me feed on you for every one i opened," His eyes smirked, this deal is quite appetizing for both. He knows her kind well, if anything she wouldn't hesitate on her answer.

"No, deal"

"Good so- wait, what do you mean no deal?!"

"Its quite obvious is it not?" The pale elfs eyes falter, it was a bit much. Being bloodless was not anyones dream after waking up. She noticed his frown and completly abondened the chest in thought.

"When i say its obvious, i meant that its unfair of me to take advantage of your needs," He waited for her next few sentences, curious on her babbling.

"You want a deal that give me my wants in exchange for your needs, i don't know much about vampires but blood is important for you to be healthy," As much of a gold horder she was, her morality is quite cucumbersome. He curled her voice and leaned unto her ear.

"It quite is, and darling if gold isn't enough, i could offer something pleasurable," She was taken aback, but she hold her comcerning yet firm eyes on him.

"Astarion, i love to make deals with peoples want not needs, and you shouldn't let anyone take your needs for their wants, no one should," It wasn't registering, her words couldn't make sense. He laughed it off, it might have been Wyll's heroism rubbing off on her.

"How noble of you to think of that way, here i thought it was a burden-"

"It is honestly one, don't get me wrong but," Her playful tone stopped and she reached out for his hand and squeezed it lightly. His breath sharpens, focusing on her hand.

"Its a burden i'm willing, friend,"

Her touch was warm against his pale skin, her smile lifted his heart of something, something heavy since his journey began. He didn't like it.

Astarion retreated his hand and turned his back against her. He felt warm all of a sudden. It was embaressing how the greedy gnome could make his thoughts awry.

"Keep your damn treasure, im going back,"

"Wait, but the deal-"

He couldn't stand and listen any longer. Rolling his bedroll to the floor, he meditates. What in the nine hells happened? That interaction was a complete blur. Talking about wants and needs, From the experiences he had, he should have mastered it. Then why was he so tounge tied with that conversation. It has been long since he haven't thought of Cazador, mind flayers and the gallery of villains they will face or the anxiety of being alone.

It was the first time he was thinking something other than dread tonight.

...

The next morning, he saw a bag of gold and a suit of armor in front of his tent.

"Astarion, have breakfast with us! Gale made boar blood soup, its splendid!" Tav swag her arm beckoning him while he glanced back at the fortune he got.

This gnome would be more trouble than he thought.

#Astarion #baldur's gate 3 #tav x astarion #gnome

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Encounter

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: A week ago, Ashley had come to a chapel in the outskirts of Ninir with her friends at Strange.

Narrator: The architectural lines here are soft, exuding a peaceful and warm vibe.

Narrator: The sunlight paints the plain gray walls with warm hues. The vibrant colors of the garden can be seen through the lattice of the old iron gate.

Narrator: A burst of laughter can be heard. A woman with a warm smile is leading several children to the door.

Cersei: The dean is here to pick us up. Don't be nervous, Ashley, they're all friendly people.

Narrator: Ashley had come to this place largely because of her friend, Cersei the witch.

Narrator: Only those who are viewed as perfect beauties are accepted in Ninir. Therefore, the imperfect children are usually abandoned or sent to the chapel.

Narrator: This was where Cersei grew up until she was adopted when she was 13. It's the first time she has returned after her adoption.

Narrator: Although she's never seen Cersei use real magic, getting to meet Cersei's friends from Strange is already a miracle to Ashley.

Narrator: Ever since they heard Ashley sing, they have encouraged her to participate in all kinds of singing performances. However, Ashley has never been able to take that step.

Narrator: Until Cersei invited her to the chapel where she once lived.

Cersei: It's very similar to the Dorm of the Strange, so she should be right at home.

Friends: Go ahead. We'll come with you.

Little Girl: Cersei IV...

Cersei: Wrong, it's Cersei XIV! Too bad, none of the newcomers know the descendants of the witch.

Dean: Cersei, who is this girl?

Cersei: It's Ashley, the amazing singer. She is definitely the best singer for prayer songs.

Narrator: Feeling a little shy at Cersei's enthusiastic recommendation, Ashley keeps wringing her skirt in her hands restlessly.

Ashley: Oh, hello... Um... um... I...

Narrator: The dean takes Ashley's suitcase and smiles.

Dean: Everyone, come on in. We can take a few days to get to know each other. I will take you to your rooms first.

Narrator: A child gives them a tour, showing them everything, from the rarest plants to the most sought-after dishes in the cafeteria. His eyes may be tiny, but his smile is extraordinarily brilliant.

Narrator: In the art studio, children are making imaginative drawings. In the dormitory, each door is adorned with strange but unique name tags.

Narrator: Now Ashley understands what Cersei meant. This place is indeed very similar to the Dorm of the Strange.

Narrator: While the people of NInir pursue absolute beauty, these "imperfect" children can still freely pursue beauty here in the chapel.

Narrator: As the thought crosses Ashley's mind, her footsteps feel lighter.

Narrator: After settling in, Ashley goes to the courtyard alone, where the flowers and plants are well taken care of.

Narrator: While Ashley is admiring a blooming rose, Cersei passes by carrying a box of colorful costumes.

Cersei: Ashley, don't forget about the rehearsal tonight.

Ashley: Sure.

Cersei: Still nervous?

Ashley: I want to find a quiet place to practice... alone.

Cersei: Got it. I'll get out of your way.

Narrator: Cersei casts a confidence enchantment on Ashley, then leaves.

Narrator: Ashley continues walking deeper into the courtyard, where she sees a small boy hugging his knees and staring at a big tree.

Narrator: Worrying that her face would scare him, Ashley quickly walks away, but the boy stops her unexpectedly.

Boy: Miss?

Narrator: Ashley stops in her tracks and hesitates before turning around.

Boy: Are you a good friend of Miss Cersei's?

Ashley: Hm?

Narrator: Ashley turns and looks at him. The boy's face is soft and refined, unlike the other "less beautiful" children in the hall.

Narrator: Realizing this, Ashley turns her face away again, letting her hair cover the ugly marks on her face.

Narrator: The boy gazes at Ashley sincerely, his eyes as clear as water.

Boy: Miss, can you help me bring down the little bird in the tree?

Ashley: Little bird?

Narrator: Ashley is curious. Her eyes follow the boy's finger pointing to the treetops, and quickly see something white among the dense green leaves.

Boy: That's my pet bird, Gray. It's been playing up there for too long today. I want to bring it home.

Narrator: The branch the bird is perching on isn't too high. The boy should be able to reach it if he jumps. Ashley still agrees to help, but when she stands up on her tiptoes, the bird flies away.

Ashley: I'm sorry...

Boy: It's okay. It will come back tomorrow.

Narrator: The boy speaks calmly and confidently, waves goodbye to Ashley. Only then does Ashley realize that the boy has a slight limp.

Cersei: Ashley, shall we eat?

Narrator: Ashley hears Cersei calling from behind and quickly turns and responds. She walks towards her friends, all the while wondering if the bird will return to the boy.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

#ashley #shining nikki #chapter 2 #transcript #ninir #ninir kingdom #ssr designer #encounter #bird #disabled #fit in #chapel #friend

[chromorbid]

venting, cw for medical + TMI + menses-related bs

I always felt lucky that I didn't have the same problems as other people with PCOS. my periods were normal except when they weren't. The pain only lasted a couple days or so. the amount of time I spent bleeding was average, even though it was a lot. but I couldn't function in my daily life, and every time I had my period was like I was taking so many steps backwards in my mental health recovery. I didn't want to have more cysts develop and burst either, rendering me unable to function for weeks. I needed it to end.

cue the magic of the minipill. sure my acne got way worse, but at least I wasn't bleeding anymore. at least I wasn't in pain anymore. I even managed to achieve a somewhat more normal body weight, when I always had trouble getting above 100 before. thank fucking god for planned parenthood California, who gave me a years supply for free every checkup without insurance. there was some trial and error with other medications afterwards, and I had to keep track of what triggered my period when I wasn't supposed to be having it. quack doctors who didn't know what they were prescribing, usually. sometimes stress triggers it. sometimes drinking alcohol triggers it. the wrong dairy product. wheat.

I moved to Texas and didn't have a refill ready--the local PP prescribed a different brand, and it cost $112 for six months' worth. it didn't do its job like the other one, but they didn't have my original brand. I found that the one I used to take could be acquired through the PP Direct app, but it's $75 for 3 months' worth. so I've been taking that.

I had a lifestyle change when I moved out of my parents' place. I'm asexual, but still have a sex drive and bought some celebratory sex toys (and have friends who are cool and gifted me stuff too). it turns out that when I use them regularly--you know, that way many people with vaginas do?--that apparently is enough to trigger my period.

I expected that it would probably be the way my period usually is while on this medication: light and spotty, maybe a little bit of cramping here and there. but for the second month, that apparently is not the case. I've never had this much period pain in my LIFE. it can only be compared to my first cyst burst in 2011. I thought I had appendicitis, and if that was the case I probably would have died from it because I sat in urgent care for two and a half fucking hours in agony. the pain eventually went down while there and I learned the appointment alone without insurance was going to cost $180 we didn't have. I gave up and left, gambling with my own life. fortunately all it did was leave me unable to walk for two weeks. I didn't get Actual Appendicitis until 2020. so now I know for sure that what's happening now isn't that.

so. this fucking sucks. I've been in pain for an entire week. I haven't had this much fresh blood leave my body since before i started taking this pill 9 years ago. I'm pretty sure it's made me anemic again. and I cannot FUCKING function without three times the suggested dose of ibuprofen and a heating pad. and I cannot see a doctor until the New Year. I've had the pain hit me so badly I felt like I was gonna faint several times. there's a Christmas party everyone is attending soon tonight and I don't think I can even get up to dress myself.

it's like I'm being punished for getting more comfortable with my body. how is anybody supposed to have a sex life this way? would the other functions of the minipill fail if I was sexually active with other people? fucking Christ.

even though I live in Virginia now, I can't get an appointment with PP. they don't take my insurance. I don't know what to fucking do anymore.

edit oh yeah, I wonder how bad this would be if I WASN'T taking the minipill....... probably worse????? jfc.

#wormds

[giorno-plays-piano]

Abominable Part 1

Pairing: mage!Peter Parker x mage!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, murders, possible gore in the future chapters, pretty dark story overall.

Words: 1543

Summary: An investigator of the Mage's Association, you are sent to discover the mystery behind a series of murders before more sinister events take place.

P.S. This was inspired by The Garden of Sinners particularly. I loved it dearly when I was a teenager.

To avoid any confusion, the reader is neither good nor bad due to the nature of her profession. Peter is an adult.

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Stepping on a platform with a vintage Samsonite briefcase in your hand, you looked at the people standing aside, most of them waiting for other passengers to leave the train. Although you knew the face of a magus who was supposed to meet you, it was hard to recognize him in the crowd, and you stared at all those people in front of you, clenching the briefcase’s handle. You hated waiting.

Of course, Lord Pierce wasn’t too happy with your arrival: the old fool thought he was untouchable even after a series of murders and an unnatural magic activity in Tombra that got the Mage's Association alarmed. You remembered the revulsion in Mr. Stark’s voice when he talked of Alexander. The old aristocracy, Lord Pierce was an outstanding magus who had long abandoned practicing any decent magic and instead preferred to exploit the strength of his numerous successors. While he still had some friends in the Association, Stark hated him greatly and was happy to remind him who was in control.

Naturally, Pierce knew why you came to Tombra, and the conversation between you two didn’t go well. You didn’t hide your intentions: you were the Investigator of the Clock Tower, and your job was to figure out what was happening in that megalopolis where Lord Pierce resided proudly. It meant you were going to be a great disturbance and a possible danger to many aristocratic families under Alexander’s protection. 

It wasn’t surprising he chose the most useless assistant to help you find out the truth. His name was Peter Parker, and he was class D+ magus who attended neither Clock Tower nor Atlas Academy. His role was to slow you down, you thought and sighed. 

Suddenly, you saw a familiar face when a young man hurried to you, his cheeks red, sweat running down his face: apparently, he was late. You snickered, looking at his formal attire - his black tie was so long as if he stole it from his father.

Once he was close enough, the young man stood tall, at attention, waiting for you to say something as he stared at you with awe and horror.

“Lady Ragna of the Clock Tower,” you named your rank coldly, and your companion nervously bit his lower lip, acting exactly how you expected of him.

“Peter of Tombra! Pleased to make your acquaintance!” He sounded too excited, and his hands were trembling a little, although he tried hiding it.

Gods, what was he good for in a situation like this, unless he possessed some extraordinary powers not stated in his file? Well, now was the time to discover that, you thought as you narrowed your eyes at the young man.

"Your primary magecraft?"

"B-bounded fields and healing!"

Nothing spectacular there, but bounded fields could be of use to you if you would ever be attacked while performing magic.

"Elements?"

"Water and wind!"

This was better: magi controlling more than one element were still rare, and the boy could make a nice apprentice if he were to be send to the Clock Tower. Besides, with Tombra surrounded by a river, a liquid manipulation skill Peter definitely possessed could be valuable, too.

"Magic circuit composition?"

"N-normal?"

"Any familiars?"

"None."

He was clearly feeling like a mouse in front of a snake, his face getting even more red with every second, and you found the situation rather funny.

"Your motto?" You stared him dead in the eye.

For a second Peter looked horrified, his mouth slightly open as if he were to say something, but you heard no sound coming from him. Then, as if struck by lightning, he gibbered with fear, "Live p-proudly?"

Oh boy. He really thought you were being serious when you talked rubbish with a stony face. If anybody was to talk about a personal motto, even the most pretentious magi of the Clock Tower would burst out laughing.

Rolling your eyes skyward, a gleam of deviltry in them, you smirked, "It was a joke. Don't ever use a motto, it's a terrible idea."

"Thank goodness! I thought it's something high magi of Clock Tower have." The next second Peter made a sigh of relief, and then the both of you laughed loudly, making other people on the platform throw glances at you.

Although you realized the young man had much less experience than you, you still felt he would be fun to have around. If he could make your life a little easier, you would accept his help.

Moving away from the platform and soon passing through the station's hall, you went straight to the city streets instead of catching a taxi. Peter hurried after you, still perplexed at your refusal to let him carry your bag - you guessed he expected you to boss him around, and it made you chuckle. What Pierce was doing with young magi here if Peter had such an impression about higher-ups?

"Lady Ragna, I was informed that the cottage where you chose to stay is in the suburbs. Did you decide to change it?" He asked, seeing you walking to a completely different place.

"No, it's the same cottage. If you wonder why we aren't driving there right now, I'd prefer to patrol the streets tonight to get to know the city. We can discuss the details of the job in the meantime."

You walked away fast, not looking at your companion anymore and watching the night city instead: you had never been to Tombra before, but many magi from the Clock Tower were born there, and their talk about the city always made you a little jealous. Born in a small town to a simple human woman who knew nothing of magic, you always wished to know what it was like to grow up in a true magic society like the one in Tombra, a home to many noble families, albeit smaller and less significant than those living in the capital. 

The city looked exactly like you imagined it: giant grey buildings stood besides the streets, and while they didn't look particularly pretty, you loved those countless neon signages and bright posters that were shining even in the darkness of the night. The streets were busy with tourists admiring the city, couples walking out of the fancy restaurants and cinemas, and young people, recklessly snooping around some nightclubs and bars, trying to get in despite the security glaring at them and requiring them to show their ID cards while the kids pretended they forgot them. There was also a small marketplace with colorful food trucks and booths, offering both local and international cuisine, and you blended into the crowd immediately, taking some crepes and then buying takoyaki - Peter, following you like a puppy, looked shocked.

"I can't do my job on an empty stomach," you smirked and handed him some takoyaki.

Funny enough, he accepted the second you showed the plastic plate into his hands, eating so hungrily as if he had been starving the whole day.

"Well, now since I feel a bit better, let's talk business," you motioned the young man to follow you, and turned to a narrow alley, leaving the noisy market that was going to be full of people for at least a couple of hours more. "Do you have any idea why I have been sent by the Association?"

Licking his fingers, Peter looked somewhat shyly at you, probably afraid he would say something silly, "From what I understand, the reason is some unnatural magic activity the Association couldn't trace, and the involvement of its user in several murders."

"Correct." Crossing the alley, you scratched the chipped paint from an old building in front of you and looked at your fingers, furrowing your brows. "To be precise, the reason why the Association didn't leave these murders to a human police is the method how these murders were carried on. Whoever did it pretty much sucked the soul out of victims' bodies."

Peter frowned, staying still while you kept examining the concrete wall in front of you, drawing strange symbols that started glowing immediately as you finished them.

"It may sounds funny, but the ritual necessary to prevent the soul of a dead person to come back to Akasha is known only to a couple of magi, and each of them is considered a great danger to the society by the Association. This alone is a threat, but Mr. Stark's other concern is the indefinite nature of magic practiced in Tombra. It is likely that the magus responsible for the deaths is planning something much more sinister, and we can't allow this to happen."

Finding what you were looking for, you nodded to yourself and moved further, Peter walking right beside you with a concerned expression on his face. He was probably surprised you didn't need his guidance, but you spent the last three days memorizing Tombra's map.

"Do you mean that the souls of victims can be combined to become a power source for some... dark ritual or something?" He asked nervously, licking his lips.

You smirked, turning to him and pointing to the wall of the next building that started to glow subtly as you got close, "Exactly, Peter."

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[holdingforgeneralhugs]

Bitter Pill to Swallow

Chapter 3 (Ch.2, Ch.1)

Thank you again to the lovely @tvserie-s-world for letting me use her screencaps💕

"Curahee!"

Valarie grinned as she cheered along with her fellow paratroopers. Liebgott managed to slosh some of his drink onto her boots but she couldn't bring herself to get mad about it. After the thrill of completing the five qualifying jumps and managing not to vomit during any of them, Valerie and the rest of Easy felt like they were on top of the world.

She spotted Gene getting a drink at the bar and wandered over to him. He jumped when she clapped him on the shoulder, whacking her in the arm good naturedly for frightening him. Valerie grinned before turning to George who had just popped up with a drink for Gene.

"Hey Georgie, you got another one of those beers under there for me?" She asked.

"That depends," George responded cheekily, "you gonna tell me the magic word of the night?"

"The magic word of the night," Valerie teased, "is kiss my ass and gimme a beer Luz."

George smirked and reached under the counter, pulling out a full glass and planting it firmly on the counter in front of her. He got a mischievous twinkle in his eye then and reached under to grab a glass for himself.

"Now in response to your cheek," stated Luz, in a scarily accurate impersonation of Sink, "I'll have to challenge you to a contest. Whoever downs their drink the quickest gets a full pack of lucky strikes."

"Well how could I back down from a challenge like that," smirked Valerie. "You wanna get in on the fun Gene?" She asked, laughing when Gene vehemently shook his head.

"Oh no, I'm quite happy to drink my beer and watch you two act the fool," he retorted, sipping his drink and leaning against the counter. George and Valerie shared a look, and with a nod they raced to down their drinks. Clearly they'd drawn a crowd, because she could hear the guys shouting out a countdown around her. With a gasp she slammed her glass on the counter, and cried out in dismay when she realised George had just beat her.

"C'mon Val, hand em over," he teased, holding out his hand and fluttering his fingers. She grumbled something about him obviously cheating before pressing her precious box of lucky strikes into his palm. He opened them gleefully and plucked one out for himself before holding out the box to her.

"Aw c'mon Val, you didn't think I'd take em and not offer you one as a peace offering did ya?"

She rolled her eyes but took one gratefully, nodding her thanks to him when he lit it for her. He placed another drink on the counter for her and she took a sip, content to enjoy this glass.

Toye and the mortar gang had decided to stick around at the bar, and she laughed with them as they challenged each other to drinking games. She almost choked on her drink when Skip spilled beer all down his shirt in his eagerness to beat Penk, who was surprisingly good at downing drinks.

"Hate to interrupt your fun fellas, but I was wondering if I could have a word with Lieutenant Landry."

She went stiff in her seat, cigarette in hand suspended right in front of her lips. She glanced to her right and met Gene's eyes, and he was giving her a very pointed look. She glared back at him before turning around and facing her fellow Lieutenant. He gestured towards a quieter corner and she nodded, following him without a word. She smoked her cigarette harshly, wondering what he could possibly want with her tonight of all nights.

"So," he started cautiously, "The batallion officers are drinking in another room to let the enlisted men enjoy themselves here. Nix, Welsh and I were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

She stared back at him sceptically. Outside of the necessary consultations on exercises they hadn't spoken since their argument, and she wasn't quite sure what to say now that he was.

He could sense her hesitation and sighed softly. "Look Landry, I know we haven't exactly gotten off on the right foot but we're celebrating tonight, so how about we put all that aside and enjoy a well deserved night off?"

She contemplated that for a moment, but she agreed that a night off was well deserved, and the men would probably have more fun without any officers breathing down their necks.

"Alright then," she sighed, "lead the way."

He seemed almost surprised that she'd agreed so easily, but he recovered quickly and led her out of the room and down the hall to a smaller room.

"Hell Landry, what a delightful surprise," grinned Lewis when he spotted her walking in behind his friend. He was standing behind the bar and pouring a very generous helping of VAT 69 for himself.

"Don't get used to it Nixon," she shot back.

"Oh don't worry," he replied nonchalantly as she took a seat at the bar, "we're all very aware that you prefer the enlisted men to us 'stuffy' officers."

Ah, so he'd overheard her talking to Bill that day he'd asked her why she was hardly ever with the other officers. "Yeah well, ain't my fault you all wouldn't know fun if it slapped ya," she retorted. Lewis and Harry exchanged a glanced and then burst out laughing.

"You know what Landry," Lewis chuckled, "you're not half bad. What's your poison then? Or are you on the soda water with Dick here?"

"Why am I not surprised Saint Winters doesn't drink?" She snarked, rolling her eyes, "I'll have some of that VAT 69 if you please."

He looked sideways to Dick at her comment, and if he didn't know him so well he would have missed the slight tick in his jaw. Lewis decided to note that down to ask him about it later.  He poured Valerie a generous glass, and whistled in surprise when she downed it in one and put the glass back down in front of him expectantly.

"Hell Nix," chuckled Harry, "I think you may have met your match on the drinking front." Lewis smirked as he poured her another and topped up his own glass. He picked up his and tilted it towards her expectantly.

"I think Harry here may be on to something there," he grinned, "what d'ya say Landry, why don't we start anew and be drinking buddies?"

Valerie sized him up for a moment, contemplating. She'd tended to avoid spending much time with her fellow Easy officers, preferring the company of the enlisted men. She still maintained they were stuffy as hell, but maybe they weren't all bad. Sure, Nixon was another rich jerk from another posh college, but he did seem like the kind of guy who knew how to have a good time. As for Welsh, he was a late addition to the crew and she hadn't exactly taken too much troubles to talk to him. Maybe if she gave them a chance she might grow to like them.

"Hell Landry, you sure know how to keep a guy hanging," quipped Lewis, shaking his glass in front of hers. She rolled her eyes at his impatience but smiled slightly as she clinked her glass against his and they downed their drinks in unison.

"Well I wouldn't want to seem too eager, now would I?" She smirked, sliding her glass across the counter for another. He raised an eyebrow at her sceptically and she narrowed her eyes at him as if to say 'are you doubting I can handle it?' He poured again and watched with fascination as she downed it.

"Jesus Landry you really are somethin' else aren't you?" He laughed.

"I'm here all week folks," she grinned, spreading her arms and doing a mock bow, with Harry and Lewis joining in with a round of applause. It was fun, they were fun, and she thought that maybe, just maybe giving them a chance wouldn't be so bad after all.

She felt a pair of eyes on her and when she looked beyond Harry she was unsurprised to find two blue eyes watching her intently.

"Something you'd like to say Winters?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him. He sat up a little straighter then and cleared his throat, clearly not expecting she'd pay him any mind.

"Well, I...was just thinking to myself that I'd never met a lady that could drink like that," he replied honestly. Valerie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"Well then it's lucky I ain't no lady, as I've already told you," she replied dismissively, "and there's a whole lotta things you don't know about me."

"Well it'd be hard to know anything about you since you hardly ever talk to us."

Lewis eyed his friend in surprise, and he shared a look with an equally shocked Harry. He subtly poured himself and Harry another drink and sat back to see how it would all play out.

"Well maybe I would talk to you more if you weren't so godamn stiff. You got the rule book stuck up your ass or something?" Valerie snapped. Dick gazed back at her, his jaw clenching and his eyebrows furrowed.

"And maybe if you weren't so argumentative, or didn't act like you were so much better than us, you wouldn't be such a chore to be around."

His eyes widened the minute he realised what he'd said, and she could see that he was about to try and apologise for it, not that she would give him the chance. He'd meant every word of what he said, and they all knew it.

"Well I'll be sure not to impose on your time any longer," she hissed, pushing her glass across the counter and standing abruptly. "Lewis, Harry, it's been fun. We should do it again sometime."

Without waiting for a response she marched from the room.  Lewis and Harry watched her walk out the door before turning to Dick with barely smothered smirks.

"Wow Dick," Lewis said, "I've never seen you get so animated. What's going on with there?"

"Yeah," chimed Harry, "I didn't think anyone could get under your skin."

Dick finished off his own drink and placed the glass on the counter, unwilling to meet their eyes. "There's nothing going on," he stated as he pulled on his coat, "Now if you don't mind I'm gonna hit the hay. I'll see you two in the morning."

"Aw c'mon Dick don't be like that," pleaded Lewis, "there's clearly something going on."

Dick shook his head and bid them both goodnight as he walked out the door.

"I'll get it out of him yet, don't you worry," promised Lewis, pouring himself and Harry another drink. There was clearly something with those two and he'd be dammed if he was left out of the loop.

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[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

King

For @thatesqcrush​ Holiday B!ngo: Naughty or Nice.

Pairing: Nevada Ramirez x reader

Square: Sliver and Gold

WC: 2578

Warnings: Pure filth and smut. Rough sex and a bossy Nevada. Excuse any mistakes.

Enjoy x

“I knew Aaron was a tight ass but come on Renee- the Heights? He does know he can claim it back on Tax under team bonding right”

“Somehow I think the tax man would work out that team bonding in December is code for Christmas party and Y/N come on don’t act like, it was on the top 10 list for up and coming night clubs- And don’t speak about Aaron that way” Renee scoffed at you

“Don’t speak about him that way?” you burst out laughing “Just cause you want to get in his pants- you might be in for a chance tonight with all the cheap alcohol in a dirty night club” you stuck your tongue out at her before you both burst out laughing.  

Your taxi pulled up behind a black SUV in front of the destination night club in the Heights for your work Christmas party. You never came to this part of town often, not that you were a snob- but nothing attracted you to this area before. When you had been told about the Christmas party being in a dark and dingy night club you rolled your eyes and thought about the open bar. As you stepped out of the cab onto the curb, Renee following close behind, you pulled out your curly hair that had gotten caught in your gold large hooped earring, making your way to the bouncer to show him your id.

You and Renee made your way into the night club to find the rest of your work friends. You passed a small cloak room, you and Renee both checked in your over coats. As you waited for Renee, you adjusted the very thin straps on your sliver slip dress, running your hands over the squinted dress to flatten it on your thighs. You both walked into the main dance floor area, the beat of the music so loud you pulled a face crinkling your nose.

You hadn’t seen him, but he saw you. His eyes narrowing at you as you walked across the dance floor. The disco lights reflecting off your sliver dress almost making you look like a Christmas tree. From his balcony you could just see the tops of your breast’s and cleavage and how the dress just sat over your ass. His eyes scanned the thin straps resting on your shoulders, wondering what it would feel like running his fingers under them to pull them off you. As he watched you, he seen you turn catching a glimpse of you gold hoop earrings and he growled to himself feeling his cock twitch in his black jeans.

You walked into the private room walking around and greeting your other work mates. You worked in a pathology lab in midtown and although most of your work mates where science’s lovers or obsessed with anything pop culture they all knew how to drink- a lot. It was always a fun time when you all got together. You got a drink from the bar with Renee and started to move around the room talking with everyone, well trying. The music and base was so loud, that even being right next to someone’s ear they could hardly hear you.

You finally had enough when the base started to give you a head ache. You walked over to the bar and yelled at the bar man if he could turn down the speaker slightly,

“Sorry Ma’ma, that’s out of my control. You will have to speak to the owner”

“Where do I find them?”

“I can call to see if he can come down- give me a sec.”

You stood at the bar tapping your pointer finger on it watching the bar man on the phone. He looked over at you his eyes scanning down to your dress and then you lip read him saying yes. He hung up and walked back over to you,

“Mr Ramirez will be down in a moment, just wait here”

“Thanks”

You smelt the cigar and cheap leather before you saw the man behind the club. As Nevada walked down the small hall to the private room rounding the bar, your legs caught his eye’s first. He scanned from your black blocked heels, up to your knee caps, up your thighs to your breasts then he met your face looking down at your phone.

You had seen someone walking towards you, you looked up from your phone screen to dangerously delicious looking Latin man. Big gold chain around his neck, black shirt tucked into his black jeans. His shirt buttons undone just enough to see his under shirt and big gold chunky cross, a leather jacket over the top to complete his outfit. His face had just the right amount of facial hair and the most beautiful green eyes you had ever seen.

You took in a deep breath as he stopped in front of you with his hands on his hips. His gold ring shinning on his extremely long fingers. As your eyes ran up from his fingers, up his chest to his scruffy face and then his eyes, he smirked at you, with a sparkle in them.

“You have a problem?”

“What?” you put your hand to your ear

“You have a problem?” Nevada repeated himself

“I can’t hear you” you shook your head frowning

Nevada wrapped his long fingers around your wrist pulling you into him, his lips close to your ear, your body flush with his. His breath warm on your neck,

“I said do you have a problem” His voice was husky in your ear.

You turned your face so your cheek was resting on his, your lips now at his ear,

“It’s too loud in here. Can you turn it down- It’s giving me a head ache”

“What’s the magic word?” he growled into your ear.

“Excuse me?” You pulled away from his ear frowning.

Nevada raised an eye brown curling his finger in a come here motion. You lent back in,

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please”

“Please Nevada” His breath was hot in your ear again.

“Please Nevada” you repeated back

“Good girl” Nevada pulled away for a moment nodding at the barman who picked up the phone.

Nevada looked back at you almost like the big bad wolf about to eat little red riding hood. The music started to soften and you didn’t feel like your head was going to blow off.

“Thank you” you smiled at him

“Still have the head ache?” His hands back on his hips

“Ah yeah but-“

“Come with me” he barked at you.

You caught Renee’s eye sight pointing to Nevada’s back and she gave you a slight nod as you followed him out to the main dance floor. He made his way around the edge of the dance floor to a glass stair case leading up to his balcony that had two men standing at the end of it. They both nodded at you as you followed him up the stairs.

The stairs led to a medium size landing with a few two seater black leather couches and a glass coffee table the middle of them all, a Christmas tree in the corner. Nevada walked through a white frosted glass door with a green and red wreath hanging on it. You stopped in the door frame looking in at his black and sliver metal office table with a big black leather desk chair. Another smaller table with screens showing the club and filing cabinet’s along one wall and a window along the other.

“Did I tell you to stop there? Come here” Nevada looked over his shoulder walking to open his top drawer pulling out a white box.

“You’re very bossy” you shot back.

“Do you know who you’re talking too?” he narrowed his eyes at you throwing the white box on his desk.

“Nevada Ramirez, owner of this club” you shrugged your shoulders stepping towards his desk to get two pain killers from the box he threw on the desk.

“I’ am not just the owner of this club, I’ am king of the heights” he snapped, his voice rough “Do you always follow men you don’t know into their offices?”  

“Only when they are royalty” you chuckled

Like a flash, Nevada was behind you his body pressed into yours. You let your body lean into his, your panties damping as soon as you felt his warm body on yours. His long fingers on his left hand slipping under where the straps of your dress started at your shoulder blade, brushing up your skin along the top of your shoulder to the side of your neck, running a finger along the base of your throat,

“You’re a cock tease aren’t you” Nevada’s mouth near your ear again “You go to clubs dressed like this-acting like a pequeña puta” you felt Nevada’s right hand start to slide up your thigh, the cold of his ring on your hot skin made you moan, his surprisingly soft hands making you shiver.

“I’ am no tease Mr Ramirez-I always finished what I start” You reached around behind you and cupped Nevada’s hardening cock through his jeans.

He growled into your ear and moved his fingers to grip your neck slightly, but not enough to cut your breath,

“Did I say you could touch that?” he grunted into your ear, the hand on your thigh now toying with the hem of your dress.

“You’re not telling me I can’t” Nevada’s grip tightened again slightly around your neck as he rolled his hips onto your hand “Are you sure someone of your stature can be seduced by some commoner like me”

Nevada’s chuckle was dark,

“We need to put that mouth to better use. Get on your knees Mami.” his hands were on your hips. Nevada spun you around quick, his eyes locked with yours, they were so hard and intense, his pupil's making his eyes look almost black,

"Didn't I say get on your knees" he reached down to undo his belt buckle followed by his jeans button.

"What's the magic word?" You ran your finger along his scruffy jaw. Like the flash he grabbed your wrist, you looked over at his long fingers wrapped around it and whimpered.

"Don't play with me" a smirk pulled to his face "I said, mi puta- get on your knees, me entiendes" Nevada pushed you down by your wrist till you were kneeling in front of him. You watched as he unzipped his fly pushing down his jeans, then reaching into his briefs to pull out his extremely hard member. He smirked again when he saw you licking your lips looking at it. Nevada wrapped his hand around it stroking himself, his pre-cum shinning in the dim light of the office.

"Wow" you huffed looking up at him through your eye lashes.

"Open that pretty mouth of yours and show me what else you can do it with"

You lent forward opening your mouth, resting your hands on Nevada's thighs taking him fully into your mouth. His hand came to the back of your head pushing you into him as he hit the back of your throat making you gag slightly, his other resting on your shoulder. You flattened you tongue running it up the underside of his cock, feeling the veins running along your tongue, giving the tip a roughish suck when you got to it.

"Ay Mami, just like that. You know how to suck good don't you" Nevada grunted out, his head falling forward.

As you worked on him with your tongue, you could feel how wet you were, needing to be touched. You moved one hand from his thigh to your boob, giving yourself a quick squeeze over your sliver dress before running your hand down to the hem to slip your hand into your panties.

Nevada tugged you off him by your hair a string of saliva connecting you,

"What do you think your doing?" His voice was low but rough. You removed your hand from your panties and looked up with red cheeks. Nevada tisked you and ran a finger down the side of your face, 

"Does it turn you on having my cock in your mouth?"

"Yes" you cleared your throat

"Where else do you want it?" You looked up at him with your head tilted to the side "Tell me where else ahora"

"In me. I want you to fuck me" you whimpered at your own words giving away how turned on you were.

"Get up. Bend over the desk"

You all but jumped up walking to the table bending over it. You heard plastic sounds and you turned your head to see Nevada rolling on a condom. There was no gentleness with him, it was straight to the point, you haven't even kissed.

You felt his fingers brush up both thighs lifting your dress over your hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of your panties and pushed them down, they fell to your ankles. Nevada put his hand between your shoulder blades and pushed you down so you were lying flat on his desk, your cheek resting on the cool of the table.

"Ready to finish what you started?" You felt him run his length over your opening making you moan load.

"Yes Mr Ramirez"

Nevada's head fell forward biting his lip as he slide into you snapping his hips bottoming out. He grunted and you moaned. Nevada gave you a moment to adjust to his size. One of his hands moved to your hip the other balling a fist in your hair as he started to pound into you hard and fast. Skin slapping skin filled the room, his table and everything on his rattling. Nevada tugged on your hair lifting your head up slightly,

"You feel so good mi puta, so tight. Maybe you aren't a cock tease being this tight- your going to be screaming my name soon Mami" Nevada grunted out getting breathless.

His dirty talk made you moan loud pushing your hips back into him with his thrusts. He pushed your head back down on the table, the hand from your hip finding your sensitive pearl. Rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb. Your heart was pounding in your ears, the fire in your gut about to burst through you.

"I ‘am going to come" you screamed. You pushed your hips back as he rolled your clit "Nevada" you screamed your whole body on fire as your release completely took over raging through you.

The way you gripped Nevada as you came was like he had never been before. His balls tensed when he thrusted into you so hard the desk moved slightly and he came in the condom, still moving his hips slowly till he was completely done.

He pulled out of you ridding himself of the condom and fixing himself away, while you tried to catch your breath, pulling up your panties, fixing your sliver dress, adjusting your gold earrings and flattening your hair where Nevada's hand had been.

You stood up and locked eyes with him. He walked over putting his hand on your cheek kissing you deeply his other hand squeezing your ass over your sliver dress.

"I better get back to the party" you said still breathless. You turned away from him and started to walk out the door "Merry Christmas King Ramirez"

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[liron-ao3]

"Are you okay?" Magnus asks as he brushes the warm, wet cloth over Alec's stomach.

"Um, sure. I'm fine."

Magnus knits his brow together. That wasn't exactly the reaction he had expected from his boyfriend who just lost his virginity to him.

"Did I do something wrong?"

Alec chuckles nervously. "You're the one with the 17.000 exes. I doubt that you do sex wrong."

Magnus grabs Alec's chin, tenderly pushing until his boyfriend meets his eyes. "Everyone likes different things. So if you didn't like something we or I did, you need to tell me."

"It's nothing."

Magnus breathes out a sigh. Alec is such a bad liar.

The warlock plays back the time since Alec stood in his hallway, kissing him with clear intent. Magnus had taken the lead tonight, checked in frequently. Alec had reacted beautifully to his ministrations, his whole body so responsive, and the sounds he had made—better than many a porn star.

Magnus' mind gets stuck at that thought. Alec had been giggling in the beginning, giddy with anticipation. The mood had been back after their short cat eyes interruption. Then, when Magnus had started to undress him further and had pressed kisses to his skin, Alec had become quiet. But Magnus had checked in again and met Alec's smiling face.

After that, it was pretty clear that Alec was enjoying himself. Or wasn't he?

Dread spreads in Magnus' chest. This had been the most meaningful sex for him in a very long time and—Fuck!

Magnus' heart is racing, threatening to burst into a thousand pieces. "Alec, didn't you enjoy it?"

Alec looks away again, a blush spreading on his cheeks. His lips, slightly swollen from being kissed in passion, part and close several times before he gives up trying to form words.

"Why didn't you say something?" Magnus' words are soft, not judging. But they only thinly veil the turmoil churning through his chest.

"I—I thought it would come. With time." Alec bites his lip. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to ruin it for you."

"You should never do anything that doesn't feel right, Alec. I'm so sorry that I didn't realise. I'm so sorry. What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You don't look like nothing, Alec."

Alec licks his lip and sits up against the headboard. He pulls one of the crumpled sheets over his lap. He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

This was the next logical step. He loves Magnus even if he hasn't said it out loud yet. He loves kissing and cuddling his boyfriend. For him, Magnus is the most beautiful man alive. He wanted this. That's how it goes, right?

But when they got naked, something shifted. His body reacted to every touch. His cock filled, his hips twitched of their own accord, goosebumps ran over his skin wherever Magnus touched him. But when he should have felt arousal he felt—nothing.

He had never been one to masturbate much. The porn he had watched was arousing, though. Shouldn't he have felt at least the same when Magnus touched him? The man made him come for heaven's sake, with talented fingers and a very skilled mouth. What is wrong with him!?

"It was just different than what I expected. That's all."

Magnus' frown is growing deeper.

"Can we just cuddle and go to sleep? It's been a long day," Alec pleads.

Magnus opens his mouth to protest, but he closes it again. If he knows something about Alec, then, that he sometimes needs time to think and afterwards, talking is way easier.

They shuffle around a little with Magnus' head ending up tucked under Alec's chin. Both lie awake for a long while, pondering what this might mean for their relationship.

***

"What scares you?"

Magnus feels the urge to laugh and cry at the same time. How can Alec ask him that? Doesn't he know?

He has to look up at the ceiling when he rips his chest wide open, handing his heart to Alec on a silver platter.

Magnus looks at their entwined hands on his stomach. "What happened last night, Alec? Where did I go wrong?"

Alec's hand stiffens a little in his hold. "You did nothing wrong."

"But you didn't enjoy it, right?"

Alec's breath gets caught in his throat. The sound makes Magnus' heart clench painfully.

"It wasn't bad."

Magnus bites the inside of his lower lip. "But it wasn't good either?"

"It was—weird. Like an out-of-body experience. My body liked what you did, but it felt—" Alec takes his time to find the right word. "Neutral."

Magnus lets out the breath that got stuck in his airways. At least he did nothing Alec disliked. Thank Lucifer for little mercies.

"Okay. That can happen. Not everyone enjoys sex. That's absolutely fine." Magnus tries to keep his emotions out of his voice. Alec needs him now. His own turmoil can be dealt with later.

Alec's eyes flicker through the room. "How is that fine? Everybody wants sex."

Magnus rolls on his side. "That's not true. Some do experience sexual desire and attraction, some don't, and others only under certain circumstances."

"But I wanted it. I wanted you. I want you." Alec's voice sounds desperate, fear lacing the words.

Magnus studies Alec's features, the frown creasing his beautiful face, the way he bites the inside of his cheek.

"When you pictured us having sex—what did you imagine?"

Alec blushes a deep red. "I–I imagined us kissing. You on top, your weight on me. I imagined how you'd sound, how you'd look when you come."

Magnus hums. "And how did I come? What were we doing?"

Alec's eyes blink several times. "I jerked you off."

"Okay. And what did I do with you?"

Alec looks at him, thinking hard, but he comes back blank. "Nothing."

"Did you come in your fantasy?"

Alec shakes his head.

Magnus licks his lips. "What arouses you?" Alec answers with a frown. "I mean, what do you think of when you masturbate?"

"I don't usually do." The frown grows deeper.

"Is that a religious thing?"

Alec chuckles. "No. I just don't feel like it most of the time."

Magnus smiles at him. "Then you're probably asexual, Alexander."

"I'm gay," he protests.

Magnus squeezes his hand. "One thing doesn't erase the other, darling. You can be a homoromantic man and never want to touch a dick in your lifetime."

Alec bites his lip. "I want to touch yours."

Magnus chuckles. "You can be ace and want to touch your boyfriend's cock."

Alec screws his face. "That doesn't sound right."

"Okay. Close your eyes, Alexander."

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

Alec gives him a are you kidding me look and closes his eyes.

"Okay. Imagine us in bed, both fully dressed. We're kissing. I'm lying on top of you. Is that okay?"

Alec nods.

"What if I ground down, rubbed my erection against your body? Would that be okay, too?"

"I guess. I liked feeling that you wanted me."

Magnus grins. "I wanted you very much."

A proud smile tugs on Alec's lips. Magnus smirks at his beautiful boyfriend.

"Okay. Now imagine us naked in the same position."

Alec's brow knits together. "I like the touch of your skin, your caresses. But your cock is a bit too much as it slides against me." Alec opens his eyes, cautiously scanning Magnus' face.

"That's alright, Alexander. We just try to find out where your boundaries are. Do you want to continue?"

Alec nods.

"Alright then. What about what I did last night. Did you like my mouth on you?"

Alec's eyes flutter shut, his cheeks burning crimson now. "You're very skilled."

"Why, thank you. But that isn't an answer, is it?"

Alec shakes his head. "I prefer your lips on my mouth." He winces as he says it.

"I suppose my fingers weren't welcome either?"

Alec sighs. "Look, I know this is weird. I'm sure I'll get used to it."

Magnus breathes out a sigh and sits up. "I don't want to do things for you to get used to. If you're not enjoying it, it's useless. I'm doing them for you. Not for me."

"Magnus."

"Alec. If you don't enjoy sex, then this is the end of the discussion."

Alec scrambles up, eyes wide in fear, tears already filling the brim. "No, please, I can learn to enjoy it. Please. I want you."

"Shh," Magnus soothes him. "I'm not breaking up with you. See, that's what I meant when I said I was worried about rushing it. Sex changes things. But relationships are so much more than sex. I want you, in any way, I can have you."

"But you—"

"—screwed around in the past? Yes. But what we have, Alexander, is so much more. The last days were the best of my life. I'd be content if we just stayed that way for eternity. You make me really happy. And I have two healthy hands and even magic if I should need release."

Alec blows out a breath. "That won't be necessary. I mean—I want to." He sighs.

"What do you want?"

"I want to make you feel good—sexually." Alec couldn't explain it if he tried to. But pleasuring Magnus was strangely satisfying, to know that he touched him right, that he made him lose control. That even after so many lovers, his name fell from Magnus' lips when he came all over his stomach.

"You don't have to."

Alec cups Magnus' cheek and runs his thumb over the smooth skin. "You looked so beautiful when you came."

Guilt washes over Magnus' skin. He had been so lost in his own pleasure. He hadn't seen Alec come. Did he even come? He had assumed because his dick had been soft when he came out on the other side of his climax.

"I'm so sorry, Alexander."

Alec rolls his eyes. "I liked it."

"You did?"

"Yes. I want to see you like this again. Wanna make you come."

Magnus' cock twitches at the prospect. "If you really want to, I'm sure we can make this work. But I mean it. We'll never have to do any of that ever again."

Alec cocks an eyebrow. "And you could live with that?"

"Oh, Alexander." He kisses him softly and slips on top of him, mindful to keep the duvet between them. "I have everything I need."

Alec runs his fingers through Magnus' hair. "I'm sorry that I'm broken. You clearly are an incredible lover."

"You're not broken, darling. You're just you. And I'm happy to have you."

#malec fandom #malec fanfic #malec fanfiction #malec fic #ace #asexual #asexuality

[bansept]

Family festival

A very big shout-out to @star-snail whose Ichihime fanart inspired this fanfic : it is a very beautiful piece that just radiates peace and love and fun to me, so I tried my best to convey this in a written way. I hope I do their work justice 🙃

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Japan is the land of festivals, Ichigo is pretty darn sure of that. He is far from complaining, especially because it allows all his family to reunite so that they can eat sweets, have fun, pray and just, be together.

For days, the house down the street of the Kurosaki clinic had been filled with excited chatters of both Orihime and Kazui, the little boy asking his mother about this and that story, his mother explaining with great details. The 5 year-old had looked at her like magic was pouring out of her mouth, which was probably the case, to him. Kazui had asked about many festivals, including the Tanabata one, which of course brought tears to his eyes.

"B-but why did they part away? Why aren't they together!"

He wasn't a fussy boy, very far from it. He was calm and collected, and obeyed all instructions, but when it involved anything bad, even remotely linked to his parents (a name in this case), he was crying.

So Ichigo had to assure him that no, mommy wouldn't go in the stars, no, they wouldn't be separated. Yes, he could have a big kiss from papa.

"Ichigo, come get Kazui please!" Orihime called out from their room, and her husband complied, leaving the kitchen to tickle his son, who was playing with a few toys near their sofa.

The boy laughed at the fingers on his sides, wriggling in his dad's arms. He shook his tiny legs to try to get him out of such a monstrous grip, but Ichigo had him in a hug in an instant, his son up in his arms as they climbed the stairs.

"Here is my prey... Where do I put him, Hime?" Ichigo chuckled in a fake deep voice, which pulled a squeal from his son, who extended his hands to his mom, hoping to get away from his horrible father.

"Oh, well how about you give this cute boy a bath before dressing him up? We'll be late..."

"We are supposed to meet the rest in an hour, Hime, don't worry."

Ichigo walked to his nervous wife and gave her a very gentle peck on the cheek, hoping to calm her down. Kazui turned his head to the side, suddenly interested in what was on the walls while Orihime blushed a little.

"... You're right. I'm just a bit nervous... I don't know why."

Ichigo gave Kazui a little kiss on the temple before placing him back on the floor, and rubbed his back.

"Kazui, can you go get ready for the bath? I'll be here in a second."

The boy, being the sweetheart he was, nodded simply and pitty patted to the washroom, leaving his parents in their room. Ichigo looked back to his wife and raised his hand to caress her cheek.

"Orihime? Are you okay?"

The young woman breathed out, going to hug Ichigo and burying her face in his neck. She melted in his touch when she felt Ichigo's arms wrap around her, drawing nonsense on the fabric of her kimono.

"I am, it's just... I'm reminded of... I don't know, everything. My parents, my brother... For the first ones, I still wish I had some knowledge of them. And Ni-Chan... He would have been happy to be with us."

Ichigo could only agree with her, only knowing one part of the way she felt. He wished his mother was here today too, to be with her husband and her children and now Kazui too. But it was impossible.

"They're not here physically. But the people we love are with us in spirit." Ichigo said simply, his strong arms tightening a little around Orihime, his face meeting with the top of her hair.

Orihime didn't answer, only hugging him more, letting her emotions calm down, the thrumming of her heart go back to normal. Those types of thoughts didn't come often, not because she was too happy to get them, simply because there was no reason to feel bad about the past. But tonight... Tonight felt different.

After a few minutes, Orihime gave Ichigo more of her sweet and enlightening smile, brushing a hand on his cheek to thank him before getting downstairs. Ichigo went back to his son, who was looking at his reflection and waiting patiently.

"Ah, sorry Kazui. Took more than one second. But now mommy is better and you can get washed!"

Ichigo started the bath and quickly but very carefully washed the boy, who giggled and tried to splash his dad with water multiple times, but was stopped with the promise of more treats if he was nice tonight. Wetting a kimono with soap-filled water? Big no no.

The boys got ready pretty fast, father making sure that son was comfortable in his kimono and waraji, not daring to try to tame his unruly hair. He really was like Ichigo in that department. The only way to make sure it wasn't all over the place was to cut them, even if another reason was more, hem, personal.

Totally not related to how Orihime all but loved to scratch the back of his head and it was easier done when the hair is short.

They got down the stairs, Kazui holding onto Ichigo's hand tightly to not fall, still not used to the straw shoes in his little feet. Orihime checked her reflection one last time before squatting to her son, giving him a big smooth on the forehead, praising Ichigo for dressing him so well.

Did the two blush profusely? Yes. One because he was a little boy and proud to make his mommy proud, and the other one because damn if his wife wasn't the most jaw dropping beautiful woman in existence.

A few knocks on the door wanted them of the arrival of the louder part of the family, as Ichigo jokingly called them. Isshin didn't really wait until anyone opened the door to burst it open, his laughter and happy face infectious.

"Ah! Where is my grandson! Oh, you look so good.. so cute my boy!" He sniffed, tears already streaming down his face as he kneeled down to hug Kazui. Yuzu almost did the same, but had some self restraint (thank goodness) and instead laughed with Orihime. Karin kept the door opened and saluted everyone calmly, without a word, but the smile on her face too obvious for her to pretend to be unhappy about the commotion.

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All of them, after a lot of tears, walked to the closest festival stalls, the night setting in and the lampions lighting up the streets, giving it a fairy tale like atmosphere. Kazui walked neatly next to his father, holding to his arm closely, but his eyes darted everywhere in wonder. This green light, that blue stall... Some people wore masks and some kids were chasing each other with tiny fireworks in their hands.

"Let's get some food! Yuzu insisted on not making any at home as to not waste the one here..."

The young girl nodded her head enthusiastically while her twin sister trotted to a Ikayaki stall, asking for one before watching the drama play out.

"Well yes, because otherwise you would have eat like normal but all your appetite would have been gone with us and you would have complained about your stomach!"

Yuzu lectured her father, and Orihime stood next to her to tap her shoulder and calm her down, otherwise it would turn into a quite loud conversation. Karin came back next to her twin and gave her a candy apple, placing it in her hand.

"Don't mind him. Let's enjoy the festival. Let him eat if he wants."

The sisters walked ahead, not really caring about their dad's wailing, Ichigo pushing Kazui between Orihime and him.

"Tsk, he always has to be dramatic about everything..."

"But it's funny papa! When grandpa cries he always makes funny faces! And then I hug him and poof! Gone!"

Orihime gave her son a very sweet kiss on the forehead, because who wouldn't melt at the boy's sweet heart and words.

"Hm, oh, Hime. Look there."

Ichigo pointed at a stall with a shooting contest, which confused the woman at first, before she clapped her hands excitedly.

"Oh, we've haven't done one in so long!" She giggled, jogging to the inviting booth with Kazui on her side. Ichigo smiled brightly, shaking his head. Who was the child?

"You go win her a prize, I'll look after Kazui." Isshin told him, surprisingly calm after one minute of crying. He raised an eyebrow at his dad who clapped his hands together before raising Kazui in the air.

"Kazui, you'll see if your papa is good with shooting targets. If he's not, then you'll be staying with me for a while week!"

So, that meant going to bed very late, eating candy, not doing any kind of work and losing a few braincells because of Isshin cooing at him and talking to him like a baby.

No way was he going to lose. Especially when Orihime was watching intently, her hands holding each other on her chest.

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Of course Ichigo won.

And got the biggest prize he could obtain, a grey teddy bear, proudly holding it for his wife. Orihime was filled with happiness, feeding him a chocolate banana from time to time.

The evening passed like that : between chatters, contests, street food and laughter, not a single Kurosaki wasn't smiling. The sisters stood close to Orihime, always hoping to spend more time with her, always hoping to find this reminder of Masaki in her. Ichigo walked by her side, listening to their chatters and keeping an eye on Kazui, who was getting sleepy.

"Papa?"

"Hm?"

"Who is that?"

Ichigo turned his face to look on his right, where Kazui had pointed at, but seeing no one. There was barely any civilian at the stalls around them, so it was safe to say Kazui definitely needed some well earned sleep. Ichigo crouched down to pick him up in his arms, patting his head gently.

"You're tired baby, were going home soon. You can sleep some if you want."

"But the lady..."

"Hm?"

Kazui couldn't say more, already closing his little arms and snoring softly. The day had been long, of course he was exhausted. Ichigo made sure he held him tight, the teddy in his other hand being a bit of a pain now. Orihime stopped to check on the little boy, her heart feeling like it turned goowee at the adorable sight.

"We should head back... Kazui needs to take some well deserved rest." Ichigo announced to his family, the two girls nodding in unison and Isshin hugging Orihime quickly before patting Ichigo on the shoulder.

"We had a great time, thank you, to the three of you." Orihime bowed and got her goodbyes back at her, Yuzu making one last joke with her before everyone returned to their homes.

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Once Kazui was changed and put to bed, Ichigo cracked his back bones and brushed his teeth sleepily, now in his sleeping t-shirt and shorts. Weird how before he could have his bed time at 3 in the morning without any problem, and now 11:30 was the maximum.

He heard Orihime sigh next door, in their room, and popped his head out of the bathroom door.

"Hm?"

She laughed at his cute appearance and his puppy look, the head tilted to the side. She waved her hand as if to say "later, later" and went back to changing. Ichigo frowned, the infamous gesture that he had forgotten along the years bringing back the usual anxiety he felt in his younger days.

He spit in the sink and washed up his hands before entering their room and pushing the door closed.

"Hime, what's wrong? Please tell me..." He asked, sitting on the bed to watch her take her hair down, unleashing it from the tight grip of her sofisticated bun. She sighed again, and Ichigo frowned again, before going to hug him, the force of it pushing Ichigo to lay on the bed with his wife in his arms.

"Hime..."

"Nothing is wrong, I promise." She cut him off, rolling to her side if the bed and staring at his eyes. She was not lying, she was alright but then why did she sigh? Why did she look so exhausted when they return back home?

Ichigo still nodded, reassured to a point, before leaning down to kiss her in the lips. She gladly accept the peck, placing her hands on his face in such a sweet and careful hold, Ichigo definitely wanted to kiss her more. But she pulled away again, still looking at him with this strange look, one that made her eyes glitter in excitement. Orihime took one of his hands, so strong, so callous from all those fights, to place it on her belly, warm tears filling her eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

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Oh I'm so bad for leaving this like that 😂 but then again, if you guys want the rest, you can always ask for it hehe

As I am not Japanese, I had to research for festivals and clothes and food, hopefully what I wrote made sense ;;

#bleach #ichihime #pro ichihime #ichihime headcanon #ichihime writing #ichihime fanfiction #papa ichigo #mama orihime #ichigo kurosaki #orihime kurosaki #kazui kurosaki #isshin kurosaki #karin kurosaki #yuzu kurosaki #do go check the artist's work it is very beautiful!

[colemacgrathtkz]

Buying time

Previously. Next

Fair warning: This one is long.

A few days after her return, Noceda made her way into the Blight manor. She hadn't seen anyone else from the "good old days".

Today, Amity should be finished moving back into her old room. Now that the "empress" had returned, Luz needed a place to stay.

The Owl house didn't seem like it would be accepting new tenants. Amity said she could stay at the "New Coven" HQ. Belos's former castle might as well be put to good use.

Stepping through the front door, she expected to be greeted by either stuffy parents or mischievous siblings. Neither seemed to be home. Just a familiar face waiting to report her news.

Luz: "Good afternoon, my lovely gf! I'm ready for my homecoming party!"

Amity: "I've already updated Willow and Augustus. They should be ready to speak with you after some time."

Luz(folding her arms): "Why so formal, Blight? Is it the house? Maybe we should get our own-".

Amity: "Everyone's going to need time to take all this in, even me. But what about you? Any trouble moving back into your old castle?"

Luz (sarcastically): " You mean Belos's hand-me-downs? You know, after I killed him. Not so bad once you get passed the stares and constant reminders of who I was."

Amity: "Sorry."

Wait, why was she apologizing?

Luz nonchalantly shrugged.

Luz: "Meh, there was vacancy."

Speaking of vacancy, even for a big house, this was unusually quiet.

Luz( jokingly): "So, when's the party? I want to see everyone. Where are they?"

Amity: "That's going to have to wait. My family's already on their way to a conference. We'll be gone for four days."

Luz: "Sounds like high class stuff. Perfect for a romantic getaway, like in the movies. Ok, I'm in!"

Amity: "You can't come."

Luz( pouting): "Huh, why not? I was technically at the top of this food chain. What could possibly stop this empress from returning to high class society?"

Amity: "Me. Remember, everyone was afraid of you. You're supposed to be a secret. Everyone at HQ has orders not to mention you being back."

Sticking her hands in her pockets, the sulking latina turned to leave.

Luz: "Fine! I'll just hang out with Willow and Gus."

Amity: "Those two are busy. Willow has official coven business. Augustus works with his father. They can't drop everything just because you're back."

Stopping mid step, she glanced back to hear about the others.

Luz: "Eda? King?"

Amity dodged her gaze.

Amity: "We haven't been able to reach them. They left Bonesborough to cure the curse... with Lilth."

For a brief moment, red flickered in Luz's eyes. Unfortunately, Amity caught glimpse of that. She made her way to the staircase.

Amity: "Enjoy the alone time."

Being left alone wasn't a fun thought.

Luz: "Hold on, you sure there's no way I could tag along?"

Amity: "Not without some assurances."

Luz: "Like a certain glowing circle floating in midair?"

Got her...

Amity: "The everlasting oath will only work if we're both on board with this. If you're willing to promise give up your magic, it could work. Just for four days, ok? I want to breathe easy. "

Luz: "Ok, but on one condition. We don't tell anyone else about this. There's probably a line of witches who want to take a shot at me."

A purple halo was spawned before them. Amity held her hand out, ready to begin. But just as Luz held out hers, it crackled. A burst of red in its hue, it zapped both their wrists before dissolving. The slight scorch marks seemed to send a clear message.

Amity( disappointed): "I knew this wouldn't work."

Luz: "Hang on, one more time. Close your eyes."

If you looked up "suspicious" in the dictionary, you'd see this moment.

Amity's narrowed eyes tried to read Luz's intentions. The suspect raised her right hand and put the other one on her chest.

Luz: "No tricks, I swear."

Complying with her request, Amity didn't peek.

Luz's eyes darted for the closest reflective object. Settling on a mirror, she knew who else was staring back.

Luz( mouthing the words): "Come on, help me out here."

Trying once more, two hands joined together without fail.

Luz: "See? No sweat. Now, when do we leave?"

Amity: "Tonight, I'm almost done packing. But there's something else I've got to say. My family's arranged for all of us to have our own rooms, for privacy. So..."

Amity brought a hand to Luz's face, smiling.

Amity( patting Luz's cheek): "Good luck finding a last minute vacancy."

And with that, a slack jawed girl was left to wait at the door.

Luz: "Fine, I don't need magic. I've got a dangerous rep!"

[The morning after Luz's return, at New Coven HQ]

Gus: "We've got to drop everything and deal with this!"

Amity: "No, we need to focus. How did she even get here?"

Willow(sarcastically): "Maybe you can find the answer at your next book club meeting? Spoiler alert! Luz's pages ahead of us."

Gus has been working with his father. Though, keeping his finger on the town's pulse was definitely a useful thing. From hearing rumors to reading reports, Gus was the group's ears.

He'd barged into Amity's briefing. Reports of crystal balls disappearing overnight. That definitely seemed like New Coven business.

Of course, it seemed like a good time to inform them of last night's visitor.

Gus: "This can't a coincidence. First, she shows up. Then, robberies happen all over town, overnight! What next? The town gets knee deep in a potion flood?"

Willow: "That doesn't sound that bad, all things considered."

Gus(hysterical): "Oh, sure! Why don't we just ask our former dictator? Hey, Luz, how bad are things going to get?"

They took the news about as well as could be expected.

Gus: "We can't just ask her. She'd probably get scary and wipe out the town."

Willow( putting a hand on Gus's shoulder): " Come on, Gus, this is Luz we're talking about. She's got a big imagination. She'd probably come up with something way worse."

Ok, that's enough panicking.

Amity: "She's not going to wipe out Bonesborough... today. Look, right now we've got questions that need answers. And each of us still have jobs to do. Augustus, I want you to keep up to date on the investigations. Willow, I need you to go to the tree. The portal's gone, but there might be something left behind. Anything that could give us a hint.

Get to it!"

This was normally the part where everyone's dismissed. But Willow waited to shut the door behind Gus.

Willow: "Now that he's gone, we need to clear the air."

Amity just sat down, resting her head on her arms.

Willow: "Do you know why I became your personal assistant?"

Amity(sheepish): "Because you're that nice of a witch and couldn't let me fall apart?"

Willow: "Luz meant alot to us. But she meant a whole lot to you. If anyone was going to get her back, it was you. You were the key to seeing her again. And I wanted to be there to see my friend again.

...

Guess I dropped the ball on that one, huh?"

These two might not be friends, but they had each other's backs.

Willow: "So, do you trust her?"

Amity: "I don't know."

Smirking, Willow wrapped one arm around Amity's shoulder.

Willow: "Well, maybe we can do something about that? See, while you were obviously crushing on her from afar..."

Amity(slightly blushing): " Obviously?!"

Willow(smug): " I was learning up close about schemes, plots, and ruses from a master of shenanigans."

Willow's confidence had improved.

Willow: "I've got a plan. If everything goes well, you might get everything you hoped for.

Twoo wuv's kiss saves Luz and both of you get a happy ending."

She took jabs at her new boss when she could. Payback for the years of bullying.

While Amity became beet red, Willow continued.

Willow(whispering): "Here's what you need to do..."

[Bonus]

The afternoon after the conference, at the Blight manor.

The "undercover" duo knocked at the Blight manor entrance.

The family should be back, by now.

They were met by the twins, Emira and Edric.

Willow: "We need to talk to Amity."

Emira: "She's sleeping."

Gus: "It's four in the afternoon."

Edric: "She didn't get a wink, last night."

A smiles appeared on Amity's siblings.

Edric: "Want to see why?"

Not even waiting for an answer, he brought up a scroll. The footage was ready to go.

Edric: "We had a ball to cap off the night."

Emira: "But Luz wanted to do something special."

There, on the screen, Luz stood in the spotlight. Holding the mic and a spanish guitar, she broadcasted for the dance hall.

Luz: "This one goes out to a special someone here tonight. It's called, 'You're in my heart'."

Amity could be seen hiding her face, as she tried to excuse herself.

Emira: "We told her, Amity left during her performance."

Edric: "So, she asked for our help in finding mitten's window."

Pulling up another recording, this one seemed to take place outside.

Luz: "I saw this in a movie, once."

As the shot panned out, the eyes of these two detectives nearly popped out at the screen. What they saw could only be described as an army of Luz clones. The one up front, holding the guitar, began to play. The rest of them sang behind her.

Luz army(echoing): "Love of my life, you've hurt me.

You've broken my heart, and now you leave me."

The Blight twins collapsed from laughter.

The two guests looked at each other.

Gus(confused): "Are we... sure that's not the real Luz?"

Willow: "I thought Luz wasn't supposed to do magic?"

Edric(astounded): "That's why she asked for our help!"

Emira: "I just thought she was trying to get in good with her future in laws. Those powers glyphs weren't a bad start."

Before Willow could ask about that, Gus had his own question.

Gus: "When did you even learn this song?"

Blight twins(in unison): "Last night."

Willow: "No one tried to stop her during any of this?"

Emira: "People were too sacred they'd set her off. I mean, even we had trouble believing she wasn't going to start... you know."

Edric: "That is, until she wanted to pull something over on Amity. And really, who are we to try and stop her from redeeming herself?"

Emira: "Yeah, shame she made Luz walk home."

Slowly, Willow pieced together a realization.

Willow: "Time's not up yet and she's walking back alone.

Wait, did you post this on Penstagram?!"

Author's note:

Admittedly, the bonus was inspired by this moment in the show

and a song on the radio.

#Broken! Luz AU #Story I pieced together #lumity #the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #toh #willow park #Gus Porter #Emira Blight #Edric Blight #luz x amity

[bitchfitch]

Copper artfight resource

big soft boy. if a cup of spicy hot chocolate was a massive apex predator/ obligate carnivore.

mikely stabbed him the first time they met and he fell in love Instantly.

an excerpt:

Death crept through the lavish halls of a rich man's home. Old cracked paint flaked beside sun faded tapestries and over well worn wood floors. The raged leather soles of of his boots softly thumping along with the creaking of old wood that accompanied his every step. He found the room easily, following the sound of a fading cough and short not quite gasping breaths that failed to draw enough air. 

He ducked through the door and the dying man greeted him with age hazed eyes and a broad grin.

"Copper!" his exclamation carried joy even if his lungs couldn't support more than a creaking whisper, "Bastard, it's so good to see you again," he stopped to catch his breath, his eyes closing as he did so,

"And you as well," Copper returned the smile as he sat in the chair beside the bed, "But to be honest I'm a touch surprised, both that you can see anything through those cataracts, and that you would… Appreciate my presence," 

The rich man chuckled, "Not many people have hair that color, even fewer are as tall as you. I may not be able to see much, but I can still see that,"

"I suppose you're right," Copper huffs with a hand going to his dark red mess of a mane "Still, you must remember the terms of our deal and what my presence means for you now?"

"I do," he nods, "I'm going to die tonight, going to see Min again," 

"Min?"

"My wife," he smiles as he speaks of her even as his words become more labored, "That quill you gave me, I wrote a letter to the girl I had fallen in love with when we were young. I didn't know she couldn't read, so she had to get someone else to read it to her, but when she'd heard what I wrote she came all the way into the valley to slap me and call me an idiot," he laughs, "Told me we should've eloped when we were both still fresh, before she'd found another man to call her own,

I'd not even thought that she'd have gone on like that. It made sense, she could have, and did, do so much better than me. But luck of lucks saw that husband of hers dead not long after. I felt bad for being so happy, but I couldn't stop smiling when she and I married,

That quill- You, gave me the happiest life I could have imagined. I'm glad to pay my end of the deal now, because it means I get to see her again,"

"It's a rare treat to find someone with no regrets, thank you for your story," Copper smiles softly, genuine and warm,

"Oh, I've got regrets," the rich man say "Many, but I don't care to dwell on them, not now… or… Well, one, there's one,"

"Hmm?"

"Min and I, we had a fight right before… She was so mad at me last time I saw her. Do you think she still is?"

"I don't know, but you will have plenty of time to make it up to her soon,"

"Yeah, yeah that's true… It's close now is it?"

"Moments if I had to guess," Copper shrugs, "The clot in your lung is migrating and will soon block off blood flow to the area completely. After that happens you won't be able to get enough air and will… fall asleep, then you will suffocate over a few minutes. It won't be the most pleasant of deaths, but it won't hurt badly," he simplified things greatly, not caring for the slight inaccuracies so long as they helped keep the rich man calm and peaceful in these final moments.

"Any final requests?" Copper cocks his head,

"I think… yeah, I think I want to be alone for this. Thank you," 

"Of course. Rest well then, and may your sleep bring great growth" Copper stood from his seat, the blessing leaving him without thought as the rich man closed his eyes a smile still tugging on his old, withered face.

The door to the rich man's room shut with a light thud as Copper drifted down the halls, a heavy sigh falling from his lips. He rarely visited the dying, usually he only came to the deceased caught between their death's and their afterlives to guide them across, and this was why. He knew where the clot was, it would only take a moment and a little bit of concentration to break it up enough that the rich man's body would be able to handle it on it's own. Sure, doing so would probably only buy him a few more bed bound days, a week maybe, but healers can rarely be trusted to leave the sick and dying to the whims of nature and he was no different. 

He wandered through the empty halls decorated with treasures that, do to a single deal made half a century ago, would soon be his, and found his way into a shrine room. Shelves upon shelves of precious jewls and metals, fine fabrics and sculptures filled the room. Though the alter beneath the stained glass window held only sea glass and shells that glittered from around a poorly made tapestry that depicted a stormy ocean.

The threads were too loose in some places too tight in others and there were places where it was clear the weaver ran out of one color and had attempted to dye more only for it to come out just wrong enough to be noticed. It was clearly made by inexperienced hands and now stood displayed still in it's loom in the place of honor on this shrine. Pride in its existence radiated from it and that made it stunning despite it's flaws. 

Distantly, he felt the rich man die, quietly and peacefully.

One of Copper's aspects would guide him across and later while Copper slept he'd dream of the conversation that aspect and the rich man would have, and he would dream of the conversations his other, near innumerable, aspects would have, and have had, and have been having with every other human who has crossed into his domain since he last slept. Then he would wake, and forget almost everything said during those conversations as they meld together into a messy but beautiful tapestry. All the threads visible and traceable in their places but ultimately he saw it not for the individuals, but the grander thing they made together.

He picked at the stones and shells scattered on one of the shelves, his dulled claws scraping against the rough surface. He should probably go find someone to deal with the body…

The soft creaking protest of a floor board that no longer fit in it's place being tread on called from behind him. Copper turned, curious to who or what would be intruding on this moment, but he was left slack jawed with a greeting trapped behind his lips as he saw the man.

Surrounded by gold and silver and precious gems that glittered in the low moonlight that flowed through the windows, this man outshone them all. He was tall for a human, coming up to just below Copper's collar bones, with broad, strong looking shoulders. His sharp features highlighted by the silver light caressing his warm tan skin and haloed by that same light echoing through the broken strands of bleach blonde hair that fell from his neat bun to frame his narrow face.

Light agitation turned to wonder and awesrrucked silence as Copper struggled for a second to find words, but once again those words died when he met the man's eyes, they were probably a deep brown but the low light turned them onyx. His gaze was sturdy, not cold or calculating, not bored. Determined but practiced.

The strange, beutiful, human man wore the expression of a butcher or a slaughterer, he did not draw perverse pleasure or joy from what came next. He was so obviously merely doing a job as he moved faster than Copper's confusion addled mind could react to that that alone struck more fear into Copper's core than if the man were hissing and snapping with rage.

The ice hot cut of an iron blade dug past the flesh between his ribs and into his chest even as he recoiled. On pure instinct he growled an awful rumbling sound that made the butcher- the hunter, flinch as Copper managed to stumble away, nearly falling to one knee as his own lung struggled to inflate. He could feel his magic burning along the wound as it tried, and failed to pull it closed. His hand going to his bloodied side in a vain attempt of staunching the flow. 

The hunter advanced, cautious and silent, his blade, slicked with Copper's own viscous black blood, raised as he followed the retreating god.

Copper hissed as his back collided with a shelf, cornered he pulled his attentions together just enough to attempt to teleport away, only to feel his magic jolt painfully within him as it failed completely.

The hunter advanced, already readying another swing.

In that moment Copper forced himself to focus on the warm summer night air, on the flickering candles and the heat of the hunter's body, most seals could be overpowered, he just needs to rush it hard enough. 

Heat leaves the room, the hunter stumbles with a pained gasp as the heat leaves him too. Copper doesn't see if the hunter falls because the seal gives as he uses all of that stolen energy to burst against it.

He drops to his knees on the cold stone floor of the cave he calls home. His blood singing through magic seared veins, his hands shaking as he braces one against the floor below him as his world swims, both from blood loss and the disorientation that always came with pushing his power that hard,

He struggles with his wound, gasping with effort as his magic finally starts working again. The wound tieing itself closed beneath his palm, a thick black scar forming as he comes down from the mountain top high of fearing for his life for the very first time since before the advent of this universe.

Copper slumps against the water-carved wall of his home, his head falling back against it with a deep buzz running beneath his skin, and he Laughs, deep and hearty and Alive in a way he has not felt in centuries.

---

A day passed, and Copper's wound still ached every time he bent wrong, sending a pang through his chest as his heart picked up at the memory that accompanied it. Truly, he could only go a few moments without thinking of the death dealing adonis that had, very litteraly, struck him to his very heart. He needed to find the man again, to see if a second meeting would make his blood race the way the first had.

Perhaps he would even find out why he'd been attacked, but if Copper was being honest with himself, he didn't care to know. The Hunter was a mystery, and like many mysteries, he was one that could be enjoyed as is, and did not need unraveling quite yet. Still, Copper couldn't wait around for fate to bless him with a second chance meeting. He needed to find The Hunter on his own, and that meant doing a little investigating.

The moment Copper had had time to rest he laid in his bed and let his consciousness drift to the aspect that could interact with the grand tapestry. The Hunter had not hesitated for even a moment, had not flinched at spilling blood, and so there was no denying that he was experienced. That, perhaps, killing was something that either came easy to him or that he was very well practiced in the art of it.

The hunter was young, maybe mid twenties to early thirties, which narrowed his search, and the location narrowed it further. That valley was a hard month long trek through ice capped mountains from the next nearest settlement. The Hunter probably lived and prowled within its confines.

Copper focused on the last ten years worth of threads from that area that ended in white knots, the tragic, violent deaths. This would be where he found what he would need.

Going by date he gently tugged the ends through the weave so that he could examine them closer. He was careful to not pull anything more than an hours worth at a time, dreading upsetting the careful balance of the fabric and the places of the souls that he examined within it. It took a few tries, a few years worth of deaths until he found the first one that he could catch a glimpse of The Hunter from. 

And oh how Copper dreaded what he saw. Five years before he'd met the man, an older boy, maybe sixteen with sharp, fearful and wild, onyx eyes and short, jagged ink black hair cried with blood stained hands, one still holding a blade, the same one Copper would become familiar with, it was still slick with the red of human blood as the boy stumbled back against the wall as the man he'd just killed gasped his last breath.

Copper found the conversation he'd had with that spirit, a man who'd heard screaming from within a home. He'd gone to help only to be found by the Chief's boy before he could find the source of the screams. Copper had reassured him, had praised him for his bravery, had not paid enough attention. He'd guided the kind man to his afterlife while the chief's boy who would become The Hunter silently wept beside the man's body, struggling against the tears as someone called out for him. 

Tucking the tread back into place with one hand and pulling another free with the other. He grimaced when he realized it was merely a visitor's thread. Someone from Copper's own home universe who'd come into this one for one reason or another only to find their end here.

The visitor's soul had not been theirs to keep stored away amongst those of their creations and so had already been returned home. Where it would have dissipated into the background energy to eventually become the fuel for something new. No life was stored in this thread, it was merely a place holder.

Copper found more threads like that in his search, nearly twenty pale threads all from the last few years lined side by side. Tragic human deaths surrounding them but none of those human deaths involved The Hunter. That was odd, very few places in his tapestry looked so strange and knotted, and most patches that did were of wars and disasters not… whatever this was.

If he had been tangible in that moment he would've been nipping at his claws as he tried to piece together what something so strange could mean. But no answers came to him.

He found the next, and most recent, human victim of The Hunter, a man now, still too young, but undeniably a man by Copper's math, cold and stoney eyed, tangled bleached hair and a badly bruised and swelling jaw. Copper would have been surprised if The Hunter didn't have a few cracked or missing teeth from the injury, the mandible itself might be broken, a serious wound that needs setting and cleaning imeaditly. Copper's mind supplied him with the diagnosis without him meaning to think of it, so focused was he on that wrecked face and the lack of answers it presented that his mind tried to give him what few answers it could, even if those answers were worthless.

The woman The Hunter had killed had sat silent and glaring at The Hunter who silently watched her die,  his blade dripping with her blood. She'd not spoken a word to Copper. Fuming as she stormed through the gate without any guidance from him.

He wished he had insisted on actually speaking to her, on finding the answers. The iron eyed Hunter was a far cry from that sobbing boy, and yet they shared a thread.

More visitors, more tragedy, and no more answers came from the grand tapestry. 

He needed to return to that valley, surely if tragedy struck this often they'd welcome a healer? Even if they didn't, the Oracle made her home at the very center, and while Copper tried to avoid his sister's emissaries, The Oracle would be able to tell him what he needed if all else failed. Besides, her daughter was such a cute little thing, it would be a joy to hold a chubby baby again. Would the daughter still be a baby? maybe she was toddling about already, having her first little prophecies as she explored the world she would be entrusted to protect.

Oh Copper couldn't wait to visit.

[girlindelusionn]

sooo, i've wrote this little concept/short story after this video right here and since i havent been active i thought i should post it

btw that youtube channel is amazing and you should totally check out their playlist, this one is called "running away with your lover that you were told to stay away from while it's raining"

and here's what i've wrote:

Today was the day.

Flowers, pretty lights, important people and a big cake. We had it all. All the ingredients for what should be one of the best days in our life. Soft music, my parents, king and queen, full of joy to be finally witnessing the wedding of their only son. Prideful smiles, jokes and glasses of wine danced through the big garden where everything was going to happen.

I was alone, in a corner, feeling just like the clouds above us. Grey. Enjoying the invisibility that the simple dark dress that I had chosen, gave me. Did I choose it to keep a low profile? Avoid the chats with people I didn't know nor care about? Or was I mourning the love that never happened like it should? The same one that in a couple hours for now would be over for ever? I knew we didn't stand a chance. I knew we were just young and in love.

Absurdly in love. The kinda love that destroys you when it's gone. The kinda love that feels like the only emotion that rules through your veins when your person, your savior, your most precious treasure is around. But what was it all for? Us to end up this way? They all say that you should just trust the universe. 'Things will work out eventually' they assure you. But they're not sure, they can't be.

And I could go on and on. Ranting, screaming, crying. About all the things that aren't right, about how you and I belong together. How we are meant to be. But you know that, you're the only one that does.

And when they ask us to go sit in our places, telling us that the ceremony was about to begin the only thing I could think about was tonight.

"I don't want this to feel like a goodbye, love" you say, holding me a little tighter to the point I could not longer tear our heartbeats apart. Both fast, feeling almost like the ticking of a clock. "It's not a goodbye..." you whisper, pain in your voice.

"I'm afraid it is"

"It doesn't have to be" you argue.

"I want more than kitchens at midnight, secret gardens and stolen stares, darling." I say, not sure if I should have. Round my fingers trough your arms and your skin feels soft after my touch, familiar. And, even though I did not tell you, I was trying to memorize you.

Silence fills the floor of the kitchen where we lay. But I know you felt the same way.

"Do you really want to lead?" I finally ask. That makes you slip out of my arms, a little because the candle we were using was almost ending and we needed a new one, but mostly because that was a conversation to have face to face. I watch you get up and light the new candle, your movements were graceful, delicate, only illuminated by moonlight and wishes. You sat in front of me, in your eyes only fear and love. And the illicit question:

In the end, which one would be stronger?

"I don't know what I want anymore."

"We can be free, darling" I gave you what I hope wasn't our last kiss and wiped the tear that fall out of your face afterwards "you just have to say the word and we're out of here"

But that was just lovers' promises.

Enchanted by the moment, by your eyes, your touch, and the impossible possibility of a life with you. A real one. But today was the day. Everyone was here, and the flowers and lights kept laughing at me. Calling me naive. And the worst part? They were probably right.

The music started and I knew that was a bad sign. Watched my brother, soon to be king, walked the aisle with mockery and highness. I know that power and royalty were the only things in his mind at the moment. He never loved you. At least not like I do. You could see it in his bored eyes, in how his heart stayed in his chest when you came out wearing that white dress.

And you? You were beautiful. Looked just like an angel. You glowed, filled the room with magic even with that fake smile in your face. We crossed eyes and for a second I thought that that was the end of me. My heart skipped a beat, or a couple, and even if your smile wasn't, mine was genuine. You looking at me was a reason enough to smile. Even if that was the last time you did.

But then your eyes left me and went to him. Your future husband. The future king. And I felt so empty that I had to close my eyes and recompose myself before I break. I didn't hear the rest of the ceremony, I couldn't stand to look at you trying to look at him the same way you look at me.

Fear had finally won. Ironic, isn't it? Wedding days are supposed to be about love.

But then... everyone gasped and I had to start listening again.

"I can't..." it was the only thing that left your mouth. Two words and I felt alive again. "I'm sorry, I can't." you repeated yourself several times in the eyes of what could've been your kingdom. And before anyone could really understand what was happening you took my hand and dragged me out of that place.

We ran under the rain to the back of the castle, the place when the forest starts. And there was a horse prepared. You planned this, there was a bag with clothes and things we might need. You wanted to run away with me. And even though that was all I needed to prove that you loved me just as much as I did I had to ask one more time.

"Are you sure about this?"

"You..." for a moment you stopped trying to tie the bag to the horses saddle and look right into my eyes "... are the only thing I'm sure about." and then you smiled at me. For real this time. And that was enough.

More than enough.

So as my arms tight around your waist while we ride through the forest we can only burst into laughter. Tears of joy mixing with the pouring rain. And the sudden realization that we were finally home.

And when they'll tell our story, cause it's too good not to. We'll be the ones with a happy ending. We will be the two crazy princesses who fell in love. The two crazy princesses who run away. The two crazy princesses who are finally free.

#cottagore #wlw #lgbt

[luna-almighty-god]

Comfort a Little Dream N°8 [I don't know what I like better between suffering and dying.]

This story is obviously not canonical, please do not refer to it if you are looking for canonical information.

Careful, there are explicit scenes in this story (violence) !Have a good read!

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First Chapter

Previous Chapter

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    Underlust was not the most pleasant place to live, Dream had always known that. The signs were multiple: a lot of negativity came from this world, and the dreams of the inhabitants were ... hard to watch. Very hard to look at. The young caretaker had already found himself giving dreams that he himself didn't want to describe, so ashamed of what he had created. But he had continued to give birth to dreams that he hated, simply because it made other people happy. People who perhaps didn't deserve to be happy after all...

    He shook his head. No, he couldn't think like that. Everyone deserved to be happy. Didn't they? What was he supposed to think now... ? Now that he'd faced the harsh reality? He didn't know. He didn't want to know anymore. He didn't want to go back into anyone's dreams for a while, let alone the dreams of the Undertlust.

    And Underlust was worse than he imagined. Ink had warned him several times, telling him not to go there physically because it could go wrong, and Dream had obeyed him without hesitation, believing that he didn't need to set foot there anyway, that going into dreams was more than enough.

    Yeah, he should have settled for dreams... 

    The streets were crowded, full of monsters laughing loudly, jostling without deigning to apologize, reeking of alcohol, cigarettes and drugs. All this mixed together gave a certain headache to the poor Dream who could barely keep up with the march, looking for Dust, Horror or Nightmare eyes, for fear of getting lost in this oppressive crowd.

    But he couldn't see them anymore. Panic gripped him as he turned his head in all directions, not understanding how he had lost them so quickly. He tried to concentrate on their magic, but was lost when he was hit again. He grimaced as the pain in his arm woke up, only intensifying his anguish a little more, and he thought he was cracking when a wandering hand slipped across his buttocks.

    But this hand did not remain for long: its owner screamed in terror, collapsing to the ground groaning in pain, holding his arm, which had just been broken at a perfectly abnormal angle. Dream held his breath, frightened ... before feeling a familiar hand grasping his arm. He turned to his brother who had joined him and shot the wounded monster with his eyes:

"Don't walk away from me. »

    He pulled him into the crowd, managing to pull them out of there and into a quieter alley where Dust and Horror were waiting for them. Nightmare stopped, turned to Dream and examined it carefully, afraid that something worse than the wandering hand might have happened to him.

“Are you gonna be okay, Dream?” Horror asked softly. 

    The man nodded feverishly, but he was clearly not well in this world of debauchery. Nightmare gave Dust a look, a hesitant look that was understood as 'I don't know what to do, help me'. Dust in turn approached Dream and gently put a hand on his head, gently caressing him with a comforting smile:

“Don't worry, the rest of the night's gonna be a lot different.”

    He took him by the hand and led him to a rather remote house, far from the bustle of the city. Nightmare held back a grunt: he wanted Dust to help him, but he wasn't sure he appreciated the strange closeness between him and his brother.

    Horror was the first to knock at the house, a huge smile appearing on his face as hurried footsteps were heard inside the house. Dream was surprised, looking with curiosity at the cannibal's attitude, feeling the joy and excitement that was climbing inside him at a crazy speed...

    Until the door opens, making it reach the climax.

    Lust threw him out of the house, right into the arms of Horror, knocking him over and collapsing in the snow, before the astonished eyes of Dream.

    A great burst of laughter resounded, a soft, crystalline laugh. Lust stood up, radiant with joy, on all fours over Horror that he was devouring with his eyes:

“Hello, darling, you're late!”

    Horror's smile grew much bigger and he rose abruptly, taking the purple skeleton in his arms and spinning it while holding it close to him:

"Plum! I missed you! »

    The concerned one laughed again and came to kiss him passionately. 

    Dream widened his eyes. He looked at Dust yawning, obviously used to such a spectacle, before turning to Nightmare who looked away with some uneasiness, then he returned to Horror and Lust who were finishing kissing.

“Y ... You're... ?” he stammered shyly, not knowing what to say.

    Plum turned to him and opened his eyes wide:

“Dream?! Wow, I didn't recognize you!”

    But his face suddenly became much more worried. Confusedly, he looked at the bad guys:

“Um... Wait, I didn't know anything... You took it off again? I told you I wasn't part of your plan anymore! 

- We didn't kidnap him, Horror replied. There was... some trouble. 

- Worries that don't concern you.” cut Nightmare cold before going into the house.

    Lust raised an eyebrow, looked again at Dream who had come to cower behind Dust, trembling. The fragility of the guardian of dreams struck him immediately, gripping his soul more than usual. He approached him gently and approached with a tender smile:

“I hope these fools don't treat you too badly... Anyway you're welcome in my house!”

    Dream hesitated for a little while before finally moving away from Dust, to give a feverish smile back to Plum who was even nicer than he remembered. Eventually they all entered the house and the caretaker felt much more at ease. 

    This house had nothing to do with the outside, not even with his brother's castle. It was a place with a pleasant smell of flowers and warm colours. The floor was heated, an aperitif was placed on the coffee table in front of the TV and the same TV was broadcasting the music videos of the multiverse in the background.

    Dream let out a sigh of comfort, relaxing completely in this quiet atmosphere. He shivered, however, when Dust put a hand on his shoulder:

“Will you come and sit down?”

    He gently nodded his head and let the taller one lead him to the couch where they both settled down, while Nightmare settled into a recessed chair and Horror and Lust went into the kitchen. 

    Dream immediately riveted his eyes on the television screen, afraid to meet his brother's gaze. But his brother was getting heavy on the feverish shoulders of the little dream. An intense look, too intense, which did not leave him, which analysed him, which gave him an unpleasant burning sensation.

    No, Dream didn't understand this sudden interest in his person, this special attention his brother had been paying to him since his death.... crisis. No, he didn't understand how the prince of nightmares could suddenly change his attitude, trying to protect him from other dangers. In the end, however, it was not so surprising: Nightmare was possessive. Perhaps he wanted to protect Dream only because he aspired to kill it with his own hands?

    But in this case, why didn't he do it before? Out of pity, guilt? What a vulgar joke, the prince of nightmares helping the keeper of good feelings...

    But what good feelings, when he himself could no longer feel them?

    Dust's hand made him jump again. He turned away from his thoughts and turned to his neighbour, who covered him with a serious look. Much too serious. As if he could guess his deepest thoughts. 

    Dream shivered, wanted to get away from him but held back. He restrained himself when his comrade offered him a drink, gave him a very slight smile. He swallowed his saliva, not understanding why this smile had such an effect on him, such a warm feeling in his stomach.

    He accepted the glass feverishly, didn't ask himself the slightest question as he slowly took a sip.

    The taste of alcohol made him tense. He didn't like it. He hated it. The bitter taste, too bitter, too strong, that made his head spin in a very unpleasant way. He usually avoided it as much as possible, but tonight ... tonight he allowed himself another sip, then a third.

    He let the liquid drain down his throat, gently burning it from the inside.

    But the suffering was so minimal compared to what was being inflicted on him up to that point... So minimal that it almost became a pleasure. As if the spirit of the little dream was mocking, taking down this suffering that wasn't really a suffering, as if it sneered, "Ahah, I've been through worse, you can't have me!"

    Taken by a desire to defy this pain, to take his limits from above, he finished his glass in one last sip, to return the container to Dust with a look that meant "I want some more".

    Dust gauged him for a moment with his eyes before his smile grew larger. He served his young comrade again with great pleasure, ignoring the threatening look that Nightmare had on his face.

    Dream's mind quickly fogged up. He was no longer really aware of what was going on around him, only vaguely understood that Horror and Lust had come back into the living room and were chatting with Dust, exchanging words that the caretaker didn't understand, laughing at times without when Dream was fully certain.

    The guardian of good emotions simply let himself go in the couch, savouring his third glass of this alcohol which he didn't have the name of, but which seemed to do him good with each sip. 

    When he had finished that third glass, he felt as if he was floating, as if he had become lighter. He held his glass out in front of him, towards the silhouette he recognized as Dust. He liked Dust. Dust was nice, very nice... The proof was that Dust poured him a fourth time, and it was with an uncontrolled laugh that Dream drank his new drink.

    Nightmare frowned:

“Dust, don't tighten it any more.”

    But his subordinate ignored him to serve a fifth glass. The negative prince's tentacles became nervously agitated as their owner tensed up a little more, not appreciating the glow he perceived in Dust's eyes. A gleam of anger and defiance, as if the other was trying to push him over the edge.

“Dream has the right to have as much fun as we do.” Dust simply replied.

    But that wasn't what Nightmare was thinking, Nightmare knew that. He knew his subordinate: even he wasn't vicious enough to dare to get someone drunk against his will.

“Do you think he's having fun? replied the master. He's on the brink, and you're pushing him further into it by serving him like this! 

- So what does it matter to you? Yet it was you who sought to destroy it.”

    Nightmare froze, as did Horror and Lust. The latter two hadn't said a word when they noticed the tension between their two comrades, and Dust's last line had ended the atmosphere.

    Nightmare's appendages got a little more agitated. 

“Yes, I was trying to destroy it. 

- You're the one who pushed him over the edge.”

    Another slap in the face for the prince of nightmares who was becoming increasingly confused and annoyed by his henchman's attitude. What exactly was Dust looking for? He wanted to make him regret it, to make him face his mistakes when he KNEW that Nightmare was already prey to deep guilt, hatred and anger towards himself? And what was the point of making Dream drink? Was it to preserve the young guardian, that he didn't become aware of their brutal exchange? 

    Even if they did, Nightmare couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let Dram drink knowing that his brother hated it. Knowing that his brother would probably feel much worse the next day, when he would wake up with an unbearable hangover and a deep regret for having let himself go.

    Because Dream didn't like to let go. He had never been taught to relax, to let go, to think about himself and not about his responsibilities.

“I'm taking him back.” Nightmare coldly let go of Nightmare as he stood up, retrieving his twin who could barely keep his eyes open, completely exhausted from the alcohol that had drained what little energy he had.

    Dust remained silent, reluctant to start a fight which he was sure to lose in a home that was not his own, at the risk of further hurting the little dream that was drowsing.

*** ***

    Nightmare appeared in his room in a snap. If the return trip had been without the slightest problem, the arrival in his home changed his brother's behaviour: Dream began to gesticulate vehemently, trying to escape the tentacles that held him firmly while moaning plainly.

“Stop it.” Weighed the master of the house, who certainly wasn't in the mood to deal with a whim, as he tried to undress his brother to put him to bed.

    Dream wiggled more beautifully, emitting nothing but squeaks and semblance of incomprehensible sentences. His eyes veiled by alcohol didn't even seem to distinguish where he was or with whom, but it was clear that he didn't appreciate being deprived of his movements.

    Nightmare sighed again, realizing that he would achieve nothing with this method. He decided to drop his twin - more or less gently - on the bed, before the twin whimpered and rolled into a ball in the blanket. The prince of nightmares raised a perplexed eyebrow, tidying his tentacles to approach the bed:

“Dream?”

    Another squeak. This time, the master of the house had a twinge in his heart, especially when he saw his brother trembling under the duvet. He was terrified. Terrified of Nightmare's presence, even if he didn't do anything to him. 

    The prince of negativity came and sat down gently on the bed, put a hand on his brother's back and guessed his brother through the duvet:

“Dream, you need to get into your pajamas. You can't sleep like that.”

    A short silence during which Nightmare slowly rubbed the back of his cadet, in a timid attempt to calm him down. Finally, Dream took out his face, casting a misty look at his brother, before simply pulling himself out of the blanket to find himself sitting on the mattress as well. Seeing that he wasn't making any more gestures, the owner went back to his original goal, which was to undress his brother.

    He removed the purple jacket gently but did not hesitate to throw it to the ground without the slightest respect. The sight of these clothes disgusted him, even more so when they were worn by his brother. These clothes... These clothes reminded him of too many memories, too many things that were long gone, too bitter things that he preferred to forget. To tell the truth, he didn't even know why he had kept them, let alone why he had left them to Dream. 

    He held back a growl, not wishing to frighten his younger brother again, who had closed his eyes, just about to fall asleep. He let his phalanges run over the blue shirt, removing one by one each button before removing it fully, to send him to join the jacket.

    And Nightmare froze. 

    Oh, he'd already had a chance to see his brother's body. Many, many times. He had seen him a few days before, when he was treating him and changing his bandages. Yet tonight, in the faint moonlight, the body seemed even more fragile than before, as if his brother's bones had become porcelain, glass that could be broken by a touch. The wounds were not healing well, the bruises did not go away, and Nightmare cursed herself. Oh, yes, he cursed himself for being the cause of most of his wounds.

    It was an automatism, a reflex, to slide his fingers over an old, very old scar on one of his ribs. A gesture that sent a shiver down the spine of the guardian of dreams, making him open his eyes in surprise. 

“N-Night...?”

    First understandable word from Dream. First word that froze Nightmare, the petrifying stupor. 'Night'...., the nickname given to him by his childhood brother. The nickname was full of love, which showed their complicity. That nickname...

“...how can you still call me that...?” the corrupt being whispered, his voice trembling without him noticing.

    His gaze still wandered through the wounded body, as he felt a horrifying desire to cry taking hold of his soul. His phalanges rested on his brother's hips, with a delicacy that he did not know himself.

“... Dream.... I'm sorry…”

    A sob escaped him in spite of himself:

“I'm so sorry…”

    He clenched his teeth, closing his eye to keep his tears from coming out. His forehead came to rest against his brother's bare shoulder. He tightened his grip on his little body, slipped his hands behind his back to hold him tight, to feel the little golden soul beat weakly.

“...you should never have had to go through all this, ....you didn't deserve this....!”

    What a prick he'd been, what a fucking prick he'd been! A jerk, the worst brother, the worst monster of the multiverse!     Nightmare would've probably continued to insult each other for a long time, would've probably hurt his physical integrity... if Dream hadn't stopped him, hadn't hugged him.

    The master of the house opened his eyes. His twin responded to his embrace as forcefully as he could, but not without violent tremors:

“... N-Night.... Don’t cry Night.....”

    This wave of kindness, this attention that Dream paid to him, had the gift of striking a fatal blow to the master of nightmares who melted into tears, burying his face in his neck.     In this strange clear darkness, Dream and Nightmare mingled with cruel sadness.

*** ***

    Nightmare hadn't noticed he'd fallen asleep. Perhaps his anguish towards his brother had exhausted him far more than he had let on, pushing him to fall asleep with his twin, keeping him close to him while he plunged into a sleep devoid of dreams and nightmares, not even allowing him to do his job as a guardian.

    No, he had not noticed how tired he was, how his mind had finally lost itself in the meanders of unconsciousness. He had not noticed anything ... until a scream woke him up, roughly dragged him out of his sleep and brought him back to reality.

    He opened his eyes, his senses on the lookout, without making the slightest movement, while he felt his appendages vibrating in his back, ready to attack the slightest enemy. But they calmed in the moment when, from the corner of his eye, Nightmare saw his brother. 

    Dream had once again sat down, went through intense spasms as he grabbed his skull, unconsciously scratching himself, his eyes wide open in terror, and the ghastly breath. This vision petrified the nightmare master, who only had the presence of mind to act when his brother let go of his skull to make his soul appear.

    Nightmare knew immediately that he had to intervene.

    His tentacles spun towards his brother, grabbed his wrists suddenly, forcing him to release the little golden soul.

“LET GO OF ME!”

    Dream's scream made him shudder, but he didn't let go. He didn't understand what he was taking from his brother: had he had a nightmare?

“GET OFF ME NOW! DON'T! FUCKING NIGHTMARE !”

    The master of the place hiccupped, destabilized by the sudden wave of negativity he perceived, which almost made him bend.

“Dream, calm down, it was only a...! - I HAVE TO DESTROY IT! NOW!”

    Dream violently bit a tentacle, surprising his twin who slightly loosened his grip under the pain. The guardian of dreams used this opening to struggle, reaching out his hand towards his soul, which he grasped without the slightest delicacy, pushing his phalanges into it, ignoring the wave of suffering that turned his stomach. His desperate voice rose again: 

“I MUST DESTROY IT! OR ELSE... BREAK....! EVERYBODY GO....!”

    He squeezed harder, breathing faster and faster, much too fast, caught in a painful coughing fit when a cracking sounded, a slight crack formed on the golden surface.

    Nightmare slammed him violently against the bed, making him yelp with surprise, before his tentacle almost broke his wrist, forcing him to let go of the little battered soul.     The Prince of Darkness threw himself upon the poor inverted heart, brought it back against him in panic, looking with horror at his brother screaming for death and continuing to struggle : 

“DESTROY IT! DESTROY IT! - - Dr.... - LET ME DIE!”

    Nightmare was seized with a cold sweat as he became livid.     His own soul seemed to crack at the vision. There was nothing he could say, nothing he could do. Just stand there, helpless, watching his twin struggling like a demented being, a being who had lost all consciousness. And in his trembling palm he felt the little golden soul palpitating, struggling against negativity. The negativity that he thought he was dealing with but which was coming back even stronger to devour his brother.

    The black apples were trying to corrupt the guardian of good emotions. 

    Nightmare hardly swallowed his saliva. Never before had he felt so feverish, so helpless in the face of a situation. 

    Tenderly he began to pamper the little soul, to make little circles with his thumb to caress it, to calm it, to limit and suck up some of this parasitic darkness. His own magic began to work, trying to attract negativity towards him. But ....it was far too strong, even for him.

    Nightmare felt faint. He felt himself faltering as the hours rolled by with a slowness he could not have described. He felt himself faltering as, little by little, the cries subsided, the blows too.     He did not allow himself a break until he was sure that Dream would no longer touch his life. That the moment he saw his sweet twin fall once again into the arms of Morpheus.

    And Nightmare fell apart.

    His body shattered against the icy ground.

    The irregular breathing, much too fast for a living being, seemed to crush him from the inside. His magic crackled, crackled in an unpleasant way, as if to lecture him, to tell him that he was going too far, that he could not afford to do more.

    He grunted, got up painfully, keeping the little golden soul in his hand.

    He dragged himself to the door, went out into the corridor, slid against the wall and watched the darkness in silence. Then he looked at his brother's frail soul. He shuddered: the soul trembled, as if frightened. Scared ... ...of him. By his aura. By his presence. By his whole being.

    The little golden soul needed him to counter the negativity, but was paradoxically terrified of him.

    How ironic. But he couldn't afford to give it to Dream. After the way he had tried to take his own life... 

    He closed his eyes, glued his skull against the cool wall, sighed. 

    He had to trust that soul to someone who could protect it. Someone who would take care of it and be available to Nightmare at any time.

    Oh... he already had the perfect candidate in mind. A candidate he trusted completely, even though Dream might not like it.

    Yes ... 

[ He was going to entrust the soul to Cross ]

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 88) "Bad Kids"

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"FUCK!! What day is it?" Luna asks as she lifts her face after railing another line of 30's.

"Thursday..?" Colson answers her, confused.

"Time?" She asks to his 542P. "Motherfucker..." Luna mutters.

Colson asks What's Up as she lights a joint. Luna missed her therapy session scheduled at 5P, she explains with a sigh.

Taking a moment to call Kylie. Luna assures her, she simply forgot and isn't MIA. She watches Colson snort a long line of Adderall while she's on the phone, puffing on the joint.

Once she's ended the call, she passes it to him as they get dressed. Both in all black. Colson in a black T, black jeans and his Vans. Luna in an oversized, long sleeve black T. Large enough to wear as a dress. Under, she has on sheer black stockings and tight, black spandex shorts. Her Docs, jewelry and a purple lip finishing off her look.

"You're gonna skate in that?" Colson questions her attire.

"Watch me." She replies with a smirk.

"Oh, I fucking will." He grins.

Throwing her school bag of goodies on his back. Colson grabs Luna's ass and their jackets as they head out of their suite.

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The bar at The Ambassador is empty.

Until The Ten of Them pile inside. Loud and rowdy as usual. Taking up the entire wooden row of the bar.

They order drinks as they wait for their table at the Reserve Lounge inside the hotel. An Old Fashioned for Luna and a Heineken for Colson.

Grinning, he whispers into her ear. "You still taste better."

Luna shakes her head with a light laugh. Cheeks turning pink.

"I WANT a ribeye with fried onions and mushrooms. And a fucking baked potato. I don't give a FUCK about anything else." Sam states.

She's sitting to Luna's left, while Colson's on her right. Baze, who's next to Sam, leans up on the bar to look down at Luna.

"Bro. I think your girl's my twin." He laughs. Looking at Sam, then at Luna, finally back at Sam. "We gonna fuck up some beef TONIGHT!! He laughs again as he lifts his drink to Sam's agreement.

"Who we fucking up?" Slim hollers from the other end of the bar.

"BEEF!!!" Sam and Baze shout in unison.

Erupting them both into laughter along with Colson and Luna.

Luna gives her friend a Lil Look. Sam can get along with everyone. Same as she can hold her own against anyone. Being taken advantage by no one. Sam's never been about that Relationship Life. Knowing her friend too well, Luna can read her better then her favorite book. There's a LoveBuzz happening at the bar. Luna reading the signs before Sam can even write them herself.

Luna glances over at Colson. He catches the glimmer in her eye. They both cheese at the idea of their friends together. With no words said. Just One Look.

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Once sat, they continue to converse loudly. The Ten of Them having no volume control. With more drinks and appetizers ordered, they're even louder. And so out of place.

Their server asking his Front of the House manager to watch them. Unaware of who they are and sure of the likelihood that they're gonna Dine N Dash. Feeling dumb upon his boss's explanation. 

"I don't know how to skate..." Ashleigh complains after they order.

She's one of three. Benny, nor Bullet grind either. AJ being an undercover SkaterBoy to Luna's unknown intrigue.

"There's one of those Rent-A-Bike stations in front." Rook chimes in.

"You want MY ass on a BIKE!??" Benny asks in disbelief.

"Weeble Wobbles Weeble but they don't fall down!" Luna grins at her friend from across their dinner table.

Benny laughs. He adores Luna, he has since that night at the strip club. He fears her too. Being from NYC also, he knows what she's connected to.... And fully aware of what she's capable of on her own.

"Ya gonna catch me Brooklyn, if I weeble too far?" Benny teases.

"Fucken' right, Benz." Luna grins at him, arms open wide.

Somehow, he knows that although he's the bodyguard and Luna's tiny as fuck. THAT Brooklyn Bitch would have him should ANYTHING erupt. It's who she is.

"We riden!!!" Benny shouts to Bullet's complete bemusement.

Bullet doesn't know Luna. He thinks he likes her but he's not sure, not having any experience to trust her. Irritated with Benny, he eats his steak and sips his wine.

The Other Nine of Them are as happy as fat clams. Engaged, boisterous and fully enjoying each other. Filling their bellies with food before The Magic.

Bullet doesn't know yet.... But he will.

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After a paid for dinner and proper tip, they head to The Bus.

Climbing on, all of them bursting with delicious goodness. Passing eight joints between The Ten of Them, they settle their bellies easily. All full. All sighing.

Sam pops up first. That Bitch wants them slushies.

Scooping the WHOLE jar, all Ten of Them wind up with full solo cups of Magic. Like fucking water ice. Sam handing out a plastic spoon with each of their solo cup treats.

"I shouldn't eat this...." Bullet confides in Benny.

"You won't survive this night if you don't." Benny reassures him as he takes a bite of sweet, delicious Magic Slushies.

Poor Bullet. He thinks he knows... But he has no idea.

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Splitting from The Bus, they head over to the Light District on boards and bikes. Obliging Ashleigh's one request.

"It's FUCKING closed!!???!!!" She shouts in frustration.

Kansas City's Light District closes at 5P. What THE fuck kinda shit is that?? Seriously... Why?

Ashleigh's really upset. All agreeing with her that It's Bullshit.

Luna asking her if she'd like Her to Burn it Down.

Ashleigh answers with a laughing and adoring NO. The Magic of Wild Mushrooms creeping around her brain. She appreciates Luna's brass love for her, but Ashleigh isn't violent. Never has been.

"Let's find somewhere else." She coaxes her defender as she climbs back on her rented bike.

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Rolling through Kansas City, they're tripping their BALLS and PUSSIES off. Colors are streaking. Bodies are loose. The school bag packed with water instead of alcohol. Luna handing off bottles to everyone's gratitude.l

Lighting a joint as they roll through Kansas City. Luna passes it to Sam. Colson has his own lit. Passing it to Slim.

Firing another, Luna slows her pace. Riding beside Bullet, she grins. Hitting it multiple times before she speaks...

"I'm not THAT bad. I promise." A wink and grin following her words as she passes him the joint before pushing off to fly past him.

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"Fuck you ain't...." Bullet thinks as she passes him. Amused by the tiny blonde girl and her wild punch.

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They skate and bike around Kansas City. Watching the lights as they laugh. Passing joints and water amongst themselves as they eat their Magic Slushies.

Sliding up on a corner, Colson stops.

"Where the fuck are we?" He asks confused.

"In the Dark Pits of Hell, where we belong!!" Luna laughs, snapping his picture in the moment.

"He's so fucking beautiful." She thinks, not being able to stop her grandfather from lingering in her soul.

"C'mon Lovey!!" She shouts as they boot, scoot and boogie.

Ashleigh can't hold her shit together. Tripping balls, she doesn't know how to make the bike work anymore.

"Can we sit?" She pleads.

Always one to spot a park, Luna's on it.

"Come on, Buddy." She says, grabbing the back of Ashleigh's seat along with a handle bars.

Pushing Ashleigh along with ALL of Luna's force. There's a park ahead. The Holy Grail of her ENTIRE existence.

"We're almost there, Boo!" Luna's wide smile encourages Ashleigh's tired legs.

Hitting the park, Ashleigh drops her bike like a rock.

"Uggghhhh....." She exhales.

Luna grabs her board and Ashleigh's hand as the others arrive. She's undoubtedly Their Leader.

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After swinging and climbing and running around the playground, they tire like little kids. Finding the perfect spot, Luna slips her bag off Colson's shoulders. Pulling out sheets as she displays them in front of their view.

All Ten of Them admire the glowing sight of Kansas City. Some standing in amazement, others sitting on the sheets in awe.

They're tripping their souls out as they stare into the sky line. Colors crossing and dancing. Bodies tingling as their third eyes see everything.

Laying and talking. The Ten of Them are curled upon the sheets, melting their faces off.

Pulling out her bag of tricks, Luna hands Colson four tennis balls to his delight. Face shining, he hops up to juggle them.

Next, she produces crayons and coloring books. Laying them out, they're grabbed by Ashleigh and Rook.

Slim finds the Nerf football. Sam jumping up for a solid toss.

Baze is stuck on the ground. Luna lighting a joint. Hitting it hard, she hands it to him.

"Fucken' Loons, Maaan..." Is all he can say in accepting pleasure.

AJ is lost in the stars on the sheets also. Magic Slushies winning. Luna handing him his own joint to his delight.

Benny is running around with Sam and Slim. Bullet still as a statue.

"Did you not drink the Kool-Aid...." Luna asks.

She had noticed his solid demeanour. Tall, strong. Relentless.

Arms crossed, he admits he had a scoop or two.

"Only a SCOOP!! BRO!!" Luna looks at him with disappointment. "We're not so crazy that you can't enjoy yourself, Sugar." Luna tries to reassure him. "I can't believe you didn't eat your slush." Luna looks at him, irritated. "What a fucking waste."

"I knooooww." Bullet sheepishly admits.

"Well, lucky YOU, Motherfucker!!" Luna grins.

She always has a secret stash. Pulling out a small container of pure mushrooms, she insists he eats them with her. NOW.

Luna's a rock when it comes to negotiating. Bullet sharing and eating the full half ounce she has stashed.

She grins as they chew. Her bright smile welcoming him into Her World.

There's a LOT going on in their group. Rook and Ashleigh are happily coloring. Slim, Sam, Benny and AJ toss the Nerf ball. Baze is still SO lost in the sky on his back.

Luna grabs Colson, dragging Baze and Bullet with them. It's football time, she calls to Benny.

"Hut!! Hut!!" Luna shouts to their colorful minds.

Their game is a ShitShow. It's hilarious to watch them toss, tumble and roll amongst themselves. None can see correctly and all of them have noodle legs.

Somehow, Luna can throw and avoid getting caught. Easily scoring a 14 to 0.

"Mothafucka, WHAT?... Mothafucka WHO??? Luna laughs.

She's never been a gracious winner. Laughing too hard.

She's caught by a "Fuuuck yooou?!!"

Along with a loving, grinning, full on body hit from Sam. They roll in the grass, wrestling and laughing. Each calling Uncle when they find themselves locked on their sides.

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Laying in the night's sky, life comes into view. Playing Cold War Kids on one of their phones. Music drifts softly.

All Ten sprawled on sheets, they catch the beauty of Kansas City. Laying together in harmony.

Until Colson wants to take Luna away.

"Come're..." He begs

"Hmmmm..." She rolls her head up towards him.

Eyes dancing as she absorbs is face. Their colorful ensemble watching the stars like 4th graders at the Planetarium for the first time.

Colson grabs Luna's hand, pulling her out of the hype.

Yards away with only his phone, Colson holds Luna tight. She's the only one he's ever danced with outside of Casie and weird Middle School stuff. Tripping his face off, he's overwhelmed with feelings for Luna. His beloved.

In the darkness with just them two, Colson holds Luna close and firm. The lyrics to the original Swing Life Away swirl behind them. Causing Colson to hold Luna tighter then ever.

🎶Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words🎶

He sings softly, ducking his head into her ear.

She loves him. So fucking much. More then she could've ever imagined. Those blue eyes that see right into her soul. Those fingers that know every inch of her body. That heart that just fucking gets it.

Their love is fresh in her brain. Breaking her heart as her soul ignites. Believing him as sings to her that they Could Get By Just Fine on Minimum Wage.

Luna can't handle it and starts to cry. The drugs have her overwhelmed. Feelings flying everywhere. Heart dangling on her long sleeve.

"Please don't fucking die." She whimpers into Colson's chest.

He holds her as she gently sobs.

His mind is twisting too. Making him not sure of what to say. Then it pops.

"Cockroach." He states like he's answering the most important question of his life.

This stops Luna. Colson's words sliding inside her body, wrapping themself around her heart.

Feeling her sigh, he scoops her off the ground as if he's going to carry her over a threshold. With her arms draped around him, they stare into each other's trusting eyes. No words need to be said. They're the only two in the world right now. Luna strokes his cheek, as Colson leans in to kiss her.

There's a whole body explosion happening between the two of them once their lips touch. It's part drugs but mostly insatiable love.

Not even caring, in their own world, Colson slowly brings himself and Luna to the ground. Never breaking their kiss. He runs his hands though her hair, making her brain tingle.

Climbing on top of her, he holds himself up as her hands slowly trail his body. Their touch is almost orgasmic as he sucks on her neck and she slides her hands down his pants. Gripping his ass.

His free hand up her shirt dress. Sliding under her bra, playing with her nipple peircing. Pulling at her shorts.

"I need to be inside of you." Colson says in between kissing her neck and face.

"Mhhhmmm." Luna agrees.

He pulls down his pants as Luna slides out of the shorts. She doesn't understand her stockings though. Both too far gone to figure out how to get them off. Taking off her Docs not even an actual thought for either.

Colson reaches back into his pants. Pulling Luna towards him by the crotch of her tights, he stretches them out as he flicks his blade open.

Luna's heart immediately begins to race as he brings the knife towards her pussy. Slitting a hole through her tights, he rips them open. She bites her lip as she watches him.

Both of their bodies throbbing for the other. Mouths salivating as they look upon each other.

The world EXPLODES as Colson slowly slides into Luna. Both moaning out a pleased FUCK.

Colson takes his time. Gliding along Luna's clenched walls. Every inch and touch is overwhelming. If he goes to fast, he's convinced he may die.

Luna can't handle anything. Dying a thousand tiny deaths as she clings to him. Shifting into his rhythm. Kissing his mouth and face. She has to keep her eyes closed. Looking at him is too much. Fearing her heart will explode from his blue eyes.

They could've fucked for 5mins or 5hrs. They have no idea. Luna having multiple mental and physical orgasms before Colson allows himself to let loose.

Laying inside and on top of her, Colson feels at ease. There's no place in the world he'd rather be. This moment being one of his most content in life.

"I love you, Kitten." He breathes out.

"Mmmm... I love you." Luna mummers into his neck with her legs still holding him close.

"ARE YOU TWO FUCKING AGAIN!!??!" Sam shouts across the field.

Colson pulls his face out of Luna's hair to look at her. His face is still too beautiful for her.

"Jesus fucking Christ. She's like the kid sister I never had." Colson's wide eyes say in amazement.

Making Luna laugh, he pops out of her.

"An annoying kid sister." He says with a pout.

Shifting down, Colson lays on Luna's chest. Stroking his hair, they enjoy their bliss for a bit more before they rejoin the others.

"Yeah, we were Fucking. Kid Sister." Colson states as him and Luna climb back into the pile.

Who you talking too?" Ashleigh asks, confused.

"Ol sex police Sam over here." He tells her to the group's laughter.

"You're like fucking rabbits." Sam shoots back.

"That's why she calls me Bunny." Colson states matter of fact, making Luna roll on her side in a fit of giggles. It's funny because it's true.

All of their bodies riding private rollercoasters as their brains link back up. The Ten of Them talk about life, aliens, what they think God may be, if they'd like to live under the sea like Sponge Bob and all kinds of other weird shit. Figuring out the key to life. Love and friendship. Even Bullet enjoying himself.

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Back at the Ambassador no one wants to separate. The Boys drag mattresses from the other rooms to Colson and Luna's suite. It's sleepover time again.

Collecting water for everyone, Luna dutifully passes out Xanax along with vitamins D and B6 to aid in their recovery.

Surrounded by pillows, blankets and love, they watch reruns Rugrats. Burning and laughing as they slowly come down.

Laying with Colson wrapped behind her, Luna feels so at peace. Her eyes are closed as he strokes her hair.

"I'm so fucking in love with you.... I can see it radiating off of us." Colson says with his eyes closed too.

Opening her eyes, Luna jumps off the mattress. Body flying across the room.

"IT'S NOT OUR LOVE!!! THE FUCKING TRASH CAN'S ON FIRE!!!" She shouts.

Grabbing it, she hauls ass into the bathroom. Tossing it into the tub before turning on the water.

Everyone is kinda numb, shocked or can't comprehend what just happened. Bullet taking notice that Luna's quick.

Climbing back into Colson, Luna asks What The Fuck Is Up With Them and Fire. He shakes his head, not knowing. Kissing the back of hers, he holds her firmly as they fall asleep together.

Benny turning to Bullet. Giving him a knowing eye, he warns that Tonight Was Easy.

He'll get it eventually.

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To be continued....

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