#wish i could fucking shapeshift. wish i was just fucking born with a dick and a flat chest. actually i wish i was two people.

[non-un-topo]

Spending hours trying to figure out why I feel so irritable and sensitive today and I’m only realizing now it might have something to do w being invited to a birthday party full of an entire family I’ve never met and like seven very small children and the person inviting me assuming I would love that. I want to support her bc I like her and she’s family now, but I cannot---I will not---go to another family event and be pushed into the kitchen doing dishes with the women or cooing over someone’s baby who just stares at me and whines when I try to mask and say hello.

#my period ended so it ain't that. #maybe i'm a horrible person. i just want to be left alone for seven solid days. and i certainly do not want to be forced- #-to interact with children. they scare me. real bad. #maybe this also has something to do with my readings for this week and the fact that we're going to be discussing 'womanhood'. #like the subject is 'what IS a woman to you?' and i am not really looking forward to listening to 15 cis girls tell me- #-how awful it is and how much pain they themselves endured while entirely not acknowledging the existence of trans women #or gnc women. #why am i so irritable jfc. #every time i talk like this to my partner they give me that look lol. the look that's like 'uh huh. i know a trans person when i see one.' #and i'm like shhhhhhh. no. don't say that. shhhh. i don't want to be. i hate myself okay and my family scared me out of it. #wish i could fucking shapeshift. wish i was just fucking born with a dick and a flat chest. actually i wish i was two people. #so i could decide from day-to-day and not have to worry about irreversible changes. #how much of my alleged transness is just internalized misogyny? <- this is a question i ask very very quietly to myself #because i think it's what my mother thinks. and most of the world. #how do i learn to be comfortable AS a masculine woman? i have no one to look up to who can teach me or show me it's okay. #i have transmasc friends who are elated to go on T. i'm scared that they will make me want to do it again. why tf am i scared of that... #irreversible changes. society. literally everything. fucking hell............ #no one talks about this particular experience of gender. no one talks about the in-between and the immense fear. at least no one to me. #why am i even taking gender studies in university if every class is full of cis women who don't even know the terminology of transness #or of gender-expansiveness... #i think i've become a very sour person in the last few years. #need to vent through writing or something. like through fanfiction.

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anon. Pure smut. Really. Enjoy. ;-)

Words: 2265 Warnings: smut smut smut

Oh, for Heaven’s sake! Frustrated, you closed your laptop shut and placed it on the empty space on your bed next to you. Porn was so obviously an exaggeration with women moaning in ecstasy at the slightest touch near their pussies and men with long and thick dicks that probably wouldn’t even fit into horses.

All you had meant to do was find some inspiration to get yourself off. The image of a strong man above you, pleasuring you by every trick in the book, doing hot things you had seen in some of the videos you had watched.

It was no use. As soon as you closed your eyes, your hand sneakily wandering down your body until you reached your dripping folds to tease yourself, the only man you saw in front of you was the Norse God of Mischief, his raven hair tickling your skin and piercing blue eyes devouring your naked form beneath him.

A sigh escaped your lips. You might as well… your fingers found your slit, gathering some of your wetness to circle your clit lazily. The simple touch made you shiver, your body arching its back in joyful anticipation of what was to come all the while the one you imagined exploring your soaking cunt was him, with long and soft digits taking the time to examine you.

Loki had been dominating your thoughts for weeks, months. It had all started during a risky mission, one that had almost cost you your life if it weren’t for Loki who saved you. Before that, he had been the mysterious, cocky but also restrained little brother of Thor, the bad guy and handsome god of trickery you occasionally imagined fucking. His heart was locked away in a chest, out of reach even for him—but on that day, you got to see a very different side of Loki.

His stunning blue eyes had been sparkling with concern for you, his body shielding yours in the most vulnerable manner. He had carried you back to the helicarrier without so much as any hesitation, ensuring the doctors on board would treat your wounds.

Loki was so much more than he let on; not only pleasing to the eye and skilled with a mischievous nature… but he was a good man. A good man with a warm heart which had been hurt, sliced and cut open one time too much, a heart which he himself was afraid of to lose to darkness and evil.

You loved his dominant aura, picturing the things he could do to you in bed… and yet you longed to see his soft side again, the side he hid so well from the Avengers and SHIELD because to them, he would always remain the war criminal. The villain.

The thought excited you, your hand starting to move faster. Loki would bury his face between your legs, ravishing your cunt like a sweet dessert, his skilled silver tongue working its magic on your sensitive bundle of nerves until you begged him for your release. And only after forcing you into countless orgasms that left you sweating and screaming his name, he would push your legs wide apart for access and sheath his huge and hard cock deep inside you.

The God of Mischief had, of course, not the vaguest notion of your growing feelings for him. For all he knew, the whole compound loathed him for his actions in the past. Sometimes, secretly, you imagined walking up to him determinedly, in front of the entire crew and the Avengers and kiss him senseless to shut them up.

Gods, you were so wet…

“Loki…” You moaned, throwing your head back into your pillow. “Loki…”

 -

They hated him. And of course, how would they possibly not? Thor’s own hostility had driven a dagger into Loki’s tormented and tainted heart and now he remained as what he had been born—the outsider.

For all he knew, his help on various missions as well as the fact he had saved countless human lives ever since his return to Midgard was considered but a means of compensations for his actions in New York. Actions which he had not been entirely responsible for and yet, even his own brother refused to listen to his one attempt to explain himself. He should not be surprised.

This shortly before Halloween night, causing some mischief around the compound was the least he could do. He was a Trickster, always had been. If a good laugh upon seeing the famous Avengers scream and howl in fear posed his only reward for tolerating his new life on Midgard, then so be it.

Tonight, it was your turn—and since sleep would rarely come to him these days, the subconscious fear of the nightmares returning too great—and reading through Stark’s library proved to be ineffective, he might as well have some fun with triggering eye-watering reactions by casting eerie shadows, turning objects into snakes, skulls and body parts and even shapeshifting into repulsive creatures from the horror movies they all liked to watch so much at this time of the year.

Smirking to himself, he approached your room, knowing you never locked it at night. He knew you were terrified of the scary dead girl from “The Ring”. If he was lucky enough, you’d even jump into his arms for protection. He had very much enjoyed taking care of you before. The way you had clung onto him, trusting him with your life during that one fateful mission… quite frankly, you were the only Avenger in the compound he, so he had admitted to himself, had taken quite the liking into.

Loki was as quiet as a mouse when he turned the doorknob and peeked inside your room. The lights were out, your petite form, to his anyway, moving on the bed and breathing heavily in your sleep. He was about to send an illusion of the horror girl into your room when he suddenly heard it.

You were moaning his name.

-

You were close, so close, so close! Moving your hand furiously now, you applied just enough pressure to trip over the edge. You imagined Loki wrapping his arms around your hips dominantly, his tongue greedily lapping up your juices and his blue eyes locking with yours as you came undone for him. Your walls clenched around emptiness, longing to feel his cock inside of you, your orgasm rippling through you like thousands of waves of electricity.

“Ahhh… Loki!” You screamed, bucking your hips in a desperate attempt to ride out your climax.

Loki swallowed thickly, his trousers tightening with a start. You were not asleep. You were wide awake. You were… masturbating to the thought of him?

He gnashed his teeth, a sudden hunger awakening in his body. Having your small body in his arms, it was one thing… fucking you roughly to satisfy both his and your carnal needs was entirely another. The urge to join you on the bed rose, to force your legs apart, smell your arousal and bury his hardening length deep inside you, giving you what you so obviously craved.

You wanted him. It had been a while since a woman had longed for his touch instead of Thor’s.

Another moan escaped your lips as you withdrew your fingers from your dripping pussy. Covered in your juices, you simply wiped them off on your bedsheets, then turned over and closed your eyes, hoping that the relaxing orgasm would help you fall asleep faster.

Loki smirked to himself. If he held such power over your thoughts and imagination, he might as well hold power over you for real. Now, there was another way to scare you a little.

Without making a sound, he treaded into your room, approaching you hungrily. When was the last time he had shared his bed with a woman, satisfied his most carnal needs?

Before he could change his mind in fear of rejection, he pressed his palm against your mouth to keep you from screaming. You reacted instantly, thrashing around and struggling, attempting to strike your attacker.

Loki shushed you. “It’s me, little mortal.” You calmed down just a bit, attempting to say his name through his hand. “And I must say,” he continued. “That was quite a tempting show you put on for me. You could have just asked, you see… perhaps I would have taken pity and satisfied you. I can be a merciful god, after all.”

Loki’s voice was hoarse, your eyes widening upon hearing those dirty words coming out of his mouth. This was too good to be true. Surely, you were dreaming, even though… even though it felt so real. How could he… had he… was he watching you cumming and screaming his name?!

A moan escaped your lips, your arousal heating up your body faster than a lightning bold.

“Would you like me to take care of your needs?” Loki whispered darkly. “All you need to do is say the word.” He needed your consent, needed to know that this was what you really wanted. He was many things but he was not cruel. He liked to manipulate and trick but he would not force a woman to give him pleasure if she not wished to do so herself.

Unsure of what to expect, he removed his hand from your mouth. You were panting. “Yes… Loki, please do.”

Loki growled. It was all he needed to hear. Impatiently, he climbed on the bed, hovering above you like a predator all the while freeing his hard manhood from his black leather trousers. If only you could see him properly in the dark… for he adored the way your lips parted, tongue flicking out in joyful anticipation of what was to come.

Your legs fell apart willingly when he forced himself between them. What by the Norns had come over him? Devouring a woman without having courted her properly? His mother would have chided him and yet… the lust filling the warm air in the room clouded his mind like the moist autumn fog in the mornings.

“Loki…” You croaked out of breath, overwhelmed by the wonderful sensations he elicited. His skin against yours, his hands exploring your curves, kneading your breasts and playing with your nipples until they hardened under his touch and then, suddenly, he reached down to grab both your wrists and hold them down to both sides of your head, immobilising you.

You whimpered, afraid of losing your mind in this tornado of pleasure threatening to tear you high up and away, even more so when you felt his hard and warm length pressing against your dripping entrance. You moved your hips up, eager for him to sink himself inside you but Loki took his time, making sure he would not hurt you—claiming you agonising inch by agonising inch.

He growled like a wolf once he had finally sheathed himself inside your welcoming heat, your walls moulding around him like your body had been made for him. You threw your head back, exposing yourself to him devotedly, and when he withdrew and thrust back into you, you moaned his name so loudly you feared the others would hear you.

“Does that feel good, my sweet little mortal? Is this not better than your own hands bringing pleasure upon that tight quim of yours?” He muttered into your ear, his cool breath sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine as you climbed the ladder of orgasm higher and higher.

Loki fucked you both gently and roughly at the same time, his cock filling you so perfectly hitting all the right spots.

Unable to respond, you simply nodded, your hips bucking to meet his eager thrusts until you were ready to burst into a million pieces.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” you suddenly heard him order out of breath. You swallowed thickly.

“L-Loki… please…”

His chuckle was dark but soon replaced by his own animalistic grunts as he neared his climax. Loki picked up his pace, rutting into you wildly and relentlessly. His lips came crashing down on yours, abusing your mouth for a passionate kiss which left you breathless. Oh, oh, you were going to…

“Loki, please!” You shrieked.

“Cum! Cum around my cock, now!” The God of Mischief choked out, stilling as he came and spurted ropes of his seed deep inside you, marking you all the while you obeyed him helplessly, your own high washing over you like a tidal wave. You clenching around him rhythmically, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Loki rocked into you a few more times, helping you ride out both your orgasms until he collapsed on top of you completely spent, only now letting go of your wrists. For a brief moment, neither of you moved but enjoyed each other’s bodies, still joined, and listened to each other’s rapid heartbeats and breathing.

Eventually, he withdrew, leaving you feeling empty at the loss of his now slowly softening length. He sighed. This… this had been amazing. Too amazing to be true. Perhaps it would be for the best if you believed it had been but a wet dream, his irrational fear of rejection returning with a start and hitting him in the chest like Thor’s hammer.

Loki pressed a tender kiss on your forehead, making you smile as your eyes closed before he reluctantly pulled up his trousers and left the room so he would not forget himself and pull you in his arms, bathing in the affection you had just showered him with.

-

A/N: No worries. Read Part II here.

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[rebelheartsmustbefree]

(The Road so Far)

ISAAC:

*Within a span of two months, things have changed on a monumental level. A six-four, long haired, long legged man came into my life and my head hasn’t stopped spinning since. Ewan has this way about him that makes me feel as if everything is going to be okay. With all the shit that has happened to me, he came in like a breath of fresh air. With spending the holidays together, the little get together we both hosted on the roof of this place, to the countless nights we’ve spent in each other's arms, wrapped up in a passion that threatened to scorch us both. When we spent those couple weeks at the cabin for Christmas through New Years, that kind of intimacy would stay unmatched for all my days. He shared his true self with me and thought I would run. But then I revealed that I was an Angel and that nothing in his life would cause me to run. That I would stay right by his side and take on anything that came his way. Our way. We decided there and then that we were in this together. After all, we created a fire together and only each other could handle that heat. 

But we welcomed that burn with eyes wide open and minds full of curiosities for one another. We left marks on one anothers bodies, one anothers lives and in each others minds. I know with each move and flex of muscle that Ewan had been there. Just one of those ways would be the twin bite marks that I currently keep being reminded of each time I bend, sit, walk. You get the point. Tall man was here all over my body and I was marked inside and out from him. Proudly. 

And something that just occurred to me this morning. That for some reason, his bites don’t heal as fast. The only explanation I can come up with is that it’s because he’s a shifter. Could it be that because he isn’t human that he is capable of leaving his mark on me in a lasting way? Over two hundred years and no one has been able to leave a scratch on me let alone a bite mark. I healed with extraordinary precision, speed and completely blemish free. It didn’t really bother me. I don’t know why I’m even giving this another thought. The truth is, it really only adds another layer to the complexities of this relationship. And holy fuck did it make me hot. 

Jason began to finally stir. It had only been an hour since I put him to ease over there in the booth. His hangover from our rooftop shindig left him feeling and looking like he had been chewed up and spit out. I walked over and gently ran my hand over his back to caress him back to sleep. He really could use some extra sleep. I could handle the supply truck on my own.  With a quick glance up at the clock, my mind went to Ewan again. As it does quite frequently, images of him in those boxers from this morning left me a little tight in the inseam. Great. Just what I needed for the delivery guy to see. I snagged one of my bar aprons and fastened it around my hips. Nicely done, this would work for now.*

EWAN:

The sidewalks were packed with pedestrians, all busy in their worlds, rushing from here to there. Elbows nudging, shoulders barging but I didn't say a word. I too was lost, hands in my pockets head down, a smile on my face. Isaac's face, the face I currently wore. Those dimples. Memories invading my thoughts. The cabin we’d stayed in over Christmas, where the truth had been revealed. An Angel and a shapeshifter. Neither of us had shied away from the truth of the other, instead, we’d embraced it. Both glad in our ways that the truth had been revealed, no more hiding. No more pretending, that day something changed. Barriers broke. We’d spent the time building snowmen, curled up on the rug before a roaring fire that we never let die. The bed that never got made. The kitchen that always had food of some description ready for us to eat. 

I looked up as someone walked straight into me, was that my fault or there's? I apologised, smiled and kept on my way. 

We’d returned from the cabin, our lives had only become more entwined. Was that what we expected? There was a part of me that had wondered. I needn’t have worried. We’d had nights at the bar Isaac owned, dancing, Isaac singing and wowing the crowd, I'd watched on with pride. I felt my mouth twitch and a smile formed on my lips, his lips, I reached up with a hand, my fingertip running over the deep dimple in my cheek, something about them gave me a warm feeling inside. I chuckled to myself, I wished I could wipe my tongue along my lip and taste him. When I got to the apartment. I would strip off and admire him, every inch of him, the grin turned into a wicked smirk. This body was an exact copy of his, my fingers brushed over the dick through the pocket lining. Fuck, yes I couldn't wait to get there. My feet sped up, my apartment wasn't far but today it seemed like it was taking forever to get there.

Finally, I got there. The stairwell as plain as ever, I practically bounced up the steps, my mood had been set, waking up and having breakfast with Wings. I stopped. My eyes scanned the door in front of me, my door, the tape had been broken. Someone had tried hard to replace it so I wouldn't notice but….I smelt the air. There was nothing. Fuck, without thinking, without another thought I opened the door. Silence. I stepped over the threshold, the hallway was clear, still no scent in the air. I left the door ajar, a quick getaway if I needed one. 

ISAAC: 

*After unloading the delivery truck, standing around and shooting the breeze with the driver, I made him a burger and fries to go. Just as he was pulling away, Jason came shuffling through those double doors that lead from the bar to the kitchen, a sheepish smile on his lips.* 

Did you get enough sleep? 

*He nodded and thanked me for putting him to sleep and making his hangover go away. I had done it before and it really wasn't a big deal. I went ahead and made him something to eat as well and told him to just hang out and relax for a while if he wanted. He thanked me again and I gave his shoulder a squeeze.*

No problem, slugger. 

*He groaned at the nickname, which only made me laugh harder than I already was. Ewan had begun calling him that after he mistakenly whacked Ewan in the back of the head, thinking it was some stranger being rough with me. A stranger that the shifter liked to change into and play tricks on me. We straightened everything out with Jason and had to explain what Ewan was and thus the nickname slugger was born. It embarrassed Jason but the guy knew I loved him like family. Fuck knows I could use some since I basically had no real family to speak of.. or that I'd want to speak of that is. 

I left him in the back with his bacon burger and fries, heading out to check out stock behind the bar. I'd be lying if I said I didn't look at the clock. I missed Ewan. But I knew he'd be back soon. It was the few hours a day that we didn't see each other but it didn't ease that ache nonetheless.*

EWAN:

I edged my way down the hallway; the air didn't hold any unusual scent; God damn it. The bedroom door was still sealed with the tape, or more accurately the tape hadn't been moved, perhaps someone had knocked the tape on the outer door? I didn't believe in coincidences, not after all this time. I’d spent year's running. Now I’d found my happy place, and I wanted nothing to spoil it. Wings. Fucking hell. I rushed through my apartment with that thought, ready to face anything, the image of him in my head. Empty. Everywhere I looked, which wasn't hard as the apartment wasn't that big, nothing. Not a thing appeared out of place. I reentered my living room and sat down, the vast couch cushions welcoming me like a hug.  I let my head fall back, my eyes closing. The only sound, my heartbeat in my ears.

The memories flooded back, the body of my sister twisted, distorted, half of her head scalped, her throat slit from ear to ear. The skin of her inner arms full of needle marks, not because she was a junkie but because of what they’d done to her, the defensive wounds on her outer arms from trying to protect what was in her arms, her baby. It hadn't worked. The baby lay over her arm, gutted from pubic bone to throat, his innards hanging from his stomach, splayed down his legs....

I opened my eyes; tears rolled down my cheeks, no this couldn't happen again. Isaac, Jason, his family. The women. They were all at risk because of me...

“Good morning....”

ISAAC:

*Marie and Lynn come knocking about an hour earlier than usual. I guess they were bored. The bar wasn’t set to open for another two hours but I could never say no to the dynamic duo. I unlocked the door and let the giggling pair in, both of them stealing a hug and asking where my handsome sidekick was hiding.*

He’s not here yet, girls. You’re stuck with me for now.  

*They both laughed their way over to their stools and sat their asses down, sliding over a couple of long neck bottles, their usuals, over their way to greet them. I could hear Jason also cracking up as he came bursting out of the kitchen. Teasing me for missing Ewan like some lost puppy.*

I am not! Don’t make me give you that hangover back. Because I will you dick. 

*He makes the motion like he’s zipping his lips back up and snags a beer from the cooler. I glance at the time again. I wasn’t going to be that kind of guy. Nope. He will get here when he gets here. I heard the ladies snicker from the end of the bar. They caught me looking at the clock again and then I had to think to myself, how many times had I really checked the time. A pathetic amount I’m sure. I wouldn’t worry. I decided to head into the kitchen and prep some pizzas, popping in two all meat one for us all to have when Ewan gets here. Once in, I came back out and grabbed a beer for myself, snapping the top off on the edge of the bar. 

My eyes just couldn’t help but look at the clock again. Fuck. Stop that shit, Isaac. I’m sure he’s fine. I needed to get my Angel senses in check and push aside my nature to immediately start worrying.*

EWAN:

My whole body froze. I’d never seen the man stood in front of me, and yet here he was bold as brass stood in my living room.

“The door was open.” He explained.

Shit. Fuck. Why the hell hadn't I shut it? Oh, that's right, some motherfucker had been in my apartment. I stood up, wiping away the tears that had fallen onto my cheeks. The man was around my height; he had black hair and dark brown eyes, I was pretty sure they'd look black in anything but sunlight. The suit he wore wasn't cheap; my guess was Gucci.

“Can I help you?” I enquired, as though I was used to having people just appear in my apartment.

“I'm looking for Ewan, Ewan Byrne.” I opened my mouth....it was then. That second. I didn't have my face; I had Wings face. My brain quickly kicked into gear; the whole thing took seconds.

“He's not here. He works.” I threw him a smile, Wing’s smile.

“Where does he work?.” The look on his face is sceptical. 

My fucking brain was quicker than Google on speed. I gave him the name of a warehouse on the other side of town. Well, away from anywhere, I would head.  The man stood eyeing me up. I’d eye me up too; Wings is hot. I was pretty sure it wasn't  that kind of eyeing up, he looked as though he was weighing up my body weight for his boot. 

“I’ll catch him there, thank you.......?” He held out his hand.

I extended mine. “Jason.” 

“Thank you, Jason.” I nodded and smiled, followed him, his expensive suit and shoes down my hallway, and locked the door behind him. Fuck. They’d found me again.

ISAAC:

*With the pizza half eaten, and Ewan still not here, I decide to distract myself with making a spectacle of myself on stage. As I'm searching through the jukebox for a selection to sing along with, Marie comes over and tucks her arms around my waist. She knew. With a squeeze of a hug around me, I could tell she was worried about Ewan too. She was as close to an aunt as someone could be without being a blood relative. Which really said a lot of the human condition. Blood doesn't make you family. And that's what these people were to me. Marie, Lynn, Jason, Sadie and even their little one. But with Ewan in the fold, he was part of that family to them as well.*

Get up there and sing for us, Isaac. He'll be here soon. *She smiled up at me and those sparkling green eyes put my heart at ease. For now. I mashed the buttons on the jukebox and headed up to the stage, removed the mic from the stand and just focused on singing for these group of misfits. But they were my misfits. Marie sings along with me, her smile just as bright as ever. Her energy was good, pure, love in her heart for few but those few were the most blessed people you could ever meet. After her divorce I remember her coming in here, there was no light in her eyes. Little by little that light has come back and I was proud to have been part of helping her through the darkness. 

As the song ends and the applause sounds out, I replace the mic and hop off the stage. This time I didn't look at the clock. Marie grabs my hand and pulls me over towards the jukebox to dance with her. I could never say no to this lady.* 

EWAN: 

The wood from the door was cool against my head as I leant against it. Jason? Why the fuck had I used that name? It just tumbled from my mouth before I could stop it. Pushing my body from against the door, I walked down the hallway and stopped....I looked into the mirror, lifting my fingers, I touched the face staring back at me, the blue eyes moving as they took in every inch. Wings. Oh, fuck Wings. 

The air around me sizzled as the features changed in front of my eyes, blue changing to a grey, blue mix. Hair elongating down to my shoulders, beard appearing. Me. My face stared back at me; I had to warn Wings. Fuck. The one thing we hadn't done was exchange numbers; we hadn't needed to until now. Damn it. I didn't shower, didn't change clothes, all that I was supposed to do. I needed to leave, and I needed them to follow me. The bag that always sat in the back of the cupboard was now in my hand as I headed out the door. I took the steps two at a time as I headed back to the street. Fuck. I looked around, what was I hoping for? Had they stood about waiting for me? I ran, there was nothing else for me to do, I had to keep Wings safe.

I’d sent them to the warehouse district, and that was where I was heading. I didn't use manners; no stops for apologies, no excuse. Whoever was in my way got thrown out of the way. My heart was pounding, trying to escape it's prison of my ribcage. My breathing was a mixture of out of breath and pure panic.

Wings.

Isaac.

My head screamed as my bag flopped from side to side, my arms grabbing at the air to help me along. Why? Why? Did they have to find me?

Isaac…..The darkness took me before I could think another word. 

ISAAC: 

*Miss Marie and I danced and talked through two songs, her objective worked. She wanted to ease my worries and get my mind on something else, something that makes me happy. Her and her sidekick, Lynn have become my tiny dancers so to speak. They tease me, they care for me and even though they hit on me occasionally, it's more to just give me a hard time because like I said, they've become family to me. So each night I'm working the bar, I take turns dancing with the duo and we have the best of times together. Since Ewan has come along, now we can treat both of them to dancing until their heart's content. 

Customers started pouring in and it was time to end the dancing for now. With a kiss to her cheek and her giving me another squeeze, Marie went and joined Lynn at the end of the bar again. I chuckle as I look up from the bar and see Kyle. I haven't seen him since I had to set him straight on a few things. Like there would never be him and I and more importantly, I was dating Ewan.*

Hey stranger, what can I get you? 

*He ordered his usual beer and burger, not surprised since that's what he gets every single time he comes in. I slide the bottle of beer over to him and head back to make his food. The clock I could hear ticking away on the wall ahead of me. I glance up and my heart drops. He definitely should have been here by now.* 

EWAN: 

There was a fly, at least that's what it sounded like for a few seconds. My eyes flew open; unfortunately, so did my mouth.

“Wings?” The words rushed from my mouth in a panic.

The room quickly solidified, and it was apparent Wings was nowhere near. The man stood in front of me; I knew all too well.

“Welcome back Ewan....” Sarcasm and hatred dripped from every word. “Wings?”His arms crossed, a smirk appeared on his face and a glint in his eye. “Is that Jason? I believe one of the units met him today; it seems like you've been making friends.”

I said nothing, just returned his stare. There was movement around the back of me; I could hear the feet shuffling, clinking of what I assumed were instruments. Fuck. Clint stepped forward; his hand shot out as he punched me in the face. My eyes didn't move; he could do as he pleased. They wouldn't find Wings; they wouldn't find Jason, the ladies or the pub. I felt the needle sink deep into my arm; I wasn't even sure if they had hit a vein but with me trussed up like a turkey at Christmas they weren't taking chances either. God fucking damn them.

“Let's see if you're better than your family, giving us what we want the first time. It would be such a shame if you didn't.” A gloved hand came into view, the scalpel it held in its palm was at least clean. I suppose somethings you just have to be thankful for. Another needle sank into my arm and all I could think was....Wings, I'm sorry.

ISAAC:

*I let Jason and Kyle talk me into a game of pool, the crowd having calmed down and herd now thinned. I think Jason knew I needed the distraction as well. He knew me better than anyone in this bar. He was a regular way back when I was just bartending here, before the owner died and left this place to me. It's been Jason and I for almost three years I believe coming up in the summer. Jason never felt uncomfortable with me, knowing I was gay, knowing what I was. The dude was handsome and we had a close moment or two of, if I were gay man.. or even a little curious..but we always laughed it off and I never pushed for anything more. We are family. And now he has Sadie and baby Joseph. I couldn't be more happy for him if I tried. 

But like I said, the man knew me. He knows I'm worried, he knows that Ewan should have been back by now and he can see the fight in my eyes. That I want to find him and figure out what is going on. But this game of pool has started and now I'm out to show these boys up. I had to keep from going stir crazy. Take it one breath at a time.*

Rack 'em Kyle.. you and Jason might need some tissues because I'm about to make you both cry..

EWAN:

The voice screamed in the back of my head.

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” It was my sister's voice; my eyes flew open. 

“You've joined us just in time.”

Pain seared up my arm, I screamed, tried to shift. Oh fuck I couldn't shift. I looked down at my arm, below the elbow was missing its skin, ligament and muscle revealed. The redness made me retch; blood wasn't flowing just sitting in pools at the dips and bends of the muscle. Shift. The air began to shimmer around me...

“Don't bother; we've learnt a few tricks of our own since we last met Ewan. You can't shift.” The happiness in his voice told me he wasn't lying.

“Motherfucker.” My voice was deep and strange; it didn't sound like me.  

“I remember that voice, except back then it was more juvenile.” I froze. That voice, memories tumbled over each other to come to the forefront of my mind. Clusters, explosions of pictures.... suddenly they stopped. There was a woman, long dark hair, red lips. She'd come to me when I’d found my sister, she had hugged me, wiped my tears, spoken to me in a kind voice.

“Gretchen.” I spat.

A woman came into my line of vision; it took a few seconds for me to focus correctly, but it was her. 

“You always were my favourite.” She’d aged, a scar ran across her face that wasn't there before, the words I was going to speak got lost in the sound of my scream.

ISAAC:

*Halfway though the game of pool, those two against me, they were already unhappy and giving me the stink eye. But by the time it was all over, I snagged the twenty they bet me and shoved it in my pocket.* Nice doing business with you boys..

*I laughed my ass off all the way back behind the bar, getting back in the swing of things and waiting on customers. I looked over at Marie while filling up someone's draft beer, she too now was checking out the clock. Which reminded me. That it was now around too many hours since he left to go shower and change. Too many. Jason sneaks behind me, which reminded me that he wasn't even supposed to be here tonight. I get it. Now he was sticking around to make sure I was okay. I hadn't even realized that until now.* 

So, Isaac… where's your man? You get bored of him, him of you? 

*Jason places his hand on my back and clutches the shirt tightly in anticipation of me hauling off and slapping Kyle for his ignorant comment. Jason responds before I can.* 

Hey Kyle, how about you stop being a dick because Isaac wouldn't give you a chance. 

*Marie cackles and it makes me crack a smile. Lynn chimes right in and laughs so hard I thought she would fall off her stool. See. Family. They always have your back.* 

If you must know, he went home to shower and change after staying at my place. That's what he usually does. Every morning. After staying… every night. *Twist that knife in. I smirk at the roll of the eyes I get in response to my comments. That'll teach his ass.* 

EWAN: 

The muscles in my body shook involuntarily; I felt as my brain decided to work again.  The fucking pain was worse than anything I had ever felt. Searing pains, aching pains, I smelt singed hair, burnt skin. Fuck. Fuck. My eyes opened, I was now laid on a metal table, arm and legs strapped in place. I’d been stripped to my underwear; Wings would be proud. The room had a wind chill factor of winter in the North Pole. My head lifted; I groaned at my body while gritting my teeth.  The thud my head made as I dropped it back should have hurt. It didn't.

“We’ve given you something.” That thought should have worried me, but I hoped what they gave me was poison.

“It takes some of the pain away.” Lying bitch. I felt her fingertip ghosting it's way up my shin; that feeling was worse than the pain. I wretched.

“Oh, don't be sick now.” Gretchen’s head came into my eye line, her fingertips still ghosting slowly, now they were at my thigh. I felt it, her fingernails digging into muscle, pushing through it, under it. My body arched, my teeth clamped together to try and hold my growl.

“I did say only some of the pain.” Her fingers now lost somewhere below my skin, her head lowered next to my ear.

“If I have to take you apart bit by bit I.....” She looked up, her eyes lit up and smile beamed. “We will.” The sound of a saw starting. I pulled and fought, my skin splitting with her fingers inside me. I was prepared to die. How to make them do it quickly was a different question all together.

ISAAC:

*I finally got hungry, snatching a couple slices of Pizza, I headed over and took a seat in a booth alone. I just needed a minute. I sat there in silence, watching Jason take care of things while I could just rest for a moment. I begin picking at the pizza, taking a piece of pepperoni off and popping it in my mouth. Then a piece of sausage. I wasn’t as hungry as I thought. Something was wrong. And no amount of telling myself to not worry was going to help. The smiles on Marie, Lynn and Jason’s faces were starting to falter. Got to give them credit though, they tried so hard to keep my spirits up. I was starting to get angry, even scolding myself for never exchanging numbers with Ewan. I had no way of getting a hold of him and I didn’t even know where he lived. I couldn’t even go check and yell at him for making me worry about him.   

There was an ache in my chest. I knew what it was. Caring about someone this much only leads to pain. It didn’t matter though. I was already in deep with Ewan. This was a connection that would not be broken. You can’t just meet someone like this everyday. It just doesn't happen for me. And I doubt it happens for him either with what he is, what he has to run from. Whatever it was that he was running from. He never even told me details. When I see him again, I am not letting him out of my sight until I know everything. And his damn cell phone number.*

EWAN: 

Consciousness came and went, glimpses of what was happening caught. I moved my limbs, feet still connected, legs, arms and hands. My head, unless I’d become the headless horseman, was still attached. My skin hadn't been so lucky; I felt burning sensations everywhere, the pain, my head throbbed from wave after wave every time I was coherent. The room was silent; no saw, no voices, breathing space. I lifted my head; my eyes darted around the square room. No windows, a door, the wall had blood splatters still dripping. My blood. The laboratory dishes and jar, filled with clear liquid and all manner of innards and skin sat lined up. My innards and skin. I banged my head against the steel table I was trapped on, once twice, three times, it didn't help the pain or make me feel better. 

I closed my eyes again, brought up memories of Wings, his smile, his voice in my ear, the touch of him. I let them take me far from here. His embrace, how warm his body felt against mine. I could stay here. A warmth surrounded me; perhaps this was dying, allowing yourself to fade away. Fadeaway to the place you were most happy.

My body moved, no pain assaulted me, no scream rushed from my mouth. Just warmth. Just Wings and I back at the cabin. Death was a graceful, kind lady.

ISAAC:

*After taking a little break to worry endlessly about something I had no control over, I went back behind the bar and began helping again. I got lost in pointless conversations with familiar faces, making small talk about their days, them halfheartedly asking me about mine. I give some generic answers and smile as I serve them. Something was definitely wrong. I could feel it in my bones.* 

I'm heading out back for a smoke, honey. 

*My head turns just as Marie is heading back through the double doors to the kitchen so she can go out back and smoke. I smiled broadly at her and gave a nod. Lynn calls me over and tries to reason with my worry brain. Which was honestly no use. I didn't know how I'd sleep tonight without him if he never shows. I feel like part of me is missing. 

I turn around and Kyle is standing there sliding money across the bar to settle his tab, telling me he is sorry for the comments he made. I wave it off, chalking it up to it just being an off day and smile at him. He smiles warmly, happy that I wasn't pissed at him and heads out for the night. After a few more minutes, I realize that Marie has been gone much longer than it takes to have a smoke. Unless she was out here chain smoking, she should have been back by now. The hell is with this day and people going missing?! 

I head out back to find her and give her a piece of my mind. Chuckling to myself until I reach the back door, smelling blood immediately. I shot out of that door practically tearing it off its hinges, my eyes searching for Marie and only finding blood. It was putrid as it flooded my senses. I opened my mouth to call out for her, only there was nothing. No voice. Just the sickening sound of gurgling. My hand shot up to my throat, instantly covered in warm blood as it flows from the gaping wound. My blood. I'd been attacked. It was my last thought before hitting the cold concrete until my eyes finally found Marie. The last thing I see before everything goes black, her eyes in a cold stare, laying in a river of her own blood.* 

#TBC

[bigballofstress]

You Are Mine Now (Sansa Stark x Shifter!Reader)

Request:  Sansa x fem reader(reader is a wolf shapeshifter and she is from a powerful royal house that helped the Starks for centuries). And Sansa falling in love with her since meeting her and always pleading her family to arrange a marriage between them because the two houses have always married between the two houses but they say no and shit happens and Sansa is off marrying Ramsay(fuck you Petyr for that dick move you pulled).One day reader shows up with her army right behind her, wanting to assist Sansa in any way possible at fighting Ramsay and Sansa being happy to see the reader again and deciding to make her move on the reader, cornering her against a wall and kissing her. Sansa is the only one that can dominate her(Personal note, Sansa is the hottest woman even more than Margeary in my opinion).

To @purplewings12 here’s your request!  I changed a couple of details, but I’m really happy with the way it turned out.  I really hope you like it, and I’m sorry it took so long (finals)...  Anyways, enjoy!

(Y/F/N) = Your Father’s Name

The wolves of Winterfell.

Most people didn’t know the truth of where that name came from -- the reason behind House Stark’s sigil.  They assumed it had no true reason.  They believed the direwolf was merely an exceptionally strong animal that the first Starks saw and rather liked.  They didn’t know it was for someone.

There was never much information on House (L/N).  All that anyone knew for certain was that they never left their frozen territory in the farthest reaches of the North and that they were fiercely loyal to the Starks.  There were rumors, though.  Whispers about the danger they posed to anyone who dared cross them.

Recently the family has been under scrutiny for two reasons.  

The first was born of suspicion.  After the Boltons took Winterfell, the entire country was terrified of how you might retaliate.  They had been told stories of the lengths the house would go to in defense of their liege.  It almost felt as though they were all holding their breath.  

The second reason seemed to be more of a curiosity.  House (L/N) had recently been handed down to the eldest daughter of (Y/F/N) (L/N), and immediately the world wanted to know who the new leader of the fearless house was.  She was said to be strong, wise, and kind -- a leader from birth, as the letters announcing her recent inheritance put it.  What made the people truly curious, though, was the tales of her looks.  No one had seen someone of such elegance and beauty since Lyanna Stark, and there were even some elders who claimed that this new woman was even more beautiful than the flower of the North.  Still, no one knew for certain, as you and your house continued to stay hidden from the world.

--Sansa’s POV--

Yet another night in this gods-forsaken place.  I almost couldn’t take it anymore -- the beatings as well as seeing what was once my home being overrun by traitors.  More than anything, I simply couldn’t stand to be forced by Ramsay’s side.  He was cruel and hateful and everything I detested in a partner.

My mind flashed to you.  The only person I ever truly wanted to be with.  My heart still ached whenever I recalled the day I’d told my parents how much I wished to marry you.  They had immediately forbade it, saying that I would be marrying a young lord when I came of age, and that was the last time they ever wanted to hear or it.  Soon after that, you had stopped visiting.  I had ruined everything.

I sighed and pushed the thought from my mind.  I couldn’t keep torturing myself with thoughts of you.  I had to move on.  Even if I almost couldn’t bear the thought of doing so.

Suddenly, shouting erupted from the courtyard below.  I furrowed my brows and moved to the window, where I saw Bolton soldiers scrambling about, trying to find something to do.

“My lady, beg your pardon, but Winterfell is under attack,” a maid had appeared in the doorway, which was usually locked from the outside.

“What?!” I gasped.  Someone was here.  Was it Jon?  Had he left the Wall to come save me?  Or perhaps someone even worse than the Boltons.  I quickly sent a prayer to the gods, begging for it to be anyone other than the Lannisters.

“Yes ma’am.  I’m here to get you to safety,” she said, motioning for me to follow her into the hallway.  I frowned and glanced back out the window.

“No,” I stated firmly.  “I’m staying here.  Now leave.”  If it was Jon out there, he would be able to find me in my room, and if it was someone horrible, at least I might die rather than be captured again.  Behind me, the door clicked shut.  I sat back down on the bed.  No matter what happened now, I would accept it.

--Time Skip--

Silence.

After hours of yelling orders, swords clashing, and screams of pain, the only thing to drift through my window was silence.  The battle must be over.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to look outside and risk the chance of being greeted with the sigil of the flayed man where the beautiful direwolf once stood tall and proud.

I could hear the sound of footsteps making their way through the hallway and stopping outside of my door.  My breath caught in my throat.  This was it.

The door opened, revealing a young solder and a large, (H/C) wolf at his side, standing so tall it reminded me of poor Lady.  I backed up a bit, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared warily at the unfamiliar face and the terrifying creature.

The wolf approached slowly, its eyes holding mine in a deadlocked stare.  I couldn’t move or speak or even think as we stared at one another.  I found myself almost entranced by the large, (E/C) eyes.  Soon, it was just a hair’s breadth away from me, its nose twitching as it sniffed at my dress as though it was deciding what to do with me.

Then something happened that I would have never imagined to be possible.

The wolf changed.

Fur became skin, paws turned to feet and hands, and its long nose shrunk into a soft-featured face.  Standing before me now was the dearest friend and strongest love I’d ever known.

It was you.

“Thank the gods you’re ok,” you whispered weakly, engulfing me in an almost strangling hug.  When I didn’t move, you pulled back.  I felt colder now without your arms around me.  “I’m sorry, I know this must be a shock to you.  I’m just glad you’re safe.”   The words were barely registering in my overwhelmed mind.  “Listen, I’ll be in my old guest room.  Whenever you are ready, just come over, alright?”  I nodded slowly, and you quickly exited, whispering something to the soldier as you did, causing him to abruptly follow you.

There were so many things that I should have been thinking about right then, the most prominent of which being that you were actually a wolf not five minutes ago.  Still, my thoughts refused to dwell on anything other than the young man who followed you.  You seemed close, and I began to question whether he might be you betrothed or perhaps even you husband.

Quickly, I made up m mind, rushing down the hall to the room I knew you’d be in.  I swung the door open to reveal you, taking in your appearance for the first time in years.  You were wearing a deep grey and dark blue dress -- the colors of House (L/N) -- that fell halfway down your shins with long slits on either side.  Armour covered your chest and stomach with the bleeding heart in the center, the bright red of your sigil a stark contrast to the dark colors.

“Sansa?  Are you ok?” You asked, your brows furrowing ever so slightly.

“Who is he?” I asked, completely ignoring your question and striding across the room.  You backed up as I approached, eventually hitting your back against the stone wall.

“Who is who?” You said warily, leaning slightly away from me.

I ground my teeth together, my impatience building.  “The boy who was with you earlier,” I spat out the words like they were poison on my tongue.  “The one wearing your family’s sigil.”

Your eyes lightened slowly in recognition.  “You mean Ryen?  He is no one -- merely a squire who served my father and now serves me,” you rushed, your eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to gauge my reaction.

Relief filled my chest and overwhelmed my senses.  Before I knew what I was doing, I had grabbed you by the waist and the back of the neck and slammed my lips against yours.  You gasped in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss.

“You are mine now.  Do you understand?” I whispered softly, my lips brushing ever so gently against your ear.  You whimpered and nodded, any trace of the fierce dominance that you had just shown on the battlefield vanished.

“I thought you hated me,” you murmured, still not having fully regained your breath.

“I could never hate you,” I growled, forcing you to meet my eyes and understand the meaning behind my words.  I pulled you back into my arms, placing a softer, more intimate kiss on your lips.  “I love you,” I said softly, still not breaking the connection. I felt you smile and wrap your arms around me.

“I love you, too.”

#sansa stark #sansa stark x reader #sansa stark imagine #sansa stark x shapeshifter reader #shapeshifter reader #game of thrones #game of thrones reader insert #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #sansa stark reader insert #gotta be real and go with margeary here #too hot for her own good

[sorcieresque]

leaked daisy and ai spicy xxx hot girls IM

pear-otter Yes. A bunch of times. My favourite one is where you’re a ludicrously wealthy trophy wife and I’m a down on my luck pastry chef. You hire me to cater an event and I fall helplessly into your wiles when I first visit your house. I’m amazed by the size and opulence of you and your husband’s house, but am quickly distracted by you. You descend the grand staircase in a sheer black robe, through which I can see your underwear, lacy and intricate. Your hair is artfully disheveled like you just awoke but your makeup is flawless. You want to give the impression of effortlessness, and vulnerability, and I buy it. As the date of the event grows closer, you invite me over more and more often, to adjust the menu. I wonder if you’re just lonely, or if it’s my company in particular you desire. I need this job, so either way, I don’t complain. By the day of the event, you have me completely at your mercy. I am enamoured and would do anything for you. You dress in a ravishing white blouse tucked into a tight pencil skirt. Your hair is in a ponytail, hanging in loose curls, and your eyes are endlessly sad when I see you. The event is a success, but just when it’s winding down, you find me in a back hall. You look scared, but maybe it’s all an act, your hair askew, and blood on your shirt. You say your husband is dead, and take me to see his body. I’m horrified, but you feed me a story about it being self defence. Whether I believe you or not doesn’t matter. I’m devoted to you, guilty or innocent. So I help you cover up the crime, make it look like an accident, burn your clothes. Help you wash the blood off. But when news of your husband’s death gets out, people are naturally suspicious. You’re the prime suspect, but I cover for you. Somehow, I’m implicated. When tensions are highest, we meet in your house, by moonlight. You convince me to confess to the murder, somehow making me think it’s my idea. You kiss me. Sometimes things get a little more heated than a brief kiss. The next morning I confess to the murder. You come to every day of my trial, still dressed in mourning clothes, as if you’re mourning for my freedom just as much as your husband’s death. I’m found guilty. You cry, and I hope the tears are genuine, but I never know for sure. For months you don’t visit me, and I try to come to terms with the fact that you used me, manipulated me into taking the fall for your husband’s murder. Until one day I have a visitor. It’s you of course, dressed in a tight black dress and a fur throw. You look like you’ve just come from a beautiful party. You act casual and coy, trying to play me as usual, but something’s different. I wonder what you want from me this time, what else is there, and finally I become frustrated with your cagey behaviour. I stand to go, but you ask me to wait. You admit you miss me. You just wanted to see me. At first I think it’s nothing but a trick, but there’s a desperation in your eyes that tells me you’re being truthful. Visiting hours end and you promise to visit again. And you do. There are trailers for conjugal visits, and you use your influence to let us meet in them, even though we’re not married. When I get out of prison, you wait for me in a fancy car, dressed in a wide brimmed hat. You’re wearing red lipstick, and you smile and ask where I want to go.

sorcieresque Firstly. I am high as shit.

sorcieresque Secondly, thank you for your candor. But wait, there's more.

pear-otter ?

pear-otter Are you really high?

pear-otter Daisy? Are you okay?

sorcieresque Yes and No. In your order. I said wait. I am typing.

pear-otter Okay.

sorcieresque I twice monthly entertain the idea of showing up at your door, the trope: Large coat and small lingerie. On your lap while you blush and stutter, fully-clothed. Trite, I know. I think I get off more to the power I’d hold than the subject prop of the fantasy; the patriarchy has sure done a number on me. I am aware lacy underwear and sexual confidence will not make anyone treat me equal to a man or give me the salary I deserve, that is, if I ever intended to get a job, then I could dethrone Elon Musk in a heartbeat. Where was I. These are lesbian asks and so we must take 30 minutes off being sex-critical feminists. We make love all night. I top, there is bondage involved. Much more Intimate, deeper: Sometimes I do not feel like Daze exactly but I’d rather wear a floral blue hawaiian shirt and men’s jeans, a silver gun strapped to my waist, my heart on my chest, hair long, disheveled. I walk like Daze walks and move like Daze moves but I am not a boy. I have never told anyone this. I think about girls like you but I do not know very many girls like you so you will do. A guy is hitting on you, you are clearly uncomfortable with his advances, leaning back into a locker. His arm is blocking you from escaping. I come over and put my arm around your waist and  One second I must punch Tyler in the face permanently she is being obnoxious.

pear-otter Hang on. Moire is there in the fantasy or Moire is there with you in real life right now?

sorcieresque Right now. I've punched her in the face permanently. Where was I.

pear-otter Your arm around my waist

pear-otter Also I have some questions but I’ll hold them til the end. Wait one is pressing, are you sharing this with Moire?

sorcieresque Into a locker his arm is blocking you from escaping I come over and put my arm around your waist and I could say something along the lines of The Lady Here Doesn’t Care For What You Have To Say or Excuse Me, That’s My Girl even when you are not in fact my girl, but instead I simply just kiss you on the side of the face and smile at him and escort you out of his grasp until we are out of sight. In this fantasy I do not expect to be paid back. I cannot stand a woman being harassed and will use my gentlemanliness for good. I want to be strong, imposing, protective. I want to intimidate men not with short skirts but swagger and confidence or as the kids say, Big Dick Energy. But you are grateful. You swoon a bit and perhaps kiss me on the corner of the mouth, write your number on the inside of my arm. I wait exactly four days to text you.

pear-otter I like it I like that you simply kissed me on the side of the face

pear-otter You don’t need words to convey your intentions to the guy, or aggression to intimidate him. That would be playing his game, and you don’t do that

sorcieresque sent a GIF

pear-otter Is this Moire

sorcieresque [[ WRONG PERSON ]]

pear-otter [[I see]]

sorcieresque Yes. I have punched her in the face forever. Thank you. I like the part where I convince you to plead guilty for the crime I commited. It's much too flattering.

pear-otter I like that part too It’s probably my favourite part

sorcieresque Let's unpack that.

pear-otter You might be able to do it. If the situation was right

pear-otter I don’t mean if you... you know. I just mean. I don’t know. I probably wouldn’t go to jail for you in real life though I’d escape In my fantasies I’m never a shapeshifter, although sometimes I’m not Ai either.

sorcieresque You wouldn't survive a day in prison. Do you often wish to pay, or perhaps, atone, for some unspoken guilt that you refuse to acknowledge.

pear-otter Hence why I’d escape

sorcieresque sent a photo post http://pear-otter.tumblr.com/post/175391797716/sorcieresque-no-yes-soft-pink-lacy-with

By the way, I forgot to say: Niiiiiiiice.

pear-otter Hmm, I don’t think so... Sometimes I’m the rich trophy wife and mmmsomeone else is the one who goes to prison. Oh. Thank you

sorcieresque Whom.

pear-otter Moire

sorcieresque I knew it.

pear-otter One time it was Val but then I just felt guilty

sorcieresque She'd do well in prison.

pear-otter Are you telling Moire?

sorcieresque I'll spare you the embarrassment.

pear-otter Okay

sorcieresque But I did do a dramatic reading of your fantasy. You're an excellent writer. She read mine over my shoulder. Everyone's a critic.

pear-otter Okay. Thank you? Did she laugh

sorcieresque Yes.

pear-otter Okay.

sorcieresque Like you laugh when. Puppies. I'll take you lingerie shopping.

pear-otter Really?

sorcieresque Yes. You'll have to model them though.

pear-otter You’re really nice like this Daisy Kind I mean

pear-otter I guess... I agree to go. If you still want to when this weird spell is over, and when you’re not high.

sorcieresque I am absolutely fucking stoned. You can't hold me accountable.

pear-otter I’m just saying if you change your mind and don’t want to go, that’s okay

sorcieresque I can still be mean.

pear-otter Oh I’m sure you can

sorcieresque You couldn't possibly escape prison. You're not. Wiggly. Enough. It's laughable that you think you could.

pear-otter I’m a shapeshifter?

sorcieresque Not in your fantasy. Check AND mate.

pear-otter Otters are known for their wiggles, Daisy

pear-otter Oh Well I never said I escaped in my fantasy

pear-otter Hang on are you saying I’m fat

sorcieresque I'm saying you're weak.

pear-otter I don’t know how I’d be without my powers so. Maybe Do you have your powers in your fantasies?

sorcieresque Duh.

pear-otter All of them?

sorcieresque They're me. I'm them. We aren't Daisy and an extra. I am me.

pear-otter Yeah well same but I still have some idea of what it means to be just human

sorcieresque When I was human it hurt.

pear-otter Oh in the cave? I was just an otter

sorcieresque Then perhaps you are an otter and an extra.

pear-otter I mean probably. My mother was an otter first Are you having fun with Moire

sorcieresque Mmmmtyer is too bony to be comfortable. Did your father fuck an otter.

pear-otter Gross To both

sorcieresque I mean, I ask. Respectully. Did he fuck an otter, respectfully.

pear-otter Of course not, my mother was granted human form before he was even born Yesterday at 11:07 PM

sorcieresque Where was her consciousness before that. Today at 6:31 AM

pear-otter She was just an otter. Today at 10:56 PM

sorcieresque That is so fucked up. That is absolutely goddamn messed.

pear-otter How?

pear-otter That’s just how it is. It’s how most kawauso become shapeshifters. And kitsune and other things.

sorcieresque Like in Japanese Cartoons.

pear-otter Kitsune? Yes, they’re very popular, including on the television.

sorcieresque Ah. I think I like otters more. Like puppies.

pear-otter Oh Thank you then Foxes do have a reputation of being more sly and wily

pear-otter You like when I film otter stuff right? You liked it a lot when you were sick before

sorcieresque But can they dance cinematic ally shot choreographies. I think not.

sorcieresque Check AND maete.

pear-otter Haha, I guess that’s true :) So ARE you having fun with Moire?

sorcieresque Mmmmnnnnnnnnn̯͜n͚͉̝̟͉n̙͎̳͓͢ yes. But you shall take this to your grave. I a mswearing you to secrecy of the highest degree.

pear-otter Okay sure

sorcieresque PINKY swear. With Your HEART.

pear-otter How can I pinky swear with my heart I have to do it with my pinky finger

pear-otter Whatever I Pinky Swear.

sorcieresque [Photo of Daisy dragging her hands down her face in an exasperated gesture, her eyes bloodshot white, the fleshy pink of the inside of her eyelids showing.] The Fat man of Sand is pouring his concoction in my eyeballs. If there's anything else you wish to know Speak now or forever hold your peace.

pear-otter Aud’s weird boyfriend? Is Aud there too? Oh actually wait

sorcieresque Hmm.

pear-otter In your fantasy?

sorcieresque Mhmm.

pear-otter You said um and I quote “I top, there is bondage involved.” What does that mean I mean I know what bondage IS I MEAN Hypothetically And I guess? I understand the first half of the sentence But could you perhaps elaborate!

pear-otter Haha or not? It’s okay!!! The moment has passed I guess I was just curious

pear-otter Daisy? Are you telling Moire this? I was just Joking isn’t the right word Playing along haha You probably fell asleep or got too caught up hanging out with Moire, which I hate I mean I don’t hate Moire!!! Just the thought of you two hanging out, especially high, really bothers me Why am I saying this What if you’re making out That’s hot ***NOT THAT’S NOT something you would want to do??????? Right???? If you were not high STOP Anyway. Good night Daisy I hope you’re not making out with Moire or bonding with her too much I mean I hope you sleep well And Moire. Apart. Maybe in separate rooms even Oh no. You’re going to wake up, not high, and see all this It was nice talking to you like this. Um. I don’t suppose we could pinky swear my last 500 messages into secrecy too? Good night

#IM #pear-otter

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RobStar Week 2017 - Day 2

Day 2 – Arrival (Teen Tyrants)

Dark energy arched around a small cylindrical room, runes of unimaginable complexity and intricacy were drawn into the ground in a blood red chalk. In the centre of the room sat a small shrine with a collection of items of different magical symbolism were seated on small plinths surrounding the shrine, dark energy connecting from them to the centre shrine. A few feet above the shrine hovered a sorceress cloaked in red, the energy from the shrine seeped into her body as she channelled her power. Her vibrant magenta hair contrasted majorly with her grey skin tone, her eyes were closed in concentration as she tried to pinpoint the source of a small ripple she had felt throughout reality, it was a tiny, miniscule event like a single rain droplet hitting a lake but she had felt it and the energy surrounding it seemed familiar. Repeating her mantra she felt herself approaching the energy spike and a few moments later she had found what she had been searching for, a tower, their tower.

Unclasping her communicator from her belt she held it to her mouth, “Hey dipshits! Come to the shrine I’ve got something” in a few short moments the dark, twisted team had assembled.

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Red Robin, Red Raven and Blackfire had been the first members of the team, they had all met when Blackfire had landed on Earth in an attempt to hide from the Centauri police for her numerous crimes throughout the Vega system. With the help from her two new teammates she had slaughtered the entire armada of troops that had come to try and capture her.

Blackfire had been born as Koriand’r, princess of Tamaran but due to a rare gene defect she had been born with black hair as opposed to both her red headed parents and even her brother. Because of this she had been given the nickname of Blackfire by her parents, many saw her black hair as being a sign that she was weak and inferior to the rest of her family. That mistake would cost Tamaran dearly when she willingly allowed the Citadel to invade her home planet and even took the liberty of burning the royal palace to the ground herself, Tamaran was nothing more than a wasteland when she left. Her previous capture by the Psions had granted her enough power to rival anything in the galaxy that would challenge her.

Red Robin had once been the protégé of the infamous Batman of Gotham, after being adopted by the billionaire Bruce Wayne he had learned his secret, Dick Grayson joined the caped crusader as Robin to memorialise the loss of his parents. However, over the years the crime in Gotham had gotten to Dick, nothing him or Batman ever did had any real effect. Any criminals they arrested would break out and they would have to re-capture them over and over again in an endless cycle. Dick had finally snapped when his adopted brother Jason Todd had been murdered by Batman’s most infamous villain ‘The Joker’, the pair had both been devastated by his loss but Bruce refused to take action, Dick had pleaded with him to kill The Joker and put an end to this but Bruce had refused. Acting out of grief and revenge, one night Dick had tracked down the Joker and killed him using the same crowbar that had been used to take Jason’s life. That moment had caused the last remnants of the teenager’s sanity to crack and splinter, secretly rigging explosive charges all throughout the Bat Cave, Dick bade farewell to his former mentor and father figure in an explosion so big it could be seen across Gotham. He didn’t need a mentor, what he needed was a team.

Red Raven had been born in the realm of Azarath, as she grew up she discovered the truth that the cosmic demon Trigon was her father. She became obsessed with understanding her demonic lineage and what power she could ascertain from it, one night during her studies the ethereal form of Trigon had appeared to her offering her unlimited power at his side. Being so young she accepted his offer without question and he had fulfilled his end of the bargain, granting her power that almost rivalled his own. In exchange Trigon was able to manifest and destroy Azarath, witnessing her world and her family obliterated by her own selfish action caused the young demoness to lose her mind, seeing Trigon as her only remaining family she pledged her loyalty to him. Trigon explained that using her powers she could open portals to other parallel worlds, and in connection to that he offered her another proposition; for every world she allowed him to conquer he would bestow upon her even greater power. It was an offer she could not accept quick enough.

Tempest and Arsenal we’re newer additions to the team, they were a few years older than any of the other members but still loyal and respectful of their leader. Tempest had once been Aqualad, protégé of Aquaman, after hearing plans from Black Manta and Aquaman to destroy the surface world in order to ensure Atlantis’ safety Tempest became concerned. He had visited the surface world numerous times and realised how much it had to offer, why destroy it when instead the world could just be conquered piece by piece? Killing Aquaman, Tempest convinced Black Manta of his plans and the two began their plan, slowly taking over small towns and cities under the name of Atlantis. The US government had decided that starting a war with Atlantis could be devastating and so allowed the Atlanteans their new land. After realising that Red Robin’s team had similar aspirations he aligned himself with them, under the name ‘Tempest’ because of the impending storm of Atlantis that would one day claim the world. Arsenal’s beginning was not unlike that of Red Robin, he had originally served Green Arrow as his sidekick Speedy but after seeing first hand Oliver Queen’s unwillingness to put an end to a problem he decided to rebel, taking up the alias of ‘Arsenal’ he began secretly working against his mentor, taking out criminals himself his own way with lethal force. Eventually Green Arrow encountered this ‘Arsenal’ and upon realising that this villain was his partner he found himself to shocked to react, tragically this pause gave Arsenal the perfect opportunity to strike. Putting an arrow straight through the eye of his former mentor, before leaving to make his own way in the world. Discovering that with the Teen Tyrants he found a place to call home in the ruthlessness of the group.

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“What is it?” Red Robin asked

“I have located the universe home to those pests, the ‘Teen Titans’” holding up a golden, bejewelled hand mirror the group watched as the screen changed to a picture of the counterpart team they had been defeated by.

Tempest snarled but quickly his face changed to a sickening smirk, “I’ve been looking forward to tearing that android apart”

Arsenal patted his friend on the shoulder with his own sadistic smile, “The green kid is mine…I’m gonna put an arrow through his head”

“My knock off is mine and mine alone” The dark haired Tamaranean commanded, after the discovery that the shapeshifter Gemini had been posing as Blackfire, the Tyrants had managed to track down where their alien powerhouse was being held and rescued her.

Putting his arm around his girlfriend’s waist he smirked, “Same goes for me, Robin is mine”

“Then I’ve got the other me” Red Raven added with a grin, “anyone got a problem with that?” The others smirked as they shook their heads, “opening the portal” she stated as she channelled her energy into her mirror, within moments a breach appeared.

Red Robin stepped forward to lead the charge, “Teen Tyrants!” he paused, a sadistic grin forming on his face “tear them apart”

The receiving end of the breach appeared in a street in the middle of the city, stepping through the team looked around to see Titans Tower off in the distance. “We’re miles away!” Tempest complained

“I’d like to you see you try and navigate a wormhole, fuckhead!” Red Raven replied angrily

“I wished to destroy their tower first, that would leave them with no place to hide!” Blackfire commented irritably

Red Robin stepped over to Blackfire and placed his hand against her face, “Be calm, my love. We’ll just destroy their city for a while until they get the message, then once we kill them…we can destroy their tower”

An intrigued smile formed on her face and she kissed the back of his hand affectionately, “I love it when you talk dirty to me” she replied with a purr.

“We could even claim their tower as our own…keep a portal open between realms and rule both worlds!” his voice sadistic and enticing

Blackfire threw herself at her boyfriend, wrapping her legs around his waist and clamping her lips to his hungrily, she moaned as he responded just as eagerly to her. Within moments their hands were all over each other, his under her top and hers snaking their way down to his pants.

Arsenal spoke up causing the couple to separate “Hey! Can you two save the fucking till we’re done here? I wanna kill some Titans!”

The demented couple smirked at their equally demented team-mate, “Killing them will make it even sweeter” Red Robin whispered into her ear, soliciting a shiver from her.

“Then let us make this quick” Blackfire replied, holding out her fist she charged a large purple starbolt and aimed it at a nearby car. Once the bolt had engulfed her fist she released it and it hurtled at the car, causing a deafening explosion. The sounds of civilian’s screaming nearby garnered a grin from the group. “This city shall fear it’s new rulers!”

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Robin huffed a sigh of boredom as he flicked through countless channels finding nothing of interest to watch. “How can there be hundreds of channels and still nothing decent to watch?” he muttered sadly.

Starfire, who was currently curled into his side with her head resting on the inside of his shoulder, gave him a sympathetic look. “Perhaps we could go up to the roof and look out at the city for a while?”

“And see what?” he replied sarcastically. He caught himself as he spoke and he smiled apologetically at the slightly hurt face of his girlfriend. “sorry…I didn’t mean that sweetheart…It’s just that-“

“You are bored” she finished for him, snuggling closer to him

“Yeah, and I get a bit antsy when I’m bored. We haven’t had an alert in over a week”

She pondered his choice of words for a moment, “You feel like an ant?”

“No, not like a literal ant” he replied with a chuckle, kissing her forehead “I mean I get a bit irritable when I’m bored”

“Ohh” she replied in understanding, “at least we have had more time to spend together”

“That’s true” he replied with an affectionate smile, “I love you, Kori”

“I am certain that I love you more, Richard” she challenged, lovingly

The sound of the alarm caused the couple to leap up in surprise, almost knocking each other to the ground. They looked around in shock, it took them a few moments to even remember what the alert was since it was been so long since they last heard it. Cyborg rushed into the main room and over to the control panel, he read the screen “Huh?!” he asked surprised.

Beast Boy and Raven soon filed into the room and the 4 attempted to read the panel over Cyborg’s shoulder, “What’s wrong? What’s the alert?” Robin asked confused

“It says, ‘Teen Titans attacking Jump City’” Cyborg read aloud

“What?!” Beast Boy asked in shock, “what does that mean, we’re all right here!”

Cyborg typed quickly into the keyboard and pulled up a video feed from one of the traffic cameras in the city. The 5 Titans gasped simultaneously as they saw their dark doppelgangers destroying cars and buildings around them. “Those guys again!?” Beast Boy asked panicked.

“They’re destroying stuff to try and get our attention”

“Well, they certainly have it” Cyborg replied with a gulp

“We need a plan, they were strong last time we fought them so we need to be prepared for them” Robin declared

Starfire concentrated on the video and noticed her doppelganger, “But I thought Blackfire was a spy working against them?”

“Maybe that’s the real Blackfire, Gemini was probably just impersonating her whilst the real Blackfire was somewhere else” Raven replied

“Well that means that they’re even stronger now” Robin declared with a sigh

“Evil Raven was the problem last time, she was really strong. We could deal with the others” Beast Boy commented

“Then we should focus our attention on her first, deal with her and then take out the others” Cyborg strategized

“Good plan. If Blackfire is as strong as Starfire then she should also be a main target, once they’re both down we can deal with the rest” Robin elaborated.

“Then myself and Raven will focus each of our counterparts together” Starfire added

“Red Raven shouldn’t be able to take out both me and Starfire together” Raven said with a nod to Starfire.

“Okay, that’s our plan then. Everyone ready?” Robin asked

The rest of the team nodded confidently, “Those chumps aren’t gonna know what hit em” Beast Boy added with a smirk.

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Blackfire smiled manically as she threw countless starbolts at the windows of buildings, watching the glass shatter and splinter as it hit the ground. People screamed for help from inside, begging for the attack to stop but it only spurred the demented Tamaranean further. Red Robin watched from the side, grinning at the power of his beloved, cheering for her as shops began to collapse from the barrage of blasts they had received. Shock filled his face as he saw a green starbolt collide with his girlfriend, causing her to stagger back a few feet.

“You will not harm anyone else!” the red haired Tamaranean yelled

Blackfire looked up from the ground and smirked in intrigue at her doppelganger, “Hello other me”

Starfire grimaced, “You will stop this Komand’r!”

Blackfire growled, “My name is Koriand’r!”

There was too many questions Starfire wanted to ask of her other self, “Regardless of whoever you are I will stop you!”

“Good luck” the dark-haired girl replied with a sickly-sweet mocking voice

Starfire growled, about ready to invert the other girl’s face with her fist until she spotted Red Raven landing next to her Tamaranean team mate. Turning to her friends, Starfire nodded at Raven as a signal and the two girls charged the red cloaked demoness, bolting past her doppelganger Starfire hurled a barrage of Starbolts at the girl forcing her to raise her shield in defence. With the distraction, Raven teleported behind Red Raven and focused a blast hitting her square in her back, Red Raven yowled in pain as she turned to block the other sorceress which in turn gave Starfire an opening.

“They’re trying to pick us off” Red Raven yelled to which Blackfire bolted in the sky to defend her team-mate. Raven attempted to grab hold of the Tamaranean with her powers but Blackfire was accelerating too fast to get a hold of.

“Watch out!” Raven called to Starfire

Blackfire grinned widely as she neared her doppelganger, she dodged the few starbolts being thrown at her with ease and angled her fist to hopefully break a few bones when her fist landed. However two of the starbolts collided in front of her causing a small puff of smoke to temporarily block her vision. When the smoke finally cleared her eyes went wide as her face was met with devastating punch from Starfire. Time seemed to stop for a second as her fist impacted and the force caused a visible shockwave to spread across the sky, and then in what was less than a few seconds the dark-haired girl had smashed into the ground, unconscious.

Red Robin watched his girlfriend plummet out of the sky and quickly ran to her side, “Kori!” he yelled in a panic.

Robin felt something stir within him, looking at his doppelganger he could see so many differences between them, his appearance, his mannerisms and most of all his attitude. But hearing the fear in his voice as he called out his beloved’s name definitely resonated within Robin as well. Because of this he ordered Beast Boy and Cyborg to hold off attacking Red Robin for a moment whilst he examined his injured girlfriend. Robin walked towards him, stopping about 20 feet in front of him and watching the worry filled face of the villain, “I’m giving you a chance, get her help, leave and don’t come back”

 “I’d take his offer, man. Else you’re gonna end up in the same state as her” Cyborg added

Red Robin looked up at them and glared, “You’ve done this to her, you’re gonna pay for it!” he screamed. Pulling out his bo-staff, he pressed a small button and a blade popped out of each end of the staff, “You’re gonna die… Arsenal, Tempest…tear em apart!” he commanded.

Arsenal and Tempest nodded with a smirk, each stalking towards Cyborg and Beast Boy leaving Red Robin to his battle.

Retracting his own staff Robin sighed, “You shouldn’t have come here” he charged Red Robin slamming his staff against his causing the red-cladded boy to be forced backwards as he blocked the attack. Taking his own swings, he found them to be easily parried and blocked, smacking his bo-staff into Red Robin’s shin the boy growled in pain. The two of them we’re pretty evenly matched but Robin had discovered his opponents flaw, his aggression, he spent too much time on the offense and not enough time on defence. Because of this Robin only had to block his opponents hits and then he could easily counter with his own, landing blow after blow on his opponent. “Your team relies on fear…you try and scare your enemies…but you don’t scare me”

“You will be scared” Red Robin growled, “we’re going to kill your little friends whilst you watch... Starfire will be the first you’ll have to watch die”

Robin growled, “You think your threats frighten me? You’re just as weak as I am, Blackfire makes you weak just as Starfire makes me weak”

“No!” Red Robin growled attempting to block Robin’s onslaught but failing, causing him to receive a hard blow to the stomach.

“You’re scared of losing her, just like I am” Robin added, swinging his bo-staff around he smacked it into his opponent’s back, forcing him to his knees. “It’s over, she needs help…so I’m going to offer you another chance…take her, leave…and never come back”

Red Robin snarled at his counterpart but looking back at his unconscious girlfriend he softened slightly and pulled out his communicator from his belt “Red Raven, Blackfire’s injured I need a portal back”

“You’re retreating?” the red sorceress asked angrily

“She’s badly hurt, open one. That’s an order!” Red Robin commanded, his voice breaking slightly from embarrassment

Red Raven dipped out of the sky to avoid Starfire and Raven’s attacks and briefly focusing her energy she re-opened the breach they used to enter.

“If you ever come back, I’ll make sure there won’t be a way home for you…or the others” Robin said in a deep threatening voice.

Red Robin walked over to Blackfire and lifted her body up bridal style, before stepping through the portal.

Hearing a series of shouts from behind him Robin dashed off to help Beast Boy and Cyborg.

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Up in the clouds Starfire and Raven zipped around like fighter jets focusing their blasts on Red Raven, the demoness desperately attempted to fight back but every action left her open to their attacks. Growling in irritation she channelled her powers at Starfire, managing to conjure a sleep spell, because of her rush she only managed to put her to sleep for 2 minutes but it was enough to begin her offense once more. Raven dove after Starfire’s plummeting form, catching her with her energy and gently floating her down to the ground. However, this gave Red Raven ample time to recover and she began attacking full force against Raven, a blast of red energy hit hard against Raven’s chest causing her to topple backwards a considerable distance and fall beneath the clouds. When Raven managed to climb back up above the clouds her eyes grew wide in horror as she saw the demoness pulling an object towards the city. A full sized, full capacity commercial airline, was being pulled from the sky and being guided down towards the heart of the city. Using all of her might Raven gripped the plane attempting to hold it still, but she could feel her grip slipping as Red Raven used more and more of her power. Raven could feel herself being drained by the massive power usage and she was beginning to succumb, suddenly the plane left his nose dive and began to tilt back towards the cloud. Raven gave a shocked gasp as she saw Starfire single-handedly tilting the plane back up to the correct angle. Letting go of her hold of the plane she took hold of Red Raven and tossed her at high velocity into the pavement below. Giving a look of relief to Starfire the two lifted the plane back above the clouds and back onto its flight path.

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It didn’t take long for the 3 Titans to overpower the 2 Tyrants, Arsenal required range to fire any of his arrows and so Beast Boy wrapping around him as a Boa Constrictor removed any chance he once had at attacking. At the same time Cyborg and Robin focused their attack on Tempest, his water abilities proved hard to counter at first but the Atlantean had underestimated the power of Robin’s belt, swirling a vortex of water around himself he attempted to use it as a shield but a small cryo-capsule colliding with the vortex froze it solid instantly as well as the Atlantean inside of it, a single blast from Cyborg’s canon left both the Tyrants unconscious. Walking over and tossing the unconscious pair through the portal, the 3 smiled as they saw Starfire and Raven land next to them, “Red Raven?” Robin asked

Starfire gestured to the incapacitated girl over her shoulder, dropping her next to the portal they all grinned at the defeated look on her face “Your team has been defeated I suggest you lea-”

Starfire was cut off as what sounded like fast approaching footsteps came from the other side of the portal, Red Raven’s eyes widened in terror. “No!” she begged, the sound seemed to only get louder “No! Please!” she continued to beg as she backed away from the portal.

The Titans looked at her unnerved, “Is something else comi-“ Robin asked but before he could finish speaking a black and blue blur blasted through the portal and instantaneously had Red Raven by the throat. She choked and gurgled as she tried to pull it’s hand off her throat but her injuries had left her energy drained.

“You have failed me…yet again” a demonic gravelly voice spoke from the demon-looking creature.

“No…only the others did” she pleaded, still attempting to struggle

It turned around and looked over the Titans, it’s face resembling that of death, piercing black eyes looked at the group with intrigue before returning to its captive “You were defeated by inferior versions of yourselves…how embarrassing”

“Who are you?” Raven asked

The creature turned to look at them once more, dropping Red Raven to the floor and fully turning to face them. It’s suit similarly resembled that of the flash, even having the lightning bolt symbol on the chest but the normal vibrant red had been replaced by a pitch-black hue. It’s mask resembled some sort of execution mask, even having the slits in the mouth piece to allow breathing. Small sparks of blue lightning arced around the dark speedster to signify its power. Stepping towards the group they all continued to look unnerved by its presence, in less than a second it had zipped over to Robin and hoisted him up by his shirt, glaring into his eyes it laughed “You are their leader, how did you win?”

“Who are you?” Raven asked again, growing irritated

“Zoom” it replied as if its name was some prestigious title

“Put him down!” Starfire commanded stepping up to the speedster

It chuckled in its low and gravelly voice, letting go of Robin it stepped over to Starfire and pushed its face down to be level with Starfire’s “Or…what?” it asked her “what could any of you do to me?”

A small blast in its back caused the speedster to stagger forwards, it turned around angrily and looked at the terrified face of Red Raven. “I’m powerful enough to fight you” she said, her confidence failing

It laughed once more “No…” zipping forwards it lifted her up once more “…you’re not” it finished ramming it’s vibrating hand into her chest. The Titans watched in horror as the life drained from the struggling girl’s eyes and then just as quickly Zoom tossed the girl’s body through the breach.

“If they cannot kill you… then I will” Zoom declared

Robin reached down to his belt and pressed a small button, in less than 5 seconds a yellow blur arrived behind Zoom

“I don’t know who you are but you missed Halloween by a few months buddy” Kid Flash said mockingly

Zoom turned at an unnaturally fast speed, “Wallace West”

The mocking look disappeared from Kid Flash’s face, “I don’t know how you know that but you’re going down regardless” charging the black suited speedster with a punch he found his hand caught in mid-air before he had even properly thrown it. Trying again with a barrage of punches, Zoom caught every single one with the palm of one of his hands. Wally became unnerved and sprinted around the speedster attempting to find a weak point that he could land hits but he found himself terrified as Zoom was turning in perfect time so that his eyes always lined up with Wally’s. Breaking out of his circle Wally dashed down the street further in the city.

Zoom laughed maniacally as he bolted after the yellow suited speedster, he was toying with Wally like how a cat toys with it’s prey before it kills it. Zoom would always stay a few feet behind him regardless of his superior speed, Wally began taking sharp turns down roads and even running along the side of a building to attempt to tire the speed demon out but Zoom matched his pace no matter the circumstance. Eventually Zoom sped up and ran alongside Wally grinning at the weaker speedster. Wally could feel himself beginning to tire and he stopped in the back alley of a street, “What do you want?” he asked, exhausted.

“A challenge” Zoom spoke with a laugh

“You already know you’re faster than me…” Wally replied weakly

“I am faster than you, but you can be much faster”

“You’re wrong?...I haven’t got any fast in years…”

“It’s because you hold yourself back, you are holding yourself back from power”

“You don’t know me!” Wally screamed

Zoom laughed deeply, “I know you very well”, reaching behind his head and pulling the leather mask from his face he grinned at Wally.

Wally stared in horror at the face in front of him…his own face, a few years older but still so much alike “H-how?”

“I embraced my power…you squander it to be part of a team” Zoom replied

“I use my power to help people! To help Barry!” Wally replied indignantly

“And what reward do you get for this help? Most the world labels you as a vigilante. Barry Allen is weak…he is faster than you but he too squanders his abilities, using his powers he could have been a god but he chose not to. That’s why in my world I took that opportunity from him”

Wally looked horrified, “You-you killed him?”

“I discovered an ability, one that even surpasses Barry. The ability to drain others of their speed”

“So…you stole Barry’s speed?” Wally asked in shock

“I drained him of every ounce of speed-force in his body…leaving him as a statue. A fate worse than death most would assume” Zoom replied, his tone made it sound like it was a fond memory he was recalling.

“You’re a monster!” Wally screamed

“And you could be one as well” Zoom replied with a sickening smirk, “I can show you how to siphon speed, to give yourself immense power”

“Draining an innocent person of their speed-force…Barry was a good man and you killed him. I would never listen to a monster like you…”

Zoom grew angry, snarling at Wally “I have been to many Earths, met many other Wally Wests and drained them of their speed as well…are you sure you want to be the next?”

“I’d rather die than be like you” Wally spat

Zoom put his mask back on and glared at his younger doppelganger, “So be it”

Wally bolted as fast as he could along any streets, Zoom following close behind him, cackling every time he would catch up to Wally. Wally tried to focus, he needed to think of a plan he could call Barry but if Zoom was able to beat the Barry Allen of his earth then Wally couldn’t risk him draining this Earth’s Flash. He could hear his communicator ringing and he tapped a small button near his ear, “Robin”

“Are you okay?” Robin asked concerned, “Is Zoom still after you?”

“Yeah” Wally replied anxiously, “he can drain speed-force”

“Oh god” Robin replied miserably

“Can Raven channel knockout spell on him or something?” Wally asked desperatley

“Yes, but he would need to be distracted and standing still” Robin answered for Raven

“Okay, get her to come to the corner of Charles St. I’m gonna try and distract him”

“On it” Robin replied quickly

Picking up the pace, he was glad that Zoom was still attempting to toy with him. Seeing Charles St he bolted towards the corner and pretended to trip over the curb causing him to stumble to the ground. Grabbing his foot, he held as if he had broken his ankle “Ahh” he screamed in pain

Zoom slowed down and began to stalk around Wally like a lion stalking about a wounded zebra, finally the dark speedster stopped and squatted down next to him “So weak…I see now why you couldn’t be like me…I am an exception in the multiverse” as he continued to mock the injured Wally, Raven stood on a rooftop nearby casting her incantation on him. He felt himself being overtook by exhaustion and he struggled to stay awake, Raven continued to chant the spell as much as she could whilst the dark speedster continued to fight it. A speedster’s healing properties and metabolism meant that he was recovering from the infliction even whilst she was casting it, he spotted her and laughed “It won’t stop me!” he shouted.

Wally climbed to his feet and stood in front of Zoom, “It doesn’t need to stop you…just to slow you down” Wally focused his energy and began to run around Zoom in a counter clockwise formation, after a few moments the blue lightning from Zoom began to arc to Wally’s body and each bolt caused his speed to increase. Zoom screamed in anguish as he felt his speed being siphoned quickly away from him, attempting to stop Wally he reached his arm out forwards to grab it but soon the arm remained stationery, just as the rest of Zoom’s body was. After a few more moments Wally stopped and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, he felt like a monster for what he had done but in his head, he knew it’s what he needed to do. That monster had to be stopped…

“Wally” Robin shouted as Starfire carried him to his friend, “are you alright?” he asked immediately

“Yeah” Wally replied sadly

“What did you to him?” Robin asked in confusion as he looked at the statue like pose of Zoom

“I discovered I can drain speed-force, so I drained his to stop him” Wally answered, his tone still guilty

“You had to stop him somehow” Robin replied supportively, “how did you know that you could drain speed-force?”

“Because he can…” Wally replied, climbing to his feet he walked over to Zoom and pulled the leather mask from his face.

The other Titans stood in shock as they looked at their friend’s doppelganger, “You’re Zoom?” Beast Boy asked nervously

“A version of me…he killed Barry and stole his speed, that’s how he was so fast”

“If you have siphoned off Zoom’s speed…does that mean it is yours now, Wally?” Starfire asked

“I guess so…I do feel faster. Maybe I should tell Barry about this whole ‘siphoning power’ thing, I think he’d wanna know about it”

“Is he still alive?” Raven asked, examining Zoom

“I don’t know, Zoom said it was a ‘fate worse than death’…I think he might be still alive…” Wally replied

“Then it is a fate well deserved for his actions” Starfire declared, “if he has done this to others then this shall be his punishment”

“What are we gonna do with him? I mean like, what if he gets out of there somehow?” Cyborg asked anxiously

“Throw him back through the portal…the Tyrants can deal with him if he ever gets out” Robin answered, turning to Raven “Is there any way you could stop them from coming back here again? Like take this universe off the map or something?”

“I might be able to create barriers to block off our universe. I think I’ll block of theirs as well…just to be safe” she replied with a small smile.

The End

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Author’s Notes:

Another exceedingly long story, I’ve been wanting to write this for almost a year now and with today being Tyrant themed I thought it was a perfect time to do so.

Really hope you enjoyed it!

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