#(un)leash the beast
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also it's mel's wriggling day today! make sure to keep wil away from the stove
Odarem: "So we heard. Really think we wouldn't find out about this, Autumn?"
Snow: "Hopefully she will like our gifts."
Odarem: "I already told Wil that we had the baking part of things covered, so don't worry about that."
#odarem speaks#snow speaks#(un)leash the beast#afallatmak#autumn#my art#snow art#odarem art#okay dont look at this too hard I drew this so so fast bc I have to do smthng but I wanted to doodle for the occasion#and also ftr the actual cake they made for her is was better than this doodle jshakfdf
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they're only pretty recently acquainted! he's closer to her friend than mel herself, but they're still friends!
actually that reminded me, oda wanted to know if you would help mel bake something for her friend's "slut party" :) she's not very uh. experienced in the kitchen let's just say
"They are probably still closer than Odarem and I, given that our relationship is purely carnal as it is now."
"He wants me to bake with Melina for a... 'Slut party'? Is that really something worth celebrating? I know many who go by this title at my places of work."
"Ah, I mean, I would be happy to guide her in baking... I am just surprised by all of this information."
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AVA spoilers below
I don’t think Victim actually knows any of the other sticks. Given the weird interaction he had with the I doubt he know much if anything at all about Alan’s other creations.
First off are his interactions with Chosen. I wrote off the capturing Chosen by any means possibly as Victim either seeing him as a threat to himself and all the sticks around him. However that’s clearly not the case.
During the fight scene I initially thought that victim was power envious. That the reason he trapped and beat up Chosen was because Chosen was everything he couldn’t be. Chosen had strength, powers, and even the chance to live a free life. However, Victim had none of those things, he was a punching bag until he got discarded with little to no regard to his life. I also like the current idea that is floating around that Victim suffers from chronic pain and fatigue due to his deletion as his initial un-enhanced hits didn’t even seem to phase Chosen. Now that could be because Chosen is on another level but I think if he got punched by any of the color gang he would at least react more than he did there.
But back on topic, while I still think part of the reason Victims beat up Chosen rather than talking to him first was due to jealousy I think there’s a bit more there. Another part of the puzzle could be psychology. Victim has been shown time and time again to be smart, after all it appears to be the only thing keeping him anywhere near a level playing field with the other sticks. So having been exposed to the mindset of the strong beat the weak it would be logical that he would assume that Victim saw Chosen and assumed Alan freed him because Chosen was strong enough to earn their creators respect. As such he would still assume that they would be on good terms and possibly see each other as equals. So when first introducing himself to Chosen he want to show that he was stronger than him so that Chosen would respect him and listen to his demand.
However, it’s clear that Victim has no concept of the nature of Chosen and Alan’s relationship. He assume Alan sent Chosen to this world which is why he demanded to know where Alan was. Before he placed the VR goggles onto Chosen’s head he had no clue about how Alan helped Chosen fight Dark. Just as he didn’t know about Second’s powers or the color gangs abilities.
Despite the fact that the color gang are popular enough to be shown on T.V. In this world Victim has no clue about anything that happened after his death. He likely just saw Chosen using his powers one day and recognized Alan’s handy work. Basically he’s flying into this fight completely blind. So if he actually plans on taking Alan out he’ll need something more substantial than what he’s used so far, which is likely where the pencil comes in. It has a power akin to a creator when paired with the right person. If they were able to control it they would probably be able to beat Alan given that Second briefly succeed in that very task when he was first created.
Also just a side note: I think Victim treated Chosen as he would have treated all of his alias. First off he removed Chosen’s powers and beat him down until he couldn’t fight anymore (Victim). He leashed him and attempted to use a whip to control and tame him (BEAST). And he hunted down and interrogated Chosen like he was a criminal (Killer). I don’t think that was intentional just thought it was interesting.
#animation vs animator#ava#ava chosen one#ava victim#ava second coming#ava orange#ava yellow#ava green#ava blue#ava red#ava alan becker#spoilers
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Love how you draw Fwhip with such a goblin gremlin cat like energy
RJCIBEUDNJSK
Girls when they go feral
It's me and over ur Fwhip design
hes a little beast to me i want to un leash him and let him skitter around the dog park Free as can Be
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Okay okay!
Getting Este a leash is obviously fernandos idea. You get back home one weekend and he’s sat in the corner with a chain coming down from his collar. You give nando a look and he just smirks. “Poor thing couldn’t keep up with me so I had to change that”. You make Este keep it attached to his collar so if you’re not leading him around it’s making noises on the floor. Which is brilliant because it means he has to polish it even more so the metal scratches don’t show.
And lance baby master! A couple of times he goes too far and actually makes este bleed. Which este doesn’t mind but you can tell he’s in pain and bleeding is out of the limits. So you kick Lance to the floor and tell him to clean the blood. He tries to defy you so Fernando slaps him and tells him to obey. The defiance also warrants him a spanking and you even let este give him a spank although this is pathetically light (to which nando tells him off for as it’s mean to be a punishment)
But as time goes on you get the perfect dynamic. You rule everyone, what you say goes. You set chores, rules, etc etc. Fernando is the best at degradation and enforcing the rules. Lance finally learns the balance and is the most sadistic. Even when having sex he makes it hard and rough and is so ruthless. Esteban loves all the sides of his masters.
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Okay, I am adding the rest of the connected asks here!
This is just too good! There are points I agree with and some that I don’t so let’s get into it! 🐉, you have outdone yourself!
Este would be so happy with his leash!! Like, he would be obsessed with being led around because he cannot make a wrong move while being led and he physically has to follow you!
Baby master Lance is not always in control of his impulses, silly little thing. Este might be a slave but he is still your property and harming that property like that is plain disrespectful to you. So you have to punish Lance, maybe even harsher than Este because Lance doesn’t know how to just lay there and take his punishment. Este giving him a feather-light spank is so funny to me because he feels very humiliated since Este is supposed to be the slave! I think that’d hurt his ego enough for him to be careful next time (he doesn’t learn his lesson).
I love to imagine Lance as a little beast to be tamed among you and Este as the little punching bag in this dynamic. I think you would be the most protective of Este, though, because essentially his mind and body belong to you and the other two are just granted some rights on him.
About the broken bone, I kind of disagree because I am against pushing slaves too much, to a point that threatens their bodily integrity. So I’ll twist this into something sweeter if you don’t mind.
I think it would be Lance’s fault. Lance, who doesn’t learn from his punishments, forces Este especially too far after Este accidentally spilled something on Lance and broke Este’s leg. Now I think this should cause an absolute turn of tables. You would give Este a break and let him lay lazily between your legs, only doing light jobs like eating you out. I think he would deserve to be treated nicely until he recovers.
However, I really want to see a change of roles for Lance because what he did actually put Este in danger, therefore, he should take Este’s place during his recovery.
Lance would hate it so much! The reason why he hates punishment so much that he thinks he is already above that and ready to be a master but this experience would humble him so well?? Fernando, who takes pleasure in taming people, would enjoy training Lance so much!!
I don’t think you would need to gag Este that often because he knows when to speak and when to shut up very well. But why not just see him struggle? You order him to remind you of something at a certain hour and you gag him? He gets very distressed when he is unable to comply because he thinks he is being bad and useless?? Poor Este would be in tears by the time you un-gag him!
#sub!esteban ocon#dom!fernando alonso#dom!reader#dom!lance stroll#switch!lance stroll#💥#answered asks#🐉#nsfw.#⛓
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July 23, 1922
The Katzenjammer Kids by Harold Knerr
TOP PANEL
[ID: The Kids are set adrift on an ice flow in some Arctic ocean. Fritz lights a campfire and warms his hands while Hans holds the reins of a polar bear he's managed to leash with a rope. The bear paddles to panel right. /end]
Hans: Atta boy, Alexander! Ve soon get to Africa vare der climate iss more varmer!
MAIN COMIC
[ID: The crew of Long John Silver's ship and the Katzenjammers look over the side of the ship into the waters. A lone polar bear floats by on an ice floe. John's sailors are lowered down in a lifeboat with a harpoon. /end]
Captain: Chimminy! Dot boy vould make a dod-gasted fine rug for der parlor!
Long John: The boys are gonna grab him!
Fritz: Iss it a bolar bear?
Hans: It looks more like a mockingboid!
[ID: The sailors hogtie the polar bear and bring it up on deck, where it lies dripping wet and furious. The rest of the crew admires the captive beast as the Kids walk off together, laughing and planning something. /end]
Captain: Dot's vot I call dum-goozled good bizness! To-night, it gifs plum duff for eferyvun!
Sailor: He wuz a tough customer!
Long John: Tie him up below an' we'll skin him tomorrow!
Bear: Gr-r-r-r!
[ID: Mama sits in her room below deck, happily sewing a patch into a handkerchief. The Kids sneak off behind her, dragging a polar bear skin rug behind them. /end]
Mama: Iss you studying your jomography like I said it?
Hans: Ve chust came in to get der book!
Fritz: Ve vant to see if der South Polar iss vest or east uf der North Poler!
[ID: The polar bear seems to escape from below deck, scaring the wits out of Long John and the sailor currently manning the wheel. Look closely, though, and we can see the legs of the Kids underneath the bear's belly. /end]
Bear: Gr-r-r-rump!
Sailor: Jumpin' gee-whilikens!
Long John: Holy mackerel!
[ID: The Kids reveal themselves under the bearskin rug. Long John laughs heartily while his crewmate perches warily atop the wheel. /end]
Fritz: It's only us!
Hans: Chust try it vunce on Der Captain und vatch him get a fit!
Sailor: Well, I'll be jig-swiggled!
Long John: Haw! Haw! Haw! That's a good 'un an' ye can lay to that!
[ID: The Kids help the steering sailor into the bearskin rug as Long John gleefully walks off. /end]
Hans: Don't forget to say "Gr-r-r," ven he comes!
Fritz: You should say it mit a Spinish accent!
Sailor: It'll be a good 'un on old whiskers!
Long John: I'll get the old boy on deck!
[ID: Long John leads Der Captain and der Inspector up on deck, where they're horrified to see what they think is a polar bear steering the ship. The Kids giggle as they run off in the background. /end]
Bear: Gr-r-r-r-oo-oof!
Captain: Hellup! Fetch quick der gun, Chon!
Long John: Hee! Hee! Har!
[ID: The sailor, laughing, reveals himself. Der Captain and der Inspector give him the stink eye while John stifles giggles. /end]
Sailor: Har! Har! Har! Just a little kiddin', Cap!
Captain: Say! Did I maybe bring a ding-goozled, empty noodle joke-maker on der cruise? Stop it, or it gifs a punch in der jaw!
Long John: The ol' boy's sore!
[ID: The Kids lean in through portholes in the side of the room where the real polar bear is tied up. Fritz chats with the growling bear as Hans cuts his leash with a knife. /end]
Hans: Alexander, der vorld iss yours!
Fritz: Tomorrow, maybe you vill be a rug! But to-day, if you iss smart, you iss better as a pair uf kinks!
Bear: Gr-r-r-r-r!
[ID: John, der Inspector and der Captain sit around a card table, smoking cigars and playing cards. They turn around and glare at the polar bear as it stalks into the game room. /end]
Long John: Cut that out an' get back on deck!
Inspector: Iss ve playing Pinochle or chust hafing a conwention?
Captain: Dod-rot my binnacles! Am I der Captain uf dis dum-foozled ship or ain'd it?
Bear: Gr-r-r-r!
[ID: Der Captain takes the ashtray where his still-smoking cigar sits and hits the bear over the head with it. /end]
Inspector: Cut ouid der conwersation und play cards!
Captain: Vunce for all und all for vunce, cut ouid der monkey bizness und stay on der gum-svoggled deck!
[ID: Der Captain, badly bruised with some fresh growing lumps atop his head and his clothes torn to shreds, perches atop the mast of the ship, angrily glaring at the deck below. Seabirds sail through the sky on either side of him as the sun sets. /end]
Sailor #1: All right, Cap! We got 'im!
Sailor #2: You kin come down! He's tied up!
Captain: Und NOW it gifs a moider!
#newspaper comics#vintage#history#1922#the katzenjammer kids#harold knerr#transcript available#1920s#bear attack#polar bear#where the hell do the Katzenjammers live that they have to go through the Arctic Circle to get to Africa anyway?#seafarer#sailing
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I'm high key intimidated by people who are well disciplined and show great self-control because I'm the opposite. I'm like an animal but not in the cool sense like a creature or a beast or whatever but more like an un-leashed, un-trained dog? Lmao. 😔
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APOSTOLIC CRAVING - APOSTOLIC CRAVING (YOU!) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1225302211-apostolic-craving-you?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=jamesagalgano&wp_originator=8GoOGCOW9zUNBBTq%2BxipI%2FYv9pBPCyv1LcOxzcvkbZ3miYGd9UmBO3MtzLENMlJsgoxQeEQvCgMRHy%2Bwzl2XKjZmg20DV01PcYgfswkprtTNzsAnPXquIrj4Fh3o%2FsCU Apostolic craving By james a. galgano Who am I un- forgiven along path often driven Upon road often un-forgiven once upon a time Within whose piled up rubble one found only trouble There tears echoed like stubble upon mirrored decline Into and out of some octopus swirl often n beneath all rubble Now or never I never hear your words or rhyme inside of me Long beside of me kiss me for sure I wish told me more or less Within confessional I will now forever confess to some foolish priest Dragging upon some pastor's eternal leash upon some loving beast Longing more than what one was never after beneath life's foolish rafter Clinging above where shadows creep like eternal lies crying out loud To every storm cloud beneath or above where all our dreams forever lie Who are we but left alone to cry to the winds drifting toward us tonight Where we find ourselves now each and every delight of which we speak Into mirrors without reflection without direction we surrender to the meek
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I wanna know more about you're (Un)Leashed AU
Well! First things first is that werewolves are rather magical creatures. Why they turn in the full moon is for the goddess who's magic burns in them.
Being a werewolf is actually supposed to be a blessing instead of a curse like most stories.
Now, onto the shifting.
The full moon helps release magic build up that comes with the whole "turn into a powerful beast" and is a day where adults would help pups work their primal magic along with seeking refuge with their goddess.
This is actually because the full moon is part of being a werewolf, a night where they would run and accompany their goddess through her hunts.
It's a whole culture.
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Moving On (Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader)
Title: Moving On (Yandere Sesshoumaru x Reader)
Synopsis: Request: Anonymous said: Yandere shessomaru with your prompt genius # 13 please? [“I didn’t quite hear that, care to repeat yourself?]
Sesshoumaru stared down at you with the impassive, disdainful gaze that you’ve come to be far too familiar with over the past few months. As far as you could tell, it was his standard expression--it didn’t change much, except perhaps on occasion when the young girl who traveled with him, Rin, said something particularly silly. There was even a ghost of a smile, once, after an incident involving Rin, Jaken, and a very unamused fish; but when he’d seen you watching him, mouth almost gaping, he’d immediately frowned.
But unless you were deliberately trying to anger him--and you hadn’t done so in a long time, lessons learned, lessons learned-- it was always the same gaze. As if you were something annoying--curious, perhaps, but annoying all the same.
You glanced up from the sash you were mending, small, meticulous stitches giving you something to focus on; you used to hate needlework, repairs or otherwise, but that was before you needed something like the consistency of stitches helped you feel calm, grounded. He was still staring.
“Yes, lord Sesshoumaru?” You said, finally, keeping your eyes trained on the ground. It had taken weeks for you to overcome the humiliation of referring to him as ‘lord,’ this thing, this demon who kidnapped you from your village and kept you around for reasons you’ve never quite understood. Even now, the phrase was practically spit from your lips like poison or rotten fruit.
Silence.
You looked up, finally, daring to hold his gaze for longer than a moment. You hated the way he made you feel, especially on the occasions when you were alone. Something about his expression made you feel… less-than.
“Is there something you need, my lord?” you said, barely able to hide your ever-simmering frustration--with him, with your situation, even with yourself.
“We’re moving on to another camp.”
“What about Rin and Jaken?”
You normally walked with them, or sometimes Sesshoumaru ordered you up on the strange two-headed beast that Rin liked to call ‘A-Un.’ Sesshoumaru always stayed ahead, sometimes far ahead, leaving you blissfully free from his suffocating presence. After a while, you didn’t mind Rin, or even Jaken; especially when he’d started trusting you enough to undo the rope that leashed you to A-Un like a dog.
He ignored your question and stared down at you, seemingly waiting for you to obey the implicit command: get your things and start moving.
You were used to this--it wouldn’t be the first time he treated your questions (or, in the earliest days, your pleading to be let free) with quiet disdain. But the humiliation of being treated like a servant, an object to be bossed around, never lessened.
The idea of traveling without Rin, or even Jaken--condescending and pompous as he was--as a barrier between you and the demon lord who’d kidnapped you was… not a pleasant one.
“You could at least answer my questions,” you said, your voice trembling a little despite your efforts to keep calm. “Lord Sesshoumaru,” you added quickly.
You dared to look up again, and you could swear his impassive gaze was different. Just a little. Whether it was more or less annoyed than usual was not something you could determine.
“I’ve sent them ahead” he said, finally, before turning away. He began to walk as he spoke. “Keep up. I’m not waiting around all day.”
So you would be alone with him… for how long, you wondered? A day? A night? Would you have to sleep near him, instead of next to Rin as you’ve grown accustomed? The thought made your stomach feel tight.
“If I’m so slow, why don’t you let me walk alone,” you mumbled, staring down at your hands, only half-conscious that you were speaking out loud as you fiddled with a ruined stitch.
“I didn’t quite hear that.” Sesshoumaru stopped in his tracks. You recognized your mistake at once when he turned his head, slightly, not bothering to turn all the way around. “Care to repeat yourself?”
“Nothing,” you whispered. “I didn’t say anything, my lord.”
He turned back and walked on, leaving you to scoop up your mending and meager possessions into your cloth bag and follow after him on unsteady feet.
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you can call me either or!
but on the topic of names if you and snow ever fused together like in dragonball z would you be called snowda maybe?
"I think I've gotten attached to Autumn, so we'll stick with that one for now."
"I have to admit, it's been a while since I've been asked a question that peculiar... but our names do kinda go together, huh? That's cute, though, I'll have to tell him about it-- he'd probably be charmed."
"Maybe I'll write that on the bottom of a selfie we take together sometime."
"Of course, he doesn't usually call me by parts of my name, so it wouldn't have been my first thought."
#odarem speaks#afallatmak#autumn#(un)leash the beast#damn should i just change their tag.. how do you beat snowda its so cute..#TY LIN <3
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oh no she feels the same way about you! she could never hate you, platonically or not!
sort of related, but it turns out one of her friends is a friend of one of your flings! odarem? is that true you slept together?
"I am happy to hear it. I would be very sad should she ever have a reason to dislike me so."
"Mhm, I know Odarem. He has let me... indulge in certain things with him, now and then. I, unfortunately, do not see him often."
"I was unaware he and Melina were acquainted."
#snow speaks#afallatmak#snow/oda#i cant believe they need a tag.... hmm.. maybe#(un)leash the beast#yeah sure
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regular crazy
I keep it on a leash
When I go out.
There is some distance
Between me and the beast
At any given moment.
It cries and coos at certain
Moments and with specific
Energy but I know better
Than to let it wander too
Far away.
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I walk the crazy back to
Its habitat, where it can
Be free to room and ask
Questions better left un-
Answered. To paw and
Ponder. i take no pride
In this, watching an animal
Seek to strive to be better.
-rb.xyz
#poetry#poem#writing#spilled ink#twcpoetry#writerscreed#abstractcommunity#poeticstories#poets on tumblr#poets corner
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Weekly Recap | May 4-10
if there’s any author I haven’t tagged and your know their url, please comment and let me know! :)
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💙 Baby, you could be the death of me by SinpaiCasanova (Werewolf Steve, ABO AU | 8K | Explicit): It’s strange for him to consider that fate or the universe–whatever is driving this compulsion, really–needs Bucky here for some reason or another, but he’s passed by these woods at least a thousand times before on his way into town, and each time his eyes drifted toward the trees, his heart would give a restless tug against his ribs like an excited dog on a leash. Eventually, the call became too much for him to ignore, and so here he is, surrendering himself to the woods and praying like hell that he doesn’t end up in the belly of a beast by daylight.
Exes and Doughs by maximoffs (Canon divergent | 12K | Teen): Captain America could have decided to walk into any donut shop on that Tuesday afternoon, but he had to walk into Bucky’s. OR (to the tune of Taylor Swift's "You Belong With Me"): He's a donut-maker and Steve's on the Avengers ♬ OR: Bucky Barnes, ex-assassin-turned-donut-chef, gets a visit from his ex-boyfriend-turned-protector-of-the-People, Captain America.
helpless (i'm helpless) by princessoftheworlds/ @princess-of-the-worlds (Canon divergent, Actor Bucky | 29K | Teen): The Sokovian Accords were created right after the Battle of New York. It's 2017, and the Avengers are stuck under the UN's thumb. Captain Steve Rogers is mostly retired and doesn't protest when Tony drags him out to a movie premiere. Out on the red carpet, he bumps into Oscar-nominated actor James Barnes and falls so hard that Tumblr and Twitter won't stop shipping them. It's 2017, and the Winter Soldier can't stand idly by while his city falls into ruins from the rampant crime, the Avengers made practically useless. He just doesn't expect to run into Nomad in a back alley.
Heartache (I Miss You) by makkerkines (ABO AU | 5,4K | Teen): Eventually, the smell forces Bucky's hand.The scent of new omega mixed with the leather, pine and patriotic sense of duty that is one Steven Grant Rogers, lingers on his best friend. And Bucky hates it.
where enough is not the same it was before by voxofthevoid/ @voxofthevoid (Post-Endgame, canon-divergent | 7K | Explicit): Steve has always wanted to defile his office.
WIP
💙 A Matter of Trust by chicklette/ @chicklette (Singer Bucky, Fake relationship | 2/13 | 6,7K | Explicit): At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Well, one of them anyway. He’s a man who’s given up on finding joy in his life, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he’d have probably found a way to quit the world a long time ago. Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is, other than some musician his mom liked a lot.
Re-read
I'll hold on a little tighter (maybe you'll stay the night) by glittercake (Office romance | 10K | Explicit): "No strings. I ain't got time for strings." Steve murmurs. Bucky nods helplessly. "Be discreet." Steve continues kissing his neck and talking, now also rubbing and squeezing his thigh. "Condoms, always. Back out anytime you want. And sweetheart—" "Hm?" Bucky hums in a delirious daze as Steve works all the way down to his collarbone and bites, making Bucky jolt forward. "I like it rough, don't do it any other way. If that ain't your thing, we gotta call it off right now."
💙 haha, jk by relenafanel/ @relenafanel (Modern AU, Friends to Lovers | 13K | Teen): Bucky learns to never say never when it comes to the effect his best friend can have. (A tale of Not Unrequited Love)
The one where Bucky says "I love you," and Steve says "That's okay." by chicklette/ @chicklette (Shrunkyclunks | 3,2K | Mature): I have this angsty head Canon about a world-weary Cap dating a younger, earnest bucky and things going disastrously wrong when Bucky wakes up one morning and says “I love you” and Cap is like, uh, “that’s ok.”
💙 To the One I've Sinned Against by Dira Sudis (dsudis)/ @dsudis (Post-WS | 20K | Explicit): He knelt, touched his fingers to forehead, chest, left shoulder, right, and said more words than the soldier could ever remember speaking together. They came in a well-worn fluent rush, easier than any post-mission report: "Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been a long time since my last confession."
💙 some days i (wish that i wasn't myself) by notcaycepollard/ @notcaycepollard, Roga (Evanstan, Famous/Non-Famous | 6K | Mature): The problem, Seb never meant to say out loud, has always been that if he got Chris Evans’ dick in his mouth it would definitely end up making the story.
#stucky#stucky fic#stucky fanfic#stucky fanfiction#stucky fic rec#weekly recap#evanstan fic#evanstan fanfic#evanstan fanfiction
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No. 03 - Nothing Left To Lose - Part I
Whumptober Prompt No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY
Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint
The reversal of the Snap added 3.5 billion people back to Earth’s population. 3.5 billion more people to house somewhere, 3.5 billion mouths to be fed, 3.5 billion people who return to a world that was not expecting them to ever come back.
In the aftermath of the victory over Thanos, Peter Parker finds himself in a bit of a situation. Instead of helping the "little guy", what is he supposed to do when the "little guys" start helping themselves to the property of others. Tony finds out that his billionaire status doesn't really help that particular situation.
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I'm using my own Fix-it to Endgame "Like You'd Know How It Works" as a basis for the timeline, though the prompt will work fine without having read that story. The important part is, that Tony's not dead.
Baseline: 2 weeks after Tony is brought back from the multiverse.
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People never did tell you what it would feel like to come back from the dead. Possibly because people had very little experience with things like that. The odd person being found after they had gone missing for a long time, maybe even been presumed dead, that was one thing. Something like that might happen from time to time. But full-on coming-back-from-the-dead? Well, Tony had always been a pioneer when it came to living through the weirdest shit.
To be fair, to him it wasn't a resurrection per se. He hadn't been dead after all, just his other-dimensional self. Well, just... And the other version of him remained quite dead still, thank you very much, and in all honesty, he wasn't anywhere close to being cool with all that yet. Possibly ever. So there was no way he'd let that big brain of his even start to muse over what was basically his corpse that lay buried not too far off their house. Chances were, he'd never be cool with thinking about that part. So, he didn't. Didn't think about it. Didn't talk about it. Just waiting for it to go away. Which it would. In a few years. 50, give or take.
He rubbed both hands across his face, an active effort for his brain to change the channel. He was supposed to be paying attention to the furry beasts in front of him.
"Seriously, Gerald, you're acting as if it wasn't in your best interest to keep your neck un-wrung. Fluffy, Tiny, let's go."
Gerald didn't like the barn. He was used to grazing wherever and whenever he wanted, nobody's schedule to follow. A free spirit after Tony's own taste. But there was a reason why their stock had grown from one fairly independent alpaca to a flock of three. Damn poachers. Or rogue hunters. Something along those lines, he hadn't inquired in that much detail. They had decimated the two herds in the near-by village, only Gerald's new barn-mates had been able to flee.
And apparently, the Stark's had expanded their life-saving services to the community's life stock now. Well, Pepper had decided they would and Tony wasn't going to question whatever it was that made Pepper happy, not any time soon. His family was the only thing that mattered now. Not the village's life-stock-politics, not any kind of politics. He had retired from everything that didn't directly involve making the people he loved forget about that little death-mishap.
Tony grimaced to himself. Semi-officially retired at least. Yes, in the long run, he was likely to consult for the team and there was always Peter's neighborhood-avenging to support. He'd never leave the Spiderling hanging, no pun intended. But right now, there was some healing he had to supervise. Emotional healing that could only be done with lots of hugs and kisses. With hot chocolate by the fire and glasses of cold wine by the lake. With breakfast in bed and comfy afternoon board game sessions. With nights spent sitting next to his kids' beds, for their benefit of course, not just his own. That was why he had come back with his little protegee after all. For them. And Tony would do whatever it would take, even if it involved wangling three alpacas at once.
Those very alpacas who were very reluctant to move into the barn. Even with how remote the cabin lay, they weren't safe outside anymore, not with the sun slowly setting in the west. But all the pulling on Gerald's head-collar just didn't get him moving, not until Pepper took pity on her dear husband and lent a hand. While she was pulling on the leash, Tony was pushing against the stubborn buck's backside. Alpacas didn't usually tend to kick with their hind legs. That was horses... right?
He groaned, rolling his stiff neck from one side to the other as the gate clicked shut behind Pepper. "Remind me again... Why did we agree to this?"
Pepper didn't bother to send him a scolding look as she wrapped the security seal around the gate's locking mechanism. "Because we're good neighbors?"
"We are?" He smelled like damp fur. When did wet fur and barn animals become his life? "Since when exactly? Was there a house meeting? Did I miss it?"
"Mh... do you need a reminder of the process of negotiation?" She took a step towards him, one hand in his shirt pulling him close against her, their lips almost close enough to touch. "You smell like wet alpaca."
He pulled in an affronted gasp. The hand that was still holding his shirt pushed him away from her, her lips stretched wide in amusement. "Come on, Cesar. Maybe I'll remind you after a hot shower."
"Hey!" He followed after her. "Cesar? Really? First of all, Gerald is not a dog, second... how about during the hot shower?" He had caught up with her, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. "I could think of a couple of other things that—"
"Boss." Tony froze as FRIDAY's voice rang in his earpiece. "Captain Rogers is on the line."
"Oh, but whyyy?" He cringed, not just because it was evident from Pepper's face that whatever road that moment had been leading them down on, was gone. Replaced by the kind of dread he was supposed to shield her from.
"He is asking to speak to you. Immediately."
As Tony groaned again, Pepper blew out a shaky breath. "Everything okay?"
He only pulled a frown as he told FRIDAY to put the man through and didn't bother with any niceties. "What's going on?"
"We need you." Rogers' voice was low and solemn.
"Excuse me? I'm retired." The nonchalant quip was second nature to him but he couldn't deny that the Captain's voice gave him the creeps.
Pepper stepped a little closer and whispered a pained "No!", worry radiating off her like someone had flipped a switch.
"Yeah, we don't really have time for that right now, Tony." Rogers seemed even less inclined to take Tony's demeanor in stride than he usually was. "It's your pet project."
Deep down, Tony had suspected something like this. They knew not to call him for anything but this. "What happened?"
"He's in the middle of a bit of a situation. You need to get here. Now."
"Tony, what's going on?" The way Pepper's hand curled painfully tight around his wrist, she seemed to instinctively know what was up.
There should be a process, how he made those decisions. There should be but in all honestly, it was likely redundant since there was no question as to what he would do if the kid was in trouble. Whenever the kid was in trouble. He didn't hesitate, not even for a second thought. "I'm sorry, honey." He pressed a kiss on Pepper's cheek - any light-hearted banter about alpaca-smell forgotten - as he tapped the nano housing unit hidden underneath his shirt.
"Gotta make sure the kid's safe." He pried Pepper's fingers off his arm. "I'm sorry, honey."
The thrusters engaged before Pepper could draw a breath to argue. He was so retired. He was so retired and they all knew that. It could only mean one thing: the kid was in deep shit.
His heart was racing. This shouldn't even be happening. The kid... he had given the kid the best protection anyone could imagine. The Iron Spider had held up against the ugly purple Grape. Nothing on Earth could... he swallowed hard. He had just been back for a couple of weeks. He was just getting some normalcy back. His family.
Time seemed to crawl by as he shot across the New York sky. The route took him straight to the coordinates that FRIDAY had extracted from Peter's suit. Tony had sent out a call to the kid. When Peter didn't answer he sent out another. This one Peter rejected outright. Still too far out to access the team's comms, Tony and his thoughts had another couple of minutes to imagine the worst until they finally arrived in Queens.
The location was a rather unremarkable looking warehouse, some windows smashed, a couple of doors off its hinges. A little more prominent was the number of police cars parked around the property. There were at least 12 of them, more sirens approaching from the distance. None of them attempted to intervene or even talk to him after the suit had touched ground within the police's perimeter and he made to walk into the building. The picture that presented itself in front of him didn't match what Tony had been expecting. Not in a good way. In fact, it came very close to giving him a heart attack that was going to get in the way of all the supervised healing he still had to do.
Rogers and Barnes in full Super-Soldier outfits stood opposite his boy. His boy had his back turned toward his teammates and stood smack in the middle between them and a whole group of people, their faces mostly covered with scarfs or other contraptions. Some of them were frozen, eyes wide as they were staring at the Avengers in front of them. Others behind them were quietly emptying the shelves of the warehouse. Boxes upon boxes were ripped open and their content vanished in backpacks and large carrier bags. One of the looters however had a very tight grip on a middle-aged dude, a handgun pressed against the man's temple.
Tony froze where he stood, still hidden in the shadows of the entryway.
"...and I get that." Peter's arms were stretched wide. One in front of him at the crowd of people, the other towards Rogers and Barnes like he was urging them to stay back. "This is just not the way to do it, okay?"
With a pressing need for more information, Tony's eyes roamed across the warehouse. Besides the guy on his knees with the gun to his head, a few more people - he counted 10 of them - had been cuffed to three of the large storage shelves. Only a couple of people were standing guard over them. Most of the other intruders were busy stuffing their bags with everything they could— Food. It had just dawned on Tony what was stored within this facility. Canned goods and boxes of what looked like pasta, beans, or rice. These people were stealing food.
"You get it? You don't get anything!" It wasn't the guy screaming those words, just someone else in the crowd, a young woman. "When's the last time you had a warm meal, huh? We came back to nothing!"
"You have every right to be angry." The kid had turned a little away from the hostage, his arm still signaling for calmness. "Coming back to this was a shock. For me too, okay? But this... you don't want to do this. Just... just take the food and you can let him go, okay? This isn't you!" Tony's eyes shot back towards his Spiderling, frowning. "This is— hey... stop! Don't!"
The guy with the gun was pulling on the hostage's shirt, forcing him to balance himself a little more upright on his knees, squirming in his hold.
Rogers had shuffled a little closer. "You don't want to do anything rash now, son."
"Fuck off, traitor," the man spat back at the Captain.
"Stop, just..." Peter's eyes were still on the hostage and his abductor. "I told you to leave, Captain! You're not helping!"
"Spider-Man—" Rogers was interrupted, Peter's voice echoing off the warehouse walls.
"I said, leave!" The boy almost seemed to be panting.
"FRI," Tony whispered inaudible to anyone else because of his suit. "Vitals on the kid."
His heart rate was high, unnaturally high for Peter even during a mission. A close-up provided by FRIDAY confirmed that the boy's hands were positively shaking.
"I can help you, okay?" The kid swallowed hard. "I know that you wouldn't do this if you didn't have to. I can help you and I will, but you have to let this man go. Please."
The group's leader turned from Rogers back to the boy. "You don't know shit about what we want! People are dying because of this jackass! Because of people like him!"
The guy's eyes had found Tony and that seemed to be his cue to advance out of the shadows.
"What the fuck is this, Robin Hood?" Eyes still studying the scene in front of him, a murmur went through the crowd.
Peter spun around, his spider-eyes wide as he looked straight at Tony. "No, no, no, no, no!" He mumbled, his voice echoing in Tony's earpiece.
"You know I can still hear you on the comms, right?" Tony shook his head, sticking to the team-only communication himself now. "Kid... what the fuck is going on?"
"It's... it's fine." Peter's head spun back and forth between Tony and the looters. "Just go home. I got it all under control!"
Tony kept his eyes on the kid, fighting the urge to step any closer. "The dude over there has a gun pointed at this other dude's head. Nothing about this looks like anything's under control. Can we just..." Tony dipped his head to the corner of the room.
"How about I drop, erm..." Peter swallowed hard, still looking back and forth between Tony and the ongoing hostage situation. "I can just drop by when I'm done with all this, okay?"
"How about no?" Tony made a face even though behind the face-plate, it was only for his own benefit. "How about you web this dude up and get some actual control of the situation instead?"
"I got this!" Peter's voice walked a tight rope between urgency and badly suppressed panic. "Just go home, Tony! Please, please just leave!"
There wasn't much that could stun Tony Stark at this point, but an outright dismissal by his intern slash mentee would do it. "Excuse me, did you just—"
"Get the fuck away from us!" Tony's eyes shifted to the looters behind the kid, the guy with the gun was getting antsy. "This is none of your business!"
To Tony's right still a little ahead of him, Rogers inched a step closer to the scene. "Let's just stay calm and figure this thing out, hm?"
"S-stay back!" Another guy from the crowd of looters stepped a little closer toward the main action. He, too, was holding a gun though his arm was dangling loosely next to his body. At a closer look, Tony could spot quite a few weapons, shotguns, knives, and bats in the hands of everyone not currently ransacking those shelves. The group was made up out of a variety of different people, young and old, he could even see some children stuffing tote bags in the back. It was starting to dawn on him, why neither Peter nor the two Super-Soldier's to Tony's right had jumped in guns blazing, not yet.
A whole group of seemingly normal people brought their children to loot this warehouse for all the food they could carry. All of a sudden, the decimated numbers of his neighbor’s alpaca flock left him with a different kind of headache. There seemed to be more to this than he was presently privy to.
Tony cleared his throat, speaking to the whole room. "Unless you want to eat this dude, too, how about we talk about some of your demands, hm? Find a compromise everyone is happy with and nobody gets hurt over?"
For a second, the man's gun twitched towards Tony before he pressed it back against the temple of the man kneeling in front of him. "Shut the fuck up, you murderer."
Ouch. Tony pursed his lips. He hadn't heard that one in a long time.
"Hey!" Peter stepped closer to the crowd, clearly an attempt to shield Tony from their view. "Watch your fucking mouth, asshole."
His jaw popped open and Tony was quick to make an abortive motion towards Rogers and Barnes to stop them from advancing like the kid had done. This was escalating quickly.
"Of course, you're protecting your sugar daddy, you insect. You stopped being a hero when you started wearing this guy's fancy suits. You don't give a shit about us! You haven't in a long time!"
The Spiderling flinched back from the open hatred spewed at him. "I... that's not..." He shook his head, pulling in deep breaths. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? I want to help. We can still all walk away from this."
"Hurt us?" The young woman's voice from before was shaking but still rang harshly through the otherwise quiet building. "We haven't eaten in 2 weeks! We have no place to stay, nowhere safe to sleep!" She pointed a hand at the man on his knees in front of her accomplice. "People like him are selling the little food that is left in the city for 10 times the regular price. We have no money! Nobody helps us!"
"We're here to help now, young lady." Rogers' deep voice always rang with such sincerity, they could only hope it would convince at least some of them. "What you're doing right now is not going to help you!"
"You're not helping us, you want to help him." She pointed at the man on his knees in front of them. "You care more about his property than about the fact that we're starving!"
"Right now," Barnes' low growl surprised Tony more than most of the things happening around them. "We care more about the gun that your buddy there is pointing at the man's head, darling."
"I'm not your darling, jackass!" She spat at Barnes.
"Stop. Stop this." Peter sounded almost scared. "Please."
"He doesn't deserve this kind of money." She barked out before her eyes landed on Tony. "Nobody does."
Tony's eyes stuck with the young woman, his mind racing. Money... was that what they wanted the guy for? His money or plain revenge... maybe a little bit of both. Time to find out what their priorities were.
"You want to take all this out on someone, huh? Alright, Let's do that. How about you let the civilian go and take this up with a bigger fish, hm?"
"No." Peter spun around. "What are you doing? Don’t!"
Tony got a step closer, his focus shifting back to the man that was the group's apparent leader.
To Tony's undeniable satisfaction, the guy's feet shuffled back a couple of inches though his eyes never strayed from Tony. "While you're hiding behind your tin can?"
He had expected as much and his hand was ready to fly up and tap the nano-housing unit. Jaw set, his PR mask in place, the nanites retract just enough for Tony to exit the suit, leaving his armor behind him but still perfectly ready to engage if necessary.
"Stop!" Peter's voice was far from strong now, only a panicky high-pitched squeak. "Mr. Stark, don't!"
Rogers was next to Tony with a couple of long strides, his voice low. "What do you think you're doing?"
Tony cleared his throat before he dragged his gaze away from the looters towards the Captain. "Hostage negotiations?"
"Put that suit back on!" Rogers growled next to him. "That's not why I asked you here."
"You asked me to help." Tony was holding his hands up just below his shoulders, fingers spread wide. "So, I'm helping."
Roger's chest was heaving with deep long breaths. "Getting yourself killed is not helping, Tony."
"I'm not getting myself killed." He had his eyes still steeled on the group leader, careful not to be caught off guard by a trigger-happy hippie. "I'm taking a calculated risk."
"No, you're not." The Captain's hand shot out, holding Tony back with a strong grasp on his arm. "If anyone will be offered up to trade places it—"
"I don't think your bank account will be as attractive to them as mine," Tony hissed. "No offense, Capsicle." He pulled his arm free from Rogers' hold and advanced a few more steps before the kid could get a hold of him. "So, here I am. Let this dude go."
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dangerous steps | morelia & orobas
Location: Haxian and Orobas’ Building
Featuring: Morelia, @morelias; Haxian (Orobas’ Master), and Orobas
Set up: Haxian, frustrated with Lydia's fae nonsense, decides to lock his progeny inside a coffin and threatens to leave him there for a decade. Orobas doesn't want to 'deal' with Lydia yet, enjoying the push and pull, and wants to savor the kill later, but Haxian wants a quicker result. Convincing his Master to let him out takes finesse. Morelia finds out while Orobas text her inside the coffin explaining and convinces herself that he's buried underground for good. She comes with Zeus to figure out what's going on and meets Haxian.
Both anger and annoyance could be seen in Morelia’s face as she strolled towards Orobas’ place, not paying much attention to the gentle tug of Zeus’ leash when he got distracted to smell things on the sidewalk. Realistically speaking, if it was true that he’d be buried for a whole decade, it wouldn’t really mean much; she wasn’t even on her third century yet, meaning that she had lots of decades to wait for him to be un-mummified. But Morelia couldn’t imagine herself being ruled over by another, letting them do whatever they wanted with her and not being able to refuse; and thinking of Orobas like that left a bitter taste on her mouth. She hated the idea, but she really had started to worry a lot about him. Shaking the thought once she arrived, Morelia stood tall outside of his house, pursed lips and narrowed eyes decorating her face. If she were a coffin, where would she be buried? Looking down at the dog who had decided to sit on her left foot, she kneeled, scratched the top of his head, and started glancing around the front yard, looking for either a hole or fresh dirt.
Orobas had gotten out of the coffin after a lot of convincing to Haxian. Though the coffin was closed and still in the ground partially covered. He knew, their relationship was difficult to understand or accept to outsiders, and was one of the many reasons why he simply stuck by his side over branching out too far. Haxian’s mind was changing, his moods different, everything about him shifting as his body transformed further and further into an Elder. Orobas didn’t mind, he was around Elder’s often in his life, Haxian knows many across Asia and parts of Europe, but there was something about Haxian’s behavior lately that was actually settling on Orobas in weird curiousness.
“Are you jealous of Morelia?” Orobas asked, dressed in funeral attire from having laid in the coffin in it. Haxian, with his graying skin, and denser bones along his one young, human face rolled his eyes at him.
“No,” came the response, and Orobas cocked a brow. “Are you sure about that?”
“I said no,” Haxian glared over, and Orobas slipped his phone in his jacket pocket after not getting a response back from Morelia.
“Is it Bloodhaven? White Crest? Who?” Orobas pushed on, and Haxian pinched his brow bone like a disgruntled father. Orobas leaned against the counter in their messy kitchen.
“I told you I’d deal with Lydia. She likely has friends though, so I can’t imagine there isn’t another layer of price to pay afterwards. I want to see her cry again--” Orobas mused, rubbing his lips with his thumb.
“It’s not worth losing you over,” Haxian admitted, and Orobas glanced over at his master with surprise.
“So it’s not jealousy it’s concern?” Orobas asked.
Haxian glanced out the window, but didn’t say that he saw someone out there. Haxian continued, “The fae have always been your weakness. You like their games too much.”
Orobas chuckled. “Even with my own kind they sometimes get sensitive to the idea of hating humans, but not the fae, they always have this layer of hate that is so fun to see.”
Haxian kept looking out the window, before commenting “,and Morelia? Is it just fun?”
Taking a deep breath, Morelia scratched Zeus a bit more, looking down at him. What a dumb dog. She’d thought that maybe he’d be more helpful in finding a hole, especially if it smelled like Orobas, but it seemed like she had overestimated her furry companion. Morelia stood up and started walking around the apparently empty house towards the backyard, Zeus silently walking beside her, and wondered if Haxian was anywhere nearby. She was yet to meet him again, and the memory of his face from all that time ago was blurry, not picturing more than a rather young face for someone who was over five hundred years old. Still, the anger towards him hadn’t faded in the slightest, and despite all the warnings, she wasn’t scared either. If anything, in her eyes the in-process elder vampire was yet another helicopter parent looking after its offspring (or, well, if you could call turned vampires that) just like all the fae she’d seen in her early years, forbidding the younger nymphs to live a life outside the Aos sí, following their rules, and all that nonsense she never understood. The anger and bitterness just increased, but both her mind and body came to a halt when she found the half filled hole. Goddess, time to ruin her manicure.
Orobas pondered the question, mind lingering on his night with her and found himself smiling without realizing it. He didn’t know what he was feeling, and didn’t quite care to define it yet. Certain emotions were very confusing for him, they didn’t make sense or felt difficult to define. But it wasn’t just fun-- that much was certain. Haxian snorted and spoke in Korean. “Ridiculous.” Orobas rolled his head and looked back at his master with a raised brow.
“What is?” he walked over and saw Morelia out the window far below with Zeus in hand. “Oh--” he was surprised, she had said she was coming, but he had also been enjoying her frustration and was teasing her quite a bit.
Haxian was looking at his profile keenly. “Stay here,” he ordered, and the old creature walked towards the elevator and took ti down towards the trespassing pair.
A disgusted look decorating Morelia’s face as she jumped in the hole, and Zeus started whimpering as he couldn’t follow. She hesitated for a moment before her hands started digging. “Orobas?” She half said, half whispered, wondering if he could hear her down there. Morelia wasn’t against getting her hands dirty, but this was a completely different context that she was absolutely hating. A very loud groan left her lips when she caught a glimpse of the coffin.
“I swear to the Goddess if I break a nail because of this...” She didn’t continue her threat, though, partly because there wouldn’t be any other consequence other than her being mad, and partly because she suddenly couldn’t hear her dog anymore. Stopping, she sighed, slowly standing. “Zeus, don’t wander---” Her breath caught in her throat when she saw a man gently petting the rottweiler’s head. His face was vaguely familiar, and she unconsciously took a step away from where he was standing, her eyes moving from the vampire to the dog, and then back to the vampire. “... Haxian.”
Orobas listened, but did watch from the window. This felt odd, was he going to kill her? Would Orobas stop him? Likely--
The once young looking boy she saw before in the tavern in the south was gone. Haxian’s blood red eyes and batlike features drew a frightening appearance next to his lazy stance. The dog sweet, slobbery, and cute and Haxian was content with its presence immensely. “Morelia,” he said with a songlike tone, though carried hints of threat with the calling of her name. Fingers longer than humans, and with dense nails blackened slightly on the tips scratched behind Zeus ears. “What exactly are you doing here?”
The sight in front of her made her heart wild inside her chest, and despite knowing that the vampire could definitely hear it, Morelia stood tall, a cold look in her eyes as she composed herself after her initial reaction. Orobas’ words about his change resonated in her mind, and if Haxian was half as dangerous as he looked, then it made sense now why he had warned her so much. Cautiously, she brushed her hands against each other to clean the dirt, before crossing her arms. “I am… looking for Orobas.” He was supposed to tell you, she almost added, but decided that throwing him under the bus wasn’t a good decision. It felt weird being literally looking up to him, but she was too proud to let him watch her struggle to leave the hole. “I see you met my dog already.”
Haxian thought she was dressed quite lovely per usual, though her fingers, knees, and elbows would carry dirt and grime from her climb in and out. He had to admit they had an aesthetic about them when they stood side by side, but Haxian would never forget her glee all those years ago watching his progeny enjoy himself in a slaughter. It had only ever been the two of them to have such fun, though others trickled in, it never mattered to Orobas. He always waved them off, not caring about the time spent or the time passed. But he always talked about her. Wanting to find her, desiring to see if she wished to come along with them. Haxian’ features remained unchanged as his mind swirled with frustrations, and jealousy. Why wasn’t he enough lately? What was this town doing to Orobas? “Looking for him and getting into the dirt in search of him are two different things.” He reached down, offering her his hand. “Come out of there.”
As she had read humans say online, Morelia felt like a clown. It took every ounce of energy and patience in her to not look down at the barely visible coffin and curse Orobas for not telling her he wasn’t buried anymore. “I had reasons to believe he was down here, but I suppose I was wrong.” After closing her eyes for a moment to take a deep, calming breath, the fae reluctantly took the offered hand, the resemblance to a beast impossible to ignore now that it was presented next to her face. Her hands fixed the short skirt of her dress as Zeus perked up and moved closer to her, nose pressed against her left knee as he sniffed in curiosity, before she looked up to him, taking in his features under the dim moonlight. Despite everything, the little humanity left in him mixed with what could be described as demon-like was tragically beautiful, and she wondered if he would’ve taken Orobas’ place had they met under different circumstances, in a different time. Arms crossed, Morelia pursed her lips. “Is he around?”
His hand lingered in hers, feeling the pulse at the connection, the fae not as warm as humans, but ever alive with their slow, calm heartbeats. Haxian’s dead stare didn’t fake a blink, or twitch of muscle, this statue of marble and dead flesh that held an air of monstrosity and sadness if one were to look closer. Haxian had a feeling he knew what was happening here, but it was something he had been so sure could not exist in Orobas. “He was,” Haxian said, “I may put him back. I told him you probably wouldn’t come and yet you are here. It’s strange to me.” His hand lifted-- “Curious,” Haxian looked down towards Morelia. “I’m still deciding on the matters. Do come in then. I’d like to sit with Zeus and,” Haxian made towards the back entrance and towards an elevator. ��I’d like to speak more with you.”
Both her eyes narrowed at the mention of a second burial, the annoyance and anger Morelia had felt as she walked there suddenly came back, but nothing showed except from a slight twitch on one of her eyebrows. If Morelia wanted this to be a fruitful encounter- or at least a civil one, she needed to push at least a quarter of her pride inside; not just for Orobas’ behalf, but for her own safety. “I told him I would come. Fae keeping their promises is not strange at all.” Before following him, she walked back to where she had dropped the dog’s leash, swiftly picking it up and attaching it back to Zeus’ vest. It pained her to admit that the rottweiler’s presence was probably the only thing keeping Haxian from snapping her neck, or even worse - that maybe he would do it anyways once they made it up to the loft. Yet, she followed him inside the elevator, her eyes fixated on the only visible figure on the small mirrored wall - herself. She considered dropping her glamour, but decided she could do that later. As far as she knew, Haxian didn’t know what kind of fae she was exactly. “What would you like to discuss?”
The elevator chimed in the abandoned office building being late at night. During the day, this place had people in suits walking in and out all day. He stepped in, and leaned against the wall. The music played a cheerful tune, making the close quarters quite awkward. Haxian thought deeply about that question, so many things he wanted to demand, but as they rose up towards the penthouse he didn’t respond right away. Did she promise bound Orobas? Why did he keep talking about her? How did she remember him from so long ago? How much longer does she have to live? Who is her teacher-- and are they to be a concerned for them? Was this some elaborate Fae game to get between them? Weakened him? No, it’s nothing like that is it? That would be easy, this is worse.
Between the music and the lack of answer, Morelia could only shift awkwardly in her spot, waiting. It was a relief not having to answer anything, but the fact that he had claimed he wanted to talk and then proceed to remain silent was shady and, if she might add, scary. Her fingers mindlessly tightened around Zeus’ leash, the sound of his tail hitting the floor as he shook it the only thing that kept her mind from exploring all the possible ways Haxian could end her life.
The doors opened and Orobas was sitting on the couch and glanced up from his phone. Ever perfected in visual, a smile immediately stretched on his lips at seeing them. “My two favorite people riding an elevator together. What a sight,” his voice couldn’t hide the strain in it, just hidden under false pretense. He was starving and Haxian knew that and brought the one person in town that-- well. Orobas realized what his master was doing. Why he was so calm, and Orobas gritted his teeth. Haxian ignored him and gestured her in.
The sound of Orobas’ voice after the door opened made the corners of her mouth twitch, a warm smile threatening to appear but she held it back, easily noticing that something was off – the tension could be easily cut with the knife attached to her thigh. But it was obviously missed by the dog, and Morelia let go of the leash before he even had the chance to pull, running towards the vampire and jumping on the couch next to him, whimpering as he headbutted him, asking for rubs.
“Morelia was digging you out of the ground,” Haxian offhandedly said, then inquired with seriousness. “What would happen if both of you were locked away in the coffin together? As a Fae would you cease to exist? Just perish? How does death work for your kind?” Haxian’s cruelness surfaced easily, and Orobas didn’t even bother with it, getting up to get some water and a soft rag to clean her fingers with.
Her mouth opened to let out a sarcastic remark about someone forgetting to give her the memo, but all intentions were shut down as soon as his question hit her. Death wasn’t a subject that made Morelia uncomfortable, instead finding his question downright rude, and her eyes flashed for a second in annoyance. “I suppose you could say every living being ceases to exist, depending on your view on death.” The dog followed Orobas like he was his owner instead of the fae, and Morelia slowly made her way towards the couch Orobas had been sitting, an obnoxious smile now decorating her face. “I could talk all night about how different fae species die depending on the cause. We don’t always leave a corpse, if that’s what you meant to ask.”
Orobas pet Zeus with a scratch behind the ears, and gave him a treat from a small little jar usually reserved for the parade of pets that came through Bloodhaven. A damp, clean rag in hand he came back to the couch and took her hands in his own, situating close and paying Haxian no damn mind. Each finger was gently cleaned, and Orobas’ mind was fuzzy around the edges, distracted with the delicate beautiful hands in his own.
Her eyes followed Orobas as he walked back to her, letting him take her hands and softly clean them. It felt strange, but in a good sense. It had been centuries since someone had taken care of her, even it it was a small thing such as taking dirt off her hands. William’s face quickly appeared in her line of sight, as if his ghost had suddenly shown up to this little meeting to taunt her, and Morelia had to softly shake her head to make him leave. Growing attached to someone hadn’t been on her plans when she moved to White Crest, at least to someone who wasn’t her dog.
Haxian stood in the middle of the room, casting long shadows from the few lights on in the open space. The moon was bright, creating pinpoint beams through the skylights. He was watching them, not saying anything more. Orobas knew not eating came with a variety of issues for his kind, but he always hit a very rare sentimental phase before he grew starved and violent. His thoughts were scattered right now and Haxian was in a bad mood tonight, and it wasn’t ever the best to get on his masters bad side, especially one who seemed… Orobas met his gaze as if something clicked. What is it?
I don’t like them. Haxian said within his mind. Orobas leaned back, setting the rag on the coffee table and closed his eyes while he spoke. All his body ached gently, a burn in the back of his throat.
“Hmm, More, you have to understand Haxian is very mad at me,” Orobas said calmly, “he’s justifying me getting you involved with a solution that still fits his plans. Sticking us together in that coffin would solve his angst with my decisions lately, and also risk me going crazy in there and killing you.” Orobas watched Zeus walk over to Haxian and plop down like out of all of them the Elder Vampire was the one who needed the most comfort. Orobas glanced sideways at Morelia. “Not happening-- he’d have to put me in there with you in pieces. I’d not going willingly.”
The silent stare-off had her feeling even more awkward considering her thoughts, and she shifted on her seat uncomfortably, gaze moving so she was now staring at Zeus. Traitor dog, she thought, before Orobas’ last sentence took her off her trance.
Hearing that Haxian wanted to have them kill each other wasn’t exactly a surprise to Morelia - she had guessed long ago that he wanted to kill her, but she still looked up to him with an arched eyebrow, curious eyes landing on Haxian. “Oh?” She knew she was walking on thin ice, and despite her eerily calm facade, her heartbeat had sped up, both in fear and excitement. She let out a harmonious laugh to hide the fact that she was picking her next words carefully, before looking at the vampire sitting next to her, one hand landing on his leg. “Now, now, there’s no need to get defensive over a hypothetical scenario that will never take place.” With a small squeeze, she looked back at Haxian, eyes slightly narrowed. “I know you two have gotten well acquainted with what happens when you threaten the life of a fae. None of us want that to happen again, don’t we?”
Orobas laughed at Morelia’s words, not in mock. It came out of him in a chuckled hum, that stretched his lips into a closed mouth smile as he closed his eyes again, tucking the back of his head on the couch. “But it’s so fun, to walk that line. What entertainment for an immortal--” The touch along his thigh was nice, and he could almost humor letting his mind shut down. Orobas thoroughly enjoyed her sharp, brave-- if a little stupid towards his master-- words. She didn’t back down, and it was one of many things he liked about her company. The Fae, they could speak so well, this dance of words, so precisely picked that it truly their weapon of choice. Though, Orobas wasn’t oblivious to the the real threat in the room, his master’s energy was jealous, angry, and dangerous right now. If he wanted to put them in a coffin together, throw them in the ocean-- Orobas wasn’t sure what they could possibly do about it. They could fight, he’s battled against Haxian many times and always lost before, now that he was transforming-- hmm. “Morelia, do you want some pie?” he asked with a singsong tone. “We have almost twenty in the fridge, all in different states or done.”
“Pie?” The obvious change of subject caught her by surprise, the tone in her voice showing that, and Morelia looked over at Orobas. Why on earth did they have so many pies? As far as she knew, vampires needed food even less than she did, so were they meant, perhaps for his dolls? “What can of filling do they have? Some human food can make me… somewhat ill.” Most fruits were rich on iron after all, and though it usually meant a bad stomach ache, sometimes it could put her on bed rest for several days. Still, the pie conversation hadn’t drifted her mind away from the threat that seemed to be enjoying Zeus’ company. Orobas had been right: it did look like the dog was putting Haxian in… well, definitely not a good mood, but he definitely didn’t look ready to murder her like he had five minutes ago. Morelia couldn’t get but feel slightly anxious, however, especially since his arm was wrapped around the animal’s head while he unknowingly licked him, and her eyes showed it. It was hard to keep her eyes away from him for too long - not because of his looks, but because she couldn’t shake the idea that the second she grew careless, one of them would drop dead.
Haxian looked at the two sitting on the couch, so close their legs brushed, her hand on his leg, and it was a visual he was accustomed too. Orobas wasn’t someone who was shy about having his blood dolls close to him when he fed, but her words, the wit, the look, flamed coals in his stomach as possessive, and to another creature who believed through his soul that Orobas was his found it infuriating. Orobas was relaxed even knowing his mood, and the old creature realized why with a sudden plop of a heavy dog on his foot, tongue out and looking up with watery eyes and cute faces for a pet. The house has been filled with humans this last week making pies, the scents of which were still embedded in the home. There had been laughter here too, and the blood dolls started a playful fight with Orobas that could actually be labeled as cute to himself, and now, there was a dog here, and a woman-- a woman who fit very easily by his progenies side. Haxian sat down with an elegant drop, crossing his legs, and wrapping his arms around the dogs shoulders who licked his face. Not saying anything more, which was what he usually did, use to speaking to Orobas only for so long in his mind.
“Rather than pie, I think we should get you something to eat.” It felt strange, for once, not being able to relax in Orobas’ presence. Morelia had fought at first, trying to rationalize it as something merely physical and perhaps a little primal, purely based on their first meeting so many decades ago; but even now she had to admit that there was something there, and if Haxian even tried to do anything to the vampire sitting next to her… Her jaw clenched at the idea, her hand imitating her tension and unconsciously squeezed Orobas’ leg. “I would offer myself but alas, I’m shy.” Her eyes landed on Haxian’s once more. “Would you mind if I took him out for a bite? Zeus would love to spend some time with you alone.”
Do you not see this? Haxian’s voice echoed in his mind and Orobas cracked open his eyes and looked at Morelia, but was distracted by her beautiful profile immediately. She was nervous, easily enough to pick up on with the tightened grip, and the energy of her worrying giving way in small ticks, and Orobas wasn’t sure he liked that on her. Stop making her like this. He said back to Haxian who’s hand froze on Zeus head.
Orobas rose up, and offered his hand to her. Then reached down for the leash so he could also take Zeus. Haxian let go of the dog with a slow release then was gone from sight in a flutter of bats that swooshed up and towards the loft. Orobas starred where his master had just sat for a few seconds, and knew what that look meant for him. That this all was far from being over, but Haxian, luckily, even at over five hundred was always a child. Being turned so young, letting Orobas do all the killing, and being a brat even now was something Orobas had to deal with since the beginning. He handed the leash to Morelia.
“I’ll let you take some pie home, Lydia gave me the task of making a perfect one. It’s taking some time, I’ll get it.” His eyes burned red, kissing her cheek. “Mhm. Let me kill someone special tonight for you? I’ll let you pick whomever, dear.” He snicker, and offered his elbow.
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