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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 100

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Keith was an arsehole. He was being a grumpy arsehole, and he knew it. Shiro had taken to raising his hands in surrender and double checking before creeping out his room. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t want to be a cranky arsehole, but his arm fucking hurt. He didn’t like that Lance had to clean him up. Showering made him fucking yip. He’d come up in a web of bruises, he stupid leg looked messed up. Lance fussed over him without letting show how his moodiness was hurting him. Setting him up on the sofa, his grazed leg was elevated, a pillow under his ankle that rested on the coffee table. Clothing was too much effort, his boyfriend “helped” him with his underwear and his shirt. Keith could work his own fucking shirt and underwear. He wasn’t crippled. He was grazed... and cranky.

In the kitchen Lance was cooking. He’d shopped online, sent Shiro out to collect, then went on a bloody cooking frenzy. Keith wasn’t allowed to help. Kosmo was loving the attention. Lance “accidentally” occasionally dropping little treats. They weren’t really an accident, double not when he’d tell Kosmo to sit before rewarding him. Kosmo was skitzing out over having Lance there. He was running around the apartment, barking and jumping up on the sofa for pats, before taking off again. Keith felt brain dead. Bored to tears... and not allowed to work.

Hearing the kettle click, Keith perked up in the hopes of coffee... then Lance carried the kettle over to the pot he had on the stove, whisking the hot water in. What a waste. That hot water could have been another cup of coffee. He’d only had three...

“Aren’t you done yet? And can I have another coffee?”

“I’ve done a enough meals for like two weeks for you and Shiro. There’s different ones. This is for dessert tonight. Don’t tell Hunk, but I prefer custard powder to making egg custard”

That didn’t answer the coffee question. Lance was acting like a housemaid. They’d told each other they loved each other, and now Lance had cleaned the whole fucking apartment up. Aired it... Taken up permanently residency in the kitchen while the washing was in the machine. He was still in his boxers and shirt, if he was going to walk around looking sexy, he could at least be over snuggling Keith and looking sexy

“Do we need dessert tonight?”

“I’m making extra. Coran’s going to bring over some blood, so I thought I’d send some dessert back for him and Allura. And some for Mami...”

Apparently they needed dessert... Lance paid for all the ingredients, then tried to pay Shiro for the fuel he’d used picking them up. He’d been up before him to make breakfast and hadn’t stopped since

“You’re making me dizzy watching you”

“Well, once all the prep is done we won’t have to cook properly for a couple of days... that means more cuddle time”

“So you’re using your worry to be constructive?”

“Pretty much. You’re supposed to be resting”

“I’m grazed...”

“And I’m panicked. I need to work through this, so my head shuts up about nearly losing you”

Keith huffed. They’d had sexy times and cuddles, Lance was alright until the shower

“You didn’t nearly lose me”

Lance sighed dramatically

“Tell that to my fucking anxiety”

“I am. And you. Can I please have another coffee? I need it to keep up with you”

Lance laughed. He should be over cuddled into Keith laughing, not in the kitchen

“Yep. As soon as I’m done whisking this. I’ve got lunch ready too, and a roast ready for dinner”

“You do know Shiro has work right? That he won’t be here for dinner?”

“That’s why I’ll place his in the fridge for when he gets the chance. I’m making dinner for you... and me... but for us... because, you know, I blew my romantic evening by telling you I love you last night and stuff”

Well. Fuck. He couldn’t be grumpy with Lance when he was going to this much trouble

“Shouldn’t I be helping?”

“Nope. Your job is to rest and recover”

Aaaaand now he was grumpy again

“I’m sick of resting. I don’t even know what I’m watching anymore”

“Do you want your laptop or your phone?”

“Can I have my camera?”

“As long as you’re not planning on walking in around on that leg”

“Where am I supposed to be walking too?”

“I don’t know, but I know you’re terrible at sitting still”

He was. They both knew he was. Lance had fussed when he’d wanted to go to the bathroom unsupervised

“That’s because I’m bored”

“And cranky. Don’t forget your cranky”

“Thanks, babe. Like I totally needed reminding”

Lance shrugged. He was acting worse than when Keith fell off the roof... Lance needed to destress... maybe he could him into his lap and distract him into sitting still... or at least staying in his lap for half an hour without running off... that seemed a good plan to him. They had the whole place to themselves

“Happy to help. Okay. My custard is whisked. I’ll get that coffee and your camera now”

Managing to get Lance into his lap when Lance brought his red camera and laptop over, his boyfriend ignored his subtle hints. Keith had started tugging on Lance’s earlobe when the washing machine rang out and Lance was off again. He was going to have to be proactive about this. Proactive and provocative.

Taking the risk and getting off the sofa, he put Kosmo in Shiro’s room, before hobbling back to the sofa and shimmying off his boxers, and cringing as he stripped his shirt. Trying to lay “sexily” across the sofa, it was either bad side down and in pain, or bad side up and bandages showing. On his back, he looked a bit lame, dick half hard, and too long for the sofa... drawing a knee up, he failed at looking casual. Trying to roll, he was semi stuck to the sofa...

“Um... what are you doing?”

Caught in the act, Keith sighed in defeat with a heavy blush in his cheeks. His boyfriend standing over the end of the sofa staring down at him

“Trying to look sexy... but I’m not sure I got it right”

Lance pursed his lips, the bastard shaking

“Stop laughing”

“I’m sorry! But babe... you look like you’re constipated and you’re...”

“Fuck you”

“I’m sorry... I should have noticed when you were trying to get my attention”

“You could have said something”

“I thought you were squirming because you were uncomfortable. Not because you’re frustrated and horny”

Keith huffed. His plan had failed. He’d failed to be sexy

“Forget it. You didn’t need to fucking laugh. I feel stupid enough as it is”

Lance’s smile fell completely

“No, no. Hey. I would love nothing more than to get dicked down by you”

“But?”

“But I don’t think the sofa is the best environment with how uncomfortable you look”

“I was trying to look sexy”

“You are sexy... even when you’re constipated. Why don’t we head to your bedroom?”

“Because...”

There was something naughty about doing it on the sofa that his mind had fixated on. All he’d wanted was Lance to sit down, but his dick had taken hold of this thought and now he just wanted to fuck his boyfriend on the sofa... and he kind of wanted to watch Lance sit on the coffee table and prep himself like he’d prepped himself with his fingers last night

“... I kind wanna do it here”

“You know Coran’s coming over later”

“Yep”

“And you’re feeling horny enough that you wanna do it now?”

“Pretty much”

“With the risk of getting caught”

“Yep”

“This is a terrible plan, Keith Kogane... I’ll check the door’s locked”

“Or you could leave it unlocked and join me down here...”

Lance swallowed hard, nodding quickly

“Or I could do that...”

“Mmm... now come down here”

Keith wouldn’t admit that Lance was right about the sofa being a poor choice. He wanted Lance under him, but his stupid leg didn’t it like... His dick might have been up, but it took a while to finally get into, around the pain and discomfort. He felt pretty defeated. Switching positions, Lance straddled his lap, Keith’s leg once again stretched out and propped up on the coffee table with a pillow under his ankle, guiding himself down, until Keith was buried inside him completely. How Lance fitted him up there would always be one of the great mysteries of the universe

“I’m going to start moving now, lemme know if it hurts”

“Mhmm...”

Keith was more transfixed in watching Lance than the front door. Reverse cowgirl wasn’t a common thing... well, not like this... behind was... but this was hot... putting him more in the mood than he’d been seeing he could watch Lance ride him. Like really watch him... the way his butt wobbled and hips rolled. He could watch Lance’s wobbly butt all day... pain be fucked... he was going to come. Rocking upwards, Lance mewed, Keith grabbing him by the hips, completely ignoring his body’s protests

“Keith... someone’s coming... fuck... slow down...”

He wasn’t quite wired to stop now that he was actually progressing from the duddest sex they’d tried to have

“Don’t you dare stop”

“They’re... shit... stop... they’re outside the door... agh! No... no... Mhmm... Keith... don’t... I’m going to come...”

“You’re going to have to do better if you don’t want them to hear you”

“I... can’t... Keith... shit... Keith... come on...”

Lance tensed and clenched hard around him as Coran knocked on the door

“Hang on, I’m coming!”

And he was. Literally. Lance clenching around him in fear of being sprung pushed him over. Pain mixed with pleasure, Lance was going to be mad, but he was pretty sure he’d pulled a muscle and upset the bandages thrusting up. Sliding out his lap, Lance wobbled, hand covering his junk. Keith panted...

“Babe...?”

“We need to get cleaned up”

“Did you come?”

Lance looked back at him, eyes guilty. Nope... Lance didn’t need to feel guilty because they’d taken so long to work out a position... They were both horny and clumsy, wanting each other too much to brain

“Babe?”

“I told you he was coming...”

“Coran won’t be mad... here, let me finish you...”

“I told you...”

Keith lifted his arms out

“Come here...”

“We need to get dressed”

“Just, stop being responsible for a moment. Come here. I’ll suck you off”

“I’ll take care of it”

“Babe... it’s fine”

“It’s not fine! I’m supposed to be looking after you, not riding you! I’ll get some pants”

Ouch. Now he was starting to actually feel guilty... but Lance shouldn’t have told him to “come on” if he didn’t want to finish as much as Keith had

“Babe...”

“Don’t... I... I’ll be back”

Whelp. He was in trouble with his boyfriend. Lance disappeared into the bedroom. Everything hurt as Keith pulled himself off the sofa, hobbling hunched over to the kitchen to dump the condom in the trash. Shuffling through to his room, Lance was pulling his clothes on. Sinking down gingerly on the end of the bed, Lance folded him

“You’re supposed to be resting on the sofa”

“Ba-... I thought it’d be easier to get dressed in here”

“You’re in pain! You were supposed to have your meds with lunch”

It didn’t matter if his meds were a little late, it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to be a good boy and take them

“It’s fine”

“It’s not fine! You can’t even stand up. Fuck. Sit down. I’ll let Coran. He’s going to know...”

Lance went to brush past him, Keith grabbing him by the wrist

“It doesn’t matter if Coran knows. We’re adults and we’re in a relationship. Take a breath”

“He’s waiting in the hall”

“And he’ll understand. Babe. Hey, being angry isn’t going to change things”

“I wasn’t going... I told myself... I told myself I’d take care of you... then I jumped into your lap... when you’re this fucking hurt!”

“So I can’t be horny? I can’t want my boyfriend when he’s walking around the apartment barely dressed?”

“I should have said no... you’re in pain...”

He’d totally brought that on himself... but the pain was kind of worth it. They’d had more sex at night than during the day. He liked being able to see Lance’s slim body completely. Crap. If he kept this up he’d been ready for round two... Lance looked so fucking beautiful naked. He was beautiful all of the time. Probably hands down the most beautiful person he’d ever met

“And I wanted to have sex...”

“And now you can’t even stand upright! I hurt you!”

Worth it. Absolutely worth it to feel connected with the man he loved

“You didn’t hurt me. Look, I know you’re mad at me now... but it’s okay”

Lance shook his head, he knew his boyfriend treasured him but this was going too far

“It’s not... I’m not supposed to be...”

“Not supposed to be happy and fool around?”

“Not when it hurts you... I...”

“You love me. Look, if Coran says anything, I’ll tell the truth that I’m the one who wanted to. Take a breath and calm down”

Lance’s pants had a very obvious tent that Keith was trying to be tactful about. Hiccuping, Lance then sniffled, free hand rubbing his eyes with his fist

“I can’t, okay! I can’t... I can’t calm down”

“Then let me finish you...”

“But...”

But nothing. He’d been too horny to stop and Lance deserved to come too. They’d probably spent time arguing than it would have taken for him to blow his boyfriend

“Coran go fuck himself if makes a deal out of this. You’re my boyfriend. It’s my fault you’re worked up. Let me help”

“But...”

“Babe. You’re allowed to live a little. What we do is no one’s business. Coran will understand. I can lie if you like”

Lance deflated, leaning down to hug him with his free arm

“No... fuck... but we have to be quick and quiet”

Lance wouldn’t last long, not with how enthusiastic he’d been in Keith’s lap. Keith was sure he’d make him come, then Lance would see that a few more moments wasn’t such a bad deal

“Come here, you”

Sitting in the living room, Lance opened the windows before opening the door. Face flushed and adorable. Keith trying to pretend nothing had happened

“Sorry Coran, Lance was trying to help me get dressed”

Coran let them off. Lance’s scent hang in the air, the old fae would have put two and two together

“That’s alright. I see you had quite the accident there”

He was in shorts. He didn’t even know he owns actual shorts until Lance pulled them out. Leg propped up again. Lounge in reasonable order, though his underwear, and Lance’s, were stuffed down between the cushions. Keith hand resting on the gap to make sure they were completely hidden

“It’s not much. I don’t know suppose you know what happened to my bike?”

Lance huffed, as he walked over to the kitchen. He needed to remember not to dismiss his injuries, even if he’d had worse. The hunter felt he kind of deserved a medal for how patient he’d been about his bike

“I called around until I found where it’d been towed, then arranged to have it delivered. We’ll have one of our technicians take a look”

“Thank you. I’m sorry for what happened”

“Nonsense. Bikes can be replaced, you cannot, my dear boy. Now where’s Kosmo?”

Shit... Kosmo wasn’t going to be happy about shut away. Provided he hadn’t chewed anything too valuable the puppy’s cuteness should save him...

“He’s in Shiro’s room... I had to shut him away... because he keeps getting under my feet”

Coran smiled happily, walking towards Shiro’s bedroom door. Keith couldn’t take his eyes off the bag with him... suspicious of the contents

“I’ll let him out now, Lance, I don’t suppose you happened to be making tea?”

Craning his head to watch his boyfriend, instead of Coran and the bag of mystery, Keith bit down his smile. Lance was adorable. Adorably flustered, and very much not meeting his gaze, yet a far better view

“Yep. I’ll bring it over in a minute. Thanks for coming over. Keith doesn’t know the meaning of resting”

It’s not his fault Lance was walking around in his boxer briefs and hiding his sexy behind the kitchen bench. Thankfully Coran didn’t know what he was thinking about

“I’ve given him a weeks sick leave, full pay, and Krolia had been told. She was most upset. I thought perhaps maybe you’d be able to reassure her. No great hurry, she’s talked to Shiro. Shiro mentioned something about you not being too happy”

“That’s because it sucks... What am I supposed to do for a week?”

Lance slammed one of the cups down a tad to hard purposely on the kitchen counter. Oops. He shouldn’t complain because Lance was there, but work was interesting again. He was making a difference in a small way. He hadn’t saved anyone, but no one had been turned on his watch and that was a huge win. Coran cleared his throat

“Actually. About that... I wanted to have a little talk with the pair of you. Let’s wait until the tea is brewed. I’ve brought some goodies with me...”

Lance clicked his fingers, acting like he’d forgotten something. Keith so close to hearing what was in the bag. He wanted to know... Stupid Lance

“I’ve got dessert to send back with you for you and Allura. Have you had lunch?”

“I’ve eaten... but perhaps there’s room for a few biscuits. By the smell of it you’ve been baking...”

Lance gave a fake laugh. Keith didn’t know biscuits had been baked... Hopefully his tyrannical nurse would be kind enough to share

“You know me too well. Okay, go ahead and let Kosmo out, we’ll have to mind he doesn’t get at the snacks. He’s probably torn Shiro’s room to shreds”

Keith noticed how Coran sat on the blanket on the sofa, instead the sofa itself. Kosmo wet himself in excitement, Lance mopping up the floor before finally bringing the tea and biscuits over, then doubling back for Keith’s coffee, lunch, and medication

“Pills before food”

“Yes, mum”

His boyfriend still wouldn’t look at him. Now it was getting annoying, but that was forgiven when Lance sat down next to him, careful not to bump his grazes. Sitting so he was facing Coran and Keith, Keith was reminded of the fact they needed another sofa instead of the three of them being forced to face the TV.

Deciding enough time had passed, at least in Lance time, Keith still trying to figure out if he wanted a biscuit or his sandwiches first, his boyfriend asked

“Soooo... you said you had something to talk to me about?”

Setting his cup of tea down, Coran finally pulled something out the bag. The envelope thick and dull looking. That was hardly exciting at all. Aside from a few blood bags, he didn’t know what Coran would have packed otherwise, making the mysterious bag boring

“Ah! Yes! Now, your probationary period is coming to an end next month. In light of recent events and Lotor’s particular fondness, the Blades wish to recruit you on a temporary basis”

Oh get fucked. Not happening. Nope. No. No way. Lance wasn’t a hunter. He was his idiot crumpet who wanted to work on his own life. He had clients and cases, Keith answering for him

“Not happening”

Coran tilted his head, fingers going up to okay with the end of his moustache

“I assure you...”

Nope. Just nope

“Lance isn’t a hunter”

Coran shifted, his words coming hesitantly, gaze falling to the envelope. Keith felt the need to set the envelope on fire

“No... but I was speaking with Lotor and in light of recent events... I believe Lance learning how to protect himself is important. Lotor has offered to assist in helping him”

“Lance has a life in Garrison. He doesn’t need to be pulled into all of this crap”

It was safer not to be a vampire in Platt right now

“There’s no pressure to agree. I already protested this to Kolivan. As you know we simply do not enough people where they need to be. Lance blends into that community”

“Lance would like to remind you both that Lance is here. Keith’s right. I’m not a hunter. And it’s not just me I need to consider here. There’s Matt, Rieva and Curtis think of, as well as Pidge and Hunk, plus their families. I’m not a hunter but I need to be there to protect them”

He didn’t get a mention? What about how he felt about Lance being in danger? His boyfriend sounded cranky, which he shouldn’t be seeing Keith’s sinuses were still burning. Coran sighed softly. It had to be hard for him

“I understand. I know Matt has been working on Curtis’s curse. I caught your last video also. At the very least, please read through the documents I brought. Then you’ll be able say you made your decision after careful consideration. I would prefer you not be in danger... though Lotor is the only other vampire I could let you train with... Even it’s only once, it could be an invaluable experience for you”

Lotor would use Lance up and throw him away. He also hadn’t forgotten the threat against his precious puppy. Narti hadn’t saved him, Zethrid and Ezor had. She still rubbed him the wrong way. They all did. He’d seen Lotor and Allura all giggling and felt compelled to shoot Loturd in the head in the name of community service

“We both know he’d kicked my arse to next year rather than let me beat him. What can teach me?”

“I believe he may be able to help with your bat problem. Training with Keith has certain advantages, however, you know Keith wouldn’t hurt you. That fear is not there, and your emotions weigh a lot on your transformation. If you can find a way to channel those feelings, then perhaps you’ll stop randomly turning. I can’t use the Blade werewolves due to their missions. I would like someone who you’d be on even ground with if you let your ego slip”

Lance placed his tea down, before placing his hand on Keith’s knee. His boyfriend trying to ask him for comfort, and maybe some one to accept his words?

“Coran. I can’t. If I let go of my ego, I might as well through everything away. I love Keith. I’m in love with Keith. I’m terrified with his line of work, but he knows what he’s doing most of the time, and I don’t think I can contribute anything helpful”

Coran mentioning ego meant that he thought something big might happen. Coran was proud of how tightly Lance kept his ego reined in. He didn’t go around telling him to let it loose and go crazy. Keith felt all weirdly warm in his chest as his heart went funny at Lance loving him. Coran didn’t back down

“I’m not saying to Lotor’s extent. But your ego has definitely changed to match the changes in your body. I have seen these changes in you. Seen you mature. Watched over you from that small and scared boy, into the wonderful man you are today. I refuse to use you as a pawn, or a tool, nor do I want you to see combat. I only ask that you read what they have give you”

“I’ll read it... but, I don’t think I want to. I’m too emotional and I remember too much. I can maybe look at data and analyse it, or help with legal things, but as for hunting, that’s not my place”

Lance could be a fine hunter if he wanted to, but his boyfriend felt too much as he’d said. Each wrong mission or person lost would stay with Lance and his caring heart

“That’s perfectly fine. I did say I would talk to you, not that I’d make you agree. Now, I also brought a couple of other things with me. Let’s get those out the way, then I’m afraid I have to head back. A faes’ work is never done”

Coran stayed another half hour. He’d brought jigsaw puzzles, magazines, snacks, and blood. His bag of mystery was kind of mysterious as it didn’t look like it should be able to hold all of that. Lance was lost in his head for the most part, clearly thinking about the offer. Keith had forgotten his probation period of six months would be coming to an end, thought if it was six months instead of 12 that was a good sign that they didn’t find him a threat. Seeing Coran out, Lance came back, throwing himself down on the sofa with a sigh

“You don’t have to say yes”

Snorting, his boyfriend smiled at him, before drawing his legs up and resting his head against Keith’s shoulder

“I know I don’t”

“But?”

“But I would like to figure out how to “unbat” faster. And maybe how to be a bat when I am one. I can’t even fly”

“We could get you a tiny harness and you could ride Kosmo around”

“Or I could just stop turning... Never mind that. I don’t see why the Blade would want me around”

“Because you’re smart? And you know the city?”

“More like because Lotor is a douche”

“That’s true... What do you want to do?”

Lance sighed as he took Keith’s hand in his

“I stayed out of that world for a good reason, but now I have a better reason for helping. I want to be able to support you, even if I don’t know how to do that other than being here for you”

Such a Lance answer. Keith’s heart going all weird as he felt fuzzy... but that could be the pain meds kicking in

“You being there for me is all the support I need”

“I know... but... I want this case to hurry up and end before people get hurt. I want to stop randomly getting heat flashes and have control of myself again. I want to know I’m not going to wake up to another phone call in the middle of the night. I don’t want you or Shiro to be hurt. It makes me question my whole... outlook, I guess. I stayed away because I didn’t want to be like those other vampires with their queens and covens and shit. I could have spent my time learning more about them, but I spent my time living carefully and that was all I needed. Now I have a man I love, that runs towards that danger that everyone runs away from and I want to understand”

Keith squeezed Lance’s hand

“You’re fine the way you are. You’re safer on the outside. I don’t think I could recover if something happened to you”

Lance rubbed his cheek against Keith’s shoulder affectionately

“And I’d never be able to live with myself if something happened to you”

“It won’t... before you bring up the accident, accidents happen every day. I’m not very good at being hurt or ill...”

“I noticed”

Snorting at his boyfriend, Keith supposed he had been a bit of an arsehole

“I’m sorry. I do appreciate you here, but you’re not my maid. You’re my boyfriend. You don’t have to make meals for me and Shiro”

“I just needed something to do with my hands. I learned it from Hunk. He bakes a lot when he’s stressed”

“He does seem the type. Are you going to look at the documents?”

“Yeah, but I don’t... I don’t think I’ll say yes. I mean, I want to help and I feel kind of obligated too seeing they haven’t killed me or sentenced me to death. But then I think about the others. Matt’s been holing himself up in his room, I think he’s been talking to Rieva’s parents about European werewolf culture. I don’t want to get Curtis’s hopes up about finding a way to severe the demon from him”

“I’m still shocked they managed to perform magic in the first place”

“I know right! I mean... there’s just so many things we don’t know. Do you think they’ll be mad if I don’t help?”

“Kolivan might be, but mum will understand”

Keith didn’t realise what he’d just said, Lance tilting his head to up to smile up at him

“What?”

“Oh, nothing much. Anyway, I’ve got to put dinner on. You should call Krolia and let her know she doesn’t need to come break in and make sure you’re okay”

Keith snorted. He could picture his mother letting herself in. He’d probably be in the bathroom then come out to a mini heart attack at her in the living room

“It’s probably a bad sign when you can picture that. I’ll send her a message, just because you asked me too”

“Mmm... Okay. Then can we do one of Coran’s puzzles? I want to do something brainless”

“We could go to bed?”

Why was he getting horny again? He should be in too much pain to be horny

“That’s enough of you. We’re lucky Coran said nothing. I don’t think my undead heart could take the embarrassment. You pick the puzzle and I’ll put the roast in the oven”

Keith kissed Lance’s forehead

“Okay, babe. I love you”

“I love you, too”

#oncebittentwicestupid #once bitten twice stupid #mpreg #vampire lance #human keith #bottom lance #top keith #ashratherose

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edgierthanmost · 4 years

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DBD MIRRORED FACES DLC

This DLC includes a new map, as well as a new killer.

• THE THING •

Makekrh Rhogggot was a creature of Lovecraftian origins it would appear ; however, it didn't possess the godly powers of what a Lovecraftian creature would have. A runt, some would say. For such a pathetic display, it was banished to Earth. Only a small creature no bigger than 2'5", an explorer named Richard Stevens found the runt, taking them in. Worried the explorer became when the beast began growing, to match the height of a 6'5" man. It seemed to copy his appearance when he was around ; and return to their blank self when he was not in their view. It was not until the acknowledgement of this creature by the government, did this go wrong. The creature was taken from the explorer, who was shot for his unwillingness to cooperate. Drove away, and then sent into a lab where they were confined by a glass cell, the creature became unresponsive, sitting in the corner most of the days when there was people there. This happened for weeks, months, maybe even years. There was nothing left to report on the creature ; so they were going to put it down to avoid it hurting anyone. Going into the cell, the scientists were attacked. What was strange about this, was that they were attacked by themselves. The creature masked as one of the scientists slaughtered them. Followed by the breaking of the glass cell's front. Alarms were sounded off, security arrived, but they were no match for themselves. Knowing everything they were doing-- because it was like looking through a mirror. When police finally arrived at the scene ; every one of the faculty were lying on the floor bloodied by what seemed like human fingerprints. When tested ; it only came up like it was them who did this to themselves. Examining around more, looking at the cameras.. It appeared the creature just vanished, a fog surrounding the room and clouding the cameras. No one knew what that thing was.

• An unpredictable killer ; able to take on many forms to confuse their prey and use powers of the forms he takes on. •

• Difficulty : Hard •

• Mirror, Mirror •

The Thing is able to conjure up forms of different killers ; being able to use their powers.

When first activating Mirror, Mirror ; you will have a brief startup time before you transform into a random killer. If you use this while staring at a survivor, it will not work and the Thing will be stunned for a short period.

When the Thing is taking a random killer's form, it can be taken out of by a survivor flashlight stunning them. The only way to tell that it is the Thing, and not the killer it's imitating, is by the sound it makes. It will still play the Thing's stun sound, and "breathing" sound.

When the Thing starts a match, pictures of killers will be scattered throughout the map. Without any addons, the Thing will not be able to see their auras and must find them on their own. When staring at one of the pictures, the Thing will take the form of the killer in the picture with a slightly longer startup time. The picture will then be torn, if the picture is torn/used too much, the Thing will not recognize it and it will become unusable.

When taking form of The Shape, half of the Evil Within I meter will be filled. When taking form of The Oni, you will start with 0 blood. When taking form of the Wraith, you will start invisible with an audio cue.

Mirror, Mirror will be on a cooldown of 1 minute before you can acquire another killer's form. The cooldown will be reduced to 30 seconds if the Thing was stunned either by pallet drop/flashlight stun.

When Mirror, Mirror is on cooldown ; The Thing will shrink in size, and grow back when the cooldown has ended.

•ADDONS•

Blood Bag (UnCommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Oni, they will start with 10 blood.

Family Photo (Ultra Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of The Shape, you will immediately start in Tier II.

Dog Collar (Common)

The cooldown of Mirror, Mirror is reduced.

Richard's Note (UnCommon)

The startup of Mirror, Mirror is reduced.

Decapitated Teddy Bear (Rare)

The cooldown of Mirror, Mirror is reduced considerably.

Makerkrth's Drawing (Ultra Rare)

See the aura of photos within 32 metres.

Trapper Sack (Common)

When the Thing takes the form of the Trapper, start with one extra bear trap.

Setting Tools (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Trapper, considerably increase the speed at which bear traps are set.

Award Winning Chili (Very Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Cannibal, chainsaw acceleration is tremendously increased. Considerably increases time penalty of bumping into objects.

Primer Bulb (UnCommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Cannibal, moderately reduce the Chainsaw startup time.

Leather Knife Sheath (Very Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Ghostface, moderately increase speed when crouched.

Willow Wreath (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Hag, reveal a survivor's aura when they trigger a Phantasm trap.

Rusty Attachments (Very Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Pig, Reverse Bear Trapped Survivors suffer from the "Mangled" status effect.

Iridescent King (Ultra Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Doctor, Survivors suffer from effects of Calm, Restraint, and Discipline.

Nancy's Masterpiece (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Nightmare, moderately decreases Dream Projection cooldown.

Paint Thinner (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Nightmare, replace Dream Snares with Dream Pallets.

Spiked Boots (Uncommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Hillbilly, moderately increase Chainsaw sprint steering.

Dead Rabbit (Uncommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Shape, moderately decrease terror radius in Tier Evil Within II, moderately increase terror radius in Evil Within III.

Cold Dirt (Very Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Legion, considerably decrease cooldown of Feral Frenzy.

Fuming Mixtape (Ultra Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Legion, using Feral Frenzy ; you can determine how much the generators have been repaired.

Oak Haft (UnCommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Huntress, moderately reduce the time between hatchet throws.

Mew's Guts (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Demogorgon, slightly reduce the cooldown of missed Shred attacks, adds 1 portal.

Forgotten Videotape (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Executioner, moderately reduce Rites of Judgement recharge time.

Bad Man Keepsake (Uncommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Nurse, the aura of survivors healing or being healed will be revealed within 28 metres after hitting the survivor with a successful post-Blink attack.

Warden's Keys (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Deathslinger, moderately reduce Speargun Reload time.

Thick Cork Stopper (UnCommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Clown, moderately decrease Reload time.

Potent Tincture (UnCommon)

When the Thing takes the form of the Plague, moderately decrease cooldown of Vile Purge.

"All Seeing" - Blood (Very Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Wraith, see the auras of survivors within 12 meters when cloaked.

"Swift Hunt" - White (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Wraith, considerably reduce the reappearance time.

Bloody Hair Brooch (Very Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Spirit, considerably increase Yamaoka's Haunting activation charge rate.

Yamaoka Sashimono (Rare)

When the Thing takes the form of the Oni, moderately increase Blood Fury duration.

• PERKS•

×Broken Bonds×

" I love you, little buddy. Don't you ever forget it. " -Richard Stevens

When survivors are together, their auras get revealed for 2/4/5 seconds. Has a cooldown of 6/5/4 minutes.

×Hex: Perception Check×

" This thing's got my head spinning.. " -Dr. ?????

Your deception is unbounded, every time you trick your prey, your hunger only grows.

At the start of trial a hex will spawn, this hex totem is a fake. When cleansed it would say that the hex curse is gone, when infact it isn't. Ontop of that, when a copycat totem is cleansed, all generators across the map suffer a 20/25/30% regression penalty.

Hex: Perception check will only be activated when another hex perk is active, and does not work with no one escapes death.

×Otherworldly×

" Woah, what is this? Some. . sort of alien? " -Richard Stevens

Being kicked out of your home because you were different. . It broke something in you, didn't it?

Everytime you get stunned either through pallet drops or flashlight stuns, you gain a token.

1 token - 2/3/5% speed boost

2 tokens - 2/3/5% missed attack recovery

3 tokens - 2/3/5% stun recovery

4 tokens - 2/3/5% attack recovery

(Maxs out at 4, depletes slowly after 60/80/90 seconds.)

•MORI•

The Thing turns into it's victim, jumping on them and grabbing a sharp rock laying nearby. The Thing would proceed to stab the survivor several times, before transforming back into its original form and ripping the survivor's arm off using it's mouth.

•••••••••

•New Map : Enclosure (Buckland Lab)•

The very place where they took Makekrh, blood stains and bodies still lay in there and as a reminder of what happened that day.

•TRIVIA•

If you turn into the Pig, and someone has a reverse bear trap on when you exit that form, the trap will disappear.

If you turn into the Doctor, and have madness levels on people, they will remain after you transform back but it won't mean or do anything. It will go away if you turn into Freddy.

The Thing is more child-like than anything, being banished and not really taught anything kept them naive.

Though Makekrh has no gender, they like to identify as male, and use male pronouns. This is because of how his rescuer-- Richard Stevens-- was male. He learns things from other people.

There are currently two achievements for The Thing ;

Adept Thing : In a public match, achieve a merciless victory with the Thing using only their 3 unique perks.

Complete Copy : Copy all of the killers as the Thing.

In his small state, he stands below average, in his tall state he is, well, tall.

The Thing currently has 2 skins.

The Thing has a reduced lunge range in his small state.

(Any addon that does not have a picture is a canon addon ; and Tumblr has a 10 picture limit.)

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd oc #dead by daylight oc #dbd oc killer #digital drawing #digital art #drawing #character design #doodle #digital illustration

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Summary: The love story between Dustin’s sister and his favourite mentor/best friend. Acquaintances to Friends to lovers. Slow burn I guess?

A/N: First Steve Harrington x reader fic but I definitely won’t mind writing more. I wanted to try something different with my writing. Hope this turns out okay. Also, part two coming soon

Part 1 of Part 2

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Season 1

Boy oh boy

Okay! My first hc

OG babysitter of course

The kids LOVE you

Will’s your baby

And he knows it

Boasts about to the others

The rest get a little jealous

Especially Dustin.

“I’m your brother, (Y/N)! You’re suppose to love me more!”

“I do Dustin, don’t worry.”

He didn’t reply

“How about I’ll drive you anywhere you want to go for two months?”

He agrees with his aborably smile of his

Getting roped into playing DND

You’re okay with it cuz it’s fun

Being the healer of the party

Because you want to become a nurse and it was only fitting

Finding out about your crush on Steve

Still not sure how they knew but they did

You were going to kill Dustin

Would tease you relentlessly about it

“Ooh, Steve please kiss me!”

“I wanna have your babies”

Them making kissing faces

Threatening them until they stop

Won’t take them long until they start again

Pushing the crush away when Steve started to become an asshole

Dustin will still tease you about it

“You can’t date an asshole, (Y/N).”

“I’m not dating an asshole Dust.”

ANYWAYS

Best friends with Jonathan

Both artsy

Him with his camera

You with your drawings

Both knowing who you like

Teases each other a lot (but it’s all fun and games)

Is absolutely heartbroken about Will

Being there for Jonathan when Will went missing.

Being there for Nancy when Barb went missing

Just being a supportive friend in general

When Jonathan and Nancy started doing their own thing after the whole Steve issue

You somehow found yourself babysitting the party

Wishing you didn’t bribe him about giving him a ride

Then you met El

And man did your sisterly ways kicked in

“Friend?” El would say and it would break your heart

Somehow knowing she went through shit, so you waited until she trusted you

Following them on their quest to find Will

Having no idea what the hell is a demogorgon is or what the Upside Down is

But knowing it’s bad if El is scared of it

Helping everyone

Being there at the school when El destroys the thing

Heartbroken that El’s gone

Will is back and man you missed your baby

Is worried about him

Acting like everything’s normal around him

He’s thankful for that

Season 2

New year new you

But not really

You still get nightmares about everything

It’s not as bad as it was at the beginning but still

Still can’t watch horror anymore

Still best friends with Jonathan

And now Nancy and Steve are in the mix

The weirdest group of friends but you don’t mind

Jonathan told you what happened and vice versa

Your crush on Steve comes back ten fold

He’s not an asshole anymore

But he’s dating Nancy so you hide it

Getting teased by the party started to be a normal thing now

Watching Will closely but not bothering him

If he wants to talk, you want him to come to you willingly

Halloween comes

Nancy tries her best to convince you and Jonathan to go to the party

Knowing full well you aren’t, you smile and nod

Dropping Dustin off and going home

You didn’t get very far into your reading when Jonathan came and dragged you out of the house

Lots of protesting

“Come on, it’ll be fun (Y/N)!”

Staring at him as if he grew two heads

But since this is Hawkins and knowing what you know

It could be a possibility

But going nevertheless

At the party you just kinda stay to yourself not having fun

Watch Nancy and Steve from a distance

Feeling your heart break a little

Then they left after Nancy spilt juice? on herself

Then watch as Steve stormed out a few minutes later

Wondering if you should go check on Steve

Deciding against it

Jonathan going to where Nancy is and then coming back saying he was going to bring her home

Now you don’t have a ride

With nothing else to, you left and started walking home

The next day the whole school knows about Steve and Nancy break up

Which resulted you sitting by yourself now

Not sure what the hell happened but whatever

You started to notice Jonathan and Nancy and Dustin being all secretive and Will being weird

But you just didn’t have the heart to be curious

And when Nancy and Jonathan ditched school for a couple of days

You found yourself hanging out with Steve more

You probably would enjoy more if he didn’t talk about Nancy a lot

But you still enjoyed it nonetheless

One day you came home with the intention of sleep and found your mom looking for Mews

But you didn’t get any sleep

Hearing a noise from the other end of the room you nearly screamed

But you didn’t

You didn’t know what was eating your cat

But you did know you’d be next

So you left the room and slammed it shut

“Are you okay, dear?”

“Yeah! Just um, cleaning my room!”

There was no way you were going to let your mom in your room

You walked into your brothers room without knocking

“Knock will you!”

Not saying anything, you grabbed his hand and dragged him into yours

“What the hell, (Y/N)?!”

You didn’t answer

Just opened the door and pointed at the thing

“Dart?!”

Of course he named the thing

Coming up with a plan to get your mom out of the house

Executing the plan

“This is what you’re going to do. You’re going to trap Dart, clean my room and bury the cat.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Going to Steve’s and getting his bat.”

Steve wasn’t at home.

Huffing you went back home to find Steve and Dustin at the door to the root cellar

Finding out the Dart molted

“If you guys want to chase the thing, go ahead be my guest. I’m staying home.”

They did and you stayed home

Didn’t last long before Lucas and Max came and banged on your door

“We need a ride to the old junkyard.”

Hanging your head, you grabbed the keys and ushered them to your car

“When this is all over, I’m going to kill someone.”

Getting there and helping Steve get the bus ready and whatnot.

Ignoring everyone, because you were mad

Night came, the things came but didn’t come any closer

“Why aren’t they moving?”

“Maybe they were tired of cow?”

You and Steve shared a look and sighed

If he was going out there, so were you

You wanted to protect the kids

“Guys! What are you doing?”

Not answering, you picked up the crowbar you got from your car and walked off the bus with Steve

“What are you doing?”

“Same thing as you, Steve. Same thing.”

“Your nightmares are going to come back.”

Both swinging at the demo-dogs that are coming towards you

“How-” whack. “Do you-” whack “know-” whack. “about my nightmares?” Whack

“Dustin.”

For the second time in your life, you were going to kill Dustin.

Briefly wondered if you were going to become a serial killer instead of a nurse

“Abort! Abort! Guys, there’s too many of them!”

Running back towards the bus and getting in in time

Fighting off the demo-dogs until they ran off

“Did we scare them off.”

“No, they went somewhere.”

Walking along the train track

Ignoring Dustin and Lucas’s fight

Though you were a bit upset that Lucas brought Max in this

Swore you were going to protect Max

Following the sound until your get to the lab

Running on Nancy and Jonathan after a few minutes

“Nancy?”

“Steve?”

“Jonathan?”

“(Y/N)?”

Driving in Hoppers car to the Byers house

Now everyone’s in the loop, coming up with a plan for what comes next

Huddling in a group as a demo-dog comes to the house

Heart bursting as El walks into the house

Letting Mike and El have their reunion until Hop brings Mike to a different room

Running and hugging El

Grabbing her face to see if you can find any wounds

Glad you didn’t find any

“I like the new look.”

El beaming at you

Staying at the house with the kids and Steve

Watching Billy beat the shit out of Steve

“(Y/N)! Do something!”

Snapping out of it, you take Steve’s bat and flipping it around so the nails are pointed at you

You didn’t want to kill him

And swung the bat hitting him on the head

Max took the sryinge and stuck it in Billy’s neck

Getting into Billy’s car and driving to the field with Dustin telling you where to go

Steve wasn’t to happy about the plan

You convinced him to come and help

Wanting to kill your brother yet again

Lighting the thing on fire and quickly running to the opening

Getting stuck in the tunnel with Steve as a bunch of demo-dogs come running

Sighing in relief that you’re still alive

Being proud of El when you realize she closed the gate

Hanging out with Steve when Dustin’s at his snow ball

Falling asleep watching movies together

It’s the best nights sleep you’ve gotten since the whole thing started

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #dustin henderson #will byres #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #el #eleven #nancy wheeler #jonathan byres #max mayfield #billy hargrove #henderson!reader #stranger things

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pandawritespoorly · 4 years

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With Time: Chapter 31 - Stoneheart

Author’s Note: I'm always excited for update days! That said, some of you are probably on edge. If you pay attention to my comment replies, you'll know this chapter isn't exactly... nice to Adrien. To the point where I'm adding a warning.

At the end of this chapter, Gabriel's treatment of Adrien crosses several lines. He was bad before, but you could argue that it was more along the lines of (extreme) neglect. Now, at the end of this chapter he goes out of his way to make things very bad. I really don't think canon Gabriel would do this, but With Time Gabriel... ooooh. He is vile.

If you don't think you'd be comfortable reading it, then just skip to the author's note once Adrien gets home. I can give you the gist of what happened there, so that you know what happened without having to read it out in detail.

Love you guys! 💕

Chapter Summary: Ladybug and Chat Noir get help to deal with Stoneheart's return.

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Being right next to a school like Françoise Dupont is good in one way only. As a superhero who has to deal with akumas, it often means Marinette is very close to the attacks - given the frequency of attacks at or around the school.

Marinette is pinning fabric together when there’s another alert. It’s different in that it’s a repeat.

Stoneheart has returned again.

She sighs, and Tikki looks at her expectantly.

“Tikki, Spots On!”

Ladybug swings to the roof of her old school, looking around. There’s no sign of Stoneheart, Ivan must have been elsewhere when it happened.

While she’s pulling up the akuma alert so that she can actually look at the location this time, she feels rumbling.

That’s one way to find him.

She ends up meeting with her partner as they both pursue the akuma. “Hey, Kitty.”

“My Lady.”

“Any idea what got Ivan mad?”

“I don’t pay attention in school much anymore.” he says flatly. At her disapproving look he continues hurriedly, “Well, I mean, I pay attention to the work, but besides that I kind of… don’t?”

She shakes her head, looking away bitterly. “That’s my issue.”

Oh. She’s not mad at him.

There’s a crash nearby as a car is thrown into the pavement.

“I think we’ve found him.” Chat says.

Stoneheart is stomping around, picking things up and throwing them seemingly without reason. He punches buildings and kicks at the street.

“What is he doing? Where’s Mylène?” Ladybug looks around for the skittish girl.

Stoneheart roars angrily, turning around as he continues his rampage and spotting the two heroes.

“LADYBUG! CHAT NOIR! GIVE ME YOUR MIRACULOUS!”

“You’d think that after a year of this Hawkmoth could think of a more creative way to tell us what to do,” Chat drawls.

Ladybug gives him a look, jumping to a rooftop closer to Stoneheart. Chat follows.

“I can’t see what his akumatized object would be.” Ladybug looks down at the akuma, who is growling up at them, attacking the building they’re standing on, “Is he holding something again?”

“I can’t really tell-” the building begins to cave, and they move further, “-he’s mostly just punching things…”

“Fun.” Stoneheart has yet to reveal any clear goal, just rampaging. Once the heroes moved further, he lost interest and moved on to destroy more stuff.

“Alright then.” Ladybug says hesitantly, “I guess we’ll go after him now…?”

“Sure.”

The duo follow the victim, avoiding as much of the destruction as they can. Without the miraculous cure, Paris would be screwed. Stoneheart has taken to chucking cars as far as he can, or just smashing them into nearby buildings.

Ladybug and Chat run parallel on opposite rooftops, following Stoneheart and trying to spot an akumatized object. No luck so far.

“Should we find Mylène? Do you think she’s in any danger?” Ladybug calls over to her partner.

“MYLÈNE?!?!” Stoneheart overhears the heroine, and grows even angrier, picking up a nearby car and throwing it at her head. She ducks.

Chat can see and feel the moment Ladybug drops - playing dead again. Sure, he knows what’s going on now, but the fact that she’ll just be occasionally doing this in the middle of akuma attacks will never fail to fill him with sheer terror.

Fortunately, Stoneheart doesn’t seem particularly focused on attacking them, simply returning to his destruction while Chat hurries to his partner.

Once again, she’s curled in a ball, her legs to her chest and eyes closed.

“Oh, Bug…” he scoops her up, “Not that I can blame you - I wouldn’t want a car thrown at me either - but one of these days I’m going to faint from the fear of you doing this.”

Obviously, she doesn’t respond and he carries her to a rooftop further from the razed buildings and street. Now that they’re in a safer area, he feels comfortable sitting down so that she can recover.

It doesn’t take too long, and she bolts awake looking around in confusion. She seems to realize what happened, “Oh no. Did I…?”

“I mean, you did get a car thrown at your head…”

“Still! I’m so sorry Chat.” She hugs him apologetically.

“I told you, there’s nothing to apologize for. You can’t help it-”

“I still feel bad. It’s got to be stressful for you.”

“It is un-fur-tunate that you’ll be going cat-atonic whenever-” his grin grows as he speaks.

“Alright.” she pushes him back by his nose, turning away and standing, “That’s enough of you.”

“Oh, M’lady, you can purr-tend all you want, but I know mew love my puns.”

She huffs, “I love you. The puns are just an unfortunate part of a package deal.”

“Don’t you mean-”

“I don’t-”

“Un-fur-tunate?” “No. No I do not.” She changes topic abruptly, “How are we going to take down Stoneheart?”

“Ask your yo-yo.” he shrugs.

She shrugs, “Lucky Charm!”

A familiar tea kettle falls into her hands.

---

“Master, the lucky charm said to come here.” Marinette explains quickly.

“Hmm. So you are here for back-up?” he leads her to the gramophone, entering the code, “Who did you have in mind?”

She hesitates, considering her options. The fox wouldn’t work well - illusions would be gone the moment Stoneheart threw debris at them.

The bee is a fighter. Venom requires getting up close, and bees don’t like to stay back from a battle. Stoneheart is too violent for that, it’d be a risk.

At her indecision, she sees a flicker of hope in Wayzz’s eyes.

“Master?”

Fu already seems to have come to the same conclusion, but waits for her to say it herself. “Yes, Marinette?”

“Could I take Wayzz?”

He nods, slipping the bracelet off and handing it to her as Wayzz disappears.

“Thank you.” she heads out the door, transforming once more as she goes. She’s got someone in mind.

---

“Well? You wanted akumas, and I delivered. I can see the footage of Stoneheart right now, and it’s bad enough that Ladybug left. You’ve had plenty of opportunities from me now, and I can keep that up. I held up my end of the deal…”

“I suppose you did. Fair enough, I will hold up my end. Fail to keep up your end and I will revoke-”

“You should know me by now. I don’t fail.”

The call ends.

---

“Allan Poirot, this is the Miraculous of the Turtle, which grants the power of protection. You will use it for the greater good. Once Stoneheart has been defeated you will return the miraculous to Chat Noir or I. Do you accept?”

“Wh-what?” he stares at her in disbelief, eyes darting between the box in her hand, and her eyes. “M-me? Are you s-sure?”

“I am.” she reassures.

“Okay.” he takes a moment to steady his breathing. She can see his hands shaking slightly as he slips the bracelet on. He makes a startled noise of surprise when a green light appears and Wayzz looks at him.

“Hello, I am Wayzz.” The Kwami smiles at the boy.

“Hi, I’m A-Allan,” his surprise fades slightly, being replaced with confusion.

“I am the Kwami of Protection. I can turn you into a hero to assist Chat Noir and Ladybug in the fight against Hawkmoth.”

“O-Okay. Um, how do I do that?” Allan remains hesitant. Ladybug can relate, but at least he won’t be in the spotlight. Akuma attacks don’t draw as much attention at this point - Parisians know to just stay away until they see the ladybugs.

“It is simple! Say ‘shell on!’ to transform, and ‘shell off!’ to detransform. When you are transformed, you can say ‘shell-ter’ to form a protective shield for you and your allies. Once you have done so, you will only have 5 minutes before you will change back, which the bracelet will display for you.”

“Al-alright?”

“Allan, it’s alright. I understand the stress of suddenly being told that you’re a hero,” Ladybug reassures him, “But you were chosen for the traits you already have. The only difference is that now you have a magical bracelet. You won’t be alone - Chat and I will help you - and no one expects you to do perfectly, especially on your first fight,” she leans forward conspiratorially, “A little known secret? Chat and I are totally winging it. Every single time. We have no idea what we’re doing.”

That draws a smile from the boy. He looks at the bracelet consideringly, then takes a deep breath and says, “Wayzz, Shell On!”

Ladybug catches the soft smile on the Kwami’s face as he’s sucked into the miraculous. A bright green light overtakes Allan, eventually fading to reveal the hero’s outfit.

The boy is now dressed in a forest green jacket, his undershirt is a lighter green, a hood on the back covering his head. The long sleeves turn into gloves at the end, protecting his hands.

Around his waist is a dark green belt with various pouches and pockets, which would probably be useful, all things considered. His boots are the same color. In place of a mask, the boy’s face has goggles, silver with green lenses.

“Welcome to the team!” Ladybug cheers.

“Thanks,” he says hesitantly, “Uh, should I decide on a name soon or…?”

“No, no, take your time,” she reassures, ”I was honestly surprised how easily the others were able to decide on a name.”

“Okay.”

She leads him to the rooftops, giving him time to adjust to being transformed.

Eventually, he seems to catch on pretty well and gives her a small smile. She gives a thumbs up, and he follows her to the attack. Even if her yo-yo didn’t show her where Chat is, following the path of destruction would have been easy enough.

Chat spots them approaching and meets them halfway, “Welcome back, LB. Good to see you got help.”

“Uh, I’m not so sure about that,” the turtle hero admits.

“We’ll see. I have faith in you!”

The turtle smiles awkwardly.

A loud crash nearby reminds them why they’re here.

“Right, Stoneheart,” Ladybug sighs, “Any luck on finding the object Chat?”

“No, sorry Bug.”

“Alright.”

She pauses, thinking. Stoneheart doesn’t seem particularly focused, which is strange. Not that he’d been particularly dedicated before, but really… he’s only making a mess.

It’s… odd. She wouldn’t complain though. The fact that many akuma’s weren’t exactly the best minions made their job easier.

“I guess, let’s just try and take him down. He doesn’t have any sort of goal we can take advantage of, so I’m really not sure,” she admits.

So that’s how they go about it. On the bright side, the turtle hero got plenty of practice with running around Parisian rooftops with a miraculous. It was unusually simple, and they were able to follow Stoneheart around without much issue. He didn’t really try to go after them, and Hawkmoth began to contact him more and more so they got the feeling that there wasn’t a grand plan to be concerned about.

As they follow him from the rooftops, Chat notices something. At first, it’s so tiny, he thinks he just saw it wrong, but he can’t shake the feeling off.

Curiosity killed the cat, so maybe he just wants to learn more. For whatever reason, he focuses on it.

It’s a tiny black dot, seemingly with a white design of some sort.

That’s promising.

“Ladybug!” he calls to his partner, who has been visibly slowing down the longer they’ve been out, “I think I found something!”

He doesn’t want to be too blunt, because he doesn't want to risk setting off Stoneheart.

Ladybug and the turtle hero cross the street over to him. The boy in green speaks first, “Did you find the object?”

“Yeah. Or, at least, I think so. It looks like he’s holding something in between his fingers. It’s really small, but it’s our best bet so far. Worst case scenario we have to recharge.”

“Okay, what do you want me to do?”

Chat takes in the two before him, Ladybug, who was beginning to slump and hasn't really been actively involved in their conversation; and their newest team member, who had certainly adjusted to having a miraculous, but likely wouldn’t do well under more stressful actions at the moment.

“I think you and Ladybug can distract him, and I’ll try to get the object from him. I mean, even if I don’t get it, it’s small enough that it could just slip from his hands,” he decides.

“‘Kay,” Ladybug yawns lightly and he smiles at her sympathetically. The turtle hero nods.

“Lucky Charm!”

A cassette player falls into Ladybug’s hands, a tape already inside. A moment passes, and she nods, gesturing for the turtle boy to follow her as she swings ahead of Stoneheart. She lands some distance in front of him, standing her ground on the road.

The akuma looks at her disinterestedly, as her teammate lands beside her. She raises the player above her head and presses a button.

With the street being abandoned, the music is easy to hear.

Smelly wolf, smelly wolf

Trapped in the stinky hut.

Stoneheart freezes, then glares at the spotted heroine.

Smelly wolf, smelly wolf

“THAT’S HER SONG!”

I'm gonna kick your....

“YOU CAN’T-” The rest of the sentence is lost to the sound of Stoneheart storming over to the pair, furious.

Ladybug doesn’t react, just blinking at the akuma as she lets the song keep playing.

Smelly wolf, smelly wolf

“Uh, Ladybug?” The boy next to her glances between her and the fast approaching akuma, “He’s kinda’ on ‘is way over.”

She nods.

Not seeing another option, he raises his arm and nervously speaks, “Shell-ter!”

He winces, closing his eyes in case it didn’t work. Maybe he’d done something wrong.

Nothing hits him, and he seems to still be alive, so he hesitantly peeks towards Stoneheart.

A glowing green dome composed of hexagons has formed around them. Stoneheart pounds against it fruitlessly.

“Yay. Good job,” Ladybug cheers. She doesn’t say it particularly energetically, which finally draws his attention to how tired she looks.

He knows she struggles in the cold, but hadn’t realized how much.

Stoneheart continues to beat against the shield as Chat Noir lands behind him quietly. In his anger, the akuma doesn’t realize that something slips loose.

A small black circle falls from his fist, landing on the ground quietly. Chat spots it, extending his baton to carefully drag it safely to himself. He picks it up and crushes it between his fingers.

Stoneheart turns back into Ivan, and after a moment of confusion, the turtle hero figures out how to retract the shield. Ivan looks around in confusion, and the turtle hero manages to mask a frown to help him up.

He may not like Mari’s old class, but clearly he’s already upset, so there’s no need to be rude on top of it.

Hate spawns more hate.

Ladybug throws the charm into the sky, saying the words to restore the city.

As always, it’s like nothing ever happened.

Ladybug yawns again. Chat smiles at her softly, “My Lady, you can head home. I’ve got it from here.”

She opens her mouth to protest, then closing it, nodding. Something in her says she should hug him, so she does.

“Bye, Kitty.” Then they part, and she swings away.

Chat Noir turns to Ivan, “Will you be alright?”

He really doesn’t care why he got akumatized. These people had caused Marinette enough pain that, in his opinion, she shouldn’t care about them.

She’s too kind for that, so he takes that mantle upon himself.

“M-my girlfriend broke up with me. She gave me my pin back,” Ivan mumbles, sounding like he hardly believes it himself.

Chat’s eyes widen. He certainly hadn’t seen that coming.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says automatically.

Ivan nods tearfully and walks off.

“We can get closer to your house before your time runs out,” Chat says to the turtle hero.

When the bracelet begins to give it’s second to last warning, they drop into an alley. Allan hands off the bracelet to the Cat hero.

“You did really well!”

“Thanks,” Allan says, seemingly taken aback.

“I am so proud of you!” Wayzz cheers, “You make a wonderful turtle!”

“Are you free tonight? Ladybug and I have been trying to take our back-ups on patrol to keep you guys in practice. It’ll just be you tonight, but you’ll meet Honey and Kit eventually.”

“Uh, yeah. Will ya’ just come by my house or…?”

“Yep! Thanks for helping us out!” Chat gives a two finger salute as he takes off again.

---

Adrien has finally made it back to the house. He walks into the house to see Father waiting for him.

That’s never a good sign.

“Adrien. You are two minutes and seventeen seconds late,” The man reprimands, “I have taken the time out of my day to speak with me and you cannot bother to respect that?”

“Sorry Father, traffic-”

“I do not want your excuses. You have wasted enough of my time as it is.”

“Yes, Father.” Adrien looks at the floor.

“I have put much thought into this, and I have decided to reward you with a privilege I previously would not grant you,” Gabriel declares drily, “You will have a girlfriend.”

Before Adrien can even process what his Father told him, the man continues.

“Lila Rossi has proven to be a worthy enough individual to co-represent the Agreste brand. A budding relationship with another high status individual may prove to be more profitable than your availability, if the research is to be believed.”

His heartbeat pounds in his ears. What?

“She will also be able to monitor you at school to be sure that no.. unsavory individuals can bother you.”

He can’t breathe.

“You should be honored that a girl such as herself is willing to put up with the many potential downsides that will come with dating someone with your lifestyle. She has graciously offered to plan all your dates herself, and will contact Nathalie so that they will be scheduled accordingly. She has been given access to the tracking system on your phone so that she will be able to find you even when you are busy and cannot tell her where you are. We decided that this would be easier than her being forced to call Nathalie anytime she wished to spend extra time with you.”

Adrien assumes that this is all, but Gabriel continues, “Finally, she informed me that your recent misconduct is due to the influence of several problem people. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Claude De Rosier, Allegra Coudriet, Allan Poirot, and Felix Voclain. Your number has been changed to keep them from contacting you. Frankly, I am disappointed that you were incapable of identifying this yourself. You should be aware that people such as this only want to use you for your money. You are of no use to them otherwise. That is all. Go to your room now.”

“Yes, Father.” Adrien barely manages to keep the stutter from his voice as he robotically makes his way to his room.

Somehow, he sits on his desk chair.

He can’t breathe, and everything is spinning. The thud of his pulse in his ears is just emphasizing the world closing in on him.

He’s shaking and there’s nothing to do to stop it. His mind is reeling. There’s no way that just happened. No way.

It’s impossible.

It has to be.

Dating Lila.

He’s going to be sick.

He’s going to die.

This can’t be real.

No.

No no no.

No no no no nonononononono.

A voice says something. He can’t make it out.

“Kid.” the voice again. Plagg.

He tries to look, but his vision is filled with tears, and everything is blurry.

“Adrien. You need to breathe,” Plagg says seriously.

Adrien shakes his head. He can’t breathe, he can’t.

“You’re having a panic attack.”

What?

“Come on, breathe in.” Plagg begins to count.

Adrien tries, he really does. He inhales shakily, but not even halfway through the counting he chokes on it, his hyperventilating fighting him.

“It’s okay. Try again.” Plagg stays calm, counting again.

Plagg continues to lead his breathing for what feels like forever. Eventually, the room stops spinning, and his pounding heartbeat is no longer taking over his thoughts.

Utterly exhausted, Adrien goes to his bed, curls into a ball, and goes to sleep.

---

Author’s Note: Hooo boy. This chapter has a lot.

Yay for our turtle hero! I'm going with the name Tortue Verte for now, but I'm not particularly sold. His name has been changed four times now. For whatever reason I just can't think of one. Though I've been looking at so many types of turtles, I suppose I haven't given any one name time to settle. Reference slides for Allan's hero outfit here.

Oh hey, I'm back now. What was just a line break to you guys was... *checks time* over one hour of redesigning Allan's entire outfit as quickly as I could.

Anyways, that last scene. I did not like writing that. For something so short, especially considering that I already knew what I was writing, it took me a while. It was not fun to write.

For those of you that skipped it (mental health is important, that's fine), the gist of it is that Gabriel is 'graciously allowing' (read: forcing) Adrien to date Lila. Adrien's real friends have been labeled as bad influences and he is not allowed to contact them. His number was changed.

My poor baby.

Hey, it's International Fanworks Day! Should I post something for it? The prompt is characters reading fanfics about themselves if I remember correctly?

I feel like there was something else? Who knows.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave any thoughts, theories, constructive criticism, or anything really in my ask box, in replies or through reblogs. I love seeing what you think!

Edit: Hey, everyone!!! Thanks to Roman's 6:23KJV, you'll be getting some positivity at the end of the rougher chapters to ease the pain, especially if there is no comfort in the chapter itself. I may need reminders though, but feel free to tell me if I post a chapter you think warrants some happiness. I compiled some stuff, which you can find here. Love you guys!

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Is there anything behind my face?

She is born knowing three things.

First is that her skin is as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, her hair as black as ebony.

Second is that seven times seven men had died so that she should live.

Third is, she shouldn't exist.

( Harsh thing for child to know, much less from moment of her birth. And harsher yet, she is right.

Were we willing to waste time in such way, we could debate about morality, about whether sins of parents transfer to children, about personal responsibility and knowledge men shouldn't wield, about whether you can blame her for what her beauty drives men to anymore then you can blame fire for burning those who get close- but that isn't kind of right we are talking about here.

It is a simple truth, written in bones of world, in lifeblood of universe, in skin of night and face of day- the snow shouldn't become person, because it is impossible.

But magic never cared about such things.)

She has feared her mother from very start, you see, and perhaps that is where trouble started, or mayhaps that saved her life. She knew she shouldn't be, you see, but very little else, as she was still just a newborn, and had never seen human before, though parts of her belonged to them, of course.

And queen may have not slept in while, and was rather cold and hungry and scared, and quite dainty woman to be honest, but she had this way of holding herself that made people defer to her, and she was all wrapped up in ermine and gold velvet and pearls, and she oozed magic like an old fish oozed stench, and child could see bargain wrapping up around two of them, and well she knew nothing of sorcery and it's limitations, so she must be forgiven for assuming this woman was deity who created her.

(Like I said, it was bad idea all from the start.)

'' My goddess. You who made me.'' Said the girl, for her mother could be clever and careful when she put her mind to it, and had requested for girl to have knowledge befitting her age and station, because everything else would have been rather awkward for her, and more importantly bad for her mother's plans.

''Not exactly, my dear. I am a human, I am afraid.'' The queen answered, after some consideration, because she did like being called goddess, even though she associated it more with her young lovers and her poor mother, but it would be quite strange for princess to go around talking like that, and even queen, as hungry for flattery as she was, was made uncomfortable by thought of girl meant to be her daughter worshipping her.

''My mistress. You who own me.'' Girl stated, slowly, drawing out words, her throat feeling quite funny, speaking for first time, as languages and social norms and concepts and table manners filled her head as flood fills empty house, for girl had no memories and experiences to trouble incoming information.

''Well! That was nicely put, though accent could use some work, but not befitting somebody of your station. Try again, dear.'' Said the queen, as her face settled down in an expression more befitting on a cat who just snatched a canary, and closed her eyes, her eyelids fluttering as she imagined her servants speaking in that delightfully obedient tone, so sure of their place, below her, defined by her.

‘My mother. You who gave me life.’‘ She says, still kneeling, and years later she will forget, or try to, bury it down, of how the queen's s smile grew when she heard those words, how she sat down and embraced still kneeling girl, and flinched when her warm hands touched cold, hard skin. It bruised her arms a bit, as if she had tried to hug a statue left out too long in winter's winds.

''Yes, my dear.'' Queen said, clutching her dark hair in her fingers, embracing her so hard that she almost had trouble breathing, and breathed in her daughter's smell, harsh and sweet aroma of pitch, the comforting freshness of newly fallen snow, the sharp smell of iron and salt.

The princess, who still didn't know what perfumes were, smelled her mother, the scent of flowers and herbs permeating her clothing, and underneath it something gross and hot (she had not yet known what sweat and soft human skin were like) and wondered why they were so different, and decided that didn't matter.

They arrive to place that girl nameless supposes is to be her home in quarter of hour, faster than the queen had ever journeyed before, for magic is ever fed by passion and from the heart, and queen had been almost drunk on pride of her success, joy from what would that mean for her, from terror and euphoria girl's beauty awoke in her, and as she hadn't slept and eaten in some time, and had almost died, her emotions running high and mad, so it wouldn't be hard for her to jump over to another country.

''This is my castle.'' The mother tells her, showing her wooden ring fortress, as they stand before wooden doors of main hall, and great noise is coming from it. Were somebody to watch, they would probably think girl emotionless, the hollow heartless thing, for she shows neither fear nor wonder (well, if she wasn't so beautiful, that is, and they were able to focus on something else other than it). But truth is, she is still far too young to know about wealth and royal power, and has seen nothing but blizzard and woman she believes to be greatest sorceress in world. There is nothing yet ingrained in her to respond.

''Inside is your father, the king.'' Now this word sparks something in her, for the queen has judged it the knowledge very important, that she must learn as soon as possible. The girl knows now, that king is the most important man in world, and that if she is to be good she will be his heir and continue to make her mother proud and powerful.

She isn't sure she wants to be powerful. But mother is, and mother wants more, and mother made her so that is probably good.

She also knows what a father is. A male parent, who names you, one whom you have to respect, obey, love... but not as much as mother.

Doors open, and noise hurts but she doesn't yet know how to react. She follows mother's lead, and steps inside.

And rest of world stops for everybody else.

***

''My weregild.'' The mother coos, almost mews as she watches seven little bodies swing on rope, their faces that awful, strange purple people call blue for some reason though it's more of grey and lilac with pinch of black and scarlet, and smile doesn't leave her face, though at one point it grows stale and uncertain.

The princess learns what brothers are only later, when she has learnt enough to recognize guilt for what it is.

She doesn't yet have name for feelings that possess her, the way her stomach churns and turns at sight of those small, rotting bodies (she has never learnt what death was, it had been built in her from before she was an inkling of thought), swaying on wind as ravens come to feast.

Were she just a spell- child, body built and operated by magic, she would have felt nothing. She would have danced and spoke as her maker demanded. Were she a changeling, or just a creature snow and blood and ebony in truth, she would have looked with curiosity, or apathy, and noted how it was unjust, and how petty and strange humans are. And were she truly her mother's daughter, she would have said it was just, for as she had no childhood, so they should be denied to grow old.

But she was neither of those, so she learnt regret.

***

She doesn't like to think about her name. Much less discuss it. If you try to ask her about it, today, well good luck. Hope you will make it out with some teeth intact at least.

She has one name, and hundreds. It is same name, but always so different, like light reflecting off from one snowflake, viewed from different angles. Run away to so many countries, run for so long, and of course it is changed so many times, of course it is translated when she has such dumb name. She hates the original too, but she hates variations even more- what right do they have to change her name, to change anything about her and her damned story? And change it they do, oh yes, cutting off parts and rearranging them, calling her Snowdrop and Snow White and Snežana and Blanche-Neige and Branca de Neve and Albanix and Sneewittchen and Schneewittchen and she can't number them all, snow and whiteness everywhere...

She is well aware that her name is literal and obvious and dumb, and if you ever point it out it won't go well for you. Only once did one person ( a beautiful princess who belongs to death and dreams like her, and almost as much to flowers and briars as she belongs to snow and blood, those daughters of woods and curses), with accidental addition of too much drink, get her to talk about that, and this is what she said.

''Don't know who called me that first. I think it came from some poor bard who burst in songs about me until he died from lack of food and sleep. Detracted from glorifying me, see. Or wait, not a bard, bard's apprentice, about twelve. Might have had some Sight within him. Or it was my father, doesn't matter.

People picked it up because it was only fitting name, see. I couldn't be saddled with normal name, I was above it- and anybody else with that name would forever think of me, and it would never feel right for them. Except that now in some countries they do use my name, or version of it as a normal name so what waste of time, right?

Anyway point is they wanted to call me by something that could properly describe me and Beautiful was far too tacky and Ebony Black weird and Blood Red is just creepy so, here we are! Cheers!

The bitch never called me anything. Just my princess, my dear, my daughter. My, my, my. Always the same shit.'' And of course, this is the lie, though one she prefers to believe.

Truth is, she forgot it. She forgot all names, and only roles remained.

***

The queen did one true kindness to her, because anything else would have been incredibly harmful for her goals, and because she wasn't wholly bereft of morals and reason, and still it hurt.

She had made it, when she cast her spell, when she screamed her wish in reality, when she bargained, that her daughter would have mind befitting her seeming age. Because stupid daughter was useless, and better no child than one that had that kind of problems (queen was biggest supporter of leaving people who were anything less than perfect, or at least acceptable, to die in woods, whether they were loving father gone senile or caring brother whose arm had to be amputated), and because she hated associating with such people- and in her mind, whoever had limping leg or trembling hands, or who had problems with reading or remembering faces was worse than animal, for animals could be useful, and toothless dogs were to be put down.

The girl had barely settled in her new form, though she walked with grace unparalleled and strode with pride and strength only queen herself could outshine, when she began changing and growing. She didn't know how to feel about that, as she wasn't normal girl, and already half way past through puberty, and nobody would ever tease her, or think her anything less but most beautiful creature they had ever seen.

(Creature. A step up from thing.)

Still, it felt strange, and uncomfortable, and very wicked to have her change and grow before she had truly had chance to enjoy her girlhood. The queen, who was very clever, and knew how to nurse man from brink of death as well as she knew how to craft a drink to paralyze an ox for six hours, explained her how everything about her body worked, and how those changes were completely natural, and how she would soon grow taller and how her face would get slimmer and more mature. In fact, she was growing up at same pace as most girls did, and that delighted queen greatly, for woman grown was an enemy, and eternally young girl was useless, and not to mention a great annoyance.

(That was part of why she waited so long, until she was ready to cast her spell. It took time to find information, and to convince everybody she had lost her reason, but she wanted to put it off as far as possible, because raising child was such dull and taxing affair, and she really didn't need additional source of wrinkles.)

The princess had never woken up her parents and nurses in middle of night with her incessant crying. She had never fallen and scraped her knee and broken in hysterics. She had never climbed tree. She had never played ball. She had never been carried in her father's arms. She had never been told bedtime stories. She had never learned to read, or been tutored in counting. Her mother had never explained to her how to comb her hair. She had never had it explained to her how children are born, nor what marriage was. She had never muddied her dress. She had never played with kittens.

(She had never needed to have dying explained to her.)

She wasn't naive (spell-girls built by men often were, inexperience and weakness and dependence of child in an adult body, but her mother had grander, more arrogant fantasies, though no less sick), she wasn't stupid, she wasn't lost. She had grown, and adapted to her world, and soon all things she missed, all knowledge and experience she wasn't born with, granted by magic, became part of her.

But lacuna where her childhood should have been remained, raw and gaping, as if somebody had pulled out all her teeth before she had chance to bite a crust of bread.

***

She learns at her mother's knee.

She learns from her father, of course, because she is made the heir, and she learns history and geography and riding and politics and swordfighting and wielding axe, but it doesn't matter that much. Her father is a pale figure in her life, and ordinary man trembling before her, dead when she is three, and her mother walks through world as if she is above it, and hemlock and lily-of-the-valley grow behind her.

There was much to learn at the queen's feet, even things no child should learn, even things queen never intended to teach her. Part of it was that such were times- in those days castles were small and wooden, and courts less formal and complicated, and queens themselves worked, mending clothes and pulling their weight. It could have lessened them, made them normal women in eyes of their subjects, but her mother knew how to wrap dignity and mystery around herself. She knew how to make people kneel.

Her mother taught her domestic arts, of course. She was good, dutiful wife, and more over not sort of woman who shrank away from her duty and hard work. But more important, she taught her daughter, though girl could never be sure whether by accident or intent, how to look beautiful when doing it, how to look powerful as she spun thread, exalted as she made her own bed. When queen mended her husband's head, he lowered his head and reverently expressed his gratitude.

She taught her spellcraft, by observance at least. It was power that queen couldn't truly have shared with her even if she wanted (and she would have rather sheared her own hair than given up one of her secrets). Her mother was skilled, learned mage, if not particularly powerful by talent alone. She drew her power from gems, herbs, potions, from rings that turned you invisible, cloaks that allowed you to fly, seven mile boots.

Snow White had leanings of witch, it seemed. Hers was power of rituals and motions, of rites and ceremonies, of dances under harvest moon that changed fate of kings, of hair ribbons cut by seven grandmothers over mountain river on which mill was built to make friendship sour... or she would have, had she ever been taught. But she had been made heir, and there was much to learn, and being witch or priestess wouldn't have been good for her (pity, she would have made a good völva, she was pretty sure). She did pick up few things, though, but it was unavoidable.

Blood and mirrors, all she learnt.

***

She wondered what it was that made her beautiful.

Her skin? Her skin, so white that it blinded, white as snow that covered ground swiftly after the last harvests, like snow in which travellers met their demise, like snow that stopped wars. Her skin, which was always smooth and tight and hard, like marble, whose touch was always cool, which didn't grow blue even when she stood wet on roof during whole winter night, which always carried chill of a dead man in itself, even during midsummer.

Her lips? Her lips, with their perfect shape, and their full colour, which never paled or chapped, as if they were painted on, colour of blood seeping from fresh venison, colour of blood gushing from child's cut arteries, lips that tasted of iron and salt and minced flesh, that left bruises on cheeks they kissed, which could withstand warmth of broth just pulled from hearth (though she despised heat to such amount that she felt uneasy to spend more than few hours in room in which fireplace was lit).

Her hair? Her hair, so long and wild, spreading out like crown of ancient tree, slipping down below her waist, and yet somehow it never got tangled up in world around it, slipping like snake through all obstacles, black as ebony, as handles of spears that pierced children, as frames of windows that kept out wind and rain. Left and right it reached, like shadow of branches, like hands of bogeys, and never it got tangled, never did it get torn or weak.

Some said that when she had been growing up, that she had never had to suffer zits, or growth spurts, or ungainly limbs, that she had simply slipped in perfect ladylike adulthood. Others yet said that she suffered all indignities of childhood, of being teenager, and yet she was most beautiful of them all.

She wondered what it was that made people beautiful. There was woman with most stunning purple eyes, like lilac blossoms, like dusk sky, and people agreed she was very beautiful, but were disgusted by sight of her shoulders, filled with short, fat, coarse black hairs. There was tall man, very strong and muscled, in way that would have drawn him much attention, were it not for his crooked yellow teeth, dull chin and broken nose. There were children who had cutest, sweetest faces, with shining eyes and soft lips, who walked with bent backs and reedy fingers. It seemed all very much strange and whimsical and cruel to her, and very much useless and foolish.

She was beautiful. No, she was fair. Were she malnourished and her face slashed and mutilated, were she turned in beast, in worm or featherless bird (those two were equally dreary things, in her mother's opinion) still she would have been the best of them. When she came to doors, though they were closed, inside men waited and stopped breathing, awaiting her. They trailed after her, excited to earn her favour. Still she was a girl, and magic inside her was settling, so she wasn't fairest in the world, but one day wars would be waged for her, because of her, in her name. One day, when she had grown bitter and harsh and so much angrier, at gaze of her people would prostate themselves, and shake from being in same room with her, and they would not sleep, memories muddled and drunk, and in dreams they would swear to her again and again, for fear and love would mingle in one.

Her mother was beautiful, and sorceress, and she had killed and fucked and loved, and she had much gold, and she could make fields prosper and cows miscarry with her spells, and men dreaded her, and respected her, and loved her. Her grandmother called her Freyja made human, and paid for it.

Snow White had been called goddess, and valkyrie, and many more things. And she may have possessed spark of that true, primordial beauty, but she was mortal still. Gods were born and could die but not like men. Snow White breathed, and slept, and she could cut herself, and she could get lost, and she had thrown tantrums before, and were you to cut her throat she would die. She was not a goddess, to rule over skies and dead, at best she was an image, a shadow, a mask, shallow surface layer of divine beauty, not enough to charm stars in kneeling before her, but heavy enough that it crushed her.

(When she was young, she saw her mother's mirror once. It's frame was twisted and strained thing, contorted in ways that were hard to look at, like a dying snake experiencing a seizure. The glass was colour of frozen mercury, and reflection in it wasn't opposite of reality, and sometimes it churned and twisted, making little waves, and always it whispered.

Most people stayed away from it, and even the queen couldn't bear to be too long in room with it, but the princess was drawn to it, like iron to magnet.

''Oh. You are like me.'' Whispered the mirror, in toneless voice that echoed in her head, and it pulsed like heart, and writhed like worms in waves, and sighed as she put her cold fingers over it's surface, neither chill nor warm.)

***

It was easy to become a king, she learnt. You had to be born a prince, or earn king's favour, or lie to enough people so they would bow to you, or kill enough of them, preferably previous king too. All in all, it seemed very stupid and unfair to Snow White, who didn't really get why people needed kings, but said nothing because she knew what was appropriate, and because she was raised to inherit kingdom and didn't really think of how unjust it was outside of random musings.

It wasn't easy to become a queen, no matter what some thought and said. Any woman could be married to king, depending on how picky he was, and how much politics demanded from him, and how much he disrespected her rights. But only few became queens, true rulers, because they were taught not to seek respect and power, because they were beaten back, because game was set against them, because they were declawed and defanged and chained since earliest age, because they were taught to find pride and comfort in being silenced and starved. It took certain rare amount of cleverness and stubbornness and dedication, and, perhaps, ruthlessness, to become queen.

But Snow White didn't have to worry about that. Her mother loved her, and worked hard to ensure that her daughter would never have to go through all the trouble and misery she had to dredge through, and still she would get so much more. It was so hard for her poor mother, after all, to stand and suggest her idea to the king as he was busy being enraptured by his daughter.

How could he refuse her? How could he name anybody else but his most incredible daughter as his heir (the queen gritted her teeth), how could he dishonour her by not offering her everything he had? And would not people rebel if anybody else ruled them, would not enemies beg to be stricken down by her? So he thought, and declared, and people were outraged and shocked until they had seen her, and then ambassadors returned to their kings weeping, telling them they have been become traitors, for never could their hearts belong to anybody but queen Snow White.

Thus, thought it was expected that she would be married, for that is what normal people did, and beauty didn't prevent people from grumbling when they weren't near her, there was never much pressure for that, and everybody understood that no man would be worthy of her, and all would be blessed to have her as bride, and they would only be consorts, never kings.

It was taken for granted that there would be no problem finding suitors for her, aside from possibly having to deal with wars that rejected suitors would bring to their footsteps ( something that would easily be dealt with, not only because the king was good warrior, and the queen even better sorceress, but because any invader would have to carve their path through whole nation of berserkers ready to die for their princess, and even more ready to tear apart any who would dare to try to steal her away). It was also taken for granted that king would have to pay no dowry, and that indeed princes would be ones bleeding their people dry in hopes of winning her over.

As was only proper, the queen had been one to choose her son-in-law, for the princess had asked her so, for her mother had assured her countless times of how much she cared, how smart she was, and how much more experienced, and she would be able to choose only the best for her dear daughter, a man whose kingdom would always provide for her, a man who would be her age and always kind to her, for those were hefty favours to ask in marriage, her mother told her. Kind husband was something you had to earn, as the queen did, but since she was such kind mother and her daughter so special, she would get all the spoils without any work.

And truly, the queen chose well. Prince was the same (apparent) age as Snow White, and he was sole heir of nearby kingdom, richer and greater than one her father ruled (so greater that only thing that kept it from swallowing up their home, aside from their king's courtesy, was the queen, who knew all plans and desires of their neighbours, and could hold off the harvest and spring for years). He was said to be canny but honest, and rather good with sword and bow but pleasant, never one to seek out bloodshed. He was honourable and fair, and though well liked by ladies, hadn't dishonoured even one.

It sounded like bullshit to her, to be honest. Even her father, who was fair and wise, had his moments- he loved brawl, especially when he broke somebody's bones. And Snow White, well, she kept herself away from people, and never harmed anybody (but never helped out either), and still she had cruelty built in down to smallest piece of herself. Still, there were no whispers, no juicy gossip, and mirror found nothing unsatisfying and dangerous about him (for her mother would never lend her greatest treasure to somebody who would damage it), and so it was that Snow White was to be engaged.

The princess had met his parents, once or twice, for they sometimes rode out near borders of her country, and she had scried them, once she learnt where she was to be wed, in bronze mirror she had and rarely used for anything else. The king was thin, wiry man, with wild graying beard and wry voice, covered in pale old scars, and missing few teeth, and otherwise utterly unremarkable. His wife, a merchant's daughter they said he married for love, was short and warm woman, as sweet and well beloved as fat, greased meal in late autumn, with face as round as apple and eyes like chestnuts, or so flatterers said.

The prince was very handsome, they said. He was of fine face and figure, strong and healthy, with teeth that were nearly white, and warm eyes like amber, with flickers of gold inside it. His skin was of warm, ruddy tone, and he moved with energetic, dangerous strength and grace, as if he had fire inside himself. With his auburn hair, like wood in fall, and his clothes, all gold and russet, he was said to be as beautiful as sunrise.

He wasn't, and she envied him for that. She envied them all, him for his ordinary beauty, his mother for her soft, sweet features, his father for being unremarkable and gray.

( Snow White was a human girl, and so she was often prey to all misfortunes that plagued them, even teen woes. But as wrapped up in magic and mystery as she was, even that had to be unusual.

Truth is, Snow White is envious of everybody. There isn't a single face, single body she doesn't desire more than hers. She desires form that some would find boring, nothing special, perhaps even funny or repulsive. She envies her mother's fallen rival, her father's former lady, her brother's mother, for she is famous for her eyes as blue as sea, but princess finds neither salt nor waves nor fishes nor thousand shades and forms of water in them. She envies the cook's apprentice, for though she is known as very attractive woman, and it brings her trouble occasionally, she can talk to her brothers without them shaking with glee as they look at her. She envies her prince's mother, who is loved and respected for reasons that have nothing to do with beauty.

She has had her fair share of crushes, never acted on because they weren't appropriate for somebody of her status, because her mother wouldn't be satisfied with her choice, because they couldn't stop drooling when she passed. And so they all died, candle flames extinguished before they were anything more than a spark, leaving her to choke on guilt and longing and bitterness, to suffocate in impossible, petty desires.

She had never desired anybody because of their looks. She couldn't, because she had never been able to perceive beauty in people, because she had herself to rate them against. She looked at finest examples of human beauty and found thousand flaws, looked at them and saw how artificial it was, how dependent on right time and place and taste. Snow White could be skinned alive and have her bones broken and her head split open and covered in dirt and yet anywhere in world they would proclaim her the most beautiful.

But she couldn't be loved or desired. She was too stark and sharp and terrible for that. She wasn't a girl whose hand you could hold, woman who you could lay against, a person to hug and kiss and laugh with. Everything in her was hard and cold, like ice sculpture. She was there to be looked at, not loved. Because even as humans adored beautiful people, they didn't love ones who had truly been beautiful.

Human beauty was shallow, false and thin. All humans were equally beautiful, and they just had to work more or less on convincing others to find them attractive. But Snow White bore true beauty, heavy as mountain, truer than her father's blade. Primordial, essential, actual, her beauty was a true, divine thing, real and defined in mutable, shapeless world of human misconceptions. She was a marble statue trapped among embroidered caricatures, and she envied them so much.)

So she held no hopes, and received a grand surprise. For though her prince's eyes seemed ready to fall out of his skull, and bliss sparkled in them as tears gathered on edges, after some time he composed himself and gave her warm, cocky smile, and bowed and kissed her hand and talked with her.

They talked. They rode on horses. He laughed at her embroidery. She rolled eyes at his jokes. They showed each other their favourite hiding places. They sparred with hands and swords. He lost to her in race and she in archery. They walked in woods and put their knowledge of animals and herbs to trial. She learnt that he was truly as good and honest as he was rumoured to be, but easily bored, and he could get lost daydreaming, and loved to go sight seeing, and fussed too much about his clothes. He learnt that she liked to forage berries, and kept falcons, and hated jewellery, and was horrible dancer. They had even argued few times!

She fell in love with him, a little. Enough that they kept contact when she ran away. Enough that he wanted to expose queen's crimes. Enough that he wanted to give her honour of burial. Enough that when he died, she walked away.

Enough that he said nothing, when she commissioned shoes for her mother.

('' I wish he'd at least pretend to treat me like person.'' She had whispered, standing alone in his father's corridors, and when she met him she believed he was somehow immune to her beauty , that he saw person underneath.

''Stop with that!'' She shouted, when men offered her their hearts, and they did, and only later she noticed that some people adored her in quiet, steadfast way, no less terrible but much subtler, because they didn't want to die for her, they wanted to serve her.

''I love you.'' She told him, and of course he said yes, of course he loved her, he had to, even as he laid dying, and years later she kept wondering whether she imagined something russet and golden running at end of corridors.)

***

When she is queen, she will keep her chambers bare.

Everything about her will be bare, and simple, and cold. They will say, her husband’s people, when they are far away from her, that it is because she comes from colder, humbler, more barbarian kingdom that she is unused to fine luxury (she likes simple things because she spent so much time in the woods, they say, not understanding how rich, how elaborate, how beautiful everything was there, roots mingling and binding each other in knotwork, impossible shapes in bark, flowers worth more than jewels everywhere around her.)

There will be no excess, no luxury in her sanctuary. No tapestries, no costly furniture, no mirrors. Only bare, chill stone and bed to uphold a minor illusion of normalcy ( a girl of ice and death born, she has slept on Forest floor, and dreamed in mines, and slumbered in coffin of glass and gold). No satin, no velvet, no silk, no gowns or embroidery or crown, for she has no need of them.

No jewellry. Nobody will again tell her she is as precious as gems at her throat.

***

She doesn't dream. She remembers. She remembers memories that are not hers, lodged in between her flesh and bones.

She remembers winter. Always, always it is with her, more crucial than breath, than her name, almost as important as her beauty. She remembers cold of Niflheimr and of coming of first spring. She remembers snowflakes forming in clouds and melting on human faces, the mountain tips lined with white, the ice covering pines, the frost on abandoned blades, the rime that gathers at hem of lost shawls, the chill creeping over river's stones, the snowdrops rising from forming poodles, the crunch of frozen ground as her mother goes to border of Forest.

She remembers having bark, which protected her from rain, and wind, from cold and bugs. She remembers having roots, digging through soil, pulling water and minerals from ground, reaching out to taste sunlight. She remembers how it felt when sap coursed through her, her branches swaying on wind, her leaves remaining green even in winter as those of her neighbours turned brown and red and fell, remembers feeding on rotting flowers and grass caressing her trunk, the seeds falling and spreading, birds making nest in her crown, the queen's knife cutting branches off, off, off.

She remembers being warm, and flowing, being inside the veins. She remembers being child crying for parents lost to plague, the leper cast out of town, the old woman begging for scraps. She remembers warm, concerned voices of mothers who aren't hers, remembers being father, and having gray hair, and being hungry, and told she is ugly (in waking world she cannot imagine that feeling bad, but in dream it is, remembers childhoods that aren't hers. She remembers being scared of bleeding, being cold, and queen saving her/him/them, of being servants and obeying all her wishes, being trusted, and she remembers the blade, the curse, flowing over figure made out of snow until it turns pink, staining and clotting upon ebony talismans.

She dreams of hands upon her throat, and dying, and melting, losing everything, going to no hall, rejoining earth and water and coldness, and it is so peaceful that she almost regrets when she wakes up...

These are terrors that follow her in her dreams. In waking world, she cannot escape seven boys, running after her like most loyal dogs, begging to serve her.

***

At edge of every kingdom there is Forest.

There is difference between a forest and the Forest, just as there is difference between beautiful person and Snow White. The first is just bunch of trees and animals, which, perhaps bit scary at night, can be cut down and cleared away. But the Forests, are so much more, existing outside of civilized world, thinking and feeling and hungering, holding darkness and treasures and monsters within. Place where secrets are born, where miracles go to die, where Quests are done.

The Forests don't like people. They say that Forests were forged from Ymir's dying curse, and therefore there is terrible, chaotic power in them. Thousands of years ago, they marched against them, marched against whole world, and in three days humanity was crushed. For the Forests were grown before intelligent life came to be, and they despised men and their accomplishments. And so no weapon, no spell, no thing made by mortal hands held power within Forests. The strongest sorcerers were rendered powerless, and sharpest blade failed to cut.

It waits for her. Castle where she grew was far away from Forests, so far away that you couldn't even see it on horizon, even as a dark line, but Snow White felt it every day. Being a human girl, somewhat, she didn't know how to feel about it, and sometimes she could ignore it so well that she forgot it's existence, and sometimes it occupied all her thoughts.

(Were she only a spell-child, she would have noticed nothing. Were she a changeling, each day she would have felt same, and knew exact reason why. But mortal she was, and thus she was plagued with uncertain heart.)

Whether she wants or not, someday she will go to the Forest. Things like her must, just as snow must fall. She is too strange and cursed, even for a world full only of witches. She is meant for legends, and some tale will dig it's claws in her, and every tale has it's beginnings in Forest, even ones who have nothing to do with them. And she dreads when that day comes, because in Forest no spell can last, and what shall happen to her then?

(They are at her mother's hidden halls, as they are at every of her birthdays. She is seven, but to rest of the world she is twenty. She rides out, and huntsman accompanies her.

She is always accompanied by somebody, of course, because she must be protected, because always there is danger she would be kidnapped, for who wouldn't want to possess her? The huntsman is young, and good looking, or so she supposes. To her he looks like washed out, boring bunch of bones and flesh, but other girls say he is handsome, and to his misfortune queen agrees. But he is young, and he wants to live, and he is smart, but he has got conscience and she is so beautiful, that he breaks down and confesses everything.

A mother willing to kill her own daughter, and eat her intestines. Sounds horrible, but once they spend some time with princess people understand, even if they believe she was born like them. To live alongside somebody so beautiful, to be outshined while you grew older, weaker, as death came closer, that was horrible enough, but knowledge that nothing you ever do will help you come even closer to impossible ideal that is Snow white is horrible enough. Nobody could live with her, no more than they could gaze in Sun for years.

And besides, beauty like that, it doesn't belong to this world, doesn't come from it, and as such isn't meant to exist there. Beauty like that, it is meant for higher, greater places, not this dreary, low world. It is meant to be a tragedy, a warning, something to mourn for forever even if we never had it. Girls like that, they exist to be beautiful corpses, because no matter what they say, it doesn't matter because nobody will care for anything else but their faces, so this way they do favour to everybody. You can't blame the queen, they say, and after all, makes sense for one who created her to be one to get rid of her.

For first time in her measly seven years of life, Snow White understands how her mother thinks. And she knows what will happen were she to face her.

She turns, and runs in heart of the Forest, in darkness, because it's monsters are at least honest.)

***

She is five hundred and sixty three years old when she sacrifices first child to escape.

Oh, not in usual sense, not yet anyway (it will be little bit longer before she drags children to crossroads at midnight and spills their blood and cooks their hearts to buy escape). Of course, she has killed young people, and somebody's children before, some of them her own descendants, but she has never sacrificed any child. She hasn't taken something innocent and powerless and blameless and cut it's life short to buy few more seconds, because that isn't how story goes. people tell it, and they believe, and souls are dragged from death to relieve it. And hers is simplest story. The queen is powerful, and she desires her death, and Snow White runs until she is caught and put in glass coffin, and then everything begins anew.

She has lived near village for some seven years by then, wrapped up in shawls and masks, because even though it doesn't stop people from gazing in awe it stops them from kneeling, because they only feel her beauty, don't see true miracle of her face. She has kept out of troubles, and even worked in mines so help the village, and she has scried lost children and horses in ice and coins, and brought them home from deep dark woods. And yet, man whose broken leg she healed heard rumours, and connected dots, and went in wide world to tell the queen. And what could she do, but take off her shawls and masks and go down, as they parted before her, as they knelt, and drag his only daughter from her home with but a smile.

''You did a cruel, horrible thing. You were hurting, and you wanted to settle accounts, so you decided to be unfair as well. it didn't help you in the end, but you decided destroying something small and blameless will make you feel better.'' The old, ugly woman with burned face and shadowed hood, dressed in grey and russet tells her, as they hide in cave, as she tends Snow White's wounds and ignores her beauty, as she holds her even as death tries to drag her down. Snow White ignores it- the world had walked over, broken and spat out Cinderella, letting her be nothing but slave, nothing but ceaseless, unpaid servant, nothing but role assigned by her story. She doesn't understand revenge because she has no hope, no happiness, no way out from her life, but Snow White won't be broken like that. Snow White will be strong for them both.

''Do you love me? Do you dare think you are worthy of sight of me? Prove it to me!'' She roars, cackles, smirks as traitor cries, as lighting races from her mother's shining rings, and girl cries and nods, laughs and bows and jumps in front of blazing magic to protect the fairest thing in the world.

For @slavicwitchling ‘s birthday, hope you like it my dear. Sequel to this drabble.

#character:snow white #Story:Snow White #fairy tale retelling #fantasy

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The Best Wake-Up Call - Ray/MC/Sirius (NSFW)

When MC wakes up feeling rather mischievous... Everyone benefits. Join one of my favorite threesomes for some morning fun.

Thank you to the sweetest @kashimalin for this commission! You are always the best! ♡♡

Please be warned, this is a bisexual threesome (includes suitor/suitor). Read at your own risk.

*This is a repost, as the original was flagged by Tumblr but given no chance to appeal??

On this hazy weekend morning, she awoke feeling damn satisfied. Flitting rays of languid sunlight fell absently across a delicate face, nothing compared to the heat of the bodies that cradled her. Two sets of arms draped protectively over their little lady, both claiming yet acquiescing to the other upon the crinkled bedsheets, a light shade of lavender. A slight musk clung to the air: evidence of the night before. She blinked sleep from half-lidded eyes as clarity ambled back and a handsome face came into view. Mmm…

Sirius remained captured by slumber, breath coming in steady waves as she studied his gorgeous eyelashes and the tousled crop of dark hair that brushed across his forehead. His smooth lips were slightly parted, beckoning her closer. She would have gladly given in to that desire if taut arms weren’t tugging her away, nestling her within the curve of the body behind. Ray pressed his nose into the nape of her neck, planting a sweet kiss before he replaced his lips with a nuzzle.

“You’re awake?” She whispered, grinning as he bundled her closer, meeting her back with a firm chest.

“Yeah.” His soft voice was melting honey with a hint of husk, a remnant from the growls of last night. “Good morning.”

“Sirius isn’t up yet.” She cast a glance back to the queen, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. Combining the view with the feeling of Ray’s eager hands on her bare stomach, fingers that could so easily coax her into whimpers... She blew a low, heated breath to assuage reddened cheeks.

“No?” Ray lifted his head, smirking as he noticed the slight tent Sirius had created in the blanket. “Part of him is.”

She slid her eyes down, instinctively licking her lips when she realized what Ray meant. Yum. Her hand lifted the blanket away to expose, drinking in Sirius’ broad chest, firm muscles, and of course, his thick, full cock. Ray would never admit it except in his mind, but the man was blessed. Silently, they watched as he rolled onto his back, the head of his erection resting against his taut stomach amidst the sea of sheets.

“Ah!” She let slip a half-stifled yelp when Ray’s fingers teased apart her folds, dipping into her heat with an eager digit. He found her dripping. Perfect. He explored, keeping infuriatingly shallow until she bucked against him, subtly begging for more while swollen whispers met the warm air.

“Just the sight of him is enough, huh?” He slid an extracted finger into his mouth, tasting the ever-sweet arousal of his lady.

Jealous? But she held the word on her tongue in favor of another. “Ray… You know what would be even better? What would turn me on even more?” The king raised a curious eyebrow. “If I could watch you… suck his cock.” The phrase felt too dirty for this pure morning, but the way her tongue tangled with the syllables only enticed Ray further—especially when she met his eyes with a sultry smile.

“I can never turn you down, can I?”

His muscles tensed as he shifted, fully nude, moving until he finally settled between Sirius’ half-parted legs. Sirius had once confided in them how he wished to be woken up in this way… He just never specified by whom.

Grasping the base, Ray lowered his mouth onto the prominent head for his first taste of Sirius’ cock. His tongue traced a lazy circle around the ridge, leaving trails of saliva. The unfamiliar flavor wasn’t half bad, but Ray’s attention was captured by the firmness that pushed against him, the slight twitches that seemed to be asking for more. “Mhn…” Sirius’ quiet, rumbling groan had Ray’s own length tensing, stiffening. Another inch disappeared into slick warmth as Ray struggled with the sheer size, unwilling to back down. There was something addicting about this, about the way Sirius moaned when Ray cupped his balls with a careful hand, his breath hitching even as he dreamed (of something naughty, no doubt).

She held her breath, barely believing that she stood witness to this magnificent scene.

“Oh…!” When Sirius hit the back of Ray’s throat, he was thrust into consciousness by utter pleasure. His hands crushed bedsheets into fists as violet eyes fluttered open, the ceiling coming into view. He whispered her name in rapture, an assumption sorely mistaken. “I… Wow…”

“Keep your eyes closed, Sirius,” she positioned herself, the sound travelling as if she were the one swallowing his thickness. “Just let me please you.” Ray’s expression spoke of confusion, but she raised a finely manicured finger to her mouth to shush.

Sirius would have done anything to keep the sensation going, obeyed any request she had of him. The haze of sleep kept him from questioning why it felt slightly different, why her voice remained unmuffled. All he could focus on was the sliding of the warm tongue, massaging so insistently against where head met shaft. She’d never been so bold with his balls before, but god, he loved the way she straddled the line, finding the perfect pressure to have him gasping.

“Does it feel good, Sirius?” Sin wept from her careful words as she watched his chest rise only to fall with welcome exhaustion that only sex could bring.

“Fuck.” Sirius’ hips were beginning to do just that, shifting upwards as he sought more of that heat on him, wanting to be engulfed by it whole. Ray took him in stride, matching his thrusts with unparalleled vigor, even retaining full use of his tongue on Sirius’ shaft. The queen was imprinting the taste of himself onto his king with each desperate stroke. Rationale melted, replaced by an overwhelming need for a visual. The sight was always a treat; he could never get enough of her sweet lips wrapped around him, cheeks flush with effort. And she would always be soaked by the end of it. Just imagining it was enough to shove him towards climax. Surely, she wouldn’t mind if he had a peek…?

A fresh pleasure and moan strangled his surprise when Sirius saw just who it was that was bobbed on his dick, whose throat he was buried in. His eyes narrowed. She was kneeling beside him, rose peaks swollen with need, eyes wholly focused on Ray’s mouth. Sirius wanted to lick, to flick his tongue along the curves of her chest until she was a symphony of mews, but first… Did they really think they could trick him? Though the thought to throatfuck his king had never quite made a lasting impression in his mind before, he didn’t mind this in the slightest. What he did mind however, was the prank. Sirius let a grin grace his strong features. No worries. He would repay them in kind.

He slid his eyes shut, surrendering to the intensified bliss darkness brought. He couldn’t risk being discovered, not even for an eyeful of the coquettish Ray, so obediently devouring him. Now, Sirius began to thrust in earnest. It was practically impossible for him to bottom out, but Ray was damn sure Sirius was trying his best. Sirius imagined that pretty mouth was going to be sore as he took ecstasy, resisting the urge to grab a handful of Ray’s hair to force him down lower.

Ray could barely breathe as he grasped the base, trying to get Sirius to slow but the man was too damn strong. He was forced to relinquish all control to his queen. Was Sirius usually this rough with her? Ray was given no time to mull, the cock demanding his whole attention. He neglected his own, pre-cum dribbling from the tip.

“I love your taste, Sirius…” Judging by the look on Ray’s face, she wasn’t completely off-base. Even though Sirius knew the truth, her words still spurred him on.

“Haaah…” She recognized these particular noises that Sirius couldn’t hold back, the ones charged with a delicious madness as he sped towards the peak, wanting nothing more than to fill Ray’s mouth with his cream. “Ahhh…” There was no aphrodisiac better as she tensed, failing to staunch her own rising desire to be fucked.

“Unnh!” The final moan was accompanied by the harshest thrust yet, the first spurts of cum sent right down Ray’s throat as he swallowed automatically. He couldn’t handle it all. It dripped in rivulets down the shaft as he choked, drawing back just enough for air to return. Her nails scored moons in tense palms as her hands bore down on her knees; she wasn’t certain she’d ever been so aroused.

“Had enough yet, Ray?” Sirius’ amused voice shocked them both as they whipped their gazes up, taking in the smirk on his handsome face.

Ray wiped the corner of his lips for excess cum, returning the grin with one of his own. “Maybe.” The strategist was clever. Too clever for something like this to fuddle him.

She wasn’t able to keep her cool as well as Ray. “You knew?!” Sirius wanted to kiss that adorable surprise right off her lips. “When did you find out?”

“That... is a secret.” He straightened, pushing himself up into an upright position as something fierce flamed in his gaze. “Now, did you really believe you could trick me, my little, naughty lady?” Calloused hands on her waist hoisted her up and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on softness as Sirius towered over her. She bravely held his stare with eyes that spoke of pure excitement.

“Ray. I think her cunt needs attending to,” Sirius murmured the command, not even bothering to spare Ray a glance as he traced her awaiting lip with a thumb. He forced the lips to part as he slipped the finger inside, meeting her warmth as she circled the digit with the tip of her tongue. “Did you enjoy the show?” A slight nod. Her honesty was rewarded with a second finger. Despite having just climaxed, he could never resist the feeling of her suction, the way she lapped at him as if he was the only thing that could satisfy her in this world. His cock twitched, blood pumping south. That was her favorite look on him: the flushed cheeks and lip bite of a man about to surrender to his desire.

Ray was getting proof of exactly how much she enjoyed watching them when he lowered his mouth to her and gave her that first, tantalizing lick. Goosebumps pricked on her skin from the shiver that sped through her at the feeling of finally having her desires fulfilled. And by a tongue that had just been wrapped around Sirius’ cock…

Taking his sweet time, Ray nibbled on her flesh, knowing the pleasure would overpower any modicum of pain she could possibly experience. A tongue slipped between her folds, drinking in her arousal as he flicked against contracting walls, already imagining what it’d be like to be inside her. The two men couldn’t help their smiles at her feverish moans, especially when one began to suckle her clit, and the other trailed his wet fingers over skin to massage a hardened nipple.

She had to shut her eyes. The bombardment of sensation was enough to overwhelm her with the pleasure that rippled through her veins, spreading from where they made contact with her bare skin. She wasn’t even sure where to put her hands, finally settling for gripping Sirius’ arm with a tense hold. Ray’s fingers danced across her body like a cat given full reign of a playground. Being shared between two men was an exquisite experience, one that had no parallel for her as she let them indulge, exploring her as if they wanted to devour her entirely. And if that felt anything like this… She was tempted to let them.

God, Ray wanted to fuck her. A want so powerful it was straddling the border to need. His hips bucked involuntarily, begging to be let loose but he kept himself in with great restraint. The hand wrapped around her thigh squeezed tight, keeping her spread for him. He was so focused on the way she was shifting her hips up for more that he didn’t even notice when Sirius moved behind him, only when a broad hand shifted around him to grab his firm cock.

“Whoa!” Ray jolted, but welcomed the pleasure that Sirius sent rushing through him in seconds, squeezing and smearing the pre-cum all around the curved head. Firm fingers on his frenulum coaxed moans from Ray’s lips, spilling from the mouth that continued to partake in her sweetness.

“Want me to stop?” Sirius asked, though he already knew the answer judging by the way Ray tensed and reacted. Still, he slowed to an agonizing pace—guiding, not pushing, Ray towards the cliff.

“R-Ray…” Longing laced itself in the soft way she panted his name. “Please.” His tongue brought magic, but she needed to feel him sliding into her, every inch of his cock dripping with her. “I want to come with you inside me…”

The lock of restraint shattered into a million pieces. Ray gave her clit one last fond kiss before surging up, his cock more than ready to please. Sirius let him go for now, though he didn’t intend in the slightest to let Ray off so easily.

Well-versed in this position, Ray wasted no time in sliding the first inch of himself into a heat that always eviscerated all thoughts from his mind, leaving only ones of her. Both of their gasps were lost into the air, mingling with the smell of sex as perspiration peppered their skin. Her hands sought his body, beckoning him deeper as she brought up her hips to meet him. “Ahh, Ray…” He thought she was radiant, with her light-brown hair spread out on the pillow like a golden storm as she purred for him, intoxicated by the stretch, the fullness of his cock.

They fell into familiar routine, with his fingers at her clit melting her as she bucked beneath him, quivering with the pleasure of him. He recognized the incredible squeezing of her cunt as he increased his rhythm, speeding to the tempo that always had her climaxing in minutes. She responded as he knew she would, coming with a delicious cry that he stole from her lips with a kiss. Nails scratched his back as she just let herself feel.

Ray was too distracted to recognize the opening of a tube, the squeezing of lubricant onto Sirius’ fingers. It wasn’t until those fingers circled his ass that he realized what Sirius intended. Ray was too far gone to really protest. Sirius was a man damn talented with his hands, confident in his skills. It wasn’t something they did often, but it was a first in this position.

“You better do it right,” Ray gasped, throwing his head back when Sirius pushed in a joint, up to his first knuckle. Sirius indulged in the curve of Ray’s powerful spine, a desperate look only he and the little lady were privy to.

The low rumble of Sirius’ chuckle was music. “You seem to be enjoying it right now.” The way Ray’s ass clenched around him was leagues more honest than the man. A tease to the end, Sirius began to draw elongated brushes against his partner’s twitching walls. His other hand palmed a soft cheek, fingers digging into the firm behind while he considered whether or not to spank. “What do you think?”

“He is!” She exposed him without hesitation. Ray’s breathing was unmistakably ragged, his thrusts gaining a new depth of recklessness as he hilted himself for that first glorious moment when every inch of him was engulfed by her. Still, he shot her a pout that seemed to say traitor. Her giggles were forced into heady moans when he added an extra roll into his strokes. A fitting punishment for her transgression.

A second finger joined the first in Ray’s ass, stretching and preparing him for something much thicker soon to come. Amused, Sirius watched Ray subtly lift his hips up, his body craving more even if his mouth remained stubborn. But even two fingers weren’t enough to compare to Sirius’ cock, and Ray realized he was getting impatient despite himself. She knew he couldn’t focus properly on her and didn’t mind; Ray had no clue how sexy he was in this moment: bangs falling, eyes shut, whimpering as if that could save him.

“Want something more, Ray?” Sirius extracted his fingers enough for Ray to feel the sudden emptiness.

But the stubborn Ray refused to give Sirius what he wanted to hear, though he wasn’t particularly convincing. “N... No.”

“No?” Sirius finally replaced his hand with the head of his cock, slick with lube and his own pre-cum. “You don’t want this?”

Ray thought he was going to lose his mind altogether at the feeling of the smooth glans just barely slipping past the barrier, to… “N-No—ah!” He’d clean forgotten how amazing it felt to be fucked from behind, and Sirius was here to remind him. Without realizing, he pushed deeper into her than he usually did from surprise, but she relished it. Ray was always restraining himself with her; just once, she wanted him to give in to his instincts.

Sirius sucked in a hot breath as he dove further, inch after inch with Ray wrapped perfectly around him. “Ah, damn,” He groaned, overloaded with the sensation as she clenched around his cock, and Sirius ensured Ray felt every bit of the dick sliding inside him.

Sirius was practically panting from the pleasure when he was utterly buried. He really didn’t want to withdraw, but the desire to repay Ray for the blowjob superseded all else. He pulled back as if he were about to thrust, but instead removed himself completely.

“What?” Ray continued to grind his hips into her, puzzled despite himself.

Sirius crossed his arms and smirked. “You said you didn’t want it. Or did you lie?” She held back the laughter this time as she watched Ray’s expression morph.

“… Damn it, Sirius.” Ray refused to turn back, to meet his gaze. “Just… Come on.”

“What? I don’t know what you want.” Sirius traced the tight nerves that tensed for him and only him. He met her gaze, her reverent gaze as she beamed up at him, the little minx. She liked the tease, liked watching the stoic Ray unravel. And Sirius was willing to indulge her in anything her sweet heart desired. She was playing along, cinching her muscles to give him an extra squeeze when he hit her core to frustrate him further.

“Sirius, please.” A swallow. “Please…” Ray finally met Sirius’ cool eyes, his own burning with animalistic lust. “Fuck me.”

Sirius didn’t need words. His cock did all the speaking for him when he drove it back into Ray, into the tightness that welcomed him. All three voices mingled in collective pleasure as Sirius fucked Ray deeper into her, pushing him beyond the limit the king could control. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she wanted more. Oh, what a feeling--Sweet, almost-painful pleasure wrenched moans from her, spurring both men on.

Drawing up Ray’s hips, Sirius stole bliss as he sent Ray shaking into the woman they both loved below, skin slapping against skin as his cock stimulated Ray’s sweet spot. “You’re so tight…!” Pushing his forehead against Ray’s back, he left nibbles that he smoothed over with hot licks and kisses. He’d never been quite so rough with Ray before, but the king responded with enthusiasm.

“More, Sirius…!” Her thighs were shaking, a happy mess as she begged, voice hoarse with morning and longing. Ray brushed against her clit with each stroke, each time he was plunged deeper into the cunt that was sure to have molded to his shape by now. The bed was rattling too, probably alarming the others in the rooms closest to them, but that mattered little now.

Ray echoed her sentiment with a growl, leaning down to suck on the softness of her neck as she held him close, rocking with him as Sirius manipulated them both with each powerful thrust. He’d never been stretched like this, but damn if Sirius didn’t know exactly what he was doing and how to make it feel like heaven. He would probably be sore for the rest of the week just judging by sheer size, but it was worth every ache.

Sirius swore his heart had never throbbed so intensely as it did now, watching them squirming beneath him as he fucked. He was thrusting a little deeper than usual, but Ray’s moans seemed to say the opposite. All too soon, Sirius wanted to come, to pump Ray with enough cream so that he would never forget who had given him such ecstasy. He wanted to see it drip from Ray’s ass as if he were a claimed man.

“Ah, Sirius, I’m close.” Ray could barely speak as his body jolted. Sweat dotted beneath his bangs as he tried to resist, needing as much of this sensation he could muster before the inevitable end.

“Me too.” There was a wildness to Sirius’ thrusts as he pistoned, never seeming to tire with his impressive stamina only possible through years of intense training. The image of them was one that would surely be seared into his mind for all time.

She beat them both to it, tumbling into her second climax of the morning with a half-shriek as she clung to Ray, wrapping her legs around him to keep him inside. He came on her heels, impaled on Sirius’ cock. Sirius joined them when Ray somehow got tighter still, forcing him off into the peak. And for a moment, everything was tense and euphoric, a perfection they so sought.

“Haah…”

The room was nothing but sighs and pants, ones of utter satisfaction as Sirius eventually left Ray’s warmth, collapsing onto the bed spread like a starfish. Ray rolled over onto the other side, echoing the positions they’d started the morning in, only one highly memorable threesome later. Cum dripped onto sheets that would have to be laundered at a later time.

“Sorry, I was a little rough there, Ray,” Sirius said with a sleepy grin.

“No, you’re not.” She poked Sirius in his sweaty chest, smiling along with him.

“I’ll get you back for it later.” Ray cuddled her, pushing them both forward into Sirius’ awaiting embrace as the queen’s strong arms came around them both. Ray pushed a kiss to the bicep before settling his head onto it. With a lazy hand, he drew circles around her bare hip, feeling the lull of sleep calling him home.

“Oh?” Sirius’ lips met her forehead, his eyes drooping too as he affectionately ruffled Ray’s black hair. “Challenge accepted.”

I love this threesome so damn much, and am glad to have had the opportunity to write for it!! Hopefully I will do more of them in the future.

Hopefully Tumblr lets it stay up this time ;;

#ikemen revolution #ikerev sirius #ikerev ray #ray blackwell #siris oswald #ray x mc x sirius #thirstisreal #assertive MC gets her mans

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Bird Banfe: The Frederator Interview

You might be surprised, talking to people in the animation industry, at how rare it is to encounter a still-kicking passion for cartoons. Bird Banfe is, to borrow Drake’s term, a real one. A recent SCAD Grad with mad Storyboarding skills, a deep investment in Scooby Doo and a penchant for pink, Bird's enthusiasm for her craft emanates from her, an enlightened power not unlike those of the magical girls she grew up idolizing. Hearing Costume Quest’s Production Coordinator speak with conviction, knowledge and love for the shows that shaped her, and those she now helps shape, it’s abundantly clear that her passion is an unstoppable force, and when it comes to Bird’s dreams, my sense is that it’s never been a question of ‘whether’—simply one of ‘when’.

How did you break into the animation industry?

I got the chance to intern at Nickelodeon during my last year at SCAD, on Spongebob. Totally by accident!

Cool! How does one “accidentally” become a Nicktern?

The Dean of our school was PO’d because Nick representatives were visiting campus, but it was finals and nobody knew, so people weren’t showing up. My friend who worked in the animation building called me up and was like, “Hey, there are Nick people here doing general interviews. Come do one!”

So you bailed on whatever you were doing and went?

Yeah! I had like 30 minutes to throw on an outfit, a little makeup. I thought it went awful. Which is how you can expect an interview to go, with no preparation and barely any clue what it’s for. I didn’t hear anything for a couple months, so I figured, eh, good learning experience. Then on the last day of school, I got a call at like 9pm from an unknown number, and didn’t pick up. They left a voicemail - and it was my interviewer! She said she had something to tell me. I was like, “What?! It’s been two months! This could still be a thing?!”

And on the last day of school!

The last day of school - period. I was driving home to New Jersey the next day. No job lined up, flipping out. We got in touch, I waited a bit more, then I got a call from the Spongebob team. From a Skype interview with them, I got the job.

What were your responsibilities on Spongebob?

The same as a PA. Handling files for artists, organizing things, picking up tasks to help the production along. On Spongebob specifically, I did a lot of archiving backgrounds. The show has these beautiful, physical painted backgrounds. Handling those was probably the coolest part of the job. It got really weird sometimes. It’d be like, “Here is the interior of Patrick’s mouth and it’s really gross.” And I’d have to search around to label it, because they go into Patrick’s mouth in like 3 different episodes.

Wow, so you became the in-house expert on Patrick Star mouth shots.

It was a lot of fun! I learned a lot about how animation works. In art school, they don't teach you anything about production. I didn't know what to expect, or really what was expected of me! I'm good at organizing, I know Photoshop, and I work really hard. Those things carried me through the internship.

Backing way up - when did you know you wanted to work in animation?

A lot later than most people would say. I wasn’t drawing on the walls when I was two. I was drawing! But about as much as any kid would. I wanted to be a Veterinarian for most of my life. In sophomore year of high school though, I realized I have a lot of story ideas, and original characters - all the stuff that kids who really like anime would have. And I knew I’d go insane if I didn’t have a creative job. That decided it for me. Not, “I really want to do this!” more, “I can’t imagine a world where I’m satisfied with a different career”.

So as a junior and senior, you geared yourself toward animation?

Yeah - my Uncle was working in visual effects, mainly for superhero movies, so I knew someone ‘who does that’. I knew it was an option, not an intangible dream. I was in art classes throughout high school, because they were fun. But then I started going to an art studio after school to take animation, painting, and life drawing classes - the last of which was a big shock to me.

Oh, wow - you did all the right things!

When you know people who do it, they’ll tell you! “Go take your life drawing classes—there are no other kids in high school drawing naked people, you’ve gotta do it”. I got advice from a lot of people and followed it the best I could. I applied to a bunch of art schools for animation, though none in California. Not even CalArts - wasn’t even a blip on the radar (off my surprise) It was too far for my family! We picked Savannah, and I’m really glad. I had a great time at SCAD.

What did you like best about animation at SCAD?

It was a good fit for my personality. I was very much the go-getter in college - you know, a try-hard. And the school has a ton of great resources if you want to put in the work. SCAD is set up in a way where if you take advantage of everything that’s there, and are willing to work, you'll prosper.

Going into animation, did you have a focus in mind?

I knew from my animation classes in high school on that I wanted to storyboard. I figured that out quickly, mostly because my teacher steered me toward it. He was like, “You’re good at this. You need to keep doing it.” I was like “Okay, will do.” (laughs) I think every role in animation is interesting, and I’m not too picky. I’m sorta glad somebody made that decision for me!

Are you now looking for avenues into storyboarding from production?

Definitely, but I’ve loved my time in production. I can’t see myself doing it forever, but, remember I said I was a big go-getter in college? I pushed myself really hard. I don’t want to say I burned out, but... I wanted time for myself. To learn how to be an adult, do things like cook for myself. Working in production has given me time to breathe and figure out what I value in the industry.

For example - I was accustomed to that air of, “Oh, you want to be on a show with clout, a show that people know”. I realized on Spongebob how little that really means. Tell anybody in the industry you’re on Spongebob and they’ll go, “That’s cool” and maybe mention their friend on the show. It wasn’t ‘celebrity status’, you know? Maybe to my Grandma, but not to people here. I’ve come to see it’s much more important to find a team that really works with you, and Costume Quest was that team for me.

Did being part of a great team help you shelve the art anxieties?

Oh yeah. When I first started in production, part of me was like, “You need to get into art, now. You need to be doing this, this, and THIS you should have done yesterday!” Tons of pressure. But on Costume Quest, I realized, “These are really great people. I like being around them, I like coming to work every day. I don't want to leave.” So I decided I'd do everything I could with this show and this team. And that’s been very fulfilling. Not in a way that I expected—but in a way where I’ve learned about what I need in a workplace.

What’s your Big Goal in animation, if you have one now?

I always feel embarrassed saying this, because I'm just starting out. But I have lofty goals of being a Creator. I just want to make something that’s important to young girls growing up. Thinking about the things that were important to me as a little girl, I want to foster that.

What kinds of Things?

Magical girl shows (laughs). Sailor Moon, Tokyo Mew Mew, Cardcaptor Sakura. The very ridiculous, very pink, frilly stories, where the message is usually “Love is the most powerful thing in the universe”. But I think those stories are really important! Empathy is important to teach people, and cartoons do that, today more so than ever. Plus, kindness is actually what kids want: when we tested our show, we got feedback that the kids didn’t like it when our characters were mean. When I was growing up, there weren’t as many US shows that talked about interpersonal dynamics, or hit on the empathy theme: “people are different from you, that’s why they behave differently.” That’s probably why anime was so fundamental to me then. Spongebob wasn’t talking about things that felt important to me at that age, but Naruto was. I’ve always been attracted to stories about people learning what it means to grow up and make the world a better place, and where the characters are fun to watch doing that. Costume Quest definitely is that, to me. I just really like all the characters.

Who are your favorite of the characters? Which ones do you identify with?

I definitely identify with Wren the most—which is not something I should admit to. Very much the stubborn, rough-and-tumble personality. I look at her and go, “Yup, that’s me as a kid.” My favorite character is Rudy, which is really weird. It’s that crazy YouTube-popstar personality - the one associated with “YouTube celebrity” which I just find hilarious. And I love Reynold. I like the dynamic between him and Wren the best.

Do you have a favorite episode of Costume Quest?

My favorites are always the Reynold ones, because they have so much heart. You really feel for the kid. He goes through a lot, and he cares a lot; there’s just no way you can’t. I’ll say “Scout’s Honor”. Of all the episodes we’ve done, that’s probably the one that puts a smile on my face the most. The board artists and writers packed a lot of funny stuff in there, and I love singing along with it.

What have you liked best about working on Costume Quest?

The people, first of all. And it’s just a good show. I live for those moments where I can watch something then go to my friend later and be like, “Remember that part?” and crack up about it. Costume Quest is a lot of that for me.

Anything you’d like future fans of the show to know?

Keep an eye out for a little clown doll. We got a haunted doll last summer, off eBay. His name is Little Richie and he moves around the office. It's so funny. It was actually Julian (interviewed here!) who decided to start hiding him in some of the backgrounds. So he’s now a fun little Easter egg - or a continuity error, depending on the sense of humor of whoever you ask. It’s been so fun having him crop up all over the office. In the freezer, behind a plant. Suspended from the ceiling.

What are your favorite cartoons?

I love love love loved Scooby Doo as a kid. I still do. I love those ridiculous straight-to-video WWE crossovers. They are my guilty pleasure in every sense of the word. So bonkers. There’s John Cena standing next to Daphne. It's great. I was Scooby for Halloween for 5 years. I was obsessed, but not for any reason that I can parse today as an adult. I think I just like dogs. I really liked Chowder. That show, especially that style, stood out to me when I was deciding to pursue animation. Same with Flapjack, a similar vein of style and humor. And with both, it’s these lead characters who are just sweet kids, nothing but nice. Courage the Cowardly Dog I loved, even though I was the most easily scared kid in the world. You might think, “Oh, Scooby-Doo, Courage the Cowardly Dog, you must like scary things.” Not at all. I was deeply afraid. I just loved dogs that much. PowerPuff Girls was huge for me. These days, I have to keep up with every episode drop of Steven Universe or risk getting it spoiled. Star Versus and OK KO! are great too, and Ducktales I really enjoy putting on.

What are you working on now? Do you feel pretty motivated to go do your personal work after the work-day?

My portfolio. And it’s hard. It’s really hard. It took time, but I’ve come to terms with that. You can’t burn yourself out. You have to put body first and figure out the balance you need in life, in order to be happy. I’m also the type that works a lot better in an office setting. So I’m prone to coming into the office at a weird time, if I actually want to get something done. At home, I never get anything done. Unless it’s Sunday. Sunday is my work day. Saturday’s my sleep day.

Bird is now Production Coordinator on Final Space. Follow her on Twitter. Costume Quest will premiere in 2019 on Amazon Prime Video - keep an eye out!

Thank you for the interview Bird! And for helping make Costume Quest the extraordinary show that it is <3

- Cooper ❀

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[[Untitled Fic]] Chapter 1 - Tiberius

Summary - An abuse survivor in recovery accidentally finds herself befriending a bunch of Satanists.

You kids ready for a first chapter that is probably waaaaaayyy too long? Good, it’s here.

This is gonna be a Copia/OC fic with some romance, some awkwardness, and some drama if all goes according to plan.

WARNING -- This sweet baby girl is an abuse victim. If this makes you uncomfortable, I’d sit this one out because it is an integral part of Evelyn’s life. Also, I take her triggers and reactions partially from my own experiences with emotional abuse and from other accounts of abuse that I have heard from friends or read. If you have any comments, critiques, or concerns with how I write these situations, please let me know! I only have my own knowledge to draw from and your input is appreciated.

Getting a cat was a mistake.

I had been advised by both my doctor and therapist to get some kind of animal companion so that I wouldn’t be so alone all the time when I left the hospital. Not that I minded my time at home, watching TV. It just seemed like a nice thought to have a furry friend around the house that could sit on my lap and comfort me in harder times. I had always loved animals, but had never had the chance to care for a pet of my own.

I had to set out to a local shelter, determined to get a dog. In a window close to the entrance, though, I saw a group of cats playing together. I took a small glance in and saw a white cat with black on his paws and around his eyes, which were mismatched green and pale blue.

I was immediately in love.

The shelter had named him Tiberius; apparently his entire litter had been named after Roman emperors. I thought the name was silly, but decided to keep it, putting the name on his adoption papers and taking him home. I figured I could call him Tibby, which looked like it fit him.

The next few weeks with him were great. I had no idea how to care for a cat, but Tiberius had very little needs. He mewed when he was hungry, used his litterbox 95 percent of the time, and curled up next to me and purred every second he could. He was a perfect cat

That is, until today.

I had opened the front door to take out the trash and Tibby bolted out like a bullet from a gun. I groaned loudly, dropped the trash bag on my porch, and sprinted after him. I did not have time for this. I had to be to my doctor in about 20 minutes to get my stitches out and those things itched like hell. I wanted them gone, but apparently Tiberius thought I needed to get in a morning run before hand.

He was so fast for a creature that was usually so lazy. I would get close to him and he would zip away, farther and farther down the driveway. It seemed like he was having fun, which made me even more mad. I thought I had him cornered at one point, until he ran between my legs and across the street. My heart dropped, hoping that no cars would hit him, and I just watched dumbly as he made his mad dash across the road. That did nothing to ease my worries, though, because as soon as he hit the other side of the street, he bolted his way through the open doors of the abbey across the street....Great.

The abbey, which I had just been calling The Church in my head, was something that no one in my neighborhood seemed to like. People mumbled about it being a Satanic church. That didn’t bother me, however, as the presence of the ‘devil worshiping’ building brought the cost of homes way down in the area. Having just come out of a...rough situation, I couldn’t pass up the price of my small one story home. I had just told myself I’d avoid the creepy, Gothic building like the plague.

And now my cat that I have only had for less than a month just waltzed in there.

I groaned again. I was going to kill that little furry shit.

But to do that I would have to find him first.

I ran across the street and slowly, gingerly, stepped through the doors of The Church. The ceilings were high, covered in metal chandeliers that seemed to have electric lights in them. All the walls were brown stone that made every noise echo. Luckily, it seemed that the church was much busier than it looked on the outside. Members of the clergy in different colored robed milled around, nuns in shorter skirts than usual following after them. There were also a lot of people in all black wearing silver masks, which was weird. Or was it normal for this church? Either way, hopefully no one would notice one anxious girl darting around them trying to find one white cat.

I kept my pace quick, giving a wide berth to anyone close to me so I didn’t accidentally bump into them. I just had to find my stupid-ass cat and leave, no big deal. However, my heart was thumping. I hadn’t been around crowds much in the past three years and this was certainly a crowd of very strange people. It put me on edge. I was tense as I went through every hallway and corridor, no one seeming to pay me any attention. Surprisingly, I saw a handful of cats walking around the place, all probably strays, but none of them were Tibby.

Time was ticking away and I really had to go to my doctor’s appointment. I wasn’t going to have these stitches in my side a second longer than I had to. But I couldn’t just leave my new furry friend in a place like this. What if they sacrificed cats? Do Satanists sacrifice cats? I wasn’t sure, but even if they didn’t, one of the strays lurking around could attack him. I swallowed my pride and approached the next person I saw, one of the people in all black with the masks.

“Excuse me...” I said, my voice shaky and nervous despite my best efforts. “I’m sorry. I’m looking for my cat. He’s white with black on his paws and around his eyes. Have you seen him?”

I couldn’t see the person’s eyes through their mask but I could tell they were confused by me. They stared, unmoving, for a few moments and I felt myself start to sweat. Then the person made a kind of chirp noise, kind of similar to one Tibby made when I annoyed him, and pointed down a dark corridor.

“Uhm...Thank you.” I said and jogged away from the strange figure. I turned to look back at them for a second and saw them staring at me, something long and black swishing behind them idly. A tail? No, no time to think about that.

I kept my jogging pace down the corridor until I heard the sharp crash of something metal hitting the stone floors and the sound of a high pitched yelp. Something in my bones told me it was Tiberius doing something he shouldn’t have and I followed the noise down another hallway. As I turned the corner, I saw a very tall metal candelabra on the ground, it’s candles thrown off of it and put out by the crash. Next to it, I saw a man pressed up against the wall, his arms spread out and his palms crushed into the stones, trembling. I looked down from the man’s terrified face to see a little white ball of fluff kneading at his leg as if he wanted to climb up him.

I quickly ran up and scooped the feline off of the poor man’s leg, holding the menace in one arm. Tiberius stretched out his paws towards the man as if he didn’t want to let go. I held his arms down and started apologizing. “Sir, I am so, so sorry!”

The man quickly snapped to attention, obviously embarrassed to have been seen terrified by a cat that isn’t even a year old. As he nervously fidgeted, smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothing, I finally got a good look at him. He was an older man, but I couldn’t guess how old. 40s? 50s? I was never good at guessing these types of things. I’m not versed in what people in churches wear, but he wore a black robe with buttons all the way down, a black sash at his waist. At the end of the sash was a symbol that was like an inverted cross, but not quite. He wore the same symbol around his neck. His face seemed to be wrinkled from looking constantly worried; creases lined his face around his eyes and mouth and were deep on his forehead. His upper lip and around his eyes were tinged a purplish black. Makeup? He also had a mustache reminded me of 1920s black and white films. When he finally collected himself and looked up at me, I finally saw that his eyes were two different colors: green and a bright white. What a strange person...

The nervous man cleared his throat and stood up straight as if to show that he was more calm and collected than he really was.

“It’s...uh...” he cleared his throat again. “It’s quite alright. I’m just...not very fond of cats.” He looked in my direction, but was obviously avoiding eye contact. I think he was looking over my right shoulder.

“I really am sorry...He’s ever done this before...” I apologized again, patting the cat on the head gently for emphasis. Granted, I had not had Tibby long enough for him to do something like this, but I wasn’t exactly lying.

And then I noticed: the man had a rat on his shoulder.

“Oh my God, was Tiberius chasing your rat?!” I gasped, holding the small cat a little tighter. I had never seen him around other animals so I didn’t know if he would behave like this. I looked at the rodent and instantly felt bad for the creature. His ears were pulled back and his small pink paws were wringing nervously. I wanted to hold it and tell it everything was going to be okay.

“Yes, I believe he was.” The man seemed to relax slightly now that my eyes were focused on the rat and not him.

“Did he hurt him?” I asked with genuine concern. He looked at me, puzzled, as if no one had cared to ask him about the animal before.

“I...uhm...” he fidgeted again and looked down at the ground. “I don’t think so...Asmodeus is one of my faster rats...I don’t think a cat could catch him.” The poor creature still looked so scared and I frowned slightly.

“This might...sound weird...” I started, feeling a general anxiety in my chest at talking to this stranger. But my love of cute furry animals won out. “But can I...pet him? Or hold him?”

Again, he looked confused. I feel like he doesn’t have people ask to interact with his pets often. He looked at Tibby, then back at me, and at Tibby again, before giving a small nod. He held a leather clad glove to his shoulder for the rat, Asmodeus, to crawl in to. He wrapped both hands gently around the rodent and held him up to me. The rat seemed more curious now than anything, sniffing the air and looking around. I gently reached out and pet the top of his head with two of my fingers as a sign of apology. The rat looked at me and, for some reason, I felt like he forgave me and my asshole cat. I looked back up at the rat’s handler and realized he was staring at me. I couldn’t read his expression at all and it made me nervous. Then a small, almost unnoticeable smile played on his lips. I felt myself turn a bit red, taking a small step back. Now if was my turn to fidget.

“I--I’m sorry again.” I stammered, the anxiety in my chest blooming and making my ribcage feel tight around my lungs. “He just got out. I live across the street and he just ran in here. I don’t even know if I’m even allowed in here--I am so, so, so sorry.” The words tumbled out of my mouth even as it felt tough to breathe. There was a long silence between us and I could feel a lump of fear in my throat growing bigger and bigger.

“I...should go.” I squeaked out, taking a few more steps back. “I’m sorry again...” I realized that I didn’t know what to call this person, so I just went with what I thought was polite. “...s-sir...?” I had turned my back to him and was walking away, feeling a slight tremble in my legs, when he spoke softly.

“Copia.”

“Huh...?” I turned and saw him looking down at his hands.

“I am Cardinal Copia.....You can come see Asmodeus another time if you would like.” And he turned and walked the other way down the stone corridor.

“C--Copia...yeah...alright....thanks...” I muttered. “Oh! I’m Evelyn, by the way!” I didn’t even know if he could hear me as I blurted out my name, staring at his back as he left. I couldn’t make heads or tails of this person. I shrugged it off and went back the way I came. The farther I got away from that conversation, the less anxious I became. When I was almost entirely calm, the urgent itch in my side started again. My stitches...I had to get going. As I walked, I held Tiberius in front of my face with both hands.

“What were you thinking, little mister?” I asked judgmentally. Tibby licked my nose in response and I sighed. I looked into his mismatched eyes and realized...His patches of black fur made his eyes look like the Cardinal’s. I chuckled.

“Maybe you were supposed to find each other.” I said, cradling the cat in my arms as I continued to power walk and find the exit. “But, you have to admit, it was really shitty of you to attack his rat.”

[[How much is Tiberius going to be in this story? Not much, but I still love this fictional kitty with all my heart. Please leave any feedback you have for me! I hope to update this once a week.

Also, tune in next time for Evelyn getting stupidly lost and having an interaction with a Papa that makes her insanely uncomfortable.

Thanks for reading!

--Birdy]]

#FANFICTION #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost #cardinal copia #oc fic #romance fic

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 5 years

Photo

I wanted to do a drawing

of Sans’s secret twin sister San in AFAC style,

I even decided to give her a new color of clothes to make her well let’s say stand out from Sans, when she is dressed in the same color clothes as Sans, the only thing that is different is that she is female and the fact she always wears black tights

and like I said in the description over at Deviantart

San’s own Empathy

can be strong just like Sans’s own Apathy

this makes the two polar opposites of each other

plus I like the idea of San having the power of making herself or others either it be human or monster or pet or plant invisible

plus when I was posting this drawing over at Deviantart,

it had just hit me on that very day…..

that the outfit makes San look like a bee lol

and I decided that San is a double trait,

one side is Justice and the other side is Patience

San knows that Chara is being used as a scapegoat and they aren’t the real threat to the underground…

but San knows that Sans wouldn’t listen and he’s set in his mindset that Chara was always the evil one

but that isn’t true,

San knows that the reason Chara becomes all Geno-Chara is because of the corruption when the true anomaly convinces Frisk to kill,

it was never Chara who did this and San’s knows this

and as I said before,

San knows that Chara is just being used

and she knows that Frisk is being used as a scapegoat too

besides the whole having the ability to use invisibility

I like the idea that San can make others forget her, like before she moves to the capital

so she will no longer switch places with Sans,

so he could take a nap without Papyrus knowing.

one of the reasons why San left Snowdin

was because of Sans, being tired of trying to reason with someone who can’t see that Chara ain’t the real enemy and they are just being used as a scapegoat

can be emotionally draining,

I think the spell she could of used

could be called Amnesia Blizzard

like it appears as snow

but really it’s magic

if magically programed right

it will make one or more forget a certain subject or person.

San had programed it to make everyone including San and Papyrus forget her, well if Papyrus found out there were two of Sans and finds out he has a sister….

and well figuratively speaking

if San did exist in the AFAC AU

then she would still use such a magic

Amnesia Blizzard,

but could of used it when she was a child on Sans, Papyrus and Gaster to have them forget her while she ran away from home and lived maybe in the ruins,

but finding out about the riverperson

San uses the Amnesia Blizzard on them too

San knows that

depending on the programing of the magic spell

(which some monsters hardly use and they only use the shield or attack or healing forms of magic.)

the Amnesia Blizzard has it’s limits on how long it will last

which is why San would have to sneak into Sans and Papyrus’s rooms respectively and cast it and since Gaster has been in the dimension between time and space, the spell was able to last way longer because where Gaster was before, the spell was frozen.

but with Gaster being return,

San will have to cast the Amnesia Blizzard spell on him just as many times as she has done to Papyrus, Sans and Hermann

(remember this is all figuratively if she were in the AFAC, but I believe in any timeline and au, she would still use such magic such as amnesia blizzard, invisibility and any other magic she has learned)

I’m thinking of her being able to use Familiar Magic,

like being able to summon a Familiar and cast transformation spells.

and if I had to pick what kind of Familiar San would be bonded to

it would be a Magical Beast, not to be confused with how some monsters are anthropomorphic, a Magical Beast would be a type of magical animal that has been around much longer than monsters and humans and were the first magical beings that dominated the planet before monsters and humans came along.

San’s Familiar Magical Beast, is a Cat

well it takes the form of a normal house cat

but it’s true form is very big, like bigger than a lion or bear

so about half the size of a full grown elder dragon

I want to draw San’s Magical Beast Familiar XD

and transformation spells can be tricky on the first try

and it could of taken San 10 years to master it, well that is the idea I want to go with how long it took her to master such magic.

and even if some think it a double trait isn’t canon to Undertale

(or even Deltarune)

but in Nintendo Switch, it shows in the fight with Mad Mew Mew

(I like to call them Madmewy)

the soul is red on one side

and on the other it is a light blue or cyan color

which makes it a double trait, so Nintendo Switch has made Double Traits Possible and it’s just Fanon anymore.

but being a Double Trait could be a very rare thing to have

and I still believe that Kris’s true trait is Patience

this is because when they go to the dark world

their hair and skin become a type of blue color

(the hair might appear black but it’s really a dark blue)

this is because Kris, the real them is shining through even though they are being controlled by the Red Soul.

I know a lot of fans believe that the Red Soul is Determination

but I don’t believe that at all, I mean I use to but I believe that this Determination is really the Human’s Blood not the Soul

the Red Soul’s true name is Ambition

and when a human has both the flowing blood of determination and the soul of ambition inside of them, they work perfectly together and

are very powerful and are able to use the power of Reset

in theory maybe the other Humans with different Soul Trait

could his or her or their special powers

and once again Kris’s Soul Trait can not be the Red Soul

if it were, then Kris would of appeared Red in the dark world

not blue, them appearing as a blue color shows that the true soul inside them that is theirs is reflecting out

I believe that Susie’s soul trait is Perseverance

this is because she still appears purple when she goes to the dark world but I guess depending on the shad of purple if it matches the soul the color could be light or dark

if the monster is already one of the two.

plus if I had to pick who to trust more Flowey or Ralsei

I’m going to have to go with Flowey, even if Ralsei might seem sweet and kind......I know they are hiding something....and it ain’t no way that he’s the true Prince of The Dark with all those Delta Runes around his home.....he looks like a Angel and talks like a Angel,

but he’s a Demon Lord in disguise!

you know like those RPG where the Hero has to face a Demon Lord...

and if it’s okay to say, if Toriel’s OTP is Rose & Greg

I can’t help but think Sans’s twin sister San’s OTP

would be Eclipsa & Globgor

Globgor is AWESOME,

and for me those two are the perfect One True Pairing

and I believe that if I had a counterpart in SVTFOE

they would be a Mewman/Monster, this is because I had figured out the similarities that the mewmans and monsters have to those in real life from the history of how America was formed.

so my great-great-grandmother was a full Cherokee

so if I lived in the fictional world of SVTFOE

my great-great-grandmother in that world would be a Monster

Star’s own Great-Great-Grandma Shy

(Full Name Celena Butterfly, also called Celena The Shy)

was clearly a hybrid between a Mewman and Monster

I did a drawing of Celena, Garnet, Baby Meteora, Steven and Lancer

over at Deviantart, the drawing has writing on it

it says “We Are Made of Love”

the reason why I added Lancer into it, is because of my new theory which is that Lancer’s mother was a Lightener either Human or Monster type Lightener.

Meteora is more than the two of Eclipsa and Globgor

she is her father’s fury and her mother’s patience

she is a fusion of love between a monster and mewman

and fusions ain’t gonna follow human, mewman or monsters rules

cause they are made of love

not the Level of violence love, but Love.

anyway I really think the Black & Yellow outfit works for San

and they really do look like a bee wearing it XD

the next time I draw San in such a outfit, I think I will change the socks.

I can’t wait to see the episode of SVTFOE where we will finally see “Marco Jr.” but even if Marco’s little sibling is suppose to be a boy we can’t just rule out the possibility of them being either a boy or girl

I’m thinking up drawing up a new Fem-Agender Flag

Fem-Agender

(which is with those who were born female but feel agender too)

are half binary & half non-binary, the same can be said for those who were born male but feel between their birth gender

and being agender too.

I mean in most timelines and au

Chara, Frisk and Kris are either Male, Female or Agender

so why not Fem-Agender and Male-Agender too?

plus I still believe that a Chara who is born male in each timeline

and goes by the male pronouns, would hate humanity because of the name they were given.....cause once again Chara is a REAL NAME and isn’t from the word Character.

the only name that is truly a name that is shared between a boy and girl

would be Kris, well Sam too and any other unisex names

the name Chara is a Girl’s name

and it doesn’t come from the word Character,

but it appears some have mistaken it to be so.

and I know some know the truth about the name Chara

by the way when I say that the Submit as well as Asks are closed

I mean it is closed to everyone, I can still submit some stuff but only if I open up the submit once again and well I guess there are still other ways to submit but I like this better.

so after posting this up,

I’m going to have the submit back to being closed.

I decided to make a Ask Kris, and even have them be Fem-Agender

and well in other timelines

they could be Female or Male or Male-Agender or Agender.

but yeah the asks are closed.

anyway see ya later and stay safe everyone.

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justaramblingromantic · 6 years

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Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou and Tsukasa Eishi/EiRin

Type: Canon-divergent AU, Post-series, Peerless-verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 4781

A/N: Kink prompt. Rating for sexy tiemz. Why is my smut always so obnoxiously long...

He stared at her in disbelief, once she finally put out her request.

She stared back at him, utterly shameless and unrepentant, as always. Was there even the word ‘shame’ in her dictionary? At any rate, she was all bright eyed and bushy tailed and waiting expectantly for his agreement.

“You want me to what-” he uttered slowly, just in case he had heard wrongly the first time around. He seriously doubted it, though. Why was his girlfriend like this, he could not help but think dourly, and not for the first time. Other girlfriends expected romantic dinners and thoughtful, sentimental gifts from their significant others, but not her. No, she-

“Oh, c’mon! You said that you’d do whatever I want!” she reminded him, as if he could forget. If he had known that she would be demanding this sort of impossible things, he would have just cooked her a romantic dinner guaranteed to rock all the clothes right off of her and gotten her an expensive jeweled necklace or something equivalent.

That would have been less problematic than what she expected out of him.

He barely resisted the urge to rub his temples.

“…You want to be spanked. By me.”

He still had trouble figuring out her logic, mainly because there were none. She was completely incomprehensible.

“You make it sound so unreasonable,” she huffed, and he shot her an incredulous look.

“It is unreasonable. Why do I have to hit you?”

“Because I’ll enjoy it?” She tried to cajole him, which only served to earn another exasperated look from him. “…Probably?”

“…No.”

“Tsukasaaaaa,” the redhead dragged out his name, plopping down on the bed beside him and nudging him insistently as he was trying to ignore her. “Let’s just do it – maybe it’d be fun and you’d like it too!”

His response to her ridiculous pep talk was to grab her hand so that she would stop poking him and drop his arm over her shoulders, pinning her against his side and limiting the scope of her movements so that she could quit being so distracting. She wasn’t so easily quelled, much to his chagrin.

“Seriously, what does a girl have to do to get a good spanking around here,” she complained, immediately trying to wiggle out from under his grip. No such luck. Over the years, he had gotten pretty good at getting a firm hold on her because she could be really sneaky when she wanted to be. “I wanna know what it feels like! You’re the only one I can explore my sexual curiosities with! You don’t want me to get some other guy to do it to me, right?”

His temple twitched. He turned his head to this brazen minx.

“Are you trying to make me mad?”

Her cat slit eyes sparkled. She wasn’t even sorry. “Am I succeeding?” she asked him eagerly. “Do you feel like doing it now? You should do it properly, or it doesn’t count. Be forceful and beat me like you mean it!”

What was she even-

“Why are we always having this sort of conversations,” he asked to no one in particular. The urge to massage his head grew. She started poking him with her other hand.

“How angry do I have to make you to get you to turn me over your knee,” she demanded to know.

“Are you threatening me?” he enquired with dangerous calm.

“Yes~” she lilted. “What are you going to do ‘bout it? Punish me?”

His eyes narrowed at her smug, vulpine grin. She was just going to keep hassling him until she got her way, wasn’t she?

“You aren’t going to stop, are you?” he asked.

She pressed sweetly into his side, batting her eyes at him with exaggerated guilelessness that he was not buying at all. Her pink lips molded her request in a deliberately seductive drawl. “Please discipline me good, Eishi~”

So be it, then.

Before she could prepare herself, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her decisively across his lap. She gasped in surprise, and then grunted as she landed on her belly, stretched out over his thighs.

“Oomph-”

His hand splayed against the small of her back, pushing her down. The other flipped her skirt up to bunch around her waist, exposing her pert rear end. Her lace trimmed panties hugged and accentuated the smooth, round curves of her bottom, enticing his touch. His palm slid down from the base of her spine to her rump, cupping one firm cheek, long, lean digits curling slightly, possessively squeezing the soft flesh. She squirmed and pushed against his hand, delighted by his dominating demeanor.

“I cannot believe I’m enabling this,” he muttered under his breath.

“Less complaining, more doing,” she instructed bossily. Even bent over his lap, she was still trying to tell him what to do. He pinched her rump, a bit irritated. She yelped and then snickered, her shoulders trembling with her mirth. It was impossible to be too mad when the girlfriend was spread dorsal before him. And she had such an attractive rear too, shaped perfectly like a full, ripened peach, voluptuous and plump. It was a backside perfect for running his hands all over, fondling, rubbing…spanking.

“Be quiet,” he scolded. Everything about this troublesome woman drove him up the wall. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her skimpy underwear, and he slowly dragged the material past her hips and worked the scrap of silk and lace down her upper thighs, baring her cheeks fully. She wiggled her bottom playfully, mooning him with mischievous sensuality, only stilling when his hand skimmed over those lush globes, masculine, adroit digits drifting along the lower curves of her flanks, slightly callused tips tracing her sensitive flesh to where they joined at the shadowed apex of her softly rounded thighs. She bit her lip when he brushed his index and second finger lightly against the silken petals of her womanhood, concentrating on his touch.

With his other hand, he gently nudged her legs slightly apart, and she instinctively braced her feet against the footboard of the bedframe.

“You want this,” he reminded her again. “You can’t complain if you’re too sore to sit properly tomorrow.”

She turned her head to the side to meet his gaze. There was not an ounce of apprehension in her fearless regard. Only amused anticipation…

And trust.

“If it hurts too much, I’ll just have you kiss it better~” she teased. There was a low, languid purr in the quality of her voice, and he recognized it for what it was. She was starting to get excited. His lavender eyes darkened. He continued to finger her from behind, drawing lines along her labia, slowly growing slick with arousal.

She was ceding control, wholly giving in to him.

“…I understand. Count my strokes.”

She nodded.

“Mn.”

He caressed her rear, and then without warning, he raised his hand high and let it fly. The sharp crack of palm meeting bottom cheek reverberated across the quiet of her bedroom. She jerked slightly at the stinging sensation, drawing a surprised intake of breath. Predictably, it hurt, but at the same time, the fact that it was him administering this sweet punishment only made her lust spike.

“…One,” she uttered faintly, already starting to grow lightheaded with exhilaration.

He scrutinized her intently.

She was tense…not with trepidation…but anticipation. Slowly, he lifted his hand once more and slapped her soundly across her other cheek. Her breath hitched. A languid wave of delicious warmth started to spread in the pit of her belly, sinful and thrilling.

“…T-Two.”

Still silent, he repeated his deliberate action all over again. His attention was raptly focused on her, this breathtaking redhead draped over his lap with her bottom scandalously bared and wantonly begging for his abuse.

Smack.

She shifted restlessly, a breathy exhalation. Her features started to flush, out of his sight. There was no sign of her asking him to stop, however.

“T-Three.”

By the time the count reached eighteen, her rear was throbbing and there were matching bright red handprints seared onto her flesh, one on each cheek. Her bum felt like it was on fire; she felt unbearably hot and sensitive all over, squirming and breathing hard.

It was a challenge not to whimper.

On the other hand, Eishi was learning new things about himself that he never expected to find out.

There was something about spanking her that was incredibly…erotic. He did not like the thought of hurting her, but this was something quite different from physical cruelty. For one, she was blatantly enjoying it…and her thrilled little mews and gasps were incredibly sexy to experience. For another, he was extremely fascinated by the way her rounded flesh jiggled with every spank he administered. Her fair skin took on the rouge of his touch so readily too, blushing an enticing rose pink, and his handprints marked her bottom like twin brands of possession. He paused and quietly admired the view, his heated palm brushing against her warm skin, made so tender thanks to the diligent application of his hand against her rear.

She shuddered when his fingers caressed the curve of her rump, as if attempting to soothe the sharp bite of his blows earlier. Ooh, he was driving her crazy.

“Have you had enough?” he asked softly, his voice low and mellow.

She opened her mouth to reply, only to moan when he slipped his hand between her legs, long digits sliding seamlessly into her slick heat. She was thoroughly soaked with arousal, and could only writhe and arch into his touch. Her head dropped forward, forehead pressing against the cushion, her body trembling with barely pent desire. She shook her head wordlessly, her hands clenching into fists.

“No?” he enquired, the rich timbre of his deep tenor making her head go fuzzy. He stroked her needy flesh slowly, deliberately. She squirmed.

“M-More,” she breathed jaggedly, almost panting. “Eishi-”

He did not respond right away. No, he was intently exploring her silken passage, taut muscles slippery and clenching all around his fingers even as he continued the maddening pace of his languorous thrusts.

Her breathing quickened even more, the pulsing pressure that was slowly expanding inside of her made her feel like she was going to melt and explode at the same time. He curled his fingers, his thumb rubbing against the pearl of her clitoris, slow, gradual circles that steadily drove her to complete distraction. She bit the insides of her cheek, but was still unable to completely muffle the lingering moan that slipped from between her lips.

He stopped. She groaned unhappily, only to jerk when he pulled out of her abruptly and swatted her rump.

“Mmph!”

She grunted, but grew frustrated when he stopped again. Ooh, he was such a tease!!

“You’re supposed to count,” he reminded her softly, and she would be deaf not to hear the faint amusement in his voice. She wiggled against his lap, face scrunching into a scowl as she struggled to remember where they had stopped. He wasn’t helping her fraying concentration any, with how he was softly caressing her tender, sensitive rear, fingers once again drawing closer and closer to the slick petals between her trembling legs, so hungry for his attention.

“E-Eishi-” she stuttered, unable to prevent the full body shiver that wracked her entirety at his intimate touch. Her face suffused with color, her lips parted in a soft gasp. She had unknowingly unleashed a monster in her lover, but how was she to know that he would take to this role so easily? This side of him was incredibly exciting, though, and so sexy and erotic. Pinned down on her belly before him, she could not see what he was doing to her, but she could sense him acutely, which made it all the more thrilling. Another moan slipped from her mouth, and she pushed her hips against his probing fingers, impatient for more.

“Rindou,” he chided in a gentle tone, but he indulged in her unspoken demand and gave into her desires. She quivered and sighed, her mind growing even fuzzier with stark lust. His fingers were barely enough to satiate her raging need, and he seemed deliberate to keep her on tenterhooks, not satisfying her entirely and just ramping her up even more. He leaned over and brought his mouth close to her ear. “Should I stop?”

“No!” she protested, rearing her head. She started to scramble on her hands and knees, only to squawk when he pressed the flat of his palm against the small of her back and pushed her back down.

“Did I say that you’re allowed to move?” he pointed out. “You’re still being punished.”

Much to his surprise, she stilled, all meek and obedient once more, vibrating with sheer anticipation. She was having a lot of fun playing the role of the recalcitrant maiden, it seemed.

“How many times has it been now?” he asked again. It was surprisingly, deliciously, enjoyable, having her at his mercy. She was always so exasperating and unruly, so this was a rather tantalizing change. …She was still as distracting and provocative even when she was being all faux docile and submissive, he realized.

“…N-Nineteen!!” she blurted out at last, relieved to finally remember her count. She yipped when he spanked her again, another muffled moan slipping from her lips. She was all but wriggling on his lap, panting with excitement. The stinging bite on her butt cheek was doing interesting things to her hypersensitive senses, this exquisite blend of pain and pleasure.

“Twenty-” she breathed hazily, her glowing gaze fogging up. He placed his hand on her rear and softly squeezed. Her pert bottom blushed so enticingly…and she wasn’t the only one who was steadily becoming excited. Her pleasure was headily, enthrallingly, contagious. Her warmth, her scent, the arousing little sounds she made, he took them all in, his lavender gaze darkening more and more as he watched her struggle to control herself and hold still beneath his heated palm. She was such a bossy bag of goods, but again and again, she never failed to find ways to show him that she was his. This sweet surrender, this unhesitating trust and giddy delight that she took in all of his touch, she was intoxicating and her actions kept him completely captivated with her.

He had never been able to look away.

His voice was soft, but an octave lower than usual, husky, an indication of his rising want for her.

“…It’s my turn to take my reward, now.”

His hand moved from her butt to her wrist, and he pulled her upright. He released her forearm and reached for her face, cupping her cheeks and reeling her in, settling her over his lap. He leaned in and met her halfway, sealing his mouth over hers, kissing her urgently. His tongue dipped between her parted lips, drinking her in, his slick appendage finding and stroking hers erotically. She moaned into the kiss, clumsily kicking off her panties and then straddling him firmly. Undulating her bare hips against his, she utterly delighted in the decadent friction, as well as the firm hardness growing between his legs, all for her.

He dragged his mouth down her throat, nipping at her skin and drawing a shaky little mew from her. He latched onto the side of her neck, just right where her collarbone met her shoulder, and he suckled fiercely.

She pressed into him, frantic for his caresses and kisses, already trembling from the sheer need to be with him. Her fingers tangled and clenched briefly into the front of his shirt, and then she very restlessly, haphazardly started to tug at the fabric, trying to get him out of it. He released his possession of her, separating just long enough for her to get her way, and then he helped her pull off her blouse, too. She purred happily as she ran her palms all over his bared torso, lolling her head to the side so that he could get in close and run his lips over the upper slopes of her bra-clad breasts. She sighed, her dark gold eyes slipping shut, delighted to have his entire attention wholly centered on her. Her arms slid around his neck, and she arched languidly into him, a slow, feline smile spreading across her face.

And then he was kissing her again, his lips clinging tenderly to hers, even as his hands gripped her hips, tugging her flush against him, until they were connected from chest to loin. Those long, adroit fingers trailed lower to the sides of her thighs, then deftly slipped beneath the hem of her skirt, his palms cupping her bare bottom, a muffled groan rumbling from his throat as she wiggled against him wantonly. He shifted and eased her onto her back, kneeling between her parted thighs and stretching over her briefly to reach for the bed stand drawer, quickly pulling out a piece of square foil from the box of condoms that had been stored there.

The gorgeous redhead that he had caught beneath him pushed herself up to rest on her elbows and reached for him, fingers fumbling but quickly undoing the fly of his pants, determined to help him out of the rest of his clothes quickly. He was just as eager as her, and swiftly kicked off his pants and boxer briefs, wanting to be with her as fast as possible. She stole the piece of square foil from him and held it between her teeth, freeing her hands to fondle him, her striking, cat slit eyes glowing with lust as her warm palms lovingly cradled his erection. Her fingers curled around his pulsing length, stroking him with her knowing, possessive touch. Her thumb slid over the sensitive head of his phallus, catching the transparent drops of precum that were beaded at the mushroomed tip, and then she unhesitatingly brought her hand to her lips, tongue sliding out and happily, lasciviously, tasting him.

She hummed with sensual delight, her grip tightening ever so slightly around him, caressing his velvety length with her nimble fingers. His pupils dilated as their gazes briefly met, and he watched as she tore the wrapper between her teeth and pulled out the condom. He held still and let her apply the prophylactic on him, her deft fingers pinching the tip, then rolling the rest of the rubber down his heavy cock. She licked her lips, then stretched up and kissed her beautiful lover.

He kissed her back with hungry, voracious passion, and she smirked against his mouth, pulling away just a bit slightly, her voice breathy and low with desire, and irresistibly mischievous.

“Punish me more~”

He was on her even before she could complete her sentence. Pushing her back on the bed, he stretched over her and settled between the pillowy softness of her thighs. She automatically wrapped her limbs around him, sighing with welcome when he guided himself towards that dewy, slippery entrance nestled at the junction of her legs. He eased his way in, coaxing her taut walls to relax and take him inch by inch, until he was fully buried within her wet, snug form. She arched subtly at his delicious invasion, her toes curling, a soft grunt slipping from her throat. Hnngh.

She locked her ankles around his narrow waist, pressing her heels against the base of his back, instinctively trying to keep him inside of her for as long as possible. He kissed her face, her nose, her eyelids, and started to move. Rolling his hips against hers deliberately, he kept her utterly distracted by the pleasurable sensations he wrought on her body. She could not stop quivering, her fingers digging into the back of his shoulders, red lips parting in a soundless gasp when his rocking motions hit that sweet, aching spot in her that made her whimper and her knees go completely weak.

Her cheeks rouged, her eyelids growing heavy and half lidded, and she clung to him, the insides of her bare thighs rubbing up sweetly, erotically, against his angular flanks, fitting so perfectly against him that he could not help but wrap one arm around her waist and pull her even closer, so close that their bodies were sinuously entwined, and neither had any intention of being apart anytime soon.

He teased her with unhurried, shallow thrusts, ensuring that she felt each and every stroke as he sheathed himself in her tantalizing heat repeatedly, slowly but surely driving her up the wall with his thorough, immaculate lovemaking.

“Bad girl,” he chided huskily by her ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive lobe. She shuddered at his low, silken rasp, tingling everywhere at that stern, sexy tenor of his voice. “…Seducing and beguiling me the way you do.”

She could only moan as he stealthily slipped one hand between her legs, just where they were intimately joined, seeking and finding that slick pearl of her clitoris. He gently rolled and simulated that hypersensitive mass of nerve endings between his thumb and forefinger, in tandem with his quickening strokes. She keened restlessly beneath him, all but bucking her hips and straining hard against him, her body tightening with rising tension, the molten, liquid heat growing more and more in the pit of her belly, and she was helpless to resist the onslaught of his fierce desire for her.

“Haahh- Ei…shi…!” Rindou writhed beneath him, lips parted, the pale glint of her pointed incisors gleaming as she panted his name, her foggy golden eyes focused on nothing else but him. His long, whipcord lean body was wrapped possessively around hers; she could not think of anything beyond his drugging warmth, his clean, masculine scent, the feel of his perspiration slicked skin pressed up against hers. The strands of his pale hair tickled her cheeks, his wet, erotic kisses trailing her neck, marking her shoulders, her heaving breasts - she was wholly inundated by him. It was almost overwhelming, if not for the fact that she was luxuriating in every moment of his attention, purring and lapping up every drop like a hungry feline.

His mouth found hers again, licking, nibbling, suckling. She mewled into his kiss, very much on edge and already incredibly close to the precipice of her impending release. She was struggling to hold him in her, her sleek walls constricting and pulsating around him like a satin vice, and he growled quietly at the sensual sensation. Instead of acquiescing to her unspoken demand, his movements quickened, and he ground into her harder, faster, until they were both breathless and giddy from the mutually pleasurable exertions. She pulled away from his kiss and clenched her eyes shut, biting her lips and lolling her head back against the bedspread, as she felt each driving, emphatic stroke of his hips merging into hers, and the erotic sounds and scents of their mating filled the air. His hands slid up to settle over her waist, fingers curling into her flesh and clutching her tight. He was getting near too, she could tell by the taut tension in his body, how he was needing to be with her as much as possible. He made her so dizzy at times like this, she could not help but think. So selfishly and unapologetically possessing her body, her mind, her soul, he made sure that she could never want anyone else, not in this lifetime.

Her nails dug into the back of his shoulders, the almost animalistic sounds of pleasure escaping her throat becoming louder and more frantic until she felt like she was going to explode from the sexual excitement he was stoking in her.

“Rindou,” he breathed softly, tenderly against the side of her ear. “Come undone for me, love.”

Her catlike pupils dilated. The low, rich timbre of his voice was enough to send her teetering right over the edge. Her mouth parted in a gasp, her features contorting into a mask of carnal rapture as she held onto him for dear life. She pressed her face into the side of his throat, and overcome by passion, she sank her sharp fangs into his shoulder, muffling her howl of release as her body went haywire all around him. He growled at the arousing sting, his muscles twitching at the exquisite stimuli. Her slick, taut form clenched and contracted rhythmically around him, and he was enraptured by how snugly she gripped him, her hot, wet heat seeming to draw him more and more into her, making him so wild for her.

He drove his loins hard into hers, and then, with a few more quick, emphatic thrusts, he let himself spiral into the sweet oblivion of release with her. The tingling tension at the base of his spine overflowed into stark, blinding euphoria. His hips jerked as the tide of his climax seized him, and he moaned her name like a prayer. Holding her tightly to him, entirely buried inside her pulsing, convulsing body, he gave completely into her.

They were an exhausted tangle of bare limbs and half clothed, sweat slicked bodies on the bed, breathing hard and thoroughly spent. He collapsed on top of her, his heart pounding in his chest like he had just ran an entire half marathon. His erection was slow to subside, still throbbing in her in the throes of his lingering orgasm. His head was lowered, forehead pressed on the mattress just by her head, just struggling to regain some semblance of composure and regulate his breathing. Rindou recovered a bit quicker. After a few shaky beats, the redhead came to herself, stirring languidly, momentarily sated and content, her features flushed with that joyous post coital glow. Her arms and legs were still curled around her lover, and she did not mind bearing his dead weight. In fact, she swiveled her head and nuzzled him happily, flooded with affection for him.

“You’re amazing,” she burst out with unabashed praise, pressing warm kisses onto the side of his neck, his jaw. If she had a tail, it would be wagging back and forth with glee. Eishi returned her affection readily enough, once he regathered the energy to do so. Capturing her mouth with his in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue stroked hers erotically and deliberately, until she was moaning and starting to arch and squirm against him all over again.

They finally broke apart for air, and she could not stop grinning even if her life depended on it. He took advantage of her distraction to slip away momentarily from her embrace, peeling off the condom and disposing of it properly before returning to her side. She made grabby hands at him but before she could tug him to her, he was the one who pulled her into his embrace first, tucking her up against him and just holding her in his arms. His spontaneous affection pleased her, a lot.

“You’re very sexy when you’re being forceful,” she commented huskily. She poked his chest playfully with the tip of her index finger. “I like it.”

His brow furrowed at her comment. “…I’m not sexy when I’m not forceful?”

“I did not say that~” She planted a happy kiss on his nose, and petted his cheek fondly, beaming goofily. “…You also said love, just now.”

The tips of his ears tinted slightly, but he did not deny what she had heard.

“…Do you think I go around beating up women just because they ask me to? This is a special service,” he retorted, as boldly as his mild temperament could manage it. “Being this sexy is a labor of love.”

She snickered.

“But you love bad girls, right?” she teased.

He sighed with consternation at her words. “What can I do? The girl I love is especially bad. It’s been very problematic for me.”

Her shoulders quivered with mirth at his playing along.

“Bad enough to be spanked again in the near future?” she fished cheekily, her eyes twinkling like stars. “Or too problematic for you?”

He swatted her bare rump.

She jumped and whined a little, her bottom still tender from having received his exquisite attention earlier. Then a snort-giggle escaped her. He thought that it was very cute.

“Don’t get any ideas,” he admonished. “This troublesome backside, of course I’ll take full responsibility. So…”

He squeezed her rear, and his fondness for it, as well as for the owner of said rear, was unmistakable. She hummed happily and kissed the side of his throat.

“M’kay. Please take good care of me, always~”

#Kobayashi Rindou #Tsukasa Eishi #Food Wars: Shokugeki no Souma #Shokugeki no Soma #EiRin #EiRin: Peerless AU #my fics #freestyle

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rougepetale · 6 years

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Rub a dub dub

Fandom: (Voltage 365) Enchanted in the Moonlight

Pairing: Kyoga x reader

Warning: Smut, blow job (18+ only!)

Note: I am so sorry Dx I am still very much a noob at writing smut.... please be kind ;w;

It was a unusually hard day today at the library, five different schools were doing a school field trip at the library and two of the five were rival schools; needless to say that there was some tension throughout the day. There was a terrible knot between my shoulders and my feet hurt more than usual. A large sigh escaped my lips as I bid my fellow coworkers goodnight. It was Ikumi who smiled behind me that alerted me that somebody was behind me.

“You are so lucky you have an escort for the night” Ikumi commented. I looked behind to see Kyoga leaning against a tree, he smiled a toothy grin at me as he came toward us.

“Evening” he greeted, immediately his arms were around my waist and kissing gently on the forehead, “You smell amazing ____” he said after a long breath in. His breath tickled my cheek, “You ready to head home?” He asked. His fingers laced with mine and he tugged gently. “Good night Ikumi!” he called out as we left.

“So, tell me about your day?” Kyoga asked as he glanced down at me.

“Well, today was terribly hectic…” I told him all about my day when we had walked roughly three fourths of the way home when Kyoga paused for a second and knelt down before me.

“Hop on” he told me as he looked over his shoulder.

“Pardon?” I asked incredulously. I looked at him like he grew a third head.

“I noticed that you were limping and you look like a walking corpse” he teased “Now, I will give you exactly five seconds to hop up or I am carrying you like my blushing bride” he warned. I didn’t need to be told twice. I hurried up onto his back and he brought his arms under to cup my legs as he stood.

“Are you sure I’m not too heavy?” I squeaked out.

“Naw, you weigh nothing” He replied as he began to walk again towards home again, “See, doesn’t this feel better?” he asked, truth was that he was enjoying this much more than anticipated. Being so close to his beloved was driving him wild, he looked up to see the full moon peeking through.

“Yeah, thank you Kyoga” I sighed as I nuzzled into his shoulder, the warmth that radiated off of him was comforting, “Though I may just die from embarrassment first though” I teased gently.

“We couldn’t have that” Kyoga replied, “I guess I would just have to kiss you back to life.”

The walk back was uneventful, some gentle chatter kept me awake enough. Before long we were home, most the household was already asleep, Samon was still awake as he brought some food out for the both of us before he too retired for the evening.

“I’ll draw a bath for you” Kyoga offered.

“Oh Kyo-“

“If you’re gonna tell me to not do it I will be joining you!” He warned as he walked away. I sulked as I nibbled on my dinner, it was a light salad tonight, the house was on a health kick lately.

“ohi’llbejoiningyou” I mimicked his in a pouty voice, though the idea of having a warm bath waiting for me had me eating my dinner a little faster than normal.

I finished dinner in record time, I was all too eager to take a nice de-stressing bath after the stressful day that I had.

Taking my pajamas I went to my pantie drawer and opened the drawer slowly and sitting there proudly were the red panties waiting to be worn. I knew Kyoga liked red, and usually was a little bit friskier when he saw that…. And it made me feel more confident with my body. I smirked when I took the panties with me to the bathroom.

Inside Kyoga was pouring the bubble bath that enveloped the entire room in Stress Relief. “Kyoga!” I exclaimed as he just lit the twin scented candle, “You’re too kind” I whispered, I knew he loved my natural scent the most. I knew he was sacrificing his own senses to please me.

“I uh, know you like this smell the most” he murmured shyly. My heart thudded painfully in my chest, he was the perfect man… no, ayakashi… No human could ever make me feel this way. I threw shyness to the side and I confidently strode up to him and kissed him. I took his face in my hands and dominated him for once, even if it was only for a second. I had his face in my hands as I kissed him with fervor.

The kiss that I demanded from him was unlike any other kiss that we had shared in the past. It was filled with passion and all the thanks I could ever give him. I explored his mouth with aggression. I pulled back slowly with a bite on his lip till I could hold on no longer. “You’re the best Kyoga” I cooed gently into his ear. When I fully pulled back I noticed that his eyes were dangerously black and filled to the brim with lust, poor baby… I knew if I teased him too much I wouldn’t be getting my bath any time soon. “Now, go away” I said playfully, “Momma needs some time to relax!”

Kyoga was going to complain when his eyes drifted to the side and he spied the little red number that he had given as a gift some time ago, he could feel the need stirring in his groin, “As you wish _____” he growled out. He had hoped that the bath wouldn’t take too long because he was inescapably hard now and didn’t have any desire to take care of it by himself.

I heard the door close behind me as I quickly undressed, the steam rising from the bath beckoned me forward. The moans that escaped from my lips was affecting a certain somebody on the other side of the door who had yet to leave, the moans nearly brought him to his knees.

The water enveloped my body and seemed to melt the stress away, “Oh gods” I moaned again. Sinking to just below my nose I relaxed fully. This was completely needed. “I needed this” I sighed, my hands were on autopilot as they took the shampoo and massaged it into my hair, my mind drifted to Kyoga, imagining as he kneaded his hands into my hair, massaging it into my scalp. “Oh Kyoga” I mewed out. My fingers naturally found their way down to my heated center, pausing for a moment before delving in. The orgasm produced was not as wonderful as when Kyoga helped, my head lulled back as I sighed out his name. The third call of his name proved too much for the werewolf.

The door to the bathroom slammed open, “Forgive me, ________” He breathed out. His eyes widened at what he saw and then rolled back into his head, his senses were on overdrive. Every day you smelt intoxicatingly sexy, and here you were sitting in a pool of your own smell, intensifying the smell by tenfold. He moaned out as he stumbled forward, he was already discarding his jacket and top.

“_______” he was able to quickly kick off his pants, and I could see his member was hard and straining painfully against his boxers, “Do you have any inkling of how sexy you look sitting there?” he asked, he knelt before the tub as his hand threaded through my hair and gripped my scalp gently. He sealed my lips with a kiss as he nipped at my lips.

I granted him access, we fought for supremacy for a second before I caved. He pulled back, “That is for earlier, darling” he smirked. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a sensual and dominating behavior. Kyoga stood up and he palmed his erection and pumped twice. My eyes darted to his erection and then back up to his face. Ever so slowly I moved forward and kissed his clothed tip.

The strangled groan that Kyoga fought back escaped his lips was extremely rewarding. My fingers hooked on the elastic of his boxers and I pulled them down quickly. His member sprung forward and stood proudly before me, begging me to take it. Eagerly I took the head of his member into my mouth. His hand threaded into my damp hair as he guided my head forward. My teeth gently scraped his member causing him to take a shuttering breath in. His hand pushed forward gently, my tongue caressed what I could and I bobbed gently. Pulling back Kyoga nearly protested when I kissed the head again, his entire cock was wet and pulsing. My hands wrapped around his shaft and pumped gently, my nails drug lazily over the sensitive skin. “_____” he warned, I looked up to see the pained expression on his face.

His hand was upon my head again as he guided my mouth back upon his member. This time I hummed while taking his member, the friction nearly drove him mad. “Fuck, _______” he groaned out, “I love you” he choked out. I let my hands warm up in the water for a moment before I grabbed his balls and massaged them, that coupled with the humming proved to push him over the edge, unexpectedly.

Swallowing, I sat back and watched him with a smile. Kyoya looked absolutely spent, and wasn’t completely checked in. It took a moment for him to return to earth. “Gods ______” he sighed out, his legs felt like jelly. He didn’t want to orgasm that quickly but he couldn’t hold back. He stepped forward and began to get into the bath, “Might as well share the bath” he mumbled. His laid back attitude had returned for now.

I scooted forward so that he was behind. He took the soap and massaged it gently into my shoulders and into the knot that was still present. His course hands worked the knot out in seconds, he peppered my shoulder in kisses, “Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” he hummed.

I smiled and hummed, “Only like every day” I cooed back.

His hands eventually moved down to my arms as he gently massaged there for a moment, by now the water was becoming luke warm at best. His hands found their way to my breasts, he kneaded them and pinched them together, causing my back to arch. “Kyoga!” his name escaped my lips, I was not expecting him to reciprocate so quickly.

His head was by my shoulder as he breathed deeply, “That’s right babe, call my name” he cooed. His left hand left my breast and migrated further down till they rested on the clit. He rubbed the engorged tissue, sending pleasurable shocks through my body. His fingers dipped even further, slipping one finger inside and pumped gently. I writhed upon his hand.

“Kyoga! Why are you teasing me?” I whined. I rotated my hips to increase the friction.

“My, aren’t we a little eager” he laughed while adding another finger. He curled them upward and continued to pump in and out. “Tell me you want this” he whispered into my ear, his hand upon my breast squeezed.

“Please Kyoga” I complied quickly, “Please, I need you.”

I could feel his erection growing beneath me, most human men couldn’t be ready this fast. Thankfully Kyoga was not any man, he was an ayakashi; Kyoga was capable of much more. I wiggled my bum over his growing erection. “Kyoga, please…. Fuck me” I sighed. My hand found its way to his member once again as I pumped him gently, feeling him grow harder beneath be gave me a thrill of excitement. His hands left the pleasured parts of my body as he guided himself to my folds. He sheathed himself fully within and I felt complete.

Awkward at first the pace began to increase as my head fell back to his shoulder. I clenched my muscles as I pulled up and almost completely off of him as I continued my riding. Kyoga began to get impatient with my slower pace and took charge. He hit those special bundle of nerves that made me see stars and lose any logical functioning in my brain. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of my orgasm. Kyoga’s loud grunts and sloppy pacing signaled that Kyoga was also coming close. I matched his thrusts with my own. His hand found their way back to my clit as he rubbed vigorously, “C’mon babe, cum for me” he growled. He nipped again as my shoulder and sucked hard. It was a particular thrust coupled with the upstroke shattered my world.

“Kyoga!” I screamed as I came undone, and my very existence left my body. Kyoga followed quickly after, his voice mingled with my own cry.

Everything was quiet for a moment, save for our gentle gasps of breath. “Damn, that was hot” Kyoga commented, he nuzzled my hair and inhaled.

I laughed, “Yeah, this was definitely a great way to unwind after today’s stress.”

#voltage inc #kyoga #i suck at writing smut #please somebody else write smut for my enjoyment #enchanted in the moonlight #please be nice

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oniarcade · 7 years

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About Meme

Rules: Answer all the questions, then add one of your own, and tag as many people as there are questions

1) Coke or Pepsi? Coke BUT I LOVE PEPSI TOO; it depends on what mood I’m in?? I love all sodas honesly.

2) Disney or Dreamworks? I usually find myself enjoying/in a Disney mood more, but Dreamworks is good too!

3) Coffee or Tea? Coffee. Tea is too much effort for me to make these days, but I still love tea. xD I just drink coffee more.

4) Books or movies? Aaaa, I love both, but I never have time to sit down and read nowadays... Plus I enjoy have movies on while I draw... So maybe movies.

5) Windows or mac? Windows

6) D.C. or Marvel? Marvel

7) Xbox or PlayStation? Nintendo. xD And PlayStation.

8) Dragon age or mass effect? Neither, they both look boring to me.

9) Night owl or early riser? I’m a weird mix of both.

10) Cards or chess? Cards

11) Chocolate or vanilla? White chocolate *heart eyes*

12) Vans or converse? I’ll wear anything LOL

13) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? IDK WHAT THESE ARE

14) Fluff or angst? Depends on my mood!

15) Beach or forest? Maybe the beach?

16) Dogs or cats? Both ToT <3

17) Clear skies or rain? Rain FOREVER

18) Cooking or eating out? Eating out LOL unless my dad is cooking.

19) Spicy or mild food? Mild

20) Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/Christmas? I enjoy both!! Maybe Christmas more, because I’m too old to trick or treat now and I love Christmas because I love buying people gifts.

21) Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? A little too hot, just not TOO much. I hate the cold.

22) If you could have a superpower what would it be? Maybe the ability to teleport wherever I want LOL “I wanna go to... Japan!” and then I’m in Japan for as long as I want, then I can just pop back home when I’m ready. TvT

23) Animation or live action? Both; when I was a kid I’d say “JUST ANIMATION!” but I appreciate both now! But most live-action adaptations of anime/games are terrible. xD

24) Paragon or renegade? Idk what that means

25) Bath or shower? Shower

26) Team Cap or team Ironman? Honestly neither?? I’m not that big into super heroes

27) Fantasy or sci-fi? Fantasy.

28) Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they?

I do but right now I’m too tired/lazy to look them up. x’D

29) YouTube or Netflix? Youtube; but sometimes I’m in a netflix mood.

30) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? Neither

31) When do you feel accomplished? When people like my art and actually comment/message me/reblog with a nice comment in the tags. TvT’ And also when I do a good job at my workplace!

32) Star Wars or Star Trek? Eeek neither

33) Paperback books or hardcover books? Hardcover, but I like both

34) Fantastic beasts or Cursed child? Idk

35) Rock or pop music? I like a lot of different music

36) What is the most important thing in your life? My older brother TvT

37) Mountains or sea/ocean? The sea/ocean!

38) How do you express yourself? with my art and creations!

39) What’s the first book/film that really counted to you? Well I think it was Tokyo Mew Mew that really got me into drawing... But books always had a big effect on me, because my dad read to me and my brother when we were younger almost every night. TvT

40) What’s your element (air, water, etc.)? Fire!

41) If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? Japan or Italy! Or to visit my close online friends.

42) If you had any job in the world, what would it be? IIlustrator for my brother’s books, or a fashion designer. <3

43) If you were granted three wishes, what would they be?

1. I’d wish to be super rich; not just to buy myself things but I’d also love to send money to my family/online friends/people I’ve gotten close to. T__T I really want to give SO MUCH but I can’t because I’m so poor!!! And I’d want my dad to not have to worry about bills or money... sighs.

2. Honestly, to have better art. T__T’’’ Or to know what people would think of all me & my brother’s characters and stories.... I’d wish for our stuff to be published/made into an anime....

3. And maybe for some kind of time control power. xD It sounds dumb, but I know what I mean.

44) If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? eMaybe stuffed crust pepperoni pizza or hot wings... But I’d die sooner than later if I did. xD

45) What’s your spirit animal / patronus? A kappa. xD

46) Would you kill yourself and save your friends or kill your friends and save yourself?

Idk this is a really negative question LOL

47) Do you like to laugh when your mad if you see something funny, or do you try to maintain your anger?

I usually prefer to TRY and stay angry but sometimes I can’t help it. xD

#not art #About Kappa #About Meme

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catsvrsdogscatswin · 3 years

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Higurashi Month 2021, Day 2: Exploration

Black cave walls glinted as Keiichi swung the flashlight around. They weren’t damp, precisely, but there was enough moisture that they reflected, nonetheless, and the group was so deep within the earth that this moisture would never leave. The light from his flashlight speared through the dark, radiant and shocking as the day, and he shuffled forward, making way for the others.

There was always some trepidation about this, about entering this forbidden well. He remembered the jolt of fear and adrenaline the last time, the first time, when he had supported Irie and the group had clustered around the mouth to hear nightmare things, gunfire and shouting and worst of all, a sudden silence.

But that was alright. They had overcome, and those men were in prison or dead, and either way, they were gone –that was nothing to worry about.

No, the feeling that had his hand damp around the flashlight and a tingle in his nerves was the long, long drop of the vertical well behind him, the well that they had dangled an unconscious Shion over and threatened to drop. That was still here, and it would continue to still be here for a long, long time. That, he and the others couldn’t forget, because they had to climb down it to get this far. They had to look down into the soft, gaping blackness when they stood in this side cave and know that there was a long, long way down to go.

He shivered.

Still, there was reason in this, as reflected in he and Rena’s personal gear as she dropped down beside him. Hardhats, headlamps, a rope and an extra flashlight –a true country girl, Rena also still wore her white dress despite their grubby activity. Her knee-high boots were tough and strong, however, and she had an emergency first aid kit strapped to her purple sash.

“I think this is a dry cave, Keiichi-kun.” she said, swinging her own flashlight around. “So we don’t have to worry about it changing.”

“We don’t know where the entrance comes out, though.” Satoko pointed out as she thumped onto the earth beside Rena. In her pink shirt and jean shorts, she seemed unprepared for a clamber through a dark cave and tangled brush, but her face gleamed with fierce determination beneath her headlamp, and she had her flashlight tied on her white belt alongside her rope. “So runoff might come through and make the floor slippery during storms.”

Keiichi looked at the ground and scuffed his foot, flicking the flashlight to and fro to examine the tunnel floor. He might not know much about “dry caves” and “runoff” and other rural wisdom, but he did know slopes, and this tunnel didn’t seem to have one.

“Not sure if any water would make it this far, though.” he pointed out. “And this is the only spot we really need to worry about, right?”

“Mew, if someone’s injured again when we come this way, we’ll need to worry about watching our step even when we get away from the well.” Rika chirped as she executed an adorable little jump over from the ladder onto solid ground. Her helmet was strapped on securely, which didn’t stop it from wobbling on her smaller head.

“Oh, good point, Rika-chan.” Rena agreed, gently ushering the others away from the cave mouth as they shuffled further inwards. Compulsively, Keiichi flicked his flashlight towards the end that was choking in obscure blackness, but of course, there was nothing in this tunnel but themselves.

“I still can’t believe you got Oni-Baba to agree to this.” Shion said as she dropped down behind them, addressing her sister, who was still on the ladder. “Only the family head is supposed to know about these tunnels.”

“Batcha said that if we were fool enough to get lost down here, she wasn’t going to send anybody after us.” Mion answered. She and Shion looked even more confusing than normal, with Shion having borrowed her sister’s jeans and sneakers (or used her own, identical pairs) and tied her hair back in concession to the dirty work they would be doing, rather than her normal loose hairstyle and pencil skirt and flats. “Which basically means its fine. I think Kasai told her what we did with Takano and the Wild Dogs, and she agrees on our plan, but since these are secret tunnels, she can’t say that directly.”

This plan, which was the reason the whole club was standing in semi-pitch darkness with ropes, headlamps, and flashlights –and in the case of Mion and Shion, heavy backpacks– rather than playing outside, was quite simple. True, they had rushed through this tunnel before, when pushing themselves to get to Satoko’s mountain and relying on Mion to take the lead, but there was no chance that the people that had pushed Takano into her mad scheme wouldn’t try again.

And Mion was only one person.

Hence, the club was going to explore them now, thoroughly, until they learned the network of tunnels by heart.

“Alright,” Mion said as she dropped down. She adjusted her heavy backpack and looked at the group with pride. “Here’s how this is going to go. Kei-chan, you’re behind me, you pay attention to how we go. The tunnel is meant to be a more-or-less straight shot, but I want to know if it curves on the way. Rena, you’re our timekeeper.”

She tossed over a stopwatch, which Rena caught perfectly.

“We’re going to be doing this a couple times, and I want to know how long it takes to get from here to the exit. Rika, you’ve got the chalk, make a note of places where you get tired. We’ll switch out chalk colors from when we’re running as opposed to walking. Satoko, keep an eye out for places that you can set up traps to delay anyone coming after us. Shion-”

“In the rear as always, poor, poor Shion.” the aforementioned twin said with a haughty toss of her ponytailed hair. “I’ll make sure no one wanders off.”

Mion and Shion grinned at one another, before the group reshuffled themselves into the appropriate configuration, in rough single file in the order that Mion had described.

“Ready, Mi-chan?” Rena asked, her thumb on the stopwatch’s button.

“Ready. Let’s go!” Mion said, stepping forward as Rena clicked the timer.

Their footsteps echoed against the rocky walls all around, and at first the group was quiet, perhaps weighed down by prior memories of their dash down this tunnel, perhaps intimidated by the stygian darkness all around. But with each of them in possession of at least one light source, and these sources frequently bobbing and switching as they slid from wall to ground and all around, there was a certain element of adventure and exploration in their march. Occasionally, a lagging Rika would pause with Shion and draw out a large star in white chalk on the wall, marking a spot where she and Satoko needed to rest, before they moved forward to rejoin the others.

Sudden dark, gaping holes began to yawn open on both sides about five minutes into their walk, entrances to other tunnels that led elsewhere in the village. Mion had already told the others that the escape tunnels were not there for the purpose of playing, and thus they couldn’t use them to get around the village undetected unless they really, really had to. This was the Sonozaki Family’s secret tunnel network –if the club wanted to get around undercover, they could make their own.

(Everybody had politely ignored Satoko as she began to take furious notes.)

Just to be safe, Mion had them travel to the end and back to the well multiple times. Rika switched her chalk to red when they ran, then back to white as they walked, then back to red as they ran, three times for each journey there, three times for each journey back, and three times for both walking and running. By then, almost two hours had passed, and the club had very thoroughly memorized the laughably easy route. True, other paths opened up onto this one, but all they had to do to get to the end was keep going straight. The only place where there was any concern was a crossroads of five different paths, all of which opened up at slightly different angles: the trick was to take the far left when running away from the estate, and when running back, well, there was only one route to go forward on.

For now, they were camped out at the intersection of the five paths, panting, as they all sat down on the cold damp stone and Shion switched on the lantern Rena had provided from her secret hideout. In its warm, thorough glow, their position suddenly felt a lot more adventurous, like they were robbers or pirates in a secret cave, and snacks were passed around with grins and giddy looks.

“Good job with the timing, Rena.” Mion said through her ohagi. “You got it all down?”

“Yup~!” Rena singsonged, flourishing her small artist’s pad. “Keiichi-kun, can you find the, er, the medium?”

“Median.” he said absently, taking the pad and pencil and settling the latter on his knees. “And yeah. Just gimme a second.”

“Well, this cave system isn’t that good for setting traps.” Satoko said with a pout, folding her arms. “The tunnels must have been drilled through solid rock, and I can’t find any fault lines to bring down a section of the ceiling or something. At least, not in a way that’s safe and controlled.”

“Mew.” Rika said sadly from beside her.

“And!” Satoko added with an extra flourish, rocking back against the wall and kicking out her legs petulantly. “The whole thing is too smooth. I can’t hide anything in the walls or behind convenient rocks.”

“Nobody uses the tunnels nowadays, so Oni-Baba probably won’t mind if we bring in some rocks for you to hide traps behind.” Shion pointed out. “And the others wouldn’t even notice.”

Satoko hummed thoughtfully at that one, then put her hands on her hips. “Well, when you do, make sure I’m the one to choose the rocks!” she said firmly. “They need to blend in!”

“A rock is a rock.” Keiichi offered from where he was working on the math, speaking with typical cityslicker ignorance. “Does it matter?”

“Kei-chaaan, you’re embarrassing us.” Mion groaned as the other girls all made faces. “Ugh, anyways, now that we actually know where we’re going, we’re going to start making it a challenge. We’ll almost certainly have company if we try to use these tunnels while the Wild Dogs come back again, so we’re gonna have to get inventive.”

She finished off the last of her snack and folded her arms around her legs, bringing them in as she frowned contemplatively at the shining lantern.

“I’m talking hidden caches of lights, food, first aid. Nonperishable stuff that can endure in all the damp and cold down here. I don’t think we can store any guns this far down, right Shion?”

“Mm.” Shion hummed thoughtfully, bringing her ponytail into her lap and toying with the end of it. “Possibly? If we make a cache that’s high off the ground, hidden behind some rocks or carved into the wall, I might say maybe. Especially if one of us comes down every month or so to make sure everything’s in working order, Onee.”

“I think it’d be important to have a full pack near the exit to every tunnel.” Rena said, lifting her chin from her own knees and looking sideways towards Mion. “That way, we’ll definitely have supplies when we make it out.”

“More than that, I can lay much more fearsome traps on the outside, so that once we make it out, we can bury the exit.” Satoko said with a wicked grin. “That way, those poor fools that were chasing us would have to waste time trying to dig themselves out, or turn all the way back around and try to get back to the estate.”

The club indulged in a fearsome chuckle as they imagined their foes lost, confused, and incompetent, stumbling through the dark after being thoroughly defeated by one of Satoko-chan’s diabolical traps.

“Finished the math.” Keiichi said, handing the pad back to Rena. “It takes about eight minutes to run it from either end, and seventeen to walk.”

“We can draw out a schematic of the tunnel, and what spots Rika and Satoko-chan will have to stop and rest.” Rena said, taking the pencil and flipping the page to sketch out a rough diagram. “We can cache weapons or traps there, so we won’t be the only ones who are delayed.”

“I can rig something up here, especially.” Satoko said, looking down towards the dark entrances of the other tunnels. “Maybe a rack of guns that all shoot at once from different ways. They won’t know which path to go down or which way we went, or even if we split up, and it won’t matter if the guns misfire, because we’ll only stop long enough to activate the trap. Oh-ho-ho~!”

Together, in the glow of the lantern that was so much like firelight, the club plotted and planned how to defend themselves during their next enemy engagement.

AN: Sources are unclear on just how many tunnels are underneath the Sonozaki estate, so I said a lot, because that’s the fun answer.

#Higurashi Month #Higurashi Month 2021 #Higurashi no Naku Koro ni #Higurashi When They Cry

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