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ninhaoma-ya · 2 years

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Hear the silver bells

You can find it on AO3 as well, but here, have some seasonal fluff.

Heavy snowflakes danced in the air, buffeted by almost imperceptible air currents. You’d have to be a real weather whizz to notice them, borne of roaring flame and bolstered by freezing ice and ocean.

Trafalgar Law wasn’t one for weather predictions or climate predilections. He made do with blinding snow as well as scorching heat, lush jungle on the top of an elephant or the mellow, temperate islands of a forgotten country, cobbled together in the ancient past.

His adaptability was partly due to relentless drive and ambition; a never-ending quest to revenge his benefactor that had met its surprising end in the wreckage of a country known for its flowers. In order to be prepared, he was used to paying attention to the smallest details, from the local trade deals to the art scene, from the geography to the weather.

At the moment, however, all the attention he could spare from worrying over his own crew, his allied crew and the tag-along latest addition that ‘definitely wasn’t an allied crew but just happened to have the same route’, and how they were ever supposed to survive, was focused on the Straw Hat’s navigator, caught up at a small market stall. The normally composed and elegant woman had been rendered a gushing pile of cooing and squealing once they entered the winter island and its seasonal market, all decked out in holly and sprigs of mistletoe, where artisanal ceramic mugs jostled for table space with crafted local cheeses, hand-knitted mittens and traditionally produced jams, among other trappings for the unwary.

The scene was like something out of the fairytales his mother used to tell him: timbered houses with white-washed walls their gabled roofs adorned with dormers in varying shapes and sizes, stood hunched together, the small alleys formed in their shadow leading deeper into the village, leaving a neat little square which the pirates had ambled upon in their quest for provisions. The winter market was in full swing, tiny stands and stalls decorated with evergreens and garlands of dried leaves. The place was packed with people and became even rowdier once Luffy and Kid heard the words ‘firepit with a roast pork’ uttered, disappearing into the din with a smiling Nico-ya and Killer-ya in their wake. God-ya, Robot-ya and Ikkaku quickly found a stall with what to Law looked like scrap metal but to their trained eyes was a pile of gold, while Bepo and Zoro were caught up in guard duty at the harbour. Once he spotted the market’s food stalls close to the river, Black leg-ya had disappeared, dragging Shachi with him – ostensibly as a delivery boy, but in truth to give his opinion on the upcoming purchases and collective menu. Law had noted the increased time the chefs spent together, hunched over cookbooks or arguing over how much seasoning to add to a certain recipe, or if mikans really could be added to each and every meal. The menu was a challenge for the kitchen team that now had to accommodate such diverse palates as Bepo (‘nothing stronger than unseasoned fish, please’) and Zoro (‘poison and razor blades are fine, gimme another helping’), but it did provide variation.

His reverie was broken by a high-pitched “Torao-kun!” and a sudden deluge of packages piled into his hands.

Nami had returned, cheeks red from the cold and a delighted sparkle in her eyes.

Although Law was known as a taciturn man, even he couldn’t help but smile at the sheer joy radiating from her, no matter the small mountain of parcels now weighing down his arms.

“Shopping gone well, I take it?”

He had to admire her business acumen. No matter if it related to exchange rates for treasure, getting the best deal on munitions from shady dealers or eagerly bartering with locals in markets, Nami always emerged victorious. He was the first to admit her skills as quartermaster with such a captain: he had thought himself a hard charge for Penguin who handled the books on the Tang, with all his demands for medical equipment and the latest tech for the sub. But that was before he met Monkey D. Luffy and his endless appetite for adventure and food. How she managed to stretch their resources to accommodate such a black hole of pure want was awe-inspiring and simply phenomenal.

“Just the last presents for the party tonight. Luffy demanded we all bring something from our home islands, and since we usually celebrate by throwing presents at each other where I come from…” she ended with a half-shrug, bells braided into her hair chiming in tandem.

Law weighed the packages in his arms with a thoughtful frown. “Judging by weight and volume, I take it that the ‘throwing presents’ is to be taken literally and that these presents shouldn’t hurt too much if they hit you in the face?”

Nami laughed, linking her arm with his. “Precisely. Although I might have a special present for certain useful elves who have been ever so helpful in getting things I couldn’t quite reach,” she said with playful wiggle of her eyebrows. “And that present really shouldn’t be thrown anywhere, but rather unwrapped most attentively…”

Law gave her a wolfish grin as he pressed her linked arm towards him, eying her reddened cheeks with rather more interest than before. However, the shiver traveling through her arm turned his grin into a concerned frown.

“You don’t think you should have dressed in something more appropriate for the weather?”

If there was once area where he did suspect her intelligence was lacking, it related to her wardrobe. He knew she relied on her looks and charm to weasel her way into the hearts and purses of unwary victims, his own wallet a sad example, but he had questioned her lack of both commons sense and clothing when they set out for the day’s adventures.

Not that he complained about the visuals. She was a stunning picture of seasonal festivities, clad in thigh-high red stockings and the tiniest skirt he had seen. He knew for a fact that she couldn’t bend over to pick up anything from the ground or from lower shelves without presenting the world with a most interesting view. Luckily, she was a resourceful woman and had solved the problem efficiently, using a combination of fluttering eyelashes, her warm body pressed against his side and a purred “Torao-kun, if you’d be so kind…” in his ear to get what she wanted.

He would gladly keep his misgivings about both short skirt and her tight red jumper, as well as the woefully inadequate fluffy red beanie, rimmed with white fur, if he didn’t know that he would be the sad sap to later bear the icy kiss of death that came with her toes and fingers, warming them up while listening to her whine about her self-inflicted frostbite.

“Torao-kun,” she pouted, brows furrowed. “I thought you of all people appreciated my sartorial choices and yet here you are, all straightlaced prudence and scorn.”

“Appropriate for the weather, Nami-ya. For the weather,” he stressed. “I can feel you shivering. And hear your chattering teeth.”

He almost laughed out loud at the sudden tenseness in her jaw as she fought to keep her teeth from betraying her.

“Getting cold?”

Nami huffed, her breath leaving tiny white clouds in its wake. “I’m fine.”

The bells braided into her hair were chiming softly as another shiver racked through her.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Of course! My ears are just a bit tingly.”

“Not having any second thoughts whatsoever about your apparel?” He eyed her with both appreciation but also a smidge of consternation: appreciation for the way her jumper didn’t leave much to the imagination, but consternation for how her nose was turning an alarming shade of white. His worry didn’t lessen by the way she let go of his arm to wrap mitten-clad hands around herself, vigorously rubbing some warmth back into frozen limbs.

Luckily, the answer to his conundrum advertised itself with a large sign and a tantalizing smell of herbs and spices wafting over to them in their quiet corner of the busy square. Some quick mental math reassured him that the Tang wasn’t too far away and a shamble later his arms were free to wrap around the trembling woman and gently steer her towards his goal. “Liebchen, willst du Glühwein?”

“…mulled wine?” Nami asked after a swift mental translation, a delighted smile spreading over her snow-kissed cheeks as her hands stilled. “Yes, please. Lead the way!”

A chuffed laugh escaped Law as he pressed a kiss to her ridiculous hat and drawing her closer into his warmth, the bells in her hair tinkling their merry melody. “I will, love.”

#one piece #nami #trafalgar law #lawna #naaw #law x nami #my writing #fluff #so sweet I gave myself diabetes

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Ruby Moon Sunflower Seeds (five)

Colonel Rick Flag X Kaia Castle

Summary: Clarity comes with a second glance and Rick realizes there could be more to life than protecting his country. Previous Masterlist Next

Tags: +16 | 811 words | single POV (present), swearing, Robert being a good, supportive friend

AN: Now that Kinktober is over I'm ready to go back to my projects starting with this one!

There are only a handful of times in Rick's life where he truly felt compelled by an unknown force and this was definitely one of them. He's not sure of his feelings about this situation, only that he wants to see more to possibly untangle his emotions and help him make a decision about his next moves. Harley is all too excited to see more and the rest of them stick around probably out of boredom.

Rick Flag places a finger gingerly on the mucus covered, grapefruit sized ancient eyeball. "Show me... my daughter."

The black tiles flip with little shifting noises and reveal the apartment at night. Judging by the decór, it is likely Violet's bedroom. There's a happy pink elephant on the bookshelf giving off a warm glow to the room and a fan in the corner creating a gentle hum in the air. The girl is buried under blankets and stuffed animals of every shape and size until the sound of a kickback cuts the power from the whole block.

The room is plunged into black before a weak blue outlines the edges of the furniture. The child beneath the mountainous comforters stirs, kicking dozens of stuffies to the floor and sitting bolt upright.

Even in the dark, Rick can see her face fill with fear. It makes his heart lurch as he watches her scramble blindly for the top of the nightstand, basically knocking off everything including books and the lamp until she catches hold of the thing she wants.

"Is it a– " John's inquiry is interrupted by the whirring sound of a crank and the light from the emergency flashlight finally comes on. "It is! Smart kid."

Rick can tell that her hands are shaking. He grips the contents of his pockets so tightly it leaves his knuckles bloodless. Why does he feel so strongly about this little person he's never met?

Violet grabs the second biggest stuffed animal in the floor pile and trudges with trepidation out of her room and into the hallway. Her breathing can be heard by everyone as the little girl ventures out to find her mom.

"What a fucking pussy," Blackguard says. It earns him a swift stomp on the insole of his foot from Cleo. "Ow! Jesus!"

Harley and Dubois shush him and watch intensely and Violet finally makes it to the plain door across the hall. She turns the knob and shuffles inside calling out softly amidst the sound of gentle snores from the queen sized bed.

"Mommy? Mommy! Mommy!"

Kaia doesn't stir.

To the voyeurist audience's surprise, Violet hucks the giant stuffed animal over her head and hits her mother from 3 feet away, causing the woman to scream and fall from her precarious, lazy hang off of the edge. When Kaia finally manages to untangle her legs from the sheets, she sits up in the pitch black and screams, "HELLO??"

"Mommy, the lights are out…" Violet manages to sound innocent despite her recent actions and she shines the LED light directly at Kaia's face.

Mommy takes a deep, deep breath and covers her eyes as she waves Violet closer. "Ok, ok, gimme that, please."

Kaia almost snatches the flashlight from Violet and sets it on the nightstand facing the mirror. The room illuminates in less of a spotlight fashion and Kaia holds her daughter on her hip while she sets out unscented candles to light on the vanity.

"Are you ok," she asks, and with every flame that flickers anew, Violet visibly relaxes. The little girl nods her head and lets her mom place her atop the bed with the blankets rolled down (more like on the floor).

"I want Alf." Violet holds her arms out expectantly.

"No." Kaia puts a smaller knitted blanket down and rolls Violet into it like a burrito before crawling back in on her side. "I'm mad at Alf. Alf sleeps on the floor."

The two have a short conversation about the dark and slip into sleep within minutes. Rick can feel his legs turn to jello while the rest of the group talk amongst themselves. There, right there. That is where he wants to be. Home. In bed with his lady and his girl while the rest of the world sleeps– not going on yet another mission with a bunch of assholes who would just as quickly shoot him in the back given half a chance.

It's scary how quickly his priorities seemed to rearrange themselves the second he realized he could have a family– a future. Rick is barely conscious of Robert grabbing him by the shoulders and steering him out of the holodeck. When they're alone he hears his mouth decide for him.

"After this is over, I'm going to call her."

"Alright mate." He can hear the smile on Robert's face.

But will there be an after?

#three bees writing #colonel rick flag #the suicide squad #rick flag x reader #rick flag x oc #oc: kaia castle #fic: ruby moon sunflower seeds #🐝🐝🐝✒

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kuroosmikasavolleyball · 3 years

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Her Game

Abendrot

(n) the color of the sky when the sun is setting; a certain afterglow.

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a/n: I’m so sorry this is late! I got really busy with school work and other stuff and Part 4 wasn’t ready to post on Sunday. Here it is though, I hope you enjoy. This is the second to last part of the series(I think). I hope you understand the connection to the series title now a little bit but it gets better😏 I don’t know if this counts as slow-burn but…yeah. Anyways, feel free to like, republish, and message me. Requests and taglists are open! This is a safe and loving place for everyone and any hate will be shut down. Enjoy reading<3

Part 4 summary: Ravenclaw and Slytherin verse in the second and last quidditch game of the season. New strategies, doubt, nervousness from what happened earlier is bundled up for (Y/N), and all she needs to focus on is winning this game. Will Slytherin take the win and bragging rights, or will Ravenclaw emerge victorious?

pairing: cedric x fem!reader(in ravenclaw)

genre: fluff

warnings: uh nothing

word count: 1.6k(how did this happen-)

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“What’s got your mood down the drain?”

Kimball peers at (Y/N)’s woeful face, “Don’t tell me you’re nervous; this new plan has already got me shaky.”

She would’ve told Kimball what had happened last night if Roger wasn’t right next to her.

(Y/N) leans her head on the palm of her hand. “It’s nothing. Can we just continue planning, please?” Roger looks at her, a bit worried as well.

“Maybe..this plan should stay a draft. I’ll go tell the team.” Roger almost gets up but (Y/N) stops him. “No, wait. I’m ok; I promise. Let’s do this.”

Fred and George walk in and (Y/N) speaks, “Just gimme a sec.” and goes towards them.

“Hey hey! How’s my favorite Ravenclaw?” Fred ruffles her hair and she swats the hand away.

“She’s..ok I guess. Kimball and Roger came up with a plan yesterday and somehow the whole team liked it. We’re gonna test it out during the pre-game practice but I’m a little terrified.”

“You smarties always come up with something, huh? Don’t worry about it; you’ll be great. I even got my special edition Ravenclaw hat!” George playfully lifts a blue and bronze homemade hat made by Mrs. Weasley. (Y/N) has the same kind for Gryffindor, but she’s smart enough not to wear it in public.

“You don’t have to cheer me up; I’m fine. By the way, have you seen Ced? He hasn’t come down for breakfast yet.”

“Nope, we haven’t; he must be off on his ~prefect duties~.”

George scrunches up his face in disgust.

They say their goodbyes and head to the Gryffindor table. Just as (Y/N) is about to go looking for Cedric, he walks in with a painful expression.

“God, I should’ve listened to you, these hangovers are not worth it.”

Huh? How is that his first sentence? Doesn’t he rememb-

“You ok? You know you have nothing to be nervous about today, right? Ravenclaw will definitely win.”

“Oh yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just..do you remember last night at all?”

Cedric cocks his head to the side. “Uh.. a bit. I remember coming into the Ravenclaw common room, we played a drinking game..then it gets fuzzy. But I remember you walking me to my common room; thanks for that.”

Oh? He..doesn’t remember.

“Ah ok..that was most of the night so you didn’t miss too much. Go eat and drink water; you’ll feel better.”

The warmth in her ears and cheeks felt a bit too overwhelming once in the Ravenclaw locker room. Normally, a quidditch game wouldn’t have struck up such nervousness in (Y/N), or just the Ravenclaw team in general. They knew how to calm down in time for the game and bring all their assets to the table. Except now, there was only one match that determined everything.

Roger was almost roaring. “Alright guys! I know we’re all a little on edge right now, but let’s get to the point. We know Slytherin plays a dirty game but we’re staying fair. Don’t let rage take you over, think and focus, we got this. Let’s go out there and win this!”

He continued to give separate instructions to the beaters, the keeper, and the seeker. He turned to (Y/N) and Kimball, firing up to go.

“Before you say anything, Davies. We know what to do, we’ll try the plan out right now during the practice, ok? Now calm down.”

Kimball was surprisingly stable today and it was no doubt she was going to have a good match. Roger visibly deflated but kept a smug look in his face.

Hooch told them Ravenclaw was going first for practice so the team kicked off into the air.

(Y/N)’s hair was tied back and the breeze tickled her face. She missed this feeling; so freeing and beautiful.

Before long, Kimball nodded towards (Y/N) and took off. She stayed higher up and Roger acted as an opponent chaser. They released the Snitch, the Bludgers, and the Quaffle, and started a mock game. Roger zoomed past (Y/N) and she went behind him. Kimball followed (Y/N) but from above. (Y/N) stole the Quaffle and headed to the three goals, where their Keeper stayed, and scored.

(Y/N) kept the Quaffle and tried to score again, but Roger stole the ball and that’s when Kimball came into the playing area. She quickly picked the ball from Roger and scored while (Y/N) flew up. This was their plan; have one chaser on the pitch and the other two above, following the movements. As soon as the ball was stolen or the chaser runs out of stamina, another substitutes in. If all three chasers from the other team started tagging the one chaser, the other two will come down to help. Roger had checked with Hooch to see if the tactic broke any rules and she allowed the Ravenclaw team to use it.

The Slytherin team practiced regularly and it was a relief to not see any crazy strategies.

We can win this.

The houses filed in, chattering their heads off as the teams got ready to enter the field. The Ravenclaw team was introduced and they flew up, similar to the Slytherin team except for Lee’s backhanded comments.

“The game is the last one of the season! But don’t worry, I’m sure the Triwizard Tournament will be entertaining! Let’s get on now; today’s match is Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin. I hope you all cheer for the right team!”

He got a slight warning from Mcgonagall and that was it. Marcus Flint and the other players were all mounted on their fancy brooms; (Y/N) was a tad jealous, but her Comet 290 did the job. Hooch gave warnings and blew the whistle, and before (Y/N) knew it, the game began.

The strategy had worked so far except for a short period where Draco Malfoy was chasing the Snitch and almost crashed into (Y/N) and Kimball, who were waiting above and had to move away really quickly.

Roger was running out of breath and (Y/N) noticed, so she flew down after telling Kimball and took his spot. A red-haired Slytherin chaser had the Quaffle, so (Y/N) speeded towards them. One of the beaters hit a Bludger towards the chaser and (Y/N) swooped in to take the Quaffle when they were distracted.

“Nice hit, Jason!” She yelled as she went past him, dodging Marcus Flint.

“and…(Y/L/N) scores! The score is now 50-35 with Ravenclaw in the lead.”

Cheers grew even louder and (Y/N) swore she locked eyes with Cedric as she flew past the Hufflepuff tower.

Ravenclaw’s seeker, Cho Chang was a little quiet and the year below (Y/N), but she was amazing on the field. There was a point in time last year where Cedric took an interest to her, but it faded..(Y/N) hopes.

The game was similar to the last, taking a long time and the players started to lose energy. As the year had just started, it was fall and the sun set earlier. The breeze up above was chilly and the chasers of Ravenclaw went back to the regular strategy, even though the one they were using didn’t require a lot of stamina, they were getting tired of having to fly up and down. The score was 140-145 with Slytherin in the lead.

It was a little early for the sun to have set completely but the horizon line was blending. (Y/N) remembered a time where Cedric told her a word for this scenery...abendrot. The violent tango of the blue and orange hues made for a majestic view.

She was temporarily distracted since Roger had the Quaffle when she heard Lee’s voice booming, “Just as Davies scores..Chang is closing in on the snitch..SHE’S CAUGHT IT! RAVENCLAW WINS!”

The team quickly flew down and cheered for Cho, but it felt like a mutual celebration since everyone did so well. Kimball hugged (Y/N) tight and whispered about how her legs are going to be so sore.

They giggled amongst themselves until George’s voice ripped through the crowd and screamed (Y/N)’s name. The other houses were rushing up too, congratulating their friends and other players. (Y/N) was lifted and hugged by the twins and she spotted Cedric running up.

“Hell, if you think our game was good, this was amazing!” Fred laughed and set her down.

“I feel like most people weren’t watching towards the end since it was so long.”

Cedric finally caught up and spoke, “Nonsense, (Y/N). You did so well today, especially when you swooped in near the goal when Warrington had the Quaffle; you just stole it and dropped it in. He didn’t even realize.” A smile graced his face.

He noticed details..

“(Y/N)? You okay?”

“..Thanks! Yeah..um, sorry that was a really long game so I’m just tired.”

The twins and Cedric went back to their common room as Ravenclaw celebrated in a more calm way than Hufflepuff did.

A few students sat around the fireplace, but most of the players went to bed early.

“Did you see Malfoy’s face? He looked like he was about to kill someone with that grimace.” Inglebee chattered.

Kimball and (Y/N) went back to the dorms after signaling to their friends that they’re going because they couldn’t keep their eyes open.

(Y/N) thought back to how the sky looked when the sun kissed the mountains in the distance and fell asleep thinking about the fond memory of today and of when she learned from a certain someone about what that sunset is called. Abendrot.

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maybedefinitely404 · 3 years

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Day 17: Royality

@tsshipmonth2020 (does this still count so late?)

What’s that? Ly creating content? Unbelievable. (I have writer’s block, leave me alooone /j)

Thanks to @marshymoop for suggestions and encouragment when making this bad boy! Love ya <3

Day 17 - Everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural color the other is your soulmate’s natural color. Once you meet all eyes return to natural color.

Content warnings: food/drink mention, alcohol, mentions of hangover, vampires, referring to drinking blood as “eating”, non-explicit blood drinking, being chased.

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THE CITY OF DEWMORE WELCOMES YOU

Patton tapped his fingers on the steering wheel excitedly, nearly vibrating as he passed the weathered sign. Beyond it, beckoning him forward, stood a forest more densely packed and darker than he’d ever had the pleasure of exploring, the achingly tall pine trees swaying minutely in the breeze, their tips barely visible through the blanket of fog. Just imagining what could be held within those depths made his leg bounce; forgotten, moss-drenched stone paths, broken stumps of fallen trees that hadn’t made a sound upon impact, patches of mushrooms scattered in the shadows, and whispering creeks. It was the perfect way to spend his spring break, and one his photography teacher had wholeheartedly encouraged him to take. If he hadn’t had so many midterms to mark, Patton was almost sure the man would have tried to join him.

Almost an anxious tic at this point, he ran his free hand over the photography bag in his passenger seat, as if to make sure it hadn’t disappeared in the three minutes since he’d last checked. The thing was his prized possession, given to him by the very same photography professor at his university. It had been the elder’s own, before he got his newest camera, and gifted the whole set to his favorite (but don’t tell the others) students. It was full of perfectly kept lenses and two miniature tripods, extra batteries and memory cards, speedlights, and most importantly, the camera tucked safely into the biggest pouch. It was more expensive than Patton would ever have dreamt to buy, so it was truly a gift he’d never forget. Now it was up to him to finally take some shots worthy of the thing.

The forests continued to grow denser and thicker until, in almost a shocking snap, they disappeared to reveal a quaint city that he hadn’t quite expected. The first few buildings he passed looked like they may have stood there for hundreds of years, weather worn and faded. Their signs were either scratched to nothingness or blaringly new, shining metal names standing out against an ancient backdrop. He was looking for a motel, figuring there had to be one, even in a town of less than two thousand people. His backup plan was to just sleep in his car. He’d brought his sleeping back and extra blankets, so it wasn’t a huge concern, but he’d still prefer a bed. But whenever he’d tried finding anything online, he’d come up blank.

A fog still covered the town, and though it created an air of calm and mystery that Patton was itching to capture, he also knew the area was surrounded by towering mountains that he also desired so badly. To his right, the buildings stopped abruptly, revealing a grey beach, all rocks and no sand, criss crossed with logs, opening to a dark lake. The other side wasn’t visible through the mist.

The further he drove, he realized the buildings weren’t improving in their modernity, just giving way to more and more old infrastructure. One stood out, a grocery store, it’s lights piercing through the evening dim. Patton didn’t get a look inside before he passed, once again surrounded antique houses and shops, a post office to his left, and a tavern just across from that. A sign above the door read “Vacancy” in peeling white letters, and that was all the enticing Patton needed to pull his car into the gravel parking lot in front of the building. There was only one other vehicle there, a matte red pickup truck that he parked next to, and what appeared to only be three more parking spots. From the high placed windows, a soft orange light bled, and a round of raucous laughter filtered through the cracked open door. Patton smiled. The photographer inside him was going to have a field day here.

He stepped up the concrete steps and ruffled his hair with one hand so it covered his eye, heaving a sigh in hopes to calm his nervous butterflies, and pulled the door open.

All at once, the chatter inside died, and Patton internally shrank as every face in the tavern turned to look at the newcomer. There was a moment of tense silence as he tried his best for a smile and met the gaze of the men scrutinizing him, drinks forgotten on high wooden tables, jubilance halted. Patton waited with baited breath, for someone to do something, why were they all just staring, when a voice spoke from behind the bar.

“Don’t worry about them, sweetheart. We don’t get a lot of new people around here.”

And the lull was broken as suddenly as it started, the men now ignoring him in favor of joking over mugs of fizzing ale. Patton swallowed thickly and turned to the voice, shoving his quivering hands into his pockets and shaking his head again to assure the curls were safely covering his eye. As usual.

The man standing before him, leaning on the bar with an easy smile, was almost enough to take Patton’s breath away. If he were a religious man, he’d go so far as to call him heavenly. Eyes as dark as the depths of the surrounding forests, auburn hair pushed back from his face in what he could only think to describe as an intentional bedhead. His skin was too flawless, teeth just a couple shades too white, everything perfect in a way that was almost…

Patton couldn’t put his finger on it.

“What can I get you, newbie?”

“Uhm-” Patton took a cleansing breath and sat at one of the barstools, all of them empty seeing as the crowd seemed more drawn to the tables in the center of the room, “I don’t come to bars that often. I don’t know.”

The bartender hummed, pushing up his already rolled up white sleeves and giving Patton a once over, almost investigating him. “You drink?”

“I… I guess.”

“Been on the road for a while, tired?”

“Do I look that exhausted?” Patton breathed a laugh, suddenly aching to pop his spine. He’d been driving since before dawn for the past three days, barely hunkering down for a decent sleep before he was off again. He’d been really excited to get here, plus he didn’t want to waste more of his meager break driving.

“I got just what you need, darling.” With a wink, the bartender straightened up and pulled down a series of bottles, cracking his knuckles with flourish before measuring them into a silver canister. “So what brings you to Dewmore?”

“I’m a photographer,” Patton said, “Or, a photography student. Down in Florida.”

The man whistled as he shoveled ice cubes into the mix, “Long drive for some pictures.”

“I’m… dedicated,” Patton laughed, scratching at his neck nervously. “My prof recommended it, said it might be a nice place to spend my break.”

“I assume you’re looking for a place to stay then, as well?” He plopped a cap on the canister and began to shake it above his shoulder, grinning widely, “These guys are always just like, ‘Gimme a beer’ this, ‘Gimme a beer’ that. It’s great to actually make fun drinks again.” With hands flying too fast for Patton to process, he grabbed a glass, popped the lid of the shaker, and poured the deep orange drink, tossing on a green sprig and sliding the drink over. “Enjoy.”

Patton took a cautious sip of the drink and had to fight not to sigh, the refreshing taste a welcome relief after three days of gas station Gatorade and hotel sink water. He could barely taste any alcohol, more focused on the ice cold sweet tartness at the back of his tongue. The bartender looked pleased, huffing a satisfied laugh and beginning to put away his bottles. He was taking another sip, satisfied with the backdrop of joyous chatter and clinking glasses, when he remembered why he’d come in.

“Yes, I am. Uhm, looking for a place to stay, that is.”

The bartender looked at him over his shoulder, “We haven’t had visitors in… a while, at least. You’ve pretty much got your pick of the rooms.”

“Do you have anything facing the water?” He took another sip, the photo possibilities already flowing through his mind. One through the window, just far back enough to catch the flow of the curtains and the chipped wood of the window ledge, a monochromatic lakeshore in the bottom third, a barely visible mountain looming ahead…

“Sure thing, sweetheart. Let me just finish this up, and I’ll get you on the ledger.”

“Patton.” He downed the rest of the drink and rested his elbow on the counter, chin in his palm, an easy smile playing on his lips.

“Hm?”

“My name’s Patton.”

“I’m Roman.” Tossing the towel over his shoulder, Roman gave him another wink before disappearing into the back room, coming back moments later with a thick black book. He was already thumbing through the pages, finally landing on the one he wanted, and spun a pen between his fingers.

“What’s your last name, sweetheart?”

Patton spelled it out for him, and was surprised when the man clapped the book shut after the final letter. “That’s all you need?”

“Yup.”

“No… ID, or anything?” It was at that moment when it occurred to Patton that, although he was legal, his baby face often prompted bouncers and servers back home to ask for identification. Roman hadn’t even blinked before serving him.

“Got anything to hide?”

“Uhm… no, I-”

“Good enough for me. It’s not like we’re a high traffic tourist spot. I don’t think we’ve had anyone take a room in, like, two years, and who knows how many before that. Frankly, I wouldn’t care if you were on the run for murder. Don’t kill me, and we’re solid.”

Patton blanched, unable to tell if the man was being sarcastic. Finally his expression cracked into a smirk and he brandished a key towards Patton, dangling it by the ring. “I’m messing with you. I mean, don’t kill me, that’s legit. Here you go, cutie. Let me know if you need anything.”

With that, he sashayed away with a tray of beers (when on Earth had he filled those?), and the men whooped loudly, startling Patton.

“Easy, boys,” Roman purred, beginning to round the tables, and Patton hopped off the bar stool to get his things from his car. He couldn’t wait to pass out in bed with the knowledge that he could sleep in however late he wanted.

-0-0-0-

But apparently sleep didn’t have the same ideas as him, because even after he was in comfortable clothes and tucked into the covers, he continued to toss and turn. Maybe it was the concept of being alone in a strange town, or the full moon shining through the thin curtains, or just plain excitement, but he suddenly felt wider awake then he had since he started this trip.

There was a soft rattling somewhere across the room and, with begrudging acceptance that he wasn’t going to sleep any time soon, fumbled his glasses on to search for the offending sound. With a grumble, he threw off the blankets and padded across the room to the window and tossed back the curtains, giving the moon a scalding glare for shining so darn brightly. It was the window, fitted loosely in its frame, being shook by the gentle wind that was causing the noise. Patton gave it an experimental tug, followed by a more forceful yank, and found it didn’t budge down at all. Instead, it continued to rattle mockingly, in what sounded almost like whispered giggles as he crossed his arms across his chest.

Fine. He turned his attention to the scenic view before him, letting out a minute shudder as a small gust of wind blew through his thin pajama shirt. Moonlit waves crashed against the rocky shore, tossing up silver spray against the dark backdrop of the forest. Patton took a breath, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace just staring at the silent town, the stone spires rising above the forest-

Wait, what?

Patton blinked sharply a couple times, leaning forward until his nose bumped the window and squinting through the glass. Those… things... definitely looked like manmade objects- the shape made it impossible for them to be natural- but you’d think he’d remember something that looked like a castle directly outside his window. In fact, he’d spent a significant amount of time upon first entering the room just admiring the view, and a castle one hundred percent would have been on his radar. Oh, if the thing was abandoned, imagine the photo opportunities, and even if it wasn’t he could totally just get some of the outside-

Yeah, there was no way he was sleeping now.

Before he’d even processed what he was doing, he’d slipped out of his pajamas and hurriedly pulled on the outfit he’d laid out on the desk chair, because there was no way he was digging through his suitcase to scrounge out more clothes. He threw a beige sweater over his white shirt, however, remembering the chill the night had brought and, after he’d adequate tucked them into his slacks, he threw his camera bag over his shoulder and trotted down the stairs.

Unsurprisingly, the first floor tavern was empty of all customers, overhead lights traded for softer electric lamps on the walls and the illuminated sign above the bar, where Roman was wiping down the counter, seemingly unbothered by the late hour.

“Can’t sleep, sweetheart?” The bartender called out without turning around, tossing his rag across the counter and into a full soapy bucket behind the bar.

“Uh, yeah, something like that,” Patton responded, shaking his bangs so they covered his eye. “I think I’m just too excited to start getting shots.”

“Mmm, you and me both.” He waggled his eyebrows and pulled a bottle of what looked like whiskey off the shelf. “What’s your poison?”

Patton snorted but shook his head, patting his camera bag, “I want to go out, and it’s probably not smart to drink before going out in a strange town at night.”

Roman shrugged before pouring himself a shot and downing it in one smooth motion.

“You’re allowed to drink on the job?”

The bartender hummed, replacing the bottle and locking the cabinet presumably for the night, “Once my tavern is empty, I consider myself off the clock. And I’m my own boss, so I hereby give myself the night off. I have a coffee machine in the back room, one of those Keurigs, if you want something fancy. Hasn’t been used in ages, but I’m sure if you wanted something, I-”

“No, it’s okay. Really.” Patton ducked his head and messed with his shirt, making sure the white collar stood above the neck of his sweater. He made his way over to the bar and took the same stool as before, leaning on the counter as Roman dumped out the dirty cleaning water into the sink. The clock above the bar, barely illuminated enough to see, revealed it was just after midnight. “Are there any old structures, like churches or anything, in the forest?”

Roman tilted his head, giving Patton a look over his shoulder he couldn’t quite understand.

“There’s nothing there besides wolves and ticks, sweetheart,” he said slowly with an almost condescending smile, “Why? Hoping the little town in the middle of nowhere has a mystery?” He rinsed out the bucket and placed it in the cabinet under the sink.

Patton shrugged, scratching at his temple, “I saw something outside of my window.”

“Like a tree?” The rag was rinsed as well and draped over the faucet.

“No, definitely not.” He tried not to feel too offended that Roman was clearly teasing him, but he was certain what he’d seen hadn’t been a tree. They were too tall, too angular, and too symmetrically placed for that.

“Pattycake, I grew up hunting with my dad and partying in those woods, and I would know if something were there.”

“Are you sure?” Patton implored, “There’s definitely something man made, could it be, like, an old castle, or something?”

There was a moment of silence between the two as Roman continued to look at Patton like he was crazy, the barest hints of an impish grin tugging at his lips, before he sucked in a sharp breath; as if he realized something.

On a dime, Roman’s expression contorted into one of anger, eyes alight with fury as he leaned into Patton’s space. As he spoke, his voice almost reverberated, like a choir speaking in unison.

“There is nothing in those woods, Patton. Understand? Don’t go wandering into places you don’t belong, or you won’t like what you find.”

Patton reared back from the forceful words, hand coming up subconsciously to readjust the hair on his face. Roman leaned just a tad closer, growling out a warning, “Got it, sweetheart?” The electric lamps on the walls, once creating such a homey, soft environment, suddenly flickered and Patton flinched, whipping around to face the large room as it seemed to strobe under the malfunctioning lights. Goosebumps spread across his arms as the flashing grew faster and his hand clamped over the back of his neck when a shiver raced up his spine.

“What’s going on? Why are-”

And then the lights went out completely, an eerie quiet settling over the tavern. Roman was silent. Was he even still in the room? Could he have left so quickly? The only sound in the empty room were Patton’s shaky breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth, as he fought down a scream. He wasn’t a fan of the dark.

A single street light barely shone through the window, too dim to even light up the tables near the glass, and Patton turned to focus on it. In through the nose, out through the mouth. In… out… in… out-

A silhouette appeared in the window.

The lights were back to their original gleam before he could even open his mouth to scream, filling the room with a dull hum as if nothing had even happened. Blinking rapidly, Patton took a calming breath (it’s just old lights, it’s just old lights, relax) and swiveled back in his chair to find that Roman was smiling at him innocently, cleaning out a glass with a rag.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?”

“Didn’t you see that?” Patton asked incredulously.

“See what?” The bartender placed the glass into the last space in a row of them, giving Patton that same condescending grin as before.

Patton sighed and lifted his glasses to rub his eyes tiredly, shaking his head. “I think travelling for so long has me seeing things.” Careful as ever, in the same fashion he’d so masterfully perfected in elementary school, he shook his head to cover his eye- his stupid, left, ‘soulmate’ eye- before removing his hands and letting his glasses fall back into place.

Other kids won’t like it, sweetie. I don’t think the teachers will either.

I know you can’t help it, my love. If I could take this burden from you, I would. But this is yours to handle until… well, you know.

I don’t know why, Patton. You’ll find them someday. And then you’ll understand.

“Why do you do your hair like that?”

“Hmm?” Patton blinked.

Roman smirked, leaning casually on the counter in front of Patton, “Covering half of your face like that. You shouldn’t, you know. You’re a stunner.” With that, he reached forward, intent on moving that hair out of his face.

No.

“NO!” Patton yelled, stumbling off the barstool just as Roman’s hand made contact with his face. He ducked his head, roughly scraping his hair back in place with shaking hands, but the damage was done. A single cute guy compliments him and he forgets the habit he’s built up for years? How could he be so stupid-

“Everything alright? I’m sorry for scaring you, sweetheart.”

Was it possible he hadn’t seen it? Maybe Patton had moved fast enough, maybe the bartender had been too surprised to get a good look, maybe everything was fine. Roman didn’t seem horrified, or at all perturbed. Instead, he just looked… worried.

Either way, after that reaction, Patton was aching to be left alone to stew in his embarrassment. His rented room held nothing for him that he wanted, and sleep felt farther than ever, so his only choice was outside. The promises of a maybe-crumbling ancient building, illuminated by a full moon, were far more tempting than anything inside had to offer.

“Actually,” Patton said nervously, “A coffee would be great.”

Roman squinted at him, biting on the inside of his cheek before huffing a breathy laugh through his nose. “Alright, darling. Give me just a second to dust off the Keurig.”

The moment he disappeared behind the door to the backroom, Patton tightened his hold on the camera bag and sprinted from the tavern, into the grips of the cool night.

-0-0-0-

What would he say when he got back to the tavern? Would Roman make him leave the inn? Had he crossed a line he hadn’t known existed; would he have to cut his trip early because he couldn’t help his curiosity? Was bothering the only innkeeper in town really the smartest decision to make?

All wonderful questions that Patton wished he’d considered before running.

But if he did have to leave, and if this was his last night in this delightful and equally terrifying little town, he was going to make the most of it. At least, that’s what he’d thought he would do as he’d left the few city lights behind and treading deeper into the forest. He had a flashlight with him, thank goodness, so he wasn’t completely screwed, and he’d already gotten a few great shots. He stayed in the areas that the full moon could still shine through the trees, and some of the clouds had rolled away, so he was having the time of his life working with silhouettes against the star filled sky (thanks to the little to no light pollution Dewmore offered).

The more prominent thought in his mind, however, were the spires steadily growing closer above the treeline. He couldn’t understand what Roman had been talking about. How could anyone living in this town not see whatever he was walking towards?

(Admittedly, curiosity was also a huge reason he was chasing something he’d been warned to avoid. He’d never been that great at impulse control.)

It had to be nearly two in the morning when he came to an incline; a steep path constructed entirely of rocks fist-sized and larger. At the top, Patton could just barely see what looked to be the back of the castle, and he bounced slightly on his toes in excitement. He couldn’t tell from this distance the state it was in, or if it was possible anyone still lived there, but dang it if he wasn’t going to give it a go before he left. He’d walked all this way, after all.

The first few steps up the hill were the loudest thing he’d heard since he’d started his midnight adventure, and he cringed as they dropped away under his feet, knocking against each other as they fell to the ground.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Patton spun around, his flashlight slipping out of his hands. It rolled down between the rocks, casting split second light beams in every direction as it bounced towards the source of the voice, and stopped dead in the middle between the two of them. It settled on an indent created by Patton’s steps, aimed at the newcomer. Patton breathed a sigh of relief.

“Roman, goodness gracious! You scared the bejesus out of me,” Patton laid a hand on his chest and let out a huge gust of air. Roman didn’t move, and for the first time he noticed the absolute glare the bartender was giving him. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm… sorry about the… leaving. Thing. Are you mad?”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Well, apparently they weren’t going to talk about it. “Oh- I’m sorry, is this private property? I didn’t see any signs, I’m- Wait, but look, Roman! See, that’s what I was talking-”

“You. Shouldn’t. Be. Here.”

Patton blinked at the harshness in his words, taken aback. How was this the same easy going bartender that he’d met earlier tonight? Whatever was beyond this hill, though, Roman obviously wasn’t going to allow Patton to see. Maybe it was dangerous, or something? Either way, he couldn’t deny his disappointment. “Yeah. I’m sorry, I’ll leave-”

“How did you get here?”

“I… um, walked?”

“No!” Roman hissed, finally stepping forward and plucking up the flashlight from the ground, “You shouldn’t be able to see the castle, or go near it, how the hell did you get here?!”

Before he could answer, the other man froze, whipping around as if he’d heard a noise from his left. And then Patton blinked, and Roman was in front of him, pulling him back down to solid ground. He dragged him by the arm to a fallen tree that was propped up against its own splintered stump, leaving it angled just a few feet off the ground.

“How did you- You were just over there, how-”

“Get down!”

“What?”

“Get. Down!” Roman shoved his shoulders and Patton had no choice but to collapse, blending into a pile of ferns beneath the bend of the tree. “Take off the backpack, put it in front of you. It blends in better than you do.” He yanked off the dark green camera bag as he spoke, situating it in front of Patton. “Don’t move, don’t make a sound, don’t fucking breathe, Patton, I swear.” The flashlight flicked off and thumped to the ground as Roman walked away, leaving him standing in the pale moonlight. Patton debated reaching for the flashlight, but that would mean exposing himself from the foliage he was tucked in and under, and Roman had seemed really scared.

There was a rustle in the underbrush in front of Roman, and the photographer shoved his fist into his mouth before he could gasp.

“Roman, it’s so nice to see you back home. It’s been far too long.”

“It’s been hardly a month, mother.”

The woman that emerged from the tree’s shadows wore a black cloak, nearly blending into the forest around her as the fabric swirled hypnotically by her ankles with each step. Silver embroidery made up the tight bodice and strung together the corset front, meeting at the bottom in an intricate knot and trailing almost down to the earth in two strands. How her intricate updo had stayed intact through a walk in the forest, Patton couldn’t understand.

However, if this was Roman’s mother, he did understand where he got his looks. The only word that came to his mind was ethereal; all smooth pale skin, those same impossibly dark eyes, red lips curved in a constant, easy smile. She was beautiful, but she was terrifying, and Patton backed up more into his fern hiding spot.

She lifted her flared sleeves towards Roman as she stepped into the moonlit opening and he pulled her hands towards himself, kissing both of her cheeks before releasing her.

“A month is too long, darling,” She purred, letting the back of her hand trail down his cheek. “I don’t understand why you find it necessary to stay amongst those humans when you could be with your family.”

“Because I want more than just… lounging, and talking with my brothers. Do you have to bring this up every time I visit?” Despite his slightly aggravated tone, he leaned into her touch.

“When you’re older, you’ll look back at these choices with embarrassment and resentment.”

“Maybe.”

“I just don’t want you to blame me when you do.”

“I could never, I promise.”

She sighed heavily, “They miss you, Roman. We all do.”

“Which is why I’m here, mom. You act as if I’ve been gone a millenia.”

“Worrying is what a mother does best,” She smiled fondly, tapping his cheek with her finger, “You’re home, darling. Drop the glamor? It must be tiring keeping it up constantly.”

There was a moment of hesitation, where Patton couldn’t help but tense up along with the man in front of him. Then the air shifted, like it had been holding a breath it could finally let out, and though there was nothing different that Patton could see from Roman’s back, a certain jolt of fear hit him out of nowhere.

“There’s my boy.” The woman drew him in for a proper hug, one hand reaching around his back to rest on his head. She pressed a kiss to his hair when he wrapped his arms around her in turn. Suddenly her nose wrinkled and she pulled away, holding his shoulders at arm’s length. “Dearest, you smell like humans again.”

Roman chuckled, but there was a new quiver in his voice. “The only flaw in being surrounded by them so often. Let me change, and I’ll come meet you for dinner.”

She didn’t move, eyes narrowing as she watched his face. “No… it’s not you.”

“What? What else could it possibly-”

“There’s a human here.” Her voice was utterly calm, but she pushed Roman behind her resolutely. “There must be.”

“What?!”

A low growl filled the air, and it took Patton a few moments to realize the sound was originating from her. She stepped past Roman, her dress flowing soundlessly along with her as she glared into the woods around them.

Her eyes flashed red.

Once again, Patton shoved his fist into his mouth to hide a scream. That same alien jolt of fear returned as she moved closer to him, seemingly zeroing in on his location.

“Mother, come now. You’re being silly. Humans can't even come near here, remember? You made sure of that yourself!”

Patton tore his eyes away from the advancing woman and his breath caught in his throat. Roman had followed his mother, trying to placate her gently with a hand on her arm, and in doing so, had turned towards Patton’s hiding spot.

When Patton opened his eyes shortly after being born, he was taken away from his mother, despite his parent’s strong objections and his wails. He was returned hours later, much to their relief. On his birth certificate, his right eye was labeled blue. His left eye, the side usually taken by the natural color of his soulmate’s, was labeled ‘Defective’.

When he was set to start school at six years old, his mother sat him down on his bed and taught him how to properly cover his left eye with his hair. They’d grown it out enough to do so. Patton had asked why it was necessary, and subsequently learned the truth that not all people were as accepting and loving as his parents.

When he was ten, he returned home from school crying. He dropped into his mother’s arms and she held him until his sobs turned to sniffles, until he could explain between sharp breaths that a bully at school had revealed Patton’s eye while trying to force him into a fight, and… well, his classmates hadn’t taken it well. Those who weren’t downright afraid of him, refused to eat or sit with him anymore. But it wasn’t fair. He couldn’t help it!

His eye was labeled ‘Defective’, because never before had the doctor’s seen a child born with a red eye. Not the pale color that came with pinkeye, or an allergic reaction, but the iris itself was such a bold, blood red color that it had left the team scrambling for any record of such an incident. They were left with more questions than answers. But the world had yet to understand how soulmates worked in the first place, so they chalked it up to another universal mystery.

Every day for as long as he could remember, Patton had stared into a mirror first thing in the morning, greeted with calm, airy blue on one side, and fiery, almost electric red on the other.

So it was jarring to see such a sight, yet reversed, on another person. But as Roman tugged again on his mother’s arm, there was no denying it; the man’s own color was a gleaming ruby, and the other was Patton’s very own blue.

“Mother, look,” Roman blurted out, scooping up the discarded flashlight from the forest floor, “This is a human tool. I’m sure this is what you’re smelling.”

She ripped the device from his hand, shaking it in his face, “That is still far too close to home, Roman! Humans have been here, and I guarantee they are still nearby.”

“And you don’t know how many there are, Mom!” Roman insisted, taking her hands. “It doesn’t matter how they got here, or why they did,” A slow grin spread across his face, highlighting a pair of glinting fangs, “Why don’t you gather the family, and we can find them together? I can’t even remember the last time I really ate.”

The woman was satiated by this answer, though she still cast the forest cautious looks. “Stay put, Roman. We’ll be back shortly.” Her nose wrinkled again. “Along with a change of clothes for you.”

And then she was gone, the only remaining trace being the tiny cloud of dust she’d left behind. Roman was calm for a moment, making sure she was really gone, before his demeanor dropped. The cocky smirk was gone, and he no longer held the confidence he’d had, either as a bartender or in the presence of his mother.

“We don’t have a lot of time, c’mon! Let’s go!” He crouched before the log, extending his hand to Patton.

“What the hell are you?!” Patton shrieked. Interesting, that those were the first words from his jumble of thoughts that came out.

“Oh, come on, do you really need to ask? I’m pretty sure you already know!”

And yeah, Patton was pretty sure he knew. He wasn’t an idiot. He’d had a teen Twilight phase, so of course the obvious answer was there. It just… it wasn’t possible. His brain was scrambling for any kind of other solution, anything that made sense, but it all kept circling to the same answer.

The cute bartender at the inn was a vampire.

…

Okay then.

Next problem.

“I… yeah. I think I got it.”

“Good! Now let’s go!” Roman grabbed Patton’s hand and yanked, effectively pulling him from his hiding place and nearly tearing the arm from it’s socket. Patton stumbled from the sudden movement and tripped on his camera bag, yelping as he crashed into Roman’s chest.

The vampire’s hands instantly wrapped around his waist, steadying him as he found his footing.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m all good, I just-”

Roman was much taller than he’d thought; that was the initial thought that came to mind as he looked up at the man holding him. The second was, well, the fact that his jaw had dropped open upon seeing Patton’s eyes, and for the first time since they’d met, the guy was completely speechless.

Patton felt his left eye began to tingle as they shifted into its own natural color. He ignored it.

“You really didn’t see it? At the bar?” Patton whispered.

“No, you moved too fast,” Roman murmured, bringing a hand up to Patton’s cheek. “You… you’re my-”

He must have sensed something, or heard something that was too quiet for Patton’s ears, because his head whipped towards the castle.

“We need to go. Now.” Roman intertwined their fingers and pulled him into a run towards the town.

“Wait, no! My bag!” He tugged hard to try and get his hand free, but he was truly no match for Roman.

“Not important right now, sweetheart!”

Without the aid of his flashlight, and enveloped by the darkness of the forest, Patton was totally blind, relying only on Roman’s grip to keep him from falling. Branches hit his face and roots reached up to trip him, but every time he stumbled, the hand tightened and pulled him back upright.

A howl cut through the air.

“What now, werewolves?!” Patton shrieked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, werewolves aren’t real!” Roman scoffed, “They’re normal wolves! What, you think just because we’re vampires, we’re unable to have pets?”

“Is this really a conversation we should be having at this exact moment?!” Patton shot back.

“You’re right, you’re right, okay.”

The howls were growing closer, and it was clear by Roman’s increased pace that this wasn’t about to be a friendly reunion.

“Can we outrun them?!”

“I take it you’ve never met a wolf!”

Patton looked up at him desperately, already struggling to keep up the conversation and keep up with Roman.

“I thought vampires had… like, super speed!”

“I wouldn’t be able to go for long, especially carrying you. Jump!”

Patton leapt blindly, feeling the side of a fallen log scrape the toes of his shoes. The landing was rough, sparks of pain shooting up his legs, but he was quickly pulled back upright.

“I don’t have the energy! I haven’t eaten in months!”

There were more yowls, definitely closer this time, followed by the sound of multiple animals fighting, barely louder than a voice shouting (presumably) at the racket. Whether it was the wolves having a spat, or a prey animal that had gotten in the way of the hunt, Patton didn’t know. It drew out a small whimper from him either way.

He didn’t want to be next.

“Do you trust me?” Roman suddenly gasped, holding his hand firmer.

“What?!”

“Do. You. Trust. Me?!”

Patton didn’t exactly think he had a choice right now. His feet were aching, his lungs were burning, and he wasn’t sure he could run another minute without his legs giving out. “I- Yeah! Sure!”

“Good enough,” Roman grunted bitterly, screeching to a halt, and using his grip on the other’s arm to stop him too. Before Patton could even bring himself to complain, or scream at him, or just incoherently yell, the vampire was drawing him to his chest, puppeting his arms so they were around his shoulders.

“Hold on.”

Obediently, Patton tightened the grip. “Why-”

And then there was a sharp pain in his neck, and his eyes widened. The sting almost immediately morphed into a pleasant warmth, the distant howling being replaced by a faint humming, the buzzing of his own mind calming, becoming numb until the only thought in his head was Roman, Roman, Roman-

He could feel Roman’s hand on his head, not restricting it, but cupping the back of it so he could lean against him as he stared up at the night sky, the full moon, and the slow blurring of the tops of the pine trees. His other arm was wrapped around his waist tightly, holding him up, and Patton was beyond grateful for the support as his legs began to turn to jelly. The last thing Patton felt was the vampire scooping up his legs and his head being cradled against the soft material of Roman’s shirt.

Then everything went dark.

-0-0-0-

Patton woke up slowly, squinting against the harsh sunlight streaming through his window. He dropped an arm across his eyes lazily, letting out a low groan at his pounding headache. There were voices downstairs in the tavern, and what sounded like dishes clanging, and he wondered if somehow this place was also a restaurant. How on earth could anybody run an establishment like that? It’s like the place never slept-

A wave of nausea pooled in his gut due to the speed of which he sat up but that wasn’t important, not right now. He flung his blankets back and… oh. He was dressed in his pajamas. Last he could remember, in the woods, running with Roman, he’d been in day clothes, in the sweater and shirt that was now draped on a chair across the room. His camera bag was... on the desk. His shoes were by the door, dirt free.

He raised his finger tips to his neck, expecting to feel a raised scab, or scar, any sign that he’d been bitten. There was nothing.

He swung his legs over the sides of the beds and immediately shut his eyes, fighting off an explosion of dizziness induced sparks that shot across his vision. It sure felt as if he’d lost some blood. As much as he didn’t want to believe he had a hangover from one drink, that could also be an explanation. He’d always been a bit of a lightweight.

A dream. Was it all just… a dream?

A feeling of disappointment washed over him and he sighed, running his hands up through his hair. Something soft snagged on his fingers and he carefully detangled it from the curls, pulling it out curiously. He blinked at the fern leaf between his finger tips. That definitely hadn’t happened between his car, the tavern, or the room... So-

He sucked in a breath sharply as his eyes locked with the mirror’s reflection in front of him, every thought coming to a halt.

Because staring back, for the first time ever, were two perfectly blue eyes.

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The breeding season one- Blitzo is dropped into the palace into a room that the furniture has been shoved off to a side for more room except for many blankets and pillows that have been ripped and torn. He starts to say fine let’s get it done with but Stolas leans in with his sharp beak and tears away his clothing as he protests and then he realizes he’s not turning back to normal. Oh no he’s in this form. And it’s Blitzo’s holes he’s looking to plug!

Warnings: While this is a bit dubcon-y, Blitzo gets into it pretty fast. Also, explicit sexual content, size difference, monster fucking, breeding kink, cum inflation, the whole works.

"So, loving the enthusiasm, but can we talk about this first? Preferably somewhere when you aren't flashing a hundred teeth next to my nether regions?" He instinctively flashed a grin up at the mountain of twisting shadows and molten magic that was looming a little too close.

Stolas (was it even still Stolas anymore?) didn't reply, running his tongue up Blitzo's body and leaving a trail of off-gray slime from his stomach to halfway up his horns.

"...Can you at least not rip me in half?" It came out with more of a squeak than he would have liked.

The fact that he could already feel himself getting aroused did not help his case as he swore Stolas started laughing.

"Oh, come on, I'm serious! I'd rather not have 'ripped in half via the asshole' on my gravestone, I deserve to die with more dignity than that!" Blitzo pushed himself up off the blankets, but Stolas bent forward and pushed him back down again as he started nudging between Blitzo's legs. "Yeah, yeah, you're horny, just gimme a second to adjust, alright? I'm pretty damn stretchy, just..." He reached his hand down, sliding two fingers into the already-dripping slit. "Jesus fuck. Okay. Look, since you're barely all here at the moment anyway, might as well admit I may have jacked off to the thought of this a couple of times, but I always figured it'd be something we'd work up to, you know-"

Stolas's body rumbled like a jet engine, the vibrations from the sound shaking the room, and the tremors scurried up Blitzo's spine. This towering thing that could probably bite his head off without even a thought wanted to screw him.

...He'd probably never been more turned on in his life.

Stolas was already adjusting on the blankets and pillows, claws shredding them with every slight shift of his body, and Blitzo tore his underwear the rest of the way off, sucking in a deep breath.

"Alright, I'm just going to assume that there's enough thought in that giant head of yours to not eviscerate me, otherwise that's gonna kill the boner here just a little." He gestured up to Stolas with a wave of his hand. "I assume it's why you grabbed me specifically, anyway, right?"

Stolas's head tilted, and Blitzo's fingers twitched. "Okay, can't talk. Got it."

Stolas slammed down one wing on either side of the imp, pinning Blitzo underneath him.

"Mine,"

the voice growled from the very air around them, and Blitzo could feel the deep timbre rattling in his bones.

"So you can talk. And you're possessive. Shoulda- ah, okay, touchy touchy, that's the same old same old." Stolas had placed a clawed wing on Blitzo's shoulder before pushing him down further on the pillows, and for the first time Blitzo noticed an absolutely massive cock between the currently-way-more-fucking-demonic-than-usual owl demon's legs. Right. That was... probably going inside of him.

God damn why was he still this horny.

Stolas leaned forward to nuzzle against him, and Blitzo could feel the heat radiating off the insides of his wings, shifting red magic rippling inches from his skin like he was stuck inside of a tanning bed, but then Stolas lowered his hips and that tip touched his entrance and-

Blitzo's fingers dipped down to try and spread himself wider, Stolas's smothering presence and radiating power combined with the incoming promise of the fucking of a lifetime more than he could stand to wait for.

"Fuuuck, come on, get it in there, get it in, get it in-" Blitzo chanted, legs twitching a little as he made room and Stolas slipped in further, more than glad that he'd had at least some practice with the horse dildos displayed proudly on his shelf. There was no way in the seven rings Stolas was going to get all the way in- he was pretty sure that thing was longer than he was and he'd rather stay in one piece, thanks- but Blitzo was no quitter and he was going to get every inch that he could.

"C'mon, big boy, don't you wanna take the hottest imp in Hell?" Blitzo cooed, a strangled purr choking out from his throat as Stolas pushed in more, fluid gushing out as his body lubricated itself.

...He probably should have looked for some actual lube, but considering how much of a mess the nest was and the lack of any kind of warning, he doubted Stolas had that kind of foresight right now. At least he was doing fine on his own on that front.

His own cock had no room to slither out- the sheer size of Stolas's had jammed up the skin on the slit, so it was going to be a pussy game today, it looked like. Fine by him, at the moment about all he could do was dig into the sheets and twitch- and talk.

"F-fuck, Stolas, that feels like you're shoving a fist up there but better, it's so full-" Stolas let out a rumble in reply, licking at Blitzo's face again before thrusting in a bit further, officially taking Blitzo from overfull to 'drooling cocksleeve' and snapping any lingering inhibitions in the process as every one of his pleasure nerves were slammed at once and he orgasmed but had no time to process as Stolas kept going.

"Fuck, goddamn, you're so fucking big, fuckin breed me again, fill me up, do it, Stolas, Stolas, Stolas-" The words were only half-coherent but Stolas heeded them, starting to pump in and out, leaving the overstimulated imp alternately feeling empty and stuffed to bursting. His hands roamed for something to ground him, and in the process of grabbing a pillow, a glance down showed Stolas bulging out his middle when he was pushed in only moments before he came, flooding Blitzo with enough cum to impregnate an army, bloating his stomach up instantly like a pressure hose and in such volume he swore he could taste it as he came again around Stolas.

He lay there panting for a moment as Stolas pulled out, one hand resting on his sloshy midsection. "I'd give a punchy one-liner but I think I might just throw up."

Stolas just nudged at his stomach with his beak before giving a pleased hoot and positioning himself in place again, and Blitzo groaned even as he parted his legs.

"You're lucky I'm a quick recharge."

#spicy text #shadow writes stuff #helluva mpreg #daddy blitzo #it's kinda implied with one of the lines?#asks #anonymous

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theninjamouse · 3 years

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Kiss prompt 48 for either Grillby/Shore or Gaster/Shore

(Also is it ok if I send another?)

(You can send as MANY as you like :D Also, just for you, you get BOTH)

48: One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

***

Monsters, far more than humans, come in a very wide variety of shapes and sizes. The smallest you’ve seen are no larger than the palm of your hand, while the largest ones easily reach the size of whales (though for the most part, those monsters stick to the ocean or mountains and aren’t nearly as common).

You’re just lucky enough to have found yourself involved with two that range on the much taller than the average human spectrum. Grillby is admittedly more fluid in his height, given the ever changing nature of the flames on the top of his head. But at any given moment, he easily hits the mid range between six and six and a half feet tall.

Then there’s Gaster. Gaster, who ‘supposedly’ modeled after a typical human skeleton. There is nothing typical about that monster, from his bone structure to the fact that he stops just shy of seven feet tall when he actually stands up straight.

As for you. Well. Tall isn’t exactly a word one would use to describe you. ‘Tiny’, ‘Squirt’, and ‘Beansprout’ are the more common words. Standing between the two monsters never fails to encourage snickers among your friends. You’re more than used to it at this point. Not to mention, there is something very satisfying about being able to be very snugly fit between them during movie time on the couch and other such activities.

So it fills you with great delight on the very rare occasion that Gaster and Grillby find themselves too short to reach something. In this particular instance, it’s Grillby that you come upon; he’s frowning up at the very top of one of the shelves in the bar where the ‘good stuff’ lives. The item he’s after is a bottle that’s sat at the very top shelf for as long as you’ve been coming to the bar, like some silent watcher of the place.

“What happened to the stool in the kitchen?” he asks, flames twitching like the tail of a hyper cat.

“Uh, Gaster might have broken it. Last week when he did the thing with the-”

“Toaster, yes I remember now.” Grillby sighs. “When I put it up there I didn’t think anyone was ever actually going to want it, let alone put in a pre-party request for it.”

“I could climb the shelves?” you offer with a wide grin.

“Absolutely not.”

Ah, a shame but not surprising. You purse your lips. “Oh! Here, kneel down.”

His brows raise with a dash of color. “That’s the opposite of what we’re trying to do here.”

“Hush and just do it.”

He snorts a soft puff of smoke but does as you ask, lowering down to his knees. Gleefully you move behind him and carefully swing your legs over his shoulders. “Think you handle lifting me up?”

That gets a genuine laugh out of him. “I think I can manage.” Hands on your calves, he smoothly stands back up with no effort. To him and his mighty elemental strength, you probably weigh about as much as a loaf of bread to him.

You squeak at the sudden change in height, wrapping your arms around his neck. The floor is so far away! “Wow, you really can see everything up here,” you say breathlessly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just adjusting to the change in altitude. The air’s rather thin up here.”

“Just grab the bottle, would you please?”

You gently whack his head. “Gimme a minute, this is a new experience!”

The soft tingle of the bell at the front of the empty bar signals Gaster’s return from his work at the university. He pauses just inside the door, a mighty grin creeping up his skull at the sight of you two.

“Why Shore, it looks like those growth simulants I’ve slipped in your drinks are finally working,” he says lightly as he crosses over to you, casually tossing his bag down on an empty chair as he passes by it.

“You jest but I wouldn’t put it past you.” Woah, this is weird. For the first time you’re actually looking down at the skeleton, rather than craning your neck up. It makes a delighted thrill run through your chest. “Good day at work?”

He hums in affirmation, pressing a skeletal nuzzling kiss on Grillby’s cheek. “Hello dear.”

“Hi,” Grillby murmurs sweetly.

You pout. “Hey, where’s mine?”

Cheekily, Gaster sighs. “Well I can’t reach you up there, now can I?”

“Oh put in a little effort!” You crook your finger at him. “C’mon, lets see some tippy toes from you for once.”

Gaster’s brows raise. “May I borrow you?” he asks Grillby.

Grillby shrugs under your legs. “Go wild. I’m already the stool for the day it seems.”

Gaster places one long fingered hand on Grillby’s chest for balance and rises up on his tiptoes. Even so, you have to bend over a little to meet the gentle kiss he nuzzles on your cheek. Warmth blooms and tingles over the spot his kiss landed and you grin goofily at him as he lowers himself back down.

“Satisfied?” he asks.

“Very.” You put your hands on Grillby’s cheeks, gently turning his head up to you. “And one for my favorite stepstool.” You kiss his forehead, all hunched over to reach. But it’s worth it to see the pleased blue that swims through his flames.

Gaster watches the two of you, eye lights soft. “So uh, what exactly prompted this whole thing? Curiosity?”

“Hmm?” Oh yeah! “Bottle!” You reach out and grab it, holding it triumphantly in the air.

Or at least that’s your plan. It’s heavy and thick with dust and it slips right between your fingers. Fortunately, Grillby reacts with his usual reflexes, releasing one leg to grab the bottle mid-air. You wobble just a little, clinging to his neck.

All three of you release a breath. “Let’s get you down before anything breaks,” Grillby says rather calmly, despite the sputtering of his flames.

“Yeah, good idea,” you agree.

#undertale #gaster #grillby #gaster/grillby/reader #OoF extra #i needed the ot3 sweetness on this night #kisses prompt #shorby #shorester

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strange-lace · 3 years

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Concert State of Consciousness

IT’S FINALLY DONE! I HAVE NOW MADE A FANFIC FOR THIS ROLESWAP AU! I didn’t expect this damn thing to get this long but here I am, once again! Kind of happy with how everyone’s characterized, though Demon Kid ended up a bit more sinister than I intended. I definitely had fun writing the dynamic between Mei and Green though.

Hope y’all like it!

To say the city was abuzz with excitement would be an understatement.

For the past couple of months, the name DJ Horns has been spoken with increasing interest as his music suddenly began to be played on the radio constantly. And most people wouldn’t deny that it was good, electronic yet incredibly varied depending on the song. But what interested people the most about the musician was how mysterious he was, active on social media and yet nobody knew his face and only the barest of personal details. Even his voice was a matter of debate with him using a voice synthesizer even when talking normally on his social media.

It was the perfect storm to allow DJ Horns fanbase to start from nothing to practically explode over time.

And the same musician had just announced that he would be doing a live concert right at the heart of the city, even playing “secret tracks” that he had yet to let anyone hear until now.

People were practically fighting to get themselves tickets, Mei herself included that chaos. She had been swept up in the excitement of DJ horns since the very beginning and was willing to do whatever she had to get tickets for her and Green to that concert.

Leading her to the unfortunate situation she was in now. Kicked out of the ticket venue and by the time the ban would be lifted, she knew all the concert tickets would be sold out. Oh and Green had to bail her out from getting in trouble with the security guys.

“I don’t get what the big deal was, everyone was fighting dirty to get first pick at those tickets!” Even with his shades, she could tell that Green was rolling his eyes at her.

“Oh gee, I don’t know Mei. Maybe it’s because you nearly tore a guy’s hair out!”

“That’s what he gets for trying to say I was only a fan to get the attention of other guys! Now I’m gonna miss the concert of a lifetime,” Mei groaned, a pout on her lips. Green’s scowl of disappointment softened as they walked into Pigsy’s Noodles, starting to feel bad. It’s not like the guy wasn’t being a jerk after all.

“I suppose I could see about pulling some strings to get us some decent seats, if it means that much-” He was cut off by a crushing hug from Mei, who easily lifted Green off of his feet and began to twirl them both around in sheer jubilation.

“You’d do that for me?! Thank you so much Green, you’re the absolute best!”

“Yes, yes, your appreciation is very evident now please put me down before you crush my rib cage,” he wheezed, letting in a deep gulp of air once he was freed. Mei appeared sheepish at the unintentional show of strength. “As I was saying, there’s probably a couple scalpers I could cough two tickets out of without much trouble.”

“I still question how you have the money to just do stuff like that casually, make hundreds of gadgets, and build our secret base.”

“You have your mysterious ways and I have mine Mei.” Before Mei could question further, Pigsy voice interrupted them both, looking a fair bit of a mess.

“There you are kid, we got a mountain of orders for you to deliver! Oh, and this came for you and Green in mail while you were gone, no return address though weirdly enough,” he said, shoving a load of noodle orders in Mei’s arms alongside two unmarked envelopes: one orange and the other green. The sound of something crashing in the kitchen tore Pigsy’s attention away, causing him to let out a string of curses as he went back into what sounded like chaos.

Green took the envelopes off Mei’s hands while she struggled with balancing all the orders in her arms, studying them with interest. Upon closer inspection, each envelope simply had “To My Heroes” scrawled on the front in elegant writing and sealed with a black wax seal on the back. He found himself impressed at all the sheer amount of effort put in.

“Fancy,” he commented before gently opening the green envelope. His eyes widened at what he found inside. “Looks like I won’t need to pay any scalpers for tickets.”

“Wait what do you mean? Gimme that!” Mei said, putting the orders down on the table to snatch the orange envelope and tear into it with desperate ferocity. There were practically stars once she took in what was inside: front row tickets to the DJ Horns concert and even VIP passes.

The windows of the restaurant rattled the slightest bit as the sheer force of her screams of joy.

Green didn’t even flinch as his ears were assaulted, used to this level of volume, while unfortunate bystanders winced in pain or jumped in surprise. He found a handwritten behind the ticket in his own envelope and curiosity getting the better of him, began to read it.

“As a token of thanks for always keeping this city safe, here’s free front row tickets on me! Can’t wait to see you both tonight in front of the crowd! ♡♡♡

- DJ Horns”

“How… suspiciously generous of him,” Green drawled, an eyebrow raised at such a note.

“What’s suspicious about it? We do save the city a lot and somebody’s just showing their appreciation for it! I see no problem with it,” Mei argued, pausing in her celebrations, which involved her doing a handstand on one of the stools and didn’t even seem bothered holding the position.

“Mei, this implies that he hand delivered these here without anybody noticing. Why go through all that effort to be sneaky?” It just didn’t sit right in the pit of his stomach, something smelled rotten about this to him.

“Because he’s a mega famous celebrity, he’s probably worried that making a big deal out of us giving these could make people upset or something.” It made sense to Mei, who wouldn’t free tickets from their favorite music artist and be upset that someone else was given that opportunity? She did a small flip from the stool to land next to Green, wrapping her arm around his shoulders until they were close enough that their cheeks were squished together. Despite the closeness, Green looked more uncomfortable about being tugged down to Mei’s height than anything else. That and how blinding her smile was.

“C’mon Green, I get the skepticism but it’s just a concert. One night where we can be normal teens enjoying the fruits of our labor in protecting this place, what’s so bad about that? Plus, it’ll be fun! So how about it?” Mei said, almost sounding desperate. Green remained silent for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh, only giving her a tired smile as he returned the one armed hug.

“Oh alright, you win. I suppose a break sounds nice right about now considering how things went with Demon Kid last time. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?” He conceded, willing to let his suspicion aside for a night of just not having to worry about anything but having a good time and enjoying music. Especially after yesterday, Green was still amazed that the demon managed to make something like perfume into a weapon of mass annoyance.

“That’s the spirit! This is gonna be the night of our lives!”

At least that’s what she thought, until her trinkets were literally snatched out of her hands.

“After you finish your deliveries for the night kid,” Pigsy interrupted, looking a lot more put together now that whatever disaster that had been happening in the kitchen was under control. Excluding the number of stains on his apron that weren’t there before of course. It took Mei a moment to process that her precious tickets weren’t in her hands and she was quick to bring out the puppy dog eyes.

“But- but Pigsy-” Pigsy showed no sign of giving in, having years to build a resistance to all of Mei’s tricks.

“I’m sorry Mei, but we’re way too swamped to let you run off with no one to do all these deliveries. Once you have all the deliveries done, you can have these back. But only after, so you better get started,” he stated, leaving no room for argument. And even if Mei tried, the smell of something burning had Pigsy back in the kitchen just like that with even more fervent curses, this time with her tickets tucked into the pockets of his apron.

Mei let out a groan and smacked her forehead against the countertop in despair. Green merely patted her back in sympathy to her plight.

“There’s no way I’m gonna make all those deliveries and not miss like half of the concert! Unless…”

Oh no, he recognized that look in her eyes anywhere.

“Mei, no. I know exactly what you’re thinking and I’m telling you right now, no. No music is worth facing Pigsy’s wrath if he finds out you skipped out on work for a concert. Which is what exactly will happen, he always finds out,” Green warned her, even taking off his sunglasses to look her dead in the eyes to get his point across. Mei winced at that, remembering what had happened last time she tried to skimp on work.

The power of Pigsy’s “I’m not mad, just disappointed” is something even DBK should fear.

“Look, I’ll record whatever you miss if I don’t see you by the time it starts. Might not be the same but it’s better than nothing.” That offer seemed to perk Mei up from her bout of disappointment, hopeful eyes peeking through her thick hair bangs.

“Promise?”

“I promise. But if you don’t want to miss the whole thing, you’d better do what Pigsy says and get started on the deliveries. Especially since I think that pile has grown since we got here,” Green said, pointing to the small mountain of orders which indeed had gotten bigger since passed off to her. This time, he was more prepared for the bone crushing embrace which came his way and thankfully had his arms free enough to return it.

“Thanks Green, you’re the best! Hopefully I’ll see you there before it all starts!” And just like that, Mei was off like a whirlwind with all the noodle orders in her arms. She excitedly loaded them into the shop’s delivery cart and drove off with a strong stomp in the gas pedal, the cart’s tires squealing in distress before driving off.

With a weary sigh, Green took his leave as well though he couldn’t stop looking at the ticket and note in his hands.

Even with Mei’s assurances, something about the situation still did not sit right with him.

“For once, please let me be wrong,” Green whispered to himself, not noticing a suspiciously familiar monkey-shaped marionette creature eagerly watching him from the rooftops above. On the other side of the puppet’s eyes, her creator couldn’t help the manic grin off of his face as the pieces started to fall into place for his plan.

Green had to admit that he was expecting this many people packed into the area when he rolled up to the concert gates on his motorcycle, Mei still nowhere in sight. Though he certainly made sure to update him on how the deliveries were going.

A familiar ding sound on his phone made him pause, giving an exasperated smile at seeing another text from Mei.

“WHY ARE SO MANY PEOPLE ORDERING NOODLES TONIGHT??? got done w 3/4 of the orders, if i hurry i should be there before opening act’s done. if anybody tries to steal my seat, i give you permission to use lethal force. don’t let me down! <3”

“Maybe if you didn’t send me so many texts, you’d be getting the deliveries done faster Mei,” Green mumbled to himself fondly as he climbed off his bike, blissfully unaware of the stares being sent his way. As usual, his hair was a mess of black and pale green spikes as he pulled off his helmet and he let out a soft huff, attempting to put order to the mane that was his hair as he made his way inside.

Green let out a low whistle, impressed as he walked further in to discover the place was decorated head to toe with fluorescent neon lights, state of the art music equipment, and a giant disco ball hanging from the ceiling which added another layer of glitz. It was almost disorientating, the onslaught of neon colors, lights, and music from all sides but in a way that was also exhilarating. The harsh glow of red, orange, and purple was a bit much for Green but at the same time it filled him with a sense of giddiness that made him begin to understand Mei’s desperation to be here.

His heart did a slight leap of excitement once he found his seat. It was one thing to read he had a front row seat and another thing entirely to see how close he was to the stage. And a completely separate thing to see a note on the seat, scrawled with a familiar extravagant writing which welcomed him and Mei with hopes that they would enjoy the show.

All too soon, all the lights went out and Green could feel his breath pause before they returned with full force alongside familiar music which seemed to make the entire room pulsate with its vibrations. Multiple spotlights shined on the stage and the crowd went wild with cheering as DJ Horns finally showed, looking just as bombastic as his set up.

He wore an ornate metallic helmet decorated with large horns that protruded from the forehead which shined a rainbow of colors under the neon lights. A dark fur lined coat was draped over his shoulders with a matching suit underneath and metal lined gloves on his hands. Overall, he looked like quite a character to Green though there was niggling in the back of his head that this should be someone that he could recognize. The grip on the arms of his seat tightened.

His eyes took in the still empty seat to his right and he began to gnaw his lip in worry.

“Where are you Mei?” Green asked himself before the synthesized voice of DJ Horns interrupted his thoughts.

“What is up everybody? You all ready for the show of a lifetime?!” A loud cacophonous roar of cheers answered him, which he soaked in without a hint of shame in his posture. “That’s what I like to hear! And we have some very special guests tonight right in the front row, the Monkie Kid herself and her partner, the Green Dragon!”

Green couldn’t help the flinch when a spotlight suddenly shined down on him, leaving him feeling exposed to hundreds upon thousands of eyes which zeroed in on him the vacant seat next to him. Yet he still forced on a smile which was more teeth than anything else, not quite appreciating being put on the spot like this. The musician’s shoulders seemed to tense in disappointment once he also noticed being down one of his special guests, yet he was quick to shake it off.

“Seems it’s more like one special guest, but no matter! We’re still going to make this a night that the city itself won’t ever forget! The first and unfortunately, only, live concert by the one and only DJ Horns!” He was met with gasps of surprise and even a couple cries of despair at this bombshell. “I know, I know! But there’s a reason for this, my dear fans. Because after tonight, you’ll all know the man behind the mask and I’m sure you’ve all been dying to know who it is. Am right?!” DJ Horns teased, hands reaching for his helmet.

The manic energy of the entire building seemed to escalate to almost out of control levels at that announcement, people scrambling for their phones to get the chance of capturing his face before anyone else. Green would have been among them if that uneasy feeling hadn’t begun to grow into full on paranoia, as if his very being could sense that the other shoe was about to drop. He was so tense that Green felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong, please let me be wrong,” he chanted to himself, his grip tightening to an unbearable degree as DJ Horns finally pulled off his helmet.

Unfortunately for him and everyone else, he wasn’t wrong.

His heart practically stopped as his eyes were welcomed by an unfortunately familiar face: spiked brown hair held up by a golden circlet styled like horns, dark eyes framed in orange and red pigment, and a fanged grin that promised nothing but trouble.

Demon Kid.

And his grin only became larger once he took in the shocked silence, particularly Green’s horror ridden face. He looked extremely pleased with himself as he took advantage of everyone struggling to process what was going on to prepare for the final phase of his plan.

And would it be a sweet victory for him.

“Oh, I’m going to treasure that look on your face for the rest of my life, Dragon Boy. It’s certainly a shame that the Noodle Girl couldn’t join in on the party but, eh, she’ll come eventually.” Green had finally overcome his horror, sword in his hands and making a mad dash towards Demon Kid on the stage. Yet the demon remained unaffected as he put on the finishing touches. “Because by the time I’m done, everyone in this whole city will be dancing for my king like my puppets. Starting with all you!”

And with that, Demon Kid put the volume at max and blasted the entire building with his music. The sheer force of the sound sent Green flying back, crashing into now abandoned seats as people attempted to escape. However, to their horror, all the doors were locked and barricaded. Leaving them trapped and at the mercy of the music assaulting their ears from all sides and one by one, civilians fell to the floor as they tried their hardest to muffle the noise. Yet as if a sentient force, the melody managed to slither its way in and overwhelmed people’s senses like a tidal wave with one simple but overpowering command.

And that command was to obey.

Green climbed to his feet in a daze, struggling to focus with the sheer volume and the strange whispering that seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere. And already Green could feel his mental walls crumbling, he wasn’t going to last long before he succumbed to the strange power.

Mei.

He had to warn Mei.

He scrambled for his phone, barely able to take him the most recent message from Mei stating she was heading back to get her ticket back from Pigsy. Clumsy fingers fumbled to type out a warning and relief flooded his nerves once the message was sent.

And just in time as Green found himself being dogpiled by multiple people, their eyes glowing a hollow and ominous red. He struggled yet the mental strain of fighting to keep control left him weak and vulnerable, sword just out of his reach. Impish chuckling invaded his ears and before he knew it, Demon Kid was right there. And while the demon typically only had a couple inches on Green, now he downright loomed over him and radiating smugness.

“Still fighting huh Dragon Boy? Almost impressive! But there’s no point in fighting anymore, the spell will wear you down one way or another. So save your energy, you’ll need it when you and Noodle Girl help me conquer this city in the name of my king. It’ll be awesome, just you wait!” The childlike giddiness would almost be endearing if Green wasn’t fighting a mental battle that he had no chance in winning, not against this kind of magic.

“Mei’ll stop you, she always does,” he grit out, eyes already taking on a faint red glow.

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that, after all I’d like to see her fight against her best friend when he’s under my control. But that’s not for you to worry about. Now, give in Dragon Boy,” Demon Kid commanded and like that, Green found himself being pulled under into a strange haze, only able to think of obeying the commands of his puppetmaster. The demon couldn’t help the joyous laugh as he watched Green’s eyes become red much like the rest of his little army.

Mei had been driving like a madwoman towards the concert the moment she read Green’s text.

“it’s demon kid using spell to hypnotize people don’t have time can already feel control slipping need to destroy his set up and stop the music before he gets city”

“I swear if he’s hurt Green, I will make him wish he stuck with making music,” she hissed to herself before letting out a growl at another red light slowing her down. “To hell with this.” Mei summoned the staff, slamming one end against the street and keeping a tight grip as the staff extended, sending her and the cart sailing above the streets below.

Mei barely flinched at the rough landing in front of the building, only feeling a flash of guilt at the state of the cart. She could pay Pigsy back for the damages later. Staff held tight in her grip and headphones on to buy herself time, Mei was ready for anything. And upon taking notice that all the doors appeared to be either locked or blocked, she did the next best thing to get inside.

Pole vault and smash her way through a window, miraculously not cutting herself on the glass.

She tumbled forward upon landing and took in the scene before her.

Her headphones certainly didn’t stop her from feeling the bass practically rock the foundation of the place yet what Mei found more worrisome were the people. Instead of rushing to attack her, they were all dancing to the beat of the song and looked almost perfectly normal. Except they were all too in sync and choreographed, as if Mei found herself in a music video than anything else. A shiver traveled down her spine as they all seemed to be watching her yet gave her a wide berth to catch sight of the stage.

Her blood boiled at the sight of Demon Kid, perched at his station but wiggling about showing he was barely able to sit still in anticipation.

“There you are, you had me waiting forever for you to get here!” He exclaimed, almost happy to see Mei before he caught himself and schooled his expression back to a businesslike indifference. “Not that it matters, you’ll be joining the Dragon Boy soon enough and we can start taking over this city!”

“Not while I have these headphones on, asshole!” Mei screamed over the music before rushing towards the stage, ready to smash Demon Kid’s equipment to pieces. It was only out of a vague sense of danger which flared in the back of her head and dodging at the right time that she managed to evade being skewered in the side by a sword.

The sight of Green, eyes lifeless red and moving around as if a stiff marionette being led around on strings, was definitely one that Mei was going to see in her nightmares for who knows how long.

Leaping to dodge another swipe of Green’s sword, Demon Kid’s cackle seemed to echo in sync with the music.

“Well then we’ll just have to rip those headphones off your pretty head ourselves! Minions, if you please!” Following the demon’s command, the hypnotized civilians stopped their dancing and attacked.

And Mei soon found herself swarmed and being attacked on all sides. It soon became more of a deadly game of tag, keeping herself out of the reach of her countless pursuers and evading Green’s relentless attacks. She was running out of time and space, she needed to think of a plan.

Fast.

Her eyes soon caught sight of the stage lighting above Demon Kid’s set and it was as if a lightbulb went off in her head.

It was risky and she only had one shot.

But Mei was always one for risk.

With a quick change in direction, Mei dashed towards the center of the swarm and just before she was pulled in, she took aim and threw the staff towards the stage lights. She could only be left to hope that she didn’t miss as a hand grabbed her ankle, only to be face to face with Green. His blank face now alight with a victorious grin before they were left tumbling along the floor in a desperate bid to grab one another.

Mei grunted as she found herself pinned down by Green, the neon lights causing his sword to gleam with menace as he held the tip to her throat. His other hand ripped off her headphones without mercy and her own ears were overwhelmed by the music.

“C’mon staff, don’t let me down,” she said, doing her best to fight as the spell soon attempted to creep its way in her head too.

“Well done, my dear puppet,” Demon Kid congratulated Green, pride practically emanating from his being. “Any last words, Noodle Girl?” His victory was practically guaranteed now and he couldn’t wait to see the look on his king’s face.

Which only made the demon confused at the sight of Mei’s smirk, her eyes focused upwards.

“Yeah. Might want to look above.”

“What?” Demon Kid did so and his heart stuttered at the sight of the spinning staff pinballing across the walls before colliding with the heavy duty wires which held the stage lights.

And cut through them without ease.

Without any suspension, the stage light rig surrendered to the forces of gravity. Demon Kid hurriedly dived off the stage to save himself, narrowly missed being squished by the rig. Unfortunately, his music equipment was not granted the same luck and was crushed in a shower of sparks, cutting off the music.

Blissful silence took over the area and Mei let out a sigh of relief as the sensation of something prying at her mind vanished like mist. And she couldn’t help a smile as the red vanished from Green’s eyes, signifying the end of Demon Kid’s control on him. He let out a groan, crawling back to consciousness as if waking up from the world’s worst nap, before realizing where he was.

“Mei? What happened? Are you okay?” Green was quick to get off Mei and help her back to her feet. She simply gave him a hug, content to see him safe and sound now. He accepted the hug without complaint, feeling less like he was struggling to gather his ability for free will again after having it ripped away. They were quick to break away as flames licked at their backs and they were faced with Demon Kid, his hair now flames as he took in his now ruined DJ equipment.

The duo took fighting stances, only for the demon to take a deep breath and have his hair to return to normal.

“Well, looks like you both got me beat this time. Here I thought I had it all in the bag but then you pulled that off-the-wall solution out of nowhere! And I admit, it looked cool as hell! I’ll give you two this win, here’s a little something for it,” Demon Kid said before tossing a bundle their way, which Mei caught with a look of caution from Green before they unwrapped it. To their mutual surprise, it was two letterman jackets emblazoned with the DJ Horns logo on the back and sleeves.

Before they could question him on this, Demon Kid gave the two a cheeky week before vanishing in a whirlwind of fire and smoke.

After a moment of stunned silence, Mei wordlessly took one of the jackets and put it on.

“After all that, you’re still willing to wear anything associated with DJ Horns?”

“Hey, this is merch I’ve never seen before and you gotta admit, we’d make this look good.” She even struck a pose to prove her point.

With a resigned groan, Green followed suit by putting on the other jacket and silently agreed that the jackets did make them look pretty good.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #mei #mk #red son #roleswap au #traffic light trio #fanfiction #my writing

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mudwingpropaganda · 4 years

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gimme your take on skywings bc 1) your take on mudwings is excellent 2) im writing a story that focuses on the skywing military and their employment of child soldiers and bread-and-circuses style of rule and 3) the skywings are so poorly designed and worldbuilt in canon

I LOOOOOVE the SkyWings. I’ve only recently fully understood the appeal of the tribe and after working on a few headcanons for them and Prince Cliff (pre-blog) I realized just how much sustenance they were lacking and how much they were deserving! I’d love to talk your ear off about what I have in mind.

SkyWings were once a tribe focused on music, theater, storytelling, and the arts. They prided themselves on their bards. They were known around the world as one of the most artistic tribes whose bands you simply HAD to have at your events, the sculptors you HAD to commission for your bust, the tribe you HAD to come to the parties of or else you simply haven’t lived. They were a tribe of merriment, festivals, games, and more. And don’t even get me started on their impressive air stunts and light displays, the fire dancers, and more.

The SkyWings were close friends of the SeaWings, who loved to share this passion for the arts and exchange techniques, styles, and inspiration. It wasn’t until the SeaWing Massacre that this friendship became unsteady and nerve wracking, until they cut each other off - officially, sans a few independent artists - completely.

In the grand scheme of things, the militarized SkyWings are a very new idea. It wasn’t until a few queens before Scarlet that the tribe aimed to display strength and firepower as opposed to inspiration and joy. And perhaps this is why these dragons are seen as more grumpy nowadays. They’re simply not in touch with their personal side and under Scarlet’s reign, they simply stagnated in creativity and individuality.

Scarlet’s reign used her dragons as pawns for her master plans, instead of individuals who could improve their tribe. She was inspired by the elite theater productions her mother had taken her and her sisters to when she was young. So much so that she thought the drama, the fights, the bloodshed, oh, it simply HAD to be brought to reality. She relished in the emotional turmoil of pitting her citizens together, watching reality television in real life as her servants turned against each other for fear that they’d push each other onto Scarlet’s bad side. She threw dragons in her arena for the pettiest of crimes to watch them duel, with her daughter by her side, and her sons preparing and pleasing the crowds.

This only ceased, somewhat, when the war struck. Oh, a war would simply bring so much entertainment for the arena. Scarlet organized the breeding program to further strengthen her dragons for war, children raised for battle, with more armored scales than the elder’s flexible scales made simply for flying. Dragonets without parents. Simply a duty to their tribe and to their throne.

Ruby’s reign is going much better, to say the least. She’s trying to bring back the theater, music, and arts, with Vermillion taking lead in things such as opera and theatrics. Her son, Cliff, is taking massive steps in bringing back individuality, so much so, he rejected his responsibilities as Prince but uses their wealth for a plethora of creatively inspired organizations.

But Ruby’s rule still isn’t perfect. She’s trying hard to inspire the youth to take the steps to be individuals. But they were born soldiers. They were born to fight and survive for the throne, but there’s no more war to fight, and with no families to turn to and very little stability to take them in, the tribe is trying to rebuild to accommodate these dragonets with lost childhoods.

As for appearances, SkyWings are comedically long, lanky dragons. They struggle participating in other tribes’ social spaces due to how long their spines, tails, and wings are, in comparison to their quite stumpy legs. They often walk like arched up cats or perpetually bent inchworms in order to get around on land. No wonder they prefer flying. SkyWings typically have beaks, talons, vents for their internal fire, and feathers. Though most dragons often burn their feathers by accident, those in higher positions such as royalty, merchants, or artists tend to have the cleaner, more elegant ruffs of feathers behind their ears.

An important part of the SkyWings’ cultures are their horns. Their horns never stop growing as long as they’re alive and can bend in a number of intricate patterns, remain somewhat straight, or loop like rams until they’re stabbed by their own bones. But it’s gravely looked down upon to shave your horns or trim them down, regardless of how much they might irritate your scales or may weigh your head down. Elder SkyWings struggle to get through doors because of their pride in their heavy rack. Taking care of your horns is a priority in SkyWing culture. While women are always bigger than males, there is no discernable dimorphism between their horns.

True SkyWings lacked armored scales. They were often very thinly protected by their soft scales with the texture of feathers, but as of the war, armored scales are more common, alongside inflated firepower. Firescales, in the reigns leading up to the war, were becoming more frequent due to the steady escalation of dragons with more intense fire.

Speaking of firescales, I like to take this idea more literally and say that firescale SkyWings literally look like they are on fire. All SkyWings are capable of venting smoke from their scales if they feel a bit too intensely, but can control their internal fire. Firescales are incapable of this, and burst into flames with every heartbeat, every sense of emotion, and every feeling. To kill firescales dragonets was seen as a mercy. They could never be loved properly, they claimed, and their only destiny was destruction and death.

In a similar idea, SkyWings killed animus dragons and firescales because they had a deep sense of self accomplishment. Being born with special powers was something they looked down upon, whether literally or socially. Everyone had to earn things equally, and no one could simply earn magic or the ability to set themselves on fire. These dragonets were killed on the mountain side, in the hopes they would be reborn anew. While recent queens forbade those who bore animus or firescale SkyWings, the parents were often encouraged to lay new clutches in hopes that their children would be reborn in their families.

One other idea I’d like to add is the subset of SkyWings I’ve been playing around with. Mountain SkyWings are SkyWings who are essentially hermits, recluses, and loners of the dragon world. Derogatorily deemed “feral,” mountain SkyWings are individuals who live in the cave systems of their queendom, horde the treasures they find, and enjoy their territory in their lonesome. They chase off other dragons and grow so old that they frequently die in their own caves, unable to find their ways out due to their size, deteriorating vision, or simple exhaustion.

Queen Scarlet prioritized reacquiring mountain SkyWings to “reintroduce them with a sense of nationalism,” but mostly because she simply wanted their hordes. Osprey was one of these dragons, an individual who had lived in the mountains his whole life, his scales rocky, spiked, and brittle, and was forced to join society as a standoffish, snappy SkyWing with a love of literature and law, looking for loopholes to get his treasures back. He unfortunately died before he could find a loophole from Scarlet’s “because I say so” judicial system, but found joy in giving Peril, a terrifying dragonet, someone to look up to, confide in, and talk to without going into full body trembles.

#regulus-ready-to-scream #skywings #wings of fire #skywings wings of fire

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rai-wick · 3 years

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Gally x Reader Chapter 25: The scorch

Y/N' S P.O.V

"Come on!" We bolted up towards the fences "Come on, go! Go! We'll lose them in the storm!" We slid behind a sandy bank and watched the soldiers ride along on motorcycles.

"Okay, everybody, go go go. Stay low! Stay low!"Thomas whispered as we crouched "Teresa, hang on. Stay together"

"I think we lost them"Minho yelled.

"Keep going guys!"

"Watch out! Where are we even going?"

"Come on, Aris. Let's go. Come on!"

"Over here!" I put my arm to my face to block the winds, spotting a glass building of some sort.

"Come on!"Teresa ran towards it.

"No Teresa don't!" I ran after her. She looked down into a gaping hole and slid down.

"Get down here!"I cautiously followed her with Minho following me.

"Can you hold this?"I nodded as Minho riffled through his bag for a flashlight and turned it on. He shone it around the room, checking for dangers "Where the hell are we?"

"We gotta go"Thomas gestured for us to keep moving "We-ve got-"

"No! Thomas stop!" Teresa shouted making us all turn to her "Tell me what's going on"Thomas sighed as we all huddled.

"It's WICKD. They lied to us. We never escaped. Me and Aris, we found bodies. Too many to count"

"What do you mean? Dead bodies?"Minho whispered in shock.

"No, but they weren't alive either. They had them strung up. With tubes coming out of them"I ran a hand over my face as he continued "They were...They were being drained. There's something inside of us that WICKD wants. Something in our blood. So we have to get as far away from them as possible"

"Okay"Newt sighs"So, what's the plan?"

"You do have a plan right?"I crossed my arms as Thomas shook his head slightly.

"Yeah, I don't know"

"Well, we followed you out here, Thomas, and now you're saying you have no idea where we're going or what we're doing" Newt told him, the shake in his voice evident.

"Wait, Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains"Aris spoke "Some kind of resistance or army"

"The Right Arm"Thomas said. For some reason that name sounded vaguely familiar, "The Right Arm. If they're really against WICKD, maybe they can help us"

"People" Newt looked from Aris to Thomas"In the mountains? Mountain people? That's your plan?"

"It's the only chance we have" We were interrupted by Winston who called out.

"Hey guys, come check this out"We went over to where we was kneeling "Minho, gimme a light" We saw footprints in the sand "Someone's been down here"We cautiously walked down and peered into a run down shop door. Minho shone his flashlight in before pulling the door open. We carefully explored the area.

"Looks like people lived here"Minho held up a dusty shirt.

"Where are they now?"I wondered aloud, gazing around with a flashlight.

"Let's pack some of this stuff up"Thomas dusted off a hoodie and pulled it on "Anything you think you might need. We'll split up, see what else we can find. Meet back here" Newt threw him a flashlight before Minho, Thomas, Winston and Aris left. I checked boxes for anything useful but found nada.

"Hey _____"I looked up as Newt approached me "I think you might need this"He handed me a switchblade that was quite similar to the one I lost in the Glade. I wiped the dust off before smiling back at him.

"Thanks Newt"He patted my shoulder as I heard Theresa gasp.

"You alright?"He called out to her.

"I'm fine"We heard her reply. I packed some clothes, a spare flashlight,a few empty water bottles and some sheets that could be used as bandages. I saw Frypan look over to where Teresa was pulling on a shirt.I rolled my eyes as Newt turned Frypan's face back to his bag with a grin.

"What?" We finished packing as the lights flickered on. I slipped the blade into my pocket and we walked out, meeting up with Winston and Aris.

"What's going on?" Winston's question was answered by Thomas and Minho's yelling.

"Run!"We saw them sprinting towards us following by growling creatures.

"Oh shit!"Newt exclaimed and we ran.

"Thomas, Minho, what the hell are those things?"I shouted as we darted up the broken escalators.

"I don't know, just keep going!" We turned onto the floor but halted as one charged towards us. Aris ran at at it with a bat, hitting it in the legs and knocking it over. It leaped at Teresa and Thomas, separating them from us as the others arrived behind us.

"Go around, we'll meet you there!"I nodded and climbed the other escalators. Thomas and Teresa came running down the line of shops as we climbed up.

"Come on!"We looked for an exit. I heard a crash behind me and saw one of them on top of Newt.

"Newt!"I ran to him and kicked the creature through the railing "Are you alright?"I helped him up.

"Yeah, thanks ____"He gasped.

"Through here! Let's go! They're coming!"We turned into a narrow passage way. Thomas pulled at a door to no avail.

"Just keep going!"Frypan yelled as the creatures came through.

"It's a dead end!"Minho groaned as we faced an empty wall. I banged on the chained door.

"Get us out of here Thomas!"Teresa cried out.

"This one!"I yelled, gesturing for help.

"I'll hold them back!"Winston fired at the creatures while we pushed against the door "Get that door open!"He hollered as the creatures came closer.

"Move!"Frypan made a running jump and burst the lock "Come on! It's open!" I grasped Winston's arm, running through before being yanked back as one of them got hold of him.

"Winston!"

"Help me!"We all grabbed him and pulled while Minho and Thomas tried to shut the door. He screamed as the creatures dug their claws into his stomach. We finally got a hold of him and Frypan helped him up.

"Go go!"Thomas shouted and we sprinted with him following moments later.

"Over there!"I pointed to a grove hidden underneath the rubble and we all slid under, switching off our flashlights, hardly daring to breathe.

~THE NEXT MORNING~

"Hey, hey! Get outta here!"I woke up to Thomas yelling. Groaning, I got up from where I was squashed between Minho and Frypan.

"Are they gone?"Newt asked as we got up.

"Yeah, I think we're safe for now" I grimaced and stretched, easing my bones awake.

"We should get moving"Winston let out a deep groan as he tried to move.

"Hey man"Frypan held a hand out to him "You okay?"Nodding, he got up. I handed him his bag with a soft smile. We climbed up and saw the wasteland ahead of us. There were buildings in ruins, covered in overgrown yet dried out plants and sand. We began making our way through.

"What the hell happened to this place?"Frypan asked as we walked.

"I don't know"Newt replied"It doesn't look like anyone's been here in a long time"

"I hope the whole world's not like this"Aris added. I sighed in agreement.

"Whoa, whoa! Hang on, stop"I looked back to see Thomas at a stand still "Do you hear that?" The wind whistled as we heard the whirring of helicopter blades "Get down! Everybody hide! Hide! Hide!" We scrambled under a fallen block of cement, watching as 2 small planes and a large helicarrier passed by.

"They're never gonna stop looking for us, are they?" Minho said, his tone heavy. We climbed onwards, looking for an exit out of the city.

"A little further guys"We climbed a sand dune, panting as we reached the top. I saw the outline of mountains amongst the ruins of the city.

"Those mountains, that's gotta be it"I told them.

"That's where we're going"Thomas nodded.

"That's a long way off"Newt pointed out.

"Then we better get moving"I concluded. Just as we were about to continue, Winston fell down in a faint.

"Winston!" He was gasping for air as we crowded around him.

"He's hurt pretty bad"

"What do we do?"Teresa asked. Thomas stood up and stared into the distance before grabbing some sticks.

"______, have you got rope?"I dug through my bag and handed him the rope. I helped him make a makeshift bed for Winston, lining it with clothes, using his bag as a pillow. Aris and Teresa layed Winston down inside it.

"We'll take it in turns to bring him, alright?"We all nodded in agreement.

"I'll take the first turn"Frypan picked up one side.

"Me too"Minho grabbed the other handle. I picked Minho's bag up and strapped it to mine. We continued walking on towards the mountains.

"Hang in there Winston" We walked for what seemed hours until the winds began to get harsh, the sand blowing around, making us cough and wince even with our scarfs on.

"We gotta find shelter!"Thomas shouted, carrying Winston with Newt at the front and Minho and Frypan at the back.

"Follow me!"I put my arm in front of my face as we made our way to a pile of rocks and an over turned rusted car. We laid Winston down and got some rest, waiting for the wind to calm down. I gulped down my water, watching Thomas and Teresa talk.

"How's it looking?"Newt asked them.

"It's a little further"Thomas replied.

"That's not very convincing"I looked back at the feverish Winston and sighed deeply.

"It's going to be okay"Frypan's voice making me turn back. I swallowed and nodded. We sat in a comfortable silence until we heard a gunshot. We jumped, turning to see Winston holding a gun to his mouth.

"Hey! Guys, get down here!"I yelled to Teresa and Thomas while running to Winston.

"Winston, what are you doing man?"

"Give me that!"

"What's going on?"Thomas asked, rushing over.

"What happened?"

"I don't know"Frypan replied "He just woke up and grabbed the gun and then he tried to..._"

"Give it back, please"Winston was on all fours, panting and reaching out for the gun in Frypan's hand.

"Winston, are you okay?"I knelt beside him just before he retched onto the ground. He coughed before laying on his back, taking shaky breaths.

"It's growing..."He pulled up his shirt to reveal a blackened stomach covered in claw marks"...inside me" I bit my lip in worry as he shook his head "I'm not gonna make it. Please, please" He reached his arm out "Don't let me turn into one of those things" Frypan turned the gun over in his hand. We all stared at him then Newt took the gun from Frypan.

"Wait, Newt..."Thomas began. Newt walked to Winston, crouched beside him and placed the gun in his hand.

"Thank you"He whispered in a hoarse tone "Now, get out of here"

"Good-bye Winston"He got up and picked up his bag. Frypan patted his best friend's shoulder before turning away. I smiled softly at Winston to which he gave a weak one in return. I hugged Frypan tightly before we walked away. We had travelled a good distance before we heard a ringing gunshot. We stopped in our tracks once again being reminded of what freedom costs.

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#the maze runner #gally imagine #gally x reader #gally imagines #maze runner gally #gally masterlist #newt maze runner #thomas maze runner #maze runner minho

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sacklerscumrag · 4 years

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Part II of III: Stay With Me Series

Clyde Logan X Female Reader

Notes: Sorry it took me so long to update ya'll, my life has been a mess lately haha I went pretty soft with this chapter but this is what my mushy brain came up after so many things went wrong with it (it’s been a ride LOL) Part 3 coming next week :)

Summary: Time for our favorite southern boy to take us out on a couple dates. Let's see if he makes a move ;)

Warnings: Vaginal fingering, fluff

Word Count: 2.6K

Part I

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Picking up the book Clyde returned, you noticed a slip of paper fall on the counter. ‘Just in case Darlin’ was written down along with his phone number. Mustering up some courage you sent him a quick text before getting up to help your first customer of the day. After a couple hours, it was finally time to go home and get ready for your date.

Around 7:00 pm that night, Clyde knocked on your door. You rushed out of your room to answer it, eager to see your mountain man on the other side of it.

“Hey darlin” he smiled, blushing at the sight of you.

“Hey Clyde. Ready?” you bit your bottom lip as you said it. He nodded before walking you towards the car.

The theater was a short drive away. When you arrived, it looked like all of Boone County showed up for the creature feature tonight. Clyde parked the car in a spot farther back, away from the screen, and pulled out a bag with all kinds of snacks.

The movie started as you and Clyde sat closer to each other.

“Hey darlin, didn’t they skip the part in Chapter 12 just now?” you were taken back, remembering that part in the book.

“How did you know?” you turned to look at him.

“I saw that note ya had all marked up in yer book” smirking at you and letting out a sigh before looking forward again. He really remembered that? You thought to yourself as you snuggled against his arm, resting your head on his shoulder, continuing to watch the movie in a comfortable silence.

Once the movie ended, you gathered the snacks and settled back into your seat. Spending the whole drive home discussing the movie with Clyde you went over your favorite parts, his Frankenstein impression making you giggle uncontrollably. Once you arrived home, he made his way out of the car and around to open your door, walking you to your front porch.

You turned to face him under your dimly lit porch light. Clyde was hunching over, nervously biting at his bottom lip while looking down.

“I had a great time tonight Clyde” he shyly looks up at you, taking a small step forward, drawing you in. From this close you couldn’t help but notice the way his brows seemed to be permanently furrowed, his lips so plump, begging to be kissed, his freckles looked like constellations spreading across his face. You wanted to cling onto him, kiss him dizzy, and never let go.

Before he could say anything, you closed the distance between, pressing your lips on his. His hand coming up to cup your face, thumb slowly caressed your cheek. Kissing you gently like you were going to break in his grasp. His hands moved to your waist while yours rested on his chest, melting into the kiss. Clyde’s tongue prodded at your lips for entrance which you happily granted. The way his mouth moved against yours made you feel like you’d done this a thousand times before. Relishing in the way his nose moved against your cheek as your lips explored each other. He tasted like the candy you had been sharing earlier and you wanted more.

Both of you pulled away to catch your breath, your foreheads still touching. Clyde’s fingers trace down your arms all the way to your hands, taking them into his own.

“Goodnight y/n” his thumb caresses the back of your hand, making bite your lip as he kissed your forehead and headed to his truck.

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Clyde swung by the store early Thursday morning. You had been trying to make plans to see each other sooner but between the bar and the busy holiday season at the bookstore you both barely had time for anything else. So, you finally agreed to have a morning coffee date before customers started coming into the store. Clyde strolled in at around 8:00 am, wearing his gray, button down shirt and those skinny jeans you were dying to rip off of him.

“Good Morning Darlin” he set down the coffees on the counter as you made your way around. Wrapping your arms around his neck bringing him in for a delicious kiss, his lips being the only breakfast you were interested in having this morning. His hands gripped your hips, pressing you closer to his body. The cold sensation of his prosthetic hand on our hip making you lightly moan into his mouth.

Clyde’s tongue moved in sync with yours, both hungrily devouring each other, this kiss being much hungrier than the last. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at it, making Clyde deepen the kiss. He cupped your ass, sliding his hands down under your thighs, to hoist you up onto the counter. Standing between your legs, he caressed your thighs and ass, you could feel just how much Clyde was straining in his jeans. You slid your hand down to feel it for yourself, palming him lightly through his jeans, before hearing a car door slam outside.

Clyde quickly backed away from you as you jumped off the counter and straightened yourselves out. Trying to make it seem like you weren’t just making out like two horny teenagers at 8:00 am. He stood behind you, trying to cover up the obvious tenting in his jeans as two customers walked into the bookstore.

“Good morning, welcome to Sams” they nodded towards you “If you need anything, please let me know” they made their way through the bookshelves, not paying any mind to the two of you. Turning around you start to giggle when you see Clyde holding a book in front of him in a very strategic way, hair disheveled, face flush, and lips swollen from your kisses walking towards you.

“I’ll text you. I gotta get a couple errands done before work” leaning in you give Clyde one more quick kiss before he heads out.

The rest of the day passed with a few customers trickling in and out until closing time. The book you had been reading keeping you glued to it whenever you had the chance. Clyde’s name popping up on your phone temporarily distracting you.

Clyde: Hey Darlin, sorry to run out on ya like that

Its alright Clyde, I had a couple things to get done anyway 😊

Clyde: I meant to ask before I left but would you wanna go out again this Friday?

Of course, I would! Where to?

Clyde: Now that’s a surprise, beautiful. I’ll pick you up at 7. See ya Friday

Your stomach fluttered at the thought of Clyde’s surprise. This man was going to be the end of you, you knew it.

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The sun was setting on Friday afternoon, your nerves were already settling in as you got home from work. You decided on wearing your low-cut white, long sleeve shirt and favorite pair of black pants with your black boots, throwing on a corduroy coat. It was going to be a chilly night, you wanted to be prepared for whatever Clyde had in store.

You heard Clyde’s truck pull up outside as you ran out to grab your purse and open the door. Clyde is standing there looking as handsome as ever in his long sleeve plaid shirt and jeans with roses in one hand.

“Ya look beautiful Darlin” You blushed furiously at his words as he handed you the roses. You rushed to the kitchen to grab a vase and set the flowers while Clyde steps into the living room.

“Thank you, Clyde, they’re beautiful” moving to stand in front of him on your tippy toes to give place a kiss on his cheek, making him break into a smile.

“Yer welcome, you ready to go?” you nod and make your way out of the house.

You slid into the truck next to Clyde, adjusting your seat belt. “So where exactly are we going?” Clyde was careful not to give you too many details about your date and you were itching to find out. He just chuckled and pulled out of the driveway as you scooted closer to him.

When you finally arrived at your destination, you look out to see Clyde had brought you to the Boone County Annual Fall Festival. There were twinkling lights and pumpkin as far as the eye could see, seemed like everyone in town was there. Clyde turned to you, watching your face as you took it all in.

“Ya ready for yer first fall festival?” you turn to him, giving him a big smile and a quick peck on the lips before getting out of the car.

The cold breeze settled in as you walked in through the pumpkin patch, the smell of cider in the air surrounded you as Clyde took your small hand, interlocking your fingers with his. There were food trucks set up on one side of the farm while the other had the county wide famous haunted house. You looked around, loving the ambiance of fall surrounding you while he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Both of you spent the late afternoon drinking hot cider, snacking all types of cookies and roaming the pumpkin patch hand in hand with Clyde while he pulled you close any time you walked away from the crowds, kissing you until you both had no other choice but to come up for air. You talked about everything from books to your lives growing up, even about his accident. Clyde kept up his Frankenstein impressions, you had to give it to him, he did know how to make you laugh.

As the sun went down, Clyde offered to show you around the back of the farm. You had your arm looped around his, walking towards the back when Clyde got a phone call.

“Gimme a sec Darlin” he kissed the back of your hand and walked away to take the call. A few moments later he came back “come with me” he said as he took you behind a large oak tree where there was a four-wheeler parked with a blindfold laid on top of the seat. “I got a surprise for ya. But first ya gotta put this on fer me” you nodded as he placed the blindfold over your eyes and took your hand, guiding you to sit comfortably behind him.

You felt Clyde sit as you wrapped your arms around his wide torso. Taking the time to feel him in your arms as you took off. A few minutes later you felt the bike stop.

“We’re here” Clyde got off, taking your hands to guide you off safely. He stood behind you and placed his hands on your hips, guiding you to walk forward. “Okay” he unwrapped the blindfold and as it fell from your eyes, you couldn’t believe what you saw.

You were standing at the top of the hill that had the best view of the whole festival. Hay bales were laid out on one side in a C shape with various colored pillows and blankets thrown over the ground facing the beautiful hillside view. On the other side there was a table with hot chocolate and lanterns surrounding the entire area. You felt Clyde wrap his arms around you, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Eyes filling with tears as you placed your hand over your mouth in disbelief.

“Oh, my goodness Clyde” you were speechless. The thought that he would go through all this trouble for you made your heart burst. Clyde placed a quick kiss on your head as he walked towards the blankets.

“This is ma favorite place to come when I gotta clear ma mind” you sat down placing some of the blankets over the both of you as you nestled into Clyde’s side with his arm over your shoulder. “It’s got the best view fer lookin at the stars” you looked up to see the night sky lit up as you’ve never seen it before.

“It’s beautiful Clyde, all of this is. Thank you” sitting up to see him looking back at you.

You scooted closer to him and placed a kiss on his lips. Clyde brought his hand up to the side of your neck, opening his mouth to let his tongue mend with yours. You knew Clyde was too much of a gentleman to take this further, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You slowly got up and swung your leg over to straddle Clyde, never breaking the kiss. His hands immediately moved to your thighs then to your ass, gripping it hard. You were sure there would be bruises there tomorrow. Your fingers tangled in his hair, giving it a tug, making Clyde choke back a moan. His hands grounded your hips down on his, making his cock rub just right over your aching clit through your pants. Clyde pulled his lips away for a moment.

“Darlin I-“ you could see the hesitant look in his eyes.

“Clyde it’s okay” you whispered as you took his hand and placed it on your chest, guiding him to knead your breast. Clyde took your lips in his own again, hungrier this time. He hooked his mechanical arm around your waist, pressing your body against his. His other hand making its way down to undo the buttons on your pants and sliding his hand under your panties. A moan escaped you when you felt his fingers run along your slit.

“Fuck. Yer so wet. Is that all for me?” you grip his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped two thick fingers inside, stretching you. Clyde moved to kiss and bite at your neck, leaving purple marks wherever he could. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, feeling your wetness seep onto his hand. He added a third finger and curled them inside you making you gasp. Touching that sweet spot, threatening to send you over the edge as you writhed on top of him. He brought his thumb to your clit and started to draw circles, making you buck your hips into his hand as your breathing got heavier, you were getting close. Clyde’s eyes watched you, your was head thrown back as you arched your back, your face coiling with pleasure as you made some of the most beautiful sounds he’s ever heard.

“Yer close aren’t ya baby. Go ahead cum for me. I wanna feel ya cum on my fingers” the last words Clyde said turned into a blur as your orgasm hit you. You squirmed in his lap as he held you close, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm. Your body fell limp onto Clyde’s as you both panted and he placed kisses on the side of your head. Pulling his fingers from you, he took them in his mouth, licking them clean.

“Ya taste so sweet darlin. So good” as soon as you regained control of your body, you leaned back and start to undo Clyde’s belt to return the favor before Clyde takes your wrists in his hand to stop you.

“Please Clyde, let me do this for you” he shook his head.

“As much as I would love to darlin. I would hate for our first time to be on a bale of hay where anyone can see us. I’m fine, really I am. That was amazing. You’re amazing” he cupped your face with both hands, bringing you in for another kiss “Lets get goin, fairs closin soon”

“Five more minutes. I want to enjoy this” you said as you turned in Clydes lap, laying down in between his legs as he wrapped a blanket around you, holding you close to him. You never wanted this moment to end.

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SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 8/31

Waited until that second trailer came out to post. I am LIVING with all this new content! Mind the disclaimer and check it out under the cut.

DISCLAIMER: This is gathered info from various sources. This is not confirmed information. Stuff in this WILL be wrong. Don’t take this too seriously. This is for fun. Also, if you use this info for another publication, please let me know as a courtesy. Don’t be a dick. It's all out there, but it hurts to see my same phrasing on other publications after all the work I’ve done to consolidate it…

General Info (oldest to newest). This is a blend of pre-COVID and post COVID, so some might change.

They are adding a whole extra day to filming to do the final scene. They will film the final scene last. (Implies logistics- lots of returning people?) PRE COVID SPOILER

In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean

Not much new at the TCA’s, but it was said it is “unlikely” Jeffery Dean Morgan will be back since his last appearance was such a good end note. There were some jokes about a Castiel spin off.

There will be a special tribute ep (Post COVID talk seems to indicate this will stil happen)

Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season (he’s missed 3 so far and I suspect will miss 14 and 16, unclear about 19).

Cas’ deal with the Empty may come up later in the season.

Jack will be a critical part of the ending of the show

Dean and Amara’s connection will be explored

There will be a bunker themed episode (MarySue article)

In one of his cookbook interviews, Misha used the word “we” several times when talking about the final scene of Supernatural. He said that would be the last scene they shoot. It seemed to imply that he was in the scene, but that could be open to interpretation.

JaxCon/Vegas Con spoilers:

Misha said the ending was “happier than he expected” but also had some sadness. He later used “sad and redemptive”

Misha mentioned that Claire will be mentioned on the show, but as of yet not appear.

Dean says the line “stop killing my people” (to god?)

Jensen said he doesn’t see how the story could continue past this season, but Jared said its more of “a see you later”

Misha confirmed he’s in the final scene, but he also indicated he had one week of filming left (total?) PRE COVID SPOILER

Al Cal posted a pic of a “thrown away” call sheet that seem to indicate Micheal, Lucifer, and a character named “Betty” interacting in the bunker. Unclear as to the validity.

There will be a flashback episode

Charlie (original flavor) will return

Filming will resume on Aug 18th. Per Canadian policy, they must quarantine for two weeks. Those quarantining seems to include:

Fairly Clear: Jared, Jensen, Jake Abel (Micheal), Rob Benedict (Chuck/God) Mark Pelligrino (Lucifer), Al Cal (didn't need to quarantine, but he is definitely on set)

Unclear/Rumored: Misha (he is being deliberately cagey), Osric Chau (Kevin- but likely for another project, he was a week ahead of everyone else) Jim Beaver (Bobby) flew to Vancouver on 8/26, so he could make it for the last couple days of filming with a quarantine

No idea: Shoshannah Stern and Ruth

Reasons Unlikely: Sam Smith (chemo treatment), Kim Rhodes (working at a camp during quarantine)

Jensen said sp 19 is more of a season finale, while 20 is a series finale. Repeated in interviews/livestreams.

Megan Fitz. complimented both Dabb’s and Glynn’s writing on twitter. Not sure if it is in reference to rewrites or the special retrospective that is planned.

Jensen indicated that the ending did change per COVID protocols. Unclear how much.

Misha is being very, very cagey about where he is. Some live streams seem to indicate he is not at home, but he has yet to confirm- his presence in 19/20 is hard to track. In an interview with Metaverse, he was in bed in a hotel looking space and you could see mountains in the background. He was not on set for the first week of filming, so he could be a week behind.

Misha has thrown around the words “final” and “what he <Misha> would have wanted” per Cas’ ending. “Sad/Proud” and “poignant” were also used.

The final episodes will premier October 8th. The finale will air Nov 19th in conjunction with an hour long special.

A trailer was released on 8/27. Scenes included:

A moving speech from Sam to Dean

(Possibly from 18) A teary conversation between Dean and Cas

Injured Dean being helped by Cas in the bunker

Jack breaking some cuffs/bring thrown into a wall/saying he has to kill god

Dean and his grenade launcher and a purple nightgown

Sam in a sweater vest getting a gun from under a pillow

A glimpse of a body with “Lust” written above it/a matronly woman (I think the villain from 14) saying “Boys”

Ghost Dean? Little Sam cutting off a hand

Some intermixed scenes from past episodes

A second trailer was released on 8/31. Scenes included:

A monologue from Billie about god coming to destroy the planet plus her banging on a bunker door (with her hand all gooey) and striking someone with her sythe

Jack continuing his speech about killing god but expanding that he has a ritual to do

Lots of red danger lights in the bunker/ 3 people getting tossed around in the bunker/Chuck in the bunker

Chuck saying he doesn't believe Sam and Dean can kill him

Young Sam and not ghost Young dean

Dean angrily driving the Impala then saying “its time”

Cas drawing his blade in front of an old truck to protect someone in a suit (Jack? I cant tell)

More Dean tears

A surprise appearance from Bobby

Some of the same scenes as before

Episode 15x14

Title: Last Holiday

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) discover a wood nymph (guest star Meagan Fey) living in the bunker who is determined to protect her family, at any cost. Eduardo Sanchez directed the episode written by Jeremy Adams (#1514). Original airdate 3/30/2020.

Written by: Jeremy Adams

Director: Eduardo Sanchez

Filming Dates:1/15- 1/24

Airdate: unknown- October 8th

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? eh… I don't think so Jack ? yes

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha mentioned being at an airport the first day of filming, maybe he’ll miss this one

The director shared a BTS shot with AlCal’s chair in the background. He also posted on that looked like the statues in hell. Lots of filming at the bunker. A few impala shots were shared as well.

In an EW article, a mysterious woman gives Sam and Dean every holiday they ever missed. Based on the title, I’m guessing this!

Episode 15x15

Title: Gimme Shelter

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: ?? Davy Perez???? They seem to be keeping it under wraps for some reason

Director: Matt Cohen

Filming Dates: 1/27-2/5

Airdate: unknown. October 15th?

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ?yes Jack ? Yes

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info:

There was some filming done at the crossroads with only Misha.

Alex and Misha filmed together

It seems as if J2 didn’t film at all the first week, Misha filmed six or seven days, this is a Cas centric ep

Episode 15x16

Title: Drag Me Away (From You)

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Megan Fitzmartin

Director: Amyn Kaderali

Filming Dates: 2/6-2/17

Airdate: October 22nd?

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? I think so… briefly? Jack ? not sure either.

Guest stars: IMDB credits Lisa Berry (Billie/Death)

Other Spoilers/info:

Alex got a cast of his face around the filming of this- so this ep or the one after

Looks like we get Dean in a robe!

They filmed at Rooster’s Sunrise Hotel for 3 days/nights

This might be the flashback ep

Episode 15x17

Title: Unity

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Meredith Gylnn

Director: Catrion McKenzie

Filming Dates: 2/19-2/28

Airdate: Oct 29th?

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars: Rob benedict and Emily Sparrow

Other Spoilers/info:

Chuck and Amara trailers were seen on set when filming in a garden

Jensen was in NOLA Friday, possible Monday

“Uriel” was around for filming (Post COVID update: Misha seemed to indicate that this was because the actor was nearby filming? Not sure if this is to cover up the spoiler or the truth)

Alex and Jensen filmed in the imala

Episode 15x18

Title: The Truth

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: BOBO

Director: Speight

Filming Dates: 3/2--3/11

Airdate: Nov 5th?

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha and Alex filmed near the impala. J2 showed up later that night. This was the source of the “last time they all filmed on set” photo)

An really emotional scene was filmed with Misha and Jensen. Jared was definitely not there, but Alex was on the flight they took with Rich, so its possible he was too. This was revealed at a con in which the four of them were on a plane that had an in-flight problem.

Filming watchers saw a bro hug

Tape Ball posted a shot of field that looks like were dean came back from hell

Misha indicated this was his “favorite episode” in a recent interview

Episode 15x19

Title: Inherit the Earth

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: bucklelimg

Director: John Showalter

Filming Dates:: 3/12-3/23/cancelled for COVID and then 8/18-8/27

Airdate: Nov 12th

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? unknown Jack ? yes

Guest stars: Jake Abel (Micheal), Mark Pelligrino (Lucifer)

Other Spoilers/info:

Production shut down as a precaution for coronavirus on 3/13, two days into filming. It is scheduled to start again on Aug 18th.

Jensen indicated there might be some re-writes for this ep to account for COVID protocols.

When they started filming, they indicated they were on day two. So maybe they could only use some of the scenes they shot? Then they added an extra day all called it day 9. COVID protocols makes things take longer

AlCal was definitely on set.

Jake Abel is definitely on set, and he posted an instagram story with his trailer and Lucifer’s (Mark Pelligrino)

Some filming was done at a gas station called Showalter’s (name of the director) with Jared, Jensen, and Alex

Jake “Spoiler King” Abel filmed a video showing chairs for Jared, Jensen, and Alex as well as Rob Benedict (Chuck/God). They were filming near a lake with a mountain view (that looked similar to where Cas died in season 13)

Rob Benedict posted it was his last day in Vancouver, indicating we won't see Chuck past this episode? Or very very briefly in 20? Jake Abel posted a similar message, also baiting fans about Misha’s whereabouts

Episode 15x20

Title: Carry On

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:

Written by: Dabb

Director: Bob Singer

Filming Dates: 8/28- 911? (9/7 is Labor Day, not sure if that affect filming in Canada, or if the finale still requires an extra day. COVID makes things take longer as well)

Airdate: November 19th

Photos:

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? maaaaybe? Jack ? maaaaybe?

Guest stars:

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha is in the final scene, per pre COVID interviews.

Jake Abel used a “we” when he tweeted about getting back to work as soon as the virus scare ended, indicating Adam/Micheal would be part of the finale. He is quarantining, so this seems likely. Now looking like he was referencing 19.

Jensen indicated filming would take two weeks, longer than usual

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