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mac-and-thefox · 5 months

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Strong for Somebody Else

Chp 3 - You Guide Me in to Safety and Silence

Mountain finally allows himself to relax and spend time with Dew.

Finally, some sweet, loving MountainDew smut as a break before things return back to angst and suspense!

Dew's anatomy described as cunt, pussy, clit

Some flower language featured in this chapter:

Begonia - warning about the future and unpleasant thoughts, caution and consideration

Red Tulip - eternal love and passion, my feelings are true

Calamintha - shyness

WC - 7,820

Or, under the cut HERE!!

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Mountain grunted under the weight of the branches he carried on his back. He trudged forward, heaving the wood into the bonfire, watching sparks billow towards the sky with the addition to the intense, white-hot flames. His attention lingered on the way the sparks blended with the stars, and took a deep breath in of the cool, late autumn air. His mind drifted to Omega, as it had been all day since his conversation with Aether. He was reluctant to admit it to himself, but there was a small voice in the back of his mind not fully put at ease by Aether's reassurances.

The crunch of leaves to his left brought him out of his thoughts as he heard Ifrit approaching, adding his own bundle of branches into the fire and a spark of his infernal fire along with them. Mountain watched as the fire ghoul brushed his hands off and placed them on his hips, a self-satisfied grin on his face. Mountain chuckled and gently shook his head.

“What? I did pretty good, don’t you think?” Ifrit said, gesturing towards the roaring flames dramatically.

Mountain chuckled and shook his head again as he walked towards the fire ghoul, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Yes, truly your best work yet.” he said, not hiding the playful sarcasm in his voice.

“Well, I don’t know if I’d go quite that far…the great Beltane of 2011 was pretty spectacular. Damn near burned Meg’s eyebrows off.” Ifrit laughed, wrapping his arms around the taller ghoul.

He felt Mountain tense slightly at the name, his face flickering with stress, and sighed. “Sorry, Juniper, I know you went to see him yesterday.” he whispered.

Mountain kissed the top of Ifrit’s head between his horns, taking his hand and guiding him to sit next to the fire. He curled in close to his side, trying to escape the damp coolness of the ground beneath them.

“Don’t apologize, Sunspot. I know you’re worried about him too.” He threaded their fingers together, and turned his attention back to the flames.

“So how was he?” Ifrit asked, watching Mountain’s face carefully.

“Not great,” Mountain whispered, tucking his head into Ifrit’s neck. “He wasn’t himself, Frit. They’re still giving him sedatives and…and he said he was seeing Papa.” He curled into Ifrit tighter, fighting back the shake in his voice.

Ifrit pulled away slightly, craning his neck to try to look into Mountain’s eyes, “Juniper…are you saying Omega knows where Papa is?”

“No…I’m saying Meg was seeing Papa in the room with us. Sunspot, there was no one there. Aether says maybe he’s just grieving but…I’m worried. More than I was before. Much more.”

Mountain could feel himself slipping, the stress coming back, the small voice raising its concerns louder. “I don’t–I don’t know. I don’t want to believe it, but Ifrit, what if Aether is wrong? What if this isn’t grief but something…worse?”

“Hush, Juniper, you’re getting yourself worked up. Aether knows what he’s talking about, he knows Meg better than any of us. That’s his mentor, remember? If Aeth says he’s grieving, we need to give him time and see what comes of this.” Ifrit soothes, rubbing his hand up and down Mountain’s back to slow his breathing. “The Clergy is taking care of him.”

Mountain just curled into Ifrit tighter, trying to focus on his breathing and the slow circles being rubbed into his back. He felt his head swim and his limbs shake. He hated that any part of his mind doubted Aether, he hated that the stress of the last few weeks was causing him to doubt someone he cared about and trusted so much. He felt the tears sting at his eyes and bit his cheek, willing them not to fall.

“What’s this, a fireside cuddle session and no one invited me?” Mountain jumped slightly at the unexpected lilting voice behind him, having been too lost in his head to hear the crunching footsteps approaching from the direction of the Abbey.

“Sorry, Dewbug, you’d think I’d know better than to start a bonfire without our Water ghoul again.” Ifrit chuckled, straightening up to turn and look at Dew. Mountain tried to subtly wipe his eyes against Ifrit’s shoulder before turning to look at Dew as well. He let go of Ifrit’s waist to open his arms in an invitation.

“Hey Water Lily. Come join us?” Mountain said, trying to mask the tremor in his voice. He didn’t want to worry Dew, though he knew eventually he’d have to divulge his thoughts about his concerns to him, and to Zephyr as well. Dew walked over to stand between Ifrit and Mountain, placing a hand on top each of their heads, caressing the base of their horns. Mountain hummed and wrapped his tail around Dew’s thin leg, softly leaning into the Water ghoul.

“I’d love to, Rosebud, but I don’t think your fire is going to stick around much longer. I was actually coming out here to tell you that Aeth and Zephyr almost have dinner ready and also to warn you that the storm is going to hit any minute now.” Dew lifted his face towards the sky, smelling the thickening scent of ozone and feeling the water in his veins pull in that telltale way it does before it rains. Ifrit stood up, gently pulling Mountain’s hand to get him to stand as well.

“Well, I guess that’s my cue then. I’m not gonna be much use if it rains and besides, Zeph’s probably looking for me by now anyway.” Ifrit shrugged. “You know how stiff they get when the weather changes. A living heating pad’s job is never done” he chuckled, kissing both Dew and Mountain on the cheek before heading off towards the ghouls’ den. Dew smiled fondly at Ifrit’s receding figure and turned towards Mountain.

“Hey you.”

“Hey you,” Mountain replied, feeling some of the stress melt away from his bones already at the sight of the water ghoul’s smile, always so genuine and kind.

“I can see the begonias sprouted behind your ears, Mount. What were you thinking so deeply about?”

Mountain hesitated, torn between being honest with Dew about the events of the past couple days and simply enjoying this time with his Water ghoul. Was it selfish to want to just…be happy for a moment after the past couple weeks? He let out a chuff, choosing the latter and pulling Dew into his arms, wrapping the smaller ghoul into a warm embrace.

“Just thinking that I hope I didn’t forget anything on my list before this storm comes.” Mountain pet his hand over Dew’s head, letting the ghoul’s silky, silver hair run through his fingers like water from a stream.

Dew chirped, pushing his head up into Mountain’s hand, seeking more pressure from the Earth ghoul’s fingers. Mountain chuckled and scratched lightly at Dew’s scalp with his claws. His chest bloomed with warmth at the purr and soft headbutt he received in payment of his efforts. Dew wrapped his arms around Mountain’s middle, tipping his head up and resting his chin over Mountain’s sternum to look the larger ghoul in the eye. He reached up to pluck a red tulip that had popped up to join the begonias growing in Moutain’s auburn waves, bringing it up to his nose and peeking up at Mountain through his long, silver lashes.

Mountain flushed a slight green across his cheeks, his Earth magick showing his feelings towards Dew like an open book. He pressed Dew tighter to himself, a rumble kicking up deep in his chest.

“I love you, Bug.”

Dew pulled back slightly and tucked the tulip behind his ear, smiling, “I know.”

He peeked around Mountain at the rapidly approaching clouds darkening the sky and crowding out the sunset that had settled over the grounds.

“Are you coming in soon? The storm is gonna be here in a quick bit and well…I'm getting cold,” Dew squeaked out a quiet giggle and buried his face back into Mountain's chest as the wind picked up, whipping his silver hair around them.

Mountain looked over Dew's head at the fire beginning to flicker with the increase of wind. “I just have a couple bags of clippings and leaves left. I'll meet you back inside once I've gotten this taken care of. It shouldn't be too much longer.”

Dew trilled, reaching up on his tiptoes towards Mountain’s face. Mountain bent down towards him, allowing the smaller ghoul to touch their noses together softly. “I'll see you in a bit then. I'll tell Zeph and Aether to save you a plate of stew.”

Mountain waved his fingers as Dew flitted off back to the Abbey, feet barely touching the ground like the little fey he was. Once the Water ghoul was gone from view he sighed, pulling the collar of his coat up around his ears and turning back to the fire and the remaining bags of leaves, bracing against the wind.

***

An hour later, Mountain trudged through the doors of the ghouls’ den, heading down the hallway to his room. He was cold, bone-tired, all around just very fatigued with the events of the last few days. Passing the common area he could see that dinner had already been cleared away. Curled up on a couch in front of the wood-burning stove were Ifrit and Zephyr, wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs and tails. He arrived at his door and leaned his head against the door frame, taking a few deep breaths before turning the knob and stepping over the threshold.

Dew looked up from his spot on the massive bed, his book from Zephyr open in his lap. He chirped softly at the Earth giant shucking his muddy boots off and shrugging his heavy canvas coat from his shoulders.

“I saved you some food. It’s on your desk if you’re hungry,” Dew put his book aside and scooted over to sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed, watching the Earth ghoul peel off his layers.

Mountain pulled his shirt over his head, tossing the garment into the corner basket. He looked over to the desk at the tray of stew and a plate of fresh herbed bread, courtesy of Ifrit sweet-talking the Sisters in the Abbey pantry. The smell of the hearty, comforting meal filled his nose and made his mouth water.

“I’m famished, Bug, it smells delicious. I can’t wait to eat this, but I think a shower is in order first.”

Dew’s ears perked up at Mountain’s words, tail swishing behind him excitedly, “Do you want some company?”

Mountain smiled at the enthusiasm of the Water ghoul on the bed, “Sure, Droplet.”

Dew put his book to the side and hopped off the bed, padding towards the bathroom on the balls of his feet, bouncing with each step. The two stripped and stepped into the shower together. Mountain stood up to his full height under the stream of water stretching his arms behind his head, grateful yet again for shower heads that were actually tall enough for his, at least partially glamored, full frame. Whorls of steam filled the air and curled softly around the ceiling lights even though the water had only been running for a short time, courtesy of Dew’s water magick. The steam and heat wrapped itself around Mountain’s tired limbs, loosening his sore muscles and allowing his hunched and tired shoulders to drop, finally relieved of the tension from the day’s physical labor and emotional baggage. Eucalyptus and lavender mixed into the steam, filling the room with a delicious, aromatic fog. Dew wrapped his arms around Mountain’s middle embracing him, drawing a purr from the Earth giant as he felt Dew smiling into the small of his back. Dew relaxed into the taller ghoul, his own purr joining Mountain’s chest-deep rumble, a musical harmony of long-sought comfort and contentment.

Dew shifted around to Mountain’s front, peering up through the steam trying to find his face. He reached a hand up, beckoning to the taller ghoul. Mountain bent and lowered his head, allowing Dew to cup his cheek and brush back the wet tendrils of chestnut hair falling across his face and into his eyes. Mountain sighed and leaned into the cool touch, watching Dew’s large blue eyes track over his face as he ran his spindly fingers through Mountain’s wet tresses. It had been such a long few weeks, and he was so tired. He deserved this. He deserved to have this time to just…rest. To just…exist in this moment. To take pleasure in Dew’s simple touch.

Something snapped in Mountain’s mind and he sank slowly to the shower floor at Dew’s feet. He knelt, sitting back on his haunches in front of the smaller ghoul, water running down his chest in rivulets and pooling on the tile around his knees. He brought his hands up to rest on Dewdrop’s narrow hips, watching his fingers span the width of Dew’s waist, rubbing his thumbs across his hip bones. Lithe hands landed on Mountain’s shoulders and he shivered at the feather-light touch, lacing his fingers together at the small of Dew’s back and drawing the Water ghoul in closer to stand between his spread knees. Mountain leaned in and ran his nose up Dew’s sternum, breathing in and chuffing at the scent of petrichor and water lilies amplified by the shower steam. He kissed along Dew’s collarbones, sucking small marks into the milky skin below his lips. Mountain sat back and tightened his grip around Dew’s waist at the sight of the bruises blooming from his ministrations like delicate flowers floating on cream.

Mountain felt Dew’s hands cup his cheeks and guide his face gently upwards to face him. Dew peered into his eyes, aquamarine meeting forest green being quickly blown out and consumed with black. His brow furrowed as a concerned look clouded his fey-like face.

“...Mounty?” Dew murmured.

Mountain whined low in his throat, gently pulling the Water ghoul back into him. He wrapped his arms around Dew; one arm around his waist, the other roaming the space between Dew’s back and shoulder blades, feeling out the knobs in the smaller ghoul’s spine with the tips of his fingers. He brought his lips back to Dew’s chest, tasting him, laying reverent kisses and soft bites in a path that trailed from Dew’s pecs down to his stomach. He slowly made his way from Dew’s navel back up his body to his chest again, latching onto a pierced nipple and sucking gently, tugging on the bar lightly with his teeth.

He was allowed to have this. He was allowed to let go.

“Bug, please…” Mountain whispered into Dew’s skin, “Need you.”

Dew gasped, bringing his hands to Mountain’s horns. He held the Earth ghoul’s head softly to him as Mountain moved from Dew’s chest up to his neck. He whimpered, feeling Mountain’s tongue run lightly over his gills, feeling oh so small as Mountain held him delicately, tentatively, in his large callused hands waiting for granted consent.

“Take what you need, Rosebud.”

Mountain groaned, discarding caution and restraint. He surged forward, capturing Dew’s lips in a kiss. He brought a large hand up to cup Dew’s cheek, gently pressing on his jaw with a thumb to pry the Water ghoul’s jaw open before licking into Dew’s mouth, tongues dancing and teeth hitting together as Mountain deepened the kiss. Dew kissed him back hungrily, capturing Mountain’s lower lip between his own and sucking on it gently. Mountain moaned, sitting back on his knees and pulling Dew forward to straddle his thighs. He ran his hands up the smaller ghoul’s lithe legs, reaching behind him to cup the round little globes of Dew’s ass. Mountain groaned, kneading the soft flesh, his cock filling to stand against his stomach between them at the sigh that slipped from Dew against his lips.

Dew wrapped his arms around Mountain’s neck, tipping his head back as Mountain moved to nose at his scent gland behind his ear. He shivered as the Earth ghoul snaked his tongue out to lick at Dew’s skin in an attempt to taste the ever-increasing scent of water lilies and storms looming over the sea. Mountain’s hands moved from cupping Dew’s ass to gripping his hips and Dew moaned softly at the desire radiating from the Earth ghoul as the scent of balsam bloomed and wafted on the steam surrounding them. Mountain kept his head tucked into Dew’s neck kissing and licking at Dew’s scent gland, panting and whimpering as his claws flexed on Dew’s waist and he tried to keep his own hips from bucking up out of instinct underneath the Water ghoul.

Dew could feel hesitation hiding behind Mountain’s hunger. The gentle giant was always conscientious of his partners’ needs during sex, even if that meant forgoing his own. Right now, Dew could feel the conflicting desires in Mountain’s heart; the desire to please Dew and make him feel good, and the need for power, the want for control that they had all been lacking in their lives in the recent present.

“Rosebud,” Dew whimpered as he started rocking his pussy against Mountain’s cock kicking between them.

Mountain growled, his claws tightening on Dew’s hips trying to fight the urge to take control and move the Water ghoul around in his lap. Dew rolled his hips more insistently, rocking to slide Mountain’s dick through his folds, encouraging him. He could feel his cunt beginning to drip slick and he moaned softly as the head of the thick cock underneath him began nudging rhythmically at his clit.

“Feels so good, Mount,” Dew panted as he slotted his hips closer to Mountain’s, pressing their chests together and delighting in the wet slide of their bodies against each other.

“Uh–uhuh,” the Earth giant whined, his tail winding around Dew’s waist, pulling him down to put more pressure on his cock as they rocked their hips into each other. His shoulders began gradually relaxing as he started moving Dew’s hips back and forth across his thighs, taking control of the pace and rutting his cock more insistently against Dew’s cunt.

Dew gasped at the increased friction and movement against his pussy. Every so often the swollen head of Mountain’s dick would catch on his hole for just a moment before sliding up to rub against his clit again, lighting up Dew’s nerves. He leaned away, placing his hands on Mountain’s chest and rubbing his thumbs in small circles on the Earth ghoul’s nipples. Mountain’s hips bucked up at the sudden added stimulus, making Dew cry out as it nudged Mountain’s massive head into his entrance, pained pleasure zinging up his spine in surprise.

“Waitwaitwait,” Dew stammered out. He placed a hand on one of Mountain’s massive paws on his waist, scooching back a bit on the larger ghoul’s thighs.

Mountain whimpered at the sight of Dew retreating, misreading the Water ghoul’s intentions. His pants increased, panic invading his blown out eyes as he tightened his grip, trying to draw Dew back to him.

“Please, no…”

“Shhh, Bud, it’s okay. Just, can you touch me first?” Dew pressed a kiss to Mountain’s chest, sitting back and guiding Mountain’s hand to his cunt, his clit peeking through his glistening folds.

“Y–yeah, okay…”

Mountain brought his hand to Dew’s pussy, sliding a finger through the slick accumulating between his thighs, his cock kicking at Dew’s moans. Dew’s breaths came faster as Mountain began circling his clit with his forefinger, alternating between pulsing pressure on the bundle of nerves and moving down to collect more slick oozing from Dew’s entrance. He brought his lips back to Dew’s, sliding his tongue into the smaller ghoul’s mouth, drinking in Dew’s sighs as he slipped two fingers into Dew’s pussy and began rubbing his clit with his thumb. Mountain felt beads of precum weep from his cock trapped between them at the soft, warm sensation. He moaned into Dew’s mouth, feeling Dew’s cunt clenching around his fingers as he rocked his hand slowly in and out seeking that spot that he knew would make Dew see stars.

When he found the spot Mountain was rewarded with a shudder running up Dew’s spine. The smaller ghoul cried out and his body tensed as Mountain stroked that spot inside him in a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers. Dew’s hands flew up to Mountain’s shoulders, gripping tightly as he rocked his hips back and forth grinding and fucking himself on the Earth ghoul’s hand. He leaned away, allowing Mountain to support his weight with a hand on the small of his back. Mountain felt heat pooling in the pit of his stomach at the sight of the smaller ghoul in his lap. Dew’s eyebrows turned up, his eyes closed. His lips were open in a perfect O as soft sighs and moans escaped him. Mountain moved his hand with deeper, firmer thrusts into Dew’s cunt, earning a cry as Dew threw his head back, eyes rolling back. Mountain felt the soft walls around his fingers clench as slick gushed around his hand. Dew shook as his glamor dropped a little more and beautiful blue and yellow betta fins unfurled from his arms, tail, and back. Mountain’s eyes were ripped from Dew’s face at the sight of them waving gently in the mist of the shower, translucent and graceful as if they were floating underwater. Smaller fins appeared along his gills at his neck and back, fluttering as Dew trembled and gasped in Mountain’s arms. Mountain gathered Dew up against his chest, murmuring praises to him as he withdrew his fingers from Dew’s pussy. He moaned softly as he felt Dew’s walls clenching and trying to keep him close.

“So good for me, Droplet, thank you,” He whispered, laying kisses on Dew’s neck and across his shoulders.

As Dew’s gasps slowed his small hand reached between them and wrapped itself around Mountain’s cock. It kicked in Dew’s grasp as he spread the precum that had accumulated around the head with the pad of his thumb. Mountain let out a soft groan at the attention paid to his neglected dick, letting his forehead rest on Dew’s shoulder. Dew began slowly moving his hand up and down the larger ghoul’s length, slicking up the rest of Mountain’s girth. Mountain placed his hands under Dew’s arms, causing Dew to chirp in surprise as he lifted the Water ghoul up to support himself on his knees above the cock red and dripping below him. Mountain tucked his head under Dew’s chin, kissing and licking at his chest and whimpering at the feeling of Dew’s cum dripping from his pussy onto his cock kicking below the smaller ghoul’s body.

“Please, Bug,” Mountain moaned into Dew’s chest. He brought his lips up to Dew’s neck, nibbling and licking at the fins still fluttering around his gills, “Please…let me fuck you now, please let me have it. Need to feel you.”

Dew whined at the feeling of Mountain’s tongue probing and teasing his gills. He could feel slick gathering between his legs again at Mountain’s words. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Mountain’s forehead, gasping at the feeling of the Earth ghoul’s claws tightening around his waist. Slowly, he began lowering himself onto Mountain’s cock.

“You can have it, Rosebud. Ohh…” Dew gasped as he slowly seated himself, relishing in the feeling of Mountain filling him and stretching him in the way he had missed so much since they had arrived back at home.

Mountain pulled Dew down the rest of the way onto his dick, moaning and shaking as he bottomed out with Dew stretched open across his thighs. Still on his knees, he began to tentatively thrust up into Dew’s pussy, tail curling at the way Dew’s walls caressed his cock like a warm, velvet glove crafted just for him. They moved together, pressed against each other, with tongues dancing, hands caressing. Mountain gripped Dew’s hips, moving him up and down on his cock as Dew’s hands wove into his hair and gripped the chestnut waves tightly. He felt Dew tug lightly to pull his head back, bending down to lick into his mouth and nip at his lips, kissing him as if he was the only Water ghoul in the world capable of dying of thirst. Mountain whimpered against his lips. Dew felt so good, so tight around him, so wet…

“Making me feel so full,” Dew murmured against his lips.

“You feel amazing,” Mountain sighed, feeling Dew melt into his chest as he moved up and down on the Earth ghoul’s cock. Mountain floated on the feeling of togetherness, high on the feeling of being able to place his vulnerability in Dew for a while and just feel.

After a moment, a burning sensation interrupted Mountain’s bliss. He shifted, feeling a cramp forming in his thighs and glutes from kneeling for so long on the ground. He tried to adjust, not wanting to leave Dews lips, not wanting to break the spell floating in the midst of want and love. In an effort to get his feet underneath him he slipped in the water and suds on the tile, sending him tumbling to the floor and landing on his back. Dew squeaked out his surprise as he was suddenly unseated from Mountain’s cock and squished against the larger ghoul’s chest with Mountain attempting to cradle him and keep him on top as they flopped into a heap on the wet tile. The two stared at each other wide-eyed in surprise and Mountain’s stomach dropped. He looked at Dew, chewing on his lip and trying to hold back the tears gathering in his eyes at the sudden swing in the mood. He had finally allowed himself to relax enough to spend time with Dew like this again, and he had fucked it up…

He watched Dew’s face, holding his breath as the smaller ghoul began to laugh, a smile lighting up his face and reaching to the corners of his eyes. He giggled into Mountain’s chest, small body shaking and Mountain let out a sigh of relief, body relaxing as he joined Dew in a pile of laughter on the shower floor. Mountain gave the Water ghoul a kiss on the forehead, smiling lightly into Dew’s hair, wrapping an arm around him and shifting up off the ground to sit cross legged on the tile with Dew seated in his lap.

“Uh…sorry about that,” Mountain said sheepishly, ducking his head to hide the green blush spreading across his cheekbones.

Dew giggled, reaching up to brush Mountain’s hair away from his eyes. He stretched up and gave Mountain a soft peck on the lips, lightly running his tongue over the blushing ghoul's lower lip as he pulled away and smiled.

“Don’t apologize, Mounty, thank you for catching me instead of flattening me,” Dew chuckled as Mountain’s blush spread from his face down across his chest and collarbones at his words.

“D–do you want to keep going? I understand…if you wanna stop…” Mountain muttered. He dropped his gaze off to the side, chewing his lip at the thought that his clumsiness might have ruined the mood.

Dew looked down at Mountain's cock pressed between his hip and the Earth ghoul's stomach. It was still erect and swollen, still glistening from being buried inside him. He reached between them and ran his claws lightly up the underside of Mountain length, watching a shiver run up the larger ghoul’s spine at his gentle touch; his cock twitched and leaked a pearl of precum from the stimulation. Dew swirled the bead around the tip with his thumb. He reached back up and pressed his lips to Mountain’s in a soft but deep kiss, trying to project his reassurance into the space between them. He licked softly into Mountain’s mouth before pulling back and pressing their foreheads together.

“Yeah,” Dew breathed.

Mountain groaned, heat flaring in his stomach at the touch and the shift in Dew’s voice. He shifted Dew around to straddle his thighs again before gripping under the Water ghoul’s legs. Dew wrapped his legs around Mountain’s waist and buried his nose in Mountain’s scent gland as he stood up and shut the water to the shower off. Mountain stepped out of the shower, ignoring the puddles of water that gathered on the floor beneath his feet and instead threading a hand through Dew’s hair to pull his head back and crush their lips together as he moved from the bathroom towards his bed. Dew threw his arms around Mountain’s neck, he moaned as Mountain’s tail snaked around his waist, the spade tickling and teasing his cunt. The larger ghoul groaned at the feeling of Dew’s cunt dripping slick between them, beads of moisture coating the insides of Dew’s thighs and spreading across Mountain’s stomach. Even just with his legs wrapped around Mountain’s waist, he felt so warm and soft.

The anxiety and trepidation from earlier finally melted away. Mountain and Dew hadn’t truly been able to be together in weeks. He had been too busy trying to fulfill his duties and be everywhere at once with his self-assigned task of being the pack protector. Too stressed from trying to keep tabs on everyone and everything. Fuck duty. He deserved to have this. He was going to have this.

Mountain approached the bed and dropped Dew unceremoniously onto the covers. He stared down at the Water ghoul spread below him gazing up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, lower lip bitten and swollen. Dew reached up to toy with his nipples as Mountain watched him, chest heaving, hands clenching. His scent in the air changed and Dew’s eyes dilated as he registered the possessive want encroaching on Mountain’s need.

“Scooch up to the head of the bed,” Mountain growled.

Dew scrambled up to lay against the pillows, one under his hips, legs spread open. His hand came back to pluck at his nipple rings, the other coming down to dip into his cunt. Laid bare to the air, it sat open and puffy, still drooling slick. Mountain’s nostrils flared as Dew brought his fingers out of his pussy to circle around his clit, he could practically taste Dew’s slick in the air. Mountain climbed onto the bed and crawled towards Dew, a low rumble coming from his chest. His tail swayed behind him twitching, eyes blown wide, like a cat approaching its prey. Mountain brought his head low as he crawled closer to the smaller ghoul, licking and biting his way up Dew’s thighs. He made his way to Dew’s pussy, dipping his tongue into his hole, slurping up the copious amounts of slick, before running the flat of it up to his clit. Mountain took the sensitive flesh between his lips, moaning at Dew’s taste on his tongue as he suckled at Dew’s clit before moving towards his stomach. His cock twitched with each mewl and sigh produced by his teasing and ministrations.

Mountain made his way up Dew’s torso towards his face, capturing his lips in another hungry kiss as he crouched over him, covering the smaller ghoul’s body with his own. Supporting himself on his forearms, Mountain lowered his hips, teasing Dew’s entrance with the head of his cock before slowly pushing the head inside. Dew whimpered, holding his legs wide open in an effort to accommodate Mountain’s girth in this position. His breath came in soft whines as Mountain pushed and pulled, working himself into the Water ghoul’s cunt. He let out a low moan as he finally bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against Dew’s and his cock seated deep inside Dew’s body. Dew was so tight like this…

Mountain began to move, keening as he felt Dew’s walls clench around him. It had been too long, he didn’t know how long he was going to last like this. He felt Dew’s hands come to rest on his thighs, long spindly fingers reaching around to dig into the meat of Mountain’s ass and pull his hips forward to grind together as Mountain thrust forward with the sound of skin hitting skin and the wet squelch of his dick moving in and out of Dew’s soaking wet cunt. Their breaths mingled together, Dew’s punched out whines harmonizing with the sound of Mountain’s grunts and gasps as he moved above him.

“I missed you,” Dew whimpered, his body moving incrementally closer against the headboard with the force of Mountain’s thrusts. He wrapped his legs around Mountain’s waist, scrabbling at his back and trying desperately to bring them even closer together, to erase whatever distance remained between them.

“Missed you,” Mountain panted, hips picking up speed as he felt Dew’s thighs begin to tremble, clenching his sides, and his pussy tighten even more around him, “You feel so tight on my cock…need you–ahh, need to make you come with me.”

Dew whined, nodding. Mountain felt claws pricking his shoulders as Dew pulled himself up to plant kisses and bites across Mountain’s chest. He moaned, shuddering as he felt cool lips wrap around his nipple, hips stuttering as he felt the nick of a fang on the sensitive skin. He reached between them, pressing on Dew’s clit and rubbing quick, tight circles. He could feel his balls drawing up tight against his body, his thighs began trembling as he felt tight heat building in his gut, flaring as Dew began to flutter around him. The Water ghoul’s whines began pitching higher, turning into breathy, punched out moans as he clenched down on Mountain’s cock, gushing around him as he arched his back, pressing his body into Mountain, legs shaking.

Mountain pressed in deep, rocking against the smaller ghoul, working him through his orgasm and grinding against Dew’s pussy before coming deep inside him, quietly whining “Fuckfuckfuck–ahh…” into Dew’s neck as he slowly came down.

Mountain allowed himself to relax, the tight muscles in his back releasing as he slowly pulled out, wincing softly. He rolled onto his back, scooping Dew up to cuddle against his side, tucking the smaller ghoul’s head below his own on his shoulder. Dew snuggled in closer, throwing a leg across Mountain’s waist and reaching into the crook of Mountain’s neck to kiss and lick lazily at his scent gland, a quiet purr kicking up in his chest, a purr of deep contentment. Mountain rested his cheek on top of Dew’s head, breathing heavily and trying to slow his heart rate. He brought his hand up to run his fingers through Dew’s silky silver hair, now only a bit tangled from their tryst. He felt Dew stirring against him.

“I love you,” Dew whispered into his neck, his small frame shaking with slight tremors of aftershocks.

Mountain sighed, breathing a kiss into Dew’s hair, pulling the smaller ghoul into him and holding him close, arms wrapped around him protectively. Things were good, he and Dew were good.

“I know, Bug.” He whispered back.

Mountain laid back against the pillows, holding Dew against him and listening to the Water ghoul’s breathing as they just sat, comfortable in the silence and closeness between them. He felt Dew relax against him, slowly drifting off in the afterglow of their time together. He snuggled in closer to the Earth ghoul, laying on Mountain’s chest, with an arm and leg thrown across his body. Mountain shifted, feeling the stickiness on himself. Dew was going to be uncomfortable for sure when he woke, that simply wouldn’t do. Mountain quietly slipped out from underneath the smaller ghoul, supporting his weight as he settled Dew onto the bed, watching his eyes dance beneath his eyelids for a moment before padding silently to the bathroom. He washed himself off, cleaning off the drying slick and cum on his dick and thighs. He ran a washcloth under warm water and padded back towards Dew sleeping in the middle of his bed. He picked up Dew’s book that had been haphazardly tossed aside, closing it and placing it gently on the desk next to the forgotten tray of stew and bread, now cold. He eased himself back onto the bed, leaning over to gently shake Dew awake, pressing kisses to the soft skin of his shoulder. Dew exhaled, stretching slightly before blinking his eyes open, looking at Mountain with a crooked smile.

“Hey Droplet, wanna clean up real quick? Then we can keep snuggling,” Mountain murmured, holding up the washcloth.

Dew stretched his arms up above his head, tail curling into a tight spiral. He reached up towards Mountain, making little grabby hand motions, “Too tired…do it for me?” Dew asked, letting his aquamarine eyes get big and sticking out his lip in a little pout.

Mountain chuckled, rolling his eyes just a little as he drew Dew towards him, taking the washcloth and gently wiping him down. Once finished, he tossed the cloth towards the bathroom, slipping into bed under the covers and pulling Dew against him again, planting a soft kiss between the smaller ghoul’s mother-of-pearl horns. Dew shifted away from him, muttering something about being too hot. He rolled onto his front, still facing Mountain, his legs and tail still intertwined with the larger ghoul’s. Just because he was too warm didn't mean he didn't want to still be touching Mountain somehow. Mountain shifted onto his side to meet Dew face-to-face. He reached out and tucked a lock of Dew’s hair that had fallen over his horns back and out of his face, wanting to just get lost and swim in the vast oceans of his eyes.

Dew was quiet for a moment before whispering, “I really did miss you,”

Mountain swallowed, nodding, “I missed you too Droplet, I’m sorry,” He rolled back onto his back, looking up at the ceiling of his room, “It’s just…things have just been a lot lately.”

Dew chirped quietly in acknowledgement, reaching over to thread their fingers together, squeezing Mountain’s hand softly. He looked over at Mountain thoughtfully, “Omega seems like he’s also been going through a lot lately.”

Mountain looked over at the smaller ghoul, heart rate increasing slightly at Dew’s words. How much did he understand about what was going on? He squeezed Dew’s hand, “Yeah? What makes you say that, Bug?”

Dew dropped his eyes to their hands clasped together. He rubbed his thumb idly over Mountain’s knuckles, thinking.

“Well…when we went to visit him? I–I don’t know what I expected us to find…but it wasn’t that. He just seemed so…tired, and lonely. I know that we haven’t seen Papa since we got home, and neither has Meg, and I know you said that he didn’t handle it well. I just–I would be so sad if I couldn’t be around you the way that Meg can’t be around Papa right now,” Dew looked off to the side, eyes big and sad. He sniffled quietly, biting at his lower lip, and brought a hand up to wipe quickly at his nose.

Mountain let out a slight exhale, not realizing that he had been holding his breath waiting on Dew’s answer. His stomach twisted with a twinge of guilt, torn between wanting to comfort Dew in this moment, and relief that the smaller ghoul seemed to still be in the dark about his suspicions regarding the situation at hand. It’s not that he didn’t trust Dew with his thoughts, he just…wasn’t ready to share them just yet, he didn’t want to burden Dew with the weight of what he dreaded was the truth before he could definitively and decisively say that maybe Papa wasn’t alive anymore.

He reached out and cupped Dew’s face in his palm, “You’re right, Bug. Omega is going through a lot right now. But, he really seemed happy that we came to see him the other day. He brightened up a lot while you were talking with him and after you left to go bring us snacks,” Mountain shifted closer, pressing their foreheads softly together, “You did that, Droplet. And I promise you, me and Aeth are gonna figure out what’s been going on. I’m not going anywhere, you know that.”

Dew leaned into Mountain’s palm, covering Mountain’s hand with his own and twining their fingers together. He turned his head and pressed a kiss into the Earth ghoul’s palm, a purr vibrating from his small frame. He murmured something into Mountain’s hand, his voice small and muffled.

Mountain shifted closer, ears twitching as he tried to catch what Dew had said, “I can’t hear you, Droplet, I’m sorry.”

Dew peeked out from hiding in Mountain’s hand, a blue eye visible through their fingers, “I said, thank you.”

Mountain blinked, sprigs of Calamintha sprouting at the base of his horns as he flushed green across his cheeks, “I–what? No…why are you thanking me?”

Dew squeezed the hand on his cheek, sitting up slightly, “Because…you’re always taking care of us, Mount. Looking out for us, making sure that we’re together, the check-in notes?” Dew leaned over to place a soft, chaste kiss on Mountain’s lips, “I felt you get up and leave this morning to see how Aeth was doing after pulling his all-nighter in the Infirmary, and the sun wasn’t even up yet. You are the mortar that holds our pack together, Rosebud. I don’t know what we would do without you.”

Mountain sighed and pulled Dew into his chest, wrapping his arms around the smaller ghoul and holding him close, “You make it worth it, Bug. I would tear down mountains for you. For all of you.”

Dew snuggled into Mountain’s embrace, slotting his hips in close and wrapping his tail around Mountain’s thigh. He tucked his head onto Mountain’s chest, under his chin, and closed his eyes, purring softly as he began drifting off to sleep again. Mountain settled under the covers, curling around Dew and relaxing as he allowed sleep to take him as well.

The storm that Mountain had been trying to beat earlier raged outside the window, shaking the glass panes with wind and smatterings of freezing rain. The two ghouls in the bed slept through it all, spent and sleeping deeply, taking comfort in each other’s presence. Outside the window, a dark hooded figure lurked, watching them. The figure shifted, a large yellow eye peeking from beneath the hood, glowing in the night. It growled softly, before slinking off back into the shadows, disappearing without a trace.

***

Aether tossed and turned, the sheets tangled around his legs. His tail swished restlessly as he tried to get comfortable. His eyes shifted beneath his lids, his face scrunched and brow furrowed, lost in the dream he was having. A clap of thunder outside the window woke him with a start, sending him bolting upright, chest heaving. He looked around the room, trying to place his surroundings as he came back to himself. His eyes slid over to the corner, widening as he took in the two figures lurking in the darkness. Aether sat up, drawing the sheet around himself as the smaller of the two figures moved, nearing his bed. Terzo looked at him, his infernal eye glinting in the dark as he approached and sat down on Aether’s bed.

Aether sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “Papa, it’s the middle of the night. Why are you here?”

Terzo looked over his shoulder, reaching out a hand to the figure still standing in the corner. The figure approached, and Aether’s breath caught in his throat as Omega took Terzo’s hand, standing next to the Anti-Pope alongside Aether’s bed. Aether looked between the two, trying not to believe what he was seeing in front of him. He had just tried to see Omega earlier that day. He was going to see him in the morning. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t real.

“Aether,” a deep voice echoed in his head.

Aether looked up at the Quintessence ghoul standing before him. Omega’s eyes glowed purple in the darkness, galaxies and the expanses of space dancing beneath his skin. Aether watched his hand reach up to rub at his neck, where deep gashes marred the junctions of his neck and shoulder.

“...How?” Aether asked, reaching out to try and touch the wounds.

Omega caught Aether’s hand before he could, gently lowering it with a sad smile, “It does not matter. There is nothing we can do about it now, unfortunately.”

Aether’s eyes filled with tears as the truth, the gravity of the situation, hung in the air between the three of them. He was too late, he had lost his Papa, and now he had lost his mentor as well, “Meg…I–I am so sorry. I…I was too late, wasn’t I?”

Omega left Terzo’s side, sitting on the bed in front of the younger Quint, reaching up to squeeze his shoulder, “Do not fret. I was wasting away, alone in that room. What kind of a life was that?” Omega looked back at his mate sitting behind him, a soft expression in his eyes, “Please believe me when I say that I am no longer suffering. Now, we are together again.”

Terzo rose from his place, coming to stand next to Omega, placing a hand on Omega’s cheeks and reaching down to place a kiss between his horns. He looked back towards Aether, his face finally showing peace for the first time since he had started appearing to him weeks ago. Omega looked up at Terzo, affection sparkling in his eyes before turning his attention back to Aether as well.

“We are free, but you are not. Not yet. There is something coming, and you need to be ready for it,” Omega paused, looking out Aether’s window at the storm raging outside, “You need to protect the others.”

Aether followed his gaze, but failed to see what Omega was looking for. He looked back at his mentor, who was now standing hand in hand with Terzo as they backed towards the door, “Wait! Please don’t leave yet…I still need you.”

Omega sighed, looking down at the younger Quint with a fatherly affection, “Aether, you are more than I could have ever hoped for you, and I am so proud of you,” They moved closer to the door, “But now, you need to wake up. Protect the pack.”

“Wait, hold on, what does that mean? I am awake.”

“Do not waste time, go NOW.”

Aether jolted up in bed, gasping for air, sweat dripping from his brow. He looked frantically around his bedroom, looking for the figures of his mentor and his Papa, but found nobody. A boom of thunder followed a flash of lighting, lighting up the room and shaking the old glass windows. Outside the door, a crash accompanied by a terrified scream rang down the hallways, and Aether’s blood ran cold.

#mac writes #ghost fan fiction #strong for somebody else #mountain ghoul #dewdrop #ifrit ghoul #aether ghoul #transmasc dew

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grimalkinmessor · 7 months

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HOLD UP I'm reversing my stance because actually actually actually L having Hanahaki would be uniquely interesting especially in the context of falling in love with someone who already wants him dead 👀 L has limited options if he wants to win live.

1. Again, get it removed. He wouldn't do so until he'd proved Light as Kira, because (if we're going the removing flowers removes memories route) he'd see it as too big of a gamble. He'd wait and pray that he solved the case before the flowers killed him.

There's also the option of L locking Light up somewhere until he recovers from the removal enough to review all of in-love-L's notes and footage on him, but this runs the very high risk of L just falling right back in love with him all over again. No bueno.

2. Make Light fall in love with him. THIS is a unique option simply because L would need to do so in a manner that never displays weakness—no soft conversations for him, no earnest heart-felt wooing. L could confess to Light, but that brings on a whole string of other problems. Light would be delighted by the turn of events, would likely (again assuming that we're going the 'Hanahaki has an emotional/psychological component in how it progresses' route) immediately start acting as if he were also in love with L so as to 'save' him, while also knowing that L would know he was pretending and thus it would not work. There's also the chance that Light would use Misa as an excuse to outright reject him without seeming cold, therefore hastening the disease's progression so that L dies faster. So, those avenues closed to L, he'd have to get creative.

(I do not believe L would ever die quietly in this scenario. It's not happening. He wants to live and he wants to win.)

Forcing Light to fall in love with him through underhanded tactics is going to be his best bet. L would pull out every mental trick in the book to get Light to start seeing him as less of a threat and more of an Option™—Pavlov's dogs would shudder in fear at the shit L would pull. And if L takes this route, he also has to figure out what the fuck he's gonna do with Light after he's cured himself, because again, if it's a psychological component he can't just lock Light up somewhere or he risks the flowers coming right back. It'd be an interesting time for everyone involved :D

The complications of Light realizing what L's doing or even why he's doing it would also be fun. Light wouldn't go quietly into that loving good night if he figured out that L was basically baiting him into falling in love with him, especially not if he realized that L was doing it to save his own skin. He'd find some way to manipulate it in his favor—maybe even by trying to sway L to his side? Would L be tempted to join Kira if the option was there, when his life was on the line and hemmed in from multiple angles? Or even just pretend to join Kira and sabotage him on the side, cuddling up next to him while sending off messages to Anti-Kira groups. Something to think about 💕

Oh, and the flowers L could be afflicted with are endless. Red roses, blue roses, spider lilies, fire lilies, cowslips, aspens, asphodels, begonias, black-eyed susans, coltsfoot, diphylleia, hollyhock, lavender, hydrangeas—I could go ON.

#death note #lawlight #hanahaki #l lawliet #grim rants

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lucajc · 1 month

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My take on the "infection" au, basically back to the original zombie apocalypse vibe uwu I'm not a fan of the creepy infection stuff its a little much but I saw an artist making angsty trolls next gen stuff and I wanted to do somethings similar ^^

The first character is a broppy child.

Basically the idea is the bergens get sick and star eating trolls again and act liked zombies, they are completely mindless. Broppy have an egg and it hatches and Bridget doesn't come to the shower so they go to see her and realise she sick, Poppy is the first victim ^^

After losing Poppy Branch as the king (through marriage) gets all the trolls into the bunker and they live there for years. The broppy child is called Begonia, begonias are a flower that mean warming and danger is coming heh but they also mean good communication which is something very important to broppy since poppy sucks at communication in the second movie ans then its branch in the third movie. They both learn and over come it so I believe the name suit their kid for this au well.

After years of living in the bunker begonia gets tired of it and when she turns 14 she snaps at branch who never talks about poppy or the outside ans she sneaks out. Alarms go off and branch goes to find her, he get to her just as she's about to get eaten. History repeats ans Branch saves her at the coast of his own life. Just like his grandma rip ^^

Begonia escapes back to the bunker and has to step up as queen now, unprepared Creek helps her. Creek is good and has actually been helpful, he put his differences aside with Branch and helped him a lot now he helps Begonia.

Somewhere else in mount rageon floyd is living in the sewers with the few trolls who also lived there. Only trolls don't get infected because of their magic ( they seem to have some special magical abilities when they sing no other creatures posses) some of the mount rageons get infected and those that don't flee to the sewers with the trolls because they are in the big city there underground would be the sewers. Some mount rageons notice the trolls are completely unaffected and ask if they can run COMPLETELY human experiments and with the consent they work together to try and come up with a cure.

Floyd also became popular after the scandal with v and v and thats why he returned to mount rageon to finally succeed in his solo career but it was short lived.

Floyd is now a sewer troll and Creek and Begonia are Bunker trolls ^_^

Begonia if she wasn't grey and all the important details uwu

Also creeks hair drooped because he's saaaaad this is something I've noticed in the first movie ? Or it might have been tbgo series, I remember it was am old detail i loved

#fanart #trolls #trolls band together fanart #lgbtq #trolls band together #trolls fanart #creek trolls #creek x floyd #floyd trolls #broppy #angst #broppy child

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hyacinthoideshispanica · 6 months

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Elucien tattoo artist au

Lucien is a tattoo artist, and one day, Elain quietly walks into his shop and shyly asks about getting a small tattoo.

They have a consultation, and by the end of it, Lucien is absolutely smitten.

The day of the appointment arrives, and Elain does much better than she expected and ends up walking out with a small rose on her right hip.

That night, she shows her fiance, and to her shock, he demands they end their engagement immediately. Graysen sees tattoos as something vulgar and hates the idea of Elain letting a male tattoo artist see a more intimate area of her body. He tells her the only way he'll take her back is if she gets the tattoo removed.

When Elain tells her sisters about the whole thing, Nesta asks her if she's made a tattoo removal appointment yet and confused, Elain asks her what she means. Nesta shrugs and says that Elain is always bending over backward to make Graysen happy, even at the cost of her own happiness. Elain realizes Nesta is right, and instead of booking a tattoo removal, she books another appointment with Lucien.

Lucien has been praying that Elain would come back in and is overjoyed when she does, but he also notices that she seems different, less cheerful.

During the consultation, Lucien asks if there's anything wrong, and Elain tells him everything. Hating Graysen, but also not wanting her to regret anything, Lucien asks Elain if she's 100% certain she wants more tattoos. Elain is adamant that she does. She thinks Lucien's work is beautiful and would have gotten more eventually, the satisfaction of flaunting her autonomy before her ex is just an added bonus.

Elain ends up deciding on more flowers, and it ends up being a huge piece that takes months. With each session, Elain and Lucien talk and get more comfortable with each other. Lucien is fairly certain he's falling in love, and Elain is pretty sure she has a crush.

After countless hours and months of work, they're finally done, and Elain has spindly roots along her thigh that grow into flourishing and vibrant bunches of roses, begonias, and irises climbing up her hip, over her ribcage and curving over the back of her shoulder and ending on her collarbone.

Elain is ecstatic with it and won't stop thanking Lucien for giving her an everblooming garden. Lucien says that's his best work, and he will never be able to surpass it.

Elain promises to come back for something else, and Lucien promises himself that the next time he sees her, he's asking her out because he's pretty sure she likes him back. However, weeks and then months go by, and Elain still hasn't been back. Lucien convinces himself that Elain doesn't like him and it was all in his head, but then they happen to run into each other a random day and start talking. Lucien, trying to be casual, makes a comment about how she hasn't been at the shop, and Elain says something about trying to give him space since he was probably sick of her.

"Why would you think that?"

"Well, you saw me regularly for months, I just thought you'd want a break from me for a bit."

"Elain, I could see you every single day for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn't be enough."

They end up dating, and on their one year anniversary, Lucien gives her another tattoo, a beautiful fawn on her back left shoulder.

Then, after they get engaged, Elain gets a fox over her heart.

Ideas for Lucien's tattoos: a fox on his back left shoulder, a fawn over his heart, a jasmine and dripping honey/honeycomb design on his bicep, a sun on his neck, a small "Band of Exiles" on his inner arm.

As always, consider this prompt up for grabs.

#acotar #elain archeron #elucien #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #acotar au #fic prompt

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magicalrocketships · 9 months

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Doing a little digital spring cleaning tonight and I found the beginning of a Harry/Louis fic I swear I've never seen before in my life but I absolutely wrote, so it's definitely time to share. A shameless rip-off of the plot of Jilly Cooper's The Man Who Made Husbands Jealous, which is an entire novel about a hot dude being paid by women with cheating husbands to make them jealous and stop cheating. Except in this one, Louis's masterminding the whole thing. Probably. I don't actually remember writing it.

The Man Who Made Husbands Jealous (would have been Harry/Louis in the end, if I'd ever written more than... this).

"We're broke," Louis says flatly, dropping down onto the sofa next to Harry and showing him his bank statement.

"We're not," Harry says, putting down his iPad. He's been playing online bingo again, which occasionally brings in enough money to cover going to Sainsbury's and putting stuff in the cupboards. He glances at the bank statement. "Are we?"

"Broke," Louis says, and he puts his feet in Harry's lap. "We've got ten days to have enough money in my account before the rent goes out. Any ideas?"

"None," Harry says.

Time was, they could have tapped Harry's parents for a loan, but there had been a small misunderstanding and for now, that was off the table. It was no use trying to get money out of Louis's mum; she hadn't got it and Louis wouldn't ask if she did. He was utterly devoted to her and wouldn't take a penny. "What happened to that TV work that Ben was talking about?"

"Still happening, I think. Just not right now. Not in the next ten days."

"Do you remember when we didn't care about this stuff, and we just partied and spent what we wanted?"

"You're still like that," Louis pokes him in the thigh with his toes. "Since when has an overdraft stopped you going out?" He dropped a crumpled envelope in Harry's lap. "That came for you, by the way."

"This crumpled?" Harry asks mildly.

"It may have had a small fight with the letterbox," Louis says, since the return address says R. Maddox, and Louis has always hated Ruby, right from the moment they'd met and she'd made an immediate play for Harry, right under her husband's nose.

"Invitation to a party on Saturday," Harry says, tossing it towards Louis. "Do you want to come?"

"Pretty certain it won't say my name on that invite."

"It doesn't. I'll sweet-talk you in. There's probably going to be a free bar, her husband's loaded."

"Won't say no to that," Louis says, and that's that.

~*~

The flat Louis and Harry lived in was a cramped, tiny attic space in Kentish Town, only cheap enough for them to live in because the landlady's mum lived downstairs and bullied her daughter into not putting up the rent because Harry was so charming and would spend ages with her in the kitchen, drinking tea and flirting. Louis she had no time for, but that was mostly because the first time she'd met him, he'd been so drunk he couldn't see straight, and he'd fallen over her bin and vomited in the begonias.

It was also close enough to Primrose Hill that they could lie when asked where they lived, and frankly that was helpful when it came to explaining why they were worth knowing at parties. They had, at one point, been on the cusp of hosting these parties themselves. They'd failed to win X Factor a few years ago, and been promised a record contract anyway. They'd done the cycle of parties, the five of them that had had a band together back then, but had never truly broken past the outside perimeter. The others had faded out of London after a time, leaving Harry and Louis to continue sharing a flat and jumping from job to job.

When Harry got up on Sunday, naked underneath his dressing gown, Louis was sitting at the little table in the kitchen with his laptop.

"Have you been to bed?" Harry asks, putting the kettle on.

"For a bit," Louis says. "I've found us a way to make money."

"It's too early for money," Harry says, which is his usual approach. He'd grown up having it, so he's never tempered his lifestyle to reflect the fact that right now, they don't have it.

"Never," Louis says. "So I got talking to Ruby Maddox last night."

"You hate each other."

"We were drunk. She credits you with saving her marriage, you know."

"She slept with me while her husband was in Paris. Funny way of saving her marriage."

"Made him so jealous he stopped screwing his PR girl," Louis says. "How'd you fancy doing it again?"

"Sleeping with Ruby Maddox?" Harry looks perplexed. "Could do, I suppose."

"No," Louis says. "Her friend Georgina Meadows."

"Could I sleep with Georgina Meadows?"

"Actively not sleep with Georgina Meadows," Louis says. "Her husband's left her for his PA."

"Do I know Georgina Meadows?"

"Not yet. But you will."

"I need a cup of coffee," Harry says. "And then another one."

~*~

They take Louis's beaten-up old Golf to meet Georgina Meadows that afternoon. It barely scraped through its last MOT, so come the next one, unless money comes from somewhere, they'll be car-less again.

"Who is she?" Harry asks. "Why am I meeting her?"

"She's going to pay you to flirt with her to make her husband jealous," Louis explains. "And let me do the business side of things, you'll go in easy because she's crying or something, and she's loaded and we're broke.”

“All right,” Harry says. “Let’s do it.”

#fic that i wrote #well apparently #i don't actually remember #harry/louis 1d fic #i wonder if I actually had plans for this #or if I was just taking it out for a little ride to see where it went

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secretwonderlandtimetravel · 2 months

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New Cookie Run Oc :D

Weeping Begonia Cookie

Relationship Charts (She doesn't know that many Cookies):

Back Story/Lore:

White Begonia Cookie, sister of White Lily Cookie, was concerned because she hasn't seen her sister in a year after the Dark Flour War ended. So, she sent her a note saying,

My Dear Sister White Lily Cookie...

Please come and meet me in the forest we always go to after your long days of research.

P.S. From your loving sister, White Begonia Cookie ~♡

After sending her the letter, she followed the path to the forest her and her sister met every day they could. Now that she was in the forest she needed to look for her sister.

"Hm... There is a usual amount of toxic flowers in here..."

White Begonia Cookie said, noting the sudden increase of toxic flowers. Other then that, she wasn't very successful in her search and was now on the verge of having a panic attack. She eventually ended up in front of a pond, water lilies floating ontop of it. Suddenly a voice called her name, but it was one that she have never heard of before.

"So... White Begonia Cookie, is it-? I know you, you're my sister-!"

They said, White Begonia Cookie turning around to meet her face

"You're... You're not my sister. My sister's name is White Lily Cookie and-"

"Oh no need to continue."

They cut her off.

"I'm your sister, White Lily Cookie. But now I'm rebaked into something better, something stronger... I am Dark Enchantress Cookie-!"

She cheered, but White Begonia Cookie just wasn't getting the message.

"H- How do I know that you're telling me the truth-? Show me proof..."

"Ah yes, proof..."

Dark Enchantress sighed, pulling out a crooked and cursed soul jam that somehow shaped itself into what seems to be White Lily's soul jam... That soul jam alone shook White Begonia to the core.

"T- that's my sister's... So you're really her-? What have you been doing for all that time you've been gone...?"

"Heh heh heh..."

She chuckled, giving her sister a uncomfortable aurora.

"I plan to take the soul jams of the mighty ancients heroes, gain their power... And rule over Earthbread-!"

She said proudly in a loud voice, holding her fist up in the air. Her statement leaving White Begonia shocked.

"That's... horrible, White Lily Cookie. You would never do such a thing, would you-?!"

The other Cookie whined, not on board with the plan at all. Then for the next couple of minutes the sisters bickered and back at forth with each other. White Begonia holding up an argument that Earthbread should not be ruled with such bad intentions, while Dark Enchantress thought otherwise. Eventually Dark Enchantress sighed, fed up with how whiny her sister sounded.

"Arg-! If you side with me I have no other choice but to do it my way...!"

She shouted, clearly annoyed. And with just one tap of her staff on the ground she casted a curse on her sister White Begonia Cookie...

"Wait, White Lily Cookie...! Pleas-"

She cried, swimming towards her to get out but was cut off by the sudden strength of the roots preventing her from leaving. Suddenly, tears flowed out of her eyes and they seemed to be endless...

"White Lily, what type of spell have you-"

"Ha Ha-! You want to know sis?~ Well... you shall be stuck in this pond for all eternity and weep for the rest of your life-! No one, and I mean no one, will ever know that you're here. So you'll be stuck in a pond with no one to accompany you... No one-! Hah hahaha...!"

She laughed cruelly, watching as White Begonia weeped and sobbed.

"Wait no- Please-!..."

She begged, trying her hardest to escape but no matter how hard she tried the roots wouldn't let her. Dark Enchantress Cookie watched it all go down, turning around and leaving with her staff in hand as her sister continued to whine and beg.

"Wait please come back-! We can talk this out, just please!- Cooperate with me and-"

She cried, pulling out the grass and scratching the ground desperate for a way out... Now she was stuck, watching as 'White Lily Cookie' faded away and leaving her to suffer.

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~◇-•○•-◇~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

Weeping Begonia Cookie, resting in the middle of her pond... Endlessly sobbing into her gloved hands with no one there to comfort her as she cannot leave from this horrible life. She is forever rooted to the bottom of the pond as she watches water lilies float by and all around her. If she were granted a wish and just one, it would be to see her sister once more, White Lily Cookie...

Extra info:

Uses She/Her/Hers pronouns

She is the younger sister of White Lily Cookie

Has and always will refer to her sister as White Lily Cookie

Her original name was White Begonia Cookie that was later changed to Weeping Begonia Cookie because of a curse

Isn't really considered a ancient but holds the power of one (She doesn't have a soul jam.)

Very timid of other Cookies but can easily warm up to them just because they give her some type of comfort

Has been cursed for a thousand years now...

Mini Bonus Comic :3 -

#art #digital art #cr kingdom #cookie run #crk oc #crk ocs #white lily cookie #weeping begonia cookie #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #golden cheese cookie #hollyberry cookie #is it just me or do I always get my inspiration from c. ai /hj #dark enchantress cookie

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lifewithchronicpain · 10 months

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I did it, I got my new flowers planted!

For the first time I actually have a before:

And now the after:

Two impatien plants on the sides and white begonias in the front and back. I accidentally dug up some of my crocus bulbs, oops. That's why there's such a space between the kitty gravestone and the front begonias.

My kitty Bella isn't buried in the garden, she's buried just outside it between the garden and bird bath. You can see my whole bird feeder and bath setup in the last picture. I made sure to put fresh water and feed in place. Also, my childhood cat Teddy is buried next to her. So yeah that corner is very special to me.

I want to try to take some of the forsythia above and weave it into the chain link fence above the retaining wall. I want to try and get the forsythia to fall in a blanket across the wall and cover that ugly hole.

Bonus pic, my pot plants are doing nice and spending the day in the wind to build up those stems:

#garden #gardening #bella's garden #hobbies #spoonies #spoonie living #marijuana plants #legal marijuana #medical marijuana

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LOVE YOUR HEADCANONS SO MUCH YOU ARE SO RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF THEM. very curious, what do you think each of their favorite flowers are? thank you, have a nice day 👍

if there’s one thing i like more than talking for hours on end only semi-comprehensibly, it’s being right about the bullshit i'm talking about! so thank you!! i did no research for this whatsoever! i’ve never actually thought about this before, so i just thought about basic flowers i knew, checked my animal crossing shit, and this is what we have now!

lupin: insists it’s some grandiose shit like some highly symbolic rare orchid or chocolate cosmos but really he just likes forget-me-nots. they’re cute, and he usually favors such intense colors that their soft blue is really eye catching just by NOT being eye catching, if that makes sense. that said he’s kind of a sap about flowers in general. knows flower language and shit, but men rarely receive flowers, so when he gets them he doesn’t give a shit what they are, he’s just happy to have them. the meaning could be “i’m going to fucking kill you” and he’d be like “oh wow, what a lovely shade of yellow!! jigen clear off the windowsill by the counter these need a special sunny spot”

jigen: not a flower per se but i think people put it in bouquets so. rex begonias (disclaimer i did have to do a little research here because i could not for the life of me understand why the fucked up leaves weren’t popping up for me when i was JUST searching for begonias) because these things look prickly and even scary at a glance but when put next to the right stuff they just enhance the whole ordeal. plus he likes unconventional shit. symbolic cough

fujiko: tells people its roses to seem uncomplicated, really prefers dahlias. the poof is nice. honestly, she probably is sick of roses by this point in her life, and any other type of flower seems sweeter and more genuine, and honestly, just better to smell and look at. roses have so much associated with them, both in general romance and not to mention the whole different colors mean different things and she hates having to overthink receiving a pretty gift. so just… do anything else! but really, if you really wanted to make her smile, some fluffy pink dahlias would do the trick

goemon: if you asked, i don’t think he’d say he didn’t have an opinion, but he’d really have to think about it, and almost struggles trying to find an answer because he’s WAY overthinking this. i think he likes lilies. you know? he seems like a lily guy. specifically water lilies, just kinda floating along the river. they’re pretty! and despite what he says about the sanctity of training or whatever, it’s nice to have something pretty to look at, just slowly swaying against the water.

zenigata: honeysuckles :) the color sticks out, and it’s such an easy but memorable name that he can actually REMEMBER what they’re called. maybe some of them like. grew by his house when he was a kid or something. some personal attachment. cuz you know you can sip the nectar out of those and honestly it’s NOT bad honestly. it’s not something he’s constantly thinking about, or even thinks about every month. but when he passes some hes like oh! honeysuckles! that’s nice

#i love favorite x shit because it could be multiple answers like. whats their actual fav? what do they SAY is their fav?#what WOULD be their fav if they knew about it? what do people THINK is their fav SEE WHAT I MEAN?#lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata #asks

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httpscomexe · 6 months

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Obligated Warmth (Pt. 1?)

Summary: A simple flower girl takes a liking to someone wanting to buy flowers, for no reason at all, then finds out the hard way that there's people who are much more deranged than her ex.

Parings: James (Bucky) Barnes x Reader (Mentions of Y/N, and E/C)

Warnings: Self hate, implied stress, implied anxiety, pet names (sweetie, kitten, sugar plum), age gap, kidnapping, non-con touching (From ex), non-con touching (From kidnapper), choking, implied threat, cursing, use of God's name in vain, implied non-con (From ex), implied non-con (From kidnapper). No smut.

Word Count: 2735

Part 2

(Honestly, the more Bucky, the better)

“You have a nice day sir, I hope your wife loves these flowers, they’re a great choice.” I put on the friendliest smile I could. Having a long day at work after a long phone call last night with my ex, things start to get pretty stressful. Even a simple flower girl has hard days.

“You too ma’am, thank you so much for these, er.. What’re they called again?”

“They’re oleanders.” I chuckle a little, my hands gripping onto the edge of the counter as I try to keep myself together for the next hour.

“Ah yes, oleanders. Beautiful.” The young man looks down at me. First thing he told me was how he never wears his wedding ring when he’s in public, he claims he doesn’t want to lose it but he quickly confessed he found younger girls like me attractive. “They’re almost as beautiful and sweet smelling as you darling…” Sicko… “I wonder if you’d maybe even taste sweeter…?” The smirk this asshole gives me makes me clench my fists, taming my knuckles into my pockets before they grow their own mind.

“Well they’re highly toxic.” I smile happily. “Even smelling them after burning them it’s toxic, but be my guest. Let me know how they taste.”

“I’ll just be leaving now.” He quickly grabs the bouquet of flowers and leaves the shop, as my eyes follow him, they meet with my bosses eyes.

“Well that was rude.” She smiles widely and laughs open heartedly.

“Me or him?” I laugh along with her as we both begin to clean up a little. My eyes basically roll to the back of my head when another person walks in. The only people who walked in this late at night were the ones picking girls up from the club.

“Hey, welcome to-” I pause.

Who is he?

I’ve never seen him before…

“Welcome to Wanda's florals.” My best friend, the boss, finished my sentence for me. “Are you looking for anything specific?”

“No, not anything specific.” He made his way to the counter, his bright blue eyes focused on Wanda. He hasn’t even noticed I’m here yet… “But I am looking for something sort of… unique?”

Before Wanda could speak again, I finally found my head.

“Is it for any specific occasion?” My bright welcoming voice filled the empty shop and his eyes finally met mine.

He looked like he was sculpted by a God. His face structure was chiseled perfectly. He was wearing a deep red long sleeved shirt with 4 buttons on the top, only the bottom button was closed so you could see he was wearing a black shirt under. Even with two shirts on you could see he was just pure beef. Build perfectly. Then my eyes trailed down a little to meet his tight black jeans, perfectly circling his thighs and every other part of him. Then my eyes quickly went back up to his sculpted face. Ending the art piece with electric blue eyes, they were as if Zeus himself threw lightning into them with the way his eyes glowed.

“Nothing too specific either.” He chuckles. “But I am looking for something with like two different colours. Maybe you could show me your favourite flower? It’s just something so the house will look nice.”

“Will it be in a vase or?”

“I have a red vase. I was also hoping for two different flowers, not just one.” He pauses. “For looks I guess, make it stick out more.” He smiles as I step out from behind the desk.

“Well my personal favourite are these.” I walk behind him to a small pot of begonias. “The apricot and scarlet ones are my favourite.” I grab a small pot of the begonias and show it to him. They were flowers that could easily set in the centre of someone's palm. They were apricot coloured but each individual petal was outlined in a scarlet red.

“These are your favourite flowers?” He grins down at me, sending some sort of wave of butterflies through my stomach.

“Well I personally love sunflowers the most.” I shrug. “But we’re currently sold out unfortunately.” He reaches forward and gently takes the flower pot from my hands.

“Well I guess beautiful knows beautiful doesn’t it?” Butterflies… Even other dudes who came in today and flirted with me, even in a friendly way, hadn't had this effect on me.

“Thank you…” I giggle a little, my face turning embarrassingly red.

“Well of course.” I couldn’t help but look up into his eyes, but I could still see his lips. I noticed the way his lips moved. I felt weird making out how rosy and perfectly plump his lips were.

“Do you like the bigger sunflowers or the smaller ones?”

“The bigger ones. Not sure why, I just do. They’re called titan sunflowers.” I shrug a little and my hands awkwardly snake into my back pockets.

“You know. A sunflower is supposed to symbolise positivity and goodluck.” I tilt my head slightly and smile softly.

“Really?” He nods. Only then does a single strand of hair fail from the bun he has his hair in. A loose bun holding up all of his long black hair. Another wave of butterflies ran through my stomach. “I didn’t know that.” I knew colours had symbolism, but I didn’t know plants did.

“But these flowers.” He holds up the little pot of begonias. “They should be perfect for my house. I actually have some other flowers I think would go perfectly with these.”

“Oh? What flowers?” I start to slowly and progressively walk towards the counter for him to pay.

“I don’t know the name of them, but they’re yellow.” He grins softly as he follows me to the counter, taking his wallet out and leaving $50 on the counter before turning away. “You two girls have a great night.” He walks towards the exit.

“Oh sir it’s only-” Wanda pauses as the bell to the door chimes and we see him walking out. “$16… not 50.” She finishes quietly then snaps her head to look at me. “Now where did that confidence come from huh?”

Fuck it’s been a long day. Apparently the man I made a joke to about the oleanders didn’t appreciate my joke. He quickly reported it to Wanda and Wanda was forced to suspend me from working for a week.

So the past three days, I’ve been stuck at home with nothing to do, so I decided it would be better to at least waste my time at the bar, get a bunch of drinks, and hate myself more than I already did.

“Well aren’t you just a beauty?”

“Go away.” I mumbled with my head down on the counter, a glass of whiskey in my hand as my forehead rested on both of my forearms.

Usually the men I would ask to leave me alone would actually leave me alone. They’d curse at me whether it's out loud or under their breath, then they’d walk away and forget I existed, but this one guy's voice was persistent.

“Oh don’t be like that sugar plum…” He chuckles a little as he sits next to me at the bar and I sit up when I feel his hand grope my ass.

“Don’t touch me.” I snap. My eyes meet his quickly, but almost immediately start dozing off again, the alcohol in my system doing nothing for me when it comes to rejecting men at the bar.

“Or what baby? Are you gonna do something about it?” His mocking tone makes me want to punch him in the throat, but instead I finish my glass then leave the bar, quickly making my way to lock myself in my car.

Shit.

I can’t drive like this, and even if I could… I brought my motorcycle. I can’t even lock myself in to stay away from these dudes out here.

“Come on sugar! Just stop pushing me away and you can feel so damned good…” He mumbles through half his sentence and I gasp when I feel someone's arms wrap around my waist quickly and something wet touching my neck.

I quickly reach up to try prying the hands off of my waist, but they only turn me around and slam me back against a black truck.

“Just let me fuck you already Y/N” How does this asshole know my name?

“Let me go…!” I slur my words wildly as I continue to try prying his nasty hands off of my waist, but his hands only grip my hips painfully and I feel his nails dig into my skin as he comes forward to lay more sloppy, disgusting, wet kisses all over my neck and jaw. Missing my lips every time when I pulled my face away quickly.

Then without any warning, his hands trail quickly up from my hips to my breasts, and I think he’s trying to remove my shirt before I look again.

He was bent over a little, his hands reaching up to try and pry another man's hands off of his hair. Someone pulled him off of me. The guy who grabbed me was yelling at the other dude, then I could hear my saviour's voice over his.

“Fucking apologise to her before I rip your fucking hair out of your scalp!” The voice booms. A more quiet, but frantic voice follows after his.

“Okay okay shit! Shit man!” The other man pulls harder on your ex’s hair. Why did it take so long to tell that puny voice was my ex?

“Taking your sweet time huh? Fucking say it!”

“I’m s-s-sorry!” Your ex screams.

“More fucking sincere you fucking cunt…” You hear an awful ripping sound and see some blood start to drip down your exs’ forehead.

“I’m sorry Y/N. Fuck I’m so fucking sorry! I fucking-! AH fuck I’m so sorry Y/N!” More blood, another ripping sound.

“Clean your fucking mouth when you get home bitch…” You hear the man mumble as he shoves your ex away, and he quickly makes his way to his car.

“You crazy sons of bitches!!” You flinch a little when the stranger in front of you reaches down to his hip area where you see a gun. The compilation of shooting your ex or not shooting your ex was obviously sitting in his mind. But he quickly decided against it.

“Sorry about that. Are you alright?” You hear the soft voice asking. You wanted to see who it was but the man was wearing a mask. All you could see were his brown eyes.

“I’m okay… Thank you.” I mumble. Then I stand straight and take a step towards my car.

“No you don’t.” He suddenly presses one of his hands to the centre of my chest. “Sweetie, you’re drunk. How about I put your motorcycle in the back of my truck and give you a ride home?” He offered kindly, in such a sweet voice.

But it felt off.

“I’m just gonna call my sister… But-” As soon as I took my phone from my pocket, the man's hand reached forward and stopped me from unlocking it. The fearful look in my eyes is what made him loosen up his muscles a little.

“Hey sweetie, it’s okay. Please let me take you home. I don’t want anyone else messing with you tonight.” He sounded so urgent. Too urgent… You thought.

Fucking say yes…

“I’m sorry, but I’d rather get a ride from my sister sir.”

“Sir?” He growls a little, as if me calling him sir flipped a switch inside of him. “Alright. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Get in my truck.” His voice was so threatening, I wanted to listen so he didn’t hurt me, but I’ll be hurt regardless.

Take the hard way, I beg of you…

“What’s the easy way and what’s the hard way?” There it is. My dumbass is acting tough over a man who would be able to crush me under his boot without a question.

“Well sweetie the easy way is you get in my truck, and I take you home. The hard way is I make you get in.” He mumble ‘the hard way’ as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small rag. Shit. Should I run? I look down at his legs. He can definitely run fast with those calves. He’s wearing jeans and I can just tell he works out. Even if I did run, I’m drunk. He’ll catch me before I take the first step.

But if I agree he just takes me home right?

“Okay… I’ll get in.” I mumble as I cross my arms and walk to the passenger side of his truck, opening the door when I hear the doors unlock. When I close the door and look to my right, I see my motorcycle is missing, and in the mirror I see him lifting it into the bed of his truck. Holy shit he’s strong.

I flinch a little when I zone out for a moment and he closes the driver side door, then starts the engine to his truck… I’m so… tired… so… sleepy… I really need to stop drinking…

Where am I? Was my first thought as I opened my eyes. There was no light shining into my E/C eyes.

When I sat up, I realised I wasn’t home. But I was in a cosy looking bed. The room looked wooded, so I assumed the house was a cabin.

When I looked for any source of light, my eyes focused on a large window with thick curtains keeping out all of the light. Where the fuck am I?

Wait. Those are?

As my eyes scan the room, I freeze when I see them.

A small red pot.

Apricot and Scarlet begonias.

And small sunflowers.

With a titan sunflower sitting at the foot of the bed.

Oh my God. I know whose house this is.

“Oh well good morning kitten.” His familiar soft voice breaks the silence of the room as I hear a door to my right open.

I don’t move.

Instead, I reached forward and picked up a small book that was sitting next to the large titan sunflower.

My heart drops when I see the first page.

A picture of me.

But not just any picture a cute little crushy stalker would take, no.

It was a picture of me in the shower.

Oh my God, oh my god, oh my God. I panicked and I apparently made it obvious when I heard his footsteps getting closer.

“Hey, hey, hey… It’s okay kitten. If you don’t like that picture we can always take a different one of you in the shower…” He whispers. I don’t have to look at him to know he was smirking.

When I finally did look up at him, I was mad I was right.

After a solid few seconds of looking at each other, he reaches down and presses something on his watch and you watch as his eyes go from brown to blue. Now you were looking into those same blue electric eyes.

“Are you feeling alright? You look stunned about something…” He chuckles at my obvious discomfort. Then I feel his hand slowly snake up my thigh, his fingers gently trailing over my clothed centre, then stopping when his fingers are gently resting under my chin. “Say something, before I make you.” His voice laced with threat makes my throat knot. When he tilts his head a little and grins, I swear the knot in my throat knotted itself. “Come on kitten, don’t make you hurt you already. All you have to say…-” He pauses before his hand moves down and carefully wraps around your throat. “-Is yes, or no.” He tightens his hand around your throat a little, making you wince in fear. “Come on kitten…” His voice growls as he begins to move to his knees, slowly making his way to lean over you.

“Yes.” You say quickly as you feel something hard rub against your thigh. “I’m feeling alright.”

“Good.” He releases your throat and presses his lips gently against your cheek where a stray tear had fallen, pulling back as he licks his lips at the salty taste of your tear…

This should be fun…

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #marvel #winter soldier #james barnes #bucky

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fandomunsexyman · 7 months

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TWISTOBER DAY 22 - ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

I love AUs and this one is a role-swap between Malleus and Yuu! I wanted to do something with the fairies in Twisted Wonderland so in this AU Yuu is a fey but they’re closer to the Tinkerbell movies instead of Briar Valley.

More under the cut!

In this AU Yuu’s powers are based around mimicking that of a dragon over actual dragon powers. Their wings look like a dragon’s maw and their fire is hot enough to pass as dragon fire without doing as much damage.

For this AU Yuu is the next Queen Clarion/ Lord Milori figure. They have a somewhat intimidating reputation as one of the next leaders of the fae and being the person who will bring springtime/winter to the mainland. Due to this Yuu goes Night Raven College in order to experience more of the world around them before they have to accept their duties and remain stuck in Pixie Hollow.

However at NRC Yuu is somewhat ostracized because of their position. They’re kind but most people are hesitant to interact with them because of the whole “future person who controls the seasons” thing. They want to make a genuine friend on the mainland and have a few, but maybe that transfer student from another universe can help them make more!

Within this AU Malleus is the Ramshackle Prefect and an ex-deeply isolated rich kid. Within his universe he was the heir to a powerful company and rich family and is taking his unplanned vacation for all its worth. He gets to interact with people who have no idea about his past and explore some really interesting architecture! Of course another benefit is the mysterious person who he meets along his nightly walks!

For the art the flowers around Yuu are begonias and cyclamens. Begonias mean beware and reference their fake predator nature and cyclamens are resignation. The cyclamens acknowledge the fact that Yuu may never see Twisted Wonderland again once they take up their position or will outlive some of their friends.

On a lighter note for the rest of this roleswap the rest of the first years are fairies!

For the purposes of this AU the first years are all human-sized because why not. Jack is a garden fairy who has animal ears because he was born from the laugh of a beastman child and stays fighting the Animal Fairy allegations. They’ve all come along with Yuu to learn more about the mainland and help protect their future leader.

I’m still debating whether or not Grim and Lilia switch places but if they do I imagine that Lilia was trying to sneak Silver into the school and got caught. Sebek was caught helping them and all three of them get sent to Ramshackle Dorm with Malleus. Malleus and Sebek share a student ticket and Lilia and Silver share a student ticket.

#speck’s art #twistober2023 #twistober #^ guy who is normal about AU’s #twisted wonderland #twst #i have more but this is all I’ve got for now!#i dunno I feel like more could have been done with the fairies in twist #like they’re just stock enemies and theres SO much there that could be done with them #also the idea of the laugh that made Jack being Leona’s….#im cooking

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Violets-Ianthe. Ocyrhoe. Persephone. A crack theory and how Koschei might be able to trick Azriel.

Disclaimer : Everything in this post is just a reflection of my thoughts and opinions. I don not claim anything as a fact when I theorize. Also, I am certain others have commented on those things as well, but I just wanted to add my own interpretation. Keep in mind, when I discuss different mythologies I just do it because it's fun to try and guess where SJM might have been inspired from, since we know she uses mythology and legends in her books.

This a very long post, I'm sorry. I hope everything makes sense.

Violets, their symbolism and Ianthe.

We all know that Feyre drew something on the drawer they shared, to represent each sister. The night and stars for her, flames for Nesta, and flowers for Elain. I've seen theories that claim that each drawing represents a sister and her potential love interest, and while I do believe that, I mostly agree with the theories that suspect that there might a deeper meaning. That the symbolism behind them reflects the journey/story of each sister.

I won't get into detail about Feyre and Nesta's drawers, because their stories have already been told and there are other amazing posts out there that analyze them perfectly. I won't get into great detail about Elain either, because, like I said it's been done before. But, I want to point out that the description we get about Elain's drawer is ever-changing and I want to give you the reason why I believe it's a representation of her journey.

ACOTAR

I slung off my outer clothes onto the sagging dresser - frowning at the violets and roses I'd painted around the knobs of Elain's drawer...

What I want to talk about is the violets.

They are said to represent "innocence, everlasting love, modesty, spiritual wisdom, faithfulness, mysticism, and remembrance."

What stuck out to me in particular is innocence and then something clicked in my brain, because in the next book Elain's drawer was mentioned violets were gone :

ACOMAF

I painted flowers for Elain on her drawer. [...] Little roses and begonias and irises.

Now, I know that in the beginning Sarah didn't intend for Feyre's sister to have a major role, but in ACOMAF things started to change and I wonder if she paid closer attention to things associated with Nesta and Elain. Sarah is known for her foreshadowing, which sometimes is truly good and other times terribly obvious. And that brings me to the violets, Ianthe and Elain's innocence.

At first I had assumed the 'innocence' thing was associated with Elain being a virgin and then losing her virginity with Greysen and that's why the violets where gone in ACOMAF.

But then I remebered Ianthe and what her name means.

In Greek mythology, Ianthe was one of the 3.000 Oceanids (water nymph, naiad) and, also one of Persephone's companions. Her parents were the Titans Oceanus and Tethys, and her name means "violet flower" (it also means "she who delights").

That made me believe that the virginal innocence wasn't the reason violets weren't mentioned again, but Elain's innocece as a whole.

Ianthe was the one who sold them out to King of Hybern, she was responsible for the sisters going into the Cauldron and being made into High Fae.

Elain's innocence died that day. After that she was forced to see a new side of the world, a darker side. From that moment forward, after her autonomy was violated, she couldn't be as she was before. She was "forced" (not really, it was her choice, but essentially turning into high fae sort of forced her) to participate and play a great role in a war. No one comes out unscathed from something like that and the price Elain paid was her innocence.

Violets are also a symbol of untimely death in the young (Elain's human body died that day) and melancholy (in ACOWAR Elain is struggling and is described as catatonic) and are identified with the natural cycle of life, death and rebirth and as a catalyst to transition. They are also among the flowers Persephone was said to have been picking when Hades kidnapped her.

All of these things make me believe Elain's flowers depict what will come to pass in her life and it's also quite symbolice if you think about it, since she is a seer.

2. Ocyrhoe.

Ocyrhoe was another Oceanid in greek mythology, her name means "swift-flowing" and she, too, was one of Persephone's companions/playmates.

“All we were playing in a lovely meadow, Leucippe and Phaeno and Electra and Ianthe, Melita also and Iache with Rhodea and Callirhoe [420] and Melobosis and Tyche and Ocyrhoe, fair as a flower, [...] we were playing and gathering sweet flowers” - Homeric Hymn to Demeter.

There are 5 characters she refers to :

One of the 3.000 Oceanides.

Chiron's daughter.

Daughter of Imbrasus (a river god) and Chesias (a maiden).

Mother of Caicus, son of Hermes.

Mother of Hippomedon (defender of Troy).

As I was scrolling absentmindedly through the internet looking at this and that, I came across Ocyrhoe and her story might have inspired Elain's character. (I repeat, it's not canon. Just my opinion)

In the story as Imbrasus and Chesias's daughter, Ocyrhoe became Apollo's object of desire, and while trying to flee from him she asked for help from a seafarer and an old friend of her father, Pompilus. He took her on his ship, but eventually Apollo reached them. Apollo took Ocyrhoe and turned the ship into stone and Pompilus into a fish.

In one version of the story where she is Chiron's daughter, she was a centaur and she had the power to see the things concealed by the Fates. One day, she revealed Chiron's fate to him (that he would give up his immortality to be spared the agonizing pain of a serpent's poison). For that transgression the gods punished her by taking her voice and turning her into a mare.

"...became Apollo's object of desire..." Elain has become L/cien's "object of desire" in a sense. I don't think he truly wants to be with her. I believe it's just the bond forcing these feelings on him.

"...trying to flee from him..." She wants nothing romantic to do with him and avoids him as much as she can.

"...she had the power to see the things concealed by the Fates..." She is a seer.

"...turning her into a mare..." She'd shown curiosity about whether Amren could've chosen a different form and we speculate that shapeshifting of some kind might be one of her powers.

What led me to research the possible connection between the two, was the fact that Ocyrhoe was present when Persephone was kidnapped to the Underworld, just like Elain was present when Feyre (the og Persephone in the ACOTAR series, but I believe Elain is also associated with her, and not just because of the flowers) was taken to Prythian. Ocyrhoe was also referred to as "fair as a flower" in Homer's Hymn to Demeter. It's not much, but...I thought it was interesting.

Also, as Chiron's daughter her mother was Chariclo. In another myth Chariclo was a nymph and Tiresias's mother. Tiresias became blind when he saw the goddess Athena naked. His mother begged her to lift her curse, but she couldn't. Instead she gave him the gift of sight. He is often portrayed as Apollo's oracle. And that made me think "What blinds an oracle?" and that Athena, the goddess of wisdom, is often depicted with an owl - Elain is shown to have owl like mannerisms.

Then we have Apollo who was said to be the god of "divine distance, who sent or threatened from afar; the god who made men aware of their own guilt and purified them of it; who presided over religious law and the constitutions of cities; and who communicated with mortals through prophets and oracles his knowledge of the future and the will of his father, Zeus."

3. Persephone.

I've seen a lot of posts claiming that Elain and Persephone have nothing in common except flowers.

Well, I beg to differ.

I know that Rhysand and Feyre are a loose retelling of Hades x Persephone, but I think Elain and Azriel are one too, only more heavy on the light/dark theme.

So, there are two versions of the myth.

In one version - the one I think Feysand got - Hades is said to have fallen in love when he first saw her in one of his rare visits from the Underworld and decided to form a plan and take her away. - Rhysand met Feyre when he crashed Calanmai and it was rare for him to be able to leave UtM. Even though he wasn't in love with her yet, he felt a connection.

Zeus helped him with his plan. When she was out picking flowers with her friends, the naiads, they made the ground split beneath her. She fell and Hades took her to the Underworld and made her his wife. - Mor helped Rhys free Feyre, when Tamlin had locked in the mansion. He took her to NC and the two slowly started getting to know each other.

At first Persephone was sad and unhappy, but after a long while she eventually fell in love with Hades and was able to live happily with him in the Otherworld. - After Feyre was surrounded by people who didn't suppress her and cared about her mental state and trauma, she slowly begun to heal, along with Rhys. The two fell in love, Rhysand made her his High Lady and they lived happily ever after in the NC.

The other version has Demeter in it and Persephone was lured away from naiad friends by a narcisuss flower, planted by Gaia who was following Zeus's orders. The earth opened as she pulled the flower and that's how Hades was able to abduct her.

In the Az's bonus chapter, we could say that Rhys had taken the role of Demeter by commanding Azriel to stay away from Elain (Not because he doesn't want them together or values L/cien's happiness more than his brother's, but because of the consequences. I also do not think Rhys will keep that stance forever. I believe many people who will be against Elriel will take the role of Demeter or even the difficulties the couple will face will represent her). In the myth Demeter in her despair and desperate search for her daughter abandoned her duties, starvation reigned and people died. - Elain and Azriel coming together while she's still L/cien's mate could either cause L/ucien demand the Blood Duel or a civil war between the courts, since tensions are high already.

Hades agreed to let Persephone leave once a year for six months and live with her mother, but the rest of the year she would stay with him (although Persephone ate only 4 pomegranate seeds) - I believe, and hope mostly, that's the reason why SJM mentioned that Azriel owns a place called Rosehall and his mother lives there. I think they will split their time between Rosehall and the NC.

Also, the flower narcissus (daffodil) represents rebirth and new beginnings.

Fun fact : In the myth, Demeter was the one who turned all the naiads into sirens because they lost her daughter.

Ok, and now it's time...

4. A crack theory.

Papa Archeron promised Koschei to give him Elain and Nesta.

The Archerons' father didn't give Koschei his soul or spirit in exchange for Vassa, but instead gave him his two remaining mortal daughters. This possibility is something I've been pondering for quite a while.

“Where is Briallyn?” Azriel demanded, Siphons flaring like cobalt flame.

“I spend so many months preparing for you,” Koschei crooned, “and you don’t even wish to speak to me?”

This quote right here suggests that there is indeed a connection between Azriel and Koschei.

If we assume that some theories out there are correct, about how Az's shadows could be made somehow, that Az could have an even deeper connection to him and that Koschei has a connection to the Cauldron, I think Koschei knows how powerful Azriel really is and what a fine weapon he would make in an upcoming war. I don't think he wants him to find the 4th Trove. Better yet, I don't think he wants him just for that.

“Certainly.” Vassa peered at her hands, fingers flexing. “I fear what may happen if he ever gets free of the lake. If he sees this world on the cusp of disaster and knows he could strike, and strike hard, and make himself its master. As he once tried to do, long ago.”

We know Azriel is very powerful and he can "winnow", something not many powerful fae can - although, I believe this ability has to do with him being able to control shadows. We also know that he is the only known living shadowsinger and that they are very rare. Also, we don't know very much about his past in general.

What if Koschei was the first shadowsinger or had the ability to control shadows as a death God? What if Azriel is his descendant and some that's were his shadows come from? What if Koschei's essence lives inside of Azriel, but not enough to control him completely? What if now Koschei has found a way to overcome that problem? - I'll circle back to that because I think there may be some truth there. And I know that's a lot of what ifs, but this is a crack theory.

In the original tale, Koschei using spells has hidden his soul inside nested objects to protect it. It may be hidden "in the needle that is hidden inside the egg, the egg is in the duck, the duck is in the hare, the hare is in the chest, the chest is buried or chained up on a far island."

Couldn't Koschei in ACOTAR, who is also a sorcerer, do the same? But instead of keeping it in nested objects, he split it in two, kept one piece inside the onyx box - which I suspect might be wyrdstone - and hid the other in the Cauldron?

It is said that "It (the Cauldron) fell into the wrong hands and great and horrible things were done with it". Could it have fallen to Koschei's hands? Could he be the one who created the original Dread Trove, and so parts of his soul are in these objects? And that's why people can't remember it, because he spelled it to keep it safe? But now that he found a way to be free from the lake he wants it back, to be complete?

The Cauldron is, also, called The Bowl of Life and Death, but is there a chance that at one point it was just The Bowl of Life, since it gave life to Prythian, and the death part was added later, when Koschei meddled with it? Koschei, being as powerful as he is described to be, could have manipulated everyone into thinking that if something happens to it then all life would end, to ensure that no one would try to destroy it, and by extension him, completely.

Let's talk about the Book of Breathings for a second, because it might seem like plot hole in this scenario. The Book of Breathings was created from the last of the molten ore used to forge the Cauldron, not in the Cauldron, therefore not by the Cauldron itself. So, the way I see it, it could still cause damage to the Cauldron and Koschei himself, if part of his soul was indeed there

Everything I'll talk about from now on are based on the assumption that Koschei's soul is in the Cauldron and in the objects of the Dread Trove and he is somehow Azriel's predecessor or that his shadows contain Koschei's essence.

What Vassa suspected is true. The death-lord Koschei has been whispering in Briallyn’s ear. He remains trapped at his lake, but his words carry on the wind to her. He is ancient, his depth of knowledge fathomless. He pointed Briallyn toward the Dread Trove—not for her sake, but for his own ends. He wishes to use it to free himself from his lake.

From this quote we know that Koschei has the ability to communicate with people, even though his trapped at a lake. That leads me to assume the wind whispers back (and maybe it does in canon, but I don't remember). If that is so, then he heard about Feyre, the human girl who died and then was reborn made into High Fae. He must've also heard that when the 7 High Lords brought her back to life, a piece of them, a piece of their power, transferred to her, making her as powerful as Rhysand.

And he thought he could do the same, if he pulled all the strings right...

He manipulated Papa Archeron to travel to the continent to meet with him and trade away both himself and his daughters. And He manipulated the King of Hybern to have them thrown in the Cauldron...

...to be made into weapons - Amren had mentioned that the sisters might be as powerful as Rhysand after being Made, just as Azriel might be on the same level of power as Rhys - and to bear a part of his soul so he can get it back.

We later learn that the sisters accumulated power/powers from the Cauldron. Nesta took hers forcibly, while Elain's was a gift. And I believe there's a reason for it.

The Cauldron/Koschei sensed Nesta's resilience and that she could not be easily fooled, - remember how she broke through Tamlin's glamour in book 1? - but she stole from it nontheless.

Elain, though, the gentler, kinder, more naive of the two, was perfect. We know that she became a seer, but we don't know what else. I think, Elain is immensly powerful, even though we haven't seen it yet. I think she is more powerful than Nesta was, before she gave her power away.

And that leads me to what I speculate Elain's other power might be. Being associated with dawn is not a coincidence, not just for the Dusk Court theory, but also about her hidden power. A meeting of light and shadow. Beside the shapeshifting - which is not a sure thing, but it might have been foreshadowed - I think Elain has shadowfire, like Kaltain Rompier in ToG, or more accurately shadowlight and that power was triggered when Azriel offered her Truth Teller and she accepted it. When she touched TT she tapped into it and that's one of the reasons Feyre highlights that scene between them. Light. And dark. A bridge of connection. I'll cricle back to that because there's something more I want to add.

I also believe that the Cauldron/Koschei thinking Elain would be more easily manipulated was not the only reason it gave her gifts and purred in her presence.

The Bone Carver mentions :

"...Had I been braver, I might have bided my time—waited for their power to fade, for that long-ago Fae warrior to trick Stryga into diminishing her power and becoming confined to the Middle. Koschei, too—confined and bound by his little lake on the continent. All before Prythian, before the land was carved up and any High Lord was crowned.” Cassian and I waited, not daring to interrupt. “Clever, that Fae warrior. Her bloodline is long gone now—though a trace still runs through some human line.”

That human bloodline could potentially be Vassa's. But what if there's another one though in the Archeron line? And that's why the Cauldron/Koschei has shown so much interest in her? Because that trace runs stronger in her blood and she could be made into a more lethal weapon and not just because she is beautiful? That also makes me consider the fact that Elain being a seer has nothing to do with her going into the Cauldron. That it's just simply the dormant magic in her blood being activated and that she can't sleep because a type of "bond" was created between her and Koschei and he's messing with her, not in a fun kind of way. I think he's preparing her, just like he said he did with Azriel.

Now, let's move on to parts Koschei's soul/essence-heritage (in Azriel's case) being inside Elain, Az and other objects.

“No one really knows the full scope of the Trove’s powers. Beyond freeing him from his lake, Koschei may very well know something about the Trove that we don’t—some greater power that manifests when all three are united.”

What Koschei might know, that other's don't, is that the Trove is in its core him, and that with it he will be truly unstoppable, a real God of Death, with his full powers and maybe something extra, since the objects were created in the Cauldron, thus restoring his soul in his body he will be some type of Made too.

It is said that the Trove has been used by Fae rulers as a way for them to establish and secure their rule (this seems like a plot hole to me in SJM's books actually or I wonder if it's actually misinformation started by Koschei and he was the only "ruler" who used them and none of the fae were made, at least, if they were it is not mentioned. Koschei, though, could be able to use them since part of his soul was in them, but not fully. Now, I'll continue building on the fact that they were indeed used by other fae rulers). What I suspect is that even though they were able to use these objects, they couldn't unlock their full potential, and neither does/will Koschei, because none of them are made. He might be able to access more of their power because his soul is in them, but he will still need someone Made.

Someone like Elain or Nesta.

In my line of thinking, Koschei needed people to go into the Cauldron, to be changed, made into something that combines both him and it, in order for them wield the Trove succesfully and free him from the lake. He may have tried it in the past with other humans, but was not successful, because in order to survive the person would need to already have magic in his blood. Maybe that's why Briallyn was turned into a crone, because she didn't possess magic.

I suspect that when Nesta gave back her power in order to save Feyre, the piece of Koschei's soul was guided back to him by the wind, or at least a large part of it. The same goes for Bryallin, but the whole part went back to Koschei because she died. And I do believe someone has to be dead, for him to get it all, and not leave behind a sliver.

Amren is also someone who went into the Cauldron, but I don't think she counts as something made, because she went as something other than human inside and gave up her own power instead of something she took/recieved from it. I could be wrong though. (In my mind, that scene with Amren is literally life, death, rebirth.)

Azriel, too, can only wield some part of the Trove and not the Trove as a whole thing, because he is not Cauldron-made.

*Again, this is just based on the assumption that there is a connection between him and Koschei. And that Elain has and the Trove have parts of his soul. I do not believe either Azriel or Elain are evil or will turn evil. So if someone who doesn't like Elriel and reads this, please don't twist my words out of context.*

The only one that remains is Elain.

She can locate the 4th Trove and wield it to its full power. She is the only one who can help Koschei and that's why he will target her and may have already started.

As for the objects, I think they have to be destroyed in order for Koschei to get his soul back. But maybe he doesn't want the soul back inside him, he just wants to have it back, hide it and control it to come back to his god-like status.

A thing that needs clearing up is what is L/cien's deal in all of this. Is really Elain's mate? I do not think so.

I think that Koschei manifactured the mating bond with L/cien to keep Elain and Azriel away from each other. I think he knew or could somehow sense that Az and Elain are mates, true mates, soulmates, and that if they accepted it, their bond would be stronger than his magic. What I didn't highlight before is that Feyre's mention of the Elriel painting makes me believe they're carranam. That scene is too significant to either be nothing at all or something of little importance.

Also, the Cauldron's power in the battlefield when it almost blasted Cassian in ACOWAR is described as "burning-light". That also factored into thinking that Elain has shadowfire/shadowlight.

And finally, what I think is the reason Koschei found a way to manipulate/trick Azriel.

From ACOWAR :

"Again, the Cauldron sang its siren song."

"You hear it?"

A shake of the head. "No - but the shadows, the wind...They recoil."

Did you read that? If that's not foreshadowing, I honest to god will scream my lungs out.

Azriel's shadows reacted to the Cauldron's song. Something that only those who are Made can hear. There might be some truth after all that a deeper connection between Azriel and Koschei exists.

Siren song. Siren. Song.

What new species were we introduced to in ACOSF? Lightsingers.

Who, for all intents and purposes, are described as what? As the modernized version of SIRENS.

Who do we know that has a strong, strong, strong assossiation with lovely singing, that puts people in a trance? And lures them in? Made people? People who one way or another Koschei wants to use? Who blabbed to Merill about the Trove? You guessed it! Gw/n.

This might be nothing, but it can also be everyhting.

It's not that farfetched to imagine Koschei having something to do with the Cauldron. Not what I said, but anything. And it's also not farfetched to say that G/wn is a lightsinger and Koshei is manipulating her (I actually believe that).

I claimed that there might be a part of Koschei's soul in the Cauldron, but he might be connected to it in some other way. It doesn't really matter right now. Let's continue with the assumption that indeed he controls it, where was one of the Cauldron's three feet hidden? At a temple in Sangravah. Who else was there? Gw/n.

If there is a link between Koschei and Cauldron, he's been whispering in Gw/n's ear since she was at the Temple. Otherwise, Merill is acting like a mediator or he found her another way. Her singing, that canonically put Nesta in a trance-like state, might be what Koschei uses to trick Azriel.

“I spend so many months preparing for you,” Koschei crooned, “and you don’t even wish to speak to me?”

He spent months preparing him? How? What is the one thing that changed in Azriel's life when we read about him? He started training Nesta and her friends. Maybe Gw/n was supposed to do something to him. Maybe she already did it. Maybe she has his shadows in dazed and hazy state. Or she will.

“Eyes can be blinded,” Nesta said.

“Not the ones under my command,” Azriel said with soft menace.

Was that quote Sarah telling us that his shadows - his eyes - will be outsmarted and fooled? And that he will find a way to break whatever "curse"/"spell" that is?

Before anyone asks : No, I don't hate Gw/n. No, I don't think she will be evil. Yes, I do believe she's a lightsinger. Yes, I do think Koschei is using her. No, I don't have to hate her to think that. Yes, I actually like Gw/n, canon Gw/n, not the other one that lives on Tumblr, Twitter, IG, and Goodreads.

For the antis out there : the Cauldron sings too, maybe that's Azriel's mate, because you know...singing...

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Short-Lived: .02 Dinner With Archie Next Chapter: (Coming Soon) Previous Chapter: .01 The Humdrums and The Noteworthy 3040 words TW: Alcohol use, (potential) drug use, grotesque imagery, depression Also, heads up, this chapter is intended to be vague!

Synopsis:

I left for home that night with quite a lot on my mind. I left for home every night with quite a lot on my mind. And by the time the week caught up to me, there was nothing left to rationalize.

“What am I doing, Arch?”

I set down my half-read book–it was some heavier novel I couldn’t get myself to focus on. It was partially because the protagonist was the blandest and most predictable character I’d tried to relate to in a long while. Excruciatingly so, really. I wasn’t sure why I kept picking it up at all.

It was getting to be late evening, just warm enough to be outside in my hammock with a very fancy bowl of ramen noodles with cheese and spinach. Tonight was one of those in which I hadn’t the energy to make anything more than a microwave meal for myself. And I certainly didn’t need to dirty the table when the weather was finally getting to that pleasant, spring-ish temperature where I could don a sweater and slacks without worrying I’d catch a cold.

Shooting a glance at my partner in crime, Mister Archibald himself, I cracked a pursed-lipped smile. He was a regal fellow, sitting all prim and proper on the balcony rail like he owned the place. He tilted his head amongst the begonias and hydrangeas, clearly off in his own little world. And those olive eyes of his that almost matched my own lowered sleepily.

Of course, Archie said nothing in return, as he was a cat.

“Grand advice. You should write that down.” I chuckled, polishing off the rest of my lukewarm dinner.

The past week had been difficult. Tamia was quiet. And when she got quiet, she was the sort to get lost in her own head and focus on anything but the task at hand. I didn’t have the heart to bring it up to her when she forgot to water the plants on her desk–they were starting to look wilted, so I gave them some water for the next couple of days. I’d seen a few other folks comfort her throughout the week, knowing better than to offer their console to me. She seemed grateful enough, though her hands still shook when she wrote on the whiteboard in the lobby.

I busied myself with my job again, researching a few things about another, more minor case’s suspects. It kept me occupied, other than yesterday when I’d finally given in and visited the graveyard by the park with some oats for the ducks. Archie wasn’t much one for adventure, but I didn’t mind being by my lonesome. I was glad for the company now, though.

“Sweet boy–how’d I get so lucky, hm?” When I reached my arm out, Archie sniffed at my fingers, little whiskers tickling the faded, dark freckles on the back of my hand. He was a ginger cat, and as all ginger cats were known to be, he was the sole cause of chaos in my tiny home. Lord knew my side of things was a lot calmer.

“Careful-” Heavy paws forced a cough out of me as he landed square on my windpipe, purring loud and droning as a car engine. “Do you think I should call Tam? Do you think she’d just try to get me to talk? I haven’t heard from her in a while, and part of me wonders whether she wants an apology.”

I scratched between his triangle ears as he curled up like a honey bun, chirping as I hit a good spot. I took that as a yes. “She does deserve one.”

Later. I’d deal with that later.

…

While I typically made a point to avoid the bar on busy Fridays, I had an old acquaintance who’d invited me. I’d tidied up, setting Arch back on his favorite rug and giving him one last scritch before I grabbed my jacket. The thing was, these days, I didn’t mind a drink at all.

“Well, now, if it isn’t Mister Sylvan Okeanoú himself.”

“That’s Lieutenant Detective Sylvan Okeanoú to you, Ms. Vidia Donelle.”

She smirked something sinister, skimpy violet dress accentuating how she popped her hip to the side in jest, her hair even longer than mine had I kept it down. Life and time had been kind to her over the past eight years or so–she looked more alive than I’d ever seen her. Part of me envied it.

I pulled my coat closer to my collar, giving a brief roll of my eyes as I followed her into the hole-in-the-wall spot that was The Odyssey. It was built back when dance clubs were in their prime and hadn’t been updated much since, rafters still dusty and couches still whispering of old cigarettes. It had been a popular spot back when the two of us were still kids floundering in university; well, one of us was floundering, and I was inclined to believe it wasn’t me. I did wonder what became of her after she dropped out of our program to ‘pursue her passion.’

I supposed I would find out soon enough.

“You always did know how to be a gentleman, hm?” We sat down on barstools I mentally noted were maybe a touch too tall–I wasn’t the most vertically gifted of men, and my ‘date’ practically towered over me with those heels of hers. Vidia ordered something fruity, and I figured I’d start with whatever the house special was these days, to which the tender and owner, Rick, politely clued me in was a cinnamon something or other.

I was relieved to see him still around. He was a big, burly bear of a man with a well-trimmed beard and cheeks hard as stone. There was, from what I could recall, usually a cigar clamped between his teeth, and he hadn’t given up the pleasure tonight. It still shocked me he worked the bar, but his hands were as steady as ever with the spirits, dusting the rim of mine with cinnamon. He and Vidia shared a glance.

“Glad to see you finally got what you wanted, Lieutenant,” she mused with a roll of her eyes.

“Yes, yes, I know, how dare I correct you on my title. It’s not as if it took me a degree to earn,” I prodded, nodding thanks to Rick.

Vidia and I made short of small talk, exchanging a few choice words about my work and her Uber driver and the odd men in the corner of the bar that didn’t quite seem to know how to speak to one another. For as difficult as I’d thought it would be to talk to her, my anxiety was quelled in a matter of minutes. But, as I’d learned of myself, I couldn’t let good things last long. She became serious when I addressed the elephant in the room.

Vidia had always been quick to switch in that manner.

Taking a swig of my shot, I clicked my tongue at how it burned my throat. “Not to be terribly blunt, but what’s the occasion? I was under the impression you had forgotten we’d been close all those years ago.”

Vidia just shook her head, pinching the stem of her drink’s cherry between her fingers. It was a brilliant red that matched the windflower pinned up in her hair. A little crease formed between her brows, eyes downcast as she stirred her drink with a well-manicured nail.

“Oh, no. I just got caught up in the atmosphere of it all, you know?”

Truthfully, I didn’t. And when I raised my own brow, she heaved a sigh.

“The nightlife. The city. I mean, you know I came from nothing. That was, like, practically the only thing we had in common,” she laughed, and I felt myself ease into the melody of it. “After I dropped out, I got a job at Chuck’s place down the way.”

Vidia’s dark eyes got darker, a long silence of slow music and distant chattering filling the little gap between her lips.

“I, God, I’m going to be painfully honest here, but I felt guilty, y’know? Both about the things I said to you and about quitting. My parents had given up a lot for me to move up here and get my education. And, really, I ended up throwing that away because, for the first time in my life, I felt free.”

When she finally looked at me, her eyes seemed hollow and glassy. Maybe, behind her makeup artistry and harsh smile was that same exhaustion I felt.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, Sylvan. And after the awful things I said to you after you…told me about yourself, well, I wasn’t sure if you’d care,” she admitted. “I should’ve just apologized instead of disappearing off the goddamn map. And I missed out on keeping one of the only friends I knew I could trust to be brutally blunt with me. So, that’s why I invited you. To apologize.”

I sat in stunned silence. Vidia passed me another glass, cinnamon sticking to her fingers like sawdust and glitter in the lowlights. I had trouble thinking back to the end of my first semester. It was a lifetime ago, back when I was a bit more open and a bit more immature. I’d trusted Vidia with something I shouldn’t have. I had trusted my parents with those same feelings years before–I no longer spoke with them afterward, as was the same with Vidia. I hadn’t expected her cruelty. I couldn’t have.

After a moment, I took the shot. In the reflection of the glass, I noted the stillness of the suited men in the corner.

“I owe you, Sylvan.”

She did, but I was owed a lot of things. Enjoying the flavor past the fire, the hearth in her voice kept me warm the rest of the night. I lost track of time. I lost track of how much I drank, but it was enough to ease my nerves and then some. Heat flushed on my cheeks and over the bridge of my nose when she brought up the personal and unforeseen topic that was my love life, or lack thereof. I figured she’d probably already reckoned I’d no interest.

Vidia, however, was a viper who struck best on the unexpecting.

“You’re telling me that, in all the time you’ve been moving up through the system, you still haven’t found that special someone?”

Drink long abandoned, she gaped at me in the glow of the blacklights, hand slapping the bar as she leaned closer yet, inches away from brushing a slip of paper to the ground. Jesus. I’d brought up the odd little love note I’d found in one of my files, considering it had quite nearly fallen out of my jacket. Vidia was under the impression that it was an actual, if not childish, means of interest. I hadn’t pondered that possibility, quite literally because it was preposterous. If someone wanted me like that, they would simply ask. I wasn’t the most approachable of sorts, sure, but really. No self-respecting person sends a post-it note with illegible handwriting to their coworker, or anyone, for that matter, as a form of affection.

Plus, it was quite clear I wasn’t searching for that sort of thing. Picking up the stupid thing, I scoffed, pointing it in her direction accusingly. “That’s an off-topic question, Miss Vidia. If my mind serves me right, we were discussing the very-professional subject of unexplained evidence I’d found on my desk. Do its placement and contents not raise any questions to you?”

“Oh, you prude. Mister Okeanoú, you are still no fun,” she droned, head falling back in faux defeat. “Let me have a little fun, hm? We didn’t come here to talk business, my dear friend.”

“Mhm. And, yet, I didn’t come here to talk about my romantic pursuits.”

Blatantly ignoring that, she snatched the yellow slip from between my fingers, the heat of her proximity causing my brow to furrow. The pressed flower’s dust left a residue on my fingers.

“So. Sexual pursuits it is.”

“Vidia Donelle-”

She stopped me there, my glasses a touch foggy. “You’d think, considering what I was like back in uni, you’d have at least expected this sort of ‘uncouth behavior’ from me.” She gave a pout, eyes large and drunk. “I’m sure with that gorgeous…face of yours, you get at least a few offers every now and again.”

“Please,” I groaned, pinching the sleeve of my sweater. She snickered, the hiss of it all slurred-like, and I suddenly recalled why I stopped inviting her out alone. “No. I have no time for frivolous flings and certainly not for anything more. The work I do is more important than those sorts of interests.”

“You’re lying.”

“You have no reason to believe that.”

“You’re avoiding the question, sweetheart.”

“I quite literally just answered you.”

She laughed through the bass of a particularly grating song, my head aching and stomach ripe with unspat bile. Following her gaze back, I noticed how she eyed up a tall, handsome stranger at the pool table, lip bit at the way his back arched over the edge. It was a picturesque, half-dim open sign framing his strong jaw like an incomplete halo.

It was then I found it high time I left for some air.

Finding my footing, I bid her farewell, finding a hasty set of numbers scrawled on that post-it after I’d snatched it back. They weren’t hers. The floorboards were more uneven tonight than they’d been a decade back, the mirrors bright and rusty. The balcony door, half-hidden behind the edge of the traditional bar area, seemed a reprieve from the heat and haze and sinking disgust in my gut.

Rick tipped his head at me, flicking ash off the end of his cigar. There was cinnamon on his lips, and I wondered if he’d been drinking too. His eyes were bloodshot behind seas of shining cerulean–it took me a moment to notice the old home phone off the wall and teetering on his shoulder. Past him, Vidia was already gone.

I left The Odyssey, brushing shoulders with an odd, suited man as I did. The corner he and his associates had overtaken when the night was younger was empty, and catching the light of those empty seats made something in my chest clench like my fists at my sides. I heard a muffled grumble. His face was grim and ashy, sunken-in like yellow-papered decay.

I made certain to let the foggy glass door click shut behind me, hollow eyes on my back.

Out in the fresh air of the night, I leaned against the rail, grateful for the lack of company yet feeling lonesome anyhow. Beyond my perch lay mostly-barren avenues and alleyways lit only by the pollution of streetlights. If I had better vision, perhaps I could see the lights of my old university–the very tallest of its buildings, at least. With a long drawl of a sigh, my head and stomach protested again, now-felt heartbeat linking the two as if I’d upset them both.

I took a sip of my shot. Strange, as I didn’t recall having brought another with me out here.

Vidia was a fool for forcing herself out onto the streets of this worn-out carcass of a place. There wasn’t beauty in the booze and sex and drugs she found so freeing; there was an immense sadness to it all, a longing for something fulfilling. How many Fridays would it take before she found this repetitive? How many Fridays would it take for her to realize that she’d fucked up?

I missed university. I missed the way Vidia and I used to huddle close in those beat-up dorms when it rained, back before we’d learned anything at all. Before she’d known who I was and why I always wore high-collared sweaters–before I’d known why she kept her hair loose and lips looser.

The years had been kind to her. Too kind.

I almost poured the rest of my beverage out into a potted tree in the corner, old leaves wilted from neglect and the season. But I thought better of it, letting the few drops of liquor dribble through the nooks and crannies of the vintage floor planks to who-knows-where. It was getting colder, the longer I pondered things, the hues of things a little off in my peripheral vision.

Maybe I had missed out on things back in my younger days. Still, I was here, and she was there, and I still had a fighting chance to be successful, courted or not. Love note or not. Vidia or Tamia or Archie or not. I trembled. There was a sun-bleached ashtray near the pathetic plant.

The man was there, too. His eyes were missing, and his sockets were darker than the sky.

I blinked, and he was gone.

I knocked the ashtray to the ground. On accident. On purpose.

My head hurt.

Was I…still scared?

The bar was a blur of color as I passed back through it. Pool man was gone. Vidia was gone. The men in the corner were gone. Rick was pacing and polishing that same goddamned glass he’d been fiddling with when I’d stepped away.

I didn’t think much after that.

…

Somehow I’d made it home, body all sprawled out on the couch and damp from a shower I surely must’ve taken. The television was off, and my head was cold from my hair and aching like a particularly nasty hangover. Whatever I’d consumed to do this to me was grounds for suing.

Across the room, Archie sat like a grotesque atop a pulled-out dining chair, royal and angry as if my being on the couch rather than in my bedroom upset him. He did not climb to my chest to sleep as he always has, instead gazing at me from beyond. The balcony door was still open, night just as dark as it’d been when I’d stepped foot in here, and I’d not the mind nor body to close it.

When exhaustion had finally pulled my weary mind under, I heard the distant cry of Archie’s yowling.

...

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starkerhowlter · 2 years

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Painful Flowers

Ship: starker

Rating: T

Contains: language, unknown assault of a third party

@starkerfestivals Summer Bingo 2022 fill: Soulmate tattoos

Words: 1221

Summary: Tony never believed in soulmates. That is, until now.

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(card, moodboard and fic under the cut)

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As always this work is beta'd by my favourite human in the world, @cozysafechaotic! Thank you so much for all you do, and for being the best human ever. Love you lots, squishbean! 💖

Also before we begin I wanna give a special shoutout to my squad in the Super Starkers Discord group chat! Without my sprinting goblins, these fics might not exist.

Tony Stark is one of the most badass bikers this side of Queens. Well, one of the most badass bikers with a flower tattoo on his heart. It's seriously messing with his street cred. No badass biker has a dainty thin marigold intertwined with a begonia on his chest. He needs it gone.

That's how he ended up here. In lower Queens on a tattoo chair at Winter's Ink. Bucky Barnes, the best tattoo artist around sits next to him holding the gun, ready to change the art on the man's chest. "Are you sure you want to try to do this?"

"Yes. Get rid of the fucking thing. I'd like to be perceived as a badass and not a sissy." Tony sits back, glancing down at the purple line art printed over his chest.

"Tony, there is nothing 'sissy' about having a flower soul mark. Steve and I have tattoos of stars. There's nothing badass about stars, Tony."

"But your love is written in the stars or whatever," Tony dismisses, "Let's do this!"

"Okay, but know I have never tattooed over soul marks before. I have only done the skin around it. I can't bring myself to do it!" Bucky tries, ignoring the sound of the front bell for a moment.

"Well, you are now. Do you know why? Fuck soulmates. My parents were "matchy-matchy" or whatever the fuck people call it and they fought the entire time. My father hated my mother and it was hell for everyone involved. Soulmates are stupid, it doesn't matter, and it's a myth. They're just birthmarks." Tony lays on his back, huffing out a breath.

He looks toward the counter, meeting eyes with the prettiest boy he's ever seen as Bucky preps the gun and pulls on a fresh pair of gloves.

"Hi, Mr Barnes! I have an order of flowers for you from Mr Rogers!"

"Hey, Peter. I can't come to get them, honey, I'm gloved in, but would you mind bringing them back to the counter?" The artist smiles, turning on the gun.

"Sure!" Peter steps behind the counter, picking up the container of yellow roses.

Just as he does, Bucky begins inking the wings over the marigold. Tony flinches as the gun passes over the stem of the flower, a long black line appearing in its wake. The sound of shattering glass fills the air, breaking his flinch. Bucky pulls back, thankful for his steady hands not messing up the line, and finds Peter doubled over, hand grasping at his heart. "FUCK!" The boy yelps and cries out. causing the older men to look at him confused.

"What was that?!" Bucky asks, setting the gun down and removing his black latex gloves. He stands up, carefully approaching the young florist. The boy tries righting himself, grabbing at his chest again, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I- I don't know! It feels like I was stabbed in the chest!"

"What? Are you okay?" Bucky attempts to help the kid step away from the broken glass and fallen flowers on the black and white floor.

"Clearly he's not okay, Buck. The kid's doubled over in pain!" Tony tries to move, feeling the pain of the tattoo all over again, just as Peter doubles back over.

The long-haired man leads Peter over to the black booth lining the wall. He pushes Peter's glasses back up on his nose and asks, "What happened, hun? I don't think Stevie requested you throw his flowers on the floor."

"I'm sorry! I will replace them before the end of the day! I just need a second, I didn't mean to drop them!" Peter covers.

"You're alright! Clearly something happened, but it's okay now." Bucky rises, washing his hands again, and re-preps to continue Tony's Tattoo. "If Tony's okay with it, you're more than welcome to hang here with us until you feel better.

"I'm fine with it. Just sit there and have a staring contest with me." Tony smiles and glances at Bucky, "Ready to go back to covering this up?"

"Yeah. Maybe Peter can talk you out of covering up your soulmark."

"You wanna cover your soulmark?!" Peter parrots, staring at Tony with offence. "Why would you want to get rid of it?"

"Let's just say I don't have good experience with it."

"Alright, get ready... Deep breath for me, T..." Bucky turns the gun back on, and brings it to the skin again, starting in a different place this time, closer to the man's pec. As though like clockwork, the moment that the gun reconnected with the skin around Tony's reactor, Peter's doubled over again. "Wait..." Bucky blinks a couple of times, touching the gun to the skin further away from his sternum, lining another section of the wings.

"What are you doing, Buck? Usually, you start on one side and work across." Tony murmurs lowly.

"I know, but watch him when I touch different places," Bucky whispers back. He touches the gun to the biker's chest, noting Tony's flinching and pain levels while also listening for the boy's pained cries.

"Hey, Peter? I have a weird question for you." Tony begins, knowing this could be the worst mistake of his life if he's wrong. The boy glances up, meeting Tony's brown eyes. eyebrows furrowed. "What is your soulmark?"

"I thought you didn't care about those. Also, that's kind of an invasive question." He replies, watching Bucky tattoo everywhere but the center of his chest, silently thanking the man for his mercy.

"I know, but humor me, I mean, I am getting hundreds of needle sticks into my chest repeatedly," Tony smirks, trying his best to give the boy a challenging look through his pained expression.

"It's nothing special, just two flowers around the center of my..." His word trail off when it connects in his head. "Wait." He unbuttons his shirt, showing the man the two flowers circling the center of his chest, about the size of the arc reactor in the other man's chest. "Holy fuck."

"Holy fuck is right. I guess that explains Bucky's question from earlier... it DOES pain your soulmate if you try to cover your tattoo."

"Hm. So, do you want to finish it?" Bucky asks, "I can work around the flowers... the ink isn't sticking to them anyway. It just lays on the surface and comes off whenever I wipe a towel on it."

"Sure, just work around them I guess. I'd hate to pain someone I'm looking at just because I'm vain."

"It'd probably help to get to know each other I suppose... I mean, you are my soulmate after all..."

“That’s probably a good idea. How about I take you out when we’re done here?” Tony offers, distracting himself from the sting of the gun against his chest.

“I’d be honored.” Peter smiles, “Hey, uh, Bucky? Do you happen to have a broom I can borrow so I can sweep up this mess?”

“In the back room, by the alley door. Help yourself!” Peter nods, disappearing into the staff area, leaving the two men to continue in silence.

“God dammit I guess I have to believe in soulmates after all…” Tony falls back against the chair, defeated.

“It would seem so.” The man smiles as Bucky laughs. Maybe flowers aren't so bad after all.

Thanks for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are VERY much appreciated!

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theheartbrokensystem · 1 year

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GUESS WHO'S BACK? I AM! SO HERE'S A NEW REF OF LAMB FOR Y'ALL! THIS IS A LONGASS POST BTW! (MY BABY HAS A MUSTACHE NOW :D)

Lamb Begonias reference sheet (V2)

Real name: Lamb Begonias

Boxer name: “Delicate Lamb”

Nicknames: Loverboy (Disco), Honeypie (Bob), "Little Lamb" (Jana)

He/They, Transgender man, Questioning

Has Autism, Depression, and PTSD

Age: 22

Bio parents: Havika Keomany (father) and Kalea Vongsay (mother)

Adoptive mother: Jana "Begonias" Albacete

Languages he knows: English (Primary), Spanish (Secondary), Laos, and Vietnamese (Speaks neither, but knows a bit of both.)

Voice claim: Fujin (Mortal Kombat series) voiced by Matthew Yang King

Jobs: Boxer and Sex worker

Nationality: Asian (Laos and Vietnamese)

Rank: Minor Circuit, #2

Record: 23 (Total fights), 17 (Wins), 5 (Wins by KO), 10 (Losses)

Stance: Southpaw

Height: 5'5

Weight: 139 lbs (63 kg)

Birthplace: Philadelphia, PA, USA

Birthday: February 6th, 1917

Bio: Lamb's a timid, compassionate, and easygoing man who loves socializing in contrast to his timid nature. He's always kind towards everyone, even to those who treat him horribly. But he does have a limit, and won't hesitate to be assertive. When it comes to other aspects of his life; he prefers to keep quiet about it, in fear of being ridiculed.

Likes:

Plushies

Sweets

The color pink

Cold weather

Tea

Quiet areas

The smell of essential oils

His pet Baba named "Sweetie" (seen here)

Dislikes:

Receiving physical contact w/o permission

Loud noises

Bright lights

Creeps/Pervs

Bland food (taste wise)

Strong perfume (sensory issue)

Clowns (phobia)

Paparazzi (sensory issue and they genuinely make him mad.)

Hobbies:

Drawing

Ballet

Crochet

Writing poetry

Boxer (started out as a hobby, became a job kinda.)

Heavy Metal singer

(OLD REFERENCE SHEET HERE)

{Regular moves}

Right jab: Lamb shakes his right hand before taking a jab at Little Mac.

Left jab: Lamb shakes his left hand before taking a jab at Little Mac.

Left hook: Lamb winds up his left arm counter clockwise before throwing a left hook at Little Mac.

Right hook: Lamb winds up his right arm counter clockwise before throwing a right hook at Little Mac.

Uppercut: Lamb stretches his arms before uppercutting Little Mac.

Taunt: Lamb awkwardly laughs and waves to the crowd. Then throws a left hook, right hook, and an uppercut; Little Mac can dodge all of these moves.

{Signature Moves}

Soft Flurry (Contender): Lamb takes a deep breath then unleashes slow yet powerful punches, Little Mac can dodge this move.

Wistful Fury (Title defense): Lamb sighs before unleashing all of his regular moves twice, and does two overheads at the end. Little Mac can dodge this move.

{Quotes}

When selected (Contender)

“Oh. Alright.“

“I’ll try my best.“

“It’s... my turn?“

When selected (Title Defense)

“I feel… bad about this.”

“I don’t want to do this, but I have to.”

“As you wish.“

{When attacking}

“Watch ya self!“ (Left jab)

“Try and keep up!“ (Right jab)

“C’mon! Step it up!“ (Left hook)

“C'mere!“ (Right hook)

“Gonna get cha!” (Uppercut)

{If Mac is hit}

“Did I hit too hard?”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry-”

“Sorry for hurting you!“

{If Little Mac’s attack misses}

“What?“ (Left/right jab)

“C'mon Mac, you're better than this!“ (Left hook)

“Don’t loose focus now!“ (Right hook)

“Huh?“ (Uppercut)

“What.” (Soft Flurry)

“You tried.“ (Wistful Fury)

{If Little Mac dodges}

“Good timing!“ (left/right jab)

“Great job!“ (Left/right hook)

“Smooth like butter, Mac!” (Left uppercut)

"What? How?" (Right uppercut)

Impressive, Mac!“ (Soft Flurry)

“You got a hawk’s eyes.“ (Wistful Fury)

{If hit by Little Mac}

“Good job, Mac!“

“You hit hard!“

“Caught me off guard!“

{Star Punch}

“Damn Mac!“

“That’s how you throw a punch!“

“Damn! You ain’t playing around!”

{If Star Punch is missed}

“You tried!“

“Better luck next time, Mac!“

“You lagged there, man!“

{Performing signature moves}

“Feel my flurry!“ (Soft Flurry)

“One flurry coming right up!“ (Soft Flurry)

“This will hurt me more than it’ll hurt you.“ (Wistful Fury)

“I promise I’ll make this quick.“ (Wistful Fury)

{If Little Mac is down}

“…Sorry about that Mac!“

“That look like it hurt… Ouch.“

“C’mon Mac! Up!“

“Don’t let me stop you Mac, c’mon!“

{KO/TKO Animations}

KO Animation: He slumps onto the ropes and gives Mac a thumbs up.

TKO Animation: He stumbles around before falling straight on his face.

{Victory Animations}

Contender Animation: He awkwardly laughs and stands there, while also looking back at Little Mac because he feels bad for him.

Title Defense: He doesn’t even say anything, he just stares at a defeated Little Mac and sadly sighs with his head down.

{Punch-Out!! Theme}

Lamb’s theme would be lo-fi, to fit his timid personality.

{Intermission}

Contender

“…Good fight Mac.”

“You got guts! I like that!”

“I like a challenge!”

“Doc Louis taught you good Mac, be proud of yourself!“

Title Defense

He won’t say anything during Title Defense, cause he’s stressed out, so he’ll just snuggle Sweetie.

{Doc Louis tips}

Contender

“He throws slow but powerful punches, careful kid!”

“Lamb spaces out from time to time, use that to your advantage!”

“His ‘Soft Flurry’ ain’t soft at all, remember that Mac!”

“He may be goin’ soft on you, don’t let that stop ya though!”

“What’s that fuzzy thing? Ya know what it is Mac?”

“Lamb’s knows what’s up! I taught you good, didn’t I Mac?“

Title Defense

“Something ain’t right Mac, you probably should go easy on him?”

“Careful of his 'Wistful Fury’ kid, dodge it whenever you can!”

“They still goin’ soft on you, guessing they really don’t wanna hurt ya.”

“At least that fuzzy thing is there to help them.”

“I think he feels bad for going up against you, kid.“

Relationships with the other boxers + Doc Louis

(Sorry if the relationship chart looks weird, I tried to squeeze all of the boxers in there. - Joey)

Punch-Out!! (Wii)

Little Mac: He treats Mac like a little brother, tends to spoil him a lot.

Doc Louis: Lamb sees him as a father figure, since his bio father wasn't there for him as a kid.

Glass Joe: They're train together often, even if Lamb doesn't understand French. He tries his best to make Joe happy.

Von Kaiser: They're best friends, as they've bonded over their traumatic experiences, and helped one another; when they were at their lowest points of their life.

Disco Kid: They're dating each other, so Lamb is lovey dovey with him. Disco is open about the relationship; he's cool with PDA from Lamb and Bob.

King Hippo: Lamb treats him with high respect cause of his "King" status. Though Hippo speaks in his native tongue, Lamb is learning to understand him.

Piston Hondo: Hondo and Lamb barely talk, but respect each other enough to have each others back.

Bear Hugger: Bear treats Lamb like a son, after Don told him about Lamb's past. Bear took upon himself to be there for Lamb whenever he can.

Great Tiger: Tiger helps Lamb with his memory problems, since Lamb suffers from memory loss due to his PTSD. Lamb helps Tiger with errands in return.

Don Flamenco: Don feels bad for Lamb after finding out about Lamb's past through gossip. Which is why Don tones down his ego around Lamb; so that Lamb doesn't feel self-conscious around him.

Aran Ryan: Lamb has a love/hate with Aran cause of Aran's teasing, however Aran grew to like Lamb. After Lamb admitted to enjoying Aran's antics.

Soda Popinski: Lamb does errands for him and spoils him with free drinks. Soda does the same in return.

Bald Bull: Like Hondo, they barely talk. but respect each other enough to have each others back. Since they both hate the paparazzi.

Super Macho Man: They're friends, since Lamb sponsors Macho's stuff. But their relationship became complicated; as Macho caught feelings for Lamb. On the other hand, Lamb is aware. But prefers if they'd stay friends.

Mr. Sandman: They're friends, Sandy's unaware of Lamb's crush on him. So whenever Sandy looks at or speaks to him, Lamb gets all shy.

Punch-Out!! (SNES)

Birdie Mac: Like Mac, he also spoils Birdie and treats him like a little brother.

Gabby Jay: They're friends, Gabby gives advice to Lamb whenever he needs it.

Piston Hurricane: Piston and Lamb are friends, as they met through Lamb's other job place. Piston works as a body guard there. (Lamb's a sex worker.)

Bob Charlie: Like Disco, they're also dating. Lamb is lovey dovey with him too; Bob doesn't mind PDA from Lamb or Disco. Bob on the other hand; is quiet about the relationship, but likes dropping hints just to tease people.

Dragon Chan: They're friends, but sometimes Dragon's competitive spirit makes Lamb doubt himself a lot. In which, Dragon isn't aware of.

Masked Muscle: They barely talk, but they're chill with each other.

Heike Kagero: Lamb and him are best friends, Heike met Lamb through Disco and got along quick. Since Disco and Heike were friends before Lamb came around.

Mad Clown: Lamb stays away from him, due to his fear of clowns.

Narcis Prince: Lamb and Narcis are exes on good terms, yet Narcis misses being with him though. But he's happy for Lamb either way.

Hoy Quarlow: They have a grandfather/son relationship, Hoy spoils Lamb cause he feels guilty. As Hoy knows Lamb's bio parents and is aware that they aren't great.

Rick Bruiser: They're gym buddies who train together sometimes, nothing more than that.

Nick Bruiser: Like Narcis, they're exes on good terms too. But nobody knows how they even got together, not even Rick knows. (Forgot to add this to Lamb's relationship chart.)

What others think of him

Punch-Out!! (Wii)

Little Mac: "I like him, he's super nice."

Doc Louis: "He may be shy, but once you get to know him, he's a great guy!"

Glass Joe: "Lamb est un bon ami, il est toujours si attentionné envers tout le monde. Même si je ne comprends pas très bien l'anglais."

(Translation: "Lamb is a good friend, he's always so caring towards everyone. Even if I don't understand English that well.")

Von Kaiser: "We've bonded over our experiences with PTSD and comforts me whenever I experience an episode, I think he's a nice guy."

Disco Kid: "Lamb's sweet like honey and people immediately stick to him, that's what I love about him!"

King Hippo: "He is worthy of respect, for his compassion soothes those around him."

Piston Hondo: "I respect him and he respects me, that is all."

Bear Hugger: "He's always so friendly! How can you not like him?"

Great Tiger: "Lamb has a pure heart, people continue to wound his heart. Yet, he manages to stand strong"

Don Flamenco: "Lamb? Oh, I think he's nice. Poor boy been through a lot though."

Aran Ryan: "Lamby boy? He's a wimp, he's too nice! But a lil' kindness won't kill me though. Don't tell em' I said that!"

Soda Popinski: "Lamb's a kind lad, I like him."

Bald Bull: "He has my back, I have his."

Super Macho Man: "That Lamb dude? Oh, he's radical!"

Mr. Sandman: "Lamb's a nice guy, I don't understand why he gets all flustered around me though."

Punch-Out!! (SNES)

Birdie Mac: "Lamb always spoils me and Mac cause we're like his lil brothers, I don't mind it though."

Gabby Jay: "Lamb's a nice lad, always manages to make anyone smile."

Piston Hurricane: "He's cool, I hate how people take advantage of him for being too nice though."

Bob Charlie: "Lamb's such a sweetheart, he's always lookin' out for those he cares about."

Dragon Chan: "He may be timid, but I know he has potential in his heart."

Masked Muscle: "Lamb's a cool guy."

Heike Kagero: "He's an angel, I don't understand how some people can be so mean to him."

Mad Clown: "I get why he's scared of me? But like, Lamb bursts into tears whenever he sees me. Geez."

Narcis Prince: "Lamb's a nice fellow, but I miss what we had all those months ago..."

Hoy Quarlow: "He's a kind soul. Yet, he masks his sadness and pain."

Rick Bruiser: "He's kind of a wuss, but he means well."

Nick Bruiser: "Lamb's nice and cute."

Going into depth about Lamb's Autism, Depression and PTSD

[Lamb's Autism]

Lamb was diagnosed with Autism by the age of 4, Lamb in his childhood was selectively mute and preferred to be alone. But as he grew older he had to adapt with living with his needs not being met, so he had to leave his comfort zone a lot; such as being forced to go to places w/ bright lights and constant noise.

Lamb's stims: Flapping hands, rocking back and forth, humming, and feeling his clothes. Lamb likes: Compression, doughy textures (food), soft textures (clothing) and cold places. Lamb's triggers: Loud noises, bright lights, crowds, tight clothes, and unwanted physical touch (If you wanna hug him, ask first.) What are Lamb's meltdowns like?: Lamb cries uncontrollably, pulls his hair a lot, and hates confrontation. So he runs away to find a place to isolate himself.

[Lamb's Depression]

Lamb was diagnosed with Depression at the age of 14, after his bio mother kept complaining about his outbursts and how he always isolated himself from his parents.

What's Lamb like when depressed?: Lamb becomes numb (as in emotionally blunt kinda numb), more irritable, tends to zone out, and seems distant when people try to talk to him. When he's experiencing a depressive episode, he's in this constant state of like "the things that make him happy can't even cheer him up" kinda sad; and Lamb has no energy to do anything. Including eating and bathing, his depressive episodes can last up to 3 to 5 weeks.

[Lamb's PTSD]

Lamb was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) at the age of 14, after experiencing neglect from his bio parents and an traumatic incident that happened to him when he was 7.

The cause of Lamb's PTSD: Neglect from his bio parents and the incident. What triggers his PTSD episodes?: The word "gentle" used around him w/o context. Coping mechanisms: Laughing in uncomfy situations, isolating himself, and sleeping a lot.

More info about Lamb

Lamb's presence calms animals.

He collects rocks for fun, he thinks they're neat.

Lamb likes to rearrange things by color.

He has a fascination with cheese, he knows all about cheese.

Lamb daydreams to cope with stress, besides sleeping.

He has a high pain tolerance, but has a bad immune system so he gets sick easily.

#punch out #Punch out oc #Lamb Begonias #Joeyydrawss

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