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minervahopebeyond · 4 years

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Blood Petals.

Hi!! Oh I really hope you like this one💕💕 The end of the sixth book is near ✨ Tell me what you thought!

Ps. I’ve checked but sorry if you find any errors in this one

Chapter 26: June 5th.

Harry couldn't shake the feeling that being with Ginny was good. And the question was: if it's good then what's the problem? Well, he had expected it to be great.  He had expected it to be this earth-shattering moment when he finally got to kiss her... And yes, he was really happy and it felt right to kiss her, but that was just it. Her hair was nice, her lips were soft, she was fun, and he really care for her... But why did he have this feeling of emptiness? What did he felt like it was not enough?

This was exactly why he didn't want to make a move on her. Now he found himself dating Ginny and he couldn't even talk to Ron about how he felt, because it was his sister. At least he had that one talk with Draco about it...

Harry tried to resist the urge to open the map that was in the pocket of his robe. He was checking on the blond boy too bloody often. Hermione had already told him off for it, saying that it was an invasion of his privacy and that it wasn't right. He knew it was borderline stalker behavior at this point. He knew it all and still he couldn't stop himself from checking the map before he fell asleep, just to see if Malfoy was spending the night with Nott. The answer to that question was usually yes and the green-eyed boy found himself experiencing an uncomfortable pull on his stomach each time.

Since he could not stop himself from checking the map at night, he had started to restrict himself from checking it during the day. Mostly he could manage it. Maybe. Sometimes. At least he didn't check on it all the time.

He was at the Great hall with Hermione and Ron, they were hanging out, when Parkinson and Zabini approached them and sat beside them.

"The super secret meeting starts now. Granger close your book, this is more important." said the petit girl with her bossy tone.

The three of them looked at her, confused expressions on their faces.

"Where is Draco?" He asked, arching and eyebrow.

"Dragon is rather occupied right now, which is perfect because we don't need him listening to this."

Harry glanced around the Great hall to see if , by any chance, Nott was around. He wasn't, of course he wasn't. ‘Occupied seems to be a synonymous of shagging apparently'.

"Yeah, no. I'm not hiding things or lying to the ferret, learned my lesson."

"Ronald, don't be ridiculous. This must be because Draco's birthday it's on Friday."

"Indeed, Granger." Parkinson replied.

"Every year we have a big party in the common room but he said that he didn't feel like it this year... So, we were thinking that maybe we could do something, the seven of us. Vince and Greg are in a weird place with Draco right now so they are not coming."

Seven. Of course, Nott was going to be there.

"We can use the Room of Requirement and hang out there. It's kind of like a surprise party." Zabini explained to them.

His best friends seemed delighted with the idea, Harry was just thinking that he could barely stand to look at the brunette, much less exist in the same fucking place for a few hours.

He was too distracted with his own thoughts, that he didn't realize that Parkinson had asked him a question.

Hermione pushed him a little to make him snap out of it.

“What?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

“You are coming, right?”

Well, he didn’t want to. At least, not with Nott there. But Draco did all these amazing things for Harry on his birthday...

“Yeah.”

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Friday morning, the golden trio found themselves having breakfast at the Slytherin table.

Harry had an argument with Ginny the previous night because he was going to spend breakfast and dinner with the Slytherins. It was the most ridiculous fight ever.

“I’m just saying that it seems too much. You are doing the party for something.” She stated as if what she was saying was the most logical thing in the world.

“That’s kind of the point, the party is a surprise. He just asked us to have breakfast with him.” The girl didn’t seemed convince though, but she chuckled anyway.

“It’s so weird that you are friends. I thought it was creepy when he and Ron started to hang out...but the fact that it’s you makes it even worst.”

Harry frowned and didn’t answer her. He was kind of waiting for her to notice that he didn’t like what she said. It was useless, the girl just kissed him like the conversation hadn’t even happen.

Everyone was giving Malfoy their presents. A book from Mione, make-up from Parkinson, a very fancy scarf from Zabini and a chess set from Ron. Malfoy smiled at each present and said that it wasn’t necessary. Harry new that the translation of that statement was: ‘I’m dying, stop spending money.’

He hated that the boy was actually having sex with the love of his life and, still, he was sick. It was like a cruel joke: first the argument was that he wouldn’t ever look at the blond because he was a guy; and now the thing was that they had this ‘physical relationship’ that didn’t involve feelings.

How could Malfoy have sex with Nott without feelings? But Harry knew that Draco did have feelings and Nott was the twat who took advantage of that. What a fucking prick.

His present was in the pocket of his robe. He didn’t want to give it to Malfoy in front of everyone. It was just this stupid thing that the blond boy would get. He had bought it on the last trip to Hogsmade as a joke, and then he decided that maybe it wasn’t an awful birthday gift.

When they started to walk to class, Harry grabbed Draco’s arm to make them go behind the rest of the group. The blond boy stared at him confused as he slowed his pace.

The green-eyed boy took the little package from his robe and extended his hand to give it to him.

“Happy birthday...” He said as the Malfoy took the gift in his hands. “It’s kind of stupid but I thought you might like it.”

Harry wished he would blush from embarrassment around him. Ron just kept sending this looks when he did.

The blond boy ripped of the paper and stared at the little remembrall in his hand. Wide eyed, a soft smile appearing on his face.

He thought, for a moment, that Draco had coughed, maybe because of the way his chest rose up... but no petals came out, and then the boy smiled widely at him. Harry couldn’t articulate a single thought.

“Thank you, Harry.”

He said it. He called Harry by his given name without him asking him to.

The blond boy put the little ball on his pocket and kept walking to class with a very good mood.

The green-eyed boy was too dumbfounded to even respond.

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Everyone was already in the Room of Requirement. Well, everyone except for Malfoy and Nott.

Apparently the plan was that the brunette could get him to the room without rising suspicions. Harry just snorted when Zabini said that.

The place was decorated with green. It didn’t look like the Slytherin common room but it was pretty close to it. There were couches and a fireplace.

On the corner of the room there was a stereo, that was an specific request from Harry himself. He had asked for the Cd’s to Draco, saying that he wanted to listen to them for a while, and the blond boy gave them to him without complaining.

The room was silent except for the sound of their voices. Then, they heard someone walking into the room, so they shut their mouths.

“Don’t take the blindfold off until I say so.” Nott said as he guided him to the center of the room, where the rest of them were.

“Theodore, If you are not naked when I take this off, I’m going to be pissed.” The blond boy said in a playful tone.

Harry felt the pull in his stomach again. They were interrupting. They shouldn’t be here... They should leave them to do that and celebrate Malfoy’s birthday alone. The rest of his friends were fighting not to laugh.

“Now.”

And Draco screamed in excitement when he saw them standing there.

“I’ve never had a surprise party before!” His smile was so bright that Harry couldn’t help but to stare.

The party went by between impressions of the professors, anecdotes from years before and sometimes a game of ‘would you rather’, which entailed Malfoy asking something totally ridiculous and Harry refusing to answer.

At some point, Draco said that listening to Queen on the background was a waste, choose one of the Albums and turned up the volume.

Zabini and Parkinson danced with him, maybe at some point Hermione did too (even if it was for a short period of time). Ron and him were sitting on the couch with Nott beside them, watching them dance.

‘Don’t stop me now’ came on and the blond boy jumped in his place, happy. Then, he turned around and walked over to where they were, determined.

“You are dancing with me, come on.” He said to the brunette at the other end of the couch.

“Why?” The prick asked.

Malfoy just pushed his hair back and smirked at the boy.

“Because it’s my birthday and I’m asking you to.”

Harry hated that they had this weird way of communicating with each other. Like there was always something that only those two could understand, even if they were having the conversation in front of everyone and not in a subtle way.

Nott stood up and walked towards to where the boy was dancing before, waiting for the blond boy to follow.

“I think Nott actually likes him.” He heard his best friend say. “I just wish this would be faster, I want him to be cured already.” And Harry only nodded at that.

Of course he wanted Draco to be cured... but, at the same time, he couldn’t see Malfoy marring Nott. Being happy for ever and ever... No, Harry looked at them and wished he would not know. He wished he wouldn’t even understand how deep the blond boy loved that prick.

‘I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah

Two hundred degrees

That's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit

I'm traveling at the speed of light

I wanna make a supersonic woman of you’

Nott clearly knew how to dance, he lead Malfoy into the twirls he wanted, and everything seemed to be done with such ease, such familiarity... The pull in his stomach got worst.

‘Don't stop me, don't stop me

Don't stop me, hey, hey, hey

Don't stop me, don't stop me

Ooh ooh ooh, I like it’

The smile in Draco’s face was huge, Harry thought that he never saw him so care free around people. Maybe with Padfoot and not always.

‘Don't stop me, don't stop me

Have a good time, good time

Don't stop me, don't stop me, ah

Oh yeah

Alright’

The guitar solo started and maybe it was because of the song, maybe it was because they didn’t care about people watching, or maybe they just wanted to: Nott and Malfoy kissed.

It was brief, like the kiss you give to someone you are going to be kissing later, but it was so intimate...

And then, Harry had an earth-shattering realization.

Every moment he ever lived with the blond boy passed in front of his eyes. Every fight, every banter through the years. The department of Mysteries. Their summer at Grimmauld. The Patronus lesson...

Their talks, his grey eyes, the way that his nose wrinkled when he saw something he didn’t like. His blond hair pushed back, his hair messy in the mornings at Grimmauld. Malfoy cooking, his right cheek covered in flour.

Draco mocking Ron, laughing with Parkinson, resting his head on Zabini’s shoulder, him talking about theory of magic with Hermione.

‘Harry, you can’t keep looking at Draco on the map. It’s getting creepy.’

‘Can we NOT talk about the ferret for like an hour?’

‘Yes, because this is NOT a lame attempt of getting him to talk to you.’

‘Ohhh! Are you finally admitting that you like him?? This is awesome!’

It felt like falling. Harry didn’t know if he wanted to cry from happiness or from sadness.

It felt like falling and the blond boy was smiling to the love of his life in front of him.

It felt like falling and Harry was dating someone he definitely wasn’t in love with.

It felt like falling and he knew it was impossible for Draco to love someone else, someone other than him.

It felt like falling but Harry just stayed there, frozen in place, looking at Draco dancing with someone else.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #prongsfoot

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aqvarius · 4 years

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Masquerade Kiss: Do Bad Girls Like to Self-pleasure? Kazuomi Shido - otona love - chapter 2 summary/translation

sorry this is coming out a little later than i anticipated. i bought and read the entire story in advance to get a sense of the length but my strategy backfired and now after reading it, i find translating more tiring since i already know what happens lol. but there were requests for me to keep translating so naturally i had to do it. once again, i’ve placed a cut because this translation is long and image-heavy, so make sure to click the “keep reading” to see the full chapter.

you can read the previous chapter here, where kazuomi accidentally sees you doing ~something~ to yourself under the sheets...

you’ve told him to take a shower and you’re moving under the bedsheets.

feelings that he can’t remember [feeling before] well up in kazuomi at the sight of what looks like you pleasuring yourself.

“...was there a problem with how we make love?”

“i thought i satisfied both your body and soul...”

however, looking at it now, it seems like that’s not the case. perhaps you’re taking care of yourself because you’re unfulfilled or dissatisfied with his actions.

“i thought your reaction in bed last night was more than sufficient”

he thinks maybe he should have been more relaxed/taken things easier, and not just in bed. maybe he should have listened to you vent out all your work stress?

“sensitivity comes from daily heart-to-hearts...”

basically he’s saying that the connection between you two is strengthened through daily everyday communication ughaskjlsd kazuomi is so sensitive and romantic i can’t deal.

“certainly, i’ve been so busy these days that we haven’t had time to meet,” he thinks, but didn’t realise that it would have such have such a direct effect. this kind of thing has never happened to him before, so he’s unusually confused.

“is my love not being conveyed enough...?”

to calm himself down, he quietly closes the door so you won’t notice him.

you tell him you need to leave early this morning. taking your turn after him, you’ve had a quick shower and got ready in no time.

“...the mood is pretty awkward”

he wonders if you noticed what he saw, or maybe you’re just embarrassed after doing ‘that activity”.

you’re about to leave, but he says

“whoa, can’t i get a goodbye kiss?”

(there’s that cheeky おっと again)

“ah... yes...” you say, and stretch up, holding onto his shoulder to get closer to him. you usually kiss him for longer, but today it’s just a quick one. you tell him you’ll contact him again. he takes a sip of his completely cold coffee, thinking back on what you did yesterday.

“...i didn’t make any mistakes. everything should have been perfect”

“and yet, she still wasn’t satisfied...”

he had completely no idea. frowning over his cold coffee, he gets up.

anyway we’re at the club now and i’m just laughing at the background because this is the first time i’ve seen it so large (since i’m reading on my laptop) and look at how many couples are inexplicably here together? also that random couple on the second table which is mirrored in the next one lmao. and having pole dancers and cancan dancers next to each other with the musicians at the top of the stage... what kind of club do the three musketeers run...

“that night, i was at the usual place with yuzu and kei.”

he’s eating the food that’s being brought in, but the sights that he saw the other day won’t leave his head. (i’m a bit confused by the wording of this because didn’t it happen just this morning?)

kei: “how are things? kazuomi”

kazu: ahh... well...

they were making plans for a “secret room” for the new resort he’s developing. it’s progressing without any problems, but honestly that’s not the issue right now.

kei: ...kazuomi?

yuzuru: “you’re very absent minded”

kazuomi thinks that you’re feeling lonely* because you haven’t seen each other for a while. he wonders if you’ve been self-pleasuring in that way in the meantime.

*honestly i can’t tell whether or not he think you’re feeling lonely or if he’s feeling lonely bc there are no possessive pronouns lol.

so in the meantime [that you’re apart] he might have become not enough. in that case, the issue after all is the time when you can’t meet. (basically that the issue is that you don’t get to spend enough time together).

he thinks about that melty face you get in bed.

“up until now, there hasn’t been a woman i haven’t satisfied.”

the confusion he felt this morning gradually disappeared, and now he’s filled with the feeling of being faced with a new challenge. “if that’s the case, how do i satisfy her?” he wonders. he declares (in his head) that he’ll satisfy you to the point where you can’t live without him.

kei: “hm? are you planning something fun again?”

kazu: does it seem like that?

yuzuru: “when you have that look on your face, you usually are”

kazu thinks that it seems that it did show on his face.

yuzu: so, what is it that you’re going to do?

kazu: nah, it’s not a big deal

kei: you’re grinning while saying “it’s not a big deal”? you’re not fooling anyone

“talking to you guys is annoying”

(bruh lmao)

kei: hmm, now i definitely want to hear

yuzu: usually you cause trouble by yourself, but i like to be entertained too occasionally

kazu: don’t i always entertain you?

kei: well, it’s as yuzu says, the one who causes the most trouble is kazuomi

kazu: you guys never change (? not sure if i translated that right)

he thinks something about the fact that they’re poking fun at him.

kazu: actually, this time...

when he tells them what he saw, kei’s eyes widen slightly.

kei: “hmm. so mc-san** masturbates even when kazuomi’s there”

**i finally changed my name to my usual キラ but he’s basically saying your name there so i’ll use mc to refer to “your name”

yuzu: is that why you were so absent minded?

kazu: even up until now, i’ve never experienced this kind of trial the day after embracing someone

“there are countless women who have pleasured themselves during the times when we can’t meet”

(lmao!!!)

kei: well i’ll neither agree nor disagree with that... so, what conclusion have to come to as to why mc-san did “that”?

(i’m actually not 100% on what he said but i think that’s what he means through context)

kazu: i’m stumped because i have no idea

kazu: well, strongly speaking(?), i’ve been so busy lately that i couldn’t look after her***

***he means this in the emotional sense, like he hasn’t had time to worry about her concerns/really care for her

kei: but you met her in person and satisfied/appeased her, didn’t you?

kazu: that was my intent

yuzu: in other words, she wasn’t as satisfied as you thought

(bro why you gotta be so blunt lol)

“...are you trying to make me depressed by treating me like i’m seeing you for a consultation?”

yuzu: i didn’t say anything about getting a consultation

kazuomi unintentionally smiles wryly while taking a sip of champagne.

kazu: anyway, that’s the main reason ... have i not said enough? (i think basically he’s wondering if he and his mc haven’t been talking enough)

kei: to mc-san? i think you’ve said plenty. when mc-san came to masquerade just recently, you were murmuring so affectionately it was annoying.

yuzu: “yeah. the things you said were nauseating”****

****set his teeth on edge - literally make his teeth float

kazu: what words...? i don’t understand what you mean since i normally say them unconsciously

(lmao!! kazuomi is a natural cheeseball)

kei: in kazuomi’s case, i urge women to breathe (no idea what this means: kei says “息するように女性を口説くからね” if anyone can help)

“sorry but my only partner is mc now”

yuzu: “do you want a consultation? [or] do you [just] want to brag?”*****

*****惚気: speaking fondly of a love one, praising/bragging about one’s spouse

after all that, the cause of mc’s “~activity~” was still unknown.

aaand that’s the end of chapter 2! i really like the direction this story is going in. i think a lot of people’s fantasies are that he would find it really hot but honestly kazuomi just wants to fully monopolise and satisfy his lover. tbh i’d be hella insecure if i had sex with my bf and then he went to go jack off again after lol. it was really cute seeing slightly insecure kazuomi but of course i love seeing him bounce back and treat it as a challenge, as he always does with everything in life, but especially with his mc. it was really fun getting to see some quality banter between the three “S”es, although it was a nightmare to translate some of it... i did learn some new slang tho.

i hope you enjoyed this chapter! please let me know what you think is going to happen. if you want to read more of my translations from voltage’s otona love, you can read my completed translation of soma’s super steamy “not the story of your first night” (chapter one here) or check out my translations page.

i’ve set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!

click here for chapter 3

#kazuomi shido #voltage smut #otona love #otkoi #summary #translation #voltage #voltage inc #voltage otome #otome game #otome blog #otome romance #love 365 #love 365 find your story #マスカレード・キス〜危険な駆け引き〜#獅堂和臣

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ultrakeystotheheartblog · 6 years

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The Trees Have Eyes: Chapter 5

New Characters

Chapter 4

A/N: Hello!! Sooo, this is much shorter than usual, and is more about characters than plot, but I hope you enjoy it ♥♥♥ Also, I’m super excited and can’t wait for you all to read the next chapter. It’s gonna introduce a whole load of characters. And by a whole load, I mean like 8 of them. It’s going to be a good one lol.

So, happy holidays everyone!! And a happy new year :D

Translation: None.

Warning: Mostly angst for the sole reason of character development, but it get’s kinda sweet near the end. For like…a second.

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You’d gotten used to uncomfortable car rides in the last few days, but it only takes a few seconds to realize that this particular one….might actually be the death of you.

Isaac knocks his head against the ceiling for a second time, as he tries to fold himself more neatly into the backseat of the car, awkwardly positioning his legs in the tight space. He looks a little uneasy, fingers slipping through the holes of the mesh that separates the front from the back, his grip tightening when he shifts in his seat to try and find a more comfortable position.

He huffs–seeming to give up all pretense of relaxation–and chooses to just slump against the window instead, staring out at the night landscape of city buildings and bright street lights. Long, fleeting shadows slide across his face, the distorted lines falling away as Parrish’s patrol car peels out from the hospital parking lot.

“So, what exactly is a Hellhound?” Isaac asks, nose crinkling at the lingering smell of smoke in the air.

The deputy tenses and doesn’t say anything, staring straight ahead at the road. Kira is leaning back against the passenger seat, eyes closed and katana resting across her lap, and she shifts to peek at the side of his face. Isaac is already eyeing Parrish carefully. You feel the familiar pressure of static in the back of your mind, the same noise that’s been awakened since entering Beacon, and you close your eyes trying to listen through it–to see if you can hear that strange code again.

There’s something faint, just out of reach, and before you can focus more strongly on it, there’s something pushing back–hesitant–dancing around the edges of your mind like its waiting for permission. Then there’s the flash of fiery eyes, slits of orange flames that blink open in the darkness behind your closed lids. The image is jolting, your eyes watering at the intensity of the flames before they fly open in alarm.

“Deputy Parrish?” You say around a catch in your throat, unsure whether you’re trying to get his attention or just want to ask him what the hell that was–but you’re mostly relieved when your voice doesn’t tremble. Isaac glances at you though, uncertain as to why you’d just made such a strangled sound. Parrish is visibly startled himself, and he hunches over the wheel, eyes flashing up to yours in the rear-view mirror. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he’s blinking fast–as if he’s just been ripped from his thoughts too soon and needs a moment to escape the dizzying haze.

It takes less than a minute.

Parrish clears his throat and looks away, “Exactly what it sounds like. A harbinger of death.”

That name startles you, and you suck in a sharp breath of air, trying to ignore the confused look Isaac cuts you. Hadn’t Noori mentioned that name to you before? You think, recalling the way Meredith’s deep gaze burned with a reverence you were still struggling to understand. When she came to you in your dream–a banshee with a warning. A harbinger. Kira eyes are the next to lock with yours in the rear-view mirror, and you try to regulate your breathing, gaze dropping awkwardly to stare at the back of the driver’s seat. She noticed your reaction too.

“A what?” You ask quietly–hurriedly–wanting to be sure you heard it right through all the confusing static in your head. You’re finding it harder to push it back here. Parrish doesn’t repeat it though, sighing instead before beginning to elaborate.

“It’s–a guardian of the Supernatural….” He starts, taking one hand off the wheel to tug at the collar of his singed uniform for emphasis. He sounds as though he almost wants to laugh despite the situation, the hitched catch in his tone seeping with frustration. “Who happens to catch on fire.”

“Oh right, of course.” Isaac deadpans, tucking his hands casually behind his head and then leaning back to stare up at the ceiling. “You must go through a lot of pants.” He adds more thoughtfully.

Kira stifles a giggle with the palm of her hand, and you feel that annoying, embarrassed heat begin to rise in your face when you’re not as fast, your amused snort very clearly heard in the small space of the car. But Parrish doesn’t seem to care much–his laugh light and warm, bouncing to the backseat in a burst of sound.

“More than you know.” He quips back. The tense rigidness in his shoulders deflates immediately–in what you hope is relief–hands loosening on the wheel as he relaxes back into his seat, and you begin to wonder just how long he’s been doing this; being both a deputy and a harbinger, human and supernatural protector. Balancing both sides of his nature as he teeters on the edge of each world. You figure it can be exhausting–existing like that. Feeling responsible for things you might not even fully understand yet.

And you get it–that drifting, stomach turning feeling, like you’re about to plunge right of the side of a very steep cliff at any moment’s notice–and you’re already weary of your role in all this, a shepherd meant to keep that balance too.

Or so the Skinwalkers say.

Did that mean you’re the same? A harbinger of death? It would make sense, you think, considering the odd connection with Parrish back at the hospital and then earlier–with the girl in your dream. Even the ghosts that seem drawn to you no matter the place. You find yourself pushing down a stab of panic in your gut, already afraid of what that could mean in the days to come, and you can’t help but regret being so eager to find out. The deputy peeks at you through the rear-view mirror again, eyes sharp as he watches you.

Kira braces herself easily, with one hand on dashboard, when Parrish takes a sharp turn onto a wider, more busy street, turning to look at you with a kind smile. “It’s sort of the same idea as a Kitsune.” She explains, drawing your eyes towards the katana still sitting in her lap when she pats it a few times, without seeming to really think about it. It’s a gesture that almost appears fond, her gaze darting to a thoughtful looking Parrish.

You briefly wonder if the sword is merely something of a comfort for her to have, especially with the threat of a looming doomsday soon to descend upon you, or if there’s another reason entirely for the clear affection. You look between Kira and Parrish curiously, wanting to better understand.

“As in possession?”

Kira tilts her head as though thinking it through more seriously, eyebrows furrowed. “Well, it’s a little more complicated, I think.”

Parrish glances at you over his shoulder, expression lighting up at some faraway memory once he turns effortlessly onto a winding side street–like he’s gone this route to the Sheriff’s station a 100 times over–the first narrow curve nearly launching your stomach into your throat. “A friend of mine helped with some research, when we were trying to figure out what was happening to me at the beginning. I’d lose hours in a day–black out and wake up without any memory."

He goes quiet for a moment, charming smile drooping just the slightest at the corners of his mouth, and it paints a more lonely look to his features than you expected. It surprises you–saddens your heart–and you have the urge to reach out to him in some way, unsure if you can even repeat what happened at the hospital.

But it works.

You can suddenly feel his inner turmoil like a hand compressing your chest, the pressure strong enough through your odd connection to squeeze the breath out of you. Does this work both ways? You find yourself thinking through the burst of emotion. You don’t realize that you’ve started to cry at all, until your vision goes blurry.

Though you’re quick to notice–embarrassingly enough–that Isaac is watching you, his bewildered gaze sweeping over your form in a way that confuses you at first. But then with a rush of warmth you understand–He’s looking for injuries. When Isaac realizes that you’ve caught him, he blushes heavily in the dark, ears glowing pink, and turns away as nonchalantly as he can manage, focusing his attention solely on Parrish.

"Fire didn’t hurt me.” The deputy continues sullenly, sounding clearly upset at whatever surfacing memory accompanies that revelation.

Isaac leans forward in interest at that, elbows digging into his thighs. He has one hand to his mouth, long fingers drumming against the tight line of his lips as he regards Parrish. Isaac narrows his eyes, and asks the question you had been too shy to even think of bringing up. “How did you figure that out?”

“The Deadpool.” Parrish manages to get out, pausing as though weighing his words carefully. “One of my co-workers…trapped me in a car and tried to burn me alive–but…it didn’t exactly take.”

Isaac nods like he expected that very answer and sits back again. He looks troubled as he explains, an angry bite to his tone. “Chris mentioned that once–said a lot of innocent people got hunted down. For the reward money.”

You wipe at your eyes with the heel of your palm, just as Kira swivels around in her seat to shoot Isaac a quick, displeased frown, gesturing to you with a tiny tilt of her head. He crosses his arms and sinks back farther into his seat, lips pursed like a dejected child. You would have probably laughed in any other situation.

You blink away any remaining tears however, appreciating both Kira’s concern and attempt at shielding you from the ugly truth of the supernatural world…and it’s relation to the human one you’ve known for all of your life. But you know that you’re going to have to get used to it now–considering you had been newly tossed into the unknown as a supernatural creature yourself.

“Deadpool? Like a hit list?” You ask at last.

“For supernatural creatures.” Kira clarifies for you quietly, looking horribly sick at the notion. “Some names were worth millions of dollars.”

Parrish rolls back his shoulders as though he’s trying to steady himself, and holds up a hand, spreading out his fingers with a tiny wiggling motion. “Five for me.” He reveals, keeping his tone light despite the awful topic. Isaac’s eyes go comically wide.

“Well shit, dude.”

Parrish can’t help but chuckle at the exclamation, setting his hand back on the wheel. “Just another day in Beacon Hills.”

“Geez, Danny wasn’t kidding about this place.” You mutter in disbelief, already missing your friend more than you could have imagined. And now you were separated from Noori too, for the time being at least, which is enough to worry you tremendously–especially the more you think about the dark history of Beacon Hills. Please don’t get into any trouble, You think miserably. Not here. Isaac regards you with a strange, perplexed look–a questioning expression which leaves you just as bewildered.

“Mahealani? You know Danny?”

You arch an eyebrow at him, “I guess you do too.”

“We were on the same lacrosse team–at the high school.” He declares, sounding both nostalgic and unusually…hesitant as he recalls his time there. There’s a spark of indecision in his eyes–as if he’s unsure how much he should truly tell you about his past. But he seems to come to a decision soon enough, gaze dropping guiltily to his lap.

“He was nice.” Isaac concludes with a vague shrug of his shoulders.

“He is.” You agree gently, smiling at him when he gathers enough courage to peek up at you. “He’s been a really good friend to have. I don’t think I could’ve–”

You have to stop yourself from rambling on about your own troubles–too caught up in the pleasant moment–and forcibly swallow down the rest of your sentence. You find it important to remind yourself that you’d only just met these people, and there was no need to scare them off quite yet. So you fumble for a way to go about changing the subject, settling on imitating what Isaac had done earlier–turning your attention to a third party.

“Uh, anyway…” You begin, directing everyone’s focus back to the deputy with a small gesture in his direction. “What else did you and your friend find out?”

Parrish picks up the conversation easily enough, launching into a more elaborate explanation as he slows the patrol car, idling behind a white pick-up truck that’s stopped for a red light. “That Hellhounds are beings beyond the veil of life and death, who can possess vessels on Earth. The one with me called itself Cerberus. We sort of….merged ourselves together eventually, so I could have a more–” He hums in thought, searching for the right word. “–conscious use of its abilities. But I still have to learn to use them.”

Isaac slouches sideways alongside the window again, chin dropping into the palm of his hand as the car begins moving. “I honestly don’t know what to say to that.”

“Wow.” You supply for him. He makes a non-committal sound in the back of his throat, shifting to better stare out at the racing, pulsing lights of the city, fluorescent light seeping into the darkness of the car–in little smudges of glowing stars. They dance in a misshapen circle around the seats, before being thrown up onto the ceiling, mimicking a tiny, more poorly reconstructed, piece of the night sky–though it still strikes you as something….beautiful.

“I guess that’s one way to put it.” Isaac finally responds under his breath.

Kira sighs into the following silence, slanting closer to Parrish in her seat, like she wants to say something but…can’t really find the words she wants to use. She takes a breath and then appears to take the plunge anyway, awkwardly half-turning to study the side of his face. “How has it been since Scott and the others left Beacon, Parrish?”

The deputy meets her gaze, eyebrows shooting up in surprise, and Kira suddenly looks uncomfortably self-conscious about her question. She presses the katana closer to her body, hurrying to clarify her reason for asking. “Argent might have also mentioned…that Monroe’s hunters have been hanging around the city limits.”

Parrish nods in response, “They have, but it’s been quiet for the most part. Until a few weeks ago.”

“When people started getting sick.” You chime in from the back, easily understanding the hardened edge to his voice.

Kira tries again, sounding far more confident than before, as she swivels around to fully face him. “What do you think it means? For the city?”

“Are you asking the deputy or the hellhound?”

“Both.”

Parrish stares hard out the windshield, his expression darkening in a way that terrifies you–a quiet warning of a harbinger. “Nothing good.”

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here the FAWK she ( the semi-finished masterlist of all my characters ) is ! took way too long but hopefully as you proceed to click on the linque below you’ll know why smh but yep ! i’ll be adding their pages on my account when i’m done with them soon i hope and maybe come back with a bunch of connections for each character but for now this is all i got & smash this like or im me for plots i’d love to get on those finally xx

reintroducing amanda wheeler; intro & info page.

queen of irony. rich post- faux country gal who’s a loud homosexual and writes hetero fics/has an indie het smut for the absolute shits and giggles. dates a married woman she’s utterly in love with and will pull the life support cord for. said to be possessed by a possessed flapper. cute and knows it even though she looks like a republican. socially open & everywhere. morally grey.

reintroducing imogen yates; intro & info page. ( tw violence )

the grey area between your mom friend and your drunk aunt. happily vegan & owns a vegan restaurant called the fork, alt. the vegan cult’s lair. won’t kill you, but will convince you she really wants to. local brat tamer. minds her business via minding others. clashed head-first into nature’s very own reset button: amnesia. used to be satan and traumatized everyone. disgustingly active and accomplishing.

reintroducing ethan holland; intro & info page. ( tw suicide )

he is a sk8r boi, she said see ya later boy ( and meant it. they’re dating now. hey lourdes ! ) a nice person, so nice he doesn’t realize how fake he sounds/is. a certified headass. previously a bully/bully enabler, current guilty fuck. #torn. does the most for his loved ones. doesn’t remember his own birthday. googled foot fetishes once. trolls stan twitter with his fake selena gomez stan account when tumblr crashes. burned a sue of cide note with his name scribbled on it.

reintroducing sebastian miller; intro & info page ( tw violence )

kazimer sokolov whom. russian ex-cult member well-adjusted into a mundane life via lies, a fake canadian accent he’s ‘trying to get rid of’, being a twilight saga aficionado and a dickwad, a lame record store and a tumblr blog to keep himself sane by maintaining a general aesthetic and shitting on people and every discourse out there. knives/books sniffer. allegedly fucked a moose. probably kinkshames as a way to deal with his own “kinks” aka please keep the dead bodies away. ( im kidding i swear but [redacted] )

reintroducing prudence zima; intro & info page ( tw death )

parents died in a fire when she was two months old and it shows. idolizes avril lavigne & her favorite movie is lords of dogtown for aesthetics references. dude. social leech or effortless networker ? both. remains in her lane regardless. cry-types probably. here for a good time, not a long time. steals your stash and smokes you out with it. avid dick connoisseur. minimum effort lifestyle. either on her way to become a manager of some one hit wonder band that finds it’s demise in a freak accident, a drug dealer or god forbid, a guidance counselor; depends. mild cool girl syndrome.

reintroducing jennifer meade; intro & info page ( tw death, violence and abuse )

bi/pussy muncher and proud misandrist, first and foremost. remembers killing her brother very fondly. the one girl in a room to call when you want to kill a bug and you’re relieved until she kills it with her bare hand. tops. unstable & chaotic evil, respectively. the ginger devil. biased and has her minion whom she invests a great deal of her time in brain washing and obsessing over. supposedly here to make amends but that’s not happening any time soon.

reintroducing margot williams; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

deserves better. very gay. all her friends are heathens xtra, take it slow. corrects typos in the gc. a nerdy editorial assistant daydreaming about publishing houses instead of the magazine she works for. lowkey shy and she’s angry about it. goes off if she must. jacks off to #knowledge and yuri anime. helps with homework and essays and takes the kids out. deadpan because we’re original but she swears it’s just the face & unresolved trauma. stans her therapist. unofficial older sister.

reintroducing chandler accardi; intro ( re-written ) & info page

needs to do better. dropped out of college for culinary school then dropped out of that too. was engaged to an absolute goddess he ultimately wronged ( with her damn best friend, bitch disgostin* ) and got kicked out to the curb. currently residing in the couch of his sister until things are resolved. thot-by-default & annoying. has like three ( 3 ) redeeming qualities. has never been told to shut up and it shows. works at buzzfeed.

reintroducing abel gautier; intro & info page

french and “confused”. lives a minimalist n’ expensive life. if american psycho & french kiss were the same movie. wine sniffer. the devil bakes croissants. will watch you die. takes grudges to the afterlife. gets attached but either ruins it or ruins it to spare everyone, himself included. falls in love a lot but knows how to calm the fuck down. very giving, fortunately. manipulative but isn’t too wild about bending everything to his will.

reintroducing simini gale; intro & info page ( tw abuse, violence & mental illness )

token white actress & character in rosie’s show. [ britney vc ] its me.... against dissociation. a loud mess with an intense mental state and anger issues dulled out by her prescribed meds and whatever pill she got in the bottom of her manager’s purse. dependent and distraught about it. grocery shopping for garbage food and attending comedy stand up shows half drunk as a hobby. stable ? where. very nice and super flighty. heels are hot. wishes she could fight someone without feeling the urge to actually fight someone.

reintroducing calvin o’shea; intro & info page ( tw mental illness )

it’s not just the depression more than the incredible self hatred. walks into rooms with his bad energy, grumpy mood and cunty attitude. graduated college just to shut his dad up. wants to die harder than edward cullen. just doesn’t give a shit. has a baby named freddie mercury ( also known as the antichrist, with alanis, his mortal literal enemy whom he absolutely despises and will not hesitate to put his dick back in again lbr ) who will probably grow up to talk shit about his parents whom he also mentioned in his tell-all book on ellen. works at his family’s bookstore that sucks the life energy out of college students nearing a mental breakdown.

reintroducing isabel pavia; intro & info page ( tw drug use )

contemporary dances her feelings away. too ambitious for her own good but knows what she’s doing. in a goth ass secret society ( here ) a.k.a her new found purpose. knows everything eventually. oddly trustworthy. doesn’t know what speaking loudly is, let alone yelling. loves the moon & has that moon app. had to take painkillers when she twisted her ankle very badly and would take them for a while for stress and performance reasons, but has stopped. a quiet angel.

reintroducing anastasia zeller; intro & info page

ambitious/multi-talented asshole. horror trash & an emotional/mental maze which translates well into her weird works on no sleep reddit and current horror comedy podcast. ( click here for info ). needs a therapist according to a friend, whom she dropped for saying that. will bite your head off. obsessed with her works to an unhealthy point. would love to establish a company and stuff out of it and is working on that. healthy relationships are a semi-foreign concept.

reintroducing morgan booker; intro & info page ( tw death )

vape-curious and takes photos of ghost towns and abandoned-everythings because #vision. had a roadtrip phase like the fake deep idiot he is. morally grey. genuinely here for a good laugh and spreading joy in the form of hover-friendships and taking lit candids of his friends. knows shit and comes off as a creep sometimes but does he really care. knows your mom’s name. lives in a disused hospital bc he’s marinating on that aesthetic.

reintroducing bowie harmon; intro & info page ( tw drug use & abuse )

part of a duo in a web series as the anxious n’ cackling mess. showcases her depressión & anxieté by her colorful wigs n’ new hair dyes. painful receptionist at a tattoo parlor. recovering addict who advocates for drug use. thinks tattooing a ruler on someone’s dick one day would be the peak of her accomplishments as a tattoo artist. daily bad decisions. “ it’s complicated. ” when asked about literally any relationship she has with anyone in her life. traumas include her failed singing career. an ex viner-by-association.

reintroducing shaheen bin baz; intro & info page ( tw violence & mental illness )

the physical deception of going through hell in a short amount of time with zero mental durability to begin with during midterms. trigger-anxious. will shoot your toes off your foot if caught off guard. aided in criminal operations with the brilliance of his mind in codes. would not mind dying. seasons your food. waters his crops in his balcony garden. the grey area between a super laidback dude and a crackhead with violent tendencies. nearing a mental breakdown probably.

reintroducing minka abbott-santos; intro & info page ( tw abuse )

defeats the evil stepmom stereotype one breath at a time. the human embodiment of a deer. gothic angel. alarmingly gets black swan. type to wake up to her staring at you from an armchair across the room, but lovingly, with a book she was reading in hand and two hot cups of tea; she was waiting to start the day with you. spooky until you get to know her and even more spookier when she’s ( note: calmly ) pissed but that’s extremely rare. gentle voice, soul and everything.

reintroducing reuben faulkner; intro & info page ( tw abuse & violence )

rekt hell prince. lived in an amish community with his family until he got kidnapped away from home when he was seven into an awful living situation. doesn’t remember if the gas leak that happened five years later and killed everyone was his doing or not. knows where his real family is after months of tracking them down but. blood kink under investigation. shady bouncer at a shady club. has issues he has no care or time to diminish. fights for the shits and giggles. leaves texts at read. leaves you alone for your own good and his own sanity.

reintroducing alexandra turunen; info page

wants to do everything and be everything and doesn’t know what to do with herself ( read: post-graduation identity crisis ) currently investing in a motorcycle for no reason. essentially jobless. a “retired” kathryn merteuil who “outgrew” her cunning ways since highschool but really only found new socially destructive interests. appears to be self-possessed but she’s #shaken. doesn’t care about how well she presents herself anymore after getting rejected by four universities and refusing to accept her father’s offer to pull some strings to get her in one. sleeps a lot.

reintroducing giuseppe del vecchio; info page ( tw death & drug use )

goes by pepe because well. son of italian oil peeps & is extra. said to be in a cult when all he’s in is this extra ass dining club that does the most for initiation ceremonies. ready to fall in love with you. goes to the king’s college in london and studies business & changes his minor way too often for everyone’s liking. into everything and will be down to do whatever. faux deep. mischievous shit. incredibly unbiased. had his rawrk n’ roll phase that died along with someone in a club literally. still has it but he knows god now & less drugs.

reintroducing kelian scott; info page ( tw death & drug use )

a father/father figure who tries™. runs a mechanic shop/chop shop because bad decisions and dire needs ( had his son to send to school and his daughter who passed away due to a disease he couldn’t afford to treat even after turning his shop into a chop shop. his wife then left him ). stares into the distance. wants the best for the kids but one of them is a junkie ( he doesn’t know yet ) and the other -- his niece -- is an orphan he’s worried about. thinks ahead 24/7. needs to pull out of this dull n’ depressing daily routine he has fallen into like the basic ass divorced dad he is.

reintroducing sal presley; info page

smexy trace & fingerprint detective. talks. the perfect illusion to bring home to your parents and friends. gets shit done which is both a good thing and a bad thing. looks calm, collected n’ well-rested but isn’t. his actual name is salvatore but no. knows how to mix drinks and more; used to showcase his multi-talented ass to make his ( currently ex ) fiancée look good now just himself. was engaged three times; two of those times with the same person. obsessive; gets into his job a little too intensely for no reason but #justice and maybe something else whom knows. loses sleep at least two nights a week as a habit at this point. has an extended family back home he misses occasionally. wishes he could calm down truly.

#smoke:intros #FINALLY RISING HOLY SH-#ill do some plotting n hopefully get on replies soonish hell yea lets GO!

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