#in the face of extermination say FUCK YOU. and make 'bad' art.
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couldn't stop myself from doing lettering for the first time in ages. sometimes the emotion is more important than the technique
#almost didnt post bc i messed up the 'neat' lettering. but also thats the point.#my hands shake now theyve shaken since i was mismedicated when i was 11 because the dictors didnt listen to me#and now im almost a nurse. and im going to be a fucking good one.#amd my hands shake and im drawing up my syringes anyway. and im making art anyway#in the face of extermination say FUCK YOU. and make 'bad' art.#tag.txt
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Obvious shit I noticed part 3 (spoilers for welcome to heaven)
Look at her! "Teehee"
Also she's nervous! Foreshadowing omg 🤯
STICKERS! Two pride stickers and a cute donut. Gives me an idea to draw Chaggie at a donut shop while everything is burning down <3 (I'll probably do it but if any artist wants to as well go ahead!)
*CHOKES ON COFFEE* I LOVE THEM. I'M SORRY I GET SO GIDDY WHEN THEY HAVE EVEN THE SMALLEST INTERACTION BUT UGHHH I NEED MORE, IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH 🙏🙏
KISSY! MWA! *SCREAMS INTO THE VOID*
Vivzie give me more, moar now. MOAR
DAMN. SHE CAN THROW- or maybe it just exaggerates the perspective in this frame but still- ZAMNNN
Cherri x Sir Pentious fans RISE UP.
I wasn't ever really a fan of it myself but I always thought it was CUTE. Like 3 seconds before this part I was already begging for them to kiss 😭
More foreshadowing!
AAAAAA CREEPY BIRD THINGS!!!
Oh wait- Sera's hot and Emily's already adorable
If heaven don't look like what this is in the show, I DONT WANT IT! (THATS A JOKE PLEASE DON'T SMITE ME)
JEALOUS GIRLFRIEND VAGGIE!! Can I just say how much I love Vaggie's face expressions? Not just here but like all the time. She's just made to be so exaggerated, out of all of them I thought it would be Charlie who would have the most dramatic faces but Vaggie wins it for me. I JUST GIGGLE SO HARD WHEN SHE LOOKS LIKE THIS BAHAHAH
Okay yeah. It's very obvious now. Vaggie is definitely an ex-exterminator. They don't close in on Charlie here so it's made to subtly nudge the attention to Vaggie. HOW DID THEY IMMEDIATELY NOTICE IT WAS HER THO??
Hot-
That's it.
SHARE THAT MOTHUSSY GIRL-
YOU'RE TELLING ME SHE GREW OUT ALL OF THAT HAIR?!? YEAH ITS BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE THEN BUT STILL AJJSJD.
But overall the design is pretty meh. I always loved the idea of short hair Vaggie and even have seen art of it but it's just yknow, alright. Reminds me of Cassandra from Tangled: the series. IM LISTENING TO ONE OF THE SONGS RIGHT NOW HELPPP
THIS SCENE HERE! WOOOOO! SO GLAD WE KNOW WHEN AND WHERE THEY FIRST MET!! Wish we got it extended tho. And also probably push it to next episode so it would have a better impact(atleast I think thats when they'll have the duet). BUT WHATEVER SOMETHING IS BETTER THAN NOTHING! or uh whatever
Vaggie must've been a bit terrified at first. The only sinner she ever sent mercy to was a child. Then to see someone who to her is an adult sinner who just looks really human, that must be crazy. BUT THEN IF SHE WAS TOLD THAT CHARLIE WAS ACTUALLY THE PRINCESS OF HELL? HOOOO, LOCK IN AND STEAL HER. THAT'S SOME WATTPAD SHIT. Also, I wonder how long Charlie thought of redeeming sinners. It would make sense to be after meeting Vaggie, since it could have been a wake up call to the fact not all sinners are bad people. Even though Vaggie isn't a sinner technically, Charlie didn't know that at the time. But maybe Charlie was always like this but just needed to meet someone who could start her dream with her. Long rant uhhh
Haha penis 🫵
SCRAP WHATEVER I SAID IN THE FIRST PART. THEY PROBABLY DO FUCK- OR DONT?? I DONT KNOW- ANYWAY LESBIAN SEX (BOTTOM TEXT). WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH??? SOMEONE PULL THE TRIGGER.
Lute looks like a basic asf anime gorl. Adam doesn't ever take his helmet off, or maybe he just can't. OH HE'S DOING THE GAY SIGN 💅💅 Very appropriate for what he's saying
Mentor, apprentice. I love that Husk is just trying to help Angel grow but isn't going to force him into it if he doesn't want to.
Im not a fan of huskerdust and think they'd be better friends as I can't imagine a relationship with them at all. But it's still nice and they are supportive of eachother so that's like- yknow. Basic rules. Or something like that. (HELP. I ruined it all at the last part)
I- girl- WHY IS SHE GROWLING?? GRR GRR RR (INSERT TWILIGHT SAGA HERE)
VAGGIE'S FACE. SENDS ME. WHO GAVE HER THESE OVERDRAMATIC EXPRESSIONS, I APPLAUD YOU RGAGAGA
Ooo... I didnt like this part at all... Instead of making the choice she just runs off. Then because the plot demands it, Adam says nothing. Kinda whish she atleast avoided the question, maybe in some way that would require actual thinking? For a character like Vaggie, she could choose either way and it feel like it's still her. If she chose to protect Charlie's dream, she would still be perfectly loyal to her but in the act of so would reveal a secret that could harm their relationship(which does happen at the end but that's because the plot wanted it like that). If she chose to side with Adam, she'd be hurting Charlie emotionally, sure, but it would keep a secret that could make Charlie see Vaggie less than who she is to her already(atleast what Vaggie might think would happen). Imo it should've been her deciding to protect Charlie, since it would mean she's devoted to her at all times.
ANOTHER THING! IF SHE COULDN'T MAKE THE CHOICE, THAT IS SOMETHING INTERESTING TO GO INTO. Maybe it could go deeper into how Vaggie doesn't know who she is without Charlie. So when she has a choice to make, like here, she can't do it without feeling the need to ask Charlie. BUT NOOO, YA HAD TO GO WITH THIS!! Wow. That was a long ass rant. Wtf 😭
Maybe I'm a dumbass. Maybe they'll talk about that next episode, but still, atleast touch on it a bit to not seem rushed?
Angel looking out for his kids like a mom. We always did need the motherly figure, the one closest to that being Charlie but girl needs a mother in her life too(damn, wait, I did her so dirty).
Huh, so why does it work here then? 🤨🤨 if it was said in the contract that Valentino can do whatever he wants only in the studio, then why is this the exception? 🤨🤨
Yes I'm stupid. Why do you ask? (No genuinely what's happening here)
OH ITS THE IMAGE! I really like Sera so far, hope we get more of her soon or in season 2.
Now that we know the context of this, yeah, that's fucking insane. And badass. WOMEN.
HMM. THATS STRANGE. DID YOU NOT FOR ONCE THINK THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN AN ANGEL? Okay I probably wouldn't either but I have an excuse, I'm an idiot. Some girl with a standing out outfit, with one eye, looks unusually human, right after/during the extermination... that's pretty solid ass proof. But I'm dumb so don't take anything i say seriously :D
Imagine this. No- shit. Just-
JUST LOOK! THEY ARE SO CUTE! EVEN THOUGH CRAZY SHIT IS HAPPENING.
*SWEATS*
Vaggie is DESPERATE. PLEADING. That's obvious yeah, but don't mind me I had nothing to say for the last 3 images I just thought they were cool
I mean. Slay I guess. 😍💅
Do all the exterminators look similar or is it just Lute and Vaggie? 🤨
Even though Vaggie and Charlie may be going through this horrible thing with a hard punch in the gut, but Vaggie is always going to comfort her and I just think that's so adorable.
Also Adam looks like a chicken hah.
Everyone fears to be like Lucifer. If they don't do bad things they believe are for the greater good and make sacrifices that put them higher than those in hell, they could themselves be fallen. It's really interesting but I don't know if it's going to be fleshed out enough with the amount of episodes left. Which also worries me about everything else that still hasn't be concluded. There's gonna be loose strings I just know it. Hopefully though they rather do that then rush everything out y'know?
I want the next episode to be mostly focused on Vaggie and Charlie's relationship and the healing of what happened. Not for the entire episode of course, it would feel drawn out if it did, but atleast address the problem for the first like I would say 10 minutes? Then the rest would focus on one or two loose threads while also having Vaggie and Charlie acting upon moving on. That's just my idea but yeah-
#MORE OBVIOUS SHIT I NOTICED#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel charlie#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin angel dust#hazbin charlie#hazbin husk#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin hotel sir pentious#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#hazbin hotel lute#hazbin hotel adam#hazbin hotel sera#hazbin hotel emily#chaggie#hazbin hotel chaggie#rainbowmoth#hazbin chaggie#hazbin hotel spoilers
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THERE WAS AN UPDATE YOU KNOW THE DRILL SLEEPING BE DAMMED
theres so much going on jokes that i will deffinetly take advantage of theories of the meaning of things the goddamn art everything
first of all apparently Malo Mart turned to a mega corporation???? well sorry twi no 60% of discount for you that sucks
thats rough buddy
i cant take it seriously poor Four, look at that face
thats the face of someone who will be grounded for some time after all this madness and is totally not happy about this
Sky was waiting letters from Sun, maybe she couldn't write something for him? either way poor guy look at his sad face :( the heart makes it better
baby? baby??? smol???? smol hylian???? tiny cute litol hylian????child????
ahhh Time dont just say yes and left it like that! i need to know!!!
Twilight my man at this point you will be grounded dont test the old man's patience
Time knows the dangers of excesive courage, yes it can keep you going and maybe make you win the battle, but can also kill you if youre not careful. This is what almost happened with Twilight, this almost might have happened to Time too
He's scared that for this reckless courage he might loose his descendant, the one who brought hope to him and his wife to form a family and live happy
(also he saying this makes me think more about the posibility of Malon being pregnant, too much mistery please old man just tell me i will not say anithing ur secret is safe plweas)
HERO'S SHADE HERO'S SHADE
not much to say here, it might be a wrong translation that im doing but hey! it reminds me that Twi already knows that Time is the Hero's shade but like. with flesh and eyes. alive.
OKAY HERE I HAVE THINGS TO SAY
When Wild asks Twilight's face changes inmediately, he doesn't want to look down, he still feels the need to be strong in front of the younger heroes, worrying them is the last of his desires
Four is not stupid, he notices the actual mood of Twi and ask again, but with different words. It looks like it really made Twi reconsider things
doesn't exactly talks what was having him a little down moments ago, but at least it seems to calm them, again, they shouldn't be worried after what happened
Twi for hylia who were you thinking he was talking about????
no really i have that question who was he thinking that was asking for him?????
"who kicked the fuck out of that bad lizard??? who did that???? yes you did!! you did it amazing!!! im so proud my beautiful exterminator of dumb lizards!!!"
HE JUST
FUCKING ROLLS
YEAHHH WIND FLIP
Hyrule 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💛💛💛💛💛✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
hes so badass jumping off heck yeah stairs are dumb
also Wind thats a cool move you too legend jumping and rolling are so cool love you guys
Wars dont ruin the fun nono guys keep doing it i'll even give you chips if you do that
oh they really think that Wars is broke and has no money alright
im glad that this bit kept going i love the boys teasing each other (Lege and Wars specially)
hey listen
listen
i dont want to ruin it
but
it would be funny
just
just listen
would be very funny that
it just
breaks
hey it would be funny cmon
andddd theyre off!
Hyrule learns from watching, from the actions and movements that he sees in the enemy, and uses it to make a plan to attack, learn patterns and be ready for anything
yep hes gonna play an important role in the next arc i have a feeling
now buildings art aprecciation cuz holy shit theyre so pretty
gorgeous
fantastic work i feel blessed
(all art credits obv goes to @linkeduniverse ! )
#linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu update#linked universe update#lu chain#lu spoilers#lu update spoilers#linked universe spoilers#i talk#uhhhh its almost 1 am#idc it was worthy
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Hey Your blog fucking slaps can you elaborate on why horrible boat (hazmat motel) is a shitty thing in general, i need another person to rant about this with
Okay so. Let’s start by throwing everything else out the window. No context. Vizie’s past, erased. We could go on about that but frankly I don’t feel like delving into it, and you can look for yourself and decide if her apologies made up for what she did. I’m not going there just bc of how messy it gets.
Where I WILL, go, is frankly the first and most important thing to know: This show is heavily inspired by South Park. Vizie has gone on the record to say as much. It’s not hard to see, considering the ‘offensive for the sake of offensive’ humor thats just played off bc ‘oh they’re assholes and bad people’ nvm the fact that like...so many people still copied Cartman and got their ideas of Judaism FROM him when they didn’t know any Jews themselves, just bc the character is ‘bad’ doesn’t mean that people won’t still see them and relate to them and think the things they say are Smart And Cool, especially if they’re presented as more of an antihero. Also see Rick Sanchez and Bojack Horseman, both of whom had entire episodes to call out the people who saw these two and were like ‘haha thats me, this character i like acting this way is justification for my own bad behavior’.
Anyway.
I’ll have some legit ‘bro this sucks’ in here and the rest is gonna be subjective crit/dunkage, if you want nuanced and detailed critique you aint gonna find it here.
So, looking at the plot summary from the wiki: “ The series focuses on Charlie, the princess of Hell, and her quest to open a hotel for rehabilitating demons. Hell suffers from overpopulation and Heaven solves the problem by routinely exterminating demons yearly. Charlie, who has grown up in Hell, wants to find an alternate solution to the mass slaughter. She opens the Happy Hotel which aims at teaching demons and sinners to become better people. There is substantial resistance though, and Charlie and her friends must work together to keep the hotel running.”
Not necessarily a bad plot on it’s face, with a thesis that’s perfectly reasonable, ‘everyone is capable of changing for the better’. Fine, great. The problem comes in with who is considered a ‘sinner’. Most notably, fan favorite Ang*l D*st, is gay, a sex worker, and a drug addict who died of overdose. So that’s already ‘sex workers go to hell and so do drug addicts’, and piling on his personality and the brunt of the jokes about his character, which is ‘haha predatory sex-obsessed gay man’ and that’s already...a good amount of ‘oh this sucks’ in ONE CHARACTER. Let us also not forget the lesbian who is named Vaggie. Great. Awesome. Love it. “But Vizie Is Bi-” she’s also cis, that may give her some right to make wlw jokes (provided they were. any good) but it certainly doesn’t give her the right to make ones at the expense of MLM.
But maybe none of this matters to you. Maybe you’re a cautious optimist who’s holding out for these problems to be addressed in the show or before airing. Or maybe none of this matters to you at all, and you never got past your 8th-grade Hot Topic Edgelord phase. Fine. Whatever. Everything past that paragraph above is just gonna be subjective on my part, anyway. This isn’t a hill I care to die on.
That being said CHARACTER DESIGN IS MY PASSION, holy shit Vizie clearly got one good look at The Onceler and decided that was all she ever wanted to draw for the rest of her life, like just LOOK at that asshole, you can pin down the span of YEARS that style would get half of tumblr posting *OVARIES EXPLODING* gifs right next to fuckin Cumberpatch, and where are you supposed to LOOK?? God these character designs are SO busy, there’s no focal point, it’s just a bunch of pom-poms slapped onto popsicle sticks in arts and crafts. Like, christ, even the humor feels like it’s stuck in the late aughts, Vizie might as well live in a hot topic. Angel Dust?? oh real clever. Haha. great. love it. Vaggie, what a hi-larious name for a character. Are we just shouting ‘PENIS’ as our jokes now? Is that the level of writing Miss Vizie has for us? That’s the best she’s got? Jesus.
Anyway god this sucks, they could’ve picked up ANY show for syndication and they chose that...especially in the middle of a whole movement about uplifting black and trans voices, they went with TGP For South Park Fans. God. You love to see it. and by love i mean hate. And oh god, the fandom is gonna get even more unbearable after this. like they’re already refugees from the Onceler Fandom and Humanstuck Bill Cipher, these people’s brains are stuck in like, 2013, at best.
Anyway that’s all I gotta say, I’m positive people are gonna come jump on my ass bc of this and like i said, this is not a hill i care to die on, so unless they’re about to like...pull up 10-year-old reciepts on me or w/e if ur only gonna argue u get a block. peace
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Horror Villains / Misc x Reader || Drabbles
Plot: You accidentally summon Beetlejuice because he convinced you that he could help you with your Slasher problem, but he becomes an even worse problem. So, you need your Slasher to help you exterminate him, instead.
Includes: Chucky / Charles Lee Ray and Freddy Krueger
Warnings: It’s got nasty gremlin man in it (Meaning, gross language, dirty jokes and such), and also Slashers (Meaning, gore, swearing, course and suggestive language). Groping (Himself)
Notes:
Okay, those of you who were with me at MainstreamBaddies; You remember that post I wrote about some rando killer trying to get the reader, so reader goes to the Slasher that’s also trying to kill them for help?
Well this is basically that but with (Movie) Beetlejuice as the rando.
THERE WAS MEANT TO BE MORE CHARACTERS!! But its late and I wanna slep ^^ Hopefully I’ll do Ghostface and Jason tomorrow!
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THE START / ‘Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice’
“So… “Worrying my bottom lip, I look from the wall where I can think properly to the small, ‘fun size’ version of ‘Beetlejuice’ who’s looking expectantly at me. Excited even.
Although I guess that’s a given. If I was that small and had the possibility sitting right in front of me, of growing back to full size, and full power again, I’d be jazzed too. But, still, there’s something very off about this guy, and it isn’t just the fact that he’s the size of maybe 2 thumbs snapped off at the knuckle and taped one on top of the other. He’s very enthusiastic.
In a Gollum-Swamp Monster-Chick Hicks kind of way.
“’So’, what? I don’t have all day baaaaaay – well, I do have all day. I got nowhere to be – not many fun joints for a guy to go to at this size, amiright? Yeah, but, that’s not the point! Do you wanna get rida’ your lil’ problem or not? Eh?” Beetlejuice is practically vibrating, like an alarm clock and I have the most impulsive urge to call his name three times just to stop it.
Luckily, I have impulse control.
“Of course, I do. I… “Eyeing him pointedly, I start wringing my hands. “I just don’t want to create a new problem, in its place.”
He rolls his dark, feral racoon-panda eyes, muttering something lightning quick to himself before throwing out his arms and yelling. “BABE! I promise ya, really, sweetheart. Baby-lemon pie-dumpling-doll-dollar-sugar-tea, I’m just gonna fix your problem! All I want in the world right now is t’ cum-plete our deal! Get rida’ your Slasher, and be on my way! Unless theirs somethin’ else you ask of me, eh? When I’m back to my normal size? You know, I’m big in all the right places sugar tit- “
I took a deep, necessary breath in when he started on the ‘something else’ and now have the required breath to drown out the last words. “Oooookay!! I wont need that.” I say quickly, as a statement. He licks his lips. “But, um… Are you sure you can get rid of them?” ‘Them’. The bane of my existence right now. The co-star in the horror movie of my life. That them.
“Trust me, babe-sickle. It’ll be sinch.” For a moment, he looks absolutely calm. No vibrating, no yelling, no talking really fast. And it hits its intended mark – my assurances. Okay.
“Alright.” I wring my hands one last time, then clap them and step back from the town diorama that Beetlejuice is roaming in. I cross my arms, then drop them to my sides and look around, then finally back at the impatient ghost… who’s doing squats. Good grief, how much energy is in this guy? “Beetlejuice.”
He gasps, jumps up to his feet, nearly falling over because his weight landed wrong and then rubs his hands together. “Here we go!”
“Beetlejuice.”
“Oh. You do it right, babe.”
Oh my god, here we go. Hopefully this can’t make my situation any worse- I mean, I am being targeted by a killer. What are the odds that this goofball of a ghost could ruin my life anymore? “Beetlejuice.”
“PRESTO!”
Human! Chucky / Charles Lee Ray – Chucky’s POV:
I figure this is going to be a pain, when a screech tears from the ugly old house before I even get in. Confused, and more then frustrated because this spells out nothing but problems for me for when I get in, instead of the nice peaceful kill I was intending to enjoy, I open the screen door -bitch didn’t even lock the front door, it’s like she wants me to kill her,- and rush up the stairs to where the sound came from. “Hold on, I’m not there yet!!”
What the hell is going on?!
“Look, in my professional experience, the screamin’ doesn’t start til the killer takes out a knife, sometimes even before but not before I even get into the house, lady. The audacity of you, here- “
What am I looking at here?
In front of my eyes, my fucking eyes, stands of course Y/N, my victim. And some kind of zebra - one that’s been dead and left out in the swamp for a fuck-long time. He’s got crazy eyes if I’ve ever seen them, and have you seen mine? That’s saying something. Who is this joker? In my coat, I grip the gun I keep just in case strangulation goes awry, but don’t bring it out just yet. Not until this guy reveals his cards, first.
The guy’s eyes flicker in smug amusement from my face, to my gun pocket -evidently, he realises something’s up. Can’t blame the guy, damnit, -, then whips right around, leaving his back wide open for me and my weapon, to my facepalming victim. I smirk at her. “I take it that’s the guy you want rid of, toots?”
“Uh… yeah… “She looks adorable and awkward. The guy lets go of her waist, which he was holding close to his body as she leaned away before, when I walked in and he literally, and I’ve never seen any person do this before, halted in his tracks. Stopped breathing, stopped shifting, it even seemed like the history around him stopped for that ‘caught’ moment. And I swear I heard the sound of record music abruptly being turned off come from his mouth.
And for some odd reason, I get the feeling he’s not human. Can’t conjure a reason why, though.
I should be saying this shit out loud, I’m wasted on myself.
Figuring this guy’s been hired to get rid of me, I take out my gun. “Okay, you’re gonna have to catch me up on what’s happening... Oh, no? Well, okay.”
BAM!
A bullet flies across the room and sticks into the freak’s chest, and that is the end of things going my way.
Because the force of the bullet somehow sends him slamming across the room and through a wall in the back. His body goes ‘poot’ down two stories outside and theirs a silence that doesn’t last long enough for either Y/N or I to digest what just fucking happened before the bastard’s grotty fucking hand spiders up my spine from behind. I wriggle out of his reach immediately on impact, because it’s like a real fucking spider, and whip around, waiving my gun- which is useless now, of course.
Games are over.
The guy looks over at Y/N and grins, throwing his arms out in a ‘ta da!’ way. She winces and just narrows her eyes in a glare. “What’d you think of that, sweet cheeks? I got a flare for the dramatic, you know? Ssssexy! Eh?” When she sticks her tongue out at him, for lack of any words to respond to that with I guess -I mean, I, can think of some choice words for the guy, but she’s clearly not as creatively gifted in the art of insult as I have been told I am. But, a tongue out works, - he grins the most fucking horny grin I’ve ever seen and clutches his sack. Her jaw drops.
“Where the ever-loving fuck did you pick crazy pants up from??” I ask, looking accusingly at Y/N. She chews on the inside of her cheeks and looks even more awkward then before.
“Truce?” She asks, instead of answering my question. I’m genuinely curious.
I roll my eyes. “Ughh, fine.”
“Oh well that won’t do,” The guy speaks up again, looking between us and letting his Johnson go, thank god. The boys have to breath! “Baby girl, blossom, light of my FUCKING DEATH! You wound me. riGHT IN THE HEART! Let me show you, sweetgums, why that was a bad idea.”
Her eyes widen, and I suddenly feel real unsafe. “How about you don’t- “
“Watch this!”
He turns to me, makes some overdramatic hand gestures, throwing his back out in the process and momentarily acting like he’s out of order.
Then he whips back into action and shoots me with finger guns,
And then suddenly everything around me looks 4 times bigger then before. Oh, well, its that or… I’m closer to the ground.
Because I’m a fucking doll again.
I slowly look up from the little black baby shoes and the edges of the godamn jean jumpsuit, to the infected condom in black and white grease paint. “… You son-of-a-bitch.”
He chuckles and turns to Y/N, and gives her finger guns too, but the only other thing that happens this time is he winks at her. “Now, baby! Time to get hitched!”
“What?!” She shrieks.
Freddy Krueger – Freddy’s POV:
“I’m going to die of boredom before this bitch catches winks. I’m gonna pummel her with the counting sheep she clearly needs when she gets here.” The corners of my mouth lift up from the deep scowl I was wearing before, at the idea. It has merit.
Behind me the fine folks of Pompeii run for their lives and a red and green striped Vesuvius explodes molten lava over their little town when I remember it’s been 2 days since she’s fallen asleep. Or found some fucking Hypnocil. Or killed herself. Who knows, really. I have a… deadly effect on women.
But damn, it would be a bummer if she killed herself. I was having fun with her. I had plans.
Have, have. I have plans. I won’t give up hope yet.
An hour, or who knows how long later -time is a human construct and doesn’t exist in the dream plain, - , I’m lying on the ground watching Psycho play in the sky when that familiar tingle rushes through me, telling me someone’s entered my world.
I’m just getting up and brushing myself off, taking my damn time like she left me to wait -besides, I can turn back time and make it seem like I appeared instantaneously if I want to. Time’s a construct, remember? And this is my world. I’m just doing this for me, to make me feel better, - when she comes out of fucking nowhere and nearly knocks me over. Im-ee-diate-ly I open my mouth to ask her why she’s so eager, but she beats me to the punch, causing me sadness.
“Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
Hold on, I definitely think there’s something off here. Don’t I make the fucking demands?! “Bitch- ”
“Wake!”
“-I haven’t done anything to you yet.”
“Up!”
“Goddamn!”
What is going on here!?
“I’ll do anything you want, just please. Wake me up!” Her eyes are deadly serious, and I can’t help the greedy smile I get at her submissive idea. What could have made her this way? I laugh.
“Ohhh, I’ll think it over. Tempting offer, though~” She lets out a growl and let’s go of me in pure frustration, looks around quickly for something and then lays eyes on my glove. She picks it up, and my eyes widen in surprise at what she does next.
The blade slices through the skin in her upper arm before I can take any control of the situation, and a nauseous feeling suddenly rolls me and she whimpers from the pain of slicing herself open, as the world goes blurry around us and she wakes up- of course, still holding my glove, which is attached to me, so I go with her.
“Fucking he- “
Much quicker than you think it will be, we both turn up back in the fucking reality. She hops up immediately and flies across the room to a first aid box.
I’m just assuming, I mean. Because I don’t make any move to leave the bed at all and just close my eyes and groan, and resist the urge to cry.
I hate this placceeeeeeeeee.
“BABES, YOU’RE BACK!”
Now I resist the urge to scream and phase out of existence, because a man just appeared on the bed with me and called me his babes. Instead, I slowly turn my head to him and sinisterly narrow my eyes- and hope he doesn’t notice my distress from a second ago.
I’m starting to understand why Y/N was so intent on getting back here. If this guy, a dung beetle with… oh, god. Clearly, some kind of terrible illness if that smell indicates anything, was hanging around me while I slept, I’d be… slightly bothered too. If only for the stink!
He squints, and while he does, his hair flickers through the various colours in the rainbow, confused. “Sweetbottom, theirs something different about you. Did you get contacts?”
As a knee jerk reaction, I stab him in the gut with my blades. “Stranger danger, bitch!”
My panic dissolves into glee as I jerk the knives upwards… just to turn back into panic when he starts tearing all the way in half from my stab wound up to the top of his head with minimal effort from me. I gulp, and retreat from him to where Y/N is, taping her bandages securely around her arm. I gesture to the freak who’s padded onto the floor and is zipping himself back together in front of my eyeballs. “… the fuck is that?”
“That’s Beetlejuice, he’s a ghost=
“With the most, baby.” ‘Beetlejuice’ stands up straight and rests his hands on his hips, chest puffed out and winks at Y/N.
“-What do we do?” She asks, looking with wide eyes at me.
What does she think I am? The Fairy Godmother of the dead?? I’m no godmoth-
… I could use this. A slow grin spreads across my mouth. “First, you go over there and distract him.”
For a split second she looks like she’s actually going to go with it, then looks with furrowed, unimpressed eyebrows at me. ‘Beetlejuice’ makes grabby hands at us, and she starts to look more panicked by the second. “And what will you do??”
I yank the bedroom door open. “Run!!”
#Keatlejuice#Beetlejuice#Chucky#Charles Lee Ray#Freddy Krueger#Drabbles#Scenarios#Part 1#Horror / Misc Drabbles || Part 1#Beetlejuice x Reader#Keatlejuice x Reader#Chucky x Reader#Charles Lee Ray x Reader#Freddy Krueger x Reader
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Oblitus Part 28 Video Killed The Radio Star
37 Days Left Until Extermination...
Back at the hotel, Charlie and Vaggie were still in the hotel lobby. The two of them looked at each other. They were still confused wondering why Anna had ran out like her life was on the line. Suddenly, they heard someone approaching behind as familiar trots footsteps echoed in the room. They turned to see Alastor, however, he looked like he had been in a fight. His eyes glowed a brilliant red, completely furious. He stood in front of the two women with a strained grin on his face, looking like he wanted to murder someone.
"Al, what happened?!" Charlie demanded.
"Well, our human has stolen my staff!" Alastor said.
"Guess, that explains why she left in a hurry." Vaggie laughed. Alastor glared at the moth demon. Then Husk and Angel approached the group, wondering what was going on.
"What's with all the commotion?" Angel asked. "I was giving Husky here a private session-" He stopped when he saw the state that Alastor was in. Angel laughed. Alastor looked like he was going to murder him on the spot. Charlie got in between the two.
"Hold on a minute! Guys, we can't jump to conclusions." the princess explained. "There must be a reason why Anna did what she did. She doesn't seem like the type of person who would do such a bad thing..."
Suddenly, the doors burst open and Niffty and Baxter ran into the lobby.
"GUYS! TROUBLE! BIG TROUBLE!!!" Niffty screamed.
"Niffty? Baxter? Guys, What's wrong?" Charlie questioned.
"AlastoryouhavetohelpAnna!She'singreatdanger!ThethreeV'skidnappedher!" Niffty quickly rambled, answering. Everyone blinked not catching a word that she said.
"I did not catch a word of that." Husk replied.
"Slow down. What do you mean trouble?" Alastor asked.
"It's Vox! And he's not alone. Valentino, Velvet and him took Anna! They're at Vox's Studio!" Niffty explained, more clearly. Everyone's eyes widened in shock, at the news. Alastor clenched his hand tightly, slightly in rage. His nails were digging into his palm, cutting it. That blasted piece of shit television!
"Then we need to help her!" Charlie said. She turned to everyone else. "Guys, what do you say? Will you help?"
"If Val's there, who knows what torture he's planning on doing to her. From personal experience, I don't want to her to through that. I'm in!" Angel replied.
"You can count me in! Anna's already done enough for me! I have to help her!" Niffty said.
"if you're in, then I'm with you!" Baxter added.
"Guess, I'm in..." Husk murmured. Angel stopped him.
"No, you're not. You're going to watch stay here and Nugsy for me."
The cat demon's eyes widened in anger. "I ain't watching that filthy pig!"
"Aw, that's so sweet! That you're worried for me-" Angel smirked, cupping Husk's cheek with his hand. Husk brushed it off, smacking Angel's hand away. "Get off me! Who says I'm worried for you?" Angel fluttered his eyes."You can put on the whole tough guy all you want, but that's just for show!" Then Angel gasped in realization, pressing his hands to his face, squealing with happiness. "You're in love with m-!"
"Shut your fucking mouth of I'll shut it for you!" Husk growled. "I'll watch your stupid pig!"
Charlie looked at Alastor who was standing where he was, silently, watching everyone. She walked over to him.
"Al, what do you say?"
"No, I won't help." Alastor said.
"Smiles, what the hell?!" Angel exclaimed, angrily.
"I won't help a dirty rotten thief." Alastor replied.
"After, everything Anna's done for us, you won't help her!?" Angel shouted.
"And look at how she repayed us, by running off," Alastor argued. "And stealing my microphone! She never cared about any of us! She used us! Why can't anyone of you see that?!"
"Anna wasn't going to give your staff to Vox." Niffty added. Alastor's eyes widened. He stopped and looked at Niffty.
"What do you mean?" Alastor questioned.
"Before, Vox took her, Anna refused to give it to him. She was going to return your staff back to you. I heard it with my own ears."
In Vox's Studio, Vox was grinning like a mad man, holding Alastor's staff in his hands. Valentino was sitting on the couch while Velvet was texting on her phone, taking pictures of Anna who was tied up and sitting across from them. Beside her, was Vox's pet, a mutated shark with arms and legs, Vark, was eyeing her with a hungry look in his eyes.
"I can't believe I finally got Alastor's staff!" Vox laughed maniacally.
"You bastard!" Anna shouted. "You are not going to get away with this!" Velvet crammed a sock into Anna's mouth and taped it.
"So, when are you going to keep your promise and turn the human over to me?" Valentino asked. "I can't wait to have her for my business. I have clients wanting to try her out. Maybe I can squeeze in a little time for myself as well." Anna's eyes widen and she screamed. She struggled against the moth demon trying to get him off.
"You'll have your chances with her later." Vox stopped him. "I still have use for her."
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion heard not to far off. Vox turned his head towards the monitors. He grinned.
"Looks, like bambi brought a few friends." the TV demon said and turned to Valentino and Velvet. "Mind taking care of them."
Valentino and Velvet left the room, leaving. Vox walked over to Anna and picked her up by the ropes.
"You're coming with me." He said, dragging Anna behind him.
Angel, Cherri, Niffty and Baxter walked into a dimly lit room. In a flash, all the lights came on. Angel eyes widened at who was standing in front of him, not too far off from the room.
"Val,"
Valentino smirked as his high heels clicked on the floor, heading towards the group. Angel froze as Valentino came closer. "Angel cakes, so glad to see you again."
"Where's Anna, Val?" Angel asked. "Tell me where she is."
"The human pet is with Voxxy at the moment." Valentino laughed. "I can't wait to have her for my edition."
"You don't need her, Valentino." Angel said. "I'm not going to let that happen." Valentino stared at Angel for a moment, thinking. He hummed.
"You know, I'll be willing to forgive you for disobeying me. Stop this redemption nonsense and take care of them and come back."
Angel flinched as he clenched his fists.
"We can totally take this bastard down." Cherri said, looking at Angel. "Let's fuck him up!"
Angel laughed. Everyone stared in surprised. Valentino growled.
"What's so funny, Angel?"
"You are such a loser, Val!" Angel shouted then he reached up towards his mouth and began pulling on the gold tooth. He ripped it out and tossed the tooth on the floor. It slid stopping at Valentino's feet.
"Go fuck yourself!" Angel screamed. "I'm done listening to you anymore!"
Valentino glared at Angel, furiously. "Then so be it!" He growled.
Charlie and Vaggie stopped at a room and walked inside. They were met with someone, clapping slowly. The lights came on, and velvet was lounging in a chair, sitting in front of them.
"Where's Anna?" Charlie demanded.
"She's preoccupied with Mr. V at the moment." Velvet explained, standing up. "So you two will have to settle for me, instead!"
"Let's take out this payaso," Vaggie said.
As everyone else were fighting there own battles, Alastor went on ahead. He stopped in front of the door to Vox's main studio room. He opened it and walked inside.
He came to a halt when he heard an distorted laugh. Alastor looked up to see Vox above him, along with Anna.
"So you actually came, Alastor? I was starting to think that you weren't going to show."
"Return them to me." Alastor ordered. Vox laughed.
"Not so fast. You can thank your lovely human here for this little get together." He said. Alastor stood with a frozen grin as he saw his microphone in Vox's hand. Vox noticed and smirked wickedly.
"Not so tough without your stick are you, bambi?" He asked, holding out Alastor's staff.
"Let me go, you stupid, over egotistical, yellow bellied, pompous, narcissistic, cultish, bastard!" Alastor's microphone shouted.
"Enough of this bushwa, Vox!" Alastor growled. "Let her go and give me back my staff and we'll settle this on our own terms." Vox hummed, thinking for a moment before making a sickening grin.
"No," He replied. "I'd rather watch you suffer by my own hands." He gripped Alastor's microphone, tightly. Alastor felt a stabbing pain throughout his entire body like a thousand knives. He let out a screech, followed by loud distorted static. Alastor fell to his knees, his claws scratched the floor, roaring in pain.
Anna's eyes widened, watching Alastor in front of her writhing in pain. She struggled against her bindings trying to break free. Vox laughed in amusement.
"You know, Alastor I might make your suffering less painful if you admit that TV is more superior to music than that antique radio."
Alastor groaned. "Your music is all just screaming nonsense! Mine is an art!" He shouted. Vox scowled and gripped Alastor's microphone, harder, causing Alastor scream more in pain. Anna watched the two with disbelief as she had just manged to slip her arm free, taking off her gag. Two grown men seriously debating and fighting over which entertainment is better?
Anna sneaked quietly behind the TV demon's back, unnoticed, and kicked Vox from behind his knees, making him lose his balance. He dropped Alastor's staff, sending it sliding across the floor. It landed right in front of Alastor. Vox growled and turned to Anna. He began advancing his way over towards her.
"You bitch!" He shouted. Vox slapped Anna, hard knocking her to the ground. Soon, Anna was unable to breathe as Vox grabbed her throat with his hands. Anna gasped. She tried to push Vox off of her but he squeezed harder. "You've ruined everything!"
Anna vision was clouded with black spots. She struggled to breath, but was unable to. She tried to pry Vox's hands off from her throat but she had no strength. Her mind began to drift as she saw Vox's face in front of hers. She felt her whole body beginning to go numb as she couldn't move a muscle. She was going to die.
Just as her vision was going black, Vox was suddenly knocked away from her. Alastor's had swung his staff and it landed directly into Vox's screen, shattering it.
Anna coughed and wheezed, trying to breathe. She looked up to see Alastor standing in front of her in between her and Vox. Vox groaned as he sat up only to back away In fear to see Alastor with a deranged and terrifying look on his face.
"N-Now hold on," Vox stammered, as he scrambled away from the radio demon who was slowly inching towards him. "You can take a joke can you? It was just a goof!" Alastor raised an eyebrow as he stopped in front of him. He hummed as he tapped his finger on his chin. Then Alastor made a dark grin.
"Sure, I can, Vox," He replied. Alastor pulled back his fist. "Here's my punchline!" He punched Vox right into the screen, shattering it completely. The TV demon fell to the floor unconscious.
Outside, of Vox's Studio, everyone was celebrating their victory. Valentino and Velvet were lying on the floor. The two of them groaned in pain in a pile of bruises and broken teeth and bones. Angel was talking about stealing Vox's limo, Cherri agreed along with him. Charlie was trying to talk them out of it, along with Vaggie. Niffty was with Baxter. Alastor and Anna sat alone from everyone else, watching them. Alastor watched with a strained smile as he saw Niffty kissed Baxter, uncomfortably.
"Alastor, I-" Alastor turned to Anna when he heard her spoke. "There's something that I want to tell you."
"What is it?" He asked.
"I want to tell you that I love-"
"Anna?" a voice called out interrupting Anna. Alastor and her heard someone gasp, followed by the sound of running footsteps.
"Anna banana!" Anna's eyes widen and she felt her cheeks burn red with embarrassment. That awful nickname! Only one person in the world would call her THAT! It can't be...
Suddenly, Alastor was shoved as he was knocked away from her. Anna was pulled into a tight hug by another strange deer demon. With red eyes glowing, Alastor looked up and glared dangerously as he angrily stared in front of him at whoever dared to touch him!
"Chris?"
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Double Shot Chapter 24
Clay helped me make several rooms in my childhood home look far more cheerful before we left and headed back to the cafe. We were in the kitchen, catching our breath as he braced me against the large island in the middle, when my eyes landed on the cup and saucer sitting just behind the glass cabinet over the sink.
“What do you see, Char?” Clay’s lips were on my bare shoulder, his eyes must have taken note of my focus out of the periphery. His lips left my skin and he turned so he could follow the line of my gaze. “Did they belong to her?”
I felt my lips curl up into a smile despite the sadness I felt. “Yeah, they were her favorites.” We had an entire set of perfect china, but the cup and saucer didn’t match the set, or one another, for that matter. They were a riot of color, mismatched and silly, and entirely perfect. I vaguely remembered asking her, when I was little why they didn’t match anything we owned, but like a lot of my memories of her, the answer was nowhere to be found.
“You want to take them home?” He was looking down at me, his hands on my shoulders. “We can wrap them carefully and you can have them nearby.” I moved my hands so they could pull his face down to mine, and as our lips met I felt his curve into the smile I’d fallen in love with. “Or we could make some more happy memories first.” He muttered against my lips.
When we finally returned to the shop, I found that Keli had taken the deposit to the bank, that our customers were taking the change of management with the grace that I expected, and that my father had visited. Fuck. That last part was exactly what I muttered when Jensen told me after Clay had dropped me off and I met the younger man in my office.
“Did you-” He shook his head. I let out a relieved sigh. “Well at least there’s that.” I sat down behind the desk and he took one of the other chairs. “Do you know what he’s sniffing around for?”
“Us,” he leaned back and gave out his own sigh. “I know that Clay wants to stick around, MAX is near, we all know it, but I got to say-”
“What if-” it hit me, hard and fast. Shit. “I’m bait.” Clay had said it, when they were doing my security system. That MAX could, if they thought it would work, use me as bait. What if that’s what they were doing? Walter coming in, even after I’d put my proverbial foot down. Matthew and Alex in and out, the warnings over and over. “Jensen, can you get a message to Clay, without GOING to Clay?” He barely moved, but I knew he understood. “The party-we’re going to have to make it a little bit bigger.”
Truth time. KNOWING that you’re being used as human bait to reel in your boyfriend and his team and being ALRIGHT with being bait isn’t the same thing. It’s really fucking difficult to act normally while setting your own trap for the first trap setters. I don’t even know how to word that, is there a word for it? Hunter/hunted?
Clay worked overtime. Not on trap setting, oh God no. I had a feeling that Lt. Col. Franklin Clay could set a trap in his sleep after being on a three day drinking spree while heavily concussed. No, Clay worked overtime to keep me from being so stressed out and tense that I gave up the fucking entire plan just from my twitchiness. And thank fucking heaven for that, since I had a cake to create.
Keli becoming my manager gave me ample reason to finally out myself as The Little Drip’s baker. I guess I could out myself as the owner too, but honestly, I was more excited to finally let people know that I created the treats they loved. The cake, a huge layered coffee cup, each layer a different flavor, each layer separated by a paired filling, was a work of edible art.
George helped me. Clay watched and cheered us on as the cake grew from a single layer to five. And when, on the day of the party, the final touches were completed, he whispered to me that EVERYTHING was in place, I knew that after that night, nothing would be the same.
Enzo’s was ready for our group, which included not only my staff and their significant others and families, but Davey and George, and Clay’s team and Carrie joined Jensen. Joey came to see the cake, sniffing at it, but then pulling me aside and forcing a promise from me that cannolis and tiramisu was off my menu out of professional courtesy he grudgingly offered that the cake looked delicious.
“Matthew and Alex Xavier are in the dining room with Walter,” Clay offered as he held my chair, and I knew that my smile grew a tad strained. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, this is our part.” A slight nod from me, and our party began with speeches, food, and cheers.
“Oh, I thought I heard your voice, David.” Walter, my lips pursed. “What’s worth all this celebration? Is my daughter finally going to get married?” I felt his eyes on me, but Clay’s warmth wasn’t by my side, since he’d slipped away a few moments before. “I don’t see her gentleman, guess not.”
“Walter,” it was George’s voice that answered, and I had to bite my lip at the venom dripping from it. “I don’t recall seeing your name on the invite list, perhaps you should scurry along to wherever the exterminator’s table might be, isn’t that what your LOVELY wife’s family does for a living?”
“Always so quick with the quips,” Walter bit out, “Too bad you weren’t faster at-” he never got to finish, since there was something of a very loud commotion in the front of the restaurant, some smoke, a few bangs, and a hell of a lot of screams. “What the-”
“Miss Ramble,” I was holding back the very long suffering sigh that seemed to have grown in the back of my throat over the course of MONTHS. Tweedle Dum was staring at his tiny notebook. “You said that this was a celebratory party for a Ms-”
“Keli Travis,” I offered for the thousandth fucking time it seemed. “Yes, because I promoted her to manager of my coffee shop. As I said.” For the thousandth fucking time.
“Right,” Tweedle Dee offered, his own tiny notebook upright. “And you were seated-” he was glancing around the event room of Enzo’s as though there were thousands of seats to choose from, than the ONE I was still fucking seated in.
“Right here,” I bit out, wanting to smack my fucking head on the fucking table. “Just like I-”
“Said, yes, we understand.” Do you? Do you fucking really?! “And since you were in this room, celebrating Ms. Travis’ promotion, sitting in THIS seat, there’s NO WAY you could SEE anything that happened in the other room, much less the front of the restaurant with Mr. Matthew or Alex Xavier and the gentlemen who claim they attacked them?”
I shook my head, feeling exhausted. “Carrie DiMarco said that there are security cameras outside, don’t they show the attack? I mean, why are you asking ME when there are cameras?” Seriously, leave me the fuck alone, please.
“Miss Ramble, you should know that we have to be thorough, every person must be spoken to. Every statement taken, every fact checked.” I raised an eyebrow and looked around the EMPTY room. Well, empty but for my uncles. “Other officers are taking care of-”
“You’re finished,” George hung up his cell phone and stalked up to us. “That was our lawyer. Unless you are taking our niece IN for further discussion AT THE STATION and READING her her rights, this is over. And if you ARE reading her her rights, then we’re invoking her right to having her counsel present.”
The cops shared a ‘she’s so guilty look’, but let me go. And I FINALLY let the LONG suffering sigh loose. For fuck’s sake, really?! In the car, with the quiet slowly rolling over the three of us, I waited for the first question to hit. Because I knew it would and I was curious. Not of which of my uncles would ask, not of what the question would be, but of how I would answer it.
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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See
Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical
Chapters: 10/?
Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae)
The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell
Word Count: 1,563
Warnings: M for Language and Suggestive Content
Notes: …angst angst angst angst...
Chapter 10- In Which Occam’s Razor is Proven Correct
In the almost two months since moving into the house with Lydia and Beetlejuice, Holidae had yet to venture beyond the second floor.
She was aware there was a massive attic space, that Lydia’s family had a few things stored up there for safekeeping, but it was wholly underused in the grand scheme of the floor plan. Holidae vaguely remembered Lydia saying something about wanting to convert it into a dark room at some point, but nothing else. It was just there. A set of steps leading off into the abyss as far as she was concerned.
So it was quite the surprise when Lydia sent Holidae up to the attic to rummage around for photo props for her latest brilliant scheme.
“Just go find something… I dunno. Haunted looking.” Lydia had instructed before retreating back into her bedroom.
Holidae trudged up the surprisingly steep set of stairs, barely even touching the doorknob before it swung open, almost beckoning her inside. She was getting used to the creepy nature of the house by then, merely shutting the door behind her with a quiet click.
The space was huge, but not as empty as Lydia had claimed. An old, patched up sleeper sofa was unfolded into a bed in the far corner, accompanied by a dresser and a large mirror. A rack of clothes was stuffed up against the wall, doing a poor job of hiding the piles of meticulous marked cardboard boxes that lined the walls. Unfinished works of “art” sat collecting dust on the opposite side of the room. With a little work, it could have been converted into a rather spacious guest room, but it was far too shabby to house anyone now.
Holidae’s attention was drawn to the clothing rack, seeing an array of colorful dresses - Delia’s, no doubt - and some smaller, darker clothes: most likely Lydia’s old hand-me-downs. She sifted through the clothing idly, making the occasional face at the more gaudy ensembles, until she came upon… a man’s suit. It was hidden so well in between the other garments, she would have passed it by completely if she hadn’t been paying attention.
She pulled out the suit, shaking some dust off of the lapels, and inspected it carefully. The jacket and pants were a deep, but loud, red color; stained with grime that turned patches of fabric a sickly gray, stitched with thread that didn’t match any color on the suit. A ruffled shirt completely the look: again, a garish red, but a rusty hued stain had soaked into the front of it, a good sized rip disrupting the button line.
Furrowing her brow, Holidae stood in front of the mirror, holding up the suit next to her for height reference, “Hm. Too short for Mr. Deetz…”
A small whiff of tobacco smoke was the only warning she had before the suit was ripped from her hands, and she was shoved backwards toward the center of the room with force. It took some ungraceful, wobbly steps, but she managed to regain her center of gravity. Beetlejuice stood in the place she once was, crushing the suit against his chest in a vice-like grip, his hair matching the red of the fabric, his expression terrifying.
“Who the fuck gave you permission to come up here and go through my shit?” His gravely voice was low, reverberating deep in his chest.
Holidae held up her hands in defense, “Whoa, wait! I had zero idea of your stuff being up here! Lydia told me to get something for her, that’s all.”
“She told you to get this?” He held up the suit, “This specific thing that was hidden from view?”
“Well, no…” She started to chew on her bottom lip, feeling the pit of her stomach drop. “She said to get something haunted, so I was looking around through the clothes because most of them are frankly hideous, and it was on the rack. How was I supposed to know you wore anything besides stripes for god’s sake? I don’t think you have the right to be so angry about something like this.”
Beetlejuice didn’t seem impressed with her ramblings, putting the suit back in its place before advancing on her like an animal, “I don’t have the right?”
Despite him now looming over her, she stood her ground, “It was an honest mistake.”
His hands wrapped themselves around her neck, his thumbs pressing up into the bottom of her jaw, “Honest mistake, she says, like I would just believe you. You know what else could be called an honest mistake? Snapping your neck before you could even take a last breath. Oh no, what a shame, I didn’t mean to murder her. It was an honest mistake.”
“N-no, an honest mistake would be more akin to forcing your bestest best friend to marry you under duress and then realizing the whole affair was a waste because if you would have just sat down and talked things over you could have been happier faster.” Holidae could feel her pulse pounding under her skin, pressing against the force of his hands. “I know a tuxedo when I see one.”
Beetlejuice squeezed harder, earning him a gasp from his captive, “You are so mouthy today, Holli. Where’s all this coming from, huh? Do you think we’re friends Holli? That we have some sort of understanding? What makes you think I haven’t been fucking with you this whole time because I’m bored out of my skull? Wait wait… don’t tell me… you think I feel something for you other than utter contempt, right? You’re alive. I exterminate living things as a job.”
“…did anyone ever tell you that you can’t lie for shit?” Holidae choked out, her eyes starting to water with effort to breathe.
The muscles in his jaw twitched, and he eased up on his grasp, “…I lie all the time, babes.”
“Exactly, but you’re bad at it.” She reached her hands up, grabbing hold of his forearms. “If you didn’t care about the living as much as you claim, you wouldn’t have kept a constant reminder of a time when you were one of us.”
“Ugggh, damn.” Beetlejuice released her completely, walking over to sit on the edge of the fold-out bed.
Holidae waited a moment before following him, watching as his coloring turned from red to a dull violet, sitting with his face in his hands. Still leery, she crept over, standing over him in quiet contemplation.
“…don’t tell Lyds.” He finally spoke, running his hands down his face with a sigh.
“About the suit?” She asked, gesturing behind him to the clothing rack.
“No, about the fact I haven’t dusted up here in weeks. Yes about the suit.” Beej groaned, leaning over and resting his head against her thigh. “I know she already feels bad about the whole… stabbing thing. I don’t want to make it worse for her.”
“Tell you what; no more murder attempts, and I’ll keep your secret.” One of her hands reached down and patted him on the head; surprised by how soft his hair felt despite it’s messy nature. “Deal?”
Almost instinctively, he leaned into her soft touches, “Deal. Weirdo.”
“Me? I’m the weirdo? Uhh, pot calling kettle there, sir.” Holidae protested, tapping on his skull with her fingertips, “Mind elaborating for me?”
Beetlejuice put his hands around her waist, pulling her down onto the bed beside him, and rested his head on her soft stomach. Holidae made a small noise at the sudden shift of view, but let him do as he pleased for the moment. Her hand went back to absently petting his hair, seeing pink mix with the violet.
“I’m a literal demon who just threatened your life again, and you didn’t have the self preservation to like… run away. You’re weird. Like Lydia is weird… but you’re different weird.” His clawed fingers, unsubtle as he was, slipped under the hem of her shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath.
“Okay, I’ll give you that. Ahh~ cold hands.” She squirmed uncomfortably.
“Cold hands? Where?” He sat up, pulling her shirt up and over her bra to expose more of her skin, rolling her back and forth to check all sides of her. “I don’t see any cold hands under here. I think you’re losing it, Holidae; finally going mad! It’s the curse of this house.”
“Or maybe it was a jerkass ghost.” Holidae flailed helplessly, completely undone and laughing until she was out of breath, “S-stop!”
Beej continued running his hands all over her exposed flesh, pinching and dragging his claws to leave little white marks, “I’m trying to get those cold hands off of you, hold still! You’re clearly in distress and need my help, babydoll, your face is all red… you must be terrified, right? Don’t you worry about a thing. Aha!”
He dove down as he lifted her midsection off the bed, catching some skin between his teeth and biting sharply, the flesh immediately red and starting to bruise when he pulled away. Holidae couldn’t hold back the noise that left her throat; a soft keening whine breaking through the laughter. It startled her, and she clamped a hand down over her mouth to muffle herself, watching as those molten gold eyes of his turn dark.
“Oh? Care to repeat that, Holli? Didn’t quite catch it…” Beetlejuice grinned wide, leaning down for another attack.
Knock
Knock
Knock
“Holli? Didn’t know if you got eaten by the monster octopus that lives up here. Should have warned you about Captain Tentacles, my bad.” Lydia’s voice echoed from the other side of the door, just as the knob started to turn.
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38 Kiribaku Fanfics
I decided I should gather all of my fics in one spot, and I mayaswell share it with you all! Enjoy!!
❤️ = favorite
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❤️ Houdini
Rating: T
Words: 14,142
Kirishima gets stuck in a closet with Bakugou for the sake of a stupid game, and it’s fine, it’s only seven minutes, what’s the worst that could happen
or how Bakugou finds some sort of excuse to make the time go faster and Kirishima realizes he doesn’t really want to get out of here
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❤️ 2am Knows All Secrets
Rating: T
Words: 59,033
… It wasn’t that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou’s quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro’s well-being.)
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❤️ ❤️ The Fool’s Rush
Rating: T
Words: 40,714
Settling down with each other is naturally what comes after being dorm neighbors for years. It’s time to navigate through adulthood together, to live the daily grind of being pro-heroes, to learn more than they thought they’d like to know about each other, about themselves.
Or how Bakugou and Kirishima find a way to call each other “home” and struggle with the realization that once all their bills are on auto-pay, the only thing they still have to deal with is this pit full of feelings they have ignored for too long.
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❤️ ❤️ Slow it Down (Go Easy On Me)
Rating: T
Words: 26,930
When a confrontation with a villain throws Bakugou through time, he’s forced to face a future he never imagined, and maybe something he can’t leave behind.
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❤️ But I’ve Got an Angry Heart
Rating: T
Words: 40,126
Bakugou Katsuki is not going to jeopardize his future a second time, and that means staying away from anyone who gets too close. Kirishima Eijirou has never learned how not to be close to someone. Of course, they end up as next-door neighbors.
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❤️ ❤️ The Lost Continent
Rating: E
Words: 97,887
Kirishima Eijirou is from a noble family of pirate exterminators. Bakugou Katsuki is rising as one of the most fearsome pirates on the seas.
When a trade goes awry, Kirishima finds himself cast among Bakugou’s crew, having to learn the ropes and the sea as they chase after All Might’s infamous hidden treasure.
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❤️ Broomsticks
Rating: M
Words: 47,452
Local witch Bakugo Katsuki doesn’t have many friends and he’d like to keep it that way but the shop that he gets all his ingredients from has a new delivery boy that might just work his way into Bakugo’s fiery little heart.
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❤️ Stargazer
Rating: T
Words: 3,346
Wherein every single Christmas, Kirishima and Bakugou queue up for hours to buy food. Bakugou hates it (not really).
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❤️ Downhill
Rating: T
Words: 5,546
Bakugou sleeping in the common areas like it’s no big deal seems to give everyone else permission to be just as bizarre, and little by little Kirishima starts learning things about his classmates he never knew.
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❤️ Quote, Love, Unquote
Rating: T
Words: 135,781
When Kirishima Eijirou’s band hits the big time, he’s not prepared for his newfound fame. He’s even less prepared to meet the actor he’s been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he’s in over his head. But it’s hard to stop, once his heart is in it.
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Melt My Heart
Rating: E
Words: 37,409
Bakugou is an elite figure skating determined to be the best in the world and, one day at the rink, Kirishima, a new hockey player, stumbles into his life (literally). No matter how hard Bakugou shakes, Kirishima just won’t let go, and after a while he stops trying; it takes him much longer to admit he needs him by his side. Their relationship strengthens as the competitive skating season goes on and slowly but steadily develops into something more than just friendship.
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Hit Me
Rating: E
Words: 34,851
Around 6-8 months after being kidnapped and rescued from the League of Villians, Katsuki Bakugou is having a rough time deciphering whether his anger is normal, or if it’s caused by the trauma he experienced. It’s a good thing the campus counselor deals with his sass, and it’s a good thing he has Kirishima around to take his angry outbursts in stride. When Katsuki and Kirishima start to spar with each other to help him blow off some steam, feelings happen, and we all know Katsuki isn’t good at feelings. – Rated explicit for Bakugou’s dirty mouth and eventual smut.
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Broken Bridges
Rating: E
Words: 68,766
After years of working abroad, Kirishima moves back to Japan to open his own agency, and things seem to be going well. There’s plenty of work, he gains popularity quickly, and it’s a relief to be back in his home country. Everything is perfect, until he runs into Bakugou on the scene of a villain attack.
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The Unexpected Benefits of Broken Heating
Rating: E
Words: 8,581
When Bakugou’s heating decides to kindly fuck up on a freezing cold day in mid October, he has every reason to be pissed off but a particularly attractive, red headed repairman might make things a little better.
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No Decision
Rating: E
Words: 32,722
Kirishima Eijirou’s a newly contracted fighter for Japan’s major Mixed Martial Arts promotion and Bakugou Katsuki’s its volatile middleweight champion. But when the two men meet in a chance encounter and discover Kirishima can’t be knocked out by the champ’s famous elite strikes, it sparks a rivalry and fascination between them that can’t be settled in the cage.
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You Have a New Admirer!
Rating: E
Words: 12,792
When Katsuki is convinced (read: bribed) to try out a friend’s glitchy dating app, he’s expecting the whole experience to be a resounding failure. Instead he ends up meeting Kirishima, who turns out to be the perfect combination of sexy, sweet, and way too freakin’ earnest, all rolled into one easy-to-fall-for package.
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Tonight We’re the Sea
Rating: M
Words: 60,715
Kirishima goes to a quiet seaside town to take care of his grandmother after she has a bad fall. There he meets Bakugou Katsuki and falls in love.
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Overworked & Underfucked
Rating: E
Words: 11,907
“It’s just not manly to leave your bro like this, after knowing he can’t do anything about it, you know?” Kirishima blabbers some kind of bullshit excuse, and the worst part is that it looks like he’s totally convinced of it. “It’s just a— handjob,” he stumbles over the word, the weight of what he’s proposing hitting him all at once, but he doesn’t stop. “—but if you’re not into it we can pretend I didn’t just say that.”
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Manly man falls for manliest man (Incomplete)
Rating: E
Words: 100,929
Kirishima brings up Bakugou one day as he and Kaminari are eating together in the campus cafeteria. Super casual, like yeah-I-saw-this-guy-on-TV-once, and not I’ve-watched-literally-every-single-interview-he’s-ever-even-been-in-the-background-of-and-wouldn’t-mind-having-his-babies.
“Oh, him,” Kaminari says. “Eh, he’s popular lately, I guess. Don’t see what all the hype’s about.”
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Worth A Thousand Words
Rating: T
Words: 43,012
When a rare picture of Bakugou smiling leads Class 3A to believe he is in a relationship with Utsushimi Camie, a contest arises to see who can get the most pictures of the couple together.
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I Want You to Show Me
Rating: E
Words: 3,673
“I already told you, I’m not gonna break, you don’t have to go slow.”
“What if I want to, though?” Kirishima murmurs quietly. “What if I wanna take my time with you?”
Bakugou shivers.
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You Need to Relax
Rating: E
Words: 62,272
Bakugou Katsuki has always been uptight. Maybe there’s a specific reason he always looks so tense? Kirishima wants to be the friend to help. Based on a little headcanon that Bakugou’s quirk hurts him
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Outshining the Sun
Rating: M
Words: 58,526
It’s the end of the semester, and UA has decided that class 2A needs a vacation after all they’ve been through.
Two weeks at the beach with his classmates sounds like a drag to Bakugou, but with Kirishima’s begging, he decides to take part in the trip. He didn’t realize that spending so much time with his redheaded friend would lead to him having to confront some uncomfortable truths that he tried to keep hidden, even from himself. And Kirishima is just trying to keep himself together.
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Chitchat and Pencil Pushers
Rating: E
Words: 92,777
Kirishima starts a new office job and unfortunately discovers that he may just have a big crush on the worst person possible
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Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Rating: T
Words: 4,463
It’s not weird to share a bed with your best bro. It’s completely normal, and platonic, to get under the covers and to have a conversation in whispers even if nobody else is in the room.
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Fire and the Flood
Rating: E
Words: 7,186
Kirishima’s good at massages and Bakugou’s bad at feelings (they both are).
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In the Dark of the Night
Rating: E
Words: 84,611
Chanting sounded through the Colosseum. “Red Riot! Red Riot! Red Riot!”
“Sero,” Bakugou snapped at the Head of his Council, seated a few meters to his right in the Emperor’s box. “What the fuck is a Red Riot?”
Sero nodded his head to the pit and Bakugou followed his gaze, watching as another gladiator walked out of the gate and towards the center. “New gladiator prodigy. He’s only eighteen, but he hasn’t even come close to losing a fight since he started a couple months ago.” Then, Sero smirked. “I think you’re gonna like him.”
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Just a Touch (Too Much)
Rating: E
Words: 3,330
Prompt from the Kink Meme: Kirishima gets oversensitive after using his quirk too much, and somebody (Bakugou) fucks him until he’s so overstimulated that he cries
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Roses are Red and They Taste Like Shit
Rating: T
Words: 47,846
Katsuki was really fucking sick of the smell of flowers. Hanahaki disease
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Tell Me I’m Yours
Rating: E
Words: 6,180
Bakugou was going a little crazy. He could grudgingly admit that it was at least in part his own fault; moving in with his best friend maybe hadn’t been the best idea. At first, it sounded great. The rent would be cheaper, grocery shopping and cooking for two would be way more convenient, and it would be easier for the two of them to hang out. The only thing was, Bakugou forgot to consider how the joys of moving in with his aforementioned best friend might be dampened by the fact that he was madly in love with him.
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Brewed & Beards
Rating: E
Words: 30,729
Kirishima is starting his first year of college with his three best friends when he meets an impossibly hot barista with a really piss poor attitude. Unfortunately the man is all Kiri can think about. Too bad it looks like he has a girlfriend.
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A Heart Swelled to Bursting
Rating: M
Words: 49,644
The summer training camp of Bakugou’s second year at UA descends upon him with all the untamed fury of- well, himself, honestly.
PACKING CHECKLIST:
✓boyfriend (need to figure out how much he’s willing to let him get away with)
✓people who claim to be his friends (deluded and in need of correction)
✓ptsd (that he absolutely doesn’t actually have)
✓a healthy dose of denial (say it five times fast and that means it’s true, right)
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Idiots and Denials
Rating: M
Words: 44,642
Bakugou hates Kirishima’s teeth. He doesn’t think they’re cute at all. Really. Series of snapshots following Kirishima and Bakugou’s relationship.
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Six Page Spread (Incomplete)
Rating: E
Words: 76,783
They’re 22 and Bakugou’s finally gotten control over his public image. Think more…“bad boy” and less “explosive asshole”. Kirishima is weak (though he always has been).
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The Best Part is Falling
Rating: T
Words: 11,656
Bakugou’s had enough of Kirishima asking to sleep with him almost every night (“I just sleep better when I’m next to you, man!”) and going on and on about how nobody makes him happier and calling Bakugou the most handsome boy in their whole class and putting his hands all over Bakugou’s spine and waist in mundane, public situations, like that’s platonic behavior – he’s obviously in love with Bakugou, and Bakugou’s obviously in love with him, but does he realize that? Perhaps it is about time Bakugou corners himself into martyrdom and spells it out for Kirishima.
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Say You Like Me
Rating: M
Words: 5,456
Five times Bakugou thinks his crush on Kirishima is unrequited, and one time he’s proven wrong.
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I Even Like His Shitty Hair
Rating: M
Words: 54,255
“It works better if you take your shirt off, idiot,” Bakugou admonished, rolling his eyes.
Kirishima gulped, he bet it did. He just hoped he’d hear those words in different circumstances one day.
Kirishima has had a little crush on his best friend for a while and even though he liked Bakugou, he knew he couldn’t feel the same way so he didn’t want to ruin their friendship over it. Yet there was a sinking feeling in his stomach that told him it wasn’t manly to hide his feelings and that he would never know if he never tried. So he tries and learns that Bakugou gives back as good as he gets.
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A Meme a Day
Rating: T
Words: 131,297
Kirishima’s always been happy to meet people and make new friends. Needless to say, he’s ecstatic when he’s informed that he’s finally getting assigned a roommate after a month of living alone in a dorm room. He’s more than happy to welcome his new roommate with a smile and help him out with anything he needs. He isn’t expecting, however, to meet a seriously attractive blonde with intense irises that shine with his favorite color, and who he also has trouble keeping his own eyes off of.
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Falling From Grace, Landing In Love (AU)
Vaggie has to make a choice to decide her fate for her afterlife. She is trained to become an Exterminator due to her personality and expertise with weapons. She is sent with the other Angels of Death to purge the citizens of Hell once every year to reduce overpopulation and induce fear in the sinners. Along the way, she meets Charlie, the princess of Hell and falls in love.
Unable to kill her or any other demons, Vaggie chooses to be with Charlie and disobeys the others. She falls from grace and lands in Hell in her current moth demon form. She is left with a harpoon weapon to defend herself and a mission. Her mission is now to spy on (mostly) Charlie and the other demons to try and get them to redeem themselves. (and also to ensure that the citizens don’t pose a threat to Heaven, God and the angels). Only when she is able to redeem herself, her girlfriend Charlie and other demons can she ascend to Heaven (or an alternate realm).
Ascension (Vaggie)
“Vagatha…”
“Vagatha…”
The sound of her name mingled with the chorus of a choir. A black void was all she could see…if she actually had vision. Floating in the darkness, no physical feeling…she didn’t appear to have a body at all.
For a moment, she just…was.
“Vagatha…”
The vocalizations appeared to be coming from above. Faint rays of white light appeared, slowly reaching out. Though bright, it’s wasn’t blinding…it was light at the end of a tunnel of space and time.
The light radiated closer, and as it did, her senses sharpened.
Wait…wasn’t she…dead? Why could she perceive this event in the first place? Death meant a change into energy, a merging with the universe…at least that’s what many spiritualists believed.
Had the choir not sung out her name, she may have forgotten who she is…or was.
Vagatha was apparently her name…she knew it sounded familiar, but also wasn’t quite right. Too formal and too long.
A shorter, better-suited version would be…
Vaggie.
She felt every inch of her ethereal being yell out her name, but no sound came out. It was similar to a person declaring something in their sleep, or speeches inside the mind. Repeating it, holding onto the word that could somehow connect her to what was before…and what was to come.
The darkness was soon dispelled by the light and the whiteness around her gained the form of large puffy clouds.
Moving forward until an unseen force froze her in her tracks, the deceased soul saw a unique sight. A slightly rusted golden gate blocked her path. A silver sign next to it read “Low Level of Heaven.”
Heaven?
An angel appeared next to the gate, clothed in white dress pants, a white shirt with a golden bow-tie and a pair of white feathering wings folded behind his back. Strangely enough, his face was completely white, with red blushes off to the sides on either cheek. His hair was bronze gold and short, looking white. If he hadn’t looked so serene and regal, she would’ve considered him a clown.
He stared at her and spoke wordlessly with his golden eyes. “What’s your name?”
She knew what to say. “I am Vaggie.”
“Vagatha Gonzales,” the angel stated, looking at a holographic list that appeared in front of him. “Formerly of Earth. El Salvadorian ancestry, born to Jeffery and Margaret on May 10th, 1992…”
The angel’s words faded in and out in a haze. She was on the brink between matter and ether. Until something snapped her into focus.
“…died in 2014 of stab wounds and homicide.”
Brief traumatic-inducing images flashed in front of her, but she couldn’t quite piece them together.
The angel then went on naming all the good and bad deeds that Vaggie had supposedly done in her previous human life. He started off with the good:
“A hard-working individual, devoted to her values/faith. Protective of children, animals, and flying creatures: Moths in particular…”
How in Heaven and Hell could he see through her?
And then the so-called sins…
“…harmed and maimed various racist men in the name of your family and Hispanic women…displayed lustful feelings toward other females…”
A boiling feeling of rage filled her body-less form. Her previous memories started to rush back to her. “Love, not lust! It’s who I was. Who decides what’s good and what’s bad?”
“God, the Heavenly Father,” the angel answered.
“Read my mind again. I dare you!”
“You don’t technically have one as of yet.”
“Then where’s yours? Did you lose it?”
The angel sighed. “Let’s just get through this interrogation process smoothly. I have eternity to reside here, but I’d prefer to not waste much of it on arguments.”
Vaggie fell silent. “Anything neutral about me?”
“You liked punk rock music, 80’s music, and Latino music.”
“O…kay? When I get into this place, can I listen to them?”
“If you truly get in,” the angel added. “All souls begin with an evaluation and judgement. The majority are neutral, like yourself. The evil and unfaithful get sent down to Hell. Only the heroic and legendary can reach the highest levels of Heaven and find fulfillment with God.”
Vaggie was silent again.
The angel turned red in the face and summoned a piece of paper in his hand, glancing down at it. “Or Nirvana. Or Akasha. Or becoming one with the Universe and the Higher Self,” he read. The list of other faiths went on, though Satanism and certain Pagan faiths were not included. “Man, diverse times in the mortal realm call for more accommodations around here…”
“Who the fuck are you?!”
“To answer your current question,” the angel added, unfazed, “My name is Puriel. I am an examiner of souls brought to Heaven. Each soul gets one chance in Heaven at the lowest level. Those who can prove their worth can ascend to higher planes. It is a starting point for the majority of souls. Sadly, there are more that end up going to Hell, which poses a big problem.”
Puriel continued.
“But more on that, later. And yes…other realms do exist…Enlightenment, Avalon, Summerland, the Void, etc. The lower level of Heaven is a basic starting point for the afterlife, mostly because it’s been woven into mortals’ minds for centuries. Souls are given one chance, though there are, of course, exceptions.”
Vaggie could already feel Puriel’s eyes judging her.
Puriel waved his hand and spoke an ancient incantation. Vaggie somehow understood it: “Breath is lost, a new life found, Temporary form to this soul be bound.”
Vaggie’s new form very much resembled her previous human form…thought it was also very different. As a human, she had thick dark hair, light brown skin, and a thin but strong physique. She had gotten her muscular tone from martial arts and hard work. She frequently wore gothic outfits of black, gray and pastel pink.
Her skin was now slightly light gray, her hair long and white with faint bands of red along the tips. A pink bow was perched on her head, like the one she enjoyed wearing as a human. Her eyes were large and the sclera orange. She wore stockings over her legs, the right one navy blue, the left one with pink stripes on it. Her white mini dress with two xs over her breasts covered the top half of her legs and exposed her light gray shoulders. She wore a blue undershirt and a tight collar around her neck. A large pink X appeared over her left eye, the same eye that had been damaged in her previous life. Vaggie’s most stunning feature was a pair of white feathery wings that materialized from golden light and emerged from her back. Her wings also had thin red bands along near the tips.
“This is the form that appeared in your mind, so at your request, this is your usual form for the afterlife,” said Puriel. “Your redeemed form will be the one you possessed as a human.”
“Thank you,” she replied, staring at herself. She would have to get used to her alternate form, but already it seemed fitting for her.
Puriel spoke another incantation and several portals opened up in a row above the gate. The faces that appeared in the holes were the faces of other angels: Michael, Raphael, Haniel, Gabriel, and even some Angels of Death: Dumah, Azrael, etc.
In the very center, another portal opened, revealing six winged seraphim angels guarding a hovering throne. God Himself, appearing as an elderly man with a great white beard, gazed upon his subjects and attendants. He began to talk with the council of angels residing in different spheres of Heaven.
Vaggie couldn’t make out the words, as they were speaking in a divine language only few had the privilege to learn.
After what felt like an eternity, God left and one by one, the angels and the portals vanished.
Puriel turned to Vaggie.
“Your misdeeds by themselves would originally send you right to Hell, but you also have a chance to repent based on your values of justice and wisdom.”
“You have several choices. First, you can return back to the void of nonexistence. No feeling, no memory, nothing…thus bringing balance to the universe. For what emerges from the ether must eventually return. Those who die a second time in Hell, Heaven, or any realm, will cease to exist again.”
“Just stop with the philosophical bullshit.” Vaggie clenched her fists, eager to get past this unbearable lecture.
“Second, you can travel to other realms and see if they’ll let you pass…though it may take a while and it’s not guaranteed. Third, you could go straight to Hell and become a demon…though it’s not recommended.”
“…Or, if you choose to stay here…you are to become a member of our Exterminator Angels of Death. This is determined based on both your proficiency in fighting and weaponry…but also on your neutral nature overall. Though your past human actions would be considered malicious, your overall intentions were pure. Once initiated into the soldier ranks, you will need to prove yourself in order to potentially ascend to higher levels of Heaven. What say you?”
Vaggie thought for a moment. “I want to stay in Heaven and see my family.”
“Do you solemnly swear to serve in the name of Christ the Lord and embrace His ways and the ways of the citizens of Heaven?”
“I accept.” A flaming white halo with little spikes through the brim appeared above Vaggie’s head. A small white arrow with the shape of a French emblem appeared in the center of the halo.
“Close your eyes and focus,” said Puriel. “Say, ‘Saint Samael, I’m ready for duty.’”
Vaggie did so, and she instantly transformed.
A harpoon weapon appeared in her right hand and an LED mask in her left. Dark curved horns arched slightly past her head, her white hair vanishing under a dark hood. Her wings now sprouted black feathers which were both strong as steel and lightweight for graceful movement. In replacement of her normal outfit, she now wore a kind of black body suit with feathered gauntlets over her arms and lower legs, all black. She stared at the LED mask which displayed a glowing white eye to the left, an x in place of an eye on the right and a large glowing white grin. There appeared to be faint red stains off to the sides. Vaggie almost recoiled at the grotesque item. Hesitantly, she put on the mask and was still able to see clearly.
“Archangel Vagatha,” Puriel said, declaring her new title. “Your fate has been decided. Your mission is to purge the demonic citizens of Hell once a year to reduce overpopulation to a set quantity. Any relationships and fraternization with the citizens of Hell is forbidden. Your training begins at twilight.”
The gates finally opened soundlessly and Vaggie flew through. She was amazed at how she quickly got used to her wings, like they were a second pair of strong arms. Her harpoon somehow felt natural in her hands. She was half tempted to throw it at Puriel, but she knew that the mostly immortal being would not be happy.
Was he immortal? Was she immortal, even in this peculiar plane of existence?
“And Vagatha,” warned Puriel as she briefly glanced back at his row of strangely sharp white teeth, “Break the rules of God, and you’ll fall from grace. Your halo will vanish and your wings will burn off. You will become nothing else but a demon of Hell forever.”
Preparation (Charlie)
“Charlotte, it’s almost time for the show to begin. Hurry on down!”
A young teen demon was sitting in front of a mirror decorated with yellow eyes with black pupils along the elegant rim. She put on a dash of red lipstick while her two goat dolls, Razzle and Dazzle fixed her hair.
“Dad!” called the blond-haired princess from inside her room, “I told you to call me Charlie! Charlotte sounds too…strange.”
“Well that’s your name, you should be used to it by now.”
Charlie rolled her eyes and stared at her reflection: golden yellow eyes, a ghost white face with red blushes off to the side of her cheeks, razor sharp fangs when she smiled. She was so excited, she could barely sit still.
When her attendants were done, she stood up to admire herself and her outfit. A candy red pinstriped dress nearly touched the floor and felt slightly tight around her waist. An enchanted light purple snake was wrapped around her waistline, both serving as decoration and self-defense in case of grabby onlookers. It was very similar to the snake that her father Lucifer kept around his white top hat (though both were protective of their owners thanks to Lucifer’s magic). Spider web leggings covered her pale legs and on her feet were black tap-dancing shoes. One of her feet was already moving up and down slightly. Finally, Charlie wore a black spiked crown with a red apple gem in the center.
“My 150th birthday!” she exclaimed, doing several happy jumps. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while.”
Indeed, it had been 150 years since she had been born in Hell to the king and queen. Unlike humans, the demons hardly aged at all, or if they did, it was a very slow process. (Then again, they were already dead, so it didn’t really matter.)
But Charlie had heard of the interesting human tradition they called “birthdays” on Earth. She insisted to her parents they had to celebrate hers once a year.
While Lucifer had been reluctant, Lilith agreed.
“We can’t participate in that foolish human tradition,” Lucifer argued. “Especially since we aren’t alive and our people are supposed to be suffering twenty four, seven.”
“If it makes our daughter happy, then so be it,” she said. “Besides, no one else has to know. It’ll be one of our traditions.”
“Very well,” he said. “But since Charlie gets a special day of her own, why don’t we make some days special for us…if you know what I mean.”
He gave her a devilish wink and she grinned in return. “A special day for domination…I’m up for that.”
Charlie had then entered the room, asking “What’re you talking about?” and the topic was changed.
“So, about that meeting with the other overlords?” Lilith asked her husband.
“As usual, I warned them they needed to know their place.”
Rolling her eyes, Charlie had left to play the grand piano.
“Are you coming or not?” Lucifer asked, snapping her back to reality.
“I’m ready!” she called, opening the door.
There was her father in front of her, smiling his nearly ever-present grin. Like her, he had (much shorter) blond hair, a white face, blushes on his cheeks, and yellow eyes. He wore his usual white and candy red suit, with his white top hap with a snake along the rim. A black staff appeared in his hand with the Forbidden Fruit on the top: a red apple. Lilith walked over to stand beside him, wearing an elegant red dress and her usual black crown between her red horns on her head. She had blond hair even longer than Charlie’s and was taller than Lucifer.
“Oh Charlie,” exclaimed her mother in a soft voice, “You look so beautiful! You remind me of me when I was your age.”
Charlie embraced her mother in a happy hug. “Come on, now,” Lilith said, letting go and beckoning her to come forward. “Our guests are waiting.”
The “guests” were actually some of Lucifer’s snakes which he reluctantly enchanted to take on the appearances of…
“Disney Princesses and Harry Potter wizards,” Lucifer muttered in disgust. “It could’ve been wounded demons sprawling in pain on the ground like in the past…”
Charlie walked down the curving staircase down to the lobby of her family’s mansion. The “princesses” smiled and waved at her and some threw flower petals to her (which were actually dried scales dyed pink.)
“You know how much she doesn’t like that,” Lilith mentioned. Charlie took the stage and began to sing.
“But those enchantments aren’t even real,” he said. “It’s one of the ways to prepare her for her future duties as Hell’s princess.”
“And what’s the other way?”
Lucifer whispered into his wife’s ear and her eyes widened in both delight and hesitation.
“Oh that’s right. Today is also that day.”
“Surely she will enjoy getting a glimpse of what happens out in the world,” Lucifer smiled.
“But…what if it’s too much for her?”
“Too, much?” Lucifer asked. “She’s 150 now. She has to be ready. It’s a growing up right of passage that cannot wait any longer.”
They watched Charlie take a bow as her doll demons clapped.
“Trust me,” said Lucifer. “She’ll be delighted to witness her first…”
“Cake!” Charlie squealed. “Oh my Satan, that’s amazing!”
A devil’s food cake was rolled and set on a table in front of her. It had chocolate frosting (per her request), spidery snakes on the top and a fat red apple candle.
After singing to her in their deep hellish voices saved for certain occasions, Charlie pointed her clawed finger at the candle and the flame shot into the air, bursting into red apple fireworks. The noise spooked the apparitions and the regular snakes appeared once more.
For the first half of the private party, Charlie entertained her parents by demonstrating her dancing skills up on stage. For Charlie, dancing wasn’t just a hobby: it was a way of life and a method to express her deepest feelings that she couldn’t put into words. Razzle played the grand piano and Dazzle played a violin as Charlie sang.
As the day neared its end, the clock outside rang out twelve times. In the past years, Charlie would head upstairs to her room to watch musicals while her parents went outside for some “entertainment.” Now this time, Charlie would get a chance to be with her parents.
“It’s a special surprise, sweetie,” said Lucifer. “Since it’s a big day for you, I’d like you to follow us.”
He said it as if it were an order. Feeling bewildered, but still very excited, Charlie let her parents led her up the elevator and toward the uppermost balcony. Razzle and Dazzle followed close behind.
Soon, the group walked onto the balcony that overlooked the crimson sky and dark clouds of hell.
Charlie stared out into the distance as the clock tower rang one last time.
“I don’t see anything,” she said. “Are we waiting for fireworks? Or a rainbow?”
“Silly Charlotte,” said her mother with a smile. “You’re about to witness something even better than those things.”
“A spectacle that you’ll gladly remember for years into your rule,” her father added.
Charlie smiled wide, until seeing a speck of something in the distance. It looked like a circle of white light that slowly grew larger into the shape of a portal.
“Huh?” she asked.
Lucifer smiled. “Charlotte, welcome to your first Extermination.”
Then…a swarm of dark flying creatures burst out of the portal. The shadowy figures rained down on the city below. Charlie looked closer and could see they had black feathery wings, dark curved horns and glowing white halos on their heads. Each one carried variations of spears, harpoons and other weapons in their hands.
“What are those things?” she asked.
“They’re angels,” said her mother.
“Angels?” she asked. “You mean like the ones in human myths?”
“No, dear,” said Lucifer, his grin wide. “These are no myths.”
All of a sudden, one flew close by and Charlie reeled back in fright. The angel that glided past had an LED mask on with a large sinister grin and an x over its right eye. The angel threw the spear in his hand, and the weapon struck a large parrot-like demon in the heart. The bird let out a shrill squawk as it plummeted to the ground.
Charlie glanced down at the streets and let out a sharp gasp.
Down below, demons of all shapes and sizes scattered from the onslaught of angels descending on them like hungry vultures. A demon with three heads was unfortunate enough to have a harpoon struck through all his heads, causing the creature to collapse. Two other angels were choking a red dragon demon, the creature’s eye bulging. Two hellhounds whined in pain as electricity from another spear struck them both in the backs. The bipedal canines crashed to the ground and did not move again.
Nothing but screams, robotic laughter, and carnage. The longer she watched, the more frightened Charlie became. Soon, the rotten stench of death filled her nostrils.
She glanced back at her parents casually watching the show from their chairs like it was a musical.
Tears sprang from Charlie’s eyes.
“What is all this?! Why are you showing me this?”
“It’s a yearly extermination to reduce the population of sinners once a year,” explained Lilith. It was like she was talking about the weather.
“Those are our people!” she cried. “And you’re just letting this happen?!”
“There’s no need to act so brash,” Lucifer scolded. “It’s just a natural way of ensuring that evil gets a through cleansing.”
“Cleansing? This is murder!”
“Sadly, it’s a necessary act,” Lilith added.
“As you know, I was once an angel,” said Lucifer. “I was banished down here and nearly killed myself. But then God, the angels and myself came to an agreement. The Exterminators could kill citizens in Hell once every year, while we, the royal family, would be left alone. It does make sense, considering we are the most powerful individuals here.”
Charlie took several ragged breaths. “What’s so special about us? What about them?!” She pointed down toward the fleeing demons rushing into cars, stores, and even dumpsters to try and get away. Down over at the poor section of Imp City, the imps were even less lucky. The one ones who could escape were ones with enough proficiency to create small portals or to shapeshift into Exterminators to trick them.
“This is Hell, Charlotte,” Lucifer said, eyes narrowing in frustration. “Suffering is what those lowlife scum deserve to experience. Just be lucky that we don’t have to deal with that.”
“Vaggie,” Charlie breathed almost in a whisper, already concerned about her friend.
“Now stop fooling around and embrace this momentous occasion,” said Lucifer.
“No,” Charlie said.
“Excuse me?” asked Lucifer, eyebrows raised.
“NO!” she cried, tears running down her face. Her eyes turned red and her long horns emerged from her head. “I’m not gonna sit here and let more of my people die. I can’t believe you hid this from me all these years!”
Charlie summoned Razzle and Dazzle and the two goats lifted her up and carried her down to the streets.
“GET BACK HERE AT ONCE!” Lucifer bellowed.
Ignoring her father, Charlie landed down on the cracked asphalt, nearly stepping on a severed horned demon head. Razzle and Dazzle hovered nearby.
She saw three angels corner a frightened cat demon with a spotted brown face who held her paws up. Spears pointed toward her head and heart, the feline gave one last sorrowful meow.
“HEY!” Charlie bellowed in her demonic voice. She was seeing red. Her black shoes clacked against the pavement. “STAY AWAY FROM MY PEOPLE!”
The three angels turned at the same time, their eyes glowing red and teeth spread out when spotting her. The cat demon scurried up the wall with her claws and leaped from roof to roof out of sight.
Flames receding from her body, horns shrinking back, Charlie backed up in fear and gulped as the angels advanced, their weapons at the ready. Razzle and Dazzle shuddered and held on tightly to Charlie’s hands. Just as the angels threw the spears and Charlie closed her eyes…
She heard a sickening thud.
The spears had struck a pair of black fiery wings. The spears vanished in flames before flaming swords materialized out of thin air. The angels were struck by the swords, causing them to back up.
Lucifer’s eyes were red, his temporary black wings made from his enchanted snakes merged together.
“LEAVE.”
His demonic voice could stop the heartbeats of an entire group.
Charlie slowly stood up once the angels had retreated and stared into Lucifer’s glowing red eyes. He slowly turned his head toward her. Though he was furious with her, she could see a small tear roll down his cheek before being evaporated by the heat.
“IF YOU EVER DO SOMETHING FOOLISH LIKE THAT AGAIN, I’LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER LEAVE OUR MANSION. YOU WILL BE GROUNDED UNTIL THIS PLACE FREEZES OVER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Charlie nodded with a whimper.
“YOU WILL ACCEPT YOUR ROLE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.”
Charlie glanced over toward a group of demons and gasped. As her father raised his hand toward her, something inside Charlie stirred. A peculiar feeling in her temple, just between her eyes began to tingle with warmth. It was almost as if time stood still.
When Charlie stared hard at the three homeless demons from a distance, she could almost see their faces briefly morph into their formerly human ones from their past lives: a white skinned bearded man with a bottle of alcohol in his hand, a mother with a cut-up face in torn prostitute clothing, a sobbing blonde boy in the mother’s lap just learning how to use a gun…
Before Charlie could say anything, a glowing magenta pentagram surrounded her and she was transported back to her room with Razzle and Dazzle.
Progression (Vaggie)
Vaggie couldn’t believe her eyes. Being so overwhelmed the day before with dying and becoming an Exterminator, she hardly had time to admire the shimmering city in the clouds.
But now, as she made her way to the armory for her training session, she couldn’t help but stare in wonder.
The architecture of the buildings ranged from Victorian mansions, to modern tech buildings made of glass and metal, to grand temples made of gold and silver, devoted to various gods, but mostly to Jesus. The streets were spotless and the roads were made of polished obsidian that was always smooth. Solar panels lay on every roof, powered by the sun. In the center of Holy City stood a mighty cathedral made of marble, reminiscent of Notre Dame. Several roman-style fountains were scattered around the city. One was a statue of Mary and Jesus as a little boy.
Looming like Mount Olympus stood God’s palace, made of gold and precious stones, the gates made of indestructible diamond. A nearby garden connected to the palace housed the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge, guarded by several angels and a golden dragon.
What was perhaps more intriguing were the citizens themselves. Some of them resembled typical white-winged angels: blonde or light colored hair, pale white faces with red blushes on their cheeks and yellow soulful eyes. Ironically, many of them had razor sharp teeth. The clothing they wore varied just as much as the outfits in Hell, coming from many periods throughout time. She noticed a dozen different ones: Roman tunics, medieval dresses and suits of armor, Egyptian clothing made of silk, top hats and suits from the 1900s. Some of the more casual people even wore modern jeans and t-shirts.
Like in Hell, other angels had characteristics of animals and items. Vaggie spotted men with dove wings, women with white swan feathers for hair, and dozens of bipedal cats and dogs getting along just fine. A few other angels had heads of flowers and some had the heads of lyres, trumpets, and other musical instruments. None of them had to worry about falling; they could either fly or walk on air. There were several mythical creatures as well, including dragons, a few unicorns, fairies, and Thunderbirds.
Several angels were in a circle in the sky, dancing the kumbaya and singing prayers while holding hands. Vaggie felt some nostalgia, remembering when she would wear brightly colored festival dresses for Cumbia dances and family events. She remembered dancing with her parents and extended family as upbeat Hispanic music played. How she longed for the taste of steamy quesadillas and juicy fresh fruit.
Just where were her parents? And how safe could she really feel, even in paradise? The last thing Vaggie needed was to be gang-raped and murdered a second time by a bunch of beastly homophobic men.
In the city around her, angels worked in ordinary jobs, especially in churches. There were also a few mosques, Buddhist temples and synagogues, but paled in comparison to the number of Christian places of worship. Volunteers and charity workers labored by the dozens, sending out food, blessings and miracles to the homeless and those residing in the lower levels of Heaven.
Already, Vaggie was feeling like some sort of outsider.
A small portal opened up to another heaven next door. Vaggie could see a glass building with bluish stained glass windows and classic art inside. A large sign on the roof read “Haven Hotel.” A bunch of angels were lining up and receiving white-winged keys in their hands. The portal closed before Vaggie could observe further.
Soon, Vaggie reached the armory, a building shaped like a small white fortress. She stood at attention next to several angels, already fitted in their black Exterminator uniforms, black wings and LED masks. Vaggie looked and saw two muscular angels carry out a brown chest with planetary symbols on it. They opened it up and there lay dozens of sharpened harpoons, spears, and swords in neat rows. They were new weapons to be used for the time after the Purge in the next year. After a brief prayer, the recruits were called up in alphabetical order by a slender angel with long blonde hair and a light blue suit to retrieve a weapon of their choice. Gabriel stood next to Samael, the leader of the Archangels. He had red/brown curly hair and pulled out the flaming sword weapon he already had. Michael, another Archangel Leader, held a sword of his own: Excalibur, the weapon that defeated Lucifer. Raphael, the healer angel with long brown hair stood in the distance to watch.
Samael called out the names of both new and old warriors one by one.
“Azrael.”
Azrael was the first angel. He strode up and picked out a scythe, then pulled a hood over his head of long dark hair.
“Camael. Cassiel. Dumah. Haniel. Hafineal. Israfil. Jegudiel. Jerahmael. Japhiel.”
Vaggie yawned.
“Kepherel. Munkar and Nakir. Metatron. Raguel. Ramiel. Raziel. Sandalphon. Sarathiel. Selaphiel.”
The list went on and on.
“Uriel. Uziel. Zachariel. Zadkiel. Zaphael. Zephaiel.”
Finally Samael said “Vagathaiel…um, Vagatha? Is that right?”
Vaggie looked up. “It’s Vaggie.”
“Right. Come on up.”
Vaggie strode forward, ignoring the murmurs and whispers of her colleagues. It was embarrassing enough to be the last one chosen on accident, not to mention the only female angel in the group.
Vaggie picked up the only weapon left in the chest, a harpoon spear. It felt good in her hands…like she was meant to wield it. Vaggie walked back to stand next to an angel with blonde unruly short hair, dressed in white.
“I’m Sam,” said the angel. “Many people call me Samael, but the real one is up there.”
He mentioned to the lead Angel of Death: Samael. He had long flaming red hair, a white face, and crimson eyes. A scar ran along his neck. He enjoyed tormenting sinners more than anyone. He morphed into Exterminator form.
“Welcome to training session and orientation. After our recent successful Extermination, it is now time to review what went well and discuss methods to increase efficiency.”
Vaggie and the others flew thirty laps around a group of clouds then sat down for a lecture. The lecture covered Heaven’s history, Exterminator origins and the fall of Lucifer.
For the next half, Vaggie practiced on using her weapon. She threw her harpoon at a demon training dummy at various distances. She worked on blocking, stances, aim, and flying patterns. At other times, she worked with other angels in a group.
“Strike the head, between the eyes, the chest, abdomen and back,” Samael advised as he walked, observing the practicing soldiers. “Never get too close to some demons: their bites are venomous.” To others: “Swipe your weapon at the legs to trip your enemy. Keep a firm grip on your weapon. Follow orders and stick with at least two other angels during a raid.”
He continued: “If not enough demons are exterminated, then you all will have to repent for your failure of duty for three to seven days. Excitement of Ten Commandments, community service, fasting etc. Yes, I know we are all dead, but that doesn’t matter to the All Mighty Yahweh. Serve Him and happiness will serve you.” Samael showed a row of sharp teeth and a few angels flinched. “If you kill too many and linger too long and the portals will close and you’ll be trapped in Hell for a year. Either way, the demons must know their place, least they feel the need to bring war to Heaven.”
He glared and stopped where Vaggie was.
“Vagatha, your stance is way off. You need to spin faster when attacking multiple demons at once. Let your instincts move your body. And show less mercy to them or you’ll be begging for some during flogging, flying laps and scrubbing!”
Vaggie worked harder, feeling the pressures of this strange Heaven boot camp that felt like a living Hell.
After the intense training, they reviewed the Nine Circles of Hell, the seven sins and the seven virtues.
Vaggie was glad when the session was over at the start of twilight. Fortunately, she only had to attend six long days every other week (Sunday was rest day), as soldiers went on shifts. Walking into her designated home, Vaggie took off her uniform and tossed the mask aside, the creepy grin face staring at the ceiling. She concentrated, clearing her mind and the uniform appeared back on. Focusing again, the uniform came off next to her. She placed her weapon against the wall, not too far from reach. She lay down on a comfortable bed in a small house, which looked like the place she lived in when she was a human. In fact, other angels were living in different spots, in places that resembled their environment in their past lives. Colorful dresses and gothic outfits were neatly folded in nearby drawers. Punk rock posters from 90s bands were already hung up in her room. All of her favorites: Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, Green Day, Blink 182. A nearby iPod had those songs along with Cumbia, Salsa, Reggae and other music from her parent’s home country.
Vaggie was starting to feel creeped out. Everything seemed…too perfect. The room was mocking her, displaying her favorite things from her past…even an exact replica of a portrait of her and her parents! Her mother and father, both with dark hair, wearing practical clothing. Her as a little girl with light brown skin, long black hair, and both of her brown eyes. Her birth certificate was even in another drawer: “Vagatha Gonzales, New Mexico, May 10 1992 to September 11 2014. Age 22.”
She sobbed.
She screamed.
She ripped out chunks of her long white hair.
“My life…or death is not the same anyone! I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like it is. Fuck you!” she yelled to no one in particular.
Vaggie sighed in exhaustion. She wasn’t sure what would happen next. She missed her parents and her previous girlfriend. She missed music and soccer and martial arts. If only she could go back to worrying about jobs and kicking douchebag boys in the nuts. She never asked to be an Angel of Death with a possibility of going to Hell.
She buried her face in her hands. “What have I gotten myself into?”
Contemplation (Charlie)
The young demon princess lay down on her queen-size bed, complete with an apple-shaped headboard, velvet red sheets and matching curtains. Her room was a blend of a vampire’s room and a little girl’s room: among the spider webs and skulls along a dresser were drawings of unicorns and bottles of makeup. Drawings of demons holding hands hung from old branches sticking out from inside the wall. One drawing showed a smiling Charlie and Vaggie in between her parents. Scattered among the dark red walls were rainbow paint splotches and a painted sketch of a flower. A typed motto of “Don’t worry, be happy” was taped to the side of a mirror.
But on this particular day, the usually happy-go-lucky girl found it hard to be positive.
“He…called me a failure,” she said softly. Razzle and Dazzle nudged her head affectionately, their faces full of concern.
“Just before sending me here,” Charlie said. She stared at a crumpled piece of paper with her drawing of a hotel on it. The sign read “Happy Hotel” but the page was ripped thanks to Lucifer’s accusing claw tearing through it.
He had paced back and forth, clearly frustrated. “Ever since your foolish fiasco on your birthday last week, you’ve been…shall I say…frying my nerves with your random ideas.”
“What’s bad about a hotel that redeems sinners?” Charlie had asked.
“I’ll tell you what’s bad about it…everything! First, there is no hope for those low-class demon trash. They were sent down here for a reason; because there’s no chance for them to ever change their ways.”
“Dad, that’s not true…”
“Second,” he interrupted, “You’re supposed to keep up an important reputation as heir to the throne. No one will take you seriously again if you blab on and on about some fantasy you insist upon.”
“It can be true, though!” Charlie replied. “I’ve seen what those demons are like. Sure, they did bad things, but everyone deserves a second chance.”
“There are some people who don’t get second chances,” Lucifer answered, with a faraway look in his eyes. “And that also applies to those people out there. It’s just the way afterlife works, Charlotte.”
“What if, it doesn’t have to always be that way? There is a more humane way of reducing overpopulation without all the senseless slaughtering…”
“There is no other way!” Lucifer said, raising his voice. Charlie flinched back a bit. “If hell becomes overcrowded, then God and the Angels will not hesitate to eliminate the threat: us.”
He paused. The king hadn’t considered the possibility of a second death before…the final journey to the void.
“Dad, listen, I know it sounds far-fetched, but I’m confident that my idea will work. I just need to spread the word about the Happy Hotel.”
“And embarrass yourself and our legacy? Along with putting yourself in danger?!”
“I can defend myself, easily!”
“You may be powerful, but this place crawls with overlords and who knows what else that will kill you.”
“But we’re already dead.”
“No. I was born an angel, near immortal. You were born here in Hell. If you want to be able to have a stable future here, you will stop with your nonsense.”
“I’m not going to give up. I know there’s a rainbow inside every demonic soul. I’ve seen…”
She hesitated, debating on whether to tell him about the anguished human faces she had seen during the last purge.
“…humanity,” she finished.
As if reading her mind, Lucifer leaned in close, flames in his yellow eyes. “Do not think like an inferior human mortal. Humans are nothing but temporary bland prototypes to demons. All arrogant, not worthy of divine respect.”
“Have you even met a human?”
“I’ve learned enough about them to stick to my conclusion.”
“Many humans are good, just like other demons can be. Demons, after all, used to be human! Maybe they can become human again. Redeemed souls will be sent to Heaven and everybody wins! No more killings, no more sorrow. Enough with the “us versus them” speech. You will join me in paradise, Dad, then you’ll see.”
Lucifer growled, and flicked his daughter backward across the hall with his power. She landed on her butt and back with a surprised yelp of pain, as Razzle and Dazzle lifted her up off the floor.
“THERE IS NO PARIDISE FOR ME,” he boomed in his deep demonic voice, eyes red. It sent chills up Charlie’s spine. “NO HAPPY ENDING FOR ANYONE.” He sighed heavily. “The sooner you realize that, the better. You and the other demons will never leave Hell, I’ll make sure of it.”
Charlie’s mind began to whirl. What did he mean by that?
Charlie began to speak but her father held up a hand. “Not another word. One thing is for certain: based on your actions thus far, you are nothing but a failure.”
Tears pooled in Charlie’s eyes. “You…you don’t mean that, do you?”
Lucifer pointed toward Charlie’s room and then looked away. “Get…get out of my sight.”
Charlie could only stand frozen in disbelief and sadness as her father departed down the hall, staff in hand.
After tossing the worn paper aside, Charlie turned around and sobbed into her pillow. Later on, she sang a lament while walking to her balcony outside. Razzle and Dazzle even howled mournfully with her as she sang. It was the only way for her to truly express herself and let out her emotions.
“Why am I such a failure?
It always seems to be
Destined for the throne, yet I feel so alone
What is truly best for me?”
“Happiness lies at the end of the rainbow
Feeling like that’s the place to go
An endless distance, out of reach here
Lost in emptiness, foreshadowing fear”
“Inside of every demon is a soul (is a soul)
Trapped by events beyond their control (their control)
I try to help and brighten their day (to find their way)
But my hopes and dreams fade far away”
“Seeing the light in the darkness
In this world I’m blind
I wonder why I cling to hope
For those cruel and unkind”
“Goodness beneath the surface
Redemption beyond the mask
What is my role, my purpose?
How can I complete my task?”
“Peace, love, is all I ask
(Oooh, oooh, oooh)
Peace and love, is all I ask
(Oooh, oooh, oooh)
All I ask…”
“Inside of every demon is a soul (is a soul)
Trapped by events beyond their control (their control)
I try to help and brighten their day (to find their way)
But my hopes and dreams fade far away”
Extermination (Vaggie)
It was now time for Vaggie to put her skills she had learned to the test. One year had passed and the time for the Purge was upon her. Despite being a newbie in comparison with everyone else, Vaggie had become one of the best fighters among the Exterminators. The fateful day soon came, and Vaggie lined up in position with the other Archangels. All dressed in black. Vaggie’s harpoon was in her right hand. She had requested that her wings stay white, with the red line through them like her hair. Although she didn’t like to think of herself as a murderer, she told herself that it was for the greater good. Sinners would get what they deserved and balance and cleansing would be brought to Hell.
The angels all saluted when Samael strutted over. He had a black scythe in his hand, black flames rising from the blade. His red hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, his dark uniform, horns and mask ready for use. He walked over to Vaggie, approval in his eyes. “Your dedication to the Lord has been commendable. You’ve adapted well from your previous novice status. As such, I now assign you with an additional task.”
He continued, “You are to spy on Hell’s princess Charlotte, find her, and make her surrender to us. Be wary of her pyro kinetic powers. If she does not comply, you are to kill her on sight before the days end.”
Vaggie silently gulped as she saluted.
“But,” Samael added. “Don’t forget about the other demons. And…do not try to reason with Lucifer. The traitor and his promiscuous queen sealed their fates long ago.”
“Yes sir,” said Vaggie.
Samael nodded and walked toward the front to address the winged assassins.
“Remember to aim for the head, chest, groin and pressure points. Show no mercy to anyone or anything. May the Lord bless you and all your endeavors. The Father, Son and Holy Spirit will reside in our souls always. May He deliver us from all evil. Amen.”
“Amen!” the angels repeated.
Michael waved Excalibur and a round portal to Hell appeared against the white clouds. Samael led the way and the angels filed through, Vaggie following close behind.
Vaggie descended into the crimson chaotic world. The Big Ben-like clock tower rang twelve times, the *BONG* *BONG* rings echoing like hell’s bells of doom. The citizens screamed and scattered and scurried in the streets below. The angels were black vultures, circling around their prey. The thrust their spears forward. One angel managed to stab through two chubby orange demons like a gruesome shish kabab. Another demon in a black and white stripped outfit fired a gun at an angel to no effect. The demon teased the angel by appearing and disappearing around him. The trickster’s antics were cut short by a well-fired bolt of electricity through the demon. Two spears crisscrossed through the paralyzed frazzled demon, finishing him off for good.
Vaggie flew down and landed on the ground, stomping after other demons. One demon climbed up a tree, Vaggie followed it, lifting herself up, spear in her mouth and swinging up the branches. She sliced off the demon’s blue head then landed gracefully on the ground on one knee. Standing up, she spotted a red vampire with black wings. She threw her spear and the creature was struck down in a splash of blood. Retrieving her spear, she attacked other demons that got too close…or ones who ran in her line of sight.
“CLEANSE! CLEANSE! CLEANSE!” The chants rang out like a constant war cry. A demon held a sign that read “Fuck you, Heaven!” in large red letters. Nearby, demons with six arms held up protest signs which displayed hellish slogans on them: “God spelled backwards is Dog!” “Hail Lord Lucifer, our true savior!” “Salvation, Sex, Substances, and Slaying.” “Asshole Archangels Suck Dick!” “Go Home Jesus, We’re Drunk As Shit!”
Vaggie quickly made short gory work of them.
Then, Vaggie saw some things that made her freeze. A green frog demon was nursing a wounded doll child back to health. A long dark green snake demon hung motionless from a streetlight, looking like a piece of thick string in the shadows. Whining could be heard from a gray teenage hellhound wearing a black tank top in the middle of a road. She was kneeling next to the furry corpse of her hellhound boyfriend. She lifted up her head and howled in sorrow. Small mouse demons scampered away in fright when they saw Vaggie.
Vaggie stared at her bloodstained hands. “Have I truly become a remorseless monster?”
“CLEANSE! CLEANSE! CLEANSE!” The shouts pounded through the dark among the sounds of breaking glass, screeching cars, demonic laugher and the flickering of flames.
Vaggie’s gut clenched. There was no way she could kill these souls. They did bad things, yes…but surely there was still some light in them. “I never fully believed all they taught me,” she thought. Heaven isn’t perfect at all. It’s ignorant and exclusionary! How could I have followed through with that for so long?”
Around midway through the Purge, Vaggie finally spotted the person she was looking for. The demon princess with her long curly blond hair and pal face was looking forlornly from a balcony. She was wearing a red Victorian style dress with apple designs along the ends of the long dress.
Clearing her throat, Vaggie flapped over to her, spear at the ready. The girl’s eyes grew wide as she approached. Vaggie’s outfit morphed from plain black to an elongated version of her usual stripped leggings and white tank top with Xs over her breasts. Still, she kept her mask on, her horns extended in slight curves. The girl turned to run, but Vaggie waved her hand and the doors locked. She spoke in an emotionless voice, “Princess Charlotte.”
“W-what do you want?” Charlie asked, her voice tremoring in fear.
“I have arrived here on behalf of my leaders and the word of God. You are to surrender yourself peacefully and come with me. You are now an official prisoner of Heaven.”
Tears welled up in Charlie’s yellow eyes. “N-no! I can’t leave Hell and my people. I can’t leave my family!”
“I will resort to physical force if necessary.”
Flames erupted around Charlie and her straight black horns protruded from her head. No other words were needed to get the intention across.
Vaggie raised her spear. “If you won’t come with me…then perish!”
Charlie flinched back. “Leave me alone and hear me out!”
Vaggie stared longer at Charlie. She lowered her weapon. She wasn’t allowed to feel emotion for any demon, let alone the princess of Hell.
But this…peculiar feeling of warmth…was something new. Like a trace of her humanity was rising to the surface.
Charlie stood up, breathing a small sigh of relief.
“I don’t want my people to be slaughtered every year. It truly breaks my heart. I know there’s good in everyone…including you.”
Vaggie lowered her head.
Charlie continued. “I am proposing a way to redeem sinners by introducing a new hotel to help them reform.”
She mentioned to the building she was in, the one with the sign that read “Happy Hotel” in large pink lit up letters on the roof.
“I’ve tried for months but no one listens to me. It’s like I don’t really belong here. If you believe that there’s a soul in everyone…if you have a heart…”
Vaggie stood, conflicted. She had been taught to ignore pleas and cries of mercy. But this was different. It appeared that Charlie felt like an outcast as well…
…and the rare humanity that she showed, despite her status as the daughter of Satan himself.
“I…I…can’t do it!”
She dropped her spear and collapsed to her knees.
Transformation (Charlie)
Charlie did all she could to promote her hotel. Nobody would listen. No matter how many songs she sung, art she created or speeches she made, she’d always be ignored, taunted, ridiculed or even threatened. Food would be thrown at her as demons booed. Her rival Hesla called her a crazed Barbie bitch. Aaron von Eldritch, her former tall green boyfriend, son of Helsa, told her to get a grip and to “start being the pretty, polite, and passive princess she was before.” Out of a new desire to be with a caring woman partner, Charlie broke up with him. Her parents were not pleased.
Lucifer was vivid when he heard the news. “You’ve just severed a valuable alliance with the Eldriches. Now they’re our rivals. We can’t afford to have more competition against us than we already have. A family like theirs could easily turn the tides against us when they badmouth us to our citizens!”
Lilith was disappointed as well and a little surprised with her daughter. “You want to date girls now?” she asked. “How will you raise your heir in the next two centuries?”
“Yes,” Charlie said. “I love both men and women. I don’t see what the problem is.”
The only one who’s the problem is you,” Lucifer seethed. “You’ve never done anything right for so long and, frankly, I’m getting tired of your teenage nonsense. Break away from your petty fantasies, stop tainting our legacy…” his eyes turned red, voice lowered… “And… Grow. The. Fuck. Up.”
Charlie raced into her room, crying fresh tears as she wondered over to the balcony. Lilith was chiding her husband in a harsh voice over how hard he was on her. Charlie looked away when she heard the clock ring out.
Now here she was, with an Exterminator angel sobbing at her feet.
Charlie stared as the angel slowly stood up, picked up her spear, and then removed her mask. A beautiful angelic face appeared, light gray skin, long white hair, a yellow eye, and white shimmering wings. “I am Vaggie, but people call me Vagatha.”
“I am Charlie, but people call me Charlotte.”
“It sounds too formal,” they both said at the same time.
They looked at each other some more, surprised to find they had so much in common on their first meeting day.
Vaggie spoke up. “I was sent here to restrain you or kill you so you wouldn’t be a threat to Heaven. But now…that’s the last thing I want to do.”
“So…you’re not going to kill me?” Charlie asked.
Just then, Samael spoke telepathically to Vaggie. “Based on my observations, the princess cannot be reckoned with. Exterminate her and return to the portal. Over.”
Vaggie gulped.
“What’s wrong?” asked Charlie.
Vaggie looked around frantically. A few other angels stood in mid- air, watching her and waiting to see what she would do next.
“I really can’t do it…” Vaggie said, her body shaking. Charlie comforted her with an embrace. Vaggie stood, stunned, but briefly returned it. Both of them were bonding…and gradually falling in love.
Samael’s voice rang through her mind, making her flinch back. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, VAGATHA?! FINISH HER OFF AND RECONVENE WITH YOUR ASSOCIATES AT ONCE!”
Vaggie put her mask back on and stepped back. “I promise, Charlie, I will do whatever I can to help you out. Everyone deserves second chances.” She flew off.
Damnation (Vaggie)
Vaggie flew toward the open portal. The angels turned their heads and their eyes glowed red. Samael pulled out his black scythe. Vaggie stood in front of him.
Samael pointed behind her. “Get back down there if you know what’s good for you. Kill her, or I’ll do it myself.”
“No,” said Vaggie.
Vaggie couldn’t believe the word flew out of her mouth. Her thoughts were faster than common sense. Vaggie could no longer hide behind the metaphorical mask of indifference, nor her physical mask over her face. Vaggie took off the black abomination and tossed it to the ground far below.
Samael’s eyes gleamed dangerously red. “What did you just say?”
Vaggie pushed down her fear. “I said, NO!”
Samael growled, showing sharp teeth. “You dare disobey a direct order given to you?”
Vaggie pointed down to Charlie on the balcony. “Charlie wants to rehabilitate sinners and bring them to Heaven! Why should I stop her from pursuing such a merciful goal?”
Samael leaned in. “You should know that we do not accept any sinners. They are inferior to us, plotting our destruction at every moment. Even God has limits on who He can let in.”
Vaggie clenched her fists. “But that’s not just! Slaughtering people without giving them a second chance. I’ve seen bad demons, yes, but others are just innocent families that are poor shadows of who they once were on Earth. Whatever happened to “love thy neighbor?” “Love thine enemy?” Why would God just turn people away?”
“Because,” Samael stated, “They’re monstrous scum. Filthy bugs and maggots who need to be eliminated. They’ll kill us all if their numbers are too great.”
Vaggie shook her head. “Charlie has shown more humanity in her soul than anyone I’ve met. And I’ve only just met her today!” Vaggie stood, defiant and filled with a new purpose. “I refuse to continue with my mission.” But her confidence wavered as more red eyed, angels closed in on her. “Blasphemy…mutiny…” they muttered, emotionless behind creepy grinning masks. One by one, they pointed their weapons at her.
If you won’t obey the will of Christ and God…” Samael held out his hand…”then you’ll burn in Hell just like the rest!”
From down below, Charlie gasped in terror. Vaggie screamed in agony as her gray skin peeled away in chunks. Her spiked white halo broke in little pieces above her head. Her horns and dark uniform vanished. Worst of all, her beautiful white wings rapidly caught fire, burning off feathers that flew to the ground, some stained with blood. Soon her wings were completely burned away, the remains turning into streams of multicolored light that vanished.
Vaggie plummeted to the ground with loud screams, spear still clutched in her hand.
“Vaggie!” Charlie cried.
Samael rushed at Charlie at lightning speed, weapon raised, but someone else was faster.
Lucifer landed a punch that sent Samael flying backwards in an arch. He flew after the angel with six black wings that materialized from his body. His eyes glowed demonic red. He spoke in a deep voice that shook the ground and seeded sheer terror to anyone who heard it.
“NO ONE TOUCHES MY DEAR DAUGHTER! RUN YOU COWARDLY PIECE OF SHIT, OR I’LL DESTROY YOU WITH A FLICK OF MY FINGERS!”
Samael and the angels retreated into the portal and it soon closed.
“This isn’t over, Lucifer!” came Michael’s voice before the portal completely snapped shut.
Charlie jumped off the balcony, her body surrounded by flames. She caught Vaggie before she hit the ground.
Vaggie opened her eyes, now in base demon form, a large pink X over her left eye. White tank top and leggings, back to regular size. She gave Charlie a sad smile before passing out.
Restoration (Charlie)
Vaggie woke up in a comfortable bed in the Happy Hotel. She opened her eyes and saw Charlie standing nearby. Her back and hands were bandaged up, her hair spread apart like resting moth wings.
“Charlie?” she grumbled.
“Yes, I’m here,” said Charlie sounding relieved.
“Thank you for saving me like that,” Vaggie said. “But…why would you do that? I’m your enemy.”
“Not any more. You’re my new friend,” Charlie mentioned. “I don’t want anyone to suffer, not even one of the Exterminators.”
Vaggie sighed, feeling her back. It felt naked and vulnerable without her wings.
“Well, I’m not anymore.” She glanced at her spear, leaning against the wall. “But at least I still have my spear. I think they let me keep it in the hopes I would repent and kill more demons. Which won’t happen,” she added. “But make no mistake. I will strike anyone down who lays a harmful hand on you. You’re too good for this world. Me though…I’ll never be redeemed.”
Charlie smiled and placed a small kiss on Vaggie’s head. She picked up a discarded pink bow and put it on Vaggie’s head of white hair. “You can redeem yourself,” Charlie said. “By helping others redeem themselves. Help me with this hotel. This is your new destiny. Our new destiny. We can live a new afterlife together, and we can get through whatever comes at us.”
Vaggie believed her words with all her soul. Then she glanced down, sadly.
“What is it?” Charlie asked.
“I didn’t get to see my family in Heaven.”
“I’m sorry,” said Charlie. “You must miss them. You were human once, right?”
Vaggie nodded.
“I was born here in Hell, but I can understand how you must feel. I promise we can make things right for both worlds. I’ve seen for myself that humanity can exist even in the blackest hearts.”
Vaggie sighed. “Not sure if I can agree with that part, but let’s see how it goes. You’ll need me to keep you grounded.”
Charlie rolled her eyes. “Don’t remind me, I’m still grounded by my parents. I broke up with this guy and challenged my parents’ opinions.”
“Do you feel guilty about it?” Vaggie asked.
“Sometimes I do,” Charlie admitted.
Then she squeezed Vaggie’s hand affectionately. Vaggie squeezed back. “But for now, I wouldn’t have this moment any other way.”
Vaggie laughed. “What do you see in the future, crazy girl?”
Charlie just smiled. “Rainbows inside every demon.”
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VBO Mini Bang Round-Up
I know that I had mini reviews of the art for the @vegebulocracy Big Bang this past winter, but there are SO MANY stories and pieces of artwork for the mini that I just can’t (minus one). What I will say is that the talent and artwork that was presented in this event was just amazing, and I am not sure I could pick a favorite nearly as easily as I did for the Big Bang! One thing that did bother me with SEVERAL of the stories, it the fact that they are broken into multiple parts. Not so much that they are broken up, but the fact that they are broken up in a way that doesn’t have a satisfying close to one part of the story. If you are gonna write for an event like this I think it is SUPER important to bring your story to some sort of conclusion, even if you don’t finish the story, just so people feel satisfied at the end. That is really one of my biggest criticisms of several of the works here. So with that out of the way, lets jump into the stories! There are probably spoilers below, so beware! (I’ll try to keep them light)
Dive
@rockykelboa
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 13,448
This is a fun little one shot written as though you are watching a movie. I really got a tarantino-esque feel reading this story. The dialogue had that irreverent dark humor feel to it. Nothing was sacred and everything a joke. I really love the way characters interact with each other. The smutty sex scene is steamy and goddamn Bulma is bad…. Also something about the thought of Raditz listening in on them does things to me. I love the twist, and she sets it up so nicely in the story. If you are not thinking about the end game, you probably won’t even see it coming, but little things Bulma does and says throughout the story really set up the twist ending nicely. I feel like the delivery is a bit forced and feels a little out of place. But overall the story is very well written and I am honestly not sure I can give any reasons for anyone to not read it.
Blinded
@scarletraven1001
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 14,765
What happens when blind dates go wrong, and then oh-so right? And then maybe wrong again? This story is funny, sweet, and over all a wild ride. I have said it probably a million times, but I will say it again, I love how she incorporates nods to canon into her fics. And there are so many “easter eggs” in this story. I like how it doesn’t take itself seriously. It’s a dry humor but completely not dark. And Damn does this fic feel like the slowest burn ever. The whole first four chapters happen in one night but never have I needed them to get to the point more than reading this story. She builds the tension in the date night really nicely. Then you get the raging of the end of chapter 4. I know when I read it all I wanted to do was slam my fists against the keyboard. Another A+ story definitely worth your time reading.
Life at the Edge of a Blade
@bearstarseraphffxi
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 20,459
Reading this was like reading the weirdest filler episode ever. The plot is odd but shockingly believable in the DragonBall Verse. I mean if they had episodes dedicated to baseball between universes, I am sure they would get Vegeta figure skating in direct competition with Yamcha. Bear’s characterizations were done quite well. I really can’t think of a character that the author didn’t peg. There were some funny moments too, I remember at least once laughing out loud. There is some fluff between V/B but no romance really. It is a very dry piece, and a lot of the writing feels very technical, but if you like really canon characterizations and if you are interested in reading a piece that could really be a several episode filler for the three year gap, you may enjoy this one.
Within
Blacksheep115
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 11,020
Gosh, what an interesting story! In general I am in love with the interesting ideas blacksheep has in her stories. This is a story that could very well fit in the canon, it occurs during the three year gap and it really doesn’t follow a story about them as a couple, although there are some QUITE STEAMY moments in it (but no sex).Speaking of...I love the idea of Vegeta using his sexual energy against Bulma. You read so many fics of Bulma going after Vegeta and really amping up the sex appeal to get him to do things, but the idea of him pouring water all over himself ‘cause he knows she is watching him and later pinning her and using her attraction for him against her… just A+ and so in character for him. I don’t wanna give away the twist ending cause GODDAMN it is so good and unexpected… and just wow.. You really gotta read it.
#badman
@1vulgarwoman
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 17,319
So I love everything I have ever read from 1vulgarwoman, she writes such fun pieces and I came into this one with images of Heavy Lifting and Fundamentals of Chemistry in mind. I loved the way the plot and the romantic subplot were equally interesting. The world was rich and vibrant, humor was on point. The handling of character relationships and interactions in this fic were done fantastically well. And then the smut scenes. I think anyone who has ever read any of her fics know that when it’s time for the smut, you need to prepare yo’ body cause its about to get real. She does not disappoint, with a STEAMY sexting/Facetime scene and then the last half of the last chapter is just splooshworthy. I will say that talking only about the smut really downplays the greatness of the rest of this fic though, and I would 1,000 percent recc this to anyone.
Z-Men
Super_Saiyanerd
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 8,290
I have some pretty big issues with this piece. As my faithful readers are probably aware, I really have a hard time with crossovers, because so often it is two things I love mashed together, and the spark that makes the things great is lost. That is one of the problems with this piece. It didn’t feel like either a Dragon Ball AU or an X-Men AU. But the biggest issue I have with this piece is scope and flow. This author is trying to tackle too much in the time and word limit provided. We are working on a love story between Vegeta and Bulma, but also the whole of the Dark Phoenix saga. It’s just too broad and because of that the flow is off. There are huge time jumps that don’t make sense, and while I get that we are seeing little vignettes of the story, it is confusing. I would have liked to nix the Phoenix storyline and go with OC X-Men, that are based off of the traits of the Dragon Ball characters. Bulma would make a great Beast for example. But then explore the characters relationships through a much simpler plot than anything Phoenix related.
War Thunder
@jonahwhalesw1
Rating: Explicit
Word Count:24,994
So this is a WWII all human AU. There are some really nice things going on set up for the plot, however it just never kicks in. We are 25,000 words into the story and most of the writing has been about sexual tension between Bulma and Vegeta. Now don’t get me wrong, I like a build up of sexual tension, it really makes the pay off of when they finally kiss or fuck or whatever they are gonna do so much better. I wish that maybe BSV had slowed down the romantic plot of this fic a bit and interspersed more of the other parts of the plot. Or maybe written some interactions that built up their attraction in a nonsexual way. It feels very Porn without Plot to me right now, and it is because the romantic plot is so in your face. I really want to know more about what the war is doing to the community. What kinds of changes in our history does having the Colds on planet and fighting with Nazis? Is there gonna be an extermination of Saiyans? I feel like with some of those war time plot bunnies thrown into the mix the story would feel more vibrant and alive, cause right now it is PWP, but also without porn at this point in the story. It was a fun read, it just left me wanting more.
Elusion
@piccoloisgreen
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 19,550
So, I fucking loved this story. It shared shocking similarities to some of the ideas and themes in my story, which I loved reading about. I love the Bulma in captivity trope apparently. I really dont want to give too much away, but I love the beginning of the fic, this idea that they are instantly attracted to each other and there is no real dancing around the subject and they are just diving right into it is nice. I am not sure if it is because of the word count restrictions, or time limit or what, but I felt like the jump from the escape to the first death was a shocking break. I would have liked to see more of what was happening during those lost years. I appreciate the surprise of the killer, and their abilities, and I feel like it wrapped up nicely, but the beginning of the last chapter felt so rushed and leaves me wanting more information about thought processes and feelings. Overall, a fantastic fic, and worth your time to read.
Healing
@starrcrossrose
Rating: Mature
Word Count:
So when I first read this fic I was amazed at how well Starcross emoted. So many of the paragraphs just felt like being right inside Vegeta’s head as he was descending in this spiral of self loathing. The formatting choices were a nice touch, to show how he is quarreling within himself. I like the idea also of Bulma NOT being so happy go lucky and needing this kind of comfort. She is for all intents and purposes in canon alone so much. Yamcha comes around sure, but her friends are really never around. So she is alone a lot and life gets sad when you are alone. I think she caught this feeling and nuance really well. I really enjoy this story, it follows the timeline of canon pretty well, so if you aren’t super into AUs this is a good choice for you. It is pretty angsty, and with a title like Healing, you probably think it will have a happy ending, but if you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
A Mermaid’s Tale
DBZVB1991
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 15,740
This is a Book One situation here. And the entirety of this submission is just setting up the intrigue of the story. I had mentioned in the Big Bang that it makes me nervous when I see crossovers between two things I love because so often it is just a mish mash of the flavors of two worlds that don’t go together. I do think that DBZVB1991 worked hard on worldbuilding a believable crossover world between the two. It is way more Dragon Ball than Little Mermaid and I am OK with that honestly. For most of the fic they follow The Little Mermaid storyline pretty closely. There are one or two plot bunnies that are different than TLM, but mostly it follows the plot pretty closely. I like where I think it may be going, but really it is so hard to review this properly because the story just hasn’t even really started yet. This is a story that is worth a read, but feels unsatisfying mostly because of how unfinished it is at the moment.
Beatae Memoriae
@ambrosiaswhispers
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 15, 724
This is absolutely an amazing fic. The story follows Vegeta through losing his memory, and it just freaking brings the feels. Tashana really knows how to craft an emotionally charged story, and she brings bits of the canon back in a very organic way that doesn’t drag the piece down. There is a squidgeta cameo in the piece, so if you are into my wiggly boi, you are in luck! The pacing of this story is on point, she nails both sweet family man Vegeta AND feral angry Vegeta perfectly. I wanted more of the interactions of Gohan and Goten with Bra, but dammit I am so glad she didn’t give it to me, cause I feel like it would have damaged the pacing. This story was crafted so beautifully, and it is one that gives you this little insight into their lives and leaves you wanting more - but doesn’t drag on so you get tired of reading. Fantastically done, you really should go read it cause it is amazing.
Captive
@janxangel
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 24,979
SO one thing that I noticed while reading this fic is how BAD ASS the women are in the story. Like good grief, Chi Chi and Launch were just KILLER (Bulma too, but we are used to seeing her be cool)I like that this is a story with no romantic plotline. Like they are working together not because they wanna bone, but because it is the most strategic thing to do. And Janx writes strategy really well. I felt like the fight scenes drug on a little long, and I would have liked them to be shorter and interlaced with more emotion, instead of blow by blow. Plus I think with the word limitations they could have gotten more bang for their buck with some better wrap up. I wish that things had turned out a little differently, the events on Namek were so similar to canon, and I wonder what could have happened differently than canon with this AU. Overall a fun and easy read, if not a little dry - definitely something that I would recommend to someone who is not interested in a romantic plotline.
Revel (In Our Time)
@jadefyre
Rating: Explicit
Word Count:19,979
Ok so this has a full story arc and whoa buddy is it a doozy. Its intriguing, cause there is this wonderful mishmash of all these fantastic post-apocalyptic cyber-punky worlds and it just works really really well together. From the Big Brother aspect of 1984 to the Ghost in the Machine philosophy that spawned so much, it captures that feel of the grey maddening world. I loved and hated the first chapter, cause I thought the whole story would be written this way (which would make a really cool story BTW, just really hard to follow cause you have to really pay attention). I love the world, I love the plot and intrigue and how DARK it is, I love the mini romance, but I REALLY love the twist. I mean you kinda see it coming, but hope it doesn’t happen, but it is perfect cause it closes the story well, and then leaves you NEEDING the next part of the series. Really fantastic job, yall should read this one definitely.
Legends
LeonaHart
Rating:mature
Word Count: 6,172
When the outlines were dropped this was one that i was dying to read. I am super intrigued by this idea of the Saiyan creation myth. I am curious how the Vegeta destruction God and Bulma creation Goddess could come around later as some sort of destined lovers trope. I really liked the nods to cannon (omg buu being the God of Destructions bubblegum is awesome) i wish it was finished, so i have a hard time really commenting much more on it, but i definitely hope it gets finished cause it has such an interesting premise. I also have to say that while I like the story, the writing feels very proper and antiquated. Now it may very well be that this is a style choice because of the story, but I struggled with it a little.
The Dark Prince
EmbarrassedButKinky (I tried to @superbandanna but Tumblr sucks)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 18,241
The very first chapter of Dark Prince had me so nostalgic for Obsidian. The demon pact to save the company(world), the ability for Bulma to be taken care of “magically”. Then it splintered into this interesting mix of like… underworld mafia hitmen meets Death Note. I think that EBK is on point with all her references, something she does really well in her fics. I know a lot of people really liked this fic, but it just fell flat for me. Don’t get me wrong, it had some wonderful moments, and wonderfully smutty! It just felt so rushed. It was too insta-love for me, and I wished the development of the Ray betrayal scene, subsequent rescue and the aftermath all could have been developed and drawn out more. I liked this story, but coming from the writer of Stages of a Claim (my absolute favorite of hers, fight me) I just expected this to be a little more developed and polished.
Aspara, Queen of Sadala
@lisac1965-blog
Rating: Mature
Word Count:15,922
I liked this one. It is based off the book of Esther and I wish she would have adapted the story a little more to fit the characters better. Bulma seemed out of character a bit and I imagine her relying more on her own brains and technology to bring people through rough times than a God. I do think this book of the Bible works well as a VegeBul adaptation though, and except for a few things I really think lisa did a good job with it. The flow was mostly really good, I feel like she was battling word count, or maybe time limits cause some things felt so rushed. While I understand she is remaining faithful to the source, I wish some more creative liberties were taken. For example, I would either omit the Zarbon/Dodoria plot line and focus on Ray being the big baddie, he seems to just come out of nowhere as the bad guy and I wish there had been more foreshadowing of him being a douche than just “There are a lot of Saiyans who want to exterminate humans” The story however was very fun to read. Descriptors were vivid and made the world feel more real. The relationship felt forced, but honest - true, cause hell it was forced. The Epilogue of sorts was nice cause you got to see how their relationship developed and grew. Overall a quick, simple read that was fun!
Sanguinary
@ibitchytimemachine
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 21,309
So this is my piece for the Mini Bang, and since I am biased, I will just tell you a little about the piece. It was inspired by RPG’s like Dungeons and Dragons (and you nerds out there may catch some of the DnD easter eggs I put in there) and epic fantasy. My main thought was, what if Bulma and Vegeta’s roles were completely reversed? So we tell the story of their lives with the idea that Bulma was in the PTO for years, while Vegeta has been living peacefully on his home planet. Not everything is OK on Vegeta-sei though, so trouble is brewing. As with a role reversal story, this is told through the eyes of the opposite person, AKA Vegeta. This is the first part in a trilogy that I have named Surgere et Cadere, and the next installment will be called Imperium. This first part follows us through the story of Vegeta and Bulma’s meeting, and the consequences of her being on Vegeta-sei. I really hope you enjoy my submission!
So I know that I had a top three for the Big Bang, but there are SO MANY fics for the Mini, I am gonna do a top five!! It was really hard to pick these, cause there are some really fantastic stories for this event!! In no particular order, the pieces that I think are the best 5 are: Beatae Memoriae, by @ambrosiaswhispers, Elusion by @piccoloisgreen, Revel (In Our Time) by @jadefyre, #badman by @1vulgarwoman and Sanguinary by ME ;P!
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Lustrous (pt.8)
Hybrid!Kook x Reader AU
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Pt 17 | Pt 18 | Pt 19
(A/N): Tbh I was gonna wait till later today to post this but fuck it I’ma feed y’all. Sorry for any misspellings or errors I might have missed when I quickly proofread this.
Soooo I finally finished this part after much dryness and finally a spark of idea lmao. Also I know I posted a quick psa, but in case you didn’t read it, I didn’t reply to the asks about tagging for this fic so I could keep track of them (Except two ‘cause your users wouldn’t show up when I tried tagging lol). But thank you for the support!
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Yahiko’s disapproval of Jungkook being around you is super effective in getting him to avoid and ignore you more than he already had before your attack. You can’t understand why she’d believe that just because his eyes labeled him as a murderer he couldn’t have any good inside him. For gods sakes the guy has saved you countless of times when he could’ve just let you die and get eaten. Much less he could have murdered you at your weakest when the wendigos targeted you.
That night, you share one last look between you and the wolf boy before Seokjin gives you a comforting hug and Yoongi briefly pats your head awkwardly. The boys leave and you spare Yahiko barely a glance, not when she just forbid you from someone you considered a really good friend other than Hyejin.
As you both grow distant, the more often you get the dreams. They shouldn’t even be classified as dreams. They were nightmares. They were so vivid and almost as if you were there but no one was aware of it. These dreams were way too nostalgic to be ignored, and they pit a feeling of danger within your stomach. It was all too tangible, they always ended with you shooting up in bed sweating and in tears. Why did you feel so sad?
“That wretch, a menace that child is. It seems she is reaching her peaking age, we have to dispose of her as soon as possible.”
All the dreams always took place in that place. Like your first dream, it was a dark building with many rooms, all dreary and emitting some kind of miasma even you can sense within your dream state.
“You can’t! You promised to leave her alone once the vampire erased her memories!”
Your heart hurt. It squeezed and yet you didn’t have the answer as to why it did such a thing.
“Minerva, the vampire has been exterminated, we can’t risk her uprising and being a danger to us all.”
Minerva was a distinct woman within your dreams. From the first time you’d seen her trying to persuade the others to spare her child, to now, she was always very noticeable. This time, she appeared older and weary as she pleaded with the others.
“The fact that you’re defending that defect brings great shame to the Blackwell coven, what would Colhen say of this trouble you’ve already caused him and Sister Eris?”
Sister Eris. Colhen. After multiple dreams you connected the dots between each dream to figure out that “Sister Eris” is the leader of some sort. Colhen was the husband of Eris and Minerva was supposedly a lover of his — you had one particular dream of his affair with her before growing distant and disapproving of her after the birth of the “mutant” they constantly referred the child as.
You weren’t sure what they were or why you were having dreams about them, but it always creeped you out. It felt way too real and vivid to be something your brain just created out of the blue.
Coven they said. Witches? Why were you dreaming about witches?
“Would you not feel any sense of guilt or despair for your child to be the target of execution for being different?” Minerva cried, her (e/c) irises blazing with both sadness and ferocity, “It could’ve been any of yours!” She was on her knees at this point, forlorn and ready to give up as her sisters glared down at her pitifully.
“Minerva! Enough of this nonsense!”
The image of the weeping woman dissolved and in place was the same person but she faced directly towards you. Your body visibly shivered in your slumber at the chilling recognition, feeling as though her presence was there in your very room. The trails of dried up tears stained her cheeks as her eyes looked directly at you. It made you heart twist sadly despite the anxiety that gripped your throat at her recognition of your presence within the dream.
“My child,” she began in a quivering voice as she looks around fervently but only appears to be alone in a dimly lit room with you. What was she afraid of? Who is she looking out for?
“Please be strong, they’ll be coming for you very quickly,” her voice hushes as she bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut in fear. There’s a faint reverberation of feet clamping on wood, causing her body to tense. “You must be strong and remember everything!” She whispers quickly now and moves to grab the only source of light in the room, an oil lamp, “I never meant to abandon you, I don’t expect you to forgive me but you were never a mistake! Stay close with the wolves. Just know that mother loves you so much!”
“Don’t let them get to you.”
Footsteps grow louder and a door opens, light penetrating the dark as she casts you one last fleeting glance as she whispers incantations you can’t decipher. Her hand swipes to the left across from you and her image dissolves just as you witness her body being impaled by an unknown object as it’s too fuzzy to decipher the remnants of the image.
You wake with a jolt, chest heaving as you look around the small attic you call your room. Empty. And yet you can’t help wondering why it felt like Minerva was in here with you. Was she talking to you? Were you in her child’s body while she was talking to them? The more you thought about it, the more confused you became.
Stay close to the wolves. Jungkook comes to mind immediately but why? She wasn’t talking directly to you right?
“(Y/n)! Are you alright?” Yahiko enters from the hatch that leads to down to the house, “I felt a burst of aura from up here, did someone come here? Was it that wolf?”
The words enter one ear and go out the other as you think more deeply about Minerva’s words that seemed aimed at you.
“Yahiko…” you start, gaining her attention as she takes a seat at your bedside and takes your hands in hers, “What is the Blackwell Coven?”
She blinks, but you catch a hint of recognition in her eyes.
“They’re a well-known family of witches and warlocks that perform the dark arts, very strong, and very notorious for sacrifice and knowledge of dark and murderous powers,” she starts out with a sigh, “They live quite a ways from Seoul, no less from here as they opposed harmonizing the mortals and the supernatural.”
“Why might you be asking this now-?”
Her question is cut short as the doorbell from downstairs alert the both of you of a visitor. You both glance at each other. It had to be three in the morning, who would be here? The trek down to the first floor is tense as you both open the door to find a package lying on the doorstep. “Did you order something?” Yahiko asks as she glances around.
As she does so you inspect the package suspiciously. Why do you get such a bad feeling from it? Why did it emit a revolting sensation that tells you to be cautious of it?
“They’ll be coming for you.”
You suck in a breath as you notice the package depressing into itself. “Yahiko, the package.”
Yahiko whips around and is quick to thrust a hand towards you. Your body is forced back into the house as her eyes appear golden with the silhouette of ears and a tail glowing at their respective spots. Foxfire ignite from her palms as they appear one by one around the package, a net of runes surround it just in time to catch the black thorns that grow abruptly from the now torn package. The runes pull and tighten over the force and speed of the spikes but do well to keep them at bay. You notice the dark miasma rolling off the surface of the thorns like waves. It makes you shiver as Yahiko works to purify and diminish them.
“This has to be them…” You choke out as the remains of the thorns dissolve and Yahiko releases the barrier and her transformation. All that’s left is the tattered up box. You crouch down and pick up the cardboard but sigh when it's obviously been singed by the foxfire.
“They’re coming for me, Yahiko,” You start shakily, glancing up at the confused elder with glossy eyes shimmering with fear, “I’ve been having recurring dreams about them. The Blackwell Coven. My most recent dream, a woman spoke to me - like actually me - and said they’ll be coming for me..”
“It’s a warning,” The woman deduces with a frown, realizing what you were referring to, “They must have found your location, it’s not safe here.”
“The wolves, she told me to stay close to the wolves,” You blurt out, hoping she set her dislike for Jungkook aside for your safety.
“Are you trying to tell me to leave you at the hands of that killer, (Y/n)?” She leered, brows scrunching at the idea, “I know it’s unsafe for you to stay here now, but I can’t allow you--”
“Would you rather I die, because it sure sounded like they were coming to execute me!” You retort back as you stalk back up to your room until Yahiko catches up.
She sneers at your anger, standing behind you with her arms crossed, “Stupid girl, you don’t think I didn’t know that? I knew this whole time you couldn’t have been just a normal mortal girl. I didn’t give you that stone for no reason my child.”
You turn at this, attention piqued at the mention of the mysterious amulet she gifted you the first day of school. Her expression softens as she takes you within her arms in a brief hug.
“The Blackwells have just confirmed my suspicions about you,” she surrendered with an endearing smile, “You’re very special (Y/n).”
She lifted one finger to press to the amber jewel within your amulet, “Minerva had personally sent this to me as soon as you settled into my attic.” At once, her finger resonates with a soft fiery glow that slowly absorbs into the amulet. “The Blackwells despise siphoners. They call them mistakes and a shame to the family. You’re a siphoner my dear, but far from a wretched mutant.”
She pulls her finger away and the amulet is still glowing. You touch the jewel cautiously and gasp audibly at the power resonating from within it.
Minerva, you recall her mentioning. That woman must have actually been speaking to you. The realization makes your heart squeeze in sadness, shock, and even betrayal. She’d referred to you as her child and she as mother. The terms finally connecting as you stare at the jewel in amazement.
Minerva was your mother.
“A siphoner stone,” she answers your look, “Simply put, a siphoner must find other sources of magic to cast spells and such as they are not innately born with their own. That’s really all I know... That warlock might be able to tell you more, and help you learn to protect yourself… and as much as I hate to say it, hide yourself within those wolves. But please be wary of the blue eyed one.”
And that’s how you find yourself now calling Jimin as you and Yahiko walk to their cabin. She suggested asking Hyejin out of doubt for your safety staying with a tainted beta, but you knew that they would definitely find you there and you didn’t want to put your friend in that kind of danger. Staying in a cabin with vampires, werewolves, and a warlock was your safest bet to mask yourself.
“Welcome back (Y/n)!”
The brunette welcomes you with a bone crushing hug as soon as the front door is swung open, to which Yahiko’s eyes flare orange with a loud clearing of her throat. The wolf simmered and let you go while scratching his neck nervously.
“You stay safe (Y/n) and drop by as much as you can!” Yahiko says as she hands Jimin your luggage and offers a goodbye hug to you. You’re pretty sure if you didn’t she’d show up at the pack’s cabin within seconds.
“Please keep her safe, and no hands,” she shoots the wolf a sharp look, causing the boy to smile nervously.
“Right, she’ll be safe with us,” he ensures cheerily as Yahiko takes her reluctant leave.
“Yikes, I can’t believe you got attacked this early in the morning,” he sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to give you a comforting side hug, “It’s good your safe now, the brat has been pacing around all night worried about you.”
“Jungkook?” You asked confused as he turned on the lights to the living room, “He knew I was in danger?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t he? After all he’s-”
Jimin felt the hair on his neck stand tall as shivers ran up his back. Turning his head slowly, he coughed awkwardly when he spots Jungkook glaring daggers at him from the hallway, his eyes glowering a dangerous marine. Irked and slightly nervous as the younger cracks a knuckle, he laughs dryly.
“Jungkook!”
He flinches, not expecting you to acknowledge him, biting his bottom lip when he feels his inner wolf jump excitedly at the mention of his name. Moving to retreat back into his room when Seokjin presses a firm palm to his shoulder and pushes the youth into the living room.
“(Y/n)!” The warlock grins, passing by Jungkook to hug you. His smile remains solid even as the wolf glares at the back of his head heatedly. “I heard from Jimin what happened,” he said, voice slightly lower from before as his eyes gave off a more sharper appeal than their usually softer brown. You’re taken by surprise and he notices this, eyes softening as he beckons you further into the room, “You must be shaken up and overwhelmed, we’re all just glad you and Yahiko are safe.”
He offers you a seat on the couch as he hurries Jimin to prepare chamomile tea.
“How are you feeling?” Seokjin asks tentatively, silently urging Jungkook to take a seat but he stubbornly remains glued to the spot far away leaning against the wall. “The dark arts are truly a force to be reckoned with after all…”
“Did you guys know I was a siphoner?” You ask hesitantly, fingering your amulet as you say so, “Why does that have to do with me being targeted by some sicko witch group?”
Seokjin sighs, pursing his lips as he figures out where to start, knowing you’d want as much answers he could provide about who you were.
“Mm… where to start…” He hums, “Yes and… no. We figured you were human at first, there was no indication or spiritual power coming from you that told us otherwise. However, that day you ingested muting herbs and nearly absorbed most of mine and Kook’s energy when you came to were very strong indications that you couldn’t just be a normal girl.
“I’m sure your caretaker explained the gist of what you are… a siphoner. And Blackwells absolutely despise any connections to what they deemed a burden or a mistake. Mutant witches that didn’t have their own natural power was deemed a mistake that had to be eradicated.
“You’re no mistake (Y/n), don’t get me wrong, you are and can be so much more powerful than others let on, despite being only mortal. I presume that the fact that you’re still alive and that vampire is dead, they feel pressured and endangered.”
Pausing, he gauges your blank expression and chuckles, “Was that too much information for you? I know you only just found out today.”
Shaking your head, you manage a slight smile, “It’s nothing I guess… all I can do is take it in you know…”
“You’re a strong one (Y/n),” He smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder, “If you need anything just ask!”
“Just one… my mother, Minerva, a member of the Blackwell family gifted me this stone. Please teach me how to use it.”
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Ehh i think i finally summed up why all of this steven universe diamonds stuff has been so underwhelming.
YES you can redeem a villain
but you have to
actually
TRY
Yes you can write a story about the world’s most fuckin horrible person being really actually sad at heart
Yes you can write a story about an abusive parent actually being able to change
Yes you can write a story about some wild genocidal alien civilization of asshole space rocks actually only doing it because something something societal pressure DESPITE BEING THE ONES IN CHARGE WHO SET THE DAMN RULES I GUESS
But fucking hell its not gonna be EASY and you shouldn’t treat it that way.
All of this shit was SO fucking quick?? And everything else WASNT!
You spent SO long hyping up these guys you spent SO long convincing us that they WERE evil and that they had entirey different motives for what they were doing and EVEN WITHIN THIS FUCKING EPISODE you spent more time showing us White Diamond being absolutely ridiculously existentially horrifyingly awful and refusing every offer everyone gave her to help and refusing every chance and fucking fucking goddamn violating people’s entire minds and just.. fuck.
After all that you cant just fuckin have steven walk up to blue and yellow and say “hey everything you did was bad” and them go “GEE WE NEVER KNEW!” for some reason this time they’re convinced in a single sentence despite it being the same sentence steven said before in every damn episode and pink said to them years before and every person they abused and enslaved and mutilated and KILLED said while they were DYING
And you can’t fucking have white diamond never redeem herself and never change and never admit she’s wrong and steven SOLVE IT WITH FUCKING FIGHTING WHILE SAYING HE DOESNT WANT TO, WHILE THE ENTIRE SHOW TRIES TO CLAIM THE REASON THEY ARE DOING IT THIS WAY IS BECAUSE OF PACIFISM
because seriously he?? just defeated her?? and this made her?? change???
redeeming a villain shouldn’t be easy. redeeming a villain has to have the villain TRY. white diamond has done nothing to prove she really has a heart, prove that she really did all this for sympathetic reasons, prove that she’s able to change, AND ESPECIALLY NOTHING TO MAKE IT UP TO ANY OF THE PEOPLE SHE’S HURT
she just got defeated and basically admitted she’s wrong cos she has no other choice. and i guess her blushing because steven issued a SICK BURN to her is meant to be enough proof that her entire motivation so far has been because of self confidence issues forcing her to put up a false front aka her entire personality we saw so far. If you wanna tell me she’s entirely different to what we saw so far then please could you please give it more screentime than twelve goddamn seconds.
This is like how yellow and blue just suddenly were accepted as part of the family and steven agreed to go with them to homeworld literally just because they realized he “is really pink diamond”. Like they never fucking repented or actually learned to empathise with humans or ever explained why they dont empathise with humans no nope the only answer we got is that they were sad about their sister/daughter/friend dying even though they were already doing all the same evil stuff before that and its what caused her to leave in the first place. no we’re gonna just completely trust them instantly and not even continue making an effort to convince them? we’re gonna trust them so much we’re gonna trust that white diamond will also change just cos we beat her up? COS SERIOUSLY STEVEN FUCKIN DEFEATED BLUE AND YELLOW IN A FIGHT AND THATS THE END OF THEIR ARC, HOW IS THIS PROVING THE POWER OF PACIFISM!! beating everyone up and then saying the same singular sentence again and somehow now it works!! or saying “my mum was pink diamond” and it doesnt convince them but hey if we say it again with magical proof its true then i guess it works now. wow that sure does argue the power of words i guess
everything EVERYTHING they did was just a fuckin misunderstanding cos they dont UNDERSTAND they were doing bad and thus they dont have to face any form of consequences beyond being mildly embarassed i suppose.
if you wanna make that the ending then you need to work to disprove all the hours you spent implying that.. yknow.. they were doing things because they were evil
and even if theyre sympathetic they still did evil things and they still need to work to prove that theyve changed
and ESPECIALLY if you’re making a show very heavy on subjects like LGBT discrimination it shouldnt be FUCKIN WOW UNEXPECTED that the audience would see this plot as a metaphor for stuff like homophobia and abusive parents and.. yknow.. societal oppression in a law system that forces you to live in the closet in constant fear of being discovered and killed. and all the other apparantly accidental undertones of racism and extermination of indigenous people in stolen land which YOU REALLY SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED PEOPLE TO SEE WHEN THE PLOT IS LITERALLY EXTERMINATING PEOPLE TO STEAL THEIR LAND
all of that means you need to do MORE work to prove that that isnt actually what the plot is supposed to be, and more work to redeem villains who are very heavily goddamn triggering to a large part of the vunerable audience YOU SPECIFICALLY MARKETED YOURSELF TOWARDS
this was just so fucking overwhelming and somehow rushed despite being an hour long episode, and i hate it because the show spent so much effort on so much other stuff yet decided to half ass it at the really important part that NEEDED to have thought and time put into it if it was gonna nail the landing
especially after ALL THAT FUCKIN TIME AND EFFORT INTO THINGS THAT ONLY AMPED UP THE VILLAINY AND TENSION OF THESE GUYS AND MADE IT SO MUCH WORSE
like fucking hell how can you be so tone deaf??? this has been in the planning for so damn long and theyve been working on it forever and THIS is what they chose to rush over? this is the priorities they thought were important? even just within this episode if youre struggling to fit it all in then like seriously cut out some of the stuff like the montage of unseen fusion forms that did basiclaly nothing but a few jokes, and the equally as rushed bad lars and sadie romance resolution. Which is another thing that needed a lot of work to fix when the introduction we got to these two was a really unhealthy relationship and a dude who refuses to change despite being given twelve chances but suddenly changes COMPLETELY on the thirteenth one and i guess cos he died that proves he’s all good now. Except he acts all weird and creepy in the very next episode and endangers his new friends by acting all possessive over sadie again and getting angry that she has other friends????
i hate it because ive had to deal with the fandom telling all the people who were rightfully uncomfortable with how these subjects were handled that oh we’re just overreacting and oh wait and see cos they totally have a big plan for the ending or something that’ll make it all make sense. And comparing people being triggered by child abuse and racism to “huhu those dumb su criticals who hate the art style” or whatever...
god, man, its just a deflection of what the issue really is
“oh youre saying NO VILLAINS can EVER be redeemed and NOBODY can EVER talk about dark stuff in shows without being SECRETLY BAD AND SUPPORTING IT IN REAL LIFE?”
no im not saying that im just saying the subjects are fucking depressing to people who’ve suffered from the real life stuff and the villain redemption should be GOOD and should THINK ABOUT THOSE PEOPLE IN THE AUDIENCE if it wants to make up for it
like fucking hell look at how much zuko from avatar went through before his redemption. look at how long he struggled with his morality and how long it took him to realise he was wrong. look at how much detail they showed us on all the people who negatively influenced him into making the bad choices he did. look at how much he went through to make up for what he did and apologise to everyone he hurt. look at how everyone he hurt didnt believe him at first and it took a while for everything to work out. look at how sometimes he messed up and took steps backward before getting to where he needed to be. and look at how he actually changed as a person and continued learning and growing and trying to be a good person even far into the future after the story ended.
hell, fuckin look at PERIDOT! peridot had a full goddamn zuko arc! peridot had more screentime than all of the diamonds combined, and it was way better utilized! she had a full process from being introduced as a scary villain BECAUSE OF MISUNDERSTANDING WHO SHE REALLY WAS, then being revealed as having a fully rounded personality, flaws and redeemable traits while still being a villain. and moments of her proving that she did indeed only become a villain because she didnt understand what she was doing was wrong, and a personality that matched with that reveal rather than having NO INDICATION she was like that until it suddenly happened only after she was defeated. and her redemption came slowly through friendship with steven and it had moments of the other characters not instantly trusting her and also of her making mistakes and struggling with believing steven’s philosophy when it went against everything she knew about life. and speaking of which it was established that she had a very different life which had negative influences pushing these ideas upon her, and tough stuff that made her scared and pressured. Not just being in a high position of ruling over a planet in the lap of luxury and ONLY AFTER BEING DEFEATED do we learn that they feel pressured by the societal expectation to be perfect and they actually would have agreed all along with dismantling the system but they were just too afraid to be honest. Or whatever the fuck that rushed ending was trying to go for! And man even after peridot joins the team she’s NOT redeemed yet, she’s initially only halfway doubting herself and only teaming up with steven because they’re both afraid of the cluster. And she messes up and says horrible shit to her new friends and feels the consequences of her actions and chooses to change. And her ultimate choice to switch sides is REALLY hard, she gets so close to going back to the diamonds and its a great personal sacrifice on her part when she chooses to give it all up and make an enemy of the person she was so scared of!
and GAHHH that good redemption is one in a million episodes that really set up the diamonds Being Bad and should have been a goddamn tally in the “effort required in the fuckin ending” chart!
could we not have even just had one ten minute episode of blue and yellow going around earth and experiencing human life and realizing there’s things worth protecting? or a few damn scenes foreshadowing white being actually insecure and lying to protect herself, rather than GENUINELY ABUSIVE BECAUSE SHE’S BAD?
and seriously even if you hurt people because you hate yourself YOU STILL HURT THEM
a sympathetic backstory should be a reason why they COULD be redeemed, not proof that they already are redeemed just because the backstory was stated in words and nothing else has fuckin changed.
imagine if zuko just lost one fight to aang and said “yes but my dad abused me” and aang was like “oh no now lets team up with zuko to beat up his dad” and none of the bad things zuko did were ever mentioned again and also he keeps his season 1 personality throughout the entire series
imagine if peridot fuckin.. just changed sides cos she’s funny and we like her. people wantedher to change sides as soon as she acted funny and likeable but they still made the effort to actually prove she had changed! the diamonds didnt act remotely harmless or remotely good until they just suddenly are in the very last episode.
hoo
fucking
ray
also why are we constantly just ignoring all these dark things about homeworld? like the episode with holly blue agate and the famethyst slave caste and all the creepy ways the entire place operated. i totally thought thatd.. yknow.. EVER BE REFERENCED AGAIN?? its never even mentioned that anyone even WANTS to go back and save them?? and the human zoo were outright stated to be like.. unsaveable. “oh theyve never known real human life and theyre happy in their slavery so itd be cruel to take them away from it” One off episode, forgotten about. And the creepy as fuck scenes of gems being BUILT INTO THE WALLS AND DOORS AS SECURITY SYSTEMS and the confirmation that more lapis situations are constantly going on yet somehow that singing hairbrush person doesnt get all the sympathy that she did. And steven going daww at the pebbles instead of being horrified that theyre born to work as servants and forced to live in the walls because the noblewomen dont want to look at them? and he asks them to make him a new outfit?? and theres no plot anything involving them except them puttering around in the background outfitting?? like was none of this meant to be seen as PROOF THAT THE DIAMONDS WERE EVIL and PEOPLE WHO NEEDED TO BE SAVED????
goddddd
please say they were rushed or something please say this is all the faultof being given less time than they expected please say there were other plans for other episodes we didnt see that would have given at least slightly more substance to any of this
also why wasnt this even advertised as the last episode if its the last fuckin episode
hhhh well at least obsidian was a great character design and so were the other fusions and new outfits even if they only appeared for twelve seconds. and white’s whole scary evil mind invasion stuff was really good even if it actually hurt the episode by being good, kinda
man im not even mad or anything i just feel mehh and bored and like im actually glad its over. i never wanted to feel that way about a show that used to be so good. i kinda wish the earliest episodes werent so good if the answers to all those well set up mysteries were gonna have so much less effort than the setup itself
...man i should make a whole post about all the mistaken ways i THOUGHT the show was gonna go that actually would have been way more interesting than the real answer.
i’m just super glad that my last theory was wrong cos wow that would have been the only thing worse than this ending! when white pearl first appeared before we’d actually seen white diamond, and it had all this thing that white diamond hadnt been seen in ages.. well i was worried it was setting up some sort of reverse twist where actually white pearl is bodysnatching white diamond instead of vice versa. So the whole evil empire would actually be run by a member of the slave class that its oppressing, and the diamonds/representative of the upper class would actually be poor victims all along. dear god i am so glad i got that wrong! tho im weirded out by how evil white/pink pearl looked in that first hint that she was originally pink pearl??
anyway basicallly im just so fuckin tired
#su spoilers#su critical#more like su dissappointed from someone who started off so damn su positive#su bored su rushed su i just wanted you to care as much about making this redemption good as you cared about other things#it really felt like in general the crewniverse just lost interest in the story around the third hiatus or so#whyyyy did they take so long to reveal anything if all the reveals were gonna be so fast and so bad#you gotta learn that if you hype up a thing you actually have to deliver#like fuckin hell it took a whole season to even introduce a single other gem at all#and so long to introduce homeworld and so long to introduce the diamonds and then whoops blink and its over i guess#also why was jasper hyped up so much and then shitcanned for practically a decade#and her only narrative purpose in the end was just a brief hint at the pink diamond arc
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Unearthly Delights Part Thirteen (M)
Preview, One, Two (M), Three, Four (M), Five, Six (M), Seven (M), Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven (M), Twelve (M) , Thirteen (M), Fourteen (Coming soon!)
Genre: Drama, Smut, Action, Romance, Supernatural Creatures and Monsters AU
Pairing: JunmyeonxCharacter
Word Count: 10.3K
A/N: What happened, hm? Story shifts perspectives a bit this part. Also some more smut because yes. With two people. A different times. Double smut, double fun!
While he was once one, Minseok can’t help but think just how bizarre some humans are. It’s been so long, he’s almost forgotten what it’s like. He was born in 1888, and lived through the coming of a new century. Back then he was in France, the city of love. He was born as the classical land mark, the Eiffel tower, was being built... it’s been so long. His mother ended up there, alone with and pregnant. She had him and raised him all alone. It was hard, but she did it and she was happier than she would have been. She told him about leaving her home in order to escape an abusive husband. He was never told anything about his father other than that, she just smiled and looked out at the massive streets below. She love the city, and she made sure to talk to him in her native tongue in order to pass it along.
For the first three to four years of his life, they lived on the bare minimum. Then, suddenly, his mother found prosperous work and they started to live better. Soon, they lived in a nice house, he had a great education, and they could actually afford to do things like visit art museums, go to nice restaurants and see ballets and plays. When he turned fifteen, his mother told him way. The truth of where all the money comes from.
She was a sex worker. One that was highly sought after. She’s been doing it since before he was alive. It explains the lack of a father figure in his life, how that he thought about it. He could tell she was scared of telling him that, but his opinion of her didn’t change. It’s the world's oldest profession, after all. He love his mother with all of his heart. People who do sex work are not any less than people who don’t.
Her business was booming. People liked her ‘exotic nature’, which is weird, fetishistic and gross, but if they paid and treated her with respect, he didn’t mind as much. He was in college, studying business, trying to get a job that paid well so his mother could retire when she wanted and not have to worry about money. He had a part time job working at a store that made glass figurines. Burns and scars on his forearms still mark him to this day, though they are lighter, almost faded completely to the past.
When he was 28, about to graduate with a doctorate and applying for placed to work that greatly sought after him, he was attacked on the street. It was terrifying. Minseok was strong. He had to protect himself and his mother from clients who were stalkers and obsessed with her. He’s stronger than a lot of people, but he was nothing compared to this person. Sharp fangs piercing his neck, making him scream in agony as the person just put their hand over their mouth to muffle the noises. The feeling of the person swallowing as they drank from him, the pain that was burning into his very soul... he will never forget that night. He heard someone growling, before pulling the person away from him. He feel to the ground, looking up and seeing a man face. He looked at the person who was devouring him, before cutting his wrist and making Minseok drink.
Thus, he became a fledgling vampire. The person who changed him took the time to make sure he wouldn’t attack someone. Made sure he had self control before leaving without another word. He explained that he was a nomad, that many in their clan was. Minseok was terrified of telling his mother, who was worried sick when he came back home for the first time in two weeks. But he did. His mother was shocked at what happened, but, she still loved her son.
She passed away soon after. Cholera was going around in Europe, and it killed her with no remorse, leaving Minseok a fortune of money, art and riches, all of the things her admirers would give her. With that, he left France and went to America. For a new start.
The roaring 20’s, the market crash in the 30’s and the war in the 40’s, Minseok has lived it all. People were snide and, honestly, racist to him a lot, but he didn’t care. Then came the extermination of his clan in the 60′s. He didn’t like to think about it, but he was glad that he met Chanyeol and Kyungsoo who both helped him in the time he needed someone the most. Because of that, the three are friends for life… or as long as the wolves would live. They were young at the time, just fifteen or sixteen, still aging like humans before it slows down and lengthens their life.
Not long after that, in the year 1987, he met seventeen year old Junmyeon. The merman was a bit odd, especially when they first saw one another. Minseok was taking a night time stroll through the neighborhood, just choosing one and walking in whatever direction he wanted. In the middle of the street, in front of a large gate, stood a kid. Blood all along him, hands holding onto a wooden stake that was dripping in blood. He had a cut on his chest, deep and bleeding profusely. His eyes held the purest form of hatred Minseok has ever seen as the bodies of five vampires were all around him.
Truth be told, Minseok was scared for a moment. His eyes looked at him, “If you’re a Venture, i’ll give you three seconds to run away as fast as you can.”
Minseok, being alive for so long, was curious about this man. The name of the Venture clan made Minseok feel at ease. He understood the hatred Junmyeon was feeling. “I’m not,” He says, “I’m a vampire, but a different clan.”
He ended up healing Junmyeon’s wound, looking after him after learning about what happened. Since, they two were inseparable. Somehow, the merman drew people around him. The outcasts, the loners and the people who needed a family. Junmyeon opened a club for the sole purpose of connections in order to try and kill every last Venture. It worked, soon he was in drug rings and gun smuggling as well has had politicians in his pockets. The kind man had a dark side to him, the one that craved the revenge for his family. The one that would do anything to achieve it.
Taemin was a part of their life before going somewhere new to spread his wings as he put it. Not long after, he asked for a job for Ava.
Ava Vass. The definition of a bizarre human. She drinks, she smokes, she breaks the law and has no problem using sexual favors for personal gain. Even so, Minseok knew that deep down there are some line she doesn’t cross. For their dark twisted world, she has a good heart.She has morals, though she also acts very immorally. She was odd, and it was something that Minseok liked.
Watching her catch Junmyeon’s attention was something special, though. He’s been so obsessed with revenge that he hasn’t had the time to open himself to the possibility of any sort of romantic thoughts. That’s not to say the man celibate or anything. Quite the opposite, in fact. The merman was scared of being hurt and losing someone, so he just found sex in friends and left it there. Let his desires out with those he can trust. Not that he could blame him. Besides, Minseok has been on the giving and receiving end of his sexual frustrations and it was, truthfully, a wonderful time. Men, women, it didn’t matter for Junmyeon.
Then he saw Ava. Minseok could see it starting from a mile away. He’s known Junmyeon since the merman was a teen. She’s had a positive influence on his life even if, for anyone normal, she would be a bad influence. He started to open more to people who are not just his circle of family he made himself. The best part about it was Ava wasn’t willing to let him just ignore her like he does with anyone else who he finds even a single bit interesting. She’s in your face and knows exactly what she wants. She’s a fighter, pure and simple, molded and crafted into a person who gives zero fucks. Seeing her crack through his friend’s shell was something Minseok thought to be impossible.
Ava quickly earned his respect. Watching her throw herself headfirst in order to protect the family he’s found made him accept her as one of their own. She’s not like the rest of them, she very well could have died doing that.
After work, hearing Jongin talk a little about what his devious plan that happened was fun. The incubus knew about Junmyeon and Ava. Everyone knew, and Junmyeon was taking it slowly. But trying to speed up the process is always fun. Seeing what it would take to break Junmyeon was more so. Jongin left him after, smiling and grinning from ear to ear about how full he was made Minseok realize he should probably feed before going out into the city.
Minseok meant to leave before hand, but waited in order to feed on a healthy, unbitten feeder that was still there. It wasn’t uncommon for the feeders to be good looking. That isn’t what matters, though. What matters is the taste. People who taste the best are taken first, and so on and so on. Minseok knew by this time there would only be one left, maybe two. They all wore a tag with their blood type and what they taste like. Feeders find themselves proud of how they taste.
Minseok spots the last feeder there, looking over at the man who looked out for their safety. The man knew Minseok, knew he worked here and let him on in. A quick word of hello and it got to business. Minseok moved, perching on his lap, a leg on either side of him. He could hear the man’s heart beat quicken. No matter how many times someone is bitten it still happens. A natural reaction. Minseok smiled, liking to tease a bit before biting. He kisses and sucked on the skin, earning a few gasps. Me smirked as he bit down. His fangs pierced into his neck, gulping the hot crimson liquid down. The man below him gripped his hips, gasping as the sensation hit him quickly. The man was moaning, holding onto him as Minseok drank as much as he could. He tasted like licorice, sharp and unmistakable. Most people find it disgusting, but Minseok liked how different and unique it was. The hunger that was starting to claw at him was quickly extinguished after the first couple of gulps. The man’s shaky breathy moan in his ear going straight to his groin. There was something about a person moaning that just does something to him. A few more mouthfuls later, he licked the wound, healing it as he tastes the last of the blood. He felt stronger, ready for anything and full of energy. As he pulls away, cleaning every last drop of blood, the man was sighing, leaning back against the seat of the large arm chair they’re in. The vampire licks his lips, looking down at him as he was sitting in the human’s lap. The vampire takes notice of the very evident hard on he could feel under him, just smirking wider.
The human laughs, hair pastel pink as he was high on the buzz of being bitten. If they’re not careful, feeders can become addicted to the feeling of the bite. Some people get use to it, able to be bitten three or four times a week, but for the most part, humans should only be bitten twice a week with a few days between. Minseok made sure everything was fine, that the man was alright. He absentmindedly started flicking at one of the earrings he had, looking over him with a worried expression. His button up black shirt was hanging open as the vampire make sure he isn’t dizzy or anything.
All feeders wore the same black shirt and pants, looking very uniform. Minseok glances at him, smirking at how flushed the man was beneath him.
“I’m fine,” The human says, smiling, “I think I’m going to go find someone to fix my problem now.”
He was daring, hands on Minseok pulling him down so he he was pressed right down of exactly what the bite has done instead of softly, teasingly hovering like before. After decades of life, Minseok could easily see when someone was flirting with him. He was very wary of hooking up with feeders, though. Most of the time they just fuck and beg to be turned. This fantasy in their heads of what being a vampire is like is a ridiculous notion and Minseok hates people who don’t understand that it is also a burden. Thankfully, Junmyeon seem to know a good business, as that hasn’t happened in a while. Minseok smiles, it’s been a long time since he had a feeder that was this daring after because of it. The vampire grins, “Sorry, the older the vampire the more potent the bite.”
“Remind me to come and work here more often, then,” He says with a smile. “I’ll be back to do this again,” He says. Minseok smiled, remembering his name from the tag. Mino.
Minseok found him attractive, that was certain. He didn’t really have a type. If you’re tall and strong, that’s cool. If you’re short and smaller, that’s awesome. Men or women, human or supernatural being, Minseok doesn’t mind. Why limit yourself to one thing when you can feast on it all? It’s funny, Minseok thinks as he leans in rocking his hips a little with a small smile. The man groaned as he was grinding on his hard length, making the vampire crave something other than the man’s blood. The offer to help him out was right there, about to leave his mouth. It’s been a while since Minseok has slept with someone who wasn’t in their friend circle, after all.
Yixing’s panicked voice carried upstairs, cutting through the flirty aura that was around them. Minseok could feel the terror from him all that way up here. Mino could hear it too as he looked at the vampire. “Go,” He says, seemingly understanding. “It sounds bad.”
The vampire nods, “Come back again,” He says. The man nodded, as Minseok took one last look at him before quickly standing from the man’s lap as he moved out the door. He looked down from the stairs, seeing Ava down on one of the tables. Blood pouring from the side and dripping into the floor, the smell of chai filling his senses. Yixing was there, and Junmyeon, his eyes wide in absolute terror. Minseok quickly descended the stairs, time was of the utmost importance now as he understood the gravity of the situation that was at hand.
He knows what has to be done now. There’s not enough time for anything else, and if he doesn’t do something Ava will be gone forever. Minseok yanks Taemin back, shoving him away. The vampire knew that the demonic man spent too long being shocked to be able to turn her into one of them. She wouldn’t have the strength or the time to survive it now. He removes Junmyeon’s hands from the wound. His face is determined, doing everything he needed to. He feels his fangs sharpen as he bring it up to his wrist, stabbing it into it with quick ease. His blood starts to pour from the wound, spilling into the ground. He uses his other hand, opening Ava’s mouth. She was still awake, but likely out of it from how weak she was.
Taemin was stunned, “Minseok, you… you said-”
“And you had a chance and you let it pass. This is the only way,” Minseok growls, glaring at the incubus. Minseok pours his blood into Ava’s mouth as his eyes turned red. Mesmerising someone always felt wrong to Minseok, but hee had to do it or else. “Drink, Ava.”
Minseok watched as, with the last of her strength, she swallowed the blood. The vampire looks up seeing Junmyeon, his hands covered in blood as he looks lost as he was looking at her. The merman’s hair a complete nest as he just looks at her. Minseok feels bad for him, for his dear friend. It’s like every time he opens up, something happens. Minseok glanced at Ava, watching as her breathes stop and her eyes stare lifelessly to the ceiling. The first step is done.
Yixing was looking, his head shaking, “This will work… right?”
Minseok nodded, “Yes.” The conflicted feelings in him. He’s angry someone did this to her. He’s upset that he had to turn her or else she’d die. He’s… confused, about having someone else in his clan once again. “She’s going to be a newborn, though. She and I will, for the first week, be at my place. I still have the bunker that Chanyeol would be in before he could control himself during the full moon.” He looks at Junmyeon, “I need to take her there now. She’ll wake up in a few hours and I’m going to need that time to gather and prepare the things we need.”
“Ok,” The merman says, nodding as the door bursts open. Sehun was sprinting in, Johnny at his heels. Johnny breathing heavily as he stares at the scene before him. He looks utterly devastated at the sight, shaking his head in disbelief. Sehun, who didn’t break a sweat at all running, looked angry. His eyes took in the sights, seeing the blood all on the ground
“What the fuck,” Johnny says, moving and looking at Ava. His eyes widen, filling with tears, “She’s-”
“She’s going to be fine,” Taemin says, looking at him. He pats him on the shoulder, “She will be fine. I promise.” The incubus just pulls the young teen to him, hugging him tightly as Johnny just stared, eyes wide and full of terror.
Sehun was still. He just stared, quiet as he clenches his fists. Anyone around could feel the anger radiating off of him in this moment. He was tense, looking at Ava with red eyes. “Yixing… we need to figure out who did this,” He mutters, looking at the fae.
“I’ll prepare the time rift spell,” He says, moving and going directly into the kitchen. The fae needed to do something to feel like he’s useful after being unable to save Ava. “I have everything I need here.”
Minseok picks Ava up, holding her lip body in his arms. He looks at Sehun, “Take care of Jun.”
The shapeshifter nods, moving close to their boss.
The door is slammed open again, the two werewolves coming in. Chanyeol, living close by, was in already in a sleeveless tank and a pair of plaid pajama pants. His feet bare as it looks like he ran here. Kyungsoo liked to sometimes go and get breakfast at a diner close by after work, so he must have seen Chanyeol running here.
Chanyeol looks, seeing Minseok carrying Ava, “Is… is she?”
“She will be back,” Minseok says, “I need you two to help me. We have to watch over her when she turns. I’m going to have to get her blood bags and I can’t leave her alone.”
Kyungsoo was shocked, looking at the blood that was on the floor, dripping from Ava. “Sure…” He says, looking at her. He knows how it works, she’s technically lifeless now. He’s seen this happen before he met Minseok. She’ll wake in a little bit. Her eyes red and her hunger uncontrollable. They needed to make sure she didn’t hurt anyone, or kill someone when she woke.
Minseok just sighs, as Kyungsoo opens the door for him as they quickly get in his car. He just wanted to make sure Junmyeon didn’t see this part. He didn’t want him to see the part of the change. It would be something he would never forget in his entire life, and seeing her like that would just make his friend lock himself up emotionally again. That is, if this doesn’t. Minseok sighs, walking quickly. He just hopes he didn’t make a mistake.
Flashes pop into my mind. Like dreams, slightly blurry. Being dark, alone in a small and confined space. I remember touching, feeling wood as I scrambled in fear. In a dark place, alone. I screamed, trying to move as I was constricted. I slam my fists onto the front of the wood, hearing it crack. I screamed more, yelling for help as I slammed them again, as it cracked open and something fell on me. My mouth catching some as I taste dirt. I could feel worms crawling as I tried to move the dirt around me. I panicked as I started trying to move through the dirt, away from the wooden box.
The tears that came from my eyes made dirt stick to my face as I pushed with all my might against the earth, moving it out of my way as much as I could. It felt like years, the dirt scratching my eyes and getting up my nose. I pushed my hand up, feeling cool air hit my skin as I try to break through. Water hitting my hand was cool, welcoming. My body felt like it was on fire, burning like a witch on a pyre. I could feel pieces of wood stabbed into my arms, jagged and bleeding. I kick with my legs, pushing against some solid earth as I break through, my head out of the ground as I looked around, my heart racing.
Someone touches me and I lash out, punching towards them. I miss in my panic state, as the person moves and grabs my arm, pulling me out of the ground. I was covered in mud, the rain pouring down as the thunder cracked, illuminating the sky violently. I choked back a sob of anxiety, looking and seeing the whole in the grass I came from. Someone was yelling things to me, but I couldn’t hear it.
I fell to the ground, exhausted and in unbearable amounts of pain I realise after the sense of danger starts to fade. Before I could say or do anything, I find myself falling unconscious. It felt like my body was doing things I didn’t know of. I’d get visions of nails, growing and fur. Blood, so pretty…
Visions of people forcing me away as someone was taken out of the room. I was frantic, trying to fight them off just to get back, just to see. It was like I was in and out, watching as someone else controlled my body and took it for a joyride. I see a hand with sharp long nails slicing into someone’s chest, blood starting to seep out of it and staining the shirt. The color drawing me, inviting me as I try to rush to it. I feel someone grab me and, no matter how hard I fight, they’re too strong.
The person left, the blood all gone as I just continued to try to hurt anyone and everyone around me. Make them feel the pain I was feeling. It wasn’t fair, my did I feel it if they weren’t. It was agony. I wanted it to end. I needed it to end.
When I came back, I was standing, screaming out. My throat was sore from the amount of yelling. All I felt was pain. It felt like every bone was being snapped and reformed, pushed and made into something else, something more. My head, my stomach, my mouth… everything was agony. I open my eyes, seeing the metal walls with deep scratches down the walls. I scream, writhing in pain. I feel someone hold me steady, as I open my eyes, looking around. Chanyeol was holding me to the ground. I kick him, watching him bend in pain as I look around frantically. My mind knew he was a friend but I just… I couldn’t stop. Everything hurt. My chest felt as if it was on fire as Chanyeol move, grabbing me and holding me, trying to keep my arms at my sides.
“It hurts,” I scream, kicking and just trying to lash out at anything I could. I screamed, feeling the bone deep cold within me except my chest. I glared, my screams ringing around us in this metal room.
My stomach was going crazy, hunger clawing at me as Chanyeol had me in a grapple, trying to stop me from moving. That’s when I noticed it. The spicy smell. Chili and… something else. It smelled good. It smelled delicious.
I could hear a door open as I looked, seeing Minseok standing there. “Chanyeol, you can leave.”
The werewolf lets go of me as I move to the door. Minseok grabbed me, pushing me so hard my back hit the wall behind me. Minseok’s eyes glowing, “Stop, Ava. Now.”
I wanted to argue back, but I was frozen still. Something was stopping me as he looked at me. “Hungry,” I say, “I’m starving.”
“Come here,” He mutters, holding something in his hand. “Drink. It’s not fresh, but you’ll kill someone if you go after them.”
I take it, him being around calming me a little. He hand me a plastic bag, cutting a whole in it with his teeth. I take it, the smell wasn’t exactly pleasant. It smelled stale, older. But I was just so hungry. I take it, putting it to my mouth and drinking it. The taste was like eating the sweetest fruit, only better. My body became warm as I just drank and drank until it was gone. I look up, seeing Minseok holding another to me. “You’ll need your strength.”
I take it, gulping it down greedily. The pain in my stomach easing, and soon, the rest of it does too. It was almost euphoric the way it went from pain to bliss. It wasn’t until I was done did I realise what I was drinking. I look at the bag in my hands, seeing the label. AB positive. The deep red liquid still a tiny bit in it, dripping. I drop it, watching it flutter to the floor. Dozens of blood bags littered the ground. Some spilled on the ground, staining it. I look up, reaching to my mouth. Two razor shark teeth. I shake my head, looking at my hands and back at Minseok.
“Ava,” Minseok says, couching down beside me. “Do you remember anything?”
I shake my head. “Just… work…” I glance up, “I’m… you…”
I was never going to age again. I was going to be like this forever unless I’m killed or take myself out. It was odd. I could feel the power surging through me, molding to me and making me stronger, more alert… better in almost every way.
Minseok nods. “If I didn’t, you would have been dead.” I couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure me or himself when he spoke. “You were attacked when you went home. All I know is you called Yixing because you thought he could help you.” He looks at me, eyes full of all different emotions that I can’t exactly place. “The blade used to hurt you was powerful. Extremely powerful. He couldn’t stop you from dying, so… I made it so when you did you’d come back again.”
I close my eyes, trying to think, “The… the box in the ground?”
“It happened,” Minseok says, patting my shoulder, “I’m sorry. It’s scary, I know. I have to tell you all about my clan… our clan now. We're part of an ancient clan made up of a type of vampire called Gangrel. The types of vampires we are can be described as… animalistic.” He says, nodding, “When I get into a rage and am fighting, I growl, grow claws and my eyes glow like a werewolf’s. That same will probably happen to you.” Minseok picks up a class he had, holding it. “We’re also extremely strong. The only thing stronger than an adult Gangrel vampire is a werewolf. You have about seventy to sixty years until you get that strong, though. For the most part, it’s the same. Holding a glass is normal. It’s when you try to really use your strength it shows.”
I nod, trying to listen and just hear him explain without freaking the fuck out about all of this. My heart was still beating in my chest, racing as I just wait, listening.
He seemed to understand how weirded out I was by my heart still beating. “Your heart still beats. Unlike common stories, vampire hearts beat. They’re slower than average, though. It pumps the blood we drink in so that we can move and feed some more. If we didn’t drink, we would just be lethargic and too weak to move,” He says, nodding. “Also, we can walk in sunlight no problem. Gangrel’s don’t get turned to ash from it or anything like that. Not even sunburn. People speculate it’s because we’re closer to wild animals than vampires. Only one family has a supreme weakness to it, however. Ventures. All others burn and sizzle and will eventually turn to ash. Ventures… they will turn to ash immediately.” He says, “As you’ve seen, the blade Junmyeon gave you turns places you cut and stab into ash as well. Lastly, because I turned you, I am your Sire. I’m basically your mentor. You’re under my care and it’s my job to make sure you don’t turn out to be a piece of shit who just kills people.”
The vampire looks up, “Now. Since that night, it’s been a week. In the time you were not yourself. The things you did you can not blame on yourself, understand?”
I nod, not sure exactly he means by that. It made me feel very uneasy. The thought how I went from just a normal human to, well… not. The pain… it must have been the process of turning.
Minseok gave me a cautious look, like he was ready to defend himself at any moment. “Now, Ava, we have to talk about feeding,” He says, “Human food will still taste good to you. I still eat someone just because I love the taste, but it will not satiate your hunger anymore.”
“Obviously,” I mutter, feeling like my entire life has just been rocked.
Minseok just smiles a little, “Since you are a new born, you need to feed daily. You, as a younger and weaker vampire, can’t drink from other vampires like I can. I also don’t think you should be drinking from feeders without supervision, because you may accidentally kill them.”
“So my options are… what, exactly,” I ask, looking at him.
“Blood bags or… well, with me there to stop you. Or an adult werewolf. They’re the only thing strong enough to be able to pull you away from them if you start to go into a frenzy and drink too much,” Minseok explains, “I also think you should have me there just in case so I can heal them if you forget. You also shouldn’t bite them for the first two weeks. One down, one to go. Instead, they will cut their wrist and let you feed that way.”
“Why can’t I bite,” I ask, glancing a tall the deep scratch marks into the wall.
“If a newborn bites in their first two week, they’ll become insane from the sensations. It will be too much of a shock to your senses. A vampire’s self control isn’t in place for their first two weeks for their new undead life.” Minseok smiles, “It’s sort of like being a child again.”
“Goddamnit,” I say, “hope there isn’t a second puberty.”
Minseok laughs at that. He shakes his head, smiling as he looks at me. “I think this is going to go perfectly well, Ava. Tomorrow, after you feed, we’ll test to see how fast and strong you really are.”
Minseok stands, helping me up as he smiles. “How about I give you a tour of my place?”
“Sounds good.”
“I do have one last thing I need to explain to you,” He says, as he walks alongside me as we look at paintings of many old, dead lords. “Because you’re a young vampire, for the first few months anytime you feed from someone, bite or not, you’ll probably get… well, for a lack of a better way to put this, unbelieveably horney.”
I laugh, “Is this like the sex talk?”
He smiles, “Sort of. This is going to be awkward, but if you find yourself unable to break through that feeling and hold it back, I’d suggest going to myself, the wolves or the incubuses.”
“But am I stronger than them?”
“Right now? You’re only stronger than Baekhyun and Chen. Though their song would work on them so if you really wanted to… but I’d suggest not just in case you break out of it. You’re about even with Yixing. Fae’s look dainty but they’re strong. When he was exiled a lot of the strength was taken from him. He was high in the Queens court and one of their strongest. High court Fae are stronger than anything I know of.” Minseok explains, calmly, “So… just keep that in mind.”
Minseok’s house was a little out of the city. It wasn’t as big as Junmyeon’s, but it was still fairly grand. Everything was modern, dark and perfect for a new age vampire. I asked Minseok questions about his Sire and his relationship with him. Minseok tells me about him, a man named Luhan who was over five centuries old when he made Minseok. Second in command of their clan and part Fae. Their relationship was, for the first ten years, platonic. Luhan taught him and cared for him, keeping him safe.
“Then it took a turn. It happens sometimes between Sires and their fledglings,” He says. “Sometimes it’s romantic, but for the most part they are mainly sexual.” The older vampire glances at me, “Don’t think that you have to do anything like that, by the way. I just… Luhan told me it was different for a Sire. That it felt wonderful in way he never knew. Anyways, after a few decades of the two of us, we splitted. Ended the romantic side of things. He dated and saw other people and I’m doing the same. And then… well, the attempted extermination of our clan.”
“So we’re the only two,” I ask, looking at him. “It has to be lonely.”
He nods, “Yeah. Not only am I your Sire, I’m your Lord as well. Don’t call me that, though.” He says, shaking his head. “Most clans live together, but for the most part Gangrel were loners. Half were nomadic, so the fact that someone hunted us all down is shocking, really.”
He stops outside of a room, “Here, the guest room. I’d suggest you shower because you… well, smell awful and haven’t bathed since before you died. Clothes are already in there.”
I nod, “Sure. And thanks… for everything.”
The room was black and white, rather plain. Smooth and stylish, while missing all personality at all. I moved into the bathroom, it was nice too. A huge shower, a nice tub, and a large mirror. When I took a look at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but stare. My hair was practically black with dirt. My skin was covered in it, along with a bruises. I looked absolutely filthy. Even when I was homeless I never looked this bad.
It was a bit terrifying, though. Thinking about pretty much coming out of a grave.
After I showered and got into bed, somehow those thoughts and new revelations didn’t stop me from sleeping. I slept naked, because there were no pajamas and I didn’t feel like wearing jeans to bed. I pulled the blanket around me, turning and laying on my side, trying to push the thoughts of the pain and nightmares away.
I felt something touch me as I gasp, bolting upright. The sun from the window bright, making me cover my eyes. It was mid day as Minseok was shaking my shoulder. He looks at me, eyebrow raised, “You ok?”
Nightmares. All night long. Remembering the pain. Of waking up under the ground and having to fight and crawl up. The woman, her knife, the agony. The sights of all the people I love telling me how their deaths were my fault. The devastation on Junmyeon’s face. The helplessness on Yixing’s.
“Yeah,” I say, nodding, “Yeah, I’m fine.”
The blanket was at my waist as he just looks at me. He just smirks a little, not even trying to hide as he glanced at my bare chest. He looked back at me, unashamed from his ogling. “You could have just told me you didn’t have pajamas.”
“Sleeping nude is fun though,” I say with a smile, trying to distract myself from the nightmare.
He rolls his eyes, “Nice to see that you haven’t really changed at all.” He looks to the door, “Come in, Lily.”
A woman walks in, smiling as she moves towards us. I glance from her to Minseok. I could smell her, hear her heart beating fast. It got a little faster when she say me as my eyes followed her.
Minseok just smiles, “I’ve already eaten. I’m here to make sure you don’t get too greedy. Lily works here, as one of the three people who help me keep this place clean. She agreed to let you drink from her.”
“Well, you always said I tasted like champagne,” She says, raising her wrist towards Minseok. Lily was young looking, about the same height as Minseok. Her hair was tied back into a bun, neon yellow practically glowing. She was tan, her eyes a lovely green.
Minseok’s fangs stretched out, as he motions me to move towards them. I sit up, not caring about covering myself as I watch him cut her wrist with his fangs.
The second I see the crimson liquid, I could feel the clawing hunger in my stomach. Twisting, burning, telling me to drink. To feast. To devour. I move, Minseok holding her wrist as I lick up the dripping blood before sucking directly where the cut is. The taste was like champagne and strawberries and just the most wonderful thing I’ve tasted. I could hear her moan as I drank, feeling Minseok’s hand on my head, petting my hair, muttering sweet nothings as he watched us carefully. Her hand grabbed my shoulder as she gasped, shivering as she clinged to me. “Fuck,” She moaned, her nails clawing into me which just made me want more.
The second I started to drink, it felt like when Minseok drank from me. I was moaning, swallowing up all the warm liquid. My hand immediately went in between my thighs, feeling how quickly I was dripping from feeding. I glanced, seeing the effect I had on her. Making her moan and gasp in bliss, there was something that just undeniably powerful about it.
Not only was she gasping and moaning, I was too. It was almost embarrassing how hot I felt so quickly. I whimpered, drinking gulp after greedy gulp, as much as I could. It was warm, like drinking hot chocolate on a chilly day.
“Ava,” Minseok says, his eyes stern.“Stop now.”
I drank more, hearing a faint growl from Minseok. Before I knew it, Minseok gripped my hair and pulled, eyes glowing. He glared at me, “Stop. Now, heal her.”
He lets go of my hair, giving me a chance. It took everything I had to stop sucking on the wound and lick it, letting it close and heal. I lick every last drop as I could as she sighs, face flushed. I look at Minseok, looking as he watches me in fascination as I lick the last bit of her blood away. He looked proud.
I felt oddly warm, moaning as I looked at Minseok. He looked proud in a way. I couldn’t focus on that as I looked. His handsome face and strong shoulders, my mind imagining all the filthy things we could do right now. I’ve never felt this desperate in my life to be touched or anything. “Please,” I say, begging him, “Help me, please.”
“Thank you, Lily,” Minseok says, “If you wouldn’t mind, we would like some privacy.”
She nods, and the second she shuts the door after her, I lean towards Minseok and press my lips to his with fervor. I need it, I needed it now so badly I couldn’t even think straight. He moans, licking the last of the blood off my lips, pulling me close and he picks me up, turning and pressing me against the wall. He wasted no time, understanding what it was I was craving at the moment. I gasp, his mouth moving to my neck as I moan, holding on to his shoulders.
I could hear his heart beating, as one of his hands cups my breast, the touch was harsh and rough as he squeezes the nipple in his fingertips. Minseok moves the hand and pulls on his belt, before letting his pants and underwear fall to the ground, stepping out of them quickly.
“Please,” I beg, desperate for the pleasure I so desperately craved. It almost hurt so bad with how turned on I was. The smirk on Minseok’s face was sinful as he just looked me in the eyes, holding my faces so I couldn’t look away.
In one, quick thrust, he was completely in me. I yelled, arching my back as he just wraps one arm around me, the other going to my hair and holding it tightly at the base of my skull. “Fuck,” He growls and pulls roughly at my hair, yanking it as his lips press down on the skin against my neck. He bit the skin there, blunt human like teeth instead of fangs. He was groaning, his face twisted in ecstasy as his hips rocked into me as quick as he could manage. The both of us too high with lust to want to take this slowly, too needy to tease. I need it, and I didn’t care how I get it so long as it’s done.
I bit my lip, feeling my fangs cut into it as Minseok’s head snaps up, looking at me. The taste of copper on my tongue as, for a moment, Minseok was just watching, his eyes on my lips. He presses his lips to mine, before letting out a loud growl. He sucked on my lip, pushing into me as I did the best I could to rock back and meet his thrusts. Minseok groans, tasting my blood as I could feel his grip on me tighten.
I feel softness at my back as I see that we’re on the bed now, Minseok hovering over me. I rip the shirt he wore completely in two as if it was a tissue, arching as I move, pushing him so he was on his back. He let me do so, falling back against the bed. He smiles up at me, his eyes glowing red. I trailed my fingers down his chest, taking note of the tattoo on the left side of his chest. His hands find my hips as I start to move. The sound of slick skin slapping echoed in the room, along with the noises I was making as Minseok just let’s his eyes wander my body.
“Ava,” He moans, looking in my eyes, the glowing red of his irises turning me on more and more.
I push my hands against his chest, feeling the tightness in my lower region building, ready to burst. I feel him move, planting his feet into the bed so he could thrust up into me, his hips slapping against me and he grips my ass, moaning and saying my name.
One of his hands moves to my clit, rubbing it quickly as I tumbled from the edge of ecstasy immediately. I was yelling, my throat horse from before but I didn’t care. He was hitting the most pleasurable spot within me as the same time, making me tear up at the feeling. I was shaking as he pushed me against the bed, my back there as he laid beside me, gasping.
I looked back, seeing Minseok still hard as he just takes a few deep breaths. I move, not going to let him be unsatisfied, after all. I didn’t want to risk a blowjob, since my fangs were still sharp, so wrapped my fingers around him, moving and kissing his lips. He groaned, tongue still finding my cut lip as he was gripping my hair, rocking his hips, fucking my hand as I could hear growls deep in his chest. They sounded like a tiger or a jaguar, deep and rumbling. There was something terrifying about it that made what we were doing feel even more exhilarating.
He stilled as I kept moving my hand, feeling is warm release on my fingers. He groaned, muttering words of endearment to me as he finally lets out a long moan. He pulled away after licking the small wounds on my lip. He was gasping for air, his eyes wide and pupils blown open. I smile looking at him as I look at my hand. It was covered in his release as I just brought it to my mouth, licking it clean. Minseok just watched, smiling as he shook his head.
We didn’t stay there and rest, though. Minseok wouldn’t let me as he just gets us both away from one another. I think he knew that if he stayed I would have hopped on him almost immediately. After a little bit of clean up, I was dressed in jeans and a sleeveless shirt, looking over and seeing Chanyeol across from me. The werewolf complained about being made to wait, but he was still full of joy and smiles. We walked outside, following the vampire until he stopped. He moved sitting under a tree, watching curiously.
Minseok house was small, but the land was massive. Chanyeol told me he got it to Chanyeol and Kyungsoo could run though the forest here on full moons, playing with one another and letting their wolves out freely.
The werewolf was looking at me, serious expression on his face. It was weird seeing someone so bright and happy be so serious. “Punch me,” He says, arms crossed. “I can only see how strong you are if you just let loose and hit me.”
I shrug, before pulling my fist back and swinging it as fast and with as much force as I could directly to his face. I was shocked, seeing him actually be pushed back a bit by the force. I was so use to punching these guys and them not moving at all that now, seeing this, was on the edge of being euphoric.
I was grinning, looking at my hands as Chanyeol hisses in pain.
“Fuck,” He says, “You’re not even an adult yet and you still punch like a truck.”
“All the years of fight club is going to make her into one hell of a threat,” Minseok says, nodding.
I smiled proudly at that. It will be nice not to feel like the weakest person anymore. I was use to being considered one of the strongest. When I moved here, I was suddenly one of the weakest. It felt nice to be seen as a threat again.
Chanyeol runs me though more tests. Reaction speed, which I excel at, stamina, which I have a ton of, and strength, which isn’t that much, apparently. Yet.
But, that means little to me as I pick Chanyeol up like it was nothing, grinning from ear to ear as I held him over my head. “This is so fucking awesome,” I say, smiling.
“You also seem to have good self control already,” Minseok says, “You healed Lily when I asked. Most newborns would just lash out and try to drink their fill.” He nods, “I don’t think you losing your control will happen often once this week is up.”
“That’s great,” Chanyeol says as I set him back down. “Especially since it can be very devastating.” He shows me his arm, a long cut from the shoulder to the nail of his ring finger. “You were pretty scary.”
My eyes go wide, “I… I didn’t mean…”
Chanyeol hold his hands out, “It’s ok, trust me, Kyungsoo and I don’t blame you. Besides, the scar is going to look so sick-”
“What did I do to Kyungsoo,” I ask, looking over at Minseok. My eyes wide, hearing this for the first time.
The vampire glared at Chanyeol, who looked like a kicked puppy. Minseok stands, walking to me. “You clawed him on the chest. Three long cuts. He’s fine, just resting. He was more annoyed than anything, but not at you. He knows you can’t help it.”
I sigh, “I’ll get him like… a bottle of whiskey to say sorry.”
“Or you could use actual words,” Minseok says, giving me a look.
“Just because you’re my whatever doesn’t make you my father,” I say, shaking my head. “Though, I would appreciate a daddy if you catch my drift.”
Chanyeol ignores that, “Kyungsoo is someone who thinks actions speak louder than words. Just go and see him and apologize. Be upfront about it. That fact that you showed up will be enough, really.”
“I should wait until after this week before I go and see him,” I say, “I… don’t know if I’ll trust myself out there surrounded by people until this week is up.”
The vampire grinned, “Good. This is going smoother than I though compared to the first week.” Minseok looked at me, “I’m shocked you’re not going crazy. I almost killed someone when I was turned. All I was was wanting to either kill someone and drink every last drop or fuck anyone I saw.”
“Maybe she got it all out then,” Chanyeol says, “She was like… a honey badger. Sometimes uncontrollable. It was awful. You said that it was just short bursts, but then, when she was going though it, it was like she was constantly in a frenzy.”
I could feel the clawing feeling return as I looked at the werewolf. Minseok could tell immediately, “Well, I’m right here and I’m hungry.”
Chanyeol just tilted his head as he was seated, leaning against a tree. He glances at Minseok, nodding. “I can do it.”
Minseok look at him, “You know what she’ll be like after, right?”
Chanyeol laughs, “Do you really think that would stop me? Of all of us?” After a nod and a few more words from Chanyeol, the vampire moves back to his house, giving Chanyeol and I some privacy with a smirk on his face. I swear before he left I could hear him mutter about how bizarre I was.
Chanyeol, while the first time we had fun together was a bit rough and quick, was being gentle and patient at the start, at least. He kisses my skin, soft and lightly as he undressed me slowly. Tossing my shirt and bra to the side, cupping my breasts and dipping his head to lick at the hardening buds. The air still cool as autumn was here. Undressing was the first priority, according to him. “This way, when you’re so filled with lust, you won’t have to wait long,” He explains with a smile, lightly biting at one of my nipples, making me hiss.
“So thoughtful,” I tease, moving to shimmy out of my pants, watching him get undressed. Chanyeol was, like everyone else who worked at Unearthly Delights, was insanely attractive. He was a bit of a goof and very sweet, but man, he has an amazing body. Very clear and defined abs, toned arms, and a nice butt. Not the best butt of the lot, that honor belongs to Sehun, but a nice one all the same. He was also well endowed, which I remembered from giving him head. God I wanted to take him back with me and just fuck his brains out that night.
I move, straddling him after he sat back down, my knees on either side of him, resting on the soft grass as he just looks at me. He smiles, sitting naked on the grass as if it was a usual thing for him. Perhaps he was just use to being outside. Reaching up, he holds my chin, “Open up.”
I could feel my fangs already as I open. Before I could react he cut his wrist on my fang, holding it out for me.
The smell is intoxicating. I quickly bring it to my mouth, moaning as the blood touches my tongue. He tastes sweet and spicy, like chocolate with chili in it. I open my eyes, looking at Chanyeol, watching as he moans out loud, shivering and sighing with his eyes closed. The other hand moves, softly stroking me between my thighs as I just take a moment to gasp, some of the blood running down his forearm. I rub my hips down on his length, causing him to hiss.
He looks at me, grinning, “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet Ava.” He says, before pulling me up for a moment.I just smirk, wanting to continue to tease him as I moved back down.
My eyes widen as I felt myself sliding down his thick cock, moaning as some of his blood escapes my mouth, “Fuck, Chanyeol!” I close my eyes, sucking on his wrist as I move, slowly up and down, feeling like my body was on fire. I looked at him, expecting him to be ready to tell me stop.
“Werewolves make blood faster than others,” He says gasping as I slid back up. His eyes glowing slightly. “You can drink more from me than you can normally.” He places his hand on me, positioning my hips to just the right angle so that when I fell down, I was hitting the button of pleasure inside me. Just from this little bit, drinking his blood while slowly fucking him was enough to make me feel like I was going to cum any second. It was dizzying, intoxicating.
“You’re so sexy,” He mutters, leaning in and licking my neck, sucking marks into the skin. “Watch you ride me like this is like a living wet dream,” He says biting into my skin.
I drank and I drank, starting to speed up as my eyes watered at the intense feeling. Chanyeol was just as bad, moaning and sweating, lips on my neck, other hand touching me anywhere he could.
“Stop,” He says, shaking the wrist I was drinking from. He watched me carefully, ready to use force if he needed.
It took all of my restraint and self control I had not to rip into his arm to drink more. I licked the wound, letting it heal as I pulled away, licking my lips and the left over blood.
He presses his lips to mine with no hesitation, my fangs already gone. With ease, Chanyeol pulled me off him, turning me and pushing me back down onto his cock. He smiles, his hair a little wild and his face flushed. “Ava, you have a wonderful ass,” He says, grabbing the cheeks of it and gripping, giving each a little slap. “I’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, just so I can watch it when I slap it,” He says, his voice deeper and husky as he pushes me so that I was on my hands and knees.
The slap to my ass this time was anything but soft. The sting was deliciously painful as I yell out in delight, looking back as I see him push into me. I moaned at the full feeling, pushing my hips back against his. “Chanyeol,” I moan, “Fuck, harder!”
“Your wish is my command,” He says, his voice deep and full of passion. He takes my arms, holding my wrists in his hands as he pulls me to him as he pushes in. “Getting fucked like this in a forest,” He growls, “What a little slut. Tell me you’re a slut, Ava.”
“I’m a slut,” I said, moaning, the sound of his hips snapping into mine echoing through the trees around us. “I’m the biggest slut for you, Chanyeol!”
I hear him chuckle, “God, do you do just anything someone asks of you? Are you that addicted to cock?”
“Only if they know how to use it,” I say, teasing back at him. I shivered, feeling him in me so deep. “Oh god, right there!” He was so thick that I was still gasping from the sensation. The slapping of skin echoed in the woods, along with our moans and shouts. I closed my eyes, arching my back letting him hit my g-spot over and over.
I clenched around him as I was getting close, hearing him moan curses out loud. “You filthy bitch,” Chanyeol growls, “God, your cunt practically sucks me in, begging for more.”
“Please,” I moan, feeling my breasts move with every single thrust. My knees hurt from the ground, but I didn’t care so long as he kept doing this.
“A bitch in heat isn’t even as desperate as you are,” He says, a growl in his chest as he does so. As it went on, he used more and more of his strength, making tears stream down my eyes at how powerful the thrusts were. My wrists still in his tight grip, him pulling me back as fast as he was pushing in. He moves, holding both of my wrists with one hand. I feel him grab my hair, yanking it, pulling so my back arched just a bit more, making his cock hit me at an even better angle. Chanyeol’s dirty talking just making me feel even hotter somehow, “Taemin was right about you,” He says with a growl, “You get so wet and sloppy it feels like I’m fucking you after ten men cummed in you.”
“Oh fuck yes,” I yell, feeling like my entire body was lit in euphoria.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little slut,” He asks, slamming his hips into me even harder as I scream. “Should we all just make a train and fuck you one after the other, filling you up?”
“Please, yes Chanyeol please,” I say, tears falling from my eyes even more.
“I can just imagine it, cum pouring out of your cunt from being fucked so many times, over and over. You want that, you filthy whore,” He says, speeding up again. Just the thought of that happening along with everything else Chanyeol did to me wasenough for me to finally tumble. I choked on my moans, feeling my orgasm crash around me. I was shivering and sobbing from the feeling as he kept fucking me, hitting the place in me with every thrust that drove me wild. I was shaking, tears dripping down my face and neck from being fucked so hard and thorough. His name left my lips in loud screams, shaking and my world piratically spinning.
A few more of his thrusts as he pulled out, sliding his cock in between the cheeks of my ass as he groaned. I could feel the cum, warm and thick all on my cheeks and lower back.
His hand let go of my arm, moving and going around my waist to keep me from collapsing on the grass. He moves, laying down on the grass and moves me so that I was using him as a pillow. His chest still heaving, his skin covered in sweat.
I laugh, “Well, I didn’t know you were an ass man, “ I say between gasps.
He laughs, “Absolutely. They’re just so nice to grab,” He says, taking a fist of my mine, shaking it a little as a demonstration.
I moved, whining as I still feel needy. Minseok was right, this is nothing to make lightly.
Chanyeol looks at me, “You’re insatiable.” He says, flipping us over so that I was on my back. I just grinned, getting ready for even more. He smirks, putting my legs over his shoulders winking, his tongue swiping up my center as I screamed, still over sensitive as I grip onto his hair for my life.
Minseok smiles, hearing the sounds even as he was inside. Chanyeol was damn good in bed, he can attest to that. He just wants to make the person he’s with feel good, and he does. Though nothing really beats the site of Chanyeol under you, being an adorable sub. It’s rare, but an absolute treat. He turns back, still holding the phone in his hand as he was listening. He placed the phone down, the speaker on. “I told you, she’s ok. She’s actually doing a lot better than most newborns.”
“I… I’m just worried,” Junmyeon says over the phone, sighing.
Minseok could hear the exhaustion in his friend's voice. The vampire was worried for his boss, and he made sure that the merman knew it. “At least now you won’t have to worry. Our little ex-human isn’t made of glass anymore. But forget that for a moment, what did Yixing and Sehun find out?”
“Using magic, they saw that it was Aisir’s soon to be bride,” Junmyeon says, and Minseok could hear how much he loathed them right now. “She was a shapeshifter, turned into Sehun and told Ava I told the fake Sehun to make sure she got home safe.”
He frowns, glaring as he crushes the now empty can of carbonated water in his hand. Minseok growls, “That… that is exactly something you would do.I bet Sehun was angry about her pretending to be him.”
“He’s angrier than I’ve ever seen him before,” The merman says, “He’s livid. You know him, when he gets angry his eyes just start to rapidly flash into different colors and I’m pretty sure that hasn’t stopped since yesterday.”
“Nope,” Minseok could hear a voice say in the room. The shapeshifter was there. Good. Minseok smiled knowing that Sehun took his words about making sure their boss was ok to heart.
“The real concern was the blade,” Junmyeon says, as Minseok could hear the squeak of his office chair as he sat down. “It’s not normal magic. It was made by Lucifer, using the rib bone that was taken from Adam. He found tit and corrupted it, apparently. It belonged to hell knights. Jongin’s had an encounter with it before it gotten into the hands of the Ventures.”
Minseok nods, “The scar on his back. Fuck, things always get more complicated when biblical shit is thrown in.”
“He said that after he was stabbed, it showed him all the people he cared about him, telling him he was worthless and that he was to blame for all their misfortunes,” Junmyeon says, “I… God, I can’t imagine Ava going through that.”
“Was that before or after,” Minseok asks, trying to keep Junmyeon’s mind on the task at hand and not Ava suffering.
“Taemin saved him from it by turning him,” the merman said, as Minseok could hear him place a glass on the wood of his desk. “The stab wound Jongin had wasn’t as bad as Ava’s, apparently. He had the time to get over the shock. This just makes things even worse for us. The only thing that powerful is an archangel blade.”
“Which, should I remind you, The only ones of us who could hold it is… well, you, Yixing and the wolves,” Minseok says, “And even then, it would burn all of you.”
“That’s not exactly true,” He says, “I’ve found one. It’ll take some time to get here, though. Expensive, but worth it.”
“Taemin, Jongin, Sehun, Baekhyun and Jongdae are all forms of demons. I’m a vampire,” Minseok explains, “We’ll get incinerated immediately if we try to use it.”
He could practically hear Junmyeon struggle to hold back what he meant. Minseok understood. There was something he didn’t know, and if he didn’t know it meant that he made a promise not to speak of it.
“You can tell him,” A small voice says from his side, Sehun, now closer to the phone.
“Sehun has archangel blood in him,” Junmyeon says, quietly. “They mixed creatures with him when they had him. It’s how he broke out of the siren’s call.”
Minseok’s eyes widen, this is... a game changer. No wonder why, when they’ve fought together, Ventures seemed scared of him. Down right terrified. It all made sense now. “Holy shit. If he gets that blade-”
“Nothing on earth could stop me,” Sehun says, the fury in his voice makes Minseok terrified for a moment. “And nothing will. I’m sick of these people hurting all the people I care about.”
Minseok looks, seeing Ava and Chanyeol walking out of the forest. Their faces flushed and hair a mess. He smiles, seeing Ava button her pants and Chanyeol was pulling his shirt over his body, “I’ve got to go. Keep me updated.”
“Will do,” Junmyeon says, nodding. “Please, just… make sure they don’t try anything.”
Minseok smirks, “Of course. For my good deeds and loyalty, you and Ava can name your first born after me in honor of my great deed.”
Junmyeon just hung up, making Minseok laugh. He could, in his mind, see Junmyeon’s blushing face and Sehun laughing beside him. Ava walked in, grinning when she saw Minseok as Chanyeol went immediately to get some water and something to eat.
The call with Junmyeon has scared him, but was also reassuring. He glanced at his new fledgling, pride over flowing as he saw how well she was handling this. The woman who had no self control, gave into all of her vices constantly and daily, somehow had a lot of it when it came to, well, stop from violently hurting innocent people. He made a mental note to ask Chanyeol how she acted when he told her to stop. He could smell the sweat and the sex coming from them, watching as they joked around with one another.
Minseok felt a need to protect Ava. She was his family now, after all. His sole duty before was whatever he wanted and to feed. Now, he felt it, deep in his heart that he will do anything he can to protect his friend.
He watched as they’re still smiley, Ava flirting and Chanyeol flirting back. It seems as if Ava is still reeling, probably turned on naturally instead of her from the blood now. Minseok left before anything could get heated up further. He didn’t want to risk biting her mid sex, again. He wanted to so badly before. He was curious about what Luhan meant, and when he kissed her with her cut lip, he felt a tiny sliver of it. It called to him, telling him to experience something new for the first time in decades.
He didn’t want to. Not now, at the very least. He has to make sure she heals properly.
So, instead, he got into his car after telling Chanyeol he was leaving. He knew the wolf would stay there. The man cared for his friends and wanted to make sure Ava didn’t hurt anyone or herself. The promise of perhaps more sex also a factor, but he knew Chanyeol’s heart was there for the right reasons.
Minseok needed a break. For a week straight he’s been anxious, worried and scared about what would happen. He’s been tense and stressed, and needed some relief.
Minseok quickly dialed a number on his phone, the person he goes to a lot to fuck out this thoughts and feelings. After promising to tell the fae that he will, indeed, tell him about all that’s happened, Yixing invites him over for the night. He glanced back at the house, seeing Chanyeol holding Ava, their lips pressed together as he was carrying her into a guest room.
“Bizarre,” He mutters, smiling at them as he, through the still open door facing the wall of glass, could see Ava get to her knees. “Very bizarre.”
Throughout his life, though, Minseok found that the people who are strange and bizarre make for the best of friends and the strongest of bonds.
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can you rec kirubaku fics?? ily btw
of course!! i’ll just make a lil list with my all time favs (•̀ᴗ•́)و
One Step Closer by @tusslee (Rated M)
“Hope flickers pitifully beside the fire of determination inside of him. Whatever it takes, he decides, he’ll prove them all wrong.
Injured in a car accident, Bakugou Katsuki has to learn a new way of life as he slowly, but surely recovers with the (unwanted) help from his physical therapist, Kirishima Eijirou.”
-(i think it’s save to say that this one is definitely in my top 3. i cried so much while reading it so you better buckle up for a wild, emotional ride)
the rest is under the cut (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
2 A.M by cityboys (Rated T)
“Caught between cities, phone calls and shifts he didn’t sign up for, Katsuki finds that he doesn’t travel light as well as he thought.“
heart stains on the carpet by cityboys (Rated T)
“"She’s saying we’re dating,“ Katsuki says, trying to put as much disgust into the word as possible. “Me. Willingly being around your freeloading ass—”“Ah.” Katsuki is definitely developing a special kind of intuition for when Kirishima’s about to dish out bullshit—because he feels it now, watching the guy do that thing where he shrugs and smiles in an attempt to appear innocent. “Katsuki’s a little shy about this sort of thing, you know, and we weren’t going to say anything.“For effect, he ends with an apologetic smile.
Summer that year brings Kirishima Eijirou to Katsuki’s front door.“
-(fake/pretend relationship babyyyyy!)
ghosts beneath ink wash stars by cityboys (Rated T)
“Eijirou’s evolution from Bakugou’s delivery boy to kind of, possibly, someone to come home to.“
-(everything from cityboys is so beautifully written so they all share a spot in my top 3)
the fool’s rush by @chonideno (Rated T)
“Settling down with each other is naturally what comes after being dorm neighbors for years. It’s time to navigate through adulthood together, to live the daily grind of being pro-heroes, to learn more than they thought they’d like to know about each other, about themselves.
Or how Bakugou and Kirishima find a way to call each other “home” and struggle with the realization that once all their bills are on auto-pay, the only thing they still have to deal with is this pit full of feelings they have ignored for too long.”
-(this one hits really close to home and i love it a lot!)
cotton candy hands by @chonideno (Rated T)
“Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it’d be stupid to say no.
A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it’s definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they’re totally best friends bro“
-(after a while you’ll just start yelling at the screen for them to just kiss already lmao)
but i’ve got an angry heart by @newamsterdame (Rated T)
“He’s about to open his door to go to the shared bathroom on this floor when he notices the scrap of paper that’s been pushed under his door. It’s a salmon-colored flashcard, the type that’s sold in 500-packs with multiple colors. Bakugou stoops to retrieve it, frowning at the message he finds written on it.
Hey neighbor, welcome to the house! I heard you knocking things around, yesterday, and I think you maybe punched a wall? Anyway, the landlady gets pissy if you put holes in the wall, but I have a punching bag! You can come over and use it, or I can move it into the hall, if you want!
There’s only one other bedroom on the fourth floor. Now, Bakugou crosses the hall to the bedroom on the right side, slamming the post-it note against the door.
Fuck off and die, it reads.
Bakugou Katsuki is not going to jeopardize his future a second time, and that means staying away from anyone who gets too close. Kirishima Eijirou has never learned how not to be close to someone. Of course, they end up as next-door neighbors.”
-(one of a view fics i re-read a couple times bcuz it’s just that good!)
quote love unquote by @newamsterdame (Rated T)
“Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”
“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.“
Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”
When Kirishima Eijirou’s band hits the big time, he’s not prepared for his newfound fame. He’s even less prepared to meet the actor he’s been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he’s in over his head. But it’s hard to stop, once his heart is in it.“
-(still ongoing but trust me it’s worth it! that fake/pretend celebrity au we all need)
Perihelion by @tauontauoff (Rated T)
“Bakugou was a comet, blazing out of reach. Kirishima knew he was stupidly lucky that his furious trajectory went by close enough that his fingertips got to graze the cowl of fire. It was enough.
During Christmas Class 1A and 1B spend a laid-back week learning about extreme environment hero work in the Alps. Kirishima was used to keeping part of his feelings for Bakugou hidden, and had every intention of keeping it that way, but things don’t always go according to plan.”
Six Page Spread by @indigonow (Rated E - there’s no smut yet though)
“They’re 22 and Bakugou’s finally gotten control over his public image. Think more…"bad boy” and less “explosive asshole”.
Kirishima is weak (though he always has been).
Bakugou is never going to be a “nice guy”, but he’s managed to stop people from thinking he’s a villain. This is my take on the trials and tribulations of (Kirishima) being in love with said not-nice-guy in a world where heroes are always in the public eye and nothing’s ever simple.”
-(also ongoing but oh boy its worth the wait)
Indisputable by @indigonow (Rated M)
“He strains, he yearns for praise, for compliments, for recognition. All he wants is the positive attention, and he blooms under it like a flower turned to face the sun. With encouragement he is the best, and without it he’ll push himself without regard for anything around him until he’s there again at the forefront of people’s minds. He’ll force them to acknowledge him if he has to, because he can’t live without it.
Bakugou has struggled all his life to be number one, and he’s cracking to pieces every moment that he isn’t.“
-(ongoing. also a personal fav bcuz so far it’s the only one where mitsuki isn’t portrayed as a Good Mom™ but rather it addresses her abusive behaviour towards bakugou and i appreciate it a lot)
No Decision by @clairesail (Rated E)
“Kirishima Eijirou’s a newly contracted fighter for Japan’s major Mixed Martial Arts promotion and Bakugou Katsuki’s its volatile middleweight champion. But when the two men meet in a chance encounter and discover Kirishima can’t be knocked out by the champ’s famous elite strikes, it sparks a rivalry and fascination between them that can’t be settled in the cage.“
-(that’s the fic that originally got me into MMA)
The Lost Continent by cattchi and paglykos (Rated E)
“Kirishima Eijirou is from a noble family of pirate exterminators.Bakugou Katsuki is rising as one of the most fearsome pirates on the seas.
When a trade goes awry, Kirishima finds himself cast among Bakugou’s crew, having to learn the ropes and the sea as they chase after All Might’s infamous hidden treasure.”
-(still ongoing pirate au!!! also fair warning: this fic has a lot of smut. it’s all skippable without missing anything of the main plot tho so even if you dont like smut i highly recommend it bcuz the story itself is amazing!!)
like the first day of summer vacation by @hellsuga (Rated T)
“Bakugou prepared for this. He prepared for flipped canoes and snotty children, skinned knees and spiders in cabins. He prepared for a summer of complete and utter bullshit.
Bakugou did not prepare for Kirishima Eijirou.”
-(summer camp au, still ongoing)
#im emotional now i wanna reread all of them (*꒦ິ ꎁ ꒦ີ)#have fun reading dear anon!#anonymous#msg#boku no hero academia#fic rec
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Double Shot Chapter 24
Clay helped me make several rooms in my childhood home look far more cheerful before we left and headed back to the cafe. We were in the kitchen, catching our breath as he braced me against the large island in the middle, when my eyes landed on the cup and saucer sitting just behind the glass cabinet over the sink.
“What do you see, Char?” Clay’s lips were on my bare shoulder, his eyes must have taken note of my focus out of the periphery. His lips left my skin and he turned so he could follow the line of my gaze. “Did they belong to her?”
I felt my lips curl up into a smile despite the sadness I felt. “Yeah, they were her favorites.” We had an entire set of perfect china, but the cup and saucer didn’t match the set, or one another, for that matter. They were a riot of color, mismatched and silly, and entirely perfect. I vaguely remembered asking her, when I was little why they didn’t match anything we owned, but like a lot of my memories of her, the answer was nowhere to be found.
“You want to take them home?” He was looking down at me, his hands on my shoulders. “We can wrap them carefully and you can have them nearby.” I moved my hands so they could pull his face down to mine, and as our lips met I felt his curve into the smile I’d fallen in love with. “Or we could make some more happy memories first.” He muttered against my lips.
When we finally returned to the shop, I found that Keli had taken the deposit to the bank, that our customers were taking the change of management with the grace that I expected, and that my father had visited. Fuck. That last part was exactly what I muttered when Jensen told me after Clay had dropped me off and I met the younger man in my office.
“Did you-” He shook his head. I let out a relieved sigh. “Well at least there’s that.” I sat down behind the desk and he took one of the other chairs. “Do you know what he’s sniffing around for?”
“Us,” he leaned back and gave out his own sigh. “I know that Clay wants to stick around, MAX is near, we all know it, but I got to say-”
“What if-” it hit me, hard and fast. Shit. “I’m bait.” Clay had said it, when they were doing my security system. That MAX could, if they thought it would work, use me as bait. What if that’s what they were doing? Walter coming in, even after I’d put my proverbial foot down. Matthew and Alex in and out, the warnings over and over. “Jensen, can you get a message to Clay, without GOING to Clay?” He barely moved, but I knew he understood. “The party-we’re going to have to make it a little bit bigger.”
Truth time. KNOWING that you’re being used as human bait to reel in your boyfriend and his team and being ALRIGHT with being bait aren’t the same thing. It’s really fucking difficult to act normally while setting your own trap for the first trap setters. I don’t even know how to word that, is their a word for it? Hunter/hunted?
Clay worked overtime. Not on trap setting, oh God no. I had a feeling that Lt. Col. Franklin Clay could set a trap in his sleep after being on a three day drinking spree while heavily concussed. No, Clay worked overtime to keep me from being so stressed out and tense that I gave up the fucking entire plan just from my twitchiness. And thank fucking heaven for that, since I had a cake to create.
Keli becoming my manager gave me ample reason to finally out myself as The Little Drip’s baker. I guess I could out myself as the owner too, but honestly, I was more excited to finally let people know that I created the treats they loved. The cake, a huge layered coffee cup, each layer a different flavor, each layer separated by a paired filling, was a work of edible art.
George helped me. Clay watched and cheered us on as the cake grew from a single layer to five. And when, on the day of the party, the final touches were completed, he whispered to me that EVERYTHING was in place, I knew that after that night, nothing would be the same.
Enzo’s was ready for our group, which included not only my staff and their significant others and families, but Davey and George, and Clay’s team and Carrie joined Jensen. Joey came to see the cake, sniffing at it, but then pulling me aside and forcing a promise from me that cannolis and tiramisu was off my menu out of professional courtesy he grudgingly offered that the cake looked delicious.
“Matthew and Alex Xavier are in the dining room with Walter,” Clay offered as he held my chair, and I knew that my smile grew a tad strained. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, this is our part.” A slight nod from me, and our party began with speeches, food, and cheers.
“Oh, I thought I heard your voice, David.” Walter, my lips pursed. “What’s worth all this celebration? Is my daughter finally going to get married?” I felt his eyes on me, but Clay’s warmth wasn’t by my side, since he’d slipped away a few moments before. “I don’t see her gentleman, guess not.”
“Walter,” it was George’s voice that answered, and I had to bite my lip at the venom dripping from it. “I don’t recall seeing your name on the invite list, perhaps you should scurry along to wherever the exterminator’s table might be, isn’t that what your LOVELY wife’s family does for a living?”
“Always so quick with the quips,” Walter bit out, “Too bad you weren’t faster at-” he never got to finish, since there was something of a very loud commotion in the front of the restaurant, some smoke, a few bangs, and a hell of a lot of screams. “What the-”
“Miss Ramble,” I was holding back the very long suffering sigh that seemed to have grown in the back of my throat over the course of MONTHS. Tweedle Dum was staring at his tiny notebook. “You said that this was a celebratory party for a Ms-”
“Keli Travis,” I offered for the thousandth fucking time it seemed. “Yes, because I promoted her to manager of my coffee shop. As I said.” For the thousandth fucking time.
“Right,” Tweedle Dee offered, his own tiny notebook upright. “And you were seated-” he was glancing around the event room of Enzo’s as though there were thousands of seats to choose from, than the ONE I was still fucking seated in.
“Right here,” I bit out, wanting to smack my fucking head on the fucking table. “Just like I-”
“Said, yes, we understand.” Do you? Do you fucking really?! “And since you were in this room, celebrating Ms. Travis’ promotion, sitting in THIS seat, there’s NO WAY you could SEE anything that happened in the other room, much less the front of the restaurant with Mr. Matthew or Alex Xavier and the gentlemen who claim they attacked them?”
I shook my head, feeling exhausted. “Carrie DiMarco said that there are security cameras outside, don’t they show the attack? I mean, why are you asking ME when there are cameras?” Seriously, leave me the fuck alone, please.
“Miss Ramble, you should know that we have to be thorough, every person must be spoken to. Every statement taken, every fact checked.” I raised an eyebrow and looked around the EMPTY room. Well, empty but for my uncles. “Other officers are taking care of-”
“You’re finished,” George hung up his cell phone and stalked up to us. “That was our lawyer. Unless you are taking our niece IN for further discussion AT THE STATION and READING her her rights, this is over. And if you ARE reading her her rights, then we’re invoking her right to having her counsel present.”
The cops shared a ‘she’s so guilty look’, but let me go. And I FINALLY let the LONG suffering sigh loose. For fuck’s sake, really?! In the car, with the quiet slowly rolling over the three of us, I waited for the first question to hit. Because I knew it would and I was curious. Not of which of my uncles would ask, not of what the question would be, but of how I would answer it.
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