#maybe i’m onto nothing. but this is the piss on the poor site so if so then i do get my wiggle room | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

house-of-slayterr · 1 year

Text

Night of the Living Red: I See Red Pt. 3

CW: Smut like I promised, lol.

I’m too lazy to focus on the magic spell part of the story, so just assume the boys work like vampire diaries vampires now, and they’re free from Max’s site bond.

Your POV:

The rest of the night was fairly uneventful. I snuggled up to Marko on the couch as I barely listened to the stories the other boys were telling. They didn’t really feel like leaving the cave again. I noticed Paul shifting in his seat, looking uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong puppy?” I asked him.

His skin flushed at the pet name.

“It’s nothing.”

I frowned, uncrossing my hands from around Marko’s shoulders, and crawling across the couch over to Paul. He gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly. It was a delicious sight. He tried to look away, but I held my fingers under his chin and turned him to face me. He licked his lips, his breathing getting heavier.

“It’s clearly not nothing, I can smell it on you. What is it?”

“Really, it’s no big deal.”

“Paul-“ I warned.

“Ok ok, I tell you.”

“Good boy.”

“I’m the only one who didn’t get to feed before you changed our plans for the night. I’m hungry.” He whined.

I chuckled lowly, the sound purring in the back of my throat.

“We’ll why didn’t you just say so baby? I think a little demon blood is just what the doctor ordered.”

“We- we can drink from you?” He blinked.

“Our blood is highly sought over by many groups.” I explained, “hear we taste better after we’ve fed ourselves though.”

He locked his lips once again. Poor boy must have been starving.

“How do we know this isn’t a trick?” David finally spoke up.

“Do I have any reason to lie?”

“You lied to get up here and hold us hostage.” Dwayne said flatly.

It was clear he was still upset about my little display of dominance earlier.

“No, I said I wanted you go with you. Not my fault you assumed my intentions.”

He rolled his eyes.

“And why would you do that for him?”

Gosh, still so paranoid these too.

“I told you I liked you. Trust me you’d all be dead right now if I didn’t. I could have had my fun and left you here to rot. But I didn’t. Why? Because you guys seem fun, and anything I can do to piss off my ancestors is a plus in my book.”

“Your family seems complicated.” Marko chimed in.

“You don’t know the half of it lover boy. Diplomatic families are seriously energy vampires. That’s why most of us don’t live past our 20s. When you have everything, nothing really feels like it’s worth anything. Sounds privileged, I know, but I’d rather live on the streets then ever go back there.”

“You could stay here.”

All heads in the room snapped to him in an instant.

“Now don’t go making promises you can’t keep.”

“I’m serious, I don’t see why she couldn’t.”

“Maybe the fact that she’s a vampire hunter.” David pointed out.

“Yeah, one that’s going to give us the ability to walk in the sun again. She could probably even free us from Max if we ask nicely.”

“And who is this Max?” I asked intrigued.

“The bastard that turned us. Fucker said we’d be a family, but all he does is boss us around. And leave us to fend for ourselves. You know I had to teach them all how to vampires?” David ranted.

I frowned. What kind of Maker doesn’t stick with their fledgling.

“And he’s not very nice.” Paul pipped it.

“Is that so?”

“He’s always yelling at us for something.”

I ran a hand through Paul’s hair, swiping it out of his face. A small smile crept onto my own.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, just thinking about how nice his head would look as a foot stool.” I said.

He laughed, it was a sweet and additive noise. I desperately wanted to hear it again. God, these vampires were doing something to me. I could barely even hear the voice in the back of my head telling me to kill them. Normally humans had to try to get me in the mood. Half of the people here didn’t even like me, yet their annoyance with me was making me wet. What were they doing to me?

“You’d really do that?” David asked.

“You kill my priest, I’ll kill your daddy. You won’t even be confined to this shit brick little town anymore. We could go anywhere you want!” I offered.

Some travel companions would be nice. Vampire souls were much more filling than human souls. Just the energy radiating off of Paul right now was enough to keep me full for the night. But I wanted more, so much more. I looked back down at him, shifting a little so we were sat at the same height. I just starred at him for a bit, and he started laughing again.

“What?” He asked once more.

I placed a hand on his cheek.

“Can I-“ he didn’t even let me finish my sentence before his lips smashed into mine.

The kiss was hungry and desperate. Any other person would be able to ignore the other boys, but I could smell their arousal from here. They were turned on by me kissing Paul, so why not give them a show. I deepened the kiss, biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood. But he didn’t even flinch, not stopping the flow for a second. When I finally pulled away for air, I licked the small dribble of blood off his chin.

“You’re sweet.” I smiled at him.

I could tell I was torturing the poor boy. He was hungry and I’d just selfishly taken from him. But the blush on his cheeks was so damn cute. I gave him one more peck on the lips before crawling onto his lap. I leaned in so my back was against his chest, and moved my hair to one side of my neck.

“We’ll go on, it’s only fair.” I said.

He didn’t bother hesitating, I could already see his face shifting. Damn he was hot. I drew in a small breath as his fangs pierced the skin of my clavicle. God did it feel good, I leaned my head back, giving him more space to play around with. I couldn’t even keep my eyes open. I heard David chuckling from a crossed the cave. My spinning head probably making him sound further away than he actually was.

“Is this turning you on little succubus?” I could hear the smug tone in his voice, and it was not helping.

I pried my eyes open and looked at him the best I could.

“I’ve only heard stories of vampire souls, never been this close to one before.” I said.

A guttural growl sounded from Paul’s throat and I nearly lost it at that.

I snapped my legs shut and threw my head back again.

“Christ, baby you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” I purred out.

“He’s hardly even touching you” Marko laughed.

“I don’t see your hands doing anything-“ I snapped.

In less than a second Marko was in front of me kneeling on the floor. He ran his hands up my leg and his skin was so cold it sent goosebumps through my skin. I could feel David’s eyes trained on me from across the room. But he made no attempt to move, just watching with intent while sipping his beer. Dwayne was trying desperately to hide his arousal but he couldn’t hide from me. I chuckled to myself as he turned the other way in his chair, his back toward us.

Marko’s hands stopped when they reached the hem of my dress. I grit my teeth, frustrated that he wasn’t moving fast enough.

“Marko, I swear to Lucifer if you don’t rip this dress off me right now I’m going to stake you in your sleep.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, the sound of tearing fabric echoed off the cave walls. Oops, sorry mom. I was glad I wore my good lingerie set today, the red lace moulded to my every curve. I heard David clear his throat as he clearly choked on his beer. A shit eating grin crept onto my face. This was probably the closet to heaven a demon like me could ever get.

Marko’s hands tightest on my thighs as he pushed my legs apart. I was helpless to even try to tease him right now. This all felt so backwards, me submitting to someone. Normally my prey loved to beg before me, letting me do anything I wanted to get them off. But right now, these two vampires had me putty in their hands. And I wasn’t going to complain. It felt nice to not have to work for it. I felt his teeth nip at the inside of my thigh, and I let out a shocked gasp. My hands instinctively went to Paul’s hair, trying to gain some stability. He growled into my neck. He likes having his hair pulled, good to know.

I felt the slight sting as Marko bit down into the flesh of my plush thighs. His right hand stayed dug into the flesh of my hip, as his left hand reached up to rub circles on my clit. His hands felt amazing and I could hardly get out a sentence right now even if I tried. And somehow knowing David was watching shamelessly, and Dwayne cowering was just making everything so much better.

Normally I had to do a lot to get even a fraction of this wet. I hardly even orgasmed anymore when I fed from my clients. No matter how hard they tried, or how desperate they were to please me, I always had to take it. But as long as they orgasmed, I could get my fill. Sex had never really been about my pleasure before. I almost wined when Marko’s teeth left my skin.

“God Kitten you’re so wet.” He slurred out.

I couldn’t help the blush that spread through my checks.

“A succubus only needs the other person to orgasm to feed. And god those humans are boring.” I whined.

“You’re telling me nobodies ever made you cum?” David chimed in.

Now Paul’s teeth were out of my neck as well. He brushed some hair behind my ear as he readjusted his grip on me, keeping me steady.

“Not even in the room long enough to get wet usully. Human men are feeble creatures, all you have to do is touch them a little and then they’re done. They don’t know the difference between real or fake moans. One time this college boy had summoned me, and it was his first time. Barely had him in my mouth for a minuets before he was screaming. Poor boy was so embarrassed, I didn’t even want to try more, afraid I might break him.” I confessed.

David let out a light laugh.

“God, you’re more of a saint than me. I’d be pissed with the amount of pent up frustration you must have.”

“What do you think the killings for?” I quipped.

Marko’s hand was still on me, and don’t get me wrong it felt amazing. But I could at least think right now, long enough to have a congestion. But if I’m honest, I just wanted David to shut up and kiss me. And it seems my intentions were heard loud and clear. David set down his beer and moved over to the couch. Paul scooched us over so he could sit.

“Nice bra.” He complimented.

“What can I say, reds my favourite colour.”

“You’d look pretty bathing in it” he said.

He moved my hair out of the way and began leaving hot kisses on my neck. I could feel his little smirk after each one.

“Paul, baby, you full already?” I asked.

God I sounded like a concerned mother right now. Not the vibe I was going for.

“I’d much rather be eating something else.” He purred.

I shifted my weight so I was leaning most of it on David. Marko simple followed along, and Paul’s lips were back on me. He pulled away much to quick for my liking. But between Marko licking the wound on my thigh, and David trailing his hands down my spine, did I really have room to complain? I could taste a bit of blood in my mouth.

“You see, that’s what you taste like baby.” Paul complimented. “Most delicious thing I’ve ever sank my fangs in”

Why was I blushing so damn hard? I never blushed. I’d heard almost every line in the book from all the people I fed on. But something about the way Paul spoke just made my stomach Erupt in butterflies. I felt David’s hands reach the edge of bra, and a soft click was heard as he undid it. I let him take it off and throw it somewhere in the cave. Paul’s eyes had gone wide and he was practically drooling.

“Wanna know what I think?” I asked.

Paul nodded, his yes never leaving my chest.

“Your head would look much prettier between my tits.” I smirked.

The way his eyes lit up was practically adorable. I head David chuckle from behind me, the sound breathy in my ear. Paul latched his mouth onto my right breast and swirled his tongue skilfully around my nipple. I leaned my head back into David, you played with my left nipple with his hand. My body felt like it was on fire.

“Keep your eyes trained on me sweetheart, we’re going to make you feel so good.”

I heard Dwayne get up and footsteps disappear. I tried to move, thinking maybe we should stop. I felt bad. But David just pushed me back down.

“Don’t worry about him, just focus on us kitten.” He said.

And I could I say no to that? I pushed Dwayne from my mind for now, sad that the forth wouldn’t be joining us. They were cruel with it, bringing me to the edge several times and pulling away just to hear my winds. Every time I would squeeze my eyes shut, David would make me open them again, calling me a bad girl for not following the rules. Right, keep my eyes on him, I could do that. It shouldn’t be that hard.

Was this was all my clients felt like? No wonder I had regulars who kept coming back for more. I wished I could feel this blissed out all the time. It’s as almost painful. But the good kind of pain, the pain that reminded you you were alive. Despite my fathers best efforts, I was still here. And right now I’d say I was winning at life. Two have three hot vampires with their attention solely on me. It was like a dream.

“You haven’t had a taste yet” I pointed out.

I knew my blood would work as an aphrodisiac to them, I just casually left that part put. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, besides they wanted to jump my bones the second they laid eyes on me.

“You want me to bite you, don’t you you little slut?” David asked.

I wanted to be cheeky and snap back, but instead a small “please” passed my lips.

What in the name of Lucifer was going on right now? I never beg for anything, let alone sex! What kind of succubus would I be if the others found out I was out here being a little bitch? But then again, none of them ever even dared to try a vampire.

“Ooo, I like it when you beg kitten. Say that again.”

“Please David! Please bite me!”

“How could I say no when you beg like that?”

Paul had taken over David’s work on my nipples so the boy could readjust. He licked a stripe up my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. I could feel his fangs gently scraping my skin and it was driving me crazy. No, I wouldn’t allow him to tease me. I grabbed his head and pushed it down, causing him to bite me. I could feel him chuckle into the bite.

“Somebodies desperate.” Marko teased.

I didn’t even noticed he had slipped two fingers into me, too distracted by David. The way he looked under me, smiling at me lazily as he played with my pussy, it was indescribable.

“Hell you’re pretty” I breathed out.

He stopped his movements for a second thrown off by my comment. But he quickly regained focus.

“You think I’m pretty huh?” He teased.

“Since the second I laid eyes on you. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I’m so glad I entered that alley.” I said.

My words seemed to get him to pick up the pace. Praise kink, noted. Now I just had to figure out what David’s tik was.

“I wanted to fuck you so bad baby you don’t even know the things I was going to do to you.” I kept going.

My sentences came out shaky and breathless.

“You looked so pretty covered in that man’s blood. It’s the only thing I could think about all day.” I confessed.

Paul’s hands began roaming my body feverishly. It seemed he wasn’t happy all my attraction was on Marko. Neither was David, who bit harder into my shoulder, making me let you a gasp, as my back arched slightly.

“Oh fuck!” I called out.

Paul chuckled, pulling away to switch to my other breast. He bit down on the skin around my nipple, and I should have been angry but he looked so beautiful doing it. He couldn’t even keep his eyes open, he moved to straddle my thigh and was grinding down against it, desperate for any type of friction.

“Yeah, that’s it baby, just like that, you’re making mommy feel so good.” I praised.

David completely drew back at that, and my eyes moved to meet his. His eyes met mine in a glare. I smirked.

“Awww, is daddy mad I’m not giving him any attention?” I cooed.

I could feel his erection pressing up against my ass. Bingo, I’d hit the Jack pot.

“Im sorry Daddy, I promise I’ll be good. You can use me however you want. Show them how it’s done.”

The growl that came from his throat was mouthwatering. I felt high out of my mind. It was like they were made for me, and I for them. Marko seemed to take that as a challenged as he changed the angle of his fingers and I swore I was seeing stars.

“Oh shit! Fuck!” I cried out.

“You can’t even think right now can you baby?” David said.

And he was right, I could barely comprehend anything that was happening right now. I watched as he reached into his pocket and lit a cigarette, and brought to his lips. He took a long drag of it, and with cigarette still in hand, he wrapped his finger around my neck and craned my head backwards. He pulled me in fro a hungry kiss, blowing the smoke into my mouth. The slight tingle of the nicotine making my mouth feel hot. I strangled out a moan, and David squeezed his hand tightly around my throat.

I knew I would last long now, so I stopped trying to fight the orgasm they’d been building for almost an hour now. My breathing was shallow and rugged.

“It’s ok, cum for us baby” David gave me permission.

There was no time to think about it. Almost as if his words commanded it. I could feel the hot coil burning in my stomach was about to snap.

“Come on baby, I know you got it in you. Can you cum for daddy and his brothers. Show us how pretty you sound.” He encouraged.

Half his words didn’t even reach my ear drums a is threw my head back, arching my back, grinding my hips down on Marko’s fingers. I couldn’t even decide who’s name to moan, so I threw it to the wind and just let out a guttural cry. Every once of my body was on fire and my heart was pounding. Holy shit, if that’s what a real orgasm felt like, I never wanted to feel anything else again. I’d let them fuck me for hours just to get a taste of it. I couldn’t even tell who’s hands were hear as I tried to come down from my high.

“That’s it baby, you did so good for us. Such an obedient little girl.” David cooed.

I could still smell his cigarette.

“Can you look at me?” He asked.

His voice was more gentle then I expected.

“There you are.” He smiled at me.

I still couldn’t bring myself to speak.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked.

I simply nodded my head.

“Aww, I think we broke her David. She can’t even speak.” Paul said.

Normally I’d smack him for that comment, but right now I was thanking Lucifer for this boy. There was still blood on his lips. I pulled him in for a kiss, and heard David chuckle. I laid back against David’s chest, still trying to speak. Paul lifted my legs to lay against his lap, and Marko adjusted himself to lean his back against the couch. I watched as he brought his soaked finger up to his mouth and kicked them clean. I swore the sight alone was already making me wet again. Damn it!

David’s eyes followed my line of sight and he smirked.

“It’s a shame only he got to taste you.” He said.

“You can taste me anytime you want” I said dreamily.

As a succubus, orgasm were so much different than they were as a human. Everything was 100 times more intense. For all intensive purposes, I felt like I could kill god right now, ironic, right.

“Your legs are still shaking.” He pointed out.

And that they were. Every part of my body felt tingly.

“Need more, want more.” I cried.

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you? And to think you wanted to kill us earlier.” He teased.

“Still might if you don’t kiss me right now.” I said.

I leaned up to bring him in for a kiss. My stomach muscles were sore from how hard I’d tensed. Suddenly I heard foot steps approaching. We all brought our focus to the sound.

“Omg, sorry!” A girl called.

She turned around and covered her eyes. I chuckled slightly. Next to her was Dwayne, and on the other side was a brunette boy. Dwayne made eye contact with me, pointedly avoiding my naked body. Such a gentlemen.

“I was wondering where you went dude.” Paul said.

“We never told Star or Micheal we came back to the cave.” He shrugged lazily.

Really? That’s all he had to say right now? So Star, that was her name.

“You don’t need to apologise Star, a succubus is never ashamed of her body. It’s not a sin too look you know, Lucifer himself told me.” I said.

I crossed my legs, and brought them to my chest, at least attempting to cover myself for her sake. My goal was never to make anyone uncomfortable, that was gross. Paul whined at my sudden lack of touch. Such a sinful noise that I wanted to hear again and again.

“You can turn around now.”

I told her after Marko had removed his jacket and draped it over my back. I’d notice Micheal never once tried to overt his yes. Maybe he thought I couldn’t see them through his sun glasses. Star moved over to the other couch to sit by Dwayne, but Micheal stayed put. And I knew why, he was miserably failing at trying to his his sudden erection. I chuckled darkly.

“Come on Micheal, I don’t bite, not unless you want me to.” I winked.

The poor boy was practically trembling as he walked over to his seat. He quickly pulled a pillow down on his lap.

“Dwayne didn’t think you guys would still be at it.” Star explained, still bashful as ever.

She was positively adorable, and god did I want her. Women were very different than men, much more complicated.

“No worries doll, you have nothing to be sorry for” I cooed.

“God, you’ll flirt with anything that walks won’t you?” Dwayne snapped.

The fuck was his problem?

“If said think had the cutest face I’ve ever seen, then yes.”

She covered her cheeks with her hands, only serving to make her more cute. Maybe it was because I was still high on vampire soul right now, but I couldn’t stop my heart from swelling anytime she moved. Everything about her was adorable, her style, her long curly hair, the way she figured with the ends of it when she was nervous. It made my heart flutter. A completely different experience to the one I had just moment ago. Something most Succubi never get to feel. We were creatures of sex, not love.

“You’re the one who brought her here,” I pointed out, “how could I not, pretty girls like her deserve the world.” I said matter of factly.

Dwayne rolled his eyes. That was it.

“You do know I can smell you right? You can keep denying it all you want Dwayne, if you don’t want to have any fun tonight, then be my guest. But let the lady and her friend speak for themselves.”

“Y-you can smell him?” Micheal asked.

I knew what he was really asking.

“You too. It’s almost like you’ve never seen tits before” I giggled.

He groaned clearly embarrassed.

“It’s ok baby, everyone has their own pace. No need to get so blushy on me.” I cooed.

Paul cackled beside me.

“Aww little Mikey want to play.” He said.

I couldn’t hold back my laugh. Paul almost seemed more proud of that then helping me reach my orgasm. I reached up and stole the cigarette from David’s fingers. Smirking as he glared at me. I let out a long puff of smoke before speaking.

“It’s ok, I have more than enough juice for tonight. We can just chill and enjoy ourselves.” I said, “but I’m not completely opposed to round two.” I finished.

David angrily swiped the cig back from me. I watched as Star squirmed in her seat. Interesting, her eyes were trained on Micheal. She had a crush, how cute.

“Unless of course, you want to help the poor boy out Star. Wouldn’t want to step on any toes here.”

She couldn’t even stutter out any actual words. Poor girls brain much be running a hundred miles an hour.

“I wouldn’t even know how.” She finally muttered.

“That’s ok sweetness, I could show you. Nobody better to learn from really.”

She blushed even harder if that was possible. I wrapped Marko’s jacket around my shoulders and stepped over him on the floor, crossing the room to her. I bent down beside the couch like Marko had earlier. I gently took her hand in mine when she showed no apprehension.

“Do you want to?” I asked.

Her eyes met mine, and I understood why her name was star now. It was like she held the whole galaxy in her eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to Love, I’d be more than content to just sit by you.” I said truthfully.

The boys were clearly alarmed by how different I was with her Vs them. So sweet and gentle. Even I was a bit taken aback, never really feeling this way before.

“You intrigue me, Mon coeur, I would be honoured to show you.”

Dwayne’s eyes were on me. The jacket barely did anything to cover my exposed skin. My lace panties now soaked and barely leaving anything to the imagination.

“I could show Micheal how to please you too, wouldn’t you like that?”

I rubbed my thumb against her knuckles. Her skin was so soft, unlike the boys. Her hands felt nice in mine and I couldn’t fight the smile that broke on my lips. She was making my heart do summer salute just by looking at me. I saw her eyes scan the room. She was uncomfortable by the audience.

“Marko?” I asked, drawing his attention to me.

I didn’t even have to ask, he already knew where I was heading.

“There’s a nest in the back of the cave, we wouldn’t even here a thing.” He offered.

“Do you want me to make you feel good baby?” I asked her.

She gave a shy nod. I was quick to pick her up from the couch, my demon strength making her feel like a teddy bear in my arms. She let out a squeal, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and burying her face into my neck. I could have sworn my heart stopped. I’d never heard a cuter sound. I used one arm to hold tightly onto her legs so she felt secure. I held my other hand out behind me for Micheal to grab.

I lead them both away to the back of the cave. Micheal seemed tense and I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. I already had more than enough fun for tonight. I was more than content to just focus on their pleasure. I had to admit, they’d make quite the couple.

“Dwayne was telling us about you” Micheal spoke.

His voice came out horse and strained.

“Oh?”

“He said you’re going to help them.”

“What can I say, I’m a charitable demon.” I laughed.

“Are you really a demon?” Star asked, sounding a bit scared.

I shushed her. “You have nothing to be afraid my mi amour, you’re in good hands tonight.”

This was going to be a long night, but I didn’t mind one bit. I’d finally found people that made me feel alive, made me feel almost human again. And once I got a taste, I was addicted. But there was still Dwayne. The only man alive to ever resist my charms. He was like a forbidden fruit, dangling right in front of me. And by Lucifer did I want to take a bite!

Tag: @vechkinfan @henhouse-horrors @iloveslasher @oceansrose2002 @tohuntafreak @queer-and-utter-chaos @judeknight @phantomenby @patient1666074 @auntvamp @lazuli-leenabride @2525sc

An: Sorry it took so long lol, I forgot I said I was going to make this a trilogy. You guys can decided what happens from here 😏 as an asexual I’m still really bad at writing smut lol. I have no idea what I’m doing. Why do y’all keep asking (not saying you should stop, this was fun) but I hope you enjoyed none the less. Everyone got a happy ending this time, unless you count Max and the priest who would surly die the next sundown. 😂

I totally wasn’t listening to this song while writing or anything… 👀

#the lost boys #paul tlb #David tlb #Dwayne tlb #marko tlb #max tlb #micheal emerson #star tlb #Spotify

25 notes · View notes

self-shipyard · 3 years

Text

"Blackbird (Pt. 1)" - A Self-Ship Fic

SYNOPSIS: The first part of a special, two-part fic in which Gh.iaccio convinces Sor.bet and Gel.ato to help him act on something that's been on his mind. Then a little later, Lumaca receives a call from him to talk about plans for that night. (Part 2)

Word Count: 1276

CW: In-Character Swearing

“So that’s what this is about?” Sorbet grunted.

Sorbet, Gelato, and Ghiaccio were huddled up in the safe house, with the first two lounging against each other in the armchair and Ghiaccio sitting on the couch close to them.

He had called them over to discuss something that had been on his mind for a while and to say that the revelation of that something surprised Sorbet and Gelato was an understatement.

“If you don’t want to help, just say it,” Ghiaccio huffed back in frustration, making Sorbet squint at him.

“I’m only being cautious,” he responded. “That’s all.”

“Sorbet my love,” Gelato purred as his hand slid against Sorbet’s cheek, making Sorbet look into the eyes of his partner. “He came to us to help him, not to chastise him. And besides, it’s about our beloved friend Lumaca, so maybe we should help him.”

“Look,” Ghiaccio sighed while the other two focused their attention back onto him. “You two don’t even have to do that much. All I’m asking for is some ideas because I have no fucking clue how to do this and I want to do it right. I didn’t care about this kind of thing before we got together, but now… Every time I look at her, I can't stop thinking about it.”

“Oh, believe me,” Gelato responded. “We know what that's like. I bet she feels the same way when she looks at you. Poor thing has always been so reserved.”

“True,” Sorbet added on. “Although, she has gotten better since she got with you. She’s blossomed pretty nicely. On top of that, I say she’s really grown on us.”

Ghiaccio hung on to Sorbet’s words, but only on to the metaphors he was using to describe Lumaca.

It pissed him off a little.

“What the hell do you think she is, a plant?” he snarled and leaned in closer to Sorbet. “She’s a human being, goddamn it; have some respect!”

Sorbet pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Look, Ghiaccio,” Gelato cut in before Sorbet lost his patience. “He’s trying to say that we’d be happy to help, for her sake. We can brainstorm some ideas and, if you really need it, we can help you do it.”

Ghiaccio’s eyes got a little wider as he contained his joy.

“You mean that?” He bent his head down and swallowed. “Well, uh… Thanks.”

“Did you just say ‘thanks’?” Gelato asked, a smirk surfacing on his lips. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say that word. This must really mean a lot to you.”

“Of course, it does!” he whipped his head back up to look at them. “This is about Lumaca.”

“Aww that's cute,” Sorbet smirked, prompted by Gelato's smugness. “I never thought I'd see you love anyone so much.”

“Sh-Shut up,” Ghiaccio mumbled, his words losing their edge as he felt a blush rushing to his cheeks.

The sight of that made the both of them chuckle.

“Anyways,” Gelato chirped while Sorbet began to absently trace patterns into his partner’s leg. “Let’s talk ideas here. I was just thinking about those words Sorbet was using; ‘blooming’ and ‘growing’. Makes me think about flowers.”

“Yeah, and?” Ghiaccio urged him on, his eyes squinting a little out of curiosity.

“Now that you mention it, Gelato" Sorbet added on. “Lumaca’s always been keen with meanings, right? Surely, she also knows the meaning of some flowers.”

“You would be right.” Ghiaccio’s gaze shifted up in thought. “She’s always been really good with those things.”

“Perfect!” Gelato leaned in closer to Ghiaccio. “Now, here’s what I was thinking…”

…

Lumaca set the last file down on Risotto’s desk. His eyes flickered up from his computer to acknowledge her with a quick nod, a gesture she returned.

“That should be the last of it, capo,” she said.

“Good,” he responded. “But I’m still going to need you around. I hear tell we might be getting a new assignment soon... So I hope you don’t mind staying a little longer in case it comes early.”

“Of course!” she smiled.

Just then, the sound of her cellphone ringing made her jump slightly. She looked from the place where her cellphone was to the capo and, after receiving the ‘okay’ from him, went to go answer it.

“Pronto?” she said into the receiver.

“Hello, Lumaca,” a familiarly hoarse voice called through the speaker.

“Oh, hey Ghiaccio!” She was sure he could hear her lovesick smile through the phone. “Great timing; I just got finished with some paperwork.”

“Good, because I really need to talk to you right now.”

Lumaca blinked a little at the sound of his urgency, though she was sure not to let her surprise show in her voice.

“Oh, over what?” she asked.

She heard him take in a deep breath before he continued.

“We should go out for dinner tonight or something. We haven’t done that in a while and I’ve been thinking about you a lot today.”

If only he could hear how fast her heart was beating.

“You’ve been on my mind too,” she cooed, clearly forgetting that Risotto Nero was in the same room as her. “And that’d be lovely!”

“Is there any place you’d like to go? This is just a suggestion, but I know there’s that one focacceria that you love so much. The one by the seaside?”

She knew exactly which place he was referring to; it was a quaint little place that overlooked the ocean as well as a little walkway where one could see the most gorgeous sunset.

This was also the site of their first date, oddly enough.

“Oh, that sounds perfect! We haven’t been there in a while.”

“Great. Then once we meet up at home, we’ll go out there. Maybe we can even dress up a little bit if you want to. Well talk about it when we see each other, but I’ll see you then, okay love?”

“Okay!” She lowered her voice so as to not completely embarrass herself in front of her employer again. “I love you, Ghiaccio.”

“I love you too, Lumaca. So much… Bye.”

After hearing the tone signifying that he had hung up, Lumaca leaned back in her chair and let a sigh escape her lips.

Naturally, Risotto was quick to notice.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

She perked up some in her chair, doing her best to mask her steadily-growing curiosity.

“Nothing’s wrong, capo,” she responded with a smile that he wasn’t buying.

“Then why do you look so lost in thought?” he continued. “I’m going to assume Ghiaccio said something that felt off to you.”

She swallowed a little.

“Well, now that you mention it, he… he did sound a little frantic.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, and he was saying that we should go out for dinner tonight. I mean, I don’t mind it at all, but we don’t really go out unless it’s for some special occasion. I wonder what it could be...”

Risotto's gaze shifted down in thought. He thought about how tense Ghiaccio had been over the past month. Well, he knew that he had always been on edge but there was clearly something else going on under the surface… But what was it?

Then he suddenly remembered the O-shaped sensation Metallica picked up in Ghiaccio’s pocket in recent times.

It made it all clicked in his head.

“Hm,” he shrugged. “I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

She hummed aloud.

“Yeah, you’re probably right."

He could faintly tell by the look in her eyes that she knew he was covering something up, but who was he to say anything about it?

#self ship #self shipping #self shipping community #self shipping content #❄soft snow (lumaghia)❄#sorlaca (friend tag)#⛵sal's writing #i'm trying to write part two of this but my heart keeps racing when i open the doc #can you tell what's happening?

3 notes · View notes

pettyprocrastination · 4 years

Text

Hell is a Nine to Five Max Philips x Reader

Summary: Max Philips is your new boss at your hellscape of a job. He can’t help but be drawn to you and when he learns your lineage and last name (Harker) he fears this may put a dwindle on his plans. But it wouldn’t be a bad idea to ask you out though,,,right?

Chapter summary: Max doesn’t show up until next chapter this one is just set up about your place in the office environment. And for those who don’t know her last name is Harker as in Jonathan Harker from dracula. Don’t worry future chapters will be full of that sweet sweet tension and yearning.

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa this legend has fucking iconic writing and got me to watch bloodsucking bastards and HERE I AM. Please check out their stuff yall holy shit.

“Yo Harker!”

Your eyes flicked away from your computer screen just in time to see your grinning blonde coworker push himself over to you in his cubicle chair with a flourish. “Mike is kicking my ass this round and I know somewhere under all that nerd there is a girl who loves video games, tap in?” He pointed to his own cubicle, his computer screen flashing with some video game that he and 90% other men on the floor were constantly playing. You knew this because no matter how loud your sales call was, you can always hear him scream profanities in agony when he inevitably gets killed by some other dumbass who should also be doing his job instead of playing video games like a fifteen year old with a rattail.

You feigned interest for a moment, before your focus went back to your screen, fingers tapping away on the too-damn-old-and-fucking-sticky-to-properly-work keyboard so you can finish this report that Mike was suppose to have done...Yesterday.

“Hard pass.”

“Oh come on!” Tim pushed his chair closer to you so he could slump his head on your shoulder, but you remained focused on the task at hand. The task being doing your goddamn job which nobody on that floor seemed to do. “I've got to piss like a racehorse but if I drop this round I owe him fifty bucks!”

Okay. That got your attention.

“Where the hell did you get fifty bucks?” You pushed yourself away from your tiny desk for a moment, wheely chair spinning to face him. “I know for a fact that not even ten fucking minutes ago you asked Evan if he could spot you a twenty so you could pay Dave for the NBA pool that you always lose.”

Tim opened his mouth for a moment before closing it with a huff. “You fucking suck, you know that Harker?”

“Love you too Tim.”

That’s how your work days went.

Spend hours on end stuck in a windowless room, hunched over a computer from the fucking 90’s, doing not only your work, but the work of 70% of your coworkers who are too busy playing video games, gossiping, or watching porn to even pretend like they're doing their job. Occasionally Tim would try to pull you away to tag in for him on his video games, rate the new interns, or make fun of Evan during your lunch break.

Speaking of which.

The fluorescent lighting wasn’t any less nauseating in the breakroom, but it offered you a slightly lower volume of the endless ringing of phones, piss poor marketing tactics used by your coworkers to convince people to buy whatever dogshit product you had to push for the week, and the oh-so-obnoxious shouts of Mike, who’s main purpose in life was to bully nine-year-olds who he played video games with.

“That’s right you fucking pussy! I’m the king!”

Keyword: slightly lower volume.

“All I’m saying is that you're one of the smartest people here.” Tim plunked himself down in the plastic chair to your right, while Andrew sat on your left. “You’re always doing work-”

“Because I’m at work.”

“-you can type without looking at your hands-”

“Really not that complicated of a skill but okay.”

“-And you're not easily distracted!”

“Because nothing in this hellhole is worth my attention.” You mumbled into your sandwich, which was then flung out of your grasp and onto the floor as Tim slapped you on the back with what you assumed was supposed to be gusto.

Five second rule maybe?

“Which is exactly why you-oh my bad sorry- but that is why you should team up with me and Andrew to kick Mike’s pimply ass!”

Andrew’s face scrunched up in disgust. “Dude. I agree with you but I could do without the description.”

You stood up to retrieve your fallen turkey on rye. Looks like you're going without lunch today “Yeah, I second that notion.”

“Listen I just think-”

Evan, your lanky acting sales manager walked into the breakroom with purpose, and coincidentally, right onto your lunch.

Yup. Definitely no saving that.

“Hey Tim, have you started on the Phallicite presentation yet?”

Tim froze, stroking his chin in fake thought before letting out a sharp laugh “Yeah no.” Evan threw his head back and groaned. “Sorry buddy.”

“Come on man! Could you please, just this once-”

“I already did it.” You cut in, Evan turning to you, bagged eyes wide.

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah.”

He blinked twice, then again before his mouth hung open.“Like..like the WHOLE presentation? All on your own?”

You shrugged, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot in front of him as you waited for him to take his foot off your fucking sandwich. “Yeah. stayed overnight yesterday because I knew damn well Tim wasn’t gonna do it-”

“Rude but fair deduction Hark.”

“-so I pieced something together. I emailed it to you ten minutes ago. Now all you have to do is nail the actual presenting part.”

Relief washed over your not-acting-sales-manager-but-still-kind-of-sales-manager’s face. “Oh thank you so much Harker, really. That means a lot. If we land this then-”

Enough was enough.

“You're standing on my sandwich.”

“What?” Evan looked down at his feet and winced at the site of your squashed lunch under his shoe. “Shit. Sorry Harker.”

You gave your food one last wistful glance before shrugging. “It’s fine. My break is almost over anyway.”

“Harker.” Mike snorted. “I’m pretty sure you’re the only goddamn person who adheres to a timed lunch schedule. Just stay over! Who the fuck cares?”

You stuffed your water bottle back into the fridge before standing up straight. “This job may suck ass, but it’s the only one I have and I don’t feel like losing it. So I do what I can to keep it.”

You turned on your heel, their voices dying as you walked back to your desk. As you sat down, the hairs on your neck seemed to stand and a prickle went down your spine, you turned around to see if anything was out of the ordinary.

Coworkers not doing their job? Check.

Interns being taken advantage of? Check.

Broken clocks still broken because it keeps employees from constantly seeing if it’s time to leave? Double check.

You pushed your paranoia away and answered a sales call, though the feeling never truly left you until the work day was over and you were driving out of the parking lot.

Notes: Anywhomst chapter one is just set up of your place in the work place, as well as relationship to the other characters. In future chapters their will be plenty of interaction between you and max, as well as a deeper look into your family line! Please don’t hesitate to send me reuquests and headcanons i need some fuckin interaction lmao

#max philips #max phillips x reader #pedro pascal #x reader #bloodsucking bastards #imagine

89 notes · View notes

supertweetycherry · 4 years

Text

THE DECK PRINCESS - [i. The Card]

🔹Pairings: EXO x BTS X OC

🔹Genre: Fluff, Cardau, Adventure, Powers, Reverseharem, Love, Mates

🔹Ratings: General

🔹Warnings: Very Light swearing

🔹Word Count: 2.7k

Navigation-->| Masterlist --<<FOREWORD | NEXT>>

—————————————————————————-

Sneaking out was one of the best thing that a person could ever do in their life. The fun in lying to your parents and then the thrill of jumping out of your bedroom window only to be chased out by your own dog because he couldn’t recognise your scent and then nearly getting lost in the dark streets of the city was really a fun experience. Everyone should try it.

No, I’m kidding! Never ever try to sneak out unless you have a very good reason too. Why? The answer is simple.

Karma is a BITCH!

“How could he bite me like this?!” I exclaimed, wincing at the pain. “My own fucking dog bit me!”

Yup, you got it right. My own dog just bit the shit out of me. So much for getting him a new dog house.

“Ya! Stop moving. It’s just a small scratch.” A voice whined.

I looked at the tall chick beside me with my famous death glare. How could she call the two large holes on my leg a scratch? Doesn’t she see the amount of blood pouring out of it?

“Stop giving me that look, Yoonmi.” She scoffed, pressing a small cotton ball onto my wound. “You are being dramatic again.”

I pouted. She’s right. I’m being dramatic. I love being dramatic. She knows me so well. After all shes my best friend. My honey sunny bunny.

“Your being mean, Sunny” I squeaked out in fake hurt. Yes, it’s true. The wound on my leg was just a small scratch. But hey, a girl can dream right?

“You are such a baby, Yoonmi.” She scoffed again before placing a small bunny bux bandaid on my precious wound. “Will you ever grow up?”

I smiled.

“Never.”

Apparently that seemed to set her off and next thing I know, I’m being abandoned. I frowned as she threw me an irritated look over her shoulders before leaving me alone to serve her boyfriend of the week.

“Ya! Sunny! Why are you leaving me?!” I called out in protest but the words were lost in the loud music.

I looked longingly at her retreating figure and stared at my covered up wound. Did I say something wrong? I feel so lonely now.

Sunny has always been my only friend. We met when we were in diapers. We stayed together ever since. But now it felt weird around her. I used to have other friends but they all abandoned me when bullying started. Being a teacher’s pet and a top achiever of the school doesn’t really get you a free pass from the bullies. Only being popular does. And I’m not popular. I may have a slim, athletic body with all the curves and long dark brown hair that framed my face perfectly, it still wasn’t enough for me to earn loyal friends. Sunny was the only one who stuck around. But now, things have been a little strained between us. I wonder why?

I looked around the party hall quietly. Everyone was either dancing or getting their ass drunk.

Tonight’s celebration was dedicated to being a successful high school graduate. The ceremony happened in the morning while a secret party was thrown in the night to celebrate the new faze. Considering the party was held at one of the top clubs in the city of Seoul. It was enough for my lovely parents to ban me from going.

Honestly I don’t blame them. I’m still a year shy from 18 while all my peers have already reached the legal age. I’m still a baby.

“Here. Have this.” I looked up to see the handsome bartender that has been giving me free drinks throughout the night. He held two tequila shots for me to grab. I smiled taking the offered drinks. So what if I’m still underaged. The rules are meant to be broken after all.

“Thanks”. I said sweetly, looking up at his handsome face. Its weird how he just kept giving me free drinks tonight. I came out here tonight with the only intention to let loose some of the build up tension over the last few weeks of high school. Exams are harder to deal with when they have the capability of deciding your future.

“Having guy problems?” I heard his husky voice again, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked at him up and down. Seizing his body frame from top to bottom. Black pants, open white shirt and flashy toned abs. Yup, he’s a total eye candy.

“Nope.” He was pretty and handsome. But something tells me to stir clear away from his path. “More like friendship problems.” I continued, gulping the shot in one go. Damn, that burned. I took another Shot of the bitter drink and slammed the glass on the counter.

Why does tequila has to burn so much?

“Let me guess, best friend leaving you alone to mingle with other boys?”

“Someone’s been spying on me.” I teased. It’s not really a secret. The boy was literally standing behind me when Sunny decided to ditch me.

“I guess I’m just too observant.”

“No, you’re a spy.” I said, pointing my finger at his face playfully. “Let me guess, CIA?”

“No. That’s American, sweetheart. We’re in Seoul, South Korea.” He chuckled.

“Ah. It’s NIS then. I knew there was something suspicious about you.”

“You’re funny and... weird.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” I shrugged. People call me many things. I guess being Funny and weird is just a couple of those things.

“You seemed tensed.” I stared at him in confusion. I’m not tensed.

“Maybe I can help you... ” He whispered, sliding a card towards me with a small wink. I looked at the number on the card and gulped. “Yeah I’m pretty fast.”

Oh boy, please tell me he’s not offering himself.

“Think about it. I’ll be here for the rest of the night.” I coughed lightly as his fingers slowly grazed my hand. I felt my cheeks get warm. No-one has ever touched me in that way before. I don’t even know what to say.

“I like funny girls.” He continued before placing a soft kiss on my hand. I shivered at his touch. Ugh, it was not a good feeling. So much for being handsome.

“Haha... thanks for the drinks.” I quickly said, pulling my hand out of his grasp. “Gotta go.” I laughed before making a bee line for the furthest couch away from the bar. Yup, I’m a total coward when it comes to boys.

“What’s the rush, little Lee?”

“Huh?” I said turning around to my right, only to jump back in surprise. There, right infront of me sat my biggest bully of them all. Song Mina.

She was chewing on a piece of gum while her fingers twirled around her bleached blonde hair. Her crystal blue eyes were trained right on me.

I shivered. They were so blue. Just like the bright blue water in a swimming pool.

“Mina.”

“It’s madam Song Mina to you, little Lee.” She retorted.

I scoffed. Madam Song Mina my foot. She may be my bully, but I never let her get an upper hand on me.

“It’s nice to see you’re still in your happy cloud, Mina.” I said, scooting away from her resting figure. Why did I have to choose the same seat as her?

“What a teacher’s pet like you is doing in such a party like this, sweetheart?” The girl sassed with a curve of her lips. I gritted my teeth in anger. True, it was a graduation party but it was filled with students from all over Seoul. Did I mention the party was actually organised by the Song Family? Meaning only the populars were invited. Too bad the Song family hasn’t seen the wealth and riches of the Lee family yet.

“It’s none of your business.” I said before looking away. I hated her for what she did to me during my high school years. And I will continue to hate her until she gives me a good reason to forgive her.

Just then a shorter boy ran up to our seats and looked at Mina in worry.

“Have you found it yet?” I frowned at her question. Found what?

“Yes.” The boy nodded. That’s when I felt Mina stand up in excitement.

“Where?”

The short boy, who looked a year younger than me, pointed towards the bar. I looked around and noticed a small crowd forming behind the counter.

“But Madam Mina, your friend is about to claim it.” Wait, what? Claim what?

“That bitch.” The moment I heard Mina say those words out loud, I knew something bad was gonna happen.

“Come with me!” Mina ordered before storming to the place of commotion. The boy looked at me before shrugging and following Mina like a small kicked puppy.

I was obviously confused. It’s not always that someone manages to piss off Song Mina. There are some selected individuals who can blow her anger off but they are all from lower class. Considering it’s a high profile party, I can only think of one person.

Smiling to myself, I also stood up and followed the fuming girl and the short boy to the Bar counter. My curiosity has reached its peak. There’s no stopping me now.

“Give it back to me. It’s mine!” A deep voice screamed just as I reached the site of commotion.

There were quite a lot of people here. All gathered around in a circle. I could see pointing of fingers and excitement on their faces.

Apparently, a very tall boy was shouting over his lungs at someone. That someone happens to be a very familiar looking girl. He was making moves to grab whatever the girl held in her hands. The only thing stopping him was the herd of boys who had launched themselves at the poor boy.

“Relax, Wo Bin. I just want to know if it’s worth my time or not.” The female spoke, smirking at the boy who tried to claw her face again.

“Krystal.” I quietly whispered to myself. That’s who the female was. The voice was too familiar for me not to recognise. She was one of those neutral peers who would watch a crime happen but wouldn't help to stop it. Why? Simple. Because it has nothing to do with them.

“I found it first. It appeared to me!” The boy shouted, not caring that he was drawing unwanted attention.

I was utterly confused by this scene. Where were the bouncers? With this much screaming going on, security should have been here by now to separate these two. I could only detect few of the students lining around to see the outcome. But everyone else just ignored it as if it was invisible to them. Even that handsome bartender who was looking the other way is oblivious to the small crowd beside him.

“I know. I just want to check.” My brows furrowed in confusion. Check what?

“This is my last warning to you, Krystal. Give that card back to me!”

Wait, a card?

They’re fighting over a card?

I looked at Krystal’s right hand to find a large playing card being twirled around her fingers. I couldn’t see properly but I can guarantee it was bigger than any normal playing card.

“Krystal”. That was Mina. The sudden warning in the tone and the familiar temperature drop was enough for everyone in the circle to shuffle back a bit, allowing Mina to get a front seat view of the whole fight.

I could see another boy beside Mina, who looked viciously at the two fighting duo. He was scaring everyone off. The way his fingers twitched, and his eyes glowing. There was something unnatural about that boy.

“Mina.” As if on instinct, suddenly two people appeared on Krystal’s either side. An older girl and a young boy. Both with the same identical black hair and twin features. Their posture was defensive. It was as if they were there to protect Krystal.

“Is it same card?” I heard Mina ask. A small wicked smile appeared on Krystal’s lips.

“Exactly the same.”

“No!” The tall boy from earlier looked at both of them in fear. His eyes had grown to the size of a saucer. “You can’t! This isn’t fair.”

“Shut up!” Someone else yelled.

“Take him away, please.” Mina sighed as she moved towards Krystal But was stopped by the two twin looking people. They were glaring at her.

“Sorry Mina. First come first serve.” Krystal smiled, rubbing her long nails over the card’s surface.

I tried to hide my smile. Mina was known to be the biggest bully around here. Her only rule was based on first come first serve basis. It’s funny how Krystal used the same tactics back at her.

I could literally see Mina’s face turning cold. I’m so glad I followed her. Seeing Mina rile up like this completed my night of celebration.

“You don’t want uncle to know about this do you?”

At the mention of Krystal’s father, the dark long-haired beauty stiffened. Mina and Krystal are second cousins from their mother’s side. Although, both are from the same family tree, they are nothing like each other. Except maybe the evilness in both of them. Mina was straight forward where as Krystal was more reserved.

I’m so glad I’m the only child in my family. Might have some cousins but they never kept in contact with me for some reason. Oh well, it’s not like I care.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh but I will. And then you can say bye bye to the academy.” Mina threatened.

Academy? Are they really threatening each other over a simple playing card?

I watched as Krystal’s face lost all the colour. Something is definitely up with these two.

In the midst of this, I noticed the tall boy, Wo Bin, had lunged for the card again, scratching Krystal’s hand in the process.

“Yes! I finally got it. I’m its master.” The boy said loudly in glee as he held up the card in his hands. This time I could see the card more clearly. Like any other playing card, it’s one side had a dark wispy black background to it with a shiny silver diamond placed right in the middle. The other side was blank white. But what shocked me was the multiple tears and creases on the card. It was bent from all sides and looked a bit dirty. As if someone has dragged it across a muddy road for days.

I felt a small stab of pain in my chest. Something about that card made my heart ache. It was in a very bad shape and if these people continued to play pull-pull with it, I’m afraid it might not last very long.

“Stop him!”

And just like that a fight started. Before the boy could lift the card up, someone has already snatched it out of his hands and then another pairs of hands grabbed it. I moved back in fear as the whole crowd jumped at the new owner of the card. Even Song Mina.

There was shouts here and there as everyone tried to get access to the card. I didn’t know what to do. The poor thing must have been shredded into pieces by now.

Seeing as there is nothing else interesting about this issue, I started to move away from the area. It was getting too violent for my taste anyway.

But suddenly I felt a gust of wind hit my face. Something large and pointy flew by my face. It landed somewhere near my feet.

I was shocked and startled all at the same time. What the heck was that?

Holding onto my obvious racing heart, I looked at the stupid object which had dared to take my eye out.

It was the card.

The very same card that those idiots are fighting over. I sighed in relief and picked up the offending object.

“Ya! What was that huh? You nearly blinded me.” I scolded the card, noticing how it was darker than before. Am I going crazy for talking to a card?

“The Card! It’s gone!” Someone yelled over the music. I winced at the loud voice.

“Search the place. Find it!” That was Mina. I’m sure of it.

I gulped. The card was in my hands. And there are about 15 or so of them. It was a loosing situation.

So taking a deep breadth, I did the only thing that most people do in situations like this.

I ran.

#bts #exo #reverseharem #bts fanfic #exo fanfic #bts x oc #btsxoc #exo x oc #exoxoc #adventure #magical #cards #warriors

15 notes · View notes

aaronbleyaert · 5 years

Note

You’re handsome and funny. The ideal man! How come you’re single?!?!? 😩✌️

Thanks, I’m trying to not be so single, actually! I’ve got a lot of girl friends, but no girlfriends, you know? For instance, on Saturday, I went out with my friend Tiffany and we went to this awesome Mexican restaurant. And there was this really cute waitress who I thought might have been flirting with me - but stupidly, I didn’t ask for her number or anything. But I feel like she WAS kind of flirting? And Tiffany thought so, too. So right now, as I’m writing this, I’m trying to figure out what to do. Do I go back? Do I ask her out? What do I say? Is it creepy? It’s creepy, right? I shouldn’t say anything. Actually, I shouldn’t go back in the first place, right? That’s weird. Hard cringe. But she introduced herself and told me when the times she works and said I should come back for brunch! Because she works brunch! But then, that’s what waitresses do, right? They want people to come back into their restaurant so that it’ll stay open, so that they can keep working, so that they can keeping making money, so that they can keep paying their rent or pay for their car, or buy something really special that means a lot to them - maybe even save up for that trip they’ve always wanted: to visit the fabled ancient Peruvian wonder Machu Picchu because this waitress once saw pictures of it when she was a kid and it held a special meaning to her and was the one thing that took her out of her sad daily routine of her parents fighting about who was to blame for her older sister running away and it didn’t matter what was said or how long the fights between her parents would go on, there was always one absolute certain truth, a truth that only the waitress knew: her sister didn’t run away at all.

Her sister never existed.

Or, at least, never existed as a real human person - her “older sister” was just a ghost or a spirit or a collection of raw psychic energies that just happened to accumulate for whatever reason over the span of hundreds of years in the swamps of the deep bayou that were eventually drained and filled in and paved over and became the site of the Lakeforest subdivision that the waitress grew up in and somehow those energies became trapped in the back wall down inside the crawlspace under her basement stairs, the wall that would wail so loudly each night with its inhuman, low buzzing voice like a million fat flies feasting on the boated corpse of a rotten baby lamb that would keep the waitress up all night until one night she crept downstairs and removed the panel on the stairwell and crawled inside the space and put her forehead to the wall, listening to the low inhuman voice as it tried to form words with its mealy alien tongue: “MEEEEEEAT” it buzzed in her brain so she started small, feeding the wall in the crawlspace underneath the stairs what she could easily find and trap: bugs. But soon, that wasn’t enough. The wall demanded more. “I can’t give you any more” she would weep, her forehead pressed against the cool rough concrete of the wall in the crawlspace under the stairs, night after night, while her parents slept. “MORRRRRRRE” it would buzz, the alien voice pressing so violently on the inside her head that it threatened to split her open like a rotten cantaloupe. So she began trapping larger things; frogs, mice, anything else she could find outside in the woods behind her school. But soon that wasn’t enough, either. The wall’s hunger grew. She managed to trap a few pets; a few cats, a small dog here or there - and fed them all to the wall.

That’s when her sister appeared.

It all happened so casually one Thursday morning; when she came down to breakfast, her parents and some older girl with straight white hair she had never seen before were all sitting around the kitchen table, eating and laughing like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Oh! Look who’s finally awake!” her mother said, laughter in her voice. In one graceful move, her mother filled a bowl with cereal and poured in just the right amount of milk. “Here you are, my little angel.” Her new older sister moved over so she could sit down. “Angela was just saying how excited she was to get you something for your birthday next week” her dad said, leaning forward, far over his morning paper and smiling with too many teeth. Her new older sister, Angela, smirked and gave her a little wink when her parents weren’t looking. Her birthday wasn’t for another six months.

She could hear a soft low buzz coming from somewhere in Angela’s chest.

The more she fed The Wall In The Crawlspace Down Under The Stairs week after week, the happier her parents seemed to get - and the more Angela seemed to glow. There was almost a sheen about her; something shiny just underneath her skin that made you want to keep looking at her. Angela quickly became the most popular girl at school, among both the boys and the girls. The teachers would even stop the girl in the hallway to ask about her sister. Once, the girl forgot something in her locker and ran to get it during class. As she walked by Angela’s classroom, she saw Angela standing on a desk, the entire class surrounding her with their heads bowed, breathing in unison. Angela held her face up towards the ceiling, the florescent light spilling over her glowing skin, as if she was feeding. The teacher stood motionless with his forehead against the dry erase board, arms at his sides. He had pissed himself.

Angela was never mean to the girl, even at home - she was always offering to help her younger sister with her homework, or boys, or anything else. The girl always declined, but Angela persisted. Every night, Angela would come right to the girl’s bedroom door, but would never enter. She would always linger outside, in the hallway, that low buzz softly rising and falling in her chest, like a thick out of tune orchestra all playing at once. “Don’t you want help with your homework?” she would ask, her eyes wide, her mouth in a perfect “O” shape, the sound of the words appearing in the girl’s mind. “NO.” the girl would reply from the safety of her bed. “GO AWAY.” Then Angela would smile with too many teeth, her shiny translucent skin stretched over the bony frame of a young girl, her straight white hair floating out in the darkness of the hallway. “DO NOT FORRRRRGET. WE ARE HUNNNNNGRY” she would reply, her black pupils pinpricks in those wide white eyes, her mouth a dark black circle. Then she would would turn and softly pad down the stairs on all fours, down to the basement.

The girl thought about running away; the weather was turning cold and animals for The Wall were getting harder and harder to find - and The Wall’s appetite seemed to be increasing. Breakfast was also getting out of control; one morning, her mother made 40 slices of toast, all buttered perfectly. Another morning, her father spent the entire breakfast laughing so hard at the news on the radio that he began coughing up blood. The radio was nothing but static.

One day after school in the woods, the girl came across the bloody insides of some larger game animal - a big dog, maybe. Or a deer. It looked like some large beast had spit up the organs of a recent kill. The girl took one look and knew this was her chance. She took everything out of her backpack - books, binders, a practice test for science class - and stuffed in as much of the animal’s guts as she could. She left all of her school supplies in the woods. She wouldn’t need them any more.

When she got home, the house was empty. The girl hauled her backpack into the kitchen and onto the counter. The blood was beginning to soak through. She looked at the clock; Angela and her parents would be home at any minute. The girl looked around under the sink, in the back, until she found the poison. She opened her backpack and stuffed it all inside, just as her parents car pulled into the driveway. She zipped up the backpack and headed for the door to the basement. It would have to be enough.

Over the previous months, the basement had been transformed into a living mass of black rotting flesh. Her parents spent almost all of their time down there, tending to the writhing mass of pulsating coils and strips of grotesque quivering tissue that lined the walls and hung from the ceiling. There were occasional teeth that had sprouted from where the walls met the floor; the girl thought that all of the animals that she had fed The Wall In The Crawlspace Down Under The Stairs had been somehow digested and transformed into this perverse living nightmare that her parents’ basement had become; a nexus of evil, right under her feet. At the very least, it was sure to bring the property value down.

The girl hadn’t entered the basement in months - she usually just opened the basement door and threw the sacrifices down the stairs, either to be absorbed by the floor or eaten by the thing that everyone called her older sister - but the girl knew that this time would have to be different. She would have to go down to the source. She opened the basement door, a putrid warm breeze greeting her. The girl heard the car doors slam out in the driveway. Her parents and Angela would be inside any moment. The girl took a deep breath, clutched her backpack, and descended into the basement.

Stepping carefully between the clusters of quivering fleshpods and over the slimy black masses of writhing tentacles, the girl came to the small door to the crawlspace. The low buzzing was so loud that she could barely see straight. She opened her backpack, and could feel the buzzing grow hungrily. It was all she could do to pour the poisoned gelatinous guts of whatever poor lonely animal had died up there on the dirty ground in the dark backwoods behind the school onto the concrete wall in her basement. The buzzing grew thick with feeding. The girl felt something wet start to trickle from her ears and nose. She wiped her face and it came away bloody. She slowly backed out, just as the thick buzzing started to falter and skip, like a bicycle chain trying to catch a gear.

“WHAAAAAT ARE YOU DOINNNNNNNG” The girl spun around to see Angela on all fours, her eyes wide, and mouth in the silent neverending scream of an O. “Nothing!” the girl said, her head pounding, the buzz filling everything, blood beginning to trickle from her eyes like tears. She noticed that Angela was naked except for the writhing black tentacles that were furiously sliding up her legs and over her stomach, as if preparing for something. “IT IS NOTTTTT RIIIIIIIIIGHT” the Angela thing buzzed in the girl’s mind. She hissed and took a step forward, her limbs seeming to stretch and elongate. “What’s going on down there?” the girl’s mother called from upstairs. “You girls play nice, you hear?” The Angela thing took another step forward and smiled with too many teeth. “NOW WE SEEEEE YOU ON THE INSIDEEEEEEAAAAAIAIAIIIAIIAI100101001!” The Angela thing screamed and fell to the ground. The buzzing in the girl’s head began to skip, like a radio stuck between stations. The girl ran for the stairs and scrambled up, slipping on the slick thick flesh that carpeted every surface.

The girl burst out into the kitchen and sprawled on the floor. The buzzing stopped. Everything was quiet. The girl sat up and wiped the blood out of her eyes. She looked around. Her Dad was asleep in his easy chair, paper on his chest. Her Mom was watching TV. The TV was on.

From then on, her parents were convinced that her sister had run away, and they wouldn’t hear any other explanation. The girl tried to convince them that she never had a sister; that Angela never existed, that it was all in their minds. But then that would lead to The Wall. And that would lead to the crawlspace in the basement. And that would always lead to the thing that scared the girl the most: Her parents reply, “Honey, we don’t have a basement.”

And they were right.

The house had no basement. In their kitchen, the wall where the door to the basement had been was now just a plain wall - if there had ever been a door there to begin with. The girl walked around the house in disbelief; there was no sign that their house had ever had a basement. The girl was so adamant she was right that one Sunday, while her parents were out at the farmer’s market, she took a baseball bat to the wall. Behind it was nothing but insulation.

Since the girl poisoned The Wall, her parents argue daily about whether they should have done more to try to find her older sister. It became their obsession; all they could think about, all they could talk about. The girl stopped going to school, but no one really noticed. She would read books about all sorts of fantastic places in the world. It was after reading about one of these places, Machu Picchu, when she was looking at pictures on some travel site, that she came across a picture that stopped her cold. It was Angela.

She was in the background of another tourist’s photo, and even though her hair had been dyed a light pink, and she was blurry, the girl could immediately tell it was the Angela thing from her basement. It smiled with too many teeth.

That night, the girl packed a bag and got on the next bus out of town. She knew what she had to do. The bus took her as far as LA, where she got a little sublet, month to month, in an apartment above a bar. It wasn't much, but it was enough. The girl started working at a Mexican restaurant, doubling up on brunch shifts to save up enough money for a plane ticket down to the jungles of South America - to finally face her fate, one last time.

Anyway, you guys think I should ask this waitress out or what?

34 notes · View notes

stoicizamm · 5 years

Text

The Very First Journey to Hogwarts

Harry Potter x Good Omens

This is my very first fanfiction, so please be gentle. Also you can request what you want me to write next.

Crowley never thought that he would find anything on earth amusing, until one faithful day while he was waiting for Aziraphale at an infamous bakery and got bored. He was looking around the shop at cutesy decorations and then in the corner of his eye he spotted something moving on the other side of the window. He thought nothing of it, there were just people crossing the street. But something in him told him that it wouldn't hurt to walk around a bit while he's waiting. Curiosity killed the cat as they say. He went out but still there was nothing suspicious. Then in all the crowd noise he heard a sweet meow. Finally concentrating on the ground he saw a ginger cat just below the window. This wasn't his first time seeing cats, he was there from the beginning of the world for god's sake... But still, this cat somehow got his interest. He felt the urge to pet it, and couldn't help but to do so. Cat just looked at him and let out a pleasant meow. But suddenly she stood up and he noticed that there was something wrong with one of hers paws, she couldn't stand on it. In that moment when he was measuring what was there to be done, Aziraphale showed up.

"Made a new friend I see", he said with a smug look on his face.

His eyes then drew to her paw so he got to his knees.

"Look at that poor creature, we gotta help her... Maybe I could try making something for her or..."

"No", he was interrupted by Crowley, "We should do this the normal people way, no miracles, no anything... Maybe she'll heal by herself if we leave her alone"

The cat seemed like she understood the whole thing and started to meow. But those two couldn't figure out if she was agreeing or not.

"Very well, if you want to do this the normal way let's just take her to the veterinarian. He'll know what to do and I won't feel bad for leaving her here", said Aziraphale with a sigh at the end.

The cat panicked and tried to run away but Aziraphale picked her up and, like he didn't notice her scratching him, started petting her.

"There, there, you'll be healed soon"

Crowley nodded, "Alright, how smart. I suppose you know where the closest vet is?"

"We can ask people how to get there... Crowley, darling, don't you see how many people are on streets today. Some of them are wearing robes like they're dressing up for some kind of convention. Surely someone will know where we can go"

He stood up and tried to ask a woman in a black robe with long curly hair and strange galsses and necklaces, but as soon as she noticed him she ran away. He then tried to talk to a man who had beautiful long blond, almost white hair. He was dressed like the fancy men that Aziraphale could see in his bookshop. But as soon as he started talking, this man only looked at him for a second. He seemed unpleased as he said "Piss of muggle"

Aziraphale didn't know what that meant so he stood there looking at the man for maybe too long and wasn't brought back to Earth until cat left another meow, then turned around and bumped into something. Not something, someone. There was, before him, a really tall man that you don't see that often in England. He had long locks and a beard, by his side was a huge dog, who despite his size, looked like a sweetheart.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, do you know how I can get to the nearest veterinary clinic?"

"Course, no problem. It a peace of cake. You just go down this street an' turn left when yah see a sighn 'Ralph's veterinary clinic'"

"Well thank you,I'm really lucky to bump into someone like you dear sir. Can I thank you in any way?"

But the man didn't listen to him, he just ran off to a different direction.

"I guess not"

He told Crowley the plan and soon enough they were in front of the clinic. They checked in and waited patiently.

"I told you we should have left her there... Now instead of watching you munch down cake and drink vine I have to wait here and when we get out I'll definitely smell like this whole building"

"Oh, come on, Crowley dear... Look, it's our turn already."

The doctor's real name wasn't Ralph, but George. Actually, Ralph was his dad's bulldog, he just inherited the clinic. But that on the side, he tried to check the paw, but the cat would never let him so his only shot was, well... to give her a shot. While he was preparing for that the cat noticed the open window and, even though she had some problems, successfully escaped. Crowley and Aziraphale were still arguing so they didn't notice until doctor pointed it out. Then they ran outside to see if they could catch her, but instead, below the window of the operation room there was an old lady, who looked like she was a beauty in her earlier days and kept her beauty till this day. She was siting there and holding onto her leg until she noticed them. Then she tried to act natural, but no hope, she was already caught. And she knew, despite how they looked, that they were not dumb.

"Guess we found you, kitty-cat", said Crowley with a convinced look on his face.

But Aziraphale was still not sure... He rushed closer to her and said, "Hello, do you need any help? You look injured, maybe the veterinarian could help since we're here."

She looked at him in disbelief, then sighed.

"No... No, that disgusting doctor can't help me, his type of help would make me lay in bed for months..."

"Then can we help you somehow? We could take you to the doctor you trust?"

"That would be wonderful, but alas, you muggles can't go near the place where my doctor is..."

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other. The whole day they've been hearing that word... muggle?

Crowley started walking up and down, "Muggle, muggle, muggle... What do you mean by muggle? I've been here since your great grandparents were here and even before them and I have never heard that word"

"You... How could you... You..."

Aziraphale stopped her, "Crowley, keep quiet now"

"Keep quiet, how can I keep quiet. You, angel, from all the people are always telling me that I should 'explore the Earth' and 'Learn new things', well now I'm learning... Now say, lady, what is a muggle! Also how come you showed up just where the injured cat was? Explain everything"

"Stop it, Crowley, you'll scare her... I'm so sorry for my friend, he forgot to take his medication...", Aziraphale hurried to say.

"No... I would never think in my right mind that I could so easily bump into angel and demon on the street, nor that they would not be aware of people with magical abilities... Well then, since you two are not muggles I think that you could take me there. Up we go"

"We have been aware of the ones who predict, but the ones that can transform... Beautiful...", thought Aziraphale out loud.

" We're not taking you anywhere until you explain", said Crawley

" As I have already said-magic. There's a whole world full of magical people, as well as vampires, werewolves, trolls, giants..."

"So that tall man I saw must be a giant...", Aziraphale said caught in thought

"Indeed, he was a half giant, but... How don't you know about these things?"

"Well we were too busy saving the world to notice people turning into cats... Did you have any insights on armageddon?", asked Crowley

"Oh yes, but magical world almost had its own armageddon too. But for now everything is calm. So... I have told you everything, could you help me now", she finished

"Of course, just fill in on the map...", Aziraphale was interrupted by Crowley

"So, what is a muggle?"

"Crowley! I think she has said enough, and we should probably get going until things get worse. Where to my dear?"

"Have you heard of Hogwarts?"

"I've heard of that abonded castle... So your magical portal must be in there... You people are really clever... ", Aziraphale exclaimed

He was interrupted again, " No, that is the great school of witchcraft and wizardry, you might say that it's given this world some great wizards."

" So how can we get there? By a flying car? ", Crowley said sarcastically

" Well yes, that would do", woman answered

"Where do you expect us to find a flying car?!", he exaggerated

"Simply, I'll make it fly.", she said calmly

"Excuse me!"

All three turned around. There at the window they saw doctor George. He seemed to be holding a piece of paper.

"Someone needs to pay this!"

Aziraphale stepped in and gave him even more then what he asked for, just to 'never mention this to anyone'.

Crowley brought his car, and with bitterness let the woman do her part.

His car looked even more magnificent with the magic that he secretly wished for it to stay that way. They got in and helped her as well.

"Show the way lady!"

"Stop calling me lady, have some more respect you uncultured little... My name is Minerva, so use it."

Crowley gave her the are you serious (Sirius) look but went with it, "Please Minerva, show us the way"

She gave him the map and they went on their magical adventure that is not more or less important then the ones they had.

#harry potter #harry potter au #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #good omens #good omens au #good omemes #good omens fanfiction #good omens fandom #my story #fantasy #fandom #fanfic

11 notes · View notes

ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years

Text

Could You Ever Love Me?

Author: Vous_et_moi

Year: 2008

Rating: R

Pairing: Mike/Dave

“We should tidy up, Mike”

Dave swung one leg idly down off of Noels bed, it was a sham that movement, he had no intention of getting the other leg off of the bed, or getting up at all, he was comfy, Noels bed was huge and soft and bouncy with hot pink sheets. It must have cost a fuck load this bed.

“Mmm Yeah we should really tidy up.” Mike stretched beside him, letting his t shirt ride up, he scratched his head and mussed up his hair before grinning, “But I don’t think I will, I think I’ll just lie here and hope it tidies up itself.”

Dave grinned and swung his leg back up onto the bed, rolling over until he could lie on his stomach, “I don’t think it will Mike. And I think Noel is goanna be pissed at you if you don’t make the effort to maybe sort out the living room at least.”

Mike snorted and moved his hand down to his chest, leaving it there casually, in his other hand was the remote, he flicked through the channels, wrinkling his nose every time he caught sight of a soap, “He shouldn’t have given us his place while he was away then should he. House sitting, honestly? How paranoid is he?”

“Well, he did get broke into last time, and all them paintings nicked.”

Mike frowned, remembering “Yeah, and Dee’s diary, she was well upset, cried for like a fortnight. But I aint seen it kicking about anywhere on the internet and believed me I’ve looked,” Mike nodded and yawned. It was 10 past 12 in the afternoon, and they had been awake for roughly 15 minutes, sharing Noels bed the night before neither wishing to crash out on Noel’s lumpy sofa that may well have been direct form the sixties. They’d bunked together loads of times before, Mike was used to Dave’s deep breathing, Dave was used to Mike never lying still. “Pass us that cherryade Dave, my legs don’t work.”

Dave tutted and rolled his eyes, but made no effort to move. It was just a lazy Sunday, he didn‘t have to do anything for anyone. What time had they got in last night? Must have been near to four in the morning. “Lazy boy. Poor Dee, I bet it’s somewhere, like those total obsessive pages, but they’ll be keeping her secrets sacred, not realizing how much they’ve violated her privacy anyway.”

“She says its more because she writes down dreams she has rather than secrets, and how she feels if her and Suzie fight-”

“Suzie. You’d never call her that to her face.” Dave snorted with laugher, remembering when Noel had called her that once and she’d flipped, the only one who could get away with it ever was Dee. Mike grinned as well staring at the ceiling, before turning his head to look at Dave.

“Nope, neither would you. Dave please just pass us that cherryade?”

Dave frowned, and shook his head, “Its on your side. Noel bought her that book the day we all went to that really crap fair YEARS ago, do you remember?”

How could they forget that day at the really crap fair. It was scratched into his memory like graffiti on a school desk.

“Yeah, you won that goldfish that died the same day. Dee made us all write her a message in her new shiny notepad her new shiny boyfriend had bought her.”

“Yeah and you wrote something like ‘Hi from Mike, Dave’s Goldfish died today, like it was all a big joke” Dave put his head in the pillow, half joking, half remembering what I had felt like to have them all make fun of hem like that, it wasn’t that he got emotionally attached to the fish he’d known all of five minutes, it had been the concept that had just been so sad.

“You were proper gutted about that fish man, it was funny. Its on my side but I cant reach it without getting up, if you lean over me you can get it easy and not have to get up.” Mike stretched out his arm as if it illustrate his point, Dave sighed and pulled himself up a bit, he leaned across Mike, trying not to take his time in case that feeling hit him again and reached for the bottle.

“I was gutted because the poor thing had only ever known life in a plastic bag and I wanted to set it free.”

“You’re a freak. And don’t lean on my chest!” Mike shifted uncomfortably, nearly causing Dave to drop the bottle he had stretched out painstakingly to get.

“I’m getting your damn Juice.”

“Thanks.” Mike unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, frowning as he did so. “Ugh it’s gone all flat. And anyway I checked those sites too and I got nothing.”

They all knew about “those sites”

“Yeah? Even the Photoshop ones?”

“Yeah.”

“Even the Mighty Bumming sites?”

Mike nodded slowly, as if he were considering something, “Yeah. It’s not just Vince and Howard you know, there’s Noel and Julian, Old Gregg… there was one called Fossil fun time”

Dave groaned and Mike grinned, putting the lid back on the bottle and setting it down on the side he lay back down next to Dave, pulling a little sad face at Dave who was just glaring at him peering out between the pillow and his messy fringe.

“Thank you Mike you just made me want to die. Did you read any?”

Mike pulled a face and shook his head a little too wildly “No! like, 90% of them involve my brother in some form or other.” He grinned then, wickedly, and shot Dave a mischievous look, “Well I have, like two. Just to see.”

“Ones with Noel?” Dave grinned into the pillow, just as Mike hit him with his own.

“Ack no! don’t be foolish Dave.”

“Who then?”

“You’re awful keen David Brown. Do you want me to send you the links when I’m next on MSN?”

“Am I in any?”

“Aw Dave! Coarse you are mate! Boosh weirdo’s love you! You feeling left out?” Mike smiled wickedly again and shuffled over so he was eye to eye with Dave.

“Shut up. Just wondering, cause you know, the constant disguises…”

“Nah yeah you are. You’re quite a slut really with the men folk. You’ve had us all.”

“Nah.” Dave said, rolling onto his back and looking disbelievingly at Mike.

“Yeah, even Julian, though he’s really pining for Noel and you’re just being a mate by lending him your arse.”

“I’m selfless I am, mate. I think that’s how you know you’re famous. If you look on the internet one day and find yourself being bummed by your best mates.”

“Yeah totally, you’re just not it if you’ve not been written into erotic fiction.”

They laughed together then, it was an odd sort of flattery, but it worked out ok.

Dave remembered something Dee had told him once, about Noel and Julian stories, and smiled, “You know they mush up names? Dee told me-

-she goes mental over the stuff the freak.” Mike muttered, he was never very keen on how Dee would always ask Noel and Julian to kiss, but he guessed he didn’t like seeing his brother kiss anyone.

“I know apparently she makes Noel read it all the time,” They rolled their eyes in perfect unison, “anyway, so like, Howard bumming Vince is like, Howance or something. And Julian and Noel is Noelian-”

Mike tutted loudly at that, “I hate that. Noelian is a language me and him made up as kids, those nutters have tarnished it now.”

Dave laughed, but patted Mikes arm reassuringly, his hand lingered there for a little too long so he pretended to stretch to cover it.

“We’d be like…Dike.” He didn’t know why he said it, why he would bring that subject up around Mike at all, and he blushed heavily; luckily they were both looking up at the ceiling.

“Nope, we’re not.” Mike eventually said.

“What?”

“We’re not. We’re Mave.” Mike said this so matter-of-factly, as if he’d known for ages, that Dave turned to look at him questioningly.

“Mave? There’s no humour in that. We should be Dike.”

Mike grinned as he stayed looking up at the ceiling, “Why don’t you make an official complaint, they’d listen to you.”

“Encouragement they don’t need mate.” Dave laughed, shaking his head, Mike did the same.

Dave looked at Noels bed side table, where Mike’s laptop he’d brought over was sitting… It couldn’t hurt to look could it? Just to see? Mike had seen it, obviously, even if he hadn’t gone looking for it.

“Where are you going?” Mike asked as Dave sat up suddenly, he grabbed the laptop and flipped it open, pressing the power button, “Did you actually just switch on that laptop? Dave you’re a perve.”

“I’m just curious now like.” Dave tried to defend himself, but smiled despite himself, “How do you find it?”

“Go to Google. I dunno, ‘Mighty Boosh’ um, ‘fan fic‘, who do you want?” Mike asked, sitting up beside him.

“Be rude to read anything but Mave right now, with the others not here to defend their sexuality.”

Mike laughed, “Alright type in ‘Mave’ then… nah wait that’ll be too specific we’re not that well loved, just put ‘fan fic’ and we’ll find it from there.”

“Ok.”

“And Click.”

“Yes Mike I know that bit, I’m not form the past.”

Mike held up his hands defensively in front of him but he was smiling, “don’t get touchy with me just ‘cause you’re slow on the computer.”

“Your only fast cause you’re always looking up Naboo porn” Dave shot back grinning, but Mike pulled a face.

“Do not even joke about that. Sometimes I find it very hard to look at you dressed as a monkey.”

“Really? Bollo? That is odd.” Dave grinned, “Boboo?”

“Haha, maybe.”

They watched as the Google page loaded, Dave’s eyes widened at the sight of the hits total.

“Fucking Hell 16,400.”

Mike nodded from beside him then sighed.

“Just click on the first one. Oh this is the Livejournal one I’ve been here.”

Dave didn’t really want to know how Mike knew all these sites.

“Ok, how do search through this site.”

“Give it here. You’re useless, stick to taking photos… Do you not use digital?”

“Well yeah But I’m good with computers, not weird ass websites.”

Mike looked a little offended about that, leaping to the fan girl defence, “Hey you were the one who wanted to see, don’t call them weird! It’s very popular and widely excepted kink in Japan.”

Dave snorted with laughter, “What, Mave?”

Mike grinned, “No, Boys with boys. They love it. It’s over romanticized and the boys are drawn like chicks anyway but boy on boy anime and manga is everywhere.”

“You are too into Japanese culture.”

“It’s better than ours. Here’s some.”

Mike passed the laptop back to Dave and got up out of the bed and headed for the door, Dave looked up at Mike in surprise.

“You not going to read it?”

Mike laughed, “I’ll be back, I’m gonna make some food.” He hopped towards the door and Dave started scanning the words on screen, “Do you want some?”

“Yeah sure… Mike I like your warm eyes… they make me feel safe.”

Dave was grinning as he read, Mike smiled as well, as he watched a pink blush crawl up Dave’s face, “Shut it and read, don’t poke fun out of embarrassment, it’s fine to be turned on, I am a very sexy man.

Dave kept grinning, reading the story, Mike watched as his eye brows raised slowly up into his hair line, Dave’s eyes flicked back to Mikes, Mike always got a little flip in his stomach when he saw those eyes from a far, so blue, “ And apparently very sluttish… since when do you giggle?”

Mike skipped over back to the bed, “I’m always doing that in these. Do you want me to find a more “us” one… There was one I read that could have been true, I’ll find that.”

Mike grabbed the lap top back off of him and started typing in. Dave frowned, could he really read something that read like him and Mike…doing it… sex…

“I dunno that might be a bit weird. Oh ok then since I’m reading it anyway.”

“Ok, can you please go switch the oven on… please?”

Dave shuffled through to the kitchen, Mike looked up his favourites. What? Don’t you judge him, it’s hard enough being in love with your best mate and thinking that you’re perfect for him without being in the knowledge that quite a few people in the world very strongly agree with you and you not to go looking at what they’ve been saying.

Dave came back through and Mike had the story up. He sat the laptop down on the bed and went towards the door himself, passing Dave and the way, brushing past.

“Ok there you go… Do you want an egg?”

Dave looked puzzled, “Is there even eggs?”

“I dunno.” Mike grinned, “Thought I should ask. That‘s what I always get asked.”

“Nah its alright.”

“Ok. Have fun. You should leave the girl a review, she’ll never know, bless.”

Dave had already started reading, “Uh huh”

Mike clattered around in the kitchen, finding stuff to cook, there was a pizza in the fridge that would take ten minutes, that would do.

…Dave kissed Mike softly, unbelieving, he never thought he’d find himself in this position, but yet he had, and he found that he wasn’t so opposed to the idea, maybe it was the weed, or the beer, or the high of finishing another live show but as Mike pulled as the bottom of he t-shirt he felt him holding his arms off, they only broke the kiss so the thick material couldn’t be pulled over his head…

Dave stared at the screen unblinking, chewing on his bottom lip his eyes dragged along the page, soaking up every word, wishing he could fall through the page…

…‘This isn’t right…’ Dave whispered against Mike’s skin, even as he said it he didn’t stop from pushing him gently down on the bed, Mike shook his head, to disagree with Dave or to shake away his words he didn’t know, all he knew was how wrong and terrible and amazing it all was …

Was it wrong to sit here in one of your best mate’s room reading a story where you’re about to fuck his little brother and getting off entirely on it? Of course if he wasn’t in Noel’s room and Mike wasn’t in the next room he’d be getting off on it a lot more. But as it was he is, so Dave resisted his urges and just kept reading.

“Alright Dave do you want sauce? Dave?” Mike came ambling back through with the pizza and a couple of plates, Dave was sitting cross legged on the bed staring at the screen looking vaguely shocked, Mike grinned but tried to get rid of the smile just as it came. He put the food and the plates down on the chest of drawers that stood by the far wall, and moved towards Dave, who gave no signs of even noticing that Mike had come in. “Dave?”

“Uh…” Dave responded unblinkingly still staring at the screen as if hypnotised, Mike laughed a little and sat down beside him, waving his hand in front of Dave’s face.

“Dave are you ok… Dave?” Dave managed to tear his eyes from the screen and looked at Mike, however he couldn’t hold Mikes gaze so he looked at his hands instead.

“I’m ok.”

Mike bit his lip to stop him from smiling, he couldn’t help it really, Dave just suddenly looked much younger than he was… like 12, “You don’t look ok you’re all flushed. You want me to open a window?”

Dave shot Mike a dirty look for a second, but caught Mikes grin by accident, he looked back at the computer and shook his head disbelievingly, “How would they know that?”

“What?” Mike shuffled over so he could see what Dave was looking at, Dave pointed at the screen

“All those things…Like, you’d say that… and I’d probably say that and I eh… I do like that. And you… I don’t think you’d do that though… But… and…” Dave trailed off, looking down at his hands he pulled his sleeves over his knuckles like he would if he was out in the snow, only if there was any snow near him just now he reckoned he would melt it in an instant.

“Dave?” Mike smiled gently, Dave looked incredibly sweet when he did that, Mike sometimes forgot about the five years between them, “Are you ok? Was it too much for you?” He laughed a little, “Do you want to lie down?”

“I… Mike?” Dave bit his lip.

“What?”

“Would you ever want to do that?” The back of Dave’s neck had gone scarlet, Mike had the urge to blow on there, cool him down… That might not, actually, cool things down at all.

“What like in that story? Like with you or any guy?” Mike was definitely testing the waters now, winding Dave up… he was allowed to though, it was his right as the youngest to be an annoying twat.

“Uh…” Dave paused, still looking at his hands, “a guy?”

Mike stalled, wondering if it was worth telling Dave about the couple of drunk fumblings he’d had a while back, with boys he wasn’t ever sure he was really that into and that he was never sure they were really that into him. “Yeah. I have.”

“Really?” Dave looked up then, in shock, and the sudden intense gaze made Mike blush furiously.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, wow.” Dave’s mind wondered about thinking who and when and why, there might have been a touch of jealousy about it, “Me?”

Mike swallowed, decision time, admit that yes, he did want to do those things with Dave, a lot, quite often, in as many places as legally available to them, and perhaps some non legal places too, like that forest up the road from where Dave used to stay, OR make a joke about it hope he doesn’t get upset and carry on with the not-so-perfect-but-God-you-don’t-want-to-loose-it friendship.

“Maybe. Dave do you…” Mike sighed, “you can’t fancy me just because of something you’ve read on the internet-”

“I liked you before.” With this admittance Dave’s head snapped down and he was back to looking at his sleeves, Mike’s heart did a somersault. And a jimmy flip.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

Gotta love those awkward pauses.

“Ah right. Cool.” Mike grinned despite himself, Dave cleared his throat and looked back at the screen.

“This is really good. But I wouldn’t have done that.”

“No?”

“No… I would have done it more like…” Dave very slowly, very nervously moved a hand up Mikes side round to his back, he stoked his thumb right the way down Mikes spine, Mike shivered a little and wriggled closer to Dave, “yeah?”

“Yeah… that’s quite good, it’s better than hers.” Mike mumbled, staring at Dave’s mouth, wanting to lean over and kiss him, but what if they were just mucking about, what if this wasn’t leading where he thought it was leading? If he kissed Dave it would be a commitment, that would be out there, in the world, forever.

“yeah, and then I would have brought your hand here like…” Dave brought Mike’s hand to the top of his thigh, Mike moved closer still to Dave, pressing up against him, they held each others gaze.

“Like this?”

“Yeah like this.” Dave wasn’t sure who pushed who, but suddenly they were lying down. “But you wouldn’t have said I love you, you would have said something more Mike, like…”

“Like I hope you have that fiver cause I usually ask for cash up front.” Mike grinned as did Dave, shuffling a little so he could lie across Mike a bit more, he brushed Mike’s hair away from his face, their smiles fading away a little.

“Yeah like that, so I’d have to shut you up… like this.” Dave leaned down and kissed Mike, gently at first and then more demanding, seeking entrance to Mike’s mouth and he submitted more than willingly, playfully biting down on Dave’s bottom lip. Mike tasted like artificial cherries, the type you get on cakes. Dave lets out a very small moan, before pulling away, is this still just mucking about?

Mike takes a minute to get his breath back, as does Dave, they exchange sly glances, neither wanting to break the silence but Mike wants to see how the story ends.

“…Yeah that would have probably worked. Then what?”

“Well…” Dave considers for a moment, writing out in his head how he wants his sex scene to go, “I’d go like this.”

Dave has one leg in between Mike’s thighs now and he grinds down, Mike gasps a little in surprise, he hadn’t noticed just how turned on he was, or just how hard Dave was, he wants Dave to do it again but a nervous eruption of butterflies in his stomach slows him down and stops him from bucking back the way he wants to. Mike wasn’t lying when he said he’d been with other boys, there had been two, one in high school and one on holiday, but it had felt very different from this, playful. This was something else.

Dave had ducked his head down; writers block. Mike bit his lip, he guessed this was his story as well, he should maybe contribute, after all, he was the one who had the experience in this field, yes?

“Yeah… Yeah and I’d hold onto your hips real tight and …” He closed his eyes and thrust up, Dave groaned a little and hid his face in Mike’s neck, “do that.”

“But if you did that I’d have to respond with this,” Dave brought his face back up and manoeuvred himself fully in between Mike’s legs, he ground down and the same time brought a hand up underneath Mike’s t shirt and rubbed his thumb over one nipple, kissing Mike harshly, Mike moaned into his mouth, the noise sounding so needy that Dave responded with a groan of his own, his hips still working over Mike.

They broke for air, Mike still gasping and wriggling up against Dave like a dream, Dave resisted the urge to growl.

“Would you?” Mike eventually says, in between gasps, Dave slows down his ministrations and kisses Mike briefly on the lips.

“Yeah.”

Mike grins with his eyes shut, “With what sorry?”

“This.” Dave smiles but grinds down again, tugging at Mikes t shirt somehow they manage to get it off over his head without breaking the contact at their hips, Dave still grinding down with Mikes hands back down at his hips, both of them now only in their boxer shorts, Dave is suddenly very horribly aware that his boxers say “sex kitten” on them, a jokey pair that Dee had bought him to go with her briefs when they were mucking about doing dance routines in their pants. Maybe Mike wouldn’t pick up on that just now. And maybe the sun won’t rise tomorrow morning.

“Mmm, I’d like that.” Mike mumbled, moving his hands around a little, one on his arse, trying to speed up Dave’s movement, Dave let him.

“Good, cause I wouldn’t stop.”

“Not ever?”

“Not ever, if I didn’t have to.”

And he meant it, he could do this all day, thrusting and kissing and panting and wanting, it was too good, far too good, Mike was far too good at this, he thought about Mike’s past history with boys, how much did he know? Was he himself alright? Or was he lacking? Mike seemed to be enjoying himself, but what if he was only trying not to hurt Dave’s feelings?

Mike dropped his head to one side, revealing a lovely amount of neck that Dave took full advantage of that, biting down. Mike let out a strangled groan, you couldn’t fake that could you? And you couldn’t fake that hardness. No, Dave was pretty sure he was doing alright.

“I might tell you I loved you then.” Mike all but whispered staring at the wall, biting a little on the inside of his lip, Dave stopped moving, all he could hear was their breathing, and the sound of his heart beating.

“I might say it back.”

Mike turned back so he could look at Dave, his eyes wide, and innocent looking, slightly scared, as if he was trying to work out whether Dave as being serious or not. Seeming to get the answer he was looking for Mike smiles, and tugs at the band of Dave’s boxers.

“I might insist this came off.” Mike whispers, keeping up the game.

“Ok.” Dave shuffles about so he can get them off, it makes him feel awkward, like when he was 15 years old and Cassie Simmons made him strip before she let him touch her breasts. “I’d probably get you to do the same though.”

“Well that’s only fair” Mike shimmies out of his own, it seems to go much smoother for him, a fact that makes Dave want to back pedal a bit, if he cant even take off his own pants elegantly then what chance in Hell did he have…

But Mike was looking at him in a way that Dave knew he meant the world to him, no matter how clumsy he could be. Dave loved him for it.

They kissed again, deeply, Mike's hands weaving into his hair, pulling them together, trying to get more Dave on him, desperate. They broke apart, flushed, Mike grabbed Dave’s hand from his hip and sucked two fingers into his mouth before bringing Dave’s hand in between his thighs and pressing own a little.

“And Dave, I think then I’d do this.”

Dave gulps, he knows what this means, if this happens there’s not going back, not ever, its about one o’clock, they don’t have any excuse, no late night madness to blame, no drunkenness to fall back on, “I’d ask if you were sure.”

Mike laughs and kisses him on the nose, “I’d tell you to stop reading Mills and Boon and that I’m not a fucking princess.”

Dave flushes annoyed for a minute, but only because he was asking himself more than Mike.

“I’d have to shut you up again.” He growls.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

He slides a finger into Mike and he bucks up, this reaction shocks them both a little and Mike laughs to sweep away his embarrassment. He’s so casual, even when he’s being serious you get the impression that it’s not him he’s taking seriously.

Is he serious about this?

“But I would have to make sure though, That you really wanted to, cause if you regretted doing this than it would change us forever.”

“I think I would tell you it already has. And then I’d have to shut you up.”

Mike kissed Dave hard, bringing himself off the bed as he did so, somewhere Dave’s mind is telling him to find lubricant, proper lubricant not just spit, and a condom, quite soon if at all possible, but where to look? He has no idea, in the story they had just been magic-ed out of thin air. He breaks the kiss and sits back a bit on the bed, Mikes eyes sweep up and down his body and Dave notices that this is the first time he’s been in a position to actually see Mike naked.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

They really needed to find stuff.

“In fics you don’t need to look for johnnies and stuff… you just know where they are.” He laughs nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

Mike laughs and sits up as well, “In Fics they don’t call them Jonnies and stuff, tool. You‘ll break the mood”

“Ah right. Well I’ve not read that much.”

“Well…” Mike goes back to recapture their story, “you see I’d remember that this is Noels room and that somehow I knew they’d be…here…”

Mike leans across and opens the second drawer on the chest of drawers on Noels side of the bed, he knew it would be one down from the regular drawer, ever the individual. there’s condoms, and lube, and some other stuff that Mike’s just going to ignore for now. He grabs a handful of sachets and condoms and waves them at Dave triumphantly.

“Wow, good guess.”

“Thanks.”

They assume the position, Mike laughing on and off as he tried to shift Dave around him properly, grinning foolishly as they rip open a packet of lube and it spills all over his stomach by accident, Dave’s frowning in concentration and this only makes Mike laugh more, Dave sits back again and Mike whines a little at the loss of contact.

“In a fic I’d know what the hell I was doing, and I’d be able to do this all smooth.” Dave mutters darkly, and Mike laughs again, but not unkindly, he reaches out for Dave and coaxes him to lie back down, trying again with a second sachet this time things run smoothly. Mike coats Dave’s fingers and again brings them down between his legs, Dave just soundlessly watching him as he positions two by his entrance and tries to persuade Dave into pressing forward, he does so and Mike gasps quietly and Dave just looks on, thinking he’s beautiful.

“Not in my fic you don’t, in mine I get to show you how to do this and you’d be a bit shy and yeah… you’d blush just like that.”

“Quiet, you.”

“And say something cute like that.” He leaves Dave’s hand and brings his own either side of Dave’s face, holding his head steady and looking deep into Dave’s eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, trying to get Dave to stop shaking, “and I’d just look at you like this till you calmed down…see?”

“Yeah.”

His kissed Dave and his hands search out one of the condoms on the bed, he opens it with ease, and feels Dave gasp and he roll’s it on over his length. He gets Dave to position himself and Dave removes his hand, Mike swallows but his throats dry.

“And then you’d…”

“Do this.” Dave thrusts forward slowly, until he’s all the way inside Mike and Mike lets his eyes close tight, just feeling him, all of him, Dave nuzzles in at his collar bone, safe.

“Yeah.”

“And the world would stop.” Dave mutters against his skin, tickling Mike slightly and Mike’s hands find their way to the small of Dave’s back, stroking here calmingly, soothing, loving.

“And there would be no one else.” There wasn’t, was there? Not in this world.

“But you”

“And you.”

“And I’d kiss you.” Dave brought his face out from where he was hiding, and started kissing Mike, little kisses at first, that built up, Dave shifted his weight, Mike jumped and Dave remembered that actually he had quite a bit of an advantage over Mike, He moved his hips again, and fuck, he felt fantastic, but even better was to see what it was doing to Mike.

“And we’d come crashing back to earth.” Mike panted out, bending his knees up a bit, wriggling about so that he was in an even better position, he pushed down on Dave’s back, wrapping one leg around him.

“And I’d fuck you like this.” Dave thrust as hard as he could, making Mike yelp in surprise and then smile again to hide his awkwardness at being so far gone. Mike was really starting to like this story.

“Yeah, yeah and I’d bite you like this...” a bite to a collar bone, Dave hissed out in pleasure and buried himself deeper in Mike.

“And I’d need you this bad.”

Dave’s hand snuck from Mike’s hip to his cock, wrapping his fingers around Mike’s length Mike groaned, and nipped at Dave’s skin in appreciation.

“And I’d want you so much”

“Fuck!”

“And I’d beg you to stop but you’d know I want more”

“and I’d be gasping for air” He was close he was so so close and he’d barely be doing this for five minutes and it was going to end and Mike was going to be so disappointed but he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t slow down.

“And I’d shout out your name, oh!” Mike gripped down on Dave hard and dragged him down on top of him, squeezing his eyes shut he came suddenly and unexpectedly, “Dave! Dave Dave Dave!”

Dave followed three maybe four thrusts after, being crushed in between Mikes legs he cried out and buried his face between the pillow and Mike’s neck.

They lay there for a few moments, panting, catching their breath, Dave slipped out of Mike and cleaned up, Mike laughed at the image of his come all over Dave’s stomach but couldn’t move himself, he just lay there with heavy lidded eyes.

Dave settled himself back down on Mikes chest with a contented sigh, a sound that was mirrored by Mike as he ran his hand through Dave’s hair, sweeping it back from his forehead, feeling the damp patches at his temple, never feeling more contented.

“…then we’d just lie here like this” Dave began, finishing off their story.

“With my hand in your hair.”

“Me between your thighs”

“And wish we never had to move.”

Dave sighed again, and moved so he could look up at Mike, “and we wouldn’t have to, ‘cause the fic would leave us there.”

“Without the complications.”

“Or the tidying up.”

“Or the dull ache.”

“Sorry.”

“Naw its alright”

Mike leaned down to give Dave a chaste kiss, and smiled up at the ceiling.

“I might love you.” Dave mumbled, drifting off.

“I might love you too. Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“Pass us that cherryade?”

end

#the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #dave brown #mike fielding #mike fielding/dave brown #mike/dave #rps #real person fic

6 notes · View notes

lillaxtrigger · 5 years

Text

Young hope: Chapter 22 (Pt1)

The mountain breeze brushes through a lush valley of elm below; a flock of birds flowing though the winds resting upon their branches. Those same birds swiftly resume their flight when a lime green blaze combusts right in the small clearing below them; the lime flames beginning to take the shape of a pair of people. The fires soon die down, revealing under their burning cover both the young Heylin witch paired alongside the demonic green teen. Letting loose a raspy sigh, the green demon questions how he: “Still don’t know what cracked Drake’s head open to make him think that pairin me up with his bratty bitch of a sister would end as well as a sexy smooth ass.” “This isn’t exactly a pleasure cruise for me either, you know. Almost certain that it’s simply a disguised ploy to get back at me for the times I’ve taunted him with my magical prowess. Honestly, I can’t help if my own skill surpass his.” the witch surmised. “Whatever, just what the hell are we doing here anyway?” “Easily the forgetful and dim, aren’t we Victor? If you paid a single iota of attention to the report, you know that we’re here to investigate the ruins of a lost society.” “Mind at least giving a name, Shen Mi.” Victor asks. “Couldn’t say, even if I wanted to. The report didn’t exactly give any basic details. Could hardly track any trace of history down either. Only a single mysterious gate could found. We could be uncovering a race of time traveling primates for all I know. All that matters is that we search through their ruins to see if they left behind any books or something that tells of their history.” “Guessing your teleportation magic ain’t all you bitch it is, then. All I’m seein is just a bunch a trees and mountains. Ain’t no sign of any ruins anywhere.” “And here I was thinking you couldn’t be any more dimwitted. Of course the ruins wouldn’t be out in the open like this. They’d be hidden away from the public eye; their secrets, tucked under the cervices of this valley. My warping magic was on the mark.” the sorceress enforces, floating away from her demonic partner.

Following the young witch through the mountain woods, Victor asks her that: “If ya say that, then why not just skip the gate and warp right in? It’d be less hell of a hassle.” “Maybe to someone as stupidly reckless as you; but for someone as elegant as I, it’d be just foolish. Who know’s what insidious defenses this unknown race has laid to counter such intrusions.” “Oh bullshit. Like any ruins this old would have any working traps left. You just don’t wanna admit your scared.” “That’s because I’m not.” “Yeah ya are. You just a frightened little brat pretending to be big on the verge of pissing herself. He he he he he.” “Hmph. Someone as so magically inclined such as myself has no need for fear. Even if we wind up triggering such primitive craft, a simple thought would be all I need to tear it apart. Though being so carelessly destructive may wind up putting at risk any historical evidence. Tis why I find it best to practice precaution. Not like you would understand.” Shen Mi enforces, gazing back towards her following partner. “You’re so full of shit. Just all bark and no bite, like the bitch you are.” After briefly chuckling off the insult, the Heylin witch approaches Victor and responds with: “You can be so endearing when your imbecilic.” Shen Mi turning back to continue her floating venture, the green demon lets out an angered huff as he trails after.

Their trek soon leads them out from the edge of the forest valley and facing the base of the tall, rocky mountain. After a short climb up its crag, the two soon come to the entrance of a cave. Inside the duo come to a stop, both facing away from the exit as Victor congratulates the witch with: “Oh wow! Holy shit! I can’t believe what you’ve led me to, Shen Mi!” Before them lay little more than the caverns dead end; Victor’s tone turning sarcastic as he finishes jesting with: “A fucking rock wall! Just a spectacular site! Truly, your navigation skill rival only your powerful magic!” “Ha, shows what little you know. To any simpleton such as you, this would appear to be nothing more than a dead end. But with a gifted eye for the arcane such as I, one can see past its simple illusion.” Prepared to demonstrate the truth in her statement, the sorceress hands begin to glow a shade of lime green; soon putting her magical palms up to her eyes. Opening the middle of her fingers to uncover her site, she casts her vision out to the dead end; revealing beyond its false rock a massive circular gate. Baring upon its ancient steel face be countless interconnecting swirls; blocky wings displayed above the swirls with all of it surrounding a smooth, reflective orb lying in the center of it all. “...Holy fuck.” Victor awes. “I know. Such a simple illusion can’t hope to resist my power.” “...I was going on about the door.”

“No matter. Did you at least remember to bring the key?” the witch asks him. “Tsk, hardly call it a key.” From that response does the demon dig into the satchel hanging off his shoulder, soon pulling out from its debts a rotting severed hand; its aged skin torn and struck with mold. “Still don’t know how some poor bastards jerk off hand is supposed to help us out.” the lime demon questions; the sorceress drawing the hand into hers. “Because, you crude oaf, this is the only biological remnant left of this civilizations existence. Do you know how long it took for the Alliance to find even a single trace of their corpses? Most of this long forgotten society’s remains have either been destroyed or kept away from even the most attune of eyes.” Shen Mi explains, Victor making talking motions with his mouth and hand.

The young Heylin witch then levitates the palm over her head; twirling her hands as she finishes mentioning how: “And at long last, those exhausting efforts shall pay off here and now!” Waving her glowing palms, her lime green magic soon envelopes the decayed hand; her arcane power beginning to bring back life into the corpse. From her enchanting power, Shen Mi rejuvenates the severed hand back to the living; soon hovering its palm over the gates orb.

The resurrected hand causes the orb to erupt a sea of colorful lights, both the demon and witch shielding their sights from the sudden flash. Once their eyes adjust to the heavenly glow; Victor and Shen Mi look to the gate once more; a rainbow of countless colors flowing through the etched swirls of the door. Those colors are soon drawn into the wings surrounding the illuminating orb held in the center; a cavalcade of brilliant lights illuminating the entire caverns behind the two. The orb dead in the center begins to crack; soon growing more and more fractured as the gates luminosity blooms. Finally, the orb shatters; the entire cave cast in a blanket of shadows.

The middle of the gate slowly begins to unveil; an intense glow floods out from the other side. Alongside the light, a primeval gale long forgotten by time bellows out; threatening to expel the duo out from the cavern. Though the demon is able to stand against the raging winds, the hovering witch fails to keep herself grounded; Shen Mi being careened away from the gate. In the midst of her forced flight, the sorceress feels something wrapping around her leg; soon halting her ejection altogether. He sorceress glances out to see herself being kept within the caverns by a thick bandage; the young witch trailing the wraps towards her demonic partner, who hold onto his wrapping tightly.

Soon, the bellowing air comes to a calming close; Shen Mi falling to the cavern floor below as the winds die down. The sorceress regains her composure and levitates off the rocky grounds; gazing ahead to see Victor stepping through the gate. Floating over to her demonic partner, she soon joined in his awe; both Victor and Shen Mi amazed by the wondrous site before them.

Dozens upon dozens of hovering structures overtake their sight that show their numbers to be as vast as the eye can see; taking the form of numerous geometric shapes that twist and bend into one another. All of them sat comfortably over a set of jagged rainbow crystals; some hovering right over the colorful stalagmite, other set high overhead. Set floating through the air spaces be revolving pillars; each piece of the spinning columns twirling in opposite directions. Sprouting from between the crystal below, twisting trees tower over the jagged ground below; some rivaling even the highest of buildings. Perched through their branches be plump fuchsia fruit baring black stripes that twist towards their bases. Above it all laid the bright blue sky, clear as day; countless animals, insects, even a few people could be seen traversing over the transparent ceiling, completely unaware of the shining city below them.

Taking in the overwhelming site all at once, a whistle passes between the demons lips; soon following with: “Hot damn, these guys knew how to make a crazy as fuck city. Bunch of twisting buildins and trees just towering over all this shit.” “Indeed. It’s certainly surprising how this glimmering metropolis has maintained such power and composure through out the countless millennia. Best proceed with caution in this case; their security may still be active.” “And what happened to being too powerful for fear? This place already makin ya shit yerself?” “Just wish to be careful with you at my side. It’s hardly predictable when your bumbling hide may trigger a trap and put us both at risk.”

The sorceress’s bratty insult causes the demon’s snarky attitude to sour; a low key growl escapes from under his breath before he wonder: “Where the hell should we look first?” Shen Mi’s gaze wonders towards the top of the gleaming city, the bizarrely shaped structures growing less cluster the closer they stand towards the top. “The crown of this city looks to be less cluttered than it bottom. It might be best to start at the top and work out way down.” “Sounds like a plan. Race ya!” Presenting this sudden challenge, Victor jumps up to transforms into a falcon; swiftly ascending over the witch and towards the top of the city. Though caught off guard by her partners sudden flight, Shen Mi chase after the green shape shifter.

In their rise towards the lost cities top, the duo skate across the hovering buildings smooth sliver sides; both trailing around the structures corners. Both swerve over and around several décor lying across their flight path; twirling pillars; orbs of foliage, statues depicting various men and women with twisted figures and bizarre body proportions, all of which the sorceress and demon weave through. The race soon leads them coming to buildings far more curvaceous and round; their reflections warping as they glide across across the silver surfaces. Morphing right from a falcon straight into a kangaroo; Victor leaps off the silver structures top and ascends towards the towering tree set along the side. Landing upon the tree’s twisted and warped bark, the green demon forms into an iguana and quickly starts scaling the spiraling wood; the abstract buildings surrounding him slowly changing from silver to bronze. Soon, he finds his smug partner hovering beside him in his climb; a prideful chuckle escaping from her lungs before she pities him with: “It’s adorable how you think you even stand a chance outracing me. My skills in the arcane let me speed by even the fastest of jets. Observe.” Proclaiming such, the witch rockets away from the ascending demon; leaving behind a trail of lime green in her flight. Taking the shape of a hawk, Victor leaps off the twisting tree’s bark to pursues the ascending witch.

He finds the witch soon flying straight through a bronze circle planted along the side of a structure; the oddly placed ring sparking an idea in the demon’s head. Forming back to normal, Victor casts his bandages toward both sides of the ring; the wrappings firming enveloping their shinning steel. Once seeing his wraps holding onto the bronze, the shape shifter transforms into a hulking elephant; swiftly dropping down away from the ring. The demon see’s his newly formed weight starting to stretch the bandages; Victor biding his time until the moment was right. Wait for it…Wait for it.. Just when his wrapping were stretched to a string, the green shifter morphs into a daintily light rat; the sudden change in wait making the bandages fling their master through the bronze ring. In his swift ascension, Victor takes the form of a dove; his wings folded back as he begins rocketing towards the witch. Let’s see who gets outraced now, bitch.

In her flight, Shen Mi witnesses something white streak past; staring on as the pigeon sticks its tongue out at her. Turning back from the astonished sorceress below, the demon looks above to find himself ascending toward a lone structure; its boxed top smoothing out as it drops towards its bottom. Along the side of its bottom be a single hole making up the buildings entrance; Victor morphing back to normal as he careens right through.

Inside, Victor expects to land on solid flat ground and sticks his feet out; soon gazing down in alarm to find himself dropping towards a curved base. Shit! Can’t transform in time! In his flailing panic, the demon tumbles across the insides bronze bottom; eventually coming to a halt right in the center. Rising from the circular floor; he admits aloud how it was: “More of a rougher landing than I hoped. But...” Climbing back up to the way out, Victor peeks out from the hole and gazes down to the city below; shouting to his arcane partner that he: “Hope ya like the taste of defeat, because ya better get used to it!” “Should I?” Hearing a familiar voice at his back, the demon swiftly turns to find Shen Mi floating right behind him. “You fucking teleporting cheat!” “Cheat, me? Sorry, I’m not the one who didn’t set any rules before hastily taking off.” The sorceress poking Victors nose, she hears a quiet growl escape from his teeth.

After showing off her little victory, Shen Mi turns to gaze up towards the rest of the inside. “Now, lets see where we thrown ourselves into.” Floating up from the bottom of the bronze room, the witch find nothing bright blue platforms scattered throughout. Perched atop secluded ledges or hung across the curving wall; no other items or furnishings of any kind harbored within the room other than these blue boards. “Hmm. Rather peculiar decor set through here.” the witch admits. “Yeah, I know.” the demon below her states, leaping up towards one of the ledges. “Ain’t even a place sit in this brown shit hole.” Upon carelessly stepping onto the boards plainly flat surface; the platform beneath him glows a powerful bright light; said illumination rising from the board and flinging the demon up high. Coming back down, Victor is greeted with not the hard bronze floor; but rather comforting recliner. “The hell?” Victor looking to the comforter that he just plopped down onto, a bright smile beams across his face. “He-hey. Now we gettin down to business.” As he sinks into the chairs plush silk, a deep breath leaves past the demon’s lips. “Oh yeah. Forget the parlor tricks you pull. Now this is fuckin magic baby.”

Ignoring her demonic partners insult, the sorceress gazes upon his freshly formed recliner; her attention soon drifting towards a similar blue panel planted upon the curved wall. Hovering over towards the board, she slowly reaches her arm out to it; hesitating just a moment before tapping her finger on its blue surface. With just a single touch, the board shines bright blue; the light from it forming out before the Helyin witch. From its glow appears an asian inspired shelf with carved mahogany dragons acting as the supports. “Just like I pictured...” Closer inspection revealed the dragons along the ends having individually carved scales, making the sorceress add: “Even the details are correct.”

“No question about it.” she hers her demonic partner speak. Turning back, Shen Mi witnesses the green demon grab the new comforter by its base; declaring that: “This fluffy mofo comin home with me.” With all his strength, Victor tempts to lift the recliner from the bronze ledge; finding the chair harder to lift then he imagines. “C’mon…ya damn...chair...” Soon enough, the demon uproots his new favorite comforter from the floor; the sound of shattering stone echoing throughout the room. The victorious smile painted across Victor’s face quickly deflates upon witnessing his new recliner crumble in his arms; the stone blue pieces of the chair scattering along the ledge. Picking one of these pieces off the bronze floor, the demon watches as the shard turns to dust; the rest of the pieces following suit. “Ah dammit! The hell’s this stuff made of, anyway!?” “A question I’m curious of myself. Self constructing material is rather an extreme rarity now a days. Shame we don’t know a way to take it back with us. It’d be effective in slicing our research and development budget clean in half.” Throwing the dust of his destroyed recliner aside; Victor rises from the bronze ledge and wonders: “What else these guys got stashed in their closets.” Questioning such do the duo rise further through the abode; first chamber; ascending through a hole set along the ceiling.

While Shen Mi continues up the rising hallway, her demonic partner ventures away from her side from a fork in the hall. Best to just let him wonder for now. It’s doubtful that a small home such as this would have lenient security. Hell, at worst, Victor might just get himself stuck. Nothing that he can’t be painfully pried out of.

Cementing this in her head, the sorceress comes to a row of bronze buttons set along the smooth bronze walls; her attention baited towards one set at the very ceiling of the hallway. Curiosity taking her lead, the young witch firmly presses it; a hole forming from its middle that leads into another chamber. Floating within, Shen Mi found it to be structured a lot like as cylinder; proving to be smaller than the first room they entered. Strewn about the chamber be blue panels similar to said room, sporting numerous shapes and sizes. Hovering above the smaller one closest to the floor, the sorceress pictures the comfiest, most elegant bed of her dreams and places her palm upon its blue surface. From her touch, the board glows a radiant blue light; the glow reflecting across the shinning bronze chamber. The light soon starts to morph before Shen Mi’s very eyes; the heylin which relaxing over the transforming illumination. Feeling the boards hard surface soften like memory foam, a relaxing sigh leaves her lungs; but the same breath is swiftly cut off when she notices something amiss. Though the rest of her body feels the beds comforting bliss, her legs on the other hand touch nothing but open air. Rising from the mattress, the Heylin sorceress smacks her head against the beds top board; hissing from the unexpected blow. Warping out of the freshly formed bed, she takes a good look of what piece of furnishing she pictured. It looks exactly as she imagined it; lace drapes, dragon sheets, carved flames along the bottom of the frame, the design is perfect to be honest. There’s just one glaring issue with it all. It’s pathetically minuscule, rivaling the size of an infants crib. A result that the witch is not too ecstatic about.

Her frustrated gaze drifting away from the miniature bed, the young sorceress notices another button set in the midst of the curving wall. Floating over towards the bronze button, Shen Mi immediately presses it; the curved walls parting to reveal what seemed like a closet. Very little remained within this hidden wardrobe, say for a few articles of clothing floating along the side. Pulling one of these garments out revealed them to be nothing but simple robes; smaller than the witches own figure. What a dull eyesore. Judging from these horrid rags, this race must have been fashionably ignorant. Such garment aren’t fitting for even peasant’s skin. Held within her palms, Shen Mi ignites the foreign robes in a lime green blaze; the witch throwing the garment back inside the closet for it to burn.

Within another part of the abode; the green demon taps his beak upon a button of his own; a hole forming to reveal a small curving chamber tinier than the one before. Transforming back from a pigeon, Victor jumps straight inside to take a look around; the first site to catch his eye be three forming boards set along the sides of three curved openings. Aside from the one set over the circular mirror, the other two held piping attached to their base. Huh, guessin this place is a sort of bathroom. Just make whatever tub or toilet ya wanna piss in. Doesn’t really tell ya much on how these wierdo’s took shits; not like anything else in his bronze crap shoot. Practically can make anything with those weird morphing planks. Even freaky shit like-... These thoughts causes the demons wicked gears to rapidly turn; Victor approaching one of the boards with a devious giggle.

Hover through the bronze tunnels, the disappointed witch lets out a disappointed breath; her investigation through this home yielding little in terms of historical significance. Almost nothing except shape shifting furniture and hideously dull clothes hiding within this bronze dump. Still, its only one insignificant piece of this deserted city. There still could be some valuable pieces hiding among its cracks yet.

Along her gliding drift, a bright light coming from an open hole catches her attention; the witch floating over towards the source of the glow. No doubtingly that unholy moron messing around. Best tend to him before he winds up crushing his spine...again.

“Victor, seems there’s hardly worth anything within these wall. I suggest we move our search down towa-” she declares while hovering inside. In the midst of her proposition does the witch lay bare to an unruly site, causing a sharp gasp to escape from her lips. “Victor! What is the name of Hera did you do!?” “These transforming board things got my creative gears movin. Little bit of an artistic spark I’d call it. You like it?” Standing beside him be the statue of a bare ass that water floods out from between its cheeks; flowing down to a drain set between its legs. “Very mature, Victor. I’m sure your astounding masterpiece will join the ranks of the Venus de Milo.” After snickering upon the witches sarcastic praise, the demon adds: “Think its great now, just wait til you see what I’ll make of the toilet.” “Just quit clowning around and come on. We got a mission on our hands.” Shen mi demands. “Aw, do we gotta. Still got some stuff I wanna try.” “Now, Victor.” the witch commands. “Tsk! God, fine!”

Leaving the bizarrely built restroom, both the witch and demon drop back down to the bottom of the abode; Shen Mi ready to depart. Looking back up, the sorceress witnesses her demonic partner crawling towards a blue board hung along the wall. “Victor! Come on!” the sorceress orders. “Calm your tiny tits, kay? Wanna see what these assholes watch all day.” “The fuck did you say about my tits…” the witch whispers.

With a single touch of the demons finger, the board starts to emit a bright glow, soon forming out from the wall. Before their eyes, the growing board forms into a plasma widescreen; a small smile forming between the demons cheek. “We need to go.” the sorceress enforces. “In a second.” Victor insists, his finger reach for the button set along the TV’s side.

Right when the green demon pushes the widescreen on, a colorful multitude of bright lights emanates from the screen; accompanied alongside an ear piercing shrill. The harrowing screech bounces across the chambers bronze walls, the metal intensifying the shrill ten fold. Both Shen Mi and Victor cover their ears as the loud scream echoes through the room; the green demon plummeting down from the wall. Victor tumbling to her side, the young sorceress attempts to relay orders to her demonic partner; her screaming demands shrouded by the horrendous shrieks.

Hoping to end the audible agony, Victor rises from the bronze ground; departing his hand from his ear long enough to toss a bolt of lightning towards the screeching widescreen. The bolts course however is unexpectedly interrupted by a blue light; both him and his magical partner gaze around the room to find the forming boards going haywire and rapidly transforming into random, indescribable objects. Taking a second shot, Victor transforms into a giant spring and leaps out towards the ear piercing plasma screen. Ascending across the chamber, the demon swiftly changes into a narwhal; his newly formed horn aimed squarely towards the television. But again, his assault is spurned; a wayward piece of transforming light slamming back down towards the bottom.

Watching as her demonic comrade tumbles back to the curved bronze floor, Shen Mi takes matters in her own hands and rises from the shinning ground; warping away in a blaze of lime green flames. Teleporting to the top of the bronze chamber, the Helyin witch cast a ball of green flames towards the widescreen. Shen Mi soon finds her blazing orbs path tempting to be intercepted by the haywire forming light; the sorceress waving her hands about to redirect her flames path. The witch weaves her cast ball of fire through the rapidly transforming light surrounding her; the boards light drawing closer to both her and Victor. Thankfully, the sorceress enchanted flames strike the freshly formed widescreen; silencing it shrieking serenade once and for all. As its pieces fall to the floor, the forming light surrounding the duo slowly begins to withdraw back into the simple boards.

Uncovering his ears, Victor lets out a relieved sigh as he stands from the bronze flooring. Immediately after does he cast out out a bolt of electricity towards one of the blue boards; the panel shattering upon the bolts strike. “Sure as hell ain’t getting by ass kicked by some fuckin furniture.” “Well, perhaps they wouldn’t have fancied slamming you down like a pigskin if you hadn’t messed around with them like I ordered.” the witch scolds as she descends to his front. “Oh, gimme a break. How the hell was a supposed to know they’d scream bloody murder?”

“It might be a wise idea to skim past anymore of these home. Judging from how empty this one was, well likely not find anything worth a damn in the others.” Shen Mi suggests as she hovers towards the exit. “Aw come on. It can’t hurt to check a couple more of em. I wanna see what else I can make with these weird ass blue boards.” “Now, Victor. Don’t make me force you out.” the witch demands. “Pfft. Like to see ya try.” the demon whispers as he follows. As the two depart from the building, neither notice the board shards behind them glowing an eerie lime green; soon beginning to levitate off the bronze floor.

Descending through the hovering neighborhood of unconventional homes and unusual décor, the buildings surrounding the witch and demon begin to loose their bronze hue; their silver surfaces boasting more complex shapes and size the further they drop down. “So, do you even got a plan on where the hell we’re supposed to go, cause it seems like ya just flying down to whatever?” “Hmph, of course I know where I’m going. Though these sad excuses of abstract art boast no sign to speak of; their size and structure give away their significance. While the unimportant structures take the small form of pathetic regular shapes, the more noteworthy buildings possess much more impressive size and elaborate facilities.” “That’s a load of bullshit. You’re literally just guessing at this point.” “Perhaps. But it’s not too much of a risky gamble to bet on one thing. That the most remarkable buildings always hold the best stuff.” Near the end of her explanation, Shen Mi daintily lands upon a silver surface underneath; Victor having a much rougher landing in comparison. “Such as this one.”

The building they’ve just descended upon boasted a design of more geometric structure; the top sporting a point with a glowing halo set to the tip that draws in bits of light being drawn into it. The triad sides boasting angular corners that bend up and point towards the buildings top; their bottoms curving out until meeting back up dead center at the base to create a sharp tip. Held between the trio of rising points be an oval egg; the light from the halo pulsing through the surface like a heartbeat. The structure entire surface sporting a beautiful coat of shinning silver; the traveling light reflecting off the metal shell. “I’d wager a building this particularly assembled must hold some really good stash. Perhaps we may find some info on this city and the citizens it once held.” the sorceress finishes proclaiming. “And I wager that your full of shit. The only things were gonna find in that artistic nightmare is nothing but garbage and used dildo’s.” Upon that declaration do the duo leap off the side, gliding across the eggs pulsing silver surface as they swoop down. Both the demon and witch soon come to an oval hole set along side of the egg; Shen Mi and Victor swooping right inside.

While the Heylin sorceress floats in uninterrupted, the green demon proves trouble by the lack of solid ground; plummeting down towards the deep curving base below. Victor manages to save himself from the long drop with the help of his bandages, casting forth his wrapping back up towards the buildings entrance. The green demons binds hug the edge of the opening, halting Victors tumbling descent. Having saved his own rugged thick chops from falling flat on the shiny side of the silver platter, the lime green demon gazes back up towards his arcane partner in crime; finding the witch having hardly noticed his fall. “Way to warn me about the silver death pit, ya hoverin bitch! Course, it doesn’t make a damn difference to you, does it?” Though his ranting echo far, they draw not a single response from the sorceress; who simply continues to just hover in place. “Ugh, god dammit.” Victor curses as he begins to climb back up.

Swiftly ascending back to the buildings opening hole, the green demon looks back towards Shen Mi; questioning her if: “Your hearing going from all the magic crap in yer brain or what?” Again, his enchanted partner fails to respond, Victor seeing her doing little but stare out. “The hell you even lookin at any...anyway...” Finally sharing the witches site, the green demons speech stumbles to a halt; finding set before the two a wondrous site.

A boundless silver archive of massive white shelves stands before the two, hung in place by a web of piping overhead; the cases spiraling and weaving all through out the circular chamber. Bits of dazzling light flows through the pipes overhead, the luminescence traveling through the clear tubes and flowing right into the shelves. Within the enormous bookcases sleep countless sliver slates; individually coming alight in response to the glow intake. “God damn.” the demon utter. His arcane partner finally turns to Victor, a smug smile painted across her face as she wonders if: “So, does any of this look like garbage to you?” “Oh, don’t gimme that smug ass shit. That whole “the coolest buildings have the best stuff.” ain’t anything new. Any dumb ass with half a working brain can just explore a big as fuck buildin and find stuff. I on the other hand...” In midst of proclaiming this does Victor pull from his bag a fruit from one of the twisting tree’s outside. “Like to hunt for what I want.”

Just before Victor could take a bite of his plump fuchsia treasure, a lime green flame strikes the fruit out of his hands; the green demon glancing upon his burning grub splattered upon the silver wall behind him. Gazing back towards the witch, he finds her palm smoking lime green; Victor demanding to know: “Jeez! What the hell’s your deal!? You that pissed that I called ya out?” “You really should break the habit of stuffing your rancid mouth with whatever you find, else who knows when such a disgusting practice may spell your end.” “Oh and like you have any clue if it will?” Victor questions. All the witch could give as an answer was a vindicated grin; pointing over towards her demonic partners backside. Glancing behind him, the green demons anger quickly subsides when witnessing the result of the fruits splatter; its juices melting a fresh hole in the silvers surface. Victor looks back towards Shen Mi with a bitter glare; hearing the young sorceress chastise further with: “Seriously, try and keep in mind what you shove in your mouth next time.” Mentioning this does the witch glide towards the white shelves; Victor following as a quiet growl escapes fro his mouth.

Casting his bandages out to the piping above, the green demon swings through the library as his magical comrade slides her finger across the countless slates. Seeing Shen Mi halt her finger upon one of the slates spines, he withdraws his wraps from the pipes and lands upon a hovering cone table; four spherical chairs surrounding the counter. The young sorceress pulls the slate from the white shelves, revealing a translucent holographic page. “So, what do we got here?”Victor questions. “I’m not entirely sure.” Gazing upon the holo page, the witch finds nothing but bizarre symbols spread throughout the screen. “This doesn’t look like any language I’ve seen before.” she adds. “Think it might be alien?” “Perhaps. Though it hardly matters.” Turning over towards her demonic partner, the sorceress holds the slate with a single hand; boasting how: “No language in this or any other universe can hope to keep their secrets against my translation spell, no matter how complex or foreign it may be.”

Bragging such, she begins to demonstrate by hovering the holographic page overhead; her lime green aura enveloping the slate. Her confident sneer swiftly deflatse when seeing the tome start to violently tremble; soon overshadowing her magic in a white light. Right before her eyes does the slate suddenly explode; Shen Mi shielding herself from the flaming pieces. The sorceress soon hears the sound of crude laughter; gazing to her side to find Victor in a chortling fit. “And what are you finding so amusing?” she snidely questions. “Just the fact that your magic finally backfired on ya. Guess the arcane might of the legendary Heylin witch isn’t as great as she constantly bitches.” “My magic skill is always beyond par I’ll have you know. It must have been that stupid holo page. Probably has some kind of privacy protection installed on it. If the rest of them have it as well, then this entire archive is indecipherable. How annoying.” “Oh, of course. Nothin’s ever your fault, is it? You’re just perfect little magician, ain’t ya?” the demon states. “I am. And you prove to be a shining example of gentlemanly charm and boundless intelligence.” “...Fuck you.”

“Back on track. This archive has to have some form of info that isn’t encoded on these cursed tablets.” Drifting further through the shelves, her demonic partners follows with a vindictive glare; the table that Victor once stood upon unfolding its surface to reveal an eye.

Both the young witch and green demon fly through the libraries tight oval corridor; not a solid bit of floor to stand upon below them. Flapping his hawk wings across the silver hallway, Victors eyes soon lock onto another button lying across the reflective surface. Pressing this button with his beak, a majestic glow leaks out from the forming hole; enveloping the front of the demon with its luminescence. Transforming back, Victor stands on the holes circular base, beholding the source of the heavenly light.

Glancing back, Shen Mi witnesses her demonic comrade standing idle, staring upon a bright light like a dumbfounded moth to a crisp flame. “Hey, quit gawking and come on. We don’t have all day.” she orders. Right on that command, the witch watches the green demon leap through the hole; a groan escaping from her lips as she follows after. Gliding inside the curving chamber herself; the sorceress wonders: “Might I ask what’s got you so fascinated this...time?” The sorceress’s speech drags to a halt upon viewing the source of the luminescence; her mouth going agap upon viewing the answer to her question.

Before their eyes stood a pillar of multi colored lights; a spiraling cage surrounding the bottom of the column. “Damn. This make one hell of a backdrop.” Victor compliments. “It might not just be some meager backdrop.” Shen Mi corrects. Both her and the demon approach the stream of light; the witch tracing the symbols flowing down; recognizing them as the same kind of lettering from the tablet. “This must act as a constant feed of information, flowing down through those pipes over the shelves and distributing them down into those slate. The question being what kind of info its gathering?” Victor climbs up to the opening of the cage, proclaiming that: “Only one way to find out.” This claim makes the sorceress turn to her demonic partner, witnessing him lift his hand back over the pillar of light. “Wait! Don’t! You’ll-” Before Shen Mi could warn him any further, Victor pierces his entire arm into the illuminating column. From the pillars rainbow like glow does the demon begin to shake uncontrollably; letting out an agonizing wail as his eyes shine a brilliant light.

Swiftly acting upon her partners rash stupidity, the witch attempts to pull him out from the stream with her magic; soon finding her powers failing to retract him from the column. Finding Victor screams growing louder and his eyes glowing brighter, Shen Mi rams right into him; successfully uprooting his arm from the illuminating pillar. Both her and the demon tumble down the curving silver surface, coming to a halt upon the chambers base.

Victor and Shen Mi slowly begin to stand from the reflective floor; the green demon clasping the sides of his head as he lets out a weary groan. “Have you lost whatever mind you had left in your head!? You don’t just shove your hand in a constant flowing pipe of info like that! Do you want you head to explode!?” the sorceress chastises while rising in the air. “Nrr...Quit screamin so loud. This headache is a monstrous bitch.” “Ugh…Did you at least see anything worthwhile as you were deep inside it? Anything at all?” “Not really. Just a bunch of random words and pictures forcing themselves in my head. Think a good half of it might been porn. Definitely saw some dicks in there.”

In the midst of pondering his visions do both of them hear the slow blare of an alarm ring throughout the chamber; green demon covering his ears from the noise. “Ah! Come the fuck on!” “Just grab onto me to so we can teleport out.” the witch commands. “Fine, whatever. Get me outta here already! Victor complies, grabbing hold of his arcane partners shoulders. The green demon holding onto her, Shen Mi closes her eyes and lets her magic flow through both her and Victor; the witch picturing the floating buildings outside.

The green demon however sees not a single ember of the witches flames in site, Victor urging her to warp: “Anytime now, sister. Tick tock.” To the demons pushy statement does the Heylin Sorceress open her eyes once more; her shocked glare beholding the silver surface of the chamber. “I-...We’re still in here?...We-we should be outside by now...Why aren’t we outside!?” “I don’t know? You tell me.”

Shen Mi’s panicking is swiftly put on hold when both of them realize the curving floor beneath them begins quivering; the demon nearly loosing his footing from the trembling silver. Transforming into a pigeon, both Victor and her arcane partner ascend to the middle of the room, finding the entire chamber trembling; soon witnessing bubbles beginning to arise from the boiling surface. These bubbles soon take the form of what looked to be floating turrets, firing bright symbols towards the hovering duo. Shen Mi blocks the oncoming alphabet with an arcane shield of lime green; the symbols explosive power failing to outmatch the witches magical defenses. Victor on the other hand flies and weaves his way through the barrage of bright letters, glancing back to witness them explosively collide with the silver surface behind them; the smoke parting to reveal the chambers walls holding not a single scratch. Fleeing from the firing turrets, both the sorceress and the demon swoop right out of the bright pillar of light’s glow and takes off down the hallway.

Zooming through the tight oval corridor, a burning question racks against the young sorceress’s mind. “It doesn’t make any sense. My magic skills are beyond all measure. I should be able to teleport out of this bucket of worthless nonsense with no problem!. What’s happening!?” “Chill out bitch. You can have your little panic attack after we bail. Keep focused!” With these words does the witch shake away her panic and confusion, keeping her eyes to the tunnel ahead. Those same eyes see the halls side start protruding large sharp blades that tempt to block their escape. Both Victor and Shen Mi swerve through the countless silver swords as more pop out at the seems.

In his evasion, the green demon witnesses a pair of swords to his front attempt to halt his flight; knowing that stopping is all but wise. Dashing towards the swords, Victor quickly morphs into a tiny mouse ans squeeze right by; feeling not a single sting of their blade. Having passed through the metal gap, the green demon takes back the form of a falcon once more.

The witch’s flight proves to be less of a struggle, blasting through the countless blades with her green flames. In her dash, she soon finds a pair of silver swords threatening to pierce her in a pinching assault; their sharp tips inches from her shoulders. In a blaze of lime green, the sorceress warps out of danger; the twin blades crashing into one another with a sharp ting. Appearing in front of them, Shen Mi continues through; looking upon her palms as she’s relieved that: “Ah, thank Hera. Nothing’s wrong with my magic. But still, what’s keeping us in here?” That moment does an idea pop into the sorceress head, a devious smile stretching across her face. Without so much as a word, Shen Mi dashes towards Victor and snatches his feathered ass right out of the air; soon warping both him and the witch out from the hall of growing blades.

Reappearing between the silver shelves, the duo warp atop the hovering cone table; the sorceress dropping the demonic bird upon the tables polished surface. Transforming back to normal, Victor rubs the spot on his back his arcane partner so hastily seized; letting loose a groan as he mentions: “Thanks for the warning, by the way. Really sweet of ya to nab by feathered ass outta nowhere.” Alas, Shen Mi pays little attention to the green demons sarcastic remark, the witch’s attention baited towards the library’s ceiling. Slowly coating the massive archive from within be a growing cyan barrier; the field inching to trap the two inside by encroaching towards the exit. The sorceress wonders how such a measly barrier troubles her teleportation magic so; the growing cyan wall daring to disrupt her magic and attempting to halt their escape. “Ey! You even listenin? That shit hurt!” Victor wonders. “Come on, we gotta leave now.” the Heylin sorceress orders before dashing away. “Fucking bossy bitch, just ignoring me.” the green demon whispers as he forms in a hawk to follow. As both bolt towards the exit, the table they took off from begins to tremble; its surface opening to reveal a turquoise eye that stares out towards the departing duo.

In both Shen Mi and Victor’s flight towards the exit, the duo witness the cyan barricade growing ever closer to their escape; threatening to entrap them within this accursed archive for all eternity. Threatening to delay their leave, the silver table and its chair zoom right by the two, the witch and demon witnessing it block their only exit as its chairs encircle its side. Revolving around the table, the chairs soon protrude out curving blades from its top; the sharp swords aimed right at the intruders. “Finally, things are starting to get fun.” the green demon declares. “We don’t have any time to mess around. If that barrier closes, we’ll be trapped.” “Jeez, fine. Quit being so fuckin snippy.”

Swiftly dashing away from his magical comrades side, Victor takes charge towards the sentient silver table; trading the form of a hawk for a horned ram and pointing his horns forward. The horned demon slams into the turquoise eye with a hearty tackle, pushing the silver table away. Alas, his retaliation is cast aside; the teal eye launching Victor away with a powerful shove and throws him over the lime green spell caster. Careening through the airs of the archive, the green demon transforms back to his original form and tossing his wrappings towards the piping above. Once his binds have entangle the clear tubes, Victor swings across the silver library. Sweet hell and a half. Piece of furniture’s tougher than it looks. Gonna need something heavier to slam into it with. But how to drop down on its silver ass? Pondering such, the demon’s site soon rises to the top of the silver shelves; finding their roof lead all the way back towards the exit. The gears in his head turning, a devilish smile stretches across Victors face.

Amused on how the table threatens her with its dangerous chair blade, Shen Mi can’t help but admit allowed: “Hm hm hm hm. It’s honestly adorable how this tacky piece of furniture thinks it stands any chance against me.” Enraged by her stinging mockery, the teal eye casts its clawed chairs out towards the young sorceress; responding with: “And that’s just simply adorable.”

With two of the bladed chairs swiftly approaching, the Heylin witch possesses their flight path with her lime green aura and flings them overhead; tossing a ball of flames and blasting the two seats to pieces. After taking care of them, Shen Mi soon witnesses the other pair of seats speeding towards her sides; daring to threaten with a pinching assault. In response to this feeble counter, the young sorceress erects two portal between herself; swallowing both seats in their swirling green space. Having engulfed its chairs within her portals, the witch looks back towards the teal eyed table with a devious smirk. Shen Mi reopens her lime green portals between the defensive piece of furniture, crashing its own sharp chairs down upon the silver table.

Caught in the daze its own seats have caused, a loud call echoes out from above. “Time for the smack down, mofo’s!” Both gaze out towards the roof of the archive, witnessing Victor jumping from the top of the shelves as he transforms into a heavyweight rhino; his white horn aimed right towards the tables eye. Shaking off its dizzy spell, the teal eye attempts to flee from the descending demon; soon realizing a lime green aura keeping it in place. Glancing towards the Heylin witch, it finds her glowing palms aimed right at its surface; the table hearing her sarcastically wonder: “Now what’s the hurry for?” Ensnared within the sorceress’s magic grasp, it fails to escape from her lime green grasp; soon succumbing to Victors slamming onslaught. The green rhinoceros hammers the living table against the curved silver surface, both him and the shinning counter descending down in trail of scrapping sparks.

Rising from the silver furniture wreckage, Victor morphs back to normal to dance upon the gleaming tables remains; laughing upon its destroyed corpse. “Ah ha ha ha ha ha! You really thought that a piece of fucking furniture could beat the shit outta me!? You thought wrong bitches!” “Hey!” he hears his arcane partner call. Disrupting his fresh as fuck dance moves, the demon gazes above with an irritated glare; hearing the witch bitch continue with: “Can you stop making such an ass of yourself for one minute so we can bail. If this cyan shield close in on us, we might not make it out-”

Right in that moment does the descending pieces of broken chair fall over the complaining sorceress; the demon watching as both her and the seats debris crash down onto the smooth silver surface Oh shit! Having witnessed Shen Mi’s unexpected plummet, Victor rushes towards the crash site; hoping that her head injury wasn’t too severed. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. Throwing the seats remains off her body, Victor lifts the sorceress off the silver floor; hearing a weak groan escape from her lungs. Oh thank god, she ain’t dead. Drake probably wouldn’t take it all too well showing back up only to say: “Hey, hate to break it to ya. But your sister’s kinda caught a bad case of head fracturing death. All well, she was kind of a bitch anyway, who the fuck cares?” He’d probably wind up shoving his foot right between the old intestines and colon in the midst of his shit fit.

Though relieved that his partner still lives, he has yet to relax; gazing back towards the exit to witness the cyan barricade threatening to close in. Transforming into a mighty pterodactyl, Victor rockets towards the exit with Shen Mi in his talons. Despite his wings being swift, the barrier starts showing to be swifter; beginning to close up the open hole leading outside. Boasting one final flap, the green demon transforms into a minuscule rat; riding along the witch’s careening body. Right when the door was on the verge of shutting them in, both him and the unconscious sorceress slip right through just before cyan barrier closes.

Dropping out from the library’s entrance, the demonic mouse holds onto Shen Mi’s dress as tight as he can; the Heylin witch plummeting deeper down into the glimmering floating city. Come on, wake up ya sleepin bitch. No better time to spring back awake and stop up from crashing into cold hard silver. In the midst of wishing such does Victor find them swiftly falling towards a silver trapezoid structure. Ugh, fine. Have to do every thing, huh? Releasing his mousy grip from the sorceress’s garbs, the green demon transforms into a vulture and swoop down towards the descending witch. Soon grabbing hold of his unconscious comrades arms, Victor pulls up; gently landing down to the silver surface below.

After saving his arcane partner from crashing down into the sharp corners of the silver structure, the green demon transforms back to look down upon Shen Mi; starting to see her awaking. Opening her eyes to Victors gaze, the sorceress lets out a painful groan; rubbing the top of her head and questioning: “What the hell happened?” “You got bonked on yer noggin by a chair and I had to carry your unconscious ass out.” “Oh, is that all. Don’t think that makes up for your blunder. We got a lot of city to cover, let’s hope your slow hide can keep up.” she informs whilst rising from the floor. Watching as the witch starts to drift away, all that the demon could do was just stand there, dumbfounded over her words.

After a vindictive growl, Victor finally speaks out and shouts: “What the hell is your problem!?” Halting in the middle of the air, the witch turns back towards her demonic partner and asks: “Pardon.” “I flat out saved your sorry ass and I don’t even get a single thanks! Just more shit talkin from your fucking bratty mouth!” “Well, perhaps if you hadn’t started it all by sticking your hands where they don’t belong, I wouldn’t need saving; maybe you’d be worthy of actual praise.” “God! That’s what I’m fucking talking about! I’ve been out here, helping your enchanted ass this whole time with searchin and fightin while you’ve just been doin nothing but berate me on how fucking stupid I am and how much of a magical goddess you are.” “Tsk, as if you’d call that help. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve been causing nothing but trouble while I’ve been doing all the work. Back in the bronze abode with the TV and tripping the alarm in the library.” the sorceress quickly reminds. “Oh, as if your not above makin mistakes; like over at the gate when you nearly got blown away cause you wouldn’t stop floating, or not destroying the chair completely before it smacked against your skull? Honestly, you’re more of an egotistical asshole than Drake is.”

Upon that comment does the witch begin to approach Victor, demand for the demon to: “Don’t you dare compare me to my incompetent brother.” I’ve spent countless years honing and perfecting the magical craft ever since I was a mere toddler. Growing so powerful that my mother entrapped me within a mystic puzzle box in fear I would surpass her. I’ve accomplished arcane feats the likes of which people like you can only dream of doing. That’s way more than what some orphaned freak can muster!”

The last insult takes the green demon aback, silenced by the personal jab as his eyes start to well with tears. He soon break from his hurt gaze and puts on a far more furious glare and says: “You know what…” Victor turns away from the young Heylin witch, proclaiming to her that: “Fuck this, I ain’t putting up with this shit no more.” Watching the green demon stomp over towards the edge of the silver buildings, she demands to know: “Where do you think you’re going?” “Somewhere where I don’t have to deal with your bratty ass bitchin in my ears all day. Gonna just go find shit myself.” Declaring this, the demon jumps off the edge of the roof; the young witch screaming that: “Fine! I don’t need your dirty ass around anyway!”

After the heated confrontation, Shen Mi turns away from where the demon dropped off; her gaze scanning through the city site floating under her. Honestly, the nerve of him. Does he not realize how much of burden he can be? He should count himself lucky to have such a gifted sorceress as a partner. With this in mind do her eyes lock towards a golden spiraling tower with a ring surrounding the middle; surging white light coursing down through the gold. A devious smile stretches across Shen Mi’s face, knowing exactly how to prove such.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

Back again with another Alliance episode. I swear this one won't be as needlessly long as the last one.

Shen Mi and Victor belong to: @princesscallyie

#young hope #lillaxtrigger

1 note · View note

perditaalottachocolate-blog · 6 years

Text

Kill Gabriel!

Summary: Gabriel’s talents and inclinations towards micromanaging the lives of people around him were old news, really. But the time has finally come when he overdid it and soon he’ll find a mob of familiar faces knocking on his door. They want his head. The rest is optional.

A birthday crack one shot for Remasa. She knows why. A huge thank you for the lovely @kellarhi for beta reading this! Hugs! The characters are aged-up, in case it isn’t obvious.

AO3 / fanfiction.net

***************

Marinette stepped into the staircase, gently closed the door behind her, smacked her forehead against the wood and counted to ten. And then...

‘I’m going to kill Gabriel Agreste,’ she confessed to the doorknob. ‘He’ll regret he was ever Hawkmoth, that he ever decided to have a fashion empire, and that he designed those red pants he loves so much... because I’m gonna kick him so hard, he’s going to see all the akumas he caused on the way to hell.’

She paused at that to take a breath, turned around, and almost jumped out of her skin when she met Emilie’s surprised stare.

‘Hi, um, hi Emilie!’ she wheezed, wishing the carpet could swallow her now. ‘What brings you here?’

There was a chance, albeit small, that her boyfriend’s mother suffered from sudden hearing loss and hadn’t just heard the death threat Marinette cast in a fit of anger.

‘I was supposed to have lunch with Sabine,’ the woman replied, ‘but now I think I’d prefer to have it with you,’ she supplied carefully. ‘Was it my imagination or did you mention my husband and Hawkmoth in the same sentence?’

‘You heard that, huh,’ Marinette shuffled her feet. ‘Can you pretend you didn’t?’

A slender hand landed on the girl’s shoulder. ‘First of all, I know you well enough to see that something terrible must have happened, because you’re not a person to throw curses easily,’ Madame Agreste assured her. ‘But I’ve been hearing hints about Hawkmoth since I woke up from the coma. I’ve been reading about him too, but no one wants to tell me what that was all about. Adrien and Gabriel go all red and change the subject. Nathalie says to check the Ladyblog, and Alya avoids me like the plague since I started asking.’

Marinette looked into sincere green eyes, so similar to Adrien’s. There had been an agreement concerning Emilie’s come back. The main point was to never mention to her, what the circumstances of her, ahem, “miraculous recovery” were. But it seemed that the moth was out of the bag.

She sighed in defeat. ‘How about that lunch?’ she offered.

She kept her big fat mouth shut the whole way to the cafeteria. When they found a table and ordered, Emilie looked at her expectantly.

‘Okay now, Marinette, tell me everything starting with the reasons for your outburst at the poor door.’

And Marinette did as she was asked. She started with the fact that as of today, she was unemployed (and possibly unemployable) in the fashion industry because a certain fashion mogul mentioned in an interview that she was his “soon to be daughter-in-law” and “practically already a member of Agreste family”. Then she moved to how he had stated, in that same interview, that: he had already made reservations for the wedding venue; how her wedding dress was coming out nicely, and that thanks to his visionary design, it would “top even royal wedding dresses”; and how the newlyweds would be happy to come back from their “already booked honeymoon” to their “renewed, comfortable and modern apartment at the Agreste Mansion”.

‘But… I don’t understand,’ a very confused Madame Agreste asked after a while. ‘I had no idea you were even engaged.’

A high pitched whine ripped from the back of Marinette’s throat. ‘We aren’t,’ she seethed.

‘Oh. Oooooh,’ Emilie gasped. ‘But what does it have to do with Hawkmoth, dear?’

Marinette took a deep breath. ‘Oh, boy, where do I begin?’

About half an hour, two coffees and quiches later, Madame Agreste rose from her seat and smashed a few bills onto the table.

‘Thank you, honey, for this little talk,’ she turned to Marinette. ‘But let’s go, I believe we have a Gabriel Agreste to kill.’

***

‘We’re going to kill Gabriel A-greste, Gabriel A-greste, Gabriel A-greste,’ Chloe sing-sung as she followed the hail cloud that went under the name of Adrien Agreste to his limo.

‘Chloe, this is not a joke!’ her friend snapped at her.

‘Who’s joking?’ she blinked at him. ‘Do you have any idea how many years I’ve been waiting for this?’

Adrien turned to her, frowning.

‘Okay,’ she amended. ‘Maybe I am joking just a tiny little bit. But I can’t even count all the times I wanted to suffocate your dear old man for how he treated you.’

‘Well then,’ Adrien muttered darkly. ‘You need to stand in line, because as his son I get a go first.’

‘Are you sure though?’ Chloe chirped sweetly. ‘It’s only a ring, after all.’

‘It’s not only a ring, Chlo!’ he finally blew up. ‘It’s a ring, a wedding venue, a honeymoon, living arrangements,’ he counted on his fingers. ‘And let’s not forget all this was mentioned in an international interview before I even got the chance to ask Marinette to be my wife!!!’

The girl winced and looked around. ‘People are staring, Adribear,’ she said conversationally.

‘I don’t care!’ he ranted. ‘I’m going to kill Gabriel Agreste,’ he announced to the accidental audience that had gathered in front of the Hôtel de Ville. Are you with me or not?’

‘Let me just get my gloves,’ Chloe grinned, cocking a hip. ‘We don’t want to leave any fingerprints, Adrihoney.’ Plus it always paid off to keep up appearances.

***

‘I’m going to kill Gabriel Agreste, if that’s okay with you, babe,’ Nino popped his head into the kitchen.

‘Sure, hon,’ Alya sipped her coffee, ‘If you need advice on hiding the body, I heard the Agreste mansion has a great repository at sub basement level.’

Nino snickered humorlessly and sagged into a chair next to her.

‘You know I support you in everything 100% and no matter what,’ the girl reached out to ruffle his hair. ‘But care to tell me where this murderous plan came from?’

‘Apparently Monsieur Agreste wasn’t sure which date to pick for Adrien’s wedding, so just in case he booked three months of my time. As a result I was dropped from Jagged’s jubilee, three large festivals and a movie project,’ Nino rubbed his eyes.

‘Adrien’s wedding?’ Alya raised her brow.

‘Ah, yes,’ he grinned at her. ‘You might want to check Fashionista’s site for their newest interview.’

She had the page loaded even before he stopped talking. ‘Why did no one tell me Adrien proposed?!’ she exclaimed. ‘I was at Marinette’s only yesterday.’

‘That’s because Adrien hasn’t proposed,’ Nino supplied, amused with her agitation. ‘We went ring hunting, like, three days ago but found nothing he liked.’

‘And you’re saying that Gabriel’s idea cost you…’

‘... at least five gigs with great publicity and hmm… great company as well,’ he finished. ‘You know, I’m tempted to borrow Nooroo and make it look like an accident.’

Alya skipped over the interview once again. ‘Wedding dress... the rings... the venue...,’ she muttered, ‘the honeymoon, apartment at Agreste Mansion?!’ she choked on her coffee.

Nino shrugged.

‘C’mon, babe,’ she stood up and poked her finger into his back. ‘We’re leaving.’

‘Where to?’ Nino goggled at her.

‘To kill Gabriel Agreste, of course,’ Alya shot, grabbing her jacket.

***

Nathalie was having a peaceful afternoon. The rush of calls and e-mails after Gabriel’s unexpected interview for the Fashionista had finally died out and she was able to focus on her actual job. Her boss locked himself in his atelier early in the morning and stayed there, which was another bonus. She could enjoy her coffee and croissant snack and get on with her tasks for the day.

That was, until the intercom buzzed angrily.

It shouldn’t have buzzed at all. Gabriel had no appointments, Adrien minded his own schedule - coming and going as he pleased, and Emilie was supposed to get back in the evening.

It also shouldn’t have buzzed angrily. As standard equipment, it was supposed to be able to sound exactly once, and was always the same tone. So was it her imagination that the bell sounded extremely pissed?

Murrrr-derrrr, murrrr-derrrr, it rang in the empty space of her office. Nathalie looked at the screen only to discover a mob of familiar faces staring back at her. They didn’t look happy and apparently the bell shared their mood.

She punched the button to open the gate and rushed to the door.

Scowling, Emilie crossed the threshold first, with an embarrassed Marinette at her heels. Then Adrien ushered the rest of his friends inside. They all looked furious with the exception of mademoiselle Bourgeois who was apparently having the time of her life.

‘Is Gabriel in his office?’ Madame Agreste asked.

‘We’re here to kill him,’ Alya supplied as a way of explanation.

‘Just imagine the pitchforks and torches,’ Nino added gravely. ‘We didn’t have time to shop. Probably gonna use our bare hands.’

Nathalie’s gaze traveled to Chloe who shrugged.

‘Don’t look at me,’ she said. ‘I’m here for moral support and to hold their metaphorical coats. Plus I wouldn’t wanna miss it,’ she admitted.

Adrien rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and Nino mimicked his movement. Then the assembly chose to approach the door to the atelier.

Nathalie stood in front of it and glared at them. ‘Is this about the interview?’

‘That depends,’ Emilie muttered darkly.

‘It’s not about the interview,’ Adrien sighed, ‘but the interview played a vital part in this.’

‘Now move and let us do our thing,’ Alya piped in.

‘I’m sorry but I can’t allow you to do this,’ Nathalie stated solemnly, clutching her pen like a sword.

‘Are you kidding me?’ Chloe called from the back of the mob.

The assistant took a deep breath and fixed them with a scowl so sour they stepped back.

‘If anyone is going to kill Gabriel,’ she announced, ‘it’s going to be me!’

***

Gabriel was quite content with the fruits of his labor that day. He’d advanced on a few designs that were giving him trouble, including the wedding dress. Ah, he was certain Marinette would love the final result. It would be a perfect wedding gift (one of a few actually), and worthy of a “princess” of Paris, as Adrien was calling her. He based the design on Emilie’s wedding dress, artfully connecting past and future into a stunning masterpiece, if he said so himself.

Keeping everything a secret was giving him trouble, but soon his son would finally propose — hopefully with the ring Gabriel had crafted with the young couple in mind. Then, the soon-to-be bride and groom would choose a date, and he would be able to complete preparations.

Having to do everything by himself, without even Nathalie’s assistance, had been really draining. For example— he didn’t understand half of the emails Nino’s agent sent him when he wanted to book the boy’s services for the engagement and wedding parties, and the afterparty for any remaining guests. Creating plans to refresh Adrien’s old room and adjust it to the newlyweds’ needs was another pain in his red clad ass.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. The amount of matters he had to decide upon had been making him dizzy, but he was content that he would spare Adrien and Marinette so much trouble. It was the least he could do for them after he had turned their school years into a continuous magical war. Thankfully, everyone agreed to keep that a secret from Emilie— Gabriel had no doubts she would have his hide if she ever found out.

He checked the calendar. Exactly one month from now, his interview for the Fashionista would be published. He hoped Adrien would pop the question soon enough, so that everything would be ready. He was admittedly a little bit anxious; because keeping the secret had been so difficult, he may have bragged a bit about his efforts to the journalist. But, he supposed, as long as the people involved would do what he expected before the article came out, everything would be fine.

Now it was time to call it a day and get some rest before Emilie got back for dinner. Gabriel turned off his computer and headed to the door only to be stopped by vexed voices on the other side of it. It sounded as if someone was having a hushed argument about killing someone else.

Ah well, he’d accomplished so many great things today, maybe he could perform another good deed. He definitely had a huge karma debt to pay. He opened the door and discovered an angry mob consisting of his family members and their friends, as well as his assistant.

‘Can I help… you?’ he faltered mid-question.

They glowered at him gravely, making him take a step back under the sheer force of their gaze.

‘Someone died?’ Gabriel asked, confused with their reaction.

‘Not yet!’ the Bourgeois girl chirped from the back.

‘Not yet,’ Emilie echoed, putting her hands on her hips and quirking her brow.

Uh-oh. He was in trouble. If only he knew why.

#perdita writes #kill gabriel!#one shot #crack #gabriel agreste #emilie agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #nathalie sancoeur #adrinette #gabrielie #djwifi #humor #ml fic #a birthday gift for #Remasa

144 notes · View notes

irarelypostanything · 5 years

Text

Slice of Life [2]

[Nora]

Though San Francisco was her hometown, Nora was now remembering three things she disliked about the city: The streets were dirty, the drivers were rude, and she was of the opinion that 99% of the city’s inhabitants were sinful self-important jerks who felt that the entire state of California should vote and think like they did. Also, some of the bus lines were kind of sketch.

But inside of this tech building, all of that changed. It was as if her deeply-held feelings of hatred, without anything to attach to, ceased to exist. She felt like a fish taking its first desperate breath after spending a dangerous amount of time on dry land. A weight was lifted, and suddenly she felt…

Her phone vibrated. She saw that it was Dan. Out of nowhere, her hatred completely returned and with a newfound strength.

“Dan, what the fuck do you want?”

“Nora, where are you?”

Nora looked at her friend, who was showing her the open bar and the window setup. They were going to take shots, then see which of them could do better at a random hard level leetcode problem.

“I am sick,” said Nora. “I am extremely sick.”

“You don’t sound sick.”

“I am sick...OF YOUR BULLSHIT! OH!” She and her friend high fived.

“Look,” said Dan, “I don’t know where you are, but we need you. The whole system is on fire.”

“I’ve only been gone for three days.”

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?”

“Oh damn, the signal is really bad here.” Nora tried and failed to make static sounds. “I’m going to have to call you back.”

Her friend filled two shot glasses. “Bottom’s up?” she asked.

“Hang on,” replied Nora, phone still in hand, “are you currently taking job applications?”

[Andy]

Andy had an office now. No one gave it to him. Ever since Erich quit, roughly 50% of the engineers at their site had quit to go to various start-ups. At this point people were just kind of taking conference rooms and converting cubicles to expansions. No one cared. The only manager who gave any of this the time of day had nothing to say, because he had also quit.

“What is wrong with you?” demanded Kevin, who had opened Andy’s door without asking.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’re trying to make a contract with a weapons company. This is the kind of shit we came here to get out of.”

Andy vaped contemplatively. Yeah, you read that sentence correctly. “Kevin, we left our old company because they did nothing but make weapons.”

“No, we left our old company because they made weapons, period.”

“Maybe you did, but I didn’t.” Andy vaped again. “If you dedicate your life and career to nothing but weapons, that’s significant. We’re talking about one contract, one project. Do you believe making weapons is inherently bad?”

“Yes,” said Kevin, without hesitation.

“What about your tax dollars? Some of that goes to weapons. Do you feel bad for that?”

“Well now some of my taxes go to weapons AND I’ll be on a team that helps make weapons.”

Andy vape sighed. “Would you say this is a question of good and evil?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“There is no such thing as good and evil. There is only money, and the people too poor to have an opinion that matters regarding it.”

Kevin frowned. “I don’t think that’s how the quote goes.”

“Here’s another quote: As long as there are two people left in the world, someone is going to want someone dead. Do you know what that’s from?”

“War and Peace?”

“Team Fortress, but the point still stands.”

“I don’t get it.”

“8.7 million. That’s enough to bring our company out of a hole for a long time. Hell, our team would be employed for quite a while longer. And where did you say you interned? A big data company?”

“Yes.”

“What kinds of customers did you have? Ice cream factories? Make-a-wish foundation?”

“Soda companies, biotech companies, disaster relief efforts by the government-”

“The military,” interrupted Andy. “You’d better be goddamn sure the military saw applications in your technology. The same goes for every other big data tech center. I don’t see this as a liability, I see this as an opportunity. There’s a lot, a lot of money to be made. Maybe next time we’ll find an application in biotech, or ice cream, who knows? Right now, though, the most lucrative thing to do with these radios is help the military geolocate their targets.”

“I followed you through demos,” said Kevin angrily, “I followed you out of our old company. I will not follow you now.”

“I heard Dan’s team has an opening.”

“Never mind,” said Kevin, “I’m still going to stay on your team.”

There was a pause. Andy took this opportunity to vape again.

“But I’m still not okay with this!” said Kevin. He slammed the door.

[Jake]

Jake was a hardware engineer, which meant that he basically took crap for everything the second he flipped the on switch and started work for a day. If a career was marred by rough patches, this was a pretty big one. Nothing worked, he was doing 18 hour days, and people were treating him with hostility every time he so much as suggested that things would take more time.

Before quitting, some senior engineer left him with a “completed” project that was just three copy and pasted changes away from a fresh install. Before quitting, some associate engineer had left him with intentionally misleading documentation designed to piss off the software team. Before quitting, some senior manager used his infinite wisdom to appoint Jake onto a team of three other hardware engineers who also knew nothing, and had nothing to work with. The other three had all quit for 6-figure Bay Area salaries. He stayed because his fiance liked inland weather.

“The card will be read soon,” said Jake on the phone to Dan. He muted the phone. “If you ask me how soon,” added Jake, “I am going to punch that smug face of yours and strangle you.”

“How soon?” asked Dan. Dan was a floor above Jake, and he muted his own phone. “Soon doesn’t mean shit, you hardware fucking imbecile,” Dan said into the muted phone.

“We’re having some difficulties,” said Jake unmuted. “Mostly because of your vague fucking instructions that show you know about as much about hardware as I’m sure you know about software. Seriously, I know software. Yours is a mountain of shit,” said Jake muted.

“Jake, I asked your team for this to be done three times. I need it now,” said Dan unmuted. “Last time I went to one of you hardware idiots with a bug, you said it was a software problem. The bug went away after the system cooled off for 15 minutes. Yeah, software problem, you limp dick morons. The 1s need to cool down into 0s. Nicely done,” said Dan muted.

“I’m right here,” said Jake, now next to him. “Figured it would be easier for both of us if we spoke in person.”

#fiction #short stories

1 note · View note

thing-you-do-with-that-thing · 6 years

Text

Boob Tape and Annoying Boyfriend

Pairing: Jenneel

Warnings: *points to the title* + flying remotes! Language. Implied sexual harassment.

Square Filled: Fighting for the remote

Word Count: 2500ish (this was supposed to be a drabble….)

A/N: I blame @becs-bunker for this! 100% her fault! Thanks to @saxxxology for giving me a few ideas that added to this too. This one is written for @spnfluffbingo

Thanks to my Baby Spice @percywinchester27 for betaing this for me on super short notice since I needed to q it before work.

I was actually super nervous about this one so thanks to the amazing @sillesworldofwriting for giving me a second opinion too - also on short notice.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

It had been a long afternoon and evening. Danneel had never been a huge fan of red carpet events. Sure they had been exciting at first, but she had quickly started feeling like she was a zoo animal on display. She loved a chance to get all dolled up, but she could think of a million different and better reasons to get her hair and makeup done, than to waltz around in front of a bunch of flashing lights, trying her best to ignore the crude comments that always came from some of the men.

Today had been especially bad though. Not so much because if the red carpet event itself. Sure the crude comments had happened from some of the male photographers, but she had gotten used to that over the years. It still affected her of course but not to the degree that running into Mark Schwahn had done. Nothing had happened but years of bad memories and auditions being asked to basically strip in front of 5 or more people had rushed to the the surface. Memories and traumas she just wanted to forget.

She knew she hadn’t have had to go alone this time. Jensen was home and he had offered to come with her, but their relationship was still newish, even if they had been friends for years. She wanted them to have a chance to just be the two of them for a while before the rumor mill started. It wasn’t like they were careful to not be seen together. They were both tv actors and they weren’t recognized that often, plus they were friends. They had gone out to lunch and dinner before they started dating, so she wasn’t overly worried about people finding out before they were both ready. If he had gone with her today, it would have been like announcing their relationship to the world and Danneel was scared what that would mean to the two of them. They had both been in public relationships before, but they were both very private people. Actually one of Jensen’s relationships had ended because the woman he was with didn’t share his views on what the rest of the world needed to know.

Danneel loved Jensen, and she wanted what they had just started building together to last. She didn’t want him to think she needed or wanted him for anything else than the amazing, loving man she knew him to be.

Right now she wasn’t thinking about Jensen though. She just wanted to get out of her damn dress, wipe off her makeup and relax with him on the couch. Well, maybe she was thinking about Jensen a little bit, but her annoyance with the zipper on the back of her dress that she couldn’t reach, was winning the competition for her attention at the moment.

“UUURGH!” Danneel exclaimed, kicking her bed. Her body was aching from unsuccessfully trying reached the stuck zipper at the back of her dress.

“Honey, are you okay?” Jensen’s footsteps sounded on the stairs. Great! She had wanted to shower and order pizza before he showed. Why did he have to always be annoyingly punctual?

She knew she could talk to him and she might have if they had still just been friends. She might have broken down in tears and told him about everything she hated about this town, but he wasn’t just her friend anymore. Their relationship was still new and she didn’t want to lay all of this on him. She didn’t want him to see her as some poor girl he needed to protect. It wasn’t who she was, so she pushed it all down and held it in. Maybe someday she would tell him, but not today.

“I can’t reach the stupid zipper,” she sulked, not even bothering to say ‘hi’ when Jensen showed at her bedroom door, a cheeky smile spreading across his stupid, handsome face.

“Well, sweetheart, I happen to be an expert in undressing you,” Jensen drawled, making Danneel roll her eyes at him, but she turned around allowing him to help her out anyway. It was easier than to get a crick in the neck trying to get it herself.

“I would have come with you, you know?” Jensen’s voice softened as he worked on unsticking the zipper.

“I know. You didn’t have to… I’d rather just have a movie night with you tonight,” she sighed. “I just want to get out of this dress and get this damn itchy tape off and curl up on the bed,” she grumbled, trying to scratch beneath her boob, which didn’t make Jensen’s job with the zipper any easier.

“You look amazing, if it helps,” Jensen tried, but for some reason it only added to her annoyance. He was the one person she wanted to impress wearing all of this, so she wasn’t sure why his words rubbed her the wrong way. Right now everything just seemed to get to her. She stepped away from him when she felt the zipper slid down her back and away from the kiss he was pressing to her shoulder.

“I’m not in the mood, Jensen,” she glared back at him, ignoring the confused look on his face. She barely heard his apologies, telling her he wasn’t trying to do anything. She was too busy worrying about the part that was bound to come next. Getting off the damn tape.

Danneel was comfortable around Jensen. And her little outburst aside, she knew that he wouldn’t mind her undressing in front of him. He never expected anything from her the way most other men she had dated did. She knew he loved her and that it wasn’t just about how she looked. Subconsciously, that stayed with her even if she was in a bad headspace at the moment, so she didn’t think twice about dropping her dress to the floor and stepping in front of the mirror.

She took a deep breath preparing herself, but before she could start removing the tape from hell, Jensen’s voice sounded again. “You need help with that too?”

Danneel’s head whirled around to see Jensen playfully wiggle his eyebrows at her. Had it been any other day, it would have made her smile. Blush even. But today his remarks and flirty behavior only seemed to anger her.

“Could you stop? You’re not actually Dean, you know?” Danneel hissed at him and Jensen’s face instantly fell.

“Dee are you okay?” He enquired, but she was still too worked up and caught up in her own head to hear the genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m fine. I just hate these fucking things,” she grimaced as she slowly started peeling at the side of the tape, not really paying attention to her boyfriend any longer.

“Come on. It can’t be that bad,” Jensen spoke, and Danneel practically felt like fumes were coming from her head now.

“How about I tape your balls and you tell me how it feels removing it, Jensen?!” Danneel snapped, as she stared him down through the mirror. The logical part of her knew he was trying to help and cheer her up, but it wasn’t the logical part of her that was in control at the moment. She was furious but not with him. It had just been a bad day and he was the nearest target. She wasn’t being fair and she knew it. She was simply too angry to care.

Jensen subconsciously covered his crotch with one hand as he stared at his girlfriend like she had been possessed by a demon. “You wouldn’t….” he started but was cut off by Danneel grabbing the roll that was still on the vanity.

“Try me, Ackles!” she warned, waving it at his face. The small smile that appeared on Jensen’s face only served to anger her more. She knew he found her cute when she was angry. He had told her time and time again, but right now she didn’t want to be found cute. She wanted him just stop trying to make her feel better and let her be pissed.

“Oh come on, honey. That’s not the same. I got hair down there,” Jensen grinned and Danneel rolled her eyes so hard they actually hurt.

“Yeah and I am just pulling my skin clean off here. Can you get out! Order a pizza or something,” she threw the roll back onto the table and went back to ignoring him. Jensen sighed, backing up towards the door but couldn’t help chuckling at her carefully peeling the tape.

“Just rip it off babe. It’s like a band aid. You’ll…” he started but was cut off when the remote that had been on the nightstand beside her vanity, crashed into the wall next to his face. For the first time, Jensen seemed to actually react. His face went from complete shock to anger in seconds. “Jesus Christ, Danneel!”

Danneel felt the tears press against her eyes and she wanted to run to him and apologize. She had no idea what had come over her. She hadn’t been thinking and she most certainly never wanted to do anything to hurt Jensen.

“Can you just leave?” Her voice was frail now and as much as she wanted to be alone she hoped he wouldn’t go. She hoped he would stay; pull her into his arms and promise her that everything was going to be alright between them. Only, he didn’t.

“Don’t worry. I’m going,” Jensen sent her a hard glare before he walked out the door and down the stairs.

By some miracle, Danneel managed to hold herself together long enough to get the damn tape off her body. Not without a few sobs escaping her, but at the very least she didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. Not until she stood under the hot stream of the shower and everything hit her. She had been such a bitch to Jensen, when all she had really needed all day was to be with him. She had taken her bad day out on him, when he had tried so hard to cheer her up. She couldn’t lose him. He was her best friend and the love of her life. Even in the few months the two of them had been dating she had come to not being able to picture a life without him anymore. She cried, no longer over the stares and crude comments at the red carpet event, but over the fact that she had taken everything out on the one person that never treated her or anyone else with anything other than complete respect.

Her eyes were still puffy and red when she emerged from the bathroom, only wearing panties and one of Jensen’s shirts he had left at her place. She was drying her hair not paying attention to anything in the room. The least thing she had expected was Jensen sitting on her bed waiting with her favorite beer and pizza on the table next to him. So when he spoke, she jumped and a small scream fell from her lips.

“This is my favorite look on you just so you know,” Jensen quickly held up his hands when she was startled by his voice. “Sorry.”

“Jay…” Danneel’s voice broke and she teared up again at the sight of him. She didn’t hesitate for one second to drop the towel she was holding and run across the room, jumping into the bed when he opened his arms inviting her to him.

“C’mere.”

Danneel wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder. Jensen held her tightly against him, running his fingers through her still moist hair, trying to soothe her. “I’m sorry,” she muttered.

She felt Jensen give her a small squeeze, before pulling back to stroke the hair away from her face. “Don’t worry about it,” he said honestly, before a teasing grin spread across his face, “you got terrible aim, Dee.”

“Shut up,” Danneel pouted and gave him a small shove, making Jensen laugh. This time it was contagious. She cuddled back up to Jensen, letting him pull her to lie down on the bed with him.

“Rough day, huh?” Jensen rubbed shooting circles on her back as she clung to him. She nodded quietly. She didn’t want to relive it right now. She just wanted to be with Jensen. She needed to be in his arms and to forget that the world outside her front door existed for the evening.

“I thought you left.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and tears pressed against her eyes once again as she spoke. The fear of losing him still lingering within her.

“I did. To get pizza and let you cool off,” Jensen answered, looking down at her to realise just exactly what she had meant. “Hey no,” Jensen wrapped his arms tightly around her again, resting his chin on top of her head, letting her sob against his chest. She needed to get it all out and he knew it. “I won’t leave you DeeDee. I love you. It was a stupid fight. Barely. You’re not getting rid of me that easy,” he spoke softly, while she cried. He tenderly pressed a kiss to the top of her head and one to her lips as she looked up at him.

“Jensen I am so sorry. I was way out of line. How I am feeling is not your fault. I know you tried to cheer me up and I… I could have hurt you,” she rambled, before Jensen shushed her, softly pressing his lips against hers.

“I know. It’s okay. We’re fine,” he said looking deep into her eyes, letting her know that he meant it. “Besides, a pretty girl promised me movie night and making out in bed,” Jensen teased trying to lighten the mood. He her blush like he often did and smile through her tears.

“Well she broke her remote,” Danneel muttered, playing with his shirt. Jensen chuckled, giving her another soft squeeze before pushing both into a half sit, so he could reach the remote on the bed stand next to him.

“Well her awesome boyfriend fixed it while she was in the shower,” Jensen winked, loving how she lit up.

“Really?”

“Really. Does this mean I get to pick the movie?” Jensen asked, playfully trying to keep the remote from her reach but she moved faster than he had expected, easily snapping it from his hand.

“Not a chance in hell, Ackles,” Danneel grinned, feeling better with the prospect of an evening in Jensen’s arms, watching chick flicks and eating pizza.

“That’s my girl,” Jensen grinned proudly, pressing a kiss to her cheek, before moving the pizza to rest between them and opening the beers as she started looking for movies. No matter what the world might throw at them, in that moment they both knew they would make it through. Their love and care for one another would always be there. Their love was one of a kind and they would do whatever it took to make it last forever.

Please reblog; help me spread my work - Leave a comment. Feedback is fuel

Padackles Tag Team (Jenneel and Jarevieve)

@mrspadalackles @roxyspearing @blacktithe7 @atc74 @mogaruke @crushing83 @theoriginalvick @jensen-gal @mysterious-398 @ericaprice2008 @adriellej @ashleydivine @percywinchester27 @becs-bunker @queen-of-deans-booty @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @smoothdogsgirl @ryantherandomhero @sillesworldofwriting @docharleythegeekqueen @mysupernaturalfics @evansrogerskitten @mrswhozeewhatsis @carryonmyswansong @thelittleredwhocould @super100012 @opeeta @cassieraider @lonelygoldheart @jayankles @ambermei @oneshoeshort @grace-for-sale @speakinvain

#spnfluffbingo #jenneel #Jensen x Danneel #jensen ackles #danneel ackles #danneel x jensen #jensen imagine #danneel imagine #jenneel imagine #spn imagine #spn rpf

192 notes · View notes

hamstermastersamster · 6 years

Text

Aww man, Voltron S7. General SPOILERY observations under the cut:

- 13 EPISODES AAAAAAAAAA - I binged them all in one stretch and I’m not even sorry.

- Oh, Dreamworks. You were so close. But it still counts as Bury Your Gays if you kinda split them up before you kill one of them :’( Disappointed.

- Once I caught wind of that Shiro revelation I was really looking forward to a good feelsy reunion once they reached earth and it was totally denied. We don’t even get to know more about this relationship, or what Adam was like as a person, or how he felt after Shiro took off for that last time and then was reported dead. These missing holes are always so frustratiiiiing grrrrrrr!

- Please for the love of god now hook Shiro up with some cute garrison officer or resistance fighter between seasons. Let him rest, let him love.

- I enjoyed seeing the brotherhood between Shiro and Keith develop in ep 1, but the other revelation about Shiro being chronically ill (I feel you, bro) was really odd. I’m all for characters with chronic illnesses that they just gotta Deal With but this disease has literally never been mentioned or its impact seen ever again. Not throughout the entire season, nor ever referenced by Shiro and Keith in seasons prior. Did the galra cloning process eradicate it? Is it just gone now? All the physical stuff he’s done right up until the final episode, he still seems at pretty peak condition to me!

Of course, maybe he’s just a Chronic Illness Icon and extremely good at pretending to be abled. God knows the poor dude has got enough else going on visibly (PTSD, amputated arm . . .), maybe he just told his invisible illness to piss off and deals with it without mentioning it ever (life goals right there).

Whatever, it’s weird. Chronic illnesses are called that for a reason - pls don’t drop ‘em in and then forget they exist.

- I think that intro threw me off ‘cause the season intro felt slow to me, without providing the meaningful post-S6 character moments I think we all wanted (or I wanted?). I wanted Shiro team hugs, to hear his feelings about Kuron beyond that, granted, hilarious one liner about his evil clone, to see if HE WAS OKAY MENTALLY but, as Romelle kindly points out, we all just move on again. There were 13 eps this season, there was room for this important shit!

- Okay, I laughed a lot at the obligatory comedy episode this season. Parody!Lotor made me piss myself and I never want to see blushing Haggar again.

- Zethrid/Ezor shippers, do your thing. I was glad to see Lotor’s generals get some much needed time for their characters to shine.

- Feels latched onto me from the lost in space ep and never really let me go from there. Until that point I was feeling like I could maybe watch this season in a few sittings. But team bonding is my jive, and . . .

- POST-APOCALYPSE EARTH IS ALSO MY SUPER JIVE OH SHIT. It’s like they knew what was in my heart. Everyone who knows me knows that I live for this crap and I never get tired or stop feeling emotions at the sight of our civilisation in ruins and brave desperate human factions trying to correct that :’D

- At first I thought the world’s reaction to Sam’s global broadcast was so simplistically naive. Like, based on today’s situation I’m pretty sure nations would immediately accuse each other of a) lying, b) developing superweapons to bolster their own power and take over the other nations, and c) start world war 3. But Veronica later says that WW3 has already happened on this Earth, and the garrison seems to be just one site for an international military organisation, so I’m gonna assume we’re at the point of worldwide peace, an enlightened human race and international alliance, and let it slide.

- Speaking of, SO MANY GREAT MINOR CHARACTERS WTF?! The cute MFE cadets! Veronica! Resistance fighters! And the usual effortless unspoken Voltron diversity in the garrison troops and the resistance fighters is so refreshing and fills my heart with joy. Women and PoC are just allowed to exist in the Voltron world without having to justify their presence or be a plot point or serve the white dudes of the series. They can be good, bad or nothing special in between and why isn’t this the basic standard of entertainment oh my god. It makes it doubly frustrating that they didn’t give Adam his due, gdi.

- I just really enjoyed watching Earth fall to the galra and the level of detail lavished on establishing that was, for once, just right. To the point that I didn’t even realise we’d gone a few eps without seeing a single Paladin. Sam Holt’s a good egg.

- The Hunk focus was welcome. The Hunk/Keith hug gave me life. Aw, Keith. You should do the emotional support thing more often. You’re getting better at it, honey.

- In general the Paladins w/family thing was super cute and cathartic after they’ve been away from home for so long.

- Like, I know there are a couple of ‘problems’ (arguably charming characteristics) of Voltron writing, that some people can’t stand. Like overengineered space problems for the protags to overcome (it took 2 Lions like, 30 seconds to take out one cannon in the end, WHY DICK ABOUT WITH THE REFLECTOR THINGIES AT ALL), or the deus ex machina (Coran you literally FORGOT you had an all-powerful crystal hanging from your damn neck and the base got exposed for NO REASON), or extremely delayed realisations of how a problem can be overcome while the audience is literally screaming at the screen (CALL YOUR DAMN LIONS IN THE CELLS GUYS DO IT DO IT NAO).

But I can’t lie - the way these scenes always get presented on screen in this series, with that incredible soundtrack making your heart race and the constant sense of urgency and danger, it really gets my blood going. I will defend its silly space antics until the day I die.

- I’m really glad Admiral Sanda got to redeem herself. She wasn’t a bad person, just had too much pride and bad solutions to an admittedly shitty problem.

- Man I really hope not too many garrison peeps got crushed by moving sections when the Atlas transformed, lmao

- Damn, the Atlas mecha is THICC

- Voltron needs a serious upgrade. It can’t keep scraping through fights like this and needing loads of help, surely.

- I’m so incredibly glad they didn’t end on a cliffhanger. There were moments toward the end where I couldn’t remember how many eps I had left and I kept thinking they were gonna leave us in the lurch. Thanks, Dreamworks.

- All in all, not as great as S6, but as usual I had a good time and lots of feelings and I feel good about how it ended.

#voltron #voltron spoilers #voltron s7

5 notes · View notes

rofics · 6 years

Text

Come Together pt 7

Bts gang au x hybrid reader and friend

Warnings: cursing as usual, banter, barely a suggestive theme

http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171297480797/come-together-pt-8-bts-gang-au-x-hybrid-reader-and

I wake up in the middle of the night, something happened in my dream that felt like real life. Jungkook's back is turned to me, still fast asleep. I slowly peel the covers away from my warm body, cool room air kissing my skin. I gently stand up, tip toeing out the door. Everyone one else is also asleep, so I tip toe down the stairs as well. I sniff the air, something's off, there's a didferent scent. I turn the corner and see Eli standing there in the kitchen.

"Brother? Why are you here?" I ask, barely a whisper but he hears me clearly.

"Jax is planning more attacks on you, I plan on exposing myself to your friends tomorrow so I can help you. I can't stay in the shadows anymore. I can't bare to see you getting hurt" he replies in the same volume. Before I can get a response out he vanishes into thin air, now how in the hell does he do that? I sigh, walking to the cabinet to get a glass and fill it with water. I take a sip, keeping the cup near my mouth, breath fogging the glass.

'More attacks huh? That's just crazy..' I think, fingers ghosting over my stomach. 'Maybe having an extra person will help? Eli was also great at hand to hand combat, even better than me. But would he be accepted? They know he's alive..but he has worked with Ayden' the thought continues and I sigh again, dumping the water out into the sink. I dry it off and place it back in the cabinet, turning around to go back to bed.

"Damn Bee, give me a fucking heart attack why don't ya!" I seeth, not hearing her enter. Fucking rabbits are stealthy as shit.

"Sorry..I heard whispering and had to check it out, just doing my job" she replies, shrugging her shoulders.

"I think Eli would be a good addition..especially since he's not evil" Sacha adds as I walk over to the couch, plopping down dramatically.

"Yeah, I just don't know how I'll deal..it's been 10 years Bee, you know how I get around people I haven't seen in a while. He's even my twin for crying out loud!" I mumble, leaning my head on her shoulder so she rests hers on top of mine

"I know Jinx, but maybe it'll be good! He was like my brother too ya know" she adds and I give her a side hug. Sacha was an only child, so we were basically related with how close we were.

"We'll see what the guys think, since Eli would have to protect them as well" I murmur, lifting my head up. She nods, taking my hand as she stands up. We walk back up the stairs, feet making no noise as we part ways. I slip back into bed, snuggling into Jungkook's back as I try to go back to bed. I can't sleep so I just lay there, brain thinking of different ways tomorrow can end.

I must have drifted off to sleep at some point because I was being shaken awake by Sacha. I can be pretty scary if I'm woken up in the wrong way (true story, i hate being woken up by other people)

"What time is it?" I mumble, shileding my eyes from the piercing sun drifting through the blinds.

"It's around noon, I know you didn't get any sleep so I advised Jungkook not to wake you in the morning" she replies, sitting on the edge of the bed. I groan and stretch out my stiff bones, joints popping back in place as I sigh happily. I flop to the side of the bed and kick my legs like a child

"I don't wanna get up..the bedy is coomffyy" I whine, rolling around. Sacha sighs and shakes her head

"Okay, there are other ways to get your butt downstairs" she threatens, and I grin at her. I hold my arms out, wanting her to pick me up. Thin and tall or not, she is a hybrid with extra strength. She places an arm under my back and legs, mine wrapping around her shoulders. I let out a whee as she lifts me up, walking out the bedroom in a bridal style. I start humming the 'here comes the bride' theme as she goes down the steps. When we come into view of the kitchen I strike a pose and laugh. I'm plopped onto my chair and I pout

"That's no way to treat your spouse" I tease, poking my fork at her to which she pokes her tongue out. I dig into my food, chewing happily as we chat. Mid chew I get that weird feeling in my stomach when Eli or Ayden are about to appear and I swallow my food forcefully.

*knock knock knock*

They ring through the house and Sacha stares at me 'this soon?' Her look screams and I send her back a confused eye look.

"I got it" I mumble, pushing my chair out and sucking in a breath. There stands Eli, in casual clothing, splitting image of me. I step to the side, motioning him in. Everyone got curious so they all filter out into the living room. Namjoon wasn't surprised, nor was Jimin since he knew that Eli wasn't a bad guy but the other guys didn't know. Well except maybe Yoongi, dude knows everything. Everything. Eli coughs, clearing his throat

"Hello Bangtan gang, my name is Eli L/N, younger twin brother of Y/N. I know you may think I'm evil but I'm the opposite, I was promised a reunion for working with Ayden. I can also provide extra protection if needed" he introduces with a small bow. I glance between Eli and bts, not knowing what will happen but ready to step in if fists fly.

"It's nice to meet you officially Eli, I'm Namjoon, or RM by my leader name" He replies, holding out a hand that Eli takes in a firm grip.

"Why are you appearing all of a sudden now?" Jin questions, stepping next to Namjoon.

"Simple, for Y/N. I heard what happened with that bear, a maniac but genius witch Jax escaped a maximum security magick prison and has some kind of vendetta against hybrids. And somehow he has something against Y/N as well, hence the attacks everytime you go out. I even have some leads and the same exact skillset as Y/N" Eli defends, inner Malamute coming out. Jin looks at Namjoon, the younger returning an unwavering look. What Namjoon says, goes.

"Yoongi can pull up facts if you need to be reassured. In fact, I think all of you should know the hidden truth" Namjoon speaks, rubbing his temple. I pat his arm, poor guy. We all sit down, Eli standing at the end of the couch.

"The gang confrontation with Tae the first time we met Sacha and Y/N was staged. My father has been behind a lot of the unfortunate things happening. He was the one who helped Got7 kill their families, wanting the power all for himself. He kept eyes on all three of them, thwarting every plan Eli ever had to try and reach out to Y/N. He even payed Jaebum to date Sacha in order to get information out of her, it didn't work of course because our Y/N here is one hell of an obstacle to get by. I think father even had something to do with Jac, but that's just an assumption. Long story short, Eli isn't evil, he only played the part. And I agree to have him help" Namjoon informs, going full on boss mode. I shivered at the site, dude does it pretty damn well.

"So I got my ass kicked for nothing?" Tae questions, face in a frowny pout.

"Unfortunately Tae, but me helping you was genuine! Nobody hurts my cuddle buddy!" I pipe, throwing fake punches.

"If Bee is okay with it, I'm fine with him joining. She is our other protector after all" Hoseok adds, standing next to her. 'Oh. My. Gosh!!!! He called her Bee!!!! The ship has sailed, repeat; THE SHIP HAS SAILED' I scream to myself, biting back a smile.

"Of course I'm fine with it, we grew up together as well. I'm an only child so these two are my siblings" She says, nudging Hoseok's shoulder. My tail wags happily at the sight, they so cute!

"I guess I'm okay with it, but I will use my elder status if you mess up" Jin states, looking at Eli who holds his hands up in surrender.

"Oh you won't have to worry about him if he messes up, I'll take care of it" I warn, putting my fists up again. Jin chuckles and tousles my hair.

"Kook? You okay with it?" I ask, turning to look at him with my best pouty eyes. He stares at me so I turn my ears downwards, the finishing move. He shakes his head at me, breaking into a smile and nods. Sacha sends me a look of disbelief 'that boy is so whipped for you omg' her eyes say and I blush sending her a 'nah, I'm just cute as fuck' look back. She rolls her eyes, the universal whatever. The next few minutes were a bit awkward, us just sitting in silence.

"We don't have an extra room though, I just remembered that" Jin mutters out of the blue and my hand shoots up.

"I can sleep with someone! I don't mind a bit, or someone can sleep with me and move their things into my room" I offer with a smile, tail wagging in excitement.

"I could move into your room and Eli can have mine" Jungkook speaks and my eyes go wide. 'Oh the possibilities..wait brain no! Bad brain, no dirty thoughts!' I think, scolding myself.

"I can agree to that as long as I get Y/N some nights for cuddling, they're the best pillow" Tae chimes in and I smile at him

"Of course! I need my Tae pillow too" I reply happily, I really do love all of this attention.

"Since you're new blood you gotta help Kook move Maple boy" Sacha demands, using Eli's old nickname.

"Holy shit I forgot about maple boy!" I laugh, pointing at Eli to which he pokes his tongue out, ears twitching.

"What's maple boy?" Jimim asks, staring at us as we lose our shit.

"When we were younger, this dumb ass ate/drank a whole bottle of maply syrup to get out of training" Sacha snorts and I laugh harder.

"Coach was so pissed at him, he still had to train!" i roar, tears forming in my eyes, holding my side.

"I've never eaten syrup since" Eli shudders, looking out the window dramatically.

"Oh you're gonna hate pancake day" Hoseok says with a smile as Eli looks at him in horror.

"Namjoon I appreciate the offer but if there's a pancake day I must go" Eli tells the leader jokingly, pretending to get up and leave. He makes Namjoon chuckle, baby bro is just like me! Who wouldn't be able to love a Malamute? Have ya seen one? We so cute and fluffy~ Jin seemed to be the only one unimpressed which made me sad, should I talk to him? The others however, are opening up a lot quicker than I expected. They sure are trusty for a bunch of "gangsters", notice how I put the quote around gangsters.

"Well if I am going to be living here is it okay if I get some stuff? I wasn't expecting to be accepted by you so quickly RM" Eli says with a sheepish grin.

"Namjoon is just fine, only other gangs call me RM" the older replies, returning the smile. Eli shuffles out of the house awkwardly, getting into his car I assume because how else did he get here?

"I'll go get my stuff ready" Jungkook states, getting up from his seat.

"I'll help! Eli will probably be a while, plus I have to my stuff around to fit yours" I add, jumping up. We head up the stairs together, entering our rooms. I walk into the closet, moving my clothes close to each other and placing my shoes in the same area. 'I guess I'll have to rearrange some furniture so he can have a dresser' I think, trying to map out a plan. I'll put mine in the left corner, then place his on the wall next to the closet. I slide the dresser over with ease, walking over to Jungkook's room. He's seperating his clothes on hangers for easy transport. I lift up his dresser and calmly walk back to my room, placing it down gently.

"Wow, that thing is fucking heavy and you moved it by yourself?" Tae asks, leaning against the door frame and I nod.

"Did you forget how strong hybrids are Tae? Do I need to remind you?" I tease, pinching his cheek.

"Yah, I'm older than you" he scolds playfully and I pinch his cheek again, making him fake glare. It doesn't take much time for Kook to change rooms, both of our things merging pretty well.

"Make sure to clean your bed, I'd hate for Eli to find something not pleasant" Jimin teases, coming up the stairs. 'Something unpleasant? What would be..oh, oh! Oh ewwww!!!' I think, face scrunching up

"Tmi guys, tmi" I mutter, shaking my head as Jungkook stares at the ground in embarrassment. (I'm jokingly talking about jizz on the bed)

Eli's car pulls up again, this time right by the front door, that was fast. He came in with a few duffle bags and two suit cases, guess he didn't need any furniture.

"Thanks again, I won't let you down" Eli promises, crossing his heart. I show him where everything is, and who's room is who's. His eyes light up about the arcade, I only learned from the best, and the best is Eli.

"Fancy a healthy sibling rivalry of air hockey?" Eli asks, mischievous smile etched on his face.

"Oh hell yeah! I'm gonna smoke you!" I retort, racing down the stairs into the basement.

"Oh no, those playing games gets very hectic. Watch your genitals and fingers, those always get attacked" Sacha warns, following Y/N down to the basement. You can see them gulp, hands cautiously moving to their privates.

*crash*

"Did you have to hit it that hard??!!!"

"I'm sorry!! I got excited!"

*sigh*

"What have you done Joon?" Jin asks, sounding like an old man.

"I mean, they are Malamute siblings, what'd you expect?" Jimin questions Jin, giving him the side eye.

"I don't know..guess I'm still in denial about the whole uncle kim thing..and about Eli being a good guy" Jin confesses, staring at the basement stairs.

"He's telling the truth, I won't lie, he came to me when I was in the office and I put him through the hardest lie detector tests I could think of, like Hoseok level hard and he passed. We also have Y/N if he acts up" Yoongi says, staring at the oldest who sighs, wide shoulder sagging.

"Okay, I'll try to get to like him. How bad could he be right? Like a different Y/N?" He asks himself

*bang, thud*

"Really?! You're gonna tear the whole place down at this rate!"

"I said sorry!!"

"Why do I even bother?" Jin whines, Jimin patting his shoulder. They walk downstairs into the arcade chaos, the pool table was knocked over and there was an air puck in the wall.

"The puck was Bee's fault!" I declare, throwing my hands up in surrender and she hits my shoulder

"You ass!" She scolds, hitting me again while I giggle.

"The table was Y/N though" Eli snitches and I gasp, pressing my hand to my heart.

"How dare you tell on your own sibling" I sniffle, throwing my head back dramatically.

The night is full of small crashes and apologies, with threats of arcade rights being taken away from the twin trouble makers. That or child proofing everything, both work.

*no p.o.v*

Be prepared Y/N, for this time you will not make it out alive

-Ro! Lighter chapter to get away from the gore! Do you like lighter or darker themes?? Eli ship??? I could def do him and Namjoon~~~ as always i hope you enjoy and thank you for liking this series <3

#bts #bts gang au x hybrid reader #bts gang au x reader #bts x reader #bts x hybrid reader #kpop gang au #kpop #come together #admin ro #kpop hybrid au

35 notes · View notes

cassidydanvers · 6 years

Text

Coffee and Contemplation || Solo

She never really knew how to deal with anniversaries. Not like birthdays or weddings; not the fun stuff. The harder stuff. There were two of them now. April first marked one full year since she got here. Since the merge from Ashford to Ashkent. How exactly were you supposed to mark something like that? Involuntary relocation, whatever you were supposed to call it. Ignoring it was an option, but that felt weirder somehow. Hey, maybe this kind of thing called for a stack of pancakes, a cake, maybe bring out the sparklers. Make a day of it. Interdimensional travel should really come with a how-to manual she mused wryly with a sip of her coffee.

Out of those options she was camped out at Flopped like she started out with her back to the last booth at the back with full view of the room. Just a regular day. Or as close as she could get to it researching ghosts. After the mess at the hospital it became all the more apparent that she really needed to get her act together before some other catastrophe got there first. There was also the small matter of That was a whole other issue she’d have to deal with a little later, but with that in mind she pulled out her notes from the books back at Scribe Headquarters and got to work with her highlighter and a small notepad to list down anything she was going to need on a practical level apart from salt and scribbled down a quick list with a sheet from her notepad:

Basil

Sage

Angelica

Lasagna That vegetable pasta stuff - switch out sauce for pesto?

Garlic

Bay Leaves

Chalk/Chalk pen

Salt

Something Iron Something borrowed something blue

Graveyard dirt find alternative.

Looking at those last ones again this was stacking up to being the weirdest grocery list in a while.

Cassie pushed the plate to one side and pulled out and opened her laptop and took out a solitary post it note with some hurriedly scrawled writing from inside her bag:

Mydiumspace

?????

Helpful, Cass, real helpful. She unstuck it from the back of the piece of paper it was attached to and smoothed the strip across the top left hand side of her laptop and typed the name into the searchbar, looking for something that wasn’t a link to some computer game or obscure tv show when she found it on the second page of results. Hoping for something along the lines of ‘Welcome to intro to ghosts 101: tools tech and tutorials’, or something along those lines she filled out her details, creating a throwaway email account and logged on. A welcome message flashed up on screen and she clicked on the first most recent post to see what she was dealing with exactly.

New User has joined the forum – Welcome New User: Cassper

General Chat> Encounters>Positive Encounters>”Stories welcome”

Ramblinman: I just got back from taking a case out by the subdivision. I just saw a former tenant stop a client’s child from taking a fall down some stairs. Moving the guy on didn’t feel right so I just left it. At least for now. I told the owners he wouldn’t be bothering them and left it at that. Has anyone else had anything similar happen?

DarkandStormyNight: For me there for every hostile one I’ve had there have been three to tip the scale back. Some of them do just want to be heard. To be helped.

Allcatsaregrey: It’s the other way around here. There’s been maybe one or two that haven’t lashed out. As soon as they get wind of me for most of them I get hit with projectiles and freezeouts.

Icydeadpeople: Yeah and I bet if you are extra nice to them they don’t go ape shit when whoever they’re after snuffed it twenty years ago or Great Aunt Sally moved to Argentina. They tend to get friendly with the kitchen utensils around then. Don’t let them fool you.

NELSONAR345TY:If I have to I just call in one of the cleaners. They are my go-to to get rid of anybody violent, but those people give me the creeps. Stone cold some of them. I saw one of them waste some poor SOB. Brutal stuff.

DarkandStormyNight: The closest I get to anything like that is the occasional banishment. Only as a last resort.

Banishment? She was already in over her head. At that moment it felt something akin to those nightmares she had once or twice about being given a test she didn’t study for a class she didn’t even know you were even taking. Some kind of improv class or interpretive dance usually, when her mind really wanted to torture her. Cassie bookmarked the page for later including a few posts about book recommendations and came out of that page and moved onto her next project. She had a name and a location, should be enough for something useful to come up. Sure enough a quick search on google returned a few newspaper articles. Cassie opened up the first link.

Black Ice causes Fatal Bridge Accident

A fatal road accident on the Landon Road bridge yesterday claimed the lives of two local residents. It is understood that the pair were returning from Ashkent General Hospital in the early hours of Sunday morning of March 29th when they hit a patch of black ice on the road leading the car they were travelling in to verge from the road onto another oncoming vehicle. Scott Landon, thirty two, had been driving the vehicle when it lost control was pronounced dead at the scene. His sister, Maya Landon, thirty five was treated at the hospital but later died of her injuries. The family declined interview but made a statement wishing for privacy but thanking everyone involved in their aid.

Moving away from the page to a quick cursory glance over a Facebook account she came up with a profile that matched Maya’s brother on the search engine. A hesitant click took her to a photo pinned to his page of him crouching beside a pleased looking golden retriever, a carefree smile across his face. He had that look of someone who was the heartthrob next door in just about every teen drama growing up. Sandy Blond hair, Henley and a plaid shirt. Just a regular guy. It suddenly didn’t feel right snooping. Exiting out of the site she sat back in her seat and watched for a moment as a small group of people passed by to take one of the booths a little further forward from her. Now at least she knew who to look out for. Narrowed it down a little. Another coffee refill later she packed up her stuff, started up the car and made her way back across the river to Callahan Cathedral, or what was left of it, as promised.

The cathedral was perhaps not the smartest location to have picked for a meetup, especially not a long abandoned one. Hindsight was twenty-twenty, but considering the events that even led her to being there in the first place she’d have said she did okay all things considered. Hard to be rational when you were being chased down by a half dozen or so pissed off ghosts. Which on the subject were also a topic of conversation for some sort of churchyard tour going on a few yards away from where she waited.

“…and here is where Obadiah Smith has been reported as being sighted right next to this marker,” the speaker stopped by a toppled grave marker, his hands clasped in an attempt to look solem.“Several psychics we’ve had out here tell us that the disrepair of the graves and the surrounding grounds have made these formerly peaceful souls angry. We set up a donation page and ten percent of our book sales and a small percent of our ticket fees go towards our funs to restore the site and we appreciate every penny you can give, now if you’d like to follow me to…”

Cassie watched them go and turned her attention ahead again and closed her jacket over as the wind cut through her clothing and stuffed her hands into her pockets as she waited.

I wasn’t long before she felt what was quickly becoming a familiar sensation of pins and needles down her back. She followed the feeling and looked over towards the grass, expecting to see Maya, the former- was that the right term?-nurse. Instead there was a trio of ghosts headed her way. Any worry about being approached by any of them were thankfully snuffed out. Seemed they were more interested in trailing what she realized then had to be some kind of ghost tour party going on and watched as a small group followed along slightly behind them.

“This guy’s full of crap,” one of them huffed as they passed nearby. “Most of these you can’t even read the names. You could feed them any old shit, what a load of bull,” he kicked out at one of the markers and passed through it, trailing after the others leaving Cassie alone with her thoughts again.

After checking her watch a few times and wondering why she hadn’t picked somewhere less cold and creepy, like Del’s or one of the fancier places. Somewhere, anywhere warm when her guest finally appeared. As she approached Cassie had been close for a moment to asking how she wasn’t in the least bit cold in just her scrubs like that before she realised her mistake with an inward roll of her eyes. “Hey,” she called over tentatively, taking careful steps past what was left of several grave markers dotted along the grass turf.

As she approached Maya tucked her hands into the pockets of her blue nursing scrubs, shoulders turning inwards, almost hesitant behind the nonchalant expression on her face, “I didn’t think you’d show up.”

“Says the person who’s late,” Cassie countered with a not unfriendly shake of her head. “Right,” back to why she was even here, “so, I did a little digging. Got a picture and um, some background,” she looked away, “with, you know, what happened…I’m sorry.” She tumble that last part out, “but, um, remind me again, why can’t you just tell him yourself again?”

“Any time I get near he’s out of there,” she moved to stand beside Cassie, ankles crossed and leaning against the cathedral wall. She let out a sigh, looking out towards the rest of the grounds. “I can’t get within a mile of him,” she turned to look at Cassie, meeting her eyes, “I just want to see him, set the record straight.”

“And you think he’s going to listen to me, to some random over you?” That seemed likely.

“It’s better than nothing,” Maya’s gaze focused on the ground and into her own thoughts.

There was a lull in the conversation after that. Cassie shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat, “okay, not promising anything, but I can try.” For the moment at least that seemed to be something.

“About the other thing,” Maya folded her arms, “I want them, the rest of them gone. That stunt back at the General-“ she bit at one of her nails, letting out a huff, “I’m done. Anything?”

“Oh,” she was hoping the first thing would be enough, that maybe Maya would have forgotten she’d even asked about it. No such luck. “Right. About the other thing, Working on it,” not a total lie, “but that’s going to take a lot more work. I wouldn’t even know where to start with that stuff. Might take some time, not sure how much I can get hold of, but I’ll…I can try. Time for a change of subject, “oh,” she pointed her finger, “before I forget, for future reference if I ever need a distraction do me a solid and give me a heads up on the game plan first,” she looked over towards Maya, one eyebrow raised and what she at least hoped passed as slight a teasing smile considering the cold.

“Noted.” Maya gave a slow tilt of her head, “and thank you,” she added after a beat.

“Okay, ‘s fine,” she shrugged it off. She hadn’t done anything yet.

Tracking Maya’s brother down was the least of her worries. Keeping ghosts out might be one thing, but getting rid of them was a whole other thing and a route Cassie wasn’t even sure she wanted to go down. Unless she didn’t have to, maybe she could find somebody who could. One thing at a time.

#solo #coffee and contemplation #//I forgot how to title #but ok #Ghostly Encounters

3 notes · View notes

pendragonfics · 7 years

Text

Moments

Paring: Griff/Reader

Tags: female reader, meet cute, canon compliant, artists, dating, developing relationship, domestic fluff.

Summary: Little snatches of Reader and Griff's developing relationship over time.

Word Count: 1,899

Current Date: 2017-10-20

Some days were slow. Other days, they were painfully slow. Like whichever God in the sky watched you lazily, and swirled a finger through your day to make it drag a little bit longer. Your boss had little to no time on site, and you were practically the most well-trained out of all the other people. Thus, you were left to man the register, and take care of the little shop front.

Your boss was a cult-favoured artist, but that was years ago, and even now he still pumped out painting after painting, and had you (on a very low commission) to sell them.

Another reason days were slow was nobody wanted to just come into a gallery where there was mediocre art and no stupid doodads or weird postcards for sale. Like today. It was warm out, for a change, and dressed in your very best overalls, floral neck scarf and orange dr. martens, you greeted every possible patron who entered the store with compassionate vigour, and yet, none stayed more than five minutes around the terrible motel art.

Except –

Around eleven o’clock, you noticed a man outside the window, lingering across the street. To other people, you were sure that they’d be intimidated, or perhaps, induced into turning the opposite direction he was going. He looked like the kind of hardcore who’d be into dad music and dumb dancing, but also, fast bikes and drinking piss ‘til dawn. You looked away from the window, and went back to cataloguing the sales of the last month (not enough for the studio to make rent) and alternatively, writing the essay that was due soon (for your grad school degree that you loved more than life).

But when you looked back out the window not an hour later, he was seated on a park bench six metres away from where you first saw him, using a newspaper to shelter from the oncoming shower as it spat upon the earth with distain.

In minutes of idle people-watching, you saw the droplets turned into downpour, and yet, while everyone else on the street fled to the dry interiors of their umbrellas, Ubers, the 7-Eleven corner store, the man sat there, like his two feet were fused to the concrete path.

From the side of the cash register, you grabbed the spare umbrella, and flipping the sign to sorry, closed! temporarily, you darted across the street, avoiding the stray puddle and awry taxi, to where he sat. The newspaper he used at first to shield himself from the rain has turned into a floppy rectangle of blurred text and dripping ink, and looking at him, you wonder if the pictures from the newspaper had transferred to his skin like a kid’s transferrable tattoo.

He looked at you strangely, no words shared for a moment, and then, gracelessly, you thrust the umbrella out, and hold it over him.

“Take it,” you tell him.

His fingers unlatch from the sodden newspaper, and curl over the handle, his smallest finger touching yours ever so briefly. As soon as he had it in his hands, you smiled, and as fast as you could, returned to the storefront you were supposed to be in, and out of the rain. As you flipped the closed sign back to yes, we’re open! you wondered if you’d ever see him, or the umbrella again.

---

It was a Saturday, and just like the rest of the days worked on the weekend, it was dry. Not a single soul came through the door in all the four hours you’d been open already, and fed up with standing around like a terrible marionette waiting for the strings to be pulled the right ways, you sat behind the cash register, and pulled out your sketchbook. You were doodling a design.

But then, the bell rang. Just your luck.

You were about to force on your best most patient smile, when you noticed it wasn’t just a run of the mill average busybody trying to haggle down the art to something less. It was the guy, with the tattoos, and in his hand, he gripped the umbrella.

“Come to return it.” He nodded toward the umbrella, holding it toward you.

Sliding from the stool, you approach him. Inside the art studio, he was taller (or maybe it was because he was standing this time), and he had a pair of Ray Ban sunglasses tucked into the lip of his stonewashed tee, and all you could think about was how real and alive he looked in comparison to all the dull tourists you greeted and your terrible boss and the greyscale people who littered the town like paper-cut outs of real people, and you stood there, silent, sort of dumbfounded for a second.

“Nobody has – thank you,” you remember what words are like to come out in the right order from your lips, taking the returned umbrella from his hand. “If I had a dollar for every time I leant out the store umbrella…”

“I bet you could afford a lot of umbrellas, ma’am,” he interjected, voice gravelly, but sweetened by his manners like honey. “I also came to say thank you.”

You raise a brow, protesting, “Sir, it was nothing, really –,”

He clears his throat, placing a fist against has lips. In this moment, you read that his fingers read sand on that hand, and your eyes graze over his edge of his facial hair, where a nick from a razor has given him a little cut. “Please,” he pleads, “at least let me take you out for coffee.” He says it with that Atlantan accent that just makes your ears and heart sigh.

“You can take me out, sure,” you tell him, crossing your arms with the umbrella tucked beneath your armpit, “but I know a fantastic little place downtown, Penny Lane. Their cappuccinos are to die for.” You beam.

He sticks a hand out to you. “Deal.” He grins. “The name’s Griff.”

You place your palm against his, and shake his hand. “Nice to meet you, Griffin. I’m ________.”

---

It’s a wonderful little afternoon that you’ve managed not to be at the store, or at university, and you find yourself in your newly polished shoes, your Sunday best, and a little coat for the weather this time of year. You agreed to meet outside Penny Lane, but it was almost ten minutes after you had promised to be there, and Griff still wasn’t around.

“What did I expect…” you sigh to yourself, turning to go.

But it’s then you hear a roar of a motorcycle, and looking over your shoulder, you see him. He’s on a cruiser, the colour of blood when it’s dried, or brown paint that’s slowly hardening upon canvas. It approaches quickly, and pulls into a spare parking spot, and tossing his helmet aside, Griff’s eyes meet yours.

“Sorry I’m late,” he apologises. “Work can be unpredictable.”

You look at the bike, glimmering in the sunshine like a jungle animal resting after a successful hunt. “Must be good work to afford a bike like that,” you motion toward it, impressed. As a dirt-poor student artist who dreamed of owning a car and not taking the bus in every day, it was like finding out that someone was practically an A-Lister with all they had. “Still want coffee?”

Griff grinned. “Hell yeah.”

---

Six months later, you wake at two in the morning to an empty bed and an intense argument in the next room. At first, you think nothing of it – you came from a blended family, and divorce only naturally included a little fighting. At first you think it’s just Griff on the phone to his family. But then you hear a second pair of footsteps, a second voice; one you’ve never heard in your life.

“Of course, I haven’t told her,” you hear Griff’s voice say. “I ain’t a saint, but I’m no idiot.”

“Good,” another man intones, the clink of glass on the bench. “Let’s keep it that way.”

You hear the front door to Griff’s flat click closed, the snap of the kitchen light switches off, footsteps retreat through the other room toward where you lay. You close your eyes, keeping your breathing shallow, soft. The footsteps approaching are muted, and slowly, the bed dips with his weight, the covers shift over his form. His hand finds yours beneath the sheets, and cold, his fingers graze over yours, stroking gently.

“I’m so stupid…” he murmurs, voice low, breath warm on your cheek as you feign sleep. “He promised me money, and I wanted to make something for us, a future…I’m not a bad guy, ________.”

Your hand moves on its own, fingers twitching. Griff recoils. You shift in the bed, turning to face him. His face is lit dimly in what moonlight and streetlight that filter through the curtains, his ink dark against his skin, eyes move to meet yours.

“Griff?” you whisper. “What time is it?”

His hand loosens over yours, “It’s too early for us to be up.” He turns in the sheets, facing away from you. “Go back to sleep.”

You consider confronting what looks like something that most certainly is in over your head, or just following the lead of your partner, and turn over yourself. It’s not hard. You pursued the man who had been sitting in the rain, you had pursued something beyond your little life. And you pursued this.

“I…heard you.” You whisper. “In the kitchen.” You hear his breathing hitch. The mattress squeaks as he turns over, and once again, you’re face to face with the dark eyes you can’t shake out of your heart. “Griff, it’s…I’m with you, to the end of the line. If you stay doing whatever you’re doing, I’m with you, if you want to leave…I’ll come,” you breathe, your hands cradling where his neck meets his jaw, where his facial hair is growing longer. “I love you.”

He’s silent for a moment, and then, “You’re too good for me,” he murmurs.

---

A week later he returns from a job, throws his leather jacket onto the couch, along with the keys to his bike. In a shopping bag he holds is a bottle of hair dye, an electric razor, and a burner phone. They’re for the both of you – in the bathroom, you take turns lathering dye into your hair, you chip away at Griff’s beard until there’s nothing but empty skin.

“You look different,” you stroke a hand over his face, in awe. In the mirror above the sink, you see the dye is taking to your hair.

“A good different, or…?”

You smile, and go to kiss his bare cheek. “Definitely.” You motion to the shower, and add, “I’ll go wash this out. Promise you won’t leave me if I look like a train wreck.”

Griff laughs. “We’ll be matching, then.”

Not four hours after that, you’re both on the road, ties cut, life free and world at your fingertips. Grad school can wait. That horrible job selling terrible art can burn in a trash can. You’ll find work somewhere, perhaps as a housepainter, or maybe a tattoo apprentice. Griff could be a security guard. These thoughts pass as you’re clutching his back, flying down the highway away from all you’ve ever known, toward something you’re never going to regret.

#griff #griff baby driver #baby driver #baby driver fanfic #baby driver x reader #Jon Bernthal #jon bernthal x reader #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

170 notes · View notes