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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Nineteen: Seeing

Summary: Frigga uses her sight to discover how the fates intervened to answer Astrid's prayer.

Word Count: 3300

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Chapter Index

Frigga and Astrid were sitting together near a cluster of flowering dogwood trees. The pink and white petals blanketed the stones along the path to where the ladies were seated at a small wrought iron table. An assortment of nuts, cheese, and dates sat on an intricate golden tray. The warm breeze made the petals dance and flutter as the ladies sipped their tea. They had a wonderful conversation until the subject shifted to the wedding.

The Queen set her teacup on the table and asked, “You seem preoccupied, Astrid. Is something the matter?”

“Apologies, Your Majesty. The wedding approaches quickly. I am trying to come to terms with going home without my little girl.”

Frigga placed her hand over Astrid’s and gave it a few little pats. “I understand how difficult that must be.”

“I am happy for my daughter to be getting married and to a prince at that.” She smiled at the queen, “I will miss her terribly. We may not agree on much, but I could always count on seeing her every day. I know I should be grateful for all my years with her.” She sighed, “Why do they have to grow up so fast?”

“It is the cruelty of becoming a mother, I’m afraid. Although eventually, we will be rewarded with grandchildren. Won’t that be wonderful?”

Astrid smiled, “Sigyn has wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember. She had quite the doll collection. Erik would bring her a new ‘baby’ every time he returned home from a trip, every birthday, anytime she got good marks in school, any opportunity he could.” Her smile fell.

“Then the dolls were eventually replaced with dresses, shoes, and jewelry. We spoiled her, but how could we not?” She shrugged her shoulders, “She is our miracle. My answered prayer.”

“And you believe Loki to be the one who answered your prayer?”

Astrid looked sheepishly at Frigga, “I do not have any other explanation. He remembered my unspoken prayer word for word.”

Frigga took Astrid’s hands in hers, “The golden apples from Idunn’s tree affect each of us differently. Loki can tap into someone’s mind, see their memories and hear their thoughts, but I’ve never seen him heal anyone. Perhaps he heard your prayer because you were holding him? He needs to be touching someone to read their thoughts.”

“Well, yes, I would hold him on my lap, stroke his hair, and hold his chubby little hands as he drifted off to sleep. And I would pray. Over and over, I would pray for another baby of my own. I went to the nursery almost every day that we were here.”

“There is no doubt that Loki heard your mind.” Frigga furrowed her brow and looked off into the distance, pondering. “I will need to do some scrying to see how exactly you were able to conceive.”

She looked at Frigga with wide eyes. “How old was he when you fed him the golden apple?”

“Odin was insistent that the boys got their apples as soon as they had teeth.”

“Oh, goodness. So, they were both babies at the time?”

“Yes, their ceremonies were each quite comical. Thor shrieked after he finished his apple and was not permitted to take another. Loki had just learned to sit up on his own and was more interested in tossing the apple and rolling it around on the dais than eating it.”

“Goodness,” Astrid laughed. “Why so young?”

“As you know, the King is extremely selective. Only those with the strongest elements may receive the gift. He was so proud when the boys were born; he could not wait to bring them into the fold, to start their tutelage. And he wanted them to have the protection of Asgard’s magic as soon as possible.”

“Are you telling me that the King is a big softie? It is hard to picture.”

“That is on purpose,” Frigga smiled. “He must rule with an iron fist, without exception. One whiff of vulnerability and our enemies would pounce. But Odin is a different man behind closed doors. He is gentle, sentimental, and empathetic. Do not let him know I told you that,” she chuckled.

Astrid grinned, “Of course not.”

“He was a good father when he was not being a king. He focused most of his efforts on Thor, obviously; he was the heir to the throne, strong as an ox, and the spitting image of Odin. But he was just as proud of Loki, in his own way.”

Frigga smiled, “We were both shocked when he was born with a head full of black curls and looking almost exactly like my late father. When he started showing a predilection for seiðr, Odin started referring to him as ‘your son.’ So, he had his boy, and I had mine.”

Frigga took a sip from her teacup and set it back down again. “Loki projects an heir of haughty arrogance, but he is a sweet boy under that cool demeanor. He would be the first to throw himself in front of someone he cares about. And I know he cares about Sigyn, not just superficially; he loves that girl.”

“And she him.” Astrid smiled, “She has had a crush on the prince for as long as I can remember. It was always, ‘Prince Loki is so handsome, Mama.’ and ‘Prince Loki can wield seiðr, Mama.’ She would moon over his portrait for hours if I would let her.

“She was such a naughty little thing when she was young. Just picture me trying to raise a proper little lady and her winking and blowing kisses to framed art on the wall!” She clutched her necklace, “Where she even learned such behavior, I could not tell you.”

Frigga held her stomach and laughed, “Oh, that is precious.”

One of Frigga’s ladies approached the table and curtsied, “Excuse me, Your Majesty. The Prince and the Lady Sigyn have just arrived at the garden gate.”

“Ah, very good. Please bring us a fresh pot of tea and two more cups.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” She curtsied and collected the teapot before she hurried away.

oOXOo

Loki and Sigyn came through the garden gate as one of the Queen’s ladies approached and curtsied. “The Queen and the Lady Anderson are having tea under the dogwood trees, Your Highness.”

Loki nodded, “Thank you.” When they were out of earshot of the maid, he leaned over and whispered in Sigyn’s ear, “I think I will take us there the long way.”

She tightened her grip on his arm, “You will get no complaint from me.”

Loki led her off the stone path to a smaller gravel walkway that wound through an ornate flower bed. “Mother designed this garden herself. She spends most of her free time out here.”

“I can see why. It is stunning.” They followed the meandering path until they came across a small pond. Sigyn stopped to admire some purple irises planted along the water’s edge. “It is very peaceful out here.”

She looked over to Loki and caught him staring at her face with a look that could only be described as adoring. “Oh, Loki.” she stroked his face with her free hand, “I love you so much. When you look at me like that…” she ran her fingertips lightly along his cheekbones, “I feel like my heart could explode right out of my chest.”

Loki touched her neck and stroked her jaw with his thumb. “You are the hidden treasure I never knew I was searching for.”

Tears pricked her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his middle and put her head on his shoulder. He rested his head against hers and stroked her hair.

“I am never going to let you go,” she said through her sniffles. They held each other, swaying in the warm sunlight for several minutes. Each of them not wanting to be the first to let go.

“Riiibbit.” A giant bullfrog croaked as he plopped onto a stone in the pond with a squelch, startling the couple.

“Excuse me. We are trying to have a moment here. Move along.” Loki dismissed the frog with a wave.

“Riiibbit.” The bullfrog responded, staring at Loki.

“Rude!” He glared back at the frog, his lips curling up at the corners. Sigyn giggled. “We will get no more privacy here. Let us go.”

She gave the bullfrog a little wave as Loki led her away.

oOXOo

Frigga heard the pair approach before she could see them. Their heavy footfalls and shouting taunts broke up the peace in the garden. Loki rounded a corner and ran down the path at full speed, Sigyn running a little behind him.

“I won!” he yelled triumphantly at her before stopping to bow to his mother, “Mother.”

“Not fair! I do not know my way around this garden! And I am wearing a dress!” She yelled back, slowing down as she rounded the corner and saw her mother's unmistakable look of displeasure. She quickly walked the last twenty yards to where Loki stood waiting for her.

“You cannot sour my victory with your logic, My Lady. I will still relish your defeat.” He was grinning from ear to ear. He placed his hand on her back as she approached the table.

She tried to catch her breath as she curtsied deeply to the Queen, “Your Majesty.” She gave her mother a peck on the cheek, “Mama.”

Lady Anderson stood and curtsied to the prince, “Your Highness.”

“My Lady.” He helped push her seat back in before sitting Sigyn next to her.

Frigga raised her eyebrows, “Loki, why were you making this poor girl run through the garden?”

“Oh, I was not making her do anything, Mother.” Loki conjured a tall glass of cold water and passed it to Sigyn, “Here you go, sweetling.” She nodded a thank you as she accepted it. “My betrothed wrongly believes that she can outrun me. So, we agreed to a foot race.” He shrugged as he plucked a date from the tray and passed it to Sigyn.

“You did what?!” Lady Anderson moved to the edge of her seat. She leveled Sigyn with a glare. Sigyn dropped her eyes to her lap as she nibbled the date. “How many times must I remind you that you are a Lady, Sigyn.” Her mother said through clenched teeth. “Ladies do not challenge people to foot races! Especially men! Especially in the presence of royalty.”

“Sorry, Mama. We were having a bit of fun.”

Lady Anderson sighed, exasperated, “A bit of fun?” She shook her head in disbelief as she clutched her necklace.

“Honestly, My Lady, I love that Sigyn feels she can challenge me. I love her spirit and her tenacity. I cannot imagine spending the rest of my life with some vapid woman who has trained her whole life to pander to me.” He rubbed Sigyn’s cheek with his knuckle as he smiled at her.

“Yes, of course, you are right, Your Highness,” Lady Anderson replied tightly.

“My case in point.” Loki laced his fingers together and rested his elbows on the arms of the chair as he leaned back.

“Loki, a little more decorum in front of our guest,” the Queen said.

“Apologies, My Lady. I did not mean any offense.” He straightened his posture and reached across the table for her hand.

“Sigyn is fortunate to be betrothed to someone so… accepting of her demeanor.” Lady Anderson placed her hand on Loki’s, and he quickly kissed the back of it. “She has always leaned a little on the boisterous side. I blame her father.”

“Please, I am the lucky one.” Loki passed Sigyn another date.

“Speaking of fortune and luck,” the queen interjected, “I need to clarify something you mentioned at lunch, Sigyn.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Sigyn covered her mouth as she chewed.

“You mentioned to me that you felt connected to Loki from an early age. Care to elaborate on that a little more for me, please?”

“Yes,” She cleared her throat, “As I told you the other day at lunch, I have felt drawn to the prince ever since I was tiny.” She smiled at Loki and continued, “One day, his portrait stopped me dead in my tracks. I felt a connection that I cannot explain. I knew, somehow, that I would one day be his wife. And the day we met,” tears pricked her eyes, she shook her head and fought to keep her composure, “the day we met in person…I do not have the words to describe the feeling… a piece of myself that had been missing was returned. I felt complete.” She wiped a tear from her cheek. “I am sorry if that makes no sense. That is the best way that I have to describe it.”

Lady Anderson moved to comfort her daughter, but Loki was already en route to wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He kissed her temple as he dried her cheeks with his thumb. Sigyn looked at him and gave him a sweet smile. Loki took some cheese from the tray and offered it to her. She laughed through her tears, “Thank you, my love,” she whispered as they rested their foreheads together.

“And Loki? Can you tell me more about when you first met Sigyn?” The queen looked pensive.

Loki’s cheeks flushed slightly, “Aside from being completely bowled over by her beauty, grace, and warmth, I would say that my initial reaction was quite… possessive. I felt time come to a screeching halt. My vision blocked out everything but her. All the pain in my body relented briefly. And I knew she was mine and that I would be hers. I tried desperately to deny it. But I knew. Somehow. She was mine. She is mine. She…is…mine.”

Loki looked away from Sigyn to find the other two women staring at him intently. “What? Is that not how everyone falls in love?”

“No.” the Queen said as she went deep in thought. After a moment, she asked, “Sigyn, Astrid, may I have a strand of your hair? Loki, you as well. Root attached, please.” She held out her hand, and Loki, Sigyn, and Lady Anderson each plucked a stand from their scalps and placed it in the queen’s open palm.

Frigga summoned her soapstone smudge bowl to the table and twisted the hairs together. She placed them in the bowl. A heatless yellow flame rose from the bowl as Frigga held her hands over it. She stared into the flame; her eyes took on a yellow glow.

“I see,” she said faintly.

Sigyn reached over and clutched Loki’s arm with both hands. Lady Anderson clutched her necklace with one hand and held her stomach with the other.

Loki scooted to the edge of his seat, “What do you see, Mother?”

“I see the Lady in the nursery. I feel her pain.” Frigga grimaced and clutched her abdomen, not taking her eyes from the flame; she said, “I see the boy toddling over to her with a book.” She smiled briefly before her face shifted. Her eyes widened, “I see the Nornir… they argue… the tapestry… the Lady’s fate… Atropos relents, Lachesis instructs, Clotho weaves… a new pattern emerges… the boy… the girl…”

The flame in her bowl died down. Frigga closed her eyes, “I have been shut out from seeing any further than today.” She took a few deep breaths to center herself. She opened her eyes and took a sip of her tea.

“The Norns intervened on your behalf, Astrid. They heard your prayer, felt your longing, and changed your fate.”

“Oh...” Lady Anderson clutched her heart with both hands, “Oh my stars…”

“They used a small fiber of Loki’s thread to patch what was missing in yours. A small piece of his divine element, his mischief. The piece was so small that it only healed you long enough to conceive Sigyn and carry her to term. It created an irrevocable bond between the two of them as well.”

Frigga looked to Loki, “You see it in her eyes too, do you not?”

“It was one of the first things I noticed about her. It took my breath away.” Loki looked at Sigyn and the unmistakable glint in her eyes. “I had no idea it was part of my own.”

“Excuse me, but I do not understand. How does one see mischief?” Lady Anderson took Sigyn’s chin and looked at her daughter’s face. “All I see are her pretty green eyes.”

“Only the Gods can see the divine elements, My Lady. I am sorry. It is a sight to behold,” Frigga stated.

“I suppose I owe your father an apology, Sigyn. All these years, I believed him to blame for your naughtiness.”

Frigga laughed, “Sigyn is responsible for her own behavior, My Lady. I assure you that her free will has not been tampered with.”

Sigyn blushed and tucked her chin to her shoulder, turning her face away from her mother’s disapproval. “I see.” The Lady picked up her teacup and took a sip.

Loki took Sigyn’s hand and kissed it, “Would you like another snack, my sweet? I could conjure you something else if you like?” he asked her as he noticed that she had finished off the dates.

Sigyn’s eyes lit up and then fell as her mother cleared her throat. “Thank you, Your Highness. But I… should pass. I have my final fitting for my wedding gown tomorrow. I want it to look perfect for you.”

Loki scoffed, “I would not care if you walked down the aisle in a burlap sack. Your happiness is my only concern.” He conjured a small pumpkin muffin and placed it in her hands with a kiss on the forehead.

Heat came to his cheeks as he remembered her nakedness from earlier. The curve of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, the cute little bump of her empty womb that poked out slightly between her hip bones. She was athletic and strong while still having the feminine softness that awoke something feral in him. His eyes dropped from her face to the curve of her breasts at the top of her dress.

“Loki?” Frigga said again as she kicked his boot under the table.

“What? Yes, Mother? Did you say something?” Loki tore his gaze from Sigyn to look at the Queen. He heard Sigyn giggle as she tore off a piece of her muffin.

“I asked if you had decided on the apartment.”

“Oh, yes…” Loki cleared his throat, “Yes, we are taking the corner unit directly south of yours, Mother. We are going to be neighbors.”

“Oh, how wonderful,” Frigga beamed. “I am so pleased for the two of you.”

“Fredrik said he would have our furniture delivered and the changes we want to be completed by the wedding day. Sigyn and her maids can move her clothes to the closet immediately. He even gave her her own set of keys to do so.”

Sigyn reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a gold keyring. She jingled them above her head. “I am so excited.” She smiled at her mother, “Would you like to help me organize my things in my new rooms, Mama?”

“I would like that, yes,” she sobbed.

The Queen stood, “That session has drained me, I’m afraid. I need to go lie down before dinner.” Frigga signaled to her ladies.

Everyone bowed and curtsied after she stood. “Are you all right, Mother? Would you like me to escort you back to your chambers?”

“No, I am fine. I just need a little rest.” She waved as she started down the path. “I will see everyone at dinner.”

Loki escorted the ladies back to their chambers, reluctantly bid Sigyn farewell, and then made his way to the training grounds.

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black-moon-bunny · 1 year

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Sugar, Cinnamon and....Sulfur? ( Dewdrop x OC.)

Sister Chloe wanted nothing more than follow the sugary cinnamon scent that came from the kitchen , but as soon as she got there the sulfur made her want to leave.

Warnings: Original Character based on a real person. NSFW , Dewdrop gets jealous, misunderstandings and feelings but just as a mere try to give this nasty thing some plot. Dom Dewdrop, Main Character is a brat. Knotting, marking, scenting, dumbification, pet names, spanking, a bit of degradation. +18 Minors DNI

Author's Note : Hello! Well, while I'm still working on the fifth chapter of the fic I decided to take a small break and write something for someone who has been my stone in moments of hardship, specially this last couple of months. She is my functioning brain cell, my boobaby, my dearest friend. So I wrote this for her, because she loves Dewdrop, or as we call it "Little Chaos Gremlin" @hauntedboobees This is for you my sweet girl 💕 I love you 💕

As the small lights of her bedroom shined, the smell of cinnamon and sugar invited her to the kitchen, her room was not far away from it, but it was already pass the curfew and if she was caught outside her room she could have troubles with Sister Imperator, and to be honest for her the old lady was like a mother figure at this point, she was just learning how to live outside the awful walls of her strict moral catholic town when she moved into the church. Sister Imperator took her in under her wing as soon as she arrived, in her own words "You are too naive in some aspects for being alone in here, they are going to eat you alive, but you have something that I appreciate, you are curious and willing to learn ...So I will take care of you". So, how could she fail? Nevertheless, she felt her tummy rumbling, she really wanted some cookies, but who could possibly be making cookies at this hour? She was almost sure that they left them cool for tomorrow's breakfast, so she could easily sneak and steal a couple, and a warm cup of milk.

She got up and put on her fluffy black robe to cover her almost naked body (She used to hang out in her room just in her underwear) and her black goat slippers , a gift from her roommate who was working till late with Papa (or at least trying to work.) She left a note on her bed in case she came and didn't find her "Val, I'm going to sneak into the kitchen I'm starving, love Chloe". She left her room and walked with care of not making any noise, she went into the kitchen from the back entrance, sneaking carefully.

"Hey, drop it Swiss, no one is going to eat cookies until they are all done. Dewdrop stop it, don't try to bake them in your mouth you idiot" She jumped scared when she heard the woman's voice scolding the Ghouls. She hid on a corner but the smell was making her stomach go crazy and make noises. She lifted her chin trying to get a better look, she saw Cirrus, Swiss and Dewdrop waiting next to the oven, they were unmasked. She felt even guiltier; the siblings were not supposed to see the ghouls without their masks, she was going to get in so much trouble. She decided that she was going to leave before being caught, but as she turned around to leave she collided with a hard but somewhat fluffy surface. She looked upwards and there it was, the quintessence ghoul. One of the biggest of the den, unmasked and looking right at her. She got paralyzed, her legs trembled for a moment and her voice got trapped in her throat.

"We got a little hungry mice" Aether walked next to her and smiled. He seemed so big, but at the same time he was so gentle, she got tense and began to give explanations in a hurried and messy way.

" I'm so sorry! I just smelled the cookies, and I'm a bit hungry and I didn't knew that they were yours and I swear that I'm not going to say anything about your unmasked faces ! " She tried to apologize as quickly as possible, the last thing she wanted was to make them upset.

" No no don't worry" Cirrus smiled and got close to her, she had already seen her before around the abbey. For what she knew, Sister Chloe was really close to the new assistant of Papa, and she was on the list of the sisters that will follow the tour as technical assistance and support for the ghouls.

" I'm so sorry...I'm just going back to my room if you excuse me." She was about to leave when Cirrus' hand stopped her gently, she looked at her and the ghoulette was smiling softly, reassuring her that it was okay to stay with them.

"The batch it's almost ready, you came all the way here for them, sit with us don't worry. Here, sit next to Dew" Cirrus moved the chair next to the fire ghoul. His eyes darted towards her, up and down. A slight almost imperceptible blush in his cheeks and his tail moving fast underneath him were the only signs of how uncomfortable he felt with the whole situation.

For her it was the same, Dewdrop, fucking dewdrop. They knew each other , they worked together on some projects in the music salon thanks to her best friend who recommended her. It didn't turn out great, they were working through a sexual tension so thick that even Papa noticed, but it never happened because the ghoul got easily distracted with another sister. So when they stopped working together he never reached out and neither did she.

"Haven't seen you in a long time, sweets....You missed me?" He smiled, licking his fangs, trying to play it cool. For him, Chloe was the only girl that had rejected him. Something between the two felt sketchy, and the rest of the den was aware of it.

"....Shut up Dewdrop. Thank you Cirrus for inviting me.

" Oh, I wanted to mingle, after all, you are going to travel with us for the tour, aren't you? Sister Val suggested you, you are already on the list

"Oh right, I forgot" No, she didn't forget, she didn't even knew, she talked about maybe doing it with val but she assured her that she didn't want to because she knew that she was going to be crazy around Dewdrop.

" You are going to join us? As fun or what?

" None of your business Dewdrop" Cirrus replied smiling looking at her " So, sister Chloe, you are going to travel with us. How do you feel about it? Are you excited?

" Actually, I am. I wanted to get to know your work better and also, it's traveling! ...Val was pretty amazing for suggesting me for the job. "She bit the inside of her cheek a bit in an attempt to not laugh about the blatant lie.

" Your friend is getting really long work hours lately, she goes back to your room in a wheelchair or what?" Swiss joked and served her a hot cocoa cup" Here, it's cold and you are..."He looked up and down at her with a mischievous flirty smile" Well, you are perfect like that, pretty bra by the way, love the embroidery.

She didn't notice that her fluffy robe opened a little, showing some of her bra. She got red and tried to cover herself. Dewdrop scoffed and looked at swiss in an almost scolding way

" Thank you for...for...the cocoa. " she tried to reply without stuttering but her nervous demeanor betrayed her.

" It's nothing, don't be nervous, we don't bite, or at least we try not to. " Swiss went to sit in front of her, taking his cup and giving it a sip." Sooo, you are going to travel with us? How fun, are you going to be our personal assistant?

"Personal assistant? More like a babysitter " She laughed at the fake offended look on Swiss face.

" Well if you want to feed me and bathe me..." He winked at her and laughed when he saw her face turning red. Dewdrop scoffed again and his tail wrapped on his own leg squeezing angry. She looked at him without saying anything but she could see that Dewdrop was annoyed by her presence

"Well, I could do that if you need it, but no, I'm not your assistant on this tour. According to Val, " Or at least what they had talked about the possibility of her traveling with the ghouls. I'm going to be tech assistance, like taking care of your clothes and making sure that everything works and it's taken care of.

"Oh, but you don't have an idea about how badly I need to be taken care of, Sister Chloe." Swiss made puppy eyes at her and she laughed again, Dewdrop let go of his leg , scoffed once more and got up leaving the kitchen and taking some cookies with him. Aether looked at Swiss with a smirk, he knew what type of game was playing. They all knew about Dewdrop and Sister Chloe thing last year during the music saloon project, dewdrop never stopped talking about how she rejected him and how he was so pissed because he tried to get to her during the whole project. The ghoulettes knew most about the whole story and how Chloe's rejection was all about a miscommunication issue more than blatant rejection from her part, and that dewdrop decided to make her jealous but all of that backfired, all what they learned through Cirrus ravens.

She just stayed there, eating cookies and feeling the cinnamon and sugar explode in her mouth. She felt so good after just a couple of them. She finished her cup and thanked them. Cirrus asked if she was too busy tomorrow to have lunch with them and to present her to the rest of the Den and she answered positively, after some minutes she felt a bit sleepy and decided to leave.

"I'm going back to my room before I get caught, thank you for the cookies and the cocoa...I hope that we are able to get along while working"

"Oh sister, we are sure that we are going to get along just great, right guys?" Aether smiled and guided her to the other door after everyone said their goodbye's.

As she was walking to her room she couldn't shake the feeling of being watched from behind. She tried to walk faster but when she got to her door someone dropped in front of her from the ceiling. She was about to yell for help but the red eyes that she already knew stopped her.

" What the fuck is wrong with you dewdrop! You could have killed me from a fucking heart attack"

"Stop yelling or you are going to wake the whole den up...If you want to yell, inside your room, now." He opened the door and pushed her softly inside, closing the door behind him. He handed her a small paper bag with some cookies inside. " I just thought that you would want more cookies. Not that I care, but I love making cirrus mad. She is going to be pissed when she realizes that I stole from her..."He tried to give excuses and change the subject of their conversation, he saw how mad she was.

"Who gave you permission to enter my room! I don't care about the cookies! " She tried to push him slightly towards the door, she couldn't believe that he had the nerve to get in her room, and keep bothering her.

"Oh but if it was Swiss you wouldn't have a problem wouldn't you? You are going after him now? He seemed really comfortable around you..." Dewdrop let his obvious jealousy pour from his words, turning to face her, he got closer and seemed almost intimidating. He knew he had no right but really, Swiss? With her!? He was much better than him, and he saw her first! And she was more important for him than what she would be for Swiss, he was sure of that.

"What? Even if it is, it would be none of your business. You haven't talked to me in almost a year and you now expect something from me? Besides, really fuckin bad excuse to come here you know?

" Well, if someone hadn't rejected me, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation!

"What!? I did not! You never told me anything not even a fucking sign! And then you were after another sister weren't you? If you didn't like me you should have told me that at least to stop playing dumb around you!

" Don't play the victim you rejected me first!

"Fucking when! Dewdrop fucking when!

" We were alone playing something on the guitars that omega left in the music room and I tried to get closer to you and you moved my hand away when I tried to grab your thigh and then just left! You didn't even talk to me for a couple of days and then acted like nothing! Oh and then you stopped talking to me! " They were both screaming, pretty sure that even with the thick walls of the abbey someone already heard them, but the anger and unresolved feelings were bigger.

"That was not rejection you big piece of shit! I know that you are used to have girls throw at your feet and shit, but I was nervous ok? I feel like it was too much for me. Do you even know how anxious you can make me? That day I spent the whole day trying to get the nerve to talk to you! I was raised in the most obnoxious religious closeted city of my country! I don't know how to react to those things! I'm not a fucking prude but damn it was harder for me! I was not rejecting you! But clearly for you it was too much huh? Because the amazing fire ghoul has every fucking lady at his feet!

"...wait...what!? You were not rejecting me then? " Dewdrop felt stupid, and he hated feeling stupid so much that it made him angry, but not towards her, towards him for not realizing that sooner.

" I did not...and then I saw you with those sisters and realized that you were just messing with me and that you didn't care. So I just stopped talking to you.

" I just did that because I wanted you to do something... I don't know, get jealous or something! At least a filthy look but you just disappeared...

" Well, I was...now leave my room for fucks sake. It's late and I have to sleep. " She was about to open the door when dew got closer to her. She felt all of her feelings trapped in her chest blooming out, her fucking heart betraying her and almost running out of her chest. Her red cheeks brighting with that mixture between anger, sadness and shame, some tears forming in the corner of her eyes. The bottled feelings looking for a way out in the worst moment. " Dewdrop please just leave..."

" No. All of this was a huge fucking misunderstanding! And I've been waiting the whole year to do this. "He grabbed her from her waist and pulled her away slowly from the door. His long hair shined under the soft light of the lamp and it seemed like melted rose gold on his shoulders. She felt stunned for a moment. Slowly he moved one of his hands toward her face and made her look at him." Chloe, you are a total pain in my ass. But I like you, and yeah I'm a shithead, and yeah I wasn't thinking and I fucked up but please, please, please... can we fucking make out already? I have blue balls sweetheart...

She tried to contain her laugh and stay angry at him, but she wanted so badly to feel his hands on her body and laugh at his silly awful jokes that she just let it go. She laughed and ease her tensed body, she couldn't resist how dumb he was, and how even when he was apologizing he could fuck shit up. He got the opportunity to take her in his arms and cut the distance between them, capturing her lips between his. She at first tried to push him a bit, the overwhelming heat of his hands, lips and tongue, the sensation of the forbidden slipping through her fingers. Dewdrop grabbed her from the waist, lifting her and dropping her on top on the soft mattress of her bed. They kept kissing, she felt that the air was heavier, that the warmth from his body could easily melt her and left nothing but a wet patch on the bed. His hands cupped her hips and moved slowly upwards, she broke the kiss and got seated on top of him, trying to recover some air. The fire ghoul took the opportunity to mess a but more with her, and with his own pride.

" Mgnh...Why were you flirting with Swiss? ...I'm so much better than him. " He grabbed her waist, she wasted no time and tried to unbutton his shirt. He laughed" So eager...

"Been a fucking year..." She choked a moan when he grabbed her hips and pushed against her" Mng...fuck dewdrop, why so pissed about swiss?

" You waited for me or something? Tell me...nobody has touched you huh?..."he didn't answer, he was not going to tell her that he felt specially jealous of the multi ghoul because he knew that Swiss could easily crawl under her skin, and he was not going to lose his chance, not again.

"Mngh...just a few things with some siblings, nothing serious.

"Oh yeah? Mnnh...not anymore..." He ripped her robe out of her body, looking with delight at the pale skin above him. He traced with his claws her sides up to her chest, he looked at the cute piece of lingerie that hung over them. He passed a claw under it looking at her with a devilish grin.

"Don't you dare! They are new! Dewdrop I'm warning you "

"Mnnh...fuck you, I will buy you more..." He ripped them from the middle and licked his fangs as soon as he saw the rosy pale skin of her breasts. He placed one hand on her back and moved her until he was on top, sliding between her legs and placing wet kisses on her soft skin. Her freckles were so cute, maybe after he could spend the night kissing them. After he makes sure that she will only scream his name. He was jealous and possessive of what mattered to him, she mattered, enough to keep him away from others a whole year ( the den doesn't count, they cannot physically resist each other). As soon as he began to place kisses on her skin she whimpered, moving her hips against his looking for some friction, he growled at her ear and gave small bites around her neck going down slowly to her breasts , his half unbuttoned shirt was bothering him so he ripped it of his body, she moaned at the mere sight of his exposed skin, he saw how her eyes were fixed on his nipple piercings.

"Do you like what you see sweets?..."He laughed a bit and moved one of his hands to her breast, squeezing a bit and playing with one of her nipples. " Mnnn...how sensitive you are, look at this cute thing.." He lowered his kisses down to her chest, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth while his free hand played with the other. Her scent was so sweet, her body felt so soft and warm underneath him, he kept sucking and licking like a starved man, he used his tail to slide her underwear down, then it went softly over her exposed core in up and down strokes, focusing on her clit giving it soft strokes and some slaps with the spade of his tail , she was a moaning mess underneath him and he could swear that he could come just hearing her moan.

"Mngh... dewdrop...V-Val it's going to arrive at any...Ah! Fuck ..mngh...any moment..." She tried to move a bit away from him but he just chased her down to the end of her bed again and lifted his legs onto his shoulders. Supporting her hips with both of his hands.

" Mngh...don't say that when you are leaking heavily, look at this..." He wasted no time, not even for her to catch her breath and started to eat her out, slowly savoring her sweet and a bit acidic flavor. His forked tongue worked over her entrance and clit with dexterity, earning the sweetest moans from her. "Sister Val will have to wait outside, I'm not leaving this room until you get completely dumb fucked by me... alright? " He licked some drops that fell from his chin before continuing his work. She tasted like the most marvelous sin, like the oasis in the middle of a desert for a dehydrated man. Her moans were driving him nuts, he felt the tightness in his pants, his already hard leaking dick making a wet spot in his underwear, he pushed his hips towards nothing in a lame attempt to calm himself, he wanted her to enjoy as much as she could before even thinking about his own release.

"Mngh dew....Dew please it's too much...ah!

"Mmngh...not enough if you can still talk.." He smirked and kept going, he was strong enough to lift her with just one hand, so he gave her back support with one hand and with the other he began to tease her entrance while licking her clit. The rough texture of his tongue made her feel like she was about to climax at any moment, the stimulation was something that she had never felt in her life, she felt how her insides clenched to nothing waiting for one of his fingers to enter, he was having a wonderful time teasing her, her needy moans were a clear sign that she needed more of him, but he was going to let her wait a bit. He slid one finger slowly, retracting his claws so he couldn't hurt her, he went all in and stayed there for a moment, curving his finger slowly upward looking for that spongy patch, he added a second one once she was adjusted.

"Mmngh! Mmngh...d-dew...dewdrop mngn! Ah..m-more..." He began to thrust his fingers faster at her demand while sucking her sensitive bud at a steady pace. Her hips moved trying to escape for the overwhelming pleasure, she couldn't believe it, her mind was already flooded by pleasure and it was just his fingers and mouth. His tail went over her breasts giving them somewhat hard slaps over her nipples and exposed skin, he felt how she clenched to his fingers tightly at the stimulation on her chest. He moved his tongue faster while adding a third finger stretching her even more, she curved her back upwards and moved her hips trying to get more of him, desperately chasing her orgasm.

" Dewdrop! Fucking hell! Keep...ah! There...mgnh! Right there dewdrop please..."

"Mmngh so cute when you ask nicely...''He let out a laugh that sounded more like a growl, his eyes glowing in a mixture between red and orange, full of desire. He kept pumping his fingers into her and sucking her clit, his tail went around her waist and made pressure on her lower stomach, that was the final straw. Her hips jerked off his grip for a moment and her insides melted, she squirted on his face shamelessly, her high pitched moan and the way that her hands gripped to the sides of her bed in a lame attempt to stop her from floating away in the pleasure, the small attempt to keep herself in this reality and not descend down to hell blinded by her own pleasure. As dewdrop helped her to ride the last waves of her orgasm he dropped her slowly on the bed, taking out his fingers and smiling at her disheveled look. He crawled on top of her and caressed her cheek softly, with care trying to bring her back to reality.

"Such a good girl for me, that felt good?..."He kissed her and brushed some of her hair out of her face. " Sure it does...look at you. So dumb and it was just my fingers...Tell me, do you want more?..

"mnhm...mnhm..."She tried to answer but the words simply didn't come out. His soft touches and warmness were so relaxing, her body was still under the control of pure pleasure but she craved more.

"Words Chloe, use them..." He gave kisses beneath her ear, slowly going down to her neck, and as he kissed the soft skin he gave small bites, he wanted her to look at them and remember who did that to her, and to show off.

"I...I want more..."

" More what?..."He gave her a hard bite on her shoulder, not enough to make her bleed but enough to leave a huge mark. " be specific, or I'm not going to do anything...What do you want from me Chloe?

"Mmngh..I can't...ah! Dewdrop please...

" Let me help you then..." He got off her, and took his pants off slowly, showing off. He ended up just in his black tight boxers, looking at her. " You want this? "He grabbed his dick over his underwear, slowly massaging the hard surface. " Mmngh...look at the mess you made already, I'm leaking as hard as you...Tell me Chloe, do you want my dick inside of you? You want me to fuck you little brat? "His almost mocking voice tone, the way he was touching himself over his underwear without showing her anything else, teasing her even in that blissed out state was driving her mad.

"Deeeeew...stop...just fuck me already...

" Say it nicely..." his tail slapped her thighs hard, leaving marks a couple of times. " or I'm not doing it...

" Mgnh! Ah! Fuck you dewdrop!" She snared with her bratty attitude, she could be fucked out, but she was not going down with out a bit of fight.

" Oh Chloe...you were being such a good girl...''He got his belt and looked at her with a full devil look. " But you had to be a fucking bitch at the worst moment hadn't you?..."He grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks a bit making her pout" I'm going to teach that sassy mouth of you some manners..."The way in which her eyes glimmered after he told her that almost made him laugh with delight, she indeed was his good girl. And he was going to make sure that he was his and only his from now on. "I was going to fuck you, but I believe that first you need to remind your place little brat, I'm going to fuck the attitude out of your mouth you filthy sister of pure fuckin sin. You are not going to be able to even look at the eyes of Papa without blushing and feel my dick inside of you, because you know, papa plays dumb, but he knows everything. I'm going to personally tell him about how I fucked the brat out of you Sister Chloe... " He got his belt around her hands restraining her, he used his shirt to blind fold her, she tried to fight and argue but he couldn't care less. She was enjoying that as much as him, and they both knew that that night was going to be a long one. After that, he took her and put her over his lap face down and ass up. " Start counting, if you reach ten without messing it up, you are going to get a reward...if you mess up, you start from one again...

"D-Dewdrop...what are...Oh fuck! " She squirmed above him as soon as the first slap on her ass came.

"You are not counting Chloe..."His hard dick was pressing against her stomach underneath the fabric of his underwear, twitching as she moved. He slapped again.

"O-On..One!...

"Good girl..." He slapped again smiling.

"Tw-Tw-Two!

" See...it wasn't that hard wasn't it? Keep going..." He kept spanking and she kept repeating, until she reached seven. That's when his tail went above her clit and slided inside her with ease, at the same time that he slapped

"Mngh! Fucking..ah!...bastard...ahnmng... D-Dewdrop"

"Oh sweetheart, you were almost there....what happened? ....start over, now. "He slapped again, his hands already marked on her red skin. He could feel on his tail how much she was squeezing and how wet she was already.

"No, Please dew...P-Please!...

" Mnn...let me think about it..."He caressed the reddened skin, while his tail kept thrusting into her. " Mnnn...I'm feeling very generous today, I will let you go but with one condition. I'm going to teach your mouth how to behave, no touching tho, and if you bite me I will cry. "He joked while letting her hands loose, he kissed her wrist softly to soothe the red marks that his belt left and took the blindfold off.

"You did a good job, but you don't deserve much praise right now. That nasty mouth of yours is bothering me, so we are going to do something about that, right sweets?"

He took his underwear and his hard leaking cock hit her lower abdomen as he got closer to her " Kneel Sweets." He dropped a pillow to the floor so her knees were comfortable, just a little detail. " Come on, earn your reward little kitten.

She smiled, in her mind all that was in front of her was the devilish gates to hell, he was pure sin, a fucking ghoul, with a textured dick and a lot of stamina. He even had a dick piercing! The little shiny ball glistened under the lights of her room. She kneeled somewhat ungracefully, her legs could barely stop wobbling. He smiled and looked directly at her eyes, drowning on the sight of her naked body kneeled in front of him, with that completely lustful stare, almost drooling waiting for him. He lifted up her chin and grazed the tip of his dick over her lips, letting drops of pre cum glaze them, she opened her mouth and stick out her tongue licking softly the drops that slided down his tip, he slided in slowly groaning at the warm feeling of her mouth, he let her guide the pace, he could be a fucker but he wanted to let her feeling as comfortable as she could. She began to move her head and suck on him, his gasps and moans were so hot, she felt the itch inside of her, she couldn't wait to have him inside of her. She kept bobbing her head up and down his length, he said no touching so she was trying her hardest to keep her hands quiet on her thighs. Waiting for him to give her some liberty.

"Mngg Ah! Ch-Chloe....fuck, you do have a sinful mouth Mnhh keep going, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth..."He took out his dick and rubbed it against her cheeks, giving soft slaps with it to her face , his almost mocking grin while he was doing it and his rosy cheeks were a marvelous sight for her, she stuck out her tongue again, and he slided inside her mouth a couple of times more before pulling out. He didn't care for the punishment, the pure look of lust in her face, the strains of saliva going down her chin to her breast that glistened with a coat of her saliva and his pre cum were driving the last self control that he had. He grabbed her nipples and positioned himself between his breast, pushing between them, her soft skin felt amazing. She lowered her head and opened her mouth letting him slowly slide in the tip, moving her tongue all over it, the spongy texture felt hot , and he was leaking a lot of precum over her tongue, the cold metallic feeling of the piercing mixed with the warm salty taste of his pre cum felt like a elixir that made her feel dumb, even more dumb.

"Mnhh C-Chloe! Mnhh...fucking minx, you look so, so pretty. You want me to cum on your face huh? Want me to paint that slutty face of yours with my thick cum? Huh?..."She hated and loved at the same time the mocking voice tone that he used while degrading her, she was just a rag doll, a fuck toy at this moment, a lustful slut who only wanted to be corrupted by him. "Come on.... answer you dumb fucked slut..." He kept moving his hips, never breaking eye contact. She tried to deny it a bit longer, but her mouth and body reacted on their own

"Y-Yes D-Dewdrop..."

"Mnhh...yes what? Words dumb baby, use them..."

"...I want you to cum on my face ..."

" Mnggh....that's my good girl..." He smiled and rubbed the tip over his lips, he jerked a few times before he felt the tightness on his lower abdomen, a deep growl came from his lips as he came over her face. The hot and thick ropes of semen fell over her cheeks, lips and some on her tits. That was a sight that he could get tattooed on his back, in full color. She looked a complete mess. " Ah! ...you look so beautiful..."He dragged his thumb over her cheeks collecting a bit of his seed before sliding it on her mouth. " Such a good girl for me...Mngh come here babe, how do you want it huh? You want to ride me like a good girl? Or do you want me to take care of you as the slutty princess that you are?" He took her in his arms and lifted her to seat her on the bed as she tried to compose a bit.

" Mngh...."She laid on the bed and put her arms up towards him, legs fully open to receive him. " ple...please" she begged and it sounded like pure lustful bliss to him. He got on top of her crawling, like a feral animal about to devour a helpless prey, she was his prey. Only his, and he was going to make sure that the whole abbey finds out about it.

" Mngh Chloe..." He grabbed her face and kissed her, slowly letting both tongues dance and play while he moved his hips, rubbing his hard dick over her slick and between her folds, teasing her needy hole poking slowly without going in. He broke the kiss to let her breathe, between their mouths a string of saliva, she glistened under the soft low warm light of her room, her teary eyes, her plumped lips and the redness of her cheeks looking like something dew wanted to paint and keep on his wall for ever. " Tell me...you are mine and only mine...right? "He pushed just a bit further, letting the head of his cock slide inside her, just at the entrance.

"Mngh...d-dew... dew please....please fuck me....

"Answer me you dumb fucked kitten...You are mine?

"I-Im yours! I'm fuckin yours but please just...Ah! Fuck me already!

" As you wish...''He smiled pushing inside of her with one hard thrust, her warmth and slick walls felt absolutely amazing squeezing him, sucking him inside every time he pulled away. He began to thrust slowly at first, letting her adjust to his dick and to his moves. " Ah!..you feel so good, so warm..."they both moaned at the friction, from his chest erupted a deep growl when he felt how she twitched inside.

"Ah....Ah! D-Dew!..." She hugged him pressing against her chest, moaning at the cold feeling of his pierced nipples. The way he was rolling his hips was driving her mad, she felt like she was melting under him, she slipped her hand down his back scratching with her nails every time he pushed harder. Dew moaned at the feeling of her nails digging on his skin, he used his tail to press on her clit while he thrusted over and over.

"Mngg...what's wrong kitten? What happened with that sassy mouth? "As she was about to say something back to him he pushed harder and deeper, earning another delicious moan out of her, he laughed mockingly " That's what I thought...No no, don't look away...Look at me, I want to see your eyes while I'm breaking you.

She tried to keep her eyes on his, to engrave in her mind his expression of pure pleasure and primal hunger for her, she dug her nails harder as he moved, dragging them down to his ass, pressing him harder against him, caging him between her legs. He was moaning and cursing loudly while her velvety walls squeezed him , he lowered his head to give wet kisses and bites on her neck, shoulder, between his ear and shoulder. Taking the opportunity to moan obscenities to her ear and make her squirm under him while he fucked her. Pure filthy praises.

"Such a good girl for me...See, you are so much ...Ah! Better when you..mgnh behave. Tell me...who you belong to now little minx?...

"mmngh...fuck...you..." She smiled, pure fucked out bliss and mischief. She was teasing her limits with him, and he loved that. She looked so gorgeous being a bratt, with that dumb expression on her face, saliva going down her chin as she gasped and moaned at the rhythm of his thrust's

" Mngh you still don't want to learn? " He grabbed her from the waist and lifted her, she locked her legs on his waist as she hugged him pressing his face against her tits. He got up the bed, letting gravity do his job and lifting her just enough to get out of her, and then dropping her down on his dick. she was squeezing him so hard against her body that his nipple piercings left marks on her breasts. Everytime he went inside she could swear that he went deeper and deeper, hitting her cervix.

She was trying to kiss him but he moved his face away with a sly smile. " No...you don't deserve that yet kitten..."He left bites all over her neck, he was sure that there would be marks in the morning, and he wanted her to wear them proudly. " Look how cute you look with my fangs tattooed all over your neck...Mngg..ah! And you like it...I can feel how you are clenching to my dick..."As he kept thrusting into her, he could feel the tension building in his abdomen, he was close and he could feel it growing inside of him. The way in which their bodies melted together, the heat that irradiated from their union, the buildup feelings mixed with the lust that poured from them both making the air thick, heavy with the fire ghoul scent was intoxicating. She tried to kiss him again, and this time she succeeded. The taste of the fire ghoul could easily become an addiction to her, his forked tongue made her shiver and moan, it was so deeply embedded in just lust and pleasure that even breathing could wait in the middle of the kiss. He broke the kiss, she felt saliva leaking from her lips running down her chin, the hands of the fire ghoul went to her face making her looking at him while he thrusted harder and deeper, her lustful fucked out expression was everything that he could asked for, he growled at her ear when he feel his knot building and pushing against her entrance.

" Mngh fuck... that....that is...." She looked down and catched a glimpse of the dark red knot bulking underneath her. " D-Dew...

" Mngh...Ah, don't...worry I'm not going to...Mnhh fuck Chloe s-stop squeezing...It could hurt you…" He tried to push away for a moment, he really could hurt her, and he didn't want to. Not like that.

" Mgn want it! I want it Dewdrop! Please " She looked at him, full lust inside her eyes, filled with carnal desire, greedy for more.

That took him by surprise, most of the times the siblings who had engaged with him in those activities were scared by it, and cut him before letting it go all the way, he only had tried that with other ghouls. Especially because after knotting her, he would imprint his scent on her, she would totally be his after that, his mate. And, he wanted that but he was scared that her body would break.

"Mnh..C-Chloe it's... dangerous...fuck stop moving babe..." He tried to stop her, but she kept moving her hips looking for more of him. " Are you sure... totally sure?..

" I-I am! I want it dew....Please..." The way in which she was begging him, her shiny doe eyes asking for him to completely break her was enough for him to push against her.

"Mnhh....a-ah!.. Breathe Chloe, look at me....I want to see your eyes...Look how cute you are, so corrupted by me...a fucking mess" He growled, his eyes glowed and his pupils dilated, he felt his horns growing slightly along with his claws.

"Mnhh...f-fuck dewdrop...m-ore..." He dug his claws on the skin of her hips, tearing a bit of the skin. The smell of her sweet blood made him jerk his hips against her, pushing a bit more the knot, stretching her slowly.

"Mnhh...I'm going to...ah! Imprint my scent on you after this, everyone will know that you are mine..." He kissed her, she wrapped her arms around his back, hugging him tighter. " If you don't want this...say it now, Chloe...do you want this?..

"Mnhm...I...I do, please keep... I'm yours dew. " He smiled, kissing her again, before pushing harder against her, sliding his knot inside her with one thrust. She bit his shoulder and scratched his back. She felt a bit of pain but nothing unbearable. He was amazed, she took him with ease, like she was made for him, and she felt even tighter than before.

"Mnhh! Fucking hell...you feel like a sin babe. Use my name...claim me as yours too Chloe.."

"D-Dewdrop...Mnhh! Dew I'm...I'm yours...b-be mine...

"Mnhh...only yours little kitten..." He kept moving his hips , until he felt the scorching sensation traveling from his spine to his dick, he was almost there. His tail moved to her clit, spanking the engorged bud as he thrusted. " Mnhh...let's...ah...do it together yeah.

"I'm... Dewdrop I'm cumming! D-Dew! " She dragged her nails harder along his back as she came, drawing some blood on the process, he moaned in her ear as he emptied himself inside of her. The thick ropes of his cum coating her insides as she clenched one last time to him. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, trying to recover some strength and regulate their breathings.

He moved slowly, putting her on top of him while still being connected through the knot.

"It's going to take a couple of minutes to go down…are you okay? " He caressed her back with slow and soft touches, giving soft kisses to her forehead.

" Mnhh…D-Dew…" He bit behind her ear softly, muffling a sweet laugh. She sounded so relaxed.

" What is it? Are you uncomfortable? Want me to move a bit?..

"N-No, just…Are you going to, eh, stay with me? Or is this just a one night stand?

"I'm going to stay, if that's what you want…and what do you mean with a one night stand? I marked you, kitten.

" You really scented me!?...

"Oh yeah, I told you, you are mine now. Well we have this sharing agreement with the den but only if you are comfortable with it…

" You are really sure that you want me?

"...you were the only thing in my mind for almost a year, yeah I'm pretty sure that I want you. Besides, I'm pretty sure that everyone in the den was expecting this…

" ….you are an asshole…"She laughed, and as she moved she felt the knot getting out of her with a small pop sound. She let out a small gasp as she felt the thick cum of the ghoul sliding down her legs.

"Mgnh…Wanna take a shower?...

They took a shower together, he helped her to change her bedsheets and then, as he was about to dress and leave he felt her arms hugging him from behind.

"...stay here, please…

"...Are you sure? What if sister Val comes and sees me here?...

" She will probably pat me on the back and laugh. "She dragged him without much resistance from the ghoul to her bed, laying there, feeling the warm body of the ghoul lulling her to sleep. Before she closed her eyes, he kissed her softly, hugging her tightly to his chest. They both fell asleep minutes after that. Both hearts beating happy and calm, feeling loved.

As the couple walked in the dark hallways of the abbey close to her room, Sister Val felt something strange in the air. A weird sulfur smell mixed with some sweet sugary and cinnamon smell

" Are you sure that you don't want to sleep in my room?...Dolce, I think it's time to …eh …you know, be more official? " Copia tried to convince her to stay the night with him in his chambers, like many other nights they spent together.

" My sweet Papa…We are pretty much official on our own terms, and I already told Chloe that I'm staying in the room tonight, she is my best friend and she gets somewhat lonely when I spend to much in your office.

" I know, but I want to have you all for myself…

" You already have most of me to yourself, don't be selfish. She also needs me…

She opened the door to their shared room slowly, it was already late and she was sure that Chloe must be asleep. As she went inside with Copia behind her, she stood in front of her dear friend's bed, there was someone else in the bed with her, and she recognized the long silky hair.

" Is that…Dewdrop?..." Copia asked in disbelief. The fire ghoul seemed so calm, relaxed and happy, a scene that was pretty uncommon for the always energetic and somewhat mean ghoul.

"Fucking finally…" She smiled and pressed a small kiss on her sleeping friend's forehead, before turning to face her lover" You know? I'm going to stay with you tonight after all, she already has some really good company…

She took a look at the cookies in the small tea table, the used bed sheets in a corner waiting for laundry day, and their clothes on the floor. She left a note " You look really pretty in his arms, lucky girl. Fucking finally! I want all the details in the morning, love Val. " And then left the room with Copia, who was bombarding her with questions.

She would have a really good breakfast talk with her dear friend, and she couldn't be happier for her.

A.N: Well, there it is. I hope all of you enjoy of this, this was really special to write because, again it's for my best friend 💕 Boobaby I adore u, with every strain of my cute heart ahhaahha 💕

#boobaby tag #ghost fanfiction #ghost the band #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #ghoul smut #dewdrop x oc #dewdrop ghost

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Mermaid!Thrawn x f!reader part 4

Part 1, 2, 3

"No, I do not know what it is made of, I'm sorry." The jeweler gives you back the bracelet decoration "It resembles Bisthmuth but some properties don't match."

You pout and observe the trinket shining in your palm. You hoped to learn more about this Thrawn with this.

You put on a chain and pass it on.

You hoped for something to take your mind off of things, with your exams coming soon you feel stress spiking in your blood and nerves.

You go to the beach and walk on the sand for a good moment. It's been a while since you properly swimmed.

As you continue you approach a fishing boat with fisherman repairing their nets. They wave at you. You smile politely and approach them, well wrapped up in your sweatshirt.

"Hello, mister Vanto." You recognize one of them "The fishing is good today?" you ask to the old, old man in used overalls. You can hear another voice singing shantys inside the cabin of the boat.

"Oh, hello there!" He reajusts his cap "Not at all, but the bay is like that."

You blink

"Really? But I've seen fishing boats here since I'm a toddler."

"Well there is less and less, but you should have seen when I was a toddler, all the boats that came back full of fish to the breaking point." He starts "The city was the fishing point for the 'ole region. The bay was vomiting fish and crustaceans, but that was long, long ago, when the canning factory used to work." He points to and old building, falling in ruins at the top of the cliff. You put your hand over your eyes to see it more clearly.

"Not that you mention it, I've never seent it work." You say almost to lowly for him to hear.

"It closed well before your birth, but it was the jewel of the city. We were feeding the 'ole region with our fish, that's for sure! But... " He lowers his voice and invite you closer like a he's about to tell a secret "But it was before-"

"Is my great uncle bugging you?" You hear the singing voice say and exit the cabin.

"Hi Eli!" You wave at him with a smile "Not at all, he was about to tell me a story."

Eli shouts a glare at his great uncle. "Not a story! You always tell stories."

"And I'll continue tell'em until the day I die!" He grumbles

"Please continue, mister Vanto. I'm curious." You hear Eli sigh.

"It was before the arriving of the missionaries. Tell me did your grandpa or great-grandpa told you about the legend of the town?"

"No? I don't think so?"

"Well the legend tells there was creatures in the waters of the port, and they used to work alongside the fishermen since antiquity. There was a 'ole pack of 'em, swimming next to the boats, gathering the fishes. The nets were always full to the brim, even when the great fish shortage and depression in the 20's happened, our nets where constantly full. I told you we fed the 'ole region! You know we're in a pretty isolated location, there wasn't any train before the 50's 'round here." He stops to breath

"There was a risk of famine planning over the region, but not with our nets full! Well those creatures weren't difficult, they helped us cornering fish, they got a share of the catch, and everything was right. Some of the men said they swimmed with 'em! A real symbiosis I tell you. We got so much fish it started to rot so we build a tin factory, work for the 'ole town! Glory days. We sent fish across the 'ole state, people came from the other neigboring towns to work here, get a slice of the cake. If you believe me, some of them even traded pearls and jewelry with the creatures. The jewelry were really strange apparently, like they were not from this world. The richest ladies of the town started to strut all over town with weird tiaras and bracelets and what'not. But that's not the most crazy part, approach, some nights the creatures left the ocean to roam the town and lay with the women, the children lived freely among us until they were called by the sea. And then the missionnaries came..."

He shakes his head with a sorry expression. You listen closely, completely enthralled by the story, Eli that grumbled earlier stopped to work and is listening too, curious. "They call the children monsters and the creatures demons, they said our symbiosis was unnatural and demonic, some people that didn't like the children gathered with 'em and started pushing back. It's true the child were queer and shapeless, apparently they got webbed hands and feets and gills on the neck. But overall the town didn't follow 'em and continued their exchange with the creatures, so the priests got to the sea and captured one of 'em, a young one, to expose 'em to the public. Supposedly they exposed the corpse on a pedestal in the church to prove their infernal lineage. And the creatures, oy, they didn't like that at all, we heard shrill whistles coming from the sea like an ominous signs all day long, it got worse at night like furious wind. They get out the waters and massacred the priests as revenge, and search through the town for a child to take but all the houses where boarded. So they get back to the sea."

"Is it why nobody here take children to high sea? Because of that legend?" You ask, remembering your grandpa wincing everytime you where on his boat.

"It's because children are unruly creatures, and nobody likes to have them in their legs while they manneuver their boats." Eli says, shaking his head.

"That's why. And since then the symbiosis stopped, the creatures stopped bringing fish, some say they purposefully turn away the fishs schools to prevent them from getting caught in our nets. That's why there is less and less fish today and the factory stopped."

You nods, aboslutely fascinated.

"Well this is a nice tale to explain global warming and overfishing, a bit graphic and outdated now." Eli mumbles unloading crates.

"That's the problem with youth of today, you don't have any imagination, you don't listen to the old tales and legends, you don't dream anymore..."

"Not with that economy, sorry uncle." Eli smiles saddly.

"I liked that story." You protest "It was really interesting, it explains a lot of quirks of the townies."

"Don't tell me you believe it?" Eli asks you dead in the eyes.

"No, but it is still nice, my familly doesn't have tales like that to share. Thank you for sharing sir." You smile at Eli's great uncle.

"Anytime!" He tilts his cap to you. "You know those creature are still here today? They attack the boats and destroy the nets, just yesterday The Jolly almost drown in high seas!"

"It's because the Jolly is an old wood shack! Henry would do well to buy a metal boat." Eli interject

"Did you see the claws marks on the hull? They were not natural!" his uncle turns towards him.

"He hited a reef, that's all." Eli shrugs.

You frown at Eli, he could humor his uncle sometimes. The old man sighs abandoning trying to put stars in the eyes of his nephew.

"You say that, but did you at least see one single creature?" Eli inquires.

"I was a lil'infant when all of that happened." His uncle defends himself.

"And you started drinking since then. That explains everything." Eli conludes. He turns towards you "Now if you don't mind, we still got work to do. I'll ring you later!" He shoos you away gently with an amused smile.

You wave at them walking away and heads towards the hidden cove. You undress to your swimsuit and enter the waters.

You go far, away from the shore, the water deliciously fresh. Your head is full of your futur exams, of the legends, of your familly's problems, giving you a headache.

You left yourself go ashore, floating on your back, when you feel a claw grazes your spine from your neck to your lower back.

You yelp in suprise, jumping out of your skin.

Thrawn's head appear from beneath you with wondering eyes.

"Jeez, you scared me, Thrawn" you smile. "I didn't know you would come up to the surface in broad daylight."

He circles you like a predator would a prey, but he seems calm and serene. You observe him swiming so gracefully with his powerful tail,' he's such a handsome creature' you think 'How could I believe such wonders existed...'

"Did you come here each day in hope to see me?" you ask without any illusions, he stops swimming and looks at you intensely.

You look at him enchanted and sigh. "How I wish I could have your life. Being a sea creature must be much simpler than our overcomplicated lifestyle..."

He looks at you like you just insulted him.

"Sometimes I wonders if you understand me." You laugh. He tilts his head and you stare at him, losing you in his burning eyes. "Sorry I wasn't here for the last months, it's getting crazy on land. I've had to work on my finals, my parents are a hassle, and I'm just lost in life..." You float on your back again and he imitates you, floating next to you. "Didn't really have time to come and see you, I hope you didn't feel to lonely?" You turn towards him with a smile. He just looks at you with a stoic expression but clearly listening. So you just open your bag and let out everything weighting down your heart, anything that came to mind.

He remains silent and still as you speak endlessely.

When you finally finish you feel a hand clawed on your shoulder and see Thrawn with a supporting expression. You smile at him, thanking the merman for the support.

Your eyes slide lower, to his pulsating gills, curious you approach a finger to touch but stop when you hear a growl coming from Thrawn. You let your hand floats down to your side.

You eyes go slower again, fixing his rising broad chest then go lower again an that's when you notice the bandages at his flanks.

You can't say what is it made of but it is unmistakably a bandage.

You wince "I should have brought something to help you." even though it doesn't make sense, he would have probably refused for you to touch him, so dressing him...

You Inhale deeply and let yourself sink, you let the water submerges you completely, in its appeasing silence and cold embrace.

You feel more at home here than when you're athome with your problems and your parents always screaming at each other.

Something grips your arm and takes you back to the surface. You open your eyes surprised, to see Thrawn pulling you to the surface.

"You thought I was drowning?" You explode laughing. He frowns as he sees you mocking him. He growls again and let you go unceremiously and turns his back on you. You just can't stop laughing. "Sorry! I'm sorry I worried you, but I'm fine!" you explain "Thank you for worrying, I shouldn't have laugh." You swim next to him but he doesn't look at you "Really... Thank you!"

But he doesn't react, you realize he's looking at something far away. You put your hand over your eyes and notices a bark away on the shore. He growls deeply and seems to hide the low side of his face under water, murderous eyes on the bark.

"Wait a minute..." You focus on the group in the bark...

It's the group that tried to capture Thrawn the day you met him!

"Oh no, Thrawn you must..." but he's already gone. You see the tip of his tail disapearing in the dephts of the sea.

You swim towards the little embarcation until your voice can reach them, they are already away from the beach when you arrive at their side.

"Oy! Boat! Where are you going like that?" You ask innocently.

"Thats none of your business, lass. Get out!" One of them respounds dryly. You notice their harpoons, and gulp. But you hold your position.

"You go fishing what type of fish with those harpoons?" You insist.

"Big ones."

"How big?"

"Bigger than you." You need to find something to drive them away from here.

"I've seen big fish! There in this direction." You points towards the opposite direction Thrawn took "They hide in the submerged caverns under the cliff."

"Really?" Ask the younger one.

"No, idiot! We already checked that place." The one appearing to be the leader hits him at the back of the head.

"Well search better, cause my father fished a big fish here."

"How big?"

"Bigger than me"

"Maybe it's true?" try the younger one. The leader sigh, tired of his comrade.

"Well, it's true we didn't try this place at night, what would it cost to try again?" A woman proposes.

"They come during daytime too, we almost caught one during daytime remember?" the leader argues. That's definitively them!

"It's you who said they mostly appear at night!" She insists.

The leader seems to think for a moment, before abdicating "Alright, alright. We'll come back at night. You happy?"

They row back to the beach and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding. That was a close one!

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animatorweirdo · 22 days

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When the Dragons Fly(book 2)

You and most of the villagers survived the night. You take temporal refuge in the destroyed town and try to convince the other chiefs to take a safe route to ensure your and other people's safety. Aelon looks after Eweniel and mourns the fate of one of his friends.

[] = High Valyrian

Chapter 18

Warnings: mentions of orc attacks, dead people, someone getting poisoned, trying to convince stubborn people, possible dying characters, Aelon feeling a bit depressed, getting ambushed, and getting trapped.

(Note: Just wanted to say this is the second last chapter of this series. Hope you are prepared for the last one)

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The aftermath of the attack took a heavy toll on you and those who survived. The attack did not come as a surprise to you since you expected it to happen, so you were perhaps the only one who was least bothered by the attack. However, you did wish you had succeeded in urging the people to leave early so you wouldn’t have suffered the loss of your home and the death of your friends and neighbors. The hopeless delaying and the false sense of security ended up being the things that brought your dream to reality.

Luckily, most villagers were at the edge of the village when the attack happened, so you managed to save most who died in your dream. Helena, Mika, their mother, Eda, Dwenn, and most of Aelon’s friends, but unfortunately, you did not manage to save Eweniel’s parents from the fate of being burned alive in their house. To think she had to suffer the pain of losing her family at such a young age.

There was also Samuel, who had gotten shot with an orcish arrow during the attack, inducing him into a sickened coma.

One positive outcome of the attack was that the chief and the people began to take your words more seriously. You assumed temporary control over the remaining Watchmen and warriors, positioning them at the rear to defend the villagers as you all made your way to the nearby town.

You had hoped you could either seek refuge or warn them of the orcs, but unfortunately, Morgoth’s onslaught reached far, and even the town was not spared from the attacks.

Homes were burned to the ground, leaving nothing but scorched ruins. Dead bodies were gathered on the sides of the streets, carried by those who survived the pillaging. The sight was devastating, but since there were no orcs, you took the chance to rest and regain some supplies for the next journey.

You took it upon yourself to meet with the other villages’ chiefs who had also come to the town and urge them to leave as soon as possible, to leave north and seek safety from the southern lands.

"I propose that we gather all the supplies we have and swiftly make our way through the mountains. There is an old abandoned fortress that could provide us with cover for the night. From there, we can reach Himlad and continue southward." you explained while pointing through the map. “It’s one of the less-known roads, which can give us cover and lose any possible pursuers,” you added. “It also has a good defensive point if there is a need for combat,”

“Why should we go there? Why don’t we go to the eastern pass and seek refuge from the elves of Himring?” questioned one of the chiefs, Horren, an older seasoned warrior with a scar over his eye.

“There’s no one there. The Noldor of Himring have suffered such losses that they no longer have enough people to man it. They have decided to abandon it and retreat to the south,” explained another chief, Baelen, a much younger man than Horren, but more experienced than most.

"Not to mention, going through Himring leaves us open to attacks. We don't know if Morgoth has left forces there to ensure no one can get in or out. It’s too obvious of a trap," you explained. "Through the mountains, we have at least some protection from potential attacks," you added.

"Lady (Name) makes a good point. Perhaps we could pass through the pass of Aglond. It's the closest route to us and offers a clear path southward to Himlad," Deanna, the wife of a passed-away chief, said while cradling her newborn in her arms.

“Possibly, but I think it is too obvious of an escape route. It is a well-known road, and Morgoth could have already set orcs there for an ambush,” you said.

“And how can you be sure the orcs are already there?” someone else questioned.

“Because these creatures do not rest at night, and when there’s an opportunity to ambush a large group of refugees. I think they would be more than happy to prepare for that and send new thralls to the dark lord,” you explained.

“Going through less known roads can give us a chance to pass through without notice,” you added.

“If we go there now. We could get there first,” one of the other chiefs suggested.

“I do not think that’s wise,” you answered. “I think it’s better to be cautious than fall into obvious traps,”

“I think you are being overly cautious. It’s better to take the opportunity than allow paranoia to control our judgment,” Horren said.

You frowned at his response. “My people called me paranoid because I urged them to prepare and flee from a possible attack, but then we were attacked. I don’t think I’m being paranoid about this,” you answered.

“Should we not prioritize our safety first than take risks that could possibly get us killed?” you questioned and Chief Horren looked like he wanted to snap at you.

Your village chief then stepped in, calming you down.

"(Name), I don't doubt your understanding of our predicament, but if we prepare to leave now, there's a chance we could flee before the orcs have a chance to set an ambush," he spoke. "And if we encounter complications, we could then use the mountain road you mentioned," he added.

“Chief. With all due respect. I think going for the pass of Aglong is too big of a risk!” you protested.

“Enough! You've shared your idea, and I think we should go for the pass of Aglond. It's the quickest route we can take, or does anyone else have a better idea?" Chief Horren looked around the room, but most of the chiefs looked away and said nothing. "If not, I vote that we go there as soon as possible. Are we in agreement?" he asked, and the other chiefs nodded quietly while some remained silent.

"I guess that's decided then. We will leave before sundown," Horren stated, looking at you as no one said anything. You frowned, frustrated as the meeting came to an end.

As people waited in line for the cooks to pour their bowls with soup, when Aelon's turn came, the cook filled both the bowls he held. He then walked over to Eweniel, who was seated on a bench, covered with a blanket and wearing a dull expression.

Aelon sat beside her and handed her one of the bowls.

"Here, try to eat something," he said as she grabbed the bowl and the spoon. "Thanks..." she uttered quietly while beginning to eat slowly.

Aelon stared at her worriedly. Eweniel had been quiet since the attack. Seeing her parents die in the burning house had taken a toll on her, and it made the feeling for him ten times worse. Never had he seen his best friend so quiet and hollow in all his life, and he didn't know how to help her. All he knew was to make sure she ate at least.

The two then noticed Rodrick as he approached them with a sullen look.

"Rodrick. How is Samuel doing?" Aelon asked.

Rodrick released a heavy sigh. "Eda is looking after him, but he doesn't look good. He looks like he's having a hard time to breath, and his mom is not doing well either,” he explained. "I heard her crying and I think I heard them mention that... the arrow might be poisoned," he revealed.

Eweniel inhaled, her shoulders slumped as she tried to avoid crying from the news. Aelon held on to her, so she wouldn't fall while trying to avoid crying himself. Seeing one of his best friends lose their parents was hard, but now losing one of his best friends to death was too much. Why Samuel getting shot in his dreams have to come true?

Aelon then saw you walking toward them.

"(Name)" he started. "Rodrick said that the arrow that hit Samuel could have been poisoned. Is that true?" he asked, nearly pleading it wasn't true.

You looked at him sympathetically.

"I went to see Eda after the meeting to see how Samuel was doing. I'm afraid that it's true," you answered.

Eweniel started quietly sobbing.

"But..." you said. "He could survive if we pass through the mountains in time, then we could seek help from the elves. They have medicines that could cure him from the poison in his veins,” you explained.

“It just means we have to pray that we can pass through the mountains without getting attacked,” you said.

Aelon thought to himself before setting down his bowl.

“I will be back,” he said to Eweniel before looking at you.

“(Name), can we talk privately,” Aelon asked. You nodded and motioned him to lead.

You two arrived at a small corner of a destroyed house. Aelon looked around then started speaking to you in your mother tongue.

“[(Name)... Can I take Falconer and Samuel and fly to seek the help he needs?]” he asked.

“[Aelon… if we do that. We would have to risk revealing Falconer to Samuel’s parents. They are now more protective of him than ever. There’s no guarantee they would even agree to hear you out before alerting everyone to kill Falconer]” you explained softly.

“[But maybe with you telling them. They would agree…]” Aelon said.

“[I do not think in this state they would agree to anything I said. Also, Samuel needs constant attention. There is a chance he won’t survive the night if someone is not there to watch him]” you replied.

“[And the only place you could reveal yourself and Falconer is an elven city by the sea which is a three-day journey. Samuel won’t have enough time for that]” you added.

“[What about the Noldor, or the Sindar elves?]” Aelon questioned.

“[The Noldor will kill you on sight if they saw you, and there’s is a chance the Sindar elves will only remain hidden. And I do not think even Nelyo would agree after the defeat he suffered,]” you explained.

“[I’m sorry, Aelon. But using our dragons would only lead us to bigger risks,]” you said.

Aelon remained quiet.

You laid your hand on his shoulder, making him look up to you.

“Believe me. I would have allowed it if we didn’t have such low chances, but sometimes we have to take the harder path. And Samuel is already in a critical condition. I do not wish for you to bear such sorrow, but there is a chance that he might not even survive this walk. I just wish for you to prepare for that,” you explained.

“The only thing we can do is hope for a miracle, or that things turn out for the better,” you said.

“Do you understand?” you asked. Aelon quietly nodded.

“We will be leaving soon. Try to look after Eweniel and hope that Eru will be merciful to all of us,” you turned to leave.

“I have to get the Watchmen in order. Eat while you still can and stay with Helena and Dwenn,” you said then left.

Aelon stood there motionlessly for a while, releasing a few tears as he despaired over the situation and felt the weight of hopelessness settle upon him.

The journey began unpleasantly, with some people still tired and hungry, but everyone pushed through, eager to get away from the dangers of the north.

Aelon was on Dwenn’s wagon with Eweniel. Helena and Mika were sitting on the opposite side with their mother and Samuel was lying on the wagon’s floor with Eda taking care of him. Ramuel was beside them.

You were in the back, prepared to meet possible attackers from the back.

Aelon looked toward the mountains, where he could sense his dragon following. Falconer and Baleria had been following in a safe distance. It gave at least some comfort. He hoped Aegar, Viserya, and Smoke were doing alright as well.

Dwenn seemed to have sensed his distant staring.

“Everything will be alright, my boy. Once we’re out of these mountains, we’ll be safe and Samuel will get the help he needs,” Dwenn said.

“I hope so… he doesn’t look so good,” Aelon glanced down at his sick friend.

A loud horn was suddenly heard, making the people stop in confusion.

You turned around to see a large army of orcs marching toward you.

“It’s an ambush,” you took out your sword with the other men.

The people panicked and began screaming, running away from the sight of orcs. Dwenn snapped the reins and made the horses run. Aelon looked back toward you as you stayed behind with the men.

“All shields on the front! Archers on the hill! Do not let them pass!” you ordered. Those from your village did not hesitate, while the other men hesitated.

“Do as she says!” Chief Baelen who travelled with you yelled toward his men.

You all then prepared and faced the enemy. You slashed down the first orc that tried to attack you.

Aelon looked back towards you, feeling worried until he couldn’t see you anymore. He nearly fell off when the wagon came to a sudden stop. Eweniel managed to grab him before he could fall and pulled him back to the wagon. Dwenn calmed down his startled horses.

“Wow! Easy!” Dwenn yelled as his horses whined and reared on their feet.

“Dwenn! Why did we stop?!” Eda snapped at him. Aelon and everyone on the wagon then saw what was in front of them and why everyone came to a stop.

There was an old abandoned fort in front of them. A wall crossed through the pass, and although the gate had crumbled, that wasn't what caught Aelon's attention. It was the large wall of boulders and rocks that blocked the gate entrance, so massive it seemed impossible to get through or climb over.

Aelon’s eyes widened as the people began to despair. You were right once more. The path had been completely blocked, trapping them between the rocks and the enemy you were fighting back. It was a trap.

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lovelikealcoholic · 7 months

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GENSHIN CHARACTERS WITH A SHY SO PART ONE

Warnings: NSFW, degrading, PUBLIC, mEAAN, BDSM, gnarp gnarp. freaky stuff.......

WARMIMG: wrote this at 4am, very bad writing? maybe, idk not proof red

implied neurod

18+1!!!!1111 pweasee.......

Let's say you're old pals.

When you two were younger, you were the quietest, barely letting out words, but were always next to him. Nobody saw anything off about it.

Now hes Zhongli.

"gah you're so pathetic, geezer... you're really giving out your gnosis just like that? ....loser..."

When alone, there's never a time you just can't help but criticize most of the things he's done recently. It's so confusing and irritating. What an irresponsible man, you think.

When you're sitting alone at a table with him until a blond guy shows up just to talk to him makes you turn bright red in embarrassment and look at your cup.

Zhongli is quite amused by your quick actions every time. You could be insulting him to the ground, but as soon as someone else comes, you're like a quiet little bug, bright red, stuttering, fidgeting.

He kind of wishes he was a stranger.

But no stranger would be able to fuck you to the ground like he could. Your comments rarely bother him but there's just times when you catch him in a bad mood and he drags you to any surface and grabs your neck and starts undressing you.

"wha.. -hey! what are you doing-!?!?" panicked probably drops a few insults maybe a faggot comment just anything to get him off you but it just fuels him even more.

"Hush. save your words for later."

Probably ties you, spanks you, hes a very patient man and you're just a very impulsive person. He asks you to apologize but you don't because why would you apologize when you don't mean it.

maybe he doesnt even fuck you, just leaves you tied up, hanging while you squirm and whimper at the feeling of his ropes grinding against you.

Maybe if he feels like it he'd fuck you right there in the table you were sitting at, right in front of everyone. Being extremely shy and nervous, you practically die inside, head fuzzy from how red and hot your body is, trying to cover yourself poorly and just moving your hands to desperately hold onto something.

n-no.... no no MORE!! P-p-people.... agh...." its all mumbles, no loud moans escape you, only small whimpers and cries of pleasure (consensual btw)

you never show your face again.

if you did you probably changed ur whole appearance and kept your mouth shut every time you would be outside with him now, ur shy around him now, its very cute.

Hu Tao takes you everywhere, theres not one minute where shes seen running around in the harbor without you.

You're known to hike a lot, travel. When someone would ask where you'd be its either Wangshun Inn, the Funeral Parlor or up in the mountains of Liyue.

She loves peeking around corners, watching you from afar as you try to stutter out words to anyone you need to talk to. She just cant help it. you're such a sight to see to her.

she loves to surprise hug you from behind, probably grope you in front of the lady you were talking to, snickering while happily talking to the lady.

"hai!!! lovely evening isnt it? hey i saw you checking out the fruit over ......" then talks to her very casually as if her hands arent into your shirt twisting and pinching at your skin and all you can do is blush heavily and pant.

Probably does freaky stuff inside her office, she seems very devilish so temperature play while holding you down is so her thing.

Maybe drops ice cubes and drags them everywhere in your body then uses her mouth tongue to melt them and leave you wet....

you're just so quiet and shy around even her, hiding your face, stuttering. She just loves it.

and she also loves to display it!

she gets very handsy, around her friends, Zhongli, anyone!

she could drop some more ice inside your shirts or pants secretly while your trying to talk to someone leaving you back arched and body clenching so nicely.

maybe her silly little ghost goes under your clothes too, teasing you while handing our flyers for a 50% coffin discount.

gg ur dead

He loves how you only nod or shake your head most of the times, looking at the floor or just fidgeting. you're just the cutest thing!!!!!

When hes always talking to anyone he always tries to get you to talk to see how ur eyes widen and you stutter out a shy answer. AW1!!!1 he loves it!!!

"I DO NOT CRY AT SAD MOVIES!!!! right dear??? see THEY AGREED!!!"

probably wasnt listening to the conversation just agreed/....

honestly i think he could be very private about intimate things, be very gentle and soft with you.

but maybe when you end up being a little brat or just teasing him he'll spank you by a tree, maybe his gang is just there eating just used to it so they just talk to each other while you practically die from embarrassment, they arent even looking but its so ARGH,,, and he just laughs and rubs your sore bum while he talks all dirty to you....

Maybe fucks yyou in sara's office, takes a pic and gets outta there.

gg ez ur done, destroyed

aww you're shy? well that doesnt stop dear lisa from making you do lots of social interactions cause she loves your nervous look.

after all the work she makes you do you lay down tired from all the interaction, totally burnt out. but she gets mad, saying you have so much to do.

maybe you need a bit of motivations, gatta get you out of your shell...

probablu have some little toys inside of you while you do your work. zaps you once or twice or maybe puts it to the max and you fall to the floor, hips twitching and whoever you were talking to looks at you concerned before blushing wide eyed to see the problem.

makes you wear anything. she probably likes making you crossdress,

cute thing in a little knight maid dress, walking around shyly to finish tasks but the skirt is just so small... knights can see your undergarments, too small for you and how you twitch and grind onto nothing.

probably spreads your legs in the library to educate knights on how to pleasure someone or just for them to look at their sweet darling.

makes you cross dress into a male knight's gear and you have to train with all the male knights who are super sweaty and cant help but look at you as you weakly swing your sword. those clothes are just so tight!!!

probably rips from how tight it is and your stuttering bright red trying to cover your exposed skin.

what an evil lady, shes so mean!!! tortures you by edging you and you have to cry and beg for her to let you come.

um lmk if u like, i can make part two w suggested character.s......

#genshin smut #smut

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smolvenger · 1 year

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Used Goods, Part Two

Summary: You are betrothed to marry your dear Prince Hal. But you are informed of a law that says that the woman who marries the prince or king must be chaste or else you are committing treason. That is unless someone tells the Prince before the marriage. This forces you to go to your beloved and confess how you were sexually assaulted as a child. How will he react? Is your engagement now over?

Warnings: Discussions of Past Sexual Abuse, Some Angst around the middle but lots of Fluffy and Hurt/Comfort Moments. . Discussions of marriage, and a bit of mild violence at the end. Spoiler Alert: Hal respects women.

A/N: Hi guys! The inspiration for this was that I was reading about Catherine Howard, the fifth of the six wives of Henry VIII, and how it was because of the Law of Contract, that she was not a virgin when she married the king (in addition to her allegedly wanting to commit adultery) that she was executed. So it gets...cathartic and dramatic. The actual assault is never portrayed but discussed.

In case you couldn't tell, I'm on a huge Tom Hiddleston kick so I HAVE to write something with my personal favorite (non-Loki) character of his, my boy/Babygirl Prince Hal. This is super indulgent hurt/comfort and fluff, so enjoy!

“Y/N, are you in danger? Are you being threatened?” he asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“No, I am not…” you responded.

“Are you sick?”

“No, it’s only…I just…I just found out…your father’s advisor, Warwick, he just visited me.”

“Oh, Warwick! The wisest, good fellow. He always defends me before father when I need it most,” Hal commented.

You sat down on a chair in front of the crackling fire. Hal looked back at you.

“What is it, my love- you’re trembling!”

Looking down, your hands were shaking. Your lips were quivering yet no sound came out.

“ And what about the…the Law of Contract. Did he…what did he say to you?”

He sat down on the chair near you. His brows furrowed and there was a darkness in his eyes. Dear God, he was going to get angry, you feared. But it had to be over with. You crossed your arms over, slumping in your chair.

“He only reminded me of it. He said I cannot be an unchaste woman and marry you. But…Henry…Henry, Hal, Harry I…”

The words wanted to come out of you…but it was not quite there. You saw his grip on his knee begin to clutch.

“Y/N…we are alone. You are safe, you can tell me.” He assured you.

“Henry…I won’t be entering this marriage a virgin…” you confessed.

You saw the expression on his face had only changed with his eyebrows raising.

“So you”

The words came out of you, the most important detail of it all.

“But it wasn’t my choice!” you cried.

He froze. There was silence except for the fire. You put a hand over your mouth and backed deeper into the chair.

“You mean…”

Then it went alight, his blue eyes blinked and then went big. His beautiful face turned stark white. He walked up to you. You wondered what he would do- strike you? Chide you? Break you off at the spot.

You flinched a little when his hand went up, but you realized it was to touch yours. He knelt to you as you sat on the chair, in front of the fire.

“My lady…when did this happen?” he asked kindly.

So, his anger earlier was not at you, thank goodness! But there was a seriousness in him.

“I…I was a child. Nine years old, I think…I don’t remember my age exactly…”

“What do you remember? Can you tell me?” he asked.

“I can…I remember…some…”

You looked into the fire. Maybe not looking at him would make talking about it easier.

“It was an Easter gathering. My family was around. So many cousins and children and grandchildren…so many in such a big house, no one would notice if two grandchildren slipped away to play…”

Your heart began to pick up speed. The words couldn’t be formed. Yet Henry’s squeeze of hands gave you strength. It made you turn, look him in the eye, and recount what happened.

“He…my cousin he…he was then a youth, an adolescent…he took me to one of the guest rooms. Then he asked me…asked me to take off my clothes. At first, I said no and then I stopped. I was curious. I wanted to know what would happen. He made me feel special, chosen, lucky- so I said I changed my mind and yes. So, I did. And then he took off his clothes…he took me on the bed and…”

They were stuttering out of you, like a babbling brook trying to ease its way from a crack in the wall.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know what was going on. Finally, I remember crying at the end. I felt his…his…his manhood, you know. Then I begged him at last, crying, to stop…and he stopped. We redressed. He ordered me not to tell anyone…”

“And did you?” he asked.

You felt the touch of his hand on your face, and you turned to look at him. Now tears were welting in your eyes.

“I told my parents and my brother…”

“And what did they do?” Hal asked.

“He was banned from the house for a few months…then all continued as normal. They said he cried and felt guilty and that relieved him of the guilt apparently. He enters our house and prances freely like any other guest. He is married now- the most beautiful, kind, bright lady. I don’t have the heart to tell her. IF anyone else in the family knew, they pretend like it never happened…”

Hal got up; he paced the room briefly. Then with great force he went to the wall and slammed a fist against it, huffing out in frustration. The noise made you jump. You dropped your head into your hands to cry, steadying your breath. He returned to you.

“Which cousin of yours did it?” he asked.

You cupped his ear and whispered a name. You looked up a few of his golden curls were undone. His eyes were large and he ungritted his teeth when he looked at you.

“Henry…go ahead. Let me go. Set me free. That’s the law.”

With ragged breathing, you began to slip the ring off your finger.

“I am not fit to be your wife, princess, much less your queen. That’s what it says. I committed treason against you- you, my dearest gift from heaven, the love of my life- long before I even met you. And I will not be the one who betrays or ruins you.”

Tears went down your cheeks and you did your best to stay still, somewhat calm. You held the ring and offered it to him. His face was white and his jaw was tight.

“So go ahead, Henry- I won’t mind. It is what it is. End the betrothal.”

There was a pause. Silence again.

Then he went up to you and embraced you. He smelled of the horses he liked to ride in the mornings, but you didn’t mind at all. It was all-encompassing and warm. You let yourself relax into it.

“I won’t,” you heard him say.

He then knelt again and put the ring back onto your finger.

You let out a little gasp and then with it let the tears break into your voice. Your face scrunched. You leaned into him. You buried it into the redness of his leather jacket. He didn’t care for any stains it got despite its beauty. You hugged him tight, and he even rocked you a little. You let yourself cry heavier into him, and you felt his hand on his back.

Hal knew of rape, especially from war stories. He was raised to be a warrior as well as a prince. Once he even told his Eastcheap friends one night that during those wars, virginities could be purchased cheaply. That the threat of rape to village women would motivate any defiant town to surrender its gates to an army in a second.

You might as well be one of those village women.

Yet, how little did he think! How foolish he was! Guilt tightened his throat as he felt you shake with crying in his embrace.

How he had yet to not only gain his lady’s trust…but to hear of this. He didn’t think of those “virginities” as real women, real people. He didn’t think what they would go through and live beyond that hour of terror. That it would haunt them all their lives and torment them if they did not die that moment. That every day there were wars being fought and raged over women’s bodies…and that even the most beloved, respected, and treasured, wonderful woman in the world, you…

Those women were just more of you, and more to cry in front of fireplaces in their fiancé’s arms. And that was if they survived! To think if only he had been around to protect you! Had he failed you already?

God Above, he would not fail you again. Not now or ever.

“You won’t?” you repeated his words.

“I won’t. Y/N, I’m going to marry you, no matter what.”

You blinked rapidly.

“But the law…”

“Fie the law- I am the Prince of Wales, and soon the King of England…”

He released the hug, clutching both of your hands.

“Why must we submit to strict, unnecessary laws when we are kings? Rulers? Why should we be old-fashioned when we can make rules of our own? I say…when we are on the throne, we shall make our own laws, our own rules as we want them…” he boasted.

He swallowed. You wiped a few tears with your sleeve.

“I’m a traitor according to the law…” you pointed out.

“It wasn’t your own decision…how can an innocent child know?! All the more reason…I will make sure the law doesn’t touch you. And anyone who says otherwise…I’ll take care of him. Exile at least sounds wise,” Hal pointed out.

He released your hands. You folded them in front of you, eyes dipping to the stone floor beneath you.

“But Hal…I’m spoiled goods…”

He shook his head.

“No! Don’t you dare call that about yourself! There is nothing spoiled or damaged about you…”

He touched your chin and then pressed his forehead to yours.

“You’re a brave woman, Y/N…” he praised quietly.

“I’m not a soldier or a knight, I don’t fight with swords like you…” you denied.

“You just told The Prince of Wales a dark secret that in the wrong hands could have gotten you arrested or worse! And…when we are married, that blessed, blessed day…we will have to learn all about each other. What is good…and what is bad, what is secret, shameful. You gave me your weakness, your shame and…chose to confide in me…and Y/N…”

His own eyes began blinking with tears.

“It makes me even prouder that I’ll be your husband…”

You smiled, the tears starting to dry. You even held onto his arms. Then you began to shake, looking at him.

“Oh, my dear Hal…I was so terrified!” you confessed.

You broke again into sobs, sinking onto the floor. He went down and embraced you again, putting a light touch on your back and whispering assurances.

“It’s alright, you’re safe, my beautiful girl, you’ll always be safe with me…you’re safe, my lamb, you’re safe...”

You pulled away to wipe your tears. He again clutched your hands. His nostrils flared and his eyes steeled.

“I swear to you…I will never hurt or betray you. I will never force you into my bed or lay a hand on you when you do not want It or know of it. I will never take advantage of you as my wife to inflict my will on you…spurn me from your bed, tell me no, lie that you are sick- strike me hard and scream, even! And I will go away…” he promised.

You began to blink.

“But…you’re the-“

“Yet here when you are with me, I am your servant, Y/N! Make me your servant and I will be content.”

He reached down to kiss your hand, just as he did when you agreed to marry him. He looked back up at you. He then cupped your cheek.

“My poor, brave lady…where your family once spurned and hurt you, here- in my family, you will be the most loved. Where once you were the most ignored, here the most listened to. And once the most hurt, here the safest and respected of all.”

You cupped his face, smooth and cold. Sweetly, you gave him a small kiss on his lips and the last embrace after.

“Hal…thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He led you to stand up. You cleared up what tears you had left and smoothed your gown.

“I have this meeting for another hour. I’ll ask the servants to bring you a drink…you could live here in the palace with us from now on if you would like. I’m sure as long as we’re in separate rooms until the wedding, your family and mine would approve.”

You nodded.

“Yes, I would.”

“My father adores you. He will be thrilled.”

He took your hand again and then began to walk you to the door.

“You must dine with me and my brothers tonight. They’ll make you smile. And I must tell you- my father and brothers plan on playing their little game of dice and this later afternoon. Usually, I’d be away but today…we both will join them. Though I must warn you- my brother, John, is far too good at it and wins every time. I’ll ask him to go easy on you.”

You smiled.

“I would love that,” you said.

“I must finish this meeting, but I will make sure there is always a guard by you and a servant to bring you anything you could want from the kitchen…”

He led you out. Thankfully, no snooping lord was at the door minus the guarding knights. Those lords were chatting among themselves in that large stone hallway.

“I shall look forward to it, my lord” you answered demurely, aware that you were now not alone.

He gestured for a knight to step by.

“Stay by the lady. Attend to her today. And bring one of the castle maids to fetch a cup of sack for her today…see she is not left alone until I am with her in an hours’ time.”

He turned to you.

“When I return, would you like to visit the gardens, my lady?” he offered.

“I would, my lord. I will see you then,” you said.

You exchanged polite bows and curtsies as goodbye.

Gesturing the lords to return, Hal vanished behind the doors with the other lords. But little did they know that beneath the chair, their prince had his hands curled into fists.

“One more thing gentleman, I must know of the address of a certain gentleman…” The Prince announced.

“How come?” asked one.

“He hasn’t paid his taxes” the Hal lied.

When the worries of the crown got too much to him, the King could not sleep. That night was no different. He paced about the hall, his footsteps echoing the halls away from the peaceful lute music. Letting out a sigh, he decided the best way to pass the time of night and to get his mind off, was to begin to pick and prepare for the room where you, his dear future daughter-in-law would be staying. It would be a pleasant change perhaps. Since Hal suggested it at dinner with approval, he might as well begin the work. He arose a few servants to pick a place, have blankets cleaned, and to pick a rug perhaps you would like.

He didn’t notice his rebellious son sneak out of the castle, cloaked and armed with a dagger, and march into the stables. The white stallion was his usual favorite, but the prince Hal chose the black horse. That would not stick out in the night. He wanted no warning.

He galloped straight there. His high status permitting a smooth ride with no stops from any guards.

Hal arrived right at the address he knew of. Keeping the cloak over his face, he knocked on the door.

“Who is it?” a female voice asked from inside.

“Stay there, I shall see to them…” a male voice replied near her.

The door opened and the man inside- the cousin Y/N spoke of- looked up to see the cloaked figure.

“Who goes there at this late hour at night? Are you a messenger?” he asked.

“Step outside. Close the door.”

The cousin did.

“What do you want, eh?” he asked, head tilting.

Two hands reached from the cloak and pulled down the hood. It was the red, fuming face of England’s Prince, Lord, and Sovereign.

The Cousin’s jaw dropped. He backed a step, arms in front of him to keep from falling.

“Why- it’s…your grace!”

As he stepped back one foot to attempt to bow, it was interrupted as The Prince’s fist reached forward, grabbing his collar and the other went over his mouth.

Hal dragged the Cousin to the shadow of the house, pinned him to the wall, and punched him right in the face. He let out an “AHH!”

“Did you assault her grace, The Princess of Wales?”

“She…she isn’t married yet…she’s not a princess…” The Cousin replied.

Hal slammed him against the wall with his fists, he then curled him closer to his face.

“She is to me and now tell me!”

The cousin’s face turned white except for the blood from his lip.

“You forced the young Princess of Wales- my wife- to unspeakable acts reserved between man and wife- did you not?” Hal asked.

Blubbering, the man trembled out a weak “…yes…but I was a youth!”

“You were old enough to know better!” Hal retorted.

“I’ve repented-“

It was interrupted by another punch to his ear.

“Do not speak of your repentance as you walk about guiltless!”

Hal caught his breath. He should kill the man as he stood, perhaps. But not without great consequences for himself. Perhaps he could deal with some angry in-laws, but if the Chief Justice could throw him in prison once, perhaps he would do it again.

He didn’t think if he saw this man again that he could restrain himself as much as here.

“From now on, you are not allowed in this kingdom. And if you are ever seen within ten feet of her person, I will order you to be executed on the spot…” Hal threatened.

“Jesu, beheaded!?” the cousin cried.

“No- noblemen are beheaded. You deserve to be shot at with my arrows and have them dragged across your stomach until your intestines spill about!” Hal raged.

The Cousin began to shake.

“Gather your things and flee before I lose what mercy I have in my heart. This is your Prince’s command- do you understand!” he barked.

“Yes!”

The prince threw him into the mud. He then placed a boot onto the cousin’s chest and spoke from above like an avenging male fury.

“I will see you tomorrow at this hour and see if it is done, and if not…”

He opened his cloak to flash the dagger.

“I will slit your throat. I will tell other thieves did it…” he hissed.

The cousin nodded.

“I will report this!”

“And then I’ll tell your wife what you did!” Hal argued.

The Cousin let out a gasp, his air making fog into the coldness of that wintry air of the night.

“Now leave- I never wish to see your disgusting face again!” Hal spat, removing his boot.

The cousin scrambled back into the house. The prince returned to his horse and rode back home.

That morning, you returned with a few royal servants and your family to bring some of your possessions. There was already word that a room for you was ready and that it was time already.

“It’s here, I have been told” a knight explained as he escorted you through.

As you were allowed into the room, you noticed two sights- one was Prince Hal with some wildflowers. The second was more extraordinary. Hal’s father, King Henry, was curled up asleep on the bed, in a fetal position. His gray robes around him. Your jaw dropped.

“My lord, wha-“

He raised a finger to his lips.

“He hasn’t slept this well in ages…let him…”

He gently led everyone out.

He greeted you by kneeling down and pecking your hand politely. A gesture usually reserved for servants to royalty, but the most powerful young man in the country reserved it for you.

“My lord, your skin beneath your eyes seems dark…have you not been sleeping well too? Were you up late as your father?” you asked.

He shrugged it off and grinned.

“I had some business to take care of. But my lady, here- a gift for you. I ask you to accept it!”

He handed you the flowers. With a little gasp, you accepted, bringing them to your nose for their fresh scent.

“They’re lovely, thank you dearly, my lord!” you cooed.

“Anything for my darling lady.”

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thegentlemansresurgence · 12 days

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Ok, I will ask anything, thanks for the invitation on your blog to do so. I am randomly asking men who use the moniker of gentleman on their blogs to tell me what they think defines a gentleman. I am so interested to know if the term has morphed. It isn't used so much in current conversations, but I love this term and would like to if the essence is the same in a man's mind's eye. I do not however, have the same fondness for the term Lady! Ok if not interested in answering but if you are just let me know what you think are the key qualities, behaviors, thoughts etc a gentleman should possess. Thanks and take good care

Apologies, but this is going to be a long drawn out answer because I'm also going to take this opportunity to brag on my grandpa.

My grandfather would be my definition of a gentleman. Papa Esley was a tall wiry man, but his biceps and tricep were ripped. He was only 6'3" but as a child it seemed like I was looking up at a sequoia tree. He had a slightly offset nose from his boxing days, and missing middle finger from his days in a textile mill.

Papa Esley always dressed well. Always in dress pants, a long sleeve button up shirt and wingtips. If he was going to work on something he'd take his dress shirt off and sport his wife beater. Occasionally he wore a fedora, had an old leather band watch. Drove a 1970 pea green Buick skylark. He said he got that color cause it looked just as nice when the pollen covered it.

If you can’t tell Papa Esley was my hero. I tried to dress like him, walk like him, talk like him and once and only once, had a haircut like him.

He took me to Oney's barbershop. I remember a handful of men arguing over current events, their wives spending money and sports. Papa loved to bring up Mike Tyson. It was finally my turn to hop in Oney's chair. Oney never asked how you wanted it. Oney gave one haircut, high and tight! I gave the man my $7 and back home we went. Mom was not near as excited about my new haircut as I was.

In 7th grade I shattered my ankle playing basketball. A few days later papa slipped getting out of the shower and broke his femur. Mom took care of both of us.

He had two twin beds in his bedroom. It hadn't changed much since Mema died in 1985. I asked why the twin beds. He told me after 9 kids they figured they might need to try something different. He knew I didn't want to hear it and he'd laugh and laugh.

So in his bedroom we both sat up with our right legs slightly elevated and he started sharing his pearls of wisdom:

Never turn down a piece of gum, your breath probably stinks.

Take your hat off when you meet someone.

Have a firm handshake.

Maintain eye contact.

Introduce yourself and say nice to meet you.

Always say yes sir, no ma'am.

Give your chair up if a woman is standing, it also applied to a person that is older than you.

The only people you should get even with are the ones who've helped you.

Loosen the lug nuts on a flat tire before you jack the car up.

This is how you date, this is how you conduct yourself, this is how you barter, this why you work hard, etc etc

This instance it was mostly one sided but I tried to slide a question or two in when I could. Some he would answer, some he would not. Questions about the war he said he would not discuss. “I had to do things I don't want to talk about, I saw things I don't even have words to describe.”

I learned that he met Mema at a state fair. Trying to impress her, he jumped into the ring with a bear... Papa Esley said he got a few good licks in but knew once the bear's paws hit him, he'd be in trouble... but obviously was a great icebreaker.

I'll tell one more cause it's a moment that sticks with me.

Papa Esley told me to never have sex with a woman I wasn't willing to raise a child with, cause that's a possibility. He explained the consequences, and how my life would no longer be the top priority. I left that day know full well where he stood on the issue.

It wasn't long after that a young girl close to my age showed up at church... pregnant. She sat upfront on the left side, alone. I don't have to paint the picture, you know there were whispers throughout the church that day. I watched my grandfather grab his Bible and go sit with her. He whispered something in her ear, put his arm around her, gave a squeeze and then looked back to the preacher.

We went to Papa's house every Sunday after church. I followed him outside... I had questions. I knew how papa felt about sex before marriage but he didn't react the way I imagined he would.

Papa, what did you say to the girl? He said I introduced myself, told her the good thing about being in a small church is everyone knows your business. The bad thing about being apart of a small church is everyone knows your business. I will help you however I can and gave her a hug.

With his actions my Papa Esley, showed love and compassion to a girl who needed it. That woman still comes every Sunday.

Papa Esley looked the part, and lived it. If he could help, he helped. If he felt strongly about something, he'd stand his ground, regardless of the consequences. He was a man of character, patience, humble and disciplined. The thing I admire the most is there was little doubt that he loved his wife. I loved how they always held hands, sometimes even when they were arguing 🤣

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20! I've lost the plot completely! It's fine! It's the first draft and things will be better in the rewrites! Who's ready for SKELETONS

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By the time Josie and Lucy are at my front door, I barrel through them both, shaking off the feeling of dread that comes with walking through Lucy, tailing the quickly-fading trail of what I assume to be ectoplasm. Magnus has taken Renfield back out into the night, across the street, and right back to the graveyard, which has me feeling a little crazy for going back and forth so many times. He's gone right past the main walkway, past the old church, and into the oldest parts of the graveyard -- the ones that even I don't visit.

Wild roses and scrub grow thick and thorny, choking the rotting fence of the churchyard. There's a grim buried here somewhere, and I can't help but flinch at the sudden shadow that leaps out at me from the darkness. A massive, shapeless thing that barks like a dog. I barrel past it, hoping it understands that I'm not here to disturb the dead but return one specific dead back to his eternal rest.

I hop the fence, hissing as splinters burrow into my hand, and follow Magnus through the overgrowth. Thorns and twigs pull at me, but I don't have time to care. I can't lose him. The footprints fade too quickly, and I trip over my own feet at the last minute, falling face-first into the dirt and bolting back upright with a curse.

But, at least, there's no need to run anymore. Magnus has come to a stop. He sits in the moonlight, a perfectly white cat now, eyes trained on a moss-worn hunk of stone.

"Your grave." Why come here? What's he trying to do?

He twitches, but doesn't turn to face me. "Do you know what is inscribed on this headstone?"

"R-I-P?" I guess.

He snorts -- then sneezes and coughs at the attempt at breathing through a nose like Renfield's. "Magnus Sunthorpe. Loving father and husband. May he rest in peace."

"Okay, so, yeah. RIP." I sit up slowly.

"Do you know why we bid the dead a peaceful rest, Miss Kaz?"

"Are you seriously gonna start monologuing again?"

"Not quite," he says. A deep laugh rumbles from Magnus's chest.

"What--"

Before I can say any more, the ground beneath our feet start to rumble. Something whacks me in the back of my head and I yelp. By the time I recover and look up again, bits of debris and loose stone float around the ruined gravestone.

"As we get closer to Hallow's Eve, young Kaz, we ghosts grow more powerful. I'm sure your lady friend has felt things change, eh?"

The very air seems to come alive, pins and needles shooting along my limbs as the smoke starts up again, emanating from the long-settled grave dirt. Cracks begin to appear, and far below the ground, something begins to knock.

"What are you doing?"

"Means to an end, darling girl. Means to an end."

Josie and Lucy finally arrive behind me. Josie grabs hold of my shirt and drags me out of the way just as the ground explodes. We fall backwards, through Lucy, and in a pile on the ground. Stone and soul rains down on us, and I do my best to shield her from the worst. Once it ends, we look up, shaking off the heebie-jeebies, to see the grave standing open.

Beams of light shine out from the old coffin at the bottom of it. Something inside thumps, knocking on the ancient wood. It's weak at first, still gathering strength. And then, after a moment, it knocks again. A single skeletal fist bursts out, then the other. It rips at the wood, throwing planks aside, before it stands up, still wearing the half-rotted funeral suit it had been buried in.

Magnus-the-cat levitates in front of Magnus-the-Skeleton. [Fancy magic shit happens. Magic light.]

When the light fades, it's just Magnus-the-Skeleton, standing in his coffin.

Renfield's body lowers to the ground slowly, lifeless. I don't care about anything else -- no weird ghost magic, no potentially murderous walking corpse. Nothing but my poor, stark-white cat.

I scoop him up into my arms, holding him close, my own pulse hammering as I try desperately to feel for his. I can't breathe, can barely think -- until I find it. Faint and fluttering, but there.

He's okay.

My baby boy is okay.

I look up, seeing Magnus-the-Skeleton brush off his fancy old-timey pants and pick up a fancy old-timey top hat. He puts in on, almost dignified. And then he looks up at me, green pinpricks of light forming eyes in his empty sockets and filled with a venomous glee.

"Hello, dearest Kaz," he says, teeth chattering together. He takes a step forward, and I think for a second that he's going to scramble out of the grave clumsily. But there's no awkwardness or uncertainty here. Magnus simply flicks his wrist, and he begins to levitate, floating up and out of the grave. Some of the glowing dust around him coalesces, forming into something resembling skin to hold the skeleton together, though his bones remain all-too-visible underneath.

And as Magnus finally comes to land on solid ground before me, I feel myself lifted up in turn, pulled by unseen spectral hands until I'm on my feet as well. I hold Renfeld closer, jaw set as he looks me over with those uncanny eyes.

"You really are a curiosity, aren't you?" he says, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

I'm a bit at a loss at the moment, so I simply settle on, "God...you're, like, really ugly man."

This was, evidently, the wrong thing to say to a magical ghost-skeleton-man bent on silencing the town forever, because Magnus simply scoffs, and waves a hand. I'm thrown aside, turning to land on my shoulder and keep Renfield safe.

"Kaz!" Lucy shouts, running my way.

"Not a chance." Magnus waves another hand, and she's thrown in the opposite direction.

"Leave her alone!" I sit up with a snarl. "Josie, take Renfield and get somewhere safe."

"Like hell I am. I'm the only one who has half an idea of what to do here."

"And, pray, what would that idea be?" Magnus steps in between us, folding his hands in front of him. "Come now, girls. Don't leave me out of the fun."

[Something. Kaz tells Josie to go get the book.]

"I wouldn't try that if I were you." Magnus flicks his wrist again, and a bolt of ghostly energy flies her way.

But rather than knocking Josie off course, it simply hits her in the back. She grunts, but shrugs it off with little more than an ow.

Magnus tries again. This time, Josie faces him and takes the attack in the chest. Something glows around her neck, and she smirks, gesturing to the [protective gem] pendant around her neck. "You'll have to do better than that," she says.

While she's distracted, I throw myself bodily at Magnus, giving Josie the chance to get the spell book.

Even as Magnus throws me off him, I can't help but watch her go in confused awe. "Crystals," I say. "Who knew?"

"Kaz--?" Lucy says, giving me just enough time for Magnus to throw a solid kick to my jaw, and mutter under his breath. The blow leaves me with a split lip, and I spit the blood his way, hoping if nothing else that it stains his gross old funeral pants.

"Enough," Magnus hisses. "I have work to do." He raises an arm, and this time, a wave of ectoplasm rises up from his grave, colorless light shining from within.

At first, it seems like nothing happens, save for a bit of dirt falling into the empty hole.

And then more dirt. A bit of grass. A few loose rocks.

Soon enough, it becomes clear. The grave is sucking things into it, a black hole to swallow the town whole.

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skyland2703 · 4 months

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it’s not in the list, but it does feel unconventional, a Divorce AU for Javi/Amelia?

I actually like this idea— not sticking to just the list and sending any unconventional AU that comes to mind~

They had married young. Like really young, Amelia was twenty two, Javi was twenty one, something something young love, and college romance.

They had two kids, but shit got hard when Javi had to be away frequently, because of his tours, and Amelia started getting fed up.

It didn’t end good. They ended up dividing the custody of the kids, the son, Hazel, with Amelia, and the daughter, Adelyn, with Javi.

They also decided to never speak again, since they parted ways. The kids were small, Hazel being three, and Adelyn being one. They missed each other like shit, but a deal was a deal.

And they probably would never have, ever, again— especially with the both of them trying to move on with their lives, and the kids growing up, and life in itself getting busy.

Cut to more than sixteen years later, where you have a very keen, seventeen year old Adelyn, trying to drive, and an equally less keen Javi, yelling instructions at her, sitting there in half panic, waiting for the moment she’d crash into a traffic barricade or something.

She had spent her entire 16th year learning how to drive, and Javi had promised her her driving license for her seventeenth.

Well, fuck. She did pass her test, at seventeenth, and yes, now she was a licensed driver. And worse, she was taking Javi around on a tour of this new city they had moved to.

“TEN AND TWO ADELYN— THAT IS NINE AND SIX YOUNG LADY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL— EYES ON THE ROAD— DON’T LOOK AT YOUR PHONE?!?”

As expected, five seconds later, Adelyn groans, “DAD CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR A SECOND—“ and it’s those five seconds, in which her car crashes against the one in front of theirs.

Javi’s smug “I told you so” smirk infuriates Adelyn as a young man, probably in his early twenties, emerges from the passenger seat of the car, and knocks on Javi’s window— no doubt, to argue.

So, while Adelyn is banging her head against her steering wheel, cursing the over the top, idiotic human being she calls her father, Javi gets out of the car, and politely talks to the young man, who is ready to come to blows with him.

Nobody disrespects Adelyn’s father, though, and she steps out of her car, to indeed, defend him, and punches the guy so now he’s lying flat on the floor— there’s a crowd gathered around them.

WELP.

Then another lady emerges from the other car, the one the boy was driving, and calmly— so calmly that it felt like she was about to pull out a gun and commit murder— she asks, “what is the problem”

Javi is Ready to defend his daughter from anything, and turns around to face the girl, and… is shocked to realise, its Amelia.

What are the chances—

The kids are still arguing but time seems to have stopped for Javi and Amelia. They’re just staring at each other, mouths hanging open, emotions overflowing, as they are reminded of all the time they had spent together, all the love they had felt for each other, once upon a time.

Too many emotions, worst of all, “I LOVE YOU. I STILL LOVE YOU. I STILL MISS YOU” in both of their eyes, a little sadness because of having parted ways with no intention to ever meet, hesitation for the lack of knowledge of the other’s life— did they get married again? Neither of them had, but the other didn’t know that— but the expression in their eyes, it’s almost as if they’re taken back an entire lifetime ago, when they used to still be in love.

Maybe they can come a little closer, maybe travel back in time just a little bit more…

The kids now turn to Amelia and Javi— the boy apparently being Hazel, Amelia and Javi’s son, and both children urging Javi and Amelia to say something, take their side.

What they don’t expect, oh course, is for the two supposed strangers to almost burst into tears.

“Javi?”

“Amelia—“

And imagine their confusion, when they see the older two coming closer, and almost leaning in for a kiss, before the bewildered kids interrupt, with a “WHAT THE FUCK—“

This was gonna be complicated to explain...

Bonus:

Once the explaining is done, Amelia does ask Javi out on a date.

Fervent opposition from the kids. “You can’t be serious????”

The kids hate each other, initially. “I have to be a sibling to HIM/HER?”

But as they see how Javi and Amelia are with each other, how happy they are, together, how they hold hands while they’re doing whatever work they’re doing with just one hand, and don’t let go unless someone actively points out, they realise they’re actually still so very deeply in love.

Or how Javi just gets lost in her eyes, when she’s talking about something.

Or how Amelia can’t take her eyes off of him, when he’s playing some song.

They find their parents old common friends— Olliie Akana and Aiyon, and Javi’s sister, Izzy, and her wife, Fern, and try to dig up what exactly went wrong between their parents the first time. They don’t want them repeating the same mistakes— they want this to work, they want their parents to be happy~

Hazel and Adelyn too, over time, grow tolerant of each other, in fact, working together to get their parents together again.

Yeah, no, Amelia and Javi are never splitting up again. Not if Hazel and Adelyn can help it. Even if it means having to put up with the new sibling’s obnoxious ass for the rest of their lives~

Thanks for the ask :3

Unconventional AU Prompts

#power rangers #power rangers dino fury #amelia jones #dino fury #javi garcia #javelia #cosmic fury #power rangers cosmic fury

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sleepymccoy · 1 year

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Magical lesbian Hallmark Christmas film

establishing scenes

Talia works for a town planning firm in the Big City and doesn't take holidays. Chooses to spend her Christmas time off going to a small town that won this years' best town design award. Scene with her two colleagues Sam (handlebar moustache, openly gay, clearly friends) and Winifred (her boss) ribbing her for taking her time off in such a shit way

A scene in Beautiful Small Town with four characters; Althena (short and plumb, beautiful, witch), Nyx (wears light dresses and leather jackets, glares a lot), Phil (Nyx's husband, super normal lumberjack), and Martha (old lady, looks like Mrs Claus). They're decorating the big tree in town centre. Some tension between Nyx and Martha, establish that Nyx will not allow harm to come to the tree (it is planted and alive). Phil keeps bringing eggnog. Althena is mostly cheerful and handing out food. People love her food

Talia arrives in town and is thrown by how Christmassy it is. Goes to the hotel run by Attractive Man Lucas. Insert scenes such as Talia reluctantly eating a slice of Christmas pudding with a coffee.

First arc (meeting and set dynamics)

Probably lighting the fairy lights on the big christmas tree on December 6. Althena offers Talia some gingerbread cookies but she says no, causes gossip. Nyx is pissed off, no one's sure why incl Phil. Lucas is quite attentive to Talia and tries to explain why it's rude to refuse gingerbread. Talia has a too-long scene with an old guy who refuses to break character out of being Santa, it's quite awkward. Everyone is shown cheering up when they eat the gingerbread cookies, like exaggeratedly smiling as they chew (this is witch magic, yall)

Nyx and Talia have a scene where they meet and we discover that Talia is a changeling child that replaced Nyx when they were toddlers. They don't get along, Nyx doesn't forgive her and implies she was in foster care for quite a while after Talia stole her family

Talia gets a tour of town with Lucas, they're getting along well. This scene shows Talia working and looking into the town layout and planing and so forth

Talia remeets Althena a few times and they find out things about each other. Althena has a reindeer (who's out on loan, implied her reindeer is one of Santa's real ones). Talia knows a lot about appropriate plumbing for pipes that need to freeze safely. Althena doesn't like wearing pants. Talia likes to hand weave baskets. Plenty of scenes that have borderline magic use from Althena. Clearly show more chemistry between Talia and Althena than between Talia and Lucas.

Relationship shifts

Talia gets caught in a snow storm and nearly freezes to death. Saved by Althena who is fairly unimpressed, but takes care of her. They spend two days together without power warming up by the fire unable to contact anyone. During this, Althena gives Talia a few foot massages to make sure she doesn't lose her toes (this is played with sexual tension) and Talia learns to make Althena's coffee perfectly (nutmeg included). Some nearly kissing scenes and real domestic bliss vibes. Scenes with Talia saying she's never been so relaxed and happy. Althena is shown often just watching Talia do something, big heart eyes.

During this time, Nyx arrives cos although she's pissed at Talia she's heard from Lucas that Talia's missing and is searching town to find her. She's checking with Althena cos Althena is a witch and can casts spells and shit. Althena is worried about what Talia will think of Nyx askign her - she doesn't want to admit to being a witch but there's not really any other reason for Nyx to have come here. Talia is trying to keep her changeling thing under wraps. Nyx is annoyed that Talia knows she was worried.

Miscommuniction

Althena returns Talia to the hotel once the snows stops. Lucas is very relieved and admits he called Talia's emergency contact, but in error he says "I called your boyfriend". Talia corrects him, but Althena has already heard boyfriend and left. Talia doesn't really clock this cos she's pretty tired

Her colleague Sam arrives, he's very pleased Talia isn't dead. He stays for a few days. He and Lucas have a very straight forward flirt into relationship dynamic in the background of scenes

Talia and Nyx meet up and Talia explains how her life has been - her parents always knew she wasn't their kid and once she turned 18 she left and they've never reached out. Nyx is kind but pretty closed off. Talia expresses a wish for family, but Nyx is already happy with her one with Phil and doesn't need her

Althena comes by and gives the hotel a Christmas cake. Talia is very happy to see her and offers to join her as she visits everyone in town to drop off cakes. Althena offers to let Talia stay behind and enjoy time with Sam while he's here, but Talia laughs it off (without explaining) and joins her. They have a lovely time but Althena is clearly pining while Talia is rather blithely enjoying a nearly-date. They talk about Sam for a bit, Talia says they know each other through work, and Althena prods no further. Nothing is cleared up. This scene offer the opportunity to return to any one off characters we've introduced and give them a bit more presence without making them main side characters

Scene where Sam needs to go back to the Big City, but he's got a crush on Lucas so he's talking to Talia about how to handle that. She makes a crack about having the same issue and Sam gets very curious and fully guesses correctly (they're not subtle) and makes a jokey suggestion about opening an office together out here

A scene where Talia goes for something quite romantic (maybe asks Althena on a date) and Althena rejects her totally cos she's now sure that it's her cheerful-making cooking that is making Talia like her. Cos good people don't cheat, her magic is making Talia want to cheat. Maybe she has a straight forward convo about this with Mrs-Claus-look-alike who's also a witch to make it canon. Cos Talia had like two days straight of eating Althena's food in the snow storm, so Althena is like. Worried shes accidentally roofied Talia.

The correction

Lucas talks to Nyx's husband Phil about his crush on Sam. This news gets to Nyx, who passes it onto Althena who is sure it's gotten mixed up cos Lucas surely would never homewreck. She decides to talk to Lucas about it directly and he corrects her misunderstanding

Althena is still very unsure about the whole thing. She's still feeling pretty bad about dosing Talia with happy-magic-food. It's just something she does during Christmas to keep the mood in town wonderful! This all was an accident. So she keeps her distance

The Christmas Miracle (dating)

Lucas and Sam make out pretty easily, it's very cute. Maybe they have a bit too much brandy and there's some awkward conversation about how Sam will be going back home, but they keep kissing and fade to black

I think Talia and Nyx have another chat where Nyx has calmed down and accepts Talia as a sister. They were both unwilling participants in the changeling swap and neither is happy with how it turned out for them. So they'll try to be sisters. They hug

Althena and Talia meet at the christmas eve whole town event. Althena is weirdly refusing to offer Talia any of her food. Talia finally takes her behind the tree to have a chat in private about what's going on. Althena dodges it and explains she thought Sam was her boyfriend. Talia corrects her as well, she's all relieved, but that's not the only issue as we know. Talia openly eats one of Althena's gingerbread cookies in front of her and Althena freaks out and smacks it out of her hands. Cue a fucked up admission of dosing the entire town with happy magic that would be incomprehensible if Talia didn't already believe in fairies and witches.

Talia finally gets a word in edgewise and says she's fairy-born and was swapped with Nyx as a child. Althena takes a moment and realises that means her magic wouldn't affect Talia. She's immune. Cue her getting halfway through sentences while Talia cheerfully agrees. "you mean when you asked me on a date you were-" "yes" "and when you went to kiss me, that was-" "yes!" "and the way you looked at me in the cabin was really-" "Yes!!!" They get kinda over excited and keep eagerly approaching each other and stepping away cos they're just so damn into each other now. Basically, they end up knocking the giant Christmas tree over and decorations go everywhere.

This could be a christmas disaster, but it's Hallmark so the tree lands safely and the decorations just fly off and sit like beautiful adornments on the townspeople instead. All tinsel necklaces and broken bits of large baubel as hats. It's cute, not terrifying. Nyx is seen with Phil inspecting the roots of the tree to see if it's still alive and okay (we'll say it is, it's in a giant pot and got knocked over in one piece i guess). Talia and Althena kiss admist pine needles. Sam and Lucas kiss. Phil returns with a crane (he's like this, maybe that's a running joke - Phil has anything you need) and picks the tree up, he and Nyx kiss.

Epilogue

New years day, Nyx is pregnant and Phil runs through town on foot telling everyone. We get little scenes of people being interrupted as he barges in and tells them.

He goes to a new office for the town planning whatever company Talia and Sam are from, Sam is setting up the office front while Lucas flirts with him.

Talia and Althena are interrupted while just absolutely making out. That's the final scene

#i wrote a hallmark film huh #i think the dosing thing is fine #cos hallmark glides on over some fucked up stuff pretty often actually #actually this is long on mobile #i added a readmore pretty early on

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grudge-core · 6 months

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Checkmate pt.3

tag: Brutal, betrayal, mafia

tropes: angst, enemies to enemies.

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

PART 1/PART 2/PART 3

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The crime scene investigation scene reached there with Hoseok as people started to crowd the place I was talking to the cat-looking guy Min Yoongi "Sir did you spot someone suspicious?" I asked him and took out my small notebook and a pen "I didn't and I was inside my house with my friends" he said nonchalantly "What are their names, sir?" I asked, "Why do you want to know?" I gave him the 'really ni**a' look and he said "Whatever their name is Park Seon-jin and joo hee sung" he said "Okay thank you you may go now" I closed my notebook and said "If you see something suspicious please inform on this number" I gave him a card "yeah yeah whatever" he walked away with his hands on his pocket and I scoffed "what are rude guy" I mumbled then I walked over to Hoesok "take the blood sample and run some DNA test on them and also this mask" I gave him the mask "this is one creepy looking mask" he said "I know right" then my phone started to ring I took out the phone from my pocket and looked at the caller ID it was my mom, I picked it "is everything okay?" I asked her "Young lady why aren't you at the house right now?" she asked angrily, I rolled her eyes at her nosiness "I am at a crime scene Mom for goodness sake and I'm literally 26 years old, stop babying me" I said getting a little angry "I don't care wherever you are I want you home this instant" she shouted "It isn't safe for a woman to be out so late, especially when you wear that kind of clo-" I cut her off "there is nothing wrong with my cloths, and I'm a fucking detective and goddamn adult. stop being so fucking nosy Mom, and I can protect myself" I snapped at her and cut her phone, I went back to the crime scene and so everybody was almost done. I sighed as I sat inside the car with Hoseok and rubbed the temple of my nose as we drove away.

On our way, my phone started to ring again and this time it was an unknown number, I picked it up "Hello?" I asked "Hello there y/n" I immediately nudged Hoseok Hyung and put the phone on speaker "Who is this?" I said "That's for you to figure out..." he said creepily "Who the fuck is this?" I said angrily "You shouldn't have talked to your mother like that detective.....what if you never see her again" My eyes widen as I shouted "IF YOU LAY A FUCKING FINGER TIP ON HER I'LL KILL YOU" Hoseok hyung turned the car around and started to drive to my house "oh please like you can ever catch me" his voice darkened as I heard some giggles in the background "I swear if this is a joke-" "you would find my location and arrest me and all that shit," he said nonchalantly and cut the phone "shit!" I grumbled as we reach my parent's house I got out of the car and ran to the front door I banged on the door violently and my mother opens the door "Why are you bangi-" I hugged her and cupped her face "Did that asshole hurt you? are you okay? I looked at her face "Woah woah sweetheart calm down...what happened" I sighed as I hugged my mom again "Nothing Mom.....I'm sorry for talking to you like that...I was stressed out"

(THERE YOU GO PEOPLE ENJOY!!)

P.S: [18/3/2024] I'm discontinuing this

#bts #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #enemies to enemies #park jimin #jung hoseok #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #mafia au

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aggimaginary · 10 months

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The Bad Guys Season 1: Our Own Story (chapter 34) - The Bad Blog

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So, once again, I stopped posting for a couple of days, but because I was sick. Today, I'll be posting more than one. I swear.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter for a while. You'll love it.

Intro

Mr. Wolf: Yeah! I'm bad!

Mr. Snake: You're bad!

Ms. Tarantula: He's bad!

Mr. Hornet: She's bad!

Mr. Piranha: We're bad!

Mr. Shark: Who's bad?

The Bad Guys: Yeah! We're the Bad Guys!

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It was a new day at the restaurant, and, at the moment, Mr. Gardener was currently wiping the counter while a female worker was stacking some bowls together.

Mrs. Gardener was walking out of the kitchen, carrying circular, colorful, placemats.

"Check it out, Angel," Mr. Gardener commented, "The counter may be empty, but the rest of the restaurant's still bringing them in!"

He gestured to another area of the restaurant, where a large line of people seemed to be waiting patiently, exiting the place.

Mrs. Gardener noticed this, "Except that line is heading out!"

Two people started to leave the line and walk out of the store, with Mrs. Gardener commenting when she noticed one of her employees, Hornet, and his friend Tarantula, standing in line, "And so are Mr. Hornet and Ms. Tarantula! This isn't good!"

Mr. and Mrs. Gardener walked over to Hornet, and Mrs. Gardener, asked, "Hornet, what are you guys doing?"

Hornet turned around and replied, "We're in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant down the street."

Mr. Gardener gasped in shock, "You're cheating on our restaurant?!"

"Do your other friends know?" Mrs. Gardener asked in disbelief.

"Oh, we know," The rest of the Bad Guys, Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Piranha, commented in unison while peeking their heads out from the line from the position where they were standing.

Both bosses gasped loudly, with Mr. Gardener exclaimed, and came over to them, "All of you?! After all the free smoothies I gave you?!"

Mrs. Gardener then quickly stepped in, "Woah, woah, woah. You give them free smoothies?"

Mr. Gardener felt a little sheepish, admitting, "I just want them to like me, Angel."

Hornet then spoke up, "Sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, but everybody's been going to Camilton's Driveway restaurant ever since Loco y Malo gave them a rave review on his food blog."

"His rating scale from a "meh" to five "oooh's," Shark pointed out.

"And he just gave Camilton's Driveway restaurant 4 ½ 'oooh''s," Wolf said while pointing to the review on his phone.

Mr. Gardener took the phone and looked at the review as he asked, "How did they get 4 ½ "oooh's'?"

"Their new signature dish: the pizzarito. A pizza in a burrito," Tarantula answered.

Just imagining a dish like this surprised the bosses, with Mr. Gardener asking in shock, "Wow, how did they come up with that?"

"They do customer research," Piranha replied.

"Wait, how do you know?" Mrs. Gardener asked.

"Cause, we were the customers they researched," Snake answered back.

To Mrs. Gardener, this made all the sense, commenting out loud while shaking her head in disbelief, "I mean, no wonder our only customer is an old lady stealing ketchup packets."

Behind them, the group noticed an elderly lady trying to steal some ketchup packets while the female waitress was trying to pry them from the elderly's hands.

Shark, a little weirded out after watching this, commented as a suggestion, "Maybe the restaurant just needs some new ideas."

"Yeah, you can always check the suggestion box," Tarantula suggested.

Mr. Gardener seemed fond of this idea, "Hey, good thinking. I forgot about this thing. It must be 12 years old."

He walked over to the suggestion box, his wife anxiously following behind him, and picked it up, blowing the dust off the top of it, leaving the Bad Guys feeling a little weirded out.

"Okay, no need for that suggestion box. They are clearly all old," Mrs. Gardener quickly picked up the box, closed the lid, and threw it out into the garbage, much to her husband's confusion.

Hornet then suggested, "Well, you know. We could help you guys and do our own customer research."

"Yeah, we'll ask someone about the restaurant," Wolf mentioned.

"But our only friend who wasn't busy was Mira," Shark mentioned, "We couldn't have the governor to ask about the restaurant. It's not her job to take care of it."

"We'll just ask Mira if she could invite her co-workers to take the survey," Tarantula suggested.

"Great idea, Webs," Snake commented.

Piranha then stepped forward and asked, "Wait, but after pizzaritoes, right?"

"Oh yeah," Tarantula answered.

"Totally," Hornet added.

"Of course," Shark stated.

"Absolutely," Snake said.

"Yep," Wolf replied.

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That night, Mira came to FasTogether along with a few of her co-workers as they were gathered by the Bad Guys to do their customer research project.

Shark was bringing a plate with a shiny lid over it, "Welcome to our customer research session for the FasTogether restaurant. To thank you for your participation, you will each get one pizzarito," he placed the plate on the table. When he took the lid off, showing all the pizzaritos, all of the journalists were about to eagerly grab one hungrily, but Shark stopped them by placing his fin out and saying, "Ah, ah, ah, after you have completed the survey."

Mira and her co-workers groaned in disappointment as they watched Shark take the plate away.

Tarantula, holding a clipboard and pen in her hands, addressed, "We will be asking you a series of questions and would appreciate your honest opinions."

"Let's start with what you like," Piranha mentioned.

"I like the smell of those pizzaritos," one of the journalists commented, intrigued by its delicious smell.

"Forget the pizzaritos!" Snake quickly addressed before asking, trying to get the journalists' minds off the tasty treats, "What do you like about FasTogether?"

"Uh, the colors are fun," a female journalist replied.

"Those portraits are cool," another female journalist commented as Tarantula wrote this down.

A male journalist then mentioned, "I feel bigger when I sit at these little tables. And the food are stomach-filling."

Another male journalist added, "And the service is good, especially you, Mr. Hornet. You served fast!"

Hornet was flattered by this feedback, causing Piranha to roll his eyes.

After writing the note down, Tarantula then asked Mira, "Mira?" she gestured for her to chime in with an opinion.

Mira spoke up, "I guess if I had to say something, I don't like these bendy straws," She bent one of the bendy straws, adding, "The noise they make freak me out."

Wolf bit his lip and quickly clarified, "We're naming things we like, Mira."

Mira seemed to understand better, "Oh" she happily said, "Pass," she said that since she had nothing to say about what she liked.

Shark then made a suggestion, "What if we had a smoothie we set on fire?"

"I'd be into that," one of the male journalists answered in excitement.

Snake then slithered in, "We're not setting anything on fire."

Mira and her co-workers seemed disappointed while Shark groaned sadly, wishing that idea soared better.

Hornet then fluttered forward, "Now, let's talk about...what you don't like."

All of the journalists looked very unsure of what to say, and this was noticed by the Bad Guys.

Hornet asked Mira to see if her friend would say something about this, "Mira?"

Mira brushed it off again, "Pass."

"Mira," Hornet asked again, convincing her to answer.

Wanting to not talk about it, Mira commented, "Seriously, I'm not touching it."

Hornet fluttered over to her side and tried to gesture to any one of the journalists to talk, "Anyone?"

The group looked at one another before in unison, all of Mira's co-workers replied, "It's your bosses."

That response got the Bad Guys confused.

"My bosses?" Hornet inquired in confusion.

"They're always in the restaurant," one of the female journalists hesitantly answered.

"Because they own it," Hornet clarified.

"But they're always getting in our biz," a male journalist pointed out.

"And at Camilton's Driveway restaurant, we get to hang out with just customers," another female journalist added to the explanation.

Mira then spoke up, saying, "Sorry, Hornet, but it does feel like your bosses are always watching us."

On cue, everyone turned their head and, low and behold, jumped in shock when they saw Mr. and Mrs. Gardeners' heads and eyes watching them from behind the counter.

Wolf, now uncomfortable, commented, "Well, this has been very informative. Thank you for your time. Enjoy your pizzaritos."

As the journalists got up and went to dig into the pizzaritos and left, the restaurant owners stepped out from behind the counter, Mrs. Gardener told the 6 vigilantes, "Listen, Bad Guys, we may have accidentally overheard a little bit of what was going on."

"And sure, we may be around sometimes, but it's not like we're always "'getting into their bi', including you guys" Mr. Gardener quoted.

But the Bad Guys looked up at the restaurant owners with "Really" looks, which admitted that it was true; Mr. and Mrs. Gardener were known to do that... especially with the experience of the Bad Guys themselves.

*flashback*

One time, Mr. Gardener was singing an Italian song and playing the accordion while Shark and Piranha were eating pizza.

Shark and Piranha were bored and annoyed with listening to Mr. Gardener's loud song.

Mangia, mangia, how's your pizza treat?"

Another time, when Wolf and Snake were about to get a tray of their order from the counter, and offered the money to the cashier Mrs. Gardener stepped in, telling the two Bad Guys, "Ah, ah, ah, not till you pay with real earned money than stolen money," she took the tray of food away.

Another time, Mr. Gardener was bending a bendy straw back and forth and singing a song about it in front of Tarantula, who looked frighteningly at the straw.

Loving the straw, and you'll use it everyday Hey!

*End of flashback*

Thinking back on those moments, Hornet's bosses realized the Bad Guys had a point.

"Okay, they do have a point. Yeah," Mr. Gardener said, "But if the customers don't want us in the restaurant, how are we gonna fix that?"

"I don't know. We have been having problems with it for a while," Mrs. Gardener pointed out.

Both owners looked very worried, with Mr. Gardener then said while looking around the restaurant, "With this new competition, I hate to say it, but...looks like we're gonna have to close it down."

The idea itself seemed unfathomable to the Bad Guys with Shark asking in shock, "Close it down?!"

Before any of the owners could explain, Wolf pointed out, "But we hang out in this restaurant all the time since we got released from prison! We had good times here!"

"Yeah, this is where I got my first job like a normal person, a good person," Hornet reminded.

"And we've always had big plans for us to be running it someday," Tarantula mentioned.

Piranha, however, sounded confused, "Really? I was thinking of going to college and actually doing something with my life."

Despite that, the Bad Guys were determined to keep the restaurant open with Snake saying, "Seriously, we're not ready to lose the restaurant just yet. This is where we go if we had nothing else to do. Can you at least give us a chance to save it first?"

"Please" all the Bad Guys begged together in unison with begging looks in their eyes.

The bosses looked at one another before smiling together.

Mrs. Gardener commented, "Okay. We'll give it a shot."

"One week, and that's it," Mr. Gardener addressed the Bad Guys, who were all excited to start working on ways to help save the restaurant.

Hornet, set to take order, then declared, "I already have my first idea for the restaurant."

"Good for you," Mr. Gardener complimented.

"You're out," he replied, straightforward and without hesitation.

"Tough break, Angel," Mr. Gardener said to his wife.

"Wait, what?" Mrs. Gardener asked confusingly and offensively.

Hornet then clarified quickly, "You're both out." To this, both of his bosses were now shocked. "Sorry, but the research is never wrong," Hornet pointed out.

The two owners were a little disappointed.

"Ah, man." Mrs. Gardener groaned in disappointment.

"Fine," Mr. Gardener begrudgingly admitted, but not before grabbing a pizzarito, "Let's grab one of these for the road."

Tarantula quickly commented, "No, no, no, pizzaritos are for participants only."

Mr. Gardener seemed like he was gonna put it back, starting to put it on the plate, "Okay, fine."

"Thank you," Tarantula said.

But then, he reeled it back and grabbed another pizzarito, shouting, "Run, Angel! Go, go, go!"

"Oh, thank you!" she replied while running with the other pizzarito received in her hand.

Both bosses rushed to the door with the pizzaritoes as the Bad Guys watched them disappointed.

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The next day, the Bad Guys were hard at work on adjusting the restaurant and making it perfect to save.

Piranha, who came out of the kitchen dressed up in chef's gear, asked, "Any orders yet?"

"Nope," Wolf, who was wearing an orange "FasTogether" shirt with a "Boss-Free restaurant" sticker on it, replied while fixing a sign that had the same logo as his sticker.

"Any customers?" Piranha asked.

"Nope," Hornet, who was cleaning the tables, replied.

"Reservations?" Piranha asked.

"No, but I'm beginning to have a few ideas about opening this place," Tarantula, who was fixing the napkin dispenser, commented in response.

Snake stated, "Guys, we're not off to a good start. We need customers."

Suddenly, Shark spotted two people who appeared to be approaching the restaurant, saying, "Ooh, ooh! Here comes two now!"

However, they weren't actually customers, but Hornet's bosses, making Hornet turn his head and give a "Really" look towards Shark while commented, "Seriously?"

"Hey, Bad Guys," Mr. Gardener greeted them while they were heading up to the entrance.

But the Bad Guys stopped them by saying together with their hands up, "Woah, woah, woah."

"Well, just where do you think you're going?" Snake asked.

"That doesn't say 'The Boss restaurant'," Piranha added on.

"It says 'The Boss-Free' restaurant," Hornet mentioned.

Mrs. Gardener quickly piped in with, "Guys, we've been watching you for the last 2 hours, and the Boss-Free restaurant is also customer-free."

"Clearly, you need us," Mr. Gardener added.

But just before the bosses could step in, the Bad Guys prevented them from going in while saying in unison, again, "Woah, woah, woah."

"Let us also remind you of our research," Hornet chimed in, adding, "And I quote.."

"And he quotes," Shark emphasized.

"'Your bosses are always getting in our biz'," Hornet explained.

"End quote," Piranha stated.

"The quote is over," Shark added while crossing his hands to demonstrate it was over.

Hornet, a little taken aback, told his brothers, "Uh, guys, in the future, I'd like to do my own quotes."

"He'd like to do his one quote," Shark reiterated, much to Hornet's frustration.

Mrs. Gardener then quickly commented, "Okay, well, clearly, this isn't working. I mean, even your friend and her co-workers aren't here."

"Yes they are," Piranha replied before he spotted them, "Oh, here they come now."

The Bad Guys smiled when they saw their friends come into the restaurant, but then frowned when they saw their friends getting in line for Camilton's Driveway restaurant, making Tarantula frantically add, "And there they go.

Hornet turned to his bosses, and said to them, "Uh, would you excuse us for one second?" he and his friends went to go talk to their friends.

Wolf asked the journalists first, "Uh, what are you guys doing?"

"Yeah, we made our place boss-free," Snake added.

"Yeah, we got buttons," Shark pointed out while showing the button on his shirt, as well as the rest of the Bad Guys.

"Why are you still in line for Camilton's Driveway?" Hornet inquired.

Mira answered, "We're not. This is a new line for Clarissa's Crepes."

"Loco y Malo just gave five 'oooh's' to their weenie crepes," one of the male journalists commented in response.

Piranha thought the name sounded funny, "He said weenie."

"They put slices of hotdog inside a crepe," one of the female journalists mentioned.

"Sorry, guys," Mira told the Bad Guys while they watched the journalists waiting in line.

The Bad Guys stepped to the side, with Tarantula saying, "Okay. At least we know we need more than just no bosses."

Suddenly, Hornet started to get an idea, suggesting, "Wait a minute. We need our own pizzarito or weenie crepe."

"Yeah! We can each come up with a food combo, then we'll pick the best one, and call Loco y Malo to come to review it," Snake added on.

Piranha, however, didn't think it was that good of an idea, pointing out, "Wait, you can't just call Loco y Malo. He doesn't give his number out willy-nilly."

Shark, thinking what Piranha said was funny, "Willy-nilly."

The rest of the Bad Guys, however, sighed in frustration, with Wolf suggesting, "Fine, we won't call him. We'll email him until he agrees."

That seemed like a suitable solution, with the rest of the Bad Guys nodding in agreement, before Shark said happily, "In the meantime, we've got two customers at our restaurant."

Hearing that, the gang turned to see who the "customers" were and saw that it was Mr. and Mrs. Gardener, who were having fun doodling on the Boss-Free restaurant sign, much to the Bad Guys' frustration.

The other Bad Guys turned their heads to Shark, with Snake telling him, "Look down at your button, Shark."

Shark looked at his button, "Oh. you said button," he chuckled in response at the last part.

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At their hideout later, the Bad Guys were hard at work coming up with the perfect food combo.

Mira was currently in the kitchen with them.

"Thanks for being here, Mira, to help us decide whose fun food combo is the best," Hornet told her.

Mira. feeling unsure about this, asked, "Are you sure you need me to do this?"

"Yeah, we need an impartial judge," Tarantula replied with a friendly smile.

Mira could only feel her hesitancy rise when she saw Wolf make a gun gesture with his paw while clicking his tongue at her, Shark blew a kiss towards her, Snake adjusted his eyebrows with his tail, Hornet winked at her, and Piranha kept raising his eyebrows at her with his teeth holding a rose

Feeling uncomfortable by the boys trying to "hit on her" she commented, "Uh...pass," she scurried out of the hideout as quickly as she could by taking the elevator.

Their "judge" gone, Hornet then commented, "Well, I guess we'll have to do it ourselves. I'll start," He presented his combo dish, "I combined cucumber and asparagus together in one plate," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed cucumber slices and cooked asparagus together in a plate, "I call it the Cucum-sparagus! Deal with it," He ceremoniously did a mic-drop, or more specifically, lid-drop to claim her statement.

Snake then commented in reply, "Ah, impressive, but I see your Cucum-sparagus, and I raise you ham and bacon slices together as one dish," He lifted the lid off his plate, which showed ham slices wrapped in bacon strips, declaring, "The Ham-Con. Deal with it," he dropped his lid too, feeling confident.

It was Wolf's turn to present his food, "Very smart, but I have my delicious food combo. A steak and lettuce wrapped in a funnel cake," He then lifted the lid off his plate, which showed a steak wrapped in lettuce wrap that was also wrapped up in a funnel cake, "I called this Funnel Wrap! Deal with it," he dropped the lid as well, copying Hornet and Snake did.

Tarantula chuckled sarcastically as she crawled towards her covered dish, and announced, "You boys are so creative, but I got mine that is gonna blow your mind," She lifted the lid of her plate, which showed a bowl of ramen with macaroni pasta and cheese on top, "I present to you the Mac and Ramen. Beat that!" She dropped the lid too.

Shark decided to speak up, "Oh, nice try, but meet...the su-cheese," he lifted the lid on his dish, which had melted cheese spread around the whole bowl with sushi on it that also had cheese on them, "Sushi covered with melted swiss. Boom," he dropped his lid... on Snake's foot, making the snake shout in pain.

Wolf decided to calm things down, "Okay, no more lid dropping," he then turned his eyes to Piranha, "Piranha, what have you got?"

"Drum roll, please" Piranha replied.

"Ooh! What's that? A drumstick inside of a dinner roll," Shark asked curiously.

"No, I'm asking for a drumroll," Piranha clarified.

"Me too, it sounds delicious," Shark responded back.

Piranha rolled his eyes before taking the lid off his plate, which showed a kabob with two Cuñapés together with the sweet sauce from the Alfajores gluing them together, nacho empanadas, and chili peppers, "Ha! The Carnival of Oruro Munchers. Sweet and savory dishes from Bolivia on a stick. Boom," Piranha was holding out his lid, but he couldn't do it, "I'd drop this, but I respect my cookware too much."

With all the combo choices brought together, Tarantula then decreed, "Alright, let's vote."

Piranha interrupted, "Vote? Please, as the closest thing to a chef here, I know what's best, and it's the Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Uh, clearly, it's the Cucum-sparagus," Hornet retorted back.

"Uh, Funnel Wrap," Wolf replied.

"Ham-Con," Snake added.

Mac and Ramen!" Tarantula yelled

"Su-cheese!" Shark shouted.

"Best meal of the year on a stick," Piranha stated confidently.

The Bad Guys all started to argue with one another when suddenly, Piranha's phone went off, and he got a notification for something. He saw what it was and quickly broke the argument up by saying, "Guys! Guys! Loco y Malo just emailed us back," The other Bad Guys all gasped in surprise, as Piranha explained, "He's coming tomorrow. So, if we really want to save the restaurant, we have to get a good review. So, let's hit him with our best," He suggested his dish as the one to show, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

Hornet reminded Piranha, "Buddy, none of us want Mr. and Mrs. Gardener to shut down the restaurant, but we all have to agree."

"But since we can't, what are we gonna do?" Tarantula inquired.

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The next day, at the restaurant, Wolf presented the best solution to their disagreement: combining all of their dishes into one giant kabob, declaring, "I give you the Carnival of Oruro Ham-Con Swiss Su-cheese Mac and Ramen Funnel Wrap Muncher!"

Tarantula then turned her head towards Piranha, "Piranha, as the closest thing we have to a chef, what do you think?"

Piranha looked at this dish while inspecting it closely, "What do I think? I think it lacks focus. I think it's a mish-mosh of 15 different foods on a stick. I think it's a culinary abomination!"

"That's a good name," Shark commented, thinking "abomination" was a good thing, "And here's another one; the Dinner Wand," He picked the kabob up and pretended to swirl it like a magic wand.

Snake, as estranged as he felt about seeing the kabob be played like that, thought it looked like a good name, "You know what? That is a magical thing."

Suddenly, Hornet seemed to notice something... or someone, "Hey, check it out!"

Everyone turned their heads, and saw a man with a black suit and yellow decorated tie come into the restaurant, looking around curiously. The Bad Guys gasped in surprise.

"That's gotta be Loco y Malo," Shark guessed

Thinking it was him, the Bad Guys put their game faces on as Wolf declared, "Okay, guys; it's showtime!" Wolf picked up the dish and they all went up to the man.

Hornet greeted him by asking the man, "Table for one, sir?"

"That'd be lovely," he replied as Hornet led him to a table and usher him to sit.

Piranha opened up a napkin and placed it on his lap.

Wolf presented the dish to the man, "Might I recommend our signature dish: the Dinner Wand."

Shark placed some utensils by the man's side, Tarantula placed a glass by the man's other side, and poured some wine into it. The Bad Guys watched in anticipation to see if he would like it.

The man was amazed to see how the Dinner Wand looked, "Oooh."

"That's one 'Oooh' and he hasn't even tasted it" Shark whispered excitedly.

The man then started to try the Dinner Wand, putting some food into his mouth and chewing it, "Oooh."

"That's two," Snake whispered excitedly, the Bad Guys getting more excited that their dish seemed to be well-liked so far.

The man took another bite of the food and seemed to be loving it, saying happily, "Oooh."

"Three," Tarantula commented eagerly as they were all jumping excitedly, anticipating that this might just work.

The man took another bite from the Dinner Wand, and seemed delighted, "Oooh."

"Four," Wolf whispered as they jumped excitedly and happily. They were getting closer.

The man then took another bite of food from the Dinner Wand, and appeared to be loving it, saying slowly, "Oh..." the Bad Guys leaned in and listened to hear if he was gonna finish the sentence. The minute the man said, "Ooooh,"

The Bad Guys all jumped around happily.

"That's five "Oooh's!" Hornet squeaked.

"He's so gonna give us a rave review," Piranha commented eagerly.

The Bad Guys were all dancing around happily, excited that they were gonna get an amazing review on their Dinner Wand. They thought that this would be the game changer that was gonna save the restaurant.

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"'Meh'?!" they all commented in shock at their home at night when they saw online that their Dinner Wand review was a "meh."

"How could he give us a 'meh'?" Snake asked in shock/confusion.

"Maybe we should've set it on fire," Shark suggested.

"Shark, that 'meh' could cost us the restaurant," Wolf pointed out while behind him, Piranha was busy mixing something in a bowl and walked over to the kitchen to finish his prep.

Tarantula, still frustrated by what happened, pointed out, "You know, I don't get it. We all heard Loco y Malo say, 'Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oh... oooh.'"

"Unless..." suddenly, Hornet had a new thought, suggesting, "That wasn't Loco y Malo."

"But he's the only person we served. Who else could it have been?" Snake inquired.

While the other Bad Guys were trying to figure out what was going on, Piranha was in the kitchen, tasting whatever he was mixing in the bowl he had. However, he felt that the flavor was lacking, and commented, "Meh."

That "meh" got his friends' attention, making them all turn their heads toward him and giving him incredulous looks.

Piranha saw the looks his friends were giving him and commented, "What? It...needs salt. I think there's some...not in here," he tried to anxiously walk away, carrying the bowl with him. However, his friends were quick to follow him.

"Uh, Piranha, did you just say 'meh?'" Tarantula asked.

Trying to cover up what he said, he made an excuse, "Uh, no, I said, uh... I said 'Mira.'"

"Pretty sure it was 'meh'," Snake stated with his arms crossed while Wolf, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet were nodding in agreement.

"Well, I'm telling you, it was 'Mira,'" Piranha retorted, trying to cover up what he really said.

"Why would you say 'Mira'? She's not even here," Wolf pointed out.

Piranha knew Wolf hit a good point, and changed his answer, "You're right. I-I said, 'Guacmiramole."'

"Nobody says that," Hornet replied with a sassy tone.

Another good point started to make Piranha more nervous, as he changed his response again to, "Oh, yes, then it must have been, uh, 'Guacamolmira.'"

"No one says that either," Shark pointed out while walking up to Piranha.

With another good point landed, Piranha changed his answer again, "Oh, uh, then I meant to say, uh 'Guacmiramolmira.' Everybody says that," and proceeded to walk away in the other direction. However, his friends were still on his tail.

"Is there something you want to tell us, Piranha?" Wolf asked, giving Piranha a chance to confess.

"I mean, noth—nothing really comes to mind," he hesitantly replied back, deciding to try and play it cool by offering the bowl he was mixing, "Fresh 'guacmiramolmira'?"

Tarantula then declared, "Admit it; you're Loco y Malo!"

Piranha tried to hesitantly deny it, arguing back, "What? No."

"Admit it," Shark shouted.

"Uh, no," Piranha answered back.

"Admit it!" Snake yelled.

"No," Piranha still replied the same answered.

"Admit it!" Wolf exclaimed.

"No," Piranha chuckled nervously.

"Admit it," Hornet took Piranha's bowl of guacamole away.

Left with a guac-filled spoon, and his friends staring down at him, Piranha finally couldn't hold it in, and confessed "Okay, fine! I'm Loco y Malo," Displeased his identity was revealed, he grumpily asked, "You happy?"

The rest of the Bad Guys all seemed content with their answer at first as Hornet approached Piranha closely, and said, "Yeah," Then, he pulled one of the flaps of Piranha's shirt open and dumped the bowl of guacamole, much to Piranha' helpless protests, down his shirt.

Feeling the squishy dip stain and litter his clothes, and seeing his other friends laughing, finding it amusing to them, Piranha groaned while saying as he moved around uncomfortably, "This is exactly why Loco y Malo likes to be anonymous."

Once Piranha, now with stained clothes, had settled down, Hornet confronted him, asking, "What were you thinking, Piranha? This could ruin everything we've worked for. How could you give us a bad review?"

"Because.." Piranha started to reply, admitting, "As Loco y Malo, I have a responsibility to give my readers the truth."

"Yeah, and as our friend, you also have a responsibility to us," Hornet pointed out.

"I bet he's just mad 'cause we wouldn't feature his Carnival of Oruro Muncher," Snake argued back.

Piranha was quick to retort, "That's not why I posted it. No matter how mad I was as Piranha, as Loco y Malo, I gave my completely honest opinion."

Wolf then stepped to the side, declaring, "I'm calling a huddle," he ushered Snake, Shark, Tarantula, and Hornet to join him. Piranha was about to join them before Wolf turned his head and told him, "Minus Loco y Malo."

Piranha ceremoniously took off his chef hat and asked, "Is Piranha still invited?"

"No! Piranha sits there and thinks about what Loco y Malo did," Shark scolded Piranha like a parent while pointing to a chair for Piranha to sit in.

As Piranha walked over to go sit in the chair Shark pointed out, the rest of the Bad Guys were together in the huddle, a few feet away from him.

"Alright, what do we do?" Tarantula asked.

Hornet got an idea, suggesting, "Alright, I've got it. We'll have Loco y Malo review us again, but this time, we'll just serve him Piranha's Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Perfect! He's sure to give himself five "ooh's," Snake replied, thinking it was a good idea.

With the fivesome coming to an agreement on what to do, they then broke the huddle and faced Piranha.

"Okay, here's how this is gonna go down," Wolf was about to tell him, but he was cut off by Piranha

"Guys, I heard the whole thing; you're three feet away," Piraha confessed

"So, you'll do it, right?" Snake asked.

He answered while standing up, "Absolutely. Piranha looks forward to cooking the Carnival of Oruro Muncher, and Loco y Malo looks forward to reviewing it."

"I'm not sure which one of you I'm talking to, but whoever it is, tell the other one he's weird," Shark commented while looking weirded out.

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The next day, at the restaurant, Piranha was sitting at the table, reading over the menu, while the rest of the Bad Guys were standing behind him, waiting for their friend to finish looking over the menu.

"Have you decided on what you'll be having yet, sir?" Snake asked Piranha as if he was a stranger.

Piranha, with a serious look on his face, replied, "Let's see. Let's see. Let's see. Do you have any bisque?"

"We do not," Tarantula replied, resisting the urge to grit her teeth from the lack of patience.

Hornet then chimed in, asking happily, "Might I suggest the Carnival of Oruro Muncher?" adding with strain in his voice, "The ONLY thing on the menu."

Piranha nodded in agreement as Wolf took the menu from him, "Okay, so that's one Carnival of Oruro Muncher."

"Would you like that set on fire?" Shark offered to Piranha.

"How does the chef recommend it?" Piranha asked.

"Not set on fire," Snake replied quietly to Shark through gritted teeth.

"One Carnival of Oruro Muncher 'not set on fire,'" Shark replied to Piranha's question, mimicking when Snake was gritting his teeth.

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One Carnival of Oruro Muncher later, Piranha was feasting on his creation, with his friends watching closely.

Upon the first bite, Piranha comments,d admiring the flavor, "Oooh."

"One," Hornet whispered happily, with Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula jumping in excitement with her before they quickly regained their composure.

On the next bite, Piranha tasted another new flavor sensation, making him say in interest, "Oooh."

His friends celebrated quietly by jumping up and down again while Shark whispered, "Yes! Two!"

When Piranha took a third bite of the food, he felt another new flavor hit, making him say, "Oooh."

His friends jumped up and down happily as Snake whispered, "Yes! Three," while they anticipated what Piranha's response would be next.

Piranha took another bite of his own food again, and replied, "Oooh."

His friend jumped happily again as Wolf said quietly, "That's four!"

Piranha took another bite of the food, feeling another new flavor, as he started to say, "Oh.." His friends leaned forward to hear what he was gonna say.

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"'Meh'?" they all, excluding Piranha, shouted in shock when they saw the review on Piranha's laptop after the taste testing was over.

By the line over at the end of the restaurant, Mira misheard the Bad Guys, turning her head while asking, "Yeah, did you guys call me?"

Hornet quickly clarified, "We weren't talking to you, Mira," before she asked Piranha, "How could you give us another 'meh'?"

"I don't get it, Piranha. We heard you say 'oooh' five times," Snake pointed out.

Piranha held his head while saying, "I said it, but I just couldn't write it."

"Why not?" Tarantula inquired, adding on, "The Carnival of Oruro Muncher was your creation."

Piranha sighed while saying, "I'm sorry. The critic in me has to be honest with the chef in me. And the chef in me stinks."

"What are you talking about? We all tasted it, and it was delicious. Even I had to sacrifice to eat meat," Hornet asked, wanting to know why Piranha was thinking about himself like this.

"I can't come back from a review like this," Piranha commented in response.

"But Loco y Malo said, "This chef shows promise," Wolf mentioned while pointing to a comment on the blog.

"Well, what does he know?" Piranha answered while looking at the computer screen.

"He's you," Wolf answered, clarifying Piranha was also Loco y Malo.

"Well, what do I know?" Piranha asked, feeling frustrated.

"Then, don't post it!" Tarantula stated clearly.

Piranha groaned while pointing out, "I have to; I have a deadline."

"Well, call the editor and tell him you're not gonna make it," Shark suggested.

"I'm also the editor," Piranha admitted, saying this as frustration flowed through his veins and he clenched his hands tight.

Hornet slammed the computer shut and lifted it, "Look, you can't post that review. It'll ruin the restaurant, and Mr. and Mrs. Gardener will definitely close it down," he dodged a lunging attempt from Piranha, who tried to get the computer back.

Piranha then grabbed the laptop and tried to pull it back, but Hornet, giving his every strength, pulled it back too, not wanting to let go.

"Hey," Hornet shouted while trying to pull.

"Let go," Piranha shouted back, not loosening his grip one bit.

"You let go," Hornet shouted back.

Wolf, Snake, Shark, and Tarantula joined Hornet's side and tired to help pull the laptop towards her.

"It's five against one; you'll never win," Shark clarified.

"Wrong; it's five against six," Piranha retorted, saying, "I'm Loco y Malo, Chef Piranha, editor Piranha, Singer Piranha, and Regular Piranha."

"That's five," Shark pointed out in confusion.

Piranha saw the point Shark made, and clarified, "Oh. And also Stomping Piranha."

"Who?" his friends asked in confusion.

On cue, Piranha kicked his Wolf and Shark's feet and Snake's tail, making them bend down and shout in pain, while Tarantula and Hornet had their guard down, and lost their grip on the laptop, giving Piranha the perfect chance to grab his laptop and run off to a nearby table.

He opened it and was about to get his review posted, but then, he heard Wolf's voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

He looked up and gasped when he saw his friends back up, holding burger buns, hot dog buns, fries, soda cups, ice cream cones and cups, pizza slices, sandwiches, chicken legs, and other fast food.

"Step away from the laptop," Hornet declared

"All of you," Shark added, referring to the original and other versions of Piranha.

Piranha didn't seem to feel threatened, Oh, yeah? Who's gonna make me?"

That response got him ducking down to avoid getting pelted by fast food his friends were chucking at him, also making him close his laptop upon doing so.

The commotion also got Mira and her co-workers, who were supposedly in line for another restaurant.

"Is that a food fight?" One of them, a female one, asked.

"This place is picking up!" Another female journalist commented.

"It's not fire, but I'm in," a male journalist commented happily as all the other customers in the line turned and were amazed by what they were watching.

"Food fight," Mira declared happily, as the crowd was now starting to get excited, and even ducked to avoid a few bits of food that was flying towards them.

Rachel came running, blowing a whistle and pushing a cart with a tarp over it, before she shouted, "Everybody, stop! What is wrong with you?! This isn't a fair food fight." She then pulled off the tarp, revealing more bowls of food set to be thrown and chucked, declaring, "Now, it's fair. Food away!"

People from the line all started to grab some of the food from the bowls, and threw them at the Bad Guys and at each other with the Bad Guys did the same with other people, Everyone now getting into the spirit of the food fight, and had fun doing so. It was a madhouse in the restaurant, and no food was eaten. The whole place became a mess and food was wasted. But nobody cared. They loved to hit each other with food.

Suddenly, the madness also stirred the owners of the restaurant to come in

"Guys! Bad Guys!" Mrs. Gardener yelled.

"What is going on?!" Mr. Gardener asked with a toupe on his head.

When they saw the scene that was going on, they had to duck their heads to avoid getting hit by some of the food. Mr. Gardener even used the sign as a shield to block him and his wife from getting pelted by food while trying to stop the madness.

Even while they used the sign as a shield, Mr. Gardener got hit anyway, "Ow, that totally hurts!"

But even they couldn't stay protected for long and wound up starting to get overwhelmed by the food pelting.

"Guys, I thought you wanted to save the restaurant, not destroy it!" Mrs. Gardener announced.

With the commotion starting to slow down, Tarantula replied, "Sorry, but we found out Piranha's the Loco y Malo."

That revelation made everyone gasp in shock

"And he was gonna post a bad review about the restaurant," Hornet added defensively.

That revelation then made both restaurant owners gasp

"Mr. Piranha, how could you give us a bad review?" Mr. Gardener asked in shock.

Shark then let out a ceremonious gasp, which made Mr. and Mrs. Gardener turn their heads and face him as Shark saw that they were done already, "Oh, we're done with that?"

Piranha started to apologize, "I'm sorry. I just can't lie to my readers."

"We're sorry about all this," Wolf apologized as well.

"We just really don't want the restaurant to close down," Snake added.

"Well, we have some news and we think you're gonna like it," Mrs. Gardener responded.

"We decided to keep it open," Mr. Gardener declared.

The Bad Guys all gasped and cheered happily.

"We saw how much hard work you guys put into saving it, and we realized how much you care about it," Mrs. Gardener happily replied.

"Plus, our accountant told us it would be a financial disaster to close it, so...." Mr. Gardener also admitted, taking into account th financial perspective of it.

"Is Piranha your accountant too," Shark asked.

"No," Mr. Gardener replied at first before pointing to someone, "He is."

the Bad Guys looked and saw that it turned out to be the same guy they had first served the Dinner Wand to.

The man waved at them, "Oh, hi."

The Bad guys were surprised that they served their food to Mr. and Mrs. Gardener's accountant, which was worth the shot now that the accountant won't allow the restaurant to close.

"Heh. It's a small world after all," Hornet chuckled.

With everything settled, Mrs. Gardener then spoke up, "Okay, let's get this restaurant cleaned up and abc open for business."

Just before everyone could get to work cleaning up the restaurant, Mira then stepped forward, spotting something that made her ask, "Uh, is that smoke?"

The Bad Guys and the restaurant owners turned their heads and noticed smoke coming out from the kitchen.

"Well, that's weird. I preheated the oven, but I didn't put anything in it," Mr. Gardner confessed.

Just then, to their shock, the oven caught on fire, erupting in bright flames.

Despite being shocked by this, Shark commented out of the blue, "Hey, at least something got set on fire."

"Run, people," Rachel came running out, gesturing for everyone to quickly evacuate.

The old lady before was holding the fries in her hand as the waitress shouted, "Forget the fries, grandma," She tossed them out of her hands before leading her out with the rest of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Gardener noticed the awful toupee her husband had and quickly yanked it off his head, throwing it into the fire, much to his horror, before they both ran and escaped the flaming kitchen.

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When the fire crew soon came and put out the fire, the entire kitchen was a burnt mess, and the restaurant looked like it just got a gloomy shade of ash grey, but at least the whole thing hadn't completely collapsed and demised. The restaurant was still standing, but the interior was an ash-covered wasteland.

The fire captain came out of the kitchen, telling Mr. Gardener, MRs. Gardener, and the Bad Guys "Well, the fire definitely started in the oven. Found this in here," He pulled out a shiny metal square that said "Suggestion Box" on it.

Mr. Gardener knew exactly where it came from, "Suggestion box," He showed it to his wife, who had a sheepish/nervous smile.

"Oops. guess that wasn't really the best hiding place," she commented, feeling guilty for what happened.

The fire captain then pulled out something that was still smoking a bit, "Good news, though: we were able to save this."

The item turned out to be Mr. Gardener's toupee, which made Mrs. Gardener groan loudly and desperately.

Mr. Gardener replied as he accepted the toupee, "Thank you, Fireman Handsome- I mean, Hudson. That's what she calls you," He pointed to his wife.

"Just one time," she clarified as the fire captain soon left while her husband placed his now messed up toupee back on his head.

Snake examined how badly damaged the restaurant looked before asking the accountant behind them, "So, how much will it cost to rebuild the restaurant?"

The accountant checked on his calculator, saying as the rest of the family peered over to look, "Well..."

He then showed the total on his calculator to the restaurant owners and the Bad Guys, their eyes widening from how expensive it appeared, declaring in shock/unison, "Oooh."

Now stuck with no idea how to fix it.

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Credits:

Sam Rockwell - Mr. Wolf

Marc Maron - Mr. Snake

Craig Robinson - Mr. Shark

Anthony Ramos - Mr. Piranha

Awkwafina - Ms. Tarantula

Rhenzy Feliz - Mr. Hornet

Brian Stepanek – Mr. Timothy Gardener

Allison Munn – Mrs. Angel Gardener

Stephanie Beatriz - Mira Rose

Andy Samberg - Male Journalist #1

Joe Lo Truglio - Male Journalist #2

Melissa Fumero - Female Journalist #1

Chelsea Peretti - Female Journalist #2

Gabrielle Elyse - Rachel

Dio Johnson - Fireman Hudson

Tom Choi as Sophisticated Guy

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Author aggimaginary

Co-Author: MasterClass60

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So you're a tough guy Like it really rough guy Just can't get enough guy Chest always so puffed guy I'm that bad type Make your mama sad type Make your girlfriend mad tight Might seduce your dad type

I'm the bad guy

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The entire chapter is based on Nicky, Ricky, Dicky & Dawn: Quad With A Blog.

Special thanks to MasterClass60 for helping me in this entire chapter.

Piranha's alias "Loco y Malo" is translated as "crazy and bad", describing himself to be one.

I hope you like the new chapter. There is more soon!

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