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Dirty Diana || Thomas Shelby x reader
Synopsis: After the war, you and Tommy were separated leaving you in London alone with no money at all.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader , Tommy Shelby x reader
Warnings: SMUT +18, mentions of prostitution & misogynist, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk
Notes: I saw this Dirty Diana edit of Tommy Shelby & Diana Mitford so why not do a fic about MJ's song?? I'm so happy that Dirty Diana is getting popular and getting the hype that it deserves !! This fic is terribly written and rushed :c
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Tommy and you were together before the war. His family happily accepted you and eventually treat you as one.
Unfortunately, you two parted ways following the battle. While you were stuck in London trying to become a banker, he was back in his hometown.
As a woman, landing a career like that hasn't been normalized yet. Often, men claim that it was a "man's job" exclusively. You met all the standards perfectly, but in the end, you were not hired. You were left with nothing as a result. No family, no home, and no money.
That's when you started working as a prostitute, something you never thought you would do. It was your last option since you could no longer survive without money. Given that you were making far more money at the job, you cannot complain about it. Constantly receiving enormous sums of shillings in a single night.
You decided to change your name, Diana.
Every night you wait on the busy streets of London for customers. Bending over their vehicle, seducing them.
It wasn't easy and it will never be easy to be working in this line of work. You've been sleeping with young, old, single, married, or even widowed men for money.
It was the usual night. Waiting for new customers as you stood on the busy streets outside of a hotel. Your black dress perfectly traced your curves, a white shoulder fur covered your elbows.
You finally saw a car stopping in front of you. A man wearing a neat navy suit, a newsboy hat decorated his hair, a cigarette burning between his lips.
Due to his hat, you cannot fully see who he was, only his mouth. You walked seductively towards the man's car, bending over the window. "Sir, I have to go home 'cause I'm so tired you see..?" you ask, pretending to be exhausted. "I hate sleeping alone, why don't you take me?" He took a bill out of his pockets and showed it to you. "My place. The hotel." he plainly said.
Seeing the large amount of bill made your eyes widened. Never in your job had you encountered a man giving you this big amount of money for one night.
"Well, I'll see what I can do with that, sir," he exited the vehicle, walking towards the hotel as you followed him. The anonymous man was walking in front of you so you cannot see his face.
You couldn't shake the thought of Tommy, no matter how many men you slept with. You still have feelings for him. You was hoping he could find you and look for you. Your first love was and is him. He was everything to you. It's not that you two split up; rather, it was more that you stopped seeing one another, no goodbye's or hello's after the war. You believed that his 'breakup' was final. that he had already had enough of your relationship. While a part of you believes he is better off without you, the other half of you longs to visit him in Birmingham. That he's already forgotten you.
The both of you were already inside his luxurious hotel room. It wasn't really that tidy but it was manageable.
The anonymous man finally removed his hat, showing his full face at you. As soon as you saw him, your eyes widened and your heart sank.
"Tommy?" you shockingly asked.
"(Y/n)." he greeted plainly.
"How did you- How did you found me?"
He actually haven't moved on from you too. Tommy tried to marry someone for you to leave his mind but that didn't worked for him as well. He just doesn't feel the same feeling that he was with his current wife than you. He wants to relive that feeling and he is hoping that he will be with you again.
"I searched for you. I searched every spot in Birmingham and you weren't there. And so I found you here. In London," he said. "And I know about your job, Diana."
His deep and sultry voice always gets you. Having the sudden desire to take him, make you his, and just be with him.
"How about you stay with me, tonight?" he asked.
"Oh Tommy, I'm all yours," you answered. Your lips meeting his, passionately tasting him. Tommy's hands roamed all around your small back, allowing the kiss to get deeper and deeper.
He suddenly stopped, pulling his face away. "My wife is at home tonight, she's probably worried tonight. I haven't told her I'm alright." he sighed, walking up to the telephone on the desk just beside the door. He rolled the numbers before speaking.
Before he said something again, you heard a woman's voice on the telephone, screaming at him. Tommy's wife was mad.
Suddenly, you grabbed the telephone, hearing the voice of his wife. The speaker was on your ear, "He's not coming back, he's sleeping with me,"
You dropped the telephone harshly, smiling at him. "Are you not worried she'll leave you?" you asked, your fingers tapping his chest seductively. Tommy's lips found yours again. The kiss is turning harshly and messier. "It's alright, she was using me for money anyways," he said in between kisses. "And Polly didn't approved my relationship with her but we got married anyway,"
"God, I've been waiting for you," your hands found its way to his hair, crumpling it as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You moaned in between kisses, eager for more.
You pushed him into the king-sized bed's soft mattress. You unbutton your wrinkled shirt while leaving your bra on as you crawl from his legs to his hips. He showed how hard he was by the way his pants were rising. Tommy's breath hitched, his skin heats up.
"Where have you been, my darling?" he breathly asked, cupping your cheeks once again to examine your face, processing what is happening right now. You're back. You're here.
Slowly, your hips rocked on his boner, the friction making your eyes roll. Tommy swallowed hard, feeling the sensation that's happening. "I've missed you, Tom,"
You continued to stroke the hard swell beneath his pants with a look of enticing eagerness, every stroke a whispered promise of something more. You carefully and slowly removed his belt buckle, the metal clasp giving way to your touch with a gentle click. With careful care, your fingertips traced the fabric of his pants, revealing the shapes of his buried need as you undid each button. Gentle yet focused.
A rush of electricity shot through Tommy as her hands discovered his shaft, igniting every nerve ending with a burning passion. You moved his cock up and down with such delicate strokes; it was a rhythmic dance that left him panting, his chest rising and falling in time with your motions.
"Oh god, you're so good at this," he praised.
Your touch was like a kiss from heaven; it sent electric sparks of need shooting through him, burning an inferno of desire. His breath caught in his throat with every stroke, the melody of pleasure surrounding him so intensely that he was unable to resist, his moans echoing at the limits of his arousal.
He finally came, his white seed spurted all over the mattress and your hands, staining them You chuckled.
Suddenly, Tommy switched positions, he's now on top of you. "You think we're done?" he asked, his fingers touched your clit, sending shivers all around your body due to the sudden touch.
"Oh god!" you moaned.
His fingertips tracing passionate patterns over the fabric that covered your aching core, your back arched in ecstasy as he increased his speed driven by an early desire. Your body trembled with anticipation with every round move, a burning desire that cried out to be let out. Time appeared to stop still as his touch danced over you in the heat of passion, each movement an ode to the unbearable depths of his desire.
You moaned out loud, feeling your orgasm coming. "Tom - I'm gonna .. oh god!"
His movements stopped unexpectedly, leaving you on the verge of euphoria and desperate for release. A line appeared on your forehead as a wave of opposing emotions passed over you, your need pounding against the limits his seductive pause forced.
"Ah, not yet," his husky voiced rang to your ears.
Tommy removed your underwear, showing how wet you were from him fingering you. He aligned his shaft in front of your cunt before you fully took him, making you moan.
You felt full just from his cock. His warm cock filled you, making him push in even further. Your eyes closed, your head rolling back.
"So fucking tight," he exhaled deeply. His rough hands gripped your hips making him pound in to you harshly, hitting your sensitive spots all over and over.
"No one ever pleasured you this good huh?"
Sweat was streaming down his strained brow, reflecting the fever that was pumping through his body. The air in his hotel room pumped with the sound of your lewd moans and his sultry groans, echoes swirling passionately together and filling the room with a euphoric atmosphere.
His trusts became faster and harsher. His and your skin slapped together, earning a loud sound.
You felt your orgasm coming up again making you moan louder, seeing nothing but starts and feel like you've been drugged by the most pleasurable medicine there is out there. You clenched on his cock, indicating that you were close.
"Tommy, I'm gonna cum,"
"Yeah? Cum then, love," he demanded.
You both reached the your high of ecstasy with a few last, powerful thrusts, your bodies combining in a melody of pleasure. During that moment of explosive release, when your senses were overwhelmed by a rush of sensations, you felt him spill out his essence into you, filling you to the overflowing limit with his ecstatic warmth. Every muscle clenched with fine pleasure as your climax came over you in waves of joy, your combined passion setting off an inferno of desire that swallowed you both completely.
Tommy pulled out before dropping his body beside you, panting hard.
"Come back to me," he whispered.
"Oh Tommy. I never left you."
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In the early onset of their relationship, Stede and Ed had a tendency to lay awake, giggling into the night, still giddy at the notion of their togetherness. Ed lay on his back, with Stede nestled against his side tracing the worn lines of his tattoos, attempting to map out the landscape of a previous lifetime. Quietly he would inquire as to the origin of each; what was their meaning, where was he when he got it, how old was he?
Most of the tattoos, Ed says, he barely remembers getting. If he does remember they rarely have interesting stories.
“Got this one because I thought it would look cool.”
“This one’s from a dare against Jack.”
“This one is a reminder.”
Stede was surprised to find that Izzy had done many of them. Most of the smaller ones at least, Ed had said, the larger ones—they both decided— were best handled by more qualified artists. According to Ed, Izzy was fairly good with a needle, and shockingly good at eyeballing symmetry. Stede could agree, especially next to the shaky linework of Jack’s masterfully illustrated…
“Think it’s supposed to be a dolphin? I don’t know mate, we were fucking wasted.”
They laugh together, and when it settles Stede resumes his journey across Ed’s skin. He gets to a small tattoo located high on his thigh, faded but still clearly visible, two swords crossed.
“And this one?” Stede suspects it to be another of the ornamental ones, but Ed pauses.
“One of the first tattoos I ever got. Might actually be the first.” Ed traces over it idly as he speaks. “I got it for Iz. It’s my matching tattoo to his.” He laughs nervously. “Not a one-for-one match, but he did let me mark him— my north star.” He taps his cheek just below his right eye. “And I got his swords.”
Stede hums to himself thoughtfully. Just like all the others he asks, “How old were you?”
“Fuck, had to be only twenty at the time. Remember being sorta nervous about the pain, but Jack already had at least ten, so he kept telling me the thigh wouldn’t hurt much at all. But honestly, the pain wasn’t actually going to stop me, cause I wanted it so badly. I was so set on the swords. I even stole Iz’s sword to show to the artist because I needed it to be accurate.” Ed had a far-off look in his eye. “He was right pissed at me for that, but showing him the tattoo afterward softened the blow.”
“And Izzy?” Stede’s voice is softer than before.
“Izzy? He was closer to thirty, but he didn’t get his at the same time. Wasn’t until we mutinied that I gave him his star. It was my idea. I was still hanging onto the idea of matching. Originally, I was gonna go for something more dangerous looking, put it on his thigh, so we could be a proper pair, but he stopped me. It ended up being his idea to do the star. Was shocked when he told me where he wanted it.”
Ed's hand lingers over the swords, with unspoken words caught in his throat. When he finally opens his mouth to speak again, Stede expects him to elaborate but instead, he simply moves on to the next tattoo without prompting. Stede half listens, pondering privately, trying to picture a world in which Ed was chasing after Izzy.
#ofmd#our flag means death#stede bonnet#edward teach#izzy hands#ofmd hc#gentlebeard#steddyhands#edizzy#blackhands#ofmd fic#fic
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2009! Ghoap
OG 2009!mw2 Ghostsoap set between missions. Drabble of a different Soap and Ghost.
"Would you follow me anywhere?"
John's voice was a syrupy murmur in the slow dredges of morning. Simon's half awake mind nudges at that. His body drew closer without any conscious thought, hopelessly attracted to the timbre of that low rumble.
"You would, wouldn't you Simon."
Blinking away the afterimages of sleep from his lashes, Simon's eyes blearily focuses on John. Sunlight shone through the blinds, kissing the slopes and curves of hard muscle in slats of orange. They added a dimension of softness to the jagged scars that made up John. It was a sight not often seen and thus needed to be savoured thoroughly like Simon's most sought after tea blend.
Fingers brushed along his naked face. Tips rested lightly on the curve of Simon's lips and then traced up towards his cheeks. But the touch went unnoticed, his gaze drawn to the much more arresting sight before him.
John was a study in yellow. His strong features were highlighted by the sunlight that bathed the man in golden tones. The effect was almost ethereal in nature, light reflecting off like he had an internal glow. Glimmering blue eyes caged with dark lashes and a toothy grin, gave the rugged man a shockingly youthful expression. Beautiful.
He was beautiful.
It was a compliment that made the man in question taken aback and stammer when Simon's runaway mouth blurted it out to him one day, too lost in the moment at the time to stop it from bubbling out from him. The resulting shyness he'd received had only endeared him more. It felt obscenely out of character for the captain that Simon knew first, but surprisingly in character for the man behind the perfect soldier.
Task force 141 had started out as an experiment. A dangerous mix of a untried captain recently promoted, a masked lieutenant riddled with rumours of sociopathy and all the heavy expectation on their shoulders as Shepard's pet project of vengeance. It was a recipe for disaster many had said.
What the naysayers didn't know was how much of a force of nature John MacTavish was. A man so aggressively in control and utterly focused on the objective, any goal set before him was completely smashed. Their rag team set of soldiers selected from across the world shouldn't have worked as well as it did but somehow he had made the impossible possible.
Mactavish expected only the best out of not only the men under him, but of himself. He was a man with a fire in his soul and a deep desire to not just succeed but exceed mission parameters. The captain would have a plan A, a plan B all the way to a plan Z and if something faltered on the way, he'd formulate the training and tools to succeed the next time. A perfectionist at his core.
He had easily won Simon's respect within the first few days of knowing each other just like he'd easily won over the other men under his command. He'd known even then in those early days, that he would die for Captain MacTavish. All the men in 141 would, no contest.
But John.
John was someone he'd live for.
There was a fragility that hid behind the roughened exterior. A softness that Simon had thought beaten out of men like them. Men who didn't hesitate before shooting, didn't bat an eye at the messier ways to achieve an objective. An innocence lost in all the ways war could be fought and better for the lack of it. More effective for it too.
John was an outlier.
Despite the pain and suffering they drenched themself in, John still cared. He still cared about the lives they lost, the men they had to sacrifice and every civilian lost in the cross fire. It was easy to blind oneself to the pain. Lose the part that empathised if it wasn't already gone.
Or in Simon's case, never truly existed in the first place.
But the caring never diminished John. It was a heavy burden to carry, for it was a double edged blade permanently notched at John's throat. It pained the man as much as it drove him. Simultaneously a strength and a weakness all packed up in one tidy package for Simon to covet.
The knife edged line that John walked was a sight that had captured Simon's heavy gaze at first. Ensnaring him deeper and deeper the more he paid attention. He was helpless against the man, thoughts of John consuming Simon as much as sustaining him.
Afterall, he alone had seen the depths of Simon's depravity and had not turned away. Not flinched like all the rest. Depite everything, John still had the temerity, the foolhardiness to trust him. To let Simon, of all people, know him when he'd put up walls against every other man in their company.
His kindness was a searing weight behind Simon's ribcage. His trust the blood that ran through his veins, beating life where there was none before. They were both things to be hidden and carefully guarded. Tended to with a delicate touch and an eye for the small print like the lines of code that Simon breathed and spoke.
"Simon?" John nudged.
Questing fingers hovered over his lips again and the sensation brought him back to John's question. Would you follow me, he had asked. A silly question.
"I'd follow you anywhere I could." He answered firmly. Devotedly.
"Just don't go where I can't follow."
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#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#soap x ghost#john soap mactavish#john mactavish#simon ghost riley#simon riley#call of duty#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod drabble#my writing#ghoap#cod mwf2#cod mwii#soapghost#og call of duty#captain mactavish#lieutenant simon riley
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The Morning
The sleepy mornings that followed the night-long parties at Steve’s apartment always felt oddly domestic to Y/N.
Steve-O X Gn!Reader
(Fluff)
807 Words
Warnings: Steve’s nasty ass appartment
An: Inspired by the Jackass MTV Cribs episode! I was really interested in Steve’s apartment and like the environment there!! It’s so nasty and awesome XD The fic that resulted from that fascination ended up really fluffy and domestic! I haven’t seen a fic like this about Steve before and I’m really happy with how it came out! Anyways, thank you please keep sending in requests!
It was a shockingly domestic scene for the two of you- sunlight gently diffusing through Steve’s dirty bedroom window as you blinked awake, your head resting on his chest. There was something so cozy about the way your two fit together on his mattress- perfect, like puzzle pieces. Things like this rarely happened in that bed. You lazily studied the tattoos on your boyfriend’s chest and arms with half lidded eyes, your eyelashes tickling against his skin. He stayed fast asleep as you idly traced over them. Christ, it was like you were newlyweds. Chuckling softly to yourself at the prospect of the two of you getting married, your stomach growled. Begrudgingly, you peeled his Batman sheets off of your tired body before getting up, clad in nothing but your underwear and one of Steve’s t-shirts you found at the foot of his bed.
Walking through that apartment was like traversing a minefield. Stepping over the random trash that littered the stained carpet and ducking under the grand Budweiser archway that miraculously appeared in the doorway after a night of partying a week ago, you felt Lucifer, Steve’s cat who just couldn’t get enough you whenever you were over, brush against your leg. You reached down to pet her, smiling when you heard her purr, “Aww…Lucy, baby…” Everything that morning seemed oddly still without your boyfriend breaking a coffee table or having his roommate throw Pop-It’s at his face, like it was frozen in time as you riffled through the cheap plywood cabinets in the kitchen for something to eat, the linoleum chilling your bare feet. Kids cereal, instant Mac and cheese, a couple of roaches- nothing appetizing. Checking the fridge which was always tilted on some weird angle due to the skatepark that ran through the kitchen, you didn’t find anything besides more beer and a few jars of pickles. You did, however, find a tin of cat food on the counter, which you cracked open and placed on the floor as you continued your search.
In the back of the very last cabinet you checked, covered in spiderwebs and maybe an inch of dust, you found this tall, cylindrical device. Out of curiosity you picked the machine up, feeling its weight as you held it tucked in the crevice of one arm while brushing one of the stacks of old pizza boxes and empty beer cans off the counter with a clatter. Steve never had any sort of kitchen appliances so this confused you, especially after having seen him make toast one morning by slapping a piece of Wonderbread on the stovetop and flipping it with two forks. After a brief examination, you figured out what you found was some kind of juicer. Great! The only issue was that the closest thing to a fruit or vegetable you had on hand was an expired can of cherry pie filling.
But then you saw it, sitting in the refuse- a single, juicy, perfectly round orange. It’d probably work, you thought, peeling it, so hungry that you didn't even think to wash the dust out of the inside before stuffing the fruit into it and turning it on. The way that it shook and sputtered like it was on its deathbed made you think that maybe it was broken as it half-mushed up the orange, but you could see it was kind of working.
Just then, your boyfriend stumbled out from your bedroom, pulling his jeans on mid-step over his boxers as he groggily mumbled, “Fucks goin’ on?” Turning it off for a second, you looked up to him, “I found a juicer in your cabinet, so I’m making juice.” Steve leaned against the cheap linoleum counter, reaching into the old, grease stained pizza box from the previous night to grab a cold slice of congealed cheese. He furrowed his brow as he shoved it into his mouth, “I had a juicer?” Cocking your head to the side, you looked him up and down before chuckling, “Is that what you’re having for breakfast?” Steve shrugged, tossing the pizza down onto the counter to wipe his mouth, “Yeah- breakfast of champions, man. Wha’d you got?”
Grabbing a clean enough glass from the sink and rinsing it, you placed it under the spout of the juicer and opened it, letting an unimpressive amount of orange juice trickle out. A shot glass would’ve been better to hold it, but you still held it up like you were proud of it. As Steve raised an eyebrow at the glass, you snatched the pizza off of the counter and took a big bite of it. He cracked a smile at your eagerness, “Oh sure, yeah, help yourself.” It didn’t taste half bad, you thought, and eyes twinkled when his sarcasm fell apart as he eyed your juice, “Can I have some’a that?”
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Instinctual holdback
Summary: Since you started your sex life, Shinji had rejected the idea of doing anything face-to-face. Occasionally, the worst parts of you whispered cruel intrusive ideas regarding him thinking about someone else. The truth, however, was shockingly different.
A/N: Yeah, I have the biggest crush on this man. This is a love letter to him 💜
Warnings: NSFW / sex toy/finger sucking/hair pulling / gag (BDSM device) / slight bondage / slight dom/sub dynamic / praising/clothed sex (Shinji's end, reader's naked) / established relationship / super slight dacryphilia, only if you squint / teasing/cheek (face) clutching/purring/pleasure-dom!Shinji / fem!reader /
18+ content - MDI
There was a ghost story surrounding the walls of the Fifth Division: the ex-captain had died after turning into a half-hollow monster.
Shinji could sense how terrifyingly shocked his subordinates were to have him near when he returned. Despite his comical personality beginning to cushion the weight of suspicious glances, there were still those who did not accept the idea of someone like him in the Gotei Thirteen.
When he started to get close to you, Shinji's gaze lingered over yours a bit longer, searching for any sign of rejection. But never finding anything more than good-natured warmth, he gradually began to let his guard down.
It felt good to be close to someone who saw only him, not what he had been before the accident or what he became afterward. Sometimes, when you were snuggling while listening to some jazz records, Shinji would wonder if happiness was an accurate word to describe the feeling expanding in his chest.
Soon, gentle caresses and sweet kisses were no longer enough. Fortunately, your longing for him matched his own. Now, Shinji could show you other fascinating things he had discovered during his time away from Soul Society.
“These toys I brought from the human world are neat, aren’t they?” he asked, his tone full of the usual bantering.
The red gag in your mouth didn't let you answer. Your arms were tied behind your back, your ass up, showing him the best view. Slick slipped through your inner thighs as Shinji had been teasing you for what felt like ages.
You glanced at him. Shinji had the biggest grin on his face watching as the toy moved inside your cunt, amused at how you were desperately clenching to keep it there.
"Easy there!" He teased. "We don't want it to get stuck."
You were begging for him to touch you, but the gag in your mouth muffled every word. You were on the verge of tears. Shinji only got up when the first puffs left your mouth.
"Aw, was it too much?" He approached, sitting on the bed beside you. Shinji freed your mouth.
"Please," you cried, your voice cracking. Hot tears pooled in your eyes. "Please, I’ll be good.”
Shinji wiped away your tears with his thumbs and grasped your chin to tilt your head before pushing his fingers into your mouth. "Show me how good you can be."
You sucked on them through shaky breaths, rolling your tongue from his fingertips to his knuckles. Shinji hissed, pulling them out. He pulled your hair to lift your head before he kissed you. You could feel the piercing on his tongue as it moved in your mouth. It was so heavenly long that a drool slipped from your lips. The sound of your soft moans delighted his ears.
“You are so hot when you’re desperate,” Shinji panted after letting go. He shut down the toy. You whined. “Will you be good if I untie you?”
"Yes, yes I will!" You couldn't help the eagerness in your voice.
Shinji hummed, pretending to consider before clicking his tongue. He pulled the toy's string, dragging it out. You whimpered at the emptiness. Shinji proceeded to untie the ropes, and the relief you felt when your sore arms fell to your sides almost made you moan. Shinji stared at the marks, tracing them in wonder.
"You look so hot like this," he praised.
In a quick motion, Shinji undid his tie. The dim light of the room framed his neck beautifully. You reached down to spread your folds for him.
"Shit," Shinji breathed. Forget undressing. He untied the front part of the uniform. His predatory look over your body was making you ache.
"Get on your knees," he instructed, helping you up. "Place your hands on the wall."
You obeyed quickly, bending a bit. Shinji panted as he rubbed his cock over your cunt before sliding in. You moaned when you felt him stretching you up. Shinji sighed after bottoming out.
You felt his breath over your ear. He sniffed your hair. You clenched and unclenched around him to ease yourself a bit. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
Shinji groaned as he kissed you again. You moaned into his mouth when he started thrusting inside you. "You're going to feel it too," he managed through an agitated breath, "all that you do to me."
He groped your body greedily with both hands, palming your thighs, your tummy, gripping one of your breasts as he kept fucking you from behind. You threw your head back, gaze full of bliss as you enjoyed his hands on you. The best tickles always roamed your body like static after the trace of his touch. You loved every bit of it.
Shinji bit your ear, and you moved your head to grant him space. He left a trail of open-mouth kisses on your neck, nibbling from time to time. He rolled your nipple between his fingers.
“Baby- You fuck me so good,”
Shinji moaned, squeezing you closer. You felt so pleased, so warm.
You grasped his hair before trying to turn back to meet his eyes, but Shinji roughly clutched your cheeks, digging his nails into them. "N-No, don't look at me. Close your eyes," he licked a stripe over your pulse line. You whimpered. "Enjoy yourself."
Since you started your sex life, Shinji had rejected the idea of doing anything face-to-face. At first, you thought he did not take you seriously. However, after a million failed attempts to have him address the reasons, you had given up. Perhaps, Shinji didn't find those positions hot. Yet, occasionally, the worst parts of you whispered cruel intrusive ideas regarding him thinking about someone else.
After almost one year of dating, you wouldn't tolerate it anymore.
You yanked his hand off and turned.
Shinji froze when your gaze locked his. The pair of yellow irises swimming in a pool of gray made you gape. You held in a gasp.
“It’s okay,” he said quickly, “It happens. We’ll be good as long as I hold it back.”
“Hold it ba- ?”
It hit you then: the main reason for his reluctance to let you see him was fear of rejection. It made your heart ache.
Shinji avoided your gaze. “Hey, hey, don’t make such an ugly face. It’s just something that comes with the package. I won’t harm-”
“I know that.” Your voice was suddenly too sharp. He eyed back at you. “And you should know I wouldn't be afraid of you,” you wanted to cup his cheek, yet, given the position, you could only aim to run your fingers through the side of his golden hair.
“You aren’t?”
“No,” you assured, tenderly. You grasped his hands to tangle yourself in his arms again. Shinji responded to the embrace, holding you gently. “I love you, every part of you.”
"Geez, don't be gross," he whined, turning his red face aside.
You chuckled. “Now that we cleared that up, when you thrust inside me again, make sure to fuck me like you want to. No holding back.”
Shinji kept your look. “It might hurt.”
“Make it hurt then.”
“Fuck,” Shinji hissed.
He bit your shoulder before resuming his pace, this time rougher. You gasped as he knocked the air off you. “Y-you asked for it. Keep that in mind.”
You whimpered as the tip of his cock grazed that sweet spot inside you, too good for you to respond. All you could do was allow him to keep sucking on the skin of your shoulders.
“Look at me,” Shinji told you in a shaky voice.
You obliged, settling your head on the crook of his shoulder. His eyes projected how much he was burning for you. You reached for his hair to pull him in for a kiss. He nibbled your lips, panting against your mouth. You liked his teeth.
You guided his hand through your front, tracing the path from the center of your chest to your lower belly, and down to your clit. Shinji muffled a moan on your lips at the touch of your slickness. He circled the soft nub dutifully.
“Yes,” you hissed just when his pace matched his hand movements, building the heat so fucking good. Your pussy tightened in response, and his cock twitched with the squeeze.
Shinji broke the kiss to look at you through hooded eyes, his brows furrowed as his moans became louder, like drunk breathings. He was as close and desperate to come as you were.
An inhumane sound poured out from the back of his throat, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Shit, you sound so hot,” you coaxed, “Let me hear you more babe.”
Shinji's moans got mixed up with it. The sound resembled a strange kind of purr. It was the most heavenly sound your ears had ever made out.
You could feel his shaky breath over your mouth as his pace became frantic. You pressed his hand more onto your clit, helping him keep the movement even. That friction sent you over the edge. Your hand went to grip his hair as your back arched. You came loud and long.
Shinji pulled out roughly. The sudden emptiness was almost cruel before the hot loads splattering your back began to ease it. Shinji leaned on you to catch his breath. You placed your forehead on the wall, enjoying the temperature change.
He took off his uniform, and you felt him cleaning you up with it just before you collapsed onto the bed.
The mattress cracked when he lay beside you.
“You were truly holding back before,” you commented, turning to snuggle him, still wrapped in the after bliss.
Shinji pulled you under him so harshly that it made you squeak. His eyes held a glimmer you had never seen before, his grin was wider than ever.
“I’m glad I don’t have to anymore.” He clapped his mouth on yours, and you did your best to keep up with his abusive kiss. He bit your tongue. “I wanna keep fucking you,” he panted over your lips. “so let me,”
Oh, dear, what did you just get yourself into?
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Could I possibly request an imagine where reader is stuck in a love triangle with konig and ghost? (Not poly) and she knows she has to choose and eventually makes a decision? (You can pick who she chooses!!)
If not totally okay!! :)))))
Love Triangle [Simon "Ghost" Riley X Fem!Reader]
A/N: Hi! Thanks for your request! I'm sorry it took me forever to write this one, but really, you gave me a real challenge! Hope you will enjoy this one!
Disclaimer: I do not own any MW characters. English is not my native language.
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is a bit stressed/depressed, description of wound and gunshot, blood, OOC!König, fluff.
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Everyone says that you fell in love only once in a lifetime, and that knot in the stomach, the shaking hands, the faster heartbeat would happen only with one person in your entire life.
Well, they lied.
You knew Ghost for already three years: you were a Sergeant, and he is your Lieutenant. König came out of the blue three months ago, standing still in a crowd of Kortac soldiers: impossible to miss, his gaze roaming everywhere, except the people. Only when your eyes fell back on Ghost, you realized you were in trouble.
Your heart, to be specific.
Both men gave you something to fight, learning from them, while something else inside you was growing: an intricate feeling about each other, your mind and your heart a complete mess.
König was a chaotic mass of muscles, talking to you every time he had the chance; with Ghost was special, made of unspoken words and infinite stares; but when he began to approach, to lower those high walls, he pulled back and moving away completely and treating you as if you were two strangers.
So you became more distracted, your minds in the clouds, and the last mission went terribly wrong.
Divided from the team and following the traces of the enemies, you got shot on the thigh: your advance was getting slower and slower, through the comms Ghost was aware of your situation, periodically checking on you. And when you heard the whirring of the blades of a helicopter, you thought it was finally over.
You were wrong.
While the blood soaked your pants, you heard a gunshot, not too far away from you. You tried to contact Ghost, but your trembling voice tore down the only certainty you had: you were not fine anymore. You received no answer from him; the concern growing incessantly inside you.
Trying to reach the source of the gunfire, turning a corner without checking before, was another mistake.
Again.
With the second bullet going through the flesh of your shoulder, half of the magazine of your gun went directly inside the body of the enemy. Rage and adrenaline filled your veins, your teary eyes roaming around without actually paying attention. You saw the helicopter on the ground, while some soldiers were entering it rapidly.
You saw König with them.
Your body stood still, shockingly watching him disappearing inside, as the helicopter lifted off leaving the place. Automatically your hand rose to the radio, pressing the button and calling Ghost, without receiving an answer from him.
Did they leave you?
They were with the team, then why they leaved?
With your body collapsed against the wall behind, everything seemed gray, distractedly seeing the puddle of blood under your leg, not caring to check the injury on the shoulder.
With the world fading into black, distant voices calling out your name, but everything was late, closing your eyes while the rain started coming down around you.
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You woke up in a hospital room, recognizing the place outside the window: you were back at the base. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, noticing your thigh, and your shoulder covered in bandages. The room enlightened only from the natural light coming from the windows.
Only then you saw a figure sitting in the corner, recognizing the Lieutenant and his skull mask.
And yet, a sense of distrust weighed your heart; to him or to yourself. This was still a mystery.
"You look better than when I found you, Sergeant." He said, walking closer to you, his arms crossed to his chest.
The thought of him founding you in that way made you feel sick from the inside: you’ve never been like that, you were never weak.
"Thank you, sir." your voice came to a halt when you hear another from the hall, that you soon recognize.
Jumping out of the bed in ignoring Ghost’s voice, you find yourself face to face with König.
It was still imprinted the memory of him leaving inside that helicopter in your mind.
He was towering above you, his blue eyes the only thing you knew about him. And nothing else, anymore.
"So? You have nothing to say?" you feel betrayed; he wasn’t there when you needed the most, but it broke something inside you.
"I’m sorry, but they’re going to transfer me-"
"Good." it was Ghost who spoke, standing beside you. "You’re not supposed to be here."
"I know." he whispered those words, a sense of guilt in his tone of voice, his eyes not leaving you all the time. "Good luck."
Right when he closes the door, something else leaves your heart.
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The good thing is that you learned that love actually last, that even a broken heart can finally beat normally. It’s hard to repair one, but the time can help in his own way.
You were mad, to König and to yourself, because he gave you something and then ripping it out from your limbs with all the force, and you let him do that, too blind to notice, but you no longer regret it now. Sometimes it came back, but it feels right.
You learned how to accept that pain, a permanent part of yourself. Like a tattoo.
Feeling a pair of lips on your forehead, you let out a huff, smiling and opening your eyes, Simon’s face just some inches away from yours.
"You’re staring." he whispers, a smirk on his face.
"You’re staring too."
And right then, you remember that loving isn’t that bad, indeed.
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A looming presence... (A piece of fan art for Episode 11 of the Christmas Comeback Crisis)
Read more for an essay on all the memes and references ;)
So here it is. Finally. Only one month too late: This piece of CCC fan art I've worked on since the episode came out.
Sorry for the delay, but I just started at my new job this week and it's been a little stressful, so I didn't have much time to work on this. But now it's finally here!!! I gotta say, the hardest part by far was the background, lol. I didn't mean for it to escalate that much. At the end I was honestly running out of memes to draw.
I bet we can all agree that episode 11 of the Christmas Comeback Crisis was so worth the wait, right???? My god. Peak entertainment. I still can't believe I'm getting all this awesome lore and music for free, feels kinda criminal.
I'm so invested in this story, it's unreal. I can't wait to see how it will end. I can already tell it's gonna be pretty emotional. (And not to alarm anyone, but I have a slight feeling that the Voice is not gonna make it out of this story arc alive. I mean, after everything he's done, it's safe to say that he kinda deserves it. Of course I really don't want him to die, cause that would mean…….. Woodman would also have to die??? Otherwise the Voice will just keep coming back again and again because Woodman is keeping his memory alive…….. Oh man wait a moment….. I don't even want to think about that. Forget I said anything about this.)
Anyway, let's talk about this piece of art for a moment.
In the foreground, we have our brave protagonists. I really really like how Nozomi turned out, so I decided to make her my new icon from now on. Don't get me wrong, I love my old icon, but it's kinda zoomed out and you can't really make out any details when it's really small. So Nozomi it is. Meta Knights sword was shockingly difficult to draw, especially because I had to figure out how to draw it when he's holding it at an angle like that. Otherwise, drawing him was actually one of the easiest things about this whole thing. His design is really just two circles with some arms and armor. Figuring out how the circle tool in Gimp works has never felt this good. (Kinda crazy I can just draw him like this now, considering how obsessed with him I was when I was about 12-13 years old. Back then you had to download official renders of your favorite characters onto your computer, then print them out and hang them on your walls all around your room. Yeah I've always been like this.) Drawing Santa was really fun too, just his right hand was a little difficult. But that's just because I still can't draw hands in general. Maybe I should practice drawing hands more. (Naaaaaah I'm just kidding, I'll never do that.) Now that I'm looking at him again, he's also longingly staring at President Haltmann in the background. Doomed yaoi fr.
Speaking of the background, let's talk about that next. There's obviously the title-giving "looming presence" the Voice. I had his hands completely in the background at first, but I thought it looked cooler when they were hanging threateningly around Santa's shoulders. (You may ask yourself, 'man these hands look kinda alright for my usual hand drawing standards', and that is because I traced over pictures of my own hands. I love "cheating" at art.) I also gave him his stupid little bow tie and the colored buttons on his suit sleeves. Not only is that kinda my trademark for drawing him at this point, it's also supposed to show, that under all the threats and the evil villain persona, he's just kind of a loser. A real (male equivalent of a) girlfailure. That's why I made sure that half of the things shown in the background are there to make fun of him a little. I love the Voice dearly, but that's just what felt right.
And now let's get to the actual main course of this essay. I probably spent half the time working on this on the freaking background. I'm just gonna start in the top left corner and then go down each column and explain what each of these mean or what they reference. (Since there are some quite obscure ones in there.)
Let's start with the two ponies in the very top left. They're actually ponysonas of Nozomi Tojo (left) and Takane Shijou (right). Nozomi is an earth pony and has a tarot card as her cutie mark, specifically the ace of cups. Takane on the other hand is a unicorn and has some musical notes as her cutie mark, which you can't really see. I don't know enough about the Idolmaster to think of something more meaningful for her, sorry. ;)
Under that are Susie Haltmann and her father, President Haltmann. They were (after Woodman) the first characters I wanted to draw into the background. Susie has this black bar covering her face, since she was never really there to begin with. The whole story line with her father wanting to bring her back was actually so freaking sad. And when the Voice killed him in episode 11 and that image of Susie flashed on screen as the last thing he saw before he died….. Oof……… That's also why I drew that cursor looming next to her "window" about to click on the closing button. Haltmann himself is also the only character in the background to actually leave his little window, wanting to reach his daughter. He's also glaring at the Voice for causing him all of this grief and anger in the first place with his false promises.
Then there's…. ahem, "Hot robots in your area". With drawings of a random unnamed robot and Mettaton from Undertale. Which the Voice has apparently bookmarked. This is just a head canon, but I like to think he has a thing for robots, lol. ;)
Oh and on the left next to that on the very first column is Simpleflips' logo. Shoutouts to Simpleflips indeed.
Onto the next column. At the very top is Haruka Amami (also from the Idolmaster), who played a pretty huge role in the CCC, especially in the latest episode. That moment at the very end where she saved Grand Dad from certain death was just fantastic. Absolutely goated scene. She's kinda pressing her face against the window she's trapped in. I hope you can even see that from far away, haha.
Under that is one of the more obscure references. It's from a King for Another Day video, specifically one titled "The Hobart Hootenanny - SiIvaGunner: King for Another Day". It's a slideshow made of beautiful Hobart pictures. One that struck me personally the most was a little family picture of Hobart and the rapper Eminem, who was also a contestant in the KfAD tournament, looking lovingly over their son sitting in a cradle. Eminem is seen saying "Our son is beutiful". A truly touching photograph indeed. In that same slideshow is also another scene of Hobart together with the Voice, but we'll talk about that one later.
The next one is a reference to the CCC side story "I wanna thank me" and shows a pie chart with the election results that were discussed in that episode. Under the pie chart itself is a little box containing all the different parties and showing their respective percentages. On the left is a poster for the "Poké Poké Literature Party", showing Monika's head with the words "Just vote Monika" at the top of the poster. The words (and Misha.) are scribbled on the bottom, lest we forget that she's not running this party alone. This side story was first featured in the Christmas Comeback Crisis Watchalong in 2020, which was actually the first time I watched the CCC in its entirety. It all went downhill from there. ;)
Then there's the Voice's… thing? Object? Weird apparatus where no one really knows what it does or what its purpose is? Every time we see the Voice sitting in his office, this thing is sitting on his desk right next to him. There's been loads of jokes about its purpose. They've all been made before. I'm not going to repeat them. Only the Voice himself truly knows what this thing does. Probably. Could just be a decorative piece of art.
Then we have something veeeery self indulgent on the next column. It's Aquaman from Megaman 8 (With a not so subtle skull right next to him). You should all know by now that I'm the founding father of the Aquawood ship. And I also have the head canon that Woodman and the Voice are very divorced. Interpret into this whatever you want.
Next to Aquaman is the internets' favorite panel from the web comic Tails Gets Trolled. I fucking love that comic. If you haven't read it in its entirety, I highly recommend doing it. (Though be warned that it contains some pretty heavy topics, many many slurs and a plethora of gore.) Okay, maybe I don't recommend reading it. (Just read it with all of that in mind.)
Under that is a personal favorite joke of mine. It's supposed to be Spotify, with a playlist open that I created some time ago. I called it "Die Pizza Playlist" (Remember that die in German is just "the") which I always listen to when I'm baking my own pizza. Highlights include "Pizza" by Antilopen Gang, "Pizza Heroes" by Lemon Demon (You can actually see the album art for Spirit Phone on the left of the playlist.), "Pizza Pizza Pizza" from the Ratatouille musical and so on and so on. The first song in the playlist is obviously "We like pizza" by the Pizza kids, which is even playing in the image. On the side are two more music artists, at the bottom is the image for the Veggie Tales soundtrack, which also featured a song called "Pizza Angel". And over that is Mitski. I just feel like the Voice would listen to her music. Do not question me on this.
The audience laughs at the funny 7.
On the Voice's left shoulder sits a single green bean. It's flashing you a cheeky grin and a peace sign. While I didn't intend for this to happen, I accidentally referenced my own Woodman birthday gallery art from two years ago, where the bean also sits atop the Voice's shoulder. I know that next to "Yankin'", the bean is one of the most hated memes on SiIva, but I think he's just a silly little guy! :D
Let's head on over to the next column. Seems like the Voice has an incoming call from one of his guards, but he's ignoring it as he has more important things to do, like hovering intimidatingly over Santa Claus.
Next to that window on the right are the Voice's messages. I almost wrote "messanges". That would have been embarrassing, thank god I caught that in time. This is also (yet again) a little self indulgent, since the Voice apparently has the last message he sent Woodman pinned to the very top of his messenger app. His big triangular head is blocking most of it, but since I'm the artist, I can tell you exactly what it says: "Please call me back", which was sent on February 1st 2023, the day "The Disappearance of Woodman" was released. Yeah, I'm still very upset, how could you tell? :( Under that is a message to his trusty pizza guy asking for a pizza with extra cheese.
Next we have two of my favorite memes on the SiIvagunner channel (My absolute favorite being "Funny budots", since I never wrote that down anywhere.), one being Frisk Undertale becoming uncanny and the other one being the goat. I don't really know how to describe the goat, but apparently it was crafted by the same artist who made the stoned fox that's also very popular online?? I may just be stupid, but I didn't know about that until I looked up a reference for the goat. Since it often appears alongside Undertale and Deltarune, many have made the assumption that this is what Asriel would look like in real life. That's why Flowey is there next to it with an equal sign. Whoever drew up that calculation wasn't really sure of their work, which is why they drew a question mark right next to it. Between Frisk and the goat is a little Soul, also from Undertale/Deltarune.
Onto the next column, where I'm dropping very subtle hints that a specific character in this image might like pizza. Or might even be a little obsessed with it. On the left is a list with the contact details of three well known pizza chains, on the very top is Sonic the Hedgehog who just recently became a brand ambassador for Totino's and on the bottom right of this section is a flyer for some kind of pizza sale.
The next window contains my favorite joke of any rip on the entire SiIvaGunner Youtube Channel. "Peepoona 5. Let us shart the pants." Just typing this out is making me die of laughter yet again. (The rip in question is "Our Beginning - Persona 5".) But as you all know, I am very into toilet humor. That's why Aquaman is one of my favorite robot masters. And why I'm such a big fan of Youtube Poop. And why I watch Minion fart gun religiously. But enough of that, you get what I'm trying to say. I love funny poop jokes. That's why this is here.
Oh man. This next one is why I wanted to write this very detailed essay in the first place. A reference so obscure, even I can't find its origin anymore. And believe me, I tried. Thankfully, I took a screenshot of the original comment thread this was based on. A user called "The New Guy" commented on a SiIvaGunner rip, something along the lines about how much they enjoyed this specific rip. At the time, the comment had 920 likes, so I'm guessing it must have been a pretty popular video. (The comment should also be about 4 years old now?) Anyway, under that comment, someone asks them what their profile picture was from. They simply answered "wagon", since that was exactly what their profile picture showed. Someone on the SiIvaGunner team must have found this exchange so funny that they commented "wagon" as well. And that's the origin of this joke. If anyone knows which rip this is from pleeeeaaaase tell me. I need to know.
I don't think I need to explain who the next guy is. Just the love of my life. I specifically drew Woodman in his getup from the Nuclear Winter Festival, since that was the last time he appeared on the channel. He's looking kinda concerned in the general direction of the viewer, for obvious reasons. And right under him is his trademarked >:] emoji.
And last but certainly not least, the final column! Now I finally get to talk about this other scene from the Hobart Hootenanny. It shows Hobart and the Voice having a romantic stroll at a beautiful beach, while the sun is slowly setting in the background, making the water shimmer with its breathtaking colors. Okay, the last thing didn't really happen, since it's a shitty MS Paint drawing, but I like to imagine it did. Maybe I should draw a remake of this image one day. Now I'd like to quote the video in question: "A man and Hobart were walking together on the beach. He looked back and saw that in his times of sadness and need, there was only one set of footprints. He asked Hobart why he would leave him in his time of most need. Hobart simply turned to the man and said, VVVVVRRRRR SRRRRR RRRRGGGHHHH--" (Thank you SiIva Wiki for the transcription.) Now I don't think I need to explain why I drew Hobart in a bikini top and fishnets. The question answers itself.
The next image is actually quite easy to explain. It's mm5charge and smol Maki. In another universe, Chargeman and Maki might have been integral to the SiIvaGunner lore. This specific image is just stolen from my piece of fan art called "Megaman 5 Brainrot (featuring Acidman)", which I posted in 2022. I still head canon that Megaman and Love Live take place in the same universe. Just because I think it's funny. And because I want to see funny robot masters interact with the girlies from Love Live. How do I explain this? It's like…. balancing out the world? The robot masters are almost all male (with a few exceptions) and the characters shown in Love Live are all female. How would Thanos say? "Perfectly balanced, as all things should be." Don't question my cool head canons, okay?
After that we have a poster featuring the Jazz Cats! I really really love the little animations that showed their backstory when KfAD2 first came out. I don't know if it's okay for me to say this, but I also really really enjoy the song "But Not You" written (in universe) by Doge and Naxx. The text is veeeeeeery questionable, but man, does it sound good regardless… And shoutouts to wolfman1405 for the heavenly vocals.
On the right of that is a missing poster for Wade L.D.. Nothing much to explain here I guess.
Left of that is the Voices shopping list, which lists flour, oil, yeast… Wait a minute…. All of these are ingredients for pizza dough! Guys, I'm beginning to think that this guy might like pizza.
On the very bottom of this column is Mario 7 Grand Dad himself, who has his hostile gaze directed at the Voice. I would be pissed off too if someone kept me locked in a glass tube for 7 years.
The last little window just shows the Vineshroom with the words "fecal funny" written under it.
And with that, it is done. The entire background thoroughly explained. (I may have gone a little overboard this time.)
It's been a while since I posted new art, huh? In the meantime, a lot has happened. As I said before, I started a new job, got a tattoo of Woodman on my leg (best idea I've ever had btw) and I also started watching MLP, which explains the Love Live / Idolmaster ponysonas, lol.
And that's all I wanted to say. I hope that the next piece of art isn't that far off. Jenny out. (I think this might have been the longest essay I've ever written here. I'm so sorry. By which I mean, I'm not sorry at all. I'm not forcing anyone to read this.)
#welp im one month too late#but better late than never#i put my giant ass essay under the read more this time#open with caution its extremely fucking long because i got a little carried away#siivagunner#the voice inside your head#santa claus#nozomi tojo#smol nozomi#meta knight#president haltmann#susie haltmann#thats it im not tagging all of these guys#christmas comeback crisis#if you saw this posted to the wrong blog no you didnt#jumpscaring kirby fans with siivagunner art is my favorite hobby
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HERE WE GO. SOME PAINFULLY SELF INDULGENT WRITING IN EDEN'S BG3 AU. in which gale sees eden's chest and experiences palpitations.
cw: suggestive, referenced mature content but nothing explicit, also a pre-op trans guy's chest being described by someone who finds his breasts very attractive if that might make any transmascs out there dysphoric.
not tagging the taglist bc i'm Embarrassed 💖 will however tentatively tag @paradoxspir1t @void-botanist @skitzo-kero @anexor and @seventhgod with no pressure from any of y'all to engage, and if you'd like me not to tag you in stuff like this in the future just lmk!
"I- Eden, what in the *hells* is on your chest?" Astarion squawks nearby, startling Gale out of his musings. All of his earlier concerns about decency and modesty go out the window as a flash of panic flares in his mind. Is something wrong with Eden? Is he hurt?
He turns around, eyes wide, just as the rest of the party does the same. All at once, all eyes are on the half-naked tiefling, who seems uncharacteristically mortified to be receiving this much attention. Gale pays no mind to Eden's clear embarrassment, instead tracing his eyes over the purple-skinned man's body to make sure he wasn't injured, or sick, or dying, or-
Gale's racing thoughts come screeching to a halt as he realizes two things in quick succession. The first: Eden's torso is, mercifully, free of any fresh injuries or lingering, festering wounds. He has a curious mark on his side that Gale can't quite identify at a glance, but it doesn't seem to be actively killing him, so Gale leaves it be for now.
The second: Eden has breasts.
If Gale were thinking logically in this moment, he would scoff at his own surprise. Of course Eden has breasts. Most humanoids do, even though not all of them are obvious. Sure, until now, he'd known Eden to be relatively flat-chested, but that doesn't mean anything when he's only ever seen his new friend in full armor. It's ridiculous to have such a strong reaction to seeing one of his companions partially nude, and Gale internally chastises himself. He should be above this.
But, he finds that he can't quite help himself. His eyes are drawn to the supple swell of Eden's chest, each breast round and heavy, with dusky purple nipples hardened from the chill of the river water. They look terribly soft, and in that moment all Gale wants is to take them into his hands and hold them. They must be warm, he imagines. Warm and soft and overflowing in his hands, a pleasant weight. His mouth waters at the thought, and he swallows.
Eden moves his arms to cover his breasts, squishing them against his body in the way Gale wants to himself. It's then, of course, that Gale remembers Eden's clear humiliation, and whatever spell those tantalizing tits had placed upon him abruptly vanishes. What kind of friend is he, ogling Eden instead of helping to diffuse the situation? Gale bites back the wave of self loathing that threatens to crash over him, and instead he averts his gaze as he opens his mouth to speak.
Eden beats him to it, because of course that beautiful, witty, shockingly and infuriatingly busty tiefling does. It seems he's recovered from the shock.
"They're tits, Astarion," he says drily. "Breasts. Boobs. Whatever you wish to call them. I assume you must at least be familiar with the term, yes?"
All at once, the electric tension in the air dissipates as various members of the party crack up and Astarion sputters in embarrassment. Gale lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, doing his utmost best to put his sudden rush of desire out of his mind. It's for the best, he's sure--his heart is beating a war drum in his chest, and he doesn't want to imagine what havoc might be unleashed if the orb were to destabilize now.
Of all things to almost make Gale lose control, it's a single glimpse of his gorgeous new companion's nude torso. Ridiculous.
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thanks for the updates from Maddie and Twitter! I can’t believe whats going on. The relaunch of Magnus in combination with stopping so many cool ongoing shows is so weird
You are very welcome! I actually revived my Twitter account to be able to check regularly for new posts, either from Maddy or others. There doesn’t seem to have been anything new in a few hours now, even if I personally missed it, I’d have heard about it via one of the multiple discords I’m on.
Yes, RQ has made incredibly strange decisions this past year (or even beyond that) which leave me as a fan - and highest tier Noble - incredibly frustrated.
When they shut the discord down, they said they’d reevaluate six months later. RQO recently “celebrated” its first death day. Personally, I don’t want RQO back. But I would have liked to have that promised reevaluation.
The reason the discord had to be shut down can apparently also be traced back to shit communication between RQ and the team of volunteer and unpaid mods.
When Chapter&Multiverse, Trice Forgotten, and Cry Havoc (Ask Questions Later) were announced in late 2021, they were projected to air within the first half of 2022. Instead, only C&M aired “on time”, Trice has a change in director and was delayed until summer, and Cry Havoc has now been pushed back until 2023. It’s great that they don’t want to burn out their cast and crew, but they’ve also been releasing Enthusigasm episodes twice a week and C&M main campaign and specials in parallel earlier this year. Clearly, someone didn’t think their schedule through properly.
Instead of making sure their new shows are taking off, they instead drag TMA’s corpse out of its grave. I love Magnus as much as the next person, it was an incredible show. Writing, acting, soundscaping… but the way RQ keeps pushing it into the limelight and down our throats to the detriment of their other shows (formerly only RQG and STL, but now even more shockingly also new shows like C&M and Trice), has fostered a real resentment towards TMA in me and others.
When the transcripts were put out, after literal years of delay, they were - and still are - full of errors, inconsistent, or incomplete. There have been no responses to feedback given via the appropriate feedback form, there have been no responses to emails, and there have been little to no corrections made to the transcripts, whether for old shows or new ones. Transcripts are Accessibility tools and should fulfil certain standards. Apart from that, the quality of these transcripts offends me on a professional level. RQ has referred to an agency multiple times in their updates. That agency clearly didn’t work to professional standards and RQ didn’t have any quality assurance process internally either. What an utter waste of (my and other patreons’) money.
Some of the TMA transcripts were apparently taken down this week for maintenance, which was ridiculous timing that made people think it was related to the ARG. Again: shit communication.
They’ve lost so many great people in the last two years: Auto and all the mods, Bryn, Mike, now Maddy. I didn’t listen to RQ podcasts, because they were RQ podcasts. I listened to them, because I enjoyed the content and creators. If the creators leave RQ, I’ll follow them to their next endeavours. Go check out @re-dracula for Karim, Jonny, Beth, Alasdair, Sasha, and Ben; @thekilda for Alasdair, Ben and Sasha; @faustiannonsense for Alasdair, Ben, Tim, and Jonny. I hear Mike is in Tiny Terrors. Sasha and Jonny create TTRPGs. Jonny just published his second book. Also check out everyone’s streams (I particularly enjoy Bryn and Auto struggling to solve puzzles together) and individual patreons and kofis.
Sorry this reply turned into a rant. I’m just fed up at the moment. I’ll go to bed and probably feel better in the morning.
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I wrote you a Christmas card 15 years ago confessing my feelings. Now it’s time to send it. - for the prompts :)
Awwwww 🥺🥺 this one is adorable, thank you for sending it ;)
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She found the envelope in a dusty old box up on the top shelf of her closet when she was (finally) cleaning out the giant mess that closet had become. Sure, it had taken a neighboring box toppling off the shelf and nearly whacking her before she finally decided it was time to clean, but when Aelin Ashryver Galathynius decided it was time to complete a task, she completed that damn task.
Grunting with the effort of carrying that shockingly heavy box, Aelin dropped it to the floor and groaned, stretching out her very sore arms. She wasn't as young as she used to be, that was for certain. And just what was that box? It felt like a ton of bricks, it did.
HIGH SCHOOL CRAP was printed on top of the box in black Sharpie, her bold teenage handwriting identifying the contents.
Ah.
Garbage, probably.
Wishing she'd had the foresight to throw away a lot more stuff, Aelin settled down next to the box, opened it up, and began rooting through piles of paper, projects, and assorted memorabilia from her high school years, occasionally laughing when she located something that sparked a particular memory.
And then she found the bright, holiday-red envelope she'd thrown into that box fifteen years ago, and time seemed to stop.
The envelope was still sealed, though its edges were curling and its corners wearing thin. Aelin's teenage handwriting still graced the front, the five carefully scripted letters washing a wave of memory through her whole body.
Rowan
The envelope--the card within--was addressed to Rowan.
Aelin gently placed the envelope aside, keeping it apart from the recycle pile and the keep pile, and only returned her attention to its siren call when she was finished cleaning out the box. Only then did she pick up the card--gingerly, half afraid it would spontaneously combust in her hands--and close her eyes and bask in the memory of her youthful crush on Rowan Whitethorn.
And then she made a spur of the moment decision, grabbed a pen, wrote the rest of his address on the envelope, stamped it, walked down to the mail area, and dropped it in the outgoing bin before she could talk herself down.
Returning to her apartment, she felt the oddest mix of satisfaction, nerves, terror, and comfort, knowing that her best friend would finally be able to read the silly little Christmas card she'd written fifteen years ago.
Better late than never.
Or something.
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Hi Rowan,
If this seems creepy, please throw it away and never speak of it again, or I'll probably crawl into a hole and die. Okay? Awesome.
Anyway, since we'll never see each other face to face after I give you this, I just wanted to let you know that I have a hopelessly huge crush on you, Rowan Whitethorn. And we'll never see each other again because I'm going far far away to escape from the horror of writing out a love confession like some girl in a period romance.
Alright, I'm going to go hide now.
-Aelin Galathynius
Rowan read the card through.
Then he read it three more times, his jaw slacking even more each time, and eventually gave up and just flopped onto his couch, staring in shock at the Christmas card.
The Christmas card from fifteen years ago.
From Aelin.
For whom he still harbored the world's biggest crush.
Rowan Whitethorn had never considered himself a particularly religious man, but if there was ever a time to hear the voice of the divine whispering--or shouting--in his ear, that time was most definitely now. Now, with Aelin's card in his hands, his eyes tracing her loopy teenage handwriting with as much devotion as he'd traced her--well...gods, fine, he was only human. He could admit to having sex dreams every once in a while.
Or more frequently than that.
Before his rational mind could talk him down, Rowan abruptly stood up, stepped into the first pair of shoes he found, pulled on a jacket to ward off the December chill, went out to his car, and drove down the street. To see Aelin.
Even if her return address hadn't been on the envelope, Rowan still knew her address by heart. He'd certainly been to her place enough times--always as friends or coworkers, never how he dreamed--to know the way to her apartment building.
Adrenaline pounded in his ears as he parked, locked up his car, and walked into her building, hitting the elevator button for her floor on muscle memory alone and desperately trying to compose himself on the brief ride up. He had maybe three minutes, tops, before he stood at her door, and gods burn him, but he had no idea what to say.
How in all the hells did he tell the woman he'd been head over heels in love with for most of his godsdamn life, the woman who'd poured out her own feelings for him fifteen years ago in a Christmas card, that he loved her?
Standing in front of Aelin's apartment door, Rowan cleared his throat, suddenly so nervous that he seriously contemplated sprinting headlong out of the building.
And then the door opened, revealing Aelin, who leant against the door frame, her keen gaze trained on him. "Rowan?"
"I'm in love with you too," he blurted, the words pouring out in a half-jumbled rush. "Holy gods, Aelin, I love you too."
The grin that split her face could have powered the whole planet. "Then why aren't you kissing me, Rowan?"
It took him less than half a second to rectify the situation.
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Hi Maya! Congratulations for 2K, I'm very happy for you!! ❤️❤️❤️ let's aim for 3K, 4, and even more in the future ✨ for the event, may I ask for combination of 59+66 smut with Albert from Yuumori? feel free to skip this one if you feel uncomfortable to do so. And lastly, thank you! ❤️
SEDUCED - ALBERT MORIARTY X READER
Warnings : light NSFW but nothing too descriptive, makeout session, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : spicy ig?
Word count : 0.9K words
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“How about this?” they asked, spreading their arms out as they showed off their newest bespoke pants, paired with their favorite specially-tailored white shirt.
Albert’s emerald eyes almost burned a hole through the fabric, trained on their figure as they traced a track across their entire front. Wordlessly, he gestured for them with his index finger to give him a turn, and they obeyed—despite their slightly reddened ears, that is. His stare did things to them, as it often did, and still they felt it on their turned back… and on other places.
They began to speak freely, rambling a bit with the nerves that refused to leave them whenever they were in a room alone with Albert. “I had it done earlier this week, though I’m still not sure whether I’ll venture out with it, or keep it for more casual settings.” Flicking at an imaginary piece of lint, they went on. “It’s, uh, a little tighter ‘round the bottom than what you’re probably used to seeing, I’m sure.”
With that, they twirled one last time, enjoying the way the collar ruffles of their pristine white shirt danced with the movement. The airy fabric was something they were rather fond of. Looking up, they met Albert’s smoldering gaze, equal parts sensual and wicked. Something about his eyes made every look like an intimate caress, and this one was no different.
Swallowing thickly, they watched as he slowly approached them, the heels of his oxfords clicking against the floor of their room. It was sparsely furnished, compared to most of the mansion’s other rooms, and the sound echoed in a way that had them anticipating what he’d do the moment he’d—presumably—get his hands on them.
With only a few centimeters separating them, Albert was close enough to shake their nerves all over again. A tingle ran down their spine at the very thought of what his rosy lips might taste like if they dared take the half-step forward, or what his large hands might feel against the nape of their neck in a firm grip. Some peculiar ache grew deep in their belly at the shockingly vivid thoughts.
Before they could re-enact one of their daydreams, Albert’s hand had already reached out to stroke the side of their neck ever-so-gently. With each caress, they could feel their stiffness melt away, and a moan almost escaped their lips at the sensation. It felt good; better than good, even, paired with his devilish half-smirk and the unconcealed mirth dancing on his face.
He arched his brow at their reaction, probably seeing something in their own eyes that they couldn’t see but knew was there; they knew their eyes were probably unfocused and hazy with the undeniable lust that was slowly growing within them. One daring thumb gently brushed against their lower lip, prying their lips open. "Are you trying to seduce me?” he asked, before chuckling, “Because it's working.”
“Err.” They paused, unsure of what to say. What does one say, anyway, when faced with such a magnetic force of nature? Certainly nothing too intelligent, because their mind was currently void of all thoughts that weren’t scrambled by his very touch. “I mean, I really only wanted your thoughts on my new clothes. I rather liked them myself, and I do value your opinion, so I don’t think seduction was my intention.” Rushing to correct themself, they hoped he hadn’t gotten the wrong impression of a rejection from their words. “Although, don’t get me wrong, I honestly have no qualms against any… um, further developments…?”
Inwardly cringing at their phrasing, they watched as amusement flickered across Albert’s face. Really, they were only making a fool out of themself the longer they rambled on. “What I’m trying to say is, though I did want to initially show off the inverted seams on the shirt and the brilliant fit of the trousers, I’m all for a little, er, debauchery you could call it? Or if that isn’t—“
Albert shook his head in something that looked like exasperation, before taking the plunge and leaning in to absolutely blow their mind away with the sensuous kiss he bestowed upon them. A little rough as his teeth nipped at their lower lip, it served as the perfect distraction as one hand dug into their messy hair, while the other cheekily drifted down to rest on their bottom that they so boasted in this outfit.
Dazed by the overwhelming scent of him permeating their personal space and the sensation of his heavenly lips on theirs—and oh God, was that his warm tongue too?—they could feel themself begin to slip down, down, down, their knees weak and wobbly with the intensity of it all. Before they could probably pass out in his arms, he pulled away, with eyes that burned brighter than they’d ever seen. It wasn’t difficult to tell what sort of emotion drove him to look at them like that.
"Enough of that, let me fuck you. I’m certain there isn’t enough blood in my head right now to think of what a reversed seam might possibly be." With a jolt of surprise, the position they were in—with him so deliciously pressed up against them—meant that they could feel what he meant right against their belly. Their face warmed as their blush intensified at the realization.
“Inverted seam—“
Another devouring kiss stole their breath away, before he emerged victorious once more at having shut them up so skillfully that only a small, needy whimper could leave their mouth as he pulled back and let his hand caress them from behind. “Couldn’t care less right now, my dear. My mind’s busy conjuring up all sorts of images we could recreate on that bed behind you… if you’ll so please?”
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Have Her Cake and Eat It - Part 2
Though I won't be doing one big edit/revision on this fic until the whole of Book 1's scene are done, I am still combing through each part a few days before posting. This has had the unfortunate side effect of making it all look like mush to me after a while, so I have to thank @crownleys as ever for being the best beta reader EVER. Beta reader/sounding board/emotional support artist/etc etc etc
Summary: Barbie's misgivings about working with the Agency only increase when she meets two of Unit Bravo's four members.
Word Count: 3,445
Last Part | Next Part
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[Barbie POV, Janet Greenland’s apartment building, interviewing Trevor Cunningham]
The apartment building they pull up to is just a few blocks away from the town square. It’s a red brick building with a few bike racks in the front, and a gated parking lot in the back. Barbie parks on the street, hoping that any patrolling officers will know it’s her car and not ticket her. Kira cuts a look at her, but says nothing as they get out of the car and hurry into the building’s lobby. It’s small, but clean, and very nearly empty.
Waiting near the doors are two men, both looking straight to Kira with clear recognition. Both are tall, though one is extremely so, probably nearing six and a half feet tall. He wears a warm smile and fashionable, if casual, clothes. She recognizes the jeans as designer, and his button up shirt is tailored perfectly to his lean torso, noticeable despite the fine brown leather jacket he wears on top.
The other man is roughly Barbie’s height in heels, though he’s slouching against the wall. He has long, nearly black hair that frames his face in choppy, artful waves. Freckles spray out over his face and hands. He’s also wearing a leather jacket, but in black, and the rest of his clothes are relatively lowkey. Dark jeans, dark boots, and a dark t-shirt. He has a few leather cords around his neck that are tucked beneath the shirt. The clothes are fairly baggy, but it’s still clear he’s the broader of the two, built like an off-season linebacker.
If the other two agents on her team are of the same stature, poor Kira must feel positively miniature.
“Kira,” the taller one says brightly, approaching the women with an open expression. His smile could knock Barbie flat on her rear if it were aimed her way, but Kira stands strong against it. He has dark, wavy brown hair styled back with a meticulous carelessness from his warm, brown eyes. A faint trace of stubble accentuates the sharp shape of his jaw.
The other man approaches as well, though stays a few steps back. Despite his size, his boots make a shocking lack of noise against the tiles of the lobby. He looks to Kira first as well, but he notices Barbie. His shockingly grey eyes meet hers and she has to suck in a hard breath at the jolt of lightning it sends through her. It’s a relief when he looks away, uninterested.
“Nate, Mason,” Kira says, reaching back to usher Barbie closer. With barely a couple of feet between them now it makes how tall these two are all the more obvious. She has to look up while Kira is steadfastly refusing to crane her head back to do the same. Kira’s hand lands on Barbie’s arm in a friendly manner. “This is Detective Barbara Robertson. Barbie, this is Agent Nate Sewell,” Kira says, indicating the taller man.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Agent Sewell says, and yep, Barbie’s knees certainly go weak at the smile he gives her. She manages to keep her footing, if only barely. He offers a hand and for a thrilling moment as Barbie places her own in it, she wonders if he plans to kiss her knuckles. She has no such luck though, even if the slight pressure from his squeezing her is enough to make her pulse race.
The other man snorts and rolls his eyes, though for what reason, Barbie can’t be sure. Kira clears her throat at him and says, “And this is Specialist Agent Mason.”
The lack of a surname is interesting. Odd. She doesn’t know what to think of it, or of him. She wonders if she ought to refer to him as Specialist Agent Mason, Agent Mason, or just Mason.
“...Nice to meet you,” she says, hesitantly offering her hand to him. He just eyes it, like he’s never heard of a handshake before. Barbie curls her fingers back against her palm and lets her hand fall back to her side. His gaze drops down from her face, and she instinctively reaches up to touch the pink sapphire pendant necklace she always wears. It’s only as she does so that she also realizes the neckline on her blouse is rather low today.
“Mason,” Kira growls. The specialist agent growls back, though not before throwing a smirk at Barbie.
She has never been in a setting where coworkers growled at one another so much. She isn’t sure how she’s going to like this partnership.
Agent Sewell gives an awkward laugh and gestures for the elevator. “Shall we get to it? You mentioned wanting to interview someone close to the victim, didn’t you?”
“I did,” Barbie says, a sour twist to her mouth. Mason seems to have already forgotten she’s there. Fine, she can handle a poor attitude so long as it isn’t directed toward her. She tugs her blazer into place and tries to adjust her neckline a little higher before gesturing for the elevator. “Shall we?”
A million questions flitter through Barbie’s mind as the four of them squeeze into the elevator—Agent Sewell in particular actually needing to duck to enter—all regarding just what these agents are really here to do. They don’t look like her image of any sort of agent. Not just their outfits, but…well, she can’t help noticing they’re extremely attractive. She expected them to look plain. Older too. Barbie has to resist wetting her lips, lest she smudge her lipstick.
With some effort, she stops staring at them and gets her mind back on track.
“I’ve never heard much about what the Agency does,” Barbie says as the elevator doors slide shut. It’s an old elevator, still on a chain system rather than hydraulic, and it rattles to life in an alarming manner. She does her best to subtly shift toward the wall and grabs the hand rail.
Kira gives a short laugh. “Well, that’s by design. We can be a secretive bunch.”
“I can’t say I’ve ever heard of the Agency working with local law enforcement either,” Barbie says pointedly. Kira’s gaze drops to the badge on Barbie’s belt. Then she looks at her coworkers.
Seeming to pick up on Kira’s need, Agent Sewell says, “We don’t often find it necessary, but we are very much looking forward to working with you, Detective.”
“Oh,” Barbie says, stunned into a stupid sort of silence. She knows she’s being flattered. That doesn’t stop it from working, particularly coming from a handsome man with a voice as smooth as hot butter.
The elevator shutters to a stop and the doors slide open. Fifth floor. They proceed out, Barbie leading the way. Mason pauses at the one just before it, nostrils flaring.
“Isn’t this the woman’s place?” he asks. Barbie checks the number against what she remembers from Janet Greenland’s file.
“I believe so,” she says, even though she’s certain of it. “Did you read the file as well?”
“What? No.” Mason blinks, looks over Barbie’s shoulder, then grimaces. “I mean yes.”
“...Right.” Barbie scrutinizes him, then turns back to look at Kira and Agent Sewell. Both are wearing pleasantly neutral expressions. It definitely puts her back in the shoes of her highschool self, always made fun of by the other girls without exactly knowing how she was being made fun of. Dusting her sleeves off, she says, “Well, it is Janet Greenland’s apartment, but we’ve done a sweep of her apartment already. We’re here to talk to her neighbor.” She can’t help the edge to her voice at the fact that he apparently didn’t already know that. Again, she questions just what kind of organization this Agency really is with agents like this.
Mason nods, though he’s still looking at the apartment door. Agent Sewell puts a hand on his shoulder and says, “We haven’t had much of a chance to go over any physical evidence ourselves. It might be a good idea for our team to come by and do our own sweep?”
“Fine. It couldn’t hurt,” Barbie says, waving them off and continuing on until she reaches the correct door. Kira stands right at her side, back ramrod straight and determined like she’s about to step onto a balance beam. Barbie takes a deep breath, reminds herself she’s done this before, and raps her knuckles against the door three times.
Nothing happens. Barbie grimaces; Tina has always made comments on her weak knock. Kira glances up at her.
“Mind if I try?” she asks. Barbie gestures for her to go ahead, stepping back. Kira takes Barbie’s place and knocks on the door using the side of her fist, the sound loud enough that it rattles the door on its hinges.
“Think they heard?” Mason asks. Agent Sewell rolls his eyes, but presses his lips against a smile.
From inside, there’s a sudden clatter and a call of, “Just a moment officer!”
Barbie looks down, impressed. Kira shrugs self-consciously.
“Most people don’t take me too seriously on looks alone, so I have to make up for it in other ways,” she says, gesturing to her five foot flat self. Barbie shakes her head.
“Foolish of them, clearly.” Barbie moves back to Kira’s side, though she can’t help noticing that she’s now on the side and not front and center when the door swings open.
A young man stands in front of them, probably early 20s, with wavy blonde hair pulled into a tight puff of a ponytail. There’s a bandana around his forehead, his shirt is covered in wet spots, and he’s got a dirty rag tucked into the waistband of his ratty sweats. He looks mortified the moment he realizes he’s got an entourage at his door.
“Oh goodness,” he squeaks, eyes darting to Barbie. “Officer Poname mentioned you might come around Barbara, but I didn’t know you were bringing other people.”
Barbie blinks, raising a brow at his familiarity. “Have we met?”
His face goes from pink to red. “Er, not as such.”
“Trevor Cunningham?” Kira cuts in, pulling everyone back to the task at hand. The blond man nods, eyes wide. She adds a smile to soften her words. “I’m Agent Kingston, these are my colleagues Agent Sewell and Specialist Agent Mason. You already know Detective Robertson.” She puts a subtle emphasis on Barbie’s title, which she appreciates. “We’re here to talk about the recent murder of your neighbor, Janet Greenland. Is now a good time?”
“Is there really a good time for such things?” he asks.
Agent Sewell steps up then, a sympathetic frown on his face. “No, there isn’t. Still, we hope to resolve this problem as quickly as possible, so she might see some justice served. Would you be willing to assist us in that?”
The poor man looks ready to have a stroke. Clearly he’s of a weak constitution. She can only hope Agent Sewell doesn’t whip him into such a stupor that he can’t answer their questions. Luckily, he ends up nodding and holding the door further open.
“O-Of course! Please, come in,” he says.
They all proceed into a living room that is far too small for the number of people suddenly in it. The couch won’t hold them all, but Mason seems far more content to go skulk on the far side of the room, facing Trevor. Agent Sewell sits on one side of Trevor, angling towards him, while Barbie offers the last seat to Kira, far preferring to keep a little personal space for this.
Once everyone is settled, all eyes fall on Barbie. It’s a little surprising, considering how easily Kira had stepped up before, but she doesn’t hesitate for long. She pulls a fliptop notebook out of her belt, going through the pages until she gets to the questions she’s been jotting down for this case since it began. Trevor starts to fidget before she can start speaking.
“How long have you known Janet Greenland?” Barbie asks. Trevor shakes his head.
“Gosh, barely a few weeks. She only moved in at the beginning of the month, you know, on that day we had all that slush. It was just her and a big rented moving truck. She was trying to move all her stuff on her own, and I felt so bad for her.” Trevor shakes his head. “Poor thing, I didn’t ask, but it was pretty clear she didn’t have any friends to ask for help.”
“Funny, on her salary I’d have assumed she could hire movers,” Barbie says. Trevor curves an eyebrow.
“I don’t think funny is the word I’d use,” he says, tone considerably cooled. “And anyway, I never asked about her salary.”
Barbie blinks. She’s said something wrong. Damn. That didn’t take long.
“I don’t think the detective means any offense,” Agent Sewell says with a gentle smile. “In these kinds of cases, anything that seems strange is worth noting.”
“Generally not aloud though,” Barbie adds. She still isn’t sure what exactly she said to bother Trevor, but that doesn’t really matter, so she says, “I’m sorry. I’ll stick to just the questions.”
Trevor nods. “That’s alright. I think I’m just a bit testy. I’d really hoped to make friends with her.”
That tugs at Barbie’s heartstrings. She can only imagine how strange it must feel to be in his shoes, mourning someone he didn’t know but wanted to.
“Did you speak with her after she moved in?” Barbie asks. Trevor nods.
“Yes. I mean, I spent most of the afternoon helping her move in, to start,” Trevor says with a little laugh. “But then I made it a point to knock on her door and offer her whatever I had extra for dinner, or whatever sweets I’d baked lately.”
“Were the two of you ever involved physically?” Barbie asks. Everyone else chokes for a moment, except for Mason, who snorts and leans forward with his elbows on his knees.
“I don’t think that’s a problem here, sweetheart,” he says.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Trevor sputters. Mason just looks at him blankly.
Agent Sewell sighs. “Please ignore him.”
Notably, while Agent Sewell is placating Trevor, Kira is making pointed eye contact with Mason. They seem to be holding some sort of silent conversation that ends in Kira nodding briefly before settling back in her seat. It clicks then that Mason and Agent Sewell had held similar eye contact just a moment earlier. Barbie shifts her weight, wondering what it is the three of them are communicating to one another, and how well they must know one another to do so without words.
“I just don’t see the relevance in a question like that,” Trevor says. He glances at Mason. “And for the record, just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I couldn’t sleep with a woman if I wanted to.”
“That’s true. My brother never was picky about his partners,” Barbie says without thinking.
“Lucas?!” Kira and Trevor exclaim in unison. Kira recovers herself quickly, though her cheeks are undeniably pink.
“You know my brother?” Barbie asks Trevor. Trevor waves her off, clearly embarrassed.
“That’s not—Not recently.” Trevor puts his face in his hands and groans. “Next question?”
“But you didn’t say—” Barbie stops herself when Agent Sewell gives her a look. He smiles, sweet at honey, and makes a small hand turning gesture; let’s move on.
It’s irritating, because she wants to know more. Every little clue could lead to a connection later down the line. But he’s right. She’s probably pushed her luck far enough for one day. With that in mind, she throws a whole page of questions out, doubting Trevor will have much patience left for them at this point.
“When was the last time you saw Janet?” Barbie asks. Trevor frowns, his expression as low down as a bloodhound.
“The morning she disappeared,” he says. With a shake of his head, he adds, “I was getting in as she was heading out. We said good morning to one another and that was it.”
“Had Janet mentioned, um…” Barbie trails off, distracted by how Kira and Agent Sewell are both intensely looking at Mason, while he has his silvery gaze locked onto Trevor. His gives a stiff nod after a moment, and the other two visibly relax. Poor Trevor seems off put by this treatment as well. He glances at Barbie, but she has no answer to offer him, only a questioning look of her own.
Agent Sewell looks up at her, so suddenly that it startles her. He smiles, but there’s something about it that sends a shiver up her spine.
“You were saying something, Detective?” he prods. Barbie nods and re-finds her question on the lined paper of her notebook.
“Had Janet mentioned she was afraid for any reason?” Barbie asks. Trevor rubs his chin.
“Not afraid,” he says haltingly, then gives a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know if this is really relevant.”
Kira leans forward. “Mr. Cunningham, any detail could be key.”
“Right,” Trevor says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, she mentioned hearing some strange voices when she was out and about at night. She said she swore she heard her own name, but never could find a source. She wasn’t scared though, just bemused.”
At this, Mason stands up. To Kira, he says, “We don’t need more.”
“Right,” Agent Sewell says, also getting to his feet.
“Wh—” Barbie furrows her brow, tempted to pinch herself to see if she might be dreaming up the audacious manners with which these men conduct themselves. “We are in the middle of an interview.”
They don’t seem to hear her. Agent Sewell holds a hand out as Trevor hurries to his feet, looking like he’s also feeling a step behind everything.
“Thank you for your time,” Agent Sewell says, and that’s all it takes for Trevor to forgive the bad manners. He smiles, and shakes Agent Sewell’s hand delicately.
“Oh, you can have it whenever,” Trevor laughs.
Desperate, Barbie looks to Kira, who winces apologetically before standing up and brushing down her suit.
This is so unexpected that Barbie doesn’t know how to stop what’s happening from continuing. She has more questions! Trevor surely would have allowed one or two more. Why would weird voices be the line these agents decided to draw?
“We…We’ll call if we have further questions,” Barbie says, feeling a touch numb as she rises to her feet. Trevor remembers she’s there as well and nods.
“Of course, Detective. Thanks for stopping by,” he says, the dismissal clear by his tone.
Barbie leaves on stiff legs, following the others out of the small apartment. Barely a few seconds after the door shuts behind them, music starts up along with the cry of a vacuum cleaner.
“Are you three out of your minds?” Barbie snaps, unable to hold back. Mason doesn’t so much as look at her, but Kira and Agent Sewell both flinch.
“I’m sorry,” Kira says. She cuts a sharp look at the men. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
“It will not happen again. Not on my case,” Barbie says, trying to maintain her dignity even when all she really wants is to stomp her heel against the carpeted hallway and scream her head off at them.
“Of course not,” Agent Sewell pipes in. Even his handsome looks won’t soothe the frustration he’s causing her right now, so she just glares at him until he retreats a step behind Kira.
“I promise,” Kira says. Her big green eyes widen at Barbie. She can’t really resist letting her frustration go when she can see the mortification in Kira’s expression. It helps, knowing she had no part in that display.
Taking a breath, Barbie flips her notebook closed and slips it into her belt. “Alright. I’m going to go write this up. Will the rest of the team be joining us?”
“We have other things to debrief on,” Kira says. “Can we meet with you tomorrow?”
“Fine. Be early.” Barbie can’t deny she’ll be glad to get some distance for now.
“It was a pleasure meeting you,” Agent Sewell says. Barbie looks him over, frowns, and nods only because not doing it would seem too rude. He seems to deflate anyway.
That’s not really her problem though. For all that the Kingston women assured her this team wouldn’t be a nuisance, if this is how they approach all cases, she is not looking forward to what kinds of nonsense they decide to get up to tomorrow.
Barbie walks away without another word and tries to forget all about Unit Bravo. There are a million better things for her to put her mind to.
#darling writing#the wayhaven chronicles#twc#twc mason#twc nate#nate sewell#specialist agent mason#Kira Kingston#Barbara Robertson#have her cake and eat it#Mason/Nate/Barbie#eventually
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Less a magic system, more a magic society.
The more magical an elf is, the slower they age. Humans can never be magical. These are the foundational laws of The Gap Years.
The image below is a chart of how magical strength is categorized. Do not ask what the units are because I do not know. It is standardized in universe though. There are six legal categories that all people in the twin worlds fit into at birth.
Humans are human. You are one. They are legal adults at 21, live for less than a century, and have no magic or resistance to radiation. They can, however, sense when magic is used around them. In the Elf world, humans do the labor that no elf wants to do. Some can trace their ancestry back to wild humans within a few generations. (The number of these has increased drastically in the past 500 years). Others are truly domesticated and have pedigrees tracing back tens of thousands of years. Most are in the middle. Thanks to Lazarus Sondaica, domestic humans need to be wild-passing, which means that there isn’t any bulldog-esque body horror! Yippee! 40% of the Elf World is human.
Half-Elves are an oversimplified category that refers to anyone with no magic that isn’t fully human. They are are legal adults at 30 and live for around 120 years. Elf magic usually prevents human-elf reproduction, but elves with only a little magic can have healthy children with humans. These hybrids can never cast magic, but they are resistant to it. This resistance means that half-elves can have children with any elf or human, but also that they lack the dangersense of humans. If a half-elf has a child with an elf, the child will probably be a normal elf. If they have a child with a human, then the resistance will fade and the result will be a normal human with like, pointy ears. Because of this, half-elves are very rare. Unrelatedly, a full-blooded elf can sometimes be born without magic due to a mutation. These elves are sometimes also called half-elves, and have similar lifespans.
Sparks are elves with an exceptionally low aptitude for magic. These are the elves that can have healthy children with humans. The term began as derogatory, but it isn’t anymore. Sparks are legal adults at 81 years old and die at around 450. They are stereotyped as skilled, salt of the earth types with human endurance but elven wisdom. Ryn is the first spark councillor ever. They are 5% of the modern population.
Commoners are any elves without any tie to the nobility. Common folk have a wide range magical aptitudes and age rates, but are legal adults at 90 no matter what. They do just about everything, and make up nearly all of the population. This sounds like it should lead to some terrible revolution, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t, because the nobility keep their problems, and their rulings, to themselves. The elf world is shockingly decentralized, and common folk mostly govern themselves. However, some exceptional commoners do enroll in the Conservatories and try to become nobles by merit. Commoners are just under 60% of the modern population if you include sparks.
Elves can be born commoners, but move upwards socially and become nobles through merit. They do not gain magical strength when they become nobles. Noble meaning “from a powerful magical bloodline” and Noble meaning “graduated from the Conservatory” make a Venn diagram that is NOT A CIRCLE.
Nobility make up the genera. They are a mostly hereditary elite with more magic than the rest of the population. They are legal adults at 99 and live into their late 500s. Less than 1% of the population are nobility, so there are about 6 million of them. Above average nobility are expected to attend a Conservatory and prove themselves as worthy of their birth.
High Nobility are the very top of the social pyramid. They are legal adults at 108 and die at over 600. They are gens Sondaica, gens Mercuralis, and maybe ten other bloodlines. Only one or two are born every year. Once every few generations, an elf will be born with an outlandishly high magical aptitude. This is instantly recognizable because that child will age extremely slowly! Imagine a child that looks ten, acts fifteen, and has been alive for close to a hundred years. They’re usually somewhere between a little weird and completely insane. Most are lost to the void before the end of their natural lifespans.
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The pilot is finally here
I finally finished my pilot. Constructive criticism only. You may give me asks about it or specifically give my characters asks.
Please do not try to claim this thing for your own, I put I lot of work into this. I do trust my followers however so I think it will be fine.
Patchwork Heart Pilot - Ouija
Monsters have existed for a long time. Not as long as humans of course, but they came into being very suddenly during the ice age. Towering beasts capable of levelling cities with primal instincts and a thirst for blood.
They continued to be part of human lives for all the years that were to come, although they got quite a bit smaller than their ancestors, and quite a bit less fearsome.
Humans and monsters never quite got along, and so, around the mediaeval ages, monster hunting arose. The monsters may have been strong but the humans were stronger, and their numbers began to dwindle.
And then it happened, they simply vanished without a trace into the night, undergoing rapid evolution into new forms in which they could hide from humanity. It was like they had never existed at all, and for many years, we assumed they did not.
Until about 25 years before this story takes place, in the year 2026 when just as suddenly as they had vanished, the monsters appeared once more. The monsters themselves had no ill intent, humanity had simply invaded their habitats and they were forced into new ones, the smarter monsters knew they’d lose more of their homes if they didn’t spread out and would be discovered at some point regardless, the dumber ones just wanted more to eat.
At first humanity reacted with fear. So many of these monsters were shockingly humanlike, but all boasted thousands of ways to kill. Soon though, they just became a part of life, and then humanity lost all fear of them.
Monsters started to be captured and sold off as a new form of exotic pet, or hunted down by a new wave of monster hunters, proving once and for all humanity was incapable of understanding the creatures.
This would be the beginning of the end, although few knew it.
In this time of chaos and destruction, unlikely heroes would arise. These heroes, both humans and monsters, would be the world’s last hope.
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Sapphire awoke with a shock as her body was slammed into the wall, her eyes shot open and she scanned her surroundings, it was far too dark to see anything. She brought her fist up to the side of her head and whacked it, a light shone out of her visible eye like a flashlight, illuminating her surroundings.
Sapphire was most definitely not what anyone pictured when they heard the word monster. Most would first think of a towering clawed beast with a killer instinct, able to kill any man with a single blow. Sapphire on the other hand was rather small, completely albino, standing at 4’11”, she had no claws nor fangs, and in terms of instincts hers were all rather useless, she could understand most languages, had a slightly faster reaction time than most, could tell the exact measurements of objects on sight with an 84% accuracy, and thought herself to be rather good at forming plans. She was weaker than most young children despite being a grown adult, her body was almost weightless, she could not run very well, and in terms of menace she was as or more threatening than a kitten.
She appeared to be inside a 5’6” - 5’6” - 5’6” wooden crate, most definitely not where she went to sleep. Wonderful.
On top of all of this Sapphire was an amnesiac, she knew nothing about where she came from, nor what she was, and while she had a pretty large well of information about human history as well as half a million other subjects useless at the time, she knew nothing about monsters aside from the fact she was one. Truly all Sapphire had to her name was her mind, and an overwhelming desire not to die.
Sapphire didn’t know how she got here, where here was, or why she hadn’t woken up until now, but she did know that wherever she was she didn’t want to be there. Sapphire knocked on one of the walls, the west one, from the sound it appeared to be two inches thick, and to have another thicker box of 5 inches thick beside it, she definitely wasn't going out this way. Knocking on the south and east walls she noticed that they were the same width for sure, but had metal plating behind them. She knocked on the north wall of her box, and was pleasantly surprised by water damage, and only another two inch water damaged box beside it, still she doesn't want to risk ending up in another box. Sapphire tries the floor, it appears that wherever she is she’s on the bottom layer, and there's cement beneath. Finally, she knocks on the ceiling, there's another crate above and it feels full, going up is simply not an option. North it is.
Sapphire slams her body against the North wall, even with the water damage it takes quite a few attempts as her body strangely only weighs 50 lbs. However on the 12th hit the walls splinter and she lands in the next box.
Looking around this crate is much bigger, around 4 ft by 7 ft by 8 ft, on the east wall there is a metal chute for an unknown purpose and on the ceiling a 2ft by 2ft hatch, great, if only she can get up there she can get out.
Sapphire’s body chills when she hears the sound of something stirring within the crate, looking to the corner by the wall she smashed there's something quite large curled up into a ball. She can't identify what it is due to how it is curled but it doesn’t stay that way for long.
Sapphire finds herself staring directly into a pair of bright green eyes with slitted pupils, from the little of the face they belong to that is illuminated, she can see an elongated dog-esque muzzle that appears to be covered in thick human skin, a few caracal like facial patterns, and a rather nasty sharp toothed grin that had started to form on the creature’s face.
From the looks of its head size it could easily fit her head in its mouth, and from the look in its eyes, it wants to.
“Shit.” Sapphire mutters to herself, diving back into her crate, and turning off her flashlight, she can't see the creature now, although from the sounds of things it has stood up. Seconds later a terrible sound is heard, it's one of the loudest and most horrific things Sapphire has ever heard, an awful combination of a roar and a human scream, and its way louder than she could have ever imagined any creature could be capable of.
Suddenly the ceiling hatch swings open and Sapphire can see. The creature is humanoid in shape with long animal-like legs, a thick tail, a thin and gangly body, long arms, and a hunched posture, standing at about 6’4”. It has a catlike appearance with a long mane of matted hair, large sharp looking ears pointing directly up giving the creature an almost demonic appearance in a low enough light. Her monster is decidedly female looking although at first she couldn't quite tell, it also appears to be wearing clothing.
‘Large creature, catlike appearance, deadly looking features, presumably the ability to see very well in the dark, wearing clothing which gives the implication of sentience, appears to be female.’ Sapphire notes.
A dog catching tool descends from the hatch and wraps around the monster’s neck, pulling tightly around it, as a taser rod is also lowered and shocks the creature.
“See now this thing is loud as fuck. Her screams scare the other monsters but we can’t get a muzzle on her so this is the next best thing.” a voice says from outside as a dead rabbit is shoved through the chute from earlier.
“What the shit is it?” another asks.
“We don’t fucking know, all we know is we picked it up off the coast of Norway from the litter of a Huldra, but that thing is so clearly not one so we have no clue what it is. Whatever it is, it takes hits like it's no one's business and is just as good at dishing them out, so it's worth a lot.”
“The creature in the next crate is-”
“Who cares that thing is just some shit we found in an old condemned hotel resort, it's basically worthless. It’ll just be extra training for our cat.”
The dog catching tool and the taser retract and the hatch slams shut.
‘Apparently from Scandinavia, takes hits really well so killing it is probably even less of an option than I initially suspected, apparently hits hard too which is just unfair. My survival chances are around 14.5723%.’ Sapphire notes.
The creature drops down on four legs, and starts tucking into the rabbit, eating the whole thing in under a minute before turning its attention back to her. ‘Well I’m fucked.’
“Oh I’m going to enjoy ripping you apart.” The creature snarls in a raspy voice, with a slight but hardly noticeable Norwegian accent. ‘Make that an 18.692% chance, this thing can understand speech.’
“Where am I?” Sapphire asks, she thinks she can likely bode with a 18.692% survival chance.
“The SS go fuck yourself, on a one way trip to the mainland. Not that you’ll live long enough to see it.”
“Ah yes, about the whole killing me thing, why do you want to?” Sapphire questions, as casually as she can manage staring down her possible death.
“You got me tased you bitch.”
“No, you got yourself tased with that scream, not to mention you seemed to intend to kill me before, did I read that right?”
The creature narrows its eyes “Why the fuck are you being so calm I’m going to kill you. Wait… are you… into this? Like… INTO this? Gotta say toots, thats fucked up. I mean I've heard of masochism but getting off to being offed… wow.”
Sapphire blushes at this.
“Holy shit fuck you are into this. Look man, I’m going to kill you anyway, I guess you being into it is just a plus for you.”
“IT'S NOT LIKE THAT!!! I DON’T WANT YOU TO KILL ME!!!!!” The albino yells, losing her cool for a moment, face entirely red. “I’m simply trying to let us settle this like adults, not murder-happy toddlers.” Sapphire says through gritted teeth.
“Mmmmmmm… not so sure I believe you but I’ll give you a pass for now. Alrighty, lets talk about this ‘like adults’” the cat creature says mockingly. “Riddle me this, Batman, why should I NOT kill you.”
Sapphire goes silent for a moment going through what has happened in the past few minutes. “Earlier those people who tased you, they mentioned me having a low value as if the both of us have a price tag to our names. Am I to presume I - and by extension you - am being trafficked?”
“Finally caught up, eh?”
“So we are both being sold as if we are objects? I presume once we get to the mainland you’re being handed off to whoever bought you, or at least being auctioned off.”
“What are you getting at, I don't have all day, got a lot of killing you to do today.”
“Look, you probably don't wanna be sold, I don't wanna be sold, and I also don’t wanna die. I believe we can find a way where none of those things happen.”
“Ah but see, I want you to die.”
“Killing me would be a quick thing I’m sure you would barely even remember a couple days from now, I get the impression that you do a lot of killing, we’re talking about the rest of your life here. Will you or won't you be some asshole’s pet?”
“Actually I’d be more like an attack dog.”
“Still a pet.”
“Ok the real question is, how can you help me? If there was an easy way off this ship I would have found it. I cant even get out of this fucking box.”
“It's simple, I can create a plan to get us out of here, well out of this box at least, however once we are out I work very well under pressure… I think.”
There's a moment of silence, and Sapphire is pretty sure she’s about to die now. Negotiation had never been her strong suit given that she hated almost any form of interaction with anyone.
“...Alright…” The monster sits down. “Under a few conditions, that is.”
“Oh… and what… what might those conditions be.” Sapphire really did not expect to get this far.
“First of all, if you turn out to be shit at this, I will tear apart your pathetic little body and consume the… delicious… delicious… blood inside.”
“Fair, I would have it no other way, I assure you that I am not bad at this.”
“Also we gotta make a pitstop. See I got a brother and a sister, and they’re on an island all locked up and miserable, and I’m not leaving them there if I’m free.”
“WHAT!? You want us to go to wherever the FUCK these ASSHOLES are keeping monsters locked up?! How the HELL are you this dim!? A plan won’t get us through a rain of bullets!!!”
“Breaking into a heavily guarded base or me eating you right now, make your choice.”
“Fine fuck you.”
“Final thing, I… I’ll figure it out later but there is a final thing.”
“WHAT?! BUT YOU- you can't just do that!!! You can't just ‘figure it out la-’ mmmph!?” Sapphire is cut off from her rant by the cat slamming her massive hand over Sapphire’s mouth.
“Shhh! We don’t want anyone hearing we’re working together, do you? Good now stop yelling you bitch.” the cat removes her hand from Sapphire’s face.
“Call me that again and-” She snarls.
“Ok so we should probably know each other's names before we continue! I don’t tend to ask my dinner’s name so I don’t know who you are.” The cat says simply, cutting the albino off.
“Sapphire Valiant.” Sapphire hisses in annoyance.
“Faria Nightingale! Sexiest piece of ass either north or south of the equator because I don’t know where we- you know what I’m the sexiest of both. Sapphire’s a lil long, how about Saffie.”
“My name is Sapphire and you will refer to me by no other name, least of all an immature nickname.”
“Ok then Saffie, it's settled!” Faria violently shakes the albino’s hand.
Sapphire sighs in defeat, her complaints fall on not deaf ears, but the ears of someone who finds it amusing to spite her, which is worse. “Very well, I do hope this arrangement is fruitful.”
“WHOA! Thats a lil forward Saff dontcha think?”
“WHAT?!” The stitched up monster shouts in indignation.
“Fruitful, that means gay, right? You want our arrangement to be gay as shit?”
“NO!!! FruitFUL not fruitY you blasted DONKEY!!!!!! Fruitful means mutually beneficial.”
“Same dif. Also I'm a CAT not a DONKEY.”
“W-whatever I’m done arguing with you. J-just let me start working on my plan, ok?”
“Sure. But just so you know… I hope our relationship is very fruity too.” the cat says teasingly. Sapphire is not so sure she can survive working with Faria, she just might jump into the sea before getting back home.
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“That's not fair! I don't want anyone to get hurt!” a young Kim-Ly said, stamping her foot.
“Well too bad because the news man says that the monsters are super dangerous.” Sabrina responds.
“But I don't want them to be dangerous!”
“They are though! We’re all going to die!” Sabrina says, her voice a little shaky from the implications, although she’s far more focused on winning the argument.
“BUT I DON’T WANNA!” Kim-Ly says in tears.
The argument continues like that for a while, until Sierra gets there, Sabrina’s 15 year old sister, and in a way, Kim-Ly’s as well. “Hey uhhh… what's going on?”
“Sabby says we’re all gonna die but I don’t wanna!”
“But it's true! The monsters wanna kill us all!”
“Hmph well… we don’t need to die because they want us to, do we? No one always gets what they want. Someone will stop them.”
“Who?” Sabrina says, confused.
Sierra thinks to herself for a moment. “I will, and you two can help me.” Sierra picks a stick off the ground and holds it up like a sword. “I vow to forever protect all those in need from anyone who would wish to harm them.”
Kim-Ly picks up another stick doing the same thing as Sierra “Me too! I’m not gonna let anyone get killed! Not even the bad guys!”
“Loser! I’m going to shoot all the bad guys until they stop being bad!” Sabrina says, holding up her own stick.
“So it's settled, the three of us are the first, and last line of defence for anyone who needs it. We are the Anti-Evil Defence Squad! And our first order of business, getting icecream!”
Both the children cheer and follow after Sierra.
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Kim-Ly woke up, she had been dreaming about Sierra again, she’s really got to talk to someone about that, it's been years, Kim-Ly and Sabrina were 16 when she died, she sighs and gets out of bed. Today is her day off, which of course means its not her day off its time to see what Sabrina needs help with.
Sabrina had not been seen in 2 weeks, as per usual. Kim-Ly had been appointed as an unofficial caretaker (and coworker) for her eccentric best friend, despite not wanting to do so in the slightest. Unfortunately, Sabrina had long since proven she couldn't be trusted on her own, she had gone an entire month without leaving her apartment even once, surviving off of seemingly spite and dirty napkins, needing to be hospitalised for a badly infected leg from a wound she had never patched up.
See Kim-Ly and Sabrina were monster hunters, Sabrina being much more… passionate… about the career path, although obsessive was a better word for it. Kim-Ly was interested in monsters of course, but not so much killing them as she was interested in studying them.
Kim-Ly got dressed in her regular clothes, knowing quite well that Sabrina would make her change as soon as she got there anyway, she was into the ‘pageantry’ of monster hunting.
Kim-Ly got in her car after a quick, and rather sad breakfast of leftover pizza she found in her apartment, she made her way down to the apartment building’s parking lot.
Just as she got to her car, Kim-Ly was jumped, her attacker wrapping their hands around her throat. She tried to buck them off but could not.
After a minute of this, the attacker let go. “Really, Kim, what are you gonna do if a vampire jumps out at you, those things only need a second and access to your neck and you’re either a drained husk or one of them.” Sabrina… of course it is.
Kim-Ly got up, she had always been taller than the brunette, not that she was tall at all, no just 5’7”, however Sabrina was a little on the short side, at about 5’1”. “Sabby, what are you doing out of your-”
“-base of operations, yes I know I tend not to leave unless I need to, however I was worried about you. It seems I was right to because you don’t watch your surroundings, AT ALL.”
“-apartment. I don’t tend to need to, given that monsters aren't actually all that common.”
“Neither is getting cancer when you are 6, but that still happens all the time, and we need to watch out for it. It's also my BASE OF OPERATIONS, not my APARTMENT. Although I do live there, I sold my apartment to buy my base of operations.” Sabrina says, shockingly defensive over this. “Now come along, I’m driving.”
“No you can't drive.”
“And why not.”
“No I don't mean I won't let you, you just actually can't drive.”
“Horseshit, I drive great.” Sabrina says, opening the car door. “I already hotwired your car anyway.” She slides into the driver's seat.
“I- ok. I’m going to have you arrested one of these times.”
“HAH THERE'S NO PRISON I CAN'T CHEW MY WAY OUT OF!!!”
“I wish there was sometimes.”
“Why, I’m humanity's first and last line of defence against the supernatural. We almost got murdered last month by a talking pile of flesh.”
“He didn’t attack us, he only cried and begged for mercy and then you shot him.”
“HE WOULD HAVE IF I HADN'T GOT HIM FIRST. Remember Sierra, Kim, those fuckers cant be trusted.”
“Right…”
The rest of the car ride was spent screaming as Sabrina disobeyed every speed limit imaginable. They arrived in Sabrina’s shitty neighbourhood and got out.
Kim-Ly always felt uncomfortable spending time in this neighbourhood. She knew why Sabrina lived this way, unlike herself Sabrina didn’t have a job besides being a monster hunter, not only that but she was rarely hired, it wasn’t that she was bad at it, on the contrary she was too good. Kim-Ly had lost most of her fear of monsters years ago, she had realised they were not trying to kill everyone, rather they were simply animals that humanity had gotten too close to and were fighting back. Sabrina didn't see it that way, she wanted to kill them all. This clashed a lot with what her clients wanted, as many had been keeping the monsters as pets, and those who did want a removal were often surprised to find that the land they had been trying to protect had been damaged more by Sabrina herself. Rather than being rich like some monster hunters, able to be simply well off, or surviving on the job because she had another one, Sabrina’s monster hunting had landed her in deep debt. She had demanded for Kim-Ly not to help her, and while she tried at first to convince Sabrina she needed it, she had failed and since given up.
They reached Sabrina’s apartment building, and didn’t need to go far to find her apartment, as she lived on the ground floor.
Kim-Ly was shocked to find papers pinned to Sabrina’s door, arguably more shocked than she should have been. “What are-”
“Eviction notices. It's fine, I have guns.”
“Sabrina…” Kim-Ly sighs, as Sabrina opens the door.
Kim-Ly knew her own apartment was a mess, she was 24, just out of college, and still figuring out how to take care of herself while trying to also care for her best friend. It was nothing compared to Sabrina’s.
The apartment was small, 2 rooms, a shitty kitchen, and a bathroom, the first room supposedly a living room, that Sabrina had made her bedroom so she could hide her… projects. The floor was covered in remnants of takeout, dirty clothes, the occasional bullet, and mouldy food, all topped off by a sprinkling of rats and cockroaches.
The two women travelled towards the second room, which should have been a bedroom, and this is where the mess changed from concerning sad first apartment (especially concerning because it wasn't her first), to homicidal. The walls were lined with newspaper clippings, photos, logos, and thread, Sabrina tended to spend the time between hunts looking for more hunts, ones she wouldn't even get paid for. Interrupting the papers and threads was the occasional trophy from the hunts. Skin, heads, bones, teeth, eyes… It was horrific. The floors were covered in weapons. How Sabrina managed to get them all, she had no idea. Most of the guns had been outlawed all the way back in 2034, and there were never bombs like this for sale in the first place.
In the centre of it all was Sabrina’s desk, where she built her traps. She had been scattering them all through the city, yet another thing she was being sued for. God damn did Sabrina feel blessed that she hadn’t put her name on the company.
Sabrina handed her the classic outfit that she had long since accepted that the woman wouldn't let her not wear, a pair of leather pants and jacket with a shirt promoting a band she had never heard of.
She went to the bathroom to change and then returned to the “planning room”.
“So what is it this time?”
“A client hired us to get an abyss screamer off his land.” Ah, the one upside of the job. Kim-Ly loved monsterology, and it gave her first hand experience interacting with ones she had never seen, and sometimes never even heard of before. Abyss screamers were new to her.
“What’s an abyss screamer.”
“Don’t know much about them actually, just basically that they’re feral monsters that spew this gross black sludge everywhere that smells like rotten flesh and ruin anything they touch. Oh and that they’re humans with a parasite.”
“So are they really even monsters?”
“Of course they fucking are I don’t give a shit who they were before, they let themselves get infected and now we have to blast them sky high. Take this, we’re going to obliterate this thing.” Sabrina says, handing Kim-Ly an ak-47 she had somehow gotten.
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“So for the last time, you are clear on the plan. You aren't going to throw me at the ceiling again?”
“Hey, the second time was a joke.”
“It wasn't funny.”
“For you maybe. I found it hilarious. But yeah, I’m clear on the plan. Are you going to be able to actually do it?”
“Look, Nightingale, I may be weak physically but I can hold my own in a fight I’m sure.”
“If you die, can I eat you?”
Faria nods, and screams, even louder than before. Sapphire felt like her ears would be bleeding if she had blood, I guess that answers her question about if she did or not.
She went to hide in the corner, and a few seconds later the hatch swung open. Faria had the dog catching tool locked on her neck again, but this time, Sapphire used the taller woman to get herself out of the hatch.
“SHIT! THAT THING SHOULD BE DEAD!”
“I FUCKING KNOW THAT BRIAN!”
Sapphire threw herself at the first of the two men, a rather undignified method of attack, but she could not do much better.
Weak and small as she was, Sapphire was easily thrown off, and over the side of the crate, to the cement floor outside.
The men dropped down, preparing to finish the job, and neglecting that Faria was now left unmonitored with the hatch open.
Faria leapt up to the opening and pulled herself out as if it was nothing, standing on top of the crate and screaming, turning the men’s attention away from Sapphire.
What was to follow couldn't even be classified as a fight, as Faria jumped down from her box, landing on top of one of the men and knocking him to the ground, his head now bleeding. She turned to the next and unsheathed her claws, clawing the man in the face deeply, before shoving her hand through his chest completely, he fell to the ground dead after she removed it.
A bullet pierced Faria’s shoulder, as the cat proceeded to seemingly not care in the slightest, turning and screaming again, before grabbing the man, and crushing his skull in her jaws, spitting the rest out.
The events that had taken place were most definitely not a fight. No they were a slaughter, the two men who thought they could control the monsters aboard the ship were brutally shown just how wrong they were.
Sapphire found it strangely beautiful.
She knew Faria was dangerous, of course she did. Anyone who looked at the 6’4” snowcat knew she was dangerous. But seeing such a dangerous monster in action… Sapphire would never forget that.
“Shit sorry, did you wanna kill those?” Faria asks.
“N-no I’m glad you jumped in.” Sapphire says.
“You look a lil’ uhhh… well your face is a colour, kinda bluish, and I don’t think thats normal. Saffie, you sure you’re ok?”
Sapphire out of curiosity touches her face, unusually warm. Is she… blushing?! WHY!? HOW?! WHY IS IT BLUE!?! God she hopes whatever the fuck is going on right now didn’t awaken something in her.
“Heh, thanks Saffie, I was stuck in that crate for a week, it feels good to stretch my legs.” The cat reaches out a hand to Sapphire. Or rather a paw… hand… paw… no it seems like a mix of both. Sapphire takes the opportunity to get a better look at Faria. Faria is most definitely not pretty, she’s in a strange place between a human and an animal visually, her face leaning closer to animal. That’s not to say Sapphire doesn’t find any enjoyment looking at her, in fact she’d say- no this is not the time, nor the creature she wants to be doing this with.
Sapphire takes the cat’s hand-paw and is quickly pulled to her feet, watching in fascination as Faria pulls the bullet from her shoulder, and the wound closes up only seconds later. This explains why she’s seen as so durable.
“Gotta say I don’t really get your strategy. Getting thrown over the side and all.”
“That was not a strategy. You were rather close to getting to eat me like you wanted.”
“Nah, I don’t actually wanna eat you much anymore, sorry. Kinda hard to bite your head off when I like you.”
“You like me?”
“Yeah, you got me out of my box, and let me kill things. Course I like you.”
“Hmph, well I don't ENTIRELY hate you either.” Sapphire says.
“Now, where to next? I wanna get there as soon as possible to let my siblings out.”
“Well I was thinking we’d go below deck and find an escape ship. They’d never even know we were gon-”
“NO!” Faria exclaims, sounding terrified. “I-I can't do that shit. Those boats, I’ve seen ‘em all over TV, they’re fucking tiny… I can barely do one this big. I can't swim, Saff, what if something goes wrong.”
“I can swim. I can help you.”
“No, look, I’ll only do a lifeboat if there's absolutely no other option.”
“Fine… we could… try to take the ship over or something. I’m assuming these crates contain other monsters, ones who also don’t want to be sold, if we release them we may be able to take control.”
“Well what the fuck are we still waiting around for? Lets let these fuckers loose!”
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The drive to the site is not quiet. Kim-Ly doesn't say anything, she doesn't get a chance to. The drive is filled with nothing but Sabrina talking about how she wants to kill her next victim. Kim-Ly struggles to get Sabrina to ever talk about things unrelated to monster hunting. She gets it, Sierra may have been like a sister to her, but she was Sabrina’s sister. But there's no proof monsters killed her. In fact, it seems like a human did, that's what all the evidence points to.
Yes, the body vanishing into thin air is suspicious, still…
They arrive at the site, it's an old country club. Of course it is. Monster hunts aren't cheap, even if Sabrina charges the lowest on the market despite everything. Plus from what she’s heard abyss screamers aren't an actual threat, just an annoyance, she’s never encountered another abyss related creature, no Abyss Guardians, Abyssborn, and especially not an Abyssfolk, in fact, from what she’s heard no one’s ever come back from the Abyss without being rendered insane from the trauma or now, apparently, coming back with a parasite taking over their minds.
She was interested, if she ever found an Abyss Guardian she might try to get them to send her, they were living portals afterall.
The two girls came up to their destination, and Sabrina excitedly jumped from the car, grabbing her bag of guns, knives, bombs, and traps. It seems as if another lawsuit is coming.
Sabrina starts laying down traps anywhere she can. It would be fine if they were just bear traps, but somehow Sabrina had also found landmines. Kim-Ly becomes more tempted by the day to have the police raid Sabrina’s house, she doesn't feel like anyone should have these things just laying around.
Of course Sabrina would get arrested, and likely sent to the psych ward, by trying to prove she wasn't crazy. Unfortunately Sabrina probably wouldn't get the help she needed there.
“So what now, how do we hunt these things?”
“Wait for them to get trapped and then pump ‘em full of lead.”
“No special way to hunt them down?”
“Nah, I would do that, but I actually got a lot of jobs this week, and I want to get to all of them so I can kill more monsters.”
‘Well at least that means she might be able to pay the bills… If she doesn't get sued.’
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Sapphire and Faria travelled below the deck, looking for tools they could use to open the crates, as well as in Sapphire’s case, a way of knowing which crates were safe to open, as well as how she could ever possibly go about this suicide mission this cat was forcing her to undertake.
Faria was a rather strange creature, every movement she made taught Sapphire something new and unexpected. Her thin elongated frame was unbalanced, despite the shocking size of her paws, Faria was clearly made for snow, afterall, to handle her unbalanced nature her tail had taken the role of an extra leg. The tail was thick and muscular, appearing prehensile, and from what she had seen, rather strong, she used it to hold herself up when still and to push off the ground when in motion.
Faria was really everything Sapphire wasn't. Where Sapphire was small and in a physical sense, useless, Faria was large, and clearly capable of beating almost any creature she was put up against in a fight. Sapphire envied her, she being as small and weak as she was meant that she was always at the mercy of larger creatures, like the cat herself. She was a creature made to be at the bottom of the food chain who could only get anywhere by means of determination, aggression, and paranoia. Even before getting stuck on this ship she was forced to hide away from even teenagers who just came to the old hotel resort she lived in thinking it was haunted.
Sapphire scoffed at the thought. Ghosts. Sure, with everything else that existed in the world they probably did as well, but even so what could the dead do? Death was something to be avoided for a reason, and if Sapphire were to die, she wouldn't want to become a ghost, that sounded horrible. Of course she’d surely be unlucky enough. If ever she were to meet a ghost she’d definitely not hesitate to tell them how stupid and useless she thought their existence was.
Sapphire was snapped back into the present by the sound of another guard unlucky enough to have seen the two of them having his head crushed against a wall and then being thrown aside. Faria didn't even really seem to be trying, the act of killing was an absent minded one for her. Sapphire felt envy as well as other feelings she did not want to talk about.
The two of them walked through the dimly lit hallways of the ship, almost forgetting they were on one if not for the gentle swaying.
They finally came to a room that seemed useful. The computer room. “Stop. I think this room will likely suffice for my purposes.” Sapphire says simply. “Can you clear it for me?”
Inside the room were 11 people, all who started either arming themselves or running towards the alarm system when they entered.
Sapphire didn’t even get time to blink before Faria had already killed 3. A few shots were fired, all missing the cat and then 4 more were dead. Faria killed 3 with a swipe of her claw, and ripped the final man’s head off, before turning to Sapphire and bowing. “Voila, room cleared, now do whatever it was you wanted to do, Saffie.”
“If you don’t drop that nickname I will burn you alive.”
“Sssssssaffie.” The cat says smugly, booping Sapphire’s nose.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You can tryyyyyyy~” Faria sing-songs.
Sapphire groans, and simply goes to one of the computers, quickly finding what she wants. Sapphire had a way with technology, almost a feeling of unification with it. For her, computer files were far more understandable than emotions. As if she were herself a computer she could almost download and pull up any information she needed at any time. And so she set to this exact process, reading through every single file on every single monster aboard the ship, the number apparently being around 500.
The process was quicker for Sapphire than it would be for most. She didn’t read like most people either. She read a page the same way one would read a single word, it didn’t take more than 10 minutes to get through all of them.
Once she had finished she pushed back slightly from the screen noticing Faria shaking her, saying her name repeatedly and almost panicked.
“Could you stop that? It's distracting.” Sapphire says in annoyance.
“FUCK!” Faria says, jumping slightly. “Jesus what the fuck was that? You just sat down in front of that thing and then just stared at the screen for like 9 weeks.”
“Faria, I have a rather good sense of time, it has been 10 minutes.”
“Whoah, way longer than that…”
“Faria, what do you think a week is? How much time do you think a minute is.”
“I dunno, I thought they were interchangeable.”
Sapphire sits there, dumbfounded. She had assumed Faria had no formal education of course but still… she just turns back to the computer. “Your siblings were on the island with you, yes? The second place you were held?”
“Yep.”
“Then I take it that's where you want us to go, right?”
“‘Course.”
“Right, now I’m going to take this opportunity to look over all of the computer’s information about that island, as well as the layout of this ship. I will be doing the same thing as before. Keep me safe while I do this, I am not aware of my surroundings while I do it.” With that Sapphire looks for the files relating to the island… oddly there are only 20 monster files.
The island was not a place where most monsters were kept, only particularly dangerous or annoying ones. According to the files Faria had been placed there after killing 14 people as a child on what could only be considered an adrenaline high, the people had been attempting to euthanize her and her instincts seemingly took over causing her to attack. Apparently she had been raised up until that point to be a household servant but was never good at it and wasn't able to be sold because of a mix of her terrible skill in it and her, according to the files, “unfortunate deformed appearance”. Humans really did seem to consider any humanoid monster that didn't look exactly like them to be ugly. Instead of continuing to try to kill Faria they decided to train her instead for cage fighting on this island, seemingly Faria’s skill in battle was a result of more than just genetics.
The creatures on the island were ones that had to be looked after by better trained guards and placed under higher security, Faria being one of the least dangerous, surprisingly. Apparently Faria could be easily pacified by putting a TV in front of her. Sapphire wished she knew that before.
Notably, there were no other cat monsters on the island. Sapphire decided to finish up by looking at the ship's blueprints before confronting Faria.
“Why do you really want to go to that island?” Sapphire snarls.
“Eh? I toldja, my siblings.”
“Your siblings are not on that island.”
“Yeah they are the fuck are you talking about.”
“You were the only cat monster in the entire facility.”
“And when did I say my siblings were cats? My sister is a bird, and my brother is… well I don’t know what he is but he’s colourful and looks like a clown snake.”
“Ah…” Sapphire was caught off guard by this. It makes sense. Those two creatures were on the island, although they were referred to as a shapeshifting finch and an Abyss Guardian respectively. She already knew Faria was unique, didn't she? She supposed it must have been one of the more normal siblings, but that didn’t make sense with what the island was for. “I am glad you do not seem to be deceiving me.”
“Why the fuck would I be doing that?”
“I do not know.”
“Saffie you know it's rude to assume things.”
“Sorry.” Sapphire chokes out. She’s never been good at empathy. It was a waste of time and energy. “I got all the information I need, I know which crates to open. According to your file your tail can lift 345 lbs, we can probably find some way to use that to open them. For what it's worth I truly am glad that we are on the same side, I would be… rather… uhhh… discontented if we were not. You are a… good acquaintance. This partnership is… most beneficial.”
“Awwwww~ That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me~” Faria teases. “You really need to drop the tyrannosaurus talk though I only understand like half of it.”
“Thesaurus.”
“Ain't that a dinosaur?”
“...You know what, let’s just go upstairs and free some monsters so we can get out of here.”
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It was dark out by now, Kim-Ly had spent the time waiting for something to happen working on her monster journal. She didn't get much time to work on it between her job and Sabrina.
Monsterology was a growing, but still small field, mostly because sane people tended to avoid them, and the few people who did interact with monsters often because of either hunting, being near a lot, or trafficking them, didn't tend to care much about them.
Kim-Ly however had always been interested in zoology, and the thought of studying such mysterious and undocumented creatures was something so unbelievably interesting to her. Unfortunately Sabrina’s kill all monsters rule left it hard for her to study anything but mangled corpses.
Right as she was finishing up the page she had been writing there was a loud and unmistakable sound of one of the baretraps closing. Sabrina, who had been napping, probably for the first time in weeks shot up at this, pumping her fist.
Kim-Ly closed her journal and put it back in her bag, following Sabrina who had shot off after the creature, looking like she was even more unstable than usual with the amount of guns strapped to her.
They reached the source of the sound, sure enough a human man with black goo oozing from every hole in his body (including the massive hole from what looked to be a shotgun on his chest).
The man upon seeing them, shrinks back in fear. “P-please don't kill me I need this body to survive and he was already dead when I found h-” a female voice starts to say from within the body, the mouth not moving as it speaks. It’s cut off when, without a second thought, Sabrina shoots it in the head. The creature falls to the ground.
“It's a brain parasite. Shooting it in the head kills it. ” Sabrina deadpans. “Get that jar you carry around for this stuff, this thing isn't good for trophies. Maybe you can put it in that book of yours.” the brunette says, “Not that anyone will need a monsterology book much longer.” the girl turns to walk back to the car.
Kim-Ly takes out her jar and crouches by the corpse. She feels bad for them. The parasite really didn't sound like they had any darker motives. She sighs and scoops up some of the slime into the jar and puts it back in her bag, before being startled by the sounds of 4 more gunshots.
She stands up and walks towards the sounds, finding Sabrina kneeling by a family of wolpertingers she shot by their burrow. The girl shrugs and grabs the larger of the two adults and slings it over her shoulder, seemingly glad she got a trophy out of this afterall.
Kim-Ly never liked monster hunting. Well maybe she did at the beginning before she truly knew what Sabrina was dragging her into but now… it just felt so wrong. Sabrina was on a warpath, she clearly couldn't even see what she was doing anymore, anything even remotely monstrous even a winged, horned rabbit which posed no threat to anyone would be shot on sight.
Kim-Ly had considered telling Sabrina this, but she knew if she did then Sabrina would shut her out entirely. As much as she knew she needed to take care of her own life and she knew watching Sabrina kill helpless creatures absolutely was not doing that, she wouldn't let a girl she had known since infancy destroy herself like this. She’d been trying to help Sabrina, get her to a therapist, get her out of the house, force her to learn to cook for herself so she wasn't eating nothing but fast food. But it was starting to feel hopeless. No matter what she said to Sabrina she never listened.
It was clear by this point, she just liked killing things.
Sierra would be disgusted.
As Kim-Ly walked by she heard some chirping from the den the wolpertingers had been living in, and immediately leapt towards it, looking inside. Sabrina had missed one. A baby she hadn't seen had survived. If it were left on its own it would die, and if she told Sabrina about it it would die.
Kim-Ly decided enough was enough, she wasn't going along with this anymore. The monsters weren't hurting anyone, at least not the ones they’d been fighting. People just didn't like them. She wouldn't officially quit, but she would do whatever it took to stop Sabrina from claiming more victims, and hopefully save her too in the process.
Kim-Ly scooped up the wolpertinger and placed it in her bag, carrying it back to the car, and turning on the radio so that Sabrina wouldn't hear the chirping.
This was one thing she wouldn't let Sabrina get her way on.
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A full state of chaos was ensuing aboard the ship as exactly 212 monsters had been released and were currently running amuck across the deck.
“What now?” Faria asks, sitting next to Sapphire on top of a crate. Faria sat in a strange way, or at least strange for a humanoid, completely normal for a cat.
“Now, we wait for the guards numbers to dwindle and then attack the ship’s navigators and change course. I promise my plan is foolproof.” Sapphire says, jumping down from her box, Faria follows after her. “For the record, you irritate me far less now than when we initially met, granted you did try to eat me then and are no longer trying to do that, but I must admit you truly have grown on me.” Sapphire says, turning to face the cat.
“Eh, you’re every bit as much of a pretentious dick as when I first met you but I don't overly care so we’re cool.”
“Faria… do you have anywhere to go after you rescue your brother and sister? I… might not entirely like the idea of never seeing you again.”
“Are you inviting me to stay with you, Saff?”
“I… yes…” Sapphire blushes.
“Ah what the Hell it's not like I have anywhere I need to be after all this. Plus I think I’ve managed to figure out your language and yeah, I like you too, let's be friends… or more~” Faria says, half joking with the last part.
“Indeed, this partnership should be continued, its ceasement may end in both our demise anyway so I see that it would likely be beneficial for the two of us to make this bond official by creating a sense of comradery between us.”
“I like your funny words, magic man.” Faria says, and it's at that moment, everything goes wrong.
6 large, spearlike, harpoons impale the cat, causing her to yelp and kneel forward to Sapphire’s horror. Faria tries to stand back up but is promptly hit in the neck with a dart. She sways for a moment before falling forward, landing on top of Sapphire.
Sapphire looks up to see the men who attacked the cat getting mauled by a minotaur.
She looks back to the cat on top of her, her breathing is shallow but still present. Surely this won't kill her… right? Sapphire is shocked by how strongly she feels for the woman that she had only met hours before, but she knew more than anything that she didn't want Faria to die, and if she did, she most definitely didn't want the assholes on this ship to have her body.
Sapphire flipped herself around and stood up, Faria now on her back, with the harpoons digging into Sapphire’s flesh. She began to slowly drag Faria to somewhere more quiet. Seeing that the guards were regaining control of the situation. The plan had failed and if Sapphire didn’t get off this ship right now she’d never get another chance.
She knew how Faria felt about the lifeboat situation but it was the only option.
As the chaos continued Sapphire dragged Faria towards the lifeboats that she had located on the ship’s blueprints before. It was a slow process, as Sapphire was not only weak, but Faria was shockingly heavy.
Sapphire eventually reached the lifeboats, somehow managing not to be seen and grabbing one, taking it back up and dropping it into the water., before jumping off the edge of the ship.
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Kim-Ly sat at her desk at home, the wolpertinger in front of her eating lettuce out of a bowl.
She wasn't quite sure what to do with it. She looked down at her journal, she had been absentmindedly drawing the wolpertinger.
Kim-Ly knows that if she names it, or decides to keep it for any other reason than research then that means a commitment, and she’s starting to have second thoughts…
No.
This wolpertinger is not a danger to anyone and shouldn’t be treated as such. It's just a rabbit with wings and horns, not only that but it's a baby.
Just because Sabrina thinks her sister might have been killed by monsters doesn't mean she has the right to go genocidal on anything considered remotely supernatural.
She looks down to her journal, and on the page beside the drawing, she titles the page “My new friend Chiffon.”
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Sapphire wakes up to the sound of someone hyperventilating. She looks down to see Faria curled into a ball sobbing, the bloodied harpoons in front of her, having been ripped out. The ship is long gone, having passed them by without even noticing.
“I’m… sorry Faria. If we had stayed on the ship we would have never gotten away. I believe I can still get us to the island.”
“I’m going to die…” The cat mumbles. “I’d rather be on that ship than here.”
“Do not say that, I will get us out of this. Sure, my first plan may have been grossly miscalculated, I did not account for tranquiliser darts, however from this point on I will attempt to prove that this was indeed a fluke.”
“I don’t give a shit your plan failed. I really wouldn’t care if you were just some dumbass or the world’s best fucking stratagist. I just don't want to be on this boat. I cant fucking swim Sapphire, its too bright, too hot, I cant run anywhere, I-I just want to go home.”
“I promise that I will take you home. I take promises very seriously Faria, I will not let you be hurt. I will get you to your family and then I will get you back to my home. You will not drown. It was a lapse in my judgement that got us here and it will be again my judgement that gets us out.”
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In the Stomach of an (former) Angel
Warnings: soft vore, g/t
Lucifer had finally caught a break. Between being a single mom of 6, handling all of Lord Diavolo's boring gruntwork, doing the family taxes, tending to Cerberus, and ensuring he stays nourished and hydrated just enough to keep on living, it is maybe a once a month occurrence. However, the shockingly slick avatar of pride for once knew exactly how he wanted to spend his downtime. The answer? Alone with you. And after hearing about his brothers' new 'hobby,' he simply had to know what all the fuss was about.
"MC, come with me. We're trying something new today." Seeing as the only others left in the house were a sleeping Belphie and a vtubing Levi, peace and quiet to indulge behind a locked door would not be all too difficult. You knew what 'trying something new' was most likely to entail and yet your heart still raced. The thought of the third most powerful demon in all of hell swallowing you whole was... well, somewhat frightening. As soon as the door was shut and locked behind you you could catch a glimpse of the long cloak now behind Lucifer.
"If you don't mind, I'm rather curious as to how you'd feel within my stomach. If I understand correctly, and I am rather sure that I do, a few of my brothers have already been rather pushy with the same idea. I have never eaten a human before, especially not in this more intimate manner." His voice is as calm as always as he speaks, but there is a slight sense of urgency hiding underneath his cool façade. His eyes glistened in the somewhat dim light. You could practically see him trying to hold back a hint of drool. No way he would ever show that much feral desire to anyone. However, he will give into it but only for you.
You felt the warmth of the now familiar protection spell wash over you and, somewhat to your surprise, you were also shrinking. Lucifer seemed to only grow more and more confident as you had to crane your neck more. Once you were about eight inches tall was when he plucked you up off the ground. He took a deep breath which functioned both as him preparing to keep himself calm enough to swallow you properly yet also get a good whiff of your aroma. Finally, he carefully places you onto his tongue. He spins you over on his tongue about two or three times, really getting a taste of you before he gets overly indulged. He pauses for a moment, thinking hard, and then you shrink down quickly to about the size of a half dollar. He makes quick work of swallowing you, needing only one gulp and tilting his head back. You slid down smoothly and could feel his finger trace you down. Once through the much longer feeling ducts to the stomach, you plopped into the space headfirst.
"Are you alright in there?" Lucifer softly asked above you. You affirmed to him that you were indeed safe and felt yourself very slowly returning to your regular height. Gentle hands were quick to start massaging as soon as you were big enough to cause tension against the inner lining. Lucifer is by far the most courteous in his family towards you while you're inside. He's the most aware of the logistics of your position. This does not stop him from carefully trying to stand with you inside. You gently rubbed at the now pleasantly humming demon and as soon as the sensation registered Lucifer was rubbing right back with his wings. Its a tight fit, yes, but he was being protective. "I could get used to holding you in here... perhaps you would be willing to stay with me like this while I do paperwork from time to time?"
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Can we get some more Silmalexia please? You got me hooked on their dynamic
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More often than not, these days, he occupies the space between waking and sleep: a stinking, humid miasma beneath unwashed covers, where he can't tell if the stench of death comes from his memories or his own skin. It's not dark, here beneath the blanket. He's unable to tell whether his eyes or open or shut, in this state, for he's always seeing something, no longer does his vision ever go dark. The destruction of Ald Sotha has been seared into his retinas like a brand-- the redness of the vessels in his eyelids only match the redness of the flames, like the redness of his blood must match the redness of his kin's blood on the ground.
He occupies the space between waking and sleep and he's therefore not sure whether it's a fantasy when he feels a hand laid across his cheek. Captivated by the vision of a crumbling building he waits, feeling only vaguely the finger that traces a still-healing cut towards the cusp of his jaw. But it does not seem to be a phantasm that settles on the mattress beside him, and a part of him, an impossibly resilient part, knows exactly whose hand it is that comes to rest on his shoulder.
"Sil," she whispers. "Are you awake?"
He doesn't answer; her voice is like the crackling of flames in his dream.
"Sil," she whispers again, "Where are your legs?"
The vision plays on-- he sees a beam of a house cracking, and he opens his mouth to warn his sister, and he screams when it falls across--
It is no dream when a hand slides beneath his shoulders. Almalexia was not at that tragedy, and yet here she is, and it is no dream when she tucks the blanket around his crumpled form. The vision cedes to something more interesting: the strange sensation of her arms, shockingly real and perfectly strong, scooping him up like a child, one supporting his shoulders, the other resting under the place his thighs meet his rump. The putrid blanket swaddles him like a cocoon, dangling tail-like from the remnants of his legs. He is in the air, then, the dusk-coloured Almalexia-scented air, and he feels her biceps tremble with the weight of him.
He tries to say her name-- his throat is as dead and dry as the ashes of his home. She's moving now, and he tries again. "Ayem," he rasps.
"It's okay," she whispers in return. His face is against her breast and he feels her chest rumble as she speaks. "I'm going to take you outside for a little bit."
"But--"
"Hush. It's late at night, no-one will see you."
"-- My legs."
"I couldn't find them. I'm sorry." She bends her head as she speaks, kisses his naked scalp. "I'll carry you."
And Sotha Sil lets her.
His body aches too much, he lets himself return to that half-waking realm of fantasia where his eyes are closed and he sees the past with all its vivid detail. Did Vivec carry him like this from his burning world? In the fantasy it seems likely, though in reality he remembers Vivec pulling on his arm so hard the shoulder might've given out, Vivec yelling above the roar of Daedric inferno. He had fought with all his strength to go back. He had been desperate to throw himself atop the flames. He was dragged away on his own artificial feet, Vivec slinging his arm painfully around hir neck-- he had turned his head back to look over his shoulder and he has been seeing the destruction ever since. Even the air had been aflame, aflame with sparks…
When he opens his eyes again he still sees sparks: tiny, white, molten sparks, hanging strangely static in the destruction's column-cloud. It takes several moments for him to realize that he is looking at a night sky filled with stars.
One of Almalexia's arms is beneath his head, the other resting over his stomach; the unwashed blanket reeks more strongly of him than ever in the pristine midnight air. A warm breeze is blowing, accentuating the chill of the curving tiles below him-- they are lying on a roof, Sotha Sil realizes only belatedly, they are sprawled out on a roof the way they used to lie as children on the beach, tangled up in a body-scented blanket. They are lying, in fact, atop the Palace of Mournhold, like a king and queen of the world.
He feels Almalexia shift slightly. He doesn't think she is wearing warm enough clothing, for this excursion; she's already shivering a little, she's always been sensitive to the cold. "Fresh air," she whispers to Sotha Sil, by way of explanation. "It will do you well to be outside for a while."
He wants to tell her how ridiculous it sounds-- it's insulting, even, to think that the mere sight of a starry sky will soothe the terrible wounds he's been dealt. How many stars are worth a Sotha? How many Sothas were lost on that dreadful day? Fortunately for her, his throat is too dry to form words. He only lifts his hand and gropes around for her, finding a lock of hair to clutch.
So they lie there. They lie there like children lying on a beach, reverently silent, barely touching. He smells mostly his stinking blanket and then the faint smell of her, which has always seemed so pleasantly indistinguishable from his own.
"Sehti," she whispers eventually, as if meaning to start conversation. He doesn't reply; she doesn't persist. Silence falls once again, but what's remarkable is that, all this time, he's kept his eyes open-- he doesn't see the flames any more, only the countless blazing stars. On nights as dark as this the sky seems to have been sprayed with molten silver. There's a beauty to it he'd forgotten until now.
They stare at the sky in silence for a while and then Almalexia speaks:
"I remember a story, about a boy who lay on a patch of moss and gazed up at the stars. Driven by his love of maths, he resolved to count every star, and give each one a name. He lay there for hours, counting and naming, until he accidentally drifted off to sleep…"
He feels her hand enclose his own, then. "What did you name that one? There, do you see? The large and shining one beneath the warrior."
"Brauri," Sotha Sil says slowly. "That one is Brauri."
"Brauri," Almalexia repeats. "What about the one next to it?"
"Hgrofl."
"Hg-- huh. Do you need water?"
"Hgrofl--" He coughs and it's almost a laugh. "I invented a Nordic name."
"Is that a Nordic star, then?"
"You always talked about the Nords."
She moves closer to him, presses her face to his shoulder. "I never met a Hgrofl," she complains to his neck. "Only a Hrofl, and a Hrogr."
"How many stars did you speak to?"
"Not enough. You're talkative, tonight. That's good."
It silences him; guilty, she doesn't press. They only lay together on a chilly Mournhold roof, watching a million pin-pricks of platinum light twinkle against an indigo canopy. For a while he tries to imagine he can hear the crashing of waves, so that he can pretend they're children again, sleeping on the beach-- alas, there's only the murmur of the city beyond, the wind skipping off the rooftop stones, and Almalexia's heartbeat in the vein of her bicep, which lies beneath his head.
"… The boy on the moss woke when the morning came." Almalexia speaks with formal finality, quiet and resigned to their fate. "And to his horror, he realized all the stars had vanished. He buried his face in his hands and began to weep, for he had learned a harsh lesson."
His eyes are half-lidded and the stars above them are blurring into a vibrant streak of perfect platinum. "What lesson?" he mumbles, distracted by the vivid light above.
Almalexia doesn't answer him. Almalexia only rolls to her side and pulls him into a tight embrace. When she kisses him on the cheek it leaves a warm mark, and the sharp scent of her breath, lively, so contrasting with the dead smell of his own skin.
"Please don't die," she whispers then. "Please don't die before you've told me how many stars their are, and their names."
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