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chickensoupleg · 3 months

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oooh ok if you’re wanting prompts- robin chrissy and heather’s days off finally align, but they all have different things they want to do together. do they bicker? make a plan? compromise?? 👀

So I'm imagining they all have entirely separate jobs because of course they do. Robin's got her job doing whatever, let's say she's managed to snag a job (With Steve of course that's her work best friend never leave home without him) at the local Waffle House so her work hours are weird and sometimes she's going to bed the moment her wives wake up, Chrissy is working as a gymnastic coach, and Heather has somehow gotten herself into being a volunteer firefighter. Chrissy has the most flexible schedule (Get it) out of all of them.

They do love their jobs, but man is it brutal on their date nights.

Eventually they do manage to get a weekend together, and of course they don't want to waste it!

Problem is the how. Heather just wants to have a normal date night so she wants to go out and eat after a nice walk around town. Robin doesn't want to be near a restaurant because she is positive the waitress mentality will embarrass her in front of everyone ('Babe you work at a Waffle House it's not that fancy.') ('Heather baby my sweet sweet flaming ball of my miserable yet enchanting life I will accidentally walk into the kitchen if I'm not careful.') ('... Robbie why would you be in the kitchen?') ('Tickets.') ('Ah.')

Chrissy wants to spend the entire time in the house, cuddled up with each other and being lesbian wives doing lesbian wife things like holding hands and see how close they are to succumbing to building furniture for fun. As sweet and relaxing as that sounds somehow it feels like a waste just being home and doing absolutely nothing. They're not gonna have this much time again for a long while they might as well use it! (They do sleep in bed a little longer together regardless. Chrissy is a lump in the blankets, Robin has sprawled over everything, and Heather is octopused around the closest things which are usually either her girls or a pillow)

Robin wants to commit crimes of the loving but frankly a little concerning kind.

We can't let Robin commit crimes.

No matter how much Chrissy and Heather also want to commit crimes.

So they do bicker for a while over the span of a week before the actual days off in the form of many, many sticky notes stuck to bathroom mirrors, passing conversations, muttered sleepy time musings, messengers in the form of sending whoever they could convince to go between work places, phone calls, and even one (1) point in time where they were just in the same bathroom together.

In the end they ask Steve, date-life extraordinaire, for advice, who just tells them (in a fit of this man was rudely awoken) something about how girls like spas and stargazing. He's totally making something up.

It gives Robin an idea immediately, even if it makes no sense and takes a little convincing. A nice and relaxing spa day followed by shuffling off into the wilderness and laying underneath the stars! Perfect! No sitting around at home but also plenty of relaxation and being all date-y!

(It ends up being the greatest date night ever.)

(Even though Steve is a little worried when Robin came back with a photo of them in a tree while a bear was sniffing around at the bottom.)

(And when Heather came in to regale the tale of how Robin does not believe she could wrestle a bear.)

(... And how Chrissy accidentally kicked a bear in the face and apologised as told by Chrissy herself.)

#stranger things #robin buckley #heather holloway #chrissy cunningham #hollowbuckingham #pompompoolsailor #cunningway #bucklway #buckingham #steve is just their honourary extra and guy that knows what makes a good date #steve makes no actual final decision he is just there because that is robin's best friend why wouldn't she prod him for info #the girls were desperate by the way #alternatively i'm pretty sure they'd somehow end up committing crimes #just sets fire to things in an empty field and also see who is the better can shooter with real weapons #and perhaps end up just doing girls things like do an escape room or smash objects or devour strawberries like maniacs #or paint their nails. girl things #they won against the bear by the way #completely by accident but they won #nothing says a day off like a spa day followed by being chased by a bear #perhaps this is where they rock climb :)#they end the day with a relaxing bath together #and by together I mean TOGETHER #they got a massive bathtub for a reason!#someone falls asleep in the bath because someone else is massaging her head #making the most out of their days off #there is a small chance of kidnapping as per usual

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writingoddess1125 · 8 months

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Your Weird Relationship Milestones

Weird couple things that no one talks about that is a major milestone

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Mihawk x GNReader

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Luffy

You and Luffy had known each other since you were children and had also been dating since you joined his crew as the Ship Barber.

Truthfully it had been a fun journey and everyday you two got closer and closer- Just in your guys own unique way.

Today was no excpetion- After doing some basic training till noon you had skipped breakfast and was starving to rushed to the kitchen.

Walking over you saw lunch had already been made and almost the whole crew was there eating, looking over Luffy's massive plate in question to see what it on the menu- Seeing Cutlet sandwiches served with shredded cabbage.. you didn't like the recent cabbage that much.

"You didn't like the cabbage right?" Luffy questioned as if reading your mind- Nodding as he held up one of his plates to you to taste the cabbage to see if you wanted it The crew staring at you two in now total shock as you munched on a strand of cabbage and took a small bite of his sandwich.

"Ehh- Sandeich is good- But no cabbage" You hummed and Luffy nodded as he went back to inhaling his own food. Everyone watching as you went to get a plate- excluding the cabbage.

It wasn't till way later when you were half asleep cuddled against Luffy that the thought came to you- Did Monkey D Luffy just share his plate with you?

Zoro

It had been a normal morning- you waking up first to roll out of bed and start your morning routine, of course it starting in the bathroom.

Too zoned out to care since you and him shared a living space with a bathroom so you knew it could only be Zoro- As you brush your teeth you hear the sound of water and realize he was taking a piss, with you right there?

"What island are we going to today?" Zoro questioned, you trying to rack through your brain

"Errr- S'mi S'mi i'land I 'hink-" {Sumi Sumi Island I think} You say with the toothbrush still in your mouth- Zoro finishing and stepping to the sink.

You step to the side so he can wash his hands and he grabs the deodorant- like with all your products he seemed to use prefer yours so he puts yours on instead. You handing him his hair cream which he thanks quickly and smooth through his mossy locks-

"Want a cup or coffee? Normal fixings?" Zoro called out as he walked out of the bathroom.

"Mhm!" You hum out earning a grunt of approval and spit into the sink finally. Yawning again as you were now starting to wake up.

The realization of everything hitting you. Were you two that comforble with each other now!? It felt like some marry couple morning- your face heating up as you simmered on it..

Sanji

Being on a ship was nice, but it did have some downfalls- One being the bath situation. For some reason there was only one bathtub in the whole ship- So you had to travel from a hot bath across the entire ship to get to the room you shared with Sanji- Freezing your ass off the entire way and wrapped in the thinnest towel.

Finally in the room you shed the napkin like towel and look for something warm to wear- already starting to shiver.

"Sanji! did we do laundry?" You called, looking to see you were out of all pants and underwear- Tsking as it was a bit too cold tonight to go full natural in bed.

"Uhh No we didnt- why?" He asked as he stepped back into the room and saw you still naked as day looking through clothes- staring for a bit before Grinning.

"I think what you're wearing now is a perfect outfit" He chimed, you rolling your eyes looking back at your gawking boyfriend.

"Yeah well this outfit I can catch a cold- Remember we are getting close to the north and it's going to be freezing tonight!" You reminded and Sanji nodded in understanding before a thought crossed his mind.

Sanji sighed at this as he went to your guys shared closet- Returning with sweats and shirt in hand.

"These are my favorite pair- BE good to them" He said calmly as he held out the very nice sleep sweats you'd seem him wear multiple times- fairly sure these were the ones Zeff shipped out. Smiling as you gently took it from his hands and kissed his cheek- knowing these were going to be the best sleeping pajamas ever.

"I promise I will"

Buggy

Show business was never easy- It was a constant swirl of chaos. Especially on Buggy's ship. So it was nice to have some moments were you and Buggy could just relax, especially after a hectic day or shows and making money.

So here you both are, Showered, out of makeup and lounging on the couch in Bugs office.

You laid there with your legs across Buggy's lap as you two chatted, there were random times that you and Buggy would absolutely say nothing in terms of conversation but just wanted to hear the others voice. Buggys hands stroking your legs as he kept his eyes half closed.

"Your legs feel different?.." Buggy questioned, still running his hands over the exposed skin-

"I didn't shave them" He seemed to nod at this and finally look at your legs to indeed see they were indeed hairy still touching them-

"Eh still not as good as mine- It's like a damn blue carpet" He grumbled flexing his leg as if giving and example. However he noticed you hadn't replied and glanced- noticing your intense stare at him.

"(Y/N)?-"

Rolling up you sit on his lap facing him and look over his face, he looked at you confused as you did this- Watching how your eyes focused in something.

"Stay still.." You mumbled before touching his nose, he felt a soft pinch and then you pull back looking at your finger.

"You had a blackhead on your nose-" He say calmly and show it to him. He scrunched his face in disgust.

"Ew Thats fucking gross... See any others?" He questioned and you began to excavate his face and back of any blemishes still talking about nothing. Buggy's mind however running over the fact that for the first time in his life- he hadn't felt worried about his nose with someone..

Mihawk

Mihawk is a cautious person- so he is always on his guard and prepared for the worse case scenarios. That I clues you in the first few years of your guys relationship- While he trust you there is always some wall built up to protect himself.. You understand and let him take his time-

You didn't even really notice since how living he was towards you, however as time went on he did relax around you more. Got more comforble with you around and It wasn't till one night after a relaxing date and time together that you both tucked in. Mihawk had always claimed to be a light sleeper, laying on his back perfectly posed like a vampire ready to rise at any moment- the slightest movement waking him so you learned to be still when he tried to sleep. Reading a book quietly since you weren't quite ready for bed, dozing off for a good 30 minutes before you felt a slight shift from Mihawk assuming he was still awake till-

Zzzz!!! SNORT Zzzzz!!

Loud deep Snores suddently rattling the bed like a damn earthquake!

Startling you, turning to see the man laying in the bed next to you as you see his face unattractivly shoved into the side of a pillow, his hair a fluffed mess and him on his side in a deep sleep. You'd never seen him like this before, you didn't know it was even possible as you heard another thunderous snore leave the man. It taking everything in your body to not giggle as you closed your book and dimmed the light on your side of the bed. Cuddling down next to him as another wash of snores left him.

Smiling as you realize this ment he finally felt comforble enough around you to deeply sleep- in a true REM sleep for the first time in probably years. It made your heart flutter and you giggled softly- Defiently a milestone you were proud of.

Even if it ment the snores.

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bigwishes · 9 months

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Ask and You Shall Receive

Keanu was a party boy from the streets of New York. Spent most nights in the clubs dancing up on guys. Half the time he'd end up shirtless dancing on the bar flexing in lean muscles driving everyone wild.

Keanu burst into his apartment at 3am half drunk stumbling down his hallway. He didn't manage to score tonight and was horny as hell. If he couldn't fuck, he'd have to relieve himself some other way.

He threw himself down on his bed and flicked open an incognito tab on his phone. Keanu normally found himself bringing home twinks and twunks but what he really wanted was a guy with some size, a huge bodybuilder to totally dominate and make into his bitch. Keanu got hard just thinking about it and went straight to looking up images of massive tanky guys in tight constricting posers. Keanu scrolled through images until he found one with a short caption tied to it. He read it getting finding himself drawn to the fantasy. He had never seen something like this before and clicked on the photo being taken to a website with hundred of captioned photos and stories about guys growing from a skinny jock into a bodybuilder as big as a mountain. Keanu's eyes were glued to the screen and he was captivated by the fantasy.

He had dumbed his load on his bare stomach and chest 3 times and he was ready to go again realising he had discovered a new fetish. Scrolling down the rabbit hole he found one offering suggestions / asks for transformations with a personal touch. Keanu's half drunk brain half horny brain thought he had come up with the perfect suggestion...

"I want to grow so big bodybuilders look like twinks next to me"

Keanu chuckled to himself and fell asleep with one hand on his dick.

Keanu woke up groggy the next morning feeling the pain in his head from his hangover. He would rather spend all day in bed but he knew he had to get his morning routine on the way. Keanu got up, making himself a cup of coffee as he wasn't one to eat first thing. He then dropped down on his half and tip toes to pump out 50 push ups and 50 sit ups like he did every morning.

Keanu picked himself up off the floor and moved his sweaty body to the bathroom for a shower. Looking in the mirror something was different, his body seemed fuller and not just from a pump but he felt bigger too. It was probably his ego combined with his hangover making him feel bigger than he really was but that didn't mean he still didn't feel big.

All day Keanu felt stronger, when he was lifting boxes at work, carrying shopping home, even when he was out flaunting his body on the dance floor he found himself clumsy and bumping into people more often, found his clothes feeling tight like they had all shrunk in the dryer, but he didn't think much of it.

The next morning was almost the same, wake up, coffee, workout but instead of taking a shower instead he had to go back to the kitchen and make himself something to eat, for some reason he found himself starving and craving a protein shake.

Keanu mixed up a shake and made himself a bowl of cereal which is scoffed down like a beast. He caught a whiff of himself still sweaty after his workout he then went to take a shower. Only this time when he saw himself in the mirror he definitely noticed the difference.

His muscled were thicker but not just thicker they were bulging out of his clothes. His mouth dropped and his brow tensed with shock as he flexed his bicep examining himself in the mirror. He dropped his pants leaving himself in his underwear trying to examine his thick quads but he couldn't quite get a look even when he tried standing up on the edge of his bathtub. Although he could feel just by tensing his legs and from how tight his underwear was around his ass he had definitely gained a lot more than a few pounds of muscle overnight.

Right as Keanu was about to get in the shower his phone alarm rang telling him to leave for work. He quickly dashed out of the bathroom throwing on any clothes he could get around his new bigger frame. His clothes still fit but he definitely felt them struggle to stretch over his back as he moved. Running out the door and into the apartment complex elevator he got almost to the bottom floor when he saw a small dark patch in the bent reflection. Upon closer inspection Keanu saw faint pit stains on his shirt under both his arms and the elevator smelt slightly of sweat. He scratched the back of his head.

"Guess that's what happens when I don't shower after working out" he thought.

Getting used to the changes were strange. A crate he'd normally need to ask for help to move he almost through across the room on his own. Lucky everyone at work was used to the smell of manual labour otherwise other people at his job might realise he forgot to shower.

The next morning Keanu got out of bed hearing his stomach growl. He Instantly got up rubbing his six pack, feeling his abs be more defined than yesterday. The novelty hadn't kicked yet, at least not until he had something to eat. Hungrier than yesterday he smashed a shake and two bowls of cereal. After eating he hit his normal workout and went to take a shower. He saw himself in the mirror, bigger and fuller once again. As the water was warming up Keanu sat on the edge of his bath, looking down at his chest bouncing his pecs to himself.

His back was wider, lats and chest sticking out competing for space with his arms. His legs were wide and his quads rubbed against each other. Keanu's walk was slowly turning into more of a lumber.

He grabbed his pec with his massive hand and rubbed his hard defined abs. By the time he pulled himself out of his self inflicted trance he had run out of hot water and his alarm was ringing for him to go to work.

"fuck" he said turning the shower off running to his bedroom to grab some clothes.

Keanu frantically ran around his room trying to find something to fit, his jeans wouldn't go up over his massive legs, his arms wouldn't fit through the arm holes in his shirts, he couldn't even get his button ups to come half way across his chest. The only thing he had left were his gym tank and shorts. Both of which used to be loose casual fits for him but now they were tight, like a bodybuilder who ordered the size down from what he needed.

Keanu frantically ran out of his house to the apartment building elevator. As the doors open he went to walk through them when he bounced out, both his shoulders smashed into the duel opening doors. He was so used to knowing when it was open enough for him to enter for years and now he was clumsy with his new size. Standing in the elevator the smell of sweat was starting to become potent. He'd have to make sure he took a shower on his day off.

Keanu woke up groggy from a late night of partying until 4am. Sitting up in his bed he felt a constricting pressure around his legs. Pulling back his bed sheets he saw a pair of jeans ripped and torn around his massive tree trunk legs, so tight the veins of his legs could be seen pressing through the fabric that hasn't been ripped.

Keanu stood up hearing the sound of denim. He tried to take off the jeans but it was like peeling off a layer of skin. It was like they had been shrunk after putting them on.

Finally pulling them off he realised how badly he needed a shower. two days of hard working and a full night of partying without a proper shower left him stinking worse than all the guys he worked with combined. He walked down the hall, bumping into a few things along the way struggling to reconfigure his internal gyroscope. After waking up as big as he was yesterday he expected he'd stop growing by now, but he was shocked at how massive he was when he looked in the mirror.

Keanu was twice as wide as he was yesterday and easily twice as dence. He struggled to curl his arm up to take a selfie, his bicep and forearm fought against one another and it was almost like he was forced to flex if he wanted to use his arms.

He dropped his arms to the side trying to leave them resting comfortably but his wide back and lats made his arms stick out like he was always doing a lat spread. Keanu took a few steps hearing his steps making his entire apartment vibrate sounding like he was stomping just from a regular step. His muscles bounced in the mirrors and he got hard looking at his size move. Keanu reached down and found it difficult to reach his dick, as he rotated his arm forward his shoulders and biceps collided, he could just barely grab his dick, not just from how his massive muscles constricted his size but from how much girth and size had been added to his manhood. It wasn't something he had been noticing compared to the massive changes of his swelling muscles everyday.

Keanu waddled his massive frame back to his bedroom, feeling his thighs rubbing against each other constricting his movement. He made it to his bed lying down feeling his massive weight bend the frame in. He pulled out his phone which was dwarfed by his enormous hands. Keanu reached down to his dick able to comfortably move with one leg half cocked in the air.

Keanu went to the cite he was on the other night and found a reply posted to the request he just barely remembers sending in. He read the story seeing images of him posted in between long paragraphs about him growing when he's asleep. Keanu began to jerk himself off moaning as he read the story. He got to a paragraph where he read about growing whilst he pleasured himself, he felt the blood pump up his muscles and heard as his body adjusted itself with the constant swelling of size. His phone looked like it was becoming smaller by the second and it was harder for him to keep his hand wrapped firmly around his manhood.

Keanu was on the edge right as he got to the end of the story. He quickly clicked the request button.

"I wanna be stupid big, make me stupid big"

Keanu blew his load all over his abs and relaxed into his bed. His head felt slightly cloudy. Looking at his tiny phone a short story tied to his latest ask popped up on the screen.

A picture of him as an enormous swollen titan standing in front of a mirror in what looked like his bathroom with the simple caption.

"you are so massive and so heavy but so fucking stupid you can barely string a sentence together you dumb horny giant"

Keanu got up and waddled his ridiculous mass to his bathroom where he stood in front of the mirror shocked at his bulging size but before a thought of regret could form in his head he noticed drool pouring out the corner of his mouth and his jaw slowly fell open as all his thoughts evaporated.

UHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh HUHUHUH

Keanu let out a moronic laugh giggling at how he bounced his pecs in the mirror.

Now if only the monstrous moron could figure out how to get a hold of his dick...

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #reality change

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taylor-titmouse · 6 months

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2023 Book Retrospective

it's pretty much the end of the year, and i've never done this before, but i wanted to take a look at what i managed to do in 2023 and share some of my thoughts on it! i published five novellas this year (though i didn't actually write one of them) plus the public release of the demo and first huge update to You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain. that's a lot!

so let's dig into all that. this will contain some spoilers for the books, because it's hard to talk about them without talking about what's in 'em, so maybe check out my itchio first and grab anything you missed! (but also.... perhaps wait until this weekend before you buy anything. shh.)

You're A Mage on Monsterfuck Mountain, released in March

TECHNICALLY, the demo was finished and available on patreon around the end of last year, and didn't become public until I'd finished the garden update, which i did finish this year. and what a massive fuckin THING that was. 60k words! 50 illustrations!! the biggest thing i ever put out and technically finished, and the beginning of a move to being less afraid of writing "weird" sex. there was so much bee sex in it. arguably too much bee sex in it. which i'd left entirely til last to do which meant i was writing nothing but bee sex for weeks.

this was the first time i let myself really indulge in writing dubcon for the bad endings, and it was a lot of fun. very often it was more interesting than the deliberately horny routes, because it meant writing a way to be put in the situation, and also making it hot every time. i'm very much of the philosophy with dubcon that even if the situation wasn't Ideal for the character, they're still going to get good sex out of it. i believe i put it at another point as, i'm here to write the pleasure of helplessness, not suffering. to that point, the dubcon endings for the armor, the dryad, and the queen bee were my favorite bits from this.

the fact i never got a second update out this year is a big regret. i finished a bunch of the routes for it, but ultimately i wanted to have things i could release! shortly after publishing the demo and update, i officially put my webcomic on hiatus so i could focus more on my graphic novel, and also spend more time on my writing. having that extra time is probably the only reason i was able to write as much as i did this year, and i didn't want to spend it toiling away on a serial project i couldn't release for months at a time.

which leads us to the release of my first novella of the year...

House of the Risen King, released in April

now this is when i truly said "i'm just going to write what i think is hot and interesting and not worry about how it's perceived!!" and went whole hog on exhibitionism and monster dubcon cult horror. house was mostly inspired by the ending of Hereditary, and was originally going to be more poltergiesty and played more straight, with vee being harangued by a bunch of horny ghost-demons and nothing more sinister than that. but i've had cult shit percolating at the back of my brain forever, and i wanted to play with ideas i'd first developed in shadow in the shelves with rituals and shadows, so here we are! the scene of hettie fingering vee in the bathtub while vee's god-fucked out of her mind is my favorite.

fun fact, the original seed for this book was actually going to feature max and mortis, my photographer/model couple (that link goes to cohost because i wasn't posting here yet when i was drawing them the most). the idea was they'd go do an urban exploration shoot and mortis would start getting fucked by a ghost while max filmed it, but the more time i spent with those characters the less i wanted to involve the supernatural. which meant i never wrote their book, and had to make a new character to do the idea. and then it wasn't even that idea anymore.

that's writing, folks

Roger Crenshaw: The Dogs at Duskfall, released in June

... which makes it ironic that the next book is one i didn't even write! r/l monroe @mortalityplays has been my friend for years, and was my editor for a long time (until he got a REAL JOB and didn't have TIME to edit anymore. sobs, cries, kicks a stone and walks into the distance). he's also always been an incredible writer, and for my birthday this year i asked him to write me something. i asked with the expectation of a little short story about our old tabletop RP characters, or a fanfic scene for one of my books he'd edited.

and then he wrote me 20,000+ words digging into the character of roger crenshaw and who he is that perfectly summed him up and tied all his stories together, such that i don't think i ever need to write another one. he did it, he wrote the perfect ending to roger. AND he did it using my favorite of his ocs from our tabletop campaign, AND there's some really hot and sweet smut in it. AND HE DID IT IN LIKE TWO WEEKS.

i loved it so much that i asked if i could illustrate and publish it as an official novella, and to my delight he agreed, and it was so so nice to collaborate with him on it. even if it meant beating our heads against the wall for 30 minutes about the placement of certain images on the page.

this was a great tragedy. i'd drawn the vagina one first, but an image earlier in the book had to be moved, which affected the placement of everything else. the vagina image had been perfectly at the start of a new page, and then suddenly it wasn't. so i had to do the penis one instead for better placement. tragic!!!

it's hard to pick a favorite scene in something written entirely, lovingly for you. how can i choose between the characters' pitch perfect semantic arguments on the nature of folk lore, the millenium princess-ass memory hopping, or the really really hot smut? i can't. i love it all. thank you r/l for being so good at what you do and writing this for me, i'll treasure it always.

The Dragon Double Feature, released in May

apparently this came out in may, and not july. i don't know why i've been convinced this came out in july. oh well i can't be bothered to insert it on top of the roger one.

anyway. THIS book. this book exists because i believe at the time i was a bit blocked, and wanted to just write SOMETHING. for a long time i've had the idea of a dragon wrecking a princess' wedding and fucking her in front of the congregation just sitting in my back pocket. it was the 'i know i could just slam this out if i wanted. i don't have to care about it it's just sex and then it's done' fallback idea, and i finally did it!

and then it was too short. i don't like the idea of publishing anything less than 10k words for full price, so i was like. okay. alright. i've always thought fucking an eastern dragon would be hot and have this other idea i was going to use for roger (back when i had an idea for every monster possible for roger), let's just write that. kenta is only kenta because i took a poll for what body type i should pair with a dragon (he was 'big boy', i think the other options were twink, older woman, and average woman). and i was also Really into the movie inu-oh at the time, which is probably obvious with kenta being a blind musician, lol.

the musician and the waterfall was tougher to write because i didn't have a clear vision of how it should end or even how they should fuck (the mechanics of fucking long noodle dragon have challenged me for years) but i'm ultimately pleased with it. it would have been a long time since i wrote something sincerely romantic, and it was nice to go back to it. i'm a HUGE romantic at heart.

both stories are pretty much one extended scene so it's hard to pick a favorite moment from them, but i will say i'm very pleased with how i approached writing the musician and the waterfall, specifically in the challenge i set myself to never use visual description kenta couldn't reasonably guess. writing from the POV of a blind man made me focus in on different senses and ways to describe them.

this book is also, as of right now, my best seller. which is great! i love that for me.

The Dragon Double Feature 2, released in July

okay i guess THIS one released in july.

anyway i got stricken with the curse with this one. a lot of people wanted me to write a sequel, but i wasn't going to. and every time i say i'm not going to do something, i end up doing it. it's so annoying. this one only happened because i wanted to write a SHORT! a SHORT extra for patreon describing kenta and wakatake's first time having sex as humans.

and then i wrote too much preamble describing their time on the beach. and then i got emotionally invested in unpacking their actual relationship, and also added a third character with mrs arakawa, and had to bring it all together into a story that was coherent and had something to say about the way they loved and ALSO ended in a THREESOME because WHATS THE POINT OF INTRODUCING A THIRD CHARACTER if they aren't all going to FUCK TOGETHER!!

it was tough. but i'm really, really happy with it in the end, and think it's one of the best things i've ever written. my favorite scene is definitely them playing with the hermit crab on the beach. metaphors babie.

the gundrid/eveline story is fine too. lmao. i NEVER PLANNED TO WRITE ANOTHER WITH THEM!! i only did it because the idea of publishing a sequel to a story from a double feature without writing a sequel to the other half of the feature was insane. and now eveline and gundrid are some of my most beloved characters, to the point of writing another book featuring them...

The Tenebrous Tower, released November

yet another book i'm pretty sure i was like 'i don't need to write this. this character doesn't work for a story on his own, what am i ever gonna do with him' and then i dumped a bunch of fantasy characters into a jar with him and suddenly i had a story. I ONLY MADE ROMICK BECAUSE I WANTED TO DRAW FUCKED UP WIZARD PORN AND MY ONLY OTHER OPTION WAS A GRANDPA!!!

anyway i started writing it as something to do on vacation, and it was just gonna be a bunch of dungeon bdsm vignettes until i hit on a throughline and suddenly i had a story and an emotional arc and damn i did it again. i did it again. i have a book.

i was expecting this one not to do very well because it had multiple prerequisites, but because i am a master of my craft i made sure to write it so you didn't need to read those. and then people read it without reading those. so it worked out anyway and now it's done just about as well as dragons 2. the people love romick, but they especially love the idea of him being destroyed. maybe someday. maybe someday. (except on patreon, where it's already happened)

the final vignette with the doll is, of course my favorite. i think it was a lot of people's favorites.

............................................

and that's everything i published this year! honorable mention to my novel starbuster, which i'd written most of last year, then spent all of october this year revising with the intent of finishing it, only to run out of steam by the time i was done revising it. so it's exactly where i left it last year. just better written. god it would be nice to finish that fuckin thing next year.

my goals for 2024 are, of course: release more books!! i have a big project i've been working on illustrating for the past month that i'd like to release in january, and i've also been working on a spin-off one-shot with mrs arakawa and an oni. i think this coming year i want to Try to blast through some of the one-off ideas i developed this year so they'll quit banging cowbells in my brain. like the sleeping garden. it makes me insane i never actually wrote the sleeping garden.

anyway if you actually made it to the end of this, thank you!! if you've bought all of these books, double thank you!!! i've been able to pay my rent and expenses just with my adult work this year, and it's been amazing and fun and super fulfilling. thank you for supporting me in 2023, here's to a horny 2024!!

#tt talks writing #taylor titmouse

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devildom-moss · 8 months

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Roses for You (3)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Three Roses - Leviathan

Word Count: +700

"I love you"

You had fallen asleep in Levi’s room last night while he was gaming. Too exhausted to keep playing with Levi, you curled up in the massive blanket and pillow nest that he had so carefully crafted before your arrival. Levi was even considerate enough to select a chill single player game as you dozed off. Ambient music, the soft clicks of controller buttons, and Levi’s occasional humming soothed you to sleep.

It wasn’t until he gifted one of the romanceable characters a flower and watched their heart gauge increase that he remembered all the research he had done that week to come up with the perfect rose color and number combination to convey his feelings for you. Levi scrambled to grab his phone and opened the tab for the online flower delivery service he had looked into (by some miracle, they had a 95% rate of 5-star customer reviews, and Levi figured that was worth a try). The delivery was scheduled for first thing in the morning with the hope that Levi would be able to surprise you when you woke up.

With the order confirmed and a tracking link for his delivery, Levi finished up his day in the game and saved before he crawled into the nest with you. He curled up with his head on your thighs and drifted into a light slumber. This was the reason Levi made nests when you planned to stay the night. His bathtub was a bit cramped, and it was more suitable for spooning than for him to cuddle up against your legs – not that he hated being your little spoon, but nothing was better than getting to bury his face in your thighs.

Levi got a notification that woke him up early. You were still asleep when he slipped downstairs and retrieved the delivery. The roses were perfect. He prepared them, trimming the stems at an angle and placing them in a vase before he brought the roses upstairs. Levi set the vase down on a table near his tub. That should be safe for now. Excitedly returning to his nest, Levi cuddled back up to your thighs, nuzzling your skin. He couldn’t wait for you to wake up – nor did he have to. The pressure on your legs caused you to stir with a soft groan.

“Levi,” you moaned, knitting your brows, and opening one eye.

Much to his embarrassment and disappointment, Levi shot up from his position on your thighs with a squeak. The dim blue light of the room was still bright enough to illuminate his blush-stained cheeks. “H-hi. Good-g’morning, MC. Did you, uhm, sleep well?”

“Morning, babygirl.” You sighed and shifted up on one elbow. You heard something like a stifled whimper from Levi’s direction.

“I-I got you a present,” Levi added quickly in a hushed voice. He scrambled up to grab the roses.

“A present?” You sat up fully, yawned, and stretched. When you opened your eyes again, using both hands, Levi held out a vase with three dark pink roses in it. Even in your half-tired state, your brain still registered the number’s meaning: three – one for each word. I love you. A tired grin found your lips. Dark pink, on the other hand, you thought, affection? No. A different “a” word. Appreciation, maybe?

You got your confirmation when Levi shut his eyes tight – his face turning a vibrant, but much softer shade of pink than the roses – and spoke louder than he intended, nearly shouting, “Thank you for loving me!”

“Come here, babygirl. Come cuddle with me.” You motioned for him to join you. Levi searched the room for a stable surface to set the roses on so he could crawl into your embrace. He was straddling your lap when you pulled him in by the hips and looked up at his flustered face. “Can I kiss you?”

Levi squeaked again and quickly nodded – too shy to give you the “yes, please” that was screaming in his head. You gave him a slow, gentle kiss that earned you soft moans.

When you pulled back, Levi was panting slightly. The blush still stained his face up to his ears. “Uhm, would you mind if we – well, could you stay here today and l-love me a little more?”

“I’ll love you as much as you want me to.”

#you cannot convince me that Levi doesn't prefer babygirl to babyboy. thank you. I will not budge on this issue.#leviathan #gn!mc #obey me series #obey me #obey me leviathan #also y'all have until midnight tomorrow to vote in the poll~#leviathan x reader #leviathan x mc

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redheadspark · 1 year

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hey i wanted to submit a request! can i have ACOTAR Azriel with #24? thank u ! i absolutely LOVE your works!

A/N - I think this is beyond cute for Azriel! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

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Summary - Thou Shall Not question the Shadowsinger

Warnings - A HINT of angst but mostly fluff and a small mixture of hinted smut in there too ;)

"Azriel, talk to me."

"No,"

"Seriously? Giving your mate the cold shoulder is not like you,"

Azriel paused, looking up from the paperwork that was on his desk, and saw you give him a hard gaze. He sighed, the hard stare he had one moment before was crumbling away while you were calmly keeping your own gaze on him.

"Sorry," he replied, you tutting him as you walked around the desk he was at. He pushed himself out in his chair a bit, having you land on his lap gently as he rubbed his eyes with his fingers in frustration, "I just....what you said bothered me."

"My love, it was a backhanded comment and nothing serious. I didn't mean it like that, and you know it," You reminded him soothingly. He huffed as he opened his eyes to you and gave you an uneasy stare.

"But still....his wingspan is bigger than mine?"

What a silly thing to fuss over, but it was typical for your mate.

For as long as you have known and have loved Azriel, you knew he had layers. The main side of Azriel that was always seen out and about what his stoic stare. You could have been fooled in your ealier relationship when it came to how he lookd so sternly and almost with a hint of intimidance to it too. When you two would walk around Velaris together holding hands, and the amount of stares that you got from the citizens was baout fascinting and freightening at the same time. But you knew it was mostly because of Azriel and the calm stern stare he would give.

Another layer was his affection.

He wasn't massively affecitonate in public not like Cassian or Nesta whom had no problem kissing out and about. Azriel was more reserved when it came to his affeciton with you. You were more prone to taking his hand in yours, sneaking in a ksis or two on the cheek just to keep him on his toes, or even lean your shoudler against his when you two sat together.

But it was when you two were alone that Azriel was beyond affectionate.

Hidden corners wrapped in his arms and his kisses along your neck back massages when you two shared your massive bathtub, and Azriel bringing you pleasure beyond reason when you were in bde together. HIs ways of affection were more private, he thrived on loving you when he knew it was just you two.

The best layer that Azriel had, was his compassion and empathy.

He made sure all of your needs were met before you knew you had needs. He could read your face and your energy like a book, making sure you had fresh water at your desk when you were working away at your documents, cooking yoru faovrite meal when you were toos tressed to lift a finger, givng you the best hugs and kisses when your depression hit. Azriel knew you so well, almost like you were the back of his hand. Although you were the same with him and his needs, his love for you showed in his actions.

But the one attribute you never thought you had to encounter, was his jealousy.

Azriel was never a jealous person, he had other things to worry about or to work towards. But it happened every once in a while, you saw it in his eye or body language. Sizng up other Illryain soldiers up at the training camp would get to him from time to time, but not always. You were always there to keep him grounded and remind him that he was perfect the way he was. Itworked most of the time, but when you brought up the wingspan conversation that was had bewteen Cassian and Rhyand in the Townhouse, you didn't think you were going to have this kind of reaction from your husband and mate.

You didn't mean to eavsesdrop, but they were joking around abotu wingspans and Azriel's being....well....

"Baby, you can't take it to heart," You reasoned as you wrapped your arms around him and you felt his hands slip around your waist, "You know they joke around and they aren't truthful,"

"I've grown up with them, and although their joking antics can be juvenile at times..." Azriel trailed off, you raising an eyebrow to him as you knew it was still bothering him. Although you wanted to laugh from how he was reacting to such a silly thing, you knew his ego was a bit bruised.

"Well, if what they said about wingspans is true," You paused, leaning in a bit to plant a very light kiss on his cheek, "Then I think you blow both of them out of the water,"

You could see that perked him up a bit, a flicker was in his eyes as he slowly looked over at you.

"You think so?" he asked, not in a sheepish way but with a hint of uncertainty. You kissed away the frown on his brow.

"I should hope so, as your mate." You replied, yet Azriel was still silent. You then giggled, "Fine, I shall go ask Cassian and Rhysand then!"

You moved to get up from your spot, Azriel tugged you back down and you squealed from the quick move as he then kissed you deeply to have you lose your breath.

There was no voice in your as he pulled away and shared at you deeply in your eyes, the look he was giving you almost seemed dark....dark and private for only you to witness.

"I dont need the opinion of Rhysand and Cassian...just yours," He said to you in a alluring manner. You gulped, feeling his fingers on your hips grip you a bit tighter as he spoke again, "If words won't work for you, shall I show you then?"

You nodded silently, his smirk was evident on his face.

"Gladly," He replied, using one hand to push the papers off the desk with ease before he planted you on the top of his desk.

And he showed you in more ways than one that night, Rhysand and Cassian being silent about it the very next day when Azriel showed off his hickeys on his neck.

The End.

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baileythebean · 13 days

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NOW PRESENTING… EVERYONE’S FAVORITE KOI BOI: BAILEY!!

or maybe he’s not ur fav koi boi but that would make him sad :(

He’s kinda bad so don’t mind that

Featuring: -koi tail w/ flows side fins

-gills

-patchy hair to match his tail

-blackened/clawed hands

-scales on his shoulders

-mismatching jewelry made from human trash (he LOVES shiny things)

-based off the Showa Sanshoku variant of Koi

-big floppy ears

-people watching! ((Oh no is he getting a crush??))

-Kinda invisible in most angles (BUT ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY) booty fin

FULL IMAGE PLUS A SIDE STORY BELOW THE CUT!!

(sorry it’s sideways and also that I didn’t actually get to do a ton of art bc he took WAYYY longer than expected and my iPad was dying)

SIDE STORY TIMEEE In an au where ONLY Bailey was a siren, I feel like he’d have been caught (bc he’s too curious about humans, more so because he wants to know if his dinner can feel emotions.) and would’ve been kept in an aquarium so that marine biology/ichthyology students like Jasper would’ve seen him and soon the whole gang would start visiting him, along with Tonio ((mod’s bf!!)) who he’d probably have a huge crush on for some weird siren reason. He starts visiting the aquarium every day and Bailey starts going absolutely insane bc what kind of coward was he, letting glass get in the way of his human crush? He breaks the glass, and attempts to drag himself to Toni but starts suffocating (man’s got gills) so Sora, Jasper, Finn and Toni have to carry this massive fish-bitch to go stay in a bathtub temporarily before dumping him into some giant freshwater lake nearby lmao (and if you’re wondering about Pebble, he’s still a demon and shares a similar interest in Toni ;) )

@ask-olive-huchers @ask-finn-hollis @ask-jasper-cameron @ask-sora-aguilar @rebootgrimm @trimalchiooframshackle @vv4loe @rui-casual @weirdassartist

#ramshackle #ramshackle bailey #ramshackle au #ramshackle oc #oc #mermay #mermay 2024 #siren Bailey!#KOI BOI #YIPPEE!#Koi Boi x Human bf #jellybeans!#bailey x pebble #Bailey x toni #Pebble x toni #Bailey x pebble x toni #THE POLYCULE‼️‼️

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Hi Dear !

I love your work, like, it's so good !

Could you do one with a curvy reader x Thomas Shelby ? (And with short hair, like a Peaky cut, but longer at the top)

Like she is naturally nice and kind to everyone. But she would do anything to protect the family while always being nice (I mean, she don't use bad terms (sorry if it don't mean anything, English isn't my first language 😅)). Thomas love her for being so amazing

Thank you !

Love you ❤️

Hey Anon, Thank you for waiting so long! Hope you enjoy this one. It's a bit on the darker side which I hope is alright.

Warnings: Reader is assaulted (not descriptive just unwanted touching) Violent murder of problematic peaky characters because I'm bitter.

You kept the sides of your curly hair as short as possible leaving a very unfeminine angle to your facial features or at least that's what people told you. It was unsettling and created too much of a contrast with your very feminine curves. You rolled your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror and thought about the last time your hair was shoulder-length...

You would have been about 13. Just barely a woman and no matter how hard you tried to stay away from them you would always find yourself back with the Shelby boys. That cold day down by the cut, one of the girls from school wanted to prank you and cut off a massive piece of your hair. Tommy being 4 years older and infinitely cooler, decided there was only one way to fix it. People never gave you a hard time over it knowing whose hand was responsible for the cut.

Your initial reaction was burning hate, but seeing that he liked it was enough to make you forget it. Soon enough the hair came with a very safe place amongst the boys and endless troublemaking.

Fast forward what felt like a million years you sat on the edge of the bathtub in your fancy bathroom and lit a cigarette.

Looking out the window the sun was almost down and it was just about time to get ready. You looked over the soft red fabric of the dress hanging on the back of the door. You tried to think of a way to escape the evening, but you wouldn’t leave Thomas or the family in such a state.

After a few more drags of your cigarette, you finally put it out and got to work. It didn't take you too long to get ready looking in the mirror you were very happy with the way the shimmery fabric clung to your curves. Adding a large diamond necklace Tommy had gifted you it was time to get downstairs.

You looked over everything satisfied with the arrangements. You gave a sigh as you looked over the room, for once the type of people it was built for would be in your home. You clenched your fists struggling with the task before you. Normally your role in the blinders was to do what you did best of all. Talk to people. You had a way of making people tell you all their secrets and fears. You’d been able to reason and care for people ultimately saving them from destruction. It annoyed Thomas more than anything and yet it was a skill that benefitted his efforts most of all.

A strong arm wrapped around your waist pulling you from your thoughts.

“It’s just a room, love.” He whispered in your ear and you relaxed against his frame.

“I don’t want to do this Tom.”

“I’ll let you renovate it then, eh? Soon as this is over you can fix it -”

“You know that’s not -” You whispered shaking your head.

“I know.” He whispered in your ear placing a kiss on your temple. This was not the time to talk about the things weighing on your heart. He held you there for a moment letting you breathe.

Then the chaos started. John and Arthur showed up looking grim and mildly annoyed. They were to be on the property but not at the actual dinner.

“You look nice,” John said giving you a weak smile. Arthur’s eyes told you all you needed to know. They were as miserable and angry about this as you were.

“We’ll make sure nothing bad breaks out,” Arthur said in a low voice and you gave him a nod of thanks. They went to wherever they were to be stationed for the evening.

You took a deep breath, every body was human at the end of the day. You could save these people. Bring them to the light. Like everyone they just need a little kindness.

They were a half hour late and you bit back your bitterness at the way his hands lingered on your skin.

“What a lovely wife you have here Thomas.” His dark eyes studied you and there was nothing soft about his words. “Heard lots about you over the years.” Oswald then introduced his new wife. Diana looked too much like all of Grace’s worst qualities. Acid burned in your veins and you pushed it down to introduce yourself.

They went right into business wasting no time on pleasantries. Something you were initially grateful for, hoping that it would speed up the meeting.

Your initial plan of all anyone needs is some kindness and good words were thrown out the window when things moved to the sitting room. Oswald insisted on sitting next to you on the sofa, and you watched as Diana’s eyes devoured your husband.

You would do anything for your family. You repeated the thought over and over hoping it would push the obvious sight from your mind.

Listening politely and trying to find a way to get a word into the conversation your hand found a very lucky prize tucked into the couch cushions.

Your fingers brushed the cold metal and you remembered Polly opening letters the morning before. It being there gave you the slightest bit of comfort.

Then the obvious but also unthinkable happened. His hands were running up your leg towards your hip. In all your life, in all these situations this was one thing that was never a possibility. A man touching you in your husband's presence.

The realization of the power these two had over him felt like a punch. Goosebumps covered your skin and you watched as Diana made her move on Tommy.

“Your eyes look so surprised, surly you've done this before?” his mustache tickled your ear and something broke inside you.

Thomas had led you through some dark things, but nothing so dark that your light couldn't shine through and remedy the situation. People in need always won the battles you and he staged.

Did Thomas know this was the plan? You were hesitant enough about dinner, so why bother telling you this was where things were headed?

Maybe he wanted to sleep with her?

All the horrid words that were spoken over dinner hit you in full force as his mustache tickled your neck. Wet lips slobbering on you. Without care if the world ended your fingers clutched the letter opener, and the next thing you knew it was firmly embedded in his neck.

He made a terrible sound and you were covered in blood. A gun shot rang out and you abruptly stood up.

“OH GOSH oh my - gosh - Mother of gosh - sweet freaking gosh. I - I Oh my gosh.” Arms were wrapped around you and you realized it was Arthur. He picked you up like you weighed nothing and carried you out of the room.

“She almost cussed that time,” John said as if impressed.

“FUCK SAKE - EVERYTHING IS F- FUCKED.” The sound of a lamp smashing was quickly silenced by the heavy wood of the kitchen door.

“Stay here, love.” Arthur gave you a pat on the back and placed a bottle of whiskey in front of you. He made a phone call in the hallway before returning to your shouting husband.

An unknown amount of time passed before you felt Polly’s weathered hands grabbing your shoulders.

“Let's get you cleaned off.” All you could do was nod.

Polly took you up to the room she claimed as hers when she stayed over and got you into the bath. She scrubbed all the blood off of you as you shook. Eventually, she rinsed you one last time before filling the tub up with clean water.

“What happened?” She asked as she pushed the curls from your forehead.

“Polly I-I-I can do it. You know. I’ve always been able to fix things and wow people. Try to bring them to the light, and change their minds about their horrible choices. In my head, we are always the good guys.” You took a few deep breaths. “But they were just. Really awful. I’d do anything for the family Pol I would and I have. I just - gosh - his hands were all over me and she just kissed him.” You were still in disbelief that your husband would put you in such a situation.

“That wasn't supposed to be the plan.” She whispered running her thumb across your cheek. Her eyes held a pain in them that you immediately wanted to take away.

“then my fingers sunk into the space between the armrest and the cushion, and your letter opener had fallen through. I grabbed it and just snapped-”

“You did what Tommy couldn’t. Don’t feel anything about it. He’d been after them for months, all of this was to set up some big event to take him out. Either way, he was going to die at the hands of a Shelby.” She shrugged. “Might as well have been my letter opener.”

Tears started to prickle in the corners of your eyes. This wasn't who you were. You didn't kill people or deviate from plans -

“Sometimes death is a kindness.” She kissed your forehead and you let the words sink in. Somehow you doubted that Brittian would miss him or Diana.

Getting dressed you had a moment of realization. There was one other man that you knew relatively well… the man that dragged Thoams into this mess in the first place.

You dialed the phone number and did what you did best. Chatted.

When you came downstairs you saw everyone in the kitchen looking positively worn from the night's events. Thomas looked at you and immediately motioned for you to come sit on his lap. You stood at the head of the table.

“Alright, once I was thinking clearly again.” You cleared your throat. “ I had the realization that a friend owed me a favor for something ages ago. Everything here is sorted.”

“What kind of favor?” - “Who?” Tommy and Arthur asked at the same time.

“Well doesn't matter what happened, but a while back I helped clear something up for Mr.Churchhill so I thought I’d ring him and see what he thought about all this-”

“At this hour-” “You don’t call in favours-” John and Arthur started talking over each other while Tommy gave you a hard stare.

“What kind of favor is that big?” Tommy asked in a low voice.

“Like I said I can’t really say. All you need to know is everything is fine. People will be by in the morning for the bodies.”

The thought of not having to dig holes in the middle of winter seemed to win John and Arthur over. Tommy looked put out over the situation and for once you enjoyed holding all the cards close to your chest. For once everyone else can drown in the mystery and do what they're told.

You came over and sat on his lap. His fingers curl tightly into your skin. He had a lot of explaining to do before you would forgive him, but his grip on you let you know he wasn't happy with the situation.

After drinks and everyone seemed sure you were alright the boys headed home and Polly went upstairs to bed. You expected his mood to turn sour and for him to cuss you out. Instead, he just rested his head on your chest. Without thought, your hand went to brush along the side of his head.

His grip didn’t loosen and he gave out a shaky breath. Suddenly you realized that this had most certainly not been the plan, you got hurt, had to do awful things, and then go off and fix the situation. His plan failed and put you in danger. He was ashamed.

Not something you’d ever noticed before. Part of you wanted to hear him say it, and apologize. Then you realized his embrace was enough. Knowing he was afraid and seeking comfort in you was enough.

“I-”

“Don’t I don't mind. It’s handled that’s the main thing.” You said firmly wanting more than anything to put this mess behind you. You expected that to be the end but he only nodded and went back to holding you. No other sound other than the fire crackling.

You thought back over all the things the two of you had been through over the years. You knew that this would simply fade into the tapestry along with all the other hard stuff.

#Tommy shleby #Thomas shelby #Tommy shleby x reader #Thomas shelby x reader #Shelby family #Shelby family fic #Peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic #Tommy shelby imagine #Tommy shelby request #Tommy shelby fic #thomas shelby imagine #Thomas shelby request #thomas shelby fanfic

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jpitha · 8 months

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Dreams of Hyacinth 36

First / Previous / Next

The Royal Dawn - or rather the Royal Palace - was impressive. The front desk personnel bowed low for Nick as he entered. He still had a hard time with that, but accepted the bow. City took Nick around and showed him Melody's rooms, now his and Eastern's as well as the dining halls, and the other features. In the large bathroom, Nick stopped in front of the massive tub. It looked like it was made of a stone material, almost like marble. He looked at City.

"This is quite the bath, it's huge."

City's crest wiggled just a bit, like a chuckle. "Melody loved the bath. She told me once that it was her favorite part of the whole Royal Dawn.

Nick nodded. It made sense. Even on huge Hyacinth, bathtubs were a luxury. In space, liquid water is precious. To be able to lavishly run a bath that can comfortably hold three or four people could be seen as a wild extravagance. Nick made a note to take a bath with Eastern when she got back tonight.

"It's odd." Nick looked at City after the tour was complete. I never knew much about Melody, but Eastern loved her and was a big fan and here we are, standing in her rooms."

"Your rooms now, Emperor." Sound of the City corrected him gently.

"Yes, well, I'm still getting used to that part." Nick gestured his palm out and down, like he was trying to push something down and out of the way. "Outside of the Reach, the only thing that Eastern and I have gotten is attacked. Royalty out there means a large target on your head."

City sighed. "Emperor-"

Nick interrupted. "Please. Call me Nick. I understand my title and what's been granted, but really, I'm Nick. I'm just some guy from Parvati."

City stomped her foot once and her feathered hand shot out, pointing at Nick. "No, Emperor, you are not just 'some guy.' You are Emperor of the Holy Imperial Systems, and you and your partner need to accept that's what has happened. You can't go around being self depreciating about the situation, it's unbecoming. I have a feeling that part of the reason everyone is trying to attack you is that you aren't acting like the powerful person you are. You are royal now. Act like it." City stopped herself and took a large breath in and out. Nick noticed how her feathers shimmered in the light as she did it. "I apologize Emperor, for speaking out of turn, but I felt like you needed to hear it." She looked pointedly at Nick.

Nick realized this was a test. "I accept your apology, Sound of the City. Thank you for being comfortable enough to speak your mind. I will ruminate on your words while I wait for Eas-our Empress to return."

City stared at him for just a moment longer than was comfortable, turned on her heel and strode out of the apartment.

Nick collapsed into a comfortable couch facing a large window and sighed.

She's right you know. You keep trying to not be Royal. Either give up the mantle officially or be Emperor.

"It's not like I have lots of practice at this you know. Before, I was a petty thief."

And then you signed on with Eastern and Selkirk, got cybernetics installed, were introduced to Us and now have the means to rule the galaxy. How we grow and change.

"But that's just it. I don't." Nick thumped the arm of the couch for emphasis. "I'm a guy who can make people do what I say when I talk weirdly, the love of my life can do it too and I hate doing it. The few times I did it I enslaved an entire race of sapient beings. I undid it - hopefully - but still, I don't like the power this gives me. I don't want to turn into a despot, and yet it seems like you're tailor made to turn me into one."

There was a long pause. Nick began to worry that the Nanites were mad, but then realized that was kind of a wild thing to worry about.

This is true. We've had millennia of experience, and we've found that a single galaxy spanning ruler expands our reach into your dimension easier than trying to maintain control over thousands of independent polities.

"You're steering Eastern and me into being despots because it's easier?" Nick couldn't hide his tone even if he wanted to.

Humans are not the only creature that exist who like to try the easy thing first. Additionally and possibly most importantly, it's worked.

Nick sighed. "But, I don't want to be a despot."

What do you want, Nicholas North?

It was a mental conversation. He still opened his mouth to speak, and stopped. Just what did he want? He knew better than to just give a flippant answer off the cuff, so he stopped and really thought about it.

He thought about Eastern. Holding her in his arms, taking a bath together, making love, laughing, eating together, enjoying just being around each other.

He thought about Selkirk. Hugging and stroking her fur, making love with her, with her and Eastern, their long conversations about the nature of K'laxi and Humans, trying her foods, meeting her friends.

He thought about Hyacinth. How it wasn't home until he had friends to visit.

He thought about his Parents. How they always loved and supported him, how they saw the best in him, how they always tried to do what they could to give him the best opportunities.

Interesting. This entire time, you haven't thought about power. You've thought about the people in your life and what they mean to you. Nicholas North you may not realize it, but you are more suited to be Emperor than you realize. You do not want power, you want to help people. Everything you've done, everything you've signed up for has been to help out those you love. We will admit that you're a bit of a doormat about it sometimes, but we see the love there.

Nick scoffed, but he smiled when he did it. "A doormat?"

We got the idiom from your own brain. You know what we mean. Nick, you love people. Don't think about war. Don't think about Raaden and what she's doing. Think about the people of the Reach. Think about people on Hyacinth. How could you help them if you were in charge? How can you help them, now that you're in charge. That's what Melody wanted to do you know. She wanted to help.

You can help.

Just then, Eastern walked in. She saw Nick sprawled out on the couch, head tipped back and eyes closed, and she silently walked over to him. She flopped onto the couch next to him and snuggled up under his outstretched arm. "Hey Hon, caught you napping" She giggled.

Nick smiled without opening his eyes. "Actually, I was talking with the Nanites."

"Oh? What about?"

"What I want."

Eastern yawned and snuggled in tighter. Muffled by Nick's uniform, she asked "What do you want?"

Nick curled his arm around Eastern and started stroking the nape of her neck gently, under her hair. "You, mostly. Selkirk too. Friends, family, calm, fun, good food. Contentment. Peace."

"Mmmm, s'nice" Eastern's voice was sounding sleepy as her breathing slowed. "I want that too."

"Yeah." Nick bent his head down and kissed the top of her head." Too bad we have all this power and the Voice and people after us and now the Reach expecting us to help them."

"It's not so bad, really" Eastern yawned deeply. "We can use this power to help them. Maybe others too. It's not like everyone on Hyacinth doesn't need help. The other High Mars orbitals too. Hell, all of Sol. The whole of Colonized Space even."

Nick nodded. "That's what the Nanites said too. They said that I thought like Melody."

He could feel her grin. "Oh? Well it sounds like I picked the right hero to worship when I was a kid. I've got a partner just like her."

Nick stopped stroking the back of her neck. "Come on Eastern, Let's take a bath. Melody had a positively gigantic tub here and I want to try it out."

She yawned and stood. "A bath? Lux."

Nick brought her to the bathroom and when Eastern saw the bath she squealed and immediately took off her clothes. Nick puzzled over the faucets for a moment before figuring them out and while the tub filled, he took off his clothes too. Nick knew Eastern like her showers hot, so he set the temperature just outside his comfort and slowly lowered himself in. Meanwhile Eastern practically jumped in and splashed him gently with hot water. "Hurry it up, your delicate bits need some toughening up if this water is too hot" she said, laughing.

Nick eventually lowered himself in all the way, and sighed contentedly. After a moment, Eastern leaned over, kissed Nick deeply and straddled him. The heat of the water combined with her weight caused nature to take his course. He looked up at her and raised an eyebrow.

"You're the one who decided to take a bath, now you face the consequences." Eastern said, grinding her hips.

After, she climbed back down and snuggled up against Nick again. He looked down and over at her. She was back to being drowsy. "Come on hon, let's go to bed. I don't think we should fall asleep in the tub."

Eastern yawned and sat up. "Yeah, good idea. I'm going to shower first though, I'm all gooey."

Nick laughed.

While they slept, Nick dreamed.

Nick was back on Parvati, visiting one of the traveling amusement parks that came to the cities every year. They worked to time the visits to coincide with local holidays to boost attendance. Luckily, the cities on Parvati had more than enough holidays to cover the traveling amusement parks.

Nick was 12 or 13 and riding the teacups with his parents. This was about as exiting of a ride as they would do. Nick still was at an age when he liked to be flung around in all different directions at a high velocity, so when he went on those rides, they'd stand at the exit and watch. His father usually smiling, his mother's face creased with worry.

His father turned to him. "My son, it seems like you are finally deciding what you want. This is good. I was starting to get worried."

"Starting!" His mother scoffs. "He's been a basket of worry ever since you were declared Emperor. He was worried you'd be a despot. I told him that was nonsense and he had nothing to worry about. Like usual, I was right."

Nick's father smiled. "She was right. You are working towards using your power to help others. This is right. We are proud of you, son."

His mother nodded. "You still need to find Selkirk though. Do not forget about her in all of this effort."

When Nick spoke, it was with his voice currently. It felt odd to be in the body of his early teenage self but speak with his current voice. Dream logic he guessed. "I haven't forgotten her. She's with Raaden. She gave her a ship to command." He looked down at his feet. "She thinks we betrayed her."

His mother crossed her arms. It was impressive to see as they whirled around in the teacups. "She just doesn't know both sides of the story. You only have to reach her and explain what happened. She will understand."

"But what if Raaden used her Voice on her? What if she made her hate us?"

His mother scoffed. "Love will transcend that. Go to her. Show her you still love her. Rescue her. It will fall into place."

Nick awoke early in the morning, the Reach's lights still the dim of artificial morning. Nick got out of bed carefully, making sure he didn't wake Eastern, and padded back to the couch. He watched the Reach rise and awaken from his seat in his palace quarters.

When Eastern woke up, they sat together for breakfast. They had asked the staff to bring them a selection of local foods that were popular in the morning, and took turns trying them. None of them were familiar to Nick or Eastern, but they were all tasty. The staff even managed to find some coffee and brought along a small carafe.

Nick savored his coffee while Eastern ate. After a moment he said "What were you working on with the Nanites while you were on the Throne yesterday?"

Eastern quickly swallowed some of the food. She was ravenous. "Oh, I asked about building a Gate. They showed me the plans and how to program the printers. We're building one now, it should be ready in a week or so."

Nick raised his eyebrows. "Why though?"

"Well, the Nanites specifically said they're looking for someone to make more Gates, and we don't have one in Sol, and also..."

"What is it?"

She shook her head. "No, it's silly. It won't work anyway."

Nick put his cup down. "Come on Eastern, you know I won't laugh, no matter how silly it is."

She sighed. "Okay. You know how the Nanites told us that the Gates are all connected to a Gate in another dimension where the Nanites are? I wondered if the Gates can reach into a different dimension. Like say, one were Melody was still alive, and we could request help."

Nick blinked. He took another sip of coffee to hide his surprise. "And? Did the Nanites say we could?"

"They... weren't sure. They said nobody had thought to try it before. The hard part isn't reaching the other dimension apparently. It's picking the correct one."

"How do we do that?" Nick took a bite of breakfast. It really was good. Some kind of grain dish.

"I don't know. The Nanites don't know either. They said they'd think about it and let us know." Eastern shrugged.

"Well, I guess there's no sense in worrying about it now then. That can be a later problem. For now, let's see what we can do to help the Reach. From there, we can expand out. I bet the Jovian stations and others in the OPA could use some help. Even if it's just us doing some light smuggling to get resources in. Supposedly trade hasn't stopped with Raaden in charge, but some things are a lot harder to get."

Eastern nodded. "I like that. Lead on."

Remembering his dream, Nick stopped. "We should also see if we can hire someone to reach Selkirk. Let her know we're still alive and that we're coming for her. Let her know we still love her."

"Do you think that's wise, Nick? She really sounded like she hated us before"

Nick was emphatic. "We still love her. She deserves to know that. What she does with the info is up to her."

Eastern nodded. "I'll ask City if she knows anyone at the Reach who has more experience with Sol. If anyone knows, she will."

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callsign-bunnie · 10 months

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Another slasher au and it's abo! But, what if the omegas were the slashers?

(You can do whatever characters or ships, I'll love it either way)

I'm not sure I'm happy with this but have it, anyway

The night after

Rodolfo accepted the plastic cup from Gaz, using it to scoop water from the bathtub and then dump it over Roach’s hair, watching the much smaller omega’s face contort in pain. He must have had a pretty large wound on his skull…

Carefully, Rodolfo reached up and parted Roach’s hair, wincing as he, indeed, found an open wound. It wouldn’t need stitches, but he could see why Roach was in pain. He touched it and Roach cried out, and Rodolfo could hear Soap snarl behind him.

“Calma, Soap, I need to make sure he’s okay.” Rodolfo sighed, glancing back at his friend, who was leaning against the doorway, holding an ice pack to his lip.

Gaz was sitting on the large sink, his knees pulled up to his chest. “What are we going to do?”

Rodolfo didn’t have an answer, so he just turned back to Roach, reaching up to push the towel on his hair back into place. Gaz had bought him and Roach a few hair towels that had buttons to keep them in place. They… didn’t do the job very well since Rodolfo had to keep pushing his back into place.

Soap sounded belligerent as he answered. “We go to the fucking cops, Kyle.”

This answer actually surprised Rodolfo, quite a bit, since Soap had a very massive “fuck the cops” attitude. For good reason, Rodolfo and Gaz also hated them. Both had seen the way friends and family were treated by them. Alejandro had had a pretty decent altercation with one over a broken tail light.

But… Rodolfo understood why Soap may have given the suggestion. This was… a horrible deal.

“What good will that do?” Gaz asked, sounding more exhausted than irritated. “I’m black, Rodolfo is hispanic. You whore around, and Roach is mentally disabled.”

Roach made a soft sound of protest, which was the most Rodolfo had been able to get out of him since the party. He went right back to hunching in on himself and putting his chin on his knees, though, and Rodolfo examined the bruises on his arms and back.

“I’m sorry, Roach, but it’s diagnosably true. You have a tbi and you’re autistic. Do you really want to go up against Alpha Theta Mu? Soap, it would be their word against ours… Not to mention what they’d do to Alex and Alejandro…” Gaz trailed off.

Rodolfo couldn’t help wincing. “He’s right, Soap…” He glanced back at Soap, again, who was glaring at the floor. “Why would they believe us? And even if the cops do, what will they do to Alex and Alejandro? What will they do in retaliation?”

Soap’s glare only seemed to deepen before he was slowly softening and his shoulders were dropping. “I… I should have gotten there, faster, I should have- I should have done something-”

“You stopped it.” Gaz reassured Soap. “That’s the best you could have done.”

“Almost got killed for it.” Rodolfo turned back to Roach and shifted, trying to ignore the ache in his body, the pain in places he’d rather not think about. “In a week, Roach and I will get tested. Pregnancy, STDs, everything. Okay, Roach?” He gently touched Roach’s face, making him look at him.

Roach sniffled and looked up at Rodolfo before nodding a little.

All four omegas flinched when they heard the door of the apartment close. “Gaz?? Baby?? Why’d you leave early?” They heard Alex’s voice, sounding deeply concerned.

Gaz immediately got up. “I’ll go talk to him…” he trailed off as his phone pinged and Rodolfo and Soap shared a glance as Gaz’s brows furrowed as he checked his phone. Then, Gaz let out a blood curdling scream, covering his mouth.

Alex was in the bathroom, immediately, as Gaz broke into hysterics. He didn’t even seem to see the other three, Soap almost shoved unceremoniously, out of the way. No one was upset, though, it was just alpha instinct, they knew. “Baby?! What’s wrong?!”

“My pictures!” Gaz shoved his phone in Alex’s face, tears now streaming down his face. It was… odd, Gaz was never this way. Ever. “They’re fucking everywhere!!” He yanked away from Alex, leaving the bathroom, and Alex was quick to follow him.

Rodolfo frowned, deeply, and met Soap’s eyes, seeing deep concern in them as they heard Gaz losing it in the other room. Then… Rage. It mirrored Rodolfo’s own. “I don’t know what we’re going to do… but they’re going to pay for this.” Rodolfo murmured.

Soap slowly nodded. “They will.”

Rodolfo turned back to Roach, taking a deep breath. “With blood.”

You know that one friend group? The one where it doesn’t quite make sense for them to be friends? None of them have any common interests, in fact they seem like polar opposites. Well, that was Rodolfo’s friend group. Rodolfo Parra, Kyle Garrick, Johnny Mactavish, and Gary Sanderson. To outsiders, the most they seemed to have in common was just that they were omegas and they went to the same college together.

Rodolfo Parra was Valedictorian. He was prom queen in high school. Deeply intelligent, top of his class. He wasn’t in any sororities, but he was lead of several organizations in the college and was, generally, known for having a busy schedule. Many wanted him, but none could have him. Though, his eyes were on an alpha who seemed entirely oblivious to his attention.

Generally, too, he was known as frigid and a prude. He wasn’t, he actually had a fair amount of interest in sex, but not with anyone who was offering it. And, his time was precious, he wasn’t going to waste it on just anyone. Anyone but Alejandro, that was, his childhood best friend who he’d been in love with for… probably forever.

Then, of course, there was Kyle Garrick. Everyone called him Gaz, and while he was also incredibly intelligent, he was mostly a jock. He was head of the volleyball team, he also played on the football team, he ran cross country. When he was a kid, he did ballet and gymnastics, too, though he had since dropped out. He was well off, financially, due to his adoptive father, John Price’s money.

He was also in a long term relationship with his adoptive father’s best friend’s adopted son, Alex Keller. They’d been together since Kyle had presented at the age of 14, having presented late, and they were already on the track to marriage. Alex was on the American football team, he was a business major, and he was in a frat, the same, actually, as Alejandro.

Johnny Mactavish, or Soap, was frequently credited as it being a wonder he was even in college. Besides the almost debilitating learning disabilities, he also frequently got in trouble. He boxed, despite being an omega, and he partook in many less than legal activities. He was an art major, and that art often showed up in places it shouldn’t. He did drugs, he slept around, and he had gotten into several fights.

One of his two favorite muses for his art was Ghost Riley. His real first name was Simon, but no one called him that. He, Ghost, and the fourth mentioned omega, had been in a situationship for quite a while, three years, in fact. He was desperate for something committed, but Ghost wasn’t budging.

That fourth mentioned omega, Gary Sanderson, or Roach, was quiet. Timid. He was an entomology major, he was selectively mute from autism and his father abandoning him when he was five. He was also Kyle Garrick’s adopted brother. Nobody really knew much about him, not even his closest friends, not even Ghost or Soap.

He was in the drama club, but he did crew work, running sound and lights. In fact, he was the one credited for the “best sound in the state” and he was frequently put in charge of sound and lights for the entire production, having a small team he liked to boss around to make sure everything was perfect.

No, it didn’t really make sense for them to be friends, but… somehow, though none of them really knew how, they had become friends. Best friends. Nothing would ever split them up.

Definitely not now.

Monday before

Rodolfo leaned against the kitchen island, watching Soap cook. He wasn’t entirely sure what Soap was even cooking, but he was sure it would taste good. Or… it would taste horrendous. There was really no in between. Rodolfo probably wouldn’t eat much of it, on a diet. He was trying to lose weight, so he was just eating a cup of yogurt for dinner and hoping for the best.

He’d noticed, lately, that Alejandro went after omegas a lot skinnier than him, so… Once again, he was trying to desperately change something about himself to get Alejandro to like him. It was exhausting, sometimes, but… he was desperate.

“Why yogurt?” Soap asked, eventually, glancing back at Rodolfo. Soap had voiced a few opinions about this diet that Rodolfo was trying, but he’d backed off when Rodolfo asked him to. “Like… low calorie or whatever, but why yogurt?”

“It’s good for omega health.” Rodolfo shrugged. Admittedly, he didn’t like yogurt very much, but something about it was supposed to be good for their health. Or… something.

Soap raised an eyebrow. “How?? It’s fucking yogurt.”

“I don’t fucking know.” Rodolfo huffed, shaking his head. “The article I read said it was just good for our health!”

Gaz suddenly came into the kitchen, still in his football uniform, though he’d appeared to have taken his shoes off. “It’s good for our PH level, as well as good at preventing yeast infections and it apparently boosts fertility.” He answered, going to the fridge and getting a water bottle out, uncapping it and dumping some kind of powder into it through a funnel. It turned the drink green and Rodolfo almost laughed at the face Soap made at it. “It’s good for digestion, too, and then since it’s dairy, it has calcium, which prevents bone disease.”

“Of course you would know that.” Soap snorted and turned back to the stove. “I don’t think it’s enough to consider a meal.”

“Obviously not.” Gaz laughed, shaking his head. “Not just one cup, anyway. Maybe for breakfast.”

Rodolfo cringed into himself as Soap gestured back to him. “Tell that to Rodolfo. His diet supposedly says it’s a good dinner.” Soap retorted.

“It’s low calorie.” Rodolfo defended as Gaz turned to look at him. “I’m just trying to lose weight… Not all of us have the benefit of being in 80 sports or being a gym rat. My body retains fat more than your bodies do.”

“Yes! In an attractive way!” Gaz immediately exclaimed. “I would kill for your curves and you’re trying to get rid of them?”

“For Alejandro.” Soap snorted, again. “Alejandro likes skinny omegas and Rodolfo has decided he has to fit that.”

“Rodolfo!” Gaz exclaimed.

“Oh fuck you both.” Rodolfo huffed, shaking his head. “Neither of you get it. Ghost wants you, Soap, and Alex is looking for a fucking ring for you, Gaz.” He glared at both of them. “You got the alphas you wanted. Alejandro doesn’t want me.”

“There are other alphas!” Gaz cried, though Soap didn’t answer, avoiding Rodolfo’s eyes. “There are plenty of other alphas, find one! Why do you have to do this to yourself for that one-”

“I don’t want any others!” Rodolfo burst out, fighting the tears that pushed to the surface. “I want Alejandro!”

Gaz quieted, finally, and then he seemed to soften. “Rodolfo…” He murmured and then sighed. “Alejandro is an idiot. You are gorgeous… Please don’t change yourself to fit him… What if you lose weight and he still doesn’t want you?”

Rodolfo went quiet and then he shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Where is Roach?” As soon as he asked it, the other omega popped into the kitchen. “Oh, nevermind. Hello Roach.”

Roach waved hello and then he went over to Soap. ‘Smells good. What are you making?’

“Pasta recipe I found.” Soap answered, humming. He let Roach try a small bite and Roach smiled, telling him that it tasted good.

Gaz sighed, turning to Rodolfo. “Are you going to that party this Saturday?”

“Maybe.” Rodolfo shrugged. “Are you?”

“The whole volleyball team is going. They want us in uniform for some reason.” Gaz shrugged. “Wayne wanted you there…” He sounded like he was holding something Rodolfo wanted in front of his face, some sort of delicacy or currency. But… Rodolfo didn’t want Wayne.

Wayne had made it clear he wanted Rodolfo, though.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Rodolfo simply answered, again. “Alejandro is going, so I’ll probably go for him. Though, he’s probably going to chase another hookup and I’ll feel like shit… Nevermind, maybe not.”

“Actually,” all four were startled by Alex coming into the kitchen, speaking. Right, he had a key to their apartment that they shared and he was over there most nights, despite living in the frat house. “Alejandro won’t be there this Saturday. They sent him off for some reason. He’s talking at one of the high schools, I think.” Alex went over to the fridge, kissing Gaz’s cheek before getting out a soda.

“Hello, man who doesn’t live in our apartment.” Soap huffed. This was a back and forth between them, since Ghost was often over as well. It was mostly affectionate. Mostly.

Alex chuckled. “Evening, Soap.” His accent came out full force and no one missed how red Gaz turned, watching him shift around. “How are ya?”

Soap rolled his eyes.

Rodolfo thought back to Alex’s statement, furrowing his brows. “Wait, on a Saturday?”

“Some assembly.” Alex shrugged. “I don’t know, I didn’t go to that high school.”

“Your bougie ass went to private school, we know.” Soap rolled his eyes.

Alex half grinned. “Anyway, I’m off to practice and then Ghost wanted to hang out later. So, I’ll see all four of you later.” He leaned over and kissed Gaz’s cheek before leaving, waving bye. Everyone waved bye, back.

Soap rolled his eyes. “He’s sweet.” He snorted. “At least he talks to you.”

Gaz raised an eyebrow, and Rodolfo perked up, now curious. “Oh? I thought things with Ghost were going well?”

Roach looked away from them, his expression turning somber. Soap rolled his eyes, clearly irritated. “Yeah, they were… But, now, all of a sudden, he’s… ghosting us. Both of us.” He nudged Roach. “I know he’s probably going through something, and… Alex is usually the only one who can get near him when he is, but… this isn’t fair. We just want to help.”

Rodolfo softened, empathizing with his friend. He went over and hugged Soap from behind, nuzzling his shoulder. “I get it. Alejandro’s bipolar is… a lot for him to handle but fuck if he’ll let me help.”

“It’s infuriating.” Soap glared at the pot. Rodolfo would admit that the food did smell good. Maybe he’d let himself indulge a little and eat some. “It’s like it’s hardwired into alpha brains that they’re just not allowed to accept help, ever!”

“It’s socialization.” Rodolfo shrugged, accepting a bite of the food when Soap offered it and deciding he would definitely indulge and have a plate. “They’re raised to believe they shouldn’t need it.”

‘Well he does! So just let us give it!’ Roach signed, clearly indignant. ‘I hate that he does this… At the very least, how is it fair to us that we have to just… be ignored when he goes off like this??’

Soap agreed and Rodolfo finally pulled away, turning to Gaz, who had hopped up to sit on the counter, pulling his leg up. None of them did anything with food on that counter since one of them was usually sitting on it. All four of them were incredibly hygienic but… well, maybe that was why.

“Your turn.” Soap said, finishing cooking. “What’s up with you and Alex?”

“Nothing.” Gaz shrugged, laying his face on his knee. “Alex and I are perfect. I love him, he loves me.”

Soap groaned and Rodolfo couldn’t help chuckling, softly. “Come on, there has to be… something. He can’t just be the perfect alpha…”

Gaz seemed to hesitate before sighing. “Well, there is… something. I don’t know, sometimes he… gets me too many gifts. I feel bad because he won’t let me get any in return for him, but… he is constantly getting me gifts.”

Soap and Rodolfo both shared an indignant look. “The problem with Alex…” Soap started, staring at Gaz, “is that he… spoils you too much??”

Rodolfo covered his mouth, unable to help laughing softly, especially as Gaz turned dark red and huffed. “You said there had to be something wrong! I told you what was wrong!”

“Oh my god.” Soap shook his head.

Roach looked incredibly amused. ‘They were worse in high school.’ He signed and Soap muttered something in scots before he shook his head. ‘I think it’s sweet. At least Gaz is faring better than us.’

Rodolfo couldn’t deny that, sighing softly. “One of us had to be lucky. I’m happy for you, Gaz.”

Gaz seemed to pause before turning more red. “Did you really mean that Alex is looking for a ring?”

“He dragged Ghost with him to look at them.” Soap sighed, smiling. “He hasn’t found one, yet, as far as I know, but… he’s looking. Wants something perfect.”

Gaz seemed to just melt. “Oh…” He smiled. “Well, you three will be my bridesmaids, obviously.”

“Hell yeah.” Soap grinned, fist pumping. “Well, food time, let’s eat.”

All three immediately agreed.

Right before

Rodolfo made a face as he listened to everyone around him. He really didn’t enjoy parties, but Gaz and Soap had convinced him to go. Why… he didn’t know. He had a feeling they wanted him to find a new alpha to focus his attention on but… he didn’t know.

He didn’t tell them the truth of why he wanted Alejandro so bad. Quiet BPD was so covert and how could he explain to them that Alejandro was his favorite person? That would open a huge can of worms…

He frowned when he saw Roach was there, going over to him. “Roach? Why did you come? You never come to parties?”

‘I got a text from Gaz that he needed me to come!’ Roach answered, furrowing his brows. ‘I didn’t know if it was an emergency or not… So, I came.’

Rodolfo blinked, confused. Even if it had been an emergency, he doubted Gaz would have asked Roach to come… Gaz didn’t like Roach being at these things. “Come on, lets go find him.”

Roach nodded a bit and followed Rodolfo through the frathouse. He had to duck around a few already drunk party goers. He hadn’t grabbed anything since none of it was diet, so he was fully sober and… jesus christ. He’d never been sober for the entirety of one of these, before.

Everyone was really loud and kind of obnoxious and he just was not enjoying being around them. No matter, he could just ignore them, but… he didn’t know if Roach had that ability. Even still, he gently guided Roach across the house until he found where Gaz was hanging out with the other members of the volleyball team. “Gaz!” He called.

Gaz turned to look at him and it was fairly obvious that he wasn’t fully sober. “Rudy!” Gaz grinned and came over. They’d never found out why the volleyball team had needed to be in uniform, but all of them were. “Roach??” Gaz frowned, immediately, as soon as he got to them. “Why are you here?”

“He said you texted him!” Rodolfo answered, frowning and glancing at Roach, who nodded in confirmation. Poor kid looked deeply uncomfortable, hunching into himself.

Gaz shook his head. “No I didn’t,” he said as he pat his pockets before frowning even more. “Shit. Where’s my bloody phone??” He glanced back at the team and then shook his head. “Here, let me find you somewhere quiet and then I’ll look for my phone. Maybe I accidentally texted you, though I don’t remember texting anyone to come. Hold on.”

He led them upstairs to where the bedrooms were and Rodolfo stayed close to Roach, watching him to make sure he was okay. “Here.” Gaz said when he found an empty bedroom. “Just stay in here, close the door so no one comes in.”

Rodolfo nudged Roach into the room and smiled, softly. “I’m gonna go find Soap, okay?”

Roach nodded, though he looked a little irritated. However, he didn’t sign anything and just went and climbed onto the bed, crossing his arms. Rodolfo decided to assume it was just because he’d been called there for no reason and not because they may have been kind of treating him like a child.

So, he shook it off and closed the door. Gaz sighed. “I’m going to go look for my phone but I really don’t think I texted him. Do you think… maybe Soap did and he misunderstood or?”

“I don’t know.” Rodolfo shook his head. He doubted someone got their hands on Gaz’s phone, since Gaz had a pretty secure password on his phone. “I’ll go get Soap, I’m sure he’s drunk so he’ll be all over Roach and he can keep him occupied up here.”

Gaz nodded a bit. He’d been apprehensive about Soap and Roach getting together, but Rodolfo had managed to get him to come around. It’d been a bit like pulling teeth but Soap made Roach happy and vice versa so… Gaz had eventually warmed up to the idea. Especially after watching Soap do the Terminator Stride across the fucking campus because someone had called Roach the R slur.

Rodolfo still was surprised that the kid had made it out alive.

He glanced around the living room, trying to spot his very recognizable friend. Well, he didn’t find Soap but he did see Alex with a friend of Alejandro’s, Valeria. She was an alpha and… Rodolfo didn’t really like her but he tried to keep it cordial.

He went over, tapping Alex’s shoulder. “Alex, have you seen Soap?”

Alex raised an eyebrow as he turned around. “No, why?” He tilted his head. “Oh, wait, yes I did. I saw him in the kitchen, he seemed upset about something. Why?”

“Roach is here… he claims that Gaz invited him but-”

“Gaz wouldn’t do that.” Alex shook his head. “I get it. Yeah, like I said, Soap was in the kitchen, last I saw him.” He nudged his head in the direction of the kitchen.

“Thanks.” Rodolfo relaxed, glad he at least had somewhere to start. He headed towards the kitchen and relaxed even more when he heard Soap’s very distinct voice come from it.

He seemed to be joking around so Rodolfo was glad to hear he was in a good mood. Right when he got to the doorway, however, he jumped back as Wayne suddenly stepped in front of him. “Rodolfo! Hey!” Wayne smiled, softly.

He was one of the higher members of the frat and he’d been trying to court Rodolfo the entire four years they’d been there. He felt bad, he was sure Wayne was a great alpha, but he had another alpha on his mind. So, he cringed back a bit. “Hey, Wayne… I need to… to…” He stopped as he saw Soap was following someone to the backyard. Great, now he’d have to track him down out there.

He went to just go around Wayne, but Wayne again stopped him. “I was wondering if you’d maybe want to go out tomorrow? Nothing super fancy, just lunch or something.”

Rodolfo winced, glancing around Wayne. “I… I’m sorry. I can’t. I…” Quick, make an excuse. “Gaz and I were going to hang out and I don’t want to bail, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it can be a different day, then!” Wayne shook his head. “I’m free for a little bit. What day works better for you?”

Rodolfo tried not to get mildly irritated. “Uh… I’m gonna be busy the next few days…” Through the window, he saw Gaz had caught up to Soap and he relaxed, hoping Gaz was going to send Soap up. “We can… can hang out, now, if you want.” He decided to throw Wayne a bone.

“Oh?” Wayne appeared to perk up before he was grinning. “Awesome! Here, can I grab you a drink?”

“Oh… no thanks.” Rodolfo shook his head. “Nothing is diet.”

Wayne frowned and then shrugged. “Hang on, I’ll be right back.” He then left, appearing to jog upstairs, and Rodolfo furrowed his brows, a bit confused. Oh well, Alejandro and Alex were the same.

He came back down, a bit later, and Rodolfo softened as he saw a can of diet seltzer, some sort of mango flavor. “Here.” Wayne held it out. “I went ahead and opened it, though… I dunno, I can’t really think of an excuse why.”

Rodolfo smiled, shyly. Wayne was sweet… “Where did you get it?”

“Oh, I stole it from one of the other members. He’ll get so fucked up, tonight, that I’ll lie and say he drank it.”

Rodolfo laughed, softly, and sipped it, softly. It was a bit salty, which was an odd sensation, but he decided that might be due to the carbonation. “Thank you…”

Wayne shrugged. “Anything for you.” He smiled and then he was gently tugging Rodolfo away from the kitchen and to a more secluded corner. “How have you been?”

“Fine.” Rodolfo nodded, continuing to sip the drink. He was dog shit at small talk, so he just wasn’t planning to bother, sure Wayne would catch on. “I typically don’t come to these, but my friends begged me to. Mentioned you asked for me to come?”

Wayne seemed to turn a bright red and rubbed the back of his neck, appearing sheepish. “Yeah… I uh… I don’t really get to see you unless you’re at a party. Well, and if Vargas ends up abandoning you.”

Rodolfo flinched and looked at the floor. That was a low blow, Wayne didn’t need to say that. “I um… I think I should go find my friend.” He said, suddenly not wanting to be here and talking to Wayne.

Wayne, however, seemed to almost panic. “Wait, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that… I just… I don’t like how Vargas treats you.”

Rodolfo paused and then softened, unable to help it. Someone had noticed… Yeah, his friends do, but he complained about him all the time. He would hope they’d notice. “What do you mean?” He asked, maybe being a bit coy.

Wayne shrugged, “he treats you like you don’t exist, half the time. I… You deserve better.”

Rodolfo melted and hugged himself. “He’s my best friend.” He still felt the need to defend Alejandro, since it wasn’t Alejandro’s fault that he wasn’t in love with Rodolfo.

Wayne shook his head. “You still don’t deserve that.”

Rodolfo flushed and then drank some more of his seltzer. He noticed that his head felt a little heavy and he frowned, since he didn’t usually get drunk or tipsy off of one seltzer. He checked the alcohol proof, seeing that it was only 10%. He’d drank seltzers with more and felt less affected than this.

“I um…” He tried to remember what he was going to say, furrowing his brows. “I think I should sit down.”

“Are you okay?” Wayne asked, sounding concerned. “You look pale? Do you want to lay down?”

Rodolfo closed his eyes for a moment, feeling suddenly so unbelievably tired. He really hadn’t drank that much, how was he this drunk already? Maybe laying down was a good idea…

He nodded and then started to follow Wayne up the stairs, which ended up being a challenge because he was struggling to get his feet to cooperate. Maybe it was the diet… aspartame usually made alcohol have a stronger effect.

He leaned heavily into Wayne, needing the support. His skin started to feel hot and he tried to fan himself, since this was so unbearably unpleasant. Finally, they made it to a room and he was guided to a bed, where he immediately laid down, lulling his head to the side.

He closed his eyes and then he was opening them to someone yelling. His entire body hurt, his head was full of fog…

He became aware that someone was sobbing into his chest, looking down and recognizing Roach, who had a jacket wrapped around his shoulders. His head was bleeding and he was bruised all over, from the looks of it.

The yelling.

He looked to his right, trying to clear his vision enough to see that Soap was on the floor, someone on top of him and choking him out. Rodolfo didn’t even thing about it, just shoved Roach off and ran over, slamming into whoever was on top of Soap as hard as he can, sending them both flying across the room.

The sensation of sliding on carpet made Rodolfo aware he was completely naked, but he didn’t care, trying to find the will to drag himself to his feet so he could keep fighting. But, instead, he was only kicked down, gasping and coughing for air.

Soap, however, seemed to have recovered much faster, grabbing whoever it was and shoving them out of the room before promptly shutting the door and locking it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Soap cried and frantically glanced around the room before he was coming over and helping Rudy up.

“You need to get dressed, we need to go!” Soap said and Rodolfo flinched hard at the sound of heavy banging on the door. Carefully, Soap helped them both get dressed and then he was moving them to the window where Rodolfo became aware that Gaz was, helping them climb out.

When did Gaz get there? Why did he get there?

Whatever, Rodolfo just climbed onto Gaz’s back when prompted, whimpering with pain, and let Gaz carry him to Soap’s busted up old jeep, carefully climbing in when he could. Roach climbed in, next, and curled up to Rodolfo tears streaming down his face.

“Everyone but Alex and Alejandro were in on it.” Soap muttered. “I heard someone joking about it, that’s how I found out.”

“Fuck.” Gaz cursed, hitting his hands against the steering wheel. Why was he driving?

“Let’s go,” Soap said, shaking his head. “We need to go, now.”

Gaz just nodded and then peeled out of the parking lot.

The week after

Rodolfo relaxed when the test results came back negative on everything for both of them and they drove to the apartment where Gaz and Soap had supposedly ordered a fuck ton of pizza. Good, Rodolfo was starving.

He’d given up on that diet, it sounded so… silly, now. Losing weight just to be skinny for an alpha. There were darker beasts, there were bigger monsters. Alejandro had texted him a few times. He and Ghost seemed to have been vaguely aware that something had happened, but they didn’t seem to know what.

None of them planned to tell them, either.

Rodolfo didn’t blame any of their three alphas… But, he didn’t want them to know. He didn’t want to cause issues. They hadn’t quite decided what they were doing, yet. In fact, that’s what they were planning to discuss that night, but they knew they didn’t want them getting caught up in it. It had sort of been unanimously agreed upon.

He let Roach get out, first, so he could watch him and then he carefully got out, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t sure how this night was going to go and he’d be honest, it scared him a little. But, things needed to be paid for, and so this meeting was necessary. But how would they make them pay?

With blood.

The worst part was that he wasn’t even sure he wanted to fight against this idea. Neither Rodolfo nor Roach felt safe in their own homes… They didn’t feel safe sleeping at night. Gaz had had to switch to online classes and he’d barely let Alex touch him. Apparently, Alex didn’t know who had sent out the pictures, though it was fairly obvious who.

Rodolfo had gently asked if Gaz planned to tell him and Gaz had just lost it on him. “Rudy, I’ll be fucking lucky if he still wants to marry me! Fuck telling him that his frat sent my pictures everywhere!” Rodolfo didn’t really think Gaz had to worry about that but… he wasn’t going to tell Gaz that his fear wasn’t valid, either.

Rodolfo, himself, just felt… ruined after what had happened. Which was silly, he wasn’t a virgin, and neither was Roach. He’d had plenty of sex before… He’d had plenty of sex that he definitely regretted, but none of it had made him feel quite so tattered… so… damaged. He hated this feeling, this need to rip his own skin off to feel cleansed…

Taking a deep breath, he shook it off as he and Roach reached the door, unsure when they’d even started to walk up to the apartment. He was sure they’d locked the car and he certainly didn’t want to go back to find out. So, he just unlocked the door, rushing in and locking it again, very quickly, once Roach was inside.

Roach went and just sort of curled up to Gaz, who was on the couch. Soap was setting up a few pizza boxes, sitting on the floor, and he had a notebook set out with a couple pens. “Gaz and I talked while the pizza was arriving… Halloween.”

Rodolfo tilted his head as he crossed the room to sit on the floor with Soap, noting that the TV was on, though the volume was low. “Halloween?”

“Whatever we do… the best time to do it will be Halloween.” Gaz answered, pulling Roach into his lap and then wrapping around him. Roach seemed to settle in a bit more happily and Rodolfo could hear him purr softly. Gaz also seemed to relax, petting Roach’s hair and sighing. “We can be masked and… Alpha Theta Mu will be hosting a massive Halloween party, so…”

“Easier access. Would also make sense for us to be there.” Soap finished and then looked at Rodolfo. “The whole frat is pretty much required to go, so… everyone would be there.”

“Yes.” Rodolfo agreed, though he immediately had a problem with it. “So will Alex and Alejandro.”

Gaz and Soap both seemed to wince. “Hadn’t thought of that…” Gaz admitted and put his chin on Roach’s head, seeming to consider. “We’ll have to find a way to keep them home, I guess…”

“Or away from whatever we do.” Soap nodded. “What… do we plan to do?”

Well, Rodolfo had a few ideas. “Well… I have one idea but I know that… It's insane. But… for a different idea, we could kill ourselves.”

“They won’t bloody care about that!” Gaz laughed and Rodolfo couldn’t honestly blame him. “They’d point and laugh.”

Rodolfo shrugged and then sighed, since he couldn’t disagree. “Then… let’s kill them.” He glanced around, seeing none of the three seemed to be disagreeing with the idea, though they did avoid looking at him or each other. “What if they’ve done similar to others? What if they decide to do worse to us?? They’ve already attempted to destroy Gaz’s life-”

“What if we go to prison?” Soap asked, sighing. “Murder is… a heavy charge. Mass murder is heavier.”

Rodolfo shook his head. “If it looks like we’ll get caught, then… we’ll kill ourselves. Gaz’s life is already on the path to destruction because of them. If we let them continue to… exist, what will they do to the rest of us three?”

Roach moved so he could get his hands free and then he was signing, ‘our dad will be destroyed…’

Rodolfo bit the inside of his lip and his shoulders dropped. Professor Price would be destroyed. So would Laswell and her wife. So, he sat up, straightening his shoulders and setting his chin parallel with the floor. “You’re right. So… I’ll take the fall. I’ll confess to everything and I’ll kill myself.”

“No-” Soap immediately said, lunging forward and taking Rodolfo’s hand. “No! I’m not going to let you do that! You’re my best friend…”

Rodolfo softened. “I know… but it’s what needs to be done, Soap.”

Gaz had been silent the entire time, staring at the coffee table. Suddenly, his demeanor changed and he was chuckling softly, shaking his head. He leaned forward, dragging Roach with him and grabbing a slice of pizza. “Don’t be dramatic, Rodolfo. No one needs to die. Or… none of us four do.”

Rodolfo and Soap both slowly turned to look at Gaz, who had leaned back, now eating his pizza. “What do you mean?” Soap asked, narrowing his eyes.

“We’ll just frame someone. Wayne has an omega sister. We’ll frame her.” Gaz shrugged. “Her name is Lyla or something… She has three friends, too, and she’s known to be… vindictive. We’ll cook up some reason why she would kill her brother and his frat and then… we’ll fake their suicides. Leave the confession in the note.”

“What about our DNA?” Rodolfo asked, tilting his head, though he was starting to like this plan. Ultimate get back at Wayne… framing his sister for his murder. He liked it. He liked it a lot.

“We’ll be at the party.” Soap spoke up and he was starting to half grin, nodding. “I like it… I mean, we don’t plan to slaughter everyone there, right? Just… the frat. It wouldn’t be unreasonable for us to just… escape.”

Oh Rodolfo really liked this idea. “Alright. Let’s fucking do it. But… how many people do you estimate will be there?”

“Probably close to a hundred.” Gaz winced. “Maybe more…”

That would be a bit of a problem. Four against a hundred weren’t great odds. “Then… we need to find a way to separate the frat from everyone else.” Rodolfo sighed, shaking his head. “Make sure everyone else leaves but the frat doesn’t. Or… everyone is just inhibited enough that they can’t really fight us or identify us.”

“Well, the identify can be done by changing our costumes.” Gaz shrugged. “Lyla is a cheerleader and so are her friends. I think I could get my hands on a couple uniforms. As well as masks. But, you’re right about that first part…”

“Molly.” Soap shrugged. “I could get an ass ton of it from a couple friends. Volunteer to bring the beer.”

“Too unreliable, what if not enough people drink it?” Gaz asked, frowning. “We need to make sure that they’ll drink it…”

“One of us needs to get rid of everything else.” Rodolfo sighed, leaning back on his hands. “Someone quick.”

Roach bit his lip before signing, ‘I can usually go unnoticed… I could sneak in if someone keeps them distracted and steal everything and stash it somewhere.’

“Alright…” Rodolfo nodded, liking that idea, too. “How do we get the molly into the beer?”

“Dad and Laswell own a brewery.” Gaz shrugged. “I’m sure we could unseal and reseal bottles there. Pop the drugs in and then… reseal the bottles before sending them off.”

“While this plan is definitely coming together,” Soap suddenly spoke up, sighing, and suddenly looking disappointed. “Alex and Alejandro. What do we do about them?”

Gaz considered and then sighed. “I don’t know. We’ll figure that out. If anything… Soap, you don’t play much of a part, maybe you could… get injured or-”

“Wait!” Rodolfo cut him off, suddenly getting an idea. “Ghost hates halloween! His brother died on Halloween!” He then paused, seeing all three of them stare at him oddly. “Sorry, a bit too bombastic.” He mumbled and then got out his laptop, pulling up pictures of a cabin. “Alejandro’s family has a cabin up in the mountains. If… it was suggested, I think they’d blow off their frat to take him up there to take his mind off of the holiday.”

All three of the others seemed to consider before Soap was nodding. “Yeah, I think that’s good.” Soap agreed. “Makes me feel a lot better about Ghost, too… He won’t have to be alone on the holiday.”

“Whatever we do, however,” Rodolfo continued, grabbing his own slice of pizza. “Wayne is mine. I get to kill him. Agreed?”

All three seemed to somber before they were nodding. “Agreed.” Gaz mumbled and Soap repeated it. “We’ll split the rest up evenly.”

So the plans were set.

The week before Halloween

The month came and went without incident. Gaz returned back to classes and he pretended nothing had happened. Rodolfo became cordial with the frat, again, though he talked to Alejandro less and less. He would even smile at Wayne when he saw him in passing, hell he’d even made casual conversation. It was rather funny, honestly, to see Wayne’s perplexed expression as Rodolfo waved at him.

They’d carefully prepared the beer, pretending to show interest in the business to Price and Laswell and then something had mysteriously called them away, so they’d brought in the prepackaged beer they’d had and drugged the bottles with the molly that Soap had gathered. They’d gathered boring halloween costumes, going basic but recognizable. Rodolfo was a zombie, Gaz was an angel, Soap was a sexy nurse, and Roach was a faery.

Rodolfo had just picked up the costumes, in fact, with Roach. They sat in the back of his car, folded neatly in boxes.

He parked and then jumped when someone knocked on his window a minute later, checking on Roach who had screamed rather loudly. He softened when he saw Alejandro outside his window, frowning a little and rolling down the window. “Alejandro?”

Alejandro looked like shit. He supposed he hadn’t been talking to him much, but… this seemed a little extreme. “Valeria said she saw you with Wayne at a party a month ago and I know… I know this isn’t the time but you’ve not been talking to me and… I know you probably don’t feel the same but… but… I…” He seemed to hesitate and become unsure of himself.

Rodolfo frowned and gently told Roach to stay in the car before getting out, shaking his head. “No, I wasn’t with Wayne.” He lied, not wanting to pretend he had been but not wanting to tell the truth of what had happened. “What are you saying, Alejandro?”

“I… fuck…” Alejandro shoved his hand through his hair. “I’m in love with you and I know it’s dumb but… God, I’m so desperate for you to love me back and I know you probably never will so I’m hoping that you’ll just reject me, now, and then I can move on.”

Rodolfo was in shock and also awe, staring at Alejandro. “What?”

“I’m sorry…”

“No, wait,” Rodolfo stammered, shaking his head. “You’re in love with me?”

“Stupidly, yes.” Alejandro nodded. Rodolfo could see that his hands were shaking and, for a moment, he worried this might be mania. But, Alejandro couldn’t lie when Manic. Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure why but his filter just came off and he was horrible honest. To a detriment. “I know you’re likely not in love with me, but-”

Rodolfo clenched his jaw. This was horrible timing… He wasn’t sure how the party was going to go and if things went wrong and he had to take the fall, Alejandro would feel awful… “I… Can… Can we wait for when you come back after Halloween? I’m not rejecting you, I just… I need to think about things. This is a lot…” He lied. Maybe he should fully reject Alejandro, but… just in case things went well, he wanted to leave this open.

God, he wanted this more than anything.

Alejandro seemed almost confused by his answer but nodded. “Of course… I… Of course. I… Coming to your apartment and confronting you at your car feels kind of ridiculous, now.”

Rodolfo wasn’t even sure he was processing the situation, so he just shrugged. “When will you three be back?”

“Week after Halloween.”

“We can talk about it, then.” Rodolfo offered, smiling a little. “We’ll go get dinner or something and discuss things, okay?”

Alejandro seemed to relax and nodded. “Thank you… Thank you, Rodolfo.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” What horrible, horrible timing. Why wasn’t Rodolfo feeling… more? He hardly felt anything. Was he really that numb? Was he really so numb that he just wasn’t feeling anything over this? No….

He did feel something… He felt sort of hopeful, but it was barely there. “Um… Roach and I were going to go in so we could eat…” Rodolfo said and Alejandro winced.

“Right, right. I need to go home and pack, anyway. We’re leaving, tomorrow. I… Thank you. Here, can I walk you and Roach up to the door?” Alejandro asked and that did get an emotion because Rodolfo almost swooned over how sweet that was.

Rodolfo looked back at Roach, who was still in the car, and Roach nodded a bit. He looked exhausted, which… was fair. They’d both been out for a while that day, picking up those costumes. Gaz should have already grabbed their cheerleader outfits, though Soap was apparently not going to be wearing a cheerleader outfit. Instead, he was going to be swapping to one of the frat member’s costume once they were dead, since he could fake the build fairly well, and he’d be killing the ones that fled by gaining their trust.

“Sure.” Rodolfo answered, since… honestly, they’d both feel a lot safer if Alejandro walked them to the door. “Hey, um… is there a reason Ghost is hardly talking to Soap and Roach?” He asked as he helped Roach out of the car.

Roach seemed to immediately glare at him but Rodolfo only shrugged, not feeling bad. They wanted to know, and so did Rodolfo. Alejandro winced. “I… I… Yeah. But… I’ve sort of promised not to tell anyone.”

Rodolfo narrowed his eyes at Alejandro, who appeared to almost squirm under his gaze. “Look, I understand that it’s potentially jeopardizing my chances but… He’s my friend, I can’t… do that to him. He trusted me with a secret.”

Rodolfo dropped his shoulders and just sighed, since he got it. Alejandro was being loyal… he’d hope anyone else would do the same for him. “Alright. I’ll accept that.”

Roach didn’t look like he wanted to, but Rodolfo nudged him and Roach softened, sighing. Finally, they started to walk up to the apartment, falling into silence. When they reached the door, Roach went in first, waving bye to Alejandro before immediately beelining to Soap, who was in the kitchen and cooking dinner.

Rodolfo turned back to Alejandro and smiled, softly. “I… I um… Regardless of whatever decision we come to… I’m… grateful that you were in my life. Don’t forget that.”

Alejandro frowned and looked like he wanted to speak but Rodolfo just quickly went in, said goodnight, and then closed the door. Thankfully, Alejandro didn’t knock on the door and try to talk to him, so he went to the kitchen, where Soap was cooking. “Gaz got the outfits.” Soap informed Rodolfo as he came in. “Did you get the costumes?”

“I did.” Rodolfo nodded and relaxed. “Looks like everything is set for Friday.”

Soap chuckled, feeding a bite of the food to Roach, who was sitting on the counter. “Can’t wait.”

Despite his initial hesitancies, he seemed to be the most excited. In fact, he’d bought a baseball bat and stuck nails into it, intending that to be his weapon until he changed his outfit, and then he had a couple of knives like Gaz would be using.

Rodolfo had been… kind of a nerd in middle school so he knew how to sword fight. He didn’t know if he was super adept but… he was sure he’d do fine against a bunch of frat assholes who didn’t have swords. Especially since he’d found two long thin but very sharp blades.

Roach had been very quiet about what weapon he planned to use, but… Rodolfo had started to notice boxes were showing up in his room, though he wouldn’t talk about it.

Rodolfo went to the long box that had his blades in them, opening it and touching them, carefully. Shoulder sheaths which would strap over his chest. All of their weapons were going to wait in the car until they were needed.

“Can’t wait.” Rodolfo agreed and closed the box, again.

Friday rolled around and Rodolfo was now watching himself in the mirror as he dressed himself, careful about his makeup before turning and startling at Gaz, who was in his doorway. “We’re still doing this, right?” Gaz asked, already in his angel costume.

God, Gaz was gorgeous. White, torn jean shorts, an oversized grey sweater which showed most of his shoulders and collarbones. White knee highs and sneakers as well as fairly delicate white wings which hung sort of crooked. Rodolfo envied his friend, wishing he was as slim and pretty as him.

Despite Alejandro’s confession, insecurity had still dug at Rodolfo, making him wonder why Alejandro had never told him before. Alejandro had always been so confident, why wouldn’t he just confess to Rodolfo? It’d eaten away at him, telling him everything that was wrong with him, until he couldn’t handle it, anymore.

He shook it off and smiled. “Of course.” He nodded, turning back to the mirror. He’d kept the makeup light, easy to wash off, though they’d be in masks when they changed their costumes. “Have to, at this rate, we’ve gone through all of the trouble of preparing, haven’t we?”

“Definitely.” Gaz met his eyes in the mirror, looking to almost relax. “I… want them to pay. For everything they’ve done.”

“Oh, they will.” Rodolfo promised, straightening his shirt and then turning back to Gaz. “We’re still meeting Soap and Roach there, right?”

“Yes.” Gaz answered and leaned against his doorframe, looking awkward and crossing his arms. “Have you talked to Alejandro? Alex won’t answer his phone.”

“No,” Rodolfo answered, touching up his mouth. “But, it is Halloween, they’re probably focused on Ghost.”

“I hope so…” Gaz furrowed his brows and then sighed, shaking his head. “Anyway, I’m going to go ahead and get everything in the car.”

“I’ll meet you down there.” Rodolfo promised.

When he was done with his makeup, he finally pulled his shoes on and then grabbed the last case of beer, rushing down to the car as fast as possible, before his anxiety could catch up to him. He checked on everything and made sure it was all perfect, before they headed to the party.

Once there, Rodolfo found Wayne and a few of the others were in a state of pandemonium, Wayne yelling at a smaller alpha, his name was Toby. “You fucking dumbass! If you bought the alcohol, where is it?”

Rodolfo went up to them, amused. “Wayne?” He asked, feigning confusion. “What’s going on?”

Wayne seemed to startle and then turned to Rodolfo, softening as he saw him. “Oh, Rudy. Hey…” Don’t call him that, he wasn’t allowed to. He was Rodolfo. “This idiot forgot the alcohol.”

Rodolfo blinked and then glanced back at Gaz for a moment. “Oh… Well, you’re in luck! Gaz’s dad gave us a bunch of beer for tonight. You know… under the table. We got quite a few cases of it, we could bring it in until you guys get a chance to get out and get more alcohol?”

Wayne paused and then grinned. “God, you’re brilliant. Hell yeah, that’s perfect.”

Rodolfo relaxed and then nodded his head to Gaz, who left before coming back in with most of the beer, making two trips. They both helped them set up and Rodolfo grabbed one that he knew wasn’t drugged, while Gaz feigned not wanting to get drunk that night.

Soap and Roach arrived a moment later and they met up somewhere quiet while others started to arrive. “Toby…” Rodolfo murmured, glancing at the alpha who was now being kind of gross with an omega. He saw Wayne interacting with a trio of cheerleaders. The tallest, who Rodolfo had been informed was his sister, what was her name again? Anyway, she didn’t look happy, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Wayne.

Wayne rolled his eyes and said something which really seemed to set her off and she stormed off. So, Rodolfo decided to take the opportunity. “One of you three lure Toby away. He’s close to Soap’s build and his costume has a mask on it. I’m going to take care of the sister.”

“Got it.” Soap nodded, though, of course, he had to take a moment to touch the wings on Roach’s back, both making eyes at each other, before Soap was leaving and Rodolfo saw him meet up with Toby, touching his arm and immediately flirting with him.

Rodolfo noted the way Roach immediately turned away, looking upset. He gently touched Roach’s arm to assure him and shared a glance with Gaz before turning and quickly following after Wayne’s sister. He followed her out to where several other cars were parked, seeing her go to one and light a cigarette. “Hey!” He called, jogging over to her.

She looked startled, turning to look at Rodolfo and pausing before frowning. “You’re that omega my brother has a crush on.”

“You’re his sister, right?”

“Yeah, Lia.” She nodded. “What do you want?”

Rodolfo didn’t bother to be fancy with his words, glancing around before grabbing her and yanking her down to the ground. He sat on her while she struggled, covering her mouth so no one could hear her scream. He probably should have done something a bit more… clean, but instead, he just grabbed a rock and hit her over the head with it, knocking her out pretty quickly and dragging her to the car, shoving her in after tying her up.

He dug around in her pockets until he found her keys and grinned, knowing how they’d have her kill herself now. Pocketing them, he got out of the car and closed and locked it. The inside locks had been sawed off so they couldn’t be pulled back out and Gaz had somehow disabled the buttons, so the only way to get out was through the keyfob, which he had.

He saw Gaz was dragging another girl over, recognizing one of Lia’s cheerleader friends. “She…” Gaz panted and shoved her in front of Rodolfo. “She… followed Lia out…” he huffed. “What do we do with her?”

Rodolfo held up the keys. “Kill her.” He shrugged. “Lia killed her and the other and then drove off a bridge.”

“Genius.” Gaz nodded before he was getting out a knife, smoothly slitting her throat and just shoving her somewhere she wouldn’t be seen. “Roach is getting the other.”

“Go tell him to just kill them and I’ll go see if Toby has been taken care of.” Rodolfo said. “Once this is all done, we’ll change and get started.”

“Rog.” Gaz joked and then they were heading inside, again, splitting off. Rodolfo ended up being the one to find Roach, seeing he was being borderline harrassed by another alpha, who kept calling him “Bug Boy”.

“Come on, bug boy, loosen up for a night…”

Roach glared at the alpha but then Rodolfo was tilting his head at seeing Toby smoothly slide up beside Roach, his arm snaking around Roach’s waste. He had his mask on and it appeared covered in blood, but the alpha didn’t even seem affected. “Fuck off.” Toby- No, Rodolfo would recognize his best friend’s voice, anywhere.

Soap growled at the other alpha who immediately shrank back and left. Rodolfo shook his head, kind of amused. He went over to them and smiled. “Was the other taken care of?”

Roach nodded. ‘Gaz told me what to do. Let’s go get changed.’

Rodolfo agreed and they both said goodbye to Soap before finding Gaz and going outside to get changed. They kept watch while each changed and then Rodolfo strapped his blades to his chest. It’d been a while since he was in one of these uniforms. He hadn’t missed the shoes at all.

Roach seemed unhappy with the outfit, trying to tug the skirt down in the back. ‘Isn’t this inappropriate?’

“It’s better for movement.” Gaz explained and chuckled, softly. “You look pretty?”

Roach just glared at him and unhappily put the mask on. They were simple, white theatre masks. Rodolfo’s was tragedy, Roach’s was comedy, and Gaz’s was apathy. He hadn’t even been aware apathy was a mask you could get.

Rodolfo jokingly grabbed Lia’s poms from where they’d been discarded, shaking them before doing a quick cheer which had him kicking his leg back and putting one pom on his hip, the other in the air. “Let’s go, cowboys, let’s go!”

Gaz laughed, shaking his head. “Cowboys?”

“Vaqueros.” Rodolfo nodded. “¡Venga Vaqueros!” He did the mimes of shooting pistols along with the jumps. “We had English cheers, obviously, and a few Spanish ones. Alejandro played on the football team. Center midfielder, and I cheered.”

Gaz looked impressed, having pushed his mask up to his head. “I never knew you did sports.”

“No one considers Cheer a sport.” Rodolfo answered, shrugging. “It was a pain.”

“I know, that’s why I don’t fucking do it.” Gaz laughed, just sort of shaking the poms. “Hey, weren’t you prom queen?”

“I was!” Rodolfo nodded. “Top of my graduating class, too.”

“Man, you really are an overachiever.” Gaz laughed and then shrugged. “Anyway, are we…” He gestured back to the frat house.

Excitement overtook Rodolfo again and he put the mask fully on his face, grinning. “¡Vamos!”

Roach perked up and then he was getting out a box. It was rather large and he headed around to the back, so Gaz grabbed Soap’s baseball bat and then closed the trunk before they were following Roach around to the back and then inside. Soap was quick to meet up with them, taking his baseball bat back. “Knives won’t be necessary, I’m just gonna use this.” Soap sighed. “Since I didn’t end up walking around with it.”

“Perfect.” Gaz said and then he and Soap were fistbumping. “How are things going in here? People drinking plenty of beer?”

Soap laughed. “Oh yeah. Several have already passed out. Wayne… took an omega up to his room. Rudy, you want to-”

“On it.” Rodolfo already said, sliding past them. “Take care of whoever you can in the meantime.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Soap chuckled and then Rodolfo heard them both leave. He just smoothly marched up the stairs.

He wasn’t planning on killing Wayne just yet. He just wanted to make sure he couldn’t leave or escape. He found Wayne’s room purely on memory, despite how drugged he’d been the last time he’d been there. He knocked before just opening the door, surprised it wasn’t locked.

Wayne was quick to jump off of the omega he was on, covering himself. Rodolfo noticed the way the omega didn’t immediately move, her head just lulling to the side. “Get out of here!” Wayne growled.

Rodolfo rolled his eyes and went over to the bed, looking at the omega on it and gently making sure she was covered by a sheet. Slowly, he reached up and pulled out one of the blades, turning to Wayne. “Kneel.”

“Get out.” Wayne repeated, snarling. “Leave.”

“No.” Rodolfo answered, going back to the door and shutting it, locking it. “Kneel.” He repeated, turning back to Wayne. “Or I’ll force you to.”

“How?” Wayne snarled, flexing in an attempt to make himself look bigger.

Rodolfo tilted his head and then he looked at the blade, seeing it glint in the dim light of the moon streaming through the window. He looked at Wayne and went up to him, dragging the tip across the skin of Wayne’s chest, watching blood bead up as Wayne tensed and his face scrunched in slight pain. “It’s sharp. Kneel.”

Wayne was very quick to get on his knees, then, and Rodolfo could only just laugh, reaching up and pushing the mask to the top of his head, seeing Wayne’s eyes widen with recognition. “Rodolfo…” He breathed.

“Yes.” Rodolfo confirmed and went around behind Wayne. “I want you to sit up here and I want you to think about what’s going to happen to you.” He looked around before finding some rope, rolling his eyes. Wayne, shockingly, didn’t fight him off too hard as he tied him up, his eyes just watching him with silent horror.

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. But… it’s going to hurt.” Rodolfo shrugged, making Wayne sit against the window. He stuffed a sock into his mouth before putting tape over it, so he couldn’t scream. Then, he crouched down, tapping Wayne’s left foot with his sword. “Left or right?”

Wayne’s eyes widened and that certainly put a fight into him because he was suddenly screaming through the gag and Rodolfo nodded. “You’re right. Both.” He moved and raised the blade before jolting and turning to look behind him as the door was suddenly bursting open, Gaz bursting in.

“Rudy! Alex, Alejandro, and Ghost are here!”

“What?!” Rodolfo shrieked, staring at him in horror. “How do you know??”

“Soap saw them!” Gaz cried. “They didn’t recognize him.”

Frustration roze in Rodolfo’s chest until he was screaming and bringing the blade down across Wayne’s ankles, cleanly splitting through them while Wayne’s face contorted in pain. “Fuck!” Rodolfo quickly roze to his feet and shook his head. “Get her the fuck out of here. Just… put her somewhere she’ll be left alone!” He gestured to the omega on the bed, who still didn’t look conscious.

Gaz nodded and quickly went to the omega, putting a shirt on her and then carrying her out.

Rodolfo turned back to Wayne and crouched back down. “You earned everything that happens tonight.” He hissed before standing and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. He started to look around, vaguely aware his shoes were covered in blood.

He jolted when someone grabbed his arm, relaxing when he saw Soap. “Soap, I heard about the alphas arriving.”

“Ghost found Roach.” Soap quickly said. “Roach ran away, but he knows that Roach, at least, is here. It won’t be hard for them to realize we are, as well.”

“Fuck.” Rodolfo cursed and shook his head. “What the fuck do we do?”

Soap cringed, though it was hard to see under the mask. “I don’t know… Maybe Roach could distract them?? Get them to leave??”

Rodolfo decided that might have to be the best option. He and Soap quickly rushed downstairs, avoiding where people were, and Soap quickly led him down to the basement.

Rodolfo was blown away by the sheer amount of blood, but Soap paid no mind to it, just guiding Rodolfo over to a small closet, where they could see Roach was crouched down, two bloody poms discarded behind him. Two frat members were sitting with their backs to each other and Roach appeared to be putting something on them.

As they got closer, they could see that both of the frat members were crying, tears running down their faces, though they were gagged. “Shh…” Roach was whispering, his voice rough and clearly not meant to be used. “They’re startled by sudden movement…” Roach whispered and Rodolfo jerked back at seeing Roach was putting some sort of beetle on them.

In fact, there seemed to be several of the beetles all over their bodies and Roach was just getting more out and putting them on the frat members. Rodolfo tried not to gag as he saw another body in the corner of the closet, several insects crawling over him.

“Roach,” Soap started, hardly looking fazed. “We need you to distract the alphas. Get them to leave. Can you do that?”

Roach turned and looked at them, his mask pushed up on top of his head. He seemed to hesitate before nodding and turning back to the frat members. They both seemed to be doing their best to be still, but then one of the beetles started to climb on one’s face and he started to jerk and fight.

Rodolfo was quick to leave as he started to hear muffled screaming, pulling Soap with him. They kept Roach in their eyesight, watching him slowly stand and stare at both frat members as they screamed. His expression was soft and then Roach shook his head, getting out a bottle of something and dumping it over them.

The muffled screams were shockingly louder somehow and Rodolfo’s stomach turned, unable to imagine being in that situation. “He’s terrifying.” Rodolfo could hear the grin in Soap’s voice, rolling his eyes.

“Very.” Rodolfo agreed, holding his stomach. “Roach!” He called and Roach turned to look at them. “Are they dead?”

‘Almost. They won’t recover from this.’ Roach signed, coming over. ‘I’m satisfied, I’ll go get them to leave.’

“Good.” Rodolfo relaxed and then backed up as Soap moved forward and grabbed Roach, pushing his mask up before kissing Roach deeply.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Soap murmured when he pulled away. “Terrifying and oh, so sexy.”

Roach seemed to giggle bashfully before he pecked Soap’s cheek and then he was practically skipping away, going back upstairs.

Rodolfo looked around the bloody basement. “So… this is where you’ve been killing everyone?”

“No.” Soap shook his head. “Just came and cleared it out, first.”

Rodolfo nodded and then turned towards the door when he heard someone coming down, watching a random party goer enter the basement. Their eyes went wide and they appeared to stumble back before they were suddenly screaming and running back up the stairs.

“Fuck!” Soap cursed and Rodolfo was quick to follow him after them, attempting to catch them before they could make it to the top of the stairs, only managing to right at the top. Rodolfo tackled them and was quick to draw one of the swords, sliding it across their throat and ignoring the way warm blood spluttered across his skin, coating it.

They gurgled and reached up, holding their throat, their eyes wide as they looked up at him. Then, Rodolfo stood and turned to look at Soap, wiping his sword on his skirt. They threw the body back down the stairs and Soap shook his head. “One oopsie.”

“I think this is our sign to just get the job done.” Rodolfo sighed, shaking his head. “How many are left?”

“Less than 20.” Soap answered and then counted for a moment. “18.”

“That’s six for each of us. Is that counting Wayne?” Rodolfo asked.

Soap shook his head. “Alright, six for each of us. How do you suggest we get them split up?”

“Hmm… I’m sure there’s some upstairs. I’ll clear that. You clear down here with Gaz, and get anyone who goes outside.” Rodolfo answered and Soap nodded.

They split up, again, and Rodolfo passed through the living room, glancing and seeing Roach was in a corner with the three alphas, relaxing. His mask had disappeared and Rodolfo was quite surprised to see Ghost was hugging Roach. All three appeared to be asking him questions, so, at the very least, they were distracted.

Why the fuck were they even there?? Why weren’t they in the fucking mountains?? He shook his head and quickly went upstairs, checking rooms. A few of the doors were closed so he looked for the ones that would be obviously occupied with frat members. As it was, he found three of them smoking weed in one of the rooms.

He went in, watching them notice him. He imagined one of Roach’s text books talking about them. The fraticous douche in their natural habitat. Smoking weed and sexualizing omegas. One grinned, her black hair plastered to her forehead. “Hey, princess, you looking for fun?”

“Maybe.” Rodolfo answered, putting on this fake giggly voice he’d heard Soap pull out when trying to get his way. He used his foot to kick the door shut behind him and went and dropped to sit cross legged in front of them. “Do you know what Wayne does to omegas?”

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty head about that.” The one closest to him said. They all appeared to share a look before he was touching Rodolfo’s leg. “Focus on that fun, instead.”

Rodolfo sighed, shaking his head. He wouldn’t feel bad, now. He supposed he’d gotten lucky finding three in one room since that was half of who he was supposed to take out. He stood and pulled one of the swords out, watching their eyes vaguely catch onto what was going to happen.

In a flash, they were moving, but the drugs appeared to have slowed their systems down so much that Rodolfo hacked the first one’s head off before he could even touch Rodolfo, swinging and stabbing the sword directly through the second, kicking them down.

He took a breath and slowly pulled the second blade back out, turning to face the third. “Do you know what Wayne does to omegas?”

“I’m sorry…” The third started to cry. “We don’t have any hand in it, we- oh god…”

“But you don’t stop him, do you?” Rodolfo stalked towards him, watching him stumble back and then hit the closet door. “Do you?” He repeated.

The third shook his head, blubbering like a baby. Rodolfo rolled his eyes. “Of course not. One day, you may even do it yourself.”

The alpha dropped to his knees. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything you want. I can give you money, I can get you drugs, I can do anything you want…”

Rodolfo wasn’t tempted, even for a second. He grabbed the alpha’s hair and forced his head back, taking the sword and slowly pushing it through his neck until it pushed through the other side, watching the alpha’s eyes widen as he startled to gurgle and cough. “You can’t give me what I want.”

He pulled the blade out and kicked the alpha to the side, going and retrieving his first blade from the second’s stomach. She was still alive, coughing up blood as Rodolfo pulled the blade out of her stomach. “Fuck you… cunt…” She gasped out.

Rodolfo made a face. “Those aren’t very creative last words… Maybe you want to try again?” He crouched down after sheathing his blades, again. “Or… no?”

She didn’t answer, just continuing to glare at Rodolfo before her head was lulling to the side and her eyes were closing. Good. He stood fully, again, and wiped his hands on his dress, turning and leaving the room. He heard loud noises coming from downstairs and frowned, going down the stairs and seeing most everyone was gone.

He could see through the windows that people were running and as he walked through the second floor of the house, he could see several dead bodies that he recognized as frat members.

Good.

He went back upstairs, paying it no mind. He trusted his friends to have it under control and decided to check on Wayne, going to his room and opening it to find Wayne was still there. Blood surrounded his ankles and he was very very pale, but breathing. Though, hardly. He was clearly close to bleeding out so Rodolfo went over to him, grabbing his hair and making him look at him. “You could have avoided this…” He murmured.

Wayne barely looked at him, just closing his eyes.

“Rodolfo?”

Rodolfo jerked around, recognizing Alejandro’s voice, immediately. “I- Alejandro- How did you recognize me?” God, what a stupid first question.

Alejandro looked to be in shock, staring at Rodolfo. “I’d recognize you, anywhere. What are you doing?”

“I…” Rodolfo turned to look back at Wayne. “I… Alejandro, I-”

“Why are you doing this?” Alejandro came up to Rodolfo, making Rodolfo look at him. “Why?” He pushed the mask up onto Rodolfo’s head, looking right into Rodolfo’s eyes.

Rodolfo looked back into Alejandro’s, finding himself almost frozen. “He… he raped me…” He gasped out, finally. “They deserve this…”

“You’re killing people.”

“They all knew…” Rodolfo teared up. The pain, fear, guilt, everything, welled up inside him and he jerked back away from Alejandro, crying. “They’ve EARNED THIS!” He cried, gesturing to Wayne. “They fucking deserve more than this!”

Alejandro continued to stare at him with shock and it just made Rodolfo more emotional, covering his face and then screaming. He yanked his blade out of it’s sheath and turned to Wayne, about to swing, but his arm was caught. “Rudy-” Alejandro said softly. “What will killing him do?”

Rodolfo turned to stare at Alejandro, blinking a little and then he felt himself harden. “Stop him from doing it, again.”

Alejandro seemed surprised by that answer and he glanced between Wayne and Rodolfo for a moment before shaking his head. “I feel so stupid… They sent me away from that party you went to. Of course they did… Rodolfo, I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you…”

Rodolfo paused before softening. “I…”

Alejandro slowly let Rodolfo’s hand go and backed up, nodding to Rodolfo. Rodolfo didn’t hesitate, finishing the swing and cleanly cutting Wayne’s head off. He backed up as the head fell and then he was being turned around, Alejandro kissing him deeply.

Rodolfo melted and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Alejandro’s waist. They didn’t speak much after that, Alejandro guiding Rodolfo out of the house and to where the other cars were parked. Soap, Gaz, and Roach were already there, their respective alphas with them and… honestly, neither looked fazed by the blood on their omegas, either. “What do we do now?” Soap asked as Rodolfo approached. “We’ve pretty much got everyone. Turns out there was less than 18. I can’t count, who knew?”

Rodolfo couldn’t help laughing, softly, and shrugged. “Let’s torch the place and get rid of Lia.”

That’s what they did. As they watched the place burn, Soap got out a cigarette and lit it, offering it to Rodolfo, who gladly accepted it, taking a drag. “Come to my place after this…” Alejandro murmured into Rodolfo’s neck. “Please?”

Rodolfo nodded a bit. “Of course…”

“I’m guessing this is what you wanted to wait for before talking about… us?”

“Yeah…” Rodolfo winced and gave Soap the cigarette back before turning around in Alejandro’s arms. He was met with another soft kiss.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.” Alejandro murmured. “I feel so fucking guilty, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be…” Rodolfo softened and reached up to cup Alejandro’s face, nuzzling him. “You would have protected me if you’d been there. I know.”

“I’m going to be a lot better about it now.” Alejandro agreed and then softened. “Come on, lets go…”

Rodolfo melted. “Do you guys think you can handle Lia?” He asked Soap and the others.

Soap just snorted. “Yeah, I think so. Go, go ahead.” He waved Rodolfo off and Rodolfo melted, following Alejandro to his car and getting in when the door was opened for him.

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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🧟🛁🍜

It has been many years since Wen Ning last celebrated his birthday. In fact, he doesn't even remember when he actually celebrated it last -who could blame him, with the life he's had? And anyway, with him being technically dead, he isn't sure he even should be celebrating a birthday anymore at all.

But all that stuff doesn't seem to faze the juniors at all - because they've (with master Wei's and Hanguang-Jun's help) prepared him a very thoughtful gift this year: a spa day. Now, Wen Ning has no idea what a spa is, but he figures it's good, because even young master Jin said he has a personal one, and Jinlintai is known for luxury.

First, Wen Ning has received three sets of new, tailor-made robes. They're obviously very high quality and finely embroidered, with a note from young master Jin: "Please wear these so you don't have to look so ratty anymore. You're the Ghost General, you should look the part. Also, this is a thank you for saving me back there in Guanyin Temple. And in Yi City. P.S. I know you're sorry for what happened with my dad. We'll work through it. Happy Birthday!"

If he could still cry, he would have.

Next, A-Yuan - no, Sizhui - has gifted him three new pairs of shoes. "Jingyi and I couldn't decide, so we bought them all. We hope you like them!"

"They're super sturdy so you can still do your cool ghost general stuff wearing them! And we also got you socks!"

Ouyang Zizhen hands him a beautiful black box of hairpins and a handmade comb. "Hair is very important in one's appearance, Wen-gongzi. My mother's clan specializes in carving combs and hair pieces, and I hope you will wear them with pride."

The last gift is collaborative. A massive basket brimming with expensive soaps, bath oils, shampoo and perfume, each with little notes on what they're for and how to use them. Wen Ning can recognize Hanguang-Jun's calligraphy and finds himself touched by the gesture. He has been quite sure Hanguang-Jun did not like him very much, with the way he acted a while ago...

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji arrive last at Wen Ning's little party, with good reason. They've convinced the Lan elders to allow Wen Ning to live in the Cloud Recesses in a spare guest house, and they've been spending the last few days furnishing it.

"I'm going to get very emotional right now," Wei Ying says, taking a deep, shaky breath, "But you and Wen Qing and everyone that's sadly no longer around, you guys have been my home and my family when I had nothing. And I always regretted not being able to do more for you. But now I can and I hope I'll be able to offer you the home you deserve here, in a peaceful, clean place."

Wen Ning shakes with the emotion of everything that's happened and knows to do nothing but pull everyone in a tight ("too tight, Wen-gongzi, we're dying") hug - before he's being taken to visit his new home.

It's modest but nice, and that's more than Wen Ning could ever ask for. His mouth twitches when he notices his bathtub is the same sturdy kind that Wei Wuxian has custom ordered.

"You never know, A-Ning." he says, and winks. "Maybe you'll find someone to break bathtubs with as well!"

"Wei-gongzi!! The children!!"

"It's fine, everyone knows what happens with the bathtubs." Jingyi says, casually. "It's Cloud Recesses lore."

"We should let Wen Ning enjoy his new home and his gifts now." Hanguang-Jun elegantly speaks as he ushers the kids out, and wishes Wen Ning a quiet happy birthday before walking out.

In his little kitchen, Wen Ning finds a bowl of Master Wei's super spicy congee.

At least he doesn't have taste buds anymore.

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The Cloud Recesses comes alive with gossip the next day, rules be damned - everybody wants to know who the fine young master living in the eastern guest house is! He's so handsome and so polite, finely dressed and smelling of the most expensive perfumes, young ladies and young masters trip over themselves in his presence!

"As they should." Wei Wuxian comments and there is nobody to argue against it.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #writing attempts #wn #give my boy a bath and new clothes and he will rule the cultivation world

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sonarsunbeam · 2 months

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2×1 grimora and magnificus (Im asking for your headcanons)

aw yeah a twofer!

grimora

Sexuality headcanon: bi with a tentative female lean

Gender headcanon: woman, she/her. could not tell you if she was cis or trans i fw both

A ship I have with said character: DEATHSPELL (her and mags) FOREVER. i love them so so much. they write to one another in such a way that's one degree away from being love letters but grimora insists on keeping it professional due to their roles and the whole "arms race for the OLD_DATA will make them turn on one another in a second" thing

A BROTP I have with said character: i think that honest to god she's the scrybe that leshy respects the most, enough to include her mechanic in his game, something he doesn't grant to the other two scrybes. i think they enjoy having tea with one another- most of his raven cards come from photos he's taken on grimora's land actually! in turn he gifts her creature bones

A NOTP I have with said character: N/A

A random headcanon: this came from a good friend but she was originally alive in the georgian-victorian era. she was a well educated woman with eccentric hobbies who tended a graveyard and kept to herself, which was enough to turn away suitors and eventually get her accused of being a witch. she was executed and laid to rest in an unmarked grave somewhere in her own graveyard. when she came back to life she built her crypt apon the ground where she was buried

General Opinion over said character: holyyy fuck shes so good. so so so good. i love her, i love how shes written and her motivations <3

magnificus

Sexuality headcanon: unlabeled, not much for romance anyway. if he had to pick he'd probably be with a woman

Gender headcanon: ill be honest every time someone asks me what gender i see magnificus as i put a bunch of options in a hat and pick a random one. he's.. something, alright

A ship I have with said character: ouuugh deathspell save me. save me deathspell. has a massive thing for grimora and tries SO hard to be dignified and smooth about it. his pupils can clearly see that he's got favoritism for her compared to how he acts around the other scrybes when they're around but nobody's allowed to acknowledge it infront of him

A BROTP I have with said character: asmodeus.exe from pony island and him would get along. theyre technically from the same universe so they could absolutely interact guys trust me

A NOTP I have with said character: him and any of his pupils for obvious reasons. eyuck

A random headcanon: his pelt looks like scratchy clumped-up leaves in-game because he doesn't take care of it. he paints for like, 12 hours at a time and forgets to actually take care of himself more often than not. hell, he uses his bathtub more for mixing paint than bathing. he usually only bothers to take care of it when he's got important business with the other scrybes, and when he does its really nice and shiny and silky

General Opinion over said character: he sucks and is a god awful person but holy hell i love him. i LOVE when people explore him being shitty (this is directed at you red hi)

ask meme

#youve got mail!#inscryption #magnificus #grimora

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Hello! Congrats on 500 followers (I've only just found your blog aha, but congrats either way ^^)

If possible I'd like to request a matchup hehe~ I'm average height I think (5'3), I have a real gothic style (black and dark colours are my thing. Rather casual but I'll sometimes go with makeup if I'm going out, tho that's usually more reserved for when I'm cosplaying). My hobbies would be writing, listening to music and playing games mainly (unless sleeping is considered a hobby too? I do that a lot. Low energy levels especially as of recently for some reason). My favourite writing genres are usually very dark and horror themes along with angst (though I do sometimes write fluff too), my music taste is mainly obey me and enstars songs with some other stuff mixed in like alternative or dance pop. I mainly play gacha games and rhythm games too aha. As mentioned before another of my hobbies would be cosplay, though I don't really now do it unless I'm going to a con with my friend. My star sign if relevant is Sagittarius btw. My most prominent sin is Envy (tho Gluttony and Sloth do represent me well, Envy is the best). I'm very quiet and shy/awkward but I do tend to talk for hours the second I'm able to talk abt my hyperfixations aha. Also got a terrible habit of staying up late playing games or whatever and then wondering why I'm always so tired lol

My Obey Me f/os are Belphie, Levi, Asmo & Beel btw ^^

(not sure if most of that info was necessary but hopefully that's enough, I can't really think of anything else to describe myself aha)

As for the hcs/short fic, I'm not into nsfw so sfw for that please.

Thank you in advance! :)

🌻 500 followers Bite Sized Event 🌻

No warning needed just sfw fluffy fluff 💕

Match Up: Leviathan, Third Born, Avatar of Envy

I'm matching you with Levi! I feel like he'd either be your perfect other half or the bane of your existence. Heaven forbid you have opposing views on games or anime. You'll be fighting for days! You like a gothic style? Cool ya boys got purple hair, he can dig that! Your low energy levels won't be a problem, you guys can game in his bath tub. 💕

Head canons for the two of you:

Levi asked you out pretty much the week after you received his pact mark. The two of you had being hanging out every chance you got. After RAD, before RAD, over the weekends. You were inseparable! It was sickening to watch or be near. You were getting so close you were finishing each others sentences, and even in public.. LIKE A BUNCH OF NORMIES! Naturally that freaked Levi out when Asmo was teasing him about it but then he realised he didn't care. He wanted to be more than just a friend.

You often fall asleep in his bathtub with your head on his chest and one of his arms wrapped around you.

All nighters are very common! Gaming is on, if you were only a filthy casual before you aren't anymore.

The arguments the two of you have over which anime or game is better are massive but hilarious. It's petty bullshit and you both know it so it's never to serious.

He talks about you to his streamers so often. Like the boy is obsessed! His followers never complain though, they think you're super cute.

Your both quite jealous by nature, which came be catastrophic. Look out anyone who flirts with you, lotan is being summoned. Same goes for anyone that flirts with him, consider them cursed, hexed, d.e.a.d.

Can we just talk about how cute you'd both look doing couples cosplay? Can you imagine the possibilities!? Natsu and Lucy, Sakura and Sasuke (personally I'm more Naruto and Sasuke but whatever), Edward & Winry, Kirito and Asuna, Sophie and Howl, peanut & butter. Really the list is endless.

Pillow forts that take up Levi's entire room. Belphie helped you set them up and then promptly left when you guys started making out underneath it. STOP BEING GROSSLY CUTE YOU TOO! The brothers have started a chat without the both of you so they can complain whenever they see you guys kissing or being all lovey dovey in front of them.

Hope you liked this match up lovely! 💕 I'll work on your sfw Levi fic now that I've finished this match up! If you prefer a different brother for the fic just let me know, or if you've changed your mind and you want to give me an idea that's cool too, I'm easy, breezy, beautiful 😂☺️😘

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finalshaper · 3 months

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Know nothing about Destiny but ask games are fun so – 3, 7, and 11 from the Mundane list for your OC(s)!

Ask me about my Destiny guys! Thank you for sending in -- the first question is JUICY. I've included some floor plans I've made in Floor Plan Creator for it!! Note this isn't 100% accurate and only roughly representative.

Is their house/home base mobile, interim or permanent? Do they invite people over?

Nebula is always bouncing between various places he lives in -- the flagship of his Clan the Morning Star, the houses of his husbands, and the fortress also belonging to his Clan, Brightmoon Peak.

The Morning Star is a colossal (homebrew time!) Empire-class ship designed as part of a fleet of many to serve as a safeguard should Earth ever be no longer inhabitable for any reason. Think like the Ishimura from Dead Space but not fucked up and instead of being for any industry it's a portion of what's effectively a mobile city. It is however fucking MASSIVE like the Ishimura is though.

It has a residential quarter where members of Nebula's Clan, Dying Light, and their allies may live. It also features an industrial district, a colossal multi-layered hangar for smaller ships to land (and a docking port for larger ships to fly up beside), and the subject of our focus -- the "war room" district, nestled beside the wider residential and industrial districts.

This "war room" district is where the ship's control bridge is held, as well as the chamber dedicated to the ship's weapons and defence system, an actual war room-throne room hybrid that doubles for political meetings, Nebula's treasure hoard, and a break room/cafeteria room. Counted here is the captain's chambers -- a luxurious suite where Nebula and his family may stay when on board.

It features a massive foyer upon entry, which leads right into a three-floor-tall, floor-to-ceiling windowed living room, to see the sights below -- like passing planets or the surface of planets they're visiting. It's got a TV set too, pretty much the biggest flatscreen you can imagine framed either side by equally as tall bookshelves covered in photos and trinkets. The middle of the room has a semicircle-shaped conversation pit. The rear of the living room, opposite to the one with the TV set, is a staircase leading towards the second floor. The living room has an elegantly-polished hardwood floor, and pale blue walls.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs right in front of you is the first bathroom -- black marble tile, a matching black jacuzzi bathtub in one corner and a shower in the other -- specifically one of those showers that's nothing more than an indentation in the floor with a drainage grate, and the showerhead itself fastened into the wall. There's a curtain rod fastened into the ceiling for it. On the side of the wall with the tub there is a counter storing soaps. Across from the counter is the toilet, and beside that toilet there is another counter with a sink with a mirror beside it, and a medicine cabinet. Towels are stored below the sink. The bathroom walls are painted in deep grey and hung with photographs of various scenes from different planets.

To the left of the bathroom is an art studio, where Nebula does his music recording, streaming, and anything involving his computer setup and music. It's also where the art supplies are kept, complete with an easel often occupied by a canvas. Its walls are white, and the floor is carpeted -- the corner dedicated to art and painting has a plastic mat on the floor.

Upon exiting the art room, and across from it, is the first of the bedrooms. This is the room often occupied by Ace, and his husband whenever they're around. Sometimes this room is occupied by one of his younger siblings. Across from the hall is Kookaburra's room, June's nursery (which is also shared by Oeskja) and a guest room, and the staircase to the third and final floor.

This final floor houses the room belonging to Star and Comet, as well as the bedroom that Nebula and his husbands stay in.

Usually though he spends most of his time in the old house Cayde used to live in.

What do they wear when running errands?

Depends! If he's in a hurry and needs to swing by some place before heading off for his duties he might show up in full armor complete with his guns, or with his stuff packed up in his jumpship ready to go. But if it's a day with little to no obligations, it depends on the weather! Usually he's sporting jeans and a t-shirt, or a skirt and crop top, or sometimes a little dress -- it just depends on how he's feeling! But usually he's covered in jewelry -- sometimes he even studs jewels along his face-plates. In the winter he's usually wearing anywhere from a light jacket to an elegant fur coat. It's no wonder many consider him so beautiful.

Coffee, tea, soda, energy drink, or another caffeine source?

Depends on how he feels and what's available. He usually tries to go for a sweet tea or energy drink, but he won't turn down a cup of coffee if it's offered to him. He tries to get as much sleep as an exo can, and would even insist on naps when it won't be majorly inconvenienced. Sometimes he's had to look for alternative sources of energy during particularly down days -- one time he literally ate three batteries to see if it'll give him a jolt of extra energy.

#caydeposting #nebula-10 #thanks for sending i love my robot boy

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profanetools · 11 months

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kagrenac ofc

ofc, the one and only:

First impression

canonical footnote, 'some guy', barely registered beyond 'there's a name for that person'

Impression now

[500 headcanons later] painfully divorced painfully 'type A' prominent lesbian academic-autocrat who can have a little personality cult as a treat, turns into wretched failwoman with just one fancy hammer, knife, and glove. my scrunkly. my blorbo. my beloved, who haunts my OCs by simply being herself <3

Favourite moment

how her being missing from the narrative torments anyone who cares about the dwarves. how her being missing doesn't torment anyone, because no one who cares about the dwarves - who they really were, not the dwemeriboo scholars - is left. how an absence that should be deeply profound, isn't. and what a horrible tragedy that is.

Idea for a story

washes up in a cave somewhere 4000 years later on tamriel half-dead with a massive cauterised wound where trueflame got her, is rescued by local crab fishermen who have no idea who this fancy looking elf in their blood-stained ceremonial clothing is, the local witch's apprentice is fascinated by her and shows her their collection of cool rocks. kagrenac mildly appreciates the cool rocks, before it dawns on her that she has to reckon with the enormity of the actions she has wrought. awful!

chaotic beach episode with Bthemetz

modern AU where she invents a synthesiser

bottle episode where she and Nerevar are trapped in an escape room

Unpopular opinion

people don't really have many opinions about kagrenac, unless they are me, but I think despite her harsh persona, I like to headcanon her as someone who is actually very good to her mentees and treats her allies well, even if she has a reputation for eviscerating those who oppose her. there's a reason why people are loyal to her beyond her ideas themselves.

Favourite relationship

outside of OCs, i think her relationships with dumac, almalexia, and nerevar are all fascinating in different ways. dumac because there's a dynamic about trust at play. almalexia because we have 'similar but different' ruling there - kagrenac has a v similar paranoid breakdown in my version of events. nerevar because they're foils in a fascinating way.

Favourite headcanon

i hit her with my transgenderism beam. i think she steals bedcovers and is not a morning person. i don't think she can cook well. i think she's a fairly missable face in a crowd - average in the sense that she's the median by dwemer standards, neither tall nor short, not particularly distinct, etc. - and when dressed plainly - which is fairly often - she does not stand out in a room, she does not have a special 'aura' about her at all. i think she uses bthemetz's bathtub to grow experiments in (her job is philosophical engineering but her hobby is bizarre biology, it turns out) and as a result bthemetz ends up making a second bathroom in her home in the void. i think she's a snob about house music. i think she can't hold her drink that well and it's kind of adorable. i think she's got a fairly non-expressive face + a resting bitch face combo. i think she always meant well but lacked the trust in others to see fault in her plans and her ways, seeing all others as incapable of really understanding her vision. i think she misses bthemetz, knows she misses bthemetz, and loathes this about herself. i think she's a hot mess.

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sadistpet · 6 months

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MISCELLANEOUS CHARACTER INFO.

tagged by: stoled from @tacticalvalor >:3

tagging: you.

— BASICS.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE TALL / SHORT / AVERAGE?

he’s somewhere between tall and average, depending. obviously, he’s almost a full head shorter than volgin, but volgin is. y’know. fucking massive. raikov is around 5’10”, so he’s around average for the time period.

▸ ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT ?

he once held a LOT of resentment towards his height. raikov has a history of ballet and gymnastics, both mediums which rely heavily on shorter stature (around 5’3” to 5’9”), especially gymnastics where body measurements have to be accounted for in regards to the physics of each skill. additionally, the standard for professional gymnasts and ballet dancers is incredibly strict and exceptionally so in russia. raikov left behind both of these art forms after his mandatory military service due to being too tall to pursue a professional career in them.

given that his choice resulted in him meeting volgin, his hatred of his stature isn’t quite as fierce as it used to be.

▸ WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE?

stunning. like genuinely. he’s got hair like silk. he’s a natural platinum blonde ; depending on his exposure to sunlight, his hair can appear anywhere from stark white to dark blonde. in his younger years his hair is just grazing shoulder-length, and it grows little between then and his time with big boss’ group in mgspo. afterwards though, and especially around mgsv era, he allows his hair to grow much longer, reaching almost midway down his back. he mostly keeps it tied up, or half up / half down.

▸ DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR / GROOMING?

an obnoxious amount of time on both. he brushes his hair 100 times every morning and night, a habit he picked up from his mother. he fusses about his appearance greatly, though in the 60s that doesn’t involve much besides general cleansers and moisturisers, but he often has to get dragged away from the mirror for spending too much time in front of it. he’s blessed - debatably - with an unreal natural beauty, and he’s determined to maintain it.

▸ DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE / WHAT OTHERS THINK ?

tremendously. he’s fairly confident in his physical appearance, but any major change to it ( ie accidentally smearing lipstick, or mascara running, or having his hair messed up ) makes him panic. he often rushes to fix it, but he’ll forgo it under certain circumstances, such as who he’s around. he’s mostly lenient with his appearance around people he cares about, like volgin, because volgin’s likely seen him at his worst. it’s a double-edged sword however, because when raikov does get dressed up for volgin - which is a fairly common occurrence, - he’s even more strict with his appearance.

— PREFERENCES.

▸ INDOORS OR OUTDOORS?

depends on the weather, but he mainly prefers being indoors. more places to sleep. he does have a fondness for the snow, however, even though it wrecks havoc on his skin and he whines about the cold to anyone who listens. it doesn’t actually bother him as much as he acts like it does. he appreciates how aesthetic the snow is, and it reminds him of home. he dislikes the environment of groznyj grad for this exact reason — it’s far too… jungle.

▸ RAIN OR SUNSHINE?

he likes them both. he’s not used to the sunshine, really, nor is he accustomed to strong heat. he’s far better acquainted with the rain, and he enjoys sitting inside and listening to the rain battering against the windows while he reads. he also, in a strange masochistic way, enjoys the feeling of being chilled to the bone by icy rain, only to sink into the painful heat of a bathtub and then slide into some warm pajamas.

▸ FOREST OR BEACH?

forests. they’re what he grew up around, what he spends most of his time in. he does like the beach, but he would prefer it during colder weather. though obviously, being able to flaunt his appearance on the shores of a sunny beach during a summer vacation would be a dream for him.

▸ PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS?

why not both? he admires the aesthetic of gems, of how the world somehow made something so beautiful by sheer force. he’s partial to metals, too, but obviously those are somewhat… dangerous, given the nature of his beloved. he’s the kind of guy who would have gold jewellery inlaid with diamonds, that kind of thing.

▸ FLOWERS OR PERFUMES?

hmm, a bit of both. he likes flowers, as uncommon as they are to come across around groznyj grad, but he has a small collection of perfumes that he uses often. he probably views them very differently. flowers are more of an event, a romantic gesture to be given ; perfume is just another thing to enhance his appearance.

▸ PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE?

the former. appearance gets his attention, but personality keeps him there. he often flirts with people he finds physically attractive, even if he has no intentions of pursuing them, because a handsome face is the first thing that draws his eyes. he stays when he finds someone with a personality that flows in tandem with his own.

when he first met volgin, he was drawn by the man’s striking appearance ; his height, his strength, his scars. but finding out that volgin was so similar to him — so brutal, so violent, so sadistic and revelling in it and joking about the atrocities he’d committed — that’s what made raikov fall in love with him.

▸ BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD?

difficult one! he prefers to be alone over being in a crowd, but he doesn’t like being completely alone. he likes having other people nearby. being in a crowd puts him on edge the majority of the time ; trauma stuff from his early military days. he can put up with it, but it’s far from what he prefers.

▸ ORDER OR ANARCHY?

anarchy. he refuses to abide by rules for very long, whether it’s military ones or bedroom ones. he’s somewhat fine with self imposed order, such as his rules for his own appearance, but he doesn’t follow the rules of others for very long.

▸ PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES?

white lies all the way. the only person he’s ever fully truthful with is volgin, and he remains the only person raikov allows himself to be completely open with. for everyone else, including himself at times, he’s constantly telling white lies — things someone said, what someone did, things he’s done, what he thinks about something, you get the jist. he tells people what they want to hear, or what he thinks will get a reaction out of them, and that’s how he gets his fun.

▸ SCIENCE OR MAGIC?

magic, especially in his younger years. raikov loves fairy tales, and he’s often thinking of stories of magic and love and self expression and reinvention. in his older years he loses a lot of that mysticism following volgin’s death, and he becomes a lot more practical minded.

▸ PEACE OR CONFLICT?

both, in some ways. he wants peace ; peace to be with his beloved, to live out their days together, be happy and in love. unfortunately, his idea of peace is being able to create and end conflict with others whenever he wishes, and crush those who wish to start conflict with him.

on a deeper level, i think his mind craves conflict because it’s what he’s used to. getting accustomed to things being peaceful makes him anxious, and his brain wants to act out because it views peace as something wrong. this only strengthens after the events at groznyj grad — he allowed himself to be at peace, and look what happened.

▸ NIGHT OR DAY?

doesn’t really matter to him because he’s sleeping during either ! i do think he would prefer nighttime though ; he finds it more seductive, more secretive, more… intimate. it’s a time for eating and sleeping, which are his two favourite activities besides… well, you know. it tends to be at night that he spends the most time with volgin, so naturally he favours it more because it’s their time. he likes watching the stars out the windows, too, and on the rare occasion that it snows, he sits by the window until it stops, just watching.

▸ DUSK OR DAWN?

dusk ! it’s a sleepier time, and raikov is always very sleepy. it reminds him of the coming night, of being in his beloved’s arms once again and falling asleep in his embrace. he hates dawn for the exact opposite reasons ; he has to leave the comfort and security of volgin’s arms and get dressed, and work, and deal with his useless men, and he would much rather be back in bed, thank you.

▸ WARMTH OR COLD ?

kind of explained it above, but a bit of both. he loves the bite of the cold, the way it burns through his flesh, how it replaces all sensation with a numb tingling spreading over his extremities. but he also loves the warmth received when coming out of the cold, the slow bleeding of heat back into his body. generally, though, he prefers the cold, at least weather wise. otherwise, the warmth of his partner’s arms trumps all else.

▸ MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS?

i can’t say he only wants volgin, even though it’s true. i think he would have many acquaintances — lots of people he knows, but nobody close enough to be anything more than a familiar face or a coworker. it’s very rare that raikov allows himself a genuine friend, someone he doesn’t simply want to torment to their breaking point ( ie ocelot ) or someone he, for the most part, ignores with malice ( ie tatyana ).

▸ READING OR PLAYING A GAME?

depends what you mean by game. he prefers reading most of all, evident by how much time he spends in the library, but if by game you mean bullying his soldiers or torturing people… well, he’s always in the mood for that.

— QUESTIONNAIRE.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS?

oh god, where do we start. he's a perfectionist, eats until he's sick, twirls his hair until it tangles, binge drinks on the rare occasions that he does drink, doesn't know his own limits and overexerts himself, sleeps too much, eats the worst fucking possible shit he can find, blames others for his problems, lies, doesn't listen, gossips, bases his self worth on the attention of others, bites people that annoy him, threatens to hurt himself or others when things don’t go his way, overspends, bullies people for fun ... need i go on.

▸ HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM?

pre - mgs3, not really. he “lost” his family in that he doesn’t have contact with them anymore, but ivan honestly couldn’t care less about them.

post - mgs3, well, he lost the love of his life. and it crushes him. he goes from being snarky and lighthearted and rude and cheeky to being completely subdued, barely even speaking to anybody unless goaded into doing so. his old self only returns briefly during conflict, but other than that, he’s a miserable shell of who he used to be. before being recruited for big boss’ team, he had resigned himself to his fate of rotting away in the san hieronymo peninsula, being ridiculed by the same people he’d once terrorised. the only thing that grabs his attention is when volgin is mentioned, and when the topic of revenge is brought up.

losing volgin utterly destroys raikov, and he’s never the same afterwards.

▸ WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS?

when he visited the city and was exposed to ballet and gymnastics for the first time ; his first lessons ; his first gymnastics competition ; his first ballet recital.

his first win.

his first kill.

when he met volgin ; when he slept with volgin. their first kiss. you know. the regular gay shit.

▸ IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL?

yes, somewhat no? not because he finds it emotionally difficult, but because he enjoys torturing and tormenting people so much that he hates when their bodies finally give up, so he prolongs it as long as possible. he does enjoy torturing people to death, however. he finds that incredibly easy. almost too easy.

▸ WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN?

a lot. a lot. raikov is the type to explode at the slightest provocation, wailing and falling to his knees over something even a child would find trivial. he lashes out at others, screams and strikes at things and people and whatever else is unlucky enough to fall in his path: that’s only the surface, however.

deep down, in terms of his actual fears and worries, ivan tends to bottle them up until he reaches breaking point. and when it does, it comes like a flood. tears upon tears, sobbing so hard he can barely breathe through the hiccups and shuddering gasps. pulling his hair out. digging his nails into his skin. self-injurious and suicidal behaviour. it takes a while and a substantial amount of comfort to calm him down genuinely.

of course, volgin is likely the only person who’s ever seen him in that state. even when he’s worried and upset in front of others, he can’t bring himself to be vulnerable like that with anybody else. he composes himself and shoves his building anguish deeper.

▸ IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE?

volgin, and only volgin.

raikov trusts volgin with his life and then some. he trusts that the colonel would never hurt him in a way he doesn’t like, would never leave him to fend for himself, will always keep him safe and protected and loved. it’s something he never experiences before they meet, and never experiences again once they’re torn apart.

being a soldier, he does have to put his life into the hands of his comrades at times — but he never trusts them. he always expects them to fail, so he relies on his own skills at heart.

▸ WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE?

extremely, extremely devoted. we’ve all seen those panties. he gets very obsessive, jealous, clingy, and possessive. it doesn’t show often, but that doesn’t mean it’s absent. he’s also incredibly affectionate to a degree that most bystanders would find irritating ; he’s constantly hanging off volgin’s arm, giving him kisses, laying melodramatically in his lap during important meetings. he can barely keep the man’s name out of his mouth long enough to string a sentence together. he’s often not in the place to be showering someone in gifts, but he does his best to please his beloved in other ways ; wearing personalised lingerie, assisting him with work, helping him let off steam, generally being as caring as he can. he places a lot of his self worth and self esteem in the colonel’s hands, and the slightest wrong look or phrase makes raikov crumble.

as flirtatious as he is, when he’s truly in love, ivan’s a lot more bashful and flustered compared to his regular seductive teasing. he blushes a lot more, gets tripped up over his words at times, fusses even more about how he looks.

everything in his life revolves around volgin, the only person he loves and will ever love, and god, does it show. as aforementioned, after volgin’s death, raikov is never the same again.

#this is so long gobles <3 #g: ¦ ❝ headcanons. ❞

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