virtuestovices / Recent Entries

Somewhere along the southern coastline of France Harry had been isolated from society, but out of his own desire for once. He hadn't been allowed alcohol, but he was allowed sweet drinks and pop to help. Draco had actually gotten him to like a carbonated fruit juice Harry had come to like. Draco had been making him eat healthy meals, but his house elves knew how to make it taste good regardless of the health benefits. He was able to go swimming and relax in the sun on the beach, as of course the whole property was charmed away from prying eyes. Of course, the manor was comfortable as well, but without his work Harry found himself getting restless.

"How long could the bloody headaches last?" Harry complains one day as he's playing wizard's chess with Draco. It had been a month since his last drink, and Draco had made sure of it. It wasn't an easy recovery, but even as all the other symptoms faded, the headaches kept coming back. Harry leans back and groans, rubbing his forehead, massaging around it, spending a bit rubbing around his scar. "I can't relax with nothing to work on. I just keep focusing more on my head than what we're doing."

He had been complaining about wanting to go back to work, having always been more married to his job than his wife. He never really developed too many hobbies, even if he enjoyed going seeker-v-seeker over the blinding water and beach. He was just convinced he didn't have enough to occupy him so he could properly de-stress. He didn't have too much time for hobbies, usually he was spending too much time working, or doing whatever Ginny wanted to do. He figured he was just struggling to find himself still, and that was causing stress that were causing headaches. It seemed reasonable enough cause for it, but his fingers just kept going back to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

afraid_of_my_shadow

If this ends up anything like others I have done we will be glad we can use this as a table of contents later.

afraid_of_my_shadow

He'd escaped Germany, but the subway-tunnel-like catacombs that had provided him a secret refuge from anyone that might be looking for him had become a jail of it's own. One of his usual paths had collapsed, so he was forced to find another way around. The hours dragged on, and eventually both his phone and flashlight batteries ran out. He had a light still that ran on the power of shaking. It must have been days, because he could feel himself weaken quickly. He never ate enough, and even a few days with nothing was enough to make him lethargic. Lethargic enough that he just didn't have the strength to power it, feeling the walls to find his way forward. He didn't know where he was, or where there might even be an exit, but he had to rest if he wanted to keep going.

He steps away from the wall, hoping to make himself more visible and less of an obstacle to the rats living down here, but to his surprise, when he reaches out there's no other wall. He takes a step forward and his foot thuds into something solid, but his hand doesn't find it. He bends and finds that it's just the right height for him to sit. No sooner than his mind realized this his knees gave up and he sits heavily down on the hard stone. He makes a quiet pained noise, rubbing his hip while putting his other hand back for support.

As the intital sting subsides he starts to realize that there is some kind of engraving on the stone. It was unusually smooth for the stone down here, not quite polished, but close to it. He starts to follow the line carved into the stone with his finger, but freezes the moment he feels a rumble. Was the room about to cave in?

afraid_of_my_shadow

He worked hard to get his position. He fought through so much and finally got away from his father, but with every day that went by he could hear the accursed man's laughter in the back of his head. The corruption ran deep. The whole thing had gone rotten. Systems that had been put in place had been eroded by nepotism, under-the-table money, and blind loyalty to the other boys in blue.

Alex had enough. He could feel his skin burning with his rage, as even now his reports have been 'lost'. If his bosses think they had cowed him, they made the common mistake of underestimating him. He sat in his cubicle or went out to investigate, keeping his head low and biding his time.

Meanwhile at home he worked on a different investigation. He remembered stumbling across a rather interesting hitman some years prior, one of the many with rules about who they would not hunt. This man, however, had a discount on scum, even if that hadn't been exactly the same wording used. He'd taken mental note about it and moved on at the time, doubting he could afford that since he decided to take a job in something extremely dangerous with awful pay that generally kept him too drained to do much in the way of coding at home. Having certain reports ignored was taking it's toll, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer under so much corruption; he spent too many sleepless nights staring at his service pistol, not sure what impulse felt stronger.

He started spending those nights tracking down that one hitman again. It took entirely too long, but finally he sends a message.

I need your help. Police corruption is blocking investigation on a Mr. Furest. Children are involved.

He signs with his contact information, none of which are traceable back to any real, or at least living, person. He made sure to cover his tracks, just to prove he at least isn't some random kid trying to cause trouble. He steps away from his laptop in his small apartment to drop on the couch and check the news of the day, hoping there would be a ping alerting him of a response sooner rather than later.

teddygraham

Adrien had invited Felix to return to Paris to meet people his own age, make friends. And Felix had wanted to make his apologies, which he had. He had talked to the girls earlier in the day over tea out at a nice little cafe. It had taken Marinette a bit longer to accept his apology but things seemed to have gone well? At least he assumed it did.

No one became an akuma, he didn't get punched again. So he's going to call that a win. And then they ended up here. The sudden rainstorm that surged in lead to Felix here at the mansion. He's had to change clothes but now he's drying off, towel in hand - he's holding out another out to Nino with a shrug of his shoulder. "Sorry you're stuck with me." Nathalie had let them in since Gabriel and Adrien were out at some press interview. Felix had been walking back from a cafe and they'd meet up on the sidewalk as the rain started - so unexpectedly.

Without much though Felix had swept his coat off and given it to Nino to hopefully spare him some of the cold. It was a habit by now. He did that a few times at the academy he went to, over at Harrows which was boarding school Felix did look after some of the younger students. He couldn't call them friends really..

There were times he envied his cousin. He had friends, made them easily - Felix always struggled with that. Making friends - he did manage eventually. Usually through showing off his slight of hand and tricks that his father taught him when he was a small boy. "If you give me the coat I can put it away for them to send off for laundering." He hums drying his hair, "At least, Uncle isn't home, he'd have left us out in the rain to catch colds."

camefromhec

The castle collapsed, and the only one to dig him out of the dirt was that bitch who then dragged him half-dead across the country. He didn't want to believe Lenore. He knew it was a trick, but she showed such kindness sometimes. She is offering more to him than Vlad had ever promised him. Security, safety, a place where he might be welcome. At least needed. And it seemed that Lenore might even actually want him.

He enjoyed reading the books of magic, learning from them, preparing to attempt an escape, though Lenore had been careful to make it difficult for him to create a plan with the magic she had allowed him to see as very little of it even works for him. And then there's the issue of his distraction over his confusion and feelings for Lenore.

He's still awake even after the guards lowered the lights for him so he could sleep more easily during the day. He couldn't stop tossing and turning, his feelings twisted into a knot in his stomach. He knew he shouldn't let his guard down, but even though there was no doubt that Lenore did not view humans as equal, but she could also show such kindness and gentleness. Would it be so terrible to go along with their plan? Did she really have feelings for him, or was he being a fool all over again?

His tears well despite himself and he prays the guards do not hear his sobs. He did not want Lenore to know, and he was far too tired to even question why that was. What if he had waited longer to gain Lenore's trust before? Should he still even be looking for a way to betray her now? He would have a home here at least. A home and a purpose. He would have some freedom again as well, and maybe he could create his hellbeasts and turn them on his masters if he convinced her that he had fallen totally madly in love with her? Could he even do that or had he really fallen for her? He sold his soul to Dracula for... nothing concrete. "Is that all it takes to buy my soul?" he laments to himself into his pillow, his heart settling into accepting his fate.

grapeescape

It had taken months, but Zarkon had finally given Lotor a mission to patrol a distant galaxy, a task considered grunt work. Lotor couldn't be happier for the chance, even though he acted disgusted at the prospect. They would have months alone, travelling between the various patrol drones to check on the system. What more, it meant they would be far enough to at least tell his parents that he's okay. Even if they have to worry about some of the drones or outpost leaders catching signals to Voltron, they wouldn't have much trouble stopping by Earth. Their patrol path would lead right through the correct arm of the milky way at the correct time that a stop on the habitable blue marble would just seem a sensible place to refuel, like many of the other similar planets uninhabited by intelligent life scattered across the system.

Lotor had waited until they got close to surprise Lance, approaching the solar system perpendicular to the average orbit of the planets around the sun, offering a view as similar to the textbook illustrations Lance would have grown up with as he could. Lotor wakes up his sleeping prince, who by now had the chance to return to his normal clothing- at least between patrol stops- though the more casual look somehow made him look all the more handsome. "Lance, take a look," he says, waving a hand to the sight ahead, "Do you want to call ahead, or would you like to surprise your family?"

the_first_disciple

The Almighty’s voice is not male or female. It is not one. It is many. It speaks in every tongue in every tone. It is both gentle, warm, and loving yet firm stern, and unyielding.

Eiael has heard it many times in his life. Often he is sent to investigate humans. Humans who form cults and amass followings, purportedly perform miracles. That is his duty is purpose.

“This is your newest assignment.”

Eiael is peering down his eyes narrowing at the blond young man. “Him? What has he done?” He seemed mundane enough. Certainly there is no sign of what one would consider obvious occult related signs, objects - there’s no symbols, sigils, no aura of evil or ill intent… None of those classic earmarks which makes Eiael narrow his eyes.

“He and his father travel the country, performing miracles supposedly healing the ill. And the magic is there but we can not fathom how this is so. He was born human with no blessings or gifts. Yet something has changed.”

Eiael nods. “Of course, then I’ll go and watch after this Noah boy.”

____

Eiael had been watching Noah and his father for some time now - three years. Three long years of listening to their preachings and sermons. In a non-human form it’s a bit more difficult to catch on to some things so he occasionally teethers himself to a human so that he can sense a bit better. Humans have a better understanding of emotions and feelings than angels. Certainly, Eiel could see auras and tell if someone had good or ill intent but he could not feel emotion; he could see it in Auras but could not define them without a human body as a connection.

He’s attaching onto a boy. Eight-years-old, dark hair, he doesn’t want to be here; hates it. He hasn’t lost faith entirely and he will soon be among those in heaven in a few brief years which is why Eiael can form this brief link to this boy - Edward. His name is Edward. Even at this young age, Edward is intelligent. He sees the show of the Miracle Son for what it is, what the man in charge makes it to be - a way to get money from unassuming humans; lining his pockets by exploiting a need and the hopes of others.

Eiael is almost certain that the man - Noah’s father - is evil. Perhaps he is a minion of Mammon. Perhaps he is simply and evil greedy human. Either way he is not a good man. His aura is muddy; tainted like tar. It seems sickly, sticky; muddled with the crimson of one who has killed at the edges.

But it is more. The words that come from his mouth some of them send sharp jolts of alarm into the angel. They hit his ear and are without even the faintest ringing - a sure sign that they are lies rather than truth. Yes, some of the things he says are true; yet most of it? Lies. An angel would not be fooled but most of the humans? Yes. The man is, if nothing else, a good showman. Every hymn, every verse from the bible from the man’s lips? They are foul; sounding warped and distorted to Eiael’s ears.

Noah however… Noah does not have that same unpleasant taint to him. If one were to call anyone a Miracle Son they could not ask for a better candidate. Eiael had thought that having such an angelic looking son had been what had led to the old man trying to con these poor souls… but that isn’t the case.

Oh, it's true, the man is in it for money - but Noah’s power? That’s real. As an angel Eiael could sense that power, could feel it in the room around Noah; feel it spike and wane as it was used.. Not that he’d been able to figure out the origins. Three years and he still hasn’t figured it out.

_____

Four years later and Edward was ill, Cancer. Eiael had been watching Minster Ricks and Noah for going on seven years now. Arriving back where it all began, Eiael offered Edward a choice the night before he was to go once again see Noah the Miracul Son.

“Hello, Edward.” Eiael spoke softly, his voice warm caring. Edward was in that space between sleeping and waking. “You know you will come to Heaven soon.”

“That’s what dying means yeah. Who’re you?”

“They call me Eiael. Edward, I am an angel.I’ve come to offer you a choice. You can let me take you body, spare yourself the suffering of declining into pain from your cancer or you can tough it out.”

“My body? What does an angel need with my body?” Edward sat up. His head hurt, his body ached. He was so tired of people trying to cure him.

“As an angel there are things that I can’t see, feel, or experience and I need a human body to use for my mission.”

Edward frowned a bit. “But my mom..”

“I will be here. I will be able to care for her. You needn’t worry about that. For as long as this body lives. I will be here. She will not be alone.”

He exhaled and settled back in bed. “Fine.” A pause, a beat. “Will it hurt?”

“Of course not.” Eiael smiles. “It will be like falling asleep and then floating. One of my brothers will come and guide you - there is no need for fear or pain.”

Eiael settles next to Edward, a hand hovering over his chest the other against his forehead. It doesn’t take much for Edward to pass for Eiael to take his place inside and take the body as his host. Exhausted, he sleeps deeply until he is awakened by Edward’s mother who bids him to dress.

They go back to the tent and Noah.. Noah is there. Noah calls him forward. Nothing about Noah has changed. His aura is still the same - his father’s however… There’s something about it something that is worse and yet Eiael can’t put a finger on how or why. Like this, seated in front of Noah; with Noah’s hands reaching to gently frame his face, he will be able to learn to origin of those powers finally after seven years.

Noah smiled and it was a serene beautiful kind of smile. One that would have been at home on the face of one of his brothers, Raphael perhaps. “It’s cancer in your brain, right? The doctors say they can’t help, right?” His expression shifted slightly softening. “Let me see what I can do, alright? I want to help you. I know it’s hard to think someone would have your best interests in mind with something like this but I promise I want you to be healed and well again.”

Edward likely would have said something - something human and sassy but Eiael had nothing to say. Not because he couldn’t find the words but because for the first time he’s experiencing Noah’s words in full without a human soul playing buffer and there is such truth to them that it shakes all of him inside of his host. Noah means this. All of this. All he can do is nod as Noah calls for everyone to bow their heads, to pray - pray for Edward; or rather Eiael now.

“Pray for Edward. Pray for our Lord to heal and make him well.”

But then there’s another voice, deeper, rumbling, raspy, echoing loudly in his ears.. “Pray for the Morningstar’s light to consume him.” Eiael almost jerks from Noah’s hold from it but he finds himself frozen as a spike of pain like a brand sparks starting at his forehead. It hurts. It hurts badly and Eiael has to fight a weak mortal body to get his eyes to open though he can do nothing else; even if the urge to scream is there..

His eyes open focusing on Noah and… Noah is there and yet he is not Noah. His eyes seem dead, dull and lifeless. His skin blue. Not just blue but a sickly blue and his lips? His lips are a darker deeper blue and twisted into a strange smile. As the pain his his head grew he realized that Noah’s fingers had become sharp and sinister talon like claws. Claws that tore at his skull like tissue paper and scrambled around his brain - pulling out ruined and rotten tissue; a strange foul scent filling Eiael’s nostrils. Strong enough to make him feel sick but he couldn’t move to throw up if he wanted to.

Eiael’s eyes are teary and they closed; tears trailing down his cheeks before snapping open- he’s gasping panting and - and everything is normal. Everything is back to normal in the time it took Eiael to blink. The pain is gone, so is the smell.. Noah looks as angelic as ever. What… what had just happened? What had he just seen?

Eiael wobbled in his chair and almost fell out of it - the woman next to him, Edward’s mother, now his mother, catches him gently and helps him to his feet. He can’t focus and his legs? His legs feel as useful as jiggling jello. But he’s staring, eyes moving around to scan the tent. There’s no blood. No one.. No one had seen what he did and Noah? Noah was just as beautiful and angelic as he’d ever been - as he’d always been and that power that had surged? That Eiael had felt? Was gone and for the moment Noah seemed to be very near al human level - a first in all the seven years Eiael had been observing him.

Eiael didn’t need the human tests to know that the cancer was gone. But his job is about more than that. He thinks he knows where the power is from and… he wants to be sure before he does or says anything to anyone. After all the tests Eiael asks his mother to take him to the meeting. Noah is there briefly - he gives the air of one that is still tired, recovering. Removing the cancer must have put a bit of a strain on him - never mind doing so to Eiael and being exposed as he truly was.

Eiael settled beside his mother perfectly behaved until the event is over before sneaking out of the tent. Finding Noah was easy since Eiael knew that he stayed in the small RV trailer when they weren’t doing a show. He marched up to it knocking sharply on the door.

“Dad, I swear if you’re trying to make me come out there again I-”

As Noah opened it he peered at Edward, eyes narrowing a bit. “Oh.. Edward?” He’s definitely surprised. More than. Eiael is too because while he’s seen Noah in suits - almost Always suits. He’s never seen Noah in anything casual like jeans, a Zelda shit messy hair…. Relaxed. He looks relaxed; human. Which is a feat given Eiael is thinking he’s decidedly not. “Did you need something, Edward?”

“I saw you. I saw. I know what you are.”

ughthisguy

He got into another fight at his school today. It'd been a few months at the boarding school sponsored and run by the Galaxy Garrison for people like himself. It was no true Galaxy Garrison, but it was a roof over his head, an education, and food. And he was spending so much time in detention or suspended that he's barely been able to keep up with his schoolwork.

Today though, the fight was on the playground. Some other student had been harassing him, throwing pebbles at him. He wasn't sure what happened, he just saw red, and then the other kid was on the ground with a bleeding, broken arm. He felt sick seeing the blood and the bone, and was already backing away from the kid when the security guard grabs him and roughly drags him off to the Principal's.

The conversation kept running through his head. "You know I'm going to have to report this to the Garrison, Keith. And just after getting a recommendation from Officer Shiro." The Principle's disappointment hit him even harder than seeing the blood, because while repulsed, he had to admit it did feel wonderful to have finally lashed out so violently. He was disgusted, ashamed, guilty, but not just because of what he did, but the amount of relief it gave. It scared him.

And he thought that fear was the reason for the nightmare he woke in a cold sweat from. The pain, the suffering, his skin turning a grey-purple while his nails grew into long claws, the newly sharpened teeth against his lips. He ran to the bathroom, seeing his face, now looking more vicious, more animalistic, with cruel purple glowing eyes. His ears are hairy and pointed, nearly fox-like now, tucked beneath long cruel looking horns.

He wakes up, but after a moment he realizes the pain was because he was on the floor- the cold tile of the bathroom? Had he fallen asleep brushing his teeth? Sleep walking? He moves to wipe his face and rub his eyes, but sees his hand first and has to bite back a scream.

It wasn't a dream.

It wasn't a fucking dream.

How could it not be a dream?

"Please, God, help me."

location: https://bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/5936905.html

the_first_disciple

Normally, things like this don't bother Edward. Normally he doesn't question Noah or his place. Edward is the first. Not just first but The First. It's a title and a truth, something that is normally understood by all the others - now that there are Others.

And yet.

All it took was one stray comment he wasn't meant to overhear. It was quiet it was a throwaway murmur and yet -

It's been bouncing around in his skull ever since, ringing in his ears until it's all he can think about.

'Why is he First? What's so great about Edward?'

That was what he heard from a couple followers who were talking. And the more it echoed-echoed-echoed in his skull the more he asked himself the same thing. He did his best not to let it effect his duties and yet.. no doubt Noah might notice something - a tension thrumming through Edward.

Noah would have noticed while others weren't likely to.

They've been together for years, ever since that first night at the lake absolutely long enough for Noah to learn the ins and outs of Edward's mannerisms and habits. And ever since they got rid of Noah's old man - no one had been able to parse out the truth of it because according to many, many people Noah and Edward had been doing a gig when the old man shot himself; only Noah and Edward knew other wise - things had been amazing. They had kept traveling amassing a following - Together. Always together.

It's stupid. It's so stupid to let nonsense like this get to him but it does. It does. But he's summoning up a smile as he moves into Noah's room. The house had been generously offered to them for their stay in this city. Followers had heard of their intended arrival and made it ready for them. It was like this in every town now with their following growing day by day - from word of mouth, friends bringing friends who traveled and told stories of Noah.

Unlike Noah's father they didn't take money. Not really. They took offerings. Food, lodging - things that were needed or things that people were desperate to be rid of. Which is why he's coming into Noah's room with that smile. "They've brought food. I put it on the table, you should come eat it while it's still hot."

musicspeaks

So I've been promising setting one of these up. If you want a specific character I play let me know and I will attempt to accommodate. This is just going to be cute Gen/Fluff things nothing over PG-13 Likely Canon typical Violence for like The Miraculous Kids but that's it.

{Shippy Stuff}

Soulmate/Fated AU:
This can be done with the shared tattoos/markings, the color (gaining/losing/glowing pulse), The Eye Color thing, (In Luka's case it's likely music/sound related like hearing his Soulmate's thoughts) Or maybe they're just destined - red string of fate, opposites that balance each other out (light/dark, sun/moon) Souls drawn together reincarnated lovers - you know the drill.

Single Parent AU:
Self-explanatory pretty much. Aged-Up Au. One or both of them are single parents. Either because the kids or just happenstance they're meeting again. Maybe it's a play date for the kids, maybe one of them is the teacher, volunteer at the library that reads to the kids, a doctor, or something who knows

Married AU:
Exactly what it says. These nerds are aged up and they've decided to move in together, got married that whole shebang. Now they're trying to navigate that life. Merging lives and working out how grown up lives and schedules work. All those exciting amusing firsts

Devil/Angel AU:
This one should be pretty self-explanatory, too.

{Not exactly Shippy}

Hurt/Comfort/Sick:
One of these two dum-dums is hurt, sick or just down in the dumps in general. Whatever the issue is it's up to the other party to make it better from kissing boo-boos to making soup to telling bedtime stories (So what if they're not five anymore) to just a hug or verbal reassurance give them a little TLC and watch them perk right up.

Movie Night/Fun Times:
No one can stay inside all day trapped under schoolwork/work, stifling smothering nonsense. Everyone needs a night out doing something fun. Regardless of where you go - Movies, festival, amusement park, the beach, another country, a concert, or a big fancy party you're going out to have fun!

Learning:
Either you're in school or you're not but either way you never really stop learning. Either way one of them needs the other's help to learn something new: Cooking, Sewing, How to make the clock on the Microwave to stop flashing 12:00 every few seconds, how to dress down for a rock concert or conversely how to dress up for a fancy party. However it goes never fear someone has heard your shout for help...

{Not Shippy at All}

Little Cuties:
This is just a shameless cute kid AU option - A de-aged AU with at least one of the characters involved turned into a Young Child again. Perfect for adorable kid silliness.

bass_instincts

Like all those online stories, it started it small. There was one corner of one of the bedrooms by the window that would seeming randomly smell of cigarettes and sometimes even marijuana. The only thing that would banish it besides time was opening that window. Sometimes doors would slam without wind, the apartment would get cold despite blasting heat, and somehow some beer-smelling mystery liquid stained dry on Gabriel Agreste's shirt one of the few times he visited.

There were many local stories about the musician's ghost. Stories of the songs that came from the graveyard at night, a moaning electric bass could be heard at night, and some people even reported finding an impressive guitar and trying to take it home, only for it to go missing before they got there. Everyone believed that it was the famous Shinichi. After getting released on bail before his trial he was released into his father's furious care. It had been all over the tabloids when the budding celebrity had been found dead a month after reporting that the GPS shackled boy never made it up to his apartment. It had taken his father until the police arrived to report him missing, and by the time they tracked the bracelet he was already long dead. A celebrity cold case with a ghost story lead to wild stories abound. Naturally, Mr. Agreste saw this all as foolish nonsense and ignored it when choosing the apartment for his son. Despite the location next to a graveyard, it was the perfect place for his son. It had plenty of building security, and the apartments were large, western style apartments, with a second one available in the same building, the other half of the floor was another apartment for his security detail.

It was a few weeks before Shin's music could be heard, but when Adrien's graveyard facing window is open that the music invades long after midnight. The dirge fills the apartment, and in the dark graveyard sits one vague figure laying on the roof of a mausoleum where any curious explorers would struggle to see him past the grand marble parapets lining the roof, but looking down on the graveyard above he was fairly easy to spot. Like the legend says, there was no amp near him large enough to explain how easily it carried into the apartment.

camembert_anynoir

Adrien had gotten in trouble with his father countless times before. This time, this time was worse. He'd gone missing for hours while fighting a particularly nasty akuma with Marinette. They won, but he'd gotten hit by a car trying to rush home. The car hadn't been going fast when he ran out into it's way, and he'd only broken his arm. Gabriel said that he wouldn't be going to school again, but stayed silent when Adrien asked if he meant until his arm healed.

He started getting homeschooled again, and kept from leaving the house without Gorilla glued to his side. At first he made sure to video chat with his friends, have Nino over, do what he can to kill the isolation. For some reason there seemed even more akuma than normal, but the newly installed security systems kept him from even opening his window. He managed to sneak out a message to her in the showers at fencing to tell her that he was... tied up. He tried getting out to help her a few times, but every time someone came in.

He slowly stopped getting as many calls from his friends, but then he stops answering them as often. It hurt to see them, to know that they were so close but that he couldn't see them. When his grades start to slip and he's banned from seeing even Nino in person it hit him hard. He put on a brave face for his friends, but after that he just barely answers, feeling exhausted watching them have fun when he's locked away in his tower, even if they were going out of their way to try to include them. He had kept emailing and texting with Felix, depending on where he was and what his service was like there, but one night he just stops.

It wasn't like most akuma. There wasn't a sudden trigger to cause a strong emotion. It had just built up over time. The resentment towards his father, the isolation, the creeping feeling of abandonment that he tries to reason away with the devotion of his friends. He'd lost count of how many weekends had passed alone in his gilded cage. He didn't see the Akuma coming.

And then there were reports of a white-suited Chat Noir, helping other akuma start with an edge against Ladybug. For every bit flashy Chat Noir normally was, Chat Blanc was going out of his way to be subtle.

It had been a nightmare for Marinette. She was already working basically a double shift to make up for Chat's absence. He wouldn't answer any of her calls, and hadn't since Adrien got hit. Did he blame her for that for some reason? That seemed totally unlike him, but he'd been gone since Adrien was grounded. She's sitting in her room, sighing up at a picture of Adrien.

"Don't worry, Marinette," Tikki says consolingly as she pats Marinette's hand, "I'm sure that everything will be okay. We just need to have faith in your friends!"

Mari can't help but smile to her kwami, always somehow knowing what is gnawing at her, "I hope you're right, Tikki."

afraid_of_my_shadow

It had been months in the planning, the training, the setting up proper background information setting Félix up as this criminal mastermind that used Alex to dethrone the current corrupt legal infrastructure to set up his own. They had to have plants throughout the police force, and then all of the fake business infrastructure that look like people Felix could be puppetting. The most difficult for Alex was probably not even making his instructional videos, but working with a professional undercover stylist to make him a wardrobe that looked like Felix and him had been in this relationship for years, and the coaches teaching them how to fake body language of intimacy that usually only came with time. He found his cheeks flushed far more often than he would like to admit, and he was thankful that it was always the same agent that worked with them on this.

Finally the big day came, and Alex is in the back of a limo with Félix, his heart beating fast. He's wearing a pair of tight pleather boy-shorts with a locked waistband and a pair of zippers locked together with a padlock in front of his crotch. He has chiffon light, bright blue sleeves attached to a wrap that angles across his chest so that some of it is over one shoulder while the other barely is over the sleeve, and then it wraps back around his side, making a triangle across his now toned abdomen. Over it he wears a puffy vinyl vest with a faux fur lined hood, zipped up while they're in the car. He tries not to adjust the fishnet thigh-highs or the garters attaching them to his shorts, but also finding fidgeting with their precise placement was helping him calm his nerves. That, and his particular way of foot-tapping, lifting his short matching blue stiletto and clicking it onto the limo's ground on the small line of solid plastic where the seat connects to the carpeted floor.

Alex shuffles against Félix, rubbing the smooth back of his manicured and buffed but unvarnished nails. The driver is also an undercover agent with enough clearance for them to talk relatively freely, but Alex had taken a few minutes to find his focus and settle into his nerves more comfortably. "I th-think I might be m-most s-scared about b-being found out. I m-mean, r-realistically even if they d-don't believe us there w-will be a way to c-convince them. It's s-so s-strange, wh-when father had me spy, I n-never w-was s-scared at g-getting caught." But the punishment of getting caught would just be more abuse, and he might get dumped outside his apartment after getting the shit beat out of him, but it was just more of the same trauma he became used to.

He lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes as he leans his hooded head against Félix's shoulder, wrapping his arm around his partner's, lacing his fingers into Félix's. He looks up at the other blond's blue eyes, his own drastically defined with a fine line of metallic brown and some make-up magic that manages to make his blonde lashes thick with a light-catching golden bronze to keep the unique look while also making his eyes seem even wider. His lips are plumped with some kind of lip gloss that made his lips tingle and shine with some other wizardry that sealed it on for at least a few hours. "I'm o-okay, though. Th-the safeword's 'hungry'," he reconfirms for Félix as he looks up with him with those eyes. For your average agent it might be an issue, but considering Alex's method of eating it provided a perfect cover. "T-try t-to forget y-your c-compassion. I-it's difficult, I know, b-but if I h-haven't s-said the safeword I-I'll be okay. J-just, I'm j-just an o-object as long as w-we're inside there." He's repeating information they had reviewed countless times, and when he adds, "D-don't be nervous," it's obvious it's more said for his own benefit than Félix's.

afraid_of_my_shadow

$5000 for some kind of human experiment? He doesn't blame them for thinking he was a homeless runaway. He looked the part, oversized worn-out hoodie, torn up jeans and worn out shoes with a hole in the toe. He was sitting under an awning by a 24 hour deli munching on something that looks like he might have scrounged out of a dumpster- even though it was just from this asian baker down the road and was actually quite good.

He considers for a moment and then shrugs. The CRP would hate it, and they had already done so much, what worse could come from this? He would probably end up in the lab's hospital while Loretta pretended she was just talking to him, and not undoing whatever damage he'd managed to get done to him. Not to mention, he was pretty sure that he might die laughing if the CRP had to go rescue one of their assets from some other insane comic-book style evil scientific venture. It would be too perfect.

He knew the moment he saw the place that this was trouble. It was way too nice a place. It was polished, clean, well staffed and state of the art. He read the papers, and a wave of nihilism pushed his pen across the paper, signing his name despite knowing just how horrible these results could be. He wouldn't call himself suicidal, but he'd stopped checking both ways before crossing the street weeks ago and things hadn't been getting better.

He's in the chamber the scientists put him in, pretending to be asleep, but knowing his vitals must be showing as strong despite whatever that thing was entering his body. He lays on the pathetic pad meant as a mattress, his mishealed and worn joints aching with the hard floor, but he's so used to it that he doesn't even think to complain. He tries to focus on his own anxiety over his situation, over all the ways this could just end in him suffering more trying to make his vitals seem wrong. He knew he should be trying to seem weak, to prolong his time here, prolong the time for the CRP to realize he's dropped off the map again and come find him to deliver some new punishment.

He doesn't even notice that the poor symbiote is hungry, having accustomed himself so much to starving that the added hunger barely did anything to motivate him to seek out some emotion to devour.

mori_girl

Estelle had spent the last two winters alone, meaning that she's now ten years old, two months, and six days, if she hasn't lost track on the calendar in the cabin. Marking off the days was one way that she held onto civilization. She was getting her clothes and her food from the plants she called friends. She got her socializing from the trees and the bushes. She could coax plants into repairing the cabin when there's a leak.

But sometimes she just needed to roam a little further from home. She could walk for a day and a half and find a road. Sometimes she would walk all the way out there and look for people camping along the road to listen to what has happened outside her woods. Other times she would wander for days deeper into the woods where there would surely be no other humans, leaving a path of foxglove in her footsteps to lead her home. It might be hard for most people to see the difference between the plants, but for Ellie, the only way she could see was from plants. She could see where they are being touched, the weight of a foot on the soil above their roots, just as much as she could feel the sun through her skin and theirs.

So she could feel something stuck in some briars just on the edge of her senses as she drew closer to it. Once she's close enough to realize that it is something living and struggling she rushes towards whatever it is, kneeling by the briar and coaxing the branches away from whatever was fighting in it while hushing. "It'll hurt less if you just relax and let me work," she says as she stares without focus- largely because her pupil is so small it almost doesn't exist at all.

lingeringsolitude

"Come back to the castle!"

Her voice crackled through four helmets and the teens seemed uneasy at the command. "But we need to fight." Came Adrien's voice.

"Not right now! We pick our battles more carefully than this. Come back. All four of you."

"But the Castle!" started Alya,

"Is functional. The Kwamis fixed it now get back here. This instant. We don't know that ship or who is behind it. What we do know is they just killed Zarkon. I will not lose you - any of you."

"But Black!" This came from Marinette.

"I know but your lives are more important." She loves Adrien and his friends but they're going to make her old before her time.

ughthisguy

Keith and Shiro had been through a lot since they first met all those years ago. They'd been so much further than Keith ever thought he'd fly, and had done a lot he could actually feel proud of, but lately his self-esteem has taken a hit. When fighting with Shiro's cone, he slammed Keith into a vat of pearlescent pale purple quintessence. He wasn't sure at first if it was a strange burn- it had certainly burned critical parts of his suit- or if his skin was just purple. When things settled down again they had him go into a healing pod for the strange quintessence burns- but instead of coming out looking like himself he came out looking a lot more like his mom- and apparently his grandfather.

He'd inherited his grandfather's ears, tail and fur, something the quintessence had brought out in him while he healed. It seemed the pod took the start of change the quintessence caused and just made it cascade through his entire body. The others got to see as his features became progressively more galran while the pod insisted that he wasn't done 'healing' yet. It's been a few months that they've been on Earth now, and still most of the humans that knew him before act awkwardly around him. Things only changed with the other Paladins for all of a day, maybe as they just got used to Keith's new appearance, and he had barely even noticed at the time and couldn't fault them for looking back on things.

In the last week, though, he has been starting to feel strange. He's been feeling feverish, and he's not even sure what his temperature is supposed to be anymore. Should it be just like other galra? Are there differences between galra with fur and without? Food also all was tasting strange. Even stranger than it did when he first got out of the healing pod. Everything suddenly also smelled so much more intensely. He asked Kroila about how he'd been feeling, who stayed behind with Keith as an advisor on Galra tactics and to receive the encoded messages from the Blades, warning about possible attacks and other things they may want to know of. She instantly seemed concerned and told him that he needs to just go on some bed rest, that she would take care of him. She convinced him that it was a normal thing, like the flu for humans, and she just wanted to take care of him at least once they way that she should have when he was little, and he couldn't really outright deny her that, but what was wrong with him getting a glass of water for himself? Kroila had said that it's not contagious, after all.

He is heading back to his room when he sees Shiro walk out of his door, and it was like he was blasted with a wall of heat when he sees Shiro in his tank top and boxers, presumably stepping out for the showers. He stops dead in his tracks, feeling his heart start to race. His jaw falls a little open and it's like time has slowed- but his body has as well. And what was that amazing smell? He steps forward, his eyes wide open. "Shiro...."

the_seme

( You're about to view content that the poster has marked as potentially inappropriate for anyone under the age of 18. )

afraid_of_my_shadow

The Police Chief has Alex's wrist in his hand, pressed against the desk in his office while his lips press hungrily against Alex's neck. It was the third time this week he had taken Alex bent over his desk, and the third time Alex had questioned if this was even legal for the chief to be doing this to him.

( CW: Sex, violence, SVU )

And it's not because it had gotten him promoted to detective in a near record time in the department he was most interested in working in. That had been the only reason he'd agreed, since it had been implied that to refuse would mean he would never even get to work outside of records with no hope of advancement. He agreed out of desperation in somehow improving this mess of a police force, if really helping people. And he figured it was better him than some naive intern or something. He'd sworn he'd help root out why he'd not gotten any help before the livestream where he showed the evidence of crime, put his own father under citizen's arrest and brought him to the police. With that event they couldn't ignore it anymore. The footage had gone viral and sparked international outrage.

He was still surprised at all the corruption laid bare in the force, and he'd not earned any friends with his stunt. They all knew of the corruption as well but most kept quiet about it. That Alex wouldn't made him a snitch which lost him even more favour. So of course when he was promoted to detective and transfered to the SVU it was no surprise he was partnered with the other unpopular detective.

Alex had gotten the impression that Félix didn't like him much, so he barely registed the slowly changing expression that Félix had whenever he took a call from the chief. He was usually too absorbed in steeling himself for what was about to happen. He didn't need to see the usual detatched look Félix wore, he figured it would just exhaust him more.

Alex normally was uncomfortable around Félix, unsure how to read him even more than he usually felt with people. Félix also didn't speak much, or use a lot of typical body language - or when he did he would tell Alex nothing was wrong, or that he was feeling something different from what people usually felt when showing those motions, confusing Alex more. He'd developed a talent in actually sensing the negative things people around him felt, a psychic skill he never dared bring up to anyone, lest they think him crazy. But Felix pinged it in such odd ways, like how he seemed near perpetually irritated, but he also rarely seemed more upset than that. Of course, sometimes cases brought out more, but Alex would see him as a monster if he didn't get upset at those things, even if his facial expression never changed. Maybe it was because of how frequently Félix seemed annoyed, but even his ability to see that aura seemed faulty. Which meant Félix tended to get a lot of long, confused looks while Alex tried to figure his partner out.

That wasn't to say they didn't work well together. Neither were interested in the usual idle office chatter, which meant they spent a lot more time actually working. It also turned out both could be warm and compassionate with victims they met as well, though Alex knew he wasn't nearly as good with dealing with the families. He had been working on that, as well as something he'd managed to do a few times in the field- manipulate how another person felt, either to feel what he felt or so that he could take away some of their suffering for a while. It had been making things go better, and he was learning along the way how important it was to soften the reality of things as well. Unfortunately, he still struggled with getting suspects to take him seriously.

And that's why the police chief was mocking him now by saying, "still can't get others to take a little sissy like you seriously?" He slaps Alex's ass then, getting a yelp out of him.

Alex hides his face deeper into his arm, "y-you know I h-hate that!" It's not even being called a sissy that bothers him, its that mocking tone. That tone where it was obvious that the person was looking down on him. He hates it so much that he even could feel himself starting to cry, so he turns his head to not soak his suit with his tears.

The Police Chief pets his hair, hushing Alex, "Sh, you don't mind it that much, right? Enough to put up with it for your job, right?" Alex sobs softly, nodding as he still hides his face. The other man pets his bare ass as he keeps pounding it, "that's what I thought, my cute little sissy slut."

October 2021

M	T	W	T	F	S	S
				1	2	3
4	5	6	7	8	9	10
11	12	13	14	15	16	17
18	19	20	21	22	23	24
25	26	27	28	29	30	31

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags

Navigation

virtuestovices

Recent Entries

Syndicate

Profile

The Horcrux Awakens

Hogwarts AU

Vampire Felix AU

The Cat and the Canary in the Coalmine

(no subject)

Forge My Soul Back Together

Arranged Marriage Cosplay Chapter

Noah/Edward - Angel AU

Angel Meme

Noah and Edward

OTA -Fluff/Gen Things

Spookems

Felinette save Chat Blanc

AlFé: SVU - infiltration

Alex meets Venom

Hello new friend!

Voltron AU

Fuzzy Keith #1

Kidnapped! CW: Hitachiin style twincest

AlFè SVU

October 2021

Expand Cut Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit