Blood of Passage: Part Ten


She sighed and entered her rooms and froze at the  golden haired female waited for her with a kind smile on her face. Her warm brown eyes…they were Blakes. “I’m Morrigan. But you can call me Mor.”  His mother.

She crossed her arms, covering up the bruises on the inside of her bicep. “Is it a blood thing or a blond thing; barging in my rooms when I’m alone? What do you want?”

“I have a letter for you from my son,” Mor said. “I suggest you read it before throwing it into the fire.”

She rolled her eyes, “I have seen your son twice; Both times were annoying.” But she still couldn’t get him out of her head. “What’s in the letter?”

Mor shrugged, “It’s not my business.”

“But you know what’s in it, don’t you?”

“I like you,” Mor smiled. ‘And yes. I do.”

She kept her arms crossed, “Set it on the table and I’ll read it later.”

Mor narrowed her eyes, “Are you going to tell me why you won’t uncross your arms?”


“You’re covering up a bruise, aren’t you? Did your father do it?”

She uncrossed her arms, “No; it was a training exercise.”

“I know more about hiding bruises than you realize, Aurora. Especially bruises that look like fingerprints.”

“You can’t tell anyone. Especially your son.” She didn’t know why his opinion about anything mattered to her. “You cannot tell Blake.”

Mor pursed her lips, “On one condition.”


“You read the entire letter and try to not kill my son for being an idiot.”

She snorted, “No promises. But fine.”

She took the letter from Mor. The wax was golden and the paper smelled vaguely of freshly cut grass and morning dew; of Blake. She looked up, “Thank-” She was gone. “Figures,” she muttered. “Well, a promise is a promise.” She opened the letter.


Blake tied back his hair, getting the loose strands and blood and sweat out of his face. A pool of dread weighed in his stomach; if it was about his brothers or Aurora or Maze- he didn’t know. All he did know was his brother was taken by a sociopath, that his mate was trapped with an abusive father and that  Maze left to find her mate with one of the most dangerous males he had ever encountered.

“Do either of your shadows know anything?” Bay asked quietly. “Could you reach out to either Adrien’s or Cyrian’s shadows?”

His shadows did pick something up. They picked up turmoil and pain all throughout the mountain. THey picked up death and blood and gore. He stopped. And Adrien. “He’s hurt. Badly. Were going to have to carry him out.”

Bay turned to Tarus, his eyes were hard and unyielding. “Could you heal Adrien? How far does your healing blood go?”

Tarus didn’t flinch under Bay’s look. “My blood could heal his wounds but if his wings are damaged, the best my blood will do for those is keep away infection. They must heal on their own, Baylor.”

“Do not call me Baylor; It’s Bay.” Nate grinned, no doubt thinking about how he was the only one who Bay let call him that. Bay ran a hand through his hair, “Are you sure you can’t help him? There has to be something. You don’t know Adrien like we do. He would sooner die than go without his wings.”

“I can heal his wounds, just not his wings. They need to heal naturally or else it could do more bad than good. If anything, you would need my sister or the High Lord of the Dawn Court; they had training that I was not allowed to learn in the Camps.”

Blake sighed, “We’ll deal with it after we survive the next two days. With people trying to kill us and with how hurt Adrien is, we need to prevent infection and keep him alive and get out of here as fast as we can.”

“If Maze and the others get to Adrien, they’re going to take him to a source of water. His wounds would be prone to infection from the debris around him.” Bay crossed his arms, “There are two water sources in the mountain. The ravines that vein through the mountain and meet up towards the exits. Warriors are going to be flocked to the water to stay hydrated.”

Blake sighed, “We need to split up. Again.”


She was going to kill him. How dare he tell her they were mates through a letter. A LETTER.  She was going to wring his blond head until his brain was a puddle then she was going to kick his ass. She almost screamed. Blake that stupid bastard.

A soft knock came at the door and she whirled around, the letter behind her back, “What?!”

Puella nudged through the door, her eyes wide.

“Oh! Puella. I’m sorry, I just- ugh. I need to process some things.”

Her maid smiled. You want to talk about it?

She shook her head, “I don’t think you want to know.”

I won’t tell anyone, Aroda. What’s wrong? Her mother’s name for her in her native language. 

She almost didn’t tell her. But Puella had been there since her mother had died. Her tongue was taken from her for sticking up for her against her father. “You know that blond Shadowsinger? Blake?”

She nodded. Yes.

She laughed harshly, “He told me something through a letter. Something that is so important. ‘I’m going to the Blood Rite and I just wanted you to know in case I died.’.. Who does that?! If he actually survives the Blood Rite I am going to kill him!” She collapsed onto her bed. “I need a nap.”

Puella sat next to her on her bed, brushing back her hair. A mischievous smile on her lips. Aurora snorted, “No, I don’t like him.” Her maid cocked an eyebrow showing she very much did not believe her. “Take that back. I do not have a type.” She shook her head, kissing her forehead. She sat up on her elbows, meeting her maid’s eyes, “He is cocky and arrogant and an overall pain in my ass.” And he was her mate. “Cancel my training for the rest of the afternoon. I am taking a long, long nap.”


The pain shot through his limbs and into his wings and he almost, almost fell unconscious. Maze was hazy, the amber slashes in her eyes bright with anger. He tried to grin at her, “I stayed alive.” It came out slurred.

Her face broke apart, “I know you did. I know you did, Adrien. I am so sorry. For everything.” 

The restaints on his arms were taken off, he would have collapsed if it weren’t for Zev and Cyrian holding him up. Wait. “Why is Cyrian helping me?”

Cyrian grunted, “Careful, Adrien. You might lose a few brain cells trying to figure it out.” Prick.

“Can you help heal him? Like you did me?”

“No, that was different. Besides it’s against the rules to use magic.”

“Please, Cyrian! For once in your life do something that benefits someone besides yourself! What would Tania say?”

“Do not use Tania against me,” Cyrian growled. 

“You are such a dick. I can’t believe we are friends.”

“I never said I was your-”

“Shut it, both of you!” Zev growled, “We need to get to a stream before his wounds get infected. His rapid healing will help him anyways. But we need to clean the wounds, first.”

“There’s going to be a lot of Illyrians. It’s a good thing were the best,” Cyrian smirked. He was in too much pain to roll his eyes.

He fought the darkness barreling at him. He made Mazakynn a promise. He would stay alive. But the pain shooting through his wings…he couldn’t lose his wings. He just couldn’t.


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Dead Guy Walking

“Tim,” Jason mutters, shock and sadness covering the name.

                 I wish your mother had been a little stronger.

                     I wish she stayed around a little longer.

“Run home to Mommy dearest.” Jason snaps, turning away. His head still ringing from the blow it took.

“Can’t do that.” Tim snarls from the ground where he is wrapping his calf to stop, or at least pause, the bleeding. “She gave up back in that jungle. Dad claims she said she had nothing to go on for. That it was too hard.”

Jason closes his eyes, breathing deeply to push the guilt down. He had meant Alfred, had forgotten that his actual mother was dead.

A humorless chuckle reaches his ears, “Guess love won’t help you overcome everything. Guess it wasn’t enough. Or maybe I wasn’t.”

“Don’t. You need to go.” Tim says. When his face tilts enough to become visible, Jason’s hurts at the dead expression on his face, at the heaviness that seems to have settled into his skin. Tim doesn’t move when Jason takes a single step closer. Tim’s pale skin is ashy grey, his body standing as if his bones are too heavy for him to hold up. Jason curses at everyone, at himself, at the world for ruining this young man.

                            I wish your dad was good!

Jason perches on the window ledge as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. He wants to leave, but between his broken wrist and Alfred he knows he won’t get far. Well, won’t get far in one piece. He smiles at the thought. He takes in the silence of the Manor’s grounds; the still air so different from the noise of the city. Which is why he glares at the open window that let’s the shrill of a phone break it.

“Hello?” Tim’s voice falls out of the window. Jason watches his shadow as Tim stretches. “Oh. Umm, I…just…just a second.”

Jason debates going back inside, but then Alfred will definitely smell the smoke and he just opened this pack. So he refocus on the conversation, leaning against the wood frame, and exhales smoke.

“Timothy, where are you?” A voice hisses. Tim must have put it on speaker Jason figures as the voice continues, “I look like an idiot when you don’t make it to the meetings. I can’t run this business alone.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Tim’s shadow moves around, a rustling noise accompanying his words. “I got in late from San Francisco and then Bruce—”

“Bruce is not your father.” The statement has Jason frowning. He is more of a father than you Jack, which is sad; Jason shakes his head at the thought. “He does not get final say.”

“Of course, I understand that. It’s just the case needed another set–” Tim rushes to say.

Again Jack cuts his son off. “Our agreement was that you could continue with…your extra activities as long as?”

“As long as I put the company’s needs first, listened to you, and didn’t talk about it.” Tim’s tone is flat, computer like. His shadow shrinks in on itself.

“Get home Timothy. I’m leaving in the morning and you need to be briefed.” The dial tone is the only goodbye Tim receives.

Jason ignores the sound of a fist smacking the wall as he sucks down the last puff. Instead he crawls back inside, shutting the glass tight. Thank God Willis was gone before he became that. Jay’s mind whispers. Jason pauses, thinking back to Tim. He huffs at himself before shooting Dick a text to check on baby bird.

Jason reaches out, cupping Tim’s cheek. “No, we need to leave Timmy.”
An emotion starts to break through Tim’s stoney face. His breathing stutters as he relaxes against Jay’s palm. “That’s not the plan.” He croaks, swallowing a sob. Jason moves slowly, projecting his every move. Bring his arm up to rest his hand on Tim’s waist, pulling the teen into his chest.

                             I wish grow-ups understood!

Bruce stands in the doorway, hulking figure taking up the whole thing. Jason pauses in his observation of the body. He meets the white eyes of the cowl, “Finders keepers B.”

“This is not your case, Hood. Get out.” The Bat growls at his second son. “Robin!”

Jason stands as Tim swipes into the room, their eyes meeting briefly. “B, my territory my case so either share or get the fuck out.” Jay steps closer to Bruce.

Bruce’s lips peel back, harsh words probably bubbling in his throat.

“I’ll forward the file to you after I updated it tonight Hood.” Tim speaks before a fight can break out.

Jason nods at him, stepping out of Bruce’s way. He squeezes Tim’s shoulder, “Thanks, Baby Bird. I’ll send back whatever I know or find out.”

Jason exits but pauses at Bruce’s tone.

“Robin, we do not work with criminals.”

“Red Hood is no longer consider that.” Robin replies. Tim’s words ease the sting of Bruce’s.

“Robin, you know very well that people do not just bounce back. Hood will not get the file.” The Batman growls.

The silence has Jason tensing and stepping back to the room.

“It’s like you don’t want him back. Everyone is trying, yet you won’t even stay in–”

“We have a case, Robin. Do not get off topic again. Hood will not get any information on this or any other cases from our computer. End of discussion.” Bruce must have turned or crouched because Jason can make out the cape dragging against the floor.

Jason leaves, rage on a tight lease. He breaks up a fight, tracks down some informs before heading home. He drops his guns on the table, turning on his computer to compile what he knows. Smirks at the file: malina, a paper copy. The note inside gets a chuckle.

          He said no info from our computer. So this is from Babs’ and it’s a          paper copy.

                              Send her any info you get.


“I have to do this. If I don’t–” Tim whimpers.
“No you don’t.” Jason says firmly. “Timmy, stop this.” Jason tightens his hold on the younger boy; finding the middle ground between a hug and a restainted. His cheek rests on top of ink black hair, a little greasy from days without a shower. Tim pushes Jason’s chest, yet grips the back of his shirt with another hand.
“If I stop, then we still have to fight. If I continue,” Tim rushes to explain, “I can stop other deaths. I can end so much pain.” His eyes have a feverish tint to them; lack of sleep leaving them pink and swollen.

        I wish we had met before they convinced you life is war.

Jason had been told to look out for Robin, that he was not to be left alone if found, that after the two deaths… That Dick wanted him found. Climbing up to the top of the old church, Jason spots a flash of yellow against the stone gargoyle. “Robin.” Jason calls out in greeting. Only to see a mask-less face staring back. “Oh, baby bird.”

Tim hiccups, curling tighter into his cape. “Go.”

Jason debates: he could call Dick, tell him where Tim is, and be done or he could step forward.

He steps forward. “I’m just here for the view.” Jason shrugs as he settles against the cold stone. The bare face makes sense when he notices the tear streaks on Tim’s cheek; the mask’s paste must have been washed away by the constant tears. Jason had sat down close enough to barely brush his arm against Tim’s shoulder. The distance was there if Tim needed it, but small enough to close without issue.

“They are dead.” Tim whispers. “I keep waiting for Bart to rush by or–” he chokes “or Kon to swoop down. But they are dead. And they’re not coming back.”

Jason nods. Doing nothing when Tim’s weight settles onto his arm.

“I’m the only human and they’re the ones killed. The ones getting statues. I’m the human and they…” Tim swallows.

Jason shifts so that Tim can curl into his side. “I know baby bird. I’m sorry you lost your friends.”

“I lose everyone Jason.” Tim whispers into the dark.

“It’s part of the gig.” Jason has no words of comfort. At one point, he was the causality of this job.

“It’s part of war.” Tim breathes out.

Jason waits till Tim has drifted off into what can only be a restless sleep before calling Dick. He scoops Tim up and tightens his hold when it hits him this is what Bruce looked like carrying him.

“You will add to mine if you continue.” Jason confesses. “If you go through with this, Dick, Alfred, Babs, Cass, Cassie, me, hell even Bruce–”
“Everyone has someone Jason! I lost mine. I lost Kon and Bart and Stephanie. I lost Dad and Mom and—” Tim has become haggard; his chest rising slowly and falling quickly like it was too much to hold in oxygen.
“I don’t have anyone. Don’t go.” Jason bellows, shaking Tim ever so much. “Leave with me. Please, Tim.”

                        I wish you’d come with me.



Genre: Slight angst, Dom!Kihyun Sub!Kihyun, Smut (a good amount of it), romance.

An: This is just a little intro to the story. If Ya’ll like it I’ll write more if not then……


He knew it was wrong to feel this way about you, but he couldn’t help it. You were like a cold glass of fine wine, sweet and bitter at the same time. His throat would go dry just by the sound of his name rolling off your lips as he gripped those thighs that he loved so much. He would lose his self restaint when you pushed his face deeper into your wet pussy.  

    Your face was engraved in his mind as he watched you cum in his mouth. His tongue lapping up all of your sweet jucies that you made just for him. But this was wrong, so very wrong. You pushed him off of you leaving him to fall on his backside in the middle of his kitchen.

“Thanks boy wonder, I was feeling super stressed today.” You said as you picked up your panties and jeans from the floor. Sliding them back on as he watched you from the floor. He watched as you walked over to him squating down infront of him.

“Looks like you got something to take care of no?” He felt your hand grab his hard on through his jeans. He through his head back and moaned as he felt your nimble finger add pressure to is aching erection. Grabbing his face you made him look at you. His eyes mirrored yours, dark and full of lust. Bringing his lips close to your own you took a deep inhale and exhaled letting your breath ghost over his lips. He whimperd he wanted to lean in and kiss those plump lips he loved but knew not to.

“You’re always such a good boy.” Finally leaning you kissed him. He opened his mouth letting you run your tongue in his mouth. You even had to admit you favorite thing about him was his skillful mouth, weather it be when he threw smart remarks at you or when he had you cumming in minutes with the same mouth. Pulling away you caught your breath, he always somehow did that to you.

“I gotta go now, I’ve already been here longer than I should have.” You got up to leave, leaving him still on the floor watching your retreating back. He didn’t get up until he heard the door shut behind you. Slowly he walked to his living room where he plopped down on the couch. He layed back and let his arm cross infront of his face, covering his eyes.

“What is wrong with you Kihyun!” He hissed in a low whisper hoping to not wake up his sleeping roommate in the next room. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this with you. He knew he shouldn’t be sleeping with his best friend but he couldn’t help it. He wanted you, he wanted you to be his best friend  and his lover but you didn’t want to cross that line.

“Fuck!” He hit the back of the couch in frustartion. He set himself up for this and he knew it.

anonymous asked:

Hiya, I was wondering if there would be any more parts to your boarding school AU? I just saw an excerpt from it and it's really good :)

Ah, thank you! Yeah, it’s definitely going to be a longer fic that I’m waiting to publish in its entirety when it’s finished. Have another teaser!! 

[teaser one][teaser two]


Stiles wakes up to the sound of the bells ringing for dinner from the dining hall and shrill laughter all around him. He blinks and then finds himself unable to move, the chill air raising goosebumps on his bare chest– fuck, where are his clothes?

Stiles struggles a little; there’s duct tape wrapped securely all around him from his waist to his thighs, securing him to the flagpole in the center of campus, hands also taped behind his back. He looks up, and he can see his school uniform–including the boxers he was wearing– flapping in the wind at the top of the flagpole.

“Nice chest hair, Stilinski!” Ward snickers as he walks by. “It’s like the little patch that could!”

Stiles glares in his direction, and he can’t even hurl any insults because his mouth has been duct taped as well.

Is he naked? Ugh, this is so humiliating. Stiles squirms, trying to get free, and realizes with relief that they put something on him because there isn’t anything taped directly to his dick or balls. Not as much of jerks as they could have been, he thinks. There is tape all over his ass, though. Fuck, that’s going to sting like hell when it comes off.

Great, just great. Stiles is wearing a jockstrap and is taped to a pole for the amusement of anyone who walks by. Never say he didn’t suffer for his work.

Most of the boys who aren’t outright laughing at him are either avoiding his gaze and passing him by quickly, probably hoping not to incur any wrath by helping Stiles down. Stiles spots Jun walking by, who immediately mouths at him “I’m going to get help” and dashes off.

The crowd of boys headed from the dorms towards the dining hall thins until Stiles is alone. The evening is starting to get cold, and Stiles can’t help but make helpless noises against the duct tape gag when he sees a tall figure walking towards him.

Of course it would be.


complain all you want. me you and marvel all know you have no self control. so go ahead whine about Marvel vs Capcom Infinite all you like ... we’re all still gonna buy it

just like Street Fighter V we all nitpick it. pointed out very noticable flaws

and still bought it

sure you bought it so you complain about on social medias

but you still bought it

and your gonna buy this one too

in fact your probably gonna get the most expensive of the version

cause you have no self restaint


So I was asked to write a bit about the Phantoms I’ve seen. Putting it behind the cut, as the post turned into a quite massive lil’ thing when I was done…

I must say that although I have my favourites, I’ve never seen a bad Phantom live. They’ve all been good, in different ways. But if I were to list my top 5 Phantoms, it would look something like this (in no particular order): Flemming Enevold, Scott Davies, John Owen-Jones, Earl Carpenter aaaaand… not sure who the fifth one is, as there’s so many solid candidates. Somewhere between Brad Little, Marcus Lovett and Ian Jon Bourg, probably. Though I also have a big heart for Preben Kristensen and David Arnsperger.

59 performances, 16 Phantoms. Here’s my thoughts on them.

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Wook gets sometimes so much hate and frankly I don’t understand why. He might not make my heart flutter the way Wang So does, but he is such an amazing character, genuinely good person and is being incredibly portrayed by Kang Ha Neul; and I’m saying this as a hardcore SoSoo shipper. Infidelity is a very pertinent issue which was featured in the original novel, where the 8th Prince even had TWO wives, however, RX’s COUSIN DID NOT LOVE HIM and he really suffered in that relationship, therefore changing the storyline in such a way where Myung Hee is Wook’s only wife and actually really loves him adds a completely new dimension to the whole story. RX’s moral dilemma ended the moment she learned her cousin didn’t love the 8th Prince, but here HS’s and Wook’s dilemma is much more profound. The restaint and the temptation of the forbidden is much stronger here. The fact that they can’t escape each other’s closeness because they live under the same roof makes it even more difficult to deal with it and resist the pull. THEY CAN’T STOP THE ATTRACTION OR THEIR FEELINGS, BUT THEY NEVER ACT ON THEM. You can protest that emotional infidelity is infidelity as well, but as love is something you cannot force or control, you can’t choose the person you fall in love with - that’s why love is emotion and emotion is not a product of the brain. It’s a fact Myung Hee understoond and accepted because SHE DID LOVE HIM and that’s what truly mattered in the end. It hits him hard because he was never able to fully reciprocate her feelings and love her back the way she did. She had his kindness and his loyalty until the very end and that means something because until the very end he didn’t succumb to his feelings for HS out of a loyalty for her. Myung Hee was severely ill and was unable to sleep with Wook nor give him children (the duty of each wife), but he never forced her or blamed her, he stood up for her in front of Queen Yoo, and despite it all he never was unfaithful to her. There are different kinds of love and it’s sad world we live in when kindness and loyalty is so terribly underappreciated. WOOK DID LOVE MYUNG HEE, IN HIS OWN WAY, he did right by her and she died in his arms happy because he cared for until the very end. The tears he cried when he carried her lifeless body were tears of loss.

Some people might find the sudden feelings between HS and Wook too abrupt and unrealistic, but for Wook, who has lived in a marriage of convenience and a life of duty, it must feel as if he was hit by lightning. It overwhelms him and he doesn’t know how to react and struggles to control it. And because he has always ben so reserved, HS’s exuberance gets him out of his comfort zone because she is the completely opposite of him. Whereas for Hae Soo he is the first man who was kind to her in Goryeo and helped her to get used to her new life. In a world where she was so completely and utterly alone, without family and friends, he suddenly appeared like her beacon of safety. She began to feel grateful to him and since that happened soon after her break-up FOR HAE SOO THEY ARE BASICALLY REBOUND FEELINGS AND REBOUND RELATIONSHIP.


So here is the start of a fanart-redesign-headcanon project thing I started on the day before Spring break. It’s definitely going to be an on-and-off thing due to school.

I actually had the idea of doing it two years ago and did some strictly for Chiro(gotta start with the protag y’ know? I might upload those by the way) But the motivation never hit me until one day at an party in my friends’ apartment last December, there was twelve of us and we were talking about the childhood shows we missed the most. I mentioned SRMTHFG! and found out that more than half of them were fans. It was definitely one of the biggest highlights of that month since I thought I was the only fan, or at least the only one who knew about it. We even talked about out fave episode, characters etc. It was great.

But the main reason I wanted to do this mini project is that this series was a big part of my late childhood and preteen years. Additionally, it is one of my biggest artistic influences and just right in line with my aesthetic.

I cannot explain how much I love and hate this show. (Yeah there were things in the show I just didn’t like at all). The animation was downright dynamic and the character designs just unique. And the voice acting oh my god…giant shoutout to Greg Cipes, Kari Whalgren, and Corey Feldman. The story at first was echhh but greatly improved as the seasons progressed. But I would like to give the biggest shoutout to Ciro Nieli for producing this one-of-a-kind series that filled those years with such fun adventures.

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