#misc drabble

[thatwildnya]

@doux-seduisante-luxure @tsokolate-scribbles

“This way, hurry hurry!” the catboy tugs on his guests arms eagerly. More than once they had stumbled because of Nya’s tugging but couldn’t find themselves to be annoyed with this. The energy radiating from his was the same as a small child being very proud to have done something helpful.

“Ta-da!~” opening a door within his home, the two were greeted with the sight of the room being filled to the brim with blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, etc.

“I made a cuddle cave!” Nya announced proudly. Puffing out his chest he continued, “I saved up a lot to buy multiple types of everything so all my guests had something to their preferences! We can do more than judt cuddling and naps too! Anything goes really, make sure to give me lots of pleasure as thanks!”

Silence met his words. Nya reran his word choice through his head coming to the realization of what he’d implied.

Face flushing redder than a rose, Nya started waving his arms frantically. “I-I didn’t mean it like that! We don’t have to do that- I mean, we’re not supposed to- well actually we can but not here- that was poor word choice- ahhhhh-” Nya dived under a blanket leaving only his tail sticking out. Oh, how innocent he was.

[moonxsuncelestials]

"My Master. Was it wise to bind me to the seas? To Priscilla's whims?" Lexia questioned the dragon as he got dressed behind his changing curtain. She could see the outline of his small, lithe body, knew the muscles that hid the truth of his strength.

"I bound you to no one, Lexia." His deep voice sent shivers up her spine, the hair on the nape of her neck rising. A warning, she figured, a reminder of who she is talking to. "You chose to be the Ferryman. I never said that the job would be without hazards, you merely assumed as such." She bowed her head as he came forth, dressed in his more 'casual' outfit; that of a black tunic with his back exposed. "Forgive-" she couldn't breathe for a second and swore he was choking her. Of course, he merely was reminding her of her place. Where she stood with him a the moment.

And just within a few seconds, the pressure lifted.

"Do you remember how desperate you were to protect your coven? To ensure that The Hunters could never find them or you, ever again? Because I do." He was calm as he descended his stairs and met her at the bottom. "I never made you into The Ferryman, Lexia Zoey Dupont. You chose that route, not I. And thus you shall remain as my Ferryman. You will still have a roof over your head, your apartment taken care of within the Human Realm. The Hunters will not find you so long as you continue to be in my service. Remember that, My Human."

Lexia was then tossed via magic through a mirror and back into her apartment, miraculously on her couch. "OMPH!" She coughed and groaned before she struggled to sit up. "Okay, note to self: NEVER question him again." Sighing though in relief, she looked up at the mirror and noticed the mark on her chest.

The symbol of King Yun. Of Armageddon.

"Welp. Worth it. Being his only human is bound to have some perks, and pitfalls."

[moonxsuncelestials]

"I been thinkin' it high time I shed de human name I chose when I was excommunicated by Druindar and thought dat de Malones cared fer me."

"Oh? Like what Lil Iris?" Onyx asked as he looked up from the paperwork he had to finish up for their dads.

"I made a list of where I was born but...maybe I should look more into what fits fer here?"

"I mean, the Irish Gaelic names stand to pretty nicely and they are beautiful. But lemme ask you this, what do you feel suits you? Onyx isn't my real name but it's one I chose because one I like the sound and two, it's a nice gem. Plus unique for a merman~" Onyx smiled at his little brother. "Choose what feels right to you. Dad and Pops want you to do what feels right, whether its your name or what you want to do with your life. Just like how they gave Eclipse and Ives that choice."

"I hate when ye make sense..." Stephan huffed softly before he swiped a cookie that Onyx had next to him. But that's his big brother who chuckled. "Li is fine with his name-" "That's due to him wanting a connection to his past, Lil Iris." Onyx reminded the elven tide dragon. "You're different. You had betrayal after betrayal, and no one blames you for wanting to change your name one more time. Just think about what feels right, okay?"

Sighing, Stephan looked at Onyx and smiled softly. Count on Onyx to act and even sound like their fathers. "If I had to choose...I'd might go fer an older name dat be easy fer Li and e'eryone else to pronouce. Maybe a gem name like ye have."

[moonxsuncelestials]

The question is, how does he get into the cave? He couldn’t just walk right in, the water could wash him away and the stones were slick; if he fell in the waterfall’s churning could easily drown his sorry elven ass. Or would it? Came a small voice that had him looking around before he chuckled. He then noticed the other smaller stones that led somewhere, possibly to the entryway that while slippery wasn’t all that treacherous. “I came dis far.” He said aloud and took the chance, rather pleased when he was right about the stone steps being a tad bit more covered in algae which meant he had to be very careful with his footing. 

Eventually, he found the pathway that led to the entryway of the cavern. Deeper inside, he was greeted with rough subtle blue crystals that acted as torches embedded into the walls of the cavern. The ground itself was a smooth contrast pathway that seemed unaffected by the water. Ahead of him was a bridge, made of the same crystal when he noticed moving images in the crystals surrounding him. The wind would circle around a few as he walked by, noticing that the images were of when he was at his lowest, shuddering at the most recent along with the realization that The Malones more than likely pitied him. 

“Please don’t make me wait, Let me see you, Da. Come to me now. Please don’t let me stray. Open the door. Please don’t make me wait, One moment more!” 

His voice rang out as he crossed the bridge, seeing an even brighter teal blue light up ahead. The wind then vanished and he found himself in what must have been a shrine of sorts. Blues and reds, varying hues and shades, lined the walls when he saw a larger crystal, this one a darker shade of red surrounded by teal ones; he then noticed that he was standing in a garden of sorts, the full Hunter’s moon above him when the voice that had been calling to him surrounded him.

“Come My Son, Homeward bound!” 

Stephan gasped as the voice that he had been following was none other than the dark BLUE DRAGON who then shifted to that of a smaller pale man with cyan blue hair covered in what must be stardust, the same blue teal ombre horns that shimmered with the golden stardust; he looked no older than Stephan yet the elf knew that this man was so much older. The power radiated off of him and then the ice copper sulfate blue eyes that held a warmth to them as he smiled and opened his arms for Stephan.

Tears of joy came before he ran to the dragon, shouting, “I am found!!”

Stephan held onto the dragon man, crying as he was hugged.

He found him…he found his father. “It’s okay, Stephan. I’m never leaving you alone again, My Son.”

“Papa.” He sniffled as the dragon cupped his face and dried his tears. 

“My precious boy…Welcome home.”

[moonxsuncelestials]

Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

There! 

Something within him awakened, causing him to gasp softly when he swore he saw a shimmer of gold stars in the groove. Could it be?

A gentle breeze surrounded him, bringing up the scent of lavender leaves, cool eucalyptus, and juniper berries, with a mixture of rainwater and chamomile; a wonderful scent that had him smiling.

“I’m comin’ Da.” He whispered back as he heard the voice again.

Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

“I’m comin’ home.” He added and began to follow the star dust that appeared within the wind. 

“Every inch of me is trembling,  But not from this cold night~ Something is familiar like A dream I can’t quite hold.”

The wind enveloped him, a hug in a sense, as the forest even seemed to aid him, helping him stay from tripping or meeting any nasty surprise.

“I can sense ye here,

Like a friend, I've always known

I'm arrivin’

And it feels like I am finally home.” 

Stephan couldn’t help the joy welling up as he looked around. The darkness was now more like a deep teal blue-wait was that the actual color of the bark?!

He couldn’t help his giddiness as he squeaked, running his hands along; the bark lit up too! And he could feel the tree’s joy-ah, it was welcoming him? 

He giggled before the wind nudged him along and he laughed a little as if it tickled him soon once more following the wind. “I’ve always had to be this fortress Had to keep secrets inside. But now you’ve guided me here, So please don’t hide.” 

He should have felt uneasy, unnerved by the pull that he felt, but he didn’t. It was invigorating, and exciting, as if he was a child again! 

“Are you the one I've been looking for All of my life?” He sang softly when he came to a fork in the groove that was covered in brambles, and thorns, all writhing like snakes when he saw flowers that appeared to be demonic. That should have scared him and yet, all he sensed was serenity when looking at them. 

Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

The voice was coming from the other side of the brambles and as he stepped forward, they carefully unwound themselves to let him through. A demonic rose even kissed his cheek, a leaf tickled his chin making him shiver with joy. 

“Ah-ah, ah-ah”

Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Something else was being born…

No.

It was awakening and he could feel it. 

This new energy hummed through his veins and for a moment he took it all in. It felt like he was finally taking in his first breath of the cleanest air he’s been missing his whole life. Stephan then broke out into a run, letting the forest and winds guide him.

“I've never felt so certain

All my life I've been scorned.

But I'm here for a reason

Could it be the reason I was born?” 

He came to some kind of river and knelt before it, soon touching the waters and he shivered from the coolness of it. Much to his amazement, thick black columns that acted as stepping stones rose from the depths and led to a lagoon with a waterfall. Taking his shoes off and putting them into the duffle bag he was carrying–he then looked at it and abandoned it completely, soon continuing to make his way carefully across the river.

“I have always felt so different and 

That normal rules did not apply.

But this the day

I’ll finally find out why!” 

The waters seemed to surround him, forming into little demonic  birds that seemed to guide him beyond the lagoon and to the waterfall. Now this was going to be tricky, he knew the dangers and couldn’t stop the pout from forming but he recalled how some waterfalls would hide caves, alcoves, and places to hide. There are even rumors and stories of how waterfalls hid gateways to other realms; kinda like the forest he had been in. Thus instead of feeling fear, Stephan smiled at the challenge before him. In some ways, it felt like he was being born.  

[moonxsuncelestials]

Exhaustion gnawed at his bones, the trek from leaving the bus station and having to jump trains, avoiding human police; gods he just wants to rest. Don’t ask him how many miles he has walked since he left the last point of what humans called civilization, where he has ended up; all that he knows is that he was so tired of wandering, tired of feeling alone. 

But something told him that he was close.

Close to what he didn’t know and it remained to be seen, yet Stephan (the name he goes by now) couldn’t ignore the pull to this direction. 

Something or someone was calling to him.

A disembodied velvet voice, a deep husky timber that set him at ease, called to him, searching for him; not unlike a parent who searches endlessly for their child. The voice always had this ability that gave him this sense of security that he has so desperately wanted all his life, one that his blood family could never provide. And for a while, certain members of the staff specifically The Malones did, but always on the shush-shush because of what Druindar would do if he ever learned of it. 

“Tch, may de bastard rot in Tartarus.” Stephan grumbled a little before taking a moment to sit on a log. Yes, that was dangerous because he could have stumbled upon a snake hunting for its meal, yet he could care less as he rested for a brief moment and looked up to the stars. They seemed to be mocking him and sighed in frustration before he looked in the direction he was being pulled in. 

The groove he had come to reminded him of the dreams from his childhood, even recurring now. The groove was not unlike this one, dark pines and oaks but the moonlight shined through to reveal a beautiful dark blue serpentine dragon whose mane was cyan blue yet there was a sheen of gold at the ends, the horns magnificent blue teal ombre with what looked like gold stars caught in them, the tips of his horns dipped in gold with the six feathered demonic wings. 

And those eyes. 

A bright ice blue with green sclera, looking at him as if he mattered. As if he was found, seen, and heard. 

Loved.

In these dreams, the other elven children were terrified, thinking that the dragon was a huge snake that somehow survived the culling from that human, St. Patrick, but he knew better.

No, this gorgeous, beautiful dragon held a far deeper power, far more than the unicorns that are now so rare. His dense blue fur seemed to have this unearthly warmth of a fire, it looked so soft and inviting for snuggles, and that deep thrum warmed the lost elf to the core. Stephan remembered the tears he shed that morning, because there was just something so ethereal about the dragon and those eyes when they locked-he felt the goosebumps and shivered with glee.

Yes, that was when he began to hear the voices, calling to him from the darkness. He’ll never forget the terror, many calling for him to bring them back, but the one stood out most of all, was the voice who had to be that of his father. No, not Druindar, but the one who called for him, called him by another name; the one he uses now. His true name was one that he now had to hide along with his gift because if Druindar ever got wind he could see and hear the spirits…

“Gods only know.” He growled a little before shedding a tear and hugged himself. Papa, I’m…I’m lost. I canna find ye…

“Please Papa…Please donna leave me.” He added with a soft sob.

[milkywaegalaxdae]

Taeyeol; morning drabble

“Uhm” Jongin raises sleepy eyes from where he was staring down the toaster at the sound of Baekhyun's voice. Baekhyun's got a mug of coffee halfway to his lips, paused in the middle of the open concept kitchen. Jongin follows his gaze straight across the room to where it's locked on Chanyeol, Jongin only then noticing the lack of Taemin's presence shuffling along at his side.

No, instead he was there at the dining table next to their nearly twice as tall hyung. Taemin was near glowing, his eyes turned to pretty crescents, eyelashes dusting his cheeks just a few too many times more a minute than usual. His hair was still sleep mussed but the way he was holding himself, fingers peeking out of a sizes too large hoodie that Jongin wasn't sure where he picked up, made him seem almost demur, warm. Chanyeol himself wasn't fairing much better, wide rimmed glasses pushed up his nose, the warmth of the indulgent crooked smile on his face complimenting the way he'd turned towards Taemin in his chair, his attention for possibly the first time in the past few days pulled away from the project on his computer.

Chanyeol's wearing the same clothes as the night before, Jongin notes, recalling when him and Taemin had shuffled passed him in the main room of the apartment. Taemin doesn't seem to mind, or more honestly doesn't seem to notice, with the way he leans into Chanyeol's space, each innocent touch of Taemin's hand as the younger speaks bringing a deeper flush of red to Chanyeol's ears.

It only seems to last a moment before Taemin is disappearing back into Jongin's room, leaving a dusted pink, sleep deprived, and smiling Chanyeol sitting at the table alone.

“Uh...what was that?” Baekhyun quirks an eyebrow, his gaze turned to Jongin this time, amusement colouring his words. Jongin simply shrugs, not nearly awake enough to attempt to explain his best friend, the pop of the toaster taking priority.

[heartslogos]

"This is stupid." Jason yells, doesn't even bother to look apologetic when Tim flinches. "We're vampires! Unholy creatures of the night! I shouldn't have to walk the dog when he's having his monthly!"

Cass looks up at him, eye brow raised.

"No offense to people who have a legit monthly." Jason amends. "I just think it's a little undignified for me to be walking the dog –"

"Tim's a werewolf." Cass says, Tim trots over, nosing her hand and arching up against her for pets and cuddles. "And you walk him because you're the only one who can keep up."

"Yeah, but you're this designated talker." Jason says. "Doesn't make sense for the person who talks for him to take him out? What if I have something better to do than take him to his monthly club?"

"You never have anything better to do." Cass says. "Besides they like you."

Jason makes a face. "They don't like me. They like mocking me."

Cass and Tim exchange a look.

"You're not even going to protest it, are you?"

Tim chuffs, and smacks Jason with the mandated leash for werewolves. Jason swears that if he wasn't a vampire and thus a bit (a lot) more durable than most, it'd have snapped his fucking shin.

Jason hates taking Tim to pack meetings. Mostly because the majority of Tim's pack is female and they're terrifying, okay. Like, ridiculously terrifying. Steph and Harper regularly try to steal his pants or rip his clothes off because they think it's funny. Bertinelli just stares at him from whatever high place she's found to lounge on, and Tam alternates between joining in with the other girls and having almost silent exchanges with Bertinelli. Cullen and Tim cuddle and play fight in a corner. Sometimes Ives is there. Usually not.

Tim barks, teeth closing around Jason's jacket and tugging him towards the door.

"I hate being the middle child." Jason yells as he walks out the door. "And I hate that you're all pretending to be asleep. We aren't actual legit burn in the sun vampires."