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Sumitting to the Darkness Part 4 The Motley Crew

@LordshipHalogen, @SinsSecondcomin and @_ComeOutToPlay_ 

Lassiter: On the odd occasion that was becoming far more common than I wanted to admit, what with pregnant females, angst ridden males and rugrats running around, I found myself leaving the relative security of the Manse to venture out into the world.

More specifically, @Sloahne_BDB’s condo. Or, after her generous offer and my sending her cash, /our/ condo. That’s right boys and girls, ladies and germs, the guest room was all mine. Talk about pretty fuckin’ happy to have a retreat, even if it wasn’t completely alone. Hey, an angel could only dream.

As I winged my pretty ass over to the Commodore, slipping through the balcony door, I peered around and paused at the general … lifelessness of the place. At this time of the afternoon, bordering on early evening, I expected the female to be up and about, getting ready for work and bustling through the place with purpose and verve. There was none of that as I poked my head around the corner, looking down the hall and padding quietly toward her door.

“Sloahne?” I called, on the off chance I was misreading the whole fucking place.

Nope, nada. Her room was spotless, and if I wasn’t mistaken, sporting a bed that hadn’t been slept in recently. Frowning, I turned and made my way back to the kitchen, ignoring my previously celebrated spare room that needed a serious ‘bout of re-decoration (I was thinking purples).

There wasn’t a note on the fridge or any indicator as to where the female had gone, and while I briefly wondered if she’d scarpered, worried that the Brotherhood might lock onto her or some shit, she hadn’t taken any clothes, or any of the things one might need to make a semi decent run for it.

“Well fuck nuggets,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair as my plans for the night changed.

It was bordering on darkness, and until I knew @Sloahne_BDB was alright I wasn’t about to enjoy any sort of re-decorating, no matter how badly needed. Thus, I tromped my butt back onto the balcony and summoned my wings, feeling their comforting weight down my back.

The next best place was #ZeroSum, so I’d take my search there. Maybe she’d stayed with a friend, and I was worrying for nothing. Maybe #Trez or the others knew exactly where she was and I had the whole apartment to myself.

Yeah … maybe that was all it was. [@SinsSecondComin @_ComeOutToPlay_]

Rehv: -My crimson eyes scan the club floor, I flicker through all the emotional grids; it's how I knew both #Trez and #Xhex approached me carefully from either side. Both carried foreboding news of some form or the other, it would appear #Xhex had the bigger balls and was going to drop her bomb on me first.

It was a very peachy bomb at that, if it wasn't handled with care; everything was going to explode and make a mess. Her news was that detective De la Cruz, just left zero sum informing us that one of waitresses had turned up dead; and it was brutal. We were to expect cops to be coming and going from the club till further notice.

I turn to #Trez, my crimson eyes burning with rage; I turn their intensity on #Trez as he begins to tell me that @Sloahne_BDB was missing now too. My hunger for death just went through the roof, I had to admit to myself I had one hell of a Mine complex; if I took care of someone or something it was mine. Scribe save anyone who gets in my fucking way.-

“The streets run red with blood, when I'm finished this whole damn town will be painted with the life force of whoever fucked with my girls; and I'll enjoy it till the very last drop falls upon the canvas….

#Xhex, you find me the fucker who did our girl wrong; and I know I don't have to tell you, but keep De La Cruz out of the way….

#Trez stick to the shadows, I want answers on where @Sloahne_BDB is; if we fucking have to we will get those lazy fucking Brothers to aide in our cause. We will deal with the consequences, of them finding out she's a Chosen when it comes.” [@LordshipHalogen @_ComeOutToPlay_]

Lassiter: I could practically taste the disappointment as I waltzed my sensational ass through the club doors, scanning the bar and finding no @Sloahne_BDB to ease my concerns. Moreover, I could feel the anger rolling in from another direction, my seemingly sightless eyes finding #Trez, #Xhex and @SinsSecondComin looking down on the club.

Hot damn if I never wanted to be on the receiving end of ‘that’ particular look from the sin eater, but I honestly doubted I’d done anything to annoy the male. At least not lately.

Breezing through the seething mass of bodies, ignoring one or two invitations, I made my way toward the threesome and shot #Trez a clipped smile and a wink.

“Evenin’ sunshine. How’s it hangin?” Not wanting to dismiss #Xhex either, always appreciating a female that could potentially kick my ass, I glanced to her and inclined my head, before finally looking to Rehv. “Sloahne didn’t show up for work, did she.”

It was a statement more than a question, and I knew before I’d finished the sentence my answer. How very fucking disappointing.

“Her place hasn’t been touched in a day or two at least,” I mutter, glancing absently back toward the masses. “She say anything here?” [@_ComeOutToPlay_ @SinsSecondcomin]

Pru: ~It was out the back door of my shop as soon as the sun fell below the horix. The little sleep I'd gotten that day was fitful at best as images of @Sloahne_BDB’s limp body continued to flash behind my eyelids. I beat myself up mentally for my hesitancy to step in. Hindsight, as they say, is twenty/twenty. The best thing I could think to do to remedy my internal guilt was to ensure that my friend was indeed alright after her encounter last night. Closing my eyes, focused on my destination and de-materialized to the back alley of #ZeroSum.

It was too early in the night for the usual drug dealers and low life's to be skulking in the alleys, and in no time I was nodding at the large #Shadow before he let me past the velvet rope. As I stepped into the club, my gaze immediately focused on the bar area, scanning for @Sloahne_BDB. Within moments the knot of dread in my belly that had been hounding me last night doubled, when I discovered her absence. A petite fang worried over my bottom lip as I expanded my search, looking for my friend. A slight illumination caught in my periphery drew mine eyes to a secluded balcony where I recognized a few other employees of the club as well as the owner @SinsSecondComin huddled together with a large, mostly blonde, almost glowing male. He wasn't a vampire, but he certainly wasn't human. Not by a long shot. Regardless of who this male was, I knew that I needed to speak with @SinsSecondComin immediately.

Pushing my way through the crowd, I snuck behind the barrier leading to the staircase to the balcony where the four stood. Making my way up the stairs, I caught the tail end of the conversation about @Sloahne_BDB’s whereabouts. I was usually more prudent when approaching anyone as obviously dangerous as these four, and they were that, the threat of violence nearly palpable in the air around them, but worry about @Sloahne_BDB had me running up the last few step, speaking almost as soon as I stepped into view.~ I saw her. Last night. @Sloahne_BDB was at the #Dungeon. [@SinsSecondComin @LordshipHalogen]

Rehv: -My eyes flash to Lassiter, normally the angel would agitate my foul mood but his presence was making my mood a little less dark; mainly because my mind was turning over all the possibilities that two shadows, Xhex, and an angel could be during the hunt I planned.

Then the small voice of Pru washed over me, her words bouncing around my head. If I hadn't been off the dopamine for a few years, I'd be seeing red and in a bad way.

I let a loud growl out and thrust my finger at #Trez’s chest, my eyes and face saying it all; but just in case that wasn't clear enough I put my thoughts to verbal form. My eyes falling once more upon the angel as I spoke to him now.-

“The Dungeon … damnit Sloahne what the hell were you thinking. #Trez gather me some new toys, I'm going on a hunt; and you're coming with us Lassiter. #Trez message your brother have him meet us back in my office.” [@LordshipHalogen @_ComeOutToPlay_]

Lassiter: Normally, I wasn’t one for taking orders - hey, I begrudgingly took them from the Creator for nigh on a thousand odd years and caused enough havoc to be thrown into the #InBetween - but this time I wasn’t about to argue.

One, I’d never pissed off a symphath enough to find out exactly how much damage they could do to an angel. Granted, my ancient ass would give him a run for his money, but I still suspected I’d be walking… or limping… away with a decent number of bruises. And two? It was @Sloahne_BDB. The #Dungeon had a rep, but if she’d gone in and not come out, I could just about guarantee shit had gone sideways.

“Right. How we goin in? FYI, I turn invisible. Normally I don’t throw that one out there unless it’s gonna mind fuck people or it’s a tool we really need, n’ right now, I figure we need it,” I add on airily, the light tone not hiding the pulse of concern and battle-ready frame of mind I found myself in.

If someone was doing damage to our girl, the fucker was gonna /bleed/…

Eyeing Pru, thinking she was quite the pretty piece to this little arrangement, I snapped my fingers and pointed at Rehv.

“You two. Together. Dom and sub. You can slide right on in without breaking down doors or breaking off arms. We can save that shit for later yeah? But right now we just want info n’ people are more likely to share info with other like minded souls.”

Blah, blah, blah. [@_ComeOutToPlay_ @SinsSecondcomin]

Pru: ~Relief washed over me as the group I'd so hastily approached not only let me live, but took my words at face value. The plan of action being barked almost immediately began to put me at ease. That is until I saw the red eyes of the male giving the orders. I'd heard tell of symphaths but never met one. A new sense of wariness settled in as the blonde male spoke, my eyes widening when he brought me into the plan.~ Woah. Wait. Huh? You want m-m-my help? I'm really more of a lover than a fighter, fellas … ~A sculpted brow winged skyward when he laid out his idea for a Dom/sub pair entering the club to gather information. As for as plans go, it wasn't a terrible one, especially if it helped us find @Sloahne_BDB, but there was only one problem … Lifting my chin, I propped my hands on my hips, gathering my bravado around me, waving a hand towards the lethal red eyed male.~ Will you be willing to be seen at my feet? I've only ever shown my face in the #Dungeon as a Domme and my reputation proceeds me. Surely you're not suggesting … ~Narrowing my eyes I glanced between the formidable forces standing before me unamused as the last of my hopes for their meaning seeped away.~ Well, fuck. [@SinsSecondComin @LordshipHalogen]

Rehv: -Scoffs as Lassiter mentions, how like minds share easier with similar minds. Hearing Pru’s question about being seen bowing at her feet.

Levelling my eyes on her I smirk chuckle darkly, she was a funny creature; it was time to enlighten her on just who she was in the presence of.-

“First things first, I'll address the bowing issue. I don't bow to anyone, not even Wrath son of Wrath residing and officially elected king of the species; I am Rehvenge… A name I live by happily, I am king of the Symphaths. So no, being seen at your feet as dainty and cute as they may be, or any other person's feet for that matter is not an option; even on my weakest day.

Secondly, let's address this Dom and sub idea, The Brotherhood would lead us to believe you're a witless wonder that shines like a halogen light bulb; Lassiter.

However, the Dom and Sub cover idea, is not half bad. As for the like minds sharing with each other, that only applies for the feeble minded. Us symphaths have much simpler methods of finding out what we need to know. The idea is good to get us in, I shall be reading grids the entire time; however the rest of you can do your parts. #Trez and Lassiter can ghost around trying to pick up stray chatter, Pru can do some digging around. If @Sloahne_BDB was testing the waters as a submissive. The likelihood of the situation is whomever took her will be seeking to keep up appearances, they may even be bragging if they are stupid enough; worst case scenario they may be looking for another submissive to take.”

-I let my eyes sweep over each of them in turn landing and staying upon Pru. I let a nefarious smirk slither upon my lips, my crimson eyes flaring as I ask her a sarcastic question.-

“So Mistress Pru, will you be content in submitting to my every command and darkest desire? Or is the idea too daunting of a challenge for a delicate flower who likes to flaunt her thorns …”

Pru: ~The knot in my stomach bottomed out completely when he shared the knowledge that he was, in fact, the symphath King. Way to go from the frying pan into the fire, Pru. Although if Mistress Pru was going to be seen publicly submitting to anyone, the symphath King would be a phearsom enough male to command me.

I could play along, in the midst of searching for @Sloahne_BDB and gathering information, this might even be … fun. I'd worry later what the symphath King might actually be picking up from my mind or my emotions, I wasn't all that familiar with how his particular skill set worked, but something told me I would find out sooner rather than later.

Squaring my shoulders, I met the violet red eyes of the male in charge. Inclining my head, I put on my best demure demeanor as I stepped forward into his personal space, I sank gracefully to my knees, bowing my head as I spoke in a low wilting tone.~ As you wish, sire. ~Might as well show and not just say that I could be exactly what was necessary for my role in this scenario.~ [@LordshipHalogen @SinsSecondcomin]

Lassiter: “You mean, ‘assumin’ someone has her’, right?” I managed grimly, not liking the twisting feeling in my gut that made me think that wasn’t gonna be the case. But hey, an angel could dream. “She might’ve found a good time and taken off to enjoy it. I know if I found a good time I’d wanna fuck off and enjoy it. Oh and PS,” I added, shooting Rehv a dry look, “the Brotherhood would have you believe m’ fuckin’ useless but that’s just so no one else gets to play with me. M’ damn handy in a fight n’ the light actually /does/ shine out my ass.”

Who else in the world could claim that?

Looking to the redhead as she took Rehv’s rebuttal, then demurely lowered herself to her knees, I resisted the urge to let out a low whistle of approval, instead glancing to #Trez and waggling my brows. The male hid a small smirk and lifted one shoulder in a small, almost unnoticeable shrug. Master of subtlety right there.

“Aight, looks like we got ourselves a game plan. Now I just /know/ you got the outfit to go for this King, so you gotta go change, n’ you too sweetheart. Since #Trez n’ I just get to ghost it’ll be easy peasy for us. Shame the #Dungeon goers don’t get to see all this finery though,” I add mournfully, gesturing to myself. [@SinsSecondComin @_ComeOutToPlay_]

Rehv: -Raises my top lip in a soft snarl at the mention of me dressing up, that wasn't an option; there could be no mistake of how much of a Dominate hard ass I was dressed in my Armani suit and heavy duster.-

“The only outfit you'll ever see me in, is an Armani suit; if you're lucky you'll see me add a duster to the ensemble. Alright we have our game plan, you won't be missed by the Brothers?”

-Looking to the tiny little redhead, I slip my forefinger under her chin and gently lift her face so her eyes meet mine; my next words come out in a seductive rumble laced with terror.-

“That will do mouse, you will do just fine. Who knows you might enjoy yourself and learn a few tricks of the trade, while we're at it.” [@_ComeOutToPlay_ @LordshipHalogen]

Pru: ~I didn't want the small bit of praise from the lethal male before me to affect me the way it did, but I had denied my submissive side for so long, the simple gesture and purring words washed over me like a salve. A serene smile tilted my lips, that was, until he mentioned my learning a few things. Clearly this male had not heard of me or my reputation in the lifestyle. A well sculpted brow arched as I met his unique eyes, my own dominant rearing it's head, even as I pressed my lips together, stalling a sarcastic retort. If this was going to work to help find my friend, I needed to play my part as the demure submissive and play it, I would.~ Thank you, sire.

~Inclining my head, I rolled to my feet in one slinking motion, looking back and forth between both men.~ You wear that suit well, fitting for a male I'll be seen giving myself over to. ~Glancing towards the blonde tower of a male, I lifted a shoulder.~ I have a locker at the club, I'll just lose a few articles of clothing and I'll be all set. ~Shooting a wink before my bravado faltered for just a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.~ So we're doing this? [@LordshipHalogen @SinsSecondcomin]

Lassiter: I didn’t bother holding in a disappointed noise as Rehv chided me over the suit change.

“Awwww, c’mon man. No leather? No eye masks and sterling silver bands? Fuck… all my fantasies up in smoke,” I mumble forlornly, hiding a smirk and the twinkle in my eyes as I looked away toward Pru. Time would tell how long I could push the buttons of the symphath, but I’d be lying if I said the male in leather wouldn’t be damn fine indeed.

“The Brothers won’t miss me. N’ aight then Red, we’ll just wait to see what you dress up in. We’re really doin’ this. Gotta find out where our girl is.”

It wasn’t hard to see the female was a wee bit anxious about our impromptu mission into what was arguably her domain, but she was ready to do whatever needed to be done to get her friend back. I could respect that. And invisible, I could keep an eye on the female to make sure she wasn’t dragged into whatever shit show was going on.

“How we travellin’ then? Am I flyin or are we drivin?” [@SinsSecondComin @_ComeOutToPlay_]

Rehv: -Running a hand over my Mohawk, my body twitches with anticipation; anxious to get my sin on. It's been awhile since I got to actually play, not just dabble with those who pissed me off.

Soon I'd have the fun my body, and inner sinner craved for; it was just a step towards the end goal of saving @Sloahne_BDB.-

“I'd think it best we draw as little attention to ourselves as possible, so I'd say we should spirit ourselves there. If we run into any problems I could have iAm waiting for us with a car.” [@_ComeOutToPlay_ @LordshipHalogen]

Pru: ~Nodding silently as more details of the plan were hashed out, I tried to silence the worries mounting in my mind. I didn't indulge my submissive side often, and never in the place where I'd established myself so poignantly as a Domme. The only saving grace to my reputation was that this male gave off such an air of dominance that dominants and submissives alike wouldn't hold my switch in role against me.

In the end, none of that mattered, but considering these thoughts was my minds way of distracting me from the looming danger that @Sloahne_BDB may or may not be facing. We had to do whatever it took to find her.~ There's an alley we can demat to right behind the club. I'll get us past the line. Shall we? [@LordshipHalogen @SinsSecondcomin]

Lassiter: “Let’s get this party started!”

Rubbing my hands together, I winked at first Rehv and Pru, then flashed #Trez a sunny smile. I knew the #Shadow would meet me there, and I knew his brother could def be counted on if we needed an emergency ride for someone. Luckily, I didn’t need wheels. Angel flight wasn’t exactly limited by gunshot wounds and the like, otherwise my perfect ass would have been left in that stupid alley where Tohr tried to stupidly be a macho gun slinger.

“I’ll see you kiddos there!”

Making a beeline for the back door, I waited only long enough until I was out of sight before hitting the invisible switch and taking off. With the reputation it had, I didn’t need to stop and ask for directions to get there either. [@_ComeOutToPlay_ @SinsSecondcomin]

[wordsofmagicandlove]

You Can be My World

@the-motley-crew

Masur

"Come over here and make me."

~

You knew, when all else failed, that you could find him here.

Amazing how someone so strong was so LAZY.

"Masrur?" you called out as you walked through the forest "Come on, where are you? I don't want to have to fly through the forest again!"

You were a yellow magician, friend to King Sinbad and his Eight Generals.

How had you met them?

~

You had gotten in the middle of a fight between Sinbad and another, Sinbad using his Djinn Ba'al. Everyone involved hadn't noticed you, but you were there, and you wanted Sinbad to win. So when the king’s magoi started to run dangerously low, you decided to give him and the one helping him-whom you would later learn was Masrur-a jolt, to help.

And by jolt, that's meant quite literally. As a lightning magician, you were easily able to call the clouds and electricity, pin-pointing the lightning strikes straight to Sinbads sword and Masrurs armor. To be so accurate had taken a lot out of you, but you thought it was worth it as you watched them finally attain victory.

Of course, it was not too long after that, that you were captured by Ja’far, who-to be fair-was rightfully suspicious of your identity and presence.

"Are you the one Masrur and I have to thank for the help, earlier?" Sinbad had asked you, once he'd convinced Ja’far to let you go.

"Yes," you'd replied, quiet, as you watched the purple-haired man, as well as his Fanalis companion. "I wished to see you win. The one you were fighting....May very well have been responsible for my friends' deaths."

"Are you certain your friends are dead?" Masrur asked you, surprising you. You'd thought he'd let his lord and friend do the questioning.

"I don't know," you replied, looking up at the taller man "that's why I said 'may be'. Last I saw them, they were running from his slavers..."

"Seems that you were, as well," Sinbad spoke up, gesturing to the state of your appearance and the scars visible "someone with your skill could have a place in Sindria, in the palace. That is, if you wish to join us."

Going to Sindria had always been a dream of yours, though you'd thought you'd only live as a simple magician and villager.

"It would be an honor," you declared, finally cracking a smile "thank you, my Lord."

"It's us who should be thanking you," Sinbad insisted, smiling as well as he walked up to you, putting a hand on your shoulder "for saving our lives. Now, new friend, tell me: what's your name?"

"My name is (Y/N)." you told him, finding your smile growing wider at the thought of friendship with the king, or any of his generals for that matter.

With that, you were introduced to the rest of the company, and the rest was history.

~

You'd become known by many nicknames in your time in Sindria: The Quiet One, The Yellow Wonder, and simply The Other Masrur.

You were friends with all the generals and King Sinbad, yet it was easy for anyone to see that you were closest to Masrur. On the voyage back to Sindria, soon after joining Sinbads circle, you found yourself feeling rather lonely. Most everyone had something they were doing, and had little time for you, the new person.

You managed to find a spot on the deck of the ship, out of everyone else’s way, and set about keeping yourself busy.

Soon after, you felt a presence approaching from behind. Powerful, yet also familiar, and quiet. Turning around, you confirmed your suspicions that it was Masrur.

"Seemed like I was just getting in everyone’s way," you declared, upon seeing the questioning look on his face. You could tell he was wondering why you were away from everyone else "so I thought I'd do something useful and hide. Did that make someone upset?"

Masrur shook his head, walking over to sit down next to you, staying quiet. It made you feel…happy, knowing that he was comfortable enough around you to be near you.

“You are a yellow magician?” he asked, turning to look at you “or purple?”

“Yellow,” you replied, pleasantly surprised at his asking such “though I’ve been told I’m pretty skilled when it comes to purple magic. Mostly healing, though.”

“Yamraiha has said before that healing magic isn’t easy,” Masrur declared “that it takes skill. Along with being as accurate as you were. I’ve seen master archers with less skill.”

“Well, archers can’t control the arrows once they’re in the air,” you said, blushing slightly in pleased embarrassment. “I can control the lightning, though it is rather difficult.”

The conversation continued, you talking about your magic and he talking about his training as a fighter. It was remarkable, how at-ease you two were around each other, just talking and spending time together.

Of course now, months later, you two were the best of friends. Yet, there was something about how he was acting around you recently that made you worried. He seemed to be avoiding you.

That hurt you more than you knew it could. For the last month or so, your feelings for the Fanalis had started to change, to veer towards the romantic persuasion. In the beginning, you’d thought those feelings to be nothing more than a crush.

Yet in the last week, you knew that it was more than that. You truly did harbor romantic feelings for Masrur. Perhaps even loved him.

You didn’t dare share these feelings with him, though. He was your dearest friend, and you were content with that. You didn’t want to lose that.

~

Masrur could hear you calling for him in the forest, yet didn’t move from his spot in one of the trees. He didn’t want to come out just yet.

The last few weeks had been odd for him, and it all involved you.

Contrary to what some would say, Masrur did know what feelings were, and how to express them. He simply just didn’t show them to the extent many others did.

Like you. You wore your heart on your sleeve. What you felt, you showed. He appreciated that. It was one of the reasons you two had become such close friends.

One of the reasons he’d fallen for you. He didn’t know it at the time, but it wasn’t too long after you’d told him that he was your best friend that he had fallen for you. Yet, it wasn’t until recently that he knew just what it was he felt for you.

He didn’t know how to handle it, and wasn’t sure who he could have gone to that wouldn’t end up spilling his secret. All it would take was one other person knowing for the entire palace to know by the end of the day.

Gossip traveled fast in the palace, much to his chagrin.

“Masrur!” You shouted, voice coming from directly under his perch “what are you doing up there? Napping again?”

“Perhaps,” he called back down, looking to you “what is it?”

“I was just looking for you,” you replied, using gravity magic to fly up and sit in one of the branches near him “wanted to see if we could spend some time together. We haven’t done that lately.”

“No we haven’t.” he agreed, staring straight ahead and not looking at you.

“Why is that, Masrur?” you asked, leaning over to try and catch his eye “we used to not have a problem finding time for each other, yet for the last week or two, it’s like you’ve been avoiding me!”

He stayed silent, not wanting to lie to you. He had indeed been avoiding you, something that he would have considered cowardly if it weren’t for the circumstances.

“Did I do something?” you continued, pressing the issue more. You were fed up with having your best friend avoid you! “if I did something to make you upset with me, please tell me!”

It would have broken your heart if you did do something to upset Masrur, but you wanted to make things right.

He could see just how anxious you were at the possibility, and wanted to ease your mind about at least that.

“It wasn’t anything like that.” he promised, finally turning to look at you. A mistake on his part, feeling the same fluttering in his stomach as he had over the last week.

He was in love with you. He could feel his defenses starting to fall. If you pressed the issue, he knew he’d end up telling you everything.

“Then what is it?” you asked, trying to hide your blush as you looked into his eyes, surprised when you saw the familiar color in his own cheeks.

“I just have had a lot on my mind,” Masrur admitted “a lot to sort out.”

“Like what?” you replied, leaning forward to show how interested you were in trying to help “maybe I can help? We are best friends, after all.”

Yet in your interest in the conversation, and how happy you were that Masrur was finally spending more than ten seconds with you again, you hadn’t noticed how far forward you were leaning. In a lapse of judgment and balance, you fell towards the ground.

Or rather, you would have, if Masrur hadn’t caught you, dragging you onto the branch he was sitting on, practically in his lap as you sat between his legs, chest to chest and face to face.

At the close proximity to the man you felt so deeply for, you felt your face heat up, turning cherry red as your heart started racing. You knew he could feel it. This was the end, you knew it. How red you two were, the racing of your hearts...

Wait....hearts? In a moment of clarity, you realized that you weren’t the only one reacting the way you were. Masrur, his face was matching his hair in color, and your hand that had landed on his chest could feel his own racing heart.

Cautiously, you let the fingers of that hand spread, gazing at it and the fabric beneath as your mind raced, figuring out what all this meant.

“(y/n),” he finally muttered, causing you to look up at him “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you..”

“Be quiet, please,” you gently ordered, looking into his eyes as you two were drawn closer to each other, not surprised to find your faces merely inches apart “if you don’t want this, just tell me.”

With that, you closed the gap and kissed him, hesitant and gentle. The kiss didn’t remain that way for long, however, as he returned the kiss as soon as he realized what was going on.

The kiss was much like Masrur himself; simple on the surface, but full of passion and emotion beneath it. His arms around your waist, yours around his neck, it felt as though it lasted longer than it actually did, but you loved every moment.

When it was over, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath.

“Is that what this last week has been about?” you asked, smiling up at him.

“In a way,” he replied, giving a small smile in return as he looked back into your eyes “I was...trying to come up with a way to tell you how I feel for you.”

“Well, the way you kissed me was a good indication,” you gently teased, giving a small giggle “but I can start; it wasn’t until now that I was sure of it, but I know for sure that I love you, Masrur.”

“As I love you, (y/n),” he declared, kissing the top of your head “for a long time now.”

“You know, the others are going to want to know about this,” you told him, smiling like a fool “they’ll be able to tell as soon as we get back.”

“Perhaps we should put that off,” he suggested, arms around you tightening a little as he tried to keep you in place “enjoy this a little while longer.”

“The longer we put it off, the more they’ll tease us for doing so.” you pointed out, snuggling into his chest with your head under his chin.

“So we should enjoy this while we can,” he insisted “perhaps without talking?”

You pulled back to look up at him, cheeky grin on your face.

“Well then,” you replied “come over here and make me.”

Masrur was all too happy to comply, pulling you in for another kiss. One of so many more to come.

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a little something requested by my friend @the-motley-crew

hope you enjoy, and feel the feels I felt

"Wait a minute," You paused, staring at him with wide eyes "are you jealous?"

Ren Kouen, the Fire Emperor, General and First Prince of Kou. Wielder of three metal vessels and greatest warrior in the empire.

Your dearest friend.

You knew him well enough by now. He was jealous!

"What gives you such an idea?" he countered, continuing to ignore you as he stared at the scroll in front of him. Yet you could see that his cheeks were starting to resemble his hair in color, turning pink.

This was getting stranger and stranger.

"I know what jealousy looks like," you replied, knowing you could only take such a familiar tone with him because of how close you were, and that you were both alone due to the hour "though I've never seen it on you. So it was easy to figure out."

~

Kouen would never admit it, but he was indeed jealous. The two of you had been close, ever since you first appeared in the Capitol city almost two years ago. You had conquered a wind dungeon, belonging to the Djinn Horus. You had intrigued him, given the interesting relationship you had with the Djinn. You had gotten into an argument with the Wind Djinn in front of Kouen and his brothers, calling the hawk-like creature a 'feather brain' who 'didn't know what he was talking about'.

Needless to say, you had won over Kouha with your attitude, Koumei with your intellect-as Horus' dungeon was notorious for its puzzles-and Kouen, with the strength you showed.

It had taken a while, but you had managed to make yourself necessary to Kouen, showing that you could be useful. Proving such, along with your loyalty, earned you his friendship.

Yet, if he had to pinpoint the time when you won his heart, it was when you first went into battle together. You were friends at the time, and the battle was fierce enough to warrant both of you to use full djinn equips.

The fire from Astaroth burned bright as Kouen destroyed his enemies, yet he would be the first to admit that you were the impressive one that time.

Your hair was turned to dark black, and your skin was darker than that of one from Heliohapt. Your metal gloves had turned into talons as you wreaked havoc upon the opposing army, controlling the wind and slicing through flesh as though it were nothing.

You fought fiercely, with pride, and together you made an unstoppable team. Your wind fed his flames, and soon the battle was won.

The fact you insisted on helping with the wounded, treating them and comforting those who wouldn't make it, only served to solidify your place in Kouens heart.

He was well and truly doomed when it came to his feelings for you, but he didn't care.

"...uen?" came the all too familiar voice he enjoyed hearing "Kouen!"

"What is it, (y/n)?" he asked, finally turning to look at you.

"You're not acting like yourself," You stated, concerned as you crossed your arms over your chest "first you act jealous, and then space out and ignore me! What is going on with you?"

Kouen knew that you were right. He wasn't acting like himself. When did it start?

He knew when it started. He knew all too well. Perhaps the whole palace knew.

You both had recently returned from battle, once where you had gotten inured. Arrows could get through to you when you were flying, and one had pierced your abdomen. It had missed vital organs, but you were unconscious for a few days. It had scared Kouen to death, seeing you that way. 

Kouen himself had brought you to the healers from the field, and refused to let the army's medics treat you.

Phenix was all too willing to help you, but his masters magoi was low, so there was only so much the Djinn and Kouen could do without risking the prince's life. They stopped the bleeding and sealed the wound, but there was still much healing left to do.

Kouen had been protective of you ever since, but it seemed that you didn't notice.

Not until today, when he'd nearly dragged Kouha and Koumei away from you as you ate, declaring that you needed to be allowed to rest.

Kouha and Koumei knew what was going on, and were as surprised as everyone else at Kouens actions.

"Kouen!" he looked back to you, surprised at the frustration on your face "seriously, what is going on with you? Treating Kouha and Koumei the way you did, treating ME like I can't take care of myself?"

So you had noticed.

Frustration was mounting for Kouen as well, and he decided that he would just speak his mind before he did something rash.

Standing from his desk, he walked over to you, forcing your back against a shelf of scrolls as you stared up at him.

"Kouen?" your voice was quiet, questioning, but still strong.

"What is going on," he started, staring dowing into your (e/c) eyes "is that I am indeed jealous, (y/n).

"I almost lost you," he continued, hands coming up to grab the shelf behind your head on either side "you have always been dear to me, and seeing you like that woke something within me. Something I never thought I would see realized."

"And...what would that something be?" you asked, surprised to see him so open and vulnerable. For so long, you'd hoped for more, but you knew you'd be happy with simply friendship.

"The part of me that is jealous of my own younger brothers," he replied, right hand coming up to cup your cheek, leaning in closer so that your foreheads were nearly touching "though I know you see them as nothing more than friends. The part of me that has wished for more than friendship from you, from the moment we first went into battle together. The part who's heart broke as you fell from the sky, not knowing whether you would live or die."

"You saved me," you assured him, taking his other hand and putting it to where your wound was near fully healed, no longer painful "you and Phenix. I could tell the instant you did.

"Magic doesn't lie, Kouen," you continued, staring into the eyes of the man you loved "I could feel everything, the terror you felt..."

"The love," he added, wrapping his arms around you as he leaned in closer "I love you, (y/n)."

You leaned up and kissed the prince, declaring with actions what words could not fully express. You loved him, as much as he loved you, and you wanted him to know it.

Kouens kiss was one as passionate and hot as the midday sun, yet gentle enough to show how much he truly cared for you. This side of him would never cease to surprise you, you knew that.

In that small part of the royal library, wrapped in the arms of your prince, you couldn't wait for more.

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the-motley-crew

“Witch, you’re a witch?” Michael had never seen a witch before, unless you counted watching movies that were full of witches. He had never imagined a male was able to be a witch, maybe getting his information on supernatural beings from movies was a bad idea. “I’m guessing being called a Warlock is a bad thing?”

“I am a witch, yes,” he nodded “I practice witchcraft and magick. I am what you would call an ‘eclectic’ witch, if you want to get specific.

“Warlock is a term that means ‘oath breaker’,” he replied “so yes, yes it is.”

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Shining Scales and Fairytales ||Closed mermaid AU||

the-motley-crew

Lara knew she was getting a little too close to the shore, where humans could spot her, but she didn't care. Another argument with her sisters had sent her swimming away.

Surfacing near a rock, the one where she would usually go to be alone, Lara was surprised to see someone else sitting on the rock.

Someone human.

She stopped herself fast enough to keep her tail under the murky water, too surprised to say anything. There was NEVER someone else at her rock.

[huntersxandxangels]

the-motley-crew replied to your photo: the-motley-crew here, my lord, is where our keep...

//Yoooooooo that is cool!

glad you like it :3

[huntersxandxangels]

Dean didn't know why this was in a photo album from the future but boy was he happy to have seen it. "Hey, uh, Robert." he called out. Having his nephew move into the bunker was definitely a good thing if it meant finding stuff like this. "I found something pretty interesting. Wanna come over here and check it out?"

the-motley-crew

“I know that tone,” the younger was hesitant “oh God, what did you find?”