Damn What An Ending

Damn what an ending

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 69

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Marvin turned his head at the sound of the wall being destroyed. He watched as Actor flew through the air and landed on the ground. 

Actor was still moving, still breathing. He was still alive. 

But with that look of pure rage in Mad’s eyes as he came down to the first floor. He might not be for long. 

He let his aura drop, more than confident that Mad could handle himself or, at least,  the others still standing would help since his mind returned and his focus returned to Chase. 

“If I wasn’t the one dealing with this poison bullshit, I’d be impressed.” Dark huffed as Marvin knelt down with him. 

“How’s he doing?” Marvin asked, placing a hand on Chase’s cheek and looking at him. 

He was pale. Very pale. 

“Alive. I’m certain adrenaline’s running out. Chase is going to feel the last bit of the healing. If you want to do that one trick you and JJ have, I suggest doing it now.” Dark was used to the smell of blood, but even he appeared to be done with it. 

“Hey, babe.” Chase held out the words and weakly laughed. 

“It’s okay, darling. You’re almost better.” Marvin knew he had handled the man who had done this to Chase. The cracking of his bones as he was slammed into the wall still echoed in his brain. He’ll get over it eventually. He always did.

“I’m, like, so warm, and-” Chase’s comment turned into a pain-filled scream. 

“Thought it’d hit sooner,” Dark said almost too casually. “Hold him still, or he’ll ruin everything I’ve done before I finish.” 

“Chase, Chase, sweetie, you need to stay still for a little longer.” Marvin pressed his hands to Chase’s shoulders. 

“It burns! Stop! Stop!” Chase screamed, legs kicking as if he was trying to run. 

“I need a minute!” Dark raised his voice so he could be heard over Chase. 

“I hate doing this,” Marvin said to himself. He shook his hands in the hair, getting them to glow before pressing both of them to the center of Chase’s chest. The glowing seeped into Chase and slowly started showing in his skin, going in lines that appeared to follow his veins. 

“I…I can’t feel anything.” Chase blinked away the tears that had formed in his moments of pain. His entire body was numb. He couldn’t move, paralyzed by magic. 

“It’s okay. Everything will be okay.” Marvin spoke through gritted teeth, tense with concentration. 

“Done.” Dark pulled his hands away. “Keep that up for a little longer to be sure he won’t start screaming again.” He looked at himself and his hands, caked in blood, and knowing that it was a miracle Chase was alive. 

“Shit.” Marvin only lasted a few more seconds before he stopped the spell, panting heavily and feeling pure exhaustion hit him hard. “I hate doing that so much.” 

“Longest you’ve been able to hold that spell,” Dark commented. “More practice and-”

“Shut up.” Marvin cut him off. “Not now.” 

“Understood.” Dark nodded

The three were too busy to notice Mike sneaking past them, walking with soft, deliberate steps before running over to where Mad and Actor were still fighting. 

Mad’s magic was more powerful, but Actor had much more training in fighting, knew how to move, to be one step ahead, and to conserve his energy. Actor was still going strong, but Mad was getting tired and stumbling, and Actor took one of his stumbles to his advantage. There were large chunks of debris from the hole in the upstairs wall, and, using some magic, Actor sent one of the pieces flying and slammed it into Mad’s side, knocking him over and pining him down with it. Actor knew Mad wouldn’t stay down long, so he lifted another piece and was ready to slam it down on Mad’s head. 

Everything happened in seconds, including the firing of a gun that sent a bullet through Actor’s leg and made him fall. 

Mad got the debris off of himself, beginning to feel the warmth of his own fire, a sign that he would lose control if he didn’t finish this soon. He stood up, legs trembling, desperation coursing through him, and felt a sickening coldness take over as he held a hand out toward Actor. A rope of flames came from what surrounded Mad and wrapped around Actor’s neck, hoisting him in the air. Actor screamed and clawed helplessly at his own neck, trying to get the fire off of him, but each movement caused the hole in his leg to bleed more, blood dripping to the floor, and his fighting got weaker and weaker. 

“He’s going to kill him,” Anti commented from where he and Mare watched. 

“Send me down there,” Mare said, dropping the broken, empty gun, hand pressed over his aching ribs, body begging for rest, but he refused to stop. 

“What? Dude, you’re a walking-”

“Send me down, or I’m jumping down there myself!” Mare snapped. 

“Fine, fine. Geeze.” Anti snapped his fingers and saw Mare appear on the first floor on Mad’s side of the room. 

“No!” Mike screamed, running to Mad and grabbing his arm, ignoring the pain as he got burned as well. “Let him go! Let him go! Please! Please let him go!” His voice cracked as he begged for Actor’s life.

Mad’s eyes looked empty as if he wasn’t there anymore. He didn’t react at all to Mike, to anything around him. He was tired. He was so tired and just wanted all of this to end. 

“Mad.” Mare spoke softly and walked up behind him. Even in his altered state of mind, Mad’s flames didn’t hurt Mare. “Starlight.” Mare placed a gentle hand on Mad’s shoulder and whispered in his ear. “Let him go.” There was a pause. It only lasted a second, but it clung to the air for what felt like forever. 

Eventually, Mad let his arm drop, nearly knocking Mike over, and his fire vanished. Mike scrambled over to Actor while Mad stared off at them. Mad sniffed and looked at Mare. 

“I want to go home.” 

“We will.”

“Wilford, mind healing up, Mare? He’s holding himself like someone with broken ribs.” Anti said after appearing next to Mare and Mad. 

“Ask JJ to numb him. It’ll make the healing go smoother.” Dark stated. Marvin and Chase walked over with him, Chase leaning against Marvin.

“We can do that back at the house.” Mare suggested. “I don’t think any of us want to stay here longer than necessary.” 

“Jackie?” Phantom moved his hands from Jackie’s eyes to his cheeks. 

“Are you done?” Jackie asked, voice soft.

“I’m done. I think I got your eyes are back to how they were before.” 

“Everyone else okay?” 

“They’re okay.” 

“Cool. Plug your ears.” 

“Why?”

“Trust me.” Jackie waited until Phantom covered his ears before letting out a shout. “Mother fucker! That hurt like a bitch! God damn! Holy shit balls!” 

“Jackie’s fine,” Marvin said with a weak giggle. 

“Dark.” Anti’s voice was quiet, but Marvin could pick up the firmness in it. “Don’t.” Marvin looked over his shoulder and saw that Dark had a glowing hand toward where Actor lay, Mike trying to cover him as much as he could with his own body.

“Hold him, please.” Marvin handed Chase over to Wilford. “I’ll be a moment.” He said before Chase could protest. 

“A dead man is a man we no longer have to worry about,” Dark said and breathed heavily through his nose when he had both Anti and Marvin lowering his hand. 

“We got this. Trust me.” Anti said, and when Dark said nothing, he moved to stand between Dark and Actor. “Do you trust me?” 

“I do,” Dark said with a sigh. 

“Then go wait with the others. Me and Marvin will only be a minute.” Anti waited as Dark hesitated before sighing again. 

“Fine. But I’m coming back if you take a second longer than a minute.” Dark warned before walking off to where everyone else was gathered. 

“Mare shot him somewhere he can recover from and still walk. He might have a limp, depending on how good the doctors you go to are,” Anti said to Mike, arms crossed and speaking casually. Marvin reached into his pocket and tossed a tube of burn cream. 

“I made the burn cream with magical elements. I’ve worked enough with Mad’s fire to know how to heal its effects. Rub that on his neck, and he’ll survive.” Marvin placed his hands on his hips. 

“What?” Mike picked up the tube. “Why?” 

“Because it’ll hurt him more to know he’s only alive because we let him live,” Marvin said. 

“Make sure he knows that if he ever tries to fuck with us again, there won’t be mercy.” Anti added. 

“Good luck.” Marvin clicked his tongue as he and Anti walked off. 

“We’re just leaving them?” Chase asked.

“Yep. Let’s go home.” Marvin took Chase from Wilford. “Can you send us back, Wilford? I think I’m out of juice.”

“Can do!” Wilford’s cheery tone felt strange with the rest of the energy in the room and, with a snap of his fingers, sent them all away from the mess of bodies, blood, and pain. 

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I know it's kinda selfish, but can I have one asexual character that isn't aromantic? One who stands up and says that you can love without sex, and that they deserve love without having to engaging in something they prefer not to?

Also a aromantic character that isn't asexual? One who doesn't feel guilt about needing and wanting people, but not seeking a romantic relationship with them? One that is open and proud, and in no way ashamed for their lack of love and need of sex?

Please?

I got a mini Host💗 I love this little guy so much thank you @bookwormscififan !!

I feel like the Ipliers would be looking for their boyfriends only to find the all cuddling but they're asleep. They find it all adorable and take pics before they leave them be 😍

We still talking about cuddles on this blog XD

Imagine the Ipliers learning about the Septiceye cuddle-pile or witnessing it first-hand

I love it! ❤️

Sweet Serenity

A/N: A little Noist date for @ariesshower824. Just soft and sweet, and a nice little practice writing more Host and Night.

Host sat by the dresser, carefully pulling the bandages from around his head and tossing them into the basket by his chair.

He leaned his head back with a sigh when hands gently massaged his temples, sighing at the tension in his head being relieved. He grunted, resting his head against Night’s chest, then let out a shaky breath as Night carefully wiped the area around his eyes with a soft cloth.

“Thank you,” Host said quietly, sitting back upright when Night pulled away, presenting his face for him to wrap fresh bandages around.

“You know you don’t need to look your best for a simple date,” Night said with a chuckle, tucking the end of the bandage in and stepping back, helping Host to button his shirt up and guiding him to stand. “It’s just me, and you look lovely no matter how you dress.”

“There’s no need for you to be cute,” Host retorted, pulling his coat on. “I can tell when you’re being sincere.”

Night laughed, offering his arm for Host to loop his into, then led him out of the house to the car.

-

Night took Host to a humble restaurant, pulling out his chair for him and pouring him a glass of water.

Though Host had the ability to “see” beyond what most could, there were days he preferred Night’s chivalry, letting him take control of where they went and what they interacted with. He enjoyed not having to narrate everything.

“More wine?” Night asked, one hand tapping Host’s as he waited for an answer. When Host hummed in response, he poured another glass of wine and cut a mouthful of cake with a fork. “Open.”

“Chocolate,” Host said, swallowing his mouthful of cake with a smile, flipping his hand to hold Night’s tightly. “What a pleasant flavour.”

Night nodded, squeezing Host’s hand in return before lifting the napkin to wipe some crumbs off Host’s mouth. He set the napkin on the table, then released Host’s hand to walk around the table and help Host to stand, leading him out of the restaurant and down the street.

-

“Tonight was nice,” Host said quietly as they walked down the street, tilting his head up to feel the moonlight on his face. “I enjoyed it.”

“That’s good. Are you ready to go home and relax?” When Host nodded, Night led them back to the car and drove them home.

Almost the moment they were through the door, Night helped Host to remove his coat, hands falling to hold his waist and pull him close.

“I love you,” Night whispered, leaning forward to press a soft and sweet kiss to Host’s lips.

“I love you too,” Host replied, tucking his chin into Night’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around his chest. Night kissed his cheek, returning the embrace before taking Host’s hand and leading him to their bedroom.

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 68

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“Chase?” Mad barely had time to process that Chase was at the room’s door before he was snatched away. “Chase!” He started to run off for him, but a strong gust of wind sent him stumbling back.

“You have other worries, Madrick.” Actor now stood in the way, hands glowing. “You have too many people in your life now. Too many people to care and think about. Too much to focus on. And that has always been your problem. You lack focus.” He cast the spell again, using the air to create another gust of wind and sending Mad back to the wall. The fire around Mad’s body faltered at that moment, not getting extinguished but flickering as he recovered. “Congratulations on finding a mentor who managed to get you to not burn yourself, but did they teach you how to fight? How to actually use that magic of yours? Are you just all show?” Mad felt a headache forming, pounding and causing a sharp pain behind his eyes. 

He did not miss Actor’s lectures, his rambles about how terrible Mad was, and how he needed to do what he said to be able to do anything right. Marvin has explained things to Mad, lessons and helping, trying to vocalize the complexity that was magic. It all made sense. Mad would cling to every word. And most important of all, it was not annoying.

“Shut up!” Mad snapped. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Mirroring Actor’s spell, Mad sent a gust of wind toward him and caused him to fumble back until he hit a wall. “I’m not your apprentice! I don’t have to listen to you anymore!” Mad felt almost childish with his shouts, yet felt so good and freeing to let them out. “I’m done with you! I’m tired of your shit! I left for a reason, and I have never been happier! You can-” He paused when he felt something invade the space of his fire. Jackie had called it his flaming Spider-Sense, which got laughs from the others but left Mad confused, but regardless of what name they wanted to give it, Mad could feel when someone or thing was in his space when his fire was around him. He turned and held an arm up, using magic to toughen his skin and causing the chair Mike was swinging down toward him to break. “Mike?” Mad blinked at him, piecing together how Mike usually was, and assumed that he wanted to knock him down and the chair was the only thing light enough for him to pick up but strong enough to do what he wanted. 

“Don’t…” Mike held the piece of broken chair that remained in his hands, frozen as if paralyzed and unaffected by the flames' heat. He was far enough away that he wasn’t getting burned immediately but would start soon if he didn’t move. “Don’t fight. Please. Just…just go. Get Mare, get your friends, and leave.” His eyes were wide, filled with fear. 

“Mike?” Mad repeated in a softer voice, fire faltering for emotional reasons this time. That falter was a mistake since he couldn’t feel Actor in his space and got tackled. 

Mad felt his brain spinning for a moment after Actor punched him. He’s been slapped plenty of times, Actor’s go-to method when he spoke too far out of line. But to be punched was a whole new feeling. He couldn’t hear Mike yelling at Actor to stop, that they’d gone too far, to just let it go. Mad could tell there were voices, that the world was still happening. But he felt lost.

The second punch brought him back.

“Get off!” Mad cried out, flames coming back in full force, and he kicked Actor away. Actor grunted when he landed and didn’t take too long to get back to his feet, and when he looked back at Mad, he was greeted by the sight of two glowing palms. 

“You wouldn’t dare.” Actor said flatly. 

“To quote a friend of mine. You can suck an egg.” Mad said before sending a powerful blast of magical energy toward Actor, causing the wall behind him to blow out and send the man flying through the hole and down to the first floor. Mad stepped over to the damaged wall and looked down where Actor had landed. He cracked his knuckles before jumping through the hole and using magic to cushion his landing. 

“Actor!” Mike fumbled over his feet in his panicked run, getting a few steps out of the room before seeing Chase, Dark, and Anti. He froze when Anti turned his head to look at him, gun in hand. Dark noticed Anti looking away and turned his head with him.

“Mike,” Dark stated. “Brave enough to try something while I’m healing a wounded man?” 

“I…I just want to go home.” Mike said after swallowing. “I just want to get Actor and go home.” 

“Really sticking by that man’s side?” 

“I love him.” 

“You love a piece of shit.” Anti scoffed.

“I love the man he is when he’s not stuck up his own ass cause of his pride. He’s loving and adoring when it’s just us, but he’s scared to look weak around others.” Mike said, and Anti glanced down at the ground, face showing that he understood and didn’t like it. 

“Whatever. Get out of my way.” Anti pushed past Mike and went into the room, finding Mare curled up on the ground. “That explains the fireball.” He clicked his tongue as he went over and crouched down. “Hello?” Anti poked Mare’s shoulder and didn’t get a reaction. “You’re going to be pissed and thankful at the same time.” He shook his hand in the air until sparks formed. “Time to wake up.” He placed his hand on Mare’s chest, sending the electricity through him. 

“Holy shit!” Mare cursed as he sat up. “Oh fuck!” He cursed again and put a hand over his chest. “Anti?” 

“Chase said to give this to you.” Anti held the gun toward Mare.

“Me? Why?” Mare said his words between sharps breathes. Getting air in his lungs hurt more than it ever should. His heart was racing from the electrical magic, and he wasn’t sure how long that’d keep him going.

“I don’t know. Chase got stabbed and told me to give this to you.” Anti said everything with a casual shrug. 

“He got-where’s Mad?” Mare hissed through closed teeth as he stood up. 

“First floor, fighting Actor.” Anti put the gun in Mare’s hand and then helped him walk over to the hole in the wall. 

“He’s…He’s fighting Actor.” Mare leaned against Anti as he watched the scene below. How Mad was surrounded by his flames, and Actor was getting off the ground, clothing covered in dust and rubble. 

“Think Mad’s got it in him to kill a man?” Anti asked. 

“I’m worried that he does.” 

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