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The ancients weren't pleased with your return, after all you did come back empty handed. You looked up at them with shame, but for some reason you felt something else, a feeling of emptiness or perhaps boredom? Maybe anger or fear? You weren't entirely sure? You haven't felt this way, well ever since you had to evacuate earth. Whatever you were feeling didn't matter anymore all that mattered was now, and what was going to happen to you.
The ancients looked down at you with disappointment. Oh you fucked up big time. Now you will sure as hell never get in the ancients.
Just as the highest was about to speak, an ancient you loathed the most had stepped in to voice her own speech.
"Highest, let me deal with this-" She gazed at you in a sadistic manner, somehow accompanied by adoration. Then turning back to the highest and continuing her sentence with malice in her voice. "-fiend privately." She finished with malice in her voice.
Being with her ALONE!? Your thoughts immediately spiral to the worst possible conclusions, what she'd do to you, how she would just absolutely VIOLATE you. Nobody would be there to stop her.
That thought alone was enough to make you gag, stomach acid reaching all the way against your esophagus. Your lungs suddenly start feeling airless and unable to breathe with, a sudden need for air fills you as you desperately try to breathe in as much air as possible. The room suddenly feeling suffocating to be in, as your heart starts to thump harshly against your chest. Your heart felt as if it could burst out of your chest at any moment.
The ancients look at each other, seemingly looking for conformation from every leader.
Please, please say no.
Silence filled the empty room, as you waited for a response, hoping they'd all agree to decline and dismiss the thought.
But they didn't.
The ancients looked at each other and nodded as if they had gotten to a conclusion. Every ancient turned around and left the room, everyone except one. Your breathing stopping at the sight you were seeing. She gleefully smiles under her cloak, meeting your eyes as she teleports beside you.
"You return with failure once again my sweet Y/n." She greeted while grabbing your hand forcefully, that's going to leave a bruise, not that you cared anyway. You just wanted to escape right now.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you my love." She looked at you longingly until continuing once again. "Although I'd suggest closing your eyes before we depart." She finished as she gazed at you. You glare daggers back at her, which in response she chuckled at. "Your choice my dear." You try yanking your hand out of her grip. She chuckles and tightens her grip around your hand, making you wince back at the harsh grip she possessed. "We depart in 3-" You looked around the room desperate for some sort of way to escape, but to no avail. "-2" You close your eyes and prepare for the worst, after all you wouldn't want to go through that fever dream again. "-1!"
All your weight disappears in a instant, floating wildly in the air as many airwaves go by. Your hand still being supported by her hand. She graces her hands over your cheeks. You instantly pull away from her attempted affection. You knew she was trying to tempt you into opening your eyes and then act flabbergasted while putting the blame on you. You knew her well at that point, not that you wanted to know her well she forced herself upon you.
Two hands move onto your cheeks, this time not gracing them and instead grabbing onto you. Just as you were about to push her back, something sharp pierces through your chest as a shrill scream escapes your mouth. Her lips meet yours and force themselves upon you, dampening your screams into her mouth as her tongue forces itself inside your mouth and collides with your protesting tongue. Blood seeping out of your chest yet.. no pain?
You bite down onto her tongue attempting to bite it off or force her off of you, but to your displeasure she ends up enjoying it and moans into your mouth. You cringe as you start gagging, your stomach acid threatening to come out. She harshly bites into your lips, blood seeping out in your mouth as a metallic taste starts erupting.
Tears form in your eyes as her bitten tongue collides with your mouth attempting to explore it. Your stomach acid rising in your throat, leaving a burning sensation on your upper esophagus. Her saliva begins running down your mouth already reaching your throat making your gag reflexes react at the liquid, causing you to throw up in her mouth.
Despite you throwing up in her mouth she continued exploring your mouth. You try pushing her off of you but all you earn is another stab through your chest, forcing you to open your eyes. Vibrant colors surrounding the entire area shining brightly, enough to give anyone an epileptic seizure. Tears were pouring out of your eyes like a waterfall, making your vision blurry as you look down onto your body. A wave of blood was gushing out of your chest as your guts spill out, making a squishing sound, enough to make you hurl. A big sharp claw appears in the distance charging at you and-
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You wake up breathing heavily as small beads of sweat run down your forehead. Your heart thumping like a fucking maniac against your chest. You try to wrap your head around at what the fuck just happened. Tears spill down your eyes, trying to wrap it's head around reality. You try to get up but- something was restricting your movement.
You look up to see Marx snoring softly on your chest with a smile on his face. Two claws were restricting you from any movement. Your previous blanket was pushed aside, now replaced by his wings draped around you like a blanket of sorts, wings still sparkling somehow. The small cotton balls from his jester hat hanging loosely on your chest. His form snuggling up against your chest contently, though seemingly unconscious, being in a deep slumber.
Relief fills your mind as you let out a calm sigh, your mind relaxing and snapping back to reality. Though you'd usually get annoyed with finding Marx sleeping in your bed, this time was different. If Marx wasn't here then maybe you would've screamed out loud in the night or maybe you would have to endure another panic attack.
It's funny, it seemed no matter how many times you told him to sleep on your couch he always seemed to reappear right in your bed. You didn't have any spare beds either, after all you weren't planning for someone breaking in your house and then living with you. It's not as if you two were friends either, well it didn't seem like that at least? You stared thoughtfully at Marx.
What were you two anyway?
You remember when you first landed on popstar 'the most peaceful planet in the universe' well, that was a straight out lie. Now that you think about it. It might be peaceful in comparison with many other planets or maybe it's peaceful by their standards. Either way you broke the ship while landing because apparently YOU had to READ THE MANUAL FOR THE SHIP! Well, you escaped that's all that matters.
You snickered at your own silly mistakes, no wonder you never got in.
It's too bad you were restricted from moving, now you might wake Marx up. Not that you cared anyway, you weren't going to attempt falling asleep again, neither would you be able to. You weren't tired anymore anyway. You slowly tried to slide out your arm from Marx's claw and to your surprise he doesn't wake up. When you had your entire arm back you slowly grabbed your phone and checked the clock.
| 0:20 AM |
What a weird time to wake up at. Then again what's considered weird anymore? You shut your phone off placing it back on your bed.
What the hell were you going to do now?
You would rather not wake up Marx because then he would just scream wildly and fly around breaking everything you own. You look at Marx thoughtfully for a few seconds an idea pops up in your head, unless. A mischievous smile peers onto your mouth as you slowly move your hand towards the jester's head and gently begin to pet him. A rumbling sound emanates from the jester.
Huh, rumbling.
..
WAIT RUMBLING?- IS HE-
..
PURRING?!
You quickly retrace your hand from his head.
What the fuck-
A sluggish irritated groan escapes him as his claws dig into your skin signaling you to not stop as blood runs out. Scratching your skin leaving yet again another scar on your body. You yelp back and quickly bite yourself on the lip in an attempt at muffling your sound.
You were used to his claws scathing you by now after all you had marks all over you, scars reaching all the way down to your legs. But it still surprises you every single fucking time.
You quickly retract your hand back onto his head, petting him again. His claws relax back no longer digging into your flesh like knives, a content smile appearing on his face. He seems to be enjoying this.
Was he awake?
Two small toothy fangs appear out of his mouth, showing themselves off to you, well actually he always does that though this time being more.. appearing. You notice his threat and one hand begins scratching him while the other is petting him. He relaxes as his purring seemingly increases.
In a way it was kind of.. nice seeing him like this. So relaxed and not overly jumpy.
Two fangs prick into your flesh, making blood seep through. Of course he had to bite into you right then. You'll have to patch yourself up after this. This time you couldn't hold it in and jolted away from him, making him flail off from you, a small yelp escaping him.
Oh shit he really was sleeping then.
Blush immediately rising on your cheeks, embarrassment filling you. "What the HELL WAS THAT Y/N!?" An obnoxious voice screamed. The jester already flying off the bed in a fighting position. You mentally slapped yourself, while nervously smiling back at the grape.
"I- uh- YOU BIT ME WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING!" You retorted hurriedly. Marx floated back down to the bed, looking back at you with an unamused expression.
"WHY WOULD I DO THAT?!" He responds. A smug expression appears on your face as you point towards your multiple scars. Marx makes a small 'ooohhhh' sound while relaxing a bit more. Sure, he was responsible for a lot of scars on you, but this time it was your fault.
A long pause of awkwardness fills the room as he sits beside you.
And you couldn't keep it in.
"Marx, do you.. purr?"
Marx blushes and looks away from you, seemingly trying to hide his obvious embarrassment. "No." He quickly retorts. You smirk mischievously, moving your hand towards his head and.. he jolts away. You snort at his unwillingness.
"If you're not able to purr. Then nothing would happen if I pet you right?" He glares at you and sighs. "No, nothing at all." He responds with fake confidence. You shoot a mischievous grin. "Oh, goodie! Then you wouldn't mind me petting you right?" You pry while grinning like a maniac. Marx looks at you like your insane, but then softens a bit.
"I don't think I would." He responds seemingly genuine. You move your hand towards his head and he leans in to your touch.
Oh wait he's serious.
You pet him gently on top of his jester hat, causing him to already relax at your touch, yet no purring to be found. You stare at the jester as if he were an experiment, studying his every move to at least find something similar from before. He leans into your touch even more, stretching a claw over your hand and forcefully pushing it under his hat. Your hand being surprisingly met with a squishy yet smooth soft surface.
It wasn't as if you haven't seen him without his hat on. Infact, you've seen him without it multiple times. You still remember your reaction when you first saw him without his hat on. Truth be told you thought he had small horns under his hat, turns out he was bald. Not that you mind, he is an alien after all. You've touched his flesh before, that is if we're not counting the times when Marx shows up out of nowhere on your bed.
Marx gives you a displeased frown, seemingly because you had all of the sudden stopped petting him. Two sets of claws head towards your hands and dig into you, giving you a painful wake-up call. However, this time not leaving a pained noise behind you. Instead, resuming your petting on Marx's head as he relaxes his claws away from your hands, a happy quiet purr escaping him. You cheekily smile at Marx, giving a smug look towards him, which he doesn't lay any notice to.
"I KNEW IT! YOU CAN PURR!" You playfully smirk at him, awaiting his reaction. To which he just nods softly, smiling calmly towards you. Surprise immediately filling you.
But wasn't he embarrassed about it before? Oh, wait.. he didn't just completely play you, did he?
Marx eyes you a little annoyed with the lack of touch he was receiving from you. His claws already making it's way towards your hands. You quickly begin petting him again in a soothing manner, making him visibly relax back with his claws, purring returning again. "Could you maybe move to the side a bit?" Marx asks in a soft tone. You hurriedly comply, moving your hands to the side on his head. He hums in a reserved tone as his purring increases, eyes already closing.
It was so weird seeing Marx this.. relaxed and calm. Usually he'd just be a ball of energy. You didn't even think he could ever be like this yet here we are.
Marx shuffled closer towards you, snuggling into your chest causing you to twitch suddenly at the full body contact as soft snores hit your chest. You stare at Marx's now tuckered out body thoughtfully and smiled.
Maybe, just maybe you two were friends.
You grab a blanket getting ready to pull it over yourself and Marx, but a drop of liquid lands on you stopping you in your tracks. A perplexed expression peers on your face. What the.. You take a closer on the blanket noticing blood stains as well as blood still dripping from the blanket. Why is there blood on the blanket? You look around the bed, inspecting it only for you to find a pool of blood on your bed. Oh right you got injured by Marx. You'll patch yourself later in the morning.
You lie down on the bed, hugging Marx close towards you as you yawn. Guess you got tuckered out too, probably because of the blood loss. Either way you didn't care and decided to go to sleep. In the morning you were maybe thinking about surprising Marx with breakfast in bed. You weren't a great cook but you could certainly try! You giggled to yourself.
Maybe things aren't as bad as you thought.
You don't regret leaving the ancients.