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layla4567 · 5 months

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I'm just a librarian ✿ pt5

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Fem!reader

Summary: You begin to discover things about Marc/Steven's past as your adventure begins.

Warnings: murder mention, death mention, persecution, swearing, sexual tension(?,

A/N: the next part will be the final, sorry!

Part 4

The next morning I woke up with the horrible feeling of having only slept two hours. What's worse, I had had a horrible nightmare where some men came into my house and someone mentioned something about a giant talking dove… anyway. I slowly sat up in bed rubbing my eyes and watching the morning light coming through my window. I stretched my arms like a cat, stretching and got up, yawning, dragging my feet towards my kitchen.

"I had the craziest dream of my life.."- I said to myself even with my eyes closed.

"It wasn't a dream"

I gasped and jumped on the spot, waking up. To one side Marc was resting on my couch, he was still shirtless and covered with a blanket. He rested his elbow on the cushions and looked at me seriously.

"For God sake, Marc!! Jesus!, you scared me. I didn't remember you were here"

Marc continued seriously and stood up slowly putting on his shirt. As best I could, I went to prepare breakfast for both of them. I needed a good cup of caffeine. While I prepared pancakes Marc sat in the chair inspecting his wound. The bandage was still in place and the cut was no longer bleeding. I finished breakfast and served it on the table.

"Thanks..."- Marc murmured, surprised.

"No problem, I'm used to having breakfast alone but I thought you would be hungry too"- I said confused by his reaction.

"No, it's not that, it's just that… I haven't had pancakes in years…"

I almost choked on the pancake I put in my mouth and looked at it with my mouth full and big eyes.

"In years?! So what have you been eating??"

"What I found in Steven's refrigerator, or leftovers…"

"That sucks, I don't know how you're still alive."

He laughed softly and I smiled, satisfied that I was able to get a smile out of him, again.

"Let's say that in matters of survival I excel quite well"

"Oh well, since you're bringing it up, I want to know exactly what you do."- I said, clasping my hands and leaning under my chin.

"Are you sure? It's not a very nice story."

"You owe me"- I said pointing at him with a finger

He looked around remembering last night's disaster and nodded. He told how he used to travel the world killing people, he was a mercenary, he worked for people and he had to obey, that's what they paid him for. One day someone hired him to rescue an important statuette in Egypt, but during the expedition a member of the team betrayed him and fatally wounded him. Failing, he took refuge in a pyramid, he felt his strength abandon him when an imposing figure with the head of a bird spoke to him with a voice from beyond the grave. He said his name was Khonsu, the Egyptian god of the moon. The cunning god saved his life in exchange for him becoming his avatar, that is, his faithful knight.

"Or his slave, depending on how you want to see it"- he muttered angrily

"What happened after that?"

He sighed with reluctance. And he related that now he called himself "Moon Knight" and served Khonsu. Unfortunately, the man who treacherously escaped with the statuette, Marc suspected that he was a follower of Arthur Harrow. Obviously Steven knew nothing about this, that's why sometimes he woke up in a place he didn't know, because Khonsu ordered Marc to go to those places.

"Holy shit..."

I stared at him weighing the information. Now you felt the pieces fit together, his fighting skills, the people chasing him, even that strange figure I saw running across the rooftops.

"So.. a mercenary.."

"Go ahead, say it, I know you have a bad impression of me right now"-Marc felt how you felt aberration for his work.

"I wasn't going to say anything, I was just thinking that everything makes sense now"

He looked at me confused so I told him everything I had been noticing in him since he first appeared, at least as Marc and not Steven.

"And I thought I was being subtle, you don't know how hard it is to imitate Steven's accent"

Marc began to awkwardly imitate his counterpart's British accent and it made me genuinely laugh. Suddenly he frowned and rested his hand on the back of my hand that was resting on the table.

"I know that what I'm about to ask of you will border on the height of disrespect, but I need you to come with me.."

Before I could say anything he continued speaking quickly.

"I'm serious. It's important that you don't stay here because now they know where to find you and they won't hesitate to extract information from you by force"

A small wave of panic made my blood freeze, I didn't want to imagine what those men could do to me if they entered my house again. But I didn't want to leave so suddenly either. Marc sensed my fear and explained

"You may have to move to another place for a few days until this is all over. If you come with me we will settle in Cairo in a small house with all the comforts, you will only have to worry about the intense heat of the sun"-He tried to smile

Cairo… suddenly superimposed images came to my mind. Pyramids, sand, camels, dunes… everything I had read in the library books came to my mind like a whirlwind. Egypt was known not only for its pyramids and all the culture that came with it but also for its high temperatures and sand storms.

"I understand that this is all confusing and sudden but I need you to-"

"I will"

Marc was surprised by your quick and confident response. I looked into his eyes with determination, trying not to regret my decision, even so, I knew it was the right thing to do. Stay would have been a suicide plan

"But I still need to know things about you, such as where you lived before, your father or mother, etc"

Marc's face tightened when he heard the word mother and a look of disgust crossed his forehead. His mother was the last thing he wanted to talk about.

"Fine I promise, but not now. You must pack your bags, we leave in an hour"

I got up from the table and Marc imitated me, nervously I went to my room and grabbed all the clothes I could find, I particularly chose cool and light clothes that would help me withstand the heat of Egypt. When I was almost finishing the suitcase, I looked for an object in the drawer of my nightstand, a small ring that I inherited from my mother before she died. I rubbed it lovingly, polishing it gently, and put it in a pocket of my suitcase. When I finished, I looked moved at my room and touched with my fingers the photo frames that hung on the walls, all my photos of me, my friends or family. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Was I really about to leave all that behind? I shook my head to clear those thoughts and went to the kitchen where Marc was already ready.

"Let's go, the faster we get there the better, a jeep will be waiting for us outside."

Marc was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something and took two caps out of his backpack.

"Maybe this will help hide our identities just in case. And it also protects us from the sun"

With a sigh I took Marc's hand and we left my apartment. At no point did Marc let go of my hand, I didn't know if it was because he didn't want me to get lost or because of something else. When we arrived at the place the jeep was not there, it had a slight delay and we had to wait for it. Marc seemed impatient and from time to time he took quick glances towards the sky or what seemed to be the roof of a house.

"What are you looking at?"-I said looking at him

"Nothing, it doesn't matter.."

But Marc avoided eye contact with me and continued to look up, and not only that but he also made faces of annoyance by frowning and pursing his lips or making small angry pouts as if he wanted to shut someone up. I couldn't contain myself anymore and I turned around to where he was looking but I didn't find anything. I started to think he had gone crazy until I remembered the whole story about that Khonsu bird.

"Ohh I got it, It's the lunar god you told me about"

He nodded with a grunt and looked away.

"And what's he saying now?"

The middle-aged man didn't want to answer and instead returned to see Khonsu, increasingly angry.

"He says something about me?"

"He's getting involved in what doesn't matter to him."

I was going to say something else but he exclaimed again irritated.

"And he should learn to keep quiet!"

People passing by looked at us confused and worried about Marc's mental health. I smiled nervously, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking at the people out of the corner of my eye.

"Ok ok! easy man..I see you two have a lot to talk about"

"Anyway, I hope the jeep doesn't take long to arrive. I already want to get out of here."

I have never agreed more with him. We both stood a little away from the people waiting for time to fly. With my arms crossed I fixed my gaze on any point and my mind began to wander, I remembered everything I had experienced so far, Steven's arrival, his strange behavior, the thieves and then Marc's confession. All of that had happened in a matter of hours or days. They were the busiest and most chaotic weeks of my life, maybe my boss was right and I should take a break, although these were not the vacations I imagined. Suddenly a shake on my arm brought me back to reality, I looked at Marc intrigued and I could see the fear on his face.

"We have to run now"

"What? But why? What's wrong M-"

Marc didn't let me finish speaking because he grabbed my chin and turned it towards where he was looking. When I turned my head I saw four guys pointing in our direction. After exchanging a few words they began to approach at a safe pace towards where we were. A chill ran down my spine and for a second I was frozen in place.

"Come on, run!"-He said pulling my arm.

But I couldn't move and I felt stupid for that, but the shock was so great that it had paralyzed my body. Although I wanted to move because I was aware of the danger, I couldn't. The four men, noticing Marc's urgency in wanting to leave, began to advance faster. Marc grabbed my wrist firmly and with an accurate push he managed to get me moving.

"NOW!"

All that was missing was that little push necessary for my feet to start flying. I was running so fast that I couldn't feel the ground beneath me, I even seemed to be running faster than Marc. The pursuers ran after us pushing people who fell to the ground screaming or moved away offended. We avoided food stalls, street vendors but the other men threw everything in their path without caring. Although they were far from us, they ran very fast and it was difficult for us to keep them away because I was starting to get tired, Marc was dragging me and I couldn't keep up with him well. Suddenly Marc turned a corner and we hid in a narrow alley, in the brick wall there was a hole that two people could easily enter if they squeezed together. He put a finger on my mouth to silence me and dragged me to the gap in the wall. Obviously it was very narrow and it was difficult for both of us to fit in. I had to put my head against Marc's chest and I could hear his unbridled heartbeat reverberating in his chest like a drum. The four men who were still running stopped in front of the alley, inspecting it with their eyes. My pulse accelerated and I got closer to Marc's body as if it were a protective shield, he gasped softly and closed his eyes tightly. The men said something and separated, looking elsewhere, two to the left and the other two to the right. I felt my soul return to my body, I tried to take a deep breath and moved a little further away from Marc, or at least as much as could be possible in that narrow hiding place. Her heart was still beating fast and I wasn't sure if it was because of the proximity or because of the men who were chasing us. I raised my head to see him and his eyes shone abnormally and… his cheeks seemed slightly pink, but I guess it was from the effort of running so much.

"I-I think they've already left, we should leave"

"Yeah.."-he gasped

We slowly left the hiding place although we had to use force to leave the narrow gap and I almost fell on top of Marc if it weren't for him holding me by the shoulders. We walked until we left the alley and after looking everywhere and seeing that our pursuers were not close we began to jog. But the calm didn't last long because the four of them met again, it seemed like they had emerged from the sewers and chased us like dogs again. I was already exhausted and I felt my legs burning from the effort, when I felt that my thighs were going to tremble and I was going to fall to my knees on the ground, a honk made us turn our heads. The jeep had arrived and its driver, Marc's friend, was waving at us with his arm and shouting loudly for us to get on, but we were practically surrounded so Marc decided to quickly climb a staircase of a building that led to a balcony while the confused men It took them a few seconds to react before coming up with us. When we got to the balcony the jeep was right below us on the street.

"Are you ready?"

"For what?!"-I exclaimed scared

"For jump!!"

Marc held me by the waist and practically pushed me down as he fell with me. My scream was so strident that it could practically have been heard all the way to China. With horror I saw how the ground was getting closer to my eyes, I felt like my life was passing in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my arms while I whimpered in fear, expecting the worst. But thank heavens we fell into the seats of the jeep while the driver started the vehicle that skidded and smoked the tires while we left the four guys behind cursing and showing the middle finger. At breakneck speed we were able to escape safely, although it was a stretch because I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

"Are you ok?"-He asked me worried

I was about to answer him in a bad way but I stopped myself because everything that was happening wasn't his fault, but honestly it was beyond me.

"I've been better.."-I said sharply and breathlessly.

We settled into the seats trying to catch our breath and gather our thoughts. Marc better have a plan to emerge triumphant from all this shit because otherwise I don't know how we could face Harrow and his sect of lunatics, we hadn't started our search and I was already feeling fed up. To calm things down, Marc's friendly friend started a chat.

"Hi!, you must be Y/n, Marc told me that I would have to pick him up and a pretty girl for Cairo, although he never told me that you were so beautiful."-he said winking

In another context, that type of "compliment" would have made me sick, but I was too exhausted to think about it, and Marc's friend didn't seem depraved, well after all, if he was his friend, he had to be a good guy. Even so, Marc covered his face, embarrassed and wanting to kill him, a laugh left my mouth without thinking about it.

"By the way I'm Leo, at your service"

I nodded with an amused smile while Marc looked in another direction trying to suppress the embarrassment he felt right now. I looked at him to see if he would turn his face or say something but since that didn't happen I decided to tease him a bit.

"So you told Leo that a pretty girl was waiting with you, was that girl me?"-I said, biting my lip, I inferred into a smile.

Marc shivered a little uncomfortably and shifted nervously in his seat but still didn't look at me.

"And what else did you say about me?"-I said with a honeyed and innocent voice.

Leo looking at Marc from the rearview mirror was holding back his laughter but it was obvious that he couldn't, he saw it and frowned.

"Oh come on!"-Marc said looking at me angrily and then looked away again.

Now Leo and I burst out laughing, it was a relief to laugh despite the difficulties. That seemed to calm the atmosphere because then the three of us seemed more relaxed. When I realized we were no longer in the city but traveling along the empty road. In the sky the sun was slowly descending through the horizon, dyeing the sky and the clouds orange and pink. I stood admiring the colorful landscape while counting the hours to reach Cairo. Suddenly the dream overcame me and my heavy eyelids began to droop until I closed my eyes. My head hung downwards and the soft rattle of the jeep shook my body. Unintentionally, all my weight swung to one side and I fell on top of Marc with my head resting on his shoulder. He seemed to be startled because he turned his head quickly looking at me confused and uncomfortable, but he didn't have the courage to push me aside so after a few minutes, sleep knocked him out too and he fell asleep with his head on mine. Leo saw us both from the mirror and smiled to himself.

"These lovebirds will end up in love"

As the jeep traveled down the long road, a tall, imposing figure with a bird's skull watched from a distance, crouching as the vehicle drove away. Guñendo stood up and placed his cane on the ground with a sharp thump that would have made the earth shake.

"That girl will give us problems, I hope you know what you're doing…Marc"

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tag: @corpsebridenightamare @perfectprofessorloverapricot

I know I owe you a big apology for taking so long to continue this series and another apology because the next part will be the final one. But I've lost a little interest in this story and if it weren't for the fact that I respect that several of you like this series I would have canceled it a long time ago.

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veryveryverytemporarily · 3 months

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So I wrote this ficlet for Christmas then didn't post it because I wanted to add to it, but then the converstaion with Aaron about ghosts made me realize I'd written the same idea haha. So here it is anyway...

‘Oh, Aaron, I was hoping I’d see you. Can I have a word? Not here, outside?’

There was something about her eyes, so he’d put back the mince pies he’d been going to buy and followed her into the night.

She’d kept walking until she was out of earshot of customers choosing vegetables, and then she’d turned and looked up at him, face lit by sparkling angels high above them on Main Street.

‘It’s about Christmas.’

‘Did my Mum put you up to this? I’m not joining her for the Dingle dinner this year, I’ve told her that.’

‘No, not your Mum. This is about my Christmas, well, mine, and yours, too.’

She was searching his face, and something about her expression made him suddenly breathless. He took a step backwards, buried his hands in his pockets.

‘So, wh…what then…is it that you want me to babysit Harry? Is it that? ‘Cos you know I will...,’ he could hear a tremor in his voice.

‘No, Aaron, not that.’

Her eyes were like saucers looking back at him and he felt his strength seeping into the night.

‘There’s no easy way of telling you this…,’ she said.

‘Telling me what?’

She reached up and held his sleeve, he could feel his heart blundering around in his chest even before she spoke. Hadn’t he had enough knocks?

But he knew what she was going to say, and when she did speak, her words were just an echo, as if time had splintered and sent him ahead so he opened his mouth…

‘It’s Robert,’ they both spoke in unison.

‘…isn’t it?’ he added weakly, looking down at the glistening black surface of the road where he could see stars reflected.

‘Yes,’ Vic was still holding his sleeve, anchoring him. ‘Robert’s coming home. He’s been released.’

He stood at the top of the drive going down to the Mill. Watching.

He saw his Mum outside wearing dark glasses against the afternoon winter sunshine and a warmer round her wrists. Paddy, calling out to her, wrapped in a red scarf, held Evie’s hand as they made their way over towards the entrance of the Woolpack.

Bundled up in a kid’s fur coat, Evie saw him from the distance, smiled, and waved.

He waved back, then when Chas turned in his direction, he looked away. He had no space in his head for the aggro. Not today.

So, instead he returned to watching the turning at the top of the street. Watching for a taxi.

‘I’ve got a return flight booked to Southampton to bring him back. He said he’d manage on his own, but he’ll be disorientated in the big wide world and I want to make sure he gets here alright,’ Vic had said. ‘I don’t even know how much cash they give them, the discharge grant or something, I read about it on the families forum.’

‘Seventy-six pounds,’ Aaron had stated.

‘And then what? Left to fend for yourself on the street if you haven’t got family?’ Vic observed darkly.

‘Well luckily he’s got you,’ Aaron had answered, swallowing. What he’d wanted to hear her say was ‘And you.’ But he wasn’t Robert’s family anymore, was he? What would Robert want him to be?

His stomach felt hollow. What if Robert didn’t want him around at all?

‘Wendy’s going to have Harry until I’m back,’ Vic went on.

‘Does she know?’

Victoria shook her head with a frown as she focused on extracting a blue shirt from its wrapping, and changed the subject.

‘I got him this, and those boxers, and socks,’ she gestured with her chin, ‘and that sweater and these jeans, do you think they’ll be alright?’

She held the jeans up.

Aaron blinked and nodded.

The wool sweater Vic had got for him was midnight blue. He’d reached out when her back was turned and touched the cuff of it.

Darkness dropped swiftly. In his head, the street was haunted.

Like an ancient battle ground, wraiths, and phantoms: In the haze beneath the fur tree with its fairy lights, Aaron could see them.

Finn for one, hair combed and neatly dressed with his cupid’s bow pout, popping over to the Wooly for a pint of Christmas sherry.

Jackson waiting by the bus stop, raising a can of beer to his mouth, still asking the eternal question - Did you love me?

And there was Gerry; goofing about, trailing along behind him as he went out running - but no, he mustn’t think of Gerry because that would make him think of Liv. And thinking of Liv was impossible.

He straightened his back.

A way behind him a door opened and lit the drive so he could see his shadow on the sparkly tarmac appear and disappear again. He heard footsteps and boyish voices, and then Suni and Nicky passed him with a courteous but cautious evening, and close behind them Ethan, who stopped, eyelashes fluttering over shining cheeks.

He had to admit that he’d been flirting. Now he felt incredulous. One day he’d apologize, but not tonight.

Ethan was talking but he’d had to say pardon because he hadn’t been listening.

‘It’s Suni’s first venture out since, well, you know. We’re taking him for a pint; do you want to join us?’

‘No,’ Aaron answered abruptly, and then added, ‘Thanks but, no, anyway.’

‘Oh, well, have a good night then,’ Ethan replied.

Aaron hardly registered his confused frown as he walked on. None of it mattered, he was deleting his recent past, like scrubbing out lines in a badly written text.

He was looking to his real past; all the memories; a heady treasure trove full to overflowing, lost but maybe if wishes could come true, he might hunt it out and unlock it all over again - and x marking the spot was a small cottage on Main Street.

As if on cue the full beam of headlights rounded the corner and a taxi crawled into the street and slowed to a stop, engine turning.

He reeled forward, his heart erratic.

But then Suni, Nicky and Ethan appeared again and he realized his mistake.

He stroked a hand down his face and tried to calm his breathing as the taxi reversed accompanied by the sound of receding laughter, and left him to the silence and the ghosts.

And then in his pocket his phone buzzed. Vic leaving a text.

I thought you’d be here. We’ve been back ages.

He’d been trying on the clothes and his long pale fingers were pulling down the hem of the sweater over his midriff, when Aaron stepped in over the threshold.

His skin was ghostly white, his cheeks hallow. His hair was long and he’d got some sort of beard going on. For a moment it was hard to reconcile this man with the image he’d been carrying round in his head of the husband he’d lost.

But his eyes; grey -green like the sea at Filey on a blustery spring day, staring back at him like he would sweep away all his defenses, his eyes were all Robert.

And it took all his strength not to reach out and hold him, like a possession: His possession. His man; his only man, finally here in front of him.

#my writing #robron

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theriu · 5 months

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River Reads Midnight Sun

Well met, traveler! This is the starting post for my experiment, wherein I, who have never read the Twilight books or seen the movies, read Midnight Sun (basically Twilight from Edward's perspective) and commentate for (hopefully) your entertainment! I decided it would be easiest to do this a chapter at a time, and my commentary will essentially be a summary of each chapter so people equally unfamiliar with the story can follow along. You can follow or block this experiment with the tag #river reads midnight sun.

I think that should do it! Let's get started with:

Chapter 1: First Sight

In which Edward finds high schoolers very Boring and Inane, and also nearly goes bonkers over a potential snack.

First things first: Can we talk about how gross pomegranates look? Is the cover art SUPPOSED to resemble an optical illusion between a halved pomegranate and a bleeding heart? Either way, EW.

Right, on to business!

Edward is bored, you guys. He is SO BORED. High school is so boring. Purgatory is mentioned, as well as “tedium” and “monotonous.” He really wants us to know how bored he is, even though the word “boredom” is not used until the sixth paragraph. But trust me, he’s very bored. One begins to wonder why the immortal 100+-year-old vampire is choosing to hang out daily in such a boring place, but I’m sure it will be explained.

Now we learn about his mindreading powers! This is also very boring because most of the minds he has to read are petty high school minds. By the way, the inane sheeple chatter in the school mindscape today is all about the new girl! I wonder who she could be! Ed sure doesn’t care! He can see every angle of her face via peoples’ thoughts, and he is NOT impressed. Half the “sheep-like males” are crushing on her. Edward’s disdain for them is palpable, almost as if it's not totally normal and fine for human teenagers to find new things like a new student exciting. We may be witnessing a smidge of superiority complex, which is shocking, no doubt.

Mind-reading as a way to introduce other relevant characters is handy, I will grant the author that! Of course, Ed tries not to mindread his fellow vampires out of courtesy, but he KNOWS what they are probably thinking, and boy is he ready to tell us!

Rosalie: Is either actually super hot or super thinks she is, and apparently this debate encompasses her every waking moment. She only compares herself to VAMPIRES, of course, because humans could never be comparably hot. Related to a stagnant pool. Wow, Ed.

Emmett: Hyper competitive guy who has no new thoughts because he says EVERYTHING he thinks. Compared to a glass-clear lake. I suppose that means Ed maybe thinks he has depth? Maybe? We'll err on the side of optimism.

Jasper: Suffering. That’s literally the entire description.

Alice (who can see the future) introduces herself by beaming thoughts at Ed asking how Jasper is doing. Jasper is not doing well. Apparently he is so ready to eat people that he has forgotten how to Human and is sitting in a corpse-like rigor, because it seems when you become a vampire you lose quirks like restless leg syndrome and blinking? This feels full of potential hilarity to me, but I fear such hilarity will not be realized in this Very Serious Book.

Anyway, back to Jasper, who is SUFFERING. Alice asks if there is any danger. Edward signals no. Half a page later, his exposition about Jasper's problem adds, “Jasper was very dangerous right now." Okay, so which is it?! PICK A LANE, ED

(On a genuine note, I already like Alice; she counters Jasper’s fantasies about eating a girl by telling him her name and a few personal facts in a way that shows Alice makes an effort to know her classmates as more than just The Humans. Yay empathy!)

Btw, Ed’s internal monologue indicates they’re hanging out at this school to build their strength and endurance by being around humans and not eating them, and to that I say REALLY??? You chose high school for that?! The one where you’re SUPER BORED?? GO HANG OUT AT A COFFEE SHOP OR SOMETHING

Ope, plot progression! Bella has entered the chat lunchroom. Literally everyone is thinking about Bella, including Jessica, no doubt the requisite catty high school rival who crushed on Edward previously. She has many disgruntled thoughts about Bella, Bella noticing the Cullens, everyone noticing Bella, etc. Ed, who has been doing a great job keeping us up to date on the general thought processes of the student body, takes this moment to assure us once again how much he finds all of this chatter inane AND petty AND trivial, and he’s definitely going to try harder to block them out (again).

Wait, oh my word, was that a line of HUMOROUS BANTER between the Cullens just now?! I have renewed hope for this Very Serious Book!

So Edward is the vampires' mental scout who checks for people suspecting he and his family are inhumanly weird (as opposed to acceptably weird), and naturally he does a brain scan on Bella. Oooo but he’s not hearing anything! And now they have locked eyes! Her eyes are very odd, because of the DEPTH of them! Already, Bella is very Frail and immune to mindreading and somehow has “deeper” eyes than I guess any other human Edward has met in his 100+ years? Ed, I think you need to make eye contact more.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled torrent of inane high schooler thoughts! Amazingly, they are all still focused on Bella and being attracted to or jealous of her, because of course real high schoolers are all Inane and Tedious. (The one exception is Angela, who is busy thinking about homework. I like her, she seems normal.) Jessica is being catty again, and what’s this?! Ed suddenly has this STRANGE URGE to SHIELD Bella from this nasty girl! How very odd and unusual! Especially from a guy who very clearly finds all human teenagers Inane/Petty/Trivial! Bella must be special, except she is also “very unexceptional." Also, Ed is highly frustrated that he can’t read this girl’s mind, despite him constantly reading her like a book and her having “deceptively communicative” eyes.

Rosalie breaks Ed out of his frustration-driven contradictory spiral, and they all go to class, Ed casually mentioning his two medical degrees in an internal dig at his biology teacher (again, why are you hanging out at high school???) Naturally, Bella shows up and the only seat available is the one next to Edward, because Plot everyone is subliminally terrified of him. Ed has a moment of panic wondering if not hearing one girl’s thoughts means he has a vampire disease and is gonna lose all his mindreading, and then he has another moment of empathy for Bella having to sit next to the Scary Vampire.

Then she walks in front of an air duct, and Edward is suddenly overcome with INTENSE BLOODLUST THE LIKES OF WHICH HE HAS NEVER EXPERIENCED BEFORE!!! He wants to eat her SO BAD, you guys! He spends roughly EIGHT PAGES brooding on how badly he wants to eat her, noticing how delicious she smells, crushing the underside of a desk with his intense self-control grip (but having the presence of mind to “destroy the evidence” by rounding out the finger-shaped hole he just made), analyzing the logistics of eliminating a roomful of witnesses and whether to do so before or after eating her, seeing his monstrous reflection in her eyeballs, angsting over how bad he will feel when he murders a bunch of people, plotting ways of murdering her that WON’T result in collateral damage, questioning Bella’s sanity for daring to SHAKE HER HAIR IN HIS VICINITY, angsting about how disappointed his wonderful adoptive dad Carlisle will be (aww, that’s actually sweet), stubbornly deciding “she can’t make me,” hating Bella with the fury of a thousand suns for daring to smell so delicious, and shutting off his breathing so he has at least some self-control, which does sound uncomfortable but I applaud the effort.

Then class finally ends (for him and for us), and he goes and hides in his car. Which, honestly, relatable.

The car timeout helps restore his sanity, and he determines he does in fact not need to kill her and that hating her guts for smelling like an eight-course dinner probably isn’t fair! He just needs to avoid her as much as possible. Bless your heart for your optimism, Male Lead of a Paranormal Romance Novel.

The solution he comes up with is to charm the poor secretary (who keeps having to remind herself mentally that he’s too young for her, which, augh) into switching him to a different sixth-period course. Bella chooses this opportune moment to walk in, which he doesn’t notice until her DELICIOUS SMELL is blown over him (I question why someone with such advanced senses can only notice powerful smells when he is downwind of them). Edward’s Amazing Vampire Vision kicks in, allowing him to once again see his Monstrous Face in the reflection of her eyes, despite her being over against the wall. He briefly contemplates double homicide, then . . . uh . . . gives up on changing classes so he can walk away. This doesn’t feel like a long-term solution, Ed, but Kudos for the self-control.

The chapter wraps up with him jumping into his car (it’s the end of the day, so the others are waiting for him) and breaking the speed limit out of the parking lot. Alice uses Future Sight (it’s super effective!) to see that Ed is either going to book it out of Forks (the town) or go and murder Bella in her house. I once again have reason to like Alice, who orders him not to do it, adding that it would metaphorically kill Bella’s dad. He drops them off and races away again, not yet sure if he’s going to tell Dad Carlisle that he’s leaving or going to go eat the delicious new girl. And Scene!

Well, that wasn’t as painful as I feared, so huzzah! I kind of appreciate the internal look at his thoughts and how his mindreading lets us see other characters even when they can’t talk. Got a bit long at times, especially with how Inane and Petty and Trivial high schoolers are to Edward! LOTS OF DETAIL about how badly he wanted to eat Bella and possibly murder all bystanders, which I guess does go to show how bad the bloodlust is, because dang! (But why do none of the others have this reaction to her yet? Maybe they just don’t have classes with her. You must be this close to the Bella to ride the maniac vampire train!)

And with that, I have earned a much-deserved break before delving into CHAPTER TWO: OPEN BOOK! I’m sure Edward will totally succeed in his plan to skedaddle out of Forks and never see Bella again! Stay positive, Ed! =Dd

Chapter 2->

#river rambles #river reads midnight sun #twilight #edward cullen #bella swan #alice cullen #vampires #commentary #summary #satire I guess?#Idk #I'm trying to find a line between making funny comments and not being unfairly mean #I don't want to actually be a JERK here #but I'm still going to do a LITTLE mocking #anyhoo please let me know what ya'll think and if this is worth continuing!#and thanks for reading!

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dragynkeep · 8 months

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Look I hate v9 but there are a few things that I believe it did right; One of those is Ruby wouldn't open up to WBY about everything because I think she didn't want to hurt even more after everything they've been through when it reality they were having the time of their life. So even when she's at her lowest, she's still thinking of others, because she loves them and knows how important it is that she stays strong. She can't give them hope, but can at least not burden them any more.

And since she knows her responsibility as a leader and just wants to do one thing right after the fall of Atlas and Penny's death, it's kind of become natural to her, putting her mental health on the backburner by default. Until she finally stopped for a moment and thought, "Why does it have to be like this? Why is it that I have to be everyone's 101 support call to my own detriment? What about me? Who thought that putting a failure like me in charge of that role was a good idea anyway?"

And those bozos are extraordinarily incompetent for not noticing it and never bothering to notice (save for Weiss to an extent). It really feels like they've been taking Ruby's strength for granted. V9's message also should've been about how you shouldn't put your own well being over anyone's too much (not to people like them). Because in the long run doing that will be worse for both you and them.

If I had to give V9 something, it would be that my view of Ruby massively improved afterwards, but it came because while she was actually behaving like a sensible human being and reacting to the horror that happened in V8 because of them, the rest of WBY are all dickheads. They're treating this like a magical adventure, showing no responsibility for the damage they made, and actively told Ruby that she was just like Ironwood for feeling the pressure of the situation that they put themselves in.

All while Ruby was struggling with what she done, the truth about her mother, the death of her best friend that had already died once, and the hanging danger of Salem because Ruby alone has something that Salem wants.

And I'm sorry, but all throughout her breakdown, even when they tried to paint the others as just as much in the right as her; Ruby was right.

"Ruby put herself in this situation willingly and drove other more capable people out because they didn't 100% follow her niave ideals" and "Ruby is struggling under the pressure that is partially connected to things she can't control (her mother/silver eyes) and everyone around her has failed her by not stepping up despite being older" can coexist.

#rwby #rwde #ruby rose #answered #luke.txt

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areyoudreaminof · 11 months

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Nothing Can Break Me: An Emerie Playlist

You asked for it, and I’m delivering! The holy Valkyrie Trinity is complete! Emerie, what can I say? A survivor who's held her own in a terrible family and society, taking pride in her strengths. She has risen above so much in her very short life. I think Emerie might be the closest thing this series has to Wonder Woman after Feyre. For Emerie, I wanted some heavier sounds and I felt really strongly gravitating toward more female and queer artists. Listen Here! And follow me behind the cut for a deep dive!

Moaning Lisa Smile-Wolf Alice

All in the books and all in her blood And nowhere to run ‘cos it's out of control You wait for something to undo these feelings Waiting and waiting, but it's out of control Scrap the blues if the blues don't work Flash your teeth, though the inside hurts Scrap the blues if the blues don't work Doesn't make you feel better, just makes others feel worst

Circuital-My Morning Jacket

You think you'll find yourself out there Out in the lion’s den In some bloody battle Over belief systems

Or disappear into the vacuum Total neutrality Where you can't lose nothing But nothing can be gained

Well anyway you cut it We're just spinning around Out on the circuit Over the hallowed ground Ending up in the same place That we started out

ANIMAL-PVRIS

When you cage an animal Their claws will start to show They're aimin' at your throat It's time to let them go When you cage an animal Their claws will start to show They're aimin' at your throat It's time to let them go

My Number-Foals

Now the wolf is knocking at my door Bang-bang, it asks for more Stand here, we stand tall We can move beyond these walls And I don't need your counsel And I don't need these city streets And I don't need that good advice 'Cause we can move beyond it now

Cornflake Girl-Tori Amos

Never was a cornflake girl Thought that was a good solution Hanging with the raisin girls She's gone to the other side Giving us a yo-heave-ho Things are getting kind of gross And I go at sleepy time This is not really, this, a-this This is not really happening You bet your life it is You bet your life it is Oh honey, you bet your life

Wolves Without Teeth-Of Monsters and Men

You hover like a hummingbird, haunt me in my sleep You're sailing from another world, sinking in my sea Oh, you're feeding on my energy, letting go of it She wants it And I run from wolves, ooh Breathing heavily at my feet And I run from wolves, ooh Tearing into me without teeth

Fox Confessor Brings the Flood-Neko Case

Driving home I see those flooded fields How can people not know what beauty this is? I've taken it for granted my whole life Since the day I was born

What purpose in these deeds? Oh, fox confessor please Who married me to these orphaned blues? "It's not for you to know, but for you to weep and wonder When the death of your civilization precedes you."

Entertain-Sleater-Kinney

So you want to be entertained? Please look away, don't look away We're not here cause we want to entertain Go away, don't go away

Reality is the new fiction they say Truth is truer these days, truth is man-made If you're here cause you want to be entertained Go away, please go away

Runaway-Yeah Yeah Yeahs

I was feeling sad Can't help looking back Highways flew by Run, run away No sense of time Like you to stay Want to keep you inside

All alone Not so strong without these open arms Hold on tight All alone

History Repeats-Brittany Howard

I just don't wanna be back in this place again I mean, I done cried a little Tried a little, failed a little I don’t wanna do it again

I mean, I've already been I came and went I washed my hands with it I don't wanna do it again Don't push me

Anxiety-Lady Hawke

I’ve always been so cautious But I’m sick of feeling nauseous It’s not that I am losing This wall of my own choosing

Take me on a ride Show me how to hide the voice in my head Meet me on the road, tell me all you know I’m here on my own

Should Have Known Better-Sufjan Stevens

I should have known better To see what I could see My black shroud Holding down my feelings A pillar for my enemies

I should have known better Nothing can be changed The past is still the past The bridge to nowhere I should have wrote a letter Explaining what I feel, that empty feeling

Last Girl-Soccer Mommy

I want to be like your last girl She's the sun in your cold world and I am just a dying flower I don't hold the summer in my eyes

Maybe I'm just feeling like I don't have a chance this time 'Cause I don't have a chance this time, I swear

Help, I'm Alive-Metric

If we're still alive My regrets are few If my life is mine What shouldn't I do? I get wherever I'm going I get whatever I need While my blood's still flowing And my heart still beats

Taglist: @aldbooks @bookofmirth @brieq @bagelfyre @c-e-d-dreamer @cursebrkr @darling-archeron @damedechance @gwyns @gimme-mor @harrysringss @highqueenmorrigan @historiaxvanserra @ineffable-resplendence @kataravimes-of-the-shire @krem-does-stuff @krem-has-a-mess @kingofsummer93 @lidiacervos @moononastring @octobers-veryown @ofduskanddreams @panicatthenightcourt @queercontrarian @reverie-tales @asnowfern @spell-cleavers @separatist-apologist @thesistersarcheron @thelovelymadone @the-lonelybarricade @ultadverb @vulpes-fennec @velidewrites @vanserrass @yazthebookish @mossytrashcan @emerieweekofficial @shadowsxgwynriel @shadowriel @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @archecosmo @bennylavasbuns @lilith-clawthorne-stan @tuzna-pesma-snova @andrigyn @lulling-night-sky @headcanonheadcase @moodymelanist @foreverinelysian

#emerie #acotar playlist project #pro Emerie #nesta #Gwyn #valkyries #here we go lesbians!#Spotify

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shit-taster-connoisseur · 22 days

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BOO!

Haha, Did I Scare Ya?

Anyways I Noticed That You’re Looking For Some Silly Questions, So Your Wish Is Granted Mate!

A Simple One Of Course, What Are Your Thoughts/Opinions About One Of The Villains Such as The Interesting Twins?

JXJDB sure did

These guys, are by far my favorite villians, also im sucker for sibling dynamics

Wished they were taken more seriously, but won't deny some of their episode were my favorites by far (especially OP T.R.I.P). Less because of the gags they thrown them in, but rather we do finally see glimpses of their own personalities cause up until then there rlly wasnt much on them besides them failing and falling out a whole damn window all the time xxbdj honestly, that calls into question how resistant these guys are holy shit

The sister(if anyone got any name suggestions for them plz tell so I can steal them too/j), is fed UP, and I love her for it, cause with the amount of shit she's face i'd go fucking insane too. I vote we should give her gun, all her problems would be solved/j but actually, i enjoy that she's a little shit, impulsive, arrogant, etc, but i think it kinda stems from a fear of failure because how else would they've been known as father's bestest spies? Sector V had knocked down a pedestal, and that fucks with her head, but then their failures began to pile up and now she's becoming increasingly desperate to prove that she's still somehow #1– in turn she because implusive, impatient, etc. Sbe 100% cares for her brother, so at the same time she feels like she's dragging him down, it all piles on. Maybe a vaca would do her some good.

The brother, I absolutely adore him – tbh I adore both of them equally. He seems more like the younger of the two in terms of personality, we seem always following his sister's lead despite how irrational it could be. His loyalty and compassion to her is something that kinda pushes him to being my fav twin spot, cuz well im a sucker for good brother characters. And despite his more "softer" attuide compared to his sister's, they're both evil and flawed equally on the same level ‐ mo manipulation or pressure(well kind), nah-da. As the brother is just as implusive, selfish, and arrogant, but he hasn't let their failure get to his head just yet – in turn, he has more clearer head than his sister, so he ends becoming a voice of reason than a leader.

(Readmore cuz this is long jdbdb)

It's pretty popular theory that they're delightful, which is something I think about a LOT when it comes to their characters. And a bit more headcanon here: their non-delightful selves are still conscious, as to me(inspired heavily by my SS au with a friend), being delightful serves as just a filter for kids. Kinda like you feel the urge to chuck a plate, but because you're delightful, it's like a parasite keeping your hands folded in your lap, controlling your behaviors and words.

And they both don't like that their delightful-selves are fighting against old comrades because they were probably ex-KND operatives. perhaps got caught during a mission in Father's mansion, and faded to obscurity in KND history. Either that, or maybe they were father's first delightful experiments? Before the DCFDTL? Maybe that's why they aren't as insync as the DCFDTL, cuz you'd think them being related by blood would strength that bond.

Honestly, i just want an AU where they're happy:))

More headcanons:

Lesbian/Gay solidarity and hostility

They are the entire Evelyn Evelyn album(or not idk, havent listen to it in awhile)

If they ever do end up being undelightfulized, they'd have vastly different asthetics out of spite. Not sure which ones yet

They'd marathon Saturday morning cartoons to get the full childhood experience!!

They consider the DCFDTL sort like cousins, a familial connection is there at least

They're presumed missing, so they live alone in a house bought by Father. They're able to split the chores usually, but the Brother is the better cook between them, so the sister just does the dishes.

Alternatively they also live in Father's mansion, but because they keep falling out of windows at comical heights, they're in bed rest planning their next schemes, therefore more out the way

If they got turned into animals, they'd probably be panthers or owls idk

(Lord save me it's nearly 1am on a school might xmsb)

#six's thingies #KND #the interesting twins from beneath the mountain #TITFBTM #could say so much more abt them #but its nearly 1 and i got schoolzz #also not mentioned but im in love w their designs

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sooshii · 1 month

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Rewriting old fics are scary!

I finally got the ball rolling on rewriting my first fic. After much theory crafting, development plotting, planning, character building, and just overall story rework from the original... I did it! :D It only took me... 2...3? years -psychotic laughing intensifies- Ahem. Anyways the fic is pretty chaotic. It follows overcoming trauma from the oc in this new world. I figured there was also a lot of missing potential between the og ff7 game and remake, so why not do a little world building that differentiates this place from being a game? And considering I love angst and to make my characters suffer? I had to spice it up with drama and humor sprinkled in (though there will be more in later chapters since current ones are setting the stage). Long fic do be long.

Anywaaayyysss I'll stop rambling and let you at it if interested ^_^ If anyone wants to chat, theory craft, scream at the void, hit me up! I'm always down! Happy reading~ :D

AO3 Link Summary:

『 I stepped off - I know I did..』

After a lifetime of abuse, Lena decided to grant the wishes of those around her - to disappear for good. But when she opened her eyes, she didn't expect to be unharmed in a place of mountainous steel and suffocating air - a place of familiarity she didn't quite recognize called Midgar.

Her memories of this city a fragmented mess, she must pave a new path for herself while surviving in this new land with the support of those around her - else she fears the gray specters she keeps seeing at every turn will swallow her soul and drag her back to whence she came.

『 You matter, child. Don't give up on finding your own strength and path. 』

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #final fantasy 7 fanfic #ff7 fanfic #ffvii au #fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 #ao3 writer #original female character #long fic #alternate universe #archive of our own #i'm bad at tagging

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Just One Week (2)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Also posted on my ao3 account: diluclover300

CHAPTER INDEX:

I H8 U

My Kinda Fun

Balance

{S] Awake

Eggs and Rice

Wait, but I'm broke

Couple's Discount

CHAPTER 2: My Kinda Fun

Damn it. When you said you wanted to fight him, you didn't think he'd actually say yes. You didn't think he'd take you seriously!

Now you're shaking like a cat who's just been thrown into a very unnecessary, cold bathtub, shoving your reading glasses into your now discarded backpack on the floor. Except that bathtub was a random rooftop he's managed to transport you to. So you shiver as the breeze hits your bare legs, crossing your arms so tight that your blood circulation has gone out the window.

"So? What now?" You say through clattering teeth, squeezing yourself together as your hair blows in the direction of your face. Every now and then you see Gojo in front of you, like a game of hide and seek but with your own hair.

Your audacity has only gotten worse with time, Satoru thinks. You're the one who asked to fight in the first place, why were you trembling like a little mouse? It's laughable.

He shrugs. "Dunno. Hurry up and land a punch before I do it first."

He moves, rotating his arm in a steady circle, as if he's winding up the air against his muscles. In reality, he's combining his fingers together into a fist, one that aims at you.

"W-wait!" You clear you throat, sounding like a shrill little girl with a small, little voice.

"What?"

He pulls off his sunglasses, white hair blowing along the wind as his eyes glint against the night sky. A threat is what that stern look is, the drop of those glasses following.

It's not an romantic reaction when your heart skips a beat. That twinge in your heart is one of utter fear.

God. You're dead if he uses those eyes of his.

A losing battle is what it is. You sure as hell don't want to fight if there's nothing in it to win other than your already-bruised ego. Which you don't need to resurrect by any means, but what you do need is for Gojo Satoru to be gone, for peace to re-enter your miserable life.

"If I win, then, will you–"

"Fine."

"I didn't even–"

"You're losing anyways."

"Why you–"

"If I win, you'll grant me three wishes. Sounds like a deal, doesn't it?"

"I never said yes." You brace for impact, bent at the knees as you ground your rather wobbly feet against the cold rooftop. Geez, you can see the entirety of Japan from this building.

"It's called a mutual agreement."

"Whatever."

The breeze almost sways you, almost. You try to squeeze your focus into your arms. Knowing that you've been on your feet all day was your biggest disadvantage against Gojo Satoru, who had the strength of the Gods. Figuratively, of course.

He doesn't do anything, he just folds his legs until he's sitting on the floor, feet crossed together.

"What're you–"

"Come and get me."

Fine. You will. You're no pussy.

A long sigh draws out of you before you charge at him, coursing cursed energy through your left arm.

"Predictable." Gojo clicks his tongue, unimpressed as you swing with all your might. "You need more practice."

Of course, it doesn't land. He has that stupid limitless thing, a barrier which you can't predict. He's gotten stronger, just as Gojo Satoru does.

"I fucking hate you." You heave, so badly out of shape. Fuck, you need to hit the gym someday. "It's not fair, you have that stupid... that stupid limitless thing!"

Satoru looks up at you. It's admirable to see how weak someone so strong has gotten over the years. How the cold air puffs in and out through your lips.

It's what a office job does to a person, huh? He thinks.

"You whine too much for a jujutsu sorcerer." He groans as he gets up from the ground. "Is this how you intend to win? Against me?"

Ha. Even he knows he's not some ordinary Joe. It makes your blood curdle as you wipe off your sweaty palms against your knees.

"Cocky bastard."

You begin to back up as he walks towards you, each stride slower than the last.

"Am I? You know, I could beat you without that limitless thing." His eyebrows furrow, frustrated at your puny little attempts of putting up a fight.

"As if." You stumble over your steps and you swear that he's trying to kill you. That looks in his eyes is nothing but sinister.

"Don't believe me?" He laughs, sending a slight chill down your spine. "Try it."

Humiliating, you believe this to be. He's baby-proofing this fight for you, making things easy for you. Though you've sworn off your pride, it swells up in your heart.

You won't have any of this.

"Fine then. I'm not using my technique either." You step back until you're finally cornered, back straightening up against the cold, gray walls.

"Okay." He looms over you, hands stuffed in his pocket. "I'd win either way."

Your back compresses even further against the small entrance to the rooftop, breath caught up in your chest.

Okay, you think. There's no technique involved whatsoever. You can either land punches or kicks with cursed energy. Nothing more than that.

"I'm waiting." He looks down at you, with such intensity that you're turning into goo, a bag of nerves.

"Okay. I get it. Give me a second to think."

You blink, looking up at him.

You're going to lose, you're well aware he has a better sense for... well, everything. He's better than you, which was one reason why you quit, but you didn't want to do a deep dive into that right now. Not when you've got a once in a lifetime reward on the line.

Whatever. You were going to give it your all.

SMACK.

You slap him. Once. The satisfaction, the hopeless toss of his head as you do this feels great. You feel alive as the cells of your palm lightly tingle against each other. Nice.

SMACK.

Twice. You don't even let him recover. He's silent, that pale skin of his cheek reddening.

SMACK!

Three times a charm. His eyes go wide like a fish as he winces, rubbing his cheek.

"Ow." You frown, looking at your brightening skin. It burns. "That hurt."

It's quiet for a good moment as you contemplate your next move, the metallic taste of adrenaline staining the roof of your mouth and tongue. You haven't felt this in five years. It's so familiar, yet so foreign that it becomes difficult to deal with, to process as millions of thoughts and strategies run in circles around your mind. Gojo's small pants and breaths are the last thing on your mind as your eyes dart around the rooftop.

Now what? You ask yourself, watching as he slowly re-composes himself, stretching back up. There are so many possibilities, however, they're all quick to flee the confinement of your mind when your eyes meet with his trembling ones.

"You're done having fun?" He breathes, looking back at you with a wide smile and a bruised cheek. "Already?"

Oh. If you weren't in trouble before, then you were really in trouble now. He's got you right where he wants you, cornered, trapped against a wall, saving up his energy for something more. That smile of his stretches throughout his face, teeth almost grinding together, akin to a predator eyeing it's prey. Eventually, that disturbing stretch reaches his eyes as your legs practically turn into jelly, slightly jittering as he laughs to himself, the sound echoing and dissipating into the cold, frigid air.

Run. You must run.

"Uh.. uh.." You sputter, eyes darting from him to the rest of the rooftop. "I..."

You slap him again, wincing as you run for your life. Your hand burns. It burns so bad that you're dreaming of the damn ice pack the school nurse would give you for your weekly tummy aches. You try to push further, the muscles of your legs straining and squeezing every bit of energy left in you.

Unfortunately, a forty hour work week exhausts you, wrings you dry of any sort of life. Your feet begin to drag against the concrete floors of the rooftop, as if the Gods already decided on your eventual demise days ago. Your steps and strides fight with the air instead of working with it, the ice-cold air entering and exiting the burn of your throat at an unusual pace.

"Hey. Where are you going?" His voice is low, predatory, awfully close. Your lungs clench for any source of oxygen, and your physical incompetence – if it wasn't before – finally catches up to you now.

Your hair sticks to the sweaty mess that is your forehead, strands slapping against your stinging face, chest crying as it rises and falls. Knees cracking as they bend, every inch of you pulsating along with your feverous heartbeat.

You have no clue where Gojo is, and a string of spit escapes your lips as you pant like a dog, weakly wiping off the filth.

"Come on now. We were just getting started on the fun."

"You sick freak, none of this is fucking fun, you–"

You hiss, teeth clenching together.

You feel a tug at your lower half, and then it only grows harsher from there on out.

"Hey, you–" You huff, voice cracking when you lose your balance.

He's underneath you, twisting and turning your ankles. It's impossible to stand still, each twist and turn more violent than the last.

You shriek.

Maybe, maybe that was the most blood curdling scream of your life as his fingers clasp around your bones, twisting and turning them like some sort of bop-it toy. Relentless as he lets out a psychotic laugh.

"What's wrong, huh? You were so confident earlier, weren't you?" Another yank, one that throws you off your feet and knocks the air out of you. If you ever had any to begin with.

Then you fall back, keeling over on the rooftop, curling in on yourself as the pain continues. The adrenaline wears off as your shoulders thud against the floor.

"P-please.." You gasp, feeling a force tighten around your skin. He crouches before you, lightly turning your jaw as he examines the sheer agony he's caused.

You're weaker than he's remembered.

"Don't worry, they'll work just fine– your feet and legs, I mean."

"That's not what I–"

You let out another airy gasp, tears welling in your eye sockets. It hurts. You cry like a baby waiting on it's mother.

"Ah, ah!" You roll around on the ground, bringing your knees up to your chest. "S-satoru, I'm sorry. I lost, I– Fuck!"

He slides his glasses back on with a tut, frowning at the sight. He almost feels sorry for you. Then he remembers that you've brought this upon yourself. Poor you. Boo hoo. Cry him a river.

"That's right." He hums along to your cries, poking a finger into the heart of your forehead with each word. "You lost, which means..."

You feel the inside of your brain crack, it's so terrifying that you cry out, you wail out the answer.

"Fuck, fuck, the wishes!" You roll around, rock around the ground as if you're being sung a lullaby. "I'll do anything, so just– shit, just..."

He wastes no time, straightening his back as he gets up. You look more pathetic from a broader point of view, he decides.

"Alright." He sighs, as if winning was some sort of chore for him.

He'll try his best to be gentle with you from now on.

You're so weak.

"Number one, you'll show me around here. I gave up my vacation days to be here for one week, work free. Don't waste my precious time, got it?"

"Wait, but I don't have the money for that. No! I can't, I–"

He presses the toe of his shoe against your forehead and you sputter into another gasp, breath hitching as your eyes roll back.

"I'll wire you the reimbursement."

You brain, if you even had one to begin with because what idiot would willingly lose to Gojo Satoru, has completely shattered into a million pieces.

"O-okay.." Your voice breaks as you hold your knees tighter. "Satoru!"

Hm. You only want to say his name when you're crumbling beneath his feet. How funny.

"Two, you'll provide me with housing."

"No. I refuse–"

You gasp like a fish out of water.

"O-okay! Fuck, shit, fine! Fine! I will! Live with me, please!" You can't believe the sheer amount of nonsense that just pours out of you.

"Good."

He doesn't mention the third wish. However, you don't have the brain capacity for it to hold any significance as you rock and roll against the ground, choking on your own spit as you holler like the cat from Tom and Jerry.

"Satoru," You whine, a pitiful one that rings and disperses into the air. "S-satoru."

"What?"

"It hurts."

You turn over, and he's almost jilted. The sight of your tears is something he doesn't expect as they stain your cheeks, hot and thick as they land.

For a moment, the word "sorry" ghosts over his lips. He refrains, the words "I hate you," tickling the rims of his eardrums.

Instead, he goes down to you, raising up a finger as you scramble across the ground in fear. You scoot back with your legs, kicking against the ground like a helpless puppy.

"N-no, Satoru, I said, I said... I.. sorry–"

He flicks his nails against the heart of your forehead.

"Calm down. You'll be fine."

The last thing you see as your eyes slowly blink is the image of Gojo Satoru towering over you, removing his jacket. You think about tripping him, but your body fails you. As it always has.

"I hate you." You croak as possibly your last words escape your lips.

Then you knock out, cold as you lie against the ground.

...

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cosmereplay · 3 months

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Day 11: Alternate timeline

Rated Teen, what’s more gay, a slash pairing or whatever these three have going on? Ialai/Raboniel/Navani, Rhythm of War spoilers

Ialai was slumped in her chair, half-drunk, when Raboniel arrived. The Fused scholar had to duck to enter the room, making her look ridiculous. Ialai revelled in the sight.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Ialai asked. She had been expecting this visit. Had planned for it, even. She waited for the words she’d been longing to hear.

“Your death,” Raboniel said, her voice smooth and melodic. “I can hardly believe you are Ialai Sadeas, who so nearly brought me to failure. I would have expected someone stronger.”

Ialai looked up blearily, feeling utterly numb. “I can hardly believe it myself, to be honest,” she said, and took a long draught of her favourite violet. She had to admit she was exhausted. Since Torol died, she was always exhausted. Lucky for her it didn’t take strength to do what she’d done. All it took was rage. She no longer had a desire to rule; just a desire to ruin.

She had put all the remaining resources of the Sons of Honor into spying on Navani, and for that she had been rewarded richly. As usual, Navani had gotten herself connected to people way above her station, and had flubbed the follow-through. As usual, it was up to Ialai to do the dirty work.

Raboniel knelt on the ground, humming to herself, then pulled out a cloth-wrapped item, laying it on the floor in front of Ialai. “I’m sure you know what this is,” she said in a smug tone, and flipped open the cloth to reveal a Raysium dagger, empty of Voidlight. “Navani attempted to kill me with it, but she lacked the passion to follow through. I do believe she grew overly fond of me in our time working together.” She looked up, examining Ialai with deep red eyes. “Humans come in near-infinite variety. I do believe I will never meet Navani’s like again. I must admit, I was impressed by the secret code you two devised. Tell me, how did you create it? Even my best code-crackers were unable to decipher it.”

“You’re about to kill me anyway,” Ialai drawled. “Why should I care to tell you?”

Raboniel’s eyes flashed dangerously. “I will kill you either way, but you will have a choice in how you die. So be careful how you respond, human.”

That sent a shiver down Ialai’s spine. Storms, someone who could make her feel something. That was novel. “The code was based on our experiences as youths, creating passcodes for our spanreeds during the Unification. It was completely personal, relying on shared memories. Nothing complicated. Just impossible to understand if you weren’t there. You’re not the first spy that we’ve defeated, although it looks like you were our last. I assume she’s dead?”

“Yes.” Raboniel hummed something similar to a dramatic sting from a musical play.

“May I see the knife? It would’ve been the last thing she touched.”

Raboniel nodded, still humming. “As I suspected. I will grant you this last request. But know, if you try to kill me, I will tear you apart axon by axon.”

Ialai agreed, leaning forward to pick up the knife she’d heard so much, and yet so little, about. As she made a show of examining it, her heart started to beat vigorously, and her head started to swim. She worried she’d had too much to drink to follow through precisely. But then again, what did she have left to lose? There was no pain greater than losing Torol.

“I think, in another world, at another time, we could have been amazing allies,” Ialai said, turning the knife over in her hands gingerly. “You have done me a great favour by killing Navani. After all she and I have been through, I think I would’ve failed to kill her just as I knew she’d fail to kill you. I was always more effective at setting up someone’s death than doing it myself. But as Torol would say, practice makes the killing easier.”

She met Raboniel’s eyes then, holding her gaze as she counted the heartbeats to summon her husband’s Blade in her safehand. With a smooth strike that Torol would’ve been proud of, she sliced through the Fused’s neck, dismissed the Blade, then used her freehand to stab her through the eye with the Raysium dagger, humming the song her spy had taught her perfectly, note for note. She had always been a better singer than Navani.

Raboniel’s dead eyes turned from black to white as the black smoke that had started rising from her eyes slowed, then hung in the air. Ialai hummed louder, and the smoke moved, drifting slowly along the length of the dagger.

Too slowly.

Should Raboniel make it back to Braize, she would stop at nothing to destroy Ialai when she returned. The contest awakened something in Ialai, and she sang openly, with more volume, and the smoke sped up, swirling into the gem.

Ialai pushed harder, finding more air in the depths of her diaphragm. She didn’t dare take a new breath. Finally, just as her lungs felt like they were going to collapse, the last of the smoke was sucked into the gem.

She fell to her knees, gasping, grasping the dagger in both hands. She turned the dagger to hold it hilt up and stared at the gem incredulously.

It glowed.

Her victory was complete. She’d gotten her revenge on Navani for allowing her son to go free after killing Torol, for wasting Gavilar’s time and energy all that time ago, for marrying Dalinar, for being happy, oh, for everything that had made Ialai’s blood curdle through the years.

And she’d gotten her revenge on the woman who’d made Navani think she was worth something. Ialai had no doubt that the discovery had been Raboniel’s, and now she would take it as her own. Her spies had already been sent to steal that precious book while Raboniel was here, lording over Ialai as she knew she would if she got the opportunity. After all, that’s what Ialai would have done.

Still, Ialai found herself feeling jealous as she looked down at the body of the Fused. She knelt, then kissed her cheek. “Something you couldn’t have done, Navani,” she whispered. “I get to have her, and I get to take her away from you.”

Shakily, she stood. She brought the hilt of the knife up to her face, watching the light inside flash angrily.

She smiled, tears in her eyes. “See? I’m worthy, too,” she said.

#minifemslashfeb2024 #cosmere femslash february #ialai/navani #ialai/raboniel #not really sure what this is tbh #ialai/raboniel/navani #ialai sadeas #raboniel stormlight #rhythm of war #row spoilers #stormlight fanfic #my fic

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wedielikemen · 5 months

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Cursed prince WIP where Kandrew are stupid in love but can’t be together unless *clenches fist* there’s a red headed djinn who could help them out?

Another body dropped next to them on the marble slab. He knew it was Aaron right away both from the smell of sweet hay and the fact that he was the only one other than his father Andrew would let get this close to Kevin unannounced.

Kevin lifted his head

“OH the high scholar and beast master graces us with his presence Andrew-tiLuna. Should we bow?”

Andrew snorted and a soft voice rang out in Kevin’s head.

“TiLuna ? Could you be any more lovesick?” Kevin snorted at Aaron’s intrusion and responded in kind

“Jealous? And which of your animals are you channeling now?”

“Dolphin. Have you told him he’s the reason you keep denying these perfectly good suitors ?”

“He isn’t,” Kevin stuttered telepathically.

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David Wymack Day Sai was waiting by the arch windows which now had the telltale flow of a force field between the inside and outside.

Andrew sank to his knees in respect, to only the wardmaster would a Kiefa bow, but Kevin just crossed the floor to a gurgling fountain and splashed water on his face ruining the kohl Allison had applied so beautifully.

“Kiefa. Will you give me a minute with my son.”

Andrew rose to his feet but didn’t budge and Wymack laughed at the borderline insolence.

“You think you can protect against a ward ?”

Kevin groaned

“Can we not-”

But his father was already moving.

Faster than he could comprehend his father was at his side, a dagger poised at his sons spleen. Andrew was still halfway across the room. He hadn’t even attempted to beat Wymack there but between Kevin and his father was a a cool curtain of air. The force of a Hurricane danced in the small space between them. It would take great strength to break through it. More than even a ward master had.

“Good strategy.” Wymack congratulated Andrew who released the column of wind with a sigh. Wymack crossed the room caught Andrew and bore him up in his arms as he stumbled.

“Good Strategy only if you can sustain it Andrew Doe-Sai.” Wymack chided. He laid the now sleeping Andrew in one of the alcoves.

There was only one person Andrew would sleep near and it was Wymack, his sponsor and patron. Only he could Andrew trust to protect Kevin with his life. This little game of theirs was only a bonus.

Kevin joined his father at an opposing window leaning into his side.

“ Stop trying to stab me,” he joked. His father didn’t take the bait.

“Kevin.”

“Dad.”

“Time is short.”

Kevin touched the death mark on his face

“I know” he whispered.

“You must choose someone.”

“No one can fix this.” Kevin said hollowly

“You will never find a suitable Dona if you are looking for Andrew in all of them.” His father said gently, softly.

“I’m not! Andrew wouldn’t anyway. He’s going to take his vows soon” Kevin tried not to sound too heartsick about it.

“A man will find many lovers in his life. Fewer Dona but still more than one.”

“Andrew is not my lover and I don’t want any Dona.” Kevin snapped. He regretted it immediately as his fathers face fell and he said

“Are you so eager to follow you mother to the great river?”

“Dad no… I just- what if Andrew is the one from the prophecy?”

Desperation shall join them and they shall eat up each others death into nothing. The prince-warder must find his Dona.

He looked over to the sleeping blonde in the alcove. Kevin had never made a secret of how he felt about Andrew. Granted he didn’t shout it from the rooftops but the ones who knew them, Aaron and Wymack and Allison could see it clear as day.

How could he pick someone knowing that he could never truly give himself to them? Wouldn’t that make them not a real Dona in the first place?

He touched the number on his face. It thrummed with malevolent energy. His father sighed.

“Ask him then. But remember. Time runs short.”

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 10 months

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Magic Inspiration Tag

I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad, thanks Elli 💜

Gonna leave as an Open Tag, have at it, friends!

Rules—share the inspiration/s for the magic system in your WIP

Oh lord.

For inspiration... I'm a lifelong fantasy reader and fantasy rpg player, so it's a little hard to single out.

I can credit the Zodiac Academy books for the way my elemental magic usage has expanded, and Brandon Sanderson for his lovely rules of magic and my desire to attempt a hard magic system (at which I only partially succeeded).

There are two magic systems in the Shattered Series world (which includes Hidden Depths, my tumblr whump story)

Elemental and a separate, structured magic system.

Elemental

This is used as more of an ability inherent to each race based on which elemental god parented which species. Which I, for a long time, declined to think of as magic, but while it may be normal for each respective species... it's totally magic 😅

This is my soft magic system. There are *some* rules, but not many, and they are fairly malleable, which suits me for this particular world.

I can't really point to a specific thing that inspired the creation of this system. I think I just don't see a lot of elemental magic outside of weather magic, and I wanted to play with that. The books I mentioned above were helpful in the ways that I could have the elements used.

Elements used are: air, water, fire, earth, and aether

Magic

This was my attempted hard magic system. Users are mages, and manifest their magic somewhere between adolescence and early adulthood.

As for what's included... I kinda took a mix of things I like, healing magic, mind magic like telekinesis, protective magic, and just built a class for each thing and gave it rules. I've been told it's very reminiscent of rpg video game magic, which uh, *looks at my two vague inspiration claims above*, yeah, sounds about right lol.

Anyways, I would say it ended up as more of a medium magic system, if that's even a thing lol. There are... interpretations of the magic rules that aren't explicitly written, which I do follow, but aren't. Written. So, uh. Yeah.

I do try to update them if they change XD

The system is under the cut, in case anyone is curious... it's super long, fair warning lol

Magic/Mages

Magic comes from an internal Source. A person becomes a mage by Manifesting, which is when the Source becomes available for use. The Source is akin to a pool of power/magic that matures over the course of a few years after Manifestation. Humans, Seraph and Fae can Manifest magic.

Magic is usually genetic, but can appear spontaneously or be granted by Reyanel, the god of magic. Magic is separated into classes. Classes are separated into levels, depending upon the amount of power available and achievable abilities. Higher-level abilities use more power than lower-level abilities.

A mage may choose to train or apprentice with another trained mage or may attend a school of magic. There are no more schools in the human realm.

Manifestation of Magic

Magic commonly Manifests in early adulthood, but rare cases of Manifestation in adolescence or middle age have occurred.

Manifestation causes a glowing ring to form around the iris of the eyes, which can last for up to two days. The color of the glow indicates class.

After Manifestation, a mage's eyes will glow when using their magic. The strength of the glow is dependent on how much magic is being used. A low-level ability uses very little magic, and the glow would be mostly undetectable. A high-level ability will produce a glow strong enough to light up a room.

Magical classes

Abilities within class vary depending on strength of Source. Rarely does someone have access to more than one class.

Level 1 and 2 mages are largely self-taught. A higher-level mage will need guidance to learn how to use high-level abilities effectively and safely.

Level 3 mages have Sight

There are varying strengths within each class. A mage could be classified as a weak level 2 Architect. This mage would have access to level 2 abilities, but wouldn’t have the stamina (amount of magic) available that a strong level 2 architect would have.

Mages with Sight can See a glow or aura indicating class around other mages. With more concentration and direct contact, a mage with Sight can determine a mage’s level as well.

Any level mage can channel magic to others of the same class to augment another mage’s strength, although the other mage cannot access abilities they do not normally have access to. This is easier within the same class, or between certain classes.

A mage with multiple classes will have a layered glow/aura. Each class will have separate Sources and levels.

Ex. An Empath Healer can have level 5 healing abilities with level 3 empath abilities

Healer – green aura/glow

Level 1 – affinity to plants, ability to infuse a small amount of magic into specific plants (unlike human ability growth, which has an area effect), helping them grow faster and be more effective, heals self of minor illness or wounds faster than normal

Level 2 – ability to infuse remedies with power, making them more effective (healing brews)

Level 3 – ability to See and heal minor ailments, gain magical Sight

Level 4 – ability to heal self of moderate illness or wounds, ability to heal more complex wounds or illness of others

Level 5 – ability to heal major wounds/illness, even fatal ones if caught quickly, ability to harm others with healing magic

*Healers have innate desire to practice their craft, can sense when someone in their proximity needs healing

*self-healing can occur without the healer actively directing it or with active direction if trained.

Empath – yellow aura/glow

Level 1 – ability to sense surface emotions of others

Level 2 – ability to sense deeper emotions of others with physical contact

Level 3 – ability to transmit/affect emotions of a small number of people, ability to sense deeper emotions without physical contact, gain magical Sight

Level 4 – ability to distinguish truth from lie, ability to transmit emotions/affect emotions is stronger and can affect more people

Level 5 – ability to see memories and heal emotional trauma, ability of compulsion

*Empaths abilities often activate (link to the Source) without conscious effort. High emotions in an empath activate a link to the Source automatically. Empaths especially need extra training to control this response.

*Even without accessing their Source, Empaths are more sensitive to the emotions of those around them.

*Level 5 empaths feel compelled to work in a healing capacity, similar to the Healer compulsion to heal.

Architect – orange aura/glow

Level 1 – ability to infuse normal items with magic, making them stronger

Level 2 – ability to manifest small items from magic, like cups, utensils, bricks

Level 3 – ability to manifest larger items from magic, like pipes, clothing. Ability to infuse items with magic (normal items or magical items) to give them a specific function, ex. Globes that glow with light, a series of pipes that run hot or cold water, items that can retain heat or cold, communication items. Gain magical Sight

Level 4 – ability to manifest larger items from magic, like furniture

Level 5 – ability to manifest larger items from magic, like buildings or bridges

*Items manifested magically are stronger and shimmer

Artificer – red aura/glow

Level 1 – ability to create reservoirs for magic, ability to channel Level 1 abilities into an artifact

Level 2 – ability to channel Level 2 abilities into an artifact

Level 3 – ability to channel Level 3 abilities into an artifact, gain magical Sight

Level 4 – ability to channel Level 4 abilities into an artifact

Level 5 – ability to channel Level 5 abilities into an artifact

*Artifacts are magically created by the Artificer, can take any shape or size, and can be used by anyone

*Reservoirs can be filled with energy from a mage’s Source to be used for later. The higher the level of Artificer, the stronger the reservoir.

*Architects' magic cannot be channeled into an artifact

Kinetic – purple aura/glow

Level 1 – ability to levitate small objects with magic

Level 2 – ability to teleport small objects with magic

Level 3 – ability to levitate larger items or people with magic, gain magical Sight

Level 4 – ability to teleport larger items with magic

Level 5 – ability to teleport self, distance related to strength of Source

*Levitation of items related to Source strength, the higher the level the heavier the object the mage is able to lift, the higher the level the longer the mage can lift something (depending on weight)

*Teleportation distance of objects related to Source strength, the higher the level, the farther the mage is able to teleport the item.

*A Kinetic cannot teleport live cargo. A Kinetic cannot teleport other people or animals. However, an Artificer can make an artifact with Kinetic power that can teleport live cargo.

Guardian – blue aura/glow

Level 1 – ability to increase strength and endurance

Level 2 – ability to heighten natural senses, sight, hearing, etc.

Level 3 – ability to increase natural healing speed, gain magical Sight

Level 4 – ability to create a magical shield to protect self/small group from harm

Level 5 – ability to create a larger magical shield to protect self and/or others from harm

*Guardians have a strong sense of right and wrong. They have a natural inclination to protect and can sense when protection is needed.

Magical Replenishment or Suppression

Replenishment – Time will replenish, although less time is needed if the mage is well fed/well rested. Exposure to a race’s natural element will speed replenishment (humans-earth, seraph-air/wind, fae-magic). Can also use shibella, an herb ground then mixed in any liquid for replenishment. No specific taste but does cause a tingling sensation on the tongue.

Suppression of aura – Something to suppress aura/eyes lighting up but still able to use abilities. Orbenith, a mushroom found in underground cave regions, ground into a powder and mixed in liquid or chewed whole. Side effects include nausea, brain fog, mood swings, some users may experience some difficulty using abilities. Side effects decrease with repeated use.

Suppression of abilities – Something to suppress abilities altogether. Canthite, a mineral recently discovered in the mountains of southern Elysia. Can be used in a variety of ways.

Permanent suppression of abilities – appeal to Reyanel, god of magic, to pass judgement upon misuse.

Cost of using magic

Using too much power (all at once or over a long period of time) causes fatigue, headaches, nausea, fainting

Using all the magic in the Source leaves the mage drained. Trained mages will stop using magic right before this happens, as draining the Source can cause extreme weakness and can sometimes lead to extended periods of unconsciousness.

Mages can train to continue functioning after draining their Source, but only the Guardian class have been very effective at managing it.

#starlit plays tag games #magic inspiration tag #magic #my magic #fantasy writing #writeblr #might just link this in my wip intro lol

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minlout3heathlegs3ruffthrokfan · 3 months

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Hello, everyone! Today, I've decided to make a poll due to it being the Year of the Dragon, AAAAND it'll also be Hiccup's Birthday. It's fate, so I'm determined to get a bunch of HTTYD fanfics done, mostly one-shots and stuff. However, this poll is to determine what multi-chapter, full-length story ideas to go with, because I can't decide. So I would appreciate some help, my dear followers! 😉🙏🏻

There are several ideas I'd like to work on, however, I'm struggling to choose which one to start on first. Granted, I have a feeling I know what you guys want me to work on first, but I still wanted to ask anyways. 😏

So before you vote, I'd like to list down the options below and a little summary as to what each choice will be about.

The poll will end on 11pm CST, March 29th, Hiccup's birthday.

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Spilt Milk (A Minlout Story)

[Minlout and Heathlegs, with mention of Hiccstrid]

(Modern AU) A current WIP where Snotlout and Fishlegs take their girlfriends to an ice cream joint for a double date to have Shamrock Shakes for St. Patrick’s Day. But Snotlout forgets that Minden’s lactose intolerant and allergic to milk products, leaving her upset and she leaves, leaving Snotlout lost and guilty — and knowing that there’s a rift in their relationship because of his idiocy and inconsideration.

Can Snotlout pick up the pieces and make it up to Minden for his mistake? Or is this the beginning of the end of the only romantic relationship he’s ever had?

College Years (A Heathlegs Story)

(Modern/College AU) This story follows Fishlegs and Snotlout as they deal with college drama, stressful curriculum, tough professors, problematic peers, learning to “adult”, dorm drama, young adult antics, and even love. All’s fair in love and college. The following four years will test the strength and durability of their friendship — especially when a certain raven-haired vixen enters their lives.

The Impossible Quest (A Heathlegs Story)

When Thorvald (OC), Dagur and Heather’s cousin, requests Fishlegs’ audience on Berserk, he and Snotlout decide to go fly over there. However, the welcome is hardly friendly. It’s discovered that Thorvald found the love letters and poems between Fishlegs and Heather, and that according to Viking law, the punishment for tainting a chieftain’s female relative through love letters and poems is death.

However, since someone came and told him about the records proving that Fishlegs is a distant relative of the Berserker Royal Family, he will be exempt from this fate and will instead be forced to participate in an Impossible Quest in order to win Heather’s hand in marriage. Should he fail, not only will he not get Heather’s hand but his life will also be forfeit. The Quest? Fishlegs has to hunt down a dragon that’s been terrorizing the Forest Interior of Berserk and has been preventing the Berserkers from being able to get access to the area where the Berserk bees live to acquire their honey. Kill it and give Thorvald its head.

Will Fishlegs and Snotlout be able to complete the Quest and defeat the dragon? Or will they fail and lose their lives or their honor?

Tradition or Bust (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

Snotlout and his family is off to the Althing to find a bride for Snotlout. While he’s there, he surprisingly meets up with Minden and the other Wingmaidens. When he asks her why they’re here at the Althing, she replies that Freya has released them from her service by sending the Razorwhips away, thus freeing them from their vows. While several went back home, most have felt unwilling to leave their fellow sisters-in-arms and Atali decided to establish the Wingmaidens as an official Viking Tribe and now rules them as their Chieftess, with Minden as her Heir. As a consequence, the Wingmaidens are now searching for men amongst their allies and Atali’s own clan for potential husbands. The catch? Those men have to cut all ties with their former community and join the Wingmaidens at theirs. It’s not strictly a matriarchal society, but neither is it patriarchal.

Of course, Minden wishes for Snotlout to be her groom, and formally asks him to marry her. While Snotlout is both shocked, surprised, and ecstatic, he’s also hesitant and afraid because he knows that his father would be against this match, being a fierce and stubborn traditionalist to the Old Ways.

And he’s right. When Spitelout finds out, he’s furious. With Snotlout being his only male heir, Spitelout wants and expects Snotlout to remain on Berk with their family clan, so that he can inherit the mantle once Spitelout either steps down or dies. Thus he demands that either Minden join HIS clan or she can find someone else.

Can Snotlout and Minden overcome Spitelout’s chauvinistic thinking? Will they be able to be together? Or will they have to part their separate ways and marry someone else?

Snotlout’s Impossible Quest (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

An alternative story to “Tradition or Bust” where instead of Minden asking for Snotlout’s hand, Snotlout asks for Minden’s hand. This time, instead of the Wingmaidens, it’s just Minden with her maternal family — Atali and her family, with her (Atali’s) brother at the forefront as Chief of their Tribe. Not very impressed with Snotlout, and with other men competing for the hands of Minden and Linden, Atali’s brother offers Snotlout an ultimatum: either he completes an Impossible Quest of his (the Chief’s) choosing, or he relinquishes his chance of winning Minden’s hand.

Stormy Weather (A Minlout Story)

Snotlout flies to Wingmaiden Island, tasked to deliver a message to Atali, when a fierce thunderstorm hits him when he’s three-fourths of the way there. Will he survive? Or will history and deja vu repeat itself?

Saga of Snotlout the Strong (A Minlout Story)

(Saga AU) A story that has Snotlout running into a snowstorm. Seeking shelter, Snotlout, a warrior, asks the owner of the house — Johann — for his hospitality. When Johann leaves for a journey, he tasks Snotlout with the duty of protecting his family and property from raiders. When raiders come to barge in on the peaceful estate, it’s up to Snotlout to save the day. Can he defeat them and win both honor and renown? Or will he fail and be under their mercy?

Saga of Fishlegs the Bonecrushingly Strong (A Heathlegs Story)

Basically like the story above, but with Fishlegs, Heather, Berserker raiders, and him acting his alternate persona: Thor Bonecrusher.

Snotlout the Weapon-Tester (A Minlout Story)

(Saga AU) A story where Snotlout is Gobber’s Weapons Tester in his village, and Trader Johann arrives so Gobber sends Snotlout to get his usual scrap metal and other items. He then meets Johann’s daughters and falls in love with Minden, his eldest daughter. Can a humble Weapon Tester like him woo a Merchant’s Daughter? Can he get her to look his way? Or is he to be forever doomed to be a laughingstock for being the only single youth in his village?

Snotlout the Goldsmith (A Minlout Story)

(Saga AU) A story where Snotlout and his brothers Throk and Fishlegs are out hunting and run into a group of Valkryies bathing. As they watch, they see some ne’er-do-wells trying to take advantage of them and corner them, so they decide to come to their rescue. Afterwards, the Valkryies introduce themselves as Heather, Minden, and Ruffnut. They then offer themselves to the men, each of them choosing the man they wish to marry. But they warn that they’ll be off to join in Odin’s wars after a long hiatus. So for several years they end up happy living together and even starting to have children of their own. But eventually they disappear as promised. Saddened, Throk and Fishlegs abandon their homes as they go on a journey to find their wives again, leaving Snotlout, and their children, to remain behind, Snotlout having faith that his wife will return one day, and thus continues life as usual.

However, Mala, Queen of the region where they live, hears of them and how Snotlout is a legendary goldsmith and warrior, and with a prophecy which foretells of this, Mala sends soldiers to take them and tries to pressure Snotlout to marry her. But Snotlout’s heart is still set for his absent wife.

Will Snotlout be able to get out and escape? Will the wives of Snotlout and his brothers ever return?

A Warrior, A Dragon, and the Princess Trapped in the Tower (A Ruffthrok Story)

(Saga/Fairytale AU) Ruffnut entered a tower to search for some goodies and find her brother, but she ends up trapped in the tower. Turns out it’s a trap made by a dragon and it imprisons her in the tower. So Ruffnut, absolutely bored out of her mind, just looks on in annoyance as warriors from all over the Viking world try to slay the dragon, only to be defeated. But hark! A warrior comes. Who is he? His name is Throk. Will he succeed in defeating the dragon and freeing Ruffnut from her prison of eternal boredom?

Switching Places (A Minlout Story)

(Arranged Marriage AU)

When Spitelout takes Snotlout to the Althing in search for a bride to carry on the Jorgenson name, he (Snotlout) certainly wasn’t expecting to see Minden of all people — not only without any Wingmaidens around, but also with her twin sister, Linden (OFC), Atali and her family. And he DEFINITELY wasn’t expecting that Minden and Linden were Atali’s biological daughters and Atali’s brother’s foster daughters. When Snotlout asks if her family’s looking for a husband for her and Linden, and their foster father cuts in and explains that yes, they are — that is to say that LINDEN is, and that Minden actually already has a young man whom he plans on marrying her to, much to Snotlout’s shock and Minden’s chagrin.

As if to make matters worse, Snotlout runs into the guy, and instead of apologizing, the man demands Snotlout to apologize, riling the latter up. If that doesn’t stoke the fire for conflict, the Twins decide to honor Loki by contributing to the conversation and managing to put a speechless Snotlout into an even deeper hole by declaring a duel between Snotlout and Minden’s almost-fiance: the winner gets to marry Minden. At the same time, Linden begins to form a plan to get Minden and Snotlout together — one that will be incredibly risky and could involve either much dishonor or even Snotlout’s death.

Can Snotlout survive the duel and defeat his love rival for Minden’s hand? Or will he fail and lose honor and face — and possibly his life? And what is Linden scheming with that brain of hers?

Case of the Missing Razorwhips (A HTTYD Short-story with Minlout)

When the Gang gets a message from Atali informing them of missing Razorwhips, they go to Wingmaiden Island to help them solve the mystery. Can they figure it out before the Razorwhips are once again on the verge of endangerment? And how will Snotlout ever find the time amongst the chaos to play footsie with Minden?

Atali Gets Amnesia (A HTTYD Short-story with Minlout)

After suffering an accident, Atali has lost all memory of being a Wingmaiden — and is even scared of dragons like a normal Viking. Not knowing what to do, the Wingmaidens seek the aid of the Riders. When nothing seems to work, Hiccup comes up with the idea to use hypnotism to try to awaken her memories, and asks Snotlout to work his magic!

Will Snotlout succeed in his task? Will Atali be able to recover her memories and her old self back? Or will Snotlout blunder it up as usual?

We Weren’t Meant to Be (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Short-story)

Since DreamWorks/Netflix failed to show or explain in the final episode of the RTTE series how the SnotRuffLegs love triangle came to be and just let the Heathlegs, Ruffthrok, and Minlout pairings fade away without any logical explanation or natural progression, this story will have each pairing resolve this, and have it show how Snotlout and Fishlegs ended up competing for Ruffnut’s hand.

Life At Caldera Cay (A Ruffthrok Story)

[Ruffnut x Throk, Tuffnut x OFC]

What if Ruffnut had accepted Throk’s proposal during “Snuffnut”? However, she only accepts if Throk allows Tuffnut to come with them, convincing him that having Tuffnut around would be beneficial for domestic duties. After the nice foot massages, Throk can’t help but agree. So Tuffnut goes with Ruffnut and Throk back to Caldera Cay, where Ruffnut becomes Throk’s wife. This story follows them as they live their new life, and there also seems to be a local Defender who appears to find Tuffnut’s personality endearing.

The Three Musketeers (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

Snotlout, Throk, and Fishlegs are part of the King’s Companions of the Wilderwest, and start getting involved in a conspiracy that schemes to dethrone King Hiccup the Third. Can they be able to stop the plot and protect the King? Will they also find love along the way?

WW1/WW2 AU (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

An AU about our favorite characters in a World War era universe. Whether as soldiers, civilians, Resistance, spies, or something else.

Beauty and the Beast AU (A Minlout Story)

A story for which Snotlout stars as the Beast, and Minden as Belle’s roll. Minden has been sheltered in her hometown her whole life, but she has always been fascinated in the tales of dragons and dragon riders. But when her parents disappear while on a journey, Minden decides to leave the safety of her home to go search for them, until she comes to a place both feared and the source of legends: Breakneck Bog, a realm where a famous ruler had once lived before darkness descended and cursed the place, and no one who lived there was ever heard from again, and the place was separated from where Minden had lived years ago. There are rumors of a monster that lurks in the Bog, snatching passing travelers to devour once he returns to his den. Nevertheless, Minden goes in, knowing that her parents must be here after a friend spotted them enter here.

When she enters the abandoned castle, she calls for anyone to answer her, only to run into the Monster of Breakneck Bog: A humagon. Half man, half dragon. She bargains with the creature to let her parents go in exchange for her to remain. But it’s so difficult when the occupant is so... monstrous.

Can Snotlout be able to become a human again? Can he get her to fall in love with him long enough for the curse to be lifted? Or is he doomed forever to be in this hideous form of a humagon?

Quest for Camelot AU (A Minlout Story)

A story where Minden roles as Kayley the spunky daughter of a knight and Snotlout stars as the blind hermit Garrett in a Quest for Camelot AU. When Dagur the Deranged wishes to claim the Dragon Eye and become King of the Archipelago, can Minden and Snotlout stop him?

My Jolly Sailor Bold (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

(Siren/Mermaid AU)

Snotlout, Fishlegs and Throk join the crew of a ship on a journey when they’re beset by sirens/mermaids. But they end up getting captured and imprisoned. As the crew ends up being cruel towards them, Fishlegs stands up and protests against it and saying that they’re not evil creatures. While less sure, and hesitant, Throk and Snotlout join him in his protest. And they quickly help them escape. As a result of this, they end up getting up in a boat and marooned and left stranded on the ocean. As the three argue about whether freeing the creatures was the right decision or not, said creatures meet them from the ocean.

What will they do? Will Fishlegs, Throk, and Snotlout meet a grisly fate at the bottom of the ocean?

A Mermaid’s Call (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

(Siren/Mermaid AU)

The male HTTYD cast get turned into mermen as a curse, and they can never hope to return back to their human forms unless they manage to lure a female in with their mersong that only they can sing.

As months turn into years which turn into decades, the men learn to learn and polish their songs and many attempts have been made with varying results. One by one, each of the men were able to return back to being humans again. Except for one.

Snotlout can only look on as his friends are able to go back to their normal lives and pretend that the curse was behind them, while he is left behind, the only one who has yet to lure anyone in with his mersong. He had a few bites, but none of it was enough to end his curse. Will Snotlout ever be able to find someone who will respond to his song? Or is Snotlout doomed to remain a merman... forever?

Prince & the Pauperess (A Ruffthrok Story)

The Twins are the Twins, but what if they had been separated since birth, and Ruffnut was given to a poor family, while Tuffnut is the eldest in the Royal Family? What would happen if Tuffnut was bored with his life and wanted some stimulation, only to run into someone who vaguely looks like him, but a girl? And what if he had a schemish scheme that had them switch positions for a few days? And said woman fell in love with his hunky hunk bodyguard Sir Throk? Surely, nothing BAD can happen... right?

The Quest for Camelot (A Heathlegs Story)

Basically, similar to the Minlout version, but with Heathlegs.

Robin Hood AU (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

Our dastardly trio will be playing the roles of our favorite characters in Disney's Robin Hood. Will they be able to win the hands of our favorite certain maidens?

Emperor's New Groove AU (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

Where Snotlout's the Emperor/King, but is blind when an enemy from within turns him into a dragon or a sheep or a boar (you guys decide). He then gets the help of a village chief (Fishlegs) to help him find the cure to bring him back to being a human. He also does a little soul-searching along the way.

Selkie AU (A Minlout/Heathlegs/Ruffthrok Story)

What happens when Snotlout, Fishlegs, and Throk find a group of Selkies? Obviously, they ask them to marry them! But will they accept? Or will they abandon them, leaving the with broken hearts?

Mulan AU (A Ruffthrok Story)

When her homeland gets invaded, Ruffnut decides to disguise herself as a man and join the Defenders, where her unit gets trained for the front lines. They’re being trained by Throk, Commander of the unit, whom isn’t bad to look at. However, her tendency for causing trouble, despite her excellent performances as a trainee, causes her to almost get kicked out of camp — that is... if the war didn’t decide to come to them at that moment. Between fighting the enemy and trying to keep the others in her unit from discovering her true identity. Will she survive? Will they find out her secret? Can they defeat the enemy?

Snotlout’s A Daddy AU (A Minlout Story)

(Modern AU)

When playboy and wealthy Snotlout makes a terrible mistake, Minden has enough and leaves him. Little does he know that his life’s about to change several months later. When Snotlout find a baby on his doorstep, he finds out through a letter that it’s HIS courtesy of Minden, and that if he can prove himself to be a good father to their child, then she’ll return to him.

Not the type who’s good with babies, not even his own, he enlists the help of his buddies Throk and Fishlegs, and even Hiccup. Hilarity ensues as they learn how to raise a baby and become a new father/uncles. Will they succeed, or will it end with a loaded diaper? Will Snotlout be able to get back together with Minden, now that he realizes how precious she is to him?

Virtual Intervention (A Spitelout + Minlout Story)

(Modern AU)

When Spitelout learns that his son quit his day job in favor of playing World of Vikings all day, he decides to hire virtual assassins to kill his son’s character in order to get Snotlout back to normal life. Little does he know that there was an easier and much cheaper option.

Blog/YouTube AU (A Minlout Story)

There’s actually two different story ideas for this AU:

Story #1: Snotlout and Minden are bloggers or Youtubers who often look at each other’s blogs or vids, and can often collab with each other. They’re pretty popular and their viewers seem to enjoy a favorite pastime of shipping them and even coming up with memes.

Story #2: Snotlout has a blog/vlog/Youtube channel, and he’s a relatively famous icon online and does this when he’s not at school or in his activities. However, he’s suffering from low self-esteem and even low-key depression because of his father. When his father finds out about his low grades and that he didn’t make the football team, he’s furious and dismisses him as a failure and a worthless son. Feeling rather down about that, Snotlout decides to start another article/video. When he discovers a recent comment from what seems like a long-time subscriber, his spirits begin to lift. What’s more is that they, the subscriber, wishes to meet him in person at the park. While wary at first, Snotlout figures that he ought to thank them in person and agrees. When he goes to the park, he runs into his subscriber — a girl named Minden — and his life changes forever.

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Thank you very much for your support! I look forward to the results of your votes, and I'll let you guys know what the top 3 choices were by the end of March 29th.

Minlout! Heathlegs! Ruffthrok! Oi, Oi, Oi!

— Minlout3Heathlegs3RuffthrokFan

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