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fairydares · 1 year
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Lot of genuine criticism for the end of Fairy Tail but I thought the Kagura-Jellal storyline was really well-done and I wish we talked about it more. Kagura throwing her sword, Grudge, aside to give Jellal CPR while growling, "Come on! Live, dammit!" was *chef's kiss.*
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z3rinn · 9 months
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# #. WELCOME TO MY BLOG !!
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I write for the fandoms listed above and many more! the names zera- or zerinn [she/her] , muslim , and I'd just like to say thx for checking this out !! and I hope you all enjoy your time here … in this little fantasy of ours !
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arataka-reigen · 5 months
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Fairy Tail (2014) might have been kinda shit because of the different animation and all that but they went off with the openings istg
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therealmofamorus · 2 months
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Crossover Crack Ship: Nifa/Natifa/Lochneel/Flame Dolphin
Natsu Dragneel:
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Tifa Lockhart:
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tea-cat-arts · 1 year
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Anyone know if someone has edited Mest’s face bouncing around the screen like the Microsoft idle animation while “you ruin everything, you stupid bitch” plays in the background?
And if one of y’all decide to make it, can you please tag me
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pnk-spiderr · 2 years
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There’s like no lisvia content on this site so I had to do something about it<333 listen I just think they should have interacted more because this is like the purest sapphic ship ever<33
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yourstrulynix · 11 months
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Newly Weds | lh44
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social media!au | lewis hamilton x actress!reader | social media series
face claim; emily ratajkowski
30th June 2017
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lewishamilton it's officially a month since you became my wife. my whole world changed when you walked into it and I can't wait for all the years of happiness and forever mornings and nights with you. i love you, bear 🖤
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yourusername i've loved every second since we said 'i do' x
lewishamilton here's to many more great days my love x
cullen_angela congratulations again, gorgeous couple 🙏🏽
mercedesamgf1 hope you're enjoying the break with your new wife lewis! Silverstone next 🤜🏽
yourbrothersname parents are still recovering from the after party
yourusername they're still gonna be hungover by our one year anniversary.
fencer my sister 🖤
lewishamilton family
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yourusername home is london and my man 🌙
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lewishamilton excited for a few days with you and our babies
yourusername glad to have you all to myself
sukiwaterhouse time to spend time away from the hubby and with your girlfriends !
yourbfname suki speaks the truth, we need our girl back f1 men stole her!
yourusername i literally saw you both last week.
blakelively enjoy the newly wed bliss while it lasts 🤗
vancityreynolds love you too honey.
voguemagazine only a few days left until the july edition!!
ynfan1 are we getting another y/n vogue cover?!
fanacc2 its definitely going to be of their wedding! it was the biggest event of the year and y/n is a vogue star.
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voguemagazine a sneak peak at our upcoming july issue featuring the wedding of the year! a huge congrats to the new mr & mrs hamilton who celebrated their wedding in front of friends and family off the coast of france - stunning avignon. y/n wore a custom made chanelofficial dress along with the perfect reception gown to dance the night away. enjoy a few glimpses into the gorgeous bride and her bridesmaids on the exciting day and click the link in our bio to pre-order our july edition. photos by nathaliewhytephotography
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bellahadid stunning 🤍
chanelofficial it was an honour to be apart of the big day !
yourusername it's always special working with vogue, thank you for being there to capture these treasured moments x
voguemagazine thank you for having us!
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yourusername thank you to voguemagazine for capturing the most stunning memories from one of the greatest days of my life. a moment for the breathtaking wedding dress crafted by chanelofficial who made my dreams come true. finally, to my amazing husband lewishamilton and the rest of our lives together 🤍🤍
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yourmomsname fairy tail come true 👰🏼‍♀️
lewishamilton my gorgeous, sexy bride
voguemagazine we loved every minute of it! congratulations again x
chanelofficial a wedding dress made for a glowing bride
side note; let me know if you want to see more!
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pinkhairswagtourney · 9 months
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please give a warm welcome to the 128 contestants of the pink hair swag tourney, part three !!
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we have 57 new contenders and 71 returning competitors vying for the crown !! starting on 06/21/2023, we'll start voting to determine which of these pink haired characters is the swaggiest of all time !!
ROUND ONE MATCHUPS
PART ONE - 06/21 Iris Lovefeather - Tales of the Rays VS Lightning Farron - Final Fantasy Molli Pop - Candies n’ Curses VS Lily Tabacchi - Lily’s Well Yuyuko Saigyouji - Touhou Project VS Kasen Ibaraki - Touhou Project Madoka Kaname - Madoka Magica VS Aya Maruyama - Bang Dream! Vivian - Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door VS Anne Faulkner - Paradox Live Reona West - Prism Paradise VS Mirai Momoyama - Sparkling Prism Channel Crona - Soul Eater VS Chibiusa - Sailor Moon Satsuki Momoi - Kuroko no Basket VS Alice Asmodeus - Mairimashita! Iruma-kun
PART TWO - 06/22 Meninas McAllon - Bleach VS Neon Nostrade - Hunter x Hunter (1999) Shima Renzou - Blue Exorcist VS Szayelaporro Granz - Bleach Ln'eta - Sucker for Love: First Date VS Miyako Shikamori - Shikamori’s Not Just a Cutie Hot Pants - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure VS Yasuho Hirose - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Sheena Murphy - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles VS Scary Girl - Total Drama Cleo - Dragalia Lost VS Amy Pile - Grand Chase Mashiro Nijigaoka - Hirogaru Sky! Pretty Cure VS Nodoka Hanadera - Healin’ Good Pretty Cure Rina Tennoji - Love Live VS Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia
PART THREE - 06/23 Mizuki Akiyama - Project Sekai VS Utena Tenjou - Revolutionary Girl UtenaSakura Miku - Vocaloid VS Goku Black - Dragon BallRose Quartz - Steven Universe VS Bonnibel Bubblegum - Adventure TimeLilim - Puyo Puyo VS Harpy - Puyo PuyoUlala - Space Channel 5 VS Jerrica Benton - Jem and the HologramsKohaku Oukawa - Ensemble Stars VS Ramuda Amemura - Hypnosis Mic Sara - Tales of Link VS Meido - Heaven’s Design TeamNatsu Dragneel - Fairy Tail VS Marluxia - Kingdom Hearts
PART FOUR - 06/24 Popuri - Harvest Moon VS Lyla - Harvest Moon Ramsey Murdoch - Epithet Erased VS Yoomtah Zing - Epithet Erased Trixie Roughhouse - Epithet Erased VS Giovanni Potage - Epithet Erased  Estellise Sidos Heurassein - Tales of Vesperia VS Sophia - Stardew Valley Expanded Clover Field - Zero Escape VS Zizel - Witch’s Heart Nikki - Love Nikki VS Zero Two - Darling in the Franxx Nana Hiiragi - Munou na Nana VS Amu Hinamori - Shugo Chara! Maggie Pesky - The Buzz on Maggie VS Jinmay - Super Robot Monkey Team Hyperforce Go!
PART FIVE - 06/25 Reo Maruyama - Paradox Live VS Kazuichi Souda - Danganronpa Seraphine - League of Legends VS Violet - Arcane Jewelry Bonney - One Piece VS Koby - One Piece Perona - One Piece VS Shirahoshi - One Piece Minato Aqua - Hololive VS Himemori Luna - Hololive Mina Ashido - My Hero Academia VS Anya Forger - Spy x Family Kaoru Sakurayashiki - Sk8 the Infinity VS Nadeshiko Kagamihara - Yuru Camp Molly - Bubble Guppies VS Toadette - Mario Series PART SIX - 06/26 Hitori Gotoh - Bocchi the Rock! VS Mitsuri Kanroji - Demon Slayer Hinako Mishuku - Your Turn to Die VS Nao Egokoro - Your Turn to Die Riamu Yumemi - The iDOLM@STER Cinderella Girls VS Miyu Sakurada - Dig Delight Direct Drive DJ Sucy Manbavaran - Little Witch Academia VS Chuatury Panlunch - Gundam: The Witch from Mercury Ran - Urusei Yatsura VS Akira Kogami - Lucky Star Ilima - Pokemon VS Pastille - Starry Flowers  Kumatora - Mother 3 VS Amy Rose - Sonic the Hedgehog Setsuno - Toriko VS Genkai - YuYu Hakusho PART SEVEN - 06/27 Aubrey - OMORI VS Iris Sagan - AI: The Somnium Files Muku Sakisaka - Act! Addict! Actors! VS Tori Himemiya - Ensemble Stars Ribbon - Kirby VS Strawberry Crepe Cookie - Cookie Run Cotton Candy Cookie - Cookie Run VS Rambutan Cookie - Cookie Run Narciso Anasui - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure VS Diavolo - Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Yanagi Hanabusa - DREAM!ing VS Shion Mikekado - DREAM!ing Delta - Honkai Impact VS Elysia - Honkai Impact Kory Anders - Titans VS Gamora - Marvel Cinematic Universe PART EIGHT - 06/28 Sakura Haruno - Naruto VS Euphemia Li Brittania - Code Geass Kipo Oak - Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts VS Tom Lucitor - Star VS the Forces of Evil “Big” Jack Horner - Puss in Boots VS Princess Poppy - Trolls Machi Komacine - Hunter x Hunter VS Chika Fujiwara - Kaguya-Sama: Love is War Slurpuff - Pokemon VS Tinkaton - Pokemon Hilda Valentine Goneril - Fire Emblem: Three Houses VS Yae Miko - Genshin Impact Ortega - Pokemon VS Nurse Joy - Pokemon Tenebria - Epic Seven VS Tecna - Winx Club
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Say that You Love Me
17.1 when it was Derek's turn
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, canon typical violence, insecurities, death, inaccuracies for how the U.S. government works, Derek has Trust Issues
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The morning of the bank robbery, you were in a meeting with Valerie Khan and Ron the Bartender at La Liberté. You were supposed to go with Emily and Derek for her new house inspection, but Valerie had sent an S.O.S. text.
The lounge was empty for the most part. You saw Valerie at the bar, talking to Ron. It was weird to see her without Cassie attached to the hip, but they were apparently ‘on a break’.
“What's so urgent that you can't tell me over the phone?” You said as soon as you sat down.
“Well, good morning to you too, princess,” Ron said, rolling his eyes. 
“We got a lead on the mystery man,” Valerie cut to the chase. You liked that about her, blunt, direct, no-nonsense type of leader. 
Her news made you pause. After more than a month of searching and scouring every database and coming up empty, you finally got a lead?
“I asked one of the guys posted in Italy,” Valerie explained. Before you could protest, she put her hand up. “I know, I know, you wanted to keep this hush-hush. But listen, this guy does not exist before the wedding.”
“Did you find out who approved his attendance?” You asked. “My brother's team vetted everyone.”
“Apparently, not everyone,” Ron said. “My guess was someone on the inside. No other explanation.”
Your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was Hotch, and you knew it was a case. But the theory was too hot to pass up. Besides, based on the muted TV behind Ron's bar playing the news channel, you had a pretty good idea where you were going.
“What are you saying, Ron?” You asked, trying to make everything make sense. You texted Hotch ‘meeting’ before putting your phone on DND. “That my brother is sending someone to tail me during his wedding?”
“Your brother,” Valerie mused. “Or…”
You looked at her in disbelief. “His wife?” 
“It is possible,” Ron added. “We just need to find a motive, the correct angle.”
“Right,” you paused to think. “Well, keep digging, but don't be too focused on her. We don't want any tunnel vision in this.”
Ron and Valerie exchanged worried glances. ‘“You got it.”
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Monday morning after the bank robbery, Derek took Spencer out for coffee. Bright and early, Derek had got you to cover his combat training class that morning. (You ended up making them analyze a fight scene because hello, you have a leg brace on!). He made a mental note to bring you extra focaccia when he got back.
“I’m just checking up on you, kid,” Derek told Spencer after the fifth time the boy genius asked the same question. “Saturday must’ve been hard on you.”
“It was hard on all of us,” Spencer replied quickly, averting his eyes. 
“You know what I meant,” Derek scoffed. “Especially after–”
“I know what you meant,” Spencer interrupted. He didn’t need to relive the rejected and dejected feeling when he came in one day and saw that picture up on your corkboard. 
That picture. The one where you and Marcus from Art Crimes were dancing under fairy lights on a vineyard. You look so fucking beautiful in it and Spencer had no one to blame but himself. 
“So?” Derek probed. 
“So, nothing,” Spencer said. “Daisy is my best friend. Of course I worry about her, I care about her.”
“But–?”
Spencer took a deep breath. He debated whether to tell Derek or not about what you said in Albertine. He was still unsure on whether to tell you how he felt or to let you go. But then again, you were a former spy. Surely you knew what was going on?
He decided to take a different route. Still the truth, but also still keeping that moment in Albertine to himself. 
“I’m just really confused,” Spencer confessed. 
“Well, you better un-confuse fast because I heard she’d be on temporary assignment with the Art Crimes Unit.”
That made Spencer pause. “She’s leaving? Again?”
“Looks like it, Reid,” 
“For how long?”
“Only Hotch and Rossi know,” Derek answered. “Look, you have been dancing around this for years now. Why not just take her out and get it over with, win her over like you wanted?”
“We were going to,” Spencer said. “It was never the right time. When she got back amd that picture, she looked so happy with –with Marcus.”
“She’s happy with you,” Derek countered.
Spencer pressed his lips together, the clogs in his brain turning. But honestly, who was he kidding? There was only one question in his mind. “Then why does she keep leaving?”
“Emily told me once that she’s a storm and you were lost at sea,” Derek supplied, trying to help but cursed himself when it only deepened Spencer’s frown. “Maybe you need to find a land to anchor yourself first, Spencer, to reorient yourself.”
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On Wednesday, you met with Derek at Emily's place to help her pack. On Friday, the two of you drove her to the airport and went out for lunch.
Your relationship with Derek never went back to the way it was before Emily's death fiasco. He had called for a truce, yes, and he didn't question your judgments on cases, but deep down, you knew he struggled to trust you.
There were times when you knew he was about to second guess your decisions, reconfirm your whereabouts, or double-check your work. It was those little things that made you feel unworthy, even just a little bit.
You knew though, it was a risk that came with your baggage. Kinda hurt when the BAU members were the ones doing it to you.
Derek helped you get out of the car with your leg brace. Gunshot wounds don't heal all too quickly in reality, unfortunately.
The place was in a little corner of Chinatown. Since it was a little after lunch hour, the place was nearly empty. Red lanterns hung from the ceiling and the smell of newly burnt incense penetrated the air. The unfamiliarity, surprisingly, put you at ease. Derek chose a booth seat near the window, and you made a point to sit away from the glass.
You tried to enjoy the dim sum in front of you, but Derek was stiff and hesitant. He didn't trust you, that much you knew, but going out of his way to treat you to lunch? That was unlike him.
“Why am I here, Derek?” You asked finally when you finished your plate.
“For lunch,” he said, shrugging. He wrestled with steamed chicken feet before giving up.
“Really?” You asked rhetorically. “It's not because you don't trust me anymore and you want me off the team?”
Derek sighed, relenting. “I –I don't –look, I trust you when it comes to our cases, Daisy, you know that. And I don't want you off the team.”
“Then?”
“You and Emily, there's always an angle with you former spies,” he said. “Sometimes it puts me in danger, puts the team in danger.”
You scoffed. “Great, Agent Morgan, thanks for the kind words.”
“That doesn't –look, I know that you said you're in a clean slate. But I know you, Daisy, and I know Emily too. That stunt you pulled during the robbery? That's a yellow light if I ever see one,” he explained. “I know you like your secrets. At least, if you don't want to tell me –us what's going on, make sure it doesn't backfire and light up all of our asses.”
You cursed Emily and JJ in your head for spending so much time with him that he could almost read you like a book. Derek Morgan, who used to charm women just to get a read on them, now could guess a former spy's secrets from mere observations. 
But you couldn't let them know, could you? Not until you were sure who you were dealing with. Your heart wouldn't let you feel vulnerable in front of your teammates. 
“Don't worry, Derek, I solemnly swear I won't get you guys killed,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Anything else?”
“Actually, yes,” Derek said without hesitation. You raised an eyebrow in question. “Whatever you're doing with Spencer and Marcus, I need you to cut it out.”
That made you pause in confusion. “What?”
“We all saw the picture you hung,” he looked at you pointedly. “Reid saw that picture you hung. Not to mention the constant visits.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked. “Not that it's any of your business, but Marcus and I are working on a case together. Everything was completely professional.”
“Just like you and Spencer are completely professional?” Derek accused. “I knew something happened in San Diego, hell, even before that.”
“Again, that's none of your business.”
“It is when you're going to hurt him,” Derek said. “He’s my brother, Y/N, I can't forgive you if you do.”
You had never felt more lost than you were now. What the hell was Derek talking about? That picture you hung of you and Marcus dancing was a cover so you could see the mystery man every day without anyone questioning. The visits were purely professional, now that the task force was approved and just detangling any administrative ties. With Emily joining the Interpol, you were sure she was going to be the one running point, anyway.
You were this close to a break, Marcus had requested your temporary assignment with the Art Crimes division and the task force. Hotch signed off on it to make sure you were on desk duty until your PT was completed.
So you were hurt and confused. Your heart was raw and tender. The room started to feel suffocating and you wanted to lash out.
“Well, you are not going to have to worry for much longer, Morgan,” you told him coldly. Pushing your chair back, you started to gather your things. “I'll start my temporary assignment next month. Maybe by then you can get over whatever this is and start treating me like your friend again.”
And maybe, a part of you agreed with him. All these years, you knew you were bound to hurt Spencer one way or another. That was the reason why you didn't jump into a relationship with him in the first place. Because in the end, you'd hurt Spencer, and you would never forgive yourself if that happened. 
“Wait, Y/N,” Derek called as you started to leave. The sight wasn't pretty; you were struggling with the brace and Derek looked like a jerk face date who said something awful to you. “Let me drive you home.”
“Don't fucking bother,” you spat.
“Y/N, please.”
You looked over your shoulder, seeing him standing over your table and empty dishes. “Leave me alone, Derek. I mean it.”
Slowly, you stumbled onto the sidewalk, hailing a cab. Derek watched as you left, the years of friendship turned ashen in one single afternoon.
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bitchy-w1tchy · 4 months
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Anfuu analysis
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Anime onlys: I would highly recommend not reading any further because I will be discussing a lot of shit that happens way past episode 10 in the anime.
This is long, sorry
Lemme say first off that I really have not seen a relationship like Andy and Fuuko's before (granted my only other shonen series I have been into were Fairy Tail and AOT). From what I have seen in other shonen, which I normally can't get into because they're pretty cookie cutter imo, romance doesn't happen right off the bat.
Undead Unluck would not be a thing if Fuuko and Andy didn't have a relationship. I'm a damn sucker for romance and the second I saw the dynamic between them in the first episode, I knew I was in for a helluva ride.
So in the beginning, it is obvious that Andy is using her. He has admitted to it multiple times, there's no hiding it. My guy wanted to die and saw someone who could potentially give him a proper death and he wasn't going to let that opportunity slip through his fingers.
Up until the end of Spoil, Andy saving Fuuko, protecting her, teasing her, that was all for his personal gain. He didn't take into account that she had been touch deprived for ten years, living vicariously through her shojo manga. Andy called her a pushover many times but I don't think she was. She loved the fact that she could touch someone without them dying. In a short amount of time, she got to live out a ton of different scenarios that only her shojo mango could provide her and I think she was in love with the idea that she could finally start living a little.
Going back to the Spoil arc, after Fuuko saves Andy from Victhor, that's when the dynamic starts to change a little bit. Fuuko saved Andy. She got him back. And Andy FOR SURE saw that. She wasn't some brat to him anymore. Does he love her at this point? No. But he definitely respects her and wants to continue to protect her. He doesn't JUST see her as a personal asset anymore.
And we are that in the Unrepair arc, when Fuuko gets hit by Rip's scalpel, Andy loses it and has to collect himself before returning to the fight, not only that is that Fuuko had to reassure him that she was fine.
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Fuuko is not a damsel in distress and Andy sees that, allowing her to fight alongside him (even if she is just piggybacking). Andy recognizes that he can be stronger with her Unluck and it makes me so damn happy that she isn't cast on the sidelines during fights (thank you tozuka)
ANYWAYS
Autumn arc is where we start cooking, fr. Fuuko admits she loves Andy. Is she in love with him? No. But she is starting to fall. She spent 10 years with him in that damned book. And Andy definitely loved her too. They helped each other grow. And when they came out of that book they were stronger than ever.
Before Fuuko goes with Under, it was blatantly obvious that Andy did not want her to go. At this point, he does not like being away from her at all. But there is a huge amount of trust there so he lets her go.
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But man's was STRESSIN the whole time she was gone, not sleeping or nothing until her heard from her. Not only that is Fuuko admits that she is in love with Andy, realizing it now that she has been away from him for only a couple days. Not only that is Unchaste doesn't work on her because she truly loves someone unconditionally.
Now, before I go into the rest of Spring and into Ragnarok, I'm gonna say that Andy does not know how to deal with his feelings. His inner dialogue and the way he speaks to Fuuko are not matching up at all. Before he admits he loves her, (God damn it I wish she heard him), he's looking back on their time together, how they both grew, how he treated her at first, etc.
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At the end of Spring, he admits to himself that he can't die because he can't accept Fuuko's feelings properly. And why can't he? Because he's AFRAID.
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But when he speaks to Fuuko he plays it off as, "now it's my turn to fall in love with you", kinda jokes around about it.
This is where I get controversial. By the time Spring ends, does Andy love Fuuko? Without a doubt, yes. Is he IN love with her? No.
Like I said, he is scared to accept her feelings. I do believe that if he could get past the barrier of his own feelings and accept her love then I truly believe he would fall head over heels with her in an instant. His feelings are what's holding him back.
So why is he so afraid? Because I think that if he admits he is in love with Fuuko and accepts Fuuko's feelings, then he won't want to die like he has wanted for 2 centuries. And if he DOES die, then he leaves behind a heartbroken Fuuko.
I mean, come on, Fuuko gets shanked and Andy absolutely loses his shit. That's love.
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I PISSED that Andy and Fuuko never got their proper talk before the Loop happened. But I'm hoping that when Andy decides to get his ass off the fucking sun (kidding), then we have a real talk between them because I'll tell you I am so sick of licking these anfuu crumbs off the fucking floor. (Bring my boy home)
(now I do think, at some point during the Ragnarok arc, he doesn't want to die anymore. His astral projection is that of an old man. He just wants to grow old.)
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twstfanblog · 6 months
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*~Family Feud~*
AN: This has been done for DAYS I just didn't get a chance to read it over because I dropped two outfit descriptions in this and I wanted to draw them out. Instead, I decided to get this out and stop hoarding it. XD
Also an introduction to one of my Twist OC's I'll do my best to get a proper bio of him and link it at a later date.
Word Count: 5.4K
Warnings: Toxic family dynamics, Disregard of adopted family, She/They Yuu OC. My own canon of Silver's backstory mixed with canon.
Pairings: Mallus x Yuu
Enjoy~!
Starter, Part 1 (Pomefiore), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Diasomnia)
Diasomnia was strangely desolate, something that Louis wasn't really expecting. He would have thought the dorm would reflect Briar Valley. The times he'd seen the valley, it was full of lush vegetation, life seeming to spill out of every corner. The only place that looked vaguely like these densely packed dead woods was the royal castle of the Draconia’s. But, even then, the castle had a beautiful rose garden. At the thought of the Briar royalty he scowled, his resolve only growing as he stomped through the woods. Eyes roaming through the trees looking for someone.
Louis Durand was the eldest son and crown prince of Ulstead, one of the longest-standing royal families of Twisted Wonderland. Honey-blonde hair and aurora-colored eyes showing his heritage of the Knight of Dawn. His light-plated iron clinked, gold and iron mix giving off a pale sunshine hue, added protection from his basic princely attire. Long hair braided back and pinned with his family’s crest acting as a crown.
Soon he finds someone, his eyes widening before a smile breaks out on his face. He picks up his pace seeing the figure under the tree slowly open his eyes. Silver hair and dressed in a black and green military uniform, Louis couldn’t keep his voice quiet as he ran closer, " Beau!"
Matching aurora eyes snap open at the name. Silver sighs under his breath, not sure if staying asleep would be better or worse in this situation. Instead, he stood up, waiting for the prince to reach him and for the common argument to start.
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Malleus walked with Yuu, smiling at the pout on the human's face, "Why are you so upset, my dear? It's a lovely day and I have you all to myself. Why the long face?" In hand was his spinning wheel wand. He didn’t have his pen in such form normally, But while in his dorm uniform, the staff was perfect for the overall look. Plus, it felt good to wear such regal wear with his child of man in their own new dorm uniform of Ramshackle.
Lilia himself was delighted seeing the outfit, saying Yuu looked like a troublesome fairy he had a run-in with long ago. A light tealish green button-up shirt with bluebell-shaped sleeves. A darker grey-teal vest over the shirt, a series of leather belts wrapped around their waist to hold an assortment of things, one of which being a bag of marbles. (For purposes Yuu told the others.) The vest had multiple tail ends, layering into a rough jagged line like the edge of a leaf. Leggings patterned with asymmetrical lines to mirror shattered glass. The look was pulled together with a pair of leather pirate-style boots that folded over their knees and a worn-looking navy captain’s hat, refurbished lightly to match the color of their dorm better.
Malleus himself could see what Lilia meant when Yuu wore their new uniform. Though it was a collaborative design by Divus and Yuu, the final result came out very close to the common fashion of Briar Valley. And with their temper and short stature (Compared to him), Yuu truly reminded him of the trickster fairies of the woods. Oh, the times Malleus had to keep Silver from being led astray by little wings of glitter. At the very least, Yuu gave kisses instead of deceiving the innocent…Well, Yuu does the same but it was normally unlethal. Now looking down at his lover, he smiles, tilting his head at the pouting human. He wonders if he could get away with calling them a pixie. He chuckles, raising an arm to place around their shoulders, “Come, let me hold you.”
Yuu huffs, leaning away from Malleus' arm as he tries to bring them closer. They glare at the tall fae, crossing their arms across their chest, "You know very well I wanted to meet your grandma. And you have the gall to stand there, looking cute, and call me over here after you already sent her home!"
The laugh Malleus let out was loud like thunder, it would almost be threatening if not for the warmth in his smile. He leans down, forehead resting on Yuu's as he looked into their eyes, "Are you truly upset you couldn't meet my grandmother? Or are you upset you haven't been able to embarrass me in front of my maternal figure like you've done your other lovers?"
They scoff, turning around to walk away from Malleus, but didn't try to move when he wrapped his arm around them. Yuu rested against his chest, sighing forlornly as they placed their hand over their forehead, "All I ask is to look into your grandmother and have her look back at me…"
"..." Malleus laughs, standing up and moving Yuu to face him directly, "You know, I may consider introducing you to my grandmother more if you stopped insinuating she is the void."
"Have you ever seen your grandmother and the void in the same room? I haven't." They laugh at Malleus' smile, pulling him down and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Giving him another seeing how the fae beamed under the physical affection.
Their sweet moment was interrupted by shouting, the sound of it getting closer and closer. Sharing a look, Malleus stands back to full height, a hand placed on the middle of Yuu’s back, the two of them walking toward the sounds of arguing.
"-before someone sees us, we should go!"
"Louis, please just go. I'm not having this argument with you again…"
Yuu blinks at the unknown boy trying to pull Silver through the woods, the gray-haired boy digging his heels into the dirt. Silver looked more annoyed than distressed at the manhandling, but, Yuu still pulled her golf club from the back holster Crewel had designed for them, "Hey! The fuck’s going on here?"
Her shout was enough for the both of them to look over in surprise, giving Silver the chance to finally slip out of the mystery boy's hold. The 2nd year was quick to join them, standing just slightly behind Malleus on his side in his normal position as a retainer. For whatever reason it made the boy glare, frowning fiercely at Malleus.
"Still insulting the Ulstead crown with your display, I see. He should be in jewels and celebrated! Not set to the side to be forgotten and overlooked by your people!"
Malleus' mirthful attitude was gone, a bored look on his face as he looked down his nose at the armor-clad boy.
Seeing Malleus wasn’t going to grace the stranger with an answer, Yuu spoke up. Their golf club swinging lazily to tap against their calf, "While I agree Silver is a national treasure, you can't just be grabbing and dragging people around like they owe you money."
The stranger opens his mouth, poised to start yelling at them too before he freezes. Looking at them, his eyes widen in shock, "You're human?"
"Good eyes, now explain yourself-"
"Fair maiden you must come with me at once! This land of fae and fowl isn't safe nor suitable for humans!" He reached out, moving to grab onto Yuu's wrist only to be forced back by a crackle of green lightning. 
Yuu was just as surprised, blinking when Silver pulled them farther behind Malleus and missing the prominent anger in the fae's eyes as dark clouds began to gather above them.
Malleus’s eyes seemed to glow the darker the area became, his face a deadly edge of sober as he tilted his head slightly, "You dare try to abscond with my treasures? I would think your family knows a dragon does not give from their hoard so lightly…"
The stranger matched Malleus' expression, taking a step forward before he was interrupted by Silver sighing.
"Louis. Please. Just go home. I've long made my choice and I would like it if you and your family to respect it."
“They’re our family!” Louis' face crumbles, a hand reaching out in a pleading motion toward Silver, " Beau, please just come home with me. We can talk this out with the family and see if you've been cursed like father thinks. If all is well we can go from there."
Yuu casts a confused look toward Silver, raising an eyebrow, "Beau?"
Silver shakes his head, not wanting to explain, missing Malleus locking eyes with Louis. A smug smirk grew on the fae’s face before he spoke.
" I would like it if you left my brother be. He doesn't wish to speak to you."
"He is not your brother you accursed, bastard!"
"Now, now. There's no need for all of this yelling…"
Lilia dropped down from above a few paces away. Instead of his normal dorm uniform, he wore a tight thorn pattern long-sleeve top, the high neckline hidden by a false collar and a bright green tie with a complex-looking knot. Long pants tucked into knee-length lace-up boots. His oversized jacket was replaced with an open-back vest in the dorm colors, long coattails trailing behind him. The look pulled together with his normal dorm accessories, the vest showing off the spiked spine brace the Diasomnia students regularly wear.
His youthful face was strangely in a neutral expression. He looks to Louis, not even flinching at the glare. Turning to him fully, Lilia gives a polite smile, trying to calm the enraged boy, "Prince Louis. I understand the campus is open to all visitors. But, you are aware Silver doesn't wish to speak to you or the other Ulstead royals unless it is at the yearly treaty festival or you’ve called ahead of time."
Louis stomps forward, getting directly in Lilia's face to snarl, "His name is Beau, you thief!"
"Enough!" Silver steps forward, standing beside Lilia and only stopping at the hand gripping his arm, keeping him closer to Lilia, "I will not let you talk to my father like this."
"He isn't your father!" Louis looks to Silver, eyes pleading, "Beau, no matter what they've told you, they're lying to you. They aren't your true family and all we want is for you to come home to us…"
Silver’s face clenches, almost winning in the fight to not grimace. His fists ball up at his sides, turning his head away from Louis as he muttered, “Who I care for isn’t your choice to make…”
Lilia glances at Silver from the corner of his eye. Seeing Silver's anger, he opened his mouth to calm his son, only to have Louis speak before him.
"He won't love you like a real father would. You know that. You'll be dead and gone long before he even has time to care about you."
That was enough to make Silver crumble, the 2nd year hunching into himself hoping to hide away from the other's hurtful words.
The sound of thunder and lightning was deafening. The dark clouds overhead that had eclipsed the sun were almost meaningless as a single bolt of lightning illuminated the grounds, striking dangerously close to the group. Both of which were ignored by Lilia, scooping Silver into his arms. 
Placing the taller boy onto his hip and supporting his legs while glaring at the human prince, "If you'll excuse us, my son seems to be under the weather. I'm going to get him inside to rest."
Lilia doesn't look back, walking away like Silver weighed less than nothing in his hold. Even with his confused expression, Silver soon relaxed, properly latching onto his father and resting his head against the top of Lilia's hair.
Yuu looks over to Louis, frowning at the other human's intense glare at the retreating figures, "You know, as a fellow human? That was extremely fucked up, you know that, right? Like severely fucked."
"I quite agree with my child of man." Malleus' face was stone cold, his tinted lips curling over a fang as he snarled, "It was fucked."
“What’s fucked,” Louis somehow made the vitriol in his voice even harsher, eyes glaring into Malleus’ cold green iris, “Is stealing a prince and making him a guard to the enemy of his nation.”
Malleus leans in, a small smile showing his fangs as he spoke in a soft mocking tone, “He wasn’t stolen by fae hands. Nor are we enemies, the treaty was signed nearly 20 years ago Prince Durand.” His smile drops, voice almost a growl, “You’d do well to remember that.”
Louis’ hand reached toward his sword, managing to draw it out only a few inches before a force slammed into the hilt of the blade, forcing it back into the sheath. The head of a golf club resting on top of the rounded metal of the weapon, Yuu’s dark eyes glaring into his own morning dews, the silent promise clear in their actions. He huffed, his glare only barely softening as he addressed Yuu, “Stand down, maiden. I don’t know why you’ve allied yourself with this fae, but he is not to be trusted.”
“With all disrespect? What I do with the future father of my child is none of your business.”
Malleus’ magic forms around Yuu faster than she could swing and faster than Louis could grab her. The green aura glittered around her, lifting Yuu into the air and away from the human’s out-reaching hand. Louis glared at the prince, his hand clenching into the open air.
Louis closes his eyes, trying to calm his breathing before looking up at Yuu, “You…Miss, you can’t be serious! The Draconia family is founded on the wicked deeds of the Thorn Fairy herself! To be a human and want to continue that line-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Yuu was now lounging in the air, golf club resting over their crossed legs, “I’m going to do my best to be…polite with my reasonings. I don’t care, I just don’t care. I like Malleus, so I find no issue in doing him this kindness as his close platonic-romantic friend-soulmate. The choices I made to carry the potential apocalypse baby are just that. My choices. Just like Silver apparently chose to be Silver instead of Beau. Learn to live with it. Cope, seethe even. But don’t make it our problem when clearly you’re the only one bothered.”
The expression on Louis’ face was odd. A strange mixture of anger yet heartbreak, the type of look that spoke of internal struggle. Yuu almost had enough time to feel bad, opening their mouth to give some kind of comfort, before the human royal’s face steels.
Louis stepped back, rolling his shoulders into the proper position and looking into Malleus’ eyes with a neutral expression, “Apologies for my outburst Prince Draconia. I will take what you said into consideration. Good day to you and your…” His face fights against the sneer he wants to pull, “Consort…Good day.” With that, he spins in his iron-plated heel, stomping his way back toward the dorm’s mirror.
“...” Yuu turns to Malleus, still floating in the air, “Put me down.” Malleus raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t take his eyes off of Louis until he was well in the distance, “Why…?” “I’m gonna beat his ass.”
A smile breaks across his face, looking out from the corner of his eye to see the glare on the prefect. Yuu never failed to entertain, always having a gesture or words that would pull him from sour moods and episodes of sorrow. Be it a physical reminder of their friendship or a verbal assurance of their shared devotions, Yuu always made him smile, even when he didn’t want to.
Malleus shakes his head,  “No. You have no need to engage in combat with the likes of him. You are my consort after all.” He starts to walk toward the dorm, keeping Yuu suspended in the air with his magic. In their current mood, they were more likely to ignore his words and chase the prince down than listen. His thoughts reminded him of Silver and Lilia’s emotional states, the urge to check on them growing once Louis’ presence was fully gone.
“Oh, is that gonna be your new favorite word? Because you’re gonna make Jamil and Azul jealous. They can only call me ‘girlfriend’ for now.”
“I suppose they can cope then. Seethe even.”
“Stop stealing my words! You make it sound so much fancier when you say it.”
Malleus chuckles, bringing Yuu closer to place another kiss against their cheek, “Cope.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Diasomnia’s dorm was massive, scary, and regal. It was also peacefully quiet when Malleus and Yuu walked inside. The families that were chatting away in the common area had all vacated, leaving the room bare except for Sebek, Lilia, and Silver. The pearly-haired human was sleeping, head resting on Lilia’s lap while the short fae caressed his hair.
Walking to the couch, Yuu sat beside Lilia, Malleus taking the armchair that Sebek instantly jumped up to stand beside.
"So I have to ask, why the outfit change?"
Giggling, Lilia turned to look at Yuu, a sneaky smile on his face, "While I normally, as you say 'serve cunt', I decided to change into something semi-respectable since I knew visitors of the valley were coming." He gestures mildly to his new outfit, "As such I picked something that echoes my old war armor."
“Well you failed, you’re still serving cunt, good sir. But next question…Who was his royal dick?” Yuu asks, their voice hushed even though they knew Silver wasn’t going to wake up with anything less than Sebek screaming in his face.
Lilia sighs, “Prince Louis Durand. Crown prince of Ulstead and…” He sighs again, the force of it almost fully deflating him, “And Silver’s twin.”
“He has one of those?”
Sebek scoffs, rolling his eyes but refusing to say anything. He grew up dealing with the human prince’s numerous visits. Louis would do everything he could to exclude Sebek, but Silver was just as vigilant in making sure he was involved. Once, Silver held onto Sebek’s hand and refused to let go for the whole visit. It took both Baul and Lilia to pull them apart once Louis had left, Silver claiming he couldn’t unclench his hand.
“Yes…It’s a long story, but by fae laws Silver is mine and his blood family isn’t too happy about it.”
Yuu tilted their head, “I wouldn’t be either, this is extremely suspicious. Lilia, you said you found Silver on the ground.”
“I-” Lilia realizes what Yuu was insinuating, snapping his face up to pout at the prefect, “I did.”
“Lilia, how do you find a baby prince on a random forest floor?”
The pink-haired fae huffs, arms wrapping tighter around Silver’s sleeping form, “Well, I did! Believe me or not, I found him fair and square. He even picked me over them so they have no right to complain…”
Yuu smiled, always loving to pick at Lilia when the older fae would get annoyed with her, “Your story is falling apart. Did the baby pick you or did you find him, Lilia? What is it you want me to believe?”
Lilia was fast, a hand reaching out and pinching Yuu’s ear to tug on it. He hisses out a shush while she squirms in his hold, “Hush, let me tell you what happened…”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Silver was led to the palace throne room, his small hand gripping onto Sir Baul's as the old fae stared ahead. He was stern as usual when he came to collect him, but the look he had when he called Silver made his stomach twist. Sebek had gone quiet again, only waving goodbye as Baul led him from the room. He didn't know what was happening as the double doors of the throne room opened. On one side of the room stood his father and on the other side stood a group of strangers wearing the same colors as the people who stormed their home. 
Days ago, he and his father had to flee to the palace when a group of human knights broke down their door in the middle of the night. Silver had never felt such terror, watching his father fight off a squad of intruders before scooping him into his arms. He had jumped from the bedroom window, Silver only in his pajamas and Lilia still smelling of burning flesh from iron as he sprinted into the woods.
They reached the palace, a number of fae knights riding into the woods at his father's report. He wasn't proud of it, but he cried when he had to leave his father's arms. The short fae smiled and teased him, saying he was only getting bandaged and to not be so silly. He was sulking about later in his brother's  Malleus’ arms. He was six years old, he shouldn't be crying as such anymore.
Over the next few days, Silver was with Malleus for most of the day. Sebek joined them and was oddly soft-spoken, the younger boy looking at him pained and heartbroken but wouldn't tell him why. He would hear voices echoing in shouts in the halls, unknown knights staring at him. Their eyes made him nervous before Malleus whisked him away. But now, in the throne room, Malleus was standing beside the queen, looking upset and refusing to meet his eyes. Even father wouldn’t look at him, only the glamourously dressed family standing on the other side of the room would look toward him.
Her Majesty spoke, her voice an odd mix of cold yet cordial, “Silver-”
The unknown woman, who Silver now realized also had a crown in her braided warm brown hair, snapped. Her soft smile turned into a vicious frown as she rounded to the Queen, “His name is Beau.”
Her Majesty simply sighed, just barely keeping from rolling her eyes, a hand held up to calm the guards and Malleus, “Child. You are being offered a choice on this day. It is your choice alone if you return home with either Lilia Vanrouge or the royal family of Ulstead, the Durands. Make your decision judicially, you will not gain another.”
Silver looked over to the strangers. Whatever anger the woman had felt was gone, leaving behind a kind person who reached out to him before pulling her hand back to her chest. Looking at them closely, he fully saw just how lavish their clothing was, soft and bright colors unfound in the valley since so many made their living working with nature or potions (It’d get dirty so quickly). Delicate light fabrics with sewn-in gems and woven gold threads. They looked at him with such hope. Around them, guards of that knight stood showing chests of gold shiny board swords and armor. A boy who looked so similar yet different from him smiled, a stuffed bear held tightly in his arms.
He waved, bowing his head in a show of respect for the visiting royalty, but the beaming grins they gave back to him didn’t ease the discomfort he felt. He was sure the woman was one second away from rushing over to him and taking him in her arms, never to be seen again.
To the other side was his father. Standing silently and still, so unlike himself it made Silver more uncomfortable than the overly friendly strangers. Father stood in just the cloak he had on when they absconded to the palace, the black cloth hiding his body and long hair tied into a low ponytail. He wouldn’t look at him, he wasn’t even smiling. Silver had never seen his father so…impartial. It was frightening, but it only cemented the fact Lilia was his father.
Looking the fae over, Silver’s mind brought to light just how much he knew about his father. He knew the exact cloak he had managed to grab. A flash of yellowish-green peaking from the hood. The fruits of his and Sebek’s sewing lesson from weeks ago. Silver knew in that hood was a crudely stitched-in bat (From when he was in the war his father told him, to keep others from stealing his cloak), a simple bright green oval, a chartreuse blob to mimic a crocodile, and a simple ivory-colored smaller bat. Father always stated it was his lucky cloak. 
Though he tried to hide it, Silver knew his father’s hair was streaked with blocks of white strands. They were debating on which color he was going to dye it next. Silver was so close to convincing him to try orange, he knew it’d look ridiculous, but his father would do it if he could persuade him properly.
And the final secret Silver could easily see was how his father fidgeted with the bracelet he had gifted him. It was something of a nervous tick, the fae would at times look into the distance and simply tape his sharp nails against the seeds. Sometimes Silver worried he would break the charm one day, only to watch the same worry overtake his father would he seemingly tapped too hard.
He wasn’t sure of the severity of this decision, but he had his options and his choice was clear.
Silver squared his shoulders, keeping his eyes trained on his father as he walked towards him. His stride only stops when the woman gives a heartbroken cry of ‘Beau’. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the strange family crumbled, tears gathering in their eyes. The woman all but falls to the floor, being held up by her husband who looks at him in disapproval. The boy’s expression hurts, it’s pleading, heartbroken. Silver strangely felt for him the most, but he couldn’t leave his father to his lonesome.
Before long Silver was standing right in front of Lilia, bright aurora-colored eyes trying to catch glittering magenta ones. Lilia laughs, short and almost damp. He finally looks at Silver, expression pained as he fights back his tears, “You wish to go with me?”
Silver nods, not a moment of hesitation, “I’m ready to go home now father.”
Lilia doesn’t hesitate either. Scooping Silver into his arms, tucking his son’s face into his neck and walking from the chamber at a quick pace. Silver hears chaos engulf the room, the woman from before starting to scream in anger and Her Majesty raising her voice to demand she calms herself. Silver looks up from his father’s collar, catching hauntingly similar aurora eyes before the doors close behind them.
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Of course the Durands never let it rest. Maleficia was honest with them…” Lilia sighed, looking down at a sleeping Silver, “Silver doesn’t count as ‘Stolen by Fae’. As such there was no trade, so no proper test could be given and Silver was left to pick where he went.”
“Did they not…think he would pick you? I mean you were his dad for his whole life…”
Malleus sighed from his chair, eyes gazing into the green fireplace, he hint of annoyance curling his lip, “My grandmother warned them of that likelihood. But they were insistent on Silver knowing he’d want to be with ‘his blood’...” Malleus wouldn’t speak of the shouting match that broke out when Lilia fled the room with Silver. But, he was just as smug when his grandmother smiled and explained to the wailing queen that Silver had made his choice.
“The silly boy really just walked up to me with no doubt in his heart. But, from there, the Durand family was calling at our home near weekly.” Lilia sighs, remembering the string of panic attacks he’d gain waking up to iron-clad knights banging on his cottage's front door. The number of letters he’d start to just burn in the fireplace, each one detailing and painting him as a wicked being for stealing a vulnerable infant from his loving home.
Yuu scoffed, leaning back into the couch, “What? So they just show up every few days to bother you guys and shout that you’re not a real family?”
“Not nearly as much as before. But basically.” Sebek sighed, shaking his head in mild irritation, “The king and queen have stopped coming so often, only at the yearly Peace Treaty celebration held at our borders.”
“They stopped visiting around Silver’s 10th birthday…Louis still spends his summers camped out in the woods with his posse.” Malleus pouts, the windows darkening as his mood briefly soured, muttering under his breath, “They keep sending him gifts heavy in iron though…”
Lilia caresses Silver’s head, smiling at his serene face, “Louis always tried so hard to be by Silver the first few visits. He was more docile when beside him, but when anyone tried to detach them, he’d throw such tantrums.”
Malleus looked to Lilia, eyes lidded in annoyance, “Tanturms. Lilia, he stabbed you when you tried to wipe Silver’s face.”
Lilia waves Malleus’s words off, ignoring Yuu’s surprised laughter, “It didn’t even draw blood. Barely counts as a stab.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Lilia would never lie, but he never told the whole truth either. He never told Maleficia the truth the night he brought a human baby for her blessing and he thinks he never will. He didn’t lie, he never stole Silver. But, he never told anyone the whole story.
He met the Knight of Dawn the night Maleaonor died, the knight had saved both his and Malleus’ lives. They barely spoke, eyes meeting before the knight turned around. He told him and Baul to run, that he’d deal with whoever entered the tunnel after them.
It’s embarrassing, Lilia thinks to himself sometimes. The fact that simple action was enough to make his heart flutter, in the moment he attributed it to his adrenaline. But he still blushed and whispered under his breath a basic blessing as a thank you.
Lilia thinks he’s cursed to take care of the children of those he loves. He cared about Maleficia for taking him in and then he became Maleanor’s keeper. He loved Maleanor and Revan, Malleus was more his mother’s son than his father’s he’s realizing. And only once his heart fluttered and now he’s staring down at a sobbing infant.
He wasn’t sure why he walked to this old place, taken over by the people who killed his friend and orphaned his charge. But a part of him was happy he did. Two children in a basic bassinet, one sleeping peacefully while the other wailed. How his sibling didn’t wake up worried Lilia, but he decided to tend to the screaming one first.
One blessing later, the baby’s golden hair turned Silver. At least whoever took care of them would be able to tell them apart now. Soon he pulled away from the bassinet, leaving the awake infant to start crying again. It pained him to leave the poor dears, but they were human and he was a fae. He couldn’t look after them properly. So he’d drop a hint to the Human kingdom, something about hearing the sounds of a crying baby in the abandoned ‘First Castle’.
It was easy to connect the dots when the neighboring kingdom spoke of the joyous event of the queen birthing two twin boys. Lilia was fine with that, those boys deserved a happy home full of love and care. One he could not give, not since his own efforts took so long to even hatch Malleus. A human child can’t live as long as it takes for him to muster enough love for a child to be raised on.
But only a week later, walking through the woods in his late-night musings, he hears a familiar cry. In the silver band of moonlight, he finds that same infant crying nestled in the roots of a dying tree. The basic nightgown was gone, the baby simply wrapped in a blanket, though surprisingly a thin gold chain with a familiar golden ring. Lilia so badly wanted to turn and walk away, maybe leave another tip to the humans they seemed to be missing a whole baby.
Instead, the infant cried, tiny pudgy hands reaching out to him for comfort. He really had gotten weak in his old age. Sweeping the baby into his arms he hummed the lullaby he’s been singing for centuries. And as the baby slept in his arms he smiled, walking back to his cottage, “Guess I will be taking care of you after all, aren’t I little one?”
Lilia didn’t take this child. He never even lifted him from that bassinet when he found both of them. This wasn’t kidnapping nor an act of theft. He was simply taking in a child he found in the woods and that’s all anyone had to know.
“Hmm…You need a name…Silver, Like a moonbeam in the dark…” He laughed, pressing a kiss to the soft strands, “And for your hair!”
Lilia wouldn’t tell the whole story, but he didn’t lie. He found Silver in the forest and he was his son.
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He Only Has Himself To Blame
Summary: Felix joins the akuma class, he's seeking revenge and wants to demask the sunshine persona Adrien has put on
OR
Marinette is lost after getting her heart broken, bullied and dehumanised by her old friends, so she finds comfort in a certain blonde boy who joins her class
This will be a short series that I decided to make after reading soap_lady's "he can only blame himself" fanfic on ao3
The characters are in 11th grade meaning most of them are 17-18
Marinette has been MDC ever since she was 14 and Gabriel's business is going down due to him getting too into the villain act, I'm trying really hard to not make Mari seem too ooc or a Mary Sue
Chapter One.
To say Felix hated school, it would be an understatement.
He DESPISED school. The place is full of gold diggers left and right, people who would throw you out in a split second
Felix transferred to Françoise DuPont during his third year of high school. His mother was having a business trip to Paris for some time and since Felix didn’t have friends in New York, she signed him up for this school until he finishes his lycée
Once he set foot on the school, people looked at him weirdly, well...maybe it was his questionable clothes, they clearly showed rich boy and that he wasn’t from this school.
He could hear the annoyingly loud “whispers” as he walked to the principal’s office
‘He looks like a model, do you think he is one?’
‘He looks like he has money, maybe we should try and befriend him!’
‘He looks like Adrien, oh my gosh I’m going to faint if we have two handsome models at our school, it’s like we hit jackpot!’
He sighed as he finally reached the school’s principal’s office.
Around 45 minutes of not important information later
Felix finally walked upstairs to his class, his head hurting from the goody-two-shoes principal, his way of lecturing teen-agers was in such a way it felt like he was in kindergarten again. To be fair it kinda was the same, he was in a strange place full of people he could sense had bad intentions, so he just rubbed his temples and opened the door to see a very loud class split in two parts.
The front side, he spotted the other blonde guy the whispers were about, Adrien Agreste, his cousin.
Oh boy, did that not just make this whole thing even more irritating.
The front side had much more people in comparison with the back side, the back side was formed of five people.
A girl with a strong pink hair in some loose pig tails who was making a hand gesture to what the front side was listening to
Felix wanted to laugh at that, as he caught a split second of what the girl with brown hair on the front side was rambling about, it was something about how she’s his uncle’s muse or some crap like that, nothing more than a fairy tale she could only dream of.
He remained silent and analysed the other people in the small group
There was a guy with bright red hair who looked like he was barely containing himself from bursting out laughing at what the pink haired girl was doing
The second guy in the group wore a red sweater and had a washed out kinda blonde hair that was spiked up, he was giggling at what the pink haired girl was doing, while having a hand on her shoulder.
The third guy, wore a cap with some black glasses, he looked kind of sad at the front group but his sad frown moved to a half smile as he sat down next to the second girl-
‘What the actual – NO WAY THAT’S HER’ Felix panicked as he remembered who the second girl was.
‘The “I-love-you” girl, what a coincidence to be in the same class as you’ he thought, not noticing the fact that he was staring
But someone did notice him stare, it was the actual girl herself.
She had the same shock on her face as Felix did, probably was not expecting to see him ever again after the stunt at his cousin’s house two years ago.
‘Great, this couldn’t be more awkward’ he sighed as he moved to step in the class, hearing someone was close to the door.
“Oh! You must be the transferred student, come on! My class is probably dying to meet you.” The ginger teacher said loud enough for Felix to shiver at how loud she was
Oh, he was sure the class of idiots was dying to meet him.
He could practically see the hearts sparkling in the sausage haired girl's eyes who moved to the second line of seats, behind his cousin.
The girl with two shades of colours in her hair was staring at him as she was whispering something to her seatmate’s ear.
Him and the teacher walked in the class as she was basically dragging him to the front desk.
"Good morning class! This is Felix, Felix uh…-" the teacher looked at him for an answer about his last name
He sighed and said "Graham de Vanily. Felix Graham de Vanily."
"Ah, yes! Class, he is a transferred student from New York, treat him kindly and make him feel at home. You can go sit uhm…in the back! With Marinette." She put a hand on his shoulder, making him shiver at the contact
'Oh great.' he caught a glimpse at his cousin's face, it was priceless
He looked angry then disappointed then it went back to normal.
'Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all' Felix thought trying to retain the smirk his face desperately wanted to make.
He reached Marrinete's and his seat.
He could see that she was avoiding his gaze, so he had the genius idea to put his hand on hers
She shot him a deadly glare, in which Felix responded by "smiling" warmingly at her
"What are you doing?" she whispered angrily
"I wanted to get your attention since you were clearly avoiding my gaze. I know you most definitely think of me as a son of a bitch, but i want to get revenge on my cousin, I know you won't help me since I saw your confession on his phone back to a year ago, but it was worth a shot for me to ask for your help." He whispered, it wasn't exactly a lie, it was mostly to make his cousin jealous. But what he didn't think of nor plan, was his heart skipping a beat once her gaze finally met his.
Marinette's face had a confused look on it, probably processing what he just said
What he did not expect, was for her to giggle.
"Let me get this straight, angel, you want to hang out with me to piss lil' ol' Agreste off, because you want revenge, you still want revenge after two years ago, you pretended to be him, try and kiss a superhero, then blame it on getting akumatized." She covered her giggles with her hand to hide the snorts begging to come out.
Felix thought she looked so pretty for whatever reason. He bit back a smile, then it clicked.
'Kiss a hero? How does she know about that?!' he thought. Felix was 100+% sure that no one saw when he tried to do that.
Oh.
OH.
'What a silly mistake you just did Mlle. Dupain-Cheng' he looked back at her to see she closed her eyes while trying not to laugh out loud.
He smiled. (Not gonna say someone's dying, but the world's at it's end if he smiles)
'You're such an idiot to not realize what you could have had, Agreste.' Assuming she was laughing was a sign her and Adrien weren't together, maybe if he was lucky, not on good terms either, seeing that she did call Adrien Agreste and not just Adrien
"Well yes. He's not the person who everyone sees him to be, that's the reason I did what I did last time. I tried to show everyone how he really was, he called it a prank, I call it wanting the truth to get out, I do however realize that there were other things I could have done to show that but can't change the past now, can't I?" He whispered
Marinette opened her eyes with a thoughtful look on her face
"I know Agreste isn't who he stands to be, I'm more than aware he isn't this sunshine price in shinning armour mostly everyone belives him to be." She said in a serious tone, with a blank expression on her face
Felix was in deep thought, millions of questions running through his mind.
He decided not to press forward and just nod at her statement.
After some minutes of pretty awkward silence for Felix at least, Marinette finally looked at their hands who were still connected, with her hand being underneath his
Her smile passed Felix's eyes as he was looking through some papers on his part of the table
Marinette put her other hand on his, getting closer to his ear then whispered
"I'm in, I'll help you get your revenge." She backed down from his personal space then dragged their hands Infront of her
Felix was processing what she just told him, he was about to say something but then noticed she was holding his hand tightly between hers as she had a petty smirk on her face
The boy's cheeks got warm, to a concerning state, he just took his hand and turned the other way, covering his mouth and cheeks with the other hand as he avoided Marinette's gaze
In response to the sudden outburst, Marinette just laughed and went back to paying attention to the class
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What neither of the teens knew, was that Marinette's out of character (for most people) affection was caught on by Lila, who looked like she was fuming as she looked back at the two.
"Girl, you ok? Your face looks red and swallowed, are you having an allergic reaction?" A concerned Alya asked looking as her bestie
Lila swallowed HARD as she realized she was staring at the pair behind them
"A-ah…y-yes I am alright, just, don't you think Marinette would bully Felix too right?... She's been invalidating his personal space ever since he got to the back…" Lila said in a shaky tone, trying to make it sound as real as possible
'No way I'm letting Mari-brat take my key to success, Gabriel's business has been going down in fame since people are boycotting the brand for whatever reason. The Graham de Vanily family has a better reputation than the Agrestes ever could even dream of!' she thought angrily
"Lila, girl, you don't think she would, would she? I told you what Felix did last time he was here. If something he would be the one making fun of her, he's a bigger jerk than Marinette!" Alya whispered
'Oh, now you're taking her side?' Lila thought unfazed at her "friend's" stupidity
"Felix looks like a sweetheart! (Yea right) time changes people Alya, Marinette is a perfect example of that!" Lila whispered, trying to get her friend to understand what she meant.
"Hmm… you're right, after class we're confronting Marinette on her bullying, the poor boy just got here! How could she be so cruel…" Alya said angrily
"Oh Alya, I don't know…" Lila said, putting a hand on the girl's shoulder comfortingly
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Disposable Heroes // Steve Harrington
Summary: After too many close calls with an untimely death, Steve begs you to stay out of the plan to save Hawkins. With too many lives on the line, it’s not a hard decision to make when weighing up the value of your own life in favour of hundreds if not thousands of others. One being Eddie Munsons.
Word Count: 6.8k 
Warnings: Mild cannon level violence. Angst. Mentions of death.
Author Note: Unambiguous Love Masterlist is linked here. Thank you for all the unconditional love and support for this series. It has blown me away and I’m truly grateful my comeback series has done phenomenally well. My eyes hurt from writing this all day. So please, enjoy the alternative ending to Stranger Things.
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“Do you think it’s better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all?” Robin whispered as Nancy watched your chest rise and fall. Steve a mess beside you, finally giving into exhaustion beside you. Draped over your blanket covered legs, drooling.
“He hasn’t lost, she’s still here—“ Nancy replied with a soft smile, still having hope in her heart for her former love, praying for a miracle that he’d have a happy ending in all of this. Taking a few gentle strides over to where a bag of fresh clothes sat on top of a forgotten chair, placing a note between a pair of jeans and a baggy top of Steve’s. “Y/n’s strong, the best of all of us, I don’t think she’d leave Steve here in a world without her—not when she’s fought so hard for this long.”
“Steve—!” Nancy shouted, pulling Steve back by his shoulder. The rage in his eyes as he turned to face her told her she’d crossed a line. “Let the medic’s do their job to give Y/n the best chance she has at beating this!” It made sense to Nancy, but to Steve. Letting go of your hand meant letting go of you—he couldn’t bring himself to let you go, not now, not ever. “She needs them more then she needs you right now okay, let them work.”
“I can’t let her go—“ the tears that ran down Steve’s face stung like acid. “Nance—“
“Tell me about her?” Nancy smiled softly, coaxing Steve away from the men in uniform that needed space to work, to save you. Looking back over his shoulder Steve sobbed, his bottom lip quivering as he sighed. Slowly but surely walking closer to where Nancy stood, both sinking down the wall watching you fade. “She’s really pretty you know.” Nancy spoke softly, like she was walking on eggshells, afraid to say something that would set Steve off. “I’ve never really had a conversation long enough with her to get to know her.” It was the excuse Steve needed to just gush about you, to anyone who would listen as he watched you dying. Your blood on his hands. “She’s braver than most of us combined, remember when she stood between Billy and his car?” Nancy always remembered that, how easily you put your life on the line for those kids, for her, for Jonathan.
“Y/n—Nance she’s—“ Steve sighed. “Y/n’s warm, and she’s kind and she’s caring and she’s selfless.” Steve couldn’t get the sight of you being torn apart by those bats out of his head. “And it’s real.” Steve let his tears fall freely as his eyes never left you. Speaking his feeling into the world in hopes that somehow it would make it a little harder for whatever was trying to pull you away from this world to take you. “And honestly, when I’m around her—“ Steve paused.
“Go on—“ Nancy tried to coax Steve to keep talking.
“When I’m around her, I—I completely forget who I am and the worst part about all of this is realising that everything you believe in is complete and utter bullshit—“
“What do you mean?” Nancy asked softly, watching you be carried away on a stretching fighting for your life.
“Uh, you know, destiny and soulmates, true love and all that—childhood fairy tail nonsense because if it were real? I wouldn’t be sitting here watching Y/n die an unimaginable death because she was stupid enough to follow me down into water gate and I was stupid enough to get her involved in any of this crap in the first place and I—“
“Oh my god.” Nancy cooed, interrupting Steve’s monologue, bumping into Steve’s side playfully. “You’re in love with her? Aren’t you? You’re in love with her Steve, you don’t just like Y/n or love her? No—this is way more than just puppy love.”
“Yeah, I am—“ Steve admitted softly. “And trust me, this is in no way disrespectful to you Nance but—“ Steve swallowed a lump in his throat. “I have never known anyone, who actually believed that I was enough, until I met her.” Steve sobbed a little louder, a rolodex of memories of your laugh and your smile and your unambiguous love for him played like an old film behind his eyes. Right from his soul. “And not only does she believe I’m enough, but she made me believe I’m enough, so uh—unfortunately, I need her and that means I can’t let her go, so if you’ll excuse me.” Steve stood with a groan and a loud sniffle. “I’m gonna catch a ride and make sure that when she wakes up and this is all over that she knows that I need her and that not only do I love her but that I’m in love with her.”
The gentle hum of bulky hospital machines working overtime to help keep you comfortable filled the deadly silent hospital room, Steve’s snores mixing harmoniously with the rhythm of the monitor that showed your steady heartbeat. Music to his ears, the rhythmic lub dub. You were alive, you are safe, you are here. Four unimaginable days of torture—but by your side Steve stayed. His fingers intertwined with yours like one of those baskets his mum used to make him pack for family picnics. What are they called again? Oh yeah, like woven cane. Your eyelids flickering like wild as your subconscious drew you into another memory, another dreamscape more perfect then the last. Gentle reminders that you, you were loved.
“Dead roses?” You smirked, gently reaching out to the droopy bouquet of flowers that had well and truly seen better days. No longer the freshest, most vibrant bunch in the store. They must have been discounted, on their last breath. Desperate to survive in a world they were grown in to die. “You are always so full of surprises Harrington—“ you chuckled softly as you looked up at Steve, his eye still swollen, lip still slightly split. It had been a few days since the Star Court mall incident and everyone was still trying to process what had happened, including you and Steve. Trying to navigate a world of unprecedented circumstances beyond your control.
“Consider them an apology for my behaviour lately—“ Steve cooed. “You don’t deserve that.” Steve tried to simplify it, the borderline post-traumatic stress disorder that everyone had been portraying since Star Court was making everyone feel irritated and that didn’t exclude you and Steve. Snapping at each other over the smallest of things.
“None of us deserve any of this.” You corrected Steve as you accepted the dying bunch of flowers, chuckling softly as you did because only Steve would see these as beautiful. Perhaps seeing the beauty in the things overlooked was a good thing. “But apology accepted.” Steve didn’t stop you as you leaned into him slowly, connecting your lips softly to his to share a moment you’d both been craving. The touch of one another. “I missed you Harrington.”
“I missed you more.” Steve mumbled into your mouth as he walked you backwards towards your bed. His hands trailing up your arms, leaving goosebumps where his fingertips danced. “Just wanna be with you.” Steve kissed you harder, with more lust than ever before. “Always.” Slightly tipping you back as you tossed the flowers to the wayside—your back colliding with your mattress as Steve followed you down, hovering above you as he worked to litter your neck with deep purple marks. “God, you do things to me—“
“Steve—“ you moaned, the pressure building between your thighs almost too much to bear. “Steve, please.” Steve didn’t have to ask, he already knew. But as he came back up to meet your gaze he just had to; he couldn’t bring himself to go further without having told you.
“I’m not here to get another notch in my belt.” It was the sincerity that oozed from Steve’s mouth that had your heart skipping a beat. “You mean the whole world to me, I don’t wanna ruin this by rushing this—tell me to stop and I will.” Steve slowly but surely started to trail his hand down your side, fingertips pushing past the fabric of your skirt before finding the softness of your thigh. “Y/n—“ Steve’s fingers danced at the edge of the elastic that was your underwear. “Say it or I swear I won’t be able to stop myself if—“ you cut Steve off with a kiss so powerful it had him seeing stars, had him seeing into his future. Six kids and a gorgeous wife, you to be point blank. His hand twisted with the fabric until he was in heaven—his fingers slowly working their way around you, one slipping in with ease as your slick folds worked to guide him towards Nirvana.
“Fuck—“ you moaned, arching your back as Steve coaxed you, his fingers curling up against your velvet walls, anything, Steve swore in that moment he’d do anything to have you sound like that just for time. A symphony all for him. “Steve don’t stop.” you begged, pulling him down closer to you with one arm wrapped around his shoulders, the other working to slip his belt off. Working fast to find your way past Steve’s fly to his briefs.
“Don’t you dare—“ Steve hissed as your hand slipped past the thin layer of fabric that clothed his cock. “Fuck—“ your hand working to pump his shaft that felt so thick and obnoxiously hard in your hand. Throbbing for you. “Fuck, Y/n I can’t—“ Steve’s voice hitched in his throat. His eyes rolling into the back of his head at the feeling of your touch. “Don’t have any—“
“I do—“ you whispered, “I do—“ you repeated desperately, absolutely no secret about how much you desired Steve Harrington. “Top draw, over near the cupboard.” Steve had never moved so fast in his life. Pulling his jeans down his legs as he made his way across your room. A gentle beeping noise growing louder and louder inside your head. “Do you hear that?” You questioned as Steve made his way back to you with the protection you needed. “That beeping?”
“What beeping?” Steve asked softly as he pushed you down on your back, hovering over you between your legs. “You, okay?” You hesitated for a second, trying not to focus on the beeping—what was that? Where was it coming from? Turning to look out your window to see if you would see anything before you nodded in response to Steve, biting your biting lip as you turned back to him, only to see his mouth bleeding and his now shirtless torso bitten and torn apart. Screaming as you jumped underneath him. Pushing Steve away. “What happened to you!?” You panicked, taking in the sight of a broken and beaten Steve.
“Don’t you remember?” Steve’s asked as he fell to the ground on his knees, blood gushing from his torso, his mouth. “You couldn’t save me.” Falling flat on his stomach at your feet before you gasped awake, lying in a hospital bed. Panic having set your monitor off to a new level. Fast unsteady beeping altered a sleeping Steve to your consciousness.
“Y/n? Hey, it’s alright, I’m here, you’re safe.” Steve cooed, cupping your cheeks to help you calm down. “You’re okay, you’re okay—“
“I was just— but we—“ you tried to explain it, but you soon realised you had been dreaming. “You’re, okay?” You sighed a heavy breath as you settled back into your pillow. “Steve—“
“Am I okay? What do you mean am I okay you saved my life Y/n, it’s us that should be asking you if you’re okay?” At the mention of ‘us’ you turned to see Robin and Nancy over near the door. Both smiling and waving at you, happy to see you awake. “I thought I’d lost you for a while there.”
“I don’t remember anything—“ you explained. “Well, I’m sure I will, but at the moment I’ve got nothing.” Steve took a deep inhale in as he moved his chair as close to your bed side as he possibly could. Holding your hand in between his. He looked so tired, so helpless.
“I wish I could be mad at you for following me inside water gate, but I know I would have done the exact same for you—“ Steve began to explain. “But I’m not, I almost lost you and I can’t escape that feeling.” Steve’s head slumped against your thigh, trying to hide his tears.
“I’m here—“ you cooed. “Steve?” You tried to get his attention. “I’m okay, you—“
“Y/n, I’m in love with you.” Steve sat up, his shoulders slouched in defeat because almost loosing you was not the way he wanted to tell you, even if he already knew you knew. “And for the record, I didn’t fall in love with you because I was lost or lonely like you thought I was.” Steve explained. “I wasn’t broken or needed to be fixed.” Steve remembered all the nights you’d spent together, all the laughter, all the times you’d looked at him like he hung every last star in the sky just for you when you thought he wasn’t looking. Steve remembered all the times you’d come to see him at work, how you’d linger and make any excuse under the sun to stay.
As Steve looked at you, battered and broken and bruised, he saw his future, the only woman he could see himself spending the rest of his life with. This wasn’t puppy love; he was head over heels in love with you. A powerful, independent, loyal, loving women who deserved to know how much she was loved and would be loved for the rest of her life.
“I fell in love with you because, after getting to know you, and who you are—I wanted to make you a permanent part of my world.” Steve admitted. He looked so sad trying to hold himself together. His hands shaking as he clung to you for what felt like dear life. “The places, the scenery they’re all gonna change but I thought that whether it was five minutes or fifty years, I would have just been happy to have you in it—“
“God Steve I—“ you held back your own tears, never having felt so overwhelmed by love. “I love—“
“But then I really did almost lose you and I felt like every time you died in the ambulance or when that piece of shit nightmare on Elm Street, upside down monster tried to take you away from me that I couldn’t live without you and I died too.” Steve sobbed, his lips coming to kiss your hand. “A piece of me died every-time you did and fuck I can’t do that again.” You couldn’t help but smile, trying your best to sit up a little more.
“Steve?” You beamed; his eyes trained on you. So tired and drained. “When we first met, I had no idea you’d become this important to me, and now?” You chuckled softly. “I can’t even begin to imagine what my life would be like without you, because you mean that much to me.” You held your hand out to touch the stubble that had grown on Steve’s cheek. “And I think I have a better word to use then I love you—“ you cooed. Steve’s eyes swirling with curiosity as he leaned into your touch, just happy you were here with him, alive, breathing.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Steve smirked. He hadn’t felt this alive in days, suddenly having an overwhelming stomach-ache as he couldn’t really remember the last time he ate. A half-eaten hospital hello cup sitting forgotten on your bedside table where a small bunch of decaying roses sat in a vase of water.
“I need you.” You whispered; a lump caught in your throat as you tested up. “I never thought I’d fall for someone as great as you Harrington— neither did I think you would make me a better person for loving you too.” Steve almost jumped into the bed with you, trying to get as close to you as he possibly could as he leaned in a little more. “Every damn day with you is a new adventure, every night just makes me miss seeing you that day, but during everything we’ve been through, we’ve pushed through, and we’ve grown stronger together because of it, you, Steve Harrington, complete me—and I would happily live fifty years by your side.”
“Hey so this is really great and all and I’m so unbelievably happy for the two of you—“ Robin quietly stepped forward as she spoke. “But uh—Steve, if you’re coming, we need to go and we need to go now before it’s too late.” Nancy nodded as if to back Robin up. “Venca’s coming and we don’t have much time—“
“What’s going on?” You questioned as Steve stood over you, pressing his lips to your forehead then to your lips. Your heart began to race just a little faster, your head swirling with too many emotions. “Steve—?”
“Max has a plan to draw Vecna out so we can light him up, I need you to stay here though so I know you’re safe—“
“What about you? What if you don’t make it back? Then what?” Steve could see the tears threatening to spill. “Don’t go, you’ve already done so much.”
“I gotta keep these kids safe Y/n—“ Steve explained, always the babysitter.
“But who will keep you safe?” You questioned. “This isn’t some game you—“
“We’ll all keep each other safe, Y/n, I promise—we won’t let anything happen because this plan is 100% fail proof. Nothing could go wrong even if we wanted it to.” Robin chimed in.
“You’re just saying that because you know I’m either going to try and stop you or I’m coming with—“
“Oh, there no way in hell you are going anywhere, from the bottom of my heart Y/n so help me god if you love an inch from this bed, I’ll—“
“You’ll do what Harrington?” You hissed. “What will you do—“
“I’ll lose my god damn mind.” Steve admitted. “I’ve already almost lost you too many times already and I can’t risk losing you again, please for the love of God just stay here where it’s safe so when I come back—I can’t be with you, because you know what? I think I deserve some fucking happiness in this fucked up shit show of a world.” Steve was angry, but not at you for wanting to go too, at the world, for baiting him into thinking he’d get a happy ending without consequence—without having to work tirelessly for it. This was his last effort to have it. “Please, Y/n—I love you, and I need you to stay here so I can ask you to be mine when I get back.”
“Why not ask me before you go?” You whispered through tears, your bottom lip quivering.
“Leaves something to be desired, doesn’t it?” Steve tilted your chin up towards him as he kissed you deep. The taste of your tears on his tongue. “I love you—“ like a drug Steve because hooked on saying I love you and you became instantly as addicted to hearing him say it.
“You’ll need to sedate me Harrington before you walk out of this door, because I’m gonna try follow you and that’s not good for either of us.” You explained. “Call the damn nurse.”
“Should we leave a Radio here?” Nancy gestured to the radio sitting on the pile of stuff Steve had accumulated over the last few days. Nodding softly, Steve passed it to you.
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.“ Steve cooed, smirking softly as he watched you place the radio on your bed side table. Twisting with a slight groan, his heart sinking into his stomach. “also, here you need to put these on, absolutely no questions asked, absolutely no arguing.” Steve sassed, handing you a pair of headphones with a walkman, the same as Max had had. “just play the damn song.” 
“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” You replied, taking the walkman as you settled back into your bed. “See you soon Harrington—“ you held back tears; the idea Steve might not make it back at the forefront of your kind—but you had hope. So much hope.
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The sound of Open your Heart by Kate Bush played softly in your ears as your slept soundly. Head heavy against the hospital provided pillow. Fresh bandages had only just an hour ago been applied after having your wounds cleaned, stiches checked, and antibiotics given. You felt like it was unnecessary to have the protection of music, however, everyone else agreed it was a necessary precaution that needed to be taken in order to keep you safe. You’d been compromised, your mind intruded, your body beaten and bruised. If there was anyone Vecna would see as an easy target, it was going to be you. Max, although younger—was stronger, mentally, physically. She just had a slight upper hand. You did what everyone wanted you to do, listened on repeat into all hours of the night. The same lyrics, the same person, the same tune and chorus. The same everything—it wasn’t going to take long for you to get sick of this damn song. 
“You know it’s silly but I’ve actually, well I’ve always had this dream that id have this really, really big family.” It was Steve’s gentle husky voice coming through the radio that had you waking, he pushed through the noise of Kate Bush, cutting through the chorus like a hot knife to butter. Easily mantling your heart. pulling the headphones down around your neck as you could listen in. Dustin had turned his radio on ass Steve spoke. Knowing you’d hear, wanting you to hear. “I’m talking like uh, a full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids.” You couldn’t help but to huckle. Five or six kids huh? Interesting. 
“Six?” you heard Nancy squeal and Steve explain. 
“Yeah, six little nuggets, three girls, three boys. And then every summer I figured all us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and just see the country, you know the Rockies, the Grand Canyon, maybe even Yellowstone—end up in some beachside town in California.” You caught yourself imagining a life with Steve and his brood, three boys and three girls, a mix or you and him, smiling to yourself in your empty hospital room. “Spend a week parked in the sand, learn how to surf or something.”
“That sounds nice—” Nancy replied softly. “Expect for the six-kid part, man I feel sorry for whoever ends up marrying you Harrington.” She chuckled. “But I have a feeling I know the only person who’d want to have six of your spawn.” Nancy teased. “That sounds like a total nightmare, but Y/n she’d bring the calmness that entire situation would need.”
“If only I had some practice.” Steve gestured to the motorhome full of kids as you chuckled to yourself, listening through the radio Dustin was holding near Steve. “You know I’ve thought about it, just skipping the whole uh, girlfriend part and jumping straight for the shiny ring and big romantic gesture—ask her to marry me.” Dustin froze, not sure if he should have kept his radio on any longer. Your heart skipped what felt like six beats in your chest as your entire body felt like it had been lit on fire. “I just, can’t live without her you know—”
“I think we’ve all seen that you can’t over the past few weeks.” Nancy agreed. “But don’t rush things, she’s a gem Steve, don’t waste a single moment, but smell the roses along the way.” 
The radio cut off a second after Nancy had finished speaking, silence filling your room, the monition beeping of your heart rate monitor the only thing cutting through the immense silence. 
“I have to get outta here.” You groaned to yourself, Sitting up with a gasp. “Dammit.” You groaned as you stood slowly. Holding your stomach as you ripped the wires from your arm. Waddling over to the pile of clothes that had been forgotten on a chair in the corner of the room, a note falling to the ground as you picked the pile up. Curiosity getting the better of you as you bent down to read it. It was Nancy’s handwriting. A simple note that made you smile. Gave you strength. 
For when you wanna kick some more arse. -- Nancy xx
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Eddie’s trailer was further away then you initially thought. However, with the help of an older gentleman who had been parking his car in the underground carpark at the hospital– it didn't end up being as far of a walk as you had anticipated it to be. you were thankful for that, because the drop from our second story window from your hospital room off the makeshift ladder you had made with the sheets from your bed wasn't as kind. 
Gravel flung up against the car doors as you came to a screeching halt just outside Eddie’s trailer, hobblingly as you tried to race up the three stairs that led you to the front door. You could hear Dustin screaming from the inside, barging through the door in a panic.
“What's wrong! Dustin, what’s wrong!” you asked, panic lacing your voice as you hobbled towards him. Shock and utter confusion plaguing his face as he turned to see you, tears in his eyes as snot began to run from his nose. Collecting himself momentarily, Dustin explained.
“Eddie pulled the rope down! I can't get back, he’s gonna get hurt Y/n please you have to help me!” kneeling in front of Dustin to match his height, a gentle hand rubbing his forearm to try to calm him just the slightest bit.
“What were you doing!” you cooed, looking around Eddie’s trailer for anything that could help.
“We were the distraction, he was playing his guitar to distract the Demobats, but we got caught and he left me up here before he turned around!”
“Okay, okay, Does Eddie have another guitar?” you asked, concocting a plan quickly in your head.
“Yeah, he should, in his room? Why?” you did your best to stand without a groan, not wanting to lead Dustin onto the fact you were in agony. Your entropy body throbbed, making it hard to rush down the hall to where you thought Eddie’s room might be. “What are you doing!” Dustin shouted from behind you, watching as you grabbed one of Eddies’ older less looked after electric guitars. Turning back to Dustin with a smirk.
“We’re gonna go get Eddie.”
“Steve is gonna kill me–” Dustin mumbled as you raced past him, blood starting to drip through your shirt. “And you’re bleeding, great!” Dustin sighed as he followed you up onto a chair you had dragged under the gate that was open on Eddie’s roof. Helping to hoist him up with a groan of agony.
“Yeah well, you win some you lose some Henderson.” shoving him up into the upside down. “And I might just lose this one.”
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Eddie Munson was ready to accept his fate. Perhaps this was his destiny? His moment to shine and his moment to repent for all the things he’d done in his life they maybe weren't so great. A giant swarm of demobats came right for him, coming face to face with death as he held his bat high and a bin lid shield for protection. His uncle wouldn't believe his death, Dustin would find a way to forgive him.
“AHHHHHH—” Eddie bellowed as the bats raced towards him, smacking against his bin lid shield like he wasn't standing there at all. A guitar ref blasting from the speakers atop his upside-down trailer that he recognised with only a few chords. “What the hell?” he panted, turning over his shoulder to see where the bats were heading, who they were heading for. “Oh, there's no way.” Eddie laughed. Cheering as you stood tall atop his trailer, blasting what Eddie could only describe as the best choice of comeback songs to play after being within an inch of your life previously. “Kick ass Y/L/N! Kick ass!” Eddie bellowed as he ran towards his trailer. The bats ahead of him by what felt like miles.
Disposable Heroes by Metallica. Why hadn't Eddie thought of that himself, he felt one, a disposable hero. The way you played the guitar riff was utterly perfect, distracting the bats enough so that Eddie could once again make it to safety. Meeting Dustin at the front of his trailer as bats loomed close, circling above you as you played.
“What is she doing here! Harringtons gonna blow a head gasket if we don’t get her back to Hawkins!” Eddie shouted over the music at Dustin.
“I'm not gonna be the one to tell him!” Dustin shouted back at Eddie as you jumped down from the roof, scaring them both half to death.
“JESUS H CHRIST!” Eddie hissed as you pulled them both inside. “You are seriously one crazy chick Y/L/N, and I thought Wheeler and her collection of guns were bad but this, this is the cherry on top of a very crazy cake.” Eddie shouted from behind you as you helped Dustin up into the gate, using the sheet tied rope Eddie had pulled down previously to do so. Eddie didn't take long to take over as he saw your strength fading, shoving the youngster up into Hawkins. “I don’t like the idea of Harrington coming after me because his crazy girlfriend decided her life was less valuable than mine so could you hurry it up Henderson? These bats are gonna chew through the walls any second now!” Eddie hissed. Turning to you as if to say your next.
“Uh, uh—first of all, not Steve’s girlfriend.” Yet you thought. Steve hadn’t asked you yet. “Second of all, you first Munson, I didn’t climb out of a hospital window, steal a car from and old man, and sacrifice my life once again just for you to say you first!” you rambled as you held your ground, Eddie just stood staring at you with wide eyes. His hair a mess as he tried to take in what you were saying. “Get. Up. The. Rope!” You hissed through gritted teeth, fed up and exhausted. Stepping closer to Eddie as you looked up at Dustin, still teary eyed. “See that kid Munson? He mourned you, he thought you were dead when I got here, so get up that god damn rope before I decide that you maybe weren’t worth saving after all.” It hurt to hear, but Eddie needed the push, the tough love from someone he knew didn’t judge him or hate him. You were in his mind, a genuinely nice person with a good heart full of kindness and your ability to cut through all the bullshit had him climbing that rope faster than you could say hurry. You had always been a kind soul.
“She’s a hard task master Henderson why did we invite her?” Eddie puffed as he climbed back into Hawkins, falling onto his back onto the mattress with a thud. Looking up at you inside the upside down.
“Y/n saved you, she could have died saving you, she saved Steve and you watched her almost die then too.” Dustin explained in your defence. “You left me Eddie, that was selfish and Y/n? she came back she—” a thud interrupted Dustin’s monologue both Eddie and Dustin look up to see you collapsed in a heap at the base of the rope, a soft moan escaping your lips as you held your stomach, your knees to your chest.
“Y/n!” they both screamed, Eddie jumping to his feet as Dustin grabbed his radio.
“Steve, Steve do you copy! Its Dustin, over!” Dustin shouted through his radio. “Answer me god dammit—” he sighed to himself, watching Eddie climb back up into the upside down to rescue you. A selfless act, not a thought other then he’d rather die by demobats trying to save you then by the hands of Steve Harrington for not trying hard enough.
“Now isn’t the time Henderson!” Steve hissed through his radio quietly. Stepping over moving vines. Tip toeing through the Creel house.
“It’s Y/n! she’s here and she just saved Eddie, it was really cool by the way—” Dustin trailed off for a moment. “But she’s here and she’s hurt, and I don’t know what happened, but she’s collapsed near Eddies trailer gate!” Dustin rambled. Steve didn’t think as he dropped the radio, turning to Nancy and Robin.
“I have to go—” racing around vines as Steve ran, ran so fast his heart hurt, so fast he could hear his heart beating in his head.
“Steve—” Dustin shouted through the radio.
“He’s on his way!” Robin replied, turning off the radio as they continued their journey into the creel house, sticking to the plan. Nancy could only smirk to herself, knowing you were too crazy to stay away from a good fight. Her admiration for you growing tenfold.
“Okay, Okay! Eddie’s Steve’s coming, let’s get her outta there alright!” Dustin shouted up into the upside down.
“Yeah, easy for you to say kid!” Eddie shouted back up. “Hey Y/n, c’mon man don’t do this to me—”
“Can you tell Steve I’m sorry, for everything?” you mumbled, looking at Eddie with gazed eyes. “He told me to stay—”
“You can tell him yourself Y/L/N, Eddie replied, panic creeping up on him as he stated to think you might not make it out of this one. “You hear me? You can tell him your—” Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes as he removed his hand from your stomach, covered in blood. Pushing your shirt up to reveal soaked bandages, bloodied to the point of no return. “Oh fuck—”
“Eddie!!!” Steve shouted from the roof, climbing down as he fought of bat after bat! “It’s me!”
“Down here!” hurry man she’s not doing too good!” Eddie shouted as Steve dropped into the trailer, racing to your side as he dropped to his knees. Pushing your hair from your face as he led you in his lap. All Eddie could do was watch on, his own heart breaking, you had saved his life selflessly, paying the price with your own in return. A disposable hero.
“What are you doing to me Y/n?” Steve cooed. “Hey? What are you doing here?”
“You said—” you coughed up blood as you tried to explain, it was so hard to breath. “You said you wanted too—“ you were trying to say you’d heard Steve in the motor home, you wanted to help but got distracted when. “Dustin, needed help.” Shaking his head, Steve held you tight. “Eddie—he’s okay, he’s safe now.”
“I cannot do this, I won’t do this, I’m—”
“I love you, so much, Steve—” you smiled softly, your eyes heavy as your head became limp in his arms. Your vision tunnelling. “It looks like we’ll have to settle for five minutes.” You felt Steve’s tears hitting your face as you forgot how to breathe. “Keep your heart open.”
“No! No Y/n no! you stay with me! You fucking stay with me!! Y/n!” Eddie could speak, all he could do was watch, feeling your blood on his hands. “Baby please stays!” Steve shouted in utter heart ache. “Please—”
“Steve look at me.” Eddie chocked out, his hands coming to Steve’s shoulders even though Steve never took his eyes off you. “When you come out of this storm man, you won’t be that same person that went into it. That’s what the storm in all about, when—when you can’t control what’s happening to you, you control how you respond to it.” Eddie smirked. “That’s where your power is man, so let’s just get her outta here man, we gotta work fast—” Eddie tried to speak sense into the situations. “let’s get her outta here and to the hospital. But we have to do it now and do it fast, the longer we stay here doing nothing the less chance she has, don’t give up on her.” Steve nodded in response as Eddie helped him lift you.
“You aren’t taking her you hear me” Steve mumbled to whatever god would hear him. “You aren’t taking her from me.”
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Neon lights drew you into a new reality. The second lever of the star court mall. Looking down into the hand, a bunch of wilted roses, slowly dying the longer you held them. An elegant wedding dress dawned your body, confusions plastered across your face. Why where you here?
“So—” a familiar voice spoke softly, coaxing your attention his way as he leaned over the railing, looking down at the bottom level. “It seems as though whenever I appear as Steve Harrington, you never want to say, so I thought I’d give another skin ago.”
“Billy?” you questioned. You had never really had a good friendship with Billy Hargrove, more acquaintances as best. “What are you doing here I—” knowing Billy was dead after an untimely demise you stopped yourself. “I’m dead, aren’t I?”
“No, well—not yet anyway.” Billy replied as you walked closer to where he stood, still looking over the railing. “But I came for you, twice already, and both times you chose to stay, so perhaps a third might be the one where you decide to come with me.”
“Why would I go with you? What the hell is going on?” you hissed, starting to panic before who you thought was Billy morphed before your eyes into Steve. Beautiful, loving Steve.
“You’re too afraid to leave me behind, so you keep fighting to stay, for me.” Stepping closer to you as you stepped back, watching as Steve morphed into Nancy. “Here” Nancy looked around, gesturing to the mall you were in. “this is your own personal heaven, your most cherished memories live here. Why wouldn’t you want to spend the rest of your days, an eternal life after death, here, with them.” Nancy morphed back into Billy; it was truly the most terrifying thing you had ever seen. He reached for your wrist, slicing it with something sharp you didn’t quite see, blood dripping from your wrist before it mended within seconds. “Here you can’t feel pain, here you can’t be hurt.”
“But I’m not ready to die, I’m—”
“You have a choice Y/n, and I’m only here to guide you with whatever you decide. This is your cross-roads.” Billy explained. “If you stay here, whatever you desire, whatever your wildest dreams are, whatever your greatest wishes are, you can have them.” You thought for a second that maybe that didn’t seem so bad. “But if you go, your vessel is broken, its bruised and you will live in pain for what I can only imagine will be months. Agony, from choices you made.”
“But Steve—” you sighed, the ground lever of the Star Court mall now your hospital room. You could see yourself lying with tubes down your throat surrendered by monitors and machines. That familiar beeping, and Steve, sleeping right beside you, his hand in yours. “I just wanna be with Steve—” as you looked down at yourself, whatever was projecting itself as Billy morphed into Steve once again.
“You can have me, I’m right here.” Steve cooed, stepping closer to where you stood. “I came to you in your Waldenbooks dream, and in your bedroom, both times you pushed me away out of fear, panic. But this time? You can stay and we can be together, forever.” It seemed too good to be true. Contemplating the feeling of a forever internal love. You signed.
“But you aren’t Steve, I want the Steve beside my bed, because that’s the Steve who loves me the most, not an angelic version, I just want the human, imperfect Steve.”
“I can be whatever version of Steve you need me to be if you decide to stay.” The angel spoke as he watched you watching yourself down below. The way Steve slept next to you broke your heart.
“Please take me back—” you whispered softly. “I need to go back.” You sobbed. It was only with a gentle push against your forehead did your eyes widen, taking in the florescent lighting of your hospital room. Gagging on tubes shoved into your throat before you calmed down. Coughing as the nurses worked to gently remove them. Watching as you calmed down. Turning to Steve as he looked at your stunned, with so much love in your heart that it hurt.
“Am I still dreaming or is that you Harrington?” you cooed, reaching out for Steve as he came closer, your fingertips tracing his stubble. Steve held back tears as he gently chuckled, of cause that would be the first thing you’d say after four days. Just thankful to have you back.
“Yeah, it’s me Y/n, don’t cream your pants.”
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The Siblings have been Selected!
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are you ready to see your favorite sets of tragic siblings go head to head? Well here are you contestants entering!
Polls will be random for the first round and continue on from there bracket style!
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Azula and Zuko from Avatar The Last Airbender
Diluc and Kaeya from Genshin Impact
Donald and Della from Ducktales 2017
Nahyuta and Apollo from Ace Attorney
Vi and Jinx from Arcane
Caleb and Phillip Wittebane from The Owl House
Mari and Sunny from OMORI
Chara and Asriel from Undertale
Luffy and Ace and Sabo from One Piece
Lucas and Claus from Mother 3
Ingo and Emmet from Pokemon
Sam & Dean Winchester from Supernatural
Ed and Al Elric from FullMetal Alchemist
Eda & Lilith Clawthorne from The Owl House
Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Yanli from Mo Dao Zu Shi
Miles Edgeworth and Franziska Von Karma from Ace Attorney
Dick Grayson and Jason Todd from DC
Dess and Noelle from Deltarune
Rillaine and Allen from Evilious Chronicles
Elsa and Anna from Frozen
Thor and Loki from Marvel
Garmadon and Wu from Ninjago
Klavier Gavin and Kristoph Gavin from Ace Attorney
Andrés, Guillermo, Kara and Tamara from Enderbomb
Natsu & Zeref Dragneel from Fairy Tail
Floofty And Snorpy Fizzlebean from Bugsnax
Adaine and Aelwyn Abernant from Fantasy High
Maki and Mai from Jujustu Kaisen
Strelitzia and Lauriam/Marluxia from Kingdom Hearts 
Sasuke and Itachi Uchiha from Naruto
NiGHTS and Reala from NiGHTS into Dreams
Thalia and Jason Grace from Percy Jackson
Bianca  and Nico Di Angelo  from Percy Jackson
Rameses and Moses from The Prince of Egypt
Mephone 4 and 4s from Inanimate Insanity
Taako and Lup from The Adventure Zone
Ianthe and Coronabeth Tridentarius from The Locked Tomb 
Dante and Gene from Minecraft Diaries
Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire from A Series of Unfortunate Events
Kamado Tanjirou and Kamado Nezuko from Demon Slayer
Hornet and The Hollow Knight from Hollow Knight
Killua and Alluka Zoldyck from Hunter x Hunter
Celestia and Luna from My Little Pony
Vash and Knives from Trigun
Mipha and Sidon from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild
Lumine and Aether from Genshin Impact
Alice and Reko Yabusame from Your Turn to Die
Brambleclaw and Hawkfrost from Warrior Cats
Ponyboy and Darry from The Outsiders
Aaron and Alex Stowe from The Unwanteds
Shigeo Kageyama (Mob) and Ritsu Kageyama from Mob Psycho 100
Hiro and Tadashi Hamada from Big Hero 6
Shadow and Maria from Sonic 
Annie and Hallie from The Parent Trap
Ophelia and Laertes from Hamlet
Ajax and Teucer from The Odyssey
Yin and Jin (The Gold and Silver Demons) from Lego Monkey Kid
Starfire and Blackfire from Teen Titans
The Afton Siblings from Five Nights at Freddys
Kanna Kizuchi and Shin Tsukimi from Your Turn To Die
Hershel Layton and Jean Descole from Professor Layton
Stan and Ford Pines from Gravity Falls
Saeran and Saeyoung from Mystic Messenger
Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa from Star Wars
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4. Capable
Acnologia x F!Reader Smut series
Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Fear, Acnologia grabs reader by the shirt, manhandling, size kink, smut, rough sex, creampie
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Hiro Mashima
Synopsis: Unsure of the deal you made with Acnologia, you ponder what you could do to keep dragon slayers away from his claws. Unbeknownst to you though, Acnologia knows you better than you think
Word count: 2.2k
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Trudging through the evergreen forest after visiting the city, you tried to avoid stepping on small rocks and fallen branches. Your features showed a rather troubled look as the deal you made with Acnologia last night swirled inside your head. 
Despite what you had agreed on, you didn’t want anyone to die. So while Acnologia had gone to mind whatever plans he had, you used the opportunity to try to devise your own on how to at least warn Fairy Tail of what was coming. 
Meeting them was out of the question, because Acnologia could smell if you had interacted with a dragon slayer. It’d have to be more subtle and cautious, like a letter maybe. You’d have to ponder more details and remember to stay careful so he wouldn’t suspect anything. 
Finally arriving home, you strolled near the cliff and stopped to stare into the distance. The sun was setting behind the wavy ocean and showing its last display of colors and light. 
As the fading rays warmed your skin, you looked up at the shades of the evening sky. Wind got caught up in your hair as you acknowledged the fact that getting involved with Fairy Tail was a huge risk. If Acnologia would find out your efforts in aiding his enemies, the deal would be off. He would most likely return to his original plans and in that case there would be no more sunsets left to admire. 
You sighed heavily and decided to go to rest. It would be dark soon and planning something that would risk everyone’s lives including yours was exhausting. Dragging your feet to the front door, you unlocked it and stepped inside. Starting to ponder what to have for dinner, you were so lost in your own head that you didn’t even notice you weren’t alone. 
Suddenly chills ran down your spine, momentarily freezing your blood and making your eyes wide as you became aware of his presence.
“..I-I thought you left,” you stuttered and turned around, facing Acnologia who was leaning against the dresser. His arms were crossed and his mighty being was surrounded with a stern atmosphere. 
“Where were you?” He asked with a doubtful tone in his voice. 
It concerned you, mainly because of your earlier thoughts. But when you realize you haven’t done anything wrong, you straightened your posture. 
“In the city..” You replied a little too casually while walking to the kitchen counter to unpack some food. 
“Why?” He asked while starting to advance you.
“I bought some groceries and visited the pharmacy,” you replied quietly with your back turned to him. You didn’t understand why he was asking these questions, because even if he had followed you, he wouldn’t have caught you doing anything even slightly suspicious.
You turned around to face him, but flinched as you almost bumped into his chest. Looking up at him in confusion, your heart skipped a beat at his serious expression that seemed to know you had been plotting something. You tensed up, realizing that you might seem sketchy to him and that was dangerous. 
Suddenly his lips twisted into a smug smirk and as he placed his hands on the counter, trapping you in between them, you cringed in discomfort.
“You and I have some unfinished business,“ he said. 
You swallowed as your throat went dry quite quickly, “Okay..”
“Last night I saw some defiance in your usually docile nature,“ he pointed out and you barely nodded, nervous of where he was going with this. His deep blue eyes studied yours for a few seconds.
“Are you up to something?“ 
Your heart jumped up your throat. It’s like he had read your thoughts. Nevertheless you were able to respond quickly and without hesitation. 
“No. W-what makes you think that..?” You asked cautiously.
“You have a tendency to put everyone else’s needs ahead of your own,“ he pointed out in the manner of someone thinking out loud. He then brought his hand on the side of your neck, his thumb brushing the smooth skin of it. Although it seemed affectionate, you knew to stay wary.
“You’re a kind girl for making sure that I won’t kill any innocent people,” he said ominously and it made you swallow again. He then slowly lowered his hand down the side of your neck, stopping at your collarbone. 
“Problem is you believe everyone is innocent,” suddenly he grasped your shirt, ignoring the pitiful whine you emitted and pulled you closer to himself, forcing you to stand on the tip of your toes. 
“You wouldn’t be so stupid to actually oppose me, now would you?“ He asked calmly. 
“N-no.. I-I wouldn’t..“ you stuttered in fear, bringing your hands on top of his to ease the tight grip. 
“I really suggest you tell me now while I’m still in a somewhat good mood.“
“P-please..I-I would never..“ The distressed look in your eyes wasn’t enough to convince Acnologia of your innocence. However, his grip loosened just enough for your heels to touch the floor again. You inhaled deeply in relief, but as his stern gaze remained, you knew you needed to do something to regain his trust. Swallowing thickly, you took in a calming breath.
“..I could never oppose you,” you reassured quietly while keeping your trembling hands on his and looking him in the eyes.
“I promise..” Slowly and carefully, you guided his hand under your shirt, which clearly awakened his intrigue. Biting your bottom lip, you used your other hand to lift the hem of your skirt.
Acnologia observed closely as you used your thumb to pull your panties down the bare skin of your thighs. As he turned his eyes back to you and you showed him an innocent smile, his lips formed a smug smirk. 
“Is this your way to prove loyalty to me?“ He asked. 
“Could be.. Is it working?“ You asked, smiling shyly and batting your eyelashes. 
“Perhaps.“
He pressed his lips on yours while you put your hands on the sides of his neck, responding with the same passion. His big hands grabbed your waist and hoisted you up on the kitchen counter. Grasping a handful of your hair from the back of your head, he yanked and forced you to look up at him.
“Open up,” he commanded and you obeyed, parting your lips. 
As he brought two of his fingers into your mouth, you closed your lips around them. Sucking lewdly at his digits and swirling your tongue around them, he watched you closely. His breath heavy from arousal, blood rushing to his nether region and making his cock twitch in anticipation.
“That’s it.. Spread your legs,“ as you parted your thighs, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and immediately sneaked them under your skirt, in between your legs. A needy whine left your lips as he moved his fingers in and out of you, preparing your little hole for him to use.
He was impatient, not wanting to waste too much time on foreplay so when he decided that you were ready, he pulled his fingers out and lowered his pants, just enough to free his hardened cock.
He pulled you closer and grabbed his erection, pressing the head of it against your tight entrance. As he pushed inside you, you shut your eyes, feeling the burn as your walls stretched around him. He leaned his muscular form against you and placed his hands flat on the counter.
You draped your arm around his neck, your other hand supporting your dainty figure as he started slamming his hips against yours. Hard and steady thrusts, you had difficulties holding your posture as he clearly didn’t intend to go easy on you.
His muscles were tense and he groaned almost in an aggressive manner. He was solely focused on nothing else but the feeling of your warm, wet pussy, squeezing tightly around his cock and pleasuring him so good. 
You were holding onto him and keeping your legs up on his sides while your body moved in sync with his hard thrusts. Your skirt was bunched up on your waist, but even when it served no real hindrance, to Acnologia it was an inconvenience.
He suddenly pulled out and hastily brought his hands on the waistband of your skirt, fingers hooking under it to violently tug it down your legs. Kicking his own pants off, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up. 
Carrying you to the bed, he laid you down on the soft sheets before setting himself between your legs. Thrusting his cock back in your dripping pussy, he started pounding into you again, making you throw your head back in bliss. Your cries were pure despair as his cock abused your sweet spot, your hands scratching his strong, veiny arms as you could feel the pleasure building in your lower belly. Brows furrowing, body squirming and your back arching at the approaching release.
“I-I’m cuming…!” You cried out as you reached your bliss, pleasure washing over you in waves as your walls pulsed steadily around him. Acnologia continued fucking you, a pleasured grunt reverberating in his throat as your walls clenched around him so deliciously. 
You embraced the blissful feeling, allowing yourself to bask in the afterglow when suddenly Acnologia’s harsh voice burst that bubble.
“Lie on your stomach,” he commanded. You didn’t hesitate, but your body was numb from the orgasm, therefore too slow to move as fast as he wanted, so he draped an arm around you and flipped you on your belly. He forced your hips up a little before moving himself on top of you again. 
Guiding his cock back in your pussy, your walls allowed him in with ease. Placing his weight on his forearms, he started fucking you mercilessly. 
You closed your eyes and carefully placed your other hand on his arm, needing something to hold onto as he abused your pussy. In a way you felt safe underneath his big form, but it also reminded you how small and helpless you were as he used your little hole to get himself off. 
Your fluids dripped on the sheets as he slammed inside you harder. Writhing underneath him, you tried to ease the rough effect on your body, but Acnologia pressed his stronger body against yours, hands wrapping around your wrists to prevent you from doing so. 
“Hold still.. Nnghh I’m almost done,” he grunted.
His pace became so relentless that you needed to muffle your screams, which turned into choked cries. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation, but Acnologia was too lost in the pleasure to notice your struggling. 
He was panting heavily, his balls slapping against your wet dripping pussy, tightening in approaching orgasm and making his thrusts erratic and sloppy. 
“I’m fucking cuming..!” He growled, teeth gritting as he shot his load in steady spurts deep inside your pussy. His muscles tensed up, shivers running down his skin and his legs trembled. You whined quietly as he held you still to make sure to fill your pussy well.
As he descended from his high, he sighed in a satisfied manner and released you from his strong grip. Pulling his spent cock out of your messy hole, you whimpered as his sperm leaked down your fluttering hole. He laid himself beside you while you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes were closed and you were beyond exhausted.
Acnologia glanced at your poor form and although he was mostly pitiless, he still brought his hands on your waist and pulled you against himself. Folding his arm behind his head, he draped the other one around you.
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“You okay?” He asked in his usual low tone.
“Mmm.. I’m fine,” you whispered with your eyes closed as you were about to drift away into a peaceful sleep. But suddenly you opened your eyes, understanding that now when he’s calmed down, you should use the opportunity to ask him a few questions.
Shifting in your place, you leaned on your elbow and looked at him, “Umm.. I was just wondering.. Why would you believe I was up to something..?” Acnologia was quiet for a short moment before speaking.
“It’s never taken me more than a look to make you spill whatever it is I think you’re hiding,“ he said and your heart jumped a little as he shifted his dark blue gaze at you.
“I can see you’re more capable now.“
“Oh.. W-well, I hope I managed to ease your suspicions,” you said coyly, but he still looked at you doubtfully.
“What were you doing in the pharmacy?” He suddenly asked.
Your cheeks heated immediately and you avoided his gaze, “Uhh.. You came inside me twice last night and I’m not on the pill so..” you mumbled. His expression remained, but you showed him an unarmed smile. 
“Do you trust me..?” You asked and there was a few seconds of silence.
“For now.”
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The Silver Dragon (29/?)
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character
Word Count: 2730
Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.
Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.
Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?
Chapter Summary: Aemond and Arianwyn relax with a shared bath after their dragonflight.
Warnings: Allusions to sex.
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The Bath
Emrys groaned with disappointment when Arianwyn turned him back to the city, while Aemond and Vhagar descended back to the Tourney Grounds. He wanted to stay with his new companion and continue to learn from her.
He had learned from her on their flight. Or at least, he tried to.
Vhagar was desperate for him to fly upside down with her, but he got nervous every time he tilted too far and began to lose altitude. She demonstrated how to keep airborne for so long that Aemond had nearly gotten sick, but he still never quite caught on.
The dragons had only stopped their nearly nauseating attempts when their riders assured them they would fly together again many times.
But even now, Emrys grumbled, not wanting to leave Vhagar behind.
“Ziry iksos tolī uēpa naejot deal rūsīr ao syt tolī bōsa,” Arianwyn chided. “Ivestragī zirȳla ēdrugon.” She is too old to deal with you for too long. Let her rest.
Vhagar was, indeed, a century and a half older than him. There could be no doubt that his boundless energy would, at some point, start to grate on her. It was better to keep their meetings short until the Queen of the Dragons was used to her new friend: “Byka ossȳngnon,” as Aemond named him that afternoon. The Little Dread.
Emrys shivered, purposefully tossing her about in her saddle in protest. But his rider was not swayed.
Arianwyn rolled her eyes as she guided him down to the Dragonpit. “Emā naejot return naejot Dreamfyre, se ivestragon zirȳla nūmāzma mirre se kirimves ēdā.” You have to return to Dreamfyre and tell her about all the fun you had.
That, at least, seemed to sate him enough that he protested no further, landing in the courtyard of the Dragonpit without fuss. But when his rider dismounted, he let out a forlorn whimper.
“Kesan sagon arlī hemtubis, Emrys,” she assured him, with a final pat to the tip of his nose. “ Īlon kessa sōvegon lēda zirȳla arlī pār.” I will be back tomorrow. We shall fly with her again then.
He snorted against her palm. A question. “You promise?”
“Nyke kivio,” she replied. I promise.
With that, Emrys lazily blinked his bright blue eyes, telling her he loved her and would wait for her.
But as he turned back to the Dragonkeepers to follow them to his den, he made it quite clear that he would not wait patiently. He was already having fun with the monks, brushing his tail against their feet to make them stumble and trilling proudly when they did.
“Kesan ūndegon ao hemtubis! Syt sir, kesan sagon lēda ñuha valzȳrys – sepār se lanta hen īlva,” Arianwyn called back, not caring that the Dragonkeepers would hear her as well. I will see you tomorrow! For now, I will be with my husband - just the two of us.
She laughed as she heard a few novices gasp at her words but said nothing before getting back in her carriage.
Ser Warren Crayne raised a thick eyebrow as he held open the coach door. “Do I want to know what you just said?”
“I don’t believe you do, Ser,” she said with a mischievous grin.
The old man sighed, his black eyes twinkling as he shut the door and mounted his own horse. Once they were moving through the city streets, he turned to his partner for the day, the ever-morose Ser Sterlan Coldwater.
“We always knew she would be married someday,” he said, sounding for all the world like a father at wit’s end. “And I am glad that she has made a love match. Prince Aemond will treat her well. But… I don’t think I will ever get used to looking at her and seeing a woman – a wife –  rather than the sweet, innocent little girl we followed from the Vale.”
Ser Sterlan shook his head. “She hasn’t been that little girl for some time, Warren. And it’s a good thing. You saw her standing up to her father in the Throne Room and, just now, so confident on the back of that beast. So take heart in the fact that Rhea would be very proud of the woman she’s become.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Warren answered. “I never asked. What was the message she had you send back to the castle earlier?”
The smile on Sterlan’s face nearly matched that of his Lady. “I don’t believe you want to know that either, Ser.”
-
Aemond was not in the solar when Arianwyn arrived back at their quarters. But she didn’t have time to consider why, not when she was so taken by the room itself.
The bare walls and empty tables were no more.
Against the far wall was a massive tapestry, a relic of the First Men depicting the crowning of Yorwyck I, the first of the Bronze Kings. It had hung in Runestone for millennia, a tradition that Ser Gerold Royce had broken when he brought it to Arianwyn for her tenth nameday.
A massive new bookshelf had been brought in and stuffed full. But it had obviously not been enough, as two open chests, brimming with even more books, were set in the corner of the room.
And above the hearth, two bronze swords were newly mounted. A matched pair, with Runes engraved within the fullers. A small note hung from one of the hilts, tied with green ribbon.
As she looked around the room at each new addition, from an entire set of polished Bronze armor to a small, ordinary wooden trinket box, she realized they were all her things. Every gift she had ever received from Gerold and Aemond, everything she had ever owned – save for the few measly possessions that remained on Dragonstone – was here.
“I know we’ll have to pack it all up again when we go to Runestone,” Aemond mused from where he stood beneath the doorframe. He smiled as he removed his gloves, savoring the look of delight on his wife’s face. “But as long as we have to stay here while my mother plans her feasts and celebrations, I wanted it to feel like home.”
Arianwyn surged forward, leaping into his arms as she brought her lips to his. He kissed her back, wrapping his hands around her waist and laughing at her enthusiasm.
“You are my home, Aemond,” she said, “I don’t need anything else. Still, I appreciate the gesture.”
He blushed under her adoring gaze, then pulled her in to kiss her forehead. Even now, when he had seen every inch of her, that smile still threatened to overwhelm him. Perhaps she had somehow enchanted him, and that was why his knees felt weak every time she fixed him with those shining silver eyes.
But then she pulled out of his arms, only keeping their little fingers entwined as she led him to the bathing room. She was no witch; it was far simpler than that.
She was just perfect.
“I’m afraid I don’t remember your manservant’s name,” she whispered, sliding his coat off his shoulders. “I actually don’t know if he ever gave it. But I’ll have to thank him, he’s done a wonderful job. The water is still warm.”
Aemond glanced down at the large tub in the middle of the room. It was, in fact, filled with steaming water. The table beside it held all manner of soaps and oils – including many he did not recognize. Arianwyn’s, then.
“When did you arrange this?” he asked. She had been with him practically every moment since they woke, and he had watched as her carriage left the castle. When had she found the time?
She just smiled as she continued to undress him. “Ser Sterlan sent a raven from the Dragonpit while we were flying.”
“You had a raven sent?” Aemond asked in disbelief, raising his arms at her instruction so she could remove his shirt. “Just so there would be a bath ready when we returned?”
Her eyes danced with amusement as she busied herself with the laces of his trousers. When she finished, she hooked her thumbs in his waistband and looked back up at him, pouting with feigned disappointment. “Do you not want to take a bath with me?”
He tightened his lips as he stifled a smile, his long nose scrunching up as he did his best to look annoyed and grabbed her chin. “You are a wicked thing, little wife of mine.”
With a single tug on his trousers, pulling him closer to her, Arianwyn’s pout melted into a great smile. She wrapped a hand around his neck and brought him down for a kiss.
“I knew you would,” she whispered against him, trailing a finger down his bare chest. “Now, I certainly hope you can get my clothes off faster than you put them on. I don’t want the water to go cold.”
Aemond pressed his forehead to hers and obeyed without protest, ridding her of her armor so quickly that he snapped nearly every lace. By the time she was naked, only her left bracer remained intact.
“You have to stop tearing my clothes, or Brynna will want to have words with you,” she teased as she stepped into the tub, holding his outstretched hand for balance.
He gave a smug grin as he stepped in behind her, pressing a single kiss to the back of her neck before lowering them both down to recline against opposite sides of the tub. As he savored the feeling of the hot water against his skin, he decided that he, too, would have to thank Kiran for his excellent work.
“Then I suppose I should be grateful that she is currently confined to the Maester’s Tower,” he said, his eyes wandering from Arianwyn’s face to how her curls fell around her breasts.
She followed his gaze and splashed water into his face. “Don’t think that will keep you safe,” she taunted, “There is not a jailer in the world who could hold her, let alone poor Orwyle.”
“In my experience, Orwyle is a more than capable jailer,” he replied with latent annoyance.
“Well, he had to be strict with you,” she shot back, “to stop you from hurting yourself further!”
“And what would you know about it?” He asked as he reached a hand beneath the water to grip her ankle and pull her towards him.
She only giggled as she nestled herself between his legs, wrapping her own around his waist. “Orwyle told me!”
“When?”
“In his notes. The ones he put in your letters when he was writing for you,” Arianwyn explained, leaning back to grab a plush cloth and a small block of soap from the table beside them. But when she moved to start washing her husband, he wrapped a hand around her wrist to stop her.
“You and Orwyle were exchanging secret messages in my letters? Why?” He wasn’t sure whether to be angry or impressed and ended up confused.
Arianwyn tilted her head, amused by the bewildered expression on his face. It wasn’t often that she was able to keep a secret from him, even unintentionally. Part of her wanted to stay silent, to revel in this small power she held over him.
But she could never do that. Her soul had always been open to him, her entire being laid bare for him and him alone.
Besides, she had promised she would always be honest with him.
“It was only a few times,” she assured, running her fingers through his unbound hair. “And he never said much. He just didn’t want me to think him as dictatorial as you made him out to be.”
He leaned into her touch, releasing her wrist. “But he didn’t tell you how sick I really was? How long it actually took me to recover?”
“No,” she whispered, running the soapy cloth along his chest. “So, you cannot be angry with him about that. But I certainly can.”
“Don’t be,” he cupped her chin, bringing her eyes back to his face. “I’m fine now. I got better. See?”
He turned so that his scar faced her – for once, not afraid of it being seen.
Just as she bore her soul for him, he let her see every part of him. Without shame, for he knew she would never – could never – shy away from any of it.
-
They sat in the water in comfortable silence, taking turns washing each other between soft, languid kisses.
Arianwyn was deliriously happy, laying back against Aemond’s chest as he massaged hair soaps and oils into her scalp with his long, nimble fingers. It took all her effort to keep her eyes open, but she did.
She wanted to watch him. To see his sapphire reflect sunlight off the bathwater. To see the corners of his lips turn up ever so slightly each time she smiled or moaned at his delicate touches. To see the perpetual tightness of his jaw fade as he let himself relax entirely with her in his arms.
“I hope…” he whispered. Then he shut his mouth tight, sadness sweeping over his face as he shook his head.
“What is it, my love?” Arianwyn asked, reaching up to hold his face. But he turned away from her hand and withdrew his own from her hair.
He shook his head again. “It’s nothing, Aria.”
“Obviously, it’s not,” she countered, sitting up and turning around to face him. He didn’t even look at her, focusing instead on the ripples in the water until they stilled.
“I don’t want to upset you,” he whispered, holding out a hand to her. “Just lay back down. Let me finish washing your hair.”
“No!” she said, once again pouting. But this time, it was real. “Not until you tell me what you were going to say!”
He sighed, biting his lips as he considered how to say it. They had been having such a good day; he did want to ruin it. Finally, he just spat it out. “I was going to say that I hope our children have your hair.”
Arianwyn’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide. He was sure he had just ruined their day.
“Why would that ever upset me?” she asked, her voice impossibly soft. “Aemond, that’s lovely.”
He looked back at her, her sweet face crumpling with sadness. Gods forgive him. He had been so wrong.
“I just thought…” he stammered, surging forward to grab her shoulders and pull her into his chest.
“You think I don’t want to have children.”
“Am I wrong?”
“Yes, you idiot!” she cried, pushing on his shoulder. “Of course, I want to have children – your children. A whole army of them. I thought I made that clear last night.”
 “If it’s what we both want, why do we have to wait?” He smiled, despite her scowl, her words warming his heart. Then, needing to feel her against him, he drew her closer to his chest. “We could get started right here, right now.”
She could feel his growing arousal pressing against her, but she shook her head. “We have to wait because… because I am selfish,” she explained. “I want you all to myself, at least for a little while. I don’t want to share you with anyone, not even our children.”
Aemond leaned against her, the suds still in her hair tickling his skin. Hearing her say the words “our children” was practically divine. He cursed himself for doubting her and vowed he would not delay making amends. “Then I will gladly wait, and savor having you all to myself, as well.”
A smile returned to her face as he turned her around, laying her back against his chest to continue massaging the oils and soaps into her hair. Their sweet silence returned. They did not need words. Aemond apologized with every tender brush of his fingers, and she forgave him with a single, slow blink.
“I will pray that they have your hair,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
She pushed back against his chest, savoring the closeness. “And I will pray that they have your eyes.”
“Then it is decided: your hair and my eyes,” he said as he lowered her into the water to rinse her beautiful curls. “I can hardly wait – but I will.”
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