#//He was out his room's window & teleported as far out & away as he could before trying to run back to Springvale w/out hurling on the way

[draconic-desire]

A Dance With the Dragon II — Mates

Yandere Neuvillette x Reader

[Part I] [Part II — You are here] [Part III]

Neuvillette brings you to your new “home”, which also comes with new challenges.

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, forced imprisonment, Neuvillette accidentally goes a little feral here, brief non-con at the end

One of the first things Neuvillette did was move you from the apartment at the Palais Mermonia (your prison for the past four centuries) to his personal residence. Securing his palms to your waist, he teleported you directly into the foyer of the massive home.

The interior was splashed with blues and whites that matched the Chief Justice’s own color palette. The upper walls were decorated with friezes depicting various marine creatures, from floating otters (how ironic) to bobbing seahorses. A grand spiral staircase led to the upper floor, while a set of double French doors connected the foyer to a massive living room adorned with plush love seats and armchairs, tasteful artwork of Fontainian landscapes, and enormous windows that overlooked the sea. It appeared the house was set into a cliffside, with the waves battering the rocks far beneath you.

You paced into the living room, running your hand along the blue silk couch cushions. To your left, a door led out to what appeared to be an inclosed courtyard with a miniature fountain. To the right was a closed door, a familiar dragon carved into its exterior. Your arm burned in resonance.

Though you were loathe to admit it, the place was beautiful.

“Do you like it?”

Shifting your gaze to him, it was clear that Neuvillette was desperate for your approval. Ever since he let you outside to discover the true length of your imprisonment, you had rarely spoken a word to him. Clearly, your silence had done a number on him, as the normally composed man was fidgeting nervously.

When you kept quiet, Neuvillette cleared his throat. “I admit, part of why things took so long was due to my insistence that everything be perfect for your arrival. I rearranged our bedroom perhaps a dozen times, and I couldn’t for the life of me decide what your personal room should entail.” When you glanced out towards the fountain, he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, that was a…sentimental addition. It makes me think of how we met.”

You’d never forget that Archons-damned fountain. If only you hadn’t been so naive. Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, go away.

Neuvillette extended his palm towards you in what appeared to be both a peace offering and an order. “Shall I give you a tour?”

Suddenly your feet appeared very interesting. What were you supposed to say? This technically was your home now, like it or not. You’d become painstakingly familiar with it with time. Although you weren’t imprisoned within the Palais as before, your new life still promised shackles nonetheless.

“Could you just show me my personal room?” You sighed. “I’d prefer to just rest after that.”

Neuvillette smiled softly, relishing the sound of your voice. “Of course.”

Twisting his fingers through your own, he led you towards the dragon door. Once again, your hidden tattoo pulsed with energy. It felt like a pull forward, a welcoming embrace. You realized then that there must be some sort of warding spell on this room, likely meaning only you and your captor could enter.

Marvelous.

Pushing the door open, Neuvillette swept his arm gracefully through the entrance. “After you, my love.”

You stepped in and immediately went still.

For in every direction around you was rows upon shelves upon stories of books.

Neuvillette had build you your own personal library.

And not just that. You noticed that entire sections pertained to your personal interests—marine biology, photography, even your personal favorite genres of novels. A separate door labeled Dark Room promised an avenue for you to pick up photography again. Similar couches and chairs as the living room were arranged around a huge coffee table, and a cracking hearth added to the cozy atmosphere.

Your throat bobbed. You had always dreamed of owning a room like this, a place where all your passions converged. But to have it under these circumstances…you didn’t know how to react, torn between frustration and a grateful little voice in the back of your head that you buried at once. No, I didn’t earn this. I don’t want this. It was forced on me.

All you could choke out was, “This is…mine?”

“Down to the last book.” You could hear the pride in his voice. “I spent the most time on this room. Over a century to get it right.”

You startled. A century? Your heart stumbled, but your hands fisted by your sides. So much given, yet what had it cost you?

Shaking your head, you simply said, “I’d like to be alone.” Connecting your eyes with his, you could see his hurt, the expectation of a grand reaction on your part that you refused to indulge.

However, the look was quickly wiped from his face, for he must have seen something broken in your facade. A muscle in his jaw feathered as he approached you, a gloved hand stroking your cheek. “I understand you must be overwhelmed. I’ll leave you to explore,” Neuvillette said, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading for the exit.

“Neuvillette?”

Said man turned back towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Why me?” You grabbed your arm where the shadow of your draconic tattoo hid. “Why…all this?”

His gaze immediately softened. “My dear, we have centuries for me to show you.”

~*~

It was times when Neuvillette was vulnerable that it was hardest to hate him.

He had returned home after a long day at court to find you sitting in the courtyard on the edge of the fountain, peering up at the night sky as if the stars held some answers. Moonlight bathed you in an ethereal glow, and if he didn’t already think you a goddess, he would have pledged himself to you then and there.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, too involved in your own thoughts. True to his word, Neuvillette had given you time and space to enjoy your new (cage) home. You had to admit, it was a major upgrade from the Palais, and you knew the Iudex would continue to let you explore Fontaine, if you tolerated his presence beside you. However, you knew this dance wouldn’t last—it was only a matter of time before Neuvillette expected something in return. It was abundantly clear that he desired your affections, but how far would he go in order to sway you? To fully make you his?

A sea breeze whipped around you, eliciting an involuntary shiver to rip up your spine.

A sudden warmth enveloping your form brought you back to reality. Blinking in surprise, you peered up to see the Chief Justice smiling softly at you, his purple irises sparking with longing and care. His elaborate attire was gone, leaving only his pale undershirt.

He’d given you this coat.

“I…thank you,” you mumbled, averting your eyes from the man.

“Do my ears deceive me? Did my dear (Y/n) actually acknowledge me?”

Your grip on his robes tightened. “Don’t mistake my words for kindness. I haven’t forgotten what you are.”

A sigh. “Despite what you may believe, I’m not a monster.”

You deadpanned. “You’re quite literally the Hydro dragon.”

“Archons above,” Neuvillette whispered, glancing up at the sky as if it held the key to winning your heart. “I was referring to a monster in the definition you humans use.”

“What? You mean like a man who would kidnap and imprison an innocent person—”

“Considering you are not in the Fortress of Meropide, I’d hardly consider this imprisonment.”

“What, have I offended you?” A scoff left escaped you. “If you want to play house, at least own up to your actions. Don’t pretend you’re some sort of gentleman.”

Neuvillette was silent for a beat, his mouth a thin line. Unexpectedly, his muscles relaxed as he released his tension. He lowered his large frame, taking a seat next to you. “You’re right.”

You sketched a brow in surprise.

Neuvillette trained his eyes on his palms, facing upwards in his lap. “I understand neither what it means to be human, nor what it means to be a god. I was given this duty to protect and uphold the laws of Fontaine, and yet I cannot save those who need it most.” His fingers formed fists, and his lids closed solemnly. “Carole, Vautrin…all of the others I have failed…”

You worried your lower lip. Although he had already informed you of his friends’ fate in your absence, it was still a raw wound for the both of you. Yet the anguish in Neuvillette’s eyes twisted your heart. How could a man be so duplicitous, so capable of both justice and blind obsession?

As if sensing your conflict, Neuvillette gently took your face in his hands, tilting your chin so that your eyes locked once again. His eyes danced with silver sparks of emotion, like cracks of lighting across a dark sea. A thumb brushed away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen.

“So if I can protect but one thing, one person, I will do it.”

~.~

You often noticed that Neuvillette’s horns got stuck in his robes.

Honestly, it was kind of humorous. In the beginning, watching him struggle gave you a sick sense of satisfaction. You’d take any circumstance that inconvenienced him, however petty that might be.

But today, seeing the Chief Justice pouring over a case regarding the protection of Fontaine’s sea life at an ungodly hour, head propped on a fist to keep him awake, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic when he emitted a low hiss as his horns tangled into the ornamentation of his attire once again. “Damned human attire,” he cursed.

Neuvillette wasn’t an inherently bad man. In fact, your own case aside, he had invoked significant and positive change in Fontaine’s legal system. He judged cases fairly and prudently, working himself ragged each day to ensure the nation’s safety. It would have been admirable to you in any other circumstance.

You didn’t know what possessed you when you stepped behind him and carefully untangled his twin blue horns.

At your touch, Neuvillette immediately froze. His heart rate skyrocketed and his mind went blank because you were touching him.

And not just anywhere, but his horns. Unbeknownst to you, a dragon’s horns were the most sensitive part of its body, only to be handled by itself or its mate. One brush was akin to a lovers embrace, the whisper of a kiss, the hot breath shared between partners in the thralls of passion. Not only was the touch intensely intimate, it was also an acknowledgement—an acceptance of the male’s advances onto his partner.

Oh, if only you knew how many times he had fantasized about this, your acknowledgement of him and his love for you. Although his rational, human side knew your touch as unintentional, the dragon within Neuvillette reared and roared against his skin, demanding to be set free upon its mate.

“Your horns were caught,” was all you said as you settled back into the sofa, flipping to the marked page of your novel.

If you had looked up, you would have witnessed the Iudex gently touching his horns in awe. He swore he could still feel the brush of your palm against him, shivering delightfully at the mere memory of your touch.

Little did you know that your simple act of kindness would unleash the storm.

~*~

The one unfortunate deviation of your current accommodations from the Palais Mermonia was Neuvillette’s unyielding insistence on sharing a bed.

You had foolishly thought escaping him, even if just within the confines of your shared home, would be simple. You believed the library, what he even referred to as your room, would be your bedroom as well. Despite the lack of an actual bed, the plush couches and ever-lit fire provided more than enough comfort to lull you to sleep.

But when you had opened your eyes, you were mere inches away from Neuvillette’s shirtless, sleeping form.

You had assumed it was due to the draconic symbol guarding the room; perhaps it linked you to him more than you had thought. So, the next night, you decided to sleep in the parlor instead.

Only for your hopes to be shattered the next morning when you awoke not only in bed with your captor, but with your limbs entwined.

Anger, shame, and a touch of something you couldn’t quite place—something not entirely unpleasant—flooded you as you tore yourself out of his embrace. How was he doing this? Was it magic, or would he physically carry you to bed each night?

This pattern repeated itself. You would pick various places around the huge house to retire for the night. However, you would wake up in bed next to Neuvillette each morning without fail.

You had even reverted to your previous stubbornness and slept on the ground a few nights, but to no avail. It seemed you were bound to his bed.

Tonight, you decided to face the issue head-on. You stormed up the stairway and into the spacious bedroom, ignoring the pain in your lower back due to all the errant surfaces you had tried to sleep on. The downy pillows and lush, cream comforter practically begged you to surrender to the king-sized bed and its occupant.

Instead, you halted at the foot of the bed and crossed your arms. “You have to stop this.”

Neuvillette immediately looked up from the tome in his lap, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He hadn’t yet changed out of his white dress shirt, and the buttons revealed a hint of his toned chest as he set the book down. “And what exactly are you demanding I stop?”

You huffed a laugh. “I wish I could say all of this,” you waved your hands around, as if that would convey the entirety of the situation, “but I mean putting me in your bed each morning.”

“Our bed,” he corrected, as if that were the issue.

“No, your bed. Are you really telling me that with all this space, you can’t just let me sleep alone?”

He removed his glasses with a sigh, setting them on the nightstand. “I could, but I don’t want to.”

You seethed. “Well, I do.”

Neuvillette’s violet gaze pinned you with something like hurt. “Have I truly done something to upset you? It seemed as if you were settling into our new home quite nicely. Our conversation and touches were…” His throat bobbed. “Pleasant.”

You narrowed your eyes and bit out, “Don’t take any of that as complacency. You’re still a monster.”

Neuvillette flinched in response and, for just a moment, you felt a piece your heart falter. That is, until he whispered, “Mates don’t sleep apart.”

The room went utterly still.

Your voice came out as a breath of air, but the words were clear: “I am not your mate.”

It was then that you noticed the claws emerging from his fingertips, piercing into the sheets under his form. His eyes flashed silver, dangerous as knives. You could have sworn you saw a pair of elongated canines as he grit his teeth. “You have no idea how difficult it has been,” he breathed, voice tight, desperate.

On instinct, you took a pace back. You suddenly felt like a cornered animal, unable to avert your gaze from those claws that looked ready to tear into you. Clearly you had misjudged the situation—the Hydro Dragon was a starved, deadly predator, and you were practically served on a silver platter as its next meal.

Icy panic raced through your veins. You’ve never seen him like this, so out of control and inhuman. Trying to mediate the situation, you put your hands up in surrender. “Neuvillette, listen to me. Just calm down.”

You had hoped that saying his name would do just that, but it seemed to only rile him up further. The Chief Justice of Fontaine actually growled in response. You couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea. “You deny your mate, and now you’re telling me to simply calm down?”

Another step back. Just put out the fire and deal with the consequences later. “I apologize for being confrontational. I think it’s best if I just go—”

Before you could react, Neuvillette pounced forward and grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you onto the bed. You released a cry and tried to scramble away, but he spun you around and pinned your back against the mattress with his muscular frame. He loomed above you on all fours, his hands gripping your arms and applying just enough pressure to hold you still without hurting you. The glint in his eyes, however, promised pain that was yet to come. You were the prey about to get its throat torn out.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You struggled, heart skyrocketing at the feel of his arousal pressing against your core.

"Something I’ve needed to do for four hundred years," he growled huskily, his breath fanning your lips moments before they slammed against yours.

The kiss was hungry, predatory. Obsessive. You could feel the release of each year, each century, as his mouth devoured yours. You arched your back in an attempt to get away, but Neuvillette was quicker. He lifted your form easily and slammed your back against the bed once again. At your gasp of shock, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You fumbled around for something, anything that you could take purchase of. Your arms were pinned, but you were just barely able to grab onto the first thing and tug: his horns.

Neuvillette moaned, a deep, throaty sound that sent heat flooding through you.

It was in that moment you realized your mistake. You recalled how some marine animals with horns had millions of nerves within them, making these appendages a source of sensory stimulation. When you had started adjusting his horns after they were getting stuck, it must have been like touching his—

Oh, fuck.

Neuvillette released you arms, grinding against your thigh. “Do that again,” he begged, though it came out as more of a growled order.

“Neuvillette, stop—” An involuntary whine escaped your lips.

Your lewd noises only instigated him. His movements became more erratic as he slid a clawed hand up your leg and to your core, which was protected by only a nightgown. You jerked as his finger pinched your clit, eliciting another whine.

Neuvillette’s eyes sparked with heat, dual purple flames that devoured your form. “That’s it, my dear. Let me take care of you.” He bit down on your neck, causing you to cry out. He was marking you before he took you fully.

“Tonight, you become more than my wife. You become my mate.”

~*~

You laid there limply in Neuvillette’s arms. He peppered you with kisses and whispered words of protecting you and lofty dreams of your future together, but it fell on deaf ears. None of it made you forget about the bites along your neck or your throbbing core.

You couldn’t believe you had let his kindness fool you for even a second.

You had to escape this prison.

#yandere #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #dragon #obsessive love #tw kidnapping #tw noncon touching #neuvillette doesn’t understand the concept of personal space #neuvillette is down bad #mates

[smalltownslasher]

Can you do cod x dsmp ?? Like, not nsfw, angst/fluff maybe. Tommy meets TF141 (like teleports to their world?? Thanks!!!

the way i was so viscerally enamored with this idea i practically threw my phone across the room when i got it? thank you for getting me out of the tiktok doom scroll, anon, here's your stuff!

c!tommy meeting TF 141

tags: hurt/a bitty bitty bit of comfort, ptsd, panic attacks, shapeshifter!tommy, reverse isekai

tommy...okay, well he did know how he got here.

he'd been grabbing some wood, seen a weird looking portal, and without thinking; he'd stepped into it. honestly, generally considered a stupid move, but what should he have done? thought before he acted?

ha...haa.

of course not.

he'd toppled into some small room, slamming into some cleaning supplies, and what seemed to be potions, a few of which fell onto him. he made a loud noise of shock and surprise, and heard a sudden explosive noise.

immediately, he went rigid, tail wrapping around his waist as he shrunk into the wall. as if understanding his desire to hide, he felt his skin shift a little, mottled greys blending into the cement he was pressed again.

of course, his clothes didn't change with it, so really, the only difference was his hands and face.

when the door swung open, he was greeted with the sight of a heavily armored and, seemingly armed, man. he was tall, with a mask like a skull, and for a long moment he stared at tommy. just barely, he could see his eyebrows furrowing.

he kept his gun trained on tommy, and muttered something. tommy's ears twitched, trying to get a handle on whatever the hell he was saying, but he couldn't manage it in time.

the man grunted an affirmative, and suddenly surged forward, raising his gun and slamming the butt of it onto tommy's head.

he was dreaming, he was sure of it, standing on a subway track. across, his brother-- no, a simulacrum of his brother, stood, frowning.

"tommy?" he said, a vivid, still bleeding slash across his chest, and a puff of white that seemed to be starting to build in his hair. "tommy, what are you doing here? you're not supposed to be here, i thought-"

a train rushes past, the noise of it causing tommy to jolt awake, the sound of it hitting the tracks still blaring in his ears.

he was in another cement room, this one less crowded, and his hands were cuffed to the table in front of him. he swallowed, feeling the slight ache in his lip at the tusks now growing there. just like his brother's.

he swallowed, and felt them recede back into his usual incisors, as the door opened.

"that is fucking horrifying." came a gruff voice, accent similar to his own.

"thanks." tommy said, voice holding more attitude than he'd really meant it to. great job, idiot, piss off your fucking captors. great. great. he was so fucked.

"what the hell is...that? what happened to you? ghost said you were doing some chameleon shit."

"where am i?" he asked instead.

the man pinched the bridge of his nose. "you, are at a safehouse, far away from where we found you. lucky for you, the brass are not yet aware of your existence, but if you don't start answering questions, you've got some scientists in your future."

no.

white jackets, needles, muzzles and cages, thoughts of all that ran through his mind. except, this time, wilbur wasn't hear to peek in through the small basement window. this time, wilbur wasn't hear to use all of his strength to rip away the bars, and shove his thin body through to help tommy clamber out. he was alone. he was alone, and they were going to put him back-

"hey, hey kid, calm down." the man started to soothe, hand coming out to pat at his shoulder, but tommy just flinched away. his wrists rubbed something awful against the metal of the cuffs, and he let out a raw, choked noise. he could feel his body shifting around him, trying to find a safe foothold to keep tommy's panic at bay, but all it was doing was causing further pain to gather in his spine.

"no scientists, come on, it's okay." the gruff voice tried again, much closer now- kneeling in front of him. there was more light, aside from the fluorescent ones in front of him, and tommy swiveled his head to the door. there was another human man, the masked one again he guessed; even with his different mask.

"back off, price." he barked. the man who'd been trying to calm him down looked at the masked man for a long moment, before glancing back at tommy and stepping away. "hey, kid, what's your name?"

"what?" tommy forced out, voice not dissimilar to the gasp someone made when they came up for air out of a lake.

"name."

"tommy."

he sucks in a heavy breath, barely visible eyes twitching for a moment, and takes a few strides across the room.

"no scientists." he said, repeating what 'price' had said. "no tests. nothing like what you're used to." tommy watched with big eyes as the man strode closer, stopping a few paces away. "you need to calm down."

yeah, like it was that fucking easy. prick.

"we're not playing the 5 things game, because i'm pretty sure that wouldn't help, so you just need to fucking breathe, yeah? 4-5-6, or whatever breathing exercises work for you."

box breathing. puffy called it box breathing.

the first breath rattled through his chest, but the second came easier. he felt his skin slowly begin to slow in it's shudder, before calming altogether. it took a moment to realize feather wings had pulled their way out of his back, tucked close against his back under his hoodie.

"you got it." the man said, visibly hesitant. the feathers now on tommy's face bristled as he stepped closer.

"we need to ask you some things." he said finally, eyes flicking to price. "namely, what the fuck is going on with you?"

#tommyinnit #ctommy #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john price #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #cod fanfic #fanfic #ask blog #c!tommy

[deceasedream69]

Jealous

Summary: five never pays attention to the fact that you like him, but he doesn't like when a sparrow starts flirting with you.

A/n: you have Wanda's powers xoxo.

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During the first fight in the sparrows academy, I barely used my powers. I was a little tired and also didn't thought this guy's were such a threat. Besides, I was enjoying this fight with Marcus. Yeah, he's a sparrow but he's not so bad looking.

- "why are we even fighting?", I said mid fight. Pushing Marcus against a wall.

- "I don't know, but, what can I say?", He said pushing me against the wall. "I'm not complaining", he was really close to my face.

Five teleported between us and pushed him. Then took my arm and teleported us to the second floor.

- "you're welcome"

- "please, I had it under control"

- "get you're hormones under control", he walked away.

- "I could say the same thing to you", I whispered.

*time skip*

- "can I join?", I say sitting up in the back of the car while Allison and Diego were talking.

- "how long have you been there?"

- "the whole time, I needed a place to sleep. You never noticed me?"

- "no..."

- "yeah, let's go, I really need this", said Allison exiting the car.

We got off the car and started to walked towards a bar.

*the next morning*

My head hurted a little. My lip was busted and I had an ugly bruise under my eye, right on my cheekbone.

- "hey, what the hell happened to you?", Asked Luther examining our wounds. "Did the sparrow family attack you by surprise? Are you okay? I swear I'm going to kick their ass if they-"

Five got close to me too, looking at my bruise and lifting a hand to touch it but I back off.

- "it wasn't them", said Diego smirking. "You should've seen how far the guy flew after y/n and Allison threw him through the window"

I turned to look at Allison with a proud face.

- "you just went out to fight random people?", Asked Luther examining Diego's neck.

- "they weren't exactly good", said Allison almost leaving the room, but something stopped her.

- "hey, umbrellas", said ben while he's team posed behind him.

- "what the hell do you want now?", Said five.

- "we're here for Marcus"

- "Marcus?", I said worried. Five turned to look at me a little angry.

- "yeah, you really like him don't you?"

I laughed.

- "what are you talking about?"

- "we saw the way you talk to him, please"

- "even if I do, he's not here"

- "look", said ben getting closer to me. "I see he pulled up a fight", he put his hand on my chin, lifting my face slightly.

- "you wish this was made by a sparrow, but you can't even give us a black eye even if you tried"

They got into their fighting position when someone appeared behind me.

He tried to attack the sparrows but I didn't let him touch them. They ran away after the scene anyway.

My vision was blurry, and my legs were shaking, I didn't have a lot of energy after what happened the night before.

I fell but a pair of arms caught me.

- "hey, are you okay?"

His voice was distorted, I turned to look at him. It was five. We fell to the floor together, he was talking to me but I couldn't quite understand what he was saying.

He cupped my face.

- "hey, y/n, can you hear me. I'm five, hello", he said snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I blinked at his actions and he smiled slightly.

- "yeah... Yeah, I'm fine", I said putting one of my hands on top of his hand on my cheek.

- "good, now, can you stand up?"

- "what happened...?"

- "nothing, let's just, here, let me help you", he said helping me up.

I tossed my arm around him for support, he walked me to were the showers were.

I sat at the edge of the bathtub. He got a clean towel and started to clean my face, it was still dirty from the fight from the night before.

- "why did you even fight those people?"

- "you're eyes are really pretty"

- "that doesn't answer my question"

I sighed.

- "I guess I... I just needed to get all of that out"

- "all of what?"

- "we've been saving the world over and over and over again, and the problems are always there. And it's so frustrating when you like someone who is always there but it doesn't matter if he's always there he'll never realized that-" I suddenly stopped.

- "you were mad because Marcus didn't like you back? He's not even that good looking, I mean, I don't know what your type is but-"

- "god, to be someone really smart sometimes you're really stupid", I said standing up and walking away.

He appeared in front of me. And kissed me.

- "It's not that I didn't realize... I... Well, I spent a lot of time alone without any kind of interaction, and then finding you there, and being with you all that time before traveling back in time... I never thought you could even be capable of liking me after seeing all the things I did for the commission"

I kissed him again.

- "of course I liked you, you're... Badass, and smart, and I can say the same thing to you"

He hugged me tight and I hug him back. Then he quickly let go.

- "just don't tell this to any of my siblings", he said leaving the room, I just laughed.

#number five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x you #tua five #tua season 3 #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves fic #five hargreeves fluff

[writingseaslugs]

Diasomnia: Reader Who's Scared of Storms

Alrighty, and this concludes this mini-series ~ We all gotta love Peepaw. We know he would know the best solutions for storms. I just love them all so much in this dorm. Happy little family.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia (You’re Here)

Reader Who’s Scared of Storms

Malleus Draconia

Malleus figures it out one night when you two are walking through the school on a late-night walk, and he notices a storm is brewing and is about to take you home. You basically clung to him the moment you saw a flash of lightning, burying your face into his chest as you asked him to teleport you two home. He does so without question, and once you’re back in the safety of your home, he’s wiping away your tears and asking what’s gotten you so scared. He’s already figured it out but wants you to verbally confirm it, so he doesn't second guess himself.

He finds himself seeking you out when he knows a storm is approaching you. Even going so far as to excuse himself from class and find you in your own class and ask to borrow you for the day. He’ll teleport you back to his room just before the storm begins. He doesn’t want others to see you scared and making fun of you, so he simply removes you from the situation…as long as you continue to be fine with it, he’ll keep doing it. Besides, it gives him time to spend some private time with you without his retainers around. He loves them all like family, but sometimes he wants to see you in the day as well.

Since he already seeks you out during storms, he’ll be there every single night it’s rough out. He’ll have you curled on top of him, playing with your clothes or hair. He’ll be using a spell to ensure the lighting doesn’t show through the windows and the room is soundproof. It’s like your own little world, and he’s happy to either talk to you or have you fall asleep on top of him. Either way, he’s very happy that you’re comfortable enough to be with him during your most vulnerable moments.

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia is used to hearing you scream since he’s made it his life mission to scare you at least every other day. So when he hears it and he’s not around to be the cause, he’s, of course, curious. He notices you in the hallway with a few students looking at you with your small outburst. He’s a quick thinker and chuckles, laughing everyone off and apologizing for throwing his voice and scaring you with it. People will leave you alone, thinking it was just Lilia scaring you again. He then will drag you elsewhere to have a talk with you.

He’s raised basically three kids if you count Sebek always hanging out when he was a little baby, so he’s well equipped with taking care of you when scared. He’ll have tea that he swears he didn’t do anything to and curl up with you in bed, talking to you about anything and everything that he found interesting. If you’re lucky, he might even take on his taller form, so it’s easier for you to lay across his chest during these moments.

This little shit has definitely thought about causing storms himself just so he could come over and sleep with you. He’ll never confirm or deny it, but he always shows up a few minutes before it begins. He’s going to be lying next to you as he bores you to death with historical facts…at least he thinks he’s boring you, but since you came from a different world, they were all interesting to you. He’ll tease you a little and tell you how cute you are while scared before offering to cast a sleeping spell to help you dose off. He swears up and down the only way for the spell to actually work is if he kisses your forehead first, though.

Silver

Silver finds out one day while he’s dozed off on your lap while hanging out. He’s woken up by you suddenly jumping in your seat and squeaking. His instincts take over, and he bolts up and looks around, only to notice there’s nothing amiss. When he asks why you were scared, he hears more thunder, and it clicks. He then sighs, puts a hand on your cheek, and asks if you’re doing okay. He might yawn a bit since he just woke up, but he genuinely wants to make sure you’re fine.

He defaults to what Lilia would do: building a little pillow fort and making sure to have some tea and fairy lights in it. The entire thing is nice and cozy. He’ll talk with you as he tries to ward off sleep, maybe setting up a movie for you two so there’s something there for you to listen to if he sleeps. Silver will try hard to stay awake to comfort you, but he can’t help it when he just knocks out.

He can easily sleep through a storm and text messages, so he asks Lilia to look out for you if there’s a storm and he doesn’t wake up to help you. This has led to many occasions where Lilia pops up at your house, teleports you into his son’s room, and plops you on his bed before telling you to be good kids and sleep well. Silver will wake up briefly to see you and figure out what’s going on as he drags you into his chest and kisses the top of your head. It’s pretty easy to fall asleep when wrapped up in his protective arms.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek doesn't figure it out by himself; one day when you guys are hanging a crack of thunder scares you and makes you flinch. Sebek will apologize, assuming it was from his voice being too loud. You have to explain to him that it was the storm and how you were scared of them. Sebek is going to have a quick flurry of emotions. First, he’ll be relieved you didn’t flinch from his voice, then he’s going to be worried because he can’t see someone like you being scared of storms. After everything you’d been through at Night Raven, a storm scaring you was starling.

He’s going to be more of a guard dog when there’s a storm, biting off anyone’s head if they try bothering you while he escorts you to a safe location. He will be babbling on about how a guard of Malleus can no doubt protect a human like you from the natural elements and how you shouldn’t be scared of a storm when he’s around. He’ll even allow you to bury your face into his chest as he sits down somewhere quiet and just lets you relax into him. He’ll find it cute if you fall asleep like this.

As much as he tries, he sometimes forgets to check if there will be a storm that night. So when there is one, he’s freaking out, wondering if he should leave Malleus and seek you out or try to get you to come here. He knows you won’t be leaving your dorm during a storm, though, and ends up pleading with Lilia to watch over Malleus while he finds you (not that Lilia had to be asked, but the old man will give him a hard time for the fun of it). Once he’s at your dorm, you’re being scooped into his arms and put into bed while he holds you protectively.

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[talialovesmiw]

Ricky “Horror” Olson x Reader

Sweetness

Part 4: Comfortable

Warnings: Cursing, Harassment, Nightmares

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/735450503175077888/talialovesmiw

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/talialovesmiw/736735062396141568/ricky-horror-olson-x-reader-sweetness-part-5

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Y/N’s POV

I had left the living room to go and change, not wanting to look like a corpse. I put my hair up in a claw clip, letting a few strands of hair fall over my face. I put on a simple black crop top, black sweatpants and a grey hoodie. Satisfied with how I looked, I went back where Ricky stood waiting for me.

“Ready to go?” He asked. I nodded in response.

“We’re not teleporting again, are we?” I asked a bit anxiously, the idea of it still weirding me out a little.

He chuckled, “No, not unless you want to, but I think by the look on your face, you’d prefer not to.”

“Yeah, gotta get used to it still.” He nodded.

We walked out of the house and started walking, “Well you’re in luck sweetness, the town isn’t too far from here, about 15 minutes walking distance.”

I shrugged it off and put my hands in my pockets, “Hey, I love walking so it’s no big deal,” I looked at him as we walked, “By the way, you never told me where exactly we are?”

“Quite a few towns over from yours, about an hour.”

“So if you live an hour away from my town, what were you doing in the woods then?” I asked curiously.

“I like to move around a lot, having different surroundings makes for more beautiful and diverse photos. I’ve been in that forest a few times before and I enjoyed the atmosphere. It’s quite calming.”

I smiled softly, humming in response, “It is a lovely place, isn’t it? I’m going to miss walking there.”

“I could always take you there, if you’d like.”

My head perked up and I smiled brightly, “Really? I’d love that!” I said cheerfully, earning a smile from Ricky.

“Whenever you’d like to go, just ask.” He said as he smiled at me.

We stopped in front of a coffee shop and he held the door for me. I thanked him as we walked in. I was instantly hit by the smell of freshly brewing coffee and my eyes widened at the sight of the cafe.

The walls were a chocolate brown with a brick accent wall. There were large windows on either side, allowing a beautiful view of the city. The tables were white and reminded me of something you’d see at a garden party. There were fresh pastries in a display case by the service counter and they smelled like heaven.

“Ricky, this place is lovely! I was expecting Starbucks but this is so much more charming and welcoming!” I said in awe as I took in the atmosphere.

Ricky looked around and smiled, “Yeah, I much prefer this to Starbucks. It’s almost always more peaceful plus the food and drinks just taste better too. I figured you’d enjoy this place.”

I smiled softly at him in response. We walked up to the counter and I looked at all the different pastries.

“Pick whatever you’d like,” He said as he watched me. I scanned the case for a moment before deciding on what I wanted. I walked up to the registers and smiled.

“Hi! Can I please have a chocolate croissant and a vanilla latte please?”

“Sure thing!” The lady said cheerfully before turning to Ricky and smiling, “Who’s this lovely lady, Ricky? Finally going out on a date?” She teased playfully.

Ricky rolled his eyes and grinned, “She’s just a friend Mariana. She’s new to the town so I thought I’d show her the best spots.”

“Why, I’m honored to be one of your favorite spots Ricky!” The woman smiled brightly, “Want your usual?”

“You know it!”

Mariana processed the order and Ricky paid. “Alright, it’ll be out in about 5 minutes, sit tight!” She said before going to go to prepare the food.

“Wow, you were right. This place is really welcoming! That girl was a sweetheart!” I said as I sat down in one of the chairs.

Ricky rested his chin on his hand and smiled, “That’s why I keep coming here. Mariana and her staff are always friendly and cheerful. It’s nice.”

“The atmosphere itself makes me want to come back!”

Ricky chuckled, “We could arrange that,” He looked back at the counter, “Let me go check on our order. I’ll be back.” I nodded as he got up and walked away.

I sat in the chair waiting patiently. After about a minute, a man walked up to me. I had an uncomfortable feeling in the pit in my stomach from the look on his face.

“Hey there, gorgeous. What’s a pretty little lady doing here by yourself?” He asked, a grin on his face.

“Actually, my friend is over there-“

“Let me buy you something,” He said, cutting me off, “Let me treat you nice.” He said, leaning closer with a smirk.

I was starting to get uncomfortable, “Um, no thank you. I’m with someone,” I stood up, trying my best to be friendly. The man cocked a brow at me.

“No? Aw come on cutie!” He said, stepping closer, “Don’t be like that! I’m a nice guy, give me a chance.”

I was getting annoyed. I was about to say something when I felt arms wrap around me from behind. My breath hitched and I looked up. My face turned red when I saw Ricky.

“Hate to break it to you, but she’s taken,” Ricky stated, holding me firmly. He looked down at me, “Is he making you uncomfortable, sweetness?” He asked, looking up at the guy with annoyance.

I gulped, “K-kinda..” I stuttered, feeling my heart race.

Ricky held me a little tighter as he glared at the guy, “You’re making my girl uncomfortable. I suggest you fuck off now, thanks.”

My girl?

Oh

My

God

I could feel the heat in my cheeks intensify at his words. The guy raised his hands in defense.

“Woah shit, my bad! If I knew she was taken I wouldn’t have done anything!” He defended.

“Oh? So if she was single you would’ve kept on harassing her? You’re a real card.” Ricky retorted. The man looked dumbfounded and let out a frustrated huff.

“Whatever. She wasn’t that hot anyway..” The guy grumbled, storming off.

“And don’t even think about coming back if you plan on harassing my customers you piece of shit!” Mariana yelled at the man as he walked out.

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Ricky’s POV

I let out a breath of relief and annoyance and looked at Y/N.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I let go of her.

“Yeah, thank you…you didn’t have to do that, I could’ve handled it..” she said shyly, rubbing her arm.

“I could tell you were uncomfortable the moment he started talking to you. The guy was a creep and I didn’t want you to deal with him. Besides, it’s my job to protect you.”

She looked at me with a bit of confusion, “Yeah, from the demon?” I shrugged in response.

“Yes, but I couldn’t just stand around while some loser made you uncomfortable, could I, sweetness?” Her cheeks turned pink as she looked down.

“No, I suppose not.” She said with a small smile.

“Now let’s have our food before it gets cold, yeah?” I asked with a chuckle, sitting down. She nodded and sat down as well.

I took a sip of my coffee as I watched her bite into her food. Her eyes lit up as she ate. It was honestly adorable.

“This tastes amazing! This is way better than Starbucks!”

“Thanks hun!” Mariana shouted from the back, making me smile.

“Glad you’re enjoying it, sweetness.”

After a few minutes, we finished our food and she looked at me with a grateful smile, “Thank you for taking me here. I feel a little more awake now and I enjoyed myself for the most part.”

“Not a problem, sweetness. I’m glad you like this place as much as I do,” I said with a smile, “Perhaps you’d like to walk around the town for a bit? It’s a nice day out.”

“Sure, that sounds lovely.”

We stood up and walked out of the cafe.

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Y/N’s POV

We ended up spending most of the day in town, and it was wonderful. Ricky showed me his favorite park which had a lovely lake and walking trail. He then showed me some of his favorite places to take photography. All the different landscapes and locations were intriguing and beautiful.

At the end of the day, we ended up right at the entrance of the park. “Thanks for taking me out today. It was fun and helped calm my nerves from the stress of the last few days.” I said, smiling up at Ricky. He looked at me and smiled.

“No problem. Just cause we’re in this situation, it doesn’t mean you have to feel paranoid all the time. I want you to be able to feel calm.”

“I appreciate it, a lot.” I smiled gratefully at him. He pat my head and smiled, making me blush a little.

“It’s getting rather late now,” He said, glancing at the almost fully dark sky, “Why don’t we go home so you can get some sleep?”

As if on cue, I found myself yawning and nodded. He chuckled a little.

“I’ll take that as a yes,”

He took my hand in his and in an instant, we were home. I held my head in my hand and shook my head.

“I gotta get used to this teleportation thing,” Ricky laughed in response.

“Better get used to it sweetness, I use it quite often.” I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit myself.

“In time,” I stretched my arms out and yawned, “Welp, time to get some sleep.”

Ricky nodded, “Goodnight then, call me if you need anything,” He said.

“Goodnight.”

I went into my room and changed into my pjs. I put my hair in a bun and climbed under the covers. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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I opened my eyes to what seemed like a pitch black void.

Emptiness.

I got up from the ground slowly, instantly getting an off-putting vibe from my surroundings. I felt chills going down my spine as I looked around.

Darkness.

Nothing but pure pitch black.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” I called out, my voice echoing through the void.

No answer.

The atmosphere grew colder. My arms were bare and I tried rubbing them for warmth, but it didn’t do much good.

I took a few steps, trying to figure out where I was, but it seemed useless. The same pitch black void surrounded me. I let out a shaky breath as I looked around some more.

“Where am I?” My voice trembled from the cold environment.

Silence.

“Someone please help!” I called out again, growing frightened. Where was Ricky? Was I alone?

Suddenly, a faint, sinister laugh answered me back. I turned my head around sharply, only to find nobody there.

What the hell was going on?

“What is this? Get me out of here!” I shouted in a panic. Another faint laugh.

“Why, this is your fate, sweet girl.” The voice answered in a purr. His voice was low and unnerving. A wave of fear washed over me as I tried to figure out where the voice was coming from.

“Who are you?” I asked shakily.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to wait some time for that, pretty girl. I shall reveal myself when the timing is right. We will meet.”

“What are you talking about? What do you want from me?” I shouted, frantically looking around to find the source of the masculine voice.

Another laugh, this time, louder.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon. In time, sweet girl, in time.”

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I woke up in a start, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

My eyes were wide and filled with panic as beads of sweat trailed down my temple and forehead as I calmed myself down.

I stood up and put my slippers on, walking into the bathroom. I turned on the faucet in the sink, and splashed cold water on my face. I looked up at the mirror, panic still written on my face.

What the hell was that?

#motionless in white #miw #miw band #motionless in white x reader #x reader #ricky horror x reader #ricky olson x reader #ricky miw #rickyolson #sweetness

[homesickn]

Isn't bite also touch?

Chapter four, check chapter 5!

(Loki x Female demon!reader)

Summary of the chapter: You try to observe how the humans act and then proceed to annoy Loki even more. As always.

Loki was at a loss, now enduring the pain that is dealing with his unforgiving thoughts. Lost inside his own mind he questioned what he could do to get away from the superheros, including the demon that got ahold of him and was settled on clinging on to him for life.

He couldn't yet figure why he was so angry, he didn't know if it was the simple interaction you had with his brother that left him feeling this way. His golden brother was so charismatic he could manage to get anything from him, he always did. It would only be a matter of time for you to switch sides and notice how Loki truly was— meant to be alone.

Seeing the way you behaved with the group made him realize you were difficult in the matter of interacting with them, however, that didn't mean it would be impossible for you to adapt. If Fury gets what he wants you'll be nothing but another pawn for Earth's delight, not that Loki minded (that's what he told himself), but he also knew that it was all just a matter of time. In the back of his mind, he knew the lingering feeling of loss he felt was strongly attached to the thought of you becoming another one of them . Because he despised them, that's surely the only reason.

You wouldn't want to be with him for too long, no one did. The Avengers will make you realize that sooner or later, then you'll see how much of an outcast Loki truly is, how he doesn't fit in with any of them nor ever really did anywhere else.

He told himself he wasn't bothered, he just had to keep his distance.

And then you touched his arm bringing his attention to you, “What are you doing here?” He asked, startled. “You were still in the meeting room a few seconds ago.” He briefly looked at the hallway he recently got out of.

You just smirked at the remark and gave him a look as if he doesn't remember a key detail, leaning your body close to him. He rolled his eyes. 

“Why are you following me?”

“You just walked away, I was concerned.” You shrugged.

“Concerned? You?” His eyebrow raised at the imposition.

“Why yes, am I not allowed to be?” You kept your mischievous gaze on him.

“Doesn't seem very honest to me.” He shared the same mischief in the eyes, the one he always has most of the time.

“I wonder why,” You pretend to be curious. “You know I won't leave.” 

He stopped the staring and looked around the futuristic-themed main room. Huffing at the sight as if to underestimate the midgardian's choice in… probably everything. Or this demon is really messing with his abilities to keep his patience. His shoulders drop before he speaks up again.

“You won't leave?” He inquired, “You can leave, anytime, you know that. I bet they wouldn't keep you here, they aren't going after you.” He says softly.

“I know. I just don't want to.” You quietly made your way to sit on the puffy seat next to a window. “We could still run away.” You brought up.

“And where would we go? We'd be found in no time. And the cycle would repeat, you heard what they said.”

“I know, but I could try another spell…”

“They seem prepared to deal with your underworld magic, I don't see us getting any success from this.” He wanted you to get over this and stop trying to prove your worth, moreover he soon kept walking to a room that's supposed to be his for now.

“Is this where we're going to stay?” You arrived far too quickly in the room after him.

“You have to stop teleporting when it's unnecessary.” He jumps when hears your voice but recomposes himself quickly, putting his hands on your arm as you're really close to him. You clearly didn't mind personal space.

“I didn't, I walked,” You lift your pinky finger midair. “I promise.” And gave him an innocent smile, this time he didn't sense any lies.

He just closed his eyes and massaged his temple, turning to his room and just now realizing what you said. “No, no. You have your own room.” He crossed his arms. You could notice the muscles defining his body as he completed the movements. You should probably stop looking when that happens, you gulp looking guilty and look elsewhere.

“No one told me anything about me having my own room.” You whined, “If that were true they would warn me.”

“Then you should go,” He turned your body around and softly pressed his palms on your back as if to induce you to walk away, gesturing the way out, “and solve this issue with them.” Referring to the people that would likely be at the main room by now.

You frowned at him, turning yourself back in a quick motion. For a few seconds you thought if you should say anything as your mind went through your options.

“What?” He asked after your uncharacteristic silent response.

“Nothing… doesn't matter.” You muttered as you decided on a quick plan. “I-I'm…going to talk to them.” 

'Nothing suspicious about that…' Loki was left to think, he only shook his head one more time and decided to leave it behind.

As you left Loki all alone, he took the time to breathe out in relief, locking the door afterwards. He was aware it was useless when it comes to you, nonetheless, one could never be too cautious, he enjoyed his single privacy for while it lasted.

It didn't take too long, when the moon came along so did you, tiptoeing your way into his room, not-so-elegantly. 

“The Avengers said–” You almost stumbled as you stepped in.

“You should knock.” He exclaimed motioning to the door by your side, trying to persist in his harsh posture even after your clumsy display. You just shook your head and made a dismissive movement with your hands.

“The Avengers are convoquing us to…dine. In a friendly manner.” You finished announcing with a smile. “You and me. With them.” You gesticulated your finger back and forth to where he was, and where you were.

The god closed his golden-speckled leather covered book with a hard breath that you couldn't even hide the amusement it gave you. Your lips fought not to curve up more than it would be politely acceptable in response to his frustration. 

“You good?” You asked, blinking at him.

“I wanted to stay alone for a second and you're here despite the lack of invitation.” He accuses.

“Well, yes…about that…” You lifted your finger up. “There just happens to…not be any other room left for me, they weren't planning on adding another treasure to their box, you know.” Loki's eyebrows went up with the implication that you could possibly be a treasure, you just kept your glee very well known. He also knew you were lying.

“What does that mean?” He asked, fearing the answer you'd come up with already.

“They said I could stay around! The room's big enough for two.” You sounded very cheerful, he gave you a curious look, but said nothing. You were prying into the room all ready to present your ideas to future changes, and what you're going to add.

“My stuff is not moving anywhere, if you want to move in make sure to stay very far from whatever is mine.” He said sternly and you turned around with the same intensity as his in your eyes, it wasn't often when you looked seriously annoyed. But you rapidly changed your expression, softening your eyes once again.

“Sure, I'll try and remember that.” Loki just knew something about your reaction felt out of place to him, he tried to keep in mind that being from Hell makes you look weird nevertheless, but there was something about it that was still incredibly off-putting even for him. “They will probably hunt us down if we delay any longer. Shall we go?” 

You didn't know what to expect out of dining with superheros, honestly the experience made you feel like an outsider. You kept fumbling with the cutlery blissfully unaware of the clear expression of boredom you were wearing. However you held the consciousness of how uncomfortable you made the people around you, their stares would be descriptive as suffocating to human eyes.

But you were used to the uneasiness, you just never had to spend so long bearing it. To you, Loki's stare from the other side of the table was the one that burned the most. 

Your plate was filled by the deliciously-scented and recently cooked chicken breast, unconsciously giving you a reminder of the food Loki prepared for you, making the tip of your lips unintentionally curve up without your permission. You wondered if you'd scare them away by saying you prefer it dead , you wondered which sentences would be the limits for their fears.

“You're quite unlucky I'll say.” Clint began, starting serious and then coming closer to mention his next words. “You arrived just the night it's Steve's turn to cook.” He finished with his lips deep in a proud smile.

Thor's hand touched Clint's back as support as he laughed. “Imagine having this bad of a first impression! Oh poor you.” He said with a twinkle in his eyes. “If I had to experience Captain America's food as my first midgardian meal, I'd perish on the spot, death would be a preferable option than coming back!”

“You wouldn't want to defend the humans with this thing!” Hawkeye burst the words out with mirth as his eyes began to tear up. You looked at both of them, feeling very entertained, you always stayed in quite awe watching humans cry out of joy.

“Ok, ok, I see.” Steve took it lightly, coming out of the kitchen and giving a kind smile to the group. “You're already tainting my image in front of this… being.” You could see he was trying to be nice.

“Rogers is one of the only ones here who believes in God.” Bruce explained quietly to you, hesitant.

“Really?” You answered amusedly, looking back at the mighty and heroic American symbol.

“Yeah. He doesn't fully accept the Gods from space here either.” Pointing to both Thor and Loki. “Says there's only one God.” 

“That's because they're more aliens than gods.” Again, Steve explained, ready to put some more chicken from the frying pan to Nat's plate. “I didn't think I'd need to explain, to be honest. It's pretty obvious. Just look at them.” 

“I'm surprised Loki didn't correct him yet.” You joke around.

Loki who had his posture rigidly strict against the chair as he was giving you a death glare, now rolled his eyes at your statement. “I don't need to correct him, he's Steve Rogers, everything, from his heroism to his morals are imprecise. But midgardians think he's an example for his undying sense of justice and serum applied to his veins that make him look like an angel compared to their frail lives.”

“You're one to talk, calling out others for being morally questionable.” You expressed. Loki opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“I see we're starting dinner well.” Stark bumped in, “I enter the room and I see someone putting the Captain in place.”

“Look, Tony…” Steve begins and doesn't finish, instead just turns around with the pan holding the chicken. It made him look like a babysitter or a housekeeper of this team of adults, you could see he was trying his best to be understanding and take everything as a joke. You put your elbows to the table and cross your fingers to rest your head on top, so you can observe them. "Let's just not. Not now.” 

Whilst Tony made his way to sit and prepare his part, everybody began talking about something with one another, changing the topics. Some were forcing themselves to remain casual in their speech and act as if you're not there. Thor tried to make his brother speak more but Loki just seemed lost, and, by all means, a bit tired. 

You could sense he himself seemed impressed by his own lack of energy, although he didn't want to show any sign of weakness, you could see it. Your head tilted to the side as you tried to read him with clarity, until the moment Thor tried to bring up their reason to be on Earth.

“If it happened to you, father would have made an excuse to keep you on Asgard.” Loki snarked his words in a fit.

“I have been banished before, as you remember. And you were on Asgard, you had the throne.” Thor accuses and tries to remain cool about such touchy subjects for both of them.

“The throne?” He chuckled humorlessly. “Don't even mention those times.” He looked pained to remember, “You don't know what I had to do. In my turn, he just keeps me here locked up on this planet.”

“At least he still kept your power. His punishment could be way worse.” The other god seemed sensible in his arguments.

“He didn't even want to see me to make his decision!”

“He doesn't need to–” Thor tried to speak.

“Hey–” Natasha cut your gaze, bringing your attention to her while they're both still discussing. “Come with me.”

She brought you to the kitchen that was only occupied by Steve and his venture at cooking. “Thought you needed an out.” She said, giving you a small smile. Steve tried to ignore you two and focused on his task. 

You could sense they all tried their best not to be too…offensive, with their words.

You just looked at her, you could see she was tormented by grievous memories, and yet somehow she seemed the lightest in welcoming you, incredibly genuine in trying not to be judgemental, you gave her a quizzing look.

“I was asked,” she said looking at Steve, smiling, and then back at you, “to make some smoothies. Thought you might wanna help, if you want.” She offered. “If Fury wants you here, I want to be sure not to stick to your bad side.” She said but seemed unafraid. Then, wandered off to say again. “And…I know what it's like, I just didn't want anyone to feel left out. This team, as chaotic as it is, is still pretty special to me.” She finished giving you a smile that could surpass a lot of…humane feelings unable to be described.

“Will you help?” She pointed to the berries casually, as if you're already part of her considered family.

You looked at the strawberries sitting on the cupboard, they looked unwashed and recently harvested. “Sure…” You affirmed diffidently. Moving to grab some strawberries with your hands, tainting them with their red juice, the texture being new to you. It's not as if you ever had to deal with such a mundane task.

“Perfect! Clean them and put them in this bowl right here.” She placed the bowl near your arm, so you began your small work with a certain detachment. “The ones that are too weak,— you'll notice when you give them a tiny squeeze or when they don't seem red enough— it means that they're rotted. In that case,” She finishes, “you throw them away.”

You blink at her. And then blink to look at the strawberries on your hands. You begin to do as she says whilst keeping an ear to Thor and Loki's conversation in the area just next the kitchen.

The seconds barely pass when you see a vivid green flash coming from this area, and you hear Thor's grunt and small bluish flash following.

The ones that are too weak, they're rotted. Your muscles shake to squeeze the tiny berry. In that case, you throw them away.  

The only place you actually felt moderately calm was when you're not around them, and that finally happened when you settled on Loki's sofa before his arrival. Summoning a dark blanket out of thin air to keep you company for the chilliness of his room.

Loki came in afterwards, not at all surprised to see you're already there. His mood was worse than possible, he actually seemed more agitated after speaking about his father, or maybe it was the fact he had a fight with his brother. Or maybe, all the situations happening today, that in itself is pretty draining.

You noticed he had some bruises and a paleness that you assumed appeared to be a cause of electric shock.

He just tossed his shirt off his body and let it fall somewhere in the room, your eyes round at his offhand act, then you bite your lips shamefully, looking away as he does so. Loki tries to hide his glee, stifling his smile at all costs and looking at you seriously once again. You were beginning to get used to his expression of demand.

“Behave.” He pointed at you.

“You're the God of Mischief, and you want me to behave?” You asked excitedly about the prospect, wishing to misbehave.

“I'll take a shower and I expect you to be on your best behavior around my chambers. That is all.” You reckoned he meant the room with the term 'chambers', you had to be mindful of where he came from.

“A shower?” You lifted an eyebrow, almost making him snort with the unexpectedness of your next words. “May I watch?”

“Tempting, if I didn't know you, I might've even accepted. Your body would probably make up for all your peskiness.” He let his eyes wander to your figure lying on the sofa, trying to snitch further the blanket covering you still looking playful.

You gasped, forging shock and bringing the blankets higher to reach your neck. “You were a gentleman before, at the tunnel…”

“And you can make a bed appear out of nowhere if you want to, no need for deceit.”

“I much prefer to comment on your chivalry.” You sing, “For someone that gave me a blanket when I was cold to suddenly leave me to hurt my delicate muscles on this hard couch.” You dramatically hit the skeleton of the sofa to prove your point, Loki lightheartedly shakes his head at that. “So painful, who would even keep this weapon in the comfort of their place?”  

“The sofa's not mine. That's a problem for you to deal with.” He turns his back and goes to shower, ignoring whatever you could say next.

When he goes to bed, you try to rest, and moreover, snicker to yourself at the moment the hard surface makes itself present once more as you lay. You wait a few minutes, closing your eyes and checking on what Loki's doing. And he's reading. 

You shift tensely on your tiny space, unquiet. Loki thinks to himself “how long does it take for you to drop the act?” and keeps absorbing whatever the pages of his book has to give to him, blocking your huffs and —quite prominent —fake grunts of pain. 

He notices you peek out of the blanket to look at him, then just slips the blanket further on the couch, and moves on your tiptoes to come closer to the bed.

You approach with a suave stance and saccharine charming smile, your hands putting down his book to make him pay attention to you. “Let me sleep here.” Your tone is all soft-spoken and gentle as you give him your best puppy dog eyes.

He lets the book fall and hitches his breath unwillingly as he looks at you. You see his pupils dilating as he struggles to keep from shivering, your heartbeats beating loudly in comparison to the silence from his answer. 

He felt so alive to you at the moment, your hands twitch to touch his chest and feel his rapid breathing beneath your fingertips, you hope your admiration isn't so perceptive. You wondered what you've done to make him so responsive.

This feeling dries your mouth so you lick your lips and bring your right hand up to cup his chin carefully. You could see he was in a fight with himself behind his eyes.

“Are you really a Succubus?” He quivers under your gaze and heaves to keep his hands stuck in place. You straddle his lap on the spur of the moment and he gapes in response, a grin plastered on your face so nefariously you wouldn't think twice before assuming that his words were factual.

“You feel so alive. I've barely even moved.” Your voice was raspy and your smile thrilling regarding the circumstances. The closer you got the more you could feel his blood beating fast-paced under his skin.

He grits his teeth at your statement, not sharing the same amusement as you, and uses his strength to push you off him. Thinking he caught you off guard but you keep your cheerful mood, his attempt at making whatever it is stop only making it all more interesting to you.

“You won't fool me, devil.” He spat with a fury he carried only towards you. 

You trembled in your position due to his comment, his usually-luring voice was low and soaked with denial in the tone of each word, you were still graciously smiling up at him in delight, “Who knew the only thing I had to do is take the first step to share your bed?” You swiftly move to approach his thighs, easily now that he moved position, kneeling to him. “Is that all it takes? Have you desired me since the cabin?” Your eyes darken as you say.

He licks his lips, feeling the lust clouding his mind. “I… I could always make use of your warm body, seeing as your passion won't allow you to leave.” He smiles menancily, allowing his desire to take place. “Demoness, I was starting to think your beauty was a scam and all too useless. Seeing as you wouldn't put it to good use.” He leaned his body against the headboard as he looked down at you, breathing out air thinly through his gritted teeth. The sight of people kneeling for him would forever be his weakness. The power dynamic in the vulnerable performance makes him weak on his knees.

You make your way between his thighs and grip them firmly with your delicate hands, never taking your eyes off him on your allure, seduction certainly wasn't unfamiliar to you.

“Will you let me rest in your bed, with you? If I do you a favor?” You give him another sinful look and voice edges on pleading. “You know, I would be restless in the morning if I were to be kept awake, the pain down my spine as a result of that torturous couch, we wouldn't want that…” Your hot breath neared his clothed hardening erection, you let yourself enjoy the pleasure of having your face in such an intimate part of him. Nuzzling your face gently against his crotch, his rushing blood was deafening to your senses and you were drowning on it.

He grips your hair forcefully pulling you away and bringing your face up to his in one sturdy, although clumsy, move. 

“Do I make you nervous, Loki?” You fluttered your eyelashes as you asked, now face-to-face.

You are smiling like the devil you are while he increases his rough hold on your hair strands, making a ruffling mess under his fingertips, giving you a threatening glare with such a dark gaze that your shivering makes you seem human.

“Cease the act.” His voice is demanding and powerful with his rich accent. 

His jaw is clenched and his breathing unsteady as he locks eyes with you, you were persistent on your teasing and bucked forward his chest to get your body closer to him. Ignoring what he asked of you.

Proceeding to lick his lips as he continued to express his moodiness, catching him off guard, his eyes closing as the cold of your tongue made contact with his face.

His shock is clear and he gapes at you, for a moment you can see the blatant touch-starving man presenting all the vulnerability of finally having someone wishing to touch him. Of having someone touching him.

At first you think he's going to indulge in your touches and continue, but his sudden rage comes like lightning and now he has the full intention of hurting you.  

His grip doesn't relent as he shoves you off him like falling off the spell of a wicked siren luring a jolly sailor to the sea.

His force actually takes you by surprise, he manages to grip your wrists with such strength it would undoubtedly leave marks even on someone like you, you could feel the skin scratching but he has no clue during his wrath. You struggled against his furious dragging, feeling like a monster getting repelled and caught in your deceitfulness. 

He madly drags your body out of his room and pushes you on the floor of the main area. You fell with a hiss, looking up at him and deranged by the audacity, you felt the stinging pain on your scalp and the burn on your wrists. 

“This is where you deserve to sleep.” He said as coldly as one could muster. You tried one last time to reason, even knowing you could reach his chambers in no time no matter how much he tries to keep you away.

“Loki…you can't possibly leave me here.” You smiled forcefully through your rage. “You should know I'm going to enter no matter what you say.” It's as if another mask is falling off as you speak.

“Oh no, little demoness.” He smiles, giving you the same amount of mock-up kindness. Kneeling to reach your height where you now sat. “Try that again and see where that'll lead you. You don't want to mess with me, trust me. I'm not in a good mood.” He warns.

“When are you ever in a good mood?” The cold contact with the floor was making itself very present by now. You were beginning to get impatient. “Let's stop this game, and I'll let you rest.”

“You never cease your games. You are a creature born in addiction.” He cups your face with both his hands and grins cruelly at you. “And I won't be tricked by the devil.” Pressing his nails further in your flesh as he's done and tosses your face aside, leaving you fuming by his disrespect.

#loki friggason #loki fluff #loki #loki x reader #loki x you #marvel mcu #mcu loki #loki and reader #loki laufeyson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki fandom #soft loki #soft!dark loki #dark!reader #loki angst #demon!reader

[flowerbarrel-art]

Green and Purple Annoy an Enderman

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“You sure this is a good idea?” Green asked as Purple set the oak boat down on the ice.

“It’ll be fun, trust me,” Purple assured him with a grin. “And there’s a lot of room.”

Green looked out at the sheet of ice; far in the distance he thought he could see more tall spruce trees, but they were just twigs from where he stood.

“I’ve done it a lot of times,” Purple said. “I’ll row, so don’t worry.”

Purple got into the boat and readied the oars with a smile at Green, who glanced around before getting into the boat behind Purple.

“Alright, hold on!” Purple said, and began rowing slowly.

“So why did you try this?” Green asked, gripping the seat tightly.

“Well, I was being chased by Mobs one night…” Purple began, and Green held tighter as the boat started to speed up. “I was trying to get the boat in the water but I wasn’t exactly being careful so I put it down on ice. I didn’t want to try again so I just got in, and suddenly I was zooming across the ice. I left the zombies in the dust.”

“Glad you got away!” Green said, sighing.

“Yeah, and I learned my lesson about not mining at night, too,” Purple chuckled. “Ok, but really, hold on.”

Green jerked backward as the boat suddenly took off. Wind rushed past his face and the surroundings were a blur.

Purple gradually slowed down and Green slumped back, his heart thumping.

“Cool, huh?”

Green stared at Purple with wide eyes, then up at the spruce trees that had been tiny just a minute ago.

“Yeah, it takes a while to get used to it,” Purple said. “We can take a break.”

“Let’s go again!” Green exclaimed, looking back. “I can’t believe we went that far that fast!”

Purple laughed and took the oars again.

“I know! Ok, here we go!”

They sped off again and Green beamed in delight, enjoying the speed a bit more this time.

“This is so cool…PURP, LOOK OUT!!”

An Enderman suddenly teleported into the boat’s path.

Green and Purple sprang from the boat as the Enderman let out a loud screech.

Purple got his breath back, then sighed and glanced at the ice.

“I’ll swim under and break the boat,” he said, pulling out a potion of water breathing.

Suddenly the Enderman vanished, then reappeared right in front of the two Sticks.

They bolted, leaving the ice and dashing through the trees, hearing the Enderman’s angry shrieks as it kept teleporting after them.

Green ducked suddenly when the Enderman appeared and took a swipe at him.

“You okay?!” Purple exclaimed.

“Yeah!”

They kept sprinting along until the Enderman’s growls and shrieks faded.

They slowed down, trudging through the snow, and Purple slumped against a tree.

“You…okay?” Green panted.

Purple just nodded.

A few minutes later they got their breath back.

“Poor Inky,” Purple sighed.

“Oh, you named him?” Green asked.

“Yeah,” Purple muttered. “He teleported into my house once when it was raining. I snuck a glance at him and he was just staring out the window, looking really pathetic and sad.”

Purple pulled out a bowl of mushroom stew and handed it to Green, then got one for himself.

“Thanks!” Green said with a smile, and Purple smiled back. “So what happened then?”

“I told him he could stay until the rain stopped, and he did,” Purple continued. “When he wasn’t looking I tagged him. He leaves blocks for me every now and then.”

“To say thanks?” Green asked.

“I guess,” Purple said, finishing his stew and putting the bowl away.

“We could see if he’s still back there,” Green said, also finishing the stew. “Tell him it was just an accident.”

“Sure,” Purple said. “But let’s be careful.”

He handed Green a carved pumpkin, and then the two went back the way they came, being careful not to slip once they got back to the ice.

A few minutes later they heard a teleporting noise and quickly put the carved pumpkins on.

“Uh, is that you, Inky?” Purple asked hesitantly.

The Enderman set a diorite block down in front of them and gave a quiet hiss.

“Yeah, uh…I’m sorry,” Purple sighed. “I swear we didn’t mean to trap you.”

Purple pulled out a leather cap, the size a bit larger than usual, and held it up.

“Here,” he said. “It’ll help a little when it rains. I made it for you.”

The Enderman stared down at Purple for a moment, then took the cap and put it on.

Green jumped when he felt his pumpkin being pulled off, and he immediately covered his eyes and ducked his head.

“It’s okay,” Purple said.

Green looked carefully over to see the Enderman taking Purple’s pumpkin off too.

“He doesn’t always mind me looking at him,” Purple said, touching Green’s shoulder. “It’ll be ok. He’s not mad anymore.”

Reluctantly Green raised his head and glanced at the Enderman, and tried not to smile at seeing him with the leather cap on.

“Looks good!” Green said, managing to hold back a laugh.

The Enderman narrowed his eyes but shrugged.

“If anybody bothers you,” Purple said, “come find me, ok? Or just visit if it’s raining. I’ll make some mushroom stew.”

Inky nodded, then picked up the diorite block and set an obsidian one down. He looked at Purple, then turned and stared into the distance.

“Is there something over there?” Purple asked.

Inky nodded, and when Green blinked, the Enderman was gone.

“Want to go check it out?” Purple asked. “He’s good at finding cool stuff.”

“Sure!” Green said, taking out a diamond pickaxe and mining the obsidian block.

They got back in their boat and set off in the direction Inky had indicated.

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#Alan Becker #AvA #AvM #Sticks #Green #Purple #Minecraft #Enderman #Endermen #FlowerBarrel art

[steam-powered-chaos]

Chapter 1 (Faded Heart)

[You didn’t ask! But you’re gonna receive! Violet’s full backstory]

Violet ran, bare feet crunching against the twigs and stones that littered the forest floor, wincing with every step. They didn’t stop however, knowing that if they did, they ran the risk of being caught and dragged back to that awful, awful foster home with no choice or say in the matter, despite them being 15. So Violet continued to run, only slowing to a stop when they pushed past the thick, black branches and came to the menacing mansion that rose in front of them. They froze, looking around, before trying to pry open one of the windows, eventually setting for bashing it open using a particularly sharp rock, clambering through and wincing at the glass piercing into their feet, flinching as they scurried through the seemingly abandoned mansion. But somewhere within, dark blue eyes snapped open as the villain stirred from his slumber.

“Come on.. where’s the kitchen…” they muttered to themselves, starting to lean against the wall to support themselves, finally stumbling into the small kitchen. It was too dark to make out any particular details, apart from the moonlight shining from the window onto the counter where an abandoned knife lay on the dark grey countertop, a moulding loaf of bread beside it. Violet only gave the bread a disgusted glance, before rummaging in the cupboards for anything imperishable, as he silently slipped downstairs, sword in hand and hair still tied up in a bun for sleep. Finally, they produced a can of peaches, looking around for a tin opener, but freezing as they saw his shadow starting to loom from the crack of the kitchen door, realising their mistake far too late, as they dropped the can, making a loud clang against the tiled floor and ducked under the kitchen table, hand covering their mouth, as the door opened. “Come out.. I know you’re in here.” The villain hissed, as their shadow passed over the room.

Violet trembled, squeezing their eyes shut in fear, only opening them slightly to see his black boots from just outside of the safety of the kitchen table. He let out a breathy sigh, having caught his prey, before they started to kneel down, drawing his sword and lifting the table cloth. Violet did the only thing they could think of, kicking their attacker in the face with all of their strength, starting to run as he sprawled back, stunned. They left bloody footprints as they ran upstairs, not stopping until they came to a single black door at the top of the mansion, not looking back as they burst into the room. They shut the door behind them, before looking around, stunned by what they saw. Constellations covered the walls and ceiling, like they had been ripped away to reveal the night sky, and they couldn’t help but sit down in silence, forgetting any of the danger they had been in.

“I want them out” The villain snarled, as his nose and right eye was quickly checked over by another of his team, tutting at him softly. “Really, Nephrite, we’ll flush out your little infestation soon” xey soothed teasingly, “but you need to stay still so I can look at you!” Nephrite rolled his eyes, but obliged, staying stiff as the other two of the team of villains arrived, his brother giving him a respectful bow, and the youngest giving him a tired, grouchy wave. He sighed, pulling away slightly “These footprints lead to your attacker, Nephrite?” Nephrite nodded, batting xeir hands away slightly as xey grabbed at his nose roughly, as xey pulled away laughing at him. “That’s right Kunzite, can you get rid of them? Preferably now?” He demanded, as Kunzite rolled its eyes at his brother’s impatience, before tapping the youngest’s shoulder, and he nodded eagerly, disappearing on the spot.

Violet didn’t have time to react, as they were hit roughly around the head, passing out as they were teleported back downstairs as their fate awaited them.

#zoisite sailor moon #kunzite sailor moon #nephrite sailor moon #jadeite sailor moon #sailor moon #sailor moon shitennou #fanfic #oc fanfiction

[v-cain]

"What The Fuck?"

Fandom: Xmen

Pairings: Logan Howlett x gn!teen!reader, mentioned Kurt Wagner x gn!teen!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Falling on your ass.

A/N: crack fic with minor foreshadowing ooh spooky. anyways theres a lil heartfelt moment in there cuz im a loser who likes heartfelt moments. enjoy. (lmk if i missed any warnings)

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Last night, you got to spend your first night in your own room! This may not seem like huge thing to most, but when you've been sharing with a group of twelve year old boys..you loose your mind a bit.You sit up and stretch with a huge yawn. For once in your life, you've managed to get a peaceful nights sleep, which meant you could probably do something productive with your evening. You go to your dresser and choose a lovely f/c outfit that compliment your scales beautifully, and then walk to your door so you can go downstairs and eat some food. Maybe you would even do today's homework-

THUD

You stumble backwards, nearly falling on your ass. What the fuck? You try and walk forwards once again before you realize the problem: your wings. Sometimes your wings wouldn't fold if you kept them folded for too long, which has never proven to be a problem because you could always squeeze through the doors. This is apparently not the case in your new room. You stare at the door before trying to turn sideways and walk through the door- except your room wasn't big enough to turn fully with your wings expanded.

What the hell do you do? Do you yell for Kurt to get his ass in here and teleport you out? Or do you wait for Logan to realize you're not in class and go looking for you? You stand there for ages before eventually looking out the window. The stars were out tonight, which meant you would be able to convince Logan to skip class and look at the stars instead. If you could get out of your god forsaken room-

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Logan sighed for what felt like the hundredth time this minute. Y/N was late for class by an hour, which by itself was unusual, but no one has seen Y/N all day- they usually at least try to leave their room during the morning. He gave up on waiting and decided to look for them- first thing first, their bedroom. They could've just overslept and are still tangled in about a million blankets (Logan commented that it looked like a nest, and Y/N's response had been "Fuckin' duh.")

He reached their room and knocked three times, and immediately heard an exasperated "Fucking finally! Open the door!" Clearly confused, Logan opened the door to reveal Y/N standing on their bed with their wings expanded, taking up most of the room. "Kid...what the hell happened?" the teen grinned at him and shrugged, simply responding "I got stuck here for two hours 'cause my wings wouldn't fold. Can you get Kurt to teleport me out?"Logan nodded and took one last glance at them before heading off to the end of the hall where Kurt was.

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"..So, that's what happened to my wings earlier. It doesn't really hurt, but keeping them folded up all the time does." the teen said nonchalantly. Logan looked at them with a raised eyebrow, "You would think you would have the common sense to stretch them or, you know, fly, but I guess not." You shift uncomfortably and laugh a little " Yeah, I probably should stretch more often." The older man looks at you for a moment but decides to not comment on your wording.

The pair sits in silence for the next while, quietly admiring the stars. You look at Logan momentarily, wondering how different your life would be if you hadn't come to the school. You would probably be deep in a forest, far away from any civilisation. You wouldn't have your amazing friends, any good role models...you would be alone.

Thank fuck you're not.

#xmen #platonic! logan howlett x gn!teen!reader #platonic #gn!reader #teen!reader #logan howlett x gn!teen!reader #xmen teen!reader #xmen gn!reader #xmen gn!teen!reader #toothless!reader

[thelastspeecher]

I was minding my own business at work today, just doing something, idly thinking about my nonsense. And then out of nowhere, like a burst of divine inspiration, an exchange that would take place in my Accidental Abduction AU appeared in my brain. And then I wrote a whole scene so that I could put that interaction in something.

So here's a random, out of the blue Accidental Abduction AU write. It takes place immediately following this one. Enjoy.

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              Stan followed the girl alien through the spaceship halls.  At first, the ship had reminded him of the things on Star Trek.  The general shape and construction of the hall and rooms still did, but it wasn’t quite as fancy and clean.  The ship looked a bit worn, like it had been used for a long time.  There were also intermittent decorations, most of them looking like they were either purchased at a craft fair or made by children at school.  Stan slowed to look at a vase that had been tucked away in a corner.  He would have expected the vase to house some weird alien plant, but the flowers inside were regular Earth roses.

              “My mother loves that kind of flower,” the girl alien said, noticing Stan’s distraction.  Stan’s attention quickly snapped back to her.  “We do not often go planetside when we are near Earth, but whenever we do, my father insists on procuring some for her.  He even found seeds a few trips ago, which has allowed my mother to grow her own.  They are not the same, though.  Something about our atmosphere or climate makes them grow…different.”

              “You guys go to Earth?” Stan asked, walking again.  The girl alien began to walk as well.  “Like, beam down on the planet?”

              “We do go down to Earth, but we land rather than teleport down.  My parents are, hmm, hopefully this translates properly.  They are…old school.  They do not like the teleportation function.”

              “Yeah, parents can be sticks in the mud sometimes,” Stan mumbled.  He frowned at the very inhuman alien girl.  “How the hell do you guys visit Earth without the government capturing you to dissect or whatever?”  The alien girl smiled, but this time, to Stan’s relief, hid her needlelike teeth.

              “We have our ways of visiting without drawing suspicions.”  The hallway suddenly opened into a wide room.  A white table, laden with exotic-looking food, was set in the middle of the room, ringed by white stools.  Underneath the table was a slick dark red rug and decorations like those in the hallway hung on the walls.  An alien with magenta hair like the girl alien and light pink skin was cleaning the kitchen area in the corner.  Next to the kitchen area was an entry to another hallway.  One of the walls was actually a large window, looking out into the void of space.  Stan was tempted to walk over to the window, but before he could, the very first alien that Stan had met on the ship spoke.

              “Ah!” said the alien, the father of the family.  He was sitting at the table, as was the alien girl’s brother.  The alien dad smiled at Stan.  “You have finally brought us our guest.”

              “He was distracted by the roses.”

              “I would imagine he was surprised to see something from Earth on our ship,” said the pink alien cleaning the kitchen.  Judging by her voice and general appearance, she was the mom of the family.  The alien mom turned around and scowled at her son and daughter.  “I am so disappointed in you two for not letting us know early enough to return this poor boy home.”  The alien girl and alien boy bowed their heads sheepishly.  Stan stood in the entryway awkwardly, uncertain of what to do.

              “Please, come sit,” the alien dad said.  Stan hesitantly walked over to the table and sat on one of the stools.  At first, the seat of the stool was far too low for him, but it automatically adjusted for his height, getting taller until he could reach the table properly.

              Makes sense they’ve got their chairs set short.  They’re all way taller than me.  Stan glanced around, mentally taking stock of the aliens’ heights.  The girl and boy were both at least six feet, while the dad was at least seven and the mom was nearing eight.  Are women taller than men for this species?  The alien dad coughed politely, drawing Stan’s attention.

              “When we first met, I was too flustered to ask for your name.  Would you mind sharing it with us?”

              “Uh, Stan.”  When Stan didn’t elaborate, the alien mom prompted him.

              “Earth names from your culture tend to consist of a given name and surname.  Could you provide us with your full name?” the alien mom asked.

              “How do you know about- y’know what, never mind.  My full name is Stanley Pines.  But call me Stan.”

              “Stan,” the alien mom said experimentally.  She smiled.  “How quaint.”

              Dunno if I agree with that assessment, but I’m not gonna argue with the people I have to rely on for the next year.  Ugh, I’ve got to depend on these guys for a full fucking year!

              “Well, Stan,” the alien dad said, “you will likely be unable to pronounce our names, so we shall have to come up with a workaround for that.  Now, however, it is time to eat.  We have done our research and made some food that should nourish you well.”

              “None of this stuff is gonna poison me?” Stan asked.  He suspiciously eyed the item directly in front of him, which looked like a small loaf of bright red bread with blue flecks.

              “Correct,” the alien mom said with a nod.  “I am familiar with what foods humans can and cannot eat and have removed all items harmful to you from the table.”

              “Um.  Okay.”

              “We will serve you,” the alien boy said quickly.  “That way you do not have to worry you are doing something wrong.”

              “…Okay,” Stan repeated.  He sat silently as the aliens filled a metal plate with the items on the table.  When the plate was placed in front of him, he stared at it.  Almost everything was a color that made alarm bells go off in his head.

              If I saw food on Earth that looked like this, it would either kill me or cost about a thousand bucks.  He grimaced.  But I don’t really have a choice.  Stan picked up the utensil he had been given, which was just a spork, and scooped up the bright orange mashed potatoes with dark red gravy.  He hesitantly took a bite.  His eyes widened.  The “potatoes” tasted like caramelized onions, while the “gravy” had a strong beefy yet cheesy flavor.  It combined to form something Stan recognized.  This tastes just like French onion soup!  What the hell?

              The first bite was enough to awaken Stan’s stomach.  His hunger now roaring and curiosity about the food piqued, Stan quickly scarfed down everything on his plate.  To his delight and confusion, all the food was delicious and most of it tasted like something he’d had on Earth.

              “I knew the mashed rom would be a winner,” the alien mom remarked as she watched Stan inhale his food.  “It is my mother’s favorite.”  Other than that, the alien family left Stan alone during the meal, talking amongst themselves instead of trying to pull Stan into the conversation.

              Under most circumstances, I’d be offended.  But I’m honestly just relieved.  I don’t want to talk to these guys.  Stan looked at the alien boy and girl, the closest things he had to peers on the ship.  The alien boy noticed and nodded silently at Stan before turning back to his sister.  Not right now, at least.  I need some space to deal with all this.

              Stan finished his first serving, as well as his second and third, before he was satiated.  Now that the growling in his stomach had been resolved, a new and urgent need made itself known.  Stan crossed his legs and cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the alien family.

              “Do you need something, Stan?” the alien dad asked.

              “Uh, yeah.  Where’s your bathroom?” Stan asked.  The aliens all cocked their heads curiously.

              “Do you need to bathe?” the alien mom asked.

              “I mean, eventually, but not right now.”

              “Try a different word,” the alien dad suggested.  “Often, the translators work literally, and turns of phrase or odd terminology are translated incorrectly.”

              “Um.  The restroom?” Stan tried.  The alien boy frowned.

              “You mean your bedroom?” he asked.

              “No!  I- ugh.”  Stan sighed.

              I was trying to be polite.  I don’t want to put my foot in my mouth like I usually do.  But polite clearly isn’t working.

              “I need to take a piss,” Stan blurted out.  The aliens all blinked.

              “Oh!” the alien boy said.  “You are asking for the toilet.”

              “Yes.”

              “I will show you the way.”  The boy alien got up from the table.  His sister scowled at him.  “What?”

              “You offered just to get out of cleaning the dishes,” the alien girl said, crossing her arms.

              “No, I did not!  I-”

              “Neither of you are going to get out of any chores,” the alien mom said.  “Your father can help Stan.”  The alien kids groaned but began to clear the table.  The alien dad and Stan both stood.

              “Follow me,” the alien dad instructed.  Stan followed the alien dad out of the dining area/kitchen and back into the same hall that he had been through before.  “Luckily, your room is next to one of the- what did you call it?”

              “Um, a bathroom?”

              “An interesting name, given the baths are elsewhere,” the alien dad murmured.

              “On Earth they’re in the same room.”

              “Odd.  Regardless, your room is next to one of the…bathrooms on the ship.  The room that actually has the baths, however, is past the eating area.  Will you need to bathe before going to sleep?”

              It’s been a while since I had a bath that wasn’t just baby wipes…

              “Uh, yeah.”

              “I will send my son to fetch you from your room after he and his sister have completed their chores.”  They arrived in front of yet another circular door.  Like the previous doors Stan had seen on the ship, the alien dad placed his hand on the door, causing it to light up purple, then blue, then finally descend into the floor.  Before Stan could step into the bathroom, the alien dad spoke again.  “I must apologize again for the circumstances under which you came into our lives.  Rest assured, we will do our best to make you feel comfortable, perhaps even like one of the family.”

              “…Sure.”

              “If not family, then at least friends,” the alien dad said.  Stan nodded.

              “That feels more likely.”

              “Then that shall be our goal!” the alien dad said jovially.  He smiled as warmly as he could with his nightmarish teeth.  “I will be leaving an item you can use to entertain yourself in your room.  Please let me know if you would prefer something else.”

              “…Sounds good,” Stan mumbled.  The alien dad walked away.  Stan entered the bathroom, the door closing behind him.

              After using the toilet – which was thankfully very Earthlike in design – and struggling with the door a bit, Stan left the bathroom.  Now that he had figured out the trick to opening the doors, he entered his bedroom without any issue.  There was something placed on the desk in front of the massive window.  Stan walked over to it and picked it up.  His eyes widened.  It was a sketchbook.  A small box of writing utensils that looked similar to crayons had been set beside the sketchbook.

              I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.  Stan walked up to the window.  He stared out silently for a few moments.  Off in the distance, he could make out some asteroids.  Stan walked back to the desk.  He sat down, picked up one of the weird space crayons, and set the tip to the paper.  The lines were jagged at first, as he got used to the alien writing implement.  But eventually, a rough sketch of the asteroids formed.  Stan sat back with a small smile on his face.

              This, though, I can work with.

#I love this AU so much it's one of my faves and imo one of my most original ones #if people are curious I will share what particular exchange appeared in my head like a heavenly gift #Accidental Abduction AU #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Pa McGucket #Ma McGucket #Lute McGucket #McGucket Family #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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Such a massive request in so few words, which the Princesses figured would be terribly difficult to fulfil for the Old Wizard, but it did not discourage Celestia and Luna in the slightest; instead, a mere moment after Starswirl asked this of them, the two Sisters firmly nodded to each other, before they asked the Bearded to stay in bed, as they could not come to his aid while they were elsewhere.

In response, Starswirl lifted his hoof, and promised them he would be patient, but he would not try to do anything foolish, since he now understood far too well what would happen if he did not listen to what he was told; and as the Princesses unfurled their wings, he politely thanked them for their help, and asked them to return as quickly as they could, as their mere presence always soothed him.

With warm smiles on their faces, Celestia and Luna promised Starswirl that they would be back soon, before they flew out of the window, leaving the Bearded alone, and bored out of his exhausted mind, in his room; and as the Princesses flew back to the Crystal Castle at great speed, Starswirl slowly started to regret that he did not ask them for anything simpler, such as a couple of books to read.

After Starswirl sighed deeply, he laid his head on his pillow to count all the panels and lights he saw on the ceiling, while Celestia and Luna landed in front of the doors to the Palace, and trotted inside; but when they walked past the Great Hall, Eclipse dashed towards them, stopping with barely a hoof of distance to the Princesses, before they worriedly asked the two for news about Starswirl.

As Celestia helped Eclipse safely land on the ground, and Solar helped Twilight to calm her erratic breathing, she sweetly told the worried Alicorn that there was a brief moment of trouble, but apart from this, Starswirl was all right; and after Twilight took a deep breath, Luna asked her and Solar if they knew where their friends had gone, since Starswirl said it would be nice to see them again.

But before Solar could calmly get a word in, Twilight told them in quick succession where everypony had gone, which swiftly overwhelmed the two Princesses, who politely asked her to slow down, as she was talking too quickly; and although Twilight was upset for a moment, after Solar gave her a kiss, she cheered up, and started to blush, while Solar told the two Princesses where to find the others.

Since Shining Armour was now overseeing a substantially larger force than before, he was incredibly busy with logistics and scheduling, and he would not be available for some time; but Cadance was in the Castle, where she was taking care of the Young Princesses with a heart put at ease, while Spike and Stygian were baking in the kitchen, and the rest had followed Amethyst and Star to the Library.

However, before Luna and Celestia could fly away to meet the others, Twilight told them to wait for a moment, as she thought it was odd that Starswirl would specifically ask for their presence, given that he was not very close with them all, save for a few; but if the Bearded, one of the oldest and wisest, yet loneliest and solitary Ponies nearly met his end, would he not want to be with friends?

When Twilight finished talking, Celestia and Luna glanced at each other, before they both put their hooves to their faces, and sighed in frustration, as they realised that they had misunderstood what Starswirl meant; but after they shook off their embarrassment, the Princesses took a moment to come up with a way to salvage their plan to bring his friends to visit him, since they were so far away.

While it was possible to bring them all to the Empire to visit him, it would cost Celestia and Luna a significant amount of energy to teleport the entire group, which they would have to do twice; but since inanimate objects were much easier to teleport, Celestia asked Eclipse to write a letter, and to tell the recipients that they would send them a Mirror, so Starswirl could see and talk to them.

After Eclipse finished writing the letter, they gave it to Celestia, who quietly said:

"I just hope the Pillars are not too busy over there…"

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Moshang Sound of Music

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🎶How do you solve a problem like Shang Qingua? How do you write a plot and pin it down!🎶

Mobei Jun has a small wealth of half siblings from his mother's side, she was very much involved in her own bride stealing and pulled a TLJ finding a human.

She gets killed shortly after MBJ meets SQH leaving the northern heir with seven half human half siblings.

MBJ isn't great at affection but he doesn't want to leave his half siblings to the mercy of other demons. They don't threaten his position and his mother specifically asked him to take care of them if anything happened to her.

So he recruits the only human he knows to help.

Why would SQH help? Well there was a specific culling of these specific kids that he used as a throwaway worldbuiling tidbit for PIDW and knowing what could happen to these ACTUAL CHILDREN he offers to help .

He abandons Cang Qiong to some secret demonic estate to help Mobei Jun raise his half siblings. How hard could it be right? they are just kids, and unlike LBH they're not heavenly demons how bad could it be?

Well not great, MBJ basically abandoned him with the kiddos while he goes to deal with his father's issues and the kids are literal demons. Even if they're only half they are well aware of their demonic side and absolute terrors.

He wishes the pranks were frogs and snakes in his bed, or as simple as the kids trying to confuse who is who.

Twice he's almost decapitated and if the toddler doesn't stop challenging to a fight he's gonna lose a finger. WHY DO THEY LISTEN TO MOBEI JUN AND NOT HIM?

He reaches his breaking point when the oldest nearly impales him while he was trying to properly ward their estate and protect the kiddos. He didn't blame the kid not really but when Mobei Jun finally returns to the house he asks the demon to help out more, or at the very least help discipline the kids.

 Mobei Jun tired from dealing with the machinations of his father's court, igored Shang Qinghua's request and the cultivator finally snaps.

He starts yelling at MBJ about how the kids deserve better. He can only help with their human side but without a demon to teach them to control their demonic powers, and if Mobei Jun refuses to do that he's out.

He grabs his sword and flies away from the estate.

He doesn't make it far before MBJ teleports him back. Shang Qinghua is about to go on another tirade but he stops.

 MBJ is just holding onto his sleeve and he isn't looking SQH in the eye. As if he's embarrassed.

"Please, there's no one else I can trust."

MBJs rough gravelly voice lowered to a whisper tugs at Shang Qinghua's heart and despite the fact their little shits the kiddos really don't have much else.

"You'll help more?"

"Mmn."

The giant demon looks so small and lost and SQH could never say no to his favourite.

"Fine. If you bring some of your court work to me I can help with that too."

Mobei Jun's eyes widened at that, the relief plastered across his usually stoic face. It makes SQH just how young MBJ actually was.

He was a fool to think he could ever walk away.

The kiddos of course witness this whole exchange. The older ones feel a little bad about things, the younger ones are impressed by SQHs flying sword and he must be powerful because he made MBJ cave, which demons never do.

Mobei Jun had to return to the court but he promised to return more often, specifically to train his siblings.

SQH resigns himself for another few days with the hellions, unfortunately after MBJ leaves a winter storm sets in, and unlike MBJ his siblings are NOT ice demons.

This of course starts with the youngest, barely more than a baby 4 maybe 5 years old sneaking into SQHs room looking for warmth. SQH gets a surprise but after promising not to bite SQH anymore he lets the toddler stay.

The estate isn't poorly maintained but small demons cause a lot of damage and one cannot always repair cracks quickly, so the triplets (11 yo)are the next to see comfort in SQHs room. They broke their own windows and have almost no protection from the wind in their room.

SQH reluctantly agrees to let them stay in his room, MBJ was generous enough to give him the largest one, with a build in fireplace even. The kiddos are restless so he decides to tell them a story.

The first one he's every put together since entering PIDW.

This eventually draws two more of the kids who were 'patrolling the halls for threats' (SQH talismans are good, there really was no need) and eventually they're making themselves comfortable too. SQH is appreciating the shift in the little half-demons .

The eldest of the brood (15 of course) tries to sneak out, but since SQHs talismans are so good their immediately teleported to his room, and rather than berate them (because it's happened before) SQH just hands them a pillow and continues his story.

He calls it a sleepover and does his best to entertain, for some reason (fear maybe?) the kiddos are a lot more cooperative, though he doesn't expect it to last past the storm.

 MBJ returns the next day to find them all happily sprawled across his room sleeping adorably

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[xaeyrnofnbe]

here’s the general plot i have in mind for my ZTHAB (Zeros To Heroes And Beyond) au. (so far. think of this as a first draft)

because i’ve been meaning to get around to it. i’m organizing it by arcs bc that’s the best word i can think of off the top of my head for this. you could also think of them as chapters. or episodes. yeah 👍. also i do not intend to write this as an actual fanfic because every time i try to do something like that i lose so much steam and excitement for my idea.

characters will be prefixed with mana! or prime! at the beginning of a paragraph, so assume i am talking about that version until i explicitly mention the alternate version of them.

oh and important detail: albatrio are basically platonic soulmates. so keep that in mind.

this au is based on a single just roll what-if. i have had too much fun with this. well, me and @theblacktiecacti who has suggested SO many good ideas that i have since incorporated.

(also, even though this is an alternate universe where things play out wildly different, there are still a LOT of spoilers for the riptide campaign, so i wouldn’t recommend getting into this idea if you aren’t caught up. not really any spoilers for prime defenders though.)

anyway

ARC ONE

mana!gillion, after attacking mr. ferin, is hauled off by guards. but instead of being banished from the undersea no forced to swim to the surface, (like in canon riptide,) he is brought to a room with a portal, which activates, and he is pulled through. he then falls from the sky in the world of prime.

previously on the prime side of things, prime!chip and prime!jay meet for the first time. this happens in a police station in a very tall building. flying cars are present. chip has been arrested, jay works at the station but isn’t officially an officer yet. she just kinda gets to hang around and do the jobs bc of who her dad is. she questions chip, who is having none of it and highly suspects her of having powers, much like himself. she denies this. but when he teleports out of the building while she isn’t looking, to sit on a narrow ledge, jay impulsively flies out the window to go grab him, blah blah, “so you DO have powers,” he invites her to join his new team of superheroes. she accepts begrudgingly. it’s basically like their first meeting oneshot, just in a different context.

back on mana again, mana!chip and mana!jay are blowing up the navy tower on zero, but things don’t go exactly to plan. they barely make it to the big chipper before they’re captured by marshal john, and taken to a holding cell until jay’s dad arrives, and takes her away. this solidifies in her mind that her undercover pirate thing never would have worked out anyway. she decides her best option is to climb navy ranks until she can find and kill her sister’s murderer herself. and chip? he’s left for days, stewing in irritation and building up a heavy grudge in response to jay’s betrayal, and he escapes before he can be taken anywhere worse, and sets off on a stolen ship looking for some real pirates.

ARC TWO

mana!gillion wakes up on a kitchen counter in prime!chip’s little apartment. prime!jay is also there. gillion, at first, is disoriented and lashes out, but he’s quickly calmed down by his new companions, who are incredibly curious about whatever the hell this fish guy’s got going on. the two wannabe heroes catch their new friend up on where he is and what’s happening, (at least, as far as what they’re aware of; they won’t find out about his banishment for a long time.) at some point, it turns out chip’s been training some kid who also has powers, (ollie,) and thus, the oneshot what-if this is based off of, occurs. nothing comes of that, they still aren’t prime defenders.

mana!jay is, indeed, rising in the ranks. she’s becoming a formidable soldier. and mana!chip finds mana!lizzie, and joins her crew, the grandberry pirates, with the end goal of getting back at the navy and by extension, jay.

ARC THREE

in both dimensions, something isn’t right.

mana!gillion finds himself at home and at peace with his hero friends, but something isn’t quiet right. he’s like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly, and yet is from the wrong set entirely. additionally, there’s an individual, labeled a supervillain by the news, that’s been stirring up trouble in the very city the three friends live in, and gillion can’t help but find the mechsuit of this villain incredibly familiar. gill also gets some new clothes, and some more futuristic armor. pretzel keeps her hero mask.

mana!chip is falling into old patterns from his time with reuben price, and is becoming nearly as ruthless as his captain.

mana!jay talks to her friend, kira, who voices some concerns. jay brushes these off and continues training and barking orders at the people around her. but when she is faced with a portrait of her sister, she starts to wonder if this is worth it. she spends a lot of her time alone crying.

ARC FOUR

mana!chip and mana!jay meet for the first time since zero in a tavern on neutral soil. jay doesn’t think of her leaving chip as a betrayal, but he does. she talks to him like an old friend, even tries to invite him to join her in her cause. but chip is angry. his hurt bubbles and boils under his skin, manifesting in an off putting display of lava cracking between his skin around the edges of his face, and he attacks her. the two fight, and when jay inevitably beats chip, she spares him, but leaves knowing exactly what they have become*, and exactly what she needs to do about it**. (*arch enemies) (**kill or throw every single pirate in the deepest darkest prisons, including chip.)

mana!gillion and prime!chip and prime!jay attempt to stop the new villain that has finally become enough of a threat for heroes to be an adequate force of retaliation. the robotic figure is about fifteen feet tall, and greatly resembles gillion, with black, turquoise, and pink plates and pieces, like a full suit of armor. it is called The T1d3str1d3r, or The Tidstrider, or just The Strider. the names it is given are varied. it also has a pink, octopus-like robot that breaks free of it’s surface in order to join in on the fight.

at a certain point during the fight, the heroes are split up, and mana!gillion goes searching for his enemy in an alley, only to be met with a single glowing blue eye in the darkness, and a voice not unlike his own. this is where he properly meets the prime version of himself. when his foe steps out of the shadows, prime!gillian introduces himself. he’s working with a group of vigilantes, with the goal of doing good for the city, even if they have to do bad things to get there. but that’s not the whole of it, as prime!gillian is onto him. he knows that mana!gill isn’t meant to be on prime, he knows he’s from another world. and he’s barely able to finish his monologue before mana!gillion slams into him and they fight, now with prime!gill at much more of a disadvantage, having sent his mech off to fight prime!chip and jay.

ARC FIVE

after a few more, uh, incidents, the two gills come to a truce of sorts. they’re both the same person, kind of, so they’re kind of the only ones who Get It. and eventually, mana!gill takes prime!gill to meet with his friends properly, who much to his surprise, (and kind of disappointingly,) they really hit it off. mana!gillion isn’t sure why exactly he’s upset at this, but he suddenly feels like a fourth wheel to a friendship he had helped happen. and it doesn’t feel good.

eventually, though, prime!gillian takes his new allies to his secret base. (i have not decided what the secret base is yet.) they meet the prime versions of lizzie, (who keeps everyone on task,) caspian, (lizzie’s #1 supporter and enabler,) marshal john, (the muscle,) edyn, (here called eden, she’s an inventor and mechanic,) and finn, (resident weird old guy who’s really into biology, zoology, writing romance novels, helping his granddaughter with her tech, and, finally, the multiverse.) chip is incredibly excited to see lizzie, since they were really good childhood friends, and he hadn’t seen her since the black rose heroes all split up and retired. mana!gillion talks to prime!gillian and finn, and learns about what they’ve been doing (studying the multiverse and trying to steal the tech they need to travel between dimensions, without success,) why he shouldn’t be here, and why his home dimension needs him.

over on mana, mana!chip and mana!jay have gotten to the point where they command great numbers of their respective people, and have been sending letters back and forth in an attempt to negotiate territory and resources, to no avail. they’ve also both had some pretty wild makeovers.

ARC SIX

tensions are rising.

mana!gillion is feeling more and more distanced from his prime friends. he realizes just how alone he truly is. at the same time, prime!chip and prime!gillian are having a fight on a high rooftop, (mirroring riptide episode #15 but with a more angry-looking gill,) but they do work things out eventually, and the two have a tender moment looking out over the city lights. mana!gillion starts helping prime!finn seek out facilities to rob that might have the stuff they need to send gillion home. gillion doesn’t know where his morals and beliefs lie in a world so alien to him.

mana!chip and mana!jay are at war. at this point, they’ve had some sailing scuffles. but now they’re planning the big thing, a huge battle. jay is an admiral of the navy, and chip has command over all the pirates lizzie, his captain, has recruited to their cause. both have had family and friends feeding into their drives of vengeance, both, at this point, want the other dead. the location for the final battle between pirates and navy is set: a large island that used to be home to a bustling civilization, now mostly abandoned and overgrown. all that’s to be done now is to prepare the armies for the fight.

ARC SEVEN

prime!finn has warned mana!gillion of how dangerous it is to be away from who should have been his friends. neither have any idea of what’s actually happening on mana, but they have clues that it can’t be good. all gillion knows is that the people he’s SUPPOSED to be with, are in grave danger. and his friends on prime? they have their own gillian. they don’t need him. he feels unwanted. so he, accompanied by the grandberries as well as prime!chip and prime!jay, break into the place with the parts, beat up some guards or something, steal the things, and return to base so eden and finn can begin building the portal to mana.

unfortunately, the battle is beginning. pirate and navy ships gather on opposite sides of the island, countless people waiting for their leaders to send them out onto the soon-to-be battlefield.

ARC EIGHT

with the portal built and tested, (tested at least according to finn, when a lot of water came out,) mana!gillion steps through, and falls from the sky once more, this time into his homeworld.

it takes him a great deal of time, but eventually he finds out what’s happening, and realizes he has to move quick, or else he’d lose the two people he’s never met, and yet matter more to him than either of his whole worlds.

don’t ask how he gets there, idk, but when he arrives to the battlefield, the fight has gone on all day. the sun is setting, blood is seeping through the grass and dirt, and he lunges forth into the fray, parrying some blows and dodging others, in search of HIS chip and jay.

he finds them and uhhhh. stops them from killing eachother? yeah the ending is something i’m still very much unsure about. group healing arc is required though. yeah

again, this is a very rough first draft. in a more realized version of the story, there would be a villain, some actual subplots, a big conflict that is actually properly resolved on prime, and more stuff going on on mana. yeah 👍

#zeros to heroes and beyond #ZTHAB au #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #things i said

[cegantheayugipi]

Eternally Weak Chapter 5 (Various Genshin x Reader)

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You had been traveling with Diluc and Kaeya across Mondstadt and Liyue in search of the strange appearances of monsters in places you would least expect them. You happen to meet Xiao, the reclusive adeptus, and it drags up memories you would rather forget.. Heavy emphasis on Xiao x reader.

Word count: 4.7k

Pairings: Diluc x F!reader, Kaeya x F!reader, Xiao x F!reader, mentioned Zhongli x F!reader

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, graphic violence, near death experiences, hurt/comfort

~ Present Day ~

You looked down at your dinner; it smelled delicious. It was a shame that your appetite had completely disappeared. Your mind was too busy reeling from the encounter with the teal-haired adeptus. As you habitually ate each bite of your food, you couldn’t focus on the amazing flavors that Smiley had created. All that was on your mind was Xiao and the unbridled guilt from 500 years of abandonment.

You finished dinner. You waved goodnight to Diluc and Kaeya, but you were completely absent inside. You walked up the stairs to your room. Shut the door behind you. Then laid down in the bed.

Out in the hallway, Kaeya and Diluc exchanged a concerned glance.

“What’s wrong with her?” Diluc asked.

“It’s something to do with that Adeptus I bet.” Kaeya responded, shrugging his shoulders. “We can ask her in the morning.”

All you did that evening was stare out the window at the starry sky and the peaceful waters of the surrounding marsh and Minlin mountains to the west. Liyue was beautiful; over the past centuries, however, you tended to avoid it… Too much had happened in that beautiful country.

Once the moon was high in the sky and the inn was silent, the draw of the landscape became too great. You wanted to get away, explore more, perhaps figure out what was behind those strange appearances of monsters.

You swung your window open carefully, looking back to make sure you had packed everything in your bag. You eyed some boats tied up to shore, and climbed up on the ledge.

You looked down; it was a huge drop. Jumping from a quarter of the height would be fatal for you, but this fact didn’t scare you. You’ve lived like this for five hundred years now.

Without sparing another moment of consideration, you leapt from the windowsill and opened your glider behind you. You gracefully descended towards the boats, coming to a gentle landing next to a small one. With a flick of your wrist, you summoned your scythe and sliced away the rope that had tethered the boat to shore before letting it disappear in golden glitter once more. You pushed the boat out towards the lake, and set off.

You didn’t need a map. After all, you’ve had plenty of time to learn the landscape.

~~~

Xiao couldn’t believe his eyes when he first saw you from his perch on the rooftop. What he could believe even less, however, was the dainty “20” painted at the end of your status bar. His stomach dropped as emotions he never thought existed began to overwhelm him.

It had been five hundred years, and you were still suffering.

Xiao had your image burned into his brain; you were still just as beautiful as you were all those centuries ago. He thought about how you responded to him at dinner over and over, as the sun set and dusk turned to night. He had endured so much physical pain over thousands of years yet nothing felt quite as bad as this.

The only thing that roused him from the depths of his mind was the sound of a window opening on the far side of the inn. Xiao teleported himself over to the other side of the inn with a gentle gust of wind, and his eyes stared down at your head that poked out of the window. He wondered what you were doing, then he was immediately answered as you jumped from the window right before his eyes.

‘She’s going to die falling from that height.’ Xiao began to jump down after you, but he noticed how you opened your glider and descended to land gracefully. He watched you steal a boat, and row across the lake in silence.

He wondered how you could be so capable and fearless, when you were constantly crippled by unavoidable karmic debt. There was no doubt that you were in incredible pain at all times too. 

Xiao followed you across the lake, silently watching over you as you hiked through the ancient and towering cliffs of Cuijue Slope. He kept his presence hidden from your senses as you crept past sleeping hilichurls and avoided traces of slimes. You eventually found the mouth of a worn down and unstable-looking cave, and gave a quick glance around your surroundings before descending into its dark depths. There were electro crystals that gave off a dim glow, and lit the path so you could at least see the ground beneath your feet. Xiao followed you, becoming agitated by how reckless you were being when it came to your own safety.

You even began to hum to yourself softly as you descended further underground, following elemental traces along what Xiao soon realized was complex and structurally weak cavern system. Occasionally, the surrounding stone would shift, sending Xiao’s heart racing yet somehow leaving you undisturbed by such danger.

“I wonder if…” You trailed off, reaching out at an odd looking ore deposit. Before you could even touch it, you heard the growl of a rift hound. “...Oh, there you are…”

You turned, and began to creep back up through the tunnels where you came from, as if you were not seconds away from discovery by the terrifying beast. As the rift hound began approaching your direction, and you caught noises of several others in tow behind it. Your eyes widened, although nobody could see your expression. You decided the best course of action would be to hide. You found a rock large enough to obscure you from sight, and curled up in a ball behind it. 

Xiao could sense everything that unfolded, and was not about to sit there and watch you get hunted down by rift hounds. They were terrifyingly ferocious beasts, and one touch would drain every single health point you had. He crept closer to you, keeping his presence completely hidden from the monsters.

And then the rift hounds caught you.

With a growl, a rift hound leapt forward towards your hiding place, but Xiao was faster. With a quick swipe of his polearm, he knocked it away from you. He wouldn’t let these monsters even get close to you. The hound flew backwards into the cave wall, knocking even more stones free from the ceiling of the already weakening cave.

“Xiao! What the hell are you doing here?” You shouted over the noises of fighting in front of you. A small chunk of stone fell from the ceiling, and you managed to dodge it just in time before it could snatch a couple of health points away from you.

“There isn’t time to talk, let’s get out of here!” Xiao responded. “The cave is going to collapse!”

“Then don’t hit the hounds so hard!” You responded with a dark laugh as you leapt away from the fight and back towards the exit, knowing better than to ignore Xiao’s request. The adeptus let out a near growl at your response, angry at the way you never seemed to take your impending death seriously.

As if Xiao were clairvoyant, the tunnel began to collapse as soon as the exit came into view; rocks hurtled from the ceiling and threatened to crush you if you couldn’t speed up. As you raced towards the exit, your mind traveled to the thought that you hadn’t yet finished exploring the unusual elemental traces left by the hounds.

The tunnel was collapsing too quickly, and Xiao realized you weren’t going to make it. He abandoned his fight with the rift hounds, confident that the collapsing tunnel would kill them. In a gust of wind, he flashed towards you as you were in the middle of running to the exit. It seemed like you were running in slow motion as Xiao approached you, his movements as fast as an arc of lightning. He grabbed you just in time to shield you from the falling rocks.

You didn’t know what happened… One second, you were almost out of the cave and could see the night sky through the exit. The next, everything was dark and you couldn’t tell which way was up. Your head spun, and you tried to remember what day it was and where exactly you were. You felt a warm breeze fan across your face. You tried to sit up, but your forehead knocked against something.

“Ow.” You grumbled, bringing a hand up to rub your head.

“Don’t move” You heard Xiao’s voice from mere inches away. You realized that the warm breeze was Xiao’s breath, and the events from this evening came back to you in a painful flood. You were laying on your back on the floor of the cave, and Xiao was above you looking down. 

“Are you hurt?” The Yaksha questioned.

“No…” you responded. “What happened?” you glanced around, your eyes trying to pick out details in the darkness.

“The tunnel collapsed.”

“No shit!” You responded, stifling a laugh because the situation had gotten so grim.

“Don’t move an inch.” Xiao responded, his tone still serious. You nodded, but then realized that he couldn’t see you. Xiao’s breaths were irregular, and you began to feel something drip onto your face. You could taste the liquid as it slid onto your lips; it was metallic.

You cast a small anemo spell, condensing the elemental magic until it gave off a faint turquoise glow. That was when you noticed the blood dripping down Xiao’s pained face. There was a pinch to the corner of his eyes, a tightness to the way his lips rested and it sunk like a rock in your chest.

“Those rocks behind you…” You murmured.

“I won’t let them fall.” Xiao spoke, his chest shuddering from the pain. His white shirt was now stained crimson, and you realized he must have terrible injuries from the thousands of tons of rocks weighing on him.

Xiao could see the horror that grew across your face in the glow of your anemo spell. He noticed the drops of blood that fell onto your face; that was his blood. He must be hurt.

Somehow, he barely felt the pain anymore after all, that pain was nothing compared to how bad his karmic debt sometimes felt when it nearly took control of him. Right now, all he felt was anguish in his heart. 

“I…” You murmured, your lip quivering. “I’m sorry.”  Your voice was so small; it made Xiao’s heart wrench in his chest.

“Shut up.” Xiao’s voice came out pained and harsh, his eyes blinking hard.

You froze, your eyebrows drawing upwards in a distraught expression. Your lips began to draw downwards into a frown and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, when Xiao spoke up once again.

“Shut up and stop apologizing.” Xiao’s breathing was ragged, but his tone was determined. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”

“Wh-” You murmured, surprised by his response. “...But I left you.”

“But I cursed you first!” Xiao exclaimed, his voice suddenly loud. Your mouth dropped open in shock, and your anemo spell dissipated because you were so caught off guard.

“You saved my life.” You responded, “That’s a blessing, not a curse.”

“No, the debt that I gave you is a horrible curse. The pain is unbearable. I gave you a fate worse than death.” Xiao gasped out those final words, the weight of the rocks becoming greater and greater on his shoulders.

“Pain?” you asked, “I don’t feel any pain.”

“What?” Xiao blurted out. Your simple statement shocked him so much that he lost his balance and fell from his hands to his elbows. The weight of the rocks was wearing his body down, nearly crushing him against you. Now, your faces were almost touching, but Xiao was still determined to hold the weight of the mountainside up.

“Xiao!” You exclaimed, igniting your anemo spell once again and holding it above your head. The two of you were so close, your noses were almost touching.

“I’m fine.” He responded. “But…”

“But what?” 

“Do you really feel no pain?” He questioned, his amber eyes staring intently into yours.

“I don’t feel any pain at all.” You responded, your breath blowing gently across Xiao’s face. “Did you think, after all these years, that I was dealing with karmic debt on the level of yours?” 

Xiao was speechless. All he could do was hold his body above yours, with the weight of a mountain on his shoulders, as a completely different kind of weight was lifted off of his back. There was a long pause as you stared into each other's eyes, a new understanding washing over the two of you.

“I’m so sorry for leaving, Xiao.” The tears that welled up in your eyes began to spill over. “I should have at least called your name to let you know I was okay.” You hiccuped, the tears obstructing your vision. Xiao lowered his head, resting it on your forehead. He couldn’t bear to look at your heartbroken expression.

“Don’t cry.” He murmured, his voice hoarse. He never even gave himself the chance to think that you were okay. All these years, he believed you were suffering and that was why you never came back to him, why you never visited Rex Lapis again after he woke up from his 100 year slumber. He thought you hated him for making you suffer. He thought he would never see you again. Instead, you had left him for your own reasons, not because you resented Xiao for cursing you with karmic debt. You left him while still holding him dear in your heart. 

And yet, he forgave you.

Xiao was just relieved to know you were okay.

You noticed Xiao’s torso was slowly getting closer to yours. You realized the rocks were too much for him to bear, especially after the initial impact injured him badly. 

“We need to get out of here, before these rocks kill you.” you murmured, blinking your tears away.

“I can keep holding these for a couple more hours at least.” You felt Xiao’s chest brush against yours as he took a deep but raspy inhale. There was almost certainly blood gathering in his lungs. 

“More?” You asked. “How long has it been?”

“Perhaps an hour or so.” Xiao spoke. He was not about to tell you about how he listened to your breathing as you laid unconscious beneath him, counting your breaths as a way of keeping his mind off of the insane amount of stress his body was under for several hours.

“We’re getting out of here.” You spoke, determined.

“No, stay still.” Xiao’s lips were almost touching yours as he spoke, his body so close yet so determined not to give in. “We can wait for the archaeologists to excavate the collapse.”

“Just trust me.” You murmured. “I can get us out of here.”

“You might be concussed.” Xiao spoke. “You shouldn’t try anything dangerous.”

“Have you seen the state of yourself?” You scoffed, your breath tickling Xiao’s face.

“Just stay like this.” Xiao remained stubborn, even as his chest was now flush against yours. 

“Trust me, Xiao.” You spoke softly, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek that was stained with blood. He parted his lips to say something, but you cut him off as you pressed your lips against his.

Xiao’s whole being was caught off guard by the sudden kiss; this gave you the chance to cast your geo and dendro spells in quick succession, shifting apart the heavy rocks just enough to force yourself through. The momentary loss of control that Xiao experienced allowed you to grab his shoulders, bringing him along with you as your dendro vines pulled you through the opening created by your geo spell. It was by sheer luck that you two managed to escape before the rocks that Xiao had been holding up for hours shifted and collapsed in on the small opening you two had resided in. 

A bright light blinded the two of you, and you realized you were now outside in the sunlight.

Xiao gripped onto you tight as you tumbled down the hill alongside boulders, dust, and rock. He tried to take the brunt of the impact despite being much more injured than you were. He didn’t care if he was crippling himself more and more, as long as you were unharmed. As you two came to a rest at the bottom of the hill, Xiao still kept his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“H-hey.” You wheezed. “You’re squeezing me a little tight.” Xiao blinked. He realized your face was beginning to turn red while it was pressed against his chest, and he quickly let go of you. You sat up, rubbing your eyes from the bright morning sun. Xiao’s eyes went wide as he realized you were covered nearly head to toe in blood.

“Are you hurt?” He reached out a bloody hand, and he realized he was covered in blood as well.

“No, but you are.” You responded, staring at Xiao. He looked worse for wear. “You’re really hurt.”

“I’ll be fine.” Xiao responded. “Your health is getting low. We should head back to Wangshu inn.”

You shook your head, sighing at the way Xiao put your safety before his. You looked up and noticed how high the sun was in the sky. “Did you hold up those boulders for the whole night?”

Xiao looked down, knowing how many agonizing hours he spent holding the weight of the mountain on his back. “I suppose so.”

You noticed how blood was seeping more quickly from Xiao’s back. The weight of the boulders must have prevented him from bleeding out previously by tamponading his back, but now that the pressure was gone, his wounds gushed blood readily. 

“You need help.” You spoke, your eyes wide. You reached out a hand, but stopped midway. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t have any healing potions, and you didn’t know how to stop him from bleeding out.

“No, I’m fine. Xiao tried to get up, his face turning white as he stumbled to his knees.

“You’re definitely not fine!” You exclaimed worriedly, rushing to hook his arm over your shoulders and stand him up. He was heavy, but you weren’t going to let that slow you down. Your legs shook as you began to walk while supporting Xiao’s weight.

You made your way back towards the lake, one step at a time. Each step, blood dripped from Xiao and spattered onto the dirt path. 

Step after step.

Your feet scuffled on the ground.

Grunting, you shifted Xiao’s weight across your shoulders.

Just another step forward. 

And another.

As the sun rose and rose, Xiao grew paler and paler.

One more turn, and the lake would be in full view. You were out of breath from carrying Xiao but you persevered. You were going to get him back to the inn no matter what it took.

As the lake grew into view, the glimmering surface nearly blinded you. It was a beautiful day today, but it was a day stained by blood and anguish. You were panting as you continued to take step after step, practically dragging Xiao with you as he became too weak to move.

There was still hope, but it was dwindling fast. It hurt so much to stand, the fatigue in your legs screaming and begging you to stop, rest, recover. You ignored all of this. 

“Hang in there Xiao!” You exclaimed, gripping his torso tighter as you lifted him forward one more step. Each step you took was another splatter of blood and another HP lost from his health bar.

Xiao’s head lolled forward, and you realized he was beginning to lose consciousness.

“Xiao. Xiao!” You exclaimed.

“I…” Xiao’s voice trailed off. 

You paused to listen closely to what he was saying, but you heard only weak raspy breaths. 

“XIAO!” You screamed, panic overcoming you. Your legs found a new burst of strength, powering forward as you were now dragging Xiao.

In the distance, you heard a shout. Looking up, you saw two figures by the lake, moving quickly towards you. You instantly knew who they are. You smiled a little, realizing that they must have gone looking for you. 

You heard them shout your name in the distance. You took another step towards the two, dragging Xiao’s weight with you. The image in front of you became wavy, and you strugged to stay on your feet with Xiao leaning completely on you.

“Help him! Please!” You exclaimed.

Both men looked horrified at the sight of you covered from head to toe in blood. 

“Y/N, are you alright?” Kaeya exclaimed as he reached you.

“Help Xiao, not me!” You rasped out. “I’m fine!” 

Diluc lifted Xiao off of you, and your knees finally buckled underneath you once his weight was gone. 

“You’re obviously not fine.” Kaeya spoke, kneeling down to check up on you. Your health bar was nearly empty, and you looked terrifying drenched in blood with tears running red streaks down your cheeks. Your chest was heaving from the panic and the stress your body had been under from half-carrying Xiao for several miles. Kaeya reached out a hand towards your upset face, but you slapped it away.

“Get Xiao a healing potion!” You practically screamed, your eyes wild with fear as you gave him a crazed glare.

“I’m already on it.” Diluc spoke, and you looked over to see him holding the potion to Xiao’s lips. If Kaeya thought you looked bad, Xiao looked worse. His complexion was pasty white but he was also stained a sickly darkening crimson from the blood that had dried over several hours of bleeding. Xiao’s health bar began to climb, and he let out a groan of pain as he began to regain consciousness and his eyes blinked several times.

“Get him to the Inn now.” You spoke, your voice firm. Diluc began to lift Xiao up, but the Adeptus spoke up once again.

“No.” Xiao groaned. “I can walk on my own.”

Diluc highly doubted this, but let Xiao stand up on his own. He took one step, staggered, and then fell. Diluc immediately caught the injured Yaksha once again before he could hit the ground. 

Everything passed in a blur as Diluc and Kaeya rushed Xiao back to the inn. You followed behind the two men, your stamina running on nothing but frenzied thoughts. Once you got to the boat, you slumped down in its hull as Diluc rowed it back to the inn and Kaeya watched after Xiao. 

You must have passed out at some point; you woke up with your cheek pressed against something warm. Blinking your eyes, you realized that your face was resting on Kaeya’s shoulder, and his arms were hooked around your legs as he carried you piggy-back.

“Mmh.” You groaned, shifting your body. Kaeya almost lost balance with you, shifting a hand up your back and leaning forwards to make sure you didn’t fall.

“Woah there,” Kaeya spoke, slowing down his pace. “I don’t wanna drop you down the stairs.”

Your eyes darted around your surroundings and you realized Kaeya was carrying you up the steps of Wangshu Inn. You tried to lift your head, but you were simply too exhausted. You let out a groan against his neck, and felt Kaeya’s skin grow hotter from the sensation of your voice. 

“What happened?” You murmured, your throat raw.

“You fell asleep for a little bit back there.” Kaeya spoke, “but we’re almost there.”

Kaeya didn’t want to alarm you, so he hid his panic well. His heart pounded in his chest as he delicately carried you, worried that you would lose more health if he held you too tightly. He didn’t dare look back, for fear that the number above your head had decreased even more – when he had picked you up, it was a mere “3”.

“Where’s Xiao?” You asked, beginning to get antsy from how slowly Kaeya was carrying you.

“Diluc is making sure his injuries get treated.” Kaeya explained, reaching the top of the steps. “Now, be careful, I’m going to set you down here.” 

Kaeya turned around and slowly lowered you onto a couch. You had no idea why he was moving so carefully and delicately.

“Here’s the potion you asked for!” A maid ran towards the two of you, holding out the small crystal bottle.

“Thanks.” Kaeya took the potion from her, and opened the cap. “Drink this.”

He held the potion towards you, and you drank from it without question. As you felt the effects take over your body, strength slowly began to return to your limbs. Kaeya let out a deep sigh, slumping down into the chair beside you. 

“You had me worried back there.” He spoke, his eyes closed as he leaned back on the soft cushions. The relief that Kaeya felt was incredible – he was afraid that the slightest nudge would send you to your maker. When he noticed you had passed out on the boat, both he and Diluc panicked. They had used their only healing potion on Xiao, who needed it first, and they had to rush to the Inn for more help.

“Worried?” You questioned, looking up at your health bar. It was full. However, even the weakest of potions could restore you to full health. You shook your head. “I’m going to see Xiao. Where is he?”

“I can show you.” Kaeya grunted, standing back up on his feet. 

‘Man, what a tiring morning.’ He thought, stepping towards the stairwell once again to go down a floor. You followed behind eagerly, ignoring your exhaustion.

When you reached the room that Xiao was resting in, you eagerly stepped through the door. Diluc was sitting on the window ledge as he watched over a sleeping Xiao. As you came into the room, the image in front of you invoked memories that you wished you could forget. 

All of those years you spent sitting by his bedside, in that hospital, ignoring everything around you. You ignored the passage of time, the bustling city, and you ignored your relationship with Rex Lapis as it slowly fell apart.

This was the same image you had run away from, the image that you left behind in order to start again somewhere new

You felt violated by these memories. You wanted to reach your hands into your skull and scratch them out, to tear these images from your eyes and burn them into ash. You wanted to scream, to tear your hair out, to cry and to escape all at once.

“Hey, are you okay?” Diluc’s words broke you out of the cage that your mind had created around you.

“Huh?” You felt yourself come back to the real world, finding yourself standing on your feet. Your heart battered against your ribcage, your palms sweaty. “I… I’m fine.” You weren’t.

“This Adeptus really did a number on you, didn’t he?” Kaeya quipped, but his words fell on deaf ears. Your body moved on its own as you sat down in the chair beside Xiao’s bed, reaching for his motionless hand.

Your head dropped as you stared down at your lap. There were too many emotions pulling your heart in too many directions. Anger, fear, love, regret.

“Let’s leave her be, for now.” Kaeya glanced over at Diluc, and jerked his head towards the door to signal his exit. The two men quietly left the room, shutting the door behind them.

Now that you were alone in the room with a sleeping Xiao, tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You blinked them away, knowing that tears only made you seem weaker.

“I hate that face.” Xiao’s raspy voice came from beside you. Your head snapped towards his direction, and met the Adeptus’ half lidded gaze. “That face you make when you try not to cry.”

“I hate you.” You smiled, a weak laugh escaping your lips as a tear finally slid down your cheek.

“You should.” Xiao responded.

“Except I don’t.” You shook your head, “You should be the one hating me.”

“Why would I ever hate you?” Xiao scoffed despite his voice still being weak.

“For leaving you.” You spoke plainly.

“Leaving?” Xiao spoke. “You never really left me.”

You tilted your head, confused.

“I could sense you everywhere you went. Even in the far reaches of Teyvat, I knew you were out there.” Xiao explained.

“You…” Words failed you.

“But, “ Xiao’s expression grew firm. “Have you spoken to Rex Lapis?”

Your gaze turned towards the floor.

“He’s the one who deserves an apology.”

~~~

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[lostsunlight]

CHAPTER 3 - THOSE WHO SIN AND THOSE WHO PRAY

childe x reader, wc: 4.4k, masterlist, Ao3

cw: blood and gore, nsfw

He helps you down the ruin, making your way through the canyon. You took one last moment to look across the scenery, if you were lucky this might be the last time you would ever return here. You felt a small pang of loss before it was overridden by the determination to be free that had long been rooted in you.

It was all falling into place. This is what you had fought for since the fateful day you had received your Vision. Adrenaline ran through your veins, you could almost taste the freedom.

You ran to the waypoint, now panting. Looking back you gave Childe a final nod and put your hand to the waypoint, you pictured the square. Feeling your body become formless for a moment you breathed out. The next thing you knew you were in the square. 

Still slightly panting you began to run in a beeline towards the nearest set of knights. Just a few metres away from the way point. The cool night winds whipping harshly against your skin. 

“Help, I need help!” you stuttered out

One of the Knights grabbed your shoulders “Sister, what are you doing out here so late?” his stern voice echoed throughout the square. 

“Please, I just need to get to the cathedral” You look back at the waypoint, your breathing growing heavier with every passing second.

The Knights nodded, just as they began to lead you up the stairs the waypoint flashed again, Childe nonchalantly walked past into the depths of the night, pretending not to notice you and the Knights. You hid behind one of them. The Knights gave each other a nod, they spit up one following Childe and the other leading you back to the cathedral.

“Sister, what's your name? Can you tell me what happend?” You look up at him, eyes watering with crocodile tears. 

“My name is Y/N. I-I don't know what happened. I was serving my penance and the next thing I knew someone grabbed me and pulled me out the window. I can't remember what happened next” You mumbled  “All I know is that I somehow managed to break free and get to a waypoint”

The knight lead you through the plaza to the doors of the church. He rapped upon the guilded doors. A few moments later another Knight unlocked the heavy door. It was the same one that was guarding Barbara’s office. 

He takes the state of you in, arms tightly crossed across your body, shaking. Standing next to a mildly concerned looking Knight.

“Sir Micheal, Sister Y/N came to us for help, she teleported into the square and ran to us for help. She said she was kidnapped while serving penance but she can’t remember what happened. The Fatui Harbinger teleported in a few seconds later”

Micheal gathers you in and pulls you into the cathedral. 

“Thank you Sir Otto, I will go report to The Deaconess” He places a hand across your shoulder, the iron gauntlets digging too far in causing you to wince. 

“This will be over quickly, with any luck The Deaconess won’t punish you” His voice had the same tone as it did when he locked you in the tower. The words were at the edge of your tongue. You wanted to ask him if he wanted to fight for The Order, if like you, he believed your God had abandoned you. 

He leads you through the rows of pews towards the Sanctuary, hidden behind the base of the altar. You're still shaking, putting all your effort into replicating the knights you've seen after battle. You had become familiar with the sight, side by side with the other healers doing the best you could to stop the endless rivers of blood pouring from their bodies. The fights against the Abyss had been tough, they would only become worse with time. Perhaps one day without the protection of its God, Mondstadt would fall to its knees.

He leaves you in her office sitting you down in the hard chair opposite from her desk. There was no light in the room aside from a small candle Otto had lit. The decorum of the office still annoyed you. For a woman who was meant to live her life in pious modesty, she truly did have a taste for the extravagant. 

“I'm going to go wake The Deaconess, I’ll be back in a minute”

You tried to turn the fear you had for The Deaconess into the fear you were supposedly having after being kidnapped. You wondered if The Deaconess would be kind this time like Micheal had said. Your gut instinct was to doubt him, the only people you had seen The Deaconess were those at or above her station.

You heard footsteps approaching the door before it opened. The Deaconess stood in a long night robe despite having just woken up she looked surprisingly alert. She sat down opposite from you, lighting a few more candles casting more light into the room. 

“Sister Y/N, can you tell me what happened?” She folded her small hands under her chin. Her soft voice still had a sharpness weaved into it. Her expression showed no sympathy. 

You took a second preparing to explain yourself but before you could get the first word out the door once again burst open. The Cavalry Captain stood for a moment at the door frame, if you looked closely you could see a slight sway to his gait. He walked in and leaned on the desk next to Barbara. 

“Captain Kaeya, I'm glad you could make it considering the circumstances” The Deaconess looked up at him looking mildly agitated at his drunken stupor. The Captain was well known for his habit of haunting The Angels Share most Friday nights.

‘Of course, hearing a Sister come in running from a waypoint begging for help is rather alarming” He replied calmly, gesturing to you. “Continue, please”

You took a deep breath “I’m not sure, I was in the South Tower serving my penance and the next thing I knew I was at Stormbearer Mountains, I heard them talking about Port Dornman. I saw the waypoint and took my chance to get out.”

The captain looked at you before asking “Do you know who took you?’

“I heard no names or faces, I couldn’t pick up the accent either. I-I don’t know why me”

You saw Barbara look at Kaeya mouthing one word “Fatui?” He shrugged 

 You put the pieces together, Perfect.

“Are you sure there's nothing you can remember?”

You shook your head “N-No” 

Kaeya sighed pulling a hand down his face “I shall inform The Grandmaster and find that knight who was tailing Tartaglia, expect to hear word in the morning Deaconess”

He leaves the office just as abruptly as he entered. You looked back at Barbara, she was drumming her fingers on her desk deep in thought. 

“Sister Y/N, You shall finish the remainder of your penance and return to your normal duties. We currently suspect it was the Fatui who attempted this, for what reason I cannot fathom”

“F-Forgive me Deaconess if this is out of line but if it was the Fatui what would happen” You worded your question carefully trying to edge out what their plan was, with any luck they would play right into your waiting hands. 

She gave you a hard glare “Likely nothing Sister” 

Although she wouldn’t explicitly state it, you were right, dart in the bullseye. The Order was still too weak to risk a war with the Fatui. They already suspected the Fatui were up to no good, this wasn’t even the farthest they've gone if the rumours about them trying to ruin Dawn Winery’s harvest this year were true. 

With any luck there would be a follow up with The Grandmaster and then nothing. When the time came for you to fake your death, they would hopefully suspect the Fatui again and investigate no further. Maybe they might even be glad to be rid of you, too much trouble for your worth. 

You abruptly snapped out of your thoughts at Barbara clearing her throat “Thank you Deaconess I shall return to my penance”

You exited the office, finding another knight ready to escort you back to the South Tower to serve the last day of your penance.

✧

The morning after next you felt the sunlight on your face for the first time in far too long. Marianne had practically flown out of bed after she had woken up to see you standing on the balcony, clearly she didn't know about what had happened that night. 

“Y/N, I’m glad you're alright, I missed you” She embraced you in a tight hug, one that you had to force yourself to return.

“Mari” You said trailing off “Something happened”

She frowned and tilted her head a little “What?”

“I'm not exactly sure of the details but I was kidnapped, by whom or why I cannot answer. All I know is that I made it out” The lie you wove slipping out easily

“Archons” she mumbles under her breath. 

You pulled away from her and she rested her forehead against yours “I-I don’t know what to say” she huffed out

“I’ll be OK, I was knocked out for most of it. I don't think I really had time to fear. But now I’m home, I’m safe” The last part was the hardest to bite out. You weren’t home, you weren't safe, not in Mondstadt anyways. With every passing day the city rotted, You had no more time to swallow the false promises that The Order so willing gave you. 

“Come, morning prayer starts soon and The Deaconess will have your head if you’re not there to pray” You said

The two of you moved out of your room, making your way down the stairs. Like always she separated off towards the large golden harp and yor to kneel at the hard wooden pews that had your knees crying in agony every day. You quickly fell back into routine. Every day here was the same. After all, it was easy to move with the flow. 

After you had mouthed your prayers you moved away with the flock of healers. There were about 20 of you in total and some in training.

Sister Grace, the oldest of you, lead the way to the infirmary, as the rest of the healers begin their work you walk Grace for report, much like Sister Olga, Sister Grace stood ridgid. Red hair with greying roots peaked out from her habit.

“Sister Y/N, I understand you have been in penance for a week, your normal bays have been covered by the other Sisters as we expect you to do of them” You merely nodded in response.

“Bay 24 came in last night and had a large laceration on his upper right leg says he got it in a fight with an Abyss Herald on patrol. Bay 25 came in this morning with a nasty fever and Bay 26 is another knight with a broken leg…” She continued her spiel for the next few bays.

“Finally, Sister Ida will be working under you for today” You glanced at the familiar blonde girl. She was only 15, two years into her training but as pious as the oldest nuns. You liked her company, she was talented, like you she had a knack you healing and an Electro vision that had come in handy more than once.

You thanked her, annoyed at her brief descriptions. You delved into work, leading Ida with you. Cleaning the large laceration on the knight's leg was familiar. You tried to not let your thoughts wander to the Harbinger too much, you wondered when you would next see him. You had been too impulsive to tell him when to show up next the last time you were with him.

Moving to the next bay you fully immersed yourself in your work letting the hours fly by as you always did. Leading Ida in her duties as a healer. By the age of 16 she’ll be ready to work on her own. Gently guiding her hands to help with the endless tasks, even letting her crush her own herbs after double checking with you.

Her eyes followed your every move as you activated your vision, controlling the stream of water with practised ease you irrigate a wound, Ida was holding the knight's hands. Even after giving him Milk of the Poppy he could still feel the pain. 

Stepping out of the infirmary at the end of the day, the sun setting over the horizon the sky stained the sky with vibrant yellows, pinks and oranges. You went to find Marianne for dinner walking to the altar to find her scolding a younger sister, likely for messing up an old hymn again. The stark reminder that Marianne was no longer the person you knew hit you like a sack of bricks, time doing nothing to ease the blow.

“Marianne, let's go it's time for dinner” You said in the calmest voice you could muster, you led her away after she dismissed her student. You looked back at the dejected girl making eye contact with her. You gave her the most sympathetic look you could and mouthed the words “Im Sorry”

“How are you holding up Y/N” Marianne asks lacing her arm in yours 

“I think I’m OK, I’m just distracting myself with my duties at the moment” Wanting to change the topic quickly you asked 

“Why were you scolding that student again?”

Marianne rolled her eyes “She just can't get the last bit of ‘Ventum Aquilarum’ right”

You bit your tongue “Ah, Isn’t that a pretty hard one” 

She nods “It is but it's one of The Deaconesses favourites, so she has to play it perfectly” 

You laughed a little, you’ve heard ‘Ventum Aquilarum’ so many times that you could play it on the harp if you tried hard enough. 

Walking into the stone dining hall you take your assigned seats and chew on the same bread and soup you've eaten for the last 19 years. Some of the other sisters were discussing the upcoming Ludi Harpastum. A few of them were hoping to be chosen by whatever champion would win this year, likely one of the nobility like it had been for the last century or so. After Venessa’s rebellion the common folk had been allowed to touch the harpastrum but those days were lost to history.

“I'm excited to see Venti play again this year” Marianne sighed, you had caught her on more than once occasion staring at the Holy Lyre der Himmel, wishing she could play it for herself.

“I hear he’s always getting drunk on dandelion wine at whatever tavern will serve him, I hope hes not too drunk to play this year” 

Marianne laughed, purple eyes gleaming “The Harpastum starts in two weeks can you believe? Maybe we'll get a day off to explore the city again”

“You might but I don't think I can leave the cathedral walls until The Deaconess deems me worthy enough, which could take years”

“The Deaconess isn’t that bad you know”

“You’re in her good graces Mari, you’ve been working with her closely as of late anyways, she needs you for prayer. Of course shes nice to you”

Marianne said nothing in response to that, merely dipping her bread in the radish soup. The two of you finished up, walking out of the dining hall. You and Marianne parted ways. She to The Sanctuary to meet with Deaconess Barbara to discuss tomorrow morning’s prayer and you to the Sisters Quarters. 

You ascended the stairs deep in thought, ever since Marianne had become the primary harpist under Barbara she had become more and more forgiving of her actions. She was right under The Deaconesses wing. An uncomfortable thought occurred to you, what if she became the next Deaconess? Barbara was forbidden from having children as a Sister of the Church and Grandmaster Jean was married to Lisa of the Hexenzirkel. Sure she wasn’t a Gunnhildr but she was of minor noble descent. It was tradition within the noble families of Mondstadt to give their second child to either The Church or The Knights. It wasn’t unheard of for a minor noble to become a Deaconess either. Archons, the Deaconess normally married the Grandmaster in order to create a stronger alliance and keep the Gunnhildr lines clean. 

Climbing higher and higher you reached the room in the roof and banished the racing thoughts from your head, you were catastrophizing again. You needed a distraction. Clambering out the small window you prowled along the cathedral rooftops, eventually perching where you could view the whole city. 

A few moments later you hear footsteps behind you, whipping around you see the Harbinger. He sits down next to you, leaning back on his arms to view the stars

“Miss me” he teases

“Hardly, It’s only been two days” You reply. Why was it so easy to talk to him?

He laughs a little “Tell me, how did our little plan play out”

“The Order suspects you, I doubt they’ll come after you though, diplomatic immunity and all”

“Now the next part of this plan, how do you plan to do that”

“The Ludi Harpastum starts in two weeks, I’m assuming you know what it is?”

He shrugged “Vaguely” 

“Its a 15 day festival, all you need to know is that it's the perfect distraction to make our getaway”

He stands up all of a sudden extending a hand to you “We can talk about this later, fancy another trip?”

You smirk “How could I say no”

✧

Childe’s thoughts kept on coming back to you, for some reason he had agreed to go along with your hair-brained plan. He had decided it was because he was bored and wanted some excitement. Being sent to Mondstadt in search of an absent Archon in preparation for Signoria’s plan was already a sluggish mission, he would rather be fighting the ancient terrors locked away underneath the earth. The only light at the end of the tunnel was the Rite of Decension, he would have to leave Mondstadt at one point or another soon.

Coming to the cathedral roof was an impulsive decision, in truth he had missed you and the excitement you brang but mostly he was bored. You were determined, impulsive and it reminded him of himself. There was something else about you that drew him to you, maybe it was your capacity for kindness, kindness that he craved. Maybe it was the way you treated him as an equal, wanting to know more about him, he rarely had a conversation with someone like the way he did with you.

The opportunity you had provided him was almost perfect, If he was going to take down the Geo Archon he would do it himself. He could finally prove himself to the other Harbingers, being the youngest and the weakest was infuriating him. Sure the others had years some hundreds to perfect their skills but if he wanted to complete his goal of taking down the heavens and bringing it to The Tsaritsa’s feet he needed to be stronger. He needed to be the best.

When he extended his hand to you he had one idea in mind, to fight. If you were going to be working for him he might as well make sure you could fend for yourself. Bringing you with him to Liyue was already a potential weakness, especially if other people found out about you. You had the ability to fight, under your soft exterior lurked something cunning.

He gathered you in his arms once again, leaping off the roof and heading towards the deep woods of Wolvendom. The jagged cliffs and old gnarled oak trees came into view. He landed in a small clearing and glanced around.

“You’ll train with a polearm this time” he said, manifesting one out of subspace, he threw it at you, half expecting you to drop it.

“Why did I expect anything else when we left” you huffed a little and you twired the polearm trying to get used to it weight compared to a sword

“Polearm?” you question raising a brow at him

“I think you’ll fight better with a spear compared to a sword”

Without another second he launched his attack, this time you knew his style a little better, trying to follow his advice you keep the polearm loose in your grip and let it lead you. As expected he bests you in a matter of seconds by knocking you down to the ground before helping you up. 

“Let's make this a little more fun, for everyone round the winner gets to ask a question” He suggests

“That's no fair and you know it” 

He shrugged “Hows this, I don't use any weapons”

You sighed there was no getting around this “Fine, Deal.”

This time you attack first, sharply jabbing your polearm at his with all the force you could muster. He jumps back and sprints around you as you move to swing your polearm. He grabs the handle and pulls it out of your grip with your ease. 

‘Too easy, next time keep the polearm closer to you person and go for the knees” He hands the polearm back to you

“What do you know about the Anemo Archon” he asks you, you look at him curiously, he can tell you know he has an ulterior motive.

“You know how to get the ladies” you tease before continuing “Not much, he's been gone for millenia, at this point I doubt his existence”

He hums “Is there anyone that might know more?”

“Win the next round and I'll tell you”

As expected you lose horribly, this time he jumps the swing aimed at his legs and tackles you to the ground. He's above you, hands on either side of your head. He sees you looking up at him, your eyes unlike his have a shine to them, you still had your soul, you were still unbound. A pang of unexpected sadness rung through him

Trying to shift his thoughts he “See something you like, Y/N” You give him a firm shove to the chest to push him off you. It was easy to flirt, to distract himself from the horrors he inflicted, the lies he had told his younger siblings and the disdain his elder siblings held for him.

Anticipating his question you answer before he can ask “I don't know anyone that would know where Barbatos is. Considering the state of the city he might as well be dead”

“I doubt he’s dead Y/N” you snort a little at that 

“Alright Sister Tartaglia” 

The third round he decides to let you win, you knock him back against a tree with the base of your polearm, surprise crosses your face before you smile. 

“You let me win this time”

“Hardly, now your question”

“How did you become a Harbinger” A dangerous question he thinks, he leans back against the tree considering how to answer.

“I wanted to become the best, I was forced into the Fatui by my father at fourteen and found my love for battle there” he dances around the truth “I devoted myself to mastering the art of battle fighting every superior I could. Eventually one of the other Harbingers recognised my talent and the rest is history”

You give him a look, he could tell that you knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth but not pressing further. You hand the polearm back to him

“We better get back Marianne will be wondering where I am”

“Marianne?”

“Another Sister, my roommate” He could hear the notes of sadness in your voice, the way your eyebrows twitch.

“Before we leave we should discuss the plan”

“Let's do it on the walk back then”

The two of you began the short trek back to the walled city. The woods thinning out the closer the two of you got. He was on his guard for any Knights that might be patrolling the area. 

“Meet me on the roof on 7th day of the Ludi Harpastum at sunset, That's the halfway point by then people will be too far into it to investigate properly, the Knights will have their hands full and that's the one night The Deaconess lets The Sisters join the festivities”

The tone in your voice, the finality of it. 

“What makes you think I’ll be finished with my mission in 3 weeks?”

“If I’m correct about who you're looking for, and considering you probably wouldn’t be so careless as to let it slip unless you wanted me to know, then I would say its a fruitless mission”

“I’ve searched every corner of this damned country and not a single trace of that Archon” 

“Why do you want to find him anyways?”

He smirks deciding how much to tell you “After you break free I’ll tell you”

“Always a card up your sleeve Harbinger” 

“Can’t let you know everything can I now?”

The city came into view, two knights guarding the city's gates. You glanced at Childe wondering if he had a plan, naturally he did. 

“Ready to see what Hydro vision can do?” He sees you laugh catching on to what he was suggesting, the two of you walk around the edge of Cider lake. Activating your vision you stepped into the water as if it was earth, skimming across the surface with practised ease. 

During the summers you and some of the other sisters were permitted to swim in the lake, the summer you had been recognised by The Archons you had spent almost every day down by the lake learning how to manipulate water to your will under the guidance of the other Hydro-blessed sisters.

Reaching the ancient stone wall of the city you climbed, hands finding crooks in the worn cobblestone, soon the two of you reached the top. Overseeing the graveyard at the back of the church, he grabbed you and glided down, landing softly on the ground. 

“Until we meet again Harbinger” you said, turning around and disappearing into the shadows of the church, entering through the small side door you had used before. 

He ran a hand through his hair, signing up to the stars hanging above him. What was he doing?

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For the music prompt: Pick a fandom, number: 7.

I wish there was a camera that could have captured my reaction when I did 7 skips and the song I got was 2 Cups by Lil Debbie and the internal debate of "if I skip one more time and got a different song no one would know" but this is about the challenge, the spirit! The

All I need is 2 cups and some lean/and a bad bitch just to roll up my weed

Fandom: Welcome to The Table

tags/content includes: Flo & Coco, weed smoking, lean usage, attempt at humor, unedited because my tumblr fics are raw and real 😶‍🌫️

4/20 was still 21 days away but that didn't mean that Florida couldn't get in the spirit already. After all, people bought Christmas presents way in advance of 12/25 and parents decided to take their kids to Disneyworld way before the last day of school. All good events needed to be planned way in advance and 4/20 certainly was no exception.

Colorado giggled. "Do you think I've grinded enough?" The stash bag that he had brought along when Florida called him was small and made of a zip lock material. Florida had called him out of the blue and most importantly, Colorado already had a few joints so far.

Florida, who had his tongue peeking out the side of his mouth in concentration as he mixed up a 2 liter Sprite bottle that was filled Robitussin AC and Sprite in equal parts and looked at Colorado and Colorado's nearly full stash bag. "How much did you grind this time?"

Colorado opened up the second part of the grinder to reveal a full tray. He never left any product. "How are the rolling papers going?"

Florida grinned and twisted off the cap of the 2 liter bottle and poured into a double cupped Styrofoam cup. He then grabbed a piece of standard rolling paper and held it between his fingertips and dunked it into the Styrofoam cup. Lean flavored weed. It was the best idea he ever had.

Florida handed the semi-soaked rolling paper to Colorado who sprinkled the weed onto the rolling paper with the precision of a Michelin starred chef and rolled it up between his deft skinny fingers. Florida could barely contain himself as he brought the lighter to the joint, this was it, this was going to make Coco and him the richest states in the nation, this was going to rev-

"DEA, thank you so much for meeting with me so last minute." Gov's voice could be heard through the door of the meeting room that Florida and Colorado had commandeered.

"Run it's the feds!!" Florida whispered-yelled as he threw himself out of the first floor window and Colorado almost did too before remembering he could just teleport himself back home.

#my fanfics #thank you so so so much for asking! this was actually really fun #wttt #welcome to the table #mur-art #asks