#I imagine this takes place after the big village event

[juiche]

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

#do you ever cry while touching your pinky to a strand of your besties unruly hair #I call this aesthetic “warm angst” :'D #geto taking the pining to the next level #I imagine this takes place after the big village event #but before gojo finds out about it #just geto taking a moment to say his farewell to the life as he knew it #christmas present for my satosugu obsessed buddy @kymsys who lovingly made me read the manga at gunpoint. I hate you (affectionately) ❤️ #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satosugu #stsg #satosugu fanart #stsg fanart #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk fanart #anime #fanart #digital art #art #artwork #gojo fanart #geto fanart

[wheneclipsefalls]

Would you be willing to write a chapter where Neteyam gives Kxolo a lap dance? hehehe 😏😏😏👀👀👀

Pairing: Omega Aged Up Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Masterlist AO3

Warnings: eplicit NSFW content, omegaverse, established relationship, power imbalance, aged up characters, anal, dom/sub dynamics, stockholm syndrome, not an exhaustive list. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Important note: This drabble takes place in the future in the Ma Neteyam universe, after the first book.

A/N: Thank you for waiting so long! You'll have to be patient with my writing on this one. It felt like word choice and I were duking it out, but I had a lot of fun writing it. If you enjoy it, as always, comments reblogs and asks mean the world to me and motivates me to write more! Enjoy<3

Kxolo shifted the feathers laying across his shoulders again. Wearing the ceremonial clothing had always been an honor and one that the alpha never took lightly but right now it felt as if the material was going to suffocate him. Still, he couldn’t let the appearance of his annoyance shine through. Especially not on a day like today. His birthday. 

A day where the entire clan had come together and decided to throw a festival lasting from mid afternoon until deep into the night. He knew he had Neteyam to thank for many of the details that went into such an occasion. His sweet omega had been running rampant for the past moon cycle, organizing every little surprise and delight in secret until the big day. More times than one he had found the boy huddled in the healer’s tent to speak with his cousin in hushed whispers. 

Try as he might, Neteyam had been relentless in keeping every morsel of this day a surprise and truly he had to admit that it had been perfect. His favorite food, people, music and location all rolled in together in spectacular celebration. 

Kxolo subconsciously ran his thumb over the new smooth leather of his knife sheath. The same one that Neteyam had woken him up with this morning as a gift. His little mate couldn’t wait another five minutes before nervously presenting the hand crafted gift. His old sheath had been completely thrown aside and forgotten in favor of this personalized one, something he knew would continue to be the case. However, before he had the chance to thank his mate properly, they were interrupted by friends already putting into play the first part of the day’s festivities 

It had been a real strain to put on a wide smile and act like his closest friends weren’t being the worst cock block imaginable. 

As much as he loved the effort and true love that had gone into the celebration it was also the main thing that had kept Neteyam busy and away from their hut for the majority of their days. The boy had been zipping back and forth across the village with only small kisses to give before slipping from his grip to do the next task. 

The last time Neteyam had wiggled himself off of the alpha’s lap amid passionate kissing, Kxolo had been dangerously close to insisting on canceling the lavish events just so he could have his omega back for more than five minutes. However, he could never do that. Not when Neteyam looked up at him with those golden eyes that sparkled with excitement and mischief as he once again denied Kxolo’s request to be filled in on details. How was he supposed to take that away from his little love? 

“Brother, I can tell that extra year has already aged you into an old man.” Pulo settled beside him on a stump, handing over another wineskin full of strong drink. The party continued forward with a blurry of crowded dancing and intoxicated youth slipping off to hide their drunkenness. 

He considered going over to reprimand them, but resisted. 

Let the boys have some fun. It’s a party after all.

“I fear it is this mysterious concoction from Epok that has brought me there.” Kxolo responded but took another swig regardless. Even with his experience drinking the alcoholic fermented fruit, he had to admit that this was the strongest batch Epok had made in years. He made a mental note to keep the substance away from Neteyam. No doubt the sweet boy would be toppled over within a few sips. 

“Soft as a flower, you’ve become.” Pulo teased, earning him a playful jab to the ribs. “Your little omega is already running circles around you.” 

Kxolo’s eyes shifted back over to where Neteyam was continuing to dance without a care. It was a good look on him. A rare sight to behold, the eldest Sully child letting himself go. So far it had been the Olo’eyktan’s favorite part of the night, especially when Neteyam rolled his hips sensually to the beat of the base drum. At some point however, the dancing had turned into such erotica that Kxolo became ever more conscious of any wandering gazes. 

He knew pushing Neteyam to Vamai would come back to bite him. 

“He’s been doing that for weeks.” 

“Ah, I see.” Pulo mused. “Someone missing their one on one time?” 

Kxolo’s eyes shot like daggers to his chuckling friend. Leave it to Pulo to tease him on his birthday without a hint of remorse. However, Kxolo couldn’t deny that he appreciated how easily Pulo could read his emotions. Many times they required little words to communicate with one another. 

“Wait, does this mean you didn’t like our little surprise this morning?” Pulo let out an overdone gasp, hand placing over his heart with a feigned wounded expression. “Surely our mighty Olo’eyktan would never wish to be away from his People.” 

Kxolo rolled his eyes before swinging them back to his dancing omega. 

“Of course not.” Another swig of alcohol and it burned just as much as the first. 

His internal pouting, however, was cut short when Neteyam stumbled over towards him. Not willing to let the opportunity, or rather omega, slip away, his arms reached out and snatched the boy onto his lap. Neteyam’s drunken giggle rang through the air as he allowed himself to be manhandled across the Olo’eyktan’s muscular thighs. 

“There you are.” Kxolo drawled out along Neteyam’s ear. Pulo’s little snort was ignored as he continued to run his flat nose over the column of his mate’s throat. 

“You stopped dancing.” 

“I enjoyed watching.” Kxolo reviled in the way Neteyam still blushed at comments like that, even after all this time being mated. He nosed at the rising tint blossoming over his cheeks. 

“You’ve liked your birthday then?” Neteyam attempted to turn his face and get a good look at the male but his alpha was already nuzzled into the crook of his neck. 

“Mmm very much so. It’s perfect.” The feathers magically no longer itched as he was embraced with the sweet warm scent of his love. He basked in the swirled of essence that had been oh so missed over the last few weeks. 

Neteyam on the other hand apparently had decided this distraction would be the chance to grasp at the wineskin in Kxolo’s hands. The alpha just barely managed to whip it away before those small fingers could clasp around it. 

“Ah ah, this one’s not for you, baby boy.” Kxolo struggled to hold in the deep chuckle at the sight of Neteyam’s pouting, scrunched up expression. It was clear the boy was already tipsy from the watered down communal alcohol. One swig would be enough to swirl him into incoherency and for sure then their night would be over. “Trust me, you don’t want it.” 

To prove his point further, the open bottle was brought under Neteyam’s nose. Instantly the omega scrunched up even more and turned away. Kxolo’s laughter rumbled against the boy’s back. 

“I asked Epok to make the drinks but if you don’t like-”

“It is perfect. Mawey, sweet one.” 

Neteyam visibly relaxed but a hint of that mischief still shined through. 

“So perfect that you won’t let me try it?” Despite Neteyam’s batting lashes and lip bite Kxolo was compelled to once again deny his request. Instead he opted to playfully nip at that trapped bottom lip. Neteyam blushed a deeper red, pushing back at his alpha’s shoulders. He was not easily swayed, instead wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him closer until the omega couldn’t escape the persistent kissing. 

Contrary to Neteyam’s outraged little squeak, his tails flickered with excitement. 

“I suppose here is as good a place as any, but do let me know if I should herd the children away, brother.” Pulo smirked but it was short lived as a harsh yank pulled at his braids. Pulo’s mate did not back down from his responding hiss. Resaal flashed him a cunning smirk.

“Leave them be, won’t you? Olo’eyktan is not required to let your jesting slip by, no matter how long you have known him.” Resaal scolded but it only lit a fire in Pulo’s eyes. 

“I too am neither required to put up with your bossy attitude, paskalin.” 

“So you think.” Resaal purred, back away when Pulo reached for her hips. With confidence bursting from the seams she gracefully lured the other alpha away from the pair, a welcome intervention in Kxolo’s opinion. He made a mental note to think twice before sending Resaal away with a scavenging party for months on end. He loved his friend, but Pulo often became restless without his mate to challenge that fire out of him. 

“Sweet peace.” Kxolo sighed before diving back in to leave kisses along Neteyam’s throat. 

“Wait wait, I have a surprise for you.” 

“So many surprises, baby boy. You have done enough.” Kxolo leveled his voice to sound sweet and endearing but he couldn’t deny that a part of him dreaded another celebratory surprise, especially with his omega already so sweetly perched in his lap. So close to the goal and yet his own birthday seemed to be getting in the way of what he wanted most. 

“You will like this one. I promise.” It was the waver in Neteyam’s voice that caught his attention. Hesitation clearly spanned over the omega’s features and it made his own tail perk in alert. “Come.” Neteyam demanded, taking the alpha’s larger hand in his own to pull him away. 

Finally realizing that his wishes were about to come true, Kxolo let himself be pulled along. Excitement ramped higher as the omega began leading them towards the outskirts of the party. He did, however, not miss the way Vamai and Neteyam exchanged a secret look, the other omega nodding in response before running off to speak with the musicians. 

The only thing growing faster than his curiosity was Kxolo’s lust as he abashedly watched his mate’s hips side to side with each step. It had been too long, far too long and Kxolo suddenly remembered what it was like to be an insatiable teenager again. He hadn’t so desperately yearned for physical affection from Neteyam since the first few weeks he had stolen the boy away. 

It was an experience he had no desire to repeat, every day feeling like a battle as he held himself back from acting on his most carnal yearnings. 

Neteyam led them deeper into the forest until they were out of sight of any clan members but the music still rippled through the trees. 

When Neteyam gently pushed his shoulders down until Kxolo was sitting on a stump the alpha wasted no time in pulling his mate onto his lap and connecting their lips once more. He allowed his hands to wander greedily over the omega’s soft skin, squeezing at the plump flesh of his exposed ass. 

“You are right, I do enjoy this surprise, little one.” He breathed out, barely letting their lips disconnect for a second. Neteyam on the other hand was slowly starting reel back and fumble a sentence together.

“Wait, yawne. This is not-” He gasped when Kxolo teeth sunk down on the exposed hickey lining his throat. “N-not the surprise.”

The alpha simply hummed in response, already getting to work on bringing the bruise back to its full color. 

“Wait w-wait wait.” Neteyam rambled before somehow wiggling out of the alpha’s possessive grasp. Kxolo went to stand up and follow but he was gently urged to stay seated. 

“Neteyam,” Kxolo drawled, voice on the edge of a deep growl. 

“Just stay for a second.” Neteyam pecked his lips but that nervous demeanor had returned. Curiosity once again took the reins so Kxolo reluctantly listened to his orders. It was rare to see the boy so demanding and he was not about to scare its appearance away. 

Neteyam took a steadying breath, nerves already flashing over his angelic features but the omega’s hands told another story. They skated over Kxolo shoulders and along the vibrant feathers. He was ready to bask in the touch without the barrier so Kxolo rashly shrugged the traditional attire off.  For a moment he swore he could hear his father's rough voice scolding him.

An Olo’eyktan must always remember his status.

An Olo’eyktan does not carelessly toss such symbols.

His fingers  twitched, tempted to place it back over his shoulders but then there were Neteyam’s small hands tracing every vein along his neck and collarbones. His father’s brash voice floated away and there was only Neteyam. 

Only Neteyam.

The one person that Kxolo could truly be himself with. The only person that was able to wash away the burdens of leadership simply with his soothing presence. 

His father was not here, it was only them. 

Kxolo’s hands did their own exploring, marveling at the boy’s tapered waist and curved hips. Each male petted with a reverence that sung out like a silent prayer of appreciation. Although he could already feel his member straining against his restricting loincloth, Kxolo allowed himself to sink into the slow build up of the movement. 

Neteyam’s hips swayed, but this time not from simple walking. Instead they whipped to the beat of the drum. In perfect accordance with the music, that beautiful form curved and rolled sensually. He had seen Neteyam dance before, especially when under the influence of strong drink, but this was different. 

It was unashamed.

It was erotic. 

One leg swept backwards in a drawled semicircle along the ground before placing his foot on the other side of Kxolo's thigh. Now practically straddling the alpha’s leg, Neteyam dragged his inner thighs along him. It rippled a shiver up Kxolo’s spine and when he looked up to find Neteyam blushing profusely, it only tempered another flare in his heart.

His perfect omega. 

It was undoubtedly new territory for both of them. The closest thing that the couple had participated in were a few forbidden sensual dances at celebrations. Although Neteyam's nerves were ever present, the boy continued to grind and roll to the rhythm perfectly. 

His smooth transitions spoke volumes of the time that Neteyam had no doubt put into practicing this specific dance. Thinking of the omega practicing such an erotic dance Kxolo knew it had Vamai’s name written all over it. 

He went to rise and join his mate in this explicit dance but Neteyam shook his head once more, making the male sit down with a huff again. A flurry of emotions raged through him and when Neteyam turned the other way so he had an obstructed view of his perky backside, Kxolo swore he was on the edge of ruin. 

His sultry gaze couldn’t stay away from the beautiful display before him, not with his omega’s sweet scent now evermore present than before. It infiltrated the Olo’eyktan’s senses until there was nothing left but the throbbing of his loins. 

Kxolo went to pull him back towards him but this time Neteyam required little persuasion as he bent to hover his backside over his pulsating erection. Instead of sitting fully, the omega swiped his tail and ass gently over the area, creating figure eight patterns. It was a soft type of torture, the smallest touches creating an ravenous rush through him.

As he gripped those hips and watched the way bioluminescent lights bounced off of Neteyam’s swerving body, Kxolo swore this was the longest song in existence. The harder Kxolo dug his fingers into Neteyam’s flesh the higher the omega’s confidence slowly grew. Gone was the blossoming blush, now replaced with a flushed countenance and blown out pupils. 

Kxolo was sure his little mate would deny it but there was surely a part of him that enjoyed torturing his alpha. It was evident in the way his eyes sparkled every time he had to refuse Kxolo’s demands to sit down fully. 

He was tempted to stamp that mischievous fire out, to show what happens when naughty omegas taunt their alphas, but he let him continue. No matter how impatient and downright desperate he was becoming, the Olo’eyktan did not want to associate retribution with Neteyam’s new attitude too quickly. There was something all too satisfying about the push and pull of such interactions; not that he could let Neteyam know that. 

Kxolo swore he no longer had control over his hands as they wandered over his body incessantly. It was extremely rewarding however when a sharp tug to Neteyam’s nipple had that familiar gasp rising to the surface. The omega stuttered slightly in his movements but didn’t let it deter him for long. 

He was starting to question whether or not this was a surprise or a punishment when Neteyam stood back up and slipped out of his reach. The hanging crystals making up his shall worked perfectly to glisten in the moonlight and bring attention to every movement. 

A mental image of ripping those beads off with his teeth came to the forefront. Of course Neteyam would be upset. He would also be upset at Kxolo messing up the intricate designs painted across his chest and thigh, but he would recover. The Olo’eyktan was willing to take the consequences in any form that it came, as long as it meant having his way with the boy finally. 

It began to grade at his nerves this game of ‘you can look but you can’t touch’. At one point he swiped out to catch Neteyam’s tail but the omega tripped slightly and glared back at him. 

Kxolo was on the edge of pinning the boy down when Neteyam finally sashayed back over to him. Sitting backwards on his lap and circling those sinful hips once more, Kxolo did not wait to be invited to have a taste. He bit down harshly at the back of the omega’s left shoulder. 

The responding small mewl was a greater symphony than the entire song combined. It laced the contours of the drums increasing build in a perfect masterpiece. 

Neteyam struggled to continue the choreographed movements as his mate’s groping became strategically calculated. Those long fingers tickled and swirled along his most sensitive and private areas, ones that only his alpha knew by heart. When a warm palm slid over the front of his loincloth to cup him, Neteyam jerked back with a little shriek.

“That is not part of the show.” He managed to quip back. 

Kxolo simply chuckled, hand now slipping underneath the waistband.

“Perhaps the encore then, little one” 

“Let me finish.” Neteyam whined, hips already bucking upwards on the contrary. 

Kxolo’s hot breath tickled at his ears until those soft lips were tracing his right ear’s shape. 

“You will finish, omega. As many times as I decide.” That dark promise sealed his fate within a breath. It was endearing to watch the way Neteyam still squirmed and insisted on getting to the end of the song, even as his small cock twitched with each stroke against it. 

He would make it up to the boy later, let him do the dance to his heart’s content, but Kxolo was tired of waiting. 

Even an Olo’eyktan has a limit to his patience. 

“You keep trying to run off, rude little thing.” 

Neteyam whimpered, muscles in his legs finally giving out as the pleasure became too much. 

“Just b-been busy.” He exhaled out an exaggerated breath, finally letting the alpha dispose of his loincloth and get to work. “Wanted to make it per…ah…perfect.”

“It is perfect and so are you. Now stop trying to steal my omega away from me. Otherwise I can’t promise to always play nice.” 

Neteyam started to rut up against the male’s hand in rapid motion, but all that did was rub him back against Kxolo’s member tortuously.  

“Or fair.” Neteyam gritted out between clenched teeth. 

Kxolo chuckled darkly before tucking his chin over Neteyam’s right shoulder, giving him the perfect view of his mate’s twitching cock in his grasp. When Neteyam began to shudder and shake, eyes clenching shut with a cry, the Olo’eyktan simply cood out mocking praises and kissed his sweaty temple. 

It became ever so clear that he was not the only one wound up after so much time apart. 

Neteyam’s body had become familiar terrain for the alpha. Even a shift in his scent could trigger how close his omega was to finding sweet relief. It was a fact he took advantage of quite often because there was nothing more addicting than pulling out new sounds from his mate’s lips, that is besides the feeling of Neteyam’s tight heat milking him for all he is worth. 

“P-please c-can I…hmm….need to….”

“Perhaps.” Kxolo mused, placing another kiss to his shoulder blade as he sped up the pace. 

“Daddy please!” 

A feral grin spread over his lips.

“Cum for me.”

Neteyam followed the order almost simultaneously and when he did Kxolo gave in to his intrusive thoughts. With sharp fangs he gathered a chunk of beads and strands and ripped them away violently. The beads went flying in every which direction but now there was a no layer of protection between Neteyam’s soft skin and Kxolo’s torment. 

When his fangs sunk into the supple flesh, Neteyam shook uncontrollably.

He took his time nursing and sucking at the mark until his mate was whining and trying to pry Kxolo’s hand off of his overstimulated length. 

The omega’s chest heaved up and down in a rapid pace but Neteyam’s wafting scent told him everything he needed to know. It spoke of that still ever rising desire, a flame that was easily recouping to match Kxolo’s own. 

“Soaked for me already.” Kxolo whispered, rolling his own hips up until Neteyam’s arousal was staining the front of his loincloth. 

“Alpha…” Neteyam reached back, fingers trying to grasp onto something; anything. They found a hold on the alpha’s waistband and that was all the encouragement Kxolo needed to rip off chuck the garment away. 

Were this any other night the Olo’eyktan would watch that neediness grow, appreciate every shift in Neteyam’s demeanor until his omega was so fucked out that pleas bled from his lips uncontrollably. 

Tonight, however, Kxolo found himself just as insatiable. Every minute without that tight hole wrapped around him was another of the alpha’s torment. Neteyam only made matters worse as he began to rub back against him, almost as if he could find a way to slip his alpha’s cock inside of him just from grinding. 

Kxolo’s hand snatched the front of Neteyam’s throat so fast it expelled all the oxygen from his lungs in a burst. Eyes rolling backwards, he rolled his head backwards to rest against the alpha’s collarbones. 

“Baby boy.” He growled. Using the other hand he reached beneath them and positioned the tip just barely at Neteyam’s slick entrance. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?”

Eyes glistening with tears, Neteyam nodded hazily while pushing back.

Not good enough. 

“Say it.” 

His bulbous tip slipped just past the rim and Kxolo had to bite back a plethora of curses.

“Daddy I want to take all of your cock. Please!”

With one smooth thrust, Kxolo seated himself fully inside of the omega. 

Who was he to deny such pretty pleas from his little mate?

“Great Mother, Neteyam! How did this little hole manage to get tighter?” His chest rumbled fervently and Kxolo once again felt another oral fixation coming on. The pretty marks covering Neteyam’s shoulder captivated him endlessly. Refreshing the color could never hurt. 

“R-ready. Ready ready ready.” Neteyam babbled. 

It was tempting to tease it out longer but Kxolo’s hips seemed to have another idea in mind as it took all of his concentration to not buck up into him. When he did, however, the result was electrifying. That clenching cavern fit him so perfectly, letting him carve out the space until there was not a doubt that this angel of a being was his. 

No matter how many times they intertwined so intimately, nothing could ever erase the awe that washed over him every time Neteyam allowed him inside. The awe that they had finally made it, that they were mated and one before Eywa. 

It was as if Neteyam could read his mind because he was quickly reaching back behind him to connect their neural queues hastily. As with every other time, warmth crashed through him boldly. It was the greatest satisfaction to feel his mate’s pleasure strumming through the bond, to know that he was pleasing the love of his life. 

Their movements quickly became messy, spiraling out of control as Neteyam tried to rise up and down in tandem with Kxolo’s thrusts. When their lips found each other once more it was nothing but animalistic, a frenzy of urgency that neither was willing to live with. Had a clan member found them now, Kxolo was sure they would be shocked to see their naturally composed Olo’eyktan so untamed, unable to gather the slightest restraint. 

That was the beauty of it.

Neteyam from the very beginning had brought out a side of him that he could express nowhere else. 

Those special pieces of him belonged to his omega and his omega only. 

Kxolo had to admire Neteyam’s rebounding sex drive. His fragrant essence was already tipping towards that natural burst of ecstasy quickly. 

“Look at you. Already to the edge and ready for more.” Embarrassment was far from Neteyam’s mind, simply content to soak up the praise without objection. “What did I say?” 

He plummeted to that special bundle of nerves and Neteyam couldn’t hold back his vibrant cry. 

“As…..nahh….as many times as you decide.” 

“Good boy.” Kxolo’s eyes shut on their own accord as his hips snapped upwards frantically. “Don’t hold back on me. Want that glimmering cum painting you inside and out.” 

“Yes Daddy.” 

If the trembling was any indication his mate was just as close to coming undone as he was. A new resolve sparked within him. The Olo’eyktan increased his efforts tenfold but then there was a small hand grasping his jaw. Neteyam’s tongues forcefully pushed its way past Kxolo’s lips and to the alpha’s surprise, claimed that area with ease. Their groans danced heatedly into the kiss until it was hard to recognize which taste was his own versus Neteyam’s.

The omega’s gummy walls squeezed around him just as Neteyam bit down on his lower lip. The pain rippled into a beautiful harmony with the height of his pleasure as they both reached peak together. Kxolo’s body took control, arms reaching out to make sure that not an inch of space could be formed between them. 

Pelvis flush against the omega’s ass, warm seed painted those inner walls. 

Through the bond he could track the moment Neteyam felt that primal claim. Even when Neteyam’s own release died down he was forced to ride out his alpha’s release through the bond. It shook him to the depth of his core. 

Kxolo slumped forward against him, body shaking from the aftermath. 

Several long moments passed with only heavy breathing to fill the silence. It was borderline painful to still be seated inside of such a tight channel but Kxolo didn’t dare to allow a gap between their bodies. 

His stamina would ramp up again and once it did, he didn’t want the slightest chance of his omega teasing and running off again. Not that it would be possible in the first place. From the way Neteyam laid back against him completely limp, he figured it would be out of the question. 

“I hope you aren’t too wrecked yet, baby boy.” He mocked, lips flickering up into a grin.

“As if.” Neteyam’s confidence wavered in its execution as his voice still trembled.

“Glad to hear because I know one last birthday gift you can give me.”

That perked Neteyam up, their eyes meeting finally. 

“My omega all too myself.” 

Neteyam’s lips parted. 

“No more chores, no more late night tasks, baby boy.”

Neteyam giggled softly.

“I hope you don’t have any plans tonight or tomorrow because the only place I want to see you for the next day is in my bed.” Kxolo didn’t hold back the possessive growl lacing every word. 

Their tails wrapped together until they were intertwined. 

“Deal.” The omega whispered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss. 

“Happy Birthday, Ma Kxolo.”

“Happy indeed.” 

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[anoncat-007]

Universe: Horror Welcome Home

Trigger Warning: Horror, Light Blood, Disturbing Themes, Scopophobia.

Word Count: 3518.

Summary: In this universe, Welcome Home characters come to the real world and it takes place in the show's recording studio. I came up with this idea after seeing so many alternate Welcome Home universes and it inspired me to make my own. And I hope you like this universe that I created.

Capítulo 1

🔴 In trade, puppets were just lifeless and soulless puppets, just characters from a children's program, but as the program was new, it didn't have much audience ( in fact, almost zero audience ) or studio to make the best footage and much less sponsors , the recordings were made in such a small room in some shed that it is stuffy on the hottest days, with the cheapest materials to make the scenery and the characters.

🔴 The puppeteers were common people with no experience or almost nothing, they are close friends of the creator who helped his friend realize his dream in his spare time for free.

🔴 So because of that, the Welcome Home Program only aired a few times a week at cheaper times on little-known channels, with that the program would be canceled even before they became famous.

🔴 Creator Ronald Dorelaine, desperate and determined to make his creations recognized, started doing everything to make his dreams come true, taking out loans, doing favors for dubious people, even selling everything he had, but none of that helped the program. And because of these problems your friends are losing hope in this project, so in the midst of despair and a little hope your last solution was the occult and alchemy.

🔴 Where Dorelaine managed to make a pact with some entity where they would give him everything he wanted ( fame and recognition ) with the price he would pay later, with that Welcome Home became famous overnight, the characters seemed so alive and real for everyone who watched and always made you want to never stop watching.

🔴 A few months later... With the fame of Welcome Home, Dorelaine got what she wanted most and much more than she imagined, and with that she had so much but there came a time when she wanted more than the current studio and the fame he already had ( he wanted more ). So, when the first season of Welcome Home ended, Dorelaine announced to the media his new project to build a studio big enough where he could have the exact replica of the small village of Welcome Home to be able to make everything better/perfect as he said, a place so big and vast that even the employees managed to live there.

🔴 But everything had unforeseen events during the creation of the studio, many construction workers had freak accidents causing lifelong injuries, but Dorelaine managed and paid the media and police of the time and even employees to forget about these unwanted accidents.

🔴 Other than that, the new studio was finished, and with that some employees and the creator himself started to live there. So, everything was ready, the puppeteers, the voice actors and the entire studio team were ready to start recording the second season of Welcome Home with all the best and most modern equipment they had at the time and with the puppets so well detailed and redone that seemed to have come out of the drawings themselves. But what Dorelaine didn't expect is that the same entity that made her dream come true came to collect the debt from him, and he didn't like it and refused to do what the entity wanted, and somehow with the knowledge that Dorelaine had he managed to arrest the entity, of course this made the entity furious and vengeful, promising before they were arrested and expelled where they came from, pain and suffering for everyone around him and for him.

🔴 For a while, everything went well for Deloraine again, but what Deloraine didn't count on is that little by little strange things were happening in her recording studio.

🔴 The employees reported the lack of food ( especially the apples were disappearing ), some employees felt that they were being watched while handling or preparing the scenery for the episodes, drawings or messages were found, but what scared the employees the most was the final sadness from the employee who voices Wally, that somehow the spotlight fell on him. As a result, some employees resigned out of fear, claiming that the building was cursed or haunted.

🔴 In the moments before the entity was imprisoned in its last moments of freedom, they awakened the protagonist of the show and his home, but as the entity did not have enough strength and time, they were unable to influence and control their creations to be able to bring them back or revenge them for what Dorelaine did to them.

#Welcome home x reader #welcome home #wally darling x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home x y/n #welcome home au #wally darling #wally x reader #yandere wally darling #yandere x reader #Yandere Wally x Reader

[justanarchiveforfics]

October Seventeen recs

Briefly orange | @wondernus (angst, slice of life, magical realism)

Fragmentary source of healing and like an oasis away from the city, for his group of friends, Boo Seungkwan’s family farm is a regular vacation destination away from the city. Yet Seungkwan wishes for anything but a future filled with mountains of oranges, his dream of living in the city still ineffaceable in his head. When he receives a request from a friend he fell out of touch with asking if they could stay on his farm for the summer, Seungkwan finally finds himself in an opportunistic place in which his dream can finally become a reality. Why? Because you’re cursed to have everything you love disappear.

Sweltering heat and an eventful summer, magic touches lives in ways that we can never imagine. But in this transition between seasons, we find ourselves asking: when loss is as transient as the lives we live, what does it mean to love with every fiber of our being?

Call me later | @itadorins on going series (smau, fluff)

When the guy you met before your first day of uni didn’t keep his promise of calling you, you decided to be petty and ignore joshua hong anytime you guys see each other on campus.

Love hard | @wondernus (smau, fluff)

kwon soonyoung loves too hard and falls in love too quickly, accidentally building a (very false!!!) fuckboy image that he can’t seem to get rid of. when his friends talk him out of proposing to a girl he went on 2 dates with, he finally realizes he has a big problem with love. signing up to appear on his university’s most popular youtube talk show to unload his baggage and fix his image? what could possibly go wrong?

Cigarettes & coffee | @gyukult (fluff, smut)

Glacial pace | @wonusite (fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff)

You’ve been in love with Xu Minghao from the moment he put a bandage on your cut at the age of six. When he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend to get his prying family off his back, you quickly realize that keeping your feelings hidden from him will be next to impossible. Especially since your meddling friends are determined to have you admit your feelings before the holiday season is over.

Hits different, [part 2] | @gyuswhore (brother's bestfriend au, fluff, smut, angst)

Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.

or;

in which you get rejected by the only boy you’ve ever loved; a rejection you can’t quite shake off.

Think i need someone older | @gyuhao5 (smut)

Living in a small village takes a toll on you after having lived in the big city. So, after months of feeling down, your brother Soonyoung decides to get you out of the house for some socializing with his friends. You meet Jeonghan, who for some reason, doesn’t seem to like you.

Please don't make me jealous | @jinkoh (fluff, friends to lovers)

Your friend’s friend seems to be very keen on spending time with you.

Twenty two days before we go our separate ways (twenty two days of not falling for you) | @kwallanghae (fluff, angst, fake dating, friends to lovers)

There’s a special bond between you and jeonghan, and no one was surprised when you announced you were together. to you, it’s a surprise no one realised it wasn’t real.

Jeonghan's Guide to Insurance Fraude (and falling in love)| @starsstuddedsky (fake dating, friends to lovers, fluff)

Your best friend offers a way for you to get your wisdom teeth removed without going into debt. the only catch? you can’t fall in love.

#monthly read #seventeen recs #svt recs #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios

[muffinsin]

Hello, muffin!

Do you do rare pairs, by any chance? Like, what are your thoughts on a Cassandra Dimitrescu/Ashley Graham relationship? I know it's totally out of left field (I don't think anyone's paired these two together, like ever 🤔), but this crazy pairing is living rent-free in my head rn and giving me brain rot! 😅

In any case, thanks for taking the time to answer.

- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anon

I do! I haven’t heard of Cassandra and Ashley yet, and doubt I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading a work dedicated to them! I do have some thoughts though! :) this got longer than I thought XD

Let’s see!👀

Masterlists

Cassandra’s first contact with Ashley is in the forest on a hunt

After the events of re4, Ashley mentions wishing to become a soldier. I like to imagine she went through with it, inspired by Leon’s actions

It is this that leads her to investigate the village. There have been people missing in the region as of lately

Still, she is unprepared for Cassandra Dimitrescu. She’s faster than any other enemy she has come across

And yet, Cassandra doesn’t strike. She stalks

She is so very curious about the human walking about in the forest, utterly lost on her way to the village

She knows, she’s from the outside world. She smells of it, too. And she bears a gun

A gun, that hasn’t been fired at her yet

Ashley sees no reason to attempt to shoot this woman. Cassandra hasn’t attacked yet, nor will she. She teases, instead

From the first moment on, she’s absolutely obsessed with Ashley. Her smell, her clothing, the strange symbols on them

Her heartbeat, fast around Cassandra. At first because she is on edge. Then, the realises it picking up whenever she crackles from the darkness of the trees

Her new favourite hobby is to tease and annoy her

She likes to swarm around her, to touch her shoulders lightly and make Ashley whirl around

To whisper in her ear and mock her for getting lost

She opts for calling Ashley her “lost little mouse”

In return, to her great surprise, Ashley counters and calls her the “big bad wolf”

Though, she isn’t overly worried about Cassandra. She seems painfully curious, only, and lonely, so much so even Ashley picks up on it

And sadistic, of course. And when she makes her skin prickle with blood, maybe she should remind herself of Cassandra’s obviously murderous nature

But, she doesn’t strike her. Never. Never even attempts to. Cassandra is by far too intrigued by her little bunny

When lycans attack, she comes alive!

To slay them together, it makes her practically crackle with laughter and enthusiasm

Never has she been able to hunt with anybody but her sisters and mother

Ashley, despite her better judgement, finds this raw enthusiasm adorable

Throughout her mission of locating the missing people, Cassandra never leaves her side

She isn’t being particularly helpful, but enjoys the company. And to her surprise, so does Ashley

She checks over her shoulder and slows down whenever Cassandra wanders off to scare animals, and in a way, it has Cassandra feel dumbfolded

No one save for her sisters and mother has made her feel so- appreciated- in their company

Even as the mission is finished and Ashley sends off her findings, she decides to stay

Over the duration of her stay, Cassandra has grown on her, oddly enough

The solitude of the place has. It’s different from the crowded city she’s from. It’s simple, and lovely. No one truly knows her, only Cassandra

And she likes it

Upon staying, Cassandra all too eagerly lures her into the castle

Alcina is…not happy. Cassandra must stop her from starting a fight with her little soldier friend multiple times

In the castle, Ashley enjoys the protection from the brunette. She is unreachable, even to Bela and Daniela. They know not to toy with her lest they want to suffer Cassandra’s wrath

But, in this time especially, possessiveness sets in. Cassandra doesn’t like Ashley talking to her sisters

She wants to be special. She is scared she was only that because of her biology. Now there are two more fly mutants, and it’s rubbing her the wrong way

And still, Ashley stays with her. She is polite with her sisters, but never seeks their attention or time

She is with Cassandra. She joins her hunts, and she tells her of stories from the outside, at last starting to sate Cassandra’s unending curiosity

They spend time together, every day

Despite being granted forced- Alcina will not have this outsider share her daughter’s room her own room, Ashley spends her time nearly exclusively with Cassandra

Their favourite activity is to lounge at the castle’s roof or in the woods after their hunts, and talk

Cassandra likes to have Ashley with her. She likes to lean against her while she tells her of the outside

In time, neither realise when it happened first, Ashley has her head in Cassandra’s lap as she tells her stories. She moves her hands and shares her knowledge of the outside

Speaks of towns and cities, continents and seas, islands and giggles when Cassandra speaks of wanting one of her own

At other times, Cassandra has her head in Ashley’s lap while she talks

In a way, they feel safe around one another. And are loyal to one another

Should a lycan attack, they both immediately have their backs

Cassandra is immediately in front of her precious human. No harm will come to her

In return, Ashley ensures Cassandra gets only the best. She is by no means a fan of killing, but knows it is necessary

Yet, her morals are tested when she presents Cassandra with an animal she’s caught for her, proud and happy to see Cassandra’s wide grin

They grow incredibly close

Cassandra is the one to make the bold first move

After a successful hunt that leaves her and Ashley enthusiastic, full of adrenaline and excitement, she makes her move

With a bloody hand gasping Ashley’s cheek, she brings their lips together

At first, she believes she’s messed up when Ashley pulls away

Yet, instead a low growl and a blush is pulled from her when instead her chin is held and lips are cleaned of blood

After this, she is at last granted the kiss both of them have been waiting for for ages

They kiss and make out for hours, laughing in happiness

At night, Cassandra sneaks into Ashley’s room. They don’t take the next step for a little while, instead opting to take it a little slower on Ashley’s request

But they cuddle

That’s right, big bad, sadistic Cassandra Dimitrescu loves to use her little human as a teddy bear whenever she is in private with them

At night, they cuddle in bed together. Cassandra on top of Ashley, protective and cold on her too warm skin

To Cassandra’s greatest horror and embarrassment, her little human goes to Alcina to ask her permission to court her middle daughter

It’s just one of many times Cassandra drags her to safety. Alcina is fuming at the idea of some human- a soldier no less- taking her daughter from under her nose

It’s Cassandra’s first relationship, too, after all. Flings have happened here and there, but never has the brunette shared her heart with someone before

Yet, she comes around fast once she has calmed down

For what it’s worth, she likes Ashley’s politeness and admires her bravery and consideration to ask her for the courtship of her daughter

Adding to Cassandra’s embarrassment, Alcina announces her permission days later at dinner. Her sisters never stop teasing her about this

In a way, they are perfect opposites at times. A puzzle piece for each other

Ashley is eager to share her stories. Cassandra practically begs to hear. She wants to know all related to Ashley or the outside

Cassandra loves to show off her weapons and trophies. Ashley finds them fascinating and asks questions to each

Ashley, despite her small stature, runs warm ever since her infection. This hasn’t changed even after the vaccine. She’s too warm too fast and it gets overwhelming. Cassandra runs very cold. She likes using Ashley as a heater and teddy bear. In return her skin cools Ashley down

Cassandra loves to tease and annoy Ashley. To fluster her and stalk her like prey. Ashley finds this adorable and sweet. It’s Cassandra’s way of being obsessed with her

From hand holding and kisses, cuddles and light groping it turns to sex

Speaking of, Cassandra is absolutely crazy about the concept of groping and humping over clothing that Ashley has introduced her to

She loves Ashley’s chest, and loves touching it. In return, she knows her little bunny is keen on her thick ass and thighs

She absolutely marks Ashley all over with bites

In return, sometimes she allows her human to place hickeys along her thighs, where no one can see

Ashley is rough with Cassandra when she needs to be. Cassandra is gentle and with her when she must be. They both care about another greatly

They absolutely love how they challenge each other

And speaking of, Ashley is the first to say the L-Word. It takes Cassandra a little longer to say it

One thing is clear: both have fallen hard for one another

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #ashley graham #cassandra dimitrescu x ashley graham #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anon

[inncubus-honey]

tell me what's underneath

a/n: this is along the same lines as his section the treating wounds fix I did for him. but yk, he's the royal and the reader is the protector. but also it will take place after the attack. also imagine him in the outfit that he wore on the masked singer recently

Word Count: 1.8k

royal!seungmin x knight!gn!reader

royal roundabouts masterlist

smoke and heat surrounded them on all sides of the meadow opening. the knight dragged their prince by his hand into the forest to which they exited; both covering their mouths with cloth from the knights shirt to keep smoke from getting in. yells and clashing of metal were heard behind the prince as you dragged him further into the thick of the forest.

one moment he is on his way to a neighboring kingdom to talk politics, the next flaming arrows and people charging from the trees, swords drawn with people screaming with pains and war cries. the carriage tripped over as horses traveled past it, their riders rocking it back and forth.

once it wa tipped onto its side, they ran to fight the other knights who saw them rock it. you and seungmin carefully got of the carriage and you took him towards the woods to escape the attackers eyes.

“my liege, we must move further into the forest so we can lose them!” your words rang in his ears as he went further into the woods by you.

his head pounded against the thudding of horse hooves racing towards one another. cries of knights as they were swept off their horse only to be backstabbed by the enemy who caused it. he looked back and forth from you back towards the violence behind him.

the only thing keeping seungmin tethered to his head in the moment was your hand in his. the calluses of your hand against his softer ones; puppy eyes staring at your side profile and taking in every inch of it. with you as his protector, seungmin would follow you to the ends of the earth.

you handed a tin cup to seungmin who sat on an infirmary bed. the doctor finished checking him out and left y'all for a quiet moment. he took it in his hands, hunched over with a thick wool blanket upon his shoulders.

“how are you feeling, seungmin?” you asked with soft worry hidden in your broad voice.

seungmin always knew why he liked you for a reason; you called him by his name.

never ‘my liege’, ‘your highness’, ‘your majesty’ or any of the other titles that other knights and staff used. you calling him by his god given name was such a meaningful gesture that he fell for you the moment he met you.

seungmin doesnt like when the staff just treat him as the prince; not the booknerd who loves to sneak into the castle library late at night, not the boy who loved to ride his horse in the changing leaves in autumn, nor the boy who would sneak about the village, looking at anything and everything the farmers market.  he cupped the cool cup, bringing it closer to his chest and took it in one big gulp. the fire in the meadow caused smoke or how he ran for a while with no breaks caused a parched throat. he had been coughing since they got back to the castle, but he didnt want to stop the doctor from looking at him as he sat in the room. 

you never left the room, if you did. it was only for a moment to talk with a maid to get fresh clothes for him or to bring in the water you just handed him.

a hand resting upon his shoulder brought his reiling mind out of the events; it brought him back. he was back in the castle, back in the doctors room with a tin cup in his hands, back with you as you stared with worry infesting your eyes that he didnt like to see in your face. you shouldnt have just a loathsome emotion etched in your features.

“ye…yeah i’m fine. just still thinking about w-what happened in the meadow is all..” he spat out his thoughts before his mind could tell him to calm down. 

“are you sure, seungmin? you seemed rattled, which is understandable for what you saw…” he sometimes wishes you were never his guard. maybe a staff member, a doctor or chief. something where this level of violence and gore wasnt something either of you witnessed; but he also knew that wouldnt be fair on you. 

you both have had in depth talks about what would be different in your lives if you could choose something else. he would like to experience the other paths of life, not as a prince, maybe a farmer. but you said you would always want to be a knight. whether protecting royalty or not didnt matter, being a knight did. you always had this air of wanting to protect others at any cost.

“yes. just tired and smelling of smoke…” he tacked on a light chuckle, hoping it would ease the worry in your face. you dont deserve to have more on your plate to worry about, not if he could help it.

“i asked for a change of clothes, they should be here soon. is there anything else you need, seungmin?” wordlessy, he pulled upon their arm which brought them next to him on the bed. he rested his head against their exposed collarbones as the front of their shirt was loosened from escaping the carriage.

your scent of smoke and roses mixed too well for seungmins liking; he wanted that to be your signature scent for the rest of time. the roses brought him comfort as they were from the royal gardens while the smoke seemed to match the air you carry yourself with.

“c-can you stay here with me? i dont…want to be alone.” you sat there a little shocked at his actions; hes the prince and you’re just his knight. this level of intimacy would send anyone into shock if they saw it; but your heart ignored the screaming signals that your brain was sending.

“um…yeah seungmin, i’ll s-stay.” your voice couldnt go any louder than the whimper that left in its sted. a gloved hand slowly placed itself on seungmins broad back, the other resting upon his maple brown locks. gently you brushed back the bangs the cover his forehead to truly show his face.

whenever his hair covered the top half of his face, it made him too boyish in your opinion. but the moment they were pushed back, it opened up his face to truly show his features making him look like a mature prince that he was. regal was what bled from him, you never felt more inadequate next to someone as they simply just existed.

seungmin did have a cute, boyish prince charm that made young girls in the village gush about him whenever he was seen. you found him cute whenever he argued with his butler, changbin about waking up early or what his father wanted him to wear that day; he was still too young to be running a kingdom which is why he was still learning from his father.

in the council room, seungmins boyish charm turned into a wise, aged king as he talked about what was good for his kingdom with the people of the council. when his father wasnt speaking or in the room, the room demanded his attention. his voice may not be deep and bassy or anything; it was clear and present in the room.

those charms of his never left your mind as you watched him in every one of those moments.

the pair were cocooned in the wool blanket; it muffled every noise outside leaving them with soft breathing. seungmin looked up at you through his hooded lids; if he could he would do this all day. he never wanted to be part from you like this again.

“you have infected me…mind, body and soul. but..but it is something i wish not to be rid of, for if i am, i would simply die without knowing you are every thought and emotion i have. you may think you are just my guard, just my knight, but you mean a lot more to me than you realize.” seungmin’s words could only be heard between the two, just secrets slipped between two different worlds.

you sat there with seungmins head on your chest, speechless at his confession. you looked at him with befuddlement; a prince couldnt be in love with his knight. you felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs; something you never thought would be spoken between you two. you thought it would just remain unsaid and unmoved upon, you could never act upon it without the risk of being killed by the king.

“you…you have also made me suffer with the feelings of loving you, seungmin. i couldn’t act upon with the fear of consequences; i would have been fine with the idea of loving you from afar. but with your true emotions out on the table, seungmin, if you are ready to go forward with this…then so am i, your highness.” your words that were whispered back filled seungmin with a warmth in his chest.

seungmin slightly pouted at the use of your highness, but he knew the manner you were using it in. you let a soft chuckle at his boyish charms again, leaning down to capture his lips in yours. dry, cracked lips moved against softer ones like cogs in a well-oiled machine to which lead to soft groans leaving the princes lips as you pushed down against the bed, the cover still over you.

only a few minutes passed with the lovers lip locked, hands moved over each other with soft caresses. but for them felt like an eternity of finally releasing the feelings that they fenced up for years. unwilling pulling away from each other, soft breaths fanned over their lips, blown pupils of different hues looked on with gratification and relief. no more far away glances, longing touches or plaguing midnight thoughts.

“can i hear you say it one more time?” his voice was slightly horse from holding his breath in the kiss. you chuckle again, also sounding slightly horse from the same experience. your hand came to his cheek, brushing softly against his cheekbone as your soaked in his features looking back at you.

“always, my love…i love you, seungmin…” low enough so no one else could hear it if they were nearby, but only so seungmin could hear it with the gentleness in your voice and features.

a toothy grin appeared on the princes face as his cheeks turned a little rosy from the heart-spoken words from you. he took his turn to reach up and caress your jaw himself, tracing a scar that traveled down your jaw and neck.

“i love you more, darling…”

the prince and his guard stayed under the blanket until the doctor came back in and shooed them off to the princes room for the rest of the night with a smirk and shake of their head at the actions of the two and to work on writing up their reports for the night.

#kim seungmin x reader #seungmin x reader #ROYAL AU #royal aroundabouts #skz fluff #skz imagines #seungmin x reader fluff #honey writings #inncubus honey

[yandere-fics]

ideas about marriage?

you got it!

I have this idea that Miriel (due to her elven nature) would have certain customs more rooted in nature... I mean it could be a possibility, however I don't rule out the idea of a small private ceremony.

Is it strange that I see Kassien as very unconcerned by those types of human ceremonies? I always imagine her saying something like: "I don't need to do a ceremony to let everyone know that you are mine and I won't let you go... but if you want to do it that's fine" I imagine that she is quite indifferent to the whole thing but she will take it serious if her beloved emphasizes that this ceremony is really important to her.

Nora has been around too long and knows how things work but I feel like she wants to do everything perfectly (after all she doesn't want to compromise the image she has spent so much time building to throw off her lover) so she will probably make it a little stereotypical? like the big wedding romance movie (she probably had a full marathon of romance movies that had mention of a wedding in them so she could get inspiration)

I imagine Runa so nervous about everything and simply paying attention to the smallest and most insignificant details, she is a disaster excited about the ceremony, I imagine that her wedding would be in an open place, maybe a garden?

Sawyer would make it the event of the year, she doesn't worry about the expense, the bigger the better, she'll make sure everyone in the city knows her beloved is taken... I imagine she'll look for the most luxurious place to celebrate her wedding. a castle? an entire building? a damn stadium? I just know that the bigger the better

or that's how I imagine it... I hope my headcanon helps you for your inspiration

(I love your ideas sm, I mean marriage in the city is a bit weird since there's so many supernaturals and being mated is basically marriage but I do think my ocs with their human darlings would 1000% want to get married. Except Kassien, she's a big shithead about it, I mean you have her mating mark, everyone in 100 miles of you knows that you reek of her.)

♡ How The City Yans Act When They Get Married ♡

♡ Miriel has to have an Elvish ceremony because she is a diplomat, and technically next in line to become what is practically the king of her village, thus her wedding is a bit of a spectacle. Your friends will not be invited to this wedding unfortunately since it is a statement wedding but she swears she's gonna make it up to you with a wedding of your very own. ♡

♡ Miriel won't even demand anything of you during this second wedding since you had to suffer through the other wedding. It might be difficult to have though considering she has no actual friends so her bridesmaids are literally Kassien(hates Miriel), and The Boss(Decided to come to the second wedding since Miriel went along with the spectacle wedding which allowed The Boss to solidify some treaties.) ♡

♡ If your dress is too cheap, she'll feel horrible so please pick something expensive so she can feel like a good mate. Also the second wedding will probably be indoors unless you want it outside, you both are probably exhausted from all the nature in the first wedding. ♡

♡ For Kassien it depends on how you are in your relationship. If you have somehow managed to keep her nice and patient, without setting her off once throughout the entirety of your relationship then she's going to make a sweet proposal because although her instincts say it's unnecessary, she wants to do what a patient mate would do in order to maintain your image of her. ♡

♡ She'll mostly just go along with whatever you're planning since she's just happy that you've been an agreeable mate for the entirety of your relationship. She'll propose without you needing to ask her about it since she knows she needs to stake a real claim on you since she's managed to hold herself back from taking her claim fully in the way a demon would. ♡

♡ If she has already snapped at that point in your relationship then you'll likely need to ask. It really just doesn't appear in her mind that you might want that since she thought it was already obvious that you were tied together forever. Still if you ask her about marriage then she'll go along because she's happy you're so willing to be with her that you'll tie yourself to her extra. ♡

♡ She's not really sure what she's supposed to do when it gets to that point. Like she's playing it very loose because she's unsure if you want her to be uninvolved or just let you do your thing. She's really unsure how to act in this scenario. ♡

♡ The Boss is involved. She's very glad that her subordinate isn't actively cursing her name and trying to find a way to escape immortality anymore, so she'll give you and Nora anything you need for your wedding, which will only make you confused because you're probably unaware that Nora is an assassin for The Boss. ♡

♡ Speaking of assassin duties, you're not going to see much of her leading up to the wedding because she's finishing jobs very quickly so that way she has time to relax with you on the honeymoon. She's so fucking exhausted on the wedding day but she won't let it show. She was up the entire night before killing ten people so she wouldn't have to do that for a bit after the wedding. ♡

♡ Runa needs it outside because if she doesn't she might start to feel like the walls are closing in on her. Not in a she's afraid of commitment way, but in a if anyone objects to this wedding then she's going to be revealed as the serial killer who's been plaguing the city for years way. ♡

♡ She really hates having to go out in public with you normally so having all eyes on both of you aggravates her. She really doesn't want to have to kill on your wedding day but she's killed at any minor inconvenience so if everything doesn't go smoothly, it might a bloodbath. ♡

♡ You might want to handle the details if you really want this wedding because while she really wants the wedding, she's also very violent when stressed. She has no bridesmaids and you probably don't either because she's too homicidal. If you do though then she'll also threaten some people into being her bridesmaids as well so you'll be happy. ♡

♡ Probably a stadium. She invites everyone in the city and since she's their boss, most people are way too scared to refuse. It's very awkward and the wedding also reveals who owes The Boss favors. Imagine finding out your spouse took out a loan because now they're obligated to attend the wedding lol. ♡

♡ Like with Miriel, she's kind of the leader of the city so this is a political event. Do not be surprised when the Demon King appears and all of the demons in the city who left the demon realm, Kassien included, start holding back the urge to hiss and snarl. The demons in the city and the demon leaders have a horrible relationship so with all these big leaders, the wedding is tense. ♡

♡ Sawyer is willing to use everyone else's wedding to sign treaties except her own so if they even attempt to broach the topic, any talks are going to become impossible. How dare they insult her mate by trying to make her work during the wedding. You might want to pull her away to the dance floor before she stares at them so hard they disintegrate(Lol, that's not really a power of hers. OR IS IT?). ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer #my oc mirial #my oc kassien #my oc nora #my oc runa

[jokatsuya]

Love and immortality

Part I

Morpheus x reader

Wordcount: 1099

Warnings: actually none

Summary: In 1389 (y/n) first meets the ruler of dreams and nightmares, after talking to her friends about her plan of finding true love, which she intends to find even if it takes her forever. Unexpectedly, events occur that she would never have expected.

A/n: The time has finally come! The first part of my Dream/Morpheus series Love and immortality is finally out. Actually, the whole thing took longer than expected, which was not because I started with the other parts before the first one was out, because I forgot to post it. Never! So have fun reading. Your returned dream JoKatsuya

It is a pleasant summer evening as the sun begins to set slowly but steadily and my brother, as well as a few of our comrades and I sit in a tavern in the center of our town and all drink a penny ale. This Tuesday evening, as usual, we could watch the normal hustle and bustle of the other tavern patrons at the White Horse. The local shepherd of the corner, a grumpy old codger, had even brought one of his newly acquired goats straight from the market.

>>I've seen Death. I lost half my village to the Black Death. I fought under Buckingham in Burgundy. It's not like I don't know what death is. Death is...stupid<<, my brother Hob says at one point during our conversation, causing the words to stick in my throat.

However, the others only laugh at this, whereupon Kian amusedly replies: >>You're a fool, Hob.<<, and playfully slaps him on the shoulder.

>>Nobody has to die. The only reason people die is... is `cause everyone does it. You all just go along with it. But not me. I've made up my mind. I'm not going to die.<<

>>Even if death is something absolute for every human being, does it still have the right and above all its must to exist, Hob. I mean, how do you imagine a world where there would be no more death? In a few centuries you might not even be able to move from the spot in front of people, brother. Then, as always, you would wish for what you can't get - death. Now that you are constantly close to it, you don't even want to think about it. Maybe that's why I dream of true love, but if I find it, will it last until the end?<< I chuckle and share my thoughts about the whole thing.

>>Do you want to die and what are you talking about true love, sister?<<, Hob now asks me directly with widened eyes, the others also silently looking at me and expecting an answer.

>>Of course I don't. I believe that I will never want to. At least not until I find such a love and have a happy life. Even if I have to live forever to find it. I will not die until I find it!<<, I say with full conviction and raise my mug before taking a sip of the tasty brew. The others laugh again and raise their mugs as well. The idea of maybe really finding true love one day is a very satisfying thought.

>>You Gadlings are crazy. Death comes for every man.<<, Cain says again and rolls his eyes before I can interrupt him.

>>You don't know that. I might get lucky. There's always a first time,<< I address him and get an approving grumble from my brother before continuing, >>There's so much to do, so much things to see.<<

>>Women to swive. Ale to drink. People to drink with.<<, my brother rather unintentionally adds to his simple thoughts, earning a little shove in the side from me. But the whole thing only makes him laugh even more. At the same time there is so much to discover, so much knowledge what you can still absorb, love as you do not know it yet. Once again, the men toast and each take a big gulp, after which, with a loud thud, the jugs find their place back on the table.

>>What will you do with all that life?<<, Lillian finally asks with amusement in the direction of my brother and me, pulling me out of my thoughts after spotting for a moment a man standing with his decisive appearance in one of the back corners, talking to a nun in a blue and gray robe. At the same time he looked rather less enthusiastic. His hair was raven black and accentuated his already fair skin even more, as well as his very prominent face. Suddenly our eyes meet, causing me to catch my breath. The misty deep gray literally lulls me and makes this split second seem like an eternity.

Slowly regaining my composure, I focus again on the conversation with the others and look at my brother, who replies snootily in jest:>>I'll find better friends than you, I can tell you that.<<

As the others continue to discuss, I notice in the corner of my eye someone approaching our table, which automatically makes me look up. At that moment, my breath catches for the second time that evening. Now the mysterious man from before is standing directly in front of me and looking straight down at me. Only now do I notice the dark red ruby around his neck as I briefly take my eyes from his.

>>Did I hear you say you have no intention of ever dying? At least until you find your so-called true love.<<, his rough deep voice comes to me.

>>Uh, yaeh. Yeah, that's right.<<, I stammer to myself caught and look back up into his eyes and have to swallow.

>>Then you must tell me what it's like.<<, the stranger in front of me announces, which makes the others and admittedly me smile at the statement before he continues, >>Let us meet here again, (y/n) Gadling, in this tavern of the White Horse in 100 years.<< Now the others laugh uninhibitedly and whisper among themselves. However, this is only secondary for me at the moment, because I can't really process what the well-built man lurking above me just meant to me. He couldn't be serious. I mean how? Besides, how does he know my name?

Nevertheless, I consider the sneering laughter of the others as very rude, which is why I still slightly apathetic without turning my gaze from the man:>>Don't mind them.<< Hopefully he doesn't feel somehow attacked by them.

>>A hundred years` time, on this day?<<, I inquire further with him, actually more curious than I thought. He nods slowly without looking at the others even once during the conversation.

And without thinking further about it, I agree with him:>>I will see you in the year of our Lord 1489, then.<<

The stranger in the black robe, which more than flatters his body, smiles for a short moment before he slowly walks away from our table again, leaving me completely confused.

>>Who was that, then, (y/n)?<<, Lillian finally wants to know, who also looks after him and is probably not quite sure whether I know him or not. Which I definitely don't.

>>Haven't a clue.<<, I honestly admit and look after the man, who rejoins the nun, who grins proudly at him, >>But tell you what, I'll ask him in 100 years' time.<<

Strictly do not: copy, claim or translate those stories of mine anywhere else

#Morpheus #Dream #dream of the endless #Morpheus x reader #Dream x reader #Sandman #tom sturridge #tom sturridge x reader

[wickedcriminal]

Hey! Your awesome half-brothers au finally got me to read the httyd books (I’m halfway through book six as I write this). In the films, the war between humans and dragons is the main conflict of the first movie, and Hiccup ending that war is very significant to his character. In the books, humans and dragons start off as tentative allies (though it sounds like that might change as the series goes on?) and Hiccup’s conflicts are of a very different nature. Taking that into account, how do you think both Hiccups in your au met and trained their Toothless’s? In which order are you imagining it, and how did their dragons wind up with the same name?

Omg I'm so happy to hear my au got you into the books!! Also, very good question!!

So for the relationship between humans and dragons, I decided to make it so that the events from 100 years ago, when Grimbeard killed Hiccup the Second, dragons and humans split up for good, both feeling threatened by the other. Grimbeard gave up his kingdom and scattered the Lost Things as usual, but the relationship between humans and dragons has been hostile ever since; With dragons killing humans and stealing their livestock while humans kill dragons and use their hides as firesuits. But neither species will actively go looking for a fight without good reason to. The war between Berk and the Red Death's flock is stoked exclusively by the Red Death, and has been going on ever since Stoick was a little boy.

When the Hiccups defeat the Red Death, they rescue the flock, and are able to befriend them, making them the first and only humans to befriend dragons in 100 years. They adopt the flock onto Berk and integrate them into viking society. (These dragons are not seen as pets; that is to say they can feed themselves, they're not kept in kennels, and don't get ordered around. They do see Berk as part of their flock now, so they'll protect Berk like warriors of the tribe and allow the other warriors to ride them.)

When the Hiccups first meet their Toothlesses, they both have extremely different reactions. Elder has a lot of responsibility placed on him as the heir to Berk. There are a lot of eyes on him, and he feels extreme longing for his father and his tribe's approval, so he's gotten rather desperate to kill a dragon. Meanwhile Younger is more of a shadow, feeling forgotten and overlooked in his own tribe, and hopes to prove himself important by stopping the fighting between humans and dragons-- but in a peaceful way, even going so far as to learn the dragons' language.

Elder went looking for the night fury, and Younger stumbled across the terror while looking for his brother. While Elder warred with himself whether or not to kill the night fury, Younger's decision was immediate, and cut the dragon down.

They don't immediately tell each other about what they did when they get home that night. When Elder goes out to befriend his night fury later, Younger happens to do the same for his terror, which has been hanging around near the village trying to eat the sheep (and failing).

They name their Toothlesses at exactly the same time!

And although it took time and patience for Elder to gain the trust of Big Toothless, Little Toothless decided, after Younger gave him a fish, that Younger is now his Mother and Younger is never going to get rid of him ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever <33

That includes leaving Little Tooth alone for 2.5 seconds at any given time, so Little Tooth hides in Younger's waistcoat always, even while Younger is in his village.

As you can imagine, this leads to Elder finding out about Little Tooth pretty quickly.

But once Elder shows Younger Big Tooth in the cove, all three of them start helping Big Tooth to fly again! Younger can give Elder his two cents on the tail, how to fly, and also communicating what little dragonese Big Tooth will speak (which really isn't much). Meanwhile Little Tooth is here to be So Important and Look Cute. <3

#httyd #httyd au #half brothers au #my art #ask #i hope you're enjoying the books!!!! hope i didn't spoil too much while making the au!! 😭 #the biggest difference i think would be how little tooth automatically decides that he likes minicup #little tooth is still very selfish don't you worry: just as bratty as ever <333

[sonicattos]

brainrot for tails’ backstory (au/hc/fictive)

warnings are: abandonment, abuse, medical abuse/malpractice, home/houselessness, discrimination

tails- tails has real parents, but they abandoned him very early on. the village they’re from is discriminatory towards people who are too “different”.

they were going to see if they could do some sort of removal of his second tail, but due to the tails being a result of how the spine is formed, there was no way of going along with the procedure without potentially killing tails.

and uuuuhhh basically they taught tails really young on how to talk and do math, etc etc, and left him out in the wild with food and a small tent when he was 2. then he found his village again, got bullied, found sonic, yadda yadda yadda.

i don’t think that sonic 2 (game) was RIGHT AFTER sonic and tails met, and rather after a few events took place because idk if i believe that tails just knows how to fly a plane before the age of four. i’d also think that tails ‘catching up to sonic’ took a lot longer than tails remembers. it took him DAYS to find him. it was so hard to manage, and his legs can’t really be used for too long. that is until he saw sonic again and learn to propel using his tails.

sonic, seeing tails can match his speed a little, let’s tails stay with him. a little, reluctantly, because sonic’s used to doing things on his own. to sonic’s surprise, he actually needed him more than he expected. being alone in his own world, being the the only one as weird as him, wasn’t as great as he imagined it was. he decides to do was he believes is right and takes him under his wing. basically sonic raised him. (yes ik very big responsibility to put on an 11 year old but he loves his little buddy so much)

#saltcat text #long post #sonic au #sonic hcs #abuse tw

[the-roo-too]

cruel -> goddess! lily jin morrow

-after one priest finds the almost faded imprint a demon left on you, he chases you away from your home. the only safe place appears to be the village that is cut off from the others for a unknown reason. what will await you there?

warnings: !death!; reader almost gets sacrificed; there’s some cult activities; we burn em like witches; questionable french

genre: angst; fluff

requested: nah, stan lily

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the branches snapping under your feet. that’s the only sound that’s been accompanying you for the past hours. ever since you’ve managed to get away from the bunch of mad people chasing you, it’s been nothing but quiet.

well, some of them would, if had the will to. but of course, younger and less powerful gods fear the one’s in charge. not to brag, but that sure did help your case. 

by looking at the sky through the leaves, you could see the night would end soon. that meant you’d be more visible in the light. while the chasers have given up a while ago, they could probably inform the other villages, meaning you could either stay in the forest and hope to not be found out, or try and look for a place conflicted with your friendly priest.

by looking at the sky through the leaves, you could see the night would end soon. that meant you��d be more visible in the light. while the chasers have given up a while ago, they could probably inform the other villages, meaning you could either stay in the forest and hope to not be found out, or try and look for a place conflicted with your friendly priest.

as a matter of fact, there was a village like that, south from the big lake. with only your sense of navigation, you guessed that’d be roughly a half a day run from where you got already.

the sun was already rising, so it must’ve been around 6 am. hoping to arrive before the evening, you changed directions to where you thought the big lake is.

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so, you did find the big lake. it took even shorter than expected. you also found another thing- the reason why other villages are some what distanced from this one.

you’ve only arrived at the lake, so now you had to go around it. on the other side, hidden behind the trees was the one village that could be safe for you. two, maybe three hours, and you’d arrive.

as it turns out, fate had other plans for you. as you were peacefully walking on the shore, you had no reason to be on guard. at least that’s what you thought, you had a change of mind after being caught in a deer trap.

while the village probably hoped to catch dinner this way, you wouldn’t consider yourself the most delicious meal one could eat. especially compared to deer meat. caught, you could only wait and hope somebody checks the traps every once in a while.

time flew by and you could swear the wild animal who just passed by was mocking you.

finally, after what felt like hours of being stuck (and was probably no more than a hour, really), a hooded figure came. their choice of clothing was definitely surprising, although who were you to judge.

when they noticed you, the person hesitated in their steep. i suppose you were quite the view.

“you…” they said before taking out a knife.

“woah wait, we can talk about this-!”

they cut the trap, freeing you from the ropes.

“you’re coming with me.”

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rule number one: if a hooded person approaches you, be wary. rule number two: if a hooded person tells you to follow them, run. rule number three: if a hooded person forced you to follow them, pray it’s a birthday party, not a cult meeting.

after being threatened with the blade, you were forced to follow the suspicious character. they led you around the lake, probably to the village. by then, you couldn’t yet predict the events following your arrival.

“it’s the devil!”

the priest said so too. you can imagine how disappointed he was when holy water didn’t make you dissolve. nonetheless, the lake villagers didn’t struck you as hell worshippers, until now.

apparently they got some people in the other villages, thus they knew of your banning by the head priest. they seemed rather pleased with that fact, but for a different reason.

“i can assure you, sacrificing me to the goddess of the underworld will not bring you riches nor immortality.”

yeah, the village south from the big lake was a one of a kind cult. they worshipped the gods associated with the dark side. damned devil lovers.

“the prophecy says so, you mortal. ‘tu par le diable imprimé accordera l'éternité à nous, loyaux serviteurs¹’.”

ah, the prophecy. you almost forgot about that one.

“prepare the fire!” they were going to burn you at stake. like a witch. oh well, happens.

“you’re really not going to like the effects of this you know-“ tired of your talking, one of the villagers decided to shut you up by tying a piece of fabric on your mouth.

“hail her grace!” the watchers echoed the call. you were screwed at this point. one of the hooded figures dragged you to the stake and tied to the log in the middle.

“burn! and for the sacrifice we made, let us see the eternity!” as the head of the cult spoke to the people, it was beginning to get hotter and hotter around you. you were sweating, fortunately the flames hadn’t reached you just yet. you looked up to the sky, wondering how it got to this point.

fire was slowly coming closer as the people around cheered. you looked around, desperately searching for that one familiar face.

until, a lighting struck. it hit the person right in front of you, the head of the cult. the cheers erupted into panicked screams.

“halt.”

you sighed in relief, finally hearing that familiar voice after what felt like centuries.

the screams all silenced at her call as she stood in front of the stake, towering over the body of the cultist. she had a bored look on her face and glared at the people surrounding.

“if killing a demon’s possession was the way to earn immortality, i’d have to bless around a hundred of priests.” her voice dripping with venom as she spoke, the cultists shook in fear. her gaze finally fell on you, as her eyes softened just the slightest.

“you summon me and can’t even face the being you call for?” receiving no answer, she finally started climbing the stake, towards you. the flames of course didn’t even touch her, they parted to let her pass.

when she finally reached your bounded figure, all it took was a touch of her hand for the ropes to burn and free you. with uncharacteristic for her gentleness, she took out the material gagging you.

“it’s wonderful to see you after so many years, my love.”

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¹ ‘you by the devil imprinted shall grant eternity to us, loyal servants’- made up prophecy in french, because ‘when the devil is very angry, he can speak quite bad french very well’.

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[bl3upi3]

Don't play with fire (chapter 4)

[Lo'ak x OC]

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DISCLAIMER: This Avatar fan fiction is made only with the help of my imagination. I wanted to imagine a story that would take place in Avatar 3 so after "the way of water". I read that this movie would be about fire people, so I tried to imagine this clan with the information found on interenet. In this fan fiction Lo'ak is 18 years old and everything that is said about "The Ash People" in this book was invented and was not certified by James Cameron. English is not my first language so sorry if I don't know some of the words, please be indulgent, I might edit this story once I finish. I still hope you will like it.

Summary: One year after the events in the Reefs, the Sully family decides to move again, to a new clan said to be able to bring the dead back to life. What happens when Lo'ak meets the princess of the volcanoes? Him who was already promised to the Metkayina princess finds himself in a strange situation when he falls for another girl.

I felt someone shake me, I opened my eyes and Lo'ak was crouched beside me.

"Wake up, it's time," he whispered.

"What are you doing here? I gasped but he placed his hand over my mouth so as not to make any noise.

"Shhh, you don't want to wake up your parents" my eyes were wide open and I nodded and he dropped his hand "I thought it was the perfect time to go to the reefs" he continued.

"And our parents? Mine will be worried".

"I'll bring their little girl back," he teased before walking out of the room.

I rolled to my feet and joined him at the exit of the crater, he put on his head a visor and saddled his ikran, I analyzed the object on his head which looked familiar.

"It belonged to Neteyam" I said softly as I approached him.

He turned his head to look at me, "Yeah, how did you know?

"I don't know, I just feel it.

"You know you scare me" he let out a little laugh.

« You better me » I smiled back.

"The ride will be long, we'll have to sleep there" he let out quickly as he turned to his mount to finish tying his gear.

"You're going to get me in trouble Lo'ak".

" Shut up and get on if you will " Lo'ak climbed on his ikran and gave me his hand to climb, I took it and sat behind him and put my hands on his sides. 

Before leaving he took my hands and placed them on his belly "You should hold on" I heard him say before taking off. It was my first time on an ikran and I tightened my arms around him, surprised by the power of the wind on my skin. I looked down and the landscape was beautiful and seeing the village from this height was something else, I was not used to this view.

"Is this your first time on an ikran?" he said loudly in front of me so I could hear him.

"Yeah!" I answered, I spoke close to his ear so he could hear me.

"Why?"

"I never had a chance."

"You should definitely get one!" he turned his head to the side to try to see me in the corner of his eye.

"Maybe" I smiled as I enjoyed the scenery. 

The trip took us a very long time, Lo'ak showed me the beauties of Pandora, pointing out some animals or landscapes that we could see from above. By the time we reached Awa'atlu there were only a few hours left before the eclipse.

I got off the ikran followed by Lo'ak and a group of teenagers from the clan came towards us.

"Lo'ak!" the only girl in the group exclaimed and threw herself on the boy beside me. The interaction between the two made me feel uncomfortable, who is she?

"Tsireya this is Äära" Lo'ak cleared his throat as the girl pulled away from him.

"I see you" she said with a big smile as she gestured towards me. I didn't do anything, but Lo'ak's jostling forced me to make the gesture in return.

Then two other boys came up behind and greeted Lo'ak "Aonung, Rotxo, this is Äära, the daughter of the Magmawati chief.

The one named Rotxo made the same respectful gesture but the other boy analyzed me from top to bottom without even a smile. I looked at him the same way, maintaining eye contact with him before Lo'ak spoke.

"We'd like to stay the night, Äära and I have some things to do here"

"You are welcome but you should still talk to my father" Tsireya said smiling and never taking her eyes off Lo'ak.

"Yeah I probably should" he nodded walking towards the chief marui I followed him, the three teenagers watching us from behind.

"I see you Tonowari" Lo'ak said entering the tent, I did the same.

"Lo'ak, Äära what are you doing here?" ask the chief, how do he know my name?

"We would like to spend the night here, Äära is here to contact Neteyam".

The chief raised his eyebrows, "It seems like your father is not wrong," he spoke in my direction.

"What do you mean?"

"You are meant to be both."

I didn't understand what he was trying to say, what was that supposed to mean? 

"Sorry, but do we know each other?" I asked, not wanting to sound cheeky.

"No, but everyone knows you, it's not every day you see someone both Olo'eyktan and Tsahik" A woman said as she entered the room, probably his wife.

"I see you Ronal" Lo'ak greeted the woman

"I'm not even one-" I began but was cut off by the tsahik.

"You can stay in your old marui for the night" she replied.

"Thank you," the boy to my left replied, before grabbing my arm and leading me outside.

" Do you always have to start arguments? " he whispered.

I shook my arm to get out of his grip "I didn't do anything wrong" I replied.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Please behave until we leave".

I rolled my eyes and followed him back to the beach "Are you mad at me?" I asked but received no answer from him.

We got near the water and he made clicking noises with his mouth, a sea animal came towards him, he got on it and waited for me to do the same. What the hell was his problem? If he wanted to play games then let's play. I climbed up behind him and slid my arms around his waist but this time he placed his hand on my thigh to hold me in place. I didn't know what to call this animal and Lo'ak certainly wasn't going to tell me since he had decided to be an asshole.

We arrived at a beautiful place, if I remembered correctly the stories my mother told me, it would be The Cove of the Ancestors. I detached myself from Lo'ak and dove under the water and in front of me stood the Spirit Tree, I swam towards it admiring its grandeur, I could feel the strong presence of Eywa, as if she were very close. I looked back one last time, seeing the boy swimming towards me before connecting with one of the branches of the tree. 

Holding my breath underwater was not a problem, when we were little Aysär and I used to have contests to see who could hold their breath the longest underwater and with time I learned to control my breathing.

Everything was white and I saw a figure in the distance and stepped forward. It looked strangely like Lo'ak, I frowned and put my hand on his shoulder "Lo'ak? The person turned around and changed shape, older and more athletic. "Neteyam!" I looked up not believing what I was seeing in front of me.

" Hi Äära " he greeted me with a big smile.

"I am glad to meet you, your family asked me to communicate with you" I analyzed him, the resemblance with Neytiri was striking.

"Why?"

"They miss you a lot and they think we could bring you back to them" his smile fell "I know it's impossible, it was your path to join Eywa". He nodded, "I don't know how to tell your mother, she'll be destroyed, as if it wasn't hard enough for her" I put my hand against his cheek and he closed his eyes at the contact.

"I know, tell her I'm happy where I am and that I'm everywhere with her" a tear rolled down his cheek. I took my hand away and he looked at me again, "I just need you to help my brother find his way, he needs to get through this and show my parents that he is doing it for us.

I nodded and stepped back as he disappeared in front of me.

I opened my eyes and disconnected from the tree, I barely turned my head and was surprised to see Lo'ak watching me, I winced and rose to the surface "You're such a weirdo" I let out as I splashed him.

"What did you see?" he asked seriously.

"Not much of use" I replied not wanting to dampen his spirits but also still touched by what had happened before.

He sighed and rolled his eyes before calling his creature again. Night had fallen, we arrived at the village and I followed Lo'ak into the tent where we would spend the night.

"Why are you such an asshole?" I asked standing at the entrance.

"Why?" he repeated, turning to me, "Maybe because you think you can do whatever you want and need to be reminded that the world doesn't revolve around you," he moved closer to me. My heart sank at his words.

"You've been acting so weird since we got here" he was so close to me I could feel his breath on my forehead.

"Maybe it's because I'm trying to behave in front of the chief, not like you" I looked deep into his eyes trying to find the answer I was looking for. He looked away and took a breath, "You don't know what it's like not to feel at home no matter where you go. How it feels to be seen as a freak despite your best efforts.

"Are you talking about earlier?" I asked as I grabbed his arm, his eyes looking back into mine.

"I'm talking about how I feel all the time, whenever I'm here or when I'm with you. You belong in this world. Not me, I'll always be seen as the boy who led his brother to his death".

"Stop talking nonsense, Neteyam died to save you! You're as important as anyone else here, and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way before" I moved my hand down his arm before slipping it into his hands.

"By coming back here I thought I wouldn't feel that guilt anymore, wouldn't feel that difference," his voice softened.

"Your difference doesn't make you weaker and you know it" I raised his hand to my heart "I see you Lo'ak" his eyes widened and he parted his lips as if he wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"I- We should go to sleep" he looked down at the ground before letting go of my hand and turning away.

I stood there for a few seconds thinking if what I had done was the right thing to do...

A/N: Magmawati is the name I gave to the volcano clan to make it easier to write. The argument doesn't make much sense, I think Lo'ak just needed to say what was on his mind. Like always I feel like this chapter sucks but I still hope you like it. Don’t forget to like and repost it motivates me the most.

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[lushslug]

(the denki anon with the toshio nap ask) Honestly? I wouldn't mind if you told us your plot or your interpretation on the denki mystery au, i like reading your thoughts. ^^

denki … has so much, and so little going on, simultaneously. the events aren't really in a chronological order, and I feel like everything they reveal just begs more questions.

honestly I don't even know where to start. now that I think about it, I don't know that I really can give a rundown of the events without going all over the place and rambling while making no sense, so I'm going to focus on the characters, I hope that's okay! it will still be rambling and make no sense but at least I won't be misrepresenting the events. this notes page does the best job of telling you who's who, including some details that aren't necessarily spelled out in the events themselves, if you haven't given it a read yet (or if you want a refresher)

take all of this with a big ole grain of salt because these are my interpretations and extrapolations (read: delusions)

ozo, to me, is fascinating - he's osomatsu without his default insane brother complex, but something about him growing up without his otoutos really gives him an almost … hollow, depressed feeling, sometimes. I'm not sure how close he was to his dad before he disappeared, but I think that unsolved mystery and unresolved loss lingers. there's a scene where takashi steps into ozo's apartment and sees it's a mess, sees empty cans and goes to clean them up … and ozo tells him to leave one of them there, which I can only assume was his dad's. I think that having this loss really opens up the potential for him and hajime to bond over hajime's own lack of resolution with his missing father - and I think his own loss must've made it hit that much harder when toshio showed hajime's dad's body to him … he had to have realized, right? that the same thing probably happened to his dad? I also think that he probably works more than you'd expect from an AU osomatsu, even though there can't possibly be that many people asking for rides in and around akashika. he seems worn down in a lot of his sprites, always drinking coffee, like maybe he doesn't get enough sleep, either, insomnia or boredom or depression or whatever it is that's causing it. I imagine he takes late shifts driving for the cab company because what better thing does he have to do - other than maybe hit the bar or drink alone at home. I also like to think that over the course of getting to know his brothers and getting close to them, that there's the potential for him to work through his loss and depression and find support in those relationships

karatsugu is I think the one they explain the least about - iirc, we haven't seen his adoptive dad (outside of the orphan girl events). he's a bright shiny (possibly adhd) reporter who seems to have his heart in the right place even if he's also kind of a sparkly dumbass who can't read the room. the events themselves seem to imply that there might be something mysterious about him, and though I think that's interesting I won't lie I've kind of ignored that potential in favor of just playing with him being a little clueless and having a heart of gold. I think that, from the events, you can kind of read into the idea that he might be more resistant to the weird scary village bullshit than their other brothers. he DOES hallucinate when they eat the mushrooms, but beyond that he doesn't seem that bothered by the odd and unfamiliar. when he sees toshio with a bag on his head he's not startled, just excited! curious! and that's really charming. I like the idea of him commuting to the village often for visiting and for work, and then eventually getting a place closer to the village … my friend and I have also talked about the idea of him moving in with chorosuke after a while (for various reasons, including working on extensive articles regarding the village) - making regular trips back to tokyo for meetings, etc.

chorosuke …………….. chorosuke is everything. chorosuke has become an oc at this point for me lol. my delusions run deep but it's okay because they're good. going off of the events where we meet him, and choro's stiff, FORMAL personality, his father seems like such a strict, stern sort. I know that I'm not alone (judging by other fanworks) in suspecting that he had a rough childhood, and that it's not unthinkable that his dad may have laid a hand on him. choro is an undeniable siscon who adores dayoko above all else, to a borderline obsessive amount, and I like playing with the idea that his father put a lot of pressure on him to look after and take care of her - that he probably basically raised her himself. I don't think it's a long shot to think they were homeschooled, too, so I imagine they're close having grown up alone on the mountain together. dayoko's disappearance (death??) had to have been absolutely world shattering for choro, though I can also imagine that he has done a lot of repressing and denial, regarding all sorts of things with his family. since he and toshio seem to have some of the closest ties to the village (at the very least, it seems like toshio's house is on the same mountain??? or nearby enough to run to??) I like to imagine they knew each other in childhood. I have … more thoughts on their relationship than I think I can reasonably go into at one time, but I'll say that with the vibe I've gotten from his dad, that it wouldn't be unlikely he were discouraged from spending time with toshio when they were young, which makes for an interesting dynamic (and potential with their reunion in the events of denki). I COULD. REALLY KEEP GOING. but I will stop bc I'm only halfway through …

hajime is perfect. he's clever and bookish and shy and cute and he cracks JOKES with a straight face and makes takashi laugh??? and if I think ozo is depressed, well, hajime is a full meltdown waiting to happen - my boy is NOT having a good time. he hallucinates multiple times in canon, he's looking for his lost father, who we KNOW is dead, he's getting wrapped up in all of this craziness with the village, he's one of the only brothers without a job?? like what does he do when he's not there with them? go home to his empty house in tokyo? does he try and look after his father's affairs at the university? does he have a degree? a bachelors wouldn't be enough to take over his father's position anyway! I feel like he probably graduated high school and then ended up just kind of … hanging out and assisting his dad with research. I bet the whole history department at the university adores him, but that doesn't make him any less alone in terms of close familial relationships … I'm desperate for him to move to akashika. the chemistry he and takashi have is so sweet and so immediate, and that he canonically went and hung out in the second floor of the cafe with takashi makes me insane. he needs to move in with his otouto and stop being alone! I think when he finds out the truth about his father it's going to be pretty devastating, and … I uh … god my friend and I have talked about all of this at length but it's gotta get written out as a fic or something probably because it's really involved. hajime seems like he's going to rapidly get sucked into his brothers lives and make them his whole world without even realizing it. I think the same goes for ozo (for all of them)

toshio is another character that I'm absolutely obsessed with speculating about. I know I've talked about it before but he's FASCINATING. he's so, SO very different from canon jyushi. almost every sprite of him he's clenching his fists, he has those insane eyebags and that tight smile (when he DOES smile), he knows so much about the village but he holds it so close to his chest … he's mystery upon mystery!! talk about someone who probably never fucking sleeps! he's also the only one with a living (adoptive) dad?! and it's ori-san! the one orchestrating all this shit! ori-san is TERRIFYING. he completely lacks humanity, he's treating all of this like some sort of bizarre experiment, and it feels like toshio is at the center of all of it. especially when you think about the "jyushimatsu festival" (using kanji that can be read as 'ritual' iirc) … I have some darker headcanons about what that might entail, and I would not be surprised at all if he's mistreated or abused by ori-san (neglect at the very least seems likely), especially with his grandmother gone. I imagine that as they get deeper into the dangers of the village, despite his best efforts to protect them, should any of them get hurt, toshio must feel a lot of guilt and responsibility for bringing them all together. ESPECIALLY with hajime. he obviously already does in canon! the part about hajime's dad worrying about him eating enough and toshio trying to respect those wishes by giving him extra food??? AHHH??????? TOSHIO BABY ARE YOU OKAY (he's not) … the way he runs through the village and the forest all alone in the rain … refuses rides from ozo … hangs out in his shack with a dayon body … I'm so worried about him and I'm SO obsessed!!!

takashi … takashi is such a sweetheart, he's still got totty's spunkiness and sass but he's toned down and soft and it's so so so endearing. I love his and hajime's interactions, I love that he's the first to start calling them all 'niisan,' that he doesn't hesitate to call toshio 'jyushimatsu,' that he fusses over his brothers and hangs out with ozo and invites hajime over and generally openly cares about all of them! he also looks after the cafe all alone … he's still seeing his father's ghost, too, you know that he must be feeling pretty alone. I get the feeling he's really enjoying getting to suddenly have all these older brothers in his life, especially by how there's NO resistance to the idea from him (vs. ozo's surprise at being eldest, choro's disdain at NOT being eldest … lol). I need him to drag hajime's ass from the city so they can live together and hajime can have his books spread all over his apartment, and hajime can help him out at the cafe when he needs … among other endless headcanons. including one where takashi calls ozo every night (that they're not spending together) and they talk about their days on speakerphone while he makes dinner with hajime. I need it all.

…

wow uh

THAT'S A LOT OF RAMBLING … that doesn't clarify shit about the story I'm so sorry. but also it was fun to ramble about how much I love them and all these little things I like to read into about their characters based on canon. denki is so good. denki is god.

#asks #denki mystery #ososan

[in-for-a-pennyx]

Going to Scotland with Pedro boys.

This is very random yet very specific but it's been knocking around in my head for ages and I needed to get it out. I'm not entirely sure what this is but it's half headcanons, half imagines? Drabbles? I don't know what to call them. But here they are!

A/N: I'm not Scottish and I don't live in Scotland so I apologise if this is offensive 😅. I do live nearby though and absolutely love visiting. It's one of my favourite places. This is my first piece of writing and contribution to Pedro's fandom so please be gentle! I'm sorry if it comes across as muddled but this concept has been banging around in my head for so long and I really wanted to get it out.

Javier Peña - It's the first proper holiday Javier's taken in ages and the first time he's flown across the pond. You've always wanted to go and you'd put your foot down that both of you needed a break. Javi is always reluctant to travel for pleasure so he needed a bit of convincing but he'd go anywhere with you, really. You'd thrown in a "road trip!" and he was a bit more amenable after that. Plus Javi wouldn't mind trying some Scotch straight from the source.

Javier loves long drives so you both decide to drive the North Coast 500 route along the north coast of Scotland and through some of the Highlands, stopping in small villages and the cutest BnB's.  Some of the drive reminds Javi of the route from Bogotá to Medellín, especially when it rains and the vegetation turns a lush green colour. The parts you drive through are sparsely populated and Javi loves the feeling of solitude: he loves the comfortable silence you share. He feels safe in it. Some days are cold and windy and it won't stop raining and the food is a bit... interesting in parts (Haggis?!) but you're with Javi and he's warm and relaxed and present and you're sharing a flask of whisky sitting in the open boot of your car with his arms around you looking out at the sea and there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Ezra - Being the traveler that he is, Ezra has been to Scotland numerous times and he's excited to take you. He tends to visit around Burns Night in January. Sure, he likes Robert Burns’ poetry but what he really loves about the whole thing is the national celebration of a ‘Bard’. It nurtures him to be surrounded by such reverence for storytelling. Ezra usually attends various events in Edinburgh and is thrilled to be taking you. It’s January, which means the weather is freezing so a Burns Night supper of Haggis, neeps and tatties (haggis, turnips and potatoes) in a cozy pub next to a crackling fire is the perfect way to warm up your bones, bellies and hearts. With whisky-warmed cheeks and fire-lit eyes, you’re the most beautiful creature Ezra has ever seen. 

Dieter Bravo - Dieter wanted to visit Scotland when he was in the UK shooting for Cliff Beasts 6 but it was during the pandemic so of course he couldn’t. He’s somehow never had the opportunity to ever film there. Two films that really made a mark on Dieter were incidentally Scottish. He wanted to entertain big like Braveheart but also do the gritty, more indie films like Trainspotting. He’s good mates with Ewan McGregor now but please don’t talk to him about Mel Gibson. 

You both visit one summer after the pandemic when he’s shooting another movie in London.  He’s instantly obsessed with kilts and wants to wear one everywhere. “Easy access for you, sweetheart”, he smirks and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. He’s not entirely wrong though. You’re lost in (sexy) thought when you find out he’s invested in a Highland Cow farm. “They’re so cute and fluffy! Just look at them!”, he half coos, half sobs. The next time he visits, Dieter wants to go to the Shetland Islands to see Shetland ponies because animals are clearly cuter in Scotland. You have a feeling his resolve will be tested once he finds out just how remote the Shetland Islands are.

Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels - Always one to mix business and pleasure, Jack takes you to Scotland on a Statesman business trip. He has meetings with various whisky distilleries and he takes you along. You get your own private tour of the best whisky distilleries in Scotland. Jack still insists that Kentucky Bourbon is superior even though he secretly loves scotch. “What can I say darlin’, you can take a cowboy out of Kentucky, but can’t take Kentucky out of a cowboy”, he quips. But the actual reason for this visit is to meet Merlin for some Kingsman business. Merlin needs Jack to visit an old Kingsman’s lodge in the countryside. It’s a long drive but you enjoy it nonetheless as you get some time together with Jack - just you and him. 

Max Phillips - Max, in true Max fashion, knows the Loch Ness monster. He has visited her off and on over the years and could probably introduce you if you wanted. Uhhh, you’ll have to think about it. “Oh c’mon sweetcheeks, it’ll be fun! Don’t be such a party pooper. Nessy’s just the sweetest", he pesters you. Yes, he does call the Loch Ness monster Nessy. He thinks it’s adorable. Doesn’t get why Bella was so offended in those books. 

“Now, the vampires there? I’m not gonna lie, they’re on another level. Fucking brutal, man. I’m practically a saint compared to them.”

“What? Oh don’t worry babycakes, I’ll be your vampire in shining armour.”

Pero Tovar - Pero has been to Scotland before but he’s never really talked about it. You figured he must've stopped over while visiting his friend William in Ireland. Pero's talked about William but you've never met him. Once you’re in Scotland and planning some day trips, Pero mumbles something about a group of stones and time travel, and that you should avoid them. You swear it sounds like the plot of your favourite TV series but there's no way Pero would've known that as he hardly watches TV. You look at him questioningly but he turns away with a sheepish look. Oh boy, it's about to be a long walk and a longer conversation.

Oberyn - you mean The North? Why would you want to go somewhere so cold and bleak? London's more his scene. “King’s Landing”, he corrects you. 

Dave York - You're surprised when he suggests a holiday, that too in another country. Usually he travels alone for work, and if it's family holidays, he'd rather go places he can drive as it's easier to manage with the girls.

You visit a few different cities and stay in lovely hotels. A few mornings you find Dave’s side of the bed empty but you just assume he’s gone for a run. But one day you find blood on his t-shirt while he’s in the shower after he returns. The stain doesn’t seem to be one caused by a fall or a cut. There’s just too much of it. You don’t ask him any details as you don’t want to spoil the rest of the day. A few hours later there’s news of an oil tycoon being murdered in a university town near you. The one where Prince William had studied. St Andrews - yes. Apparently it was graduation season and the man was in town for his son’s graduation. So it was work then, you sigh. And here you thought Dave was taking you on a holiday. Oh well. You better get the blood out of the t-shirt before housekeeping comes along. 

Javi G - Javi flies you privately to Scotland and rents a whole castle for your romantic getaway together. He treats you like a princess and arranges for the best of everything to be available for you. During one of your strolls in the castle gardens, he gets down on one knee and proposes to you. You’re absolutely taken aback and all but shout “Yes! Of course I’ll marry you!”. Oh, you’ve never been happier. Javi flies in both your friends and families to celebrate. An actual ball is arranged and you have to pinch yourself multiple times to believe that it’s all real, it’s all happening. That this generous, loving, sincere man is going to be your husband.

#my writing #first time!! #i did a thing #I can't believe I actually wrote something #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfic #javier peña #javier peña x you #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x you #ezra prospect #ezra x you #agent whiskey #jack daniels x reader #max phillips #max phillips fanfic #bloodsucking bastards #dave york #dave york x you #pero tovar #pero tovar x you #javi gutierrez #javi g x you #pedro boys #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #headcanon #drabble

[nayialovecat]

Lamb makes a deal with Helob

Again, I want to share with you a (very badly, I guess) translated fragment of chapter from my AU's. This isn't a big spoiler from Cult of the Wrath. Volume 3, Chapter 4 "Journey to Darkwood".

The action of the entire AU takes place when Lamb has already defeated all the Bishops - the first volume is literally his whole fight with Narinder. The next ones are attempts to embrace the new domain and at the same time present the characters and the game world in my, more logical version + in the form of flashbacks, I sometimes try to present the events of the game and the reasons why.

I didn't plan that Helob would be such a cool character - to be honest, he came out a bit like some sort of Igor, which only makes his character cooler in my eyes… I changed his style of speaking a bit. I liked this fragment so much that I can't keep it with me too long and want to share it. Enjoy!

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4. Journey to Darkwood (fragment)

(...) Once outside the church, they looked around the village as if to etch the image in their mind, wondering for a moment what they would find when they returned. They became slightly sad. Then they had leave, levitating just above the grass, to the edge of the village, and stopped only at Glade of the Passage. They took a deep breath, glancing to the sides. They saw Helob praising his living merchandise to some monstrous-looking creature with a slightly wolf's face.

"I don't have time for this," they thought. "I shouldn't..."

But after a moment's hesitation, they ran up there. Helob, who had been talking to a hungry-looking large wolf entity with glowing eyes, both two pairs, immediately pushed its aside as soon as he saw Lamb.

"Oooh! Your grace! Me heard, me heard what happened... Move, simpleton," he growled at the astonished beast, which was pushed even further, pushed carelessly with a hand. It looked surprised, especially when it saw something fluffy and soft in front of its eyes, not much bigger than a small bison wrapped tightly in a cobweb. "Your majesty, you can't even imagine what an honor it is for poor old Helob... oh, yes, a great honor. If Helob knew who the Lamb would become, he would never dare to bargain... But he hopes Lamb will continue in their generosity... yes, yes, as a new god, Lamb certainly won't get greedy... Helob's best client will not disappoint old Helob..."

Lamb felt a little sick. As always when dealing with this monster. They glanced at the bison, which trembled with fear even more - he was probably more afraid of a creature that looked like an innocent Lamb, but which he buys from a live meat trader, than a hungry-looking wolf demon or whatever the monster standing next to him was.

"Helob, I have a case in Darkwood, I may be away for a few days," Lamb said quickly, looking at the slave trader. "This one is what I'll send to my village right now, but I'd like... and listen carefully now... that you keep every new... stuff until I get back, okay? Can you do this for me?"

"Oh, yes, yes... Helob heard, yesterday was a great feast! The music was coming here, Helob was even jiggling... Yes, yes, all the preys for the Lamb, yeah, Lamb will paid in advance?"

"I'll pay you for..." he hesitated "three. If there's more, the rest when I get back, okay? And I advise you not to forget to feed or drink them!"

"Yes, yes... Helob understands... lean meat, bad meat..."

"Don't overdo it," snarled Lamb again.

"Yes. No fat, Helob remembers. Helob takes care of it right away…" The spider unhooked the bison from his web, and the wolf monster snarled. "Shut up! Can't it see that Helob has a more important client? Shu, shoo... don't disturb... Your majesty wishes to leave wrapped or... ah, no, yes, Helob remembers... The spider's web is tasteless, now Helob removes it."

The bison trembled more as the spider's fast limbs untangled him from his spider web, re-rolling him like a rag doll. Meanwhile, Lamb rose in the air for a moment and illuminated the eyes. The little bison jumped up as soon as it was raised and tried to escape - but at that moment the portal grabbed him and dragged to the village. Lamb fell to the ground. The spider chuckled.

"Your majesty is not taking any chances with them, ha, ha, Helob will never get bored with this sight... yes, Helob goes hunting... Lamb to Darkwood? So we won't meet, Helob will be in Anura... He will find a lot of tasty morsels. Three at least for Lamb, however more...

"I'll pay extra when I get back" reminded Lamb.

"Yes, yes, all for Lamb..." Helob hesitated. "Old ones too? Sick ones too?"

"As you said, I am now a god. Old age or sickness is not a problem."

"So maybe Helob should start asking the full price?"

"Don't push it."

"No, no... of course... Your grace is not angry with stupid old Helob... Of course, old and sick, always cheaper... yes, Helob will not disappoint the biggest, best customer..." Saying that, he began wind up his stuff - the scaffolding on which the net was set up, empty cages. Lamb, looking at their quantity, wondered how many they had missed.

At that moment, the wolf monster roared, then directed its muzzle at Lamb. It looked like it wanted to attack them. The growl grew louder - but the woolen creature showed no fear, and the spider merchant ignored it too. Paws buckled slightly. Lamb didn't want to do that, but...

Blood spurted. The wolf monster howled, clutching its muzzle with its paws and taking two steps back quickly. Lamb looked at them coldly, while the sword in the form of the Crown had already returned to their head.

"I don't advise you to come here again," they said slowly. "So far I'm nice. But if I see you again in MY domain I swear I will make you into a meal for my people... get it?"

The wolf creature whined with bass voice. It couldn't quite fit in its head that the tiny compared to it, woolly creature just slashed it through its muzzle with a sword who become a crown. That it had bought its meal before it and was treated better by the slave trader than it was. It understood nothing anymore.

"Ha! Helob warned you, idiot!" the spider laughed derisively, putting his stall on his back. "Important customer. More important than any other! Heard his grace? Shoo, shoo, never here again..." And then he whispered in private. "Helob now in Anura..."

"Helob, we have a deal!" reminded Lamb sharply.

"Oh yes, yes... now there are no preys from Helob for anyone... Big order, yes... Helob then in Silk Cradle, find there... Four days from now, yes, yes, Helob will be there..."

Lamb turned, breathing hard. As always, talking to this disgusting spider made them feel sick and dizzy. But they was smart enough never to try to deny Helob's belief that Lamb and their followers would eat the preys they had bought from him.

(...)

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Polish version:

4. Podróż do Darkwood (fragment)

Gdy znalazło się na zewnątrz kościoła, rozejrzało się jeszcze po wiosce, jakby chciało wyryć sobie ten obraz w pamięci, zastanawiając się przez chwilę, co zastanie, gdy wróci. Lekko posmutniało. A potem już wypruło, unosząc się w powietrzu tuż nad trawą, ku skrajowi wioski i zatrzymało się dopiero przy Polanie Przejścia. Odetchnęło głęboko, zerkając na boki. Dostrzegło Heloba zachwalającego swój żywy towar jakiemuś potwornie wyglądającemu stworzeniu o nieco wilczym pysku.

"Nie mam na to czasu - pomyślało. - Nie powinnom..."

Ale po chwili wahania podbiegło tam. Helob, który rozmawiał z głodnie wyglądającym wielkim wilczym bytem o świecących oczach, całych dwóch parach, natychmiast odepchnął go na bok, gdy tylko zobaczył Jagnię.

- Oooch! Wasza łaskawość! Słyszałem, słyszałem, co się stało... Suń się, prostaku - warknął na zdumioną bestię, która została odsunięta jeszcze dalej, odepchnięta niedbale ręką. Wyglądała na zaskoczoną, tym bardziej, gdy dostrzegła przed sobą coś puchatego i miękkiego niewiele większego od zawiniętego ciasno w pajęczynę małego bizona. - Wasza miłość, nawet sobie nie wyobrażasz, jaki to zaszczyt dla biednego, starego Heloba... o tak, tak, wielki zaszczyt. Gdyby Helob wiedział, kim stanie się Jagnię, nigdy by nie śmiał się targować... Ale liczy na to, że Jagnię nie ustanie w swojej hojności... tak, tak, jako nowy bóg, Jagnię z pewnością nie stanie się chciwe... Najlepszy klient Heloba nie zawiedzie starego Heloba...

Jagnięciu zrobiło się lekko niedobrze. Jak zawsze, gdy miało do czynienia z tym potworem. Rzuciło okiem na bizona, który drżał ze strachu jeszcze bardziej - chyba bardziej bał się stworzenia wyglądającego jak niewinne Jagnię, które kupuje jednak u handlarza żywym mięsem, niż wygłodniale wyglądającego wilczego demona czy czym tam był potwór stojący obok.

- Helob, mam sprawę w Darkwood, może mnie nie być kilka dni - rzuciło szybko Jagnię, przenosząc wzrok na handlarza niewolnikami. - Tego tu zaraz wyślę do mojej wioski, ale chciałbym... i słuchaj uważnie teraz... abyś każdy nowy... towar zachował, dopóki nie wrócę, dobrze? Możesz to dla mnie zrobić?

- A tak, tak... Helob słyszał, wczoraj była wielka uczta! Muzyka dochodziła tutaj, Helob nawet podrygiwał... Tak, tak, wszystkie ofiary dla Jagnięcia, tak, Jagnię płaci z góry?

- Zapłacę ci za... - zawahało się - trójkę. Jeśli będzie więcej, reszta, jak wrócę, jasne? I radzę ci, żebyś nie zapomniał ich karmić ani poić!

- Tak, tak... Helob rozumie... chude mięso, złe mięso...

- Nie przesadź tylko - warknęło jeszcze Jagnię.

- Tak. Zero tłuszczu, Helob pamięta. Helob od razu się tym zajmuje... - Pająk odczepił bizona z sieci, a wilczy potwór warknął. - Zamknąć się! Nie widzi, że Helob ma ważniejszego klienta? Sio, sio... nie przeszkadzać... Wasza miłość życzy zostawić zapakowane czy... ach, nie, tak, Helob pamięta... Pajęczyna niesmaczna, już Helob usuwa.

Bizon drżał bardziej, gdy szybkie kończyny pająka rozplątywały go z pajęczyny, obracając jak szmacianą lalkę. Jagnię tymczasem uniosło się na chwilę w powietrze i rozświetliło oczy. Mały bizon, gdy tylko został postawiony, poderwał się i próbował uciec - ale w tym momencie portal porwał go i wciągnął w stronę wioski. Jagnię opadło na ziemię. Pająk zachichotał.

- Wasza miłość się nie cacka z nimi, ha, ha, Helobowi nigdy się ten widok nie znudzi... tak, Helob rusza na łowy... Jagnię do Darkwood? Nie spotkamy się zatem, Helob będzie w Anurze... Znajdzie dużo smacznych kąsków. Trzy co najmniej dla Jagnię, jak więcej...

- Dopłacę, jak wrócę - przypomniało Jagnię.

- Tak, tak, wszystkie dla Jagnię... - Helob zawahał się. - Stare też? Chore też?

- Jak sam powiedziałeś, zostałom teraz bogiem. Starość czy choroba nie jest żadnym problemem.

- Więc Helob może powinien zacząć żądać pełna cena?

- Nie przeginaj.

- Nie, nie... oczywiście... Wasza łaskawość nie gniewa się na starego głupiego Heloba... Oczywiście, stare i chore, zawsze taniej... tak, Helob nie zawiedzie największego, najlepszego klienta... - Mówiąc to zaczął zwijać swój kram - rusztowanie, na którym była rozstawiona sieć, puste klatki. Jagnię, patrząc na ich ilość, zastanawiało się, ilu przegapiło.

W tym momencie wilczy potwór ryknął, a potem skierował pysk na Jagnię. Wyglądał, jakby chciał je zaatakować. Warkot nasilał się - ale wełniana istota nie okazywała nawet odrobiny lęku, a pajęczy handlarz ignorował. Łapy lekko ugięły się. Jagnię nie chciało tego robić, ale...

Bluznęła krew. Wilczy potwór zawył, chwytając się łapami za pysk i cofając szybko o dwa kroki. Jagnię zaś popatrzyło na niego chłodno, podczas gdy miecz w postaci Korony już wrócił na jego głowę.

- Nie radzę pojawiać się tu kiedykolwiek więcej - oznajmiło powoli. - Na razie jestem miłe. Lecz jeśli zobaczę cię jeszcze raz w MOJEJ domenie, przysięgam, że to ciebie przerobię na posiłek dla moich ludzi... jasne?

Wilczy stwór zaskomlał basowo. W jego głowie nie mieściło się, że maleńka w porównaniu do niego wełniasta istota właśnie cięła go mieczem, który staje się koroną, przez pysk. Że kupiła jego posiłek przed nim i była traktowana przez handlarza niewolników lepiej niż on. Nic już nie rozumiał.

- Ha! Helob ostrzegał, durnia! - zaśmiał się szyderczo pająk, zakładając swój kram na plecy. - Ważny klient. Ważniejszy niż jakakolwiek inna! Słyszał jego łaskawość? Sio, sio, nigdy więcej tutaj... - A potem szepnął poufale. - Helob teraz w Anurze...

- Helob, mamy umowę! - przypomniało ostro Jagnię.

- A tak, tak... teraz nie ma ofiar od Heloba dla nikogo... Duże zamówienie, tak... Helob potem w Silk Cradle, tam znaleźć... Cztery dni od teraz, tak, tak, tam Helob będzie...

Jagnię odwróciło się, oddychając z trudem. Jak zawsze, rozmowa z tym odrażającym pająkiem przyprawiała go o mdłości i zawroty głowy. Ale miało dość rozumu, aby nigdy nie próbować dementować przekonania Heloba o tym, że Jagnię i jego wyznawcy zjadają kupowane od niego ofiary.

#Cult of the Lamb #Cult of the Wrath #Wrath the Lamb #Red Crown #Helob the Spider #random wolf-monster #random follower #I'm really proud of that one :3 #my novel

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@oh-three thanks for the ask! Putting it here on this blog

Omg like if we put HRH in the Whiskey and Teeth bar specifically, like that place was so seedy and sticky and there was a space rat there...

So already we know how Gaverick feels about Imperials, so if this Imperial walks in with two Royal Guards, I imagine he would definitely be displeased.

HRH is definitely pretty sheltered, but also fancies themselves more worldly because of their occupation- you can see this when they drink the caf on Nur, and in a scene in yet-unreleased Explored and Worshiped where they are admiring their exploration clothes in the mirror and styling themselves a "filthy rebel". It's kind of like that French Aristocracy trend right before the revolution where they would build themselves fake little villages and play at being peasants. So I imagine they might be like, "oo, novel, look at me now, being in a filthy little dive bar, I'm so rebellious, my father would loathe to see me here" meanwhile Renson and Vanyiel would just be palming their pikes, waiting for any of the patrons absolutely glaring them down to make a move.

I don't think that would happen. I mean, HRH isn't a monster. Just a bit aloof and ideologically indoctrinated. They aren't looking to cause any trouble.

As for Utapau, I think they would love it, because from what we've seen, everyone there absolutely respects formality and makes a big affair out of it. I also think it would remind them of their little clandestine encounter to be so close to Nur and surrounded by people who physically remind them of the Inquisitor.

I do like to envision a version of their story where they have a son and take him to Utapau as like, a 7 year-old boy and just let him run around and experience not looking like a "freak" once he's old enough to actually be aware of how his parent's contemporaries treat him, and he's just fitting right in with everyone around him. I do think they would pay a premium to dress him in clothes from Utapau and buy him whatever he wanted from there. Maybe stopping shy of a Varactyl, because that is just not practical when you live in an apartment on Coruscant between dig seasons.

(I also maybe went down one rabbit hole for HRH where they took their son to an event with a bunch of Senators, it caught the attention of the representatives from Utapau, who recognized they weren't married. After some inquiry, they realized HRH somehow managed to accidentally have a Pau'an baby, which shocks them because it normally takes decades or even a century of trying on their end because of low fertility rates.

The conversation leaves HRH feeling a little awkward and uneasy. Very soon afterwards, the Emperor contacts them to tell them he's received a marriage request for HRH to wed a Senator's son from Utapau. He basically tells HRH you shouldn't have a problem with this, this is better for your son because he'll be around his own people, you're spent goods with no better prospects and clearly a particular taste, and you are not supposed to have an individual attachment to the boy's father- definitely not one that gets in the way of my plans. So you're doing this.

The problem is that HRH isn't just into Pau'an men in general, they're absolutely hung up on the individual, but they have no choice. So arranged marriage it is, and they end up moving with their son to Utapau, and kind of their only solace is that their son is happy and they are really close to Nur for visits.)

#wip