#I only ever come out of hiding during the witching hour

[maxespurr]

Giving In

Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...

Words: 934

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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.

It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.

It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.

That was a week ago.

Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.

She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.

Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.

Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.

She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.

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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).

"Need some help?"

Natasha froze.

She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.

Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."

Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.

They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.

When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"

Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.

"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."

"W-Wanda, wait...!"

But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.

Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.

"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.

Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.

Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.

"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."

Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.

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A/N: Part 2...? 🤔

#wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov

[dorabledewdroop]

FIRST TIME SMUT OKAY IM SORRY

18+ only pls if you’re younger avoid this?

Warning: Smut but also it’s really badly written I’m so sorry

Summary: a little misunderstanding Tony’s new AI leads to a pretty pleasant conclusion.

It’s not really dubcon because everyone has feelings for each other but they act on it before talking about it?

I wrote this in an hour and it’s my first time writing smut I’m sorry it’s not that great but I’m trying my hand let’s see.

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“I think it would be better if we tell her now” Natasha told Wanda. The both of them sitting in the kitchen while Wanda made breakfast for the team.

“What if she’s too scared? What if she says no? What will we do then? I don’t think I can handle that rejection, Nat” Wanda replied to her girlfriend, not looking her in the eye.

“You know that’s not going to happen, malyshka” Nat assured her.

It was no secret that you were hopelessly in love with the witch and the ex-assassin. Everyone knew about it. You weren’t exactly subtle when it came to it. Always avoiding to spar with both of them, flushing red anytime somebody even remotely teased you about it. Not to mention the fact that Wanda could always hear your thoughts about the two of them, never failing to blush at just how utterly smitten you were. It was getting ridiculous, why wouldn’t you just tell them? Could you really not see how they were flirting with you? Did you think that they would let just anyone cuddle with them during movie night? How about the fact that in the event of a nightmare, both of them would leave their shared room and ask to lay down besides you. Was that not clear enough? Could you-

Ms. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff. Ms.Y/L/N appears to be in distress and calling for the two of you. Tony’s new beta AI ‘Wednesday’ interrupted the conversation.

Her vitals indicate increased heart rate and raised body temperature. She also seems to be repeating your names.

Sharing a concerned look they both rushed to your room

They were about to knock when they heard a loud ‘FUCK’

Not waiting, they barged into your room without knocking.

You yelped as the two of them entered. They noticed you were trembling, face flushed, and practically hyperventilating.

“W-what are you d-doing here?” You stammered, wide eyes darting between the two of them. “Detka, Wednesday told us that you weren’t doing well and that you were calling for us” Natasha said as she sat down beside you, causing a whimper to come out of your mouth. She noticed how your knuckles were white as you gripped the bed sheets. She was about to put her hand against your forehead when she glanced at your unlocked phone beside you. As soon as she saw the app that was open, she realised where the slight buzzing was coming from and put two and two together. Hiding her smirk she glanced at Wanda, and pointedly looked at your phone. Wanda’s eyes widened when she realised what was going on and grinned. Wanda slowly made her way towards your other side.

“I’m- shit- I’m fine” You muttered weakly. Closing your eyes, trying so so hard not to combust on the spot.

Without you realising, Wanda had taken your phone and increased the vibration setting to the second highest.

“Holy fuck.” You eyes widened as your chest started heaving, gripping the bedsheets even more.

“What’s wrong kotenok?” Wanda asked with faux concern. Running her finger up and down the side of your arm.

“Nothing. Just.. p-please leave. I’d like to be alone right now” You said, not looking at either of them in the eye. Trying so hard not to come right there. The vibrator inside you not doing you any favours. Why the ever-loving fuck did you not lock the door. You were going to kill Tony and his stupid AI.

“Are you sure you want us to leave, malyshka?” Natasha asked sweetly, looking at you as if she was going to eat you up-

Nope. Nope. You can’t think like that. You weren’t going to last and thinking like that definitely wasn’t going to help things.

“Holy fucking shit” You exclaimed, as the vibration jumped even higher. (Thanks to wanda. Not that you knew anyway)

“You know..” Wanda started

“If we did leave right now.. there’s something that we wouldn’t be able to tell you” Natasha continued.

Trying hard to control your breathing but failing. You were so close. You looked up at them in question.

They both leaned right next to either side of your head, their warm breath tickled against your neck.

“This is what we wanted to tell you” Wanda whispered

Natasha looked at her smirking and bit your neck.

“Come for us, baby” Wanda stated right next to your ear.

That’s it. That’s all it took. With a scream, you came. Your back arching, waves of pleasure leaving you writhing on the bed as they both helped keep you still. You just kept on coming, screaming their names until your voice gave out.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for us” Natasha praised against your ear, earning a loud moan. The vibration just didn’t stop, and soon enough, you were coming again. This time however, the vibration stopped.

You felt like you were about to pass out until you realised where you were and whom you were with.

Your eyes shot open as you began to apologise when you saw their hungry looks. Your words died in your throat. That’s when you saw your phone in Wanda’s hand.

“You- you di-“ you started weakly

Wanda shushed you.

“Just enjoy this sweetheart.” She said as she stroked your forehead.

“You’re not upset?” You asked feeling vulnerable.

“No, baby, we’re not upset. We were deciding to how to tell you that we feel the same way when Wednesday told us you were calling for us.” Natasha said

You blushed, turning your head into the pillow and groaning in embarrassment before you turned your head in shock at the two of them.

“Wait. You like me?” You asked, hopeful

“No baby” Wanda said chuckling.

Natasha slapped her arm when she saw your hurt look and hurriedly continued. “What she means is that we don’t like you, we love you”

Your lower lip trembled as you looked at them.

“I love you so much too” you whispered, each hand caressing their cheeks. Your heart melted when they both simultaneously nuzzled into your palms.

Unable to hold herself anymore, Wanda practically fell on you as she enveloped you in a hug, only pulling back when you let out a loud squeak. She looked at you in concern.

Your face burned as you explained “It’s.. um.. it’s still inside me”

Both of them looked at each other and laughed, much to your embarrassment.

“Guess we’ll have to do something about that” She replied with a smirk, slowly leaning towards your face.

You were going to kill Tony. Maybe just hug him too.

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I’m not a writer and definitely haven’t done this before. Pls tell me if you liked it and all thank you for reading.

#Wanda Maximoff x reader #Wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #Natasha Romanoff x reader #Natasha romanoff smut #Wanda maximoff #Natasha romanoff #marvel #avengers #mcu

[v3nusxsky]

I love your writing..🫶🏻 May I request a dom Reader/sub Larissa smut? I’m craving for it haha…sub Larissa just hits different tbh. Something like Larissa discovers this side of her the first time after Reader sort of “overpowers” her during a heated argument in her office and Larissa hates to admit but she likes it immensely..which eventually turns into a heated shameless smutty smut. The plot idea is just a suggestion so it’s totally up to you, so if you have a better idea that’s totally fine😇 Thank you!🫶🏻

Tempers like a flame 18+

*Authors note~ more sub Larissa content for y'all*

Trigger warnings~ sub l dom r reader is able to use magic and often prefers magically shifting their anatomy downstairs to a dick cockwarming edging mommy kink l daddy kink r

Prompt~ see ask^^

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Larissa had been teasing you all day, she knew just what to say and do to get your not so little friend to stand to attention. When you first told her you were able to change your body parts by magic and that you preferred to have male anatomy downstairs ever once in a while, you were terrified, after all Larissa Weems screamed lesbian. But turns out Larissa loved that special quality about you. Larissa soon mapped all all the ways she could tease you to her memory which meant a lot of painful predicaments for you when in public and at the other end of her teasing.

Today was no different, Larissa had been teasing you all damn day. Honestly, you were not even sure your dick could get any harder at this point, the bulge becoming hard to hide. You wanted your love on it and that's exactly what you'd get you just had to be creative about it. Picking a silly argument would get Larissa to your shared bedroom, your lover never one to back down especially if she thought she's right, that small fact would become extremely useful.

As soon as she entered her words began to spiral, you let her rant a little before shutting her up with your lips on hers, teeth and tongues clashing together in a desperate needy effort to claim one another as her hand slipped to your noticeable bulge. "Daddy, do you need me?" She teased messing the the fly of your trousers. "Oh mommy more than you know, you caused this and your gonna fix it. Now I have work to do so you're gonna come and sit on daddy's big thick cock, warm it up real good"you demanded tugging her over to the desk before freezing your member from its restraints. "O daddy your huge" she mewled at the slight allowing you. Her underwear disappeared and you silently thanked whatever gods made you a witch. Your spells and magic were incredibly useful.

Making quick work of getting your lover settled on your dick you couldn't help but let out a breathy moan of contentment, "feel so good mommy" you mewled as your love whimpered, your size stretching her out. "Be a good girl for daddy and maybe I'll let you come" you murmured before cracking on with work, a hand rubbing at her back in a soothing manner.  For Larissa time had no meaning, it could've been minutes of hours she wasn't sure but she really needed to move, to feel you deeper in her needy cunt. Subtly she tried to rock her hips to get more only to be met with a harsh smack to her thigh, "don't be greedy whore! You've made daddy horny all day now fucking behave" you snapped before attending to your work ignoring your lovers whines in protest.

Only when you finished the work you had to do did you move to press kisses to her neck. "Did so good for me mommy, wanna reward my special subby girl" you murmured laughing at how her hips rutted forward at the last words. "Aw does mommy like being daddy's submissive slutty whore hmm?" You teased her delighting when she moaned happily, "please I don't wanna think, daddy please make me go all fuzzy I'll be good please please" her little whimpers was all it took for you to teleport yourselves to the bed. Again thank you magic is all you could say.

"Come on then whore, fuck yourself on my dick or can you not even do that anymore?" Was all the blonde needed to hear to begin to bounce on your cock. "Daddy fuck feel so good" she mewled and you knew it wouldn't take much to bring her to the edge. "Poor mommy needs to cum" you teased receiving nods and whimpers of pleasure. "Tough hold it" you bit delivering a span to her ass. "Daddy daddy can't please" she mewled cashing you to flip you both over so she was on her back. "Wanna cum then cum slut but I won't be stopping till I'm done filling you to the brim. Think about how pretty you'd look mommy, carrying daddy's babies like a good cumdump."

You continued to pound into the older woman while spewing all the things you wanted to do to her, making her cum over and over again, begging you to stop while begging for more. The poor woman wasn't sure what she wanted anymore but you didn't care, you were close and that was all you could think of. "Gonna cum, gonna breed my pretty whore, fuck take it baby, take daddy's cum deep inside your needy pussy" you panted as you felt spurt after spurt of sticky hot seed shoot up into her fluttering walls of her cunt. "Thank you daddy" she slurred as you slipped out of her. "You're welcome baby, daddy's gonna plug your pretty pussy so you don't waste any of daddy's treat" you murmured before magically producing the plug and carefully inserted into her gaping hole as your mixed cums dribbled out. "Did good Ris, get some sleep love" you murmured while you made your way back up to hold the spent woman to your chest. "I love you" you both whispered at the same time before laughing and drifting off to sleep together.

Word count~ 1031

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x you #principal larissa weems x reader #principal weems #weems x reader #weems #weems smut #requested

[kisskiss-slashslash]

I have a Jason request:D

Request(sorry if it’s too specific): Jason is beginning to notice that their s/o (who does witchcraft) is becoming more and more distant or busy (this also happens a couple days before his birthday) then on the day of his birthday his s/o comes up to him practically jumping up and down from happiness and tells him they have a big present for him. Turns out his s/o made a spell where his mothers ghost is visible for 24 hours but she cannot touch anything and is only visible for him and his s/o to see:)

The only draw back is that after the 24 hours his s/o is SUPER tired and can’t even walk for a couple of weeks bc it took a lot out of them

A happy ending for him and his s/o<3

Ty and have a great day<3

Oooo I love this one.

A very special birthday surprise

The time around his birthday is hard enough for Jason as it is. But now you have been rather distant for days now, always coming up with excuses when he tries to spend time with you. But you also seem so damn *happy* all of the time. His mind keeps coming up with terrible scenarios, of you planning to leave him or seeing someone else, or…

What would he do then? No matter how enraged he would be, he couldn’t imagine ever hurting you. Could he just let you go?

His birthday is just 24 hours away. Maybe you just wanted to wait until after that to leave, so you wouldn’t make the day that keeps bringing back his worst memories even worse for him. Now during these 24 hours, he barely sees you. You are hiding in your little witchey corner, and he hears you softly mumbling to yourself, though it almost sounds like you are holding an actual conversation with someone who is responding to you.

Jason stares at the old clock you brought in from one of the cabins. Just fiften more seconds to midnight.

Had he done anything to deserve you ignoring him like this? The past years, you spent almost his entire birthday snuggled up to him, trying to drown out the painful memories with your love and affection.

Ten seconds.

Was it the last group of campers? Has he been too brutal to them, and scared you off?

Five seconds.

Either way, learning to live without you again would be heartbreaking. Just another scar in his psyche.

One second. And exactly on the stroke of midnight, the curtain sectioning your witching-corner off from the rest of your shack parts and you step out.

“Happy Birthday, Jason”, you say with a smile.

But Jason barely notices you. Because next to you stands the semi-transparent form of his mother, smiling at him with tears in her eyes.

You sheepishly scratch the back of your neck. “I figured you might wanna spend your birthday with your mom again, so I gathered everything I needed to make her spirit visible for you, at least for the duration of your birthday. I wanted it to be a surprise and it needed a lot of preparation, that’s why I was so distant from you lately, so… Happy Birthday.”

Within a split second you find yourself side to side with the icy presence of Pamela, pressed against Jason’s broad chest. His arms go right through her body, but she is acting like she is getting hugged anyway.

“Oh Jason”, Pamela says in the hollow voice typical for ghosts. “My special… special boy. I’m so sorry… For everything you had to go through.”

Jason squeezes both of you even tighter for a second, hot tears dripping from underneath his mask.

“I… uh…”, you start, despite the tight hug making speaking a bit difficult. “I also got us some cake and soda.” You free your arms and cub his cheeks with your hands. “So what do you say we celebrate your birthday properly this year?”

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader

[memphisflash]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

Pairing: Evelyn Harper (OC) x Elvis Presley

Word count: 2,5K

Chapter summary: Betrayal seems to always sneak its way into Elvis and Evelyn's lives, only this time it's coming from Elvis' side of trusted ones. Evelyn makes a drastic decision.

Chapter warnings: the plot twists keep on twisting 💀, strong language, the usual vampire shenanigans.

A/N: Well, would ya look at that - another villain rears his head. Can't trust anyone. 😏

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EVELYN'S POV

Another week had past and I hadn’t seen the outside world since I arrived at the International Hotel.

The only fresh air I got was out on the terrace of the penthouse and often times it was at ungodly hours of the night, because I learned that Elvis liked sleeping during the day and being awake throughout the night.

He was a nocturnal creature after all, so this did not surprise me. He wore a daylight ring that prevented him from burning in the sun but he told me that after he was turned, he didn’t like the heat and sun as much as he used to anymore.

When the topic of his transition came up, I could sense he didn’t want to talk about it and I didn’t push him on it.

If he wanted to tell me about it, he would.

Perhaps he already did and I would remember it when I got my memories back.

When me and Elvis weren’t sleeping together and tearing each others’ clothes off, we talked.

Sometimes about random, trivial things but most of the time, it was about our life together and where we’d go from here.

The situation was strange – despite the flashbacks I’d have when we had sex or he fed from me, I still couldn’t fully remember everything. But I was comfortable around Elvis and after spending two weeks cooped up inside of his penthouse with him by my side, I found myself not wanting to leave anymore.

I loved hearing him tell stories, have him hold my hand, hold me when I broke down in the middle of a conversation. He never judged me for the mess I currently felt I was.

Around him, I could truly be myself even though I had no idea who that was anymore.

Evelyn Harper – vampire hunter. Daughter. Wife.

I had no idea what title to live up to, and it was frustrating.

Elvis eased me into the idea of having a witch undoing the compulsion and although he couldn’t give me all the details on it because he had never experienced it before, I agreed to it.

I wanted all of this to end, I wanted my life back.

I wanted myself back.

“She’ll be here at midnight,” Red informed us after he got off the phone with his witch friend and wandered into the living area of the penthouse we were all in.

Knowing from the photographs that I’d seen, me and the guys in Elvis’ entourage used to be friendly in the past and I didn’t want to seem as if I was hiding away from them, or keeping Elvis from them.

None of them seemed to feel that way, but I did feel awkward around a few of them. I had no idea if it had been like that in the past, but it probably had something to do with what happened to Richard.

Something I apologized about to Elvis, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

I liked Red, and Sonny too. Charlie was a fun guy, an alcoholic definitely but when you’re a vampire people tend to look past that. Jerry was the youngest vampire in the bunch and he kept his distance from me, most likely still dealing with his newfound cravings.

He was smart not to try anything though, because I don’t think Elvis would take it lightly if any of his guys tried to sink their teeth into me – his wife.

He was protective, borderline possessive.

Wanting me to always sit next to him in every room, giving his entourage a warning glare when they looked my way a little too long for his liking.

I was pretty sure none of the guys meant anything by it, but I liked having a man act like that for me.

It was attractive.

Marty was another guy that worked for Elvis and he was nice too. Then there was Lamar, the least stereotypical vampire that ever walked the planet, I figured.

He was a big sturdy guy and always seemed to be in a good mood, not caring that he was often on the receiving end of Elvis' jokes.

Everyone was nice and civil, except for one.

Joe Esposito.

I figured it was because of what happened with Eli, but the vampire couldn’t stand to be near me. He never gave me as much as a “hello” when I came into a room and quite honestly, I didn’t care for him much either.

I didn’t trust him, but since he was still around, I figured Elvis liked him. So, I kept my personal opinion to myself.

“Will it hurt?” I asked Red, hoping he had answers for me that Elvis didn’t.

The ginger haired vampire gave me a sympathetic smile, scratching the back of his neck.

“I wouldn’t know, Evelyn,” he drawled in a Southern accent that sometimes seemed even stronger than that of Elvis. “I never had to go through some’in like that, but Gigi is good at what she does, I can tell ya that much.”

I sighed softly and nodded, leaning back in the couch. Elvis who was next to me wrapped his arm around my shoulders and engulfed me in his warmth, kissing my temple.

“I’m gonna be with you the whole time, baby. Ain’t gonna let anyone hurt ya.” He whispered in my ear and I’d learned to ignore the fact that despite his whispering, the guys could still hear everything.

I smiled at him and nodded, thanking him by kissing his cheek. I could feel Joe’s eyes on me, burning a hole through me, but when I looked back at him, he quickly avoided eye contact.

The little Italian fucker was starting to get on my nerves, so I slowly got up and excused myself to get ready for whatever Gigi the witch had in store with me.

In reality, I just needed a breather.

I stepped out on the terrace that was attached to Elvis’ bedroom and silently closed the sliding door behind me. I inhaled the dry Vegas air and walked closer to the railing to look at the desert city that spread out before me, neon lights twinkling vividly.

My mind wandered.

I thought about my Ruby and Eli, who had left the hotel I learned from the guys about a week ago.

They didn’t leave a message for me and I didn’t know how to feel about that.

I didn’t know how to feel about them anymore.

They were my friends and they betrayed me.

I had so much to think over and process, and so little time it seemed. I would see them again, that I was sure of, but I didn’t know if forgiveness was in the cards of my future with them.

It wasn’t something small they had lied about. It was something that changed the course of my whole life.

And my father… the worst one of them all.

I didn’t know who Christian Harper was anymore, and I doubted I ever did.

And then there was my mother…

My beautiful mother – my guardian angel.

I was sure she was looking down on me right now and smiling proudly at me for taking the reigns of my life back.

My mother passed away when I was sixteen. I can still remember everything about her, from the sound of her laugh to the smell of her perfume.

I’d never actually seen her deceased body due to the closed casket, because she had been brutally murdered by vampires and the sight hadn't been pretty.

That’s what my father told me.

A weird sensation settled in the pit of my stomach.

Telling a lie seemed second nature to Christian Harper, what if…

No, no, no.

No.

Now I was just thinking crazy.

I pushed the thought out of my mind as quick as it came and ran my hands through my hair, shaking it off. I didn’t want to make myself completely paranoid.

Trying to focus my thoughts elsewhere, I was interrupted by the sliding doors opening and closing. Then footsteps that walked closer toward me. Turning around, I expected Elvis to face me with that warm smile of his, but instead I was faced with one I’d wanted to get away from in the first place.

“Joe.” I greeted him, the tone of my voice cold.

He’d never been nice to me, so why should I?

“Evelyn.” He said in the same harsh tone, standing next to me to look at the view of Sin City.

The tension between us was uncomfortable and I wanted to turn around and go back inside, but I didn’t want to seem weak.

I didn’t want him to think I’d hide behind Elvis every time someone was an asshole to me.

“How are your memories coming along?” He asked with a small taunt to his voice as he lit a cigarette. I rolled my eyes as I kept looking at the view, shuffling away from him a little to create more distance between the two of us.

“What do you want, Joe?” I blurted out, not even answering his useless question. “If you’re here for friendly conversation, I’m not interested.”

He scoffed, and I knew an insult was burning on his tongue but he swallowed it. “I’m surprised Elvis kept you around this long. I sure miss the other girls that came in and out of this bedroom when you were off living the life you’re supposed to be living.”

I could hear laughter coming from inside. Elvis had been in a good mood all night because he knew tonight I would get all of my memories back and we would get our lives back, and I didn’t want to bring him down.

Joe was trying to hurt me with his words and he succeeded but I was a pro at sliding on a mask. I turned to him and flashed him a sarcastic smile.

“Well, I’m his wife, Joseph. And what are you.. exactly, if not a damn weak little fledgling that kisses up to the boss’ ass because he can’t survive a day without his protection?”

I could see his jaw ticking and he flicked his cigarette over the railing, his eyes darkening.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?”

I raised an eyebrow and couldn’t stop myself from letting out a laugh. I’ve been threatened by stronger and bigger vampires. “I do. I’m talking to a traitor,” I lowered my voice a little, though kept a safe distance. “Does he know what you do in your spare time? I mean, Elvis is no saint but I’m sure he won’t take it lightly when he knows one of his men sucks the life out of his fans.”

I was bluffing. I had no idea if he had been behind the murders of the girls I’d seen photos of in Elvis’ folder, but when Joe’s eyes widened a little and his eyebrow twitched, I knew I had him.

He stepped forward so quick that I didn’t have time to get away. I gasped for air as he grabbed onto my throat, not even bothering to open the sliding door as he threw me through the window which shattered immediately at the impact.

As I landed onto the floor in the bedroom, I didn’t even get the chance to breathe as Joe used his vampire speed to grab me by the throat once more and dragged me to stand up straight.

He was smaller, but he was still a supernatural being and I was not.

He had my arms bent uncomfortably behind my back as he stood behind me, his fingertips gripping onto my jaw firmly. I didn’t stand a chance.

Elvis and the others were in the room instantly and I could see the shock in Elvis’ eyes, but he recuperated immediately, his gaze on Joe darkening.

“If ya wanna keep your heart, I suggest you let go of her, Joe. Now.” Elvis growled as he took a step closer to us, but was careful not to make any sudden moves as Joe tightened his grip on me.

I was desperately gasping for air, clawing at the vampire’s arms but he didn’t let go.

“Goddamit, EP! How can you live like this? With.. with.. with a fuckin’ hunter, of all things!” Joe yelled, his voice booming through the room. “She ruins you, man. Makes you fucking weak. You’re a vampire, boss, about time you start acting like one.”

Elvis’ full vampiric features were out, and so were that of all the other guys. It was an eerie sight, yet it brought me comfort knowing that they were all standing up for me.

Well, as much comfort as one could feel in a situation like this.

Joe’s grip was getting tighter and tighter, and I could hardly breathe anymore. His fingertips were pressing against my jaw so hard that he could break my neck with the faintest flick of his wrist.

This was it. This was how it’d end – I was going to die, without fully living my life.

Without getting the life I deserved with my husband.

And then it dawned on me.

Every time Elvis would feed on me, he’d give me a little of his blood afterward because he’d been right – I hated the bite marks that were left behind.

The last time he fed was around four hours ago… meaning his blood was still in my system.

I looked at Elvis and our eyes met. I couldn’t move my head to nod nor could I talk, but our connection was strong. So strong that all it took was one look and he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I could see him give me a concerned look and I widened my eyes as I groaned and wiggled in Joe’s arms, and he knew then that he couldn’t talk me out of this. I breathed through my nose as much as I could as Joe kept rambling on and on about how Elvis was a shame to the vampire race and that he wasn’t following his natural instincts.

“Fine!” Elvis roared, taking a step closer to me and Joe. “You want me to act like a vampire? I’ll act like one.”

I gasped for air as Elvis grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me out of Joe’s grip. The smaller vampire let go of me immediately, still feeling a sense of submission toward his boss despite betraying him, and I looked up at my husband as he cupped my face.

Only this time it wasn’t the way he’d usually do when he would kiss me.

He held onto my jaw and leaned in closer, his eyes boring into mine.

He didn’t want to do this, but part of me did.

Then… I could remember everything.

And I could be with him without any worries of our relationship being “taboo” or “not natural”.

I’d be stronger, both physically and mentally. No one but me would be able to dictate my life anymore, or steal my memories away.

“It’s okay,” I whispered with a crack in my voice as I held onto his arms, nodding my head a little. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a low growl, pressing his forehead against mine.

“I got you. I always got you.”

He pressed his lips against mine and we shared a short feverish kiss before he broke my neck and let my body go limp in his arms.

And then my whole world faded to black.

#elvis #elvis presley #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #elvis x oc #elvis presley x oc #elvis smut #elvis presley smut #elvis fanfic #elvis presley fanfic #vampire!elvis #king of hearts #tamwrites

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Bound | Chapter 1

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: graphic depictions of death, implied/referenced SA

Summary: Rosalie always carried the resentment of not being able to fulfill the image of the perfect family she had in her head. But the universe had set out to grant her everything she could've hoped for in the most unconventional way and in the form of a witch. Can their love withstand the promise of forever or will Rosalie and (Y/N) succumb to the grapples of time?

A/N: tried my best to write the pain and turmoil Rosalie might have felt during such a horrendous moment. I feel like her backstory is so overlooked in the story and, for me, it's one of the most tragic. I hope I do her justice with this and the coming chapters. Also, I want to say to any and all survivors of SA that you are not alone and what happened to you is not your fault, it never will be. I hope you have healed or are healing. And if you ever just need an ear to listen, I am here. 🤍

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Rosalie Hale should have been protected. That much she knew to be true. She should have been able to revel in a perfect life. A perfect house, perfect children, a perfect husband, all complements to her being a perfect wife. 

Everything should have been perfect because she already was. 

But there was something about a perfect thing that she did not know until it was too late. Whenever it was scrutinized, the cracks started to appear. The paint that was used to make everything seamless was bulky and uneven. Nothing was perfect. Nothing could even come close. 

Still, it had been far too late to see all the flaws of what was supposed to be her perfect life. 

Everything had happened to her so quickly. Her courtship to Royce King the Second, to their engagement, to the date of the wedding. It was the thing of fairytales. Or at least, that was what she had thought –what she had been raised to believe. The perfect prince to the beautiful princess. 

His façade was impeccable. He did the right things, said the right things; he played the part well. Too well. It made it easy for Royce to hide his faults. Because they didn’t exist to the naked eye. His lingering eye was only witnessed by the women he would make uncomfortable, but they would never speak of it. His drunkenness was reserved for the late hours of the night, in the company of his closest friends. His blatant disregard for Rosalie was only spoken of in whispers, spilling into the ears of his most trusted confidantes. He did not have to worry about anyone else knowing just how execrable he actually was. 

The fact that he was marrying the Rosalie Hale was enough to allow his behavior. She was a testament to the fact that he could have anything he wanted without having to work too hard at it. All it took to reel her in were a few words and flowers, some public outings and he had her trapped in his spell. 

At that point, she didn’t know it. That the love he seemed to have for her was only his part to play. How could she? Royce King was her ticket to everything she had ever worked toward. He was the trophy for the part she had to play. It didn’t matter that she was not in love with him, she loved everything he could give her. She didn’t mind feeling like an empty shell of a human if it looked like she had everything. She knew it was vain and shallow, but it was what she had been molded to be. 

What she never thought was that the same person she believed would grant her every dream would be the very reason it was taken away. Ripped and taken from her without another thought. 

The day had started well enough for her. With her wedding only a week away, her head could only be preoccupied with the final details of the event and everything that would come after. Even as she spent the night with Vera, her best friend, watching as her husband loved her and her son grew beautifully, Rosalie could only think of when it would be her own child reaching their arms up to be carried. She would have the life she wanted because that was what she was promised. 

But the night was harsh and unforgiving. In hindsight, she would have taken that as a warning. The cold truth was slapping her in the face long before real hands had. When she was yelled at by Royce on the empty street, she should have turned around. She should have listened to the trembling in her limbs as he treated her as nothing more than a prize he had won. She should have ran and kept running. 

But his grasp around her was tight, bruising. He grabbed her like she was his possession, as though her body had never belonged to her. And he wanted to show her off because she did, she belonged to him. 

She remembered trying to fight. Whatever happened next, she could hold on to the fact that she had tried to fight. Even if it had been to no avail. No amount of strength could have been enough to protect her, at least not of any she knew. 

Then, she remembered how frozen she had felt. Not because of the cold in the weather, but because her limbs had gone stiff. Royce and his friend were drinking in her pain, rejoicing in her screams. She couldn’t give them that. So, she froze. Rosalie allowed them to take everything from her but the fact that she was in so much pain. 

They took her clothes, they took her will, they took her beauty, they took her body. They took and took until there was nothing left to give. They even believed they had taken her life. But something inside her was holding on. Something she cried would just let it all end. There was nothing left for her to hold on to, Rosalie just wanted the nightmare to end since her dream definitely had. 

Rosalie could have sworn that she had spent hours on that dimly lit street begging for death to take her in its arms and whisk her away. She didn’t want to be cold, she didn’t want to be in pain. She no longer wanted to be. All she could do was wait until it all stopped. 

Instead of the impending doom of death, she had been carried away by someone she couldn’t identify at first. At first, she believed it was the Angel of Death crossing her to the afterlife. The speed at which they were traveling felt as much. But soon she was being laid on a bed, where she was bitten on every inch of her body and it made her wish she was back to the pain from before. At least that was bearable until death came. This kind of ache ran across her entire body, freezing her veins and adjusting every fiber of her being. It was overwhelming enough that she could smell… sage? Maybe even moringa and rosemary. Possibly even a hint of ginger. 

Rosalie wanted to laugh at that realization, not that her body allowed her to. She wanted to chuckle at the mere fact that her brain had decided to trick her with the smells of herbs as she went through the worst agony of her life. But she had to admit, it had eased her slightly. And she wished she had perceived those very smells until the change happened. 

She also wished for the longest time that Carlisle had never saved her. What he did felt more like pity rather than a moment of salvation –she did not want to be saved. When he took her in his arms she wasn’t thankful, she was tired. If she’d had the ability to speak, she would have begged him to end it. Rosalie would have used every last breath she had to beacon death quicker than it was coming. 

Instead, he saved her in the worst way possible. He submitted her to a life where she would never have anything she desired. She would have her beauty, and she would have a sort of family, but she would never have something that was truly hers.  But nothing that was hers. Nothing that was just hers. 

At least there was one thing that the imposed immortality had brought her. She was strong. Stronger than all those men the night before. She could feel it. The solidness of her skin, the strain in her muscles, the itching in her limbs for speed. It was supernatural strength. An unlimited source of unimaginable power. 

A vampire. That was what they had told her she was now and she knew it was the truth. The burning in her throat yearned for only one thing and none of the people in the room she had woken in had it running through their veins. She craved the crimson liquid as though it was the sweetest nectar in the world and it was the only thing to satiate the deep void in her stomach. 

But that hunger was nothing compared to the appetite she had for revenge. For the craving she had developed to have the same men that had made her tremble in her sacred body to quiver in theirs. She wanted them to beg her for their lives, to know what it feels for their lives to be in the hands of someone that could not give two shits about them. She wanted them to plead until their voices were hoarse. Until they were so scared that she could hear their skeletons rattle inside their bodies. She wanted them to pray to their god for their lives and then she would take them with her own hands. Her eyes would watch as their souls left their bodies, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. 

She could have answered Carlisle Cullen at that moment. When he had asked her if she wanted to join their family, she knew the answer was yes. Not because they were the perfect choice, but because it was the only one she had. Rosalie didn’t want to be alone and the Cullens were offering her companionship. She would say yes, eventually. First, she had something to do. So, she asked them for a couple of days to set her head in order.

Rosalie waited until the sun had set and dressed up for the occasion. She styled herself in perfect curls and demure makeup. She was dressed in tailored clothes and high heels. At the end of the day, she was still Rosalie Hale and those men would know exactly who it was that would take their lives. 

The first two were easy to find. Buck and Andre Hubert, brothers that still lived under the same roof. With her newfound strength and speed, she slipped into their house without making a single sound. One thing she knew was every party and social appearance the rich people of Rochester, New York had to attend. She knew who would be where and when. And it just so happened that Mr. and Mrs. Hubert would be out all night. 

She wanted to go play with their minds first. Start building that nest of fear deep in their chest as they had done to her. To laugh as they questioned if they were losing their minds. 

The brothers were in the drawing room. Maybe reading, maybe drinking. Definitely drinking. It made her smile. Her legs took her to the table in their foyer, slamming a vase she had admired for years against the wall. 

“Who goes there?” Buck called out from the room to be met with the crackling of the fireplace in response. “I’ll let you know that I have a gun.”  

Rosalie remained quiet, instead making noise by slamming a framed picture of the brothers to the floor. She stared as the frame splintered around her and the glass bounced off her impenetrable skin. Bring your gun, she wanted to say, there’s nothing you can do to hurt me now. 

But she kept her silence. She wanted to draw both of them out, not just their guns. Their bodies would be the first warming call to the other three men. So, she broke more things, until the room was filled with splintered wood, glass, and roses. How she detested roses now. 

“What the fuck is going on, Buck?” Andre said, his voice shaking slightly. “Who’s there?”  

“I don’t know, man,” he sighed in frustration. “I’ll go check.” 

No. It had to be both of them. She called out, “Why don’t you both come to check?” 

“No way,” she heard one of them whisper, not really caring which one. 

They walked out slowly, each sporting a rifle in their arms. They stood tall, their eyes trained on hers, trying to appear courageous. But she knew they weren’t. She could hear their hearts racing, she could see the beads of sweat forming on their forehead, she could smell their desperation. 

“Rosalie Hale,” Buck said. “What are you doing here?”  

“Surprised to see me, boys?” She smiled sweetly and she could see the way it made them shiver. “I just thought I would pay you a visit after last night. You left without so much as a goodbye.”  

 “No, but you… you were…” Andre stammered. He was so young and it showed. His brother towered over him and he was shaking in inexperience. 

“What’s wrong, Andre?” she feigned worry. She had also been so young and they had not cared. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”  

“You died last night,” Buck interjected in big brother fashion. “We left you on the street and you were dead.” 

“Correct!” Rosalie clapped in fake excitement. “You did leave me on the street, but I wasn’t dead. No. I suffered for hours waiting to die. But alas, death arrived in a different way.” 

She took steps toward them, closing the distance of the large entryway. Her movement made Buck fire his gun, the bullet flying right by her ear. It was so close she could hear the whistle of the shot as it passed her. 

“Careful, Buck,” she reprimanded. “You can’t kill something that’s already dead.”  

“W-what?” 

“I know, it’s practically unbelievable,” she chuckled. “Death becomes me, doesn’t it?”  

Rosalie was so close now that it would only take four steps for her to be nose-to-nose with them. Her appearance was illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the open front door, every feature now unmistakable to the men in front of her. 

As they looked into her eyes, they couldn’t help the scream that bubbled from their throats. It was at that moment that they knew their guns would be useless against the intruder. She was definitely not human anymore. 

Buck shot at her stomach, watching in astonishment as the bullets ricocheted against her rather than fly through her. On the other hand, Andre decided to take off in a run. Rosalie could only laugh. Her beautiful voice made their veins run cold, fear grasping them by the throats. 

The blonde took Buck’s gun in her hand, bending the barrel until no more bullets could move through, and grabbed him by his throat, walking toward Andre. She dragged the man's body with one hand, smiling as he tried to claw free, twisting and turning in her grasp. In a couple of seconds, she was behind the younger Hubert. With the damaged gun, she shattered his right leg, smiling as he yelled in pain. 

“Please, please,” Andre cried. Tears and snot mixed on his face, the mask of pure desperation sliding onto him. “Just let us go. We’re sorry, Rosalie. We were just having some fun. It should have never gotten to that point.” 

“Oh, then, please. Tell me when I was having fun?”  Rosalie said. She had dropped both brothers on the floor, one right next to the other, kneeling. “Was it when I begged you all to stop? Was it when my body had been assaulted to the point where I could not even move a finger? Or maybe it was when you were telling Royce he had to start looking for a new wife since I was dead? I would love to know what was fun about any of that.”  

“It wasn’t,” Buck blubbered. “We were wrong, Rosalie. What we did was despicable.”  

“It was, wasn’t it? It was the most vile thing you could ever do to a woman –to anyone,” she smiled. “But you still did it. And it cost me my life. Now, it’s gonna cost you yours.”  

The brothers let out strings of ‘no, please’s and ‘have mercy, Rosalie’s, and it made the fire inside her burn hotter. The vampire stared at Andre first, the youngest of the two. The one she had gone to school with. The one that was only a couple of months her junior. The boy that had acted like a man and taken everything from her. His cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes red and swollen from crying. 

“You could’ve made a woman very happy, Andre,” she smiled. “At least, the boy I knew in school would have. You, as you are now, don’t deserve the dirt on my shoes.” 

“I’m so sorry, Rosalie,” he sobbed. The attractive boy she had known had been battered to a sorry excuse for a human, and she reveled in it. “Please, just let me go. I promise I’ll never do it again.”  

“You’re right. You won’t do it again,” she said, wrapping her hands around his neck. “Save your sorry for your god, Andre.” 

And she snapped his neck, watching as his body slumped to the floor. 

Beside him, Buck let out a guttural scream. A completely broken and full of agony wail. Music to her ears. “Does it hurt, Buck?” she said. “To see the body of the little brother you had sworn to protect, lifeless and beaten? Does it hurt that there was absolutely nothing you could have done to save his life?”

When he kept quiet, only responding in whimpers and whines, she took his left arm and broke it under her grip. “Answer me,”  she seethed. “How bad does it hurt.” 

“It’s the worst pain imaginable,” he yelled out. “I should have saved him. Saved him from you!” 

“No, Buck,” she tsked. “You should have saved him from you. From the wickedness of your mind and your actions. Your brother? Your baby brother is dead because of you. And you can let him know when you join him.” 

Her pale hands wrapped around his throat once more, her eyes observing as the fight left his body. With his only hand, he tried to claw at her skin, to sink his nails into her in an attempt to free himself, but it was futile. He couldn’t even squeeze her. 

She stared into his eyes, the way they pleaded, and she committed them to memory. And she wondered. She wondered if they had looked into her eyes, would they have shown her mercy? Would they have at least let her live to see another day? The fact was that they hadn’t and she would not dwell on them. On these men that were barely human. 

Rosalie squeezed until Buck’s hand fell to his side and his heart stopped beating. She squeezed until there was nothing left in his eyes but the colored irises. She squeezed until she was satisfied. Once she was done, she let his body fall to the floor, slumping against his brother. They were a masterpiece before her. Dead without shedding a single drop of blood. 

She called the police after, claiming to be a neighbor that heard a ruckus in the Hubert house and she watched from the shadows as the scene unveiled before her. The Huber parents arrived before the police, though they weren’t far behind. Mrs. Hubert let out a heart wrenching wail, calling for her boys as she collapsed in her husband’s arms. And, instead of feeling guilty, she wondered how her own parents would have reacted to finding her body. 

Would her mother shriek? Would her father turn heaven and hell until he found the culprit? Would he yell at the policemen to do their job and find the bastard that did such a violent act as Mr. Hubert? Those were answers she would never get. There was no body for her parents to find, no crime to be reported. Not anymore. 

The girl remained at the scene for only a moment more, waiting until the front of the estate was flooded with neighbors and people from deep in the town surely woken from the commotion. She waited until everyone’s attention was on the Hubert brothers and none would be on the people farther away. Especially people staying at hotels in the town center.  

There were two men down on her list. Three more to go. And she would not give them even a second to escape. Their karma was coming for them in the shape of a beautiful vampire. 

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[cookierunauprompts]

Is it bad that I kind of want to see more of Golden Butter Cookie..?

worry not, dear anon, because they have become one of my blorbos. So allow me to make a post that is rather in-detail of them. All of it is under the cut because it is LONG.

Golden Butter Cookie, or 'Goldie' as Shadow Milk Cookie calls them sometimes, was the first ever cookie that the witches created. Holding the virtue of Creation within their four point star shaped Soul Jam, their ability is to be able to make almost anything. The main reason she sticks with making sentient dolls and toys is because a fiber from the Witches' robes fell into her dough, giving her control over them.

After her creation, it wasn't too long before the other (not yet) fallen heroes were made. She's about an hour or two older than them.

Their own personal world, the Toy-Box, was in fact created by her and it's entrance(which is, in fact, a small box) resides somewhere in Beast Yeast as a relic. Nobody know it's location except for her and Shadow Milk Cookie.

Over time, Goldie has become much more mellow and reclusive compared to how much she went out back in her old days. Maybe it has something to do with the fact her corrupted attribute is Cowardice.

Slowly but surely, she hid away from the cookie world. All based on the 'fact' that she wasn't needed, for if the cookies themselves could create wondrous things she hadn't even thought of yet, what use was she?

I have two timelines for her, one where she leaves the Toy-Box after Gingerbrave and co come to Beast Yeast and acts as their guide(under a disguise) instead of carameleon cookie. The other is where Gingerbrave and Co stumble upon the toy box while chasing after Shadow Milk cookie, and then proceed to get stuck in it like idiots.

Fun fact, req prompt #17 takes place before the beasts get sealed. So it's the last time Goldie sees Shadow Milk... technically

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Golden Butter Cookie's Relationships.

Shadow Milk Cookie

Pre-corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Shadow Milk Cookie : He's rather knowledgeable, but a bit of a dork too... It's kinda cute. I like his shows a lot as well, they're rather creative! (Admiration) Shadow Milk Cookie > Golden Butter Cookie : They're rather good company, though I wish I knew more about them... They're hiding something, but what? (Friendly)

During Corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Shadow Milk Cookie : He's done something to himself, I can sense it. I'm worried about him. (Tension/Worry) Shadow Milk Cookie > Golden Butter Cookie : Why are you hiding away from everyone? Don't you know that they still love you? It's not like you've done anything wrong... unlike me. (Tension/Worry)

Post Corruption, pre sealed. Golden Butter Cookie > Shadow Milk Cookie : I won't get in your way... But I don't want to join you out there. (Tension) Shadow Milk Cookie > Golden Butter Cookie : C'mon Goldie! Don't you want to have some fun like we did back then? I can show you one of my shows! I'd love it if you came for just one! ...please. (Friendly?)

Post Sealed. Golden Butter Cookie > Shadow Milk Cookie : Why would you do that...? Where did you go? I... don't know how to feel about you anymore... (Conflicted) Shadow Milk Cookie > Golden Butter Cookie : Will you still be there when I come back...? I never got the chance to... (Longing)

Eternal Sugar Cookie

Pre-Corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Eternal Sugar Cookie : Let's work together to make the Cookies happy, shall we? (Trust)

Post Corruption. Golden Butter Cookie > Eternal Sugar Cookie : I miss the days where we brought smiles to the world... (remorse)

Mystic Flour Cookie

Pre-Corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Mystic Flour Cookie : I envy you... If only I had a will like yours. (Envy)

Post Corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Mystic Flour Cookie : I see... Even you have lost your will. (Sympathy?)

Burning Spice Cookie

Pre-Corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Burning Spice Cookie : You're a bit too intense for me sometimes... (Tension)

Post Corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Burning Spice Cookie : Well... You've definitely changed. (Tension)

Silent Salt Cookie

Pre-corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Silent Salt Cookie : Even though you don't have much to say, I find myself enjoying all our talks. (Friendly)

Post Corruption Golden Butter Cookie > Silent Salt Cookie : Why don't you talk anymore...? Did something happen? Do you really... want this? (Tension) Silent Salt Cookie > Golden Butter Cookie : ... (Regret)

And, finally, here is her design for both her pre-burnout and post-burnout eras! One of them is a sprite edit because i wanted to try my hand at editing a cookie run sprite and i think it turned out good!

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #crk #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au prompts #cr kingdom #beast yeast #shadow milk cookie x oc #cookie run x oc #cookie run oc #crk oc #i'll add on art later but yeah! golden butter cookie everyone #not all the other beast cookies relationship parts are filled out cause i don't really know what they'd think of Golden Butter Cookie yet #shadow milk gets the most relationship parts because their relationship is a bit complicated tho #will probably update this later with more info as well #Golden Butter Cookie tag

[eloquentornot]

At first, it had seemed clear exactly how long they would be in this world. 24 hours, meaning 72 days. Then they discovered the losses and gains of death and killing. And then, after nine days, the timers froze. The quickest to panic soon lashed out, trying to test whether or not the stopped clocks would still change after a kill, only to find that it was no longer possible to deal or take any damage at all. This only lasted one day, and it soon became clear that every tenth day was a day of rest, after which another Boogeyman would be chosen. So, a total of 80 days, if only there could have been no deaths.

It was during one such day of rest that BigB found Pearl, unmoving, eyes wide, laying sprawled flat on her bed, muttering over and over:

"Always watching always watching always watching…"

"Pearl? Are you okay?"

But she did not answer, nor seem to notice him at all. She continued muttering, and as he cautiously approached her, he saw a glint of purple in her eyes. Closer, and he saw shining shapes in the purple. Closer, and the shapes were rectangular, arranged in such a way that-

He recognised that symbol. It had been so long, but… Flashes of more recent memories came to him, and he pushed them away on instinct.

"Nah, you know what? Forget it, I don't wanna know. You do what you gotta do, Pearl, just… wake up by tomorrow morning. Please?"

Shaking his head nervously, he ran away, spending the rest of the day at his old frog base. He didn't tell them what he'd seen. He was already forgetting it.

~~~~~

Coincidentally, on that same day of rest, Cleo found herself staring at the mirror, unable to read her own expression. She knew she felt a deep, boiling rage, but her face seemed more like one of… longing? She was not yet red, and Scar had seemed perfectly amiable at breakfast, his own bloodlust seemingly stayed along with the march of time. The march of time. Stopped. She scoffed. It should have felt like a blessing, and yet… there were no days she found herself more on edge than those in which nothing at all happened. That clock, the ever ticking, looming threat, somehow judging her more harshly than ever when it paused, it had no need to pause for breath, it resented them for these periods, she was sure of it. The days that didn't matter, the days unspoken of in the tales to come, the days all too necessary for the wellbeing of the very warriors who were here to entertain…

She clenched the cobblestone sink harder, leaned closer into the mirror. The blood she'd applied as makeup weeks ago was still fresh. She begged wordlessly for something. A reminder, perhaps. Of what? It didn't matter, as soon as she thought about the concept of memory itself she remembered Etho's smug face, Bdubs taking his side, their family doomed to fall apart before it was even established! She snarled, but then flinched back at the sight of her own ferocious reflection, then was ashamed. All too good at threats, no good at following up. She needed help. She needed help.

~~~~~

Code name: Lady Shadow Location: hiding spot 2348 Mission: Stay hidden no matter what! (I mean it, Lizzie. Even if you hear his voice. If it's really him, he'll know the password. We'll get him out as soon as possible, I promise.)

~~~~~

The Time Witch closed her eyes in frustration. Technically she wasn't the only one aware of the multiverse, but she was the only one who was never, ever allowed to completely forget. The others could discover and/or remember the truth whenever they wanted, or rather, whenever she realised they would want to. Someone had to at least mostly keep track of it all, didn't they? A link was sent out for two of them. Not full awareness, just… enough information that they would work out what to do. Or something. Technically she was in control of the entire exchange. But if she never said anything… One of them saw her, and sent appropriately formal thanks. The other was already grasping at straws anyway. It didn't matter. This was something they'd done enough times already. Shh.

~~~~~

"Do-dodo-dodoooo… always watching, teehee!" Pearl skipped around without a care, dreamlike and wonderful. Her old friends had asked her to help them find someone, someone who had gone missing! "Lizzie, where aare youu?" she called loudly.

"Pearl?" said a distant, familiar voice. "Oops," it continued, and then was silent.

"Oh, there you are!" By moonlight, she saw, and as fast as a blink, she was there. "Hey, Lizzie, how's it going?"

"Erm… nothing! Nobody's here! I'm… throwing my voice, haha!"

"Okay, so you don't mind if I just boop down into this bush here… Found you!"

Lizzie screamed as she was dragged from her hiding spot by countless shimmering hands, forced to stare into alien eyes…

"You're not Pearl!"

"What do you mean, Lizzie? Of course I am! Where have you been lately, huh? We're having so much fun this season, don't you want to come back?"

"No!! Listen to yourself, Pearl, this isn't like you! That place is awful, they're just using you! Please, let me go! I just want to see my husband again!"

"Aw, well he's still there, isn't he? I'll take you right to him, come on!"

"NO!!!" As Lizzie shouted it, so did another. A white shadow snaked across the soundscape, and the dream very nearly shattered, giving Pearl a headache!

"Oi! What was that for?!" As her vision cleared, she realised she had lost her grip on Lizzie, who was now racing away, holding the hand of something unseen…

She gave chase, reaching out further with every blink even as reality itself seemed to melt away, and at the last second grabbed something…

There was a terrible tearing sound, and there was a scream of agony as all perception was numbed by a force that overwhelmed every sense!

The dream was stable, the world restored. LDShadowLady stood unmoving, alone, her eyes blank, her ears twitching. Pearl and Lizzie stared, confused.

"You have a choice," said LDShadowLady, in another voice. "This body will not return to the games. Either restore your friend's soul to it and allow her freedom, or she will take your place, and you will see from the outside what you have become."

"Oh, you mean I get to go full Watcher for a session? See if Lizzie can pretend to be me? That sounds like a blast, thanks!"

"Wait, what?" Lizzie and her body both said independently. "I didn't agree to this!" Lizzie added as the sight of her panicking face faded away…

"Now, Lizzie, there's nothing to worry about…" Pearl's voice gradually got more and more dreamlike… "I'm not leaving, so we'll both be back to normal in about ten days. But while you're in there, you might get to see Joel! Probably shouldn't get your hopes up though, he can't know it's you, after all…"

"B-but! What do I do!? I have to… pretend to be you?!"

And then,

She

Woke

Up.

~~~~~

The sunlight shimmered and glittered over the elven palace, but its inhabitant was nowhere to be seen from the surface. Gem was deep underground, though not as deep as her dwarven neighbour, cheerfully arranging her freshest hermit heads in the dungeon! She honestly wasn't quite sure what to do with all the Etho heads.

Then, she heard stiff footsteps, and a subtle hiss, and without turning to face them, greeted her visitor.

"Your highness."

"Lady Gem," replied King Cleo, her crown's tiny emerald glinting in the light of soul flames. "I'm glad I found you here. I have a… certain request… to make of you. I think you'll enjoy it."

"Oh yeah?" Gem turned. Cleo held up a clock, and it seemed almost to be shining with enchantments…

"But we'll need to go somewhere special for this…"

At the remains of the Rift, the two redheads stood as the sun began to set. It was impossible to tell whether the Grumbot on the opposite wall was paying attention to them, but neither of them minded very much at that moment.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" Gem bounced around. "So, I'll be in your body? And all I have to do to make sure I come back is kill Etho?"

"Yes. And remember, Bdubs and Scar are my sons, and-"

"Scar is your favourite, yeah, you said. Oh, let me practice copying your accent… Hello, my name is Cleo..."

"Okay, looks like it's about time!"

The special clock floated upon the residual dimensional energies in the air and dissolved, and rings of gold, purple and green floated around Cleo's hand. Grinning, Gem took it, and in a flash of light…

She

Woke

Up.

#limited life fanfic #pearlescentmoon #zombiecleo #ldshadowlady #geminitay #watcher pearl #lore from martyn of the listeners helping former players escape #so this is my take on how they got there #I might write a silly sequel with gem talking to lizzie about it on empires and realising that not everyone remembers their other lives

[quietwingsinthesky]

Sending hugs always!

Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm. Samwena!

Please and thank you!

prefacing this with the fact that i am so enamored with the concept of stanford era!sam/rowena. he deserves to get a little corrupted by her <3 anyway, I hope this is a fun read :)

There’s a baby hunter on her trail.

Of course she knows from the moment he picks up her scent. Hunters aren’t subtle men. She wonders if he ever figured out that she wasn’t there to talk to him on the edges of crime scenes purely by curious coincidence. She’s sure his suspicious hackles got raised, if not the second or third time, than the fourth, when Rowena got there before he did (and about three hours after she’d left the place to begin with, an unpaid debt reclaimed in a bloody but spectacular fashion.)

It’s not like she was trying very hard to hide. Rowena wants badly to be found by this one. She can’t resist overly baiting the trap.

When Sam follows her home, gun-toting and full of righteous anger, she’s ready for him. She’s well-dressed for the occasion, after noting exactly where his eyes lingered during their hushed chats speculating about the nature of the crimes he wouldn’t let slip he thought were more unnatural than they seemed and she teased with details only she could know about from committing them. When Sam sees her, his eyes dip first to the deep cut of her dress, and after a few seconds where his lips part and the tips of his ears go pink, he points his gun right there, aiming for her heart.

“Samuel,” she says. Part of her can’t help preening with pride for how easily he found her, even if she was helping. She’d thought it might take another week at least, but he’s gone beyond all expectation. “Why don’t you sit next to me?” She pats the empty space on the couch beside her, which, while enough to fit him, won’t give him any space to himself, just how she wants him. She drags her eyes over him approvingly. Why shouldn’t she have such easy access to him?

Sam doesn’t budge. Stubborn boy that he is. He is incandescent with rage that won’t do him a lick of good should Rowena simply wave her hand. A knife brought to a gun fight is still more effective than a gun to a witch fight.

“I’m going to stop you before you hurt anyone else,” Sam says. There’s the hunter in him, bullheaded to the end. Rowena feels her mouth pinch, her eyes narrow, and the most satisfying thing in the world is seeing Sam’s expression twitch, like her disapproval means something to him and he doesn’t want to let it show.

“I’m already finished. Be a dear, and put the gun down.” Sam ignores her request. She expected nothing else. She smiles. “Come tell me about these visions you’ve been having.” Sam stiffens from head to toe.

“I don’t have-” Rowena places a finger against her lips, and Sam goes quiet. No magic required, just a little suggestion.

“You wouldn’t have lived past my threshold if I didn’t find you fascinating, Sam Winchester,” she tells him. “Now, come sit. Tell me everything. Or are you really going to turn down an experienced witch helping you understand what you see? Are you willing to bet lives on it?” Sam swallows. She’s caught him, and her reward is going to be the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted. Once she softens him up a little, that is.

Sam shuffles forward, gun lowering. When he sits beside her, she gives him one more appreciative look-over.

Oh, she just has to keep him.

“Good boy,” she says. “Now, your visions.”

#ask #fanfiction #samwena #sam winchester #rowena macleod #as always and forevrr i always feel like i cant get rowena’s voice quite right T-T #but i try and thats what matters #anyway. sugar baby!sammy/witchy mentor!rowena so real to me #this also feels like. a little bit vaguely surrounding the prompt word rather than directly inspired by it? #if that makes sense #its the vibes. the vibes are there.

[msmischief101]

♝Pairing: Stisaac ♝Warnings | Tags: Slice of life, engaged!Stisaac, Polish Stiles Stilinski ♝Words: 884 ♝ Prompt: In bed at 2 am, blissfully drowsy + "Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That's still up to debate (for anon) ♝ Mini Fic Roulette: 27/∞ 

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“There is not a single bone in my entire body that does not hurt,” Isaac announces, collapsing onto the bed and half on top of Stiles. Of course, he does not move. 

Stiles swats Isaac’s wet curls away. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

Muttering something under his breath, Isaac pokes his side. “I’m not dramatic.”

Pressing this is pointless, but that doesn’t change the fact that Stiles is right. His dear fiancé keeps making a mountain out of a molehill. To be fair, Isaac has been against their walk through the forest from the very beginning. Considering their history, he can’t even blame him for being hesitant. Still, they aren’t anywhere near Beacon Hills. In fact, they aren’t even in the States. They’re in Łódź, currently living in his grandparents’ guest room while Stiles is showing Isaac where his mum grew up and where he spent a significant amount of his childhood — meaning Stiles has wasted hours and hours in Łagiewnicki Forest with his cousins, playing hide and seek in and around the chapels, making fun of people believing the well's water in there is miraculous — today, he’d bet his ass it’s cursed — or spending his days swimming and playing at Arturówek lake with his mother’s side of the family. 

This place is like a home to him. He could find his way around the forest in the middle of the darkest of nights. So, when his babcia brought it up during dinner, Stiles wanted Isaac to see the chapels. Nobody ever told him that people are doing sketchy shit out there after dark. 

People being a coven of witches. 

A quite unfriendly coven of witches to be exact. 

Stiles closes his eyes, playing with his engagement ring. “You love me.”

Huffing out a breath, Isaac hides his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck. “Do I love you? Yes.” His smile presses against Stiles’ skin, making him shudder in the most delicious way. “Do I like you?” Isaac makes a contemplative sound. “That’s still up to debate.”

This time, Stiles pokes him hard enough he rolled off him with a groan. “You’re mean.” 

“Well,” Isaac says, dragging Stiles closer to him with a quiet laugh, “I should be allowed to be mean if you keep going out looking for trouble.”

Stiles wraps his arm around Isaac’s chest. “I don’t go looking for trouble,” he mutters, closing his eyes again, “trouble usually finds me.” 

“Okay, Harry Potter.”

Chuckling, Stiles flicks his fingers and plunges the room into almost complete darkness. The only light comes from the moon. It’s weirdly comforting. 

“Show off.”

Stiles grins, kissing Isaac’s jaw. “You love it.” 

“You know what I’d love more?” Isaac runs his fingers over Stiles’ back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Unsurprisingly, he does not wait for a reply. “That the next time you hear ominous chanting in the middle of a forest you remember that the appropriate response is to run.” 

“They could have been nice!”

“Oh, please.” Isaac sighs, poking Stiles’ side insistently, “when are they ever nice?”

Stiles grimaces. Honestly, that’s a very fair point. The supernatural creatures or those with some type of superhuman abilities they come across are usually rather unfriendly. Which is extremely rude. They’re nice. Well, most of the time. 

They certainly don’t try to kill everyone who says hello. 

“Let’s not tell my grandparents there were witches six miles from their house.” Stiles brushes his fingers along Isaac’s side. “They’re still working through their grandson-in-law being a werewolf.” 

“I still can’t believe you told them.” Isaac sounds almost half asleep. Not surprising. They’ve been on their feet for almost twenty hours; with traveling, dinner with his grandparents, and taking the stroll through Łagiewnicki Forest — including the accidental incident with the witches. 

Stiles reaches for the blanket, dragging it over the two of them. “Well, I didn’t wanna lie to them for the rest of our lives.” 

Humming, Isaac curls his arm tighter around him. “I like the sound of that.” 

“Do you like me too?” 

“My answer heavily relies on how much sleep you let me get tonight.” Well, that certainly sounds like a big fat accusation. Granted, it’s fair. However, it isn’t Stiles’ fault that Isaac is such a light sleeper and wakes up the second Stiles even considers getting up because he can’t fall asleep — and he also doesn’t force him to stay up with him either. It’s one of Isaac’s most endearing qualities.

All of that just proves that Isaac is way too nice to him. Well, aside from the rather unfair approach of deciding how much he likes him in the morning. But Stiles decides that he’s not going to argue that. Instead, he kisses Isaac’s shoulder and settles against him. Tomorrow is going to be a long day as well. His poor fiancé — Stiles fidgets with the ring around his finger again, still awfully giddy even thinking about their engagement — is about to meet the rest of his family. Luckily, his cousins are all fluent in English, so Stiles doesn’t need to translate too much. But his cousins’ children are a handful, and knowing them, they are going to adore Isaac. 

“I love you,” Stiles whispers, closing his eyes.

Isaac hugs him tighter to him for a couple of seconds. “I love you too.” 

#stisaac #isaac lahey #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #stiles x isaac #isaac x stiles #minificroulette #*tv:teen wolf #*w:complete #*s:stisaac

[the-sharlyan-song]

"Are you certain" It was late in the evening when she arrived at the door, she looked as if she had cried for hours and even more as she stood holding the keys to the cottage that had been her home for cycles now, out towards him.

"Yes, you are the next caretaker." The transition had been coming for weeks now and finally Vi was ready to move on. She had done all the rituals in Doshaine's letter and she had made her peace with the spirits that rested within those walls. It was one of the hardest things she had ever done but it felt right in her heart. It was time.

"Where are you going to stay Vi? Have you told them yet?" He looked down upon her with concern in his eyes, he had never seen her cry it was a rather beautiful thing, not that he would dare tell her that.

"The Path and no, not quite. They are staying at Cenodocia's while she is in Ishgard on business. I will not just move in with out speaking to her directly and I dare not take them to Jienuex Manor, there is nothing there but death. The Path is a good sound building with plenty of rooms in the back. I can decorate one for myself and I will be okay. There is work to be done there anyways." What she did not tell Dimitri was she would likely just rest in the greenhouse as it felt as close to nature as she could get living in a more civilized area.

"What about this place." He motioned, stepping to the side and waving his hand at the place "This is perfect for someone just starting their life in Eorzea, which after five cycles you are Vi"

Into the room she cautiously walked, but only made it part way. She could feel Saphelle in every ilm of it and she started to walk backwards to the door "No I would like to sell it once you have relocated it. I can feel Mother's aether here and I do not welcome the thought of her haunting me." Again she did not tell him everything it was better that way. The body they buried while it was their Mother's had been vacant of her soul. She had been torn open by a Dragon during the war and her body claimed by a voidsent as a vessel. There was no kind way to tell him that and likely she never would.

"No we both need a new beginning. You need to vanish so they cannot find records of you and I need to stop hiding from the Star. Your work will benefit from access to the cottage and I can put my work in motion. I have left you a letter on the table at the cottage with the full explanation of what you watch over. It is one of three reliquaries that belong to our House. You spent Moon's devouted to Occult Studies you are the best choice, even though you dislike Witches" Vi flashed her Brother a toothy grin then.

Dimitri did not smile in return, in fact his brows furrowed and he let out a long side. "I am not comfortable with you staying in that building Vi. Reconsider please?"

There was another shake of her head and she reached for his hand, pressing the key into his palm. "I spend most of my Nights with Clement, Kovalt often works overnight. I leave in the morning after he comes home, sometimes I will stay if they both have the day off. It will be fine, and so will I. It has to happen this way Dimitri." She was adamant about it and the look in her eyes told the Sharlayan that to her this was Nymeia's path for them. It had to be followed to the letter.

"Very well, I still feel I got the better end of this bargain. It is a very welcome thing really. It gives me a place to lay low while I appeal to the officials of Gridania to allow me to become a Citizen. I had hoped my work for the Adders would have helped my plea but the last three have been declined. I do not doubt it is because I am a Duskwight. I doubt the Elder Seed-Seer has anything to do with my rejection letters as is written in them." finally he gave in and accepted the key. It was the one way he could ensure he could stay here with Laurent, disappearing into the deep woods and not looking back.

"You are a Jienuex." Vi replied sternly "You carry your birth name. If Gridania refuses you again, seek the clerk in Ishgard. Yes, it will mean accepting your title and being on public record there as a Noble, but it also makes you a Citizen born in Ishgard. Your adopted Father cannot try to have you brought back to Sharlayan with that at your back. There are ways to keep you here with him." She gave her Brother a knowing look "But you may need to compromise to achieve it."

Dimitri knew she was right and he greatly disliked the fact that she was. He would do anything to not leave Laurent behind, including what he was about to do by fleeing to the cottage to find freedom and he found his head nodding. "I will let you know if my appeal is denied again. Then I will do as you ask, but you will tell them you are staying at the Path and soon. They do not know what happened there and neither do you." His eyebrow raised and he returned the knowing look for he did remember all those walls hid.

"Fine" Vi said through gritted teeth, he could even see her fangs and she jutted out a hand towards him to shake on their agreement. "I will tell them but if they try to change their lives because of me, Dimitri, I will find you and cut every last lock of hair from your head for forcing me to talk. I do not want them giving things up because of me, no one should." The look in her eyes said she was not joking and he took the warning to heart, before taking her tiny hand to shake, her words tearing at him.

"Vi" he started to say then shook his head, she was fiercely independent and there was no changing that until she was ready. "Is there a time I have to occupy the cottage by?" Another thing he disliked, admitting to anyone including her how well versed he was in ritual magic use.

"Yes, by twelve bells on the 21st day of this Moon you must have entered the space. Be timely about it. I do not wish it to be lost to us." Then the conversation was over, she let go of his hand and stepped back to regard him for a long moment.

"The next time I see you, things will be much different for us both. Good Evening Brother, Spinner guide you." And before he could even speak she turned, started to walk away then vanished like a ghost before reaching the private aertheryte.

"Well fuck." Dimitri said after she vanished and the whistled for Kit, his fox. "Time to pack Kit! We have a bit of a walk ahead of us."

#my writing #my ocs #dimitri stories #vi stories #the cottage #new beginnings

[lostheathseeker]

Latawce

Slavic demons of weather/wind/clouds, have you ever heard of them? Well you are missing out on something!

Latawiec (singular form)/Latawce (plural form) are powerful demons of weather. Now, since Slavic mythology is so scarce most of information is also gone and only in some parts of Slavic villages some stories have survived. Most people believe that latawce usually abuse humans, and are nothing pleasant to encounter. This is of course believable since back then bad weather, lack of rains or hail could destroy houses and fields and everything a person would own. Bad weather would mostly mean death. However, there are rumors latawce could also help and mostly Witches could create fruitful relationships with those spirits.  Latawce are said to mostly look human-alike. Some say they look like smaller humans, dressed black and having crow’s wings. Some say that Latawce have unproportionally big hands and are usually pale. Sometimes such demon would take a form of a bird, bat, crow, owl or even an animal like a dog or goat (with ability to fly). Some of people claim to see a Latawiec as a bird with a skull instead of head.  There are claims that during weather catastrophes people would observe Latawce in the sky. Sometimes Latawce would come to people and would test their kindness. If kindness was not shown, Latawce were sure to hurt the person. 

As a Witch that tries to work with my slavic roots, I of course honor Latawce. Latawce like Witches but even a Witch can disrespect them. I ask them to bring rain or to delay it, to bring storm or to spare me of it. 

“Latawce, take clouds far away to the mountains take thunder, and hail, and rain whatever nature needs, shall be received but for now I beg you just wait” This is the spell I usually say when I am somewhere outside, and it starts to show the signs of storm. I say it to delay the outcome, just so I have time to find a place to hide. In my experience rain gets delayed even by few hours. Of course, a non-believer could say I have been having lots of luck. A person like me would smile towards the sky. After every help I leave an offering for these beings.

Credits: I dont own the photo. Photo comes from website “gm word of the week”

#witchcraft #witchy #mythology #slavic mythology #demons

[astraea802]

IFD 2023 - Crossover and Fusion Fic Recs

Look. It would be tacky to recommend my own crossover fic. So I'm not gonna do that. But here are some current faves in that arena, from multiple fandoms (all of these are from AO3, though if I had time I would dig for some old FF.Net ones)

The End of Magic (Avalon High/BBC Merlin) Where Allie is the Lady of the Lake as she was in the book, while Miles is still Merlin and still in love with said Lady of the Lake. Ending’s a bit sad, but there are so few Avalon High fics, let alone Merlin crossovers, so I had to rep.

every breath, every hour has come to this (Avalon High/BBC Merlin) Merlin never reincarnated in Miles, but Arthur reincarnated into Allie. Merlin finally finds Arthur after all this time, and gets a bit of a shock. Merthur.

if you ever did believe (Ted Lasso/Practical Magic fusion) Rebecca is a witch cursed to either die of a broken heart or become consumed with bitterness. After Rupert betrays her, she's leaning towards bitterness... but a spell cast in her youth may come back to change all that. Lots of interesting departures from the Practical Magic plot specifics while still capturing the magical feel. Also, even funnier since Hannah Waddingham has played a witch more than once. Also Ted/Rebecca centric, which is just adorable.

The Schneiders of Stars Hollow (Marvelous Mrs. Maisel/Gilmore Girls) "Jess is tasked with taking a delivery order to 36 Maple, where a nice old couple from New York spend a few months out of the year. It turns out that the Schneiders are...not quite who Jess thinks they are." (Or: Lenny Bruce marries Midge instead of dying of an overdose in the 60s. Marital bliss and a name change ensues). I just love this idea so much. I'm not even much of a Midge/Lenny shipper, but the idea of them as an old couple wintering in Stars Hollow and snarking at the goings-on is just too good. Also highly recommend checking out the author's tumblr ( @wonderlandleighleigh) , she sometimes posts drabble fics in this universe and they are, in a word, marvelous!

Bright (Agents of Shield/Stardust fusion) Fitzsimmons as Yvaine and Tristan respectively are so cute, while also flipping gender roles for fun. I'm just happy to see the Stardust film referenced, even if it has to be in the form of fusions like this. Also features Steggy as Jemma's parents, which *yes*.

Harry Potter: The Legends Reborn (Harry Potter/BBC Merlin) What if Harry and Draco were the reincarnations of Merlin and Arthur? How do sworn enemies reconcile with their pasts as close friends? How does Harry reconcile his incredible abilities as Merlin while trying to hide out as a typical (if famous) Hogwarts student? Features some surprising reincarnations and fascinating character parallels. Only drawback is the author is more familiar with the movies than the books in a few places, but overall good stuff. (note: platonic Merthur/Drarry, not shipping)

Guardian Tadashi AU (Lighting Candles and A Friend in the Dark) (Rise of the Guardians/Big Hero 6) Gets a little angsty at times, what with Tadashi dealing with existential crisis after existential crisis now that he's a magical spirit whose brother can't see him, but overall hopeful and beautiful. Really fleshes out Tadashi as his own chaarcter beyond the saintly older brother, and the banter and imagery are pretty amazing.

Don't be shocked when your hist'ry book mentions me (Sleepy Hollow(TV)/Hamilton) Alexander Hamilton wakes up in modern day Sleepy Hollow. Ichabod and Abbie are there to help.

In a pub, briefly (Outlander/Captain America MCU) I just love the idea of Peggy Carter and Claire as friends during World War II. Sue me.

Henry Tilney and Mr. Norrell (Northanger Abbey/Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell) Henry Tilney is the second magician in England, but his magics are more based in his mothers homemaking spells than anything big and flashy, so it's lovingly feminist in its way. Also, Catherine is just so into it.I really wish the author had gone a bit farther with this one, but what's there is quite lovely.

My Heart Don't Wish to Roam> (Captain America/Merlin/Doctor Who) This series of Steggy AU one-shots includes a couple of different fusion ideas, which I enjoy.

#ifd2023 #international fanworks day #surprisingly not a lot of merlin fics #ah well

[goji-pilled]

MK-S: Not a Dark Souls update.

One time, Klarissa’s multiverse travel had her land in a dimension she can only describe as “hellish”. The witch system was in place with a few minor differences from home:

Wishes could not be nearly as powerful or reality changing.

Domestication isn’t possible in this reality.

For the girls who know they’ll become witches in this reality, they view the previous difference as, potentially, the best part of the whole deal.

The world is roamed by man-eating creatures, things that can hide in the streets, in the clouds, on the sides of buildings: Cars vanish without a trace, only for scraps of metal and bone to be found nearby. Acidic rain happens at random times in isolated places…only for the doomed to realize that it’s not rain…it’s drool. And people are plucked from office cubicles, screaming as they are quickly pulled through a freshly broken window, in the same way that one might pluck a desired flavor from a bag of candy. And these creatures are wholly unrelated to Incubators, magical girls, or witches.

These things can’t be wished away and the dead can’t be revived so common wishes, that get accepted, are along the lines of “keep my family safe in our home”, “don’t let it be my dad who is the one eaten at work today”, or “give me the power to fight these monsters as best as I can”. To add extra salt on the wound, the incubators energy gains from what they do get, wouldn’t be worth the energy for more than a one way trip to Earth; the only reason they bothered at all was because this breed of incubator pitied mankind. Most of their main sales pitch for becoming a witch is summed up in this idea:

Save who you can, then save yourself through becoming a witch.

Klarissa was stuck in this dimension for about two and a half days. Phil was nonresponsive during this time for some reason. She saw many people come to brutal ends, and dueled some beast to a standstill while in her witch form, before the creature decided she wasn’t worth the haste and left…but not before it sucked a hiding civilian into its mouth leaping away as the screams started and ceased in almost the same moment. Other things she saw…she thinks even her mother Oktavia would be disturbed at the sight.

The first action of Phil when he started doing anything again was some of the loudest screaming Klarissa has ever heard come out of her hat, and she found herself in the bubble-like sphere that Phil surrounds her in during dimensional travel. When it faded, she was back home…sort of: she was in her home dimension, but she’d been dropped off in the city park under a tree.

When Klarissa arrived home to the Kanames’ house, she was immediately embraced by Madoka and Homura for worrying them. Madoka went to call Oktavia, and Homura went to compare wrist watches with Klarissa. (As a precaution of space-time shenanigans, Klarissa is required to wear a digital wristwatch with the date as part of it when multiverse traveling. This is then meant to be compared to an identical wristwatch Homura has, to see if there was any time speed up/down for Klarissa. A requirement for Klarissa to be allowed to do these multiverse travels, and she accepted as it’s one of the very few requirements they ask for for this.) The watches show only an 11 hour and 37 minute difference, with Klarissa being the one who spent less time away from home, than her home had spent with her absent. This is unusually long, as the difference is usually just two or three hours in either direction, if there was a difference at all. When Oktavia shows up, she’s fully ready to chew Klarissa out as she was not to be gone on such a trip for more than a day at most, especially not without their permission…but Madoka halts her rage and shows her that Klarissa seems to have been disturbed. When asked what she saw, she doesn’t want to go into it. All she wants is tight hugs, and to know her grandma will be safe at work. Hugs are given and Juno is given a call. Klarissa puts a pause on her extradimentional traveling for a while, ranging from at least several weeks to no more than one year (depending on reader interpretation of her character). When Phil is questioned about what happened, something big comes out of her hat. It could best be compared in shape to a leafless tree, though one made of bone or perhaps some form of chitinous exoskeleton. There were also several human-like eyes on this thing, and two long vertical mouths composed of several rows of teeth: in one the teeth were all human, the other a seemingly random mixture of teeth from random animals, not even all pointed ones. Klarissa has no idea what this is supposed to mean, nor what the liquid Void substance on it is. As per section 7 subsection 3 of the Homura and Mami multiverse and Phil precautionary act, this organic object was incinerated with prejudice.

MK-S: So, you may be wondering why Phil dropped Klarissa off in a place that would disturb her, and push her witch form combat to its limits. Was it some sort of lesson he wanted to teach his Lady? Could he have been trying to again hammer in the notion that in the multiverse, don’t bother trying to save anyone/everyone? Well, no. There’s two answers to the question, one meta (my reason for writing it), and then Phil’s reason.

My meta reason was that I needed some sort of disturbing place that was out of character for Phil to leave Klarissa (as a plot device for the upcoming reason), but it kinda escalated into a mini-story from there.

Phil’s reason for dropping Klarissa off there and then basically ghosting her is simple: He didn’t. Or rather, phrasing it like that wouldn’t be entirely accurate. He didn’t so much “drop Klarissa off” in that dimension, as much as he just “dropped Klarissa” in that dimension. Phil was jumped by a pack of primordial entities from before time, while he was transporting Klarissa. Imagine being suddenly attacked by a pack of wolves, and then dropping whatever it was you were carrying. Not sure if Phil would be akin to a human, another (lone) wolf, or a giant octopus in this metaphor though…and the combat/disassembly/assimilation…you know, the metaphor breaks down in ways beyond concepts we have words for, and into things we should NEVER have words for, so I’ll just recap: Phil got jumped by other Eldritch abominations, dropped Klarissa in a traumatizing nightmare realm (dimensional travel is strange, and the notion of “over there are the bad dimensions, but everything close to home is fine” doesn’t really apply), spent 2 and a 1/2 to 3 days fighting them (give or take a few eternities, combat outside of Time and space makes those measurements complicated), brought Lady Klarissa home and went “close enough” dropping her off in the park. Heck, he’s later impressed he dropped her off on the right continent, given how exhausted he was. He’s also quite content with Klarissa’s temporary hold on multiverse travel, as he needs time to mend his wounds…but not as much time as he needs in order to purge such entities that would dare attack him again. So he’ll be keeping himself busy for the weeks, months, or year (singular) it takes for Klarissa to mentally recover. Besides, time at home is good for her.

Hope this was a fun read!

Wow another one that is incredibly disturbing! How nice!

#felix answers #io3

[followerex]

cookies and trauma. i should probably post the sheet for this character sometime.

-

Shadow Milk Cookie was rather curious about what had just happened. He had just finished up his date, when he happened to notice something odd in the forests around the Fairy Kingdom.

Strange machines - odd angular devices glowing with a strange green liquid - were following him and…just watching. Not doing anything else, just watching.

While he always liked an audience, the idea of these things spying on him - during his date - was not welcome. So, he began looking into them. Which led to this.

One of the odd devices was floating before him, projecting an odd panel from a sphere on its front. Said panel had words written on it in a much lighter green than the rest of the panel. What the words said was just as interesting as the machine.

Please come to the Simmering Swamps. I want to talk. (APPRECIATE THE CALMNESS OF THIS MESSAGE). - Withered Oil Cookie.

For a moment, he wasn’t sure who this was - and then, it clicked in his head.

Oh, Gleaming Oil Cookie! …or, well, Withered Oil Cookie.

Actually, now that he thought about it…after he and the other Beasts turned on the Witches, he never saw her again. He thought that she had just gone into hiding, or maybe died in what happened…

But it seems she had changed too. And she wanted to see him.

…he was pretty sure there weren’t any swamps on this continent though.

-

Turns out, there was a swamp on this continent! It was where the Ravenous Forest used to be. (Which was probably one of the other’s fault. Or his. Either or.)

The massive, wide-ranging woodland was now almost entirely a swamp. The air was muggy and hot, pushing down on everything around it. The mangrove trees scattered throughout the marsh seemed ill, yet also clearly still alive and thriving, some of them dripping with a neon green…sap? Whatever it was, there were pools of it scattered around, contrasting drastically with the foggy water of the rest of the swamp.

…also, it had been an hour and Shadow Milk still hadn’t found where Withered Oil Cookie was, so that was frustrating.

Eventually, however, he saw something new - a green ball of light had just shot up into the sky, which was very likely to be her.

The green ball expanded out into a full message. I’M OVER HERE, CURDLE!

…yeah, it was definitely Oil. She was the only one that called him that. Many times over.

Shadow Milk lifted into the air and zoomed through the forest, soon arriving in a clearing; there was a large puddle of the strange substance off to the side, and standing right before him was Withered Oil Cookie.

She looked very different from what he remembered. Back before…everything that happened, she had her hair tied back behind her head in a ponytail. She wore a visor over her eyes while she was brewing potions (and when she wasn’t), and a green robe with darker green accents. She constantly had a bag filled with potions hanging from her side.

Now? Her hair hung down over most of her face, covering her eyes. She was wearing a metallic jumpsuit with various green tubes across it, bubbling with that same odd sap. Black ‘rubber’ was at each of her joints, and on her right arm was a much larger gauntlet that seemed to be loaded with more capsules of that sap…and that was clearly a cannon embedded in the palm.

She smiled at him, her extremely wide grin twitching. “Curdle! It’s so good to see you again! I wasn’t sure if I would after the witches sealed you away for so long I couldn’t keep track of it and was constantly wondering if you would ever be freed.” Her right eye twitched. (which was pretty concerning.)

“It’s good to see you too, Oil. What’ve you been up to since-”

“Oh well Curdle I’ve been building a lot of stuff like my super observer bots the ones that sent you a message to meet here a super awesome under-swamp base where I can see everything from there’s also this cool jumpsuit that I loaded with weapons and powered with eternal oil that’s the green stuff i also made a bunch of defense systems to protect me a really big super mecha so i can finally be big like you a therapy machine that really didn’t work and i didn’t want to mention that last one aaaaa-”

Right. That was definitely concerning. Especially since her expression shifted several times in that whole…ramble. And she was constantly twitching. And also the mention of a therapy machine.

“Oil…what did you need a therapy machine for.” Shadow Milk said, (comparatively) stern.

“Nothing important! I just need to not think about it at all and focus on everything else, building stuff, my crippling loneliness, random balls of sugar fluff-”

“What happened to you?”

And it was that moment that Shadow Milk realized he asked the wrong question.

-

Why are they doing this? What did I do?

“If the Heroes turned on us, whose to say this one won’t as well?”

“It would be best if we disposed of them before they grow too strong.”

I’m scared…Shadow Milk, where are you?

“We could seal them away now…but then they could break free later…”

“Perhaps we could simply crumble them? It would save time.”

I don’t understand…

“I have a suggestion, my creators. All I need is access to the Oven.”

“You wish to rebake this one, Blinding Syrup Cookie? It is not a bad idea…”

What are they talking about?

“Not quite, my creators. All I truly need is the heat.”

“...very well, Blinding Syrup Cookie. You may.”

…What’s he doing? Stay back!

“And thus, the flames of perdition ignite. They grant my chains their searing grip, so I may enact the Witches' will.”

“You shall never turn against the divine, like your monstrous ‘heroes’.”

…

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-

Shadow Milk Cookie had no idea what happened, only that he really messed up. One moment, he was asking a very loaded question (he realizes that now), the next, Withered Oil’s eyes just completely blanked out before she fell to the ground, writhing in utter madness. And her screams…

He had heard a lot of screams over the years, but that scream?

It was different.

It was wrong.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he moved. He dove for Withered Oil Cookie and grabbed her smaller arm, even as she lashed out with her gauntlet upon contact. It didn’t hurt that much, and slowly but surely, Oil came back to her senses.

She stared at Shadow Milk Cookie in silence for a moment, before she lunged and-

Hugged him. (he did not expect that.)

She whispered something under her breath. “Please don’t leave me again.”

“I…I don’t want to be alone…”

…eventually, Shadow Milk returned the hug.

-

I’m concerned i wrote Shadow Milk out of character.

Also, if you see any shipping in this…DON’T.

There is no shipping here. Only sibling relationship. Shadow Milk is the elder brother theater gremlin and Withered Oil is the younger sister throws-stuff-in-a-pot-and-weaponizes-it gremlin.

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc

[maguro13-2]

Legacy of Shinra ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 1 Finale [1/3]

[Aboard the Halberd]

[Mystery of the Meteorite - Fumie Kumatani]

Meta Knight : So, it's clearly about the 18 year incident, and it's wisely that female Phanto is somehow related to that Maka Kid. I've heard about this, around 18 years ago, a woman named Mrs. Albarn, known as Maka's Mother, was captured by Phanto, the Mask Enemy, who is one of the brethren of a race of soul-eating beings called the Phantonians. They steal a victim's soul and devours it for their use of energy, or even turned their victims into an evil phantom by attaching or possessing it's host. They've been the enemies of the original heroes of Subcon before Mario came to that world on that night, during his nighttime hours. We found that why does not know why this mother of a meister have disappeared for around 18 years, so it's gonna be about around 19 or 20 years, Phanto and his goons will return from the sanctuary.

Ashley : So what you're saying that Maka's mother had been in that "Sanctuary" for so long.

Meta Knight : Yes, but not as long es ever. But when Phanto captured Mrs.Albarn before the baby shower, the child was born in the Sanctuary. And that child is Maka Albarn herself. Around three years in her past, Maka and her mother secretly slipped out of the Sanctuary and read the same the book about the person responsible for the creation of Soul World.

Penny Crygor : The person responsible for the creation of Soul World? You mean that Devil person?

Meta Knight : Only the man responsible for Soul World's creation was none other than the Devil himself and the one created this Shinigami entity. His name was Shinra...Shinra Kusakabe, the man of the Kusakabe Legacy.

Ashley & Penny : [realizing, together] Shinra Kusakabe!

Ashley : That's the Devil Chaos Chao that we met in Chao World. It was his idea to create the world of Soul Eater! All those lies were really deeply connected to the DWMA itself! He was once the hero and leader of an Organization that existed in his "newly" made world about 1000 years before the incident happened in Soul World!

Penny Crygor : Unbelievable! So that's what Soul Eater is really about, not just the legacy, but it's universe as well, so both Shinra and the world of Soul Eater is connected somehow because he remodeled the old one that was dying into a vibe of despair due to the powers of an "evil entity".

Ashley : Intriguingly that we must know that the tracks are coming in hot and the pieces are coming into together. There's a chance we might get to know that Demon Weapons aren't the type of Power System that we thought.

Kimial Diehl : Persistent how you manage to collect the pieces, but I do believe that the Demon Weapons weren't created by the witches or Arachne, but a "Dokeshi" that is responsible for their creation of the weapons he made, or should I say "Shinigami" himself.

Penny Crygor : Hey, Ash. You got a visitor that was aboard the ship.

Ashley : K-Kimial! When...When did you get aboard on the ship?

Kimial Diehl : ....

Ashley : Well....?

Kimial Diehl : Jacqueline finally knew that I was a witch, I was going to tell you about the Valk Family. I had to make some change of plans to protect the Valk, but I was gonna tell Sofia Ressa Valk II that I needed her to buy some time in order to make her "Doppelganger" to be used as a distraction for the enemy, "The true enemy". I hope Sofia will be okay for hiding in Paris. She's under protection of the Majo Detective Force organization and we can't let Shinra's "Son" happened that Shinra was behind all of this! His "Son" brought the outcome to bring Madness to everything around the planet, which turns out nothing but a "Thing" In the bible! What on earth were Japanese authors thinking of using religious stuff from the catholics? I'm a witch serves and worship a king, not a god. Cause why demons want to be a God? And I understand the question that the horned god witches worship is a Demon King that is the devil! Now I know who really created the world of Soul Eater, It was all part of a great big lie! There was no Kishin in Nevada, nor in the real world. It was a bunch of Ancient Greek Spirits called Maniae, they were the one's responsible for bringing the so-called madness and our author was so arrogant he did that for himself!

Ashley : No wonder the reason Shounen mangas like your world would all keep that in favor since the world and life of Shinra was foreshadowed to become a prequel of how her world was created.

Kimial Diehl : But in this case, Shinra himself wanted to become god and would eventually reset not the Ohkuboverse, but his entire world that was fallen in danger due to the hands of the evil entity which was his "Aunt". Because there is some connection with the Greek Gods and the Ohkubo verse.

Meta Knight : ....

Kimial Diehl : But when Shinra manages to find out the situation of his dying world, he finally saw the truce face of the Evangelist, revealing to be a heartless-like cosmic entity trying to consume the planet, causing him to create the world of Soul Eater!

Ashley : Probably the same thing that all of people's hearts have been turning to darkness this even often. Simple as that, Maka and Death's hatred against the humans and witches has been fueling darkness this entire time. Square Enix must've been playing god or whoever is responsible for the outcome, must've been Death himself.

Kimial Diehl : Oh well, it's nothing personal that my friends to thinking that Grimoire was a doppelganger, but it's true. Doppelgangers are always ment to fool everyone including their selves. It's a goddamn disgrace!

Ashley : I totally understand how the world of Soul Eater's gonna be now?

Kimial Diehl : I'm not sure. But eventually, the world of Soul Eater would eventually ends in darkness and it will be come--

[BOOM!]

[SA2 SFX : Alarm Blaring]

Voice : EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! AN UNKNOWN LIFE FORM HAS ABOARD ONTO THE HALBERD! ALL SOLDIERS NEAR THE DECK, PLEASE REPEL FOR ANY INTRUDERS! I REPEAT! PLEASE REPEL FOR ANY INTRUDERS!

Kimial Diehl : What now?!

Ashley : Come on! To the area where Combo Cannon is! [the gang runs off to the deck]

~ Thirteenth Scene : Revenge of the Beast ~

#super mario bros #super smash bros #kirby #warioware #soul eater #bendy and the ink machine #ashley warioware #penny crygor #meta knight #kimial diehl #crossover #nintendo #hal laboratory #square enix #adventure #action #drama #dark comedy #mystery #horror #thriller #supernatural #dark fantasy #fantasy