#a gift from the propheseals
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Simon goes on a mission to contact the propheseals and try to get a prophecy about the war. Instead, they gift him with visions of Baz. Problem is: he doesn't know where Baz is or why he's having these visions about him.
Read “A gift from the propheseals” by @skeedelvee on AO3
I’m glad to collaborate with Skee for this fic by doing the art, I swear it is amazing , you have to read it. This is the art from chapter one. Chapter two is coming ;)
#skeedelvee#Snowbaz fic#fic rec#a gift from the propheseals#simon snow#snowbaz#baz pitch#fanart#letraspal#carry on#illustration#book characters#carry on fanart#skee#art
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A Gift From the Propheseals
Still had these guys in my brain, so I decided to make some art of one! I love how hypnotic he ended up being <3
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Prophesize Me
Summary: Everyone finds out you and Azriel are mates before the two of you do.
Author’s note: I really love this concept, and I hope you guys do too!! 💕
“I would ask you how my niece is doing, however I have an inkling that she’s doing quite well, and will be better soon.”
Rhysand hated whenever Helion got like this. With all of Helion’s knowledge, occasionally he would like to speak in riddles. After receiving confused looks from Feyre and Rhys, Helion handed them a piece of paper, with the words,
“6 becomes 8,
Shadows dance in his wake,
Cobalt light, night skies,
Golden string ties”
Rhysand and Feyre look at each other, both looking incredibly confused, when Helion chirps in.
“My sister was loved by the Mother and the cauldron. When she had all 7 of her babes, the cauldron blessed each of them with a mate.”
Their eyes go wide, searching for you in the crowd of partygoers, and Feyre’s surprise makes her blurt out, “she has a mate?”
Helion chuckles. “Yes, she and her brothers all do. But none of them know who their mate is. Just that they have one somewhere. They were each blessed with a prophecy denoting the identity of their mate.”
He looks pointedly at the paper in Rhys’s hands.
“I started having suspicions when I visited you in Night a few weeks ago, so I went back and reviewed their prophecies and I think we can take an educated guess as to the subject of hers.”
All three of them look at you and Azriel, the two of you engrossed in conversation with one of your brothers.
“Six becomes eight. Azriel has two brothers, me and Cassian. She has six brothers already.” Rhys says, shock all over his face at knowing his brother, who deserves this so much, is going to get his mate. He’s almost vibrating with happiness.
“Do they know?” Feyre asks Helion.
“No,” Helion sighs, “The curse of the prophecy is that the subjects can’t know. If you talk to them about it, it’ll just sound like you’re speaking nonsense.”
“Could we tell Azriel?”
“My assumption would be if he were her mate, if you tried, it would just sound like nonsense. It could be a way to test the theory.”
Feyre and Rhysand couldn’t stop smiling at each other, speaking mind to mind.
“This is incredible. She’s wonderful, she’s adorable! We’ve known her for a while, we all like her, she’s already part of the family.”
“And we know her family! She’s related to Helion - whom we love dearly.”
“How the hell are we going to keep Azriel’s mate a secret from him?”
“How the hell are we going to keep Azriel’s mate a secret from Cassian?”
Cassian wasn’t a spymaster, but he always had a sixth sense when it came to knowing things about his friends. One look at Feyre and Rhys and he’ll know that they know something.
“Do you know what the golden string ties?” Helion asks, genuine curiosity on his face.
Feyre and Rhys look at each other, trying to recall a golden string. Feyre’s eyes go wide as she remembers, “I saw a box In her room a few days before solstice with a gold ribbon around it, but I never saw it in the pile of gifts.”
Rhys turns to her, “I saw Azriel carrying a tiny box with gold string around it a week ago. He wouldn’t tell me anything,” Rhys thinks for a moment, “and I don’t recall seeing them exchange gifts.”
Helion is interested in this - you confided in your uncle about most things, but your love life was not one of them. Helion loved gossip, but when it came to you, it wasn’t just fun gossip. It was your life.
“Solstice was just yesterday - if the prophecy is directly mentioning something that happened on Solstice, then if they are mates, the bond should snap any day now.”
The three of them continue watching you, Azriel, and one of your brothers converse, when Azriel says something that makes you and your brother howl with laughter.
“It can be hard knowing how things will turn out - prophecies are a deep interest of mine,” Helion says, watching you with a smile on his face, “it’s nice that this one will have a happy ending.”
-
Feyre and Rhysand kept the secret from Cassian for twelve hours, a brand new record for them. They were all standing in the kitchen of the house of wind, telling him what they knew. They weren’t too concerned with you and Azriel finding them because the two of you stayed behind in the day court for a few extra days.
When they told him, they honestly thought they had short-circuited him. He just kept going “her… and him… and her…” until eventually the biggest grin spread across his face and he lunged and pulled Feyre into a bone-crushing hug.
“I have to get the feelings out and she’s not here for me to do this to so I’m pretending you’re her!” He says, while spinning Feyre around while she giggles.
Once Cassian is done spinning, he sets Feyre down and looks at them and goes, “okay, so what do we do now? Any schemes?”
“Why are we scheming?” Feyre asks, a little wobbly from the spinning.
“Well we could lock them in a room together,” Rhys says, not answering his mate.
“We could send them on a dangerous mission together, and they’ll be so shaken by how close they come to death, BOOM, the bond snaps,” Cassian says animatedly.
Feyre looks at him, assessing him, “Cass, are you reading romance books?”
He stutters a little, “sometimes Nesta reads out loud so I can fall asleep more quickly.”
“Aww reading really is so boring to you it puts you to sleep,” Rhys coos, reaching over to pinch Cassian’s cheeks, “she reads you bedtime stories.”
“Anyway,” Cassian draws out, trying to draw attention back to the matter at hand, “what are we going to do about our little shadowsinger and our little princess of day?”
-
Cassian was asked to keep his mouth shut and tell no one. So naturally by the time the sun rose the next day, the entire inner circle knew, as did Cassian’s favorite barista and Rita.
“He’s going to be pissed you’re telling all of Velaris his private information, especially before he even knows it,” Rhys tells Cassian, in their war council like meeting.
“He won’t be pissed in the slightest - it’s going to snap any day and we won’t see them for months. Besides, he already struts around town with her, no one was going to be surprised at this,” Cassian says, and Feyre’s shocked his face doesn’t hurt from how hard he’s been smiling since he heard the news.
Cassian did have a point - tons of Velaris citizens had come up to Feyre to ask if the you and the spymaster were together, most feeling disappointed when she said no, none being brave enough to ask the shadowsinger himself.
Mor was buzzing with excitement, her guilt from leading Azriel on has dissipated since you entered their lives, but now even moreso that you’re his mate. She’s especially happy that that means you’ll likely become a more permanent resident in the night court. The inner circle adored you, but they were always afraid you’d eventually just go back to your home in the day court to be with your brothers and Helion.
“I mean, they’re still in day, so maybe the bond did snap, and we just won’t see them again until the spring!” Mor laughs, true excitement coming from her. “Is there a way to know about the bond long distance?”
“I like Cassian’s idea of sending them on a mission, send them to winter so they’ll have to snuggle for warmth,” Lucien, who happened to be one of your oldest friends, speaks up. Elain hits him on the chest, rolling her eyes at her mate.
“Oh oh oh,” Mor pipes in, “we get a male to hit on her, oooh that would really piss off Azriel.”
“He’s already going to be super territorial once the bond snaps, if that happens he genuinely might try to hide her away for years,” Rhys replies, knowing how territorial Azriel already was over you.
“What if we all just disappear for a few days? Leave the two of them here in the townhouse?” Elain says, and Lucien rubs her thigh.
The group considers it - most of them do have their own homes in the city, leaving you and Azriel mostly by yourselves in the townhouse, but the inner circle usually drops by throughout the day. Cassian alone probably comes by five times a day - even more when Nesta’s upset with him.
“None of us visit, and we can’t allow them to come visit us.” Feyre says.
“Just want to point out this was essentially the first idea I had of locking them in a room together,” Rhys grins.
The group continues arguing, with Elain’s idea being the frontrunner.
-
You and Azriel stayed in the day court for an extra night. You got incredibly drunk at the late solstice party with your family, and you also wanted to show Azriel around the day court palace.
You two spent most of the day in some of your favorite libraries - just the sight of one taking Azriel’s breath away. You two spent hours walking around the libraries, telling him about growing up here. You also showed him around the museums - noting to him one of the paintings that was donated by Feyre. You had joked that of course it featured Helion on his pegasus.
Now you were back in your private chambers, showing him your much less impressive personal library.
“Do you miss living here?” Azriel asks, the question on his mind since you all came to the party, after seeing how happy you were with your family.
“Mm, yes and no. I like spending a few weeks here out of the year, I love coming for holidays or just to visit, but it feels like a distant home, like I’m 9 years old,” you say, turning to face him, “I’ve traveled a good bit around Prythian, and honestly I never felt as at home as I do in Velaris.”
The confession hangs in the air. The unspoken words sitting on your tongue, not being brave enough to utter them - “I never felt at home until you.”
He can’t help the grin on his face as he says, “if I may, night court black suits you very well.”
Your cheeks flame as you reply, “it suits you very well, too.”
The two of you somehow closer than you were, only about a foot apart, when a knock shatters the moment. Azriel swears he hears a tiny groan from you as he steps away from you, looking over the shelves of your books, when one title catches his eye. As your attention is focused on the fae who came in to let you know that dinner is ready, he slips the book into his coat pocket.
-
The two of you had winnowed back to the townhouse, directly into your private chambers.
“Can I ask you about something?” Azriel looks at you, curiosity all over his face.
“Anything,” you reply, neither of you moving from the tight hold you had on each other while winnowing.
“Why do you own this?” As he says it, he pulls out a book that you received for Solstice from Amren, one you were especially trying to keep hidden, which is exactly why you brought it with you to leave in your library in the day court.
“Ilyrians: Pleasing a Partner with Wings?” He asks, reading the title. Your mouth is wide open, looking like a fish without water.
“There’s an inscription,” you reply, and Azriel can barely hear it. He’s a little concerned his teasing has gone too far, when he opens the inscription to find Amren’s handwriting.
“Sun Girl,
make a move on the shadowboy. Here’s a guide on how.
Lukewarm regards,
Amren”
Azriel was shocked that Amren would get involved in any of their love lives, much less yours. He didn’t even know if Amren liked you, as much as Amren can like anyone.
“Amren gave you a solstice gift?” Azriel asks. You nod, still hiding behind your hands in embarrassment.
“And she wants you to fuck me?”
You choke on air at his bluntness, “well - uh- I mean - yes but maybe like not in a casual way?”
He looks at you, taking in how clearly embarrassed you are at this gift, at his discovery of it.
“So not in a casual way?” He asks, loving how cute you are in this moment.
You look at your hands, you look around your room, for anything, really, when you say, “not um in a casual way, yes.”
“So you would fuck me in a non-casual way?” He asks, clearly enjoying watching you squirm through this conversation.
You pause, and Azriel’s again afraid he’s gone too far, when he hears you say, “yes.”
“Do you.. have feelings… for me?” He asks, none of his own feelings showing on his face.
You look up at him. Now or never, you think.
“Yes,” you say, looking him in the eye, “yes.”
He continues looking at you as he responds, “good.”
“Good,” you say, not sure what he means, but not wanting to ask.
“Good,” he says, and before you can say the same, he pulls your face into his. Kissing him was an experience for your entire body- you could feel his hands on your face, his body pressed against you, when you felt something in your chest go pop!
You stopped kissing him to look at him in shock, when he’s already smiling at you. “You know!” you shout, “you knew!”
He laughs at your reaction, taking a moment before telling you, “it snapped when we exchanged gifts. I uh needed a few days to process it.”
You nod, Azriel was not someone who took change well, and this was a big one. You can understand him taking a few days to tell you.
“Needed time to process it, but do you uh regret it?” You ask, trepidation coating your voice.
“Not at all. I just… never thought I’d have this. I didn’t want to start things off by saying or doing the wrong thing.”
You smiled at his thoughtfulness, feeling the warmth of the bond in his chest.
-
Rhys was no fool - he knew you two were in day and could return at any minute, so he shielded the room so if either of you came you wouldn’t be able to hear the discussion. He didn’t account for the fact that maybe you were already upstairs, and if you walked by and saw all of your friends gathered not making a noise, it would terrify you.
Which is exactly what happened.
They all heard you scream and turn to see you in the open doorway, Azriel’s shirt hanging off your body. Rhys starts to pull the shield down, wanting to make a crack at you wearing his brother’s clothes, when they’re all hit by the smell. It was so incredibly strong, they all were practically suffocated by it. It smelled like the early morning, when the moon kisses the earth, allowing for night to meet the day.
It all happened so fast, your scream, the shield coming down, Azriel winnowing in a defensive position after hearing your scream from upstairs, all of your friends screaming at the scent of the bond.
Azriel’s in front of you, ready to defend you, only to find Cassian charging at the two of you. He engulfs both you and Azriel in a hug, picking you both up and spinning you. You, in Azriel’s shirt, and Azriel, in his undershorts.
“It’s been like six hours, I thought they wouldn’t know until at least tomorrow,” you muffle into Cassian’s chest at Azriel, who huffs in response.
After what feels like a lifetime of spinning, Cassian sets you down, and you have to brace yourself on your knees to keep from throwing up.
“What are you guys doing here? In a shielded room?” You ask, hands still on your knees, and no one wants to meet your gaze, until Amren speaks.
“They discovered your prophecy, girl.”
Azriel looks to you, confusion on his face. You had honestly forgotten all about the prophecy - you didn’t know the contents, so you didn’t ever let yourself think of it.
You turn to Azriel, “my brothers and I have prophecies about who our mates are, but we can’t hear our own prophecies until they’re fulfilled. I never knew what it stated, just that I had a mate somewhere.”
“And you all heard it?” Azriel asks, looking around the room like everyone was a threat. If the smell didn’t give the bond away, Azriel’s hyper focus on his family as threats certainly did.
“Well,” Cassian interjects, “Helion told Feyre and Rhys, who told the rest of us.”
Nests hits his arm, “they told Cassian and he told the rest of us, big blabbermouth.”
“We just found out last night, and we were meeting to see if there was anything we could do about helping it snap, but it seems like that was a bit pointless.”
You look at Azriel, everything is so new, you have no idea how he would feel about being a pawn in your prophecy, much less about his family knowing something so important with you two being the last ones to know.
The room is still loud, Mor and Cassian found wine bottles and are popping them open. Everyone’s celebrating, while Azriel leans down and whispers to you.
“So, the mother made you for me,” he quirks his mouth into a grin.
“Actually, I’m three days older than you, so I think the mother made you for me,” you retort.
“Oh no, however will I go on? Being made for such a thing of beauty and brains?” He asks. Then he pauses, insecurity taking hold of him for a moment, “are you disappointed? I mean surely growing up knowing you had a mate, you dreamt up imaginary males whisking you away. How do I compare?”
You really take a look at him, a rare moment of vulnerability from him, as you consider a reply. “The males always whisked me away, off to foreign lands.” You look ahead at the chaos of the sheer joy your shared family is experiencing at the news. “You have brought me home.”
You grab his hand, rubbing your thumb across the back of it, hoping that that answer was enough for now. You have centuries to show that the imaginary males are nothing to the real thing.
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MOTIVE...
a/n: ZOOWEMAMA, NEW CELEBRITY CRUSH UNLOCKED. Yes, I DID JUST WATCH THE NEW HUNGER GAMES, AND THIS is PROBABLY LIKE THE ONLY TIME I WILL SAY, THAT ONLY THE YOUNG CORIOLANUS SNOW IS HOT; the movie was good asf, low-key jealous of the actor who played Lucy like I would love I mean love to just be proximity 5 feet or less like he is just so hot. **
warning: mentions of violence (threats), smut, p in the v, penetration, fingering, bathroom sex, enemy lovers trope...proofread (?).
pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader
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You were perfect, the embodiment of a perfect daughter, student, and personality. You carried yourself with grace, and made yourself known as an individual with class and intelligence.
You have an outstanding academic standing, high grades, good social points, and were popular with your peers. A person with all that must have someone to be rival with or a person trying to one-up them. In this case, it was true for you, the last name Snow, made you snarl. The name Coriolanus Snow, made you grimace even. He was always one step ahead of you, if you were two, he would be one. It made you resent him in every single way.
Today was reaping day...the anniversary of making the district pay for their uprising against capital control and authority. You were wearing a black dress with a scoop necklace and small cut diamonds sowed on your dress, making it look like the night sky, it fell to your knees. Pearls waiting on your neck with matching earrings and a dashing pair of bloody red lips to match the blood that was ready to be spilled in the arena.
The building was busy with students, excited for the games to begin. It was supposedly going to be last, but you knew it was a lie. Why would the capitol stop the games, weren't their enemies not rebelling against them enough? Vigilantly waiting for it to start, holding onto a delicate glass cup with some liquid poured into, it as you sipped from the glass. You were conversing with a few of your peers, not friends. You weren't considered them anywhere near you, there were just walking money bags that socially and economically fueled you.
"Y/N, how would you prophesize this year's hunger game will turn out ?" Festus said, you looked at him. "Well...I, presume that it going to end as fast as it started" You declared, smirking against the glass before you sipped the liquid inside your cup, "I don't expect any of thoses things to survive fast" Felix agreed with your thought, "The same" Arachne added.
You loved basking in the attention of others, made you feel like you had some power, and if people liked you. They would agree, give, gift, allow, and offer anything to you. It was shortly outlived, "Finally, the star pupil," Arachne said, their attention turning to Coriolanus, and yours flickered to him as well.
You bit your lip at the scene, glaring at her before you looked at him. "That's a snazzy shirt, what are those buttons.. tesserae?" Arachne marvels at his shirt, picking out several details, you put your hands covering your mouth to hide your smile.
"Hm..that's why they remind me of the maid's bathroom," Coriolanus remarked, looking at the button, turning his attention towards the group, "Not surprising with the people you associated yourself with, Coriolanus" You commented, taking a sip from your drink, faintly tilting your head to the side, denoting Sejanus's presence from afar.
"How malicious of you, y/n. That was the most humane thing you ever displayed to me" He said, his eyes and yours making contact with each other, making the room oddly tense up. "I'm tender-hearted but not a charity" You affirmed, the grip of your glass getting harder as you spoke to him.
Were you jealous, no, never. Why would you ever be jealous of him? Maybe it was his high intelligence, the way he carried himself, his charm on everyone he talked to? or everything that was neatly wrapped in a silky satin red bow, that was an embodiment of himself. It was funny to you, that you had this 'discreet' loathe for someone, and that person was in less than 6 feet of you, proximity 2 people away.
"Well, I heard this year there is something called the 'Plinth' prize" You turned your attention to Felix talking, "Something about Doctor Gauls' being in the building, Plinth.." Felix turned his head, "I mean just look at his spawn" I turned my attention to Sejanus from afar. "Who knew you could buy your way into the capitol?" Felix finished, "Well, money does control everything" you muttered, cocking your eyebrows.
"Well, you can't buy class, I mean...have you looked at his mother's outfit, Oh sorry, his ma's..." Festus mocked before the group snickering, "Dress a turnip in a ball gown, and it will still be begged to be mashed" Coriolanus joked, flickering his eyes away from Sejanus.
"Don't do that we all know you like him" Arachne commented, " I don't like him, Arachne. I tolerate him. He's District" Coriolanus finished, cutting her off completely, made you amused. "That's a low blow" You mockingly did a sad face at him, "The low blow is being district" Coriolanus muttered, you smirked at his actions.
"Tolerate him, just don't encourage. I heard these games how immoral these hunger games have been, putting him in the arena must—" Festus spoke he cut himself short as Sejanus walked toward the group. The whole thing was funny, snarky remarks being thrown, and your lips were graced with a smile every time.
Your ears heard the ringing of the bell signaling the start of the reaping. You got into your seat, sitting right next to Arachne.
It went delighting, well for you. You got a capable-looking tribute, she looked promising to you, and her name was Hera. Interesting to give a poor girl, a high-class name. You were in the bathroom, powering your nose, fixing up yourself. Puffing the power puff on your face, leaving your face having a matte finish. Applying your signature color on your lips.
Your ears heard the door opening, but your eyes didn't bother to look at the person who came as you were too busy with yourself.
Feeling a pair of hands on your waist, your eyes flickering to the mirror, looking at the one who was responsible, only to met with the eyes that you so daintily hate. You quickly turn yourself around, "What are you doing here?" You exclaimed, turning your attention to the blonde that came in, Coriolanus. "Do you know what bathroom you're in Coriolanus?" You crossed your arms, glaring at him.
"It didn't bother you then, why now" He walked closer to your awaiting form, "Then, I didn't resent you," You stated, feeling his hands on your bottom, lightly spinning you in a halfway motion. "Are you serious going to this in the bathroom.." Your eyes darted away from him, "What if I said, yes?" He lifted your head up narrowly so that your eyes met his "...what if we get caught?" You really did hate him, how he made you feel, how he controlled you, but it felt natural to be obedient to him, his cold stare meeting yours.
"Let's wait still we do" He leaned towards you and whispered to your ear, before taking you by surprise, taking your body and placing it on the marble of the cold bathroom counter. Making you hiss from the temperature change, his actions were rushed taking your tights off with the motion of matching colored panties, discarding them somewhere else.
His lips latching onto yours, leaning you back to the mirror, your arms holding down for support. Moans trailing down from your lips, groans from his, your hands on your cheeks, feeling his tongue exploring the caverns of your mouth. Opening your eyes slightly from the hungry kiss, catching your gaze at the growing size that was bound to be released from his constricted black pants. You withdraw from the kiss attempting to catch your breath, feeling yourself unravel in front of the blonde gentleman. "Just put 'it' in already" You whispered, hanging your arms that lack strength on his shoulders, "Not yet, my dove" Feeling his fingers dancing under your dress, his finger making contact with the sensitive parts of you, making you shutter.
"Coriolanus....be gentle, you know im sensitive" your lips pouting before feeling the intrusion, making you jump in your skin. Your languid moans being ripped out from your throat, while he pushes you further, pushing the digit further in and taking it out, thrusting in a frantic style.
Your body jolted and bounced back from the force he used. He edges you on, till your skin is covered with a layer of sweat, and everything around you makes you feel hot. You needed to get out of his dress in some way, it was another layer that denied you, the friction you needed.
His slender fingers carved a way into you, reaching into parts of you didn't know you had, your head hung low, feeling embarrassed from the vulgar things you both were doing in the bathroom, the feeling of being caught was only a chance but was never low. Your eyes hesitantly look at the door, feeling your skin pricking, distracting you. "Coryo...I'm close" you whispered, something in him erupted when you said that, that..very nickname. His fingers removed themselves from you, making you quiver, dissatisfied.
"Y/N..I want you to use that name...every time I thrust into you" He spoke, his very words made you wet, if not impossible more attracted. His hands on your upper thigh, pulling you towards him. Propping your hip at the edge of the counter, your cheeks were flushed, knowing what was next.
Next thing you knew his pant were discarded like your panties, and feeling him lining up with your slit. His hand is on your waist massaging the muscle, before he pushes his hips to yours, the intrusion feels better, moans trailing down on your lips. His hip colliding with yours. Your ears hearing him groan in pleasure, your own mind on cloud 9.
Feeling yourself getting needier for a sort of release or satisfaction.
"C-coryo, I'm close" you whimpered, your skin feeling more hot, your dress making you uncomfortable. His cock fucking into you, your body jolting at the frantic push into you. Hooking your arms around, feeling yourself almost unraveling, "Me too, my dove" Coriolanus groans out, his hips snapping back into you. Before you felt a crash of waves coming down on you, your gummy walls clamping down around his cock. Hearing his groans in your ear, as he thrust into you a few more times before pulling out of you, and spilling himself on your stomach.
Heavy breathing was all you heard, no words just your body growing tired from the minute. "You did well" his hands caressing your cheek gently. Your lips parted, as you stared into his icy-like eyes. Your chest heaves out, placing your hands on his, leaning into his embrace.
You hate it, but you can't understand why you love it at the same time...it fills you with confusing thoughts, but every time you look at the same blonde gentleman you thought you were to loathe, but your heart skips a beat.
You gave him back a small smile. Finding yourself surrendering and freezing into the snow and frost—and your heart being held with a lock and key.
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Since I personally don't see enough Aym/Baal content, how about Aym and Baal x reader (separate)? Where the reader, who is a lamb, gets sacrificed and is basically the lamb in the game. But every time the reader appears in Narinder's realm after perishing, they're constantly flirting with him. They consistently compliment everything about him and are just.. practically obsessed with him (not in a weird way).
Oh yeah! We gotta give them more love tbh (also I'm not 100% sure if you meant flirting with Narinder or the brothers, but I'll assume the brothers)
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Aym
At first he thinks you're incompetent as a vessel, given the number of times you've perished to something stupid and ended up in Narinder's realm...
And then he realizes you're literally dying to see him (which is no exaggeration), but he's just confused and irritated by your attitude, thinking you're taking full advantage of his master's power.
He doesn't see why you wanna talk to him.
"You know, I love the broody types..not many of us lambs were ever broody-"
"You think serving our master is a joke to you?" He sneers quietly. "The prophecy is to be fulfilled by you. I suggest you act like it. Master, will you send them away-"
"It is not your place to order me around, Aym." Narinder warned. "For I am quite amused by these interactions...I've never seen you become so..flustered." He snickers
At this point, Aym realizes he has no choice but to accept his fate just for his master's amusement-
He is, however, a little flattered when one day you gift him a bracelet made from the bones of your enemies.
It stuns him into silence, only snapping at Baal after you leave and he teases him over it.
Anytime you ask about it thereon, he'll claim that he got rid of it..
But you see it on his wrist, hiding underneath his sleeve.
Even after reuniting him with his mother, she learns of the gift and fawns over how "cute" you two are (with Aym rolling his eyes and trying not to blush).
Baal
While Baal showed concern that you weren't the right fit for being the prophesized liberator, he wasn't as condescending as his brother.
Every time you died, he got to see what fresh new injury killed you, and he wondered why you'd put yourself through this suffering.
Then he realizes you're just trying to revisit his master's realm to flirt with him.
He gets tongue-tied, unsure of how to respond to your compliments, trying to hide his blush behind his staff or clench his jaw so he doesn't smile.
But as much as he appreciates your kindness, he worries for your health despite death being of little consequence to you.
"Doesn't it hurt your cult every time you die in a crusade? Doesn't it hurt...you?"
"Baal, the only thing that hurts is that I can't marry you.." You pout, offering him a camelia flower bouquet. "My followers throw their hearts at me every day...but I feel nothing for them. I've rejected dozens of proposals, because one day I want you to be-"
"So this is why my cult's faith is so low...go back and kill Heket. This is no time for marriage vows." Narinder scorns, sending you away immediately.
When you resurrect Baal, however, you married him on the spot (with Forneus' blessing of course).
Ngl, he's happy and always hoped this day would come. He couldn't say anything before but he can now.
#clanask#anonymous#cult of the lamb x reader#cotl x reader#cotl aym#cotl baal#lamb reader#headcanons#aym x reader#baal x reader
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Another lovely year in this wonderful fandom. Here’s a little recap of how my year went:
My Writing:
Depth of Reason - Mature - 70k
How to Avoid a Scandal - Teen - 43k
Episode 3: The Diplomat, A Star Trek Redemption story - Teen - 13.5k
This list is much shorter than my list of fics written in 2022, but my fics last year were much shorter. Also, this word count is deceptive, because I wrote about 22k of Depth of Reason last year and about 20k of How to Avoid a Scandal last year as well. But! My writing goals this year were to finish these two WIPs and not take on any other projects until they were finished and I very nearly did that! Took on two projects (and more below), but I still finished these before the year finished, so pretty good!
Total words:
About 83k. Last year was more like 120k.
Other works:
Podfic of Petrichor - Teen - 34 minutes
Themes:
Finishing long works apparently! One was for my 2022 COBB and the other for my 2022 CORB. Even though these were started last year, they are the longest things I wrote since my first fic (49k) back in the second half of 2021.
Also, trying new things! Writing sci-if and recording a podfic felt very outside my wheelhouse at the time, but ultimately, I’m glad I went for it.
Top 10 fics I read in 2023:
Someone Wicked - Explicit - 60k by @artsyunderstudy
Three Months or 3,000 Miles - Gen - 3k by @larkral and art by @theimpossibledemon
Blood, Salt and Hummingbirds - Teen - 32k by @hushed-chorus
Restoration Ecology - The REmix (Baz’s version) - Explicit - 62k by @royalasstronaut
Good at Something - Explicit - 19k by @larkral
A Gift From the Propheseals - Mature - 6.5k by @skeedelvee with art by @letraspal
What Remains After the Storm - Mature - 86k by @hushed-chorus art by @erzbethluna
To Do, to Know, to Want - Mature - 8.5k by @facewithoutheart
Mishaps on Zoom - Explicit - 10k by @eelwinks
Swords Into Plowshares - Teen - 6.5k by @ileadacharmedlife
WIPs I’m excited to keep reading in 2024:
I Knew A Boy, I Knew A Man - Teen, by @shrekgogurt
Hiding Out In The Open - Mature, by @cutestkilla
A Little Bit Deadly- Explicit, by @emeryhall
Basil Pitch’s Diary - Teen, by @bookish-bogwitch
Other notable fandom things:
I helped to run @carryon-reverse-bang again with @angelsfalling16 as well as helped to put on a new event this year, @caught-on-tape-fest with @cutestkilla and @sillyunicorn
I met up with fandom friends while on a trip this past summer. Making personalized friendship bracelets as gifts, doing fic readings and crafts, and putting on our own Lady Ruth style tea party were some of my fave moments <3
I did a book club style reread of some of my fave fics with friends. I hope we do a few more in 2024!
It’s safe to say I engaged with this fandom everyday of 2023. I might get quiet on the main Discord server or Tumblr, but I’m certain I read, reblogged, wrote, DMd or otherwise participated in some way, shape or form throughout the entirety of the year.
Goals for 2024:
Read more fic! This fandom has such a wealth of works, my TBR list is a mile long and isn’t organized. I’d like to formally rework my AO3 bookmarks to exclusively show recs and either utilize the Marked for Later function or make a spreadsheet or something to better organize a proper TBR list so i don’t lose track of what I want to read next. Currently, having a dozen tabs open on my phone and another dozen on my iPad doesn’t really work well. If anyone has a brilliant system you’d suggest, please enlighten me!
I also want to read all of my physical canon books this year. I’ve only ever listened to the audiobooks! I’m currently reading my anniversary edition of Fangirl. (I think this is the prettiest book I’ve ever owned.) Up next, the Fangirl Manga, followed by the trilogy and Snow for Christmas.
More fandom meet ups! Already planning for June…
I don’t have any writing plans currently, so we shall see if/what I decide to create. I have a few ideas rolling around in my head, but nothing I’ve felt urged to put down in words. I’m sure I’ll write something, I just don’t know what it’ll be yet.
#That’s a wrap!#Love being a part of this fandom#Y’all are wonderful#here’s to another great year!#fandom year in review
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Destiny of Madness - Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Summary: Reimagining and fixing of Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness (again) or Wanda Maximoff is your destiny in every world and no one will keep you from her, not even the God of Chaos.
Warnings: Brief mentions of insinuation of smut, making out, a lot of violence (canonical and not), language, dark magic, dark(ish) fic as well || Words: 8.255k
A/N-> I disappeared for weeks because I was being audited at my job, and in cleaning the computer I ended up doing the same with my drive and discovered some stories practically complete and abandoned or forgotten. This is one of them. I'm not writing anything right now, so I'll post these stories I found.
General Masterlist || AO3 || Wattpad
--//--
“The Scarlet Witch is a being of unfathomable magic. She can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesized to either rule or annihilate the cosmos.”
As Wong's speech came to an end, the nervousness and anxiety of everyone around were palpable. Strange hesitated.
"There has to be something, someone capable of standing up to her." He inquired the Supreme, who also seemed equally nervous. Wong gestured around.
"We can turn this place into a fortress. You can try talking to her, you fought side by side after all."
Strange shook his head, moving closer. "She wouldn't listen, the darkhold controls her completely. And even if the mages could hold her back, gaining a limited amount of time, she would still win. Please, Wong, try to think, to remember something. Don't we know anyone who can stand up to her?"
Wong was silent, thoughtful. It was not he, but another master who approached, and whispered something in his ear that made him grunt: "This is just a legend."
But Strange was interested, and Wong sighed in defeat before narrating the room, "The Scarlet Witch's magic belongs to Chthon, the God of Chaos. And for every absolute singularity, there is a counterpart. Oshtur, the benevolent goddess of truth, gifts warriors with her magic of order every millennium. I have never heard of one in this world, not even when the Ancient One was alive. It's just a myth."
"So was Wanda." Strange cuts in. He hesitates when the next moment, the Kamar Taj's alarms sound, and Wong beckons everyone to go to battle position.
Before they join the courtyard, Wong pulls his friend by the arm.
"Legend has it that these warriors travel the multiverse, cutting chaos off at the root. Not the kind of person you send to face a friend."
Strange looks up at the black fog that is beginning to cover the palace and sighs. "She is no longer a friend. Stand your ground, and let's protect that girl. The Scarlet Witch can not control the multiverse."
–/–
"I'm not a monster, Stephen. I'm a mother."
The conversation turned into a fight almost as fast as America could blink.
She had heard the whole conversation from Strange and Wong, and when Wanda's magic electrified her body, burning its way into her powers, some part of her must have focused on that.
It was true that she couldn't control the portals, but that didn't stop her subconscious from doing so.
Strange jumped in, pushing the two of them inside, and everything spun. Worlds vibrated between them until they landed together, rolling through a dark hall.
"Hey, kid you okay?" Strange questioned worriedly as soon as he managed to get to his feet. America had done so the second before and merely nodded, her gaze focused on the figure on their back further ahead.
Strange tugged on her forearm gently, preparing for a conflict.
"You there. Friend or foe?" He questioned the figure, and when you turned around - your clothes covered in blood, which clearly came from the body you had just stabbed - America exclaimed in fright, hiding behind Strange.
Your serious expression softened immediately. "Shit, so sorry about that! They were the bad guys, I promise." You clarified almost bashfully, running the dagger through your clothes to wipe away the blood as the body fell to the floor. "Forgive me for the mess, I wasn't expecting an audience." You comment with a chuckle, putting the dagger away, and as you begin to move your glowing fingers to wipe away the blood and vanish the victim, Strange understands that you are some kind of sorceress.
The symbol of the Sanctum Sanctorum hanging around your neck makes him breathe lighter.
"What did he do?" the sorcerer asked towards your victim, receiving a weary sigh in return.
"Murder of course. We always pay in the same coin." You clarify approaching, and despite having just killed someone, your look is one of the kindest he has ever seen. You look embarrassed with America still cowering in fear, "I didn't mean to scare you, child. See, I'm just doing my job, and there usually aren't any little girls watching."
America frowns. "I'm not a little girl. I'm already 14!" She defends herself almost indignantly, and it's clear to Strange that you had said that on purpose, to at least get her to talk to you, by the smile that plays on your lips.
"Oh, my mistake. You are not a child, indeed." You comment gently and offer your hand to Strange first. "Sorry for the odd introduction. I'm Y/N L/N."
"Doctor Stephen Strange." He introduces himself back. "Are you some kind of mage?"
You smile. "Yeah, sorceress. Not so different from you, I imagine." You say pointing to the symbol he carries. Stephen smiles softly, introducing America before adding:
"We are facing a threat and need to get home. Perhaps the sorcerers of this world can help us."
You are surprised, absorbing his word for a moment, and then sighing a little.
"Sure, I can take you the Supreme. Just, don't mention that they are not from here. Not everyone trusts multiverse travelers."
"How can you say we are not from this reality?" Strange asked, to which you gave a chuckle.
"You need to be a traveler to recognize the other." Is your answer, and he widens his eyes in surprise, but you continue leading the way out of the room then past a door with glowing vents that when it opens, leads to a busy street. It was clear to Stephen the door was enchanted with teleportation magic. Once outside, you put on your hood.
"Not all worlds are friendly, Stephen Strange. And rule number one is that no one can be trusted." You tell them.
Stephen looks around, this world looks like his, maybe a little more advanced in technology. America crosses her arms while looking around the city. "We're not supposed to trust each other, then?" He questions you, but you chuckle again, checking on your watch.
"I trust you, Stephen Strange." That's what you told him, and then a group of people crossed your path to pass through the light. By the time Stephen tried to look for you, you had already disappeared.
He turned to America in confusion, but the girl was looking straight ahead.
"Dude, that's you over there." She pointed to a large statue across the street. Stephen's eyes widened.
"Come on." He grunted softly before pulling America to follow him.
–//–
“Oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to Dreamwalk.”
If Strange could break both chains and immobilize Mordo somehow, he would make it to America in time. But the alarm was still ringing, and he was getting desperate.
Just as Mordo was about to hit him, something wrapped around the mage's neck and pulled him backward.
Stephen let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw that it was you - The golden thread came straight from the clock he saw you checking hours ago. Mordo fell to his knees, struggling for air as he tightened the item around him. But you didn't let go, waiting for him to pass out before releasing him.
"I told you not to trust anyone, and the first thing you did was warn them that you were from another reality!" You accused as you pulled the rope back, and prevented Mordo, now unconscious, from hitting his head on the ground as he fell.
"Hey hey hey, it's not my fault! The Strange of this world is dead. He knew as soon as I showed up."
You rolled your eyes. "Never heard of disguise magic huh? And if he was someone you knew from your world, caution has to be doubled." You guided as you moved closer, without any difficulty to free the man from his handcuffs.
"And why is that?"
"Affection can influence your decisions. If you find a friend in the multiverse, you need to remember that it is not the person you knew." You explain shrugging your shoulders before looking around. "Come on, I think I can track the girl."
As they ran, Strange asked:
"What have you gotten yourself into anyway?"
But you only checked your watch again before looking at the doors down the hallway, continuing to lead the way at high speed.
When you came to a crossroads, and two equally desperate women bumped into you, Strange was almost surprised at the way you checked America for bruises.
"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked with a face streaked with concern, both hands on her shoulders. She blushed, nodding.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She said clumsily. "But Wanda, she's coming and-"
Your puzzled expression made Strange sigh. It was Cristine who spoke up. "We don't have time, we'll explain it to you on the way."
You started to run, but as soon as the words Scarlet Witch echoed, your steps stopped.
"What are you doing, we have to-"
"Go." You interrupt Strange with a determined look. "I'll stay behind."
"N-no, you can't." America said in shock. "She killed everyone! You won't-"
"Kid." Stephen interrupted, understanding. "She's a Warrior of the Order, like the legend of Wong. It's her duty."
You force a reassuring smile at America and nod to the mage. "Find the book, Strange. Take America to safety, I'll take care of Wanda." You tell him before heading off in the opposite direction they were going to run.
–//–
“This isn’t what your children would want.”
As soon as the witch reached them, they deduced that you lost.
Strange tried to put up a fight, easily being subdued and pushed into another world with Cristine through the portals.
America was exhausted. She hadn't stopped running for a minute for the last few weeks, and now, it seemed, she had lost for good.
She was thrown in, but the impact with the ground never happened. Instead, someone holds her by the arms.
"All right there, little girl?" you asked. And she was fine, alive, and safe. She looked up in complete shock, and you smiled playfully, eyes scanning her face.
"H-how you....?"
"Shh, just trust me." You whispered, and America grunted a little at the way you grabbed her arm tightly and turned to the Witch breaking dreamwalking behind you. Once Wanda stood again, you cleared your throat. "You have America as you wanted. Now keep our deal."
The girl looked at you in a mixture of indignation. "N-no, but you are our friend-"
But you squeezed her arm gently, and as Wanda began to speak, America fell silent.
"I didn't kill him, as you asked. Now, the girl." She demanded, but you frowned.
"But where is he?" You insisted, and Wanda grunted impatiently.
"The girl, Y/N!"
"Wanda." You repeated and she lost patience, a red burst leaving her fists in your direction. America imagined you would go flying off on impact, feeling you let go of her arm, but when she looked back, you had your hand raised at chest height. Wanda's magic was restrained until it was gone, and you shook your hand as if you had just caught a baseball. "I knew you were going to do that eventually. You've been dying to attack me ever since you saw me, haven't you Witchy?"
Wanda, instead of answering, attacks again, and America exclaims in surprise as she is pushed away from the line of fire. She watches the fight - if you can call Wanda's frustrated attempts to hurt you that - completely stew. Until you stop resisting completely, and Wanda realizes that her magic simply won't hurt you.
She puts her hands down, looking at you in disbelief. "What are you?"
But you draw your dagger. Wanda tenses, ready to strike again, but she is not the one you hit.
America screams as Wong falls to the ground, the dagger wedged into his leg as he grunts in pain - You having stopped an attempted attack on the witch.
"I am a worshipper of Chaos, and you, Scarlet Witch, are my deity." You declared surprising both girls there. Wanda stammered in shock, but America shouted indignantly.
"You lied to us!" She accused. "Strange trusted you! You said you were a warrior of the order!"
You laughed tiredly, moving toward the supreme who was bleeding enough to only be able to grumble in pain.
"There are no more Order Warriors, America. You saw me kill the last one." You begin to count neutrally and ignore Wong's protests when you touch him, busying yourself with stopping the bleeding. "I killed all of them, actually."
America shakes her head incredulously. "N-no, you carry the same symbol as them..."
You laugh again, moving your hand to the necklace on your neck and pulling it off with a simple motion. You throw it at the feet of Wong, who, although still wounded, is no longer in danger of bleeding to death.
"Coats of arms mean nothing in this vast multiverse, America. You, of all people, should know that." You retort by moving closer again, and though she struggles against it, you lead her to the stone table without difficulty. Soon, it is Wanda's magic that is holding her.
You sigh deeply, placing your hands on the table and closing your eyes for a moment. America notices for the first time that the item on your wrist is not really a watch, but looks more like a small computer, full of graphics and numbers, like the ones she saw at the Illuminati headquarters.
Wanda seems uncertain about approaching. "I want to talk to you." She says to you, but you laugh, taking on an aggressiveness that no one there had seen yet.
"If you want to talk, tell me where you sent him then." You retort, and Wanda sighs.
"I don't know." She replies truthfully, and you seem conflicted about yelling at her or not. "I used the girl's powers and sent him to some other universe."
"What about the book?" You ask straightening up. Wanda hesitates. "The book, Wanda."
"I destroyed it." She replies and you sigh impatiently, shaking your head. "He was going to use it to stop me-"
"No, he was going to help you." You interrupt, starting to sweat a little and leaning your body as if in pain. "Fuck, why do you have to be so stubborn in all the worlds."
Wanda swallows dryly, shifting her weight between her feet. "Have we met?"
Your eyes grow sad, but you smile. "Many lifetimes ago." That's as you reply, before turning your attention back to America, still in shock at the whole thing. "Forgive me for not being honest, Miss Chavez, but I told you not to trust anyone. Take this as a lesson."
America had no way to respond, all that came out of her mouth were the grunts of pain as her magic began to be drained. You looked away, and Wanda looked back at you.
"I have to do this. I need her powers to get to my children."
But to the witch's surprise, you chuckled, falling to sit on the floor with one hand on your stomach and the other on your face. Wanda was moving toward you before she could think about it, concern on her face.
"What's wrong?" She asked, but you gasped softly, shaking your head.
"There's more, Wanda." You began, practically pleading with her as you looked at her. "Our worlds are prisons. Kang controls everything, he needs to be stopped-argh" You cut yourself off in a groan of pain, and Wanda frowned in desperation, her hands on your shoulders trying to find some injury. But there is nothing, not even blood. "Look into my mind, find my truth. I need to..." You gasped helplessly, your forehead falling on her shoulder.
"You're burning up with fever, Y/N." Wanda grumbled. "Show me how to help you." She whispered, her eyes turning red as she let her fingers wrap around the strands of your hair, and her magic pierced your mind.
–/–
“The Scarlet Witch is a being of unfathomable magic. She can rewrite reality as she chooses, and is prophesized to either rule or annihilate the cosmos.”
A smile played on your lips at the legend, but you waited until class was over and the students all left before you entered the room.
"You didn't have to wait for me, Professor." The male figure says without turning around, finishing putting away the items in his bag.
You laugh. "Come on, Stephen, I need some company to gossip with at lunch." You retort, making him laugh.
It doesn't take long for you to make your way out of the room, through the busy halls of the university. Stephen had just finished telling you about his and Cristine's upcoming wedding anniversary when the subject came back to you.
"Miss Maximoff seemed quite happy this morning." He commented with a hidden intent that made you laugh softly, your cheeks slightly flushed.
"Yeah, I proposed to her last night." You confess, receiving an exclamation of excitement at the same minute.
"Y/N, that's great! Harkness didn't tell me, that old hag." He complained making you laugh. "I'm very happy for you two, really."
You nodded embarrassed, unable to stop smiling. Strange sighed, checking his watch.
"If you run, there's time to invite her to lunch with us. Agatha might complain about someone stealing her company later."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course, Professor. You can have lunch with boring old men whenever you want, but the company of your fiancée will make everything easier."
You slapped him gently, saying something about him being a friend and not a nuisance, before walking away toward the rooms again.
The floor was empty because of the lunch break, and when you opened the door to the penultimate room, you were surprised by signs of a fight.
The body on the floor took all the air out of your lungs.
"W-Wanda?" You choked, dropping your backpack and running to meet her. Shaky hands hugged her. "No, no, no. Wanda! Sweetheart, I'm here, open your eyes..."
Your sobbing was interrupted, the room was not empty. A man came through the door, wearing a black uniform. He seemed surprised to see you but didn't react with more than a tired sigh. He raised his hand to his ear.
"We have a variant, sir." He informed, not giving any thought to the two figures in the other corner. "No, not the Nexus Potential. I've already eliminated the witch, no other divergences. I was checking the area, but we had a slight change in events. Yes, the bride and the lunch option. Right, sir."
You only had time to roll out of the firing range, using the table as protection to avoid being killed.
The memories vibrated - speeding up and twitching. You were taken into custody to a place of temporal surveillance, and Wanda could feel your anger transcend those memories. The thoughts merged among other memories - flashbacks of your escape between worlds with the theft of one of the small pads the TVA used to travel the multiverse until your capture and killed.
But if you’re dead, how could you be here?
–//–
"I'm not a monster, Stephen. I'm a mother."
You were staring at yourself in the mirror. Wanda knew immediately - from the size, color of the hair, and different arrangement of the dots that you were not the same person she had seen in past memories.
Struggling with the tie until hands wrapped around your shoulders, making you laugh.
"We can't go back to that sweetie, I'm already late." You tried to negotiate, but couldn't resist the soft lips that met yours. When a hand slid into your pants, you gasped, "Wands, come on, it's our graduation..."
"Five minutes." She bargained, and you laughed softly, letting yourself be carried away as she pulled you by your loose tie to the bed.
Wanda fell in first, lying down and with her hair sprawled on the pillow. You bit your lips as she adjusted herself, your hands lifting the party dress so she could slide the panties between her legs, never breaking eye contact with you.
When the item fell, you grunted but it was from pain. You fell to your knees, with your hand on your head, and Wanda watched as her version immediately rushed to your rescue, trying to figure out what was wrong.
The Scarlet Witch looked into the mirror, able to see the cosmic entity possessing you. Sharing the memories of the life you just lost.
An exclamation of surprise made Wanda turn her attention back to the two teenagers in the commode, and she was surprised to see you grab your girlfriend by the neck.
"Who are you?" you questioned evidentially confused, and the witch variant gasped in fear and confusion.
"Babe, it's me, Wanda-"
You let out, blinking in confusion, and bringing your hands to her cheeks as if seeing her for the first time. "My god, Wanda, look at you. You're so young..."
"Y/N, you're scaring me."
But you stood up, returning to the mirror and groping your face as if you could hardly believe you were really there. "It worked, honey. I remember everything."
"Babe, what are you talking...?"
You turned back to her, helping her to her feet and placing her in a sitting position on the bed. "Forgive me for the scare, I've never had a subjugation before. I am not the Y/N you know, I will never be again. This is painful, and I hate that you lost her, but there was no other way. We are all trapped, living in a sick little game of someone who thinks he is a god. I'm going to set us free."
Wanda denied with her head, concern in her expression. "Babe, did you hit your head somewhere? What are you talking about..."
But you offered her a sad smile, holding her cheeks. "God, you are so young. My memories are merging, this variant was so lucky to meet you in school, you two had so much fun. She, I, love you. Deeply, and in all universes apparently." You commented with a tearful laugh. "Forgive me for taking this away from you, but it will be safer this way."
Wanda blinked in confusion, but soon, her eyes went dark. You were erasing your existence from her mind.
The Scarlet Witch tensed as your gaze met hers, just inside the memory.
"You're in the wrong place, Wanda. Look deeper, don't mind the pain." That's what the memory - or your conscience - told her.
When the scene changed again, she expected everything but the twins.
Wanda choked, but they couldn't see her. Still, she was crying.
"Man, you're cheating!" Billy complained, elbowing his brother sitting next to him. They were older than Wanda had ever seen them, almost sixteen, and both were playing video games. Tommy rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
"Don't be such a bad loser." He retorted, but they began to push each other until a golden light separated them.
"I said no more fighting!" Your voice rang out, and it had evidently been your magic that separated the boys, who grumbled loudly.
"Sorry, Mom!" they spoke in unison, but you only muttered something about teenagers, busy climbing a small ladder from the bookcase.
Wanda was not so surprised by her variant's presence next - leaving the kitchen and kissing you against the bookshelf before starting to help you with the organization of the items. No, what took the air out of her lungs was the black figures coming through the garden that she could see through the window.
She tried to warn, despair filling her chest even though it was useless to wave at a memory.
And soon, she was staring at bodies.
A soldier grabbed you by the hair, and you faced your murdered family for the next few minutes until they were cleared by the TVA to report in.
The Scarlet Witch was crying too, and when the memory switched to the TVA base, this time you didn't run away like the first time. No, this time you took your time to make a massacre.
And Wanda believes that you were right.
–//–
“Oh, we can handle your little witch if she decides to Dreamwalk.”
Wanda was in an open field. And even though it was a memory, the magic there was so strong that she felt her body shiver with cold.
It was dark magic. Very powerful, very filthy. Cursed, if you can put it that way.
Following the sounds of fighting, she ended up in a more private area, like a camp. But the vast majority of the soldiers were dead, leaving only one pair.
Armor suits you, Wanda thought when she saw the variant. But she pushed the thought away at the same second.
The third figure was out of the fray. It was a hooded man, and he was hurrying away with the items on the table.
You won the fight, and as your opponent fell, you turned to the other.
"Kang, enough running away." You warned, but he ignored it, wasting no time in trying to hit you with magic, which you used a shield to block.
"Killing me doesn't change anything!" He shouted back, and despite the fear on his face, there was confidence behind his words that made Wanda shudder. He spread his arms, gesturing to his surroundings. "I am just one of many. You can't stop us!"
He ran, but you hurled your sword at his thigh, and he fell with a cry of pain. You approached him breathless from the struggle.
"I am saving these people, Y/N. Try to see." He rants, getting an incredulous laugh.
"If these people stay within your plan, of course." You mock, taking off your practically ruined armor. Kang grunts in irritation.
"They make sure the multiverse doesn't break. You don't understand what I am doing here. The greatness of my work!"
But you sigh wearily, pulling a dagger from your belt. Kang shakes his head.
"Please, mercy."
"Mercy? Are you fucking with me now, Kang?" You retort angrily, hitting his face with the hilt of the dagger so hard that he falls to the ground. "You killed my family in 182 different worlds. All because they stepped out of what you thought was right for your ideal timeline. I had to watch my wife die in 72 different lifetimes, and then my children. And you have the audacity to ask me for mercy?"
Kang gushes blood on the floor, looking at you with neutrality.
"The multiverse needs order." He says, but you laugh, hitting him hard again.
You grab him by the collar of his shirt next, your face full of fury. "I'm going to destroy every stone in that place, and when I'm done, I'm going to hunt down every version of you. You won't live, Kang, anywhere. You have lost the right to exist."
He grunts in pain as you slowly dig the dagger into his chest. He uses his last strength to place his hand over yours. "If you love chaos so much, worship it. I cursed you."
You jumped away from his touch with a surprised sigh, and Kang fell backward, dead. A smile on his face nonetheless.
Wanda saw you shudder as if you were seeing a ghost, and begin to hug and scratch yourself as if you were sick, despair in your eyes.
The color of the sky changed to a vibrant red, and Wanda immediately recognized the same atmosphere as in her own home. The ground began to rot beneath Kang's body, but the roots reached toward your ankles.
"N-no, please...." You tried to whimper, fighting against the restraints and reaching for the dagger. But no matter how hard you cut, the roots wouldn't let go, and the crater that opened up and swallowed the enchanter's body was getting closer by the second. You cried but shook your head before forcing the dagger against your own chest.
When you died, Wanda was pushed away.
–//–
“This isn’t what your children would want.”
Blood. Everywhere, from the ceiling to the floor, from the tips of your shoes to the last strand of your hair.
Your mouth also tasted iron.
Golden chains glittered amidst the slaughter, and you dropped the dagger to the floor, the sound of an electronic alarm clock blaring in the room.
But it wasn't a clock you looked at. It looked like one, it was the same shape at least, but when you ran your hand over it, holograms became visible, and because Wanda couldn't see in the reflection of anything in the room, she knew immediately that only you could see that information - and now so could she, from within your memories.
It was a timer in reality. And it had just restarted.
You started to cry, but moved to the bodies one by one, tearing the chains or golden rings off the victims.
Wanda watched as you gathered them all up and knelt down as if to pray. You closed your eyes and whispered in a language too ancient for her to recognize.
Runes appeared on the wall, burning and destroying like fire. The rings and chains that you had placed in front of you drifted to the ground until they disappeared. You opened your eyes, sighing wearily.
"I did what you asked, my lord. Now free me. I beg you." You choked on a sob, lowering your face to recover.
At first, Wanda thought maybe you were talking to Kang - another version that was more powerful. But when the room shook, and a low, demonic laugh filled her ears, she knew better.
You shuddered like the witch watching your memories.
"Free you? Why would I do that when you are such an obedient pet?" Mocked a male voice, the runes vibrating with his words. Wanda held her breath. It was suffocating, like the ones she hears in the darkhold.
You sniffled. "I-I did what you asked. Please."
But the demon laughed again. "It wasn't me who conjured your curse, sorceress." He reminded in a provocative tone. "Don't act like I'm not merciful to you. All those walks between the worlds. I could have turned you over to the Living Court, but I accepted you as a servant in spite of everything. Don't forget how many crimes you committed..."
"They hurt my family!" You tried but grunted in pain afterward - Wanda understood that the demon could also punish her physically when it wished.
"Puppets, Y/N. You know that." He retorted more calmly. "All those variants in the service of a man, a pathetic human who thinks he can play god. You know my limitations in this dimension my siblings cursed me to, I need warriors like you, willing to break the order for me."
You whimpered a little, massaging your stomach before raising your face to the runes.
"Chthon, please." You pleaded, and there was a pause.
"It was good service, child, I admit." He says. "I will be merciful again, given your exceptional competence. I have never had such a talented warrior, not even Mephisto with his Riders are so efficient. I will promote you."
"B-but you told me you were going to free me!"
This time, whatever he did made you scream in pain and fall to the ground. As you recovered, trembling in a fetal position, Wanda felt a presence materialize behind her.
"Apparently, your new boss is already here."
Wanda froze, not having the courage to look back and confirm if there really was someone behind her. She could feel it, but when she risked looking into the mirrors, there was no reflection. If Chthon was here, he wasn't really there.
"I will present you with the most honorable position you could ever imagine, child." Says the demon. "And believe me, you will like the Witch I have chosen."
You squirm softly, fighting the pain to sit up again. "Don't make me kill anyone else, please."
Chthon laughs, with delight. "Why do mortals fear death that much? I've never understood it. It is what you were created to do."
"Please, my lord." You repeat with your head down, and Wanda can hear the demon sigh impatiently.
"You will not kill unless she asks you to do so, I promise."
You blink in confusion, looking up. " D-don't you want me to kill the witch?"
Chthon laughs indignantly. "What, my Scarlet Witch? Of course not. She's precious, she's... merchandise. My most powerful toy, and so her collar breaks easily. That's where you come in, little one. I have ways of keeping her under my command, the demons imprisoned in my teachings can affect anyone. But witches less powerful than her have already resisted the influence of my darkhold, after all, you can't keep poking the same wound and have the same effect forever. If there's one thing your kind does annoyingly well, it's adapt."
You wipe your face, breathing wearily. "Where should I find her and when should I bring her to you?"
The commode goes silent until you sniffle again.
"You are hers, Y/N, not the other way around." Chthon clarifies making you shudder. "You stay with her until she gets bored, I imagine."
You deny with your head, sobbing before pleading:
"I did what you asked! Why are you doing this-"
But the room shudders, and you fall silent in an exclamation of pain.
"You are insolent, girl. It angers me deeply. I have been benevolent to you all this time, and you are never grateful. Get back to work, I just increased your debt. You don't stop until every trace of Oshtur is banished from this dimension, and when it's over, I might consider telling Wanda to have mercy on you."
You raise your head immediately at the mention of the name, confusion stamped on your face. "W-Wanda? What about her?"
Chthon's laugh is even more sinister. "Oh, did I forget to mention? Funny thing, fate. No matter how much Kang alters things, trying to make sure that in the worlds he thinks he controls you and Wanda never met, things always go back to how they're supposed to happen." Narrates the demon mysteriously. "Wanda Maximoff is my scarlet witch, my queen of chaos. And you are to be her worshipper."
For the first time, the gleam in your eyes is one of fury, not fear. "How dare you involve her in this, Chthon? That's dirty, even for you."
Chthon laughs, and the room shudders, but this time, the pain only makes your expression falter a little. You bear it.
"Your mistake was underestimating how important she is to me, you old demon. I hope you rot in your forgotten kingdom." You warned, getting up with a little difficulty. Chthon continued laughing until you reached the door.
"You cannot contradict the mark of the curse, Y/N. Even death won't rid you of me."
Wanda knew it was hurting. The blood coming out of your ears was fresh, and you were limping. But you kept walking.
"She will come to you in four winters, be ready to kneel." It was the demon's last warning before the runes disappeared.
The memory breaks, transforming into one that Wanda was present.
"I'm so sorry Peggy." You whispered before sliding the dagger away, holding your friend’s of other lifes body as she falls dead to the ground. It was a quick death, at least. Captain Marvel was next, Wanda almost thought it was you actually, but she lowered her hands when she saw that you were fighting alongside her, and not the other way around.
Maria didn't even have time to understand what was happening properly before she felt the blow.
Your hands were shaking, but you took a deep breath.
"Who are you?" Wanda asked in a thick accent. You put the dagger away.
"A friend, if you want me to be." You answer, and as you approach, she tenses, her serious face analyzing you. You don't lose your ground. "You won't be able to read my thoughts with a variant, Wanda. I'm as strong as you are."
"Hard to believe that." She retorts almost cockily, and you can't help the smile that fills your lips.
"I guarantee it, but I don't want to face you. I didn't come here for that."
"And why did you come here for?"
"You." You answer bluntly. "I know more than you can imagine, far beyond what darkhold says is the truth. I will tell you everything I know if you will do one thing for me."
"I could rip the truth out of you." She retorts without hesitation, but you take another step forward.
"Not when you can be reasonable." You say and she locks her jaw, but you chuckle softly, taking another step toward her, now close enough to touch. "Let's make a deal. You want the girl, but not the sorcerer. Let Strange live, in another life, he was a friend. Someone who set me free, allowed me to see the truth. I owe it to him. You will go through that door, and you will have the girl as you wanted, but Strange will try to get a book, which you must not destroy. Promise."
"I won't promise anything, we don't even know each other-"
"I'll do anything you want." You cut her off pleadingly. "Your plan is to stay in another world with your children? I know the multiverse, I know how worlds work, in-depth. I can guide you wherever you want, I can even help you drain America's power properly. Just-"
"We have a deal." It's her turn to interrupt you, and you sigh in relief. You swallow dryly then and give her passage.
"They went in that direction." You say, and Wanda hesitates just before she starts walking.
"Aren't you coming?" she asks, but you give her a small smile, your eyes hiding a sad gleam.
"My loyalty does not belong to this variant of you." You said, and when Wanda turned around, you returned your attention to the clock on your wrist. To the timer ticking in a few minutes.
The ground disappeared because you teleported.
–//–
“You ever had that dream where you’re falling as if you’ve been pushed off a tall building? That was probably me.”
Wanda helped you sit up properly until you support your back on the wall.
"Tell me how to help you. Please." The witch asked with her hands on your cheeks burning with fever. You gasped in pain, trying to check your watch again.
"Command." You muttered weakly, to which Wanda only frowned in confusion.
"What?"
"Chaos time. I need to... obey." You tried to respond beyond pain, but it was enough for Wanda. She nodded and looked around, trying to think of something.
"D- does it need to be an action, or can it be anything? "She asked and you almost whimpered in pain, only not falling to the ground because Wanda was holding you up.
"Anything, Wanda." You sigh. She swallows dryly, determined.
"Tell me how to get my children back."
You gasp in pain before forcing yourself to answer, " You can't, not this way... They control everything. If you don't have them, it's because the TVA wanted it that way. You can't steal them from somewhere else, they'll come after you. Believe me, I already tried. You didn't see it, but the memories are here, of the lives I tried to own. Worlds break like glass when we do that, Wanda. There can only be one of us, or we can't stay."
Wanda shakes her head, refusing to believe it. You can adjust a little, "I can make it work." She stubbornly says. "My magic is powerful enough."
But it's your turn to deny it with your head. "No, Wanda, don't you see? This is what he wants you to do. Break the multiverse, destroy worlds for him. I did that, and Kang can sell my soul to Chthon with a simple call. I don't want you to be his puppet too."
Wanda swallows dryly, trying to control the urge to cry. She puts her hands on your shoulders. "Tell me how to free you, we'll do it together."
"I don't know how, I don't think it's possible. If it is, I don't know that answer." You retort, panting a little but breathing better now that you have obeyed two orders. "Your pain, Wanda, he uses to blind you. Doesn't rewriting reality allow you to see how much bigger things are? I need to free the worlds Kang imprisons, if not, nothing matters because he will keep changing all events to his liking."
Wanda sighs, leaning her forehead against yours. "I can't give up on them." She whispers, and it is her turn to sigh.
"Ask me." You say, and she pulls away a little just to look at you. "Ask me to take over the influence."
"W-what?"
"That's why I wanted you not to destroy the book of the Vishanti. In it, there were counter-spells for the darkhold. I wanted to rewrite what is stated in the sacred timeline, I believed that as a Nexus being, you could. But apparently, Kang is still in front of me." You say with a sad laugh. "The only reason he doesn't hunt me down like he does all my versions now, is that this one here belongs to Chaos. Kang can play god, but he's not a real one, and even he knows that. The curse was a backfire because I learned to move beyond it. Every day, I have shifts of obedience, where the chaos becomes too strong for me to ignore. When I must comply, I work for Chthon, but when I am free, I work against Kang. It's hard and tiring, but I've freed worlds from his command this way. It worked for a while until Chthon got you involved."
Wanda swallowed dryly but did not interrupt. Her body shuddered a little.
"I belong to Scarlet Witch now, but before...I was once only Wanda's. My friend, my wife." You counter with a sad smile. "And I cannot watch you continue to hurt yourself. Ask me to take over the darkhold's influence, and I will make all voices that are not yours disappear from your head."
Wanda hesitates. "I can't do that to you."
"Yes, you can." You insist, offering her a tender smile. "I'll be fine, I promise. It won't be even remotely the first time I've had to face demons." You joke, but just from the weak smile, there is a pang of guilt on her face that you cannot ignore. "Please, Wanda. It hurts me more to see you lose yourself."
She sniffles a little, looking away. Wanda takes a deep breath and takes your hand in her lap. "I want you to take the influence." She commands, and with that, she feels as if a weight is being lifted off her back. You, in return, grunt in pain and squeeze her hand. Wanda sniffles again, holding you back. "Hey, I'm here."
But you sob, letting your face fall onto her shoulder, your body shaking in spasms. She holds you close, stroking your back gently.
Strange appears in battle mode - and undead - only to find the Witch he came to face embracing someone he figured to be dead. America, free of her powers since Wanda was rid of the book's influence, was kneeling beside Wong.
"You took your time." Ironized the Supreme to the Zombie, but Strange only made a confused expression.
"What...?"
"It's a long story, but I think Wanda will explain everything when Y/N feels better. They're kind of wives, you know? It's pretty cool." America commented, helping Wong to stand. She noticed the zombie's hesitation. "Yeah, Y/N tricked us. But it was for a good cause. Apparently, there is a war going on in the multiverse that we know nothing about. But don't you think we'd better take Wong for medical attention first?"
With that, Strange comes out of shock and nods. As soon as he realizes his real condition, however, he calls America. The girl laughs softly. "Don't worry, I'll find you." She assures him before Wong conjures a portal to the Kamar Taj.
–//–
A familiar smell of food filled your senses as you began to undress, and because it had been god knows how many universes since you first smelled it, you practically jumped out of bed.
The exertion made your body complain, but you ignored the pain and followed the aroma, not recognizing the cabin you were in but appreciating the beauty of the place.
"Wanda." You called out to her as soon as the figure became visible, and the woman made a surprised expression.
"Y/N, you shouldn't be standing!" She tried to ration, leaving the pans to approach you, but you swallowed dryly, shuddering when her hands touched your arms.
"How did you...?"
"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe." She assures you sweetly, caressing your body and then bringing her hands to your cheeks. "Don't think too much, you need to rest first. And eat, if you're feeling well enough to do so. Come, I made your favorite."
She tries to drag you by the hand, but you keep your ground.
"How do you know it's my favorite?"
Wanda sighs, taking her gaze from your joined hands to look into your eyes. "I looked. Everything, from the very beginning. I needed to know if I could trust you."
"What about me, Wanda?" You challenged. "How do I know if I can trust you, if you're not another one of Kang's puppets?"
Wanda released your hand only to bring it to her face.
"I'm not. I promise." She says with her strong accent. "And you can guarantee that."
You frown slightly, but she smiles, smoothing your cheek.
"Teach me the consciousness transfer spell." She asks. "That way, it will be me. All the versions you've ever known and lost, in one. But come eat first, we'll have time for that later."
The food was delicious, it was like tasting a memory. You almost cried with longing for a home you could never step inside again.
Wanda understood the feeling.
"You are uneasy." She comments a long moment later, her fingers tracing a drawing on the table, and her eyes watching for any reaction from you. "Your head is noisy."
"It's not me." You retort almost between your teeth, half gasping, and startling her. "It's the God of Chaos and his circus of demons."
Wanda swallows dryly, moving her hand to yours in your lap.
"Tell me how to help you."
And that makes you give a small, tired laugh, entwining your fingers in hers. "That's my job, Scarlet Witch."
But Wanda doesn't smile, squeezing. "Then I command you to let me help you." She says seriously. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I don't deserve-"
You interrupt her with a kiss. Firm and passionate, and needy. Wanda chokes in surprise, pulling back but you hold her hand in yours and she doesn't pull away much further than that. She blinks between confusion and doubt, and only meets your devoted irises, letting out a shaky breath before sinking in once more, kissing with intent now.
She has never felt the sensation before - not in her own experience at least - and it is intoxicating. She remembers the feeling from watching your memories about variants of herself that you kissed, made love to, and fucked, but nothing counts as the actual experience. Your lips feel as it should, your tongue explores her mouth with experience and familiarity. You bite a little just the way she likes it.
And it's too much.
Wanda hasn't had real intimacy in years, and it overwhelms and frightens. She pushes your shoulder, panting and clumsy as she stands up, babbling about too fast, too new.
"Forgive me." You interrupt as soon as you find a gap. She swallows dryly as she turns her expression to you, finding her equally affected but evidently exhausted as well. "You've seen my head, Wanda. I know it's too much. You know how much I've lost, everything I've done to get this far. All the way to the version of you that could put an end to this sick cycle." You say, your eyes filling with tears. "But baby, I've traveled a thousand worlds to be with you. You are my only destiny in this vast multiverse, Wanda. And you need to know that I will want to kiss you whenever I get the chance."
She gives a tearful laugh, moving closer again and kneeling at the height of her chair.
"First tell me how to make the pain stop." She asks again, and you sigh, moving closer to kiss her forehead, one hand smoothing her hair.
"Don't worry, witchy. Pain only makes us stronger."
"Y/N, please-"
"It's a pleasure to take it for you." You interrupt seriously. "If chthon wants a chat, he'll get me, not you. And that's final. Would you like to help me, dear? Start with Kang, help me free these worlds and stay with me." You say looking into her eyes. "Will you do that, Wanda? Stay?"
A smile forms on your lips, and Wanda leans in, mere centimeters from your face.
"Of course, darling. You are my destiny too."
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-The World's most Multiversal DND Party!-
(featuring @danganronpasurvivoraskblog, @a-student-out-of-time, @finalverse and @despair-to-future-arcs)
[MORE INFO UNDER CUT]
//So there were a lot of talks about the main protagonists of mine and three other well-known Danganronpa ask blogs forming a DND part together on Mod Bubbles blogs, and as an artist, and a major DND fan, I could not resist.
//My little autistic cogs in my little autistic brain got turning and I basically made full on character sheets for all four main protags of each of the blogs; Kuripa from Survivor, Hajime from ASooT, Nagi from NWPM, and Aliza-chan from Finalverse
//I won't post the full sheets because I don't know how many people would want to see that, plus it's a shitton of information that I just don't want to bother with. But outside of the character cards above, here's a brief summary of every character in this "AU" shall we say.
Hajime - The party leader. Was once a young boy who never stood out, but gained the gift of a prophecy that showed him a dark future wrought by dark lord Junko Enoshima. Now with the power to reset himself every time he dies, the number of times depicted in his magical left eye, he dedicates his life to the journey of stopping the prophesized dark future. Sometimes he can be a bit cold and distant, always acting like the fate of the world rests squarely on his shoulders despite his teammates by his side, but he is capable, kind and a true leader.
Aliza - Aliza has a power with a similar origin to Hajime, which gravitates her towards him, and eventually is the founding reason she becomes his ally. Unlike him however, power is that to see and explore other universes parallel to theirs, where everything can be different, and she struggles to control it. The goal of her journey is to learn to use her power for good, and to escape the lofty expectations and cruelty of her family. She's a little bit clumsy and inexperienced as a result, with her wild magic sometimes landing her team in deeper trouble than they were originally, but she always means well and if nothing else, serves as the heart of the group.
Kuripa - He was originally a well-known artist and sculptor who lived a quiet life until a rogue in a steel mask raided his village and murdered his sister. For those who frequent this blog, you know how this story goes. He dedicated the rest of his life to hunting down the murderer, learning black magic arts and becoming a blood hunter, willing to sacrifice anything and anyone, including his own body, if it meant achieving his goal. He's a bit of a loose cannon and more violent than his peers when it comes to executing plans, much to Hajime, Aliza and Nagi's chagrin, but it's made up for in the fact that when he gets the job done, he REALLY gets the job done, and it makes them glad that he's an ally and not an enemy.
Nagi - Nagi was an Aasimar who was the guardian of a realm in the sky known as "Neo World" until she was attacked by Junko Enoshima's evil paladin right-hand, Mukuro Ikusaba, who was ordered by Junko to kill her and bring back a part of her body to show that she'd finished the job. After this encounter, Nagi miraculously survived, but Mukuro successfully tore her wings from her body. Nagi joins the party out of revenge, and despite her trauma, is still the most mentally sane member of the group, acting a lot like a team Mom of sorts.
//I'll also but transparent renders of the characters here if that tickles your fancy. Thank you for letting me pour my little nerd heart out.
#danganronpa survivor#danganronpa#neo world program monitor#finalverse#a student out of time#dungeons and dragons#official art#crossover#kuripa kurafto#hajime hinata#alizachan#aliza sahpree#nagi nanami#dnd#d&d
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Wind Waker Link was interrupted from his nap only to be reminded that it was his birthday! For his present he's gifted some super stuffy and uncomfortable looking clothes that supposedly make him look like the hero of legends. Pirates land on the island and his sister gets kidnapped by a giant bird. He then goes on a long and arduous journey that far surpasses just getting his sister back.
Breath of the Wild Zelda had been under pressure from her father to unlock her sacred powers in preparation of The Calamity that had been long prophesized. The Spring of Wisdom was her last hope to unlock those before it was too late, and that was the day the Calamity hit. The kingdom's back up plans were all thwarted and everyone near and dear to her are dead or fatally wounded. The upside is that her powers finally unlock but then she has to keep the evil away for the next 100 years.
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🖋 × faryen 😳?
ahem. info dumps you about her family
-her mother, Jodis, used to be a pirate that primarily operated in the Far Shiverpeaks and the Janthir Bay, taking after her father. She’d already been trained as a Shaman of Wolf like her own mother, which she used to empower her crew - she returned to Hoelbrak when her mother fell ill and took over her responsibilities as a Wolf Havroun. She’s taught the kids (Faryen, Aelfsi, Rafe, Revna) about everything and anything, from sailing to stalking prey on land, how to use a bow and arrow as well and make them, how to make improvised weapons from the land and survive in the harsh climate of the Shivepeaks and so on
-her father, Einar, is a fisherman and a hunter, comes and goes from Hoelbrak, venturing out as far as the Bitterfrost Frontier, often accompanied by his own mother who’s a seasoned hunter. Though he’s bought into the ideology of Wolf after meeting Jodis, he’s mainly a follower of Bear. He’s likewise taught the kids a lot, like fishing and hunting, but with his profession and taking care of his mother who’s stubbornly continuing to live out in Frostgorge, he’s absent a lot
-Faryen and Aelfsi were born on 1308AE only minutes apart, despite their differences in personality they were inseparable growing up, until Fary left Hoelbrak with Eir in 1325AE, something Aelf is still salty about because she stayed behind to become Wolfborn alongside Rafe
Aelfsi is a ranger, she has a pet wolf and raven, named Hallie and Arne respectively, Hallie she adopted and raised as a cub from one of the many Wolf shrines they’d visit with their mother, and y she found injured in Borealis Forest once, which she mended back to health and have been inseparable since
-Rafe was found at the age of 10 (in 1313 AE) by their father, wandering around the Shiverpeaks by himself after his home was ransacked and his parents killed by the Svanir. With no other known family he was taken in and he readily picked up the role of the older brother to the girls. At some point he fell in with Skarti and Sigfast, joining the Wolfborn and would later vouch for his Aelf and Revna to join as well.
Before Fary left around 1325AE after gaining the title of Slayer of Issomir, he argued with her about staying in Hoelbrak and to not split up the pack, gifting her an arctic fox kit and alpine wolf cub in an attempt to convince her, but she flipped the argument on him and how they should join her instead, rather than sit around waiting for some prophesized hero to crack the Tooth of Jormag. Neither Rafe nor Aelfsi joined her though
- Revna was born in 1315AE, she was a timid girl growing up, preferring to stick close to their mother and observing the various rituals she’d perform as a Havroun. All three, Fary, Aelf and Rafe did pick up the mantle of the older siblings and would teach her anything they could, taking her out to hunting parties and moots etc. She’d join the Wolfborn too, fighting as a ranger though instead of utilizing any pets in combat she’d instead channel animal spirits
#faryen obstart#the funniest thing is. all their names mean something because I looked them up#meanwhile faryen and their last name is just. gibberish I came up with back in 2013
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Read a “gift from the propheseals” by @skeedelvee
It was my pleasure to collaborate with Skee doing the art for this fic. And now it’s complete.
Epilogue 2 is out!
#masterpost#a gift from the propheseals#this fic is AMAZING I promise you#Skee is talent#simon snow#snowbaz#baz pitch#fanart#letraspal#carry on#illustration#book characters#carry on fanart
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Hi! I'm a show watcher that's been trying to get into the books. I have seen around that Armand vowed to never make a fledgling but broke this vow for Daniel. Why did he vow to never turn another person?
Hi! 🖤
Okay, just a head's up - there's no real way I can give a detailed answer without spoilers so save this for later if you'd like to avoid them for now!
Jumping in, Armand actually touches on this topic in TVA and gives a somewhat straightforward response:
I was a firm believer that those we make ourselves will always despise us for it. I cannot claim that I have never despised Marius, both for making me and never returning to me to assure me that he had survived the horrible fire created by the Roman Coven. I had sought Louis rather than create others.
Armand never wanted to create other vampires, which is really no surprise given how horrible most of his lived experience as a vampire had been.
He also seems to have a preference for communicating via the Mind Gift, almost as if comes easier to him than communicating verbally. When a vampire turns a human, it closes off their minds to each other forever — something Armand particularly emphasizes in his tirade to Lestat in TVL when he mentions 'the veil' aka 'veil of silence':
"Oh, but it's always a travesty, don't you see?" he [Armand] said with that same gentleness. "Each time the death and the awakening will ravage the mortal spirit, so that one will hate you for taking his life, another will run to excesses that you scorn. A third will emerge mad and raving, another a monster you cannot control. One will be jealous of your superiority, another shut you out." And here he shot his glance to Gabrielle again and half smiled. "And the veil will always come down between you. Make a legion. You will be, always and forever, alone!"
Armand will never be able to communicate with his fledglings the way he can Lestat and others besides his own maker.
And interestingly enough, Armand did accurately prophesize the outcomes of several of Lestat's fledglings over the next hundred years. Gabrielle (shuts Lestat out); Nicki (goes mad); Louis (resents him); Claudia (need I say more?).
Even if Armand didn't have so much trauma from his own life and his maker abandoning him, I have to imagine bearing such close witness as to how the maker/fledgling dynamics played out for Lestat would be enough to make anyone second guess the whole idea. For Armand it must have served to reinforce every preconceived notion he had on the matter. He even said to Lestat:
"Remember that when your dark children strike out at you, when they rise up against you. Remember me."
And we have still to broach the final layer (in this post — dissecting the entire topic will end with me writing a dissertation and nobody wants that). But Armand was torn away from his maker at a very young age and he did spend the next three hundred years of his life in service of a Satanic cult, which was instrumental in shaping his perspective and driving home the belief that vampirism is the ultimate condemnation.
Yet in the centuries of his long obedience, Armand kept two secrets to himself. These were his property, these secrets, more purely his than the coffin in which he locked himself by day, or the few amulets he wore. The first was that no matter how great his loneliness, or how long the search for brothers and sisters in whom he might find some comfort, he never worked the Dark Trick himself. He wouldn't give that to Satan, no Child of Darkness made by him. ~ Lestat passing on Armand's story as it was told to him in TVL
In a way, I think it was the only measure of autonomy Armand felt he might have had during the cult years. He wouldn't give that to Satan! He wouldn't do that to another being!
And yet, eventually... he did.
And yes, Armand was different person by the end of Devil's Minion but it was obviously still a decision that pained him. One that he said he did out of loneliness but also love, and it's up to the reader to decide how hyperbolic Armand thought he was being when he tells Daniel as he's offering him the choice: "We'll be in hell together after all."
As an aside: it fascinates me how Armand and Lestat both suffered from this agonizing loneliness and yet they each approached it in entirely opposite ways.
#i really really tried to be coherent i just have a lot of feelings#armand/daniel#devil's minion#vc#armand#daniel molloy#lestat de lioncourt#mildly meta#quotes
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title: flora obscura (18k words, 1/1 chapters, complete)
fandom: mob psycho 100
relationship: serirei (serizawa katsuya/reigen arataka)
details: rated e (please read all AO3 tags & author's note before engaging), serizawa pov, mutual pining, graduation, imposter syndrome, confessions, getting together, trans reigen, flower language, humor, crack treated seriously, sickfic, UNCONVENTIONAL hanahaki disease, this fic was prophesized by the fanlore wiki, illustrated
collection: written for serirei week 2023 (ns/fw) day five: nature/food & as a burden gift for the inimitable @crownorclover
summary: There are flowers growing from within Serizawa, and although they are beautiful, they are extraordinarily itchy.
(read it here)
#serireiweek2023nsfw#fic updates#my fic#mp100#serirei#hanahaki disease#happy sr week everyone i wrote something unhinged
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Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.
Thank you for the tag, @oliveofvanders!! <333
Most Hits
lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood - DPxDC
Based on this Tumblr prompt.
Lex Luthor has recently acquired a son. Weapon? Parole officer? ...Lex now has a teenaged god and he'll be damned if someone tries to take the kid away from him.
Originally started as a collection of inter-connected one-shots. It was only meant to last twenty chapters. It grew plot. It's almost at 500k words. It's projected to finish at 150 chapters. I am in plot hell.
Second Most Kudos
Two For One Special - DPxDC
While in Gotham, Clark gets mistaken for Bruce Wayne. He's not alone in his dilemma, however, because a teenager by the name of Danny is also mistaken to be Tim Drake. At least Clark's having fun with his fellow captive.
Day 2/November 15th: Mistaken Identity | It’s tough gaining respect from new League members when they find out one of their superiors is a 14-year-old
My submission for the DP/DC Crossover Week in 2022! This one was a lot of fun, and I'm pleasantly surprised to see how many people enjoyed it as well. :3
Third Most Comments
Off With [the Demon's] Head - DPxDC
As it turns out, Damian is not Talia's firstborn. Not her first child, not her first son. This would not be so horrible if Talia's actual firstborn hadn't been stolen from her as a babe. But he's alive. And he's not alone.
As it turns out, Talia is a grandmother. She takes this news surprisingly well. If only Damian did the same.
This was a gift fic for an inquiring reader and it took up so much of my brain that it went from being a 10-chapter quick fic, to being a whole plot-filled, time traveling misadventure.
Fourth Most Kudos
Eldritch Toddler - DPxDC
Bruce is not prepared for when John Constantine hands over a young boy who has been de-aged. While Constantine goes off in search of the one responsible, Bruce and his family are left to care for the child. Danny is a sweet kid, he isn't fussy either! This should be fine. They quickly learn to take Constantine's warnings seriously.
Day 3/November 16th: Eldritch Identities | The worst person to put in charge of teens is another teenager
This is Day 3 of my DP/DC Crossover Week 2022 submissions!! I am pleasantly surprised to see two of that work so high up on this list!! Very nice to see people still enjoy it after all this time. <3
Fifth Most Words
bloodlines - DPxDC
Diana stumbles upon a prophecy, which thus leads her tumbling into a secret long since kept from her and Batman. They had a son together, one who was ripped out of her arms not long after his birth. A son who is prophesized to cause the apocalypse and end the world as they know it. Although they are no longer a couple, they intend to find and raise their son to ensure this prophecy never comes to be.
Neither of them realize that he's way ahead of them.
...This one has 34k words already? I had no idea it'd grown that much in only 4 chapters, holy cow. Welp, I hope to continue it someday, because the brainrot is REAL, my friends.
Fic With Least Words
silly, silly turtles - Tower of God
Takes place between Season 2, Episode 310 - 312
(SPOILER ALERT!!!!! if not caught up)
In which Rak thinks about the many important turtles in his life.
This is actually my very first fic ever! It was just a 600 word one-shot, canon compliant as you can tell from the summary. I actually totally forgot about this fic, it's been so long. But I'm glad I could remember my roots now.
I suppose I'll tag~ @die-erlkonigin6083 @disillusioneddanny and @thewritingowl!! Apologies if you get @'d twice!!
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<- ARTEMIS ->
(This art is a character prompt oc challenge on facebook)
"being an animus, mind-reader and a prophet of the future, artemis already would've hidden herself away from society.
So how was she to explain her frostbreath, fire and flamesilk? Her solution: don't. It was bad enough that her strange antennae was fluffy, and had the four rounded wings to mark a SilkWing. Pushing aesthetics aside, she wasn't even sure how she was lucky enough to get a natural combination of frostbreath, fire, flamesilk, mind-reading, seeing the future and being an ANIMUS. It felt ridiculous that she had to be cursed and blessed. So she hid in the shadows, and never attempted to use her magic or flamesilk, and she tried her hardest to cancel out her visions and keep her mind-reading at bay. But her incredibly odd coloration and scales with fur didn't make anything easier to hide away herself-or her powers.
For the first 7 years of her life she was meticulously cautious and kept herself out of sight; until society found HER. The dragons took her to populated cities, preaching that Artemis was the 'Destined One' who would save all from harm.
'The Prophesized One', 'Our Goddess', 'The Huntress', 'Our Moonlit Maiden'... many nicknames was she called by. She was worshipped-praised and elevated on golden pedestal. Artemis became dragonkind's Goddess and Savior-but with such titles, they came with pressure and greed. The dragons would beg for Artemis to solve their problems with magic or her flamesilk. They demanded more and more everyday, never satisfied with her anymore-but still worshipped her and brought her gifts and offerings, acting as if material wealth would immediately make up for their selfishness and mistreatment towards her.
Eventually, Artemis-understandably-snapped. Before, she had done her best to avoid using magic, but she had no such hesitation now as she magicked anything to murder the dragons who had used and abused her for years; centuries, even! She foresaw this-and she wanted it to be reality. The screams of fear were like music to her ears, and the panicked thoughts made this incredibly enjoyable. Artemis watched the destruction with twisted glee-
revenge felt truly freeing."
[END]
#self taught artist#traditional art#wings of fire#wof oc art#wof tribrid#character prompt#art challenge#wof silkwing#wof icewing#wof nightwing#backstory prompt#oc backstory#not my character idea
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I’m gonna do some fic recs today! Let’s goooo!
What Remains After the Storm, Complete, 86k, rated M by @hushed-chorus
This fic completely sucked me in and transported me to another world. Simon is a goatherd in a small seaside town who finds a nearly drowned man he rescues, only to find out it’s someone important from his past who also happens to be under a Fae curse that has turned him into a merman. The author weaves incredible lore, lush descriptions of harsh but beautiful settings and a meticulous plot that will blow you away. Plus! This fic is accompanied by a staggering amount of gorgeous art by @erzbethluna that compliments the story in such a delightful way. (Seriously, these two are geniuses.)
Swords into Plowshares, Complete, 6.5k, rated T by @ileadacharmedlife
I don’t often click on fics with the crack tag, but if they’re anything like this fic then I am thoroughly missing out! It’s a simple premise. Baz feels jealous that Simon is spending so much time with his new Excalibur sword. This silly yet sexy fic had me cackling with glee at nearly every turn. Come for the sword innuendos and stay for Baz’s paranoia clashing with Simon’s enthusiasm.
A Gift From the Propheseals, Complete, ~7k, rated E by @skeedelvee
Simon is sent on a mission to ask the propheseals to grant him visions to help with defeating the Humdrum and instead is gifted with visions of a future with Baz that is very different than what Simon would expect from his nemesis. This fic is tender, sexy and sweet and is accompanied with fantastic art by @letraspal that really adds a dreamlike quality to Simon’s visions. This premise is so creative and at just under 7k you will devour it quickly and be left with a warm feeling in your chest.
The Sexual Education of Simon Snow, Complete, ~15k, rated E by @eelwinks (LakeWitch on AO3)
Watford-era, Agatha wants to have sex so Simon sets off on a journey of educating himself on the intricacies of the act, with the help of his dread companion, and to the consternation of his roommate. I know, I know, this is an older fic, but some of us are slow readers and take a while to get to things. If you’re like me and you missed this one (or have been meaning to get to it) you should go for it. Of course the sexual tension between Simon and Baz is delicious but also I thoroughly enjoyed Penny bravely trying to teach her friend about sex with nearly zero boundaries.
Personal Best [Link to the Podfic version] Complete, 36min, rated T, written by @scone-lover and read by @petrodobreva
Man, there are some fabulous podfics in this fandom, and if you haven’t checked any out yet, this is a great one to start with. This Normal AU features Simon and Baz as rivals on the same swim team and does a beautiful job showing the progression of Simon’s admiration, frustration and feelings of inadequacy morphing into attraction and want. And @petrodobreva adds a rich layer of brilliant characterization, coupled with lovely voices/accents and extra touches of sound effects and music. Plus, if you like this one, she has a couple of other CO podfics that are done with equally superb levels of production.
And We Still Do, Complete, 8k, rated T by @facewithoutheart
Another one that came out months ago that I missed! This fic is really like 5+1 mini-fics, imagining Simon and Baz meeting in various different AUs. Each one is a mini world the author crafts beautifully in a short time, pulling you in and making you feel as if you’ve read 20k in each of them. My particular fave was Simon and Baz meeting at 5 years old, but honestly, they are all fantastic. Do yourself a favor and immerse yourself in each of these worlds. You won’t regret it.
That’s it from me for now! I’ve read other great fics but I’ll save them for another time. Thank you to everyone who continues to tag me btw! I love reading your stuff and hopefully I’ll have words of my own to share soon.
#fic rec#carry on fanfiction#snowbaz#I’m still writing I promise but it’s still been slow going and I continue to not really have anything I think is worth sharing#soon I hope!
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