#a queen and her pesky bird

[martuzzio]

HERMITCRAFT CATCHPHRASES

Hi, here's a (hopefully comprehensive) reference list of hermit catchphrases! The main goal here is to help writers and artists who (like me) might struggle with getting the characterization of some hermits right. Check out more info at the end of the post!

Note: this list updates a lot whenever I get new suggestions, which means reblogs aren't always fully accurate. I've linked this post to the top of my blog so it's easy to access the most recent version :)

Bdubs Shreep / uh-oh, gotta shreep! Crastle I love ya to death It’s gorgee Beyootiful Uh oh! Hell’s blazes! Hawsies YOU'LL SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO! Shuddup! Judas priest! Bdubs' PERFECT REDSTONE!! What in the world! Holy cow! Nuh-uh! Hoimycraaaaaf Whimsy Trying my heart out

Beef EEskall That was my nickname in college! Nailed it! Dangit! Beefy Tunes Smelly Etho Opulent Etho? Oh, yeah, I own him Eyy, I go up and I go down. Ladders! / Eyy, ladders! Beef taught Etho about redstone Oh my goodness! Oh boy! What the heck Oh, baby! Quote unquote A ton of __

Cleo Class dismissed! I don’t need your stinky torches I will break your legs Trash is fish The answer to everything is leather pants Not because it’s the sand castle you deserve, but it’s the sand castle I need! What did you do, Joe…. It's FINE, everything's FINE Lovely Silly I mean... Not gonna lie... To be fair...

Cub DA CREAMADA CROP Alright guys Nice, nice Ladies and gentlemen / ladies and gentlemen, we got ‘em Eeeeasy money Beautiful, absolutely beautiful Mmmmmhmmmmmm Holy smokes Let's goooo! Sweet Oh, baby! Man, oh man Without further ado Peace out Cheers / cheers, man There's some heat coming off that thing

Doc Are you kidding me now? Alright guys Can’t touch this The G.O.A.T. Etho, get to the damn land man! It all started when Grian touched my redstone… Epic

Etho Uh-huh Like-a so Oh snap Get your snacks! Holy smokes! Take care, have a good day, bye bye Aww snappers! Aww yeah Von Sway I barely know ‘er! Speaking of llamas Bright blue bamboo E. to the T. to the your mum Beefaroni / Beefers Speaking of llamas… That’s what she said! Free glass Eyy, I go up and I go down. Ladders! / Eyy, ladders! Suckerrrr! Check it out

False Blimey Awh dude Frick False Supremacy Oh my goodness I don't know about you guys, but... Props to __ I'm not gonna lie...

Gem Gem is great Her [name] is [adjective]! Gem will __ ("Gem will watch Impulse") Perfect! Epic It's true, I swear! Not gonna lie... Oh gosh! Trust the process Nailed it!

Grian Hello! My name is Grian Good… byeeeee! Pesky bird My heart! My little heart! Mumbo Mumbo you are AFK Can we just agree that Mumbo loses? What in Queen Elizabeth’s shiny crown was that? It wasn't me, it was the man in the chicken costume! SaAaaaAaAnd Chobblesome SCAR NO— / NO SCAR— In theory… Electric boogalooo What does this button do? What on earth? This is in shambles Get outta here! Hear me out... We don't have __. What we DO have is __ Just straight up Without further ado Crack on Bingo bango Yes. 100%

Hypno Right, right Mmhmm You guys Dang guy

Impulse What’s goin on everyone? Shovel Shuffle BEHIND YOU GEM! Peeps Geez Let's goooo! Are you kidding me? Oh, man Now we're talkin'! Holy smokes Oh my gosh How cool is that? Jeez! Dang it! Buddy Presi (for present) You bet!

Iskall Hallo -skall ("richskall") That’s mega / that’s looking absolutely mega Omega “Excuse me? Sir?” __ of doom Okay, lol And I will see you dudes in the next episode I’ve had a realization Oh for goodness sake! It’s not fat, it’s big-boned Not gonna lie SaAaaaAaAnd Very fine Great success! Bird poop Bumbo Cactoni Do you even bust? / Do you even bust bro E Pag

Jevin Hypno smells! Oh my god Sucker What the heck Dude Man I swear

Joe Howdy y’all! That’s the Joe Hills difference! I will now say a poem of my own devising Core concept Keep adventurin’! Time skip! Who’s the guy who conquers death? That’s Joe Hills No not rage quitting I have to pick up my daughter from school or my wife will rage quit me! Grow Hills / Expand Joe Joepacity / Jhost

Keralis Look into my eyes and nothing but my eyes Wanna buy a book? Spank you very much Just sit back, relax, and enjoy Like this, like that I can see my house from here! Bubbles, Shashwammy, Sweetface, Princess Lookie lookie at my cookie / lookie lookie at my cookie… no, please don’t Like-a so I love your face I’m a real boy! I don’t k-nove (know) Not like this! Booshes Clever girl But first… lemme take a selfie I’m sinking… mayday mayday we’re sinking! Hallo yes dis is de German coast guard what are you sinking about? Scary harry larry I’m alayve! Breathtaking — no you’re breathtaking Mm-kay Oh behave I’m a simple man MeOOOow Welcome to my humble abod-ee Not too shabby My face! My palms are sweaty, mom’s spaghetti Tag 2 Booga Booga Stiffy nipples Batman! First I was afraid, I was petrified...

Mumbo I worry about myself sometimes I'm not really quite sure if I like that or not Yeah… yeah that's looking good… I guess… Dude! Chuffed to bits It’s a bit pants I’m such a spoon Oh my word It’s quite simple, really / it’s actually quite simple Bonkers I’ll catch you in the next one. See ya Off you pop Oh goodness me! Hermit challenges — initiation! All done and dusted To be frankly honest Seriously seriously cool Absolutely nuts I don’t even know what to say Iskall I feel sick Peace, love, and plants Moon’s big Mumbo for Mayor Quite simple

Pearl Lovely Bonkers At this point... Cheeky / you cheeky What's this? Mate

Ren Now we’re cooking with gas / we be cooking with gas today Ladies, get in line! / ladies, gentlemen, everybody get in line! You picking up what I’m putting down My dudes Y’know what I’m sayin’ Coming atcha frommmmmm Dude Coming from left, right, and center Greetings cyberdogs and citizens of the Interwebs, this is Ren-diggity-dog comin at ya in another episode from the Hermitcraft server (ey!) Automagically Jazztastic Janktastic Oh baby Like nobody’s business Looking absolutely magnificent Anyhoozle Twaddle Renstone The Octagon is a well-oiled machine! [word]-age [word]-ation [word]-i (to make things plural You love / hate to see it I'm just sayin' / if you know what I'm sayin' Professional __ Jazz Anyhoozle Exqueeze me? Freakin' Some serious __ What's happenin', baby? Chesticles

Scar Scarred for life Woah, what in the world! It’s gonna be am-ay-zing LOOK at the siiiiize of that Well, hello there my fellow miners and crafters, GoodTimesWithScar here. Welcome back to the wonderful world of Hermits and crafting Don’t forget to subscribe or you might just become scarrrred for life! Looking super fancy Let’s hit super fast build mode! Look at the size of that Appreciate ya Hotguy! Operation: Aquathunder! That’s what she said! Rapscallion You silly goose Oh, sweet baby Jellie! Bayum! / Bam! The bee's knees Easy peasy, orangey squeezy

Stress Are you havin’ a giggle? / are you takin the mic? Mate Oh my god / oh my gosh / oh my good gordons Gorgeous Plonker Geezer Ohhhhh nooooo! Yeeeesshhh I legged it Such a pro / I'm such a pro Proper __ Cheeky Bloke Thingamajig Ain't [word]-age [word]-ies

Tango Happy fun sauce -ificator, -inator, -ness, -tastic Skadoodle Fearsome bunny slippers Noob juice So here’s the deal Holding shift Shwoop Flim flam Poop came out Extra dumb with dumb sauce / __ of extra dumb Flee with extra flee! / fleeing with terror! Boom booms Gah! The dungeon is ready for its next victim Behold! Results may vary! I think my math is correct, but it’s been known to be wrong This is the worst timeline. I hate everything Big no! You— you freak of nature! Jerkface Jerkbutt Excellent How embarassing This is true Zombert Bits This I gotta see! Right in the face! [word] is happening Yeah baby! Stupid jerks Boop This is the best / worst thing ever! Niner niner niner [general unintelligible noises]

TFC What in tarnation! Crap-tacular Humongous Butt-ugly Ugly as sin Oh, goody Ender-twits Bugger Oh, fart For crying out loud

Wels Words are hard If you will Super __

xB Aww yeah Mmkay Son of a biscuit Pretty frickin' __ Man Get frickin' wrecked! Chestacle Dang it Staaph it Oy vey Crap on a cracker Dang it, Bobby! Dang guy

Xisuma Oh goodness me Oh dangit Geez Peeps I’m such a derp Oh my days Chooturial Issooma Allo Woa’ah Brought (instead of bought) My dude Achacha

Zed Hello hello hello A-good a-bye Muckin' about I lied TaaaAAnnGoOOooooOOOo Hu-jah! Pretty darn __ Certainly Rubbish I'm [word]-ing [word] me [word]-iness What happens is... Get kersplatted! Epic Oh my goodness!

More Info

So I'm currently writing a HC fic and realized how little I know about some of the hermits (I unfortunately don't have time to watch all of them), which made it really difficult to depict them properly in my writing. I'm assuming at least some of you might also struggle with this, so, here we are!

If you know of a catchphrase from any hermit from any season, comment, reblog, send me a an ask or dm, dm me on discord, whatever works the best :D

Note: when I say "catchphrase," I mean anything a hermit repeats over an extended period of time. It can be something said during a single season (like "You'll speak when spoken to!" or "Hermit Challenges!"), or something that spans their entire careers (like "Aww snappers!" or "Plonker"). I'm not looking for one-off quotes that are never bought up again — there's some great sources (like @hermitcraft-correct-quotes) for that already :)

Sources (which will hopefully expand with time): This reddit post from four years ago This other reddit post also from four years ago Reddit from three years ago This cute diagram A more up to date source Another Xisuma's dictionary on his website HC character tv tropes page This incredible google doc

#Hermitcraft #hermit catchphrases #hermitcraft catchphrases #hermit quotes #hermitcraft quotes #This post is going to update many many times so reblogs might not always be up to date #if you have a suggestion to add please let me know!

[crystaljellie]

I’m doing it I’m yapping.

Okay so my life series fantasy AU

Basically Joel and Jimmy were isekai’d into this fantasy world. Everyone else is already part of the world. Jimmy basically wake up with Grian standing over him (Grian is a parrot Avian in this as per usual) and Jimmy totally freaks out.

And all I know from there is that Jimmy and Grian overthrow Ren and Joel heads to the feywilds and meets Lizzie. Oh and flower husbands meet and kiss by a lake, I’m sure there will be angst I’m getting there

So now actually about the guys

Bdubs

Moss spirit

He lives in the forest and loves to cause chaos

But also he helps people get in an out of his forest because it’s dangerous at night

Being a moss spirit Bdubs body is basically just made up of moss

Bdubs and Grian have issues, and when I say issues Grian causes problems and Bdubs has to deal with the aftermath

BigB

BigB is a fae who lives outside of the fae wilds

He has a bakery in the main city of the kingdom Ren and Martyn rule

He frequently speaks to the royal order something something maybe suspicious things

He’s best friends with Tango who he met through Skizz

Etho

He’s an Arctic fox

He lives in the ice realms which are relatively near the southern realms which is where the kingdom is

Jimmy breaks into his house by accident at some point and Etho just is like

‘This guy is my kid now’

Jimmy has no idea how to escape forcibly assigned son

Scar

A desert elf (desert duo ref)

Scar used to live in the kingdom before moving to the desert realms with Grian (they’re boyfriends)

Scar is a falcon tamer, usually he just tames regular falcons but was called into the city square to deal with a particularly pesky boy which is how he meet Grian

He also still has a wheelchair but it has like magic powers, Scar used his desert elf powers to make it so his wheelchair can drive across sand.

Grian

A Parrot Avian

HE CAUSES PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE

He has little bird legs and he likes to fly onto Scars falcon brace

And he takes shiny things from shops in the kingdom

He’s the one who recommended Scar go back to the desert

Impulse

A Sun Imp

There are lots of different types of Imp’s

Depends which realm they were born it

Impulse was born in the sun realm

Martyn

He’s a wood elf

And he and Ren have issues

Ren and Martyn learn to stop tyrannic ruling

I’m gonna get the watchers involved somehow

He’s being given instructions and visions

He tries to follow them but it only leads to dead ends

Or death

Lizzie

She’s a Fae

And the High Queen of the fae

So she lives in the feywilds

Do her people lowkey kidnap Joel?

Yes but that’s a separate issue

Mumbo

He’s a vampire :3

But instead of drinking your blood he’s more like

Sunburns…

And can’t enter a building without permission

Sometimes you’ll just see Mumbo walking around with an umbrella

Everyone knows he’s a vampire

Sometimes they offer him blood he always says no though he thinks it’s rude of him

Skizz

Skizz is an angel

But he’s also the most unlucky person in the world

He was the first person to buy from Tangos shop and they became good friends because of that

Skizz is aware of the watchers due to his angel origins

Scott

Scott is actually a star born

But he disguises himself as a Sea elf

He lives in solitude behind a waterfall in a flower meadow

He has long elf ears and coral in his hair that looks like it’s arranged slightly like a flower crown

Starborns have the ability to take the magical abilities of their surroundings or their friends, so Scott has magical powers relating to water and flowers, but this can change based on his surroundings in which he can gain additional powers (Water and Flower related powers will not change because he’s lived in the meadow for so long)

Something with him and Acho (his brother) having an argument, causing them to split from each other and adorn disguises heading down to the over realm

Scott has spoken to the royal counsel before but they do not like each other which is why he did not choose to live in the city, He is courteous with them but only really visits the city to speak with Impulse who he made friends with while living in the city.

Starborns being a rarer and more hunted but also very powerful species and kept track of by the royal order so he was mainly there to fill out paperwork

Tango

Tango is a fireborn

Fireborn do not have parents they spawn from fire and are only found in the Nether realms (Not to be confused for the Nether World) At the age of 16 Fireborn creatures will leave the Nether realms to find a home for themselves. The only fireborn who reside pass the age of sixteen are those who are unable to leave or caretakers of fireborn young.

So when Tango was 16 he left to the southern arms to set up a mechanics shop

When Tango gets angry his fire hair goes blue

Tango also had a mechanical arm :3

Pearl

Pearl is a lunar moth

She and Grian are siblings

They cause problems together I love them

I sadly don’t have much for anyone else right now :(

I’m working on it, but they’re my sillies and I can’t wait to make this a fic it’ll be so fun

#life series #trafficblr #flower husbands #scott smajor #tangotek #skizzleman #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #bigbst4tz2 #ethoslab #goodtimeswithscar #grian #impulse sv #martyn inthelittlewood #lizzie ldshadowlady #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #jimmy solidarity #joel smallishbeans #renthedog #fantasy au #treebark #life series au #life series fantasy au

[most-creature-vibe-tournament]

Round 2 poll 6

Propaganda:

Grian (Hermitcraft / life series / evo smp)

Pesky bird?

Pearlescentmoon (Hermitcraft)

A lot of people draw her as a moth!

#ok I gotta step in here#Pearl is a fuckin creature of all creature#shes an alien a moth a literal goddess a 4am bloodthirsty fighter and queen of the deep frost#you can look up clips of her making the most creature noises as her default noises#she is the most creature

#grian #hermitcraft #life series #evo smp #pearlescentmoon #tumblr polls #polls #creatures fight! #round 2

[rengokuswif3]

Being the Demon Queen

A/N: First time writing for Muzan, I am a simp for evil Michael Jackson here so hopefully I did alright!

The two of you got married hundreds of years ago, you were just as feared and respected as he was, but like him you weren’t seen often and almost a myth

The Twelve Kizuki answered to you and were loyal to you as well, and you were just as cruel as your husband

Okay but Muzan sitting on a throne and you’re sitting at his feet with your head in his lap, and he’s running his hands through your hair as he kills off the useless demons to give you a show

AKSJSJJDJDJR THE TWO OF YOU BRING EACHOTHER DEAD HUMAN PARTS LIKE HOW CATS BRING THEIR OWNERS DEAD BIRDS

Muzan would absolutely spoil you. When he’s off on business for days, he’ll come back with a new set of beautiful hair pins, a new kimono made of the finest silk in Japan, gorgeous jewelry sets with blood red jewels, all that sort of thing

You live within the Infinity Castle, and you share the most gorgeous quarters to settle into after a long day of killing off pesky humans and useless low rank demons

You can share your blood like he can, be he doesn’t like when you do cause none of these demons deserve it, even his Upper Moons

Okay but he’s totally a love biter, he just loves the feeling of his fangs sinking into the flesh of your shoulder and you don’t mind the feeling of it either

Loves watching you use your Blood Demon Art, he finds it mesmerizing and beautiful and will never get tired of watching you put demons in their rightful place, way below you

Not that you really need it, but he’ll have Kokushibo act as your body guard while out in the human world at night. God forbid any stupid Demon Slayer tried to mess with you, cause Muzan will make their death long and painful

And if any demon gets blood on your dress, your eyes glow dangerously with fury cause YOUR LOVELY HUSBAND GOT YOU THIS WHILE HE WAS IN TOWN HOW DARE THEY

You do get a bit territorial when the female demons worship him just a bit too much, same with Muzan getting jealous when male demons are being a little too nice. Yes all demons should worship both of you but not too closely

Like when Daki gets a little too handsy with Muzan, you get jealous and start fighting her until Muzan calmly tells the both of you to knock it off

#I SWEAR IM WORKING ON REQUESTS #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny #Muzan

[stonebricks-mcytstuff]

I absolutely love the Hermitcraft kingdom arc they’re doing right now because my brain is getting so many ideas (this became really long so I put them all under the read more)

We’ve got:

A sad pathetic wet dog of a king. Trying so hard to become menacing and enforcing rules but his pathetic vibes just overshadow his “kingliness”. If the pathetic hermit survey ever makes a comeback he would absolutely be my first option on there. Also his establishment of a new type of currency (~Royal Emeralds~) because his diamond coffers are empty is giving me DerpCoin flashbacks and I see absolutely no issue with this uh huh no siree this will go down well in Hermitcraft, a diamond currency server, mhmm, no problems here at all chief

A yes man with a knife ready to stab you in the back, the kingmaker Bdubs has once again put another person on a position of power that he is actually the true owner of. This scrunkly moss man has enamored me with his really obvious “villainous henchman who is ready to replace his boss any moment” vibes and honestly you go king— I mean, Royal Architect, sir

A king’s court that are like, one second away from taking the throne away from Ren themselves. 4/6 of them were at the Xisuma party (Bdubs, Cleo, Joe, and Cub) and yet only Bdubs was the only one who owned up to it. Their loyalties to the King are on absolute thin ice that I won’t be surprised if several (or all of them) become moles for any resistance brewing up on the server (or pull an Eret and betray Ren for like, The Perimeter or something). Cub’s video has most them ready to jump ship (or attempt regicide) during the part where King Ren is asking for their loyalty and paying them with ~Royal Emeralds~ so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

Plus, the king’s court and the lack of diamonds in his vault isn’t even the only issue that our king has, we’ve also got:

Menace #1: Pesky Bird himself. I absolutely love that he is aware that we’re expecting a resistance from him, and his N.A.R. bit is very funny because it feels like he would break any second now and just pull out a resistance plan board behind the N.A.R. wall (not to mention his Rift thing because his way of telling a story with the AU Grumbot slaps)

Menace #2: Just a Tomato Farmer, Docm77, ruler of the independent state of the Perimeter. Honestly he feels like an overpowered supervillain who got bored of being a villain, so he got a piece of land that he could use for tomato farming and other farms that are gamebreaking but mostly for fun, but now King RentheKing is pulling the tyrant arc and Doc is like “whoops, time to go back to being super evil, I guess” and just pulls a L’manberg arc but he’s the overpowered one in the situation so what is Ren even going to do about him? Also, his Goat Tapes and the Perimeter National Anthem are ABSOLUTE BANGERS I highly recommend giving those a listen if you want to hear cool music alongside gamebreaking

Menaces #3, #4, & #5: the Soup Group. I’m not even surprised that Impulse, capitalist CEO of several shops on the server, is the first to take a stand against King Ren “thy must throw your diamonds into the pit” the King. Pearl “cleaning lady who likes to make soup but my past life is an absolute wet cat of a serial killer and a queen who will kick your ass” is also not a person that I’m surprised about. Gem, however, has that “my friends are doing this thing so I might as well join them” vibes and I love that for her. Also, GeminiSlay will be fun to see right alongside the other two who are admittedly bloodthirsty in their own rights (though for Impulse an interesting thing to think about is how Bdubs being on the other side of this “conflict” affects his plans, seeing as the Life series is vaguely canon on Hermitcraft so that is also fun food for thought). In their trio meeting as well, the way that the three of them plan to do a resistance by annoying the king off the throne is top tier, and the way that their vibe is “We’re going to destroy a monarchy :D” is something that I want to see further because I want to imagine a future Hermitcraft episode where this trio has “Committing Regicide | Hermitcraft Season 9” in their episode titles and it is just them putting Ren in a death loop while still using their positive vibes voices (This is me just wanting to see more GeminiSlay, Unhinged 5AM Pearl, and also maybe a bloodthirsty Impulse, don’t mind me)

This isn’t even my entire rant I can keep going with the rest of the hermits but yeah I love Hermitcraft Season 9 so much any hermit posting a new video is a joy to watch (even if it isn’t Hermitcraft content because I am here for the content creators on Hermitcraft and not necessarily Hermitcraft content itself). I am that one guy who is camped at the Hermitcraft website and being excited when the “All Videos” section updates, don’t mind me kskskksksksks

#hermitcraft #king ren #rentheking #renthedog #bdoubleo100 #bdubs #zombiecleo #joe hills #cubfan135 #grian #docm77 #soup trio #soup group #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #geminitay #sb rambles

[milkflour]

Hermitcraft / Empires' Smp Watchers / Gods / Demigods / Saints / Watchers / Celestial Deity in a nutshell .. (Not Included Axor and Exor)

- Grian .. Pesky Bird, Taste for TnT.. Willing to devote his life to make a Fish or a Cowboy mad ..

- Lizzie .. Ocean Queen, Scam Artist and loving Bi Wife. Would build a Multi-Level Marketing Scam if given the chance ..

- Jimmy .. Small Damaged Egg, Destroyed the World with Fishes, 2nd Gay Fish in Media ..

- Pearl .. Humble Farmer, Strong Fighter, Connected to her Empire of "Gilded Helianthia," and died along side it, enjoy watching her friends be reincarnated while she on the couch in Heaven ..

- Joel .. Overcompensating for EVERYTHING, God Complex and Below average height for a God ..

- Pixlriffs ..

- Gemini .. Celestial Deity, Embarrassed Dnd' Nerd, LARPing as a Princess in other dimensions as so her friends don't find out ..

- Bdubs .. Slut for the Sun, So short that the rift didn't even realize he was in their for a week ..

#esmp x hc #empires x hermitcraft #empires smp #empires #esmp #empires season 2 #hermitcraft #esmp s2

[unexpectedly-haunted]

Assorted Fic Recs!

If you like these fics and want more recs, here are three more lists!

Hermitcraft

When This World Is No More (The Moon is All We’ll See) by Silverskye13: The end of the world from Cleo’s perspective. Hermitcraft ensemble are all included, and it’s a wonderful Moon Big fic. Hurt/comfort, hopeful ending. Words: 5201 Chapters: 1/1

Somewhere In Space by 2point5: Ren and Doc are travelling through outerspace, and Ren finds recorded messages from the other hermits around the ship. Strong sci-fi elements, sort of post-apocalyptic. Vague, cliff hanger-esque ending, the vibes are incredible. Words: 4356 Chapters: 1/1

monsters splitting hairs by Silverskye13: Fantasy AU, centered on Ren, Doc and Gem as monsters living a mountain town, keeping their less-than-human nature secret. All hermits mentioned, some more important than others. Love the worldbuilding and characterisation so much! Words: 63781 Chapters: 16/?

and they were roommates by Beans_McGee: Uni student Ren ends up roommates with supervillain Doc, a crackfic treated seriously and then some. Surprise angst as well as humour, but overall hurt/comfort with happy ending. Words: 42769 Chapters: 32/32

a pesky bird in the hand by Odaigahara: Borrower!Grian bothering human!Mumbo, with a very fun and in-character dynamic. Words: 2116 Chapters: 1/1

The Woods by InsaneWeasel: YES I have recommended this before YES I am doing it again. Mumbo-centric Horror AU, with strong thriller/mystery elements and many other hermits. I’m still thinking about it months after first reading. Words: 55360 Chapters: 8/?

Third Life/Last Life

those who held up the sky before atlas by hallmarked_error: The final battle of Last Life, told from the four finalist’s perspectives. Just. So good. Words: 4984 Chapters: 1/1

This Is The Way The World Ends by hallmarked_error: A character study on Etho, Cleo, Scar, Scott, and Martyn in Third Life, and ends in death as Third Life fics are want to do. (Martyn’s chapter has changed me as a person) Words: 16116 Chapters: 5/5

there’s a fire in my brain by echo_of_words: Scott’s time as boogeyman, and the struggle of resisting the curse. Really good interpretation of canon! Words: 3878 Chapters: 1/1

falling doesn’t feel so bad (when i know you’ve fallen this way too) by mangop1e: Third Life AU where there are three parts to Ren’s trials, now including a magic soul-binding ritual! Fun times are had. Words: 5148 Chapters: 1/1

the fae queen, the collared dog by weareallstardustfallen: Last Life series where Lizzie is a fae queen, and Ren signs his soul over to her. Really interesting exploration of that concept, and what it means to human or not in a death game. Words: 2,849 Works: 2

Double, Double Boogey Trouble by ShadesSwift99: Last Life AU with Boogeyman Mumbo, but something’s not right. Overall a very distressing time, but he ends up mostly okay! Words: 2,213 Chapters: 1/1

Wooden Mausoleum by skelew: Third Life AU where Martyn betrays the Red Army, but not for the reasons you might think. Major angst, beautifully painful. Words: 3807 Chapters: 1/1

yes, the only way out is down by skelew: So, Ren gets his head cut off. Martyn’s POV. Graphic violence warning, and I mean graphic, overall a fantastic fic! Words: 1248 Chapters:1/1

Crossovers

From the Archives by sixteenthdays: An ongoing TMA crossover series, already with several statements from different hermits and non-hermits. References Third Life/Last Life as well, and just really cool! No knowledge of TMA is needed. Words: 22,741   Works: 10

late at night, when the stars don’t quite right by lunarblazes: Empires SMP and Hermitcraft crossover, Pearl-centric with focus on Gem and Grian. Pearl is a Ruler without a patron, but then an odd parrot lands in her backyard and things get,, interesting. Fantasty elements, and angst with a happy ending. Words: 46270 Chapters: 6/6

Underdog by anonymous: Empires SMP and Third Life crossover, mutiple POVs. Fwhip is having a great time as an admin and as a character, but then Ren, one of Lizzie’s guards, starts an Empire when he definitely should Not be able to do that. Mystery elements, and super interesting lore around what it means to be on a roleplaying SMP! Words: 16178 Chapters: 8/?

this fic by me, because hey why not: Martyn ends up on HCS9 after Last Life without any idea what’s going on, and soon runs into Ren. Hurt/comfort with happy ending. Words: 3364 Chapters: 1/1

Hope you enjoy these fics, and feel free to recommend more/your own :D

#hermitcraft #third life smp #3rd life smp #last life smp #empires smp #fic recommendation #fic rec #writing

[yeehawpim]

The queen has spoken now I have to write it

@quiddie this is for you

They went to help Pernacus clear out his tower. It wasn’t particularly interesting business— refugees filed out much the way they came, trudging up the arm of the great mountain with new hope in their eyes. She sang with Lucient’s harp to lead them along, Mossbrow and Vatra somewhere behind. By the time the floors were empty and their tabaxi friend was fussing over the kitchen, Hareth had disappeared.

She grins as Vatra makes regretful sounds. Girl had to secure the bag. She didn’t even say goodbye.

Lucient is sighing, talking about checking the state of his new propagandist songs that were spread before their fight with Glycinder. He looks so tired, even after she’d healed all of them. The broken black string on his harp still hangs broken, loose as he stores it back into its case to leave. 

He shakes Pernacus’ hand, touches Mossbrow’s arm, ruffles Vatra’s hair, and is gone. There’s a nod towards her too, some words she can’t remember anymore. Her hand brushes the unused rapier. What will happen to its broken sister, made of the same stone? Will you throw her away? Will you sing songs of me with the strings that are left?

They stay for a night, resting and recovering. Around a table of excellent tea that she’s sure only Pernacus and her are properly appreciating, they talk the next day about the things that happened. Their host scratches at his chin, speaking of plans to conceal the tower with further magical means. Now that hundreds of people and two gods had been around, it made sense to get on that. You don’t want to see us again?

When the afternoon rolls around, Pernacus starts serving in reverse order. She couldn’t even blame him, really; she’d watched as his shoulders get tenser through the day as they’d had to cast dozens of mendings under Kevin and Mossbrow’s feet. Making up some excuse, she herds the two out into the wilderness without explaining all the pesky social cues.

“I’m going to go help,” Vatra announces, looking off towards where the mountain had left yesterday, “I promised Orinda.” She resists the urge to roll her eyes until the girl had already bounded off. The feeling of the warmest hug lingered around her waist, the smell of cinders and trees in the halfling’s hair fading with her steps. You don’t have to feel guilty. Stay, I will love you no matter what.

“Well. Just me and you, buddy. Why don’t you show me your glade? Maybe I’ll try reconnecting with my spiritual side.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to, Timpani.”

A voice like grinding rocks and shifting roots shouldn’t be so comforting. She has to convince him to fly some of the way and not walk the full three days of travel, but along the way she perches on the flat stone of his head and makes sure none of the water spills.

“Oh, thank you Timpani. The birds will be so grateful.” 

She snickers, not really caring about the birds at all.

“They better be.”

When they get there, she doesn’t know what she expected. There are two patches of naked dirt, perfect grooves for Mossbrow’s feet. He steps into them like they were made for him, and points out the chickadees he’d mentioned in a nearby tree. There’s quiet after she makes the appropriate sounds of interest. When she turns to look, her friend is a statue.

Made of menhirs and wood and vines more than reclaimed armour, her friend is a beautiful carving standing guard in the woods. He speaks to her without moving until the conversation peters off. Of course, he’d never had to move to speak before. But in this space it’s so blatant that it makes her feel stupid to address him. Please don’t make me lonely while you’re right there. Please don’t make me lonely when you’re only doing what makes you happy.

On the second day she makes up songs, deliberately grating and off-key to see what he’ll say. When he still stands inert, she sings so beautifully the gods are sure to listen. The whole time she looks off into the trees, waiting for the sound of familiar grinding stone as deer and birds stop to be her audience.

On the third day, she leaves long enough to gather an orgy on the grassy meadow around him. She even makes sure she isn’t drunk for it. A dwarf gets on the flat of Mossbrow’s head and performs acts that would make sailors blush, and she only just manages not to make eye contact with the dull holes of his eyes. Then she pulls in the next handsome human, her own golden eyes bright as she turns away from the silence.

She wakes in the morning to the sound of birds. Above where she laid unmoving with strangers, the family of chickadees splashed and bathed in the pool on Mossbrow’s head. When they fly away, she gets up and heads back to the capital.

People welcome her with gold and pretty things, and she smiles as sharp as her rapier. Worship tastes heavenly, and she drinks it down with wine. Her hair grows heavy with shiny gifts, she walks tall and relishes in all that she’s long deserved. Sometimes she returns to the woods. Always with an entourage of willing participants to make merry in the night, and if it's near the glade that’s only a coincidence.

The day she opens her eyes to Vatra, it’s the most natural thing in the world to touch her cheeks, to kiss away her uncertainty. Let’s feel sure again, my once and always friend.

#patrick rothfuss #worldbuilders #timpani #aabria #oops i made it kinda sadder tho sorry aabria #im still freaking out over this series tbh #these characters make me feral #i think i was the only one that cried when mossbrow responded to lucient #my writing #truly obscure fanfic lol #more people need to watch 12hrs of actual play so i can nerd out to someone who understands

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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[pitruli]

I’m starting a sketchbook in which i only draw during classes at uni

So far it’s only been Orange Ocelots 17

#i wanted more tall false and small grian #why do my designs go so well together #a queen and her pesky bird #also the one with pete is a redraw of a random screeshot witth that one meme caption #couldn't help but draw it #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #grian #falsesymmetry #petezahhutt #mcc #mcc17 #reshie.art

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Diseased Equilibrium

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"My queen! My queen! There's been-"

"Wait one moment, dear." Mothra was looking off into the horizon. Infant Island was her beautiful home, but it was lonely. No other titans besides Godzilla and Angurius were allowed to come here. It was a rule she would never get used to. All that she could do was bask her grand wings in the sun. She sighed. "What did you want to tell me, Anguirus?"

Said titan was looking everywhere but her. Anguirus was the only other ally Godzilla and she had. His nervousness around her was concerning. It only made her heart ache to see what Godzilla's rule had done to their friends. Or what was left.

She barely recognized Goji.

Despite the guilt boiling within her, Mothra tried her best to appear regal. She walked towards Anguirus with her sharp, mantis-like legs and let out a soft chirr. If she pushed any further, the other titan would roll into a ball of hardened spikes. He had once been her and Godzilla's best friend. They did everything together. Now, he seemed terrified of her.

"It's...uhm...well's its kinda like...so..." Angurius stammered. His head was bowed so low that his green-grey snout hit the dirt. The single horn on his nose uncovered some of the earth. This was strange. While the crocodilian titan was awkward at times, he never got flustered like this. He was an incredibly fierce fighter. Any opponent that underestimated him for his smaller size would be met with a carapace of spikes. This submissive side of him was new.

The moth kaiju chirped. "Please, my friend. Tell me. It is clearly of upmost importance, and it is troubling you."

Anguirus lifted his head from the ground. His teal eyes hardened. "Ghidorah has returned."

Her bright blue eyes began to emit a crimson glow in anger. "That's impossible. Every cell of their's was incinerated in Boston."

"Not the head King Godzilla left in the ocean." Both titans grew silent. The fangs on Angurius' top jaw were fully revealed as he snarled. "The other titans felt the same thing. It's the same energy we felt during the Awakening."

Mothra knew exactly what the titan was talking about. That energy she had felt back then. It was dark and cold, demanding for nothing but destruction. But. Why hadn't she felt it if the others did?

"There's something else, my Queen."

"What would that be, dear?"

"Rodan has gone missing."

Everything around her stopped. The sun no longer felt warm. The birds no longer sang. The grass no longer swayed in the wind. Her mask of calm broke and her antenna quivered in fear.

Near the beach, Mothra saw it. There was ocean of being illuminated with a blue glow. A pulsing, blue glow.

And it was getting closer.

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He couldn't stop. He couldn't stop. He. Couldn't. Stop.

Each flap of his powerful wings disturbed the clouds around him. The tunnel was forming. It would transport him to his true home. A place where he would finally be left alone. No pesky humans and no Godzilla.

The heat within his body increased exponentially. Any normal being would have died or turn to ash, but not him. Without this step, the tunnel would not be complete. Magma replaced blood, and it was boiling. He only flew harder, not caring that fire was beginning to engulf him. In fact, it felt great.

Rodan was f r e e.

Within his talons was his new purpose. The calls had only been getting louder and destroying cities could not keep them at bay anymore. Godzilla's warnings soon lost their effect on the giant pteranodon. He didn't care what the old lizard would do to him for defecting. Would he make Rodan take a nap for thousands of years? Against his will like last time? Yeah, because that is totally in character of him. Consent doesn't matter when you're the alpha. Why bother asking if you can just command everyone to do you bidding? Like killing your entire race just because they posed a threat.

Or murdering his own mother for being an alpha titan.

A thunderous screech was let out of him. His rage made the heat within him explode. Magma rose into his throat and he roared. It erupted from his beak like a volcano and it went straight into the tunnel. It made the entire sky turn a dusty red. The tunnel was complete. Home.

Yellow lighting hit the red skies. Rodan smiled at that, he gently pecked the skull. "I'll bring you back. I promise."

With no further hesitation, the winged titan flew into the flaming tunnel. As soon as it began, it was over. The skies and the clouds turned to normal.

But it was enough for every titan in the world to have seen it.

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"It might be a glitch!" Coleman squeaked from his chair.

After the fiasco in Hong Kong, the outpost they had made there was abandoned. The news that the alien titan that had nearly destroyed the entire world had possibly returned was much more important. Immediately, a meeting was called and all factions were to meet at the ARGO. Needless to say, their military faction was not happy.

Colonel Foster slammed her hands on the glass table. "What the hell do you mean 'a glitch'?! Your highly advanced systems accidentally picked up a false reading of Monster Zero's very specific bioacoustics?"

The screen in front of them did nothing to calm to woman's frustrations. It was just like 2019. Monarch called all of them to this big boat to discuss a fucking eco-terrorist kidnapping a scientist and their daughter. Before she knew it, half her squadrons are dead and ancient monsters now roam the planet. Seeing that creature's name again should have been impossible.

"All we know is that he appeared when Rodan disappeared." Stanton stood up and walked to the screens. His joking nature was gone. "We know Hollow Earth exists thanks to Kong. However, we would have known if our big fire bird was with Kong already. I believe Rodan made a tunnel to a separate section of the Hollow Earth. His radiation must have awakened Ghidorah in some way as well."

Laughter was heard from the soldiers. Most were still relatively new after the grand losses Monarch took when fighting Ghidorah. The only ones that did not laugh were Colonel Diane Foster, Staff Sergeant Anthony Martinez, Chief Warrant Officer Jackson Barnes, and First Lieutenant Lauren Griffin.  In other words, the G-Team. All of them had been the few survivors of the Monster Zero's wrath. All of them had seen what nature could truly be capable of.

Only a knife could cut the tense atmosphere. Monarch was used to being laughed at for their theories, but it still stung. Chen gave a nasty glare at the ones who were laughing. It had little effect.

"SHUT UP." Martinez barked. At once, silence fell over the base. The man was only thirty, but he now looked like he had aged by decades. He looked friendly with his freckled face, but he knew every way to hurt someone. "We all know what the titans are capable of, so stop fucking laughing. I saw what Rodan could do back on Isla de Mara."

He sighed. "I was there. The winds that demon created where stronger than any damn tornado. Buildings, cars, people were lifted off the ground like they weighed nothing. The entire town was destroyed in a matter of seconds. And we all saw the footage of him going after our air squadron. I don't think a dumb animal would know how to execute an aileron roll in midair perfectly."

"Damn straight. I doubt making a portal or some shit is a stretch for the giant turkey." Barnes said from his seat next to Martinez. He remembered the evacuation of the island inhabitants well. The only thing that you could hang on to was the ground and pray that you'll live.

Stanton smiled at the G-Team. He nodded his head in thanks before turning back to the screens. "We were never able to find Godzilla's resting place until we went through that underwater tunnel. It was in the Hollow Earth. How do I know this you may ask? Well. When we returned to the area to examine it after the nuke, we found nothing. I know the nuke would have destroyed everything, but I am talking about radiation. We experienced lethal levels of radiations the last time we were there. The second time we went, there were no traces of radiation." The doctor showed the different graphs they had taken. Several years ago, the levels were incredible high, shown on the graph with a curve. On the other hand, the curve completely disappeared for the newest recording.

At the end of the table, Madison and her father were engaged in an intense staring match.  He was very upset when he heard that Rodan had been spotted in Hong Kong. Mark had been so terrified that he ran out of the court the second he got his daughter's text. She never texted him that she was okay unless she was trying to hide that she wasn't, in fact, okay.

The man wanted to keep his daughter away from the titans. Far, far away. Despite his best efforts, Madison only got more drawn to them as she got older. It was impossible to keep her away from Monarch or Godzilla or the idiotic podcast she listens to religiously. She made it clear that she wanted to work along side him and his colleagues when she got out of college. With all of her previous knowledge, Madison wouldn't need much training. All she would need to learn is to not throw herself into danger at every given  opportunity.

In the background, Stanton was talking about a new mission: Find Rodan and Monster Zero. Mark already saw the glint in Madison's eyes, she wanted to go. His hard stare already answered the question. No.

He wasn't losing anyone else.

Just as the teen opened her mouth to retaliate, alarms blared. The Argo was bathed in red light as the staff and soldiers all sprang into action. Everyone knew that the alarms only signaled for one thing- titans. However, the base was not shaking like it usually does when a titan approaches. It was too quiet.

Running to his computers, Stanton frantically typed in a few commands. "Godzilla's bioacoustics don't match up. He's not underwater."

"But he's the only aquatic titan!" Colonel Foster shouted.

"That we know of!"

"Are you saying there are more of these monsters-"

"ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU." Mark ran a hand through his already messy hair. He ran to Stanton's desk, placing a hand on his chin. "All animals use bodies of water in some way. It isn't restricted to the ones with gills. Polar bears aren't aquatic, but they have been seen swimming for days to find new hunting grounds. Hell, we saw that Kong could swim."

Within the many files of titan names, there was one that stood out among the rest. Scylla.

She had been residing in both the North and South Pole. With her help, the melting of the ice caps slowed drastically. The Arctic Ocean had been frozen over again, giving the animals  their home back. If any titan was able to travel through the water, it was her.

After telling this to Stanton, the sonographer put in her bioacoustics. In an instant, the alarms stopped as they were replaced with the steady heartbeat of the titan. She was calm.

"Can you fly us up before she turns us into popsicle sticks?" Rick said to Foster. The colonel nodded and ordered her team to get into positions. Flying the Argo was a feat of human ingenuity. It took five pilots, four for each engine and one to lead.

"Let's do this." Griffin smirked. She was the best pilot on the G-Team and in Monarch. That title was truly earned when she piloted a plane with a malfunctioning engine with civilians on board. Not only that, Griffin had to fly through the hurricane that Ghidorah had created and the winds of Rodan's deadly wings.

The other pilots went in there seats with Colonel Foster at the helm. Slowly, the moving base rose out of the water and into the sky. Each roar of the engines shook the ground like a titan normally would. "Steady." The women spoke. "Be prepared to fire the canons. We don't know if this 'Scylla' is aggressive or not."

As the Argo breached the water's surface, everyone was met with a magnificent scene. A 341 foot tall titan with six crab-like legs and a head with ten pink tentacles and a grey shell. It was Scylla in all her cephalopod-spider crab glory.  Each step she took caused a thick layer of ice to develop over the ocean. However, the real site was behind her.

Titans of all shapes and sizes walked besides her. Including Scylla, the humans counted seven titans. And they were going in the same direction.

It left an uneasy feeling in the air. At least, the titans didn't seem to pay any mind to the Argo flying above them. The fact that Monarch's sensors did not alert the staff of this mass awakening was enough to scare the scientists. This wasn't good. That much was obvious. In a matter of days, everything that could go wrong was going wrong. Rodan had been their top priority with his attacks, and he is now gone without a trace. Godzilla was not anywhere near his territory, so he could be destroying a town right now. The titans  were supposed to be hibernating, yet they're here on the now frozen Pacific Ocean. And apparently Monster Zero is alive! Is he the one calling the titans again? Will the Earth be under attack again?

"They are being called by Gojira." Chen's soft voice broke through the chaos. She kept her eyes on the titans, they moved as calmly as she spoke. "He has sensed Ghidorah's energy like we have. Godzilla has told them to come to Infant Island immediately."

"How the hell do you know that? Did Miss Cthulhu tell you?" Rick asked incredulously.

Both doctors looked at said titan. She was letting out various chitter and squeals. It was similar to Mothra's calls, but it was in a deeper tone.

Chen laughed, shaking her head. "No." The scientist then pointed at a larva titan. The being was covering in black plates that had red spots with yellow outlines. Its many legs and horns were golden in color. "He did."

Everyone gathered around the window to see the creature. They had never seen him before. No files matched his description.

"Mosura's ani. Mothra's older brother." She touched the window and closed her eyes. Chen pressed her forehead against the cool glass before turning back towards her very confused coworkers.

Doctor Chen had a glaze in her eyes when she spoke once more.

"Titanus Battra. God of Vengeance."

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Volcanoes erupted as Rodan flew over them. The land seemed to glow with the amount of lava covering it. All the creatures of his home didn't seem to mind the magma nor  smoke. They were are impervious to heat as Rodan was.

He needed something hotter.

Rodan beat his wings as much as he could to clear the volcanic ash in the air. His true home was well hidden, only other members of his species could find it.

It didn't take long to locate the place. The giant pteranodon recognized the unique stones that made up his ancestral nest. His kind spent years forming each rock with the magma and dirt of the land. It was built against a giant cliff and seemed to blend seamlessly into it. However, he knew that if you generate strong enough winds, the rocks would be pushed back. An entrance into the cliff would then be revealed.

So, the fire bird did just that. He was in his element when he was in the sky. The feel of the wind against his hardened magma armor felt great. It was so strong that he felt it underneath the plates. His feathers.

That was the old him. He didn't need his feathers anymore. In fact, he didn't want to see them ever again.

They were a reminder of his mistakes.

"I'm home." He whispered. Rodan then went inside the cliff opening. He placed the skull in his beak and walked around the empty caverns. Well, his version of walking. It involved him crawling on all fours; his legs and wings. The three claws on each wing helped him grip against the smooth stone.

Energy was surging through him like never before. Not even the hottest of volcanoes could give him the same amount of pure fire as his home. The radiation soothed his tired body. His puncture wound from Mothra's venomous stinger finally stopped hurting. It had caused him great pain for the past few years, ever since the Queen stabbed him. All this time, the hole that went through his shoulder never closed. It remained open, no matter how much he submerged himself in lava. Relief washed over him as tissue closed the injury once and for all.

Because Mothra had pierced through Rodan's armor, his skin was vulnerable. In other words, his feathers could be seen. Fortunately, the amount of expose skin was small, so it would be hard to notice the blood red feathers.

He wanted to pluck them out, but he had more important things to do. The skull in his beak practically vibrated with power, telling him to find find find need energy now now-

The command focused the bird and he made his was to the center of the nest. Rodan simply followed the increasing warmth, ignoring the many sculptures of his species and the many perches he once rested on with her. He didn't have the time.

When the heat reached its peak, Rodan looked down. An amber jewel was underneath him. It was in the shape of a pillar and barely the size of his claws. Carefully, he grasped the crystal pillar in his talons and began to pull. He flapped his wings until he was airborne, still holding to structure. He tugged as hard as he could until a click was heard.

From that click, the pillar lengthened until it was taller than him. The ground around him rumbled as ancient stones moved for the first time in centuries. He had to move away from the center as the rocks separated into six circles. As the stone circles span slowly, Rodan saw they were moving down. A liquid too hot to be lava filled the cavity. Its color was a mix between orange and white. Titan Essence.

Through the cracks, the liquid spread. The floor that was once dull was now ignited with precious light. It looked like veins of fire running through the stone and it kept going. It went to the walls, statues, perches. Everything. He even saw an several smaller pools be filled with the substance. In the center, a hole in the wall appeared and suddenlty jutted out liquid energy like a waterfall.

It was beautiful.

Rodan crawled towards the center pool. It was so big that Ghidorah could stretch out his wings and there would still be extra room. Speaking of them...

Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Please. Energy. Need it. Need. Brothers. Brothers. Yes. Yes. Yes.

He leaned over the pool with the skull. Everyone said that Ghirdorah would be gone forever, yet here they were. Alive.

The titan opened his beak, dropping Ghidorah's left skull into the deep pool below.

Now, he would wait. Rodan didn't care if he had to wait for millennia for Ghidorah to reform. No one could come for him here. He had all the time in the world. The titan was more than used to being alone.

Then that alien came into his life.

Right off the bat, he knew Ghidorah was crazy and should not be trusted. They had met many times before only for the King to send the hydra back to space. But they always returned. When Ghidorah got unfrozen, Rodan was warry about the three brother's intentions towards him. However, each of them wanted his help. He would be their warrior and partner.

You are very strong, birdie.

We have not seen any other creature fight with so much ferocity.

Help use destroy the Weak King and the vermin he protects.

If you pledge your loyalty to us, we will repay your efforts a million times over.

And he did. The humans destroyed his nest. His parent's nest. Those bugs labeled him a monster while they kill millions of creatures every day. It wasn't fair.

R              E              F             O               R                  M

"What the fuck?!" Rodan squawked.

The pool began to bubble. It them started to boil. Not good. Rodan quickly stepped back from the edge. They can't regenerate that fast, can they?

Suddenly, a spiked tail emerged. It released a deafening rattle to scare off any potential threats. The second one seemed to be missing. A malformed wing them breached. It was leathery and lacked any scales. There were still holes in the tissue that were slowly being closed.

Three horns poked through the hot liquid. Finally, a snout was seen

Instantly, Rodan recognized the head. "San! Can you hear me?"

No response came from the left Ghidorah head. He shook his head from side to side, getting the essence off of him and onto the walls. His yellow eyes looked around the temple with curiosity.

"San?"

"Birdie?" San's voice was ragged and pained. It hurt to hear. "Is that you?"

Rodan cooed to the scared hydra. It was strange seeing them like this, but his need to comfort overpowered his discomfort. The larger titan snapped his head towards his voice and locked eyes with the Fire Demon.

It was then that Rodan noticed the deep scar on San's neck. It was jagged and was located exactly where his head was torn off by Godzilla. As his body rose from the pool, the smaller titan noticed the two lumps. Ichi and Ni had not reformed yet.

A whine left San. He bent his long neck to nudge Rodan's warm body. "The humans. They wouldn't let me die with my brothers. I was turned into this disgusting monster."

While it was true that San was the more emotional of the three heads, he never cried or whined. He was just as lethal as his brothers. Seeing him act like a hatchling was disturbing. What had the humans done to him-

Mechagodzilla.

Rage filled the titan. That hunk of metal used San. No wonder Hong Kong smelled so familiar and wrong. He had found the skull hooked up to so many machines, it took several tugs to get it out. The vermin had degraded Ghidorah's body and did not let their spirit to rest. There was nothing more insulting.

"I can feel them. Ichi and Ni. They are alive and they're angry." San spoke with a shaky voice, far from his usual bravado. His eyes then darkened. "I'm angry."

"Good. We can get rid of the humans once and for all once you've healed."

"No. That would be too general. This is personal, birdie." The alien titan started to groom Rodan's horns. A deep rumble came from him, purring. "I love that bloodlust of yours. However, we should first go after the ones that aided in Godzilla's victory and the ones who turned me into a lab rat. How does that sound, hm?"

"Monarch and Apex." Rodan responded with a snarl. "I know the names well."

Sans purring grew louder in volume. "Such a smart bird. We'll kill them all and then go after Godzilla. This time, he won't have any pesky humans to aid him. He will grow weaker and weaker as we grow stronger."

"We?"

"Yes, love. We. You will deliver the killing blow. The tyrant that you have been under for so long will die under you claws." San rubbed against Rodan's neck, scenting him. The nickname was new and the volcanic titan did not know how to feel about it. "Do you agree?"

Rodan went silent for a bit. He lost everyone he loved because of Godzilla. It was his turn. The fire bird chirped a reply.

The king will fall one way or another. By Ghidorah, by the humans contraption, by Rodan, or by himself. Godzilla was an expert at self sabotaging. He pushed everyone away until they no longer wanted anything to do with him or feared him. This time, the giant lizard's death would be his own fault.

"Yeah. I do."

#ichi ghidorah #gojira #godzilla king of the monsters #godzilla #mothra #monsterverse #madison russell #rodorah #rodan kotm #rodan #rick stanton #anguirus #scylla #kotm #king ghidorah #mothzilla

[mrs-gucci]

Doth Not Fear, For Our Future Awaits {Prince Kylo Ren x Reader}

@babbushka:

Happy follower milestone my dear friend!! My prompt idea for your consideration: A medieval AU where reader is a lady in waiting to the Queen at the royal court, and Kylo is the crown prince who is in love with her. They can never be together...or can they? However you'd like to take this, if you decide at all, would be so much fun! xoxoxo :)

author’s notes: hello, hello! I’m baaaaack after a lengthy case of writers block 😩 my dearest friend, my beloved, thank you for this wonderful request!! I’ll be honest, I restarted this about three different times, but I’m very pleased with how this one turned out for you <3 @babbushka​

warnings (what you see is what you’ll get!): fluff. forbidden romance/love. passionate kissing. themes of infidelity. use of Shakespearean English. some insults are thrown around.

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A gentle autumn breeze rustles the masterpiece of dark tresses that sit atop the head of crown prince Kylo Ren, who stands alone in the moonlight-illuminated garden. The birds have ceased their chirps and allowed for the nighttime singers to shine through, crickets and katydids creating a peaceful melody from amongst the grasses.

He stands by the pond, staring down at his gently rippled reflection in the water. A grimace seems to be permanently etched onto his expression whenever he’s in the presence of his overbearing mother or pesky new bride, creating creases in his skin that shall surely remain for the rest of his living days.

As he looks down upon himself under the soft moonlight, he can only see the miserable face of a young man trapped in the cage of a legacy, unable to free himself from the heavy chains of expectation and tradition. Tonight, though, those chains bear an even greater weight for the young royal.

You're all he desires in life, the only thing he wishes to seek out and fight for. Not the kingdom of Alderaan, not his new bride, not even his mother; it’s you. And now, he’s forever bound to the wrong woman, restrained yet again by the rigid ways of his family’s traditions.

What if he no longer wants to be Prince?

A hollow footstep on the stone courtyard startles him from his thoughts and he turns around to gaze upon the intruder of his serene privacy.

“I believeth thy new bride is awaiting that lady marital bedding.”

His expression softens upon the sight of you striding towards him, turning fully around to properly face you as you stand before him. He holds your smaller hands in his much larger ones.

“The lady shalt beest waiting for an eternity, then. I am doubtful of that lady did suppose pureness, if 't be true i am truthful.”

The two of you laugh softly together at his comment.

“I wanteth nay other, Y/N, only thee.”

You offer the crown prince a sad smile. “And I only desire thee, Kylo, but we simply cannot beest together. I am mistress in waiting to thy mother, the queen, and ye art did set to becometh king. 't is 'gainst the laws of the land and we shalt certes beest hanged if 't be true anyone ever did discover our love affair.”

He sighs, forehead pressing against yours as he looks longingly into your eyes. “I wish things wast not this way, yond people couldst beest free to marry for love, not for status or bloodlines.”

“Me too.” You lean into him, bringing your mouth up to hover over his, and his down to meet yours. Warm, gentle wafts of his breath smooth out across your lips and you give a soft whimper in response, pressing yourself further against him. “Telleth me all thee would do to have me as thy bride, Kylo.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper, considering you’re barely able to breathe through your nose by now, with your face practically smashed up against him, but that’s the absolute last thing you give thought to at a moment like this. He opens his mouth and lazily attempts to capture you in a kiss, fingertips pressing harder into your sides.

“Gods, I would doth aught for thee. I would giveth up mine coronet, mine legacy for thy handeth.”

Slowly, your arms slither up around the back of his neck, feeling a familiar heat rising and bubbling in your nether regions.  “Telleth me more.”

He’s practically slobbering over you now, so desperate to press his lips unto yours. The hunger surges through him as he pulls you flush against him.

“I would square for thee, square anyone for thy love to belong to only me. I would drop of sorrow mine bloody, beating heart out of mine own chest for thee.”

Your pulse throbs neath your flesh, the upbeat tempo of your heartbeat thrumming in your ears. You sigh into his open mouth, hand coming up to grab hold of his silky hair. 

“Moo.”

Suddenly, he sweeps you up off your feet and instantly presses you against the side of the nearest structure, effectively caging you in with his massive form. He snarls softly, pinning you even further into the wall, forcing a quiet gasp from your lips.

“By gods, Y/N, I would killeth for thee.”

You tighten your grip in his hair and pull him down into a sloppy, passionate kiss. He returns the embrace with eager lips, tongue prodding and exploring every cavern of your mouth. His pelvis presses right up against your lower abdomen, rubbing his stiffening length up against you.

“Kylo.” A sigh pushes its way through your pursed lips as Kylo’s head dips down, lips pecking at the taut skin on your neck.

“Did shalt we runneth hence together. I wanteth to declare our love to the kingdom tonight.” His face lights up as he holds yours in his massive hands, smiling. “I’m sick of hiding in the shadows, sick of having to keepeth myself hence from thee.”

You’re riddled with worry over this sudden decision, rubbing the strong upper arms of your lover. “Art thee sure? This idea worries me greatly, mine sweeting. What if 't be true we receiveth did doth catch? They wilt throweth us in the dungeons for sure; our destiny wilt beest but soft decaying down thither until death showeth us mercy.”

“I don’t care. Allow me to prove all I would doth for thy love and for thy handeth, Y/N. I wilt taketh care of thee, I wilt at each moment maketh sure thee hath't everything thee couldst ever needeth and moo. And we wilt beest together, beest free to love one another at last. Who is't cares whither we art or what our fates wilt beest? We can finally beest together without restrictions, punishments or secrecy.” He presses you further up against the wall, lips parallel to your ear. “Mine life isn't worth living if 't be true thou art not by mine side. Wilt thee runneth hence with me?”

Simply just the thought of that makes your stomach go a flutter, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your eyes flicker up to meet his once more, hands cradling his handsomely carved face.

“I trust thee, kylo, thither's few or none will entertain it path thee decideth to taketh; I wilt remain by thy side. If 't be true thee wish to telleth the kingdom, then I wilt telleth those folk 'longside thee. If 't be true thee wish to runneth hence from this lodging, then I wilt runneth with thee.”

Kylo pulls you close for one more embrace, then guides you along back up to the party. Acidic nerves begins to crawl up your throat as the two of you draw nearer and nearer to the bustling ballroom.

Instantly, the Queen rushes over to her estranged son with a frustrated frown on her face. “Whither on earth hath't thee been?! Thy bride hath been by herself all night waiting for thee to returneth!”

He takes your hand. “The lady is not mine bride, mother, not anymore. Y/n is mine bride, and we don't care what everyone thinkest of our forbidden love. I've grown did tire of trying to prithee, of trying to followeth all of the traditions of our family. I wanteth to marry for love, not for the continuation of our lineage, and i intend to doth so with mine beloved.”

Now, people have begun to look onto the unfolding situation, finding it far more interesting than the festivities. Leia’s eyes search her son’s, then flicker over to glare into yours. A shiver swipes down your spine at her gaze of hatred.

“Thee've poisoned mine son. Callet!”

This gets the attention of even more patrons and suddenly, every single set of eyes are focused on where you stand. You wish to simply crumble in this moment, become one with the Earth in order to escape their accusatory stares. 

“How dare thee speaketh of mine beloved in such a manner?! Didn't thee heareth what I did doth sayeth? We don't care what thee bethink of us, what any of thee bethink of us. We wilt beest together, coequal if 't be true 't doth take every single moment of mine life to achieve.” 

The room is completely still and scarily quiet, not a single shift in position or breath can be heard in this moment. Leia stands up straight to look up into her son’s eyes. “I at each moment did knoweth thee wast nev'r did cullionly to beest in this family. I'm ashamed to hath't thee as a son.”

Patrons begin to stir and an angry unrest drapes itself atop the crowd.

“Throweth those folk in the dungeons!“ One says.

“Death to the coronet prince!“ Another exclaims.

From the very back of the room, another voice pops up. “Traitors!“

Suddenly, Kylo yanks you towards the stairs, breaking out in a full sprint.

“Runneth anon, mine love! We wilt hence!”

Your precious shoes fly off your feet as you run behind him. “Kylo! Mine shoes hath't cometh off! What am I to doth?”

He’s quick to scoop you up and carry you in his arms, breath steadily growing heavier with your added weight. He runs all the way down to the stables and seizes a tacked horse, mounting the perplexed creature swiftly.

“Taketh mine handeth. Doth not fear, for our future awaits, mine beloved.”

With a bright and hopeful smile, you take his hand willingly, the wind catching your hair as rhythmic hoof-falls carry you off to your new life, one you get to spend with the love of your life.

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57. “Wait a second.. are you jealous?” + Poorly Timed Confession + modern au 😍 pretty please!!!

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“Hmmm… All right, would you rather, mmm… Smell Borris Johnson’s sweaty gym socks, or snog Professor Slughorn full on the mouth for a straight minute— oh erm, not so straight I reckon on second thought.”

Remus wrinkles his nose at him from across the bed, and clucks his tongue at the awful pun. “You’re unruly.”

“And you’re dodging,”

“Am not arse, I’m just recovering from that very terrifying scenario you’ve spewed out like the sadistic satanist you are.”

“Which scenario are you recovering from though?” Sirius leers, wiggling his eyebrows and jostling Remus’s textbook with his foot.

“I hate that you’re enjoying this so much,” Remus intones in a deadpan.

“Mary John, I’m waiting,” Sirius says with far too much glee.

Sometimes Remus is sure that he hates him. “Fine, the answer is I hate you.”

“Filthy and slanderous lies, Lupin.”

“You’re demented.”

“Five. Four. Three—“

“I won’t choose.”

“See,  all I hear is that you wanna get it on with our chemistry professor, you saucy minx, you.”

Remus sniffs. “Better than touching that prick with even a ten foot pole.”

“Mmmm, have I ever told you how hot and heavy I get hearing you talk politics at me?”

Remus throws him the bird, which makes Sirius laugh. Remus can objectively say that Sirius has the most beautiful variations of laughter in the world, and he’d know considering he’s catalogued each one. This version is definitely top three. His care free, effortless laugh when Remus takes him off guard with a snide remark or lowly muttered retort that’s not appropriate for most company— It’s really more of a experience, truly. His breaths stutter out in a lovely staccato, and his eyes glimmer like the sea, and sometimes it feels like the world’s been suspended and it’s only the two of them in that slice of eternity.

Erm, Ah, but yeah…. That only happens occasionally, and it’s only because Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend— has been since the final year of primary school after Remus had moved to the London outskirts from his small, coastal town in Wales, and on first sight, Sirius swung a snowball straight to Remus’s face, which he of course responded to by throwing two more his way, and well… The pair of them were soaking and breathless by the end of it, but their fate was sealed, they were the greatest of friends, and nothing would ever alter that unquestionable staple.

So what if sometimes Remus’s chest thuds painfully when Sirius dimples his way, or Remus only ever wants to talk to him over anyone else— even Lily or his Mam— if he’s had a bad day, or good one, or if something remarkable had happened, or , or… Or whenever really. And there’s absolutely no significance that Remus can’t help the totally delighted grin that splits his face in half whenever he gets a text or snap from Sirius.

None of that is at all relevant.

Sirius is Remus’s greatest friend, and he’d never risk ruining that by allowing some pesky little crush swallow him whole and clammer out his mouth— vulnerable and throbbing in the open space between them. It doesn’t matter if Marlene always makes kissy faces their way, or how James only ever refers to them as a couple, and so what if Peter’s got a pole running that Remus knows basically the whole school is betting on. 

They’re all wrong, Sirius would never, ever feel the same sort of way that Remus does him, that’s downright preposterous and ridiculous and just simply impossible. And Remus’s perfectly content with that very real truth… He is.

Remus is fine with it God help him. So everyone else just needs to but the fuck out of their business.

Besides, this, this right now— Him and Sirius splayed out on opposite ends of Remus’s bed, with Sirius’s feet nudging at Remus’s elbow whenever he’s got a question about there homework, with the window cracked open just so, letting in some of the chilly winter air because Sirius absolutely can not focus if he’s not cold— the fucking furnace— Where Remus can still hear the going ons of his family playing out on the floor below them… This is the most perfect place in Remus’s eyes, and he won’t ever change that, especially not to live out some boyhood fantasy that would never come into fruition in his wildest of dreams.

Remus’s content… He is… He has to be or else he’d lose one of the most vital people in his world.

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“You’ve got footie practice after school, right?”

“Mmhmm, you coming to watch?”

“Only if you admit i’m your good luck charm,” Remus sardonically bats his lashes at Sirius as if he was in a mascara advert, and the taller boy  blows a raspberry right back at him.

“Nice, real nice. You’re extraordinarily mature, you know that, Black?”

“And sexy, don’t forget that, oh so important descriptor Lupin.”

Remus leans against the locker besides Sirius’s, watches as he trades his current binders for the lot he’ll need for the afternoon, and tries really hard not to stare too longingly at how Sirius’s arm muscles ripple beneath their school’s  maroon, uniform jackets  in the most delicious of ways. (He hates the fact he’s been dissolved into a starry eyed mess lusting over the star striker, but thus is his fate.)

“I’d never commit such a faux pas, and I’m insulted that you’d ever think as much.”

Sirius sneers at him with a slight shake to his head. “So you coming or not?”

“I’m still contemplating my options,” he preens, but before Sirius could retort, Marlene, megawatt smile and dangerously sharp  smirk— swaggers over towards them.

“Good morning my two beautiful chums!”

“What do you want?” Sirius asks before even glancing her way, to which Marlene blinks up at him, faux owlish. “S, I just wanted to greet a couple of my closest companions this lovely December morning,” she defends herself.

“Marls, you’re never this agreeable before noon,” Remus points out hesitantly.

“ And you rarely are even afterwards,” Sirius tacks on.

“Rude,” she pouts.

“Accurate,” Remus pipes in with an apologetic grimace.

Marlene stares them both down for a solid minute before finally relaxing her shoulders, and thrusting out the legal pad in her grasp. “The student council and spirit society are selling corsages for the snowflake formal, and Dorcas has deployed me to get some orders.”

“Whipped,” Sirius teases through a counter-fit cough.

Marlene doesn’t hesitate before smashing the legal pad on his head. “And you traipsing around getting people to buy the tickets for the theatre department last semester even though Re was only playing Mercutio wasn’t you being wrapped around his littlest finger?”

Remus flushes, feeling an unnerving amount of bees stinging around his stomach, and is thankful when the conversation pauses after Sirius casts her a very heated V.  “Sod off.”

“So are you guys gonna buy or not?” Marlene huffs, weight slung to her left hip, and arms crossed against her chest.

“I’m a gay bloke, Marls, did you forget that?” Remus pins her with a one eyed squint, and she just scrunches her face up at him, exasperated.

“I’m sure there’s matching boutonnieres.”

“Fine, I just don’t have any school spirit  then.”

This time she glares. “Lily and James are Head Boy and Head Girl, isn’t there like an oath between you lot,  one for all and all for one, or some rot?”

“That’s the three musketeers,” he says.

“isn’t that basically who you guys are?” She reasons.

Before their wage of words could continue, Sirius just grabs the order form out of Marlene’s hands and fills out a sheet with the flurry of his pen. “Happy?”

“Positively delighted,” she leers, pecking them both on the cheek before strutting off, reminding them of their group study session at Alice’s tonight in her wake.

Sirius shakes his head, reluctantly amused with a grin gathering on the corners of his mouth, but for Remus everything feels like it’s frozen. “You didn’t have to do that you know? ’S not like James is much of a Head Boy anyhow, and Lily wouldn’t have really cared.”

Sirius shrugs, commences their walk to the opposite wing of the school for their shared history class. “Emmy likes that sort of romantical shite.”

Remus sees red, feels his heart lodging in his damn esophagus. “Oh, so— Erm,  you’re taking her then,” Remus wonders if his tone sounds as detached as he feels.

“Yeah,” Sirius eyes him, questioning. “She wants that title of snow queen real bad, made me promise I’d campaign with her and the whole shtick.”

“Oh,” it’s like Remus could feel it when he closes off completely, can feel his hopes squashed down and his heart contract and his every organ collapsing in on themselves, leaving him feeling hollowed out completely.

Sirius slows down marginally, eyeing him with a slight frown. “Is that all right? I know you two don’t exactly get along and we were planning to go as a group, bu—“

“It’s fine,” Remus hates how screechy his voice gets, how he feels like he’s about to scream. “You two are a shoe in, no doubt.”

Sirius tries to mirror Remus’s faux excitement with a tepid grin of his own, but Remus doesn’t let him, instead commandeering their typical table on the back row and tries focussing on the thousandth war with France while his world tilts off kilter.

.-

Emmy is beautiful, and popular and her smile alone dazzles the whole room. She’s everything that Sirius should look for in a partner, someone to match his whip lash wit, and his taste for all things exuberant that skirt on flashy, and someone who’s got just as many friends and admirers as him.

They’re perfect and Remus should just get over his petty ass hatred of her, even if he still thinks she can be down right cruel and selective and selfish. Qualities Sirius surely isn’t… But maybe it’s all in his head how she sneers at people who she finds plane, or how she literally guffaws over the misfortune of others. Maybe his perception of how she wields people in like moths to a flame just to get what she wants is all a misunderstanding, or in his head or something.

Maybe all that’s possible, even if Remus seriously doubts it.

But at the end of the day, Sirius loves her— has been basically infatuated by Emmeline Vance since she first transferred at the start of their Freshman year. Sirius loves her, and who ever Sirius loves is merely an extension of him… Right?

Remus just needs to get over it and somehow rid himself of this crush he’s been fostering for so long it’s basically a part of him at this point. Though, he thinks it’d be a lot easier if he didn’t see their faces plastered on posters everywhere the week and a half leading up to the dance— looking like actual royals that would put Will and cate to shame.

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“Yo cheekbones!”

Remus starts, swivels around from where he was scratching his pen to paper, finding Sirius— as glimmering and beautiful as always— swaggering up to him, insanely electric smile painted over his face.

“Would you rather eat a jumbo jar of jalapeños without a break, or eat the toenails from someone with athlete’s foot next to your dinner every night of the rest of your life?”

“I thought you were having lunch with Emmy to keep up your royalty status before this weekend?” Remus asks, tacitly side stepping from the horrific images swimming to the forefront of his mind because of his cruel question.

“Now that doesn’t sound like an answer to my ultimatum,” Sirius says in a singsong sort of voice.

“You answer me first,” Remus says airily.

“But I asked first,” Sirius argues haughtily.

“Well both your options would kill me, so I wouldn’t do either,” Remus retorts.

“That’s not how the game works!”

“You’re the one who always says that rules were made to be broken,” Remus says, lofty as all get out,, and dissolves into laughter at the completely cross look Sirius’s giving him.

“You were born to be contrary, weren’t you?”

“So lunch?”

“Got bored,” he shrugs, hopping onto the corner of the desk Remus’s working on. “What you up to instead of eating?”

“My position paper for Model UN.” Sirius smiles down at him, and Remus can’t help the flush that spreads across his cheeks in return. “Not as glamorous as running as Snow King, I know.”

“It’s precious,” Sirius contends, his soft timbre sounding like syrup and his long fingers fluttering against Remus’s skin, pushing back a lock of his ever disheveled, tawny curls in a far to gentle way, and Remus gulps before averting his gaze to break the sudden tautness that’s built between them. 

They’ve had so many of these almost moments, ones that Remus’s always treasured but he knows doesn’t mean much of anything at all to Sirius— Sirius who is effortlessly hilarious, and brims with genius and  who is so beautiful that sometimes it hurts looking at him for too long. Sirius who has a new suitor at his beck and call on a near weekly basis. But whenever they transpire now, it just hurts all the more because Remus knows in his heart of hearts that they will never lead anywhere, and Sirius is in love with Emmy and Remus can’t let himself float around in this daydream for any longer.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat, shuffles in his seat only slightly. “I’m Algeria so my Mam’s pretty excited about it. She’s been telling me all the stuff Wikipedia’s got wrong and everything.”

Sirius laughs, but it doesn’t touch his eyes. “Your mother is kinda everything, you know that?”

Remus twists his mouth up, reluctant. “Don’t tell her as much, or else she’ll go on and on how she won Miss Teen Great Britain when she was only sixteen.”

“Hmm, I was wondering where you got that pretty face.”

“You, Sirius Black, can go lick an unwashed arse.”

“You’ll never catch a suitor with that cheek of yours though. I’d work on that, Lupin.”

“I don’t think I could ever win Miss Congeniality, alas.”  Remus doesn’t quite catch Sirius’s reply, to busy responding too the text his phone just chirped with instead.

“Mary John, are you listening?”

“Uh-huh.”

Sirius’s brows hike up, flabbergasted smile stretched across his face. “So totally rude! And I came all the way here— to the place where dreamers die— just to spend time with you.”

“Sorry,” Remus gives him an abashed little half grin before setting the phone back down. “’s just Fabian.”

Sirius’s expression drops, goes inquisitive instead of his typical ebullience. “Fabian? Why’s Fabian Prewett texting you, and why is he,” Sirius crooks his head so he’s able to read the new message that popped up on Remus’s phone’s screen. “Asking about color coordination?”

Remus blushes for an entirely new reason now, one he likes much less. “Ah, he’s the sort to like it when our suits like match, but not in an abrasive fashion, you know?”

Sirius’s face goes scarily blank.

“Your suits? Suits for what?”

“The dance…” Remus says slowly, he’s confused what Sirius’s confused about.

“The dance… Right… I thought you were still going with everyone else?”

“Pff, no way,” Remus scoffs. “Lily’s  only pretending to be single, you know how red in the face she gets whenever around James. They’ll end up dancing the whole night away. And with Dorcas running the whole event and Benjy thinking any social function is a plague on society, that’d leave me stuck with Peter and Mary, . And honestly I’ve seen enough of her tongue shoved down his throat for a lifetime.” Remus is only slightly  surprised that doesn’t even elicit a chuckle from Sirius, who’s now looking a bit stormy— and he thinks he’ll never be accustomed to his mercurial moods that can change as quickly as the snap of the finger.

“Right… So you’re going with Fabian Prewett… as your date?”

“Yes… Why is that so hard to believe?”

“it’s, it’s not,” Sirius scrambles, suddenly standing up.

“Then why are you being so weird about this,” Remus argues, getting up to meet him at his level.

“Am not!”

“You’re going with Emmy,” Remus reminds him, this edge of desperate.

“I know I am, okay. But you— you—“ Sirius tappers off, eyes glassy and lips parted with words he can’t get out, and Jesus fucking Christ is it weird how for the first time ever their roles have reversed. Sirius can’t put any sentences together, and everything Remus’s been beating down—  everything thrashing inside of him— are now burning his throat and warring over who can spill out first.

“What? I’m suppose to stay behind like the pathetic, nobody friend. The guy who’s just there to moon after you while you have an actual life. The Judie garland to your Mickie Roomie!”

“What are you even talking about right now!” Sirius shouts, sounding as torn apart as Remus feels.

“As if you don’t know!” He snarls, collecting his books into his backpack— Suddenly this room feels to stifling. He can’t breathe and it’s too hot and his chest is pounding.

He’s imploding and Remus has no idea how to rectify it.

“Just stop! Remus Stop!”

“leave me the fuck alone Sirius!”

“Why are you being such a prick about this!”

And that, that makes Remus angry, angrier than he’s ever been.

Before he could even think about it for a moment longer, Remus is rounding on him, dashing so close to Sirius that he can taste his breath with how close their faces are skirting against each other.

“I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you for forever, and I know that you don’t feel the same way, and I know that you’re in love with Emmy and, and I just know okay.”

“Wha—“ Sirius sputters, looking like a gaping fish. “Wait a second, are you jealous? Of sodding Emmy Vance?”

“Don’t!” Remus practically growls out. "Don’t disrespect me, okay? Don’t pretend that you never knew, or that I was such a good actor. I’ve been in love with you for years and you always knew and Fine, I get it. You never felt the same way, that’s fine. But just don’t pretend as if you never had the choice, don’t make me out as the bad guy for actually, finally saying yes to a bloke who’s actually into me. I need to fucking give up on the premise of us, I need to get over you. So I’m going out with fucking Fabian Prewett and you’re going out with Emmy Vance and that’s that!”

His breaths are labored, jagged and painful, as they race out of him, but Remus can’t move. He’s staring straight into Sirius’s beautiful, gray eyes, and he sees everything he’s always seen there, and hates that this is probably the last time he’ll get to be this close to him.

Not after this.

“I didn’t,” is the first thing Sirius croaks out, broken and helpless. “i didn’t know, Remus you have to believe me— I didn’t—”

“How! How could you not know!” He shouts back, but Remus doesn’t get his answer in so many words, instead he feels it.

He feels it when Sirius clamps his hands on either end of his waste-line, feels it when Sirius smashes their lips together in a cacophony of lips, and teeth and spit. He feels it when Sirius moans in side of him, when his hand moves down, spreads across the width of the small of his back, pushing their torsos even closer. Remus feels it when everything goes into focus, when he takes Sirius into his arms, greedy and excited and disbelieving.

And Remus thinks to all the other times he’s kissed another boy— To this prior weekend swapping snogs with a beaming Fabian in the back of a theatre. He thinks of how there was never anything worth anything when he kissed any of them Because it was all Sirius, always Sirius. And he could try to love Fabian, or some other cute boy, and he tried, and he tried, and he tried, and he gave all he had…but it was never enough, could it ever be enough?

Remus knows it in his bones that it’s enough when it’s with Sirius.

When they finally pull apart it’s difficult to breathe and Remus feels lightheaded and it’s wonderful in the most marvelous of ways.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” Sirius says in a whisper. 

“Maybe next time give a guy some warning?” Remus can’t help the shit eating smirk that swipes across his mouth and is elated at the adorably cross scowl Sirius answers him with.

“Fine jackass, how’s this for a warning, I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“That’ll be sufficient, I suppose,” Remus goads, laughing against Sirius’s lips when he does just that.

~*~

Sirius ends up winning snow king, but rejects the dance with Emmy, opts to ask Remus to join him instead, as if they were in the middle of some John Hughes movie from the fucking 80s.

It’s utterly ridiculous and overdone and simply way too much— but everyone applauded and cheered and when Sirius kissed him in the middle of it, Remus felt as if his whole body sung with joy.

.-

~My Wolfstar FIC Masterlist

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #SIRIUSXREMUS #REMUSXSIRIUS #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #MARAUDERS #HARRY POTTER SERIES #SPILT INK #PROMPTS #I love you endlessly #!!!!

[drabbles-of-writing]

COTC au, the equivalent to Belos' palisman snapping is that as part of his attempt to build over the creek, he also captures and cages various animals of the creek. Rascal spends time with the other animals of the creek pretty often, as well as with bat queen, and Hunter has to deal with keeping rascal hidden from Belos at home, and also the guilt of capturing what are most likely Rascals other bird friends and such. Luz wanted Rascal as her palisman originally, and so even though rascal is hunter's palisman, Rascal will still come by Luz and her friends area for the birdseed and company - 🌇

ohhh, definitely! Belos I imagine would send the pet-equivalent animals to the pounds or shelters, and the wild ones go to animal control and the like. Rascal is often the pesky little bird popping in to peck at peoples eyes when they try to take the other palismans, but it usually doesn't work as well as he wants it to

and, yeah, Hunter has some guilt about capturing Rascal's friends. It eventually started resulting in him feeling really bad for the other kids who lost their palismans because of him and Belos, because it was a heavy reminder of that happening with him and Rascal. It eventually resulted in him doing his best to sneakily break cages or 'accidentally' mess up a mission or 'just barely' miss catching the animals, and over time, the 'mess-ups' became more frequent. Wonder what'll happen when someone realizes he's messing up on purpose👀

He usually keeps Rascal out of the house because 1) wild bird and 2) he REALLY doesn't want Belos finding him. Rascal usually winds up perched in a nearby tree, and during a storm one night he opened his window and brought Rascal inside, so now the bugger pops in a few times a week and Hunter has to stash him under his bed or in drawers.

Hunter is absolutely Rascal's favorite, but he still likes the funky new girl and he friends, so Rascal will pop over on occasion for free seed and head scritches. Also, he may or may not be hoping that if both Hunter and Luz like him enough, they can come together over their mutual "we really like the little cardinal" and maybe be on better terms. He's a conniving little bird

#asks #creek au #the owl house #toh #emperor belos #hunter #toh hunter #rascal #luz noceda #palismans #cardinal palisman #belos #rascal said 'on GOD I will make you friends'

[delicatelyherdreams]

Pragma(tic) 1: Her Morning Takes a Turn

Pairing: Persephone!Bucky Barnes x Hades!Reader

Summary: In a world where the old gods never truly died, you must learn to navigate your way through the ups and downs of immortality. And if living forever wasn’t hard enough, an ancient evil is now threatening to break free after centuries of silence. And as if that still wasn’t hard enough for you, now a pesky and infuriatingly handsome god is trying to wedge his way into your life. Gods, work, love, and conflict—what more could a goddess need? [Hades & Persephone AU]

Word Count: 6217

Warnings: Language

Pragma(tic) Masterlist

Previous Prologue: The Gods Live

The sun was golden against your skin, filling it with warmth and color you rarely ever got. Birds chirped, filling the air with song, and people chatted warmly all around you. You could hear laughter, squealing, sounds of joy and happiness. It was so different from what you were used to.

You exhaled sharply as you opened your eyes, turning your head on a swivel to observe your surroundings.

The open-aired cafe was nestled in a quaint corner of Olympus. Minor gods occupied the tables around you, some accompanied by nymphs or other sprites, others by children, and others still alone. No matter their social situation, everyone looked happy and content. Small children ran between the tables, playing tag and laughing, while their mothers talked and chatted over brunch. You recognized some of the gods and goddesses around.

Peter, a dryad, was at a table with some of his friends. They were all crowded around a phone and laughing to themselves. They seemed to be watching a funny video. If you had to guess, it was probably a silly trend or meme from the Mortal World.

Hope, the goddess of victory, was chatting with her friend Scott, the god of the home and hearth. Both of them had a sandwich and a cup of coffee straight from the Mortal World in front of them, though the food was almost completely forgotten as they talked to each other, deeply engrossed in their conversation.

Small children, nymphs and naiads, ran between the tables in games of tag, squealing as one was dubbed “it” and began to chase the others. They laughed with childish ecstasy, displaying the joy they had in abundance.

The whole area was just alive and warm. It was so foreign to you, but you had to admit that you didn’t mind it. 

The sound of bickering voices drew you from your observations, and you turned your head to the two women before you.

The blonde, your beloved youngest sister, goddess of the sky and queen of the gods, Carol, was sitting up straight, her shoulders rolled back proudly. She had a smug smile on her face; she was obviously winning the argument—something about a dress she said she was going to wear to the Winter Solstice Gala that was coming up in a few months.

The redhead, your younger sister and goddess of the sea, Natasha, was a little more agitated, though it was a sort of playful frustration. She was hunched over with her eyes narrowed at her sister as she insisted, “Carol, that’s my dress.” 

Carol shook her head, her smile only widening. “No, it’s mine. I bought it from a noble lady in London. I remember it as clear as if it was a century ago.”

Nat arched an eyebrow, her lips curling down in a sour frown. “Are you sure you remember it correctly? I could’ve sworn that I bought that dress a couple centuries ago. No, I know I bought it from Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine in 1160.”

You scrunched up your nose. Twelfth-century English fashion? Definitely not your cup of tea. But you remembered the dress vividly. It was a green thing that really complimented Nat’s eyes and hair but with a style that did not meet your preferences.

Your sisters continued to argue about whose dress it was.

You, meanwhile, watched them with amused eyes, shaking your head as they bickered. Your sisters were always ones to fight constantly, though it was always in good nature. They argued about the silliest things that happened millennia ago—who a goat sacrifice was meant for, who got the sea and who got the sky, who got to be the patron goddess of this city-state or that one—and now, they argued about whose clothes were whose. It was comforting to see that some things never changed over the centuries. Every brunch consistently ended with them bickering over the smallest things. Their sandwiches and mugs of their favorite coffees were long forgotten as they got into it. You’d learned to live with it and just let them duke it out; so long as they didn’t actually kill anyone that is.

But listening to them bicker eventually grew boring and tedious and you’d had enough. You groaned and leaned back in your chair, shrugging off your black blazer which had grown sweltering hot in the sun as you went. Now just in a dark grey tank top, your pleated black pants, and a pair of black flats, you felt much cooler and were ready to end the arguing and your misery. “Come on, both of you,” you called, cutting them off. 

They paused their argument and turned towards you, their gazes questioning and demanding as to why you had interrupted them.

You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes. “Are you kidding me right now? Guys, this is like the only time I can see you for the next month and you want to fight about something stupid and childish?” You grinned at them, your eyes sparkling with a teasing glint. “I wonder why I let you two pretend to be older when you’re so damn immature.”

Carol gasped with mock offense. “You’re only older than us by a decade or two.”

“A decade or two is all it takes, my dear youngest sister. Don’t let the power of your queenship go to your head; I’ll always have sibling superiority over you. And, as the eldest, I say no more bickering.”

“But—”

“It’s Nat’s dress. She did buy it from the queen. There, argument over and you can stop bickering now.”

Nat laughed with an elated “Ha!”

Carol huffed, the breath from her mouth ruffling the hair that framed her face, and gave you an exasperated smile. “Fine, it’s Nat’s. I’ll give it back. We’ll stop bickering. What do you want to talk about since you’re so opposed to hearing our arguing?”

You simply shrugged. Ninety percent of the time you were cool with any topic of conversation, even if it meant listening to their banter, but not today. 

It was one of the few times you dared to venture out of your realm. Being the Queen of the Underworld gave you little to no time to leave. There were always so many things to do and duties to attend to that you rarely made it out for brunch with your sisters on Olympus. Occasions like this were supposed to be a time for you three to catch up, gossip, and bond, not to bicker endlessly about pointless things.

“I’m honestly not sure,” you admitted.

Carol opened her mouth to respond, probably with a snarky remark about how you ought to know what you want to talk about before interrupting an already started conversation, but Natasha beat her to the punch.

“Hey, how’s Mom doing?” she asked, her eyes curious and her posture hunched in to listen. “You saw her last weekend, right? She doing well?”

You nodded, a fond smile pulling at your lips. Out of all your siblings, you were probably the closest to your mother, Rhea. She made a trip downstairs to see you almost every weekend for brunch and to catch up. You’d say she liked coming down so often because it was out of the way and far quieter and calmer than either the Mortal World or Olympus, but you knew it was because she loved your dog. “She’s doing fine.”

Carol leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on the table, suddenly very interested in this new topic of conversation. As the youngest of you three, she probably had the least amount of time with your mother. But, then again, she was the only one who didn’t get digested and got to see Mom the most in the early years. “Is she still working in that mortal hospital?” Carol asked.

You nodded. “Still in the labor ward. She’s the ‘best labor and delivery nurse they’ve ever had’ last I heard.”

“Well of course she is. She is the titaness of motherhood and ease, among other things,” Nat remarked. She shook her head. “I just wish she’d spend more time up here rather than with the mortals.”

“You know that some of the gods don’t like her,” you murmured. “She’s a titan. They don’t trust her. She’d rather be among the mortals who don’t know her for who she is and help them out.” You shrugged. “Anyways, Carol, how’re your queenly duties going?” You wanted to change the topic away from your mother. While you loved talking to her, it was always weird talking about her with your sisters. They didn’t know her like you did; they didn’t know her in the beginning.

Carol hummed. “Oh, you know, they’re going fine. I have to deal with people’s shit all day every day. You’d think that we gods, being as old as we are, would’ve already worked out our problems by now. I mean, Wanda and Pietro still bicker about who’s the better archer, Loki still plays rude pranks, I can barely keep the newer gods in line. I swear, once they find out they’re immortal, it’s a shit-show. They take on the most daring dares and wreak havoc on the Mortal World any chance they get. I know they don’t always mean to be a pain in my ass, but it happens. Oh! But did you hear? The Muses are planning a concert. They’ve got music from…”

And that was about the point when you tuned her out. You didn’t always care about what responsibilities came with ruling Olympus, but you did enjoy seeing her getting excited about the things in her life. She might’ve been a queen, but she was still your baby sister. 

As Carol continued to rant and rave about the concert, you failed to notice Natasha sliding her chair closer to you until she was right on top of you.

“So, (y/n).”

You jumped in your seat. She’d snuck up on you, quiet as the gentle sea she ruled over. You glanced sideways at her, your lips curling back in a sneer. You knew that look on her face and you didn’t like it one bit. “Nat… Don’t you even think about it.”

Natasha smirked, her outward expression cool and collected, but her green eyes roaring like waves on a stormy night with devious plans. “Oh? Think about what, my dearest sister?” Her voice was sickly sweet and practically dripping with honey. 

You narrowed your eyes, your heart dropping in your chest as it steeled itself against what was coming. “You look like you’re trying to play matchmaker and thinking about setting me up with someone again,” you spat. “Well my answer is what it’s been for the past two thousand years: no.”

Carol had stopped talking about the Muses and was now looking at you with pitiful and sad eyes. “(y/n)...”

“Don’t ‘(y/n)’ me, Care. I’ve told you time and time again, I’m fine. I don’t need to go out on a date, I don’t need a boyfriend or a girlfriend, I’m perfectly happy alone.” You didn’t need any of the trouble that came with a steady relationship. You’d had your fill of that over the years. Hands running down your body, lips kissing your mouth, flesh pressed against flesh… You shuddered.

“We know,” Nat said as she tried to placate you, “and we admire you for your strength. ‘You’re a strong independent woman who don’t need no man’ and all, but we think it might be good for you to go out and try to meet someone. That way you wouldn’t have to be so alone down in the Underworld.”

You frowned. “But I’m not alone down there. I have Cerber—” 

“Cerberus,” they finished in unison.

“We know,” Natasha continued. “But we think you’d benefit from some human contact once in a while. We know you still see Mom, and that Clint and Pierce visit you on their errands, but most of the time… You’re all alone down there and we just think you’d be happier if you had someone. I know I’d have already lost my mind underwater if I didn’t have Bruce to keep me company, and Carol wouldn’t be able to stay sane if Maria wasn’t with her.”

Carol nodded in silent agreement, her eyes pleading. “We just want what’s best for you.”

“What’s best for me?” You could feel small bits of agitation rising up in you as you stared them down. The world began to tint red in your sight.

Natasha bit at her lip as she stared you down. “(y/n),” she said, her voice taut and stiff with caution. “Your eyes.”

You turned towards her. 

Her body was rigid and alert, almost as if she was preparing to defend herself. She only took that stance when something made her nervous.

And that something was you.

You sighed and mumbled, “Sorry,” before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in through your nose. 

In, out. In, out. In, out.

When you opened your eyes again, the world had returned to its normal color and you were a little calmer. “Sorry,” you mumbled, your head dipping down in a nod. You heaved a sigh and pursed your lips. “Guys, look, I really appreciate you thinking about me and my happiness, but seriously, butt out of my love life. I don't need anybody; I’m perfectly capable of ruling the Underworld on my own.” You shifted in your seat and averted your eyes. “Besides, I don’t think anyone could really handle me right now.” Also, you had the feeling that no one could give you the long-lasting love you craved.

Both your sisters went quiet, their eyes downcast and solemn. 

You couldn’t help but feel bad for telling them off again. You knew that they just wanted what was best for you, but at the same time, you knew yourself better than anyone. You knew you didn’t need to be set up and that, when you were ready, you’d find someone yourself.

You cleared your throat and began to pull your blazer back on. “I should probably get going now,” you said, grabbing a black handbag that was sitting beside your chair and pulling the strap onto your shoulder. “Lots of things to attend to down under. It’s time for the weekly check on Tartarus.” You inhaled sharply and rolled your eyes, hoping to convey a feeling of exasperation to them. You had no intention of letting them know that you were over godly contact and ready to go home to peace and solitude.

Natasha chuckled. “I don’t know why you don’t send Pierce to do it. He’s capable.”

“Yeah, he’s capable, but you know how persuasive our father can be if he gets into somebody’s head. And, although Alexander is a great god of death, I don’t necessarily trust his mental strength against him. It’s just best if I do it. I know his tricks, I know his lies, I know how to resist him.” You gave your sisters a small smile. “Take care, you two. Tell Maria and Bruce I said ‘hi,’ and don’t go burning down the world before our next brunch. The Underworld is full enough; we don’t need any early arrivals.” You stood up and pushed in your chair.

Carol stood up and made quick strides across the table to your side. With one fluid motion, she reached for you, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you into a hug. She held you tight. “We miss you up here, (y/n). Please, don’t be a stranger, and come back more often.”

You hugged her back tightly. “I’ll try. When things start calming down again, I’ll come back.”

“Just make sure it’s before another half-decade has passed!” Nat called from her spot off to the side.

You pulled away from Carol and shot your other sister a teasing glare. “Then tell the Fates to stop throwing me curve balls and fucking up my life!” You slid over to her and hugged her as well. “Don’t forget, you can always come down to see me instead. I know it’s dark and gloomy down there, but I’ve remodeled my house and I think it’s really nice.”

“So you’re out of your gothic phase?”

You could feel your cheeks heat up. “Gods, I thought we agreed to never speak about that again. I liked the architecture!”

“Mhmm, and the black clothes, and the heavy eyeliner,” Carol began to list, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

“Oh, shut up! The castle’s gone. No more gothic. Now it’s more modern. Have you ever seen those American houses where they’re an open concept, all sleek and box-like?”

Both your sisters nodded.

“It’s kinda like that.”

Natasha whistled. “Nice. Is it still black?”

“Of course.” You chuckled. “Could you imagine a bright yellow house in the middle of the Underworld?”

“It does sound ridiculous,” Carol admitted. 

“Exactly. The black is there to stay.” You smiled softly and took a small step away from your family. “I’ll see you both later.”

Carol’s lips twitched up in a sad smile as she brought a hand up to wave at you. “See you soon.”

Natasha simply nodded at you, a tiny smile of her own on her face.

And then you turned your back and walked away from them. You made your way to the cafe’s gate and pushed it open, making your exit.

It was a short walk back to the main road of Olympus. It was easy to know when you’d arrived because street vendors crowded the sides and people filled the streets. Gods, goddesses, nymphs, naiads, satyrs, and all other sorts of creatures bustled around, darting in and out from stall to stall. Families with children stopped to chit chat with each other, couples held hands as they browsed, and singular people shopped with a purpose. Everyone had a smile on their face, everyone was happy. For a normal person, the path would be almost impossible to navigate. 

But not for you.

The second you got within five feet of a nymph or naiad, they stiffened and the hairs on the back of their neck stood up. They sensed the death that surrounded you and instinctively inched away. Their heads were put on a swivel as they searched for the source of their discomfort and, when they saw you, they prickled further and took a step out of your way, clearing your path.

It used to bother you how they’d avoid you like the plague but now you’d come to accept it. You reeked like death; they sensed it; they didn’t like it. You learned almost two thousand years ago to not take it personally. They didn’t hate you, they just hated what you were and what you stood for. Besides, you never had to be stuck in foot traffic. 

You sauntered down the opening in the road, going as quick as you could so as not to disturb them any longer, but not in a rush. Though you knew you weren’t welcome by most of Olympus’ citizens, you quite enjoyed the feeling of the sun on your skin whenever you came. The feeling was alien to you, but it was pleasant enough to make you want to bask in it for as long as possible. 

You made your way up the road, slowly climbing closer and closer to the golden palace of the gods where your youngest sister lived. It was in her front yard where you could safely make your way home without pissing anybody off.

After all, the quickest way back to the Underworld was to have the ground swallow you up. The journey didn’t leave any gaping hole behind you—the ground always closed up after you sank in—but it did leave an Asphodel flower in your stead. 

Carol didn’t mind having the flowers dot the lawn of her palace. Most Olympians hated the sight of them and saw them only as a bad omen, but Carol knew there was nothing really wrong with the flower. The reason they got such a bad reputation was that they were linked to you. 

Asphodel flowers only grew in the Asphodel Meadows in the Underworld. Mortals believed they had a positive role in the Greek afterlife, but not the Olympians. To them, the immortals, anything related to the Underworld was taboo, almost like it was death itself. Things touched by death and the Underworld were considered dangerous and to be avoided at all costs. You learned a long time ago that if you let the ground swallow you up and plant a flower in your place, the area where you left would be avoided for decades even after the flower had died. It caused a lot of inconveniences for the Olympian people, so you just decided to avoid public places and go to your sister’s yard instead. It was cleaner and less of a nuisance for others that way.

You strolled into the palace’s yard, treading down towards the furthermost corner of the area. There, a small garden of Asphodel flowers lays perfectly still and undisturbed. They’d grown to be as tall as your waist and they shuffled as you moved about them. You tried to keep the garden as small as possible so as to not “contaminate” a large area. You stopped in the center of the garden and dug into your pocket. Your skin hit tiny seeds—Asphodel seeds—and you plucked one out before dropping it onto the grass. 

The seed sank into the dirt, disappearing almost immediately, and the ground rumbled beneath you as it began to tear itself apart. It caved in, carving out a tunnel for you to sink into.

You simply crossed your arms, closed your eyes, and rolled your neck to stretch. You’d made this journey so many times that the fall hardly phased you anymore. You remembered doing it the first couple of times and panicking as you fell. Now, it was as easy as taking a step. 

You dropped through layers upon layers of rock, finally breaking out into a chasm. Your feet hit the ground and you bent your knees to absorb the impact, straightening up when you were steady. You rose to your full height and stood tall, gazing down a mountain at the whole of the Underworld.

You’d been deposited right on the front stoop of your mansion. Perched on the top of a small mountain, you could see everything from the front door.

At the far reaches of your kingdom, you could see the place where the Cocytus, the River of Wailing fed into the Acheron, the River of Woe, which stood as the border between the Mortal World and the Underworld. The far bank of the Acheron was crowded with souls waiting for passage over the water and the near bank was organized with lines leading up to and disappearing into the judgment pavilion. From the pavilion, three lines branched out and led to the three sections of the Underworld: the Asphodel Meadows, Elysium, and Tartarus.

The Asphodel Meadows spanned the majority of the large chasm that was your domain. The flowers swayed without a breeze, instead moved by spirits who wandered aimlessly. It was a place for those who had led ordinary lives, not good enough to achieve Elysium, but not evil enough to deserve Tartarus. The Meadows were as calm as calm could be, perfect for walking your dog or lazing around on a rare free day. Billions of spirits resided there, all of them calm, gentle, and ordinary.

Elysium, with its warm atmosphere, beautiful gardens, and elaborate homes sat just off to the side of the Meadows, its entrance near the base of your mountain. Sanctioned off by towering gates and walls, it lay separate from the rest of the Underworld. It was the place where the best of the best lived after death, filled with kind, generous, and beautiful souls. The souls that had been reborn and achieved Elysium three times lived on the Isles of the Blessed which were three little islands that sat in the middle of a lake in the heart of Elysium. You loved walking down the streets in Elysium. Everyone was so friendly and not a soul shied away from you. They had no reason to fear death; after all, they were already dead. Some of the spirits that had been there long enough were friendly enough to invite you for dinner on the occasional evening when they’d catch you patrolling the streets or walking Cerberus. Those were the nights you enjoyed the most. Mrs. Thomas made a fantastic roast chicken. It was truly a good place to be.

And then there was Tartarus; the “pit”. You shuddered just thinking about that place. It was where the evil souls went when they died, a place of torture, punishment, misery, and pain. It was mainly managed by three of your lieutenants known as “the Furies.” When they weren’t pursuing the wicked in the Mortal World, they were overseeing the torture of the worst of the worst deep in the pit. It lay just beyond the main body of your realm, accessible only through a cave that carved a hole in the outermost wall of the chasm that was the Underworld. The Phlegethon, the River of Fire, with its angry red flames that leaped out at anybody who dared get close to it, flowed into the tunnel taking up half of its opening. The river flowed deep until the point when the tunnel opened up to a cave. Dark, sharp stalactites hung from the cave’s ceiling, ready to fall at any second and impale those beneath them. There was a hole in the middle of the ground that seemed endless, but really, it fed into the real Tartarus. The river flowed into the pit, turning into a waterfall as it roared down. It was a long way down, said to be “as far beneath Hades as heaven is above earth” if you read that epic The Iliad from some Greek guy named Homer. It was about a nine days’ fall to reach the bottom of the pit where the souls were tortured and the worst beings were imprisoned.

You’d only been down there once, millennia ago, when you locked up the bastard you called “Father” and his brothers Crius, Iapetus, Coeus, and Hyperion, and you never wanted to go down again. It was nothing but red and angry. The Phlegethon was even more violent down there than it was in the main Underworld as it tore through the terrain. Tartarus itself was like a whole new world. It was seemingly endless, but it only had the one exit. One could get lost and be trapped there for eternity if they weren’t careful.

It was at the far reaches of the pit, farther than any soul or spirit dared to venture, that you imprisoned your father and uncles, binding them with the strongest chains you could make and sealing them with every spell, curse, and enchantment that you could think of. Layer upon layer of protection was placed upon them, making it nearly impossible for them to escape. You separated the five of them and placed them as far apart from each other as you could so that they could not feed on each other’s strength and escape. Your uncles, as formidable of foes as they were, were no threat to you anymore. They’d gone dormant after the first thousand years or so, reserved to their fates; but not your father.

Kronos continued to fight against his restraints, trying every day to escape, spending as much strength as he could muster to fight your barriers against him. Over the centuries he had succeeded in breaking some of them, specifically the old ones you had placed when you’d first imprisoned him. He was always chipping away at them, trying to weaken them enough to break free to exact his revenge on you and your sisters.

But you’d never let that happen. That was one of the reasons you made your weekly ventures to the edge of the pit. From up above, you could cast more spells to strengthen and set more layers on his bindings. Every week you added more and more to his cage, replacing those he broke, rejuvenating those he damaged, and adding new ones as an extra precaution.

Your sisters were fair to wonder why you didn’t let your inferiors or lieutenants take care of this task for you, but you had your reasons.

For the first couple of years that you guarded his prison, you did let some underlings take care of it. Peggy, your second in command, best friend, and the goddess of magic, volunteered to take care of it while you worked to get the Underworld under control and install order. She did a good job of keeping the spells strong and watertight, but she wasn’t infallible.

Your father, the extremely powerful titan that he is, found ways to let his conscience escape and make its way up to the surface. He would get into her head and anyone else who got close and twist their thoughts around, slowly turning them to his side and against the gods.

It took you a decade to notice that Peggy was under his control. You’d had your suspicions that she wasn’t herself, but it was when she tried to pull a knife on you and slit your throat that your suspicions were confirmed. It broke your heart to have Cerberus restrain her while you reached into her head and yanked Kronos out. Her screams still haunt you to this day. 

But from that day on, while Peggy was recovering, it was you that took care of the cage. That was how it should’ve been in the beginning, but you’d let her take on that responsibility for you. Never again would you subject another being to that. You did not know what it was like to have him in your head, but you had an idea of what it was like in his, and you couldn’t bear inflicting that kind of pain again. So, in addition to making frequent check-ups on the men and women who worked for you to make sure there wasn’t any trace of his influence, you took it upon yourself to personally deal with strengthening his prison every week.

Which was what you had to do right now.

With a heavy sigh, you turned back to look at your mansion and whistled.

At once, a crash, bang, thud, and whimper broke the silence and you could see a large black mass barreling at you from inside the house. The hulking figure shot through a wide doggy door just to the side of your front door and charged at you. 

Your entire face lit up with a laugh as Cerberus attacked you, jumping up to place his paws on your chest so he could have easy access to lick your face. Thankfully he was in his small form so there was only one head trying to lovingly maul you. If he had been full-sized, you’d have an issue. 

At his full height, Cerberus was as tall as your mountain in the Underworld, with three large heads that could see almost everything. When he wasn’t around you in his small size, he’d stand at the gates of the Underworld, guarding the borders and making sure that the rogue spirits didn’t escape. He seemed ferocious and scary because he closely resembled a large black wolf with deep red eyes, but he was really a gentle giant and your metaphorical baby.

You lifted your head up to avoid his eager tongue, instead allowing him to attack your neck as your laughter rang out in the still air. “Cerberus! Down, boy! Down! Yes, it’s good to see you too.” Once you’d gotten him calmed down, you crouched so you were at his eye level and scratched him behind the ears. “Who’s a good boy?”

He barked as if to say, “Me! Me! I am!”

You simply grinned at him and leaned forward to press your forehead to his, a common gesture of affection for you with him. “I’ve gotta go make sure Father hasn’t done anything stupid in a week, you wanna come with me?”

As if it was even a question. Cerberus always accompanied you on your trips, acting as a good guard dog to protect you from some of the spirits that dwelled on the pit’s edges—not that you really needed it, you just loved his company.

“Let’s go.” You straightened up and started to walk down the mountain path.

Cerberus kept perfect pace with you. He knew the way almost as well as you did.

Down the mountain and through the Asphodel Meadows. Cross the Meadows to the Phlegethon and follow the river to the mouth of the cave. Then it was a straight shot into the pit where you could cast your spells. Simple, easy, quick.

You knew the way by heart, not even bothering to look up as you went. Asphodel flowers crunched under your flats as you crossed the Meadows and spirits parted for you to get through; not that they needed to, they were just being polite.

You and Cerberus strolled through the Meadows, coming up to the Phlegethon and following it towards Tartarus.

You had to force your feet to walk as you got closer, a sense of unparalleled dread washing over you. Shivers crept down your spine and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Tartarus was always a daunting place, but today it almost seemed… more so. And as soon as you took one step into the entrance, you knew that something was seriously wrong.

You stopped short, your feet planted into the ground. Your stomach dropped and every warning alarm you had was going off in your head. 

Cerberus had frozen, his ears flattened against his head and his lips pulled back in a snarl. His whole body was positioned to pounce at the drop of a hat.

You rolled your shoulders back and narrowed your eyes. The world began to tint red at the edges, the color slowly creeping in to cover your entire vision. With this new sight, you could see deeper into the tunnel where you saw figures writhing closer and closer to the pit. Something was in the cave, something that didn’t belong.

You grit your teeth and nodded your head towards Cerberus. “Go get Aunt Peggy,” you commanded in a low voice.

He didn’t need to be told twice and took off running as soon as the words left your lips.

You didn’t take your eyes off the mouth of the cave as you extended your hand, calling forth into being your weapon: a sleek black bident that was as tall as you were. Forged for you by the cyclopes millennia ago when you first fought your father, your vibranium bident was a formidable weapon. It was a lot like your sister’s trident, but with two prongs instead of three that branched out from the spear at the height of your chin. Your bident was your primary weapon used for fighting. It allowed you to manipulate spirits and channel magic, morph terrain, and wield the energy of the Underworld, among other things. Plus it was good for stabbing. 

You tightened your grip around the bident’s shaft and lifted it off the ground, moving slowly into the cave. Your feet never made a sound as you stepped closer and closer to the writhing mass. As you neared the souls, your fingers began to turn white with how tight you were holding your weapon, raising it to strike at any second. You were prepared to fight off a small militia of evil souls trying to escape, but what you found when you reached them was not a coup preparing to strike. 

No, the souls were, instead, swarming around a figure.

You muscled your way in through the crowd, using your bident to shove the spirits out of the way and dissipate them. You got to the center of their swarm and looked down. But instead of seeing an animal corpse or something of the likes, you saw something far more serious: a man.

The man seemed to be about your physical age, but you could tell almost right away from the aura he radiated that, like you, he was probably much older than he looked. His short dark hair was tousled and matted, no doubt from the spirits grabbing at it, and his clothes—what once seemed to be a pristine white shirt and jeans—were torn with claw marks and black with dirt. His shocking blue eyes stared up at the ceiling of the chasm, full of despair and hopelessness. He’d obviously started to lose hope that he’d ever escape the clutches of evil that held him tight.

You didn’t have much time to register who he was or what he was doing in Tartarus. You were just in shock that this man, this very alive man, had made it into your domain without you knowing. Your grip slackened and you stared down at him, surprise rising up in you with rage boiling up behind it as the only words you could manage to speak were, “Oh fuck.”

Next 2: He Becomes a Trespasser

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[trillian-anders]

beguiled

pairing: geralt of rivia x reader

warnings: violence, angst, smut, jealousy

word count: 3.1k

description: part 2 of 3. it’s been decades since you’ve last employed the witcher to help you dispatch of a spectre. you seek him out for him to help you with one more task and jealousy rears its ugly head. 

The room smelled of mead. Sweet and sticky. Viciously spread through the bodies until they were dripping with it. Words cooed into ears in dark corners, a hand drifting up a skirt, picking at the laces of a dress. A brawl in the middle of the room over something trivial. A misplaced footstep. A bump of a shoulder, who knows. It was not a party unless someone had a broken bone by the end. It was not a party unless at the end someone was in critical condition.

The Queen sat proudly, poised and sure, nary a hair out of place. Sipping merrily but keeping her wits. Her eyes tracing the shapes of the walls, banisters, chiseled marble. Drifting out among her subjects, her warriors, to keep herself aware of what was going on below her pedestal. Looking down at the merry drunken fighters and the pretty little maids they set their eyes on.

As much as every kingdom felt like they were different, superior, they were all the same. Cheating Kings, spoiled wedding beds, hushed trysts in the night. Drinking yourself blind after an economic win, drinking yourself half to death after barely surviving battle. If the blade were not your end, surely it would be your poisoned liver.

Geralt had seen hundreds of these parties and surely, Geralt would see a hundred more. His cup never empty, a pleasant strum in his belly and his pocket full of coin. He was satisfied with his hunt, the unpleasant beasty falling to his sword, and the Queen paid him handsomely. The gift of a free meal and a warm bed to pass the night. Now he just needed a warm body to fill it.

A scent, familiar, stirred his loins. Lilac and gooseberries. The drift of it curling around him and tugging him away from viewing the brawl from his table. He could almost taste her, Yennefer, his nose picking up her scent. It tore him from the throne room, bathing himself in it as the crisp night air met his nostrils. Cup discarded he followed the trail, far into the hedge maze before him. The twisting and turning leading him towards her. Bringing him closer and closer to the center of the maze. To the small pond and bench, a large tree cloaked in the darkness of the night. The source of the scent directly below, but it was not Yennefer.

It was you.

A cheeky grin on your face as he tried to not show his surprise. Jaw set tight. Fists clenched in a subdued anger.

“Witcher.” You grin.

“What are you doing here?” You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, gazing around at the night lilies, the pond still and silent.

“The question dear butcher,” You muse, “Is what do I want?”

“You tricked me.” A statement.

“Your affection for Yenn tricked you,” You scoff, standing, “It just helped me bring you out here,” The castle behind him still standing, lights from the throne room casting shadows on the grass. “If I knew you had such an affection for her previously,” The last time you’d met, when he ripped the Hym’s claws from your back, “I might not have gone so easily on you.” His mind flipping back decades to the feeling of his back digging into the stone floor. He would be lying if it did not cause his dick to twitch in his trousers.

“What is it that you want Mage?” He was annoyed, you could tell that very well, but he could have just left so it is something.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you last…” Stepping towards him, hands on your hips, you peer up into his face almost flush with his chest, “How would you like to make a bit of coin? I have a proposition for you.” A heated glare, it stirs in your loins and sets your belly on fire. The scent of lilacs and gooseberries evaporating from the air.

“What do you want?” It was a bite and you place your hand on his chest, letting it drift up to hold the side his neck, pressing your breasts against him. Close.

“I need you to kill a little beasty for me,” A doe eyed look, your thumb coming to brush his bottom lip, “How skilled are you at alchemy?”

Very skilled it seems. Those little black vials of swallow sat in a satchel on his hip. Something tied to Roach’s saddle quite tightly as he rode. You lead on your own horse, taking him far away from the city and deep into the dark wood surrounding it. The mare’s steady hoof beats sync, and that is the sound between you. You could feel those amber eyes boring into the back of your head, you had not half a mind to wonder what went on in his. Good fortune brought him back to you, good fortune or that shiny gold coin you had kept for decades now.

His grace and mercy.

You turn to look at him, meeting his eye, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” You ask, “Daydreaming about someone else?” You did not expect an answer, and he did not give one. “You know, she told me about the wish.” The steady beat of hooves. “The wish you’d always find your way back to one another.” It felt bitter on your tongue. “And you made that decision after one meeting?” Bitter and sour, a bubbling in your belly. “I should be bereft that you hadn’t the same fondness of me, but then again she’s a bit more attainable. Powerful. It is attractive really. I could understand… if I wanted to.”

“All mages are powerful.” His low timbre, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“I’m sure her Elven blood helps her none.” You muse. A day’s journey it had been. A small village looms in the distance. “We should make camp.” As the sun begins to set. “I’m getting hungry.” By the river you set a fire, Geralt hunting game.

“So why do you need me to kill a drowner?” He asked, dropping a bundle of rabbits by the fire. “What do you need it for?” You furrow your brow, standing from your crouched position digging through your bag,

“I’m not paying you to ask questions Witcher.” He rolls his eyes, sitting heavily on an overturned tree, pulling the game into his lap to skin and prepare to cook. You shrug your coat back on, sitting across from him. The sound of wood crackling, he set the rabbit up on a makeshift spit.

“What happened with the King?” Of course, he would ask. The King whose son was now on the throne, the curse from the Hym gone from the town, but not forgotten. You were sure he heard tales of his own bravery there. Geralt of Rivia, whether it was fame or infamy was anyone’s guess, but if he did their dirty work for them, he could stay.

 “He died thankfully,” You sigh, “His stupid little heart gave out… his son is on the throne now.” Geralt looks across at you, a strange look on his face. “You know, for a Witcher who is supposed to be above emotion you certainly show a lot of it on your face… What?”

He shakes his head, looking back onto the roasting rabbits before saying, “For a moment I wondered how you felt about it, if you felt anything for it anymore.” The guilt. To tell the truth it comes and goes, but you say to him,

“It’s long forgotten.” Which you are sure he does not buy it, but he drops it none the less. “When was the last time you’ve seen her? Yenn?” He shifts in his seat,

“Eight years now.” You hum.

“She’s ever the flighty bird.” An unimpressed stare.

“As if you’re any different.” He jests. You shake your head, sighing contently,

“I never said I wasn’t.” He looks at you for a moment more, debating something in his head before deciding against it. The dinner eaten in silence, you lay under the stars swathed in your coat, the fire burning into embers beside you.

“You were going to leave anyway.” A whisper. “What difference did it make that I told you to leave instead?” Silence. You could hear the crickets in the distance, singing for their night.

“Go to sleep.”

…

You dipped your toes into the river, the day was warm, you had been sweating in your dress. The outer heavy layers discarded as Geralt walked the length of the river you watched him from the corner of your eye as his amber orbs searched its depths. The Drowner was nearby, that you knew. A ghoulish figure that preyed on pretty milkmaids that were bathing in the river or pulled merchants from a low hanging bridge.

They are necrophages. They drown you and then devour your corpse. And you had brought your lovely Witcher to a nest. The pesky things were severely damaging your trading routes. A little business you had cultivated for yourself, your home being not too far from here, you sold the thing that people wanted the most, a mage’s services.

Your toes in the cold water would hopefully bring them to the surface, pull one out of hiding. You dared to venture deeper, shifting your skirt higher on your hips.

“Stay. There.” He says, eyes moving over the deep depths of the lake. “You always seem to have a death wish.” He murmurs.

“None more so than you,” You muse, kicking your foot in the water. “I’m sure if I were to be swept under, you’d valiantly save me… another song for your little bard to come up with. A tale of a poor maiden and the grizzled Witcher who saved her from a watery grave.” You watched your toes wiggle against the dirt of the lake floor. “Saving her from being eaten by a drowner, so thankful that she rode your cock until morning.” You laugh. But he paused. Settled on one part of the lake’s edge.

“Get out of the water.” Spoken in a panic. You had been in the water to your knees, amusement lost as his eyes met yours, fear. For you. You quickly tread to the edge, feet meeting the harsh rock bed of the lake as you tripped out into the mud, his arm pulling you away fully.

A head bobbed to the surface. It was an ugly thing, scaly and green. A sharp fin sprouted from its back with three spikes and devilishly long talons stretching from its long fingers. You had never seen one alive before, it took your breath away. As one head bobbed, two more sprouted behind him. Three.

“It seems as though the whole nest is hungry.” You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, walking backwards to grab your own sword. Geralt was brave and mighty but a nest of drowners at once was not going to be an easy feat.

“Stay behind me.” The foul creatures trekking through the muck towards the two of you, spreading area attempting to circle. You grip the handle of your sword, the creatures coming close. A swipe of their claws at Geralt’s belly. One moving to the side to encapsulate you. You press your back to his, hand thrusting forward and sending the two beasts on your side back before swinging with your sword and severing its arm from its shoulder. A gooey black blood pouring out. Thick and viscous.

You could hear the smooth movement from behind you, Geralt’s silver sword cutting through the air with speed and precision. Two bodies lay at his feet, one at yours. There is four more. Your hand moves out again, pushing the four back as Geralt lifts his sword and buries it into another, he pushes you out of the way of one’s claws and buries his sword in its belly, grunting and swinging again.  

You huff as the last body falls, gazing over at Geralt. “You’ve got a cut.” You pant, wiping sweat from your brow.

“Very astute of you.” He glares, rinsing his sword off in the lake.

“It’s about to get cold.” You walk over to your horse, grabbing your boots off the ground, “Take their heads and let’s go.” You mount. He looks at you incredulously.

“Go where?”  

“To my home.”

…

It was simple, mostly brick, one story home. It was not what Geralt was expecting. A garden overflowing with herbs, and a cat out front, lapping water from a dish. He dropped the heads in the front garden, he’d scrape their brain matter out later to make his swallow, something he’s sure you’d be able to help him with seeing as you had all the other ingredients already growing beside your house.

“Take your boots off when you come in.” You peer at him over your shoulder. “I’ll make a bath.”

The tub was steaming as he submerged himself into it. Scalding on his skin and burning on his healing cut as he watched you from across the room, stripped down to your shift. Comfortable enough in front of him for that, or maybe you just did not care.

“Have you always wanted to live alone?” He asked, “Is that why you’re all the way out here?” Truthfully, you did live in the middle of nowhere, but living alone, that was just,

“A side effect from not being able to trust anyone.” You shrug, pulling at the laces of your shift, he gazed at the side of your breast revealed, “A mage’s life is funny, being needed by everyone yet being important to no one.” He watched as you dropped the shift entirely, stepping towards the large basin to sink yourself in across from him. “But it seems like Yenn will escape that life too,” A green monster behind your eyes, “She’s important to you.”

“The djin.” He begins, “I don’t know why that was my last wish… I just…”

“You felt like she was your destiny.” A sad smile on your lips as you leaned over and grabbed the bar of soap beside the basin. “In an instant.” It was almost cruel. But he had to wonder,

“Why are you so jealous of her?” He watched you soap up one leg. “You’re just as beautiful, just as intelligent…”

“But alone.” He watches you dip your leg back under the water, switching to the other, “It wasn’t my choice to become a mage, but it was hers. She wanted this power. She wanted to ascend.”

“And you didn’t?” He watches your head loll to the side, resting your cheek on the side of the basin.

“I thought I did once,” His leg brushes against yours, your feet going into his lap, his hands caressing your calves. “But I thought once I ascended people would have to listen to me, that men would have to listen to me, but I just became… a toy. A pretty toy for men to play with.” You rub your foot on his thigh. “I don’t hate Yenn.” You admit, “She’s a good friend.”

“But you want what she has?” You give him a soft glare.

“Don’t get cocksure. I want someone to think I’m important to them,” You admit, “Doesn’t have to be you.” But you want it to be. A strange affection you had borne for him. It was too much, too open. Too raw. He tugged on your legs, pulling you through the water and to his lap, pressing his lips against yours. The meeting electric, hardening your nipples against his chest, his wet fingers burying themselves in your hair while his mouth consumed you. A soft moan like a prayer on his lips.

Your hand drifts down between you, stroking his growing length, hardening him under your gentle assault. His hand groping your ass, grinding your clit against his pubic bone. The rhythm simple, yet effective, his tongue parting your lips as you cum against him, his hand holding your mouth to his while you squirm. His cock found your entrance and bracing his feet against the bottom of the tub he presses himself into you. That burning stretch you remember making your eyes roll.

The water sloshes over the side of the basin as your hips meet, Geralt grunts as you roll your hips to meet his, your moans swallowed by his tongue. You’re brought over once more, his hand steadying your hips to grind your clit on his pubic bone, he lets you throw your head back, letting a loud moan rip from your throat as your legs begin to shake. He picks up a brutal pace, tugging on your hair and bringing your mouth back to his as you feel him release inside of you.

“Don’t tell me to leave,” He says, “Just don’t tell me to leave.” It is spoken into the column of your throat as he works his way through the aftershocks. It was too intimate. You back away. He is lost you. You step from the tub, leaving him in the grey water.

He watches you dry yourself and refuse to meet his eye. He sighs heavily, leaning his head back against the basin.

“You wouldn’t be so alone if you didn’t push everyone away.” It spills from his mouth before he could stop it. You glare at him; he could see your eyes grow wet. Fuck.

“It wouldn’t matter either way.” You wrap the dressing gown around your body, turning your back to him. He sees you look at a coin on your vanity and watches as you run your fingers across the surface. You sigh, “You know when I was a girl,” A harsh swallow, “You saved my village from a beast I hadn’t known existed.” You picked up the coin and turned to him, walking over to the basin where he stood from the water, your eyes locked with his. “Before you left, I placed myself beside your horse, trying to get a glimpse of an actual real-life Witcher.” He watched you move the coin between your fingers. “You gave me this, I was filthy and starving, and you gave me this coin.” You held it between your thumb and pointer finger, “And I’ve used it to call upon you twice now, but you can take it with the rest of your coin and those drowner heads as payment for relieving me of another problem and you can leave right now.”

“Y/N…” You drop the coin into the tub, it sinks down to his feet and he watches you crawl into your bed, facing away from him.

“Leave.”

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