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twola · 6 months

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Sorta got carried away with the prompt list…(I must be ovulating because DAMN the pregnancy prompts got me going)

But #161, 154,151,140,125- where the reader is preggo and miserable walking around camp so the gangs giving out ideas (sexy time) and Arthur’s like ;) then later on the reader is like ya know what get over here.

Do with it what you will.

You do the best with anything you type!

Xoxo

Oh - trust me, I am into this.

I'm also eight months pregnant myself so I am SUPER into this. Am I projecting something here? Perhaps…

Pain Relief

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI, Pregnancy Sex, Breeding Kink

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You are very over it at this point. Really. Very over it. It’s a struggle to get yourself out of the cot that you and Arthur share.

The morning sun beats down on the worn canvas of your shared tent, and you know it's by some divine providence that Miss Grimshaw hasn’t summoned you to work yet. Or maybe it was Arthur snapping at her when he saw you struggling to carry a basket of laundry.

That must be it.

But a laze you are not - even now, when your swollen stomach makes any kind of movement difficult - when your sleep is nearly non-existent and the pains and swelling and overall discomfort are driving you crazy.

Pushing yourself up, you huff, annoyed that seven months ago you were chasing down bounty hunters on horseback and now getting up out of a cot makes you lose your breath.

God, this was terrible. Finally getting around to standing up, you glance at yourself in the small mirror Arthur uses for shaving. Your chemise stretched taught over the swell of your belly. The dark circles under your eyes from lack of quality sleep. Sighing, you run your fingers through your long hair to tame it, or at least attempt to. After fighting with the fabric of your dress to cover your frame, you shove your feet into your boots and breathe out heavily as you sit back on the cot to tie the laces. God damn everything is a struggle with how swollen your belly is.

By the time you make it out of the tent, the midmorning sun beats down, and you shield your eyes for a moment before you feel a small tug on your skirts. You look down to see Jack give you a toothy grin, one small hand fisting the cotton of your skirt and the other clutching the most recent toy Charles had carved for him.

“Auntie, you’re so big! You look ready to pop." Jack pipes up excitedly.

You laugh as you hear a cluck of disapproval as Abigail follows in her son’s footsteps, “Jack - that’s very rude of ya - shouldn’t make comments about ladies like that.”

“It’s alright, Abigail,” You smile at her as she frowns down at the boy, “I do feel ready to pop.”

“Y’look like the baby’s dropped… ain’t long now.” Abigail’s eyes trail down to your belly as she shoos Jack off to play elsewhere.

“Too long in my opinion.” You roll your eyes and Abigail chuckles in return.

“Ladies!”

Susan Grimshaw’s voice cuts through the peace of the morning. Abigail’s gaze looks past you to where the sharp disappointment came from, and you frown as you hear footsteps stomp ever closer before the camp matriarch pushes into your view.

“There’s laundry to be done,” Susan eyes you up and down, “You can certainly sit and still do the washing. C’mon, get to it.”

She waves her hands at you dismissively, Abigail rolls her eyes and starts to head over toward where the other women have started doing the day’s wash.

You scowl at Grimshaw’s retreating figure, rubbing your aching lower back as you too make your way over to the edge of the camp, where the large tub is filled with soapy water and the pile of men’s shirts seems to be overflowing. You sigh tiredly, finding the stool

Mary-Beth places her hand on your back slightly over your own, massaging gently as you sigh in a moment of temporary relief.

"Try walking, I hear it helps. Tilly and I will cover for you for a few minutes.”

You thank her quietly and slowly make your way to the woodline of camp, taking a few minutes to walk back and forth before giving up and sitting down on the stool, letting out a long, labored breath as you wince in pain.

“Y’know….”

You open one of your eyes to see Karen across the tub, a mischievous look on her face. Cocking your eyebrow, you wait for her to continue.

Karen smirks, "You should try having sex."

Well - volume was never her strong suit. Across the camp, the men’s conversation falls silent as several pairs of eyes glance at you.

You flush from your hairline to your chest as you dunk a shirt into the tub, trying to ignore the stares you know you're getting as Karen merely chuckles.

“Aye, Arthur- sounds like you're needed elsewhere.” Javier chuckles and you're mortified.

You spare the quickest glance up in his direction, the man who got you into this mess in the first place. You can see Arthur’s smug grin from under the rim of his hat.

You silently scrub at the rest of the laundry load, handing shirts to Tilly for her to wring out and hang on the line.

“Don’t let her get to you, you know how Karen is. Tilly places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes gently to assure you before returning to the laundry. You sigh, taking another shirt and dunking it into the water.

A pair of boots land in your vision before a hand reaches down toward you. You look up to see Arthur ready to pull you up to stand, a gentle smile on his face.

“C’mon now sweetheart.”

You sigh and take his hand, secretly grateful for the assistance to stand up. He steadies you before pulling your hand to his lips and pressing them to your knuckles.

“How’s about you lay down for a little.” He offers, holding his arm out to you as you wind your own around it, letting him walk you slowly to the tent, holding back the canvas for you to step inside.

You let out a long breath, bracing your lower back with both hands for a moment before sighing. There was just no getting comfortable at this point.

“C’mere, let me help you.”

Arthur stoops down on one knee and loosens your bootlaces enough that he can pull them from your feet one by one. You let a breath out once both boots are off, unable to deny it felt good to get your swollen feet out of them.

“Better?” He looks up at you for a moment and you nod, your hand moving from his shoulder that you were balancing on to your lower back again, idly rubbing at near-constant ache that has settled there.

Arthur stands up and places a kiss to your forehead before turning around and taking his hat off, placing it on the small table where he kept his shaving kit.

Karen’s suggestion echoes in your mind as you watch him run his fingers through his short hair absentmindedly.

You roll your palm over your distended abdomen, frowning.

“You don’t have to lie and tell me you want me.” Your voice cuts through the silence and Arthur swings around to look at you, puzzled.

“Darlin’, it ain’t a lie. It’s never a lie.” He responds softly, taking a step closer to you.

“Really? Lookin’ like this… it does something for you?”

Arthur blushes before looking down at his boots. “Well, I… uh... Yes?”

You quirk your eyebrow, placing your hands on your hips, “I’m a goddamn watermelon-”

“You’re pregnant-”

“Literally swollen up like a damn cow-”

“C’mon now darlin’-”

And damn, if you can’t hold back the tears from collecting on your eyelashes as you spin away from him.

His broad arms wrap around your swollen waist, pulling you back half a step and against his large frame. One hand spreads wide over your belly as you feel him press his lips to the top of your head.

“I… ain’t the woman you was chasin’ after anymore.” You admit with a cracking voice, the tears spilling down your cheeks as your hand falls upon his over your belly, “Who knows when I’ll be able to ride or shoot or do anythin’ like that again.”

His lips move from the top of your head down to your earlobe, where he nips gently. Arthur’s low voice rumbles in your ear, causing a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Whole world knows you’re mine -” He pulls you another half backward and you gasp as you feel the long, hard line of him against your rear, “Christ, you’re the most beautiful thing alive, all big with my child.”

“A-Arthur - ” You whine as one of his hands cups a swollen breast through your blouse.

“Have half a mind to keep you like this.” Arthur continues, his other hand moving downward to slide between your legs and the needy sound that escapes your throat is loud enough to make him shush you as he presses at your core through layers of cotton.

Your hands fly to grasp his forearm as he gently gropes at your breast, and you turn your head up toward his and he greedily pushes his lips upon your own, tongue pressing inside your mouth as you moan into his.

You have no idea how long it is you spend wrapped up in his arms - your hips pressing back into his, his hands groping at your breasts and cunt, your knees shaking as you pant into his mouth.

Those damned hands of this, they keep you under his spell as somehow, he unlaces your skirts and they fall to the ground in a heap around your ankles. He spins you around in his embrace, and his lips fly to your neck as he opens the buttons of your blouse. You let him pull the sleeves down your arm, leaving you in just an old cotton chemise stretched tight over your belly. The seam of your bloomers, soaked, chafes delightfully against your cunt.

It’s only another moment before he’s shrugging your chemise down over your shoulders to free your breasts.

“What’s gonna be the best for you?” Arthur whispers into your ear, his warm, somewhat rough palm engulfing your breast, squeezing it gently.

Your head tips backward as you lean against him, a high and flighty moan bubbling up from your chest. “On- on my side-”

Your chemise flutters to the floor, along with your bloomers, his hands pushing the cotton down of your body.

“Go on, get in the cot and get comfortable.” Arthur nips at your ear again and gives a playful swat to your rear.

You nod, eyes falling from his face to his hands as he pulls his suspenders down his arms and begins unbuttoning his work shirt. You back up two steps to the cot, slowly sitting down upon it, your gaze refusing to leave him as he strips himself down.

With the speed of a man on a mission, he rids himself of his boots and the rest of his clothing and stalks the few steps to the cot. You turn yourself over to lay in it, burdened by your stomach as you let out a long breath as you finally settle down on your side, facing the wagon that makes up the side of the tent.

Arthur slides into the small cot next to you, that warm, big hand finding its way to your belly as he situates himself behind you, pressing all six feet of his frame against you, his body hard, hot, and wanting.

“You tell me what feels good, darlin’.” He mouths against your neck as his hand retracts behind your hip to stroke his cock.

You moan lowly and press your hips back against him, you can feel his smile on your skin as he guides himself to your entrance. The blunt head of his cock presses into the rim of your cunt, and his hand moves to sling your thigh back over his, opening you to him more.

“Mm, that feels good.” Your voice strains as he slides himself deeper into you, a deep, satisfied rumble coming from his chest when his hips press fully against your rear, fully sheathed in your cunt.

His arm swings across your hips, pulling your thigh backward even more as he languidly rolls himself into you. His fingers find that small bundle of nerves as he nibbles on your earlobe.

You mewl aloud at the stimulation, panting as he continues to press himself into you. His low, rough voice whispers in your ear, vacillating from sweet nothings to filthy utterances. The slide of his cock into your cunt is the constant, grounding thing as his fingers that rub at your clit speed up and slow down.

“A-Arthur-” you pitifully whine, gasping as you huddle toward that precipice. He grunts into your ear as he slightly picks up the speed of his hips rolling into yours, still gentle. He pinches at that nub and you’re gone, your legs shaking and hips seizing as you meek through your release, your slick glossing his cock and dripping from your body, even with him filling you.

“Tha’s my girl…” Arthur slurs as his hand moves up to cup at your lower belly, “Christ, I ain't ever gonna be able to stop fillin’ you-”

His murmurs fade into a groan as he presses forward one final time, burying himself deeply in your warmth as he shudders his release into you.

You sigh in contentment at the feeling, warmth blooming from your joined hips. His lips touch the back of your neck as his large hand rubs gently at your hip as he catches his breath.

Arthur gently pulls out, you gasp slightly at the feelings of the loss of his flesh and the dripping of his warm spend from your body. He shushes you with a kiss over your jaw, rubbing circles over your swollen belly.

“Feelin’ any better?”

Your hand covers his over your belly as you lean back fully into his embrace.

“Much better.”

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #red dead fandom #twolafic #arthur morgan x reader #miniprompt

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2023himbotournament · 1 year

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Coming to you all soon: The 2023 Grand Himbo Tournament!!

Inspired by the @nonbiney-swag-competition mainly, created and hosted by @makerofmadness

edit: guys it's already started pleas catch up I can't tell everyone who thinks it hasn't started yet dndndndndndn

Edit 2; The tournament has officially concluded! Thanks for your participation, I will still be using this blog for helping spread other tournaments, and also posting cringe

Welcome one and all, to the most ambitious tournament probably so far (that is to say, I chose way too many characters but in my defense I had found a blank template for a smash bros character roster thing and wanted to fill the whole thing up, even if I had to turn to the dark side to do so for one or two picks): The 2023 Himboff!

Round 1 Part 1 will begin on Friday, hopefully giving everyone enough time to prepare themselves for battle (I describe this as if it's a war and not a tumblr pollnament-).

EDIT: Yes I am being told that I may have included characters who may not fit the himbo criteria perfectly but in my defense i am not in every fandom and my research consisted of furious googling so if google lied to me then blame that

Now, without further ado, here is our roster!!

The himbos, in order from top to bottom, left to right:

Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)

Kronk (The Emperor's New Groove)

Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)

Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

John F Kennedy (Clone High)

Joseph Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Son Goku (Dragon Ball)

Fred Jones (Scooby Doo)

Knuckles (Sonic Boom)

Chandlo Funkbun (Bugsnax)

Hercules (Hercules)

Milo (Pokémon)

Tom Dupain (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir)

Jake English (Homestuck)

Launchpad McQuack (Ducktales)

King Dedede (Kirby)

Jonathan Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Lupin III (Lupin III)

Bolin (The Legend of Korra)

Big the Cat (Sonic)

Joey Wheeler (Yu-Gi-Oh)

Maui (Moana)

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Sun Wukong (RWBY)

Terra (Kingdom Hearts)

Dimitri (Fire Emblem)

Brock (Pokémon)

Emile (How Not to Summon a Demon Lord)

Galo Thymos (Promare)

Gladiolus Amicitia (Final Fantasy)

Groose (The Legend of Zelda)

Hector (Fire Emblem)

Gonta Gokuhara (Danganronpa)

Indus Tarbella (Epithet Erased)

Tyko (Harmoknight)

Okuyasu Nijimura (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)

Zeke von Genbu (Xenoblade)

Reyn (Xenoblade)

Koichi Zenigata (Lupin III)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact)

Killer T Cell (Cells at Work!)

Jean Pierre Polnareff (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Muscle Cookie (Cookie Run)

Flynn Rider (Tangled)

Prince Naveen (The Princess and the Frog)

Captain Underpants (Captain Underpants)

Kofu (Pokémon)

Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Larry the Lobster (Spongebob SquarePants)

Ralph (Wreck-It Ralph)

King Fergus (Brave)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

Joey Tribbiani (Friends)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)

Troy Barnes (Community)

Kamina (Gurren Lagann)

Alfred F. Jones (Hetalia) (sincere apologies)

Andy Dwyer (Parks and Recreation)

Thor (Marvel)

Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl)

Valhallen (Powerpuff Girls)

He-Man (He-Man and the Masters of the Universe)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)

Leon (Pokémon)

Sam (Stardew Valley)

Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100)

Clawd Wolf (Monster High)

Guillermo (Himbo Harem Homicide)

Galio (League of Legends)

Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)

See you all on Friday for when the Himboff commences!

#poll #himbo #2023 himboff #tournament #polls #would appreciate it if people would reblog this to help it spread :'3 I worked hard #Edit: I straight up forgot to list two of the roster members until now dnndndndnd

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thenatezone · 9 months

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You could give any veteran showrunner a fully-staffed writer's room, a 6-week shooting schedule, and a multimillion per-episode budget but none of that would get you a moment like the one in season 2 of Fantasy High when Principal Arthur Aguefort finds out that one of his students is being illegally detained by a sovereign nation so he teleports there and grows big enough to grab the sun and move it across the sky like a fridge magnet before summoning thousands of terracotta clones to crush their army. Presumably you only get that moment by having Brennan Lee Mulligan as your dungeon master

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high sophomore year #arthur aguefort #brennan lee mulligan #and that wasn't even the craziest part of the season #that was just something he came up with in the moment!

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cinnabons-treasure-trove · 4 months

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Hiding out in a cave nearby that was connected to the sea seemed like a good idea as the sun was setting early, Merlin knew there wasn't enough light to reach the village they were staying at not that they could with Arthur being the way he is.

Merlin: [staring]

Arthur: [growling] Don't just stand there looking! Start figuring out a way to change me back!

Merlin: [startled] Erm, right, let me just, [shuffling along he summons orbs of warm light to see his King better]

Arthur: [eyes narrowed in frustration] Well?

Merlin tried to feel out with his magic to see if there was a weakness in the spell work but all it did was excite Arthur's octopus arms which started emanating a purple light.

Merlin wasn't sure if that's supposed to happen as his magic never did that before, probably not a good sign.

Arthur began feeling strange and watches as his multiple appendages grew in size similar to his human arms and slowly they drifted towards Merlin who could only stand there frozen.

Merlin: [nervous] Sire?

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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I'll never forgive him,

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Pregnant/Reader

Summary: Finding out Thomas has been secretly seeing Grace, Y/N leaves with Charlie.

Warning: Pregnancy, fear, anxiety, Angst, Fluff, Guns, Smoke

Word Count: 2.7k

a/n:. Requests are open.

Part One Part Three Part Four

The heartless wind knocked on the windows of the soulless mansion. The red rim of the waning sun faded away, and the moon summoned the sparkling stars and together they travelled, wandered over dozens of fields and millions of glistening rivers.

Y/N was cold despite the blanket covering her body. Her skin was sickly, and it seemed as if she had aged a year. Deep sadness rooted in her aching heart, no longer longing for soothing touches. Gulping, she stared into the void, had counted every unevenness of the wall telling forgotten stories.

Voices echoed, a great tumult of dozens of voices, deep and high, thunder and lightning, but Y/N was sure Thomas wasn’t among them. Fear poisoned her heart, realising Arthur had surely contacted his brother somewhere in London with his old flame. A soundless laugh escaped her, felt like a fool, certain her husband was otherwise occupied.

Deep scratches, crooked and lopsided, adorned her arms. Crimson clung to her fingers, but Y/N didn’t wash it away, couldn’t find the strength to rise and leave the bedroom to clean body and mind. The doctor's voice echoed inside her head, but Y/N felt nothing, felt dull, not even empty, nearly lifeless. Unsure what to do, Y/N closed her eyes. She had never been religious, had once in her life prayed for her husband as he faced death, but suddenly Y/N whispered a prayer in hope the pain would fade away.

Y/N could not be selfish. She wished to depart, close the door and turn to the Highlands and the empty suitcase beside the bed reminded her of the wish, but Y/N knew she could not leave the bed.

A soft laugh escaped her aching throat. Her nails dug harder into the soft sheets but she couldn't find the strength to kick them off her body, brought it closer to her nose, to her face and closed her eyes again as she inhaled the scent she could recognise among millions.

Footsteps drowned the tongues of sailors on ships carried by the howling wind across the world and Y/N lifted her eyes wearily. A wave of warmth arose and a faint smile spread on her lips as the doubts vanished. Her heart ached terribly, struck by dark feathered arrows laced with deathly poison, saw the unmistakable resemblance between her husband and Charlie, they walked alike, wore the same clothes and for a brief moment, Y/N thought to herself that Thomas was standing in front of her at the bedside and not Charlie.

Apologetically, Y/N looked up and gestured with her right-hand Charlie to sit at her side on the bed and the young boy nodded and settled on the bed, on his father's side. Deep worry painted his features as he saw the sadness in his mother’s gaze. Y/N tried to stay strong, and forced a smile, but she couldn’t fool her son.

"What happened Mommy? I heard Arthur screaming at Polly and then I heard a doctor was coming. I wanted to come and see if you are alright, but Polly told me to stay in bed. She promised me you are okay." breathed Charlie, seeing his aunt had lied.

Mist arose but Charlie was not ashamed of the tears, knowing his mother would never tell him not to cry, that he should be strong and a man. Y/N's trembling fingers reached out and gently she brushed the tears away from her son's blushing cheeks.

"I'm sorry you were worried, but I wasn't feeling well and Arthur decided to call the doctor. I didn't want to scare you, my big boy. If you want, we can have a sleepover today. I don’t want to stay alone.", "Are you going to die, mom? I saw the doctor and there was blood on his coat, and I know a coat is always white." Charlie whispered.

His voice quivered, could not finish the sentence he had started, fearing the words resting on the tip of his tongue and he sealed his lips, pressed them into a fine line.

"No, Charlie you don't have to worry about me. I'm not going to die. Look I scratched myself. My skin really hurts, that’s all.", "But there was a lot of blood," Charlie uttered.

She smiled faintly, oblivious to her paining heart. Y/N slowly pushed herself off the wall to be closer to Charlie. A sharp pain travelled down her body but no curse crossed the young woman and she placed her hands on his shoulders, covered by a dark shirt.

"I'm fine. Look at me Charlie," she spoke.

Y/N placed her fingers below his chin and forced him slowly to face her. Cautiously, Charlie lifted his gaze. Closer, Charlie slid to his mother's side and clasped her hand, searched for hold, dreaded his thoughts.

"See, I'm fine. If I wasn't then I'd be in the hospital. The doctor gave me some medicine and a cream for my skin.” Y/N assured in a gentle tone.

Charlie nodded, trusting his mother, holding her hand firmly, fearing she would slip away.

“Why are holding your belly? Are you hurt? Do you need a hot towel?” Charlie asked.

Her eyes widened and shook her head.

"Nothing escapes you, Sherlock. I haven't eaten much Charlie; you don't have to worry." Y/N whispered

"What did the doctor tell you?" Charlie breathed, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

"I need to rest. A lot, maybe for the next few months. I need to stay calm and in bed or on the sofa. Ada and Polly are going to live with us to help me." Y/N explained.

"Mom, I will help you. I don’t need Ada´s and Polly´s help, dad and I will take care of you. I will not go to the kindergarten and be your nurse. Can I make you some tea? I saw we have strawberries. I know you like fruits and you don’t have to worry I'll ask Arthur if he can help me to cut the strawberries." Charlie beamed, knew his mother well.

Y/N features softened and the last traces of sadness faded away.

"That would be very kind of you Charlie, but please be careful, you can hurt or burn yourself," said Y/N.

Again, Charlie nodded, clapped his hands joyfully and jumped from the corner of the bed and with quickening steps he left his parents' bedroom, opened the door and ran down the long corridor. Charlie laughed, happy his mother was safe and sound. Abruptly the boy came to a halt, slowed down, was careful not to hurt himself and went down the stairs, ignoring the voices of Ada, Polly and Arthur as they shouted at each other. The people failed to notice the boy, too engaged in the conversation. Charlie carried on his way, paying no heed to his aunts, counting in his mind the things he mustn't forget to take with him to nurse his mom to health. His eyes gleamed with joy, saw the tray, the cup of tea, on the table next to the sofa in dark tones.

"You should talk to him. He'll listen to you.", "You act as if he ever listens!" interjected Arthur in an almost annoyed tone.

"He will listen to you more than to me." shouted Polly in fury, shaking her head.

"What do you want me to do? I called the hotel. He should.", "Arthur they have children! How dare he even go back to Grace after what she did to him. He is a bloody idiot. Thomas should be ashamed. When I see him, I will smack him so hard on the head he won't remember her.” Ada screamed from the deepest depths of her heart.

She exhaled loudly,

“He should do a lot of things and the first thing he should do is get his butt back here and beg for forgiveness and hope Y/N will accept his weak excuse. And I don't think any explanation in the world explains why he did what he did." she continued.

Tears travelled down her skin. Dark traces, stains running elongated to the middle of her cheeks, ruined the powder she had applied. Ada couldn't remember the last time she had cried, thought nothing could frighten her anymore after the countless of days of gore, that nothing could summon tears, but the young woman was wrong.

"He certainly has an explanation.", "What explanation, Arthur? Why are you protecting him? There is no explanation. What is his explanation going to be? That he met her in a bar in London and just talked about old times? She wrote him letters, explicit letters and she called more than once and Y/N heard a lot and read the letters. Y/N often picked up the phone and I am sure Grace knew it wasn’t Thomas who answered the call.” Ada interjected.

“Y/N loves him and he uses her and broke her heart. She is carrying his child, and I am convinced he knows, he is her husband. When I entered the bedroom, Y/N wasn’t shocked and she told me she knew she is expecting." Polly interjected, shaking her head.

With her palm, the woman covered her lips, unable to believe what Thomas had done.

Coldness invaded the house. Hatred flickered in the women's eyes and Arthur clenched his hands into fists. Sailors spoke on raging oceans. War had been easier, Arthur thought to himself, thought he would never speak those words, and he faced the opening door.

"I'm glad the gentleman has arrived. Where were you, Thomas? I hope you enjoyed your lovely weekend outside of town." Ada asked in a tone not suiting her.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm. The women built up angrily, trying to prevent Thomas from running into the house like a wild man to run up the stairs. The women laughed soundlessly, and shook the heads, unsure if they should be disappointed or furious, wanted to hinder him, to prevent him from daring to escape the questions.

"Where is my wife? Is Charlie, okay?" Thomas asked.

Breathing heavily, the dark leather suitcase fell to the floor and his fingers fiddled with the buttons of the coat.

"Oh, suddenly the gentleman knows he has a wife. How lovely, I think I should call a doctor again. You shouldn’t drink Thomas as we can see you have serious problems with your head. Is it past midnight? Oh surprise! It's Monday. I think he forgets on weekends that he is taken and shouldn’t be playing with other skirts.” Ada sneered, with her arms folded in front of her chest, turning her back to the stairs leading to the first floor of the house.

Puzzled, Thomas looked at the three people.

"What happened?" Thomas inquired, not understanding a single word. "I was in the bar and the owner told me you had called Arthur, that it was about Y/N. I came as quickly as I could. What happened?" Thomas inquired, panting heavily.

The world was still. He ignored the two women, blind to witnessed his son running up the stairs with quick steps, eyes blurred with tears, had heard the words he hoped were not true loud and clear.

"How was the weekend with Grace?" Ada prodded.

"What are you talking about?"," Thomas, you know exactly what we are talking about. I saw you. I saw you meeting her in a bar in London. You got letters from her and I know for a fact that she calls you at least once a day. I heard you talking to her." Polly screamed; tears travelled down her face.

Thomas swallowed noticeably, but no guilty conscience spread in his heart.

"I know.", "You won't even deny it?" echoed Ada in shock.

"Yes, Grace called me, but I ignored her. A man called me and when I arrived at the bar, I met her. We met only twice and when I met her in London, I clarified I don't love her anymore, that she is my past and that I am married, that I have a son and a wife. What happened to Y/N?" he asked, not caring whether the women believed him or not.

Arthur exhaled loudly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked at his brother, tried to believe the words sounding too perfect, too planned.

"And you expect us to believe that? You should be ashamed of yourself.", "I am not ashamed because I have done nothing to be ashamed of and now tell me right now what happened to my wife and why a doctor was here? I saw the car." Thomas asked sternly.

All at once, the colour drained from his face. He swallowed. His fingers trembled as if winter ruled over the world. The suitcase at his side almost toppled over. Thomas stepped forward, but suddenly two hands were on his shoulders, trying to stop him from taking another step. Fingers clawed ungently into the firm material of the suit. Thomas clenched his hands into fists, but before they could collide with his brother's chest, he pulled himself together. His eyes of a cloudless sky were stormy. He saw red, wanted to be near his wife, to know if the unborn child was healthy. Thomas gulped, fearing the worst. A silent prayer crossed his lips and, for the first time, Arthur thought he saw fear in his brother's eyes.

"How long do you know? ", "Almost a month. We didn't want to tell anyone yet, we wanted to wait." hushed Thomas.

His voice was broken, shattered into millions of pieces. No other words needed to escape. The questioning looks of the two women were fixed on the men, but they couldn’t understand a single word.

"Y/N wanted it that way and I had no problem with it either. I wanted to keep everything as secretive as possible. Charlie doesn’t know. I wanted to take Y/N to London, but we agreed it would be better if she stays here. I love her. She is the mother of my children and the woman I love, the only woman in my life and I wouldn't ever exchange her for somebody like Grace." Thomas assured.

The voice did not suit him. Thomas wanted to be strong, but he couldn’t.

"I have to see my wife. She needs me. I have to explain everything, but you have to believe me, Arthur. I would never cheat on Y/N," Thomas whispered.

Glances met and Arthur believed his brother knew him more than the two women.

"Who else knows about the pregnancy?", "They both know, have heard the doc. You fucking idiot. I would punch the shit out of you. Go upstairs, Y/N thinks you've cheated. I will pray for you." Arthur said and let go of his brother before he gave his shoulders a firm squeeze.

Shocked, the two women looked after Thomas, not understanding why Arthur had allowed him to go up to Y/N. A quiet thanks slipped from Thomas and he hurried past them, heading straight for the stairs.

"Let him go. He has some explaining to do," Arthur instructed the two women about to charge up the stairs like a gang of robbers, trying to stop Thomas from daring to go to his wife.

Quickly Thomas ran up the stairs, took two and then three at once, whispered a prayer and hoped his wife would believe him, had broken her heart into millions of tiny pieces. He turned into the long corridor. A slight smile grew on his lips, but it left as rapidly as it had come. His features paled and Thomas threatened to drown in the ocean of despair, forgot to swim as a lone tear waltzed along his cheek.

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dreamlandcreations · 9 months

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Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

#wip tag game #i'm the worst #🙈

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pin-crusher2000 · 27 days

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Injustice: SuperMoves

Here’s the supermoves that I have come up with for the characters of Earth-66.

FireWing (Jake Grayson)

StarBolt Fist: does a short range StarBolt “shockwave blast” stunning the opponent to start it. Jake then throws a smoke bomb in their face to distract them & then does the spilts & punches them in the crotch, causing the opponent to hold that area. Jake does a backwards roll back onto his feet, charges up a StarBolt & runs & punches the opponent causing a green explosion.

NightStar (Mar’i Grayson)

StarBolt Fury: Mar’i flys at the opponent with a double fist punch. She then uppercuts the opponent, sending them to space & mar’i unleashes some starbolts at them. After that, she quickly fly past the opponent & charges up a StarBolt in her hand & presses the energy ball into her opponent sending them back down to earth.

ThunderHeart (Irey West)

Better than the West: Irey shoulder charges her opponent. She then strikes her opponent multiple times with her super speed, & the camera gets real close to the opponent’s face, & on the side shows Irey’s. Irey then gives the opponent a wedgie, & she giggles.

Surge (Jai West)

Here comes the Boom: Jai unleashes lighting onto the ground to hit the opponent. He then rubs his hands together really fast to create electricity & starts thunderclapping at the opponent saying: you’ll get a thunderclap!

WonderBoy (Robert Long)

Bring the Thunder: Robert does a dashing slash at the opponent. Robert then gains blue electric hair & eyes & tackles the opponent (raiden’s move from MK) & flys them into the air. He quickly moves above his opponent & says: “Thunder!” A lightning strike hits the opponent & sends them back to the ground.

Red Cat (Lian Harper)

Bow-and-Baton: Lian does a baton spin at the opponent. Lian shoots a boxing glove arrow at the opponent’s face, sending them onto their back, & Lian gets on top of them & starts hitting them with her baton. (Yup that’s it XD)

Kid Tempest (Cerdian)

Purple Pain: Cerdian launches a water ball at the opponent. Cerdian shoots fire at the opponent, knocking them on their back, he then jumps up into the air & shoots purple laser beams causing an explosion.

SunSlinger (Jon Kent)

Sun-Noon: Jon does a super/freeze breath at the opponent. Jon whips out his revolvers, twirls them & aims the opponent, (camera shirts to fps) Jon moves the gun & shoots the opponent: foot, knee, & shoulder, knocking them onto their back. Jon then superleap towards them & charges up his gun & launches two shots at them causing an explosion.

Robin V (Damian Wayne)

Lazarus Assassin: pretty much Damian’s super move from injustice 2 but with a green aura around him XD

WonderLad (Hunter Trevor)

Pretty much the same as Robert’s but red/orange; god of war mode. Shouts War & a meteor hits his opponent.

AquaBoy (Arthur Curry Jr.)

Pretty much Aquaman’s super move from injustice 2 but with a megaldon shark instead.

HawkBoy (Hector Hall)

Sky Hawk: Hector does a downward slam with his mace, hitting the opponent. Hector grabs the opponent & takes them to the sky, & starts hitting them with his mace in different directions. (hawk girls super move from injustice)

Green Canary (Connor Lance Queen)

The Green Canary (XD): Connor does a short burst canary cry & hits the opponent. Connor shoots a bomb arrow into the sky & another at the opponent knocking them on their back, connor then uses the canary cry on top of the opponent & then jumps away to safety when the other bomb arrow comes down to hit the opponent causing an explosion.

PhantomWing (Chris Kent)

The Nightwing: Chris does a short burst heat vision that hits the opponent. Chris then wraps his opponent’s legs with his dark powers & slams them on the ground behind him & back in front of him. Chris flys into the air & summons the NightWing entity & it shoots out a giant blue & black ball of “dark flames” at the opponent causing a blue explosion.

StarChild (Otho-Ra)

Star Wrath: Otho-Ra does a flying blue energy “Superman punch” hitting the opponent. Otho then summons a blue energy sword & a shield that’s in an S symbol shape & begins to attack the opponent with them. After shield bashing her opponent, knocking them fall on their back, she jumps up into the air & shoots out blue heat vision at the opponent causing an explosion.

Red Son (Osul-Ra)

Fight Master Fury: Osul-Ra does a flying red energy “Superman punch” hitting the opponent. Osul-Ra summons a red energy battle axe & begins hacking at the opponent. After the final hit, the opponent is laying down on their back & Osul jumped into the air & slammed the battle axe onto the opponent, causing a red explosion.

Valor (Connor Kent)

Brave Rage: connor does a short range telekinetic blast & hits the opponent. Connor then grabs the opponent & flys to the glaciers & slams the opponent into it, & starts rapidly punch the opponent as fast as he can. He then finishes the beat down with a blast of heat vision causing an explosion. (The beat down at the glacier is from the tv series Young Justice where superboy beats down mammoth.)

Animal Girl (Maxine Baker)

Red Rage: just cheetah/vixen’s super move from injustice 2 but with a red energy glow around her.

Animal Boy (Clifford Baker)

Same as his sister’s.

Red Bird (Mara Al Ghul)

Demon Assassin: pretty much just like Damian’s but with a red aura.

Nobody (Maya Ducard)

Nobody Assault: Maya does a short burst Sonic blast at the opponent. Maya takes out a sword & starts slashing the opponent, & then turns invisible. The camera shifts towards the opponent & shows Maya behind them. She then kicks the opponent in the crotch, dropping them to their knees & Sonic blasts between their head. (One hand on one side & another hand on the other side.)

Beacon (Kathy Branden)

Purple-Telekinetic: Kathy does a short range telekinetic blast to hit the opponent. She then lifts & throws the opponent into the air (with the background changing to a farm) & quickly flys above the opponent & blasts them down. Kathy then does a massive shockwave released from her Body.

Crowly (Colin Wilkes)

Pretty much his “punch fatality” from the mortal kombat post of mine except more kid friendly. (He does get big & grabs the opponent & “super-punches” them across the screen to start it.)

FlameBird (Suren Darga)

Flaming FlameBird (XD): Suren does a short range fire blast at the opponent. Suren “summons” the FlameBird & they both grab the opponent & fly up into the air, the FlameBird does a pose in front of the sun & then Suren does a energy wave sending the opponent to the ground with a FlameBird logo. (Think of Liu Kang’s dragon symbol after you preform his fatal blow from MK1)

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blairwaldcrf · 27 days

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New! Chapter 3 of Nocturno

Chapters: 3/12

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Alex Claremont-Diaz & Beatrice Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, June Claremont-Diaz/Nora Holleran, Shaan Srivastava/Zahra Bankston

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Prohibition Era, kanthony but make it firstprince, aro/ace Bea, Bea as Edwina but in a matchmaker way, Grief/Mourning, Panic Attacks, Period-Typical Racism, Period-Typical Homophobia, (but like toned down and not a main focus), Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, mentions of the past parent death of both arthur and oscar, i apologize to oscar diaz and specifically oscar diaz, Internalized Homophobia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, unnecessary amounts of digs at France, i cannot stress enough how not even the smallest amount of interested bea is in alex for a second, she's just a conspiring older sister

(Chapter 3) Summary:

When he comes down the hall, Mr. Fox-Mountchristen does not appear even the slightest bit amused at being summoned, and his tone is measured when he says, “You requested to speak with me?”

The short greeting doesn't give Alex nearly enough time to recover, mouth still dry at the sight of a clearly overheating Englishman suffering through summer outside of England. Henry's only wearing a slim fitting waistcoat over his Oxford, the sleeves of which are haphazardly rolled up in ways that show off his arms in criminal ways. Even his usually coiffed blonde hair is slightly disheveled, all things considered.

With a raised brow and hopefully enough judgment to hide any other feeling, Alex pointedly asks, “Did I interrupt something?”

Henry briefly grimaces with embarrassment as he recognizes the poor state of his outfit, testily retorting, “Are you only here to mock my inexperience with the latitude of your California sun, Mr. Claremont-Diaz?”

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OR (a firstprince twist on bridgerton s2)

#henry x alex #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #firstprince fic #*by me

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birder-of-remnant · 9 days

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I find it curious and concerning about how quickly the leaders of Remnant seemed to return to their secrecy. In the first episode of Beyond, we see the secret council between Ozpin/Oscar, Theodore, Raven, Qrow, Winter, and the cloaked figure. Many other prominent huntsmen and civil leaders were noticeably absent. Professor Rumple, the Ace Ops, Team CFVE (yes, I know they are still students, but they certainly proved themselves against The Crown), and others who had proven themselves to be leaders during the Fall of Atlas (such as JNPR). Or the leaders from Mistral, who have risked the security of their own kingdom to send support to Shade. I did not think much of this at first. After all, perhaps they were limited by budget (which is true, they were working with nickles and dimes). More likely, it was a very sensitive conversation, perhaps regarding the maidens or the relic since Raven was present.

But then, we got the Boba episode. In it, Qrow apparently told Yang that Tai was 'On assignment' and Yang suspected that there was more that wasn't being said. Maybe Qrow doesn't know the full reasoning behind it. But it sounds like there is information being withheld. Many are speculating that it could be about the Crown (not to be confused with The Crown, that is going to get confusing). But it still means that we are back to where we were before Volume 6. Back to a time when the Ozpin's Circle kept their cards close to the chest.

Now, I do not want to be too quick to judge. There are reasons to keep information confidential. Personally, I wouldn't trust Sun and Neptune with the secret location of the Crown or the identity of the Summer Maiden. But we need to remember: Salem feeds on division and nothing sows division more than deceit.

Cinder used this against them in Volume 3 to instigate the Fall of Beacon. They bypassed the purpose of this secrecy in Volume 5 to hunt down and destroy the Huntsmen of Mistral. This secrecy nearly destroyed Oz in Volume 6. And in Volume 7, Arthur won the war of information when he framed Penny for murder and the Atlas for the power outages. In Volume 8, the heroes gained ground when they started telling the truth. First, when Oscar told Hazel the truth. Then, when Ruby told the world about Salem. And finally, when Ozpin told them how to summon Ambrosius.

True, there are times when telling the truth has been damming, such as how it inflamed Ironwood's idea that he had to make the hard choices. And just because Ozpin told the group Ambrosius's name doesn't mean they should shout it out to the world either. But the current secrecy going on at Shade is very reminiscent of how things were before, in V1-V2, where even Qrow is keeping information from Team RWBY. Regardless of whatever is happening, I hope we get to see where this story goes!

#rwby #more of my rambling nonsense #wild speculation #rwby beyond #save rwby #greenlight rwby volume 10

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farewell-superiors · 10 days

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I’m having so many thoughts about @ammstify’s persona 6 idea for it being about nature and being based on Arthurian legend but as more of a spin-off but I’m in the “pacing while brainstorming” phase which means that I have too much energy to sit down and actually write down my ideas so I may as well start a post that’s like… just a bunch of ramblings about ideas. Have so at least it’s WRITTEN DOWN and I won’t forget anything. If I think enough I might even make a fanfic in the style of steal the truth (which you should absolutely read btw it’s genuinely one of the best video game adaptations with how well it integrates persona’s calendar mechanic and social links into its story structure) but that would require a lot of foresight and planning (hence why u want to WRITE SHIT DOWN)

Anyway here goes. Spoilers for something that I just made up but might make into an actual thing in the future I guess lol

The themes are about growth (there's LOTS of plant imagery), moving on, and how it gets better (the sun will always rise, darkest before dawn, etc. (there's a lot of day/night imagery as well)), and it looks at the relationship between humans and the environment.

The setting will probably be Kyoto, or at least some city, but I'm undecided about whether the characters are high school or uni students. Both have their pros and cons and I just have to figure them out. I'm leaning towards Uni?

The actual persona elements take place in the sea of souls, although it's more accurate to say the field of souls, as it's an undending field of grass, flowers, and the odd tree/hill, with every bit of flora representing a life. Select people will travel to the sea of souls in their sleep, but sleeping in the sea of souls won't get you out, so if someone is there without a way out, it looks like they're in a coma. If they happen to die in there (haven't completely figured out shadow mechanics yet, don't know if day/night cycles in the sos would be over a few weeks (to represent the collective unconscious) or over a characters journey (because it's cool imagery)) the body will start growing vines and leaves as their pulse slowly fades.

One way to get out is through the velvet room: In the sea of souls there is a battlefield, with velvet blue warbanners rising amongst the bloodstained foliage, and in the centre is a familiar long nosed man sitting on a particularly comfy looking rock, with a warrior clad in a deep blue leather armour brandishing a spear and shield. As neither protagonist is a wild card (whoops spoiler) Igor doesn't act as the guy who fuses your personas, he's like a guide both through your journey and on your way back to the real world. Maybe belladonna and nameless are also there, who knows.

Persona users have a body part wrapped in foliage, vines, flowers, and the like (the location can be thematic, it’s as if wrapped in chains), and when summoned the foliage chains break and rapidly grow into the summoned persona.

Protag A (who I shall refer to as Sun because that’s their arcana) is a kind young man who was diagnosed with cancer. This diagnosis comes shortly after moving to a new city to start university, so he rightly is in a lot of turmoil and feeling alone. One of the way he copes is by having a fairly dark cynical sense of humour, contrasting with his kind and caring personality. I’m not set on a subject he does, I’m thinking natural sciences, it’s got a wide range of topics and, most importantly, MATHS (this isn’t a joke). His starting persona is Arthur, his second awakening is Arturus Rex, both of the sun arcana, and his ultimate persona is Excalibur, of the world arcana.

Protag B (who I shall refer to as Moon) is a standoffish young woman in the year above sun. An abuse survivor, her father (her only living relative) recently was jailed for what he did, but she still holds a deep contempt for humanity who she thinks has failed her. Initially forced to interact with sun because of a scheme where second years help first years, she stays with him because of a shared goal once they enter the sea of souls. Her story arc is about growing to care for others, learning to see the good in people, and stopping seeking revenge. Her starting persona is Lancelot, who evolves into white knight, both of the moon arcana, and her ultimate persona is Galahad of the world arcana (I’m intentionally hiding some things but oh well lol. The personas are thought out, I’ll tell you that).

I’ve not settled on social links or party members, I’ve got a few ideas, like Sun’s maths professor (who would either be magician or hierophant) and the Lovers arcana, but nothing concrete.

Getting into real endgame spoilers now, the premise is that two gods, Pendragon and Morgan le Fay, are arguing over whether humanity should suffer or not. Pendragon thinks they're a stain on the world and should be wiped out, while Morgan le Fay thinks they should live in eternal bliss. Given that the themes are about moving on and growing, neither is very good, or rather, life is a combination of the two. They're represented by the moon and the sun in the sea of souls, when Pendragon is "winning" it's night, when Morgan is "winning" it's day. towards the end of the story the party beats Pendragon without realising that now Morgan le Fay is able to act unchecked and so the regular course of life grinds to a halt. During the course of the story each protagonist holds one in themself, Moon with her contempt for humanity holds pendragon, and Sun with his wish to live with his friends forever holds Morgan, but once Moon starts to see the good in humanity her mind boots out pendragon (hence why they fight him), and once Sun accepts that a life in stagnation isn't a life living at all, his mind boots out Morgan (hence why they fight her). Basically, I really really really like the ideas of third semester and am doing something similar lol.

At the start Sun and Moon are visited by a Doctor informing him of his cancer diagnosis and a chief prosecutor "congratulating" her about her father's loss in court respectively. Both talk about their fascination with/contempt of humanity, and end with "do you agree?", a cloaked agreement to a contract that makes them their champion, for these are Morgan le Fay and Pendragon in human forms. A side effect of tricking them into agreeing to a contract, however, is letting them into the velvet room, a mistake that would lead to both of the gods' downfall.

Ah shit I haven't even tackled how dungeons and stuff work. I know at least the last one is gonna be called Avalon.

I think I'm just gonna go ahead and post this for now, I might edit it later so uhhh stay tuned I guess

#Don't know what I'd call it though #Persona Green????#lmao #Actually remember “the green man” as that's an actual thing from folklore that'd work really well #Persona #Now I just need to think of names for everyone lmao #persona au #ocs #Oh also I don't know if this is obvious but #uhhhh #pendragon is a literal dragon LMAO #I know that's just arthur's last name but I really want a dragon final-ish boss soooooooo #fuck off

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blurscolours · 1 year

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The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea | Part Seven

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Summary: An attack on Arthur’s imprisoned brother Orm leaves him with no choice but to rely upon you, a friend made due to unfortunate circumstances nearly a decade ago, to provide safe haven while he restores peace to Atlantis. Suddenly tasked with sheltering a sullen former king results in a very different summer vacation than you had originally envisioned, but changes both of your lives forever.

Warnings: Feats of Atlantean Strength, Discussion of Orm's Injuries, Almost-kiss, Dog

Word Count: 1317

As you opened the curtains the next morning you were surprised to find the dock empty. There was no evidence of water on the dock, or freshly caught fish. You stepped out of your room and looked into his…empty…Frowning, you headed to the back deck and heard a rustling in the trees.

“Fuck, not again” You muttered, taking a step backward toward the cabin then stopped and blinked your eyes several times. You doubted your sight as Orm stepped out of the woods with, essentially, an entire tree propped up on his right shoulder. You started openly, undeniably impressed.

“Good morning” He called to you, somewhat smugly, and continued toward the wood pile out of your line of sight. You stepped inside and went over to the other door, shocked to find he’d collected five fallen trees while you’d been sleeping. You slid into your shoes and walked over to him.

“This is incredible. Are you…is your arm ok though?” You looked to it, concerned about the strain on the steri-strips.

“I am not even using that arm do not worry.” He nodded.

Oh of course, he was just hauling trees one handed. You shook your head in awe.

“Well, I guess we need to break down the trees before they can be chopped into firewood.” You mused. “There are a few options – chainsaw or hacksaw…” You looked to him. “I am assuming you would prefer the option that does not use fossil fuels?”

“You are correct, that is absolutely my preference.”

“Ok then.” You grabbed the sawhorses from beside the shed, thankfully there were multiple sets that could accommodate the length he was working you. Next, you grabbed the three hacksaws of varying sizes. “If you lift one up, I’ll put the supports under it?”

He nodded and moved to the middle of one of the trees, lifting it smoothly. You can see it did cost him some effort, but it was still an incredible feat. You wasted no time propping the sawhorses at intervals under the tree and he carefully settled the weight of it into them. You held out the hacksaws for him to inspect.

“I am thinking you will want the one with larger teeth?”

He took it from you and tested it out on the trunk of the tree. It was once again a display of his strength as he was able to make a sizable cut into the wood.

“This will do quite nicely.” He commented before returning to cutting. You felt awkward just standing there, gawking at him, so you headed back inside to make breakfast.

As the pair of you finished eating, you asked him to collect his clothes into the laundry basket so you could wash them. While he headed back to continue his project, you did a load of laundry. Once it was finished, you brought the basket out to the clothesline to dry in the sun. Well, not all of it. The underwear you put in the dryer, not wanting to display it in the yard.

Of the five trees he’d collected, only two remained intact. The rest lay in pieces on the ground. When you’d finished clipping the clothes to the line, you headed over to tidy the logs into a pile to keep the path clear and make it easier for him to break down the last two. You really should have worn gloves, you reflected, as you felt a sliver pierce the skin of your palm.

“Damn.” You muttered to yourself, angling your palm in the sunlight to try and figure out where the track was to push it back out. Your curse summoned him to your side, and he took your hand in his.

“How has your kind managed to dominate the surface with skin as weak as paper.” He muttered in a mixture of affection and annoyance.

You laughed a little and shrugged.

“Violence and utter lack of respect for nature?” You offered. “Aha!” You exclaimed as you found the splinter’s track and, using the thumbnail of your other hand, you pushed it back out of your skin.

His fingers brushed the offending piece of wood off your palm, and he nodded.

“I find no fault with your argument.” He replied.

You grinned and shook your head affectionately.

“I’ll go grab a pair of gloves and be right back.”

Returning from the shed, your hands protected by a pair of work gloves, you continued stacking the logs. Once the trees were broken down, you put the sawhorses away together, and he returned to the axe, breaking the logs down into firewood. The two of you worked rather well together as he quartered the logs and you stacked them in the woodshed. The day past quickly, even though it was turning into a hot one, and you were able to ignore the growing boat traffic on the lake, signalling yet another Friday wave of weekenders. You took a break for lunch and a swim midafternoon, but both seemed more than happy to spend the rest of the day working.

By the time the sun started sliding behind the treetops, the pile of logs had been reduced by half. The law was covered in sawdust and wood chips, but you could not help but feel a great sense of accomplishment. The family was going to be very impressed with your contribution to the winter fuel. You turned to grab some more firewood from beside the chopping block, but the wood chips beneath your feet shifted and you stumbled awkwardly, catching yourself on the nearest thing…which happened to be Orm.

Reflexively, he wrapped an arm around your hips and steadied you against him.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed and moved to step back, but he was still holding you to his side. You looked up to him to find he was already looking down at you. You blushed as you realized how close you were, his eyes peering into yours. You saw them flick down to your mouth before looking back to your eyes. Your breath became shaky as you unconsciously licked your lips. He began to close the distance between you until something warm and soft slammed into both your legs.

He froze as he heard someone calling from down the path and took a hurried step back to put a respectable distance between the two of you. You were not able to contain the look of disappointment as it flowed across your face, but the enthusiastic licks of the intruder on your legs caught your attention. You crouched down to scritch the neighbour’s dog behind the ears as it sat on the ground, panting happily as you at last give it attention.

Orm eyed the creature skeptically but looked over as your neighbour finally came into view on the path

“There you are you rascal.” They said to the dog, who romped over to them happily. “Sorry about him, he’s just happy to be here.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“No worries. Just a heads-up, though, we ran into quite a large bear on the other side of the tracks the other day.”

Your neighbour thanked you for the warning before dragging the enthusiastic ball of fur back to their yard.

“I’m going to clean up these woodchips.” You murmured and fetched a rake and a garbage bag. You raked the chips out of the grass into piles before putting them in the bag. They would be useful as either kindling or to fill in muddy patches on the path.

Your meal that night was once again leftovers, as you don’t have the energy to make anything new. You also insisted on changing his bandage before bed and couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly the wounds had closed. You wrapped them up again, so he didn’t disturb the healing in his sleep, before bidding him goodnight.

Sleep came again quickly after such a physical day.

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albentelisa · 3 months

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Hi! Here's an interesting what if ask.

What if Douxie was the one to join the Arcane Order instead of Morgana?

Hi! That one would change the past events for sure.

As we are talking about Moppet Douxie here, I feel his motivation will be very different from Morgana's. So, in an attempt to impress his master, Douxie goes to the forest to practice his magic in secret. That is where he meets Nari, who suggests she'll help. Douxie has no idea that Nari is from the Arcane Order or that she's Merlin's enemy, so he agrees. Under her tutelage, he progresses quickly, but it's still not enough to get approval from Merlin. Eventually, Bellroc and Skrael join those sessions, suggesting that Douxie simply needs to invent some kind of rule-changing magic. After lengthy brainstorming and countless failed attempts, Douxie comes up with a magic rite that temporarily gives trolls sunlight immunity. From his point of view, it's actually a good thing as trolls are often captured because of their weakness against the sunlight. Alas, he doesn't know that Bellroc contacts Gunmar behind his back and shares the rite with him.

Camelot is in panic meanwhile as bloodthirsty trolls attack villages during the day, which should be impossible. Arthur suspects a powerful wizard is involved and starts an investigation together with Merlin. They find out it was Douxie easily (as he's rather naive). Arthur corners Douxie at the cliff, determined to kill him, and Merlin just watches despite Douxie's pleas. Unlike Morgana, Douxie doesn't lose his hand, but he's slashed across the chest and falls from the cliff.

The Arcane Order finds and resurrects him, making Douxie their champion. Merlin's betrayal hits Douxie the most, so the Order has no problem convincing him to fight against humanity. Douxie's magic is more powerful now, so he can make his rite more permanent.

Meanwhile, back in Camelot Morgana learns what happened to Douxie and is enraged because of her brother and master's actions. She encounters Merlin, accusing him of being a horrible master, and storms off.

The kingdom is in panic though as more and more Gumm-Gumms attack, seemingly immune against the sunlight. Some people also report that they saw a young wizard with the troll hordes. Merlin realizes that Douxie is alive and intends to stop it.

But first, he needs some way to defeat Gunmar and his hordes. The problem is that his amulet should be useless against sun-immune trolls. Merlin realizes that he needs Morgana's help for that.

And he is right, as Morgana has been trying to create a counter to Douxie's rite using her shadowmancy. When Merlin approaches her, she is against the idea of cooperating at first but ends up agreeing for the sake of the people in Camelot.

The amulet is also different in this AU. It summons not only the Daylight sword but the Nightshade one as well (which is made of Morgana's shadow magic). However, Merlin simply cannot just cooperate as he is scared that Morgana can possibly switch sides as well (he finds her way more unstable than Douxie). So Merlin seals the bigger portion of Morgana's shadow magic inside the amulet. Morgana realizes it in the end, but it's already too late.

So Morgana still has some magic, but it's below the average level and she cannot do much. Deya still becomes the first Trollhunter, and Merlin goes to fight and seal Douxie.

The events influence the present too. The Janus Order are good guys - they are trolls who willingly accept Morgana's magic to enter the human world. Morgana also uses different magic, so there are no kidnapped kids. The Janus Order protects the world from shadows. Some of them join forces with Trollhunters but it's glared upon because of what Merlin did to Morgana.

Bular is still the only one from Gunmar's forces who stay on the surface. However, he also recruits more aggressive trolls, who wish to rule humans. Much like with Morgana in the canon, Douxie's mind stays awake even when he is sealed. Back in Camelot times he also managed to gather wizards displeased with Merlin and Arthur and hostile towards humans. They become Hex Tech later (with Zoe as their leader) - and is the organization that helps Bular and his army of trolls to stay hidden.

#tales of arcadia #toa #toa au #what if scenario #dark douxie #good morgana #hisirdoux casperan #toa merlin #toa morgana #text post #ask box #anon ask

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if someone asked me at the end (I'll tell them put me back in it) (Merthur)

Title is from “Francesca” by Hozier. Canon-divergent Merthur where Merlin and Arthur were together pre-Camlann and then Merlin spends 1500 years building up his magic to rewind time and get Arthur back. Crossposted on ao3.

There is something about unwinding that nature hates. Spiralling, yes. Curving, yes.

But unwinding itself? Unmaking itself?

That is against nature's goals. Nature is about growth. It is about expansion. It is about continuation.

Nature cycles. It becomes new; it does not undo to old.

That is where magic comes in.

That is where Merlin comes in.

Arthur is dead. He is long gone. He has been submerged under the waters of Avalon for 1500 years. Empires have risen and fallen; kingdoms have crashed and burned and been remade. Magic has seeped out of the world, what few remnants remaining have retreated to their hideaways and corners.

It has taken Merlin this long to craft his cycle. To build his magic into every inch of the earth. To travel to every possible place on the planet, to weave his golden threads beneath the soil and into the bedrock and the water and the air.

But he has done it. He has woven himself into the world. He is not just using his own magic for this act; he is using the planet. He is using every creature, every stone, every drop of water, every breath of air.

Resurrection is not what Merlin is looking for. He does not want a zombie. He does not want a wight. He does not want an imperfect copy. He wants Arthur, in his glorious humanity, his soul intact, his humor twinkling in his eyes, his annoyed "Mer-lin!" echoing through the halls.

1500 years. Dozens of lifetimes. Millions of miles.

And at the end of it all, Merlin returns to the shores of Avalon. He sinks to his knees on the white-pebbled beach and places his handfasting bracelet- the only thing he has not once lost in fifteen centuries- on the white stones in front of him.

It does not take much to summon the tears asked of him. In fact, it takes nothing. No pain could compare to the weight he has carried in his heart for so long.

Merlin knew Arthur for twenty years before his death- he has lived that small window over seventy five times over since.

And yet the memories burn gold every time he closes his eyes. Every time he encounters a blacksmith at a Renaissance Faire and smells iron being forged, every time he summons a dragon of sparks to dance in his hand, every time he hears a child laugh, every time he feels mud on his skin, every time the sun rises, Arthur is there. He is everywhere. How could he not be?

The tear falls. Merlin takes a breath.

And the world stops. Freezes. Holds his breath along with him.

And then rewinds.

Canals fall to rock. Empires fall and rise. Dams crumble, allowing rivers to spring free from their graves. Atlantis sinks.

The very course of human history unmakes itself through a sheen of gold.

Nature screams at Merlin, tearing at his skin, dissolving him into nothingness. His flesh melts away. His organs unravel. His magical anchors tear, ripped from his soul.

Any other man would disappear under the onslaught. Any other Merlin would as well. How could anyone cling to the world in the face of a dozen nuclear bombs tearing apart one's very atoms, seeking to disperse them to their proper place?

But through all of this, Merlin's fingers remain on the handfasting bracelet. On the golden thread that holds him to the man who promised him the world and his heart, knowing Merlin valued the latter far more.

After an infinity, the roar finally ceases. The world settles. Merlin's flesh weaves itself back together.

The bracelet holds. The bracelet has always held.

Merlin opens his eyes to Arthur standing in front of him, blue eyes fond, smile cocky, hair burnished gold, his breath and his blood and his sweat and his soul easily felt by the magic binding their souls together.

And Merlin knows down to his bones, his veins, the very core of his being, that he is looking at Arthur three months before his death. Before he was cut down in Camlann by King Cenred and his forces.

And Merlin will be doing anything he can do prevent it from happening again. He has had a millennium to plan how to alter the course of destiny; he will not let the heavens nor the earth tear this asunder once again.

Arthur's immortality can be as guaranteed as Merlin's, as long as he does this correctly. And Merlin will not allow any mistakes. Not on this most precious thing.

"Welcome back, Mer-lin," Arthur says, voice heady, and later Merlin will ask how he knows. Did Kilgharrah tell Arthur what Merlin was capable of? Did some druid have an inkling of the impossibilities that Merlin was willing to accomplish, the laws of physics and biology he was willing to break, to have Arthur back?

Later, he will ask. Later, he will question and joke and puzzle and prank and plan.

But for now, Arthur pulls Merlin into his arms and kisses him like a man dying (and Merlin knows what Arthur kisses like when he's dying, and he's never letting him get to that point again, fuck anything that tries to get in his way), and Merlin sucks up every moment. He grips onto Arthur's arm and if he never lets go, well, he doesn't think a single soul could blame him. He breathes in Arthur's scent, bites his lips, clutches tight to the warmth of Arthur's arm through his sleeve, listens to his breathless laughter, devours everything he's craved for enough lifetimes to break any other man.

Merlin finally has his husband back, and he plans on keeping it that way as long as magic breathes in his body.

Forever and ever, amen.

#bbc merlin #merthur #happy ending #post-canon #but also #canon divergent au #consort merlin #crossposted on AO3 #aletterinthenameofsanity #fanfic #merlin and his magic and his stubbornness #rewriting destiny to the tune of hozier

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lollipencil · 3 months

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In The Pale Moonlight Part 7

Honestly, I'm struggling to write a traditional chapter for this AU. Then I remembered the introductions I did a while ago. So, @harleyification, let's see if I can recapture the magic?

Enjoy and be gentle ---

(Martha Kent (Marc))

When Clark called home asking for a pie that "a young teen might enjoy", Martha wasn't too sure what to think. "I'm helping a friend with his new kids," was all he'd say over the phone, but with that tone that hinted at something related to Work. So, Martha shrugged and got baking.

It was pretty late when Clark appeared in his suit, as did a little tag-along. "Hello dear," she warmly greeted her son before turning to her guest, " and what's your name, sweetheart?" "Moon Knight," The teenager in mummy bandages blinked glowing eyes in mild surprise. "Batman asked me to help teach him and his brother how to fly," Clark explained, "There is another, but he can't fly at all, so..."

"Oh, and where is he?" "Want back home," Moon Knight muttered, "Went first." "I'm going to drop him back tonight, but figured a little pick-me up before would be best," Clark smiled like the sun. "Of cource," Martha nodded and silently planned to send the rest of the pie home with him, "Come on in, I've tried something new this time: Toffee Apple pie sound good?"

Those glowing eyes perked up slightly. Near-silent footsteps followed her inside as Martha wondered if they still had some custard left.

--- (Martian Manhunter (Steven (and the others)))

J'onn might have missed the meeting where they were introduced to the whole League, but he knew Batman's new sons. Or, at least, one of them.

It would seem that something in the universe had conspired so that everytime he visited, only Mr Knight was visiting. Not that he really objected. The young lad was a sponge for knowledge, and was happy and eager to hear about Mars in its prime. It warmed his heart to be able to share his planet's history with another.

So, when Batman called him into a private meeting with Mr Knight, J'onn had no clue as to why. "Hello J'onn," Batman stated calmly, genuinely, "Mr Knight wants to share something personal with you." "Oh?" J'onn had not expected this. "Yes, I already know what. But before that, I want your word that it does not leave this room." And there was the batgrowl they all know and love. "Of cource. I will maintain the secrecy of whatever is revealed here and now."

Batman nodded and turned to Mr Knight. He hesitated, before his mask shrinked into its domino form. "I want to tell you, I've not told anyone before. Everyone else who knows found out and- I trust you," he stammered past his nerves, "And it's best that you know. Two birds one stone, innit?" "Ok," J'onn calmly nodded even as he filed the proverb for future reference.

Mr Knight swallowed. For a few moments, J'onn waited. Then he felt the invitation. He looked up at Batman who nodded, and made his way inside his mind.

And finally met Mr Knight's brothers. J'onn had never felt a mind like their's, multiple yet natural. His face smiled while a mental handshake was extended to the boys.

Keeping this secret would be no problem.

--- (Khonshu (All of them))

It had been an whim. Khonshu had been about to approach a very promising individual about becoming his avatar, when he felt it. A call. Had it been anything else, he would have ignored it, but someone was calling him.

So, Khonshu left Arthur Harrow, and appeared somewhere he was not expecting.

A child's bedroom. Hand-drawn pictures splattered in blood, the source of which lay trembling close by. For a moment, Khonshu was stunned. It was far from the first dying child he'd seen in his long existance, but how had this child managed to summon him?

The child's hand twitched on a slightly crumpled drawing, a artistically pleasing depiction of himself, albeit in cheap felt-tip pen. Looking closer, he could see them all: Marc Spector who still fought even in his despair, Jake Lockley who was trying to take the pain from him, and Steven Grant, asleep and blissfully unaware of his approaching fate.

Khonshu made up his mind. "Little ones," he greeted, "Do you wish to live?" "What-?" Marc weakly answered, using every last bit of strength to look at Khonshu. "You have undergone great suffering. But I am here. If you wish it, I will shield you from harm, and in return, you can help others like you, others who live in fear of harm. So, I ask you, will you protect the travelers of the night?" "...yes." "Then rise my Moon Knight, and come back from the brink."

As flesh healed, the relief of life carried Marc and Jake to sleep. Staring down at his new avatar (or was it avatars?), Khonshu knew what he must do. After all, they had called to him as travellers first.

#my fics #crossover fic #moon knight (2022)#batman #clark kent #martha kent #marc spector #j'onn j'onzz #steven grant #bruce wayne #khonshu #jake lockley

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Enigma thy name

What happens when sullen Thomas Shelby meets bubbly Y/N, who finds a way to celebrate every moment of her life?

Thomas Shelby was a changed man. His time in Iraq had hardened him. He no longer smiled as much as he used to before his first tour. But that only made him the most feared man in Birmingham. He decided to rebuild his family’s name, and with that came the responsibility of leading his family, his rag-tag team of henchmen. Thomas had expanded his empire from a betting shop to racing horses and then moved on to exporting car and car parts and, with that, some not-so-legal export of drugs. He was making money by the seconds.

But the Shelby Company started with Garrison, a well-known pub and his family’s pride and joy, and it was a secondary base of the Shelby company. Although Arthur Shelby, his elder brother, owned the pub, it was home to gangsters who called themselves Peaky Blinders.

When he entered Garrison after a tiring week, he had been dealing with Alfie’s mood swings and resolving conflicts from both legal and illegal sides of the business due to supply chain issues. He noticed the lack of customers in the pub.

He swiftly moves inside, and Thomas sits on the seat opposite. Arthur and John had already started the celebration. Their latest venture had paid off.

“Why is there no one here?” Thomas questions his brothers.

“Everybody has decided to go to that hip new café in Moseley Street”, John replied.

“Even our boys have been frequenting that place.” Arthur acknowledges.

Thomas thinks for a while and then summons Harry, the manager of his pub.

“Harry, please get me the books for Garrison and a bottle of whiskey and join us.”

“Yes, Tommy”

“It won’t be pretty”, Arthur chimes.

“Let’s have a look, shall we?”

Thomas looks over the books of the past quarter and sees a steady decline in sales, not astronomical but a gradual decrease.

“When did this café open up?” Tommy asks Harry.

“The café has been operational for the past four months,” Harry replies shakily.

“Do we know who owns it?”

“I think some woman does, and she just settled in Birmingham around the same time,” Harry replies sheepishly.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours, Tommy,” John asks, seeing the blank look on his face.

“I think it is time we check out our competition”, Tommy commented.

“Tommy, we can afford to keep Garrison open,” Arthur grins.

“I want to see how a café can steal business from a pub”, Tommy confesses shadily.

“Be ready by nine. I will meet you there,” Tommy added.

John and Arthur drop the discussion, knowing well enough that when Tommy sets his mind to something, he gets it or will die trying.

Tommy checked his phone, and it was already past midnight. He asked his driver to drop him off at Watery Lane.

Next morning at the café (Caffeine Station) –

Tommy enters the café and sees how warm and welcoming the café feels. The café had a rustic feeling as well as a modern one. It has corner benches for people to work and clusters of tables for the groups. Thomas went to the counter, hoping to get some caffeine in his system.

“Hi, welcome to Caffeine Station.” You greeted enthusiastically, your eyes shining with passion and fire.

“Hi, could I get some coffee and some scone?” Tommy replied in his Brummie accent.

“Do you have any preference for coffee and scone?” you smiled sweetly.

“Whatever you recommend”, Tommy bit out, your attitude bugging him.

“How will you pay cash or by card?” you asked, still shining brighter than the sun, Tommy’s sullen mood not affecting you.

“Could I have your email?” you asked in your sweet voice.

“For what?” Tommy snapped.

“Oh, for the invoice, we send the invoice to your e-mail.” you still replied in the same sweet voice that annoyed him.

Tommy bites his lips and reluctantly gives you his email, which you enter into the system.

“Why don’t you sit? I will find you once your order is ready.” You add pleasantly.

He joins John. John was smirking. John knew Tommy was not a morning person, but he also hated cheerful people, and Tommy’s interaction with the sweet barista was a comedy show for him. His elder brother was annoyed.

“This is a nice operation”, Tommy commented.

“It is quite homey,” John replied.

Tommy sees you approaching their table and shuts his mouth. You serve him quietly.

“So, as you let me have liberty with your order, I got you a buttered scone, chocolate chip scone, and dark roast café au lait. If you don’t like it, let me know, and I will get you something else,” you stated cheerfully.

You turned towards John and asked him if he wanted anything else. John cheekily asked for pastry while handing you his card. You smiled and promised to be back within a few minutes.

Arthur joined them soon. You reached their table with Éclair. John Shelby smiled and thanked you for reading his mind.

You asked Arthur Shelby what he would like, and he asked you to surprise him. John asked you to use his card and get his brother some pastries too.

“Do you like it?” you asked Thomas.

Thomas Shelby just nodded with a faint smile.

“Someone is whipped”, Arthur interjected, motioning towards John.

Tommy glowered, seeing John smiling.

“You are married, John also. Esme will cut off your balls and feed them to you for dinner”, Arthur added.

“She is sweet, innit? Haven’t seen someone smile in our direction for a very long time,” John asked.

“Johnny boy, we are supposed to be feared and revered,” Tommy added.

“She is in the service business, and she is supposed to smile”, Arthur commented.

“She doesn’t have that insincere smile, though”, John added.

Tom nodded, agreeing with his younger brother.

You got some breakfast and caffeine for Arthur and another round of scones for Tommy and John.

Shelby’s saw you interact with every customer in the same way with a pretty smile and a shit ton of excitement. They saw your jovial mood brightening their day. Foot traffic was substantial, as well as customers in the café.

But the thing that was most interesting in that café was you. You were a source of everything warm, good and pure, and he needed that in his cold, dark and tainted world.

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