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Mimic Chapter 45

With the reveal of Star and Stripe's sacrifice tough choices are made to determine the fate of the war plaguing Japan and the chance to stop All For One.

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Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: Character Death, description of injuries, All For One (he deserves his own warning), angst, some heartbreak fluff, STAR AND STRIPE ARC SPOILERS

“A deadline extension?!” Bakugo yells out. The news that Shigaraki had come out of hiding fighting America’s Number One and winning was a shock to you all. It had happened all so fast too quickly, this war taking more lives than needed.

“Yes. Originally tomorrow was the day Shigaraki would have his perfected body. But now he’ll be out of commission for at least a week. Star and Stripe…bought us this time as a parting gift.” All Might explains looking at all of you, “We’ll use this time to our advantage. And we’ll take down Shigaraki and All For One.”

“Wait, So Star dealt lasting damage to Shigaraki?!” Midoriya asks.

“Data analysis from the American fighter jets tells us…that when Shigaraki stole New Order…it ate away at him from the inside like a poison. Evidence suggests that New Order ravaged a considerable number of quirks held in his massive library.” All Might says.

“Okay, so that means…” Jiro says. “Right now is the world’s best chance to take him out!” Momo says.

“The mass civilian evacuation effort continues..and all remaining heroes are now on the hunt for villains. All For One may have suffered this setback but figuring out his next move is nearly impossible. Whether we find him or he comes to us…full mobilization and all-out war are inevitable. Here’s what you’re up against..” All Might looks at all of you, “He may be sidelined for the moment, but Tomura Shigaraki is still the deadliest villain out there. Then there’s All For One himself. His original body. Plus Dabi, the madman with flames as fierce as Endeavor’s. Young Himiko Toga is a constant thorn in our side. The six remaining near high-ends. The remnants of the liberation front. And then there are the yet to be apprehended escaped convicts who serve All For One.”

“It’s safe to assume the list goes on…” Shoji says and the former hero nods,

“Yes. They will likely amass more allies. Meanwhile, less than half of those on our side remains to face this threat. It pains me to say this just after Star’s untimely death in the line of duty…but if you hope to protect anything you hold dear at all...then I would ask you to fortify yourselves using this extension we’ve been given.”

“Already way ahead of ya!” Bakugo yells out surprising the old man.

“What he said.” Uraraka agrees, “You haven’t noticed because you and Deku left the school, All Might.”

“And when you do return, you leave without a moment’s notice,” Iida adds.

“In the wake of Gunga and Jaku, we’ve been doing intensive training with the pussycats.” Ojiro brings up.

“Where Midoriya goes, we follow undaunted, we shall fight until Shigaraki has fallen.” Tokoyami says determined.

“Kacchan and the others even agreed to spar with me..to help me complete One For All.” Midoriya says and Bakugo blows up, “HUUUUH?! I never said that! Did some prison breaker rip yer ears off?! All I wanna know is how much punch my new cluster moves are packing. Taking on One For All is just another box to tick on the path to Shigaraki and All For One.”

“Hey, don’t forget to beat the snot outta me too!” “You ain’t ready to give up the title of resident punching bag?” “Naw, I just need to take some good poundings if I ever wanna get harder!” “We gotta honor Star’s last wishes.” “How dare that piece of crap take my Star from me..” “Star fought for all of us, Mineta.”

As the class all talked amongst themselves one person stood out to the side watching them all with pride in their eyes but behind it was almost regret.

“Shimura…” All Might calls out standing beside you as you watch your classmates all confidence and determination clear on their faces, “Are you alright.”

“Star died because of the actions of my brother,” You say and All Might tries to comfort you but you keep talking, “If I was stronger and was able to stop him people wouldn’t have been hurt…Midoriya wouldn’t have had to leave…Star would be alive.”

“Shimura..” All Might says

“I could get my quirk back.” You say and All Might whips his head to look at you in shock, “Eri was able to do it to Mirio and he has his quirk back alright..it’s been brought up a few times, I thought it was better I stayed quirkless. One For All remains dormant inside me weaken by All For One but at first, it was alright. I was dead to the world...I couldn’t hurt anyone with my quirk…All For One couldn’t take control of me anymore. But now…with everything happening, everyone getting stronger...Shigaraki and All For One growing, and now Star’s death it all just kinda hit me.” Your gaze is solely focused on Midoriya as he speaks with his classmates a smile on his face.

“You told Midoriya and me that one day we would have to face off a great evil. That it was our destiny and at first I was excited to have a purpose in my life..to finally do good after everything I’ve done. For a time I thought it was all bullshit, that it shouldn’t be our responsibility we were kids…we still are kids and this pressure shouldn’t be put on us but it was. Add the trust issues and everything that happened I grew distant, from Midoriya, from you…from what this ‘destiny’ was. I thought I could avoid it. Change fate. Get Shigaraki to stop, convince him otherwise but him…my brother was long gone replaced by whatever All For One created.” You grow quiet the weight of your words resting heavily on All Might’s shoulders.

“You can’t run from destiny..it would always come true.”

“Y/n…”

“I’m going to take my quirk back…not All For One’s or One For All’s my quirk..my power..and I’ll do my part.” You say your face hardens your decision certain, “And if everything fails and we don’t win..I’ll be able to die knowing I did my part as a hero. I’ve atoned for my sins..the blood on my hands will never be washed clean but I tried my best.” You look at the hero a weak smile on your face and a tear falls gently down your face before you look back at your class…your family.

“I was able to find a family here…find love..and that is me, Y/n Shimura accepting my destiny…right Toshinori?” You look at him and he holds his composure nodding and the two of you look back at your classmates.

“Yes…yes it is Shimura.”

You stood inside Recovery Girl’s office a private room large enough for what was to happen.

“Are you sure about this Ms. Shimura…this is something you can’t just pull away from once this begins, the process will be quite painful due to the power of the quirk.” Principal Nezu asks you and you nod sharply. You had made your mind up long ago and you weren’t going to take it back despite the pain you were going to endure. All For One is such an old and powerful quirk you would revert your body to a state where you had a powerful quirk. A time when your body was suited for it and despite the training you pushed yourself into you wouldn’t know how your body will react until you received the quirk. As a child, you can’t remember the strain you went through to gain this quirk probably with help from the doctor but you survived and you would survive again.

“I have to do this..It’s the only way we can win this war.” You say looking over at the people with you in the room, Principal Nezu, Recovery Girl, Endeavor, Hawks, Best Jeanist, All Might, Mirio, Eri, and Midoriya. You were shocked to see Mr. Aizawa had joined as well with Present Mic.

“Every time something bad is going to happen you’re always somehow involved,” Aizawa says through the screen that Present Mic held and you almost cried out seeing him, while he had lost his leg and his eye he was still your every sarcastic homeroom teacher.

“Eri’s quirk will rewind your body back to a state where you had your quirk, due to the fact the last time you had your quirk was during the battle we have a team of doctors on standby for any injuries that may appear.” Recovery Girl explains and you look over at the young girl who is playing with her fingers beside Mirio. You walk over kneeling down pushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Thank you for doing this…seems like you’re saving me again.” You say a smile on your face and she nods before her arms wrap around your neck and you hesitate before hugging her back.

“I won’t let you down.” She says and you smile standing up and petting her head Mirio gives you a comforting smile before you look over at the heroes.

“Thank you for coming.” You say to the top three heroes.

“Eh a chance we either see you gruesomely die, you gain your quirk and we have to take you down, or you’re all good. Just a normal day I guess now.” Hawks shrugs and Best Jeanist elbows him giving him a look. You smile, thankful for some humor for today.

“You’re taking a chance for all of our sakes…thank you, Shimura.” Best Jeanist says and you look over at Endeavor your mentor.

“Stay focused and strong. I know you won’t fail.” Endeavor says and you nod before looking over at All Might he steps forward his hand cupping your face and pushing your hair back.

“You’re strong Shimura…stronger than any of us right now... you can do it.” He says his hold on your face comforting and assertive you nod pulling away and you look at the last person. Midoriya was standing still trying to stay composed beside All Might but you could see through him.

“Come here you baby.” You hold your arms out and he rushes into your arms pulling you tight to him his grip tight but grounding. You both hold each other before you lean back holding his face and pushing the hairs in front of his forehead back kissing the same spot you always do on his forehead.

“I love you.” You say and his eyes widen like saucers, “I love you Izuku Midoriya and you deserve me telling you this…before I ya know…maybe die in a gruesome way. So yeah.” You say and he’s silent and you see the tears filling his eyes and you pinch his cheeks to distract him, “Hey no crying.. 'cause if you cry I cry and that’s not really cool. Besides I’m trying to do this really cool goodbye-I love you-I may die-goodbye thing so please don’t ruin it.” You say rolling your eyes and he chokes out a laugh and you smile pecking his lips.

“I’ll be fine Broccoli Boy okay.” You say and he nods keeping his tears contained.

“I love you Y/n.” His voice cracks slightly and you feel a part of your heart crack..smiling you take in every detail of him, from his hair to his brilliant green eyes, the freckles splattered across his face everything as if this is your last moment with him. He leans in for a kiss but you step back still holding his hand,

“Kiss me when I wake up.” You say and he nods the two of you heading over to the table and you lay down still holding his hand as Recovery Girl places the straps around your hands and ankles and the last one around your head to hold it down. Squeezing his hand he smiles teary-eyed stepping back beside All Might and you look at them all taking them all in…these may be the last people you ever see.

Principal Nezu steps closer, “Thank you Ms. Shimura for everything you’re doing for us as a student of U.A. and a hero.” He says and you smile before looking at the ceiling. You see Eri step closer standing on a platform to be at your level as you lay there.

“See you all in a bit.” You smile and look at Eri nodding and her horn begins to glow a bright yellow her hair floating a bit from the power running through her and you look at Midoriya a smile still on your face as you keep eye contact. Eri’s hand presses against your chest and your eyes turn a bright white your body locks up and everything goes black the last thing you see is Midoriya only him.

“Y/n come on Papa is going to be mad!” A voice calls out follow by footsteps running away.

“Be careful she’s fragile...Tenko.” A woman’s voice light and warm speak

“What’s her name?” A boy’s voice asks and the woman chuckles.

“Y/n..her name is Y/n Shimura.”

You see a ceiling and pushing yourself up you find yourself on a bed finding yourself in a home…your home. Standing from the bed you look around everything looks normal but the decorations in the room change from what would look like a child’s room to a teenager’s room.

“Mama…” You call out your voice echoing through the house as you step into the hallway, “Papa…Hana..grandma..grandpa?” Your footsteps are light as you travel down the hall and you find yourself in the living room pausing at the sight before you. Your whole family stood in the room frozen in different poses, your mother and father sitting on the couch your mother with a smile painting on her face and her hands mid-clap. Your father sits back his leg resting on top of his other one a small smile on his face. Your grandparents sit on the other lounge chair smiling on each of their faces looking down at the children sitting on the floor. Hana is on her knees mid-laughter as Mon is licking all over her face. Tenko is sitting off to the side the tiniest grin on his face his hair all black his grey eyes widening with wonder. The perfect family…

“Y/n.” A voice calls out and you turn looking away from the display of your family and finding yourself floating in space, around you were broken memories of your life. Fragmented moments repeat on broken platforms as they present themselves before fading. Moments of you as a child repeat like a broken record you running around your yard chasing after Mon as your siblings and mother watch before it resets and begins over again.

“When I become a hero I’ll take you with me and we can be heroes together just like we said we would,” Tenko calls out to you a big grin on his face.

“TENKO! DID YOU SNEAK INTO MY STUDY!!” “KOTARO NO!!” “Stop it! Please Papa stop!” Voices scream out and you see the yard filled with everyone as Tenko cries out on the floor your father standing above him while you defend him.

The screams of your family as they die by your brother’s hands show the graphic memory fresh in your mind repeating each time.

“Y/n…” Turning around there you sit in front of your brother the two of you older. The first time you met during the U.S.J. your hand reaches out for him before Aizawa’s capture weapon wraps around you pulling you away.

“Y/n honey…” Your mother's voice calls out to you and sees standing in the middle of battle flames and screams fill the air, “My darling daughter.” She smiles holding her arms out and you move to step forward but something grabs you by the neck pulling you back. Falling into darkness you hit the ground pushing yourself up.

“I wouldn’t keep secrets from you…You’re someone I trust.” Your voice calls out and there you stand feet away from All Might outside a broken door to U.A.

“As would I, Young Shimura.”

“Y/N!” hands grasp your arms and you’re pulled into a puddle of darkness gasping for air you the cool breeze covers you.

“I’m not the bad guy in this situation.” You call out to a boy across a training ground.

“Neither am I…” He responds and fighting ensues.

“For betraying Master.” Her cold voice calls out and you're forced to watch blades enter your body blood pouring out of your body. The life from you draining as your classmates cry out to you from above.

“Shimura.”

The darkness pulls away revealing a boy pressed up the wall under a bridge tears pouring down his face. Stepping closer you bend down and he looks up and you see the light blue hair and red eyes staring back at you.

“Tenko..” You breathe out and when you hold out your hand you stumble back seeing the hole resting in the center of your palm.

“Y/n Shimura…” His voice is cold and you find yourself on a platform the world breaking down pieces of your memories around you cracking and decaying into nothingness. Moments of your past and your present melding together destroying itself standing on a platform further away shadows and power surrounding him.

“All For One.” You call out your voice echoing out in the darkness and you look down finding yourself in your hero costume, the injuries from the battle slowly growing across you and healing before reappearing again.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” He says and you shrug staring back at where his eyes should be if they weren’t covered in scars and mutilated flesh. “You won’t survive the process of regaining my quirk. You barely did the first time.”

You had begun to notice the memories of your present had begun cracking and fading away…was this dying..was too much rewinding back, you were now in your old hero costume the battle during the raid.

“It’s my power…you hold no claim on me anymore.” You shout back at him a burning feeling running through your injuries from the raid appearing making you stagger before they rewind back disappearing.

He grins, “How wrong you are Shimura…you and Tomura believe you can resist my hold but you soon will submit or suffer the consequences.” Cuts and scrapes and your nose rebreak, the night at Kamino Ward.

“Look at yourself your body is unable to handle the full nature of All For One that you are writing yourself out of existence.”

Memories fade your mind growing hazy…why were you even here? Shouldn’t you be at a summer camp?

Your chest grows tight pain growing across your body stabs and cuts from the Hero Killer’s blade reopen old wounds reopened. Your clothes are now your school uniform.

“You’re only option is to submit...I will make you stronger Shimura..” He calls out a platform separating from when you stand is created. And this pull of shadows and pain, memories decaying from your mind as your take a step forward. With that single step, the world around you shakes as each step destroys more moments of your life. Ice and Fire spread through your arm the burns on your skin leaving from the Sports Festival that memory dying as well.

“This was your true destiny… Becoming a hero was a moment of weakness.” All For One says each step growing closer to him the world around you as your life fades your free will dying as you move towards his side.

Flashes of memories during your first villain attack when they attacked your class. The flash of blue hair and red eyes causes you to stammer. “Tenko..” You whisper out taking a step back and the memory that fades lightly reappears.

“He is safe…with me. You can be with him when you join me.” All For One reassure you.

“y/n…” A light whisper of the boy’s voice rings in your ear and you continue moving forward that memory fading completely. You had just completed your first training with your class, and that memory dies. Your first exam determines whether you stay in U.A. when you first discovered your quirk.

“Y/n Shimura..” A ghost drifts past your ears the faint static electricity runs through your veins but you continue moving. Your clothes being your middle school uniform your hair loss of its white color but h/c.

“You’re almost there Shimura.” His voice lures you closer to times of your middle school years go as a child fighting for a man’s goal. To defeat the Number One, the Symbol of Peace. Hair a deep black as you stand before him as he towers over you like a building. The only lasting memory left was going with your brother, clutching his shirt as you followed after him. You had to go find your parents and your sister, and where were your grandparents?

“I’ll keep you safe,” The man before you says holding his hand out the small hole resting in his palm,

“Y/n Shigaraki.”

Your small hand reaches out just a hair away from taking his.

“I LOVE YOU Y/N SHIMURA!” A boy’s voice yells out. Turning away and there stands a young boy with green hair and green eyes wide with wonder and love. “You’re amazing. I can say it again. Y/N SHIMURA IS THE MOST FUNNIEST, SMART, CREATIVE, STRONG-”

“WHAT IS THIS?” All For One yells out as the young boy moves forward slowly aging until a teenage boy stands in front of you.

“I love you Y/n Shimura…” He says holding out his hand and you can’t help but stare at the older boy in front of you. Everything in you was telling you to ignore it, accept All For One’s hand, but just a small part of you somewhere deep inside you was fighting. You knew him…

“Izuku…?” You whisper out and a smile grows on the boy’s face.

“NO! I OWN YOU SHIMUR-” All For One bellows swiping his hand out but it’s caught by the wrist being held back. Your gaze is cold staring back at him. All For One a villain having such a deep impact on Japan causing so many people’s lives to be ruined staring back at a girl. A girl who was born with no purpose in the world but had such a deep impact on those around here for the better. White hair floats gently around your hair your deep red eyes staring back at him.

“No…you don’t.” You say tilting your head slightly, “Because this is my power…” Shadows surrounding All For One pull away from him light coming forward parts of himself cracking and being pulled into yourself as he fails to break free from your grasp, “This is my quirk…my life..not yours. You thought I was going to be your weapon again? Your sword…” You shake your head and for once you can see fear cross his face...

“You’re wrong. This is mine..always will be,” You pull him forward power running through your veins in a bright glow,

“This is my destiny.”

The shadows around him and himself completely disappear completely absorbed releasing a bright light blinding you for a second. Looking around you find yourself in the backyard of your childhood home the sun shining down on you, the sound of laughter has you looking over inside the home you see yourself with your family all together smiles on your face. Your parents and grandparents watch with smiles as their children/grandchildren play together. Your eyes widen seeing Nana Shimura in the room as well standing beside your father. Almost sensing the staring she looks out meeting your eyes and she smiles nodding at you. The sensation of part of you coming back...One For All…

“Y/n..” A voice calls out and you turn from your family seeing a boy sitting in darkness covered in hands all around him holding him down. He looks consumed by them being held captive, his eyes meet yours and it instantly hits you. He wasn’t dead he was still alive..your brother was still alive.

“Tenko..”

“Y/n…save m-” He calls out before the hands consume him dragging him into the shadows and left standing there is a man…what the boy had become..what you wished he never became.

“Shigaraki…”

“Y/n..”

Your eyes snap open gasping for air sitting up the restraints around you cracking instantly. Your eyes take in Mirio holding Eri back in his arms All Might in front of the two, the Top Three Heroes all ready with their quirks, Present Mic and Aizawa were looking at you worriedly, Principal Nezu and Recovery Girl stood back the healer ready to call the doctors in, and there he is, Izuku Midoriya.

“Tenko…he’s alive.”

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nymph-of-water · 2 months

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Shut up THE FRICKING PARALLEL VICTORIA I-

My mind is my own.

-Erida of Galland, Fate Breaker

The only person in my head is me.

-Coriane Jacos, Queen Song

#it gives the same vibe #victoria aveyard #erida of galland #coriane jacos #fate breaker #queen song #the red queen series #realm breaker #fate breaker spoilers #i guess

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imaginethezeldaverse · 10 months

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Masked Menace (Part 2) - Yunobo x Reader (NSFW)

Whewwww this one was both long and apparently, long awaited! Thank you everyone for your patience, I appreciate you all being supportive. For my Yunobo lovers: I got you always ❤️ Reader is written female/afab. Again there are some Tears of the Kingdom spoilers for characterization and setting the scene for Goron City below. Please be aware of that!

Since Yunobo had left to figure out whoever was calling him to Goron City, you made your way back home - right above YunoboCo HQ. It didn’t occur to you how taxing the trek to Eldin would be, and after a quick soak in the hot springs and changing into some flowy linens you found yourself fast asleep in the bedrock in Yunobo’s room. Your rest was dreamless, far too much for you to make sense of right now - so your mind instead chose not to.

Suddenly, you were shaken awake by the sounds of unbearable screeching. Thinking something was looking to attack Goron City, you swiftly made your way to the front entrance of the building. Slergo and Offrak were running toward you, arms waving in some sort of excitement.

“They did it! They did it!” yelled Slergo, stopping short in front of you. Offrak tapped his friend’s back, a toothy smile following, “Yunobo and Link fixed the city!”

You peered down at them in surprise, Link was back? Last you remembered he had gone missing for months after he informed Yunobo he was heading to the Hyrule Castle depths. Then when the Upheaval happened…he was gone without a trace. You wracked your brain for an answer; if Link returned, then maybe that was the ‘someone’ Yunobo was referring to. Your hands were grabbed by the two Goron children, who led you outside to the source of their elation. Immediately you saw purpled smoke evaporating above Death Mountain - the same that left the cave systems around YunoboCo. All three of you snagged a mining cart back to Goron City, more questions on your mind than ever before at the sudden shift in disposition with the two younglings you were with. Were they not just terrified of Yunobo earlier that day? You thought to ask them once your cart finally hit Goron City, but the incredible wave of cheers and excitement drowned out all of your thoughts. At the entrance of the city actually stood Link, the silent hero you had come to be good friends with through the years, and standing next to him…was the reason your spine held a chill. The boys ran ahead of you, unable to contain their joyful shouting amongst the rest of the Gorons. While more often than not you’d be thrilled to see your beau amongst his people, smiling and laughing, after earlier - you felt an air of apprehension. Was he back to normal? Was everything actually okay? He seemed that way…the odd golden mask and other accessories you recollected him adorning were gone now; all he wore was the Boulder Breaker on his back and the YunoboCo chest plate that you were so familiar with. Yet the vision of his harsher treatment of you and the way he overpowered you fairly easily was still fresh in your mind, your face giving way to a shuddering blush. Yunobo somberly thanked everyone for their well wishes and praise, though it was clear that he held a considerable amount of shame - both for the fate of Goron City and especially for his actions. You watched on as he assured the community was back to normal now and that with his new power, he would keep Goron City safe. The sting in your shoulder flashed in a dull ache, and your arms came around your body. Your stomach was doing flips - you needed some time before you could think to approach Yunobo right now. On your heel you turned, saving your opportunity to speak to him for when he arrived home.

What you missed, however, was the set of saddened eyes that watched you walk away.

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Nightfall came. The tired steps of Gorons returning home from mining for the day was your visual as you watched them rolling and carting back into the city. The sigh that left you was a hefty one; after the day you’d had, it still wasn’t over. Not until…

A soft knock sounds behind you. You hear your name.

You turn slowly, anxiety only creeping up your limbs when you see the remorseful figure of your boyfriend standing in the doorway. Yunobo struggles to meet your gaze, his hands clasped nervously in front of him - it reminds you of when he was younger. There’s some hesitance in you to move, but you do anyway, leaning your head down to try and catch his eyes.

“Are you…okay?” you start, eyebrows turned up in concern. His head drops a bit, choosing to look at his fidgeting hands. He swallows thickly, “I should be asking you that.”

He’s beating himself up internally, you can see it. Your exhale is a little on the louder side, and you turn away from him to try to ease his nerves. One hand finds your opposite elbow, closing around your frame. There’s an awkwardness in the air, both of your thoughts trained on the events that have transpired between you both this morning. The conversation is unavoidable and yet neither of you know where to even start. Eyes closed you say softly, “I’m fine, Yuno…I just…wanted to be sure you were.”

Yunobo straightens up, making his way into the bedroom with careful steps. He had been so unlike himself, so abrasive and rude to so many people. Knowing that, he’s fearful of what he might’ve said or done, but he knows he can’t just let things be as they are right now. “I’m okay now, I promise. I’m sorry it took me so long to come home, I—“

A slight breeze in the city rolls through the window, shuffling the loose linen you wore off of your shoulders. A thunderous pause hits the Goron when he sees it: teeth marks, big and slightly bruising on your shoulder blade…teeth marks that look exactly like his. He feels his chest cave in, the world around him falling to stunned silence. No wonder you wouldn’t look at him. No wonder you didn’t meet him in Goron City after he’d come back from Death Mountain.

No. Wonder.

His voice was barely audible to you; an airy, hurt murmur, “I hurt you…”

The meekness in his tone had your attention reverted back on him. Your hand shot to your sore shoulder, “W-What?”

He watched your hand smooth over the same area he’d just seen. Yunobo’s hands trembled at the realization, his memory starting to piece together the events of this morning. How he grabbed your arm, spoke to you so aggressively, ravaged you like a mindless beast — and left that bite to your shoulder. Falling to his knees, he clutched his head in horror and disbelief.

“…I…hurt you…!” croaked the champion, the tears catching in his throat, “I know it’s the mask’s fault but…I didn’t think it would…I-I can’t believe I didn’t…”

It was your turn to feel heartbreak. The guilt he felt was palpable, and to see him in full on tears had you ready to sob yourself. You were at his side immediately, your hands prying his large ones off himself in order to place your arms there. Gingerly you cradled his head, pressing his ear to your chest. Fingers carded through his hair, “It’s okay, Yuno…I’m okay. I was just scared something horrible had happened to change you,”

Your bottom lip shook as you remembered the sneer he gave you while under that mask’s possession, “I thought I’d lost you, the real you.”

Yunobo hugged your frame tighter to him, his hands covering your back entirely.

“My love, I….Hylia, I’m so so sorry…” whimpered the Goron, his head nuzzling into your chest even further, “I would never want to hurt you, you know that, right?”

Gently you pulled from his embrace, your hands sliding down to his cheeks to pull his face upright. He blinked up at you, remorse and apologies swimming in his tearful gaze. You lent him a sympathetic smile, “Not only do I know it, but you never really hurt me, sweetheart, it looks worse than it feels.”

Pressing your forehead to his you whispered, “I’m just glad you’re okay now.”

You pull him to his feet to lead him towards your bed. A little comfort and close proximity is the remedy you think you both need right now. The clank of his metal chestplate sounded not too far off whilst you slid off your slippers. As you laid down, Yunobo gingerly wrapped his arm around your waist. You felt him fix his chin to sit at the top of your head, the warmth of his chest spreading across your back. There was tension in his hold - something still weighed on his mind. Touching his hand, you whispered, “What’s wrong, Yuno? I can feel your nervousness.”

The Goron sighs, he knows nothing gets past you when it comes to reading him, “…Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

The guilt you two feel is visible on both of your faces, though neither of you can see them. Yunobo in dire straits for thinking he’s brought you to harm, and you because you can hear how downright awful he feels about it. You are sure, but it seems like he’s beyond convincing. A thought pops in your head, however. Leaning your head back, you look up at the slightly bewildered champion, “Maybe you’d like to kiss it better?”

After all, what could be nicer (in your mind) than to have something “bad” be replaced with something good, right? Yunobo’s cheeks flush for a moment, his hands lifting off of your frame as he absorbs your words.

“I…u-um…!” but his stuttered response doesn’t stop you from moving. Within a moment’s notice you’re sitting upright with your back to him, your fingers pulling the very flowy shirt you wore to fall off of you completely, exposing your afflicted shoulder. Yunobo’s fussing comes to a silence, and you can feel him eyeing your skin. You breathe for two counts before large palms smooth over your forearms. Though you can’t see his face, you can sense his displeasure, feel the furrow in his brow. His voice is low, a wilted whisper into your hair, “…I’m sorry.” His kisses begin at the top of your head, trailing to your cheek and eventually down the expanse of your neck. Your hum is pleased, and he continues. His lips press gently over the bite marks, an outpour of love and regret in such a light gesture. He kisses over the spot a multitude of times, as if to cover the bruising skin with the care it deserves: his tender affection to bleed over the possessive blemishes he left on you. Yunobo’s arms come around you fully now, pressing you into his chest. His lips are at your ear, “You mean the world to me, you know…I can’t imagine my life without you in it,” you’re turned in his hold, your cheek being caressed by a warm touch, “Please…let me make it up to you?” Though you felt there was nothing for him to make up for, you knew better by now than to argue the point. Yunobo’s guilt was more than just a simple mark on your shoulder - it was about him jeopardizing being the Goron you wanted, the Goron you deserved. He cared so deeply for you, and after treating you the way he did, possessed or not, he couldn’t let your last intimate encounter with him be what it was today. Replace the careless nature of his possessed aggression with sensations of love and want; Yunobo would rewrite his name on your body. You realized this; with you leaning into his touch you simply replied, “Okay, Yunobo.” His smile was soft, but genuine, a thumb coming to stroke the apple of your cheek. “Lie back, my love,” he gestured, letting you go so you could move. Heart pounding in your chest, your thoughts already flurrying as to what he could want you to lie down for. You took a deep breath, stretching out to full length across the stone mattress. Yunobo took your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before capturing your lips once more in an impressionable kiss. Your cheeks felt of soft fire as you returned it, your hand shooting up to caress the side of his face. The kiss, though an apt inkling of how you felt for one another, was brief. Your Goron had other plans in mind - ones that began at the feeling of lips touching your jawline. They trailed upward, just under your ear, and then further down - gentle kisses dotting a pathway along the sensitive spots of your neck and throat. Your fingers curled at his chest, palms shuddering there and growing desperate to take hold of him with the way he was kissing downward. A thumb rubbed gentle circles into your hip, his warm breath rolling over the very shoulder that caused him so much grief. A quick stuttered huff before he littered featherlight kisses over the afflicted area. He wanted to shower you in nothing but devotion whenever the opportunity arose - so to make up for the pain he had caused you, he did exactly what you had asked and replaced those ugly marks with his true feelings. Each mark and groove of his previous bite was covered in kisses of adoration, appreciation, regret, iniquity, and of them all most prevalent: love. You swooned in his affections, his name a breathy quiver on your lips. Soon his soothing fingers slid up the curve of your hips, resting just at the waistband of your linen pants. “May I…?” came Yunobo’s question, pausing entirely to await your response. Your response followed with an affirmative hum, your own hands smoothing over the broad expanse of his biceps and shoulders. A final kiss to your shoulder and he moved south, slowly relinquishing you of the sole piece of clothing that covered your lower half. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him: slightly flushed but hunger and determination swimming across his features. His head lowered upon you, beginning his trail of kisses once more. They would cover just under your navel, descending downward to hit points on your hip bone, your inner thighs, out to your knee and ending at your calf. You felt an overwhelming wave of tenderness hit you at how sweetly he treated your body, his careful kisses and comforting touches reminding you of who he really was: your beloved boyfriend, the Goron you were hopelessly in love with, and above all else: your equal. So when his kisses eventually lined the length of your other leg and made its way to the place between your thighs, he intended to reiterate that very last fact to you. Your last encounter with him left him taking from you. This time he intended to give. With his hands effectively at your thighs, Yunobo parted them slowly, your slit on full display in front of the Goron champion. It finally clicked what his next objective was, and your hand gingerly laid on top of his own, “You don’t have to, Yuno…” He laughed something airy, shuffling himself at the end of the bed. With a firm grip on your hips, he pulled you down with him. You often forgot how strong he could truly be, even after the most recent events (and especially with how delicately he just finished kissing your body) it always threw you and your loins for a loop when an ounce of his real strength moved you about so easily. His hands came up under your thighs once more, settling them open and allowing himself to take his place between them. A chaste kiss to the inner corner of your thigh, “I want to,” you trembled slightly at the feeling of him exhaling over your mound, “I want to make you…feel good…” and with his broken sentence at an end, he slid his tongue into your entrance. Your breath was hitched upon intake, the warm and wet appendage immediately rolling to devour your wetness. With his mouth busied at your heat, Yunobo shifted ever so slightly to rest your knees over the solidity of his shoulders. He would see to it that you fell apart in pleasure; his tongue curled inside of you, lending you low, muffled moans accompanied by the lewd wet slurping of his ministrations. Your fingers found the softness of his hair, your nails combing through the white locks as your back was slowly finding its arch. Lashes flitting shut you whined when the rounded edge of his nose bumped your clit, “Ahh! Yunooo, oh Yunobo…!” He groaned in response, your outcry sparking a fire in his chest. He groaned into your pussy, inhaling another long lick deep inside you. You were falling fast, flits of electricity pulsating in your limbs and deep in your belly. However, as good as his tongue felt within your walls - you needed more, wanted more. Six long months you were without your boyfriend. The Goron who held you at night, made you feel safe; the one who loved you and meant it in everything he did. You needed that Yunobo on your skin.

“Yuno, ungh! Y-Yuno, hold on,” and he would pause, lifting his head in concern. Your hand slid from the top of his head to his cheek, “I…Can we…” you trailed off as you bit your lip. The sheen on his mouth and the darkening of his azure eyes as he watched you intently had your words failing you. With a quick lick of his lips, Yunobo untangled himself from you. You were still in the process of figuring out what exactly it was you wanted to say before you were lifted into his strong arms. Bewildered were you as the world around you turned and then suddenly stilled. A blink. And then another. When you looked down to assess what was happening, you felt a pair of sizable hands rest on your thighs. Yunobo had slotted himself underneath you, sitting you on his torso. He dug his heels into the edge of the bed, scooting you both into the middle. Your hands found his chest as you steadied yourself on him, though the grip he had on your legs would make sure you didn’t fall.

“Is this…okay?” Yunobo asked, streaks of red crossing his rounded cheeks. There was warmth blossoming in your chest, touched by his politeness even though he was so overwhelmed with need. As much as Yunobo was dedicated to making you feel good as he’d promised you, you knew that he too was starting to feel just how harsh a toll six months without you can take. You felt it when he unknowingly ground into you as he was kissing your neck, felt it when his hold on your thighs would grip bruisingly hard for a mere second and then let go as he ate you out. The slightest tremble in his giant palms on your thighs was no different. Reaching behind you, all of these suspicions were confirmed at the hardened length of him that you skimmed your palm down. He was thicker than your wrist, a fact that always made you shudder with excitement. But with your position above him, you understood what he was insinuating by placing you here. He wanted you to take. To make him give it to you (though you both would have no objections of course). The power would be in your hands. Even with the state of his need sitting hard as a rock against your backside, he would still consider you first. You sighed in a swoon, he really was such a sweet man to the end. Your lips turned up in a soft smile, “Yes, Yuno…this is perfect.” With some nerve, you lifted your hips, shifting down his torso. You gave his dick a few quick pumps, a move that earned you a repressed groan, before you pressed your palm into his chest. A deep inhale as you lined him up against your entrance. Yunobo squeezed your thighs for the umpteenth time, the wet heat of your pussy already affecting him. Slowly you slid down on him, your lips parting at the deep stretch of him opening you up. This wasn’t your first, second, nor third time having sex, yet it was always a matter of acclimation to accommodate his size. Both of your hands kept you stable as you took him inch by delicious inch, your legs spreading as you continued your descent down. When you finally felt like you could take no more, you exhaled in a shake. Your eyes opened slowly to see Yunobo seeming to still hold his own breath. Face reddened by his constraint and his arms careful with their grip on you, you couldn’t help but smirk. It was clear how badly he needed you. You pushed off your knees, lifting your hips to set your pace. Immediately desire raced up your spine, Yunobo’s cock allowing you to feel completely full. Your hips would retreat and descend upon his own with some force - with you taking him deep and rather hard despite how slowly you moved. You needed to savor him, the plight of your time away really begging your body to appreciate how good he felt inside of you after being apart for so long.

And he would comply. Though he desperately wanted to sheath himself in your silken heat at a rate that would surely leave you sore - he faltered to you, his love and respect for your desires outweighing his thoughts even now. You began moving faster, needing some speed in the mix of your riding him, your nails now starting to dig into the rough planes of his chest. Yunobo peeked an eye open: the vision awaiting him made him only painfully harder. Your plush lips parted, breathy moans and wanton whines sounding in the beautiful tone that was your voice. He eyed your breasts, full and bouncing from each thrust you laid down on his cock. Finally, he took in the sight of your quivering thighs, the wetness of your pussy shining at your inner thighs - dripping from you and down the length of him to gather at the soft patch of hair just above where you joined. “Hahhh, gods…you f-feel amazing,” Yunobo moaned, his hands skating up to grasp your hips. You would sink down on him faster still, “Mmmf, so do you. But, I…ohhh, I…” You were starting to lose focus, your body trying to chase an end that you were finding yourself struggling to reach. Sensing your building frustration, you were adjusted to sit a little more upright, your Goron beau following suit. A hand snaked behind you to capture your lower back, the other planted firmly on your thigh. “Let me…I’ve gotcha,” was the Goron’s curt rumble in your ear. This angle had Yunobo impossibly deep, and you couldn’t help but to throw your head back from the way he was now fucking up into you. Your arms instinctively went around his shoulders, nails attempting to bite into the impenetrable rock of his upper back. You did not relent, however, as you still swung your hips to try and meet his thrusts. Eventually you lost your own control willingly, his cock penetrating you at a pace you could no longer keep up with. “Yuno, Yuno, Yuno, I–oh god, please…!” The mantra of his name on your lips in tandem with your licentious begging had him gritting his teeth in ardor. Your body was perfect on him, soft and pliant to the roughened hardness that made up his. You balanced him in every conceivable way. He would trade anything to have you in his arms forever like this. And to think he almost jeopardized you… Yunobo growled as he shook the thought, slamming his hips up into you and effectively tearing a scream from your throat. You were cumming hard and fast on his cock, whole body wracked in an explosion of colorful passion that cascaded through every fiber of your being. Clutching desperately around his neck, you sobbed out your affections for him, babbling near unintelligibly about how much you’ve missed him and you deeply you loved him as he continued to feed your body his anguished lust. “I know, nghh, I know, I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry hahhh IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou I…!” You were firmly seated in his lap, his final thrust burying his cock as far you could take him and spilling inside of you. A shiver rolled over the entirety of your body with the force of heat that filled you between your thighs. You held Yunobo close, with his lips placing lazy kisses at your throat, and you gently scratching at the back of his head. It would be some time before he finally pulled out of you, leaving you whimpering from the emptiness. He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead before laying you down with him. Your back was warmed by his chest, while the mass of his hand laid over your stomach and hips. Shimmying a little further into him, you hummed contently, “I’ll be sore tomorrow, you know.”

The sigh he let out was one of playful defeat, “I’m sure, but this is different…right?” Your hand found his, “Of course - you’re back to yourself now…instead of…well, whoever that mask turned you into.” Yunobo frowned at the memory, “I hope I never see another mask as long as I live.” This made you giggle, and you carefully flipped yourself in his arms, “Fine by me, I prefer to see all of your face anyway,” you lent him a loving grin, “You’re one of my favorite things to look at.” Yunobo’s face flushed wildly at your words, and he squeezed you in close, “Ohhh gosh, when you say things like that…!” He missed your teasing, admittedly. Having you here at home was all he’d wanted ever since you’d left on your expedition. His free hand came to the back of your head, “...I’m so glad you’re back. Welcome home, sweetheart.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, adoration radiating from you in waves, “I’m happy to be home, my love.”

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freddycartr · 25 days

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when i say nicknames in books are my fucking weakness this is what i mean:

“in spite of himself, dom could not help but smile, a grin spreading over his face. she raised her chin to him, her heartbeat a drum in his ears. again, she spun the ring of keys.

elder, she said.

amhara, he answered.”

#realm breaker #sorasa x dom #sorasa sarn #domacridhan of iona #fate breaker spoilers #fate breaker #blade breaker #not to mention my church mouse and my fox #charlie and garion

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heavensmortuary · 3 months

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For the OC asks not-so-nice edition. I don't know your characters well, or really at all, so I want you to be able to gush a little. You decide which character gets each of these, share the details you love best: Alone, Desire, Failure, Fear, Nightmare, Secret

YAY I love talking about my ocs. so

I'll go with Isaac, Kaeer, and Noetah because they're the main ones I draw/think about

Alone: How does your oc deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Isaac likes to be alone, but he doesn't deal with loneliness well. He talks to himself when there's no one to talk to, and being alone, completely, makes him anxious after some time, probably quicker than most. He has been completely alone before for months, and it's never left him, ironically.

Kaeer is almost never alone, however, she can handle isolation better than most. It might be good for her at this point. When no one is watching, her energy drops.

Noetah doesn't like to be alone, but he doesn't like to be around a lot of people either. That's why he's usually hanging around Isaac like a shadow. Many people scare him, so he'd much rather be in the company of one or two. He doesn't cope well with isolation at all.

Desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open about that desire? What would they do to fulfill it?

I'm not entire sure yet about Isaac, but there is one thing he would absolutely do if given the chance, and that's killing Boalach in revenge. No hesitation. Kaeer would do anything to feel like she deserves to exist, and this is why she will go to inhumane lengths to prove herself. Noetah would do anything to to help his siblings live longer lives.

Failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

Spoilers for both Isaac and Kaeer 👀. not yet. Noetah's biggest failure is the reason he's still alive; abandoning his home in order to live, while leaving his siblings behind (he has hundreds of siblings, and they work in a dangerous environment, and only live for a short amount of time doing so. by leaving them, noetah could now live longer). No one knows about this yet

Fear: what is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?

Isaac's fear is eventually falling apart, dying and finally succumbing to his fate that's been placed on him. Life is tough for him because his fear is a part of his daily life. He is not open about this at all.

Besides the very real danger that is Breaker, Kaeer is terrified that she will be deemed unfit to exist any longer, and she will be just as she thinks she is; destructive with no higher purpose. She doesn't tell anyone this.

Noetah is tough to crack because despite being quite frightened of most things, he's willing to do scary things most people wouldn't. He's terrified of being expendable.

Nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with nightmares? Do they tell anyone?

Isaac mainly has nightmares that are ptsd related, relaying previous things that have happened to him, such as being torn apart and left to die, and sewn back together. He has nightmares about eating people he cares about, and a frequent one is a dream where he is rotting like a zombie. He's told a few people about this.

Kaeer has nightmares about Breaker. Breaker scares her more than anything. She absolutely never talks about Breaker

Noetah doesn't have nightmares

Secret: What's one secret your OC doesn't want anyone to know about them?

I'm honestly not sure yet :]c I'll have to develop them further

#long post #secretwriterstudenjaune #asks #ocs #krakens croaks #oc: isaac #oc: kaeer #oc: noetah

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qoeww · 2 years

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Oh, aren't the tickets unnecessarily cheap?

Well, turtle bros are working hard these times and they definitely deserve an award (not romantic)

Warning: Nothing

No spoiler from movie

Writing type: Short fic

Author note: Haha the movie haha...༎ຶ‿༎ຶ BTW PLEASE GO AND GİVE A HİGHSCORE AT IMDB WHAT THE SHELL IS 5,4??????

This week was so hard for bros, at some point, all the villains seemed to agree to attack at the same time. You haven't seen the turtle's faces for a week, they even reply to your messages late.

You can't lie, you really missed them. You were in a position to not be angry if they come to your house and break everything again. So thanks for your clever mind (and losing your way home) you just found out that Jupiter Jim's new movie was played in theaters. Brothers always talked about it and made you watch but it was... Eh, it was looking low budget and kinda make you remember Star Trek but if they love it maybe you could put up with an hour or two.

You handed the money in your pocket to the young man who works there and bought 5 tickets.

"Oh, aren't the tickets unnecessarily cheap?" You looked at the boy when you took the change. You weren't even sure if he was really listening to you, his eyes were staring blankly.

"Well, if you want to, you can give more."

"Ok, ok, haha- have a nice day sir!"

You took your phone out of your pocket and called Donnie, the phone rang several times and you heard the voice of the purple turtle.

"Y/N, What happened?" He sounded so tired, normally he wouldn't stretch his words, but now it was too long and difficult for him to even say three words.

"Oh, I was gonna say, prepare with your bros and meet me at the cinema."

"HEY, IS THAT Y/N?"

"Yes, Leon and why Y/N? I don't think some of us can even lift their feet."

"C'moooon, don't be a game breaker. I'm waiting you"

"Y/N-"

Donnie looked in disbelief at the beeping phone on his face.

"Well guys, Y/N is waiting us at the cinema."

A different voice came out of every head that heard this. After some minutes to accept their fate, Raph stood up and stretched.

"Ok, D get the keys and I will carry Leo and Mikey to car. C'mon guys."

You waited 15 minutes in front of the cinema, wow- No one really came here. The charging icon of the phone was red, there was nothing you could do but wait. You started to play with the stone at your feet, threw it forward, and followed it with another kick. As you continued like this, a painful brake sound was heard near his ears. The brothers' car stood before you in all its splendor and with the tired turtles inside.

"Y/N, why are we he-"

"Shhh, Raph silence. TA-TA-TADAM, LOOK!" You pointed at the poster of Jupiter Jim with your hands with a proudful smile

"OHMIGOSH, ISN'T THIS JUPITER JIM'S NEW MOVİE AAAAAAA-"

"I totally forgot about it, damn thanks Y/N!"

"I wrote about it in my program but... I didn't see it, eh."

You watched from behind as all three brothers rushed to the cinema. You missed seeing them.

Feeling the pressure on your shoulder, you turned around and Raph was standing there with the warmest smile on his face. "Hey Y/N, thank you so much."

"LEO DON'T PUT YOUR FOOT ON THE SEAT, I CAN NOT SEE!"

"Shhhh shut up guys, I can't hear!"

"RAPH YOU POURED THE WHOLE POPCORN!"

"OH, I'M SOR-"

"Don't worry guys, I'm here for saving the day." Leo grabbed the katana and shook it in the air.

"NO, LEO PLEASE-"

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #I will do request when I stop crying for movie #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt

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ward-leon · 5 months

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the following text is my thoughts about a side character in twa sponsorship wars (season 2). although his role (and fate) doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of things, i'm still putting this under a readmore.

you're welcome to read this if you don't know who that guy even is. i'm not your mom and i won't judge, but there will be slight spoilers. (and i alternate between he and they for conspiracy guy sometimes.)

anyway,

hey guys wouldn't it be terrible if commercial breaker just... became a blurry memory for everyone after his death?

the knights do not mention him being gone.

he's never brought up again.

it's like he never existed in the first place.

the knights have these very vague memories of him. they can remember that there was probably one more knight, and that maaaybe they were a quintet before sir newguy appeared, but they won't be able to tell who was there with them.

there was an extra pair of pauldrons in the knights' armory. it belongs to no one now. there's a pair of shoes to go with it, but no chestplate. just a piece of cloth, a fur collar and a mask.

conspiracy guy remembers backstabbing someone. they can't tell who it was, and probably disregard the memories as unimportant. i mean, how can you be haunted by someone you didn't even know, right?

of course, those were likely left behind with commercial breaker, but that's if we choose to believe conspiracy guy didn't loot his corpse just to sell the equipment as scrap metal before hiding the remains under the copious amounts of money. i mean, all that armor's got to be worth something, the conspiracy is in a tough spot money-wise, so... why not take megacorp's money and the armor?

(oh wait it would be too heavy for conspiracy guy alone to carry. nvm. give the armor to dl (he probably needs it more for his minions anyway) and take the money.)

although, now that i think about it...

wouldn't it also be kind of messed up if conspiracy guy was the only one who could actually remember him?

they backstabbed that guy and got away with it.

they buried him in the vault. nobody noticed.

what blood there was on them had seeped through the cardboard box.

it was a shabby disguise anyway.

no one took note of him going somewhere and taking it off, cutting out the bloody parts, and putting it back on.

that guy had a face, a name, an identity - but no one else thinks that way, apparently.

he's haunted by the spectre of a man who, according to everyone else, may not have even existed.

...but maybe i'm just rambling about nonsense and trying to explain what could probably be just a writing mistake and a continuity error on jp's part. i dunno. tell me your thoughts on this if you read all that or something

#random ramblings #not a reblog #terrible writing advice #death mention #murder mention

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beautifulsnake2162020 · 1 year

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Beautiful Anomaly (Part 8): Morpheus x FReader (Final Chapter for the story)

Gif from tumblr user tennant

Morpheus x FemReader (present day, its a little hard to explain)

A couple of disclaimers:

1.) This is all based on the Netflix show and I have 0 background on the graphic novel it is based on (so don't expect it to be faithful);

2.) This is a fan work, the only benefit I derive from this is sharing it with the community.

AN: I would like to say thank you to everyone who has liked, read, and commented on this fic. This is the shortest chapter among the series but I hope you'll nevertheless enjoy it. Part 9 will be the steamy nsfw scenes that are only implied here (this is Safe For Work since I don't want to sacrifice the story to those who wouldn't be comfortable with NSFW scenes).

Btw if you're planning on reading the crossover spin-off fic "Higher Intervention" which is mainly in the House of the Dragons universe with Sandman elements. There is a spoiler/hint at the end of who FemReader is. If you don't want to know who it is, don't read beyond the line "It's the rise of a new era."

For those of you who are new. I highly recommend reading the previous parts first because I don’t know if you will understand everything without first reading those.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4/ Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Tagging for the last time (If you want to still be tagged for the NSFW chapter please comment below): @winxschester @true-queen-of-mischief @laydreams @memento-mora @daydreamin1220 @kuchokitty @fate-huntress @igotanidea @mikariell95 @seninjakitey

"This is almost unexpected." Morpheus says as he helps you set up your dinner after arriving earlier than expected.

"Think of it as an ice breaker of some kind." You finally lay down the last of the food that you've made earlier. It was on the simple but hearty side. Pomodoro pasta with fresh tomato sauce and basil topped with parmesan cheese; Homemade Garlic bread; Deep fried Calamari sprinkled with some herbs that you have; and for the beverages you place the large carafe of Lipton's lemon flavored iced tea, and another carafe of water.

"We've known each other for awhile."

"You say that and yet it seemed that there are still some parts of you that I have yet to discover. Besides almost all dates start with a meal of some kind." He smiles at that as the two of you seat across each other.

"This is mainly a meal for yourself."

"And I took the effort to not be lazy and cook enough for both of us. You can't refuse and place my efforts to waste." He gives you a smirk with a raised eyebrow.

"You took the effort to make sure I actually eat."

"That's generally the idea, yes. Go on." Shaking his head in amusement he places some of the calamari on his plate as you mix the pasta and the sauce, before taking some and placing it on your plate.

"I know compared to the food in the dreaming, this pales in comparison. But I do hope my efforts satisfy you." He takes some large bites of the calamari, finishing his share in brief time.

"You shall be glad to know that I am more than satisfied." He takes some pasta and the garlic bread.

"Oh thank you."

"And contrary to what you believe, it is at par with what the dreaming serves."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow. Doubt evident in your expression.

"Yes. I am just reminded that the real food satisfies urges that I have forgotten."

"Nourishment satisfies physiological urges so that people may be able to satisfy urges of less physical needs."

"Such as companionship."

"Yes, and the urge to create, the urge to consume stories."

"Almost everything has a story."

"But not everything has to be a story told."

"True, but all stories have some sort of purpose. Whether it's simply to entertain or for something else."

"Like putting me to sleep and leading me to the dreaming?" He couldn't help but smile at this.

"Exactly."

After briefly cleaning up and vigorously washing the dishes. You prepare yourself for the actual date. Morpheus waits in your bedroom as you change in the bathroom. Normally you wouldn't mind simply having him turn around as you change into your sleepwear. But this was just the first date even though you've known him longer than any of your lovers. And you would rather the two of you had a sturdier foundation to build your romantic relationship from. Other things can wait.

You dress in a cotton long-sleeved shift. Not something that people would think of as sexy, but you wanted to be comfortable. Besides, if he had any issue with you dressing more for comfort than for seduction, then he was probably had high hopes for tonight.

"I'm ready." He takes a seat as you settle in your bed. And soon you fell asleep to the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep.

And soon you find yourself in an unfamiliar part of the dreaming. You were in a location that was reminiscent of Venice at a time when gondolas were still the main means of travel. The sun was setting and you could understand how it made the scene so romantic.

"You just can't help yourself can you?"

"I have catered it to your liking. I assure you it is still rather intimate, just as you requested." He steps into an empty gondola and picks up the rowing oar before he lends a hand to you. Feeling giddy you take it and you step into the gondola. Once you were inside, you settle yourself on front of him. And it was then that you realize that it was a modified gondola and was reminiscent of the boat used by the Phantom and Christine to travel into his lair. It was downright luxurious with velvet lining and pillows. And much like the show, it had enough room for two and could double as a bed comfortably.

"You got inspiration from my favorite musical?"

"Yes, among many things that you liked." His voice was lighter and yet still proud about his work.

"Are there rising candelabras later?"

"Maybe next time. I promised to err on the side of comfort and intimacy."

"Well thank you for respecting my wishes."

The journey allowed you to pass by gorgeous sites. In the sky the stars have begun to come out and street lamps show the various people living their lives. Close enough to give you an idea of what they're doing, yet far enough to still allow them some privacy.

"I recall when you were a high priest for Ek Chuah that you enjoyed watching people from afar in the temple. When I asked about it back then if it was similar to my position, you explained that it was something else." He says in a gentler almost affectionate tone. Nostalgia brings you back to that lifetime.

You had just finished the sacrificial offerings to Ek Chuah on front of the populace. Contrary to what some people believe right now, part of your training was to show no malice towards the people who were prepared as offerings. It was well understood that it is a task that no one would volunteer for. Those who had volunteered for it, those who were actively seeking death in the guise of a self-offering were not worthy of being offerings at all. People from either your own or from captured prisoners who wanted to live, who wanted to thrive, were what made them the ideal offerings. Colonial Spaniards later on would think the Aztec people, a newer civilization and culture from the seeds of your Mayan culture, thought that those who were wailing about not being offered on the altar despite them being set free simplified them to be bizarre suicidal people. When really it was about respecting the faith and the preparations made for them to be offered. To not follow through with the offering was taboo, and a risk no one was willing to take.

He appeared by your side disguised as a fellow priest as the two of you look out from the temple. You don't know how long the two of you talked, but when he had to leave, it was about to be dawn, and you had yet to sleep.

"I remembered how puzzled you were that I seemed to enjoy watching people live out their lives. You sometimes watched me do it in my previous lifetimes that you thought it was to simply observe."

"There was a spark that seemed to grow and dim in a pattern I have yet to discover. And it made me curious enough that I needed to know more from you." You briefly hold on to the sides of the boat as he made a turn to the left.

"What I said back then is still true now. I enjoy watching people live out their lives because there are so many possibilities of living life that even with the many lifetimes I lived, I still will not be able to experience everything and anything. I still don't know the nuances of how cobblers make shoes, though I can appreciate watching them work and the product that comes. I still don't know what a teenage boy is whispering to a teenage girl that made her laugh, even though I have a guess as to what it is and have been in both their places. There is just so much possibility, and yet it ironically is also follows a similar pattern no matter where I am born in."

"I remember being startled that you don't just simply use your ability to read the conscious minds of the people you were curious about. But then you explained the intricacies of doing that while you are still mortal and not in your Intangible form."

"I also don't like unnecessarily reading other's minds. They deserve the privacy to actually think whatever their minds want no matter how much I agree, disagree, or any other reaction I may have. If they cannot be themselves in the place that they cannot escape from, then how are they to really know who they are? Even if it is a vague idea of what their true selves may be."

Morpheus makes a right turn before finally stopping at a port where he gets off first before helping you step onto the marble floor. It was only then that you realize that your dress was a more walk friendly version of Christine Daae's white night robe from the show. Made of silk and lace and yet it was so soft and comfortable that you barely noticed it on your skin.

"Is this going to be you singing Music of the Night?" He smiles, his expression lighthearted as you take his arm as he leads you through the streets.

"My equivalent of that perhaps. Originally I was going to treat you to foods that you have been missing for awhile. But since you are still full and you enjoy simply walking around, we shall be taking a longer route to your area in the dreaming." You couldn't help but smile at that as you allow him to lead the way.

"May I ask, did it ever occur to you that simply asking me or telling me would suffice?"

"About humanity or how I felt about you?"

"Both. Some things may have been prevented, some words never said, some misunderstandings cut in the bud."

"Would you believe me if I told you that looking back now, my pride and my ego may have blinded me and contributed to my mistakes." You take a sigh.

"Back then, maybe not. But now-now that Desire has shown me that I too am at the mercy of my own insecurities when it comes to you...perhaps."

"Of all the possible beings."

"They are living up to their name and domain. Even you can't deny that they are right in this instance."

"After they endangered you and risk ending all life in this world and possibly beyond?"

"This instance meaning when we confronted them. Not their actions forcing our confrontation with them. That being said, I could understand their reasons for taking that risk when it comes to the two of us. I'm not blind that they still want to harm you or to bring your ego down. But they were right to be concerned about what it might mean for the Universe if we didn't resolve this."

"Still, I would have appreciated alternative means for us to be where we are now."

The two of you pass by what appeared to be the dreaming's version of Café Van Gogh, only instead of being a still painting, it was animated and teaming with people going in and out and dining in the outdoor tables.

"They are other dreamers, those who have dreamed about dining in the famous Café Van Gogh."

"Can they see us?"

"If they choose to. Otherwise we are simply a couple of bystanders simply passing through their dreams."

"Hmm maybe on our next or succeeding date I would like to dine with you there."

"I shall take that into consideration."

"Out of curiosity, are there any sites or anything you want to do? I don't want to be the only one to have preferences on how we spend our time together."

The two of you take a turn to the right. A slightly quieter area but nevertheless still lively with a bunch of dreamers, their dream companions and some minor nightmares making mischief on their assigned targets.

"In all honesty, I truly am satisfied with simply having dinner with you. I find myself more satisfied from our conversations than anything I could simply conjure in the dreaming."

"Or - maybe you just aren't aware of what your own preferences are having served all beings capable of dreaming for awhile now that you neglected your own self."

"I was not aware that I was also receiving guidance from you."

"I couldn't help myself, I apologize."

"I - I do not mind if you enlighten me more. It seems I feel more receptive to such guidance from you." You couldn't help but make a small chuckle.

"Considering our history together, maybe we could benefit from enlightening each other."

"You? Being enlightened by me? When it is from you that my dreams are constituted and formed?"

"Have you forgotten how I worried that it was my fault that I couldn't save you? You enlightened me with how I aided you in your escape."

"And I wouldn't forget it soon."

"My point Morpheus, is that it turns out we actually benefit from each other." Your heart lightened as he couldn't help but chuckle. Sincerity in his voice as you knew he could see your point.

For the rest of the walk the two of you drift into conversations about how perhaps your domains have long influenced each other and are perhaps more interconnected than just simple influence. The conversation then branched out to various topics, him and his initial thoughts on art, the two of you then debating if art is the best midpoint of bringing dreams into reality.

"In the lifetimes where I was allowed to develop my skills as an artist, I remember being so frustrated that plenty of times my work no matter how praised and favored it was, was still less than how I imagined it to be. It's almost as if however I have imagined it, it was for mine alone and my work was the best I could to share it with others."

"And yet it is also those works that last longer than some of your lifetimes and have gone on to inspire others in their own dreams. I consider that a great compromise for not being able to share the way you have imagined it to be."

"We all want what we can't have. I still find myself mourning over those lost imaginations that seem to leave so quickly once they feel they have served their purpose. Some leave more quickly more than others, some linger for awhile only for me to wake up and suddenly realize that they have already left."

"I feel the same. Not simply about imaginations and thoughts but also some relationships, some things that I realize have simply escaped me."

"Such as connections with humanity?"

"Rather my own misconceptions of humanity."

You find yourself now at the door to your own deceptively small cottage in the dreaming. It was larger inside than what it looks on the outside. Similar to the houses Cain and Abel occupied with goldie, but more to your liking.

"Am I supposed to let go of you now?"

"Should you wish it." His tone was light, his face is neutral, but you could tell that he too didn't want it to end just yet.

"Then" you turn to face him, looking into the eyes that was capable of showing the universe, and a lot more.

"Would it be selfish of me to request you stay until I awake?" His lips turn upwards as he goes closer to you.

"It is a request that would also fulfill my own selfish desire." Smiling at him, you take his hand as you guide him inside.

The two of you spend the rest of the evening at each other's side by the fireplace. You laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you softly talk. It was what you wanted. Intimacy.

Soon you feel yourself beginning to awaken. Not yet but soon.

"Before I awaken, I'm glad how this date went." You feel him gently caress your head.

"I hope I had complied with your wishes."

"It did. It's funny how nervous I was yesterday morning. Finally we go on a romantic date, and yet I was nervous about how it will turn out. When I should've known that time seems to pass by whenever we start talking."

"Your feelings were mutual. I have made so many mistakes trying to be closer to you. I feared that one of the nightmares might secretly interfere and ruin this. Only to realize that we share our desire for intimacy." You look up at him as you feel yourself finally awaken.

"Thank you for this Morpheus."

"Thank you. Enjoy your Sunday."

You awaken with a refreshed feeling and a smile on your face. The next date you two had was in the waking world this time it was your turn to show him around. The setting was still on what you would call as the wholesome intimate side. Which mainly was eating dinner at a restaurant then relaxing in your favorite café, or rather you were eating dark chocolate macademia cookies and every now and then you were sipping Moroccan Mint tea.

In between dates was your informal guidance of him and his thoughts. You made it a rule never to have them on the same day and to have one day at the very least in between them. Not only was this to balance out your new relationship but to also help build the foundation for a longer term relationship that would be viable beyond one lifetime.

He had become more involved with interacting with your domain. You would of course send him back to the Dreaming when you felt he needed to return to his work and not neglect the dreams of all. A task that hung around your head as you recall the consequences of his imprisonment by Burgess.

Eventually he had revealed that he had managed to create an alias for himself in order to continue your courtship in the waking world.

"You chose Rizmon as your last name?" You couldn't help but smirk at this as you view some of the legal documents he gave you to check.

"Is it too unusual?"

"No, but I'm wondering why you didn't just go with Oneiros or ēdrurys?"

"Oneiros might give me away. Ēdrurys sounds to fantastical to be real. Rizmon at least has some believability in both the spelling and its sound."

"For someone who is the embodiment of Dream I have to say this is pretty uncreative of you. Simply translating 'sand' in High Valyrian?"

"Not enough people know about High Valyrian yet and there is plausible deniability of it even then. Rizmon sounds similar to many real life last names such as Desmond."

"I'm rather impressed that you are able to have an occupation that coincides with what you actually do. Mr. Morpheus Rizmon, mysterious investor of the media production company 'Heightened minds'. Headquarters not too far away from a magical community hub and is accessible to mine and Emira's school. Are there actual people in this company or are they just some of your dreams and nightmares?"

"There are actual people involved, yes. It is mainly run by those in the magical community who wish to be involved in the entertainment industry. Mainly with content production such as books, articles, films, and other media that are consumed. Sam's family is the major investor of it as I'm sure he has told you. I just have this position as an excuse to have an occupation."

"Are you actually being paid though?"

"Technically it's paid to your bank account since I don't want to deal with such matter."

"...we might as well open a joint account just to be sure. Otherwise banks might think there is suspicious activity with my account."

"Very well, though it may not be necessary."

"I'd rather have things that I can explain rather than face the penalty of what I couldn't in court."

A question suddenly occurs to you.

"By any chance -?"

"From what I know we are still working on a collaboration with SB19."

"...I projected my question into you didn't I?" He chuckles softly before he fades away back into the dreaming as you make yourself lunch.

Each succeeding date you both had became less of a source of stress and more of a stress reliever for both of you. It almost reminded you of the times when either of you previously intentionally sought each other either in the Dreaming or in the waking world just for a chat.

"Is it odd that I feel how relieved that it is surprisingly familiar? It almost felt like any one of our ordinary meetings but now...now I'm more than aware of our mutual feelings for each other."

"No, it isn't." Death says as she takes a sip from her metal straw of the lemon iced tea you've made. You two were currently in the dining room of your apartment a few days after the Saturday night date.

"Maybe it's because I'm biased, but I was massively relieved when I heard that you two were finally going to be dating and this more than a millenia of mutual pining will finally be resolved."

"Hey - in my defense I didn't know it was mutual up until recently."

"The point is that whatever type of unresolved tension between the two of you is slowly being resolved. The fact that the two of you are now communicating more than ever is promising. As long as the two of you don't become complacent and continually work on your now romantic bond, then I don't see what's the problem." She gives you a knowing mischievous look as you find yourself smiling.

"I don't know if it's because we are currently on the honeymoon stage, but I am thankful that the familiarity in our relationship still allows me to argue with him and him actually rebutting me. I used to be more nervous that he would let any arguments we've had affect our relationship. But to my surprise, he understood that sometimes an argument is just an exchange of ideas."

"A sometimes passionate exchange of ideas."

"You're being weird he's your brother."

"I'm just teasing, I will be hard at work on my duties during times you two want to be intimate."

"Much appreciated dear sister." Morpheus appears to your side from the living area.

"Oh Dream, come to steal away my best friend?" Death says still in the same mischievous and lighthearted voice.

"You were informed before hand that I will be arriving in the early evening. It is no fault of mine that you've lost tract of time."

"Oh and this is the thanks I get for helping the two of you progress in your relationship."

"If by helping you mean persistently tell me to tell him my thoughts then thank you."

"And I'm off. Enjoy your first anniversary you two." She walks out the door leaving you alone with Morpheus.

"Shall we?"

"Let me just get my bag."

"You won't need to worry about anything. I have made some adequate preparations."

"Still, it never hurts to be prepared."

You are transported through his sand into what was clearly in a place opposite your time zone. You weren't sure if this was in the morning or the afternoon but the sun was still on the sky here.

"Where are we?"

"Look carefully." He whispers as he gently turns you around and you see a beautiful yet homely Inn. It was only when you saw the road sign and some familiar landmarks that you finally realize where you were.

"The Inn where I stayed in?! When you were still captured?!"

"It was renovated under new ownership. I managed to get us a private room with a view for a day and an evening."

"So that's why you wanted to make sure that I was both alone and had no prior engagement."

"And that no one wouldn't miss you for a while. Or not beyond reasonable."

"I hope you paid them or at least that you have generously compensated them."

"Worry not. I have paid them in advance using my one of my aliases here."

"Then as long as they are generously compensated I can allow myself to relax."

He leads you to a room in the second floor. Not quite the same as the last time you were here. But given how you died in that lifetime, you were glad for that change.

You enter the room. It was a gorgeous yet intimate suite. The colors are light and they are complemented by bold lines that made the room dynamic but not losing its comfort and intimacy. There was a window bed by the window large enough for one person to sleep in or to serve as a couch. The bed was made of understated but luxurious fabric. Genuine silk for the sheets underneath and the duvet is made of velvet.

"I need to ask, of all the places you could've brought me...why here?"

"It was here that my creation was responsible for your death. And to some degree I felt I too was indirectly responsible for it. I am aware now that such line of thinking if uncontrolled would only lead to more unnecessary pain. And so I felt that I should take you here on our anniversary to make new memories to replace the ones that lead to pain."

You take a seat on the window bed and he rolls the dining table on front of you as he takes a seat across you.

"I guess we have Jessamy to thank for where we are now. She always thought we were eventually going to be a couple. It used to annoy me since I thought you didn't reciprocate my feelings."

"Reminiscing now, perhaps had I been more honest of my own...or my awareness of your feelings, perhaps things may have been different."

"Probably. But a part of me is glad of our rather tumultuous journey here. We both needed help changing. And maybe the fates have seen that this was the best outcome for us."

"Don't mention the three at this time. They have done a lot." You could tell by his tone that he was teasing. Had it been anyone else they may not have recognized it as teasing at all.

"Well they have their own design and are privy more than any of us to the contents of Destiny's book. I still have yet to understand the relationship of those three with him."

"I've learned that there are some things that are best not to inquire. If we were meant to know then the Universe itself would've allowed us such knowledge."

He stands up and gets a bottle of pink champagne from the ice bucket and disposed of the now melted ice from two champagne flutes.

"I remember my own encounter with your former partner Sam." You raise an eyebrow at this as you slice yourself a slice of the apple pie.

"Oh? What did he say?"

"In essence that he would find some way to hurt me if I ever intentionally harmed you. He doesn't care that I am the embodiment of dreams. He cares deeply for you, which at first I was uncertain if it would affect our relationship." He hands you one of the flutes as he clears away the empty plates into a dining tray for dish washing.

"But then?"

"Then I saw him move on with another. And yet I could tell by his dreams that you still hold a deep platonic place in his heart."

"I'm not surprised, we mistook our deep bond for something romantic when it turns out we were just scared of never experiencing it in our lifetimes that we tried to turn our friendship into something else forcefully."

"It was then that I felt relief. And yet I was ashamed momentarily for feeling uncertain about my place with you when I know that if someone else has caught your eye, you would tell me." You reach for his hand across the table as you feel the otherworldly energy on his fingers play with the flow of your own fingertips. The spark that had only dimmed but never left.

"Feelings and thoughts are just that feelings or thoughts. Not all of them define who you are but rather what you do with them."

"And with your help I have improved on managing that." His thumb brushes along your skin. It was so gentle that there was no room to hide the spark of energy that he was stimulating you with.

"None of us are perfect. All we could do is to continue to improve and adapt to whatever changes may happen." You see the love in his eyes, relief, joy, pain, despair, faith, hope among other things that love reaches. Some say that love has no place in dreams. To a certain degree there was truth in that. Love is a verb, a need to act. Love has no place in dreams because to love is to act. And to truly love, it cannot take place in dreams or in the dreaming alone.

Love encompasses all of the Endless.

He takes your hand and guides you to stand.

"I have something for you." He takes a black corded necklace with his sigil as a pendant.

Oh my

Oh the fates

OH THE UNIVERSE.

"Morpheus" Your eyes start tearing up with tears of joy.

"Life, the beautiful anomaly of the universe...will you take me as your spouse and consort? A year by human standards may be too fast. But I have never felt more certain. I will wait till you are ready to marry. For you are worth the wait to become my Queen. I know not what the future holds, but I want to face it with you by my side." The significance of the gift was not lost on you.

With his sigil around your neck you wouldn't need the gallery to call him. It would create a bond stronger than any of the other Endless. With his helm against your skin...the intimacy it implied...the responsibility you would have as consort to the Dreaming in addition to your own responsibilities of the Endless...

And that he was not in a rush and would wait for you to be ready to formally marry.

"Yes." And before you knew it your eyes were closed, you were in his embrace, and your lips were against his. It was slow, sensual, both of you savoring the moment of your commitment to each other.

He releases your lips to let you breathe while he rests his forehead against yours. Your eyes meet and his expression mirrors yours. One filled with joy and hope.

"I can't believe it."

"Then allow me to place it on your person." You put your finger against his lips. A sign to let you speak.

"I can't believe that we had the same idea." You chuckle as you see the surprise on his face as you bring out a pouch from your handbag. In the small pouch was something worth more to you than all other types of rings that existed in this world. Two months before this day you found a metal rose ring from a jewelry store. You bought it and had since been giving some of your power to the ring with the hopes of giving it to Morpheus tonight.

You knew he was ready to commit when in your recent formal guidance sessions he not only actively sought help from you but also from Nadia. You were there as he made his confessions to her as you stood by for moral support. You knew he was ready when he wasn't afraid to tell you of his insecurities and was ready to be vulnerable around you.

You knew you were ready when you placed necessary boundaries to have time for yourself. You knew you were ready when you find yourself no longer thinking that the risks of being with him would be the only outcome of what a marriage with him could be.

You knew you were ready when you found yourself filled with hope among the doubts and insecurities you had, and will have.

You just felt ready. No words could truly describe how you know. Language just became so insufficient.

You lift the ring from the pouch.

"This seems redundant now but I'm not taking any chances." His expression is still one of disbelief.

"Dream of the Endless, would you be my spouse and consort?"

"Yes."

Once again his lips were on yours. Both of you deepening the kiss as he guides you to the bed. You two part as you both take a seat at the edge.

"I believe we should have our own little game to properly exchange our sigils."

"Let me make sure we are uninterrupted first." He takes all the dirty plates in the same tray and pulls the cord summoning a bell boy to take it to the dish washer. Afterwards he pours the Pink Champagne to the flutes and hands one to you.

"To our engagement."

Glasses clink as the two of you share a drink. You felt pleasure in your mouth as the bubbles tickle their way down in your throat. The empty flutes are then placed on the dining room.

"Should I start or you?"

"Allow me beloved."

You turn around as he unclasps the necklace.

"I Dream of the Endless, bestow my power upon this sigil worn by my consort, Life incarnate. She shall share in my responsibilities to the Dreaming and to dreams. I surrender to her what is mine, for our partnership to each other, to the realm, and to the Universe. Till the end of time."

You feel the power in his sigil as it settles on the area just above your cleavage area. Your senses were heightened as you could still feel his breath by your ear and his fingertips on your nape.

Now it was your turn.

You turn to face him as you lift his non-dominant hand.

"Which finger would you like me to place it on?"

"The ring finger would do." You straighten your back as you take his hand.

"I Life Incarnate, bestow my power upon this sigil worn by my consort, Dream of the Endless. He shall share in my responsibilities to the Waking world and to life. I surrender to him what is mine, for our partnership to each other, to the realm, and to the Universe. Till the end of time."

You slip the ring on his finger, and you could feel him sense the power now radiating from your sigil on his hand.

The two of you spent the rest of the time celebrating before he carried you back into your apartment.

You couldn't help but offer your gratitude to the Universe as you lay your head on his shoulder as the sun rises from your window.

It's the rise of a new era.

"You all know the rest." You say as you take a sip of ambrosia gifted to you by Calliope.

"Wow - so you and father being a couple is a new thing?" Knowledge, your son, the middle child and older twin of his brother Imagination says in disbelief.

"How could-How could you not have told each other that you loved each other?"

"Sensuality dear, have you met your father?" You laugh as she still has her jaw dropped open in disbelief. Your second child however was still in disbelief at your story.

"You know what" Connectivity the youngest says as she begins to stand up from the picnic blanket.

"That actually explains why Uncle Destruction and Aunty Death likes teasing father and being overly dramatic that it took him more than a millennia just to confess to mo -Ah"

"CONNECTIVITY!" Vitality, your eldest child and near carbon copy of your recent physical form was able to catch Connectivity before she fell over on her back.

"Be careful sister, you just died in your human lifetime. It takes awhile to get used to our intangible forms."

"I thought it was supposed to be easier? Especially here in the Dreaming."

"Hahahaha easy she says. I don't know about all of you, I was able to settle in pretty quickly."

"Oh shut up Imagination, nobody wants you bragging how you are a natural at it."

"Sensuality, he's the personification of Imagination what else did you expect from my twin?"

"Children." They all calm down with you uttering just one word.

"Vitality dear, how was your meeting with Destiny?"

"He just gave me a brief background of the experiment bestowed upon him by his book. He says I could still take my time thinking if I should accept it since the 'canon' events that lead up to the historical version of the Dance of Dragons are still currently happening. I won't be needed until about 50 to 100 years yet."

"In the meantime she'll be here with us. Practicing and honing your powers as you build your own realms." Morpheus says as he sits beside you and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Wait dad - how did you punish Mark Gal Lanes for what he did to mom?"

"Well Connectivity, you could say both your mother and I played a part here in the dreaming. For a period of time, he was only ever a snake in his dreams. That was the only choice I left him."

"And then I was in the form of a King Cobra. I think you can guess what happens next."

"Oh OH." Knowledge's eyes widen in both horror and astonishment.

"MOM YOU ATE HIM!" Sensuality couldn't help but scream out her shock.

"Well I treated him as a toy first then I ate him as slowly as I can so he will feel himself being digested by me."

"And this happened for how long?"

"About three weeks, Vitality. I considered making a permanent nightmare version of your mother's King Cobra form but then your Aunt, Death says that his time was near and that I and your mother have made our point and received our revenge."

As your children gather around the two of you with your head on his shoulder and his arm placing you in his embrace. You couldn't help but feel satisfied. It turns out as a consequence of being a consort to the realm of the Dreaming, another change entered your life. Instead of only constantly being in the Waking World, you were allowed more freedom to choose when you wanted to re-enter your domain in a mortal form. It was refreshing being in your immortal form for longer than a few years or decades. It was nice having a break, even if it's only just briefly.

Yes, you were satisfied indeed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Once again I would like to thank everyone who has been with me on this journey. This is the end of the story for Beautiful Anomaly with Part 9 being the nsfw scenes that are implied here so that those who don't want to read the sex scenes won't have to endure it.

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