#girl i am not cracking open a living creature. they can stay hidden i only get inside pics of the dead ones

[muirneach]

another mussel expert just showed up on inat and this guy is really nice. ive been tasked with refinding a bunch of mussels and examining them further. i know nothing about these beasts idk what i’m even support to look for but god bless will do

#why are half the people on that site so fucking mean. then the other half are like ‘wow! great find!’ #people get so mean when you take pictures at the wrong angle. sorry i dont know what the key features are!! #anyways they keep telling me to get pics of the insides #girl i am not cracking open a living creature. they can stay hidden i only get inside pics of the dead ones #i dont know the first thing about shellfish like what even is going on with those. help #like literally how do they work. gonna have to search this up before i go down to the marsh again

[lewdbabies]

~My pet~

warning:/ Nsfw, 18+ MDNI, degradation, Choking, raw sex, rough sex, gore, explicit language and content

sukunax reader smut

part 2 is posted on my page enjoy 😉

The sun relentlessly beats down on your exposed flesh above the water, A thick blanket of fog covers the surrounding area making it nearly impossible to see in the distance. You close your eyes sinking deeper into the hot spring allowing it to swallow you all the way up to your neck. Day time baths weren’t a regular reoccurrence of yours, you preferred bathing under the stars under the protection of the night sky. Just The thought of someone catching you NAKED made your face red hot. You were alittle insecure about your body growing up in a village where beauty was The foundation for your future added a lot of pressure onto your self esteem. It was drilled into each and every young woman if their body was not perfection they’d live a sad life with an awful husband. You never let others see how much this bothered you, you held your head up and radiated confidence even if it isn’t how you truly felt.

“-crack-“

A branch. Your head snaps at the sound your arms impulsively reaching for your exposed chest.

“What do we have here” a monstrous voice hisses behind the fog.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, you scramble out of the water grabbing your satin robe from the ground.

“Who are you?!” You stumble backwards deeper into the lush wooded area. Your feet scream in pain with each step.

“No need for introductions, I am here merely for a day time snack” the voice is closer now. You can make out a towering silhouette it’s frame oozing with demonic cursed energy. You spin on your heels ignoring the stabbing pains shooting through you. You run aimlessly desperate for any chance of escape, The curse chases after you with murderous intent destroying all life that stands in its path.

Growing weaker you take refuge behind the nearest tree pulling your knees to your chest and desperately covering your mouth.

“It isn’t polite to play with your food come on out ,my sweet” you here a strained gagging before a foreign red liquid burst from behind striking the tree opposite of you. The tree began to melt and decay instantly turning into a bubbling rotten liquid spilling into the surrounding plant life.

‘If that touches me...I’m dead’ You think to yourself thinking of the best possible plan for survival.

You could stay hidden in hopes he will give up and leave or you could make a run for the temple. As far back as you can remember the elders have always reminded you to never enter the temple. The temple is a forbidden place but no one ever talked about why that is. You’d always wondered what resided in that temple ,you guessed it had to be some sort of demonic entity. Logically speaking big fish eats little fish and if you could lure the curse there you might be able to escape while it is distracted by they mystery monster. It was settled, the plan was reckless stupid even but it was your only option.

You dash forward zigzagging through the trees, you could see the temple right ahead of you so close yet so far.

You begin to yell so loud it feels like your throat is being ripped apart.

“HELP IS ANYONE HERE PLEASE HELP ME PLEAS-“ Burning. Deep excruciating Heat seeps into the entire left side of your body. You’ve been hit. The red liquid bubbles up chewing away at the fabric covering your skin and burrowing itself into your now exposed flesh. You let out a blood curdling screech clawing at the bloody exposed wound.

“I am trying to rest!” A voice booms through the air. You fall to your knees locking eyes with the male figure you can barely make out.

You reach towards the figure whispering “Run” before falling unconscious.

~

Tap. Tap. Tap. ‘Is someone... pacing?’ You question internally. You’ve been Aware for a while now listening carefully and analyzing each and every sound. So far You’ve been able to make out voices, Female voices Talking amongst themselves gossiping about the ‘mystery woman’ as they changed the water near your bed side. This presence was different it was cold and silent, observing your every movement. Tap. They are coming closer. Tap. Your body tenses. Tap. A shiver runs down your spine. You clench the sheets beneath you praying.

“I can smell your fear...” a rough calloused finger trails your cheek sending a current through your core.

Your eyes dart underneath your closed eyelids tears brimming, you attempt to swallow the lump lodged in your throat.

“Speak.” He growls low and deep.

You’re conflicted, You’d have to face him sooner or later playing dead can only last for so long. If he wanted you dead you’d be dead by now.

You peek through your eyelashes, and become face to face with...A man?

With further inspection you notice the strange markings lining his porcelain skin.

His Ivory robe hangs slightly open giving a clear view of the Dark lines decorticating his entire torso. His eyes are locked on you staring menacingly through his strawberry locs. You gaze into his pools of honey drowning in them. Despite the fear deep in your chest blood rushes to your cheeks in an instant.

“Who are you” his breath tickles your face.

“I-uh my name is Y/N”

He inches closer exploring every inch of your face, you scrunch your nose in protest.

“Who are you” his voice grows darker sending chills through your body.

“I already told you who I am” you bite back.

“ Well let me rephrase my question...What...are you”

You take a moment and think to yourself ‘what am I? What kind of question is that’ you raise your brow a look of frustration washes over your face.

“I don’t understand what you mean” he squints at your response.

Your attention suddenly averts to your arm , the last thing you remember was clawing at your own melting flesh yet there was no pain at all. Your arm is completely bandaged but you were certain they weren’t necessary. Your arm felt...healed, how long had you been here? You begin to panic wondering how much time had gone by.

“No human could sustain such an injury and survive now I’m going to ask you once more what...are you” his voice is dripping with viciousness it flows through you sending heat between your thighs.

“I am y/n a poor village girl who sells art in the city, my father is a farmer, my mother is dead, I live in a small run down home surrounded by land that is near impossible to harvest, I am regretful to say but I am human.” He sighs raising his hand to your throat claws grazing your neck. A warm droplet of blood trickles down your throat you swallow back the lump forming.

“Do you know who I am?” You stare at him watching the chaotic energy grow around him consuming his entire form. It swirled violently in a tsunami of Darkness stronger than any cursed energy you’d seen before.

Curses plagued your village all the time it was apart of your everyday existence but this was on another level. Each year official’s would come and host a challenge for the villages most “gifted”. A test to figure out who was gifted with spiritual abilities that could help the disposal of curses. You always knew you were gifted you could see past the blanket of reality, but you were weak physically unable to protect yourself and others on the battlefield. You decided to stay home and live out your days in the village with your father after a few failed attempts at the test. During these exams you’d seen many terrifying creatures but him...He was the embodiment of destruction nothing you’d ever witnessed before.

“You’re a curse...” His laugh rumbles deep within his chest,You grow irritated.

“My pet...” he brushes your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb.

He leans down lips brushing your ear,his breath fanning your skin.

“Ryomen Sukuna” he whispers.

Your eyes widen as your body paralyzes with fear. The strongest Demon to ever walk the earth is standing inches from your face. He smirks at your reaction his tongue tracing his bottom lip in approval.

You always seemed to stumble into misfortune situations but this... this is otherworldly.

#sukunaxreader #sukuna smut #sukuna fluff #sukuna #sukuna fanfic #jjk smut

[kuronanox]

Accept MY Love - Zenon Zogratis

(Authors note: First off I really wanted to say thank you to everyone that has stuck around and enjoy my book! I’ve reached 20k! I know it may not be a lot but I’ve enjoyed writing black clover and it’s always nice to have support! And second this is my first time writing Zenon so if he’s a little OC... mind ya business haha)

She was given to him as a toy, his servant, slave. She didn't want to be labeled or cared for it, all she wanted was an escape plan. She was weak, a girl picked off the streets for her looks as she was told.

(Your Name) was sitting hugging her knees staring out of the window. The pale snow falling onto the ground effortlessly. "Women." Zenon says from across the room but she refused to look at him. After a few more minutes he roughly grabs her face and she struggles to pull away. "Don't touch me!" She screams as he quietly loses patience with her.

Zenon strikes her right cheek as she gasp and fell to the floor. The blood spilling from her mouth as she looks up to him in fear. "You monster, just get rid of me already! Kill me if you must!"

"Clean yourself up and lay in bed." He says before walking out.

Sniffling she cleans the wounds and takes a bath, the warm water was welcoming especially since the snow had been falling all day.

Taking the only belonging shes had left which was a few clothing and a personal journal she set it hidden under the bed.

Zenon doesn't say a word as he calms his head a bit.

This women had the nerve to defy him and all he could do was snap her neck to end it all.

"It's time for bed." He tells her as she carefully walks into the bed before he stops her. "This isn't the attire I gave you."

A fear comes across her face as she backs away from him. Zenon roughly tears her clothing off, they fall one by one as she picks up the pieces. "These were all I had left of home." She whispers as he hands her something more revealing to wear.

"You are to obey me."

(Your Name) angrily looks up to Zenon and slaps him across the face. "This gives you a reason to kill me now."

Zenon darkly smiles to himself. Oh how he liked to torture her.

"Bedtime." Is all he says and drags her into the bed next to him.

Zenon happened to walk past her home when he saw her. She was shining in the snow and her beauty was mesmerizing.

Carrying the fire wood for some elderly she was smiling kindly to them. Zenon was surprised how gentle he was feeling. He hated it. Why did this women make this affect on him?

He wanted her... no he needed her. For what? He had yet decided but he got what he wanted.

The way she smiled and effortlessly showed kindness was something he could never do. Zenon wanted that from her. That's when he decided she was going to be his.

Zenon was one to rarely sleep these days, he wasn't known to having a women in his bed unlike his brother. The first few nights she refused to sleep so he had to knock her out. Looking at her reflection from the moon her weight had drop dangerously low. The cold wind blew into the room as she shivered and turned away from him.

His body moved unwilling from his mind as he covered her with more blankets.

Zenon craved love, he didn't know how to describe the feeling. To be cherish or a warmth that was never settled in him. He wanted that affection from her yet everything he asked of her she refused.

Tracing her hair to her shoulders he kissed it softly till he craved her body and bit down harshly.

(Your Name) yelled in pain as he held her body close to his. Removing his teeth from her shoulder the thick blood fell as he licked them away. The look in his eyes scared her. He was enjoying giving her the pain.

"You are tempting women." Zenon lustfully whispers as she throws the covers off and tries to find the closest exit.

"At this point I don't even care how I die."

(Your Name) looks towards the window and back at Zenon. She tries to run out the window to end her misery in this room of his. Zenon wouldn't allow it as he grabs her back knocking her out cold.

That night Zenon dreamed of them as they happily lived together and how she was happy with him. He dreamt that they were making love from the pureness of their hearts. How hot she felt around him and the ecstasy they both felt from the closeness of their bodies.

Until it turned into a nightmare of her blood running thick in his hands as she laid lifeless in his arms. Her cold eyes staring up at him, blaming him for her death. She was trapped.

Zenon wakes up in cold sweat as he looks around to find her sleeping soundlessly again next to him. She was uncharacteristically cuddled up next to his body for warmth.

The next morning there was food laid out for her but no sign of Zenon, this was the best part of the day for her. She was alone and not being watched like a hawk. (Your Name) chows down the food, she was starving. The only time she refused to eat was when he ordered her to.

(Your Name) was curious to why he picked her, his brother Dante had many beautiful women surrounding him. Everytime she hoped he would trash her out already but he refuses each time she brings it up or if Dante tells him his 'toy' was boring.

"There has to be a reason."

The door opens as he walks in and changes out to more comfortable clothes. (Your Name) avoids his eyes staring at her as she clears her throat and set the empty tray out the bedroom.

Walking back to the window seat she watches the snow fall again. There was nothing to do, no fun. Her family was gone and she wouldn't dare try to talk to Zenon like she knew him.

"Are you not happy?" He asks her making his way to the window as she softly laughs and grits her teeth.

With venom in her voice she says "clearly I'm a prisoner and there's nothing to do here."

Zenon gently grabs her head and kisses her neck softly from behind.

"Stop it." She whispers as he lightly sucks on the precious skin.

"What will make you happy."

Her eyes widen as she turns her head to look back at him, he was emotionless. The look of his eyes held no warmth or comfort. It was as if he lived everyday to die.

"I want to leave! I want to go home! I'm sure there's other girls who would rather be in my position!" She raises her voice to Zenon as it slightly cracks from fear.

"She wants to leave me, I can't understand why she is so unhappy? I give her food, shelter and all the attention but she refuses everything!"

Zenon eyes grew dangerously dark as he kicked the chair across the room and dragged her to the bed wrapping his hand around her neck. She protested the whole way.

"Do I not give you everything you need?" He asks in a low voice as she swallows the lump in her throat and he finally loosens the grip around her neck massaging her bruised hickey.

"I don't want everything Zenon." She whispers back with tears falling from her eyes.

He lets go and kisses her tears away as he leaves the room locking it behind him.

(Your Name) finally manages to pull herself together when he left the room, her hands were shaking from the anxiety she got from his close they were. Truthfully she was scared he was going to choke her to death. Even though she wanted him to kill her she didn't have the guts for it.

Zenon was with his other two siblings as they mocked him in his misery.

"I told you to get rid of her, she obviously a nuisance to you." Dante says with a smirk as he shakes his head in disappointment.

"Or she can be my toy and I can torture her till she's crying to just end her life." Vanica suggest with amusement in her voice.

Zenon mentally rolls his eyes at his siblings, he was always the different one from the three.

"Don't tell me she's already begged you to kill her." Dante smiles deviously at Zenon who doesn't usher a word but let his silence speak for itself.

"Ahaha brother you sure are a cruel one!" Vanica says licking her lips before leaving the two behind.

"So what are you going to do? I suggest throwing her out in the snow and let the starving dogs get her."

Zenon gives Dante a icy glare as he makes his leave. Going to his sibling for help was not the brightest idea.

Back in the room (Your Name) was laying in bed and reading a book that Zenon had in his shelfs. It wasn't completely boring, the story she was reading at least but being trapped was driving her crazy. He walks in as she tenses up a bit.

Sitting beside her on the bed she backs away from him slightly.

They stare at each other in silence as she turns towards her book once more.

"You can't leave." He tells her as she covers her face with the book. She wanted to avoid his sorrowful gaze.

"Why me?" She whispers as Zenon lowers the book from her face and traces her facial features.

"You are the most exquisite creature I've ever laid eyes on. I have been enchanted by such beauty. I mean no harm to you but you refuse to accept me."

She looks at him sadly and holds his face.

"I can't give you what you need, I am terrified by you, if I am to be the light of your life it is not a gift but chosen by the heart."

Zenon holds her hand on his face before giving it a light kiss.

"Your fate as been determine, if I let you go my siblings will kill you but if you stay with me here in this room I can give you the ever most love in the world."

(Your Name) eyes fell, the light shining in them were gone. Did she want to be set free but die in the hands of his siblings are be in his company till she accepted his love.

She felt disgusted with herself as she answered him.

"I'll stay with you."

With a shaky voice he pulls her into his embrace as she fought to keep her tears in and he devilishly smiles to himself.

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Poly!Laughing Jack x Fem!Reader x Offenderman

Title: Punish Me // The Odd Throuple

Plot: Y/N gets shot in the neck and through the chest and is rushed to get help at Slender Mansion. This is your boyfriends’ reactions to you being seriously hurt. 

Notes:

I wrote most of this on my phone on the train so I’m sorry probably lots of errors!! My autocorrect likes to correct properly spelled words to the wrongly spelled versions I’ve accidentally typed in the past. 😒

Why, oh why, are my fluffiest works always with these two bastards??? Comfort characters...

Warnings: Well, you get shot because Offender raped someone. So, decide with that how you will. Sexual references also

~~~

"This is for my daughter, you f-freaks!" The man behind you is sobbing now. When he caught you it was just an itchy fidget, now that Offender and L.J are here he's falling apart.

The gun pressed into the crook of your neck moves and shifts with his ugly, heartbroken cries and all you can think is; I'm sorry. Oh my god, I'm so sorry, even as your body goes cold and you shiver with fear at having such a lethal weapon pressed to your skin at the hand of someone so unstable at the moment. You didn't even do anything to this man, but you feel his pain and feel sick anyway.

I'm so, so sorry.

You can only imagine what he means. What happened to his daughter...

"Who's your daughter!?" Offender growls, desperately. And uselessly. There's no way he remembers, there's no way he could help now. He doesn't ask for the names, and he certainly doesn't bother to listen if they tell him. He's just pleading. He doesn't know what else he could do. Just don't shoot her lethally. Miss the heart, he chants in his head. He can get you to Slender then but if you're dead... there's just nothing he can do. Its out of his power and he feels useless.

And this is his fault.

L.J doesn't respond at all, standing beside him. His eyes are on you, watching carefully. Communicating through his eyes. He hasn't moved since he realised the situation, struck completely still. He doesn't know what to do. If he fights for you, and he loses you still? ... He doesn't know if he could do that.

And then again, if you're killed anyway and he did nothing, it'll still hurt... but then at least he would have plausible deniability. He can... he can live like that. The alternative is worse. Far, far worse, to him.

And more then that, he doesn't care about bartering with this man.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes- losing a few tears you didn't know, through the shock, where glazing your eyes.

"You... fucker... took her before it was time, and now... " The man takes a deep breath in, making it cold on your neck where his face is hidden. "I'm going to take something you care about."

"WAIT- "

BANG.

A searing hot pain tears through your skin, everywhere as the bullet rips your insides open and a terrible scream rips out of your throat, more from shock, as the man lets your body go and gravity drags you down, nearly knocking your head on the concrete. Before that could happen though, Offender teleports and catches you.

As your sight dapples away into blackness and L.J's cries for you to say something peter out, you feel the familiar terrible whooshing of teleportation just before the world goes

completely, 

and

   utterly,

           still.

___TIME SKIP___

"Y/N... Y/N... I see your eyelids flickering, are you awake? Or experiencing some kind of terrible neural damage I need to get Slender for?" Claws slide under your neck, against the pillow and sit there cool against your skin as L.J shifts his body, and his chair, more impossibly close to your bed. "Lollipop~ You have to give me a sign, I'm not a real doctor."

"You... play one... pretty well. D-don't you?" You whisper, voice croaky and hard to utilise. Your eyelids are heavy, too, but you manage to peak at him for a moment. He opens his mouth in a sharp grin, relieved.

"So no amnesia then??" He exclaims, excitedly.

"Was that," Coughing into the air, because your body is still too weak to really move, you taste metal on your tongue. "A possibility???"

"Well, Slender didn't say it in those words, but... I feel like it was unspoken."

Knitting your eyebrows together, you start to worry about your condition yourself, before a weight like a folder or a clipboard drops on the bed by your feet and Slender heaves a great sigh.

"You were worried." He says sternly, assuredly to L.J. "You were in no danger of enduring inflicted amnesia, Y/N. L.J just has a wild imagination due to a birth defect called stupidity. Unfortunately there's nothing we can do about that."

L.J says nothing in response to that for a moment, and you can imagine him just looking deadpanned at the taller creature. "You're toad, Slender."

"Whatever. However, Y/N, while you do not have amnesia you do have a number of other inflicted injuries and because of that I am suggesting you stay here where you can properly be watched until they're manageable for you to deal with on your own." He pauses, apparently tired of our presence already. "That is unless, of course, you want to rip your many stitches or contract any kind of infectious disease because you trusted the man that thought you had amnesia, and the one that fully trusts in the 'psychologically healing' properties of copious amounts of alcohol," Oh, so that's where Offender is. "to take care of you medically."

"Um," Your voice is high, unsure quite how to respond. Slender and his bluntness does this to you a lot. "No, that's okay? Thanks for offering for me to stay?"

Another cough forces itself suddenly out of your throat from the use of your voice, as your throat is so dry - How long were you asleep?? - and, this time, L.J extends his free arm to gently cover your mouth like you would with your own if you could move right now. As soon as you're done, he retracts his long, loong arm and your stomach squirms pleasantly about how cute and affectionate that was for him.

He takes a deep breath. "Very good. I'm leaving. Offender can read your chart when he gets in here." Then, like a light, the heavy atmosphere that Slender carries with him everywhere disappears from the room and you feel L.J stretch and snatch the folder object at the end of your bed.

"I can read this, thanks." With one hand to hold the thing, L.J peers at it for a moment... for so long, in fact, that you risk your energy to peak at him again just see him use his pointed nose to slide the page up to look at the next one... Before he frisbee-throwing the folder back to the end of the bed and returning his attention fully back to you, crossing one elongated, stripy leg over the other. "Never mind. What’s with this family? They make up there own language?"

Grinning at his antics like you always do, your eyelids fall shut again and you feel the relief of not using so much energy. "I think medical charts everywhere are like that."

"So the whole medical profession started there own code, then. Bastards."

A chuckle escapes you, as you're slipping closer to sleep. "L.J, I think I'm... gonna... go back to sleep... for a bit... "

"You do that. I'll make up jokes."

"Okie, yay... "

As you fall back into the welcoming arms of sleep, L.J puts his free claws to work removing the crinkles out in your bed spread and nightgown- unable to stay still. Unable to leave you alone.

He has to stay with you.

___TIME SKIP___

The next time you open your eyes, Offender has joined L.J, but instead of sitting in a chair he leans sloppily on the wall by the door, evidently still feeling the effects of his 'psychological healing' with the alcohol.

This time you're able to open your eyes a crack and keep them open like that. You’re able to to see the room now, which is basically just like any other bedroom in Slender mansion with hard wood floors and dark walls, except there’s an IV beside you and sheets on the floor.

Again, L.J's keen eye catches your consciousness first. "You're awake again!"

"Hi." You grin in greeting, noticing L.J's claws are on your tummy now, the one on his thumb rubbing up and down a small area.

Offender comes forward immediately and leans close to your face over your bed, draping an arm over the bed frame to hold himself up. "You good there, squirt?" Wincing at the nickname, because it does not come from Finding Nemo, you shift your head on the pillow in a nod. He chuckles.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well, you're not, but that's my girl." He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling back and picking up the medical chart on hi way back to the wall. Blowing air out of his cheeks in reaction to the information, he leans back on the wall again and starts reading the 'code'. "Now, lets see what's wrong with ya... "

L.J and you sit - and lay, - at attention as he lists and explains what it says. Some of the things that come out of his mouth do scare you, but honestly most of it was just stuff you expected. You still may be in a bit of shock, to be honest, but at the moment you're just more concerned with the fact that Offender really can read it! Unless he's making it all up, in which case, boo.

When he's done, you're all quiet for a moment, taking in how long that took - and therefore how much damage was really done by that bullet, - before L.J, of course- well, doesn't lift your spirits exactly, but changes the course of the worry in the room, for sure. And that's why you and Offender love him. Well, one of the many reasons. Raising his pointer claw off your stomach, he announces, "I call conspiracy!!"

Offender puts down the chart and crosses his arms, bemused at him. "What this time?"

"These charts. You say this is English??" L.J squints, looking between your and his boyfriend.

"Yeah."

"I don’t buy it. I'm British and I tried to read that, and it was total gibberish. Tell him, Y/N."

"He is British and he did try to read it." You concur.

L.J nods at Offender. "Yep."

"And he did fail." You grin, this time.

L.J nods again, without shame. "Yep."

"Well... " Offender leans menacingly forward, towards L.J who leans back despite them being feet away from each other, then grins. "I read it just fine."

"I feel like I'm being gaslighted."

"Oh jeez." You grin, turning your head on your pillow to set L.J with a look, amused by him.

"Oh, and- Your brother called me stupid. Again. You need to fight for my honour." L.J informs Offender, swivelling in his seat to properly face him, while still holding me.

"Oh, you poor victim, you." Offender shifts, shaking his head amusedly at L.J. "Tut, tut, tut. What a cruel world."

L.J ignores that obvious sarcasm. "Yes, precisely. Oh woe is me, and all that. Hop to it." Nodding to the door promptly, L.J turns back to me. A little grin plays at his black lips.

"Oh sure thing." Offender shakes his head again, before pushing off the wall and straddling the arm of L.J's chair instead. "Anyway, the only honour I care about right now is Y/N's." L.J seems to agree with that, eyes going steely and lips curling at the memory of why you're all in this room in the first place. "So, what'll it be, beautiful? I'm the reason you got hit, so, by Vikings oath I've vowed to endure whatever punishment you decide is necessary." You open your mouth immediately to laugh him off, but he makes no movement like he usually would if he were joking. Instead, he quickly adds, "Go on."

"... hold on, you're German. Aren't Vikings Scandinavian?-"

"Shut up, clown man; I'm old. I've been places. Get with the program."

Rolling your eyes, unintentionally fondly at the two, you look around the room. "Um," Unbelievably croaky, and painfully, you ask. "Get me a cup of water?"

"Oh!-" While Offender quickly teleports off to get you that, L.J just absentmindedly brushes some hair out of your face. Offender comes back in a young moment and they both help you sit up. L.J helps guide you by your hands, while Offender stuffs pillows securely at the base of your back.

"Thanks, guys," You accept the glass of water with a gracious smile. "Thank you."

As you're taking a sip, Offender returns to his spot on the arm of L.J's chair and watches you expectantly, heavily. Swallowing the water, you raise a curious brow. "So? My punishment?"

You nearly choke on the water, but instead take a moment to compose yourself. "Wha- I thought that was the punishment!"

"Getting water??"

"I didn't say please!"

L.J clicks his finger claws, lifting them off you for a moment to point and nod in agreement at Offender. "Right, that's true. She didn't. 'S not her fault you have no sensitivity towards good manners." He turns back to you as Offender makes a perturbed shape with his mouth. "You have lovely manners."

"Thank you!"

"Of course dearest."

"Wha- I- F- hah???" As you and L.J have your 'Old British Sit Com' moment as Offender would always refer to it from then on, he stutters and looks between the two of you confusedly. "Hold on, hold on stop that this instant-" Reaching over and waiving a hand between the two of you as you were looking sweetly at each other, he successfully snaps you both out of it. "Neither of you are taking this seriously. You," He points his finger at L.J, who narrows his eyes at the offending appendage. Probably thinking 'And your manners, are terrible.'. "Shoosh. And you, “ L.J presses his lips firmly closed as Offender turns his stern finger to you, making you sit up straighter at attention. “Come on, baby.” He slips to his knees as you start to fully understand his desperation right now and grips the side of your mattress. His hat slips to cover the top of his face and your eyes flicker to L.J’s, which are also sheened in a very covered layer of worry, and back. “Punish me. It’s my fault. You got bandages and tubes and... fucking bloodstains. I did this. And in order for our relationship to continue healthily you need to get back at me somehow. So come on, one more time I’m gonna say it so L.J if you say something about masochism I will throw you out the window; Y/N, punish me. Goddamnit, please.”

“Offender,” You start in a scolding voice, pushing yourself off the pillows with difficulty, wincing at the pain shooting through your collar bones. When L.J’s eyes flicker over you and your pained features, because, while Offender is clearly perfectly fine with showing his affections, L.J certainly is not. You flash him an ‘its fine’ smile as you push your legs off the end of the bed. “I’m not that hurt! And I’m certainly not upset with you in any way, its not necessary!” 

“You were shot, Y/N!” 

“Yeah, well.” You roll your eyes, as if the infliction wasn't a big deal. Like there are more important things, which in the moment you do think there are in Offender’s outlook at the moment. It honestly scares you. It isn't him. Dropping your hands on his shoulders, you dip your head to look seriously at him. “Its not that bad! I mean, I think Slender woulda told me if I was gonna die, don’t you think? And you read the chart! You know I’ll be okay.” 

“... Yeah, he would've. And then the little punk woulda left the room chuckling."

"Oooh," L.J leans back in his chair, thumb claw between his teeth as he imagines how it would have gone, arctic blues glazed over with imagination. "He totally would... "

Nodding in agreement, you kneed your thumbs into Offender shoulders comfortingly. "Yep. Same thing for if I wasn't going to recover at all. Don't you think?"

"Y/Nnnn,” He groans, resisting. 

“I’ll, be, fine.” Leaning down, you press your forehead to his- breath hitching when you feel your stitches stretching but forcing your self to stay put for a moment. “Don’t feel so guilty. Or, at least try- its an odd colour on you.” 

“Mm.” Offender’s mouth twists like he tasted something gross. Then he sighs, the muscles in his shoulders easing. “Oh, what, you think a good old ‘belligerent’s more me?”

“Maybe a gentle ‘creepy’, at most.” L.J pats his back, breaking out of his dream world. You grin and nod. 

“That work for you?” 

“We can try it on for size.” 

L.J snorts. “Oh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” Offender turns and looks up at him, a bemused smile on his face. Still reluctant to let it go, but trying. “What? Does BEN need to re- try on his used condom hat now, too??” 

With that, Offender and you dissolve into barks of laughter, you hiding your pink face in your hands while L.J just shrugs, holding up his hands like ‘Aren't I right though??’. “What?? Its one of your charms!” He adds, a corner of his dark mouth fighting to point up even as he looks confusedly at your shaking bodies. 

“OKAY,” Slender pushes the door open then, interrupting and dropping his shoulders slowly. “I’ve heard enough. It time for Y/N to return to sleep- what. What is she doing out of bed? Put her back. And then, both of you, can get out of my house! ... and take your unfortunate analogies with you.” Shoulders slumping, he then mutters, “... I’ll never be able to look at that hat again without thinking about that... “  

Offender heaves his own sigh, so like his brother in the moment as he pushes himself up and guides you back into a comfortable laying position, muttering himself. “You would think, after so... so, many centuries with that man, I would be immune to his annoyingness... But no.” 

Snickering, L.J leans back in his chair, reaching down into the pockets of his pants as you start to feel exhaustion wash over you again. Slender’s right, you do need more sleep... 

Slender just opens the door more fully and gestures towards it for his brother and Laughing Jack. Slowly, he drawls the next word. “Out?” 

“G’night sweetheart.” Offender gives you another kiss on the forehead, completely ignoring his brother this time. “Just keep thinking about that punishment, okay? Just... keep it in mind.” Chewing on your bottom lip, you wish Offender would let it go... but nod anyway, for his sake. Not like you actually will think about it at all. L.J brushes your hair back after he steps back and taps your forehead gently with his thumb. 

“Sweet dreams lollipop!” 

Then L.J returns to his chair and Offender drags up a chair beside him for himself and Slender grips the door tighter. “Oh, no. No no no. Get, out, of my home.” 

Slowly L.J looks over at Slender, then squishing his butt down further into the chair pointedly, and Offender props his legs up on the end of your bed. You chuckle, and close your eyes. Embarrassed by your weirdly good boyfriends.  They aren't perfect by any, a n y means, but they are pretty cool sometimes. You like them- and that's an understatement. 

“Aghhh, don’t think I’m bringing you dinner.” Slender lets up quickly, disinterested in putting up any fight and rolls his shoulders of you all, closing the door as he walks off. “Hooligans.” 

As you close your eyes, and pull the blankets up further over your body to your chin, relaxing into a resting, sleep exposed state Offender crosses his arms, setting in probably for a nap himself, with no other idea how to pass the silent time and L.J turns promptly to him, with a colourful but mostly black box in his hand. 

“Silent Uno??” 

#Poly! Laughing Jack x Reader x Offenderman #Laughing Jack x Reader #Offenderman x Reader #Laughing Jack x Offenderman #Oneshot #Creepypasta Oneshot #Slenderman

[xaviermakes]

Sunny (Short Story)

For all intents and purposes, Sunny was alone in the night. His charge was asleep, and there was a certain eerie stillness. The silence echoed in Sunny’s ears as he sat staring off into the black, waiting for whatever dangers awaited him. His charge stirred - a little girl. She held tight to Sunny as she snuggled closer, nuzzling Sunny’s face. No matter what dangers Sunny faced only one thing mattered - protecting his charge.

Not a single sound met Sunny’s ears, save for the occasional cough from another room. But the coughs came from nothing dangerous. No, if something dangerous were to show itself this night, it would give no warning. It would simply appear, whether it was under his charge’s bed, through the windows that led out into the night, or behind the door in the corner.

Darkness lurked in every hidden place, peaking out as it hid from the light. It lived in the hidden places to torment Sunny’s charge as it became new every night and brought new horrors with it.

Many would have been afraid as they waited, restless and alone in the silent dark. But Sunny was not afraid. He was never afraid. Everything that sought to hurt his charge, he destroyed. Everything that entered the room that shouldn’t, he defeated. No future night would ever be any different.

The door on the far wall opened; light rushed into the room, making the darkness flee. A face peaked through the crack between the door and the wall. It smiled at Sunny and his charge, then receded, taking the light with it as the door clicked shut.

Sunny waited for hours that night in silence and solitude. Waiting for something to come after his charge.

From the dark of the corner door crept a shadow, moving like a faint wisp as it appeared in the room. Its eyes glowed red in the dark, staring at Sunny’s charge. It stood tall, its dark figure towering so high that it had to hunch over to fit in the room. Its horns reached high above its head, and a tail whipped around behind it. It clopped its hooved feet on the ground as its gaze met Sunny, carefully pulling himself from the arms of his charge so as to not awaken her.

The dark figure recoiled as its eyes locked with Sunny’s - black beads that glistened from the lamp outside the bedroom window. Sunny stood tall on his charge’s bed and waddled toward the dark figure.

The figure let out a chuckle. “What is this that stands in my way? A puny thing, with no beating heart of courage nor breath of life to sustain it? With no mind for wisdom, nor muscle for strength? No soul in which to fear?”

Sunny stared into the figure’s fiendish eyes. “You will not harm this girl.”

The figure had no mouth, but it frowned nonetheless. “And how do you expect to keep that promise?”

Sunny stood, motionless. He didn’t say a word. He just stared into the figure’s eyes, and refused to look away.

The figure stared back. He’d have moved forward had Sunny not been there. But Sunny was there.

The figure stood up as tall as it could with such a low ceiling. “I will have that girl.”

Sunny stared back.

“I will take her.”

Sunny didn’t move.

“She will be mine.”

Sunny stayed silent.

The figure squinted at Sunny as it stayed standing at a distance. It couldn’t reason that such a diminutive thing could pose it any danger. But it wanted to be sure.

“Who are you, oh tiny guardian?”

“My name is Sunny.”

The figure crossed its arms. “Well, that is a peculiar name.”

“What is yours?”

The figure raised an eyebrow. It’d never been asked such a question before. “Well, I suppose I can be called Darkness.”

“Darkness,” Sunny repeated. “I’d say that’s a more peculiar name than Sunny, wouldn’t you agree?”

Darkness recoiled. “Well, I would say so, too, were it not for the fact I had to make up the name on the spot. Where did Sunny come from?”

“It is the name given to me by my charge - the girl.”

Darkness looked to the girl. “So, you did not name yourself?”

“No.”

“Well,” Darkness began, “what sort of creature are you that you should be subject to the name that others give you rather than your own?”

“I am no creature, sir,” Sunny replied. “I am but a guardian. This girl is my life. Should she be harmed, I am nothing. What creature are you that you should harm a girl?”

Darkness was silent for several moments. “A creature which must feed. That must feed on fear, on nightmares, on a human’s natural inclination to hate that which they do not know in worry that it may bring them harm. What would they fear if there was nothing to harm them? Thus, I must, in order that I may feed myself.”

“So, you would harm her to save yourself?” Sunny asked.

“Yes,” Darkness answered.

Sunny would have smiled if he had a mouth. “Well, I protect her to save myself, I suppose.”

“So,” Darkness said, “it seems that one of must die.”

“You could leave,” Sunny replied.

Darkness let out a faint whistle - perhaps its own form of a laugh. “I’m afraid you must die, little Sunny.”

“You are afraid, aren’t you?” Sunny would’ve smiled if he could – not because he enjoyed Darkness’s fear, but the irony of it.

Darkness lurched forward with excellent speed, lunging over Sunny’s head. Or so it thought.

Just before its claws sunk into the girl’s skin, it felt a pain in its abdomen.

It looked down.

Sunny had claws of his own.

White strands like lightning surged forth from the little guardian’s hands and crept through Darkness’ veins.

It felt itself burning from the inside out.

It launched across the room with incredible speed, slamming into the wall. As it pulled itself up off the ground, Sunny jumped from the bed.

It tried to run around him. It tried to trick Sunny by ducking back and running the other way. It tried leaping through the air to pass over his head. But, no matter what it tried, it couldn’t escape.

Sunny reached out like lightning once more, grabbing Darkness once again and throwing it against the ceiling.

It came down with a crash and Sunny’s charge stirred.

Without standing, Darkness launched itself from the ground and toward the bed, only for Sunny to grab its foot, swinging it high over his head before slamming it back into the floor.

Darkness rolled around in a daze as Sunny waddled over to its stunned figure.

“You were right to fear me.”

Sunny placed his hand on Darkness’s forehead, and the light began to seep through its veins once more.

It burned.

It ached.

Darkness opened its mouth to scream, but there was no sound.

It had silenced the screams of so many before – children with no guardians – as it crept into their mind while they laid awake. As it taught them to fear the dark, to fear those around them, to fear the world.

It had taught so many to fear before, yet it had never learned fear itself.

Through the window, Darkness learned fear.

The sky was orange as the sun sat just below the horizon.

It had waited too long. It had taken too much time talking to the little guardian that now held it in place. It should have left the moment it saw Sunny. It tried to retreat, back to the door in the corner of the room. But it couldn’t.

Sunny held it in place.

“You would cause my death?” it asked, its voice trembling as it became filled evermore with the fear it sought to wreak upon others.

“I would. If it saves my charge.” Sunny looked down at Darkness. He would have felt pity if he’d seen its face in any other circumstance. Instead, he felt triumph. “Would you like to say anything more before you die?”

Darkness stared at the horizon as its death came closer and closer. “Please, spare me.”

Sunny cocked his head. “If I were not here and my charge asked you for the same mercy, would you offer it? Or would you ignore her and take her mind, regardless of what she wanted?”

Darkness began to weep, its tears like crystal in the orange glow of a new dawn. “I can change, I swear it. Please, spare me.”

Sunny gave it the same emotionless stare he gave everything. “No.”

As Sunny spoke the word, the sun peaked over the horizon.

Darkness let out a terrible screech, though it didn’t bother Sunny and certainly didn’t wake his charge - in fact, it seemed to make her smile.

Light leapt through the window and slammed into the wall. Darkness recoiled at the rays shining above it. They climbed down to touch its form, Darkness turning into a shadow with every inch they traveled. Its figure slowly disappeared as it writhed in pain and tried ever harder to find an escape. But there was none.

Sunny was once again alone. He stood, staring at where Darkness had been. He felt no pity for it, no remorse. Neither did he feel joy or happiness at its death. It was only a means to the end of protecting his charge.

He climbed into the bed and looked at the horizon to watch the sun crawl ever further into view. He liked watching the sunrise.

Then the girl stirred.

Sunny walked back over to where she lay, carefully crawling into her arms so as to not wake her. He nuzzled up to her face and gave her one last hug. He never knew which hug would be his last. He never knew when she would stop needing him. But for now she did.

As her eyes opened, he felt his thoughts leave him. He regretted that he could never speak to her. That’s the one thing he did regret. For as long as she was awake, he was nothing more than a teddy bear.

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[akutagawasbitch]

Memories: Chapter one

Hey guys here's chapter one of my OC sorry! I hope you enjoy. As always feedback is greatly appreciated ❤️

It was a normal night for Yukiche, and everything was running smoothly. No bloody mafioso in sight. After she had cleaned up all the blood and water, the mafioso left after threatening her. He left after telling her that he “owed her a favour” which didn’t feel particularly reassuring. But she didn’t have time to reflect on the events of that night. She had to focus. Three other girls were working tonight alongside her to help keep things running smoothly and guests entertained. Akiko was on waitressing tonight, her dark brown hair tied back in a simple bun, Enya was alongside her on bar helping get through the millions of drink orders and Aimi was on the bar as well but taking orders. Things had gotten a lot easier since she had hired the three girls to help out. Before she struggled to get through a shift in one piece, running herself ragged. Taking orders, making orders, serving orders all while keeping guests entertained was draining the life out of her. The only thing she did was work and sleep but now she had more time on her hands, giving her the freedom to take days off if she needed to.

Besides the girls helped out her other side business: blackmailing the wealthy businessmen who came into her bar. If they ever tried to finance any competition or try pull any stunts, she had entire folders of secrets that she could spill and ruin their lives. That’s what kept her afloat, not the sales but her extensive knowledge of all the dirty gossip around Yokohama alongside with evidence. She could use to destroy the entire business world of Yokohama if she wanted to, but she had no interest in that. All she wanted was the bar to stay open so she could pay back Haru. She didn’t care about gaining wealth or status. She just wanted to live life well and to the fullest.

“I need to get another shipment” Yukiche thought to herself, looking behind her at the rows of alcohol. She was running low on pretty much everything, tonight was so busy thus wiping out her entire supply. Turning around she was about to call Akiko over when she saw something that made her see red.

One of the businessmen grabbed Akiko and was trying to grope her ass.

“That fucker.” She hissed, fuming.

He was easily 40s with balding hair and a greasy slimy look to him. A human equivalent of a cockroach. She smiled and waved to him, catching his eye. Yukiche made sure to learn over and cross her arms so he got a view, enticing him to come over. He blinks and she winks at him, beckoning him over with her finger, smiling. He walks over all smug and she just wants to break his jaw and wipe that arrogant smile off his face. He arrives at the bar.

“What’s up gorgeous? Are you wanting to buy this handsome devil a drink hm? Or maybe get to “know” each other a little better after hours hm?” he yelled in what he perceived as a “seductive” tone. In reality it was creepy, and he sounded like he swallowed a hive of bees with how raspy his voice was.

She smiles sweetly and says “I saw you trying to grab my waitress’s ass. If you ever pull that shit again, I will break your jaw. Now get the fuck out of my bar you deplorable cretin of a being.”

The man looks shocked and insulted. “Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to me like that? Fuck you bitch, I’m not going anywhere. Besides she was asking for it, wearing a skirt that short. She’s practically flashing everyone.”

Yukiche sighed, she picked up a bottle and started to clean it. Holding it up to the light she inspected it and smashed it over the man’s head. The glass shattered everywhere, some of it getting into his head and face. She grabbed the top of his balding head and smashed it into the bar top.

“Oh, my apologies. You were practically asking for it, you see?” she commented, smiling sweetly. His face was an absolute bloody mess.

“You fucking psycho! You broke my fucking nose!” he screamed at her.

“Ah well, you’re lucky. I was hoping to break a lot more than that. Now I suggest you get out before I break your legs.” She sneered, leaning over the bar to look at him. “Now run along little boy, I’m sure your wife is anxiously awaiting you so she can fake it for 5 minutes.” The entire bar started laughing.

“You fucking bitch, you’ll regret this. I will ruin your life.” He spat out, standing up and pointing a fat finger at Yukiche.

“I’m not your wife so no… my life isn’t ruined but have fun trying!” she waved to him as he stormed out. Sighing, she signalled to Aimi to clean up the blood while she went and personally apologised to all the customers for the disturbance.

 It had been a few weeks since the incident at the bar, but business hadn’t dropped. More and more businessmen were coming and bringing along potential clients to enjoy the drinks and the atmosphere. While she enjoyed busy nights more than slow nights, it did mean Yukiche hadn’t had a day off in weeks. All her other co-workers took days off and she had to cover their shifts herself which sucked but she didn’t mind. They needed to have a break once and awhile. Besides she was planning on taking a two-week trip soon anyways, so she didn’t mind.

It was after the bar had closed, and she was finishing cleaning up the bar top. Spilled drinks meant the bar top would get insanely sticky throughout the night and if she didn’t clean it, she could probably catch flies with it.  Sighing, she scrubbed at the sticky stains vigorously, swearing to herself.

“Fucking assholes, I hate this shit” she muttered to herself, continuing scrubbing at the stain aggressively. Suddenly the door flew off the handle across the room, crashing into the wall. The light bulb shatters as the door flies through it, plunging the room into darkness. Yukiche whips around to have her shoulder stabbed by a glowing red black tendril. She screams out in pain, her eyes watering as blood began to drip onto the floor. Panting she dives under the bar, grabbing her cleaning rag and pressing it against her wound. Hissing in pain from the chemicals reacting to her skin, she tries to quieten her breathing. Her heart was pounding in her ears, making it hard to hear anything but she listened out the best she could for any noise. Footsteps walked in, along with someone coughing. Swallowing she grabs the gun hidden under the bar and loads it as quietly as she can.

Her hands shaking as she holds the gun, her breathing shallow. She listens out for any sounds but hears nothing. She has the advantage here. She knows the bar like the back of her hand, she knows how sound echoes off the walls so any sound she hears she’ll be able to pinpoint the location in theory.

*cough cough*

She hears the coughing again and tries to focus to work out where its coming from. She can’t. She’s in too much pain and panic is setting in. “Fuck” she thought. She was trapped.

“Death is inevitable. It is a part of life. Walking this world are weak creatures who deserved to be crushed to make way for the strong. In the end your death is no fault but your own. I am merely a messenger of Death. But I am also the Devil himself. So come and take your death willingly and it will be less painful. No matter where you hide, the devil always finds you.”  A male voice comments, his voice void of any emotion.

A wave of anger washes over Yukiche. “Weak creatures who deserved to be crushed huh?” she murmured to herself. Footsteps approach her but she isn’t paying attention. Anger clouds her judgement as she spits out

“What utter bullshit. Who are you to dictate who is weak or strong? You attempt to kill me and act like you’re a god but anyone who tries to kill others because they’re weak is coward. Afraid of themselves and their own weakness. So, who are you to dictate strength when you are the weakest one. I pity you.”

She feels a sharp stabbing pain in her chest and cries out in pain.

“I can’t tell if you’re an idiot or brave to speak to me like that. But then foolish bravery is often the trademark of an idiot.”

Breathing heavily, she collapsed from the pain. Tears prick her eyes and she silently cries. She hopes that her body won’t be discovered by Haru or the girls. She didn’t want them to see that. Swallowing she gets up and tries to crawl away but knocks over a glass. Another tendril stabs but misses her, hitting the wall behind her and causing all the glasses to shatter. She ducks, trying to avoid the falling glass shards.  She accidentally stabs her hand on a piece of glass and tries to muffle her yelp of pain, but it doesn’t work. Black fabric wraps around her ankle as she’s dragged away and thrown against the wall.

Slamming against the wall, Yukiche felt her ribs crack. Groaning from the pain, the man walks closer his body and the air around him glowing red. His coat morphed into a monster with gnashing teeth, glowing red. Her heart was pounding. She tries to move but her body couldn’t.

She was going to die.

The man coughed one more and the beast was about to lunge forward to Yukiche to shreds when a voice yelled out.

“Akutagawa stop! That’s enough.” She recognised that voice. Standing next to the man was Chuuya Nakahara. The man whose life Yukiche saved by accident.

Then everything started to fade to black.

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[forever-more-never-again]

Land Before Time (A Request)

Requested: @rexburning2002

Word Count: 1581

Pairing: Alice Cullen X GenderNeutral!Reader

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of animal blood

Request: Hi, can you imagine where male reader is the last dinosaur shifter his gift is Berserker's Rage the effect is it makes his body glow a crimson fire aura around him and his eyes glow with Red fire It increases his abilities to beyond a newborn. His mate is Alice She's the only Cullen without a mate she goes hunting gets jumped by newborns reader saves her and disappears back to his territory. The Cullens track him down to his home to thank him he is immune to vampire gifts. He trusts no one.

A/n: I made the reader gender neutral and I hope you like this! It was my first Time writing a twilight fic!

Masterlist

Carlisle stopped running abruptly, causing the rest of his family to pull up short right behind him.

The reason for his sudden stop was visible before them. Alice stood stock still, her eyes wide but not seeing. 

Carlisle turned to Edward who had his head tilted, eyes scrunched in confusion and concentration. “What’s going on Edward?”

Esme stepped up beside her husband, her hand placed comfortingly on his arm.

“I don’t,” Edward paused, forehead wrinkling in frustration, ‘I’m not sure it's so...strange.”

Absentmindedly Carlisle placed his hand on top of hers as he awaited for the vision to end.

Alice came back to the present with a gasp, stumbling slightly.

A blur of movement and Rosalie had her in her arms, steadying her.

“Carlisle.” Alice’s voice was small.

The head of the family walked up to her, looking at her face calmly, “What is it Alice?”

Birds chirped and the trees around them swayed gently in the wind, peace at war with the confusion on the vampire’s face.

“It was...There!” With no warning, Alice took off running, a blur amidst the forest.

“Gr! Where is she going!?” Emmet growled before Rosalie looked at him.

The rest of the family raced after Alice, wondering where she was headed.

Eventually they came to a stop up in the mountains.

“Stop. Everyone.” Edward’s voice was a warning, nearly a whisper but everyone heard him perfectly.

Alice stood before them, still with her eyes closed as she tried to recall her vision.

Rosalie and Emmet looked to Edward for guidance. Edward was staring intently into the treeline.

And then he tensed, Hissing, “Newborns.” 

The family of Vampires stiffened and then spread out to surround Alice who was still standing there with her eyes closed.

Without any warning, they were swarmed. Around fifty newborns came racing from the treelines, jumping with growls and snarls and a feral ferocity as they descended.

Far away from the mountain where the vampire family was fighting off a horde of newborns, you were walking back to a cave that you had claimed as your home. The deer that you had killed was slung over your shoulder.

Breathing out a grunt, you slammed the deer onto the ground outside your cave and went in search of your knives so you could begin to butcher it.

That’s when the smell hits you, it was very faint, carried over to you by the high winds. Anger, hunger, bloodlust, and something flowery and sweet layered under it all.

The beast within you growled at the scent, demanding to be released again to track the scent.

Knowing that you wouldn’t be able to rest until you figured out what or who was emitting that scent, you began jogging to the next mountain range, muttering under your breath as you fought back the shift, “Why can’t I just be left alone? I chose this range for the isolation, and what do I get? Two shifts in one day. Fun.”

When the smell was overpowering, you slowed and evened your breathing, listening to your surroundings.

From the right came screams of blood lust and anger and protection. And from ahead of you...was the flower scent.

Alice’s eyes fluttered open as she sensed the strange presence before her. But that lost her attention as she gasped at the carnage happening around her.

Her family had gotten separated, overpowered by the strength of the newborns. They were all fighting to keep the newborns from her.

“Well lookie here. We got the seer all by herself. Boss wants her to himself, but I bet he won’t mind if we have a taste.” The oily voice slithered up her spine and she shivered as she met the vibrant red eyes of several males creeping closer to her.

“Stay Back!” She took a step backwards, the men merely sneering at her, and then the brush in front of her, emerging behind the newborn vampires, was a beast she had never seen before.

Rising up on hind legs, reaching over eight feet tall, with scales covering its body and razor sharp teeth filling a giant mouth, the beast let out a roar of pure power.

With one snap of its jaw, the men before Alice were split in half, crumbling at her feet.

Eyes wide, she stared at the creature, Dinosaur, her mind whispered, as it lowered its head and turned so that its eyes were focused on her.

Intelligence stared back at her, along with some exasperation and annoyance.

“What?” A whisper, and all she could manage to get out before the Dinosaur let out another roar and began demolishing the Newborns that the rest of her family hadn’t managed to end.

And then before the rest of her family could register what had happened, the beast was gone.

You let out a painful sigh as the shift receded. Being a Dino Shifter was not fun when the beast decided that it wanted free reign to destroy.

Your bones always ache afterwards, and the raw power that coursed through during the shift causing your muscles to strain.

After the Volturi had decided that your race was too dangerous to be allowed to roam free, they had killed most of the clans. You were only alive because you ran and stayed hidden.

You killed no people, and stayed away from towns. Which was easy since people annoyed you to no end. Especially their petty arguments and wars. It all seemed so pointless once you had been alive for several thousand years.

Cracking your back as you reached your cave, you groaned as you saw that the deer you had hunted early was gone. Probably dragged off by another predator.

“Just great. This is what you get [Y/n] by trying to help some vampires.” You muttered, digging around your belongings for some Jerky you kept.

“So your name is [Y/n].”

You twirled fast with a growl, lowering your stance. You  had been so distracted by your lost hunt and hunger that you had let someone get the jump on you.

Admittedly they were pretty, and as you sniffed the air and eyed the vampire warily, you realized it was the same pretty vampire that had the flower scent from early.

She smiled and it seemed to make the air around her glitter, like she was a pixie.

“I’m Alice! I had a vision about you earlier although I didn’t know you were a Dino Shifter! It’s nice to meet you! Thank you for saving my family and I earlier!”

You grumbled under your breath as you straightened, eyes squinting, she was too bright for you.

“Okay. Go Away.” You turned around back to your Jerky, tearing into it, trying to ignore the way your beast was practically screaming for you to protect the petite vampire girl.

“I didn’t know there were any Dino Shifters left! What’s your shift class!?” The girl bounced, Bounced! You cringed with realization, as she came closer.

You growled low in your throat realizing you wouldn’t get rid of her easily.

Marching past her out into the sunlight, you settle down on a log in the open space.

The girl, Alice, merely followed, a smile still on her face.

Between clenched teeth you muttered, “Beast Class, Tyrannosaurus.” 

Alice’s eyes glittered with questions and amazement, “That’s so cool! The last known beast Class Dino Shifter was William Shakespeare, wasn’t it!?”

You squinted at the vampire, before huffing and looking away, “You know your stuff Vampy.”

She giggled and you would not admit that it made you feel warm and the beast inside you melt.

“My family and I live just on the other side of the state! We consider ourselves Vegan because we only eat animals. I noticed you had pelts back in that cave..”

She left her statement open. But you knew it was really a question.

Finally giving up and leaning back to look at her, you sighed and spoke plainly, “Yes, I eat animals, no I don’t eat humans like the Dino Shifters before me. Yes I am the only known Dino Shifter in the Americas, No I don’t know any others. Now, why did you follow me and why is your smell so intoxicating?”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks, you hadn’t meant to let that last part out.

The Vampire girl froze for a moment, golden eyes widening before she laughed and leaned way to close into your personal space.

“Like I said, I’m Alice Cullen and I had a vision about meeting you. Though I didn’t know it was you, you and I definitely didn’t know about the newborns, speaking of, my family is hunting down their maker right now because that was a lot of newborns to be made under our noses without knowing-”

Reaching up, you placed a hand over the girl’s mouth to cease her incessant rambling. Once you were sure she wasn’t talking, you let your hand fall.

Alice giggled and looked away for a second, “Oops, got carried away.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes and allowed a huff of laughter to escape, “You think?”

She swallowed and looked right into your eyes, “I think you’re my mate.” She shook her head, closing her eyes for a second before opening them back up, “No, I know you’re my mate.”

Instantly the beast within you roared with approval as you felt your heart sink deep within your chest as you realized what this meant, “Oh Shi-”

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Verdant

A project I had to do for school but ended up liking enough for posting on here. I hope you like it too 💙

A fairy tale is something that children grasp on for something that is different from harsh and rough reality. Fairy tales give children a new world to live in for a temporary time while reading and includes magic and imaginary beings or lands. Some may star a beautiful princess that goes through a turbulent of identity finding events for this said princess. Then she runs into a handsome prince that sweeps her away into his arms, dances away in the night, ends it with a kiss and they both live “Happily Ever After”. I once was a girl that was missing my two front teeth but yet still imagining my handsome prince finding me. However, I did end up living my own, and it is my secret but I am willing to share it with you. But, it wasn’t exactly plotted like how the Grimms Brothers or Hans Chrisitian Andersen had written their fairy tales. In fact, mine doesn’t include a prince at all. Mine is about a girl that grasped something that is different from harsh and rough reality. 

I can argue with anyone that Zendaux is one of the most beautiful places on Earth. I live in a secluded area where it is surrounded by grass fields as far as the eye can see except for the litter of forestation that is near my house.  My house was crafted by my grandfather in 1954 and was designed to be exactly how my grandmother wanted it. It has a burgundy tiled roof and a glorious wrap-around porch that I’ve always found so lovely. He named it Willow Avenue since my grandma is named Willow and they met on Locust Avenue. They had a tradition before they both passed away to visit Locust Avenue at least once a year together. My grandpa even brought my grandma’s urn with him on his last trip before he joined her in heaven. Then my dad would bring both of their urns to Locust Avenue, I went on these trips with him too before… he died. My mom was going to sell the house once my dad died, and I was so devastated at that news so I knew I had to do something. So I bought it instead. The air this early in the morning filled my nose with the freshness of the morning dew that is sprinkled over the shamrock green soft grass. In my childhood I would roll down the hills that are lining the horizon and run to jump into my dad’s outstretched arms. He’d place his hard calloused hands on my soft small arms as I was trying to wriggle out with all my might to run back up the hill. Then he’d laugh after me like he always did and say “Goodbye my Lightning Bug!” As I was fully enveloped in my nostalgia, suddenly I heard an earsplitting sound that resembled a deer that perhaps has eaten too much sugar. Then I gasped in amazement as the tallest tree to reach the skies began falling eastward. The hoarse cracks of ancient tree bark snapping at the roots, and then the thud the tree made once it reached the ground made a deep sound that proved to me that trees don’t make much of a sound once they fall. 

Suddenly a large swish erupted in the air and that roaring sound from earlier broke through the silence that once was. I felt my defense kick in as I jumped in surprise from the sound, then I fell into a large grin. Other than a different squirrel that appears on the porch, you don’t normally see mysterious events happen at Willow Avenue. I stood up from the porch swing and began searching the trees that I could see from my position frantically. Then out of nowhere I saw a large juniper wing that resembled the canopy of a tree that soared over and surpassed the height of the other trees. Then became hidden back into the forestation as quickly as it was exposed. I know what that is; I wouldn’t be able to forget all of the bedtime stories that my dad would tell me. I have a dragon living in my woodlands.“Okay, okay.” I said breathily “I have a dragon in my front yard. Oh when you say it like that Whitney you sound crazy.” Then I realized that there is literally no other way to state what is happening. I sighed “I have a dragon in my front yard. Okay. Let’s think, what would Dad do?” He’d probably walk calmly up to the forest and greet the dragon like an old friend that has been a recluse for years. He was a strong believer in that everyone and everything has something beneficial to the world. I began pacing back and forth on my porch, and I flung open the front door to Willow Avenue possibly too hard, and bolted up the stairs like I would when I was younger once I would feel like something scary was chasing me. I knew the layout to this house like I knew the back of my hand, so I took the familiar route to the room that stored all of my Dad’s research papers. I used to never be able to touch these, for even my dad said that what was in them I should not know at that moment. He said I wasn’t ready. “Sorry Dad. I need to read these. You’d say this is a vital moment for your notes.” I knew exactly which book I needed since I have been eyeing and desiring to know the contents of it since I came in here for the first time when I was 7 years old. I grabbed a large dusty book that had 7 capital letters on the front that spelt DRAGONS and Austin Woodruff lining the bottom of the book. Austin is my dad, and I know that he meant for me to read this when I would need it because in the inside of the book where typically the author’s note would be; I read a letter that appeared to be written for me. “Whitney, there are secrets about the world that I should and could never tell you. Although I know that you will need this information to stay safe. I hope that you find what you are looking for in here. I love you to Jupiter and back. Love, your father.” I suddenly noticed that a tear of mine dripped onto the page. “Dang it.” I whispered as I dabbed where I wet the page. “I love you to Jupiter and back too Dad.” I repeated like I did when I was younger going to bed. With new determination, I began the search for what specifically I am dealing with in my own front yard that has now become a fantastical forest. Slowly, I flipped the first page and began to read what my own father had discovered about dragons-a creature that I thought could not exist in my universe. The first page covered what a dragon is and what one may look like, the third page explained how to groom one properly, and the seventeenth page was directions to where I could sell their talons. I was getting emerged in the information this book was providing that I have been imagining reading for decades, but then I heard that screech again. Quickly, I scrambled up on my feet and rushed to the window where I could spot the whole forest. However, somehow I still could not fully see the dragon, only the same two wings. “Come on, I need to hurry up and find what I can do.” I flicked quicker through the pages and I stopped abruptly when I saw exactly what I was looking for. There was a dragon drawn on this page and it resembled the wings exactly to the one that is living in my forest. “Ahah!” I yelled in success. Swiftly, I sped read the section about the “Greenland Hornshakle Dragon” and I read out loud the paragraph I needed. “These are hostile creatures. Do not approach them. Your life is at risk if you do so. No way to tame them.” as I was reading I suddenly felt scared, I thought I hadn’t found anything I could use to protect myself and Willow Avenue. Fortunately, my dad provided that solution for me. He wrote that I need to use his Willow wood Staff that has been passed down from generation to generation in his family and I would’ve been the rightful heir to it if he hadn’t died before having the chance to tell me himself. For the second time since I’ve been in this room, I heard the ear splitting screech once again from my dragon. I slammed my book and Also, I heard sirens arriving in the forest from the police station. They must’ve been alarmed, and I watched as the police troops began chasing impulsively towards the yells. This time I saw both of the dark green wings flash above the highest canopy of the trees. I need to hurry up and figure out what to do. Instantaneously, I remembered that my dad was the master of fantastic fantasy events.Taking a deep breath I began sprinting towards the woods that I have lived next to my whole life. Once I stepped past the first tree, I felt that eerie silence that fills these woods all of the time, but now it doesn’t scare me. I run further and deeper into the woods continuously now feeling the bouldering yell of the dragon on the soles of my feet as if the yell is pushing me to where the dragon is. I desperately was trying to search the floor and sky for the dragon, and then I swallowed a breath as I saw it. It was a colossal verdant dragon that nearly towered over the tallest sequoia trees that have been growing here before all civilization has. I paused abruptly and almost tumbled down onto the muddy floor as I was able to make eye contact with its amber eyes. The police troops already got here before I did, for they were already gathering strategy on how to push the dragon out of the forest.

My staggering and uneven gasps of air must’ve alarmed the dragon because it moved with a start. I had to duck into a bush because the dragon swiped its tail panicky into the nearest sequoia making a booming sound that we all covered our ears for. The dragon groggily tried to stand up, but as soon as it stood on it’s left foot it staggered back onto the ground. I looked quizzically at this dragon that I thought would be disastrous and a nightmare, but instead it was timid, scared, and more like a mouse than a dragon. I relaxed my shoulders and began walking slowly to the shrinking dragon, and I noticed that the dragon was a girl because once she scooted over I saw one baby dragon that was as tall as a full grown giraffe. “Hey hey! Stop! This dragon is a mom!” The police lowered their limitless weapons and opened their eyes in clarity. Compared to the giant mom dragon and the ginormous sequoias surrounding this family, the police, and I; it made the baby dragon seem just like another dust fragment in this universe like all of us humans are. I compared the two dragons and noticed that the mom has a longer snout while the baby has more of a robust snout, so I assumed the dragon was a baby boy. The baby dragon hid behind his mother’s leg and the mother dragon put her wing over him as a warmth method. I hadn’t realized it until now, but I have goosebumps wrapping around my arms and my knees have been shivering. I wrap my arms around myself, and let out a shuddering breath from the cold. Then, Mom dragon scooted a little closer to me and lifted up a tremendous wing as an invitation to enter. Carefully, I entered the warmth that a dragon can give to something apparently.

“Whitney! Are you okay?” I heard the chief of police yell at me “Yes. I am okay. You guys are fine to go. Thanks for your service.” I said as a response, but freezing at this point and the forest is a lot more frigid since the canopies cover the sunlight from entering. “No we cannot leave her here sir! That dragon is a menace! It will try eating her as soon as we leave!” I heard a new voice command to the chief. “No we leave now, that’s an order.” I watched as all of the police began following the chief except for that man that didn’t think it was right. “Graham! We leave now.” Graham did not want to be moved. He stood staring at the mom dragon, but then he did begin to turn around and walk away. However, as soon as the chief turned around Graham cocked his gun and you only heard pop once. I have always been impulsive and ambitious, but sensible people would’ve said I went a bit too far. But I knew I had to do this, I had to do something above myself. I jumped out from under the wing and instantly felt a pang in my chest. I felt my chest hotten as if I pressed a hot ready iron onto it. I heaved forward and realized that I couldn’t quite grasp for air. I could only hear and see at this point. I heard the mom dragon screech and she brought her head down to me as all the police were watching and the chief rushed to my side. “Whitney! Whitney! Say something!” I think that’s the chief yelling. “Go. Fly…” I whispered to the mom dragon, and she must’ve understood because I couldn’t see or hear her or the baby boy anymore. My chest began hurting even worse than before and suddenly I couldn’t hear anything anymore except for four words that I’ve been waiting 12 years to hear, “Hello my Lightning Bug.”.

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[sincelight]

Can I request a reaction from the exo bois with the reader as a dragon shape-shifter (possibly new recruit)?

ok so this is my first ever reaction I’ve ever written and I unfortunately don’t know exactly what being a dragon shape-shifter entails (or what it even is lol)...so I’m gonna give this my best shot and make it up as I go. hopefully I don’t ruin this prompt for you! I think I’ll connect each reaction to tell a lil story! ok, here we go.

Junmyeon

Dating is something you’ve always tried to avoid, due to the incredibly huge secret your life revolves around. Normal people hide little things from partners, but you? How could you ever look a future partner in the eyes and say ‘oh, by the way I can turn into a dragon’? It’s just not logical. But Junmyeon, he’s been persistent and he’s nice enough, so you give in and agree to go for an evening stroll with him in the trailed woods at the edge of your small town. At first, all is well; he’s a perfect gentleman, nervously takes your hand once it begins getting dark. You’re not scared, but you let him lead you anyway. He doesn’t know that if things were to go south, you’d likely be the one saving him from harm. But, you let him believe he’s in charge. You know from experience that there are many creatures, even some monsters, that roam these woods; if he only knew what lurked in the shadows he’d likely have chosen a different spot for a first date.

When the sun has sunk below the trees and you can begin to make out the brightest stars in the sky, along with the full moon rising high, you hear it. There are wolves in these trees. You’re in danger and Junmyeon is going to learn your secret tonight. It all happens much too fast; the wolves circle around the scent of a human and you know you must shift to save him, regardless of his reaction. You crack your neck, roll your shoulders in preparation and, like a sudden firework, burst into flames forming an elegant white and gold dragon. It takes a simple sweep around the perimeter of the clearing you were standing in to scare the wolves away, and you swing back and land at Junmyeon’s feet, quacking returning to your human form, wanting to be sure he’s okay and not totally freaked out. With wide eyes he opens his mouth to speak, but instead, passes out at your feet. With a sigh, you scoop him up and begin the walk back to his car. So much for dating, and so much for living in this quaint little town you enjoyed so much.

Jongdae

Once your secret is out, you know you can’t stay, so you pack a few of your favorite things in a bag and decide to disappear into the woods in search of a new town where no one knows you. You return to the same clearing where the wolves were and are surprised to see a man crouching down, feeding and petting a deer. Though you try to be silent, he hears you and spots you with ease. He stands and the deer takes off into the trees, leaving just the two of you facing each other. He approaches you and introduces himself as Jongdae. You being to give him your name but he cuts you off. “I know you,” he says. “In all my years, you’re the only female dragon I’ve ever seen.” You try to play it off, act like you have no idea what he’s talking about, but he only laughs at you. “When I told the others about you they were curious; you’re all they seem to talk about these days.” You don’t know what he means by ‘others’, so you ask. “I can lead you to them, if you’d like. More of our kind, you’d be safe there,” he adds, nodding at the backpack slung over your shoulder. Something about his genuine smile tells you to trust him, so you nod and follow him through the thick of the trees.

Yixing

The first face you see upon arriving to the large house hidden deep within the woods is a familiar one. Yixing approaches you with concern, asking if you’re okay, what you’re doing here, if you were brought here against your will. You laugh and tell him that you chose to come here and that you’re okay. Eventually he puts two and two together and frowns at you, realizing that you must be the female dragon everyone has been so excited over. “How could you never tell me?” he asks, voice sounded a little betrayed. You put your hands on your hips, sassy as ever. “I didn’t know you were a dragon! And, you never told me either!” 

Jongin

A graceful jet black dragon appears and quickly shifts to human form before approaching you. You struggle to decide which form of his is more beautiful. “I’m Jongin. I’m so excited to meet you!” He’s nearly jumping for joy, ecstatic beyond belief, like a dog seeing its owner for the first time in a long time. He grips you up and drags you off toward the back of the house to show you around. 

Baekhyun

You hear unintelligible shouting getting closer and turn just in time to see someone rushing at you from quite a distance away. You stand still, watching him get closer and closer until, just before impact he shouts, “Fight me!”. You act quickly, grabbing his arm and tossing him up over your shoulder where he lands face first in a small pond behind you. He gets to his feet, embarrassed that he’s just been taken down by a girl, and tries to laugh it off as he shakes the dripping water from his hair. He welcomes you to the group and insists on a rematch when he’s not so tired, because that’s totally the only reason you beat him so easily.

Chanyeol

One of the guys in the house has a staring problem. You can’t tell if it’s because you’re a girl or just because you’re the new person. Even from so far away, you can feel the warmth that radiates from him; you think he must be very powerful. But still, the staring is excessive and bothersome, so you ask what his problem is. Your sudden question snaps him out of it and he smiles, suddenly bashful. “I’ve only ever seen you in your dragon form. I didn’t expect you to be so pretty as a human too.”

Kyungsoo

As fun as it is meeting everyone, you’ve had quite a long day trudging through the woods and just want to wash the sweat and dirt off. You enter the large communal shower and undress, sighing when you finally turn the water on and the warmth soothes your aching muscles. A sudden, shocked yelp from behind you causes you to jump and turn toward the source of the sound. He’s standing in the doorway covering his eyes with both hands. “I’m so sorry!” he cries out. “I’m so happy to finally meet you, and I’m so, so sorry.”

Minseok

You’re sitting at the large table in the kitchen when a coffee cup is shoved into your hands. Minseok introduces himself with a courteous smile. “Why am I holding your coffee?” you asks him, confused. “Because it got cold and you’ll make it warm for me again.” You tilt your head and give him a blank stare; without asking the question you were forming in your head, he gives you the answer by grasping your wrist with a freezing cold hand. “Ice,” he says simply. “Usually I have Chanyeol warm things for me, but I think you’ll do the trick just as well.” 

Sehun

It’s nice outside, so you’re lying in the grass when a shadow falls over you. You look up to see orange hair and a smug little grin. “I saw you throw Baekhyun into the pond.” You stare up at him, just blinking, wondering why he’s telling you this. “I’ve seen your dragon form and you’re tiny. It’s super cute,” he says, in an almost condescending tone. You decide the next person you’re going to fight in this house will be him.

(i’m on a lerning curve with this. i have no idea what i’m doing when it comes to reactions, so hopefully this is okay? either way i had fun writing this!)

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[milknette]

day 15 - mythical creatures

how i miss yesterday, and how i’d let it fade away.

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links: ao3 | ff.net

THE Agreste Mansion could have been beautiful, if not for the overgrown greenery and rusted fence that decorate the estate's exterior.

It looks like the textbook definition of what a haunted house is.

Marinette should be scared.

Instead, she takes out her cellphone, turns it on, faces the camera, and...

Goes live.

"Hey everyone, Marinette here!" She starts, waving almost awkwardly at the camera. (Thousands of viewers come storming into the live in seconds.) "So… welcome to the Ladybug— crap, I mean, the Ladyblog!"

Noticing that the camera is angled a little too low, she shifts to show herself better.

(Wow, she really is bad at this.)

"As you all know, or maybe you don't, haha… I'm heading the vlog for today!" She tries to smile, but it's clearly panicked. "Alya couldn't come back with me to Paris, unfortunately, and you all really wanted to see us cover the Agreste story so…," she moves along with the camera, trying to show off her surroundings.

(Nobody watching has the heart to tell her they can't see anything because her head's covering half the screen.)

"I'll be heading this adventure myself!" Marinette scratches her head awkwardly, and almost drops her phone as she hears a sudden crack! behind her. "Ohmygod what was that—"

She immediately turns the camera, only to notice a black cat pass behind her.

Its vivid green eyes almost make her shudder.

"Black cat," Marinette mutters to herself. "Sure, like I didn't know this was a terrible idea already.

She remembers a little too late that she's still online.

"I mean! This is going to be fun! Let's do this!"

The chatbox is filled with messages, but they all really say the same thing:

This is going to be a trainwreck.

But I am going to enjoy absolutely every minute of it.

(She pointedly ignores these messages and goes forward.)

Marinette walks towards the estate, using a key to unlock the rusted gate to the Agreste residence.

"If you're all wondering how I got entry to this place," she starts. "One of our subscribers actually helped us out," she turns towards the camera and smiles. "So Chloé Bourgeois, thanks a lot!"

(Yeah, thanks for giving her no choice but to go through with this video.)

"If it weren't for you, this video wouldn't be possible at all."

The gate opens with a resounding creaaaaak and Marinette has to force the unbothered smile on her face.

"Alright, let's go in."

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[ INSTAGRAM STORY: maribug ]

"Hi guys! In case you don't know the story of the Agrestes, please swipe up with an article Alya wrote on the story below. As usual, be warned for creepy content!"

The Mysterious Disappearances of the Agreste Family

Almost five years ago, the Agrestes were the so-called 'it family' of Paris, France. Their family consisted of top fashion designer Gabriel, his beautiful wife, Emilie, and their only son, Adrien— a teenage model for his father's brand early on. In the public's eyes, this was a picture-perfect family.

However, this was soon revealed to be a ruse.

In 20XX, Emilie Agreste suddenly passed away. The family refused to comment and held a private funeral. A few weeks later, residents were surprised to find large fences erected around the residence, gating outsiders from entering the home. Father and son withdrew from contact with the outside world, aside from secretary Nathalie Sanceour and Adrien Agreste's unnamed personal bodyguard, nicknamed 'The Gorilla'.

Any media or news shared about the family were quickly taken down. For a long time, any and all information about the death of Emilie Agreste was removed— presumably by the husband himself.

News on the Agrestes stayed quiet for a year, until Adrien was spotted attending a local high school.

This was only for a day. After finding out about Adrien's attempted "escape", he was quickly returned to the premises and brought home.

The school refused to comment when we asked for an interview.

Due to limited information, little is known about what happened next.

The most accepted story, however, is that after Adrien was returned home, the Agrestes completely dropped off the radar. Even Gabriel Agreste was completely unreachable to his company.

Both Nathalie Sancoeur and 'The Gorilla' we're suddenly fired and removed from the premises without warning.

After a year of silence from the family, Sancoeur was finally given a warrant to enter the Agreste Mansion with the police force.

The mansion was empty. In fact, it seemed that nobody had occupied the space in months. A written report states that a cup of coffee Sancoeur remembers making from Mr. Agreste, on the day of her sudden termination, remained to be on his desk.

No sign of forced entry or violence was taken note of. They had just… disappeared.

A nationwide search was held to find the father-son duo, but to no avail. They were not found alive nor dead. The police soon branded this a cold case and filed it away.

Sancoeur was given control over the Agreste brand. 'The Gorilla' was also rehired to be her assistant.

Both declined to comment and continue to avoid topics talking about the Agreste family.

The mansion has been left untouched since then.

Until now.

(Please follow TheLadyblog on Instagram, tomorrow by 8PM vlogger Marinette Dupain-Cheng will visit the abandoned residence!)

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The house is huge.

Marinette enters into a large foyer, run-down from years of neglect and disrepair. The pristine white of the walls have faded into a dull gray, complemented with spiderwebs in almost every corner. She holds her flashlight almost like a weapon.

Then, she switches to the front camera and shows the audience her surroundings.

"As you can see, the house seems untouched from when its previous owners lived here," Marinette begins, holding back the need to shudder. "Chloé messaged me that she ensured nobody else lived or even came in its vicinity," she explains, her tone turning more empathetic. "Apparently she and Adrien used to be friends, and she's still hoping that he'll come back to claim the house someday."

(Personally, Marinette doesn't think that he will— doesn't think he can, really— but decides to keep that little fact to herself.)

She turns the camera back to her.

"So anyway, I was given a floor plan to the building," she continues, raising up a piece of paper and showing it to her viewers. "Since the mansion is huge, and I can't possibly visit all the rooms tonight, tell me where you want to go!"

The comments flood in, and the answer is unanimous:

The previous room of Adrien Agreste.

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Marinette opens the door carefully.

The door squeaking isn't that loud, but it echoes throughout the corridor and makes things so much creepier than they have to be.

She bites her lip, and enters the room— which takes up almost the entire second floor story.

Arcade stations, computers, games, books, and CDs fill up the entire floor. A television screen almost three times bigger than she is lays upon the wall. A basketball half-court decorates one side of the room. There are more doors which likely lead to other things to see, but she decides to check that later on.

"Okay, I don't think I'll do this room justice with a phone camera and a flashlight for lighting, but this is amazing," Marinette raves. "I feel like this is a teenage boy's dream room. Honestly, it's my dream room." She laughs to herself lightly, turning the front camera on. "Though I'd maybe change out the basketball court for my personal sewing space."

(Marinette briefly wonders why anyone would want to leave such a place, but dismisses the thought almost immediately; realizing that none of it could be enjoyed at all if she were alone.)

In fact, standing in the middle of it at that moment made her feel much lonelier than she was previously.

Except, she's not alone.

But Marinette's too busy looking around to notice the increasingly panicked messages of her viewers:

do yall

u all see that right…..

ohmygod is-

IS THAT REAL WTH

MARINETTE OMG

PLEASE TURN AROUND

RUN? DONT LOOK BACK?

PROTECT OUR SWEET SUMMER CHILD

I CANNOT WATCH ANOTHER LIVE WHERE SOMEONE GETS MURDERED PLS

CHECK UR MESSAGES GIRL !

Noticing her phone buzz with messages, she clicks on the tab that opens them.

Marinette's eyebrows wrinkle together.

"What are you guys talking abou—"

A scream, the sound of her phone cracking, and the live video suddenly being turned off.

well, there goes ½ of the ladyblog…

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Alya wakes up to her phone overflowing with messages.

The first one she reads is extremely straightforward:

HELP I THINK MARINETTE'S DEAD

So understandably, she does what any good friend would do.

Think it's a prank set up by Marinette (for making her hold the live without her), get irritated, send her a 'haha nice try mari but dead is a stretch' message, then immediately go back to sleep.

Marinette, however, never gets the message.

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It's easy to panic when death's staring you right in the face.

So she does, because death is quite literally staring right at her.

In the form of a sixteen-year-old boy whose face she knew all too well from all the hidden fashion magazines her teenage self hid under her bed.

Adrien Agreste.

(Well, at least now the question of did-he-live was answered. A stone-cold, dead, nope!)

And also, ghosts really do exist— who knew?

(The so-called paranormal expert didn't, apparently.)

The ghost moves toward her, as she scrambles away, her back suddenly hitting the wall.

"Please, if you're gonna kill me, do it quick," Marinette replies, rushing through the words. "I don't know how angry you ghosts are, but I swear violence isn't the answer. It'll solve nothing and make me dead so let's maybe move away from that—"

Adrien tilts his head, and it almost looks human. (Maybe if his head hadn't done a complete three-sixty at that exact moment, she would've calmed down. Instead, and understandably, she panics more.)

"Hey, hey! Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

"You aren't?" She asks, then suddenly horrified (and almost embarrassed), covers her body with her hands. "Don't possess me! Look, I'm a klutz and have literally no coordination. You don't want me! Actually, I can get you better bodies! I have this friend named Alya…"

(Marinette isn't sure why, but she feels extremely irritated with her best friend for some reason.)

The ghost laughs.

And it doesn't echo ohmygod he really is dead and she really is going to die and all this drama for a bunch of views what has she become—

He floats closer to her, and smiles. "I won't possess you either," he replies. "You can keep your body."

"... then, what do you want?"

"Well, I don't really want anything."

"Really?"

He looks almost amused. "I mean, you were the one who broke into my house. I guess I'd like to know why."

Okay, fair.

Marinette looks almost sheepish when she responds, realizing how dumb her reasoning actually is:

"Well, I'm a paranormal vlogger…"

.

.

Marinette has done a lot of strange things in her life.

But this— talking to a ghost about YouTube of all things, is probably the weirdest of all.

(The really terrifying thing about it was how comfortable she actually felt about it.

Talking to Adrien was terribly easy that you couldn't help but let your guard down.)

He looks at her with wide-eyed awe. "That's amazing! And I can't believe I get to be included in your video!"

She smiles lightly. "Well, you are kind of a big deal…"

"I never knew fashion meant that much to so many people!"

(The truth was that they knew Adrien because of his disappearance and the conspiracy around his family, but she decides against mentioning it. Though, it's quite strange to be so cautious of hurting a ghost, of all things.)

"Yeah," Marinette replies instead. "I used to collect your magazines, you know?"

Adrien brightens up. "Dang, you're a fan of me?" He bows down, and his head almost falls over. (She finds herself laughing.) "I'm honored, milady."

"Milady?" She asks teasingly. "What era are you from?"

"Hey—! Technically, we're the same age." He protests, before suddenly quieting down. "I guess I'd be twenty now, huh?"

The mood shifts, and Marinette can't do anything about it.

"... I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he only says. "I guess I'm just a little sad that I never really got to experience being a teenager. Y'know, being normal." He laughs to himself. "And even after death, I'm still not. Being stuck here and all."

Quiet.

"Do you mind if I ask what happened…?" Marinette begins, her voice soft. "Not that you have to answer but… it was so sudden when everyone got the news you were gone."

Adrien sighs. "I'm not sure myself," he explains. "My dad… he thought there was some way to bring her back. Bring my mom back to life. And he did things, some dark things, but they didn't work… and before I knew it, he was gone, and I was stuck like this."

He gestures down at himself. "I can't even leave the house, can you believe it? I've just been here and alone for years…" Then, a smile. "Until you came along."

"I'm glad I can be of some company," Marinette replies, smiling back.

(It's strange— so strange, but she feels connected to him in ways she's never felt connected to anyone.)

"I'm glad that the company who showed up was you."

At that, Marinette decides on an idea.

She stands, and gestures for him to follow.

"You're a ghost, so you can't touch things, right?"

"Yeah… but I can move them. I learned a lot of ghost skills while I was stuck here."

She smiles. "Great."

"What do you mean?"

Marinette walks over to the foosball table, groaning from years of neglect, and places her hands on it. "I may not be able to bring you back, but I can let you experience what it feels like to be a teenager." She tilts her head, pointing towards the game.

"Let's play?"

.

.

They play games late at night and into the early hours of the morning.

Marinette has never seen someone enjoy her company that much— like she had given him the whole world, and everything he'd ever wanted.

It makes her heart soar, to see him so happy.

They take a break as the clock tells them it's almost three in the morning.

Marinette settles into the couch, with Adrien lying down as he floats over her.

"I'm sorry you had to play with me," she starts. "Not really great at sports. And I can get pretty intense when it comes to online games."

Adrien only smiles at her, without a hint of irritation or regret. "No, this was perfect. It's the most fun I've had in a long time." He laughs. "Maybe ever. And I'll never forget this, no matter how long I stay like this."

She frowns as the words leave his mouth.

(Wasn't the thing tying him to the real world his failure to experience his life as a teenager?)

Marinette says it aloud.

"If only it were that simple," he responds, almost sad. "But I don't think that was ever the reason."

"Then what is it?"

"..."

"Adrien?"

"..."

"I won't judge it or anything. Please, I want to help."

Adrien sighs, then looms over her, the expression on his face almost breaking her heart. "It's corny, but… I wanted to experience love." He finally says. "After my mom died, I was locked away. I never felt my dad's love, and Nathalie cared for me, but that was it. My mom was the last person who ever loved me. I just wish I could've experienced that feeling one more time."

"...

I loved you."

"What?"

Marinette looks up at him, vulnerable. Her hands curl up into balls as they grab at the couch.

"I don't know if you remember me," she begins shakily. "But I was there that day you went to the high school."

"..."

"It was raining. And it was only for a moment, but you lent me your umbrella because I forgot mine," she laughs to herself. "I'm sure you don't remember me but…"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"... how did you know that?"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng," he repeats. "I remember that name. I talked to Miss Bustier over the phone then, and she told me you were the first person I should find when I came to class. She told me you'd make me feel right at home. Adrien looks up at her, and smiles. "I guess she was right."

At that, Marinette feels her mouth tilt upward. "Took you a long time to find me, huh?"

"Better late than never, though?"

They share a laugh, before Adrien continues. "I was really looking forward to meeting you," he says. "And somehow, I knew it was you when I gave that umbrella. You just gave that feeling of home Miss Bustier was talking about… and I was so desperate to have you know me that the umbrella was my way of doing so. Even if I never gave my name, I hoped that somehow, in some way, you'd remember me." He smiles. "And you did."

"... I don't know what to say."

"I think I loved you then," Adrien says, almost to himself. "I just didn't know it yet."

They stare at each other for a moment, and Marinette feels her heart break and be whole at the same time.

The sun starts to show itself, peeking through the clouds.

"... I won't see you again anymore, will I?"

Adrien doesn't even have to nod for her to know his answer.

"Maybe I'll take back my, 'I love you', then."

He laughs.

"I don't like having to lose you all over again."

He makes his way to her, then presses a kiss to her forehead.

(She knows that ghosts can't touch her, but the warmth that spreads from his touch isn't anything short of real.)

"Good luck with your YouTube channel."

It's Marinette's turn to laugh.

"Are you sure those are what you want your last words to be?"

Adrien hums.

"I guess you're right," he replies softly. "I'll go with this then:

I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

And as the sun rises, she suddenly finds herself alone.

.

.

Marinette rushes home to use her laptop.

She scrolls through the messages— all assuming she's died, and dials a number she knows by heart.

"Oh thank God you're alive, I was so worried about you!"

"I saw your message, Alya."

"Oh. Haha, well! How was I supposed to believe that an actual ghost showed up on your live?"

"I guess you're right."

"... so, is it true? Was the ghost real? Is the Agreste mansion haunted?"

Marinette pauses.

Then, almost too softly for her to hear, she says it:

"Not anymore."

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Miraculous Rewrite: Origins Part 2 (Chapter 4)

Heyo, sorry for not updating... I’ve been working on uni prep, setting up a games documentation takes more time than you’d think... and I keep forgetting how long it takes me... Well, Alice finally runs into Adrien, gives him a rundown oh how things will work and makes it clear that she won’t put up with any misuse. There’s also Chloe... Chloe. Enjoy! Tagged - @blue-peach14

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After staying the night at Fu’s; apparently, he wanted to make sure I had all my paperwork and belongings sorted before I moved to Eva’s French dollhouse… I really hope it’s not like that… anything but that… I turned on the small tv and watched the news. The reporter from yesterday was updating the rest of Paris on the stone creatures that stood still around the city.

“The stone beings are scattered all over Paris, and for the time being, they seem to be showing no signs of movement. Police have cordoned off the areas around these beings.”

The screen switches to the mayor and the police officer from yesterday, he must oversee the Akuma cases. The mayor speaks, attempting to put on a brave face, however, he was glancing at the officer in fear and confusion, he has no clue on how to deal with this.

“We won’t stop until we find a way to get these people back to their normal selves, but for now, we’re not making much headway.”

The camera footage flips back to the reporter who stands next to a photo that worries me to no end, Ladybug and Chat Noir…

“Paris is relying on our new guardian angels, Ladybug and Chat Noir, to save us all. Our lives depend on them.”

Fu walks in from the other room, Wayzz following him. He looks at me, his eyes full of worry.

“Are you okay, Alice? You look unwell, are you perhaps worried for our young heroes?” I didn’t even realise I was clutching the tv remote so tightly that the plastic was bending, when did I…

“That’s just it, isn’t it Fu? They’re young. They messed up, and now they’re afraid of doing it again. Or at least that’s how Marinette feels, I have no clue about Adrien Agreste. I did my research, the only time he’s seen in public is at photoshoots. How exactly did you want me to help and watch a famous model with a bodyguard and strict schedule when I can’t even get close to him?”

“The boy needed freedom and has a pure heart; he was the perfect fit to Plagg at the time. As for young Marinette, I am sure she will pull though, she has a strong heart, she –“

I stand up and grab my bag. He looks at me, still worried but confident in his words. “Fu, how am I supposed to help them, watch them, guide them, if I can’t talk to them or explain why we threw them in the deep-end? I hope you’re right about them, cause while I agree they will be fine heroes, I can’t agree with the current path they’ll travel alone, I guess we’ll have to hope for some miracles.” I take an apple and grab my jacket and stuffing both into my backpack. “I better get to school before I’m late.” Fu chuckles at that.

“From what Evangeline has told me, you are not the most punctual person.” I frown at the accusation, I mean… not wrong but still. I wave him off and start jogging to Dupont.

As I make my way through the streets, I’m quite literally sent flying by a blond boy, damn moron, watch where you’re going! I grumble gathering my bearings and direct my glare at this oblivious idiot. He has blond pristine styled hair and soft green eyes, freaking out and apologising profusely… wait… I know that face…

“You’re Adrien Agreste.” The boy paled and started looking around before putting on a tight smile.

 “Ermm… I think you’ve got the wrong guy miss, Adrien who. Never heard of him. Heh…Heh…” He laughs weakly, I roll my eyes at him.

 “Oh, maybe I should call you Chat Noir then?” His face filled with fear. “Right Plagg?”

 A blur of black whizzed out of the kids’ pocket and it’s green cat eyes stared at me, wonder, confusion, but finally acceptance. Plagg floated up to my face, mischief evident on the tiny god of destruction’s own. “So, you’re the old fart’s new vessel, huh?”

 “Apparently, though he can go and find another body to take over for all I care, I’m me, not him. Understand that, and we’ll get along, right?” Plagg looked a little shocked but gave me a sly grin.

 “I got it, you’re a lot more fun than the last few! The kid’s lucky!” Ironic coming from the embodiment of misfortune. Adrien then decided he had had enough with being left out of the conversation, and spoke up, his voice cracking slightly, prolly confused.

“Ermm… just who are you? And… how do you know who I… I mean you know?” Plagg butted in before I could open my mouth.

 “This kid is the one who watches over the Miraculous like yours and Bug-Girl’s. She’ll make sure that if you do anything stupid, you’ll know about it.” He still looked lost.

 “I’m an observer. I watch how you’ll use the Miraculous; use it wisely, then you keep being the wielder of the cat for as long as you are needed. Of course, you misuse it and I will take it away or punish you.”

 “P-punish?”

 “I realise you are just a kid, a kid with too much responsibility, I get that. However, if you are to misuse this power, people can get hurt, and that will have consequences. I’ll understand any rashness and mistakes, such as this Akuma, but any intentional misuse or repeated actions that you refuse to own up to, I will make sure you understand the weight of your choices. Understood?”

He nodded, still a little worried, but it’ll have to do. I sigh. “Hey, Agreste. You don’t need to worry. Seriously, you may not be able to tell anyone about your double life, sometimes it’ll feel like the world is suffocating you… I know the feeling, but that’s why I’ve decided to reveal myself to both of you. To help you through this. If you want to talk, if you need help, just ask and I’ll try. HOWEVER,  I will say after I researched you, I will say this right now, I won’t accept the excuse of your sheltered life being the cause of any misunderstandings, you feel confused about anything that most would think is normal, you ask me or any friends you make at school, got it, I’m not gonna baby you, this is high school son, grow a pair!”

He stares at me completely shocked at my words, before quickly nodding again. I laugh at his quick nod and he starts chuckling too, before looking at his phone and alarm spread across him. “I’m going to be late!” Oh right… school.

 “You’re such a strange kid. Who would want to be at school when he can stay at home all day?” Plagg darts back to his pocket peeking his head out, rolling his own eyes. We start jogging to school.

 “You don’t get it, Plagg. I’ve had enough of being locked up at home by my father. I want to meet people, make friends.” He looks at me with a hopeful smile. “Learn about normal things! Go to a normal school like everyone else!” I roll my eyes at that, that place is far from normal.

 “Arghhh… Uhhh, I think I’m feeling weak…” Plagg dramatically groans. Adrien stops running grabbing his bag, searching for something.

 “You know what’s strange?” He pulls out a wedge of cheese that smelt horrible. Oh yeah… Plagg eats the stuff… poor kid’s gonna stink. “The fact that all you eat is this disgusting, rotten smelling camembert cheese, and I then have to smell like it 24/7. That’s strange.” He looks at me as if pleading for me to convince the tiny cat to eat something else. I shrug, you’re on your own for this one kid. He groans and glares at Plagg in disgust, but the god just stuffs his mouth with the cheese.

 “If you want to be able to transform into a superhero, then stinky cheese is the deal, my friend!” Adrien sighs in defeat before continuing our jog to school.

We make it to the school’s steps, but we hear a beep from a car behind us. A tall, professional-looking woman leaves a nice-looking car and quickly paces towards Adrien. I recognise her from my research about the young cat holder, she’s Nathalie Sancoeur, Gabriel Agreste's assistant who manages his fashion work, his mansion, and takes care of his son Adrien. She must be here to take him back home… speaking of which, how the heck did Adrien enrol in the first place without a parent’s permission? As I’m about to grab the kid and get him to class, I feel the same dark feeling as yesterday, briefly, fleeting but just as dark.

“Adrien! Don’t do this! Your father will be furious!”

 “Tell him you got here too late. Please!” Adrien turns around and runs into the school, I follow quickly after him and see Alya arguing with Chloe.

 “How could you say that to Ivan? You’re the real Stoneheart!” Stoneheart? That must be what people are calling Ivan’s Akuma form.

 “Ugh, so I’m the one who broke Sabrina’s dad’s arm, am I?” Fair, but still wrong, it’s not Ivan’s fault either. Also… Sabrina’s dad is the officer in charge of the Akuma cases… my belief in the Parisian police force is dwindling, this is why I want to be a P.I. Chloe the scoffs at the new girl and glares. “Just because your footage of those lame superheroes was shown on tv, doesn’t mean you have to get so high and mighty.” She blows her bubble gum at Alya popping it close to her face, luckily not sticking but I cringed at it and walk up Alya.

 “You little…” Alya growled, about to retaliate before I stepped in.

 “Ew… gross, Chloe that was so gross, you basically spat in her face, actually, I think you have a little spit on your glasses there Alya.” I say, however luckily there wasn’t anything on the glasses but Alya cringed at the thought, taking off her glasses and furiously wiping them, muttering how gross can anyone be. The glares and undecided look of the people around them all turned to barely hidden disgust at Chloe who was turning red and glared daggers at me. Alya after cleaning her already clean glasses huffed and walks off to the classroom. Chloe attempting to regain control taunted the girl.

 “Lookout, she’s angry! She’s going to split the underwear and turn into a huge muscly monster!” She laughs obnoxiously.

 “I’d be angry too; I mean what you did was kinda disgusting.” She spins back to me about to blow up at me, however, her face instantly lights up as she looks over my head.

 “Hey, Chloe!” Adrien pipes up… oh no… I forgot… they’re friends. Chloe pushes past me and glomps the naive kid.

 “Adrikins! You came!” Adrikins… oh, gods… I cringe at the two, Adrien noticing my face and his confusion is clear… did he just ignore all she did just now? Before I can call him out Chloe drags him to the classroom and the other students recognise the famous model and start rushing over. I slump in defeat and make my way to class.

Everyone is clamouring for Adrien’s autograph, and for once Chloe does something remotely good, albeit with less than pure intentions and makes a path to the classroom causing the fans to go back to their own classes. “Okay. This is your seat, Adrikins. I saved it for you. Right in front of me!”

 “That’s creepy.” I blurt out, and Chloe growls at me.

 “Well, no one cares what you think, Wattson!” Adrien glances at me in worry and unsure at who to support. I walk past him patting his shoulder.

 “Get new friends, kid.” I say solemnly to him. His eyes widen at this but he turns to Chloe with a tight smile.

 “Thanks, Chloe.” He turns to the Nino guy and tries to introduce himself othering him a handshake, but Nino just looks at him with distrust and ignores the hand. “Uh… Hey! Adrien.” The boy shows a model smile laced with nerves, but Nino didn’t react.

 “You’re friends with Chloe then, huh?” He turns back to his phone. Hopefully, he’ll get the message.

I’m about to continue walking to my seat but I hear snide laughing coming from the front bench, obviously coming from Chloe and her lapdog Sabrina, I turn and see them sticking the gum that had recently been in Chloe’s mouth onto Marinette’s seat. Anger washing over me. “Hey! What the hell is your problem Bourgeois?!” Adrien turns around and spots what I’m yelling about.

 “Hey! Chloe! What’s that all about?” He looks disappointed in her.

 “The brat’s that sat here yesterday need a little attitude adjustment. I’m just commanding a bit of respect, that’s all.”

 “No, if anyone here needs an attitude adjustment, it’s you! I thought you were gross, but this is just disgusting.”

 “I am not disgusting!” She screams in my face, I pull out my phone and hit the emergency record button, I’d use during Eva’s interviews with her problematic clients. “You think you’re some sort of hero, I’ll get you kicked out of school, or maybe I’ll just tell my daddy to rethink your student visa.” I smile at her and she shrinks back. Adrien then interrupts sensing the danger this could lead to.

 “Chloe, you think that’s really necessary?” I raise an eyebrow at that, it’s completely insane, but he’s still trying to keep his friendship with the girl. But said girl just scoffs at him, turning back with a hair flip and batting her eyes.

 “Ah, you’ve got a lot to learn about school culture, Adrikins. Watch the master.”

Adrien then kneels down to Marinette’s seat, trying to pick the gum up with his pencil, only making it worse. I grab his arm trying to stop him from making it worse, till I hear a gasp. Great.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?”

This day just keeps getting worse.

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[maaaddiexo]

Chapter Eight | Peter Pevensie

[Red Series Book Two: Ribbons]

Rosemary returned to England to find things just how she left them - her father and brother missing and her mother drinking in her bedroom. But Rosemary wasn't going to give up this time. She took charge of her family as the Pevensies took charge of a country. 

But it's been a year since all five of them returned to England, and when they are called back by Susan's magic horn, they return to a completely different Narnia. Magic has been dormant for centuries and men now rule Narnia but with brute force and terror. 

The Pevensies know why they've been called back to Narnia but Rosemary is once again left in the dark. And with Aslan making himself sparse, the five kids are left to their own devices to answer their own questions.

Do they trust the exiled prince? Can they save Narnia again, and this time without Aslan swooping in to save them? And in Rosemary's case, why was she called back?

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The Narnians had been gathering deep in the woods and the walk there was warm. Rosemary had pushed up her sleeves and tied her hair up into a ponytail with her ribbon. Though most of her body was covered by her dress, the sun on her arms and the back of her neck felt nice.

"Hey, Rosemary?" The green-eyed girl looked to her right, where Susan had slowed down to walk beside her. Susan had pulled the sides of her hair back, exposing her cheekbones and ears which were usually covered by her thick hair. The look suited her, Rosemary thought. "Lucy and I were talking last night. I asked her why I didn't see Aslan, and I guess that applies to Peter too. She didn't know and I was wondering..."

"If I do." Rosemary looked around the woods they were trekking through. Part of her expected to see Aslan sauntering through the woods too, but she only saw every other creature of Narnia. No lion. "I've been thinking about it since Peter asked. Maybe it's because we're all older and we don't need someone to follow. To believe in. Lucy's not even ten yet."

"But you saw Aslan when you arrived here."

"That was different. He was there when I arrived. I didn't have to look for him. You guys are."

"Lucy said that maybe I didn't want to see him, but that's ridiculous. Of course I want to see him. I just want to know he's still out there."

Rosemary shook her head. "You don't have to see him to believe he's still out there, Susan. I think if you put your belief in him before your hope to see him, you'll find him. I've seen him and so has Lucy. Believe he's still out there and you'll find him."

Susan smiled gratefully, placing a hand on her friend's upper arm. "Thanks, Rosemary."

"Of course, Susan. If Aslan hadn't found me then I know I'd be in the same boat as you and Peter."

"Speaking of Peter," Susan's tone turned teasing. She grabbed Rosemary's right hand and held it up. "Nice ring. I noticed Peter's wearing his too."

Rosemary flushed, snatching her hand away. "Oh, shut up."

Susan laughed, catching the eyes of her siblings and Trumpkin up ahead. They looked at her and Rosemary curiously but soon turned back around and kept walking with the others. "You two are totally made for each other."

•

The final destination was Aslan's How - a mound of dirt with underground tunnels running for miles facing a large open field with a neglected stone arch on a square slab of stone. Weeds had grown through the cracks. Rosemary stood beside Peter for a moment, staring at the obscured temple and the blue sky. As they crossed the field, lingering centaurs and fauns gathered at the entrance to the How, prepared to greet their long lost kings and queens. They raised their swords to the clear blue sky before lowering them forty-five degrees.

Peter grabbed Rosemary's hand and walked with her and his siblings under the arch of weapons. Everybody else walked behind them as they approached and Rosemary got a glimpse of what she had missed.

Inside the How, fauns, minotaurs, and dwarves were working hard under the torchlight, forging weapons and armor. Like when they had first made their way through Aslan's camp, the creatures stopped and stared.

"I wonder if they still think we look funny," Susan observed. Lucy giggled and they continued walking, exploring their surroundings.

"It may not be what you are used to, but it is defensible." Caspian assured as the Pevensie boys and Rosemary.

"I don't doubt that," Rosemary laughed. "You could get lost in here."

"Guys." Susan was at the back of the main chamber. "You may want to see this."

Around the corner, images frozen in time were portrayed on the walls. Memories. One was of Lucy and Susan riding on Aslan's back when they had gone to Ice Castle for reinforcements. Another showed the Pevensie siblings standing in front of their thrones for the first time.

"It's us."

Rosemary ran her fingers along the wall, stopping at an image. It was her and Peter, lying in the bedroom on her last night. She was curled into his side, her eyes closed. "I'm in these too."

"What is this place?"

"You don't know?" Caspian grabbed a second torch and led them around the bend and down into another chamber. This one wasn't lit and Caspian had to dip his torch in a mystery liquid to light up the room. The fire spread around the circular room, illuminating carvings on the wall and the broken table in the middle.

In a trance, Lucy walked forward and touched the Stone Table. At one point, it was above ground. Whether it was buried by the Telmarines or hidden from them, she didn't know.

"I think it's up to us now," Peter announced, staring at the carving of Aslan with reverence. It was the biggest of all and in the middle of the room. You couldn't not be drawn to it. Even from a picture, you could feel Aslan's power.

Rosemary shared a secret look with Edmund, recalling what she had told him. She was proud that Peter had let go of his hope for Aslan's appearance and was taking responsibility. He was doing exactly what a king would do.

•

Peter found Rosemary at the top of the How. "I've been looking for you for fifteen minutes."

Rosemary smiled at Peter as he sat down next to her with a huff. "You must really need to talk to me."

"And see you," Peter admitted, loving the way she tried to suppress her smile and blushed. "I love your smile." Rosemary blushed harder and couldn't hold her beaming smile back any longer. "And there it is."

"What do you want, Peter?"

"A lot of things. To win this war without losing anybody, to stay here forever, to spend more time with you. What do you want?"

"I wish I could've spent more time with you when we were here last. I wish I could've watched you become King and watch you grow."

Peter hummed, looking at the trees in the distance. "If only we could change the past."

"Unfortunately, that's a magic trick Narnia can't do."

"I like to believe the past better prepares us for the future. Maybe we didn't spend enough time together in the past, but we can make up for lost time." Peter gently grabbed Rosemary's hand, staring at the ring on her right ring finger. "I've called a meeting to discuss battle strategies, and if they agree to my plan, I don't want you coming with us."

"What?" Rosemary pulled her hand away. "Why not?"

Peter reached for Rosemary's hand again. If she didn't agree to his proposition then he might scrap the plan altogether. He wasn't going to let her get hurt. "It isn't what you think. I know you're capable of holding your own but that isn't why I don't want you coming with us. The plan is dangerous and there's a lot of grey area to work through. But when it's all over and we go back to England..."

Peter was losing his nerve, Rosemary could tell. "Peter, what is it?"

He huffed. "I want to take you out for dinner, and bring you flowers, and watch you walk down the aisle. I want to marry you, Rosemary. But I can't do that if I lose you."

Rosemary didn't know what to say. Was this where she told Peter she loved him? She'd never loved someone in a romantic way. Was she in love with Peter?

"Say something, Rosie." Peter was looking at her expectantly and desperately.

"Sorry, you, uh, you kind of dropped a bomb on me there. I like the name Rosie and I want you to keep calling me that - even after we leave Narnia. But I don't like being sidelined."

"I know. But I can't look out for you out there."

"I'm the Protector, Peter. How am I supposed to protect you from here when you're out there?"

"You protect me in more ways than one, Rosemary. On the battlefield is one way, but when you look out for my siblings and make us all smile, you're looking out for us. For our lives and for our happiness. That's why you're the Protector."

Rosemary felt Peter's warm breaths on the crook of her neck when she hugged him. She tangled her fingers in his hair and laid her head on his shoulder. "Okay."

"I will look after Susan and Edmund while you look after Lucy and the How." Peter pulled away to stroke her cheeks. They were soft, a complete opposite from her hands which were rough and calloused from working on her family farm. "Together, we can protect them."

Rosemary smiled. "Together."

[Chapter Nine] [Series Masterlist] [Masterlist]

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #prince caspian #peter pevensie #edmund pevensie #susan pevensie #lucy pevensie #william moseley #peter pevensie x oc #peter pevensie x fem!oc #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie series #peter pevensie fanfiction #love #romance #fantasy #action #adventure

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Not So Harmless

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by @marvelloonie : Hellllllooo! I love you writing! But I was wondering if you’re not too busy if you could do one where Bucky is dating a very innocent wouldn’t hurt a fly girl. But one day when he isn’t home is attacked my hydra,but instead of like be a taken she kicks all there asses. And Bucky comes in later with Steve and Sam ready to fight but she already took care of it.

You and Bucky relaxed in the calmness of your apartment. Bucky sat up against the couch cushions with book in hand. Your head rested in his lap with your own book propped up on your legs. 

There was a buzzing in Bucky’s ear. It wasn’t a calming, content kind of buzz, but an annoying one. 

A fly seemed to have slipped into your apartment somehow. Probably through the crack in your kitchen window. 

The flying insect was continuously buzzing around Bucky’s head, bothering him. Bucky kept trying to smack it away, but it would just come buzzing back. He was moving enough for you to notice something was up. 

You dog-eared the page you were on and tilted your head back to look at your boyfriend, “What’s going on?”

He let out a discomforted grunt, swatting at the fly, “This bug keeps bothering me! I ain’t got food for ya, pal!” 

You shot up, grabbing a hold of Bucky’s hand, “Don’t hurt it!” you rolled off the couch and stood up, “Keep an eye on it!” and you darted to the kitchen.

“Doll, what’re you doin’?”

He heard a cabinet creak open and close as you ran back to the living room, a jar in hand, “I got it!” You held the jar and lid in mid-air, watching the fly buzz around until it stayed in a consistent area by Bucky’s head. With quick ease, you captured the fly into the jar, “Aha!”

Bucky watched as you made your way to the nearest window, opening it up slightly and tapping the jar so the fly could escape. You then shut the window and strutted back over to him with a proud smile on your face, “Easy peasy!”

Bucky rolled his eyes as rested his arm on your shoulder as you sat beside him, “I coulda just killed it.”

You slapped his arm, “You wouldn’t dare! That poor creature just wanted to be your friend!”

“Well, it was being an annoying friend. I already got Sam. I don’t need another one.” he retorted with a smirk and you snorted in response.

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You and Bucky had fallen asleep on the couch watching Planet Earth. The soothing voice of David Attenborough seemed to have lulled both of you to sleep as he educated you on the life of jaguars. 

A shrill ringing echoed through the living room, disturbing the peaceful sleep you and your love were having. You groaned, nudging at Bucky’s face, “Answer it.”

Bucky grumbled, “Fine,” as he forced his tired eyes open, his vibranium arm reaching over to the coffee table where his phone sat. His fingers were barely grazing it. He didnt’ want to move too much, afraid of fully waking you up. So he scooted closer, hanging off the edge until-THUD!

“Buckyyyyyy!” you whined in discomfort as you and Bucky had fallen off the couch. 

Bucky sighed and grabbed his phone, “Sorry, baby,” he finally answered his phone, “What?” he listened intently and hummed, “Yeah. Alright. Be there in ten. Bye.” He looked down at you, body completely on the floor, eyes closed, “Got a mission, sweetheart. I gotta go.”

Your arms immediately wrapped around him, your face nuzzling into his chest, “No.”

He chuckled, prying your arms off him, “Baby, I’m sorry. Gotta work now. Save the world an’ all that, ya know?”

Your eyes slowly opened and you frowned, “We were supposed to-”

“I know, sweetheart,” he bent down and kissed your lips, “raincheck.” he untangled himself from your body, and stood up with a groan. He reached up, stretching his arms and back out, loosening up now.” he then scooped you up and set you back onto the couch, throwing the blanket you were using on top of you. With a kiss on your forehead, Bucky mumbled, “I love you. I’ll be back soon.”

You mumbled back, “Love you too. Be safe.”

“Always,” he whispered before grabbing his wallet and keys, slipping on his shoes, and walking out the door.

You fell back asleep not long after. 

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Bucky marched down the quinjet clearly upset, “Well that was a complete waste of time! I left Y/N’s for nothing!” 

Steve pat his best friend’s shoulder, “But we didn’t know that, Buck. Someone must’ve been playin’ us or somethin’. But we could never be too sure.” 

“Yeah. Alright. At least I can get back to my girl sooner,” he said with a smile. He pulled his phone out of his pocket just in time to see your name pop up, “speakin’ of my girl...Hey, doll.”

You were panting, hard, “Hey, Buck.”

Bucky already felt like something was off, “What’s wrong?” he blindly grabbed for Steve, whom was walking beside him, and stopped. 

“I, well, um, I was attacked,” you said hesitantly.

Bucky’s eyes widened, “What? Attacked? Are-Are you okay?!”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just-Can you send someone over here?”

“I just got back. I’ll be right over with the team!” Bucky ended the call after hearing you mumble out an ‘Okay’. He then grabbed Steve and lead everyone back onto the quinjet to head over to your apartment complex. 

Bucky lead the helm as he rushed down the hall and to your broken down apartment door. His eyes were filled with worry and then confusion when he saw a bunch of men dressed in black gear tied up in the middle of your living room.

“Um..Y/N?”

You turned around after finishing up taking a hidden knife from one of the men, “Oh thank God!” you rushed over to Bucky, throwing your arms around him.

He hugged you back and then pulled away, “Did you have help or something?”

You shook your head, “No. I, uh, I actually took them down.”

Bucky’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, “Wait. What?”

“Soooo...she doesn’t need help?” Sam asked from your doorway.

You shrugged, “Well, I mean, I’m not sure what I can do with a bunch of Hydra agents tied up in my living room. I think that’s more of your guys’ expertise.” 

The team proceeded to file in, grabbing themselves each a tied up Hydra member and marching them out of your apartment. Each one had a look of confusion and awe on their face. 

Bucky nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “Um, Y/N, I really don’t want ya to take this the wrong way, but, uh..how did you manage to take ‘em all down? I thought you were a pacifist.”

“I am, but I know that New York is dangerous so I took some self-defense classes.”

“What kind?”

You shrugged, “Krav maga.”

“Krav-Jesus,” he chuckled in disbelief, “Looks like my girl ain’t so harmless afterall.”

You rolled your eyes, “Only in the face of true, danger, babe.” you gestured to your messed up apartment, “Now, you gonna help me clean up here or what?”

He saluted you, “Right away, ma’am,” and immediately started picking up fallen down furniture and knick knacks around your apartment.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #marvel

[waeziverse]

Royal Punch (chapter 9)

“OUCH! ARGH, damn it all to hell!”

Dimi had just finished her morning jog and had entered the house as he heard Aura yell and curse. The sphinx sat in the living-room, sucking her bleeding finger. On her lap, she had some green fabric.

“What are you doing?” The thirteen-year-old human girl asked.

Aura sighed. “I’m trying to make a dress for the wedding.”

“But you have ten thumbs when it comes to sewing.” Dimi picked up the fabric that was suppose to have the shape of a dress suited for a bride. It had… a shape. “It’s a little late to make a dress, ain’t it? Also, I thought you already ordered one.”

A dark shadow came upon Aura’s face. “I did. But when I came to collect it in the store in Onyxville, they told me I had to pay extra for unforeseen difficulties.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

Aura made a lifeless laugh. “I think it means that they noticed that my husband-to-be is a minotaur.”

Dimi had spent the first ten years of her life in the castle. Then, she had spent almost four in Jadedale. Both places had shielded her so much that she had not noticed bigotry the way others had. Jadedale was a wonderful little village and it was so weird how different it was in the slightly bigger town Onyxville that was only about seven miles away.

Maybe that was the reason why it made her so devastatingly angry. Because it was relatively new to her.

“Does Ivan know?” Dimi’s whole body stirred in anger.

“No, and you are not gonna tell him. It is enough that I’m upset this close to the happiest day of my life. So here I am, trying to make this dang thing so he won’t notice.”

“Should I have a word with that dress maker hack?” Dimi cracked her knuckles.

“No! Absolutely not.” Aura sucked her bleeding finger again.

Dimi sighed. Then, she smiled. “You should have told me. I know the best dress makers in the area.” Dimi opened up a window and placed her fingers in her mouth as she whistled. About less than a minute later, a couple of bluebirds flew in. One of them landed on Dimi’s fingers as the undercover princess gently stroke it. “I call this little guy Perla. She made my bridesmaid dress.”

Aura was baffled as the birds flew dangerously close to her and looked like they were studying her.

“They are taking your measurement by eye. Perla says a dress will be ready for you by tomorrow.”

Aura laughed. “Is this a princess magic thing?”

Dimi kissed Perla on the head before it flew out of the window with her friends. “Nora calls it zoopathy. I can talk with animals with my brain or something, I don’t get the details. I just know that me and animals get each other.” Dimi grinned. “You are gonna have to get used to certain perks you get as a result of marrying my godfather.”

Aura embraced Dimi.

***

Ruby narrowed her eyes as the head chef of the Captain Duck eatery slammed the door after throwing her bag and hat on the ground first.

“Fine! FIRE ME!” Ruby grabbed her hat and bag. “Your loss, you bigot prick! Your food stinks without me!” Ruby adjusted her hat so it would hide her... hair and made sure her dark glasses were on straight as she glared at the closed door one more time and walked away... only to pause and turn around to yell: “WHAT SORT OF SCHMUCK SERVES CURRY WITHOUT YOGURT?!”

Ruby stomped through the streets of Onyxville. Being a creature like her made people worried when she was around them, but her clearly being pissed made them downright scared of her as satyrs, minotaurs and others made sure to not get in her way.

“Alright...” Ruby mumbled to herself. “I need a new job. Perhaps Maltus will rehire me as kitchen-help if I suck up to him. With minimum pay, I should be able to afford my own place in Jadedale in... ah...” Ruby stopped up as she did the math in her head. “Eh... less than a year, I think. And then I’m out of this stinking town!”

The reptiles hidden under Ruby’s hat hissed.

***

Ikki the Faun was a waiter on the ferry Tanngrisnir. And he was a first-class suckup. His good looks and his ability to make people buy his cheap flattery made him successful in hunting a fairly big tip. He always made sure to spot the big tippers so he could serve them first and make them like him and would say yes when he offered to do all sorts of little favors.

The creature in cabin 7 however was one Ikki wished didn’t like him. He gulped as he was about to knock on the door while holding a tray with sushi and matches.

“The door is not locked. But wait a few seconds, I’m not decent.”

Ikki took in a deep breath as he placed a hand on the handle. He opened the door but began to feel chills down his spine as he realized that the wealthy creature had not quite finished putting on her dark glasses.

She sat on a very comfortable chair that was placed against the wall at the other side of the room so she would be the first thing you would notice when you entered the cabin. The expensive cheongsam she was wearing made it clear that she came from the kingdom of Rijita. The female creature had a lit cigar firmly cued between her first two fingers. The scent of expensive tobacco and her jewelry made it clear that she had money enough. She would normally be Ikki’s favorite type of passenger… if it hadn’t been for the snakes she had for hair.

Ikki was at a loss for words as the gorgon with white skin stood up from her chair. Ikki was a faun, he was shorter than most. But it really bothered him how tall this lady was compared to him. All of her snakes looked at him while they flicked their tongues. Ikki looked up at Veronica the Gorgon who looked down at him while smiling as she took a drag on her cigar. Despite her sunglasses, Ikki felt vulnerable when she looked at him.

“Pardon me, madam Veronica.” Ikki tried to use his silk-like suckup voice without much success. “I came with your meal as well as… as matches.

“Thanks, Ikki.” Veronica spoke with a soft voice as she exhaled thick gray smoke from her nose. “Just place it on the table.” She smiled as she placed a small bag of coins in his delicate little hand.

“Anything else I can do to make your stay on our lovely ship any more… any more… ah.” Ikki felt extremely uncomfortable about the situation, but he didn’t want to seem unhelpful to this sort of lady. “But you might wanna be left alone, apologi-”

“Oh no, don’t leave.” The gorgon smiled as she took another drag on her cigar. “Would you at the very least be a dear and tell me if we are far from Nesredna?“

Ikki took half a backward step toward the door while not losing eye contact with the snake-woman. "We should… arrive there tomorrow, madam.”

Veronica’s smile grew wider as she took a long, slow drag on her cigar. She exhaled, and a long gray plume of pungent smoke escaped her lips that took the shape of a cobra. She mumbled something Ikki couldn’t hear.

“You on holiday, madam?” Ikki felt like he had to say something.

“Not at all.” The gorgon smiled again. “I’m actually going home. Been traveling because of business, but decided that it is time to return home and set up shop once more.”

“What sort of-” Ikki stopped talking as he felt the touch of a hand with scales grabbing his chin. The gorgon had gotten down on her knees and now held the poor goat dwarf’s head as she studied his face.

“You are a very pretty boy. And you know that, don’t you?”

Ikki didn’t say a word. He stared into the shades as he thought about the eyes he had been told about. Eyes that could kill. He was frightened by the thought, yet he kept staring at the glasses of the shades, wondering what these eyes looked like.

There was a moment of silence.

Then, the gorgon laughed. She let go of the faun’s chin, got back in her chair and then sucked in a couple of puffs before she extinguished the cigar on a silver ashtray. “Relax, kid. I don’t bite.” She gave Ikki another big coin that he instinctively took. “Tell the cook that I want the usual for dinner.”

Ikki left in haste, leaving the gorgon alone once again.

***

Everyone was dressed in green and clapped and stomped their feet along to the beat of the music as Ivan and Aura danced the ceremonial dance required for them to get wed.

Dimi as well as everyone else smiled and clapped as Ivan and Aura looked so happy that they could burst. Sure, they sang horribly, but they were so happy and in love that no one cared. Dimi had been told how weddings worked. You had to be at least ten creatures attending for it to be official, and said creatures had to sign a document. Everyone were dressed in green to celebrate life. And everyone watched as the bride and groom declared their union by dancing and singing the old song Without Defense. Once the song was over, they were officially husband and wife.

… To begin with.

The creatures around who had gathered to watch the union between minotaur and sphinx began to get tired in their hands and feet from stepping and clapping to the beat.

“Psst. Nora.” Dimi stood next to the short elf who looked like she also had had enough of the poor singing. “You told me that the wedding song is about three minutes long, right?”

“Yes.” Nora had a stiff smile on her lips as her hands began to feel a bit sore from all the clapping. “Well, Without Defense is actually fifteen minutes long, but everyone just sings the abridged version that only last three, no one is nuts enough to actually-”

Dimi and Nora realized the same thing at the same time. But their reaction differed since Nora was a bit of a cynic as well as tired of being single, while Dimi was young and sentimental. But their statement was the same, even though Dimi said it with great joy while Nora rolled her eyes in annoyance:

“THEY ARE SINGING THE WHOLE THING!”

***

The very bearded and long-haired human who had once been quite a handsome man was wearing shackles with chains. These chains were attached to a moldy stonewall, very much limiting his movement. He could stand up, sit down, and take two steps forward.

Pater knew that others were pinned to walls and was grateful for being allowed to stretch a little.

And he smiled as his little guest arrived. She was wearing a cloak to disguise herself. Once the guard had closed the door to the dungeon, the thirteen-year-old girl took off her hood to reveal her green skin and pointy ears. She had come despite her father forbidding it.

“I brought the Conquest boardgame today.” The girl said. “And some fruit.”

The former human king was very grateful. “It’s a pleasure to see you once again, princess Mayari.”

The heir to the throne smiled awkwardly as she sat on the cold stone floor and placed the boardgame between them as well as the bowl of fruit.

END OF PART ONE…

#Royal Punch #RP #Dimi #Princess Dimi #Dimicatio #Aurauaakarusaank #Aura the Sphinx #Ivan the Minotaur #Ivan #Veronica the Gorgon #Veronica #Pater #King Pater #Mayari #Princess Mayari #Mayari the Orc #OC #waeziverse

[loyalflutist]

Just a Dream - Part 1 (F!Byleth x Edelgard)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Words: 2,173 Summary:  The war is finally over and it was the Adrestian Empire's win. Most everyone moved onward from the conflict at their own pace. For Edelgard, she has a surprise coming from Byleth one night.

A/N: Obviously due to Tumblr’s layout, I doubt I can leave my author’s note to the bottom like I intend to. Oh well. This is a fun side project I was working on! The second half should be out next week or so... depending on how my school load is going and, god forbid, if my PI isn’t a jerk. Hope you enjoy this! I enjoyed writing this fluffy piece, heh.

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The atrocious conflict that lasted for more than five years came to a roaring conclusion.

What should have been a magnificent creature in legends stayed as a legend, its real counterpart far crueler than any villain in history. Two brave leaders swung their relics at the formidable white dragon. In one strike, the beast pierced the fiery battlefield with its shriek. An axe and a sword plunged its sharp edges into its thick scales. Bloodied, battered, and bruised, the large monster wildly tossed its head left and right. Another inhumane squeal tore from its elongated throat as it dug its massive claws on the cracked pavement.

Byleth and Edelgard plopped back on the ground simultaneously. Sweat gleamed on their foreheads, their breaths bated, and eyes trained on the foul beast. Their weapons were deeply ensnared in its moist flesh. No matter how much the dragon shook, it won’t remove the powerful blades. Amidst the flames in the background, their surviving comrades and troops watched in awe.

“It’s… finally over,” the emperor breathed. “We won.”

Just as she uttered that confident statement, the white dragon collapsed to the side, its jaw jutted open. Black blood pooled underneath its large head as its last light flickered out. Everyone kept their limbs locked in place, their respiratory system temporarily paused. Byleth and Edelgard eventually straightened their posture. Although they were out of breath, they exchanged glances. Then, a worn smile broke out from their face.

“Thank you… Byleth.”

This war’s victor was none other than the Adrestian Empire.

Peace draped over the united land after five, long miserable years. Although there were plenty of sacrifices and regrets from Byleth and Edelgard, they marched forward with their heads held up high. After all, the emperor must reign over their new country and people with persistence and conviction. It was a worthy offering for the next chapter in Fodlan.

As for the leaders of the Black Eagle Strike Squad? Many of their comrades retired from the battlefield. Some of their comrades worked under or alongside with Edelgard.

Petra returned to Brigid with the songstress shortly after the final battle to build a diplomatic relationship between the two nation. Eventual news about a new theatrical show in Brigid starring none other than Dorothea spread across the sea. Its popularity skyrocketed as many nobles desperately scrambled onto the next boat to catch a glimpse of the beautiful opera singer. Lest to say, many were disappointed to hear that she was already taken. The Brigid queen made sure to make it clear.

Linhardt resumed his activity as a researcher, eager to chew on anything that perks his interest. Whenever Edelgard and Hubert visited the man’s estate, he would greet them with a piece of toast, their much-need answers, and a slam of a door. Hark, it was not from malice! Disturbance of a slumbering prince would present a predictable reaction. This led to a small stack of apologetic, handwritten letters from the green-haired to the emperor.

Bernadetta slithered back to her life as a noble— Well, it would have been more peaceful had it not been for Caspar. That young man made sure to take her out every month to sightsee a new scenery during his service with Edelgard. Safe to say, Bernadetta both did and did not appreciate his way of carrying her high up the mountains or through the fields in plain view. (How embarrassing!) Their laughter could be heard from miles away as the couple bloomed in the vast, green field.

Ferdinand and Hubert continue to maintain a close relationship with their new emperor’s activity at the castle. Of course, many of the guards and Byleth would spot them sharing a moment of tranquility over tea with each other. Suffice to say, they knew how to take care of each other in ways not even Edelgard knows.

Shamir and Catherine broke off from the group and traveled the country. No one knew where they were. The only clues they’ve left behind were the occasional, unaddressed letters delivered to Byleth at the castle. That didn’t include the rumors of famous fight scenes that broke out throughout Fodlan. (It appears they were mostly self-initiated by the troublesome duo.)

Overall, the turbulent times simmered down to a lazily, wafting steam. Those Who Slither in the Dark were still a danger to society, but Edelgard, Byleth, Caspar, Ferdinand, and Hubert were on top of their game. It was a lengthy session of chess, but so far, they’re nearing the endgame. Hubert, Ferdinand, and Byleth approximated about five more years until this evil is squashed for good. Five more years until Edelgard can retire.

“Edelgard?”

At the emperor’s patio of her grand bedroom late at night, the woman in bright red glanced over her shoulder. Edelgard released her hold on the concrete railings and approached the older female. The moon’s soft rays of light lit Byleth’s entrance into her vision. Her ex-professor had both hands behind her back, her hues sparkled like the stars. It would almost seem out of character had they not been dating!

Edelgard tried to resist an amusing chuckle as Byleth slowed her steps.

“Professor, what brings you here?”

Both females stood in front of each other. The close approximation allowed their breaths to tickle each other. They shyly giggled. Byleth soon leaned down to plant her lips on the shorter’s forehead. Pleasant warmth grew in the noble’s chest as she rested her hand on the other’s chest. She lowered her head and felt the corner of her lips curve upward.

“Okay, Byleth, what is it that you have to tell me?”

“You’re always straight to the point.”

“That’s just who I am.”

“Well… I have a surprise for you.”

Byleth began to back away from the emperor. The ex-mercenary got down on one knee. Her hands that were once behind her back were brought forward. There was a small object pinched between her thumb and index. It was a silver ring ornamented with bits of fine gemstones and diamonds; a precious gift that her father, Jeralt, had once given to her mother. He bestowed it upon his daughter before the incident that transpires afterward.

“Will you marry me, El?”

Her cheeks flushed. Those were the words Edelgard would never expect to hear from anyone in her life. Commitment to ending the Hresvelg line and isolating herself from politics once her duties were complete was all that filled her mind. She and Byleth had fallen in love, but they never exchanged anything more than a simple peck or tender embrace. Honestly, Edelgard held low expectations for their relationship to deepen. The fact that her partner in battle would become her lifelong partner increased her heartbeat’s pace.

' Is this a dream? It's too good to be true! '

The noble’s violet hues searched for an object other than Byleth to fixate. Happiness was an understatement. It was a complete understatement. No terminology in any living dictionary would be able to describe the euphoric sensation that threatens to burst from the seam of her epidermis. She failed to completely remove her gaze from Byleth as her reply tumbled out of her mouth like a rockslide.

“I— Wow, yes… Yes!” She finally diverted her attention back to the teal-haired. Hidden ears as rosy as her cheeks, she grinned from ear to ear. “Yes, I want to marry you, Byleth!”

No time was wasted in slipping the ring onto Edelgard’s finger. She cautiously removed the armored glove. Scars and permanent engravings from her surgical procedures were exposed to the open air. A shudder ran down Edelgard’s spine; she had to resist the temptation to rip her hand away. Besides, when her tactician inserted the precious band, all forms of negativity eroded away in a flash. The ring’s surface glimmered in the moonlight as Byleth brought her lips on her soon-to-be-official-wife’s knuckles. The sensitive flesh brushed upon the marked hand.

“We’ll always be together in spirit.”

“Just in spirit, though?”

Edelgard chuckled as her professor rose from the crouch. Hands now holding each other, they exchanged a kiss. At her lips’ touch, the vermillion girl blossomed like a flower. Sweet nectar dripped from her lover’s whispers as they went in for a second round. They repeatedly kissed, the one after another becoming briefer and more playful. Their eyes were closed as giggles emitted from their direction. From a distant, it would be to no one’s surprise if literal heart shapes sprouted from the couple.

“Once we finish ridding Those Who Slither in the Darkness, we shall find an appropriate person fit for the throne.”

“Mm… Five years is long, isn’t it?”

“We cannot help it. We have to stay focused on our goals.”

“It would be nice if five years were to hurry, don’t you think?”

“I agree.”

Edelgard placed a hand on her hip once their hold broke away. She looked downward, the smile lingering.

“Still, I have you by my side. To think that I would be walking down this path on my own… I was mistaken. I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t with me.”

“You should learn how to be independent without me, El.”

“Oh, hush! I doubt that would ever happen now that we’ve promised to be with each other.”

“…in spirit.”

“Why do you keep saying that? I hope you are misunderstanding the original phrase—”

A faint, but warm, yellow light glowed on Edelgard’s face. Stars. Tiny, little stars twinkled before the shorter female.

“?”

Particles of light began to grow brighter around the emperor. Edelgard raised her head; her violet eyes widen at the newfound sight.

“Byleth…?”

The older woman tilted her head, eyelids closed and smiled. Those particles grew in its number as Byleth became transparent. Their gentle nature floated near her face, almost as if they tried to hug her. Alas, these creations were not permanent. They were meant to fade away into nothingness… just like her Byleth.

“Byleth!”

She reached out towards her lover with the same hand that received the ring.

That was right… How could she have forgotten?

During the final battle, the two emerged victoriously… but at a heavy cost. Byleth had collapsed after the dragon’s death. Edelgard immediately dashed to her girlfriend; she ignored the throbbing aches from her bruises and stings from her cuts. The noble flipped over the instructor. A quick examination told her of the bad news. Confirmation was needed, and it was a confirmation Edelgard wished she had never done.

Byleth’s heart stopped beating. No matter how many times she pressed her ear against her chest, pressed her fingers upon her wrist, and shook the older woman, Byleth would not crack open her eyelids. Not a single peep came out of her mouth.

Did she die peacefully?

She didn’t know. She won’t know. She will never know.

“Are you leaving me again?”

Tears stained Edelgard’s cheeks as she witnessed her professor nod at her direction.

“This is farewell.”

Farewell? There was no need for farewell when the noble glanced down at her hand again. The ring… it was still there. Yes! It was still there! That same ring that she had slipped onto her ring finger! It… No— it has always been there. Byleth had given it to her and proclaimed her proposal right before the final mission. It was the last gift her girlfriend— her wife had given to her before the untimely demise.

She felt her throat become dry and lips tremble. Edelgard grabbed at the bright lights that encompassed her significant other. They went through her fingers. But she repeated her actions. It became frantic and wild as dizziness seeped into her skull. The tears continued to pour from her lacrimal glands as Edelgard shook her head with slanted eyes.

“No… NO!”

This isn’t right!

“Don’t you dare—!”

Her heart squeezed until it physically caused pain. Streams flowed down her face as her fingers curled inward at the golden clumps. Another outcry burst in-between her sharp exhales.

“I’ve already lost you once!”

No no no no no—!!!

Why can’t she grab her?!

Why?!

WHY?!

WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!

“Don’t leave me again!” she wailed at the disappearing woman. “Please! I don’t know what to do anymore!”

Byleth reached her illuminated hand out. Though contact was not felt, she began to smooth the crying noble’s head. Particles from her legs began to dim as she tilted her head. Despite the anguish from her lover, she still smiles. How could she still smile…? No, that smile was only because she was an illusion. Edelgard’s blurred vision deluded her of a Byleth she finds solace in. Her lips trembled violently as another choking sob blubbered out of her.

Her professor, her friend, her lover, her only one closed her eyelids.

“Open your eyes, my dear Edelgard. This was only just a dream.”

This delusion has to end… and the first step to it is acceptance. As Byleth vanished, Edelgard crumpled to her knees. She cried hard into her hands, her weeping echoed into the lonesome night.

#loyalflutist #one shot #os #fan fiction #fan fic #edeleth #edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #byleth #f!byleth #f!byleth x edelgard #just going to grab some armor just in case #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses

[ember-da-toon]

My Sanders Sides Kingdom AU

Link: https://my.w.tt/oX4NNKKXv5

Chapter 2

The Wendigo dashed into the forest leaving the girl with foxes as they turned larger and guarded the girl. Roman backed off before he felt something hard poke his back. He looked up and saw the Wendigo. Roman screamed before the Wendigo grabbed the back of his collar and brought him to the girl.

The girl gasped and slid off the rock and bowed. "I am sincerely sorry Prince Roman," The girl said. The Wendigo's eyes widened and carefully placed Roman down before it too bowed with the foxes.

"N-no problem, please rise," Roman said as he looked around. "What maiden like you would be in the Hollow Forrest?" Roman asked. "I..." The girl paused for a moment as she nervously glanced at him. "I live here," She lied. "Live in the Hollow Forrest? How can you survive the beasts and creatures here?" Roman said as he looked at the Wendigo.

"They're my friends," The girl pats one of the foxes. "May I ask," Roman started as he approached her. "What is your name?" He asked.

The girl stood there for a moment as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear for a moment. "My name is Fawn Egons your majesty," Fawn introduced herself. "Fawn," Roman said as he held her hand and kissed it. "A pleasure to meet you," Roman said.

Fawn blushed as Roman lets her hand go. "I- it's an honor t-to meet you as w-well your majesty," Fawn stammered. Roman just smiled at her. Fawn looked away in embarrassment. "Would you like to sit with me?" Fawn offered almost in a whisper.

"Of course," Roman said as he followed Fawn onto the rock. Roman started to ask Fawn some questions of the Hollow Forrest. Fawn most of the time told the truth but when he asked about her Fawn just told simple lies. "Have you seen anyone wander the forest other than you?" Roman asked remembering why he was in the Hollow Forrest.

"I'm afraid not, why?" Fawn lied as she pats the Wendigo's head on her lap. "Well, you see. The past month, thousands of my people went missing. My royal wizard's little brother just went missing this morning. All the clues lead to the Hollow Forrest," Roman explained.

"Oh dear, that's awful," Fawn said as she remembered someone just joining the kingdom that morning. 'That was probably him,' Fawn thought as she kept patting the Wendigo.

Roman looked to the sky and it was turning dark and it was about to rain. "Fawn, It's getting late and it looks like it will rain. Would you like to come with me back to my kingdom just for tonight?" Roman asked. Fawn was intrigued. "I'm sorry but I can't. I must stay here," Fawn said sadly. Roman looked disappointed.

Fawn looked around for a moment. "Tell you what? What if we meet here again tomorrow noon?" Fawn said as she held his hand softly. Roman instantly perked up. "Absolutely. Oh, of course, " Roman said as he intertwined his fingers with hers. Fawn bushed as she smiled sweetly.

"Come, I'll help you out of the forest," Fawn said as she tugged his hand and started to walk out of the forest. Roman held her hand tightly as they walked.

Once they were outside the forest Roman saw the barrier of his kingdom and sighed. He spun and looked at Fawn not wanting to leave her. "Are you sure you want to stay here? I will treat you like my princess," Roman said pulling her closer. Fawn blushed immensely.

"Sorry you highness, but i'm sure," Fawn said not wanting to part with him. "But," Fawn tugged his collar to lower him enough and kissed his cheek for a second. "We'll see each other soon," Fawn lets him go and backs away into the forest leaving Roman standing there hopelessly in love.

He walked back through the archway before he bursts into flames and was in his throne room. He walks over to the dining area where Logan and Patton were waiting for him.

"You're back," Patton said. "How did it go?" Logan asked. "It went swell," Roman said as he sat in his seat and started to eat his food. Logan and Patton looked at each other for a while with a questioning look. 'Whats gotten Roman in this mood this evening?' Patton thought as he munched on his cookies.

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As Fawn walked through the arch way she kept blushing and quickly made her way back to the mansion. She waved at some of the people that greeted her. Fawn closed the door behind her and went to the dining room.

She slumped in her seat and covered her face in her hands. "Hey there Fawn," Lexi said as he brought the food from the kitchen. "Hi Lexi," Fawn said and peeked through the crack between her fingers at the dinner she made.

Lexi slid down the stair rails and shuffled through the door way. "Whats for dinner?" Thomas asked and sat in her seat. "I made some ribs, pumpkin soup and salad. There were some guavas in the freezer and I decided to make some guava juice," Lexi points to the food.

"Thanks Lexi," Thomas and Fawn said in unison. Fawn cooled her blushing down as she started to sip some of her guava juice. "Sooo, how did your patrolling go Thomas?" Lexi asked. "It went well, I got some rubies and sapphires from some witches this morning and a couple of pastries from griffins too," Thomas said eating some of the ribs.

"And you Fawn?" Lexi asked sipping the pumpkin soup. "It was fine, until I met the Light Prince," fawn said as she nibbled on her ribs. Lexi almost spat her guava juice and Thomas stopped eating and looked at Fawn in disbelief.

"Prince Roman Sanchez?" Thomas asked as he swallowed. Fawn nodded. "Did he ask you about any disappearance of his people?" Lexi said as she finished her soup. "Yes, and of course I didn't tell him about the Hidden Kingdom," Fawn said as she drank her juice.

Thomas nodded. He was thankful that she didn't say anything of the kingdom. Lexi kept asking questions of the prince and Fawn was forced to answer them.

After they finished dinner Thomas cleaned the dishes while Lexi was getting ready for her night patrol. She was hoping to go for a little stroll in the Hollow Forrest for a while. "Hey Lexi?" Fawn said as she held a small paper bag. Lexi hummed in response while she was inspecting her knives.

Fawn handed her the paper bag. "What's this?" Lexi asked as she looked at the paper bag before opening it. There were some pastries inside. "Thomas said he'd like you to bring them while on patrol," Fawn said. "Didn't we just eat?" Lexi asked as she puts the paper bag in her satchel anyway. Fawn shrugged before she bid Lexi good night and went upstairs to bed.

Lexi checked her knives and headed out quietly and started to head to EG Square. Some waved at her before they went inside. Lexi spreads out her white and yellow owl wings and took off into the air and spectated below. She flew around Sythe Farm and saw some unicorns go into their stables.

Then, she flew around Saber Talon Peak and greeted some of the dragons that were flying back to their caves and dens. She spectated the rest of the kingdom for a couple of hours before she flew down to the arch way.

"A little stroll won't hurt," Lexi said as she walked out the archway.

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"Remus?" Deceit started as he waited by the door way. The duke looked up and gestured Deceit to come inside. "You wanted to see me?" Deceit asked. "Yes, I need an update on the kingdom," Remus said as he stood up and moved closer to Deceit. "If you mean the missing people then it hasn't been going too well," Deceit started as took a step aside as he felt Remus coming too close. "We've lost 34 people this week. Nine more than last week," Deceit said.

Remus sighed. "Where were the missing people last sighted?" Remus asked. "Uh, I believe by the North sire," Deceit said. "That's quite close to the Hollow Forrest," Remus said as he then suddenly had an idea. "Follow me," Remus said as he started to make his way to the library with the half naga behind him.

They walked inside and Remus stood by a table. He pressed his hand against the surface and a hologram of the Dark kingdom appeared. "Why would anyone go to the Hollow Forrest?" Remus mumbled and looked at the map carefully.

Deceit stood beside him looking at the map as well before he felt a chill run down his spine. He looked over his shoulder and saw a shadow shifted. "Come out Virgil," Deceit sighed. Virgil emerged from the shadows like liquid and leaned against the wall. "You better cut it out with your sneaking in the shadows trick. You're giving me chills," Deceit hissed glaring at him. "Whatever," Virgil rolled his eyes and adjusted his cloak.

"Virgil," Remus said sternly. "Yes Remus," Virgil said looking at Remus and the table. "I need you to go to the Hollow Forrest and investigate. See if there are any signs of my people being there," Remus said glancing at him. "Yes Sire," Virgil said before he melted into the shadows.

Remus looked back at the map and sighed. Deceit approached Remus and pats his shoulder. "You should get some rest. We can discuss this tomorrow morning alright?" Deceit said with a small smile. "Only if you sleep with me," Remus smirked.

Deceit blushed and took a step back. "N-no, of course not. Just go to sleep Dukey," Deceit said as he looked away. "Aaw, welp. I'll get ya next time," Remus whined. Before he was about walk past him he kissed Deceit's forehead. "Good night snake boi," Remus cooed before he left with a chuckle.

Deceit blushed immensely and shook his head. "Oh for fucks sake Remus," Deceit said hiding his face in his hands. He let out a shaky sigh and left to go to his room and get some shut eye.