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nothomegal · 2 months

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Mmm, this isnt a fic request (or maybe yes) but i NEED for reader to break and finally give in for their cuddle session with Danny, oh! And finally start to fall in love with him

Aww you're right anon! I guess it's only the matter of time for the reader to eventually give in and accept the weird ghost guy that keeps sneaking into their life (and house).

And I know it took me way too long to do your request, I apologize for the wait, had some trouble writing this since I never liked how it turned out -.-' Luckily though, I think I finally got something decent!

"Favorite person"

(Ghostface x GN Reader)

Summary: everyone has a limit, and unfortunately today is the day you reached yours as life wasn't all too kind to you for the last 24 hours... But hey, at least your dear intruder has your back, so not everything is that bad! Right, doll?

Warnings: mild example of unhealthy and obsessive behavior, the rest it's all fluff.

Word count: 2.2k

The grip around (Y/N) remained tight. The intruder kept holding their tied form closely in complete silence, something very out of his character.

But such oddness didn’t come from nowhere, and (Y/N) was the one who indirectly caused it. Today was probably the worst day of their life, everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong. It's honestly incredible they still had the emotional strength to return home without bursting into tears on their way.

They’re not quite sure how or when they fell asleep, their mind been a mush of blur since they entered their home. All they can remember is waking up already laying in bed with their arms tied behind their back and their body pressed against the chest of the masked man, the same one that would often come to mess with them.

Sometimes he would reveal himself willingly and others just stay in the shadows and observe them from afar or straight from the corner while they’re in a deep sleep.

This night however, apart from tying their hands, he haven't done anything from his previous visits. No cheeky remarks about anything specific they did that day, no rants about some random topic and no attempts to scare or tease them... Heck, he didn't even run his hand through their hair or body. Absolutely no additional touches beside holding them close.

This really threw (Y/N) off. Ghostface, who's been a huge pain for them, the authorities and basically everyone in the town, was... Acting so thoughtful, nothing like the selfish villain he's been portraying himself as for the past numerous nights.

It's not the first time he hugs and holds them in his arms, he's actually super touchy with them and never fails to express his amusement of how helpless they always look. But now?... Now it doesn't feel like any of his shenanigans, but a genuine attempt to comfort them while not pushing too much, though the effectiveness of said attempt remains questionable.

Their thoughts and wonders were interrupted when they feel movement and then something grab their chin to then gently move their head up until they're face to face with that unsettling mask that resembled a ghost.

—“Feeling better?"—

They don't make a sound, quite the opposite, they press their lips in a thin line as they stare into the dark eyes of his mask.

—"If I take off the tape, will you talk to me?"—

Their body tensed at such question. Is he... Is he actually going to?...

—"Of course as long as you don't try anything funny... But you know better."— he leans closer to your face. —"Right, (Y/N)?"—

They gulp nervously, but Ghostface is right, they do know better than to gamble with their luck. Besides, they have no energy to fight or struggle anyways, so of course they'll play along... For now, at least.

With a more defeated look, they slowly nod.

The man releases a pleased hum and without a warning yanks the tape off of their moth, making them yelp from the pain and surprise.

—“There you go, hope it didn’t hurt too much.”— he snorts at your cringed expression.

—“It… It did… A bit.”— you mutter quietly. —“But not as much as a stab would…”—

The killer paused at the sound of their voice, but the calm was short as out the sudden he grabbed them by the chin again and squeezed their face a bit.

—"Aww, look, your first words.”— he remarks playfully before tilting his head. —“Well? Isn’t it just sweet to finally be able to talk, hmm?”—

(Y/N) remains quiet for a couple of seconds, unsure if they should speak again or not. But when It became clear that the interaction wouldn't progress without their contribution, they force themselves to talk.

—"I… Y-Yeah… It is nice."— you answer while studying his masked face. —"But… Please, don’t get too mad at me for replying slow... I'm not used to talk to... Killers, after all. {Or people in general...}”—

—"...Mad? At you? Oh silly..."—

His head then straightened and he squeezed their face a bit tighter.

—"You're so comically shy that I wish I could just cut you up and pull out some confidence out of your body."— he says in a playful tone, though it sounded way more sinister than intended. —"But it's not that you aren't good at speaking, it's the people you call 'friends' that made you believe that..."—

His tone then became significantly colder at the last part, which made (Y/N) tense and go quiet. But despite the dread, they couldn't help but agree with the killer, their friends indeed aren't as good as they thought.

It's another of the many bad things that happened to them today. They weren't supposed to discover it, they just got in the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up overhearing the few people they thought they were close with talk about them. Nasty comment after comment, disgust and disrespect lingering in their tones as they said their name between insults and cruel jokes…

They didn't even bother to listen to the end of the conversation, they just fled the scene and did their best to not cry until they arrived home. And in the entire day, in this whole period of time they looked so pathetic and miserable, none of their other ‘friends’ bothered to see if they're alright or help with any other issue. Absolutely no one took a moment to even say 'hello', and that made (Y/N) feel the loneliest, like they're just a ghost in other people's life, being acknowledged only when they announce their presence.

They get pulled back to reality when the hand lets go of their face and their body is pressed closer to the masked man, making the embrace feel more intimate.

—"...Sorry I can't take the angst as easily as I take people out."— he mutters, his hand slowly traveling up and down your head. —"But I can prevent said angst in the future. These assholes will not disturb you again, I made sure they won't..."— his grip tightens, turning almost possessive.

A shiver traveled down their spine at his words.

They should be afraid, panic that this stranger so deliberately admitted of harming, and most likely murdering, their friends like it’s the most mundane thing to do. They definitely should at least freak out or give any other kind of distressed reaction, they should… But they don’t.

To be completely honest, they weren't even upset at what Ghostface did. After today's interaction their view on his character changed quite drastically. Though he still had that playful and cocky behavior, they now know that whenever he says or shows them care... It's genuine, or so they think. Could this be a trick to make them let their guard down? Definitely. Does it make sense? Uh... Not really, but this man likes to do odd things to throw off any bystander with his shenanigans.

But even if their strange relationship is just a game to him, then damn he's good at it. They almost feel like them matter, like they can be loved and it's just bad luck people around them can't see or appreciate them... Unfortunately though... They know it's not true, it can't be true, they're too pathetic for that, so much that even a psycho killer had pity over them to pretend-

A surprised gasp escaped (Y/N) when their body was suddenly flipped and tackled against the mattress, with Ghostface now looming over them.

They didn't even need to see his face to know what type of expression he had, the atmosphere was all it took to know he was upset.

—"I am not pleased with how you keep viewing yourself, (Y/N)."— he finally says after a pause. —"And I am certainly pissed that you're doing it around me."—

All (Y/N) could do is stare at the ghastly mask in dead silence. Despite having their mouth untapped, they couldn't bring themselves to make a sound, as if paralyzed from fear and anticipation of what he would do if they happen to upset him more.

When the killer began to lean down lowly, they held their breath by instinct.

—"I'll say this one time, and you better not force me to repeat it."— he said in a low and slow tone. —"You are my favorite person in this whole cursed world. And I swear if you dare to think badly about yourself again, I'll fucking stab you."—

He pauses, either letting his words sink in or re-evaluating what he just said or is about to say.

After not coming to a clear conclusion, he sighs with mild frustration.

—"I... Look. I'm aware of my reputation and the image you have of me. And though I do like to amuse myself with these visits of mine, not ones I did it to mess with you, not in the way you think..."—

He pauses again, the eyes of his mask staring directly into theirs, either studying their expression or thinking.

—"I wanted to end you ones..."—

As he speaks again in a lower voice as he extends his hand, aiming for their neck.

—"...But I don’t want it anymore."—

The hand was drastically redirected towards their face, covering their eyes in a quick movement. Whatever sound of surprise or confusion (Y/N) was about to make is shushed when something soft and warm was pressed against their lips, the sensation sending shivers through their body.

—"{Or ever again.}"—

That's all they heard before their eyes were uncovered and Ghostface plopped on the mattress right next to them, his head placed on his hand as he waits for their reaction.

(Y/N) can only cluelessly blink while staring at the ceiling, wondering if the warm sensation they just felt on their lips was actually Ghostface-...

Their face starts to get progressively redder as the realization kicks in. My god. Ghostface, from all people, actually!-

Their head snaps at his direction when that famous deep raspy chuckle left him, clearly entertained by the fifty shades of red their face is going through.

—"What? Never had a kiss stolen before?"— he teases.

—"I- Uh... No. Not really..."— you answer as you look away, face even redder.

—"Good, all for me then."—

Now it's (Y/N) who lets out a snort, finding his behavior silly yet quite charming. Huh, strange how quickly they moved on, the previous dread and fear they felt when he pinned them was now like a long forgotten dream...

Is the famous Stockholm syndrome affecting them already? Why are they suddenly so okay with his presence? Even when knowing about his mood swings they can't shake off this strange sensation of comfort...

Is it because his actions and intentions are now confirmed to be genuine? Because he really seems to like and cherish their company? Cherish them?...

...

...You know?

Fuck everything.

They're too tired for this 'BS' about morality and shit. It will be a tomorrow problem to overthink, now they should just give in and take this night to relax and... Well, maybe even put into use this little freedom of speech they got and actually chat to the man, maybe even get to know more about him.

They look at killer again, the dark eyes of his mask still fixated on their form as he observes them in silence, almost like he's looking at a piece of art rather than another person.

—"So... Are you going to stay here all night?"— you finally ask.

He's silent for a little while.

—"You want me to?"—

—"Kinda. You... You're not too bad of a company, I guess."— you shoot him a timid smile. —"And even if I didn't I doubt you would've leave."—

He lets out a snort at their last comment and then lies down, a bit closer to them.

—"You're right, you're now haunted by me either you want it or not."—

There is a small pause between them, both just laying and looking at each other, a strange atmosphere of calm now lingered in the room, making this moment feel oddly right.

Out of the sudden, they feel a pair of arms snake around their form and bring them ones again into that warm and intimate hug. And this time, they welcome the gesture by snuggling closer to the man and letting out a content sigh.

—"So."— he then says as he tilts his head to look at you, now in his arms. —"What's your favorite scary movie? I never got an answer to this question."—

—"Huh? Aren't you supposed to know that?"— you arch your brow. —"Y'know cuz of the whole stalker thing and all..."—

—"Yes, but want to hear you tell me that. I just really like the sound of your voice."—

They can feel their cheeks warm up, and they can't avoid to get even shyer when the man chuckles at their expression.

—"W-Well... I have a couple."—

At first they sounded awkward while speaking, as if expecting him to interrupt them or laugh at their preferences. Nevertheless, he never made a sound and seemed to pay close attention to what they're saying, sometimes even asking more things about the movies when given the opportunity. Overall, Ghostface is a very nice guy to talk about any kind of nerdy horror stuff!

At some point, they even forgot that the man holding them was a serial murder. It actually felt like talking to an old dear friend rather than a criminal.

And as they talk through the night, (Y/N) finally understands why Ghostface always became so touchy and clingy whenever he had a bad day.

Cuddles and rants indeed help, especially if done with your favorite person.

And though they're certain he's not one yet... Just by seeing how the night progresses.

They wouldn't be too surprised if he somehow sneaks his way into such spot.

#nothomegal ask reply #nothomegal fic #ghostface #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #danny johnson x reader #gn reader #nothomegal oneshot

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nonbinaryspy · 7 months

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Meta: Elincia's Trolley Problems

Elincia's arc comes into sharpest relief when you consider both PoR and RD together. From living a sheltered life as a secret princess, to watching her parents get killed as her country is invaded, to eventually rising to the challenge of her unexpected role as queen, she has to deal with important decisions at every turn. Every action she takes is out of love for Crimea's people and a desire to secure them safe and happy lives. But what happens when she has to choose between the life of a loved one and the future of the overall populace? Both PoR and RD test this with narrative beats that form a perfect mirror, ultimately reflecting Elincia's development.

Path of Radiance

Throughout PoR, Elincia has been separated from her usual support network, particularly her retainers. After returning to Crimea, she finally finds them—however, in chapter 24, before she is able to reunite with Geoffrey, he is left behind to fend off Daein troupes so that Elincia can escape. Elincia is naturally horrified.

Bastian: Geoffrey's acting as a decoy. You must continue on this road to the southwest. Lucia: So the enemy's found us, eh? Lucia: Nothing to do about it but change course. I'll lead you to another hiding place. Elincia: Wh-what are you saying, Lucia? We must help Geoffrey! Bastian? Lucia: Luck was not with us, Princess. We have no choice. We'll have to abandon our companions in Castle Delbray. Elincia: No!! We will not!! Geoffrey and the others have survived so much already... I will not abandon them! Lucia: Princess, please understand. If we could do so without danger to you, we would gladly risk our lives to go back. Elincia: We cannot do this! Please, Lucia! We must go to the castle! ...Bastian! You must not do this thing! Bastian: Geoffrey is a knight. In the name of our friend's honor, Princess, you must escape. Elincia: No... No! They've survived this long! They're alive! NO!!!

When Ike gives her the chance to instead save Geoffrey, she affirms that this is what she wants.

Elincia: Yes. I don't want... I don't want anyone else to be sacrificed.

Lucia and Bastian respect her wishes and agree to help Geoffrey, at which point she is able to get her feelings across.

Elincia: Because the two of you think to put me above all else, you say you will sacrifice your lives for me. Yet... Even if I'm able to borrow of Ike's strength and win back Crimea... If the cost of that victory is the lives of the two of you, I shall never smile again. And joy? Never again would that emotion fill my heart...

Elincia is a leader, but she's also a person—one who never asked for this role. Until recently, she has not had to make decisions that would affect the future of a whole country, as opposed to only living within her personal sphere. In fact, the main political decision made re: her life—the decision to keep her birth secret—was made for her. She has already lost her parents and, as far as she knows, her beloved uncle.

Since then, her choices have all been for the sake of Crimea. In reality, she has had little choice in how to go about that goal, considering she has been fleeing for her life while at the whims of Begnion politics. Being able to return to Crimea and reunite with her retainers is the first time she has been running toward, rather than away, from something, and still part of that goal is being held from her reach. Nothing will stop her from working hard for Crimea, but individual losses will still give her permanent grief. So here, she finally takes a stand against the choices other people try to make for her, and insists on protecting her loved ones and regaining some of what she lost.

What happens next depends on the player, but considering her retainers are alive in RD, the duology's canon here is that they all survive this fight. Due to Elincia getting her feelings across, her loved ones are saved, and the campaign continues.

After this experience, the cost of individual lives in war is hammered home, and Elincia decides it's not enough to order others to keep her retainers safe. Regaining her inherited pegasus and sword, she takes to the field despite the mixed feelings of her retainers.

Elincia: Even though I'm dressed like this, I have no experience, and do not expect to fight as well as the rest of you. But…this constant waiting behind and doing nothing…it sets my heart beating with such unease I fear it may burst. Even if I cannot fight, I could use a staff to heal the wounded. If I could save just one soldier, it would mean so much to me.

This quote shows her resolve and compassion, but it also shows that she still lacks experience and confidence, especially when it comes to conflict. Despite being trained in swordplay, she instead emphasizes her ability to heal, and sets a fairly low bar for what her contribution will mean. Although, given that this plot demonstrates the importance of saving an individual life, maybe I shouldn't call it a low bar. Either way, at this point, there is still plenty of room for her to grow and change, and RD will challenge her to due so.

Radiant Dawn

Part two of Radiant Dawn focuses on Ludveck attempting to usurp Elincia's throne by stirring up reactionary attitudes toward her policies, specifically with regards to her alliance with Gallia, to threaten civil war and pressure her into giving up her throne. Because she fears the conflict that could come out of taking direct action against a noble, and because his followers are also citizens of Crimea for whom she feels responsible, she approaches the situation carefully. Ludveck takes advantage of this hesitance to eventually kidnap Lucia.

Once again, one of the Delbray siblings is in peril, and this time, as Crimea's queen, Elincia does not need to convince anyone to save her. Instead, she takes to the field herself. As with PoR, she had not immediately done so—in this case, because of the delicacy the situation called for. But with Lucia's life at risk and Ludveck's forces at Elincia's door, she decides the time for delicacy is past.

Elincia: “Lucia… Lucia, I’m sorry. Somehow, I promise you… I will save you!” ... Elincia: “…Very well. I must prepare as well. I had hoped this day would never come… Amiti, the treasured blade of House Crimea, will awaken from its long slumber.”

Unlike in PoR, rather than focusing on her healing ability, she mentions Amiti. She no longer needs to make disclaimers or doubt the importance of her role commanding the field. The wording of "I had hoped this day would never come" and "awaken from its long slumber" emphasize that she has already been through the horrors of war once, and never wanted to again. She despises violence, but she is resigned to doing what she must.

Despite holding out against Ludveck's forces and throwing him in the dungeon, she is not able to do anything about his trump card. With Lucia as hostage, he tries to use her life as a bargaining chip for his release, as well as the country. After the incident in PoR, where her retainers saw their own lives as disposable, she convinced them to realize how valuable they were to her. So with the Delbray siblings' situations reversed, Geoffrey now asks Elincia to save Lucia.

Geoffrey: “…Your Majesty, you can’t… You have to let me do something about this.” Elincia: “…” Geoffrey: “Lucia would willingly die fighting for her country, I know… But you have to help her, Elincia. If you were in her position, she would surely do the same. Please, just give the word.”

Again, Elincia is at the point where she is taking action herself instead of entreating others. Rather than order him to do anything, Elincia visits Ludveck in what is one of the most defining scenes of her arc. The non-extended version is below as I think it gets the point across quite well, but there are more dialogue beats in the extended version.

Ludveck: “Queen Elincia, you’re so naive. Cold and callous decisions are sometimes required of a nation’s ruler. …I was testing you. We all wanted to know if our queen would have the power to stop a civil war.” Ludveck: “But, no, you were too hesitant and too concerned about harming the people… Now look what has happened. The rule of Crimea cannot be kept in your hands! Please, Your Majesty! You must abdicate and cede the crown to me!” Ludveck: “And considering Lady Lucia’s life is on the line, you haven’t much choice. Now, let’s have you free me from this prison cell, and then we can discuss any further details…” Elincia: “I don’t think so.” Ludveck: “What?! Are you truly willing to sacrifice Lady Lucia?!” Elincia: “…Lord Ludveck, all your dissatisfaction and misgivings about me are well founded. However, do you realize how many lives you’ve simply thrown away?! Strength without compassion does not a ruler make. You care nothing for the people, sir. You cloak your desire to rule with pretty speeches, but it is petty avarice nonetheless!” Ludveck: “…So this is how it shall be? Very well… But Lady Lucia cannot be spared without my order.” Elincia: “Allowing you to plant the seeds of rebellion and play havoc with the lives of my people is a failure for which I must answer. But I will see Crimea through this trial. I will give my people the future they deserve, no matter the cost.”

Ludveck patronizes Elincia for her compassion while pretending he has the citizens' best interests at heart, but Elincia doesn't bow to his demands. She maintains her compassion along with her resolve. However, no matter how caring someone is, the fact of the matter is that decisions that help even a great deal of people still come with consequences. Elincia realizes this, and is prepared to make that sacrifice while taking responsibility—even though, as she said in PoR, she "shall never smile again."

In the beginning of PoR, Elincia lost almost everything in one fell swoop. When she was finally reunited with her retainers, the thought of sacrificing even one of them was unbearable, even if it could potentially have derailed her goal to retake her country from an invading tyrant. Now, though, she is in a position of greater power, and she is fully aware of the responsibility that comes with it. Compared to PoR, where she was so often at the mercy of others, the only thing tying her hands now is the threat to Lucia. Of course, Lucia is immensely important to her, but after spending three years working to rebuild Crimea, nothing can convince her to let it again fall to ruin under another power-hungry leader.

Thankfully, Lucia's life and Elincia's smiles are saved, thanks to Bastian secretly calling in the Greil Mercenaries. Despite her resolve, Elincia's conflicting priorities are still apparent, as in the extended version (translation on Serenes Forest provided below) she expresses wonder at her decision. As for her retainers, though their feelings on how she should handle such situations have shifted over time, they don't begrudge her decision.

Elincia: “…When Lucia was captured… It was as if I lost my other half. Even now, seeing her by my side, I feel so strange… Wondering how, at that time, I could make the decision to abandon her…” Lucia: “Lady Elincia…” Elincia: “Still… If the same scenario occurred… I believe I would make the same decision. Lucia’s life is important, but it’s not on the same scale as protecting the country. As the Queen of Crimea, I must accomplish my duty to the country foremost.” Lucia: “Of course. Seeing Lady Elincia being able to make this decision, it truly makes me happy. As if I would hate you.” Geoffrey: “My thoughts exactly.” Elincia: “Lucia, Geoffrey… I value your lives more than even my own. But it’s my duty to protect this country, even if that means losing you. I’ve learned a lot from all of this. I hope to keep them out of harm’s way, and I’ll never make the same mistakes again.”

By the end of this section, the bulk of Elincia's arc is complete. She has decided what matters to her and what she will do as queen when put into high-pressure situations. She resolves the situation by deciding to be openly harsh in punishing Ludveck's followers despite the fact that it will gain ire toward her, as refusing to do so before gave him the opening he needed. She has decided to be uncompromising in the face of reactionary politics. Not everyone in Crimea will agree with her decisions, but those closest to her will never waver in their loyalty, to the extent that they are both willing to live and die for her. It's no wonder that, as her epilogue says, "Her reign was remembered as a golden age."

Conclusion

Because I touched on the topic of Elincia's agency and how she maneuvers within the limits of it, I want to give a brief shout-out to her actions in part three. She is Gallia's ally and does not want any more bloodshed in her lands. However, due to Begnion exercising its imperial power, she cannot fully stop its army from entering her lands in pursuit of the laguz alliance. The action she ultimately takes, dropping her weapon in between the opposing armies and essentially daring them to murder a queen of a country with whom they're both allied, all without betraying her own nonviolent ideals, is an unparalleled power move.

Getting back to Elincia's trolley problems, what I find interesting is that though Elincia's decisions are different in PoR and RD, neither game condemns her for her choices. She cares for both the mass of strangers that comprise her kingdom and the loved ones who she's spent her life beside. Her situation in each game is different, so she handles each situation differently in ways that make sense given her roles, pressures, and motivations.

FE in general, and Tellius in particular, asks the characters and players to care about the fates of individual lives as well as whole worlds. Both PoR and RD present the question of what someone would or should do when these personal and political goals conflict, without giving one black-and-white answer. Elincia's arc is just one impactful example of this.

As for me, I'm not gonna lie—though Elincia doesn't have the option to reset the game whenever someone dies, I probably always will.

#fire emblem #tellius #fe9 #fe10 #elincia #elincia ridell crimea #elincia fire emblem #lucia fire emblem #geoffrey fire emblem #path of radiance #radiant dawn #anyway I'm still yodeling about her finally getting a legendary. in the same year as her ascended alt even!

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haikiria-san · 9 months

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Genya x fem!reader who's the cousin of Mitsuri. The idea is that Mitsuri decides to be the wingwoman and set them up together. Genya is of course flustered and it doesn't help that y/n enjoys teasing him

Mitsuri's Cousin Headcanons

AN: Yes, I can! In fact, this proposal would be very interesting to see and I loved writing it! Hope you liked it <3

Synopsis: What would it be like for our dear Genya Shinazugawa to have an S/o who is the cousin of our beloved Mitsuri Kanroji?

Character: Genya Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader, Mitsuri Kanroji (mentioned), Sanemi Shinazugawa (mentioned)

Warnings: Spoilers, Romance, Fluffy, Comedy (?), Spoilers Season 3

Genya Shinazugawa

You are Mitsuri's dear cousin 3 years younger, who entered Demon Corp a while after her cousin and became her Tsugoku <3

The first time you saw Genya, you can't deny that you found his appearance a bit threatening, but that you soon ended up being attracted to the boy

Trying to get closer to Shinazugawa and not being successful, you ended up asking your cousin for help, and that's how Mitsuri cupid appeared

After the fight with Upper Moons 4 and 5 in Blacksmith Village, you finally got a chance to talk to the boy in the Butterfly Mansion

And unlike all expectations, Genya ended up showing that behind her serious face she had a shy mess that enchanted you <3

You always liked to annoy and tease others as a form of "affection", and Shinazugawa was no different (to our boy's dismay)

Because he is shy around women, he always tried to avoid interaction with them, and that became something really difficult with you around and trying to get close all the time

But after a long time of trying, you finally managed to have a date with him! Where, of course, Mitsuri would help prepare everything <3

To be honest, the Hashira of Love will be very present in the preparation of meetings, outings and other things like that, as well as in the evolution of your relationship

Until this "plan" of the two of you reached the ears of the boy's stressed and threatening older brother, the Hashira of Wind, Sanemi

And he would try at the same time to ruin the plans you and your cousin were making, to keep Genya from noticing it

However, he stopped doing that when he noticed that the younger Shinazugawa genuinely liked you, starting to make small comments about it

With the Hashira of Wind and Hashira of Love trying to get you together (both with different plans and ways, of course) it didn't take long before the declaration and the beginning of the relationship

You two were congratulated by your friends and even some Hashiras, with Mitsuri exposing her joy and pride to the world, while Sanemi reacted more discreetly

But even after you became a couple, your "dynamic" didn't change much, with you continuing the teasing (which now contained surprise kisses and hugs) and your darling boyfriend embarrassed as if it was the first time he heard you say it <3

Rest assured, many, many, MANY encounters! At any chance you will go out together, eat something in a small restaurant, walk around the city, or even just pick flowers and cook

Training together, Genya greatly admires your skill and flexibility for being able to use breath like Love, just as you admire his strength and completely uncanny ability to become an Oni

When one of you goes on a mission, it's almost a tradition for you to exchange letters and go on a date when you return, sometimes bringing each other gifts

Speaking of gifts, I expect many, many gifts, Genya just can't come back from a mission without giving you a gift

He is protective, Shinazugawa went through a lot as a child and is very afraid of losing you as well as his brothers and mother

Sanemi still acts rude to him whenever Genya tries to apologize, so when that happens he seeks comfort with you

Well, our boy is still shy even though you are a couple, but he is an amazing lover <3

AN: I hope you all like this! I really love write this <3

#demon slayer #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer imagine #genya x reader #genya shinazugawa #genya x y/n #genya x you #demon slayer x y/n #kny x y/n #kny x you #kny x reader #kny headcanons #kny imagines #demon slayer imagines

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omegaworld · 2 years

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Pirate Queen [Alpha Luffy x omega reader] - part 1

Important to understand the context

Part 1, Part 2 - Final, Part 3 - Extra

Word count: 1785

Spoilers for those who are still in the Thriller Bark arc and/or have not yet reached the Return to Sabaody arc

Trigger warning: rape and self-mutilation - nothing really happens but I thought it was good to mention

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(shortly after the time skip begins)

'Garp-san please calm down!' Koby asks. 'Calm down?!?!? That Sengoku has got to be making fun of my face!' Koby cringes as Garp angrily paces all over his office continuing his monologue 'An omega? They really want to give me an omega? I'm almost 80 years old! Who expects me to get an omega now?'

'Garp, the government has decided to give you an omega' Garp bursts out laughing, but stops at Sengoku's serious look 'That's not serious, is it?' Sengoku sighs 'The government wants to do something about your family history' Garp raises an eyebrow 'What about my family history?' 'Is that serious Garp? Your son is Dragon the revolutionary and your grandson is Luffy in the straw hat. The government wants their top brass to have a family to show for it, but regarding yours they have always tried to hide such relationships. With what happened in the war they can no longer try to hide it, their solution is to give you an omega and show that you are starting over. Akainu asked me to talk to you and we both know that is not a choice Garp. They will send you the omega soon'

Garp sighs in exasperation, he already had an omega, he didn't need or want another one. 'Maybe they'll get along' Koby argues in an attempt to calm him down. Garp sighs again. 'Why didn't they decide to give the poor boy an omega instead?

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Y/n tries to hold back her tears and calm her breathing, in her current situation she didn't know whether or not to be thankful. On the one hand she had gotten out of that disgusting omegas storage, on the other she was in heat, handcuffed and helpless in a room in which at any moment the alpha she was assigned to would enter, force her to mate with her and brand her. Okay, her current situation was definitely worse.

But if this idiot alpha thought she was going to give herself to him just because she was in heat he was very wrong. Y/n spent years in government omegas storage, but unlike most omegas there she never gave up. Not even now, she wouldn't let some idiot alpha claim her as his own, she belonged to her mate and him alone.

Taking a deep breath she tries to form a plan. The alpha would probably be very full of himself like everyone else, he would remove his handcuffs finding it ridiculous an omega in handcuffs as if he was dangerous, that would be when she would get her chance. She was surprisingly much stronger than what you would expect from an omega, even a beast and she could tell that strength was only growing stronger and stronger. Using the handcuffs she could handcuff him and escape. Was it a plan with a lot of "what ifs"? It was. But she wasn't going to give up without a fight. In fact, as a final plan she was going to throw herself against the mirror and use her shards to cut herself so that it was no longer possible to leave a binding mark on her. To her that was preferable to being marked by another.

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Surprisingly it took a year to arrive, he even thought they might have changed their minds, but no. Garp grits his teeth as he reads the letter that was left on his desk, apparently his new omega was waiting for him in his room and he was given a week off, he knew his methods well, she was definitely in heat. He sighs as he enters the room with a box which he soon sets down near the bedside table. He quietly watches the omega on his bed growl at him. Again, was this for real? A beast? He had already found his mate so what was the point of giving him a beast? Even more one that had obviously just reached maturity? She was what? Eighteen years old? She could be his granddaughter! Did the government really think it was good for his image to have such a young partner? But having an idea of his reserves she was probably one of the oldest.

Garp starts pulling towels and pills out of the box and can see the confused look on the omega's face. He leaves and returns with one of the towels already damp, pulling a chair close to the bed he sits down and offers the omega a glass of water and some pills. It was surprisingly easy to resist his scent in heat, if he was being honest even if it aroused a certain protective instinct he didn't feel the slightest urge to jump on the omega.

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Y/n watches as the alpha sighs in exasperation at her refusal to take the pills. He was strange, very old, and very indifferent to her vulnerable state, if only because she didn't feel her heat affected by his scent either. 'Right. I guess I can let you go first.' Her ears perk up at those words and she prepares to run away. As soon as the alpha lets her go she runs towards the door, but a moment before she opens it she is being pulled by the alpha. 'YOU IDIOT PIVET I'M NOT MAKING YOU EVIL!!!' He shouts sticking a punch and leaving a high on the omega's head (imagine how he does to Luffy).

Bringing her hands up she screams angrily 'I'VE DONE IT YOUR OLD IDIOT!!!' 'IS WHAT?!?!' Y/n turns his back on the alpha and can hear him sighing and repeating swear words to try and calm himself down 'Before we talk please take these' he again offers the pills to the omega who looks at him suspiciously 'They are suppressants to relieve the rut. I don't want to have some stinker jumping on me while I'm talking' snatching the pills and water out of his hands she takes them quickly before speaking 'As if I'm going to throw myself at an old man like you!'

For an omega that wasn't even marked she sure had plenty of strength to challenge an alpha as she did. Garp explained to her why she had been given to him and put her to rest by saying he had no intentions of touching her much less mating with her. He told her he intended to keep her for appearances and keep her from going back to where she had come from, the conversation was going well and she agreed with everything until Garp mentioned that he should mark her as part of the facade.

'No' 'How could you not?' 'No. I already have an alpha and he will be the one to mark me' 'You already have an alpha?' Garp asks confused 'Yes' Y/n maintains an offended posture at his proposal 'And who is this alpha?' 'I don't know' 'HOW DON'T YOU KNOW?' 'Because I don't know him yet!!! But my mate is definitely out there and I will find him. So yes, I have an alpha, but I don't know who'

Again, for an omega, let alone one in heat, she would not even flinch at an alpha. Could it be that her conviction was so great that she already had an alpha?

'We can wear makeup then' 'Makeup?' 'Yes’.

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For the rest of her rut Y/n let Garp take care of her, bringing her food and pills, controlling her fever and preparing baths for her.

After that she and Garp eventually developed a good friendship and were able to enjoy each other's company. For some reason that they were both thankful they felt no attraction to each other, this made everything much easier. Their relationship became very strong and Garp was a sort of father figure to Y/n. They told Koby the truth and he was the one who ended up doing the makeup to fake the union mark on Y/n. Garp was glad that Y/n got along with Koby and Helmeppo, the three of them eventually forming the trio even training together.

One day during a break from one of her training sessions she told them both where she was before she came to belong to Garp, and as an alpha Koby promised that she would train hard to be worthy of an omega and be able to take one from there and further on who knows even have enough influence to abolish such a system. That little promise from the younger alpha made Y/n's heart warm at the thought of it.

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'Luffy?' Y/n asks curiously 'Yes, he is my grandson and a big part of the reason you are here' 'Then I must remember to thank him when I see him' Y/n laughs ' Luffy...' She whispers thoughtfully and Garp looks at her with a questioning look 'It's a nice name' Garp snorts 'It would be nice if it wasn't on a wanted poster' 'I suppose' She laughs.

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Now after a year Y/n was able to defeat both Helmeppo and Koby, that fact worried Garp putting him wondering who the omega's mate was, knowing full well it wasn't either of the admirals. Koby was not weak, on the contrary he had recently been promoted to captain which made Garp very proud.

During that year Y/n heard a lot from Koby about Garp's rowdy alpha grandson, he seemed very amusing, but at the same time he was serious and very convinced of his ideals. She smiles at the thought that in a way they were alike.

Now she was sitting in Garp's office reading a book while the alpha puffed and huffed at whatever was in his hands. When she finally diverts her eyes from the book and asks 'What's going on?' He tosses the sheet and mumbles even more annoyed as Y/n puts the book aside and stands up to pick up the paper from the floor 'That Luffy stinker as if it wasn't enough to disappear for two years now he shows up in Sabaody and starts causing a ruckus right away' Garp waits for an answer but it doesn't come. Faced with silence he turns to look at the omega. She is standing there with wide, glowing eyes as she looks at Luffy's wanted poster in her hands.

Garp's eyes widen 'shit' he whispers. A moment later and he can see a wide smile stamped on her face as she walks over to him slapping her hands and the poster on the table 'Vovo' 'Oh no...' One word, one look, the look of conviction he had seen so often in Luffy and Garp was already desperate

'I'm going to be queen of the pirates'

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Author’s note: I really loved writing this

#omegaworld #omegaverse #x reader #omega reader #alpha #omega #fanfic #alpha x omega #alpha/beta/omega au #one piece #luffy #luffy x reader #alpha luffy #apha luffy x omega reader #alpha luffy x reader #monkey d garp

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but-thats-its-own-love-story · 1 year

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They were out really late,

and weren't answering you,

so you waited up for them,

until finally they stumbled through the door.

Imagine Your (strong/tough/stoic/kinda obsessive/ostensibly violently overprotective) F/O

coming home to you after "taking care of something"...

[Hurt/Comfort; some scenes of sensual intimacy]

You're not entirely sure what they meant by that,

and maybe you're afraid to ask,

but either way you're more worried about them right now...

They're breathing really heavily...

It's hard to tell if they're seething with rage,

or totally exhausted,

but they look like they're about to collapse...

You catch them with both arms,

and pull them close,

and their legs give out,

nearly toppling you over...

You gather your strength,

and scoop them into a bridal carry...

You take them to your bed,

and set about undressing them...

When they open their eyes,

they see yours looking down at them...

You're worried sick...

"Are you okay-" they start...

"It's you I'm worried about...

You passed out, and I'm pretty sure you've got a fever..."

They look down.

"Look, I'm not mad, okay...

You just scared me is all...

You can explain whatever happened later,

just lie still for me,

and let me take care of you now,

okay?"

You brush their hair out of their eyes,

and they nod,

and visibly relax a bit...

You smile just a little...

"Let's get you cleaned up..."

You turn towards the bathroom,

and they instinctively reach out,

and grab you by your shirt...

They really are hopeless sometimes...

"I'm not going anywhere, Love,

and you're not either..."

You're not fighting them on this...

You shuck off your shirt,

their hand still gripping onto it,

and hold it up to their face...

"Take deep breaths,

in and out...

I'm here... That's it...

I'm safe... Good...

Just like that, okay?

Smell me? Everything's alright now, I promise...

Just breathe for me..."

Your scent seems to calm them,

if only a little...

"I'm just gonna get a few things from the bathroom..."

You return from the bathroom,

and set an armful of supplies on the nightstand...

You stroke their hair,

rousing them from the half-trance they seem to have slipped into,

focused so intently on the scent of your shirt,

as to distract themself from your momentary absence...

"I'm gonna uncover you now, okay?"

They hesitate, then nod.

You blush a little when you recall undressing them earlier,

but the important thing right now is making sure they're clean and treating any injuries...

You fold back the sheet...

It's not so bad...

Well they're not bleeding at least...

There are a couple bruises forming,

and patches of dirt all over them,

like they've been knocked to the ground a few times...

You take a soft cloth,

and dampen it in a bowl of warm water...

"I'm gonna get started now, okay?"

They look at you intently...

They love watching you at work when you're fixated on something,

especially when that something is them,

and seeing you without a shirt probably doesn't hurt...

"Stare if you must,

but keep still for me,

and just keep taking deep breaths...

Tell me if anything hurts,

alright Love?"

They nod...

Diligently you clean every part you can reach,

periodically rinsing and wringing out the cloth...

They're still burning up...

The warm water feels cool compared to their skin...

They groan a little when your doting hand passes gingerly over a bruise,

and you immediately pull back and glance at their face to gauge their reaction...

Your eyes meet their still-focused gaze...

You can tell they're trying to hide their pain,

but they reassure you it's fine with a subtle nod,

and slip back into rhythmic breathing...

It's fairly apparent they haven't taken their eyes off you the entire time,

but it looks like they're starting to glaze over...

"Okay that's enough for now,

let's take your medicine and get you to sleep..."

"Uhn.... Mhm..."

You pour out a capful, and try to hold it up to their lips,

but they're too out of it to sip it right,

and most of it ends up spilling...

You wipe the mess from their face,

and let out a deep sigh...

"Fine..."

You take a swig straight from the bottle,

bend at the waist,

take their head in your hands,

and kiss them,

careful not to let too much medicine leak out...

The clarity returns to their eyes as what just happened occurs to them,

and they look a little forlorn as you pull away...

"Swallow for me..."

They obey,

and your eyes soften with relief...

"There, all done..."

Exhaustion hits you all at once...

You clamber into bed,

and straddle your F/O,

careful to avoid the bruises...

They're shivering from chills,

but their body is still toasty warm,

and you melt into their embrace,

staying conscious just long enough to pull up the covers,

and feel their needy arms tighten around the small of your back...

"I'm here..." you mumble...

"I'm... safe..."

as your tired mind shuts down,

and slips into the warm dark...

Hearing you say it again,

your F/O shivers for a reason besides their fever...

They breathe in,

and smell the real you this time...

They love you so much...

[Whatever they did] was totally worth it...

They try to stay awake a bit longer,

just to watch your peaceful sleeping expression,

they can't help themself,

but the medicine you gave them is already making their vision fuzzy...

They give up trying to keep their eyes open,

and go back to thinking about that kiss...

They replay it in their mind over and over,

until they join you in blissful oblivion...

#Imagine Your F/O #Selfship Imagines #Hurt/Comfort #Every once in a while I feel like indulging my F/O's with violent/obsessive tendencies #This isn't exclusively for villain/yandere F/O's #Any 'totally willing to kill/die for you' or 'protect you at any cost' F/O will do just fine #Sorry I know not everyone is as into being the caretaker #But if you enjoy the idea of your F/O being dangerously in love with you and accepting them #And patching them up when they go and get hurt on your behalf #Here ya go

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toyota12 · 11 months

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Steven Universe Future: Pink State Analysis (I Am My Monster)

This episode is simulataneously the first and last time we see Steven in his monster form.

This episode begins where Everything's Fine left off, with Steven having transformed into a monster, Peridot, Lapis, and Bismuth, upon noticing this and mistaking the monster for a threat immediately warp over to Steven's house to fight it. However, they are told to stand down by Garnet, who has been trying along with the others to settle Steven down.

Garnet, eventually goes onto to say that as long as Steven believes he's a monster (i.e. a bad person), he'll stay a monster (as in literally remain in the form of a monster). In this form, Steven behaves almost exactly as the corrupted gems seen throughout the series, acting more or less like wild animals, and is incapable of even speaking at all.

After Peridot and Bismuth are able to get Steven's attention and lure him into the ocean, Lapis restrains him with water chains, which is what he spends a good majority of this episode trying to break out of.

After the Diamonds and Spinel arrive on Earth (likely using giving Steven's flip flop back to him as an excuse for another surprise visit), and fail to return him back to his human form, Steven, generating the strength to finally breaks out of Lapis's chains, roars with enough power to blast everyone back.

While re-approaching Beach City, The Cluster appears to restrain Steven even further, giving Steven something else to break out of while buying everyone else some time.

After Peridot remarks that Steven is even stronger than The Cluster, nearly everyone else begins to cry and blame themselves over how they failed him in the past and how it led to his transformation. That is, until Connie returns to tell them to not only stop focusing on themselves and think about Steven, but also remember all the good things he did for them in order to help him in his time of need.

Garnet (who had unfused after being blown to the beach) re-fuses and comes up with an idea to help him.

It's also around this time that Steven manages to break free of the Cluster's grasp and begins re-approaching Beach City, as well as the group.

Garnet comes up with plan in which everyone could contribute in helping Steven, by having Yellow increase Garnet's size with her powers, Blue lifting everyone with her cloud powers and having Lapis distract Steven while everyone makes their way to him.

Garnet tackles Steven, trying to settle him down by talking to him in a calming voice, relating her own experiences to falling apart to what Steven's doing now, which settles him enough to be receptive to what she's saying.

After this, the others, expect for Connie, reach Steven and hug him as well.

Greg tells Steven that he'll be willing to give him anything he needs, Peridot says how Steven never gave up on her, and how she'll do the same for him. Amethyst and Pearl, like Garnet, relate their own experiences and struggles to what Steven is going through now. This shows how their idea of getting through to Steven was to use own individual experiences with Steven and themselves to make him realize how reality goes beyond his own perceptions since each character talks about their experiences, and not anyone else's (for example Amethyst doesn't talk Greg's experiences, but her own), and how it's done without them assuming they would know exactly how to fix things, much like Steven had been wanting.

The Cluster also decides to get in on the hug by holding Steven's hand.

Finally, Connie comes on Steven's nose and tells him how he must've have afraid to show everyone the side of himself that is imperfect and vunerable, thinking everyone would hate and abandon him if he couldn't be the one who has things together for them. However, they'll accept no matter how they see him, kissing him on the nose as a sign of affection.

Steven both moved by this and finally realizing everyone won't abandon him since they didn't even after seeing him as a monster, begins to cry, which appears to return him to his human form. This could also be due to his healing tears combined with the essence of the other Diamonds as his tears glow as he cries.

As soon as he returns to human form, Steven appears to be trying to apologize (presumably for either pushing everyone away all this time or for any damage he might have caused as a monster).

However, Lion, obscures his face from having to face everyone else, and he begins to cry intensly, even as the episode ends. This is due to not only Steven finally prioritizing his own feelings, without worrying about making a scene in front of everyone, but also him realizing he was wrong about everything he'd percieved, not only of everyone else around him, but also himself.

This also means he's finally willing to accept the help of others since he doesn't care about whether or not they're flawed or don't have all the answers as well since he doesn't have to worry about that for himself.

In the epilogue (to the epilogue), he and the gems still have trouble talking to each other about their concerns, however he's still willing to find a purpose outside of Beach City and thinking of himself as a helper since he's free to do so.

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puppyluver256 · 8 months

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[Image Description: Wally, one of the rivals from the Hoenn games, and his Mega Evolved Gallade. Wally is depicted in his appearance from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire, specifically with the minor outfit alterations made to his appearance at the battle with him just before reaching the Pokemon League. His Gallade, in his Mega Evolution form, is standing behind him in an attack-ready pose. The background is the final area of Hoenn's Victory Road, a cliff with bridge flanked by twin waterfalls at the end of a long cave with large orange and red flowers growing alongside a path. End ID.]

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“That promise that we made back then… Thank you for keeping your end of it. It was really all thanks to you that I could make it this far. It was only because I lost to you back then that I could become even stronger. I'm sure that you and your Pokémon must have had to overcome a lot, too… To make it all the way here. Right? Everyone's grown so much… And now we'll get to see just what we all can do. Standing here facing you again gives me chills… …But I won't give up! I won't lose anymore. My Pokémon have given me the courage and strength to fight. I have to win for their sake! So get ready… Here I come!”

More Hoenn with a return of Wally. God...Wally really is one of the strongest rival characters, I swear. Especially seeing how he grows over the course of the game. Going from that sickly kid who needs your help to catch a Pokemon that iirc isn't even able to actively attack yet to being your last real challenge before the Elite Four, I'm so proud of him ;w;

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#pokemon #pokemon omega ruby #pokemon alpha sapphire #rival wally #gallade #mega gallade #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description

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picklepie888 · 2 years

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Ok y'all, I've put together a rough outline for a backstory for the unnamed mother from Dracula who died trying to save her baby from the Count. I've borrowed some ideas from @stickfigurefairytales and @ohlooksheswriting who have made posts on their blog about their headcanons for the character.

Her name is Alena, and her baby's name is Luminita.

She was not born in the village. She came from an upper-middle class Catholic family in the Oltenia region of Romania.

She became pregnant out of wedlock, and she's been shamed and shunned by her family because of it. Her parents cast her out of her home, and spent several weeks begging in the streets until a kindly Romani man gave her money and transportation up north to Transylvania.

She moves into the village and gives birth shortly after. She gets a job as a housekeeper at the same inn that Jonathan had stayed in at the start of his journey.

The Innkeeper (name still pending) also allowed Alena and her baby to live in the inn. Alena considers the Innkeeper to be a surrogate mother-figure. She's also friends with a group of women who regularly stop by the inn to help the elderly Innkeeper and gossip amongst themselves.

Alena was aware of the Englishman who was staying at the inn, but she did not interact with him due to having little understanding of English.

Little Luminita had just turned two years old when she was taken by Dracula. For several nights before she was taken, Alena would wake up to her daughter's cries and screams, begging for her to make the monster leave her alone.

Alena had been warned of the vampires that lurk in the woods outside the village, but like Jonathan she had dismissed it all as superstition until just weeks after she had moved into the village and began to witness Dracula's terror firsthand. Since then, she's prayed to God every night to grant her the strength to protect her daughter.

The night her baby was taken, Alena woke up with the overwhelming sense something was wrong. When she went to check on her child, she saw from the window she was following a shadowy figure into the woods. When she hurried outside the inn to stop her, the figure snatched up Luminita and fled.

For hours into the night, Alena followed the figure on foot until she reached the gates of Castle Dracula, where she called out for the monster to give her child back.

When the wolves had come for her, the last thing she remembers before losing consciousness was the sight of the full moon shining above her, as she channeled all the rage within her to fight off the pack that were keeping her from saving her daughter.

She awakened the following day, still alive, but barely able to walk and with countless injuries all across her body. She wandered aimlessly in the woods for a day or two trying to get back to the castle, until a villager recognizes her and takes her back to the village.

She awakens again in the village's infirmary, where the Innkeeper visits her. She immediately tries to leave and head back up to the castle, but the nurses hold her down, while the Innkeeper somberly breaks it to her that her child is gone.

Alena's injuries eventually heal, and she returns to the inn, although her heart and spirit are now broken.

Within the next month, reports of a huge human-sized wolf-like creature being spotted in the village spread around.

Alena has reoccuring dreams of roaming the woods and the village at night, and takes notice of the long silver hairs growing on her arms, her increased strength, and the fatigue she experiences after waking up from her "dreams", feeling as though she had no sleep the previous night.

When it finally dawns on her what she has become, Alena becomes convinced the God had given her these powers to exact justice on the monster who killed her baby.

After sometime, she works towards remaking conscious in her wolf form, and raids Castle Dracula to interrogate the Brides on their master's whereabouts.

With the knowledge that Dracula had gone to London, she takes all the money she's earned, and every rosary and crucifix that she owns to travel to England to hunt down and kill the monster.

#dracula #dracula daily #fic ideas #if i were to write this into a story i would have it be journal entries written from both alena and the innkeeper #i have zero knowledge on romanian culture so if i got anything wrong or if there's somethings i should add please tell me #vampires #werewolves #i want her to have her own story so badly #she deserved her revenge more than anybody #will probably make a part two to this post when i think up more plot elements

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fruit-salad-ship · 2 years

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As far as angst, what if say hypothetically Plum and Grey failed to save Peach from her family?

Peach makes the trade, her for the island and its residents to be left alone, gets battered down, all her memories removed, loyal new ones of her old family put in their place.

Then the confrontation, we see Grey and Plum return to the family home, trying to get Peach back, unsure what to do but hopeful.

The physical fight between Peach and Grey would end when he's dead. Before Hisui he had a great chance at winning, but afterwards? Not so much. Peach gains the power share with Val, giving her an abnormal ability set, too fast to block from, burning hands that will leave targets with horrible wounds, not to mention her already monstrous strength getting bolstered. It's a mega form for humans. Grey goes down, hard, if he didn't die from the fight, she'd make sure to throw him to the nightmare pokemon the family breed, fodder, nothing will remain after they've crunched through him. No bones, no teeth, not a shred of evidence. Perhaps she would watch for a moment, feel some pang of sorrow well up in her, seemingly without reason. That man was a total stranger to her, right?

That leaves Plum, who would have seen Peach utterly feral, dealing with Grey, and her gut instinct would be to run. If she would hurt him seriously like that, theres no way she'd hold back on the ranger, the newer of the trio to turn up. She runs, bolts out of there so fast, shaken to her core, she's not only just watched Grey die, but Peach is gone, so far she's totally out of reach now.

Peach does not give chase, her mother beckons her back inside to clean up before dinner. So normal sounding, something in her is hurting, Grey didn't get a hit on her that was substantial enough, but she's still feeling...pain, for some reason. Can't place why, ignores it, sits to the right of her mother at the head of the table, looks around, and the people who join them feel unfamiliar. Nothing about it feels right, it's all so formal. She notices a smudge of blood she failed to clean off her arm, and can't not focus on it. Mother dearest sees the falter, sees Peach fixated on it, expression searching through her memories hard, looking for something that's not there anymore. She has to use a neatly folded napkin to clean it off, give her less to focus on, try to engage her in the family chatter at the table.

When Plum finally stops running, she's made it to the closest town, the fastest sprinter of the trio, she had a chance to escape in her mind, now doubled over exhausted, tears unrelenting, getting back into the car they'd come there in, shakily holding the wheel, the reality of the last hour sinking in.

She'd have to go back to the island, tell everyone what happened, explain why both professors aren't coming back. Booker comes to mind, Gai, Minerva, Saxon, all the pokemon in the house who'd think their beloved family have either abandoned them, or they fully understand that they're not coming back. She wasn't sure what the Island would do without them...and then Rei, that kid thought the world of Peach, the pair were thick as thieves, and since joining the island staff, Grey had bonded to him in record time, those two were so similar. He'll be devastated. She puts her head on the steering wheel and cries for hours.

Perhaps when Rei is older, stronger, he can try again, but Plum would do everything not to let him go. He can't end up like Grey.

Everyone back home is shocked, the island goes into shut down state for a couple months, no one in, no one out, medical practices have all but stopped, Pari holds the fort down, trying to do even a 3rd of the workload left behind, lacking the trust of Grey's patients, or the physical skills to work with Peach's. Things start to unravel at the seams.

It's a very bad timeline.

#angst #fruit salad #brainrot

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years

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The Legend of Hana Chapter 111

Warnings: Same warnings as last time

Rating: SFW

“Where am I?” Sora asked as he looked around? He had no idea where he was, only that it was somewhere very bright and that he could hear water. It felt like the sky and sea spread out forever around him, but even that was uncertain. He didn’t know if what he saw was really a sea at all or just water. Water that stretched so far he couldn’t see the shore. There was a sun overhead, too, shining down. As Sora started walking, each step created a little splash. Suddenly, a voice spoke to him from somewhere. A voice that was high and unfamiliar.

“Can't stay away, now, can you?” it asked.

“Hello?” Sora called. Two specks of light drifted down from above and released a bright flash as they landed in the water, revealing a little creature that looked like cat-shaped plushie and...

“Monomi?!” Sora exclaimed as he recognized the Hope Spirit’s guardian.

“That’s right! And this is my friend, Chirithy,” Monomi replied.

“Hi there!” Chirithy waved.

“I'm Sora. Where are we?”

“We’re in the Final World,” Monomi said.

“What's the...‘Final World’?” Chirithy seemed to have the answer.

“There's nothing else beyond this. You've wandered here more than once before on your visits to the Station of Awakening, buuut...I let that slide. The edges of sleep and death touch, and one can't help the occasional crossover,” it said. But Sora latched onto one of the words.

“Wait, ‘death’?” he asked.

“Yes. The natural end for those whose hearts and bodies perish together. But some persist, and arrive here,” Monomi said.

“My heart and body perished? Um, does that mean...” Sora couldn’t make heads or tails of any of this, so he just said what came first to his mind.

“Something is holding you here--refusing to let you go. You're hanging by a thread,” Chirithy said.

“It could be Hana,” Monomi added.

“Hana?! She’s alive?!” Sora exclaimed.

“She’s fighting. But she needs you, Sora. She needs you to give her the strength to survive,” Chirithy said. Sora gasped and asked the question that was on his mind.

“What about my friends?” he asked.

“I'm afraid that no one else arrived with you. And if they're not here, they're either gone forever, or they're clinging to the world you came from,” Monomi said.

“I'm going to find Hana and save her!” Sora said as he summoned his Keyblade.

“Whoa, whoa! How exactly? You can't just wander out like your other visits,” Chirithy called to him as he started to run off.

“What?” Sora stopped and looked back at the guardian and the little creature.

“We told you. The other times you came here by your own choice. This time is very different. To become your old self again, save Hana, and return to the real world, you'll have to piece yourself back together in this world first,” Monomi explained.

“Agh! Why am I in pieces?!” Sora exclaimed as he checked himself over frantically.

“What? No, not literally, of course. You're conceptually in pieces. On the inside, who knows, but on the outside you're just fine,” Chirithy said.

“Oh, okay. You kinda freaked me out there!” Sora sent his Keyblade away, sounding much more like himself.

“Oh boy...” Chirithy and Monomi sighed, but Sora didn’t seem to hear. Pulling themselves together, the guardian and the little creature looked back up at Sora.

“Usually, only a heart can reach The Final World. But since you've clearly managed to retain some kind of form, that can only mean your body was cast into this world as well,” Monomi said.

“Okay, so...then if I can find my body, that means I'll be able to save Hana and go back?” Sora asked.

“Precisely. But there's a lot of you to find. You're going to be busy,” Chirithy said, then both Monomi and it disappeared in a bright flash. Sora looked up and saw himself off in the distance--quite a few of himself, in fact. He chased after one of them, and when he finally caught it, it turned into light and absorbed into his body. After catching several of the other Sora’s, he spotted a cluster of glowing crystals. They danced together in the nebulous form of a star, but they seemed ready to scatter at any moment.

“Could these be a part of Hana?” He approached each of the stars but none of them seemed to be a part of her. Sora also noticed that his body was, bit by bit, beginning to feel more real again. He couldn’t quite see through himself anymore, either. He talked to a few more stars and barely a moment passed before a giant platform rose up beneath Sora, like a huge boulder made of solid ice. The mass was followed by more like it in sizes great and small, piling up in what came to resemble some sort of structure. Inside it were even more Soras than before. Some of the Soras flew, some sat upside down, while others dashed about willy-nilly. And during his pursuit, Sora bumped into another star.

“Sora?” the star addressed him by his name.

“Yes?” Sora replied.

“It's me, Naminé.”

“Naminé?”

“I'm so glad that you managed to hold on to who you are.”

“Why are you here?”

“I was in Kairi's heart, but then we were struck by a powerful darkness...and I woke up here.” Naminé’s answer worried him. If Naminé had been inside Kairi and she was here now, did that mean...?

“And Kairi?” he asked.

“I can feel her heart. She's fighting with all her strength to keep you from fading away,” the star-shaped Naminé said in a soft, gentle voice.

“So, the reason I retained my form in this place...”

“It's because she's holding you together. Go to her.”

“I can’t. Not until I save Hana. But, what about you? I can't just leave you stuck here.” The star-shaped Naminé released a little sparkle of light.

“It's okay. Really. Kairi is where I came from. So, once she's safe again, Kairi is where I'll return,” she said.

“Naminé, I know that I'm supposed to thank you. The datascape doesn't count. I need to say the words myself. But...not like this. You and Roxas can't tell me you're okay with this. I know how much you're hurting. I... felt that pain through Roxas.” Naminé shimmered for a moment before speaking.

“He's the one they all miss. It's...not me,” she said.

“Wrong. What about me, Kairi, Donald, Goofy? The King! Roxas too, he misses you! Even Roxy still misses you! And someone else special I know won't let you down.”

“Roxy...misses me? Sora. Thank you.” Sora took a step forward toward the many other Soras still off in the distance.

“Well, then I'm gonna go save Kairi and Hana so at least you'll be free of this place. Okay?” he said. He was about to hurry off when Naminé called out to him.

“Oh, wait!” she said.

“Huh?”

“While sifting through memories, I spoke to Terra, the Keyblade Wielder you've been looking for. He has a strong will, and it keeps him tethered to the realm of light. I'll try tracing that connection. Maybe that'll be enough to tip the scales in the other direction.”

“Huh?”

“Umm... Let's just say I've got your back?” Naminé’s tone suggested that she was smiling gently.

“That part of you--it reminds me of Kairi. Thanks, Naminé. Oh! That's not the official thank-you!”

“Uh-huh,” she twinkled, seemingly pleased by Sora’s words.

“Well, see ya!”

“Be careful.”

~le time skip~

Sora had found all of the pieces to himself and then, two lights drifted down toward him, lights he recognized. When the two lights touched the water, Chirithy and Monomi appeared in a flash.

“I see that you found them all,” Monomi said.

“Yup!” Sora exclaimed, striking a triumphant pose. But Chirithy’s reaction wasn’t so cheerful.

“Then, isn't it time that you left?” it asked.

“Oh, thanks,” Sora said, a bit miffed.

“What? We’re doing you a big favor here, you know. Don't push it,” Monomi said, getting a little angry, but Sora didn’t let it get to him.

“Hey, Chirithy. You still look like you, right? Would you like me to help you find your pieces?” he asked.

“Oh, I don't work like that.”

“So, like...you're waiting for someone to rescue you?”

“Mmm...sort of?”

“Well, tell me who! I'll find 'em.” Sora cupped a hand to his ear and leaned toward Chirithy, expecting a whispered answer. But Chirithy didn’t seem to want to share the name.

“Uh, no no no no, that's okay. He doesn't remember the past. Besides, I'm sure that he's much happier with his new friends. But I'll wait. He'll arrive here one day,” it said.

“Okay...I'll be back to visit you. Monomi, I’ll see you when you when Mukuro comes back.”

“What?!” Chirithy yelped, taking a step back.

“You and me are friends now.”

“That’s Sora for you!” Monomi commented. Chirithy glanced down for a second before meeting Sora’s gaze again. It seemed to be remembering something from long ago.

“I've missed having friends,” it said.

“Well, see ya 'round! And thanks!” Sora turned and was about to leave when he paused for a moment. Monomi and Chirithy watched him curiously. “Umm... Could I get a hint how to save Hana and the others?”

“Seriously?” Monomi seemed a tad exasperated. “Are you a Keyblade wielder, or aren't you? Haven't you already learned how to restore someone's heart after it's been lost?”

“Restore their hearts? Is that the same thing as...the ‘power of waking’?”

“I'm not sure, but...give it a shot?”

“No.” Sora remembered what Hercules had said. “This'll take all my heart. Okay.”

With a nod of determination, Sora took his Keyblade in both hands and pointed it at the water. The light formed a Keyhole that then grew into a kaleidoscopic magic symbol, from which light began flowing upward from it into the sky.

“Look for the light in the darkness!” Chirithy shouted to Sora just as he leaped into the circle. The radiance swallowed Sora up, and then he was gone.

“May your heart be your guiding key,” Monomi and Chirithy said softly as they gazed up after Sora.

To be continued...

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Angst Prompt Writing Drabble Challenge

[Out of order because of their timeline relevance! Long so everything is after the cut!]

16. Dream

Steps in the darkness. The feel of the damp earth under his feet reminded him that he was safe within the embrace of the swamps. Home. The wise one towered over the canopy, stretched long as shadows danced in the wane light. Spear in hand, Toadie moved through the growth without trouble and felt the soft give of the moss and clay.

Whispers touched his ears and he tried to listen carefully to the muffled sound. Strangled and desperate the whispers grew in their frantic pull to bring Toadie a message. Misfortune and pain. Something was wrong as he swiveled his ears to the words on the wind, yet he still failed to make out what they tried to say. He pushed the sounds of the bugs and birds away to focus on the soft repetition that caressed his ears and tangled against his mind. A long forgotten warning.

Suddenly the whispers stopped, and the dread clutched at his heart. Ice settled around him as a deep frost began to creep over the foliage and waters around him. He could not feel the chill, but as he watched everything gripped in ice the urge to run snapped at his muscles and told his body to move. However, the mud around his legs held fast and he found himself frozen in place. He could not leave this place, and it no longer felt like home as he looked above and into the darkness of the canopy.

Eyes watched him struggle. Thousands of eyes watched and did nothing as he could not release himself of the frozen bog. He reached, desperately he begged for another to help him. For his family. Slowly, a shadow stretched far with clawed fingers towards him and held his hand in a familial embrace. The clay at his feet melted away, but the world around him did as well. Darkness embraced him, and nothingness held him aloft. One voice out of many began a litany, the tenets of his family. Voices joined and a chorus chanted the vows made by their people to safeguard the tribe. One voice above them all roared these words and in an instant it was clear it was Toadie. The mantra that he remembered kept him grounded and reminded him that his family would endure. As should he.

A whisper in the darkness, a voice tangled as five. A command as Toadie felt another’s eyes upon him from deep within the void of this unknown space. His eyes snapped open and Todaluk reached in a vain attempt to rend the darkness between claws. He was back in his cell. Back in the gladiator’s ring. As the fog of sleep faded from his vision, one final whisper repeated in his ear.

Survive, and return to us.

12. Innocence

Many times his master had placed him in a match with the intent of opening a chakra through brute force. Situations where his fight for survival was the catalyst to his ascension. It was no longer unusual to him, and it did not seem as if this time would be much different from the others. Fight for survival, a chance to let go of inhibitions and allow himself to fall into the meditative strength that was pure combat.

The pits only allowed him a small relief from the ever building tension that had been pulling at his skin lately. A spring that wound in his chest, one which only seemed to lessen as he threw himself into combat. Restlessness and frustration that always seemed to gnaw at him when he rested, it pushed him from his bed to pace like a caged beast. Now, in this fight, he felt free from the constant itch and the freedom exhilarated him. Combat always felt like a release as he allowed himself a clear mind with a singular focus. Survive.

An offered chance to fight without inhibitions was welcomed, and he relented to the fact that perhaps he’d grown too used to combat that it was now his only form of relief. Maybe he was dependent on the rush as his fist collided with his opponent. He smiled at the satisfying scent of blood in the air. Yet there was something else. A feeling of desperation as his master sent more and more into the ring to wear him down.

More opponents knocked at his senses, and the meditative state slowly fell away. A forced desperation as they mistook Todaluk’s ferocity and opened the wrong door. A louder roar. His body felt hot as he continued to fight fist after fist, pushing himself to the limits of his capability. Yet there was no unlocked power as he felt himself pushed back and thrown to the ground. Blood splattered the dirt and he felt the shock of pain as combat never ceased. No surge of renewed strength nor the feeling of a gate to be thrown open. Nothing was there. He could go no further.

Panic took him, as he tried to reach for something. His confidence waned as he was thrown to a wall and his body crumpled to the ground. Still nothing. If Todaluk could not find the power, if this combat provided no fruit then he would be killed in the pursuit of ascension. He teetered on the brink of consciousness as he tried to do as he’d always done. Force the gate open, break open the seal. This was the way he’d been taught, and the only way he knew how to get stronger. Push to the limit, and when you felt yourself breaking the lock would open. Except this time there was no lock in sight.

Vision darkened at the edges and his body struggled to respond as he felt fist and foot against his defenses. One last effort to survive. They would not relent as they continued to push his body to the brink and the world began to blacken. He did not want to die. Not like this. Continue the fight. Get up. Get up! THERE! He felt the stir of power as he cried out for relief. He could feel the world as it fell away, and he needed to unlock his final chakra. He needed to prove that he was still capable of rising. He was still strong enough to handle the power he was given. He would force open every single one if it meant that he would gain the power to gain his freedom. There was no hesitation as he released the power that raced to the surface.

A final gate. Different. A thrill and exhilaration he’d never experienced before as his claws and teeth begged for blood. Strength. Power. Rage.

2. Betrayal

“...And you will be the one to choose them.”

Todaluk stared into the eyes of his family, identical gold and amber searching his own for answers that he did not have. There was clear recognition and a sense that perhaps he would be the savior that they needed. False hope in a lost uncle. A serendipitous meeting that twisted the strings of fate into a cruel tangled knot. Todaluk was a cold stranger to them, as he looked down the long line of others meant to distract him and create the narrative. The growl that stuck in his teeth was not meant for them, but Todaluk could not help the bile in his throat.

A play. Fooled. He was meant to pick his kin. The slavers knew he would pick no other to replace him, and it was a reminder that they would own him despite how free he thought he was. Todaluk watched as the child’s eyes grew wide and the realization set in. His heart broke in his chest, and his stomach churned despite the cold eyes that appraised his kin one last time. He memorized their look of panic and desperation as he gestured to his choice. The sound of their protest forever in his ears, that he would never forget his sin.

Voices whispered in his ears, distant and ancient. Shadows of his family. The words that kept him sane in the darkest of hours. One echoed the loudest as they took his kin away at his behest. ‘Keep safe your own’. Todaluk flattened his ears as he recited his new mantra.

Freedom, at all costs.

1. Loss

Isolation and solitude were his safety nets. He knew his place was further on the outer reaches of the territory. Away from the center, farthest from the heart of his family. Returned, yet apart. That was the punishment, and he held no ill will to that fact. Self inflicted, yet fully deserved as he curled against the cave wall with a low rumble. The sound echoed against the stone as he tried to get comfortable in his solitude. His family in the distance, their laughter danced in his ears as he laid against cool stone and relaxed in the late afternoon. His den. The safety of his own home with the strength of his family just within reach.

He earned his name, and found a place within their hearts. He swam their history and grew up following their ways. The rough growl in his throat and the sharpness of his teeth were their gift to him in ages past. Easy to belong, it was a simple path to find what he was good at and contribute to the whole. In the darkness he was not alone, and together they were the beasts that walked the swamps. He left as one of them.

Returned, he was cracked. The waters of his home and the strength of his family had been bled from him as he clattered hollow and dry. The rumble in his chest was the rattle of thunder and the threat of violence, no longer a soft comfort to others. His teeth had tasted blood and remained hungry for the hunt despite being full. Body changed, he was larger and more prone to the rage that twisted under his skin. He did not feel safe, and it made him withdraw from others to protect them from himself. He was one of them, but also apart.

They were not afraid. The sounds of children’s laughter and the splash of water caught his attention as Toadie slowly brought himself to a stand. He moved from his cave to the waters edge as he found a small band of kids throwing mud. When he growled they stopped, but quickly came to him full of smiles as he leaned down low to greet them with a chuff and hugs. They were safe here, to play under his care. He was loved. Never forgotten. Yet he was apart as the hollow remained. For all the acceptance and familiarity, the bonds and gentle reminders, there would always be a hole. He left as one of them with their histories and stories, their rituals and habits, even their words and symbols had followed him into the sun. Yet through the crack, it had all fallen away.

He left as one of them, but returned as a stranger.

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yzafre · 17 hours

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we're flying above the valley below | Ch 13

AO3

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The meaning behind Yen Sid’s words about his Keyblade still hadn’t revealed itself by the time Riku and Mickey returned to the realm of Darkness.

Riku had managed to wrest control of his Key back before, thanks to the help of the presence from his last visit, but it was a shaky thing. One more disruption, he knew, and it would be over. He wouldn’t manage to reform Way to Dawn a second time.

It didn’t take long before they reached the barrier of Darkness once again. With a quick glance, they both summoned armor around them – Mickey having picked his up from a storage room at Yen Sid’s - and headed deeper in. The further they got, the more things started to look familiar. Finally, recognition set in, and Riku knew where they were before they heard the sound of the waves.

Here, the Darkness lingering in the air was thinner. Still, there was something about it – the air, the clouds, the behavior of the sea – that he didn’t trust.

“Here again,” he mused, before turning to Mickey, “No one in sight. Where to, now?”

Mickey hummed thoughtfully, dismissing his armor as he looked around, “Let’s take a closer look. I’ve got a feeling we’re getting close.”

Mickey diverted to search through the rocks and thorny, dead foliage nearby. Riku dismissed his own armor and made his way down to the shoreline, peering out at the rock formations standing stark against the horizon. Closing his eyes, he let a moment to let the memory wash over him – just him and Sora, no hope of returning home, but together, which Riku never thought he’d get to have again. He breathed out, letting the memory and feelings fade with it. Instead, he reached for his bonds – the concrete promise of his future – just letting himself bask in their presence like the warmth of a fire.

But they had their own mission, and he had his. Opening his eyes once more, he frowned out at the dark ocean.

Something wasn’t right about this. The air was too still, the sea too quiet. There was no reason to assume the realm of Darkness would follow the same rules as back home, but it set his instincts off regardless – the calm before the storm.

And then, with a crack of magic, it broke.

Heartless spilled from every direction, skittering over the rocky beach to swarm them. They piled on top of each other, forming those misty towers that barreled around quick as a train, ready to sweep them up at the slightest misstep.

“Mickey!” he called, stepping to the side and deflecting the first lunge, “They’re here!”

If Mickey replied, he couldn’t hear it over the roaring of the heartless and his heart pounding in his ears. All he could do was ground himself, and settle in for the fight. The strange towers of shadows remained ever present, but with every wave the other heartless grew larger, and more dangerous.

But he would not fall here.

He knew his own strength.

Another monster lunched towards him, and Riku swung – but rather than dodge or fall, it bit down.

Way to Dawn faltered in his hand, cracking beneath the heartless’ teeth. No, he thought, not again – not now. As if in defiance of his plea, the Key cracked more, steel turning to static and magic. With every moment, more and more of it flaked away – soon he would have nothing to defend himself with, he would be -

Having trouble again?

The world dropped away. Riku couldn’t move, couldn’t look, as if frozen in time, but he could feel that faint presence drifting closer to peer over his shoulder.

Well, I guess I can help out. But this is the last time, got it?

It reached forward, hand somehow slipping beneath his own, between him and his Key, wrapping its fingers around the hilt and giving a twist -

Way to Dawn resolidified.

Why are you holding on to this thing so hard, anyways, It asked, holding the Key a minute longer before clicking its tongue and passing it back into Riku’s control, You’ve changed; isn’t it time to move on?

A breath, and time moved again. Riku pushed forward, carving through the heartless. Planting his feet, he glanced around, taking stock of the situation.

Across the beach, Mickey let out a cry, and Riku turned just in time to see a flash of metal go flying – Kingdom Key D soaring through the air until it landed on in – no, on top of – the water.

It splashed across the surface before skidding to a stop, and suddenly all the heartless went still.

The water shuddered once, twice, endlessly, the ripples growing until they began to pool, rising up as a hand piercing through the water. The wave grew and grew, until the mass began to take shape, a figure dripping in Darkness climbing out and grabbing up the Key, holding it up to the sky to observe it.

Riku squinted, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make out any features. The water was slow to run off them – clinging thickly, viscous, behaving more like gel or slime as it sloughed off bit by bit.

Behind him, Mickey made a small, distressed noise.

“I can’t call it back!”

“Of course not,” the figure said, voice low and rasping, “You haven’t fully won its allegiance. After all, how could you, as entrenched in Light as you are? It should answer to someone who knows the Darkness, intimately.”

“That voice!” Mickey gasped, “Aqua!”

“Mickey.”

The last of the Darkness fell away. Deep blue eyes, rimmed in yellow, stared back from a pale, sickly face stained with Darkness.

“Took you long enough,” Aqua said, “A person could almost start to think you were never going to come.”

“What?”

She began to prowl forward, walking across the sea in a sweeping back-and-forth path.

“I waited, you know. I thought surely, now that you knew, you would come. That would wouldn’t leave me alone here, to rot in this shadow prison, knowing what it would do to me.” … “I should have known. Everyone leaves – Ventus, Terra, Master’s Defender, even Stormfall – they’ve all abandoned me. Why would you be any different?”

“Aqua, that’s not,” Mickey stumbled over his words, “I was always going to come for you.”

“Then you should have come faster,” she snapped, “There’s nothing left, now. Do you have any idea what this place does to you? The loneliness, the fear. It eats at you, takes everything away. All that’s left is misery and despair. There’s no escape. Soon, you’ll see it, too.”

Oh.

Riku recognized that feeling – he'd felt like that once. A cavern of despair gnawing at his heels, threatening to drown him with every breath. He’d had to face it, to find a way just to keep his head afloat. Back then, he’d thought he’d never get out. It was a miracle – and only thanks to Mickey and Naminé – that he’d managed to find his footing, to ever take that first step on the road to –

Oh.

Suddenly, the meaning behind Yen Sid’s words fell into focus. The reforging of your Key with the reforging of your soul.

His resolve... wasn’t the same anymore. The feelings, the conviction that carried him through when he first claimed Way to Dawn... he’d grown past it. He’d found the hope he’d been grasping for back then. Even if the Darkness would always be there, could not be denied, there was always Light as well.

He wasn’t looking for his Light anymore – he knew exactly who he was.

It was time to move on.

I get it, now. Thanks.

A brush of amused pride, and a weight settled, satisfied, behind his heart.

“No,” Riku said, “I’ve seen that Darkness myself, and I’ve learned – no matter how far you go, the Light can always find you.”

“If you believe that, then you never truly felt it,” Aqua declared.

She lunged, speeding across the water and sending spray up behind it. Riku stepped to the side, guarding Mickey and bringing his Key to bear. Way to Dawn met the blow, ringing with the force – diverted it to the side – then shattered. Riku knew that Key would never answer him again.

Thank you, for seeing me here.

He breathed, and the star in his chest felt clear, anticipatory, as if it was watching, waiting, wondering – who will we be next?

Aqua lashed out again and he twisted inside her guard, back-to-chest, arms snaking along hers until his hand wrapped along the hilt of Kingdom Key D below hers, hoping to reclaim Mickey’s Key, and -

A tug at his chest, a tether -

The Realm looked at him, the weight that followed him in this place bearing down, down, down, piercing into his very soul and observing, judging. Every insecurity and doubt, every bit of anger and jealousy, it all welled up, bitter tar choking his lungs, screaming to be indulged, to drown him, to blind him.

Riku stared right back and breathed.

This Darkness was his; he knew it, all its truths and lies, and it would not consume him. And, slowly, it subsided.

Foreign satisfaction, dark and heady, echoed through him.

Keyblade, it whispered, and a solid weight settled into his chest, making a home in the star he carried, molding itself to his image, and him to its.

Kingdom Key D vanished from Aqua’s hands, returning firmly in his.

Aqua quickly leapt away, glaring, the ocean of Darkness around them seething with her. It churned, thrashed, began to rise around her, the near-forgotten heartless along the beach beginning to chitter once more. And then the sea began to recede.

Riku froze, standing his grown despite the fear rushing through him.

He was a child of the islands – he knew the tricks of the tides.

“Fine,” she said, “I don’t need a Key to destroy you. Pathetic beings of Light; let the Darkness drown you.”

Aqua’s despair continued to churn in the distance, a maelstrom on the horizon of their bond.

Sora and Kairi’s questions bounced off of Ventus as he marched through the factory, all their commotion lost beneath the sound of the screaming in his heart. Through the warehouses, the work-floor – towards the lobby, towards the place where they landed.

How, how, how?

How was he going to reach her?

“Ventus!” Sora yelled, grabbing on to his shoulders, “Wait a moment, tell us what’s going on!”

Ventus grabbed Sora’s wrists, pulling himself free. “You don’t understand, I can feel her – something's wrong. I have to get to her, before - ”

“Okay.”

Ventus stopped short, locking eyes with Sora – who stared back, steady, supportive. Eye burning, he swallowed around the lump in his throat.

“Okay?”

“Yeah,” Sora said, “If you say she needs your help, then I believe you. Let’s figure out how to get you to her.”

“Right. There has to be a way.”

Closing his eyes, he took a long, deep breath. The words seemed to fall from him without a thought:

“Let my heart be my guiding key.”

Please, he begged, I need help.

A shiver ran up his spine to settle in his chest with the weight of a sense memory – a precious voice calling his name, an aged hand settling on his chest, a flashing eye beneath of low-slung hat. It hooked around his heart, and pulled.

This way.

The three of them took flight on their transformed Keys, Kairi and Sora following behind as Ventus followed the tether tugging him along. Eventually, they landed on a bright world fully of sunny beaches. Ventus vaguely recognized it – like a place he’d passed through, once, the association just on the tip of his tongue.

Sora and Kairi had no such difficulties.

“But this is – home,” Kairi said.

“Your heart is leading you here?” Sora asked.

“Yeah,” Ventus said, “Something’s calling me here. Something familiar.”

“Well, okay… any idea what it is?”

“No, but… I’ll know it when I see it.”

Kairi and Sora shared a glance and shrugged, and all three began combing the beach. At this close proximity, the compass in his chest turned into a game of hot-and-cold, making him trace senseless patterns across the sand. But no matter, where he looked, there was nothing there.

Growling under his breath, he kicked at the sand, and –

OW!

Hissing, he grabbed his toe, glaring down at the glint of metal peeking from the sand. Who left that here? With a scowl he bent down, grumpily uncovering it, but as the shape of it began to be revealed, shock replaced his indignation.

This was...

Master’s Defender – Master Eraqus’ Keyblade.

It was suddenly hard to breath, his lungs being crowded out by a swell of grief and rage and betrayal.

Master Eraqus had been kind to him.

Master Eraqus had tried to kill him.

Master Eraqus was dead.

He shook his head, swallowing it all down as he snatched up the Key. This, this is what he was called here for. Master’s Defender was a legacy Key, given to Master Eraqus when he was charged with watching over the Land of Departure, that thin point between Light and Dark.

And if this Key was tied to that land… then maybe, just maybe, it could find the thin point between the realms as well.

As if in answer, it shivered in his hand. Raising the tip high, he fed it his power, the direction of his bond, the well of Light inside him, and it sparked to life.

Aqua... I’m coming.

They landed in a maelstrom.

Darkness raged around them, Heartless swarming between the crashing waves. Ventus got a glimpse of Mickey darting through the chaos, a flash of silver hair, but his eyes were caught at the center of it all, the dark silhouette dancing at the eye of the storm.

“Riku!” Sora called, taking off like a shot, Kairi behind him, diving into the battle. Ventus, instead, headed towards the source conducting it all – towards the piece of his heart drowning in Darkness.

“Aqua!” he called, reaching for her with everything he had, “Aqua, please! It’s me! Aqua!”

No response. The waves of Darkness buffeted against him, working to push him steadily back, back, back, offsetting every step so that his progress was measured in inches. Even letting pure Light magic pour from him only lessened the sting, rather than letting him through. When he stumbled, lost his footing, hands on his shoulder caught him before he could fall completely.

“Let me help.”

“Kairi?”

He hadn’t heard her approach. But here she was, hands steadying him as she frowned thoughtfully at Aqua’s storm. She glanced at him, briefly, before looking back at the carnage.

“I know how to deal with this; let me cut you a path. Just like before, yeah?”

“I… yeah. Yeah!”

A brief smile, before her face fell somber and she stepped forward. With a deep breath, her eyes closed, and she stretched out her hands.

The light built around her, a corona growing with every breath. Just when it became blinding, when he thought it would implode on itself, the light burst out from her – steady waves that pressed against Aqua’s storm, combatting her tides.

Over, and over – with each pulse, it pushed the storm back a little further, until there was a perfect path, leading him straight to Aqua.

“I’ll hold it back,” Kairi said, Light so bright in her eyes it obscured her iris, “Go save your Flightmate.”

“But – you’ll be defenseless like this! What if the heartless come after you?”

“I’ve got it.”

Riku appeared in a flash, standing tall beside her, “Sora and Mickey have the horde covered. I’ll take care of Kairi. We’ve got everything taken care of out here, so go.”

“I – okay. Thank you!”

Spreading his wings, Ventus sped down the path, till he passed from Kairi’s work to the true eye, the whirling Darkness giving way to an eerie stillness.

Aqua stood at the center of it all, staring out into the chaos.

“Aqua!” Ventus called, trying again when she didn’t respond, slamming as much desperation down their bond as possible, “Aqua!”

Her eyes snapped to him suddenly, sickly yellow light glowing from within. The previously glass-still waters began to ripple until she blinked, gaze focusing on him, and they stilled once more.

“…Ventus?” she rasped, “What are you doing in this place?”

“Aqua, I came for you!”

“You? No – there’s no way you could reach this place. I won’t be tricked by another illusion – not again!”

“An illusion? Aqua, what are you talking about?”

He reached for her heart, pressing against the wall of Darkness, feeling her flinch, hissing and clawing like she’d done when she first woke up. Heart aching, he pressed through it, straining against the barrier even as she tore into him.

“Aqua, listen to me,” he begged, “You know me.”

Finally, a flicker of recognition – eyes peering out from behind dark glass – hesitation – desire - fear.

“How can I be sure?” she asked, “And if you are here, then… you fell to Darkness. I failed you, too. Everything I did was truly for nothing.”

“But you did save me! And, and now it’s my turn.”

“There is no escaping this. No one can withstand this place, not even me,” she murmured. Bitterness and disgust dripped off her heart, before getting wrapped in a blanket of despair, “But That’s okay… That’s okay. There’s no way out… but at least, we can be together again.”

Her eyes sharpened, the intent in her heart sharpening greedily on him, and for the first time Ventus wished he could escape her heart.

The waters surged once, spraying a dense mist into the air that temporarily blinded him. Arms wrapped around him from behind, pinning his arms in place as they wrapped around his chest. Aqua buried her face in his hair, her heart actively reaching for his for the first time, twining around it just as tight.

Just stay with me.

Something thick and cold began crawling up his way. Gasping, he tried to kick it away, but it clung on, sticky and viscous, creeping ever higher. The water, he realized, watching the way the growing ripples moved towards them – the Dark waters were trying to consume them.

“Aqua – Aqua, wait - !”

“It’ll be okay,” she whispered, “Just let it happen. I’ll take care of everything. It’ll be just like before.”

“Aqua, stop – “ he gasped, thrashing against her grip.

“Ven!”

Sora darted in like a shot, spearing into the space over Ventus’s shoulder. Aqua was forced to let go, or else take the hit, freeing Ven up to cut free from the Darkness pulling him down. Sora landed back beside him, both of them facing off against Aqua.

“No – give him back!” she snarled.

“Aqua, wait!“

Aqua burst across the expanse, slamming into Sora, their blades locked together as she pushed him back. Heart in his throat, Ventus surged forward, putting himself between them.

“Aqua, I have a way out!” Ventus called, before yelping, spinning to the side to dodge a powerful swing. As he turned, he let his Key change, swapping out Wayward Wind for Master’s Defender, “See? The Master’s Keyblade – it guided me here. If we work together, we can – “

He cut off as he ducked under another attack, then being forced to dance back from a sequence of agile blows.

“She’s not listening,” Sora said, suddenly beside him, “We’re going to have to get through to her the hard way.”

“But –“

“It sucks. Trust me, I know more than anyone, but… fighting her is the only way.”

“…Okay.”

Ventus had never won against Aqua. He’d managed to get Terra, though the amount of times could be counted on one hand, when the older boy got particularly cocky or carless – but Aqua? She never let herself stray, meeting even the most casual spar with impeccable technique. Even now, dripping in Darkness and enraged, she was more than Ventus would be able to take.

But Ventus wasn’t alone. Sora was here, as well.

Together, they managed to press her back, wearing her down, until finally, she fell.

She stumbled, caught herself, stumbled again. Her knees hit the surface of the water with splash, the storm falling still around them. Panting, she hunched over, holding herself up on trembling arms, slowly crumpling to the floor – no, sinking into the floor.

“Aqua!”

“Ven…?”

He stretched out his hand, rushing for her. She reached back, slowly, but hesitated. He sped up.

She fell through the water.

“No!”

“Ven, wait!”

Ventus dove forward, headfirst – the water gave way for him, letting him sink into the depths. He could see Aqua below, floating, falling deeper.

No.

He swam for her, closer, closer, until he managed to snag her wrist, pulling together until he could wrap his arms around her, press his face into her shoulder. The Darkness pressed into them, ripping with its claws. Inside them, he could feel her heart growing fainter.

No, he declared, No, the Darkness doesn’t get to have you.

I’m not losing anyone else. Not this time.

Make me into pure Light without a choice? Fine. But this Light is mine.

And I’m using it to save my friends.

The gentle sounds of waves ushered her to wakefulness. Sand shifted softly beneath her as she slowly stretched, every muscle aching. She cracked her eyes open, quickly closing them again as sunlight spilled in, stinging her eyes. So bright...

“Aqua?”

Her breath caught. Her hands shook. Ven... he sounded so real.

Fingers twined between hers, squeezed lightly.

None of the illusions could ever touch her. Feeling like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, like oblivion would take her if she stepped wrong, but she couldn’t help but take the leap – she sat up, shakily, and opened her eyes.

Ven stared back.

“Ven.”

She sent out a pulse, once, down their bond. He smiled – watery, tremulous, but bright, and pulsed back. Her heart skipped a beat.

Ven – he was here, with her – but oh, stars, he was here, in the Darkness.

“How... are you - ?”

He lunged forward, arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders. She caught him instinctively, finally taking in the area around them in bewilderment. She was on the shore, yes – but not the one she last remembered.

“These are... the Destiny Islands. When did they fall to Darkness?”

Ven made a choked, hurt sound, clinging tighter, his heart an outpouring of grief-aching-love as he pressed his face into her shoulder. She wound a hand around his back to pet his hair, looking helplessly at the silver-haired boy – and hadn’t she seen him somewhere before? – who shook his head.

“You’re in the Realm of Light.”

Her breath caught. Impossible – impossible. Could she really be - ? But the sun was warm, and bright, and brilliant, and Ven was here in her arms.

His arms and his heart wound tighter around her, a shudder passing through him and into her as he whispered, soul to soul - You’re home.

Oh, she thought, the world growing blurry around her.

I’m home.

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Part 1: Transmigration Gone Wrong

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Evelyn barely dodged the spear directed at her ribs as she shakily blocked the sword aiming for her neck. She quickly distanced herself from her attackers to catch her breath. The sounds of colliding swords and clanging armor echoed in the background as Evelyn and the three masked figures drew to a standstill. She braced herself for another barrage of attacks as she raised her sword in front of her.

The red figure threw a dagger at her head, prompting her to sidestep the projectile. The other two figures immediately resumed their attacks, and Evelyn retaliated. The following moments felt like a blur as she exchanged blows with her attackers, slashing and parrying. The exhaustion slowly caught up to her.

Though she managed to incapacitate the figure wearing red and the one wielding a spear, the figure with a sword knocked her off balance not long after, sending her sprawling on the ground while her sword fell beside her. Evelyn tried reaching for her weapon but was kicked on the side before she could do so. She let out a grunt of pain as she rolled onto her back, clutching her side as she blearily looked up at the figure holding their sword over her chest.

Evelyn clenched her eyes shut as she awaited the final blow.

Instead, she heard a scream of pain and felt a splash of something warm on her face, the smell of iron filling the air.

Her eyes snapped open as she was hauled up by her arm and stumbled as she tried to balance herself on her feet. She stared as the puddle of blood under her assailant's corpse grew. It was only then that Evelyn realized that the now cool liquid on her face was the attacker's blood. She quickly brought her sleeve up to her face to wipe off the slightly dried blood.

"You alright, Eve?"

Evelyn turned her head and was greeted by the sight of Cassandra holding her spear in her hand. If Evelyn thought she was drenched in blood, then Cassandra was practically soaked in it – though she was pretty sure none of the blood was hers. Cassandra was the skilled one between them, so she wasn't that concerned.

"I'm alright. Thanks for the save, by the way." Evelyn crouched down to retrieve her sword, lying in her assailant's blood. She grimaced as she lightly shook the blood off its blade before returning it to its sheath attached to her hip.

Cassandra scowled as she distanced herself from the corpses of their attackers, prompting Evelyn to follow her out of the alley.

"Tsk, we're training when we get back to the barracks. You clearly need more training if those low lives managed to disarm you. Let's head back."

Evelyn grimaced as she recalled how easily she went down during the ambush. Though her skills had improved drastically ever since she woke up in this era, she wasn't nearly strong enough to put up a good fight. Maybe she could enhance her strength by lifting heavier loads? The ones she typically used were heavy, but she wasn't struggling with them as much as she did when she started the routine. Sparring with Alexander more often might help increase her speed, given how fast he was.

Lost in her own thoughts, Evelyn failed to notice the concerned look Cassandra was giving her. Cassandra's concern only increased when Evelyn nearly walked into a nearby tree if it weren't for her redirecting Evelyn away from it.

The Cerise Knight only sighed as she tried to catch her friend's attention.

"Oi, Evelyn, snap out of it. If you come close to another tree, I'm not stopping you from walking into it this time."

Evelyn jolted as she was pulled away from her thoughts. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to look at her assigned partner. "Well then, do you have any suggestions that might help me improve my skills? This era isn't exactly one I'm used to, Cass. I'm usually assigned to deal with cybernetic revolts and palace intrigue, not medieval skirmishes."

"Running laps around the training area and going through your sword forms might make them less atrocious. We've been in this era for half a year, and I'm still repulsed by your forms."

Evelyn scowled as she slapped her friend's arm and scowled harder when her hand stung from the action.

"I'm 80% sure the higher-ups want me dead; this is the fifth time I've been sent to the wrong era. AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING - they couldn't have gotten me mixed up with another traveler because I'm pretty sure it was mentioned in my damn résumé that I only worked with futuristic periods and palace intrigue."

Cassandra's eyes furrowed as she gave what her friend said some thought. Her eyes widened when she remembered that their fellow travelers had similar complaints in the past, albeit less dramatic.

Evelyn could only yelp as she was suddenly grabbed by her shoulders and turned to face her friend. "I think I know what's wrong with you, Evelyn."

Evelyn frowned in confusion as she carefully removed Cassandra's hands from her shoulders as if she was wary of suddenly being attacked.

"...That's great, I guess? I already knew I was dropped as a baby, but okay-"

Cassandra rolled her eyes, and Evelyn barely suppressed an offended (fake) gasp. "That's not what I meant, you idiot. I'm trying to say that I think I know why you've been sent to eras not listed in your résumé."

Evelyn visibly perked up and smiled. "Well, why didn't you start with that, Cass?"

Cassandra wanted to facepalm but didn't because she was more sophisticated than that. "About 10 years ago, Xavier told me he was sent to the 18th century-"

Evelyn's jaw dropped. "Doesn't he usually deal with the 20th century and Elizabethan era, though?! He's one of the agency's best travelers; shouldn't the higher-ups have been more careful with his missions?"

A hand quickly plastered itself onto Evelyn's mouth, and her eye twitched in irritation.

"I was getting to that. Just let me finish talking, Eve." Cassandra lowered her hand from the other girl's mouth and continued her narration.

"Now, Xavier wasn't the only one who the higher-ups nearly screwed over; the same thing happened to Lilith a few months after-" Cassandra paused for dramatic effect.

"She was sent to The Three Kingdoms Period."

"Holy shit-" Evelyn wanted to find Lilith and give her a hug.

Lilith was well known in the agency for her ruthless work style and perfect record. Every mission assigned to her was completed with the best possible outcome; the only exceptions were the three missions she received in quick succession 10 years ago. If she was ruthless before those missions, her work-style was even more ominous nowadays.

Cassandra placed her hand on Evelyn's shoulder. "Those two were sent to missions where the chances of succeeding were close to zero, and it was because they weren't used to the settings they were in. They were both at their 20-year marks of service when they first got those types of missions, at least that's what they told me."

Evelyn frowned for a split-second before she gasped in realization. "Both of them had drastic improvements to their work ethic after that, didn't they? I reached my 20-year mark five months ago, and that's when I first got assigned to settings I wasn't used to..."

Evelyn started pacing as she tried to articulate her thoughts; Cassandra rubbed her temples as a headache started to form.

Evelyn didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Is this the agency's way of helping us expand our areas of expertise?! Cassy, I nearly died several times while on those missions, and I was with at least one or two travelers who specialized in those settings at that rate!" She paced faster as her thoughts continued rampaging in her head.

Cassandra wanted a drink; she was decidedly not drunk enough to deal with this. She groaned as she held her head in her hands. "That means I'll have to deal with something like that in six months..."

"I swear on my honor and dignity-"

"There's not much of that left, Eve..." Cassandra mumbled tiredly as she continued to massage her temples.

Evelyn ignored her friend's jab and continued, "-that if you end up in a setting, I'm stationed at in the future, I'll help you in anyway I can."

"Thanks, Eve..."

Evelyn stopped pacing and strode towards her friend, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders and lowering her to see her eye-to-eye. "For now, can you please help me while I'm here? The Medieval Ages and the 17th century were the periods listed in your résumé, weren't they?" A near manic look was on Evelyn's face as she spoke.

Cassandra let out a sigh as she shrugged off Evelyn's hands. "Aren't I already doing that? Come on, we need to get back to the barracks so I can help improve your pathetic fighting skills."

Evelyn spluttered in indignation as she tried to keep up with the other girl, who was by now pointedly ignoring her presence.

"Excuse me?! I am VERY adept at using polarized plasma rifles and barbed whips, mind you!"

Safe to say, it was a long journey back to the barracks.

#oc #orginal character #orginal story #transmigration #transmigrators #Traveler Series #doesn’t really have a solid plot lol #bunch of random ideas tbh #to whoever finds this #enjoy i guess #idk lol #oc evelyn cromwell #oc cassandra adler

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Part 1: Transmigration Gone Wrong

This wasn't supposed to happen. Evelyn barely dodged the spear directed at her ribs as she shakily blocked the sword aiming for her neck. She quickly distanced herself from her attackers to catch her breath. The sounds of colliding swords and clanging armor echoed in the background as Evelyn and the three masked figures drew to a standstill. She braced herself for another barrage of attacks as she raised her sword in front of her. The red figure threw a dagger at her head, prompting her to sidestep the projectile. The other two figures immediately resumed their attacks, and Evelyn retaliated. The following moments felt like a blur as she exchanged blows with her attackers, slashing and parrying. The exhaustion slowly caught up to her. Though she managed to incapacitate the figure wearing red and the one wielding a spear, the figure with a sword knocked her off balance not long after, sending her sprawling on the ground while her sword fell beside her. Evelyn tried reaching for her weapon but was kicked on the side before she could do so. She let out a grunt of pain as she rolled onto her back, clutching her side as she blearily looked up at the figure holding their sword over her chest. Evelyn clenched her eyes shut as she awaited the final blow. Instead, she heard a scream of pain and felt a splash of something warm on her face, the smell of iron filling the air. Her eyes snapped open as she was hauled up by her arm and stumbled as she tried to balance herself on her feet. She stared as the puddle of blood under her assailant's corpse grew. It was only then that Evelyn realized that the now cool liquid on her face was the attacker's blood. She quickly brought her sleeve up to her face to wipe off the slightly dried blood. "You alright, Eve?" Evelyn turned her head and was greeted by the sight of Cassandra holding her spear in her hand. If Evelyn thought she was drenched in blood, then Cassandra was practically soaked in it – though she was pretty sure none of the blood was hers. Cassandra was the skilled one between them, so she wasn't that concerned. "I'm alright. Thanks for the save, by the way." Evelyn crouched down to retrieve her sword, lying in her assailant's blood. She grimaced as she lightly shook the blood off its blade before returning it to its sheath attached to her hip. Cassandra scowled as she distanced herself from the corpses of their attackers, prompting Evelyn to follow her out of the alley. "Tsk, we're training when we get back to the barracks. You clearly need more training if those low lives managed to disarm you. Let's head back." Evelyn grimaced as she recalled how easily she went down during the ambush. Though her skills had improved drastically ever since she woke up in this era, she wasn't nearly strong enough to put up a good fight. Maybe she could enhance her strength by lifting heavier loads? The ones she typically used were heavy, but she wasn't struggling with them as much as she did when she started the routine. Sparring with Alexander more often might help increase her speed, given how fast he was. Lost in her own thoughts, Evelyn failed to notice the concerned look Cassandra was giving her. Cassandra's concern only increased when Evelyn nearly walked into a nearby tree if it weren't for her redirecting Evelyn away from it. The Cerise Knight only sighed as she tried to catch her friend's attention. "Oi, Evelyn, snap out of it. If you come close to another tree, I'm not stopping you from walking into it this time." Evelyn jolted as she was pulled away from her thoughts. Her eyes narrowed as she turned to look at her assigned partner. "Well then, do you have any suggestions that might help me improve my skills? This era isn't exactly one I'm used to, Cass. I'm usually assigned to deal with cybernetic revolts and palace intrigue, not medieval skirmishes." "Running laps around the training area and going through your sword forms might make them less atrocious. We've been in this era for half a year, and I'm still repulsed by your forms." Evelyn scowled as she slapped her friend's arm and scowled harder when her hand stung from the action. "I'm 80% sure the higher-ups want me dead; this is the fifth time I've been sent to the wrong era. AND BEFORE YOU SAY ANYTHING - they couldn't have gotten me mixed up with another traveler because I'm pretty sure it was mentioned in my damn résumé that I only worked with futuristic periods and palace intrigue." Cassandra's eyes furrowed as she gave what her friend said some thought. Her eyes widened when she remembered that their fellow travelers had similar complaints in the past, albeit less dramatic. Evelyn could only yelp as she was suddenly grabbed by her shoulders and turned to face her friend. "I think I know what's wrong with you, Evelyn." Evelyn frowned in confusion as she carefully removed Cassandra's hands from her shoulders as if she was wary of suddenly being attacked. "...That's great, I guess? I already knew I was dropped as a baby, but okay-" Cassandra rolled her eyes, and Evelyn barely suppressed an offended (fake) gasp. "That's not what I meant, you idiot. I'm trying to say that I think I know why you've been sent to eras not listed in your résumé." Evelyn visibly perked up and smiled. "Well, why didn't you start with that, Cass?" Cassandra wanted to facepalm but didn't because she was more sophisticated than that. "About 10 years ago, Xavier told me he was sent to the 18th century-" Evelyn's jaw dropped. "Doesn't he usually deal with the 20th century and Elizabethan era, though?! He's one of the agency's best travelers; shouldn't the higher-ups have been more careful with his missions?" A hand quickly plastered itself onto Evelyn's mouth, and her eye twitched in irritation. "I was getting to that. Just let me finish talking, Eve." Cassandra lowered her hand from the other girl's mouth and continued her narration. "Now, Xavier wasn't the only one who the higher-ups nearly screwed over; the same thing happened to Lilith a few months after-" Cassandra paused for dramatic effect. "She was sent to The Three Kingdoms Period." "Holy shit-" Evelyn wanted to find Lilith and give her a hug. Lilith was well known in the agency for her ruthless work style and perfect record. Every mission assigned to her was completed with the best possible outcome; the only exceptions were the three missions she received in quick succession 10 years ago. If she was ruthless before those missions, her work-style was even more ominous nowadays. Cassandra placed her hand on Evelyn's shoulder. "Those two were sent to missions where the chances of succeeding were close to zero, and it was because they weren't used to the settings they were in. They were both at their 20-year marks of service when they first got those types of missions, at least that's what they told me." Evelyn frowned for a split-second before she gasped in realization. "Both of them had drastic improvements to their work ethic after that, didn't they? I reached my 20-year mark five months ago, and that's when I first got assigned to settings I wasn't used to..." Evelyn started pacing as she tried to articulate her thoughts; Cassandra rubbed her temples as a headache started to form. Evelyn didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Is this the agency's way of helping us expand our areas of expertise?! Cassy, I nearly died several times while on those missions, and I was with at least one or two travelers who specialized in those settings at that rate!" She paced faster as her thoughts continued rampaging in her head. Cassandra wanted a drink; she was decidedly not drunk enough to deal with this. She groaned as she held her head in her hands. "That means I'll have to deal with something like that in six months..." "I swear on my honor and dignity-" "There's not much of that left, Eve..." Cassandra mumbled tiredly as she continued to massage her temples. Evelyn ignored her friend's jab and continued, "-that if you end up in a setting, I'm stationed at in the future, I'll help you in anyway I can." "Thanks, Eve..." Evelyn stopped pacing and strode towards her friend, quickly grabbing her by the shoulders and lowering her to see her eye-to-eye. "For now, can you please help me while I'm here? The Medieval Ages and the 17th century were the periods listed in your résumé, weren't they?" A near manic look was on Evelyn's face as she spoke. Cassandra let out a sigh as she shrugged off Evelyn's hands. "Aren't I already doing that? Come on, we need to get back to the barracks so I can help improve your pathetic fighting skills." Evelyn spluttered in indignation as she tried to keep up with the other girl, who was by now pointedly ignoring her presence. "Excuse me?! I am VERY adept at using polarized plasma rifles and barbed whips, mind you!" Safe to say, it was a long journey back to the barracks.

#oc #original character #original story #transmigration #transmigrators #Traveler Series #doesn't really have a solid plot lol #bunch of random ideas tbh #to whoever finds this #enjoy i guess???#lol #oc evelyn cromwell #oc cassandra adler

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