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A Life Worth Living (one-shot)

Synopsis: As sickness creeps closer in taking her life, Y/N has come to make her final amends. Though the Astarion she fell for no longer exists, even the cold clutch of absolute power can't match true love.

This is sort of an AU! because in truth, Ascended Astarion would not give a single shit if you've left him at this point, sorry :D I just had to get this out of my head

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x fem!Reader; Astarion x fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: talks of sickness (not specified), dying, death, swearing etc. Minimally edited :)

Word count: 5115

The day was much like any other in Baldur’s Gate – sunny without even a single wispy cloud in the sky, yet the Ancunin palace rose above all the rest like a beast in the night, drowning the houses in menacing shadows.

Matches, Y/N thought, to the person living inside.

Wrought iron gate surrounded the grounds, thorny rose vines looping through, while beautiful blooms opened towards the slowly moving star above.

This could’ve been her home, had she not said no. She shuddered to think what her life would’ve been like.

That had been almost five years ago. So much had changed during that time. It didn’t even feel like just half a decade had passed, it felt more like a century since Y/N had left Astarion. But she couldn’t stay with him. Not after he’d Ascended, completing the ritual he’d killed Cazador for, and became what he had always hated – a version of Cazador himself.

Her hand had barely touched the handle of the gates before it swung open on its own accord. Y/N shouldn’t be surprised by it, not with how much magic she’d seen and experienced during her travels, but still, such small things made their impact. Whether it was an invitation inside, or a trap only time would tell.

She didn’t have much of it, which is why she was there in the first place. Had that cursed sickness not been slowly taking over her body, eating away at it, cell by cell, Y/N would have dragged this final meeting with Astarion as far in the future as she could, but there were still friends she wanted to visit, places to see, no matter how limited her life had become.

With thinly veiled amazement, because she didn’t want to marvel at what surely was slave work, she walked down the gravel path towards the large double doors of the mansion, looking at the meticulously groomed gardens. Not even a single leaf was out of place. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. Where once she would’ve believed Astarion to be the one to care for these plants, now Y/N knew in her heart, he’d never stoop so low as to even get on one knee to prune a rose. Such a thing was below him nowadays. Let alone sleeping next to her on a bedroll.

When she stood face to face with the large carved oak doors, her heart picked up its rhythm. She couldn’t help it, as years of memories, of love won and lost, rushed through her mind. Slowly, she raised her hand to knock.

It took about half a minute for the doors to open, an unfamiliar face staring back at her.

A vampire spawn, eyes red and glowing, looking at her with a cocked head.

“Can I help you?” he asked, giving her an appraising glance.

Y/N let out a breath. “I’m here to see Astarion.”

“Master Ancunin is not taking any visitors. Not without a previous notice,” he said it almost with a sneer, but she just gave him a smile.

“Tell him an old friend has stopped by. From the times before.”

The vampire looked ready to scoff and throw the door closed in her face, but stopped as he was closing it, a recollection of something flashing across his features. Whether he recognised her as a hero of Baldur’s Gate, or maybe he recognised her from a story Astarion might’ve told didn’t matter, because whatever it was, hopefully would grant her this one meeting.

With that though, Y/N was left to wait outside, pretty much twiddling her thumbs. Astarion probably wouldn’t take it too kindly if she went and took a bloom, though it used to be something he did for her. He used to do so much for her…

About five minutes later, the same spawn appeared, opening the door and motioning for her to enter.

“Master Ancunin will be with you shortly.”

And once again, she was left awing at the hallway, this time completely alone. She guessed no one saw her as a threat, despite the fact she had felled many enemies, including the Absolute. But oh well. At least she didn’t have to awkwardly stand with a guard or something, trying to figure out what small talk to fill the silence with. This gave her a chance to have a look at her surroundings.

A grand staircase, looping up to both sides, stood in front of her, while the palace spiralled away to the right and left. The entrance itself was almost like a ballroom, and she was sure, Astarion had at least one, if not more. What would those look like? What would a ball itself in the Ancunin residence look like? Would there be dancing and singing? Would people be laughing?

She couldn’t imagine it. Not with how he had degraded her after Ascending, telling her to kneel, telling her he’d turn her into a spawn, not because he wanted to spend the rest of their eternities together, but because of the control he now wished to exert over her.

A vision of herself, a blood-red gown, her eyes matching the velvet he’d no doubt dress her in, flashed across her mind. And a beautiful pearl necklace cinched tightly, two large bite marks across the slant of the skin. A collar disguised as gems to tether her to him. One large gilded cage to keep her in.

“Well, well, well… if it isn’t my darling, crawling back home.”

Astarion stood at the top of the staircase landing, bringing Y/N out of her pondering.

He was a vision, as he always had been, but now, were vulnerability and love had shone in his eyes, only wry amusement and cruelty were left in their place.

His steps echoed across the empty house as he made his way down, not taking his gaze away from her. Y/N could imagine how she looked to him – covered in dirt and dust from weeks of traveling, eyes hollowed by dark circles and hair a complete mess, skin cracked around her lips, its colour dull. Compared to his meticulously coifed locks, the intricate frock and trousers, and even his gem-covered boots, she was a disaster.

Despite the pain in her heart, Y/N managed a smile. “You look good, Astarion.”

He scoffed, coming to stand before her. “Of course, I look good. I always did. You just didn’t appreciate it. Have you come back to beg? I do like a bit of grovelling. Though after what you did, there might be more you have to do than just plead for me to take you back.”

She chuckled, shaking her head and looped her arm through his elbow, undoubtedly surprising him, as she took charge and led them to the left, no idea where the hallway was going to bring her to, otherwise she might start crying. “Tell me everything Astarion. I want to know how you’ve faired these past five years.”

Her nonchalance, her whole attitude had completely stunned him, something Y/N didn’t think she was capable of, but maybe it was good. Without having knocked him off balance a bit, he might’ve just turned her away, but she needed this conversation. This closure before the sickness took her.

Together they walked inside what turned out to be a dining room. Did he even need one? He didn’t eat human food, even though he was Ascended now, and could enjoy the tastes.

“I have to say,” he started, “I did not expect to see you again.”

Y/N sighed, looking at the paintings hung along the walls, at the gleaming chandeliers above. “Believe me, I did not expect to come either.”

“Then why are you here? If not to apologise for what you did, why bother wasting my time?”

The words stung, but she wasn’t going to tell him the real reason. It wouldn’t matter to him anyway. He told her he wished she died screaming, and though that might still be a possibility, it was more likely she would simply go to sleep one night and never wake up. “Because, although I do not believe I have anything to apologise for, I did wish to make amends. Life for us mortals, is so short… and the thought of living the rest of mine, without at least having tried, seemed… wrong.”

Astarion scoffed, but she could feel him tightening his elbow, as if he didn’t want her hand to slip from the crook it rested in. “I will not apologise for my decisions.”

“I am not asking you to,” Y/N said. “I simply wish for us to become friends once more. If only for the sake of sentimentality.”

“Sentiment,” Astarion sneered. “But what else can I expect from such a creature as a human.”

Y/N let out an amused huff, pressing down the real impact it left on her heart. He knew right where to cut, because when they’d been together during the tadpole adventure, she’d laid her soul bare to him. Told him all about her fears and hopes, how much of a hopeless romantic she was, so now, to tell her it was foolish to try and rekindle if only a friendship, was stupid… but she hadn’t expected more from this version of Astarion.

He’d already given much more time than she’d expected. Half of her had thought when the spawn would tell him who was at the door, he would take the chance and fulfil his words by killing her himself.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely. It’s what she’d told him when she’d tried to talk him out of the ritual. How he would be condemning seven thousand other lives. But he hadn’t cared. Astarion had believed he deserved the power, deserved to complete what Cazador couldn’t. Y/N couldn’t stand by and watch, nor would her conscience allow her to be by his side.

And so she’d left. Because there was nothing left of the man she’d fallen in love with. For these five years after, she’d avoided Baldur’s Gate, hearing from whispers and gossip how he’d risen in the ranks of politics and society, how brutal he could be to his servants and those who stood in his way, almost reminding her of when he’d talked about his Magistrate days, only amped to a hundred. A new, sickening Cazador at the helm.

“But how have you been, darling?” Astarion almost sounded bored as they moved into what passed for a living room in this palace, Y/N assumed. “What shenanigans have you caused?”

And so she told him. As a servant spawn brought a tea-set laying out two cups, though Astarion didn’t even pick his up, Y/N recounted how she’d gone all across the Sword Coast, had travelled over the seas and seen knew lands. How she’d done the things he’d promised they would do together.

“Sounds rather… dull,” he commented, lounging on the seat. “But I suppose to such simple minds and hearts as yours, it’s all very exciting and enthralling.”

She wanted to snap at him, remind how half of the ideas she’d completed, had been his, but instead, Y/N just took a deep breath. “Have you finally gotten everything you wanted, Astarion?” she asked instead. “Are you finally happy?”

That had been the true question plaguing her mind these past years.

He turned to look at her, eyes blazing. “I have power, status, people bow to my every whim. What more could I possibly want?”

“Then I’m happy for you,” she said, setting down her half-drunk tea. “Even if it means nothing to you anymore, I am happy you’ve finally gotten what you wished.”

An awkward silence settled between the two, and Y/N took it as her cue to wrap things up. “I best take my leave.”

“And where will you possibly go?” he sneered, but stood up alongside her, making their way back to the grand oak doors.

“Karlach and I are meeting up at a local tavern. And then we’re all going to the get together at Wyll’s. You would know that, had you come to the party Wither’s invited us all to.”

“And waste my time?” he scoffed. “No thanks. This conversation has done enough of that.”

By now they were at the doors, and Y/N turned around, taking in her final fill of the vampire. No doubt this would be the last time she ever saw him. “I hope you have a good life, Astarion. You deserve it. Despite how things went down between us, I do wish all the best for you.”

Slowly, she leaned up and pressed a kiss against his cheek. It was cold, but not as cold as she had been used to. No doubt he used every opportunity to lazy out in the sun, or feed on someone.

Just as she was about to exit, he grabbed her by the wrist, his hold tight and not something she’d be able to break out of.

Astarion’s scarlet eyes narrowed in on her, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N’s heart spiked. Was he really still that hurt, he would finally cash in on that revenge? She knew she would never be able to hurt him. No matter what, that romantic heart of hers would betray her.

He snapped her to his chest, her breath hitching in her lungs, as he leaned down by her neck and inhaled. Her frame was ramrod straight, not daring to move a muscle. When he finally moved back, anger and something else raged in his eyes. Was it… fear?

“Now, my dear, tell me the real reason you came here.”

“I -,”

“And don’t lie,” he hissed. “Because I can smell it on you. In your blood.”

“Smell what?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Death.” And Y/N had to be hallucinating, because she was sure she heard his voice crack. “Sickness and death runs through your veins. It’s – it’s like acid.”

“What’s it matter, Astarion? What would any of it change?”

“It would chan-,” but he stopped himself.

Y/N leaned a bit closer, her Y/E/C eyes narrowed, trying to decipher what she was seeing on that stony face, but pulled back, shaking her head. “Maybe you will finally get your wish and I will die screaming.”

By the look on his face, she understood Astarion did not appreciate the comment. “You dare enter my home, under the pretences of lies and deceit,” but his vile words didn’t match what she could see brewing underneath – despair. If only she was still naïve enough to believe he felt anything else but contempt for her. “I deserve to know the truth.”

“But you do know it.” Y/N shrugged. “So I’m going to ask you once again – what does the knowledge that I am dying, change? I would still die someday. Whether it is in a week or in half a century, I would still die. What’s it matter?”

“Had you not been stupid, and accepted my offer of becoming a spawn, you wouldn’t be in this mess,” Astarion spit, but didn’t release his grip.

“I did not come here to ask you to change me.” She placed her hand against where his heart should be beating, yet everything was still under her fingers. “I am not afraid of death. I am not happy its coming for me so quickly, but I would rather have my life end now, than live as a spawn.”

Hurt crossed his face. “Would living with me really be so repulsive to you?”

“Living as your slave would.” Y/N lifted her chin. “We would not be equals. You would never see me as the person I am, but rather as a thing to own. And I, for one, thought you would be the first person to understand why I would never choose such an option.”

This was not how she wanted them to part, but it seemed like it would once again leave them as enemies.

She pulled away from Astarion, and this time he let her.

“I hope one day you do understand my choices. Because as much as I disagree with yours, I have always accepted and understood them. Live Astarion, if only for yourself.”

Sunlight greeted her, as she opened the door, but she didn’t manage to put a single foot outside, when the vampire grabbed her by the nape of the neck, pulling her back in and slamming the door shut.

“I am sorry my dear, but that simply won’t do.”

Fear didn’t even get a chance to rush through her veins when everything went black.

It was a while before Y/N finally came to, but when she did, she was laid on a plush bed, body covered in a duvet, head resting against the softest pillow in the universe, and the sky outside was the violet of the setting day.

Horror struck her as her memories came to her – of Astarion pressing his palm against her nose and mouth, preventing her from breathing. Of how unconsciousness took over, while his red eyes glared at her fading form. But worse – the conversation they’d had right before that, about refusing to become a spawn.

Did he really hate her that much, he’d turn her against her will?

But instead of Astarion sitting in the room she found…

“Gale?” Y/N’s brow furrowed as she raised herself to her forearms on the mattress. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, you’re awake.” The wizard stood with a smile, walking to sit beside her. “How are you feeling?” He pressed a palm against her forehead, checking the temperature, and hummed when he deemed it to be normal.

“Fine,” she mumbled. “But again – what are you doing here?”

“Astarion called.”

“Astarion?” Y/N was befuddled. She would’ve assumed Gale would be the last person ever he would contact, well, last except for her. Especially if he’d turned her into a spawn. No doubt would their friends come to battle if they heard such a thing. And yet Gale seemed perfectly content in the vampire’s castle.

“He sent such a panicked message, I portaled here as quickly as the Weave would allow and-,”

Gale was stopped mid-sentence as the door clicked open.

But the man standing in the doorway wasn’t the Astarion she’d known before, the man she had fallen head over heels in love with, or even the Ascended Astarion she’d spoken to that day. No. This Astarion had eyes as bright green as freshly grown grass, cheeks red and full of life and the blunt incisors of a human, hope and shame shining in his irises.

She whipped her head to Gale. “What in the name of all the Hells did you two do?”

“We saved your life,” the now ex-vampire entered the room, his movements slow as if Y/N was a deer he would startle if he did anything quicker than the pace of a snail. “And I paid the price for it.”

She swallowed hard. “And what exactly was the price?”

“My immortality.”

Now, Y/N assumed she’d been cured as she was inclined to believe not only because of Astarion’s transformation, but because Gale so meticulously was counting her breaths and heartbeat, but that confession almost did take her out, the shock of it all.

She threw a wary glance at the wizard. “So – so I’m not a spawn?”

“No,” Astarion shook his head. “But I don’t blame you for believing I would do such a… vile thing.”

Heavy silence settled in the room when she finally turned to look at him. “But I thought you had everything you ever wanted.”

“I did so too,” he nodded. “But when I smelled it, that – that sickness in your blood… I guess it is true what they say – love is the most powerful magic of all. Because the thought of you dying – it did something to my head… my heart. I could not let that happen.”

Y/N surveyed him, the new person standing before her. “You gave up everything for me. All the power… everything…”

“I won’t lie – I almost gave into the temptation, I almost did bite you. But these past five years were… miserable. And the thought of living the rest of eternity with the knowledge you hated me before you died… it wasn’t something I could do. Even with all the power in the world, the one weakness I have never been able to rid myself of is you.”

Neither noticed Gale clear his throat and motion towards the door, and neither noticed how it shut behind the wizard, leaving them on their own.

She watched as Astarion crossed the room, and sat himself down at the very foot of the bed, eyes locked onto the fingers in his lap. He was still as graceful as ever, but no longer was there this predatory supernatural sense to it. Now he was more a ballet dancer, than a stalking panther.

“So what happens now?”

“Now,” he sighed. “Now I don’t know. I didn’t really think further than Gale performing the ritual and hoping it would be enough.”

“Am I… immortal now?”

“No,” Astarion shook his head, and his smile was so warm, it almost knocked her back down to the bed. “You’re as human, as human can be. Only healthy now. Hopefully with many a decade before you yet to be lived.”

“And you?” she had to address the elephant in the room. “What exactly are you now?”

“I,” he sighed and looked at the wall. No, not the wall, but a large mirror, his eyes boring into the ones of his reflection. “I am what I was before Cazador. As common as a high elf can be.”

“I just don’t understand,” Y/N said. “I don’t get why you would do such a thing. Seven thousand spawn died for you to gain all that power, for you to prove you could complete what Cazador couldn’t. How could you just throw it all away?”

Astarion sighed, standing up and moving to the other side of the room where a large open door stood, leading out to a balcony. He leaned against the railing, and Y/N finally got out of the bed.

She could feel the strength having returned to her muscles. No longer did they ache, no longer did her bones scream, no longer did she feel tired and weak. A new zeal of life had filled her, and she couldn’t get why Astarion had given it all up for her to – what? Live maybe just a couple of more decades?

Together they leaned on the marble railing, overlooking the lush gardens, the flowers now a duller colour, but still as beautiful in moonlight, as they were in the sun.

“For five years I imagined what I would do if you showed up on my doorstep,” Astarion started. “There were times I imagined taking you and putting you in chains, dragging you to a dungeon and inflicting unspeakable pain, because that’s how it felt when you left. I wanted to do nothing but hurt you. And then I imagined how you would have come to your senses, how you would come and beg me to turn you into a spawn, finally realising your place was always beside me.”

He looked at her. “But then you did turn up. And all I could do was barely hold it together and not kiss you then and there. When you said you were dying, but that it would be a better life than with me, something… something cracked. Whether it was my sense coming back to me, the part of my brain that made good decisions being released from a prison of power, I don’t know.” Astarion chuckled. “But the only thing running through my head was – the one person that has always loved you selflessly, is dying. And you’re a pathetic coward that can’t do anything to stop it.”

“When Gale told me there was a way to heal you, but it would cost me, somehow I didn’t even pause to think. I just told him to do it. If the price for you being able to live a fulfilled life was having my power, my immortality stripped away, he could’ve for all I cared, spilled all my blood and let me bleed dry. As long as it meant you were here – living and breathing.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s what you would’ve done. And I couldn’t be bested by a dying woman. Would turn you into a full martyr, and I couldn’t have someone outshining me like that.”

Y/N wiped at her eyes and cleared her throat, letting out a choked back laugh. “What was the ritual?”

“Apparently Gale had been looking at certain transfers of power for a while.” Astarion shrugged. “When I contacted him, I didn’t even have anything specific in mind, I just knew he would probably be the best at figuring out what, if anything, could be done. Of course, had the answer been negative, it would not have ended well for our dear wizard, but you understand my point.”

“Well, I am glad Gale is still in one piece.” Y/N looked at him as she slowly covered his palm with hers. Astarion’s breath hitched, when she intertwined their fingers. “And I am grateful to the both of you for what you did. But I will forever be in debted to you.”

“No,” Astarion shook his head, tightening his hold, as if terrified she’d slip away like sand. “There is no debt to be repaid. Actually, I think I should be the one thanking you. For showing up. For even thinking I was worth enough to say goodbye to, but I have to ask… Were you ever going to tell? Had I not smelled it on you, would you have ever told anyone? Because when I told Gale, he was so stunned, I almost thought he would join you and pass out.”

“No,” Y/N shook her head. “By the time I decided I had to see you at least once more before I… well, you know… I’d already met all of our friends individually. I had thought of asking Shadowheart if there was a spell maybe, but ultimately, no.”

“Why would you keep something like that to yourself?”

“I didn’t feel like burdening the others.” She shrugged her shoulders. “We’ve all gone through so much darkness, have so much else to worry about, I didn’t want to add more to that.”

“Surely you know those idiots would ride blindfolded into battle for you.”

“I do. But it’s not like I would want that. Besides… if those were to be my last days, I wanted them to be filled with joy and fun things. Not with Halsin worrying if such excitement was healthy for me, or Lae’Zel scolding me for certain decisions. And let’s not even mention Karlach who’d cross the world searching for a cure that might not even exist.”

“And you left me for last…”

Y/N bit down hard on her lip. “Because it took everything in me to get over the hurt. Get over what you did and said. Because I was terrified you would slam the door in my face if I showed up.”

A tear rolled down his own cheek, as he bit the inside of it. “A fair assumption. And maybe if you’d come earlier, I would have. But… deep down I knew, I would have done everything to try and make you stay. Even through the haze of that power… my heart has always been yours. And still is. If you will have it.”

The words coming out of her mouth hurt, but they had to be said, despite how ardently she wished to say yes and return to how things were. But she knew she couldn’t neither of them could. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Astarion.” She could see him visibly shrink down, tears now unabated as they flowed like rivers from his eye. He wanted to pull away, but she didn’t let him, holding onto his hand tighter, running a soothing thumb over his hand, so warm and alive under her touch, it made her sigh.

“You’ve just regained yourself.” Y/N tried to give what was an endearing smile, but was probably more a grimace. “You’ve just become an elf again… there is so much you need to grasp and realise… I don’t think a relationship is what would be good right now.”

Two green eyes met her Y/E/C ones. Gods, the colour was so gorgeous, she felt like drowning in his gaze. “The only thing I was ever sure of in my life was you. Even as an Ascended bastard. And then I blew it. Absolutely smashed my chance to pieces like an idiot, but… if you’ll allow it. I would like another try. If only at being someone worthy to stand by your side.”

Y/N felt her lips quirk up. “Would it be overtly presumptuous of me to think, that by the end of it, you would wish to be more than friends?”

“If I am only allowed to be your friends, I will fall to my knees before you and beg for the chance. But no longer will I lie and say my true intentions aren’t to hopefully, one day, get on one knee, and wish for a shared life.”

She had not seen such a version of Astarion, so candid and vulnerable, since leaving him. And for him to be so open, made some resolve in her melt a bit. “We can try. Slowly.”

It was like a boulder had rolled off Astarion’s chest, his whole body visibly shuddering in relief, before he tentatively, as if waiting for her rejection, weaved a hand around her waist.

She rested her head against his shoulder, revelling in the feeling of him pressing his cheek to the top of it. And when he tilted her chin up, a hopeful gaze in his eyes as it slipped to her lips, she didn’t stop him when he pressed his mouth to hers.

It was like surfacing for a breath after years of being pulled down in an abyss, something Y/N never thought she’d be able to do again. And that kiss – it was filled with so much love, she didn’t need oxygen to breathe.

There was still a world of hurt between then, a universe of making up to be done, but they had time. They had all the time they wanted or could need.

“To a new start, my love.” She muttered against his lips, and the smile Astarion gave her was more brilliant than the moon and stars shining in the sky combined.

“And to a life worth living.”

The next kiss they shared sure as hells was.

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By His Command 1

Summary: you arrive at your new household to serve. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, possible pregnancy and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: you're screaming at me, why are you starting another AU and I got my fingers in my ears like na nana boo noo.

Oh and there may be more commanders to come...

Anyway, thoughts and prayers welcome for my lost soul. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

You watch the cloud of your breath in the cold air. The grey sky stretches endlessly on, as flat as anything else in this pallid world. A white blur trims the edge of your vision, that every present brim, a facsimile of a halo. You are not a fallen angel but a disgraced sinner, sentenced to penance, fated to serve another's salvation.

You clasp your hands together, red gloves chafing roughly, wool scratching your raw skin. You look down at the scarlet ripples, the endless crimson that marks you for exactly what you are. You pull at a stray thread and let it fall away.

You raise your head and stare at the opaque screen that separates you from the man in black. The guardian drives on across the fields paled by an early frost, dried grasses wilted beneath the premature winter. You take another frigid breath and lean forward, hovering your hand before the small vent in the door. Nothing.

You sit back. You know better than to complain. There is no one for you to complain to. No one who cares. You are not a person with feelings and thoughts. You are a vessel, to be filled and emptied over and over. You repress a shudder and keep your welling eyes aimed out the tinted window.

You dip your head and hide beneath the broad brim of your white bonnet. You clutch your hands tight and wade through the mounting panic in your chest. The women who left the centre didn't often come back, and when they did, it was never pleasant. Still, you would give anything to go back. There you know what the worst and the best is.

You don't know much of what awaits you, only that it floods you with dread. A commander and his wife, but what else? Will he be cruel? Will she hate you? Will you be able to do what you were trained to?

You part your hands and bring them up your arms, hugging yourself. You can't remember the last time anyone held you. The last time anyone dared touch you. Even when you laid screaming before the other handmaids, hands bloody, back welted, no one dared come near you, no one thought to comfort you.

The SUV turns and you force your eyelids apart. You sniffle and wipe your nose with the coarse wool glove. There is a low stone fence that trails the long winding road towards a tall gate. The tires slow as your heart piques and you choke on terror.

At a halt, you hear the man's voice in the front seat, through the barrier that divides you. For order, for chasteness, for your debasement. You are not worthy. You are emblazoned as a blasphemer.

The car rolls on, jerking you back against the seat. A slow draw that brings into view shedding hedges, stone benches, a fountain, a lawn that expands before you. You watch the birds flutter, marveling at their peace, and a leaf drifts down in a calm path to the ground. A serenity that so starkly counterbalances the chaos blooming in your chest.

You veer around the curved arm of the driveway and once more stop. The engine rolls over and quiets. The front door opens and you flinch. Steps tramp and come around, a shadow awaiting you on the otherside as the locks slide back.

The guardian opens the door and you grab the red valise on your feet. You turn your legs over the side of the seat and step out, heels clacking off the hard stone. The man steps back, gripping the strap of his gun.

"Go," he nods his chin in the direction of the house.

You look over at the grand facades, stone and mortar in a centurion style, rooves high and looming, a balcony with a naked trellis below. You gulp and march forward, grasping the round handle of your bag with both hands. The man trails you, keeping you on course as his steps echo your own.

You get to the first step and raise your foot, setting in on the stope edge. The front door opens and steals your attention from the hem of your skirt. You look up as a Martha emerges in her green smock and apron. Her faces is blotchy and her grimace is deepset.

"Come, OfLloyd," she beckons you with a curt wave, "we must prepare for the Commander's return."

#lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #the gray man #by his command #handmaid au #au #series #drabble

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salternateunreality2 · 3 months

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Claudia has a pet dragon AU

cute ideas that @strayheartless and I chatted about <3

Claudia probably had a pet dragon at some point that still visits and bothers her for snacks

Dragon: *tail wagging, dancing around, breathing fire* Claudia: *shoves its nose away* go on, git, I ain't got nothin more for ya, you ate all my wolf liver!

Dragon: *rolls on its back asking for belly rubs*

Claudia: ugh, fine. *Delivers belly rubs* Go on, ya daft dragon, I'm taking Cloud to school!

The villagers: ...

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Claudia and her dragon had their babies around the same time, and babysat for each other.

Claudia and Dragon Mama exchange snacks occasionally; Claudia brings special parts of her kills that she and Cloud shouldn't eat, and Dragon Mama sometimes drops off whole carcasses.

Dragon: this deer ain't worth my time, but I killed it and Claudia might give me wolf liver if I drop by!

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Mama Dragon is named Asil, and Baby Dragon is named Knarf. Because backwards, that's Lisa Frank, and they look like Lisa Frank characters. And they're scratch-n-sniff.

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AGSZC visit Nibelheim and AGSZ are panicked when Cloud hears a dragon in the distance and runs off to confront it...only to discover Cloud GIGGLING and play-fighting it. They are more concerned about the giggling, as they've never heard it before.

They expected the Steve Irwin vibes from Zack, who has a pet sahagin in Gongaga, but Cloud was a surprise (he shouldn't have been, he's feral AF).

AGSZC: *walking to Nibelheim*

Dragon: ROAR

Angeal: We'd better steer clear, right Cloud? Cloud?! CLOUD!!!

Zack: Where did he even go?! That was so fast!

Sephiroth: Towards the dragon.

Genesis: Of fucking course.

AGSZ: *runs up just in time to see cloud, unarmed, jump on a dragon*

Cloud: KNARF YOU FUCKER I GOT YOU FIRST WAIT NO NOT THE FACE NOT THE FACE HAHAHAHAHAHAHA GET OFF

The dragons immediately like Zack because all animals immediately like Zack.

Angeal wins them over through snacks.

And they're obsessed with Genesis' sword and materia, and Sephiroth's hair.

They keep Sitting On Sephiroth and grooming his hair or staring at it, and they keep trying to steal Gen's stuff. You wouldn't think a puppy-lizard-cat is very sneaky when it's the size of a house, but clearly you would be wrong

Sephiroth: Please, Miss, I don't know how dragon saliva affects hair, and I can't afford for it to go spiky like Cloud's.

Asil: *still sitting on him and licking*

(turns out it's really really good for hair and makes it thick, shiny, and healthy...after you wash out the top layer of slime)

Knarf and Asil leave Genesis gifts when they steal from him. Sometimes it's worthless crap like a leaf or a rodent carcass; sometimes it's sparkling gems, rare materia, or their own scales, which are hard to come by. There is no pattern.

Genesis tries to bargain with them, bringing an assortment of Wall Market jewelry.

Genesis: Shall we trade? What will you give me for this diamond necklace?

Knarf: *holds up a leaf*

Genesis: How about this fake ruby bracelet?

Knarf: *5 rare materia*

Genesis: Ok, then you must give me something great for this fake ruby necklace, which only differs from the bracelet in that it is longer...

Knarf: *dead skunk plops on Genesis' head*

Talking about their childhoods:

Sephiroth: My sperm donor would order me to kill kittens.

Genesis: My parents didn't care, but my nanny would hit me with a ruler.

Zack: I'd be sent out into the backwoods to work off my energy and made friends with monsters!

Cloud: I'd go to air jail, where Asil would pick me up by my shirt and dangle me in the air.

Angeal: MY MOTHER SENT ME TO TIME OUT WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR CHILDHOODS

Air jail:

I'd like to think that Sephy starts to have his breakdown, Claudia hears about it and the mysterious head in the reactor, and then sends the boys to help Seph while she and Asil take care of Jenova.

Asil both sits on Jenova and incinerates her, while Claudia shoots Jenova with her biggest shotgun.

#ff7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #claudia strife

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candied-boys · 1 year

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🍯 Honey Cakes 🍯

Luke Randolph x fem! Reader

Tags: merpeople au, lazy! Luke, happy! Luke, possessive! Luke, romance, picnics, cottagecore, eventual smut, happy ending

1500 words

The sound of a babbling brook singing against the rocks, the bounce of tender moss beneath your shoes, the weight of a basket full of goodies in hand — each warming your heart like the gentle spring sun above.

Today is the perfect day for a picnic...

After all it is your only day off, which is why you're making your way through the royal forest towards the hidden lake. With the castle spires just barely visible over the lush green canopy you aren't particularly worried about getting caught trespassing.

Especially not when you discover the perfect spot on the farthest side of the water — a little alcove at the foot of the mountain’s steep rock face, shaded by evergreens and warmed by black granite. Far enough from the waterfall to stay dry but close enough to enjoy the view, you spread out your tattered and patched sheet near the edge and plop down.

Watching the clouds slip past has been one of your favourite pasttimes since childhood. After kneading the dough from the wee hours of the morning, popping loaves in and out of the wood fired oven, and preparing for the next day until the bread sells out, giving your feet a rest and enjoying the calm of nature is the perfect change of pace.

As the sun peaks in the sky you begin to grow hungry, so you rummage through the overflowing basket and pull out the food you packed — leftovers from last night's dinner, fresh bread to pair with homemade jam from last autumn's harvest, and the little round cakes Mrs. Baker gave you last night when they didn't sell.

The Bakers are the very sweet old couple you work for. They run one of the local bakeries out of the first floor of their house where you live in the cozy little attic. Since you have no family of your own and since their children have long since grown up and moved away, they spoil you like a grandchild when they can. This usually means that when the bread and pastries don't sell out before the end of the day you get to keep the leftovers.

By the time you finish last night's stew, a few chickadees have stopped by to steal the crumbs off your sheet as have a raft of ducks — no doubt hoping to plump up for the ducklings that will soon be born. Tossing the crust of your bread piece by piece out onto the water you watch them fuss over who gets first dibs. It's so much fun that you don't even spare your precious dessert, taking one bite for yourself and one chunk for the ducks.

The cake is heavier than the bread was though and it quickly sinks beneath the surface when you don't throw it close enough for the birds to snatch up immediately. This is even more entertaining, however, because the ducks dive for the bits of cake and show you their adorable tails.

Lost in the wake of the birds frolicking, you don't notice the subtle disturbance of the water nearing the rock ledge next to where you sit until a dark-red mop of hair pops out at your feet and says, “Oh, so it is you that threw that sweet stuff in the water.”

Too dumbfounded to shriek, you just stare at the man who crosses his arms on the ledge and looks straight at you.

Quickly regaining your senses you scold him, “Are you crazy?! What are you doing? You're going to catch hypothermia!! Get out of the water!!”

“It’s already the end of March. It’s not that cold no more,” he counters and lays his chin atop his forearms.

You're pretty sure the lake only just began to thaw this month, but he doesn't show any signs of chill — no shivers, no blue lips, no disorientation.

As you look him over you can't help but comment, “You… uh… have weeds in your hair…”

“Oh — just part of livin’ in the lake. So do y' have any more of whatever y're feedin’ the birds?” he drawls up at you while tugging the verdant leafs from his messy rust coloured locks.

“Yeah, I have more if you like,” you answer automatically and turn to fetch another cake from the tin behind you, but before your hand reaches the container you find yourself squealing.

“Wait!! Living in the lake?! What are you talking about?!!!”

“Oh, d'y think I'm human or somethin’?” he laughs and pulls himself up to sit next to you.

Taken aback by the sheer beauty of his emerald tail, it hits you too late that you might be in danger. The moment you try to scuttle away he catches you by the wrist and pins you beneath him.

Yet his gaze isn't threatening. His jade eyes aren't even on you.

Stretching over your head he snatches the tin full of dessert before sitting upright and prying open the lid as if he didn't just push you over and leave you lying on the ground.

For a second the idea of leaving everything behind and making a run for it crosses your mind. However, despite visibly being at least twice your weight and pure muscle, he looks fairly harmless when he smiles like that.

“Sho gwood. Wha ish dish shtuff?”

“They're honey cakes…” you reply cautiously as you pull yourself up and rearrange your skirt.

“Oh, I've heard of honey from the birds. The bees make it in some kinna nest, eh?”

Leaving aside whatever he is for the time being — if he's not a dream or hallucination — you tell him plainly, “Uh yeah… The honey we eat doesn't come from wild nests, but that's originally where you'd find it…”

He hums with curiosity, pale green eyes round and holding yours, urging an explanation.

“We make homes for the bees so that we can collect the wax from the hives. Then, we crack it open to get the—”

Frightening you enough to make you jump, he suddenly yelps.

You look around frantically for the source of his panic but discover the cause just as quickly when he turns the empty tin upside down and shakes it violently.

“I ate ‘em all already…?” he murmurs thoroughly dejected.

You'd think he was a six year old boy from his pout.

“I'm sorry. I don't have any more…’’

“Really? I can still smell honey though?” he mumbles looking all around.

Following his gaze to the basket on the corner of the sheet, you begin rummaging through the basket until you find the little pot of honey you packed with the jam.

“Is this what you smell?” you ask and offer the tiny jar to him.

He takes it with a broad grin, his touch far gentler than you expected it would be for the eager look in his eyes. You watch him, just as amused as you were watching the birds clamour for your crust earlier, draw out the miniature honey dipper and stick it in his mouth like a lollipop.

The way his eyes close and his shoulders relax is so charming that you almost forget he has a fish tail until you catch sight of it splashing in the water the way a happy child kicks their feet.

“So… uh… Are you real? I thought… merpeople were just a myth…”

He doesn't answer right away, his mouth full of sweet syrup, and the moment gives you pause to realize what you said is both very rude and quite pointless.

“Ah, What I mean is… why aren't you hiding from me?”

He shrugs, answering as he dips the wooden stick back in the honey, “Why'd I be ‘fraid of a lil' thin' like y'?”

Fumbling through your thoughts you eventually mumble, “I could tell others about you…"

He chuckles heartily and quips, “Y' really think they'll believe y'? They'd probably think y' just spent too much time under the sun or ate some poisonous weeds.”

He's not wrong.

“Why hide at all then?”

“‘Cause we dunna really like humans. They always end up tryin’ to turn us into slaves to do their biddin’. Y're all so obsessed with money.”

Reflecting, you're forced to admit that humans will attempt to make use of anything remotely intelligent for their own benefit, and quickly shake away the thoughts before they turn any darker.

“How do you speak the local language then if you never talk with humans?”

Finishing off the last of the honey he answers easily, “I dunna. Y' just think I do.”

“What?! Wait… Is that what you meant when you said you'd heard of honey from the birds?”

“Yup.”

He passes the empty pot back to you and slips gracefully into the water once more.

“Will y' bring more honey cakes again?” he asks with a yawn.

“If I come without the cakes, will you even talk to me?” you query honestly while thumbing the empty jar.

A cheeky grin is your only answer before he dives beneath the glittering, clear water.

Part two...

#ikemen luke #luke randolph #mermay 2023 #ikemen prince #ikepri fanfiction #ikepri #ikemen prince luke randolph #ikemen prince luke #ikepri luke

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dommi-griffi · 7 months

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I’m kind of establishing a fan fiction outline for Ff7.

I know none of y’all asked for it but it’s an Anastasia au.

☁️Synopsis☁️

Cloud has only known what is left of himself, and the frigid bite of dank air beneath the plate in Midgar. Having been dropped off at the Leaf House in the sector 5 slums when he was merely 8, he does everything he can to stay out of trouble and keep his head down. He waits for the Orphanage to release him to pursue the SOLDIER program. Or, rather, to enlist in the low ranks and work his ass off to earn that title, eventually.

The thing is, no one bothers to tell him how, where, or when to start his dream. They all just expect this boy with no memory of his past to step into the unknown. No matter how comfortable he was with knowing little to nothing, it was utterly terrifying. Luckily, though, or rather annoyingly, he meets Jessie. A spitfire with more energy than a Thundaja materia. And, fortunately, Tifa. Who knows exactly how to quell Jessie’s fire enough to offer their help in his dream. With nothing to lose, he joins the two on their journey back to the old kingdom of Nibelheim, where the city is slowly rebuilding itself after the throes of a battle twelve years prior that left the kingdom and royal line in shambles.

Right before setting off, he meets the rest of the team, which he finds out is known as Avalanche. And apparently they’re constantly on the look for the lost prince, who they hope will restore Nibelheim’s once highly sought after rolling hills and vast, fertile lands. All orphans from the battle, trying to rebuild their lives. Hoping for some kind of savior Cloud is sure isn’t him.

Meanwhile, a certain King’s Shield in training has been assigned to infiltrate Avalanche’s ranks, also in search of the missing piece to his homeland. And Zack will stop at nothing to obtain the pride, and prince he once lost that fateful night twelve years ago.

Unfortunately, the team and kingdom’s military only has a year before the lost crown prince turns 21, and they are left politically vulnerable as Queen Consort Claudia is forced to step down. Which would leave the throne wide open for the King of the small southern kingdom Wall Market, Don Corneo to pick at the corpse of the once beautiful land.

Follow Cloud as he finds himself, who he has been searching for for twelve long cold years. Hoping to find his home, family, answers, and maybe even his heart.

I really just wanted to write him with his full found family and beefy ALIVE bf.

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bettathanyou · 5 months

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A Sky Without It's Moon

Fic by Bettathanyou

Hey y'all, this is a fic I wrote for @fantadym and their self insert OC, Elisa, with Don Cedric (what she calls her au version of Cedric!!) Please give them as much love as you give me, this fic wouldn't exist without such lovely characters if a talented writer/artist such as fanta didn't exist!!!

Cedric walks in to the quaint home with a groan of relief, the weight of today's work finally lifting off of his tense shoulders. They sag, finally down to their normal level instead of being scrunched up to his ears.

The living room was dark, shadows being his only greeting. It was quite late, and the hush over the house confirmed that his sweet Estrella and his love were mostly likely asleep by now.

Good, Cedric nodded. Too many times he's had to insist that his family go to bed instead of ruin their sleep schedule awaiting his arrival. Some days were much better than others, but still.

He knew how important rest was, even if he and everyone under this roof was guilty of being a night owl to a fault.

Cedric walks with practiced silence to his daughters room, the soft glow of her enchanted star lantern illuminating the crack beneath the closed door.

Turning the knob with a deft hand, he peeks inside. The room was peaceful, and the soft breath of Estrella was the only noise within.

Cedric's mouth can't help but form a smile, an automatic response whenever he's in Estrella's presence. He tiptoes in, checking on her swiftly.

The small girl was fast asleep, hands tucked to her chest as dark curls frame her chubby cheeks.

A soft sigh of amusement passes the sorcerer's lips, as he bends down to kiss the child on her forehead.

"Buenos noches, mi Estrella. Sueña con los angelitos." He whispered lovingly, petting her hair for a moment before he swiftly exited.

Cedric crosses the hall, his shared bedroom with Elisa pulling him towards it like an invisible rope around his waist.

He knocks, softly, their nonverbal greeting.

Elisa had long since heard her husband return home, but for the first time in a long time, she doesn't have the strength to get up from her place at the windowsill.

She trembles, feeling the draft through the cracks between the caulking. She'll have to remind Cedric about fixing it later.

But not now. Now, as the woman lays her throbbing temple on the cold glass, Elisa just wishes for rest to come.

Cedric walks into the room, halfway shrugging off his heavy silk robe. He almost missed the silhouette of his love, but it was like his body already knew where to look when his eyes rested on her.

Two different shades of brown irises collided- one as dark, deep, all consuming as the night sky, yet glittered with the brilliance of the stars held within it.

The other- soft, sweet, the color like a caramel candy that melts perfectly on your tongue, or like the dappled rays of light that shine through the perfect autumn leaf.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, letting the silence hold them in an unspoken pact; as if Cedric and Elisa had said "let's just be, tonight."

Cedric takes off his robe, hanging it besides the hook on the door. Dutifully unbuttoning his vest, sighing in the way Elisa knows means the day was long.

She purses her lips, raising her head and glancing over to her husband.

You should do something- not be sulking here by the window. Elisa chastised herself, limbs creaking as she shifted off the ledge towards the lanky sorcerer, his hands already undoing the last button.

Cedric doesn't notice, not immediately- he tends to hyperfocus on things. But Elisa always had a way of bringing him back from the clouds that fog his mind.

He felt her small hands touch his back gently, and he turns towards her.

"Good evening, mi corazon." He whispers, tensing his shoulders as he is about to take off his vest.

"Allow me, mi Rey." Elisa's words roll off her tongue in the way that makes Cedric's heart flutter every time without fail. Of course, he doesn't protest as he feels her gentle hands remove his vest with a loving touch, that could only be described as reverence.

Elisa slips off the bright magenta fabric, her eyes tracing the subtle curves and slopes of his shoulders that cling to the forest green button up beneath the vest.

All Cedric notices is the dark circles underneath his wife's eyes, catching in the shadows of their room. He thumbs the dark half moons, frowning.

Elisa nimbly avoids his gaze, already knowing what Cedric would say.

"You look exhausted..." He murmured, his tone slightly prodding Elisa to speak. He holds his breath, already knowing it won't be easy to get her to crack.

"It was a busy day-... But I'll be okay tomorrow!" Elisa starts, smiling, but the light doesn't reach her eyes. Her smile falters, and her fingers nervously fiddle with cedric's dress collar.

Cedric's frown deepens, which makes Elisa's heartbeat quicken. Did she say something wrong? Was Don Cedric mad at her? Why wasn't he saying anything-

"...But you're not okay now- which is what matters to me, dear." Cedric replies in a soft, yet concerned tone of voice. His fingers brush through the waves and curls on Elisa's head, feeling restless and nervous himself.

How had he not noticed this until now? Was Elisa ever going to say something if this went unchecked? Did she even realize she was this tired? Cedric felt his heart pick up speed with each question that popped in his head, guilt singing through his veins.

"I... I'm-..." Elisa stutters, unsure of what to say. Her eyes flick up towards Cedric again, seeing the worry lines etched into his skin.

Elisa's heart sank.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be- I should've noticed sooner."

"I... I should've too... I guess, I just run around so much, I don't even have time to notice I'm tired." She laughs, but it's hallow sounding and they both know it. She cringed, choosing to look away and back to the windowsill where she waited for the sorcerer to return home. Her eyes scanned the sky, looking for a moon she knew wasn't there.

It was the new moon tonight- the one day a month that even the moon gets to have rest. She envied it- to have a day just for her is a luxury she can't seem to afford much these days.

Cedric follows her gaze, noticing it was a moonless night tonight as well. His caramel brown eyes drift away from the window, back to Elisa. The starlight was more than enough to illuminate the soft curve of her cheeks, the rich dark line of her eyelashes, and the lovely hue of her skin. He sighs silently, admiring her beauty for a moment.

The sorcerer can't help but plant a soft kiss on her cheek, smiling to himself as he felt his own cheeks tingle from blush.

This pulls Elisa from her stupor, a soft noise coming from her throat in surprise. Feeling flustered, from the kiss and from being caught in the middle of zoning out, she rushes to change the subject.

"T-the moon is gone tonight..." The short woman trails off, stepping away from Cedric to sit back down on the plush window seat from the bay window.

Cedric chuckles as his wife's bashfulness, joining her on the opposite side of the window seat, propping a leg up as he rests his arm on his knee.

"She will return, like always; even the moon has to rest to recover her light." Cedric chuckles dryly, eyeing Elisa with a knowing smile.

Elisa huffs in amusement, looking down. She knew Cedric wasn't really talking about the moon- he was referring to her.

"Maybe."

She relented, scooting into her husband's lap; Cedric extends his hip out, giving her room to get comfortable. Elisa fits into Cedric's lean frame like a puzzle piece, her soft body sinking against his chest. Cedric hums lowly, enjoying the soothing pressure her body weight provided him- his heart rate slowly down to a steady rhythm.

Elisa sighs in contentment, as Cedric snaked his arms around her waist, enveloping her completely. Her tense and achy muscles always seemed to melt under his touch, and her hand gently rests on top of his, her thumb tracing along his knuckles.

"...What about the people who rely on the moon? Don't they need her light, too?"

Elisa asks, barely above a whisper.

Cedric looks up at the twinkling stars above them, his heart aching for Elisa.

When will she see that keeping her light for herself is included in that equation? Cedric ponders up at the sky with a pained sigh, his free hand tracing light circles on her arm as he thinks.

"That's why the moon has the sun, darling. To be there when she cannot be- just like she supports him. That's what they do, mi amor. They look out for each other... Yeah?"

Cedric asks, his voice soft and his true accent leaning heavy in his words. Except it wasn't in anger like usual, it was a moment of vulnerability and affection.

Usually, such a sweet moment would ease Elisa's heart, but tonight it felt like a storm of negative thoughts and emotions- with her in the eye of it, completely lost and alone. She doesn't answer Cedric, not for a while. She fidgets restlessly in Cedric's embrace, a tight line on her mouth as her insides twist themselves into knots.

"What if the sun doesn't really need the moon? ...If she disappeared, would anyone notice?"

"Of course they would." Cedric answers back bravely, pulling her tightly to his chest. Elisa hears the sorcerer's heartbeat, strong and sure and confident in its drumming. It felt like her anchor in the swell of emotions within her, as tears threatened to fall.

"There's a reason the sun sets everyday- it's because it's the only way he can see his lovely moon illuminate the sky."

Cedric proclaimed, love and adoration dripping from every word like honey. He kissed Elisa's shoulder, and the woman can only bury her face deeper into him even though she knew he could feel her tears sinking into his clothes.

"If she were gone... He would disappear too. And never return until he finds her again." Cedric speaks with a steady, low voice, his lips tickling the skin of her shoulder as he nuzzles her, holding her protectively to him.

The storm within her seemed to quell at the moment, as if the reassurance was the beacon guiding her out of the maelstrom of doubt and fear that would usually send her spiralling into a deep abyss. She inhales a shaky breath, trying in vain to swat the tears away.

"...Really?" She asks, feeling a little self conscious for asking for even more reassurance even when Cedric was already giving her so much. But it was compulsive, and she waited for Cedrics answer with bated breath every time.

"Yes, really." Cedric nods, kissing the crown of her head sweetly as he squeezed her in comfort.

"I need you, Elisa. Always- taking a break doesn't mean I'll disappear; and you won't either, my dear." The sorcerer offers her a genuine smile, his caramel eyes softening more as he brushed away her tears.

Elisa was speechless by this point, and all she could do was nod until her voice returns to her again. How did she ever get so lucky, no- so blessed by the gods to have such a caring person enter her life? Who understands her in ways no one else will? How could words ever express the full gratitude and love she has for her king, mi Rey?

Even as her words failed her, she showed her appreciation in the ways she knew she always could; she snuggled close to her husband, her hands gently gliding along his sides as she mumbled sweet nothing's in her native tongue.

Cedric smiles, looking up at the stars and the moonless night.

It seems I've found the moon... Not in the sky, but right here, in my arms. He thought to himself, heart squeezing tightly with love.

He looks down at Elisa.

"I love you, Elisa."

Elisa blushes, but with all the confidence in the world, replied, "I love you too, Cedric."

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greyskyflowers · 1 year

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✨🌙 Magic AU ideas for fun ✨🌙

~ Please credit me if you use any of these.

🕸️ Ink spiders

Spider like creatures that tend to live in places with lots of ink (think libraries, book stores, antique shops, etc).

Most people think the black spindling legs are the creature and it's made of ink (hence the name), but the spiders are actually made of the spaces between words, the black ink is the shadow. They're very thin and you have to get close and look sideways at them to faintly see their actual bodies, which almost look like very thin glass threads. More of a distortion in the air than an actual image. Leave ink splatters when startled and make little clinking noises like tea cups when they get curious enough to climb something you've left close enough to the page.

**Think that photo of camels in desert where people think shadows are the camels

🚪Little shops in between the books on shelves in antique and bookstore.

They look like little miniature houses/apartments but they aren't fond of people lingering so if you look away they'll shut the doors and windows by the time you look again.

Some even take their welcome mats back inside.

🌌 Planetary rings can be bought for an unbelievable price but only the best magic users have them. They make amazing engagement and/or wedding rings.

🐠 If you find the right crosswalk in the rain, you will loo down between the painted line over a mirror image of the city, see fish swimming, leaves floating, etc. Stepping on the blocks gets you across but stepping in the water spins you around and you end up in the city. If you look up you'll see the blocks in the sky and fish swimming high above like clouds. You can watch people walking across the street above you.

This is the only way to find certain magic market places and it can be hard to find the right crosswalk. People usually end jumping in lots of puddles trying to find the right one.

**You leave the same way

🌧️ Kitchen clouds that rain spices

🌊 The most expensive and rare lace is foam from the sea pulled off at high tide under a full moon. White with the gentlest hints of blue, perfectly imperfect in it's details. They say it smells of salt and feels cool against the skin.

**Sold by mermaids, sirens, ocean nymphs. If you buy if from someone else it's probably fake

💡Sting lights that fly off the string when not in use and flicker on and off around the room. When you ask for light or turn it on, they all come floating in to sit on the string at their spots.

**Like lightning bugs but just little puffs of light

🌱 Rooms where grass grows on the floor or up between floorboards. Wildflowers and clover joining it. Sometimes sunflowers pop up to keep depressed or sick people company, common in hospitals

🛁 Night bath bombs: Black ones that turn the water black and silver dust forms accurate constellations in the water.

Cloud bath bombs: White ones that cover the top of the water in rolling puffs that look like cotton but dissipate like fog when you wave your hand through it.

Ocean bath bombs: Blue ones that foam and make small waves, sea salt scent and the grit of sand at the bottom of the tub.

Rain bath bombs: Grey ones that smell like rain and look like puddles, the occasional leaf or two floating by, and the perfect warm summer rain feel and smell.

🎨 Colorful butterflies like paint chips travel together and always form beautiful murals when they land. They usually stay for awhile before getting up to move their artwork to somewhere else.

🐙 Upside down flowers that move like octopus, the petals like little legs they scurry around on. They sometimes produce pollen puffs when startled or angry.

🦷 Dentists that do teeth whitening for vampires

👗 Dresses with flower edges, the skirt made of stems all going up to form the waist with leaves occasionally helping to cover and the flowers all at the bottom. Living dresses.

Along the same thought, flowers that weave in your hair and stay, Ivy, lavender, gardenia, etc.

🥪 Swamp houses on giant lilly pads with monsters that lives in the muddy waters, ancient beings that adore grilled cheese and will accept it as an offering of friendship.

🐾 Veterinarians that can speak multiple animal languages and can ask animals what's wrong as well as follow up on any neglect or abuse claims

⚓ Tattoos that move and change as the person does. Flowers that go through blooming and wilting. Words that change fonts. Animals that wonder around the body. Anchors that sink down to the feet. Watercolor that leaves the skin damp

🛒 Groceries that pop into your kitchen as you order them.

**They keep putting the milk in the wrong place and at this point you think it's just to fuck with you.

🪞 Store changing rooms have two types of rooms available, with mirrors that flatter and support, or mirrors that are brutally honest and occasionally hurtful.

💉 Werewolves that need to stay up to date on their rabies/disease shots instead of their flu shots.

💰 The best thieves and scammers are fae because they're amazing at getting information, names, numbers, etc. Also kitsune because of their remarkable cuunning and playfulness.

💧 Depression medicine that shoos away the rain clouds over your head

Calming tinctures that literally stop your head from spilling

Warming spells that start at you toes and roll up your body like sinking into warm water

Cooling spells that run down from the top of your head like a cool shower

💀 Classroom skeletons that teach their own classes and love dad jokes. Real ones that tell stories from their lives, or died very recently but it was in the middle of the semester and they still have shit to do. Fake skeletons that like to pretend they were famous/fictional people and spread completely ridiculous and often hilarious rumors.

🏘️ Ghost towns/neighborhoods like spirited away. Quiet and empty during the day but bustling streets and shops as the sun goes down. They aren't on maps for a reason - tip your hat or nod your head and remember your manners while quickly passing through

🌫️ Spells that hide your home from those with ill intentions. Sometimes they can't see your house or it looks abandoned. Sometimes it switches the roads around so none ever lead to you. Those with good intentions will always find their way to you, even if they get lost.

**Think irish proverb about the road rising up to meet you vibes

🗑️ The creature that lives in the break room trashcan always has the latest gossip and will gladly trade you some in return for some old coffee or a snack from the vending machine.

🐌 Sea slugs as street cleaners, make their way through the streets at night in slow wiggles like how they clean the bottom of the ocean.

**Often cause traffic delays if they get behind and can stay out til morning, so listen to the local morning radio to make sure to avoid any road closures due to slug

👁️ Seers make the best personal assistants, front desk, nurses, etc. Catch things right as they fall, will call and reschedule appointments before people know they need to, can make sure messages get where they need to go exactly when needed.

**Fake seers will sometimes try to pose as weathermen or similar to get some fame and money. They usually get booted quickly.

🌿 Eucalyptus that grows in the shower and greets you in the morning with happy waves and wishes you good night in the evening. Moss that grows on the floor like a rug and sprouts like flowers when it thinks you need some cheering up.

⌛ Time delays are a thing, however they must be approved by the time equality agency. You can request to change the hours in your day. For example, a student might request to have more time to study before their 7am final. If approved, they might have say 5am last 4 hours before time resumes as normal. However they'll have 4 hours removed at the end of their day.

**Kind of like daylight savings where the clock jumps forward and backwards

Usually this is reserved for very special situations as there's a lot of paperwork and requirements involved.

🚀 Spaceships gets stars stuck on the side, like boats get barnacles stuck to them, and they have to be scrapped off and throw back up into the sky

**Stars also go too low sometimes and get stuck in tree branches and gutters

🍄 Giant mushrooms used at part of the structure and/roof in forest homes. Living homes.

🌳 Willow trees are incredibly protective. If someone gets a willow whip mark (snapped a branch at them like a towel) it usually means they were somewhere they shouldn't have been.

🦋 Some butterflies have extra pollen on their wings that gets shaken off. This can be gathered and used in magic makeup - doesn't harm the butterfly as they shake it off themselves when it gets too heavy.

🐉 Fire flowers that burn blue at the base and end in flickering flames. Little embers in the middle like pollen. Very small dragons take the embers and soot like bees.

Please note that it's illegal to take anything from a dragon, including fire honey, but sometimes if you befriend them they'll trade you. Maybe a shell of honey for something shiney. They're fond of things like tinsel and shiney confetti, it's easy to carry and they sometimes wrap it around them like little scarves.

🗺️ Physical maps that direct you like Google maps but also refuse to ask for directions if they themselves get lost. Sometimes they fold on the sides like little arms on their hips when they're mad.

**Map: don't you dare pull over, take the turn in .5 miles.

Driver: There is no turn!

Map: Take the turn!

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Return - Part 1 / ?

“What do you want, Zack?”, Sephiroth’s voice felt as if was trying to pierce a dagger into Zack’s chest, filled with poison and hate. Seph slowly stood up from his sitting place on the floor, his bones audibly creaking, he hadn’t left the spot or even moved an inch in several hours. He brushed some dust off of his shoulders, a single spider jumping off his coat.

“We need to get out of here! Now!”, Zack nearly yelled, Seph making a face in return. Seph didn’t believe himself to be human anymore, but the very human feeling of a dehydration induced headache was just as real.

I was inspired by this ask sent to @altocat a few days ago. It'll be a fanfic with a few parts, and yes, I intended to make it as heartbreaking, if not even more, than the ask submitted.

Warnings: angst, AU - Nibelheim goes wrong in a different way, ff7 content so apply the usual warnings of the games to this fic

AO3 LINK

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Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess We seek it thus, and take to the sky Ripples form on the water's surface The wandering soul knows no rest.

Three friends go into battle. One is captured One flies away The one that is left becomes a hero.

Loveless, Act 1

“Cloud! You pack up your mom, the girl you told me about, her dad, everyone you know in here. Run! I’ll take responsibility for it back at HQ, but you go and get away from Nibelheim NOW!”

Zack’s own voice rang in his head as he carefully made his way down the staircase. The wood was covered in wetness, making every step more dangerous than the last one. As careful as he wanted to be, Zack needed to be fast. Fast, fast, fast. He needed to reach Sephiroth as fast as possible.

Hot flames roared up into the sky, engulfing the houses close to the main square. The water tower had exploded, the water vaporized, not a chance to take out the fire. Sephiroth was standing inside of the flames, shaking like a leaf in the wind. His eyes were robbed of any humanity, what was once a comforting look for fans and friends alike was replaced with emptiness, screaming for something nobody could hear.

“Sephiroth! Why did you do this?!”, Zack yelled at his friend, his mentor, his buddy. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Nothing with wrong is me, Zack. Everything is right. This is a new dawn for the world. Get out of my way.”

Zack had awoken soaked in sweat. It was barely 2am, the first sleep in several days after the appearance of Genesis and the reveal of Sephiroth’s identity. Only a hefty dose of sleep materia had managed to knock Zack out, but the nightmare…it had felt too real for him.

“Come on…I am not giving up on you, Seph.”, Zack muttered to himself as he ran along the corridor towards the laboratory in the Shinra Mansion. The silence made him deaf, hearing his heartbeat inside of his ears as the door came closer and closer. His legs were carrying him forward, his whole body on autopilot as the only thought inside of Zack’s brain became louder and louder.

He needs to save Sephiroth.

Torn pages out of old books, records and scientific papers covered every possible surface of the lab, and Sephiroth was right in the middle. His hair was a mess, his eyes bloodshot from a clear lack of sleep. No sunlight came down there and no clocks were mounted anywhere, Seph probably had no idea how long he had been down there.

“Sephiroth!”, Zack called out once he had stormed into the room, making Seph snap his head around, looking at his fellow SOLDIER with big eyes. Once upon a time, Zack had visited a friend of his back in Gongaga. The poor guy had come in contact with Touch Mes, and the various poisons had caused him to suffer from insomnia. His eyes had been just as bloodshot as Sephiroth’s, and he had begged for someone to hit him with a chair so he’d finally get the sweet release of sleep, concussions be damned. It had taken him nearly a week to recover.

“No. I am not leaving until I know everything!”, Seph spat back and turned his back to Zack, clearly done with the conversation.

“I am not leaving until you do.”, Zack replied, the chuckle coming from Sephiroth was something straight out of a horror movie.

“Good luck with that.”

There was no sense. Sephiroth wouldn’t leave, he wouldn’t budge, it was useless. Thankfully, Zack was a clever one, even though his actions might sometimes made his peers believe him to be stupid. Wrong. The sleep materia Cloud had used to help his pal go to bed earlier was nestled inside of Zack’s pocket, and with a simple swipe, the materia was cast upon Sephiroth, making him fall to the floor like a bag of potatoes.

And now, how to get him out?

Genesis took a bite out of his apple, his eyes gazing down on Nibelheim. While he hadn’t spotted Sephiroth in a few days, he had noticed Zack and Cloud being out in town together, making sure everyone was safe. But something that hadn’t failed to catch Genesis’ attention was the increased security by Shinra, just outside of the borders of the town. Including artillery and enough bombs to level a city. Hu. He took another bite out of his dumbapple, its taste just how he knew it from back home. His beautifully, bombed home. What was going on down there?

It took Zack several hours to drag Sephiroth out of the laboratory, up the stairs and through the mansion. By now, the sun had risen, but the town was empty. Cloud had listened to his friend’s advice and managed to get everyone to leave. By now, Zack knew Cloud’s childhood home like the back of his hand, and the few more meters dragging Sephiroth along weren’t too bad. The door was unlocked and once inside, Zack dropped Sephiroth into the nearest bed.

“We cannot do this, Tseng!”, Cissnei crossed her arms, standing in front of the prepared gun arsenal. “We cannot let this happen, after everything Zack has done for us!”, Reno butted in, placing his hand on Cissnei’s shoulder in support.

“They are right and you know it!”, came one last resort from Rude’s side, backing his mates up.

Tseng rubbed over his temples, trying to think of an option that’d make everyone happy. They had gotten hold of the information. They knew Zack and Sephiroth would be used as monkeys for Hojo’s experiments. They knew the pain it’d cause them both. Despite the rare overlaps between the Turks and SOLDIER, Tseng had heard first hand of the experiments on Sephiroth. He had seen the pictures of ‘progress’ presented by Hojo with a sick pleasure which even made Tseng’s stomach turn around. He knew how badly Sephiroth was punished back when he came back from a mission with some candies in his pockets, a lollipop hanging from his lips. A thankful little girl had given her hero her last bit of candy supply, a grand gesture for saving her father’s life. Hojo denied Sephiroth any kind of food for a week, feeding him with a tube only. At this point, Sephiroth was 10 years old.

“Fine. Cissnei, do you remember the throwaway PHP I gave you ages ago? Use it. Warn Zack and Sephiroth.”

Sephiroth awoke minutes after getting tucked in involuntarily. His body felt warm for the first time in days, the water bottle Zack had placed under the cover with him comforted him like a hug. “Where am I?”

“We are in Cloud’s home. They, uhm, have left for the day and Claudia told me to make ourselves a home! Here, I made you some tea!”, Zack grinned as he watched Sephiroth sit up, stretching his hurting limbs and rubbing his eyes. The sleep he hadn’t consented too wasn’t too pleasant, but it wasn’t unwelcome. Sephiroth took a sip from the tea, the warmth going down his throat and settling in his empty stomach. Only now, Sephiroth realized how hungry he was.

“Zack…do monsters feel hunger? Do they feel cravings?”

“I don’t think so, Seph. I don’t think a Bandersnatch wakes up one morning and goes ‘Oh, today I wanna eat a Hedgehog Pie today! Quite tasty, its meat is so tasty and lean, and its spikes serve as toothpicks!”

“Hm.”

“Are you craving something?”

“I would actually like some noodle soup.”

Before Zack could give Sephiroth a witty reply, he heard the noise of his phone receiving a message. With a smile he took it out and started to read, his smile growing smaller with every word he read.

“Sephiroth. We have to get out of here.”, Zack stumbled over his words, eyes wide as he showed Sephiroth the message.

Still confused and a bit groggy, it took Sephiroth a solid few seconds to read the message and to understand it. The second it hit him, he threw the blanket off of his body, nearly falling over his own feet as they ran towards the door. But before they could make it out, the first bomb exploded onto the house vis-a-vis to the one they were in, knocking the two out cold.

Get out of Nibelheim. Bombing incoming. Get to Kalm asap. Meet u there. -c

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#final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy 7 fanfic #zack fair #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos

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dark-elf-writes · 2 months

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Imagine cloud fighting someone that tries to block his sword with there’s when he aims for their neck, but instead of blocking the metal is just sliced in half as his continues to go through the neck OR their sword bends around his and he ends up dragging it through their neck because of the momentum/force built up by his swing with the buster sword

The rest of the team watching in a mix of shock awe and a touch of horror as they realize just how strong a SOLDIER really is. It’s so easy to forget when Cloud is finding cats for little girls or trying to joke in his own awkward way just how much whatever was done to him in Shinra changed him but there’s always moments that make them remember. None of them are afraid of Cloud, for all his scowls and brooding he is so gentle with those he cares about (and the list of those people is far longer than he will ever admit to) but each of them wonder late at night what exactly was done to him to make him that strong.

On a more lighthearted note: this is 100% why in the leaf house au Cloud goes through so many swords. Like the SOLDIER swords have got to be a certain metal and reinforced in the right way or they just crumble under their strength, and Cloud being partially enhanced do to repeated mako exposure as a kid is just too damn strong for the shitty weapons he’s finding in the slums.

#the elf talks #ff7 #leaf house cloud au #cloud shattering his fifth sword this week and swearing so loud folia makes him put a hundred Gil in the swear jar #one of Tseng’s first gifts to cloud is a soldier grade sword so he can stop shattering them on the daily

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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Could I order a Ready-Made, Loose Leaf Ginger tea with Cloves and Lavender (Foul Legacy) in Enameled Pottery please with some additional customizations.

S/O didn't originally roll for Childe because they didn't expect to get him and hadn't finished Liyue yet, but got him anyway. So they would lightly bully him (like mocking his voice lines, calling him 'the child' or war criminal. All affectionately) and ended up kinda falling for him. Then their crush ramped up because of the Foul Legacy fight (moth pretty)

Thank you

Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

We have our first customized order! And what a lovely order it is, with lavender and ginger tea!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Digital AU Scenario, inspired by the terms "Discovery" and "Foul Legacy", set in Liyue

Fluff

Digital AU- An AU where Genshin Impact and its characters are seemingly no more than the wonderous programs we know today

Warnings for allusion to battle and fighting

~ * ~ Ten pulls. Ten pulls was all it took for the glowing stars to rain from the clouds, blue and purple and one, to your surprise, shining gold; all it took for several weapons to fall into your grasp, admiring the new four-star sword you received; all it took for stardust and constellations to drop towards your hands, grateful for the improvements to your already decent characters. All it took for him to come home, carried by the one golden star amongst the blue. You stare at your screen, mouth hanging open at the sight of Tartaglia staring back at you. At least, you think that’s his name- you didn’t read the banner very thoroughly to be honest; in fact, you only pulled because your friend dared you to, both joking and laughing about the newest character’s name. Tartaglia; Childe, you think, and snicker. It’s still funny. You just never expected to get him in ten pulls on no pity- how’re you even supposed to build him? He hasn’t appeared in the Mondstadt story or any of the in-game events, to you, he’s an entirely blank slate. One that you didn’t particularly want or need, but the mysterious ginger-haired man was here all the same. You furrow your brows, then set your shoulders. Well. If this is how he wants to play, so be it. With a few clicks you plop Childe into your team, right next to your healer, clinking on his character profile and scrolling through his talent descriptions with your fingers laced together This was going to take a lot of grinding. You loathe to admit it, but Childe quickly became one of the best damage dealers of all your characters. With his Hydro bow and blades he was a force to be reckoned with- it helped that you happened to be a particularly good shot with a bow, although you certainly couldn’t say anything good about Childe’s posture, it was so bad it made you burst out laughing when you thought too hard about it. A lot of things about Childe make you laugh, actually, including when you finally met him in-game. You were so caught up about how wonderfully funny everything involving him was that the Liyue archon quests went by in a blur; something about a dead god and Zhongli and Ningguang and the Fatui. Anything, from Childe’s voice to the way his name was pronounced to his own laugh, made you smile and chuckle. Sometimes you talk to him, or more talk at him, standing there on the screen. You enjoy teasing him, words witty and sarcastic but laced with affection as you call him names, “evil little war criminal” and “child man” being your favorite, and he simply stares back at you, eyes dead as ever and ever-present smirk still on his face. Your friend says Childe’s model doesn’t passively smile. You had shrugged then, saying it was probably a glitch, or perhaps Childe just liked you more. The Liyue arc is nearing its end- all that’s left to do is head to the Golden House to confront Childe, the story Childe, and fight until one of you drops dead. You laugh, for the hundredth time that day, looking at your own Childe standing strong on your screen, bow floating behind his back. You’re going to fight Childe with Childe. Is it a good idea? Probably not, but it’s funny. There’s a long monologue of lore before the fight actually begins, and you actually listen to it, despite your normal habit of skipping dialogue. There’s an almost enduring smile on your face as you watch Childe reveal himself as a Harbinger, something you’re not at all surprised about, and your Traveler blink in shock. At one point his automated gaze flicks directly to your eyes, and your smile widens fondly. Then he winks. You start slightly, grin fading into shock. But Childe’s back to staring at the Traveler, deadened blue eyes trained on their form. It’s a glitch. It must have been, and you shake your head to clear it as the battle commences, your Childe against him. It doesn’t take long to wear him down, not with your Childe built as far as you can push him- not quite level 90, but certainly getting there. You involuntarily wince at game-Childe’s shouts of pain as you whittle down the last bit of health from his Electro Delusion form. The moment you slice away the last chunk of HP, a cutscene plays and you lean back from your keyboard in satisfaction. The cutscene shows your Traveler getting thrown back and away from Childe, and you roll your eyes before returning your gaze to the Harbinger, now surrounded by water. Suddenly he transforms- first his arms and hands, then his legs, then himself- letting out a roar of rage from his new form. You gape in astonishment, admiring the now twice-as-tall Harbinger, covered in dark violet and black armor, mask now situated over his face with horns and a single, gleaming eye. You inhale when he slams his spear into the ground and your Traveler falls beneath the Golden House, before exhaling. “Woah.” For a while you just run around during Phase Three, trying to glimpse Childe’s new form from every angle- you want to see exactly how tall he is, admire the way his starry cape flows, map out the patterns on his armor. His voice, now deep and growly, makes you full on stop and stare, getting hit with several Electro arrows in the process. Your own Childe attacks back, of course, on your command, movements stiff and unyielding. You wish you could stay forever, but the battle ends all too quickly and you’re tossed out of the domain like a ragdoll, mourning the loss of in-game Childe, of Foul Legacy. Slipping your phone out of your pocket, you shoot your friend a message, something along the lines of “dude have you seen Childe’s Third Phase form yet” before glancing back up at the screen. Your Childe is staring directly at you, an unusual frown creased over his features. You let out a yelp and fling yourself back into your chair, eyes locked with Childe’s piercing gaze as concern flashes over his face. He reaches for you, of his own accord, and all you can do is look from him to your untouched keyboard and back, again and again. This is not happening, this cannot be happening- But your shock quickly turns to amazement and you quietly scoot your chair closer to the computer, still staring at Childe. His worry morphs into a smile, a soft, happy one you’ve never seen before, and his hand raises to brush over his heart. There’s a sudden flash of purple lightning, warping and twirling around Childe in a storm of rain and sparks. When the flood dissipates, Foul Legacy floats on your screen and you almost shriek, burying your face in your hands as you attempt to process the fact that Childe is most likely sentient and saw you admiring his Foul Legacy form. If he’s not sentient, he’s a really good AI. Childe purrs, the corners of Foul Legacy’s mouth turning upwards in a smile as he hovers a few inches from the ground, still looking at you through the screen. He reaches out, as if to cup your cheeks, looking slightly crestfallen when he remembers that he can’t. But a single glance at you hiding your face in your hands is enough to make him rumble in satisfaction again, voice growling low and deep from within his chest as he jerks his horned head towards the Golden House. “Don’t you like your own version of me better than that silly puppet in there?”

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theunofficalttcrrau · 1 month

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Credits:

Mocha - @mochablogger

Blair - @blairdrawzstuff

Hazel - (I'll find the Tumblr acc later)

Rubix - @rubixisanidi0t

The Traumatized Cup - RR AU - Chapter 1:

After what seems to be like forever, dawn spread out in the calm island of the Pacific Territory. The tides smoothly hit the shore as seagulls flew over the calm ocean. The atmosphere was quiet and peaceful, as the clouds made their way to the rising sun. The objects scurried from one block to another, some to work , and some to have fun, and maybe even some to just enjoy the beautiful scenery.

A young girl named Mocha lived in the Costal Town, located in the South of Pacific Island. Mocha loved the morning walks, and never fails to shower herself with loads of Vitamin D. As she stepped out of her apartment, Mocha's surroundings made her predict that today was going to be an AWESOME day, just like the others.

Then out of nowhere, a maple Leaf landed on Mocha's foam. It was not an ordinary Maple Leaf!

"Suprise!"

"YIKES!"

The frightened cup fell back onto the porch, shocked on what had happened.

"How...How did you get up there?" She burst out laughing as the maple leaf helped Mocha up.

"Funny story, actually." Hazel, Mocha's best friend, dusted himself off. "I was on my way to The Orange House, and somehow landed here."

At that moment, a gust of wind took the two by surprise.

"Probably because it's a bit windy and cold." Mocha shivered, as she hurried into her apartment. "I'm gonna grab a scarf! Should I get one for you , Hazel?" Her voice was heard on the first floor.

"Yeah, Thanks!!" Hazel called back. Mocha came back with a light pink scarf and wrapped it around her. She also got a beige one for Hazel.

[Later:]

"I mean, it sucked that he left yesterday. He did LOVE the beach!"

"You're so right! I just love talking while walking."

"Hey, that rhymes!!!"

Hazel's watch started beeping multiple times.

(THAT RHYMES!!!!!)

"Ah crap, I'm late! I was supposed try the new Tangerine shake Blair prepared!" (I am NOT using "Blairy" in this AU. You can't force me.)

He got up quickly, ready to leave. He then turned to Mocha.

"Wanna tag along?"

"Sure!" Mocha happily agreed.

(Now THIS is where we get some Rubix DLC)

The Two started to walk to Blair's bar, Famously known as the Orange House. Blair was a hard working Orange who was really fond with Mocha and Hazel. She would watch them talk and "playfully" tease each other. (What I mean by "playfully" means that some of their teasing was taken seriously.) over some cupcakes and milkshakes. Blair enjoys seeing their relationship close together.

When the two arrived, Mocha spotted the unaware Orange, who was on the counter washing dishes, and listening to Rubix's life problems.

"I mean, I don't feel fulfilled in my research! My relationship with my girlfriend (Cookie) isn't where I want it to be.." Rubix kept going on and on.

"Mhm.. Mhm.. I'm listening.." Blair replied, feeling concerned for the little guy. (He's not little, he's 19.)

"Hey Blair!" The two called out.

Blair looked up and shifted her gaze to Mocha and Hazel, grinning at them.

"Top of the mornin' to y'all! The usual?"

"Actually.. I thought we were going to taste-test the new Tangerine shake..?"

"Right!" Blair smacked her forehead. Then she pulled out 2 lightly-orange colored milkshakes from the freezer , and handed them to Hazel. The shakes were covered with Tangerine and cinnamon on the whipped cream. How gorgeous and delectable they looked!

Mocha chose a comfortable spot for the two to drink their milkshakes. Within a few minutes, the two were happily sipping their desert under a colorful umbrella. As their scarfs danced happily throughout the wind, Blair spoke up.

"They have good hearts, don't ya think?"

"Yep..." Rubix mumbled, wiping his tears away as he stared at the two. A little smile came upon his face. How kind the heartwarming the duo were just made his heart melt.

"So, um, what are you saying?"

"I said that-" Rubix was cut off.

"Actually, hold ye' thought."

"..." Rubix didn't dare to respond as Blair got up, and walked towards the two.

"People don't even take my anxiety seriously.." Rubix mumbled, as he tinkered with his little keychain of himself, wrapped around his non-existent neck.

Just at that moment, Blair passed the two and invitation.

"Blair, What's this?" Hazel asked, his eyes scanning the sheet of paper.

"It's a sleepover at my house!" Blair exclaimed, bouncing up and down over the thought of having her friends over for a snooze together. "What do y'all think?"

"Just the three of us?"

"Yep!" Blair nodded her head vigorously. "There will be marshmallows, and hot chocolate! We'll play games, and-"

"Okay, Okay, Blair! We'll come!" Hazel giggled, as he turned towards Mocha. "Well, Mocha, are you comi-"

"BRAIN FREEZE!!"

Mocha's cheeks turned MULTIPLE shades of blue. Hazel rolled his eyes.

"Mocha, I told you, like, a MILLION times not to drink so fast."

"Sorry.............Not sorry!" Mocha continued to drink her dessert fast.

The trio spent their morning talking about life and such. Soon they left the bar, leaving Rubix behind sadly, and began to shuffle their way home. They spent the rest of today packing for their first ever sleepover. Really exciting, ain't it?

[Later:]

Blair went through her sleepover list, to make sure everything was in schedule. After checking twice, a knock on the door was heard.

Why, it was Blair's best friends, Mocha and Hazel!

"You're right on time, friends!" Blair exclaimed. "Please, Come in!"

The two entered the house with their backpacks, and hung their scarfs on a polished wooden peg. Blair sat on a comfortable bean bag, and starts to fish out her notepad.

"So.. Wanna do something fun?"

"Of course! It's the main reason of this party after all, ain't it?"

"Now let's see.. Chess, Board games.. Pillow fi-"

"Pillow fight! Choose pillow fight!!"

"Nah, it's too risky.."

"Yeah, Cupperoo! Besides, you always cry when you lose!"

"Isn't that the reason she ran to Rubix crying??"

"Oh yeah.."

"Aww! Pleeeaassee? I won't do it again.."

"..."

"I guess.. Fine.."

"Yay!"

After 30 long minutes of pillow fight , and feathers scattered everywhere, the three were exhausted.

"I'm tired.." Hazel yawned, stretching his arms.

"Alright, but let's eat something first.."

Blair opened a bag of roasted marshmallows, and three cups of hot chocolate. She passed them out to the others, eager to eat.

The group munched up the food , leaving no crumb, nor drop.

Soon, it was the time you'd Tucker into bed, under the covers , and get a good night's sleep..

"Good night, guys.." Mocha pulled her blanket up, snuggling in her bedpan.

"You two, Cuppero-"

Before Blair could finish her sentence, Hazel was fast asleep, snoring away. Mocha and Blair exchanged glances and giggles at each other.

In no time at all, all objects under the Pacific Ocean were fast asleep. Well, except for one.

[THUD.]

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keeperofthecookies · 2 years

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Re-calling every cookie run OC I’ve had in the last year.

Lava Cake cookie- Fire spirit… offspring? I don’t actually remember what she was, but I found her in my old drawings. *Legendary*

Chai tea latte cookie- Latte cookies cousin, but she evaporated when she fucked up a spell. *epic*

GingerHoney cookie- Gingerbrave’s older sister. Sister from another witcha. So she isn’t traumatized or burnt, she owns a pet cake hound. *rare*

Salted liquorice Cookie- Liquorice’s older and much more everything cookie. She got more spider genes from their mum, truffle cookie, then liquorice. *epic*

Raspberry swirl cookie- The dead older sister of Raspberry cookie and the original heiress to house raspberry. *epic*

Choco cake cookie- The half cake boar, half cacao cookie child. Born from stolen crumbs of the king himself and a beast. *Epic*

Golden Swiss cheese- the current queen of the Golden Cheese kingdom, Golden cheese cookie’s niece and choco cakes wife. *epic*

Choco rice pudding cookie- Two separate beings locked in one body. Forever fighting with one another. *Ancient*

Mango Fish cookie- The twin sibling mango cookie (mango cookie is like sorbet shark but only he got legs, his sister didn’t want legs) *epic*

Fresh Honeybear cookie- Motherly figure who deals with her wife constantly adopting random children. *Ancient*

Cloudberry cookie- Keeps adopting random children, also besties with HB. *Ancient*

Caramel Cookie- A 3 eyes, HUGE cookie. Was “killed” by white lily in their years of the acadmy but surivied. Revives dead cookies (adopting all the oven break gingerbreads) *Lengendary*

Fallen Star cookie- Went to war with moonlight cookie (resents her) thus locking both Moonlight and herself in the sky. *Legendary*

Swamp Lily cookie- The reversal AU custard cookie. *rare*

Macadamia cookie- Fellow detective and mother of walnut. She and almond are still friendly and share custody over walnut. *Epic*

Watermelon Jellybean- Ruler of the underwater cookies and all jellybean cookies. *ancient*

Sour Jellyfish cookie- Watermelon Jellybean’s adopted daughter, crazy little shit. *Epic*

Gingersnap cookie- the first ever living cookie created. Known as the queen of cookies. *ancient? Legendary? Ethereal? *

Smokey Coal cookie- Queen of the gemstone cookies deep below earthbreads surface. *ancient*

Crispy chip cookie- Crunchy chips long lost cousin. The tiger lily of the cacao kingdom but is resilient to the cold, a whole heck more dangerous, and a cookie killer. Also revered as a spirit. *ancient*

Orange Poppy cookie- A cookie possessed with the evil side of moonlight cookie after messing with moon magic in school. Owns the castle were the COD resides. *ancient*

Gobstopper cookie- A well know explorer who died on an underwater expedition. They say his ghost still lingers. *epic*

Elderberry Cookie- The only other surviving member of the order of the tea leaf knights. rumour has it that when she was grieving, she walked loops around earth bread for years without realizing it. *epic*

Dragon Mumma/ Fresh Otai Dragon- the final surviving dragon who fought in the ancient cookie wars. Is a mother but lost her 5 children and assumes they died (they didn’t, guess who’s her kids) *legendary/ ethereal*

Deathcap mushroom cookie- Poison mushrooms mother, queen of the dormant mushroom kingdom. *ancient*

Milk choco cookie- Dark Choco’s mama. Quite similar to crunchy chip In that her family had an alliance with the snow lions. Died due to a genetic condition. *ancient*

Vanilla Cheesecake Cookie- The younger sister of Choco dipped berry. Trusts her sister with her entire being and never questions her sisters motives. The two sisters also own soulstones. *epic*

Choco dipped berry cookie- Raised her sister since she was 7 due to their parents dying. Everything she does is so that her sister never is miserable and has a great life, which doesn’t turn out good. *epic*

Cloud deity cookie- the ruler of the weather. The only legendary who really didn’t disappear. *legendary*

There a lot more oc’s I have made, either nameless or their names are lost deep within my notes, but maybe I’ll explain em, idk. If you wanna know anything about them just ask, wanna use them, ask. I call copyright and dips over em.

Also just for clarification, these OC’s most likely do not exist in the same universe unless stated, they have their own little pockets world but I would need to check that tho

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karumashadowchicken · 2 years

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Hello again! Thank you for such an amazing hdc! I have another request today that has been keeping me up!! How about a oneshot soulmate au with slight yandere barbatos with a reader who is caring and smart (but sees his obsession as a cute quricky flaw despite what it is, to barbs surprise). Maybe Barbatos messed up somewhere in his stealthiness and the reader found out amd he thought he might have to reset the timeline but is confused and suprised by her not seemingly bothered and just shows kindness to him and insist on helping him with his chores etc. It doesn't matter which type of soulmate au you choose!

Maybe barbatos wasn't very interested in his soulmate until he meets her? Like he was aware and might feel a certain way but not enough to be yandere yet and when he mets them it just changes his world and it now makes sense why they are soulmates.

I hope this wasn't a difficult of a request, feel free to change it up if its easier or get a better idea!

I'm gonna be honest, I'm convinced that yandere Barbatos would believe him and his darling are meant to be, regardless of if it's int he soulmate au. I was meaning to take a break from my studies, and this seems like a great way to do that! (I'm learning German, and Russian for my class.) I've always admired the more intense sounding foreign languages.

Earl Grey tea, and learning Russian, quite the day.

Here we go!

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It was pouring rain as you stood there, watching rain paint the sidewalk a darker tone. turning to the sky, and closing your eyes. Sounds seemed ever surrounding. Every pitter-patter, from the rain against the ground, and the tapping as other drops hit your umbrella. Drops dancing down your coat, and splatter on your boots.

The skies darkening shades clouded the sky, as you walked home. Leaving the comfort of RAD, and it's dry insides, for the soaked ground, and wailing sky, Moonlight dancing on the trees leaves, on the path you found nice to take, on those days where you wouldn't mind being away for just a little bit longer.

Sometimes it was nice to let the rain fall, and soak your cloth. To let the rain wash away all the worries that surround your daily life. Letting the rain wash away your worries. Letting the rain lead your way. A small detour, to some near by shops, for temporary cover from the rain.

None seemed of interest though, until one caught your eye. Was it new? or had you just not seen it yet. A small tea shop of the corner of the plaza.

Tea, it always reminded you of Barbatos, maybe tea always tasted so good because he made it, but it couldn't hurt to try some.

It's a good thing you weren't home yet. The thing is that it wasn't supposed to rain so heavily, and you were supposed to get a message from Asmo asking you to hangout. A spa night, and movies, to relax, but with how heavy the rain was, your D.D.D wasn't receiving messages. Unfortunately, Barbatos hadn't thought about that.

He was a little preoccupied with not getting caught sneaking around in your room.

You were supposed to be out all night, so he wouldn't have any problems.

The tea shop was bland, and the rain didn't seem to be letting up, and though the smell of many teas, and the fresh rain was very delectable, it was time to head home.

You really did want to try some teas, so before you left you bought a small bag if loose leaf Earl Grey tea. (Earl Grey is my Favorite, I love when It's really strong and bitter.)

Everyone seemed very distracted when you arrived back at The House of Lamentation, so no one really noticed you. Lucifer was busy as always, Mammon, watching horror movies again with Levi, just to prove he wasn't scared, Satan, Asmo, and Belphegor relaxing and having a small spa day. While Beel ate most everything in the kitchen.

Smiling lightly, it was kinda nice to get a moment to yourself. Even if this place seemed to call to you them same way it did when Belphegor was hidden away. Secret passages still make you think, and hidden walkways that make you rack your brain. Pitter-pattering filling your senses again. The smell of rain, and the sound of it pouring. The window left open, so you could cool down.

It was relaxing to come home quietly, and enter your room. Placing your bag on your bed, saying hello to Barbatos, and- and what. Barbatos?

An odd silence spread across the room. Uhh... oh! "Do you know how to make loose leaf teas?" Barbatos was perplexed by the question, of course he knew how, but is that all you wanted to say to him? He recovered quickly though and retorted, "Yes, I do." He had noticed the tea branded bag that you placed on your bed. "Would you like me to show you how to make that tea you bought?" Nodding you handed him the bag, how walking to the kitchen with him. "so, what were you doing in my room anyhow?" He was quick to think of an excuse, "I was actually just looking for you." You smiled, and laughed to your self. "In my room?" He nodded, now retrieving the tea kettle, and strainer. "Without the light on?" He simply nodded, taking the finished tea, and leading to the living room.

"Your pretty weird Barbatos." You smiled, "It's kinda cute." Before trying the tea he had handed you. Bitter, but oddly sweet. It tasted like bitter memories, but was warm and familiar. It was perfect, "Is tea always this good, or just when you make it?"

"Thank you, y/n. I do consider myself a tea enthusiast."

A few minutes passed of comfortable silence, and tea drinking. The faint sound of rain, a fresh blend of tea, and the cozy atmosphere of the living room.

Barbatos honestly wasn't sure what to say, this wasn't supposed to happen. Though you do seem to be taking quite well.

"y/n, you look uncomfy, is everything alright?"Perhaps if he pretends snooping in your room was normal, then you wouldn't think anything bad of him. Or maybe you were already used to the brothers constant lack of the understanding of privacy.

"We should hangout again, Barbatos. Drinking tea with you is really nice." You thought, "Your really odd, and kinda unsettling, but also super cool."

That lead to a very interesting conversation about his fashion sense, then his demon form, finally landing on tea suggestions. In fact the talking went on for hours into the night.

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I might actually write a small series for this... it was more interesting than i though it'd be! Thanks for suggesting! :)

#yandere x reader #obey me #yandere #obey me!#yandere obey me #obey me headcanons #barbatos #obey me barbatos #yandere barbatos #if they are wearing gloves their either a butler #or a villian!#theres no inbetween #what is it about demon butlers!?!?

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rhodonessacaryophyllacea · 9 months

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Spamton's New Leaf Au (ACNL x Deltarune)

So I saw the idea for this from a different post: Here; and as it is now living in my brain I offer up this very short fic/summary to all of you:

We begin with Spamton digging through the trash and finding an oddly large file; recently thrown away and in good condition. Possibly porn or possibly something he could sell.

He will take those chances.

So he slips inside, bypassing the normal opening sequence (doesn't want to set off any security this thing might have) and finds himself in... a train station. Goes outside and get ambushed- Greeted!- by fun-sized, [[Market-Able Plushies!]]-looking-animal-people.

This is the warmest welcome he's had in years. Also nerve wracking. It's too friendly, have they realized he's here to steal their data and decided to play the long con? WELL [[F1]] YOU TOO YOU [[Carebears]] HE CAN PLAY THIS [[Games half off!]] TOO!

This is the mindset behind most of his interactions early on.

Also he is the Mayor now??? WHAT! WHY? SURE! His anxiety is climbing as Spamton slowly becomes certain that these suckers have mistaken him for someone else but by [[G-O-D]] he is going to milk this for as much as its worth. Isabelle gives him his map, leads him to town hall (he's disappointed its not a mansion/palace), and introduces herself as his new secretary here to help him be the best mayor he can be etc...

Yeah okay. Goldilocks may look like a golden retriever but Spamton smells a rat. (Poor Isabelle notices his mistrust and doesn't know what she did wrong). Pushing her way through all that Isabelle gives him an overview of his job (calls him, SPAM- SPAMTON G. SPAMTON, a breath of fresh air. He can't decide if its flattery or really passive aggressive ). He then proceeds to have a the-jig-is-up moment as he needs housing to register (and needs registration to be mayor), but then Isabelle follows up with "We can build you a house!" and sends him on his way.

Spamton decidedly does not go to Nook's but does head to main-street in search for [[Luxury penthouse]] dumpsters. 'Build him a house'? HAHAHA, he's here to make money not [[invest in property]]. In no real hurry he can take his time to explore the file he's entered. There is a [whole sale] TOWN in here. Small, barely respectable by Cybercity standards but its... kinda beautiful. For just [[a second of your time!]] he thinks he's in the light world. But he's not. Its not quite the [[burning!!]] image he remembers, but so so close. The bright blue sky, fluffy clouds, green grass. Flowers, Sea shells, trees, etc.. He tries to play it off as a knock-off version that he's not impressed by but can't quite manage.

He ends up running into Nook on Main-street anyways and is told to pick a spot for construction to begin. He is not normally able to be talked over like this (not anymore) but everyone's genuine cheer at making his acquaintance is throwing him off his rhythm. While initially he doesn't want this, about halfway through his attitude becomes, '[[F]]-UCK IT. LETS GET A HOUSE!' When, when not if, shit hits the fan Spamton G. Spamton can run back to Cybercity. While he is doubtful of Isabelle, he Does Not trust Nook at all and in his mind he has two very good reasons.

1). Nook is a businessman/salesman. Spamton knows the type and they (even him) can never be trusted.

2). He does not give Spamton an estimate or bill for the house right away. Spamton is a Salesman[[Scam artist]] of the highest [[-rated 1997!]] caliber. He knows how this works.

The plot is marked, the tent is placed, and for the first time in however many years Spamton is sleeping inside his own place. Isabelle stops by to assure him that the tent is temporary. "BEATS A GODDAMNED GARBAGE CAN!!" Now Isabelle is worried about not doing her job correctly and her new Mayor Mr. Spamton, who seems to have... faced issues in their last residency. But now Isabelle is here and she's gonna do her best to make this town wonderful for everyone! Nothing will go wrong! (This is what folks in the literature business call foreshadowing.)

Spamton is given an ID and loses it just as quickly.

She also gives him a lantern so his tent won't be so dark at night. It's surprisingly thoughtful for some someone who probably wants his [fraudulent] job. [[OF C0URS3 SHE DOES! WHAT KINDA [SLIME] IS [Content Warning!] WITH HER [$4.99 Life] WHEN SHE COULD BE A BIG SHOT!]] Spamton is very aware that he is flying by the seat of his pants in a position Isabelle has, seemingly, shadowed for years.

When he eventually realizes that Isabelle has little ambition beyond being the best assistant she can be, he's going to think she's the biggest sucker he's ever met.

When he eventually realizes that Isabelle's kindness is genuine, he's going to think that she's the best goddamn employee he could ever have.

Now we are going with an unopened 3DS ROM of Animal Crossing: New Leaf and whoever firsts opens that game becomes Mayor. Which is Spamton. Isabelle and the others have never seen a lightner, and they'd use an in-game avatar anyways. A man-shaped being suddenly appears in game; what else can he be but the Mayor? So suddenly Mayor Spamton is introduced to the town, given a job, and given a house all in the span of day.

It is... a lot. He spends the next day scurrying around picking up everything he can fit in his pockets and then some, and tries to scam the Nook brothers by selling them shells he found on the shore. Which is just How the Economy Works so it goes through without a hitch. Hallelujah. Then there are the other villagers. Now unlike the Nook brothers they aren't going to give him [[DELICIS KROMER]] which at first puts Spamton off. His is not a bartering system. Until he realizes that he can give them shells and fruit for Clothes and Furniture so maybe they're OK. Also whenever they ask him if he'd like a nickname, he replies [BIG SHOT!!!], and then they actually call him Big Shot. Maybe not with the exuberance he'd prefer but never mockingly and that's more than [ALL WE DO IS ADVERTISE!!] ever did.

Other fun hijinks and tidbits include:

Using the memo board to post actual spam emails and scams.

Due to skipping the intro train ride Spamton never meets Rover nor names the town. What was it's name? Only Isabelle knows.

Meets Pete the mail man- What a loser! Who wants to be the E-mail guy? (Spamton tries to convince them to do something else with their life; they can't really be happy? Pete is, and of that self assurance Spamton is jealous. They have a complicated relationship).

Once he learns you can get KROMER and [free] furniture from trees he will shake everyone everyday. Wasps? Who minds those little pinches compared to getting free stuff?! (The villagers are concerned and bring him medicine (initially he just sells that also, but later on as he gets more secure he starts to actually use it)).

The villagers also keep giving him living advice- thanks? "Catch bugs with a net!" "[BUgS? WHAT BUGS I D0N"T HAVE BUGS]"

Goes to town hall for "work" bright and early. Just stands there. not knowing what to do. Until Isabelle tells him to sit down in his chair. He really likes the chair. Really disappointed when he learns there is no need for cars or building a [[community-driven]] BIG SHOT AUTOS!!

Goes to Nookling Junction to spy in the sales-man competition. Spamton does not care Timmy and Tommy are kids. Kids are cruel. (They grow on him eventually)

Ignores re-Tail at first, not realizing they are a shop due to the outwards decor. By the time he does notice it he isn't too bothered by a pawn shop. Uses it (trying) to sell random furniture at exorbitant prices.

The villagers just give him gifts sometimes?? Without being a bribe?? Mostly clothing- which while somewhat insulting, is kind of nice to have. He sleeps in a gifted sweater otherwise never changes outfit.

Avoids going back to Nook's to disclose house payments for as long as he can; eventually a villager pushes him back to Nooks. Its 10,000 bells to no longer live in a tent. He has been hoarding bells and can... Actually afford it. Huh. He greatly underestimated the value of bells. He has a house, Isabelle gives him wall paper to decorate and stops by to congratulate him.

Never expands his house again.

Never donates anything to the museum, doesn't even visit until people explain fossils to him and then its just to get them examined so he can sell them for a higher price. Blathers is losing his mind.

Spamton does a public works project and REFUSES to let the villagers get by with their paltry donation. Everyday during the fundraiser every villagers gets mail written by Mayor Spamton telling them to donate to this [AMAZING OPPORTUNITY OR ELSE!!!]. Sometimes they get multiple copies of the letter throughout the day and no one knows how. (Its Minitons)

I may put out a part 2 with Potential Plot and ANGST

#Spamton #spamton g. spamton #deltarune #acnl #isabelle #animal crossing #crossover #animal crossing new leaf #ac isabelle

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