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Summary: Bruised and bloodied, you end up with the last person you thought you'd turn to, and he wants answers.

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: alcohol use, drinking

“Who was he?” you asked as he pulled back onto the freeway.

“Someone very powerful. And, like I said, someone you don’t want to fuck with. He gave up your keys too easily, I don’t like it.”

You shrugged. “Fine. Keep your secrets. I’m gonna try to get some sleep, but wake me up when we get to a motel.”

You balled up your sweatshirt between your head and the car window and fell asleep almost immediately.

Sweeney took that opportunity to scan your sleeping face, the fear from earlier a stone in his stomach. Why was Fear Doirich looking for you? He had said he wanted whatever it was that you had been sent to retrieve for Wednesday, but that was a lie. At least, it was a partial one. The Dark Man was plotting something, Sweeney just knew it, and it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Sweeney knew he couldn’t do anything about it now, but he could at the very least do his damnedest to make sure that you were protected.

A few hours later, Sweeney shook you awake. You peered up at him groggily and groaned. “Five more minutes,” you mumbled, turning away from him and pulling your sweatshirt-pillow closer.

He rolled his eyes. “We’re here so you can keep sleepin’. Besides, I already paid for the room so you are not sleeping in this car.”

You made a muffled sound that Sweeney was fairly confident was an impressive string of profanity.

He huffed. “We don’t have time for this. Up you get, let’s go.” He leaned down and pulled you from the car, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Now you were wide awake.

“Put me down!” you snarled, pounding on his back with your fists. “I’m not a child!”

He snorted. “Could’ve fooled me.”

You growled and aimed a kick at his stomach, feeling your foot sink into the soft flesh there. He doubled over, loosening his grip and nearly dropping you, but you managed to land neatly on your feet.

“You are a fuckin’ piece’a work, you know that?” he snapped.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back. “Don’t manhandle me.”

“Then get your fuckin’ ass in gear next time!” He stood to his full height, massaging his stomach and sucking in a breath. “Every day you get on my nerves a little more.”

You glared at him. “No one’s forcing you to be here.”

He shot you a look as he unlocked the door of the motel room. You stepped in, wrinkling your nose at the faint odor.

“Would it kill us to get a halfway decent room every once in a while?” you muttered.

He pretended not to hear you and made his way into the bathroom, gesturing for you to follow.

“Up there,” he said, pointing to the counter. “Shirt off.”

You smirked at him. “If you wanted to get me naked you could’ve just said.”

He snorted. “Needta change your bandages.”

You moved to strip down but paused.

“You all right?” he asked. “I can get the scissors again, but at the rate you’ve been goin’ through clothes ‘m not sure—“

You cut him off. “It’s not that it hurts,” you murmured, twisting gently to your left and then to your right. “It’s that it…doesn’t?”

His red eyebrows shot up. “What?” You hurried to correct yourself. “No, I mean it still hurts, obviously it still hurts, but it doesn’t hurt as much as it feels like it should.”

His brow furrowed. “Lemme take a look.”

You pulled your shirt over your shoulders and presented your back to him. Sweeney carefully peeled back the layers of bandages. He sucked in a startled breath and you could see his surprise in the mirror on the wall.

“What is it?” you demanded.

“This is…it shouldn’t look like this,” he said slowly. “I mean, it still doesn’t look good, but considering your flesh was ribbons two days ago?” His eyes met yours in the mirror. “It shouldn’t look like this.”

You twisted to see your back in the mirror and an uneasy feeling settled over you. Sweeney was right, it still didn’t look great, but the deep lacerations across your back looked as though they were at least a few weeks healed, not just a few days.

You turned to Sweeney with wide eyes and were met with an equally surprised stare. He reached out, bracing a hand against your cheek, and gently pulled away the bandage on your face. It was the same. Far more along in healing than it had any right to be.

“What the hell is this?” you demanded.

He held up his hands. “How in the fuck am I s’posed to know?”

“I don’t know! You’re the leprechaun that’s supposedly thousands of years old, I figured if one of us was gonna know what the fuck is going on, it would be you!” You were fairly shouting now, but Sweeney could see the fear that was beginning to creep into your expression.

He shook his head. “I’ve seen a lot of things, love, but nothing like this. You’re healing miles faster than you should be.”

You chewed on your lower lip. “There’s gotta be someone we can ask.”

Sweeney shrugged. “First person I can think of is Circe.”

You shook your head. “I dunno, I don’t know that she would be able to help us with this. I don’t know how much she can help with things that aren’t a direct result of magic.”

He looked at you incredulously. “Look at yer back an’ tell me magic isn’t involved somehow.”

Now it was your turn to shrug. “I don’t know, but honestly? As long as I’m not dying from blood loss or infection, this is not at the top of my list of priorities.”

“So what is?” Sweeney demanded.

You blinked. “Are you serious? The weird bitch that had my car? The one that had you about to shit your britches?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. Who was he?”

Sweeney squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose like he could will your questions away.

“Sweeney,” you demanded.

“He’s someone you don’t want to fuck with,” was his only response.

You stared at him in disbelief. “That cannot be your actual answer. Everyone we interact with is someone we don’t want to fuck with but none of them have ever had you acting like this.”

The ginger giant refused to meet your eyes. You sandwiched his face between your hands and made him look at you. “Sweeney. Who was he?”

His grass-green eyes looked at you pleadingly.

“Don’t make me smack you,” you threatened.

He sighed and pulled his face from your grasp. “You know how you won’t refer to Gr — to the old man by name? This is the same. Names have power, and that…that thing doesn’t need any more than he already has, just like the old man. We’ll call him the Dark Man. S’what his name translates to anyway.”

You looked at him expectantly and he took a deep breath.

Sweeney spoke haltingly. “F—the Dark Man, he…he’s fear itself, as it were. Or one of its iterations at least. He used to…take people. He was a servant of the Faerie Queen and he has…an ability, we’ll call it, to strip people of their will.”

“To make them do what he wants,” you said. It wasn’t a question.

Sweeney nodded. “Many have followed him, but few, if any, have ever come back. The Dark Man, the Black Druid, he’s gone by many different names. He feeds on fear and doubt.”

You scratched your chin thoughtfully. “So what could he want from us? Like…I’ve never actually heard of this guy, not in the way we’ve heard of the old man or Czernobog or anyone else. He can’t actually be that powerful, can he? There’s not that many stories about him, there’s no way—“

“Drop it,” Sweeney said sharply.

You blinked, startled at his tone. Usually, you would immediately be inclined to argue with him or to keep poking the bear, but something in his eyes, something that looked an awful lot like real fear, held you back.

“Fine. Whatever.” You turned your back to him. “I’m going to get food. Come with me or don’t.”

He put a warm hand on your shoulder. “You need rest. I’ll go get us some burgers.”

You looked up at him. “Can we get chicken?”

He chuckled. “Can those eyes get any bigger?”

You stuck out your lower lip for added effect and the corner of his mouth quirked up. “All right, we passed a KFC not too far from here. I’ll go, you rest. Don’t leave this room and don’t open the door for anyone but me.”

You saluted sarcastically. “Yessir.”

He rolled his eyes and left the room, grabbing your keys. The door shut behind him, the lock sliding into place, and you were alone in the dank room. You flipped through the channels on the grainy television until you landed on something that seemed even vaguely interesting.

Shucking off your grimy jeans, you dug through the duffel until you came up with a pair of relatively clean sweatpants and what looked like one of Sweeney’s shirts. You pulled on the sweats and tugged the shirt over your head, rolling up the sleeves until your hands were visible.

You flopped onto the bed, wincing when the wounds on your back twinged in protest, and sighed heavily. The bed wasn’t the most comfortable, but it was the best you’d had in a bit. At the very least, it was significantly better than being stuck in whatever shithole the Jotnar had you in. Sitting up, you pulled the pillows and blankets from their positions, building a nest around yourself, but it still didn’t feel like it was enough. Then, you spied the phone on the nightstand.

You dialed the front desk. “Hi!” you said brightly. “Yes, everything is fine. I was just wondering if it would be possible to have some extra pillows brought to room fifteen? Two or three, if you wouldn’t mind, and an extra blanket if you can. Great, thank you!”

A few minutes later, you had the extra pillows and blanket. You arranged everything into a nest on your bed, propping yourself up with a pillow so you could see the episode of Kitchen Nightmares that was playing on the old, staticky television. You were determined to stay awake until the Irishman returned with your chicken tenders in tow, but as the minutes ticked by you found it more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. You didn’t even notice yourself fall asleep.

Sweeney shouldered the door open, balancing the boxes in one hand. “Here’s yer damn chicken, you—“

He stopped short when he saw you curled up in a nest of blankets and pillows, fast asleep and breathing softly. Your hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, and the circles under your eyes were dark as bruises, but you were asleep. Properly asleep, not passed out from pain or crammed into a car. He knew he should wake you and make you eat something, but you looked so small and fragile that he couldn’t bring himself to disturb you.

Sweeney turned off the TV and slid into the empty bed. Staring up at the blank ceiling, his mind ran a mile a minute. He still couldn’t wrap his head around why Fear Doirich would have taken an interest in you, and it made his skin crawl. The Dark Man had said that he’d wanted whatever it was that you had been sent to retrieve for Grimnir, but that wasn’t the truth. Or at least, it wasn’t the whole truth. He didn’t know how he knew, but he could feel in his gut that there was more to what the Dark Man wanted.

And then there was the matter of your wounds. How were you healing the way you were? There was no way this was occurring naturally, but Sweeney could think of no time between when you’d shown up at his door on the verge of death and now where you would have been able to see a healer. He’d been by your side the entire time and there was nothing and no one that could have done this, but there had to be some sort of external force. He wracked his brain, trying to recall anything that you might have said or done that would indicate that something about you was more than human, but he came up empty.

The leprechaun slept, although fitfully. He found himself waking almost every hour, sitting upright and sweating, eyes darting frantically around the room until they landed on you and he was sure that there was no immediate danger and you were still asleep. That you were still safe.

The next morning, you busied yourself with the coffeepot in the motel room’s dinky kitchenette. The events from the previous day swirled through your mind and you were so preoccupied that you hadn’t noticed Sweeney had woken and was watching you from the counter.

You started when you turned and saw him, almost dropping the coffeepot, and scowled. “You look like shit,” you told him, taking in his bloodshot eyes.

He snorted. “You should look in a mirror, fuck.”

“Did you sleep at all?” you asked.

He made a noncommittal sound. “Here and there.”

You hummed and pointed to a roadmap that you had laid out on the table. “Okay, so the old man’s trinket is in Kansas City, about two and a half hours away from where we are now in Joplin. If we hit the road in the next hour, we can get it and then we’ll be in Kentucky by late tomorrow morning or early afternoon at the latest.”

You set a mug of watery instant coffee down in front of him and he lifted it to his lips, taking a sip and wincing before sliding a flask from his pocket and emptying the contents into the mug. You rolled your eyes.

“I think we should give it a bit before we go get whatever it is that he sent you for,” Sweeney said, eyeing you like he knew you weren’t going to take to that idea at all.

Sure enough, you looked at him incredulously. “Absolutely not. I want to get this shit out of my hands and I want to get paid.”

He glared at you. “You have the Dark Man after you because supposedly he wants whatever it is that you have and the Jotnar are after you for the same reason and because you stole from them. It might be a good idea to lay low for a little.”

“Isn’t that all the more reason to get rid of it?” you asked. “If it gets returned to the old man, it’s not my problem anymore.”

He narrowed his eyes and grunted. “And if you get killed along the way?”

You set your jaw. “I won’t.”

“You’re so sure?”

“I’ve been pretty lucky the last couple of days,” you pointed out. “I’m willing to bet it’ll hold.”

“You’re putting a lot of faith in something that really just amounts to chance,” he muttered.

You grinned. “That’s what I’ve got you for, isn’t it? Don’t you do that every day?”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s not how it works.”

You shrugged. “Either way, I think between the two of us we’ve got enough luck to get us to the other side in one piece.”

He sighed heavily. “Fine, but if you get me killed, I’m haunting you.”

You smiled. “Seems like a fair trade.”

Within the next half hour, you were fed and on the road.

The drive, surprisingly, was relatively peaceful. You bickered about radio stations and music choices, argued about directions, and tried to play road games, which then devolved into a shouting match in which you almost swung on him over his interpretation of the rules for the alphabet game. But nothing came after you. You sighed and patted the dashboard of the car.

“Thanks, darlin’,” you murmured.

Sweeney looked at you. “Talking to the car? And they say I’m the one that’s lost it.”

“You’re just jealous,” you shot back.

“Of who? You or the car?”

“Open to interpretation.”

He swatted at you with a meaty paw and you leaned your seat back as far as it would go, laughing.

He mimicked your laugh in a high tone. “You’re not gonna be laughing when I run us off the road,” he sang.

You sat back up and pouted at him. “You wouldn’t do that to me, you’d be lost without me.”

His eyes flicked to you for a moment before his attention was back on the road. “Yeah,” he said softly, “I would.”

Taken aback by the change in his energy, your eyes darted around for something to change the subject. In the signs whipping past, you saw that you were about half an hour outside of Kansas City, where you had utilized a bus station locker as your storage. You’d lost the key when the Jotnar had caught up to you, throwing it as hard as you could into the Arkansas River, but you were confident that even though your knowledge of spells was limited, you had one to unlock things. And even if you didn’t, you knew how to pick a lock.

You turned to Sweeney. “If we don’t get something to eat soon, I’m going to do something to end up on national news,” you threatened.

“You’re the one that’s having us make this detour, you can wait a couple hours,” he replied.

You grumbled something under your breath about stupid rat bastards and he pretended not to hear.

When you arrived at the station in Kansas City, you shifted your body so you were facing Sweeney. “Can you please, for the love of all things sacred and holy, wait here?”

He shook his head. “Not a chance. I’m not letting you go in there by yourself.”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. “I can get in and out without anyone seeing me. Please, Sweeney. In and out, I promise.”

He shook his head again. “No. What if it’s a trap? What if they’re waiting for you?”

“Then I’ll scream.”

“I won’t be able to hear you from out here,” he countered.

You huffed. “If I’m not back in this seat in fifteen minutes, you can barge in and rescue me, okay?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Ten minutes.”

“Oh my god, fine. Ten minutes.”

He seemed slightly more satisfied with this, but still unhappy. “At least take this with you,” he said, taking a pendant from his neck and placing it over your head. His fingers brushed your collarbones and seemed to linger for a fraction of a second longer than they needed to, making your cheeks flush. You inspected it and found that it was a small clay pendant with knotwork molded into its face.

You looked at him questioningly but he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

“It’s the Dara knot,” he said quietly. “The shield knot. We…we used to use it for protection.”

You wanted to say something, but your tongue was leaden in your mouth. You were overwhelmed with a surge of affection or the giant idiot in the passenger seat of your car and, unable to speak, you settled for patting him on the knee. “I’ll be back soon,” you promised.

He looked at you with a look in his eyes that made your chest tighten. “Be safe,” he murmured.

You climbed out of the car and pulled up the hood of your sweatshirt as you made your way inside the station. Your eyes scanned the rows of steel storage lockers until the landed on the one you were looking for. You made a lap around the station before approaching, eyes bouncing from face to face and scanning every nook and cranny, every corner where someone might hide. Satisfied that it was safe, you approached the locker as casually as you could.

The initial aura that hung around it seemed undamaged and you breathed a sigh of relief. Running your fingers around the edges of the door, you felt for the wards you had set. These, too, remained unbroken.

You whispered a few words and the door popped open. The contents within remained undisturbed and your legs jellied with relief. The canvas backpack was crammed into the back, same as you had left it, and you snatched it from the locker, rummaging around and doing a mental inventory. All of your charms and amulets seemed to be present and accounted for, but you kept digging until your fingers closed around what you were looking for. The rough wooden rod was there at the bottom, its warmth seeping into your hand and the carved runes pressing against your skin. You released a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. Gungnir was safe. You wrapped it in a silk cloth that had been tucked into one of the outer compartments of the bag and placed it back inside alongside a small number of vials and herbs before quickly making your way back out to the parking lot, conscious of the fact that your ten minutes was almost up.

Sweeney saw you coming and unlocked the doors. Tossing the bag into the footwell, you slid into the passenger seat and he immediately reached for the bag to begin rummaging through until he produced the cloth bundle. He unwrapped it and his jaw fell open.

“Are you serious? The trinket you were talking about was Gungnir?”

You nodded and he scrubbed his hands over his face.

“Christ, no wonder they were after you! You had Gungnir.”

You looked at him reproachfully. “Don’t take that tone with me.”

“Tone? You had one of the most powerful weapons on the planet in a bus locker and you’re worried about my tone? There’s no way we make it to Jack’s without dying, this might as well be a beacon for everything within a hundred miles!”

You flashed him a grin. “Ah, but therein lies the beauty of this old girl!” you crowed, smacking the dashboard. “She’s warded! Nigh impossible to find.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And you’re sure about this? Even with something this powerful?”

You chewed your lip. “Like 87% sure.”

His eyes bulged and he made a disbelieving sound. You glared at him. “I’ll say it again, no one’s forcing you to stick around,” you snapped. “If you don’t like it, no one’s making you put your ass on the line. I can get there just fine by myself.”

Sweeney didn’t say a word, but tightened his grip on the wheel and stared straight ahead.

“That’s what I thought,” you muttered.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he shot back.

“No, but it does mean you have to stop bitching. If I was forcing you to come with me I’d let you complain all you wanted, but let me remind you that you were the one that attached himself to me. So let me do what I need to do and shut the hell and fuck up about it.” You were beginning to get angry.

He didn’t answer but sulked in the driver’s seat. You rolled your eyes and flipped through the radio stations, settling on one that was blaring Alanis Morissette.

Sweeney groaned. “For chrissakes, can’t we listen to something else?”

“No. I’m not listening to your bullshit for the next ten hours.”

He made a face. “So I have to listen to yours?”

“It’s my car!”

“What happened to your rule about the driver picking the music?” he whined.

“When I’m driving,” you said, jabbing a finger at your chest for emphasis. “Otherwise it’s passenger DJ rules.”

“That feels rigged,” he grumbled. He opened his mouth to make what you could only assume was another smartass comment, but his eyes locked on something in the rearview mirror and his face paled. His hand shot out and gripped your thigh.

The sudden shift in his energy made you nervous. “What? What is it?”

He didn’t answer, but pressed his foot against the gas and the car leapt forward. You twisted in your seat to get a glimpse of what might’ve been after you. Three massive goat-headed figures were charging up the road after you, and they were closing the gap.

“Sweeney, what the fuck are those?” you demanded, unable to keep the tremor from your voice.

He swore. “Bocánaigh. He must’ve sent them, but I don’t know how—“

His words were drowned out by an earsplitting wail that turned your blood to ice. Something landed on the roof of the car with a thud and Sweeney jerked the steering wheel in an effort to throw it off, spewing profanities.

“Bran, the last time I saw one of these was…fuck it was millennia ago. Where did he find them?” Sweeney was talking more to himself than to you, but you still shook your head.

“I don’t know! I’ve never seen—“

Before you could finish your thought, there was a tremendous bang as one of the front tires exploded. The car swerved dangerously, but Sweeney managed to wrestle it to the shoulder of the road, narrowly avoiding colliding with a telephone pole.

Your eyes were squeezed shut and you white-knuckled your seat as you chanted every protection spell you could remember, sifting through the recesses of your mind for even the smallest thing that Circe had taught you that might help. You didn’t know what else to do.

“Is there any iron in here?” Sweeney demanded.

Your chanting stuttered. “Do I have any what?”

“Iron!” he bellowed. “Iron, do you have iron anywhere in this car?”

You blinked. “Horseshoe in the glovebox. Everything that was in the trunk is gone.”

He clenched his jaw. “It’ll have to do. Stay here, stay in this car, and pray to whoever the fuck might be listening that the enchantments Circe put on this thing hold.” He yanked the horseshoe from the glovebox, gripping it like makeshift brass knuckles in his fist, and launched himself from the car with a howl.

You returned to your incantations, doing your best to block the awful sounds. Every time one of Sweeney’s blows landed and the iron made contact with the flesh of the goat-headed men, you could hear their flesh sizzle and their screams of rage. You heard a nasty thwack followed by Sweeney grunting in pain as they head-butted him and did their damnedest to gore him with the curved and cruelly pointed horns that arced out of their heads.

You wracked your brain for something, anything, that you could do aside from sitting on your ass and muttering spells that may or may not have been working.

Sweeney’s head hit the ground with a sickening thud and you swallowed. Fuck it, you thought. If I’m going down, I’m going down swinging. You kicked open the car door, armed only with Sweeney’s pocketknife and a snarl.

You howled at the top of your lungs, slinging every word of Greek protection that Circe had taught you. The beasts turned to you, yellow eyes narrowing. Your heart picked up in your chest but you held fast, reciting the verses over and over, but they had no effect.

You opened your mouth to try again, but what came out was not Greek. It wasn’t any language that you knew and it certainly was not part of the meager arsenal Circe had armed you with, but the words flowed from your lips as though you had known them for years.

"Ceathrar a leag an tsúil, fear agus bean, buachaill agus cailín, triúr gortach, an tAthair, an Mac, agus an Spiorad Naomh!”*

The Bocánaigh hissed and cringed at your words and you moved towards them, more of that familiar-yet-unfamiliar language rolling off your tongue like you had never known another.

You picked up the horseshoe and began smashing your way through the three of them, your words never faltering, never slowing, until eventually the beasts fled.

After a moment, when you were sure the danger had gone, you hauled yourself to Sweeney’s slumped form against the side of the car.

“Hey dummy,” you said, crouching in front of him. “You okay?”

He groaned and rose to his feet, swaying slightly before sitting back down heavily. “I might be concussed.”

You nodded. “Yeah, you took a few slams to the noggin there. You hit the ground pretty hard, too. Other’n that though it doesn’t look like they did too much damage. Looks like your luck is holding.” You flashed him a grin, but he wouldn’t meet your eyes. Instead, his eyes skated over your face, suspicion knitting his brow.

“Yeah, those things might as well just be specters that pack a punch, can’t do much damage to someone like me.” His voice was distant, he was distracted. “You, though…there’s barely a scratch on ya. And what the hell was that? Where’d you learn Gaeilge like that?”

You shrugged. “I didn’t even know that that’s what that was. I was trying to recite a Greek incantation, but that came out instead. I guess I got lucky.” You paused as you realized what you said. “Hey now, see? I told you you had enough luck for the both of us.”

Sweeney shook his head. “No, that wasn’t luck, love. That was…that was something else. I think we need to have words with Wednesday.”

You hummed. “Fine, but we need to get him his thing first. Get in the passenger seat, princess, I’m driving the rest of the way.”

He made a face but did as you said.

“C’mon, up you get,” you grunted, pulling one of his arms over your shoulders. He groaned as you pulled him to his feet and led him around the car, gingerly lowering him into the passenger seat. “Big baby,” you teased.

He glowered at you, but there was no heat behind it. “I did just get the living daylights beat out of me.”

You laughed. “My knight in shining armor. We’ll stop and get you some Advil on the way, yeah?”

“An’ a bottle of whiskey.”

You gave him a mock salute. “Yessir, a bottle of Jamo should get you right as rain.”

You managed to make it the rest of the way to Knott County without incident, the ride passing much smoother once Sweeney got his Jameson and his painkillers. You sent a silent prayer of thanks to whoever it was that seemed to be looking out for you. Helping the ginger giant out of the car, the two of you made your way into the bar.

Instantly, the hair on the back of your neck stood on end as you were assaulted with the sounds and smells of Jack’s Crocodile Bar. You hated this place. As often as it had been the site of many rowdy nights and raucous fun, it was also the place where you had functionally sold your soul to the Devil. A devil with one eye and no care for anyone but himself.

You had hoped that you would have some time before the old man saw you, desperately needing a pint before whatever was about to happen, but it seemed that your luck did not extend that far. A familiar voice called your name, and it made your skin crawl.

The old man beckoned you to where he sat with a wide grin. Sweeney took the seat on his left and you took the one on his right. Wednesday had already ordered for you, a pint of lager sitting beside his glass of what you could only assume was Jack Daniels. The man had few vices, but apparently Tennessee whiskey was one of them. You eyed the pint glass suspiciously, not trusting anything he put in front of you.

“I see we have one more joining us,” he said jovially, clapping Sweeney on the shoulder. “Mad Sweeney! I wasn’t expecting you for another two days. Oh, this is delightful.” The Irishman grunted and flagged down the bartender and a few moments later a rum and coke was on the bar in front of him. You could see a muscle in his jaw feather as he grit his teeth.

“I’m not particularly in the mood for pleasantries,” you said coldly, reaching into your pack and producing the cloth bundle that held Gungnir. Wednesday’s cold eyes brightened and he reached for it, but you snatched it from his reach. “Payment first.”

He sighed. “Always business, never pleasure. When was the last time you sat and enjoyed a drink with an old friend?”

“We are not friends,” you sneered. “You are my employer and I am your employee. This is a business relationship.”

He pouted and then gave you a knowing look that made you want to poke out his other eye. “We know you’re more than that now, don’t we?”

“They were held by the Jotnar for almost a week,” Sweeney cut in. “Where were you?”

The old man looked at him coldly before producing a fat envelope from inside his jacket. “Payment, as agreed.” He turned to Sweeney. “And you! Let me buy you another round. Consider it thanks for bringing my favorite employee back to me in one piece.” His words oozed sarcasm. It made you itch.

“Weren’t for lack of trying on their part,” Sweeney muttered.

You cocked your head. “Yeah, about that. Some guy’s after your stick.”

Wednesday chuckled. “You’ll have to be more specific than that. There’s plenty of people that would love to get their hands on this.”

“Tall, dark, radiates fear? Ring any bells?” You were losing what little patience you had.

He shook his head. “Doesn’t sound familiar.”

“The Dark Man,” Sweeney snapped, clearly no more in the mood for games than you were.

Wednesday’s face remained impassive, but his eyes widened. Just a fraction, but it was enough. It wasn’t fear, but at the very least he was unsettled hearing the name.

“The Black Druid?” His voice was careful, measured. He knew something that he wasn’t telling you.

Something new and different, you thought bitterly, but you nodded. “He stole my car and seemed pretty keen on finding this.”

Wednesday’s face pinched and he sighed. “The Dark Man isn’t after this, I’m afraid. He’s after you.”

Your face paled and Sweeney gripped the glass he was holding so tightly that it shattered.

“What? What in the hell could he want with me?” you asked.

He sipped at his whiskey. “I believe you have something that he wants.”

You stared at him, mouth agape. “What could I possibly, possibly fucking have that he would want? I didn’t even know who he was two days ago!”

The old man didn’t answer, merely gazed at you with an indecipherable expression. “I’d be very careful if I were you,” he said simply, before downing the rest of his drink and taking his leave before you could so much as blink.

The two of you stared after him, dumbfounded. “Great, we’ve got more questions than we had when he got here and he left us with the tab,” you said, scowling at your untouched pint.

Sweeney knocked back a shot. “Wish I could say I was surprised.” He clapped a hand on your shoulder and pulled you from your seat. “C’mon, let’s do what we do best.”

You looked up at him. “Get shithoused?”

He knocked back another shot and slammed the glass against the wooden surface of the bar. “Get shithoused,” he grinned.

That was how, several hours later, you ended up standing on top of the bar, belting “Mr. Brightside” at the top of your lungs. Sweeney watched you with a smile on his face as you led the entire bar through the chorus.

The song finished and you swept your arms wide, a huge grin plastered on your face. You moved to take a bow and pitched too far forward almost immediately. The world fell out from under you as you toppled from the bar, but you never hit the concrete floor. Warm arms encircled you and you found yourself gazing into a familiar pair of green eyes.

“I think it might be time for us to go, love,” Sweeney said.

You looked up at him and giggled. “Awh, we can’t stop now! The party’s just getting started!”

He chuckled and set you on your feet, steadying you as you swayed. “Can’t believe I’m saying this, but I think we need to bow out. Before you split your skull.”

He pulled you out the door and you pouted. “Can’t believe my king is telling me the party’s over. Y’know, if you’d acted like this before Mag Rath we might not’ve lost.”

At your words, Sweeney’s blood turned to ice. “Wh-what did you just say?”

Something in your eyes had shifted. There was a wild and determined look in them now as you held up your hands. “Look, don’t get pissy with me. All’s I’m saying is if we’d been more careful, Donall wouldn’t’ve—“

“No. What do you mean ‘before Mag Rath’? How would you know anything about that battle?”

You flicked his nose. “I was there, dummy. I led your battalion like you aaaaasked and you still booked it. Not that I blame you, honestly. That shit was horrific.”

Sweeney stared at you like he had never seen you before. A memory flickered at the back of his mind.

“Go!” you bellowed. “Go, I’ll hold them off!” You raised your arms wide and a gust of wind ripped across the field, forcing Donall’s men back.

He blinked, his mind reeling. His lieutenant…

No. That wasn’t you. It couldn’t have been. That was almost two thousand years ago. That wasn’t you.

And yet…and yet. He couldn’t deny the magic that ran through you. The way the Irish incantations had pulled themselves from you like you had always known them. The way you were healing faster than you had any right to.

He grabbed you by the shoulders.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “What are you?”

That wild look in your eyes cleared and you stared at him in confusion. “I’m me? Sweeney, what? You’ve known me for years, you know—“

“Who are you?” he bellowed. “How do you know about Mag Rath?”

You flinched and backed away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, your voice shaking. “I don’t know what Mag Rath is. Sweeney, please, you’re scaring me.”

He stared at you, his expression frantic. “What about what you just said? About us losing and Donall…” he trailed off. You were looking at him with so much fear written on your face it made his chest ache. “Do you remember what you just said to me?” he asked slowly.

“I…I don’t…I fell off the bar and you caught me and then we were outside and then you were yelling at me.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He gripped his hair in his fists. You didn’t remember. You didn’t remember what you had just said to him, you didn’t remember fighting at his side. And he didn’t remember you. Why didn’t he remember you?

“What did you do before you worked for Wednesday?” he barked.

“I-I dunno. I don’t remember what I did, I don’t remember what my life was.” You were crying now. “Before Wednesday, everything is blank.”

He knew this. You had told him this before, that Wednesday had found you wandering through northern Minnesota, half-frozen and with no memory to speak of. But now…he had to wonder. Did Wednesday happen upon you by chance? Or had he lied? Knowing the old man, the latter was far from impossible or even unlikely.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I think we need to get some answers,” he murmured against your hair. “But first, let’s get you to bed.”

*"Four who set the eye, man and woman, boy and girl, three sick, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit!"

tagged: @imaginethatneathuhpartdos @kind-wolf

#mad sweeney imagine #mad sweeney x reader #mad sweeney reader insert #american gods imagine #american gods x reader #american gods reader insert #bear writes

[plotandburn]

Harry Gets adopted by

not at the same time, mind you. This prompt can take two routes:

Harry gets adopted by Sweeney Todd: Todd finds Harry during his 15 years of exile and raises him from a baby into a teen,teaching him both to how to be a barber and how to be a killer. At the end of the movie, When Toby kills Todd for killing Mrs.Lovett, Harry kills Tobby for doing the same thing to his dad.

2. Harry gets adopted by Mrs. Lovett: ok Lovett teaches him how to cook and,after the events of the movie conclude, him and Tobby live on the streets together,since Harry dosen't kill him on this route, given that Lovett is also his mom. He never trusts Todd.

In both cases Harry gets found by Dumbledore and Snape and brought into Hogwarts thus changing everything.

Recommended ships:

Harry Lovett: ....the sky is the limit.

Harry Todd: i think he would be better paired off with a slytherin as they would be more understanding of his motivations so....no lions for him.

Rules:

No reader-inserts, self-inserts or unhappy endings are allowed.

spanking, watersports, extremely underage ships or parent/child incest are only allowed if portrayed on a negative light.

Peter Petigrew and Dolores Umbridge must be bashed

Dumbledore must be gay and atracted to Grindewalt and Grindewalt alone.

poor grammar is not allowed (you don't need a beta but at least use grammarly some form of grammar corrector)

You are not allowed to bash Severus Snape, Sirius Black,Draco Malfoy or Remus Lupin

Hagrid can only be paired with Madame Maxine and no one else

8. Mad Eye Moody and Amelia Bones can't be paired with anyone

9. Minerva Mcgonagal can only be paired with Poppy Pomfrey or anyone on the staff that she never taugh herself.

10. Crabbe and Goyle can only be paired with Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Milicent Bulstrode, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbot, each other or an Oc.

11. you may use the songs in the fict if you want but in this Au, Sweeney Todd is not a musical so no singing unless it makes sense. I also recomend having the characters being the composer of the songs.

#harry potter #plot bunny #harry potter gets adopted by #harry potter is raised by othes #pro severus snape #pro sirius black #pro snape

[dw-writes]

The Invasion...Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Mad Sweeney could not recall the last true believer he had. Sure, he’d been brought over as one of the Fair Folk, but it was different. A sliver of the truth, a dim shadow of what he was really owed. The belief of someone who followed traditions, not him.

That changed when he arrived in Cairo.

That changed when he laid eyes on you and he found that one didn’t have to believe in the myth to believe in the man.

A/N: I’M GONN CRY GUYS THIS CHAPTER IS FINALLY DONE!!! AND ITS A DOOZY (especially if you’ve seen the preview!!)

I hope that you guys enjoy this!! And that you have fun!! PLEASE let me know what you think of this chapter. I worked VERY hare on it and its??? Honestly, some of the scenes and such are some of my FAVORITES so far.

ENJOY!!!

Chapters: Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four  || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve || Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Fourteen-ish || Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty || Chapter Twenty-One || Chapter Twenty-Two Requests: Mad Sweeney and The Holidays || The Invasion and the Stressful Blows One Shots: The Invasion and That One Thankful Holiday || The Invasion and the Weight of Change || Eyes On You

The Invasion and the Rose-Colored Glasses

You leaned against the wall, blinking absently at the floor. Where were you?

Ostara’s mansion. Fucking Ostara, goddess of the spring. Her bunnies had greeted you and Sweeney and Laura upon arriving and herded you up a set of stairs to the second floor, avoiding the active party in another room. You frowned.

What were you doing?

You were there for Laura, to make her alive again, yeah, but what were you doing?

You tapped your finger against the sleek plastic of an old styled phone. It was ringing. Who were you calling? You rubbed your fingers over your forehead.

The line clicked. “Thank you for calling Lemnos. How may I direct your call?” asked a woman. Her voice was low and melodious, snapping you out of your dissociating scramble. You gave her your sister’s name. The woman hesitated. “May I ask whose calling?” You sighed and gave her your name. You really didn’t have time for this. But what did you have time for? “Oh!” said the woman, “One moment please.”

You slumped against the wall. The vintage rotary phone sat on a small table next to you. It had a cord long enough to let you sit on the floor, which you did with a sigh. A gentle quartet danced in your ear. What lovely waiting music. You closed your eyes. You could fall asleep to it.

The line clicked. “You know,” drawled a man’s voice – a voice that was certainly not your sister, which made you scowl and open your eyes, “Rose is very envious that you’re at Ostara’s party. She doesn’t even get an invite to that, and Rose gets an invitation to everything.”

Your mind scrambled again. “Ignius?” you whispered after a moment. Your eyes darted around the room; Laura was busy staring at a wall of books; Sweeney was flopped on a sofa almost too small for him, glaring at the ceiling, his head turning just a bit at the lowering of your voice. You cleared your throat. “How--?”

“We were tracking your phone since you last turned it on,” he answered, “And by we, I mean my new head of security. Your sister.”

You sat up. “I called to talk to her,” you said.

Sweeney’s head turned fully towards you, his eyes searching your face.

“Yes, I know,” replied Ignius.

Your scowl turned into a frustrated bunch. “Lemme talk to her,” you demanded.

“Now, just a moment,” said the god with an obvious pout, “Maybe I want to talk to you. Make sure you’re alright.” Make sure you hadn’t fallen into a pit you couldn’t escape, said the stretch of silence afterwards.

“It’s not fair to you to be stuck in the middle of this bullshit when you don’t even have the slightest idea of what’s going on.”

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Of course,” said Ignius, “We know where the mansion is. Someone can come get you if you stay there.”

Sweeney rose from the sofa.

“No,” you said, looking up at him. The leprechaun grunted as he fell to the floor next to you. You cleared your throat, then rubbed it. “No, I’m okay.”

Ignius hesitated. You wondered if he had ever hesitated before. “Alright.” Then, he sighed. “Alright,” he repeated. “Do you need another phone? I can have one sent to you by tonight.”

You twirled the cord of phone around your finger. “I probably shouldn’t have one,” you said with a silent acknowledgment of your job, “But I wouldn’t mind it. Security blanket.”

“Safety net,” said the god in agreement, “It’ll be there by sundown,” then, curtly, “I’ll transfer you.”

“Ignius?” you whispered. The hold music didn’t play. “Thank you.” For the help, for the advice, for listening, for caring, for telling you that someone cared.

He hesitated again. “Anytime.” Then, the quartet met your ear again.

(Something bloomed in your chest. It brought thoughts of a star cutting through the sky and a silent wish.)

You sagged in relief. Sweeney cleared his throat, then looped his arm over your shoulders and pulled you to him. You turned your head into his chest just as your chin started to tremble. His fingers combed through your hair.

(If you listened, you would have heard him humming.)

Your sister answered after a minute. Sweeney held you as you spoke to her, spilled everything that swirled around in your head from the moment you stepped into the truck to when she picked up her phone – the anxiety, the fear, the spiral down into your own thoughts.

“Do I need to come get you?” she asked when you could no longer talk, having dissolved into hiccups and soft sniffles. “I can. I have access to a jet now. A fuckin’ jet. I could bet there in an hour.”

You felt the fingers in your hair, smelled the wilderness that surrounded you – petrichor and rot, metal and sap, dirt, and grass, and death beneath the soil – and the peaceful quiet of your friends, and rubbed your fingers into your eyes. “No,” you answered, “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, “Like, really sure?”

“Yes, nes.”

“Positive?”

Sweeney’s arm around your neck kept you from throwing your head back in exasperation. “Oh? My god.”

(A few of the Jesuses on the first floor looked up. They weren’t offended, only curious as to why you brought them up at all.)

“I’m worried,” your sister argued.

Sweeney started to snicker. You craned your neck to look at him – could he hear her?

“Yeah, I know you are,” you griped.

“I’m allowed to be worried!”

You groaned and pushed your way out of Sweeney’s grip. He thumped his head back against the wall and laughed. “I’m gonna hang up on you,” you said as you stood, making sure to kick his leg for good measure.

“Okay, but are you actually okay?” she asked. You paced across the floor, swinging the phone base in one hand, flinging the cord around on the floor. Laura jumped over it to examine the other side of the room. Sweeney kicked a foot out to trip her. She kicked him instead, eliciting a swear. “Hey, you there?” your sister asked.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said as you watched the two people in front of you, shaking your head. “I’m okay.”

“More than okay!” Laura shouted. She stepped towards you to loudly say, “You know about Ginger Minge, right?”

“Who?” asked your sister, “Who is that?”

“Would you fuck off?” you said, lightly swinging your leg in Laura’s direction. She gently batted it away. “That’s Laura. She’s a friend.”

“She’s a cunt!” Sweeney shouted.

“What is going on right now?” your sister asked.

You laughed. It felt good to laugh. “It’s a long story. I’ll tell you soon, though, okay?” you said.

“Alright...” She cleared her throat. “I’m glad you’re okay.” Okay physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally.

“Me too,” you said physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, “Love you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you!” both Laura and Sweeney shouted. You hung up the phone and swung it violently, arching the phone cord through the air to smack them both. Sweeney held his hands out to take the phone cradle, which you handed over with a huff.

“Why are we here?” you asked after a moment. You hugged yourself, fingers twisting into the many layers you wore. You shrugged Sweeney’s shirt off, then your sweatshirt, and cringed at the wafting odor that hit your nose. For a moment, you honestly believed that you smelt worse than Laura.

“Uh, for me?” said the Dead Wife with a wave of her hand. She tucked her arms tight around her chest. You flung the clothes onto your flaccid bag as she said, “So I can live? Because there’s literally an army of Jesuses downstairs that we can walk up to and get this over with.”

Sweeney straightened. You very much noticed.

“What’s the plural of Jesus, anyway?” you asked instead of pointing out the change in your leprechaun. Your fingers traced the chain of your necklace and twirled the charm between your fingers. The coin. Your coin. Fuck, you felt like Laura, too.

“Jesuses,” said Laura with a wave of her hand, “It’s a ‘s’ word.”

“God--”

(The Jesuses looked at the ceiling again.)

“--English is such a stupid language,” you muttered.

“Least you didn’t have to learn it,” grumbled Sweeney.

You snorted. “Yeah.” Scrubbing your face, you sighed and looked around. “Where do you think the bathroom is?” you murmured, “I’d kill for a shower.”

A bunny – fluffy and white – appeared in the door as soon as your sentence disappeared into the air. It sat back on its haunches, nose wiggling, eyes on you. Its ears popped up, then down. You moved towards it.

“Uh,” Laura’s voice cut through the silence. You turned around. “Is that smart?”

“’s fine,” Sweeney groaned as he adjusted himself against the wall, “One o’ Ostara’s.”

“Who?” Laura asked as you spun back to the bunny.

It dropped down onto its front legs and hopped down the hall. You followed. Something dragged behind you, drawing your attention, and you glanced back to see two more bunnies pulling your duffle after you. You waited until they caught up, then scooped the thing onto your shoulder and followed your leaders to the bathroom.

It was massive, with marble floors that stretched away from you in all directions, and a shower that had no door, but allowed you to walk around a corner into instead. You kicked off your shoes before you peeked into it and felt the floor warm beneath your feet. You sighed in bliss.

You took your time in the bathroom, which seemed to be the intention of the rabbits: they appeared when you had fished out the last pair of clean clothes you had and took your duffle away, leaving you alone and naked. There were an array of soaps and conditioners and washes and lotions all through the bathroom, and you partook in all of them with glee. You hadn’t felt so clean in your life!

You hummed as you dried yourself with a large, fluffy towel, glancing out the high window to see the beautifully maintained garden outside. You wished you could take a picture – your sister would love it. You wrapped the towel around yourself and wandered to the sink. A plethora of skincare products awaited you, and you smiled, your skin already thanking you for the tender love and care. When had you last done something so kind to yourself?

Muffled voices floated in from the hall. You immediately recognized them both, then heard a solid thump and a painful yelp. You tucked the towel together and yanked open the door to a sight you hadn’t expected but weren’t terribly surprised by: Laura, holding Sweeney up against the wall at shoulder height, his balls in a vice grip. A woman you didn’t recognize stood right by the door. She clapped her hands, drawing your attention away from your leprechaun’s pained cries for help, and the brightness of her took your breath away.

“Oh, I know you,” she said as she moved closer, cupping your cheeks. You felt more plush bunnies hop past you into the room. “The esteemed godsend,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry?” you asked.

“You’re Wednesday’s little helper, right?” she asked. She brushed a piece of your hair back. She smelled like fresh flowers. “The one who grants the favors?”

A literal godsend. You couldn’t help but scoff at the realization.

“I’m Ostara,” she whispered. Her fingers trailed over the curved of your skull. “My little ones told me about your medicine. You’ll have more tonight, if you stay,” she said. Her hands moved from your cheeks to gently hold your head, and she sighed. “I wish I could help you, dear. Take it all away. You’ve done far too much for that old man to suffer anything at all.”

“I’m sorry, you’re kinda going over my head,” you stuttered. She knew about your meds? And about your mental illness? And then there was the fact that Ostara – the literal goddess Ostara, after whom the name Easter was born – was holding you like a loved one and apologizing to you? What was happening? Had your luck changed?

“What god killed me?!” shouted Laura over your thoughts. She squeezed Sweeney’s balls tighter, and he choked.

“Wednesday!” he shouted. Laura dropped him like a rock. You blinked. “It was Wednesday,” Sweeney croaked. He held himself and drew his knees up, thumping his head against the wall. “You were killed fer Wednesday.”

“I mean, you gotta go now, so? What’s in Indiana? What don’t you wanna tell me?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“I did something. I didn’t want to, but he told me it needed to be done, that I had to do it, ‘else he wouldn’t hold up his end of our deal.”

“Why you comin’ to Eagle Point?”

“Not too many reasons a pretty wife gets in a car with another man.”

It was too much, your mind said, it was all too much.

Ostara felt you pulling away from the world, disconnecting the thread that held you to the present, and smoothed her thumbs over your cheeks with a faint, “Oh, my dear.”

You squeezed her wrist, dislodged yourself, and turned back to the bathroom, letting the door shut with a soft click. You floated somewhere between awake and aware as you stared at the bunnies. They had brought you the last of your clean clothes – a nice pair of pants, which were wrinkled in every place – and a plain tee shirt. You changed, towel dried your hair, and stared at yourself in the mirror.

Who was it that stared back? The fullness of your cheeks had faded, shaping around the bones beneath. Your pants were a little looser and threatened to fall off your hips. Even your shirt fit oddly. All the walking, all the stress, all the small meals and possibly the closeness with divinity had physically changed you. The door squeaked a bit as the bunnies left and squeaked again when they returned with a pair of suspenders from somewhere. You took them and donned them and stared again at your reflection.

The coin hung in the hollow of your throat. Your hair hung in damp waves. Your clothes hung at awkward angles.

You traced the lighter patch of skin on your temple, remembering Bast’s rough tongue over a gash you had never seen.

Who were you looking at? Your name almost didn’t feel right anymore, having belonged to a person that lived in Cairo, that worked to live to the next day, that struggled to know why they were there. The person that stared at you didn’t live in Cairo. They still tried to live to the next day, but the road was smoother, the potholes filled in by gods and goddesses and wandering believers and undead women and a leprechaun that really was a fae beneath the gold in his beard and the blood on his knuckles.

You tucked your hair behind one ear and the names that had been given to you filled your mind one by one.

Who were you?

(Maybe the name your mother gave you would return someday.)

You didn’t know.

You laced up your well-worn sneakers, brushed a thumb over one of the patches and thought of Hody, then left the bathroom.

“You and that little informant,” said Ostara as she watched you walk away. Sweeney didn’t look up, too busy still squeezing his eyes shut and trying to wish the pain away. “You’re--”

“Fuck off,” Sweeney grunted. He thumped his head back against the wall and sighed, opening his eyes to stare at the wall across from him. Laura had wandered away when she dropped him, and you had walked down to the party. He thumped his head back again. How was he going to explain himself to you? His hands lifted from his crotch to hold his necklace with both hands.

The goddess tsked as she turned to him. “You know I’m right,” she hummed. She offered him a hand. She did have manners, after all.

Sweeney eyed her delicate palm and slapped his hands against the wall, shuffling up it with a barely contained groan. “Dunno what yer talkin’ about,” he grumbled.

Ostara arched an eyebrow, but shrugged, and looked down the stairs you had descended, knowing just where you stood, and who you spoke to. She patted the leprechaun’s chest and sniffed. “You know,” she mused, “Spring is the perfect time for new beginnings.”

Sweeney only shrugged, trying to disappear into his jean coat. He wasn’t fond of being so seen, read so thoroughly, especially when he wasn’t too sure of the things that were being read. “Fuck off with that hippie shit,” he whispered.

She balled up her hand and punched him square in the shoulder, her nose wrinkling. “Yer in love,” she said, “Deal with it. And take a shower.” Her shoes clicked as she took off down the hall and went down the stairs.

Ostara’s mansion really was beautiful. You paused as you descended the stairs, gripping the rail with both hands and leaning on it. Even without the literal power that rippled through the air, you would have thought it was magical. You couldn’t remember any of the details from your walk into the manor, but you made sure to take your time in examining it all the second time around. You counted several iterations of Jesus in your first sweep, then a Virgin Mary. A man lounged on one of the many sofas, absently stroking one of the two long and vibrant green feathers that hung from a single earring in his right ear. He glanced up, grinned, and was at your side in an instant, buttoning his coat as he leaned on the rail.

“When I heard the old man from the north had gotten himself a new lacky, I never thought I’d get to meet ‘em,” he mused.

Your eyes wandered over him, took in his thick brown hair that had a sheen of red in the sun, the feathers that rested on his shoulder, the bright skulls that covered his lapels in beautiful and colorful beadwork. His chest was bare beneath the suit coat, which let him show off the stamped metal plate he wore as a necklace, something thick and worn, not unlike what you’d imagine a piece of breastplate would look like. When you wandered up to his face, you were met by brilliant clay brown eyes with narrow pupils that took in your every detail. The man grinned. He had fangs.

A name whispered through your mind, bringing images of step pyramids and small birds and celebrations as a shadow formed on stone.

“Quetzalcoatl,” you said.

“Oh, please, my name is Teoxihuitl now. Please,” he said, holding out his hand. You took it. “You really know how to identify a god, huh?”

“It’s become a talent,” you said, then introduced yourself. If felt wrong. You said it anyway.

Teoxihuitl tilted his head towards you. “You came in with that leprechaun?” he asked. He let his hands dangle over the rail. You nodded. There was something in his voice – no, something under it – that made you listen. “Word of advice?” he said.

Your eyes narrowed as two familiar faces walked into the living room, and something rang like a sharp bell in your head – Shadow Moon, the fucking familiar name, you finally knew where you had remembered it from, why you had thought of your sister when you first met him. You thought about calling her after the party, to let her know who you had run into.

“Sure,” you finally said to the god at your shoulder.

“Be careful.” You met his gaze again. It was the steely brown of frozen earth in the dead of winter. “He’s more than what he knows,” he mused.

“And what does that mean?” you asked.

His fingers stroked the feathers that hung at his ear. He plucked one. It changed in his hand, split apart into two feathers, with a single earring hook that he painless slid into your ear lobe. When he pulled his hand back, you saw that the earring he had removed the feather from was intact – two feathers, each shining in the spring sun from the windows. You touched your new gift. They just brushed your shoulder, long, but not cumbersome, and were silky smooth.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he mused. He pressed a soft kiss to the scar on your temple, and was gone, wandering back down into the party, meeting a small woman in a gown covered in embroidered flowers, who stood with a man that lingered at her elbow. They made that feeling in the back of your head tingle, especially when Teoxihuitl pulled the woman outside and the man stared longingly after her.

You touched the coin at your throat as you made your way down to the floor.

Shadow stood awkwardly by a couch, holding a drink, watching one of the many Jesuses wander past. You shoulder checked the broad man with a smile. “Hey, stranger,” you said.

Shadow jumped. He held the glass in his hand out away from him, making sure that he didn’t stain the gorgeous suit that he wore.

You plucked a piece of lint off his lapel. “This looks familiar,” you mused. You could have sworn that you heard the hum of the machine as you rubbed the stitching between your fingers. You wondered when you would see Mr. Nancy again. You kinda missed him.

“Got it from Mr. Nancy,” replied Shadow with an air of confusion, “You were with Sweeney.” He tilted his head. “You look different.”

“Do I?” you asked. You smoothed your hands over your pants. “Hey, so, I’ve been trying to figure out where I know you, and I finally placed it.”

“You know me?” His voice lilted with hilarity and he smiled. It looked good on him. He stepped closer to you, declining his head towards yours. “I’m so glad you’re here, you know,” he whispered, “I think we’re the only normal people here.”

“Normal is relative,” you mused.

“You sound like Laura,” he sighed. He took a drink.

You snorted, then cleared your throat. “I’ve been around her a lot,” you said. He arched an eyebrow, his eyes scanning the room with a faint panic in them. You poked his chest to regain his attention. “No, I know you from somewhere else. Not this shit. My sister knows you.”

“I know your sister?” he said. He took another drink.

You hummed. “You met her at a flower shop in Chicago fifteen years ago.” He choked on his drink, his eyes widening. You smiled. There was recognition there. “You guys have been sharing letters for years?” you added. You shrugged. “I thought I recognized your name the first time I heard it, but I didn’t make the connection until now.”

Shadow dragged his hand over his chin while the tension in his shoulders ebbed away. “Holy shit,” he whispered. His hand covered his mouth, and his eyes darted around the room. No one seemed to have heard him. “I didn’t recognize you,” he said. He squeezed your arm. “Fifteen years? Really?”

You nodded. Your fingers found the ring on your thumb. You’d forgotten it was there, but you twisted it around once you touched it. “Sure has been,” you said. You bumped your shoulder against his as the two of you wandered between gods of then and gods of now. “Why are you here?” you asked.

“Wednesday wanted to talk to that Ostara,” he said. He stuttered a bit. Whatever he drank must have loosened his tongue. “Did you see her? She’s like a walking breath of fresh air.”

Out on the patio, where the goddess was – when she had slipped past you, you had no idea – a breeze kicked up and ruffled her dress, carrying with it a vibrant butterfly that perched on her hair. She gently laughed.

You shrugged. “Do you know who she is?” you asked.

“I’m afraid to ask,” answered Shadow. He took another long look at a pale skinned Jesus whose stigmata was not bleeding and polished off his drink. “Is this real?”

You squeezed your hands together in front of you. “Yeah.”

“Are you one of them?”

You snorted, “Fuck, no,” and it felt like a lie. Mr. Wednesday headed out to the patio. You nudged Shadow, then wandered towards the door.

There was Ostara. She stood with a woman you didn’t recognize, who danced across the stones with a faceless man in a tuxedo, who you absolutely did recognize: you’d seen him at Syne’s, and at the bus stop, and at the gas station. And then there were two of him, and four, and eight. You swallowed and stepped back. Beneath the fresh cut grass and flower perfume was the smell of burning dust and electrical heat that you would have been able to pick out anywhere, that reminded you of days home sick watching television, sacrificing hours to it while you prayed to be well again.

“We’ve seen you.”

You took another step back. One of the faceless men vibrated, and split, and from the split came a blonde boy in a modified suit and he spoke but all you heard was his voice saying, “We hear you.”

Your blood pulsed in your ears.

(Remember, fear is based on the belief that something is real.)

You were breathing hard, so hard that Shadow placed a hand on your back. You thought he said something – someone said something – either Shadow, or Ostara, or Wednesday who had appeared on your other side. The woman’s eyes scanned your face and she smiled and her mouth moved but you couldn’t hear her.

The kid you could hear, though, when he snorted and rubbed his ear and said, “I think there’s a short circuit in that brain there.”

Another faceless man shivered and changed, but into another person, a man in a fitted tux, who smiled and clasped the top of a cane as he talked.

Your face tingled. Your head hurt. Your vision was starting to tunnel. Shadow’s arm slid around your back and his fingers dug into your ribs as he held you up.

Thunder rumbled in your ears and voice rolled beneath it, old and weathered, carried on the winds of dark storms and hurricanes, saying names, listing names, giving dozens of introductions until the voice rang clear and Mr. Wednesday said, “I am Odin!”

You had known since you had met him but the statement shocked you like some misguided lightning bolt and made you numb. He waved his hand. The faceless men were struck by white hot tridents of electricity from a suddenly cloudy sky and collapsed.

You remembered the temperature dropping, and the feeling of petals on your cheeks, but the rest of the afternoon was blank.

You slowly blinked at Shadow, who knelt in front of you, in front of a bed that you were sitting on. He shook your hands gently. His thumbs rubbed circles over the backs of them. He smiled a smile that illuminated the room more than any light you had seen when your glazed eyes finally met his.

“Hey, you’re back,” he said. He was missing his coat – no, it was on you, a few sizes too big, and warm but not the warmest thing you’d worn. Shadow stood and smoothed your hair back. “You went away for a bit,” he murmured, “Where’d you go?”

“Um,” you said. Your voice cracked. You licked your lips and swallowed the smallest amount of saliva you could muster. “Could I have some water?” you asked in reply.

Shadow looked around the room and stuttered out a yes. You pulled the coat closer around you. You were in a bedroom, probably still in the mansion from the looks of the hand carved furniture and the distant walls. The bed was comfortable, and you tucked your feet under your knees on the corner of it. The door to the room was open and in the frame was Laura, her arms crossed, her eyes following Shadow as he slipped past her with a whispered, “’scuse me,” and disappeared from view.

“He knows my sister,” you rasped.

“The pen pal,” said Laura. She pushed away from the door. “Yeah, I heard.” She sat next to you. Her coat rattled. She removed a bottle and held it out to you. “These came for you while you were,” she shrugged and shook the bottle, “Whatever.”

The bottle was heavy when you finally took it from her. It felt like it would fall from your hands and shatter on the wood floor. You clutched it between both hands.

“A phone came for you, too,” she murmured. You nodded. “Sweeney put it in your backpack.”

“Backpack?” you asked.

She shrugged. “I guess the rabbits didn’t think your duffle cut it anymore,” she replied.

Shadow returned with a pitcher in one hand and a glass in the other. Someone lingered in the door frame. He didn’t enter. You didn’t look over. You took the glass with a gentle, “Thank you,” drained it, watched Shadow fill it again, then took one of the pills in the bottle. You finished the second glass.

“We’re staying the night,” Shadow said as he put the pitcher down on the side table. He cleared his throat. “Heading to the Rock tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you said.

Laura nudged your shoulder and stood. She left, followed by Shadow, but the other man stayed. You shrugged the coat off.

He said your name in a voice so small and fragile that you expected it to be broken when spoken but it didn’t. You did. Your shoulders hunched around your ears and you wrapped your arms as tight as you could around your legs, squeezing them tight, digging your blunt nails into your bare arms. The floor creaked as he moved into the room and shut the door.

“Why do you work for him?” you whispered.

Sweeney cleared his throat. “Offered me a deal,” he said, “I work for him, he gives me the war that I was meant to die in.” The truth poured out. It felt good. He sat next to you and the new dip in the bed made you lean towards him. You didn’t move your arms from around your knees and he didn’t move to touch you any more than he already was.

“You’re gonna leave me,” you whispered. He flinched. “After everything, you’re gonna just leave me?”

He rasped, “No,” and it came out scratching his throat, struggling to stay behind his teeth so that he wouldn’t lie to you.

(But it wasn’t a lie, said a voice in his ear, he didn’t know if he wanted that war where he’d die in the end anymore. He would miss your voice if he left you alone.)

“You’re a liar,” you hiccupped. You unfolded yourself and pushed away from the bed. A manic laugh bubbled up between your lips. “See? You’re not a leprechaun. Leprechaun are faeries, and faeries can’t lie, and you just lied to me!” You paced across the room, turned around, and paced back. Sweeney intercepted your path and enveloped you in his arms, squeezed you tight as the bubbling giggles dissolved into wavering sobs.

(Every inch of you decided you were safe the moment his arms wrapped around you. It meant you could let go of everything that had happened, everything that scared you, and worried you, and ate away at what you once believed in to try and get at the new belief that hid under it.)

You balled the back of his shirt between both hands and muffled your cries against his chest. He folded around you, buried his face in the top of your head, and took it all in silence. “You killed her,” you wailed, “You killed for him. You killed Laura, how could you? How?”

He didn’t answer you. He just held you: he held you until the words disappeared and the crying subsided; he held you until his fingers ached; he held you until you were falling asleep against him. He scooped you up and placed you gently on the bed, then peeled your clothes off as gingerly as he could until you were only clad in your shirt and underwear. Sweeney’s eyes lingered, and he memorized how your skin felt when he tugged your pants down your thighs.

There were so many things that he wanted to do as he stared down at your exhausted, slumbering form and every single one of them drove home the fact that Ostara was right.

He folded your clothes and shoved them into the backpack by the bed. Then, he pulled the heavy comforter over you, tucked it around your shoulders, and left the room.

Sweeney leaned back against the door when he shut it, scrubbing a hand over his hair, your tiny voice echoing in his ears until it was all that he could hear. He slapped his hand against the wood and shoved himself away from it, stalking down the hall towards his own room, then turning around and ducking into the bathroom. He stripped. He showered. He swore when he tried to get out and found that his clothes were missing, and the door was open.

Sweeney stole a towel before he wandered to his room, using it to dry his hair and his nude body instead of covering himself up. A bunny hopped between his feet and led him through the door. There were a handful inside, dragging his cleaned clothes over furniture and curled up in small white balls on the bed. But one sat on its hind legs and pawed at the air for his attention. This bunny stood on a table against the wall. A small bouquet of flowers sat neatly bound by its feet.

“Yer in love. Deal with it.”

“Fuck,” he growled. The coin on his chest was hot. He twisted it between his fingers and glared at the floor. When did it happen? How? He scrambled through his thoughts to find the exact moment that he fell in love. Was it the crash? No, it was before that. It had to be. Was it when he watched you star gaze? He’d felt it then – he knew he did, because his heart tried to escape his chest with every one of your excited movements. Was it when you gave him the coin? Was it when he killed the Dead Wife? Was it before?

Was it before?

He thought of the first time he saw you, curled up on your threadbare couch, fast asleep in the middle of the day. He thought of the weeks that followed, and his continuous visits, with the last night movies and the gentle conversations and the feel of you leaning on his arm as you started to drift away. He thought of the many times that he had held you while you slept so that you’d stay warm and wouldn’t have to move, thought of all the judgmental looks Bast gave him as he continued to watch the terrible movies you had picked out, thought of all the times you thought of him and his heart gave a traitorous flip behind his ribs.

He’d fallen in love with you so, so long ago, and it was only now that he realized it, and he cursed so loud and sharp and violently that the bunnies around him jumped and scurried away.

He’d fallen in love with you and now you were stuck in Wednesday’s carefully spun plot, watched by the gods of old and the gods of new and the gods between them both, and you had no way of getting out.

He’d fallen in love with you and brought you into a mess that he desperately wanted to save you from.

Sweeney dropped his head back. His fingers found the soft petals of the flowers. An idea formed and spurred him across the room to grab his pants. He’d take you away – steal you off into the night like the fae did centuries ago – and the two of you could live and he could love you and it would be fine.

It would be fine.

(It wouldn’t be fine said the hole in the Hoard where a king’s treasure once sat.)

You slept fitfully.

The sun glared into your eyes, and you rolled to try to and avoid it. However, a pair of callused hands rolled you back, and shook your shoulders. You opened your eyes to a dark room and a man leaning over you, his familiar blue eyes so wide that the whites of them glowed.

“Apollo?” you mumbled.

He hauled you to your feet. “They’re coming for you,” he whispered. He dragged you from the room and across the hall, to the familiar bathroom. You stumbled after him, swearing as you smacked against the door frame. The man pulled you in front of the sink and looped his arms around you. In one hand was the Book, which he shoved into your palm, and the other held a match that burst into flame when he placed it between your fingers. He pushed the two together.

“Hey, what are you doing?” you slurred. It was hard to focus, hard to resist – like your limbs were still lifeless. The Book caught fire – Apollo made sure that it did. “Stop…!”

“They want what you know,” he whispered in your ear. His hands left yours. A bowl appeared beneath them. The ashes from the Book floated down as it was destroyed. “They want this. They know you have it, and they want it but they can’t have it if it doesn’t exist,” he continued. The smell of the pages coated your nose and throat. You coughed. It continued to burn. “They can’t hurt you if the Book only exists in your mind,” he said.

You lowered what remained of the Book to the bowl, where it smoldered and crackled.

“I like you, Starlight,” said Apollo as the match burned down to your fingers, “I don’t want you to di—”

“Ow.” Your eyes snapped open at the pain of the flame on your fingers. You dropped the match into the bowl, blinking hard as its small flame engulfed what was left of all your hard work. You looked up at the mirror and found only yourself. There was no Apollo standing behind you, guiding your hands, telling you things. Only you and the wisps of your hard work going up in smoke.

You shoved your burnt finger into your mouth as you search the bathroom for something to hold the ashes. Maybe someone could fix it for you? There was magic! They were gods! They could do it, right? You found a small box of plastic baggies in one draw and shook one free, carefully pouring every last bit of warm ash into the bag and sealing it tight. You stared at it and sighed. All your hard work, literally just…gone. Up in smoke. You laughed a little, then wandered back to your room and pushed the bag into your backpack, staring at all of the clothes that were folded up neatly inside. You zipped it closed.

“Well, well, well,” said a voice that crawled up your spine. You whipped around, breath catching, eyes growing wide at the sight of the young blonde man that stood in your door. He arched an eyebrow, then bowed. “It’s an honor,” he said sarcastically.

“Who are you?” you asked. You backed against the side table. Your hands wandered the front of the bag in search of a place that your pocketknife could be, or something you could use to bludgeon.

The young man straightened and sighed loudly. “I’m the Technical Boy,” he drawled. He wandered towards you. “And we’re taking a walk.”

“I don’t think so,” you snarled. Your fingers trembled. You couldn’t even find the zippers! And what did Sweeney teach you? He’d taught you to fight, but you couldn’t recall a single thing as the Technical Boy moved closer to you, his nostrils flaring as he snorted.

“I don’t recall giving you the option,” he stated.

Two hands slapped over your mouth, others over your arms, and you were hauled off the ground and backwards, back through a window, carried out by faceless men who handled you like a doll. Another followed you with your bag in their hands. The Technical Boy ducked through last, and pulled the window shut.

“We have a lot to talk about,” you heard him muse.

You kicked, and thrashed, and tried to scream, but nothing mattered – you were carried straight into a limo, where another pair of hands wrapped a long gag over your mouth, and yet another shoved a sack over your head. You shouted, squirmed, kicked out with your unbound legs.

The Technical Boy grunted when your foot connected with something. “Don’t just sit there!” he snapped, “Deal with this!”

Something hard bashed into your temple a single time, and the world just stopped.

Sweeney stared at the bed you had once occupied, at the space where the covers were thrown back and the pillow was shoved aside, like whoever had once been there had been in a rush to escape. He blinked once, twice, and his heart did something he hadn’t expected: it stopped.

And it hurt.

(Something left you while you slumbered, something that made you feel empty, hollow, even in the recesses of the deepest of sleeps. Something that a piece of you thought might be belief, and the rest of you thought to be safety.)

Sweeney let the flowers he had been clutching in a white knuckled grip fall to the floor. He lit a cigarette. He sat on the bed that was no longer warm.

His eyes stung.

He bowed his head.

It hurt.

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Imagine Mad Sweeney...

Mad Sweeney crashing your wedding ceremony just as you and your partner are about to say your wedding vows.

“This is bullshit.”, the doors to the little chapel flew open and a large shadow felt over the carpeted floor. Countless heads of the wedding guests turned themselves around as they stared at the tall figure who made his way down the aisle at a fast pace.

Something dangerous rested in his hazel eyes as his view traveled back and forth between the soon-to-be happy couple. In other words, between the person right next to me and myself.

“Sweeney.”, I breathed out before I wrinkled my nose, the red haired intruder was only a couple steps away from us and he smelled strongly like alcohol and sweat.

“Do you know this drunkard, my love?”

This person is so much more than a drunkard, I thought to myself.

“Shut it, blockhead.”, Sweeney growled in a low tone of voice as he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest. His view rested on my partner of the last three years just a couple seconds longer before he shifted oh so slightly and looked down on me.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Trying to make me jealous with this stupid mortal?”

Right next to me, I heard muffled laughter, but decided to ignore them and locked eyes with Sweeney. Everyone in earshot must think of him as a madman, which is true to a certain degree.

“Sweeney...”

“Come home, please. Come back to me.”

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Bargain

Pairing: Mad Sweeney x Reader

Genre: Smut, Lemon, some fluff

Word Count: 2,349

Summary: After losing your father to invaders the lords of his lands will not recognize you as his heir and ignore the invading issue. You turn to the fae hoping for a gift of luck in the coming battle.

She stands silent in the glen, her bare feet cold in the dewy grass. Far into the forest she’s wandered. Leaving her horse and shoes at the edge. She felt uneasy here in the glen, the open space seemed out of place in the dense forest. The trees surround her part of her wants them to be a shield, but she knows better it’s a trap for those unwise enough to enter it.

"I've come to make a deal."

She calls out into the ether; fog wraps around her almost like a living being so close it steals the breath from her lungs, a suffocating presence. The silence is unnatural; no bird songs to fill the air...no creatures creeping in the underbrush. She's come to a place where things like her shouldn't dwell. Many years ago whispers of beings worshiped in the forest, places you didn’t go. Unless to leave a blessing and a hope of good fortune to bestow you. But these beings are fickle and easy to ire.

"Deals are not something you should be makin' with me or my kind." The voice is a growl, almost feral; a twisted mix of fear and want coiling inside her.

"Your kind has never said no before."

She turns her cloak blocking out a good deal of the early morning chill. The man stands at the edge of the clearing dressed in ragged clothing, what once was a grand tunic is now stained and ripped. He looks like he could become part of the forest again if he so wished. But his red hair would give him away bright and fiery like his fabled personality.

"Aye," he returns eyes taking her in.

She knew coming here was a risk. You don’t go looking for the fae. But she recalled a time when she sought out these creatures. The tiny winged beings that granted wishes when caught. The books in her father’s hold spoke of a great king, who ran from battle, became mad. A creature that could offer her luck if she chose wisely. A bit of luck she now needed more than anything.

“Buile Shuibhne,” she whispers.

The great being before her glares. “I don’t go by that name anymore.”

She watches him as he stands to his full height; he’s like the trunk of a tree reaching higher and higher into the canopy overhead.

“Then what do you wish to be called?” She asks.

He huffs walking in a wide circle around her. She feels his eyes taking her in, waiting for an opening…for weakness. “Sweeney.” She gasps as he appears beside her, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispers the name. The wind shifts and her heart jolts. She feels the power coursing through him; she turns to face him as he towers over her. Though he backs away some, her heart settles at his distance.

“Sweeney…” She begins.

His eyebrow lifts in silent question. “Why would you come lookin’ for the likes of me? You have a death wish, you want to be taken by the fairies?” His eyes blazing with barely restrained rage as they settle on her.

She finds her voice after taking a moment to steady herself. “I need…help.”

He stops at this the anger in his eyes dimming.

“Help?”

She nods, her hands clench at her sides. She looks away to stare at the grass, so green so beautiful for a moment she wants to forget everything; the reason she came the offer she’s willing to make.

“We’re being invaded.” She starts, recalling the first accounts along the coast. Villages being attacked burned down their goods and wealth plundered.

“Aye, the winds whispered some foul things.”

“They burn our homes…kill our men…they are taking our land. They are taking everything from us.” She raises her gaze back up to him. Her eyes filling with tears, she’s seen what these invaders have done. She wants it to end.

“So why come to me?”

She sighs, her father had died in a recent battle with the invaders leaving her alone. Begin a woman; many of his Lords would not stand behind her in this battle. However, if she had magic on her side…maybe there might be a way to win.

“I want to make a bargain.”

“Aye I’m sure you do little girl,” he taunts smirking at her with that mad glint in his eyes. “You think you can convince the fairy man to magic away your problems? I was a king once do your stories even remember that? Or do they just recall my madness?”

“I do, I remember you ran from battle cursed to live among the trees. But you were a great fighter a protector of these lands!” She shouts in reply damning the consequences.

He charges her a roar of fury and she freezes, his hand closes around her throat. Pulling her close as he snarls into her face. “You. Know. Nothing. About. Me.”

She coughs breathing becoming harder with every second. She looks up at this being, once a man now something else. Her hand comes up and touches his cheek. He freezes eyes wide. He drops her; she coughs wetly as air returns to her screaming lungs.

“I know you lost everything…” She finally manages, staring at her hands clutching the grass. The fog is closing in now and she knows it’s her last chance her last moments. She stands slowly raising her head dropping her shoulders. Stand like a queen, her father had always said.

“But I am about to lose everything…my father is dead the lords who served him all fight for the throne and lands that are mine by birth. They ignore these invaders who will be the end of us.” She looks up at the man turned god. “Please…I will give you anything. If you grant me some of your luck I swear upon my life that you can have anything you wish we will worship your name for generations we will—“

“You.”

“What?” She is frozen again as the tree-tall man stands before her. He reaches out and the callous rough hands that were so quick to violence were so gentle as they threaded through her hair.

“I will grant you this…for a payment of you.”

She blinks confused as she considers the proposal, but his words send a jolt of heat to her abdomen that settles somewhere in her stomach warming her in the morning chill.

“You want…me?”

He nods there is no madness in his eyes now only loneliness as he leans forward. Meeting him halfway, she presses her lips to his. A hand cups her cheek, pulling her closer. She feels something against his skin as she reaches up, her own hand to tangle in his hair.

He pulls back though as the kiss becomes vicious like two starved wolves fighting over meat. He huffs eyes locking onto hers. “Do you agree?”

“I do.”

The air shifts suddenly it isn’t oppressive and suffocating. The power flowed through her as Sweeney pulls her back to him. Snarling into her lips, he moves them to the grass while he undoes her cloak, the material falling away to reveal the thin shift beneath. His hands explore her body, his caresses felt through her underthings.

Gasping, she moans as he wanders southward, palms cupping her ass fingers digging into the fabric and flesh. He breaks the kiss to huff a laugh.

“You are a banquet made flesh,” he praises.

She falls back on the grass as he leans back pulling off his tunic revealing battle-scarred skin. Her hands reaching up tracing along old wounds, mapping out the scars, watching for his reaction. He groans, feeling such soft touches along his body that’s only known pain for so long.

Her hands drift lower to his pants but he stops her hands instead placing her wrists into one hand holding them over her head as his other hand pulls up her shift. Exposing her naked flesh to the forest. She whines as his hands touch her skin. His hands are warm against her chilled skin and she gasps as he leans down nose tracing her collarbone before his lips press against the flesh of her breast.

“Sweeney,” she whimpers.

He smirks taking a hardened nipple into his mouth. Humming low in his throat as she arches into his mouth, teasing her nipple with his teeth and tongue. He releases her wrists, his free hand gliding down her arm to cup the other breast, toying and pinching the other nipple.

She bucks up into him desperate for more she feels her cunt throb. Wetness seeping from it, she gasps as he releases her nipple with a wet pop. His hands move down her body stroking along her waist to her hips before sliding to her thighs lifting her round backside up onto his legs. One hand delves between their bodies as his mouth kisses and suckles at her neck.

His fingers brush along the curls just above her mound and she is writhing, begging for him to continue. He does, fingers slipping along her wet slit thumb circling her clit. She cries out, writhing. He moans as her movements grind her against his throbbing member.

“Oh, the things I will do to you,” is whispered against her ear as his fingers tease her entrance. Whining, her hands grasp at the grass, the dirt for purchase, hips bucking to encourage him further.

“Please take me, take all of me,” she gasps as his thumb presses onto her clit and his fingers push into her cunt.

He groans as her walls clenching around his fingers. He is slow to pull them out watching in awe as her body tenses; her back arches, her eyes roll back, her chest heaves.

“Oh God,” She gasps.

He laughs and kisses her cheek.

“The only god you should be crying out to is me grà.”

He moans though as her ass brushes against his member still trapped in his pants, straining to be freed. But he wants to savor this first release. As his fingers toy with her cunt, slipping in and out, wet with her juices, he feels every clenching of her core. Crooking his fingers as he fucks her she cries out as his fingers find that place in her that sends her closer and closer to the edge.

She writhes in Sweeney’s grasp as he plays her body like a fiddle. Making new noises come from her throat. Her abdomen throbs as he fucks her with his fingers. She’s so close. To what she’s not sure but her body is quivering.

“Sweeney!” She screams as stars flash in her eyes. Her body goes ridged, toes curl into the ground.

Sweeney holds her through the climax whispering praise into her ear kissing her cheek, her neck, her lips. As she comes down from her high her body shivers in after shocks Sweeney nuzzles her neck as she settles. When his fingers pull from her cunt she can’t help but whine.

“Please,” she whines turning to press her lips against his her fingers coming up to twine into his red hair as she clings to him grinding her hips against his cock. He moans softly into her lips as his hands still wet with her slick unties his pants freeing his cock.

“Are you sure?” He finally asks, rubbing his length along her wet folds. They both moan at the sensation. She whimpers pressing, molding her body to his.

“Take me Sweeney,” she whispers reverently.

He looks more like a god then before above her in the golden glow of the sun. His body hunched over her own, he wastes no time after her statement aligning his length to her. A single thrust and he hilts himself inside her.

He pauses, letting her adjust. She is still beneath him, holding her breath biting her lip to stop from crying out in pain. He leans down, soothing her with sweet words and praise again as he kisses her face.

“Are you alright?” He manages, still awaiting her command to move.

She reaches up cupping his face and pulling him close kissing him sweetly. “Yes,” she answers.

He starts a slow, deep pace, his hands clutch her hips. His fingers press into her flesh so hard he leaves marks. He groans as her walls clench around him, taking his breath away as he thrusts and fills her again and again. She moans beneath him, hands gripping his hair, her head flung back, her jaw slack and every noise leaving her as he picks up the pace.

He feels her getting closer feels the way her body arches and her legs tighten around him. “Come for me grà,” he growls, hips thrusting as fast as he can.

She screams beneath him at the new harsh pace. She feels her body getting close to that cliff again, and she is ready to fling herself from its heights. Her body tightens till it breaks. She comes, Sweeney following with a bellow that shakes the trees.

They remain entangled for a time, her limbs and his like the roots of the trees around them. He kisses her softly as she begins to drift off. Her end of the bargain complete, he stands dressing himself. He covers her again with her shift. Wrapping her cloak around her to keep her warm in the glen.

When she awakens, he is no longer beside her. Sitting up, she looks around for Sweeney but finds herself alone with nothing but birdsong for company. The sun getting lower in the west…she needs to return. She stands brushing herself off. Stumbling, her knees still weak she is thankful she doesn’t have far to walk back to her horse.

Though she is thankful for the blessing from Sweeney a part of her is wounded…A part of her wanted to be taken to whatever land he now lingered in. But she leaves the clearing, leaves the forest to return. To win back a kingdom that would not be lost to invaders.

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HELLO EVERYONE, IT’S FINALLY HERE! I FINALLY WROTE THE THING! Please please PLEASE read on, there will be more notes at the end!

Chapter Eleven: Unfinished Business, A Heavy Heart, and A Helping Hand

He left you there…

Anger wasn't a strong enough word to describe the ragged emotion coursing through your veins as you strode along the sparsely populated highway, the worn boots curving around your stomping feet barreling just fast enough to keep time with your hammering heart. The jagged sensation tripping acerbically down your rib bones tasted like copper on your tongue, burnt like cold, sharp steel as it snarled at your nape, coiled darkly at the base of your spine.

You were sure that it was something closer to fury, something more in line with a mythical, tempestuous, Shakespearian kind of emotion than whatever pitiful feelings mere anger could conjure up. And the worst part was that you weren’t even surprised.

You knew who Sweeney was, you knew what he was – a rugged, battered, broken drunkard searching for redemption, a lecherous, greedy, capricious creature borne in a time of blood and bone and war, a huge, handsome male with magic pouring from his veins who slapped your ass and fucked you like you were his goddamn queen and tore open his scarred chest to show you the warm, golden glow of his heaving heart. And you were beginning to suspect that you loved him for it, all of him, but damn did it hurt when he proved to be exactly who you thought he was.

He fucking left you…

You desperately tried to shake off the deep, biting pain of that simple fact, tried to bat away the responding scorch of balmy, searing memories that flooded your mind as your pounding heart ached-his fingers flitting reverently over your flushed cheekbones, like you were the most delicate thing he’d ever had the honor of holding in his dirt and gold flecked palms, his brawny arms pulling you closer to him in sleep, as if he couldn’t even bear to be parted from you in his dreams, his deep rugged voice, just barely tinged with brogue, crooning you’re mine, little bird-but you were failing…miserably. It fucking hurt, his abandonment of you, his utter disregard, like you’d been nothing to him.

But that couldn’t be true, could it? He’d really convinced you that you meant something to him, and even though you weren’t naïve enough to think that something could be love, it was definitely worth more than goodbye sex in a gas station bathroom, no matter how hot and sweaty andamazing it had been, and the surreptitious dumping of your shit at the curb as that dingy taxi peeled away into the Indiana sunset.

Surely you hadn’t imagined the worry roiling thick and gnarled in his spring green eyes when you’d fearfully described your terrifying conversation with Holly-not-Holly an age ago in the ladies room of the Crocodile? You hadn’t conjured up the thick, thrumming comfort brimming in his touch when he’d embraced you then, pulled you tenderly into the large, warm wall of his chest and wrapped those strong arms around you like it was his damned duty to keep you safe. And really, he couldn’t have faked the excited, achingly handsome smile that had curved his all-too-tempting lips when, somewhere along the back roads of Indiana, you’d finally mastered the coin trick he’d painstakingly taught you. And the tenderness he showed after he’d wrought yet another blistering, shaking, toe-curling orgasm from your pliant, sweat slicked body, the marks of your vigorous love making already starting to show from where his huge hands had been curled around your tender flesh, shaking thighs and full breasts bared for him in offering. No, no those things were real, you knew them like you knew the back of your hand, like you knew the sun would come up tomorrow morning. Like you knew Sweeney. So why then? Why would he leave?

To protect you…

A small voice, your long abandoned voice of reason, perhaps, whispered at the back of your mind, but instead of being comforted by that simple truth you were merely reminded of how vulnerable you were out here alone, of how truly in over your head you were. It was too much, all of it-dead girls with potty mouths and holes where their hearts should be, ancient gods with laughing eyes the exact color of freshly sprouted clovers and a crooked nose just begging to be punched, goddesses with eyes like gunpowder and a smile so sharp it could kill.

In this land of gods and monsters, you were just another human, a mortal desperately clinging to your deity, and you heartily suspected that you made the perfect prey.

Read on! https://archiveofourown.org/works/11306139/chapters/42715985

I know that it took literally forever and a day for me to finally post this new chapter, and I sincerely apologize for the wait! There was a LOT going on in my life this past year, and between getting a new job and a better relationship I had my hands quite full! That being said, now that my life is settled and the show is back I can plan and write on a more regular basis, YAY! I want to extend a huge, warm, fuzzy THANK YOU to everyone who stuck by me and this fic throughout the long, cold hiatus, YOU ARE THE BEST!

And now for tags!

@ladysansa - IT’S FINALLY HERE! 

@symphonyofmars - I hope you enjoy!!

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@raspberrymama - I know it’s been about 5,000,000 years, but are you still interested in this at all? If not, you are wonderful, please ignore!

Thank you!

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[justawriterofthings]

I just started the show!!  I did receive a question a while back whether I took requests for American Gods or not.  Give me 7 hours and the answer will be yes!  So send in the requests and I’ll work on them along with the bagillion other things I have to write!  I absolutely adore Bryan Fuller and everything he creates, and Neil Gaiman’s novel was fantastic, so this should be a fun ride 

#american gods #american gods fic #reader inserts #fanfiction #fanfiction blog #fan fiction #fanfic #shadow moon #mad Sweeney #mr. wednesday #media #Gillian Anderson is in it and she is a godess in real life #taking requests #gods help me #im adding another one #ricky whittle #pablo schreiber #czernebog #laura moon

[theyanderespecialist]

True Master List, Fandom List, And Rules

Hello my sexy readers! You all know Marie my stunning co author. She made her own archives of her own account with her oc which is basically her (aka Marie) she has a very good story for hazbin hotel when Alastor was alive check it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/MamaMaries/pseuds/MamaMaries

This idea and writing is all her own and man is it really good new concept even I did not think about! So excited for more!

[Hello My Sexy Readers, this has the master reading list which is a work in progress and the fandoms I will do list and the rules for requests and so on. Enjoy!]

Now there is no way with My Anxiety and such I be able to create a master list the normal way. but I can send links to wattpad and Quotev where you can read ALL The one shots which are organized in different ones. I hope you all enjoy that.

 https://www.wattpad.com/story/206301464-yandere-anime-headcanons-scenarios-oneshots

https://www.quotev.com/story/12293375/Yandere-Anime-HeadcanonsScenariosOneshots

https://www.wattpad.com/story/183947183-borderlands-yandere-headcanons-oneshots-scenarios

https://www.quotev.com/story/11815392/Borderlands-Yandere-HeadcanonsOneshotsScenarios

https://www.wattpad.com/story/197426891-yandere-creepypastas-one-shots-head-canons

https://www.quotev.com/story/12108537/Yandere-Creepypastas-One-ShotsHead-CanonsScenarios

https://www.quotev.com/story/13032330/Death-Is-Not-An-Escape-Yandere-Dead-By-Daylight-HeadcanonsOne-shotsScenarios

https://www.wattpad.com/story/239181858-death-is-not-an-escape-yandere-dead-by-daylight

https://www.wattpad.com/story/214294875-yandere-disney-pixar-various-yandere-disney-pixar

https://www.quotev.com/story/12470273/Yandere-DisneyPixar-Various-Yandere-Disney-Pixar-HeadcanonsScenarios

Yandere DC And Yandere Marvel

https://www.quotev.com/story/12007517/Yandere-DC-And-Yandere-Marvel

https://www.wattpad.com/story/220808385-various-fandoms-yandere-one-shots-headcanons

https://www.quotev.com/story/12619156/Various-Fandoms-Yandere-One-ShotsHeadcanonsScenarios

https://www.wattpad.com/story/200350402-ancient-greek-yandere-yandere-greek-mythology

https://www.quotev.com/story/12165737/Ancient-Greek-Yandere-Yandere-Greek-Mythology-HeadcanonsScenariosOneshots

https://www.quotev.com/story/12167034/Yandere-HetaliaNyotalia2p-HeadcanonsScenariosOne-Shots

https://www.wattpad.com/story/200396558-yandere-hetalia-nyotalia-2p-headcanons-scenarios

https://www.quotev.com/story/13778065/Yandere-Hazbin-HotelHelluva-Boss-HeadcanonsOneshotsScenarios

https://www.wattpad.com/story/266870624-yandere-hazbin-hotel-helluva-boss-headcanons

https://www.wattpad.com/story/242852617-yandere-star-wars-headcanons-scenarios-one-shots

https://www.quotev.com/story/13119151/Yandere-Star-Wars-HeadcanonsScenariosOne-Shots

https://www.wattpad.com/story/234962746-yandere-degree-of-lewdity-headcanons-one-shots

https://www.quotev.com/story/13384826/Yandere-Degree-Of-Lewdity-HeadcanonsOne-ShotsScenarios

https://www.wattpad.com/story/169172649-merry-yandere-x-mas-various-yandere-one-shots

https://www.quotev.com/story/11498513/Merry-Yandere-X-MAS-Various-Yandere-One-Shots-Christmas-and-Holiday-Edition

https://www.wattpad.com/story/215192593-yandere-outlast-headcanons-scenarios-possible

https://www.quotev.com/story/12490990/Yandere-Outlast-HeadcanonsScenariosPossible-Oneshots

https://www.wattpad.com/story/193344576-yandere-overwatch-one-shots-headcanons-scenarios

https://www.quotev.com/story/12023937/Yandere-Overwatch-One-ShotsHeadcanonsScenarios

https://www.wattpad.com/story/200388610-yandere-slasher-horror-everything-halloween-themed

https://www.quotev.com/story/12166876/Yandere-SlasherHorror-EverythingHalloween-Themed-HeadcanonsScenariosOneshot

https://www.wattpad.com/story/212576147-yandere-team-fortress-2-various-yandere-team

https://www.quotev.com/story/12432485/Yandere-Team-Fortress-2-Various-Yandere-Team-Fortress-2-HeadcanonsScenarios

now here is a bonus the lists on wattpad of almost every single story I have ever made over 750 stories 

https://www.wattpad.com/list/922283303-epicnessqueenco-author-reader-stories

https://www.wattpad.com/list/922283957-epicnessqueenco-author-oc-stories-for-the-oc-mark-or-marie

https://www.wattpad.com/list/922284812-epicnessqueenco-author-ocs-story

EPICNESSQUEEN/Co Author: Oneshots, Headcanons, Scenarios series

https://www.wattpad.com/list/922334325-epicness-queenco-author-reader-stories-2

https://www.wattpad.com/list/969841721-epicnessqueenco-author-oc-stories

And lastly the completed list of stories on wattpad 

https://www.wattpad.com/list/922294661-complete-stories-by-epicnessqueenco-author

.No Sex Scene with any characters 16 or younger

.No World Leaders or Real People such as youtubers or Celebrities

.Keep It At Least DUB CON or less

-What You Can Request Supporting Hints-

1: Genders and Genderbents

.You may have the reader be, (Male, Female, No Binary Or Transgender) (If Transgender say born as (Fill in birth gender) Identifies (Fill in Gender they identify as)

.Genderbents you make take a character from the list of fandoms bellow and ask if you want them to be the rule 63 aka genderbent version of themselves (Like with Superman Clark Kent being genderbent to Superwoman Claire Kent and anything else)

2: Sexuality

.You can Have Reader be Any sexuality there is (Straight, Bisexual, Pansexual, Gay, Lesbian, Asexual, and so on)

.Same with Characters from Fandoms. Since they are fiction you may make them any sexuality you want (Kinda obvious a yandere is yandere for whatever gender)

3: Roles and AU's

.You can make reader be anything (From Superhero to royalty, from homeless to Villain anything really may it be headcanons or scenarios I even had one story I made reader a chess champion so anything and everything (Except racist and pedo and rapist Obviously)

.Same with the characters from fandoms (Like I have Made priest characters, Dad characters, professors, serial killers and more, anything excpet those three things is good to go)

.You can do au request of like a fandom in a fantasy world or au's with soulmates and so on.

4: OCS

.Yes yes there is OCS and we do better me and my co author writing smut for them here they are

.Marie (My co author as her oc based off of her)

.Mark (My co author with Rule 63 genderbent of her based of her if she was a man)

.Michelle (My Oc based off of me EpicnessQueen)

5: Poly Relationships AKA Sharing

.Yes you can be in a poly relationship where two or more yanderes are dating each other and have the same darling

.Sharing where to yandere decide to share the same darling

-Headcanons-

.You all know how this goes by now but for anyone new. You can ask for headcanons in many different ways with the rules above and also how they deal with any type of reader like even suicidal or yandere from sharing to single it all works.

-Scenarios-

.You can ask for a scenario like (Darling finds out (List of yanderes you want) is yandere for them or anything really.

-Questions aka Q AND A-

.How would (Insert yandere or yanderes) Be like as yandere, propose what pet names they have for darling and any other questions you have in mind for the yanderes

NOW ONTO THE MASTER LIST OF 2021

-Animes Cartoons-

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Bleach (Seen all the anime almost)

Naruto (Seen all the anime)

Naruto Shippudin (Seen a good amount of it)

Tokyo Ghoul (Only in season 1 right now)

Black Butler (Seen most of it)

Ouran High School Host Club (Seen all the anime and manga)

Attack On Titan (Seen First two seasons)

Death Note (Seen Most Of The Anime)

One Piece (Seen a LOT OF IT)

One Punch-Man (Got The Gist Of It)

Fruit Basket (Read all the manga got to watch the new anime)

Rosario Vampire (Seen season 1)

Vampire Knight (Seen all the anime)

Cells at Work (Watching Season 1 now)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Know The Gist of it)

Future Diary (Seen most of it)

Kamigami No Asobi (Seen all of it)

-Horror Themed Ones-

Movies (TV Series will be after)

A Nightmare On Elm Street (Seen Most Of these movies)

Alien (Seen All Of Them)

Alien VS Predator

The Boy

Candyman

Carrie (Only the Original )

Child's Play (Seen the original one in 1988 not the sequels and will now do the remake)

Children Of The Corn

Deep Blue Sea (both)

Dracula

Evil Dead (2013 Remake)

The Exorcist

Final Detestation (Only The Third One)

Frankenstein

Freddy VS Jason (GO JASON!!!!)

Friday The 13th (All of Them)

Get Out

The Grudge

Halloween (Seen Them All)

Hannibal

Hannibal Rising

Harry Potter (All Eight movies)

Hellraiser (All of them but cannot remember most of them)

I know What You Did Last Summer (Seen it once)

IT (Original 2 parts and part 1 of the 2017 remake)

Jaws

Jeepers Creepers (1 and 2)

Meat Train

Orphan (Seen once)

Pet Sematary

The Phantom Of The Opera

Predator (All Of Them)

Prom Night

Psycho (The first and second one)

The Purge (first one)

The Ring (2002)

Saw (All Of Them)

Scream (Just first one)

The Shining

The Silence Of The Lambs

Silent Hill (First One)

Silent Hill (1999)

Split (Yes it is under Horror)

Sweeney Todd: The Demon On Fleet Street (Can't remember which one)

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (All Of Them)

Village of The Damned

When A stranger Calls

The Wolf Man

Wrong Turn (Some of them I cannot remember )

Zombieland

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Next the tv shows which is shorter for reasons (Dont question me)

Bates Motel

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hannibal

The Walking Dead

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Horror Games as I now a lot of you will want that :D

Alice The Madness Returns

Baldi's Basics

Bendy and The Ink Machine (Half of it so far)

Corpse Party (The First One)

Danganropa (all of 1 and some of 2 and 3)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Emily Wants To Play

Five Nights at Freddy (ALL OF THEM)

Hello Neighbor

Little Nightmares

Lucius (The First One)

Mad Father

Misao

Resident Evil 2 (The Remake)

Resident Evil 7

Resident Evil 8 (Currently watching it)

Ride With Strangers

Silent Hill (A Couple of Them)

Unforgiving The Northern Hymen

Until Dawn

We Happy Few

Welcome To The Game (1 and 2)

-Various Other Fandoms-

(Games)

Dream Daddy

Bully

(TV Shows)

Avatar The Last Air Bender (Not The Legend Or Korra)

Grey's Anatomy

Law and Order SVU

Prodigal Son

The Blacklist

Breaking Bad

Criminal Minds

Bones

Sherlock

A Series Of Unfortunate Events

DR. Who

Good Omens

Once Upon A Time

South Park

(Movies)

How To Train Your Dragon (Both Movies and TV and Netflix series)

Rise Of The Guardians

-Dead By Daylight-

all killers most survivors

-Outlast, Outlast Whistlerblower Outlast 2-

all characters

-Overwatch-

all characters playable or not

-Disney/Pixar-

all characters will not do the live action remakes

-Star Wars-

Most characters so far

-Degrees Of Lewdity-

All important non playable characters

-Borderlands-

all

-Greek Gods, Tales and Mythology-

everything even fucking Greek monsters as long as age is met

-hetalia-

all 1ps all 2ps and all their nyotalia and cattalia

-creepypastas-

most of them

-DC And Marvel-

Most of the characters

-Team Fortress 2-

All characters.

Well I think that is it for this year master list I may add to it but this is it right now. Please Enjoy and stay sexy!]

#yandere #yandere various #yandere anime #yandere horror #yandere video games #yandere tv shows #yandere movies #everything yandere #masterlist #yandere masterlist #epicnessqueen #my masterlist #over 700 stories

[americangodsimagines]

Hi read your mad sweeney x reader so

You and Sweeney were sprawled on the couch together watching television. You weren’t quite sure what you were watching, you’d been too busy arguing over the couch space, kicking loosely at each other for foot space and resting your legs on top of each other in a very mature way. 

Sweeney glared at you, like it was you who dropped in unannounced and starting begging for attention and space on your couch. You scowled back at him. 

There was a silence. 

You stared at him. He stared at you. 

Then he leant forward, grabbed your ankle, and tried to drop you off the side of the couch. 

You reacted instinctively, jumping forward and somehow, somehow,  you both ended up on the floor. You were on top of him, only narrowly missing hitting your head against his chin. 

Sweeney cursed in some long forgotten language and you lifted your head to flick him between the eyes with your fingers. “Language,” you criticized him as you tried to get your breath back. 

He dropped his head back against your floor. “You don’t even know what I said.” 

You roll your eyes. “I don’t need the literal translation to get when someone’s cursing at me.” You could’t help a smile. “Otherwise I wouldn’t understand half of what you say.” 

He pulls a face back at you, and curses again under his breath. You shift your knee so it’s digging into his hip. “Language.”

He makes a scoffing noise. “You think I’m gonna obey your fucking orders now?”

“My house,” you remind him. You tap his nose. “That makes me King of the Castle.” 

He looks unimpressed, then sad. “I was a real King once,” he said softly. 

You blink, pull back a bit so you can search his face. “Really?” you ask, in the same tone. And then a grin breaks out over your face. “King of the Leprechauns?” Your smile widened. “Is that why you’re so tall?” 

He scowls up at you again. “I told you that was a fucking stereotype,” he tells you. “And I was a real King.” 

A frown touches your face. “A… real King?” You…you knew very little about Leprechauns. Irish Mythology in general, really. You probably should look into that. You hadn’t heard of a Leprechaun King but… as Sweeney said, the only things they really talk about in America ie. Leprechauns was the ‘fucking stereotype’ that seemed more and more racist every time you saw it. You should really stop buying Lucky Charms. 

“No, an imaginary King,” he snapped back. Then he sighed. “I was a real King. Then a bird, then I was part of the fey folk. Then a fucking caricature.” He rolled his eyes then closed them, as if he was planning to sleep on your floor - which….wouldn’t be the first time…  

You reach down a hand, and stroke his cheek, without really thinking. He looked so sad. You try to imagine what it was like to be a King. Or a bird. Or a Leprechaun. Part of you bites back the amusement at realizing Leprechauns were considered fairies. “I’m sorry,” you say, not really sure why. Not really sure you could ever understand why. 

His eyes don’t open, but it seems almost like he’s holding his breath. You drop your head to his chest, wrap your arms around him best you could, and just breathe together. 

~Send me American Gods prompts, headcanons, or even just a ship name and I’ll write you a little something~

#reader insert #mad sweeney/reader #mad sweeney #mmpmaple

[patrineptn]

Sweeney x Reader

Where are the Mad Sweeney x Reader fanfics around here? I need them!

#reader insert #fanfic #mad sweeney #american gods #american gods tv #american gods startz #mad sweeney x reader #imagine #smut is also welcome #so much smut

[bearwriting]

Dart

Start Here Previous Chapter

Summary: Bruised and bloodied, you end up with the last person you thought you'd turn to, and you've just made a new friend.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: After this, chapters are gonna start being a little longer! The People Have Spoken.

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“Fine. If the old man tries to string me up for it, I’m throwing you under the bus,” he said.

You cocked your head to the side and looked at him for a moment. He wasn’t looking at you, his eyes were on the road, but the tips of his ears had the barest hint of a blush.

“No, you’re not,” you said finally. “You won’t do that.”

His eyes stayed on the road. “Are you so sure of that?”

You turned your gaze to the road in front of you. “Your ears go pink when you lie.”

Neither of you spoke much on the drive to where your car supposedly was. You were too busy willing your car to be where the spell said it was and Sweeney was a million miles away. What exactly he was thinking about, you could never be sure.

After about an hour, you drove past the eighth Circle K you’d seen.

“Wait, go back!” you shrieked, slapping your hands down on the dashboard. “That was it!”

The car jolted as Sweeney slammed on the brakes. “What did I say about yelling like that when I’m driving? Anyway, how d’ye know it’s the right one?”

You pointed at the odometer. It was thirty miles higher than it had been forty-five minutes ago.

“Again,” he said in a tone that indicated he was really starting to get fed up with you, “how do you know it’s the right one?”

“Does it fucking matter? It’s a Circle K that’s thirty miles from where we were, we won’t die if we check it out and it’s not there.”

“Famous last words,” the Irishman muttered, but still he pulled a u-turn and guided the little Corolla towards the parking lot.

“Worst case scenario, she’s not here. We can still get snacks and stuff,” you said.

“Worst case scenario is that this is a trap somehow and we’re about to get killed.”

You rolled your eyes. “Always a pessimist.”

As Sweeney pulled the car up next to one of the gas pumps, you saw it. You knew that paint job and you knew that slight ding in the front bumper (if Sweeney had just listened to you, you wouldn’t have had to hit him with your car). The spell was right and the vision had been correct.

You let out a whoop and made to lunge out of the car, but Sweeney wrapped a hand around your bicep, arresting your movement.

“What the fuck?” you snapped. “Can we just—“

Something in his face made you fall short.

“What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, following his line of vision.

The guy that was in possession of your car was leaning against the side of it, a lit cigarette in his mouth and a wide brimmed hat was sitting at an angle on his head. He wore a long dark trench coat and he looked like he was waiting for someone.

“Why is he here?” Sweeney asked lowly, more to himself than you.

“Who is he?” you asked.

Sweeney shook his head. “Someone you don’t want to fuck with.”

You snorted. “Unless you can give me something more concrete to work with, I’m going to get my car back.”

Sweeney said nothing, but you felt his eyes on your back as you walked towards the man leaning against your car.

“Hey!” you said brightly as you approached him. “I think you might have my car? It got stolen a few days ago.”

The man looked up at you and you felt your stomach twist uncomfortably. His eyes were black pools that reflected no light and his lips twisted into an unpleasant smile. You instinctively took a step back as the cold fingers of fear began to wind their way through your chest.

“Yes, I believe I do. You’re one of Mr. Wednesday’s little errand boys aren’t you?” His accent was similar to Sweeney’s, except he formed his vowels a little differently.

You immediately played dumb. “I don’t know any Mr. Wednesday, man. I’ll pay you, but can I please have my car? It’s sentimental.”

“Interesting. You say you do not know any Mr. Wednesday, but I bought this car from the frost giants. What would they be doing with a ride like this?” His voice felt oily, like you could feel it dripping down your spine, and it made your shoulders tense. Your heart began to pick up as though you were a rabbit poised to run.

You feigned ignorance. “Frost giants?”

He nodded. “Nasty lot. Heard they cut you up something fierce,” he said, eyeing the bandage on your forehead and your blackened eye.

You edged backward. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He shrugged and you tried not to let your growing uneasiness show. You didn’t like this guy’s energy and you were starting to wish that you’d listened to Sweeney.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The weird man in possession of your car took a step towards you and you took another step back, but this time you bumped into the massive, solid form of Mad Sweeney. You instantly felt the nervous tension in your chest lessen.

“I think you’d better hand over those keys,” he said coolly.

The stranger’s lip twitched. “Ah, Mad Sweeney,” he said calmly, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn’t seem to look away. You were rooted to the spot as terror squeezed your lungs. “You know, your story really isn’t holding water. Especially now that…this has shown up with you. Not to mention that bandage on your face. How’d that happen?”

You said nothing and Sweeney twitched slightly so that his body was now halfway in front of you. It wasn’t a direct threat, but it was clear that he was putting himself between you and the man.

“I said, hand over the keys.” His voice was tight with something you’d never heard in him before. Fear? No, but it was close.

The man pouted. “This one never wants to have any fun.” He turned to you. “Listen taibhseach.* You may have your car, but I want something in return.”

You looked at him warily. You had no idea who this man was, but you’d been in this game long enough to know not to make deals if you didn’t have to.

He took your silence as a cue to continue. “I will return your keys in exchange for the item you were sent to fetch for Grimnir.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Sweeney cut you off. “Counteroffer,” he said, “you give us the keys and we don’t give you shit. This was their car to begin with. Give us the keys and I won’t make a scene.”

The man rolled his eyes. “Again, no fun. Here,” he produced your keychain from thin air. He dropped it into your outstretched hand and leaned in to whisper into your ear. “You will be hearing from me soon. And your attack dog won’t be around to protect you.”

You blinked and he was gone.

You slid into the driver’s seat of your car and inhaled as you ran your hands over the steering wheel. You wanted to revel in the feeling of having her back, but the feeling of uneasiness and fear that that man had left in his wake was weighing on you.

You turned to Sweeney, an obvious question on the tip of your tongue, but he held up a hand.

“Just drive. We should’ve left as soon as we saw him.” His voice was tight and the rattled look on his face wasn’t doing anything to assuage your fear.

After about an hour or two, your eyes began to get heavy and you started looking for motel signs.

“Pull over, switch with me,” Sweeney said. His voice sounded almost unbearably loud after riding in silence.

“Sweeney, can we please just find a motel? I’m exhausted, I have to sleep.”

His heart twinged at the tiredness in your voice. He knew that you needed rest, and badly, but he wanted to put that Circle K as far in the rearview as possible.

“I know you’re tired darlin’, but we have to keep going at least for another few hours.”

You sighed, but didn’t fight him on it. He chewed his bottom lip. You always complained or argued with him over this sort of thing, so the fact that you gave in so quickly gave away how spent you really were.

You pulled over onto the shoulder and swapped with Sweeney. As you settled into your seats, he looked around the interior of the car.

“You said this was warded?”

You nodded. “Against basically everything.”

He blew a puff of air out of his nose. “Good. It’ll make it harder for that cunt to find us.”

“Who was he?” you asked as he pulled back onto the freeway.

“Someone very powerful. And, like I said, someone you don’t want to fuck with. He gave up your keys too easily, I don’t like it.”

You shrugged. “Fine. Keep your secrets. I’m gonna try to get some sleep, but wake me up when we get to a motel.”

You balled up your sweatshirt between your head and the car window and fell asleep almost immediately.

Sweeney took that opportunity to scan your sleeping face, the fear from earlier a stone in his stomach. Why was Fear Doirich looking for you? He had said he wanted whatever it was that you had been sent to retrieve for Wednesday, but that was a lie. At least, it was a partial one. The Dark Man was plotting something, Sweeney just knew it, and it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Sweeney knew he couldn’t do anything about it now, but he could at the very least do his damndest to make sure that you were protected.

*taibhseach: Gorgeous

tagged: @imaginethatneathuhpartdos @kind-wolf

#mad sweeney imagine #mad sweeney x reader #mad sweeney reader insert #american gods imagine #american gods x reader #american gods reader insert #bear writes

[jamilelucato]

2. Candy Store [hog. heathers]

Summary: This story is based on Heathers, the musical. It’s set in Hogwarts, back in the last year Tom Riddle studied there. Y/N is a Ravenclaw student.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x reader (later on)

Heathers Series || Musical Hogwarts List A/N: If you wanna be tagged, ask! There are references in this that probably don’t match the period so please forgive me and let it slide. This is short but next ones are bigger, I promise!

Tag List: @just-an-outstanding-auror @starcrossedyanderes @doctorriddle​ @cchris-a @truly-insatiable​

Life at Hogwarts was beautiful. You couldn’t remember how was it like before you had befriended the Heathers.

The four of you walked together everywhere, and because of them, people now noticed you. They would say hi, they’d give you candy. You had even received love letters — but no guy who did it was quite interesting.

The Heathers were complexed people, more than you could have ever imagined.

Heather McNamara was such a sweet and caring girl, but also an evil little thing if someone messed with her. Heather Duke was incredibly smart, even though she prefered to play dumb around cute guys and Heather Chandler. You couldn’t understand why would someone pretend to be stupid, but she never liked you much, so you never asked why.

Heather Chandler, however, was the exact same persona as the one she played around the rest of the students. She was a bitch, filled with mean words inserted in neutral comments. You’d think she could be complimenting you if you didn’t pay much attention to the real significance behind her phrases.

It was starting to be a bit hard to be a good student and a popular girl, so many times than you’d like to admit, you were avoiding Myrtle. It wasn’t with bad intentions, it’s just ‘cause you had no free time anymore.

At first, you two would gossip about the Heathers all night, but then you started needing the nights to study, and then for partying... Life was a mess, and you really didn’t want to drown Myrtle with you.

You’ve started noticing that the Heathers were generally mean for no reason at all. They’d make fun of nerdy boys and laugh at fat girls just because they existed, and that was making you uncomfortable, but you never said a thing because you didn’t think it was really your place to stop them.

Until one day...

“Y/N, could you write something for me?” H. Chandler asked, sitting down next to you at a table in the Library.

The other two Heathers followed her lead.

“Sure. Another forgery?” you asked since that was basically all they asked you to write because the Heathers knew you are good at it.

“Yes,” Chandler confirmed with a smirk. “Are you familiarized with Ram’s handwriting?”

“Ram Sweeney? From Gryffindor?” you asked, just to make sure you were on the same page.

“The one,” validated H. Duke, chuckling.

That was going to be an easy one. You knew all about Ram because of Myrtle. She couldn’t shut up about the bo — they were neighbours since babies and Myrtle had hopes he fancied her back. You highly doubted but never mentioned.

Heather Chandler gave you a piece of paper. “Write: I want you to come to the Gryffindor party this Saturday because it is time that you know how much I love you. We were meant for each other from the beginning, and I want to be with you. Please come to the party.”

While she dictated, you wrote it in your best attempt of copying Ram’s writing. It still seemed a little weird — Ram was dumb, he would never speak to someone like that, but who were you to complain.

It was going to be one hell of prank. Poor girl.

“What’s the name?” you asked, closing the paper and preparing to write the name of the girl.

The three Heathers exchanged looks before bursting into laughter.

“Myrtle Warren,” said Heather Duke.

You stopped writing at the ‘y’. “What?”

Heather Chandler leaned closer to you.

“Just write, y/N,” she whispered in a very harsh tone. You gulped, finishing the name in the paper.

“You are not going to give this to her, are you?”

The Slytherin Heather laughed while the Gryffindor one simply smiled.

“No, I’m gonna keep it,” mocked Chandler. “Of course I’m gonna give it to her.”

And with that, Chandler stole the paper from your hands before you could say something.

“Heather, please don’t do it,” you said, getting up from your chair and following the Gryffindor around.

“Chill, y/N. It’s gonna be fun.”

“It’s gonna hurt Myrtle. Please don’t do it,” you asked again, this time attempting to steal the paper from her hands.

H. Chandler, who was finding everything funny, broke her smile and stared with a killer look at you. She walked away with McNamara on her side, and H. Duke was laughing at your face while you stood paralyzed.

H. Chandler was going to kill you for that. Damn it, what were you thinking??

You sat back at your chair, facing the Library’s door, hoping H; Chandler would come back with the letter still in her hands and saying she wasn’t going to do it.

That was not what happened, however.

She returned with a mad face, no paper in hands. Heather Duke smiled triumphantly, she was hoping for your downfall from the beginning. Only Heather McNamara didn’t look too excited. She had grown into liking you.

“Are we gonna have a problem? You got a bone to pick?” Chandler asked, raising her brows. She wasn’t afraid someone would scold her for the volume because no one would have the guts. “You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch. But I’m feeling nice, here’s some advice. Listen up, biotch!”

You tried to get up from the chair, to explain yourself, but Heather Duke didn’t let you.

“I like lookin’ hot, buying stuff they cannot. I like drinkin’ hard, maxin’ Dad’s credit card. I like skippin’ gym, scaring her, screwing him,” Heather Chandler’s voice echoed, but she seemed oblivious to the other students listening. “I like killer clothes—”

“And kickin’ nerds in the nose!” added Heather McNamara, with a smirk.

“If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls. Let your mommy fix you a snack,” that wasn’t the first time they mentioned your mom with a mocking tone. They hated your pureblood status.

“Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke, in my Porsche with the quarterback,” continued Heather Chandler, getting closer to you.

“Time for you to prove you’re not a loser anymore,” said Heather Duke, ruffling the sleeves of her green coat.

You gulped. What did they want you to do? There was any chance you could get away from them alive?

Gosh, how fast your popularity could be destroyed!

“Guys fall at your feet, pay the check—”

“—Help you cheat,” McNamara added for Duke.

“All you have to do is say goodbye to Shamu,” Heather Chandler looked at you deep in the eyes. It was more than a suggestion. It was an order — popularity or your best friend.

“That freak’s not your friend. I can tell in the end if she had your shot, she would leave you to rot!” said Heather McNamara, hoping she was making your decision easier.

The Hufflepuff Heather was sometimes unaware of the cruelty of her friends.

“‘Course if you don’t care,” she continued, noticing you were still confused about your options.“Fine! Go braid her hair. Maybe Sesame Street is on.”

Her tone had caught you by surprise.

“Or forget that creep and get in my jeep. Let’s go tear up someone’s lawn,” said Heather Duke, raising her left brow, finally letting go of your shoulders since she was holding you down in the chair from the beginning.

“Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?” asked Heather Chandler, smiling innocently. “You just gotta prove you’re not a pussy anymore.”

“You can join the team, or you can bitch and moan,” said Duke.

“You can live the dream, or you can die alone,” said McNamara.

“You can fly with eagles or if you prefer,” Heather Chandler unbuttoned her red suit, placing her hands on her hips. “Keep on testing me and end up like her,” she whispered the last part, opening a space so your friend Myrtle could walk in as if the Heathers knew she would look for you eventually.

Perhaps they were the ones to suggested it to Myrtle.

Your lifelong best friend passed through the Heathers with an uncertain look, but she smiled when her eyes caught yours.

“Y/N, look! Ram invited me to the Gryffindor party! This proves he’s been thinking about me!”

“Colour me stoked!” you swallowed before pretending to be surprised.

“I’m so happy!” she exclaimed, before walking away from you and the Heathers.

Heather Chandler watched the whole conversation with steady eyes, analyzing every word you said.

You got up from the chair and walked towards the Heathers, who waited next to a book shelve.

“So? I did what you asked; I said nothing to Myrtle,” you said, frowning in despair.

“Well, then, welcome to my candy store,” said Heather Chandler with a weird smile.

That was enough for Heather McNamara, who jumped to your neck, hugging you with all her strength. She was happy Chandler forgave you. In the other hand, Heather Duke said nothing before walking away.

Heather Chandler stepped away at a slow speed. She looked you up and down.

“You are dead,” she declared, whispering, and she smiled like a villain from an old movie as if she had not just said the most aggressive thing ever.

#heathers #tom riddle x reader #heather chandler #candy store #myrtle #myrtle warren #moarning myrtle #harry potter #hogwarts #hp

[dw-writes]

The Invasion...Chapter Twelve

Summary: Mad Sweeney could not recall the last true believer he had. Sure, he’d been brought over as one of the Fair Folk, but it was different. A sliver of the truth, a dim shadow of what he was really owed. The belief of someone who followed traditions, not him.

That changed when he arrived in Cairo.

That changed when he laid eyes on you and he found that one didn’t have to believe in the myth to believe in the man.

A/N: Wow, it’s been a while! I’m so sorry that it’s been so long since I’ve posted!! But, this was a rather bitch of a chapter, so....yeah. Anyway!! I hope that you guys enjoy this!!! Let me know what you think!! :D

Chapters: Chapter One || Chapter Two || Chapter Three || Chapter Four  || Chapter Five || Chapter Six || Chapter Seven || Chapter Eight || Chapter Nine || Chapter Ten || Chapter Eleven || Chapter Twelve || Chapter Thirteen || Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Fourteen-ish || Chapter Fifteen || Chapter Sixteen || Chapter Seventeen || Chapter Eighteen || Chapter Nineteen || Chapter Twenty || Chapter Twenty-One || Chapter Twenty-Two Requests: Mad Sweeney and The Holidays || The Invasion and the Stressful Blows One Shots: The Invasion and That One Thankful Holiday || The Invasion and the Weight of Change || Eyes On You

The Invasion and Laura Fucking Moon

Mr. Ibis and Mr. Jacquel stared up at the small apartment complex. They had been called by the coroner, who had been called by the landlord, who had received multiple complaints of a terrible smell coming from the fourth floor. They found an old woman up there, deceased at least a week. It was troublesome in that she wasn’t dead by any natural means, yet the coroner stated she had been taken by a stroke. Mr. Jacquel knelt by the woman’s body. Her soul had long departed, taken by another god that she prayed to. He looked up at Mr. Ibis with a worried frown.

Bast meowed from the door. Mr. Ibis looked over, fixing his glasses as he stared at his companion. Behind her appeared a rather familiar face – familiar in the passage of time, familiar as the ages had swept around them all. Tis peered into the room with a scowl.

“There’s a problem downstairs,” was all she said before she vanished back down the hall. The men exchanged looks.

Bast trotted over to the body with a meow that stated that she will stand guard, and the two men left her in charge. They didn’t have to go far – just to the balcony. It overlooked the courtyard of the apartment complex. Three apartments over and on the ground floor; there were people loitering by the patio door. The collars of their long coats were flipped up around their ears, and in a group – such as they were – they looked more than suspicious. The three that Mr. Ibis and Mr. Jacquel could see turned to them and revealed faceless faces.

They frowned.

They knew the Children when they saw them.

And they knew whose apartment that used to be.

The Starbright Motel was a rundown thing. You wondered what kind of deals they had on rooms. The beds had to be more comfortable than the seats of a stolen car, and they offered more privacy, especially when it came to phone calls.

“I’ll talk to you later,” you said to your sister, who repeated it back to you. You told her you loved her, then hung up, and turned off your cell phone.

Sweeney was leaning back against the door with an amused grin, chewing on a Red Vine he had taken while you were on the phone, even though you had explicitly told him not to – as much as you could without full on yelling at him to not eat your candy. He arched an eyebrow when you turned to him. “You get all sappy when you talk to your sister, you know,” he pointed out, waving half of the Red Vine at you. You snatched it from his fingers. “Like she hung the fuckin’ moon.”

“I don’t remember the last time I actually saw her,” you stated while settling back into the seat. “You know, there’s a quote from a movie we used to watch together that I always think of when I think of her,” you said, chomping down the piece of the candy. You leaned your head back against the window. “Because she is my sister,” you quoted in the best British accent you could muster. It had Sweeney grinning, so you wondered how terrible it was. “And therefore, one half of me,” you finished. You smiled. “Shit movie, honestly, it’s…full of historical inaccuracies and nonsense but that quote really stuck with me.” You shrugged. “If I’m…” You leaned your head back and looked at the dim stars above the motel. “If I’m the stars and the moon, she’s the sun in the sky.”

Sweeney reached over and pulled another piece of licorice out of the pack. “You’re really close with her, aren’t ya?” he asked. He glanced out the window as he spoke, watching the rooms that faced the parking lot. Neither of you knew which room Shadow was in, which meant neither of you knew which room Laura would be in, if she was even there at all. You followed his gaze and trailed your eyes over the doors.

“Course I am,” you finally answered, “It’s just us.” You peeled the licorice apart. “Been just us for the last ten years,” you whispered.

You felt Sweeney’s eyes on your face, but he said nothing, at least not about what you said. He didn’t pry. Instead, he looked back out the windshield and propped his foot against the center console, folding himself into his seat. “Can I tell you a story?” he asked. When you looked up, he was twisting his ring around his pinky.

You shoved the string of licorice into your mouth. “Only if I can see your ring,” you said.

He pulled it off and held it out with a snort. You took it with a smile. It was much bigger than your fingers, and heavy, but the design on it looked familiar. You scrubbed it on your jeans to clean the dirt off. “I don’t remember much,” he said as he leaned back, shaking his hand, “It’s all scrambled up in there, you know?”

“I know,” you murmured.

He lifted his foot and gently kicked your knee. You grinned. “But I remember bits of my old man.” You looked up from your knee, your smile shrinking as you watched his face. His beard was a little longer, the stubble on his head coming in a little more, and the freckles on his face were a little darker. You’d believed that Sweeney had been a king before, yes, but in the faint light of the single parking lot lamp, in its washed-out golden glow, he looked positively regal.

Your heart skipped. He looked handsome.

His eyes dropped to the dashboard, then over to you, finding your silence to be expecting rather than admiring. “He was a bit of an asshole,” he rasped. He cleared his throat and grabbed the bottle of water from the backseat.

“Oh, so that’s where you get it from,” you said with a smile.

He snorted, shaking his head gently. Taking a drink of water, he leaned back. “I don’t remember much. Don’t remember his face, his name…” He frowned. “But I remember the water.” His frown smoothed out into a small smile, which made you smile. You looked out the windshield.

Shadow walked into a room. Sweeney sat up, almost knocking his elbow against the horn. He tossed the water bottle behind him, paused, then reached back to grab it again and drain it. You watched him the whole time, shaking your head. “So, what are we gonna do?” you asked as you twisted around in the seat to zip up your duffle. “I, for one, wouldn’t mind getting a room for the night.”

He shrugged. “Don’t see why not,” he grunted. “I’ll get my coin back, we’ll rest up, and then we’ll make our way to Wisconsin.”

You opened the door and grabbed your bag. “Sounds like a plan.” You leaned against the door frame of the back seat. “Are you just gonna stay here?” you asked.

He shrugged again and turned his head to look back at you. “Don’t wanna go bargin’ in there with Moon Shadow around.” You rolled your eyes and didn’t correct him. He waved a hand and turned around in the seat, grabbing another stick of licorice from the pack. “Get one on the ground floor,” he mumbled around the candy.

“Why?” you asked, shouldering your bag.

“Gonna spar with ya some more,” he said. He shrugged. “Never know when you’ll need it.”

You nodded slowly but rolled your eyes again. Shutting the door, you folded the half-eaten Red Vine packing and shoved it into your back pocket. As you walked, you looked down at your hands. You still held Sweeney’s ring between your fingers, and a dirt smudge covered your knee. You turned the thing over in your hand. It was a solid piece of silver, the same width all the way around, with curling designs carved into it. You slid it onto your middle finger. It was a little loose, but it fit. Smiling to yourself, you continued up the walkway to the office door and pulled it open.

You were a little disappointed when you didn’t see Mama-Ji – you’d bought her a small glass paperweight with a pink lotus in it (you’d found it in the clearance bin of a gas station) and had wanted to give it to her but found no one familiar in the office. Instead, you talked with the clerk, rented a room, and wandered back out, twirling the key to number 54 around your finger. You glanced into the window of 55 to see if you could see Shadow, but found the curtain drawn.

As you unlocked number 54, you heard the door on your other side open and the sounds of two men talking reached your ears. You just headed inside, making a note of the other room being occupied. A large hand suddenly slapped against the small of your back. You whipped around, hand clenched into a fist, and smashed your knuckles into his sternum.

At least Sweeney didn’t sprawl backwards. He did drop his head back, though, and snarled a mighty swear at the hit, stumbling back and pulling his hand away from you in the process. Your mouth dropped open, first in shock, and then with hesitant and nervous chuckles that built up into high pitched giggles. Sweeney’s hand slapped over your face and he shoved you back into the room with an annoyed, “Glad you found that funny.”

You tripped backwards and fell into the chair with a gasp. The bag fell next to you. Sweeney paused, hand on the door, holding it open. He watched you with narrowed, but worried, eyes as you looked up at him with a wide mouthed stare.

Then, you started laughing.

He rolled his eyes and shut the door. “You’re gettin’ better,” he pointed out with a grunt. He rubbed the spot on his chest. “Winded me a bit.”

“Maybe you’re becoming more human,” you said once you were done laughing.

He gaped at you a bit. “That’s not funny,” he said. You snorted, teetering on the edge of falling into another fit of laughter.

“It’s a little funny,” you wheezed. You tilted your head back, staring at the ceiling with a soft sigh. “Sweeney?”

“Hm.” The curtain swayed, the metal clamps sliding over the curtain rod with a ring. You glanced up to see him peering out the window. He blindly grabbed the chair by the little table and pulled it towards him. When you didn’t reply, his eyes dragged over to you. It was easier to see the gold in his eyes in the yellow hotel light. You leaned your ear against your shoulder and found yourself smiling. “What?” he breathed with a smile playing on his lips. He sank his hulking frame into the chair.

“What did you do?” you softly asked. You shrugged and straightened up, carding your fingers through your hair to scratch your scalp. “Before all of this.” He arched an eyebrow for you to clarify and reached into his coat to pull out a cigarette. “Before Wednesday.”

The lighter flicked open, and he paused in lighting the cigarette, as though he had to think about his answer. When he did light the thing, he was scowling. He tossed the lighter on the table and it slid towards the edge. “Traveled,” he answered, though he wasn’t happy about it. “Met a girl.”

“Oh, did you see her boobies, too?” you asked.

He snorted and his frown was replaced with a bemused smile. “No,” he answered. He exhaled slowly, and the smoke formed a perfect ring. You stood and leaned over the table to break it. Then, you curled up in the other chair. “She brought me here.”

“The girl who couldn’t leave her stories behind?” you asked.

He nodded. “Essie,” he whispered. You leaned your chin in your hand and watched him. The red tip of his cigarette smoldered and glowed in his eyes, lighting a fire somewhere behind them that drew Sweeney away from you and your table. “Met her grandmother,” he rasped. His voice had changed; it’d grown deeper with a memory, his accent thicker, his words almost ancient; it was small, too, and fragile, as though it carried a heavy weight on the thinnest of eggshells. His fingers curled on the tabletop. You stretched out your free hand and brushed them. He clasped yours gently, his thumb brushing over the surface of his ring, and suddenly his eyes cleared, and he was looking down at that ring like it had shocked him.

“Where’d you go?” you quietly asked.

He put the cigarette out on the windowsill, making you frown and hum in annoyance, and smiled down at your hand. “Shores of Érie,” he whispered, and you thought you could smell the water and the grass just from the reverence in his voice. You inhaled slowly, deeply, and instead found the sharp tang of chemical cleaner and cloves coating your lungs.

You watched him twist the ring on your finger. He didn’t move to take it, just twisted it. You stretched your fingers down his palm. Your heart fluttered. “Can you tell me about it?” you asked.

Sweeney propped his elbow on the windowsill and continued to watch the quiet scene outside while his thumb and forefinger turned the ring. “She came through a fairy ring when she was a girl,” he murmured.

In your ear – or the back of your head – you heard the pages of a book turn. You glanced over your shoulder, searching for the sound, and found nothing but the old wallpaper of the hotel room, the chair, and your bag next to it.

“She reminded me of my girl in that dress a her’s,” he continued. His voice was fading, thick with memory as he spun the ring on your finger. “Danced with her and the fireflies and told her stories.” You smiled as you watched him. You thought you could see the flickering yellow bugs in his eyes.

“Hard to see you dancing,” you gently teased. The light lingered when he looked up at you with a grin that was far more playful than you had expected, given where you were and who you were waiting for. His fingers turned and clasped your hand and he pulled you from the chair with ease. You choked out a laugh and stumbled over your feet. He caught you, twirled you under his arm until you stood across from him, and he bowed – bowed! - at the waist, an arm behind his back and a wicked and downright joyous grin on his face. You mimicked him with a brilliant smile of your own and, suddenly, you found yourself believing that he had once been a leprechaun, one of the Fair Folk beneath the Hill, because this wasn’t Mad Sweeney you were seeing, but an older and far wilder man.

He straightened and tugged you to him and took off across the floor with a laugh. You followed with a bright giggle, finding it easy to shadow his quick two-step around the empty space of the room.

(The Starbright Motel was brimming with magic then, with a corpse finding her heart beating in one room, an old man speaking with his thoughts and his memory in another, and a leprechaun filling a room with a memory in a third. The magic sank into the worn and eaten wood of the motel and other patrons felt a spark in their chests, urging them to change things in their own lives, and felt a little lucky to be in that motel that night.)

You laughed as Sweeney spun you, the tune he hummed ringing in your ears like a full band played. He pulled you back to him, his hand low on your waist and a laugh on his lips.

For a moment, you were in the woods, surrounded by trees illuminated by a massive bonfire. Sweeney grinned, his hair brushing his shoulders in gentle waves while small plaits pulled pieces from his gold and emerald eyes. You smelled the wood and the ash and the petrichor from a distant storm and felt soft fabric drift around your legs as the fae before you launched you both into another dance. The music roared in your ears and you laughed and laughed.

Red and blue lights strobed across your vision and you turned to the window. Sweeney crossed the room, his song and his dance and his memory forgotten as he pulled the curtain back with a quiet, “Fuck.”

You opened the door to watch the cops lead Shadow and Mr. Wednesday to the back of their patrol car, wondering what they were being arrested for, then crossing your arms. What did this mean for you and your job? Your payment? What was gonna happen?

Mr. Wednesday looked up and met your eyes before he was helped into the back of the car, and he smiled. You frowned. “Weird,” you whispered. Sweeney appeared at your shoulder, though didn’t peer out at them. “They’re getting arrested,” you said.

“Do you see the Dead Wife?” he asked.

“No?” you answered, looking back at him.

He grabbed the door and slipped around you, silent for a man as large as he was, and was throwing open the door next door before you could stop him.

“Are you fucking serious?” you said to yourself.

The kind of bang that only a large body being thrown into a wall would make caused you to jump.

“Okay?” you swore, making sure to keep the door to your room open a crack before scrambling next door.

Sweeney was on the floor and a woman you could only assume was Laura Moon looked up when you entered the room. “Who the fuck are you?” she asked, standing from a crouched position.

“Uh,” is the only response you managed.

Sweeney thumped his head against the wall, snarling out a swear and said, “She’s got my coin.” He looked up at you, and you looked down at him, watching as he cradled his hand against his chest. “I can see it in her fuckin’ cunt throat!” he growled.

Laura started towards him. You threw your hands out and stepped over his sprawled-out legs, backing up as Laura stomped into your space. You lifted your hands more and shouted, “If you hit him again, he’s gonna break like a fuckin’ toothpick!”

“Maybe that’s the plan!” Laura shouted back. She smelled like body wash and rot.

“Maybe the plan is for you to give me my fuckin’ coin back!” Sweeney shouted. You kicked his thigh. “Fuck!”

Something in Laura’s flat eyes flickered, like she realized something. She looked down at Sweeney, then at you, and stepped back. You lowered your hands. “He can’t just take it, can he?” she asked.

“Will you give it back?”

The words rang like a deadly curse in your head and your heart dropped to your shoes. Sweeney didn’t say a word. Laura crouched beside him and poked a single finger against his temple. “I have to give it to you, don’t I?”

He snarled at her. She smiled when she stood, and paced across the room, scratching her neck. You turned around and knelt in front of him, taking his hand between yours. The knuckles, which were spread as though someone had split his hand in two, snapped back into place. He curled his fingers around yours, and you found his were shaking very faintly.

“I’ll give you another one,” he called over your shoulder.

Laura turned around. “What, no.” She crossed her arms. “Is the Jolly Ginger Giant your boyfriend or something?” she asked you as you stood, “That why you’re here?”

Sweeney snorted instead of letting you answer. “Give you a whole slew a coins for the one in yer rottin’ chest,” he mumbled. You felt his hat smack against the back of your legs as he fished it from his jacket.

“He do this a lot?” Laura asked.

Sweeney latched a hand onto your arm as he pulled himself up, one which you steadied with a roll of your eyes. “Which part?” you asked. Laura just waved a hand at the whole of him, earning a click of the tongue from the leprechaun in question. You puffed out an air of exasperation and shrugged. “Is there any way you can give him the coin?” you asked.

She shrugged her thin shoulders, mouth turned down in a frown. “Dunno. Don’t really care. I like my coin.” Her eyes left your face and locked onto Sweeney’s. “My coin,” she emphasized.

He sniffed as he pulled the hat over his head. “Don’t have to wait long for all that rotten meat to slough off yer bones, when I can just pluck the coin outta yer fuckin’ cunt chest,” he grumbled.

You looked up at him with a whispered, “Stop calling her a cunt.”

“’ll stop callin’ her a cunt when she stops being a fuckin’ cunt,” he griped. He looked up. “The cunt,” he said with a loud emphasis of spit, “Is just gonna melt all the faster if she keeps soakin’ her corpse in water.”

You scrubbed a hand over your face and stepped away from him, scratching your eyebrow with a stressed-out sigh.

Laura, on the other hand, rose to the bait. “Then that’s what you’ll have to wait for!” she shouted, “For you to take it from my decaying body, because I’m not giving you my FUCKING coin!”

You really should have known how Sweeney would respond. You should have. But it still, somehow, surprised you when he released an angry snarl and tackled the petite woman through the wood partition between the bed and the bathroom. You stared for a moment, watched as he slammed her into the bathtub with both hands and a growl of, “You’ll give me back my fuckin’ coin!” before you calmly opened the door and slipped back into your room next door. You patted your pockets, wondering if your phone was on you – you could really use a conversation with your sister right about now, especially since watching Sweeney punt the Living Dead Girl ™ into a bathtub had jarred you so much that you started to dissociate.

Instead, you found the package of Red Vines, and pulled them free just as the cops burst through the doors of the motel room next to you. You idly wondered how you had avoided them seeing you. Maybe they’d only started to pay attention when Sweeney started screaming. Or, maybe they were more concerned with the fact that it looked like the angry Irish man was in the middle of murdering someone.

You leaned on the door frame as they dragged him out, chewing lazily on the licorice in your fingers, wondering if Sweeney was going to do anything about the fact that he was getting arrested. From the way he struggled – and was rapidly losing – to the two officers that were trying to force his hulking frame into the cruiser, you doubted he could do much.

His head shot up from the hood of the police car. “Oy!” he shouted, “Hey – fuckin’ get off – tell them I’m innocent!” He jerked his arms around with a snarl. You thought that he might try to bite one of the cops – nope, not might, he certainly turned and snapped his teeth as they tried to pull him back. “Tell them she’s already dead!” he shouted. He pushed himself away from the car. The officers used this as leverage, hauling him around the open back door. “Tell them she’s already dead!” he snapped, voice cracking as he was all but thrown into the back.

The door shut.

One officer – who was sweating so bad from the ordeal that his collar stuck to his neck, glanced up at you. “You know this asshole?” he mumbled. He swiped the back of his hand over his forehead.

You swallowed the overly chewed piece of candy in your mouth and stared Sweeney dead in the eye through the front windshield. “Never seen him before in my life,” you deadpanned.

“Oh, for FUCKS sake!” you heard him shout. The car started to rock as he thrashed. “What did I do to you?!” he yelled as the officers climbed into car. You shrugged. The door next to you – door number 53 – opened to reveal the two men you had heard before. They moved to stand on either side of you. You tilted your head as you watched the police car leave, offering a Red Vine to either of the men that stood with you.

The taller one, the one with the beach waves pulled back in a short ponytail, took one. “So, was that your boyfriend?” he asked as he leaned his arm over your head. You saw Sweeney crane his neck to look back through the back window. He started swearing something, sitting up more in the seat, until the cops took the turn a little harder than necessary and sent him sprawling out of view.

“Ew, no,” you automatically said as you took a bite of candy. Your heart skipped a little. What a traitor. “Why does everyone think he’s my fucking boyfriend?” you mumbled.

“Was the other guy?” asked the second of the two. He was shorter, but with larger arms than his companion. The second man leaned on your other side.

“Which guy?” you asked. All three of you turned towards the room, where another cop was radioing back to dispatch about the dead body in the room. You frowned a little. This was going to be a problem.

“You know? The large guy? Shaved head?” asked the first man. He looked down at you. You looked up. His eyes suddenly widened, and he shoved the Red Vine half into his mouth, holding out his hand. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, I’m being rude. Apellon,” he said around the candy.

You stared at him while your chewing slowly came to a stop. You then wrinkled your nose and took his hand to shake it. “Don’t even bother to hide, do you?”

���Why should he?” asked the man on the other side of you. He braced his hands behind him and gently bounced himself against the wall, watching you and Apellon with mirth in his eyes. “There’s weirder names out there than Apellon.”

“Like what?” you challenged.

They looked at each other. “Ignius,” they answered together. You snorted and looked down at your shoes, tilting your head in an agreement.

The other man held out his hand, still bouncing ever so gently against the wall. “Izzy,” he introduced. You took it with a smile. “I used to be known as Icarus,” he added.

“You’re making a comeback,” you said after introducing yourself. You took another bite of your candy. “Give it five, ten years, and the songs of Apollo and Icarus are going to be told as the ultimate love stories.” Apellon laughed with a shy smile and Izzy just shook his head. “I think your story is probably my favorite.”

“Why’s that?” asked Izzy as the three of you turned your heads to see another officer head into the motel room, and then back out with a tragic shake of his head.

You offered both of them the last licorice, which they took and split into three parts, and after taking your offered piece, you threw the packaging away and peeked into the motel room again. “Because you knew what you wanted, despite what everyone said, and worked hard to get it,” you answered. You looked back at the officer to see him talking into his radio, then darted into the room with a quiet call of, “Be right back.”

The room was a mess, with splintered wood covering the floor. You gingerly stepped over a piece and investigated the bath, where the water was still, and Laura lay gently at the bottom. She reminded you of that painting, if someone were to take it and change it to a modern setting – the one of the girl, from the play, who waded into the river with rocks in her pockets after fucking the prince of some European country. You tilted your head as you leaned over the water and stared at her face, wondering what the name of the fucking play was.

Laura winked at you.

You rolled your eyes. “He got arrested, you know,” you said. Her lips tilted up in a smile. “God you are just as bad as him, holy shit,” you whispered.

“Hey!” You snapped up, feeling something pull in your neck at the sudden reaction. The cop from outside stood in the door, his hand on his belt, where his gun rested. “This is a crime scene!” he exclaimed. You looked back down at the water, at Laura, and a plan – some half-assed scheme that you could only partially blame on Sweeney’s influence on you – started to form in your head. You trembled your chin and stepped back. “You can’t be in here,” the cop continued, though now he was hesitant, and a little worried. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Oh, just--” You made to wipe at your eyes and turned to him. “Never thought I would see my sister again!” You hiccupped and stretched the cuffs of your sweatshirt so hard that the seams popped. “Let alone dead!” you wailed.

“Oh.” The cop squirmed. He held out a hand and gently patted your shoulder, then coaxed you outside, where he left you next to Izzy and Apellon with a gentle whisper of, “Can you...watch...?” Then, he took off for his car, fingers on the radio at his shoulder.

You turned your back to the cop and looked up at the two with dry eyes. “I’m just inconsolable,” you murmured. Apellon pursed his lips and scooped you into his arms, squeezing you and rocking you from side to side. Izzy patted your back and dropped his head on your shoulder, more to smother his rising snorts and giggles than you offer you any comfort.

“What’s with the dead girl?” Apellon quietly asked against your hair.

You threw one arm around Izzy and the other around Apellon’s waist with a soft, hiccupping hum. “He’s not looking anymore,” Izzy mumbled.

You shrugged. “She has something that my—”

“Boyfriend?” Apellon offered.

You kicked his shin. “Irish friend,” you finished with emphasis, “Wants back.” A pang of embarrassed horror warmed your skin, and you looked up at Apellon with a front. “Sorry, that was rude.”

He cocked his head to the side and grinned. You could see the sun behind his eyes. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. He lifted his arms from around you and squished your face between his hands. “What’s a shin kick between friends?”

You weren’t expecting that. Friends? You’d just met these guys! You thought about Syne, though, and her many texts, and about Ignius and his offer for any kind of assistance; of Mr. Nancy and his help despite his bitterness, and Bast with her constant visits; of Mei and of Lynn and of Hody and the shoes that warmed your toes despite the late Spring nip on the air.

His arms wound around your neck in a loose hug and he set his chin on your head. “Oh, shit,” he murmured, “Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you making people cry, sunshine?” mumbled Izzy. The two spoke above your head as you stared absently at the door next to you.

You had friends in these deities that you had met, not just Sweeney. Why had it taken you so long to realize?

A van trundled into the parking lot, and a man climbed out of the front seat with a metal clipboard. You watched him open the back doors, big black things that were marked with the word CORONER, pull out a gurney, and roll it across the parking lot into the room next to you. There was a moment of gentle cursing, of the guy struggling to get Laura’s body into a bag, and then onto the gurney, and then he wheeled it out and back towards the van.

It took you a moment too long to realize that you couldn’t let her go alone – especially without anyone knowing where she was going. “Shit,” you mumbled. You wiggled out of Apellon’s hold with a whisper of, “Hold on, I gotta catch that corpse.”

“I’m sorry did you just--” Apellon spoke at your back as you started towards the van. “Catch a corpse?” he repeated.

“Oh, this is gonna be hilarious,” Izzy muttered.

You jogged over to the coroner, watching as he examined the open zipper on the side of the bag. Laura was still very much dead inside, and you got the feeling she wasn’t gonna get any deader. He zipped it up. “Uh, excuse me,” you called as you approached. He looked up. His name tag said Tim. “Tim, the coroner,” you awkwardly said. You snapped your fingers together and clapped your hands. “Uh, can I ride with you?” you asked.

He folded the clipboard under his arm. “Why?”

You shrugged. “Uh.” You looked down at your feet. Fuck, what would Sweeney say in this situation? “That’s my sister?” you said as you looked back up. You wouldn’t believe you if you were Tim.

Tim crossed his arms. “Your sister?” he asked.

“Yup,” you said, nodding, “Mm-hm.”

“What’s her name?” he asked. He lifted the clipboard and clicked his pen.

Holy shit, you though, maybe you’d pull it off. “Jane,” you quickly answered as you shoved your hands into your back pockets.

Tim slowly lifted his eyes to you, arching an eyebrow. “Jane?” he asked.

“Yup,” you replied.

He wrote it down. “Last name?”

“Doe.”

This time Tim slapped his hands against his thighs, staring at you with blatant disbelief. “Jane Doe?” he asked.

“Yup,” you said while smacking your lips. You rocked back on your heels. “Jane Janis Joplin Doe,” you clarified while nodding your head. You thought you heard Laura groan. Tim didn’t hear it though. “Parents were really fond of J names,” you sighed.

Tim planted his hands on his hips. “Oh yeah?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” you lied. You knew Apellon and Izzy were watching you, you just knew it, and you looked over when Tim looked back down at his clipboard to write something down to see Apellon filming you with his phone. You scrunched your face up, glaring at him, and turned right back around before Tim could see you.

“And your name?” he asked.

“Jack,” you quickly answered with a straight face. You rolled your lips together and added, “Jack Johannes Jingle Doe.”

Tim just stared at you. Poor Tim, you thought, he does not get paid enough to deal with your bullshit, or whatever bullshit Laura would have to pull to be able to escape the coroner’s van. “Jingle,” he slowly said.

“Our grandmother’s name,” you replied.

“And Johannes?” he asked.

“Our grandfather’s,” you answered with a smile.

He tapped his pen against his clipboard and straightened. Oh, you knew that look in his eye. That was a look that said he was going to roll with this and see how far you took it. You smiled wider. “Your parents' names,” he said simply enough, throwing in a shrug and a sympathetic smile, “Gotta inform the rest of the family so we can find out next of kin.”

“Oh, well, that would be John Josephat Jimothy Doe and Janet Jorothea Jameline Doe, sir,” you replied with a brilliant smile.

“How the fuck did that come out so smoothly?” you heard Izzy whisper.

Tim nodded slowly. The doubt was starting to fade a little in his eyes. Were you pulling his leg or were you serious? Those were some out-of-left-field names, so he couldn’t be sure. Still, he looked down at his clipboard and wrote ‘John J.J. Doe’ and ‘Janet J.J. Doe’, along with ‘Jack J.J. Doe’ and ‘Jane J.J. Doe’ in the name for the deceased. He clicked his pen. “You can ride in the back with her,” he murmured, then turned and walked to the front of the van.

You climbed up into it and pulled the doors shut.

The zipper inched open. “What the actual fuck was that?” Laura whispered.

You licked your bottom lip and sat down. “Grade A bullshit, mania, and wishful fuckin’ thinking,” you whispered back. She smiled.

“I like you,” she said.

“Feeling’s mutual,” you replied with a grin. She sat her head back. “I don’t know why he kept insisting you were a cunt.”

“Ginger Minge?” she asked. The van started to move. You nodded. She shrugged. “Don’t have the faintest idea.”

“Are you okay back there?” Tim shouted over the roar of the poorly kept engine. Laura’s eyes widened, and she hastily zipped the bag back up as he glanced over his shoulder. He pulled out onto the freeway and started to drive.

“Yeah!” you replied, clearing your throat. “Just uh,” you looked down at the bag. You could barely see Laura’s eyes peeking out from the hole she made in the bag. “Talking to Jane,” you finished.

“Oh.” He looked away awkwardly. “You can keep doing that then.”

You arched an eyebrow and looked down at Laura. She rolled her eyes. You smiled. You kept quietly chatting with her while the van drove down the freeway and into the city. She told you about herself, though she carefully avoided a few topics with a mindful glare. You shared in kind, and actively avoided the topic of just what Sweeney was to you. It made your heart pound uncomfortably and your palms sweat. You didn’t like it.

Eventually, the van rolled into a garage about twenty minutes later, where an attendant helped the coroner roll Laura’s gurney through some doors and into a hall. You followed, picking at the frays of your sweatshirt, tearing the fold in the cuffs until they split completely. The attendant told you to wait out in the hall, that he would take your information in a moment.

Tim hesitated out of arms reach on his way out. “I’m…sorry, Jack,” he said slowly.

It took you a minute to look up, and look upset, and then nod to him. He left before you could say anything to him. You puffed your cheeks out and sighed loudly, glad to be done with that load of nonsense.

Except, you weren’t. The attendant came out a few minutes later, asking you all sorts of questions and holding a clip board. You took it and skimmed the papers, answering as sloppily as you could with the pen, bouncing in place and bobbing your head to his answers. He eyed you as you handed it back to him.

“Can I see her?”

“They’re working on her right now,” he said with a frown. “Do you know why she’s already got autopsy scars?”

You rolled your eyes up to the ceiling. “Jane was a real punk rocker?” you tried. You really hoped your face didn’t give anything away. You knew autopsy scars were a legit thing in the world, but you didn’t know much beyond that! How were you supposed to explain this bullshit?

The guy nodded, though, and shrugged. “Shame.” Then, he turned around and started back towards the morgue. He turned on his heel. “I’ll come get you when you can see her.” Then, he added, “Cool shoes.”

“Thanks?”

He disappeared through a set of swinging doors. Seconds later, much to your surprise, there was an explosion, and a scream, and the sound of flesh smacking against metal. You scrambled through the swinging doors and found Laura, very naked, climbing out of the freezer cupboard. Across the room was the attendant, now squished by the door that once held Laura in a wall. You looked back at her and tilted your head. There was gold tracing through her veins.

“Can you help me find my clothes?” she asked, scratching her head. “I didn’t see where they put them.”

“Uh…” You nodded slowly. “Yeah. Sure.”

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Fandoms and Characters I write for:

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101 Dalmatians (Live Action Version): Cruella De Vil

~A~

Accel World: Ash Roller & Yellow Radio

Adventure Time: Finn, Fionna, Flame King, Flame Prince, Flame Princess, Marceline, Marshall Lee & Prince Gumball

Aladdin (Animated And Live Action Versions): Aladdin, Genie & Jasmine

Alice In Wonderland (Live Action Version): Alice Kingsleigh, Cheshire Cat, Iracebeth/The Red Queen, Mirana Marmoreal/The White Queen & Tarrant Hightopp/Mad Hatter

American Gods: Bilquis, Liam Doyle, Mad Sweeney, Mr. Ibis, Mr. Jacquel, Mr. Nancy, Ostara, Shadow Moon & Technical Boy/Telephone Boy/Quantum Boy

Angels Of Death: Isaac "Zack" Foster

Arcane: Ekko, Jayce Talis, Powder/Jinx, Silco, Vander, Violet “Vi” & Viktor

Assassination Classroom: Gakuho Asano, Gakushu Asano, Irina Jelavic, Itona Horibe, Karma Akabane, Kazutaka Shindō, Korosensei/The Reaper, Nagisa Shiota, Ryoma Terasaka, Tadaomi Karasuma, The Reaper (Korosensei’s disciple) & Yuma Isogai

A Tender Heart: Evelina & Liandro

Attack On Titan: Annie Leonhardt, Armin Arlelt, Eren Jaeger, Furlan Church, Jean Kirschtein, Levi Ackerman, Mikasa Ackerman, Nile Dox, Porco Galliard & Reiner Braun

Avatar Movies: Ao'nung, Jake Sully, Kiri, Lo’ak, Miles Quaritch, Miles "Spider" Socorro, Neteyam, Neytiri, Ronal, Rotxo, Tonowari, Tsireya & Tsu'tey

Avatar The Last Airbender: Aang, Azula, Katara, Sokka, Toph & Zuko

~B~

Bad Samaritan: Cale Erendreich & Sean Falco

Baldur’s Gate: Astarion Ancunín,  Gale Dekarios,  Karlach Cliffgate,  Lae'zel,  Mizora & Wyllyam “Wyll” Ravengard

Bambi Movies: Bambi, Ronno & The Great Prince Of The Forest

Beastars: Bill, Gohin, Juno, Legoshi, Louis, Melon & Pina

Beauty And The Beast (Animated And Live Action Versions): Beast/Prince Adam, Belle, Gaston & Lumiere

Beetlejuice Musical: Beetlejuice & Lydia

Beetlejuice TV Show: Beetlejuice & Lydia

Belle: Kei (Beast), Shinobu Hisatake & Suzu Naito (Belle)

Ben 10: Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Gwen Tennyson & Kevin Levin

Ben 10 (Alien Force): Albedo, Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Charmcaster, Gwen Tennyson & Kevin Levin

Ben 10 (Omniverse): Albedo, Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Charmcaster, Gwendolyn Tennyson, Kevin Levin, Kyhber & Rook

Ben 10 (Ultimate Alien): Albedo, Ben Tennyson (+ Aliens), Charmcaster, Gwen Tennyson & Kevin Levin

Bendy And The Ink Machine: Bendy/Ink Demon & Sammy Lawrence

Beyblade Metal Fusion (& Metal Masters): Da Xiang Wang, Gingka Hagane, Kyōya Tategami, Masamune Kadoya, Nile, Reiji Mizuchi, Ryūga Kishatu, Ryūtaro Fukami, Sora Akatsuki, Tsubasa Otori, Yu Tendo & Zhou Xing

Big Hero Six: Baymax, Gogo Tomago, Hiro Hamada & Tadashi Hamada 

Black Butler: Agni, Alois Trancy, Cheslock, Ciel Phantomhive, Dagger, Doll/Freckles, Drossel Keinz, Edward Midford, Grell Sutcliff, Joker, Jumbo, Sebastian Michaelis, Snake, Soma Asman Kadar, Undertaker & William T. Spears

Black Clover: Asta, Charlotte Roselei, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Gajah, Gordon Agrippa, Jack The Ripper, Julius Novachrono, Kiato, Klaus Lunettes, Ladros, Leopold Vermillion, Liebe, Luck Voltia, Magna Swing, Mars, Mereoleona Vermillion, Nacht Faust, Neige, Noelle Silva, Nozel Silva, Patolli, Rades Spirito, Rill Boismortier, Vetto, William Vangeance, Yami Sukehiro, Yuno Grinberryall & Zora Ideale 

Bleach: Äs Nödt, Bazzard Black “Bazz-B”, Byakuya Kuchiki, Coyote Starrk, Gin Ichimaru, Gō Koga, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Hichigo, Hōzukimaru, Hyōrinmaru, Ichigo Kurosaki, Ikkaku Madarame, Isshin Shiba/Kurosaki, Jinta Hanakari, Kazeshini, Kenpachi Zaraki, Kensei Muguruma, Kisuke Urahara, Kon, Kūgo Ginjō, Kurōdo, Mabashi, Mayuri Kurotsuchi, Nnoitra Gilga, Noba, Pesche Guatiche, Renji Abarai, Ryūken Ishida, Sajin Komamura, Senbonzakura, Shinji Hirako, Shūhei Hisagi, Sōsuke Aizen, Szayelaporro Granz, Tōshirō Hitsugaya, Ulquiorra Cifer, Uryū Ishida, Yammy Llargo, Yasutora “Chad” Sado, Yoruichi Shihōin, Yukio Hans Vorarlberna, Yumichika Ayasegawa & Zabimaru “Snake and Monkey”

Blood Lad: Staz Charlie Blood & Wolf

Blue Exorcist: Amaimon, Mephisto Pheles, Reiji Shiratori, Rin Okumura, Ryuji “Bon” Suguro, Shiro Fujimoto & Yukio Okumura

Blue Lock: Adam Blake, Gin Gagamaru, Hyoma Chigiri, Jingo Raichi, Julian Loki, Jyubei Aryu, Leonardo Luna, Meguru Bachira, Rensuke Kunigami, Rin Itoshi, Ryusei Shido, Seishiro Nagi, Shoei Baro & Yoichi Isagi

Blue Period: Haruka Hashida, Koigakubo, Ryuji “Yuka-chan” Ayukawa, Yatora Yaguchi & Yotasuke “Sekai-kun” Takahashi

BNA: Alan Sylvasta, Michiru Kagemori, Nazuna Hiwatashi & Shirou Ogami

Boku No Hero Academia: Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress), Chizome Akaguro (Stain), Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt), Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot), Enji Todoroki (Endeavor), Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi), Goto Imasuji (Jail Breaker & Muscular), Himiko Toga, Hitoshi Shinso, Inasa Yoarashi (Gale Force), Izuku Midoriya (Deku), Jin Bubaigawara (Twice), Kai Chisaki (Overhaul), Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight), Keigo Takami (Hawks), Kendo Rappa (The Rapper), Kugo Sakamata (Gang Orca), Kurogiri/Oboro Shirakumo (Loud Cloud), Mezo Shoji (Tentacole), Mirio Togata (Lemillion), Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati), Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief), Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity), Selkie, Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head), Shoto Todoroki (Shoto), Shuichi Iguchi (Spinner), Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fat Gum), Tamaki Amajiki (Suneater), Tenya Ida (Ingenium), Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu (Reel Steel), Tomura Shigaraki, Toshinori Yagi (All Might), Toya Todoroki (Dabi) & Yo Shindo (Grand)

Brave: Merida

Buddy Daddies: Kazuki Kurusu & Rei Suwa

Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Angel, Rupert Giles & Spike

Bungo Stray Dogs: Atsushi Nakajima, Chūya Nakahara, Doppo Kunikida, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Gin Akutagawa, Jun'ichirō Tanizaki, Kenji Miyazawa, Kyōka Izumi, Michizō Tachihara, Ōgai Mori, Osamu Dazai, Ranpo Edogawa, Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, Sakunosuke Oda, Tatsuhiko Shibusawa & Yukichi Fukuzawa

~C~

Camp Camp: Daniel, David & Max

Carmen Sandiego (2019): Carmen Sandiego, Chase Devineaux, Graham/Gray (Crackle), Player & Sheena (Tigress)

Castlevania: Alucard, Dracula, Hector, Isaac, Lenore, Striga & Trevor Belmont

Chaos Walking: Todd Hewitt

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina: Ambrose Spellman, Caliban, Lucifer Morningstar, Mambo Marie LeFleur/Baron Samedi, Prudence Blackwood, Robin Goodfellow & Sabrina Spellman

Cobra Kai: Eli "Hawk" Moskowitz, Johnny Lawrence, Miguel Diaz, Robert "Robby" Keene & Tory Nichols

Coco: Miguel Rivera

Constantine (TV Series): John Constantine & Papa Midnite

Coraline: Coraline Jones & Wybie Lovat

Creepypasta: BEN Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Homicidal Liu, Jane The Killer, Jeff The Killer, Laughing Jack, Offenderman, Slenderman, Splendorman, Ticci-Toby & Trenderman

Criminal Minds: Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Luke Alvez, Matthew "Matt" Simmons, Mick Rawson, Penelope Garcia, Spencer "Spence" Reid & William "Will" LaMontagne, Jr

Cruella: Artie, Estella Miller/Cruella De Vi & Jasper Badun

Cursed: Arthur, Dof, Gawain, Merlin, Nimue & The Weeping Monk

~D~

Dance With Devils: Mage Nanashiro & Shiki Natsumezaka

Danganronpa: Celestia “Celeste” Ludenberg, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Gundham Tanaka, Ibuki Mioda, Kazuichi Soda, Kiyotaka “Taka” Ishimaru, Mondo Owada, Monokuma, Nekomaru Nidai & Sakura Ogami

Danny Phantom: Dan, Danny Fenton, Ember McLain & Skulker

DC: Alec Holland (Swamp Thing), Arthur Curry (Aquaman), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Chato Santana (El Diablo), Clark Kent/Kal-El (Superman), Conner Kent/Kon-El (Superboy), Damian Wayne (Robin), Diana Prince (Wonderwoman), Dinah Lance (Black Canary), Floyd Lawton (Deadshot), Garfield "Gar" Logan (Beast Boy), Harleen Quinzel (Harley Quinn), Jason Todd (Robin & Red Hood), Joker, John Constantine, Kate Kane (Batwoman), Koriand'r (Starfire), Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy), Rachel Roth (Raven), Richard “Dick” Grayson (Robin & Nightwing), Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Tim Drake (Robin & Red Robin), Victor “Vic” Stone (Cyborg), Waylon Jones (Killer Croc) & Zatanna Zatara (Zatanna)

DC’s Legends Of Tomorrow: Astra Logue, Charlie, Damien Darhk, John Constantine, Leonard Snart, Mick Rory, Nate Heywood, Nora Darhk, Ray Palmer, Sara Lance & Zari Tarazi

Deadman Wonderland: Azuma Genkaku, Ganta Igarashi, Karako Koshio, Kiyomasa Senji & Toto Sakigami

Death Note: L Lawliet, Light Yagami, Mello, Rem & Ryuk

Death Parade: Decim & Ginti

Demon Slayer: Aizetsu, Akaza, Genya Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Gyutaro, Hinatsuru, Inosuke Hashibira, Kanao Tsuyuri, Karaku, Kyogai, Kyojuro Rengoku, Makio, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muzan Kibutsuji, Nezuko Kamado, Obanai Iguro, Rui, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Sekido, Suma, Tamayo, Tanjiro Kamado, Tengen Uzui, Urogi, Yushiro & Zohakuten

Descendants: Carlos, Evie, Hades, Harry Hook, Jay, Mal & Uma

Devils Line: Johannes Kleeman/Hans Lee, Megumi Ishimaru, Naoya Ushio, Takashi Sawazaki, Tamaki Anzai & Yuuki Anzai

Doctor Who: 9th Doctor, 10th Doctor, 11th Doctor & River Song

Dota: Dragon’s Blood: Asar, Auroth, Bram, Carl the Invoker, Davion, Fymryn, Lina/Slayer, Luna, Nico Hieronimo, Slyrak & Terrorblade

Dream Daddy: Craig Cahn, Damien Bloodmarch, Joseph Christiansen, Lucien Bloodmarch & Robert Small

Durarara: Anri Sonohara, Aoba Kuronuma, Celty Sturluson, Izaya Orihara, Kyohei Kadota, Masaomi Kida, Mikado Ryuugamine, Mikage Sharaku, Shinra Kishitani & Shizuo Heiwajima

~E~

Edward Scissorhands: Edward

Elemental: Ember Lumen & Wade Ripple

Encanto: Bruno Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal & Mirabel Madrigal

Enola Holmes: Enola Holmes & Sherlock Holmes

Epic: Nod & Queen Tara

Eragon: Arya Dröttning, Durza, Eragon Bromsson & Murtagh Morzansson

Ergo Proxy: Ergo Proxy/Vincent Law, Iggy & Re-L Mayer

~F~

Fairy Tail: Acnologia, Ajeel Raml, Aquarius, Bacchus Groh, Bickslow, Capricorn, Cobra/Erik, Doranbolt/Mest Gryder, Elfman Strauss, Erza Scarlet, Flare Corona, Gajeel Redfox, Gildarts Clive, Gray Fullbuster, Jackal, Jellal Fernandes, Jellal Fernandes/Mystogan, Larcade Dragneel, Laxus Dreyar, Loke (Leo), Lyon Vastia, Macbeth/Midnight, Mard Geer Tartaros, Minerva Orland, Natsu Dragneel, Orga Nanagear, Panther Lily, Racer/Sawyer, Rogue Cheney, Scorpio, Shô, Silver Fullbuster, Sting Eucliffe, Taurus, Vidaldus Taka, Wall Eehto, Warrod Sequen, Yuri Dreyar, Zancrow & Zeref Dragneel

Fantastic Beasts: Albus Dumbledore, Credence Barebone, Gellert Grindelwald, Jacob Kowalski, Newt Scamander, Queenie Goldstein & Theseus Scamander

Far Cry: Vaas Montenegro

Flower And The Beast: Crown Prince Muyeong

FNAF: Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Eclipse, Freddy Fazbear, Glamrock Chica, Glamrock Freddy, Mangle, Montgomery “Monty” Gator, Moon, Roxxanne Wolf, Sun & William Afton (Burntrap, Purple Guy & Springtrap)

Free!: Haruka Nanase, Makoto Tachibana, Momotaro Mikoshiba, Nagisa Hazuki, Rei Ryugazaki, Rin Matsuoka, Seijuro Mikoshiba & Sousuke Yamazaki

Frozen: Elsa & Kristoff Bjorgman

Fruits Basket (2019): Akito Sohma, Arisa Uotani, Ayame Sohma, Hatori Sohma, Hatsuharu Sohma, Kakeru Manabe, Kyo Sohma, Megumi Hanajima, Momiji Sohma, Saki Hanajima, Shigure Sohma, Tohru Honda & Yuki Sohma

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: Alphonse Elric, Barry the Chopper, Edward Elric, Envy, Greed/Greedling, Ling Yao, Miles, Olivier Mira Armstrong, Pride, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Scar & Solf J. Kimblee

~G~

Game Of Thrones: Arya Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, Ellaria Sand, Khal Drogo, Joffrey Baratheon, Jon Snow, Margaery Tyrell, Obara Sand, Oberyn Martell, Robb Stark, Sandor Clegane, Sansa Stark, Tormund Gaintsbane, Tyrion Lannister & Viserys Targaryen

Generator Rex: Rex Salazar

Gintama: Gintoki Sakata & Hedoro

Good Omens: Aziraphale & Crowley

Gotham: 514A, Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Kean, Bruce Wayne (Batman), Butch Gilzean, Eduardo Dorrance (Bane), Edward Nygma (Riddler), Ivy Pepper (Poison Ivy), James "Jim" Gordon, Jeremiah Valeska, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch (The Mad Hatter), Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow), Lee Thompkins, Maria "Fish" Mooney, Oswald Cobblepot (Penguin), Selina Kyle (Catwoman), Tabitha Galavan & Victor Zsasz

Gravity Falls: Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines & Gideon Gleeful

~H~

Haikyuu: Asahi Azumane, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Keiji Akaashi, Keishin Ukai, Kenma Kozume, Kentarō Kyōtani, Kōshi Sugawara, Kōtarō Bokuto, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Shōyō Hinata, Takanobu Aone, Tetsurō Kuroo, Tobio Kageyama, Tōru Oikawa, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Yūji Terushima & Yu Nishinoya

Hannibal (TV Series): Hannibal Lecter

Harry Potter: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Severus Snape & Sirius Black

Hazbin Hotel: Adam, Alastor, Angel Dust, Carmine, Cherry Bomb, Husk, Lucifer, Rosie, Sir Pentious, Valentino, Velvet, Vox & Zestial

Helluva Boss: Andrealphus, Bee-lzebub, Blitzo, Fizzarolli, Loona, Millie, Moxxie, Octavia, Robofizz, Stolas & Striker

Hercules: Hades & Hercules

Hetalia:  Alfred F. Jones (America), AlIen F. Jones (2P America), Antonio Carriedo (Spain), Arthur Kirkland (England), Francis Bonnefoy (France), Gilbert Beilschmidt (Prussia), Ivan Braginsky (Russia), James Mathieu Williams (2P Canada), Lovino Vargas (South Italy/Romano), Ludwig (Germany) & Oliver Kirkland (2P England)

Hobbit (+ Lord Of The Rings): Aragorn II Elessar, Bard, Elrond, Éomer, Fíli, Kíli, Legolas, Smaug, Thorin II Oakenshield & Thranduil 

Homestuck: Cronus Ampora, Dave Strider, Dirk Strider, Disciple, Dolorosa, Dualscar, Eridan Ampora, Gamzee Makara, Grand Highblood, Kankri Vantas, Karkat Vantas, Kurloz Makara, Mindfang, Mituna Captor, Porrim Maryam, Psionic, Rufioh Nitram, Signless, Sollux Captor, Summoner & Tavros Nitram

House Of The Dragon: Aegon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Criston Cole, Daemon Targaryen, Harwin Strong, Jacaerys Velaryon & Rhaenyra Targaryen

How To Train Your Dragon: Dagur The Deranged, Eret, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Valka

Hunchback Of Notre Dame: Esmeralda

Hunter X Hunter: Alluka Zoldyck, Cheetu, Chrollo Lucilfer, Feitan Portor, Gon Freecss, Hagya/Leol, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Kalluto Zoldyck, Killua Zoldyck, Kite, Knuckle Bine, Kurapika, Leorio Paradinight, Menthuthuyoupi “Youpi”, Meruem, Morel Mackernasey, Neferpitou “Pitou”, Phinks Magcub, Razor, Shalnark, Shoot McMahon, Silva Zoldyck, Uvogin, Welfin & Yunju

~I~

I Failed To Oust The Villain: Reinhart

I Love Yoo: Dieter Becker-Wulff, Hansuke Shishido, Kousuke Hirahara, Shin-Ae Yoo, Soushi Toyoshima & Yeong-Gi Hirahara

Interview With A Murderer: Cicero, Jerome & Kister

Inuyasha (+ Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon): Bankotsu, Byakuya, Hisui, Hiten, Inuyasha, Jakotsu, Kagura, Kirinmaru, Kōga, Kohaku, Meidomaru, Miroku, Moroha, Naraku, Riku, Sango, Sesshōmaru, Setsuna, Shishinki, Sōta Higurashi, Towa Higurashi & Zero

Invader Zim: Dib, Gaz, Professor Membrane & Zim

Is It Wrong To Pick Up Girls In A Dungeon: Ais Wallenstein, Allen Fromel, Ares, Bell Cranel, Bete Loga, Hephaestus, Hermes, Hestia, Liliruca “Lili” Arde, Loki, Ryuu Lion, Sanjouno Haruhime, Welf Crozzo & Yamato Mikoto

~J~

Julie And The Phantoms: Alex Mercer, Caleb Covington, Luke Patterson, Reginald "Reggie" Peters & Willie

Jujutsu Kaisen: Aoi Todo, Kento Nanami, Mahito, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Panda, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki & Yuji Itadori

Jurassic World: Owen Grady & Zach Mitchell

~K~

K: Kuroh Yatogami, Mikoto Suoh & Misaki Yata

Kaijudo: Alakshmi Verma, Raiden “Ray” Pierce-Okamoto & Tatsurion the Unchained

Kakegurui: Ibara Obami, Kirari Momobami, Kawaru Natari/Sumika Warakubami, Midari Ikishima, Miroslava Honebami, Ririka Momobami, Ryota Suzui & Yumeko Jabami

Kamigami No Asobi: Anubis Ma'at, Apollon Agana Belea, Balder Hringhorni, Dionysus Thrysos, Hades Aidoneus, Loki Laevatein, Takeru Totsuka, Thor Megingyoruzu, Thoth Caduceus & Tsukito Totsuka

Kamisama Kiss: Akura-Ou, Jiro, Kurama, Mizuki, Otohiko, Suirou & Tomoe

Killing Stalking: Oh Sangwoo & Yoon Bum

Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeast: Bad Billions, Good Billions, Hugo Oak/Scarlemagne, Kipo Oak, Lio Oak, Molly Yarnchopper, Wolf & Yumyan Hammerpaw

Kiss Him Not Me: Asuma Mutsumi, Hayato Shinomiya, Kae Serinuma, Kazuma Mutsumi, Nozomu Nanashima, Shima Nishina, Takurō Serinuma & Yūsuke Igarashi

Komi Can’t Communicate: Chika Netsuno, Hitohito Tadano, Onemine Nene, Shouko Komi & Shousuke Komi

Knives Out: Hugh Ransom Drysdale & Megan “Meg” Thrombey

~L~

Legend Of Korra: Aang, Amon (Noatak), Asami Sato, Bolin, Huan Beifong, Iroh II, Kai, Katara, Korra, Kuvira, Lin Beifong, Mako, Sokka, Tahno, Toph Beifong & Zuko

Lilo & Stitch: David Kawena, Nani Pelekai & Stitch

Lion King (Animated And Live Action Versions): Kiara, Kovu, Scar, Simba & Vitani

Love And Monsters: Joel Dawson

Love, Death + Robots: Decker, Liang, Snow, Sobieski, Sonnie/Khanivore & Yan

Luca: Alberto Scorfano, Luca Paguro & Massimo Marcovaldo

Lucifer: Amenadiel, Aurora “Rory” Morningstar, Dan Espinoza, Ella Lopez, Lucifer Morningstar & Mazikeen

~M~

Magi: Aladdin, Alibaba Saluja, Cassim, Drakon, Hakuryuu Ren, Hinahoho, Ja'far, Judar, Kouen Ren, Kouha Ren, Lo'lo', Masrur, Morgiana, Muu Alexius, Myron Alexius, Mystras Leoxses, Sharrkan Amun-Ra, Sinbad, Spartos Leoxses, Sphintus Carmen, Yamraiha & Yunan

Maid-Sama: Aoi Hyōdō, Misaki Ayuzawa, Sōtarō Kanō & Takumi Usui

Maleficent Movies: Borra, Diaval & Maleficent

Mario: Bowser, Donkey Kong, Mario & Luigi

Marvel: Alexander "Alex" Summers (Havok), Alexei Shostakov (Red Guardian), Azazel, Ben Grimm (The Thing), Brock Rumlow (Crossbones), Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel), Charles Xavier (Professor X), Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Curtis "Curt" Connors (Lizard), Drax, Druig, Erik Killmonger, Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto), Flint Marko (Sandman), Frank Castle (Punisher), Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Helmut Zemo (Baron Zemo), Henry “Hank” McCoy (Beast), Ikaris, Jack Russell (Werewolf By Night), James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier), James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine), Jean Grey (Phoenix), Jessica Jones, Jonathan "John" Walker (U.S. Agent), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Loki Laufeyson, Makkari, Marie D'Ancanto (Rogue), Matt Murdock (Daredevil), M’Baku, Miles Morales (Spider-Man), Namor, Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow), Okoye, Ororo Munroe (Storm), Otto Octavius (Doctor Octopus), Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver), Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Peter Quill (Star-Lord), Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Piotr Rasputin (Colossus), Quentin Beck (Mysterio), Raven Darkhölme (Mystique), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Robert “Bobby” Drake (Iceman), Samuel “Sam” Wilson (Falcon/Captain America), Scott Lang (Ant-Man), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Sersi, Shang-Chi Xu, Shuri, Sprite, Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange), Steve Rogers (Captain America), Sylvie Laufeydottir, T'Challa (Black Panther), Theena, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark (Iron Man), Ultron, Valkyrie, Victor Von Doom (Dr. Doom), Vision, Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch), Warren Worthington III (Angel), Wilson Fisk (Kingpin), Xialing Xu, Yelena Belova & Zebediah Kilgrave

Maximum Ride: Ari Batchelder, Fang, Iggy & Max

Max Steel: Maxwell “Max” McGrath (Max Steel) & Ven-Ghan 

Megamind: Megamind

Miraculous Ladybug: Adrien Agreste (Chat Blanc, Chat Noir & Cat Walker), Alya Césaire (Lady WiFi, Rena Furtive, Rena Rouge & Scarabella), Barbara Keynes (Knightowl), Fei Wu (Ladydragon), Félix Graham de Vanily (Flairmidable), Juleka Couffaine (Purple Tigress & Reflekta), Kagami Tsurugi (Lies, Oni-Chan, Riposte & Ryuko), Lê Chiến Kim (Dark Cupid & King Monkey), Luka Couffaine (Silencer, Truth & Viperion), Marc Anciel (Reverser & Rooster Bold), Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Ladybug & Lady Noire), Nathaniel Kurtzberg (Caprikid & Evillustrator), Olympia Hill (Majestia), Plagg, Sass, Tikki, Trixx & Zoe Lee (Soul Crusher & Vesperia)

Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-Kun: Chiyo Sakura, Hirotaka Wakamatsu, Masayuki Hori, Mikoto “Mikorin” Mikoshiba, Umetarou Nozaki & Yuu Kashima

~N~

Nanbaka: Hajime Sugoroku, Jyugo, Kenshirou Yozakura, Kiji Mitsuba, Liang, Musashi, Rock & Samon Gokuu

Naruto: Deidara, Gaara, Hidan, Itachi Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Kakuzu, Kankurō, Kiba Inuzuka, Kisame Hoshigaki, Kurama, Naruto Uzumaki, Neji Hyūga, Orochimaru, Sai, Sasori, Sasuke Uchiha, Shikamaru Nara & Zabuza Momochi

Nimona: Ballister Boldheart & Nimona

Noblesse: Cadis Etrama Di Raizel, Claudia Tradio, Dorant, Edian Drosia, Erga Kenesis Di Raskreia, Frankenstein, Gradeus, Han Shinwoo, Juraki, Karias Blerster, Kei Ru, M-21, M-24, Muzaka, Rael Kertia, Ragar Kertia, Rajak Kertia, Regis K. Landegre, Seira J. Loyard, Takeo, Tao, The Previous Lord & Urokai Agvain

No Game No Life: Sora & Shiro

Noragami: Bishamonten, Yato & Yukine

~O~

Obey Me: Asmodeus, Barbatos, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Leviathan, Lucifer, Luke, Mammon, Satan & Simeon

Once Upon A Time: Aladdin, Alice, Anastasia (Red Queen/White Queen), August Booth (Pinocchio), Baron Samdi (Dr. Facilier), Cruella Feinberg (Cruella De Vil), Cyrus, David Nolan (Prince Charming), Drew (Prince Naveen), Elsa, Emma Swan, Felix, Gaston, Gideon, Graham Humbert (The Huntsman), Hades, Henry Mills, Hercules, Jabberwocky, Jacinda Vidrio (Cinderella), Jafar, Jefferson (Mad Hatter), Killian Jones (Captain Hook), King Arthur, Lancelot, Leroy (Grumpy), Lord Macintosh, Maleficent, Margot (Robin Hood), Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow White), Merida, Merlin, Mr. Gold (Rumplestiltskin), Mr. Hyde, Mulan, Neal Cassidy (Baelfire), Peter Pan, Regina Mills (Evil Queen), Robin of Locksley (Robin Hood), Ruby (Red Ridding Hood), Sabine (Tiana), Ursula, Will Scarlet (Knave Of Hearts) & Zelena (Wicked Witch)

One Piece: Absalom, Arlong, Bartolomeo, Black Leg Sanji, Boa Hancock, Bon Clay, Brook, Buggy, Charlotte Katakuri, Crocodile, Donquixote Doflamingo, Donquixote “Corazon” Rosinante, Dracule Mihawk, Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Franky, Fukaboshi, Hordy, Killer, Koza, Monkey D. Dragon, Monkey D. Garp, Monkey D. Luffy, Nico Robin, Paulie, Pell, Perona, Portgas D. Ace, Rob Lucci, Roronoa Zoro, Sabo, Shanks, Silvers Rayleigh, Smoker, Trafalgar D. Water Law, Usopp & Wyper

One Piece Live Action: Black Leg Sanji, Buggy, Dracule Mihawk, Monkey D. Garp, Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro & Shanks

One Punch Man: Bad (Metal Bat), Garou, Genos (Demon Cyborg), Saitama (Caped Baldy) & Zombieman

Ouran Highschool Host Club: Benio "Benibara" Amakusa, Haruhi Fujioka, Hikaru Hitachiin, Kaoru Hitachiin, Kyoya Ootori, Mitsukuni “Honey” Haninozuka, Ritsu Kasanoda, Ryouji “Ranka” Fujioka, Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka, Tamaki Suoh & Umehito Nekozawa

Overlord: Ainz Ooal Gown/ Momonga & Demiurge

Overwatch: Ashe, Genji, Hanzo, Junker Queen, Junkrat, McCree, Mercy, Moira, Ramattra, Reaper, Soldier, Sombra, Tracer, Widowmaker, Zarya & Zenyatta

~P~

Parasyte: Shinichi Izumi

Peaky Blinders: John Shelby, Michael Gray & Thomas Shelby

Percy Jackson (+ The Heroes of Olympus): Jason Grace, Leo Valdez, Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson & William “Will” Solace

Peter Pan (Animated Version): Peter Pan

Pirates Of The Caribbean: Captain Jack Sparrow & Will Turner

Pokémon: Alain, Allister, Arven, Ash Ketchum, Atticus, Bea, Bede, Eri, Gary Oak, Gladion, Goh, Green, Grimsley, Guzma, Hop, Ilima, James, Jesse, Kabu, Kiawe, Leon, Marnie, Milo, N, Piers, Plumeria, Professor Kukui, Professor Sycamore, Raihan, Red, Rika & Spark

Poppy Playtime: Catnap & Dogday

Princess And The Frog: Charlotte, Dr. Facilier, Prince Naveen & Tiana

~R~

Raya And The Last Dragon: Namaari & Raya

Resident Evil: Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg & Rosemary “Rose” Winters

Rise Of The Guardians: E. Aster Bunnymund, Jack Frost, Pitch Black & Toothiana

Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:  Casey Jones, Cassandra Jones, Donatello “Donnie”, Leonardo “Leo”, Michelangelo “Mikey” & Raphael “Raph”

Riverdale: Archie Andrews, Cheryl Blossom, FP Jones, Hiram Lodge, Jughead Jones, Toni Topaz & Veronica Lodge

~S~

Say “I Love You”: Kai Takemura, Mei Tachibana & Yamato Kurosawa

Secret Saturdays: Doyle, Vincent Vladislav “V.V” Argost & Zak Saturday

Seraph Of The End: Crowley Eusford, Ferid Bathory, Gekkouin, Guren Ichinose, Krul Tepes, Mikaela Hyakuya, Seishirō Hīragi, Shihō Kimizuki, Shinya Hīragi, Shinoa Hīragi, Yoichi Saotome & Yūichirō Hyakuya

Servamp: Hyde (Lawless/Greed), Jeje (Doubt-Doubt/Envy), Kuro (Sleepy Ash/Sloth), Licht Jekylland Todoroki, Mahiru Shirota, Mikuni Alicein, Misono Alicein, Sakuya Watanuki, Snow Lily (All Of Love/Lust), Tetsu Sendagaya & Tsubaki

She-Ra (2018): Adora, Catra, Double Trouble, Hordak, Horde Prime, Scorpia & Wrong Hordak

Sherlock: James “Jim” Moriarty & Sherlock Holmes

Sing: Big Daddy/Marcus, Johnny & Nooshy

SK8 The Infinity: Ainosuke Shindo (Adam), Hiromi Higa (Shadow), Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry Blossom), Kojiro Nanjo (Joe), Langa Hasegawa (Snow), Miya Chinen & Reki Kyan

Skeleton Knight From Another World: Arc, Ariane Glenys Maple, Chiyome & Goemon

Slugterra: Dr. Thaddius Blakk, El Diablos Nacho, Eli Shane & Thaddius “Tad” D. Blakk

Sons Of Anarchy: Alexander “Tig” Trager, David Hale, Filip “Chibs” Telford, Happy Lowman, Harry “Opie” Winston, Jackson “Jax” Teller, Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz, Nero Padilla & Venus Van Dam

Soul Eater: Asura, Black Star, Crona (+Ragnarok), Death The Kid, Franken Stein, Free, Giriko, Lord Death, Medusa, Mifune, Soul Evans & Tsubaki

Spider-Man Spider-Verse Movies: Earth 42 Miles Morales (Prowler), Gwendolyn “Gwen” Stacy (Spider-Woman), Hobart "Hobie" Brown (Spider-Punk), Jonathan Ohnn (The Spot), Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099), Miles Morales (Spider-Man), Noir, Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man) & Peter B. Parker (Spider-Man)

Spider-Man Video Games: Miles Morales (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Split (+ Glass): Kevin (+ Personalities)

Spy x Family: Anya Forger, Damian Desmond, Loid Forger (Twilight), Yor Briar & Yuri Briar

Star Trek (2009): James T. Kirk, Khan Noonien Singh/John Harrison, Leonard “Bones” McCoy & Spock

Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil: Eclipsa, Marco Diaz, Star Butterfly, Toffee & Tom Lucitor

Star Wars: Kylo Ren

Steins;Gate: Kagari Shiina, Kurisu Makise, Luka Urushibara, Maho Hiyajo, Rintaro “Okarin” Okabe, Suzuha Amane & Yugo Tennouji

Steven Universe: Amethyst, Bismuth, Blue Diamond, Garnet, Jasper, Lapis, Lars Barriga, Pearl, Steven Universe, White Diamond & Yellow Diamond

Strange Magic: Bog King & Marianne

Stranger Things: Alexei, Billy Hargrove, Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven/Jane "El" Hopper, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Max Mayfield & Steve Harrington

Sugar Apple Fairy Tail: Ann Halford, Catt, Hugh Mercury, Keith Powell & Shall Fen Shall

Supergirl: Alex Danvers, Clark Kent/Kal-El (Superman), Indigo, James “Jimmy” Olsen (Guardian), J'onn J'onzz (Martian Manhunter), Kara Danvers/Kara Zor-El (Supergirl), Lena Luthor, Leslie Willis (Livewire), Maxwell “Max” Lord, Mon-El, Samantha “Sam” Arias (Reign), Siobhan Smythe (Silver Banshee) & Winn Schott 

Supernatural: Abaddon, Benny, Castiel, Crowley, Dean Winchester, Death, Gabriel, Jack, Lucifer, Rowena & Sam Winchester 

Swamp Thing: Alec Holland (Swamp Thing) & Daniel Cassidy (Blue Devil)

~T~

Tangled: Flynn Rider & Rapunzel

Tarzan (Animated And Live Action Versions): Tarzan

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012 Version): April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Chris Bradford (Dog Pound & Rahzar), Donatello “Donnie”, Karai, Leatherhead, Leonardo “Leo”, Michelangelo “Mikey”, Raphael “Raph”, Saki Oroku/Shredder, Shinigami, Slash/Spike, Tiger Claw & Yoshi Hamato/Splinter

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2014 Version): April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Donatello “Donnie”, Leonardo “Leo”, Michelangelo “Mikey” & Raphael “Raph”

Teen Titans (2003): Garfield "Gar" Logan (Beast Boy), Garth (Aqualad), Jinx, Komand'r (Blackfire), Koriand'r (Starfire), Rachel Roth (Raven), Red X, Richard "Dick" Grayson (Robin), Roy Harper (Speedy), Tara Markov (Terra), Victor “Vic” Stone (Cyborg) & Wallace "Wally" West (Kid Flash)

Teen Wolf: Aiden, Brett Talbot, Derek Hale, Deucalion, Ethan, Halwyn, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Jordan Parrish, Liam Dunbar, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski & Theo Raeken

The Addams Family (1991 Version): Gomez Addams & Morticia Addams

The Ancient Magus’ Bride: Alice Swayne, Cartaphilus/Joseph, Chise Hatori, Elias Ainsworth, Lindel, Mikhail Renfred, Oberon, Ruth, Silver Lady & Titania 

The Arcana: Asra Alnazar, Julian Devorak, Lucio, Muriel, Nadia Satrinava, Portia Devorak & Valerius

The Boys: Annie January (Starlight), Ben (Soldier Boy), Frenchie, Hughie Campbell, John (Homelander), Kimiko Miyashiro, Margaret Shaw (Queen Maeve), Marvin Milk & William “Billy” Butcher

The Case Study Of Vanitas: Astolfo Granatum, August Ruthven, Chloé d'Apchier, Dante, Dominique De Sade, Jeanne, Jean-Jacques, Johann, Loki Oriflamme, Louis De Sade, Luca Oriflamme, Noé Archiviste, Olivier, Roland Fortis & Vanitas

The Devil Is A Part-Timer: Hanzo Urushihara (Lucifer), Sadao Maou (Satan) & Shiro Ashiya

The Dragon Prince: Aaravos, Amaya, Callum, Rayla, Runaan & Soren

The Fantasie Of A Stepmother: Elias von Neuschwanstein, Jeremy von Neuschwanstein & Norra von Nürnberger

The Fast And The Furious: Dante Reyes

The Flash: Barry Allen (The Flash), Caitlin Snow (Killer Frost), Felicity Smoak, Leonard Snart (Captain Cold), Mick Rory (Heat Wave) & Oliver Queen (Green Arrow)

The Imperfects: Alex Sarkov, Juan Ruiz & Tilda Weber

The Little Mermaid: Ariel & Ursula

The Maid And The Vampire: Areum Yoon & Millard Travis

The Mandalorian: Cara Dune & Din Djarin

The Maze Runner: Gally, Minho, Newt & Thomas

The Nightmare Before Christmas: Barrel, Jack Skellington, Lock, Oogie Boogie & Shock  

The Order: Hamish Duke, Jack Morton, Lilith Bathory, Randall Carpio & Vera Stone

The Owl House: Amity Blight, Darius, Edalyn “Eda” Clawthorne, Edric Blight, Hunter, King, Lilith Clawthorne, Luz Noceda, Raine Whispers, The Collector, Vee, Warden Wrath & Willow Park

The Sea Beast: Jacob Holland

The Seven Deadly Sins: Arthur, Ban, Derieri, Escanor, Estarossa/Mael, Galand, Gilthunder, Gloxinia, Gowther (Doll), Griamore, Helbram, Hendrickson, Howzer, King, Meliodas, Merlin & Zeldris

The Sorcerer's Apprentice: Drake Stone

The Umbrella Academy: Ben Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Fei Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves & Vanya/Viktor Hargreeves 

The Witcher (TV Show): Cahir, Cirilla “Ciri” Riannon, Geralt, Julian “Jaskier” Pankratz, Lambert & Nivellen

The Witcher: Nightmare Of The Wolf: Filavandrel aén Fidháil, Luka & Vesemir

Thundercats (2011): Cheetara, Lion-O & Tygra

Tiger & Bunny: Antonio Lopez (Rock Bison), Barnaby Brooks Jr., Ivan Karelin (Origami Cyclone), Jake Martinez, Karina Lyle (Blue Rose), Keith Goodman (Sky High), Kotetsu T. Kaburagi (Wild Tiger), Nathan Seymour (Fire Emblem) & Pao-Lin Huang (Dragon Kid)

Titans: Clifford "Cliff" Steele (Robotman), Conner Kent (Superboy), Donna Troy (Wonder Girl), Garfield “Gar” Logan (Beast Boy), Garth (Aqualad), Jason Todd (Robin), Jericho Wilson, Komand'r (Blackfire), Koriand'r (Starfire), Lawrence "Larry" Trainor (Negative Man), Rachel Roth (Raven), Richard “Dick” Grayson (Nightwing), Rita Farr, Rose Wilson (Ravager) & Slade Wilson (Deathstroke)

Tokyo Ghoul: Ayato Kirishima, Ginshi Shirazu, Hideyoshi “Hide” Nagachika, Juuzou Suzuya, Kazuichi Banjou, Ken Kaneki/Haise Sasaki, Kishou Arima, Koutarou Amon, Kuki Urie, Naki, Nishiki Nishio, Renji Yomo, Seidou Takizawa, Shuu Tsukiyama, Taishi Fura, Tatara, Touka Kirishima & Uta

Toradora: Ryuuji Takasu & Taiga Aisaka

Total Drama Island (All season except Total DramaRama): Alejandro, DJ, Duncan, Gwen, Leshawna, Mike (+ Personalities) & Scott

Transformers Movies (+ Bumblebee): Bumblebee, Cade Yeager, Cheetor, Mirage & Optimus Prime

Twisted Wonderland: Ace Trappola, Ashton Vargas, Azul Ashengrotto, Cater Diamond, Che'nya, Deuce Spade, Dire Crowley, Divus Crewel, Epel Felmier, Floyd Leech, Idia Shroud, Jack Howl, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim, Leona Kingscholar, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia, Ortho Shroud, Riddle Rosehearts, Rook Hunt, Ruggie Bucchi, Sam, Sebek Zigvolt, Silver, Trey Clover & Vil Schoenheit

~U~

Ultimate Spider-Man: Adrian Toomes (Vulture), Amadeus Cho (Iron Spider), Ava Ayala (White Tiger), Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Blade, Bone Spider, Carnage, Clint Barton (Hawkeye), Curtis "Curt" Connors (Lizard), Danny Rand (Iron Fist), Flash Thompson (Agent Venom), Flint Marko (Sandman), Ghost Spider, Harry Osborn (Patrioteer & Venom), Jack Russell (Werewolf By Night), Kraven, Luke Cage (Power Man), Mary Jane “M.J” Watson (Spider-Woman), Miles Morales (Kid Arachnid), Norman Osborn (Green Goblin & Iron Patriot), Peter Parker (Spider-Man), Sam Alexander (Nova), Scorpion, Scott Lang (Ant-Man), Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange), Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tandy Bowen (Dagger), Thor, Tony Masters (Taskmaster), Tony Stark (Ironman), Triton, Tyrone "Ty" Johnson (Cloak), Venom & Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Uncharted: Braddock, Nathan Drake & Victor “Sully” Sullivan 

Underfell: Asriel/Flowey, Gaster, Grillby, Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans & Undyne

Underswap: Gaster, Mettaton, Napstablook & Papyrus

Undertale: Asriel/Flowey, Blooky, Grillby, Mettaton, Papyrus, Sans & Undyne

~V~

Venom: Carnage, Cletus Kasady, Eddie Brock, Frances Barrison (Shriek) & Venom

Victorious: Beck Oliver & Jade West

Vikings: Astrid, Björn Lothbrok, Floki Vilgerðarson, Hvitserk Lothbrok, Ivar Lothbrok, Lagertha, Ragnar Lothbrok, Rollo Sigurdsson & Ubbe Lothbrok

Villianous: Black Hat, Dr. Flug, Dr. Slug & White Hat

Voltron: Antok, Hunk, James, Keith, Kolivan, Kuro (Clone Shiro), Lance, Lotor, Rax, Shiro, Thace, Throk & Zarkon

~W~

Wednesday: Ajax Petropolus, Bianca Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams & Xavier Thorpe

Welcome To Demon School Iruma-Kun: Alice Asmodeus, Alikred, Ameri Azazel, Atori, Baal, Balam Shichiro, Coco Orobas, Goemon Gaap, Ichiro Androalphus, Iruma Suzuki, Ix Elizabetta, Jazz Andro, Kalego Naberius, Kerori Crocell, Lied Shax, Maemaro, Niro Androalphus, Opera, Sabro Sabnock,  Schneider Allocer & Shiida

Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Jessica Rabbit

Wolfblood: Rhydian Morris

Wolf’s Rain: Blue, Hige, Kiba, Toboe & Tsume

Wolfwalkers: Mebh Óg MacTíre, Moll MacTíre, Robyn Goodfellowe & William “Bill” Goodfellowe

Wolverine And The X-Men: Anna Marie (Rogue), Bobby Drake (Iceman), Emma Frost, Henry "Hank" McCoy (Beast), James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine), Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Lorna Dane (Polaris), Neena Thurman (Domino), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Raven Darkhölme (Mystique), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) & Warren Worthington III (Angel)

~X~

X-Men Evolution: Anna Marie (Rogue), Henry "Hank" McCoy (Beast), James “Logan” Howlett (Wolverine), Jean Grey, Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), Lance Alvers (Avalanche), Ororo Munroe (Storm), Pietro Maximoff (Quicksilver), Raven Darkhölme (Mystique), Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Scott Summers (Cyclops), Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) & Warren Worthington III (Angel)

~Y~

Yona Of The Dawn: Ao, Hak, Jae-Ha, Kan Tae-Jun, Kija, Lee Geun-Tae, Shin-Ah, Soo-Won, Yoon, Yona & Zeno

Young Justice: Artemis Crock (Artemis & Tigress), Bartholomew "Bart" Allen (Impulse & Kid Flash), Brion Markov (Geo-Force), Bruce Wayne (Batman), Cameron Mahkent (Icicle Jr), Cassandra Savage, Clark Kent/Kal-El (Superman), Conner Kent/Kon-El (Superboy), Crystal Frost (Killer Frost), Eric Needham (Black Spider), Etrigan, Forager, Garfield "Gar" Logan (Beast Boy), Garth (Tempest), Jaime Reyes (Blue Beetle), Jason Todd (Robin), Kaldur'ahm (Aqualad & Aquaman), Klarion Bleak (Witch Boy), La'gaan (Lagoon Boy), Leslie Willis (Livewire), Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy), Richard “Dick” Grayson (Robin & Nightwing), Roy Harper (Arsenal), Tara Markov (Terra), Tim Drake (Robin), Victor “Vic” Stone (Cyborg), Violet Harper (Halo), Wallace "Wally" West (Kid Flash), Will Harper (Red Arrow) & Zatanna Zatara (Zatanna)

Your Boyfriend: Don & Peter

Yuri On Ice: Jean-Jacques Leroy, Otabek Altin, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky & Yuuri Katsuki

~Z~

Zootopia: Nick Wilde

💥 What I WILL write for:

Emotions/Genres: Action, Adventure, Angst, Comedy, Comfort, Crime, Dark!, Drama, Fantasy, Fluff, Horror, Hurt, Mystery, NSFW, Romance, Sci-Fi, Thriller & Western

Reader or Relationship Preferences: Different Species Reader or Relationship, Female Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Harem Relationship, LGBTQ+ Reader or Relationship, Male Reader, Poly Relationship, Reader with Disability or that gets one & Reader with Mental “Illness”

Themes: AUs (I’ll write for every AU except the ones listed in the “What I will Not write for” section), Body Swap, Crossovers, Genderbends/Genderswaps, Songfics & Species Swap/Change

💥 What I will NOT write for:

Emotions/Genres: 

Reader or Relationship Preferences: Harmful Yandere Character or Relationship

Themes: Abusive Relationship (unless it’s talking about a past one), Crack Fic, Dub-Con, Incest, Non-Con, Slavery & Underage

Commission Prices:

Payments are only taken through Paypal and in USD currency

💥For Editing:

For simple editing: $5 per hour For medium level editing: $10 per hour For detailed editing: $15 per hour

💥For X-Readers/OC Inserts:

One Shots: Between 1,000 - 3,000 words = 1 cent per word Between 3,500 - 5,000 words = 1.5 cent per word Over 5,000 words =  1.7 cent per word

Series:  For each chapter between 1,000 - 3,000 words = 1 cent per word For each chapter between 3,500 - 5,000 words =  1.5 cent per word For each chapter over 5,000 words =  1.7 cent per word

Needed Information:

💥For X-Readers/OC Inserts:

What gender the Reader/OC is

What species the Reader/OC is

What age, book, movie, season, version, etc. the character and Reader/OC is/is from

Any Emotion/Genre, Reader or Relationship Preferences, or Themes you want from the “What I Will write for” section

Any prompt/story details you want

Reader/OC’s personality

🔥 Anything that you don’t fill in from the “Needed Information” part will be filled in by me. So, if you want something specific be sure to put everything you want.

🔥 You can request other characters or fandoms, but the ones listed above are the ones that I will definitely write for. Though if you request a character or fandom I don’t know I will most likely ask you to wait and I’ll try to watch or read from it to see if I can get the character(s) down well enough to write for them.

🔥This list is constantly being updated the more Books, Movies, and Shows I read/watch. And when I remember more things to add to the “What I Will write for” and the “What I will Not write for” sections I will.

#Commissions #Commission Sheet #Requests #Request Sheet

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

hi there!! i just had two really quick questions when it comes to tagging you in fics

1. what characters and fandoms do you read and rec for?

2. am i allowed to add you onto taglists for the characters you do read for?

i’m so sorry, i’m still very confused about how all this still works. tysm for your time and all of your support within the fanfic community💖💖

Hey Anon,

Thanks for asking this. I really hope I’m not too confusing and I’m really sorry if I rambled but I wanted to be as clear as possible. ✨

So what I’ll read for is really any Marvel characters, any character that Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Henry Cavill, Jeremy Renner, Charlie Hunnam, Garrett Hedlund, have played. Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Chronicles of Narnia, Fast and Furious, Seal Team, Sons of Anarchy, Peaky Blinders, Shadow Moon or Mad Sweeney (American Gods), The Last Kingdom, Harry Potter, The Mummy.

That’s just to name some of the stuff I read honestly, if you aren’t sure I would read it please feel free to message me and ask me if I will read for insert character here, and I’ll be honest with you. I could have missed something. I do, read reader inserts and ofc. NSFW (Please no necrophilia or incest) and SFW is cool. Stucky x Reader & SamBucky x Reader. But yeah if your story is one of the following things up above, you can tag me in it. I love being on taglist, it makes my day to see notifications and just be tagged period. 💗

Also I don’t always reblog, what I read, but I sometimes put it on the recommendation list. Also I don’t always read everything that week I’ve been tagged, because life catches up to me. Know my inbox is always open for recommendations that you may have for me to read. 💗✨

#anon 💖 #ktk fic rec answers #about my fic recs #ktk answers #ktk fic rec #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #fanfiction recommendations

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All That Glitters Chapter Ten: Leprechauns, Half-Truths and Lines Drawn in Scorched Earth

“Come on, lassling, we don’t have all day now.”

Sweeney’s voice was almost playful and undeniably hungry as it rasped against the slope of your neck, his fevered tone a perfect match for the frenzied deftness thrumming in his long, agile fingers as they snaked beneath the waistband of your leggings to find the supple skin of your hips, his digits seeking the firm flesh of your ass with ease. Never mind that it was broad daylight in a gas station somewhere along the winding back roads of Kentucky, or that your impatient companions waiting just outside by the car had specifically warned you not to make use of the relatively clean, if not claustrophobic bathroom that the rickety structure sported to indulge in a much needed afternoon quickie. As usual, Sweeney didn't seem to give a single fuck about the opinions of anyone but himself as he pulled you against him, directing your tangled forms through the doorway of that blessed bathroom, all hints of gentleness fled from his touch, the ragged need coursing through his veins spilling into the urgent press of his fingers at your waist, the ragged rasp of his beard at your neck, his wicked curses that burnt like fire as they kissed your skin.

"Here? Now?" you groaned beneath the onslaught of his hungry mouth, unable to keep the smile out of your voice, your fingers burrowing eagerly into his hair despite the reluctance flitting about your tone, grit from rolled down windows and dust coated roads imbedded deep into the silky strands that played within your grasp. However, despite the close quarters and limited opportunities for ablution that he'd had, when you breathed him in and flicked your tongue against the warm skin of his neck all you tasted was musk and sweet fertile earth and something you supposed might be the tang of sunshine catching playfully in the flaming glint of familiar copper. Absently you marveled at that little show of his latent power, poignant awe and something dangerously similar to reverence flitting tellingly in the back of your mind in worshipful response.

“Oh come now, lassling," Sweeney hummed as he slid those deft hands hungrily from the perch of your hips, slipping them beneath your tank top, up the swells of your waist, his digits catching in the dips of your rib cage, his touch restless, like he wanted to feel all of you but for the life of him he just couldn't decide where to start, "I know what you've been keenin' for since we got just one merciful fuckin' night alone in that motel room a few hundred miles back. Let me give you what you're wanting."

It was a tempting offer, really it was, but at the moment, sleep deprived and lust drunk and a bit hungover as you were, you just couldn't get the daggers that glinted in Dead Wife's eyes, ready and waiting to be flung at a stray unsuspecting artery, out of your mind’s eye, no matter how good Sweeney's hands felt as they undid the clasp of your bra to slide eagerly up between your breasts with an impatient familiarity, a poignant comfort that you felt simmering low in your belly, tripping a spark of knowing heat to flare to life deep within you, or how fiercely your heart twisted in your chest at Sweeney's low appreciative growl, the fevered, lost sounds of his pleasure still doing heated, carnal things to you despite all the countless times you'd experienced them by now.

In retrospect, you would admit that it was those small noises of unfettered want, of utter untamable need, that would prove to be your undoing, but in the throbbing heat of the moment your lust fogged mind couldn't think of them as anything other than unbearably sexy, so in response you just sighed against his mouth, wrapped your hands more firmly about the thick coils of muscle knotting in his button down clad shoulders, and arched into his touch, glad to lose yourself, however briefly, in the virile magic of this wild, wanton male kicking the bathroom door closed with one large booted foot and messing impatiently with the lock somewhere near the handle behind him.

"It's been so long," you murmured between kisses, well aware that in any other situation you most likely would have been embarrassed by the whining need sharply edging your voice, though now, in the dimly lit, achingly private bathroom of this no-name gas station it only seemed to spur Sweeney on, to make him work harder to bring out that ragged want tripping hot and aching through your veins, swirling behind your fluttering eyelids.

"Too long," Sweeney growled as he palmed the aching heft of your breasts in each of his scopic hands, thumbs skating over your throbbing nipples, twisting and plucking in that perfect way that he knew would make you melt for him, "Too damned long. I can't go without you. I need you, mo Éinín. I need you like I need air."

Sweeney wasn't usually one to bear his godamned soul to you in the middle of intimacy, so the fragile lilt of his voice and the tentative vulnerability in his words had you pausing, stilling where you had been writhing beneath his touch so that you could sweep a soft palm along the cut edge of his jaw, cup the nape of his strong neck with gentle fingers and make him meet your gaze.

"I'm right here, Sweeney," you whispered, peppering delicate kisses along his bruised cheekbones, across the freckled bridge of his crooked nose, and you swore to Bran that Sweeney fucking shivered at the softness in your voice, the comfort lilting in your sweeping touches, "I'm not going anywhere."

"That's what I'm afraid of, lassling," Sweeney husked cryptically, his tone pleading and broken and fucking scared, and you suspected it was that same icy fear that spurned him to tighten his grip on you, his long fingers biting into the flesh of your ass hard, a snarl ripping from his throat as he clutched you to him protectively, possessively, and backed you up against the nearest surface, which happened to be the chipped porcelain sink propped up on the far wall. His lips were as scorching as a brand as they pressed against yours, his kiss morphing from fearful to needy to consuming in the space of a few heartbeats. Figures that even when being tender, your towering, virile male was still all heat and dominance and intensity, such damned, throbbing, contagious intensity.

Read more! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11306139/chapters/29176851

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I’m SO Sorry for this chapter being long overdue, I hope the glorious smut it holds will make up for my absence! Much love!

@raspberrymama 

@kimskew

#mad sweeney #Mad Sweeney x Reader #Mad Sweeney fanfiction #Reader Insert #American Gods #American Gods fanfiction #I'm sorry I suck for this chapter being so late #But here's some bathroom sex to make up for it