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cobalt-axolotl · 6 months

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I plan on doing art RQS (request not the remnant queue system)

I would love if you submitted your head cannons and ask me my own.

About me

I am a pansexual cis male

I fictionkin charlotte Emily, Henry stickmin, and plush trap.

Cassidy is my main blorbo

My prounouns he/him

My name is Austin but I also go by cobalt, charlie (my middle name is charles), and that mother fucker

My favorite fandoms are the following: homestuck, COTL, scp, fnaf, dsaf, Dhmis. Danny phantom, megaman, creepypasta, glitch productions, Minecraft, Ben 10, omori, undertale, sonic, gravity falls, Pokémon, bendy, TcoA&L, analog horror as a whole (especially Mandela catalog, angel hare, and Midwest Angelica), gr3gory88, helluva boss, hazbin hotel, TF2, moral orel, half life, half life VR but the AI is self aware, bioshock, 5YL, Spooky’s Jump-scare Mansion, The owl house, epithet erased, amphibia, Steven universe, Henry stickmin, disc world, AO ONI, pizza tower, and various tokusatsu

My favorite animal is the axolotl

I mainly post incorrect quotes and art but I do run an ask blog for my AU’s

I am a simp for papyrus undertale

Minecraft is my favorite video game

I run an 14+ blog

By the time I am making this edit I am 18 years old.

My OTPs are Evan x Cassidy and marlie

DNI (do not interact)

Transphobes

Racist

Sexist

TERFs

Homophobes

Pedophiles

Trolls

Stupid people (people who refuse to learn)

List of my AUs and they’re connected cannons

Golden children (fnaf)

Shattered souls (fnaf)

Malefactor malfunction (fnaf and Ben 10)

Glam it (fnaf)

Triple M (scp)

Xanthophobia (fnaf)

GMTC (fnaf and undertale)

B&P (fnaf and dnd)

NUCN (fnaf)

SBR (fnaf)

Under void (undertale)

Fazrune (fnaf and deltarune combo)

Like it never even happened (fnaf)

List of oc’s and ther connected AUs

Nick (my fnaf AUs)

Virgil (under void)

List of my AU’s with songs that describe them

Golden children: just gold by Mandi pony (I don’t like the guy I just like his music)

Shattered souls: creepin towards the dirt by griffinila

Malefactor malfunction: the ben 10 theme song (just replace the words Ben 10 with Cassidy)

Glam it: this comes from inside by the living tombstone

Triple M: secure container protect by madame macabre

Xanthophobia: look what you made me do by taylor swift

GMTC (give me the child): collared by vane

Bears and pizzerias: your the key by Kyle Allen music

Nicks ultimate custom night: replay your nightmare by hard ninja

Stuck in the back room (my alive AU): I’m still standing by Elton John

Under void: gasters theme by Toby fox

Characters in my AU’s

Cassidy Noelle Carter (died at 14 in golden child au) (in the golden children AU she becomes Fredbear and in the shattered souls, glam it, xanthophobia ,and malefactor malfunction AU she doesn’t die) (can speak German) (learned German so she can figure out what’s bothering Nick and calm him down) (in xanthophobia nicks death drives her to the point of insanity and causes here to become a serial killer “super edgy I know”) (in shattered souls she marries Evan but doesn’t change her last name due to her hatred for William) (learned Korean from her mother and is fluent it)

Evan afton (crying child) (died at 12 in golden children au but not dead in malefactor malfunction, glam it, xanthophobia, or shattered souls Au) (loses all sense of empathy after the bite of 83 in xanthophobia “a head injury can do that to you right?”) (marry’s cassidy in shattered souls)

Benny afton (Cassidy’s and Evan son biological son in shattered souls) (an analog to golden children Cassie)

Goldie (he’s here he’s there he’s everywhere who you gonna call psychic friend fred-bear)

Gregory afton (Vanessa’s brother in the golden children au) (trans gender FTM)

Cassie Maxie Carter (nick and Elizabeth’s adopted daughter in the golden children AU) (named after her aunt)

Kasey Roxanna Carter (Cassidy’s twin sister) (nicks older sister) (lesbian) (cares for Nick as much as Cassidy but is unable to understand him at times) (neli’s ex girlfriend) (posses Roxanne wolf) (currently dating Susie) (learned Korean from her mother and is fluent in it)

Gaberiel grim (died at 10) (died in 1985) (possesses Freddy)

Jeremy grim (died at 11) (died in 1985) (posses Bonnie)

Fritz smith(died at 3) (died in 1985) (posses foxy)

Susie McCarthy (died at 14) (died in 1985) (posses chica) (Kasey’s current girlfriend)

Adrian smith(died at 5) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (posses mangle)

Millie fitzsimmons (died at 18) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (possesses toy Bonnie)

Markus Murphy (died at 17) (died in 1987) (part of the second mci) (possesses toy Freddy)

Nelli Twain ( died at 16) (died in 1987) $part of the second mci) (possesses toy chica) (Kasey’s ex girlfriend)

Jake McCarthy (died at 6) (died in 2016) (used to posses stitch wraith along with Andrew)

Andrew Montgomery Emily (died at 16) (died in 1987) (part of the second MCI) (posses Monty in the golden children au) (used to possess stitch wraith along with Jake) (was besties with Cassidy and Evan)

Charlie Emily / Charlie afton (not dead in the golden children or Xanthophobia au) (is dead in shattered souls) (marries Mike in the golden children au)

Mike afton

Vanessa afton (Mike and Charlie’s daughter in golden children au)

Elizabeth Clair Afton / Elizbeth Clair Carter (doesn’t die or posses baby in the golden children au) (died at 8 in the shattered souls & malefactor malfunction AU’s) (is nicks best friend) (dies to circus baby in shattered souls au) (takes Evan’s place in shattered souls au) (born in 1979 in the main 2 AU’s) (married to Nick as an adult in the golden children au) (going to college to become a psychologist in the golden children au)

Malary Emily ( Henry’s wife) (Charlie and Sammy’s mom)

Henry emily (dies at 63) (championed for better treatment of autism in the golden children AU)(mentored Nick in robotics after Edd’s death)

Clair afton (died at 20 due to suicide) (Williams ex)

Loralai afton (Williams current life) (survives in every AU I made) (her name is also a pun on Ballora) (Evan and Elizabeth’s mom)

William Afton (Dies at 36)

Dave miller (nicks therapist) (named after book and DSAF Dave)

Nikki Carter (Nick, Kasey, and Cassidy’s mom) (Korean immigrant) (left while Nick was too young to remember) (may or may not have indirectly been the cause of David’s abuse to towards Nick)

Malcom faraday zanaflex (main protagonist of my scp au)

Dr Elias Munro (died at 79 on the year 1981) (original owner of fredbear’s sing’n show) (was a father figure to Henry and William) (was their boss before he retired in 1955)

Zachary Munro/nightmarionne (not dead) (became a mutant after a remnant injection) (immortal) (grandson of Elias)

Garret schmit (basically Garret from the movie combined with Mike from the movie)

Abby schmit (just Abby from the movie)

Jeremy Fitzgerald

Sammy Lewis emily (is younger than Charlie in these AU’s) (like around nicks age) (non verbal until his twelfth birthday) (good with Rubik’s cubes) (dies in xanthophobia and takes charlottes place as the puppet)

Billy (AI created by William afton to watch after evan while he worked on his projects)

Jack Kennedy (named after the one from DSAF just nota corpse) (Bonnie mask Bully) (gave Nick the spring Bonnie mask) (was much less willing than mikes other friends during the bite of 83) (mikes right hand man)

Maddison Simmons (jacks girlfriend) (chica mask Bully) (was much more willing than her boyfriend)

Jerry Mann (Freddy mask bully) (just as willing as Mike & Emilia)

Vinny (literally just exist to be Sammy’s boyfriend because I don’t like Sammy being forever alone)

Nickolas Alastair Carter (Kasey and Cassidy’s younger brother) (has a red Bonnie plushi named mr Marvo) (is a paranoid schizophrenic) (was raised by his sisters due to them having bad parents) (takes Cassidy’s place in shattered souls au) (works at the pizzaplex in the glam it au) (born in 1983 in the main 2 AU’s) (has a slightly un healthy obsession with Bonnie the bunny) (was hired on by Henry during the events of fnaf 1 in golden children AU) (often wore a Red Bonnie halloeeen mask as a child) (can speak German but only does it when he’s extremely angry or when he finds a certain word to be extremely funny) (autistic “like me”) (he’s also really defensive about his intellect) (died in a ball pit in shattered souls au) (acespec panromantic) (post ffps his soul transfers into eclipse in the SS Au)

Edwin Alastair Carter (Aka. Grandpa eddy) (Nick and Cassidy’s grand father) (their only parrental figure that isn’t abusive to Nick) (was hired by Henry and William to design the springlock suits) (built the mimic as a friend for Nick) (also made the old man consequences AI)

David mobi carter (Nick, Kasey, and Cassidy’s father) (abusive towards Nick in specific) (Cassidy is his favorite) (ignores Kasey) (is manipulative towards Nick)

Old man consequences (an AI that acts as a sorta therapist to Nick in my AU’s)

Nightmare (before being possessed by half of nicks soul it was the first working springlock suit known as proto lefty) (not one of the nightmare animatronics) (half of nicks soul)

Marvo Marvelous (half of nicks soul in the shattered souls au) (a red magician hare)

NYX

Glitchtrap (separate from mimic) (had his consciousness put into a roomba)

Captain poncho (nicks imaginary friend) (scares Gagleon)

Stitch wraith (possessed by Andrew and Jake)

Fredbear (possessed by Cassidy and Evan in golden children au)

Plush trap (in the golden child au he is a little drone sent out by null trap)

Null (second spring Bonnie suit that William place Evans body in after he died) (possessed by Evan in the both AU’s)

Mxes the hare (in the au he is named after mr mxes) (the au version of him looks more human in the AUs) (in golden children au he was first an animatronic for the fnaf 1 location that filled the same role as the then defunct security puppet) (created my nick)

RWQFSFASXC (all of nicks insecurities in physical form) (main antagonist of the GMTC AU) (shadow Bonnie)

Shadow Freddy

Mr mxes (has half of Cassidy’s soul inside of it in golden child au) (is choc full of agony from Nick)

Mimic (nick and Cassidy pretend he’s their older brother as in all three AU’s he just lives with the two)

Nickolai (animatronic human built by Henry as a third entertainer at fredbear’s family diner) (starts wearing a Fredbear Halloween mask after the mci for… “reasons”)

Void Bonnie (shattered souls spring Bonnie) (has a shadow variant name dark trap) (this Springbonnie is possessed by Nick not William afton as he simply feeds off of William’s agony) (heroic counterpart to Springtrap) (takes golden Freddy’s place in shattered souls AU) (born from Nick’s corpse being put into a certain ball pit) (name after the void between the physical and spiritual plains)

Mangle

Miketrap (the pit creature before metamorphosing into pit Bonnie) (a Monroe experiment)

Salvage (an old springlock suit given life through mysterious means) (a Monroe experiment)

Nightmarionne (a nightmare version of the puppet) (a Monroe experiment)

Remnant Queue System (the shadow’s child)

Night-watch (machine built by Mike to hunt down what’s left of Fazbear entertainment and destroy William once and for all) (-the rebuilt endo of Fredbear)

The classics

The toy animatronics

The withered animatronic

Springtrap (not darktrap) (in shattered souls darktrap used the spring locks to curve his violent tendencies and forget about him being a killer) (in shatttered souls his charge goes from being a humanized billcipher as William to a dsaf Dave miller and gruncle stan combo as Springtrap)

The nightmares (evil versions of the twisted ones in the golden children au)

The fun times

Ennard the clown (the in between of the fun times and glamrocks with his blood lust being replaced by a humanoid level of sapience) (has a shape sifting gimmick which he uses to entertain kids)

The Glamrocks

The twisted ones (in the my AU’s they’re good guys and built by Mike along with night-watch)

The hellfire animatronics (upgraded versions of the twisted ones)

The night terror animatronics (scrap’s, night terror Freddy, night terror Bonnie, night terror foxy, and night terror chica,)

The salvage animatronics (salvage Monty, salvage freddy, salvage ennard, and darktrap) (constructed from broken animatronics) (end is are exposed) (partially inspired by the ignited animatronics)

And the omori charecters are cannon to the malefactor malfunction au cuz why the fuck not

The springlock animatronics (fredbear, spring Bonnie, and Alastair)

Villains for malefactor malfunction can be found here

How the AU’s work

Each au has four version (book style in which it falls into silver eye’s continuity, game style in which it falls into game continuity, movie style in which it falls into movie continuity, and amalgam style in which it combines all three continuity’s into one)

In xanthophobia Cassidy is the villain (William afton die’s extremely soon in the AU and for once in his life never comes back)

So in my most of my AU’s the souls are able to grow old despit not being alive which explains any shipping you might see. Most of it isn’t my doing though

Elizabeth x Nick is only cannon in golden children

Unless its Evan x Cassidy or Mike x Charlie

TF2 is cannon in the golden children au (i mostly just wanted to make fnaf 2 Jeremy TF2 Jeremy)

The golden children au takes place in the late 80s to early 90s with flash forwards towards the pizzaplex era while the shattered souls au takes place in 1991 and the malefactor malfunction shifts the entire time line to start in 2000 GMTC takes place around 1999 to 2018 xanthophobia takes place in in the 2000s and 2010s

In shattered souls Springtrap is much nicer due to him losing his murdeous tendencies after getting spring locked

malefactor malfunction is a Ben 10 fnaf crossover with Cassidy having a version of the omnitrix called kaizotrix

The blog itself is cannon in all AU’s

This is a link to the malefactor malfunction aliens list for all of Cassidy’s kaizotrix transformations

As well as facts about the malefactors

Also a timeline for my main AU

*Warning*

Some times I can be very cringe

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I also put Nick official design down here

Here is my creepypasta and uncharacteristically ask blog

An here at my character designs so far https://www.tumblr.com/random-world-64/735868089007259648/all-my-major-chararacters-so-far

And here’s some fanfics I’m working on

her is my sona AXOL

Lore alarm

The blog itself is also a cross over point for my AU’s and in multiverse it’s ran by the characters

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trigun-archive · 1 year

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Omg, I just realized something that’s not gonna add much to the narrative or if anyone has noticed it.

Here we go.

So basically in episode 12, Vash did his girlboss move of flinging himself and Nai over the ledge.

And as they’re falling, I noticed something:

To me, this reminds of the Yin Yang symbol:

Then I remember that one post where someone mentioned where Vash in episode 12 wore the colors of ‘evil’ (black and purple).

Knives wore the colors of ‘good’ (white and blue).

They’re polar opposites of one another.

And that got me thinking more in depth with their relation with Yin Yang.

Obviously everyone is familiar with two sides of the same coin. It’s the same idea with Yin Yang, they’re polar opposites but they complement each other.

As part of the Naruto fandom (*groans*, I know I know). But hear me out, lots of symbolism that is related to Naruto and Sasuke is their relation to the sun and moon respectively.

Naruto is the sun. The Yang per say, because he is bright, aggressive and masculine. His respective color is orange.

While Sasuke is the moon. The Yin, because he is with the shadows, silent and feminine. His respective color is purple.

If you read the Naruto manga, then you would see how much Kishimoto bashes your head in with their respective symbolism, it’s in the cover art, the parallelism in the panels. It even showed up as their respective symbols on their hands after the ceremony for the final battle.

Back to TriStamp.

I believe they put Knives as Yang. He is aggressive and very in your face with his conquests of taking back the Plants. He is very muscular, and it’s shown through his tight bodysuit.

Then they would put Vash as Yin. He is way less aggressive with his morals than his previous counterparts. Obviously he still has them, but he is less forthcoming. His entire character design has changed, as everyone says with his non-binary haircut.

But in certain scenes, he still has those broad shoulders and managed to lift a fucking ion cannon enough to break his prosthetic arm. So, my babygirl is still fucking strong, hmph.

It’s even mentioned that the director of TriStamp has said Vash is both the female and male lead.

Same thing with Sasuke, some Studio Perriot staff has stated that he is the heroine of the story.

Obviously Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship heavily implies they’re in love with each other and soulmate coded to the max.

(Ha, get it? Trigun MAXimum??)

(. . ., I’ll see myself out).

But they did a different relationship of Yin Yang:

Twins.

Knives wanted desperately Vash to be the ‘perfect’ version that he envisioned. Taking away Vash’s bodily autonomy.

Vash just wanted to have ‘love and peace’ in the world. He didn’t want to fight Knvies, but he would defend his loved ones.

Until during episode 12, when he was ready to go in guns blazing to take down Knives.

With the color palette of black and purple against Knives’s white and blue.

Purple is the combination of red and blue. Vash’s red jacket and part of Knives’s color palette.

But also in the end, when Vash wanted to shoot that cube up in the sky.

He still wanted to save his brother, even though Knives was rejecting it by reaching to the absolute power of the cube and what it would bring him and Plant kind.

An Icarus-esque trope per say.

But yeah, anyways, this was just a jumble of thoughts I had to immediately write this down.

#trigun #trigun stampede #TriStamp #vash the stampede #million knives #trigun analysis #honestly was rewatching the scene both of them were falling and saw that symbol on the side of the building #and my brain immediately went yin and Yang #and then started thinking how the twins are correlated with it #and that made me think of their color palette #Knives is very bright and contrasted against Vash’s dark color palette #so smth with the sun and moon in some capacity #and made me think of Naruto with its sun and moon imagery in SNS #and this came out #probably doesn’t mean much to the idea but if it made you think of smth else #I’m glad it did smth lol #and the Icarus trope from Knives also came out when I was typing this #because I think of the desperation of Knives trying to get the cube #the one possible answer for his actions #but in the end he got burned #real bad

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ghost-format · 4 years

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Logan’s brain isn’t in his head.

He keeps it in a Jar.

In a locked box.

In a secret compartment.

In a secret room with no door.

Behind a wall of Logan’s room.

Not under his room, because that’s where everyone guesses it is.

Spicifically the creativitwins.

They pulled up his flooring.

Just to see if he was hiding weird crap.

Which he wasn’t.

The only thing they found down there were idiots.

It was them.

They were the idiots.

But, anyways.

Back to the previous topic.

Logan’s brain is there so the others can’t ruin it.

He’d proabibly be dead if his brain was in his head.

Roman and Remus with their love for weapons.

Patton with his clumsy-ness.

Deceit never did much.

Deceit wore a hat to protect his brain.

It is made more like a helmet than a hat.

It’s not the worst idea.

But the hat can still be damaged or stolen.

How silly of him.

Not keeping it in a jar.

Out of everyone’s reach.

#logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders sides #logic sanders #morality sanders #creativity sanders #intrusive thoughts sanders #creativitwins #sanders sides twins #sanders sides brothers #sanders sides headcannon #sanders sides head cannon #logan sanders headcannon #logic sanders headcannon

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hypahticklish · 3 years

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Canticumancy

Summary: Where Hermione shares muggle music and Ginny's feelings for her seem a bit less platonic than she thought.

POV/Setting: Ginny Weasley/Cannon Adjacent

Word Count: 2270

A/N: Happy Sapphic September October 2021 to @manictickles! I really hope you enjoy it!! Thanks so much again to @ticklishraspberries for hosting and genuinely appreciate the patience with me for getting it out.

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It's strange how much different sharing a bed feels as time passes.

Why it was only a few years prior when Hermione first shared Ginny's small room at the tippy top of the Burrow. They compared muggle and wizarding pop-magazines under the covers by wand light, gossiping about their favorite musicians until neither could keep their eyes open. It was a side of Hermione she had never heard of from Ron's stories about his bookish counterpart that made their friendship feel that much more special.

Her eyes skimmed the thin cursive again.

Dear Ginny,

Summer holiday has been rather boring here, albeit in a more muggle capacity. Mum wanted to visit Paris this year despite the goings-on in the wizarding world, except we had to cancel those plans as her and father were invited to be speakers at a dental convention. Teeth medicine, that sort of thing. Anyway, it made the conversation about travelling to the Burrow early so much easier; they agreed to it without a fuss. I am so looking forward to seeing you soon!

Yours, Hermione

P.S. I convinced my parents to let me borrow their Queen Greatest Hits CD; I really think you're going to enjoy it.

Ginny unfurled her fingers from gently scritching the soft down feathers on Errol's neck to secure the letter within its envelope.

Across her room sat a large, wonky phonograph her father had gifted her thinking it would play the cassette tape Hermione mistakenly left one visit. Tucked within the bell end atop a short stack of CDs was a small walkman player (non-skip, her arse). Ginny had purchased it with exchanged muggle currency outside Diagon Alley.

A crashing sound followed by panicked swearing pulled Ginny out of her thoughts. Though they were muffled below several floors, she grinned at Ron's clearly embarrassed threats. Whatever he had done to warrant the twins' undivided attention was enough a signal for her to build a barricade.

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By the time Hermione had finally arrived, the butterflies in Ginny's stomach barely had the strength to flap let alone flutter. Between the influx of "we're going to have guests" chores from her mother and dodging her brother's playful bullying, she hadn't the energy to spare wringing her hands over whatever it was she had been feeling.

Ginny watched as Hermione flitted between fond exchanges with her parents and brothers. Mum tucked a bushel of curly hair behind her ear before hooking elbows and escorting Hermione into the kitchen for a midday meal. She gave Ginny an apologetic smile over her shoulder as she was pulled away.

"La, la-di-da, la-di-dee~" Fred sang while dancing with his head in the clouds.

"Quickly, Fred, grab our dear sister's ankles before she floats away again," George grinned. The twins had her cornered in the lounge before Ginny realized they were even in the same room.

"Ickle-Ronnie-kins must be a great wingman, George. First Mister-Moral-Fiber, now the resident apprentice librarian."

"Shut it." But it was too late - the red blotching her cheeks and ears were damning evidence as far as her siblings were concerned.

"S'wot we thought." George glanced toward the kitchen then leaned toward her. "Dun worry, Gin, secret's safe with us." His impish expression contradicted the assuring tone of his hushed voice.

Ginny squared her shoulders and crossed her arms. "There's no secret, you gits."

Their eyebrows scraped the low ceiling of the Burrow. "Yea?" Fred challenged. Her eyes narrowed and George leaned against the staircase banister chuckling under his breath. "S'pose congratulations are in order!" Fred continued at a conversational bellow that would reach Percy in London. "Nervous of gettin' the shovel talk, eh Hermione?"

The Weasley's as a family were stellar strategists for all different games. The Twins' area of expertise was the pushing of envelopes and buttons alike. Unfortunately for Ginny, all of hers were out on display.

She bodied Fred without hesitation, sending them sprawling to the floor. Years of Quidditch and feminine rage empowered Ginny while wrestling someone both larger and significantly less invested in the outcome than her. She glowered at his unbridled amusement. Ginny reached blindly behind her for anything to shove over his fat mouth.

"Why thanks for makin' it easy," George said. He smoothly secured Ginny's arm behind her back and deployed a five-fingered calvary to her exposed side. Fred cheered over Ginny's explosive laughing fit.

The retaliation didn't last long as their mother came thundering around the corner, sauce leaden spoon in hand. Fred and George apologized in half-hearted unison while helping each other then Ginny to their feet.

Hermione took advantage of the commotion to sneak past Molly and join the huddle. "What was I to be nervous about?" she asked the twins.

"Your O.W.L.s," George lied. "Ginny thinks you're perfect but Fred and I think you're bound to get nervous and second guess yourself at most once."

Several surprised expressions borrowed Hermione's face before landing on a small shy smirk. "I don't know about perfect," she said.

Ginny snatched Hermione's wrist and raced up the stairs to her room.

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Freddie Mercury's voice had a magic all its own to sound like warm butterbeer on a winter's day through the orange foam headphone speakers resting on a pillow between Ginny and Hermione's heads. When her eyes weren't closed to simply listen, Ginny was stealing glances at her friend diligently reading along to the lyrics scribed upon the cd jacket; Her curly hair pulled up and under her head flared out the otherside like an amber halo. There was a small crinkle between her brows as her lips silently recited what Ginny anticipated to be an eager analysis.

/ So look out for those beauties, oh yeah~ /

A minute later the song finished with as much gusto as Bicycle Race had started with. "I understood zero of those references," Ginny said. "They were references right, and not nonsense like the Beatles?"

"The Beatles were revolutionary!" Hermione admonished.

"Were."

Whatever points Hermione was going to share shattered behind her eyes. Gobsmacked, she closed the lyrics booklet and curled on her side toward Ginny. And then she paused. "You cheeky bird!" She clocked the mischief on Ginny's face, which only grew with acknowledgement. "I'll get you for that!" Hermione exclaimed and tried to push Ginny over before devolving into an uncharacteristically playful brawl.

Ginny's athletic physique deftly bettered Hermione's attempts to wrestle the upper hand. Their legs locked together in a knot that would require both to relent in order to unfurl. Ginny laced her fingers into Hermione's clasped together hands tucked snuggly in the small space between their chests. Her free right hand wrapped over Hermione to the small of her back and held her tight. In their scuffle they summoned Freddie Mercury to serenade them once more in an act of canticumancy.

/ It's you, you're all I see / ooh~, you make me live now, honey /

"You really didn't think this through, didja Granger?" Ginny asked from mere inches away.

"I did."

Ginny's head swam as their position broke the crest and crashed down upon her. The confidence in Hermione's voice; The pressure of their tangled limbs; the soft cradle of her well worn bed sinking them into the center; the bright brown eyes ahead glancing down; the part of Hermione's lips…

Her hand glided from Hermione's back to smooth the ruched fabric of her shirt on her side. The slightest squirm caught Ginny's attention. "Ah, ticklish?"

Hermione's brows knit together for a moment. "I suppose? I'm...honestly not sure if I am, though I was when I was a lass."

"Care to find out?" Ginny had asked rhetorically, already pulling her hand into a professional claw, yet Hermione gave her a small nod of approval.

/ ...my feelings are true / I really love you / ooh~, you're my best friend /

All Ginny had access to was the full length of Hermione's side as far as she could reach. Plenty of perfectly pinchable spots to gauge where giggle veins could be mined. First, to rewrinkle Hermione's shirt by squeezing the divine dip at her waist. "See, I get tickled literally all the time when I'm home. My brothers are ruthless," Ginny explained over her mousy squeaks.

"I saw- oh gosh!"

"So you can only imagine how much I know about all the bad spots." Just above Hermione's waist was her soft lowest rib that triggered her voice to raise and face to redden. "And all the different techniques." Ginny's gentle pinches transformed into a finger crawl down her side until they were skittering quickly atop the fullest curve of Hermione's hip.

"Ginny!"

Her heart somersaulted. "I'm not even doing anything yet!"

Giggles gave way to laughter. Each involuntary tub confirmed how secure their position was and revived the butterflies. Ginny's fingertips mapped the whole of her thigh and she basked in every twitch and gasp and squeal. Hermione's shirt scrunched up to her waist and exposed her quivering belly decorated with lovely, shining marks.

Ginny sighed dramatically and stilled her hand."Tch. Now you've done it."

"I'm sorry?" Hermione asked with a shuddered breath and confused smile. Her face was glowing and hair a wild mane that would make Gryffindor proud.

/ And I love the things / I really love the things that you do~ /

"Gone and made yourself an adorable target." She dragged the back of her fingers along Hermione's skin at the edge of her trouser waistband. "Nothin' to protect you from any ticklin' to be had."

Hermione squirmed and snickered. "Ginny, wait-"

"I mean, bare skin's a magnet for tickling, frankly," she continued, tracing the delicate trails toward her bellybutton. Hermione arched away from her, stretching back before buckling forward again when the act had made her more sensitive. Ginny picked up the pace and chuckled when she repeated the motion. "Oh, you want more?"

She snorted. "I can't he-help it!"

"But you haven't tried to stop me," Ginny reasoned while wiggling her fingers deeper into Hermione's tender midriff. With every touch, she freed laughter from the clusters of nerve bundles they were hidden within. Ginny nestled her head into the pillow and became enchanted at Hermione failing to maintain any semblance of composure; wholly enamoured by her joy.

/ Tonight~ I'm gonna have myself~ a real good time~ /

The track change brought her back to her bedroom. Ginny dropped her palm to slowly rub out the sensations she had been inflicting.

Hermione fell back as much as her tangled legs and secured hands would allow. "You're really good at that," she panted.

"Had a lot of practice bein' a victim,'' Ginny replied with a grin. She let go of Hermione's hands, much to both of their relief as they stretched their fingers, but found herself unable to pry apart her legs. "Hermione?"

/ I'm floating around~ in ecstasy~ / so don't stop me now~ /

"I was having fun. With you, I mean. And being close to you. Sorry, did you say I was adorable?" Each thought seemed to bubble past her lips before they had the chance to fully form.

Ginny's blush mirrored Hermione's as she recalled saying so out loud. "I…well...wait, you wanted to be close to me too?"

"Too?"

For a moment, the only sound was Queen playing from the walkman. Then, they were laughing in astonished delight, embracing with touched foreheads and wandering hands. Ginny cupped Hermione's cheek and her hand returned to stroke her still bare side. Hermione slipped her fingers under the hem of Ginny's shirt.

"You sure you wanna do that?" Ginny challenged. She flexed her fingers and relished at how Hermione squeezed her thighs and squirmed into her this time.

Hermione lifted her chin in response, so close their noses nearly touched. "I do." She strummed the small of Ginny's back.

Their lips crashed together as she arched away from the dance of Hermione's delicate nails. Startled eyes succumb to crows feet in the way everything does when the moment is sweet and reciprocated. The butterflies in Ginny's heart exploded into snapdragon fireworks as their giggle-ridden kiss deepened. Hermione snickered, too, when Ginny couldn't keep herself from writhing at the teasing tickle distracting her senses. And still, she passed her muffled mirth with her tongue for Hermione to taste.

Ginny rolled them onto Hermione's back and carefully parted. "You're not getting away that easy," she promised through a spine jarring shiver. Before Hermione could respond, Ginny dispatched a seismic clawed hand into her untouched side. Released from the ticklish tremors, she nuzzled into Hermione's neck. "Still having fun?"

"Ginny-hehe! I-ahHa!"

Hermione wanted to visit her early and spend more time together. Wanted to be physically close to her. Wanted to kiss her. Too. Secret hopes realised as truth quickly intoxicated Ginny. She added her other hand to scribble into her underarm while pressing her lips to Hermione's ear. "Well?" Uncontrollable hysterics had fully encompassed the beaming young woman beneath her. Hermione's arms locked to her sides and legs kicking in an effort to diminish the sensations tormenting her upper body. Ginny recognized the signs well, only Hermione was nodding rather than shaking her head.

"Truly precious." Ginny pulled back so Hermione could see her and slowed her tickling fingers to a devastating crawl. "Well, I suppose I'm gonna have to put my knowledge to the test to find all your spots."

"I-I'd like that," Hermione admitted as her laughter petered out. She wrapped her arms around Ginny to bring their lips together once, twice, so many times more.

/ Yes, I'm havin' a good time / I don't want to stop at all~/

/ La-da-da-da-dah~ / Da-da-da-ha~ / Ha-da-da~, ha~-ha~-ha~ / Ha-da-da~, ha-da-da-ah~ /

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apocalypseornaw · 3 years

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Love Finds You

For the square "Arranged Marriage" on @girl-next-door-writes bingo

Mafia (ish) AU. Warnings are cursing, angst, John trying to kill the reader, Dean killing John

Word Count: 5,343

You walked through the quiet halls hearing the echo of your boots reverberate to your own ears. Something big was happening for this place to be this quiet. It was like a tomb where normally there was a solid bustle of movement. You stopped just shy of the entrance to your uncle’s study. You felt an uneasiness but pushed it down before knocking on the heavy door. “Come in” you heard his voice carry out and knew he wasn’t alone.

You straightened your jacket before pushing the door open and wasn’t at all surprised to see none other than John Winchester sitting in front of your uncle Joseph’s desk. Your eyes narrowed at the presence of the other man and you unconsciously reached to touch the gun riding at your hip and saw Joseph give the barest shake of his head “Y/N I believe you know our guest” John held his hand out but you didn’t care about the pretense of politeness you’d earned your reputation and with it had come the right to act as you saw fit so you simply folded your arms “The man whose wife was killed when his kids were young so he’s done everything in his power to stay as far away from those kids and be the poorest excuse for a father even this line of work has ever seen?”

Joseph looked taken aback but John on the other hand had the nerve to laugh “Yeah I heard she was something and she does not disappoint” you turned your eyes to your uncle “What’s all this cloak and dagger bullshit? Why is the head of the only other family in the world that comes close to your empire sitting in your office?” “As you just said dear. The Winchesters are the only other family that comes close to ours. What better way to solidify our footing than a union between the two?” you laughed harshly, the sound sharp enough to slice through the air “I know you didn’t call me here with the nerve to propose that I have anything to do with him?” “Actually my oldest son Dean has agreed to do whatever necessary to help the family succeed” John cut in so you spun around on him “So you abandon your kids bad enough to get a reputation for it, then come here to basically plot with Joseph to sell your son off like a prize stud while I’m what? The old mare you’re breeding him to? Make a whole new crop?”

“Y/N that is enough young lady!” Joseph spoke harshly, his voice filling the area as he stood to his full height. You didn’t back down catching the look of amusement John had as you stood your ground “If you expect to marry me off to solidify an empire then I am here to tell you I expect everything to be signed over to me the moment I say I do. If I’m to agree to an arranged marriage then I’m going to fucking profit from it” Joseph nodded “I’ve been wanting to retire as is” you turned your attention from him to John “I want to meet your son before the week’s end. My future husband and I need to have a long talk. My dear uncle has my number” He nodded “Yes ma’am” you spun around on your heel and marched out the office being sure to slam the door shut behind you.

You held up the pretense until you made it down to your car and only once you were pulling away from the curb did you break tears flowing freely. You knew your life would never truly be your own but now you didn’t even get a chance to try to fall in love, you were being forced to marry someone you’d never meant just to hold onto what your father had built and what you’d bled to keep intact.

It was three days later before your phone rang with a number you didn’t recognize. When you answered it you groaned inwardly at hearing John’s voice “Y/N? Dean wants to know if you’d like to meet today” “Name a time and place” you responded coldly. He reiterated the location and time so you agreed before hanging up. You stared at the phone then clicked the number you had saved on the speed dial. A woman didn’t get as far as you had without having people she could trust. The Banes twins were your right hand man and woman. You’d take them with you to the meeting along with Abaddon who was a bit of a loose cannon but she was loyal to you.

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A few hours later you were riding in the passenger seat of Abaddon’s range rover with Alicia and Max sitting in the backseat going over a weapon’s check. “So let me get this right, you marry Winchester and your uncle’s part of the business is yours?” Max asked and you nodded. “Do we all get promotions?” Abaddon asked, her red hair gleaming in the sunlight and a barely restrained laugh pulling at her bright red lips. “Oh you all will be my team that stays in the main house with me” you replied with a sharp laugh.

When she pulled the car to a stop at the iron gate you glanced up to look into the security cameras while she spoke to the monitor that she was your security detail. A few seconds later the gate swung open so she pulled in.

The property was nice, sprawling out in front of you. The garage was open and the inside looked like a classic car collection. Just from a glance you spotted a 65 Shelby, a 70 Coronet and a drop down gorgeous 67 impala. “Please tell me those belong to Dean” you muttered without meaning to earning a laugh from the interior of your vehicle.

She drove around to the front entrance and parked where a guy motioned for her to. You clocked the gun at his side before ever getting out. It was fair enough, you were carrying same as Abaddon and Alicia while Max had more blades on him than you would’ve thought possible before meeting him. “You must be Y/N” the guy greeted you the moment your feet stepped outside the range rover.

You extended your hand with a business smile “That I am. Normally I like to know who I’m talking to?” an easy smile slipped onto his face and you got the sense he was getting a feel for you even before he said “Name’s Benjamin Lafitte ma’am. Feel free to call me Benny, Dean does” You nodded and motioned to everyone in your party in turn “This is Abaddon, Alicia and Max” they all greeted each other then Benny motioned to the door “He’s waiting in the back garden. From what we’ve heard about you formal meetings isn’t really your thing” Abaddon cut her eyes at you so you rolled your eyes before saying “I appreciate a good impression being attempted”

You followed Benny through the main house admiring some of the artwork adorning the walls. It was a nice place. When he stepped to the side to open the doors leading into the back garden a redheaded woman was standing on the other side. With a nod to her Benny made the introductions. Her name was Charlie and it earned Dean a point in your book to learn he had a few women on his team. She joined your little group as Benny led the way past two fountains, a large swimming pool and what looked to be a firing range.

Three men were standing looking out over the property at the edge of the garden. Two were clearly John’s sons while the other looked to maybe be an uncle to them. Benny whistled out and the three turned to face all of you.

While both of the younger men were good looking your eyes were glued to the shorter of the two. He had bright green eyes that were watching you curiously and just the way he held himself was an underlying sense of control to him at all times. He was gorgeous and the smirk that slipped onto his face from your attention told you that he was well aware of that fact “You must be Y/N. I’m Dean” “Nice to meet you considering we’ll be married in a couple months” you replied with a sharp laugh. The smirk on Dean’s face spread into a grin “I’ve heard a few things about you” “Good or bad?” you asked and he shrugged “Depends on the point of view”

He introduced you to the two men standing with him. One was his younger brother Sam, the other was Bobby Singer the man who’d practically taken over raising him and Sam. Once everyone knew each other’s names Dean nodded to Benny “Call inside for some drinks for our guests while me and Y/N speak in private” his eyes had never left yours but you refused to break eye contact first.

He motioned towards a trail you saw cut through the wooded area around the property “Care to take a walk?” you cut your eyes back towards Alicia, Max and Abaddon. “Yeah those three aren’t letting me out of their sight that easily” he nodded then said “Pick someone to walk with us but you’re not in any danger here. That’s why we had no problem letting you keep your weapons” you raised an eyebrow then motioned to Max “Care to take a walk with us?” he nodded and fell in step a few feet behind you and Dean giving the privacy the two of you needed but not being too far that he couldn’t be to your side quickly if needed.

The two of you walked in silence for a few moments before you broke it by asking “Dean do you even want to marry me? I mean you clearly would have plenty of options” he scoffed and cut his eyes at you “Like you’d have trouble warming your bed up there sweetheart?” you didn’t blush easily and times like this you were glad. He continued by saying “This life is all I’ve known. Between our families no one would dare step out of line and we both have morals we stand by. Innocent people don’t get hurt by us. If marrying a beautiful woman with one hell of a reputation is the cross I must bear then I believe I have fared pretty well” You laughed in earnest at that “Dean Winchester are you trying to sweet talk me?” he grinned and christ it made your stomach flip “Maybe, is it working?” you shook your head with a grin.

He stopped walking and turned to face you with all humor gone from his eyes “I just want to say even after we’re married I won’t lay a finger on you unless you want me to. I know this isn’t ideal but I’d like to think of myself as a good man and I’d like to think I could be a good husband even in this circumstance” You tilted your head slightly as you studied him. After a moment of your silence he scratched at the scruff covering his jaw “Are you gonna say anything in return or just stare at me?” you smiled and replied “Just thinking that you really are not what I expected but in the best of ways” he nodded then glanced back where Max was twirling a knife between his fingers “Think our people are playing nice?” you nodded then said “They’ve got to get used to each other”

John and Joseph alike both had plans for announcing the engagement. Meaning that between them both they had practically planned a damn ball just for a bunch of suits to get together in one room so they could flaunt that their families would be becoming one to the rest of the world. You hated the idea of being trotted around like a show horse.

“Alicia is this damned thing straight?” you asked, turning in front of the mirror. The dress had been designed for you. The color and cut was flattering, it had a slit giving you access to the knife at your thigh not that you’d need it considering Abaddon and Max would both be wearing designer suits decked out with their weapons on display and Alicia like you had a few blades hidden under her dress as well. “Will you stop fidgeting? You look beautiful” she smiled, smoothing the dress under her hands. You spared a smile in the mirror “So you do! I love that red dress” she winked “Thank you”

A knock on the door drew both of your attention so you called out “Yes?” and heard Max ask if the two of you were ready to go downstairs. You took Alicia’s arm then opened the door. Max let out a low whistle “Well you two look amazing” “Thanks Max” you smiled and ran your fingers across the lapel of his suit “You clean up pretty well too” He grinned “Abaddon is already downstairs. Y/N your in-laws were arriving so she sent me up to retrieve you” you rolled your eyes but let him lead the way downstairs.

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You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and spotted Dean speaking to Joseph but he trailed off mid sentence when he saw you and that smile slid onto his face. Joseph said something to him so he nodded then made his way through the crowd.

When he got in front of you and Alicia he stopped. She kissed your cheek then grabbed her brother’s arm “Come on Max let’s mingle. Y/N we’ll be close enough” you watched her go then turned to Dean with a smile “So how do I look?” he let his eyes trail over your body and you felt heat rush to your face before he finally said “You look like everyone here is going to be cussing me under their breath when they find out we’re engaged” you laughed and shook your head “There’s that sweet talking streak again” he held his hand out and when you took it he asked “Is it working yet?” you rolled your eyes playfully “No but I’ll be sure to let you know when it does”

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For the next few hours you were close to Dean’s side. You danced with him and Sam, even Bobby asked you for a dance. Abaddon was chatting with Charlie and you spotted Max and Alicia talking with Benny and another of Dean’s people. He was a pretty decent guy, easy on the eyes and easy to be around. You could’ve gotten stuck with a lot worse.

When it got close to midnight you watched as John and Joseph walked onto the stage together. Joseph took the mic first “As most of you are aware John and myself are here to announce something” he handed the mic to John who pointed where you and Dean stood so a spotlight followed “My Oldest son Dean is engaged to marry Joseph’s niece Y/N. We couldn’t be happier and wish the kids the best in the world” Dean wrapped his arm around your waist as would be expected and whispered in your ear “Like they didn’t push us into this” you laughed lightly but to anyone else it would appear just lovers whispering sweet nothings.

For the next while you clung to Dean’s arm as group after group stopped to congratulate the two of you. You found an opening and pulled him after you towards the back exit of the hall. He waved off Benny and Abaddon following you step for step.

When you finally crashed into the cool night air a nervous laugh fell from your lips “Y/N are you ok?” you nodded then said “I guess it’s just I never saw myself getting married even in this life knowing this was a possibility and honestly I don’t know what it is about you but I’m not as mad as I was” “I hope maybe one day we can love each other Y/N. Even if our life starts like this it doesn’t have to stay like this. Our marriage may have been their idea but I plan to wine and dine you even after you say I do” he replied and you raised an eyebrow “Is it a challenge or making the best of the situation?” you asked so he shrugged “Maybe I just like you”

The two of you sat down on a bench just outside watching the night sky. A shooting star went over head so you bumped Dean’s arm “Make a wish Winchester” he turned to face you and the close proximity made your heart flip again as he said “I could think of a wish or two” you smiled and leaned forward to let your lips gently brush against his. He returned the kiss fully and when you pulled away to catch your breath you whispered “Me too” before he pulled you into another kiss.

Weeks passed after the ball announcing your engagement and during that time a day didn’t go by that you and Dean didn’t speak or spend time together. The more you learned of him the more you started to realize that while you hadn’t picked him it was as if you had he was nearly a perfect match for you. The only thing was he wanted desperately to have his father’s approval but he was twice the man John was. You just wished he’d see it.

You’d also started to spend some time getting to know Sam since he would be your brother-in-law and learned he actually had been enrolled in college to be a lawyer but when his girlfriend had been killed he ended up rejoining the family. He was now seeing a woman named Eileen but didn’t want it to be public knowledge simply because he didn’t want John around her. Knowing John you didn’t blame him and offered any assistance you could in helping him spend time with her.

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Time rolled around for your final dress fitting so you, Abaddon, Alicia and Charlie were in the private suite of the bridal shop. The dress had been made for you so it fit perfectly. You stepped up to show them and they all clapped. “You look gorgeous and that’s with just a ponytail in your hair” Charlie offered with a grin. You smiled and twirled “Think Dean will like it?” Abaddon who had wandered off to the lingerie section held up a piece and winked “I think he’d prefer you in this” . You covered your face with both hands and Alicia cracked up laughing “Twenty years! I have known you for twenty years and I have never seen you blush!”

“Have you slept with him?” Charlie asked bluntly and you nearly choked on the wine you were drinking. “I haven’t done more than kissed him” “Oh my god!” Abaddon groaned, flopping dramatically into the nearest chair “Why?” you shrugged “We’ve been getting to know each other!” Alicia raised an eyebrow “You have real feelings for him” when you didn’t respond she gasped “You’ve actually fallen in love with him haven’t you!” your eyes flew to Charlie who sipped her wine quietly. “Charlie” Abaddon spoke more as a question than as her name.

Charlie looked up from her glass “Ok so maybe he’s fallen for you too?” the three of them piled into one chair then looked back at you expectedly “So are you going to admit it?” Alicia finally asked and you shook your head “Not to either of you three”

Two weeks before you and Dean were to be married you were at your condo in the city finishing packing up. The plan was for you and him to move into a property that was between Joseph’s and the Winchesters. It was large enough that you could both have those you wanted close but have privacy also. God help you had gone from horrified at the idea of this marriage to excited for it.

It was around two in the morning but you couldn’t sleep so you had music playing while you went through some of your older clothes and waited for Abaddon to get there. You heard a window break in your bedroom and grabbed your gun off the coffee table. You didn’t expect the pipe bomb that blew the front door off the hinges and threw you across the room.

You were barely conscious when you heard a voice say “With Joseph out the way we need her dead. We need to make Dean believe rivals killed her. That boy is so in love he’ll rip through them all. Grab her and we’ll keep alive long enough he’ll kill anyone when he finally gets her body” you tried to push yourself up but a black boot came into view. You followed that boot up to look into John’s eyes. He shrugged “Nothing personal sweetheart” then kicked you hard across the face.

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When news made it to Dean that Joseph was dead and you were missing he felt his blood run cold. “What do you mean she’s missing? I thought you three had her back!” he nearly growled at Abaddon who was standing with Max and Alicia outside of Joseph’s estate where Dean had ended up going with Benny, Charlie and Sam at his side.

“We did! God dammit, I went to get her chinese takeout! I came back and her place was a wreck and these two were calling about the alarm going off at the main house!” Abaddon didn’t back down. She realized that Dean had a right to rage. He was in love with you but you’d been her charge and friend for many years. She’d die for you and wasn’t about to let him act like her and the twins didn’t care. “Well what now?” Benny asked and Charlie raised her hand “Has anyone checked cameras leading from her place?” Sam pointed at her “Good idea. Start there backtrack if possible. Dean we will find her”

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How long had it been since you’d been taken? Did Dean think you were dead? Was he mourning you? Was John using him as a blunt instrument in his grief?

You were leaned back against a concrete wall curled into a tight ball. Your left eye was swollen shut, the right side of your head was sore to the touch from a blow that had needed staples but the swelling had finally stopped the bleeding. You were certain you had a few cracked ribs and more than likely some internal damage.

They’d showed you Joseph’s body and while he hadn’t been your favorite he’d still had taken care of you. John had stupidly expected you to die easily. You refused to stop fighting. You owed it to everyone you cared about to stay alive as long as possible.

You heard boots coming and forced your head up. John was right outside the small cell they’d shoved you into watching you closely. “Really I hate this because you’re a perfect match for Dean but I can’t have your morals fucking up my business. Right now Dean doesn’t like innocent people getting hurt but after I kill you then track down Sam’s new girl. The two of them? Well my boys will be ready to take down anyone I put in front of them” he smiled cruelly and you laughed despite the pain it caused “What’s so funny?”

You waved your hand showing the large slices they’d cut into your arms “You still think they’re anything like you or your dead wife? Those two? They’re good they’ll never follow your lead you bastard” he smiled humorlessly “We’ll see after your body gets delivered to Dean tomorrow” “So you’re here to kill me?” you asked and he pulled his gun out in response “Sure am”

You forced yourself to your feet biting down on your tongue to squash the noises of pain wanting to creep out of your lips. You refused to die on your knees. If you were going down it would be on your feet “Then do it you son of a bitch”

You held his gaze as a shot rang out but to your surprise you didn’t feel the pain of a gunshot instead John crumpled to the ground. You collapsed to your knees rather from pain or shock you weren’t sure but when you saw Dean standing there with a gun staring at his father’s body you began to sob.

You could hear familiar voices. Abaddon,Benny, Max but blocked them out. Thanks to you, the man you loved had been forced to kill his father.

You were curled into yourself when you felt strong hands on your shoulders “Y/N come on baby” you finally looked up to see Dean kneeling next to you. “I’m sorry” you choked out and he looked confused for a second then glanced back “It’s not your fault. I love you and if I had to kill him ten times over to save you I will” he gently pressed his lips to yours, careful of your wounds, then pulled you into his lap.

When the rest of the rescue team found you Dean barely wanted anyone else to lay a hand on you. He finally let Charlie and Bobby get close enough to look over your wounds “Nothing life threatening but she needs a hospital son. Your girl’s a fighter” Bobby said with a kind smile to you. Dean’s eyes were glued to yours as he said “My soon to be wife if she’ll still have me” you nodded crying again “Of course Dean”

“It’s taken a lot to get here but I am proud to say I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride” Bobby announced and Dean pulled you into a deep kiss.

The wedding was a lot smaller than anything Joseph or John had planned. There were barely thirty people in the garden of Joseph’s or well now your estate. It suited you and Dean a lot better. When Dean pulled back he smiled down at you “I love you Y/N” “I love you too Dean”

After the reception instead of throwing your bouquet you walked over and handed it to Eileen then winked at Sam “You’re next brother in law” Dean laughed and slid an arm around your waist “You heard my wife Sammy”

@girl-next-door-writes

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #girl next doors make me feel bingo

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dwellordream · 2 years

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If for some reason (a few years prior to where cannon starts) jaime just bumped his head and realised his relationship with Cersei wasn’t healthy, or even got so jealous of her being married to Robert he cut it off with Cersei. How do you think Cersei takes it? Do you think she’d do something to harm jaime? What sort of ramifications do you think jaime ending his relationship with Cersei would have?

I just think this is so out of character for Jaime it would never happen unless something monumental happened to him or her that made one of them totally re-evaluate their whole life. Such as Cersei losing her children one after another in rapid succession or Jaime losing his hand much earlier. Even in canon as it currently stands, I think while Jaime has realized their entire dynamic is fucked up, he is also hyper-focused on the idea of Cersei cheating on him, and that's what really pushes him to (seemingly) totally reject her pleas for help.

Yes he knows it's not right for them to keep up this relationship, but he's also a product of his culture and society, and without Tyrion's parting jab about Cersei's infidelity, I'm not convinced Jaime would ever have totally abandoned his twin. He might have still cut things off physically, but they'd still be emotionally enmeshed, and honestly as fucked up and taboo as it all is, Cersei and Jaime having sex with each other is not as bad as what they do to each other's morals and emotions.

#ask #anon #jaime lannister

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emo-and-confused · 3 years

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You do know that canonical Phil’s only kid is Wilbur, right? Phil has only canonical called Wilbur his son. I know people hc Tommy, Techno, and sometimes Tubbo, as his kids but that’s not been canonically confirmed. His point of “the government made me kill my son” is about how the drive for power of the government drove Wilbur insane, leading Phil to have to choose the either kill his son or risk everyone else’s safety by leaving him alive.

I have lots of problems with c!Techno and c!Phil calling themselves “anarchists” (especially cause they don’t seem to have a good idea of what anarchism is) and how they use the cover of politics to justify destroying l’manberg (despite being driven by mostly personal reasons), but Phil isn’t a terrible person or father. I really don’t think any of the characters are terrible except for c!Dream. (Sorry this is so long btw)

(i took lowercase and ran with it the whole way through)

hey, yeah, so I know phil has only acknowledged that wilbur is his son

h o w e v e r

wilbur has stated that him and techno are twins, and that tommy and him are bothers

tommy also (i don’t have a time stamp, this is just memory) implied that he thought of phil as a father figure

with so many writers and characters on the smp, it’s a little bit hard for everyone in the fandom to have the same interpretation on the lore

especially with techno saying he doesn’t like the family dynamic. that was a recent development and i (along with many) still have the family dynamic in my head

yes. c!phil isn’t a terrible person, he’s just got a mixed up version of what good morals and ideals are and he’ll never except that he was anything other than correct in all of his actions. c!dream is the only villian

but i do think he is a bad father and i think he was majorly neglectful of wilbur. and tommy was wilbur’s brother, but it’s basically cannon that wilbur raised tommy (with or without phil being his dad). i also see tommy as the adopted son of phil, if that makes any difference

and even if techno isn’t phil’s son, doesn’t that make it worse? in a way? that phil chose a friend over his son(s)? even if one of them was dead and he’s trying to revive?

ofc this is just my perspective and you have every right to disagree :)

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza minecraft #philza #mcyt #mcytblr #dream smp

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beanzykin · 3 years

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What I Write For

When requesting:

Please remember to be polite and patient when requesting. I don’t do them in order, I don’t care how many times you put in the request. If your request doesn’t follow my guide-lines I will decline it or do the best I can to give you what you’d like. I will write drabbles, I might get carried away with the idea though. You are allowed to send in prompts, gifs, images or a song that you’d like to base the writing off of. You may request multiple things at once.

I write Head Cannons as well

No-No’s:

I write for all genders and race! (I don't know much about culture)

I do not write lemon or smut

I do not write romantic age gap

I write in English (Yes, I actually had to put this in)

I will only write for the fandoms listed below

No swearing

No romantic family relationships

Types of relationships I write (Reader):

Poly

Femlash

Het

Slash

Family

Friend

Cargo

AU’s I write for (Let me know if you have one and I’ll see if I can write it):

High School AU

Body Swap AU

Coffee Shop AU

De-Age Au

Going back in time AU

Future AU

Enemies to lovers AU

Childhood friends AU

Yandere AU

Marvel: Who I write for

X Readers:

Natasha Romanoff

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peggy Carter

Peter Parker

Sam Wilson

Carol Danvers

Bruce Banner

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Gamora

Nebula

Peter Quill

Rocket

Goose (Yes, I write for the raccoon so why not the cat?)

Clint Barton

Stephen Strange

Ned Leeds

May Parker

Pepper Potts

Loki Friggason

Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova

Maria Hill

Daisy Johnson (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Jemma Simmons (I haven’t finished Agents of SHIELD yet, please keep that in mind)

Hope Van Dyne

Scott Lang

Cassie Lang

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Gwen Stacy

Miles Morales

Darcy Lewis

May Parker

Ships:

Clintasha (Clint Baton x Natasha Romanoff)

Gwiles (Gwen Stacy x Miles Morales)

Stucky/Starbucks (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Scarlet Vision (Vision x Wanda Maximoff)

Spideychelle (Peter Parker x Michelle “MJ” Jones)

Pepperony (Pepper Potts x Tony Stark)

Black-Pepper (Natasha Romanoff x Pepper Potts)

IronStrange (Tony Stark x Stephen Strange)

IronDad (Father Tony Stark)

SpiderDad (Father Peter B. Parker)

Brutasha (Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff)

Bruce (Thor Odinson x Bruce Banner)

Mama Spider (Mother Natasha Romanoff)

Science Bros (Tony Stark x Bruce Banner)

Stony (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark)

Aunt Peggy (Peggy Carter x Tony Stark {Family})

FitzSimmons/Science Twins/Science Babies (Leo Fitz x Jemma Simmons)

CoulSkye (Phil Coulson x Daisy Johnson {Family})

Mayson/Phillinda (Phil Coulson x Melinda May)

Maysy (Daisy Johnson x Melinda May {Family})

Skimmons/BioQuake/SkyJem (Daisy Johnson x Jimma Simmons)

BlackTie (Natasha Romanoff x Phil Coulson {Family})

Romanrogers (Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers)

Winterprincess (Bucky Barnes x Shuri {Friends})

Bowtie (Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

Capsicoul (Steve Rogers x Phil Coulson {Fangirling Coulson})

IronHusbands (Tony Stark x James “Rhodey” Rhodes)

Winter Falcon (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

SHIELD Wives (Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill)

ScienceShocks (Darcy Lewis x Jane Foster)

Snow Bird (Clint Barton x Loki Friggason)

Sifki (Lady Sif x Loki Friggason)

All Caps (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers)

Barbershop Quartet (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff)

Black Bowtie (Natasha Romanoff x Clint Barton x Phil Coulson {Family})

The Avengers Fam (Original 6 Avengers {Family})

Anwin (Edward Jarvis x Ana Jarvis)

Black Thunder (Natasha Romanoff x Thor Odinson {Family})

LangDyne (Scott Lang x Hope Van Dyne)

Science Teens (Peter Paker x Shuri {Friends})

StarMora (Peter Quill x Gamora)

Bucket (Rocket Raccoon x Bucky Barnes {Friends})

Interwebs (Ned Leeds x Peter Parker {Friends})

Agent Widow (Peggy Carter x Natasha Romanoff)

Nebora (Nebula x Gamora {Sisters})

FOS (Michelle “MJ” Jones x Peter Parker x Ned Leeds {Friends})

World War Threesome (Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Jeggy (Edward Jarvis x Peggy Carter {Friends})

Supreme Family (Peter Parker x Tony Stark x Stephen Strange {Family})

CarterWood (Dottie Underwood x Peggy Carter)

Michelle Jones x Shuri

May Parker x Michelle Jones {Family}

The Good Doctor: Who I Write For

X readers:

Claire Browne x Reader

Morgan Reznick x Reader

Audrey Lim x Reader

Ships:

Breznick/Clairgan (Claire Browne x Morgan Reznick)

Audrey Lim x Claire Browne

Morgan Reznick x Alex Park (Only like best friends, sorry)

9-1-1: Who I Write For

X readers:

Maddie Buckley x Reader

Ships:

Buddie (Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley)

Mama Athena (Athena being a mother to the 118)

Dad Bobby (Bobby being a father to the 118)

Buckies (Buckley sibling bonding)

The 118 as a huge family (with Karen, Athena, May, Michael, Harry, Maddie, etc)

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xxoxobree · 9 months

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Ohmygooood imagine milo and miles find out they little sister been sneaking talking to a boy 🤣

🤣🤣 Yes

You were on the phone with your crush talking thinking your door was locked. You were talking too loud because now both of them barged in your room and before you could even react Milo snatched your phone.

“Yo who this is?” He said putting it on speaker for Miles to hear.

“Uhhh… uhhh”

“Uhh uhh , what you stuttering for , who’s this ?” Miles said.

The embarrassment and anger radiated off of you as you tried to reach for your phone to stop them but they held it up over your head.

“Moommmmm!” You screamed for Rio. Running in your parents room to tell her what the twins did.

Rio got them to give your your phone back and leave you alone as you buried your head in your pillows too embarrassed to even text your crush and say sorry and sad that they might’ve blew your chance with him.

A little later they came back into your room flopping on the side of you feeling guilty about making you sad.

Milo rested his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry , but you can’t be talking to guys like that Y/n. You don’t need a boyfriend.”

“Boys are no good.” Miles chimed in patting your back.” You forgive us?”

“No.” You said with a sigh.

“We’re sorry.” Milo said again throwing his body on you.

“Get off of me dumb ass.” You grabbed a pillow hitting him with it.

He grabbed one hitting you back Turing into a pillow fight between you three.

#neteyamsmunch #miles morales x reader #neteyamsmunch fics #earth 42 miles x reader #breeandhermunches #breeandhermunchesfics #e42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #prowler miles #miles morales fic #morales twins au #morales twins head cannons

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seijch · 4 years

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➣ the fate of a blade has (and always will be) to live and live and live. whether or not they retain their memories is optional.

kuroo tetsurou + gender neutral!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

high fantasy au, angst

this fic is inspired by the video game xenoblade chronicles 2, but knowledge of that game is not needed to enjoy this fic :-) this fic also takes place in the same universe as my ushijima fic simple life, but the stories of both take place independently of each other !!

Wait.

Stop.

"Kuroo?"

You know him; of course you do. You'd recognize the sharp lines of his face from anywhere, any place, any time. You take his appearance in the same way one would thumb through the pages of their favorite book: with familiarity and all the care in the world.

He turns at the sound of his name, his gaze searching for a moment for the source of the sound. When it lands on you, your heart breaks.

He looks about the same as always, hair permanently disheveled and exactly as annoyingly attractive as you remember.

(He used to lord it over you when you'd admitted it to him. "Oh?" he'd asked, chin in his palm and a twinkle in his eye. You had wanted nothing more than for the ground beneath to swallow you whole.)

It's been almost a full year since you've seen him. You didn't think you'd get the chance to ever again.

"Do I know you?" he asks.

You did, you want to scream.

You did—

(Your eyes blink open for the first time. Well, not really; they've blinked thousands, millions of times before. This just marks the first time your eyes have opened to your current incarnation.

For a moment, you think you're seeing double, the girl you assume is responsible for awakening you shadowed by her doppelganger. Ah, you think. They must be identical twins.

Introductions are standard. They have to be, when all you've come into this life with is your name and the innate knowledge of your power. Such is the life of a blade, you suppose. You come into this world with one purpose, one goal: to serve your driver, the person who summons you.

Thankfully, your driver and her sister look nice enough, but their company does not, all scarred faces and scowls.

"Tough crowd, right?" a voice asks, low in your ear. You startle, whipping around to strike your would-be assailant. It's another blade, judging by the gem embedded in his chest and the vaguely unhuman look in his eyes. He holds his hands up in surrender, a playful grin on his face. "What a way to greet someone you've just met," he drawls. When your body relaxes, he offers his hand for you to shake. "I'm Kuroo. And as for this," he nods to the grim atmosphere of the camp, "you get used to it."

Niceties, it seems, are few and far between when your trade is entirely underground. Both your driver—and Kuroo's, whose driver is the mirror image of your own—were involved with the illegal dealing of core crystals, the very thing blades are summoned from.

You voice these concerns to Kuroo on your second night. "It took me a while to get used to it, too. Turns out our drivers aren't as morally corrupt as the rest of the crew." Blades tended to take after their drivers, their personality overlaid over the blade's to make each incarnation unique. "But hey," he rations, tossing a deep orange gem with one hand, "money makes the world go 'round, doesn't it?")

You did—

("You've got to try harder than that," he teases, the tip of his katana kissing the gem on your chest. "I was just starting to have fun, too." You hiss, ignoring the sting as you get up from where Kuroo's knocked you on your ass.

"Oh, I'll show you fun," you growl. He only smiles, dropping into a fighting stance as you pick up your weapon, a cannon drawing its projectiles from the ether energy in the air. You've long since learned that Kuroo is an opponent you can't hope to beat; there were a select few blades that were lauded throughout history for their power. Kuroo Tetsurou, wielder of the Chaos Uchigatana, happens to be one of them.

But that sure as hell won't stop you from trying.)

You did—

(The sparring sessions become routine, and you end up playing into Kuroo's hands every time. Each blow landed is an uphill battle against his strength, his skill.

Out of all the mornings and nights spent butting heads, you can only remember one instance where you come out on top.

Your breathing is hard, the cannon focused at his head. You'd tumbled into his lap at some point, but your head is hazy with the fog of victory. "I did it," you pant, chest heaving.

"After what?" he asks, as though he wasn't pinned to the ground. "How many losses did it take you, hm? Fifty? Eighty?" The real number—not like anyone was counting—is closer to ninety-seven. You wisely choose not to tell him that.

"You're not going to take this from me," you tell him as your breathing evens out, crooking a finger at him. Only then do you notice the space—or lack thereof—between you. You scramble to get up, offering him a hand. It's warm. Calloused. Fits perfectly in your own.

You try not to think about it.)

You did—

("What is this, Kuroo?" You're the only two awake, up for the last shift of guard duty while the rest of camp snoozes under the night sky. The only light around is the campfire Yaku set up hours ago. It burns low, crackling enough to cut through the silence.

"What is what?"

"Don't play dumb with me," you mutter from his shoulder, a bit muffled. "We both know you're smarter than that." His shoulders rise a bit, like a wave cresting and falling as he exhales from his nose in a half-laugh.

"Let's say," he deflects, "one of our drivers dies tomorrow."

“How morbid. Are you talking about my driver?”

“Why would I be talking about your driver? It could be either of us. That’s the point of a hypothetical situation. It’s not likely to happen.”

“You tell me, Mr. Ninety-Seven.” You’re sure he’ll take the compliment, say something about how his total number of wins against you has gone up into the hundreds, but he surprises you with what he says next.

“Don’t pretend like we’re not equals.” When you huff, he exhales, refocusing.

"Let me finish. Let's say one of our drivers dies tomorrow. One of us returns to our crystal. When they're reawakened," he does his best to crane his neck, trying to make eye contact, "we won't remember this. We won't remember us."

"Yeah." It's a fact of life; blades only live as long as their drivers do. They return to the conscious, corporeal plane once they're reawakened. It's something you know, something you'll always know, through this life and the next. You're sure there are countless people, blades and drivers alike, that have been wiped clean from the slate of your memory. "And?"

"Is it so bad," he says, barely audible, like he's trying to convince himself to believe it rather than persuade you into agreeing, "to be so selfish with your present because you'll never remember the past and aren't promised a future?")

You did—

(The next job ends in an ambush from some of the competition.

You're sure the exertion will weigh on you later, but right now, you relish in it. You've long since passed the point of being one with your driver. The ether bond between you causes you both to glow golden with the raw energy being used, and she handles your cannon with ease. They say that it's during battles that the lines that separate driver and blade are the most muddled, and right now, you know it to be true. You’re certain that you two can take on whatever comes, that you’re on top of the world and nothing will take you down.

So you do just that, the cannon's shots of ether echoing into the night, against the rock walls of the cliffs surrounding the valley.

The dust clears. The euphoria of battle begins to seep out of your bones.

Your driver's twin sister—Kuroo's driver—lies broken and bloody on the dry grass.

"No," your driver sobs, her eyes glassy in a way you've never seen in all your months together, "you said it was us against the world." Her voice cracks, "You said-"

"I know what I said." Kuroo's driver has always been the more rational twin, hasn’t she? When she smiles, her teeth and gums are stained red. "I meant it. Still do." Her words are punctuated with a gurgle bringing with it a bubble of blood that pops on her lips. "It always will be. Now run."

"What-"

"Reinforcements are coming!" Yaku shouts, out of breath as he runs in your direction. You're not sure if it's because of exhaustion or because his driver's life force is ebbing away, the ocean itself receding in time for low tide.

"I can't leave you behind," your driver cries, tears running down her cheeks unbidden. Kuroo is fighting them off by himself, a speck barely recognizable in the distance. He's winning, too—for now.

A blade with a driver on their last legs won't last. The realization is heavy as it drops to the pit of your stomach, like a pebble creating ripples in a pond.

"You have to. What's the first thing we learned on the job?"

It's one of the first things you learned about the job, too: when things go south, it’s time to bail out.

You're told to run and not look back.

You and your driver—you're sure it's a trait inherited from her—have never been good listeners.

When you chance a glance behind you, you're just in time to see Kuroo and Yaku's core crystals fall to the ground as their driver takes her last breath.)

You did.

(Life is dull after that. Colors are no longer as vibrant, the excitement that came with each day long gone. You wonder if that excitement was something that came with Kuroo alone.

Gone are the sparring sessions, the late nights spent on watch duty. You know your driver has it worse; she's despondent half the time, enough for the crew to leave her to fend for herself.

"We have enough money," you tell her one afternoon. The coins clink softly as you draw the strings of her purse closed. "Let's buy a place somewhere. I hear Uraya is nice this time of year. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," she replies. The firecracker you’d come to know and love has fizzled out. "I'd like that."

You pretend to not notice the locket she clutches close to her chest when the nightmares get the best of her. When you'd first awakened, Kuroo had been the one to tell you the story behind it: it was the first thing the two of them bought with the money from their first job.

You wonder where Kuroo and Yaku are now, eyes trained on the view of the sky from the window of the inn. You wonder if they've returned to the land of the living.

But thinking like that won't get you anywhere; after all, even if they were, it wouldn't be the Kuroo and Yaku you know.)

His eyes are guarded, entirely without recognition. In the end, he was right. (And you're sure that if Kuroo—your Kuroo, not this Kuroo that stands before you—was still around, this would be yet another victory held over your head. You find it a little annoying that he's still winning, even now.)

In the end, you are the one left with the memories. The weight of them is enough to bring you to your knees, to drag you into the depths with no chance of ever seeing the light again. Every fiber of your body wants to reach out to him, to ask "Don't you remember me?"

But you've had your share of selfishness.

Your driver is waiting for you to return with the groceries. (She's taken to cooking these days. She's no good at it, but the humming you hear from the kitchen on good days makes eating her awful dishes more than worth it.)

You swallow, but it does nothing to get rid of the lump in your throat.

"No," you smile up at him. The edges of it are a bit too strained to be genuine, and he notices. You’ve known him long enough that you can read his tells, the slight narrow of his eyes when he picks up on something poorly concealed. He’s perceptive, as always. You suppose some things never change.

(Your Kuroo knew you. He knew you well enough that the slightest change in mood would tip him off. But then again, that feels like ages and years and lifetimes ago.

Now, you’re just a stranger that’s stopped him in the middle of the street.)

"You don't."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenario #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo scenario #kuroo imagine #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo fic #haikyuu fic #kuroo x you #au:xc2 #i was also not supposed to write this but here we are!!! i actually like it a lot but mayb thats bc its #1) my comfort character kuroo #2) my comfort genre angst #comfort in the second case meaning im most at home writing it LMAO #me: i should diversify my masterlist its not like i dont have fluff wips #me: angst brainrot #anyway im scheduling this bc idk when ppl will be awake and im working in the morning tmrw but!!#two fics in two days .... who is she #hope this shows up in the tags 🕺🏻#its rlly hard to tell but kuroyaku are now kenmas blades ... somehow LMAO #maybe ill talk abt it some more Who Knows #reading this back ... maybe you DO need knowledge of the game #my bad

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aidensm8 · 4 years

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I love all the DR portraits and doodles you did for the sides! Are you planning on drawing anything for like executions for any of the sides? If not could you at least tell us your head cannons on what each side's execution might be should they be found guilty?

Thankies, anon uwu

I am considering it, but maybe I won’t post it since Danganronpa is pretty graphic, sorry. But I will share headcanons because hecc yea, Danganronpa:

(Warning: Danganronpa are brutal)

Emile would go through many popular cartoons and have to play the roles in them. He gradually gets more and more injured as he shifts through roles, and until finally, he reaches ATLA. He stands before who looks like Ozai in Agni-Kai. He knows this scene. He tries to run but is too weak from previous injuries. Ready for Ozai to burn his face, he is instead burnt to a crisp.

Virgil and his closest spider companions are in a dark webbed room. Basically, he knows he is about to be prey to a gigantic venomous spider. They’re trapped in a web but before Virgil is ready to accept his death, a giant duster frees him from the web. He falls to the ground and tries to run but is then trapped in a cup (like how people always do when they try to release a spider back to the wild) but rather than being freed, he suffocates in the cup.

Remy would likely be subject to an imitation of the bouts of insanity and hallucinations one would feel when sleep deprived. He’s told he ‘may’ be freed if he remains awake so he continues drinking coffee. The insanity drives him to drink coffee while it’s still too hot so he’s suffering from burns and insanity. He tries to remain awake but eventually, he reaches a caffeine crash. He collapses and falls asleep. The room begins to flood with the very same coffee Remy had been consuming, and his death is either by drowing or burns

Remus is at a fancy ball, being a duke and all that, and everyone is being all fancy at him. He’s irritated but tries to act fancy too. The people around him begin to degrade him, this eventually becoming physical like people fixing his sash, or making him wear a different shirt, shoes, etc, until finally, he is in a very tight outfit, a corset making him feel suffocated. The people around him demand it to be tighter, Remus tries to lash out, swinging his morning star at the fancies but it’s all for naught when the corset turns out to be like an Iron Maiden, the spikes suddenly pierce through him and he falls.

Patton gets an execution based on moral dilemmas: self-sacrifice or self-preservation? Patton constantly picks self-sacrifice, sacrificing things like his glasses, an arm, a tooth, etc. Finally, he reaches the tram dilemma. The dilemma setting being the one of either push a person on the track to save others or don’t. Patton refuses those choices and jumps forward himself.

Logan would likely be subjected to an Ultimate quiz bee where he gets punished every time he gets a question wrong. The game is like hangman, except instead of hanging, you lose a limb (This means 5 chances: 2 arms, 2 legs, and a head). The game starts fair at first with logical questions but then becomes nonsense like “What did Washington have for breakfast on [random date and time]” so he uses luck to try to get far. He makes it to the end with at least 2 or 3 remaining limbs but then the [insert the Monokuma mascot here] destroys the physical score counter, causing an error in the system and it automatically counts it as Logan losing the game and being executed.

Janus is surrounded by copies of the others. He has to distinguish who the fakes are but they ignore him so he figures he has to use his ability to shift into who he thinks that side would talk to. He gets it right for most of them but when he gets to the Creativitwins, Janus goes back to his true form to talk to Remus but fake Remus attacks him with a morning star. Janus tries to defend from this while dealing with an internal betrayal of how he isn’t among who Remus trusted. He shifts into Patton, hoping fake Roman would save him but his guess is once again wrong and now he’s got both twins against him. The other fakes take notice of this. I’d guess Janus’s execution would be late in the game so suddenly, fakes of those who died (looking like they did after their executions) appear and attack him too. He is haunted and overwhelmed until he is backed into a corner. He figures he’d try to impersonate one more person: Thomas. The fakes slowly calm down but then Janus steps forward, but suddenly feels someone behind him. He turns around and there stands a fake Thomas who deals a fatal blow. He cycles through his forms of the others until finally shifting back to his normal form, which angers the other fakes. They finish him.

Roman, being the mastermind of this AU, would go out with a grand finale. He’d be on stage, a grand finale performance. The crowd would boo at him, he relishes at the despair as though he were a performer getting cheered for. He begins to act out a summary of the events and murders that had occurred throughout the game. The crowd begins throwing fruits, which then escalate to stones, then larger objects like chairs and tables, until the shaking of the objects landing would cause the stage to slowly begin to collapse. Roman, though weak, continues to perform and when he moves to make a final bow, the stage collapses around him. Still alive under the debris, he is left to the mercy of the faux audience. They surround him and the curtains close on the mastermind’s final act.

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5-falsehoods-phonated · 3 years

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In the Snow

A gift fic for @a-ghostlight-for-roman! Feel good snow shenanigans to end this year on a happy note; I hope you like it!

Summary: All they wanted to do was have a simple snowball fight, but they all get a bit more than they bargained for when creativity is thrown in the mix.

Warnings: being buried in snow, minor swearing. If i missed any let me know!

Ships: none

WC: 1117

“Princey, you look absolutely ridiculous.”

Roman huffed angrily from beneath his thick red scarf, flapping his arms that were so wrapped in sweaters and a coat he couldn’t put them down to his sides. With fur lined boots to top it off he looked like he was going to be traveling the harsh mountains in the bitter cold rather than just playing outside in the snow for an hour.

“Mmff Mmmmmff!”

Virgil cocked his head and smirked. “You know what I change my mind- I like this look a lot better now that I know you can’t talk in it.” Not waiting to see the prince’s reaction, Virgil made a beeline for the door, flinging it open and joining the others in the large front lawn.

“Of all the-” Roman had removed his scarf just to spout of his many grievances to Virgil’s uncaring ears when he was cut off with a snowball directly to the mouth. Virgil looked around to see Remus pointing at Janus who cuffed him soundly in the back of the head with a handful of snow, making the darkest faucet squeal and faceplant in the snow, which made absolutely no sense for the side to do but it was Remus so Virgil simply took it in stride and laughed quietly as Roman tried frantically to brush all of the snow away from his face, taking a running leap at his twin who promptly snapped his fingers and jumped backwards.

“Remus kiddo, it's freezing! Put your clothes back on!” Patton called out in exasperation, putting the snow fort he was building with Logan on hold as he turned to make sure the twins wouldn’t be actively hurting each other the moment their back was turned.

“Virgil save me!” Roman was currently running frantically away from a very naked Remus, his face a mask of desperation as he moved as quickly as he was able in the many layers he had decided to put on. Thankfully Jnaus reached forward and managed to lasso Remus around the middle, making Virgil cringe as the other face planted yet again in the snow before trying to burrow underneath it like some sort of demented sandworm.

“How about we play nice for a second and make snow forts like we planned hm? Didn’t you say you wanted to beat Roman at the snowball fight?” Janus’ words finally got Remus to stop wiggling and shook up from the snow, banishing the lasso and snapping a heap of snow bricks into existence. Cackling he caught Janus around the collar and dragged him to the piles, completely distracted as he babled excitedly about laying the foundation. Virgil watched in bemusement as Roman dragged him further away to start their own fort.

“And put your clothes on!” Patton yelled.

Logan sputtered as he was hit square in the face with another snowball, fully tagging him out of the fight as Patton desperately tried to make enough to save their fort. Before he could even try their entire wall exploded in a huge puff of snow, Virgil holding his sides laughing across the yard as a somehow smoking snow cannon retreated back into their fort.

“No fair I can’t make canons!” Patton whined.

“Sucks to be Morality!” Remus helpfully yelled back, standing on Janus’ shoulders and snapping a contraption of his own into existence, Virgil opening his eyes and stilling in fear as he saw what Remus was doing. Roman caught on as well, face going white as he frantically tried to reinforce their wall.

“Boom bitch!” Remus screamed as Virgil dove behind Roman in fear while the giant snow wrecking back barreled towards them at a ridiculous speed, exploding on impact and sending the entire yards worth of snow to pile on top of them.

Remus popped out first, having been forcibly shoved up and out by an incredibly annoyed janus who wiggled out afterward. They watched as Virgil was launched out of the snow pile, landing on his back while he wheezed in gulping breaths, Roman not far behind him faceplanting not unlike how Remus had done earlier as he caught his own breath. Logan and Patton’s heads popped up through the drift not a minute later, Patton puffing out a laugh in spite of himself as Remus sheepishly went over to help pull them out.

“Oops.” He said as a way to apologize.

“Oops? Oops! Remus you almost killed us!” Virgil’s shrill yell rang out over the yard but he was laughing all the same, soaked through to his skin from being buried so deeply.

“This will only be repeated for science you hear me?” Logan jabbed a shivering finger in Remus’ face, the brightness in his eyes saying he was more excited than angry at the moment.

“Sure, nerd.” Remus replied before getting dragged by the collar by Roman who was muttering obscenities under his scarf quietly enough that Patton wouldn’t hear as he headed back to the house, stomping all the way as Remus just continued to laugh. Their wet clothes were replaced easily enough with their softest pajamas once they were actually in the door, after which Remus promptly flung himself onto Janus' back, Janus rolling his eyes and only needing a moment to adjust speaking to how often Remus must do it already. Clapping his hands, Patton headed to the kitchen declaring loudly that he’d get the hot chocolate started, everyone freezing in fear until Logan sighed and nodded, making his way into the kitchen with the fatherly side to make sure he didn’t set the cocoa on fire...again.

Later in the evening, with all the sides curled up in various places around the living room with their mus of hot chocolate and favorite movie playing in the background they all eased back and relaxed fully for the first time in a long while. No screaming matches between them, no blame thrown and whipped back twice as hard, no debates they called their very existence into question. Just all of them simply existing in a space they had built for themselves and kept peaceful for the holidays at least. They weren’t all on the best of terms still, and god only knew what fresh dilemma Thomas would get worked into his head that would need thought and fought over once again to try and make the best out of the situation they found themselves in. But none of it mattered as the coca warmed their hands and let the movie lull them into companionable silence, even Remus managing to sit still for once.

For today at least, they could all come together truly like a family and simply enjoy the company they decided to keep.

#false writes #gift fic #holiday fic #sanders sides #sanders sides fic #virgil sanders #roman sanderss #remus sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #snow fight #tw swearing #tw buried insnow #something short and sweet that i hope youll like as a thank you for supporting my writing and being such a cool friend ^-^#happy holidays❤💚

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She’d said from the start that this was a bad idea.

It was bad enough that Yix and Pachelbel’s first attempts at firing her out of the cannon in an effort to get her into the Flying Fortress had overshot, causing her to land in one of Doomwood’s swamps, but hearing they would have to shoot her out of the cannon three more times to get it right?!

The good news was that the second attempt actually did send her into the Flying Fortress.

The bad news was that she’d landed a bit lower than anticipated, so rather than ending up in the flying eyeballs’ roost, she instead found herself on one of the tower balconies, having landed flat on her face, and staring at the boots of an irate DoomKnight.

“…Would you believe me if I said this was an accident?”

“No,” said Sepulchure flatly.

“Oh,” Luna embedded the tip of one of her daggers in the ground and used it to pull herself up enough that she could actually see Sepulchure, rather than just his feet. “Well that doesn’t make things easier for me.”

“Shame.”

“Yeah, you should be! And I’ll be right with you, but first I’m gonna…” The dizziness from her literal crash landing finally caught up with her and she unceremoniously slumped back onto the floor, unconscious.

Sepulchure tutted as he looked down at the passed out hero, Drakath sidling up from where he had been lurking behind him. “My lord? What should we do with her?”

“She’s no threat to us in this condition…but she can be useful. Remove her weapons, lock her in one of the cells, and alert me when she regains consciousness.”

“Yes my lord,” Drakath bowed, motioning two skeleton minions forwards to grab Luna’s arms and drag her off in the direction of the cells before grabbing her daggers off the floor and following suit. Sepulchure watched the ex-Prince and minions disappear with their new prisoner before striding forwards to stare down at Popsprocket.

Somewhere down there was the Energy Orb, prime for the taking, and his job had just been made much easier with capturing Luna. While he was not permitted to personally extinguish the candle of hope she represented (and there were few of those left; such as the hero, the Blue Mage, the paladin in Doomwood, and then there was the matter of something…new that had recently cropped up in Sunbreeze Grove), he could at least contain her.

He would bring war to Popsprocket and once he claimed all the Orbs, nowhere on Lore would be able to stand against the Darkness.

****

Luna didn’t know exactly how long she was unconscious for, but what she did know was that when she eventually came to, the first thing in her line of sight was bars. “What…? Awwww.” Hauling her aching body up so she was sat on her heels, she examined the shackles clasped around her wrists and ankles with a scowl. “Note to self: do not bring any baked goods to Popsprocket in the near future as revenge. Now how am I going to get out of here? And I still need to attach the Magic Eye to a flying eyeball so we can find out what Sepulchure’s plans are…”

Glaring at the bars of the cell as if that would magically make them disappear (hey, weirder things had happened in Lore, usually when Cysero was involved), she eventually sighed and called out on the off-chance someone would hear her. “Hello? Can you come and set me free and give me my weapons back? I promise I won’t tell Artix where you are if you do!” Despite her very persuasive argument, nobody came to release her and so Luna huffed another sigh and went back to examining the shackles. “I could get free of these, but I really need my weapons to do so. Damn you Sepulchure, why did you have to be so thorough…?”

From outside there was a sudden clatter followed by muffled curses. “Oh for… Who just leaves weapons lying around?!”

How fortuitous (ooh, big words Luna very nice). “Hello? I think those may be mine!”

The door creaked open and a woman who looked to be in her early twenties with short black hair poked her head round. “Well why did you…oh god, I don’t get paid enough to deal with this.”

“Yeah, I was trying to get into the flying eye roosts,” Luna admitted sheepishly. “But Yix and Pachelbel mustn’t have gotten the angle quite right on the cannon because Sepulchure caught me.”

“You got shot out of a cannon?” the woman raised her eyebrow incredulously.

“I did say it was a bad idea!” Luna protested. “But while you’re here, any chance you could help me get out?”

The woman pulled a face. “That’s not really my style…but then again, it would really piss off Doomy McDoomface which is my style… So let’s compromise.” Tossing one of Luna’s daggers in her hand, she angled it and threw it towards the hero. The weapon slid through the bars and came to rest by her feet.

“Thanks!” Luna picked it up, adjusted her grip on it and began using the blade to pick the locks on the shackles. “Good thing I’ve had a lot of experience picking locks! Now I need to get out of this cell and find my way to the flying eye roosts.” The shackles eventually fell away from her wrists and ankles and she began working on the lock on the cell door. “So I know we’ve only just met, but you know what they say; the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Any chance you know how to get to the roosts at the top of the castle without being spotted? It’ll really annoy Sepulchure.”

“Well when you put it like that…” the woman smirked. “Sure, why not. I know my way around this place.”

“Thanks again!” Luna grinned as the lock gave a click and pushed the door open. “I have a serious bone to pick – no pun intended – with Sepulchure, but fighting him is not really a viable option…”

“So rob him.”

“Pardon?!”

“Doesn’t have to be anything big,” the woman shrugged as she led Luna out of the dungeon. “The guy’s got loads of rugs and banners and stuff that he won’t even notice are gone, but it gives you the feeling of satisfaction.”

“I…” Luna bit her lip, bending down to collect her weapons that had very kindly been left just outside the door. “Usually my morals would be against it, but this is Sepulchure we’re talking about… Is that why you’re here? To rob him, I mean.”

“Nah,” the woman waved her hand dismissively. “I came here to grab something that I accidentally left behind when I bailed from this place.”

“So you haven’t robbed him?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that,” the woman bared her slightly pointed teeth in a grin. “Got all your weapons? Ready for some sneaking?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be for sneaking around my arch enemy’s lair,” Luna grinned, slotting the last of her knives into place. “So obviously we want to avoid Sepulchure at all costs, and preferably his undead minions, although a lot of them will be down in Popsprocket. Drakath I can take in a fight. Also we need to be careful that the dracolich, Fluffy, doesn’t spot us.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

“Why not?” Luna frowned as the two of them set off, the woman leading her through the corridors. “A dracolich has the same senses as a dragon, even though they’re undead, and Fluffy is kinda evil so…”

“Uh, rude,” the woman scowled. “Kinda evil? I’m helping you get out of here, aren’t I?”

“Wait…” Luna stopped in her tracks and stared at the other woman. “You’re Fluffy?”

“I would say ‘in the flesh’,” Fluffy smirked. “But I’m a dracolich so that doesn’t really work.”

Luna’s jaw hung open for several moments and she blinked several times before she could finally produce words again. “You’re Fluffy! The dragon prophesied to save the world! Shadow’s twin!”

“Hang on,” Fluffy’s eyebrow rose. “So that would make you his Bonded human, aka the Hero of Falconreach.” Her smirk widened. “This is really gonna piss off His Lordship.” She gave a cackle as the two of them set off again. “Speaking of my twin brother though, do you know what time he hatched?”

“Uh no, not exactly. Why?”

“Damn, I was hoping for confirmation that I was the older twin. That’s what I’ve been telling the others at least, even though Shadow and I have only properly met once.”

“Yeah…back on Sho’Nuff,” Luna scowled and pointed at Fluffy. “You beat us in a fight!”

“What can I say; I’m awesome,” the dracolich grinned. “But apparently the World Saviour and World Destroyer have to be kept apart. At least that’s the tradition.”

“That’s…sad,” Luna frowned. “It can’t have been fun growing up in a place like this.”

“Oh it wasn’t,” Fluffy replied cheerfully. “It was ridiculously boring. That’s why I left.”

Luna opened her mouth to reply when Fluffy grabbed her and pulled her into a nearby alcove as a trio of undead walked past.

“Are they on patrol?” Luna whispered.

“Possibly, or they’re going to check on what they think is their prisoner,” Fluffy replied quietly. “We’ll need to move quicker.”

Luna nodded and once the undead had passed completely out of sight, the two of them darted out of the alcove and up several more corridors, every so often having to hide when undead soldiers looked to be heading their way (although as Luna suspected, it seemed the majority of them were awaiting deployment to Popsprocket; even more reason why they needed to find out what Sepulchure was planning), until Fluffy brought them to a sudden halt.

“Everything alright?” Luna asked anxiously, readying her daggers.

“Remember what I said about the rugs?” Fluffy answered, indicating the floor. There were no less than six rugs, all displaying the helm of the DoomKnights, with numerous banners with the same insignia along the walls.

“He has so many!” Luna rolled her eyes. “You know what? You were right.”

“I often am.”

“This is revenge for locking me up!” Luna declared, grabbing the nearest rug and rolling it up so she could put it in her backpack (hey, if it could fit all her weapons in it, it could definitely fit a rug). “Take that Sepulchure! You may not notice it’s gone, but I’m putting this is my house as a reminder! This feels good!”

“Told ya,” Fluffy smirked. “And we’re not too far from the flying eye roosts.”

“Thanks Fluffy,” Luna replied as the two set off again. “This may have been unexpected, but I am grateful that you helped me.”

“I’m nice like that. Plus the roosts give a good vantage point for me to take off without being spotted.”

“Same here. Yix and Pachelbel gave me a parachute so I could get out safely. Where will you go after this?”

“Back to our lair. The other nine are waiting for me.”

“That’s nice that you have company.”

“We dragons can be surprisingly social,” Fluffy replied, pushing open a door as a ripple of wind ruffled Luna’s curls, indicating that it lead to the outside roosts. “Although usually only with our kind or their Bonded humans.”

“That’s good to hear,” Luna grinned as they made their way out of the corridor. “I do love spending time with Shadow after all, even if he does try and eat the things I’m baking…ah.” She gave a wry grin at the sight of the flying eyeballs hovering in front of them. “Guess I have to fight my way through. It was always going to be too good to be true.”

“Least it’s where you wanted to be, rather than in there.”

“That’s true,” Luna conceded before charging forwards, her natural speed giving her the advantage of quickly dispatching the flying eyeballs with her daggers, with Fluffy following behind her, before skidding to a halt as a truly massive one flapped into view, accompanied by two smaller ones. “Holy mother of eyeballs!”

“What the hell have they been feeding these things?!” Fluffy’s eyebrow shot up.

“Well whatever their diet, it won’t be enough to stop me!” Luna declared, charging forwards and sure enough, the three flying eyeballs were soon lying motionless on the floor. Luna grinned at Fluffy, who responded with her trademark smirk, and rounded the corner where rows of flying eyeballs rested in nests.

“Looks like we lucked out, none of the others woke up,” Luna removed her backpack and quietly rummaged around in it until she came across the contraption Yix had given her. “Now all I have to do is slip this onto one of these guys…and…voila!”

“Uh…” Fluffy blinked several times at the huge ovular camera type device that Luna had attached to one of the sleeping eyes.

“This?” the hero protested. “This is the greatly reduced in size ‘MICRO-magic eye’?” Groaning, she massaged her temples. “Well, too late to complain now. I'm sure that no one will notice.”

“One can only hope,” Fluffy replied dryly.

“Yeah…we’d both better get out of here before we get spotted or one of these eyes wake up.” Luna rubbed the back of her neck as she made her way to the railing and looked down over it.

“Agreed,” Fluffy stretched. “It was an interesting scenario to meet you in, Hero of Falconreach. Tell ‘Nelda I say hi.”

“Oh, uh, sure thing,” Luna lifted her hand in farewell before taking a deep breath. “Well, time to see if gnomish parachutes work better than their cannons do.”

“You let me know how it goes,” Fluffy smirked, leaping off the railing as two skeletal wings shimmered into being behind her and gave a powerful beat, sending her soaring through the air.

Below the Flying Fortress came an answering wail. “THEY DON’T WORK ANY BETTER!”

****

“We had her, Drakath!” Sepulchure snarled as he stalked down the corridors, Drakath scurrying behind him. “We had her locked up and she still managed to escape!”

“I’m so sorry, my lord!” Drakath grovelled. “The minions must have forgotten to lock the door, or the hero had a hidden weapon on her, or she was helped, or –!”

“That last suggestion is impossible,” Sepulchure snapped. “But it matters not. While keeping Luna here would have ensured our plans could be carried out without her interference, and she would have made a valuable hostage if needed, things can still proceed as intended. The hero was not a major concern before we captured her, and she’s not a major concern now she’s escaped.”

“No, my lord.”

“Have the fortress searched regardless, to see that she didn’t leave anything behind.”

“Yes my lord,” Drakath bowed and scuttled away.

Sepulchure watched him go and heaved an irritated sigh. Drakath was an annoyance, even more so than Luna, but he had his uses, such as his ranking among the Darkwolf Bandits that could be used to persuade them to attack Oaklore Keep, keeping the Knights busy and depriving Popsprocket of allies. Besides, the ex-Prince was far too terrified of Sepulchure to even consider betraying him. While Drakath was conducting his search, he could retire to his throne room or one of the balconies and plot his next move but while he was here…

Sepulchure highly doubted that Luna would have left anything in the treasury – she didn’t know where it was and there should have been no way for her to get in, but who knew what kind of tech the gnomes had equipped her with – so there was no harm in checking. A concentrated blast of Darkness sent the stone door, disguised as part of the wall, shuddering open and Sepulchure stepped through only to stop dead in his tracks at a horrifically familiar sight. Luna had not left anything in the treasury.

In fact, there was nothing in there at all.

The resulting howl of rage could be heard all over Greenguard.

#dragonfable #luna #sepulchure #drakath #fluffy #this took longer than expected #oops #hope you enjoy ^.^#also i cannot think of titles #this is saved as 'get in loser we're robbing seppy'#my ocs #my writing

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