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ikkosu · 2 months

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PROWL HEADCANNONS

a/n: prowl on 'how he'd fall for you' headcannons because I’m bored and I love this war criminal to bits. (human gn.reader btw) warnings : just me rambling about prowl. might make part two of this idk.

I feel like prowl wouldn’t be the type to seek out someone; the only reason he’ll fall in love with you ( or in his case, have an illogical, spur of the moment, chemical reaction) is because you’ve been working him long enough to understand how his mind works

you’re gonna have to be the calm type, smart enough to know he’s off his rockers — since you’re going to have to tolerate him, anyway

or dumb enoug you don’t know wtf’s going on half of the time and just,,,supports what he does — he keeps you around for that

either ways, you're only there because the high council needs someone to keep tabs on prowl. in case he gets bored and decides to scheme another conspiracy to overthrow the government

(an exaggerated bias, as he'd say)

dumb is like his emotional support golden retriever, and calm is also the same, except less rowdy and just stares into his soul when he fucks up. But he stares back though and you're not one to give up either (in the end he does)

(Trope dynamics of loud dumb x smart and internally seething calm x smart is what I’m thinking lol)

calm would be someone in the science field or in the medical field, sassy, knows a lot (because if you’re going to lose your shit, it’s likely you’re never going to win an argument against him so = logical sympathetic + done w/ his shit + I stick around bc I care )

and for dumb loud would be someone in his profession, like buddy buddy cop + someone that just tags along because, hey, you like pissing him off

‘in both cases, if he falls for you it’s either because (for internally seething calm) you’ve managed to sooth him down from another temper tantrum or understand how he feels, in a way.

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it’s not his usual tantrum, he’s a lot more emotional today and you’re incredibly concerned. this is prowl of all people! what’s got him so worked up? he's the least logical when he thinks someone's about to betray him

you notice the whispers as you saunter along the halls, everyone passing their remarks about the earlier supposed argument between the autobot SIC and his commander

brother was going off on the walls of his office when you slip in, punching holes, flipping tables — lotsa tables — and datapads were strewn across the floor, stylus pens cluttering about. it’s a barren hell hole. more barren than clemency combined

all this you’re not so interested in, it’s a normal thing, a three to four stage process : you’ll listen as he rants. you’ll nod and slowly, not so subtly in his peripheral, coax him to sit on the couch as you fix up the place.

"His perception of justice is too idealistic!" He chuffs and you'd reply “Oh? Optimus is not taking your advice again? I thought he’s a lot more understanding…”

something like that

today, however,

The moment you slinked inside the room, swiftly locking the door, you're greeted with his back is turned, helm hunching over his taut shoulders

your gaze swivelled from the upturned tables to the mess around and it's only then you notice energon plinking down to the puddle on the floor then energon seeping from the crevices of his fist.

Your eyes find the similar smear on the wall, then to the glass shards of a fractured cup on the floor, glinting

he’s bleeding

your medical instincts take reign, voice soft with concern.

“prowl—“

“don’t touch me.” He reels away.

His vents are shuddering, a staticky sporadic bursts of chuffs. He’s not breathing well, much too fueled by his own anger, his optics dart around the place, unable to focus, jittery and restless.

he paces around the room, servos unable to still

you know that hopeless feeling. The desire to do something , anything, but rooted at the inability to do so purges all instincts

you inch closer, palms up placatingly, treading on a light rake of glass. “It’s alright. Breathe. think about your three senses—"

“I said don’t touch me.’’ his voice is louder, more defensive, the kind you see a lot given you're his partner and the fact not all his propositions weren't taken so well. you can guess that's what happened today, or an altercation he's taken a lot too personally.

"I won't. I just want to see your wound."

"Its nothing. I said leave." his door wings flare up, a prey cornered with no where to go, lashing out as its last primal instinct to survive

pity spools into your chest

"it's alright, prowl. It's just me." you're halfway close and he backs up against the wall. "Let's talk like we always do, hm? Talk to let out some steam. Talk about what happened this morning or we can talk about something else."

"you don't understand." his voice wavers off a little, still having that tinge of sharpness yet it's loosing it's edge. his optics fail to meet yours. It's lodged to your feet. somewhere there. he's never been this vulnerable

"I won't have to understand." You say, and your hand curls experimentally over his own, testing to see if he'd lash out

When he didn't you intertwine you hands with his, easing down the stress of his knuckles. "You don't have to tell me anything. Just let me see your hands. I'll leave after once I fix everything up."

A moment — a beat; he relents.

Or more accurately, he's reeled silent as you tow him to the couch, clutching an ivory medical kit in the other hand.

With his servos on your knee, you work delicately, picking the fractured shards from the crevices of his digits that were lodged deep into the cords

His expression doesn't betray much pain plaguing his face with the usual pinched, dour look as he gazes outside the window. Though, he tenses up when you'd come across a deeper wound

then something hard on your shoulder startled you. You blink when you feel the crook of his nose nestle your shoulder blades. he's never been this affectionate and while you prefer to assault him with all kinds of question, you chose not to

It's like handling a startled cat; you're afraid of overwhelming him in case he'd draw back again. So you follow along, leaning a bit back so he's neck is comfortable with the bend.

The white bandages were purged a purple mauve when you roll the fabric around his digits, tying the loose ends with a dainty little bow.

You fix up the kit, his head still on your shoulder and you were about to leave when something grasps your sleeves. It's a tight clutch, digits curling around the fabric.

Prowl's now staring at the ground, any emotion on his face is imperceptible. Later punctuated by a remark, soft yet demanding, he uttered :

"stay."

#prowl x reader #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw prowl #prowl #prowl idw x reader #idw prowl x reader #mtmte prowl

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alieinthemorning · 5 months

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Lost Connection [Grim | Casper]

Content: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Character Death, Ending One: Untrustworthy Spoilers, Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days Spoilers, POV Second Person, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries

Establishing the connection was fine (despite the prolonged eye contact that made you squirm).

Creating the bridge for him to cross was fine as well (you wouldn't say imaging a bridge is all that difficult).

The issue was after he crossed. Not only did the sudden intrusion of another soul make you jolt, but the chill of his soul made your own warm one bristle.

You tried to stay quiet as his soul poke, prodded and examined your own, but something in your gut began to twist.

"Please...stop..." You whispered as you dug your fingernails dug into your palms. "It...hurts..."

He called your name. Usually that would sooth you, ground you, but now it only seemed to rile the growing fire in you even more.

Your brows furrowed, as sweat began to gather on your forehead, "I...I can't..."

"Then calm down! I will leave, but you need to calm down first!" His voice sounded underwater. "If you don't stop, you'll be dead before I can leave!"

"Please..." You squeezed your eyes tighter, a few tears slipping free.

"Sunshine!"

And then you slipped from your chair, falling harshly against the floor.

Sweat and tears mixed as the intense heat consumed you.

Plink, plink, plink

You opened your eyes, head lolling to the side.

There were small shards of crystals on your floor.

You brought a hand up to your face.

There were crystal growing out the side of your hand.

You hummed. "So this is what nonexistence is...I thought I'd just fade away..."

Not all this, the pain and the beauty.

And yet, despite your current situation, you could only think about him.

"Grim, I'm sorry."

He gasped, as his consciousness was forced back into his body.

"Shit, shit, shit!" He leapt from his chair, teleporting from his bedroom to the waypoint closest to your apartment. "Fuck!"

His feet pounded against the asphalt, the harsh sound echoing against the buildings of the silent streets. His heart thumped wildly in his chest as his vision began to darken at the edges.

It was already beginning...

He had to get to you faster.

He quickly dropped into a crouch, building the strength of his legs and leaping into the air. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, willing himself to go faster and faster.

Until he stood across from your building. He eyed your window, breathing a small sigh of relief as he realized your window was slightly opened.

"Kmysuin..." He whispered as the glamour washed over him. Now to the mortals he was just a lone raven roaming the skies. Then he stepped from the rooftop, his foot connecting with solid air.

His heart was in his throat now, but he couldn't hesitate. He had to do something. Despite the facts, you were an anomaly. So maybe, just maybe, he could do something to save you.

He pulled the window open more, and stepped in.

You were on the floor, propped up against the side of your bed.

He blinked.

You smiled.

"...hi, grim..."

You were crystallizing.

He dropped beside you, pulling his legs up to his chest.

"sorry...about this..." Your head dropped onto his shoulder.

He reached out for your rapidly crystallizing hand. You weren't a warm sunbeam anymore. Now you were the sun itself. Through your connected hands, he could feel your soul as it pulsed rapidly within you.

Fighting to for your existence.

"...i didn't mean..." You paused for a moment, then gripping his hand tighter before continuing, "can i tell you...a secret, grim?"

He nodded.

"...i love you...grim"

He sniffed, finally turning to face you. "I love you too." And with those four words, his tears finally ran free. "I have a secret for you too. My actual name is Casper."

Despite the crystal encasing your face, you smiled widely. "i love you, cas—"

And then you were gone. Your body, that was fully crystallized, began to disappear into beautiful sparks of dust.

He gripped your hand harder.

Until you were finally no more.

And he was left with nothing,

He opened his hand.

But a shard of you.

"I'm so sorry, Sunshine."

No one should be surprised that the next thing I posted was angst. Truly off brand that I didn't post angst first, but I did get the 3rd ending first.

And now I've gotten the 1st!

The devs called it a mini bad ending, ha, well now I've gotten my hands on it :)

Can't wait till I get the actual bad ending :)

Small notes: I am a KH fan through and through lmao, and second, if you know what the language is for the glamour spell, you're cool :)

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#alie ficlets #a date with death x reader #a date with death grim x reader #a date with death casper x reader #grim x reader #casper x reader #a date with death vn #cw: character death

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thepinklink · 5 days

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I want to make a Linked Universe jacket so I can wear it out in public and hopefully meet fellow fanatics

#it would be so cool #plink rambles

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lorei-writes · 9 days

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Behind the Scenes: My Dear Rag Doll & I, Your Rag Doll

As per usual, I am experiencing a bit of a "project completion" blues, this time brought by none other than Esther & Chev. Which means it's a good time to ramble a little bit about details and such <3

Contents:

Cart,

Investigation,

Nightingales,

Defilement,

References between works from within the OCverse.

Cart

The tea cart rattled all too loudly as Esther pushed it down the hallway, silver spoons plinking against porcelain cups, wicker baskets filled to the very brim with pastries shaking at the thought of overcoming yet another carpet bump.

~ I, Your Rag Doll

The door to the foreign affair’s faction office cracked open with a knock, a silver tea cart merrily rattling inside, assisted by the metallic cackle of a chatelaine.

~ My Dear Rag Doll

The cart scene is an example of the perspectives differing between the stories. Esther is at work. She's thin and rather lithe, and she has to push this card along. The carpet bumps need to be "overcome", it is not as easy as just pushing it along. It seems tiresome. It is loud. It is unpleasant.

Chevalier, however? He hears the rattle, but it is a merry, joyous, sound. They are not yet together, yet he expects her to come. Perhaps he is unaware of it himself, yet they've formed a habit and at least a part of him registers that ritual as something of positive value.

Investigation

Chevalier stood up. He let his gaze sweep over the room again, although he did not think it likely that he had omitted anything. The dim light of the garden lanterns seeped inside, curtains stationed by the windows permitting its passage rather indifferently. Yet to be drawn shut for the night – or was it a “still” instead? – they billowed lightly with each gust, the sweetly bloody scent lifting from the ground…

~ My Dear Rag Doll

Chevalier is analytical. He is observant. He takes in the broader scene, concludes things based on present data... And what data does he have at hand there, in that room? How does he know it was not her blood? And why is it relevant later?

Blood of a healthy person takes between 5 and 15 minutes to coagulate. The mark on the carpet is yet to set. Meanwhile, the room is in a terrible shape -- it couldn't have got this way soundlessly. Given the fact that Chevalier has walked through the corridor and has not thought of any steps he could potentially hear otherwise, nor has he heard anything... It is unlikely for it to have happened within the last 5 minutes.

The curtains are the key. They hang by the windows, rather undisturbed. If Esther was in the room after the dark, she would likely draw them shut for the night. Why are they open then? She must have left them that way. If she was abducted then... Then it would have to happen before sundown. The bloody mark would then be set, however, regardless of who might have produced it.

In other words: Esther hasn't drawn the curtains yet. She wasn't in the room when it was searched. The blood is not hers.

Nightingales

Nightingales are something of an ongoing theme within both stories. They're the symbol of an upcoming spring, joy, the connection with God... love. Within the Slavic world, that largely inspired Amber, one can find the belief that the song of a nightingale is a sign one shall soon find their second half or will otherwise experience a bout of good fortune in the matters of the heart.

Solitary composers, nightingales are chased out of the royal gardens. On the surface level, it is just an act of controlling the wildlife population, discarding that which may turn inconvenient.

If he could fly… Ha. Ridiculous. Self-serving and unrealistic, so very ironic after decades of chasing the nightingales out.

~ My Dear Rag Doll

However, when the figurative layer is added, it becomes an act of a deeper meaning -- of discarding emotion, continuously chasing out any affection, of not allowing oneself to even yearn. How can he hope for something after years of turning it away?

Chevalier sees only nightingales. For Esther, the air is filled with blackbirds, titmice, dark ominous crows and other birds. He? He reads romance novels. It is utterly irrelevant, yet he cannot filter that bit of the information out of his perception -- it makes it through, but only it. The other birds are irrelevant. And she? Esther was raised in a village. To recognise multiple birds at once is a second nature to her. She's not bound by the nightingales.

Additionally, nightingales are relevant in Lost Nightingale as well.

She was the trill of nightingales, the hard thudding of her heart chirping him a promise, assuring him that she’d stay.

~ Lost Nightingale

Esther is his song of love (and as such, her being hesitant, letting her feelings fester there, was a threat).

Defilement

Hair was stuck to her face when Esther found him. It was brownish red, just as her clothes, and utterly soaked. Vivid where still wet, it marked her pale eyelashes, brows, clung to her bruised neck and slipped behind her collar. She was painted whole, entirely in his colours, defiled down to her fingertips. He had done that. He —

~ My Dear Rag Doll

Chevalier does not move towards her. He is the one to defile her, to paint her fully in her colours. What he expects is scorn and fear, he expects to be pushed away. In his mind, he only deserves that.

And it doesn't occur to him that...

Esther clawed into the gardener’s forearms, her knees slamming into his back with each desperate kick of hers. Warm blood clung to her fingertips, moist and sticky rather than slick.

~ I, Your Rag Doll

... she herself has fought and the blood she's bathed in is not fully his fault. That she would have bloodied her hands too if it meant being saved. That this is not the death she'd be content with.

As it likely will come back in On Loving a Sinner, Chevalier believes himself to have baptised Esther with blood. It doesn't occur to him that he can be anything other than terrifying or destructive, that she can be grateful for what he has done. He takes the whole blame on himself.

References between works from within OCverse

*- or other OCverse elements

In that moment, for but a single precious breath, Rhodolitian roses replaced her lilac.

~ I, Your Rag Doll

Esther's favourite flower is lilac. It reminds her of home, as several of those grew by her house. She's always looked forward to seeing them bloom.

She did not dare check whether he was even awake, whether he was even real, the warmth of his embrace returning her to a place between places.

~ I, Your Rag Doll

Very loosely connected to Needless Need, that takes place at the same time of the day. It mirrors the situation to an extent, although in a much calmer context -- Chevalier returns home to see Esther sleeping in his bed. They do end up cuddled together (and with Bambi there too).

His lips found hers for a brief kiss, rougher than intended – although, perhaps that was the nature of a beast. Insistent on suppressing it, even if just for a night, Chevalier carried his caresses over to her jaw, neck… neck… “Neck?” he asked, unable to rid himself of the feeling that if he wanted to, he could bite into it and she would not be able to fight him back. “Just no hands.” Teeth were fine.

~ Prayers (smut)

Chevalier asks for permission to touch he neck specifically because he remembers her being strangled. He wants to be gentle with her during their first time. He wants to treat her right (or in a way that he imagines to be right), to be considerate of her.

Esther took a step forward, dismissed the imaginary hands that coiled around her neck, banished the frost, set her eyes on the mansion, and… It was only the burning in what little space was left of her throat that reminded her of what she felt. Esther smiled, as if per Clavis’ command.

~ Roots of Deception, Chapter I: Mendacium

The incident did affect Esther long-term and is the cause of her reaction here.

“Understood.” Esther turned on her heel and took a step towards the door, her hand already resting on the knob. “Is Bambi not with you?” She looked over her shoulder. “He was tired, so I left him in my room.” Something flickered over Chevalier’s face, gone almost before it appeared. “The last –“ “I remember,” Esther interrupted, her fingers pressed against her throat. Her lungs felt tight, but even so, they still breathed. Despite or through her hesitation, she pushed the door open, Chevalier striding towards her. “Oh?” She did not stop, not for a moment. “The last meeting has been delayed.”

~ Roots of Deception, Chapter II: Aqua

The last time Esther was all by herself she nearly died. She thinks this is what Chevalier is referencing, given that he asked about Bambi, her guard dog. He, however, deflects it.

But does it mean she was incorrect? He does walk her to her room, in the end.

Other:

Reading My Dear Rag Doll before I, Your Rag Doll is advised, as then the foreshadowing becomes more apparent. The reader is supposed to know that Roux is the supposed attacker.

Chevalier needs to carry Esther's limp body back to his room*. Why there? He's seen the blood start to coagulate over her face. The person who broke into her room is yet to be captured, therefore, he cannot allow her to be left without supervision.

*- that will be later referenced when Esther's condition becomes worse.

Chevalier borrows three of Clavis' maids so that they can wash Esther. She is unaware of the fact, but no, he has not seen her completely naked then. He has, however, tended to her injuries.

The Croix merchants deal in powder, although technically it is still in form of fireworks. What is their exact connection to Roux is unclear, however, as mentioned in the Q&A, there being one is rather obvious... The only question is which nobles could be involved... and whether the case of Lady Lavigne is not a continuation of what was started here. (It was.)

#behind the scenes #ikepri oc #ikemen prince oc #ikepri esther

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lilypadlys · 5 months

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Domestic December Day 5 - Admiring them all dressed up

It’s time for the annual Yule celebrations and everyone is dressing to impress.

Notes: Prompt list by comp-lady. See prompt list here

Fancy ghouls below the cut or on AO3

The ministry’s Yule celebrations are in full swing. Everyone from the siblings of sin, ghouls, upper clergy members, and current and former Papas are dressed to the nines and gathered in the ballrooms, making merry.

Everyone is dancing. Mountain is guiding Aurora though an elegant waltz. They’re fluid; moving as one despite their drastic height difference. Swiss and Sunshine are managing to swing dance even to the slow tempo of the music being played. Rain is trying his best to teach Phantom how to waltz and it’s going considerably better than either of them expected, Phantom only stepping on Rain’s feet or tripping a few times. Even Dew is dancing, letting Aether lead him around the floor.

In fact, the only one not partnered up is Cirrus. Cumulus said she was still getting ready, so for the meantime Cirrus joins Zephyr at the piano bench. The two of them play and chat.

“Enjoying the night so far?” Zephyr asks as they plink out the low notes.

“Yeah.” Cirrus smiles, tapping out a merry chord on the higher keys. “You?”

“Oh definitely. Plus,” They grin conspiratorially. “Omega promised me a dance later.”

“Ooh. Good luck pulling him away from Terzo.” She laughs.

“I’m not worried.” They huff. “Papa will get distracted by this or that pretty sibling and I’ll have Omega to myself for a bit. And what about you? Any hot dates tonight?”

“Hmm. Well I’m just waiting for the right opportunity.”

It’s Zephyr’s turn to laugh. “Well don’t wait too long, the night won’t last forever.”

“Oh!” Cirrus sees the doors slide open and a gorgeous figure slip in. “That's my cue.”

Zephyr follows her line of sight and smiles. “Ah I see.” They grin and make a shooing motion. “Well off with you then. Don’t let me keep you. Have fun!”

“Thanks Zeph. Have fun with Mega.” Cirrus stands and Zephyr slides to the middle of the bench and starts up a jaunty version of Jingle Bells.

Cirrus smooths out her dress shirt, fussing over nonexistent wrinkles, before strutting towards the door. She stops about halfway there, right before the small crowd that’s formed to admire the latest arrival. She can see Sunshine and Aurora at the center, cooing over Cumulus.

“Hello Love.” Cirrus calls. “Been waiting for you.”

Cumulus meets her eyes and smirks. “Well Darling. You know it’s better to be fashionably late.”

With that, Aurora and Sunshine step to the side, revealing Cumulus in full glory. She’s clad in a slinky royal blue velvet number that frames her cleavage and hugs her curves. The skirt brushes the carpet but a high slit reveals her fishnets and Black stiletto clad heels. Her fluffy white hair cascades over her shoulders like clouds over a blue sky. Cirrus smiles as she realizes they accidentally coordinated their outfits; Cirrus deep blue shirt and black dress pants matching Cumulus' fit.

They both embrace with a kiss. As they pull away, Cirrus whisper’s in her mate’s ear, “You look ravishing tonight.”

“And I would say the same about you my dear.” Cumulus returns.

“Would you do me the honor of a dance?”

“I should like nothing more.”

Hand in hand, they take the dance floor.

Side Note: Although I only really described Cir and Lus’ looks, the sewing and fashion nerd in me is having a field day imagining everyone else’s outfits. Here’s my rambles about the fits.

Aurora: Big twirly knee length skirt, sweetheart neckline, and poofy cap sleeves. Pastel iridescent tulle across the whole thing so she looks like a walking rainbow. Big bow tied in the back. Shoes painted white and decorated with cotton balls to look like clouds (She made her shoes herself).

Mountain: Dark brown pants that almost look black. Deep evergreen shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, showing off all his plant tattoos. He let Aurora put rainbow tinsel on his horns. (He’s like a big christmas tree)

Sunshine: Pastel yellow A-line with flowy mid upper arm sleeves. White lace ribbon at the waist. White mary janes with short yellow crew socks that have a matching lace trim. Lacy ribbons in her hair.

Swiss: Pastel yellow shirt to match Sunny’s dress. White pants and white suspenders. Gold beads in his braids and gold hoop earrings.

Phantom: Black pants and violet button up. Black tie. His cufflinks and tie pin are little bats.

Rain: Grey vest and dress pants with a seafoam green (darker not pastel) shirt that matches his eyes. Let Aurora curl his hair so it’s even wavier and fluffier than usual.

Dewdrop: Garnet red button up and black dress pants. Gold hoop earrings and tail piercings. Hair down but with a couple accent braids that Aether and Rain both put there.

Aether: Royal purple button up. Black pants and black suspenders. Gold hoop earring in his left ear and a couple gold rings on his hands.

Zephyr: Navy blue suit. Only one who’s actually wearing a suit jacket (but you know that thing is going flying when Omega gets his hands on Zeph). White shirt and blue vest underneath.

#the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus/cumulus #domestic december 2023 #lys writes

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mushroom-for-art · 6 months

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Drabble of Imp and @phlurrii 's Circe because they have me in a choke hold I love them very much (I hope I do Circe justice I know we haven't had her long lmao)

Moonlight shone through branches and leaves as the stars shone brightly in the night sky, it was calm, still, a subtle warmth hung in the air. Despite the comforts of the warmth and the illuminating moon the expecting mewtwo remained vigilant even as her eyes grew most heavy. She blinked slowly and heavily struggling to open her eyes up squinting as she watched the mouth of the cave she had taken to nesting inside. The bed of leaves and different assorted collected fluff was soft and cushioning under her body as she lay on her side propped up on one arm the other wrapped around the egg that was most sacred to her, her body curling protectively.

Her eyes opened wide as she became faintly aware of a presence growing closer the faint rustle of foliage that grew up the path heading to the cave entrance as they drew closer, the faint plink of a pebble falling and bouncing off of other rocks on the way down. The mewtwo moved her body carefully to cover and hide the egg the best she could as a low warning growl started to grow in the back of her throat growing deeper and louder as the presence grew closer lips curling back to reveal teeth as her growling became bordering that of a snarl in warning for whatever was coming closer to go away. Now.

Moonlight caught and reflected upon the dazzling greens decorating the other mewtwos body as they came into view, her brow raised confidently as she looked down at the other from where she stood floating just a few inches off the ground.

"Oh? So that's how it is now, you're snarling at me?" Despite the slight accusatory tone her voice came off quite easy and confident, expression turning into a smile as the other quickly stopped her threatening vocalisations looking quite startled.

"Oh arceus," she exhaled moving to slowly lie back on her side though still keeping her egg close, "Circe I'm sorry I didn't realise it was you, I just, heard noises and-" she sighed again looking at Circe apologetically, eye bags clearly visible in her exhausted face, "I'm sorry."

The shiny individual known as Circe made a dismissive sound of a laugh waving off a hand as she floated closer bringing over some materials held in a casual psychic hold casually adding them to the nest, they looked like human items, "stress isn't good for the baby Imp," Circe pressed a finger against the tip of Imps defined snout causing it to squish slightly as Imp made a noise of protest.

Laughing softly she moved her finger instead cupping the side of the other twos face turning her head slightly this way and that, " and neither is not sleeping, no wonder you're snarling at shadows you look exhausted." Imp made a grumble of sorts, didn't deny but avoiding eye contact. Circe made a gentle exhale of a scoff, moving her other hand to squish Imps face before pressing her forehead against the others, "nothing is going to happen to the egg," Circe felt Imp exhale in exhaustion and uncertainty.

When Imp moved her head away Circes hands gently fell away, "but what if something does happen?" Imps hand rested on the egg anxiously thumb stroking over the shell, "egg thieves human or just scavengers looking for an easy meal, what if they get cold and don't incubate properly or too hot and perish?" Circes head tilted a little but she let Imp finish rambling as she rattled off increasingly less plausible what ifs.

"And what if, everything goes perfectly fine and nothing bad happens?" Circes tone was gentle but confident, "come on do you really think something is gonna get past what," Circe paused to count on her fingers, "an ancient mew, Missingno, Decamark, Mew, four mewtwo including yours truly" Circe put a hand to her chest for emphasis before putting her hand on Imps chest, "and including you, oh and that Alpha Gengar."

As if to prove a point they both glanced seeing the long lanky form of Missingno idly fly by outside, either on nightly patrol or just having a nightly fly, maybe sensing an anomaly, either way his presence cemented further that they had plenty of security as Circe playfully glanced back at Imp.

Her tail swayed shyly as she held the egg close, "I'm," she sighed, "I don't have the words.."

Circe smiled softly putting her hand gently over Imps that lay on the egg, "I know, it's, a lot, first kid and all.." Circes eyes glanced over the egg, "I'll, admit I'm a bit scared too, I mean we used both our genes after all, whoever is growing in that egg is gonna be both of ours." Circe glanced at Imp again expression turning playful, "of course you have excellent taste asking for my help with this baby project, I can't say I blame you," a hand fluffed up the fur on her cheek in dramatic play earning a soft laugh from Imp amused by the antics.

"Sooo, why don't you let me take watch then, my egg too after all? And you look like you need sleep desperately." Circe could see Imps expression turn uncertain and anxious before her mouth opened wide showing teeth as a long yawn drew from her as Circe raised a brow once more in emphasis to her point as Imps yawn finally finished.

"are you," Imp fought off another yawn, "sure? You must be tired being awake this late," Imp lost the fight with the next yawn sleepiness creeping up on her.

"I'm sure, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't, I napped earlier," Circe smiled confidently as she moved climbing into the nest carefully as Imp made many little squeaks about being careful, playfully she pushed Imp over to lie down as she lay in the bed too wrapping her arms around the egg to bring it close arms crossed chin on her arm next to the egg. Circe gave an empty warning growl when she heard Imp moving.

"hey, sleep," she warned. Imp whined emptily moving and adjusting herself trying to find a comfy position, Circes horns flicked slightly watching Imp aware of how she slept so strangely human like as another yawn was given. Imp was asleep within minutes, and Circe had to contain the soft chuckle at how quickly she fell asleep.

In honesty Circe didn't mean to fall asleep herself but the nest was so comfortable and the night warm but not overwhelming, she ended up dozing herself still holding their egg safely to her.

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"Course I could do that, I am quite talented when it comes to genetic work, if my form doesn't clue you in," The dark hued mewtwo had gestured to herself in confident beaming with sharp teeth at Imp and Circe. In honesty Circe had just wanted to be there to help support Imp but upon finding out Imp could have difficulty reproducing on her own due to her mixed and cloned genetics and would probably need dna from elsewhere to help fill in the gaps she'd immediately offered her own.

They were close friends after all, and had something similar happened in reverse Circe was fairly confident Imp would do the same for her. So the shadowtwo had taken their dna, did something with it and with Imp, and then came the egg. It came as a surprise to them all, but with the mixed genetics of other pokemon inside Imps dna the Shadowtwo had explained it away as the egg genetics overpowering the usual live birth, potentially so they could develop safely if Imps body couldn't properly develop them to term at least they could finish in a safe egg.

When news spread about their expecting child the other mewtwo showed up, Twoey at least seemed happy to see the large two with the blue tipped tail, Circe later learnt he was Axel that him and Twoey had a lot in common and Axel would help with Two from time to time, that Axel had kept an eye out for Imp also. It irked Circe a little that she had never seen him trying to look out for her, but at least her brother had been getting help. She had felt less confident about the large Gengar however, watching as he followed Axel about or appeared as just eyes in shadows. Though quickly learning he was also quite harmless. It was interesting having so many of them in one place, and apparently there were more twos out there mostly Axels kin but some of Imps too. It did fill Circe with intrigue, especially with that shadowtwo being one of Axels.. Unlikely relative she thought.

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Circe was rattled from her dreaming by a literal rattling feeling from her arms, she blinked herself awake with a groan wondering who was shaking her at this hour before realising it was the egg practically vibrating rolling jostling in her arms like it was possessed and trying to escape.

"Imp!" Circe made a loud hushed whisper to the sleeping mewtwo who grumbled stretching and rolling over with a 'five more minutes', Circe pulled a face lip pulling back as she moved her tail practically throwing flopping the weight of her tail onto Imp who startled awake flapping a bit and trying to roll over to see what was attacking her.

"the egg," Circe quickly hushed before Imp could ask what that was for, her pupils blowing wide as she saw the egg moving vigorously quickly moving to crawl over as Circe slowly sat up still keeping hold of the egg scared it would jump away, Imps hands came to gently hold the egg too as they sat facing each other holding the egg in their hands as it vibrated rattled and glowed brightly blindly white.

Their eyes were screwed shut heads turned slightly away for the beacon emitting from the egg before the glowing dimmed, Imp was immediately aware of the sensation of fluff in her hands as she turned to look at the tiny fuzzy creature resting in both of their hands carefully held and cradled.

Circes brows came together struggling to make heads or tails of the bundle of pinks and greens, slowly the green slipped flopping downwards onto Circes wrists as slowly two very large fluff pointed horns stood up and became visible the little fluffy face lifting up slowly as the baby mmrr'd and coo'd in their hands their head slowly lifting to look at Circe blinking large blue eyes at her as their toppled backwards against Imps hands a touch top heavy from just being born and for looking up at Circe, the wiggled their legs and feet's as they now stared up at Imp with the same amount of intrigued cooes.

Imps eyes were wide just staring at the tiny wiggling mewtwo lying just in both their hands they were so tiny as their little hands reached clumsily before curling into their chest, they sneezed softly their fur all fuzzing up and tail flapping upwards before flopping and falling dangling from where they lay in both their mothers hands. Circe was still trying to comprehend the tiny lifeform.

Neither of them could speak neither of them even knew the words to use, Circe didn't want to hand the baby fully over to Imp or claim them for herself and Imp the same, they could only both stare at the baby who was already starting to purr clumsily a mouthy gummy smile as they wiggled and vocalised.

Slowly Imps hands moved slowly sitting the baby up into Circes hands careful to cup and support as Circe adjusted for holding the newborn glancing at Imp unsure on why she was the one to hold the baby, unsure if the babies stronger likeness to her made Imp feel less connected to them. Imp gently held one of the little ones hands on her own her other wiping away the tears starting to stream down her face.

"They're perfect Circe.. They're so beautiful and perfect." Circe smiled softly had she the spare hand she'd wipe Imps tears away herself but with the baby being a touch wiggly Circe didn't think that would be possible.

"I told you everything would be okay," Imp made a soft choked laugh around her tears of joy. Circe could feel their heartbeat as she gently held them, smiling to herself and how well it all worked out before glancing outside.

"it's still dark... Let's name this little one tomorrow yea? Catch up on what little sleep we can before that." Imp nodded at the idea watching cautiously as Circe moved to slowly place the baby down in the nest, Imp laying down besides them moving one hand and smiling as the baby grasped one of her fingers intently with Circe laying down on the other side, in awe of how tiny the baby was wondering if she was ever that small.

Imp placed soft kisses against the little hands grasping at her fingers as the baby cooed and purred wiggling happily in response to the attention, their head moving from side to side as they kept looking at both their mothers wiggling and kicking their feet happily safely nestled between them both before yawning all so suddenly and falling asleep still faintly holding Imps finger, exhausted from being born, their mamas quick to follow.

#My writing #Mewtwo oc imp #Newtwo oc Imp #@phlurriis circe #They be coparenting!!!#Me: makes crackship child. Also me: and now the lore #So as stated in the weird flashback this was probably a bestie helping bestie thing cause Imp probably has some difficulties #Help ur bestie by giving them some of ur dna to make a baby with #And so they have a baby and Circe is happy to help and coparent she's probably been bringing food and nesting materials #I just like the idea of Imp having an egg egg the girl broody like the chicken hence not live birth #This is probably some kinda world where they all somehow exist don't think about it too hard XD #Axel showing up to halp because he's secretly soft as hell and him and twoey make me soft he's gonna halp that little two #Also a hutch! - the alpha Gengar #They really have the whole squad ready to throw down to protect this egg #And then baby just hatched Nymphhh so timy and cute in their mamas handssss #I tried to make Circe seem a little like self confident of themselves a little vain as somewhat vain is their trait thing #Like yea I know my genetics are a good option ec #Imp: *snarls at Circe.* Circe: really? Right in front of this nesting material?#Meau is probably gonna check on them in the morning and BABY

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