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The Return - Ominis x FemReader

Summary: She returns from her harrowing battle with Ranrok and is quick to get to the only place she wants to be. But, she fears her actions will have consequences. And how long before those she loves have to feel her choices.

Word Count: ~2,500 words

****DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT COMPLETED THE GAME SPOILERS****

Warnings: blood, peeps talking about peeps getting nay nay'd (aka DEATH mentioned), angst, kissing, comfort, FLUFF, then more angst, emotional turmoil

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Her feet are like lead and every step she takes up the stairs makes her stagger and wobble. But, she pushes on - shoving open the gate and shuffling her way out of the dungeons. Her focus keeps coming in and out and she’s not sure how she managed to get out of the Repository. She realizes she’s in one of the school’s numerous hallways, but she’s not sure which one. Despite the warm fire light from the candles and sconces, it feels dark and cold in these lonely halls. So, she keeps walking, her destination calling to her - like a beacon leading her to shore after a long voyage.

A force makes her stop in place - gripping her by her shoulders in a firm, strong grasp.

Something is shaking her and she finally registers Sebastian in front of her.

“Sebastian?” She mumbles with confusion and exhaustion drags down her voice.

“Yes. Yes, I’m here.” He whispers, his dark brows pinched in worry and his eyes trying to hold her darting ones. “Are you alright?”

Am I… alright?

Flashes of the battle play out in her mind: Ranrok’s Dragon. Fig’s dying breath. All that power…

She presses herself against his chest with a shaky breath. He hugs her, feeling her body tremble and shake.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs in the silent corridor; as if speaking any louder would shatter her.

While the contact helps her become more grounded, she finds it not to be enough.

This… isn’t what she needs. This isn’t where she wants to be.

“Ominis? Wh-Where is he? I-I need… him.”

Sebastian nods and holds her against his side to help her walk to the Undercroft.

Ominis sits against a pillar in deep concentration. Once he arrived back at Hogwarts with Natty, he felt her heart race and he knew she was in battle once more. And he immediately suppressed their bond until he could no longer feel her. He didn’t want… He couldn’t bear the thought of feeling her heart stop. He struggles to suppress it - fighting within himself to check and ensure she’s alright. But, the fear of not feeling her reach back - the steady lilts of her heart, silenced - makes him dowf and sick. So, he decides he’ll wait and focus everything on quieting their bond. He’ll wait for either her… or someone else, to come to him. At least then, he can hope against all hope that she will return to him - alive.

The gate slams closed and his head whips over to hear who’s here - not daring to bring his wand up to check.

“Ominis.”

Her voice.

He’s on his feet, the bond unleashed and free once more, and he’s nearly brought back to the floor from the force of it. She breaks from Sebastian and rushes to Ominis and he meets her halfway. He whispers her name as she embraces him. She buries herself into him - hiding herself away in his loving arms.

“Oh, my love. You’re here. You’re safe. I got you.” He whispers to her, stroking her hair and relishing in her warmth. He places soft kisses on her temple, her neck, her shoulder, her cheek, her hair - any part he can shower her with affection, he does. All she can do is hold onto him as tight as she can.

Sebastian watches the two for a moment. The relief is palpable and he can nearly taste it. He can’t help but smile at how happy they both are. He looks down and notices the red stains blotching his clothes.

He heads towards the exit without a second thought and says before he leaves, “I’ll bring some healing supplies.”

Ominis’ eyes widen as the gate shuts once more and he tries to feel over her, “Healing? Are you alright? A-Are you hurt?”

Her body gives out. She can’t muster any more strength to stand - as she made it to where she needed to go. And it takes all of Ominis’ strength to not have them both fall to the hard, stone floor. He lowers them until he’s able to cradle her in his arms. She’s holding on to him like a life-raft. He leans back against the pillar as he traces over her face and down her body. Warm, wet patches on her chest make his stomach sink and the gashes on her arms all but break his heart.

“Please… tell me. Are you hurt?” He begs.

“I-I… did it. I did it.” She whispers.

Her voice is weak from exhaustion, but she's alive. She’s thrumming in his arms like a sweet song - strong and full of life despite what he hears of her labored breath and the blood he tastes on his lips. Ominis decides that will have to be good enough until Sebastian returns.

He presses a kiss against her forehead, “And I’m so proud of you. Please, rest now. I got you. And I won’t let anything hurt you.”

He’s not sure who these words are meant to comfort, but she relaxes all the same. Her breathing shifts into an uneasy sleep. He strokes her hair - taking in the scent of her battle. Smoke, ash, dirt, gravel, blood - they tarnish her sweet smell and he wonders what horrors she had to face. He holds her tightly against him as if someone would snatch her away if he were to loosen his grip for even a moment.

Sebastian returns with a satchel of supplies and he kneels down next to them.

“How hurt is she?” Ominis’ brows are pinched and his knuckles are white from holding onto her so tightly.

Sebastian examines his battered, unconscious friend. Most of her wounds have already healed while others need another dose of Wiggenweld. But overall, he didn’t see anything life threatening. Swipes of blood brush her cheeks from gentle touches and Sebastian notices Ominis’ hands are covered in blood. He curses himself for not describing Ominis of her state before he left. Instead, he let Ominis wallow in distress all on his own.

“Not terribly,” Sebastian sounds upbeat and optimistic - much to his own surprise. “Most of the scars are healed. A few burns and scrapes here and there. Some nasty looking bruises. All in all - I’d say she’ll be just fine.” Sebastian gives Ominis a small grin and Ominis lets out a relieved sigh.

Sebastian takes out a damp cloth and hands it to Ominis, “We can try to get some of the blood off, if you want. I got some Wiggenweld you can give her as well.”

“Thank you, Sebastian,” Ominis whispers as he grabs the cloth.

Ominis rearranges her limp body to administer the potion - which she swallows with only a few mumbled complaints before she slips back asleep - and they begin to wipe away the grime covering her. As Sebastian cleans a particularly deep gash on her forearm - her skin stitching itself back together as he wipes away the dried blood - he glances up to Ominis, whose eyes seem to stare off into the far distance.

“Did she say what happened?” Sebastian wonders.

He shakes his head, “No. Just that she did it. I can only assume she won. And put a stop to Ranrok once and for all.”

Sebastian nods, “I hope so.”

With her cleaned up and her wounds healing, Sebastian spares one last look over her. She’s peaceful in Ominis’ arms, sleeping soundly. Meanwhile, Ominis looks like a great weight has been lifted from him, his gray eyes no longer pained. Ominis strokes her hair with a warm smile and her steady breaths sound less labored than earlier.

Sebastian sighs as he stands, “Let me know if you need anything else.”

“You’re leaving?” Ominis questions with raised brows.

Sebastian grimaces and he turns away from them, “It would be best if you’re the only one she sees when she wakes up.”

Ominis frowns to himself as he hears Sebastian walking away.

“She still cares about you, Sebastian. You’re still her friend. I hope you know that.”

Sebastian falters, but continues out of the Undercroft without a reply.

Ominis turns his attention back to her and he listens to her steady breaths - feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest pressing into his own. He lays his head against hers and shuts his eyes to await her.

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It’s silent. It presses down on her, squeezing her tighter and tighter until she’s left gasping.

You are more powerful than you realize.

The words reverberate in her mind. She opens her eyes to find Isidora staring back at her. She turns to look away from Isidora’s far too warm smile. But, she’s met with more eyes staring at her. They loom in the distance. Then they approach slowly from the mists surrounding her and reveal themselves one by one.

Natty. Poppy. Garreth. Amit. Sebastian. Anne. Then… Ominis.

Ominis looks at her in such a way it makes her heart rip from her chest. It’s unfamiliar and cold. She glances between all her friends’ faces and they all share the same expression. They all stare at her with dead eyes. The blank, lifeless eyes of Isidora’s Father. They’re husks. And she knows she’s the reason why. They all point their fingers towards her and utter the same phrase in unison:

You are more powerful than you realize.

She tries to run away, but when she turns to flee, she’s met with Professor Fig. He glares at her - ashamed and furious. He falls to the ground in a limp heap before her feet and he faces towards her - his eyes beginning to dim. She wants to reach out to him, but a hand snags her wrist. Her friends’ hands latch onto her, digging into her flesh, and they start to drag her down. She thrashes and fights but it’s of little use.

Isidora watches from above with a smirk as she whispers, “You are more powerful than you realize. More powerful than even I could ever dream of.”

She can’t breathe and she’s dragged into the shadows without so much as a scream.

The hands are still on her as her eyes fly open. Ominis' panicked face appears in front of her and she freezes. Her arms are stiff and she’s pressing against his chest.

“It’s alright. It’s alright,” Ominis says, his blanket of calm landing over her. He rubs her arms, easing them until they start to relax. She lets him guide her into his chest and he tucks her head into his neck. Through the bond, he soothes her frantic emotions until her breathing isn’t heavy and frenzied. But with the calm, comes her tears. She sobs and the sound breaks his heart. He cradles her to his chest and whispers,

“You’re okay. You’re safe with me.”

But are you safe with me?

She shivers and fights back the sickening feeling. Instead, she embraces him - every part of him. Through the stench of blood and dirt and ash - is his arboreous spiced cologne. His body is cold against her feverish, clammy skin. His fingers are gently brushing her hair and his breath is warm - breathing a calmness within her. She could stay right here - right in his embrace.

“Can you tell me what happened?” His question prevents her from fully slipping away and she debates about remaining silent.

She takes a shuddering breath, “He’s dead. Professor Fig. He… died.”

He’s in shock, but he’s quick to hold her tighter. She continues,

“Ranrok killed him then he absorbed the power in the Repository.” The words tumble from her mouth and she can’t stop them. “I fought Ranrok. He was so powerful, but I-I did it. I stopped him.”

He closes his eyes, grateful she’s alive and unharmed. He kisses her temple and runs his hand down her tangled, gritty hair.

“Does that mean it’s over?” He wonders.

She frowns, “I-I don’t know. With Ranrok destroyed, the rebellion should cease. And…,” She pulls away enough to look at Ominis - cupping his cheek. Her thoughts start to all come at her at once.

“It wasn’t goblins that cursed Anne,” she states.

“What? H-How do you know that?” He holds her hand to try to calm her, but this makes her more frantic.

“Rookwood said something right as he kidnapped me. ‘Children are meant to be seen, not heard.’ It’s the same thing Anne heard before she was cursed. It was Rookwood the whole time.”

She gasps, “I-I have to tell Sebastian! He needs to know.”

She suddenly tries to leave, but Ominis - still reeling over the information - manages to pull her back to him.

“Wait,” he pleads. “Just wait a moment. I-I don’t understand.”

She’s a whirlwind and he can’t begin to understand what she’s feeling, let alone what she’s just told him. Her near maniacal state makes him hold her tighter.

“Start over,” he says in a calm, slow voice. “Rookwood. He cursed Anne, not a goblin? Are you sure?”

She takes a deep breath and nods, “There is no doubt in my mind it was Rookwood. He told me the same thing Anne heard before she was cursed.”

He grabs her hand with a worried frown, “And… Professor Fig. He’s… dead.”

“Yes,” her breathless reply makes him pull her closer to him.

“I’m so sorry,” he presses a soft kiss on her forehead and she shudders at his gentleness.

“He’s with Miriam now. I suppose that’s what he’s always wanted.”

He frowns, “And the Repository? You said Ranrok absorbed it. Does that mean it’s destroyed along with him?”

While she has calmed down since her terrified awakening, the fear still has its claws sunk deep into her. It’s threatening to drag her back into its despairing depths.

He strokes her cheek, “What troubles you, my love? Why are you so scared?”

Her whole body becomes rigid. Flashes of the nightmare burrow into her mind’s eye. And as she looks at Ominis, she can see the blank, lifeless expression encroaching onto his features. She can’t breathe. This rising panic that’s clawing its way up her throat is unstoppable. Her heart lurches in her chest the longer she stares into his haunting eyes.

How long before she becomes just like Isidora? How long before the rush and need of power devours her, and everyone she loves?

He doesn’t stop touching her. His hands, gentle as the sunlight, are the only thing which keeps this darkness from consuming her.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” He insists, his tone betraying how worried and terrified he is for her.

“It’s… nothing. The Repository is… I’ve dealt with it.”

He grimaces and his lips press into a firm line, “What does that mean? Are you safe? Is it over?”

She shakes her head with a whimper, “Please… don’t make me speak any more of it. I don’t want… please.”

His features twist with worry and she can’t stand the sight of it. She wrests herself from his embrace and gets to her labile feet. He looks towards her with shock and his mouth parts in a silent plea. He reaches for her, but she stumbles away.

“I-I need to go. I… need to think,” she murmurs as she turns away and runs out of the Undercroft.

Ominis lets his hand fall back into his lap. He clutches his chest over his heart with a strangled whimper.

“Please… come back,” he whispers.

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AN: Choo Choo! All Aboard the Angst Express! Next stop, MORE ANGST! MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Also yeah i'm combining endings because i thought it was hella lame that i didn't get a #moment with Fig all cause I thought the Keepers were dumb and the power should be #shared and i'm #ungovernable

also when i put in the first part of this (before the nightmare) ChatGPT told me that Ominis' and the protagonist relationship was heartfelt and their reunion was emotional and tender. I'll ride this high for awhile my dudes.

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chipies-and-chocolate · 2 years

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until that spring

hi guys! well I started to write a long series about Eddie because I don’t know how to hold myself off. this is my first story since school so I hope you can enjoy it as I really enjoyed writing it! I’ll try to update every weekend so if you want to be added to a tag list let me know.and because it makes me so mad, and I can’t with it, EDDIE IS NOT DYING HERE, OK? I really need him to have a happy ending my poor boy deserves it.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x female!oc Henderson

Summary: Basically, it’s the story about Dustin’s sister getting caught between her brother's adventures and how this affected her almost-more-than-friendship with Eddie. so, we will be going through the four seasons during the story.

Series warning: smut, some drugs and violence (so please don’t read it if you are under 18+ years old!), angst and a lot of fluff. if there’s anything else in some chapters I will warn.

note: for history purposes the oc is called Emma Clarisse Henderson and Eddie likes to call her by her middle name because he finds it adorable. and for d&d purposes she took the name Arwen.💕

i do not own any rights of stranger thing's content in this fic ; please do not copy or transale (im planing to update a spanish version maybe but depends if someone ask me to) the story.

1983

Sunday, November 6

It should be a casual game, no more than two hours of play, maybe a little longer, depending on the luck of the players. Emma couldn't help but sigh as she heard a giggle escaping from the dungeon master's mouth; four hours, four pizza boxes, two packs of beer and they were still there, sitting in front of a small board with only two figures on it.

—You could escape dear — Eddie smiled triumphantly —your statistics favour you—

She fixed her gaze on the boy's eyes, challenging him. Everything had gone great, they had reached the last chamber of the dungeon in about an hour and forty, they just had to take the loot and go home, but no, Eddie was not a benevolent dungeon master, even less if he intended to make a sadistic campaign, upon entering the room they were cornered by a dragon, crushing fred with a stomp; then he ate jeff, the healer, ending the advantage they had over the beast and after a while finally finish off gareth.

And there she was, alone against a dragon blocking the exit, only having two arrows left, her bow, a short sword and 4 life points. The other three boys looked at her expectantly, practically placing all the pressure of their pride on her shoulders. She smirked as she shook her head.

—No thanks, I don't want to give you pleasure. I'm going to shoot the son of a bitch— she finally said.

—are you sure? You need at least a 19 to kill him and not die instantly— asked gareth

—I feel lucky— she winked, taking one of the dice in front of her, beginning to shake it as Eddie watched her from across the table, covering his mouth with his left fist.

The piece fell with a soft sound on the board, bouncing three times finally stopping with a dull sound.She jumped up with a cry of relief, the group cheering with delight as the Hellfire leader sighed loudly a laugh.

—twenty! boom! This is how you destroy a lizard! — She exclaimed, sitting back looking at him triumphantly, he gave her a bow.

—It only took two hours longer than estimated, but I must congratulate you, Miss Arwen— he chuckled.

— shut your mouth Eds, short games are not an option with you.

The group stayed at the place for a while longer, laughing and complaining about the campaign until the girl finally stood up, stretching out her arms and taking her bag.

— Well guys, it has been a pleasure, but have to go, there’s school tomorrow—

— That's my signal— Eddie smiled getting up — garth, the care of the board is in your hands.

The mentioned one let out a lazy moan, she looked at him with a bit of remorse for leaving the mess without helping to tidy up.

They both finally left the garage where they had spent the last five hours, meeting the last reflections of the sun and a cold autumn breeze, then the girl hurried to the van, taking the passenger seat, rubbing her arms to generate some warmth.

— You're so chilly — the boy laughed, closing his door.

— It's almost winter, it's cold — she clarified frowning — besides, I've been sitting for a long time, that's your fault.

He shrinked his shoulders

— I didn't mean for it to be so long—

— Fallacies — she exclaimed, staring at him while he raised his hands laughing, spreading her, she stared at him for a moment, the 17-year-old boy had been letting his hair grow for a while, which was practically the same length as hers. she raised her hand to slightly untangle his hair, slightly stunning him– your hair has grown quite a bit.

— bitchin’, right? — He answered with a giggle, and she smiled softly.

— Long hair suits you — she mentioned innocently removing her hand to put on the seat belt, without noticing the small blush that she had caused in him –by the way, thanks for taking me—

— my pleasure —he replied, making contact to start the engine and begin to drive — after all, I passed by you and insisted that you attend.

— Anyway, I had no plans — she continued while she opened the trunk to explore among the music tapes and chose one — and the games you've been doing lately are great, it's fun to see the boys suffer.

Eddie laughed softly at the comment, taking his eyes off the street for a second, looking at Emma, head leaning against the window with her blue eyes closed, dark curls falling untidily to her shoulders without actually touching them; Dead Kennedys playing through the speakers accompanied by humming by the girl, he turned his gaze back to the road.

Finally they arrived at Emma’s home, having already darkened so only the dim light that escaped through the windows of the house and that emitted by the headlights of the van illuminated the landscape, he stopped next to the driveway, diminishing the music volume.

—Last stop— he stated, she softly opened her eyes and jumped down.

— oh —Emma stopped before closing the door — egg sandwich tomorrow?

— sounds good, I'll pick you up at the usual time—

— Okay — instead of closing the door, the girl began to play with her fingers staring at them, he raised an eyebrow trying to decipher the situation until after a few seconds he heard her murmur —Would you… like to come in and have dinner?

Eddie didn't make a sound, looking at her thoughtfully, understanding her behaviour; They were friends since elementary school, he used to go with her everywhere and began to take her in his car always since he got his licence; she had spent countless afternoons at his house, in his room; she had prepared each new recipe that she learned for him and his uncle, with whom in fact she got along very well, he liked her "she is a good girl" he had heard him comment more than once; somehow she was always there, being a part of practically every aspect of his life; however, he had created a kind of barrier as far as the girl's life was concerned, he always found an excuse not to enter her house, he had never sat at the same table with his family and he really had no idea how Emma's room looked, every time he dropped her off she always asked the same type of question, and he always had an excuse to refuse.

— Clary— he began to say slowly, trying to think of some old enough excuse.

— Mom is not here today — she interrupted, staring at him, and then began to recite information very quickly — neither is Dustin, she went out to play cards with her friends because we were going out, usually she is late when she goes out with her friends even if it is Sunday, and- and Dusts is with the Wheelers, playing a campaign that they have been planning for weeks so he told us that he probably wouldn't make it to dinner, so there's only the cat, I could make macaroni and cheese and we could eat in my room... if you want —

Silence invaded the space for a few moments,Emma watched him expectantly with a frown and rosy cheeks, until the boy shouted a laugh, disconcerting her.

— Henderson — he contained the laugh to be able to breathe while turning off the car's engine and then removed the key, noticing how her eyes lighted up — how long have you been thinking about everything you just said?

— Since mom said she was going with her friends... on Wednesday — she answered, looking at the floor embarrassed, hearing a sigh from him.

— Well, I can't say no to such an effort— he raised his hands in surrender, she couldn't hide the enormous smile that took over her lips. — fine, but the mac n’ cheese better be amazing.

They both left the van and walked towards the house, he walked slowly, nervous while she took little jumps, advancing a couple of steps to open the door and let him pass, he contemplated for a moment the possibility of using some excuse to flee from the situation, but he didn't want to make Emma sad; he took a deep breath before slowly walking through the door,then feeling how it closed behind him; he looked around for a moment, like an animal in an unfamiliar place, the house was spacious but cosy and smelled of honeysuckle.

— are you…good? -the girl asked with some concern, he nodded while he continued to scrutinise the place until he felt something lazily colliding with his leg, distracting him, an orange cat walked between his legs meowing friendly, and the girl laughed taking the feline between her arms — oh, this is ms mews…come on, I'll show you my room.

Emma let go of the cat who protested meowing, she happily took Eddie's hand to guide him to her room, they crossed the living room and went down a side corridor, reaching the end of this the girl finally released him to open the right door. again letting him pass first, this time leaving the door open.

— I present to you my private lair - Emma said dramatically

He entered the room with his mouth slightly open, the room was two or three times his own, curiously very different from any of the possibilities that had crossed his mind, amusingly bizarre, the walls were covered in a wallpaper of small pink lilies which in turn was partially covered by different types of posters and papers grouped by theme, In the centre of the wall opposite the door was the bed, double, white wrought iron and unmade. there was a dresser cover of notebooks and books in disarray, however, something caught his attention, he began to walk towards the end of the room finding a desk whose wall was full of photos that had been taken from time to time, drawings of dungeons and dragons that he had made for her and others made by herself; He kept exploring the surface, coming across a drawing partially obscured by a walkman, but he could still make out "hellfire club", he heard the hurried footsteps of the girl behind him as he began to move his hand closer to the device, to take it and observe the complete drawing.

— wait! — She said stopping him and then throwing what was on her desk into a drawer under it and hastily closing it, laughing nervously — that's still something in progress.

— Well — he answered with a mocking smile — it wasn't exactly hidden.

— If it has something on top, it's hidden — the girl asserted and then took him by the wrist to drag him to the kitchen — come on, I have to prepare food.

Eddie stumbled after her, laughing, once in the kitchen, he sat on one of the benches in front of the counter propping his head on one hand while she got a box of macaroni and cheese from the pantry and began to cook; while the pasta was cooking she prepared the sandwiches that they would have for lunch the next day and stored them in the fridge.

— voila! — she exclaimed, showing him the saucepan after placing the powdered cheese on the pasta and stirring it — we had dinner.

— Great — he replied , smiling tenderly and then getting up and walking towards the fridge while the girl put the food on the plates — do you have any beer?

— very funny — she looked at him with narrowed eyes — there were some sodas at the top.

Eddie took a couple of cans and one of the plates Emma had served, she took the other plate and a couple of spoons; they carried the food into the room where he took the chair by her desk and she sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to eat.

— This is great — Emma smiled.

— you think so? — he smiled back.

— Of course, I do — she continued, taking a bite in her mouth – it only took me almost three and a half years to get you into my house, but you know, it's still great.

— hey — he tried to counter, without really having anything in his favour — don't say it like that.

— Calm down Munson — she said sarcastically — I understand that you fear dinner, I mean, it's terrifying.

– Clarisse – he left his plate half finished and sat next to the girl while she looked at him with puppy eyes – it's not like that

— then what is it? Because I'm relatively sure you're not allergic to cats.

— It's just… — he sighed, looking away from the girl, looking at a flask on the night table, he wrinkled his eyebrows while getting closer to take it — what is this?

— Eds… — Emma snorted at the obvious change of subject.

— I'm serious — he answered, looking at the bottle, the girl raised an eyebrow taking the bottle from his hand.

— for sleep — she finally said — you know that sometimes I have problems with that.

— You never take them in my house.

— I don't need them when I'm with you — she murmured without thinking, looking at the bottle and then leaving it in its place — with you I feel calm… 80 percent of the time.

— 80? — he laughed — what about the other 20 percent?

— That 20 percent you are an idiot — she chuckled.

— I think it is much more than 20 percent — he continued.

— do not overestimate yourself, Munson — she said between laughs that were abruptly interrupted by the sound of the house door closing, the boy tensed slightly; she took his hands in her own — it must be Dustin, wait here a moment, I'll go see.

He relaxed slightly as he nodded, Emma then disappeared behind the door, walking towards the entrance of the house, meeting his brother who seemed a bit upset.

— hey gremlin, you're late — she greeted, shaking the boy's cap — what's wrong? Did you get your ass kicked on the campaign?

— we didn't finish it — denied the boy walking to the kitchen to get the milk from the fridge — and now I owe Will one of my comics.

— You were there practically all day and they didn't finish it? — she laughed — which comic did you lose?

— x men 134 — he sighed.

— Well, I'll get you another one then — the girl gave the boy a glass, and he renewed his spirits.

— really?

— Of course, I'll get it before work, what do you think?

— Cool! — Dustin stopped what he was doing to give her a hug — you're great Ems.

— I know — Emma laughed, patting her brother's head before taking him by the shoulders, breaking the hug — very well when you're done with that go straight to bed, okay? now I'll go to sleep, so don't go to my room. understood?

— Uh, I guess— The boy wrinkled his eyebrows in strangeness.

— Okay then, good night — Emma began to walk lazily back to her room

After being left alone, Eddie had dropped onto the bed, managing to slightly perceive the girl's scent, feeling a small blush; He sighed deeply, closing his eyes as he recalled a conversation from a few days ago.

“— seriously man — exclaimed Gareth lying on an old armchair in his garage - when are you going to ask her out?

— what are you talking about? — He answered by tuning his guitar without paying much attention.

— Emma — specified his friend, disconcerting him, causing him to loosen way too much the string that he was trying to sing.

—the hell are you talking about man? — He questioned trying to avoid looking irritated.

— Come on Eddie — Jeff intervened leaving his guitar next to him — the only person who doesn't know about the great crush you have on her is her, you should ask her out.

The boy clucked his tongue, shaking his head.

— you guys are delusional— he said softly, looking at his friends — that's not gonna happen.

— Why not? she surely likes you— Gareth asked.

—Because — now clearly irritated Eddie emphasised — it wouldn't make sense, Emma has a future, shit, I've never seen her making any effort to have good grades and even so she will surely get into a good college, me? I'm just an outcast who hopes for his band to achieve something one day, it's not compatible ”

He opened his eyes slightly when he heard the door, saw how the girl looked at him tenderly, and took off her sneakers to lie down next to him, who closed his eyes again.

— how is the little nerd? — he asked softly.

— Don't call him that— she whispered, beginning to massage his scalp, feeling sleepy— it's okay, but they didn't finish the game.

— Mhn that sounds fun — He chuckled and then yawned — I should go, it's pretty late.

— A little longer — Emma murmured with closed eyes, pinching one of the sleeves of his shirt trying to keep him from pulling away from her.

— Okay, I'll stay a little longer — he smiled, kicking off his sneakers to properly accommodate himself and hug her, who was already breathing deeply, falling asleep, being imitated involuntarily by him.

after a couple of hours, Eddie woke up lazily to a new sound at the entrance of the house, assuming that it was his friend's mother, who was already completely asleep in his arms, making him smile; he slowly brought one of his hands closer to the girl's face to trace her lips with his thumb, imagining what it would be like to kiss her. he let out a long sigh trying to get the image out of his head and slipped out of bed trying not to wake her, then covering her with the duvet that rested at the foot of the bed, he put on his tennis, turned off the light and then slipped away. as quietly as possible through the bedroom window.

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#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie x oc #eddie x fem!reader #sts4 #sts4 au #stranger things au #eddie munson fanfic #until that summer #joe quinn

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dreadfutures · 2 years

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happy friday blue! for this week may I suggest "a ring of gold hanging from a chain of iron, untouched by weather, unmarred by time, a warning, a monument, a curse" for Ixchel?

Ixchel and Merrill found a Zelda dungeon in Serault!

or something

for @dadrunkwriting

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The sheer cliff required all of Ixchel's concentration, which was a blessing. If she had spared a moment of thought for what she was doing, she surely would have slipped and fallen--perhaps even dying before she hit the ground. She did not like caves of any sort, and especially not mines, and especially not ones with giant statues of Mythal carved from them in monumental scale. It was a recipe for disaster, if the Exalted Council had taught her anything.

In fact, those lessons were very hard to forget, Ixchel thought.

She stood on solid ground again, with Merrill at her side. They had paused a moment to catch their breaths, and they looked up at the dim light that crowned Mythal in gold, filtered in through a distant canopy of ancient trees.

It was there, in the murk, that Ixchel realized with a pang of sadness that at some point, she had begun to view every monument of her people with mistrust. The presence of Mythal was no longer something welcome, but a warning.

She released a deep breath, then sucked in a shallow gasp of cold, ancient air. She did not speak, and neither did Merrill. Ixchel could only wonder if it was for the same reason:

Ixchel had a feeling that if she were to speak now, Mythal herself might hear.

She pressed her lips closed, and she pressed on down the dark, narrow tunnel that was their only exit.

She had expected that it would have been a tunnel of stone that met them in this quarry, but the walls that surrounded them were organic. Even as they walked along, crumbs of dirt showered down over their heads with the subtle tremors of the earth. Somethng had coaxed the roots of the Tirashan into this narrow portal, a dark and cold path to an uncertain fate.

Ixchel could not hear red lyrium here. Not for now, at least. Somehow, that unnerved her more than it put her at ease—there was no telling now what might await them.

Their path twisted and turned much like the gnarled roots around them, but eventually they were met by a subtle breeze. The scent on the air gave Ixchel brief pause—it was fresh magic, a taste in the back of her throat like air sundered by lightning. One look at Merrilln and she knew she had not been the only one to notice.

Merrill gripped her staff tightly, and Ixchel drew her sword.

The sound reached them next: a crackle and zap accompanied by the subtle song of ancient elven magic, that only elven ears could hear. It turned Ixchel's stomach, where once it had been a thrill and a comfort to hear.

She braced herself to see Flemeth herself, or perhaps the monster that Andruil had become, when they turned a corner.

But there was no one in the hall they entered.

In fact the hall was entirely bare, but for one decoration.

The ring of gold hung from a gargantuan chain. Untouched by weather, unmarred by time, missing not even one piece of its mosaic coat—it was one of the markings of Mythal, Ixchel thought. At its center, green and gold magic crackled and spun in an ominous orb, seemingly without purpose. It was up to the viewer to interpret it, in the absence of any interaction, and in Ixchel's mind it was a monument, a warning, a curse.

"It's a puzzle," Merrill said in a low voice. "Which chamber shall we try first?"

"Left," Ixchel replied grimly. "Let's go left."

#da drunk writing circle #ixchel lavellan #serault

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sonasnowdrop · 1 year

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Chapter 5: the wounds of an angel

-Break the cycle-

Fuzz filled the air.

It stung so very badly.

Such a strong headache.

They couldn’t stand it. They sat up rubbing their forehead and turned to a mirror, they gasped in awe..and touched their face, it was chubby and had big pie cut shaped eyes and small cartoony lips covered by black lip stick. They then ruffled their hair, It was golden yellow, with black ’highlights’ at the bottom, they also had horns poking out from each side of their head, laid atop was a black halo that spilled ink onto one horn.

Azael stared at her new self in the mirror, wondering what…had happened to her. She looked at her surroundings, she woke in a prison bed and seemed to be in a prison cell but unfortunately for her the cell didn’t have normal prison doors that she could easily slip through instead it had no windows and a solid door, looked more like a dungeon really.

She was alerted when footsteps approached her door. A strong pain shot to her head and she crouched down with a splitting headache again.

The door opened, a man walked in with two keepers accompanying him.

Her headache didn’t stop in fact it got worse when one of the keepers came closer, the man spoke to the allies that accompanied him but Azaels mind was too full of fuzz to properly understand what he was saying.

When the man and his allies left, there was a tight click that could be heard from the door when it closed

Oh they locked it wonderful

Azael stood up, her headache dying down just a little. She didn’t know where she was but she wanted out.

She looked around for possible escape points, and spotted a vent above her. It was way to high up, but it was quite literally the only way out.

She found a few boxes and stacked them up, it was just enough for her to jump and grab the grids of the vent.

She did so, and tugged on the vent until it flew open. She climbed inside without a second thought.

That was easy

The vent was tight and smelt absolutely awful, like a body had been decomposing within.

While crawling, Azael spotted many rooms through the vents, she saw a lost rocking back in forth like a madman, a man she doesn’t recognize was drawing, and another woman that seemed to be an Alice angel laughing maniacally. They all seemed to be locked up, Azael however ignored them and proceeded forward.

At last she found an exit to that awful smelling vent, she made sure no one was around first so she wouldn’t be caught.

She plopped down onto the creaky boards, and made her way around any patrolling keepers. She had no idea how she had gotten here, but desperately wanted to get out.

She had noticed some tapes lying around, and collected them out of curiosity. She didn’t listen to them but instead collected them for later.

Wandering around she found a big door, it was slightly open just enough for her to slip inside. She did so and spotted another vent that was open, to avoid being seen she’d travel through there.

While traveling up above, Azael noticed a door with the signs "EXIT" Just want she wanted to see.

However, there were keepers blocking the door. She huffed in annoyance and crawled back.

After finding another vent exit, she crawled out of the cramped space and into a room. There was another grate on the floor, it could be a way out. She lifted it up and moved it out of the way.

Smelt even worse, she didn’t think twice and jumped inside.

The pipe spat her out into a large inky 'ocean' good thing she knows how to swim on instinct. She swam to shore and shook off, the ink reeked and smelt so strong.

Azael took in her surroundings, it was almost purely dark aside from some lights and lanterns spread about

Where the hell am I?

She thought. Looking up she spotted a latter than seems to lead outside, wanting to leave this awful smelling inky abyss.

She climbed the latter and reached the exit. The place she was in seemed familiar, there was a little cafeteria place and had a lot of food just laying around. She scavenged the food laid about, she made sure to save some for later.

She didn’t know where she was now, but decided to look around this place more. For supplies and stuff.

She entered the kitchen part of the cafeteria and spotted even more snacks.

Must be my lucky day.

She thought, while taking the snacks. She realized she didn’t have pockets or anything to hold these treats in. She set the snacks down and looked for a basket, bag anything that could give her hands some space.

She found a satchel, it was just big enough to carry all her sweet treats.

After an hour of laying about she decided to leave the cafeteria, it was no use anymore since she skinned it dry if it’s resources.

She had noticed some ripped up parts of what seemed to be the top of overalls, not wanting to walk around in a dress she picked up the scraps and decided to sew it back together for herself once she found a place to settle down in.

She left the cafeteria, and wandered around for awhile before spotting a room with a..plus sign on it? She tried to open the door but it was locked however, there was a open vent she could go through to possibly get inside.

She jumped and grabbed hold of the open vents bottom, climbing up she crawled inside and fell into a room full of surgical crap like bandages, needles, pills and other things used to treat wounds.

There was a sign above the door she tried to open to get inside previously, it read

LITTLE ANGELS NURSERY

In bold black text, two angels can be seen above the sign in nurse outfits. One looks very similar to the little toon but instead of having a black halo, a yellow one laid atop her head. The other angel, instead of having blonde hair she had black hair, she also had identical horns and halo to the other angel.

There was no one inside the room and it seemed to be locked up, Azael made her decision to stay here for the time being. Besides she was feeling a bit tired from all the walking. She had a seat on one of the hospital like beds.

Feeling exhausted, she relaxed.

Chapter 4 / Chapter 6

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I do not remember dying. I had been a scout for an order of knights which shall go nameless for this. A daughter of a local nobleman had been kidnapped by a mysterious character, and my captain had located his hideout. Deep in the dank underground chambers, I searched until I found the girl. Or what remained of her, a corpse the color of snow, drained of every drop of blood. I knew what the mystery man was right then, but he found me before I found the exit out. He took a good sized hunk out of my fighting arm before I managed to outrun him. I figured I was lucky to be alive. Some luck.

My trip back to the knightly order was a five day journey. I decided to get some rest early to get my arm in better shape in case I found any more trouble. I can't remember the dreams I had that night -- only that I was doing something horrible and I couldn't stop myself. I woke up screaming. The next night, at an inn a little closer to my destination, my sleep was deep and dreamless. On the third night, I died.

Of course, I didn't know that I died. I had gone to sleep in a nice warm feathered bed and I woke on a cold wet stone mortuary slab. Dazed, I opened the door to the mausoleum I was in, which I think must have been locked. I was in a cemetery not far from a town I knew, so I wandered in. It was late at night, so there were precious few souls in the streets. I paused to read a public notice and noticed the date. The date was two weeks later than I thought it must have been. As I puzzled over that, I saw a girl, a wench at my favorite tavern in that town, wandering toward me. I hailed her. She ignored me. I called her by her name, and she turned to me, smiling, but with an expression that told me she did not know who I was. I had visited her tavern on my way over to the mystery man's hideout, but she didn't know me!

I told her my name. She angrily told me that it was a very poor joke, that I looked nothing like the brave knight who used to visit the town, and that if I didn't know he was dead. My emotions were a tangled skein. I could tell she was not joking, that I looked nothing like myself. I was touched by her sorrow at my death, and horrified by the idea dawning on me of what I had become. Suddenly, an overriding instinct overcame all my thoughts -- hunger. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached out and tore her throat open. I drained her until she looked like the corpse in the mystery man's dungeon.

--Excerpt from Vampires of the Iliac Bay, describing becoming a vampire.

#UESP #Lore #The Elder Scrolls #Daggerfall #Vampire #Iliac Bay

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undiscovered-horizon · 3 years

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Imagine being a warrior who grew up on an alien planet. One day, you become Doctor's champion in a trial by combat: a bizarre beginning of a relationship that will shake the universe in its time. - Part 5

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Author's note: got my navel piercing done, then with an aching belly (okay it hurt maybe for an hour after piercing) I studied physiology and wrote this. Power to me I guess! It's my 7th piercing.

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The pain in (Y/N) did not stop her from pursuing her ulterior motives, although part of her wished for it: the warrior's entire body stung and ached, begging for a break.

Wobbly on her legs, with blood still dripping from her mouth, she got up and directed her steps towards Rose and the Doctor, who did not seem to be getting any better.

And if he won't get any better, (Y/N) won't be able to push through with her plan.

The War Dancer clenched her jew and marched towards the two figures. Before Rose could raise a question, the Tartayan women pushed her aside and threw the Doctor over her shoulder. (Y/N) let out a low grunt: the man was quite heavy, unconscious and her arms were still in pain from both the fall and the scorching metal she grabbed.

"You're not dying today, you Gallifreyan bastard," she said to herself and with the utmost effort: started walking towards the exit of the arena with Rose following her. The English woman could not sit silently: with her every step behind (Y/N), she had to ask at least one question or share a remark.

Those two women were observed by the Emperor himself. His anger had slowly calmed down and instead of trying to shoot someone, he sat on his throne and began thinking of other ways he could eliminate the Doctor that wouldn't frame the ruler in a bad way.

"Anders!" He called the man in the red cloak. Waterfalls of sweat were dripping down his face, the man already knew what was awaiting him.

"Y-yes, your worship?" The man asked politely, failing at keeping his face straight. His hands were shaky, eyes open wide: it was fear in its most primitive state.

"Maybe your aim will better in the dungeons, don't you think?"

Right after those words, without the need for any kind of a special signal, the guards took away the man with the cloak, who was trying to stop them and yell out empty, fearful promises of improvement intertwined with sophisticated apologies directed at the Emperor. The ruler remained unmoved. He did not care, never did. The man he ordered to be taken away was only a pawn in a bigger game, he was very much replaceable.

The thralls remained unmoved in their fanning.

Outside of the arena was a stone tunnel leading back to gladiators' barracks and then outside into the city. The corridor was a lot cooler than the scorching sands back in the arena. Beige stones were pleasantly cold to touch. On the walls of the corridor were mounted torches at even intervals. Without them, the tunnel would have been completely dark. Aside from the three of them, the corridor was completely silent and empty.

(Y/N) placed the Doctor against the wall. The abrupt change in temperature made him partially come to his senses. But he was still unable to hold a conversation. The War Dancer looked around for something that could help bring him back to reality.

The warrior stood up and grabbed a clay vase that stood not too far from them. She cautiously lifted the lid and smelled whatever was inside. For a moment she seemed to have been pondering on something. Then (Y/N) threw away the lid, lifted the vase and poured out its content on the Doctor. The liquid was dark red and smelled of alcohol - must have been wine.

That little trick seemed to have done the trick, because the Doctor momentarily sat up, fully aware of his surroundings. Now that the man from Gallifreyan was able to talk coherently, the War Dancer could follow through with her plan.

"Few questions before you go anywhere, gallison," she said. "Why did you come back?"

The Doctor stared at her in surprise.

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dreaminpetals · 3 years

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could i request hcs for naib and Jjseph reacting to their gn s/o coming back from a match severely wounded? like broken bones or having been left to bleed out (i saw someone hc that bleeding out feels like actually dying and someone else hc that the surv is left in a comatose state while they recover from exsanguination and i RAN with it)

🔪 naib and joseph react to mortally wounded s/o . . . 🎞

tw: emetophobia and blood

NAIB SUBEDAR ;;

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♡ jack had left you to bleed out after being rescued. he chased martha all the way across moonlit while you writhed in pain inches away from the rocket chair. it was so excruciating that you considered chairing yourself so you could seek medical help immediately, but your legs were broken. you couldn't move an inch.

♡ once you finally went comatose, you faded back to the manor and martha hopped into the dungeon, panicking when she saw the blood pooling below you.

♡ his foggy blades had ripped through everything you had and you weren't looking good. you were rushed to the emergency wing where emily tended to you. the doctor was thankful you were comatose, because if you were conscious the disinfectants she used were so strong you would have let out screams of agony that she could never forget.

♡ naib burst through the doors the moment he heard of your condition. he kicked a hole in the wall when he saw how many machines you were hooked up to.

♡ had he been there, he never would have let this happen. martha is young, inexperienced. she wouldn't have been willing to sacrifice herself for you either. naib would have broken all of his bones himself if it could save you from simply bruising one.

♡ the usually stoic naib was wracked with grief, hiccuping back sobs and clinging to your bandaged frame. emily's heart broke as she heard him mutter "don't go, please baby don't leave me," whenever your breathing would spike.

♡ naib is furious with himself and with everyone who let this happen to you. his fists shake his rage and he nearly bites the head off anyone who tries to speak to him.

♡ none of the other survivors can console him. when he does leave your room, his actions are frantic and his interactions with others are limited. naib has complete hope that you'll wake up and he doesn't want to miss it. also, as much as he doesn't want to admit, he wants to be the first thing you see when you rise.

♡ the doctor and mercenary grew quite close over their shared anguish for you. naib would take your vitals as you slept and help flush out your IVs when necessary. he has some experience with tending to wounded soldiers so he knows all about the proper procedures for you.

♡ however, he's never seen something like exsanguination before. he can't bear to see you be drained. naib has seen plenty of disturbing and life altering sights but he needs to step out of the room when his lover is undergoing such a process. it would traumatize him more than your status already has.

♡ he cries himself to sleep every night. the thought of losing you claws the breaths out of his throat. he pulls up a bed beside yours and stays stationed there all night, only leaving when necessary.

♡ your steady breaths in the dead of the night help to ease his nerves but he can't stay asleep for too long in case that breathing stops and he isn't able to save you again.

♡ on the day you're scheduled to wake up, naib prepares a feast and a bouquet for you. you receive several bouquets from your friends, but naib consulted emma for the best, most romantic flowers to choose.

♡ your eyes flutter open to the sight of naib jogging towards you, eyes as wide as saucers as his fingers run through his hair in disbelief. so overjoyed he can't form a single word. he peppers you with kisses and his hot tears drip onto your cheeks.

♡ the bags under his eyes are a sign that naib hasn't been boding well with your affliction. pull him into your chest, mindful of any tubes you may still be connected to, and let him rest there. speak every once in a while or card your fingers through his chestnut hair stained with sweat so he knows that you're still with him.

♡ when he wakes up to you smiling down at him, he knows things will be okay. of course he'll be extra protective of you, but this has taught him that you won't go down without a fight. it's a tad reassuring for the mercenary.

♡ once you're able to walk and fight again, naib never lets you play against jack again for good measure, and he never leaves your side during matches. it doesn't matter how many rescuers the team has, naib is staying. and he's not letting you out of his reach, never again.

JOSEPH DESAULNIERS ;;

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♡ joseph knows what courting a survivor entails. you're going to be hurt by the people he lives with and there's nothing he can do about it. he warns everyone to be gentle with his s/o, but the photographer's words fall to deaf ears during grisly rank matches.

♡ this match was one of those. one where zero survivors made it past the exit gate and the feaster was left to triumph over his four victims.

♡ you had been left to bleed out after reaching your self heal limit. hastur's mighty tentacle whipped you stronger than usual, breaking your ribs and leaving you wheezing for air. the red waves of pain that pulsed through your body with every breath left you a bawling puddle on the ground, curling into a fetal position as you silently pleaded to a god that wasn't listening for the last kiter to be chaired already.

♡ mike was finally stuffed into a chair and flown back to the manor while you oozed into the ground and landed on the cold tiled floor of the manor with a thud. he gasped when he saw your condition and alerted emily right away.

♡ laying in the hospital bed, joseph teleported into the room with knitted brows and a green tint to his complexion. the sheen of bile on his chin told you he had thrown up before arriving.

♡ your approaching lover, screaming as he saw your eyes close, was the last thing you witnessed before passing out for days.

♡ as far as joseph knew, you were dead.

♡ for the second time in his life, he lost the most important person to him. he shrieked and whimpered out sobs that chilled emily to the bone. she had to explain right away that you were alive, only comatose, and you were expected to make it through.

♡ the photographer didn't believe her. he saw the bones sticking out of your torso and the blood staining your shirt, he wasn't blind. his lover was dead.

♡ emily had to politely usher him out of the room as she and aesop went to work on your body, draining the blood to restore you to your former glory. this has happened to survivors before and you were no exception.

♡ as they operated on you, joseph struggled to walk back to your room. he clung to the walls and tables lining the hallways of the manor but nothing could propel his legs to move. they felt like bricks, chaining him down to the cold tiles you collapsed on upon your doomed arrival.

♡ there isn't a shred of hope inside of joseph's body. he isn't an optimistic person, especially not when he saw his darling draw their final, ragged breath. you had the death rattle. the same rattle claude had in his final moments.

♡ he saw aesop approach your hospital room. joseph took this as a sign of your departure, when it really was emily asking for a second hand to improve your chances of survival. all the critical thinking skills leave joseph's body when you're in any sort of danger.

♡ for days he laid in your bed back in your bedroom and slept with your clothes until your scent drifted away, replaced with his musty one from not bathing. he didn't want to wash you off of him. there was a small fleck of your blood on his sleeve that he would cherish forever as a memento of you.

♡ just as he became obsessed with capturing people after claude's death, joseph was itching to claim some lives due to yours. firstly he was going to snap a picture of the barbaric feaster who dared to steal his love away from him, then the survivors in the match with you who could have saved you.

♡ his final photograph was going to be your gorgeous corpse so you could truly be preserved forever.

♡ dragging his camera equipment down the halls, he was promptly stopped by emily calling his name. she told him to come to the hospital wing to visit you.

♡ he was appalled that the doctor would dare to ask him to look at his dead lover while he was busy avenging them. joseph was moments away from trapping her in his camera world for all of eternity, pinning the woman down and reaching for his film, when she exclaimed that you were awake.

♡ he gripped his lens so hard it shattered and cut his hands.

♡ with a snap of his fingers, joseph teleported back to your bedside where you were eating a plain cheese sandwich, a bit groggy with a bedhead but awake.

♡ he thought he was hallucinating.

♡ but he wasn't.

♡ you perked up where you sat and he dashed into your arms, deep cries rumbling from his chest as his tears stained your gown. his nose was dripping with snot and he had an almost vacant stare on his face as he scanned your features. feeling down your body, his hands ghosted against some bloodstained bandages wrapped tightly against your torso. he could feel your heartbeat thrum beneath his fingertips. you were okay.

♡ you were okay.

♡ joseph proposed to you and promised to murder any hunter who hurts you again. they all listen to him.

♡ though joseph's possessiveness and obsessiveness over you grew tenfold, you were never going to be hurt again and the thought lulled him to sleep every night as you snored in his arms. he was going to protect this innocent bundle sleeping with him until he drew his last breath.

#THAT HC ABT BLEEDING OUT... OUCH #naib subedar x reader #joseph desaulniers x reader #joseph desaulniers #naib subedar #idv x reader #identity v imagines

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The Sacrifice Part 3: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: everything is just out of reach.

wc: 1.7k

tw: none (semi-smut will be coming soon! I just wanted a soft moment for our little protagonist who has been through so much)

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You have until sundown.

Without Geto or Gojo around, things are quiet. No one comes to visit. It’s just you, Clymentestra, Helen, Serena, Danai, and Ariadne wandering around or making small talk in the alcoves of the Temple, while you wait for the sun to sink below the sky and bring you immortality. The Temple... That’s what you decided to call it. Cly called it something like “The Everlasting Residence of His Holiness, Geto Suguru, The Dragon God of blah blah blah...”, but saying “the Temple” was much easier for you and your brain to handle.

You discovered the following interesting rooms in your snooping session earlier: a set of bathrooms that were exactly identical to each other on opposite ends of a hallway, a room filled to the brim with books that you couldn’t read, a locked door that lead to a dungeon (you suspected), and another room filled with portraits of beings you didn’t know. Well, except Megumi. Megumi was in there, looking just like he did when you met him the day before. Boring.

Now, you’re just waiting on someone to come and find you to tell you that Geto is back, or that lunch is ready. Whichever comes first. But as you wait, thoughts of your impending transfer from mortal to immortal cloud your mind. Would every day be like this? Gossip with the others, wait for Geto to command you around, then sleep?

Is that what eternal life held for you?

Your train of thought is carried away on the wind when you see something blue and green winding its way down from the sky and into the field in front of the temple, followed by a white dragon.

Gojo… and…? You consider running down to the field to greet them, but your feet won’t move. Clymenestra doesn’t come to fetch you, so it’s not an urgent matter, you assume. Or she’s keeping you hidden, your mind whispers, and you remember the interaction from the day before:

“Don’t go blabbing your mouth to your stupid father, either. Geto would prefer to keep her under wraps for now.”

Did this have anything to do with your lack of immortality? And why is Geto so hell-bent on you becoming immortal, anyway? You ponder upon all of this as you toss open the doors to your chambers and walk down the left hallway, towards the dining hall. On the way there, you pass the locked door again, and for a moment, you press your ear to the wood to see if you can hear anything inside.

Nothing.

You straighten up, then enter the dining hall moments later, coming face to face with Gojo, who is sitting across from a pink-haired youth. “Oh,” Gojo stands, and smiles tightly, his eyes darting to the doors behind you. “Wrong room, darling. The kitchen is back there,” he prods, pushing you out of the dining room quickly and into the corridor to the kitchen, the youth’s eyes following you.

“Gojo, I have a ques--”

“Can it wait? Listen, you’re not supposed to be out of your rooms right now. And where the hell is Cly?” he hisses, looking about with a raised brow.

“Who is that in the dining room?”

“It doesn’t matter right now,” Gojo retorts tersely, removing his hand from your arm. “You need to stay in your rooms until Geto comes back. If he knows Yuji saw you, he’d be--”

“Can you at least tell me why Geto wants me to become immortal so badly?”

“No!” Gojo yells, staring at you intensely. “It’s enough that Megumi knows about you. Just do as I say or both of our asses will get hung out to dry, got it?” You shrink away from the angry man and brush past him to go back to your rooms immediately. When you sit on your bed and examine your bruised arm, you wonder why everyone is so secretive. It’s possible that you would glean more information upon your turn from human into immortal, but you can’t wait that long.

Or at least, you don’t want to.

But you’re forced to.

Lunch doesn’t come for another three hours, and by that time, you’ve lost any semblance of an appetite. So when Serena sits the offerings down in front of you, you just turn away and watch the sea tide roll in and out, like the thoughts rolling in and out of your mind.

“Where’s Cly?” you ask, and Selene inhales deeply.

“She’s away. The God of Death has called upon her.” You spin around in your seat, frowning deeply.

“She’s dying?”

“No,” Serena wipes her shaking green hands on her dress, and looks away from you. “His Omnipresence calls upon her from time to time for… entertainment.” By the looks of Serena’s expression, you don’t want to know what she means by that word, nor do you want to ask any further questions.

“Why does Geto allow this?” you whisper, but Serena bites her lip.

“He doesn’t know.” That’s all you need to hear. You turn back around, feeling your emotions stir inside of your stomach. “You should eat something before the ceremony,” she adds, but you shake your head.

“I’m not hungry.”

You fall asleep in that chair, only awakening when you’re lightly tapped on the shoulder by someone behind you. When you look up, you meet the soft eyes of Clymenestra, and you wonder how she’s doing before releasing she’s holding a red and gold robe in her hands.

“Get dressed and meet me in the hallway,” she whispers in the semi-darkness. You take the garment and she leaves the room silently, allowing you to disrobe in private. Once you’re redressed, you exit your room and meet Cly in the hallway.

As you follow her to an unknown destination, your heart pounds wildly in your chest, and you can feel nervousness gnawing away at your resolve. Could you back out of this? Or was it too late? All answers pointed to “too late” as your feet make contact with the warm sand of the beach behind the Temple. There, gathered in the sand, are Geto, Gojo, and the other four women.

Geto is half-clothed and holding a piece of parchment paper - only his lower body is covered in solid black kun pants, but his chest is covered in black swirls and symbols that you can’t decipher. Gojo is dressed similarly, his chest smeared in silver paint, and you wonder what everything stands for. But your curiosity is short-lived when your back is to the sea and Cly is standing behind Gojo, her eyes trained on you.

“Y/n, you were brought to my realm as a sacrifice, but you have accepted my offering of eternal life,” Geto begins, holding up the parchment and reading from it slowly. “As Dragon God and head of all things in this realm, I bequeath this gift to you.” He then hands you the parchment paper, and you accept it tentatively, wondering what to do next.

“Read it,” Gojo coughs, and your mouth dries up. When you look to Cly for help, she presses her lips together and nods at you, encouraging you to go on.

But you can’t.

“I can’t read,” you croak softly, but it’s too soft, as evidenced by Geto’s confused face.

“I’m sorry. Say that again, y/n.”

“I…” You inhale shakily. “I can’t read.” Everyone’s face goes from confusion to understanding, then trepidation.

“You… can’t read?” Gojo murmurs and Geto blinks in shock.

“Then she can’t…” Cly whispers back.

“The ceremony will be postponed,” Geto announces and takes the parchment from you. “We will have to teach you how to read first.”

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Shame accompanies you as you sit on your bed and watch the others eat. Your body, however, wants to close in on itself and disappear. Food is the last thing on your mind right now.

“My cousin never learned how to read,” Ariadne mentions, pulling her fish apart, and other women echo her sentiments. You know they’re trying to be kind, but it doesn’t achieve the effect they desire at all. It just makes you feel even dumber than before.

Your door swings open a moment later, and Cly walks in, followed by Geto.

“Ladies, His Holiness is requesting the room.” The other women vanish in a mess of giggles and murmurs, leaving you and Geto alone as Clymenestra closes the doors. Geto strolls about in your room for what feels like ages until he stops in front of you in the bed.

“I did not know you couldn’t read.”

“No one does, your Holiness,” you reply, looking to your hands in your lap.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he offers and holds up a book in his right hand. You watch him approach the bed carefully, then sit on the edge, his long black locks obscuring his facial features as he flips through the tome. “I’ll start coming by every evening to help you learn. Clymenestra has offered to help you learn how to write during the day. That way, you’re learning both at the same time.”

“Your Holiness, you are too ki--” Geto places his hand on your leg, looking up at you with his bottomless onyx eyes. You’re stunned into silence by his look - which isn’t one of pity. It’s one of compassion and kindness, and you can’t help but notice how handsome he looks in the flickering lamplight.

“Y/n, it is my duty and my honor to help you in this way. You returned something very precious to me, and I think it is only right to give you something just as timeless.”

“Did you get an answer from the Rain God?” you ask, and Geto drops his eyes.

“Yuta is displeased with your city for many reasons. He has demanded to speak with you personally about atonement, which is another reason why it is imperative for you to become immortal as soon as possible.”

“And the first reason why…?”

“I cannot answer that right now,” Geto whispers, and then opens the book again, shifting it so you could see the pages. “We should try this one. I like this story; it’s about a mermaid named Mija and a starfish named Nuri.”

You finger the gold-lettered pages carefully, feeling the smooth foil underneath your fingers, and Geto places your finger on the first word, holding your hand gently.

“Once”; the second word: “upon”; the third: “a”; the final word: “time”.

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emilia3546 · 3 years

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Shadowsinger Part 11 - Gwynriel

ACOSF Spoilers! Do Not read this unless you have finished ACOSF and the Azriel bonus chapter

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*****

Azriel's heart sank, and he shoved Nesta to the side, knocking both her and Cassian out of the way as a bolt of power shot down the stairs. A slow clap sounded while Azriel glanced around, another way out, there had to be one,

"It seems the bird got out of the cage. Such a shame it'll never fly free." Azriel waved a hand subtly at Nesta, and she froze, his brother's attention was still fixed on him, if she moved, Azriel didn't want to think what would happen if he decided to really use that killing power. Get back in your cage." The door to his cell swung open, and Azriel fixed his brother with a glare, shadows gathering around him,

"You know what, I don't think I will." He leaped forwards, pressing himself against the wall beside the staircase, green light rushing past moments later. The back exit, where was it?

Find another exit.

Shadows raced off in all directions, and Azriel waited, in a few moments his brother would lose his patience, and, shit. Footsteps on stone, he rolled forwards, shielding Cassian and Nesta, his wings spread wide to take the brunt of any attack. Weapon, he needed a weapon, or at least a shield of some sort. He had seconds before his brother located them, even with the shadows cloaking him from sight. A second set of footsteps joined the first, lighter, more cautious. Azriel sent shadows flying for that second figure, and dodged the immediate blast of power from his brother, letting it shoot over his head. The second guard stumbled backwards, and yelped when Azriel slammed into him, twisting the pommel of his sword out of his grip, and swiping the dagger from his belt.

At a glance, Nesta was trying to drag Cassian away, down the corridor,

Behind them, all the way down, there's a way out.

"Run!" He bellowed, and tossed Nesta the dagger, taking up a defensive position to slow the guards starting to return to the dungeons. Nesta grunted behind him, she was still too close, and Cassian said something, too quietly for Azriel to make out the words, but the urgency was obvious,

"No," Nesta sobbed, "I can't," she repeated over and over, she couldn't leave him, Azriel dared a glance over his shoulder, and cursed at the sight of more guards blocking their exit. If she were alone, Nesta could escape, but convincing her to leave Cassian, no, she would never do it.

Even armed, even with his shadows darting around, disorienting his enemies, attacking them, there were too many of them. This was it. He was going to die here.

Azriel was forced backwards, until he was stood back to back with Nesta, Cassian struggling to rise to his feet between them. Azriel dropped a hand onto his shoulder,

"It's been an honor, brother."

*****

Gwyn set the bedside table down, right where the old one had sat, and glanced around the room, the same, but different, altogether too new, unused. She sank onto the bed, and the shadow came to rest in her lap,

"I miss them," It shuffled and swirled up her arm, nestling against her cheek, "Do you miss him? Of course you do, thank you for staying with me." Even with him gone, a little part of Azriel would always be with her so long as the shadow remained. The room was exactly as it had been only a few days prior, but so different, so un-Azriel somehow, maybe it was just that he wasn't there any more, even his scent was fading with the old furniture having been removed. Gwyn squeezed his jacket tighter around herself, and closed her eyes.

"Someone's there!" Mor's voice echoed through the House, "Gwyn?"

"Here!"

"Nuala just got back, someone is at that old keep, we don't know who but-" Gwyn was already moving, already sprinting for her room, collecting her weapons on an instinct. She sighed as she switched Azriel's jacket for her own, his was way too big, she'd never be able to fight properly, let alone quietly in it, no, she had to wear her own. She left it on her bed as she ran back to Mor,

"When do we leave?"

Rhysand had winnowed her with him out to the keep, and Mor had complained bitterly at being left behind, but Gwyn could move and fight silently, and only one person was likely to be able to get in. Rhysand had brought her because he knew the layout of the keep, at least in theory, if it was anything like the others built at the same time, he knew the layout. But he would have to guide her from outside, mentally.

Gwyn took one final, shuddering breath, and let him in,

Breathe,

She did, slowing her breaths, stilling her mind, panic was no good now. She was the rock against which the surf crashes. She was a Valkyrie. She was Gwyneth Berdara, and she would not be afraid.

The keep itself was almost silent, only the echoing of far-off footsteps and the candles and torches along the wall proved that she wasn't alone.

Okay, go left here,

Gwyn pressed herself against the wall, and dared a quick glance down the corridor, one guard, facing away from her. She stepped into the corridor, keeping to the shadowy places along the wall, her footsteps muffled by her shadow, well, Azriel's shadow. The guard didn't turn around until she was right behind him, his eyes widening as he drew breath to shout. Gwyn slammed the hilt of her dagger into his temple, and his eyes rolled back as he collapsed. Gwyn made sure to catch him, and lowered him slowly to the floor, avoiding the clatter of his armor on the stone.

Rhysand guided her deeper into the keep, she met few guards, too few, something was wrong.

How many guards should there be?

It depends, but you should have met at least ten by now.

There's been four.

Four?

Yeah.

He waited a while to respond, as if he were trying to decide something, probably whether to tell her to get out of there,

That's not normal, you know that?

I'm not leaving without them.

Be on your guard.

There were no more guards until Gwyn heard the clash of metal on metal, and almost launched into a run. The corridor she'd been walking down lit up more and more with each step, until she found a stairway,

That should take you to the dungeons, be careful.

I will.

She sent the shadow to check if it was safe, and it flew back to her almost immediately, both trying to go back down, and back the way she had come. It was torn between protecting her and Azriel, he was down there, he had to be. If the shadow wanted her to run, something was wrong, she had to move, now.

The dungeon was filled with guards, there were three at the base of the stairs, and too many to count beyond that. Gwyn couldn't fight her way through,

There's too many, I can't see them,

Wait.

I can't.

Gwyn. Wait. I'm on my way, the way you came is clear. Wait for me.

She should wait, but she couldn't, Azriel was there, Nesta was there, Cassian was there, if she waited, every lost second could spell their doom. She glanced around, torches, there were torches along the wall. She tugged experimentally on one, it didn't budge, she put more weight onto it, and pulled herself up, climbing over the guards' heads. She braced herself to fall, waiting for a few heartbeats, but the torch's stand held strong, she leaped to the next one, almost slipping, but the clashing of blades covered the sound. She scrambled up, moving to the next one, and the next. They were only a couple of feet apart, but each jump felt like forever. She paused on the next, catching her breath, and reassessed the situation. There, only a few more jumps away, Azriel was back to back with Nesta, guards coming from both sides. She thanked all the gods that the corridor was so narrow, only three guards could attack at once. Azriel stumbled, armed with a sword from one of the fallen guards, and Nesta braced against his weight, helping him regain his feet, her own sword looked heavy, she was tiring. Cassian, where was Cassian? There, on the floor, he blinked, trying to rise, and collapsed again, and Gwyn had to clap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out at the sight of him.

Oh gods, there was so much blood, not all of it was his, of course, but his wings, oh gods, that was bone sticking out of one of them, and that glazed look in his eyes, Gwyn had seen that look before, how he was still trying to fight was beyond her. Even as he stumbled, he said something, and Nesta whirled, slamming her sword into a guard's gut, he was warning her, guiding her blade. That look in his eyes, he knew it, he was still fighting for her, even though, even though Cassian was dying.

Nesta turned, presumably to check on Cassian and Azriel, and let out a sob when she saw Cassian slumped against the wall, unmoving, silent. She was forced to turn away to block a blow from a guard, but Gwyn was close enough that she could just about make out her words,

"Cass, come on, please, you're gonna be okay, please," Her sword arm was shaking, and Azriel moved to cover her as she dropped to her knees beside her mate, holding his face, and begging him to hold on, just a bit longer. Azriel's strength was waning now, he couldn't hold off attacks from two sides for long. One last jump brought Gwyn close enough to finally help. Red misted her vision at the sight of a sword hurtling towards him, right for his exposed back as he handled another guard. Gwyn didn't think, didn't plan, she just moved.

That guard was dead before his sword got anywhere near Azriel, but close enough that Azriel realized how close it had been when he turned, surprise glimmering in his eyes,

"Gwyn? You have to go, leave us, go!"

"I can't." She moved again on an instinct, blocking another blow that Azriel had missed in his shock, "Rhysand's on his way, we just have to hold on until he gets here. We're getting out." Gwyn took up Nesta's position, her fear a metallic tang in the back of her mouth, especially at the rumble of power that rolled through the dungeons. She hardly noticed the shadows around her, darting forwards, helping her with each blow, each enemy, before darting away to Azriel.

They didn't need to speak, each move was together, as one, he moved, she moved, she moved, he moved. Gwyn rolled backwards, Azriel stepped around her to cover her, Azriel stepped sideways, Gwyn whirled to dispatch that enemy. Each movement was easy, fluid, unhurried, Gwyn fell into a familiar headspace, the same as it had been on Ramiel, but this time is wasn't her sisters she was protecting, it was her, whatever Azriel was.

Power rumbled through the dungeons again, and Azriel shoved her sideways against the wall, throwing his wings up around her as dark power tore through the remaining guards. Gwyn gasped, and hid her face against Azriel,

"It's Rhys, it's okay." He released her moments later, "He'll cover our escape, let's go," he looked around again and swore,

"What?"

"Their leader, my half-brother, he's gone, the coward." Azriel grunted as he hauled Cassian to his feet, with Nesta on his other side, half-dragging him the way they had come. Gwyn followed, keeping an eye out for danger, with Cassian almost completely unconscious, neither Azriel or Nesta would be able to carry him and fight, that was Gwyn's job.

"Is he -" Rhysand's eyes widened at the sight of them, of Cassian

"He's alive, just about." Cassian's head was hanging low, his eyes closed, his breathing ragged and shallow.

"Get him out of here." Gwyn ran up the stairs, taking two at a time, and nodded, desperately wishing that they would move faster, she had no idea how many guards there might be in total, more might show up at any moment. Adrenaline faded as they made their way out, movements becoming slower, injuries more crippling, so much so that by the time they had made it outside, into the fresh night air, Azriel was dragging a leg behind him, his breathing shallow as he hauled Cassian with him. They had to stop, if they didn't, he'd keel over, and Gwyn had no idea how to go about healing anything. There was a grassy bank a few hundred meters away,

"There, can you make it?" Azriel grunted in response, and Gwyn grabbed Cassian's arm from him, "I'll take over," together, she and Nesta just about managed to carry his unconscious weight to the cover of the bank. It was only when she set him down that Gwyn got a chance to really see the scope of Cassian's injuries. His face was pallid, and far too pale, pale from the blood seeping from his wings mostly, broken almost beyond recognition, a bone sticking out of the right one. His breathing was shallow, uneven, and Gwyn gently ran her hands along his ribs, three, no four, broken, another cracked, possibly more, and then there was the sword wound. Nesta was already pressing her hands against the ragged wound in his side, and Gwyn shrugged off her jacket, "Use this." Nesta nodded, her eyes unseeing, tears flooding down her face.

Azriel hung back, avoiding getting in the way probably, but he was injured too, it was just Nesta that had gotten off lightly, but that was probably why Cassian was as bad as he was, he'd undoubtedly protected her.

"Sit down, Az, honestly." Gwyn had no idea what she could do about Cassian's wings, and the bleeding was slowing, so she could at least do what she could for Azriel. "Is it just that?" She gestured to the wound on his leg, and he just stared straight at her,

"You came."

"Of course I did, did you think I was going to still tight and wait?"

"You shouldn't have. It was dangerous."

"Excuse you, why do you think I'm training?"

"Not to clear up my messes."

"Your mess?" Gwyn blinked in disbelief, "How is this your fault?" Azriel shrugged, and muttered something, just loud enough for her to hear, but no one else,

"It always is." Her heart broke a those words, and she froze,

"It is not." Tears threatened to fall, and she didn't stop them, "You are the bravest male, no, bravest person I've ever met, and you have saved countless lives, avoided countless disasters, the Night Court would be long destroyed without you." She knelt beside him, and cupped his face, "Don't for one second think that, okay?" For perhaps the first time ever, Azriel smiled and muttered,

"Okay."

"Now. Is it just that?" She pointed again at the leg wound,

"Oh. Yeah."A shadow danced around Gwyn's head,

"Liar," she crooned, "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" She raised an eyebrow, "Broken ribs," he admitted, and she groaned,

"Idiot. I can't do anything about the ribs though," She pressed the wound, the bloodflow already slowing with him being still.

Gwyn.

Rhysand's voice tapped against her mind, and she let him in,

Where did you go?

Grassy bank. Hurry up.

Moments later he crested the bank, and jogged the few steps to reach them, Gwyn had finished patching Azriel up, and turned back to Cassian, he still wasn't waking up, but at least the blood had stopped flowing from that sword wound. Nesta was still quietly crying and begging him not to leave her, Rhysand placed a hand on her shoulder, and said something quietly, and she let him pass, his hands hovering over Cassian's right wing, the one with the bone snapped in two. Gwyn moved to Nesta's side, cradling her head against her chest, she had to hold Nesta tight when Cassian screamed as Rhysand's magic forced the bone back to the right position, and sealed the wound,

"You're hurting him!" She screamed, trying to break free of Gwyn's grip,

"He's fixing the bone, he's helping, he's helping," Gwyn muttered, letting Nesta cling on to her as she cried,

"I can't, Gwyn, I can't, I - I need him," she broke off as another sob forced its way out,

"I know, I know, Nes, I know. You're not losing him, you're not, okay?" Nesta nodded, but tears were still streaming down her face, "He's gonna be okay." Cassian screamed again as Rhysand set the other dislocated or fractured bones to where they should sit, and Nesta cried harder with each cry of pain from Cassian, until her whole body was shaking with the sobs. She rushed towards him as soon as Rhysand stopped, cupping his face in her hands, running her gaze across his wings, checking that they were really okay,

"Thank you," she whispered, and noticed his ribs were untouched, but Rhysand pre-empted the question,

"I'm no good at ribs," he admitted, "But we should be able to move him now,"

"Why isn't he waking up?" Nesta demanded, and Rhysand threw his hands up,

"Because he'd be in a lot of pain, so I knocked him out."

"But he'll be okay?" Nesta's usually powerful, commanding voice had fallen quiet, shaky, and her shoulders were shaking as she brushed the hair out of Cassian's face, and softly kissed his brow. Azriel limped his way towards them, holding on to Gwyn as she held Rhysand's hand, while Nesta gripped the other, and braced herself to winnow.

*****

Rhys winnowed them directly into Madja's house, to the room she used to house patients, and shouted for her, apologizing for showing up this late, but she just waved him off, rushing to Cassian's side. Gwyn forced Azriel to sit on the second be in the room, fussing again now that they were safe,

"You're damn lucky, Rhysand, if you'd got this wrong," she gestured to Cassian's wings, "He might not have been able to fly again, as it is, it's not perfect, but I can fix it." She finished fixing his ribs, and bound his wound before crossing to Azriel, and he winced when she re-set his ribs, and bound his own wound, "You can sleep in your own room, Azriel, Cassian stays here, I need to keep an eye on him tonight."

"Will he be okay?" Madja's professional demeanor dropped for a moment as she took Nesta's hands,

"I hope so, he's lost a lot of blood but he's survived this far, so he should make a full recovery, you can stay with him if you like." Nesta nodded,

"Thank you." Madja squeezed her hands,

"Go get some sleep the rest of you, Mother knows you need it.

Rhys winnowed Azriel and Gwyn back to the House before wishing them goodnight and promising to see them in the morning. For a proper debrief is what he didn't need to add. Gwyn led Azriel straight back to his room, and pulled out a set of sleeping clothes for him, grabbing a spare shirt and turned around for him to change, she seemed to know that he needed quiet to sort through his own mind, but still wrapped her arms around him, reassuring herself that he was okay, and he held her against him. Azriel didn't miss the fact that she'd just changed into one of his spare shirts, that his scent was all over her, and hers all over him, but it was comforting somehow, just to have someone be that comfortable with him,

"You need to rest," she murmured, and guided him to the bed, pulling herself a chair over, he didn't miss the movement, tried not to think how he had slept in a chair beside her too many nights recently. She had slept in his bed before, but maybe after that nightmare was different than normal, he wouldn't ask her if she wanted to share, she'd probably go back to her bed anyway once he was asleep. Still, his mind emptied when she clasped his hands and brought them to her lips, before leaning against the bed and closing her eyes as he closed his.

Gwyn held his hands all night, and she was still leaning against the bed when Azriel woke the next morning, his head clearer than it had ever been the morning after a return home. She opened her eyes and looked across at him, her eyes full of hope, and leaned closer to brush her lips against his, smiling as she sat up,

"I missed you," she mumbled, "I was so worried, especially when we couldn't find you."

"How did you find us?"

"The shadow." Ah, he'd been wondering if it really had been able to sense the others,

"Thank you, for coming to find me."

"Always," she whispered.

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bonjour-rainycity · 3 years

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Odin’s Ward ~ Chapter 14

Link to previous part:

https://bonjour-rainycity.tumblr.com/post/638547377817550848/odins-ward-chapter-13

Pairing: Loki x female reader

Word count: 3943

Warnings: Mentions of violence (non-graphic)

True age: Y/n: 1449 // Loki: 1575 // Thor: 1827 // Audunn 3213

Human equivalent age: Y/n: 23 // Loki: 25 // Thor: 29// Audunn: 51

Loki’s POV

“He planted his seeds in my half of the land,” the farmer spits, red in the face with anger. Odin’s expression is calm, but I, as much as this annoys me, know him well enough to tell when he is putting on a facade.

“I should get what’s sown! It’s my land!”

“But they’re my seeds,” the other farmer counters, face equally splotchy.

I sigh deeply, unfathomably bored with these trivial exchanges. It’s the third Thursday of the month, a time when peasants and nobles alike can bring their concerns before the Royal Family. We occupy the throne room, an intricate chair for us each placed in an intimidating line. I sit to my mother’s left, Thor to Odin’s right. A familiar anger boils within me. Of course the Golden Child sits at the King’s right. Not that I want to be any closer to Odin, but Thor’s position clearly communicates his status: he is next in line for the throne. The bitterness builds. Really, was there ever any contest?

Without warning, Farmer One lunges at Farmer Two, knocking him over the head with a sharp punch. I keep my calm exterior, but internally, my interest piques. Maybe this won’t be a completely wasted day after all.

But to my disappointment, four guards quickly put the skirmish to an end. Both men are taken to the dungeons.

Problem solved, I guess.

The interest I felt only seconds ago abandons me as I see a nearly identical pair to the last come forward.

I slouch.

“Stop her!”

The shout, which comes from a guard outside the throne room, is followed by a loud clamoring as armored guards chase after an unknown offender. And although I logically know it’s probably just some widow trying to cut in line, my hand inches towards my mother, ready to take her to safety if need be. Thor stands, putting on quite the show of a dutiful son. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes. Against all odds, the noises don’t subside—they get closer to our location. Mother shoots Odin an alarmed look.

But when the intruder enters the throne room, my stomach drops to my feet.

I straighten, back stiff with tension and I can do nothing but stare on in complete shock. I feel my fingers straining with the grip they have on the throne’s arms, but I barely take notice. All I can notice is the shaking, muddy, tear-stained and windblown woman standing in front of me.

It’s Y/n.

A messy, frightened version of Y/n, to be sure, but it’s still her.

My heart aches with a feeling I thought I had long-ago purged.

Thor is the first to break from the shock and hurries down to Y/n, waving away the guards who have attached themselves to her arms. Noticing her tattered dress and shivering form, he takes off his red cloak and wraps it around her, looking at her with the concern and surprise I’m sure we all wear on our faces.

In a hoarse but firm voice, Y/n addresses us. “May I approach the King?”

In a pinched voice, Odin responds. “You may.”

Y/n curtsies as best as she can and takes two wobbly steps forward. Thor hovers near her uncertainly, obviously wondering if she’s about to collapse.

Y/n gives me a fleeting look and my mouth runs dry.

She turns her attention back to Odin. “I’ve come to request aid from Asgard. Two days ago, my husband raised an army against my father. Since then, the realm has been thrown into chaos. Brother murders brother and citizens switch sides as the tides of the battle change. It’s civil war.” She swallows, finding it difficult to continue. “Casualties are estimated at three thousand so far, but I have been gone for several hours. That number has likely risen.”

Odin has the nerve to sound dubious when he speaks. “And just how did you end up here if the realm is indeed engulfed in chaos as you say?”

Through my shock, I still find room to be annoyed by Odin.

Y/n seems to steel herself and looks him right in the eye. “My husband locked me in the dungeon with others deemed to be a threat to his reign. I believe he would have killed me if it were not that his claim to power dies with me. He’s been so preoccupied with trying to overthrow my father that those loyal to me were able to take advantage and help me and my maidservant escape. It took a long time but we were finally able to sneak through the castle and into the observatory, where we took the Bifrost to Asgard.

Odin purses his lips, seeming unaffected by Y/n’s story. “And this maidservant. Can she corroborate your tale?”

Y/n’s face flushes. “It’s not a tale! Your Highness, people are being slaughtered. Look at my shoes!” She kicks one off and holds it up for us to see. Mother stifles a gasp. Y/n’s shoe is caked with blood. Dark, clotted blood sticks all over the bottom and side of her shoe. Upon further inspection, I see that it continues over her ankles and the lower parts of her dress. “Blood like this is running through the castle halls. I can only hope the fighting is confined to the castle and that the carnage has not yet reached the lower town.” Y/n takes another step forward, stronger this time. “Your Majesty, please. They may live far away, but they are still your people. I fear that if we wait much longer, Audunn will take control and anyone loyal to me or my father will be executed.”

Odin squints, mulling over his options. “My help does not come freely.”

Oh how I hate this man.

Y/n grits her teeth but nods. “Then let us negotiate quickly.”

“Asgard’s army will step in and restore your father to the throne. Your husband and his supporters will be put to death or imprisoned.”

Y/n’s lack of reaction is noticeable.

“Your husband’s death does not trouble you?” Odin’s voice seeps with judgement.

“Audunn has made his choices. He must suffer the consequences.” Knowing Y/n so well allows me to detect the malice in her voice. I stifle a mirthless chuckle. So it seems we’ve both been hardened by the world.

Odin nods. “Very well. Since you will be without a husband and my son is still unmarried, I propose the obvious solution.”

My heart stops.

No.

“You and Thor will wed.”

“Father!” Thor’s explosion is the loudest, but Y/n provides her own objections as well. I swallow mine down, retreating into myself. He will get everything that was ever dear to me. I really shouldn’t be surprised at this point, nor feel the hurt, but still, it stabs deep into my chest. I put a lot of effort towards not letting my pain show.

“Father, you are well aware of my intentions to wed Jane. I love her! Y/n is like a sister to me, I would never consent to be her husband.”

“I will not have the next Queen of Asgard be human!” Odin slams his staff into the ground. “For all I care, you can take Y/n as your wife and keep Jane as your mistress. But make no mistake, Jane will never be your wife, nor will her children be heirs to my throne.”

Odin’s proposal clearly sickens Thor, but Y/n just looks blankly at the ground, noticeably quiet now. The two men continue in their argument, each getting louder than the other with every new point.

“Thor please,” Y/n interjects, her voice breaking on the last word.

Silence rings through the room as all eyes turn to her.

She addresses Thor directly, desperation evident in every inch of her body. “My people are dying. An entire realm will be condemned to slaughter and chaos if we cannot reach an agreement today. I am familiar with a husband who keeps mistresses and am very good at being discrete.”

The heart that I thought had long ago hardened breaks a little.

“I promise our marriage will not interfere with any more aspects of your life than absolutely necessary. We can work out the specifics later but for now, I beg for your cooperation.”

Her earnestness is clear and, with a defeated nod, Thor agrees to make my once lover his wife.

Unable to stand it any longer, I stalk from the room.

Y/n’s POV

Loki strides out of the room, looking bored. That’s it?

It’s not like I expected loud objections and an offer to marry me himself,—it has been over two hundred years and all—but I did expect, at the very least, some recognition. Loki gave no indication that he knew or cared who I was. Even through the shock and exhaustion and fear, hurt still manages to find its way into my heart. I try to shake it off. The task at hand is much more important than my feelings.

“If you are ready, Your Majesty, my people will be eagerly awaiting Asgard’s aid.”

Odin doesn’t look at me. Instead, he gestures to a guard. “Have the warriors gathered and ready within the hour. Thor and I will accompany them to Alfheim.”

Frigga interjects before I can. “What about Loki?”

If he stays in Asgard with me and Frigga, the people might view him as cowardly for not going to fight with the men.

Odin purses his lips unpleasantly. “He has not yet regained my trust.”

What?

Frigga looks away, her mouth set in a hard line. Odin exits the throne room, sparing no one any further glances. As Thor passes me, he gives what I think he hopes is a reassuring smile.

“All will soon be well, Lady Y/n.”

I nod, hoping he’s right. When he’s nearly exited the room, I remember his cloak.

“Wait,” I call, hurrying to him. He drops slightly so I can throw the cloak over his massive shoulders and secure it under his chin. Shame keeps me from looking him in the eyes. After all, if he dies, it will be my fault. I don’t want to marry Thor, but he was a dear friend to me at one point, much like a brother. I don’t want to lose him. “Be safe.”

He nods and gives my shoulder a hesitant squeeze. Then, without another word, he follows Odin out of the room. I can tell it will take him a long time to accept our eventual marriage.

Not like it will be any faster for you.

“Come, sweet Y/n.” Frigga’s voice startles me and pulls me from my thoughts. “I believe you need a hot bath, some supper, and a change of clothes.”

I let out a noise that sounds scarily similar to a heaving sob. “Yes, please.”

{***}

The water is hot and the steam curls the ends of my hair. One servant scrubs the dirt from my nails and another, my back. I sigh, feeling some of the tension finally beginning to leave my body.

Then, comes the guilt.

I’m here in Castle Asgard being pampered by servants, sitting in the company of the Queen, while my people are dying. To distract myself from the strong desire to wallow in guilt and despair, I decide to question Frigga about something that’s been bothering me deeply since my arrival.

“Is Prince Loki alright?” I try to sound casual but don’t quite pull it off. “He seemed…not like himself.”

Frigga exhales heavily, and heartbreak settles in her expression. My stomach clenches in anticipation. Whatever it is, it can’t be good. “It is not really my story to tell…but you have a right to know and I doubt he plans on telling you himself.”

I dare not breathe as I wait for her to continue.

“Odin and I have never been the perfect parents. We’ve made many mistakes over the years, but one has stood out amongst them as the most damaging. And my poor son bore the brunt of the hurt from something that isn’t even his fault.” Frigga takes a moment to fiddle with her hands, not meeting my eyes. “Loki is adopted.”

What? I feel my brows furrow as I try to make sense of this. How is someone just adopted into the monarchy? Royalty is based on blood and marriage, not adoption.

“During the last major war with the Frost Giants, Odin came across a baby. A Frost Giant baby — a son of Laufey, no less.”

I heave a sharp intake of breath. “What?”

She continues, giving me a teary-eyed look. “The baby had magic and unknowingly used its abilities to capture the likeness of an Asgardian child. Odin felt for him and brought him home. You have to understand, Odin and I had been trying for another child for over two hundred years, without success. It had seemed Thor would be our only child, but then the gods dropped this blessing into our laps.” The tears fall then, and she cuts me off as I try to interject with questions. “Because Loki is a blessing, you see. He is my son just as much as Thor is, and I would not trade him for a biological child.” Her voice takes on a desperate, scratchy quality that I’ve never heard from her. “I love Loki. He is my child. And he is part of this family!” Frigga sniffles pitifully and, if I were not naked and soaking with suds and water, I would jump up and hug her. “Unfortunately, Loki does not see it this way. He did not find out the truth from us, but by accident.” A pained look crosses her face. “He thought he was a monster. He still thinks that. And yes, some of his recent actions have been like those of a monster, but I know he isn’t. My poor child is hurting, and he does not know how to handle it.” She takes a steadying breath and turns her eyes to the ceiling. “Odin has essentially sworn Loki off, and Loki has done the same for the rest of us. He still holds some affection for me, but all is lost for his father and brother. He even tried to kill Thor and Jane. Thankfully, the attempt was unsuccessful, but that makes it no less terrifying. It’s a horrible thing to have your sons on opposing sides. After that, Loki—” she shudders violently. “He—he fell off the Bifrost. Well, he was going to fall, and Thor tried to pull him back up, but-but Loki let go.” Her voice breaks and the tears fall freely now.

He…tried to kill himself? I feel a lump rise in my own throat and my breath stops all together. The bath water seems to turn ice cold. My mind races to try and draw the connection between the Loki I knew and the Loki in Frigga’s story.

What happened to him?

“He fell for who knows how long. It was many months before he resurfaced again, though he was not the same person. Not at all. My poor son! He had been brutally tortured and his anger only amplified during his time of isolation.”

I feel my muscles tense and lock into place. Someone tortured Loki? The fury I feel surprises me, scares me even. Never have I wanted to hurt someone like I want to hurt the person who caused Loki pain.

“Loki had grown up his whole life to believe he was destined to be a king. When he realized his true parentage, Loki knew Odin would never allow him to rule.” She frowns. “Odin should not have encouraged him so during his childhood only to rip the possibility away later. But the entity who tortured him—he still won’t tell us who—made Loki believe that he could be king of Midgard. Loki used the Chitarui to attack a Midguardian city and try to force the realm into submission to him. Many people died.”

My heart beats so loudly that I’m sure everyone in the room can hear it. I’m surprised the vibrations aren’t causing waves in my bathwater. As much as I want to cover my ears or run out of the room and denounce Frigga’s words as lies, I can’t. Because no matter how horrifying and outlandish this story sounds, I can’t ignore the fact that the Loki I saw an hour ago was not the same Loki I knew two hundred and fifty years ago. Yes, people change, but not like that. Something really, really awful must have happened to bring about this new Loki.

Frigga continues, sounding weary. “A Midgardian fighting group Thor associates with defeated Loki and the Chitauri. Loki was brought back to Asgard in chains. Odin sentenced him to a five hundred years of imprisonment. There was nothing I could do to lessen the sentence and, of course, Loki has too much pride and hatred for his father to try and lessen it himself. But not long after his imprisonment, the Dark Elves launched an attack on the Nine Realms.”

I furrow my brow. I hadn’t heard of this. How had Alfheim not been aware?

“Loki broke out of prison and aided Thor in the fight against the Dark Elves.” Frigga gives a tearful smile. “Finally, they were on the same side! Loki nearly died in the fight. He protected Jane with his life. Thankfully, Thor was able to bring him back to Asgard in time and the Healers and I saved him with our magic. At mine and Thor’s behest, Odin begrudgingly ended Loki’s imprisonment. We all agreed that Loki’s sacrifice and willingness to protect the Nine Realms atoned for his crimes. I truly thought that was the turning point and that my Loki would be back.”

She sighs, looking at her hands once more. “But Loki is still a changed man. The lies, betrayals, hurt, and anger penetrated too deeply into his soul. Now he is cold, distant, spiteful, and he always wears a mask. No one can ever guess what he is feeling, because he refuses to give any indication of it! I worry he is not letting himself heal. And he is trying to push away the people he loves most.” Her voice softens, and she places a tender hand on my soapy cheek. “Do not be surprised if he does the same to you.”

{***}

Since my most immediate needs have been taken care of, I have ample energy to worry.

My stomach, in a near-constant state of unease since my escape from the dungeons, churns. My mind darts from thought to thought as I try to cope with fears for my people and my father, my anger at Audunn, shock at all I’ve experienced, pain and frustration at my engagement to Thor, and deep, deep hurt for Loki. There’s some anger there, too. Maybe more than some.

I huff.

Definitely more than some.

How could he be so stupid?! Yes, it’s absolutely terrible what he went through, but resorting to realm-domination and murder? Uh-uh. No way. Unacceptable. And the attitude on him! What the Hel is that?

“Ugh!” Some of my frustration leaves me at the spot where my foot kicks the table.

It immediately returns upon registering the pain.

“My Lady, please sit down!” Ragna worries over me, trying to pull me into a plush, high-backed chair. “You have been through so much, you need to rest.”

I scoff, yanking my arm from her grip. “There’s too much going on to allow time for rest, Ragna. And yet there’s nothing I can do about any of it!” I drop my arms to my side, defeated. “I hate that there’s nothing I can do.”

She frowns, unsure of how to help me. It’s then that I notice how tired she looks herself. A deep scratch runs from her temple to her hairline—she got that from a rogue guard when we were escaping Alfheim. She’s been through just as much as you have.

I give her a weak smile, hoping I look reassuring. “You and I both have been through a great ordeal. Please, let me call a servant to show you to your quarters. Take as long as you need to bathe, eat, rest, whatever you need.”

Ragna hesitates, but she’s so tired that she’s swaying on her feet. I nod encouragingly. “Al-alright, My Lady. Thank you.”

“Of course.” I go to the wall and pull on the string that will ring a bell in the Servant’s Quarters. Within minutes, a young serving maid enters the room with a knock and a curtsey. I send Ragna away with instructions not to come back until she is fully fed, cleaned, and rested.

But once I’m alone, the thoughts come racing back. While there’s nothing I can do right now to help Alfheim, there is something I can do to help myself.

I let out a loud, guttural groan, knowing what I have to do.

{***}

I haven’t been in the palace in over three centuries, but little has changed. Queen Frigga insisted I retake my old living quarters, so the path is one I know well.

He doesn’t seem surprised when I bypass a servant and enter his chambers without knocking.

“Leave us.” While my throat feels tight, the command is clear, and the five servants hurry from the room.

Loki doesn’t look up from his book when he says his first words to me in two hundred and fifty years. “Well, that was rude. What a terrible first impression the future queen of Asgard has given them.”

I scoff, crossing my arms, trying not to let the jab at my imminent marriage to Thor hurt me. “You want to talk to me about manners? All you do is scowl and stalk out of rooms.”

He gives an unaffected shrug. “Think what you like.”

The silence weighs on me and I can feel my heartbeat echoing through my body.

“Stand up.”

Now it’s his turn to scoff. “Why? Planning on impaling me with your dagger?”

Tempting. “Stand. Up.”

He sighs but humors me, setting down his book to stand with his arms spread mockingly wide. “Happy?” He fixes me with a hard, emotionless look.

I steel myself and barrel forward, throwing my arms around him in a tight hug.

He stiffens. “Lady Y/n, whatever you hope to achieve—”

“Shut up.” I squeeze tighter, turning my face so my cheek is against his chest. He sighs again and lets his arms hang, refusing to hug me back. I press on, forcing myself to say what I came here to say. “Listen. You’ve done some really bad things and turned yourself into a pretty awful person to be around.” I swallow, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. “But regardless of where we stand or what is in the past or future, you need to know that I am always on your side. I want you to get better. I don’t want you to feel pain or be sad or hurt or anything bad. But you have got to stop self-sabotaging. You need to let yourself heal. The people who love you can only protect you from so much.”

I push away from him and leave the room without another look.

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poormeowmeowcollector · 3 years

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Let me give you my life

Pairing: Loki x Tesseract

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mourning, delusions, mental illness, alcohol, Original Character Death, Odin, fantastic racism

Summary: After Frigga's funeral, Loki starts hearing a voice. It changes their life completely.

Chapter 3: Verse 3

Chapter warnings: math, fantastic racism, death (not graphic)

Chapter summary: the orders

Previous chapter, AO3, next chapter

If I'm a pagan of the good times / my lover's the sunlight

Loki storms the library once again, this time searching everything about the Tesseract and this Entropy they call him all the time.

Entropy still remains a mystery, but there are even more writings about the space stone than the ones they've seen before.

"It says here that they worshipped you," Loki says, but only internally. He's in public, speaking to the walls would make him appear mad.

"People express loyalty in different ways," they answer, always softer since the deal.

"Is that what you want? Loyalty?"

"Among other things, yes. But mostly trust that I will not hurt you, cause I won't," they promise. Loki already knows this.

Can't break something that's already in pieces.

"Brother!" Thor yells as he walks in. Loki's shoulders tense, this idiot never warns them.

"Tho-thor," he answers, eyes on Thor as they drab a chair and side beside him. "How come you be i-i-in here? You ha-ha-hate books," they raise an eyebrow at their brother.

"I'm here to see how you're doing. You've been acting oddly lately," he answers, those blue eyes scanning Loki.

"People grie-grie-grie-grieve in different ways, Th-thor. I a-a-a-assure you, I'm fi-fine," he hums, turning back to the book.

"Loki. After all this, just remember that I'm here for you, eh? You needn't face anything alone," Thor insists, placing a big and steady hand on Loki's shoulder.

Loki's body nods, and smiles, watching as Thor smiles back before leaving. Loki's mind wonders if this is all a mistake. Thor was, is grieving too. Maybe this is all too much…

But Thor wasn't there when Gæirasson offended Loki, neither time. In fact, Thor has been a ghost since Frigga's death.

"You have my trust and loyalty, until the end," Loki decides, feeling in their core how relieved the Tesseract is by the answer.

"Allow me to show you another secret then. Look at your hands but don't touch anything and don't let it spread," they answer.

Loki lets the book and brings his torn from the picking hands under the table, always watching them. Black ropes start appearing and tangling themselves on their fingers, creating a calming sensation and demanding more ground, but Loki doesn't allow it. Out of all kinds of magic, this is by far the most powerful one he has ever seen.

And the most chaotic.

To keep the Goddess on my side / she demands a sacrifice

Like every day, the official Tesseract session is late at night, while Loki should be sleeping. Signs of their decreasing amount of sleep are becoming more and more visible, but they don't care.

"The o-orders?" he asks.

"You need to know some things first. In order to keep you from dying, King Laufey made a deal with one of us. Your life for acts of service. You need to do some things before being free," they do speak like they did on the first days, but somehow still softer.

"Acts of s-s-service?" he questions. So, the stone just needs hands and will borrow theirs?

"Yes. There are things that will keep the stones safe from those who seek them to do harm. Asgard has two, and you need to make sure that some things are set to their protection. It's just one thing, really. But you need to use your new powers to do so,"

Loki nods, the movement small and cut, like a soldier's.

"Ready to-to comply,"

Drain the whole sea / get something shiny

"First order. Free yourself from everything, good and bad," the Tesseract says. Loki blinks in confusion.

"H-how?"

"What bad do you carry into you? The possessiveness, the jealousy, this ego you named pride, all this fury… you don't need them from now on. Let them go," they insist.

"L-let them go?"

"Act as if they don't exist, don't give them your attention. The same thing goes for your bright side. You faith in your moral compass, your deep feeling for everything you care about. Both of those sides will keep you from moving on. You mustn't listen to them anymore," they explain, as if it's something easy.

"So… y-y-you want me to be-to be your li-little m-m-minion?" he raises an eyebrow. Is that what they agreed on? Being a tiny pawn but just on a different chess board?

“No. Not exactly. You are not to abandon them for my own good, but for yours. The acts might hurt these sides of you, you need them in one piece,” their voice softens.

Loki takes a breath, in and out as slow as possible, and nods again. “What-what sh-sh-should I-I do?” even though the stutter stays, he refuses to let his voice break.

They swear they can feel the stone smiling.

“Listen to me, and don’t act upon them. Also, learn how to control possibility magic,”

Possibility magic? Is that what the black ropes are?

“Learn how Midgardians think of possibilities. It’s close to how your new abilities work,” they advise him. So, this is what being under the orders of a stone is like? Homework and pretending? it’s nothing they don’t know how to do for hundreds of years…

“And after the-the week?”

“the fun starts.”

Loki smiles wide, wider than he has ever smiled even before Frigga’s death.

something meaty for the main course / that’s a fine looking high horse

The week passes peacefully. Loki doesn’t have to worry about how to do what, the Tesseract is there to help them with it and lets them just decide how to do what and, oddly enough, the Midgardian science was calming.

At least, more calming than war theory. And less graphic.

He was chilling on the training grounds and working on the newfound magic, until the Tesseract came.

“It’s time,” they say moments before a blinding blue light covers Loki.

With the blink of an eye, they’re at a castle’s yard, hiding behind a bush.

“Prevent the war, you know how,” the Tesseract says again.

On the contrary, Loki has no idea where he is and what he has to do.

At least not until a guard passes by, near the bush, their armour bearing Gæirasson's symbol.

They smirk, moving from shadow to shadow and into the castle, where they cast an invisibility spell to navigate without worrying about getting caught.

What you've got in the stable? / We've a lot of starving faithful

In the grand hall, Loki finds the old lord. They're discussing an attack, in which he is the main character, of course. They're to strike tomorrow evening.

Loki has to hold himself not to laugh. Instead, they sit and wait. Wait until Gæirasson ends the council and heads to their bedroom. And Loki follows. Until the corridors make a room, with six doors to navigate through.

It would be such a shame if they suddenly closed shut, locking the two foes inside.

The old fool chuckles. "I know you're here, Frost Giant. I can smell your people's blood," he looks around.

Loki chuckles back and drops the spell, standing right in front of the man.

"Is it this? Or do your aged joins hurt with the cold?" he titles his head, showing his signature mischievous smile.

"Why are you here? To negotiate? We've been past this part," they growl. Loki doesn't break the smirk, but lets a glow pass their eyes. Green, but with icy blue undertones, and a pitch black shadow.

"No. We are here to talk about monsters. For, as you can smell, the blood of my siblings who you slained are screeching for it"

That looks tasty / that looks plenty / this is hungry work

"Do you know anything of my people's belief regarding the Norns?" Loki asks, circling around the man like a predator waiting to strike.

"Why should I care about the opinions of monsters?" he spits, trying to mimic the glare.

"Oh, because it's interesting. We believe in the norns, like you do. But they don't create the strings, they knit them. Twisting and turning and combining and separating people, and letting us choose where to go on each knot. Fascinating. Oddly enough, the mortals have a similar way of thinking, at least the ones who are closer to science. They name it possibilities, and write it with numbers,

"Let me give you an example. There's a fifty percent possibility that I will continue this conversation with my normal face," Loki speaks, letting the Æsir glamour fade and rising to his Jötunn height. "But I won't choose this path because your ceilings are low and I would have to bend my neck," they continue, after walking a few steps and letting their horns scratch the ceiling. The glamour appears again, bringing him to his Æsir skin.

"And there's always the possibility that you die, because of your old age and the stress of the war you created. And the only reason people remember you is as an example of why not to piss me off," he grins, the black ropes tangling around his wrists.

"And the possibility, in Midgardian terms, is one hundred percent," they leap closer and grab the old man by his collar, staring right into the fear in his eyes.

"I have a message for my people in Hel, deliver it when you see them. Tell them to rip this old cunt apart, yet keep one piece for me for when I arrive," he spits, watching as the ropes tangle around their throat and mummify them in front of his eyes, making the fear and anger burn out.

They throw the corpse on the floor and open the doors as the Tesseract casts another light, revealing Loki's chambers as it fades away.

"You shouldn't have scratched the ceiling with your horns," they say, worried.

"And? I laughed at the face of one old fool already, what's a second one? And if I am to join my family, let at least my exit from the hypocrites be dramatic," he laughs, ready for the guards to storm in and take him to the dungeons.

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whitecatindisguise · 4 years

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Resurrecting Demanitus

Guess what? Kitty mom got inspired! Again! By @wheredomelodiescomefrom ! This art was just too good to leave it without a background story.

Sooo... here we go again, I guess.

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“Mine! They are finally mine!” Zhan Tiri laughed as she held both Sundrop and the Moonstone in her hands.

“No!” Rapunzel cried, running towards the demoness. Zhan Tiri side-stepped and the princess missed her, barreling into Cassandra, both women landing on the floor.

“With these I can finally resurrect Demanitus. And he will be completely under my control!” The demon laughed menacingly as her gaze moved towards the corridor. “And it turns out I have a perfect vessel right in this castle.”

She laughed one last time before disappearing. Rapunzel and Cassandra pushed themselves up, both struggling to stand straight.

“What’s… what’s going on?” Cassandra questioned, leaning over the wall for support, the princess doing the same.

“It seems taking the stones forcefully has weakened us.” Rapunzel replied, gritting her teeth and pushing herself to stand properly. She wobbled a little but managed to not fall. “We have to go after Zhan Tiri.”

“We don’t even know where she is.” Cassandra pointed out, managing to stand straight too.

“She said so herself. This ‘perfect vessel’ is somewhere in the castle.” The princess reminded her, moving towards the door. “And the only place that holds people at the moment is the throne room.”

“Why the throne room?” The dark-haired woman fell into step behind the other, her brow raised in question.

“Varian is building a portal to send Zhan Tiri back into limbo.” Rapunzel explained as they descended to the ground floor. “Hopefully, it’s ready and they will manage to use it before-”

A sound of rushed footsteps stopped them mid-walk. A group of people ran from behind the corner, led by angered Quirin, followed by Adira, Hector, Eugene, and the rest of the defenders.

“Eugene!” Rapunzel called and ran up to her boyfriend. His eyes widened at her sight.

“Sunshine, your hair-” He said in surprise.

“Zhan Tiri took the Sundrop.” She explained quickly and shot a glance at Cassandra standing not far away. “And the Moonstone. She said something about resurrecting Demanitus and finding a ‘perfect vessel’.”

“The Moonstone? That means-” Everyone now took notice of the dark-haired woman standing awkwardly several steps away. They pointed their weapons at her and she flinched and looked away.

“I… I’m not going to fight you.” Cassandra said. “Not that I have anything to fight with…”

“As much as I’d like to resolve it now, we have more important things to worry about.” Adira pointed out, her face frowned.

“Eugene, what happened?” Rapunzel looked at her boyfriend, remembering how the group rushed out from behind the corner. “Did Zhan Tiri take someone already?”

“Sunshine…” Eugene’s eyes turned into worry and he casted a glance at Quirin and the rest of the Brotherhood. He sighed and focused on the princess’ emerald orbs. “She took Varian.”

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Varian struggled in his binds, the chains that magically appeared around his body, tying him up with little space to move. They were completely surprised when Zhan Tiri suddenly appeared in the throne room. Before anyone could react, she grabbed the boy, the chains suddenly binding his whole body, and disappeared again, taking him with her.

They reappeared outside, in a place Varian didn’t see before but knew exactly where it was, if only the big tree growing at the edge of the cliff was any implication. Janus Point, the place considered the most magical, where the barrier between the universes was said to be the thinnest.

“Let me go!” The alchemist struggled again and yelped in pain, as the chains tightened around his body.

“Hush, child.” Zhan Tiri said, her back turned to the binded teen. “Soon, you will serve the greater goal.”

“I don’t want to serve any goal!” He shouted in response, glaring at the demon. “Whatever you’re planning, it won’t work! Rapunzel will-”

“The princess will do nothing to stop me.” Zhan Tiri cut in, turning around and smiling in a way that sent chills down the alchemist’s spine. “Not without the power of Sundrop.”

With those words, she produced two stones, the gold one held in her right hand, and the blue one in her left.

“With the combined power of both Sun and Moon, I will resurrect Demanitus, putting him completely under my command.” The demon went on, hiding the stones into her dress and closing the space between herself and Varian, bringing her hand to cup his cheek. “And you, my dear, will become his vessel.”

“N-no matter what you say, Rapunzel will save me!” Varian replied defyingly, moving his head away from the demon’s touch. “She’s too stubborn to give up.”

“Oh, I’m perfectly aware of that, dear alchemist.” Zhan Tiri said and her grin grew impossibly wide. “But soon, there will be no one for her to save.”

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“We can’t just rush in blindly!” Cassandra argued and Eugene sent her a death glare.

“You can’t expect me to sit still while this demon has my son!” Quirin growled back, Adira and Hector nodding their heads in agreement.

“By being Quirin’s son, he is considered part of the Brotherhood.” The white-haired woman explained. “And we don’t leave anyone behind.”

“I’m not saying we should do nothing!” Cassandra said back. “I’m only pointing out, we don’t even know where they are.”

“That’s why we need to spread out and look.” Hector growled and the dark-haired woman suppressed an annoyed growl herself.

“They can be anywhere. And searching in a way you suggest can take days!” She pointed out.

“It’s better than doing nothing!” Quirin argued.

“Guys, guys!” Eugene stepped to stand between Cassandra and the Brotherhood. “I’m sure we can figure out if we stop fighting with ourselves.”

“Why is she even here?! She should be locked out in the dungeons, or whatever this kingdom does to criminals!” Hector grumbled and Eugene let out a tired sigh.

“As Rapunzel already said, we can deal with it AFTER we save the kid.” The man reminded and shot a pleading look at his girlfriend. “Any ideas, Sunshine?”

“What about… Janus Point?” The now-brown-haired princess suggested, looking at the rest of the party. “It is considered magical. Some even say the barrier between the universes is the thinnest there.”

“And if Zhan Tiri is planning to summon Demanitus, this place could be our best bet.” Queen Arianna nodded in approval and smiled at her daughter.

“Okay, we have a plan. Can we go now?” Hector asked impatiently and Rapunzel looked at everyone gathered in the corridor, before nodding in determination.

“Let’s save Varian.” She said.

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Varian struggled against his binds once again. The chains surrounding his body disappeared, changing into shackles that held his wrists together over his head, and his ankles separate. Each end of the chain was secured around the branches and roots of the tree, the teen facing the end of the cliff.

“Stop struggling, boy.” Zhan Tiri huffed in annoyance as she shot a side glance at him. Once again, she produced the two stones from her dress and approached the bound alchemist.

“You won’t get away with this!” Varian cried in defiance but was ignored.

“Let us begin, shall we?” The demon grinned widely and pushed the two stones into the tree, each on one side of the tied alchemist.

The tree lit up, and a white sigil appeared on the trunk, various symbols displayed inside the circle, the sun and moon corresponding to the stones’ arrangement.

“ZHAN TIRI!!” A sudden cry sounded from behind. Varian couldn’t see from where he was tied, but the familiarity of the voice was enough to give him hope. Rapunzel was here. “Let him go!”

“A little too late for that, princess.” Zhan Tiri laughed and turned to the alchemist. “It has already started.”

The wind suddenly grew stronger and the demon grinned widely.

“Sun and Moon unite,

Listen to my plea.

Bring the one I want,

Make him obey me.” Zhan Tiri started chanting, her voice booming over the sound of wind, eyes glowing green.

Varian felt a sudden pain overwhelming his whole body. He cried out, the blood-curdling scream freezing everyone on spot.

“Varian!”

“Son!”

“Kid!”

Everyone cried at the sound, Quirin and the Brotherhood already rushing towards the demoness.

“Now, at my command

He will rise once more.

Never leave my sight

We will rule as one.

Rule as one!” The incantation finished and Zhan Tiri laughed maniacally.

Varian squirmed in his binds, screaming and yelling. If it was even possible, it sounded as if his cries grew even louder, even more desperate, even more terrifying. Over the cliff, a portal appeared, a white hue exiting it and reaching for the teen. When it touched his skin, he cried out once more, tears appearing at the corners of his eyes.

“Stop it! You’re hurting him!” Rapunzel cried, as she tried to somehow unchain the struggling teen.

“Give up, Princess!” Zhan Tiri laughed from where she was levitating several feet over the ground. “Once the process has started, there is no way to stop it!”

“There is always a way!” Eugene shouted, pointing his sword at the demoness. “And if anyone can find it, it’s Rapunzel.”

The princess smiled slightly at that and turned her face back towards the tree and the alchemist. He was still screaming, but, with horror, she noticed his voice was slowly dying out, strengths leaving him far too quickly. Her eyes shot around the sigil, looking for weak spots, anything to stop this.

Her gaze fell on the symbol of the sun, noticing the golden glow right in the middle. She shot a quick glance at the moon symbol, taking notice of the blue glow there. The Sundrop and the Moonstone. If she managed to pry them off…

She reached out her hand towards the golden stone and cried out, when the power shot through her. She retracted her arm with a pained cry, cradling it to her chest.

“Raps!” Cassandra was next to her in an instant, shooting a concerned glance at the rest of the party, trying to deal with the demon. Then, she looked back at the sigil, understanding the intentions of her friend. “Let me help. You grab the Sundrop, I’ll take the Moonstone.”

Rapunzel calmed her breathing and nodded, her face full of determination. On the count of three, the two women both grabbed one of the stones and pulled with all their might, ignoring the shots of pain the raw energy caused. The sigil blinked in and out, and Rapunzel smiled triumphantly.

“Keep going, Cass! It’s working!” She cried to the other woman and she nodded in return, teeth clenched in determination and pain.

With a last cry, the both stones simultaneously were pried off the circle, the sigil ceasing its existence and the chains binding Varian disappearing in an instance. He fell forward, slumping unconsciously to the ground.

“Varian!” Quirin cried upon noticing his son falling and ran up to him instantly. “Son, are you alright?!”

“D-dad…?” Blue eyes opened slightly, staring unseeingly at his father. “What…?”

“Shh… it’s okay. You’re safe now.” Quirin hugged his son closer and Varian leaned into the hug with a delighted sigh.

“NoOoOoOoOoOoO!” A demonic cry sounded from behind. They looked up to see furious Zhan Tiri staring at the disappearing portal, the white hue being sucked back inside. “WhAt DiD yOu dO?!”

“It’s over, Zhan Tiri!” Rapunzel cried, standing tall, the Sundrop in her hand. Cassandra stood next to her, holding the Moonstone. They shared a look and nodded their heads, staring back at the demon.

Simultaneously, they both raised a hand holding the stone towards Zhan Tiri. A gold and blue energy shot out from the stones, mixing together and hitting the demon in the chest. She shrieked and then there was an explosion. When the smoke cleared, the demoness was gone.

“Is she… gone?” Eugene was the first to speak as he looked around.

“I… I think so…” Rapunzel replied, staring at the Sundrop still in her hand. She noticed a blue glow to her right and saw Cassandra holding the Moonstone to her.

“I- you should take it, Raps.” The woman said, looking away. “I don’t- I shouldn’t have it. I’ve done enough damage already.”

Rapunzel nodded and picked up the stone, making sure she held it in the other hand. None of them wanted to risk the stones combining, seeing how they reacted just moments ago. The princess looked back at Quirin, standing up with Varian secured in his arms, the alchemist still too weak to stand on his own.

“Let’s go back to the castle.” Rapunzel decided, looking at everyone gathered. “We have much to discuss.”

#zhan tiri #varian #inspired oneshot #again #I'm kinda predictable now #variangst #kitty mom writes

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OKAY IVE ACTUALLY PLAYED TWO SESSIONS SINCE MY LAST POST SO IM GONNA COMBINE THEM HERE SORRY FOR THE LENGTH BUT,,IVE COME SO FAR I DONT WANNA STOP NOW

this is gonna be very messy cause i WILL be jumping back and forth as things come back to mind so uhh pls enjoy this absolute ramble <3

anyway. i continued playing omori and boy do i have some Thoughts

so first session; i went through the pyre(something i forgot the full name sob) forest/sprout mole village/sweetheart’s castle in one go and let me TELL YOU. DOING THAT WAS FUCKING INSANE I WENT NUTS holy shit.

so anyway.

pyre forest!!!! the lil race against the big spider coming after u for disturbing the smaller spiders mechanic was very fun i had a lot of fun figuring out the best routes to take. i know normally mechanics like that lead to ppl getting frustrated cause u have to keep retrying but i had a lot of fun!!!! sum annoyance but good natured type, th kind that just makes u try harder u know? i just enjoyed it JKFN;FN; candles in the foggy forest....now That is an aesthetic

the rare bear scared the fuckin shit out of me i remember it didn’t attack me straight away so i was like “aw (:” but then when i press x on him it takes me to a BATTLE SCREEN AND SUDDEN THAT MF IS TERRIFYING I WAS LIKE WHWHWHWHWKJDNJ. very funny i honestly wished i recorded my reaction

also omori is afraid of drowning...................................i am breathing heavily. i think whatever happened to mari is related to at least one of the things omori is scared of. so either heights, spiders, or drowning it seems. spiders doesnt seem super likely as a contributor to her death, and while falling from a height is more realistic, such a senseless way of dying doesnt seem to rlly fit ? with the vibe i get from the kiddos in the real world. which makes me think maybe drowning/otherwise suffocating is how she died...but we’ll see. also due to the forgotten library part, we know omori explicitly feared spiders/drowning before mari died so it’s also probable im jus talking out my ass here but still,,,,thoughts

also this motherfucker?

literally fucking terrifying. IT’S BODY IS MADE OF SUCC’D SPROUT MOLES...i still have no idea what exactly it was doing to them but jesus h christ!!!! evil and fucked up. do not feel bad for curbstomping it

sprout mole village!!!! very cute, im v excited to send that one dude his brother’s care package. i like how, when theyre not lost, sprout moles can be real endearing lil guys,,,theyre not my fav lil enemies but (:

also for some reason omori is the first game ive played where i really care about getting achievements ? so i literally did the back and forth on my save file just to get all the season sprout mole achievements JKDJFJ;. i ended up sticking w spring tho before moving on for real cause spring is my fav season irl (:

also i felt SO BAD for cutting down that one sprout mole’s chistmas tree he was just trying to celebrate but i wanted to see that present and coincidentally becoming a christmas ruiner was an achievement so all’s fair in love and war i suppose

ALSO. th fuckin plant monster thing under the scientist sprout mole’s room. major little shop of horror vibes from the design, absolutely adored it!!!!! originally i did just cut the wire holding the piano over it, ending it in one go, but i was very curious abt it so i reloaded a save file to actually fight it and

i know it only spread that gas to make the kiddos happy cause being happy reduces attack i think ? it decreases attack/defense but seeing the kiddos smile so much was nice (:

however

omori...sunny....son boy.........u good ?

and now. sweetheart

the way the sprout moles completely adore and depend on sweetheart gives me such awful evil vibes and combined with such a luxurious background was fucking incredible

sweetheart herself, speaking of. bitch (sorta affectionately, certainly not derogatory)

i talked to every sprout mole in the audience before taking my seat and i literally dont know why. even when i picked up the pattern of where the unique dialogue could be found (usually the sprout moles farthest right) i still talked to all of them......just in case ? i have no idea. i dont know why i did that. i feel it’s important that i note it tho

LMAO SO WHEN SPROUT MOLE MIKE DID THE MINUTE OF SILENCE FOR YE OLD SPROUT MOLE

I LITERALLY FELT SO FUCKING BAD LMAO I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD NO!!!!!! I DID THAT!!! I KILLED HIM!!! OH MY GOD!!! I WONDER HOW AWKWARD OMORI KEL HERO AND AUBREY FELT IN THE AUDIENCE HOLY SHIT THEY HAD FRONT ROW SEATS TO SPROUT MOLE MIKE’S MOURNING!!! MY GOD FJKFN;;

also sprout mole mike describing 3′7″ inches as ”towering” was the FUNNIEST shit i have ever seen. also i have to wonder, since sweetheart made up the whole show of sweetheart’s quest for hearts in the first place, if she was seriously down to marry a sprout mole if one suited her fancy. jus v funny to me honestly. SPEAKING of sweetheart’s dating patterns I NOTICED THOSE FEM SKELETONS IN THE DUNGEON!!!!! BI SWEETHEART!!!! SHE’S JUST AS DOWN FOR GIRLS AS SHE IS BOYS

i know TECHNICALLY not everyone is in the dungeon for failing to be a good enough suitor but STILL...COME ON. THIS WAS BEFORE WE KNEW THAT. SWEETHEART BI I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

anyway

when the lights when out and lightning struck the third contestant, i knew Immediately something was gonna go down. and when the mustache sprout mole was like “oh yes!! u!! in the striped pjs!! u absolute beast ur perfect!!!” i KNEW hero had just been selected as the replacement i was goign completely fucking nuts i was like OH MY GODNFNG; HIS HEART IS ALREADY TAKEN BY MARI!!!!!!! STOP

i ended up taking so many screenshots during this part cause i was going feral so here take a glance just cause i love, uh, hero

OUR HERO IN SHINING ARMOR DJLBH;KFJB

also GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IM SHORTER THAN HERO

hero shaking on the stage when he was introduced...oh my HEART....IM SO FOND FOR THIS BOY WTF!!!!! DKJDN;N

this is not really NEWS to me since it’s implied hero is tall but like come ON..... sorry just every time i find out a character is explicitly taller than me i need to huff about it, moving on,

HERO FUCKS

sorry i just have so many screenshorts during this aprt cause i was going fucking crazy but

literally terrifying! sweetheart bathes in that shit!! christ!

is blood good for ur skin? i imagine, so long as like...gore isnt in it and it’s solely blood it cant be BAD necessarily......but good ? regardless very fucked up. besides the fact that well, uh, BLOOD, blood is also sticky as hell. ur telling me sweetheart willinglhy bathed in that shit? disgusting. at least thin it out

anyway I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THE PUZZLES AT SWEETHEART’S CASTLE....FROM THE DUNGEONS TO THE KITCHENS TO THE BALLROOM TO THE LIBRARY TO THE GARDENS JUST EVERYTHING!!!! IT WAS SO FUN I ENJOYED FIGURING IT OUT SO MUCH IT WAS LITERALLY DELIGHTFUL...I LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH THE GAMEPLAY IS SO FUCKING EPIC I LITERALLY HAVE SO MUJCH FUN.......OH MY GOD I JUST. INCREIDBLE!!!! FUCK

also the lil sir maximus bit.........i honestly felt really awful over having to kill them ): i think i even tried running once but it wouldnt let me...it hurt man ): they were just a family....

um but anyway,

i think it was rlly sweet how aubrey protested to the wedding cause she was worried abt sweetheart,,,like i cant rlly explain it idk how to put it into words,,like sweetheart is clearly not mentally well and having an episode, and aubrey being the only one to say “hey what ur doing is self-destructive and isolating” just mmmh. she cares a lot,,,and *i* care aubrey

also sweetheart’s battle theme fucking SLAPPED...SO GODDAMN HARD IM STILL QUAKING OVER IT....FUCKING BANGER YO!!!!!! INCREDIBLE

ah but alas

BASIL........I NOTICED THAT IT WAS HIS GHOST/SHADOW DURING THE EXIT FROM OTHERWORLD AS WELL BUT JUST FUCK

im so worried about basil ):

and it being so obvious that none of the others can see...........them asking omori if he’s okay.....oh my god. i go nuts

and then...the forgotten library part

i literally cried, again, oh my fucking god

these kids loved each other so much they ADORED the time they spent with each other and im QUAKING to know WHAT HAPPENED TO MARI......HOW DID THE FALLOUT GO. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW

i know there are multiple endings to this game and on god i am not QUITTING until i get the happiest ending there is for these kids im literally a goddamn fuckign mess oh my god

MARI SHWOING UP IN THE LIBRARY AT ONE POINT AND LEADING OMORI...........IM LTIERALLY GOIGN INSANE OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HE LOVED HIS SISTER SO MUCH HE’S SO CLEARLY LOST WITHOUT HER I CANT FUCKING DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW I NEED TO KNOW

GOD

okay sorry i just. ive said ti before but the grief in this game is so real and palpable and it aches, it aches so bad. also the white egret orchids in the library...i see u

but regardless.... session two real world electric boogaloo

LOVE that kel is like “so i need to run errands but u wanna come with me right? of course u do!” like fuck i rlly do. kel is just so delightful i would literally do anything to spend time with him

ALSO i noticed u can just refuse to open the door both times kel’s knocked now and it makes me wonder....if u could choose to ignore kel ? and then venture out urself or just ? i wonder what would even happen if u chose to not open the door. im CERTAINLY not doing it myself at the very least not this playthrough but i am curious...i bet that’s how u get a bad ending, by not talking w kel

but anyway....

aubrey and her gang not saying anything in the pizza parlor........i jus think abt that is all

ALSO!! pet rocks!!!!!!!!! LOVE this lil thing it’s so cute. jus rock paper scissors it babey

speaking of lil bits, love all the mini quests in the real world...it’s just rlly fun and builds up this cute lil town........it also makes me think that whatever happened to mari cant have been anything except an accident, bc no one comments on what a tragedy it was to omori. like if it was murder, there’s no way such a horrific situation wouldnt engulf the town for a bit and sweep over it for weeks at least, but that just doesnt seem to have happened. this is def me reading too into it tho;; point is neighbors nice (: also i got the seashell necklace and i go apeshit

ALSO......THE FUCKING...........CHURCH. I VISITED WITH KEL ON A COMPLETE WHIM CAUSE I WAS CURIOUS IF THE PASTOR WOULD TALK MORE ABT AUBREY BUT NO. INSTEAD HE TALKS ABT THE WEIRD VIBE FORM THE GRAVEYARD HE’S GETTING!!! AND THE DUDE WHO CHILLS IN THE GRAVEYARD SAYS SHIT ABT THE SPIRITS GETTING READY FOR SOMEONE TO JOIN THEM!!!! BITCH WAHT THE FUCK

THERE’S NOF UCKING WAY THIS ISNT ABOUT BASIL. THERE IS NO!!! WAY!!!! I SWEAR ON GOD IF BASIL DIES I WILL LOSE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESP CAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY NO OTHER WAY HE COULD DIE EXCEPT SUICIDE THAT’S WHAT IT HAS BEEN IMPLYING OVER AND OVER I GO NUTS I GO APESHIT NO NO NO NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK

OKAY SORRY I JUST. HHHHHHHHHHH

baby has acquired baby

kel’s family is rlly cute,,,,v heartwarming. i trust them

i do worry abt like...the stark difference between recognizing kel’s accomplishments and hero’s...i just idk. i just keep thinking abt that bit in kel’s story abt hero’s depression when his parents focused on hero and ignored him, and i just. kel’s family is good People but i worry if kel has a good support system...i jus........): i am watching

ahh THE BASIL MISSING PART MADE MY HEART LITERALLY FUCKING DROP..I WAS SO FUCKING PANICKED I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD THIS IS IT BASIL IS DEAD

THANKFULLY HE WASNT BUT HOLY GOD HOW THAT WHOLE SITUATION PANNED OUT MADE ME GO NUTS!!!!!!! BASIL...AUBREY...HER GANG.......FUCK OH M YOGD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

THANK G O D I SNOOPED AROUND KEL’S HOUSE BEFORE LEAVING I WOULD HAVE H A T E D TO FIGHT THEM ALL AT ONCE IM GLAD I WAS ABLE TO JUST PEPPER SPRAY THEM JESUS CHRIST

oh my god kim like asking for aubrey all concerned before deciding to trust her and leaving.....kim i diagnose u with lesbain

the whole fucking. basil almost drowning scene. i seriously feel like ive changed like as a person over it. i am thinking . i am thinking. i am only evee thinking about mari and how omori just loved her so much and how the thought of her gave him strength. th pic of her ghost holding omori’s hand in the water made me cry

MMMM BUT. HERO!!!

I DIE I DIE I DIE HE’S SO PRETTY FUCK ALSO HIM PICKING UP BASIL WOOOOOOOO THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT’S WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT YEAHHHHHHHH

god i feel so bad about leaving aubrey tho. shes so clearly not okay and she so clearly did not mean to push basil in and oh my GOD I JUST...PLEASE....PLEASE CAN WE JUST TLAK TO HER I NEED TO TLAK TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO FUCK

the ghosts of omori and aubrey on the swings made me cry out like i had been physically assaulted

AHH BUT THEN TAKING BASIL HOME AND WHILE HE’S IN HIS BED HE JUST SAYS “oh sunny...there’s not way out of this...is there?” I LITERALLY GO BUCKWILD APESHIT INSANE STUPDI!!!!!! BASIL YOURE PUTTING UP A LOT OF ALARMING FLAGS HERE!!! PLEASE DO NOT FUCKING DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK. CHRIST. HELL. SHIT. THIS GAME IS DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY

GOD

oh my god but the day ending with hero and kel sleeping over at omori’s house...im kdnd im jkdim im not uhm okay THEY BUILT A BLANKET FORT PLEASE..I LOVE THEM

goddd hero going into the piano room....playing sum........and then asking omori abt the song he and mari used to play on violin...and then THE TITLE SCREEN MUSIC STARTS PLAYING....HI. HI HELLO HI YOU CANT FUCKIGN DO THAT HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOUFBJFGJNGN;EJNE; IM GOIGN NUTS

also the name omori comes from the piano.............interesting...i wonder why sunny likes being called omori in the dreamscape...

god but omori not having a srs hallucination cause he’s w his friends and he feels safe...im gonna sob

However. i did glance into the bathroom mirror. AND INSTEAD OF THE EYE MF IT’S A DISTORTED AS HELL GHOST MARI???IM SO FUCKIGN SCARED. IM SO SCARED. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK? CREEPY AS HELL!!!

ohh my god this GAME

so finally i ended up in whitespace again. do NOT like that omori is completely alone in the world!!! what the FUCK!!!!!!!! I AM SO SCARED AT ALL TIMES. im literally about to go play sum more tho after dinner so i will see what happens. god i jsut......this game is so fucking good it has me by the balls dude. SO glad i decided to play it bruh

anyway thanks for reading all of this if u did, it’s an absolute monster ik and ur a real one

#cass cries #omori #omori spoilers #more like cass goes CRAZY this is so long #also id dint proof read this sorry </3

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LoL Chapter 26- Next Right Move

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Where do the hermits go from here? All this knowledge, it bears so much weight. With their enemy being the leader of Lairyon himself, how can they possibly do anything now? Why should they?

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The hermits wasted no time returning to Eremita. Running as far from Milliara as possible, into the safety of the Ashioll sea. Protected by the mysterious magic surrounding their home, the hermits are able to recuperate from the honor and horror they’ve witnessed. Exhausted from the Chimaera’s Championship, but terrified from what monstrosity Dolios put them through. The phoenix shaped chalice, the grand prize of gold and honor from the games sits discarded at the guild hall. Every night, a few hermits can be found huddled near a fireplace or drinking in someone’s house.

The hermits left Eremita determined to find out who the dark mage was. They knew it was a Councilmember. They never expected it to be the magistrate himself. They never expected to win the Chimaera’s Championship, or stumble in on a plot much larger, much darker than they thought. And now here they are, narrowly escaped the dark mage’s wrath, with no clue what to do.

This is bigger than the hermits. This is bigger than Gildara, or Danes, or anything they’ve ever faced before. This is beyond a scope they can even understand. Why is Dolios doing this? How far has his corruption spread? Who can stop Dolios, the Magistrate and leader of Lairyon? If the king is silent, and the Council is a part of his cabal, then no one is able to stop him.

The hermits take the news in different ways- though no one celebrates their victory. Not after nearly dying in Dolios’s dungeons they only believed were rumors. The training field is empty, except for False. Anger burns through her pain, her kukri digging into the slime dummies she had Jevin make until the bodies rip in half. She decapitates one with a swift swing and turns around, ducking and rolling, before throwing molten blades into the chests of three more. The slime sizzles and burns, as hot as her anguish.

At the sidelines, Wels watches as he buffs out the dents on his armor. He scrubs the metal till he can see his reflection in it, and then a little more. Trying to rub out the memories of the chess game, the dark magic that had trapped them in the sick game.

Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango are together as always. But rather than trying to find trouble, all three sit on a haybale, just watching the animals of Zed’s farm. Tango twirls a stick full of leaves, much to the annoyance of the goat at his feet, eyes distant. Zedaph has been having a sleepover in their part of False’s forge, not wanting to leave his friend’s side. Not after knowing who killed their last guild. He doesn’t want to lose them as well. Impulse has no energy to be his bubbly, happy self. He feels like a cannon with a wet fuse, unable to light up and explode outward. Instead, he just mindlessly runs his fingers through the woolen fur of the sheep chewing on his clothes.

Grian and Mumbo sit on the open windows of the angel’s house. Just watching the sun rise into an afternoon sun across the sea. They say nothing, a rare silence from Grian and even Mumbo. The two friends have nothing to say. They won the championship, but Grian still feels the horror of watching Mumbo forced to move like a chess piece. A pawn, set forward and open to attack. He knew he should have trusted TFC, but in the moment all he could think of was losing his best friend.

Exiting his cave, TFC feels the oppressive mood in the air. He feels like he’s underground in Gildara again. That sense of hopelessness, that dampening weight on his shoulders. The guildmaster looks around, looks at his team, his island. A storm rolls in the distance, likely to come by evening and bless the island with life giving rain. But the hermits are like wilting flowers. Crumpled, lacking the color and life they normally carry with pride. Even the rainbow flags of the guild hall look muted.

TFC hates this feeling, this suspension. Waiting for something to break, something to happen. If it won’t happen, he’ll make it happen. TFC picks up a stone from the mouth of his cave home, feeling the weight of the stone as he wanders to Xisuma’s tower. It’s a good piece of granite, a nice heavy weight without being too strong or sharp. It’s perfect for his plan. He rests the stone in his dominant hand, looking up at Xisuma’s tower, the gleaming telescope at the peak of the building.

And he throws the stone. It clatters against Xisuma’s windowsill, rattling the metal frame but not breaking the glass. The stone falls, and he does it again. And again. Halfway through reeling back for a third throw, the window finally opens. X ducks just in time to miss getting a rock to the head. “What in the name of the gods are you doing?”

“Group meeting. Round up the others.” TFC crosses his arms, looking up at the wizard in the tower.

“What? Why?” Xisuma sighs, but pulls on his mask all the same. It’s too bright for him right now.

“If no one else is going to change the world, then we will.” TFC growls, then walks away. He motions for team ZIT to follow, and even dares to get between False and her training to call her to the guild hall. The open air space, enclosed only by clawlike stones and a ring of younger oak trees beneath the massive, entangling branches of the centerpiece, quickly fills with hermits. Sitting at the tables, Cleo tries to ease some of the tension with her good mead. But even Cleo’s best brews taste like swill right now.

The last to arrive was Grian. Iskall was practically dragging him by the cloak into the guild hall, across the wooden grains of the floor, across the twining knot of birch and dark oak. Once the architechs were seated, Iskall and Grian with their own mugs of mead, TFC looks at the guild before him.

He sighs, shaking his head. “I know what we faced was grim. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be you guys, forced to be pawns in Dolios’s sick game.” TFC notices False’s hands ball into fists at the mention of his name. “Especially to be moved by me, I wish I could’ve thought of a better way to stop him.

“But we went to Milliara to discover who the dark mage was. We did that, and more. Dolios thought he could scare us, silence us. Make us turn on each other, make us choose who was more important and who wasn’t. But we’re not just a guild- we’re a family. It was terrible, but we got through it only because we worked as a team.”

Silence meets TFC’s words. None of the hermits answer him. Normally, he struggles to get his guild to stay quiet for more than a minute. He feels he would have better luck teaching toddlers than talking to this lot. And it makes TFC’s stomach burn like magma to be able to hear rustling leaves, the distant bleat of a sheep.

“And he’s winning.” He growls, looking at them all. “Look at us! Silent, still! Wallowing in what’s happened while Dolios is continuing to steal magic for his own nefarious desires! He’s winning, because we are doing nothing!”

“What can we do?” Jevin sneers, leaning back. “We’re nobodies. An outlaw guild of misfits. We don’t have the power like the king, the prestige like a legal guild.”

“That’s exactly why we can do it! We have our freedom, our strength in being beyond all that. If no one else will stop Dolios, if no one else can stop Diolios, then we should. Look at us,” TFC waves around as hermits pick up their heads. “We’re victors of the Chimaera’s Championship. We have more power and strength in this one hall than most guilds have in their entire history. We have a variety of magic and the creative minds to wield powers. To weave unlike magics into something greater.”

“Why us, though?” Even Xisuma is sitting up, though his voice still has a twinge of doubt and exasperation.

“If we don’t, who will?” The guildmaster looks around, seeing a spark return to the crowd. Thank Artyne, they’re finally talking over him again. “We know who the dark mage is, we know how to break a crystal, we’re not afraid of breaking a few rules! We may not be the heroes Lairyon needs, but we’re the only ones who can do it.”

The surge of pride and power shocks across the hermits. A coy grin parts Doc’s hybrid face, sharp teeth revealed and glinting in the hot summer sunlight. Ren’s tail is wagging so fast it’s smacking Stress and Joe with each hemisphere completed. And TFC knows he’s gotten them hooked when he sees angelic feathers plume out from a gremlin smirk on Grian’s face.

TFC pulls out a map from the nook in a tree, brushing an acorn aside that was stashed along with it. Using now empty mugs from Iskall and Grian, he unfurls the map and gazes at the crescent shaped continent that is Lairyon. He pulls out a piece of charcoal, and sketches four marks on the map. One where Gildara was, a diamond shape that is matched with one in Milliara. But the one in Milliara is crossed out. Danes and their home island get swirls, neither crossed out. “We know of four events that for certain included dark magic. In Milliara, we were successful in breaking the crystal.” He taps on the x-marked diamond. “Unfortunately, we can’t be certain if those husk storms will reappear in Danes or here.”

“We should gather information. Listen in to town gossip, meet with contacts, just try and find any stories that match what we saw.” Cleo hums, running her dead fingers along the map. “Go all across Lairyon, destroy any crystals and do our best to weaken Dolios.”

“And try to find a way to stop his reign once and for all.” Doc adds, his voice growling.

“We need every hermit in on this job.” TFC looks at the map, eyes alighting on Crystalla. Wels came back- it’s time for the other hermits to come home. “Joe, send a message to xB, Hypno, and Beef. Tell them that the Order of Hermits are fighting to take back Lairyon.”

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Can I request a royal au where Levi's s/o gets poisoned and its really bad with her coughing up blood and stuff and Levi's deathly afraid. But she does get better with time and then Levi starts to hunt down the culprits who did this to his queen. King Levi's wrath unleashed ya know

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Their long day was finally over, it had been nothing but meetings with ambassadors from neighbouring kingdoms wanting to make alliances. Honestly, Levi would have rather counted grains of sand than put up with the idiotic conditions they wanted him to comply with. Y/N had been with him during the meetings, valuing his queens opinion more than his own advisors much to their dismay, but they had barely had a chance to be alone. His stomach growled, not having eaten since early that morning their meetings had taken up the whole day and he was starving.

Y/N sits next to him, her smile softening the look of exhaustion in his eyes. Her fingers idly stroke the back of his hand as they wait for their meals to be placed in front of them. Dinner was exquisite as usual, Levi was about to dismiss his servants for the evening wanting some time alone with Y/N when her sudden coughing made him pause. One hand splayed across her stomach while the other covered her mouth, her eyes were watering as her coughs became more violent. Panic coursed through his body as he watched her double over the side of her chair blood pouring out of her mouth. Her agonized screaming cut off by more blood being expelled ringing in his ears.

“What the hell is going on?” He bellows rushing to her side, holding her hair back while his eyes are furiously glaring at his servants who look equally horrified. Y/N begins to shiver her forehead quickly becoming drenched with sweat. Gently picking her up into his he hurries to the bedroom shouting for someone to call Hange. Her low groans of pain stab at his heart, her face becoming sickly pale. His mind was consumed with rage, someone had dared poison his queen in his own home no less. Levi ruled out the possibility of it being his own servants, having hand-picked them all himself he knew they were devoted to their king and Queen. It was no coincidence that Y/N had been poisoned just when they had foreign guests visiting.

Laying her on the bed he fetches a damp wash cloth from their bathroom to wipe away the sweat that was dripping down her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, face contorted with pain.

“Levi it hurts” she croaks out, turning to lie on her side clutching her stomach. She started coughing again, more blood splattering against her paling lips. He feels utterly helpless, unable to do anything but wipe the blood away from her mouth and rub her back until the doctor can treat her. After what seems like ages Hange bursts into the room with her assistant trailing behind her, arms full of supplies.

“Took you long enough” he scowls but is secretly grateful that help has finally arrived. Hange examines Y/N’s condition, taking notes of her symptoms and asking about the events leading up to her being poisoned.

“There isn’t much I can do for now until I know exactly what kind of poison they used but I can give her something to stop the bleeding. It isn’t going to cure her but it will slow down the effects of the poison.” Taking a sample of Y/N’s blood Hange coaxes her mouth open before slipping a clear substance down her throat.

“What do you mean by slow down?” Levi asks, dread settling in the pit of his stomach.

“Whoever poisoned Y/N did so with the intention of killing her. The solution I just gave her will act as an inhibitor for now but eventually it will wear off.” Levi’s heart started racing, his eyes glance towards Y/N’s silent form. Her eyes weren’t scrunched together in pain anymore but her breathing was still coming out in short gasps.

“How long?”

“48 hours, three days at most. By then I should have the antidote ready.”

“Then I suggest you get to work” Hange nods, her expression solemn as she glances one last time at Y/N’s sleeping form before gathering her samples and leaving them alone. Levi’s hand cups her cheek grateful that she isn’t awake to see the way his fingers are trembling against her skin.

Levi didn’t want to leave her but he wanted-no needed to personally find the scum who had dared to put his queen in harms way. After much reassurance from Y/N’s personal hand maid, Levi set off with his knights to snuff out the filth in his kingdom. It had to be one of the parties that had arrived the day before, the timing was too suspicious to ignore. If someone from his own kingdom wanted to poison her they would’ve tried it already.

He’d already had Mikasa and Jean search the ambassador’s rooms earlier that day. They’d both come up empty handed much to Levi’s frustration. It had already been a full day since the incident and Y/N hadn’t woken up since being given Hange’s temporary solution. He had thought for sure it would’ve one of the two who had made the biggest complaints at having Y/N attend their meetings. He’d dropped by Hange’s lab earlier, her face dark with concentration muttering to herself. She was still working on deciphering the poison used, it wasn’t one she was familiar with meaning that whoever had access to it either, had come from far away or had connections with the black markets.

The image of Y/N violently coughing up blood was permanently burned into his brain, he wouldn’t accept the possibility of her dying. Hange would find a cure, there was no other way. He couldn’t imagine living his life without Y/N at his side. She was his everything, hell he would even argue that she ran the kingdom better than he did. He feels helpless picturing her face contorted with pain, desperately begging him to make it go away. Shaking his head he tries to collect himself, he needed to focus on finding whoever had done this. The muffled sound of voices coming from the throne room grabs his attention. Unless either Levi or Y/N were present no one was allowed to be in there.

“Yes I did everything like you said, the queen should be dead by tonight” peeking through the crack of the door he finds Zeke standing with his back to Levi, another figure hidden behind him. Levi’s jaw clenches, his hunch had been right. Zeke had protested the most to having Y/N in the throne room, claiming that in his country women weren’t allowed to take part in “men’s affairs”. Needless to say Levi didn’t like him.

“Well I guess you’ve finally proved your worth Floch. Once that useless tramp is out of the way we’ll be able to begin seizing his kingdom slowly.”

“You must be absolutely fucking stupid to think this was the best place to gloat in your victory” Levi snaps. Shouting for his guards he stands in the way of their only exit. Floch’s face drains of colour while Zeke merely looks annoyed.

“Yes your majesty?”

“Take these two shit bags to the dungeon. I’ll be down shortly”

“You might think that you’ve won this time but I have people everywhere. Even in your own kingdom. Your queen is never going to be safe” Zeke’s cocky smirk sends Levi into a rage, he doesn’t think twice about punching him face. The sound of bones cracking under his knuckles the most satisfying sound he’s heard all day. Grabbing Zeke’s hair he pulls his face up to meet fiery grey eyes.

“Let me make this clear, you declared war on me and my kingdom the second you thought about hurting Y/N. It doesn’t matter who you have and where they are because just like you, they’re all going to be eliminated.” Levi’s tone is unwavering, not a hint of emotion can be heard. His lips curl back into a sneer, his demeanour that of a possessed man.

“You’re in for a long night boys, Jean make sure our guests are nice and comfortable” Levi’s eyes follow them out of the throne room, his fingers shaking with rage as he balls his fists.

Returning to their room after calming down he finds Hange leaning over Y/N, tilting her head back to help her drink another clear liquid.

“You found it?” He demands rushing over to her side, immediately he notices colour beginning to come back to her face.

“Yeah, it wasn’t easy but I managed. She should wake up in a few hours but she’s going to be pretty weak for a couple days.” Levi’s hand grips Y/N still one, his conscience can finally rest easy knowing that she would survive.

“Heard you found the guys who did this to her.” Hange remarks, packing away her medical supplies rather haphazardly into her bag.

“Wasn’t hard, dumb shits were bragging about it in the fucking throne room for God’s sake” rolling his eyes, Hange barks out a sharp laugh. Placing her hand on his shoulder, her expression is unusually serious.

“Make them pay Levi, who knows I might drop by myself. I’m a bit rusty but I could use a bit of stress relief”

“Only you would call torture stress relief four-eyes” he snorts.

“I’ll be back to check on her tomorrow morning” Levi’s shoulders slump forward, the events of the past day taking a toll on his emotions. Stripping out of his robes he slips into more casual clothing, curling up beside Y/N. Her body turns over facing him, her hands seeking him out even in sleep. Chuckling he pulls her close against his chest, kissing the top of her head. He was going to make sure Zeke suffered greatly for hurting his queen.

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