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sunnysideprincess · 2 years

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“Monstrosity”

No one should be surprised Stark's idea of a household pet is a spider. And yet...

They find it scuttling about inside a tank. A giant thing that's been no doubt souped up by Hydra's sneaky potions ("Chemicals, Barnes! This isn't the Salem Witch trials."), surrounded by other tanks of dead, enlarged version of bugs which he would vehemently protest on finding creepy. Worse is when the thing turns all of its beady eyes on them, raising hair on Bucky's neck and arms. If the furry palp and legs aren't enough, that thing has a human eye dangling in one of the webs. The morbid scene is straight out of a cheap horror flick. And yet much worse than aliens or flying robots he is used to seeing everyday. Even Black Widow steps back in disgust at the sight of her fellow arachnid.

Steve looks at that thing for like one second before looking at Bucky like he wants to say ", there ain't gonna be any slipper big enough for this". Bucky shrugs back, shuddering at the thumping sound of its legs. "Well, we could let Hulk squash it."

Unfortunately, he says it out loud. And worse than their misfortune of finding the final boss of any horror game, Stark makes a wounded noise at the back of his throat, his faceplate up and eyes moist when he turns to the team, his back dangerously close to the cage. Any other time, Bucky would have hit him to keep himself open so wide. Specially in front of a thing that's got all its eyes on him like he's some tasty treat. ("No, Stevie. I am not a peckish old grandmother. Your boyfriend is a dumba—Stark, get off the sea serpent!") But today, right now, he is not getting any closer to the bug. So he'll wait for when Stark gets his peachy ass away from it.

"We're killing it?"

Steve's face falls at the sight of his beau's sad puppy look and oh, see! Bucky knew that idiot would be the downfall of the two of them.

"Don't do it, Steve," Widow hisses beside them. "Don't fall for it."

Tony looks alarmed.

"But, why?"

"Tony, honey, I know you have a thing for collecting strays. But there's a skeleton on the underside of its belly."

Oh, sweet lord. Bucky hides the symptoms of his rising disgust and bile behind the vibranium fist. And yes, there is a skeleton dangling from the spider's belly.

"I'm going to go hurl in a can," Barton announces cheerfully, then grabs Wanda by her collar and runs. "And if that thing does end up in the compound, I'm moving back to the farm!"

Stark makes a broken, choked up sound and Bucky would swear it doesn't sit right with a fifty-something man, but all of them sway forward to console the inconsolable man-child. Except when Natasha takes one step to motherhen the genius, the spider hisses and spits a web at her. Thankfully, there's an eight inch thick glass standing between them and the thing, so it's fine. Though it does send them all scuttling further away from the cage.

Stark turns to look at the spider, which looks back at him. The genius looks back at them and Bucky knows, right then and there, it's game over.

•••

"A giant spider?"

He sounds incredibly happy and excited. See, there's a reason why he hates babysitting for his punk of a best friend and his billionaire boyfriend on Friday nights. It's this very reason.

"Is it radioactive? Does it eat giant flies? Or smaller roaches? Is it male? Female? Is it going to lay eggs? Are you going to keep it in the compound? Can I see it?"

Stark doesn't look up from the various screens he has been studying for the last hour and yet seamlessly rattles off all the right answers to his brainchild. Or whatever the hell Parker is supposed to be. (Hey!)

"No. Possibly. Yes. Yes. No. No. Yes. Yes, if you swing by after you're done with your homework."

"Aw, come on!" Then. "Don't let Bucky have a fit before I get there."

Yeah. He hates the kid.

•••

There are exactly four people cooing over the freak of nature. And Bucky is appalled to see Banner is one of them.

"Don't call it a freak, Bucky. It's not nice," Banner intones, swiveling back to the screen with a scowl on his face. Both Tony and Peter have their heads bent over the notes on the table, while Harley Keener looks closer to vibrating out of his seat.

"Have we settled on the name yet?"

"Aragog? Or Gandalf?"

"Why the hell would we name it Gandalf?"

"The beard?"

"Well, then lets go with Furball!"

"Ugh, kids," Stark groans, then mouths 'Furball' and begins to cackle. If that doesn't prove Tony Stark is a man-child.

Bucky briefly entertains the idea of going over to Sam's place. At least there, he'll get to have sex. But then Stevie has him in a headlock and is dragging him over to the communal kitchen, where he'll no doubt spend all the time bemoaning losing Tony's attention to a bug. He could and would sympathize, if he wasn't so worried about being a giant spider chomp. So now, he settles for being miserable and silently plans his quick escape to DC.

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foolishlovers · 5 months

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MUTUAL PINING FIC RECS: Below you'll find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are pining for each other.

You can request more fic recs here.

you play with my feelings (right from the start) by PenroseSun (G, 3k)

There were three things of which Crowley was absolutely certain: 1. Aziraphale, being an angel, was required to be kind and loving towards all things, even when those things were flawed or sinful or fallen. 2. Notwithstanding that obligatory kindness, Aziraphale would never, and could never truly love a demon, in any meaningful sense. 3. Despite this, Crowley was desperately, hopelessly, in love with him.

For To Quench My Thirst by apliddell (G, 6k)

After moving to Sussex with Aziraphale, Crowley is trying so hard to be satisfied with friendship and the suddenly beautiful life he already has.

Slow by write_away (T, 9k)

It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart. Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too by KissMyAsthma, leukozyna (T, 9k)

Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they? A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.

speed limits (and how to break them) by darcylindbergh (E, 13k)

There is a trick people do with a mint candy and a bottle of cola which results in a small eruption, and something very like it, for much higher stakes than a laugh in a car park, is about to take place in Aziraphale’s back room. Or: what happens when you finally unscrew the cap on a six thousand years of repression, and drop in Valentine’s Day.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture (M, 17k)

"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (E, 32k)

”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him. He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

Flowers From The Grave Of Our Friendship by WaitingToBeBroken (E, 50k)

Crowley is very good at temptation, not so good with what comes afterwards. Aziraphale knows demons don't love so he is happy to take anything Crowley would give him. Both of them are too blind to realize the thing they want is right in front of them.

Fledging by FeralTuxedo (M, 53k)

Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him. A human AU/kid fic.

Style and Substance by Cabernet_Woebegone (E, 89k)

“But y’know, if my boss finds out I’m helping you even a little, they’re gonna throw me out on my ass.” “Yes, I understand it is a bit of a conflict of interest for you… Is there something I can offer you in return? Something you would like?” Aziraphale questioned hopefully. You, Crowley thought loudly as he took a second sip. I want to know if you moan when you kiss the same way you do when you try something delicious. I want to know if your lips taste like Zinfandel. “Yes, actually.” Aziraphale is having difficulty running his restaurant, and it isn't helping that he believes the place across the street is trying to sabotage him. To his surprise, chef Crowley comes to him on friendly terms. Together they come up with an arrangement that could benefit them both.

On Espionage and Prophecy (or How to Accidentally, but Wholly, Fall in Love With a Soho Bookseller) by RockSaltAndRoll (E, 133k)

1941 is the London Blitz and the year that MI5 really comes into its own with the now infamous ‘double cross’ system. The service keep tabs on suspects, root out enemy agents and try to turn them into doubles. Anthony J Crowley is fucking great at this job. He can be sneaky, underhanded and damn ruthless but also charming and kind. It’s what makes him good at turning. Aziraphale is just a regular Soho bookseller who loves his shop and books and good food and wine when he’s approached by a woman claiming to be MI5, wanting to recruit him for espionage. The poor man is too trusting and gets the shock of his life when he’s approached by a charming but dangerous-looking man also claiming to be MI5. Crowley recruits Aziraphale to double cross a double crosser and Aziraphale takes to espionage like a duck to water. Danger, hijinks, and sex ensue.

Old Vines by sevdrag (E, 189k)

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

#support is so appreciated <3 #just hoping someone might find a new favourite!!#i think i may have material for another 2-3 mutual pining posts ngl it's one of my favourite tropes #also i know i know i've recommended old vines a thousand times but it really is THAT fic for me. do yourself a favour and read it pls!!#good omens #good omens fic rec #go fic recs #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #aziracrow fanfic #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #good omens human au #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #foolish recs #go fic masterpost

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rheasesposts · 1 year

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neteyam sully x tsu’tey!daughter!reader

summary : Neteyam doesn’t know if Y/N feels the same.

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Neteyam and Y/N sat side by side on the hard and cold rock with thighs touching and arms brushing each other’s. Y/N was silent, as usual, as she sharpened her knife that was gifted to her by Mo’at, the Tsahik and Neteyam’s grandmother.

Neteyam gazed at her as she did her own thing and admired the fall of her hair on her shoulder and the fierceness in her face that was never gone. Neteyam has had a crush on her since they were babies basically. The two had been inseparable before and even after Tsu’tey, her adoptive father, died, and Y/N became almost mute, only speaking when needed. Y/N was a stony and lonely warrior, taking after her late father. Neteyam held a special place in her heart since he understood why she wouldn’t talk and especially didn’t force her to.

The duo were also enemies when it came to learning anything, from taming an Ikran to peeling a fruit. Always trying to playfully one up each other for entertainment purposes. If Neteyam was truthful, Y/N won at almost everything the two competed in. Her skill unmatched by any warrior.

Neteyam didn’t know of her feelings, and he knew he certainly would never tell her of his, despite them already acting like a mated couple. So, all Neteyam did was study and watch Y/N as she did everything with flawless precision and a sneering face. From afar, that’s where he stands with her. Abruptly, the two witness Jake come out of his family’s tent and search for someone. His eyes find the two teenagers, and he points to in front of him.

“Y/N! Fall in!” Jake shouted to the young warrior in the mountain cavern. “Neteyam!” The two friendly rivals quickly stood in the Olo’eyktan’s sight with their hands behind their back and heads high. “You two, I need you to scout some Avatars Lo’ak saw about two miles east from here. Watch them, give me intel, but do not attack. Do not.”

“Yes, sir.” Neteyam replied and hoisted his bow onto his Ikran with Y/N doing a similar thing on her own Ikran.

“I trust you two to not be reckless.” Jake frowned, and before Neteyam flew off, Jake pulled Neteyam in for a brief hug. “Be safe, please. Keep an eye on her.”

“I will.” Neteyam promised his father, and his Ikran caught up to Y/N in a minute’s time. Jake stared as his son and the girl he told his dying friend, Tsu’tey, he would keep safe and look after as they became specks in the sky.

“Be quiet.” Y/N mouthed to Neteyam as he accidentally stepped on a branch that crunched too hard for Y/N’s liking. Neteyam nodded and put a hand to Y/N’s lower back as she peered at the 3 Avatars plucking at leaves and laughing. Y/N met Neteyam’s confused stare and shrugged slightly. Unfortunately, one of the Avatars became suspicious of the sound Neteyam’s foot made a few moments before and whipped his head to look for the source.

“It’s probably an animal.” The only girl Avatar spoke and nudged the man with her gun. And the man believed her until he glanced to the tree Y/N and Neteyam sat behind and noticed a blue foot poking out the foliage. Y/N could feel the shift in the atmosphere and sucked in a large breath. She took hold of Neteyam and softly shoved him towards the Ikrans. He got her intention and snuck to their Ikrans as quiet as we could. Y/N followed closely while keeping a watchful eye on the Avatar getting near the tree they had been hiding at.

“Stop worrying, bro.” The other Avatar said and in a moment the Avatar that had suspected something Na’vi was around spotted a dull blue band on a foot escaping the area.

“There!” He yelled and ran to catch the supposed Na’vi to take back to Home Base. Y/N simply picked up speed and attached her queue to her Ikran’s before taking off and readying hee bow, arrow notched tight in the string.

“No, do not attack.” Neteyam huffed out to Y/N, but she didn’t ease the tension of the bow. Only held it in her grip. “We should go.” They didn’t get the chance, the man broke through the clearing and began shooting at her and Neteyam. “Fly!”

Y/N snarled and instructed her Ikran to fly away from the scene hurriedly. Shots rang fast and many were near her head. She heard Neteyam let out a loud grunt, and she whirled to see him being targeted by the other Avatars. Y/N didn’t care for Jake’s orders anymore, this was Neteyam’s life on the line. Her first arrow barreled into the female Avatar, and she dropped dead.

“Bitch!” The man roared and reloaded his gun, but he wasn’t fast enough, Y/N had already marked him for death, an arrow to his chest. The last Avatar redeemed his friends by shooting at Y/N’s Ikran, and the Ikran was hit in the wing causing it to spiral with Y/N remaining calm. Neteyam on the other hand was losing his mind. Her Ikran hit the forest floor with a thud, and Y/N was knocked off, and the Avatar banged his gun to her head, making her fall unconscious. Neteyam landed his Ikran somewhere the last Avatar wouldn’t see and loaded his bow. The man tied Y/N’s hands and legs together. “A pretty thing, huh?”

Neteyam became disgusted and crept around the clearing, trying to find a good spot to shoot this demon. Y/N’s Ikran made calls and groans as it realized its rider was in pain as was itself. Neteyam didn’t see before because he was in the sky, but a bullet was lodged in Y/N’s foot. Probably from her descent.

“Come out, savage!” The Avatar was scared of the other one popping out. Neteyam cursed as he gathered the courage to expose himself to the Avatar. With a war cry, he jumped in the air and shot the Avatar through the heart with his blue and green arrow. The man crumpled, and Neteyam sprinted to Y/N’s fallen body.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?” Neteyam placed his hand on her face. “Y/N.” Her yellow eyes snapped open, and she immediately became feral, thrashing to get of the unknown person’s grip. “Y/N, it’s Neteyam.” She halted her movements and in relief, shut her eyes tight. “Hey, it’s ok. You’re alright.” Y/N began shaking her head as Neteyam cut her restraints. “What is wrong?” He knew about the bullet.

“Help me up.” Y/N muttered faintly. Neteyam hauled Y/N to her one foot and kept an arm around her waist. “Call Jake.”

Neteyam complied and tapped his comm button, “Devil Dog, come in.”

“Yes. Here, what is it? Over.” Jake’s voice imputed into Neteyam’s ear. Y/N gripped Neteyam harder as her foot throbbed painfully.

“Y/N and her Ikran were hit. I need back up, over.” Neteyam noted Y/N’s consistently falling head, most likely from blood loss. “Hey, stay with me, Y/N.”

“We’re on our way. Over.” Jake said, and Neteyam turned off his device to pay all his attention to Y/N.

“They’re coming.” Neteyam sweetly told the girl who was almost limp in his arms. Y/N looked at him with a strange expression he couldn’t explain.

“You are such a baby.” Y/N lightly teased after she recalled Neteyam shrieking once the Avatars shot at him. Neteyam pulled an offended face.

“I was following orders, skxawng.” He pinched her side, and she barely smirked at him.

“What a good little soldier.” Y/N sneered comically, and Neteyam scoffed and held her tighter. Usually Neteyam would hate someone calling him that, but from her, it was acceptable. “You are suffocating me.”

“Good.” Neteyam hummed, and Y/N humorously and delicately bit his shoulder. “You are a tiny demon.”

Y/N kissed it right after and Neteyam felt butterflies at the sensation of her lips on his skin. “Really?” She peered up at him through her eyelashes, and Neteyam blushed at her unmoving stare.

“Yes.” He stuttered out. This stoic warrior is making him flustered so easily. Suddenly, an Ikran swooped down to the two of them, and Neteyam found it was his Father with his mother on the ground a second later. Jake glanced at the dead bodies and grimaced. “Sorry, sir. We broke protocol.”

Jake shook his head and arrived at Y/N’s side and propped up her feet on his knee. “What happened?” Neytiri handed Jake the antiseptic and bandage then walked to Y/N’s Ikran to patch it up as well.

“They started shooting at us.” Neteyam explained, and he observed Y/N digging her nails into her palm as Jake poured alcohol in her wound. “Y/N killed two of them before the last one shot her Ikran.” Neteyam brushed Y/N’s back in comfort as his father wrapped Y/N’s foot.

“Are you hurt?” Neytiri bellowed to her son.

“No, mother.” Neteyam called back.

Y/N’s breath hitched as Jake tied the bandage off and it tugged at the sensitive skin. “Let’s get you home.” Jake patted Y/N’s head warmly, and Neteyam led her to his Ikran. Neteyam mounted the Ikran before Jake helped Y/N onto the beast, in front of Neteyam. Neytiri and Jake were going to lead Y/N’s Ikran back. “See you at Camp.”

Y/N’s body weight was on Neteyam’s chest, but he didn’t mind. He loved when she let her guard down and showed minimal affection. One of his arms was holding her to him and the other was holding the saddle/reigns of his Ikran.

“How are you feeling?” Neteyam asked the girl who curled up into his arms to fall asleep after they visited Mo’at to check her wound, and has now awoken. Y/N just snuggled her face into his neck. “Y/N, come on.”

“I am fine, Neteyam.”

“Thank you.” Neteyam sighed, and Y/N sat up abruptly to hang over him. “Hm?”

Y/N didn’t respond to his suggestive hum, and took his face into her hands. Neteyam’s heart stopped, and he didn’t breathe. What was she doing? Y/N proceeded to straddle his torso and rest her legs on either side of his hips. A finger traced his jawline, and he didn’t dare move.

“Why does your heart beat so fast?”

“I am, uh, embarrassed.” Neteyam questioningly offered. Y/N’s fangs popped out as she beamed and ran her hands to settle on his chest.

“Why? Huh?” Y/N tilted her head, and Neteyam thought she was too pretty.

“Because you’re gorgeous.” He admitted gently, and she flickered her gaze to his agape lips before leaning down and kissing his cheek. Then his other one. Neteyam groaned in anticipation, “Just kiss me.”

“Is the great Neteyam begging?” Y/N tutted against his cheek, and Neteyam could feel her words fan over his face. Her lips hovered over his before she crashed them down into his. Neteyam’s hands were instantly on her waist and squeezing as she worked their mouths in sync. Y/N slipped her hands up to his neck.

A clear of the throat caused the two to separate lips and look like deer in headlights as Jake stood at the entrance with an awkward look.

“So, how long?” Jake pointed at them.

“Just now.” Neteyam assured quickly, and Y/N stayed in her place on top of him, not at all ashamed.

“Your father is glaring at me, I can tell.” Jake huffed, and Y/N gave him a tiny smile and cocooned back into Neteyam. “Don’t make any babies.” Jake whistled before legging out.

“Dad!” Neteyam shouted as Y/N silently chuckled and peppered his chest with kisses.

#jake sully #neteyam #neytiri #avatar #avatar x reader #kiri sully #loak sully #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x you #sully family #tuk sully #jake sully x y/n #neytiri x reader #sully family x reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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*Najma and Jamil passing by Queen Maleficia in the corridor*

Najma: Look, Jamil! She has the same strange horn headwear as your friend back in Al’ab Nariya. She must be his parents or something!

I live for Jamil's suffering 🥰 P.S. @ TWST devs, please release official chibis of Najma and the other non-NRC NPCs that I can use for my banner!!

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Panic set into Jamil’s eyes.

Grabbing his sister by the wrist, he hurriedly maneuvered her to the far right of the hallway—as far away from the woman approaching in the opposite direction as he could manage. Horned and draped in black robes, she glided toward them like a ghoul straight out of a nightmare. Her face was a stony pale mask, as austere as it was lethally beautiful.

Najma’s mouth flew open to protest. “Hey, what’s your deal?”

“Not so loud,” Jamil hissed, shushing her. “You can’t just point and say whatever you want about people you see walking about campus. It’s extremely rude—and, in case you’ve forgotten, Malleus-senpai’s status far exceeds our own.”

Besides, the last thing I need on my plate is smoothing over an international incident sparked by my own little sister!! I’ve seen the storms that whip up when Malleus is mad. I don’t even want to think about what happens when a fairy queen is offended…!!

“Eh, is he really that important? I didn’t realize.”

“More than you know.”

You have no idea who you’re dealing with at all!!

“Well… okay, but I still think you’re way overreacting.”

Najma jabbed a thumb in the direction of the courtyard. A number of students, family members, and staff were mingling there, drinking in the balmy afternoon.

“What’s wrong with saying hi to your classmates’ parents? That’s what this whole event’s for. I’d rather be doing that than hang out with you all day.”

“It’s smarter to avoid some people entirely,” he insisted snappily, “especially when it comes to Malleus-senpai and matters of family.”

His parents are already…

A page from a Magic History textbook came to Jamil’s mind. The story of the great Draconian line—and how mightily they fell, consumed by the flames of war. All that remained among the ashes were the yet unborn crown prince and the queen of the previous generation.

Maleficia.

“You there.”

Jamil and Najma jumped, the two of them almost smacking right into a wall.

The horned woman had materialized a few feet away, her petrifying stare fixed on the duo. Her gaze seemed to swallow all light and color, peering at the children from an unnamed abyss.

A shiver raced down Jamil’s spine.

He instinctively placed himself in front of his sister, adopting his “business professional” voice. “Yes, ma’am? How may I help you?”

Najma rolled her eyes. She stepped out from behind Jamil and flashed a sweet smile. “Hello! I’m Najma Viper, and this worrywart here’s my big bro, Jamil.”

He shot her a glare.

Maleficia inclined her head. After a thoughtful pause, she said, “Might you two be acquainted with my grandson? I’m meant to meet him at his dormitory. However, I’m afraid that the flow of time has eluded me, and I’ve yet to locate our designated meeting place. I must have passed by this corridor no less than ten times now.”

Her lips pulled back, forming a wry expression—as if she knew something they didn’t. “I’ve approached others to inquire about this matter, but they’re all in such a hurry to retreat when I draw near.

“But here I come upon fearless children of man like yourselves, so bold as to whisper of my grandson in my presence. Such audacious youths.”

She made no further moves, but Jamil felt the space between him and the wall shrink with each passing millisecond.

Stay calm. You can deal with this. Just divert her attention by giving her the directions she wants. Crisis averted.

Jamil cleared his throat. “If you’re looking for the Mirror Chamber, it’s…”

“You mean Malleus, right?” Najma interrupted, her dark eyes sparkling. “Yes, I’ve met him once! He’s one of Jamil’s friends that visited Silk City for our annual fireworks festival. We shopped around in the local bazaars and had so much fun together! Right, Jamil?”

“I wouldn’t call us friends per se,” he countered, the tight leash he kept on his annoyance momentarily slipping.

“Oh, don’t be so modest. They know each other sooo well, miss!” Najma continued. “In fact, Jamil could totally escort you to Malleus himself.”

“Najma,” he warned through gritted teeth, “that’s enough.”

"You, boy. Does she speak the truth?"

"Please forgive her!! She has a bad habit of overembellishing her stories."

"Wow," Najma said flatly. "Are you calling your cute baby sister a liar?"

You traitorous SNAKE!! It took every ounce of energy in him to choke the words down. Jamil scrambled to save face, to prevent the situation from further spiraling out of his control.

"It's true that I'm familiar with this campus, but I cannot say that I'm familiar with Malleus-senpai. He is a well-respected upperclassman that I have had few opportunities to engage with on a personal level."

Maleficia regarded the Viper siblings carefully. She raised a hand and pointing a dagger-like nail at the two.

"You shall both show me to him," Maleficia boomed. Outside, the sky flickered and momentarily darkened.

His resistance crumbled, and he gave in. "Y-Yes, ma'am!!"

"And furthermore..." The fairy's fingers curled into her palm. Her entire hand ignited with a hauntingly emerald fire. Green light spilled over Maleficia's stern features and painted the hallway.

Najma's jaw went slack.

Jamil flinched, bracing himself for a devastating display of magic. Punishment for stepping out of line.

Suddenly, the flames went out and Maleficia unfurled her fingers. Now in her hand was a thick stack of small but detailed paintings. The topmost one featured what appeared to be a large egg.

Najma and Jamil exchanged confused looks.

"It is unfortunate that you've not had the chance to intimately engage with Malleus," Maleficia lamented, plucking up the image of the egg. Beneath it was a painting of a green-eyed infant with raven hair and horns not unlike her own.

"Th-That's..." Jamil stammered, struggling to keep his words steady.

Maleficia smiled mischievously with her teeth. "It falls to me as his guardian to educate you on my grandson's charms. Come, I will enlighten you on our stroll to his dormitory."

"Oh... Um, okay?" Najma glanced at her brother, eyebrows raised.

"I... I suppose that's fine," Jamil replied defeatedly.

He so desperately wished to let his shoulders slump, and to hang his head--but no, not in the presence of fairy royalty. Expressing his frustrations would have to come another time.

How... How did I even end up in this mess?!

#Jamil Viper #Najma Viper #twst #twisted wonderland #Maleficia Draconia #disney twisted wonderland #NRC Family Day #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #twisted wonderland scenarios

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fullyfazed · 5 months

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I keep thinking about the possibilities for the next* life series so now you all get to be subjected to my thoughts.

*not confirmed yet, just based on hope and an implied future for the series

Like I said in my other post I would LOVE for there to be a large snow biome on the map, but that got me thinking about other biomes and land features which have been under-repped in seasons past.

So I made a topographical map. Of course.

The big feature would be the stony peaks which would surround spawn (located on an island in a lake). The mountains could be used as a wall for those living inside, a lookout point for anyone living on it, and it would serve as a natural terrain challenge when it came to brawls and inter-faction attacks.

The other large geological feature would be the cavern/ravine. Another feature which could work as a base and/or difficult terrain, but could also be a good entry point for mines and the deep dark.

As for the biomes themselves I think it would be cool to use them not only because they haven't really shown up yet, but because of the aesthetics, dynamics, and building styles associated with them would be so fun to see in a season (plus the fanart would be sick)

These are just some examples but it could be interesting if there was a tree house village in the jungle, a secure winter base in the mountains, or maybe even an apocalyptic wasteland in the badlands. Obviously there are tons of other variations of bases that could be built in these areas, but these were the first that came to mind.

But Fazed, you cry, what will the gimmick be?

Well I'm so glad you asked because I have two main ideas, both of which involve an aspect of randomness. They'd be built off the original 3rd life system, so keep that in mind :)

The first idea is that every session, there's a random server-wide event. The event could be anything, like every player turns invisible, a random green turns red for the session, or a tornado shows up. Something that will bring an aspect of chaos to the server as a whole, and could potentially increase in dangerousness as the series progresses. There would only be one event per session, and there would be no way to predict what it will be, so they'd have to be handled in a similar way that the secrets are handled in Secret Life.

The second idea steams from double life, but instead of 2 players being connected, the server is split into teams, each with 3-6 players. Teams are randomized at the start of the series, and players switch teams (also randomized) when they die. So there's a real chance that someone could be caught in a trap and then forced to join their killers teams. Health wouldn't be linked for obvious reasons, but I think there could be potential in having shared status effects, inventories, or team synergy bonuses (couple seconds of resistance if your whole team is together, strength boost when all members attack one enemy, regen when eating together, things like that).

Personally I could see both of these ideas working in tandem but I understand how that could be overwhelming when it comes to the creation and execution of the series, so seeing them on their own should also work.

That's about it, I don't really have a good name for this yet but if you like any of the ideas in here please consider adopting them into your psyche.

#life series #trafficblr #3rd life #last life #secret life #double life #limited life #random life #<- bad name i know #begging everyone to imagine rancher duo but winter core #think of the embroidery. think of all the crane wives and oh hello songs we could put to it #originally the team idea would also have a randomly rolled leader but i thought that might mess with the dynamics a little too much

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ato-catto · 1 year

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Requested by: @justmewoo

What If I'm Not Enough?

Piccolo x reader

Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth/sadness/turmoil

You looked beautiful, holding baby Bulla to your chest while you and Bulmaz gushed over the newborn with the other Z fighter wives.

Piccolo crossed his arms against his chest in an attempt to subdue the growing feeling in his chest, watching you gently press a bottle nib into the mewling infants mouth, bouncing and shushing her- lulling her into a sleepy feed.

His dark pupils widened slightly, his heart thumping just a little harder. You looked so ... happy.

Come to think of it, you were the right age for motherhood. Not that he could give it to you. Piccolo glowered slightly, turning away from you in a mixture of sadness and shame.

You two could never have a family. Namekians were not built that way- to reproduce with a woman.

Gohan noticed Piccolos dark look and hunched shoulders and smiled at him.

"What's up, Mister Piccolo? You look like someone just rained on your parade!"

Piccolo let out a slow sigh. "I'm fine." He lied. He felt awful.

Gohan frowned, and placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Sympathetic to what he didn't know-- yet. "Piccolo you look miserable. What is it? You can tell me, ya know?"

Piccolo turned away and looked out at the horizon over Capsule Corps pools. "She looks so happy with the baby. And I can't give her that." He said, his voice deep and quiet.

Gohan glanced over at you, watching you play with baby Bulla, smiling happily while you shook a little silver rattle. He sighed.

"Ah. I'm sorry Piccolo. I guess that wouldn't be on the cards for you guys, huh?"

Piccolo tensed and his frown got deeper, his arms tightening across his chest. "Clearly not."

Gohan didn't know what exactly to say- he couldn't relate to the predicament at all, watching Pan fly about with her Uncle Goten and Trunks. "Maybe you guys could consider adoption? Or, oh! You could vomit up an egg..? Apparently Namekians do that."

Piccolo grimaced. "I would rather not." He grumbled, his antennae drooping. "It wouldn't be our baby. It would just be mine."

Gohan nodded. "True. I'm sorry Piccolo. I don't know what to say."

Piccolo didnt need him to say anything. His mind was already made; Slowly pull away from you until you found another human you could copulate with.

Even if it broke his heart- he wanted you happy.

And you seemed happiest around children and babies. Your maternal instincts shone out from within you like a whole new type of power. You looked the part, acted the part.. it was destroying him to see you go without a family.

Every time you came to visit him over the next few weeks, he pulled away from you everytime you tried to fully wrap your arms around him to embrace him. Confused, you kept to yourself the rest of the week, thinking perhaps he didn't want to be touched at the moment.

Before you left one night, you turned to kiss him goodbye but was met with a stony glare. "Piccolo, what is with you at the moment?"

Piccolo just turned away, once again crossing his arms defensively over his chest. "Nothing. I'm not acting any differently than I normally do." He grunted, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"You have kissed me in almost two weeks, and everytime I try to even touch you- you pull away like I have some awful disease."

He didn't respond, he just turned and walked into his home, letting the door click shut behind him. What you took as a purely rude and hateful response was actually the big stoic Namekian hiding the welling tears threatening to spill.

He had hated every second of the last few weeks, but in his eyes it was for the greater good.

But he loved you so much it was ripping him apart.

You went home, a cloud of thunder hanging over your head . You sobbed into your pillow when you tried to sleep, your soul starved of the love you had been so used to for the past three or so years. You missed the Namekians touch, and murmered compliments and gentle kisses.

Did he not love you anymore? Had he grown tired of you?

The relationship was not sexless- despite Piccolos absence of a manhood. There was a passion there that was irrefutable. It wasnt the absence of passion whatsoever.

Perhaps... perhaps it was because you weren't biologically compatible. He could give you a baby and you couldn't bore him a family.

The realisation hit you in the gut- this had started the day he saw you with Bulmas new baby girl.

You tore out of bed and shoved on your shoes, running to his home across pitch black plains, only lit by moonlight. "Piccolo!" You cried, his door opening before you reached it. His onyx eyes sparkled in the silver moonlight, his body language still guarded.

"What are you doing here so late? It's not safe at night-" he began, staring down at you with forced indifference.

"Piccolo- we don't need a baby to be happy. I love you- us! - just the way we are. If we want a family we can go through other means," hot tears stung your cheeks and you pleaded before him, watching his scowl melt away from his face. "But please! Don't leave me! I need you."

Piccolo dropped to his knees and hugged you against him so hard you felt your spine pop in several places. He let out a single huffed sob and buried his pointed nose into your hair.

"I'm stupid." He growled, shaky breaths making his shoulders tremble. "I'm so stupid. I'm sorry."

You wrap your arms around his neck. You had missed this closeness so much. "You were stupid. Don't ever think I would give you up for anything else. You are perfect just the way you are and I wouldn't change you for the world."

"But you looked so happy with Bulla.. and you always talk about being a mother." Piccolo pulled back to swipe your tears away with his thumbs.

"I also talk about being a chef." You giggled through tears. "It doesn't mean we have to do it now, right away, or even ever."

He watched your smile before it spread to him, his little fangs poking over his lip. "You're right. You're always right, somehow." Leaning forward, he placed his lips on yours, kissing you with the power of two weeks of missed kisses.

After all, there was always the dragon balls. ;)

#piccolo x reader #x reader #dbz #anime #piccolo #requested #thanks for the request!

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 4 months

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[excerpt from an upcoming Stephen Strange x Hope Collins fic]

🎄Wrapped Up In Christmas Memories🎄

(Indulge me, if you will? Not sure if I'll be able to complete this story by Christmas, let alone the New Year ~ but the need to write this part is strong upon me, while my loves for Stephen and for Story compell me...)

genre: angst, catharsis, healing...and above all, love ❤️

characters: Stephen Strange, Hope Collins (OFC); established relationship

word count: 1.2k-ish

...Beverly Strange had been a music teacher before she ever became a farmer's wife. And for most of her life--despite how stony her husband grew over the years, grimly implacable in the face of what he found to be frivolous--she had done her best to fill their household with music. It was no fluke that Stephen developed such a great love for music that his prodigious intellect maintained a mental catalog of music trivia encompassing multiple genres.

Beverly had given private piano lessons as much for fulfillment as for the extra money the family had needed in lean years on the farm. Until the birth of Stephen's younger brother Victor, she had volunteered as Choir Director at the community's small Lutheran church. Stephen could remember spending many an afternoon in the weeks leading up to Christmas and Easter in the choir loft, coloring quietly and humming along while Beverly conducted practice. Once her youngest child, Donna, had been old enough to sit in a church pew under Stephen's supervision (for their father rarely attended weekly services) Beverly had resumed a place in the choir and was often featured as a soloist during the holidays. Stephen had been damn proud watching his mother sing her favorite carol, 'Oh, Holy Night'; how straight she had stood, free of his father's angry shadow, and of how flawlessly (to him, anyway) her notes had risen--in his child's mind he had been sure they had reached Heaven itself.

Most of all, though, he had always been proud to see when some parishioner or another was moved to tears by the purity of her rendition. Decades later, he could easily recall that feeling if he allowed himself to remember, could hear her in his mind--but the pain of Donna's death and the toll it wreaked upon his mother usually precluded him from indulging in such sentimental recall. Beverly's music had fallen mute the day his sister had drowned; she had never sung in church again, nor had Stephen ever heard her sing in their own home in the too short years that followed before her grief prematurely aged her into an early grave.

Stephen himself had adopted a stoic mien in the wake of losing Donna, internalizing the blame he felt for failing to save her, and by extension, their mother. Nearly two decades later, it still hurt too damn much to remember the first--and very rare--people who had loved him unconditionally, as both had been lost to him well before their time. And as his most vibrant memories of them included Christmastimes, he had turned his back on all but the most superficial of holiday celebrations.

He kept his painful thoughts and memories buried deep and had only confessed them to Christine (whom he realized in retrospect was the third soul to have loved him unconditionally) one sloppy, drunken night two months after his accident. She had given him what solace she could, gently urging him to not be so hard on himself, reminding him that both Donna and Beverly would wish for him to seek some healing, and staying with him until he drifted into a dreamless sleep. When she returned to check on him the next day, he had closed himself off again, rejecting her concern as unnecessary. Brushing off the incident as impertinent to his current life and goals.

But now...oh now! A wee bit at a time, Hope--who loved him as unconditionally as his past dear ones--had been chipping away at that wall. Reintroducing Christmas into his life by osmosis, without a hint of pressure for him to embrace the season. As she'd promised four weeks ago, she'd gone about her Christmasing without the sort of fuss that might bother him. With each little Yuletide advance she had made in the Sanctum, he had found himself relaxing and accepting, smiling in concession, happy to play witness to her happiness in the season.

Christmas was still a week away, and Stephen had begun contemplating what sort of gift he might manage for his own Who-girl. He hoped to find a gift that spoke his heart clearly, but each idea that came to him fell flat soon after he thought it up.

Settled comfortably in his study this evening, he was delving into a freshly discovered manuscript that appeared to have been penned by The Ancient One when she had been apprenticed to Merlin, during his tenure as the Londinium Sanctum Master. Though it should have been a fascinating read, Stephen found himself distracted by the question of what to give Hope--and by the carols she was playing in the living room portion of his quarters. Celtic Woman, he told himself with no effort to recall the facts; released October 2006, peak chart position number one on Billboard for US Worldwide Albums. The trilling of the all female group was pleasant enough, but not at all conducive to the study he was attempting.

Meaning to simply ask Hope to lower the volume so he could concentrate, Stephen removed his reading glasses, leaving them to rest atop the open manuscript and then headed the short way to the main room of his suite. The fragrances of cranberry and evergreen greeted him as he drew near, for she'd made a substantial investment in candles for the season, and they were clearly alight as she wrapped presents. Hope was deep in her element and happy to be so.

The music paused between tracks, and when it resumed, it stopped Stephen in his. The opening strains of 'O, Holy Night' filled the air, and in a heartbeat they landed upon him, sending him back to his youth, well before he had known loss and heartbreak. To those crisp, cold Nebraska evenings when his heart had swelled with love and pride to see his mother sing. Unprepared as he was for those powerful images and sounds to fill his senses, Stephen backed away, his eyes prickling with tears of mixed grief and recollection. Tears he'd put off for far too long in his quest to avoid the pain. And yet he knew that just several feet around the corner was the very soul who had given him the exact comfort, love, and strength he'd needed to complete the dreadful journey he had undertaken to save this Universe from Thanos--and that she'd be only too glad to learn this part of his past and help him find healing.

By some remarkable coincidence, or as if she'd heard his thoughts, Hope's answer came unbidden, her voice blending in as though it had been meant to be a message for his ears alone.

'Sweet hymns of joy, in grateful chorus raise we..., ' she sang as his heart seemed to crack open in bittersweet relief. 'Fall on your knees, O hear the angels voices...' Stephen wrapped his arms across his chest while he wept to remember the love and warmth that had been his in the little church and in every moment spent in his mother's company. How had he made himself ignore such a miraculous gift? Surely the joy of it far outweighed the sorrow. How foolish to have gone so long without allowing himself such comfort.

The carol now drew swiftly to it's close, and still his Hope sang sweetly, following the notes faithfully, unaware that she had reawakened a dormant part of his heart. 'O night,' she crooned, in happy harmony with those recorded singers, 'O night divine!' He swiped his tears away with both his palms, deciding he must tell her this part of his story. His reasons for divorcing Christmas from his life. And that he understood at last that every day of this beautiful season, she'd been patiently showing him that love was stronger than even grief...

[to be completed - once I finish the beginning as well!]

tagging: @aeterna-auroral-avenger @strangelock221b @stewardofningishzida @icytrickster17 @ben-locked @lorelei-lee @mousedetective @darsynia @bakerstreethound @hithertoundreamtof23 @rmoonstoner @mckiwi @doctorstrangeaskblog

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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I am loving billy adopting Conner !! 💖 ty for feeding us always with your DC content!! it's always unique and I very much appreciate the fact you love so many blorbo's (especially my batgirls who never get any screentime or rights within fics coughhh)

Thank you! I try to at least name-drop characters who are important to the specific blorbos I'm writing about/obsessing on, especially when they'd logically be relevant, even if I'm not majorly including them in the fic du jour. I feel like it rounds out the world and characters more and also it's just like . . . there was this thing where, for example, I used to read a lot of Steve/Tony fics back in the day and SO many people just NEVER mentoned Rhodey EVER, and it made me LEGIT INSANE, lol. So like, I try not to do that to people myself? It's just weird and jarring and ANNOYING, dangit!

Like I understand wanting to tell a ship-focused story, for example, but when you're 50k deep in a plot-heavy Stony fic and nobody's even throwaway-line MENTIONED Rhodey . . . . . . like COME ON, PEOPLE. And like, I feel similarly about for example Timkon that forgets Steph or Tana or other relationships ever happened even when it's clearly taking place AFTER those relationships had happened.

Also I still really wanna write some Cass/Kon sooooo . . . 👀

#rintalk #anonymous

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spookyserenades · 1 year

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Trouvaille - Chapter One TEASER

Pairing(s); BTS OT7 x Reader

Genre/Themes; Hybrid!AU, themes of the supernatural and the occult, religious themes, violence, hurt/comfort, horror, romance

Rated; 18+ for swearing, violence/gore, future sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count; 3.1k

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Updates on the 7th of each month

**** READ THE COMPLETE CHAPTER HERE! ****

This is a teaser for Chapter One of Trouvaille! The whole chapter will be 20k words and posted on February 7th. If you'd like to be added to the taglist for the first few chapters, let me know. Any comments, questions, and feedback will be lovingly received. Please enjoy!

The place was entirely gray. The walls, the tin desk with an ancient register, the old guidebooks lining dusty shelves, all radiated a depressing emotion. Even the man behind the desk, still watching a noisy pre-season Patriots game, had dull gray hair and a sagging complexion. Stifling a smirk at how out of place ritzy Ben looked, Y/N pressed a hand over her mouth as she sifted through a rack of hybrid-specific clothes that were about as old as she was. Roy cleared his throat, standing before the desk, Ben uncharacteristically silent as the man grumbled with annoyance, peering up at the three of them.

Setting his phone down, the man stood arthritically before painting on a customer-service smile.

“And how can I help youse today?” Y/N nearly snickered at the man’s Quincey accent, alcohol making her a little giddy, until she realized this man just might be the saving grace of her Friday night. “We’re havin’ a sale on them jeans over there,” the man pointed to the rack Y/N had steadied herself on.

“Uh, okay, good to know. Actually, we’re here to potentially adopt, if you have any hybrids available, that is,” Roy took the lead, Ben’s eyes glazed over as he stared at a cobweb on the ceiling. The man made a noise of understanding in the back of his throat, grabbing a key ring from the desk drawer.

“Got just one, follow me,” the man motioned to them with a finger, unlocking the door at the back of the shop behind a shelf of books. Roy looked a bit disheartened, the chances of the lone hybrid at the shelter being a child slim to none. The trio stepped through the threshold anyways, the back room filled with what could only be compared to empty jail cells sans doors, the scent of cleaning products heavy in the air. Y/N was shocked by Ben’s continued silence, analyzing his stony expression as they reached the back of the room. There was a slim hallway to Y/N’s right, dimly lit, but they did not go down that way.

“Got this one in about two hours ago. She’s the smallest of her siblings, apparently… too hyper for them fancy shelter’s customers, or so’s I’ve been told by the person who dropped her ‘ere. Name’s Daisy, up-to-date on her doctor’s visits, guaranteed,” the shopkeeper rattled off, scratching the back of his head. He stepped to the side, allowing Ben and Roy to peer into the chamber Daisy was in.

Sat on the little bed in the corner, engrossed in a colorful picture book, was a little girl about four years old. She had beautiful white blonde hair, long white lop ears sprouting from her crown, and was wearing a sundress with strawberries on it. She looked very well taken care of, a teddy bear clamped under her arm and hair neatly brushed. One of her ears twitched at the sound of the man’s voice, large chocolate eyes darting upwards. A tiny, toothy grin stretched across her precious face as she jumped up from the bed, book clattering to the floor.

“Oh my gosh!” Ben gasped delightedly, the little bunny hybrid gathering a fistfull of his pant leg. Y/N was flabbergasted at the sight of such an angelic little girl in such a drab, depressing place. How in the hell did nobody adopt her?

“Hi! Hi, you’re here! They’re loud…” Daisy practically vibrated with energy, shaking the material of Ben’s pant leg excitedly. Her eyes darted down the narrow hallway Y/N had spotted moments before, one of Daisy’s ears lifting in that direction.

“She’s beautiful! I can’t believe it – we were looking for a child just like her! Ben, what do you think?” Roy was so happy, his face was entirely pink as he bent down to say hello. The hybrid seemed to not have an ounce of shyness in her body, thrusting her teddy bear into Roy’s hand and telling him the bear’s name.

“I think that this place was harboring a miracle after all,” Ben said in a disbelieving tone, simply glowing at Roy and Daisy’s interactions. She was chattering on about her morning, what she wanted to eat for dinner, and her new book.

“I don’ think she’ll be here for very long,” the shopkeeper called from next to Y/N. He looked like he was aching to get back to his Patriots game. “If you wanna adopt, I suggest you do it tonight.”

“What breed is she? How old, and how much, and where do we sign?” Ben asked rapidly, blushing furiously as Roy picked Daisy up when she stretched her arms out to be held. Y/N could hardly believe the events unfolding in front of her; she knew that the couple was prepared to adopt that very night, but she was sure they wouldn’t be able to find what they were looking for right away. Suddenly, she felt like she was intruding on a private moment, no matter how close she was to Ben and Roy.

“Uh…” the man pulled his eyebrows together, checking a clipboard velcroed to the wall. “She just turned four. Lionhead rabbit, the fancy Latin name ‘ere too if you want it. Adoption fee for her…” looking thoughtfully at Ben’s Gucci loafers, the man smirked. Y/N turned away, feeling ill from her martini, stalking off slightly down the mysterious hallway. “... $2,500. I’ll print up them papers in the office.”

Slinking down the short hallway, Y/N took a deep breath. Daisy was like a gift from some cosmic entity, and it almost seemed too good to be true. She felt warmth spread through her chest as she thought about the spare room in Ben’s townhouse, already decked to the nines with children’s toys and furniture. Daisy would want for nothing, and it was as if Ben and Roy had already fallen in love with her. Dragging her fingertips along the cinder block walls, she made a surprised sound at the heavy metal door a few feet away from her. Further down the hall, there was a normal wooden door left ajar, an office, from the looks of it. Humming, she turned her attention to the safe-like door, a big red sign nailed to the left of it. The sign read: Exotics and Aggressives - Do Not Enter.

Now that sign certainly caught her attention – all she had to read was Exotics before a happy sensation flooded through her. Giddy, she began to rise on her tiptoes to peek through the small square window of the door, when she heard a throat clear behind her. Startled, she whipped around, guilt painting her features as the shopkeeper eyed her suspiciously.

“I wouldn’ get too close to them, if I were you, young lady,” the man said, hands on his hips. “They’ll take off your arm in a second.”

Arching an eyebrow, Y/N’s curiosity was piqued even more with this statement. The man sighed, pointing at the window.

“Go ahead, take a look. They’re all vicious, the jaguar bastard bit me yesterday,” he muttered, tenderly rubbing a bandage on his left forearm. Staring at the man, as if to decipher if he was egging her on or not, Y/N turned back to the window, finally peering in.

The room was large, but all divided by iron bars, like giant cages they would keep big animals in at the clinic. At first, she had to squint to see anything other than iron, but then she let out a startled gasp as her eyes focused.

She counted four hybrids, fully shifted into their animal forms. First, her sight landed on a gorgeous, albeit underweight, leopard, laying on its side, asleep. In the cell next to it was what appeared to be a coyote, turned away from the door and shaking like a leaf in the corner.

“My God,” Y/N whispered, taking in the third animal, a black jaguar, most likely the one that had bitten the shopkeeper. It was asleep, breathing labored, as blood oozed from a jagged cut on his side.

Anger welled up inside of her, beginning to turn to the shopkeeper in wrath, before her breath was cut off by the sight of the final animal she could see: the biggest Northwestern wolf she had ever seen, and it was staring right back at her. Undoubtedly a male, the wolf’s amber eyes bored into hers, ears swiveling forward in alert and teeth baring immediately. The creature’s expression sent shivers down her spine, even as he was laying down in his cell separated by the heavy door Y/N was pressed against. Unable to tear her gaze away from the wolf, she forgot all about her bed calling her name, about Ben and Roy, and about Daisy.

“Who are they?” Y/N asked, eventually breaking eye contact with the wolf. Looking at the shopkeeper, who had pulled out his phone to check on the Patriots, didn’t even spare the door a glance.

“Bunch o’ bastards. We get the unadopted hybrids that are found wandering the streets, the ones that are rejected by other shelters, sometimes from circuses or zoos if they stop doin’ what they’re supposed to,” he replied, sounding bored. He began to walk away, heading towards the office, when Y/N pulled herself away from the door to urgently grab his wrist.

“Wait! I– oh,” she let go of his wrist, blushing in embarrassment. “What’s going to happen to them?” Y/N asked, fearing the worst. The man scoffed, beginning to get annoyed with her questions.

“Listen, lady, I’ve got a guy from Manhattan coming in tomorrow morning to pick up them animals. He’s offering seven G’s for all seven of em’... for hunting or something, I don’ really care what for. It’s payday tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to send that rabbit on her way with your buddies so I can finish the game in peace,” with that, the man stalked to the office, muttering something about “women”, the sound of a stuttering printer filling the hallway.

Affronted, Y/N felt her heart begin to race, thinking about the beautiful leopard being hunted down, and the chances of the injured jaguar living past tomorrow evening. Feeling more ill than ever, the disgust for the world she lived in infiltrated every cell of her body. She peeked back into the room once more, immediately searching for the other three animals, but could not strain her eyesight into the far hidden corners of the room. A pained wheeze came from the jaguar, tail limply beating the floor. She looked at the wolf again, but to her surprise, he had turned around from her view and curled himself into a ball. Her heart sank, palms sliding down the door. If she didn’t feel powerless to help animals before, she certainly did at that moment.

“Y/N? Where did you go?” Roy inquired, voice raised. She blinked rapidly, ears picking up Daisy’s childish giggle, and huffed sadly for the seven hybrids behind the locked door. While her heart was breaking for them, she wouldn’t allow herself to dampen her friend’s spirits on such a wonderful night for the two of them.

She stiffened as the shopkeeper brushed past her, a packet in hand, grumbling in her direction. Curling her lip up in a snarl of disgust, she begrudgingly followed him, glancing at the metal door once more.

“The papers. Let’s sign em’ up front, come on, now,” the shopkeeper grunted, stepping into the light of the main hybrid holding room. Roy still had Daisy on his hip, his face confused as it landed on Y/N. She brightened up in the best way that she could, smiling sweetly at Daisy, who had begun to sleepily nod her head against Roy’s shoulder. Ben held her teddy bear and picture book, pacing around the space she was in as if to check for any other of her belongings.

“Sorry, guys! I had to run to the bathroom in the back,” Y/N lied, watching the shopkeeper carefully to see if he would rat her out. He rolled his eyes disinterestedly, already making his way to the storefront. Roy easily bought the lie, trusting and easygoing, face dissolving into understanding. She felt rotten about the deception, but she would feel even worse if she robbed her friends of the happy glow around them with the news of the exotic hybrids only feet away.

Ben straightened up from where he was crouched over by the bed Daisy had been sitting on, face a touch melancholy.

“Honey, is this all that you brought with you?” Ben asked Daisy, brushing a strand of hair away from her cherubic face. She cracked an eye open, peering at Ben’s outstretched hands holding her teddy bear and book. Nodding twice, she buried her face into Roy’s neck, sleep threatening to pull her under. Ben tutted, a look of adoration on his face.

“I think she likes you, Roy,” Ben whispered with glee. “Let’s go sign the papers and get her home,” Ben took Roy’s free hand, flashing a brilliant smile towards Y/N, face clear of all stress from earlier. She trailed after the new family, no longer filled with exhaustion from her eventful day, but instead was consumed with cyclical thoughts.

She felt dazed as she watched Ben smoothly sign his name on the papers, eagerly pushing them towards Roy once he finished, nearly tossing the packet off of the tin desk. The shopkeeper went back to his game on his phone, yawning, as Ben excitedly joined Y/N at the front of the store.

“Can you believe it? Y/N, what are the chances?” Ben gushed, fingers fumbling along the bookshelf stocked with the hybrid guidebooks. Digits dancing along the spines, he carefully selected one while scratching his close-cut beard thoughtfully. The book was specific to hybrid children.

“I can’t believe it. I also can’t believe it’s this easy to adopt – I mean, there’s no interview? Or background check?” With this statement, Ben turned to look at her curiously.

“Well, I know that the other shelters have at least one quick interview, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth,” Ben said slowly, sensing something off about Y/N’s countenance. “Besides, look at this place. Sadly, I don’t think Belichick over there is very concerned with who walks out of here with a hybrid. What’s up? Why do you look so upset?”

Y/N shook her head, spotting a rabbit hybrid booklet and pulling it off the shelf for Ben. Her fingers paused, noticing a thicker book for wolf hybrids a couple of spines over. She snapped out of it, sensing Ben’s probing gaze, and handed him the booklet with a grin.

“I’m not upset, that martini just made me feel a little sick. I think today has just been a little crazy,” Y/N explained. Ben softened at her response and her offering of the booklet, pulling her into his side tightly.

“I haven’t thanked you yet for coming along with us today. It means more than you know, having you be here for this,” Ben confessed, squeezing her once.

“Always,” Y/N replied, tears threatening to fall for the second time that day. He let her go, lifting the books in the air, heading to the register to pay the final fee before they could leave with Daisy.

“That’ll be $3,000 even – with the tax an’ the books,” The shopkeeper punched numbers into the noisy cash register, cursing as the sport’s broadcaster announced a foul from his phone. Ben handed him his thick black credit card easily, and with the flimsy bag for the books in hand and credit card securely back in his wallet, the four left the dreary shelter without any complications.

Unlike when Y/N left the clinic earlier in the evening, exiting the shelter and breathing in the nighttime air offered no relief to her current anxiety. Roy was busy ordering a cab for their ride back to their townhouse, carefully shifting the sleeping bunny hybrid on his hip. Ben was busy blathering on about what he should whip up for Daisy’s dinner, or if he should call in some takeout. Y/N tried to steady her breathing, checking her slim wristwatch for the time. It was only 9 PM, but it felt like midnight. She considered leaving her car in the spot seven blocks away in favor of jumping on the Red Line, but wasn’t thrilled about a ticket likely being tucked under her windshield wiper come morning.

“Guys, I’m gonna get going. My car’s a little ways away, so I should start walking now,” Y/N piped up through Ben’s cooing at sleeping Daisy, both men turning to face her.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car? I can order another cab for myself after,” Ben offered, ever protective and concerned for her walking alone at night. She shook her head lightly, reaching out to stroke the back of Daisy’s head. She was irresistible and her hair was impossibly soft, and Daisy leaned into the touch even in her sleep.

“No, no, don’t worry about me. I have a taser and a knife. And my clogs are heavier than they look, for kicking some nuts. You guys should get home as soon as you can, settle her in,” Y/N said slowly, trying her best not to wake the child. Ben looked like he wanted to protest, but was cut off by the pulling up of the cab Roy ordered. Y/N pushed him towards the passenger side door, eager to spend some time thinking on the walk to her car.

“I’ll call you in the morning to check in, and I’ll even come and stop by tomorrow if you want, and ask my dad to schedule a check-up for Daisy,” Y/N offered, opening the doors for both of them. Roy gave her a swift kiss on the cheek, mouthing a thank you sincerely, carefully maneuvering his way into the backseat.

“Thank you, Y/N. Text me when you get home,” Ben hugged her once more, folding himself into the passenger seat and closing the door softly. Y/N waved as the cab drove away, waiting until it turned the corner before sparing another glance at the shelter behind her. Brushing a sticky piece of hair from her forehead, humidity pressing down on her, she set off down the street to her car.

Taglist; @blancflms @grazysf @sbromp

Please do not repost or translate my work. Thank you!

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts ot7 x reader #hybrid au #bts ot7 x y/n #bts hybrid au #bts fic #bts au #namjoon fanfic #seokjin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts hybrid x reader #bts hybrid fanfic

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the-monkey-ruler · 6 months

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The New Legends of Monkey (2018) 新猴王传奇

Director: Gérard Johnstone / Craig Owen / Peter Andkidis Screenwriter: Craig Owen / Jacqueline Peach / Christiaan Van Vuuren Starring: Chai Henson / Lucian Buchanan / Josh Thomson / Emily Cockrell / Josh McKenzie / Jordan Mooney / Jared Blakiston / Fasitua Amosa / Michelle Hong / Jim Cawthorn / Samson Chan-Boon Genre: Fantasy / Action / Comedy / Adventure Country/Region of Production: Australia / New Zealand Language: English Date: 2018-01-28 (Australia) Number of seasons: 2 Number of episodes: 20 Single episode length: 25 minutes Also known as: Legend of the Monkey King / Journey to the West / 新美猴王传奇 / 猴王传奇 / 西方西游记 IMDb: tt6807662 Type: Reimanging

Summary:

The Monkey King was imprisoned under a mountain 500 years ago by his enemies in Heaven. Five hundred years later, the Earthly realm is overrun, and its humans oppressed, by demons. The gods and immortals are in hiding or oppressed by demons as well. A scholar secretly concocts a plan to bring together a few warriors and a monk, named Tripitaka, to undertake a quest to resurrect the Monkey King and find the Heavenly scrolls that were stolen by Monkey 500 years ago and hidden away secretly on earth. Anyone who finds the scrolls would gain unlimited power. However, the night the group is about to start on their quest, a demon attacks the scholar's home and kills everyone inside except for the scholar's adopted daughter, taking the golden crown necessary to revive the Monkey King. In his last moments, the scholar entrusts his daughter with the quest. She takes on the identity of Tripitaka and ventures out into the world, narrowly escaping death herself.

In a town she gives charity to a monk and ends up forced to work for a tavern owner, thus gaining a job and a room to sleep in. When the same demon that killed her adoptive father shows up, she secretly steals the magical crown and makes a run for it. When demons begin searching the town for her and the magic crown, she is disguised as a monk by the same monk she helped and successfully makes her way out of the city. In an opening along the side of a mountain, she finds the stony visage of the Monkey King's face, and puts the crown on his head. Finally, the Monkey King is free but he soon discovers that the crown is repressing most of his godly abilities. The pair return to the town and join up with Pigsy and Sandy, who are also gods, and the four of them begin their quest of finding the lost scrolls and gaining enough power to overthrow all the demons.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_New_Legends_of_Monkey

Link: https://bflix.sx/tv/watch-the-new-legends-of-monkey-36307

#jttw media #The New Legends of Monkey #新猴王传奇 #jttw television #television #live action #reimagining #alternative universe #sun wukong #monkey king #tang sanzang #monk tripitaka #zhu bajie #pigsy #sha wujing #sandy

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On Valentine's night, creators were revealed for the Stuckony Valentine Cards event!

THANK YOU to everyone who participated!

Click here to go to our collection!

Below the cut, you can find a masterpost of all our Valentines!

Death By Chocolate by KandiSheek

Stucky / Rated T

Bucky is dying on the couch. Steve is surprisingly unsympathetic.

"I love you" is on the tip of my tongue by Biased_bisexual

Stuckony / Rated G

I'll Take Care of You by KandiSheek

Stuckony / Rated T

Steve has never liked being in heat, but Bucky and Tony make it a lot more bearable.

If This Feeling Flows Both Ways by Satirickitty

WinterIron / Rated T

Bucky just wants to say thanks, but you know, without having to actually say words out loud. Notes are a perfect solution, right? Right?

Just Like Magic by Naivelittleprincess

WinterIron / Rated G

Tony has a new hobby. Bucky is-maybe-his number one fan.

Little Murder Baby by swtalmnd

Stuckony / Rated G

By the time Steve had gotten there, Tony was already in love, and Alpine already had a name.

love is a tower where all of us can live by soliloquent

WinterIron / Rated G

“A metal-armed supersoldier materializes before him, intruding into Tony’s line of sight and obstructing his project. The trespasser holds two plates of food and regards Tony with an unreadable, almost disinterested look.

Tony sighs internally. Why did he think adopting all these orphaned Avengers was a good idea?”

—⎊—

or: Five times Bucky takes care of Tony and one time Tony realizes why. ❤��

Nom! [ART] by MassiveSpaceWren

Stuckony / Rated G

Super-soldiers have an appetite. Tony did NOT expect this.

Plush by fohatic

Stony / Rated E

Tony couldn’t understand the reasoning behind all of it. For Steve to leave one stuffed animal for him was nice enough. A couple more was slight overkill, but still quite sweet. A couple dozen was something else, entirely.

The Plushies Thank You Heat by Aquatigermice

Stuckony / Rated E

Bucky and Steve decided to get Tony something he always wanted.

The results of which bring some rather sudden and attention demanding courses of action into play.

This is about the aftermath.

Red String [ART] by MassiveSpaceWren

WinterIron / Rated G

Bound together by fate, they finally found each other.

Safe in your Arms [ART] by MassiveSpaceWren

WinterIron / Rated G

Finally, Bucky is back in Tony's arms, where he longs to be.

Scentsational by swtalmnd for newtypeshadow

Stuckony / Rated T

Tony goes to a scent-matching service, and matches with our bonded couple, Steve and Bucky.

Shelter from the Cold [ART] by MassiveSpaceWren

WinterIron / Rated T

Knights Bucky and Steve are trying to keep their king protected in the snow storm.

So Soft and Gentle by TrinityDay

Stucky / Rated T

Five times people noticed that Steve Rogers liked soft things (and one time someone told him to his face).

Stranded [ART] by MassiveSpaceWren

Stuckony / Rated G

The terrain is rough, but Steve, Tony and Bucky treck onwards. Maybe after the next mountain ridge, they will find out where they are.

What You Don't Know Can't Hurt You by KandiSheek

Stony / Rated T

Steve and Tony are good friends. Very good friends. The kind of friends that go out to eat every other day, cuddle on the couch and are all up in each others' space.

They're not dating though. No matter what the team says. Right?

You Are The Moon That Breaks The Night by MercurialMagpie

Stuckony / Rated E

Mage Tony and werewolves Bucky and Steve are the best cursebreaking team in Nova York. Maybe they can be more, too?

you are the sweetest melody i never sung by soliloquent for Naivelittleprincess

Stuckony / Rated T

“A soft tune cuts through his thoughts and seeps right in between the cracks of his broken mind. It sounds like a slow, gentle piano song, and it soothes his senses, numbs his tension, and lulls him to the smooth edge of sleep.”

—⎊—

or: Bucky struggles with insomnia, Tony plays the piano, and Steve just wants the two most important men in his life to get along. 🎶

You Have My Sword As Well As My Heart by Aquatigermice

Stuckony / Rated E

Sir Steven Rogers would like to admit that he thinks this whole Royal Progress thing is a very stupid idea. But it's the King's idea. And no one is above the King when it's all said and done.

But the fact of the matter is that even his King is just human. And there was a time when the man was something less important to the country. Yet still as important to Steve and his fellow knight Sir James Barnes.

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corvidaesapiens · 10 months

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"I love you..."

... in every universe.

The last day of Pride Month was yesterday, so as a tribute, I present to you three different drawings of my favorite Tony ships!!

The first one is Ironstrange. The second is Stony with their adopted dog, and the third is Ironhusbands.

Hope you enjoy! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

#iron man #dr strange #ironstrange #stephen x tony #tony stark #iron husbands #tony x rhodey #stony #steve x tony #tony x steve #jim rhodes #war machine #captain america #steve rogers #pride month #pride art #marvel pride

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 1 year

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IMAGINE..

《Catlad/Stray x Reader! HEADCANONS》

[ Mini Au at the end/separate: where Reader is Robin, while Tim Drake is Catlad! Miraculous Ladybug sorta vibe. [Vigilante Name]

Civilian Tim is a rich boy with neglectful parents, who often stalks Batman. But is found out by Catwoman. So, she strikes up a deal with Tim, where he becomes her little helper and he gets to meet Batman. He readily expects, becoming Catlad.

His parents don't die, but are aren't really present in his life. So Selina becomes his parental figure, she even shows off little pictures of them together when she teams up with Harley and Ivy on occasion.

Catlad Tim is cunning and witty. Often making snide remarks and cat-puns when he's confident.

Civilian Tim is shy, but popular, due to his status and smarts.

You smile stupidly as you gaze up at the clouds, lucky enough to make it on the roof of the apartment complex without getting caught. The warmth of the sunset tingling on your skin with the sky being painted in a cotton candy color.

"Well if it isn't Puur-incess! What's got you crawling out from your tower." A cheeky voice calls out, laughing at his own joke.

You roll your eyes, turning your attention to the thief.

"Thinking of my prince charming.." You reply, shoving him playfully.

"Oh..~" He wiggled his arms and made puckered lips. "How can I forgot, you talk about him almost all the time.." Catlad dramatically huffed.

You shrug, "I can't help it. I really like him, he's so-" Before you could rant, the cat themed thief interrupted you.

" "So sweet and nice, he's so handsome and cool! I could gush for hours!" " He mocked, trying to mimic your voice and expressions when you talked about your crush.

"Cut it out!" You yell, managing to put him in a headlock. Messing up his black strands of hair. Your face warm and hot like the sun. Smiling like a idiot.

"I GIVE! I GIVE!" He cried, pushing at your embrace.

You let go as the two of you laugh like lunatics together.

The both of you winding down as you sit together on the stony surface of the apartment building roof.

The sky losing it's pink, becoming a somber lilac..

"He'll be lucky.." Catlad utters out. "To be with someone like you. I m-mean." The sidekick said. Tracing the floor with his claw like gloves, watching you turn to face him. Full of hope, eyes brimming with love.

"You think?" You ask excitedly. Smiling like a fool in love.

"Yeah, your prince charming is probably dreaming to be with someone like you.. I would." He states absent-mindedly.

"Awww, Cat's!" You gush, quickly wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He stiffend at your touch, not used to such positive affection. But he slowly melts in your arms. (He was glad that Catwoman or any other villian wouldn't see him in such a relaxed state.)

"Maybe I should just steal you away.. But then you wouldn't get your happily ever after."

You heard him say, which in turn. Ignore, having gotten used to his flirty remarks. But wince when you felt a sharp pressures on your body.

"Cat's.. Your nails..! There digging into my skin!"

You call to the thief as his claws go deeper into your clothing fabric. He snaps out of it, retracting his claws, but not wanting to fully leave you.

"Sorry! I didn't hurt you, r-right?"

"No! Your good, just, ease up on the grip. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah.."

The two of you soon depart, watching him jump away from roof to roof.

[If (Y/N) was Robin Mini Au Headcanon]

You would be some kid that Dick and Jason knew. Before Red Hood and beginning Nightwing era.

Bruce wants to adopt you, but you still have a family. So Robin for you, becomes sorta like a part/full time job.

You aren't as smart as Tim, but make up for it with positive traits that has the whole Batfam love you like a little sibling.

Instead of becoming Red Robin, I would see the reader be called [Vigilante Name]/Luckybird. For the saying, 《The Lucky Bird Catches The Worm!》

Tim crushes on your Alter Ego more than the real you. He doesn't know what's your actual identity even though he knows Batmans.

Tim has considered becoming a vigilante for you.

Has often tried to gain your affections while as Catlad in front of Batman.

"Heya Birdy~" Catlad calls out to you, waving the rare artifact him and Catwoman had just stolen.

Batman grunts at the teen, trying to protectively shield you with his large frame. Glaring menacingly at the sidekick from underneath his cowl.

Catwoman smirks at Batman, teasingly talking with her partner in crime. "C'mon kitten, why don't we give the Bats and your Bird a little chase?" She winked at the crime fighting duo.

"On it!" Passing a fake to Selina, the two of the cat themed vilians run off into the night.

[Comments and asks appreciated! Thanks for reading! Maybe I'll do another vigilante villian swap again!]

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cloudninetonine · 1 year

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The Hero of the Tides, as he had introduced himself, was the eldest of all the Ganons. Hailing from the flooded timeline, he was what was expected of a grandad- kind, cosy and wise, he was the easiest one to grow comfortable with out of all the others and soon enough you were following after the giant man like a duckling would follow its mother.

Tide didn't seem to mind though, in fact, he encouraged it, keeping in pace with your smaller strides and making comfortable small talk with you as you all travelled. The towering man didn't pry for information about you, no, he went off about his own quaint little island back in his timeline, about his village friends, his own family (he adopted those who needed the help after the flood and further on became titled as a grandfather, great grandfather and more after that- he was old after all) and so much more after that.

You felt…safe with him.

Something you hadn't felt in a long time and it felt good, to be able to relax at night without being fearful of what may get you as you slept.

It's why you were here now, sitting beside a stream near the camp and watching Tide carefully as he fished- a more traditional compared to how the boys liked to do, the man was slightly crouched with hands at the ready, focused on the ripples of the channel in concentrated silence. You were hypnotised by his focus, practically frozen on your little rock at the mere sight, the man had already caught 10 fish in the span of five minutes, more than enough for dinner and now he was just showing off. Nothing you could blame him for though, if you were this great you wouldn't let such a thing as dinnertime get in the way of your skills.

His fingers twitched before he pounced, hands slamming into the water then pulling out a large fish, tossing it to the basket on shore with a precision accumulated from the ages.

Dinner was gonna be good.

"My child!" Eyes snapped up at the elder, watching as he smiled something kind and beckoned you over. "Come, catch some more fish with me!"

You blinked, looking over the almost overflowing basket, then at him, eyeing the cold water. "No thank you."

"But why?"

"We've got lots of fish for dinner, Tide."

His grin was childish. "There's no such thing as enough fish, dear child."

Ah yes, this man certainly was a grandfather.

"Well, I don't know how to fish without a rod."

The last time you had fished it had been with the others, Twilight was keeping your grip steady and instructing you on what to do as the others did their own thing, Wild eventually stripping to his boxers to catch your shared dinner with a knife.

A pleasant memory, something you missed.

"I will teach you!"

Tide splashed a bit as he made his way over, robes drenched by the stream and dripping with fresh water as he climbed out and hobbled over to you, your shriek playful as you tried to leap away, Fi abandoned by your rock as you tried to get away. Not far of course, you almost forgot, accompanied by long legs were long arms and the man only needed to reach over to nab you from your stony throne, pleas for freedom falling from your lips as he trod back over to the river, laughing jovially at your displeasure.

The old man didn’t throw you in, as you had expected, he kept you on his shoulder, and waited patiently for you to move on your own like the frightened kitty you were. Slowly, painfully slow, did you test the waters, dipping a toe in and yelping at the frigid temps, glaring at his stupid grandfather grin as he still stood, calm and composed as you moved your body down from his towering shoulders into the currents below, the water reaching your waist opposed to his knees.

Stronger than you had expected, you almost stumbled when he arms reached out to catch you, bringing your smaller body to lean against his and leaning down with his arms stretched out similar to his earlier position- you mirrored him as best you could.

“Perfect, already an expert.”

You bumped his chest. “Quit with the praise and show me how you do it, grandad.”

“Ah, my child, you wound me.” He chuckled, bumping you gently back to focus on the ripples on the water. “Focus now, fish are slippery things.”

You of course weren’t going to be an expert after one lesson, but it didn’t stop you from catching one fish, a small one, albeit, feisty and the cheer you had released when finally you had caught the dastardly thing and tossed it into the basket was a great one, the older hero looking upon you with a pride a father would his child.

The Hero of the Tides was a good man.

And you thanked whatever entity above that you had him in this time of solitude.

#linked universe imagine #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe #a player's aid #player au #mess au

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