#they’re very possessive of their sky alright

[norieoncrack]

Kalopsia

(N): the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff (with hints of angst)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Riddle (Rosehearts)

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: One Shot

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: they/them

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He’s jealous of you, someone who’s put into high regard but at the same time he loves you, the star of his night sky.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Violence, attempts of drug usage (love potion).

Roses weren’t your favorite flowers, they’re beautiful but there are too many thorns, the red color itself never suited you and… it reminded you too much of him. Being the third child of your royal parents, they’ve always been there for you seeing as you are the youngest. It would have been nice for you to continue living in ignorance, perhaps serve the country and kingdom by becoming a duke or duchess yet life wasn’t so kind.

Ten years ago if you had remembered it correctly, you first met him after a history class about the Kingdom of Roses, the crown prince and only child to the infamous Red queen, Riddle Rosehearts.

“(Y/n), say hello to your fiancé, won’t you dear?” Grey eyes which stared at you with no other emotions, you were scared out of your wits seeing as how intensely he was looking at you.

“…A please meeting you, (title), Riddle Rosehearts, from the kingdom of Roses.” Despite being so young he had already carried the attitude and grace of nobility, something your young self has yet to possess.

“They’re a little shy, I hope this doesn’t upset you.” Your mother doesn’t like forcing her children to marry people they don’t like, but it’s not like she would ask their opinions before pushing them into engagements.

“Oh I’m sure it’s alright, this would make a good connection for our kingdoms either ways” Fake smiles and bothered complexion, the current queen of the Rose kingdom scares you. “Well, let’s have a talk while the kids get to know each other, shall we?”

To be completely honest, you don’t like talking to new people and had a bad habit of hiding behind your mother’s dress everytime you had to accompany her to meet different people. That was the very first time you’ve been forced to accompany a stranger without your mother, his eyes narrowed at you making you think he somehow despised you.

“Let’s cut the formalities here, you don’t want to get married, do you?” His voice was a bit different from before, it sounded softer but much more broke.

“I… No, I don’t. I don’t even understand what’s going on.” What type of child would understand when their mother suddenly burst down their bedroom door one day and said they have a fiancé with no other explanation?

“You don’t have to get close to me, let’s just treat each other like acquaintances.” Since it was the younger you naturally you agreed not wanting to interact with people, you’d rather spend time imagining about stars or fairytales. “Let’s just become friends”

Your first meeting with him wasn’t like how the stories said it would be like, your first meeting wasn’t a magical one like how your mother would tell you, your first meeting didn’t spark the feelings your siblings said it would for them, your first meeting felt like two old friends meeting in a different lifetime.

Riddle was a hard working person, you noticed that when your mother began arranging classes for your studies and Riddle would be your study partner, normally you would be studying with your siblings but ever since the engagement you began to see him more.

Beautiful and graceful, a poker face the mask he wore, it wasn’t who he was but it was who he survived being the heir to his kingdom, the way you saw it he wasn’t a perfect fiancé but a respectful one, one you could tolerate since you both had a mutual agreement.

Roses, began to remind you of him, the vibrant red colors he held on his 11th birthday, and ever since then you can’t help but think of him every time the flower was present.

“ Isn’t he such a gentlemen?” Yes he was, but you hadn’t found it in yourself to love him.

“Doesn’t he treat you well?” Only the bare minimum as you both couldn’t be anything less but acquaintances.

Love was a foreign feeling, and one you can’t see associated with him out of all people, you yourself don’t understand love, so how could anyone ask you to love him?

He's gentle out of everything, despite the cold and noble face he puts on he still treats you with respect and he listens to you, not many would listen to a royal who was rumored to be a useless asset to the kingdom and is ‘the one who will ruin everything’, but if anything you’re happy this means you don’t have to meet people.

If someone were to ask you now as a more matured royal, if you had a choice would you have chose a different fiancé? Then the answer would be no, he wasn’t like the other types of fiancé who gave warmth and told lies to mask the truth, but you wouldn’t have any other way with the his cold truth and out of reach behavior.

In all the time confined in the four walls of his room, you were his only escape, he remembered your first meeting a bit differently than how you did for him. A timid and quiet person who had no other interest than to hide behind their mother.

“(Y/n), say hello to your fiancé, won’t you dear?” Your shy self wanted nothing more than to run away and he understood that, he didn’t want to be in that room himself.

While the adults chattered away he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you weren’t exactly beautiful to him at least, he couldn’t tell anything by only seeing your occasional peaking from behind your mother but there was something, something about you that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.

“You don’t really like being here do you?” (E/c) which somehow saw through his acting, perhaps he was mistaken and was delusional and buried in the thought of you understanding him for who he is. “Your eyes showed discomfort, they’re as truthful as fate is”

“You can’t just tell what I feel like by looking at my eyes, it’s just not possible” day and night to please his mother, he acted in front of a mirror, to play the role of a perfect prince, to play the role of a bright scholar for you he would have played the role of a perfect fiancé but you saw through the mask, so why did he need to wear it?

“W-Well what if I can? It’s not h-hard to see it” you’re stuttering like there’s no tomorrow, but he doesn’t mind that, he knows that if he said something about you, you’d get self conscious and never talk to him again, if you never talk to him again you might as well call of the engagement…

“You don’t have to get close to me, let’s just treat each other like acquaintances.” Behind the exterior of a shy royal who wanted nothing more than to run away from the crowd, he saw a star who could shine brighter than anything else. “Let’s just become friends”

He’ll do whatever it takes to keep the engagement from being called off, his mother relied on him, the future of his kingdom relied on him.

His first meeting with you he knew the type of person he had to be, the broken prince who puts respecting you over all and everything else, if you are unhappy he was in trouble, and he doesn’t want that. He’ll make sure you don’t have to deal with troublesome problems, so that you don’t have to consider him worthless and cast him aside, he’ll make sure he doesn’t talk to much so that you don’t think he’s annoying and speaks too much. Everything and anything that is in his power, he’ll do it to please you.

You were like the ocean, calm and quiet yet you hold so many secrets, you filled surprises and wonders which he can’t ever seem to forget. Yes, you were the sea, the sea who admire and always faced the moon and he knew even as time passed he could never be your moon, he was just someone who you were bound with as children.

You’re different from the rest of the nobles and royals he’s met, maybe this was what made him unable to keep his eyes off of you. He doesn’t love you, the butterflies in his stomach every time he sees you was just him getting nervous, the sound of his heart racing every time you glanced at him was just the anxiety you give him.

He doesn’t understand what love is, everytime he asked about it his mother would brush him off telling him it’s a useless feeling, or she would tell him that everything she’s ever done for him is love.

If love was the times his mother scold him for not getting perfect scores and not doing his best, then everytime you gave him a piece of your dessert wasn’t love, if love resulted in him crying in pain from the beatings and scolding his mother gave him then your doodles and words of encouragement weren’t love, no matter how much joy it brought him.

You don’t love him, and he doesn’t love you, no matter how wrong and hurt he feels when he think of those words. Maybe in his dreams he would understand what love means, but when he faces the world after waking up, he’ll forget the meaning all over again.

“Hey, stop staring at me" he's sure of it after so much time has passed, he doesn't love you, even when he doesn't know what the feeling is.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, (Y/n)" Compared to his mother the feelings he has for you are much more different, that's why even though he's confused he'll act the way he is, the perfect and respectful fiance you've always known.

Perhaps one day he’ll understand his feelings, but for now all he’ll ever think of are the plan approvals and administration work. Maybe one day you’ll understand how you’d feel about him, but by the time that day comes you’ll still be preforming the duties bestowed upon you, the welfare of your prosperous country.

Maybe he should have told you from the beginning why, why your engagement was so important, why his mother wanted him to get closer to you, why he put respecting you above everything. It was all due to simple power differences and protection…

When you and him were but infants, his mother came to your kingdom in hopes of striking a deal with the royalty of your kingdom, your parents, in exchange for safety of the Rose kingdom, which had lost it’s king in a war, you’d be be engaged to the crown prince of the Rose kingdom.

“But what if… this child doesn’t want the engagement?” Your mother cradled you in her arms, you were so young when all of this was set for you.

“The Rose kingdom has many things to offer, my queen, I will ensure you everything I have to offer, so please…” perhaps we all knows what ends up happening afterwards…

Everyday of his life ever since the engagement was made, was dedicated to you, his studying served as the purpose of not making a fool out of himself when he’s next to you, his rigorous training was to protect you, from the dangers that could hurt you.

His mother was never a gentle person, she had more concerns and care for the kingdom, more than she ever did for her son. Her love wasn’t a sadistic or twisted one, it was a vacant one, perhaps she doesn’t even know what he truly wants for his life, because even he can’t remember when was the last time she had asked him if he was happy or not.

“Riddle? Riddle~ is anyone still in there?” Your hand waves gently in front of his face, snapping him out of his dream.

“Sorry, I was just…” If only the peaceful days could last, he would still see you like this, a shy person infatuated with the stars and countless of worlds beyond the grounds and skies.

“Thinking about something? You always say this when you’re daydreaming or distracted.” But he knows one day, it’ll change, and along it you will change

“Alright, you caught me red handed, what do you need?” You quickly held up the astronomy book you’ve always been reading.

“Meteor shower…” you trailed off looking away, how could he have forgotten, it was the meteor shower you’ve always been looking forward to for a long time. “A meteor shower is happening soon”

“Oh.” There is a problem if you were planning to go though, it was your birthday celebration the night the meteor shower happened.

Your fascination about the stars didn’t just end at the moon, everything related to the night sky, you were there to witness it all, it’s a strange hobby only those closest to you would know since you’d hide it so well no one would know.

Just because you two only consider yourselves to be friends never meant you two got closer with time, just because he respects you and keeps his distance doesn’t mean he can’t learn more about you.

“You do know you could get in trouble for sneaking out.” It’s as if you didn’t even hear him, you’re daydreaming (nightdreaming?) about the stars again, that look on your face was more than enough for him to tell.

Sometimes Riddle is jealous of your freedom, unlike him you could actually runaway from your problems or could leave it to someone to deal with it. Free to chase what you truly desire, free to express how you feel, maybe it was consolation to him seeing that you can’t love freely as you’re engaged to him.

“Can’t you join me?” It came as a shock to him, but seeing you looking so excited and hopeful, it just makes his heart beat in such an uncomfortable way. You’re killing him.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it.” He’s weak to you, his only weakness in this world.

He never really liked the quietness of the castle, of his home, his mother was rarely around and the servants couldn’t talk to him, he’d much rather stay in your kingdom. In contrast to the warm and bright atmosphere of your home, his home was cold, the garden of roses looked like lifeless decoration, precise and perfect, everything and anything.

“Your highness, her majesty wishes to see you” it’s rare that his mother even wanted to see him, but if it was anything, she probably just wanted to meet him again to give him a task.

He doesn’t see the Rose kingdom as his home, perhaps it was because of how long he spent studying and growing up next to you, he was only home for two months each year after all. Yet he can’t still can’t let go of the responsibility of wearing the crown forced upon him.

“You wished to see me, mother?” Cold and strict, he almost forgotten what she looked like.

“I trust there are no issues or incidents with your engagement, so I’ll get straight to the point.” If he was any younger, he would have resented his mother for not caring about him in one bit, but what’s the use of doing so when she’ll just stare at him like that? “I want you to announce the engagement to the public, and officiate your marriage by the end of the year.”

“Hah?” He’s surprised, maybe that’s why his mother sighed disappointedly.

“The king… from (K/n) has decided to annul the engagement now that peace has been established across the Rose kingdom.” His mother looks stressed and tired beyond anything.

Added details about your “terms” in the engagement, since this was forced upon you and Riddle there were terms to ensure that you and Riddle could back out of the engagement whenever you both wanted.

The engagement was never made public, meaning your relationship was always been kept as “friendship” in the public eyes. Although the nobility had figured it wasn’t just any “friendship” ,still, if the engagement hasn’t been completely acknowledged by the families and those who are said to be in the said engagement refuse to give any details to the public, it will continue to be seen as “friendship”.

When both of you had found “love”, it is just as it has been said, if both or one of you has found someone else to love, the engagement would be annulled so that it wouldn’t cause any future complications.

If the Rose kingdom war has been settled and peace has been established, the last one was the one that mattered the most out of everything. When peace is established across the Rose kingdom there would be no need to continue the engagement and the engagement would be annulled, however, if you two were to love each other regardless of the peace and settlement. Then you both can decided whether you both want to continue being fiancés a bit longer or get straight to marrying.

“But why? There’s no reason to continue the engagement now that peace has been established.” His mother sighed still having that disappointed and dark look on her face.

“Don’t you understand, riddle? My dear child our kingdom may have established peace but it’s dying.” His kingdom although had been saved was still suffering from droughts and the aftermath or wars, your kingdom’s help was what that had been keeping them afloat for so long.

“But you can’t force them into it mother, we’ve never loved each other, and there’s no way this relationship would work.” Though his heart felt like it’s been torn apart, he still said it, it was his truth.

“Then just make them love you.” His mother placed in the palm of his hand, a small vial the color of reddish pink, it was definitely what he thinks it is. “I hate underhand tactics but this one will be our only exception”

“No, no, no! I can’t do this to them!” The vial shatters as he threw it to the ground, the sickening sweet smell spread, as well as the sound of his mother slapping his face.

“…I’ll overlook your little mishap today for the sake of this engagement, the vial will be given to you on their birthday.” With a flick of her hand, servants began cleaning up the broken glass shards and handed the queen another vial. “You may leave, Riddle”

He walks away, that stone cold face seemed to have darken, he’s frustrated, he feels conflicted about right and wrong. What choice can he even make right now? Should he sacrifice the sake of your happiness for his damned home and kingdom? Or sacrifice the kingdom in exchange for his broken heart and that smile which rarely shows up?

You never liked the spotlight, you hated everything that had to do with meeting new people or even meeting anyone else in general. But maybe it wasn’t so bad meeting him for you, you got comfortable enough for him to be next to you and become your friend, but perhaps you weren’t ready when you heard the engagement was soon to be annulled.

Still you can’t help but feel sad when you should have felt happy, a strange feeling you had when you heard of the rumors from your personal maid and close servants.

“(Y/n), it must have been hard for you, being engaged against your own will.” Your mother said sympathetically, you couldn’t blame your mother, she had always been the type of person to help others regardless of the outcome, perhaps she felt the need to say sorry now was because the engagement was at its end.

“The Rose kingdom won’t need our help anymore, I hope you understand why we had to do that to you.” Your mind no longer cared for your father’s words, you played with your food out of boredom.

You’re free, you should have been happy to been able to return to a life without him, a life where you could devote your life into studying the stars and the land beyond your home, so why does it hurt?

Every time you think of leaving his image appears in your head, red hair which haunts your every thought, the soft smile which rarely appears unless you truly wished for it, grey eyes although cold and hold the truth eventually began to warm up to you. It’s strange to see how your initial impressions have changed, maybe your feelings have as well.

No one would be able to understand you, yet then there was him and slowly there were others as well, like a starless sky which slowly light up so did your heart, he became your stars.

“Can’t I at least have Riddle as my escort?” Your mother and father exchanged looks, before nodding accepting your request.

You weren’t a fool to notice how hard Riddle tried to keep your engagement from breaking so long, letting go of your dreams of witnessing the meteor shower, you decided to honor him in his last task as your fiancé, to share your final ball together.

So what if you can’t witness the skies for one night? You might never be able to meet him again, and that was something you couldn’t bare have happening, the stars will come again but not him.

It’s funny to admit it now that your at the end of your engagement, perhaps first meetings don’t necessarily have to be where love begins to bloom, perhaps that spark can be set ablaze after a while when you get to know the person for who they are.

There’s a difference between love at first sight, the love based off of looks and impressions, and love through time, the love that blooms after getting to know each other long enough. Sure it’s late to have realized it know but, you liked him, no, you loved him, and you’re going to loose him.

The bitter pill which is so hard to swallow you ended up taking it anyways, at least you wished to end your fairytale with joy instead of tears. It might be a tale where you won’t be happy, but you couldn’t careless if it meant he could smile more.

It’s quiet, the sounds of the world at night filled with wonder beckons you towards it, ‘the child of spring sits on the throne made of flowers’, there was a saying like that when you were born on the day of the spring celebration.

“Not going to run away and watch the meteor shower?” A bittersweet smile on his face, it’s rare to see him smile but for some reason you don’t like this smile, not one bit.

“I don’t think I should do that, people are expecting for us tonight, right?” You closed your book of stars to look outside, the streets of flowers and the joy of people, another successful spring celebration.

You were halfway on the preparation, all that’s left was your make up and hair style, Riddle knew you never liked putting on that stuff despite never saying anything or acting out. Prince or princess, the outer appearances always needed that stuff to “beautify” it as they say.

“Why don’t we just run away?” It was quiet the moment he said that, what’s going on?

He was completely serious saying that, the confidence and playfulness on his face as he ran his hand through your hair while looking into your eyes. It’s strange and so different from the usual stone cold indifference he always gave you.

You’re so conflicted right now, you told yourself tonight you were going to let him fulfill his role and last task as your fiancé, but with a request like this it’s like a stab into your conscious between right and wrong.

“Just for tonight, run away with me” He’s tired of playing the role of a perfect and respectful fiancé, he’s tired of being cautious and careful with each and every one of his movements. “Please just for tonight let’s forget we’re royalty and have duties, just for tonight I want you and I to just be Riddle and (Y/n)”

You’re still conflicted, it’s not easy to understand how you’re supposed to feel hearing this, it’s wrong to have run away just like how you’ve always done but why can’t you deny it and stay to fulfil your role? Why do you want to fall into his arms and run away even if it was for one night.

Riddle didn’t care about anything else at this point, forget the vial his mother gave him to tie you down into a loveless marriage, forget the kingdom which he calls home it will eventually heal and grow from the pain of loss, forget it all he just wants to be with you tonight as himself.

He understood now what he truly felt after being close to you for so long… he loved you, his love is different from his mother’s and it will always be like this, it’s selfish making him want to always be next to you, it’s stupid for appearing now as your said relationship comes to an end.

Perhaps he’ll move on one day, maybe you’ll forget him and find someone new but for tonight you’re all he wants to see and remember.

“But what about the celebration?” It’s unlike you to take precautions, despite being a shy and quiet person you’re more reckless than Riddle is, why is it now that you’re like this?

“I’m not forcing you to go with me, (Y/n), you can stay but tonight” His eyes turned to look at the distant skies, the meteor shower was happening soon. “I want to see it, the meteor shower you’ve always dreamt of seeing”

“…I’ll go, so follow me, I know the perfect spot.” You hope your parents can forgive you, for running away from your own birthday party, to be with the boy you might never meet again.

It’s true what they said about fairytales being different than reality, because it’s reality that makes those tales come to life, in more then one way. Your first meeting was the start of your story, your troubles and pains as well as the time you spent with each other had formed the emotions and bonds you could never erase.

You couldn’t understand it, what were you feeling in that exact moment? The butterflies in your stomach, the way the world just slows down and there was only him and you, your face burned up in embarrassment, you don’t know.

Grabbing your coat you took his hand as you both secretly sneaked away from your bedroom, it was like when you were children who wanted a midnight snack.

Eventually you both made it in time to the hillside just outside of the imperial city, where the people never venture you built as a secret place to watch the stars. Books and notebooks hidden in the bushes, a full view of the city and skies in its glory, how long have you been here he wonders.

“We’re just in time!” Bright light which runs across the skies, one after another until it looked liked the skies were falling.

It was beautifully worth all the trouble you both went through, all for this moment, under the skies where you belong, a picture he could never get out of his head. Your excited childlike look as you pointed towards the falling stars, it’s as if the stars were falling tonight for you and you only and he was a lucky spectator to have witnessed it.

Taking your hand in his Riddle questioned what he was doing, why couldn’t he hold back and reach out towards you? And for a brief moment he stopped breathing, he wanted to kiss you so badly, yet in the end he just holds you close.

“Thanks for indulging in my wish, (Y/n).” When the meteor shower ended you were left with a flustered Riddle for some reason.

“There’s no reason to thank me honestly, it was also my selfish desire to see the stars tonight” the city lights and cheerful noises couldn’t pull your attention away from him, for some reason you can’t help but stare at each other.

It’s quiet again, however in this comforting silence you both had fun enjoying each other’s presence. Whatever happens tomorrow will happen, but for tonight you two had each other.

“What are you doing to me…” when your story finally ended.

“Nothing at all, I’m just realizing how much I loved you all this time” you hope it can be come the foundation for a better tale to blossom.

You and Riddle, despite no longer being engaged to each other, still kept in close contact, you both weren’t exactly courting each other but it was a good start now that you’ve started opening up and understand each other’s feelings more.

Riddle’s mother was originally still upset at Riddle for failing to maintain the engagement however after a long time of convincing from Riddle (mainly from your help because Riddle is still nervous when confronting her, you didn’t face to face tell her anything), she relented and stopped thinking about it.

A nice ending to a story, no?

A/n notes: A- I hate my writing skills ;-;

I wanted to explore more onto the last scene but was so tired and I felt like I dragged it out long enough ehe-

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER NINETEEN - CHOICES AND COMMITMENTS.

As you and Marc Spector both stepped through the shimmering gateway, the London streets and the cacophony of the city faded into a distant memory. The swirling vortex of energy enveloped you both, rendering you weightless for a brief moment as the portal carried you back to your home.

The splendor of your chateau residence in the outskirts of Surrey immediately greeted your vision. The pair of you stood by its threshold as the warm embrace of history and enchantment it possesses unfolded before your very eyes. The ancient stone structure exuded an aura of timeless elegance, and its turrets reached for the sky as if trying to touch the stars. The grand edifice, cloaked in ivy and memories, had seen generations of your late husband’s predecessors, and it was an honor for you to call it home.

Marc, Steven, and Jake collectively marveled in awe at the beauty of your abode, its grandeur never failing to take their collective breaths away. 

“Wow, this is mental”, Steven, with his keen sense of appreciation for history and aesthetics, spoke first in their shared headspace. "This place is huge, just like stepping into Shakespeare."

“Why am I not surprised that she’s filthy rich?” Jake chimed in, his tone deeply impressed which prompted a small chuckle from Marc.

“I’m assuming Steven and Jake are having a party in your head right now, yeah?” you laughed softly, your hands reaching into Marc’s left arm for you to hold on to as he inclined his head towards you with a knowing smile.

“They’re just amazed at seeing where you live for the first time”, Marc spoke, an unspoken question lingering in his mind. “Can you still hear the two of them like I do?”

“Nope, I’m just guessing it must be something they said from the way you laughed earlier”, you shook your head at his line of thought. “Although I have the means, I will not read your mind nor hear your thoughts unless I have your consent”

Marc nodded gratefully at your words, his trust and confidence magnified by the fact that you chose to respect his privacy and his desire to reveal parts of himself to you at the timeline of his choosing.

The morning sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue, making the lush outdoor garden appear even more enchanting and vibrant with the colors of a thousand blossoms as the sound of birds and the delicate rustle of leaves fill the air. The greenery was being meticulously tended to by your dedicated household staff, dressed in elegant uniforms reflective of your social stature. As you strolled towards the main entrance, they acknowledged your presence with respectful nods and polite curtsies.

At the threshold of your magnificent home, you were immediately greeted by your butler, Bill, who had been anxiously awaiting your return. He was a tall, distinguished man, his silver hair impeccably groomed and his demeanor exuding authority and a deep sense of loyalty. The deep lines etched into his face gave him an air of wisdom and elegance, and spoke of the years he had dedicated to serving you and your late husband’s predecessors.

"Welcome back, Lady Carter," Bill extended a respectful bow with a warm smile, his voice tinged with genuine worry as he looked between you and your familiar companion. “Mr. Spector”

“Good morning, Bill”, you greeted, while Marc Spector merely nodded to acknowledge your butler’s presence. “Apologies for the late notice, but as you see, I have a guest with me”

“It’s alright, Milady”, Bill responded, his voice warm and familiar as his eyes, sharp as ever, meet yours with concern. “But I must say, I was quite worried when you didn't return home last night. Is everything alright?"

“I’m unharmed, Bill, do not worry”, you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. "I should have sent word, but I did have a rather eventful night."

“Eventful night, you say, Miss?” Bill raised an eyebrow, his concern deepening. 

“It’s a long story and I’m afraid I do not have the luxury of time to tell you right now”, you sighed, realizing that a simple explanation wouldn't suffice as Bill deserved to know the truth. "But suffice it to say that there has been an attempt on my life."

“An attempt on your life?” Bill's expression darkened with worry. "Whoever attacked you knew you well, doing it during the new moon. Should I start looking into it, Miss?"

“Don’t bother for now”, you placed a hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring squeeze. "But I need you to do something else. Give Aleah a call and tell her that I need her here in the next few hours. We have much to discuss"

“Of course, Lady Carter”, Bill nodded, his concern for your well-being taking precedence. "I will do so and make the arrangements right away"

Turning your attention to Marc Spector, who stood beside you, you said, "Let’s go. My sanctum is up on the third floor."

Marc nodded, his expression a mix of curiosity and determination. "Lead the way, Mira."

You led Marc up the grand staircase that wound its way to the upper floors. As you ascended gracefully to the third floor, the air grew heavy with the weight of history and mystique. Steven and Jake marveled from Marc’s headspace at the array of oil paintings adorning the walls. Each piece seemed to hold a story evoked by masterful strokes of paint color.

“Bloody hell, there’s a lot of amazing paintings in here”, Steven sighed in amazement within Marc’s mind. “Monet, Van Gogh…”

“Yeah, imagine how much we could sell these–”

“Seriously, Jake?” Marc muttered as he followed after your climbing footsteps. “Why am I not surprised you’re thinking again of filling your pockets?”

“I mean, he’s right”, you chimed in, hearing Marc’s whispered words. “People would actually kill to buy the real Monet, there’s a huge demand just in the black markets of Madripoor alone. Also, we’re here”

You led Marc inside your personal sanctum, which was a solitary attic room occupying the entirety of the third floor. You noticed the way his eyes roved, taking in the opulence and rich history as you housed a massive collection of artifacts and relics, a living culmination of your long life as a priestess. The room itself seemed to expand in every direction, with shelves of scrolls, tablets, and magical tomes lining the walls. Talismans, amulets, and a vast collection of weapons, both ancient and otherworldly, adorned the nearby wooden table together with herbs, roots, crystals, and other magical ingredients.

You could only imagine Steven and Jake’s reactions at seeing the countless memorabilia, and the potential untold stories of the treasure trove before them from various points of your history. The trio exchanged another glance from the nearby reflective surface of a large ornate mirror, all of them struck by the gravity of the place.

“Oh my days, this room is a living history book”, Steven's voice resonated within their shared headspace, his words tinged with awe. "I wanna pinch myself, this doesn’t feel real."

“This is certainly not what I pictured in my head for a sanctum, hermano”, Jake remarked, his arms folded as he watched you move gracefully around the room.

“What exactly did you picture, Jake?” Steven’s eyebrows raised, looking inquisitively at Jake.

“Skulls, brooms, pentagrams…”

Marc slowly shook his head at Jake’s words, his eyes focused on watching you as your clothing changed before his very eyes, the familiar threads of your ancient ceremonial robes as a babaylan (priestess) enveloping your body. It only added to your ethereal presence as you moved with an air of confidence and purpose. 

Your long, highlighted hair of ebony black and white cascaded down your back, as you walked towards the intricately carved stone pedestal at the very center of the room. Resting upon it is an ancient grimoire bound in leather, its pages filled with your meticulous notes and incantations. 

You knew that this book held the answers you sought as you slowly approached, your fingers lightly brushing the pages. You started searching for a spell in particular, one that is powerful enough that could counter and lift your patron goddess’s mintala (ancient curse) and restore your lost memories.

“Bloody hell”, you heard Steven’s voice at your side, mildly surprised that he fronted as you noticed the deep fascination in his eyes. “I never thought I’d see an actual, real grimoire. This is amazing, Mira”

“I’ll take it as a compliment”, you smiled serenely at Steven’s commentary. “I see you’re taking the reins this time, Steven”

“Sorry for the sudden shift”, Steven muttered sheepishly, his eyes apologetic as you saw him looking at the large ornate mirror situated behind you. “Sorry, mate, it’s not everyday I get to see this– oh bollocks! Something just moved past my foot!”

You immediately turned to Steven’s direction, looking beneath at an instant to see what was going on. Your mild alarm immediately turned into pure relief as you saw a familiar creature crawling in the vicinity of your wooden floor. You knelt on the floor, your hand outstretched and your palm open as a silver and gold scaled serpent slowly slithered towards your waiting arm. 

“I believe that’s Marikit wanting to say hi”, you said softly as introductions are in order despite Steven’s obvious apprehension. He hesitantly met the small, black eyes of your kambal-ahas (snake twin), seemingly scrutinizing his presence with its gaze. “Nais mo ba siyang makilala, Marikit?”

Would you like me to introduce him, Marikit?

“Isa siyang pambihirang nilalang, aking umbo”, the snake twin’s feminine voice echoed in Steven’s mind, also clearly heard by his headmates, Marc and Jake. “Tatlong katauhan ang nananahan sa kanyang katawang lupa”

He’s a very unique individual, my sister. Three different people are living inside his body.

“What did she say, Mira?” Steven’s eyes widened from hearing another unfamiliar feminine voice inside his head.

“Marikit just found out about your unique circumstance with Marc and Jake”, you responded, placing your hand on the stone pedestal as your snake twin started slithering away to her original resting place.

“Ikinagagalak kong makilala kayo, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley”, Marikit greeted politely in their shared headspace. “Ako si Marikit, ang kambal-ahas ng aking umbong si Mira”

I am very pleased to meet you, Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley. I’m Marikit, the snake twin of my older sister, Mira.

“Nice to meet you too, I guess, Marikit?” Steven wondered aloud, prompting an excited gleam to dance in your eyes. His mental brothers, on the other hand, silently acknowledged your unique twin with identical nods.

As you continued flipping through the pages of your grimoire, Marc and Jake’s eyes were fixed on you from the mirror reflection. You could feel their gaze on you, a mixture of curiosity and concern. 

“Steven, can you ask Marc and Jake if they wish to talk to me?” you spoke aloud. “I can enchant that mirror behind me so that they can speak freely to me without fronting”

After a brief look Steven threw at the said mirror, he turned to you again with a small smile and nodded in agreement with your suggestion. You simply waved your hand at the ornate mirror behind you, your magical enchantment now working as Marc and Jake’s respective reflections materialized together.

“Anything we can do to help you, muñeca?” Jake asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as he watched you resuming your earlier magical activities.

“Your presence, along with Marc’s and Steven’s, are more than enough for me”, you replied, your facade painted with an expression of pure gratitude. “I cannot even begin to thank you all for what you did.”

“You don’t need to thank us, Mira”, Marc reassured. “We’re all here to protect you the best way we knew how”

“I just wish it had been under better circumstances”, you took a deep breath, arriving at a special page of your grimoire where you found the intricate spells you needed. “Are you really sure about becoming Khonshu’s avatars again? I can just wait until the next full moon–”

“Look at me, love”, it was Steven who spoke this time, stepping closer towards you as he held your face reassuringly against his palm, his gaze filled with a sense of unwavering commitment. “If presented with the same choice, I’ll gladly do it all over again, as I’m sure Marc and Jake would.”

“But, Steven…”

“But nothing, love”, Steven didn’t give you a chance to protest as he pressed his lips against your forehead, his soft kiss calming your chaotic mind and heart. “We’re all here for you, no matter what happens. Whatever you discover about your past, the four of us - Marc, Jake and I, we’ll face it together.

You nodded slowly as his forehead connected with your own, allowing you to reminisce the day it first happened with incandescent happiness. After taking a deep, collective breath, you broke apart as your resolve was renewed, thanks to their encouragement.

“Shall we begin, then?” you whispered softly, taking Steven’s hands into your own as you prepared to rediscover your shared past with him, Marc and Jake.

“We shall”

END OF CHAPTER NINETEEN.

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[toxicanonymity]

Hey, um, I really want to read those thighs out fics that you just posted links to, but because they’re formatted in the tiny text, I can’t read them without giving myself a pretty bad headache ;u; I don’t wanna ask you to reformat them or anything, but do you maybe have them posted to ao3 or something with more standard sized text?? If not that’s alright, just figured I’d ask!

I'm so glad you asked this! I don't mind reformatting at all. There's no rhyme or reason to when I do that, maybe it's when I'm feeling shy lol or just thought it looked right idk it's very silly. I updated those to normal text and went ahead and updated two others that i knew were small off the top of my head because they were recent. I can adjust other ones as I come across them, too. Happy reading!

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holy crap there were a lot, I'm so sorry.

FICS I HAVE CONVERTED FROM SMALL TO REGULAR TEXT (UPDATED 6/11)

thighs out!Joel (boyfriend's dad)

Sky's out, thighs out (1.5k)

at the beach (short)

MISC.

Aches (innocent reader fingering)

Canopy (dbf!joel in your parents' house)

Window Treatment (peeping Tom next door)

MALM Ikea Drabble (Trouble Joel)

Getting ready for Halloween drabble: Trouble!Joel

Stepdad Halloween drabble - Help with tie

Stepdad: Uber

Free Use (ORIGINAL); Picnic Table

Just the Tip (ORIGINAL) (v loss)

Patrol - pt. 1; pt. 2virgin patrol (v loss)

Secret breeder!Joel Refuses to pull out

Fucking one-off dbf Joel at your dad's house

in the ass like a good girl

you almost die then get used

Possessive cum play

non-con while you sleep

you're caught masturbating (300)

Pawn shop (GILF Joel)

Dr. Rock, pt 2

Speakeasy

HC: For Survival Couple become Speakeasy

Speakeasy Teddy (Showing you off)

Under the Table BJ

Public groping at the execution

night walks

x-small night walks 1 deleted scene (breeder stuff)

night walks liquor store run-in

restaurant drabble

night chalks

dark mode!Joel - ULTRA dark - DDD

Dark mode (knife)

Clicking (horny! joel -> dark mode)

Non-Fic: Request guidelines.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #ask

[wellthebardsdead]

Fools prayer pt2

Part 1 here

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Vivec: *laying on the filth ridden streets of the settlement of Mournhold, a blade to his throat held by a handsome caravan guard with sharp but gentle blue eyes* I’m sorry alright! Let me go!!

Nerevar: *lifts his chin with his blade as he leans down to meet his gaze, the sky behind him turning red and hazy with smoke as his face begins to sag and peel off* Are you? Are you really sorry? Vehk-

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Vivec: *jolts awake to the moonlight peering through the cracks in the roof of his current ‘home’, and the bashing of armoured fists against his door* … *rises up off his bed mat and quickly covers his face and hair with his scarf and mask as he opens the door* hello? *blinks seeing three ordinators standing there* what is the meaning of this?…

Ordinator 1: we got reports of strange activity in this building. Random people coming and going at odd hours. We’re here to ensure there’s no illegal goings on. Skooma dealing, prostitution or the like.

Vivec: …These odd hours wouldn’t happen to be breakfast, lunch and dinner. Would they?

Ordinator 1: I- um-

Vivec: and these random people. Do they look well dressed enough to afford either of the two things you’re accusing me of dealing?

Ordinator 1: They- they look-

Vivec: Homeless? Because they are. I open my home for those who seek help and feed those who have been forgotten. *pushes open the door letting them see inside the small space* I’ve nothing to hide. *steps aside* go ahead. Turn over all my belongings. Break as much as you want. You ordinators seem to enjoy kicking the less fortunate while they’re down, the temple will pay you regardless.

Ordinator 1: *scowls and gets in his face as the other two enter and begin searching* You dare speak ill of the temple s’wit?!

Vivec: I speak Ill of those who’ve abandoned their people. They gather wealth to line their pockets while their people starve, what will you do? Arrest me? And take more hope away from those who have nothing?

*crash!!*

Vivec: *turns his gaze to see the bucket filled with dirty dishes and water now tipped over in a puddle of soapy water and broken pottery* … *looks back at the ordinator* I doubt I’ll be compensated for the damages as well.

Ordinator 1: you smart mouthed little-

Ordinator 2: nothing here sir. He’s telling the truth by the looks of it.

Ordinator 3: *trying to clean up his mess by tossing what he thinks is a rag in the puddle not knowing it’s Vivec’s bed mat* n-nothing here sir it just looks like dirty dishes-

Vivec: *sighs* well now the dishes I feed the downtrodden with are shattered and my bed is soaked. *looks back at the first guard* if you’re satisfied, kindly leave.

Ordinator 1: *huffs* fine. *tilts his head gesturing for the other two to leave, waiting for them to exit before approaching the door too… pausing as he takes in the dunmers figure beneath the long robes and mask* actually. I’m not satisfied. *steps forward making the other elf back up slowly*

Vivec: What else could you possibly want evidence for? *steps back, his gaze shifting from the ordinator, to his ‘fishing spear’ in the corner covered by a net*

Ordinator 1: *steps even closer* Take off your mask. What are you hiding?…

Vivec: I’d rather keep it on. My face and body were disfigured from the eruption of red mountain. Exposure to the air hurts my skin.

Ordinator 1: is that so then? Then you won’t mind proving it by showing me- *grabs Vivec by his wrist, pulling him in to grab his mask only for the other Mer to punch him in the face with strength no mortal could possess, sending him flying into the wall* GHHGH!!

Ordinator 2: S-sir?! *hurries in through the door and freezes seeing vivec laying on the ground seemingly pulling his robes back up, being very careful to show only part of his bluish grey skin* I-

Vivec: Y-you d-dogs!! *grips the wall pulling himself up, making it look as though he’d been assaulted by the other guard* you come into my home- you destroy my belongings and you force yourself upon me!?

Ordinator 3: I? Did he-

Vivec: *screaming loud enough now for others outside to hear, the windows of the slum buildings lighting up with candles and oil lamps* Does it get you off hurting those who have nothing?!

Ordinator 1: *pulling himself up to his feet* h-he’s lying! He punched me! He refused to show me his body!! He’s hiding so-

Ordinators 2 & 3: *both shackle him and pull him from the building as a crowd forms in the street, all of them staring at them with disgust and anger, that they’d harass the one kind soul left in the city who cared for all of them asking for nothing in return*

Ordinator 1: I?! Unhand me!!! You idiots he’s lying to you!! HES LYING TO YOU!! *screams as he’s dragged away*

Vivec: *steps out of his dwelling seeing the crowd gathering around him with concern* It’s alright friends… I’m okay… but… to those who can, bring your own plate for your meals tomorrow… I only have a few left in tact…

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *kneeling before the shrine of Azura within the Mournhold temple, the room dark and silent, illuminated only by the large oil lamps at the feet of the lady of twilight* the first oblivion gate opened at dusk. Our men felled mephalas forces with great loss. If this is only the beginning I fear we won’t survive her onslaught. Not without your aid my lady… *places his hand to the shrine, the silence deafening* how much of your power did she steal?…

“Seek. The betrayer…”

Nerevar: *jumps and looks up at the shrine to see it gone, and only a withered, transparent husk of the form Azura once blessed his eyes with* The betrayer- oh my lady…

Azura: *voice weak and soft, eyes heavy and fading, the influence over the dunmer people not enough to heal what Mephala stole from her with the cutting blow of her ebony blade* Vehk Lives… seek the betrayer… for he was betrayed by her…

Nerevar: I- vivec?! He- why would I wish for his aid? After what he did to me! To the temple to you-

“Mephala made him murder you.”

Nerevar: *turns to see the shadows twisting behind him, holding aloft cracked bones and blistering red eyes in the hollowed sockets of a skull* my dark lady- Boethia- what did she do to you?!

Boethia: *voice hissing with vitriolic anger that her partner, her mate, lover and more could betray her like this. To so mercilessly rip her very soul asunder and leave her a shambling husk of what she was* Lies. She told him lies. That you were a threat to us. To our people. *slithers over him, the mass of shadow and bones moving like a snake* She told him you and your retainer, your most trusted, Voryn Dagoth, wished to use the heart for yourselves. To harness its full power to your own gain, to overthrow us…

Nerevar: but- isn’t that what he did? What the tribunal did-

Boethia: *coiling slowly around azuras shade* Yesssss… once he realised he’d been tricked. Tricked into being a mere pawn for her plan. Tricked into removing you and Voryn from guarding the heart. He convinced Almalexia, and forced Sotha Sils hands to strike the heart. Weakening it.

Nerevar: …So Mephala couldn’t obtain its full power for herself. But why?… why pose as gods? Why overthrow the temple, you?

Boethia: Mephala lied to us as she did him. As she did you. We would never believe the words of your whore over hers. He knew of the threat she imposed and sought to remove her influence, to weaken her… but I’m doing so Azura and I had to fall as well… *suddenly swallows azuras shade whole into herself. Keeping her fellow prince safe and allowing her time to rest with her as a shield*

Nerevar: *grimaces hearing vivec referred to as his whore, despite the sour blood the living gods actions left him with, a love deep within him still ached at her words* where is he?…

Boethia: He walks amongst his people in the city of blacklight. In plain sight for all to unknowingly see.

Nerevar: his people? My lady they’re your-

Boethia: No. *shifts towards him slowly, the jaw of the skull opening into a gaping maw where in a vision shines. A masked figure cloaked in heavy garb, tending to the homeless and abandoned with gentle hands* They are his.

Nerevar: *eyes wide taking in their figure, and the unforgettable eyes behind the sockets of the mask* vivec…

#Vivec #skyrim #nerevar #Boethia #Azura

[juniminabloom]

Yandere! Chef Saltbaker x reader

A/N: This lil’ oneshot was requested by my good friend Sky, you can check them out over at our group blog! @soillky​ And one more quick thing, go check out @kirlias452​ ! They’re really cool and allowed me to use one of their headcanons, so thank you! Edit: Part 2 is out! You can find it here!

~First, we’ll start with headcanons~

(Keep in mind that in this oneshot for my friend, he is yandere.)

- Very sweet for a salt shaker - Loves to cook with you, it makes his pastries taste better to him - He loves spending as much time with you as possible, even though he has a bakery to run - Loves to hold your hand, it makes him feel calmer and happier ever since he was driven mad - Since he was driven mad, he’s a bit possessive. If he can’t have that Wondertart, he can surely have you. Right...? - Gets jealous if any customer compliments you, no matter what the compliment is - Absolutely loves to hold you. Whether it’s holding your hand or cuddling, physical touch is his love language.

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~And now, the oneshot ❤ ~  Word count: 0.7k

     Another day of working at the bakery. But it doesn’t bother you, knowing that your best friend and owner of the bakery, Chef Saltbaker, is there with you. Today you’re stuck as the cashier. Not the most exciting to you, but at least you get to interact with people, and most of them are really nice to you.

     “...And there you go, sir! Have a nice day!” You say with a smile as the last customer walks out of the building. It’s now time to close up shop, and as you flip the sign on the front to “Sorry, We’re Closed!”, you feel a hard hand grip your shoulder.      “Y/N, we need to talk.” Chef Saltbaker says with a saddened face. “Follow me upstairs.”  “O-oh, um, alright. Am I in trouble?” You reply with a nervous tone. He’s never asked you for a “talk”, you’ve done so well at the bakery, and you don’t know if you’ve done anything wrong. “No, of course you aren’t in trouble. I just need a chat with you,” Chef Saltbaker replies, easing your worries.

     “Here, sit down.” Saltbaker says as he pats a cushion on the couch. You do, and he sits down next to you. “So, Chef, is anything bothering you?” You ask, still a little worried that you did something wrong. “To put it in simple words, yes. I don’t want you working as the cashier anymore. I don’t like how many people end up complimenting you. It’s... unnerving.”

     “But Chef, how is that unnerving? I like working as the cashier,” You say, a little sad that you wouldn’t interact with other people.

     Saltbaker wouldn’t answer your question. Instead, he grasped your hands with his and held them up to his chest. In an instant, his eyes flashed a yellow, and yours grew wide. Yellow eyes... the same ones you saw in his twisted face that one fateful day. Why, oh why?

     “Y/N, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” He said, his eyes now yellow and a large grin spreading across his face. You feel yourself slightly blush at the sudden change of mood. Saltbaker notices, and yanks your arms to him, making you slightly jump with a yelp, landing you right on his lap.

     He snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a hug. You can hear him slightly smelling your neck, his nose pushed against it, and a blush spreads across your cheeks. What has gotten into him? He’s never done this before.

     “Y/N, you remember that day, the day I tried to take Cuphead’s soul for my greatest dish yet?  He whispers as he squeezes you tighter. Your blush fades and you quietly reply, “I do... why do you ask?” “I couldn’t have that Wondertart. They wouldn’t let me. I could’ve had so much power, and control,” His voice starts to slowly grow louder. “I could’ve had everything- and now it’s gone.” He squeezes you tighter, making it hard for you to breathe, so you lightly tap his back and he loosens- just a little.

     “Chef, you’re scaring me,” You worriedly say. “What’s gotten into you?” “I can’t have that Wondertart. But there is one thing that I want. And it will be mine, no matter what.” Saltbaker whispers in your ear.

“And what would that be, Chef?” “Do you want the name of it?” “Of course I do.” “The name of it...  Y/N.“

     This surely took you by surprise. Your cheeks heated up again with a deeper blush, and Saltbaker pushed you slightly away from him, just so he could meet your face with a smile.      “I do love you, Y/N. For a long while now.” Saltbaker cooed. He pulled you back, but sat you on his lap, his arm under your arm. You were in a position where you were almost sitting next to him, just on his lap, and slightly turned. He nuzzled his head against your cheek, and gave you a quick kiss on it. You were blushing really hard, but didn’t know how to feel.

     “You’re all I want. You’re the sweetest sugar, the ripest strawberry, the perfect pepper-to-salt ratio,” He complimented. “If I couldn’t have that Wondertart, I’ll surely have you.”

“No matter the cost.”

     ~Writing this was super fun! Maybe a part 2? Who knows! Shoot me an ask and I’ll surely do it! Love you guys <3~

#chef saltbaker #yandere #yandere chef saltbaker #cuphead x reader #cuphead #cuphead dlc #x reader

[dp-marvel94]

Face to Face- Chapter 51

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

First -> Last

Word Count: 3,341

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Note: I am so excited for you guys to see this chapter! 😍 And I'm not going to say anymore and risk spoilers. Go check it out! 👀

With yawns, the group hug pulled apart.

Dad stretched, pushing himself to his feet. “This old man’s ready to hit the hay. There’s been a lotta excitement.”

“There has been.” The other adult nodded. “I think we all need to head to bed.” 

Fenton held back a yawn, looking at Phantom. A silent conversation passed and… “I think we’re gonna stay up here a few more minutes. Get some star gazing in.”

Worry flickered across Mom’s face. “Are you sure? You look tired, sweetie. I don’t want you falling asleep up here.”

“We’ll be fine.” Phantom gave her a soft smile. “I can carry Fenton in, if he does fall asleep.”

The woman offered a nod. “Alright. Good night Danny.” 

Good night kisses were exchanged, other parting words and soon…. Fenton and Phantom were alone.

They both shifted on the blanket pile, sitting down side by side and looking at the stars. A beat of companionable silence passed. Just the night sky, deep and vivid with ghostly eyes. The moon, barely a waning sliver. Venus, still bright near the horizon. With a quick search, Human Danny found Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. And the constellations….

“There’s Pegasus.” Phantom’s finger traced the square of stars. 

“And Andromeda.” Fenton pointed above the famed flying horse. His eyes widened slightly, awed. “I can actually see the galaxy.”

“It’s incredible.” The ghost breath, sharing the feeling. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over it, how many stars we can see now.” His eyes shone, quietly giddy.

More patterns were traced. “Perseus. Cassiopeia.”

“And there’s little Lacerta, the Lizard.” The human’s finger pointed out the diamond ‘head,’ the square ‘body’, the little ‘tail.’ “And the swan, Cygnus.” The Northern cross made up the ‘body’, two ‘wings’ outlined with the upper part.

He’d never tire of this, Phantom knew, the sight filling him with so much joy. He loved learning the names of the stars, the stories people told. He dreamed of the far reaches of space, the mysteries and wonders of distant worlds. His mind drifted for just a moment to the portal, to the unknown world accessible through his basement. 

Fenton gave a sigh. “It’s too bad it’s the wrong time of year for Orion.” 

The ghost turned his head. “Our favorite.” His counterpart nodded. “It is a winter constellation, like…” His eyes drifted to the sky, checking for something he was sure wouldn’t be there. Phantom gave a soft smile. “You know, I’m kinda partial to Gemini.”

The human rolled his eyes, putting his head in his hands. “The twins, really?” He looked up, raising a brow. “These ‘I’m my own brother’ jokes.”

The ghost laughed. “You’re the one who started calling me James.” He poked his other playfully. “But seriously though, I like the constellation. It seemed appropriate, and… I don’t know, they’re something… special about this.” He motioned to the two of them.

“Yeah.” Fenton raised a brow, a quiet request to continue.

Phantom nodded. “And… this is it.” He sobered slightly, wide earnest eyes fixed on his counterpart. “If everything goes right, we’ll be back to being a halfa tomorrow.” A flicker of hope, of excitement. If it worked, they would finally be back to how they were supposed to be. But… “This is our last night, like this.” There was a weight to the words, a bittersweet aching in his core. “So… I guess if we have anything else to say to each other while we’re still like this, we should say it.”

The human’s brow furrowed. “Well.” A pause, betraying Fenton’s understanding of the seriousness of the conversation. Then the corner of human Danny’s mouth twitched. “I do have a joke.”

“Do you now?” Phantom’s serious expression cracked slightly, a brow raised.

 “Why didn’t the ghost go to the dance?” Fenton kept his face deceptively neutral.

“...why?” Phantom asked, hesitantly.

 Human Danny grinned. “He had no body to go with.”

His counterpart gawked. “Really, Fenton?” He chuckled. “Really?”

“What? It seemed appropriate considering.…” He wiggled his eyebrows pointing at himself. 

“You. are. Ridiculous!” Phantom practically lunged for him. “He had no body to go with?” A hand furiously noogied the black haired head. “He had no body to go with? How could you do me dirty like that?” 

The human shook with laughter, squirming and trying to get away. “You’re the one who thought I was your dead body.”

“You were asleep!” The ghost exclaimed.

“You’d still have no body to go with.” Fenton giggled. “I’d never let you take me to the dance!”

Phantom lost it, his hand dropping out of his human’s hair. The other successfully broke away, arms wrapping around his middle in his outburst. The ghost flopped down on the blanket pile, tail twitching in his mirth.

“Sorry. Sorry.” Fenton finally broke out, panting for breath. “I just had to get that out of me.”

His counterpart snorted. “I’d never let you take me to the dance.”

“Very funny.” The human rolled his eyes, still smiling.

“You’re never gonna live that down.” The ghost propped himself up with his elbows. “We’ll be at the next school dance. That’ll suddenly pop up in our head and we’ll end up laughing to ourself like we’re crazy.”

“Only if halfa-us actually remembers this.” Fenton pointed out, one brow raised. “Also, we can’t live anything down.” A yawn broke through the words but he powered through. “Kinda comes with being half-dead.”

“We’re making death jokes now!” Phantom sat up, raising his arms. “How the tables have turned!”

“Yep.” His other chuckled. Then… “Seriously though.” His face sobered, a mirror of Phantom’s earlier expression. “About your question… I guess I do have some stuff to say.”

The ghost shuffled closer but didn’t say anything, patient.

The human sighed. “First, I’m glad we talked to Mom and Dad. It was hard but… I think it helped. We… we really did need to do it.”

Phantom reached, a hand going to his counterpart’s arm. “I’m happy we could do it together.” He gave a soft smile. “So much has happened and… it was good to get it all out in the open.”

Fenton nodded. There were a lot of feelings there but… paramount was relief, a peace settling over them. Then… a twinge in his heart. “We never really talked about what happened with Dora at the park.”

The ghost's soft smile waned slightly. “Right. I guess we got pretty wrapped up worrying about tonight.”

There was a lot there as well. Happiness and excitement: Mom and Dad had reacted so well, been so enthusiastic to answer all of the princess’s questions. Sadness and worry: They learned a bit of where Dora was from, the abuse she was suffering and… she’d flown back to her brother. Guilt: people had been hurt at the park, property destroyed. And yet….

Things could have gone much worse if it wasn’t for their ice and quick thinking. They’d jumped into action, Fenton getting people away from the action while Phantom tried to get the necklace off the dragon ghost. They’d both fought, in their own separate ways. But at the end, together….

A shared feeling rose. At that moment…. There’d been determination, surety. Green and blue eyes meet, both sparkling.

“We both pulled off the amulet.” Phantom spoke the words. “And… it felt so right.”

“Like… like that’s what we were meant to do.” Fenton nodded, eyes wide.

The words, the memory made the ghost’s core buzz. “It felt so… perfect. Protecting people and helping Dora.” He couldn’t verbalize, could hardly explain it. But… it felt like looking at the stars. Like…. Somehow, something slotted into place.

“Sidney said about us being a bridge between worlds.” Fenton’s voice was quiet, awed. “It wasn’t just that we did the right thing. We protected those kids and helped Dora get back to the portal. We helped both of them, the ghost and the humans.” The human blinked, eyes widening. “That’s what we’ve been doing since this started really, standing in the middle.”

“Maybe that’s why this happened to us.” The ghost’s lips quirked. “It feels almost stupid to say that. But… we were called down the stairs and into the portal. And we both desperately want to believe it was for a reason.”

That was true. They’d talked about the accident, agonized over the what ifs together, ultimately choosing to table them but still…. That longing for meaning, for purpose lingered.

Fenton smiled softly, giving his counterpart’s arm a squeeze. “And if it wasn’t for some outside reason… we can give it one.”

This felt like the beginning of something. Phantom’s core pulsed, a thousand emotions churning. His mind flickered back, to kneeling in front of Sophie and declaring he was Danny Phantom. And this time, the name wasn’t a placeholder. It was something thought up to make the pain a little more bearable. It was his name, really his name. A truth he chose to accept, to embrace. 

The two sat for a long pause, arm in arm. Feelings, emotions, memories wafted. Peace. Hope. Joy. Expectation. 

“I’m happy I got a chance to get to know you like this.” Fenton finally said, voice so quiet, so tender.

Phantom looked over, meeting the blue eyes. His own softened, shining with affection.

The human continued. “I know we would have figured it out eventually if we hadn’t done this. And being split hasn’t exactly been fun. But you’re right. This was special. I’ve learned so much and…” Fenton put an arm around him, a gentle half-hug “I’ve loved getting to see and talk to you like this.”

Phantom felt his eyes watering with emotion. This moment…. so tender, so close. His chest almost ached, his insides soft and gooey.

“I think I’m going to like being you.” Fenton smiled.

Somehow, his core felt even meltier. “You already are me.”

The human snorted. “You know what I mean.”

He did.

Phantom leaned into the half hug. “I’m happy I got to know you like this too. I mean…” He shrugged. “We were just human most of our life so I think I know human us pretty well but… you’re not the boy who went into the portal, not anymore.” 

Sadness wafted, the knowledge that that version of them was gone. But…. “I know we can never go back to that and…. I don’t really want to anymore.” Fenton said, no surprise in his words but a quiet confidence. “I’m excited to actually be half ghost. When this works, we’ll…. we’ll finally be the real us, the real Danny again.”

The ghost nodded vigorously, his arm rising to wrap around his counterpart. “Me too. I’m… really looking forward to being human again.” He turned his head, looking at Fenton. “I’m happy Mom figured out the ecto-cookies and stuff. And getting to eat and taste it was great. But… it’s no substitute.” 

For just a moment he wondered; would he be able to taste if he and Fenton were sharing the human’s mouth? Well… the memory pressed into the ghost’s mind; Fenton had tasted the ecto-cookie when Phantom had first tried them. But maybe they could do it on purpose. They’d try it out in the morning, before trying the ghost catcher again.

The human gave a chuckle, sensing the thought. “That could be fun.” Then his eyes drifted back up, to the sky. “I’m really excited to fly.” His serene smile brightened, eyes glowing. “Not dreaming it through your eyes. Not having to be carried. Actually, finally… touching the sky.”

“The way it’s supposed to be.” Phantom breathed.

“The way it’s supposed to be.” Fenton couldn’t help but agree.

There was nothing more to say, not with the parts of their soul touching. Emotions and memories swirled together as Fenton’s eyes started fluttering. 

He yawned. “Tell me about some more constellations.”

Phantom obliged. With his free hand, he pointed to the sky. Fingers waved and motioned, connecting the dots. He rambled, eyes shining. About the notable celestial objects making up those constellations. The galaxies, nebulae, massive stars, and black holes.

“Of course, the Andromeda constellation has the famous Andromeda galaxy. See, it’s right there. It’s also called Messier 31. There’s two other galaxies, dwarf elliptical ones. Le Gentil, called Messier 31 I think. And 110?” He shrugged, hand waving. “See those three bright stars in a kinda curved line. There’s Alpheratz, Mirach, and Almach. Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Andromedae.” His freckles glowed, seeming to shift into a familiar pattern. “Alpheratz makes up one corner of the Great Square of Pegasus. And Almach is up there, near Perseus.”

Fenton’s head drifted, settling onto his ghost’s shoulder. “The story, Phantom.” The boy whined tiredly. “About Perseus and Medusa and the flying horse…”

“Alright, alright.” The ghost laughed. “So Perseus was the son of a Greek princess and Zeus, the king of the gods. And of course like any f-ed up Greek myth, the story starts with a prophecy and Zeus shape-shifting to get a lady pregnant, because he can’t keep it in his pants…..”

Phantom rambled, loud and enthusiastic. His hands waved. His constellation freckles shone. 

“So Perseus beheaded Medusa using his shield to see her reflection. That way he didn’t look at her directly and you know, get turned to stone.” He shrugged. “And that’s where Pegasus comes in. The horse supposedly sprung from the blood dripping from her decapitated head. So the horse was actually Medusa and Poseidon’s kid. Which is completely weird and totally messed up. Actually this whole story is so messed up. Sam was right. Where’s the justice? Medusa got attacked by a freaking god in Athena’s temple, turned into a monster, and beheaded. And she didn’t even get a constellation! How’s that fair?”

“You’re such a dork.” The human slurred out sleepily, interrupting the rant.

Phantom’s mouth snapped shut. He smirked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. “I know you are but what am I?”

“Still a dork.” Fenton snorted, snuggling into his side.

The ghost blinked once. Then he rolled his eyes, smiling. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” His counterpart giggled. “Think you’re the king of the comebacks, don’t cha? Silly ghost.”

“Hey, I’m very witty. You just happen to share my brain.” He grinned, roughly ruffling his counterpart’s hair. “Can’t get one over on you, can I?”

“I’m the pun master.” Fenton chuckled, leaning into the touch.

“You’re annoying, that’s what you are.” Phantom teased.

“I love you too.” The human muttered, rolling his eyes.

The ghost stilled, his free hand dropping out of the black hair. His core squeezed, jovial teasing giving way to a soft and quiet joy. The tiredness radiated off of his other self, heavy enough that he was starting to get silly. But those words…. Every syllable was real. 

Phantom breathed. Teasing and joking was familiar, comfortable even. He was even used to transparency, tender honesty. But this…. The arm still around his human half tightened, his free arm circling around Fenton’s front. He had said earlier, if they had anything else to say to each other while they were still split, they should say it.

Ghost Danny completed the hug. “I do love you.”

Human Danny didn’t say anything, just smiling before closing his eyes. His free hand drifted up, squeezing his ghost’s.

Finally…. “Can you finish the story?” A yawn. “Then I can go ta bed.”

“Yeah, I’ll finish it. Where was I? Oh right. Medusa. So…” Phantom continued, his other self’s head buried in his shoulder. “Perseus put the head in a bag. The other two gorgons tried to chase and attack him but he escaped, using the helm of darkness to turn invisible…” 

The ghost talked, this time not loud and excited, but instead quiet and calm. Fenton’s breathing slowed. “So he found this girl - that’s where Andromeda comes in- tied naked to a rock and for once had the rationale reaction of being like ‘What the hell is going on?’” 

The human’s body relaxed, muscles going limp. “Perseus came back to Seriphos and found out that his mom was in hiding because apparently, Polydectes, the king- the same who sent on this suicide mission to get Medusa’s head in the first place- wouldn’t take no for an answer. So our man Percy was like ‘That’s it, I’ve had enough of you’ and used the head to turn the king guy to stone and kill him ....”

Fenton’s quiet breath ghosted across his shoulder, a soft snore resounding. “The prophecy that started all this did come true. But for once it wasn’t an evil plot or some cruel joke by the gods. It was just a tragic accident….”

Tiredness brushed at his consciousness, radiating from the human boy half-laying on him. But Phantom would finish this story; he’d told himself he would. “Perseus went back to his new wife and their new kingdom. They had a bunch of kids and ruled in peace and prosperity. Rare for a Greek Hero, there was no tragic ending. No sudden madness, no bloody fall in battle, no cruel betrayal. Finally, they just lived happily ever after.”

The story finished, Phantom smiling as his human half gave another light snore. He let go of the sleeping boy, to gently lower him onto the blankets. But Fenton hung on, giving a sleepy whine.

The ghost chuckled. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed.”

Ghost Danny floated off the ground, one arm still around his human self. It took some maneuvering with his free hand and his tail; luckily the appendage proved to be much longer and more dexterous than his legs. But Phantom managed to move the boy into a comfortable enough princess carry.

He glanced down at the blanket and pillow pile. “I’ll come back for these. Bed first.” He flickered both of them intangible and-

A black and white figure darted in front of him. A whoop of delight. The other person dove, twirling in the air. “This is amazing!” 

Phantom blinked. “What-”

The ghost flipped, swimming back up. And… it was his own ghostly face. “There you are!”

Phantom just stared, mind spinning. What was happen-

Ghost Danny yanked himself out of the dream. He needed to get his human self to bed. He darted down, through the ceiling. 

A rough pull on his mind, from somewhere deep inside of him.

The other figure waved, frantically motioning the on-looker to approach. “Come on! It’s a perfect night for flying.”

Phantom blinked, suddenly understanding. This was… this was Fenton’s dream. And the figure in front of him…. His human self was dreaming, not of being his ghost half but… somehow, Phantom knew, this was a dream of being Danny, their half ghost self.

The ghost boy was hovering over their bed. When did he get here?

“Come on!” Danny? Fenton dreaming of being Danny? Waved again. “The sky’s clear and open. There’s so many stars. Let’s fly, Danny!”

It was tempting, so tempting.

His body felt tingly and light. He lowered, arms holding Fenton just half a foot from the bed. He just had to let go and pry the human’s arm off him. 

A gloved hand moved and…. The dream…

A jubilee yell. Fenton waved, green eyes sparkling. “Come on! You know you want to.” 

Phantom did want to. The sensation of pins and needles washed over his body. But…

The ghostly figure twirled, doing a backflip before leveling out. “No buts! I always dream through your eyes. It’s your turn. Get over here.”

Ghost Danny wanted to. He wanted to sleep, to dream. His grip loosened. He already could barely feel his hands on Fenton’s back, the feather-light sensation like brushing fog… 

Another echoing laugh. A ghostly tail flicked, gaze fixed to the sky. Fenton…. Danny turned his head, eyebrow raised. “Well then?”

Or maybe Phantom was the mist. He released his hold and let himself fall into the dream. 

Two calls of joy echoed, twirling, intertwining, melding into one.

Ghostly light swirling over his skin, the seemingly-human body of Danny Fenton alone fell to his bed. 

Note: Feel free to yell at me in the comments. Seriously, I am so excited about this and the next chapter. I'd been waiting literal years to write them and I'm so happy with how this one turned out!

#Danny Phantom #Face to Face #My fic #Double Danny #Split Danny #An update so fluffy and sappy we're all going to die #😂😂😂

[empathieves]

This is technically cheating, because it’s 30 words over the maximum, but it’s already cut from what I originally wanted to send and I can’t bear to shave away more of it:

Boyd hesitates, just for a moment. And then he places his own hand on top of Raylan’s, so their scars meet.

Grief. Longing. Curiosity. Resentment. Bitterness. Affection, tangled up with an ache so well worn it feels like part of him, too painful to call love but too tender to be anything else. Desire,

familiar but also resigned. An urge to goad, to poke, to get a reaction, to get something from this man that’s his , no one else’s. Possessiveness. A vague guilt over that particular emotion, when they were never -

He jerks back then, reeling, and when he brings his hand up to his face it’s wet with tears. Boyd - Boyd looks like he just got punched in the face. Apparently some of his expressions haven’t changed in all the years between them, because the look is as recognisable to Raylan as it was when he was seventeen.

Raylan sits down on the steps that lead up to the church, because he doesn’t think his legs can hold him. After a moment, Boyd does the same.

“I didn’t think you were ever coming back here.”

“Neither did I.”

“I heard about that man you shot. He the one who -” Boyd gestures then, in the vague direction of Raylan’s stomach. So he had felt the torture then.

“Yeah, that was him.”

“He deserved it then.” Boyd says, seeming satisfied with that.

“And me? Do I deserve being back here? Having to deal with you as a Marshal, and not as - not as whatever we are?”

Boyd looks at him then, his eyes opaque as they ever are.

“I don’t know about deserve, Raylan. That’s between you and whatever God you believe in. But I will say that I never thought you’d be near enough to touch again, and this shit I’m into isn’t more important to me than the idea you might not let me do it again.”

Raylan stares at him. Boyd leans back on his elbows, looks up at the sky and waits.

“You’re saying you’d give this up. For me.”

“All that shooting make you deaf? Yes, that’s what I’m saying. Jesus, Raylan, I thought I was gonna feel you die before I ever saw you not covered in coal dust. You - you left. ”

Boyd’s jaw is tight, the muscles in his neck tense. Raylan watches this, a little fascinated, because he’s never known Boyd to lose it easily. Except apparently he does, when it comes to him.

“I need you to understand, the last twenty years you’ve felt like a ghost. If I hadn’t had that postcard I would’ve sworn you were haunting me. Instead you were just - not here. And now you’re back. And I can’t lose you again. I didn’t even have you the first time, and it just about killed me. I’m not doing it again. I’m not.”

Raylan looks away from Boyd, whose face is far too full of emotion to keep watching, and leans back on the step behind him. It creaks under his weight. He sighs out a breath. Inhales and takes in that scent again, all home and memory and agony, overlaid with Boyd.

“Alright.”

OOOOOOOH BOY okay here we go!

Boyd hesitates, just for a moment. And then he places his own hand on top of Raylan’s, so their scars meet.

Intentional callback! I wanted to bookend this piece. This one started with a very clear image of them as boys making a blood bond in the afternoon sun, and I had a clear idea that I wanted to wind it up with them joining hands again - but this time with the full knowledge of what’s between them. There’s intent this time. They’re not boys anymore - they’re men and they can’t excuse this with naïveté.

Grief. Longing. Curiosity. Resentment. Bitterness. Affection, tangled up with an ache so well worn it feels like part of him, too painful to call love but too tender to be anything else. Desire, familiar but also resigned. An urge to goad, to poke, to get a reaction, to get something from this man that’s his, no one else’s. Possessiveness. A vague guilt over that particular emotion, when they were never -

Grief for the path they didn’t take. Longing and affection are obvious here - I wanted the ‘ache’ part to invoke a bruise. Curiosity about the man Raylan’s become, and all the years that have gone by without him. Resentment and bitterness about the way things have gone. Resignation because Boyd thinks he knows how things are going to go. Urge to poke because I think that’s such a Huge part of Boyd’s character, the need to prod at things best left alone. Possessiveness - Boyd knows that no one knows Raylan like he does, no one has seen the inside of Raylan’s head and felt what he’s felt. The vaguest of guilty feelings about that because even if he knows there’s something there, he does respect free will, and he knows Raylan didn’t choose him back then.

He jerks back then, reeling, and when he brings his hand up to his face it’s wet with tears. Boyd - Boyd looks like he just got punched in the face. Apparently some of his expressions haven’t changed in all the years between them, because the look is as recognisable to Raylan as it was when he was seventeen.

The implication here is that Boyd has gotten his own taste of what Raylan feels, and instead of what he expected - maybe some fondness, irritation - he has instead gotten all this complicated pining and anger and repression and shame and regret. Also wanted to give that sense of still knowing each other, intrinsically, with that recognition of expression. And also the idea that Raylan saw Boyd get punched in the face enough that it’s a recognisable expression.

Raylan sits down on the steps that lead up to the church, because he doesn’t think his legs can hold him. After a moment, Boyd does the same.

“I didn’t think you were ever coming back here.”

“Neither did I.”

“I heard about that man you shot. He the one who -” Boyd gestures then, in the vague direction of Raylan’s stomach. So he had felt the torture then.

There’s a whole scene here implied by this. Boyd would likely have been in prison while this was happening :)

And an acknowledgement that neither of them ever expected to be in this position.

“Yeah, that was him.”

“He deserved it then.” Boyd says, seeming satisfied with that.

“And me? Do I deserve being back here? Having to deal with you as a Marshal, and not as - not as whatever we are?”

Boyd’s defensiveness of Raylan even now. Also, Raylan comparing returning to Harlan and seeing Boyd in this new different capacity with death. Which it is - metaphorically. Also an acknowledgement from Raylan that there is something between them.

Boyd looks at him then, his eyes opaque as they ever are.

“I don’t know about deserve, Raylan. That’s between you and whatever God you believe in. But I will say that I never thought you’d be near enough to touch again, and this shit I’m into isn’t more important to me than the idea you might not let me do it again.”

Opaque as an indicator of how hard Boyd is to get a good read on. Then Boyd being disarmingly earnest and honest in a flip on that.

Raylan stares at him. Boyd leans back on his elbows, looks up at the sky and waits.

“You’re saying you’d give this up. For me.”

“All that shooting make you deaf? Yes, that’s what I’m saying. Jesus, Raylan, I thought I was gonna feel you die before I ever saw you not covered in coal dust. You - you left. ”

Followed by immediate defensiveness, snark, and then an unwilling expression of hurt. Boyd wasn’t expecting any of this and he wasn’t prepared for it. His words fail him at the end of his speaking here, which is rare for him.

Boyd’s jaw is tight, the muscles in his neck tense. Raylan watches this, a little fascinated, because he’s never known Boyd to lose it easily. Except apparently he does, when it comes to him.

“I need you to understand, the last twenty years you’ve felt like a ghost. If I hadn’t had that postcard I would’ve sworn you were haunting me. Instead you were just - not here. And now you’re back. And I can’t lose you again. I didn’t even have you the first time, and it just about killed me. I’m not doing it again. I’m not.”

A touch of the regular kind of southern gothic. Raylan leaving has left Boyd in his own kind of story and now he has a chance to get out. Not out of Harlan necessarily but out of the narrative he’s been stuck in, of this closeted man missing someone who’s been gone for longer than he was here.

Raylan looks away from Boyd, whose face is far too full of emotion to keep watching, and leans back on the step behind him. It creaks under his weight. He sighs out a breath. Inhales and takes in that scent again, all home and memory and agony, overlaid with Boyd.

“Alright.”

Scent and sound are the biggest triggers for memory. It was important for me here that Boyd is the top note - Harlan and all its history is still there underneath, but now Boyd is at the forefront instead of Raylan’s old trauma. It’s a metaphor for how this piece itself unfolded - Raylan couldn’t take this step with Boyd until Harlan was far enough distanced from him (again, not literal) that he could move forward with his life. It took a while, but he’s there now. I also had the ‘creaking under his weight’ bit in here because this moment is HEAVY. It’s got all this history behind it. It’s weighted. It’s important that it is, that this isn’t a spontaneous joyful thing. There’s consideration here. This is a choice.

#ask meme #cicada love songs is the fic! #author commentary meme

[allyphase]

deep dive character sheet

stolen from: oro :3 (sorry i saw this on your blog and thought it’d be a good idea for mark!) tagging: anyone who missed this before! 

NAME: Mark

BODY

height: 5’4” (small and slight of build. easy to miss in a crowd.)

strength ★★☆☆☆ (not entirely helpless, but her strength comes from carrying books, not lifting weapons.) 

dexterity ★★★☆☆ (absolutely average. awful handwriting, alright drawings.)

health ★★★☆☆ (she should take better care of herself, but she isn’t sickly.) 

energy ★★☆☆☆ (she doesn’t do well in physical situations, but she’ll do her best to keep up.) 

beauty ★★☆☆☆ (she’s very plain looking, and usually hides her face with a hood regardless.) 

style ★★☆☆☆ (her clothes are important to her, but they’re not very distinctive. she wears too many layers.)

hygiene ★★★☆☆ (she’s clean enough, but she spends enough time outside to smell like grass and wind.)  

SKILLS

perception ★★★★★ (never misses a detail. if she doesn’t bring something up, it’s because she’s ignoring it.)

communication ★★★★☆/★☆☆☆☆ (about the battlefield/about herself.) 

persuasion ★★★★☆ (she holds some authority over the people she used to command, but her ideas are sound and make sense, which makes people want to listen to her.) 

mediation ★☆☆☆☆ (interpersonal conflicts are the one battle she cannot navigate.) 

literacy ★★★★★ (never without a book.)  

creativity ★★★★☆ (has excellent ideas, but doesn’t tend to think of herself as creative. she could be, but only if she tried.)  

cooking ★★★☆☆ (just enough to keep herself fed. nothing fancy.) 

tech savvy ★★★☆☆ (if she had access, she’d be alright.) 

combat ☆☆☆☆☆ (never had to raise a weapon in her life. she keeps a knife on her person, but barely knows how to hold it right.)

survival ★★☆☆☆ (she can’t tend wounds, but she can make a plan and stick to it.) 

stealth ★★★★☆ (quiet, soft spoken. blends into the walls.) 

street smarts ★★★☆☆ (just enough to keep herself from getting into trouble.) 

seduction ☆☆☆☆☆ (she barely is able to recognize her own feelings.) 

luck ★★★★☆ (she should have died on the plains.) 

handling animals ★★★★☆ (she’s a birdwatcher, eyes always on the sky.)  

pacifying children ☆☆☆☆☆ (she never knows what to say.) 

MIND

intelligence ★★★★★ (known as a prodigy both inside bern and outside it.)  

happiness ★★★☆☆ (she’s happy enough, but she’s often under stress.)

spirituality ★★★★☆ (she sees signs of fate all around her.) 

confidence ★★★★★/★★★☆☆ (in her ability/in herself.) 

humor ★★☆☆☆ (she’s not trying to be funny, usually.)  

anxiety ★★★★☆ (the lives of her friends are in her hands.) 

patience ★★★★☆ (even she has her moments.) 

passion ★★☆☆☆ (she doesn’t like to show her heart.)  

nice ☆★☆☆☆ mean (she’s more polite than nice. she holds most of her allies at arm’s length.)

brave ☆☆☆★☆ cowardly (she is always afraid. she has an escape no matter what.)

pacifist ☆☆★☆☆ violent (though she does not wield violence herself, she commands those who do.) 

thoughtful ★☆☆☆☆ impulsive (she’s an overthinker at heart.) 

agreeable ☆★☆☆☆ contrary (she’ll only push if she feels the other is truly in the wrong.) 

idealistic ☆☆☆★☆ pragmatic (a strategist always keeps expectations in mind.) 

frugal ★☆☆☆☆ big spender (only what she needs. the only things she spends on are books.) 

extrovert ☆☆☆★☆ introvert (keeps to herself. wishes she didn’t.) 

collected ★☆☆☆☆ wild (restrained, calculated.) 

ambitious / possessive / stubborn / jealous / decisive / perfectionist

SOCIAL

charisma ★★★☆☆ (she has a sort of charm to her, but it’s not something she’s consciously doing.) 

empathy ★★★★☆ (she refuses to leave an ally behind.) 

generosity ★★★☆☆ (she has to look out for herself, but she’ll give where she can.) 

wealth ★☆☆☆☆ (she has very little money of her own. what funds she was using belonged to the army.) 

honest ☆☆★☆☆ deceptive (she’s less deceptive and more evasive. she doesn’t want to speak of her past.) 

leader ☆★☆☆☆ follower (the only one above her is her liege.) 

polite ★☆☆☆☆  rude (overly so.) 

political ☆☆☆★☆ indifferent (she doesn’t participate in the larger politics. she’s just a tactician.) 

BELIEFS

higher power ★★★☆☆ (saint elimine watches her. she just doesn’t interfere much.) 

fate/destiny ★★★★★ (she’s so lucky to be where she is.)  

magic ★★★★★ (she was almost a mage herself.) 

soulmates ★★★☆☆ (she wishes it’s true, but can’t quite bring herself to believe it.) 

good and evil ★★☆☆☆ (she’s been in bern before.) 

luck ★★★★★ (she survived. she survived.) 

PRIORITIES

family ☆☆☆☆☆ (she has no family. not anymore.)

friends ★★★★☆ (they are there for her, when no one else is.) 

love ★★★☆☆ (...wouldn’t it be nice?) 

home ★★☆☆☆ (what she’d give to go home. home for real.) 

health ★★★★☆ (if she doesn’t have herself, she has nothing.) 

praise ★★★★★ 

justice ★★★★★ (if she didn’t, she wouldn’t have deserted. she wouldn’t have turned on her home to stand with lyn.) 

truth ★★☆☆☆ (only what’s necessary.)

power ★☆☆☆☆ (others can hold it.) 

fame ★★★☆☆ (she’s at the academy to hide from her fame back in elibe right now, but she does appreciate it maybe a bit more than she lets on.) 

wealth ★☆☆☆☆ (she has her friends, and they have always helped her.) 

others’ opinions ★★★★☆ (she wants to be liked. she wants to be looked up to.)

#within sadness (ooc) #deep dive #i think this is a good resource for mark..... #scrimble #(headcanon)

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And the World Began Anew (Stanley and the Narrator Pt. 6)

WARNING: Slow burn/Cheesy, weird reality stuff, possession of Stanley (I swear it’s not like THAT it’s just weirdly fluffy), the Adventure Line being, pardon me, but a lovely little shit <3

There really wasn’t anything but grass, trees, and sky for miles. It was pretty, but the three were very tired after walking for a while. The Narrator, who was very out of it, was twitching again and Stanley looked white and sleepy. The Adventure Line whimpered and nudged the indigo robot, gesturing to Stanley.

“Oh goodness, Stanley, you look ghastly! Why didn’t you say anything?”

As the Narrator helped him over to a tree, Stanley said with a small chuckle, “You’re gonna laugh, Narry, but I honestly just spaced out.”

The Narrator huffed and handed the man a granola bar and some water, trying not to twitch too much .

“Here. Please take them and say if you need a break next time.”

“Okay, Narry. Thank you.”

Once Stanley took the items, the Narrator twitched a bit more with a groan. This was not lost on Stanley. He took a sip of water.

“Narry, why don’t you shake yourself out?”

The narrator grimaced.

“It’s complicated. I can take up any amount of space but it’s difficult to anchor myself with things out here. It would be overwhelming and not pleasant for all parties involved since they’re all so weird interconnected. That’s the only thing I miss about our building. It was spacious and constant and disconnected from life. Besides you of course, but humans are a weird exception.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They can connect and disconnect at will from anything. And their connections are not very strong at that. Oddly spacious…Don’t ask me how I know that.”

“I won’t.”

Stanley finished the granola bar before looking back over at the narrator, who was still twitching.

“However, I will ask, what if you anchored yourself to me?”

The omnipotent being laughed before twitching again.

“Quite frankly, I don’t know if you could handle it. Or if I could handle it.”

There was no punchline in either phrase, but he was ever curious. It would be embarrassingly intimate but it could also be intriguing and relaxing. The human could see right through him and grinned mischievously.

“If we don’t like it, we can stop. Just gotta say the word.”

The narrator twitched once more and shyly huffed.

“Alright. You know the drill for the first part, but just…be ready, I suppose.”

The metal of the robotic figure became lifeless as the Narrator drifted into Stanley. The human’s head began to buzz and the omnipotent began to pull away.

“Give it a minute,” Stanley whispered, feeling the buzz in his voice as well, “I’m okay.”

The narrator drifted in again, the buzz growing louder and more violent unlike something clicked and it slowly faded away. Stanley’s limbs felt lighter and he could see things. Strangely pretty things, like the Narrator flowing through his skin.

“You’re beautiful, Narry. Kinda like the ocean.”

The being turned a shade of pink and bubbled a little.

“Are you still okay, dear boy?”

“Mmmhmm. Do you feel better?”

“…yes.”

The Narrator settled into Stanley skin and the human giggled.

“That tickles.”

The being became pink, orange, and yellow simultaneously from Stanley’s perspective. It was certainly a sight to see and feel. In fact, Stanley could vaguely feel what the Narrator was feeling, alike to his own emotional range, but still different.

“Should kiss already,” Adventure line grumbled. Stanley yelped.

“That’s literally the weirdest thing happening right now, what the heeeeeell.”

“Idiot.”

“No, you.”

“No, you!”

The narrator rolled his eyes and pulled Stanley away from the adventure line from the inside. Stanley shivered.

“Scratch that, this was the weirdest part.”

The narrator cackled at that and snuggled further into Stanley as an apology. The human blushed at that. He was suddenly very sleepy and noticed that the sky was a little darker, so he closed his eyes.

He could still see Narry, bright yellow and pink. As pretty as his narrator was, it made it hard to sleep.

As if his thoughts could be (or likely were) read, the narrator turned into a soothe forest green and deep blue. Stanley smiled at that and hoped the narrator could feel the affection in his head.

The being did.

===

Stanley was lightly shaken and poked awake by the robotic version of the narrator and the adventure line. The orange sun had started to rise, and for once in a long time, the world began anew in natural fashion.

The three watched as the sun turned yellow and the sky grew lighter and bluer.

“I’ll never grow weary of the sun,” the Narrator sighed contently. Stanley nodded in agreement.

“Kissss” the adventure line whispered.

“JESUS CHRIST, I can still understand you???”

#the stanley parable ultra deluxe #the Stanley parable #stanarrator #stanley x narrator #narrator x stanley #tsp #tspud

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[Hymn of Serata on the Requiem Night] Chapter 2

Rustica: The view is splendid and the scenery is breathtaking; it’s a shame that there’s no liveliness from the people to be found.

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Location: Remote Central Village

Time: Morning

Akira: We’ve arrived…! That was quite the flight.

I fix my hair, which was disheveled from the wind, while surveying the surrounding area.

A serene hilly landscape stretches around. Beneath the boundless blue sky, houses can be seen scattering the spaces between the hills.

Faust: It was a longer trip than I anticipated, but this place sure has a pleasant atmosphere. Both the roads and the houses are beautifully maintained.

Akira: I agree…. Faust, thank you for accompanying me. Having you here is really reassuring.

Faust: It’s nothing. I didn’t expect Oz to mention me, but refusing would be more troublesome for me.

Moreover, if the anomaly possesses a cursed nature of sorts, it’s certainly within my expertise. It would be best to begin investigating while I’m in the mood for it.

Akira: Of course! Lennox, thanks for giving us a ride too!

Lennox: You’re welcome. We’ve gone quite the long distance, do you feel unwell at all?

Akira: Not at all, it was really comfortable. Lennox’s broom feels very stable.

Lennox: Haha, that’s good to hear.

Lennox, who’s carrying his large broom in hand, has also heard about the village investigation. Upon me asking Faust for help, he offered to accompany us.

Akira: And you too, Bradley. Thank you for coming along with us.

Yesterday, I was pretty surprised to hear that you would be joining us….

Bradley: Hmph. It’s all that damn miserable curseworker’s fault. He tricked me into this.

He did some sneaky shit with the twins. They were followin’ me around from dawn to dusk, bitchin’ at me about how I ‘ave to go help with a request.

Faust: I merely consulted with Snow and White for advice. It was a necessary precaution in the event that things may turn dangerous.

If we could have your support, it’d be a great help. But rest assured, I’m not trying to deceive anyone here, so there’s no reason for you to call me “miserable” like that. I’d like an apology.

Bradley: Whatever. The great Bradley-sama has already gone out of his way to tag along. If anything, it should be me yer apologizin’ to, so I don’t wanna hear it.

Faust: My role is to report back. The twins will be the one handling the decision-making.

Arthur: Kenja-sama!

Then, the wizards who went looking for water returned. Rutile offers a water bottle and pops open the lid for me.

Rutile: Here you go, there’s a well at the end of the clearing, so we brought back some water from there.

Akira: Thank you. Was the clearing empty as well?

Cain: Yeah. As expected, it seems that people are wary of the anomalies and decide to stay indoors.

Rustica: The view is splendid and the scenery is breathtaking; it’s a shame that there’s no liveliness from the people to be found.

I heard that the strange phenomena appears at night, but to be so afraid even during daytime like this… How unfortunate.

Riquet: Yes. We need to quickly offer our support and guide the hearts of those who are deeply distressed by this unsettling phenomenon.

Lennox: That’s right. We should talk to the residents first while it’s still bright outside. Bradley, let’s go.

Bradley: Why me? Hey, sensei; time for you to take the lead.

Faust: Oi, don’t pull! Hah, seriously….

Cain: Haha. Faust, your hair got a bit messed up there.

Riquet: Come on, no more stalling. Let’s go visit the home of the person who requested help.

If I recall, it was the one with a red roof… Ah, it’s that one over there.

Bradley: Ooh, look who’s full of energy. Don’t run, fall, ‘nd cry, alright?

Riquet: I won’t run, and I won’t fall either. Don’t treat me like a child.

Rutile: Even so, it sure is quiet, isn’t it? Even though they’re all staying indoors, it would’ve been nice to feel more of a human presence…

Akira: Surely, that report can’t be true, that everyone was dragged into the darkness afterwards…. That’s not possible, is it?

Arthur: No… It appears that there’s likely no need for us to be concerned about that. Look.

In the direction that Arthur’s finger points at, a thin stream of smoke can be seen rising towards the sky.

Akira: That’s a relief…! The villagers really seem to be staying indoors. Plus, I can smell a pleasant aroma as well.

Lennox: It looks like smoke from cooking. They appear to have the energy to eat, so we can be at ease for the moment.

Rustica: This aroma, is it stew? It’s Arthur-sama’s favorite, isn’t it?

Arthur: Yeah, what a strange coincidence. Last night, at the Wizard Manor, Oz-sama and Nero prepared stew.

Bradley: That eastern cook and Oz as a pair…?

Riquet: Oz is more like a taste-tester. I also helped out with the taste testing.

Rutile: Seems like you two discovered a new flavor while we were attending that wedding in the Southern Country the other day. [1]

Riquet: It’s a little salty, but when you spread it on bread and eat it, it’s really delicious! Soft and fluffy bread pairs wonderfully with it….

Faust: ……Are you guys that hungry?

It doesn’t seem like a situation where we’ll be offered a meal, but regardless, we should open this door first.

Riquet: You’re right…. Ahem. Well then, may I call out to the people inside?

Faust: …No, I’ll handle this.

Man's Voice: …..Who is it?

A few moments after knocking; a low, quizzical voice came through the door.

Akira: (…..His voice is trembling.)

Even though we cannot see the owner of the voice, we can feel his frightened presence.

Faust turns to the door, which is still closed, and calls out indifferently.

Faust: We are the Sage’s Wizards.

I believe you have sent a request to the Wizard Manor regarding the anomalies that have been occurring in the village. In response, we have come to investigate.

Man's Voice: Investigate…..

After a moment of contemplation, the door opens hesitantly.

A middle-aged man with brown hair appears. His family can be seen behind him, each of them wearing an expression of nervousness and anticipation in their eyes.

Brown Haired Man: You guys are the Sage’s Wizards….. In that case, how do you plan to deal with that….?

Faust: By “that”, do you mean what you mentioned in the request? The white thing that roams during midnight….

Bradley: “This” ‘nd “that”, just say it already. Yer talkin’ ‘bout the hands that creep ‘round in the middle of the night, aren’t ya.

Brown Haired Man: Eek! P-Please don’t talk about it so loudly!

Curly Haired Old Woman: That’s right…..! If you talk about it, it might come for you……!

Riquet: Doesn’t the anomaly only appear at night? It’s still not even noon right now.

Rustica: Please, do not be so afraid. We are here for that very purpose.

Brown Haired Man: E-Even if you say so… That scene is something I can’t simply forget. Every now and then, I feel like it’s slowly creeping up behind me….

Akira: (The mere mention of the topic is enough for them to act so scared… We’ll need to put their minds at rest, first.)

Please, rest assured. We’ll find out what’s going on and get to the bottom of this.

Cain: Yeah. It must’ve been frightening with so many unknown things going on, but from this point forward, we will conduct a thorough investigation.

Arthur: In order to keep this enchanting village a soothing place for everyone; we will put forth our utmost effort.

Convinced by the friendly and dependable wizards, the man’s tension slowly loosened. As proof of that, the door in front of us opens wider.

Brown Haired Man: ……It is we who should be thanking you. I’ve heard rumors that requests to resolve anomalies are pouring in from all around the world.

Even though I sent the request letter, there was no certainty that you all would come to this remote area. As I think about that, I feel so uneasy…

It seems that everyone was hiding inside their homes, observing us quietly. Before long, people begin to gather in small groups.

Curly Haired Old Woman: Oh, truly, the wise Sage’s Wizards have come! How fortunate we are…

Woman in an Apron: Are you also a wizard too? You look like such a remarkable individual, like a distinguished mercenary.

Lennox: Haha. It’s true that I'm better at fighting with my bare hands, but I'm a wizard too.

And, I’m a shepherd too. Look. [2]

Girl with Freckles: Wah, a small sheep! So cute…..!

Old Man with a Crooked Back: Oh dear, it’s really kind of you to come all the way to this remote village.

Girl with Freckles: Surely, it’s because Prince Arthur is so kind. He must’ve requested the wizards to come and rescue my home from this dire crisis.

Isn’t that right, Mother?

Girl's Mother: That’s right. Prince Arthur loves everyone in the Central Country.

Girl with Freckles: Oh, if only I could thank the Prince in person.

Cain and Riquet, who heard the villagers talking, whisper to Arthur in hushed tones.

Cain: Hear that, Prince Arthur?

Riquet: Somehow, it’s a bit frustrating, isn’t it? Arthur-sama is right here.

Arthur, beaming from hearing the whispers, gently bends down to meet the freckled girl's eyes.

Arthur: I will definitely let Prince Arthur know how thankful you are. I’m certain the Prince will be delighted.

Girl with Freckles: Ahh, I’m glad…! Please pass my thanks on, Wizard-san.

Boy wearing Shorts: Hey, hey; are you guys really real wizards? Show us some magic!

Rutile: Of course we are! « Ortonik • Setomaouge »

As Rutile’s gentle voice echoes and the wind blows, the colorful flowers form a circle around the children.

Rustica: We can also do this sort of thing. « Amoresuto • Viesse »

With a gentle poof, the flowers change into cute little birds and flit around the children.

Girl with Freckles: So cool, so cool! So this is real magic….!

Boy wearing Shorts: Hey, big bro, can you show us something too?

Bradley: Hah? Who do ya think yer messin’ with? Magic ain’t just for tricks. Don’t take a wizard lightly, lad.

Mustached Man: Haha. I’ll be able to brag to the neighbors that I met the Sage’s Wizards after this.

Akira: (What a relief….. The people in the village look much happier now compared to earlier.)

Faust: ……Even if it’s a remote village, it still harbors the spirit of the Central Country.

Lennox: Yes. It seems that what Faust-sama was worried about has been avoided for the time being.

Faust: Yeah. In remote areas, there are often strong prejudices against wizards.

Faust: Even so, the given situation is already riddled with uncertainties. There’s no telling what might happen…. But it seems I worried needlessly.

this is a cute call back to the recent june bride event!

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King Falls AM Episode Twenty-Two: Somewhere Under the Rainbow

King Falls AM Transcript

Episode 22: Somewhere Under the Rainbow 

Run time: 24:26

First Aired: Mar 15, 2016

Summary: The Rainbow Light’s continued presence has King Falls on edge and the action heats up at Lake Hatchenaw over what Herschel and Cecil reeled in two weeks ago.

(For a list of characters and references from this episode see the end of this post)

[King Falls AM theme plays]

Ben: And, of course, please use caution and common sense regarding the Rainbow Lights. 

Sammy: And, you know, with everything else in life. 

Ben: Right. Mayor Grisham is asking residents to not look directly into the lights and also to not harm and harass them in any way.

Sammy: Idiot! How do you harm and harass a light?

Ben: Sammy, I know you’re sore at the mayor but-

Sammy: Shouldn’t he be doing more than press releases about this? There have been rainbow lights hovering over the town for two straight weeks. Where’s the national guard, man?

Ben: I don’t know Sammy, I-

Sammy: Where’s his caution and common sense? We have lost people to these lights before. 

Ben: I know you’re frustrated, Sammy, but I think that’s what he’s, he’s getting at. I-

Sammy: No, no no no no no. The only thing Mayor Grisham is doing is posturing to look like he cares because the election is this year. It’s despicable.

Ben: Dude, I agree with you! You’re right. But don’t forget about the positives!

Sammy: Such as?

Ben: The bronys man!

Sammy: (exasperated) Oh come on…

Ben: What? You have to admit it’s pretty cool that hundreds if not more of these brony guys have made the pilgrimage here because of the rainbow lights.

Sammy: Oh yeah, it is simply thrilling. Almost as thrilling as the fact that I was nearly stampeded by a herd of their mustangs when I was coming out of Rose’s yesterday.

Ben: Maybe they thought you were with them.

Sammy: Maybe so, I don’t know. I give off more of a furry vibe.

Ben: Very true.

Sammy: You get it folks, so to right this train please be aware of your surroundings, try to travel in packs-

Ben: Strength in numbers, people.

Sammy: And use caution and common sense regarding the rainbow lights and whatever is projecting them.

Ben: Stay safe King Falls!

Sammy: Alright, we’re taking your calls ladies and gents. Are the constant bright rainbow lights disturbing your sleeping patterns?

Ben: Much like Sammy. 

Sammy: I’m tired man.

Ben: (laughing) I know, man! Have you or anyone you know gotten close to the lights or seen the UFOs up close and personal?

Sammy: We are here to listen to your issues and to offer help if we can. Give us a call, [phone].

Ben: And, as always, you can hit us up on your social media of choice at King Falls AM.

Sammy: Line three you’re on King Falls AM.

Caller: Hello, King Falls AM.

Sammy: Howard Ford Beauregard?

Beauregard: The third.

Ben: It’s an integral part of the name, Sammy, as you know Howard Ford Beauregard the first and Howard Ford Beauregard the second are probably still milling about in a dungeon or somewhere under town.

Beauregard: I’ll have you know-

Ben: Because they’re undying vampires!

Beauregard: Ha! More of your charming, paranoid wit. I suppose your five listeners enjoy your slander and degradation.

Ben: The lights must really be messing you up. Can coffins keep out bright as the sun rainbow lights from UFOs? Or-

Beauregard: Stevens, please alert your man and tell him I shan’t be addressing any of his inquires this evening or otherwise.

Ben: Your man? Ha! What century is this, Beauregard? Seriously, just tell me!

Sammy: Mr. Beauregard, may I ask why you’re gracing us with your presence via the telephone?

Ben: How did you pester people before the telephone, Howie? Telegram? By letter? 

Beauregard: The reason behind this call is simple. I’ve been made aware of rumors swirling about that, well… that the townspeople are talking about me. More so that I may possess something that may cause this outbreak of colors in the sky.

Ben: Uh, it’s a rainbow. You’d know that if you’d seen light in the last milenia.

Beauregard: I don’t understand why, but I know that a large number of the residents listen to this show of yours. And I wanted to assure yourselves, and the lowlies, that listen to this rubbish that the rumors are unfounded and untrue!

Sammy: We actually haven’t heard this rumor, Beauregard, so-

Ben: Oh I have! I just wasn’t going to waste airtime on this petrified bloodsucker and his idiot manservant. Nobody has a ray gun that can shoot rainbows and can turn off electronics.

Sammy: A ray gun that can turn off electronics?

Beauregard: Now see here! This is exactly how things get out of hand. Stop talking about this. Stop thinking about this. I can hear you thinking… I have nothing of the sort! 

Ben: Sammy we’ve had lots of tweets about a frequency beaming into ours and the listeners hearing it. Do you think this-

Sammy: What are you doing up there, Beauregard? Did you cause the 2015 electrolocaust with this thing?

Ben: (baffled) Oh man, is this true?!

Beauregard: (stammering) I uh, well you can’t, I don’t uh-

Sammy: Answer the damn question, Beauregard. Did you do something that knocked our entire town off the map?

Ben: Seriously, I had to get a whole new iphone, man! What’d you do, Howie?

Beauregard: I absolutely will not stand for this. I am not here to be persecuted and grilled about a transmorgrifier electrode-

Ben: You did this! This has you written all over it! But why?

Beauregard: Now see here.

Sammy: What’s a transmorgrifier?

Beauregard: I don’t know, how would I know? Nobody said anything about that.

Ben: Are you causing the rainbows and UFOs too? What the hell is going on up there in that manor of yours?

Beauregard: I will not tolerate this insolence! I will be calling my personal friends Mayor Grisham and Sheriff Gunderson, and they will not take kindly to how you are treating me! I came in peace, you degenerates!

Sammy: Are you saying they won’t appreciate you asking us questions about your involvement in all the weird stuff that happens in King Falls?

Ben: Not all, Sammy. Just some.

Sammy: Right.

Ben: What else are you doing up on your mountain?

Beauregard: Enough! I tried to use your media outlet, as primitive as it may be, to dispel a terrible rumor and all you’ve done is multiply the accusations. I will not stand for this. I will crush you. 

Ben: (laughing) Oh ho ho! 

Sammy: With your rainbow electrolocaust ray gun?

Beauregard: With all of my power and every fiber of my being! You fools should not doubt me!

Ben: Is this a threat? It sounds like a threat, right, Sammy? Will your personal friends-

Sammy: Mayor Grisham and Sheriff Gunderson.

Ben: Yeah, will they be cool with that? Do they know about your ray gun?

Beauregard: There is no ray gun! And these are no threats! 

Sammy: I’m not really buying either of those statements. 

Beauregard: There are only promises here, Stevens. Howard Ford Beauregard-

Sammy and Ben: The third!

Beauregard: Ugh, you fools! I am not a man to be taken lightly! I am not a man to be bullied. I am not a man-

Ben: But a vampire!

Beauregard: Mark my words… if you can refrain from your tomfoolery for one damn minute longer. 

Sammy: Uh yeah, timer’s on, you have our undivided attention.

Beauregard: This is not the last time you’ll hear from Howard Ford Beauregard the third. Being the gentleman that I am, this is my fair warning to let you know this is far from over.

[The phone hangs up]

Ben: It’s funny he wants to keep talking to us yet his idiot yard-boy Pete can’t wait to stop listening.

Sammy: It really is sending mixed messages. 

Ben: That was ten out of ten as crazy as it gets!

Sammy: I hope you’re right.

Ben: There’s no way we top that tonight, he is olympic gold medal winning levels of crazy.

Sammy: Okay, you aren’t wrong, but I’ve also learned to never count out anything in King Falls.

Ben: Huh, want to make this interesting?

Sammy: You wanna bet?

Ben: Just a, a friendly wager.

Sammy: I don’t know, I’m just not sure, I mean can you ever really count out any of this stuff?

Ben: Ten bucks man, call it! If you think something is going to top HFB3 tonight that’s easy money.

Sammy: For scientific purposes, I am in.

Ben: Ooooohh! Suckah! Rainbow lights, UFOs, electrolocaust? He’s literally the last person on the face of the earth I would trust with a potato gun! Much less a-

Sammy: A possible weird-ass weapon of mass destruction?

Ben: Correct. You will be funding my breakfast, sir.

Sammy: We’ll see. So moving on, another call?

Ben: Yeah. One more short one before the break. Line five, welcome to King-

Caller: Oh yeah? And I’m telling you to get the hell of my land if you don’t have a warrant!

Ben: Ron Begley?

Ron: This is my property, that lake is my property- And you can get the hell out of my face! 

Sammy: Hmm, still sure about that ten bucks?

[The sound of buzzing, talking, and sirens in the background]

Ron: Ah, stupid government… Hey guys, you there?

Sammy: Hey, Ron. You’re live with us, sir, what’s going on?

Ron: Hell if I know. There’s a sh-(beep) ton of unmarked cop cars pulling up and making a god awful racket. I was sleeping, and it was a sweet dream of John Stamos, until these donut eating sacks of dogsh-(beep) woke me up! Please tell me you guys know what the hell is goin’ on.

Ben: Uh, Ron, we haven't heard a thing all night. Especially out by you and Kingsie. 

Sammy: You said they’re unmarked, they’re not with the sheriff’s office?

Ron: Not that I can see. It would have been one, two, three… three, four, five of these x-filey f-(beep)-s now! And not one of em will even look at me. Just charging on past me to the lake and it’s like, it’s just me up here, you know! I don’t need the damn sirens squealing-

[The sound of sirens]

Ron: Here comes another f-(beep)-ing one! Come on!

Sammy: I’d put the ten dollars I’m about to win on Howard Ford Beauregard and his Dr. Evil rainbow lazer.

Ben: Not so fast with the money, Sammy, but I don’t think you’re wrong.

Ron: Hell no, look at that pinskirt! Agent Scully you are not, sister. 

Ben: Uh, I’ll call Troy for you Ron, hang tight.

Sammy: Wait a minute, do you think this has something to do with the body Herscell and Cecil found a couple weeks ago?

Ron: Don’t bother calling him, Ben. And the hell if I know, Sammy. These pigs just can’t come onto private property and start doing as they please. All they have to do is talk to me, damn it! I’m an American! I don’t have to put up with this crap.

Ben: You don’t want me to call Troy and find out what’s going on?

Ron: Nah, cause the goofy son of a b-(beep) just showed up! Troy! What’s going on here?

Troy: I came as soon as I heard, Ron. These guys are F. B. I..

Ron: I don’t give a flying f-(beep) if they are President Lyndon B. Johnson’s personal pants makers! Hey! Yeah, you! Don’t step on those- not only are they environmentally safe, but they are pleasing to the eye! Hey! I’m about to go have some words with the Mr. and Mrs. doing to foxtrot on my begonias. Talk to Troy.

Sammy: Bye, Ron. Be careful out there.

Ben: Begonias?

Ron: Glad they sent the b-team out here to deal with this sh-(beep).

Troy: Hey fellas.

Ben: Troy, what’s going on over there, man?

Troy: I only came up to alert Ron about the alphabet boys coming, but apparently these g-men and g-ladies beat me to it.

Sammy: It sounds like bedlam out there, Troy, what is going on up there, do you know?

Troy: My buddy, I’m not completely sure I could talk about that live on the air. 

Ron: (in the background) I don’t give a damn! Show me a warrant!

Sammy: Fair enough, Troy. It sounds like it’s pretty serious out there? Maybe you’d better go…

Troy: Oh yeah, I’d better go, if Ron keeps getting in these FBI guys faces he’s bound to get tased!

Sammy: Or worse I don’t know if Ron’s the type to take to guantanamo very well.

Ben: Give us a little hint before you go, man! Ron’s tough, he can take it!

Troy: Man, we’re live, right? You know I can’t talk about official police biz anymore on the radio.

Sammy: Ben, would you stop? It’s fine, Troy. Just please go make sure Ron stays out of trouble.

Ben: Damn it!

Troy: Ten-four, Sammy. And you fellas make sure to maybe, I don’t know, give Doctor Jeffery Rosenbloom a call ‘cause he can and should talk about… well, not official police biz.

Ben: Oooohh! Thanks Troy!

Sammy: You are a child.

Troy: Take her easy, guys. These constant rainbow lights are making me real uneasy.

[The phone hangs up]

Sammy: Stay safe Troy. You heard it here, folks, seems like there’s a bit of a commotion going on at Lake Hatchenaw, at Begley’s Bait and Tackle in particular. So if you happen to head that way at this ungodly hour, I don’t know why, then you may want to change your plans. 

Ben: I got Dr. Rosenbloom’s number, Sammy. Should we call him?

Sammy: This is the same Dr. Jeffery Rosenbloom that works at-

Ben: The King Falls coroner’s office. So… should we?

Sammy: I don’t know… he kinda creeps me out. No offense, doc.

Ben: Cause of the zombie thing?

Sammy: I wasn’t even talking about the zombies! I was just talking about him. If the zombie thing were true, which it obviously isn’t, I don’t-

Ben: It was. Troy confirmed it.

Sammy: Troy is…

Ben: Are you calling Troy a liar, Sammy?

Sammy: Not at all, I’m just saying Troy is excitable. Who knows what those two saw that night and-

Ben: I’m pretty sure he saw the reanimated corpse of a John Doe from the lake try to eat Dr. Rosenbloom.

Sammy: Allegedly. That’s all I’m saying, and I’m leaving it at that.

Ben: (laughing) Come on, man! Try to earn that ten spot! Rosenbloom is a fan of the show, I’m sure it’ll be fun!

Sammy: Exciting, even?

Ben: Let’s not get carried away, how about, uh, interesting. Troy dropped us a big fat clue, man! It’s a King Falls scavenger hunt!

Sammy: No.

Ben: After the break we’ll call him.

Sammy: We really shouldn’t bother him.

Ben: After the break!

[Patriotic music plays as the commercial break begins]

Commercial: Hi, I’m Stephan Grisham, resident and mayor of our great little mountain town King Falls. Under my watchful eye King Falls has prospered. Crime and unemployment rates have fallen, and streets are virtually clear of all the apparition gang wars that plagued our beautiful town in the past. Regardless of what certain detractors might have to say, there’s simply no better choice for our town if we want to keep it growing and flourishing. That’s obviously why I ran unopposed the last two elections. Vote Grisham 2016 for a better tomorrow today. I’m Mayor Stephan Grisham, and I approve this message.

[Patriotic music fades, King Falls AM rock music plays then fades out as the commercial break ends]

Sammy: Unopposed the last two elections?

Ben: Don’t get all riled up, Sammy.

Sammy: This is ridiculous! This man is the definition of sleezy, slimy, political rhetoric and very little action. How could anyone with a brain vote for that guy?

Ben: But tell us how you really feel.

Sammy: I can’t. I can’t deal with him right now. And you knew that ad was about to run, man! A little warning, please.

Ben: I will gladly tell you to catch a bathroom break next time we run the mayor’s-

Sammy: Propaganda.

Ben: Political ads, but yes, that too.

Sammy: (sighs) Moving forward-

Ben: (loudly) Dr. Rosenbloom!

Sammy: Come on, Ben, the phone lines are all lit up, let’s just take some calls.

Ben: Oh, one call man. You’re destroying my journalistic gumption with every word. Cronkite, Brokaw, Ben Arnold!

Sammy: Alright you, just call the guy. I know you’re not going to drop it.

[The sound of a phone dialing]

Ben: (cheering) Yessss!

Sammy: (sarcastically) Thanks, Troy.

Ben: Yeah, thanks Troy.

Rosenbloom: Good evening, King Falls coroner’s office.

Ben: Uh, Dr. Rosenbloom?

Rosenbloom: Is this Ben Arnold?

Ben: You bet it is! You are live on the air with Sammy and I.

Rosenbloom: (without emotion) Wowzers. How exciting. To what do I owe this pleasure?

Sammy: Dr. Rosenbloom, there is a commotion going tonight down at Lake Hatchenaw. Seemingly a police investigation? 

Ben: We were told that you might know what’s going on. Is that true?

Rosenbloom: I don’t know the first thing about a police investigation, gentlemen. However, I believe you may be referring to the FBI looking into the body of one Rich McGuff found in-

Ben: Wait, did you just say Rich McGuff has… died?

Rosenbloom: Not in so many words, but his body was found in a lifeless state by two elderly gentlemen out motor boating on Lake Hatchenaw just a few-

Sammy: Herschel and Cecil found Rich McGuff dead?

Ben: This is terrible news!

Rosenbloom: It is rather disturbing to say the least. 

Ben: Kingsie didn’t… uh… you know…

Sammy: He’ll get to it, Ben. Dr. Rosenbloom, uh, would you happen to have the official cause of death for Mr. McGuff?

Ben: Had to be foul play man! Nobody that could grow a mustache that lucious and shiny can have any sickness in him. Please, just please, Dr. Rosenbloom, tell me Kingsie didn’t have anything to do with this.

Rosenbloom: There was no evidence of Kingsie having had her way with the body.

Ben: That’s good news. Oh man, should you even be talking about this? Does Rich’s family know? This is breaking news we don’t wanna-

Rosenbloom: Rich McGuff had no known next of kin to be found, so while it’s definitely sad when one shuffles the mortal coil, at least there wasn’t family to find out about his murder.

Ben: I’m sorry, what?

Sammy: Dr. Rosenbloom, are you telling us that Rich McGuff was murdered? This wasn’t a drowning or…

Ben: This is crazy!

Sammy: A murder in King Falls.

Rosenbloom: Obviously it’s a very concerning matter. The strangulation is what did it in. The gunshots, the knife wounds, the bludgeoning were such overkill. Really uncouth in my professional opinion. Once Rich awakened, I tried to speak and see if he knew who had done such heinous and despicable act, however there was only a slight hissing but guttural sound emanating from the exposed chest cavity

Sammy: What?

Ben: Dr. Rosenbloom, are you saying that not only was Rich McGuff murdered, but he also turned into a zombie too?

Rosenbloom: We don’t like to use the ‘zed’ word in the office, but yes, the body of Rich McGuff did reanimate after some time and stimuli.

Ben: Sammy take your ten bucks man, you win!

Sammy: Am I understanding correctly that Rich McGuff turned into one of those…

Ben: Zombies!

Sammy: Reanimated corpses like the John Doe?

Rosenbloom: You are correct, Sammy. Mr. McGuff being the tenth such instance in the past year since the Hatchenaw Doe is a pretty exciting time to be alive, believe you me.

Ben: Or undead.

Rosenbloom: That as well. However there really is nothing behind the eyes after the initial passing. The lights are on, knock knock, but nobody is home. It is the ultimate metaphorical ding dong ditch.

Ben: Wait, you said tenth instance? What the f-(beep) is going on here?

Rosenbloom: Apart from the obvious, not much Ben. It’s not like I’m quietly amassing an army of undead to do my bidding or anything as crazy as that. Aha, ha, ha, hm.

Sammy: (slowly) Okay… I think that’s about as much as I can take tonight. Thanks for the information, doc. Folks, please keep Rich McGuff in your thoughts.

Ben: Or just go down to the coroner’s office and throw uncooked meat at him! He’s a zombie, man!

Rosenbloom: You two are a riot, trust me everything down here is more than under control. I mean, except that there is a murderer on the loose in King Falls. The undead are certainly properly contained and accounted for.

Ben: Oh my… This is the worst!

Sammy: Dr. Rosenbloom, please give us a call should… I- I don’t know, I’m at a loss for words here.

Rosenbloom: I hate to be the life of the party and run, gentlemen, but I hear a slight rustling coming from the cold chamber, and I haven't seen my assistant Zoe in a little bit. Hm. Haha, ha, ha.

Sammy: Unbelievable. Stay safe, Dr. Rosenbloom. We’ll be in touch soon.

Rosenbloom: Duces. And I’m out.

[The phone hangs up]

Sammy: Jack-in-the-Box-Jesus! Can we go to break, Ben? I don’t know what-

Ben: The hotline is lit up, Sammy.

Sammy: The hotline? Do you have an interview scheduled?

Ben: I don’t, man! Only a couple people have that number.

Sammy: F-(beep) it. It can’t be crazier than the last twenty minutes.

Ben: Wanna go double or nothing?

Sammy: God. No. Good evening, you’re live on King Falls AM.

[Dogs yipping in the background]

Caller: Finally! I’ve been dialing your slowpoke asses all night long!

Ben: Archie? For the tenth time, you know if this is an emergency you should call the Sheriff’s office. Or Troy.

Sammy: I think they even have a special number you can call. It starts with a 9 and ends with a-

Archie: I know all about that, you silly Sally. And don’t get snarky with me! I’m literally calling you fools with the biggest damn piece of news in your little radio show’s history.

Ben: What’s going on, Archie? Is it the werewolves? Princess VonBarktooth?

Archie: It ain’t the damn werewolves! Thank heavens. I think the rainbow lights kept their furry butts in their trailer yard thank god, probably doing furry trailer park things… I’m sure they’ll stop now since the rainbow lights are gone.

Sammy: I’m sorry, did you say the rainbow lights are gone?

Archie: You bet your buttered up ass they are! I mean it just happened so maybe-

Sammy: Ben, you wanna check this out? Archie, thanks so much for breaking this news, this is a big deal!

Archie: Well, you’re welcome and such, but that ain’t the story you’re gonna be on your hands and knees thanking me for.

Sammy: There’s more?

Archie: Oh you bet your custom tailored britches there is! You see, oh my! They’re gonna to be sending the King Falls Gazette to take pictures soon! Oh I just know it! I need to get gussied up and fix my hair and put the Princess’s tiara on. So much to do, so little time I-

Sammy: Not if you don’t tell us, Archie.

Ben: They’re gone, Sammy! I can’t believe it, after two weeks the UFO’s lights just up and leave without- anything?

Sammy: Oh man, the bronys are going to be so disappointed.

Archie: May I speak now? I mean I don’t wanna interrupt your damn rainbow lightbrights commercial.

Sammy: Sorry, Archie. Ben, Archie was just saying that he has more news, it wasn’t just the lights leaving.

Ben: Is it good or bad news?

Archie: If you closed your damn trap I’d tell you. 

Ben: Trap closed!

Archie: Well, I’d been soaking in my bathtub for just the longest damn time. Rufus and I were watching youtube videos, trying to lock down that stanky leg dance. Have y'all ever heard of that?

Sammy: Stanky leg?

Ben: I don’t know, keep going, Archie.

Archie: Well, long story short I mighta stanked it up a little too much and I pulled a hammy so I was taking a hot bath when I hear the loudest damn banging outside. I thought it mighta been the wolves, or even worse, the puppy babies come back, so I limped out as quick as I could, and at my door was the craziest thing I ever saw!

Sammy: Which was?

Archie: A fully nude man! Just dangling and banging on my front door and asking me for help, and I mean not a stitch of clothing on him.

Sammy: I have to believe that isn’t the craziest thing you’ve laid eyes on.

Archie: Well in this instance yes, trust me.

Ben: Archie, you didn’t sign up for Billy Sherwood’s naked yoga, did you?

Archie: That’s none of your damn business, Ben! But I might have. Anyway, this was a man that needed some help. More-so, I think it was a man you boys might want to talk to.

Sammy: Um… okay, and who would that be?

Archie: You boys better appreciate this! Cause I could’ve called Channel 13 or any other news outlet in town-

Ben: Channel 13 isn’t a news outlet, man. The main eleven o'clock news story was about the slushy machine getting retired at Nick’s Exit 13 Oasis. But we do thank you for calling us first, Archie.

Archie: Y’all just remember who loves you b-(beep).

Other Caller: Are these the men that can help?

Archie: Here, darling, take the phone. These boys will get you sorted out.

Tim: Hello? This is Tim, uh, Tim Jenson. Do I know you? Can you help me? I- I’m trying to find my way home, but… I just can’t remember where home is.

[An eerie tone transitions into the King Falls outro music and credits begin.]

References:

Brony: a male My Little Pony fan

Furry: I’m not explaining that one…

John Stamos: an American actor

X-files: science fiction television show

Agent Scully: X-files character

President Lyndon B. Johnson: a US president

Foxtrot: a type of dance

Begonias: a type of pink flower

Alphabet Boys: people who work for the government

Guantanamo: a US military prison in Cuba

Cronkite: an American journalist

Brokaw: an American journalist

Characters:

Ben Arnold, Sammy Stevens, Howard Ford Beauregard III, Ron Begley, Troy, Dr. Jeffery Rosenbloom, Stephan Grisham, Jeffery Rosenbloom, Archie

#king falls am #king falls podcast #king falls am podcast #king falls transcript #king falls am transcript #kfam #kfam podcast #kfam podcast transcript

[madametrashbin]

Gentle Dusk

Side stories!... In which this will be how I spend my time with the series while I wait for the Main Story to be updated after I finish Veil of Starlight. :D

These are just... moments with the characters, maybe an insight for you guys to just understand what they’re like in this particular storyline because, y’know, dead characters aren’t necessarily dead here (and I refuse to accept Mihoyo made these beautiful characters to die... like, why are they so pretty?! Explain yourselves, Mihoyo!!)

Today’s spotlight character is...! Uhh... Actually, I’ll just let you guys read it and see. 

(I wanted to post this Wednesday but Wifi went out and my phone is kind of ass when it comes to writing on Tumblr, so I had to delay it... unfortunately. I’ll get my brain back to work on Veil of Starlight now.)

Today’s a good day.

Crepus immediately thinks as the weather was at the perfect temperature, probably because a certain Exalted figure was coming today. He’s rather ecstatic to spend some time with them today, a chance to get to know his savior in person... he won’t say it to many people, but he wasn’t a fan of how possessive the Archons were.

He could tell a lot of the other worshippers weren’t as happy about it either, thinking the manner of how the Archons treated their statuses over the rest of them was unfair. 

The Creator treated all equally, so why do they believe they hold the right to keep the Creator’s attention on them more than anyone else?

“Father.”

Crepus turns away from the sky, looking back to his son who stood at the stairway from where he was,

“Their Grace has arrived. It’s best you get there quickly before Barbatos drags them away again.”

“Alright. Thank you, Diluc.”

His son, ever so quiet compared to his brother, only nods in response before Crepus heads off... although he does ruffle the young man’s hair quickly and jogs away to the gate before the young man could react.

As he made his way closer to the gate, the tingling feeling within him that bursts like those fireworks from Inazuma grew more prominent, setting his body ablaze with a warmth that gave him a sense of enlightenment. The Creator’s blessings are within everyone, but very rarely do individuals ever hold enough to feel that connection more prominently.

Crepus felt blessed to be one of those rare individuals himself.

“Your Grace.”

He finally spotted them at the entrance of the city, the familiar white silk outfit that was wrapped around their perfect form... The unmistakable light of stardust that shimmers from behind them as they stood at the gate with a relatively relaxed expression.

Seeing their bright eyes of stars look towards him, he feels his breath taken away yet again... truly, to have them look at him no matter how many times it happens, it still makes him lose his composure and find himself rendered speechless with awe and adoration.

“Crepus.”

“Ah, my apologies... I cannot get used to how beautiful you are, Your Grace.”

He finds himself back to reality at the call of his name, and nearly forgets to respond when he sees them looking at him still. He couldn’t really help himself though! How could he, when an existence so wonderful has arrived and graced the world with their presence?

“O-Oh... Is that so?”

Crepus is graced with the twinge of red from their cheeks, the infamous shy nature their Exalted God held was shown as he finds himself entranced yet again. How very humble his divine savior was...

He couldn’t help but be endeared by the sight, as he gently took their hand (making sure to ask permission first, unlike the Archons who just forcefully dragged them around without ever being considerate of what they wanted) and soon led them around Mondstadt.

Crepus is a gentleman as he is an honest man.

Finally getting the chance to know him better without any of the Archons forcefully butting into everything like usual for your attention, you find yourself understanding just how Crepus easily influenced the people around him, and the respect held by many people who knew him (when he was dead in the storyline you knew).

While he still isn’t a part of the Knights of Favonius in this world, he still lent a hand to the city when they needed him... never once did treat his status as one of the rare blessed people as leverage over the others.

You can see why Diluc had been so eager to make his father proud, and why Kaeya had struggled to decide his allegiance between his homeland of birth and the land that took him in... you would’ve been the same if you were in their shoes.

(Even so, you still cannot understand how someone wonderful like him consider you as beautiful to the point of rendering him speechless. As far as you were certain, you just looked like some ordinary civilian... if you ignored the unnatural light you were constantly emitting with no end in sight, that is.)

“Is there anything you want, Your Grace?”

Out of all the other wealthier people, Crepus is surprisingly tamed when it comes to spending his money... unlike Childe or Ningguang who would pull out their wallets at the second you look at something for a second too long, Crepus only buys something when you actually do want something.

Which, if you had to be honest, makes you relax around him a lot more easily compared to the rest... and his devotion for you is generally more relaxing. He isn’t pressuring you to do anything, so you find yourself truly enjoying his company without being too exhausted. 

(It’s not that you don’t like everyone else... it’s just a bit too much sometimes when they’re all pushing you behind their looks and words that are kind of demanding you to do something even when you just wanted to sit and relax.)

“I’m... feeling a little hungry.”

“Is that so? Then let us find a place to eat. Any place in particular that you wish to go to, Your Grace?”

Okay, yeah. Being with Crepus is a lot less stressful than most others. You’d say he ranks the same as Thoma, with the amount of patience and consideration of what you want.

He’s a new favorite, not that you’d say it out loud to anyone... you’re kind of worried about that, having witnessed some less-than-pleasant moments between your “worshippers” before and saw the disasters that unfolded in front of you.

You don’t want Crepus to deal with those messes, let alone get caught up in them now that you got to know him better than what little you knew of him.

Now then... here’s to hoping that the others who are not dead are like him...

#self aware genshin #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #*nervously sweating* #crepus x reader #look #I just like to think Crepus could be a big simp #y'know #for god!darling #who is pretty much his hero #I wasn't sure how to go about this to be honest #but I had to kind of get a feel of all the characters that are technically dead in main #or at least #build a basis of something #for their personalities at least #I honestly am never satisfied how I end things #alksdhalkwhdal #I'll just send myself into a coma now #havefunreadingthis

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

Masterlist

“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

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Hello :) Here's another prompt if you're still taking them? WWX & LWJ met as children and declared that they would marry upon their first meeting. Their guardians just thought that it was cute, and that they will forget about it over time. (They don't)

(SOFT. SO SOFT. AU without SSC and GC transfer)

They first meet when Cansge Sanren and Wei Changze are still alive. The wandering cultivators find themselves in Caiyi town and Lan Qiren is reluctantly dragged from his duties to have lunch with a cheerful Cangse Sanren.

He brings little a-Zhan along.

His nephew has just recovered from a fever and is feeling a little clingy. Lan Qiren will never admit it, but something is in his chest softens when his little nephew clings to him with a pout, refusing to let go.

Cangse Sanren's son is exactly when Lan Qiren expected him to be; excitable, curious, restless, and frustratingly intelligent. Bright silver eyes track everything, fascinated and eager to know more.

Lan Qiren reluctantly nudges a-Zhan forward at Cangse Sanren's pointed stare. She's a protective mother and if he so much as implies her son is unworthy of making acquaintance with his nephew, she will cheerfully gut him.

a-Zhan is reluctant at first. He has never been the most social child, rarely interacting with anyone but his immediate family.

But Wei Ying, also a bit shy and reluctant, peeks from behind his father's robes and smiles.

Lan Qiren has to admit it is a pretty sight. The child is plump and healthy with bright eyes and a wide, sincere smile.

a-Zhan is enamored at first sight.

Lan Qiren is astonished when a-Zhan steps forward and grabs Wei Ying's hand, pulling him from behind Wei Changze and towards Lan Qiren.

Wei Ying comes willingly, curious and entertained by the unusual situation. Lan Qiren doesn't doubt he has had even fewer interactions with children his age than a-Zhan, being the son of traveling cultivators.

"Shufu," He pulls Wei Ying's arm up as though presenting him to Lan Qiren, "a-Ying."

"Indeed," He says, secretly amused but refusing to show it, "I am Lan Qiren, Wei Ying."

Apparently, the child doesn't lack manners because he attempts to bow even with his hand still firmly held in a-Zhan's grasp.

Lan Qiren is somewhat charmed.

He is less charmed when their lunch comes to an end and a-Zhan reaches for a-Ying's hand once again, refusing to let go.

"a-Zhan, it's time to go home. Don't you want to see a-Huan?"

"Show a-Ying to a-Huan." a-Zhan insists, "a-Huan sees too!"

"a-Huan can meet a-Ying later." Lan Qiren says patiently but he feels his eyebrow twitch at a-Zhan's stubborn pout, "a-Ying is staying in Caiyi for a few weeks, a-Zhan, I'm sure we can bring a-Huan next time."

"a-Huan see pretty now."

Lan Qiren winces when Cangse Sanren muffles a laugh in her husband's shoulder and the man looks at the sky, amused but too dignified to react.

a-Ying tugs at his hand, trying to free it only to pout when he can't escape.

The scene is too adorable for Lan Qiren's poor heart. He sighs.

"Alright, let's show a-Huan the 'pretty'."

---

The little wandering cultivator family stays in Caiyi for three weeks to rest, replenish their supplies, and give their child some time to play with others.

a-Huan, of course, is just as enamored by a-Ying as his little brother. Lan Qiren is getting accustomed to the sight of a little white-clad Wei child lead around Cloud Recesses by one nephew in the morning and another in the evening.

a-Huan is at least gracious enough to let Wei Ying walk on his own. a-Zhan is stubborn. If he's in a-Ying's company, he's holding the child's hand.

Wei Ying is a free spirit and being dragged around annoys the child at first. He tugs and pouts but eventually starts reaching for a-Zhan's hand on his own accord.

There's not a single person in Cloud Recesses that doesn't adore the sight.

---

"a-Zhan," Lan Qiren sighs, "a-Ying must leave with his parents. He belongs to them."

a-Zhan is red-faced and angry, his eyes wet with frustrated tears, "a-Ying stay. a-Ying stay, stay, stay!"

Oh goodness, a tantrum.

It is, unfortunately, a drama with three actors.

a-Huan is weeping with a tragic appearance of a love-scorned maiden; eyes wide and imploring, lips trembling, and face wet with silent tears.

a-Ying is burying sobs into his father's shoulder, his little body trembling with acute distress. "a-Ying not leave," He wails, "a-Ying wants stay with a-Zhan!"

"a-Ying," Wei Changze is compassionate instead of amused, his expression soft with sympathy. He rubs his son's back in gentle motions, rocking the child soothingly, "Baba promises we'll return. We'll be back before you even have a chance to miss your friends."

"Aiya! What a mess," Cangse Sanren says, amused, "a-Ying, do you want to leave us and stay with a-Zhan? We must go so you need to choose."

"Xingan," Wei Changze chides as Wei Ying looks up with wide eyes and shakes his head, looking heartbreakingly distressed, "Be gentle with our child."

Lan Qiren huffs in disapproval, glaring at her as she smiles sheepishly and presses a kiss to Wei Ying's head, "Aiya, baobao, you'll break your mother's heart. It's alright, little treasure," She plucks him from Wei Changze's arms, her face incandescent with love, "We'll bring you to your a-Zhan every two months, I promise! We would never keep you from your friends!"

Perhaps she knows something about raising children, after all. The definite timeline goes a long way to soothe all three children.

There are still many tears at their parting. a-Zhan and a-Huan sulk for days. Sometimes Lan Qiren catches a-Zhan looking at his hand with a forlorn expression.

"a-Zhan," He sighs one day, when his nephew spends an entire evening pouting and staring at his hand, "He'll be back soon."

a-Zhan doesn't say anything, just nodding gently and tucking his hand away.

The expression on his face melts Lan Qiren's heart, "I'll convince Cangse Sanren to stay a bit longer." He thinks about asking her to just let the child attend Cloud Recesses for his education. He's very bright, possessing a native intelligence that must be nurtured.

"Mn."

"Missing a friend is natural," He says softly, "But you must understand that everyone has their own life and obligations. a-Ying belongs to his parents. He must live with them."

"Mn. Will marry a-Ying so he belongs to me."

Lan Qiren chokes on his tea, "What...?"

"a-Ying promised he'll be my wife," a-Zhan nods solemnly, like he isn't nudging his uncle towards qi deviation, "a-Huan saw."

Lan Qiren turns to his older nephew, who nods with a cheerful smile, "They bowed to me and each other. I told them bowing to ancestors can wait until they're older!"

... what?

---

Tragedy strikes and Lan Qiren sees his nephew's heart break. Once. Twice. Three times.

Wei Changze and Cangse Sanren are killed. a-Ying is nowhere to be found.

Madam Lan perishes, and his little nephew deals with the weight of grief again, silent and solemn at her doorstep.

His brother retreats entirely and his nephews are left without a father.

They don't see Wei Ying again for well over a decade.

---

Wei Wuxian arrives at Cloud Recesses like an unstoppable storm.

Lan Qiren takes one look at him, sees the jaded edge in his eyes, watches his appeasing smile, and feels nothing but wrath.

This isn't the boy he remembers, raised under the boundless love of his parents. This one has faced injustice and doesn't trust the world.

The first time the boy challenges him in class, silver eyes sharp and assessing, he throws a book at him and assigns punishment with Wangji.

Let his nephew handle his cherished friend. He needs to look at the situation at the Lotus Pier.

He keeps assigning him lines, even for offenses that warrant the cane. Wei Ying doesn't remember much of his childhood but it is clear that the connection is still there.

The three children fall into their old friendship quickly. Xichen being amused and indulgent. Wei Ying being annoying and lively. Wangji never letting go.

Lan Qiren investigates.

What he finds doesn't please him.

He pens a scathing letter.

'She entrusted you with her treasure. You've made a hash of it. What do you mean by sending that child here in such a state? Did you think I would ignore it? Will you tell me the scars on his back are warranted?

Your audacity appalls me. You swore on your honor that you would raise him as your own son. I offered to take him in when you found him but you swore he was happy with you and his martial siblings.

My nephews love him. Your son only berates him.

You have deceived me.

I swear on my honor that I will find a way to wrest him from your sect, Fengmian.

You do not deserve him.'

---

Wei Ying is a naturally good-humored child. It takes just a month of being in Wangji and Xichen's company to soften all of his edges. His mischief no longer has a jaded edge to it.

He's still far too unruly for Lan Qiren's liking but he supposes that is a symptom of his youth.

"Jiang Yanli is betrothed," Xichen says as he serves them tea. He has a solemn expression but his eyes are sharp. He's almost as fond of Wei Ying as Wangji, after all, "I see no reason why Wangji and a-Xian can't be too."

Lan Qiren stills, staring at his nephew, "Betrothal." He repeats flatly.

Xichen dares to shrug, discarding his habitual poise in his anger, "Wangji has never loved another. It's unlikely he ever will." He looks up to meet Lan Qiren's gaze, "We wouldn't be able to separate them now, Shufu, not after Wangji saw-" He grimaces.

Lan Qiren looks away with a scowl, combing his beard furiously. His youngest nephew had discovered Wei Ying's scars, after all.

"We have letters from Wei Changze," Lan Qiren says, "Discussing a-Ying and a-Zhan's formal marriage arrangements." It had all been in jest, of course. When they found out the children had 'wed' with Xichen as a witness, their amusement had known no bounds.

Lan Qiren had quite enjoyed carrying out mock betrothal negotiations.

He clears his throat, "Very well."

---

Wangji and Wei Ying are officially betrothed before the lectures at Cloud Recesses come to an end.

Yu-furen's wrath knows no bounds. Soon enough, Jiang Fengmian sends Wei Ying back to Cloud Recesses with a letter full of excuses.

Wangji takes one look at his beloved's ashen expression and turns to Lan Qiren, "No more."

Lan Qiren nods.

It is difficult to negotiate but they pull it off. It helps that Wei Changze's letters speak of the marriage as an inevitable fact rather than a joke between parents.

The Jiangs lose their Head Disciple by the time the boy is seventeen. Lan Qiren arranges their marriage by the time they're twenty.

Wei Ying never leaves Wangji's side again.

#short prompts #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan qiren #wei changze #cangse sanren #anti jiang sect

[emeren]

speed racer pt.2 - eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader

word count: 4.3 k 

content warnings: 18+, smut, car sex, possessiveness, choking, dangerous driving idk LMAO

notes: it’s my birthday today! my gift to you all is speed racer pt. 2!!!! pt. 1 is not necessary to enjoy this oneshot, but may help with some context. here is that! 

SUMMARY: eren takes the reader for a drive where he decides to clear some things up about their relationship in his own special way. 

“it’ll be quick; i promise,” eren’s voice brought you from your daydream, head shifting against the cold window to look at him in the driver’s seat. his hair was up, brows furrowed in guilt as he waited for your response. 

you let out a dramatic sigh, reaching to unbuckle your seatbelt. “fine, but i’m not going to wait in the car.” 

“once it’s over i’ll buy you some food,” he rationed, unbuckling his seatbelt the same. you eyed him suspiciously, waiting for the inevitable sexual innuendo to leave his lips. “n’then i’ll take you back to mine and fuck you, just like you want.”

your unspoken agreement with eren had become routine at this point. after your mutually discovered attraction a couple weeks prior, the two of you had spent many a night in his bed, unashamedly basking in your sexual tension. 

the concept of sex buddies hadn’t been one you’d previously dived into, and you would’ve been lying if you’d said you didn’t want to be exclusive. it only made matters worse that eren insisted on doing everything with you at this point, including dragging you to his board meetings for his sponsorship. he was a pain in the ass, but he was a pain in the ass that treated you like his girlfriend. 

you wanted to make it official, but were too scared of embarrassing yourself, so you resorted to enjoying things the way they were. frienemies with benefits, as eren would say. 

“c’mon, don’t be so vulgar,” you responded, slipping out of the car as eren snickered to himself quietly. you hated the fact that his comments made your face heat up. you were beginning to act like a schoolgirl around him, infatuated by your little crush. 

“you know you love it,” eren smirked over the top of the car as he joined you, locking the vehicle. it was dark outside, the stadium brightly illuminated against the navy sky. “what was it you said again? ‘i want this just as much as you do’?”

you scowled, giving his arm a hard shove. he would not let you forget the things you’d said in the heat of the moment. “oh, fuck off.” you snipped. 

eren laughed again, jokingly rubbing his arm as the two of you walked up to the stadium. it was around eight, the building being nearly vacant save for the members of eren’s sponsorship board inside. 

“what’s the meeting about?” you asked as he held the door open for you, a gush of air conditioning making you shudder. 

“if i’m being honest, i don’t know,” eren replied, his eyes settling past you. as you turned your head, you saw a group of exhausted looking men in worn grey suits talking quietly amongst themselves. they stopped whispering at the sound of the door opening; a short, balding man making his way over. 

“mr. jaeger, thank you for coming on such short notice,” his voice was thick as he spoke, obviously a smoker. eren reached out to shake his hand, the man’s beady eyes settling on your face as he did so. “i’m sorry, but we won’t be allowing any unauthorized people in this meeting.” 

startled, you looked to eren, whose face did all but curse at the short man. “do you mind waiting out here?” 

“oh, yeah, no biggie,” you smiled reassuringly. he shot you a look of gratitude, mouthing the words “i’m sorry” as he walked off with the group. it was funny to watch him go; surrounded by serious men in suits while he wore jeans, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sneakers. not to mention he was about a foot taller than the rest of them. 

a sigh escaped your lips as they disappeared around the corner. the building was ominous when you were alone; large and vacant, normally filled with people excitedly bustling to watch a race. without the energy, it was downright creepy. 

you decided to stand against the wall while you waited, anxiously toying with the hem of your skirt and counting the number of fluorescent bulbs that flickered in the ceiling. 

the distant rumble of talking suddenly hit your ears, head snapping in the direction of the sound. it was getting louder, obviously two people approaching. you readied yourself to launch into an explanation as to why you were sitting alone in the stadium, after hours, only to be pleasantly surprised at who rounded the corner. 

“yo, what’re you doing here?” connie cried out in excitement, a smile splitting across his face. he was with jean, the two of them spattered with engine oil and dirt. 

you grinned back, pushing yourself off the wall to meet them halfway. “eren had a sponsorship meeting and dragged me along. what about you guys?” 

jean smirked at your response, sharing a look with connie that went unnoticed by you. “well, connie accidentally told the boss that we don’t know jack-shit about car mechanics, so now we have to go to a stupid workshop five days a week.” 

“hey, it’s not my fault he was eavesdropping on our conversation with armin,” connie retorted, coming to stand beside you. you smiled at your friends, happy they were there. “we’ll wait with you, if you want?” he proposed. 

“that’d be great,” you sighed. “eren said they’re usually only like thirty minutes long, so we won’t be here all night.” 

“about that,” jean started, uncomfortably bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his neck. you frowned, wondering where he was going with this. “are you and him, like, y’know...” 

you paused for a moment, deciding to play dumb. “huh?” 

“are you and jaeger-meister dating?” connie interjected, wiggling his brows. despite knowing that this is where the conversation was going, you couldn’t help the wave of embarrassment that washed over you. you shifted uncomfortably in place, looking between your friends. 

“i don’t know,” you answered honestly. “i can’t tell if he likes me or not. god, this is so high school.” you muttered. 

jean gave you an apologetic smile, opening his mouth to speak before connie decided to give his own advice. “huh? why wouldn’t he like you? you’re a hot piece of ass!” 

a laugh escaped your mouth at his idiocy, jean dishing him a scowl. “don’t listen to him. personally, i can’t see why you’d want to date that little shit.” 

“yeah, it’s pretty embarrassing,” you replied demurely. 

“well, if you like him that much, i say go for it,” connie shrugged. you eyed him warily, waiting for the ‘but’. the three of you stood in silence for a moment longer, considering what to say next. 

“do you want my help?” jean asked apprehensively. he looked put-off by something, but you couldn’t tell exactly what. connie gave him an incredulous look. 

“sure, i guess,” you responded. in some ways, you felt bad for jean. your friendship had been built off of a mutual distaste of eren, and now that you two were sleeping together, the playful mockery with jean had died down. he motioned his head back towards the wall, indicating that you and connie should follow. 

“alright, here’s my plan,” he whispered dramatically. connie nodded his head, the two of you leaning in as if it were some grand escapade. “eren is a dumbass. in fact, i think he still has the brain of an ape.” 

you rolled your eyes, suppressing a laugh as connie nodded once again in agreement. “get to the point, he’ll be out here any minute now.” 

“alright, alright!” jean held his hands up defensively. “i genuinely don’t think he’s capable of intelligent thought. that being said, i believe the right way to gage his feelings are to activate his instincts.” 

“dude, how long have you been planning this?” connie snorted. you couldn’t help but smile at just how funny the two of them were. 

 “never mind that,” jean shooed him back in annoyance. you raised your brow impatiently. “we need to make him jealous. if my assumptions are correct, it’ll piss him off and then you can tell him that he’s the only one you’re interested in.” 

you pulled back from the huddle, unsure about his grand plan. “i dunno, jean. this sounds kinda stupid, if i’m being honest.” 

“oh, c’mon,” jean begged, a devious smile on his features. “this’ll be our last chance to taunt him together.” 

connie grinned as you contemplated it. “i think this is a great plan!” 

you groaned, the small side of you that liked to make fun of eren starting to grow once again. “okay, fine. how’re we gonna do this?” 

“leave that to me,” jean smirked. as if on cue, you could hear the bustle of the sponsorship men coming down the hallway. your tall friend was quick to step behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and placing his chin on your shoulder, effectively pulling you to his chest. “follow my lead.” he whispered into your ear. 

you couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks at the action. jean was respectfully keeping a distance between your ass and his groin, but he was close enough that it wasn’t very obvious. 

connie started to babble about a new korean barbecue restaurant that he and sasha were planning on going to, you rocking in jean’s arms to make the sight believable. 

your heartbeat was drumming in your chest as eren rounded the corner, his professional smile plastered on his angular face. he was in the middle of talking with the balding man from earlier, eyes fixed on him. jean gave your waist a squeeze in reassurance. 

eren’s gaze peeled from the short man, teal eyes landing on you and jean all cozy. it was as if a flip was switched; the professional smile he’d been wearing slid off his features with ease, face hardening. 

you held his angry stare for a moment before turning to connie, laughing at whatever had been said, the feeling of jean’s breath against the shell of your ear as he let out a light chuckle. “it’s working.” 

you heaved out a deep breath, focusing on connie instead of eren. you could feel his eyes practically burning holes in your head, shifting your neck so that yours fell back on jean’s opposite shoulder. 

“alright, that should be it for tonight,” you heard one of the men say, glancing back over to them. you didn’t look for long though, quickly noticing that eren’s stare was intently focused on you and jean. 

the men shuffled past the three of you, leaving the building. “hey, jaeger. we ran into y/n as we were leaving.” jean hummed against your shoulder. 

you looked back at eren, who was standing in front of you with his eyebrows furrowed. jean must’ve been right, judging by eren’s face. 

“we’re leaving.” eren deadpanned, taking a step forward. he wasn’t looking at jean, rather staring directly at you. you could feel a slight amount of guilt creep up your spine, jean sighing exceptionally loud as he pulled away from you.

“do you guys wanna come to the korean barbecue place with us? it’s gonna be real good,” connie asked innocently. eren didn’t look away from you, his jaw clenching. 

“no. we’ve got other plans.” he said seriously, reaching forward to grab your hand and tug you the opposite way from the doors. 

“woah, eren, you’re going the wrong way,” you huffed in confusion, trying not to trip as he yanked you away from your friends. he continued forward, not looking back. 

“uh, bye i guess?” jean yelled. you looked over your shoulder to see the two of them giving you a thumbs up. you dished them an appreciative smile as you rounded the corner. 

“eren, where are we going?” 

eren stayed silent for a moment, not letting go of your wrist. “for a drive.” 

“huh? but your car is in the lot out front?” you mumbled, absolutely dumbfounded. the tall man didn’t respond, large hand still wrapped around your wrist. 

it wasn’t until you came to a familiar large door, eren giving it an unnecessarily hard shove. the lights flicked on, revealing ten shiny race cars, all perfectly lined up. 

eren let go of your wrist, making his way over to his own car. it was a sleek black with white checker decals, much like the rest of the vehicles in the garage. you’d seen it before, as it was quite literally one of eren’s most prized possessions. 

you stood in the doorway, eyeing him warily. “your race car? you never take it out on regular roads.”

eren’s jaw clenched as he unlocked the car, pieces of hair falling in his face. he looked upset, muscular arm propped on the roof and brows laced with annoyance. 

he walked around to the other side, opening the passenger door for you. it was strange, seeing him dressed in his regular clothes next to his race car. something about the nonchalance was attractive, teal eyes looking at you expectantly. “c’mon. be a good girl and get in the car.” 

at his choice of words you swallowed, inwardly cursing jean for his plan. you knew you were in for it, judging by the fact that eren only referred to you as good girl when he had his most sinful plans in mind. maybe you should’ve just talked to eren about making things official rather than making him jealous, you thought. too late now. 

“okay,” you sighed, resolutely deciding to accept whatever fate it was that jean had painted for you. you crossed your arms, slowly approaching eren. you stopped right as you were about to slip into the car, looking up at him through your lashes. he stared down at you, eyes serious. 

you slipped into the dark interior of the car without further discussion, the cold leather making you shiver as eren shut the door. you observed him through the windshield as he pressed a button to open the garage before getting in the car himself. 

the smell of his cologne filled the car, your teeth nervously nibbling at the skin on the inside of your lip as he turned the vehicle on. you’d never been inside the car before, only seeing it on the track and in the garage when you came to pester your friends before a race. 

it rode impossibly smooth, eren bringing his hand to the back of your seat as he backed out of the garage. you tried not to stare at the way his arm flexed, jawline enhanced as he strained his neck, but you couldn’t help yourself. he was just so hot. 

eren must’ve felt your eyes, glancing down at you momentarily with an expressionless look. you quickly shifted in your seat to stare out the window, heat burning in your cheeks. god, why was this suddenly so awkward?

it was silent as he drove out of the arena, the dark city glittering against the sky. it was beautiful at night, skyscrapers lit up all pretty. you quickly found yourself distracted by the view, leaning your head against the cool glass. you were so consumed that you didn’t notice eren merging onto the freeway. 

you were brought out of your trance at the feeling of his large hand resting on your upper thigh, grip tight and possessive. you glanced to him again, lifting your head from the window. 

he was staring straight forward, foot slowly increasing the gas. you felt your chest tighten, seeing how he was riding the tail of a minivan in front of you. 

“eren,” you warned, insinuating that he slow down. his index finger tapped tauntingly on your bare thigh, slowly rising up the skin. the fabric of your skirt rode up, eren weaving past the minivan with one hand on the wheel. 

“i have a question for you,” he said lowly, eyes not leaving the road. you gulped, a strange mix of arousal and anxiety pitting itself in your stomach as his hand reached the apex of your thigh. the side of his pinky brushed against your pelvis. “hm, no underwear?” 

you felt a pang of embarrassment. in your defense, you’d thought tonight was just going to be spent hooking up with the man, not going to the arena. “i, uh-”

“so, jean had his dick pressed against your ass and you didn’t have underwear on?” his voice was deep, jealously dripping from every word. your breath hitched as his middle and ring finger slid against your clit with ease, already soaking wet. 

eren’s shoe pressed down on the gas again, the car zipping in and out between other vehicles on the freeway. his fingers rubbed against your clit slowly, your legs subconsciously spreading to give him better access. it felt so good, the way he was circling the nerves with desirable pressure. 

“mmm, eren slow down, you’re going to crash the car,” you mumbled, watching as he sped up, whipping past the other vehicles. he was easily approaching 100 mph, your anxiety beginning to outweigh the pleasure. as if sensing this, eren sped up his fingers as well, a whimper leaving your mouth. 

“i know it’s bad for me to be so jealous,” eren said flatly, his middle finger deviating from the ring finger to slowly insert itself into your tight cunt. he pumped it slowly, still not looking at you. he was pushing 110 at this point, doing so with ease. “but something about jean touching you. being so close to you like that.” 

his ring finger joined the middle, the two sliding in and out of you, curling slightly. it was hard to stay focused on his reckless driving when he was fucking you with his fingers like that, your mind feeling fuzzy as a passing car laid on its horn. 

“eren,” you breathed out in worry, his fingers hitting your sweet spot in order to make you shut up. “you gotta slo-” 

an involuntary whimper left your lips as he curled his fingers particularly deep, the tingling sensation at your core beginning to build. you looked over to him, and boy what a mistake that was. 

his one arm was flexed, hand gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. he was entirely focused on the road, eyebrows furrowed intently as his other hand purposefully increased its speed. he was so so hot.

you stifled another moan as your eyes looked forward again, the sight of eren nearly clipping a subaru outback making you sit forward.

“you’re going to crash!” you gasped. 

“i’ll slow down if you answer my question,” eren growled, his thumb coming to rub your clit rapidly as his fingers continued to pump in and out of your cunt. you hissed at the newfound pleasure, your head coming back to rest against the seat. 

“yes, yes, okay,” you agreed, screwing your eyes shut to avoid looking at how fast he was driving. 

eren took a deep breath, giving you a sideways glance. he’d never done this before, but he’d also never felt this way about someone. the way you clenched so good around his fingers making his chest tighten. he made you feel this good, not jean. the thought brought a smirk to his face as you let out a strangled moan. 

“i’ll stop speeding if you agree to be my girlfriend,” eren’s words shocked you right out of your pleasure coma, eyes widening as you jolted upright in your seat. did he really just say that? did jean’s plan actually work?

his hand jerked the steering wheel to the side, your mind too preoccupied with his statement to even notice his fingers had stilled inside of you, anxious for your answer. he wasn’t looking at you, eyes still locked on the road. 

you held your breath as you noticed how fast your heart was beating. “i thought you’d never ask.” you responded, cheeks burning. 

eren’s lips curled upwards, pulling his fingers from inside of you. your eyes followed his long digits as he popped the middle two into his mouth, sucking your bitter sheen from his knuckles. he was your boyfriend. he wanted you to be his girlfriend. “good girl.” he mumbled. 

you glanced back at the freeway, surprised as eren jerked the steering wheel, making an abrupt exit. it appeared to deviate into the woods, your eyes flitting nervously to the man beside you. “um, where are you taking me?” 

“i’m just fulfilling my promise,” he answered, bringing his hand back to grip your thigh. his fingers were wet with his saliva, the sight bringing a strong throb to your core. oh yeah, i never finished. “’member? i said once we were done with my meeting i was going to fuck you.” 

you suppressed an excited smile at his vulgar words, pressing your thighs together for some form of relief. you were painfully aroused, the burning sensation almost too much to bear. 

“plus, it seems like you never learn,” eren’s words were suddenly serious as he pulled the car up a gravel road. there was a sharp drop off to the side, the city skyline sparkling in the distance. you cocked a brow at him. “you’re my girlfriend now, but i’m still pissed about that stunt you pulled with jean. gonna have to punish you, of course.” 

you swallowed as he shut the car off, the city sitting innocently in view. the spot between your legs was aching, desperate for some form of release. you couldn’t help the swell in your chest at the fact that eren was your boyfriend now, anxiously awaiting whatever he had in mind. 

eren leaned over you, maintaining a deep stare as he shifted your seat into a flat position. his fingers lightly danced across your skin as he unbuckled your belt, face hovering above the hem of your skirt. he glanced back up to you, teal eyes glinting in the darkness. 

“can’t wait to fuck my new girlfriend,” eren growled, wasting no time in climbing on top of you. he shifted your legs so that your knees were bent by your head, wet cunt on full display in front of him. he stared down at you, a hand on each knee. “shit, you’re so hot like this.” 

he slowly brought a finger to your center, the feeling of his cold digit gliding against you bringing slight relief to the deep ache. his eyes were focused below your waist, lazily flitting upwards as he brought his finger to your lips. “taste.” 

you happily accepted, wrapping your lips around his finger. your tongue swirled around his knuckle, the saccharin taste filling your mouth. he pulled it from your lips, a devilish grin on his features. 

“i can’t wait any longer,” he breathed, leaning forward to press his lips against yours. the kiss was deep and heated, however it felt different from all the others you’d shared in the past. it was meaningful and tender, slow and deliberate. his tongue swiped your lip, slipping into your mouth with a sigh. 

his hands undid his pants as you kissed, the sound of his belt being undone filling the small space. you could feel him positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance, sliding it against your slick. 

eren pulled back to look at you, breaths mingled for a moment before he pushed past your entrance, burying himself deep within you. the stretch was slightly uncomfortable and you were convinced you’d never get accustomed to the sheer size of his dick.

eren didn’t wait for you to adjust, flexing his hips back to give you another purposeful thrust. a whimper slipped past your lips at the feeling, his hand leaving your leg and lightly wrapping around your neck. 

“fuck,” he hissed, speeding up his pace. your walls clenched around him, climax fast approaching with every deep thrust of his cock within your cunt. “feels so good fucking you when you’re all mine.” 

his hand tightened around your throat, the combined pressure at both ends of your body only adding to the pleasure as he rammed into you. he grunted as his other hand pressed your legs forward, getting a better angle so that he could fill you to the hilt. 

a strangled cry ripped from your throat as he hit particularly deep, bringing his face down to roughly kiss your lips. he was breathing heavily, the car shaking as he bucked his hips into yours.

eren craned his neck down to look at where his length disappeared inside of you, a small smile toying at his features. the sight caused his cock to twitch, relishing in just how nicely he filled you up. you were his, and he was yours. 

just the thought of you being his girlfriend was enough; a loud groan leaving his chest as he pressed his hips against yours. you could feel him release himself inside of you, the thick sensation bringing on a much anticipated orgasm. your limbs grew cold, the pleasure reaching the tips of your fingers. 

eren placed a chaste kiss to your forehead, gazing down at you. “my girlfriend is so fucking hot.” he grinned. 

you rolled your eyes at his cheesy comment, swatting his chest playfully. he carefully removed himself from you, trying not to drip onto the car seat. 

“here, pretty. you’ll have to keep your legs up,” he instructed as he pulled his pants back up. you frowned, the thought of holding this position the whole way back somewhat daunting. 

“huh? but how am i supposed to keep this stuff from coming out?” you whined, still trying to regain your composure. eren’s face was flushed as he smirked at you. 

“that’ll be your punishment, m’kay?” he said smugly. you scoffed, holding your knees in each hand. 

“but that’ll be impossible!” 

“don’t worry,” he leaned forward to kiss your lips once again. “i’ll drive slow.” 

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[stanknotstark]

5 Times Loki Held Your Hand and One Time You Held His

Only realizing it when they have to let go

You and Loki had become close friends when he came down with Thor. You were friends with Jane and through her knowing Thor scored a job at Stark Enterprise in R&D. This is where you basically just played with Tony’s new toys to make sure they work correctly and efficiently. Tony had invited you to live at Stark tower so you didn’t have to make an hour commute every day. Thus when Thor came down with Loki you ran into him randomly in the tower. 

You two first met one night when you couldn’t sleep and decided to wander the tower. Your final destination was one of the common areas that held a bar and an open view of the entire city with floor to ceiling windows. 

You had entered the common area and spotted a dark figure sitting in front of the windows. Clearing your throat the figure looks at you and you realize it’s Loki. 

“Mind if I join? I can totally leave if you’d prefer.” You say nervously from in front of the elevator. 

Loki looks you up and down with his eyes then shrugs. You take that as a cue to do whatever you please. So, you make your way over to him and sit far enough you don’t touch but close enough that you share companionship.

It’s silent for awhile but you can tell Loki is thinking so you stay quiet and just look across the lights lighting up the never sleeping city. 

“Are you not scared?” Loki finally breaks the silence and asks. 

You look at him confused. “Of what?” 

Loki looks at you, now confused too. “Of me.”

You really look at Loki. He has bags under his eyes, almost too hidden to see and you can see his face holds line of stress. His features are taught as if trying to hold himself back from something. 

“No.” You say, taking your eyes off him and looking at the city again. 

“Why? I could kill you.” Loki nearly demands but his voice doesn’t raise from the almost whisper you had both adopted. 

“And? Anyone could. Natasha could, a random stranger on the street could, hell I’m sure a really dedicated cat could kill me. I can kill myself. Why are you so special?” You say, your left hand coming up to rest in between your knees where you lay your chin. Your right hand stays on the floor to support yourself. You don’t look at Loki. 

However, you do hear him scoff. After a few seconds when you’re sure he’s not looking at you anymore he chuckles. “I would ask if you’re alright but I don’t particularly care.” 

At this you laugh lightly, “I didn’t ask for you to care.” You look at Loki who turns to look at you, squinting. 

“You’re weird.” He says and you shrug with a smile still on your face. “I like it.” 

You both go silent and look out at the city. Loki breaks the silence again by asking what certain buildings are and their functions. Through your explanations both of you fail to realize Loki let his left hand drift and cover your right hand still on the floor. It’s natural and you both like it subconsciously. 

When you yawn you go to raise both your arms and Loki realizes he had been holding your hand and pulls away like he’s burnt. You don’t say anything about it, you’re not even bothered by it, you simply stretch and stand.

“I’m tired. Good night.” You say, Loki nods, and you make your way to the elevator and to your wonderful bed that sits waiting for you. 

Not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

The next time you hold hands isn’t for another month. 

Your relationship has developed a lot since that night in the tower. You’re practically inseparable and spend hours together daily. Loki appreciates your humor and non judgmental attitude about him. You enjoy his sarcasm, wit, and love for knowledge. Of course there is more you both love about each other but you keep it simple. 

Today, Loki has agreed to attend Stark’s Expo with you. He is curious as to what Earth has to offer with science and technology. He relishes in the fact that you turn and look at him and accept his offered hand to drag him from table to table, without losing each other in the crowd. You explain what everything is and how it works. You were obviously passionate about technology and science and what new things these students had to offer. Loki found he really enjoyed whatever it was that made you so passionate and animated about the new tech.

You keep a tight hold on his hand as you both make your way around the convention room and if he squeezes your hand back with just as much vigor he knows you won’t say anything. 

You both finally make it to the center stage where Tony is supposed to appear for a grandiose speech on the winners of the Stark Fund scholarship. When you both sit down in seats not far from the stage you keep holding Loki’s hand. 

Loki vaguely hears what you’re saying but more so is focused on how well both your hands fit. While his is cold, yours is warm, where his is calloused and rough, yours is delicate and soft, while his is big yours is small. He thinks that there could be no better fit. He could hold your hand forever. Unfortunately you let go of his hand when you make it to the car, after the expo is over, but he vows that you will hold his hand again. 

Grabbing hand to show them something

This time, when Loki grabs your hand, you’re both on the roof of the tower waiting for a meteor shower. He grabs it in between your conversation when he spots the first meteor and points at the sky. 

“Look.” He says watching you watch the meteors flash across the sky like shooting stars, as you had called them. 

He lovingly watches as your mouth opens a little, your face filled with mirth and excitement. From his spot he sees your eyes practically twinkling. 

“It’s beautiful.” He hears you whisper.

“It truly is.” He says, still staring at you adoringly. 

You turn and look at him with a smile. “Thanks.” You say in reference to him bringing you out to experience this.

Loki gives a small smile, closed lip, and a short nod in understanding. “Any time.” 

You both look back at the sky and watch as one more lonely meteor passes and then it’s over all too soon. You sigh, look at the ground in an attempt to look at Loki’s hand holding yours, then look up at the god. 

“I’m sure I’ll never see them up close but this is just as magical.” You say. 

Loki purses his lips in thought. “If that is your wish, I shall make it happen, some day.” He says with determination.

You smile again, something you can’t stop doing around the god, “I’ve no doubt you’ll achieve this, somehow.” You laugh a little. 

Loki smiles down at you, lifts your hand to his lips, and kisses it.

“Shall we go back inside and try some of the Moon berries Thor brought back?” 

You nod excitedly and rush to the door with Loki behind, never releasing each others hands. 

Possessive hand-holding

You’re attending Stark’s gala for some charity you’ve never heard of. Tony had told you to attend so you could make some connections and further your research with funding. Loki had agreed to be your plus one when you asked him a few days before. That’s how you found yourself in a dark, emerald halter dress that flowed to your feet in elegance. Loki wore a three piece suit, the outer suit jacket and pants black, the inner vest the same dark, emerald as your dress, and a white button up underneath. 

What you don’t expect is for all the men to flock to you when Loki excuses himself to grab you both a drink. You’re surrounded by three men asking you questions about your work but you can read the flirt in between their words. You act nice but don’t play into their flirtations. When they start to lean closer to you you start to get a bit uncomfortable. 

Luckily you spot Loki not too far away coming to you with a soft glare on his features. You know he’s downplaying the glare so he doesn’t outright scare everyone in his path. You knew all too well Loki could very likely kill someone with his infamous glare. 

When Loki makes it back you subconsciously hover into his side and take your drink from his hand with a small thanks. When his hand is free Loki’s hand finds its way down your arm and takes your hand into his. He smiles at the three men sharply and you introduce Loki as your date. The three men back off but don’t leave quite yet. 

Once they’ve asked all their questions they leave you with their business cards and stalk off to their next victim. 

You wait till they’re far enough and deflate a little with a small sigh. Looking up at Loki, who looks down at you concerned, you smile reassuringly and take a sip of the champagne in your hand. 

“I need to give Stark more credit and I now understand why he hates these things.” You say after your sip of the dry alcohol, shaking your head, “Everyone in here is like a shark waiting to feed on you if you show an ounce of weakness.” 

Loki chuckles. “They’ll have to get through me before they even look at you.” Loki empathetically says, squeezing your hand.

You look away from Loki, “So, technically, are we dating? Is this what’s going on? Because I’m honestly a little confused.” You say shyly. Squeezing his hand in yours.

Loki doesn’t say anything so you look at him a little anxious that you might have crossed some unseen boundary. When you look into his eyes he finally answers. “Is that what you want?”

“I mean,” You bring your drink to your lips, let the drink coat your mouth, swallowing, and cherish that Loki is leaning into you with anticipation, “Yes. Quite frankly I’ve been wanting this for months now.” You finally say with an opened mouth smirk. 

Loki smirks too. “Then yes, we’re dating, exclusively.” He adds the last part in case that wasn’t explicitly clear. 

You watch as Loki takes a drink of the champagne and his Adams apple bobs, his neck is bared to you and you want to lick a stripe up it. The moment is over too soon and you look at Loki with a glare. 

“What’s a girl got to do to get a kiss around here?” 

Loki smirks, places his drink on the counter you stand next to and looks at you with a raised brow. You smile. Loki then uses his free hand to cup your face, stare at you with amazement that this is actually happening, then close the short distance between you two and finally kiss you.

Only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

It’s a few weeks after the gala and officially dating Loki that you hold hands again. This time it’s in public. You’re both walking central park, mostly so you could get some fresh air. After the gala you had made a lot of connections and were getting unbelievable funding for your personal projects which in turn had you cooped up inside working constantly. Loki took it upon himself to get you out and about. 

You had both been totally besotted in each other and talking about random exciting things while walking and holding hands, when you make it to Bethesda Fountain. At the sight of it you ramble on about having change to throw and pull Loki towards it with glee. As you near it you both pull your hands away but only enough to still hang on my the pinky. You turn and look at Loki with a loving look, bring the god’s face to down to kiss you, then let go of his hand completely to cup his jaw with both hands. After you pull back Loki opens his eyes to fall in love with the way you look at him. 

“We both make a wish when we throw in our pennies, ok?” You ask, completely pulling from Loki’s hold and searching in your purse for two pennies. Loki watches you with a frown but accepts the penny you give him.

When you both stand at the edge of the fountain you count down from three and as the pennies hit the water you both silently make your wishes. Loki wishes for marriage with you and he’s honestly not quite sure what you wish for. He questions if he’s moving too fast but disregards that thought. Both of you had been very romantic leading up to dating and knew each other inside and out from constantly spending time together. Just because it’s only been official a few weeks means nothing. Loki knows he wants you forever. 

You turn to look at Loki and wag a finger, “Don’t tell me what you wished for or it won’t come true!” 

Loki smiles and grabs your hand again, “Then I shall keep my lips shut, darling.” 

+1 comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

It’s you who initiates the hand holding this time. It’s a couple of months into dating when you do it. Loki will never forget it because you had initiated it this time. 

You’re both casually spending time in the common area with Nat, Clint, and Thor when it happens. You’re sitting across from Loki, both of you with crossed legs, playing a game of cards with him on the big couch Stark has. Nat and Clint are making bets as to who is going to win each round and Thor is fascinated as you explain everything going on in the game. 

Loki goes to flip his card when you stop talking to Thor and grab his hand. Loki looks up at you confused but watches with fascination as you flatten his hand out then put yours up to it and compare sizes. His hand looks like it could engulf yours. You hum thoughtfully and intertwine your fingers with his and return to the game as if nothing just happened, setting your hands to the side of the game on the couch.

Loki himself feels a little breathless but takes is a small gasp when Thor claps his shoulder. 

“Brother you’re at 19 are you truly sure you want to get hit again?” Thor asks.

Loki glances back at Thor but disregards him and looks at you instead. You look innocent enough but the spark in your eyes says you know what you’ve just done to Loki. 

Loki clears his throat. “Hit me, the risk is well worth it.” 

He watches as you give him a faced down card next to his jack and nine cards. 

You look up at him with a smirk, “Try your luck, Mischief.” You say. 

Loki raises a brow then turns the card you gave him. 

It’s an ace.

Loki smirks at you when you gasp and look at his cards with wide eyes. Natasha groans and pays Clint, Thor laughs roaringly. 

Both of your hands are still linked on the couch. Loki uses his thumb to caress your thumb and says, “What’s even more satisfying is that I didn’t even have to cheat.” 

You look at Loki with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “And here I thought I was the lucky one in this relationship.” 

Loki chuckles, “You’re severely mistaken.” He says, obviously not talking about the game anymore when he gives you a look full of tenderness and love. 

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