#until he realizes how powerful his bow is. he had never tried it before!

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCXDP Fic Idea: Mr. Flavor's Soda

Danny gets thrown into an alternate dimension.

Which, sucks especially when he was just flying through the ghost zone on an exploration and had been attacked by a tribe of ghosts he had never seen before.

They looked surprisingly human, were it not for their horns and wings. Danny hadn't seen them coming, one moment he was looking at the Infinite Map trying to find his way back to the main section of the zone and the next he was being hurled to the ground from a flying net.

He hit the ground hard, with a startled yelp, as the ghosts surrounded him, each welding a sharp looking spears.

Danny wasn't sure what the net was made of, but it had forced him back into Fenton and deactivated his powers.

The tribe had been chanting in a language he could not understand, dragging him through their village as various creatures with similar features peaked out at him.

He been a helpless human staring up at the crowd as they sang and danced around a stone statue. Then a woman wearing a lovely golden leaf head piece stood up, and all went silent.

She gave what Danny thinks is a speech, waving her arms up and above her head. The crowd ate it up, cheering whenever she took a pause. The woman pointed to the stone as it began to glow, bowing it while flapping her wings.

Danny watched the crowd copy her actions intrigued by the strange festival until two large men flew over to him and lifted up his net. Their wings flapped in tune with the drums that picked up, carefully flying Danny over the crowd who all chanted and gently grazed their hands along his net covered body.

Danny felt unease, especially when the little tour ended with him dangling before the flowing stone that ripped open to a portal. It was ink black instead of the ussual green and horror creeps into his mind as the woman waves a staff over his head, the jingle of the bells attached to gently shaking.

Then the men through him through the portal. Danny's screams are drown out by the drums, stomping and joyful songs of the tribe that attacked him.

He has been sacrificed. He thought it would be the end, but instead, he wound up falling into a dumpster in a dirty alley back on Earth.

It took ages to wiggle his way the net, but by that point, Danny was too grateful to be alive to really care. When he stumbled out of the alley he came to find it was not his Earth.

His Earth did not have a place called Gotham. He been sent to a wrong universe, which wasn't the first time, but this time his powers were out of reach, locked within due to whatever net they had shoved him into.

The net disintegrated before his eyes, not even allowing him to study.

Danny was pissed. He wandered the streets, hoping to find help. All he had on his person was his student ID (which meant nothing if his school didn't exist) his broken phone and the credit card he had stolen from Vlad.

Testing the card at a gas station for a bottle of water, he held his breath as the clerk ran it and almost collapsed in relief as it went through.

Too bad the card had a limit of three thousand. He knew since he checked when he took it. It would be enough for a little while, but who knew with the economy in this world for how long. Everything was much more expensive, even the bottle of water was two dollars and fifty-five cents when back home it would have been Ninty five cents.

Danny needed a plan. He stumbled to a run-down motel and got a room wincing at the nightly rented it. Thank goodness the front receptionist didn't ask for an ID, as he checked him in.

Danny spent three whole days like this, trying to get Phantom to come forth from whatever lock he was stuck behind and wandering Gotham looking for anything familiar.

Eventually, Danny got a craving for a Coca-cola, and when he tried to find one, he came to the horrifying realization that his favorite drink did not exist. Not in this world.

Thank goodness Danny knew how to make some homemade version of it. He bought the supplies, telling himself it was worth the slight dent in his funds.

The receptionists at the motel startled when Danny breezed by carrying a lab kit (he only knew how to make it in a chemistry set since Tucker and he did it for a school assignment) and various groceries. She gave Danny an alarmed expression when he stumbled out a few hours later drinking his black liquid heaven.

Danny hadn't noticed she had gone for her phone with a pale face and shaking hands as he wandered around the city. He only realized something was wrong when he came back later that evening, carrying more supplies, determined to regain his various soda flavors he missed since his displacement.

As he was working, his rented room looked like a miniature lab as various sodas were carefully crafted. The following morning as Danny was attempting to scare his powers back into action by leaping off low fire escape he noticed a group of kids watching him.

They were just a filthy as Danny, so likely as homeless as him. Danny choose to ignore them as he raced up and down the stairs, doing flips to try to get his ghost side back. Eventually, a younger one creeper closer, staring at the re-purposed water bottled filled with his precious soda.

"Whats that stuff?" The kid asked eyeing the homemade cola with far too much interest.

"Cola" He responds, curious why the kid would get near someone who looked, honestly, insane. He would never have gone near someone taking two story jumps but that's just Danny.

"Is it strong?" The kid asks

Danny blinks. " I don't think so? I've been drinking it for a while, so it's pretty tamed for me"

"Where you get it?"

"I made it."

The kid nods, hand stuffed into his pocket before pulling out a crumbled twenty bill. "How much?"

"What?"

"How much for a bottle?" The kid asks, voice taking a sudden desperate tune.

Danny eyes the bill "I don't have any change. Just take the bottle. I can make more."

The boy's eyes bug out of his skull but he grabs a bottle and scrambles back to his group as if though he was worried Danny would change his mind. Odd.

The group of kids share the bottle between. They drink it quickly, some making faces as the carbonated bubbles go up their noses but happy.

The bottle is empty too quickly, and the kid comes stumbling back. "I know you said you didn't have change, but how many bottles could this buy me?"

Danny stares, and then he looks down at his haul. He has seven bottles left - one for each kid if he counted them right. "Look bring me smaller bills next time but for now just take the drinks"

"What kind of drug is it, if you dint mind me asking?" The boy says politely and Danny startles so hard he bangs his head on the metal latter.

A swears escapes his lips as the tiny boy- he could be no older then ten!- stiffens as if frighten. The group of kids behind him all become weary.

"It's not drugs! It's soda!"

"Soda?" The boy repeats confused then shrugs. "Sure man. Thanks!"

Taking all the bottles, the boy scrambles away, leaving the alley with his group as they all cheer. Danny shakes his head at them. This place is wild. He goes back to his jumps and ends up with more bruises than glowing powers.

But the following week the boy and his group retrun each carrying ones. Danny sells them more Cola for a dollar a piece encouraging them to save their bottles since he was running low. Then the week after that and the week after that, each time the group getting bigger.

Soon Danny starts to add different flavors, he hasn't found Sprite, Fonta or Dr.Pepper and he tries his best to bring the flavors back into this world. The kids loss their minds over it.

They nickname him Mr.Flavor since Danny forgets to introduce himself and now the little demons refuse to use his name even when he tells them. Danny realizes something weird is going on when adults start popping up in his alley also looking for a bottle.

He ends up making a steady income, walking home with a wab of cash. This is great since he is pretty sure he's near his card limit. The receptionist still eyes him with weary eyes but hasn't said anything as Danny builds a steady fulling for his drinks.

That's why when he wobbles back to his rented room now covered in even more reckless bruises, he is shocked to find his soda lab smashed to bits and a man in a red hood waiting for him.

"What the hell!" He yells as the man pointed a gun at his head.

"You think you can set up shop in my territory?" The man's growl is able to hear even with the voice changer.

Danny bristles "I can sell my soda wherever I want-"

"Soda?" The guy pauses, looking down at the various liquids sinking into the carpet. Before Danny can yell at him, the man reaches down and grabs two water bottles of every flavor. He walks backward to the smashed window - likely how he got in - with the gun still trained on Danny. "If this is anything other than Soda, say goodbye to your knee caps"

Danny lifts his chin "Shoot me. I'll turn ghost!"

The man says nothing as he flips backward through the window and vanishes into the night. Danny huffs, taking stock of the damage.

All his very small earthly possessions except for his three pairs of pants and shirts ( bought from a second-hand store with his soda money) were all ruined. He stumbles down to the front to report the damage, and the lady at the front actually shakes while telling him that they don't mind the damage.

Danny gives her a fifty as a thanks.

He tells the people the next day what happened. They all make faces and groan when he says it'll take time to replace his supplies. It's three days later that he finds the same helmet man in his room again. He was hit by a car earlier that night in a very desperate attempt to active his powers so he limps in, half sure he broken a bone or two.

The driver had speed away. A hit and run that hopefully won't be reported so no one will know Danny had noticed the driver was drunk and chose to get hit.

Danny spreads his arms "shoot me! Do it!"

Surely being shot would get Phantom back

The man shifts uncomfortable on his feet. "I'm not here to shoot you. I'm here to apologize. I tested your drinks and realized they were soda after all."

"So you smashed my stuff without verifying what it was? Lord of the flies you're evil!"

The man pauses. "Lord of the flies?"

"It's a classic. Read a book, pill head"

The man laughs. "I read plenty brat. Anyway, I brought you some gifts as a apology"

He pulls a tarp of a pile that Danny hadn't noticed in the dark. He gasps in delight when he sees state of the art chemistry sets all set up on a nice big table. He scrambled to the layout, eyes gleaming on the different syrups.

"This is awesome!" He chirps, picking up test tubes and checking thier quality. His mom would approve. His eyes catch a box underneath the table, which he quickly pulls out.

Inside are empty, new plastic disposals bottles. The lable has a shadowed leaping boy over the words "Mr. flavor Soda"

Danny gasps.

"I thought you needed a brand name." The man says, handing him a paper. "When you run out, go to this recycling place. They know to give you new bottles with your lable. Also, carry that sellers permit, or the cops will give you trouble. You know Anthony's Pasta?"

Danny gapes at the paper, blinking slowly. "No?"

"It's in Crime Alley. The Italian restaurant at the corner. They'll agreed to let you sell your drinks in thier lobby every Friday and Monday from opening to closing. There should be a light board in one of the boxes. Set up a menu for that day."

"What? Why would they agree to that?"

Danny can't see his face, but he thinks the man is smirking. "They owe me a favor or two. Do you best, kid, and stay off the streets"

"I'm not a kid. I'm fourteen, " Danny says, lifting his chin.

"Sure." The man steps back towards the window. Which seems to have been fixed in the nine hours Danny was out. Odd. "And kid? Please go to the free clinic."

He throws a business card with the clinics information before he vanishes into the shadows again.

Danny is left standing there with endorsement for a bubbling soda business with a shock expression.

Well, at least he has something to make some cash while getting his powers back.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Mr. Flavor's soda #Part 1 #Danny is stuck as Fenton #dimension travel #Jason feels bad for threatening a kid trying to make it #Soda taste so bland before Danny #He is seen as slightly crazy. like willy wonka

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW GLAD I AM THAT YOUR WRITE FOR SPTO THANK YOUUUU

UGH okay, my craziness aside; could you try “I think I’m in love with you” with Matthew Patel? It doesn’t matter who says it, I jsut think it’d be adorable (I adore that funky theatre punk so so much <3)

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!

"Do it!"

"Come on, Lord Matthew!"

"We're getting impatient.."

"Maybe we'll go in and tell them ourselves-"

"Ladies, that's enough! I will tell them myself...i-in a minute. First, I need to rehearse what I'm going to say..I can't mess this up."

The demon hipster chicks could only stare at their master with blank expressions, knowing damn well that he was stalling the inevitable:

That being his confession to you.

You two go back as far as middle school, with you being the first friend he ever made who didn't mind his weirdness or mystical powers. Plus, you shared his admiration for the theater and dramatics when he started obsessing over those, becoming his number one supporter.

Until now, Matthew never thought he'd fall for you like he did Ramona. But he feared rejection, ridicule, or worse--the relationship being extremely short-lived and him never getting to experience a "true love's kiss".

Once was painful enough.

He couldn't go through that again.

Of course, his demon hipster chicks knew all about this and the months he's spent pining after you. As much as they didn't like you "stealing" away his attention...they realized you made their master genuinely happy.

And above everything else, they wanted him to be happy.

So they were thrilled when he summoned them, seeing that they were at the doorstep to your apartment and squealing upon noticing the giftbox he had for you.

Finally, he seemed ready to move on from Ramona.

Yet....he had spent ten solid minutes pacing along the floor and trying to hype himself up, his confidence totally shot, before he eventually stopped in front of your door again.

"Okay, I got it! Erm..."Roses are red, violets are--" no, that's stupid. It's too cliche! Everybody uses that!" Shaking his head, he tried to think of something else. ""Hey, would you like to be the Romeo to my Juliet--" ohh, what am I saying?! That's not romantic!! That would mean our relationship could end in tragedy...UGH!!"

"Don't overthink it, my lord." One of the demons whispered to him. "Just tell them how you feel."

"....it can't be that simple, can it?"

"....."

"..alright. I'll take your advice. I'm going for it." With a nervous swallow, he bowed his head and raised a hand to knock at the door-

Only for it to swing open, causing him to freeze in-place and look up to see you on the other side. He quickly hid both hands behind his back, hoping you didn't see the gift. "H-Hi.."

"Oh hey, Matty. Hey, girls." You smiled, looking past him and waving to the demons. But as your gaze shifted back to his, you wondered why he seemed extremely nervous. "Are you feeling okay?"

"..yeah. Just..wanted to see how you were doing." Pink was starting to dust his cheeks. "Did you uh...know I was going to come visit?"

"Um...yeah? You texted me earlier."

"......"

"And I saw you outside my window and figured you forgot the spare key."

"Shit..did I?" Matthew checked his coat pockets, feeling more embarrassed to know he forgot such a simple thing. All because he couldn't stop thinking about you. "I guess I did forget.......how about I go get it?"

You blinked in confusion. "Huh? But you're-"

"I'll be back, I swear-?!!"

The second he tried to run away, two of the demons grabbed a hold of his arms, dragging him into your apartment, while the other two guarded the door it in case he attempted another escape. He yelled in outrage, putting up a bit of struggle before they let go.

At this point, he was seething red, prepared to yell at them for their betrayal and the humiliation it brought upon him...

But they just winked and disappeared, the last one wishing him luck.

Of course.

"I can't believe it! The nerve of those-"

"What was that all about? You're acting kinda..odd, Matthew." Raising an eyebrow, you sat down on your sofa, having no clue why the man in front of you looked so flustered.

"I....have something I need to say." He decided to sit beside you, sighing heavily. "[Y/n], I think....I..I..."

"Yes?"

"...I-I think I'm in love with you!" Finally blurting it out, he closed his eyes and handed you the box, too afraid to see your expression. "I know it's sudden but..you've always been there for me. Ever since I found my passion for theater. Ever since Ramona dumped me...you were by my side. A-And I feel like I took that for granted. I thought I only wanted revenge against those who wronged me....but no. I want something better. I want love...and I want to be yours. So please...let me prove that I can be a good boyfriend and not evil!"

Part of him wanted to curl up and die as he continued babbling on and on about his feelings, thinking about the hundreds of other ways he could have done this.

He could flawlessly play the role of a love interest in a musical or play and move the audience to tears so effortlessly. But off-stage, he felt like a bumbling lovesick idiot who isn't making any sense to his crush..

There's no way you could love him back.

Not after seeing him like this.

Yet after feeling the box being removed from his hands, Matthew bravely opened his eyes, watching as you took out the black and red roses he put inside it. The thorns have been clipped off, allowing you to twirl the stems in your fingers for a moment or two.

Then you looked at him with the brightest of smiles, laughing softly. "Of course you'd give me roses, you dork. That's so....you." You set them aside before moving closer, taking his hands into yours. "I'm trusting you to uphold that promise."

His heart was soaring.

He must definitely be dreaming right now.

"S-So...it's a yes?"

You chuckled, nodding. "Yes. And...I promise to be with you for longer than a week."

That got him choked up. He couldn't say anything else in that moment, as his only response was pulling you into a tight hug and hiding his face in your neck.

Thank god he didn't ruin this.

You just smiled and held him close, relieved that he finally decided to try loving again. When he calmed down enough to look back up into your eyes, that's when you both decided to go for the kiss--just in case he had any more doubts in his mind.

And there were sparks galore.

#clanask #scott pilgrim x reader #scott pilgrim takes off x reader #spto x reader #matthew patel #matthew patel x reader #fluff #dialogue prompt

[secretsofblackthornhall]

Kit to Ty

Ty,

I need someone to talk to and I don’t want it to be Julian or Emma. Or Jem or Tessa. So it’ll have to be you. Which means I can’t ever send this and you can’t ever read it. I’ll burn it in the garden when I’m done writing it so I’m not tempted to send it.

The gardens here are really excellent, by the way. I guess you know that since you’ve been here. There’s an old Georgian greenhouse, and a little pond with lilies and frogs and benches to watch them, and a walled garden, and it’s just very nice to walk around here with Mina. I never had a sister or brother before, you know that, but being with Mina makes me realize more about how you felt about Livvy. Still feel about Livvy I guess. I’m not saying I forgive you. Just maybe I understand more.

Blackthorn Hall is still being restored, of course, and there are faeries everywhere doing the restorations. They’re brownies, apparently, and even though they aren’t doing anything that interesting—weeding and carrying wheelbarrows of dirt and whatever—I can’t stop watching them. I have hardly seen any faeries at all since—well, since we were in that battle with them. I guess I didn’t realize how strictly I was being kept apart from them. Until now.

I should really stay away from them, because every time I get close enough for them to talk to me, they do something to freak me out. The head builder, this guy Round Tom— he’s not even that round, honestly — anyway the first time Round Tom saw me he did a little thing where he jumped in a circle and made some odd gestures in the air, and then bowed in my direction. I just turned around on my heel and walked off in the other direction like I had just remembered I forgot something.

And then General Winter, like Kieran’s General Winter, was there helping out—Julian says he’s there to keep all the workers in line since they are scared of General Winter but not Round Tom—and he knew I was the First Heir. Like the Riders did.

The Riders whose horses I made disappear. Or something. I don’t know if they ever came back. No one seems to know.

I tried to pretend I didn’t hear General Winter either but we were just out in the open and it would have been way too obvious. So when he addressed me as First Heir all I could think of to say was, “That’s me. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told.”

“If you’ve been told,” he said, “then it is true, since we do not lie.”

I wanted to say buddy, I worked at the Los Angeles Shadow Market for years. Faeries do all kinds of sketchy stuff. Instead I just said, “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do about it.”

 General Winter watched me with this thoughtful look on his face, and said, “You need do nothing about it, yet. Indeed, at this moment that might be the wisest course of action. For things are strange in Faerie.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“There are disturbances,” he said slowly. “Rumors swirl about the Seelie Court. And Mother Hawthorn walks again.”

BEfore I could ask him what any of that meant, Round Tom came rushing over. “Cousins.” (I had forgotten faeries sometimes addressed each other like that, and it gave me a little shiver, like he was saying, you are one of us.) “I have found something. Please come with me.”

He led us around to one of the big plane trees. A little ways away from the trunk was a huge hole, and then on the other side of the tree were two sawhorses across which balanced a coffin.

At least I think it was a coffin. It was really busted up, half-rotted, cracked everywhere, caked in dirt. It was obviously the thing that had come out of the hole.

“A tomb?” said General Winter as we got closer, but Round Tom was shaking his head.

“We would not have disturbed a tomb,” said Round Tom. “But none lie buried here. Only magic, of a dark and powerful kind.” He stepped back. “Look inside.”

I came closer. There was indeed a bunch of random stuff inside the coffin. It looked like—well, you know how old Egyptian pharaohs were buried with all their belongings? It was like that, I assume for a Shadowhunter, except the belongings were a weird assortment. It was dirty and falling apart and mostly just junk—papers and little jars and bits of fabric and the hilt of a sword with no blade, that kind of thing.

“How old is it?” I said, and Round Tom reached it and fished out a liquor bottle. The label was pretty faded and ripped but it was a printed label, in a Victorian style. I wondered if Jem or Tessa would have any guess whose stuff it could be.

“You said there was magic here?” I said.

“Dark magic,” Round Tom said gravely. “Wild magic.”

“The curse?” said General Winter.

Round Tom’s expression cleared and he shrugged. “Perhaps not. It’s actually much less demonic in nature than the curse on the house. But emanating from the foot of an unremarkable tree it bore exploration. There are two items that might be of further interest.”

He cleared away some of the mess and revealed a scabbard. It was a very nice scabbard. Sorry, that doesn’t really capture it. A very very nice scabbard. It needed some cleaning up, but it was obviously beautiful and, I’m sure, valuable. It was steel but covered in gold inlay all over in the shape of leaves and birds. There were some runes on it, too, so it was definitely a Shadowhunter’s at some point.

“Nice,” I said.

“It is more than ‘nice,’” General Winter said. “It is clearly the work of Lady Melusine herself. See how it has not deteriorated at all?”

Round Tom looked important. “And yet it is the less interesting of the two pieces,” he said. With a great dramatic gesture that he had clearly practiced ahead of time, he pushed all of the junk to one side in the coffin, leaving—

“Is that…a gun?” I said.

“One of those mundane weapons, yes,” said Round Tom. He picked it up as though it might go off, though it was rusty and covered in dirt. It was a revolver. It didn’t look any different than revolvers from a million gangster movies, or Westerns—I guess if I were really sending this to Ty I would have to explain what a Western was.

Anyway the big difference was this gun was covered in etchings and runes and words and was obviously magic af. (Which means . . . oh, never mind what it means.)

“But Shadowhunters don’t use guns,” I said.

“They never have,” General Winter agreed. He picked up the gun with a surprising amount of familiarity, and sighted along it in the direction of a nearby tree. He tried to fire and it just clicked — the cylinder didn’t even turn.

“Rusted shut, probably,” said Tom. General Winter handed it to me to look at. I’m not good enough with runes to know any of the ones that were on it. I pointed it at the same tree, kind of as a joke, kind of just to feel how heavy it was, and pulled the trigger, and there was a huge BANG and a bunch of wood splinters exploded from the tree.

My arm kicked back from the force of the shot. And we all stared. My ears were buzzing, but I thought I heard Round Tom say something to General Winter. I’m pretty sure the words First Heir were in there.

Certainly when I looked at them again, at Round Tom and General Winter, their expressions were guarded. Closed.

“Perhaps we should take this item inside and see if the other Nephilim recognize anything about it,” General Winter said flatly.

 “I’m sure it just only works for Shadowhunters,” I told General Winter, but he just gave me kind of a troubled look and said nothing. “Anyway. I’ll bring it in.”

I could feel General Winter and Round Tom watching me as I ran across the lawn and into the house. Jem and Tessa were sitting on a couch in the drawing-room, watching Mina coloring with crayons on some butcher paper.

The moment I came in holding the gun both of them looked utterly shocked. Tessa got to her feet and moved between me and Mina. I told myself she was standing between the gun and Mina, but it still felt rotten.

“What—” said Jem, standing up, but he didn’t finish the sentence. He just stared at me, and the gun.

“Round Tom found it in the garden,” I said. “Is this a gun for Shadowhunters?” I could feel my voice getting tighter. “Shadowhunters don’t use guns.”

“Long ago, Christopher Lightwood tried to create a gun that Shadowhunters could fire,” said Tessa. She was still staring at the gun.

 “It was in a coffin,” I said. “With a bunch of other stuff. A broken sword, and a fancy scabbard.”

“I wondered what he did with it,” said Jem. He? Who was he?

Jem and Tessa exchanged a look.  “The gun belonged to my son James,” she said. I felt kind of sick. Tessa hardly ever talked about her children with Will. “He was the only one who could use it. It would not fire in anyone’s hands but his.”

“I fired it,” I said.

They both looked stunned, and not in a good way. 

“You are very special, Kit,” Jem said. “You are the First Heir. We don’t yet know the extent of how that power works in you.”

“Or perhaps it is just that he has faerie blood,” said Tessa.

I could have said that it definitely wasn’t just faerie blood because General Winter couldn’t use the gun and he doesn’t only have faerie blood, he has a full faerie body with faerie organs and everything. But I didn’t say anything. I just felt a weird feeling in my stomach. I said I would put the gun away and not use it, and Jem and Tessa seemed to feel that was the best thing I could do, and Mina piped up and said “Gun!” and then I felt like the worst person on earth.

So now it’s late and I’m up writing this letter to you that I am going to burn when I’m done, because I can’t sleep. Because I don’t want to be the only person in the world who can fire a magic gun. I don’t want General Winter to straighten up when I’m nearby like I outrank him. I don’t want any of this. I had five minutes where I got to think, oh neat, I found this cool-looking gun and I bet there’s a story behind it, I wonder if they’ll let me keep it or if it needs to go to a museum or something. And then I fired it and instantly—just another thing that’s weird about me.

Good night, Ty. I’ll never send this, and you’ll never read it.

Kit

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Can be either older Yuu or mini Yuu except I imagine this scenario fits the latter more: Yuu: “…so Rook let me play with his bow while he helped Vil with something, and then I accidentally moved a curtain in his room. I was going to put back, except I saw a lot of pictures of you guys sleeping on the wall for some reason. I wonder why he has those pictures though?” Everyone in Savanaclaw: “😱😱😱😱😨😨😨😨” Ruggie: “…it means we’re going to lock the windows and doors every night from now on”

Pffft yes, I love this because it’s chaotic and Rook being Rook is just priceless 😂

Let's go with mini!Yuu then since I'm in the mood for cuteness~! Had to look at Rook's room to get a reminder of what was where. >3>

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“Hold it like this, mon chou. Beaute~! You’ve got it, mon petit lapin.”

“Uh…Rook, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“But of course, Monsieur Crabapple! It is never too late to teach them how to wield a bow like a true hunter, no?”

Epel’s ear flicked as he stared at the small human, watching them try to hold up the large bow as Rook helped steady their arms. “I don’t know…it’s a little big for them, don’t you think?” he asked, instinctively moving away when the toy ‘arrow’ wobbled in his direction as they tried to aim at the makeshift target. “What if Vil finds out? Won’t he be mad?”

“Non, non, it will be fine,” Rook said, a proud smile on his face. “Someday, they shall hunt their own proud, powerful quarry—surely even the Roi de Poison would be proud of our little mon chou, no?”

“Um…wouldn’t a toy sword be better though? And safer…?”

Yuu looked up at Epel and said with the biggest smile, “I wanna learn to hunt like Rook!”

At that Rook leaned back on his avian legs, looking smitten as he crooned, “Ah, my heart! How precious and beautiful this moment is!” Before he could continue, his phone pinged and he turned to read the message that arrived for him. “Ah, I see. Roi de Poison requires my assistance with preparations for his next photo shoot. Would you watch over them while I am gone?”

“Oh. Sure! I can handle it,” Epel told him, arms opening as Yuu—now relieved of the bow and toy arrow by Rook—toddled over to him for a hug. “Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of fun, Yuu!”

“Very well. I leave them in your care, Monsieur Crabapple,” came the response, Rook reaching down to pet Yuu’s head before the harpy hunter stood and hurried out the door.

Turning to the small human, the faun hybrid tilted his head and asked, “Do you want to head back to my room? My folks sent me a batch of fresh apples we can munch on.”

“Oooh, apples!”

“Okay, let’s go!”

As he stood with them in his arms, he faltered when Yuu suddenly started squirming in protest. “No, wait! We need to find Mr. Flopsy!”

He’d almost forgotten about the stuffed rabbit toy they had earlier, a present from Vil after one of his earlier photo shoots about two weeks ago and he stopped in town to pick up a few toys. They loved all the gifts he brought, but they seemed to fixate quite strongly on the stuffed rabbit with yellow fur, a white cotton tail, and a tuft of hair on its head. They’d played a game with Yuu where Mr. Flopsy was “bouncing” around the room, on occasion being tossed by the toddler to one of the others and vice versa. That was before they came across Rook’s bow, which led to them having the impromptu lesson.

“Okay, let’s take a look ‘n see,” he said, searching around the room for the fluffy toy. Yuu searched low while Epel searched high, scanning the space for any sign of their toy. It wasn’t until Yuu called out and pointed up at the canopy above the bed that he saw it…along with the peeling wallpaper in the corner and the squares taped to the wall's surface underneath.

“What’s that?” Yuu asked, looking up at him with curious eyes.

“Huh…they look like pictures.” Looking closer, he frowned once he realized that they were photographs…of various students. “…student pictures.”

Yuu’s fingers pointed at one particular photo with the biggest smile on their face as they said, “Look! It’s uncle Leona and Cheka!” They giggled and pointed to another one saying, “And big brother Ruggie! And Jack-Jack! And uncle Leona again! He looks sleepy in that one.”

The more names Yuu pointed out, the more unnerved Epel began to feel. “I guess…everyone has some sort of hobby,” he mumbled before he climbed up to grab the toy and then carrying Yuu. “Time to go.”

“But I wanna see more of the pretty pictures!”

“I can find you better ones later!”

////--Later at Savanaclaw--////

“Hey, kiddo! Didja have fun over at Pomefiore?”

“Yeah!”

“Great! Did anything interesting happen?”

“Rook tried to teach me to use his bow and arrow set!”

“Oh…is that right?”

"Great...as if we need another hunter around here..."

“Uh-huh! And he had lots of pretty pictures too.”

“Huh. Pictures sound nice—any interesting ones?”

“I saw uncle Leona and Cheka!”

“…what?”

“And you and Jack-Jack were there too, Ruggie!”

“…uh…huh…”

“He really likes taking pictures of people, huh?”

“Yeeeeeah…I think we’re gonna start locking everyone’s doors from now on.”

"Why?"

"I'll tell you when you're older."

"Okay, I'm older now!"

"Eh?"

"I'm a whole minute older, so now you can tell me, right?"

"Nice try, but you need to be older than that. Like...about ten years older."

"Awww! No fair..."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #rook hunt #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland mini!yuu #if you can guess where the rabbit inspiration came from you get an internet cookie~! :D

[wordbunch]

perfectly proper (RoP Elrond x Reader)

a/n: finally writing again!!! this was requested and I hope I did it justice 😊 let me know how you liked it ❤️

summary: Elrond is interested in Celebrimbor’s daughter...only that he doesn’t know she’s his daughter, until it accidentally gets revealed.

Lindon was bustling as every and any available elf was doing all in their power to prepare for the upcoming feast in celebration of the first day of spring. It seemed livelier than ever after a dull, gray winter. Elrond, the High King’s herald, was overseeing some last preparations concerning the dinner table, wanting to make sure everything was as close to perfection as possible. Carefully, his eyes pored over stunning emerald name tags on which names of important guests were carved in intricate golden letters. The Elf’s attention was immediately drawn to a certain name, of a person especially dear to him. [Y/N].

A small frown found its way onto Elrond’s handsome face when he realized [Y/N] was supposed to be seated a good few places away from him. He quickly looked around to see if anyone was nearby and paying attention to him, before his eyes darted back to [Y/N]’s name plate. He couldn’t mess around with the King’s seating arrangements, right…? Or could he? He fidgeted with the hem of his deep blue cape as he considered what he could do. Celebrimbor was supposed to be sitting on [Y/N]’s right side, and an elf-maiden, a friend of [Y/N]’s, would be on her left. Elrond’s mind was racing as he thought of his options, his sole focus being finding a way to spend more time in the presence of the gorgeous, captivating woman, who seemed to be taking up more and more space in his heart.

As soon as the majestic dining hall became a little bit emptier, everyone having gone to their chambers to get themselves presentable on time, Elrond finally made up his mind and quickly repositioned some of the dark green name plates. With this new arrangement, [Y/N] and Elrond were sitting next to each other, but he was momentarily too anxious to thoroughly think about where he moved the other honorable guests. The herald tried to smooth out some wrinkles in his clothes, but opted for going for a change of clothes, since a few more minutes were left before the start of the dinner. 

His timing turned out to be almost perfect, since he walked right into [Y/N] on his way back from his chambers, and he gallantly offered his arm out to her, which she gladly accepted.

“My lady,” he bowed slightly, heat rushing into his cheeks, “allow me to escort you to dinner.”

“Gladly,” the girl smiled at him and very subtly squeezed his arm, hoping that he wouldn't notice. “The shade of your robes brings out your eye color beautifully, my Lord,” [Y/N] complimented, feeling surprisingly bold even without any liquid courage.

“You are too kind,” Elrond mused, meeting her eyes for a brief moment; his heart almost skipped a beat. “However, I fear that your beauty is beyond any words that I can utter. None of them would do justice to your radiance.”

“Is it not too early for you to be making me blush this much?” [Y/N] raised an eyebrow at Elrond, but secretly enjoyed his flattery. She was hoping that he couldn’t hear her rapidly quickening heartbeat. 

“It is never too early to appreciate the brightest star in this whole realm, Lady [Y/N]. In my humble opinion, that could be no one else but you,” Elrond confessed earnestly, feeling mild disappointment at the fact that they’d almost reached the dining hall already - he wanted [Y/N] all to himself. 

“Have you had much to drink already?” [Y/N] joked with a vibrant laugh. “The feast hasn’t even started.”

“I am merely relishing in just existing by your side after a busy day,” Elrond shrugged nonchalantly as he led the two of them towards the large, richly decorated table. It was already swarming with people. “You bring out a different side of me.”

“Well then, I am very happy to hear that,” [Y/N] tilted her head slightly, looking up at him with a glimmer in her eyes. Her eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise when she realized she was seated next to the herald at the dining table, but she was overjoyed. It was only a bit strange to her that her father seemed to be sitting a few seats further away, but she shrugged it off. Who knows what the king had in mind when planning the seating, the girl thought. Elrond pulled out her chair and helped her get settled in before he sat himself, and immediately offered her a drink. [Y/N] gladly accepted, hoping she’d be able to let loose a bit over the course of the evening, especially since she’d been sitting next to Elrond and some other younger elves. 

“Do you think the High King will be late to his own feast once again?” she nudged Elrond, speaking in a low, mischievous voice. He tried not to laugh too loudly at her comment, so he just took a sip from his crystal glass.

“Remember, he is never late, everyone else is just early,” the herald smirked. 

“My father isn’t here yet either,” [Y/N] muttered as she surveyed the room suspiciously. “Now that is most unusual.”

“Your father?” Elrond inquired, almost falling off of his chair when he heard the well-known voice of Celebrimbor speak up loudly.

“Is there a reason why my daughter is seated so far away from me?”

Elrond froze, his eyes going wide. [Y/N] was Celebrimbor’s daughter? How hadn’t he put the pieces together earlier? While Elrond was sitting in disbelief, [Y/N] got up to go greet her father.

“I will be sitting over there, next to Elrond,” she gestured towards the elf who was still sitting dumbstruck. Celebrimbor raised an eyebrow.

“I see,” he exhaled. “Let me go over there and talk to him for a moment, then.”

“I really think that is not nece-” [Y/N] began, but her father just raised a hand and walked in the direction of the herald. Elrond was only hoping he didn’t look like a deer in headlights, as his thoughts went to how he was rearranging the name tags earlier. Maybe he should have thought it through a little bit. Maybe. As soon as Celebrimbor appeared next to Elrond, the herald felt very, very small, but he looked up regardless.

“If you try anything improper with my daughter-” he began, and [Y/N] appeared next to the two within a second”

“Ada, leave him be. For the love of Valar, that is just Elrond,” she gestured towards him and he gave an awkward little smile, trying to look as innocent as possible. “We have known each other forever. He is anything but improper.” 

“My Lord,” Elrond started, his voice almost cracking, “your daughter is very special to me, and I would never harm her in any way.” At this point, the eyes and ears of everybody in the room were fixated solely on the three. Both for his own comfort, and in order to reassure [Y/N], he gently squeezed her hand. 

“I told you,” the girl smiled at the older elf whose eyes were going back and forth between his daughter and Elrond. “He is perfectly decent.” Before any of them had a chance to add anything else, the stern voice of the High King Gil-Galad cut through the room.

“Who has been tampering with the seating arrangement?!”

-

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[the-baby-storyteller]

Tw: slave whump, minor whump

Pt 2.

For a second all they could hear was ringing. The faint echoing of wrong wrong wrong chanting in their ear strung them through a trance as the world seemed to twirl around them.

And then it all came rushing back in.

They began to hyperventilate on their knees. The Young Master stood, rubbing his forehead and groaning. Their breaths picked up.

How could I do that how could I make a mistake already I fell into the master? I've already messed up I'm going to be beat and so soon-

Whumpee bit their lip to prevent the whimper threatening to escape. They heard the young master shift above them, and they shakily moved onto their hands and knees into a full bow before him. Angling their head down, they tremulously choked out,

"P-Please forgive me, Master! I promise I didn't mean to bump into you!"

They breathed wetly, not daring to look up or move, but still, against their will, trembling. they didn't know how to convince Master that they were so so sorry may they please not be punished yet it was too soon.

But it was their fault, they should never have been foolish enough to err this easily so they deserved it and they were just the type of slut to mess up so easily. They couldn't hear anything above them so they were just left to wonder what response the master would give as he stared and stared and stared at their trembling-

"Are you..."

Their body and thoughts froze when they heard his voice above them. He was now going to ream at their, to deal out their punishment-

"...scared?"

“…”

A pause. Whumpee blinked. Their hyperventilation slowed for a minute, and then quickly picked back up.

What kind of question was that?

Their eyes darted around, as their mind sought purchase on something that made sense in this confusion.

Whumpee…had no idea how to answer that. No one had ever asked them a question like that before. Were they supposed to be scared? Should they affirm being terrified, shaking in fear at the power their master held, at the knowledge that he could and would do whatever he pleased to them and that they must sit there and take it like a good slave because they were the one who messed up in the first place? He had total control over them and their life, after all, and they knew their place. Frankly, they were terrified and were certain it could be seen.

But maybe the point was for them to deny it. To say they weren’t afraid because how dare they be afraid of their master doing something he was well within his rights to do? Something they deserved.

Their head ached with all the battling thoughts and struggles, and they felt themself growing light with dizziness. What did Master want-

“Tell me the truth.”

Whumpee’s stomach flipped.

“Y-Yes!..”

Their breathing labored and they fought with the effort to keep themself still despite their shaking. They still didn’t dare look up, the confusion of the atmosphere weighing on their mind.

“Why?”

Whumpee blinked.

“B-Because…”

Why? Why was he asking them this? No one had ever cared. Whumpee didn’t want to answer. Didn’t want to let it out and be more vulnerable than they already were.

But they had to answer. Their eyes drifted to the side.

“I’m s-scared of what you m-might do to m-me.” they stuttered out, not quite daring to whisper, but quiet all the same.

They immediately closed their eyes. Was that disrespectful? They shouldn’t have insinuated him hurting them. Oh, they were a fool for talking to a master about his decisions on them. Why couldn’t they have lied? Said anything less presumptuous, less risky. But, they sniffled, they were scared, and they’d tried to do it tactfully, they just really didn’t want to dare lie to the young master now but still-

Their internal fears and ramblings passed the eerily silent time until they heard a footstep. Peeking an eye open, they realized Young Master had taken a step closer on the floor.

To them.

Panic flooded them and instantly they squeezed their eyes shut again.

A light touch brushed their shoulder. Whumpee tensed. The sensation left and the anxiety automatically flowed out from their body. But then the touch came back, somehow even lighter and more gentle than before, but also more confident.

Idiot. How could they think they were safe-

A surprisingly strong arm quickly and softly pulled them, drawing them upwards off the floor. It maneuvered their shakingly pliant limbs, and before they understood what was going on, they were stood weakly, being held in Young Master’s arms. The young master wrapped his arm around them, bracing them against him as they shook so badly they could barely stand, his other hand holding up their face so they were face to face with him, if not for their still closed eyes.

What was happening. What was happening?

“What’s your name, and how old are you?”

“M-My name is Whumpee, and I’m 17, Young Master.”

Silence.

“Look at me.”

Shoot.

Slowly, Whumpee’s eyes quivered open. For the first time, they were face to face with the Young Master.

It was terrifying.

Dark eyes met them back. The Young Master was as they thought, young, and a closer look at his face only confirmed this. He was taller than them only by a little bit and his gaze was resolutely intent as he stared at them.

Their skin flushed at the closeness they could no longer try to avoid by not seeing. They really did not want to be forced to look at him. But they had no choice…

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

Whumpee nearly choked. Their heart skipped a beat.

W-What? I-I…

Their eyes grew wild, searching Master’s face. His expression was just as serious and firm as before, something underneath it that they didn’t dare try to interpret. Fear seeped into them. They didn’t understand and not understanding was the worst thing that could happen when dealing with a master.

“You don’t have to be afraid.” His voice rang out.

Whumpee twitched. They hurriedly avoided eye contact with the young master, turning to the side and trying to control their breathing. It wasn’t working. They couldn’t keep their trembling under wraps because the situation was just so weird but they had to obey Master and not look like they were-

“I can tell you don’t believe me by the way you’re shaking.”

Blood drained from their face as their eyes darted back to Master, the fear making his gaze appear stone cold. He knew they were faking. They squeezed their eyes shut. Please no punishment.

“Have you…”

Their eyes peeked open.

“Been hurt before?”

Hesitantly, whumpee looked askance. “Yes, Master.” they muttered, quivering. As if they weren’t a slave.

They could feel him staring at them in silence.

Why is he asking me these questions? I-Is he really not going to…hurt me?

“Whumpee.”

Their shaky gaze traveled back to their terrifying master. Who was still holding them.

“Don’t be scared of me.” He spoke, vaguely, strangely, softly. For the second time they caught something odd in his eye. Something they couldn’t make out. They didn’t dare to. “I’ll never hurt you.”

Again, Whumpee found themselves not knowing what to do, how to respond. Could they trust him? He was their owner, after all.

He can still do whatever he wants with me.

Whumpee’s face clouded over.

After a pause, Master spoke. “I’ll let you go now.” But it was distant.

They were too caught up in their thoughts, brought back too much to the knowledge of all the things he could do to them and they would have no power to do anything about it because they belonged to him. Whumpee held their arm, drawing in on themself.

They waited. And waited longer. Master just stood in the silence.

“Don’t you want to leave?”

“I was waiting for your order,” they replied quietly, “or command, Master.”

“You…” they heard him sigh, “You can be excused. I’ll eat.”

“Yes, Master.” they whispered, bowing, and hurriedly turning to walk as quickly as they dared out of the room.

It was only after they left that they noticed Master hadn’t hurt them.

#slavery tw #minor whump #whump #slave whump #conditioned whumpee #whump writing

[mackeydoodledoo]

Fixation

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda ever since she began her time as an Avenger. You considered yourself unspecial compared to everyone else. Even when she chose Vision over you, you never stopped finding Wanda so fascinating to you. 

Warnings: MoM spoilers, Angst, Self-Esteem/Mental Health Issues

A/n: If you haven’t watched MoM yet, I recommend skipping this until you watch it. 

Unconditionally - Katy Perry

Key: +*+ = Time skips

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                        -Post Winter Soldier-

Through your mother, she would tell the story of how she met your father. She would often tell you a tale of how ‘special’ people like you and your father would find their form of soulmate. They would find themselves fixated on a specific person, to the point where they would become anyone they wanted them to be.

“The real challenge was for the person to reciprocate the feelings back,” You explain, “Well, call it a little stalker-ish... But, my father got lucky with my mom.”

“Who was your father again?” Natasha asks

“Never met him...” You say, “But, my mother would always tell me how he was the sweetest guy ever. Gave her everything she desired, not just by a snap of his fingers like a king would to woo the heart of their potential queen. He actually worked towards getting her the finer things in life.”

“You being one of them?” She asks

“Guess so,” You smile

                       -Age of Ultron- 

You were split from Clint Barton as you, him, Thor, Steve and Natasha were attempting to stop Ultron and his sentries from taking the Vibranium. But the challenge were his two accomplices: Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. 

-The Girl tried to warp my mind, it would take special care to keep her at bay, I doubt a human could do it. Fortunately, I am Mighty-

Thor says over the comms.

Oh we’ll see about that buddy...

 You became determined. To prove to a god that you, a measly human could keep a woman with telepathic powers at bay. However, finding her was the trick. She could have been anywhere. 

-Y/n, get back to the ship. This could get hairy...-

Natasha became the mother figure you needed ever since losing your own, and since joining the Avengers. However, you still weren’t at full extent with your powers. 

I have to do this... I want to prove my worth to everyone...

Natasha was basically a highly skilled former assassin, Clint had perfect eyesight when it came to a bow and arrow, Bruce was a walking time bomb of Green Anger, Thor was a god, Steve was a super soldier and Tony had a suit of armor he could modify with ease.. You weren’t sure why you were still in this band of people with superior abilities, or why they still wanted you there. 

“It just...” a feminine voice pulls you out of your own self-doubting thoughts

You turn your head towards the voice and there she was... Wanda Maximoff.

“Bounced off...” She says, when she realizes that you had no reaction to her magic

“Well, when you already picture your own self-doubt and fears your little mind controlling thing is very inefficient,” You explain, lightly chuckling 

Wanda couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. Even on the field, even if she was your enemy, you couldn’t help but smile at her little giggle. However, even though you were too fixated on the way she laughed, she tries once more to mind-control you. But like the first time, she watches it bounce right off of you.

“Still not gonna work lovely,” You say

Before you could attempt to bring her in, you thought too late as her speed-powered brother comes to her rescue; punching you, knocking your face onto the ground.

+*+

You continuously thought about your small interaction with Wanda back in Africa as you sit in the field of Clint’s house. 

“Clint said you came out here,” Natasha comes up to you

“Nat... Is it odd that I found myself... Fixated on that Wanda girl?” You ask, “It’s like she won’t get out of my head...”

“Maybe she really got to you when she hit you with her mind control trick,” Natasha suggests, sitting next to you

‘That’s the thing... Nat, she tried doing that, twice. But, they didn’t work both times,” You explain

“You already must be going through some dark shit then,” Natasha tries to pass it off as a mood enlightener

However, she looks at you and see no reaction, her smile drops.

“Oh my god y/n, I’m so sorry I-I thought-” She immediately tries to comfort you

“I haven’t even discovered who I am, my powers are still manifesting, I don't know why any of you actually enjoy having me here or unless I am so that I could be used as some kind of secret weapon against these two kids...” You try to spew everything at once

You begin curling yourself into an upward fetal position as you begin uncontrollably hyperventilating.

“Hey Hey Hey y/n it’s okay,” Natasha wraps an arm around you, trying to comfort you

“Who the hell am I?!” You sob

“Y/n, y/n look at me,” Natasha shifts her body to sit in front of you

You finally look up and look at her.

“You are y/n y/l/n,” Natasha explains, “Daughter of an amazing mother and share the special traits of your father. It’s okay that you don’t know who you are yet. You still have a whole entire life ahead of you. I’m with you every step of the way.”

+*+

“You,” Pietro calls out to you

You were in the middle of putting on some Armor.

“Me?” You ask

He nods, “I need you to do me a huge favor,” He says

“Shoot,” You say

“My sister seems very fixated with you,” He says, “I always see you at her side. But, seeing her smile when you're around... That’s something my sister hasn’t been able to do in a very long time.”

“You’re implying?” You ask, not catching on to what he was implying

“I need you to look after Wanda, should anything happen to me,” He says, “Although that’s not the goal. But, my point is, just in case.”

“Deal,” You say, “Name’s y/n by the way.”

+*+

“I got her back Pietro,” You tell him, “Don’t worry.”

Wanda looks over at you from across the key, looking at you in absolute awe.

“It’s you and me,” You smile at her

+*+

You snatch Wanda up into your arms and use whatever leg power you had left. However, you found yourself shifting through a black haze; you were on one of the cargo ships that Nick Fury launched to bring the civilians to the hellicarrier. 

“Wands are you okay?” You ask, looking down at her, still holding her in your embrace

“Yeah, I’m okay,” She replies, looking up at you, “How... How did you do that?”

“I... Don’t know,” You answer, “What matters more is that we’re safe.”

                      -Civil War-

You run over to Wanda as she comes back to consciousness after getting hit with a sonic ray, you pull her into your arms.

“Hey hey are you okay?!” You ask her, attempting to check her for any noticeable wounds

“I’m okay y/n,” She smiles

You two hear the footsteps of the German government coming to apprehend you and your team. You honestly were neutral about choosing to be on team Rogers or Stark. But when you saw that Wanda chose to be on Steve’s side, after Vision attempted to keep her at the complex, you immediately followed behind her. No real reason. Just Wanda. 

“I’m sorry... To the both of you,” Vision comes up to the both of you

“Us too,” You say, knowing Wanda felt reluctant enough

You hear the German government come even closer...

Wanda doesn’t deserve to be locked up again...

The small team coming for you and Wanda stop. Both Wanda and Vision look at you; the brown of your eyes turned a bright blue flame. Your field of vision towards the civilians.

“Y/n... Stop,” Vision calmly instructs you

However, you were in a trance-like state. As if you didn’t hear him, you easily lift Wanda into your arms as you begin easily walking straight past them. A familiar black haze forms a portal as you and Wanda disappear into the other side. 

                       -Infinity War-

You were returning to your shared apartment with Wanda after running out to get dinner. However, when you look up to your window, you saw her with Vision, in a loving embrace. You knew Vision came to visit Wanda often. But, you noted how they became even closer. 

Ouch...

However, even after Vision leaves, everything was seemingly normal between you and Wanda.

“Y/n, what’s on your mind?” Wanda comes up to you

“Nothing,” You lie, smiling

“Promise?” She asks, looking up at you

“Promise,”You smile down at her

+*+

You were waiting for Wanda to return from a date with Vision. It was another evening by yourself, even though Wanda promised to have an evening with you. However, you weren’t surprised at that point. You just wanted to make sure that Wanda had a good time.

~

“Even if the one fell for someone else, you never really fall out of love for them. You just simply become someone they can turn to when they need someone. Whether that is actually their lover or a very close, trusting friend,” Your mother explains

“Won’t it hurt?” You ask her

“Most likely,” She answers, “But, you never really think of yourself. You really think of them over everything else. You would want them to be happy. So you do everything in your power to make them feel as such, even if they have someone in their life. having them know they have one other person that cares about them as much would mean everything to them.”

~

You thought about how your mother explained the legend of ‘special’ people like you and your father find their soulmate. However, you’ve found yourself fixated on Wanda for the last couple of years, even when she found herself fixated on Vision. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you hear a blast in the distance. You go up to the window and see flashes of red light and two bodies falling from the sky.

Shit!

+*+

“Y/n, I need to ask you for a huge favor,” Vision walks up to you

Wanda attempts to walk up to the both of you so that she could listen in.

“In private,” He turns to Wanda

You look up at him, confused. Ever since the attack, Wanda has been nearly at his side, even throughout the complex. Vision lead you through an empty hallway, looking over to the direction you two had walked through, making sure Wanda didn’t secretly follow.

“I don’t think they’ll be able to get the stone out of my head quick enough before Thanos reaches it,” Vision says, “Wanda though... She’s going to need someone to keep her company once I’m gone...”

“What are you asking Vis?” You ask

“I’m asking you,” He begins, getting on both of his knees

He doesn’t make eye contact with you. As if feeling some kind of shame, he looks down at the ground.

“Please,” He begs, “I need you to look after Wanda once I’m gone. Should something happen to me. She has experienced enough loss. I know after this one, I don’t know if she’ll ever recover from it. I’m asking you to be at her side through everything. Promise me y/n... For Wanda’s sake...”

But, she’ll never be truly happy with me...

That was what you wanted to tell him. You wanted to also tell him that you and the team weren’t going to let him die and that they will figure out a way for him to live and that Wanda would be happy.

“Deal,” Was what came out of your mouth

+*+

“Wanda...” Your first thought comes out of your mouth as you regain consciousness

Your vision comes to... Vision... His lifeless... Grey body... 

No no no no...

However, once you look up, Wanda was turning to dust...

“Wanda!” You yelp, launching yourself 

You outreach your arm right as Wanda fully disappears. Your heart thumped against your temples as you try to process the fact that Wanda was dusted right in front of your eyes, under Vision’s lifeless body. You back yourself into a tree as you let out a blood curdling scream, running your fingers roughly across your scalp, through your hair. 

“WANDA!!!!” You repeatedly scream

It wasn’t until Natasha was the first one to pull you into an embrace, trying to calm you down.

                     -Wandavision-

“Stop!” You cry out 

The soldiers lower their guns as they stand there. Wanda looks at the irises of their eyes; a familiar blue flame color in them. They move out of the way, making a pathway for you as you appear before Wanda. Her eyes widen as she watches you approach her.

“You’re with them?” She asks you

“No,” You answer, “By may own free will. I didn’t know they were going to do this... I’m here so I can bring you home...”

“I am home,” She tells you

“Keeping all of these people here against their will?” You ask, “I know that you always talked about wanting a life of where you don’t have to be afraid of your own powers, to be who you are...”

Wanda looks at you, unamused.

“I don’t know what’s harder: trying to get you to come to your senses or traveling the world to find you,” You confess

“You... Traveled the world?... To find me?” Wanda asks

You look at her in total surprise, she really thought you gave up after Tony’s funeral.

“Yeah,” You say, “It wasn’t easy to do. Everyone wasn’t willing to answer, or they would intentionally avoid me when I would ask about you... Until Monica contacted me.”

“So you are with them?!” Wanda’s scary demeanor coming back

“No,” You say, “I’m here for you. I don’t give a rat’s ass about what their goals are. One thing I know for sure is that I found you and I’m not going anywhere until you come home.”

“I am home now,” Wanda repeats, “And you don’t have to be without me again.”

She takes a hold of you with her magic, strings of red wrapping around your arms so that you wouldn’t use your pwn powers against her. She begins dragging you along back into the Hex.

                   -Multiverse of Madness-

You return your horse back to his stable after a day out in the field.

“Y/n y/l/n,” Dr. Strange calls your name

You sigh and turn around to face the Sorcerer.

“Dr. Strange,” You smile, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“I need your help,” He says

“What kind of desperate help are you in need of now?” You ask

You didn’t mean to call him weak like that but, that was how it came out.

“Wanda Maximoff has turned evil,” He bluntly states

You stop washing your dishes and slowly turn around. Unholy anger begins building up in you as you turn to look at him.

“Tell me you’re lying,” You say, practically growling

“Y/n... Calm down, let me explain,” He says

You look down and see a blue flame-like haze beginning to form around your hands.

“You’ve worked with her the most,” He says

“That’s an understatement,” You say

It was true. You were the last person she is very close with, maybe the only person. You would think Clint Barton would have checked on Wanda, but, after Westview, he didn’t even attempt to try and talk some sense into her, that was you. 

“I’ve been trying to look after her ever since I promised to Vision that I’d be there for her. But it’s hard when she continues running off...” You sigh, “You still didn’t properly explain to me why you insulted Wanda by calling her an evil being.”

“Have you heard of the Darkhold?” He asks

“That book that Wanda was reading?” You ask

”You allowed her to read that?!” Dr. Strange asks, furious

“Strange, I only know so much about the type of magic you work with,” You say, “I was born with mine and I still haven’t even manifested the full extent of them.”

“The Darkhold has the ability to corrupt the reader,” He explains, “I came to Wanda, attempting to have her help us take down the demons after America Chavez who has the power to travel through the multiverse.”

You think back to the moment you and Wanda heard her kids’ voices...

“And since you were the one who allowed her to read that, you can right it by helping us stop her from breaking all laws of natural order,” He demands

“I’m pretty sure this is now a ‘I’m not asking, I’m telling’ kind of situation yeah?” You ask

He nods.

“Okay...” You sigh, “Let’s go.”

+*+

You didn’t know when you hit the ground of Mount Wundagore after attempting to talk to Wanda once more, but you knew that your life was slipping before your very eyes. 

I didn’t even tell... Wanda how I felt... 

After the amount of times she threatened you, captured you, even hurt you, you knew better. You knew better than anyone now of what she has been going trough. 

“You’re really giving up here?” A male voice calls

Who?...

A beam  of light crackles from beneath the earth’s crust.

Satan?...

“Close enough,” He says, “I’m actually your dad. King of the Underworld, overseer of the deceased souls.”

Hades?...

“Not quite either,” He says, “Now are you going to let your sorry ass die here, or will you fight for the one you love?”

How the hell a I going to do that? I can’t move my entire body, I’m slipping into death, And I’m on the ground... She’s all the way up there...

“Fully manifest your powers, save her from the influence of the Darkhold,” He says, “Break her out of your senses.”

How?.. 

“No longer question yourself,” He tells you, “Believe in yourself. Never be afraid of who you are.”

+*+

Wanda was continuing to absorb America’s powers. Still clinging onto the hope that she’d be able to be with Billy and Tommy.

“Stop this!” Your voice booms throughout the temple

She looks up towards the cliff and nearly stops. Wanda was attempting to read you... You seemed... Different. Not entirely but, the energy didn’t match what was before. But, the giant beings began putting themselves in front of Wanda, preventing you from getting to her.

“Don’t start,” You speak to them

With a simple wave of your hand; illuminated in a bright blur/black angelic ray of light outline, the beings fall behind you, over the cliff.

“Would Vision want this for you?” You ask, “How would Billy and Tommy see you after what you’ve become?”

“Don’t speak to me about them!” She spits at you, “You don’t know the amount amount of loss I have suffered! You will never understand!”

“Actually,” You start, “I understand it all too well... I never met my father whom I literally just met 2 minutes ago, lost my birth mother to an aneurysm, and my mother figure to a goddamn stone. I understand completely... Wanda...”

“Then I’ll just drop you off in a reality where you can live with them all,” Wanda attempts to negotiate with you

“I don’t want that,” You confess, walking even closer, “Because there is something more that I could ever want in this reality and this one alone...”

“And what could that possibly be?” She asks

You don’t give her a straightforward answer but give her a straightforward stare. 

“W-Wanda Maximoff is gone,” She attempts to hide her blush, “Only the Scarlet Witch is left!!”

“No,” You say, reaching the other end of the enchantment table, “I know you’re still in there Wands... I know you are,”

“You are so naive,” She attempts to hurt you, “You always attempt to find the good in people even when the good in them is clearly gone.”

“You never doubted the good in me, when I didn’t see it myself,” You say, “What makes you think that I’ll doubt your goodness?”

You know it sounded quite selfish of you. But, what else could have been said? You loved her, deeply. The idea of her leaving you behind for another universe with her kids that weren’t even hers hurts enough. 

“I don’t get it,” Wanda begins breaking

“Don’t get what?” You ask, beginning to walk around the table

“Why are you doing this?” She asks, “I’ve hurt you countless times, left you countless times for Vision 

+*+

You groan as your vision comes to. You don’t know how long you’ve been out for however, you hear screaming.

Wanda...

You immediately bolt onto your feet and rush toward the portal. But stop. Your Wanda fell to the ground. When you look ahead of her, you notice... Another Wanda, with Billy and Tommy.

“Wanda?” You ask

Both look at you. You actually didn’t specify to whom, but your Wanda noticed how you were staring at the other Wanda.

“Wanda!” A similar voice calls out

Another you... Rushes through the kitchen, immediately embracing Wanda and the boys. 

“What happened to you?!” Other you holds Other Wanda’s face in your hands

“I’m okay,” She says, caressing other you’s face, “I’m okay love.”

Love?...

You watch as other Wanda begins to make her way over to your Wanda; Billy and Tommy attempting to keep her from approaching her other variant. 

“It’s okay boys,” She assures her kids

Other You attempted to hold her back as well, but you watch her console the other you, so lovingly... Something you never gotten from your Wanda... You watch her walk up to your version of herself and gently raise her fingers to caress her doppelgängers cheek. 

“Know that they’ll be loved,” She tells your Wanda

Her vision changed to you.

“Though it took time... For her and I,” Other Wanda gestures to the other you, “But, I love you... In every universe...”

Her hand reaches up to brush her fingers against your cheek. Tears streamed down your face as the portal began to close. 

“I opened the Darkhold...” Wanda states, levitating herself onto her throne, “I have to be the one to close it.”

You, America, and Wong were preparing to head back to Kamar-Taj to regroup however, when you turned around to check if Wanda was right behind you, she isn’t.

“Go, y/n,” She tells you

You turn back to face Wong and America.

“I got it from here,” You smile at them, watching America close the portal

You run back up to her, attempting to grab at her arm. However, you look around you and notice how Wanda wasn’t going to move.

“Wanda come on!” You gesture

“I’ve hurt too many people,” She cries, “You should leave while you still have the chance.”

Not again... 

You hp up onto the throne, facing the opposite of Wanda. You attempt to gain a grip on her shoulders as she tries to force you off of her.

“What are you doing y/n?! Get out while you still can!” Wanda screams, trying to push you away

“NOT AGAIN!” You scream, finally breaking, “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than with you in this damn world!”

Wanda stops pushing you and stares.

“You really want to be with someone who has been mistreating you all your life?” She asks

“I don’t care if you’ve mistreated me,” You say, “Mistreat me, make me pissed the hell off, hell, even shatter my heart into a million pieces! I made a promise to Vision... To your Brother... Even vowed to myself that I wouldn't ever let you be by yourself... I love you Wanda.”

You shut the gap between your face and Wanda’s. She widens her eyes as the bright light begins to darken. She realizes silver-y grey wings began appearing before you.

“You... Have wings?” Wanda pulls away 

You turn your head over your shoulders. 

“Huh... That makes sense on how I can fly,” You say, shrugging

“You just now see them too?” She asks

“Well... Guess I never could find a way to believe in myself,” You chuckle, “Knowing you do too guess it’s now visible to us...”

Your arms wrap around Wanda as she continues to bring Mount Wundagore crumbling down. You didn’t know what was going to happen, but you didn’t care. You were with Wanda now. That was all that mattered to you.

“It’s You and Me,” You say

Epilogue

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #mcu #female reader #multiverse of madness #dr strange #multiverse saga #scarlet witch x fem!reader #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #multiverse of madness spoilers

[crepe-of-wrath]

Very Silly Wish Fulfillment with Alucard (Again)

Notes: Work contains explicit material, but more foreplay/build-up as opposed to direct smut

***

You'd lost track of how many times Alucard asked you if you were sure you truly were ready for him to come to you when he was in that sort of state. He didn't want to hurt you, he explained, and sometimes he did not have full control when he came back to the Manor still keyed-up from his work, with his senses heightened, once again reminded of how powerful and fundamentally horrifying he was.

But you had insisted.

Even still, he'd asked you again, just before he left, and you'd pulled him close, whispering, "If you don't, I fear I shall combust. Please, Alucard." His breath had gotten heavy for a second or two when you begged and clasped his arm as hard as you could.

He had said nothing, merely bowing as he took your leave.

You knew Alucard would be gone for hours and you genuinely tried to distract yourself with rote tasks, but it was pointless. Less than an hour after he left, you were in your room trying on every combination of makeup you owned, making sample cards of your perfumes, and discarding various silken things.

For the longest time, you were debating between your makeup in pinks and corals and between nighties in gentle colors like mauve and gold and mossy green, but it did not feel right. Tonight was to be about unbridled lust. Bloodlust. There was only one option.

It was the simplest silk nightie you owned, without a single bit of ornament. But true royal Tyrian purple, the color of goddesses and empresses, needed no ornamentation. All it needed was a swipe of your deepest red lipstick and a spritz or two of your most alluring perfume: smoky, resinous, and with a hint of indolic jasmine. You went into your bedroom and laid down on the bed, which was dressed in black silk. You looked at yourself in the mirror: in the candlelight, you looked like you were wearing molten blood.

You were ready for the king to take what was his.

The wait was agony. Every time you closed your eyes because you ached so badly in your core, your mind conjured up images of what he would look like, how his his huge frame would fill up the doorway, how his ebony hair would be long and vital, how his skin would positively glisten in the nighttime. Would he still have the jacket, or would he have already thrown it aside in his haste? Would his tie be loosened, his shirt unbuttoned...his sleeves rolled up? What filthy things would he command you do to with that voice of his?

You were a soaking mess, overstimulated and aroused, writhing on the mattress, pressing your thighs together so that you would not come until Alucard was there to make you beg and worship and scream.

Just as your started to fear he would not come, you heard something in the hall: footsteps, heavy and real. The realization that you would soon be devoured by Alucard's lust came so close to sending you over the edge that you bit down on your finger.

It bled. Just a little, but it bled.

A growling laugh rang through the hallway, and you swore you heard gasps and other doors in the hall shutting quickly. Alucard appeared in your room like magic.

When you looked into his eyes, your desire shrank in the face of your terror. In a mere moment, you now genuinely understood what he was and what you had gotten yourself into. The very atmosphere of the room seemed bent to his superhuman will. Reddish-brown blood from the hapless creatures he had destroyed stained his clothing, his fangs were on full display, he had the Jackal tucked in his waist and it had never looked so scary.

His crimson coat was apparently long gone, and he tore his suit jacket off as he took in your entire body. He advanced toward you slowly, pausing with every step to loosen his tie, or undo a vest button, clearly enjoying and finding arousal in your fright.

He had warned you, oh God, he had warned you, but you hadn't listened. He would be upon you soon and it would be over. You would become just another cautionary tale, a foolish girl who thought she could be like Sir Integra and play with this monster.

Alucard took one last heavy step toward you. His shirt was still tucked in, with his black tresses flowing over the collar, but it was mostly unbuttoned, showing off his lean muscles. It was almost as if he was taunting you, reminding you that you had no hope of stopping him from taking what he wanted. As a final humiliation and sign of your total submission, the tiniest little electric flutters flitted through your insides. Alucard started laughing and stopped to breathe it all in.

A tear trickled down your face as you turned your neck to him, hoping he would at least be quick. When he leaned over to get close, the last shred of courage you had failed and you closed your eyes, held your breath, and waited for the sensation of a sharp bite. Instead, there was a thud on the floor.

You let out a shallow, ragged breath and forced your eyes open. Alucard was on one knee, like the most chivalric of knights. Your head was spinning, as you were still frightened and a little intoxicated as you tried to contemplate the magnificence and might of the man before you. He had your hand, tiny and frail in his own, and he raised it slowly--so, so slowly--until you could feel his breath ghost against the back of your hand. His own fingers were so gentle, and you started breathing deeply as he finally pressed his lips into your hand. Your body shuddered, and you could not suppress a moan.

Alucard spoke: "What is your desire, my lady?"

Words and thoughts failed you for a moment. His eyes were still boring into you, devouring your essence, but he moved not a muscle. Finally, you somehow found the will to breathe, to force air through your vocal cords, to speak:

"I would have a dance, my lord."

"Then we shall dance. To please my lady is my greatest delight." He said the words, but you were still a little unsure. You had never heard Alucard sound so husky, never seen him so close to the line of control. When he did not immediately move, your fear spiked again. The air was so heavy with his want you feared you would choke.

The stillness broke. Alucard plucked you off the mattress as though you were weightless, and you instinctually pulled yourself close to him as he gracefully arced you toward some open floor. As your feet touched down, he already had your arm elegantly posed, his arm secure around his waist, and had begun a waltz.

Fear receded as arousal ran rampant.

#alucard x reader #alucard imagine #alucard hellsing #hellsing alucard #alucard x you #hand kisses #alucard simping #my writing #yes i will absolutely play along with alucard's mistress/servant thing thank u very much #literally wrote this bc a post about hand kisses came up on my dash

[deathmetalunicorn1]

That newest record fo Ragnarok one, the one with reader and overprotective Fenrir, is adorable. Can I have more of that w/ other gods? Shiva, Hermes, Loki, etc

-You were a forest goddess, watching over travelers who ventured into your maze of trees, guiding them out.

-You were known for your kind heart and powerful magic, but mostly you were known for your giant wolf that was the size of a small elephant, your protector, your partner, as he had been by your side for as long as you could remember.

-The reason behind Feni’s reputation was not due to his size, but due to her protectiveness of you and his dislike of others, except children.

-If you were guiding someone who had gotten lost in your forest out, he was fine, but if this person was bothering you, as in not leaving, he had no issues just picking you up and dragging you away, growling at the offender.

Shiva- Just started wandering around, bored out of his mind, following the path of a large and lush forest, enjoying the quiet sounds of the animals around him. It wasn’t until he realized he was lost until he had come across a lake, jumped in to cool off, before realizing he had no idea which was the path was. He thought about just charging through, knocking over any trees or other plants in his way, but just as he decided to start getting pumped up, you walked out, Feni behind you as you smiled warmly at him, “I thought I felt someone was playing around in my forest~” Shiva beamed warmly at you, being friendly as you offered to show him the way out and he immediately accepted. He was quick to find out that you were a total sweetie, so kind and pure, he wanted to see more of you, maybe bring his wives the next time so they could meet you as well. Feni could see Shiva slowly walking closer and closer to you, closing the distance between the two of you, as Shiva started to flirt a bit with you, “Your forest is very peaceful but also beautiful, just like you!” which in turn made you blush cutely, showing him that you were a bit shy. Feni had enough and was quick to butt him, putting himself between Shiva and you. Shiva tried to get around, but Feni just ran circles around him, keeping the god away from you while you just giggled lightly, thinking they were playing. Shiva knew he had to figure out how to win Feni over first, if he was going to win you over as well.

Hermes- He often took long walks, mainly to clear his mind but to also relax, getting away from the other gods, enjoying some peace and quiet. He had never been to your forest before but had heard about it from children who visited often, it sounded like the perfect place to hide away for a little bit. The path through the forest was very well maintained, clear and clean, making for a smooth walk, and the number of trees and flowers around worked wonders in calming his nerves. That is until he walked the path, hearing a waterfall and became hopelessly lost. Hermes threw his hands up and sat on a rock, pouting, as he didn’t want to deal with the situation he was now in at the moment, choosing instead to enjoy the little waterfall. His keen hearing picked up on footsteps nearby, turning his head and he saw a young maiden accompanied by a giant wolf coming out of the trees. You smiled warmly at him, “My trees told me that you were lost. May I assist you?” Hermes was grateful for the help, instantly agreeing before you introduced yourselves to each other. Hermes found you so soothing, but also intelligent, he was able to hold such nice conversations with you. Once back at the entrance, Hermes bowed at the waist, taking one of your hands to peck the back of it, but Feni quickly put his head on top of your hands, blocking the affection which made Hermes laugh, thinking it was amusing, until Hermes saw the look Feni was giving to him, a look of protection, one that said ‘stay away’. That just made Hermes want to try even harder!

Loki- Actually found you first before you found him, after getting lost in your forest, he took to the skies, flying around and saw a beautiful maiden and he had to go and say hello. However, your first meeting with Loki was painful for him, as he didn’t see the giant wolf laying nearby, under the shade of a large tree while you were weaving a flower crown. Feni and Loki were introduced first, after Feni leapt up and knocked Loki out of the sky before he could get to you. You tended to the lump on Loki’s head while he was glaring at Feni, the two locked in a silent argument, apologizing on behalf of Feni, but Loki was quick to see why you friend was so protective over you. You were so sweet and doting, not at all bothered by his harmless pranks, as he never did anything cruel to you, finding you to be a ray of sunshine, one he wanted to bask in for the rest of his days. However, there was an obstacle standing between you and Loki, one he was determined to overcome. Feni didn’t like Loki getting close to you, when you would walk Loki to the entrance of your forest, Feni was right between you, and if Loki tried to get close to you he would either pick Loki up by the back of his shirt and toss him away from you, or pick you up and start trotting away, leaving Loki to chase after you. You’ve tried getting Feni to stop this behavior, but so far with no luck. Loki was someone who didn’t give up easily however, and he didn’t plan to, wanting you more and more.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror shiva #ror hermes #ror loki

[fungifanart]

Consequences

Characters: Male reader, Yuu!reader, Grim, Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia

Cw: Angst

Notes: We're nearing the end, friends! I can definitively say that the next part will be the last (for better or worse)

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 4)

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The week has finally come to a close and Malleus couldn't be happier...or more nervous.

Following Kingscholar and Lilia's advice was agonizing as it meant not being able to see the Prefect for a whole week following the party, but after taking that time to plan out his apology down to the letter, Malleus is confident that he'll be able to reclaim his greatest treasure flawlessly!

.......But what if he doesn't?

No. Impossible.

The idea that he'd fail now is so ludicrous that he can’t help but laugh.

Once classes let out for the day, Malleus frantically scans the crowd of students in the hallway until he spots a familiar head of hair accompanied by a mass of grey fur walking away from him.

"Y/N!" Malleus calls out as he makes his way through the hall to the other man, who turns around upon hearing his name.

The Prefect looks at Malleus in surprise before changing his expression to look at him with a cold glare, "Los--*ahem* Oh my! What could the great and powerful Malleus Draconia want with little old me?" He says in a mock-surprised tone, which hurts, but not as much as being separated from him.

"Y/N, I must ask that you accompany me." Malleus says while gently taking hold of his free hand, "There's something important I must speak to you about."

A moment of silence passes as the Prefect's eyes bore directly into Malleus's, searching for any hint of malicious intent, before Grim's voice cuts in.

"Myah! And why should he?! You've been nothing but trouble for him lately--" Grim tries to argue, but is stopped by the Prefect.

"Stand down, Grim." He says calmly, "I'll take care of this. You just go study with Ace and Deuce or something and if I don't message them by nightfall, get a search party together."

Malleus feels his heart throb with guilt, but pushes forward regardless, "Please, follow me."

The moments spent walking towards their destination seem to stretch on for an awkward eternity until they finally arrive at the woods just outside of Ramshackle dorm.

Once they stop walking, the Prefect faces Malleus and crosses his arms impatiently, "Alright, Mr. Draconia. You gonna tell me what you dragged me all the way out here for? Don't tell me you're actually kidnapping me again?"

"I...would like to formally apologize to you." Malleus says while bowing towards the other man.

"...Go on." The Prefect says with an unreadable expression.

"It was truly the height of foolishness to transport you to the Spectral Realm without so much as consulting you first. It was wrong and, while I'm sure that no amount of apologies can restore the trust in me you've lost, you must know that I am truly sorry." Malleus says while maintaining his bow, "Of course, you may rest assured that I've already given apologies to the rest of the student body."

"Is that so? So that makes me the last one to get an apology?" Malleus looks up briefly to see the other man raise his hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"Yes. The actions of yourself and others made me realize that you were FAR from the only one I'd hurt with my own…and I knew I could never face you without having first made amends with the others…" Malleus had planned to finish the apology there, but then his mouth begins spewing more words on its own, "I knew that you'd never talk with me about gargoyles again if I couldn't give a genuine apology. I-I knew you'd never call me 'Lostie' again if I couldn't show you how serious I am."

Malleus isn't supposed to say this much! What will the Prefect think!?

The only sound that can be heard in the next moments is that of the Prefect walking towards him.

Another moment passes quietly before it's broken by the Prefect sighing and beginning to speak, "Raise your head."

Once Malleus does as instructed, his eyes meet the Prefect’s just to see them full of…pity.

"I see you, Malleus. I've heard your apology and I acknowledge your sincerity." He says, causing Malleus's hopes to skyrocket despite his formal tone, "However…"

Malleus's heart practically stops upon hearing that damned word.

"As you've said, simply saying 'I'm sorry' won't magically restore the trust I've lost. What you did, it really hurt me, y'know? The kind of hurt that's gonna take me some time to get past." The man explains calmly while beginning to walk away as Malleus simply stands there in shock.

The Prefect stops at the edge of the clearing to glance back at him, "And so, while I can't forgive you right now, I still greatly appreciate you taking the time to apologize. I'll see you in class…" He faces his head forward and fully leaves the clearing as one final word escapes his lips, "...Lostie."

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Leona leans against the back of one of the trees surrounding the clearing the horned bastard had brought the Prefect to. Normally, he’d be more careful about getting so close to the action for fear of being caught, but he thinks he’ll be fine this time, considering the sounds of sobbing coming from the center of the clearing.

Leona can’t help but feel mildly shocked at this outcome. The Prefect’s got a bit of a reputation around NRC for being a bleeding heart and he can’t deny that the dragon's apology was VERY sincere, so for him to reject it like that, no matter how softly, feels…unnerving. Suddenly, he feels the need to tread more lightly around the herbivore from now on.

However, this hasn't changed Leona's overall feelings. If anything, he knows now more than ever that the Prefect is the one he wants by his side for the rest of his life. And he's not gonna let that horned bastard get in his way.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twst x male reader #malleus x reader #leona x reader #twst malleus #twst leona #twst grim #twst mc #twst yuu #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #why is this mushroom writing fanfics?

[themculibrary]

Protective!Clint Masterlist

Christmas Trees, Webs, and Bows (ao3) - Marvelous_Writer G, 8k

Summary: “Looks like our little friend is awake,” An unfamiliar voice says before he’s aware of a hand on his chin, forcing his limp head up. “Did the little spider have a good nap?”

Peter forces his heavy eyes open, only to squeeze them shut with another groan as pain shoots from behind his eyes, all the way up to his head. He jerks back and dislodges the foreign hand from his face before trying to move away, only to find that he can’t.

He can’t move.

Why can’t he move?

Panic flows through Peter at the sudden realization as he opens his eyes halfway, squinting as he manages to look down at himself, only to discover that he’s tightly wrapped in a string of bright multi-colored Christmas lights tied to... a Christmas tree.

Why is he tied to a Christmas tree?

OR

Peter bites off a little more than he can chew and winds up getting kidnapped by the Tracksuit Mafia, only for a certain someone with a bow and arrow to come to his rescue.

Clint 'Best Hugger' Barton (ao3) - iridescent_solitude G, 8k

Summary: Or 5 times when Clint hugs an Avenger and 1 time when he gets a hug himself.

For her it's not about drinking (ao3) - Luxa08 T, 7k

Summary: When the Avengers return from a mission, they find their youngest member drunk in the living room. After their initial shock they try to find out what lead Wanda to this unusual behavior for her.

Here's a Story About the Power of the Broken (ao3) - TheLittleMermaidDJ T, 24k

Summary: He had been sent to kill the Black Widow. But as he sighted down the arrow something shifted and he suddenly found himself making a different call.

The full origin story of Clint and Natasha that we all want!

i know i'll never get it, there's not a day I won't try (ao3) - paintmeyellow N/R 6k

Summary: “One poacher came out of the woods bloodied and scarred. He practically threw himself at the police stationed near there. He was delusional, the police said. Kept screaming about tentacles grabbing the other poachers.”

He pauses. “And a red mist when they disappeared.”

or: the one where Wanda is alive and she finally gets a hug.

isn't it lovely (all alone) (ao3) - OllieCollie T, 53k

Summary: Peter Parker is all alone. He's doing his best to accept his new life and keep on being that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. But the past continues to haunt him, and Peter's not sure how much more he can take.

Clint Barton knows something's wrong. Following a recent encounter with New York's red-and-blue vigilante, the former Avenger begins to realize he doesn't know who Spider-Man is—not behind the mask, anyway. Puzzled, Clint goes in search of Spider-Man...and some answers.

Love Every Second (Clint) (ao3) - astrokingly clint/laura N/R, 1k

Summary: When the stomach flu strikes the Barton household, Clint finds himself on laundry duty.

One Thing Leads To Another (ao3) - OllieCollie T, 7k

Summary: The ringing goes on for so long that Peter is sure he's gonna die of blood loss before anyone picks up. Yeah, nobody's gonna answer—

A deep, sleepy voice cuts through the thought. "Hello?"

"Oh, shoot, sorry," Peter says hurriedly, hoping he's not slurring his words too much. "It's definitely like, really late, isn't it? Or early, I guess, considering it's two in the morning or something. I don't know—ouch!—but nevermind, all good, all good—"

"Peter. What's wrong?"

He grunts and shifts, moving the crimson-soaked towel to peer at the wound again. "Okay, wow, this should probably not still be bleeding this much."

"Peter." There's clear concern, maybe even some barely-steeled panic in the voice. Dad mode activated. "What happened?"

Maybe he's a little loopy from the blood loss. Just a little. "Uh…" He tries to focus. "Got shot—twice. Kinda fell off a roof."

Nothing Burns Like The Cold (ao3) - SophieRomanoff97 clint/laura T, 26k

Summary: 'It was a fairly uneventful day for Wanda until a blood soaked and dirty assassin stepped through the doors of the compound.'

When Natasha gets back from her latest mission, hurt, broken, and lost, only Wanda and Clint are there to pick up the pieces.

Featuring caring Wanda, awesome Nat, smartass Clint, the Barton family farm and Wanda coming to some revelations about her relationships with her new friends.

Rescue Mission (ao3) - MantaI305ApollosChariot M, 5k

Summary: Wanda and Clint go on an undercover mission to rescue several missing girls and gather information to apprehend the traffickers responsible. Predictably things do not go as planned.

Takes place between Age of Ultron and Civil War.

Smoke Signals (ao3) - Night_Hawk clint/laura G, 8k

Summary: This is Natasha. The real Natasha.

And he’s not happy that she’s upset but he’s so happy that she’s upset.

Natasha Romanoff does not have friends, despite what Clint's feelings are on the matter.

Someone like her (ao3) - BlissfulBethX N/R, 6k

Summary: Once Lucky was safely curled up on the sofa, they emerged onto the street once again and began walking to a place a couple blocks away that Kate promised sold “the best hot dog you will ever have in your life”.  In an effort to remain as anonymous as possible, they went the longer way, avoiding the busier streets and sticking to back alleys.

In retrospect, that was their first mistake.

OR Clint and Kate are attacked and kidnapped and it's up to Clint to get them out. Featuring a very heavily concussed Kate and an extremely worried da- I mean Clint ;)

Something Astray (ao3) - InkpotGod97 pepper/tony, wanda/vision, clint/laura G, 29k

Summary: "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her..."

Wanda, Tony, and Vision are on the run from HYDRA. They don't know who is an ally or an enemy and they can only trust a handful of people. With Wanda still sick and in desperate need of a safe haven, Tony takes charge in hopes of getting her better and finding out the real reason HYDRA wants her back.

But the tension between the Avengers is still in the back of his mind. Trusting Wanda was one thing. Can he learn to trust another rogue hero? And most importantly, where is Steve Rogers?

The One Where Clint is Kate's Weakness (ao3) - JinxQuickfoot M, 34k

Summary: “Well, I have to say. This was much easier than I expected. And I didn’t even have high expectations.”

Kate spun around, ignoring how the concrete scraped at her skin even though the costume, preparing to shoot before she froze instead. Clint was on his knees barely three feet from her, Madam Masque’s gun pressed against his temple. He wasn’t looking at Masque, though. He was looking at her. At her arrow. “You have the shot.”

-

Just as a mission gone wrong shakes Kate's confidence, Clint's old mentor comes into town in search of a mysterious tape. Now it's up to Kate to rescue her partner before the clock runs out.

when all is going wrong and you're scared as hell, what you gonna do? (who you gonna tell?) (ao3) - flavorblastedfishybuisness clint/laura T, 4k

Summary: When Clint is woken up in the middle of the night to a call from one Kate Bishop, he is understandably not impressed.

When he hears her voice, all of that fades away.

Your Mess Is My Mess (That's What Family Is For) (ao3) -Not_So_Mundane_After_All_97 G, 8k

Summary: After Kate spends Christmas and New Year's Day at the Barton's farm, it's time to go back to her old life. When her mother's trial comes just around the corner, she doesn't know whether to reach out for her partner's support or deal with her family drama alone.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #clint barton #masterlists #protective!clint #protective!clint masterlist #protectiveness

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Orange Spider Lily pt.2 | {KokuZan}

(First part is here)

Theme: Angst+Fluff

Note: thanks to da genius who thought of this part (y'all should be thanking them for the fluff, I was going to make this angst and only angst)

Previously:

And it was all Kokushibo's fault. He had failed his master, his boyfriend, the person dearest to him. He had failed and Muzan had died and it was all. His. Fault.

Kokushibo was enraged. With himself and with the world. So, deciding to keep his promise of taking of Muzan's job, he would take down the demon slayer corps. 

He started by turning to the Uppermoons—which were only 5 now—and made them train until they couldn't anymore. He did similar to the Lowermoons, but rather making them go on mission after mission. If any of them died, he found another demon that might be close to the strength of a 12 kizuki and made them a Lowermoon.

He went from demon after demon, sending out on missions that exhausted them to the bone. He went on his own missions as well, telling Nakime to try and track the demon slayers while he, went off on search of the Ubuyashiki's. 

He would go out at night and not waste a single second searching, and during the day time he'd train indoors or in dark places. He trained himself until he fell in a heap of sweat and blood and sharp breaths. 

He needed to be like Yoriichi now. He needed to have his ability to fight. So he forced himself to look back, using Muzan's memories to see how Yoriichi fought. He would have to build a resistence to red katana blades, he realized, as he watched Muzan nearly die at the hands of his brother. 

Nobody living was quite as powerful as Yoriichi had been who might threaten Kokushibo. He could easily kill the Hashira and Ubuyashiki's if he tried. He would just have to find them first.

Kokushibo summoned the 12 kizuki as a whole, a look of fury written on his face. "Tonight.. we'll take down the whole Demon Slayer corps," he said, voice low. "Nakime, continue searching. Douma, eat every last one of the people in your cult. You need strength. Akaza, I do not care if you hate eating women, eat them or find millions of others to eat. Hantengu, let your clones out and train. Gyokko, stop focusing on your useless pottery and start being the Uppermoon you should be. Gyutaro, Daki, do whatever you want at the Entertainment District, but it must involve the two of you strengthening yourselves. Understood?" he asked, glaring at the demons in front of him. 

They all nodded obediently, knowing it was best not to contradict. Kokushibo had been a lot harsher than Muzan had—which was saying something. He seemed constantly furious and upset about something, but he never explained. All he'd told them was that Muzan had made him the leader of the demon's because Muzan apparently had had enough of them and ditched them to be by himself—though none of them believed this, they could say nothing.

Kokushibo nodded as well. "Good. Now go. I will call all of you here in 2 hours." Then he was gone, leaving the 12 kizuki in a state of urgency.

~~~ (Random switch to the demon slayer's POV 💀)

There was a crow. And there was Kagaya.

He called the Hashira to him, along with Shinobu's Tsugoku, Kanao, and a large group of selectively picked demon slayers—mostly people with higher ranks markings. 

"Tonight, the demons will strike," he murmured to them, as they bowed down to him. "Be prepared. I do not wish for any of you to die, although that is a wish that is something I cannot do anything about."

All of the people before Kagaya gave each other looks of confusion. When have the demons not striked? But then Kagaya elaborated, and their hearts dropped cold.

"The most dangerous demons," he said quietly. "The 12 Kizuki. The demon progenitor. He will come."

Every demon slayer present gasped. Muzan? He was coming? 

Kagaya nodded solemnly. "I can feel it." 

It was silent in the garden and no one spoke for a long moment. 

Mitsuri's voice cut out from the silence then, a quivering, high-pitched squeak. "Do you know where they will go for?"

"I have a hunch," Kagaya said. 

"Where?" she asked. 

"Here."

The Hashira's eyes widened and the voices rose in a protest. 

"Then we have to protect you!" Sanemi said.

"No, that is not necessary. You must protect yourselves. Protect each other. I am not of an importance to the corps," Kagaya said. "Please do not make it your priority to protect me."

The Hashira protested, and Kagaya waited a moment before lifting his hand to silence them. 

"I cannot physically do anything. If I do die tonight, Kiriya will take over. Do not worry." He paused. "I believe in all of you. I really do."

The air was silent again and nobody seemed to breathe. And then- 

"Okay," Gyomei said, his expression twisted into a sort of sorrowful acceptance. "And I promise, Oyakata-Sama, we will defeat Muzan." 

Kagaya simply gave him a ghost of a smile before calling the meeting over. Amane helped him get up and the demon slayers were left there in silence.

And then they burst into conversation, talking of different ways they could go about this. The Hashira proposed that some of them should stay around here and some should find another place to go, in case the demons decided to attack elsewhere.

Most of them quickly agreed on this given that the Hashira were superior to the rest and it really was the only option at this point. So they split up, half of the Hashira stayed here along with half of the groupd of demon slayers, then the other half of the people spread out along the lands around the house and in areas even further.

An hour or two later, they got their answer as to where the demons would attack; right where Kagaya had expected.

A demon who seemed terribly strong, but wasn't Muzan, made his way to the house. Every demon slayer there attacked then, leaving the demon distracted from the Ubuyashiki's momentarily. 

But then one of the Hashira shouted, "Where is Muzan??" and the demon stopped, suddenly. 

He turned to that Hashira, still managing to block the other people's attempts at wounding him, and he glared, all six of his eyes twitching in fury. 

"Muzan? Do you want to kill him? Do you want him dead?" Kokushibo asked, his voice menacing, shaking. 

The Hashira, Sanemi, tightened his grip on his katana and nodded. "I'll fucking send him to hell the second I lay my eyes on him," he said. His arms shook but he ignored this terrifying feeling and stood his ground. "Along with you."

Kokushibo barked a laugh, a cold sound that vibrated through the trees. "Well it's too late! He's already dead." 

Everyone froze, even Kokushibo. The wind had settled—which was contrasted to what was going on. 

"Dead? He's already dead? Then.. how.." Sanemi asked, faltering. "Are you the demon's leader now? Did you kill Kibutsuji?"

Kokushibo raged, then, throwing attack after attack at Sanemi and only Sanemi. "I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!!" he screamed, ducking as a katana tried slicing him from behind. "I DIDN'T FUCKING WANT HIM TO DIE." What appeared to be tears leaked from his eyes, surpising Sanemi so that he stumbled for a second.

The attacks came one after the other, not stopping for a second. It because harder to tell what was going on as the demon slayers attempted to shield themselves from Kokushibo's rage. 

But soon all of them fell to their deaths, leaving Kokushibo there standing, panting more from fury than exhaustion, alone. He looked about and realized he'd near about torn every living thing around him to pieces. He could sense some Hashira scattered around him and glanced one last time at the broken ruins of the Ubuyashiki's house before making his way to the rest of the demon slayer corps. 

He made sure his demons were also out searching the Hashira, stretching out his mind to track them. 

And then time became a blur. (no, my lazy ass just wants to speed things up)

He vaguely was aware of what was happening—he fought, there was blood, deaths, his demons were dying too, all the Hashira gone, Ubuyashiki's all dead and then—.. And then silence.

A silence so eerie and deathly that Kokushibo suddenly was aware that he stood admist dead bodies. He was aware he'd won. He'd brought on Muzan's wish and killed the whole demon slayer corps. Slaughtered to the bone, villages, humans, lives. 

But Kokushibo wasn't satisfied. 

No, he was not. 

He needed Muzan.

And Muzan was dead.

The only way to get to him was.....

death. 

Death would be his escape. 

Kokushibo turned, the horizen lightening from the sun. 

He stood there, on the mound of bodies, and waited, resisting every urge to shield himself, run away, and he let himself burn. 

The last he saw was the raging sun lifting towards the sky, bringing all the spirits of the people Kokushibo had killed with him. 

He was dead. 

But he wasn't over.

Many generations later, when technology ruled the world. 

(the fuck did I phrase it like that for ;-; Basically, modern now!!)

Michikatsu awoke to the sound of his alarm ringing. He groaned, covering his head with his pillow but his brother, Yoriichi, pulled it off. 

"We have school today," Yoriichi said. "You can't sleep in again."

Michikatsu rolled his eyes. "You go, I'm skipping!"

"I heard there's going to be a new student arriving today," Yoriichi continued. His brother stayed under the comfort of his blanket, not wanting to wake. 

"Middle of the school year?" Michikatsu asked. 

"Yes, he just moved to our city. I heard someone say his name, but I can't quite recall. Something of Muzan?" (Jackson /j)

He sat up then, the name sounding familiar in his mind. "Muzan?"

"Yes. Supposedly he has very distinctive red eyes. He is said to be one you shouldn't mess with. Why?" Yoriichi asked, turning to his elder brother.

"No reason," Michikatsu murmured. "I'll go to school today." 

Yoriichi smiled. "Good. I'll get breakfast and wait for you at the door." 

Michikatsu nodded absently, his mind on Muzan. Where was that name from? Had he met him before? 

As he turned it over in his mind, he vaguely recalled the dream he'd had last night. He'd been having strange, violent dreams like this recently. He'd been killing people—and for some reason he had had six eyes. And he'd uttered a name.

Muzan.

Was that where he'd heard it? Probably a coincidence, it so. 

Michikatsu changed and rushed downstairs with his bag in his hand. He ignored the breakfast Yoriichi offered him and set off to school—which was conveniently only a couple blocks away from their house. 

When they got to the school, there was a crowd of people surrounding someone in the middle of the halls which prevented the two Tsugikuni's from going through.

Michikatsu, who was well known mostly because of Yoriichi—who excelled at literally anything—shouted at them to shut the fuck up and let them through. 

The crowd parted and the Tsugikuni's walked through, curious as to what they'd been so excited about. In the middle of all of the people stood a boy, looking about the same age as Michikatsu, with striking red eyes and raven-black hair. He was shorter, but he looked stern, menacing, and irritated.

Michikatsu's eyes met Muzan's and they gazed at each other, taking the other in as if trying to remember where they'd met. 

And then the realization, the relief, and shock. It came all at once and hit Michikatsu like a stone to his back. 

He stumbled forward, dropping his bag. Muzan moved forwards as well, and they collided in an embrace in the middle, tears running down Michikatsu's usually cold eyes. Muzan buried his face in the taller one's shoulder and mumbled, so only he could hear, "Kokushibo.. I've missed you."

Michikatsu sobbed in happiness, taking in the sweet, familiar scent of his lover. "I've been waiting for you, I still love you," he murmured back. 

Around them, everyone's excitement of the new student had ceased into whispers of confusion in shock. Did Michikatsu know this person somehow? Why were they crying? 

Yoriichi watched the two was disdain he knew not where it came from. He sighed and left the hall, deciding he'd not ruin his brother's moment. And though his eyes no longer saw Muzan, he had some burning hatred for the man which he was barely able to stop from boiling over. He wanted to crush the man's head into his skull and burn him in the light of the sun. 

Why? he did not know. But Michikatsu seemed happy, so he'd leave him be. For now.

Michikatsu pulled back and, ignoring the way they were surrounded, kissed Muzan passionately like it would be the last time they ever were. 

Jeering and cat-calls followed this action and the people around them shouted in surprise and wonder but neither of the two bothered with that. 

Kokushibo smiled down at Muzan who was in his arms once more. "Looks like I'll be skipping school after all today," he said. 

Muzan's mouth tilted to a smile. "Fuck education, let's go, Kokushibo.."

{Word count: 2222}

YES I LOVED WRITING THE ENDING OF THIS (not the beginning so much) AND IT ENDED IN 2222 WORDSSSSS

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #sillyness #demon slayer #fluff #uppermoons #angst #demons #kokuzan #pt.2 #kokushibo #muzan #modern au #angsty fluff #more random tags #hi

[coconutnutmilk]

Realish: god of reality

Pt 2

It has been terrible...thought the human.

Few days have passed since the curious meet with the god.

It was an eccentric, playful creature, that thought that everything created by him, was his.

But its interesting personality wasnt exactly what forced the human to follow every order, but how the God didnt realize how powerful it was.

It would summon couches to sit out of nowhere, it even summoned a cup of hot cocoa, but the places where it took the human so far were what made him realize how truly powerful it was.

And now, onto the story...

-

It has been hours since the God last moved, it was giggling in front of floating paper while the human sat on the gound and looked at the far away village right between the hills.

The sun was almost set behind the mountains that seemed to take place all around making a huge circle, but not a valley.

The god had changed form, changing only the legs as it now looked like a centaur, the antlers slightly smaller but tangled on themselves.

The human sighed and shoke, the breeze making him realize just how cold he was, considering his lack of proper clothes.

He was wearing shorts and a large vest, not leaving much to the immagination.

He had tried asking for some proper clothes, warmer ones at least, but the god seemed offended, proclaming that he would never cover such perfection.

The God snapped its fingers loudly, recalling the human's attention.

"com'ere" it said quietly, gesturing to get closer.

The human looked at the large being with hurt before sighing, unsure, he got up slightly shaken by the thoughts, and walked over the large couch where the god laid, its deer body crouched down on the couch.

As he got close enough a hand reached his cheek gently and pulled him closely, until his lips ungracefully landed on the larger ones.

He had to get used to it, these things didnt mean much to the god apparently, they where like a greet, but a rumble still came out of him unvoluntarily, luckily enough, the god let it slip.

The creature let go of the smaller one and smiled.

"i wanna show you somethin" it said with a calm voice as floating sheets of paper appeared and scrolled themselves.

The god turned to look at the paper and catched one with two fingers, placing it infront of the human.

The guy, still a bit disgusted by the kiss, looked over the paper realizing it was a room design, filled with plants and a huge central window with colored glass, pillars and a four poster bed.

It was a good drawing, but the human did not understand what he was meant to say.

The god shook the paper a little as if waiting for a comment, making the small heart pound a little.

"i-its...uh...v-very go-good..."he forced a small smile, making the god double its own.

"heh, i told them it was good" it murmured while turning around and cheking other drawings, potraits, the human realized, of himself and of the god, other peaple, some with weapons like swords and bows.

The human regretted staring at the scrolling drawings for so long as one particular one looked like a drawing of him, showing much more skin than what he would be comfortable with.

Chills went down his spine, was that what the god intended to do with him?

He looked away quickly, shutting his eyes as if he felt pain, he looked at his belly, he had way more pounds than what a human would need, and this god found it 'cute'.

His eyes stung as tears felt down his cheeks, he just wanted to sleep and never wake up again.

A hand took place on the back of his head, caressing his hair ignoring the startled whimper that came oit of him.

His head turned around, looking at the God that no longer smiled.

The sight made his heart sunk, was the god angry? Why?

The hand lowered to the shoulder and pulled him to sit on the couch, right under the large arm that forced him.

He just stared blankly waiting for whatever had to happen to start and eventually end.

But the hand just rested on him, another one joined, petting his back, leaving him confused, every single move this god made was completely...unexpected.

"what is it?" Its voice, closer than what he would have wanted.

His question ringed with both worry and playfullness.

"you usually cry because of me, but what is it this time?" It leaned lower, as if it tried to match the human's height, staring right into his eyes, but without showing it's own.

The creepy skull mask had always gave the feeling the god hided its face for a reason, maybe it had like those fantasy-creature-like eyes, like, one hundred smal eyes or one bigger one, or four eyes with space in it.

But that wasnt exactly what he should have been thinking about in that moment, he was asked a question and the last time he didnt answer one, things didnt go well.

"i-..." He tried to start some answer, but what could he say? That he was upset about the future? That seeing a drawing of himself naked made him realize that it could probably happen later on?

He just looked away from the gods eyes, staring at the ground with his eyes half shutted.

"i-im sorry..." He muttered, whispered.

The ears of the god twitched, hearing another distant sound.

The human heard too.

A barrier all around the couch appeared, a transparent with rainbox reflexes, the God turned around to look at the human and gestured him to make no noise.

Before the human could even think about something, four guys appeared, each of them with interesting designs, but one caught his eyes as he looked exactly like the one in the many drawings the God scrolled over.

They looked tired, and after reaching a spot only few meters from the barrier the God made, they sat on the ground with a loud 'huff'.

"are we far away enough?" The tallest one, with red spots of scales asked, catching his breath.

He had a tail, short hair and was at least 1,90 meters tall.

"the fuck do i know! God! Cant we just sleep here and pray we dont get caught!?" A guy with a bow, the hair to the side shaved, with a dread falling on his shoulder asked with a short tampered voice.

He was short, and looked human, with expensive, dirty clothes.

"Pam, shut the fuck up" said a tall lady, with pointy ears, short messy hair with buns, wearing a black, with no sleeves, dress with the longs skirt having two lateral cuts, still not showing the thighs at the side, but being able to move them comfortably probably for combat.

She continued, "you know...'huff' this is, exactly why i told you this would not work" she said, pretty angry

Pam looked at the fourth guy, that instead of joining the discussion, standed closer to Pam, with a weird smile on, his eyes not visible.

"Lanninton, you hear a presence?" Pam asked the so called Lanninton.

He shoke his head "nope, no ones around" he said, his voice almost loud, but that seemed like his normal voice volume.

Lanninton had his chest completely naked, but had no nipples, very large pants with red green and yellow stripes, and a long tail, his hair were long and he had two frontal locks falling on his...pretty nice abs.

Anyway.

The god giggled, looking at the scene, it got closer to the human and whispered in his ear.

"i wrote this, but its always funny to look at them"

The human again shake, thinking about how all of the peaple in front of him were created by the god, their story, their past, their future, their personality.

Pam groaned loudly, holding his head.

"Ugh!!" He closed his fist, making Lanninton frown.

The tall guy got on his knees close to Pam along with he girl.

"you cant sense him?" The girl asked, kindly, as if she already saw the scene hundreds of times.

"No! Hes gone! Fucking gone!"he sobbed, holding his eyes, tears falling from his cheeks.

Lanninton seemed unconfortable, he held his arm, covering his belly.

Pam sniffled "Christopher..." He called a name, wanting to keep talking, but getting interrupted by his own tears.

The tall guy and the girl frowned and looked at each other, just for the guy to look back at Pam.

"you mean...the...uhm...God?"

"yeah! The fucking God!"he shouted, upset, making the others flinch.

He got up and wiped his tears, the girl kept trying to comfort him, failing as he moved her hands off him.

"i even tried talking to Hikari, but his spirit is with Chr-...the God..."he kicked a nearby pebble "probably fucking"he muttered, making the others gasp.

"Pam!" The girl called him, almost angry if it wasnt for the worry in her eyes "you...you know you cant-" she sighed, calming herself "you cant use, these kind of words to refer to the Gods...you know they can hear you"

She looked at the ground.

"he may be a mercifull God, but you cannot disrespect him" the tall guy finished for her.

He looked nervous, looking around.

"Henry, shut up" Pam said, before turning around and facing him "youre sweet, and kind,and always fucking nervous for some reason, but I know Christopher better than any of you, got it?" He pointed at Henry.

"when it comes to Gods, let me talk" he said at last, making Henry frown.

.

.

.

"the Queen wont be happy..." Lanninton spoke.

Everyone turned around and looked at him, before Pam, with a furios gaze walked to him, only to get blocked by the girl.

"let me fucking go!"he shout at her.

"yeah, so you can shut him up!? Pam! Get over yourself! Youre not the only one hurt right now!!" She yelled back, pushed him towards Henry, that unsure kept his hands on the smaller human's shoulder, making sure he doesnt storm off.

"HE..."Pam pointed at Lanninton, that only flinched, his smile forced to stay "He wants us to go back, just for himself, because if WE, get caught, the plan fails, a whole race gets enslaved, and he dies.

But if we go back, his ass is saved and ours is behind.the bars, and in Henry's case, probably on the guillotine" he says, without any filter.

Lanninton standed there, looking down.

"its not that..."he whispered, shaking.

Behind the barrier, it seemed like some tragic film.

A good one if someone wanted some emotional drama.

Anyway.

As Lanninton whispered, Pam only looked angrier

"what was that?" He asked, quietly as if a storm was hiding behind his face.

But someone else's storm came out as Lanninton Shout, his smile turning upside down, he had pointier teeths.

His hair moved from his...eye, full of rage as he yelled at Pam.

"ITS NOT LIKE THAT!" His voice hurt, a hand taking place on his eye almost as to cover it.

"do you know what happens slaves that help fugitives!? Even if youre the fucking prince of humanity, the one with the huge fucking bless, that came out of nowhere with a beacon of LIGHT!!" He cried, completely out of control.

"it doesnt matter if im YOUR slave, if something happens, the most mercifull thing theyll do to me will be death..."he said as last.

Just to end in sobs.

Pam looked away, some anger left in his eyes along with hurt.

"what do we do?" Henry asked, whispered.

No one answered.

A low chuckle could be heard behind the barrier, making the human shake as he knew who it was.

"You run" it said, making the others look around in fright.

The human in the couch turned around to look at the smiling God.

"who? Where are you!?" The girl yelled at the void, holding closer to Pam and Henry.

A small light came from the Prince's hands as a glowing arrow appeared, just for him to place it on the bow.

"Show the fuck up!" He shouted, was "Fuck" the only curse he knew?

The God only giggled in response.

"it doesnt matter where, who or what am i, what matters is that, to get to the Beam youll have to run.

Take a trip in Dalio, three steps into the water of the red reef for Henry.

A word of forgiveness from Jasmine.

A flight into the deep nightmares of the slave.

Only then, the Beam will talk to you, human Prince" the God concluded.

Astonished, the four just stood there.

"Pam is it a God?"Jasmine was the first to ask, worried, almost scared, and with two chains wrapped around her hands.

Pam looked petrified, but he seemed to know where the God was.

"its...Realish" he trembled out few words.

The human soon realized what kind of reputation the God had among the humans.

The others gaze quickly changed, terror making their way to them, making them bow to the ground.

"i-i apologize! Deeply, for using such words in your presence" Pam shoot out of his mouth quickly.

And suddenly it was hard to breath, trying to control his lungs, the human tried to remain calm, but the pressing hand on his shoulder made it hard.

The God was tense, much more than he had ever seen in his almost a week of life, The God hardly got angry when it was anything else but peaple denying his power or his orders, like he tried to do, rebelling against its will to touch.

He didnt feel comfortable with being touched by the God, it felt rather unpleasent.

But now it was different, somehow, the God was upset, by something.

He slowly turned, looking at the God's gaze, freezing the moment he saw its huge smile, a wide, petrifying one.

The human looked away, cold sweat forming and a deep feeling as if thousands ants were crawling right under his skin.

The god wasnt upset... they were...excited.

Over the stars...as he was conviced humans said.

What did they have in mind?

The human stared at the others, wondering what the God wanted to do.

But they talked, their tone completely outmatching their expression, being calm and contained.

"now go...

The future awaits you.

We will see at the end of this"

Completely relaxed, if he hadnt seen or sensed the Gods feelings by touch and sight, he would never say the God seemed ready to exterminate every single living being by hand.

And just as the God said...the party went away, quickly, going the opposite direction of the one they came.

The pressure on the shoulder of the human released, making him take severe deep breaths and wipe few tears.

"aww...did i scare you sweetie?" Their voice taking him by surprise, making him turn to apologize, only to get cut.

"dont worry, i wasnt angry, i just get really excited about this part...my role in the story is pretty...weird...but i like acting..."they said, making a gesture with their hand by lifting it before chuckling and retreating their hand.

"sorry, im italian and therefore i like mocking italian gestures" as if the Human knew what an 'Italian' was or what kind of gesture they just made.

But he nodded, gave a forced smile and sighed as the God buyed it.

Oof, another day passed by and he was still alive and still a virgin...

#fear play #giant #giant tiny #gt fearplay #gianttiny #gt angst #tiny #macro #god #micro #dehumanizing language #dehumanisation tw #oc #drama #fourth wall

[talesofmetalandmagic]

Azir and Taliyah – sparse recovery headcanons

Only until he’s recovered, she’d told Nasus. That’s more than he deserves from me or any weaver. And the moment he attempts anything nasty on us… I’m out.

Taliyah has every reason to loathe Azir, and only chose to become part of his retinue for kindness towards Nasus and Sivir, who do genuinely care (Sivir hides it better, but hey, he still saved her life), and because she finds torture appalling regardless of who’s on the receiving end of it.

Still, even she couldn’t possibly imagine how bad it’d get. The stitch signs on his eyelids, the tattered and ragged feathers, the emaciated skinniness, the curved posture with the bowed head, the twitchy eyes and the shaky hands are just the first details she notices. He doesn’t even look like a hawk.

After it’s become clear that Azir has been completely and utterly humbled, and a lot of his old habits are of the past, she, clever girl she is, takes the chance to not only help a poor penniless old man in need – which Azir is – by giving him a new purpose, but turn a powerful asset towards the downtrodden and to a good cause.

Nasus tries to bring Azir back to new by bringing back old habits, which Azir can hardly stomach now that Xerath has tainted them. Certain smells and food – most notably milk and honey – the feel of heavy crowds, heavy jewelry… all stuff he loved, but he now sees as pain. So it’s Taliyah who shows him new ways to have fun and new things to try.

She teaches him new recipes that don’t involve milk and honey, tells him stories of the modern world he wasn’t alive to see, and shows him natural remedies the court would not allow.

Sometimes he watches her weave and admires her handiwork like a relaxing light show.

One night she catches him in a nice mood and makes a stone caricature of him – a chicken in a fancy helm. He gets angry, showing some of his old colors… but then it quiets down and he sits back, eyes low and absent. She realizes she pushed some trigger button on him and gives him the nicest apology she can manage.

“So this way of mocking people is just how… you talk to friends?” “Yes, my lord. If it pleases you to be called a friend of mine” “I don’t know what pleases me anymore. But I appreciate your apology, and I apologize myself for this displeasurable conduct.” Because yes, being triggered after more than a year of torture is very displeasurable mr. birb man, and not at all a sign that you need comfort and help and therapy

As you’d imagine, one of Taliyah’s first lessons is “throw that etiquette out the window and learn to have fun”. The second is “mental health is good actually, crying and needing help aren’t signs of weakness and people will be there for you.”

Azir is genuinely surprised Taliyah’s parents didn’t cane her. She on the other hand is appalled to find out Azir’s parents did. “No my lord that’s not discipline you’ve been abused!”

Sometimes he rests his head on her lap and lets her pet his feathers. They’re slowly growing back in shape, “so soft they’ll come from the provinces to stroke them”. It’s one of the few gestures from yore Xerath didn’t taint, and Azir associates it with his late children.

He loves talking to her about his family, the kids he had and how much every day it pains him to never see them again. That’s something Taliyah knows even she can’t heal. She just lets him vent and even get emotional. Sometimes just having a young person around helps soothe the pain.

“Pain is always legitimate. Don’t let your heart harden, my lord. Keep it soft… but firm, like these stones.”

Taliyah remembers her days at Noxus before Yasuo. She remembers the fear, the blood, the cruelty. That’s why the blossoms of love within Azir give her hope, and not just to prove she’s beyond that mindset: he can’t be all bad. She’s seen monsters, elsewhere. People too can be molded, can’t they?

And so she tells him about the cruelty of Noxus and Yasuo’s kindness and pain. It helps Azir feel less alone in the whole “they tortured me” thing and sparks some empathy.

Other times they stargaze. He loved doing it with Xer… with that one as a kid. She represents a second chance, and damn heck he’ll take it.

“I know I should move on, sweet girl, but where would I go?” “Shurima is big, my lord. There’s always room for one more.”

#league of legends #lol #azir #azir’s new groove #omah azir #emperor azir #xerath #Nasus #taliyah #she’s so sweet and she will give Azir the hugs he needs #she doesn’t see the emperor she just sees a man in need

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Smart: A Malevolent Fanfic

These three idiots are going to have to work together to find their girl.

Easier said than done

Part of the Surrogate series.

AO3

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He already knew he was weakened.

Knew it well, had from the moment he lost John (the fucking Piece) in that portal accident. He’d long hidden it, handled it, tried his best to work around it.

Dealt with the pain, tried to ignore it, even though it constantly burned and froze and tickled. Even though he felt like a robe that had been roughly ripped in half, and its ragged edges tortured.

As he explored alternate universes and threw himself repeatedly into danger (first for the Piece, then for Faroe), he’d improvised, adapted, overcome. But now, as he scouted the main road from Carcosa going west, faced the enormity of the Dreamlands in a way he never had before (like trying to find an ant in wood chips from a mile above the ground), that gap in power made him feel half-mad.

He could not find her.

No. He had to—even though she didn’t want to be found. She’d be using every trick he ever taught her to stay undetected—

(You are magnificent, my darling, yet because of your human birth, you are limited. Your first volley in any dangerous situation must be to avoid conflict—to hide, negotiate, manipulate. To leverage anything to avoid that clash. Learning to hide is your greatest defense.

Yes, daddy.)

—and to that end, he had taught her such tricks. How to make her heartbeat sound far away, how to keep her thoughts undetected, echoing back at themselves as though hidden under a bowl. How to keep the heat of her body spread out so she would not be seen by those who hunt that way. How to prevent her breath from flavoring the air.

None of it would be enough to keep her from Kayne, but Kayne was not the only monster out there who might want to hunt a little girl.

She was eight. Her skills in these areas were far from perfect, but they were very good. Hastur had damn well made sure. And if he were at full power, he could have found her, anyway.

However, he was not. He would have to be so careful, peeling back the layers of the world with heart-aching precision, to find her. And he would. He would, no matter the cost—

Except that she also had Nibbles.

Nibbles. The damned offspring of Shub-Niggurath.

Nibbles. Who would absolutely leverage her burgeoning skills as a creature of unbelievable power to foolishly keep Faroe hidden.

Of course, Nibbles was a baby. Her power was nowhere near his own except in one crucial area: Nibbles could take them to the shadowed realm, between reality and The Woods, unseen and unsensed, for hours at a time.

She wouldn’t realize the danger she was putting Faroe in by doing it. Part of him—a nasty, angry part—hoped she realized and felt awful when she did.

Strange that he didn’t like the taste of that part, and instead of feeding it, he pushed it away.

Nibbles wasn’t great at moving while dwelling in shadow, so this skill would only keep them completely hidden if they also stayed completely still. Which they could do. And he could soar right over them.

He would have to go so slowly, though he wanted to go fast.

He needed more power, though he had none available to him.

He needed his power back, though he could not make that happen.

He needed—

Hastur blasted back into his home to grab John (to grab Arthur) as though planning to squeeze them down his throat like uncasing a sausage.

Then, he didn’t.

Arthur feared him (as he should). John yelled at him (as was expected). And Hastur…

Hastur had no desire in him to hurt Arthur Lester.

So that was new.

No desire to shake or bruise him, no desire to force him to obedience and subservience, no desire to snap his mind or body until that ridiculous Arthur-soul finally bowed to him in worship.

None. It wasn’t there. Hastur couldn’t tell what was there in its place, what with Faroe and terror and John trumpeting away, but the sadistic desire was not there.

He must have stared too long because Dis spoke to him in even, tight tones reserved for someone about to lose their marbles.

The guests.

Carcosa.

He was responsible for more than just his daughter.

(And he could abandon it all for her, but then what would he bring her back to? Where could she be safe?)

Fine. He could do this. He was a good god, damn it all, and would not leave his people in the hands of hungry things.

Faroe would stay hidden. Keeping from his detection meant practically nothing could find her.

Unless she wanted to be found. If she did, if she sought some kind of monster on this ridiculous quest, the Dreamlands would provide—and if that happened, responding to her innate, uniquely human imagination, there was nothing anyone could do for her.

She would have to save herself.

(But in that moment, baby, you must not hesitate. When your life is endangered, most things will be stronger than you—but not as smart. You will always have one shot: one moment of surprise in which they see only a vulnerable human and do not realize you can kill. My darling, that surprise moment is everything. When you get that chance to kill instead of being killed, you must not hesitate… or they will get you.

Yes, daddy. I’ll try.)

She was so small. She looked like prey. No matter how powerful she became, she would always look like prey.

My baby, he thought, and hurled dignitaries through portals while desperately believing the things he’d taught her had been enough.

#

Arthur was considering the letters. Considering what they said.

Arthur said nothing as Hastur worked. As Hastur raced to Arthur’s room and changed Arthur’s clothes at lighting speed (though he wasn’t really unhappy the leotard met a rough and ripping death). As John bellowed questions and demands, making him wince through the whole process.

He just wouldn’t stop. Why the fuck are you using those? Hey!

“They are practical boots, and sturdy!” Hastur snapped.

What, you can’t just protect his feet with your power?

“You think I’m going to waste any power on him when I need to focus on finding my daughter?”

You had to strip him and humiliate him, didn’t you? That’s what this was all about!

He had to what? Arthur sighed. “John, I don't care.”

They both ignored him. “Well, John, there is one fix for this. Merge with me, give me the power to find her before she is harmed, and I’ll gladly leave your precious Arthur alone.”

I will never leave him alone!

Arthur rubbed his head. It pounded with John’s every angry syllable.

“Then you’d have nothing to worry about if we merged, would you?”

Fuck you.

“Mature.”

“John, I said it’s fine.” And it was. Arthur couldn’t care less at this point what Hastur was doing. Hastur meant no humiliation by it, and Arthur had to agree—they were in a rush, and had no time for him to fumble around.

John snarled (and Arthur winced). I’m the one who clothes him!

“What?” said Arthur. “I am capable of dressing myself, too, you fuck.”

It’s none of his business!

“Both of you are idiots,” Hastur rumbled, and flew right out Arthur’s balcony.

Arthur had other opinions regarding who in this group were idiots, but he also had more important things to think about.

You, and Uncle Arthur, and John—I know why you fight, and it is because of me.

He put that in a mental box labeled MOTIVE.

I go now to find the source of your anguish. // I will find the source of this trial and solve it. // When I return, whatever I have done wrong will be righted, and if it be a wrong in me, then I will have cut it out. // I will return a better woman. I will return purged from whatever you dislike in me; this, I swear.

He put those in a mental box labeled GOAL.

He needs you like he needs chivalry. // This is my quest, Uncle Arthur, and I think you understand. I seek no literal Holy Grail, but answers.

He put those in a mental box labeled CONNECTIONS.

There were clues here. Clues to what she would do and where she would go and why, if only he could get his stupid, broken brain to parse them.

What the fuck are we even looking for?

“Evidence of her passing.”

You really don’t have a tracker on her, do you?

Hastur sighed. “Even if I did, I would have taught her how to slip it.”

What? Why? What the fuck were you thinking?

“Ensuring neither her enemies nor mine could find her, you fool.”

Good job. Didn’t ever think she’d run from you, did you?

And John sounded so… venomous.

There was something dangerous in that tone, like a viper ready to strike. Arthur straightened in Hastur’s grip. “John. Stop.”

Never thought she’d see through you enough to leave, did you? Never thought she’d finally use that brilliant mind Arthur gave her to realize what a monster you are, to see that if she was ever going to find what she needed, she’d have to leave you behind.

Judging by the lack of breeze, Hastur had stopped moving.

The silence was thick.

Arthur understood. He knew. John had just hurt Hastur—badly.

He had been on the receiving end of this particular bite, and now, he faced a choice.

Did John know it would hurt Hastur as much as it probably had? Arthur had no idea.

Right now, did it help Faroe to anger Hastur, or devastate him, or even distract him with rage? It did not.

Fuck. What a position to be put in. “John,” said Arthur, evenly. “Shut up for a second.”

What? Why?

Arthur did not want to do this. But only Hastur could find her; that meant there was no choice. He had to counteract the poison. “Hastur,” Arthur said. “You’re not the worst father. I don’t like a lot of the shit you do, you know that, but… you’re not a monster to her. If you were, I would fucking call you that right now. But you’re not. I think maybe you’re doing the best you can. She didn’t leave because you’re a monster.”

John sputtered. Arthur, what the fuck?

“And you know why she left, then, Arthur?” Hastur said, too evenly, too calmly, his grip just on the edge of too tight. “You understand it all so well?”

“Yes,” said Arthur, because all of a sudden, in an instinctive leap, he did. “Because she’s human, and we need myths and legends. We need things that go beyond us, that give us hope for reality that doesn’t exist yet. We need something to believe in, and because you’ve raised her like a god and not a human, she had none. So she found one on her own.”

“She had all those things,” said Hastur, slowly. “She had them here. She said she’d run because we fought.”

“No, she didn’t have them, and that’s not what she said,” said Arthur.

Hastur was dead silent.

John was dead silent.

Arthur was sure. Certain. “I don’t know how she came across the King Arthur stuff, but you know what? You know about that legend because we don’t let it go. That’s because it’s one that humans have been fascinated with for literally centuries. Honor and failure, true love and glory, selflessness and magic, selfishness and the inevitability of death, and the hope of return and forgiveness and penance and… and so much more.”

“Arthur,” Hastur started, but Arthur wasn’t done.

“She said she thought something in her drove us to fight, and that a quest—which is a human thing that I think every human culture has, as far as I know—will earn her the right to fix that thing. Or find a cure. Or find a cause.”

Arthur, what are you saying?

“I’m saying she’s looking for answers. She’s looking for a… a wise old wizard, or some… magical wishing well, or something. All our letters said the same thing, basically: she knew something was wrong in her, and didn’t know what it was, and was going to find out what so she could deal with it.”

“You’re right.” Hastur sounded amazed. “That is what she said.”

There was silence for another moment.

Arthur, you fucking genius. John reached up and touched his cheek.

Arthur shoved his hand away. “It’s not genius. It’s just deduction.”

You’re so damn smart sometimes.

“Only sometimes?” Arthur said, dry.

You’re fucking brilliant.

“Sure.” Arthur only felt tired.

You still can’t dress yourself for shit, though.

“Okay, listen here, you whacko,” Arthur started.

“West,” said Hastur, slowly. “So a place where she could believe she might find such an intimate, possibly hidden answer,” said Hastur, and put Arthur down.

Arthur stood. Tapped the ground with his booted foot. “What is this surface?”

“A packed-dirt road. Which, reasonably, she would not take if she did not wish to be followed.”

“Then why are we standing on it?”

“Because I believe we are about to find a clue.” And he used power.

Arthur had no idea what kind of power. It flew on rumbling wings of brain-bleeding speech, beckoned to energies older than sand, harnessed will that hardened the air like metal, and briefly clutched Arthur’s lungs in a vice.

John gasped. What’s that? What are those?

“The hoofprints of a Dark Young,” said Hastur with great satisfaction. "And notice that they go the wrong way.”

They’re going east. So they went east?

“No. She’s using the skills I taught her. These are reflected. Behold!” And Hastur clapped his hands.

Arthur winced. It cracked like thunder.

Oh! John said. They’re going west!

“She has used the road because she knew I would assume she did not—at least, for a time,” said Hastur, sounding bout proud and frustrated. “And while my daughter has hidden her own trail well enough, Nibbles…”

You never taught Nibbles jack shit, said John with great satisfaction.

“Correct.”

“How do you know they’re Nibbles’ and not some other goat-monster’s?” said Arthur.

“They are distinct. Most of Her children possess hooves that defy description, but Nibbles’ are… surprisingly ungulate. That, and of course, the use of the reversal spell—which no Dark Young would bother to learn—seems evidence enough.”

But they disappear ahead.

“She slipped into the shadows.”

“Shadows?” said Arthur.

“Liminal space. A shadow-realm between reality and the Wood. No matter. We will keep looking. We must track Nibbles, not Faroe.”

Assuming they don’t get separated.

Arthur scoffed. “She would never let that happen.”

“For once, Arthur, we agree.” Hastur picked him up again and slowly flew west. “John.”

What? said John, tight.

“Please look as well. I know your sight is… limited. But please.”

“Please,” echoed Arthur.

You thought I wasn’t going to? John sounded shocked. I already was! You thought I… of course I want to find her. Fuck. You thought…

“Please just look,” said Arthur, whose eyes felt strained, because—he knew—John really was looking, and maybe unintentionally channeling some magic while he did.

Really thought I… she’s just a kid, John said in a hollow tone, and then went silent.

Was Arthur really going to have to play comforter to both of them today? “I know you’re looking. I already know, John. It’s okay. Hastur, do you have an idea where she might have gone?”

“There are several possibilities in this direction, if you are correct.”

He’s correct! John jumped in.

“Then we’ll check those first, and keep an eye out for Nibbles’ tracks,” I guess,” said Arthur, and fell silent.

His heart hurt. He was thinking of Parker.

Parker, who’d taught him how to separate facts into files. Parker, who’d taught him how to deduce, how to think through emotional testimony to find the salient details.

Gods, he missed Parker.

Arthur tried—always—not to think of him. Parker’s murder had happened before John became John; before John was even Hastur, truth be told—with few memories apart from being dead, John had been fucking feral, and dangerous because of it.

It still hurt.

There was no way to correct that hurt. To make up for the death of the one person who’d believed in him before John became John.

He missed Parker.

He regretted what happened.

He grieved.

Arthur wiped his eyes.

We’ll find her, John promised, naturally assuming this was about Faroe.

“We will,” Arthur said, because he was never, ever going to bring Parker up again. What would be the point?

They all fell silent, focusing.

Arthur didn’t know if he could actually help here beyond being a vessel for John, but if it gave them any kind of a step up in the search, he was all in. He tried to quiet his mind, to let John do whatever he needed and Hastur take whatever he wished, and fought his exhaustion, and tried to keep his eyes open.

The magic John used—however limited—was draining, and they’d already had a fairly crazy day. Long before they reached Hastur’s first destination, long before the suns had set, Arthur fell asleep in Hastur’s hand, couched by the presence of them both.

He dreamed of Parker buying him a blood and sand, and laughing about how bad the thing had tasted.

#malevolent #malevolent fic #malevolent podcast #surrogate series #kiy malevolent #arthur lester #john malevolent #john doe malevolent

[srmthfgrimworld]

Game 1: Day 19 & 20

Day 19

The day before, Mandarin and Nevil had constructed a simple barn for their animals. However, the following morning, they were alarmed by a disturbance emanating from the barn.

Enormous rabbits were attacking their animals, causing injuries and tragically claiming the life of a lamb.

Nevil was bitten by the aggressive rabbits, and Mandarin helped him dress the wounds.

Due to the heavy rain, Mandarin spent the day organizing and tidying up the shelter. 

Later that evening, a group of traders whom they had previously encountered arrived outside their base. Mandarin went to meet them and discovered they were selling cows. Realizing they were short on rams, Mandarin made the decision to trade all their sheep for a cow and a bull.

He worried that Nevil would be upset about parting with the sheep, knowing that he had given names to some of them.

Day 20

In the morning, Mandarin harvested their rice field, the cold snap was over and they could finally grow food again. He noticed that some of the animals hadn't survived the recent cold weather due to lack of food. The animals mostly took care of themselves, but he realized that in the winter of during cold snaps, they had to be ready to feed them.

Meanwhile, Nevil built fish traps in the river, using knowledge from a book they had acquired from the traders. The traps would provide them with a steady source of food throughout the year.

While taking a break, Nevil tried out playing the banjo for Mandarin, it turned out he was amazing at it, showing him how to actually play it properly. Mandarin asked where he learned, Nevil explained that his family were full of musicians, in fact, playing music was what they were famous for and they would play on the ship for the other aliens onboard.

Mandarin shook his head and asked why he’d never played until now, Nevil sighed and said that he wasn’t sure until now if he was ready to play again. He thanked Mandarin for allowing him to stay and for encouraging his music.

As they were conversing, they heard the dog barking and rushed outside. Two raiders were crossing the river and jumping the fence. Mandarin armed himself and instructed Nevil to hide indoors while he dealt with the intruders. Nevil hesitated but followed Mandarin's order. 

Mandarin swiftly dispatched one raider who attempted to breathe fire at him, while the other raider fled southward. Mandarin pursued and eventually killed the fleeing raider.

Mandarin walked to the rice field and laid down, he’d killed formless before, but he’d never actually killed living creatures before now. He wasn’t sure exactly how he felt about it, but he knew it was either them or him. What would the monkey team say? They’d probably call him a monster, he could have knocked them out, captured them, sent them away, but he’d killed them.

He held the gun up and looked at it, staring, he sighed and put it away, he preferred the bow.

Mandarin suddenly detected the scent of smoke and discovered a fire beyond the fence, likely started by the fleeing raider. He called for Nevil's help and rushed to extinguish the fire before it spread to their base.

Fortunately, they managed to prevent the fire from advancing toward them, although a significant portion of the forest was consumed. Rainfall eventually helped douse the flames.

By the end of the day, their base had improved, but they still needed to construct storage for their belongings, which were currently scattered in an organized mess on the floor. Nevertheless, they took pride in the new floors, and Mandarin looked forward to obtaining power for their base in the coming weeks.

#srmthfg #super robot monkey team hyperforce go #mandarin #nevil #game1 #chapter