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thelov3lybookworm · 7 months

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I’ve been loving Lucien lately too! I have a request but I’m not sure how to word it so I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense. 😅

The reader and Lucien have a child. The reader is from the night court (possibly Rhys’ sister) and is away. Lucien panics through the bond because the child has suddenly developed night court powers and he doesn’t know what to do. Like maybe they keep making themself disappear into darkness or something. 😂

Dreams and screams.

Summary: Y/n's mate is about to have a panic attack due to their daughter creating chaos.

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A/n: it does make sense, don't worry darling. Also, I love your brain so much for this brilliant idea, I adore the idea so much 😏❣️Also, this has no right to be this funny😂. Oh poor Lucien 💀

Also, I was thinking of posting a sneak peek, but the fic was done, and I didn't want to keep anyone waiting, so here it is.

Enjoy! ❣️

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A wave of panic slammed into Y/n from the other side of the bond, making her suck in a sharp breath.

What the hell?

Her brother looked up from stirring his cup of tea, his mouth open mid sentence. He frowned.

"You okay?"

"I don't know–" She cut off as a relief emanated from the other side of the golden string connecting her to her mate.

Rhys nodded solemnly. "Makes sense." And then the bastard went right back to stirring his tea.

She gaped at him. "You– piece of–" Another wave of panic made her gasp, and she was stopped from the pleasure of calling him a very inappropriate name.

He grinned, glancing at her. "Is it Lucien?"

She nodded, rubbing at her chest, feeling a little relaxed before panic again gripped her.

What the hell is going on?

"He seems panicked."

Rhys furrowed his brows. "Do you think it's something about Astrid?"

"It could be." While they spoke, the sudden bursts of panic and relief continued.

"Are you going then?" He asked as she stood up. She nodded. He pouted but she simply kissed his cheek, hoping to get back to Day Court. He stood too before placing a peck on her forehead, pulling her in for a hug and squeezing her tightly.

"We'll meet soon. I'm so sorry." He shook his head, letting her know it was alright as she sprinted out the door.

Y/n had been visiting her brother for their monthly family meeting, where she spent some time alone with Rhys before Lucien, with their daughter Astrid and the inner circle joined them for dinner. Lucien had a lot of work to do, hence he only joined them for dinner, and her daughter, being her father's daughter, was always stuck to his side, wherever he went, even tagging along to court meetings.

Y/n didn't mind.

She rushed through the gates of the Palace in Day court, only able to winnow in front of them due to the wards around the place.

All the time that she was trying to get to her chambers as fast as possible, she continued to wonder what might be going on. The Royal chambers, where she and her mate lived with their daughter, was just a huge room with different rooms attached. One was their daughters room, one for the two of them, a library and an office for Lucien.

She opened the door to her daughter's room, poking her head in.

There she found the father and daughter in the middle of what she could only describe as chaos. The state of the room almost gave her a panic attack.

Astrid seemed to be crying as Lucien crouched in front of her, gripping her face in his large hands as he tried to calm her down.

At the sound of the door opening, Lucien glanced up, a relieved expression crossing his face. Astrid also noticed, and she started crying again, running up to Y/n as she stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her.

"Mama–" Astrid hiccuped, clinging to the front of Y/n's dress. "I am a very bad girl." She continued sobbing.

Saying Y/n was confused would be an understatement.

"Why would you say that?" Y/n glanced up at Lucien, who sighed.

"She seems to have inherited your daemati powers, as well as winnowing."

Y/n grinned, a sudden feeling of happiness and pride spreading through her for her daughter. But she needed to calm Astrid first before she thought more about it.

"How does that make you a bad girl my love?" She questioned, trying to get out of Astrid's grip so she could pick the four year old. But children seemed to have the best grip, as Astrid didn't budge.

"I hurt daddy!" She wailed, clinging harder onto Y/n's skirts.

Y/n looked at Lucien questioningly, and he shook his head slightly.

He walked forward, caressing Astrid's head and pressing a kiss to his mate's cheek before whispering in her ear. "She's been winnowing random objects and her toys around the room without noticing it, and one of her toys hit me in the head. She thinks I got hurt. She's also been screaming random stuff in my head, like cookies and chocolate and candies."

Y/n had to force her laugh down at her mate's tired state. He looked thoroughly worn out. Poor guy.

Y/n finally managed to get out of Astrid's death grip on her legs, and knelt in front of the little girl. "Baby, I didn't think you hurt daddy. It's okay."

Lucien also went to his knees next to his mate, wiping at the fat tears rolling down Astrid's round cheeks.

"You did not hurt me, my little sunshine. You always say daddy is very strong, right?" As he spoke, he slowly tugged Astrid closer, which she didn't seem to realise as she went, sniffing and rubbing at her eyes, nodding along.

"Daddy did not get hurt, I promise." He tugged her into his chest, placing a kiss on her little head, and Y/n's heart swelled with love. The two of them were adorable together, especially because of the size difference. Lucien seemed like a giant in comparison to Astrid, and him being so gentle with her made her happy.

Astrid glanced up at her father, her eyes going wide, her lips parting in awe when he smiled at her.

DADDY'S SO STRONG. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

Y/n winced as she heard Astrid's voice screaming that in her head. Her voice was so loud that it penetrated the thick walls around Y/n's mind. She glanced at Lucien, who barely hid his wince, giving her a knowing look. Y/n grinned.

"Darling, how about we go to sleep?"

"No mommy, I want to play with daddy."

"Daddy has work to do. How about we go to sleep, then we can play with daddy whe you wake up?"

Astrid shook her head, but when Lucien said the same thing, asking her to sleep, she reluctantly agreed.

When Astrid and Y/n were settled in bed and Lucien had taken a seat next to the bed, Y/n began explaining to their little girl what was happening.

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"So you see, your powers are developing. You will have to learn how to control them, and when you do that, you will become powerful and strong. Just like mommy and daddy."

The little girl stared up at her mother with wide eyes, gripping onto the blanket that was on her chest tightly. "Really?"

Y/n smiled and pressed a kiss onto her head. "Really. Now, I want you to go to sleep so you can be rested and relaxed when you wake up, and then you and I can start your lessons on controlling your powers. Is that okay?"

"Yes mommy!" Astrid squealed happily. Mere moments later, she was already drifting off, the uncontrolled use of her untested magic having taken a toll on her little body.

Y/n smiled at Lucien, getting up and walking closer to where he sat.

"It'll be a long journey teaching her." Lucien mumbled, pulling Y/n into his lap.

"It will be." She glanced at Astrid to make sure she was asleep. "Maybe it would be better if we got a teacher for her. They might be able to teach her better."

Lucien immediately shut the idea down. "No. What if the teacher we get for ther is strict and makes Astrid cry? What if they hit her? No. No teacher."

Y/n laughed at her mate. He truly was a protective father, at times unreasonably so. Looking at him scared about a teacher made her wonder what he would do when their daughter started taking lovers. It would only be a matter of time till then, and it would surely give Y/n a headache.

But for now, she would enjoy what she had, and try not to complain too much.

Suddenly, a image of the three of them playing in the largest and most beautiful garden in the palace flashed through her mind, and one look at Lucien gave her the confirmation she needed. He was seeing the same thing she was seeing.

Astrid was dreaming, and she was sharing the image with her parents unconsciously.

Y/n shook her head, grinning.

It certainly would be a long journey.

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theprinceofliones · 8 days

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Tristan has always been scared of the dark.

It's a fear he's never been able to shake ever since he was little. Not being able to see what surrounds him, not being able to anticipate what would come next---it terrified him to no end.

Arthur Pendragon must be aware of this, as wherever Tristan is being held now is as black as night with no entrance or exit in sight.

His hands and legs have been wrapped in chains that obviously nullify his magic, his goddess wings have been strung to the floor, open and unable to move. He's on the stone concrete floor below, unable to muster the strength to lift any part of his body as they're weighed down so heavily. He keeps his eyes closed, attempting to focus on his breathing so he doesn't have to open his eyes to darkness.

He doesn't know how long he's been here, doesn't wish to know. He just wants to go /home/.

Suddenly, after what felt like hours, the door, entrance, opens wide.

Tristan's eyes snap open and they adjust to the light now spilling into the endlessly dark cavern that is this dungeon, and when they do, their he finds the man behind it all.

Arthur Pendragon smiles at him sweetly, head titling.

"Are you comfortable?" He asks. "Little prince?"

Tristan glares at him and his fists clench behind him. He doesn't say anything, choosing to keep his last remnants of dignity that he can muster to keep to himself.

The false king grins wider. "Shy now, are we?" He chuckles. "A shame. You were quite mouthy last time we met."

"I'm gonna kill you," Tristan suddenly seethes and Arthur laughs.

"There it is!" He cheers and claps. "Such /rage/. You look just like your father when you glare at me like that," He chuckles again and sighs. "I don't know why everyone says you look like your whore mother, Elizabeth---to me, you are a carbon copy of your monstrous father and all his demon kin."

At the mention of his sweet mother, Tristan /snarls/. "/Don't speak her name, bastard/!" He screams as he shakes with rage. "Else I'll rip your fucking tongue from your /throat/!"

Arthur just scoffs. "I will admit, you're either quite brave or quite /foolish/ to insult me when you're in the position you're in now," He says nonchalantly. "All alone, away from home. You poor thing, you must be so scared."

Tristan wants to claw the bastard's eyes out, rip out his vocal cords and shove them down his throat until he chokes and dies.

He's never felt such rage before---a wrath taking over him like nothing ever has.

"Well," Arthur sighs with a devilish grin as he turns around and away from him with a wave of his hand. "I hope you enjoy your stay here, little prince, because you're going to be here for a /while/, I'd wager. Who knows, maybe you'll even come to like it here? Perhaps you will one day come to lick my boot---"

Tristan doesn't even realize he's able to move until he's near inches away from Arthur's face.

Chains stops him, tugging him back and away from the bastard.

Tristan cries out as he nearly loses his footing and pain floods his senses as the brackets around his wrists and ankles nearly pull his skin off. His goddess wings attempt to flap uselessly and he nearly /screams/ in frustration.

Arthur rears back, obviously not expecting Tristan to be able to move with the magic wards and drugs in his system flooding his senses to make him dizzy and drowsy.

Tristan tries to get as close as possible, shrieking in rage as he can't get any closer and Arthur stares at him in complete disbelief before he begins to laugh, as though he were in shock and awe.

"Wow!" He gasps. "I shouldn't have expected any less! The fact that you're able to get past my wards at all is---"

Blood spills from a cut on his cheek and the God of Chaos stumbles.

Tristan pants for air and his one /freed/ wing floats beside him, feathers sharpened to the same sharpness of steel /blades/.

Arthur is stunned into silence.

"/I/ am Tristan Liones," He begins, gasping as he stands up as tall as he can. He can feel his magic flowing through him, as little as the wards allow. "I am the son of Meliodas and Elizabeth Liones, the Crown Prince of Britannia, the Four Knights of the Apocalypse of Pestilence, and, when I escape from here, I will take your /head/."

The only sound that can be heard is Tristan's gasps for air and the sound of chains rattling and Arthur's lips part as their eyes remained locked.

After several moments of silence, Arthur just smiles again, tiny scar and droplet of blood gone as he heals himself.

"I look forward to your meager attempts, sweet prince," Is all he says before he turns around and leaves the dungeon before he shuts the door.

Thus, encasing Tristan in a darkness that will now, unfortunately, become his home for a long, /long/ time.

#nanatsu no taizai #mokushiroku no yonkishi #the seven deadly sins #the four knights of the apocalypse #tristan liones #lancelot #meliodas #elizabeth liones #arthur pendragon #king arthur #4kota #nnt #nnt manga #4kota anime

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januaryembrs · 1 year

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MASTERMIND | Theon Greyjoy x Bolton!reader

Request: @marsconer says - hii!! hru? the requests are still open? if so i can request for a theon one, with mastermind by taylor swift as a prompt?

description: You knew you wanted him, none of it was accidental. Theon had no idea the Bolton bastards were masterminds.

Word count: 1.1k

trigger warnings: dark!reader. reader is not mentally well and believes Theon loves her even though he doesn't know her. RAMSAY KINDNESS? Ramsay loving the Reader as her brother. hints of Theon's torture.

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authors notes: First I'm so sorry this is so late to be published things have taken a turn in my life and writing has had to be put on the back burner. but I'm back! and I'm trying something new, I've never done a dark reader before. I hope this was okay! I feel like its not but I'm trying :)

You knew you wanted him the moment you set your eyes on the Stark’s ward.

He wouldn’t recognise you, how could he? The last time you’d ever seen him he was a teenager, too busy chasing girls in pretty skirts and competing with Robb for the fair maiden’s attention to take note of such a plain, quiet girl like you.

Ramsay noticed you staring almost immediately. Being your older brother, possibly the only person in the world who understood you and loved you since you were both Bolton bastards, he was determined to give his sweet, little monster anything she wanted.

“He’s caught your eye, sister?” His ice-blue eyes followed your entranced gaze to see the scrawny Greyjoy boy, too busy yanking a maid’s pigtails to notice you looking. His eyebrows furrowed, “Are you sure you don’t want someone stronger? Someone who could protect you and whatever babes you give him,”

“He has a kind face,” The maid squealed, and noble Ned Stark leant forward to smack both Rob and Theon across the ears to set them in place. “You will get him for me one day, won’t you Ramsay?”

Ramsay looked down at you from your place at the back of the dining hall. Being bastard children, you were not permitted to sit with your father beside the noblemen. Instead, you were among the last to collect your supper, drank the dregs of the wine the other Stark council did not consume, sat near the chill of the open windows. You had less in this world one might think for those born to a nobleman like Roose, but Ramsay had always made sure you had the best he could get, even if it meant getting his knuckles bloodied as it did most of the time.

“Of course, sweet-hearted. Anything you want is yours. When you’re of age to marry, he will be yours,” He smiled with too many teeth as he always did, making his face look sinister to others, but to you he was your dearest brother. The only one who understood the way your mind worked, in a way that others would call twisted you called unique.

Watching Theon Greyjoy that day, you knew your brother would never fail you.

Ramsay made good on his promise as he always did. A few days after your ten and eighth birthday, he led you down to the lower passages of Dreadfort claiming he had a present for you. You had never quite forgotten about the Stark’s ward. But with the chaos the people were now calling the war of five kings, you had some trouble keeping up with his whereabouts. He had betrayed the Starks, killed the youngest two boys, boys he had grown up with like brothers, all for his own gain of power.

Nothing could make you so certain he was perfect for you. A man who would stab his company in the back in the name of helping his genuine family was exactly the man you wanted.

You had always known he would be special, that he would understand the way your mind ticked. While everyone called you cruel, he would love you the way you loved him.

So when he led you to Dreadfort dungeons, and there was Theon Greyjoy, strung to a flaying cross, you felt your heart swell in excitement.

“For you, my dear sister. Just as I always promised,” Ramsay presented the man, who looked scruffier than the last time you had seen him, just a few months before the war started. Again you had been just a fly on the wall in Winterfell, but this time was different. This time he would know who you were, know just as well as you did you were perfect for each other.

You squealed, squeezing your brother around the waist in a tight hug. “I knew you could do it, I knew you would never disappoint me,”

“Please help me!” Theon begged, though his words fell on deaf ears as you moved closer to him, “Please let me go, I’m not supposed to be here,”

“Of course you are, silly,” You said, reaching up to unbind his arm. You were smiling at him almost too wide, a crazed look in your eye that you shared with your brother, as though this was all a part of a bigger plan he knew nothing about.

Theon was sure he had seen you before, sure he had felt those two eyes piercing his skull many a time before. But he didn’t know you.

“W-what?” Theon asked, as his first hand was let free, and you began to undo the second, “What do you mean? I need to leave, I need to find my father,”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you just got here. We need to arrange the wedding first,” You said simply, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Poor Theon was confused, and his battered face said as much.

“Wedding? What wedding?”

“Ours, of course,” You replied, working away at the knots in the rope. Theon looked over your shoulder to see Ramsay’s face full of a silent fury, as though he was warning him against upsetting the woman who was trying to free him.

But Theon being Theon was lost, curious. He was disoriented and tired and hungry, and you were making no sense. “Ours?” He cried in shock, “But, I have no idea who you are,”

You froze before the knot could be pulled free and immediately Theon felt the mistake he had made fall over the room in deadly silence.

Your eyes snapped to him, and the manic look was gone, replaced by pure hurt. “You don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?” Theon felt Ramsay’s eyes darken in the shadows of the dungeon. If what he had said before had been a mistake, then those two words felt like a death sentence.

Your bottom lip started quivering. All you had ever wanted, ever dreamed of was fading right in front of your eyes. You were supposed to be his, the way he had always been yours.

“Come, sister,” Ramsay jumped in, tucking you under his arm and leading you to the dungeon door, “I will have a word with your dearest fiance, I fear he is feeling a bit under the weather at the moment,” You retreated away from the Greyjoy boy, knowing sweet Ramsay would fix everything for you as he promised. “Let me have a word with him, make sure he remembers to cherish you even in his sickness,”

You nodded solemnly, your sad eyes never leaving Theon’s fear stricken face as he realised the hidden threat in your brother’s words.

And within moments, the door was closed and he was left with the vengeful face of Ramsay Snow, and Theon wanted for nothing more than to have you back near him, promising him the world.

#theon x reader #theon greyjoy x reader #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones fanfiction #Theon Greyjoy imagine #Theon Greyjoy blurb #Theon Greyjoy fanficiton #stars' 1k follower shebang

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muchtodoaboutmuses · 6 months

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Closed Starter

for @wickedanddeadly (Lucifer)

"… See you next week, Luke."

Loki stood at the door, and watched his teenage patient vanish down the stairs before he stepped back into his office. After turning his back to the door, he flicked his wrist, and the seals were set in place. A magic ward unseen by humans covered the small building he occupied. Nobody would bother him during his lunch break. Sauntering back to his desk, Loki sighed, picked up one of his leisure magazines, and started flipping through the pages.

But then a familiar presence leaked into the room. It was a far more powerful presence that was able to push through even his magic.

"You clever bastard," Loki mumbled, but he chuckled, nevertheless. "I haven't seen you in over millennia. Do tell me you weren't listening in on that last therapy session. That breaks protocol, and it took me a long time to earn that boy's trust. You know I have problems earning people's trust, given MY history and all with causing chaos. By the way, how's Gabriel doing these days?"

#wickedanddeadly #｟ VERSE ｠ ⸻ I See a Scheme & in that Scheme I See Myself #｟ LOKI ｠ ⸻ RP interactions

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golvio · 1 year

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Most people’s interpretation of how Ganondorf and Ghirahim would interact if they ever met: Ghirahim desperately trying to nag Ganondorf into being a 1:1 replacement for Demise, then getting pissy when that isn’t the case.

My interpretation of their relationship: Ganondorf’s “meet cute” and subsequent quiet-but-very-insistent courtship with Ghirahim basically being a reenactment of the corpse-witch vigil scenes from Viy (1967), with Ganondorf ominously circling the ring of salt, sinisterly intoning that 100,000,000 years of mourning is long enough and maybe he should finally start dating people (like Ganondorf, who is not only standing right there in front of them, but also just happens to be wearing a sheer burial shroud that, in the church candlelight, shows the shadowy outline of his solid, voluptuous body in a way that is totally coincidental and in no way a very deliberate ploy in his long, patient scheme to seduce this little metal bastard into breaking his oath and joining the self-proclaimed new god of Malice, transformation, revenge, ambition, death and resurrection and rebirth who has long eclipsed that dull, ambitionless primordial god of fire, destruction, and ultimate endings). Ghirahim recoils in terror and holds up the symbol of his Master’s fallen house to ward off this wicked, worldly seducer, determined to keep the Master’s memory alive by flagellating himself with his own grief for all eternity. Besides, he’s not supposed to actually hook up with someone on screen! He was written to fit the archetype of the pathetic homosexual henchman who endlessly pines after his very masculine, very heterosexual, and eternally unavailable boss to serve as an example for the straights to laugh at for “acting like a woman”/pity as an example of the degenerative results of the homosexual, non-Shinzo Abe/American Christian Dominionist-approved gender-disobedient lifestyle! Who knows what kind of narrative and cosmic chaos he could unleash if he actually followed his own desires and reached out and grabbed hold of what he craved for once instead of being the audience’s sexless little purse dog? And yet! And yet...!

#loz thoughts #ghiradorf #ganondorf #ghirahim #homophobia mention tw

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writteninscarlet · 4 months

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Peace was never an option. That’s what their actions were screaming at her. Wanda didn’t believe that for one fucking second. There could have been compromise and a level of peace, even if it wasn’t solid or stable. Nothing good came all at once. They could have worked on it together and promoted a level of companionship and trust between nations. Instead, haters would always do what they did best: fear what they did not understand. Wanda know fear well, and though it had long been a curse she could she the gifts fear sometimes could bring. But their fear was unnatural and they were blinded by ignorance.

Mutants and humans were not destined to fight continually. It was not some law of fate, it wasn’t something written in stone that could not be diverted. There was no need to be mortal enemies, when even a grudging rivalry would be better for both parties.

The screams were now vocal and loud and primal. Someone was in PAIN.

Wanda didn’t want to face Kate Pryde’s wrath, the young mutant could be incredibly vicious and was as lethal as they came. Already the organised group was becoming disorganised in the chaos of lost limbs and lost lives. Wanda couldn’t focus too much on what the brunette was doing, she had her own bigots to deal with, but Kate was dancing through the crowds and leaving a trail of bodies in her wake. Wanda was not dancing - yet - but she was moving swiftly and capably.

Her hexes were enough to ward most away, and to take them out completely. For those who dared step even closer, Wanda was kindly showing them the results of training from some of the best physical fighters the Avengers and other heroic teams had to offer.

She was angry. Rage was pulsing through her, a flash fire deep within. It wasn’t all consuming this time like such emotional outbursts had been in the past. Wanda was very much still herself, but she knew that such a rage wasn’t going to go any time soon and that some of her hexes were perhaps stronger than needed. But her rage was fuelled by injustice and pain. There was more than enough fuel to keep the fire going. These anti-mutant haters had picked on the wrong two mutants. These woman were going to obliterate them.

Or close enough.

They couldn’t kill them. Not all of them. Not unless necessary.

It didn’t matter that THEY had started the fight. It didn’t matter that Wanda and Kitty had been doing no wrong. They were simply two friends in a public space. It didn’t matter that THEY would happily kill the two mutants or make a show of them. This fight would end up in the news if it wasn’t somehow hushed up first, and it would be the mutants of the world who would come of looking worse.

There was a flashing pain in her side as she released someone had thrown something - a knife? A pole? Something. Didn’t matter what unless she somehow found out that there injury was infected later. It was enough to know that it was bleeding, but not heavily. She wasn’t dying on her feet, and she should have seen it coming. The hexes stopped, briefly, as she punched the fucker nearest hee. A clean cut to the throat, a gargling sound from the man perhaps two or three times her weight, down he went.

Her hands moved as quickly as a speedsters, the hexes coming more frequently now. Things were TOO chaotic.

She sensed Kate by her side, and said (though was sure Kate knew it too), “We need to finish this quickly. We’re drawing too much attention. Someone could get hurt.” Someone OTHER than the idiots and bastards currently around them. She didn’t know how Kate was doing either. Wanda thought she could feel a magnificent bruise forming on one of her cheeks, and there was the cut above her hip of course. Probably others. These were humans and no REAL match for either of them. But their sheer number told her this had been organised, and that someone above the level of these goons knew the mutants wouldn’t be prepared to annihilate and kill them. They had to exert restraint. That meant taking a few blows.

“I wouldn’t trust them to organise a piss up in a brewery,” she added through gritted teeth as the end was in sight. A few more fell. A couple left. So was behind it? There were any number of organisations that might wish mutants harm, from Orchis to Hydra to AIM and beyond (to other mutants in fact).

Closed Starter ;; @onlyaphcse

#onlyaphcse #ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic #tw; injury #tw; blood

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bohemian-nights · 6 months

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Can you imagined if Aemond had been raised by Daemon? Like after the eye situation Luke becomes Viserys ward and Aemond becomes Rhaenyra or Daemons ward. The chaos that would ensue (not sure if this would realistically change anything but I like to have fun and imagine it would).

Now this is chaotic, but fascinating👀

I don’t think much would change either, but I could see when Viserys dies Luke becoming the Greens hostage. He’s probably also forced to make public statement at Aegon’s coronation that he is a bastard and that his uncle is the rightful ruler of the seven kingdoms. He for sure still dies, but it’s later in the Dance. Probably the biggest thing here is that Blood & Cheese doesn’t happen.

I think Aemond would find some way to flee Dragonstone during the chaos of lizards birth, but ultimately though I don’t see this preventing the Dance or any of the deaths that occurred.

#dance au #child hostage edition #bnasks #bnask

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silverflame2724 · 3 years

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WWX wisely chose not to attend Jin Lings 100 day celebration but still has to listen to Jin Zixun's screaming about some curse from the edge of the corpse barrier. Finally at the end of his patience Wei Wuxian curses Jin Zixun in a manner that no one can mistake as anything other than a curse cast by Wei Wuxian.

It's a truth curse mixed with a babbling curse as well as having a area of effect so everyone within a li of the victim is affected. Almost with a hour of returning to carp tower for reinforcements during the party with everyone in attendance fights break out as inconvenient truths come spilling out.

"I was paid by the Jin to spread false rumours about the Yiling Patriarch!", "I cursed Jin Zixun with the 100 holes curse!", ect.

When the invitation came, Wei Wuxian really wanted to go at first. He never thought he would get the chance to see his Shijie again. And for Lan Zhan himself to sign the letter of invitation made it all the more tempting. But......

But Wei Wuxian knew the Jin. And knew that they wouldn't let this chance go to possibly attack the Burial Mounds or maybe even him on his way to Lanling. Everyone knew Wei Wuxian no longer used his sword and Wei Wuxian would have to travel through Qiongqi Path to get to Lanling. Qiongqi Path was structured in a way that made it perfect for an ambush. And while Qiongqi was sure to have plenty of resentful energy and corpses around, Wei Wuxian couldn't count on the chance that the area would be purged in preparal for his arrival.

So though it tore at him, Wei Wuxian rejected the invitation, choosing instead to strengthen the wards in fear of retaliation from his refusal. And just as he expected, the Jins came knocking. Though, not for the reason he had initially thought.

“Wei Wuxian!!!! Remove this curse you have put on me!!!!” Some random Jin yelled, banging futilely against the wards.

Wei Wuxian ignored him. He wasn’t about to go see what the ruckus was about. What if he was just yelling about it only to lead Wei Wuxian into a trap? He doubted many Jin had the smarts to think about that, but still. He’d rather err on the side of caution.

It had been a few hours and this guy still hadn’t given up. Wei Wuxian was starting to get annoyed but still dreaded over having to deal with this annoyance. Can a man just get a few days without someone cursing him to death? He had inventions to invent!

“So you finally show your face, you servant!!!” The Jin spat, heaving and red-faced. The cultivators behind him looked ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

Wei Wuxian was not impressed.

“Undo this curse right now, Wei Wuxian!!! Otherwise, I’ll tell my uncle to have the clans siege you!!!!”

“Your....uncle?” Wei Wuxian asked curiously. “Who are you again?”

“You know who I am!”

“I really don’t.” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “Look, I don’t know who fed you the lie that I cursed you, but I really have better things to do than curse someone I don’t even know.”

The Jin began yelling again and Wei Wuxian sighed, rubbing his temples to ward off a headache. He was really getting annoyed. And then--

“Ha, if your parents could see you know, they’d be so disappointed in you.”

Wei Wuxian twitched.

“It’s a good thing they died, huh? So they don’t have to see what a tainted mess their bastard of a son became!”

Normally, Wei Wuxian would brush off any insult. However, to target his parents? That was crossing a fucking line.

“Since you want to be so badly cursed by me, so be it!” He put Chenqing to his lips and began playing. A wave of resentful energy gathered and blasted the Jin and his companions away.

The curse was a little thing Wei Wuxian had come up with when he was bored. Wen Qing had given him the idea, indirectly. She had been tired with him disguising his injuries from many of his failed experiments and decided to curse him with a truth curse, causing him to be unable to hide his injuries from her. (Of course, after it wore off, he stopped hiding things from her, knowing she had something like that at her disposal.) In an effort to undo it, Wei Wuxian had studied it and though he hadn’t been able to figure out how to undo it before it wore off, he had been able to figure out how to improve it.

This new and improved curse had the same function. However, instead of being forced to tell the truth, the victim would blurt out any secrets they had kept hidden. On top of that, it would spread to others quickly. Wei Wuxian hoped that a few minutes of embarrassing secrets being spilled would be enough to deter them.

And sure enough, it did.

The Jin and his rather disgruntled group of subordinates left. Now that Wei Wuxian looked at them though, he noticed some Lan disciples in their midst. His heart had clenched with betrayal and hurt, remembering that it was Lan Zhan who had signed the invitation.

He shook his head. It mattered not.

...........................

What Wei Wuxian didn’t know, though, was that the effects of the curse had not worn off. So when Jin Zixun returned to the celebration to get reinforcements, it quickly spread to all of the guests.

At least three sect leaders immediately blurted out, “I was paid by the Jin to spread false rumors about the Yiling Patriarch!”

“Me too! The Jin promised me women and crops in exchange for telling everyone at the recent Discussion conference that the Yiling Patriarch had sent his corpses to my land! They were just wandering fierce corpses, but who wouldn’t believe that Wei Wuxian would send his corpses to any random person?”

“I was told to spread the rumors about the Yiling Patriarch raping virgins!”

And then......

“I cursed Jin Zixun with the hundred holes curse!” Su Minshan, sect leader of the newly emerged Su sect, said.

Jin Zixun turned to him quickly and took out his sword, rushing to him. “Undo it right now!!!”

“I don’t want to! You always bullied me, why should I?” Su Minshan yelled, easily beating back Jin Zixun. However, he couldn’t defend himself against all of Jin Zixun’s subordinates and was quickly taken into custody.

The party quickly descended into chaos as everyone everywhere began spilling their deepest, darkest secrets.

Jin, Lan, Jiang, Yao, Ouyang......no one was spared. No matter how they tried to stop it, the curse was too strong.

And the culprit for all this chaos? He was happily tinkering away in his cave, unaware of how powerful the curse he casted was.

#mdzs #wei ying #wei wuxian #wen remnants #jin zixun #curses #everyone in the cultivation world gets indirectly cursed to spread their secrets

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sepia-mahogany · 3 years

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Prompt: hearing about xuanwus defeat, madam jin and jin zixuan come to lotus pier and overhear madam yu saying wei wuxian should have let the 'sect heirs die', lwj who's recovering also overhears, the 3 get first hand experience of jiang household situation and decide fk this and take wwx out of there, its a prompt from vrishchikawrites blog (a wonderful write!) So maybe ask permission?

From the prompt on @vrishchikawrites

Jin Zixuan could not forget the young man, the head disciple of Yunmeng Jiang, who, despite his previous (petty) grievances with, had stepped up when everyone else had been frozen on the spot, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get his blood stained image out of his mind. Which had led to this discussion.

“What? No! I forbid it.” his father responded when he asked for sending reinforcements to Jiang Sect, while he understood with Cloud Recesses burnt down, and Nie under attack, either Yunmeng Jiang or Lanling Jin were next on the table, and despite having well equipped men, with the best of weapons, his father refused to extend help.

Refused to stand against those who sought to harm his son, ‘in situations like these, know when to step back’ he had said, and Jin Zixuan could feel shame creeping up under his skin, outnumbered and clearly at losing stakes, he hadn’t hesitated to save him, and what would that make him if he forgot the debt so clearly owed? To live the lavish life of a coward..! He could see his mother fuming from where she stood, and closed his eyes to suppress his bitter thoughts, he wanted to do something, anything to help.

And suddenly, anger melted from her face and that smile crept up her face and he felt a chill down his spine, a sense of foreboding overcame him, he could see his father tense as well. “Of course, the Jin Sect sides with them.” she spoke, venom dripping off her every word. “Nothing wrong if the Sect Leader’s wife wants the marriage renewed?” a pit formed in his stomach, he did not want to marry a woman he barely knew, but using this opportunity, they could, in a sense create a bond, stronger than of just two sworn sisters.

However, “Madam Jin meets up with her sworn sister, Madam of Jiang Sect, just as Qishan Wen begins its attacks?” the war has been declared, how would it seem if the two sect Madams, and the Sect heirs are meeting, with or without the Sect Leader? “The risks are completely unneeded, what do we gain from this?” his mother glared at his father, who pointedly ignored her, Jin Zixuan exhaled, thinking things over.

As much as he disliked the engagement, he knew she would not bring it up, unless the situation, as dire as it was, needed it, this bond could provide future aid to one another should the need arise, so Jin Zixuan kept his disagreements to himself, because he knew she wouldn’t force him, not with the concerns of a cold loveless marriage like his parents, he knew she was using it as a cover to aid her sworn sister.

An opportunity, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then remembered how the Second Jade, Lan Wangji had stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and Wei Wuxian, Head Disciple, had stepped up to save them.

Jin Zixuan exhaled, and made a decision, muttering out a half-hearted excuse, he left them on their own, and later into the night, he approached his mother.

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The boat landed steadily, unnoticed in the middle of the night, his mother had won the final say in the matter, of course with the reluctant agreement of remaining disguised as just another trade ship, the serene view would have been calming, had his nerves not have been high strung from adrenaline, small sacrifices, he could of course find a way to break off the engagement in a future of more peaceful times.

Jin Zixuan climbed out the boat first, followed calmly by his mother, the disguises were near perfect, for the disciples around the brightly lit place to look curious, but not alarmed. One, he recognised seeing a few times at Cloud Recesses, came near them with a nervous smile. “We offer you our sincerest apologies but...we’d appreciate it if travellers could avoid an audience with the Sect Leader?”

The disguises were perfect then, for they had been mistaken as travellers that would go to and fro from Yunmeng Jiang Sect, his mother sniffed and looked at the disciple sternly “We are not here for the Sect Leader, but the Violet Spider, we have an important message for them.” Jin Zixuan had noticed before but now it had become more apparent as the disciples shifted around, something was off, it dampened his enthusiasm and the rush he had felt earlier, instead concern filled him, had something happened to Wei Wuxian?

His mother held out a token, the disciple’s eyes widened and he bowed in respect, “I assume this would be enough?” Madam Jin said curtly, and the disciple nodded, though tensely. “This one will escort you to the guest chambers”

The curious gazes had not been moved, as they moved inside, step by step, down the corridor they went, as the muffled voices became more distinguishable, all 3 of them froze when they heard, unmistakably the Jiang Sect Heir’s voice. “-You shouldn’t have played the hero and you shouldn’t have cared for such a hell of a thing. If in the beginning you hadn’t….”

Jin Zixuan felt a cold pit forming in his stomach, surely he must be mistaken, but seeing the expression twisting on his mothers face, he could assume he was not, in fact, misunderstanding what Jiang Wanyin was implying.

The disciple bowed quickly, slightly panicked “If you’d follow me-” Madam Jin pointed at him and he immediately shut up, head bowed, just as the Jiang Sect Leader reprimanded “Jiang Cheng.” Silence followed. “Do you know in which ways what you just have said is not appropriate?” was followed by a glum “Yes.”

Even if slightly, Jin Zixuan relaxed, his mother’s expression lightening into a frown, ‘at least someone is self-aware’ Madam Jin thought. “He’s just angry and speaking without care” another voice added, Jin Zixuan perked up, Wei Wuxian! So he was alright, he felt relieved. Madam Jin continued to frown, Wei Wuxian was clearly trying to lessen the pressure off of the Jiang heir.

Another harsh voice cut through them all “Yes, he doesn’t understand but what does it matter, as long as Wei Ying understands!?” rang out her voice, Madam Jin’s lips pursed into a line, of what her son had just said, that was what she was focusing on?

“‘To attempt at the impossible’ is exactly how he is, isn’t it? Fooling around even though he knew it’d bring trouble to his sect!?” Jin Zixuan sneaked a look at his mother to see her eyes cold, her fist clenched tightly, he was aware they shouldn’t be hearing this, but this? It wasn’t what they expected at all, he was frozen in place, what in the world was he hearing?

Madam Jin’s thoughts matched her appearance, for once she felt less than charitable towards Yu Ziyuan, and more and more like a fool, here she was, risking her and her son’s safety, her sects safety, for a woman who couldn't care less about her son’s life, but was also wilfully blinding herself to the war right on the horizon, ‘No’ she thought to herself, ‘it was I who was truly blind’

And it was the boy she heard being called ‘Fengmian’s bastard’ or ‘son of a servant’ who had saved her son's life instead, she bit back the bitter chuckle that threatened to escape her, truly, what a fool she was, to be caught in the violet spiders web.

She looked at her son, whose face clouded over the more he heard, she grabbed his arm tightly, if nothing else then to prevent him from barging inside, with Jiang Fengmian’s favor, she was sure that they didn’t need to interfere, until, “My lady, what are you doing here?” she held back her disbelief, her son on the other hand, inhaled sharply.

This was what he was focusing on? Not the insults to his bas- to his ward? To his sect’s entire foundation? It would seem she was truly mistaken, in her and Yu Ziyuan sharing their miseries, entirely wrong about her character, and who was still throwing around callous words for the sake of it, for what else? If not her own cruelty?

"What am I doing here? What a joke that I am asked of such a thing! Sect Leader Jiang, do you still remember that I'm also the leader of Lotus Pier? Do you still remember that every inch of the earth here is my territory? Do you still remember, between the one lying there and the one standing there, which one is your son?" Disbelief and disgust couldn’t even begin to describe what Madam Jin was feeling, the Sect Leader’s response, however, “I do remember.” Enhanced those to the heights she didn't even know she was capable of feeling.

And so stood the enraged Madam of Jin Sect, the horrified Jin heir and one ashamed disciple whose head could bow no lower, but that was nothing compared to what was said next “You do remember, but there's no use if you simply remember. Wei Ying, he really can't take it unless he stirs up some trouble, can he? If I had known, I would've made him stay in Lotus Pier properly and not go outside. Could Wen Chao really have dared to do anything to the two young masters of the GusuLan Sect and Lanling Jin Sect? Even if he did, it'd mean that they ran out of luck. Since when was it your turn to play the hero?"

Blood roared in Madam Jin’s ears, her nails digging into her palm, she wanted to bite Yu Ziyuan’s head off there and then. ‘Of all the idiotic, foolish, horrid, things she could utter-’ in her cursing, she only realised she had put too much force in her rage filled haze when her son hissed in pain, she immediately let go of his arm, and pinched the bridge of her nose, taking calming breaths.

She was afraid she would do something terrible and irrevocable if she stayed there any longer, listening to a pathetic mockery of- she exhaled and pushed Jin Zixuan towards the open doors. “B-but mother-” he looked back but she gave him that look and he quietened “Later a-Xuan.” while moving outwards, the disciple trailing behind them, they could easily catch some of the words the woman threw at Wei Wuxian.

Madam Jin gritted her teeth in anger, and left without looking back, once she and her son were seated in the boat. “A-Xuan” she began, lightly ruffling his hair “Your marriage is up to you to decide, I will have no say in the matter from here onwards” Her son was not going to be married into that cursed Sect no matter what if she could help it, she moved forward to pull him into a hug, “Mother was wrong.”

“But mother what about..?” She heard him say, she pulled back and rest one hand on his shoulder, the other caressing his cheek, her son, who by the Jiang’s standards, should’ve been killed, and her blood boiled in her veins. “We came here to make a bond and talk if it were possible, since that wasn’t possible, it can be done some other day.” She lightly patted him, and seeing his thoughts drift off, thought to herself darkly ‘and if the Jiangs are attacked, well, they ran out of luck then.’

Her son hesitantly nodded, “Wei Wuxian...I owe him, for saving me then, if not for him.....” She sniffed, as if indicating what was obvious “Of course,” When the news spread later that Lotus Pier was attacked, with Jiang Wanyin and Wei Wuxian on the run, she hoped for Wei Wuxian’s survival, more so than the Jiang Sect Heir.

And if, perhaps, after a few years her son proposed sworn brotherhood with that Wei Wuxian, well, it wasn’t without her approval.

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authors notes i guess?

Okay so writing Madam Yu’s lines legit left me disgusted like wtf was she even saying?? Also like I tried to write Madam Jin similar but a bit less than Madam Yu (ya know madam jin never whipped kids with her spiritual weapons, if she had any, not to our knowledge at least...right?) but ended up venturing straight into slightly dark madam jin heh, also like no engagement, no jin-wei tense relationship, (there’ll be 1-2 parts more probably) also wwx woke up earlier in this one, this’ll serve as catalyst for later years.

#mdzs fic #jin zixuan #madam jin #jin guangshan #jiang wanyin #jiang fengmian #madam yu #unnamed disciple lol #prompt writing #anon asks #my writing

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 3 years

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Bringer of Chaos

With the reveal of you as the UA traitor, 1-A and the Pro Heroes now have to face the war coming to them. By the Bringer of Chaos.

Words- 6.6K

UA!Traitor x MHA, Tomura Shigaraki x Reader (Sibling Relationship)

Warnings: MAJOR Character death, violence, death, Stockholm syndrome, angst, and lots of sadness

A/N: For the readers quirk it’s chaos magic just like Scarlet Witch as well as hero costume. This isn’t a crossover making the reader Scarlet Witch, just that that quirk works for the story and I couldn’t think of any other villain costume. Anyways hope you all enjoy.

Was it fear that she felt.

All their eyes on her.

Heroes think they were in the right but how many people died by their hands. Why say you're a hero if you can’t save them all right?

You had always had a dangerous quirk when you were younger, both your parents were quirkless but when they had you, you had one. Chaos Magic is what they called it the ability to tap into and utilizes the chaotic forces of the universe, capable of warping, manipulating and/or reconstructing reality and probability as well as the very fabric of existence. They had no clue where it came from and from which side of the family passed it down. Two quirkless parents raising a child with a strong quirk, they had no clue what to do.

You were pulled out of school after your quirk had manifested and you made a stuffed animal bear come to life, scaring the class and teacher and forcing you to transform it back to a regular toy. With such a strong quirk your parents were afraid that you could hurt someone when your quirk grew stronger and you were homeschooled for the safety of you but mostly the safety of others.

Society deemed people without quirks useless and not successful, if you had one you better hope it was powerful and flashy or you wouldn’t be going anywhere with your life. When you were younger you looked up to heroes, they saved the day and kept everyone safe from the bad guys. You remembered sitting on the couch with your parents watching the news and seeing the heroes save the day and you would stand up and turn to your parents saying you would become a hero and save everyone. They would smile and tell you if you worked hard enough you would be the next number one hero. With your childhood you were happy everyone was safe, until they weren’t.

The police and heroes said there was nothing they could have done to save them, it was a break-in. They had shown up and slaughtered your parents leaving you there sitting in between their bleeding bodies alone. That was when you knew heroes couldn’t save everyone, the society they live among is corrupt. Heroes looking after popularity votes and looks instead of actually saving lives. Ironically there were others they had similar ideals as you did. You were passed around from foster home to foster home but, no one wanted to deal with a child whose quirk was too dangerous; they didn’t want a villain-like kid.

You were six when you ran away after another foster family sent you back after you had made the dog they had got as a welcoming gift disappear never to return. You kept running until your legs wouldn’t let you move anymore and that’s when he found you.

A portal had opened in the alleyway you had collapsed in and out came a man followed by a boy. The man wore a some sort of ventilator mask that covered the entire of his face and neck, next to him was a boy who had a disembodied hand covering his face. The man never told you his name just holding his hand telling you that you would be able to get revenge on the heroes. You grew to see him as your new father and the boy who told you his name was Tomura as a brother. He was a few years older than you but the time you spent together was when you were meeting father or him watching you train your quirk. Another person in your life when you joined what was now the League of Villains was Kurogiri, father was rarely around so he watched after you and Tomura, he taught you everything you would need to know.

When you joined UA you main goal was to bring down the hero society following after Tomura’s lead, him always reminding you that you would get your revenge. You played your part well not holding back when in fights against villains during the USJ, Kamino Ward, everything fell into place. With talk about the UA traitor within the teachers no one suspected the girl who seemed to have little hold on her quirk, but how wrong they were. All this led to now your former friends looking at you in fear and horror, when it was revealed you were the traitor.

You were completely surrounded by her former teachers standing around you ready to take you down and you kept your gaze on your class.

“Y/n don’t make this harder than it is, please just surrender.” Mr. Aizawa held his scarf in both hands ready to attack if you made any sudden moves.

“And if I don’t? Can you really stop me?” You glance at your teacher and he faltered slightly in his stance.

“You’re completely surrounded by pro heroes, so we can take you down.” Present Mic said making you smirk they have only seen what you showed at progression with your quirk. UA only knows the most you could do is change the integrity of a few objects, nothing on a large scale. They barely gave you time to react with Mr. Aizawa sends his capture weapon towards you to wrap it around you, activating his quirk making his hair rise up and float. The weapon goes straight to you half of it landing on the ground behind you.

You look at him with a bored expression, finding humor in him and the others' shocked expression. “Did you think it would be that easy?” You knelt grabbing the end of his capture weapon and he tries to use it but it doesn’t affect you. “What would a simple cloth feel like if it weighed more than that.” A red haze covers the cloth leading up to his neck and slams into the ground, the weight of the scarf alone slowly starts to suffocate him. Present Mic and Midnight rush to him trying to pry the scarf off him.

“Mr. Aizawa!” Class 1-A yells seeing their teacher struggle. Dropping the scarf from your end you look around at your teachers who know they can’t stop you and your classmates.

“Don’t think this is over,” You hear an explosion and someone running towards you, “You bastard get back here!” Bakugo yells, holding his hand out sending a huge explosion. The smoke clears and there is Bakugo panting out of breath looking around for you, but you’re nowhere to be found. The red haze surrounding Aizawa’s scarf disappears, sending him shooting upwards, throwing it off him as he coughs and wheezes. The 1-A and the Pros look to where you once stood, if that was just some of your power, they had no clue what was in store for them if you came back.

In an abandoned warehouse the league hears footsteps heading towards the room they were in. Each of them ready to fight and kill the intruder, the footsteps getting louder until it was right in front of the room.

“That’s funny thinking your quirks could stop me.” A familiar voice calls out through the door as they open it. You stand in front of them and they relax welcoming you in. Standing away from them was Tomura Shigaraki, he was scratching his neck frantically but stopped when he heard your voice. You walked closer to the man you saw as a mentor, as a brother. You stood next to him as he looked out the warehouse window showing the vast city that was part of Japan.

“Tomura...it’s time.”

With your reveal as the UA traitor the school was put on lockdown immediately once you left in fear you would return but not alone. Your face was plaster across the news worldwide ranking you as national alert. News articles found everything about you with your parent’s death, your disappearance from the orphanage to your life at UA. They speculated that you could be in correlation to the league which made you more of a threat, if you had connections to All for One or Tomura Shigaraki.

“Funny how one moment you were just a UA student, now you’re public enemy number one.” Spinner smirks, tossing you the latest newspaper that talked about you. You smirked as you made the newspaper disappear before it could hit you and reappear behind Spinner hitting him in the back of the head.

“They say the same crap as always, not my fault heroes don’t know how to do their jobs.” You go back to laying on the couch closing your eyes, blocking out the noise of the villains around you. You hear the door open and footsteps bounding towards you jumping on the couch crushing you under their weight.

“Y/nnnnnn I missed you so much when you were gone. It’s boring being the only girl here with Mange gone and you always at UA.” Toga wraps her arms around you squeezing the living life out of you.

“Toga if you don’t let me go, I swear I will turn you into a bug.” You open one eye glaring at her and she sighs getting off you mumbling under her breath.

“How much longer do we have to keep waiting we’ve been in this stupid warehouse for the past week.” Dabi said, kicking a can away from where he was standing.

“Yeah I wanna fight, no let’s relax.” Twice responses, god they were annoying as hell.

You huff sitting up look at them, “When Tomura says he’s ready we’ll go until then shut up and let me rest.”

“And why should we listen to what you have to say, you’re younger than any of us.” Dabi gets up in your face and you clench your jaw waiting for him to do something.

“You should watch what you say next, we know who could win in this fight.” You stand both of you up in each other's face.

“Yeah what are you gonna do about it, huh” He smirks and he goes to speak again but his breath hitches as he grabs his throat.

“What’s the problem Dabi? Have something to say?” He falls to his knees as he tries to breath but is unable to. “You feel that right your lungs are failing on you, do you know how easy it is to kill you right now.” You squat in front of him grabbing his face, your hand covered in a red haze when you use your quirk.

“You made your point Y/n stop it.” Toga grabs your shoulder.

“No, he seems like he has something to say right, Dabi.” Tears fill his eyes as he is practically blue in the face.

“That’s enough Y/n.” Tomura calls out and you stop using your quirk as him and Mr. Compress enter the room. Dabi sucks in air coughing profusely Twice, Toga, and Spinner goes to his aid as he regulates his breath lightheaded from the rush of new oxygen. “You all act like children.” Tomura says walking past you all going to the window looking out to the city.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes sitting back on the couch. “The Nomus are ready, my army is ready.” He turns to look at you all. “You all know what you have to do, so get to it.” He says and they all leave, Dabi walking past you glaring at you with you glaring back. Leaving only the two of you left in the room, you stand next to him as you both look at the calm city that will be thrown into chaos.

“Father would be proud of you Tomura.” You place your hand on his shoulder and he nods.

“You know what to do, you are the biggest piece in the puzzle. You know UA in and out, give them hell.” You nod looking at the man you see as family, the calm before the storm.

“I’ll see you on the other side Tomura.”

The van you were in stopped a few blocks away and you climbed out of it looking back at the villains sitting in it. “Don’t fuck it up Y/n.” Dabi says and you smirk. “You just do your job.” The clothes you were wearing transform into your old school uniform. The league drives away leaving you to walk the rest to UA, they would have no clue what hit them.

With your disappearance UA had been hesitant but continued school as normal, with the dorms they had up campus security and included a strict curfew for the safety of the students. Many students were surprised when they heard that you were the traitor while others found it ironic that someone from 1-A the hero course was actually a villain. 1-A atmosphere had definitely change since the reveal, some were easier at coming to peace that who they thought was their friend was actually a traitor while others still couldn’t believe it. The class seemed dull with you gone. You had put on a convincing performance, actually forming friendships with your classmates some seeing you as family which broke them even more. Midoriya lost some sort of sparkle since you had left, he saw you as one of his closest friends and felt like this seemed like his fault why didn’t he see the signs. Your curiosity for everyone’s quirk specifically his, you seemed to have a love for heroes and he had shown you his notebook with list upon list of everyone with their quirks and their strength and weakness. He let her get exactly what she needed that would affect heroes and the students because he saw her as a friend.

Mr. Aizawa went on about the lesson but Izuku drowned out most of his talking his gaze to the window showing the walkway to the front of the school. Every few minutes he could see cars driving past the entrance, but what caught his eye was someone walking down the path that led to the building. From this distance he couldn’t make out a face but they were a student from the uniform, but why were they there? It was already the middle of the school day and they should be in class. As if his questions were answered an alarm went off shocking the students

“Intruder alert! Please evacuate the building. Intruder alert!” The intercoms repeat as the alarm continues.

Everyone is grabbing their bags, “It’s probably just the press like last time.” Kirishima says as they get ready to leave, but Midoriya is still locked onto the figure walking to the building, they had no school bag and didn’t seem like they were in a hurry as they got closer. Whoever was walking looked up towards the building and Midoriya felt ice enter his veins seeing their face.

“Hey Deku come on we have to go.” Uraraka grabs his arm to pull him away from the window but he is frozen in shock and fear. His classmates look at him confused at his unnaturally pale face.

“Deku you idiot we have to leave.” Bakugo yells at him standing at the door where Mr. Aizawa was waiting impatiently as they needed to evacuate as a group.

“She’s here.” Midoriya said, and the class had a pretty good idea who “she” was.

“None of you leave this classroom, you got it.” Mr. Aizawa pushed them back in, closing the door, locking it and rushing to go to the other teachers leaving 1-A locked in the class unable to do anything but watch out the window.

“This is crazy, why is she back?” Kaminari said as they all tried to look out the window to see you.

“Whatever reason the Pros will stop her.” Ida said having faith in the heroes.

“You saw what she did last time she was here she almost killed Mr. Aizawa!” Mineta cried out.

“If it’s a fight that’s coming I’m not gonna sit around and wait for her to get here. Where’s the button to open our lockers” Bakugo yelled, going to Mr. Aizawa's desk looking for the button so they could get their hero costumes.

“That isn’t smart Kacchan we thought she wasn’t that advanced with her quirk but if she is that strong and involved with the league of villains we are ants compared to her.” Midoriya tried to reason with him.

“I think Bakugo is right,” Momo said which shocked most of the class, “We need to be logical with this, she’s back here for a reason, she wouldn't be coming back if she didn’t have a plan or someone specific she’s after. She is not our friend anymore right now she’s the enemy and if we want any chance of surviving this we can’t be on a lower level than her.” With Momo’s speech their thoughts were decided, they would have to prepare to fight if they wanted to come out of this alive.

You knew the Pros would be here any minute after you heard the alarm go off. You stood in front of the fountain waiting for them to arrive, you knew that this fight some people wouldn’t make it out but the heroes need to get the punishment they deserve. The loud screech from Present Mic when using his quirk could bring anyone down caused you to press your hands against your ears. You could endure this if it meant saving up energy for your quirk. You felt the capture weapon surround your body and the screaming stop and you collapsed to the ground.

“Ms. Y/n we weren’t expecting you to show up but it seems that we were still able to take you down.” You knew you couldn’t use your quirk unlike last time when that had been an illusion you just needed to wait.

“Funny Nezu you always think you're one step ahead.” You smirk looking up at the principal, “I know I’m always one step ahead.” You could smell the fire and there it was the blue flames growing from the forest.

“It’s the League of Villains!” Midnight gasped coming out of the forest were hordes of Nomus each with different quirks.

“You're sure you’re one step ahead?” You smirk and they knew you were just a decoy. The teachers outside had no choice but to deal with the Nomus heading towards the school and to where you were.

Leaving just Aizawa and Nezu to deal with you, “You are much smarter than I expected.” You shrugged and Aizawa tightened his weapon making you laugh

“I was told to give them hell.” With that you swept your foot out from under Nezu and Aizawa causing them both to jump back, with the split second it that Aizawa eyes closed you vanished from his binds. “Truly wonderful time seeing you again, but the fight has barely begun.” Aizawa doesn’t have time to fight you as he is attacked by a Nomu.

Nezu studies you and you stare back at him, “I don’t understand why you’ve done this but we will stop you.”

You grin “You heroes say that but we both know how this ends.” You disappeared from the battle leaving the teachers fighting the Nomus and the students inside defenseless against you.

“Where did she go?!” Sero said seeing you disappear from their view. With the doors locked they couldn’t leave so they stood in the classroom in their hero costumes waiting for the fight to come to them.

“We know that she’s with the league for all we know they could be in the building already and with the teachers outside we would open for an attack.” Midoriya said seeing you easily get captured only for you to be a decoy for the league to appear, it was genius.

“Midoriya, always thinking about the correct things, that was something I liked about you.” You said making the class turn from the window to where you were sitting on top of your desk in the back. “Great to see you all again.” You smiled and your classmates grimaced at you.

“You're a bitch you know that.” Bakugo hissed, making you frown.

“That hurts my feeling, Kacchan.” You hopped off your desk walking towards them, none of them moving when you stood in front of your classmates.

“You guys are smart putting on your costumes, cause out there seems like the final battle, but this is the beginning of the war.” You said and conveniently when you finished rumbling when through the building and loud explosions went off.

Out the window the view showed buildings away from UA erupting into flames explosions happening every few blocks. 1-A watched in horror that this is what she meant by war not just UA and the league, the entirety of villains and heroes battling it out; utter chaos. “With that we sadly won’t be needing you all. I say this as your former classmate and friend, stay the hell out of my way I don’t wanna hurt you.” The class doesn’t have time to fight back or anything when it feels like the ground is taking out from under them and they are warped away.

The teachers outside are struggling with Nomus keep showing up, suddenly they all freeze and walk away from the heroes heading to the building stopping in front of it as if they were guarding it. Aizawa wipes away the blood from his face “What the hell is this.” He sighs.

“Mr. Aizawa!” He hears his students yell out to him and sees them running towards him.

“What are you all doing here I told you to stay inside.” He scolds them

Ida steps up from the group, “It was Y/n she appeared in the class and then warped us all away, there were other students as well. I believe everyone in the building is now outside.” Aizawa looked back to the building that was guarded by Nomus.

“We don’t know why they would take the building but remove the students but we need to take headcount to see if everyone is actually outside. With what is happening in the city and here heroes are spread thin. This is exactly what they had planned but why go after UA and how is Y/n involved in all this.” The teachers didn’t deal with any problems with the league or Nomu they all just seemed to stop after the students were outside. Part of the forest that was destroyed by the flames was used as a base for heroes and students, everyone was outside not a single student was missing. Which put out the question of what they were after.

“Not a single student is missing, heroes from outside of Musutafu are coming in, but even then we don’t know how many villains or Nomus they might have.” Midnight told Nezu. Some of the teachers were together discussing their next plan while others were watching the students.

“We can assume that the League is in the building, we need to figure out a plan to fight them but also keep the students safe.” Aizawa said, looking over to where his class was.

“The only two people that have a decent amount of info on the league would be Aizawa and All Might.” Nezu said, “You had Y/n as a student though she never showed us the full potential of her quirk, you know her as a student. Whether her personality she showed to everyone was a lie, lies are built on truth. We need to remember she is still a child she could be manipulated to believe what she’s doing is right.” The teachers nodded, you were just a child that could be forced in the middle of this war, “Does anyone know where All Might we need some more information on the League.” The teachers looked at each other, no one had seen All Might at all. With him becoming quirkless because of Kamino he wasn’t outside when the heroes fought the Nomus. Then it hit the heroes, that’s what they were after.

“You think they figured out you are gone yet? All Might.” You asked, turning away from the window to where All Might sat tied up. “Think the new Symbol of Peace is going to be able to stop this.” You walked over to where he was and sat down in front of him.

“Y/n I don’t know why you’ve done this, but being with the League of Villains will not help you get what you want.” He tries to reason with you.

“What I want you can’t give, the next best thing is getting revenge on those who failed to save them.” You looked at the frail man sitting in front of you. “Do you know what it’s like losing everyone in your life? My parents died because you heroes failed to protect them. You call yourself a hero but you still fail to help those in need. I wanted to become a hero but my quirk was too dangerous for the public. I had no one when they died, no one wanted the girl whose quirk was literally chaos. They found me, took me in and raised me, they were the only ones who actually cared for me.” You said, tears forming in your eyes recalling your horrible childhood.

“They took you in because they saw your quirk. All for One only saw you as a pawn in his game, Shigaraki “raised” you so you would fight alongside him instead of against him.” All Might explained and you stood up, the chair behind you slamming against the floor.

“You’re wrong..they care for me.” You point your finger at him proving to him but he could see that you were doubting yourself.

“They’re using you Y/n what you are doing is leading you down a path that you can’t turn back from.” You turned away from him looking out the window seeing the Pros standing on the pathway, waiting for the fight to begin.

You could see heroes all around Japan here ready to fight, you could also see UA students ready to fight including 1-A. “Those idiots.” You mumbled. “This is the end for heroes All Might, I will get my revenge.” You exit the room walking down the hallway to the main conference room where the League was waiting as well as villains from all over Japan.

Tomura looks at you and you nod telling him you're ready, “Our time for hiding in the shadows is over, the reign of heroes will end today.” The villains cheer rushing out going to fight the heroes. You don’t move as villains pass by you including members of the League leaving as well. You feel a hand on your shoulder making you look up, “Are you alright?” Tomura asks and you nod, the sick feeling still in your stomach from what All Might said to you.

“Tomura...I’m not a pawn in all this.” You knew that you were needed in getting your revenge that’s what father told you, but were you expendable if need be.

“You are the one that is going to change the future, a bringer of chaos, Master will be proud of us both.” Tomura said and you felt the tension in you loosen a bit, “You be safe okay Tomura.” He doesn’t say anything just nodded and left you alone. What you were doing was right, the path you were following was dark but was the right one.

The showdown between villains and heroes as they stood on opposite sides neither moving yet. “We have visuals on Shigaraki and other members of the League, no visual of Y/l/n.” Aizawa heard through the comm links everyone was given, there were four squads made, squad 1 deals with underground villains, squad 2 deals with the Nomus surrounding the building, squad 3 will deal with the League and Y/n if she shows up on the field, and squad 4 will being helping in the rescue of All Might. Most of the top Pros were involved in squad 2 and 3 while lesser heroes dealt with the lesser villains and the All Might rescue.

“How long are they going to keep standing here, either fight or surrender.” Endeavor said looking at the villains standing there waiting.

“Everyone behind us!” The heroes turned and there was Y/n with villains behind her as well as a few Nomus.

“It’s an ambush!” Aizawa yells and the villains on both sides rush to attack the heroes in the middle. The thundering footsteps rush past you as they attack heroes in front of you, with your entrance on the field you disappear appearing back in the room where All Might was in.

From the window you could see Villains and heroes fought for their lives, many getting injured, some fatally wounded. “You see this All Might, heroes and villains together fighting for their lives, where’s the peace now. There is only chaos.” You glanced behind you looking at the former Pro before turning back to watch the fight.

“I’m sorry.” You hear All Might say, “I’m sorry we couldn’t save your parents, you don’t deserve to have all this hate and sadness in your life.”

You froze staring down watching your comrades and allies being hurt and your former friends and mentors dying due to your goals. “I wanted to help people. I wanted to be the kind of hero that saves everyone so no one is alone in their life. You can’t save me All Might you said so yourself I’m too far down this path to be saved.” You turn to him and he sees glimpses of the person you were in school, a curious girl with a strong quirk ready to help anyone in her class. You were just a child but you have had more problems than anyone has dealt with in a lifetime.

“We can help you, just help us stop this, we can get you the life you always wanted.” All Might pulled against the restraints pleading to you.

“We both know how this fight ends, I’m never going to get that happy ending.” You turned around to look back at the fight when you saw the door entering the room was slightly open. “Smart All Might, distract me with some sappy excuse so the heroes could get in and save you. Who’s here, someone who could be invisible, Hagakure or Asui I know you were working on camouflage with your quirk.” You call out a red haze surrounding your hands ready to fight the intruder. You have no time to react when the window you were standing in front of shatters due to an explosion, another being sent to you sending you flying across the room. You hit the wall, denting it slightly, looking up to see Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, as well some heroes and other students from other classes. “You’re all so good, coming to save him it’s pathetic.” You spit out blood that pooled in your mouth.

“Fight then, though a school uniform wouldn’t be the best suited for this.” Bakugo smirks looking at the uniform you were still in. You smirk getting up groaning slightly from how hard you hit the wall.

“Let’s change into something more suitable.” You slowly walk to them your outfit changing as a red haze starts from your feet changing your clothes. You now wore a red chestplate with angular faulds extending into an ankle-length skirt, elbow-length red fingerless gloves, black trousers and thigh-high boots, and an intricate red crown.

“You had to ask.” Todoroki looks over to Bakugo. Bakugo rushes towards you sending an explosion at your face but it fazes right through you.

“Gonna have to try harder then that.” You laugh now on the other side of the room holding All Might in your grasp blasting the people by him away. A blast of ice is sent to you but you dodge out of the way, with the ice distracting you. Midoriya punches you in the gut sending you flying out of the building down to where the fight was. Bakugo jumps out of the building grabbing onto you using his other hand to send an explosion sending you both shooting straight into the ground making a small crater.

Bakugo hears a groan and smirks, “Not that quick are you..” The dust clears out and Bakugo is shocked to see Midoriya underneath him instead of you. “How the hell did she.” He gets up pulling up Midoriya who holds his ribs in pain. “Where the hell did she go.” He looks around at the fighting around him not given much time to think as villains attack him.

You smirk running through the fight trying to find Tomura even if they were able to rescue All Might the heroes had just as many casualties then you did. You see Tomura disintegrate someone's arm pushing them away, but you could see he was getting overwhelmed with many Pros after him. You rush towards him but a wall of orange flames blocks you from reaching him. You turn to see who sent the flames and there was the number one hero Endeavor.

“You killed innocent people.” He says making his way towards you.

“I’m reshaping the future” You get ready to fight and Endeavor sends a blast of fire towards you and you could feel the heat from the blast. Before it could hit you blue flames appear blocking the attack.

“Go we both have our jobs.” You see Dabi standing in front of you, the flames growing in both men’s hands, both him and Endeavor ready to fight. You nodded running off to Tomura, Dabi can handle himself, like he said we each had our own jobs. You see Snipe aiming his gun towards Tomura and you stand in front of him. The bullets float in midair and you send them flying back in different directions. Some hitting heroes, others hitting villains you couldn’t care as long as Tomura was safe.

“They got All Might, what now.” You stand back to back with him using your quirk to break heroes bones, sending people flying across the field.

“Get the league here we leave now.” He answers, pressing his hand on a hero's face instantly disintegrating them. You spread your hands out closing your eyes, getting a picture of each member on the field and warping them to your location.

“That was a weird feeling.” Toga giggles, throwing a knife into someone’s leg.

“Time to go now.” Tomura says.

You hold your hands out and a portal opens up in front of you. Villains that are close to the portal rush to it as they don’t want to be left behind, and the heroes see this and rush to stop you all.

“You guys go, I can handle them.” You sent a wave of energy towards the heroes nearby, sending them back. “See I got thi-”

You heard it before you felt it. In all the noise and chaos happening around you it’s funny how this small noise from far away you heard. Maybe your quirk knew what was going to happen and in some sick way warned you knowing you wouldn’t be fast enough to stop it. Two sharp pains went through your body and you jolted a bit when they hit you. Why did it suddenly feel like everything was in slow motion, why was it hard to breath, god why is everything so quiet.

You look over at the League and you see Toga screaming but being held back by Mr. Compress, Spinner was standing there shocked looking at you, and Twice and Dabi were holding Tomura back as he struggled in their grasp screaming your name. All this was happening but it was quiet. You look down at your costume and you see two bullet holes blood staining it, one in your chest where your heart is the other in your stomach. Time sped up and the noise returned as you fell to your knees coughing out blood.

“Y/N! NO LET ME GO!” You hear Tomura scream, you hold out your hand.

“Go!” You wheeze, grabbing your chest as you cough up more blood. You look at each of them taking in an image of them as Mr. Compress pulls Toga through the portal, Spinner following after him, you see Tomura still struggling trying to get to you. You make eye contact with Dabi and just nod and he gives you a solemn one back using all his and Twice’s strength to pull Tomura through. You look at Tomura and smile, you would see each other some day.

“Tomura you look after me just like a big brother does! That’s what Kurogiri told me when I asked him.” A younger version of you smiles up to Tomura and he looks at you kneeling down to your height.

“I’ll always be with you and protect you.” He placed his hand on your head making sure to keep one finger up. You smile and giggle hugging him tightly burying your face in your chest.

“Thanks Tomura.”

With the last amount of strength left in you, you wave your hand closing the portal once Tomura has completely disappeared. You feel your weight shift unable to keep yourself up on your knees and fall to the ground. You saw green lightning and they caught you before you hit the ground. You see Midoriya’s face above you yelling out to someone but you're focused on the sky and how you could see the colors change as it almost reaches sunset.

“Hey come on stay awake help is on the way just stay awake.” You see his tear filled eyes stare down at you.

“Why..I’m a bad guy.” You wheeze and he laughs, tears filling his eyes.

“No one is ever truly bad.” You smile looking back towards the sky, “Hey come on don’t give up on me.”

You hear footsteps run up and it’s Aizawa and All Might. “Come on Midoriya.” Aizawa goes to pull him away but you grab Izuku’s arm.

“Please don’t leave me.” You whimper, tears filling your eyes. Izuku nods with tears in his eyes falling. “You heroes...always see the good.. in others...it’s nice.” You smile looking up at the sky and a tear slides down your face, and you wince feeling the sharpness in your chest. “I don’t wanna die.” You cry and that breaks the heroes standing in front of you.

“Your not going to help is going to be here any minute.” Aizawa reassures you and nods.

“The sky it’s pretty…tell them I’m sorry.” You cough your breathing getting more shallow and faint and you could swear you saw two figures standing above you. “momma... papa.”

She felt fear at first but it was inner peace as you saw a bright light.

Midoriya looks down ready to comfort you to tell you that help is coming, but stops when he sees you. Your gaze is on the sky, your eyes blank, a small smile on your face finally at peace.

Izuku lets out an anguish cry when he sees your chest not rising anymore. He cries for many reasons, the pain you went through to make you a villain, the hate you must have felt fighting your former friends, and him and all the heroes failing you.

The battlefield was silent as they looked at the young boy holding her body, many heroes felt guilt ebb at them for letting a misguided child die due to this life. Students from UA are lost at words from the loss of a former friend and student, they never expected this to come this far. Students from 1-A cry, seeing their classmate hold the body of their former classmate. Teachers and heroes that knew her look away not wanting to see her body in fear they would fall apart or cry in front of others.

This day would be remembered for years to come as the day the heroes failed at saving one girl that needed the most saving.

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kirbiee · 3 years

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Hello have babysitter o!Phil to o!ranboo

Also on ao3!!

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“Do I have to watch over him?” Phil asked the queens, “Surely he can look after himself in the overworld? He won’t need me.”

“Phil, while we may be the cause of why Ranboo is how he is,” One of the queens answered, “We also know that without supervision, our darling will cause many problems to happen while there.”

The other carried on the statement, “Simply put, Phil, without supervision Ranboo will cause the overworld to burn to the ground and well, as he is a prince of the End we simply can not let our reputation be tarnished.”

“Fuck. Okay then I will look after the spoiled brat.” Phil replied reluctantly knowing that the little shit would be hard to control.

“What did you call our darling? Philza?” Fuck he wasn’t meant to say that last part aloud.

“Nothing! Your majesties!” He quickly turned around and flew out the palace ready to find the bastard he was meant to be looking after. He knew this was going to be a mistake, but surely one person couldn’t cause that much chaos right? He was very much wrong.

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“YOU CAN’T JUST CLAIM THE NETHER ROOF!”

“Where does it say I can’t?” That little shit was gonna die soon and it was going to be at his hands. “What, you can’t show me Phil? That’s what I thought, it’s mine.”

Fucking hell, Phill wasn’t sure if he could deal with this but he had to at least make an effort. “This, Ranboo,” gesturing towards the Nether portal that led back to the Pub(e), “Is the only way for others in this area to make it to the Nether. You can not stop that. They have to be allowed.”

“Well…” If his Highness of spoiled bratness didn’t answer soon, Phil was going to lose it (yes it had only been a short pause but he had had a hard week, leave him be). “I guess, but they can only be on the roof to go down into the Nether, nothing can be built on here unless it was by me.”

“I guess that’s acceptable, but please no more chaos Ranboo, please”

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“Ranboo…”

“Yes Phil?”

“Did you light the forest on fire?”

“No.”

Ranboo could not lie to save a life, he was standing their flint and steel obviously in his hand. Phil just turned his head and jumped up to start flying back home, there were too many children on this server that gave him a headache. He was sure that this one thing was going to be fine. He did not care if it caused a bigger problem later on down the line, Ranboo hadn’t caused too much damage yet.

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Phil watched Ranboo through the rain, the prince couldn’t leave his shelter as the water would burn him. The bastard was stuck under a tree, unable to get home or be with his friends. The winged man flew down to where his ward was standing.

“I can get you to your home,” He lifted a wing high enough for little shit to stand underneath and not get hit by the rain, “I will keep you safe.”

Ranboo shuffled under the feathered limb, pressing his body against Phil’s. They slowly made their way to Ranboo’s cave, decorated with deepslate, amethyst and vines, while some would see it as a foreboding home, Phil knew what it represented. It was almost an exact copy of Ranboo’s favourite place in the End. It was where the prince went when he was scared or overwhelmed.

As much as he sometimes hated looking after the bastard, he also loved him with all his heart and if anyone hurt the little shit. Well lets just say that they most likely wouldn’t be seen again.

#ranboo #philza #osmp #origins #o!ranboo #o!philza #osmp ranboo #osmp philza #fanfic #writing

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thebiscuiteternal · 3 years

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“Support” Reverse Nies, Brother Bonds, A Little Dysfunction, Long Illness, Character Death, Politics, Writing This Was Inevitable, Nie Mingjue Was Like That Before Even Being Full Grown

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"Jue-er, stay inside until we know what’s going on, got it?"

Nie Mingjue is nine years old and his older brother is four months away from turning fifteen when their father is brought home from a joint night hunt on a stretcher, bloody and screaming. He watches from the doorway as his brother rushes out into the courtyard to meet the panicked knot of disciples, every healer they can spare from the medical ward hot on his heels.

Even in all the chaos, it doesn’t take long at all for word to filter back in his direction in a dozen different bitten off conversations.

Shattered.

Their father’s saber shattered.

He is a little less than one year away from drawing a saber of his own, he knows exactly what that means.

He doesn’t sleep at all that night, but waits until the sun is peeking over the mountains to creep into the healers’ ward.

Attempts have been made to clean up, but gods, there’s still so much blood. On the floor, on rags scattered about, spattered all over the clothing of the exhausted healers and physicians, on the bed… His father lies unconscious and partially bound, his brother and cousin beside him.

All three look like they’ve just stumbled off a battlefield.

“Sang-ge.” His brother raises his head, skin pale and expression dull with fatigue, then tries to stand. “Don’t,” Nie Mingjue says, rushing to help Nie Zonghui catch him and push him back into the chair before he can fall over.

Nie Huaisang sighs, the sound deep and hollow, and leans into his side. “I suppose you’ve heard,” he murmurs, voice hoarse from barking orders he’s unused to having to give.

Nie Mingjue swallows past the lump in his throat and wraps an arm around his brother’s shoulders, shifting his weight to support him. It makes him feel a little less useless in the face of- “I did. What happens now?”

“They’ve managed to stabilize him. For the time being, anyway. I have to convene with the elders this afternoon to decide whether the succession documents are current enough, just in case.”

Just in case. He hates the sound of that.

Nie Mingjue is nine years old, his older brother is almost fifteen, and they keep silent vigil over their father as the sect prepares for the worst around them.

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“Jue-er, go to our room and stay there. No matter what you might hear, don’t come out until morning, understand?”

Nie Mingjue is nine years old and his brother’s fifteenth birthday is tomorrow, and they should have been planning to celebrate. Instead, he is sitting on a stool in the secondary kitchen his brother occasionally claims, a steady stream of qi gently flowing from his brother’s hand into the injuries on his face.

Over the course of the past months, he’s watched his brother’s cheerful, teasing nature slowly leech away under the strain of trying to care for their father and take on the ins and outs of the sect, but never in his life has he seen him this angry.

Then again, never in his life had their father ever attacked either one of them.

He’s still a little bruised when his brother straightens up and the comforting warmth of his palm pulls back. On reflex, he reaches up and grabs the retreating hand. “What are you going to do?” he asks, unable to keep the faintest tremor out of his voice because he knows the answer.

He also knows all too well that between the three of them, his brother is the most physically vulnerable, and the thought of what might happen-

“Don’t worry about it,” Nie Huaisang says with a smile so forced it hurts to look at, then gently squeezes his hand and leaves before he can protest whatever his brother is planning.

Feeling like a coward, Nie Mingjue returns to the room they’ve shared for safety since their father’s rages truly began to go out of control. ‘All the times you’ve argued with him and now you obey,’ his mind sneers bitterly. He bites down the shame and the stinging in his eyes and sits on the bed.

The sounds of crashing and yelling never come, but he isn’t sure if the silence is worse.

But he waits until the sky is beginning to turn from black to grey before he opens the door.

A senior disciple -his brain is in too much of a storm to remember the name, or even register the face- meets him on the way to his father’s rooms.

His ancestors would be ashamed of the relief that washes through him when the news is delivered.

His brother is still alive.

Their father’s suffering is over.

He finds his brother amidst a shifting knot of disciples and servants and elders, the funeral plans they’d made over the course of their father’s ‘illness’ already being handed out and implemented with sharp efficiency.

He’d be impressed if his brother didn’t look a wrong breath away from passing out. Ignoring anyone else trying to get his attention, he marches up and grabs his brother around the arm to help him stay on his feet, scowling at anyone who seems the slightest bit disapproving.

“Jue-er…”

He scowls at his brother too, when it looks like he might try to pull away, and his brother sighs and shakes his head with a fond look, then ruffles his hair. “Alright,” he says. “Alright.”

Nie Mingjue is nine years old, it’s his older brother’s fifteenth birthday, and they kneel silently in the great hall, still holding on to each other, as Nie Huaisang is officially declared sect leader.

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“This shouldn’t take long, so just wait out here for me, okay?”

Nie Mingjue is nine years old and his older brother has been fifteen for all of six days when he is called to a formal introduction before the other great and lesser sect leaders.

The whole thing itches annoyingly under his skin. Most of them hadn’t even come to the funeral, and now his brother is expected to play the gracious host when they do show up.

He decides to work off his irritation in the training yard, going through sword forms until his muscles burn and his breath wheezes in his lungs. He’s just finishing up when people begin trickling out of the main hall. Toweling down and making sure he doesn’t noticeably stink, he trots over to find his brother deep in conversation with Grandmaster Lan.

There are eyes on his brother’s back, and he bristles a little when he tracks the gazes.

The leer from Jin-zongzhu is almost to be expected. What worries Nie Mingjue, though…

At one point not too horribly long ago, he’d thought that Wen Ruohan and their father were friends. But he has heard the rumors, traded in conspiratorial whispers at the funeral when the gossipers thought he couldn’t hear, of how their father had allowed the leader of the Wen sect to inspect the saber that now lay in shards in his coffin.

“Hey.” Fingertips tap his temple, drawing him back to find his brother standing in front of him alone, his conversation apparently finished. “You alright? You were gone somewhere for a bit there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What did Grandmaster Lan want?”

“Not much.” His brother stretches, clearly glad to be out of the meeting, and Nie Mingjue doesn’t miss the way Wen-zongzhu’s gaze tracks the motion.

There is something predatory there, something that reminds him uncomfortably of a tiger stalking a deer.

His hands involuntarily clench, and it’s probably for the better he doesn’t yet have a saber to draw or else he’s likely to cause their first diplomatic incident.

“Jue-er.”

“Sorry. You were saying?”

Nie Huaisang tilts his head slightly and narrows his eyes, but lets it go. “Since I won’t be able to attend the lectures in the summer, Grandmaster Lan has offered to send copies of some of the material I’ll miss.”

He can’t help a disbelieving grin. “And you accepted?”

His brother swats him in the arm. “Brat. Not even a week and you’re already sassing your sect leader,” he says, tone cut with amusement. “It’s fine, it’s not like he’s expecting me to actually study any of it as classwork, it’ll just be there if I need to-”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees servants arriving to guide their guests to their lodgings for the night, and he is more than a little relieved to see that Wen Ruohan won’t be one of the ones staying that long.

At least they won’t have to sleep with blades by their pillows this time.

Even so, he knows from the weight of that stare that there will undoubtedly be others.

Fine.

Nie Mingjue is nine years old, five months away from turning ten and gaining his saber, and he will start a war if the bastard that took their father touches his brother.

#mdzs #reverse nies #nie huaisang #nie mingjue #cameos #fanfic

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absolute-barbarism · 3 years

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Sorry to bother but are you still taking prompts? If so could you write something like a tough character A (police officer or firefighter or Agent you decide) had been through a tough day and horrible mission, their old wound got infected and they’d been trying to pretend they were Okay, until after the shift they got back home and fainted right in front of the house, even before their partner B answered the door? Thx

Not a bother at all, thank you for the awesome prompt! Sorry it took me ages to get around to my inbox ;-; hope you enjoy!

Modest as they were, A had to commend themselves for making it this far.

From the moment they woke in the morning, eyes shut stubbornly against the grueling tasks of the day, they knew they were at their limit before they even rose from their pillow. Their partner B was up and showering already, a common occurrence given their early-bird routine. Though it was A who needed it more than anyone else in their task force, they were the one with a day off to look forward to and A could hear them humming and buzzing about the bathroom. It was old tradition for them to have a home-date night when at least one of them was off. Absolutely sacrosanct. A buried their face into the mattress and groaned.

To count at least one blessing, the most A had had to do all day was sit at their desk. Physically, anyways, which was no easy ride either. Sitting upright took enough toll on the old wound stretched across their back that it was beginning to pull back on the curtains shielding A’s pain. Emotionally, there were no blessings to count. Only a limitless supply of curses.

Their current case had gone up in flames. One after another, bad news chipped away at A’s pride in everything he, B and the rest of the task force had accomplished thus far. Their only witnesses were slaughtered in cold blood, their suspects in the wind. The victims family had turned on them to declare their efforts useless and their agents lazy, incompetent bastards. A lazy bastard wouldn’t take a knife to the back treading slum territory for the investigation, A wanted to protest, but they knew in their heart they would be as angry if justice dawdled on someone they loved.

The skin surrounding their cut seemed to flash with heat upon every breath drawn too deep. It didn’t feel right, A thought, especially since it had been healing so well up until now. B would have to take a look at it later. They wouldn’t trust some unfamiliar doctor over B’s years of experience in the medical field. But it would have to be later, when their whole team wasn’t around to side-eye them and worry that they had lost yet another integral piece to their investigation. A wouldn’t do that to them, no matter what they had to endure themselves.

They started up their car and suddenly found themselves choking on a sob. With every hour passed the occasional heat that seared under their wound like it was fresh graduated to an insatiable flame, and the pulling. Every muscle A moved would pull the skin, and worst of all, grind the raw, exposed layers to the scratchy fabric of their undershirt. It was the first time they ever speeded in their life, in a reasonable effort to get home as fast as possible and in unreasonable desperation to somehow break away from the wound entirely.

Until today, A quite liked the half-hour commute. It was a peaceful time to mentally prepare in the morning and distance themselves from work at night. They slammed the car door behind them and wouldn’t look back, even after they realized they left their keys in the engine. They had to get inside. The pain couldn’t reach them in their sleep. Could it?

Keys. A cursed themselves when they reached the porch and dug into their pocket. The house keys were on the same ring as the car. They pounded on the door three times before they felt warm droplets sliding down their spine, growing cold quickly in the winter weather. As they waited on B, steadying themselves against the porch railing, distinguishable droplets turned to a collective ooze, soaking through their shirt. Nausea broke their clumsy train of thought, but the bile wouldn’t reach their throat. They hadn’t eaten enough today to throw up, they realized, or at all actually. They had closed their eyes to ward the sickening feeling off, but when they opened again, A noticed that their vision did not return as they had left it. The snow warped and blurred under their shoes, going fuzzy like static and darker, darker.

B was just finishing dinner preparations when they heard knocking. It couldn’t have been A, of course. Perhaps a friend, or a work acquaintance with urgent news.

But it was A, B saw with a startled cry. It was A, crumpled on the ground and breathing faintly as the white fabric over their back grew red with blood. Thankfully, having been there to witness the attack in the first place, they were able to shake their terror and go into what A lovingly liked to call medic-mode after only a few seconds of fretting. The blood was bright, but it was no new wound. Only an old one acting up, and that could be fixed. B reassured themselves of this as they carried A inside, bearing twice their own weight in their adrenaline rush. They peeled A’s shirt off carefully and went to work, focused as they would be performing neurosurgery while diced vegetables waited neglected on the cutting board.

“…Sorry…” was the first thing A mumbled when they came to. It was only twenty minutes later, but plenty of time for B to disinfect and patch up what they could, conveniently while A was still too unconscious to complain. This wasn’t their first time hearing that, and they weren’t naive enough to hope it would be the last.

“You know, you keep pushing yourself until you drop,” B said instead, “One of these days you won’t be able to get back up.”

“Not if I have you.” If their skin hadn’t still been frying under the sting of disinfectant, A would have smiled. B wouldn’t have, but they privately relished in A’s ill-timed flirting.

Lying on their belly on a cot in B’s home office, A observed the unusual chaos that had interrupted B’s orderly organization of medicine bottles and tools. They had to have been panicking while working on A’s wound not to take the time to put everything back in its’ rightful place, as was their habit. A felt a pang of guilt far worse than the ache of their old cut. “I’m really sorry,” they mumbled. “I thought I could make it through the day.”

“Did you tell your infection about that? I don’t think it got the message,” B responded dryly. “You’ve got a fever…You’re lucky it’s not any worse.”

A had plenty of remarks locked and loaded, eager to dissuade from the gravity in B’s voice. But even they knew B left the medical field for a reason, and as their partner, willingly throwing themselves into bad shape before them was shameful.

“I know,” they said, and took a glance over their shoulder. B was staring at the pile of bloodied wipes they had used to clean A’s back. A’s hand found its way into theirs, and B took solace in that it was warm. “I’ll rest.”

That was all B wanted to hear. They smiled faintly, giving A’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Then rest,” they said before kissing the shell of A’s ear. A didn’t need to be told twice—the moment they closed their eyes they were out, their ribs expanding and folding with each breath. B watched idly for a while before getting up to place their meal prep into Tupperware. A was alright, and that was all they cared about.

Alright, for now.

#the whumpy adventures of a&b #asks #anon #thank you!#sorry again this took forever lol #fever #infection #writing #illness/injury #hurt/comfort #whump #anon asks

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fireblcd · 3 months

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࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ 𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗 ⁝ daniel henney, 44, cis male, he / him. announcing the arrival of THARION of HOUSE YRONWOOD, the LORD of YRONWOOD / MASTER OF LAWS. whispers among the court name them to be both INTELLIGENT and DECEPTIVE in disposition, and those closest to them speak to their interests in sparring. if we bards could compose a song for them, it might tell stories of a broadsword constantly strapped across his back reminiscent of stonekissed gates , mouth tugged into a near permanent scowl, humour tugging his lips wide with mirth when something awful occurs, blood coating his hands that only he can see . the seven whisper to their most devout queen as she sleeps, making her question where their loyalties truly lie. are they right to whisper? for their loyalties truly lie with HIMSELF.

i ⸻ general

NICKNAMES : rion

ALLIANCE : himself , his family

TITLES : lord heir of yronwood and master of laws

MARITAL STATUS : in a long term relationship

CHILDREN : a bastard child

PHYSICALITY : black hair with a few grey streaks always tied back, scars littering every inch of his body , broad shoulders , 6′4 , lean but muscular.

ii ⸻ personal

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic

MORAL ALIGNMENT : chaotic evil

SINS : lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / wrath / pride / envy

VIRTUES : chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / patience / kindness / humility

iii ⸻ biography

adopted first of the yronwood clan, tharion was always a quiet child. no one really knew quite what he was thinking or feeling, acting more like a shadow on the outskirts of any room than being front and centre.

he was mischievous, often pulling little pranks with other friends his age and tormenting his younger siblings for his own amusement. most of it wasn’t ever done with malicious intent, instead more interested in just causing chaos.

he took his house and it’s reputation very seriously. his mother’s were both incredibly skilled warriors, with plenty of houses around the realm sending their children to ward there and learn from them. as the eldest that would inherit that responsibility, tharion dedicated himself to his training. he cared very little for studying history or houses, instead studying hand to hand combat, weaponry, and various combat technique.

he was sent to various other houses to study their armies and what it took to command one. he studied under generals, tried for hours a day, and it’s about the only thing in his life he’d ever truly dedicated himself to.

he travelled to braavos at seventeen to study the second sons, working with them as he learned how to operate amongst an army that had battles to fight and enemies to slay. he’ll never forget that feeling of running towards his enemy, sword in hand and a smile on his face as thousands of other warriors fought with him.

he fathered his child not long after turning eighteen and for a moment, it put his dreams of battle and glory on hold. he’d never really considered the idea of fatherhood despite knowing it would be his duty as the heir to yronwood. the mother died in childbirth and tharion had little choice but to bring the child home, though he didn’t take much responsibility for the child. he was too young, too self-centred, and he left the household and other members of the family to care for his blood.

instead, he was making a name for himself. he protected dorne by serving the martells in their armies, ensuring that no one from across the sea or borders that threatened them walked away with their lives. he became known for never losing a battle, people even going as far as saying that he was the greatest warrior in a generation. that sort of glory fueled him, filling his veins with blood and only spurring him on.

over time, he worked his way up the ranks until he was the man commanding armies, making the calls. he offered his protection to plenty of houses, though he didn’t let on that he would expect something in return one day until after he’d helped them.

he came to think of the martells as rather weak willed in recent years, and he began to wonder why it was simply accepted that they would rule all of dorne when they’d earned their place through conquest in the first place. he begun to quietly speak among dornish houses, stirring up confliction and the idea that perhaps there were better suited houses for rule. for how could a man who couldn't even decide on an heir be trusted?

he didn’t expect so many to maintain their loyalty and start whisperings of him being untrustworthy. he knew that he had to get out of dodge, so he ended up going to king's landing to visit some old friends. by the end of his visit, he had been made master of laws and had permanently moved into the castle.

he’s in support of the targaryen rule, if only because he believe it can give him what he desired. power, and the possibility of swaying them to let him take control of dorne one day. .

iv ⸻ tidbits

basically is a very morally grey dude with a lot of ambition for himself. he looks out for himself above all others and really only cares about like five people.

his personality is more quiet and brooding , he can be quite serious in some ways and in others he is just a smug asshole .

while he is a master in all weaponry after dedicating his life to training , his favourite weapon will always be a sword. he carries his family's sword , stonekissed, around with him . it is made of valyrian steel and was stolen from the ruins of the crimson rain.

v ⸻ wanted connections

long term lover / wife : their portraits seem to resemble caitriona balfe , natalie dormer , lana parrilla , gemma chan , utp - and whisperers among the court seem to say the following regarding their relationship: i'd say that they've been together 10 - 15 years so far if not more and they are the one person that knows tharion wholly. she knows about all of his ambitions , his wants for dorne to fall into his hands , and she is behind them 100% . she should be just as morally grey as he is and more than a little okay with doing horrible things , and ofc they are also very in love with each other and extremely loyal. the rest can all be plotted out!

scheming friends : people that also have agendas of their own that he's buddied up with over the years. they probably don't share his vision of wanting to tear the martells down , but they could both be helping each other achieve their goals.

friends from essos : he spent quite a bit of time there in his youth when he was focussed on his training and definitely made an effort to network amongst the houses.

#westeros.intro

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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Yeah, here I am once again. Appearing after the chaos I created 😂 but OMG WE HAVE ONLY ONE CHAPTER LEFT?? AND THEN THERE COMES THE ANGST?? I'M READY😎

I'm glad to inform you I finished the homework and I have only two assignments and two exams left that I will today :)) It was like:

Me: Maybe I should do this tomorrow??

Brain: But what about Dani?? And the chapter??

Me: Fuck, you are right, I need to do this :(

But anyways, here I am:

"He had been woken up by music, by love, by violence and by nightmares. And out of all those times, out of all those centuries, this was easily his favourite way to wake up." just the beginning and I'm having lots of feels🥺🥺

“Happy anniversary,” Magnus grinned against the other man’s mouth. “Happy anniversary,” Alec whispered. Fifteen years.Fifteen years since Alec Lightwood loved one man so much that he had changed the world for him." 15 YEARS? HRJWKDJDJ LOVE THEM💙

"Magnus understood why his son was acting all over the place. The boy was supposed to take up the position of Consul after Alec" *singing "Oh baby, no baby, you got it all wrong baby" *

"Next thing he knew, Alec was on top of him. His mouth was on Magnus. Where, exactly, Magnus didn’t notice – or care. He liked Alec everywhere." OH WELL, THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY! 😏

"Not the kind of banging he had hoped to start the day with to be honest." OH god😂😂 I love this man. He is the bane of my existence!” (I just- The puns are killing me 😂)

“It might be karma, darling,” (He got a point. Karma is a bitch)

“Since when do you have a problem with excessive glitter?” (Yeah Alec, Your excuses are getting worst 😂)

"You better do it, or I will tell everyone about your secret" YOU LITTLE SHIT!

"That child is the reincarnation of Christopher Lightwood!” 😂😂 i literally scared my dog cause I laughed so hard!!

"There were whispers and rumours all over the shadow world that Angel Raziel had given up on Alec’s Clave." OH THE FUCK NO!! I SWEAR I WILL THROW SOME HANDS AT HEAVEN!! "Because if Magnus found out Raziel was the one causing all this pain for Alec, he would march up to heaven and set the bastard on fire himself." FUCK YEAH. I'M COMING WITH YOU!! 🔪 🔪

“Livia Blackthorn had been listening through the Idris wards to gather pieces of information that might be crucial for Alec’s Council.” I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT WAS LIVVY!!

Selena is Ragnor’s favorite!!! I LOVE IT

“The shadowhunter was a good influence on him. Magnus hoped Alec would see it sooner rather than later.”😂😂 You love him Alec and you know it!!

“She walked over to Magnus and hugged him tightly. And he sensed it immediately. The second heartbeat.” What?? WHAT??? I ALMOST SCREAMED. OMG. OMG

“Magnus stared at the necklace. The necklace he had bought in the 19th century for Camille. The necklace that had ended up in the hands of Will Herondale and then his sister. The necklace that had belonged to the Lightwood family for generations.” OMG SHE IS GIVING HIM THE LIGHTWOOD NECKLACE!!! THAT THING LITERALLY COMPLETE THE CIRCLE. BELONGED TO MAGNUS, CAMILLE, WILL, CECILY, ALL THE LIGHTWOODS AND THE MAGNU’S SON!!

I'm freaking out now because Izzy doesn't know??? Or maybe she does???And it's waiting to tell them?? I feel like a worried parent!!!

“But he knew it was all part of growing up. He would never pressure them to talk about their feelings or force them to make themselves vulnerable. All he could do was be there for them when they were ready to let it all out. “Do you want to tell me about it?” Magnus asked. He tried. Just in case.” What do I see here? Parenting doing right💙💙

“If you want love, you must be willing to accept the vulnerability that comes with it.” I just. This man gives the best advice ever!!

“I’ll try,” Rafael promised. “I don’t like lying.” “I know,” Magnus smiled. “So much like your dad.” But Alec did lie though. Magnus pushed the thought away. (Why is this such a rollercoaster??)

“His children were so much like his husband that sometimes it made Magnus wonder if they needed him at all. It was a ridiculous thought of course. But it stilled swam around his head. Sometimes a part of him thought it would be better if Alec had been the one to stay back and Magnus was the one to leave. The kids would be better off with Alec, his mind said. He always knew what to do with them.” IT'S NOT OK TO MAKE ME CRY WHEN I HAVE AN EXAM IN 3 MINUTES!!

Back from my exam 😂😂 And don’t worry. Just got one mistake :))

“Max of course was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans. His regular look. But just below the pearl necklace wrapped around his neck was the Lightwood necklace.” YES. MAX WEARING THE LIGHTWOOD NECKLACE!!

“Alec walked out of their bedroom a moment later, and Magnus quite literally felt his heart stutter. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of loving and Alec still made his heart stutter.” They are the reason I believe in love💙💙

“If Magnus wasn’t wrong, he could see the thin layer of kohl under Alec’s blue eyes. Alec rarely enjoyed wearing makeup. But he rarely enjoyed saying no to children too. Magnus threw Rafael a grateful smile and the boy winked back.” Magnus and Rafael getting Alec to wear makeup is my will to live 😂😂

“The words died on Alec’s lips when his eyes fell on Magnus. The man sighed as he stared at Magnus. Fifteen years. Fifteen years and Magnus still took Alec’s breath away.” Jagcydwjendieu I’m emo

What?” Magnus asked coyly. “Is it too much?” “You know damn well it’s not,” Alec hissed and pulled Magnus towards him. “You look perfect. How do you look so perfect?” “Because I am standing next to you,” Magnus smiled.( They bad/perfect flirting it's just *chef kiss*)

“Bapak is a good looking one in the family,” Rafael pointed out. “You are the chaotic one and I am the smart one.” “What am I then?” Alec asked dryly. “A sack of potatoes?” “You’re the sexy one,” Magnus grinned. “A sexy sack of potatoes.” (THAT FAMILY IS KILLING ME IN THE GOOD WAY💙💙)

Magnus nudged Rafael on the back. The boy sighed and walked to his brother. “Come,” he took Max’s hand and led him to his bedroom. “Let’s find you something nice to wear, okay?” Max mumbled again but followed Rafael anyway. (I just can’t with all the love this family has!!!)

“Nope,” Alec said. “They are stuck with me.” “And you’re stuck with me,” Magnus replied. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Magnus,” Alec randomly speaks poetry… And he says he is not good with words??

“Selena was wearing a blue crop top with the words “MIND YOUR OWN UTEREUS” written in gold. David was in a simple sky-blue t-shirt, the colour of Max’s magic.” OK BUT THEM?? THEY’RE BEAUTIFUL

“Max hadn't changed his clothes. But he was wearing a blue leather jacket that belonged to Rafael. He looked happy about it.” I said it once and I will say it again. They are the definition of siblings

NO!! IT'S TIME FOR THE TOAST. I’M GOING TO CRY!!

"To Alec and Magnus - for being themselves and inspiring everyone else to do the same." CHEERS TO THAT BRO!!

“Isabelle,” Magnus called gently. “Let’s go easy on the champagne tonight, yes?” YES IZZY. I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU AND YOU NEED TO REST AND BE PROTECTED OK? OK

“The argument of “who gave the best gift” had started when Jace and Izzy had gotten drunk on vodka. It didn’t help that Alec had gotten drunk as well. All three Lightwood siblings had then proceeded to have an argument about who had the best spouse. The whole night had been drunken chaos. “

“So, Magnus had let his husband be that 18-year-old boy again. The boy who got drunk and fought with his siblings and sang songs about Magnus’ pretty eyes” 💙💙💙💙 This is just to pure

Ok, I feel like this is the chapter of the snippet from a long time ago. The one of Alec and Magnus in the closet while Mavid were talking, but I’m not sure

Why couldn’t this boy just cause chaos during his travel year like the rest of them? Why did he actually study and do his research as recommended?😂😂LMAOO

“Magnus didn’t know why. But the room suddenly felt rather hot. Poor David noticed his discomfort and came to his rescue. But unfortunately, the rescue attempt only made it worse” David, I love you with all my entire heart, but seriously??

DANI, NO! We have already been through this!! I have trauma out of this!!

OK, ok. It could have been worst

“But the time for talking was done. They were living it now.” I SWEAR I’M NOT CRYING!!

“Afraid of what?” Magnus asked. “I’m afraid you won’t find me attractive,” Alec said so quietly that Magnus barely heard it (MY HEART!!)

“But death is so much better than this. It’s so much better than waiting for the day you look at me and I no longer see that spark in your eyes.” THIS. THIS WAS THE DEAD OF ME

Fuck, i have an exam in 5 minutes and now I’m crying

Finally out of the exam 😂 This teacher literally asks us a question from the guidebook and if it's not 100% what it said there, then we fail

But going back to this HOLY SHIT I LOVE MAGNUS!!

“Did something say something to you?” Jace demanded, standing up angrily. “Because I swear by the angel-” “Nobody said anything, Jace!” Alec rolled his eyes. “I own a mirror!” “And is this mirror broken or something?” Isabelle asked incredulously. “Alec, honestly!” (I BELIEVE IN LIGHTWOOD SIBLINGS SUPREMACY!!)

“Yeah, man!” Simon nodded. “You are objectively good looking.” “Objectively good looking?” Jace snorted. “Excuse you, but my parabatai is smoking hot! He is a freaking prize, okay? If we had a magazine for hot shadowhunters, you would be on the cover page. Every single issue.” “Okay, that’s enough!” Alec interrupted. “Magnus, are you happy? Now all my friends have told me I am pretty.” “I said smoking hot,” Jace corrected. (*Sighs* I fucking love parabatai)

“Dad, I don’t know why you are so worried,” Max said in a bored tone. “You’re a total DILF.” David choked on his champagne and Jace patted him on the back. I’m dying jajdhuwejdjkew😂😂

“It means Dashing and Irresistible Looking Father” Singing again *Oh baby, no baby, you got it all wrong baby* Idk when this turned from Alec feeling self conscious to Thirsting Over Alec Lightwood-Bane but I’m here for it. Seriously. My mom is in front of me. She thinks and doing homework. And I’m just trying to keep a straight face (so hard) This is not working. I’m about to scream😂😂

2I can’t understand how you could look at yourself and not see what I see.”

“They stared at the picture on Max’s wall. The picture of Max and Rafael grinning ear to ear when they had visited Peru to piss Magnus off.” THOSE LIL SHITS!

tiEvery me they call each other baby my skin clears and i have three more years of life

“No,” Magnus managed a smile. “Sometimes things are just sad. So, you need to let yourself be sad.” 💙💙

“It’s Max!” Alec said. “We have to hide!" “Hide? This is our home!” (OH BOY😂😂)

I KNEW THIS WAS GOING TO HAVE THE SCENE!! “When I die, I will love you from my grave,” David said now. “I will love you from heaven.” WHY DO THEY ALL SPEAK POETRY?

Don’t let him go, Magnus whispered to Max inside his heart. Don’t ever let him get away.” MAVID IS JUST SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!

“He wondered how strong a person must be to not give up on guardian angels and the idea of heaven after being dragged through hell by his demon of a father.” My boy is strong af

“I don’t believe in angels or heaven,” Alec said then. “But I feel blessed to be loved by you too.” Magnus smiled against Alec’s neck. “Stop stealing David’s dialogues.”💙💙 I have said this to much but I love them

“For the rest of the night, they danced and laughed and drank and smiled. Of course, there was the sadness of time hanging over their heads. But they ignored it. They focused on the love in front of them.” These lines are just amazing

“And sorry,” David said quickly. “I apologize if I said something out of turn before. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble-” BOY COULD YOU STOP BEING PERFECT??

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think it matters who you brought the necklace for,” David said, his blue eyes on Magnus. “Everything you do is out of love, Mr. Lightwood-Bane. And I think that’s beautiful.” EVEN MAGNUS STAY SPEECHLESS!!

“That’s not what I meant,” Jace shook his head. “David and Max. A shadowhunter and a warlock. They are together. They are happy. That’s cause of you, Alec. You and Magnus did that.” Magnus smiled at this husband. “Listen to your parabatai. He gets wise so very rarely.” YES THEY DID. I’M SO FUCKING PROUD!

“But he did it now. For Alec. Because Alexander Lightwood always has been and always will be his only exception.” The Malec feelings I’m getting from this are to much

“Magnus smiled. “How do I look?” “Immaculate,” Alec whispered. In the mirror, Magnus could see himself. His dark hair was woven with strands of gray. He had wrinkles on his face, just around the eyes. When Magnus smiled, his eyes crinkled.” OMG OMG!! I’M CRYING

“Magnus took Alec’s hand in his and put it over his heart. “Promise me you will stop smoking.” THANK YOU MAGNUS. LITERALLY THANK YOU!!

“I don’t care how they look at me. I care how you look at me," Alec smiled softly. "Because I only ever look back at you, Magnus.” Alec says these things like they aren’t worth a museum

I would never tell you what to do with your body, Alexander. But-” “Well, you tell me sometimes,” Alec snickered against his mouth. “Stop making jokes to avoid serious conversations,” Magnus slapped his husband on the arm. “That’s my thing.”😂😂

“Magnus stayed awake that night. He stayed awake and told his brain to cherish every single memory from tonight. That’s how Magnus spent every night. He would stay awake and ask his mind to remember.” THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND ACCURATE I ACTUALLY FORGET ITS NOT CANON

“And then he dreamt.In his dream, he saw them again. But they weren’t smiling this time.” :) Seriously?? SERIOUSLY? I’M SO DONE, YET I’M STILL HERE??

Ugh this was so beautiful i just can- I closed Tumblr so I didn’t get spoiled 😂 Amazing as always and I’m just going to have Malec feels for the rest of the day.

P.s. I was listening to One Last Time by LP and got even more emo 💙💙

This whole thing me so emo wtf 😭😭😭

I love your reactions so much 🥺🥺🥺

Also you reading fanfiction minutes before the exam is such a big dick move istg never change bro 😎

#lbaf

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