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foodsies4me · 18 days

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April Malec fic rec!

Thanking @just-add-butter and @ariella9melody for this month's theme which is a double combo of "Outsider's POV" and "Let Alec have friends!" The same rules apply as always, one fic per author, even though all of these authors have other brilliant fics you should be reading and if you want to add your own recs in the comments, tags, or reblogs please feel free to do so! 😊

Also, I have tagged the authors whose Tumblr account I know, but if you'd prefer I not tag you, please tell me! I don't want these to be annoying for the authors.

One-shots:

Enthrallment by @smilebackwards: Magnus' magic being possessive and warlocks reacting to Magnus' magic being possessive, what more could you want? OC POV!

Summary:

It does look a little bad, Parmela thinks, looking at it from outside. As more specialists had been called in for consultation, they’d decamped to one of the larger conference rooms—eschewing attendance at A, B, AB, & O: The Impact of Blood Type on Non Subject Specific Blood Magic, because this was vastly more interesting and potentially important—and there are a round dozen high-level warlocks clustered around Alec, poking at him with magic. Or: Alec attends the Magical Inventions and Advances convention in hopes of recruiting warlocks for another Downworld Cabinet. The warlocks, however, are more interested—and concerned—by the blue magical aura following Alec around.

And I am breaking my own rules by rec-ing a second fic by smilebackwards: Portable Magic

Summary:

Magnus may go slightly overboard helping Alec set up for the book club gathering. Technically, perhaps, he didn’t need to create a signature cocktail or barter a favor to Raphael for O neg blood for the vampires or source the biscotti directly from Italy. But hospitality is important and these are Alec’s friends. He wants to make a good impression. Or: Alec is in a Downworld book club and Magnus finds this unaccountably fascinating.

I'll die on this (Under)hill by @clottedcreamfudge: like all of the fics written by clottedcreamfudge, this fic is downright hilarious. That said, poor Underhill. Underhill POV!

Summary:

The point is, Magnus Bane and Alec Lightwood clearly have an intimate knowledge of each other, and it has never once impacted on their work. What it is beginning to impact on, however, is Andrew’s sanity. Because apparently he really is the only one to have noticed it.

Be careful with my best friends heart by TheLostLightwood: A fic in Cat's perspective, who I maintain is one of the best characters in the series and we needed more of her! Cat POV!

Summary:

Catarina Loss had known Magnus for a long time, she had seen him cry, laugh, mourn, get injured and fall in love many times before. But she had never seen him more in love or more broken than she had in this moment. Cat's POV, as Alec is seriously injured in a fight against demons. And Magnus well he...

Alec's Little Ducklings by @to-the-stars-writing (this will be one of two recs for to the stars because I am being very bad at keeping to my rules this time around). Alec gets hurt and all of his friends appear to take care of him!

Summary:

After Alec's hurt coming home from the Hunter's Moon, he's left laid up in bed when the drug they gave him prevents his injuries from being healed by angelic or magical powers. Magnus is fully prepared to do take care of his stubborn boyfriend, only to find out that there are a few other people who are more than willing to offer their help.

the right thing by @cuubism: As the summary says, Alec's first speech as the Inquisitor doesn't go exactly as planned. Izzy POV!

Summary:

Alec's first speech as Inquisitor doesn't go exactly as planned.

nock. draw. release by chaidrivenwhore: A non human POV, but a weapon POV! Alec's bow to be specific!

the bow and arrows had tempted many, but this specific one, with its curved limbs engraved with angelic runes and sharp arrows, straight and unbending, had called out to a nine year old alexander lightwood like no other had.

Multi-chapter fics or series:

Families of Choice by MonPetitTresor, a recommendation made by @ariella9melody that I can only agree with because this fic is wonderful (as are all fics my MonPetitTresor).

Summary:

Life at the Institute takes a turn for the worse for Alec. When he's alone with nowhere else to turn, his siblings step up and help him find his feet once more with help from a few new friends along the way. Between them, Alec finally gets a chance to realize that the world doesn't begin and end with being a Shadowhunter, and there's more out there for him, so long as he's got the courage to reach out and grab it.

ask the always impossible of me by @faejilly: Some very nice Aline and Alec friendship!

Summary:

Just for one night, a magical ball where anyone can meet, when anything is possible... And that's just the beginning.

Running from the Night by @to-the-stars-writing: I love how Stars depicts Alec's struggles with his mental health and there are a lot of friends for Alec in this one!

Summary:

For a long time, Alec had felt like his life was held together by strings tied on him by the Clave, his parents, his siblings. Strings that pulled and tugged him in every which direction, heedless of the bruises and blood left behind. As much as they hurt, some days they’d been the only thing to hold him together. That is, up until the moment Alec stood on the shores of Lake Lyn and faced the death of the one person who held a piece of his soul, and the lies that followed his mysterious resurrection. There, on the shores of Lake Lyn, those strings finally pulled too hard, and Alec broke. With the permission of the Inquisitor, and the help of the warlock who Alec had wanted so desperately to allow himself to fall for (and had been terrified to do more than smile at his flirting) Alec walked away from everything and everyone. He left New York behind and made himself a home in the small town of Prayer – a joke Magnus found particularly funny. But, two years after that fateful night, Alec’s old life comes knocking, and those strings he thought he’d finally cut are tugging him home. Back to the place he never wanted to have to see again. At least this time, he’s not facing it alone.

#fic rec #these ended up mainly being one shots #and outsider POV's #because most of the Alec friendship fics involve Alec being best friends with Clary #and I just don't like her as a character #so I generally skip those #and by generally I mean by nearly always #the Alec's ducklings being an exception #just for the other characters involved #my life would be so much easier if my brain didn't go NOPE each time a Clary & Alec friendship got mentioned tbh

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garden-variety-jumo · 3 months

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For @merlinmicrofic using the prompt 'masquerade'

Gwaine/Merlin, gen, no warnings

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Day and Night by Mogsby

"Come here often?"

'Here' being the refreshments table, meticulously prepared for the city-wide masquerade ball currently happening around them. The majority of food, drinks and music were communally prepared and the servants and guards in attendance those who chose to volunteer.

Technically speaking, it is Merlin's day off. Unfortunately, ""The king shouldn't have to fetch his own wine, Merlin.""

"Gwaine-"

The knight is looking as handsome as always; he wears a golden mask with a somewhat explosive design that seems to glitter as it catches the candlelight. It's contrasted with the graceful sweep of his dark hair, and he wears that purple shirt Merlin has always liked.

"I'm sure I would've noticed if someone as devastatingly gorgeous as you were just walking round the kingdom every day," Gwaine leans on the table as he speaks, snaking between Merlin and the jug of wine he was reaching for.

"You can't even see my whole face." Merlin scoffs. He's smiling.

"Maybe that's part of the attraction," the rogue flirts, "maybe I like the element of danger that comes with it,”

"There's going to be danger when you're distracting the King's manservant from tending to him." The warlock responds, raising his eyebrows to give Gwaine a discouraging look.

Despite the mask obscuring Gwaine's face, Merlin feels it when he rolls his eyes,

"As if it isn't a party for the whole kingdom- which is why I bought you this:"

It's a mask, different to the one Merlin is wearing, a deep blue, with silver stars and a crescent moon framing the left side. Ironically, it's almost like magic how Gwaine pulls it from nowhere.

"-and a change of clothes. I've also been planting some tasteful hints across the week, meaning his Lordship will think Elyan stole you away and got you drunk, causing you to neglect your duties."

Starting with a twitch, a brilliant smile slowly creeps onto Merlin's face. It makes his eyes crinkle, which, with an overwhelmingly fond curl in his chest, makes Gwaine want to trace the lines with his fingers. Then kiss him. Then, maybe, make him smile again.

"You really think of everything, huh?"

"You love it."

The warlock shifts, leaning against the table so he can intertwine their fingers,

“I do.”

#merlin micro fic #merwaine #fanfic #my writing

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tinkertoysdamn · 1 month

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I love my husband. So, we've been riffing on this dumb AU idea that will never go anywhere but it makes me happy.

It started as the Thanos/Ego aren't villains just really annoying parents AU that then morphed into Somehow All the Aliens Either Attend or Teach at the Same High School in Missouri AU.

More of this nonsense below.

Starring:

Peter Quill as the Band Kid stuck with the trumpet but he really wants to learn saxophone because "it's cooler." Has a crush on Gamora.

Gamora Zen Whoberi Ben Titan as the soccer ace all around sport star who is in total denial about having a crush on that marching band kid.

Nebula as the competitive oft ignored little sister of Gamora who just wants to be better at something than her sister for god's sake.

Mantis as Peter's little sister who is in Glee Club, oh god she won't stop talking about Regionals.

Adam Warlock is also in Glee Club because it's funny.

Drax the Destroyer as the Band Teacher who refuses to wear a shirt.

Rocket Raccoon as the Gym Coach.

Rocket: Today you need to climb this rope. No, I won't tell you how. You either know how or you don't.

Thanos as Gamora and Nebula’s helicopter parent.

Thanos: Second place is merely a nice way of saying first loser. I expect the best out of you, little one.

Ego as a single father to Peter and Mantis and a literal planet.

Student: Where do you guys live again?

Peter: You know that second moon above the Earth? The one with the face?

Mantis: That's our father. 😁

Student: 😧

Nick Fury as the guy who somehow has to explain to the Federal Government that yes, there are aliens and yes, they are all at the same school in Missouri.

Fury: Apparently, they have a good sports program.

#tinker writing process #gotg #au that will never go anywhere #the Thanos and Ego are embarrassing parents rather than evil AU #guardians of the galaxy au #silliness

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lunarsands · 11 months

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ALSMP Fanfic: Along The Roads To Sanctuary Ch 1

Bonus also Empires SMP S2 fanfic! I just didn’t want to make the title field too long ^_^;

Characters: PearlescentMoon, Scott Smajor, MythicalSausage, Eddie, Joel Smallishbeans, Bubbles the Dog, Hermes, mentions of other Empires S2 characters, including a certain misplaced warlock… Sausage Supreme

Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor

Tags: Canon Divergent, fictional religion, scosage, Afterlife SMP meets Empires SMP S2 but in an AU way,

Warnings: violence, surrealism via magic auras, humorous misunderstandings about infidelity, (tfw your husband cheats on you…with you), kidnapping (although we know how that went in canon)

(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends, Then We’ll Rewrite The Stars, Wherever These Flowers May Grow)

Summary: A happily ever afterlife is interrupted by the distant past; Sausage receives another calling and is sent into a different mortal world from their old one, with Scott insisting on following so they won’t be separated. They both lead brand new lives but only Scott regains memories of the previous one on his own, and he isn’t allowed to remind Sausage about any of it without jeopardizing the mission the angel was sent to complete – a mission someone else was supposed to have dealt with.

(Also available on Ao3!)

[ A/N: Gratitude as usual to Cynthrey for brainstorming and for help translating dialogue lines to Spanish! | Since my sequel title game is getting excessive, I’m noting here that this also follows the events of “Who’s The Unfairest Of Us All”, hence the italicized blurb at the beginning]

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Chapter One

As soon as Sausage and Scott had left after telling her about their encounters with Myth and Smajor, Pearl began to pace around the inside of the royal gazebo, her mind abuzz with thoughts of parallel versions of people. She stopped at one point to wave a hand over the reflecting pool, bringing up a sepia-tone image of a world from the past.

She watched it for a moment, then let out a distressed sigh and returned to pacing around, hands clasped tightly behind her back.

An unfamiliar voice called out from the direction of the pool. “Goddess PearlescentMoon, we need to have words with you.”

Pearl froze, then pivoted on her heel. Rising out of the pool was a bipedal figure made of jittering static. When they fully emerged, they stepped onto the floor, remaining indistinguishable, although Pearl thought she could make out the shape of a pair of closed eyes. “Well, that’s quite an entrance,” she said stiffly. “But – I’m sorry? Who are you?”

“We are one of the higher deities, responsible for matters of the spirit which are involved with all living things. That includes souls. You have something to answer for…”

Behind them, the pool returned to the image of the sepia-washed world just as a figure wearing a crown of red and gold stepped into view.

~*~

Having overseen the settling of night across the mortal realms, the starborne guardian Scott made his way home with a series of mid-air leaps and bounds that left a trail of purple sparkles in his wake all the way back to PearlescentMoon’s realm, where it was also still night. He smiled, thinking of how he and Sausage would have a chance to watch the sunrise together before he took a little rest and the seraph started his daily work. They would still get to spend time together during the day, but night had become very special to him.

“Sausage! I’m back!” Scott called cheerfully as he opened the door. He then gave pause. There was an odd stillness about the place, and he found himself beginning to rush as he went from room to room, looking for any trace of the seraph – a note, perhaps, if he’d had an early duty to attend to. As he entered the bedroom, he could swear he heard the sound of a baby crying, just for a split second – but, no, it had to have just been the creak of the door hinges.

Then he spotted several feathers on the floor, a glint of silver along the tips as the light from the doorway fell on them. “Sausage?” he asked of the empty air.

It was unusual for him to up and leave with no word, regardless of whatever task he had to do. Scott turned, not even entertaining the thought of waiting, and was soon bounding toward the center of the realm where he knew he could find the one person who should definitely know where Sausage was.

The royal gazebo came into view, a humble and rustic structure on the outside that matched its surroundings and had nothing fancy about it that would indicate it was where a goddess held court. She was, at the moment, seated in her wicker throne and chatting with a messenger from some other minor god but her gaze flicked over to Scott as he entered. She held up a hand to pause her conversation then nodded at the starborne.

“Pearl, have you seen Sausage? He wasn’t at home waiting like usual and I didn’t see a note. Was he summoned for something?” He had expected a mere confirmation; he did not expect her look of sympathy.

“I am so sorry, Scott. This is going to be difficult to hear, but he received another calling.”

“What? What do you mean? I thought seraphs didn’t get those anymore!”

“It’s unusual but the situation turned out to be dire. And also complicated. It had to be him.”

“Wait, so… I don’t get to say goodbye or anything?”

“It was urgent.”

Scott hastily considered his options. “So, he’s on some mortal world again… Send me there.”

“I… don’t have that type of power over you.”

Scott tried not to let too much annoyance cross his face. “Then at least show me, please.” He gestured desperately to the reflecting pool set into the gazebo’s floor off to the side.

“There honestly isn’t much to show right now. He only just entered the world, but he’s also starting over – from the very beginning of a new life.” Aware of what he intended to do, and as usual knowing she couldn’t stop him, Pearl added, “You’ll have to do the same if you want to follow him. There are different rules there than the world where you two met.”

Scott’s eyes widened. He hadn’t imagined that sound of a newborn baby. The echo back at their house was Sausage’s connection to this realm. “W-Will he remember me, when we meet again – however many years that ends up being?”

“No. He can’t remember right now. His task requires… other memories. I can’t explain all of it right now. I’ll answer you if you call on me, when you regain your memories of life here, but you absolutely cannot tell him. It’s very important. There is… a great evil that he is now responsible for undoing. You can help protect him if the danger becomes too much – I know you could never be stopped from doing so – but you still have to be careful. Promise me, Scott of the Stars. Promise me you won’t interfere with this destiny.”

Scott’s heart ached. It might be a very long time before Sausage returned to the celestial realm if all of this was to play out as indicated. It would be better to at least be in the same world to help, rather than just watch from above. He murmured out loud, “Now I know how he felt, only able to look in on me in the other world after he ascended…” Then he nodded firmly. “If we were destined to be together despite all the other trials, then this is destiny, as well. I promise.”

~*~

The first decade and a half was something of a blur and spent unaware of the power of the cosmos just beneath his skin, but as Scott made his way into his later teen years, he found himself studying the stars, drawn to follow them and see where they led. He began to explore around outside the idyllic town of llama herders and quiet meadows, collecting shiny rocks from the hills and streams, and occasionally even stumbling upon half-buried relics of a long-ago past – well, mainly pottery shards and arrowheads, but one time he found a gemstone that definitely had been shaped by artisan hands.

This gave him a taste for treasure hunting, and when on trips to other towns while accompanying llama caravans delivering goods, he would stop to scour local history books that might lead him to other shiny discoveries.

Some turned out to be in the clutches of people far wealthier than him. Some were squirreled away in general collections, and others were rumored to still be in the ruins and caverns they had been lost in. He wanted to acquire them all, even though he wasn’t always sure what was behind that urge. Stealing probably wasn’t the best idea…

At least, not without some tricks and training first. He practiced with treasures out in the wild, scaling cliffs and navigating ravines, although finding quite a bit of it to be easier than others might. His agility was unparalleled, and sometimes he seemed to have no regard for gravity at all.

The only thing that ever seemed to – if momentarily – throw him off his game was the sound of a bird taking flight. Something about it always caught his attention right away, and he would be compelled to watch as the bird flew away.

~*~

Elsewhere in the world, a young man learning to be a blacksmith in a peaceful town full of magically-gifted people would wander outside in the evening and sit to gaze up at the sky. His surrogate father, Eddie, the blacksmith training him and a member of one of the anthropomorphic peoples in the area, would join him after tidying up for the day.

One evening, after a particularly busy day and needing the extra hand with cleanup but finding him already gone, Eddie went out to retrieve him. He was on the bench out front as usual, making him easy to find, at least. Eddie put on the act of it being arduous to lower his older, aching body onto the bench. “Well, quite a lot to do still today, yet here you are. Sausage, why do you stare at the sky so much? It will still be there after we’re actually done for the day.”

“Sorry,” the young man offered, laughing awkwardly as he realized he was being scolded. “I can’t help it. They’re just so beautiful! I love seeing them appear as the sky gets dark, like a mystery that’s only revealed in certain light – or, well, lack of light, I guess. Lack of daylight, specifically? Anyway, I love to see them. I - I’ll come inside in a minute, I promise. I wasn’t going to not help close up the shop, I just…” He turned his gaze upward again. “I feel drawn to them. Sometimes I wish I could meet a star.”

Eddie scoffed, although it was a gentle sound. “You know they’re just specks of light, and not something you can actually see in person, right? Aside from legends that say otherwise, but those are still only legends. Even the old stories of spirits from the forests are just people who had nature magic. Probably just someone who had light magic, and either they or someone else claimed they fell from the sky.”

“This is unusually cynical of you tonight. I mean, one day someone might tell the legend of Sausage, the man who could talk to animals! I could be mythical, even!”

“I’m unusually tired and sore tonight, son.” Eddie tried to sound grumpy, but he enjoyed Sausage’s idea of whimsy. “Get back inside and help your old man out, then you can run with your imagination later.”

“Yes, sir, on my way!” Sausage hopped up and scurried inside. Eddie heard him a moment later chattering with a mouse before the sound of a broom sweeping the floor followed. He smiled and folded his arms over his stomach, taking a rest of his own as he admired the sky.

~*~

Adventuring and treasure hunting naturally came with a few costs. There were the occasional close calls where Scott was nearly caught stealing, and the ones where he was caught – an incident with a witch came to mind, when he had merely been trying to procure some potions to help in his endeavors, and while she was busy brewing, his sticky fingers just so happened to try to touch a shiny bauble hidden away on a dusty shelf. He figured she wouldn’t even miss it, considering the number of cobwebs around it. Instead, he ended up running out of her hut with neither the bauble nor the potions, and her threatening that the only reason she didn’t curse him right that second was because he paid for the potions in advance, and she at least was honorable in that aspect.

Then there were the physical scrapes and bumps from hastily escaping traps, his agility saving him from worse damage. He managed to avoid any major breaking of bones, although he did sprain his wrist one time. A little bit of rest and strictly adhering to stretching exercises saw him back to his craft again.

He was more careful about inspecting his surroundings when closing in on an item, now expecting pretty much everything to be trapped in some way. Yet one thing he did not heed was rumors surrounding treasures – he only believed in concrete evidence. No, a tomb was not guarded by an invincible warrior clad in armor; it had a redstone system that assembled iron golems when the trap was triggered. No, people were not stolen away by spirits; they bumbled their way into a hidden pit with a sheer drop all the way down to bedrock while the trap reset overhead.

Someone could say that a relic was ‘haunted’, but he dismissed those claims as nonsense. Actual magic had to be performed in front of his eyes, and until then, he remained skeptical. But it was still a good way to get a lead on where a treasure might be.

One such tale sent him on his longest journey to date, to find the entire treasure room of an ancient kingdom. It was said that the people had fled a great calamity, and with their ruler gone missing, not a second was spared toward worrying about what was inside the castle. Among the treasures were rumored to be a magic staff that allowed the wielder to travel to other dimensions – Scott guessed it might allow someone to magically summon portals to the Nether and to The End – and something called the Nether Star Pendant, said to contain the soul of a grim reaper, and whoever carried the relic with them would be safe from all manner of death. For that one he figured it had a spell of protection on it; there was no possible way a mere gemstone could hold such a spirit.

The ruins seemed promising, once he found them among overgrown fields and the crumbling foundations of buildings long since reclaimed by nature. He made his way to the largest footprint and scoured around until he found a way underground, where the lowest levels of the castle might have survived intact. After no small amount of digging, however, he found the old corridors to be impassible. This was not as simple as buried treasure under a beach somewhere.

He hated to leave empty-handed, but this would take some possibly serious excavation, and he didn’t even know for sure if there would be anything in there. Ancient tragedies eventually passed, and in the aftermath other people might loot an area as soon as it was safe – especially an entire abandoned castle.

He camped for the night under the stars. He would explore around tomorrow, maybe do a little more digging – maybe an extra meter further in might yield something to make this worth it. Even just a fancy sword or two would suffice. Although, perhaps the missing king himself had taken the items when he left, intending to cross dimensions and cheat death.

~*~

Elsewhere in the world, a man was running for his life through a village that was engulfed in fire everywhere he turned. He had lost track of his remaining loved ones in the smoke when everyone scattered. At least one of them needed to escape. At least one of them needed to keep the magic safe.

Well, no. Eddie had insisted that it be Sausage who must absolutely make it out alive and flee far, far away. With arrows streaking past him, he continued to run. He tried to use the smoke and flames to his own advantage until he could reach the outskirts of the village and attempt to lose his pursuers in the forest. As he crossed the border into the trees, he whispered a fervent request to those old spirits of the forest that Eddie had once talked about, hoping they might hear him and aid his escape somehow.

Someone answered, although he saw none of it as he fled, eyes straight ahead to find a path. Behind him the brush grew thicker, tree branches closing in to fill gaps, with vines suddenly swinging down to conveniently catch around a soldier’s chest, almost seeming to pull them backward. Giant sunflowers sprang up to block the way as well, and their stems proved too tough for the soldiers to cut them down with any type of speed.

The tyrant king would still want him – and anyone else possessing so much as a scrap of magic – to be found. Dedicated trackers and assassins would have to handle that.

~*~

Scott checked his map one more time. This was definitely the right desert temple. The supposed marble skull had to be around here somewhere. The drawing in the bottom corner was pretty specific, so it wasn’t like he could mistake it for one of the other dozen, mundane skulls laying around. Someone had once had a very creepy idea of décor, or maybe thought the display would scare off thieves. But he still wasn’t about to become superstitious and turn back.

He sidled around a bend in the corridor, very much continuing to be cautious of traps, however. He gasped quietly. There it was, finally. It practically gleamed in the dark, the light of his torch not yet reaching it, but once he had made his inspection of the floor and walls, the torchlight struck the pink jewel in the skull’s right eye socket.

He grinned to himself. It was magnificent. It would look wonderful in his collection. He kept his eagerness in check, however. Picking up a treasure was where the final two traps would be: triggered by touching the item itself, and by carrying it past a specific threshold.

With the utmost caution he removed the skull from its place. There wasn’t any dust around it to have left an imprint…or to hide some mechanism. He remained alert as he retreated to the doorway of the chamber, and watched every step he took on the way out of the temple. He even waited to see if taking the skull a certain distance caused any reaction, but it seemed he was going to get away with it completely unscathed.

That was, until he woke up the next morning and found he could no longer see out of his left eye.

Except that turned out to be because he no longer had a left eye.

Meanwhile, the skull now sported a brand new, shiny green gemstone in its left eye socket.

The shock and realization of what had transpired was enough to keep him stunned for the better part of the day. Putting the skull back was unlikely to change anything. After all, there was someone out in the world – at least at one time, since there was no way to gauge how long the skull had been there – walking around missing their right eye.

It took longer than he would have liked to gather his thoughts and choose a course of action. Maybe someone with more knowledge of magical artifacts could tell him how to get his eye back. Nothing that he could recall mentioned anything about the skull being magic, only that it was pristine and had a beautiful crystal in it.

Quiet inquiries eventually led him to an old wizard in a swamp – a very likely place for someone who would have knowledge of a body part stealing-and-transforming artifact. By that point Scott was more than happy to hand over the skull in way of payment, and he figured the weird potion was pretty much meant to knock him out so the wizard could extract his eye from the skull, change it back to normal, and return it to him.

At one point he heard a strange sort of echoing sound, and then felt the warmth of sunlight, and then could smell freshly turned soil, and then tasted honey.

All that was left to sense, then, was…

He opened his eyes. The wizard, the skull – all trace of everything was gone. But he could see properly again. He still had everything else on him that he had brought, so the wizard hadn’t robbed him; whatever reason he had for disappearing before Scott woke was fine to remain a mystery. He was just glad to have his full sight back.

He pushed open the door of the shack, knocking aside a tall sunflower without realizing that it hadn’t been there before. He passed several more sunflowers on the way to find a clear stream to get a look at his face. He leaned over and was startled to see that it wasn’t his eye, because now his left eye was yellow.

Unless maybe it had been altered by being in the skull and then removed from it? With the wizard gone, he had no way of finding… out…

Something else was strange.

His reflection appeared to be glittering, and not just from the sunlight refracting off the water. He looked down at his hands, then turned them forward and back; his skin appeared to be dusted with pinpoints of light. He brushed at them, then dipped them in the water and splashed some on his face, too – since it also glittered in the reflection.

But, no, it wasn’t something that could be washed off.

A memory stirred. He glanced over his shoulder at the nearest sunflower, then looked back down at the water. As the ripples faded out, he saw himself again, but with violet hair and matching eyes, a purple gradient starting bright at his fingertips then darkening as it went down the bare arms of his reflection.

He stumbled backward and landed pressed up against the side of the low hill. His head became a whirlwind of conflicting memories. His life here, but… a life somewhere else. A life of many creatures, not just human, starting with a small mothling and ending with a shooting star that left purple sparkles in its wake.

He gasped and looked at the sunflower again. “P-Pearl? Pearl?! Can you hear me?!” He jumped up and looked around, frantic. “I – I’ve remembered! I’ve remembered! Pearl, help me – where is he?!”

He reasoned that it might take a moment for his words to reach her. In the meantime, he crept back over to look in the water and gingerly touch his cheek below his left eye.

Perhaps the skull had known exactly what it was doing by taking the eye of a starborne.

~*~

“Scott, just remember – it is very important that you do not remind him yet.”

Scott kept that warning circulating in his head as he made plans. Pearl had responded by coming to him in a dream and giving him a quick briefing. Sausage was somewhere called Sanctuary, building the next phase of his life in this world. Scott would do the same to keep up appearances – a place of his own, rather than simply trying to move into Sanctuary right off the bat. Taking inspiration from the life that had gotten him to this point, he named it Chromia; a small kingdom situated in a flower meadow, which was his own poignant reminder of his home in another world.

It also conveniently gave him a source for trading with local villages, and he made a bittersweet pun out of calling Chromia “a place to dye for”. He looked forward to the day when Sausage might pick up on the second layer of the joke.

In the meantime, he learned that not only did his replacement eye reveal his own appearance, it also showed a glowing aura around magical items; he supposed starbornes could be considered magical beings. Upon this discovery, he tore through his collection, looking for anything of exceptional power that he might use to help Sausage when the time was right.

He found a set of five rings that glowed brightly and one gaudy scepter that had a spell contained within it. Items that had been proclaimed to be special turned out to be mundane, while a few others were, surprisingly, lit up like torches. He soon figured out that with a little concentration he could see the hidden runes floating around things, and he translated a few of them as he went along. The rings all had protection ensorcelled upon them. The scepter held a single fire charge.

A pair of netherite scimitars caught his attention. He remembered fighting with a sword and shield just fine in the past, but perhaps he could start practicing with them. They had a few layers of spells on them, which would doubly come in handy. He decided he would keep them secret, and let everyone think the ruler of Chromia had standard battle skills – more a colorful surface than substance underneath.

When an invitation went out calling on all the rulers of the lands to meet and discuss one big trade deal, Scott saw his chance to finally see how Sausage was faring. At first the gathering was dominated by a very outspoken goblin then everyone began talking over each other, but Scott’s focus was on Sausage, to the exclusion of anyone else. He appeared much the same, having managed to obtain a scar over his right eye again and was… well, honestly, quite a bit more buff-looking than Scott remembered. When Sausage loudly announced that he was trading in every type of wood that existed, it was clear the extra muscle came from lumberjack work.

Scott mentally shook off the distraction and began to analyze the others, just in case. No one seemed like too much of a threat so far… The presence of a pirate seemed a little shady, but that might have just been the instincts of one thief to another.

There was, however, one more shock of the day for him. One person towered above everyone else – literally. As Scott’s gaze traveled up their body to their face, and then as he focused on their voice amid the cacophony, he realized he recognized who it was. He couldn’t help murmuring out loud, “What are the odds of it being this world…”

Joel. It was Joel. The weather god. And he was showing no sign of recognizing him – or Sausage, for that matter – as he turned from his current conversation to look down at Scott. “What’s the matter, little colorful man? I noticed you on that hill near Stratos. You had better stay on your own side of the border. I’ve got big plans, because I’m a big god, and you don’t want to get on my bad side.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Scott replied coolly. “Don’t worry. I planned to just stick to my flower fields.” He turned away to not let the calculating look show on his face. There was no telling how long it had been since Joel had last seen them. Time was always a funny thing between the mortal and higher realms. It was possible Joel had forgotten all about the two florans who had been wandering around his world when he had been a fledgling god. Of course, they were also both decidedly less leaf-covered and not flower-bedecked now, despite Scott’s comment about fields.

A wistful look now crossed Scott’s face as he wandered away from the group. He might have managed to establish Chromia on top of lands that he and Sausage had once worked to repair. The idea was solidified when he wandered far enough for a distant structure to come into view, and he soon recognized it as the Greatbridge of Gilded Ratio – or, the Ancient Capitol, as the archeologist who was studying it called it.

“Hey – Scott, was it?”

His heart fluttered as he heard Sausage call him by name. “Yes, that’s me.” He kept his tone even as he turned to see the founder of Sanctuary jogging over to him. He tried very hard to not stare, for a few reasons. Then he realized something; just because he couldn’t remind Sausage of their previous lives didn’t mean he couldn’t show attraction to him. “What can I do for a strong, handsome man like yourself?”

“Um.” Sausage let out one of his giggles that Scott now realized he missed hearing. “I just, um, I heard you trade dyes? I have some colorful building designs I want to try, but I’m going to need a lot of dye for the concrete. Can we set up some kind of extra deal between just the two of us?”

“Sure. I’m actually lacking tree variety in Chromia. I’ll trade you color for color – I’m thinking regular planks might get too boring after a while.”

“I would highly recommend spruce for a lot of things, though!”

“Oh, that goes without saying, that you would—” Scott caught himself, “…because you seem to know what you’re talking about, being a lumberjack and all. I would assume decorating taste goes along with it, best use of each type and all that.”

“Oh, yes yes yes, architecture is another hobby of mine!” Sausage smiled proudly, perhaps glad that someone was seeing beyond his brawny exterior. “You should visit Sanctuary after I’ve built it up some more, you might enjoy what I have in mind, since you seem to also like a good color combination.”

Scott smiled warmly. “I’d like that. You can let me know how it’s going whenever you come by Chromia with a delivery. And you’re also welcome to stay for a little while, if you like…” He lightly placed a hand on Sausage’s arm and decided to not be subtle as he offered an admiring glance.

Sausage grinned in response, blissfully unaware that it was his own husband flirting with him, but clearly appreciating the interest.

~*~

Upon returning from the gathering, Scott decided he needed a better way to communicate with Pearl other than waiting for her to visit him in dreams. Recalling how Sausage had been able to focus directly on him via the memorial dais in the cemetery of Heaven’s Reach, he disguised a small shrine as seemingly just another part of a patch of sunflowers next to a supply shed, while including a small reflecting pool to ‘fancy up’ the shed itself. He figured it also counted as a nod to the farming goddess.

It took a day or two of visiting and quietly speaking her name over it, but there came a point where he walked past it and caught a glow coming off of it with his replacement eye. He smiled in relief and stopped to gaze into the pool. “Pearl. I can see you’ve connected. Can you hear me right now?”

The surface of the water shimmered, then the goddess’ face appeared. “I hear you and see you. Clever of you to think of this.”

“Well, you gave the suggestion last time. I figured it could work again. I’ve spoken with Sausage. He seems well, and didn’t recognize me at all, so the memory thing is working perfectly. I assume I’m allowed to spend time with him as long as I don’t purposely try to trigger anything.”

Pearl smiled patiently. “Yes, you can be friends with him. I did say you could help him. Just keep your own disguise up.”

“I do have one question, and it’s more for me than him. Do you know what, um, happens if someone gains access to a piece of a starborne? Can it be used to influence the stars in any way?”

Pearl’s expression became sad. Scott’s stomach twisted, now worried he had inadvertently caused a bigger issue – except, he didn’t know at the time he was risking a starborne’s body, nor knew what the skull was capable of. “I don’t know why it took your eye, Scott,” she said, startling him since he hadn’t told her any of that yet. “But I tried to help you as best I could.”

“Wait, what do you mean? Did you read my mind while you were in that dream?”

“No. I had been watching both of you. Dire events were happening around him, so I checked on you, too, to see if anything pivotal was also going on around you. I saw you seeking help. That wizard was only going to give you a glass eye, but I imbued it with power that could help you. Why do you think it’s yellow, and not green?”

Scott touched his left cheek. “Yellow… …like a sunflower. But… then it triggered my memory…”

“Yes. I had something else in mind to give you a nudge to start the process, but I had to intervene somehow in that moment. Now you’ve got a little divine assistance to help out more.”

“So, I can see what I really look like, and I can see a glow around magical items. Is there anything else? Wait, why didn’t I see what Sausage really looks like – I mean, he doesn’t usually sparkle like I do, but wouldn’t an angelic aura count?”

“You’ll be able to see more in time, when and as needed. For now, it’s just an extra edge. Have those magic items at hand, and so on.”

“I figured I would keep them handy, yeah.” Scott tried to think of anything else to ask, but nothing came to mind right away. “I’ll check in again if anything else out of the ordinary happens. I guess you can give me a signal to call me over to this shrine if you need to tell me anything, too. For now, I’ll keep just being Scott, ruler of Chromia.”

Pearl now smiled gently. “Live your own life, too. It’s sort of like another chance at a mortal life.”

Scott gave her a sad look. “Pearl, you know I can’t have much of a life without him beside me. This is like life-adjacent, where I only see him from a distance.”

[ Chapter Two ]

#alsmp #alsmp fanfic #alsmpshipping #scosage #empires smp #empiressmpshipping #mythicalsausage #scott smajor #dangthatsalongname #pearlescentmoon #empires smp fanfic #soul liminality 2 #lunar yarns

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valdiis · 2 months

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📇 — does your url have a meaning? if so, what is it?

This is a bit of a story, so bear with me. Back when I was playing WoW, somewhere around the middle of Wrath of the Lich King - when the Argent Tournament thingy dropped - I was in a "casual" raiding guild, raiding three times a week for three to four hours a day. The day that Tournament dropped, we stopped Ulduar farming to go to the Argent thing and - blind - dropped in expecting to progress. Unsurprisingly, we didn't.

But oh. Oh, the raid drama. The screaming. The cursing. The blame. I was so sick of it. I needed a break. I'd heard that there were servers people actually role-played on and I had fond memories of chatroom RP from the late 90s. I used to write, you see, but my muse died somewhere along the way and I hadn't written anything in years. So I decided I'd go find one of these RP servers and see what it was like.

I rolled a human female warlock.

On Moon Guard.

It took about twelve seconds for me to realize my mistake. I nuked her and rerolled a human male priest - an old-looking one, at that. I played Father Kostadin off and on for a month or two, when I was bouncing around the Moon Guard wiki and found an interesting looking guild called "Knights of Menethil." They purported to be the only all-death-knight guild in WoW. I liked death knights. They'd just lifted the restrictions on making them, so I could roll one without having an established character already, so...

I rolled a draenei female death knight.

She needed a name and I - planning on only dropping in with her occasionally as a break from the raid drama - didn't think very hard about it. I found a list of gods and goddesses. I selected the name of an Icelandic goddess of death because the cliche of it amused me, and added another vowel to make it "more draenei."

It turns out my muse was dead. And in service to the Lich King.

Not long after I started playing Valdiis, the raid group imploded from the drama. I happily skipped town to Moon Guard full time, writing my grumpy undead space goat. Eventually, I rose through the military-style ranks of the guild until I was the junior officer of the triumvirate that lead the guild. I met my husband through that guild. The third officer would've been officiant at our wedding had he been able to attend.

Until I'd created Valdiis, I went by either Rosoe (an even earlier RP character) or SeraphBriar, a standard internet handle that still haunts me in my etsy login. But after many years of writing her, Valdiis became something of a mascot to me. Although I've long ago left WoW behind (at the end of Legion), she is still my first child. Or at least, my first since becoming an adult.

This tumblr originally had a name relating to the RP character it was created for, but as I evolved away from him, I decided this tumblr needed to be something of a catch-all, removed slightly from strict IC rules. Valdiis - as a character - was retired, but I'd been known as Val(diis) for years by that point, so I changed this tumblr's name to hers.

For the most part, my internet presence is consolidated under that name now. But I'll never let myself live down the fact that it was originally a meme on death.

#ask meme #personal

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phasebun · 3 months

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"Death is nothing to be afraid of and should be handled with the upmost respect."

Myrkul worship so powerful, thousands believed, strongly, that if they were to be touched, Myrkul would rise and bestow his wrath upon them all.

Next >

The two emotions of a mother of two boys that are waaaay too sneaky and close. Illori is a priestess to the largest temple in Tulmon, a temple every Myrkul worshipping citizen attends for prayer, rituals, celebrations and more. Tulmon was seen as a city of diamonds to this settlement of refugees. Wizards, necromancers, strong and healthy citizens fit for battle, for rebuilding a new world. Ik'mil and Illios, her princes, keep her "healthy and alert", perfect for a priestess of their Lord of Bones, Myrkul.

[To put in perspective, Tulmon's population is aprox. 25k)

The Naeroth family, as prominent and fearsome Myrkul worshippers, migrated to Tulmon and planted the seeds of Myrkul worship throughout the entire city. 50,000 moon elves migrated due to being driven away from their last location (a revolt) after centuries of enforcing the word of the Lord of Bones, Myrkul. Their numbers, well-rounded skillsets, and the terror they evoked within the citizens converted (or at least, reparations were to be paid) in the city of Tulmon. There were other families, but none could compare to their strength. Rebuilding an empire is common with Myrkul worshippers. Their temple is also a place to cremate (a place enforced recommended by themselves as well as their soldiers to use) for your loved ones. Bones are needed for the holidays!

At this time skip, they have already established settlement for centuries:

Illori ( Mother ): 483 years old

Ilios : 35 years old

Ik'mil: 25 years old

Iniko [will update] ( Father ): 470 years old

#bg3 #bg3 screenshots #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 ocs #bg3 oc #my ocs #OC: Ik'mil #OC: Illios #OC: Illori #OC: Iniko #ofc Illios is the trouble maker with less rules--he's the oldest #I made her Illios' guardian just for the paaaiinnn first time around --like y did I do that dghasdjk #.Naeroth Family

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alldimension · 1 year

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DELPHINE LE MER - DUCHEX OF THE SEAFOAM COURT. strong willed and hot headed, delphine often found themself arguing with their parents about what it is that they would do with their life. as the duchex, she was aware there were many duties and responsibilities that she needed to attend to, but the societal pressures and expectations were what kept delphine from fulfilling their title. it wasn't until they became an adult, and the seafoam court began to rely on her to step into their role and make an appearance at the blooms, that delphine seemingly began to take her duties seriously. but though they do as they're told, delphine is often up to no good - she gets lost in the gossip and the drama of the party, making messes to see what mischief they stir now that all the fey are together again. fc: gemma chan. pronouns: they/she.

DOMA TERRA - KNOWN AS ZENA VANCIL, PRINCEPS OF THE AVIS MOON. a prime member of the royal family that disappeared from their planet ( kidnapped by raiders ) when they were eighteen. now 28, they have claimed their own ship - the obsidian - and started their own life in the galaxies. they participate in a lot of smuggling jobs, and they're well known throughout space, but they're known as doma terra, and they do not look like the princeps that was taken, which is why no one has found them, yet ( yet being the keyword ). fc: milla jovovich. pronouns: they/them.

HANS KRAUSE - GIANT SLAYER, WARLOCK, TWIN. sometimes, you go into the woods and never return. hans was supposed to be taking care of his twin sister - promised their father he would do so - but she just had to go into that forest. chasing after her, hans tried to leave a trail so they wouldn't get lost, but it's just his luck that all he had was crumbs, and birds like free food. coming across a dirty house with chicken legs, hans tries to get greta away, but she wants to go in. hesitantly, nervously, hans follows, only to come face to face with baba yaga - the high witch. the house begins to move before the twins can go back home, leaving the baba yaga to raise and take care of them. now an adult, hans is still much more nervous than his sister, even with the magic he now possesses as a warlock. his anxieties can keep him frozen in certain situations, and he's constantly overthinking. when him and greta are set out to fight giants, hans has never been so sure that he's not ready for something in his entire life. fc: aneurin barnard. pronouns: he/him.

GRETA KRAUSE - GIANT SLAYER, WARLOCK, TWIN. the forest was a second home to her, but this time, greta went too far in. she realizes that, but before she can admit it, she sees the fascinating house. it draws her in, the girl knocking on the door and staring in awe up at the witch. greta happily goes inside, dragging hans with her, ready for an adventure. she understands that they can't return home, now that baba yaga's house was moving, so she makes the most of her new life with the witch and her brother, learning magic, and gaining her magic from the baba yaga. she's unafraid of her training and education, and she's often soothing her brother through the telepathic connection to one another. once she's learned everything she's meant to learn, greta takes baba yaga's challenge of slaying giants and leads her brother to the fight. fc: katie mcgrath. pronouns: she/her.

EVELYN ABBOTT - HEIRESS OF THE ABBOTT FORTUNE & THE ABBOTT RETAIL EMPIRE. she's had to be proper and pristine since she was a child, and those expectations never ceased, not even as she grew into a woman. her parents, distant and cold, taught her that wealth was more important than anything, but evelyn continued to silently disagree. as long as there was love and kindness in the world, wealth was the least important thing to her. evelyn has to keep up appearances, and so she, too, keeps her distance from most others, never letting anyone in, only showing the side of her that is all business. but she longs for a more fulfilling life. human fc: allison williams. pronouns: she/her.

SIR MATIAS GREENLEAF - KNOWN AS GEM, LOST KNIGHT OF THE HOUSE OF MANYLICKS. he's the honorable knight that went to battle and never came back. he knows not his name, nor where he comes from - glimpses of a far off land often grace his dreams, but he cannot place the destination, and they're gone before he opens his eyes. staying in a cabin he found in the woods, shared with an old woman whom he helps to cut firewood and gather food, he only knows himself as gem - the name the woman gave him after seeing the crystalized eye that replaced his lost one for the first time ( one he often wears an eyepatch to cover up ). one day he'll find his way back home, and take his rightful place where he belongs. for now, gem must face the world and help where he can. fc: dev patel. pronouns: he/they.

#it's late but i'm posting this and i'll reblog tomorrow #if there are typos No There Aren't #originals.

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March 9

It’s late evening in Forgotten Hollow as James chases after his wife, who is swiftly moving towards the foyer of the Straud Mansion.

“Where are you off to?” James questions, he feels something has been up with his bride. She’s been even more antsy about him revealing her to the Vatores. He’s not ready quite yet for that step.

The female vampire can feel irritation flooding through her body, the black veins popping up on her cheeks as she briefly shifts to her dark form. Not only due to her husbands question but at the sight of Asa. She hates how he treated her sister and wishes to stake him herself.

“I’m going around the grounds for a walk. That’s the only place I’m allowed to go, after all.” She bites out.

“Look, dear, I know you want to get your revenge on Caleb and Lilith but timing is everything.” James reminds her.

“I know, James.” Is her reply, she says this calmly. She doesn’t want to argue with him too much, he’s already been watching her like a hawk for some reason.

“I like your new earrings.” James compliments her, he notices them peeking out through her hair. In reality – he wants to know where she got them. He didn’t buy them for her.

“Thank you.” She replies poiletly before making her exit from the mansion.

James turns to Asa after his wife leaves the room. “Did you buy her earrings?!”

Asa, who had been practicing making drinks at the bar, almost dropped a bottle of very expensive liquor in response to James’ sudden question.

“I bought them for her!” The count declares, thoroughly annoyed. He just wants to play his haunting pipe organ music in peace. He’s lying of course. He knows who bought them. Annalise Blake.

James turns to Vladislaus in total shock. “Why would you buy MY wife earrings?”

The count doesn’t bother to even look at the warlock “A pretty female deserves pretty things. You should remember that and loosen your purse strings once in a full moon.”

Pipe organ music resumes as James stands there, thinking over the situation.

The woman actually does make one small lap around the estate, just in case James looks out a window. When she feels it’s safe, she pauses at the exit of the estate. She does something very human – she breathes in the crisp night air. She can almost remember how it felt to do that as a mortal. It no longer feels the same. This just fuels her hatred even more.

She feels better once she’s inside Annalise’s home, chatting with her sister. Annalise went back to practicing medicine full time today. She had stopped when she became a vampire, not feeling she could safely treat humans.

“It was amazing to be back! Now that my blood lust is under control I think being a vampire will actually help me in treating people.” Annalise raves excitedly. She feels she’s reclaimed something she had to give up. Something she thought she might never get back, outside of helping Vera and Caleb months ago.

Annalise’s older sister smiles at her. “I’m truly happy for you, Annalise.”

“Do you ever think you’ll go back to being in the space program?” She asks the vampire beside her. There’s a huge pause in the conversation.

“It’s been so long….I loved it. I really did. The science of it. The wonder. Seeing the stars.” The older sister sadly reminisces. “But I was a different person then. I was human then. At least with your profession, not as much time has passed.”

Annalise quietly nods her head. She feels incredibly sad for her half sister. Pretty much everything was taken away from her. Her career, her family and friends – her life.

The topic gets changed to an upcoming medical convention Annalise has to attend out of town. Way too soon for both women, it’s time for the older sister to leave.

“Your bath has been ran, Madame. May I get you anything else?” Lurch asks the beauty before him. He’s always had a crush on Annalise from the moment he met her. Originally, he was Asa’s butler. Naturally when Asa showed what a weasel he is, he pledged his loyalty to Miss Annalise.

“No thank you.” She pauses “Mr. Lurch, I don’t think my sister has told me the whole truth.”

#the grant legacy #annalise blake #mystery woman #james #asa blake #frances lurch #vladislaus straud #ts4 legacy #generation 2 #ts 4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling #forgotten hollow #Vlad hates organ blockers

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frostironfudge · 10 months

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Epilogue

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, mild sm/ut

Word Count: 1.5k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Chapter Twenty || Main Masterlist || Fic Masterlist || My AO3

Epilogue

One and a Half Year Later.

Nia squeals in anticipation. Loki and Bucky stand from their seats the loudest hoots and cheers from their seats.

Stephen Strange is all smiles as he reads out Y/N’s name. Emery holds up her degree beaming brightly at their friend.

Y/N walks across the stage, heart full of happiness and love, finally completing her degree. The thick folder graces her hands. Happy tears as her fingers trace the university’s embossed logo.

She meets them all outside, her parents travelling for the ceremony. They are all smiles and full of brimming pride. Some relationships still stung but she no longer focused upon the hurt. Instead she chose to move ahead, onto the brighter people who flooded love and light into her life.

The bonds tug at her, she turns away from her parents. Loki and Bucky dressed in suits walking towards her holding a bouquet of flowers each. Nia takes the degree from her hands, recording the video as her best friend runs towards her mates.

Loki and Bucky hold onto her as she hugs the both of them, “I did it!” She cheers, laughing.

“You did it, love.” Loki kisses her cheek.

“We’re so proud of you.” Bucky kisses her other cheek.

They embrace for a while longer before they part but not too far, always close enough.

“Flowers for our little graduate.” They beam at her, basking in the happiness that resonates through their own chests.

“Thank you.” She kisses their cheeks.

Bucky frowns, “What no real kisses?” He pouts, making her roll her eyes.

“Such demanding professors.” She shakes her head but stands on her tiptoes to kiss Bucky and then Loki.

Bucky cups her cheek, his rings cool against her jaw, “Wasn’t that hard was it, Poetess?”

“You’re an insatiable vampire, Warlock.” Loki murmurs, making the two laugh.

“I hope you all will attend dinner.” Emery reminds as they make their way through the crowd. Their coven members nod. It was a small coven but was their family.

“On our way there.” Loki assures, heading to where Y/N’s parents stood with Bucky to guide them to the dinner venue.

Nia waits back with Y/N.

“I’m happy you made it back for graduation.” Y/N loops her arm through Nia’s. The vampire smiles at her best friend.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

“How are you doing?”

“Today is about you.” Nia reminds.

“Yes, then I demand to know about my best friend.” Y/N argues.

Nia shakes her head, “Ditched the alcohol, had meaningless hookups, trekked up the highest mountains, deep dived the deepest oceans, travelled alone and with acquaintances. However, my cloud bed is the most comfortable.”

“You miss sleeping the most don’t you?” Y/N chuckles, Nia groans longingly.

“So much but now I’m back permanently. How are you coping with the longer stay in Romania?” Nia changes the subject.

“I’m excited, we went there during Christmas, Bucky is eager to begin restoration on the house.” Y/N smiles, “I’m happy, he can help the place heal.”

“So he’s a high priest now?”

“Well technically, Moonmy–,”

“The moon who is also your mom.” Nia adds with a laugh.

“Yes so when the transfer occurred, Moonmy intervened right? We presume Bucky is now part Celestial since he did retain his magick as a vampire. He has a recruit too, the star tattoo apparently is a guide to this new coven. The recruit also lost his coven to Alexander. Bucky thinks he’s probably going to get more members who are from lost covens.” Y/N explains, Nia nods.

The entire discovery of Bucky being a High Priest worried them, but with the retention of his powers and his own drive to want to make things easier for other witches and warlocks cemented the fact that he is fit for the role.

The intention to honour his own lost coven, by rebuilding the ruined home in Romania was one of the first few steps in the process of setting forth the path of the type of High Priest he wanted to be for the coven.

Bucky gazes across the great hall, easily finding his mate in conversation with Nia. Loki hands him a paper cup with the switched out drink.

“Professor.” Loki teases, Bucky shakes his head and takes a sip.

“Is this ever going to get old?” Bucky muses, making Loki chuckle.

“You’re the youngest person to be recruited in the History Department’s history. It will always amuse me.”

“Though I do have a smidge of regret not being able to hold the position for longer, given our upcoming move.” He sighs, looking down at the drink and then across the hall.

Loki observes Bucky looking at Y/N.

“She is happy about the decision, excited even.�� Loki assures his mate.

“I know I can feel it, sometimes I worry however if it will serve as a reminder of what she could not have despite being a witch.” The warlock-vampire traces the rim of the glass.

“James, if by some miracle she could have a kind High Priest as you she would have loved her powers and felt more connected to her heritage. I know you would have made her feel accepted and safe.” Loki’s lips brush over his temple.

Bucky nods, “I would have made her feel as safe and accepted and loved as she needs.”

The two watch as Y/N makes her way over to them, her plate stacked with the small sandwiches she enjoyed and chatting animatedly with Nia about their post graduation trip to explore Europe before heading to Romania.

“Maybe I’ll come with you guys to Romania, to help out.” Nia suggests at the end of the night as they are walking into the house.

Loki and Bucky walk behind them conversing about the furniture shipments and when they will be arriving at the Romanian Coven House.

“You could, yes.” Y/N smiles, “It will be fun!”

The door opens before they ring it and Nia pauses midstep, a soft tickle on her forearm moves upwards as though a spider climbing up her skin. A soft wisp of a web string.

Nia looks up from her forearms to the man standing at the door.

His brown eyes accentuated by his glasses, hair floppily messed up. He smiles at her and then his lips part when their gazes lock.

“H-how?” Nia questions, Y/N only smiles recognising the emotions playing across both their features.

“A gift from Moonmy.” Bucky explains as they head inside.

“Peter, this is Nia, Nia this is Peter. He’s from New York City.” Y/N introduces.

“Your favourite city.” Peter vocalises her thoughts.

“Yes…” Nia looks at Loki.

“You deserve to be happy Nia.” Bucky says holding his hand out to Y/N, “The patio is very cosy this time of night.”

Y/N takes her mate’s hand and enters the home, the three of them allow the young warlock and vampire to have moments alone.

Peter blushes, scratching the back of his neck, his rings gleam in the soft light.

“Do all warlocks wear rings?” Nia walks closer.

“It is part of our aesthetic.” Peter chuckles.

“Cute.”

“You’re cute.”

Peter raises a brow, “Cute? I can change that.”

“Change what?”

“Your thoughts that they're cute.”

“How so?” Nia raises a brow.

Peter smirks, “The way you want to change my thinking that you are cute.”

Nia rolls her eyes, but leads him towards the patio.

Three and A Half Years Later

Y/N opens her eyes, her mates are near. She can tell from their amplified scents alone. Sitting up, her gaze falls to her hands. There is a small crescent on her right wrist. Her eyes move to Bucky; he stands at the door with Loki.

He holds up his wrist, his mark now missing but placed onto her.

“Baby vampire and baby witch.” Loki explains, handing her the bottle of blood. She drinks it eagerly, the snow outside picks up. Then more till her hunger satiates, the bonds thrum stronger.

The house withstands the storm better after the renovation. Bucky admires the mark on her wrist, he would give her initiation she deserves, the patience, the care. He would do everything for her and they have all the time to hone her skills.

Her eyes move to the ottoman, the small pillow on it, her gaze narrows. Urging for it to levitate, it does.

“I get a do over?” Her focus breaks and her mates move to her, smiling as they cup her cheek and run their fingers through her hair.

“You’re going to get the initiation you deserve, Poetess.” Bucky assures.

“Also having vampire sex with a High Priest is very scandalous.” Loki playfully adds, Y/N giggles as Bucky rolls his eyes.

“You enjoy every moment.”

“True, I do.”

“So what would you like to do first, Witchling?” Loki gestures to the door.

“The two of you?” Her eyes grow dark and the red rims surround her irises.

Her two mates follow suit, to the first night of forever.

A.N: thank you for sticking around💖

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hey, all! i'm really excited to see everyone’s take on the supernatural trope & the plots that will come with it!! i’m last year in uni currently so i get quite busy during the weekdays but i can always be found on discord/twt (ask for either!) and here, though i’ve the preference for the first two! i had the hardest time choosing between bringing a witch or a vampire to the group, but i've settled with the former; you can view my boy’s stats here, and more trivia + plots underneath the cut. happy writing!

song junha. 2000. nobody expects him to sound like #that when he speaks.

sun in scorpio, moon in pisces, scorpio rising for my astrology girlies

born a witch — or a warlock, however you’d prefer. his magic is inherently nonviolent, being able to do all of the witch-y stuff that comes with the status, and also having the gift of healing & resurgence. from the two, the latter is reserved to just smaller animals and greenery; he can’t bring a dead person back to life, nor can he turn a vampire back into a human. also kinda shortening his own life by doing it but the dude is NOT aware … rip

with a little of research and a little of magic razzle dazzle, he’s basically lied to his parents two years ago that he’s attending uni on jeju; in truth, he’s here to learn more about magic and his own abilities, even if he’s a lone wolf witch and hasn’t joined a coven — out of own ignorance and lack of knowledge that a coven could actually benefit him. he also just vibes with jeju

works as a bartender at [insert cafe name here] and, whilst the manager isn’t looking, also sells charms, potions, herbs, etcetera to those who want to pay. it’s an extra way to earn money so look the other way

probably learned english by listening to nirvana. i cannot confirm or deny .

vegan and has been one since 16!

he has a black cat he calls mouse! but he feeds many animals that come by the ground floor apartment he lives in so the actual count of pets is much bigger

if you see him talking to himself — he’s actually speaking with a near-by animal; being able to understand their speech. by the way, eavesdropping is so rude? and yeah, he gossips with animals. they all know your deepest secrets uve confessed to him!

the type to read a book while working the closing shift. except there are brooms around him seemingly moving on their own. and yes, junha will tell you you’re definitely drunk and imagining things, even though you haven’t touched the alcohol entire evening. uses magic for a lot of everyday tasks that ... really don't require it

as far as his personality goes, he’s a little mysterious, loves innocent mischief (oxymoron?), vulpine; a bit of a cat himself. while he’s not easily trusting of others, especially other non-human entities, he tries approaching everyone with the same neutrality. i’m not very poetic but i’d describe him as fleeting, haze-y, spontaneous individual, alike a breeze in early days of summer. however, if wronged, junha can become very spiteful, doesn't fear hexing people and will do it (threatening)

#1 anti-romantic. absolutely refuses to brew love potions !!!!

as far as the conflict on the island goes, he’s very much neutral, which is almost selfish too; if you don’t hurt him, he won’t hurt you type of an ordeal. or at least, it’s how he’s felt initially — with each passing day and them growing stronger and more evident, he is questioning his stance regarding it; and what it means for him and... how should he act, if it comes down to it

some plots, which may not be the best, but at least they’re there,

he’s a bartender, so from this, any kind of a plot can happen! maybe your character is someone who keeps coming right before closing hours, or they’re looking for a shoulder to lean on, want to buy witchy stuff, etcetera

frenemies ♥

he’s trying to lift another witch’s curse off of someone, without realizing he’s dealing with a hex from someone far more powerful than him. without realizing when he’s standing in that witch’s vicinity, either

maybe one of the animals that he tends to isn’t really all that innocent and it’s actually a gumiho, or the wolf that keeps howling in the night and junha keeps leaving it water is actually a werewolf :’)

fae fae fae he’d love (ha!) their tricks and mischief :’) he’d try to learn something from them too,,,

(megamind meme) covenless? try to recruit him . persuade him . offer him vegan cookies for the dark side

i’d actually love of a vampire to bug him so if anyone’s got one that’s not pure evil that would kill him…

someone to make him believe in love, platonic or romantic

anything else,,, he can befall into the slice of life plots and something more scary / supernatural so im all ears if YOU have ideas (that are def better than these djsiadjsia)

#wd.intro #[ hai hai.. this post is queued as i'm (snore) mimi right now... be damned timezones!!#[ ill read everyone's intros and tend to messages when i wake up!!! sorry </3

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“That is quite the tale,” he said, whistling low, “and remind me to attend more sermons so as not to attract the wrath of The Watcher. But how did thee find the stone in the first place?” “The tale along with the whereabouts of the stone have been passed down to the women of my family for generations. Queen Ebris was an avid hunter and would take Cassandra with her on excursions into the wood, that is how they stumbled upon the stone in the first place. On a hunch that that is where Cassandra would go with the prince, the queen made for the forest and eventually found the lifeless bodies of both the prince and her daughter before the glowing stone. Ever since then, the forest and the stone have become a refuge and somewhere to find solace for the women of my family who possess the gift. As a child, my mother would take me to that very spot where I would watch her commune with the oracle. ‘Tis a place of wonderment to me, always has been.” “And this gift, is it something thou also possess?” She could feel him tense around her and saw a flash of uneasiness cross his features.

All too quickly she answered him, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “Me? Hardly,” she lied, trying to maintain eye contact with him but finding it difficult. “The only power granted to me is from the Crown. And before thee ask, there has been nay any witch or warlock since the eradication my grandfather so ruthlessly campaigned for. Any who claim to have abilities such as Cassandra are… deceivers.” The word hung in the air, and she was sure he could see right through her deception, but he simply nodded and seemed to look past her for a moment, his mind far away. Chewing on her bottom lip, she watched as he broke free from his reverie and returned his gaze back to her. “Oh, I think Her Highness sells herself short. I have seen firsthand how just a glance from thee entrances and bewitches all those around. Thou are fascinating, the rarest sort of diamond among a bed of stone. The glow thou emanate rivals that of the fullest moon and shines brighter and more intensely than any star. Like a moth to a flame, I am drawn to thee, and I confess, if I must burn to bask in thy light for even just a fleeting moment, I will gladly withstand the pain. Andraste, what thou do to me; I know not how or why, but no one else has touched me so deep inside. Dammit, I—”

The words died on his lips as he crashed them against hers, his kiss urgent and full of want, of need. Mind unraveling, all senses fading except the feel of his mouth on hers, she responded with the same intensity, a soft moan escaping her as they met again and again in a rushed pace. Parting her mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss, she darted her tongue across his bottom lip before sliding it against his own, eliciting from him a low deep groan. Forcefully pressing her to his body, he pulled away long enough to pepper kisses along her jaw and down the slope of her neck, stopping at her pulse point where he nipped at the soft skin before placing a hungry kiss there. “Merek…,” she sighed his name, chin pointed upward to allow him easier access, lips swollen and tender and aching for him to capture them once more, which he did with abandon.

“Andraste,” he said between kisses, the pace of which he slowed down slightly as if he were savoring the way she tasted, “I will do anything; thou need only ask.” Drunk on his touch and rapidly losing hold of reality, she started to tell him her innermost desire when a voice shattered the moment and the stillness of the courtyard. Suddenly remembering where they were, she pulled back and pressing her forehead to his, raised a finger and held it against his lips, silencing him before he could give away their position. “—spend all night searching for Her Majesty. Did thou see the way that servant girl was eyeing me, giggling at my every word? I just may have a chance this time.” “So, make haste then,” another voice said, this time closer than the last one, “and help me search the courtyard. Lady Lisette said she thought she saw Her Highness go sprinting in that direction for whatever reason.” “She is a woman; who knows what possesses them to do anything? Wait, did thou hear something?”

“Sprinting?” Merek whispered against her finger, a mischievous glint in his eye as he flashed her a smug, all-knowing smirk, clearly pleased to hear how she had hurried to meet him. Biting her lip, she shrugged her shoulders bashfully before pulling him from eyesight of one of the archways to a dimly lit area of the courtyard. “I regret nothing,” she said softly but with urgency, “but as much as I am loathe to say this, thou must make scarce, for they cannot find us together.” Watching the hesitation on his face as if he were internally struggling with obeying her command or defying it, she pressed her lips against his once more before whispering. “Please, Merek. I need to be able to see thou again. Do not make me beg.” “Oh, I plan to,” he whispered back against the shell of her ear, his hand traveling down the length of her torso to stop at her hip where he squeezed, “but later and with much less fabric covering your body. Meet me tomorrow at the Black Lotus Inn at sundown. Thou hast shown me thy world and I wish to show thee mine.”

“Nothing shall stop me,” she said, inhaling sharply at the feel of him kissing the skin where her jaw met to her neck, suppressing a moan. “This time it shall be I who waits with bated breath. Until then, Your Highness,” he said, winking at her before sweeping backward into a bow, a hand covering his heart, and disappearing into the night. Instantly feeling the loss of him, she sighed and, turning on her heel, walked back to the moonlit archway just as the two guards walked under it into the courtyard. “Your Highness, pardon the interruption,” the taller of the two men said, his brows knitting together as he took her and the empty courtyard in, “but we were bidden by Knight Commander Dionysus with haste to find thou and well, we heard voices coming from here.” Seeing the confusion on his face and the other guard flitting their eyes around as if they were looking for someone, she cleared her throat and crossing her arms in front of her, tilted her head at them, murmuring under her breath about how they knew not what they were truly interrupting.

“Your Majesty?” “Aye, what you heard was me… praying to The Watcher. We must have all his blessings if things are to go smoothly with Cantrenia after all.” “But we heard two voices,” the shorter guard said, narrowing his eyes at her until his companion nudged him in the ribs. “What thou think thee may have heard and what is reality are clearly two different things then,” she said, her tone strained with irritation. “Do thou see another soul amongst us? Nay. Now, tell me what is so urgent I must be called away from my solitude? Did the children start throwing cake? I know Dionysus is mischievous at times but really, to teach them that. We shall never get it out of the drapes.” Sharing a confused look between themselves, one of the knights cleared his throat as he shook his head.

“While I have no doubt the Knight Commander has a… jovial side to himself, we were nay bidden to find thee for that reason or for the children. Your Highness, the emissary from Cantrenia has arrived and is requesting to speak with thou at once.” “Aye, the Knight Commander is distracting him as we speak. Such a rude little man, that one.” “Demanding,” the other guard said to the agreeance of his companion. “And pompous!” “Enough! He was not supposed to arrive for two more days’ time and the hour is very late.” “My apologies, Your Highness, but he is here now and waiting for an audience.” Shrugging at her, both knights uneasily shifted in their armor. Sighing heavily, the promise she had just made to Merek replaying in her mind, she nodded at the two men. “Very well, show me to this… rude, demanding pompous ass. If ‘tis an audience he wants, ‘tis an audience he shall receive.”

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