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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 6 months

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this is halloween || I.N. x reader

Summary: Working in a bar on Halloween sucks. What doesn't suck is your coworker Jeongin being shirtless in the name of it being a sexy costume (unless your boss made him do it, in which case you're prepared to murder him).

Word count: 3.7k

Genres: friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers

Warnings & Tags: mostly fluff, slightly heavy make-out session, mentions of customers being inappropriate with Jeongin.

A/N: hiiiii, welcome back on my blog! I hope everyone's doing good ^-^ I've written four small one-shots for Stray Kids' maknae line for Halloween (and the plan for now is to write four small one shots for the hyung line for Christmas/New Year's). Here is the first one, and I hope you'll enjoy them!

Seungmin · Felix

Working on Halloween night was rarely, if ever, a good experience, if you were in the service industry. You didn’t remember enjoying it even once since you’d started working, taking jobs wherever and whenever you could. It was easy to get hired for Halloween, and on crazy nights like that, tips always flowed in, but it was made barely worth it by the insanity you’d have to endure. The crowds, the noise, even the drunken people, all that, you could handle, but Halloween seemed to bring out the worst in people — or the worse of people, you couldn’t say for sure.

For fuck’s sake, a guy thinking he was a vampire had bitten you one time.

You couldn’t say you’d been surprised when the bar you’d been working at for close to a year had informed the employees that they were expected to wear costumes for the night. Up all night was always somewhat gothic-themed, after all. Plus, they weren’t asking for much. You’d merely been given a red headband with little demon horns on it and a note urging you to ‘dress sexy’. It had made you roll your eyes, and you had decided to only half humor the direction. After all, you’d be standing behind the bar for the night and you didn’t see a point in making too much of an effort.

When you’d gotten there, you had immediately known that had been the right decision. There were much bigger fishes to fry than your outfit, and neither your colleagues nor the manager paid you much attention. You were kept busy from the moment you set foot in the building to the opening, with not a minute to yourself. You only remembered to put the headband on as the very first clients stepped in through the doors.

After that, it was just an endless stream of people trying to get your attention and something to drink.

It was around midnight when you took your break.

Fifteen minutes, that was all you’d get — it meant both nothing and the world to you.

It’s as you’re sitting outside, quietly sipping on coffee that you need both to keep yourself sharp and to warm yourself up on this cold October night, that you’re joined by Jeongin.

You like Jeongin. A few years younger than you, he also joined a couple of months after you did. He’s sweet, hardworking, creative, and, as you find out tonight, has abs for days.

“What are you wearing,” is what comes out of your mouth when he walks towards you, even though your question should be ‘what are you not wearing’.

Jeongin glances down at his body like he forgot, then lets out a sigh as he, too, realizes that he’s very much shirtless — save for the suspenders that half cover dark nipples. You… take him in a little longer than you’d be comfortable admitting. Your eyes go from his large shoulders to the rock hard pectorals, to the well-defined abs that inevitably lead to the happy trail that disappears into his pants. Suddenly, you’re strongly aware of how close in age you are to him, even though you like to joke about how he needs to be taken care of.

He lets himself fall down next to you and the pout he gives you allows you to at least try to cling to that illusion a while longer.

“They asked me to,” he says. “Told me I’d be a sexy demon.”

Immediately, your spider-sense starts tingling. If there’s one thing you won’t sit for in silence, it’s one of your friends and fellow employee getting taken advantage of.

“Wait, did they force you?” you ask, brow suddenly furrowing. “Did they— insist or say something about your job? Because unless we signed very different contracts, I doubt that was in the job description.”

Jeongin’s eyes go wide.

He’s pretty. Shit, he’s really pretty, and he’s sitting so close to you that you can feel his body heat. It’s cold outside, but it was ridiculously hot in the bar, as is made obvious by the discreet sheen of sweat on his body.

“No, they, uh, they didn’t do that,” he says, sounding very sheepish now. “They just— asked.”

You click your tongue. They’d have to have known that he wouldn’t know better.

“I’ll talk to them. You shouldn’t have to dress in a way that makes you uncomfortable.” You gesture at yourself. “See, I’m wearing the stupid headband, but I’m not going to go out of my way unless they start paying me a lot better.”

Jeongin’s eyes follow the movement of your hand, and you feel very naked under his gaze as he takes in your body. Hm, you kinda wish you’d bothered to dress at least just a teensy bit sexier now. Then he looks at you again. Swallows.

“I think you look good,” he says. Then he smiles, and it’s such a sweet sight, cute dimples forming in his cheeks. Takes your breath away for sure. If it sounded more suggestive, you might be led to thinking that he’s flirting with you. It just seems genuine right now, though. Plus, now that you’re looking at him, you’re pretty sure he’s got at least three phone numbers written on his arms. The thought makes you wrinkle your nose in distaste. People tend to forget boundaries, when they’re wasted.

“I really need to get a word with Jin-Young,” you mumble through your teeth. A glance at your watch; your break is almost over and you don’t want to fuck your coworkers over, so you push yourself to your feet. You pat Jeongin’s shoulder, stopping yourself from lingering to feel the muscles under your fingers. Last thing he needs is yet another person disregarding his personal space. “You can throw something on, I’ll take care of it.”

He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again.

“Oh, uh, it’s fine, you don’t have to do that—”

For a second, you hesitate.

“You don’t mind? Has no one been… gross?”

You openly eye the phone numbers, and Jeongin glances down like he’s seeing them for the first time.

“People are just having fun.” He shrugs, but avoids your eyes.

If the blind, white-hot rage that goes through you at his reaction is any indication of the conversation that’s going to unfold real soon, you might very well lose your job tonight.

“I’ll be back in a second,” you tell him. Again, he says something about how you ‘don’t have to’, but this time you ignore him.

Jin-Young’s in his office, hiding behind mountains of paperwork and muttering numbers to himself as he’s making sense of the receipts that he’s lined up in front of him. The thin pieces of papers jump when you slam your hands on the desk.

“What did you tell Jeongin about his costume?”

After first looking at the papers in complete disarray, like he thinks they moved out of their own volition, he slowly raises his towards you. You’d have sympathy for how lost he looks — Halloween’s hard on everyone in the industry, like you mentioned — if you weren’t so pissed right now.

“To dress sexy,” he says after some long seconds. “Like everyone else. Why? Did he not put any effort into it? Are you jealous about that?”

While you are vaguely flattered that people appear to think you look sexy in your bare minimum effort, that is not the matter at hand right now.

“He’s shirtless,” you say. “Who told him he needed to be shirtless?”

Finally, some light appears in the man’s eyes.

“Aah, that’s right! He asked what I meant by sexy, and that was one of the examples.”

“You pushed him to it,” you say through gritted teeth.

The accusation doesn’t faze Jin-Young whatsoever.

“I didn’t have to. He seemed quite excited about it, if you want my opinion.”

You don’t, typically, but that does throw you off.

“He seemed quite uncomfortable with it,” you say slowly, but it sounds more hesitant now. Jin-Young’s many things, and one of these things is a terrible liar.

“Well, what did you tell him?”

Wait a minute, is this your fault now?

“Nothing! Just asked what he was, you know, wearing. It— it caught me off guard.”

Jin-Young raises an eyebrow at you, and you defensively fold your arms over your chest.

“You know,” he says, trying to be coy and failing miserably as he leans over his desk, “I wonder why he liked the idea of doing it shirtless. It’s not like he doesn’t get attention when he’s dressed normally. Hm, it’s such a mystery. I guess we’ll never know.”

“Are you implying that it was because of me?” You can’t keep the skepticism out of your voice for the life of you.

“Oh, I wonder. Am I now?”

One thing you’re not going to do is talk about your love life with your boss, so you roll your eyes at him — he won’t fire you until the next day, and even that he’s unlikely to do — and walk out, saying something about needing to get back to work, which isn’t wrong.

In going back to the bar, you run face first into Jeongin’s smooth, hard chest, which is truly the cherry on top of everything that just happened. Strong hands grab onto your arms, stopping you from stumbling back, and concerned eyes plunge into yours, so deep you could drown in them.

“Shit, I’m sorry, are you okay?”

Great. You’re doing great.

“I’m fine,” you reply, squeakier than you’d like, “just need to get back to work.”

“What did Jin-Young say?”

That gives you a second of pause. You can’t just ask him flat-out in the middle of a shift on one of the busiest nights of the year if he likes you or not. You’re not wired that way.

“That he doesn’t see any issue if you’re not uncomfortable,” you answer instead of telling the truth.

Jeongin’s shoulders seem to relax, but the corners of his mouth turn down.

“Sorry, I really have to run,” you mumble, stepping out of his grasp. “If I don’t, Jihyo’s going to get crushed under all the customers. But I’ll— see you after my shift, okay?”

A spark of interest lights back up in his eyes. It’s quite silly, how happy and relieved it makes you all of a sudden. If, somehow, Jin-Young is right, and infuriatingly he often is, you’d hate to think that it was your comment that upset him. Which is why you allow yourself to tell him “Plus, it does look great on you”.

You do, then, turn on your heels and walk away like a coward before his jaw has even finished dropping.

The rest of the night is a blur, much like the first part. You do remember Jihyo glaring at you when you finally come back — you deserved that — and your legs and splitting headache very much remember that the customers did not let up once, but you don’t think you could give a single order you took that night.

Well, that’s a lie. You served far, far too many Bloody Maries, to the point where you ran out of tomato juice.

Still, your mind had mostly been trying to make sense of the various complicated thoughts that were swirling in your head all night. You had never allowed yourself to linger on the thought of Jeongin for too long. Of course you liked him, there was nothing to dislike about him. It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t had moments.

New year’s day, the year before, when you’d known him for less than a week and he’d blushed terribly, refusing to meet your eyes, when the two of you found yourself under the mistletoe. Valentine’s Day, when you had covered for him as he was helping one of his friends who was in a crisis with his girlfriend at the time, and he’d gotten you roses the next day as a thank you. They’d come at a discount because it was the day after, he’d promised you.

Then, for your birthday, him and a few of your other colleagues had gotten you a cute necklace that he had told you, very smugly, that he’d picked out himself. He had an eye for these things, because as he tied it around your neck for you, you’d just fallen in love with it. He hadn’t been there for most of the summer though, and you had mostly written off the whole thing. The two of you didn’t see each other outside of work, and sometimes you lost touch with people, when you were a broke college student too busy trying to make ends meet to go out.

He’d come back in September, though, all tan and glowing and, okay, maybe your heart had given a little jump in your chest, but so what? Yes, Jeongin was hot. Big news. Maybe seeing him after two months meant that you weren’t that used to it anymore and that was why it got to you. But the tan had vanished as autumn set in more firmly, and your heart still insisted on doing that silly little thing sometimes when you laid eyes on him, or when he approached the bar with that wide, dimply smile of his.

It’s doing it tonight, as traitorous as ever, when you catch a glimpse of him in the very full room, still completely shirtless. Watching him isn’t helping with your conundrum though. You don’t have time to do it either way, but there are constantly women flirting with him, their whole body leaning towards him, and while you don’t blame them, not for a second, you can’t see what he’d have seen in you when he so clearly has his pick among all of them.

You’re not— you don’t lack confidence in yourself. You get hit on while on the job often enough that there’s no risk of that happening. You just haven’t had that much luck in the heart department. A guy like Jeongin, who’s hot, yes, but is even more importantly such a sweetheart, that’s… kind of unheard of, for you. Then, even if you do accept this premise, which you do very much question, for the record, there’s the fact that you work together, and if things go south, it could mean you would have to quit. You’ve been there before.

That’s if Jeongin even likes you. Jin-Young could have been wrong. You could be neck deep in delusion right now. You could be setting yourself up for the most crushing development of your life, because the more you’re allowing to think about it, the more your heart soars, and the less you can hide the ugly truth of your ridiculous crush on him.

Ugh. You’re going to kill your boss — that’s the most logical way out of this situation.

When you take your leave at 4 am, the bar is still bustling with life. It’ll be open all night, closing shortly before reopening at noon, but that is someone else’s problem. At least you can thank the past you for wearing flats despite the whole ‘dress sexy’ thing, because you’d be dead by now.

Jeongin’s putting a shirt on when you walk into the changing room, something that you find tragic but that’s probably for the best if you’re hoping to have a productive conversation.

“Got more numbers?” you ask, noting the doodling on his arms.

“I had to confiscate some people’s markers,” is what he sighs in reply.

“Maybe I should have gone harder on Jin-Young,” you mumble, anger filling you again at the thought. “But he said it was your idea to wear that, uh, costume, so I didn’t want to interfere, you know?”

Jeongin’s eyes turn into disks and it’s only then that you find yourself giving some credibility to what Jin-Young told you. Find yourself thinking that maybe, maybe?

“He… gave me the idea,” he says, slowly, eyes darting from the floor to the ceiling lights to the door on the other side of the room like he’s going to make a run for it.

“But among others, right?”

You’re doing everything you can to keep your tone light, turning your back towards him as you get your stuff from the locker, hoping that it makes your question sound casual and not like you’re fishing for information. Gosh, now you understand why kids slide across these little ‘do you like me? yes/no’ notes. This feels so silly. You’re a grown-up, you shouldn’t be dancing around the subject like that.

“Yes but that one was… Uh… Really low-effort.”

Right.

“He made it sound like he thought you were wearing it for someone in particular,” you say like you’d comment on the weather as you finish collecting yourself and turn to face him.

He’s still sitting there, frozen like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as saucers, staring, pleading for help. Your heart’s hammering in your chest. One of you is going to have to take the first step, and it’s the vulnerability of that step that terrifies you. You could have gotten it wrong. He could just be scared that you uncovered his crush on Jihyo, or Jeongyeon, or even on Changbin, for all you know.

Still, you’ll take the plunge. You glance at your nails like they’re a fascinating sight.

“I know I told you already, but I thought you looked great.”

He lowers his gaze immediately. It’s still not quick enough to stop you from seeing the wide grin that forms on his lips.

“Thanks,” he mumbles. It’s all… unhelpful. Could mean anything, and you’re all out of courage now. Then he looks up at you through black locks of hair, and you have to strain to hear what he says. “He was right.”

You blink.

“Who was?”

“I did wear it for you. Jin-Young told you, right?”

Regaining the control of your jaw after he just dropped that on you is way harder than it seems.

“Uh, yeah, yeah he did, what—”

“He just can’t keep his mouth shut.” Jeongin clicks his tongue as he gets up from the bench he was on, grabbing his bag as he does so. “But don’t worry about it, I won’t bother you.”

What?

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” he grimaces, looking away once more. “It’s fine if you weren’t, um, into it.”

“No, I— I just told you.” Your mind flashes back to your first exclamation, and you’re not sure how to take it back or explain exactly what was on your mind without stuttering and making a fool out of yourself, again. “It caught me off-guard,” you explain slowly. “But I was very into it.”

Jeongin’s eyes are still wide, but they’re not filled with fear or surprise anymore. He takes a step towards you as you lean against your locker. You pray high and low that this is going where you think it’s going. As he gets closer and the air grows thicker between you, he seems to be searching for something in your expression that would tell him that he’s gotten the wrong idea, that he should step back. He still hasn’t found it by the time his body brushes against yours, and so he takes the next logical step.

His eyes close as he leans towards you, and you’re smiling when his lips meet yours. He kisses you slow and delicate, intent on savoring every second of it. One of his hands gently lifts your chin to get better access to you, the other coming down to grab your waist, and you arch yourself into him without thinking. The moment’s soft and sweet.

Then he gets even closer, and you wrap your arms around his neck, entangling one of your hands in his hair, and it turns a little less sweet. He goes from carefully tasting you to devouring you, pulling away from you briefly catch his breath before diving back in, his hips pushing you against the locker. Shamelessly, you allow one of your hands to come down to feel the muscles of his chest. He grins at that, nipping playfully at your lower lip, but that doesn’t mean you miss the shiver that runs through him then.

He grabs your hand before you get any lower though, and takes ahold of the other one before you can try anything else on that front, and easily pins them both over your head with just one of his. Then he keeps kissing you, long fingers running over your body oh so sinfully, without ever lingering too long. He takes his sweet time exploring you, and it’s only after a particularly suggestive movement of your hips that tears a moan from his lips, that he lets go of you, stepping away with a crimson blush marring his cheekbones.

“Sorry, I, uh, I might have gotten a little carried away.”

There he goes, not meeting your eyes, again, even after he just kissed the hell out of you.

“I was very into it too,” you hear yourself replying, and he chokes at that. You can’t help the brief laughter that spills from your lips. Cute.

“S-so, just so we’re clear, I’m not— I’d love to take you out. On a date.” He’s back again with the pleading look. “It’s not— it’s not just a physical thing.”

“That’s good,” you smile, leaning towards him in a suggestive manner. It’s just too easy to tease him. “I’d really like it if you took me out on a date.”

He frowns.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t ever be able to do my job again and I’ll get fired.”

Again, you laugh. It just comes easy to you when you’re with Jeongin.

“Let’s see if you don’t get tired of me after one date before we start talking about you getting fired, hm?”

“That’s not going to happen,” he says, sounding far more confident than he has about anything else he’s said that whole evening, and wouldn’t you know it, there are butterfly swimming in your stomach now.

“How do you know?”

He leans in for another kiss.

“I just do.”

this might not make much sense and i'm sorry if it doesn't but i was just so happy to be writing again after such a long time :)))

i hope you all liked it and feedback in any form is always greatly appreciated!

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carolmunson · 10 months

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eddie munson x fem!reader | steve harrington x fem!reader

COMING SOON TO THEATERS. A FANFICTION ADAPTION OF ACADEMY AWARD WINNING FILM 'TITANIC' WRITTEN BY:

@loveshotzz @newlips and @carolmunson

ORIGINAL SCREEN PLAY + FILM WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY JAMES CAMERON. ALL OF THOSE ICONIC SCENES AND LINES ARE, OF COURSE, CREDITED TO WHOM CREDIT IS DUE: JAMES CAMERON

PREVIEW:

Wednesday, April 10th, 1912 Southampton, London

The blare of the fog horn is unmissable, rattling the conversations in a small pub off the White Star Dock. Even through the dusty windows she was clear as day, big as anything anyone had ever seen. Large black body met with a red base, multiple decks, and four large smoke stacks. The ship seemed to go on forever, her beauty unmatched to anyone who had seen it – a behemoth on the seas. A glory – a masterpiece.

The doors of the pub fluttered open and closed all morning as it edged closer and closer to noon. Pints poured by the dozens, the hundreds – half the country coming to the piers to see off the Ship of Dreams and its passengers. The bar was alight with chatter, mixing in with the roar of people from outside — hundreds of people halfway to boarding, waving and kissing goodbye. Beer glasses clinked and people cheered while they watched a long line of high end cars gleam in the spring sun as they rolled down the dock. Precious cargo full of Europe and America’s elite.

Reporters and bellhops alike flock to them like flies, pub patrons ogling through the dusty windows while they exit their buggies.

Among the commotion, the endless chatter and screeching of pub seats, sat four men oblivious to the spectacle. They’re sitting around a small table with sweat on their brows as the April sun pours golden over them. Eyes burning over their cards as cigarette smoke wafts over their heads — the players lost in the fog during an intense round of poker.

The pot was mostly meager — a few pounds and swaths of change, a pocket watch, a penknife. But in the center was the crown jewel, a prize that would change the winner’s life forever. Two pieces of pressed parchment reading:

The men leer over their hands, not a friendly face between them — the tickets were not the dealer’s, but two of the players who had bet the wrong guys. Guys who had been beyond the break and back again, meeting in Morocco, then Paris, and traveling together back to London — guys who had never lost a game of poker.

Eddie places his bet, pulling a small silver ring off of his right ring finger and tossing it in the center.

“Are you kidding?” Jeff asks from his left, “That’s everything we have.”

Eddie grins at him, taking a drag of his cigarette. The sun dances in his big brown eyes like he knows something the rest of them don’t, “When you got nothin’, you got nothin’ to lose.”

The two other players speak to each other heatedly in Swedish after one of them hits for a new card. The outburst makes it clear that things aren’t looking good for the Swedes — it makes Eddie’s heart leap. Maybe this is it, maybe he’s finally gonna get back to the states. “Sven?” he asks the man next to him. “Hit,” he replies, putting down a card and taking another. Eddie follows suit, furrowing his brow while his bangs meet his eyelashes. Sweat collects on the nape of his neck where his dark curls are twisted up in a graphite drawing pencil – a trick he picked up from women he met in France. He puffs the smoke from his mouth, eyes meeting the Swede across from him who looks like he couldn’t be having a worse day.

“Alright,” he says, putting his cigarette down on the ashtray between then, “Moment of truth. Somebody’s life’s about to change.”

He leans back in his chair and looks at his friend, sweat beading at the edge of his hairline and glinting off of his deep skin, “Jefferey?”

Jeff throws his cards down with a roll of his eyes. “Nothing,” Eddie nods.

“Nothing,” Jeff says curtly through a grit in his teeth. His heart pounds in his chest while he looks at the last of their money on the table – they can’t afford to lose.

“Olaf?” Eddie asks, the Swede throws down his cards in a huff, “Nothin’.”

“Sven?”

Sven puts down his cards and Eddie frowns, “Oh…two pair.”

His shoulders droop while he looks at his own cards, eyes lingering on the silver ring in the middle of the table, “I’m sorry, Jeff.”

“What do you mean ‘sorry’?” You idiot! You bet all of our bloody money! You imbecile, you–”

“I’m sorry, you’re not going to be able to visit your cousins in Paris again for a long time,” Eddie says with a serious edge. Jeff quirks his brow, triggering Eddie’s winning smile behind plush pink lips.

“‘Cause we’re goin’ to America!” he exclaims, slamming his cards down on the table, “FULL HOUSE, BOYS!”

Jeff leaps from his chair in the back of the pub, reaching for the tickets on the on the table, “WE’RE GOIN’ TO BACK TO AMERICA!”

“I’m goin’ home!” Ed exclaims while the boys hug tightly. The pub cheers for them, pints still flowing — men and women with red cheeks having no idea what they’re cheering for until a fight breaks out between the Swedes.

Eddie laughs, hoisting his bag up over his shoulder and Jeff does the same — their white shirts dirtied with the stains of the day before.

“I can’t believe it,” Jeff says, teeth shining in a grin across his face, “Goin’ back to America!”

“Titanic’s going back to America, boys,” the barkeep says, pointing at the clock, “In five minutes!”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #titanic au #stranger things au #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x reader #steve x reader

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 4 months

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Mother dearest | Xavier Thorpe x Addams!Reader

Advent calendar day four: Winter Solstice

Summary: Xavier spends winter break at the Addams manor and celebrates Winter Solstice for the first time. When night comes, the two of you take advantage of the timing to conduct a séance and call someone special

I got most of my Winter Solstice and Yule knowledge from the Chilling adventures of Sabrina…and picked some other lore around the internet/from the Krampus movie. I apologize if some things are wrong, please don’t come at me

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Snow was falling outside the living room window as you helped your mother decorating the tree, dusting the Addams manor’s property ground with a light coat of white. It was pretty to look at, but all winter reminded you of was the frostbites you got on your hands as a child.

‘’We're delighted to have you with us for the Winter Solstice, Xavier,’’ Granny Frump said, a little too fond of your boyfriend.

It was very kind of your parents to invite Xavier over for winter break. His father was too busy to take some time from his schedule to spend time with his son, which would have left him spending the holidays alone at the academy.

‘’Faustine would be so proud of the young man you became. She was a psychic too. Predicted many famous deaths…even her own!’’

Xavier smiled at the gray haired woman, uncertain how to respond. His memories of his godmother were hazy, having only seen her three times in his life — one of them being in her casket at her funeral.

‘’Children, Mother, gather here,’’ your mother invited after you placed the last ornament, saving Xavier from an endless uncomfortable conversation with Granny Frump. ‘’It’s time to light the yule log.’’

Your father brought a box of matches and handed them to your mother as Pugsley and Wednesday came down the stairs, joining you all before the fireplace.

‘’Have you ever celebrated the Winter Solstice, Xavier?’’ Morticia asked, a box of matches in hand.

He shook his head. Holidays were not really a thing at home. ‘’No, Mrs. Addams.’’

Your mother lit the match with a crack, and as the flame flickered, she elaborated on the basics of winter solstice and significance of the Yule log. ‘’Remember, the Yule log is not a decoration. It’s a protection. It must burn continuously from now through the shortest day through the longest night until dawn. Otherwise, Satan knows what malevolent forces might come down our chimney.’’

‘’Like Krampus!’’ Pugsley interjected, a shiver of terror crossing his face.

You and Wednesday had read him the tale of Krampus a few years ago, which gave him nightmares for months. Thinking back, it hadn’t been very nice of you, but only you and Wednesday were allowed to torment Pugsley.

‘’Krampus?’’ Xavier echoed, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. He glanced at you, silently asking for an explanation, but before you could respond, your twin sister took the lead.

‘’He is a hairy creature with cloven hooves and horns like goats. His long, pointed tongue lolls out and he has fangs...to eat the children he captures on his night out. During the Winter Solstice, he walks around the streets with chains, looking for badly behaved children to tie to them and take to his den,’’ Wednesday explained, concluding her explanation with a dark toward Pugsley.

Xavier's eyes widened with a mix of curiosity and unease at Wednesday's vivid description of Krampus. ‘’Sounds like quite the character,’’ he said, trying to lighten the mood.

You wrapped a hand around his upper arm. ‘’Worry not, mon amour, if the fire is burning, he cannot come in,’’ you added in reassurance, providing a detail that Wednesday had conveniently omitted.

‘’Children, that’s enough,’’ your mother intervened, her voice cutting through the tension. She stepped closer to the fireplace and successfully ignited the Yule log, the flames casted a warm glow across the living room. ‘’And now, the Solstice blessing.’’

Once the house was quiet and asleep, Xavier met you in your bedroom. The manor’s creaking wood floors were an easy betrayal so he had to be careful to not step on the wrong floor board. If your parents knew what you were up to, they would be livid.

‘’Did you bring it?’’ you whispered in the dimly lit space.

Xavier reached through the collar of his shirt and retrieved a silver chain with a dainty ring looped through it: his mother’s ring.

During the Winter Solstice, the veil between this world and the next is at its thinnest, making it the perfect time to conduct a séance. But beware, the thinness of this veil carried its own danger, which was why it was very important to keep the Yule log burning throughout the whole séance. If the fire were to die, any malicious spirits could seize the opportunity to slip through the transient gap and come to this world, to your chimney.

You sat around the table you had prepared before Xavier’s arrival with an array of candles, a chalk-drawn pentagram and matches. ‘’You seem nervous, mon amour?’’

‘’I’m about to speak to my mother…who died seven years ago,’’ he said, his fingers fidgeting with the silver chain. ‘’This is surreal.’’

Despite your many shopping trips to Jericho, you had been unsuccessful to find something to give him. Nothing material felt right. He could buy himself anything he wanted with his father’s money. So you decided to give Xavier something that had no price to his eyes — a chance to speak to his mom again.

‘’Are you sure it's safe?’’ Xavier asked, watching you light the lasts of the candles.

‘’My mother’s side of the family has been doing this for generations, witchcraft is in our blood. I’ve been assisting my mother during her séances since I was three years old. I know what I’m doing.’’ You glanced at him over the candles. ‘’As long as Thing is keeping the Yule log burning, everything should be fine. Hand me the ring?’’

Xavier slipped the ring off the chain and placed it in the palm of your open hand, your fingers brushing against his. With care, you placed it in the middle of the table and began.

‘’Hands facing down the table, pinkies touching,’’ you instructed, closing your eyes. ‘’Focus your energy. Send it to the table. If your mother is here, she may speak herself or through me or some combination.’’

Xavier nodded although you couldn’t see him.

‘’Spirits below and above. Spirits in between, causing in the fabric betwixt worlds. We ask that the veil be lifted and you send forth the spirit of Delphine Thorpe. Delphine, you are welcome to this house, to the circle. If you’re here we ask that you make your presence known.’’

A sudden gust of wind blew into the room although no windows were open, sending a chill down your spine.

Having felt it too, Xavier looked at you, his green eyes both excited and nervous. He looked around, careful to not rupture your pinkies on the table.

A soft smile drew on your lips, the whisper of a woman’s voice echoing in your head. ‘’She said she’s here.’’

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Chaos Tulio: Superbeast

This is a Loyalty swap for Tulio. Not based off of any fan heresies a lot more work goes into those and I'm not willing to build from the ground up an alternate Horus Heresy. However all of the boys (Except Tyberos and other actual 40k characters) will be getting a Loyalty swap. There will also be a "Falling to Chaos" version for the Loyalists and (tentatively) a "Rising to Redemption" for the Traitors.

Also Psychi in this story has descriptions due to the more... graphic nature of this one to lessen any ick someone might feel about a reader insert

Word count: 3542

Tag List @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts

@liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon @sculptorofcrimson

Thank you to @squishyowl for the dividers

tw: sex ahoy, dubious consent, will also tag as noncon as well, yandere, Tulio is his own warning

Readers Discretion is Advised

The traitor realm of Ultramar was the largest holding of traitors outside of the eye of terror. Controlled by the fallen Primarch Robute Guilliman; it fell overnight following the charismatic leader that was the primarch of the 13th legion. The realm was a beautiful hell... a hell where they knew exactly how much worth you had in you the moment you were brought into their clutches. For a thing of Chaos... even the Chaos was calculated and planned for... for the Primarch hated surprises.

Tyranids were a surprise that the Lord of Ultramar despised and thus he dedicated several thousand of his sons to dealing with it and the profane rituals to insure that they could protect the realm of Ultramar. Profane rituals blessed these sons of Ultramar as to defeat their seemingly endless xenos foe... they chose to become like their foes. To become the beasts.

Lieutenant Tulio Sydo had secured a large victory for his Primarch, at the cost of thousands of his men, a few warp drives, and his fellow Lieutenant... the Hive Fleet barreling towards Macragge was no more... the splinters of the hive fleet would be hunted down but for now he was told to recuperate... to relax... to partake in revelry... as his worship of the four was far too lopsided according to the chaplain... the youngest deserved his worship.

The room smelt of sweat and sex as concubines bodies moved against mutated flesh. The four armed and eight eyed Lieutenant was watching the depravity... they couldn't be too rough given theses were the modified concubines... surely someone's seed would take. His lounged as his digigrade legs were spread open, his cheek rested on one of his hands, another held a goblet of wine, a third resting near a weapon, and his fourth hand laced through the blonde hair of his once favorite concubine as she took his cock in her mouth. He was fused to his armor in certain locations... his thighs, the tops of his hands and arms, and from the nose up was now twisted with a large singular horn coming from his forehead.

He could smell her... his black tongue lazily swiped over his needle like teeth. His eyes closer to the back of his head could watch her... his Psychoula. Comparing her to the concubines they looked far prettier... healthier... with a glow to their skin. His eyes darted to the symbol of the Prince on his former favorite's tongue just working her best to please him. Psychi feared him... he could see it in the way tears gathered in the corners of her eyes... those plain brown things. How thin her dirty brown hair was but oh what a rich chocolate brown it could be when cleaned. He had the pleasure of seeing her look good once... once again when his favorite was failing to make him feel alive.

Slaanesh wasn't his favorite of the four... Khorne was his main patron and it was hard to drag him back to the center of worship that being so high up in his father's good graces required. So Tulio had to... excessively indulge in Slaanesh to balance out his souls humors. Yet this... neglected looking thing drove him to feel such licentiousness desires. His eyes, the ones that could see her, focused on her as he churned his hips. Hand gripping the hair tighter as he closed those still green eyes of his just picturing those sad looking brown ones looking up at him.

He grew to dislike his erstwhile concubine when she had caught sight of her, of course ignorant of his interest in the feeble little thing, and simply upturned her nose to the poor little thing. But, her mouth was a good replacement until he could get those pale lips to wrap around his own cock one day soon. Oh yes orgy first then rewards for his men as they had all chosen their desired pitiful creature to have as theirs and theirs alone and he could tell they all were watching, or trying to not watch, nervously. He sees her tense as he catches her eyes dart over and notice how he looks at her and what is going on between his legs. Tulio can't help but grin as he lets out a groan letting the whore between his legs drink it up.

"Brother Cyrus." Tulio started as he was being cleaned off. His second also appeared to be boredly watching the festivities but really Tulio knew his eyes were focused on some one armed black haired waif. Such a tiny looking frail thing... Tulio might have been tempted to lust over such a cute looking thing but his Psychi caught his eyes first.

"Yes Lieutenant?" He replied with a bored sigh.

"You want a go at this?" He gestures to the concubine in his lap who looks at him confused. Cyrus looked over clearly uninterested before Tulio purred out, "Might make sure you don't... break your little waif... if you get some of that eager passion out. Whole point of this orgy really... don't need any of my closest men sobbing about breaking their new toy."

They ignored the concubine trying to get an answer to beg for her master's affection and Tulio could have ignored her but he looked down at her boredly, "You were always on loan to me my dear. I just tend to get possessive of my things." He says grabbing her chin and pushing her lips together, "However, I'm about to get a tight new toy..." He says before brother Cyrus grabs her and drags her into a side room.

The wine ran down his throat so smoothly cleaning away the acidic feeling from gorging himself earlier. He looked at the empty goblet holding it to the side and just gently rolling his hand as he watched his timid little Psychoula come over to fill the glass. Her cheeks flushed from the debased acts and the pleasured moans... perhaps glances from the women to entice them to join in and enjoy.

"What do think about this my dear?" He trilled to her watching confusion crawl across her pretty face slowly like a body divided below the waist... refusing to die and dragging it out like intestines across the ground.

He watched her mouth open slightly a few time as her eyes darted around trying hard to look away but knowing that she had to maintain eye contact with him. "I... I... its... it's not exactly... my first choice?" She tried her best not to stutter and if it was anyone else he would be offended at the lack of respect given to him. Tulio knows he'll teach her better manners she's just not use to his divinely gifted aura yet. Few mortals could manage to not be intimidated or struck with fear the first few times meeting him.

"Oh?" He cooed to her moving to him now lounging on his side giving her his attention. The saliva clinging to his cock has dried off and he was eager to replace it with something else. One of his hands began a languid stroke, "What brings you such hesitations Psychoula?" Tulio did his best not to have a predatory grin as he could see the other rewards looking at her with pity and fear as they tried to ignore the mewling and moaning throng in the center of the room.

His eyes dilated for a moment watching her pink little tongue wet her dried and chapped lips. His eyes wandered down to the front of her stolla where the fabric revealed the tattooed symbol of the Ultramarine's on her collarbone like all slaves. "It... it looks rather violent." She just says uncomfortably, he could tell she wanted to beg to be dismissed but she was trapped.

"Oh it is. But," He pauses taking a drink, "they are modified to handle such carnal appetites. Only the prettiest things can become like them..." Tulio leans in watching her start to shake but like a good girl she doesn't move, "I think you're pretty enough to become one." He whispers into her ear pulling back to watch her stiffen with fear. Those tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she whimpers just biting on her bottom lip resisting the urge to beg for mercy.

Tulio stops playing with himself and sets his goblet down as his clawed hands grab her feeling the barest of resistance as he pulls her into his lap. This lower set of arms pulls on the low quality fabric apart causing her to start crying as everything below her waist was now revealed... he could feel how boney she was. One upper hand retrieved his gobelt... the other upper hand worked on throwing the last bits of her ruined stolla away... one lower arm was groping her ass, his cock twitching with excitement, as his other worked her breasts.

"You're so small zoi mou." He stated as her breasts were small from lack of food... lack of nutrition... oh they wouldn't do. Two of his hands rushed down and grabbed her ass with a smack causing her to yelp as he felt up the slightly boney thing, his cock leaking again with excitement at her being in his grasp and his hands felt up her body. "This won't do at all." He said tutting softly as he grabbed her chin. He loved to watch her cry... it stirred something noble feeling in his chest. She was a soft and frail thing that needed someone to protect her and he was going to be that one to do so.

"You'll fatten up soon enough and have breasts as enviable as any of the other concubines getting ravaged here." He made her look at one of the women face down on the floor with a pleasured look on her face as cum oozed down her thighs while one of the battle brothers was roughly rutting with her. She was too speechless only making whines of pleasure... he could smell the shameful arousal from Psychi... "Fat breasts for me to grope and hold," he whispers in her ear, "fattened hips for me to grab and feel my balls clap against." He turned to have her look at him, "You want to be in that position, dont you?"

He watched her shake her head and just chuckled, "I can smell you." He poked her nose like some amused child and not a being of twisted transhuman dread and the simple dread of the profane gifts he has gotten. He pushes her against his cock and she jerks in his grip.

"Please you're too big my lord please! Mercy!" She finally sobs and Tulio shivers, one of his hands gathering up his cum on some fingers.

"Hmm you're right... how about we change that." He leans her back slightly pouring the far too rich wine into her mouth. She lets out a sputtering noise as his cum covered finger pushed into her. She pushed the goblet away and coughed as the red wine stained her skin and wetting her hair as Tulio worked his finger in and out of her at a fast beat smearing just a light coating of his thick cum into her unprepared sex.

She felt her body relax and react to the way his finger moved in and out of her quickly and filled her with a thickness akin to a cock. Tulio's barbed tail twisted and coiled around itself in its own way to express its master's twisted glee. "Yes," he dulcetly crooned, "be a good girl and relax for me." A clawed hand moved over her stomach... claws gently tapping against those visible lower ribs of hers. Tulio loved the way she cried... the pitiful expression she wore just stroked something in him. Tulio felt that same sentimental twinge itch in the back of his mind... was this what loyalists felt over their charges?

He drags out a gasping moan as his index joins his middle finger. He pulls her dirty hair free of the frazzled braid and watches it spool out over the lounging chair. His eyes all focus on her... drinking in the full picture of her pleasure... his hands dance over her body. He held a memory covetously close to his wicked hearts... having seen her smile. Having seen her express a pure spark of joy even in hell. Her smile made such a frail looking creature like herself look radiant and glowing.

She whimpered under his ministrations as she writhed on the large lounging chair unable to stop squirming. Her eyes screwed shut as she was torturously close... Tulio leaned in as his long thin black tongue glided out of his mouth like some predatory beast and it moved into her... finding her clitoris... she squealed as she orgasamed and she tasted like he was expecting... unhealthily... but he wasn't a fully selfish lover... she'd taste like dark chocolate to him one day... that delightful bitter and salty combination mixed with an essence uniquely her's.

He knows she should have asked if there was anything else he needed... but his answer would have been a yes. His hooves touched the stone floor as he grabbed her by her upper arm and dragged her to another room, her legs seemingly failing her. She caught those pitying looks from the others but they would soon have to worry once the concubines were sent away with cum filled cunts. The sexual frenzy of his brothers would end soon... but he was going to indulge in his reward first.

Pressing her hands against the wall in the second room he rocks his cock against her back as he takes his time letting his eyes meander and wander over her body... again far too thin for his liking... he'd find out what fruits and sweets she'd like and help her indulge... oh he certainly was feeling the high that others got from the Prince of Pleasure. She was surly placed in his path by him to keep Tulio from giving it all to Khorne... just as the Weaver of Fate kept his mind sharp... and the loving Grandfather kept him hearty and hale... he would return to balance with his now continued indulgence of his dear Psychoula.

He tossed the empty metal goblet away as all of his hands moved over her body, two hands grabbing and squeezing her breasts on the edge of being too much for her body he could feel her try to flinch away but she was very much well trained... hardly flinching away at all. "I'll enjoy breaking you in... have you begging for my cock again."

She whimpered choosing to remain silent... Tulio clicked his tongue feeling a bit ignored. The way her eyes widened in horror as his palm talon shot out and punched a hole into the metal wall. How her body trembled against his as Tulio leaned in whispering, "I expect you to answer when I tell you something zoi mou. I'm being oh so very nice," He hissed into the shell of her ear, his hands on her breasts shifting to let his nails dig into her oh so frail flesh... "I could rip your flesh right off your body." That got a sob out of her, "Answer honestly my dear..."

He savored with sick delight as her mouth opened and closed as tears were flowing down her cheeks like rain. "Please just don't make it painful." She managed to squeak out of her without sobbing.

"Awww, zoi mou, is that what you're worried about?" He said grabbing her chin and having her look up at him. Of course, she'd be pain adverse for their first time together... perhaps they would work up to that... or not... Tulio just wanted her to be begging for his cock. To see her smile at him with a coy lustful grin in his bed as she wiggled her ass and bare sex to him just wanting to fill her. "I will do my best to make this a moment you want again." He kissed her temple.

She could feel the pointed head of his cock force its way between her prepared folds... it started out thin but got thicker towards the base. She pressed her forehead against the wall, forced to the tips of her toes as Tulio sunk inch after inch into her. Tulio on the other was clenching his jaw trying his best to not just break her and rip her apart for his first time with her. He had to be gentle...

His eyes snapped open, he didn't realize he closed them all, he licked the inside of his mouth as he adjusted his hips and began the slow thrust in and out of her divine sex. It's how he didn't burn himself out... he savored each time he had sex keeping them far enough apart that it made it feel so wonderful and new... he probably would be indulging so much more often if this is what was waiting for him.

Psychi whimpered as he picked her up, hands still on her breasts on the edge of being so painful. The way he wrapped his arms around her... she could feel him starting to squeeze... more and more. Her moans became less and less sure as the distraction of the sex was waning and the impending dread returned.

Tulio tilted her back and started to squeeze causing her to thrash around him, her walls fluttering around his cock causing him to groan as those tears rolled down her cheeks, "Lord Sydo! Lord Sydo please!" She screamed fearfully as she has seen what an Astartes can do to normal human flesh...

"Tulio." He hissed, "Call me Tulio... moan that out for me!"

"Tulio! Tulio!" She screams trying to moan but she just sobs as she can feel the pressure against her body... she was going to die.

"You say my name so sonorously how I am compelled to listen." He trills to her before tossing her naked body onto the bed in the room . He watches her try to recover but he is upon her swiftly and he plunged his cock back deep into her as once again she feels it dance on the edge of painful but Psychi can't help but moan slightly.

Tulio has been a kind lover... as he is certain she has orgasmed at least 4 times since he started giving her attention. The soft whimpers as his cock gently grinds against her cervix... perhaps he lied a little promising that this time wouldn't hurt... it would hurt a bit... one of his upper arms traps her in a headlock, he watches those eyes look at him with fear.

He promises zoi mou! Just let him breed you right now! You will come to love this! He thinks deliriously as his body suddenly floods with the right cocktail of chemicals and neurons firing. The tip of his cock pushes against the very back of her being... Psychi feels something move inside of her before she feel the pressure and she starts to just scream as it hurts. She claws at those ceremite ridges on his arm holding her, she's thrashing as she feels something move inside of her as Tulio's profane biology goes to work flooding his system with hormones as he lets out a soft groan as he finally releases inside of her.

I can't breathe! Is Psychi's last thought as it's too much for her... the racing of her heart... the painful pressure... his arm around her. She cannot hear the bellowed order from Tulio then the screaming from the "gift" mortals. No she gets no closure... as it all... fade... to ... black.

For the first time in her miserable short life... everything feels quiet... everything feels safe. She can feel sleep languidly pulling away from her but whatever she is on is soft. A gentle clean breeze kisses her cheeks and she can feel a gentle warmth on her skin that feels so comforting like a babe's blanket. She does her best to ignore the gentle light that dances across her eyelids occasionally.

She lets out a contented sigh and feels like all of that hardship... it was all a dream and she was finally dead. Something rustles behind her and a warm voice... strong... assured of itself... but it whispers to her, "Welcome Home." The voice says before gentle kisses are pressed against the back of her neck coaxing her back into the deep slumber. Home... what a funny word to here but if this was home... then she never wanted to leave.

Tulio Sydo Lieutenant of the Tyrannic division of the Traitor Primarch Robute Guilliman's Ultramarine legion... sighed contently watching his new wife, consort, concubine, possession. Return to her sleep as they were back in the Ultramar system and he was back home. He once more pressed kisses to the back of her neck as he thought how she would be modified soon... for now he would just enjoy finally having his zoi mou all to himself. His tail lazily swayed behind him as he closed those grass green eyes of his and trilled contently.

#oc: Tulio #oc: Psychi #Loyalty Swap #warhammer 40k #yandere space marine #space marine #yandere ultramarine #ultramarine #traitor astartes #traitor ultramarine #tw: dubcon #tw: dubious consent #tw: noncon #tw: yandere

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cup1dt3a · 1 year

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A deal you say?

summary: In a odd turn of events seemingly from how magicless you are you could possibly be their one way ticket out of this place. Do you still want to continue on travler their is no turning back after this point on?

“ So have you come to apologize or just come crying back to us once again?” the tyrants voice echoed in the eerie dark room.

All the multi glowing eyes peered down onto the three. Each one filled with a venomous stare or one of curiosity.

“ Let’s just get this over with. You’ve already ruined my nap so this better be good.” One of them yawned out with a growl.

“ Oh the humiliation! You’re all already drowning within guilt how will you redeem yourselves worthy of redemption?” Another cackled before anxiously biting their nails.

“ I think we should have just thrown them to the ends of the world by now for their failures!” Another hissed gleefully.

“ Oh keep your damn snakes in your pants you freak! I’m intrigued as to why they now have the courage to show their pathetic faces here.” Another seethed at the scummy snake. “ Let’s just hear them out I’d like to see why my dearest Epel is even back here.” He chuckled with a venomous tone of the purple headed man.

As they all chattered among themselves deciding whether or not to hear the group out one of the horned members only sat there in the darkened corner. Curious to see who’s glistening eyes they could see behind the creeped doors. For he paid no mind to the others endless bickering only staring back into the brave eyes that stared back into his. It’s such a shame this poor being won’t last a single day here. It’s even the first time someone has ever looked into his eyes without immediately looking away. Oh well all good things must go eventually. Meanwhile as you stared into the emerald eyes the two men behind you soon pulled you over to them. Causing you to make a small squeak as the green haired guard squeezed your arm. “Sebek lay off on the grip will you? We want them in perfect condition at least.” He growled making Sebek let go immediately with a nod before muttering a ‘ you’re lucky filthy mortal’.

The five of them had brought you here with obvious intentions. They all had an unspoken plan that had the hairs on your back standing. If only you hadn’t grabbed that forsaken hand in the first place. You were eventually brought out of your heads anxious overlapping throughs from a blood curdling hollar.

“ ENOUGH! Let’s settle this like reasonable people and whoever agrees to see what’s so redeeming of the idiots say ‘I’. The tyrant spoke through his teeth with a fake smile.

Four of the throned members said I as the majority had been ruled. The tyrant now eagerly told them to get on with whatever it was. You gulped as the two muscular men brought you to the middle of the room. As if you were on display for all to see. They all huddled in shushed whispers except for the horned man in the darkness. For he only smiled at you with a smirk in his eyes as he softly gazed upon you. “ My king and liege’s I present a mere mortal that his no magic nor any blot on them!” Sebek announced quickly bowing at their presences. “ Well who are you? State your business here! Go on we don’t have all day!” The tyrant spoke up. “ I…uh _______ ______…I um have no business here.” You shrugged horsely from your dry throat. They all just glared at you with curiosity? Or plotting ways to kill you perhaps as the deadly silence dripped in the atmosphere like poison. But the dark figures emerald eyes looked at you almost adoringly. He just sat in the shadows unbothered by the others. One of them had finally come up out of their thrones. “ Huh well _______ you’re quite a rarity here. Due to our hideous cursed blot we’re all stuck like this for eternity.” the blond said coming over to you tilting up your chin “ but you could perhaps be out ticket out of this place.~” he purred as he analyzed your features. ” That is if you cooperate with us.” A lion eared man added on with a smirk. ” Fufufu~! Finally freedom from this hell hole~ How about we make a contracted deal my dear.” A half human and half octopus said to you. “ Ugh! It’s exactly like you peasants to just swarm some other normie!” The robotic man groaned rolling his eyes. ” Oh hush wouldn’t you be excited for the chance of freedom and vengeance!?” The snake haired man raised an eye browl to the robotic man. As they continued to swarm you a sudden unknown voice range out from the shadows. “ I think you’ve all hogged the Child of Man enough. For it would be rude to not formally introduce ourselves now wouldn’t it?

Hope you all enjoyed the second part to this and are having an amazing day/ hope your day gets better

Sincerely- Cup1dT3a <3

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lovesick-feelings · 2 years

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Hey its my birthday today :3. And I was wondering how yandere funtime freddy would react.

Also your one of my favorite yandere writers :>

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR READER!!! (⁀ᗢ⁀) Thank you for your support I really appreciate it! This was a bit rushed so I might come back to edit a few things but I hope you have a great day and may all your birthday wishes come true, love! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!!!”

🎂 How didn't he know?! The one day he didn’t ask, it turns out to be your birthday! Don’t worry Cupcake, he promises to make up for it!! Unfortunately, you couldn’t hear him because your ears ruptured after hearing the equivalent of a jet taking off.

🎂 He’s starting the party preparations right away! The moment you blinked, you had already gained a birthday hat, birthday sash, and party horn in your mouth. You’ll have to stay in the Breaker room while he goes to prepare the party room. So get ready for the surpriiiiiise~!!

🎂 Once the time has come, Freddy will drag guide you to the room hovering his hand over your eyes so you won't peek. You both suddenly stop and he uncovers your eyes

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!”

🎂 Everything is neatly decorated with party streamers and balloons hanging on the walls. White table cloth with pastel party hats and noisemakers. Confetti covers the tables and floor. Even a pinata hung up in the center of the small round stage. You could tell the bear and bunnies put a ton of work into making the party room look as presentable as possible.

“C-C’mon birthday kid! The f-fun has just begun!!”

🎂 You are now the center of Funtime Freddy’s attention and, oh boy, is it something. He’ll do anything from your favorite party games to performances to please you. Don't forget the million back-breaking hugs too! He wants this to be the best birthday you’ll ever have since it's your first birthday with him.

🎂 Even Bon Bon and Bonnet are putting their hearts into your party. It’s a tiring task with Funtime Freddy’s energy rate already being at an all-time high, but they wouldn't want anything less for their best friend! They had to make sure you were okay and wouldn’t get too overwhelmed by Freddy’s overbearing enthusiasm.

🎂When it’s finally time for cake, Freddy will proudly bring out a beautiful pastel circus-themed cake. Seeing you look at the cake with glee while he lit the candles made him bounce with excitement. It brings back the good ol’ days when he held birthday parties for children. No matter though he had you and that was more than enough for him!

🎂 The animatronics sing you the birthday song (Funtime Freddy the type of fella to say cha cha cha during the birthday song) and you blow the candles. The cake was surprisingly your favorite flavor. You couldn't remember when you told FT Freddy about it but the cake had such a sweet, savory taste to it you weren't going to question it. If it wasn’t for Bon Bon you’d probably never have been able to finish your cake with Freddy’s endless questions and chattering.

FT Freddy: “Does it taste good? What do you think of the colors? I know what your favorite flavor-r is but I changed the colors because I wanted it to match the c-cake and I liked the colors because they ma-matched my colors so I ended up choosing -” 😋

Bon Bon: “Freddy PLEASE let them eat their cake…” 😅

Bonnet: *Giggles* “I’m sure they love it!” 😊

🎂 Now for the finale, gift opening! There are only two gifts; the first one you open is one from Bon Bon and Bonnet. Inside was full of prize corner toys and sweets. Even a handmade card with a drawing of the four of you together. Appreciating the bunnies, you hugged and kissed their foreheads. Bon Bon smiled and thanked you while Bonnet, being bashful, covered her face. Funtime Freddy’s heart just flatlined

🎂 Freddy eagerly pushed his gift towards you, excited to see your reaction. Despite the gift's innocent look, you could feel your stomach turn when you held it. You couldn't tell if it was from the sudden odor or the small red specks on the box that made you feel uneasy. Not wanting to be rude, you opened the gift without questioning it. You froze. As soon as you saw the bloody mess of a still beating heart, you understood what it was. Bon Bon and Bonnet, oblivious to what you saw in the box, asked if you were okay. A sudden embrace from Funtime Freddy snapped you out of shock. A sick love-struck expression plastered on his face. He knew he couldn't give his own non-existent heart, so surely someone else would do the job.

“Hahaha! I hope you liked our birthday surprise, cupcake! Now, how about a little k-kiss~”

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simpliao · 2 years

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that was the moment he realised ; (irl) schlatt x reader

– part one , – part two , – part three , – part four , – part five , – part six

summary : a weekend getaway vacation, just what the pair needed to get away from busy city lives. in just enjoying the moment, what once was a silly, dismissive thought to the male, now hits him straight in the face. and for once, he's okay with it.

info : fluff, mild swearing, she/her pronouns as well as reader being described as a woman (pretty girl), sappy, like really sappy but i adore it.

a/n : i actually adore fluffy schlatt, i always got the impression that he hides the fact he's the biggest softie out there to pretend to be more macho than he really is. considering i am sadly very much single, having some fluff like this is a comfort to me. so this is kinda just a comfort post where i have them gush about being in love. <3

The lack of any rustling but that of the leaves of the trees was a different, and almost bizarre thing to wake up to. Almost expecting to suddenly hear the burst of a car horn reminding him of his apartment being right on a busy street; and yet this peace remained. Pure rays of light slipped through the blinds, filling the bedroom with a gentle golden glow. Under his arm, Y/n slept cuddling into his side for warmth; the rented out cottage wasn't exactly the best insulated. With the utmost care, he slinked his arm away from her, mindful to not jostle her awake. Her form wrapped up in a French linen comforter, disheveled sure, but to the New Yorker she was too damn gorgeous for her own good. His eyes lingered before retreating from the room, short steps leading down into the open concept living room and kitchen.

Today was Sunday: the end of the weekend and their last day before they had to go back. It was oddly serene, seeing the living spaces highlighted by morning shine. Just checking the fridge, it was already pre-stocked with bougie shit that he didn't recognise. Even the milk was some kind of unpronounceable brand, acting as if it was above all the other milk brands. The memory of Y/n sometimes buying these kinds of things didn't pass him, a smile grew to his lips as they'd debate if fifteen dollars for specialty cereal was really worth it. That was when she has initially moved in, now he didn't bat an eye when things around their home moved around or suddenly gained new items that he was unsure about.

She slowly changed what was once a stinky bachelor pad into a presentable home, warm and cozy, especially when she made it a point to hang up pictures of the pair and establish a colour scheme for interior designing. Just thinking about it made him homesick, he even started letting her come to the office and change things around just so he could have reminders of her in his space. Although the two started their relationship in private, only really friends and family knowing and teasingly keeping it out of public eye for the sake of privacy. It was ultimately in vain since despite it being Schlatt's wish, he ended up spilling it to his viewers after having her show up in countless streams and endless twitter interactions. (All painfully flirty.)

Considering Y/n was also a public figure, some part jealously irked him when fans would inevitably ship her with other people. Getting it out in the public at least made that mostly die out, his liberal use of nicknames like 'my girl', 'sweetheart', 'doll', and 'pretty girl' even in front of the camera cemented the pair's bond. Considering the two's interactions were thousands of times cuter than her platonic interactions with friends, her fans ate that shit up.

"Good morning." Speaking of which, she groggily came down the stairs with a tired yawn. His shirt dressing her body, and despite what anyone else might've thought; all he saw was a goddess that descended from those steps. “Did I wake you? I was going to get started on breakfast.” Which wouldn’t be anything fancy since Schlatt wasn’t exactly the best cook. “It got so cold without you. I figured if I couldn’t sleep anymore might as well follow the heater downstairs.” She huffed out, fully descending the stairs to approach her boyfriend. Sitting atop one of two barstools of the kitchen’s island. He snuck glances in between of gathering things from out of the fridge. Her features highlighted by early light, easily one of the most angelic things he’s ever seen. Her eyes heavy as she was still in the rices of fully waking up, yet still remaining with a lazy smile as she watched from a short distance. “Take a picture.” She mused, rubbing her eyes slightly whilst teasing the male with one of her devilish smiles. “It’ll last longer.” “Oh shut up.” He dismissed despite holding one of his own.

The scene was serene, Y/n's gaze glued to her boyfriend of close to two years. While he always noticed her far off looks, he never realized it was because she was completely enamoured by him. Always watching over his figure, habitually dressed in basketball shorts and sweatshirts. (Of which she stole constantly, never bothering the brunette considering he adored seeing her wrapped up in his clothing.) Eyes always fixated on his face, whenever the pair were alone she got the privilege of seeing him in his softer side. Grins teasing at times, but commonly genuine and so loving. His intensely dark brown irises so filled with love whenever they met hers, always feeling like when she first fell for him; the butterflies never left. Where could she even begin with his curled caramel brown locks? Her fingers twitched, yearning for the pair to snuggle up and put on a movie; giving her the perfect opportunity to run her hands along his scalp.

In the grand scheme of things, they hadn't been together very long, neither having knowing each other long before completely falling into this state of love. What started as limerence grew to real, seldom true love. In such a simple scene, where the New Yorker had prepared (mostly uncooked) scrambled eggs and (slightly burnt) buttered toast, retiring to a seat beside his lover where the two chatted about whatever came to mind. The pair always having gazes filled with such enamour, adoration like their partner had hung the stars and moon.

"You know, I kind of wish we could stay." Y/n had spoken offhandedly, spooning the yellow mass onto one of her slices of toast. She followed up her comment soon after taking a bite, "I love this cottage... But, I wouldn't mind spending forever anywhere as long as I'm with you." Forever. The word poignant and sticking within his mind, spending forever with her, it was a thought he always briefly had. His insecurities drowned it out, fear of falling out of this kind of honeymoon, fear of her no longer looking at him like he looked at her. He feared that later down the line she wouldn't see him the same, he was scared to commit to her.

And yet, with her affirmation of always wanting to be with him, even if she spoke it in passing with it seemingly escaping her lips and being forgotten soon afterwards, it filled him with some kind of comfort unlike perviously when it'd fill with with anxiety and dread. Rather than worriedly question and wonder about the future, if she was his forever, from this moment on he realised just what kind of bliss that would be. Memories flashed his mind of what they had done this weekend, of what they'd done during the entire duration of their relationship... How it showed no sign of ever slowing down from the past two-ish years of their love. How he wouldn't trade all the money in the world for his darling, his pretty girl.

Just looking at her now, soft smile directed towards him, a kind of beauty he couldn't form into words radiating off her. He could spend forever like this. Mornings of home cooked breakfasts, afternoons working alongside each other and evenings of either going out or staying in. Everything seemed to make him excited, he craved to experience it all, experience it all with her at his side. She was his certainty, she would be it. His number one, his forever.

"Yeah..." He muttered out softly, pushing the mug to his lips to take a sip of bitterly black coffee. "I could spend forever with you too." Just seeing the way her eyes slightly squinted as she smiled made his heart burst, his hand found itself reaching over to brush his thumb over the edges of her lips to rub away crumbs. "You eat like a baby, you know that?" "But I'm your baby." She grinned, letting his hand linger on her cheek as his stare was nothing but overwhelming tenderness. Yeah, she was his. And in that moment he decided that he'd be sure to make it official, more official than just the common titles of boyfriend and girlfriend.

Because, that was the moment he realised... This was the girl he was going to marry.

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slashhinginghasher · 8 months

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Dog Day Afternoon - Ghoap x reader

I've been binge-reading @ohbo-ohno's blog all day and just had to write a companion piece to their amazing story Don't Leave Me Locked In Your Heart.

No warnings, just fluff, but like, really really stupid fluff.

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In a normal housing situation, you'd be baffled by how quickly your shampoo tended to disappear. You'd carefully measure how much you used each time, eye every roommate with suspicion when they emerged from the bathroom with wet hair. Maybe you'd even hide the bottle in your room between baths for safe-keeping, or fill an empty bottle with something gross to see who came out covered in a gunky mess.

But you didn't live in a normal housing situation, and you didn't have to wonder where all your shampoo was going because the thieving Scot who took it also made you wash his fucking hair with it. Every. Damn. Time. Sometimes even more than once.

"Can't have me gettin' split ends, bonnie," he said knowledgeably. "No' like Simon over there."

You didn't inform him that washing one's hair multiple times in the shower did not make the shampoo work better. You did not point out that he and Simon, being military, both cut their hair too short and too often for split ends. You didn't even accuse him of only knowing what split ends were because it was written on the shampoo bottle.

No, you kept your thoughts to yourself. Because while Johnny was apparently in possession of mad military skills - including manhandling, referring to Simon by his rank, and probably guns or something - they paled in comparison to his true talent: spouting an endless amount of bullshit at you until you accidentally said something sexual in return, and then taking that as an opening to be actually sexual.

Once, when you were fussing over a blemish forming on your nose, Johnny had sworn that you could contract flesh-eating bacteria and he'd still love you, holes and all. You had been physically incapable of stopping yourself from muttering that his love of your holes was what had gotten you into this situation in the first place. Johnny immediately got an evil gleam in his eye, and Simon had laughed. Out loud. Then they took you to bed for an entire day. Literally a full twenty-four hours. You hadn't been able to walk right for almost a week.

So yeah, you'd learned your lesson and you didn't goad Johnny, even when you had something spectacularly clever to say.

"Think you're a bloody show dog now, Johnny?" Simon rumbled. "Yappin' on about your hair like a damn poodle."

"A poodle!" Johnny shouted, affronted. "Am no fuckin' poodle, LT. Naw." He rubbed his hands together, warming up to the subject. "A german shepherd, maybe. Or a doberman. One a' those fuck-off big boys that makes you piss yerself a little when you get too close. What d'you think, hen?"

Oh, there were so many answers you could give to break this man's ego. Breeds they'd have to look up on google to feel the full impact of your devastating wit. But no, you had to stay strong. You pressed your lips into a tight line and maintained a dignified silence.

"Oi, I'm askin' ye a question."

"You ask me a lot of questions, and almost all of them are stupid."

Johnny looked positively offended.

"They are not stupid!"

"'If a guy was on the moon and he jumped hard enough in the right direction do you think he could launch himself back to earth?'" you quoted. "'Do we say things suit people because suits look good on you or is it called a suit because it suits you?' 'If unicorns were real do you think they'd let people ride them and if they did would you attach the reins to their mouth like a normal horse or would you tie 'em around the horn?'"

"All of which are important questions and not at all stupid!"

"Everything is stupid when you're asking it at 3 am, Johnny!"

Simon's eyes were bouncing between the two of you like a tennis match. He looked like he was having the time of his life (in Simon terms, which meant that one corner of his mouth was turned up in a microscopic smirk).

"I cannae help it that my deepest thoughts come late at night," Johnny said solemnly. "An' you're avoiding the most important question: what dog am I?"

"You're a mutt, Johnny," Simon said. "A scraggly little mutt that's gonna get muzzled if it doesn't learn to stop asking stupid questions when people are tryin' to sleep."

Johnny grinned. You weren't sure if he was the sort of person who could shrug off vitriol from anybody, or if he was so over the moon about Simon that he would preen under any kind of attention he got from him. And the last thing you wanted was to feel bad for either of your captors. But damn, the bigger man could be downright mean sometimes.

"Belgian malinois," you said.

"Come again?"

"Mouthy police dog that starts trembling if you order it to stay still for too long," you clarified.

"Sounds about right," Simon muttered.

Johnny cocked his head, mulling over this with extreme deliberation, before pointing at Simon.

"What about him?"

You considered Simon. Big, scary, unflappable Simon. "Shit your pants if you see him in a dark alley" Simon who could definitely rip your head off your body but also somehow gave the best hugs and turned into a pile of goo if you scratched his head right.

"Caucasian shepherd," you announced. "Also known as the Russian bear dog."

Simon nodded. You were pretty sure he had no idea what kind of dog that was and would have agreed with anything that sounded appropriately large or menacing enough.

"Aw fuck off!" Johnny cried. "How come I've gotta be the vibrating cop dog while he gets to be the fucking bear dog?"

"And that's what you get for askin' stupid questions, mutt."

Johnny huffed and pouted for a moment before turning back to you.

"And you, love? What kinda dog are you?"

"I'm a cat," you replied. "Obviously."

Your stomach dropped as that devious spark kindled in Johnny's eyes.

"Too true, kitty, too true," he purred. "Fancy a bit of a chase?"

How the fuck did he always manage to do that???

#i'm bad at writing plot and even worse at writing smut #but by god i can write people being dumbasses in their living room #my writing #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

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One Life After Another, Forevermore | Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five (final)

Note ~ Hello, Lovelies! I hope that you all have been enjoying the series so far! I cannot express enough just how much I appreciate every like, comment and re-blog, so thank you all so much! This part will be shorter than the last two with only about 3.3k words, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same! <3

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Reader, Reincarnation, Soulmates, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Emotional, Temporary Character Deaths, Depictions of Injuries, Potentially Triggering Content, No Use of Y/N, Hurts So Good (let me know if I should tag anything else <3)

You weren’t sure how long you had spent in limbo waiting for Katsuki.

It could have been seconds.

It could have been years.

You prayed it had been years for Kazuki’s sake. That sweet little boy deserved to have at least one parent to guide him through life.

You had also prayed that Katsuki had lived the rest of that life as well as he could have even if you weren’t by his side.

Even though your time in limbo was indeterminate, you spent it wondering when you and Katsuki would get a full lifetime together...

Because once you got one whole lifetime together, from meeting until death by old age, it was guaranteed that every single life afterward would be like that.

You were tired of one or both of you dying young, never able to finish out the lifetime together.

In the eyes of the Goddess of Fate, you were both still young souls, but the pain of losing one’s Eternal Love in horrible ways over and over again can make it feel as though one is much older than they are.

...

For 500 years, you had lived on an Earth where humans did not exist. Large creatures with massive wings, scales covering their bodies, breath made of fire, and the ability to communicate telepathically were at the top of the food chain during this reality. And you were born as one of those magnificent creatures.

The scales that covered your body were a deep midnight purple and had an iridescent shine in the sunlight, and the scales of your underbelly were a dark blue. The horns protruding from your head along with the claws on your hands and feet were pitch black. The massive wings on your back were iridescent black along the ridges of bones while the webbing was the same dark blue of your underbelly scales. The fire you could breathe from your sharp-tooth-filled mouth was violet in color and molten hot. Your eyes were violet with cracks of piercing blue, the same as they had always been.

Just like your previous lives, your mother showed you endless love while your father ignored your existence. The family, or more appropriately called flight, of dragons you were born into was fairly large and decently powerful. Not long after you hatched you were thrilled to discover that you had some familiar souls surrounding you. Souls such as; Izuku, Ochaco, Shoto, Momo, Tsu, Iida, Itsuka, and Tetsutetsu.

It puzzled you that they remembered you from their previous lives. That was one of a few firsts in that new life you were living. Another first had been entering that new life with more than just your parents, Katsuki, and Katsuki’s parents as familiar souls you could recognize. You guessed that the group of souls you met in your previous life that now surround you were either new souls cast down to Earth by the Goddess of Fate or you all were simply too spread out to run into any of them in any of your other lives. Either way, it made you realize just how much you seemed to learn about reincarnation with each new life you lived.

In that life of giant scaly beings, though, you decided to let Katsuki come to you. It had been a few lives since he was the one to find you so you wanted to see how long it would take your Love to set out on a journey to reunite with you. You could spare the patience and quite frankly you thought that it could be entertaining. You wondered if he would travel by himself or if he would bring others with him. You hoped he would finally reconnect with the red-haired friend he had during your Mermaid lifetime. Katsuki had seemed to really like that soul and you missed the cheerful energy the redhead always carried.

So you spent 500 years learning the ways of your flight, roughhousing with your friends, doing the tasks assigned to you by the elder dragons, and maturing. Dragons were known to live for a long time, the end of their lifespan reaching anywhere from 1,500 years to 2,000 years. Once a dragon had reached the age of about 500 years old they were considered mature adult dragons. At that age, they could leave their flight and go off on their own, join another flight, or stay within their birth-flight. They could do whatever they wanted to, even find a mate.

That world of dragons was much more peaceful than one would think. Dragons from all across the world had gotten along, so wars were simply not a thing. Sure, there were small fights occasionally either within flights or between two different flights. But that was just what would happen when one dragon touched another dragon’s treasures.

Peaceful. That’s what it had been like when you woke up to the routine sound of the flight elders’ roarings and wake-up calls echoing through the air. Early morning rays of dawn were slipping into the mouth of your cave when you opened your eyes. You let out a long huff as you stretched your sleepy body then stood up and made your way out of your cave. You sluggishly made your way to your flight’s field of sunbathing rocks. You found yours then laid yourself out on top of it, ready to soak in the warmth of the rising sun. Ochaco, Izuku, and Momo along with your other friends joined you and lounged out on their own rocks not long after you had arrived.

It was your flight’s morning ritual; the elders would go around to wake everyone, and then you all prepared for the day by letting your cold-blooded bodies heat up in the rising sun together. It was like a community bonding type thing done before everyone headed off to do their tasks. It was common for most to chat idly as you all splayed out on your rocks and gained energy from the sun’s golden rays.

Like most mornings, you chatted with Izuku, Momo, Tetsutetsu, and Shoto about where you would be hunting that day. That was the main task the five of you were assigned to do by the elders. Every morning, midday, and evening you and the other four members of your group would go out and bring back loads of meat for the whole flight.

As your bodies woke up and became more energized and warm, your little friend group got more rambunctious like usual. Playful swipes at each other, teasing words, and small puffs of smoke or fire had ensued like you were all still young whelplings. You and Tetsutetsu were probably the worst out of the bunch; constantly throwing teasing remarks back and forth, play-fighting every chance you got, and spitting harmless flames at each other. It was safe to say that you and Tetsutetsu were best friends in that lifetime.

As soon as the communal sunbathing was over and everyone was warmed up and energized, you and the other hunters set off to gather breakfast. The five of you flew down to a valley that you hadn’t hunted in lately and split up to hunt on your own for a while. When the five of you met back up, each of you carrying a few dead creatures, Izuku took inventory of everything everyone had caught. He deemed it just shy of being enough for the whole flight and suggested that you all try to gather more during the flight back.

Your group had been successful in grabbing more creatures on your way back to the flight and were praised gratefully by the elders. The five of you plus a couple of the elders distributed the food amongst eagerly waiting flight members before settling down and eating for yourselves.

The rest of the day continued on as normal as any other day of your life. You sunbathed a bit more with Ochaco, Momo, and Tsu. You went searching for treasures to add to your hoard with Izuku and Shoto. You had a strength competition with Tetsutetsu that you most definitely won (read as; lost) and had proven to the stubborn silver-scaled dragon once again that you can(t) beat him. You did your tasks and even went to the hot springs with your mother. That night as you curled up in the darkness of your cave preparing for slumber, you let the feeling of near-contentment settle over you even though you knew you wouldn’t breach full-contentment without Katsuki there.

You awoke later that night, moonbeams spilling into your cave from the full moon hanging at its highest point in the sky. The sounds of another dragon shuffling around your cave sent you into attack mode. If there was one thing about your flight it was that everybody respected everybody else's space, nobody just wandered in and out of others’ caves. So with that knowledge at the forefront of your mind, you launched yourself at the strange dragon rifling through your small bit of territory.

The both of you tumbled out of your cave and you pinned the stranger to the ground as warning growls rumbled loudly through your chest. You built up an inferno within your chest and was ready to release it when the invader spoke.

“Wait! Please, wait! I know that wasn’t very kind of me to do, just walking into your cave without permission, but I mean you no harm!” The dragon beneath you pleaded.

You glared down at him for a few moments as you took in his words then got off of the strange invader. Once he was upright again you took in his features the best you could in the light of the moon.

His body was all red, the scales of his underbelly a darker shade of red than the rest of him. His horns were the same shade of red as his body and his claws seemed to be gray in color. His eyes were red as well, similar to Katsuki’s, but a different shade. Before you could ask the invader anything about who he was or why he was there, angered roars and telepathic shouts echoed through the canyon and within your mind.

Different colored flames could be seen lighting up the night from a few different caves and you began to panic slightly. The red dragon you had tackled took off towards Izuku’s cave where bright green and bright orange flames had been spilling from. You wanted to make sure that your friend was okay so you took off, following after the red dragon.

When you got to the ledge of Izuku’s cave the green and black dragon himself and another dragon tumbled out. The other dragon that Izuku seemed to be fighting was covered in black scales, its underbelly a bright shade of orange.

You and the red dragon dove towards your respective friends and pulled the two fighting dragons apart. You stood protectively in front of Izuku, glaring at the two invaders when your eyes met the ones of the dragon that the red dragon had been holding back.

“Katsuki..?” You asked telepathically in disbelief.

Immediately, the crimson-eyed black and orange dragon stopped struggling against his friend and looked at you.

“Fucking finally! Yes, it’s me, Violet!” Katsuki telepathically yelled in relief.

Before you could say anything else to him, other members of your flight were exiting their caves. Most were curious about what all the commotion was about and a few were hauling other invaders out of their caves while demanding to know what was going on. You let out an annoyed huff while looking back at Katsuki, wondering if he knew or cared about the drama he caused.

“Don’t huff at me, damn it! I was just trying to find you!” Katsuki agitatedly shouted at you telepathically, giving you your answer.

After a long discussion with the elders, you convinced them that the foreign dragons were not here to harm anybody and did not pose a threat to the flight. The elders even graciously granted the outsiders permission to use a few of the empty caves to rest in so long as they didn’t cause any more ruckus. You, the outsiders, and even Katsuki thanked the elders then you led the outsiders to the caves they could stay in for the rest of the night.

You wanted to be petty over the headache Katsuki caused you that night and not let him sleep in your cave with you but one look and you gave into his silent pleas. You and he made sure his friends were settled before you led him back to your cave. Once inside, you both wordlessly curled up next to each other and fell into the best slumber you ever had during that lifetime.

The next morning when you awoke to the elders' calls you decided that you didn’t want to join the rest of the flight for morning sunbathing. You simply didn’t want to deal with all of the questions that your friends would have. So, you and Katsuki moved to the ledge that extended from the mouth of your cave and laid out next to each other as you awaited the warm rays of the sun.

“So, who are the members of your little band of troublemakers, my Love?” You teasingly asked Katsuki. He huffed annoyedly as he shifted his body to lay his head on your shoulder.

“The red one is Eijiro, you might remember him from your mer life. He was the redhead that always came around to bug me, that hasn’t changed apparently.” Katsuki said in feigned annoyance and you hit him lightly with your tail.

“The yellow and black one is Denki, he’s kinda dumb but entertaining. The all-black one is Hanta, he said he knew you from our previous life. And the pink and yellow one is Mina, she’s just as annoying as Eijiro. They all insisted on traveling with me and I couldn’t manage to get them off my tail at any point along the way.” Kastuki finished explaining and you huffed a laugh.

“You said Hanta remembers me? It's probably because he was one of the cooks, and also one of my friends from my life in the castle, last lifetime. Do any of the others remember their previous lives at all? My group of friends here all seem to remember me from our last life along with some having memories of their other past lives.” You told him as you both moved to sprawl out and let the sun hit your bodies fully.

“Well, Eijiro remembers you and me from the life you were a Mer. Denki and his Eternal Love are possibly new souls because they don’t seem to have memories of previous lives. And Mina is actually Eijiro’s Eternal Love, we just never got to meet her during the lifetime you were a mer. But she has memories of her previous lives. I’d say, out of both of our groups, you and I may be the oldest souls.” Katsuki told you and you hummed in agreement.

You shifted your body so that you were tucked into Katsuki’s side and he wrapped a wing around you, “Tell me, Kats..” You started.

“What, my Violet?” His gruff voice asked gently within your mind.

“Did you and Kazuki live a good life?” You asked forlornly as a cold sadness that not even the warm sunshine could thaw settled over you.

“We did, my Love. It was fucking painful at times without you there but I made sure our kid knew he was loved by not only me but you as well. He was so strong just like you told me he’d be and.. and he was just like you in so many ways. He had my god-awful attitude sometimes but most of the time he was just like you.” Katsuki told you, a sadly nostalgic and awe-filled tone in his voice.

Your heart ached at Katsuki’s words and you wished so very desperately that you could have lived that lifetime with them.

“Did you-” You began to ask but Katsuki cut you off knowing what the question was.

“Yes, Violet. Kazuki had his pops around until he was about 23 then I got sick. It was a bad illness that was rolling through the other kingdoms until it finally hit ours. Damn me for saying this, but my body was too weak to fight it off and once I got it, my body just quit on me. But I left that lifetime not worrying about our son because I knew that he was strong like his pops and brave like his mother.” Katsuki said in a slightly somber tone, his voice thick like he could cry if that was something dragons were capable of.

“Kats..” Your voice cried even if your eyes could not and Katsuki curled around you tighter.

“It’s okay, my Violet. We will see our son again. We will have our peaceful forever together as a family. I’m not sure when but I know that we will.” Katsuki soothingly murmured to you as his head nuzzled against yours.

You hadn’t realized at the time that your Love’s words would ring true during that lifetime.

Shortly after Katsuki had found you in that lifetime you, your Love, and both of your groups of friends had set off to start your own flight. Your flight had found a spot of free territory and settled there. You and Katsuki had each other, and your friends had their mates.

The years went on and on, full of both happy times and tragic ones. You and Katsuki welcomed the arrival of Kazuki in that lifetime with overwhelming amounts of joy in your hearts. You had rejoiced the day that the little dragon had hatched out of his egg. He had your midnight purple scales covering most of his body except for the burnt orange of his underbelly scales. He had his father’s crimson-colored eyes and a lot of your personality. He was just as Katsuki had described him being many years before when he had found you in that lifetime.

The bad times were rough on everybody. You and Katsuki had to watch your friends lose their Eternal Loves in sad or horrible ways. You both knew what that gut-wrenching pain felt like but you also knew that there was no way to help your friends. Just like both of yours, your friends’ lives rested in the hands of the Goddess of Fate.

You and Katsuki lived that lifetime with a healthy dose of fear that you could be ripped from each other’s arms within a moment's notice but something miraculous happened...

Curled up into each other, neither of your old bodies willing to move anymore and your breaths shallow and labored, you and Katsuki looked at each other and knew.

You both had finally made it.

You looked into Katsuki’s eyes, the sun setting behind where you both were lying in that grassy field, and you felt so many emotions at once.

“We made it, Kats.” You told him, your voice soft and quiet.

“We did, my Violet. We made it to our peaceful forever together.” Katsuki rasped.

“I love you, Kats. Don’t forget to look for me.” You whispered as your eyes closed peacefully.

“I’ll never forget, my Violet. I love you.” Katsuki whispered back, joining you in closing his eyes and giving in to the familiar pull of death.

Though this time, for the first time, you both peacefully welcomed death knowing that when you find each other again in your next life and the one after that and the one after that.. That you will have the whole lifetime together.

Author's Note ~ Just one more part after this one, Lovelies! I feel like I rushed with putting this out for you all, but with all of the feedback and love that has come from you all so far I couldn't keep myself from posting! I'm also a very impatient person, haha. Let me know your thoughts on the series so far and/or if you want to be added to the tag list! Much love and appreciation, My Lovelies!! <3

Tag List ~ @damnirina @queenpiranhadon

#One Life After Another Forevermore #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugo brain rot #bakugo katuski #bnha bakugou #mha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki x y/n #mha #bnha #my hero academia #fanfic #dragons

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juniperjellyfish · 6 months

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Someone Take Away my Writing Privileges

Words: idk I wrote this on tumblr (it’s not long tho)

Tws: blood, angst, pain, CRINGE

Lloyd landed on the ground with a dull thud. He took in a wet breath, ribs screaming, surely broken. The taste of blood covered the inside of his mouth, but he wouldn’t give up- he couldn’t give up.

He lifted a hand and began to push himself of the ground. He lifted the other, and managed to stand with wobbling knees. A soul twisting growl echoed down the streets, “You really think you have a chance?” Lloyd looked up through his shaggy, blonde hair, eyeing the Overlord’s latest form, “I am eternal! There is no defeating me! Give up little one.”

Lloyd furrowed his brow and managed to draw his sword, it’s weight nearly toppled him.

The Overlord laughed- a belittling sound. He raised his four arms, creating a glowing black and purple sphere above his head. “I will give you credit, ninja, your heroics are unbounded, but they are still not enough to stop me.” It smirked, and shot a beam of power at Lloyd, who ducked behind a car.

Lloyd gripped the hilt of his sword with all his fading strength. His lip quivered. Tears poked at the corners of his eyes.

Another blast pounded in his ears. What was stopping him from giving up now? If he truly wanted to, he could let himself die right now. He should be dead, but his will is the only thing keeping him alive. Oh how easy it’d be to give in.

Oh how easy it’d be to end the endless cycle of torment.

The memories of his friends- his family- played through his mind. He ducked his head into his knees, dropping his sword with a quiet clank.

Darkness shrouded his mind, a gentle and warm fog. Happier times began to take over his consciousness, but one memory stood out from the others. It was blurry. He couldn’t remember what exactly it was. He was a child at the time, talking to Kai. Or was it Jay?

No matter, he remembered enough to know what he needed to do next.

Another blast from the Overlord revealed Lloyd’s hiding spot.

It’s now or never, he thought. Lloyd pulled himself off the ground and held out his sword.

A sickly, stretched grin creeped across the Overlord’s face. He continued his monologue, “In the end, nothing will be left. I’ll destroy everything! The sun! The moon! All of Ninjago! And every realm in existence!”

Lloyd’s weak voice barely managed to make it past his cracked lips, “Even Joe?”

The Overlord halted, “Wha- Who is this Joe?”

After a small, blood pattered cough, Lloyd stared the Overlord down with steel eyes, “Joe mama.”

The Overlord’s face fell, but a panic slowly appeared in it’s eyes, “No… No. No! It can’t b-“ his words were cut off by the shrill sound of an air horn. A white light burst from the Overlord’s chest, blinding Lloyd and knocking him over.

The sounds of the air horn faded and Lloyd gradually regained his sight.

A crater was left in the ground where the Overlord once stood.

He had done it.

He’d won.

And to be honest, he was pissed that his dumb plan worked.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #lego #jj writes #tw cringe #tw blood #tw angst #tw pain #Ninjago Lloyd #ninjago overlord

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nelissecrectplace · 1 year

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Void

ch5

neteyam x reading

Tw: Death, dissociation, war

word count: 6k

language: ‘evi- child (affectionate)

descriptions: Peace, Happiness, and friendships can only last so long. You would have never guessed you would be a victim of the sky people’s first act of war. Suddenly your reality is shifted as you experienced how cruel life is. With the threat of sky people upon you every na’vi must train to be a fighter no matter how much your father does not approve of you picking up a bow.

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Light brightened up the pod as morning broke. Groggy you sat up taking in your surrounding. As your eyes adjusted you noticed that the presence next to you was gone as there was no one but you in an empty pod. You felt lonely but you also felt the fear from yesterday arise. With a need for answers you quickly washed up and headed out of the sullys home to the healing tent. You prayed the Mo’at would be there.

“Hello my child” Your prayers were answered when the old woman’s voice met your ears. Your eyes set on her as you muttered a greeting.

“You are troubled.”

“I am, I do not know what is to come, I do not know if the hunting party is safe my worries seem endless.”

Sitting next to her you felt comfort as her old eyes stared into yours. Her hands grasp yours as you felt comfort flood into you from the simple jester.

“The clan will survive this, just like we did all those years ago, we will send the sky people back to where they belong.”

You wanted to believe it was true as she spoke with such certainty but the possibilities still plagued your mind. Mo’at almost as if reading your mind softly glided her thumb over the hand you held onto, providing what comfort she could. The na’vi was always helpful and even gave you a brief update on the new rules of the clan and what to expect from the future.

Almost as if on cue the returning horn rang as she finished. Quickly you jumped to your feet, running to the hunting party. They had returned early because of the situation and you could not be happier. Tears breached your eyes as you saw your fathers figure through the small crowd. As if you hadn’t seen him in months you crashed into his arms relief flooding you.

“I was so worried.”

“I am here ‘evi, we are all here.”

A comforting hand patted your head as he spoke. Kiri soon approached her four finger hand making comforting circles on your shoulder blade. Other na’vi had similars exchange as relief flooded the clan knowing they had not lost anyone. The sky people had every na’vi on edge.

Things around the clan started to change rapidly after the night of the return. Your dear friend Tseo and many other male na’vi were torn from their other tasks and put on warrior duty. This made the stress of the woman in the clan increase and many young na’vi had to begin to help in place of some of their study time. You had already completed most of your healing lessons so you gathered much more and stocked up on many herbs.

You and Neteyam had not talked about the conversation but your relationship had improved. You would often talk to the boy in the sign language you learned as he was usually stuck to his fathers hip either helping to plan future attacks or training warriors. He would often get ‘injured’ and come to the healing tent for your treatment and you couldn’t help but be amused by his faking.

“Aww did did someone get a boo-boo?” Jokingly you walked over to the the boy at the entrance of the tent.

“Yeah, hurts real bad y/n” You could tell he was on the verge of laughing as he spoke. Holding up his hand he showed the tiny scratch across the back of his hand and couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. You held his hands in yours as you brought it to your lips kissing his small scratch. His tail whipped around behind him as he looked at you as with soft eyes.

“All better” Lacing your hands together you looked up with a smile.

“You truly can cure anything.” Pulling you into him the boys hands latched around your waist. He dug his fingers into your side as you squirmed beneath him laughing and trying to escape.

“Stop distracting my student Neteyam!” The boys hand left you as he got a wack on the back of the head. Covering your mouth you stifle a laugh as the Mo’at walks in. Neteyam put his hands up in surrender as he signs a goodbye leaving the tent. Your amusement did not last as a strict yellow eyes soon landed on you making you turn back to your work immediately.

Besides healing your time was also spent gathering. You did not hate gathering fruits because Zey was always with you. Gossip and jokes would fuel your time with her. You always had something to talk about as the gatherers only left high camp three times a week because of the new rules. Because of this gathering days were longer as more fruit needed to be collected. That morning you did not think much would change as you set out with your friend.

“Morning y/n”

Bumping hips with you Zey announced her presence as she walked along side you.

“Good morning!” Greeting her with a smile you walked towards her Ikran. You always flew down with Zey because you did not have an Ikran of your own. She was more than happy to fly you around especially since you two always seems to stray from the main group finding the tastiest fruits.

Just like any other gathering day you and Zey eventually started to stray from the group going on your own path as you walked into the forest. Your laughter could be heard from all around as you spoke with the girl.

“Tseo is going to get so flustered when you give him a courting gift too!” Yelling up to the girl you admire the bracelet she had tossed down with the fruit. She wanted you to see the bracelet she had been working on.

“I know right!” Yelling back she tossed town utumauti. You skillfully caught it and added to the basket you had set on the ground.

“I’ll store it in my pack until you come down!”Yelling up you informed Zey as you placed the bracelet in your pouch

“I have something for you too catch!” Your eyes shot up as she threw a thin bracelet toward you from the branch she sat on. She looked beautiful as the sun broke through, the light shining on her features. “It’s for your ankle I have a matching one!”

Pointing to her foot she motioned to the woven ankle bracelet that matched yours. Admiring the beautiful rocks and pebbles in you tied the bracelet around your ankle.

“It’s beautiful Zey!” Your voiced seems to echo through the trees as Zeys joyful laugh could be heard. Suddenly you heard no more laughter as the girls attitude seems to change. You began to notcie why as all noise seemed to slowly fade from the forest around it. It was too silent.

Your ears perked up trying to sense the slightest movement as Zey did the same. Her once relaxed body was now stiff as she stood up straight on a branch scanning the area. Fear slowly crept in as the thought of a palukan being near entered your mind.

BANG!

Jerking at the sound your eyes shot up to a blood curdling scream. You felt a ringing through your head as you watched blood drip down from your friends leg. Panic took over as you called out to her but it was too late as another sound rang through the forest. You watched as she fell off the branch body landing on the ground. Ears ringing, you scrambled towards her in a panic.

“Zey! Get up Zey!” Your body seemed to moving on its own as you ran to the girl. She did not respond but you did not dare think of the reality of the situation as you dragged her body into the bushes. Pressing onto the chest wound, salty tears pored down your face.

“It hurts y/n..” The words came out of the girls mouth in a gurgle as blood rose into her throat.

“I fix it! I’ll fix it!” Quickly you rummaged through your pouch as you pulled out your healing supplies. You wrapped her leg rapidly as you stuffed leafs into her chest wound. Horror consumed you as you looked up seeing the leafs soaked through and blood leaking from under her onto the first ground.

“No no no no”

“y/n”

Your eyes flicked up as you met the girls weak ones.

“Tell Tseo I see him?” If you had not been only inches away the words spouted from her mouth would have not been heard. Her words quite and weak.

“I will not! You will, I will not let you die here!”

Voice cracking you pressed down onto the girls wound hoping that somehow that would stop it from coming out her back. Movement rash and desperate you used all the materials you could trying to stop the wound from bleeding.

Eventually you no longer felt or heard ragged breath breach the girls lips, but you did not care. Continuing to try bring the girl back denying the facts laid out in front of you. Eclipse engulfed the forest and for the first time you looked up at the lifeless face of your dear friend.

The world slowed down as you looked at her dull eyes. Her Bioluminescence did not glow, her chest did not fill with air, her mouth did not move as her voice would never be heard again. Numbness, that’s all you felt as you stared at the girl. Your heart was tearing mind screaming, eyes burning but you could not move. Hand intertwined with hers but it was cold as you grasped it.

‘I could not save her’ The only thought that filled your mind as you starred at your dear friend. It was drowning you as you struggled to breathe, you felt as if the world was collapsing on you as you were sucked into a void of darkness. You could hear nothing, feel nothing or see anything but Zeys cold body.

Eventually warriors found you but you could not move. It was almost as if there was two corpses being dragged back to highcamp the only difference being one had tears flowing down their face.

You were embraced by your father, and all the Sully kids as you arrived but you felt no comfort. Tears ran down your face as you slowly took in your surrounding for the first time in hours. Harshly you pushed the group away from you as dread, sadness, anger, and guilt seemed to drown you.

You ran, you did not know to where but you did not care. You ran from the pity eyes, you ran from the guilt, you ran from the sadness, you ran from the horror. You can not run forever though because things always catch up to you. As soon as you stopped it did exactly that. Slamming your body down on the mossy rock you felt grief consume you.

You cried a cry more intense than any before. You felt it in your soul as sobs escaped your throat and your body shook with each one. When a presence entered the area you did not care to look too consumed in your own sadness.

Your cry’s did not calm until you were flipped over and slammed into a hard chest. The warmth surrounded you as rough hands held you. Neteyam, you knew it was him and sobs soon turned into hiccups.

“I-I couldn’t save her.” voice horse you chocked out the sentence. Neteyam only shushed you as he looked at you with loving eyes as his body hovered over yours.

“It is not your fault, it’s the sky people’s.” Brushing curls behind your ears the boy stared into drained sea green eyes that almost seemed as lifeless as the na’vi brought in with her.

“I will kill every last one that causes you sorrow.” Neteyams face hardened as he uttered the sentence. You felt a chill run down your spine as you stared at the boy.

“I want them all gone Tey.” Voice cracking into a silent cry you held the boy close, hoping that somehow his embrace would make everything go away.

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You quickly learned that there is no time to mourn in the time of war. You felt as if the world was crashing down but you were forced to complete your duties. You get no breaks when gathers come in one after another to be healed. The sky people were making their first advances marking the territory they claimed as theirs with a border of na’vi blood. Tearing down the forest to build their horrid buildings and gas machines.

With this hostile expansion the clan took action successfully carrying out the first raid. You were filled with worry as Neteyam and your father took off that morning. It was hard to heal when all you could think about was them ending up like Zey, and you not being able to save them. No matter how much Kiri comforted you during the day every time you saw a bullet wound the memories came crashing back. You could not stand standing on the side lines, you wanted revenge, to protect the people you love, and to never feel as helpless as you in that moment.

That’s how you ended up standing outside of the warriors tent. They had just gotten back from the raid and were discussing what the next action plan was while you waited outside. The moment you saw Jake and your father you were quick to call out to them.

“I want to train to be a warrior!” Your voice pierce the air around you as both men wiped their heads to you. Neteyam soon emerged from the crowd of warriors as well shooting you a shocked look.

“Warrior? ‘Evi don’t say such nonsense, you will not be completing a warriors Iknimaya.”

Your father stood tall as his eyes were stern but you did not waver. Jake only watched the exchange knowing it was not his place to butt in.

“I watched my friend die just seven days ago!” Your voice came out broken and loud as you swallowed your sorrows. “I was useless! I could not heal her I could not avenge her if that sky person saw me I was at his mercy!”

“I have seen people die too you do not get to become a warrior just because you wish!”

“I could have died father ! Zey did die because we did not know the stealth that is trained into warriors! I need those skills I refuse to watch any of you die knowing I could have been there to protect you!” Your vocal cords strained as you yelled louder than you thought was capable. Tears broke your waterline as you stared at your father with a fire swirling in your tear stained face.

Antu looked at his little girl and for the first time he saw a na’vi woman. The fire of her mother dancing in her eyes as she was consumed by passion and anger. Antu’s words seemed to be caught in his throat as he soaked in your feature. The innocent that once danced in your eyes was gone as if you had aged years in only days. He felt almost as if the Metkayina he fell for all those years ago was staring right at him with her headstrong look. Eywa you shared your mothers fury.

“Fine, do as you wish, but in the name of Eywa I forbid you from going out onto that battle field until I deam you fit!” It almost came out in a hiss as your father tail slashed behind him. Mixed feeling consuming the man.

Pride entered your body as you continued to stare up at your father. In your mind you must become a warrior it wasn’t a want. In order to protect the people you love to protect your father.

“Thank you father” Scowling your father headed back to your pod only giving you a grunt in return.

“Well, I guess neteyam will be teaching you the ways of a warrior” Beaming Jake walked over and patted you on the back making you step forward to keep your balance. A chuckle rose from the man’s throat as he observed you.

“You have a lot cut out for you son.” Heat rose to your cheeks at this comment as Neteyam only nodded sending you a slight smirk.

“I can train y/n when we aren’t on raids.” Neteyam gruff voice stated as he looked at his father for approval. Jake gave a hum in response as he bid his fair well.

“Was Tseo in the raid?” Looking up you noticed the laters face slight scrunch as he looked at you with distaste. You had not gotten a chance to see Tseo in the past week.

“Yes, why are you asking about another man?” Rolling your eyes at his comment you shoved the na’vi away as you made your way to the group of raid warriors. Some of them looked proud while other looks discouraged by the sight they had seen yet none of them wore the face you were looking for. You pushed through crowds of na’vi as you searched and eventually you found your target sitting at the edge of highcamp staring out into the sky.

“Tseo…” Your voice was soft as you approached knowing that your pain was nothing compared to his. Gently lowering your limbs next to him you patiently waited for a response.

“Hey, y/n” Tseo felt his throat throb as he spoke puffy eyes meeting sea green ones. His ears dropped so far down almost as if it was impossible to bring them up even as he looked at his dear friend.

“So, you were there when she died?” Tseo spoke softly in a hoarse voice and the memories of the day came flooding back.

“Til the very end.” A still silence took over the atmosphere as your sorrows mixed. It felt as if a rainy cloud had been casted over the two of you.

“She wanted me to give you this, and to tell you that “I see you” they were her last words…”

Tseo did not say anything as he took the bracelet. You watched as the man you had always seen happy and full of light curl into himself in sorrow as he clutch the bracelet. Tears welled up in your eyes as the only thing you could do was wrap a thin arm around him in hope it would bring some comfort.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save her.” Guilt filled you as your chocked out the words, tears rolling down your face. Tseo said nothing as he sobbed and all you could do was sit there with him looking at the sky while praying to Eywa, hoping that somehow things would improve.

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Eywa seemed to ignore you prayers as things around you only got worse. Battles and raids more frequent filling you with a dread every-time your love ones took off into the battle field. You knew you had many months left of training but the need to be out there with them only seemed to deepen each time a injured warrior was brung to your tent. At the three month mark you could not longer take the waiting reaching out to Tseo for extra help.

You knew this would affect how much free time you had but you did not care, the only thing on your mind being passing your Iknimaya so you could protect your people. Tseo was more than happy to help, sharing and understanding the fury you held towards the sky people.

“ Your back is arched again.” Slightly annoyed the warrior fixed your posture as his hands guided your body. A huff left your lips as you glance at Tseo who was now next to you. Eyes studying him you tried to mirror the stance he displayed as you straightened your back once more. A sharp inhale was taken as you drew your bow back letting go with a snap. A sharp sound flew threw the forest as the arrow flew at a rapid speed narrowly missing the target.

“Eywa, even Zey was better.” A bitter laugh left your mouth at his comment. Zey use to be a horrible with the bow you would often hear stories of her ‘lessons’ knowing it was Tseo reason to get close to her. You would be lying if you said you did not miss the girl, you were constantly reminded of her missing presence through out the day. Tseo felt the same, it was as if your little morning and night training sessions were use as a way to mourn and remises about the girl.

The silence between the two of you was not uncomfortable almost as if you spoke to each other with your eyes. The pain, bittersweetness, and sadness reflecting in each others. You heard the animals of the forest begin to wake as eclipse neared it end. Facing the sky you choked back tears re collecting yourself. You heard Tseos movements towards you feeling his body get closer.

“We do this for her, train for her, avenge her. Avenge all the fallen na’vi.”

Sucking a broken breath in you adjusted your stance. With a hardened gaze you drew your bow back, inhaling, then letting it go. A familiar woosh met your ears as your arrow flew, hitting the edge of the target with a ‘thud’. Eyes widening you felt pride soak into you as you turned to Tseo.

A breathy laugh escaped Tseos lips as he embraced you as you did little hops. Although your displays of happiness and excitement has dulled it had not completely disappeared as you occasionally shared moments like these. Picking up your feet you allowed your friend to pick you off your feet and swing you around. It had been the first target you hit in 4 days!

“Neteyam will be pleased in your lesson today.” Tseos tail swayed in a teasing way as he eyed you. Only giving as eye roll in response you slightly pushed the boy.

“Does not matter, what matters is I will fight along side you sooner.” A slight smile braced your lips as Tseos face mirrored yours.

Conversation cut short both your heads whipped to an approaching figure. Soon coming into view the morning light reflected off Neteyams shinning skin, wet from traveling through the forest damp with morning dew. His expression seemed to perk up when his eyes met yours, quickly falling as he eyes met Tseo. He knew you were friends but it slightly irked him how much morning and nights he found the two of you together.

“Y/n, Tseo” Despite his internal feelings Neteyam respectfully greeted both of you. Tseo was quick to greet him back as you simply waved to the boy.

“Father has battle plans he wants to go over with the warriors for tonight.” Giving a nod in confirmation Tseo gathered his stuff. Giving a little wave the na’vi was soon consumed by the lush green of the forest making his way back to highcamp. You felt sad seeing your friend leave but slightly excited for your day with Neteyam.

“You’ve been up quite early these past few weeks.” Neteyam commented as he low-key pried for answers.

“Yes, just spending time with Tseo.” Responding nonchalantly you looked at the na’vis expression that did not seem to change. You could tell he wanted to pry but had too much pride to ask directly. Wanting to keep your morning training a secret you did not indulge the 18 year old wanting to surprise him.

Neteyam only let out a grunt as he began to walk into the forest. Stifling a laugh at his childish behavior you followed him into the forest. Soon the two of you were running through the trees as you ran to wherever neteyam wishes for you to train that day. Every morning it was a similar routine, you would start off slow but in a couple minutes be running through the trees, traveling as if you were mice, quite and fast. You seemed to improve everyday rivaling Neteyams speed as you leaps from branch to branch. Despite your thick tail you were fairly good at staying quiet and moving fast, balance coming naturally to you.

“Damn, at this rate you’ll be the fasted na’vi in the clan!” The joking comment left Neteyams lips as he looked at you. You felt your heart skip a beat as he flashed a smile your way, hair whipping behind him as he ran. The sight did not last very long as he was quick to jump down expanding his body so the leaves would break his fall. A laugh escaped your lips as you followed the boy landing next to the already standing na’vi.

“So what are we doing today?”

“Hmm, how about we get a little sweaty.”

“You word things so weird!” Hiding your flustered state you playfully hit Neteyam. You only got a laugh in return as neteyam looked at your purple ears.

“Only three more months til you’re out there with me, want to sharpen your combat skills, bow and hunting can come another day.”

“I think I can body any sky person in hand to hand, even without training” A slight scoff left your lips as you looked at Neteyam with slight attitude. Instead of retaliating he only gave you a knowing look, as your sass was soon replaced by confusion.

“They have started sending avatars onto the battlefield.” As the words left his lips you felt your stomach turn in slight fear. The thought of them stealing your peoples DNA to make copies was slight unsettling. Being in a body that was not there’s, the thought made you sick. Sensing your unease Neteyam placed a rough hand on your shoulder, giving any comfort he could. Feeling slightly defeated by this new information you looked up at the taller with sad eyes.

“Let’s just get started”

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Worry’s from your early conversation seemed to vanish as your training progressed. You had refreshed all the basics so by noon you and Neteyam were sparing. You knew the boy was holding back, the thought made you frustrated, did he not thing you were strong enough? How were you suppose to improve if he was always treating you as if you would break?!

Fed up, you cranked up your game. Using your trail to trip the warrior you quickly placed yourself on his torso, placing the prop knife to his throat the moment you made contact. A smirk played at Neteyams lips as you wore a triumphant look.

“You’re dead” Removing the wooden ‘knife’ from his throat you starred down at Neteyam, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Although he was going easy you felt a bit accomplished, you did not think your plan would be so easy, or work as you had imagined.

“Hah, should I go harder on you?” The words left his lips in a playful manner. You felt hands travel to your thighs lightly grasping them as he starred at you with a cocky expression painted across his face. Bringing his torso up you slid onto his lap, as his grip slightly tightened.

“Neteyam-” The words seemed stuck in your throat as you took in your proximity. Feeling slightly overwhelmed by this position your body seemed to be set ablaze as a foreign feeling filled you. Hands places on your legs as his face was only an inches away, seeming to get closer by the secant.

“Can I?” Neteyam needed to elaborate no more as you lightly nodded your head not being able to speak. You felt yourself holding your breath as he neared anticipating the moment your lips would touch. It felt as if time had slowed as your eyes flutter shut, but the contact never came.

“Oh my Eywa!” A screeching voice made your eyes shoot open as you and Neteyam quickly made space. Shooting up to your feet Neteyam quickly followed as you both whipped your bodies around to the voice.

“Did I interrupt?”

Of course it was Lo’ak. He stood awkwardly as his eyes jumped between you two but you only felt annoyance as you stared at the boy. Neteyam had never kissed you, and of course Lo’ak would show up to ruin the moment. Unlike you Neteyam wore a mix of annoyed and embarrassed as he starred at his brother. Awkwardly clearing his throat neteyam shuffled next to you gathering his words.

“What are you doing here Lo’ak!” The tone came out slightly annoyed as he questions his brother.

“Dad needs you back for the raid, don’t give me attitude i’m not the one cock blocking!”

“We were doing nothing to ‘cockblock’!” Walking over to the older na’vi you lightly hit the back of Lo’aks head. Lo’ak gave a petty hiss in response as he lightly glared at you.

“Miss the old timid y/n.” Rolling your eyes you shot the boy an annoyed look as he mirrored your sassiness.

“Stop bickering like kids let’s get back.” Putting himself between you and Lo’ak Neteyam pushed both of you forward. He got relations of childish complains from both parties but quickly shut you up as he grasped your hand sending you a firm look.

You did not like sending them off into raids especially the ones in the evenings, so you made sure to take your sweet time heading to high camp. The night raids had more effect but always left more wounded. No matter how much time you took your actions alone could not prevent the ones you love from leaving that night. All you could do was wait for their return with healing supplies prepared for the wounded that would definitely be arriving.

You felt fear consumed your souls as you watched the warriors prepare to leave. You hugged your father soaking in his embrace, afraid it would be the last time you would ever feel his warmth. Afraid it would be your last goodbye to neteyam or last handshake with Lo’ak. Afraid your friend Tseo would end up like his beloved. The fears did not leave you, just like any other raid, you sat waiting for your loved ones too return. You did not feel joy as you looked up at the sky only dread as you awaited for their return praying that they still drew breath.

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in-your-reflection · 3 months

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Somewhere, beyond space and beyond time…

[TW: Domestic abuse, suicide]

A town of polished white stone sits stop an endless sea, buildings stacked upon buildings like a great pyramid, as if reaching up to touch the sky. Orange light covers the whole of it, glistening off the water and bathing the town in an eternal twilight.

Beneath a pure white gazebo, two youths sit across from each other, one bearing four arms and a flower in his hair, the other with horns and a patch over one eye. The table between them is covered in a lavish display of pastries - macarons, miniature tarts, financiers, mille-feuille - with an ornate tea set alongside them, with plenty of everything for the two to share.

To one side lies a chessboard, in the middle of a match, though some of its pieces are conspicuously missing. The white-clad boy adjusts its bishop, planting it near the center of the board.

"Checkmate." "Fuck you mean checkmate." "Look. It's threatening your king in both timeline A turn 7 and timeline C turn 9. You can't save them both."

The blond lifts his tea to his lips with his upper-right hand, lower-right taking another slice of tart while his upper-left lifts the knight.

"Yeah I can. It's turn 4."

The piece hits the board with a clack.

"…So you can. Impressive work, morning star." "What's this all about, anyway? This whole setup, the tea party. Clearly you're trying to win me over. Spill it." "But I just made this tea…" "The truth, not the tea." "Ah. Well, in truth…"

The teary-eyed boy bows his head, pony-tailed hair hanging over one shoulder.

"…I felt my apology was insufficient. I had hoped to find time for us to just…talk. Thus I asked you to make time for us. …I would have done so myself, had I the strength." "Your apology." Two arms fold over his chest with a skeptical twitch of an ear and a crisp bite into a macaron.

The boy in white pinches his single eye shut.

"…For everything. I have been…a horrible husband. For as much grief as I have caused you regarding your memory, I…was unable to control myself under the weight of my own."

The boy in black returns his teacup to the table with a click.

"Thousands of thousands of years, and you never once actually told me about your past. About what All was like before the universe we made."

He lets out a deep sigh.

"Why won't you just talk to me? What's with all this memory-erasing husband-beating doormat-act bullshit? Maybe if you would actually talk about what's been bothering you, we could work through it."

The gaze of that red eye would burn through steel, piercing directly into the fallen god's soul.

"You know what it looks like on my end? It looks like malice. You haven't bothered to give me any sort of justification for why you've been doing what you did, so the only logical conclusion is that despite how much you suck up to me, you actually want me to suffer." "I--" "Is that how you feel? Is that any way to treat the person who brought you back from the dead just so we could be together again? I could put you back. Your corpse is still there, you know. I can easily pay it another visit."

The sinner chokes back a breath.

"…But I won't. Cause despite everything, I do have some love for you still. And I know we could work something out. If you would just open your fucking mouth for once in your life."

Pale as a ghost, the ivory prince stares into his half-emptied teacup. The liquid quivers between his shaking hands.

"…Please. Put me back. I cannot continue--" "CUT THAT SHIT OUT ALREADY!"

Four hands slam against the table's edge, scattering treats across the sky, before they abruptly reverse in trajectory and gently resettle themselves back into formation on their platters.

"You can't just keep saying that you want to die every time you run into something uncomfortable! Sometimes you just have to open your fucking eye and face the reality in front of you. That's life, Ayin! That's what being alive is about!" "Prrh…mm…tlif…", a shaky voice mumbles in response. "WHAT? Speak up, dammit." "Perhaps I am not meant to live."

The eternal twilight comes to a gradual end, the moon rising to bathe the plaza in shadow. As if on cue, the one of shadow stands up, gazing down in silhouette as his glowing red gaze brands itself into his partner's mind.

The quiet lasts for what feels like an eternity. It may well have been, in the absence of time.

"If what you want is to suffer, then suffer." "What?"

A two-fingered gesture towards the fruit-covered tart in the center of the table, cuing the platter to rise up.

The knife takes flight. Gently, deliberately, moving to rest on the plate of the boy in white, blade towards his chest.

"…Lucifer, what does this mean?" "You know what to do. Do it. Right now. Like the coward you are."

He takes the knife in his hands. Holding it primed, ready to thrust.

Minutes pass. Hours. Days, perhaps. Who could possibly tell?

The newly-established night turns pitch black, not a thing in sight but that crimson gaze.

And in the black, metal clatters to the floor.

A boy's voice timidly speaks, sobbing into the cold midnight air.

"Okay…okay. I'll talk. I'll tell you everything. No half-truths, no tricks. I… I…!"

The night is cold, and lonely. One cannot face the darkness by oneself.

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knight-commander · 2 months

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WIP … WHENEVER

I know it’s not Wednesday anymore I just wanted to share this wip I’m working on. More Adrigo lore and backstory. For meee…

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Pain.

Untenable, unbearable.

Blinding white hot that split his jaw in two, that wreathed down every single notch of his spine, snagged on every single divot within him and pulled him apart at the seams. Breaking apart.

Put back together.

Light that creeps in; light he can’t open his eyes to see.

Pain.

4706 • Abadius • 13, Sunday

Days of slipping in and out of consciousness. Adrigo wasn’t sure which was worse; pain or oblivion. One was proof that he yet lived, and the other was an endless cry for it all to stop. Maybe the dead had been the lucky ones after all. All he could taste was blood and steel on his tongue as he stirred.

“Adrigo?” A familiar voice broke through the silence. He didn’t want to, but he forced his eyes open. Even blinking—to adjust to the light that flooded the room—hurt.

As his eyes adjusted, he quickly scanned his surroundings. Simple room—four walls, a door opposite and slightly to the right of him and his bed. A window parallel to him, judging from the way the light shone in, but he didn’t dare turn his head to confirm.

Sitting to his left, on a chair that had been dragged up to the edge of his bed, was a tiefling woman. Her skin was deep red and beautiful, and her yellow eyes gleamed with a rich emotion that he couldn’t quite parse. She wore the robes of a Signifier, but no helm; her black hair was coiled atop her head and in between two horns that spiraled like a ram’s. The streaks of gray in her hair and lines on her face spoke to her wisdom.

On her lap was a mask etched with lines that spiraled endlessly, and that was Adrigo’s final clue to her identity: Maralictor Ardana, Order of the Gate.

He stirred and moved again but a searing, white-hot agony rushed through him and sent him falling limp again in the bed; he wanted to scream but that would be worse. Speaking would be worse. Opening his jaw would be worse. He knew.

“Don’t move!” Ardana warned, and if he could speak, maybe he would tell her that her warning had come too late. Far too late. Days too late. “You’re safe. You’re being tended to in Senara. Your injuries are severe; we weren’t sure if you would pull through.” She wouldn’t look him in the eyes as she spoke.

And he couldn’t speak. He could do nothing else but look.

Taking a breath, Ardana continued. “You’ve been here for the past two days. A local cleric has been tending to your injuries, but your jaw is a complicated break and can’t be treated properly until we return you to the Citadel Gheradesca—another matter of complication, given that you’re in no fit state to travel.”

Adrigo raised an eyebrow as he waited for her to get to her point, but all that did was shoot another stab of pain through his forehead. No funny looks either, it seemed. He hissed, but it was more of a rattle in the back of his throat.

“Once we determine whether you are healthy enough to make the journey to Corentyn, we’ll…” Ardana trailed off with a heavy sigh, and she rubbed two taloned fingers over a furrow in her brow. “What happened? What happened out there? This was never supposed to…”

She suddenly reached out toward the bedside table; Adrigo couldn’t tell what was on it and didn’t care to look to find out. Before long, a sheaf of parchment was thrust into his lap along with a quill that bled ink. He grabbed the quill, although every muscle in his body screamed at him not to, and glared at Ardana.

“Please,” she begged, her hands clasped like a prayer. “If you remember anything, you need to—“

“What is this?” Another voice entered the fray, and Adrigo turned his eyes to see another tiefling woman standing in the doorway; she wore white robes, and her pale hair was meticulously pinned out of her face. Her voice was firm, and her eyes glared daggers at Ardana.

“Oh, Heidi,” Ardana looked immediately guilty. “I was just—“

“Harassing my patient?” Heidi demanded, and she cleared the room quickly to stand on Adrigo’s other side. A cool hand was pressed against his forehead, and only then did he feel any sort of relief. “It is the first time that he has been awake in days, and already you are questioning him!”

“Heidi, you don’t understand. The nature of our position is such that—“

“—that can wait!” The cleric snapped, vitriol surprising Adrigo. Still he scribbled something into the parchment that neither woman seemed to notice. “There is no saying for certain that he even remembers anything. The nature of his injuries are severe. You should be thanking whatever god you worship that he is alive.”

“But if he does remember something, it is imperative that we have it on record as some sort of corroborating evidence as to what happened,” Ardana seethed, but Adrigo could sense the desperation behind her anger.

“Ser Livianus,” Heidi cut in again. “You are not required to answer any questions posed to you. You need to rest, first and foremost.” Finally, she actually looked at him. “What are you writing?”

Ardana’s eyes flew to him as well. Despite the ache in his bones and the effort that it took to write just a few words, Adrigo furrowed his brow and turned the parchment so that they could read the shaky scrawl.

WHERE IS RUNA?

#lore….#back when Adrigo was still a hellknight #pwotr pals #oc: adrigo #hellknight #pwotr #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder #pathfinder 1e #cas writes

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sealed-family · 5 days

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Prompt:

The vessel had freed this odd woman from the depths of The wyrm's prison. Her carapace was black as night, and her eyes glowing an unnerving white

".....The time for waiting is over."

The woman whispered eerily before standing up and quickly walking towards the ghost.

"....I am your mother."

She whispered before suddenly disappearing into the shadows.

Shadow had fallen much farther, and much harder than its siblings the first time it had tried to leave the endless Abyss. Wherever it had fallen had left a permanent piece of its mask swallowed in Void, and one of its four arms severed.

It only remembers walking back into the main area of the Abyss, remembers suddenly being aware of the lifeless masks of Vessels more unlucky than it below its feet, remembers seeing the almost surprised look in its siblings eyes.

The second fall was better, it remembers landing where most of the other siblings had fallen, but there was then a moment of agony greater than it had ever felt before, and it awoke to another sibling missing, and two new siblings hatched from an egg long hidden.

The two new siblings took no note of the Vessel with half of its mask swallowed in darkness, and half of its eye no longer unseeing black but a near blinding white. They didn't seem bothered by the already hundreds of thousands of corpses surrounding them.

Instead, they seemed almost blank, painless, unburdened. They would race each other, try to get to different platforms faster than the other before climbing back down, and see how high they could jump.

The third fall left Shadow in a place it had never been before. It was so dark, so blindingly dark, and suffocatingly quiet. It couldn't move, one of its legs refused to heal. What is it supposed to do? What can it do?

There's a loud shriek, at least Shadow is pretty sure it's a shriek. It pierces through the shadow and silence, and suddenly Shadow can see things it never could before. There's the outlines of ledges and platforms, clear and distinct from the surrounding grey-black.

Next to it is the outline of something that's long and rigid and straight, just tall enough for it to use for its leg. Shadow crawls over to it, grabs the surprisingly cold thing, and stands up.

There's another shriek, to the left, and Shadow starts to make its way towards the sound. If another Vessel is down here, well, Shadow will protect its sibling.

It's hard to tell if its getting closer or not, since every single shriek is so loud, but they have to be getting close, right?

Its leg hurts.

Is it louder this time?

Where are you?

Shadow struggles up to another platform, and almost falls back off it when it sees the state of the figure at the top.

An almost wispy bug (they are called bugs, right?) lays atop multiple masks, their horns piercing through her carapace. There's a few thrown to the side, coated in black blood, probably the source of the screaming.

The bug doesn't seem to notice it, not that Shadow can see any eyes on her anyways. So Shadow shuffles closer, with the clunk clunk clunk of whatever is keeping it up not getting a response from her either.

Just as it gets within touching range, one of her many arms rips upwards, revealing a stained mask at the same time another terrifyingly loud shriek explodes out from her.

Shadow's legs collapse under it, and the pain from the hurt one almost blinds it. The shrieking ends, and Shadow looks back up to see the bug still again. It picks up its support, and moves over to better see the bug.

Most of the tips of the masks are in her thorax, with her abdomen mostly untouched. Shadow drops its support, leaning heavily on its working leg, and grabs the upper thorax of the bug.

She doesn't even flinch.

It throws its entire body weight backwards (she's so much lighter than it expected), and feels as the bug's body pops off the masks, causing the loudest shriek yet to come from her. Shadow blacks out.

"Wake."

Shadow opens its eyes to see a pair of blindingly white ones above it. Its leg doesn't hurt.

It shuffles backwards away from the eyes, and sees that they belong to the strange bug it saved.

She moves closer to it with strange, jerky movements, like she's not used to moving in her body. A few of her hands move up to caress the shadow-covered part of Shadow's shell, and makes multiple clicking noises.

There's a loud crashing noise from far above, and a sense of dread and finality fills Shadow. Her hands clench onto the Void horns protruding from the mask.

"The time for waiting is over."

Her voice is many, and it rings in Shadows head. Her hands retreat back to her side, and her eyes change places and shape. Shadow wants to know what she means so desperately.

She stands tall, taller than Shadow knew was possible. She blinks, eyes changing again. "I am your mother."

Her eyes close, and she disappears into the grey-black, and Shadow reaches up and touches the darkness of their mask. It's true, they know it. Something changed up there, and for the first time in their life, Shadow screams.

#hollow knight #sealed family writing #might start writing more shadow stuff if i find energy and time lol #i like this little guy....

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journeythroughjourneytothewest · 4 months

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Chapter 23 Recap: Tripitaka does not forget his origin; the Four Sages test the priestly mind

With all four pilgrims now having been “awakened to the suchness of all things,” the begin this chapter “free from the fetters of dust” and thus proceed westward “through countless green hills and blue waters; they saw wild grass and untended flowers in endless arrays.” They travel like this for an entire year, until one late evening in autumn the question is brought up as to where they shall spend the night. After some bickering between Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie over who should haul the luggage, the Monkey King reveals to the former marshal that the horse Tang Sanzang is riding is “originally the son of Aorun, the Dragon King of the Western Ocean,” and that Bodhisattva Guanyin had “appeared personally to take off his scales and horns and to remove the pearls around his neck. It was then that he changed into this horse to carry Master to worship Buddha in the Western Heaven.” Zhu Bajie, however, is unconvinced; he had “heard an ancient saying that a dragon can breathe out clouds and mists, kick up dust and dirt, and he even has the ability to leap over mountains and peaks, the divine power to stir up rivers and seas. How is it that he is walking so slowly at the moment?” Sun Wukong but declares that he’ll make Bai Longma move swiftly, and so “shook his golden-hooped rod once, and there were ten thousand shafts of colorful lights! When that horse saw the rod, he was so afraid that he might be struck by it that he moved his four legs like lightning and darted away,” not slowing until he had run “all the way up a mountain cliff.” “As his hands were weak” Tang Sanzang had been unable to restrain Bai Longma, but the terrified monk did manage to stay on the dragon-horse’s back. His new vantage point also allows him to see “several stately buildings” in the distance.

The other three pilgrims are quick to join their shifu, with Sun Wukong expressing surprise that the monk “didn’t fall off the horse?” After some more bickering Tang Sanzang suggests that they might ask for shelter at what at the distance appears to be a small village. Yet as the Monkey King’s “Fiery Eyes and Golden Pupils” allow him to see the truth of the world, he’s able to tell that these structures were “covered by auspicious clouds and hallowed mists. He knew then that this place had to be a creation of buddhas or immortals, but he dared not reveal the Heavenly secret.”

Upon reaching the buildings, Tripitaka is quick to dismount and tell his disciples, especially Sun Wukong, that they must “behave with circumspection” and wait for someone to come out so that they could “request lodging politely.” They wait for a long time without success, and so an impatient Monkey King leaps up from where he had been seated at the foot of a gate and runs inside. There he finds three hallways adorned with all kinds of riches, as well as a “middle-aged woman who asked in a seductive voice, ‘Who are you, that you dare enter a widow’s home without permission.” Sun Wukong is so “taken aback” that he can only tell this woman about the pilgrim’s mission and their request for shelter in a murmur. This seemingly rich and wealthy widow invites the party in with a smile, and it is only after receiving her permission that Tripitaka, Sha Wujing, and Zhu Bajie enter. Zhu Bajie in particular is interested in their host, and keeps shooting her “furtive, wanton glances.”

After exchanging greetings and moving into the main hall, the pilgrims are served tea in white-jade cups. Their host then tells the pilgrims that Her “maiden surname is Jia (Unreal), and the surname of my husband’s family is Mo (Nonexisting).” She goes on to tell them that after her in-laws died, she and her husband had inherited an ancestral fortune of “more than ten thousand taels of silver and over fifteen thousand acres of prime land.” They also had three daughters before her husband died, but mother and daughters are now left in a state where they have “no other relatives…to inherit our vast property and land…We are delighted, therefore, that the four of you have arrived, for we four, mother and daughters, would like very much to ask you to become our spouses.”

Tripitaka is immediately struck “deaf and dumb” at hearing this proposal, and remains silent no matter how much the widow tries to tempt him with descriptions of her vast wealth or her daughter’s intelligence and beauty. Indeed, such words but make the Tang monk act “like a child struck by lightning, a fog smitten by rain. With eyes bulging and rolling upward, he could barely keep himself from keeling over in his chair.” Zhu Bajie, however, “could hardly quell the unbearable itch in his heart!” Finally, the pig asks his shifu how he could “completely ignore what the lady has been saying to you,” to which Tripitaka “gave such a hostile shout that Eight Rules backed away hurriedly. ‘You curse beast! he bellowed. ‘We are people who have left home. How can we possibly allow ourselves anymore to be moved by riches and tempted by beauty?”

The widow but giggles at this show of anger and proceeds to engage in a short debate with the Tang monk over whether it��s better to “leave home” as a monk or “remain at home” as a citizen. Tripitaka does allow that it is “undeniably a good life” to “enjoy riches and glory; you have things to eat, clothes to wear, and children by your side.” And yet, as he states through poetry, only those whose minds are enlightened won’t have to face the “rot [of] age, one stinking bag of flesh!” The widow grows “terribly angry” at hearing this, and further insists that even if Tripitaka had “received the commandments and made the vow never to return to secular life, at least one of your followers could become a member of our family.”

Intimidated, Tang Sanzang first asks Sun Wukong to join the family as a husband. Yet the Monkey King proclaims that he’s “been completely ignorant in such matters since the time I was young,” and suggests that Zhu Bajie stay instead. For all his staring, the former marshal refuses. Tripitaka finally asks Sha Wujing to follow the widow’s wishes, but the sand monk declares that he would “never engage in such perfidious activities!” A now thoroughly angered widow “quickly walked behind the screen and slammed the door to the rear. Master and disciples were left outside, and no one came out again to present tea or rice.”

Exasperated at their loss of food and shelter, Zhu Bajie starts berating Tang Sanzang, as the monk had “ruined all our chances by the way you spoke! You could have been more flexible and given her a vague reply so that she would at least have given us a meal.” Yet soon Sha Wujing and Sun Wukong are encouraging the marshal-turned-pig to stay, as “you will no doubt be given a huge dowry and a nice banquet to greet the kinsfolk, which all of us can also enjoy.” This is also apparently the first time the sand monk learns of Zhu Bajie’s history as “the son-in-law of Mr. Gao of the Old Gao Village.” Sha Wujing and Sun Wukong continue to encourage their swinish companion to accept the widow’s offer, but Zhu Bajie keeps refusing, and even states that “Each one of us is tempted, but you only want old Hog to be embarrassed. The proverb says, ‘A monk is the preta [in Buddhism a restless ghost incessantly tortured by hunger and thirst] of sensuality,’ and which one of us can truly say that he doesn’t want this?” The former marshal then declares his intention to graze Bai Longma and pulls the dragon horse outside. Sun Wukong, sensing mischief, tells Sha Wujing to keep Tang Sanzang company while he follows the pig yaoguai. Tripitaka allows this, but asks the Monkey King to not ridicule Zhu Wuneng. The monkey pilgrim agrees, and changes into a red dragonfly to go after the wayward swine.

Believing he had given his shifu and fellow disciples the slip, Zhu Bajie chases Bai Longma to the back of the house, where he finds the widow and her daughters admiring some chrysanthemums. The girls slip inside the house at the sight of the pig yaoguai, but Zhu Wuneng is able to make his case to the widow, telling her that even though he is “somewhat ugly,” he would make a good husband as he “can work quite diligently.” The widow tells him that if “there’s no great inconvenience, we’ll take you,” but she needs to discuss the matter more with her daughters first. Zhu Bajie then leads Bai Longma back to the front of the house, but he’s beaten there by the Monkey King, who heard the whole exchange and immediately tattles on the pig yaoguai, though Tripitaka “did not know whether to believe him or not.” The monkey goes on to hint to Zhu Bajie that he knows what the pig did when he comes back, which puts the former marshal in a quiet mood. Yet his embarrassment is accompanied by the widow and her three daughters Zhenzhen, Aiai, and Lianlian welcoming the scripture pilgrims into their home, their beauty so great that “Tripitaka lowered his head and folded his hands in front of him, while the Great Sage became mute and Sha Monk turned away completely. But look at that Zhu Eight Rules! With eyes unblinking, a mind filled with lust, and passion fast rising, he murmured huskily, ‘What an honor it is to have the presence of you immortal ladies!” The widow then asks the pilgrims which one of them “shall be betrothed to my daughters,” and Sha Wujing tells her that Zhu Bajie will. The former marshal protests and says they should “discuss the matter further,” but Sun Wukong states that there’s nothing to discuss since Zhu Wuneng had “already made all the arrangements with [the widow] at the back door, and even call her ‘Mama.’” The Monkey King continues to force the issue even while Zhu Bajie continues to protest, and even “caught hold of Eight Rules with one hand and pulled at the woman with the other, saying, ‘Mother-in-law, take your son-in-law inside.” The former marshal is hesitant to go but does eventually follow the widow, while the rest of the pilgrims are treated to a vegetarian dinner and guest rooms to spend the night.

After being led through numerous “doorways and chambers with tall thresholds, causing him constantly to stumble and fall,” Zhu Bajie finally makes it into the inner chamber of the house. There, the widow tells him that she’s yet to decide which of her daughters to give to the pig yaoguai as a bride, as she fears that whatever choice she makes will leave the other two girls offended. Zhu Bajie suggests that she “give them all to me,” as this will spare her “a lot of bickering that can destroy the harmony of the family,” that its very common to “have three or four concubines nowadays,” and that as he had “learned how to be long-lasting in the arts of love,” even if she had “a few more daughters, I’ll gladly take them all…You can be assured that I’ll render satisfactory service to every one of them.” The widow, however, states that his plan is “no good.” Instead, she tells Zhu Bajie to take her large handkerchief and “blindfold yourself…I’m going to ask my daughters to walk past you, and the one you can catch with your hands will be betrothed to you.” The former marshal agrees to this plan, but soon finds that he “could not grab a single one of them.” He’s soon left “Fumbling and tumbling around…sitting on the floor with a bruised head and a swollen mouth.”

The widow tells the complaining pig yaoguai that her daughters weren’t intentionally evading his grasp, but that each was deferring to the other “so that each may take you.” Zhu Bajie proposes that the widow marries him instead if her daughters are unwilling, but she suggests instead that the former marshal try on the silk undershirts that each of her daughters had made, and that he will marry the one whose shirt fits him best. Zhu Bajie agrees, and even declares that if they “all fit me, they can all have me.” Yet no sooner had the pig yaoguai tried on the first undershirt when “he suddenly fell to the floor. The undershirt, you see, had changed into several pieces of rope which had him tightly bound. As he lay there in unbearable pain, the women vanished.”

In the meantime, the rest of the pilgrims wake up and discover that “all the noble house and buildings had vanished…for the truth of the matter was that they had all been sleeping in a forest of pines and cedars. Tang Sanzang and Sha Wujing are panicked at this turn of events, but Sun Wukong is able to quickly assure them that the “women of that household happened to be some bodhisattvas from somewhere, who had waited for us to teach us a lesson. They must have left during the night, but unfortunately Zhu Eight Rules has to suffer.” And indeed, they find a slip of paper on an old cedar tree that show who these bodhisattvas were and why the pig yaoguai was punished for “loving things mundane.” The group also soon hear Zhu Bajie crying for Tang Sanzang to “Save me, please! I’ll never dare do this again!” Even though Sun Wukong suggests that they not “bother about him” and that they should “leave now,” Tripitaka says that though “Idiot is stupid and mischievous…he is at least fairly honest, and he has arms strong enough to carry the luggage. Let’s have some regard for the Bodhisattva’s earlier intention, let’s rescue him so that he may continue to follow us.” And so, not knowing “what sort of good or evil was in store for the Idiot,” this chapter concludes.

#jtjttw chapter recap #journey to the west #xiyouji #jttw #sun wukong #monkey king #tang sanzang #tripitaka #zhu bajie #sha wujing #jttw reading group #jttw book club

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