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astonmartinii · 21 days

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fatherhood looks good on you | george russell social media au

pairing: george russell x fem albon reader

there comes a point in the relationship where you take it to the next level

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

- part of the brother's best friend series -

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yourusername: looking so good i want to give you a baby

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user1: WHAT

user2: we really be saying anything on the internet these days

alexalbon: SHUT THE FUCK UP THE LITERAL ONLY RULE OF THIS RELATIONSHIP WAS THAT YOU KEEP THIS SHIT TO YOURSELVES

yourusername: gosh a girl can't have baby fever in peace these days

alexalbon: unless that baby is coming by stork you can put that talk on hold real fast

yourusername: just because lily is busy does not mean you have to take it out on me and george

georgerussell63: alex is it illegal for a man to be handsome?

alexalbon: if it's illegal to be handsome, you'd have the cleanest record known to man

yourusername: STOP RIGHT THERE DIDN'T YOU KNOW THAT LYING IS A SIN

alexalbon: i'm not going to say YOUR boyfriend is hot, no.

yourusername: just because i got in there first 🙄

user3: i don't think she's serious but also george with a baby is just too cute not to happen

user4: george is the perf instagram boyf like he's so ready to pose

landonorris: well that definitely is something we all want to know

yourusername: i know you would LOVE to know ALL the details norris

georgerussell63: she's never going to let your crush go lando, you gotta just hold it

landonorris: i was THIRTEEN

yourusername: you don't love me anymore? 😕

landonorris: i don't know why i always get in these arguments with you

user5: i love how george just instigates things for y/n lmao

user6: your boyfriend should always support your mess

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georgerussell63: fatherhood is a different beast

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user8: alright i am so confused

user9: there's no way y/n can actually be pregnant i saw her down at least three pornstar martinis in hospitality this weekend

alexalbon: this better be a joke or i'm gonna kick you so hard you get a free non-reversible vasectomy

yourusername: stop the violence!

alexalbon: THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR GLEE REFERENCES

yourusername: someone is channelling some serious sue vibes right now

georgerussell63: let it be known i like my reproductive systems the way they are

alexalbon: that's kind of the point of a threat, you aren't supposed to want it

yourusername: he likes threats if they come from the right person

alexalbon: i am about one more comment away from knocking down your hotel room door and throwing george from the balcony

yourusername: and deprive our child from a father... alex i expected better from you

alexalbon: that's it i'm on my way

georgerussell63: @mercedesamgf1 PLEASE PROTECT ME I AM PRECIOUS CARGO

user10: these bitches got me actually combing through tiktoks and hospitality menus to see if y/n was actually drinking

user11: i'm gonna be real angry if this is all a big joke

user12: i know kimi antonelli is young but this is NAWT the way to announce him for 2025

charles_leclerc: guys i need you to spell everything out i am confused

georgerussell63: no can do charles you gotta follow the breadcrumbs just like everyone else

yourusername: it's right there sharl

charles_leclerc: actually alex, wait, i'm coming with you these hoes are annoying me

landonorris: don't forget me

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yourusername: our baby is here!

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user15: A CAT?

user16: i just knew george russell would be a ragdoll girl

georgerussell63: they were right i AM a girl dad

yourusername: finally dilf status

georgerussell63: a title i do not take lightly

yourusername: i can confirm libido has gone UP since becoming parents!

landonorris: shut THE FUCK UP

yourusername: you'll understand in time lando

georgerussell63: you just found yourself at the bottom of the babysitting list

landonorris: i don't want to look after it

yourusername: IT? IT? HOW DARE YOU?

georgerussell63: she can hear you lando that's so disrespectful :(

landonorris: ??? i'm not saying sorry to a cat over instagram comment

georgerussell63: expect the same courtesy when i take you out first corner next weekend

user17: i fear that was not a threat but a promise from george

user18: it's kinda hot

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alexalbon: NEW ALBON PETS LORE AND NONE OF YOU TOLD ME

yourusername: ella can't wait to meet the gang

alexalbon: no offence but ella is kinda a shit name

yourusername: short for mozzarella

alexalbon: i take it back

georgerussell63: cause she's the lil pearl of our life

alexalbon: i love her already

user19: so we went through all this tomfoolery for a cat? a cat called mozzarella?

user20: you have to agree it's iconic

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alexalbon: i knew @albon_pets would get george at some point

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user22: i love how alex became the chill guy again after it was revealed he was not yet an uncle

georgerussell63: hard on the yet

alexalbon: too soon george

user23: the albon pets signature of approval is a bigger sign that george is in the gamily than if he actually proposed to y/n

user24: they've got a baby now he's an albon

yourusername: horsey is going to kick off over having to share george with me and mozzie

albon_pets: bring it on - horsey

yourusername: alex i'm not arguing with you pretending to be horsey, this ain't roscoe and lewis

lewishamilton: rude

roscoelovescoco: meanie

yourusername: did you just call me mean as your dog?

lewishamilton: you were extra mean

yourusername: fine lets let mozzie and roscoe scrap it out at silverstone - she's got the sass of both me and george btw x

lewishamilton: stay AWAY FROM MY DOG

user25: the merc garage gonna be a whole petting zoo at silverstone i can't

user26: you wanna catch up with red bull? sell meet and greet tickets to the petting zoo

maxverstappen1: this is my official invitation to a play date with jimmy and sassy

yourusername: WE'LL BE THERE

maxverstappen1: is mozzarella civilised?

georgerussell63: of course my child has manners?

maxverstappen1: you crash into people all the time, i had to check

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user27: y/n wearing mozzarella in a baby harness i need to be put down

user28: that really is their child oh my

yourusername: make our baby proud georgie

georgerussell63: anything for you two xx

alexalbon: why do i never get these nice comments

yourusername: they're transmitted through our genes x

yourusername: also george more important 👍🏻

alexalbon: i'm literally your brother? your flesh and blood?

yourusername: george cuter

georgerussell63: can't argue with that

alexalbon: well of course he is this ain't alabama. (sorry logan)

logansargent: i'm from florida?

yourusername: even worse, my condolences

georgerussell63: can we get back to talking about how dashing i am?

yourusername: yes!

alexalbon: NO. SAY GOOD LUCK Y/N

yourusername: good luck y/n

alexalbon: what if i crash and you never said good luck, think about it y/n

yourusername: good luck alex (you're an asshole for weaponising the sport (and you being shit at it))

user29: i think i had about three strokes trying to follow this argument

user30: poor logan is just a victim of the albons at this point

landonorris: have a baby and forget about the rest of us, i see how it is

yourusername: you will never measure up to mozzie lando i hope you know that

georgerussell63: what y/n means is that i love my friends, but a child is a gift from god

landonorris: it's a cat. she can't even talk

yourusername: and yet she makes better points than you, makes you think

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user31: mozzarella is so big already 🥹

user32: maybe i'm worse than them cause i'm attached to mozzie as well

georgerussell63: no one else i'd rather be cat parents to

yourusername: you're such a romantic

georgerussll63: such a pleasure to take this next step with the love of my life

yourusername: i love you more

georgerussell63: not possible

alexalbon: you being gross about mozzie was better than what ever the fuck this is

yourusername: @lilymunhe does he not treat you right?

lilymunhe: he's a romantic really, he's just exhausting the protective big brother act until george finally proposes

alexalbon: sue me

maxverstappen1: still waiting on the play date ...

yourusername: monaco?

maxverstappen1: done

yourusername: jimmy, sassy and ella will be like the charlie's angles reincarnated

georgerussell63: can't wait for you to see her IMPECCABLE manners

maxverstappen1: okay princess george

yourusername: hey only i can call george princess

maxverstappen1: you keep that to yourself

user33: disappointed that with all the tomfoolery around mozzie that there was no maternity photoshoots

yourusername: oh do not give me a challenge...

fin.

note: NEW SERIES ALERT? i'll create a masterlist after i post this. i hope you enjoyed, this one is more of a tame brother's best friend take but dw they can get more beefy and more sassy - send me any pairings you might like to see! thanks for reading x

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 social media au #f1 #george russell instagram au #george russel imagine #george russel x reader #george russell #george russell imagine #george russell x reader #george russell fluff

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queenendless · 6 months

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😷🤒Sick Day(Adult!SatoSugu x Sick!Fem!Reader)🤒😷

A/N: Yep this is part of that SatoSugu Teacher AU alongside Moving Day and Nights.

Also, announcement. I have smut writing fatigue after just putting out one and I'm down with a cold right now. So that vampire AU gang bang piece is happening next month. I'm so sorry for this yall. Thanks though to everyone who commented on that and helped me decide.

But I will hopefully be posting a JJK Halloween piece to make up for it. A headcannon/ imagined scenario where the JJK cast celebrate Halloween with my ideal fave pairings in couples costumes and such in this what if AU. And yas it gonna be SatoSugu x Fem or GN reader, idk on that part yet.

All credit for JJK and its characters goes to the madman that is Gege.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy!

Your throat feels raw.

Your nose feels stuffy.

And you kept coughing every few minutes.

You should have figured spotting a curse forming from a virus epidemic happening in the hotel across the street would pose a high ass risk of getting infected yourself.

But as a Window, it was your job, as life risking as it was.

The more people inside and around the building got infected, the Grade 4 grew closer to Grade 3. If it kept up, dozens upon hundreds would die.

"Ijichi-san. Disease curse. Transitioning from Grade 4 to Grade 3. Requesting sorcerer help here immediately." You struggled speaking over the phone as you kept coughing, dispatching the address to him, seeing the revolting curse grow in size as its toxic presence spilled, tripping as you tried keeping your distance.

Your head was pounding and you could barely focus as Ijichi-san panicked on his end.

"L/n-san!? L/N-SAN!"

In a moment of ailment, you dropped your phone, causing it to disconnect from the impact.

You were barely able to keep a grip on your phone or walk without faltering as you felt more drained with each passing moment. You blinked a lot as you tried staying alert, stumbling before collapsing against a parked empty vehicle on the street, sliding down to your bum just to rest your aching head against your knees, hugging your legs to your chest.

That curse's smogs began spreading down the streets, into traffic, and nearby occupied establishments.

Believing help wouldn't get here in time through the systematic process, you opted for your wild card, shakily picking up your now cracked screen device.

"Toru. Curse problem. Get here ASAP. Please." Texting the address in your feverish haste, you pressed send before curling in on yourself, welcoming sleep to rest your aching self.

In just under the next few minutes — more like moments — you felt a boom in the cursed energy atmosphere, that curse no longer being sensed. At last, it was done.

The shift from freezing metal to cozy soft fabric stirred you awake a bit. Along with the feel of solid warm arms draped around your shoulders and under your knees. Those big smooth hands squeezing your shoulder and your kneecap had you tugging weakly on the front of that top, pressing your face against your makeshift pillow, struggling to open your eyes as your hearing painted the picture for you in the meantime.

"A majority will spend weeks recuperating. The ones closest to the cause will spend months in the hospital at best. Still though, no casualties. Thank you for the help." High chances it was one of the many medics on site for post cleanup.

"You can thank the young woman here for that. She was the first responder, after all. I'll tend to her recovery myself. Sayonara." You know that voice right away, even when he was muffled, relaxing further in his hold.

"This cold isn't going away anytime soon. Too bad reversed cursed techniques don't make the common cold go away." Your half lidded eyes still had him swooning at how frail and precious you were in his arms.

You murmured, noticing him in his black long sleeved top, matching sweatpants, and face mask with the blindfold. "Blindfolded giant." That's when you realized a face mask was put on you as well, your muffled coughs hitting cloth.

You could already picture him beaming, grinning, as he laughed a bit.

"Correction. Your blindfolded giant, darling~ Now then, let's get you home."

°•○•°•○•°•○•°

Geto typing away on his computer, working on his latest reports.

Gojo straddling his lap, hugging him as he napped against his dear best friend slash hubbie.

The former smiling fondly at the motion before picking up where he left off was their situation before both men's phones began vibrating and ringing.

"Geto-san! L/n-san has reported a disease curse spotting! But she was cut off before I could get further details!"

"She just texted me the location." The sleepiness was wiped away, replaced with firm seriousness, as Gojo started getting off of him to get some shoes on.

"Ijichi-san, do not fret. Satoru will handle the curse." Geto calmly responded over the phone before speaking concerningly to his snowy-haired hubbie. "Toru, bring a face mask in case the affected area reaches where you land post teleport."

Said man smooched his hubbie in kind before slipping on the black face mask to match his current apparel. "Wait up for us, Sugu~"

Seeing you both back, teleporting into your home office, Suguru smooched Satoru the moment he took that face mask right off. Pressing the back of his palm against your forehead to double check for a fever, Suguru's dismay was warranted.

So being there when you awoke from your fever dream tucked in the middle of your guys' giant bed meant Suguru patting your now sweating forehead with a wet rag, you trembling from chills raking your skin followed by feeling warmer the next minute as you coughed into a tissue he handed to you.

"Well dearest, you've got yourself a nasty cold here." Suguru noted with a gray face mask on as well, seated by you on his side of the bed.

"Ah bah." Your raspy spat earned you a cough into your fist before you were offered a filled up water bottle by Satoru who was sitting behind you on his side; blindfold off but face mask back on.

"Welp, I exorcized the curse and brought your cute self back here. Plus I got that report to work on in your precious stead. So you're welcome." He gently ran his fingers through your hair to ease you in whatever way he could.

"Thank you Toru." You slowly sat up and were then handed some cold pills by Suguru to down some water with. "Thank you Sugu."

"Now that we've made our home Ground Zero, you are hereby confined to this room. Drink plenty of fluids. Take your medicine. Get lots of rest. Do you hear me, young lady?" Suguru's smart ass tone made you pout.

"Yes mom." You murmured raspy.

Satoru snorted behind his face mask to which Suguru whacked him in the shoulder across from him with narrowed eyes. "At least Megumi and the twins are living in the dorms now and Tsumiki was able to convince her classmate to stay at her place for a while. Meaning we three have the place to ourselves~"

"Does that mean … I have to sleep by myself?" You whimpered, cracking their resolve. "Neither the Gojo Geto bears, nor the Gojo Geto cats, not even the Gojo Geto giant round plushies can substitute for the real deal." You moped, pointing at said custom made toys lined up on the window seat on the far side of the room.

"Aww, Suguru, how can we deny our lovely sweetheart the company of her valiant handsome knights in the flesh, huh~!?" Satoru dramatized his own cries, muffled though.

Suguru sighed, consigning. "At least one of us should. Who else will be teaching the first years in the meantime?"

"Round robin, then? Last one left standing tends to that noble martyr and gets our dear sweetheart to be their own personal nurse in the end … huh …" That hum and those inquiring eyes could only bode mischief. "I volunteer Suguru to go first!"

"Not gonna happen, Satoru." He immediately denied.

"But to be fed by, bathed by and be doted on by our angel is heaven sent~!" Satoru gushed.

"Which is why you shouldn't be the only one getting that special treatment!" Suguru being jealous at possibly being left out on that.

"Hey!" Your strained shout ends in a coughing fit, curled up in bed, sniffling to which Suguru hands you a big enough tissue to blow your nose in. "I'm dying here."

"Hmm … Yu could fill in." Satoru suggested.

"He is working as a teaching aid part time. And he did say he could help out whenever we needed it." Suguru added.

"Plus Nanamin is on a business trip for the week~ He'll need something to do while waiting for his beloved's return~!" Satoru teased.

"That settles it then." Suguru was smirking behind that mask, you could just tell.

"How lucky you are, darling, to have the strongest duo be your own personal nurses~" Satoru was so smirking his ass off.

"Even though you'll literally get sick of me?" You shyly asked, squeezing your bottle, apprehensive.

"We have strong ass immune systems, Y/n. Comes with over a decade of immense training." Satoru prided on, kissing your flushed cheek.

"If we can risk ourselves in the face of death as sorcerers, this is nothing." Suguru assured, kissing your other flushed cheek. "I'll call Haibara."

"I'll start up a bath for us all. Thank you big ass bathtubs." Satoru clapped to that.

"What do I do?" Even when sick, tilting your head and batting those eyes made the duo smooch your lips at once.

"Just be a good little patient for us, alright, honey?" God that wink of Suguru's left you more hot than usual as he walked off to make that call.

"Besides, being sick with you means being granted a sick leave and getting paid for it! Ah, thank you, my darling sweetheart~!" Satoru did hug you, nuzzle his face in your hair, and left you a wheezing mess.

"Y - You're w - welcome!"

Well, on the bright side, at least you'll all be sick together.

Snuggled in bed, among discarded tissues, wrappers of cough drops, and smooshed in one big embrace of entangled limbs while binging nothing but sitcoms, movies, and anime.

You would eventually get better in a week's time then later tend to your two enamored, affectionate partners and get them back into tip top shape.

But until then, being in their cozy arms, sleeping smack dabbed in between them, that might as well be the key on your quick road to recovery.

The SatoSugu cure, indeed!

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shourin · 2 years

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Bruh

Reverse isekai au crackhead brainrot thoughts. The characters greatest enemies are angst fics of themselves x reader or whatever you save or bookmark in your device that they somehow found out.

Imagine that reader is an angst lover. Some fics depicts the characters as ooc but it’s for the plot. And reader can appreciate a good plot.

It’s feels weird for the characters at first. Reading about themselves but still they persist because they’re curious of what would happen next. Curiosity kills the cat tho.

They are immediately horrified once they read that certain angsty part which they will then have a violent outburst on how unrealistic it was and how they wouldn’t do that to reader EVER(Childe and some others). Some may even appear catatonic in pure shock and horror(Xiao and Diluc). Others will sought out reader and started telling them they won’t do that ever and started begging for them to stop reading those type of things(Kazuha, Zhongli, venti and some)

Child deleting reader’s bookmarks and acting innocent when reader ask him about it.

Meanwhile Xiao would just grabbed onto reader’s sleeve, trauma evident in his eyes as he firmly but weakly said “I would never ignore your calls and left you for dead even after a petty argument.”

Reader: pardon????

Then there’s Zhongli who would confront reader about that particular story about how he supposedly see his current s/o as a replacement for Guizhong.

“My love, Guizhong is merely a dear friend of mine. Please understand that my feelings for you are as unwavering as the rock we-“

“Wait hold on, what?!”

Some of them will be a menace, others will be too traumatized to speak and just look for reader for comfort and the other will go on this poetic tangent on how their love is eternal and unbreakable as bedrock or something. Venti however will ugly cry and begged at your feet to not believe this blasphemy about his love towards you.

“Don’t ever *hic* *sobs* ever EVER *sobs some more* doubt m-my*hic* loveE FOR YO-*wails* YOU!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME!!*sobs uncontrollably* THEY DONT EVEN ACT LIKE ME AT ALL!!! I DONT KNOW THOSE VENTIS!! THEY DONT EXIST!!*wails*”

“Of course they don’t, they’re just fiction.”

Reader would be spending the rest of the day comforting a hysterical venti.

Meanwhile there are those that acknowledges it as fictional and Amgen even impress at the plot line.

In conclusion, angsty stories would leave this poor characters traumatize or highly amuse.

I'M WHEEZING THIS IS SO GOOD NONNIE I TRIED BUT I DON'T THINK I CAN ADD ANYTHING TO IT CAUSE IT'S ALREADY PERFECT SFLJSLDKFJ

ok ok ok ok but hear me out.... what if.... what if the angst fics the reader likes are those where the reader dies? def not projecting here lol nonono

ALSO bonus point if they read it on your pc/laptop and you have those browser extensions where it auto-replaces [name] with your actual name. they would be so scared/confused/wary because wait wtf how did this fiction thing know your name wait wHAT IF IT'S A PROPHECY OF SOME KIND OR LIKE AN ALTERNATE REALITY OR IT DESCRIBES WHAT HAPPENED IN A DIFFERENT WORLD OR-

.... you get the gist.

also taking this opportunity to recommend some good good angst where reader dies come cry with me:

★彡 KISS ME WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED. by @/seelestia

Death and Regrets series by @/primofate

go give them some love and don't tell them i sent you

ps. if you want to be removed/added from the taglist, just send an ask or dm me!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #rin writes #rin answers

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perpetualexistence · 3 months

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Me? Come up with an idea for a fic based on a reblog chain with @total-drama-brainrot? It's more likely than you think.

I can't help but imagine Alejandro does try to use unconditional love/affection as a new emotional manipulation tactic against his brother José...except doing so ends up opening the can of worms that is their fucked up relationship as it forces both of them to self reflect on it. Featuring Carlos getting himself involved and that opening a whole different can of unresolved trauma. Also featuring Team CIRRRH showing at least one, possible three idiots what actual healthy sibling dynamics look like.

When will I write this fic? Uh....

...It'll happen when it happens. I'll probably just focus on getting everything I have out about the Sea Monster AU before going into writing any actual fic in too much detail. More is coming I swear, editing my ADHD-possessed rambles into something cohesive and more fleshed than I originally planed.

That first story post? Originally I was just supposed to copy and paste a single paragraph I already had written out about Noah and Alejandro's first meeting and the subsequent reversing of tables. Instead I ended up building lore for the unnamed town Noah lives in (names are hard, watch that be literally the last thing I come up with), foreshadowing Alejandro's true intentions, and writing one of the scenes that the whole AU was based off of.

The writing session was incredible. And I can now see places where I can still improve my work as I'm understanding how editing works. It also led to me getting exactly three hours of sleep because I had work the next day. There's got to be a better balance here. Part 2: Noah Makes a Deal With an Eel gets here when I semi-find a balance. (Also, I literally just came up with that name as I was typing and I'm rather proud of myself.

ANYWAYS, if you are curious about any of the other aus, please do ask. They range from me having paragraphs of ideas to having a single sentence of an idea. I'd love to bounce ideas off of people rather than hold my IRL best friend who's never watched Total Drama in her life hostage. (Don't worry, she holds me hostage over explaining Dislyte ideas when I've never played it before. It's Mutual Stockholm Syndrome.)

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katthekatt · 2 months

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I know it's already a thing, but here is my take on a Saren/Nihlus reverse AU because I really wish we could see more of both of them. Spoilers for the whole Mass Effect 1.

Okay, so Saren, while on the Normandy, is cocky and doesn't believe Shepard is fit to be a Specter, although he does see them as capable based on their background. I still want Saren and Anderson to be the ones with history between each other, so while on the ship, both of them are very passive aggressive towards each other much like in the scene in front of the council with Saren being accused. Saren is dismissive of Anderson and thinks this whole thing is a joke while Anderson is at his wits end trying not to punch the turian for Shepard's sake. The rest of the crew pretty much dislikes Saren because of the way he acts, but agree he is all that because he can back it up.

On Eden Prime Saren is like Nihlus quick to run on his own because he believes the humans will slow him down. And while Shepard's part is much the same with some jabs between them and Saren when they get updates on each other, Saren's part as Nihlus is a bit different. When he recognizes Nihlus, he is more careful and doesn't turn his back on him and actually gets to fight him. This is due to Saren's more careful/paranoid nature, which ultimately saves his life, but he is still overwhelmed, and when Shepard gets to him, he is in critical condition. Everything proceeds normal after that, with Nihlus getting to the beacon and then Shepard breaking it.

For the first ark on the Citadel, Saren is in a coma due to his injuries, and Shepard has to fight with the Council to show Nihlus' part in this only for them to be dismissed. There is also a subplot of Saren being almost assassinated, which is where he can die for the first time in the game. If Shepard lets Saren die, it's because of Tali that Nihlus is revealed to be working with Matriarch Benezia and the geth. If Saren is saved, he wakes up on time to crash the council meeting while they are presenting the evidence against Nihlus and backs it up. Before departing from the Citadel but after talking with Anderson, with him revealing his history with Saren, Saren shows up, and you can recruit him. If you don't recruit him, he helps you from the side with connections. Saren also goes on his own to hunt for Nihlus while you are, and you run into him on several occasions. A consequence of not recruiting Saren ends up in special dialog in the second game with him already knowing about the collectors because of already being on his own investigating.

If you take him in your crew, you can find him on the bridge next to the galaxy map. Some of his special dialogs are about becoming a Specter, about Anderson, The council, and about Nihlus. Like Wrex and Garrus, he has a special mission related to a Specter investigation he had prior to being assigned to oversee you. In the beginning, he is closed off and seemingly annoyed about Shepard talking to him, but with the story's progression, his respect for you grows, and he is much more open for when you talk with him.

Taking him on Noveria has him recognized as a Specter, and entering is much easier. While traveling to the facility like Liara, he can talk about Matriarch Benezia, and when you have both of them on your team, they have a unique dialog about her. With fighting the rachni, he recognizes what they are and gives little comments like "Those were.. no, I'm probably mistaken" kind of lines. With the confrontation with Benezia, Saren speaks up about how low she has fallen. He seems unapologetic even when it's revealed she has been mind controlled. He is highly against letting the Rachni Queen go and berates you if you choose to spare her.

On Feros, if you take him, he is less concerned about the civilians and cares more about getting the mission done, so you experience a bit of what Anderson had to deal with. Saren is all for you to kill Matriarch Benezia's soldier when she is off of the Thorian's control. He again berates you if you spare her. When having to fight the civilians, he seems to have to issue with killing them before Joker mentions the gas granades. At the end of the mission, Shepard confronts him about his lack of care for the loss of civilian life and mention what Anderson told them. This is the second time Saren can die, this time at your hand, because if the argument escalates, he draws a gun on you. This conversation has a lasting effect on your relationship with him, even in the later games.

On Virmire, he has special dialog when confronting Nihlus and him almost being killed when trying to shoot him down. Other than that, he just comments on how capable captain Kirrahe and his team are.

Before the final assault on Ilos, Shepard and Saren have a talk, he comments on how he now sees Shepard if quite fit to be a Specter and that he was wrong about them after seeing them in action. If you take him with you on Ilos, he has a weird feeling about the place, and with the reveal at the end, he is quite surprised like everyone. With confronting Nihlus at the end, his choice words are influenced by your talk of Feros depending on your choices. If Nihlus kills himself, Saren congratulates him for being strong enough to do what was necessary if Shepard kills him in the first phase of the boss fight, Saren insults him for letting himself be controlled to the very end. With the start of the second phase, Saren's sentences go from "Even in death loyal to them, huh?" To "His sacrifice was meaningless at the end." At the very end, he congratulates Shepard and tells them he looks forward to working with them.

That is for ME1, I might post more of this with ME2 and ME3, plus more detailed relationships of Saren and the crew in the future.

#mass effect #saren arterius #nihlus kryik #commander shepard #mass effect au #ReverseSarenAU #that one moment when you make a whole AU because you love the villian a tad bit too much

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rhyme-is-sublime · 2 years

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Okay. So- I've been reading a lot of Batman X Danny Phantom stuff on this site lately, and I came across a short post that included Batman finding Phantom's grave(it was a corpse au) and mentally comparing Danny to Ace. A girl who wanted to be a child yet who was too powerful and ended up dying with our resident Batdad sitting next to her up until her last moments in a fake world she made for herself in a bid for happiness. (I might be wrong about Ace's personality or motivations cuz I only rly remember Ace because of how she died, so plz bear with me if I'm wrong)

Now, a thing about Ace is that when she died, she was wearing a black/white leotard with a single clover suit on one side. And I've discovered that the Ace of Spades can depressingly enough be represented as death and bad luck.

And so(here's where the DP comes in), I'm introducing a ghost called:

Spade ♤

For her appearance I'm thinking white porcelain like skin for how delicate she felt in her final moments. Maybe inked details all across her like tattoos or like how fancy playing cards have to show how who she WAS wasn't entirely up to her to decide. Her white bobcut hair looks like it was shattered/cut off a larger part and is able to cut those who aren't careful enough, and that there's a crack across the top of her head to showcase as a deathmark that she died from a fatal migraine(maybe?). (The crack doubles as her hairline-) Her eyes being the same rings of yellow and orange(or maybe whatever their inverse counterparts are...) that appeared when she used her powers, but with her black pinprick eyes at the centers. Her actual FACE I'm thinking her eye lashes, lips and eyebrows look painted on in black ink. Cuz, come on. If Danny can hav black eyebrows as Phantom, so can Spade-

Outfit wise, I kinda want to put her in a reverse colored leotard and call it a day, but I ALSO wanna add onto that. Because the thing about her last moments is that Batsy carried her body out of the park where she was staying in her fantasy land in a princess carry, so I'm imagining her in a fancy dress/leotard amalgamation cuz that princess carry might've the last comfort she might've received before her body got buried(or smth along those lines). If this post gets popular, I want art of that leotard/dress amalgamation with playing cards detailing cuz while I draw, I already know I'd butcher the idea 😅

DP plot could just be Danny transversing the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms for one reason or another and coming across this mad hatter, Alice in Wonderland type lair/area(think the world Ace made Gotham into) where after stumbling through everything in it, he just meets this black and white ghost girl sitting on a isolated swing set. There's only two seats on it, and she's just swinging back and forth on one of them. Danny must figure she's waiting on company and maybe just watches for a while. She'd look just like a statue if not for the fact that she just keeps swinging, and swinging, and swinging, and Danny's getting the idea that this is just another lonely ghost in the zone. Peaceful, and wants to be left alone, but maybe could use a friend. So, Danny sits next to her on the other swing.

Tdlr; Spade and Danny become friends after he stumbles across her lair and started showing her other parts of the zone.

Spade's closest friends are Princess Dora, Youngblood, Klempter, Danielle, and other ghosts among her mental age. But of course, she considers her best friend to be the black and white Phantom who got her out of her lair and living a better afterlife. She wants to pay him back, and sees how badly his afterlife has been treating him (wait- he's not entirely dead?) Scratch that, she wants her friend to live the rest of his half-life as happily as possible. She, personally, is happier in death than in her life, but she doesn't want his remaining life to suck, and who better to introduce him to than the man who made her last moments bearable? Or... should she say the Bat who made it bearable >:3c

Dadadada~! We've arrived at the DC plot!

So, Spade being a frickin overpowered ghost(cuz if she wasn't overpowered enough as a human, you can BET that she's OP as hell after getting ghostly) cows all Danny's usual rogues gallery into leaving his haunt alone until she can get done introducing him to someone who was her father-figure for all of however long he sat with her before she unalived. Danny as Phantom is going along with it cuz why not, free vacation! Sam & Tucker were skeptical, but they can't fault Spade for wanting to introduce her new friend to her old life(?).

The DC timeline is messy, and I only know about Ace because of Justice League Unlimited. The show which has NONE of Batman's sidekicks in it cuz Nightwing was getting enough screen time in Teen Titans. And idk how long Spade spent along in Time Is Weird Here, Infinite Realms, but I rly want her to meet the Batfam and hav this rly heartwarming reunion after Oracle tells Batsy about a disturbance near this one swing-set where reality's getting kinda weird and he just KNOWS-

He knows he's gotten a second chance, and if that means getting blindsided by the fact he and the batfam are highly likely to become an Infinite Realms ghost cuz of the highentened levels of ectoplasm from his new/old child's visits, then so be it. The fact that Phantom's still living under his ghost hunter parents roof actually makes it easier to file for custody if it comes down to it...

(Idk Ace's character & DC's plot enough to flesh out an obsession for Spade that fits with all the other nonsense I've just spat out. If someone wants to try and puzzle smth out, I'll be grateful for the opportunity to read it. This has heavy ship potential, but I'm no writer so I've just put Spade and Danny as friends. But if there's gonna be a name, I wanna try for Mad Ghost, Ghost Hatter, Phantom Card or smth along those lines. For my first dp x dc prompt I've ever written, I'm just hoping Ace as a character gets a little more love as a dead DC character, cuz that shiz made me cry when I first watched it ages ago- XD)

#dp x dc #danny phantom #long post #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #long prompt #typing on my phone #angst #rambles

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gamerwoo · 1 year

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[SKZ Imprinted] Seungmin: The Enemy of My Enemy (Part 4)

@minluvly asked: CAN i request the next Seungmin part 👁️👄👁️ I NEED JUSTICE,,, OR CLOSURE

Characters: Seungmin x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, werewolf hunter au, enemies to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort kinda???, major character death again, talks of gunshot wounds and blood, needles/shots, demons and talks of demonic themes, vomiting, this one is a rollercoaster i'm so sorry <3

Word count: 3,961

Summary: Despite their best efforts, you won't come back to him. Seungmin has called on everyone to try and bring you back to life, but nothing seems to work. He's accepted that they've run out of options, when an unexpected visitor shows up to try and reverse the damage caused.

a/n: i was gonna make this longer but i felt like this was long enough already lmao. but also i've finally completed all of the skz imprinted requests 😌 so if you have any requests for the series to move it along or even like spin-off stuff pls send them in!!! 💛

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Changbin heard it. Of course he heard it. He could barely hear your heartbeat, as faint as it was, before all he could make out was Seungmin's, pounding loudly in his chest before he let out strangled cries of your name, begging you to come back to him; to wake up. So Changbin ran faster, running straight into the house with the front door already open. He knew it was Jungkook -- he could smell him -- but he wasn't going to go after him, at least not now. He had bigger issues to worry about, and he could track down the rogue hunter later.

As soon as Changbin found the room his brother was in, holding you in his arms with your lifeless eyes still open, he gently shoved Seungmin out of the way and laid you back down on the floor. CPR was the first thing he had to start doing. He wasn't a stranger to death, so he knew what to do.

"Ch-Changbin..." Seungmin whimpered, but he wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. He was feeling and thinking too many things to make any sense.

"I know it hurts, but you need to hold yourself together," the older wolf stated in a firm but understanding tone, his eyes focused on your unmoving face. "A person can only last so long without oxygen before it fucks with their brain, so we need to restart her heart."

Seungmin tried to ignore the snapping of your ribs as Changbin performed CPR, wincing as he asked, "How?"

"Defibrillator, preferably. But... I have another option, but it's...a lot for a human."

"What is it?"

"Just go see if you can find an AED," he said, dismissing Seungmin's question. "That's the safest option for her."

As Seungmin raced off to tear the house apart, Changbin continued steady, precise compressions. It wasn't the first time he'd performed CPR on a human, but he was really hoping it would be the last.

"C'mon, _____," he breathed, refusing to give up. "You gotta come back. How could you of all people be so reckless, anyway, huh?"

He honestly was genuinely curious. How did it end up that you ended up getting shot and killed? And for Seungmin? That wasn't something anyone was expecting.

But what really got him was that you died to Jungkook. How could you die to your brother when you were clearly the stronger hunter? Changbin didn't know the whole story -- he didn't really know any of the story, he was just told that you were dying and he was the closest to your location since he was already racing to find Seungmin -- but he couldn't imagine a scenario where you would end up being overpowered by your estranged brother.

Unless all you could do was take the bullet for Seungmin, maybe? Maybe you had arrived too late?

His thoughts were interrupted by Seungmin coming back into the room, breathlessly saying, "All I found was a taser."

"That's not strong enough," he grunted. "Go into my back pocket and get the vile with the blue stuff in it."

Seungmin searched Changbin's pockets without question, coming up with what seemed to be a shot. The vile was clear, showing off a blue liquid so bright that it may have been glowing.

"What is it?" Seungmin wondered, holding the shot out to his brother.

Changbin stopped his compressions to take the medicine from Seungmin. He held the vile up to his eyes and flicked it a few times to make sure it was mixed. His brows furrowed, seeming unhappy with his second option.

"Well, I brought this for you," he sighed. "This is basically adrenaline for werewolves. If it were you in this situation, I'd inject you with it to restart your heart. But given it's a human..."

Seungmin gulped, finally understanding Changbin's worries. Adrenaline for a human wouldn't be nearly enough for a werewolf. So adrenaline for a werewolf was more than likely very unsafe for a human.

Unsafe for you.

"I'm hoping if I only do a small dose, it'll still be enough to get her heart going," Changbin mumbled as he eyed the numbers and lines marking the vile. "The problem is...I'm not a doctor and I don't know what's too much and what's not enough."

Seungmin took a deep breath, tears still falling from his eyes and down his cheeks as he nodded, "I trust you."

Changbin glanced to his brother, "You sure?"

"You really can't make it any worse," he shrugged with a sad laugh that almost sent him spiraling into more sobbing.

So with that, Changbin stabbed the needle straight into your heart, just above the gunshot wound. He pressed the syringe with his thumb, deciding to go with half the vile...and then just a little more just in case.

You gasped. It was loud and sounded like it made your throat hurt, your chest rising with it. Changbin yanked the needle out and watched with wide eyes as you blinked for the first time in the last 10 or 15 minutes.

Seungmin started crying again.

You started choking on the liquid that had began to build up in your throat, and Changbin was quick to sit you up as you coughed, blood and mucus splattering on his and your clothes, and into your lap.

"_____!" Seungmin cried, a hopeful smile on his face.

And almost as quickly as you came to life, your eyes closed again, and your body went limp, flopping forward into Changbin's chest.

"_-_____?" Seungmin's voice was full of worry again, thinking you'd only come back to him for a few short seconds. "Changbin?"

But your heart was still beating -- and erratically at that.

"Call Seungcheol," Changbin ordered, still holding you to his chest, feeling liquids -- maybe spit, but probably more blood that had tried to come out of your mouth when you were shot -- soak through his t-shirt. "We're gonna need help now."

"Is she okay?" Seungmin asked as he took Changbin's phone from his hand after he got it from his pocket.

"She's breathing," Changbin stated. "Now we have to make sure it doesn't stop, and we need to make sure this adrenaline doesn't kill her. Her car's out front, so we'll take that."

Despite being woken from their slumber, Aya and Joshua were wide awake as they worked to stabilize you. The whole house was up now, gathered downstairs with the rest of Bang Chan's pack that was showing up to see what the fate of Seungmin's mate would be.

Chan had beat Changbin and Seungmin to Seungcheol's, going up the stairs to Joshua's room where they'd use his desk as a makeshift operating table. He kept an arm around Seungmin's shoulders as they watched Aya and Joshua work to remove the bullet without causing any more issues.

When Ryujin and Minho got there, Ryu ran straight up the stairs, bursting into the room with wild sobs. Chan had to initially hold her back as she fought to get to you, like she could do something. If he had a dollar for every time she threatened to hunt down Jungkook, he would've had enough to pay off a doctor to keep quiet about the situation and send you to a hospital without getting outted.

Eventually, after getting your bullet wound under control, Chan declared he needed some air before he left the room, leaving Seungmin, Changbin, Ryu, Minho, and the two doctors to it.

"Adenocor isn't working," Joshua murmured, hearing how rapidly your heart was still beating. "We need to get her heart to slow down."

Aya turned to look at Changbin, who was now hanging back on Joshua's bed, "What did you give her?"

"Lycanthamine."

Aya's eyes widened, but her eyebrows stayed set low, "How much?"

"Maybe...two-thirds of a vile," Changbin shrugged before letting out a groan. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not a doctor! I tried!"

"What's happening?" Seungmin asked, not understanding anything that they were talking about.

"Lycanthamine could kill her," Ryu stated in a quiet, monotone voice through her sniffles.

"What? But she-- She's breathing!" Seungmin argued.

"And if her heart doesn't slow down to a regular pace, she won't be soon," Joshua murmured, still focused on trying to reset your heart. "We cauterized the bullet wound so there shouldn't be any internal bleeding. The only thing now is how fast her heart is beating. It's only getting faster."

Seungmin had stayed intently focused on the sound of your heart -- which, admittedly, was the fastest heartbeat in the house. It was fast and intense, but at least it was beating.

...Right?

"Too much Lycanthamine will kill a human," Changbin sighed, guilt clear in his voice even though he was trying to stay neutral and composed. Seungmin turned to look at his brother when he spoke, and he could see the regret all over his face, though he looked mostly pissed at himself. "Remember? You said you trusted me."

Seungmin wanted to say something, but before he could, he heard you begin to hyperventilate. Your eyes were still closed, but your chest was rapidly rising and falling with shallow, quick breaths. The beating of your heart was now rapidly increasing instead of so slowly that he hardly noticed.

"What's happening?" Minho questioned as Aya and Joshua were rushing to inject you with more medicine and check your vitals.

"Her heart is going too fast," Aya explained, trying to stay calm but she couldn't help the slight panic that leaked into her tone.

The room was filled with voices, quick and panicked. Aya and Joshua trying to work with each other to figure out how to slow your heartbeat down, Ryu explaining to Minho and Seungmin what was happening and why, and Changbin beating himself up silently behind them.

It only happened for 60 seconds. 60 seconds of absolute chaos. 60 seconds of Joshua and Aya rushing around each other and doing whatever they could think of to help. 60 seconds of voice muddling together, the mayhem piquing the interest of the werewolves downstairs who could hear the rushed talking and your even faster heartbeat.

And after 60 seconds, dead silence.

The whole house seemed to stop when your heart did. Joshua and Aya froze, golden eyes staring down at your lifeless body, eyes scanning your face, then your chest. Ryu, Minho, and Seungmin stopped talking with Minho mid-sentence. Changbin stopped pacing, turning his head toward the desk. And everyone downstairs, still a little on-edge from Ankita's allergy scare even after she left for the hospital, frozen in their places as they waited for what would come next.

Aya sighed, dropping her head as her eyes closed, "Call it."

Ryu screamed. The cry she let out sounded strangled, scratching her throat as it came out. Minho held her tightly, keeping her from going to you and making things worse -- not that they could get much worse, but he didn't need her punching you in the chest in a futile attempt to bring you back to life.

"Call it?!" Seungmin cried, looking down at the older wolf. "What do you mean?! That's it?!"

"1:17am," Joshua sighed, his eyes closing as he tried to keep his composure.

It hurt both of them to say it. A mate had died, and it was a mate of someone that may not have been in their pack, but they were still close with -- especially Aya. But there was nothing else they could do. You had now died twice within just a couple hours of each instance, and no doubt the insane amount of werewolf adrenaline had fucked with your heart. The odds of them getting it started again were slim to none.

Aya looked up at him with sad eyes, "Min, I-- ...We did everything."

"Aya, c'mon," his tone turned from angry and demanding to broken and pleading. His eyes were glossy as his bottom lip began to quiver. "Please, there's gotta be something; this can't be it, right? Aya?"

"Seungmin, I'm sorry," she stressed, taking his hands and looking him dead in the eye even though she didn't want to. She felt mildly responsible since you were alive for at least as long as it took to get you to them, and then some, but you still died because her and Josh couldn't fix you. "Her heart is damaged. We can't restart it again. I... Minnie, you know if I could do more, I would. I can't...I'm sorry..."

Tears welled in Aya's eyes, and that's when Seungmin knew that was really it.

His knees gave out, falling to them on the floor as he let out loud whimpers and sobs. Aya got down beside him, wrapping her arms around him and trying her best to comfort him as Changbin walked over and patted his back.

Downstairs, it was Seungcheol who quietly announced to the pack that you were gone. Chan had tried to contact Jisung to let him know, but his phone was turned off. The room was somber, wolves holding their mates just a little tighter. Tears were shed, even by those who hardly knew you, but because they couldn't even imagine what Seungmin was going through. They'd all heard the stories of what happened when a werewolf lost their mate, and now Seungmin had to live with that.

"God... Poor Seungmin..." Soonyoung murmured.

"I can't believe it..." Bomi let out a soft, sad laugh. "_____ was always so tough. She was one of the strongest people I know. Honestly, I thought she'd live forever."

Chan let out a deep sigh, wiping his tears with the back of his hand before he dropped his arm from around Aeri and stepped away, "I should...go upstairs."

"I'll go with you," Aeri stated more than she was offering.

"You should stay dow--"

"I'm going," she pressed again, walking toward the stairs before the alpha even could.

As the pair began up the stairs, all of the wolves suddenly stopped and looked toward the door. A handful of them let out low growls.

"What?" Juri asked when Seungcheol began moving her behind him.

"Jeonghan, get the mates upstairs," Seungcheol ordered quietly. "Jun, Wonwoo, and Hao, go with them."

"Felix, go," Chan nodded his head toward the stairs, telling him to go with them.

"Christopher, what is it?" Aeri demanded.

Bomi stood from the couch, catching onto what the wolves were sensing, eyes narrowed as she wiped the last of the tears from her eyes, "Namjoon."

"Where's that spineless psychopath?" Hyunjin growled, already striding toward the door, "I'll tear him apart."

"Hyunjin," Chan growled.

The younger wolf stopped in his tracks despite the way his jaw and hands clenched.

"Seungcheol," Bomi spoke up calmly, eyes staying toward where the door was located even though she couldn't see it, "can I have my gun?"

"You're not--"

"And you are?" Bomi interrupted her mate's protests before they even started. "A werewolf against werewolf hunters? Absolutely not."

"I'm not leaving," Mingyu stated.

She shrugged, "Then stay behind me."

Soonyoung was the one to retrieve Bomi's old weapons as the mates were brought up the stairs to be kept safe. The rest of the werewolves stayed gathered behind Bomi, though none of them seemed happy about it from the way some of them continued to try to press so close against her that she was almost squished against the door.

Bomi opened the door before Namjoon could even knock. He was accompanied by Yoongi and Jimin.

"What do you want?" she questioned before Namjoon could even open his mouth.

"Would you believe me if I told you we want to help?" he asked.

She scoffed, "I'd sooner believe that Yoongi fell in love."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Ha ha."

"Why should we believe you?" Seungcheol was the alpha to step around Bomi to stand beside her. "Werewolf hunters don't help werewolves.''

"Not to mention you've only caused absolute hell for my pack," Chan spoke up, standing on Bomi's other side. "First a jealous ex, and now a jealous brother? No fucking way we want anything to do with you guys."

"I assure you, Taehyung isn't with us," Namjoon promised. "Him and Jin are out searching for Jungkook. What happened between him and _____ was not approved of by us. He did that behind our back."

"What he did breaks the treaty," Jimin added.

Namjoon nodded, "Exactly. That's why we're here to help."

Bomi narrowed her eyes, "You want to help because Jungkook broke the treaty?"

"Correct. It's the least we could do. Please believe us."

"And how could you help us?" Chan quizzed.

Yoongi let out a huff before he asked, "Do you want _____ back or not?"

Ryujin was already standing in the doorway when Chan led the hunter into the room. Her face was blotchy and swollen, and her eyes still had tears in them, but her gaze was fierce and, and she pointed an angel blade at the trio.

"Ryu--"

"Go away," she stated harshly, interrupting Chan. "I don't care if you think you can bring _____ back. I don't trust any of you."

"We tried to talk to her," Joshua told Seungcheol who gave him a questioning look from behind the hunters, "but she threatened us with the knife."

"Ryu," Namjoon began calmly, holding his hands in surrender, "we just want to help and then we'll be out of your life. You'll never see or hear from us again."

"That was supposed to be the case before," she pointed out. "Who's to say Taehyung and Jungkook won't team up and go behind your back again?"

"We'll make sure it doesn't happen," he promised.

"You know how tight we can keep the leash," Jimin smirked.

Ryu's eyes narrowed further, seeming to consider their offer.

Finally, she stated, "I want a deal with Jungkook."

"We can't find him," Yoongi plainly shrugged.

"Then bring him to me when you find him."

"If that's what you wish," Namjoon nodded. "But until then, we can't make a new treaty so that way we can come find you."

"Fine."

Finally, Ryu lowered the knife and allowed Minho to bring her off to the side, allowing the three hunters in.

"How're you going to bring her back?" Chan wondered.

"Deal with the boss," Yoongi sighed, rubbing his hands together as he approached your body, still laying on the desk.

Joshua's eyes furrowed, "Boss?"

"Yoongi's a demon," Bomi explained, though she seemed very unimpressed.

"So...are we making a deal with...the devil?" Chan wondered slowly.

"This one's on the house," Yoongi told him, still facing your corpse. "Just between me and the big guy."

Seungmin walked over to stand beside Yoongi, golden eyes looking at your face that would've looked like you were sleeping if he knew your heart was still. Then he looked at Yoongi.

"Will she be...different?"

"No, but she'll be really sick when she wakes up."

Yoongi turned his head to the small audience, an eyebrow quirked and annoyance on his face, "Any other questions or can I get on with this?"

The room was silent, all eyes on Yoongi.

So the demon turned back to your body, closing his eyes as he hovered his hands over your heart and your stomach. He murmured to himself in a language Seungmin couldn't understand for a while, a soft glow starting to come from Yoongi's hands and slowly grow brighter and around your body. Yoongi's eyes shot open, eyes engulfed in black as his chanting continued, and your body began to bow upward toward his hands. With your body levitating off of the table, Yoongi leaned over toward your head, cradling your head with one hand while he used his thumb of his other hand to part your lips. What looked like white smoke came from Yoongi's lips as he continued to whisper words, and the smoke seemed like it was being sucked into your mouth even though you weren't breathing.

Then your body lowered back onto the table, with Yoongi still transferring the odd smoke into your mouth, and the light around you dulled.

Yoongi stood up straight again and watched your face without expression, the room behind him silent.

"W-what now?" Seungmin broke the silence, tearing his eyes away from your face to look at Yoongi.

And that was when you shot up, eyes wide and gasping for air like you had the first time. Yoongi caught you, expecting you to do this, and then quickly stepped to the side, still holding onto your shoulders as you coughed and threw up off of the desk and onto the floor. Black liquid mixed with blood pouring out of your mouth.

"God...fuck," you groaned when you could finally breathe.

"_____?" Seungmin said your name in a hopeful voice.

But all too soon, you slumped against Yoongi, eyes closing again.

But you were breathing. Your heart was still going, and at a normal pace this time.

You were alive.

"She'll probably be out for a while," Yoongi explained as he gingerly laid your body back down. "Like I said, she'll be sick for about a week, give or take a few days. It'll be bad. She's gonna throw up black stuff a lot, and probably have the chills. It's not gonna be pretty. Just stay with her. If she doesn't show signs of getting better within the next 7 days, bring her to our HQ."

"Now go find Jungkook," Ryu ordered behind him. "Leave."

Yoongi turned around, flashing her a sarcastic smile, "Of course, princess."

Yoongi stalked out of the room without saying anything else, and Jimin quickly followed after him. Namjoon lingered, eyes trained on you for just a moment longer before he moved toward the door. He met gazes with everyone in the room before he stopped on Ryu.

"We'll be in touch," he promised before Seungcheol and Bomi followed him out.

Even when the door closed, Seungmin didn't move. He continued to stand at the desk, next to your head. All he did was stare. He was afraid if he touched you, you might stop breathing again.

Ryu, however, rushed right over to you. She threw her torso over your body and sobbed loudly, but Seungmin's eyes stayed on your face.

Finally, he very gingerly took your hand in his and squeezed, eyes filling with tears once again. He was shocked he even had tears left in him.

Behind them, the two packs discussed if they should bring you back home or keep you there, but Seungmin wasn't paying attention. All he could focus on was your heartbeat. The sweet, sweet sound of hearing your heart again. He never thought he'd treasure that sound so much.

"Minnie," Chan's voice was right beside him as he put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Seungcheol's gonna make up the bed downstairs for you to stay with _____. Aya's mom will be over in the morning to check on her."

Seungmin nodded mindlessly, hardly even hearing Seungcheol.

The time it took to move your body was a blur to him. Your chest was wrapped in gauze, and Aya put a heart monitor on you. Seungmin had to admit he was impressed by the amount of equipment she had managed to smuggle into the house through various means.

By the time he crawled into bed beside you, he realized just how exhausted he really was. He wasn't sure the time, but he knew it was very early in the morning. He had been running purely on adrenaline and heartbreak, and now with his head against a pillow and your warm body beside him, all he wanted to do was snuggle against you and close his eyes.

But even unconscious, Seungmin respected your boundaries, settling for just wrapping his hand around yours before he closed his eyes, falling asleep to the sound of your heartbeat.

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 8 months

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Part 13

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 12 🟣 Part 14

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst, a kiss, slightly inappropriate fang-examinations.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: All I have to say is.... I'm sorry?

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Waking up next to Mikey in cold sweat, hoping he wasn’t snooping around in your brain wasn’t a new thing for you at this point. In fact, you’d been doing it for weeks now, growing increasingly exasperated with every new dream. When you had negotiated the arrangement, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t let anything come between you and Mike, but these dreams were rapidly shitting all over your fantastic plan. Feeding the guys had somehow simultaneously become more casual and more intimate; you no longer insisted on the formality of relocating to the couch in the living room, but instead just crawled into their beds if that happened to be the most practical option. Also, you had already found yourself shouting (according to them) through the house whether ‘anyone needed to suck on you because you were planning on getting hammered’, which was hardly a dignified way of ‘offering your services’ – you still hated that phrase; it made you feel like a hooker.

Your relationship with the guys had definitely changed over the past weeks: the crazy spike of protectiveness after feeding had begun to settle, and all of it left you in a situation where you were extremely well cared for. Mike kept you hydrated by bringing you water or tea whenever he felt you wanted a drink, Sherlock was on top of your vitamin intake, and August had expressed a particular preference for the way your blood tasted after eating certain foods, so you got a whole lot of fantastic meals without ever even having to ask. Marshall, despite being grumpy and tired all the time, gave the absolute best hugs in the whole world, and you spent many a movie night snuggled into his side with your feet in Mike’s lap. You’d talked about that, and he was okay with it. He had been really okay with a lot of things.

Despite your changing relationships, and getting closer to the guys, you always slept next to Mike, and not once had you entertained the thought of leaving him for one of the others – which is exactly why these dreams weren’t fucking helping. There was no doubt in your mind that you never wanted to lose Mike; you simply loved him way too much to ever let him go. Then why were you dreaming about his roommates? His friends? His brothers? The bond between the four of them was undeniably strong, and you regularly cursed yourself for getting into this mess and wiggling your way in between them, while at the same time ‘in between them’ was exactly where you wanted to be. Now, these were things you should probably – definitely – discuss with Mike, before it started to completely eat you up inside, but you just… no matter how much you really wanted to, you just couldn’t.

“Is this the first time you actively wish I’d snoop around in your brain and swoop in?” Mike asked softly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pulled you into his chest. You let out a sarcastic chuckle. Smug bastard.

“Yes,” you answered truthfully. That would really make things so much easier, even though it didn’t make the conversation any less scary.

“I know they all love you, in their own way,” he sighed. “Things have been changing. Can’t say I like it, but I can’t say I want to stand in your way, either.”

Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He let out a deep sigh and kissed your neck, grazing his teeth over your skin for a brief moment. “Let it happen.”

“Sherlock?” you asked carefully as you opened the door. The room was completely dark.

“Come in,” you heard from where you knew his desk to be, “feel free to turn on the light.” The words were followed by a low chuckle. By now, you knew that sound so well. You had dreamt about it. That, and… never mind. “Can I help you?” He smiled at you – the same heartwarming smile that also appeared in your dreams quite often.

“Were you working? Am I interrupting something?” You quickly glanced at the paper he had in front of him. It looked like a letter.

“Just writing to an old friend,” he said. You had to admit he looked exhausted – and even in that state he was still such a beautiful man… “Why are you here, darling? It has to be past midnight.” It was, and you should be asleep right now, but you weren’t. You had spent the whole time working on a paper that was due tomorrow night, and things had been flowing, so you hadn’t been able to stop. Now, at two in the morning, you had somehow convinced yourself that Sherlock had to take a look at that paper…

“Can’t sleep,” you said, “I finished my paper, but it won’t get out of my head. Would you maybe take a look at it? Doesn’t have to be now, of course, you can do it in the morning…” He already held out a hand to you.

“You know we don’t technically need sleep, don’t you?” he said as he took your tablet from you. “It’s just a convenient way to conserve energy.” He stayed quiet for a few moments, reading your paper much quicker than you ever could. “This is good. I can make a few notes in the morning, but please stop worrying about it now.”

As he handed the tablet back to you, his fingers brushed against yours. He was cold. He was…

“You’re starving,” you whispered. His embarrassed smile told you all you needed to know.

“Yes,” he admitted. He shouldn’t have to feed for a few more days, and even then he certainly shouldn’t be this hungry… “There was a plagiarism case… the department got permission for me to compel students to tell the truth. It’s a whole ordeal. Witnesses, cameras, written consent. They weren’t the perpetrators, but that makes the interrogation no less exhausting.”

“Sherlock…” You stepped closer to him, reaching for his cheek. “I don’t want you to wait this long before coming to me.” As you stroked the side of his face, he gently hooked his hands behind your knees and pulled you in until you were straddling his legs.

“What is it like for you?” he asked suddenly, taking you by surprise. “Feeding us, I mean.” His hands moved from your knees to your thighs as you sat down in his lap.

“I can smell you,” he whispered against the skin of your neck. “Nine hundred years of practicing restraint, and now that it’s you…”

“What do you mean?”

He smiled at you apologetically as he frantically tried to control his breath. “I can’t seem to control my teeth… Answer my question, please; what does it feel like for you?”

“To feel that you’re this cold and hungry?” you asked. “I feel like a failure for not keeping you happy and fed.” Your words seemed to shock him – hurt him, even. “I crave the feeling of your lips on my skin,” you continued without thinking, “and the moment of the bite. That warm feeling afterwards…” Three months had been plenty to draw a conclusion about your hypothesis that the feeling differed depending on who it was that fed on you, although you still needed more experience with it to really explain it.

“Do you think that’s what she felt, too?” he asked then, referring to the woman with whom he’d had his previous agreement. There was a sadness in his eyes.

“You never asked?” you said quietly.

“I was just given enough time to feed, never for lengthy conversation,” he admitted.

“It sounds like… Charles Brandon, was it? Sounds like he was a bit of a dick.”

“Charles isn’t a bad man at all! Impulsive, perhaps. But you have to understand how incredibly dangerous it was for him to even share her with me. If he had been found out…”

“But they didn’t catch you two?”

“Darling, neither of us would have been alive today if they had,” Sherlock said in earnest, shuddering at the thought of what could have happened.

He smiled at you again, his fangs threatening to puncture his lower lip. Carefully, you reached a finger out to touch one – and he let you, chuckling as you examined his teeth.

“What happens if you lose one?” you wondered, suddenly pulling your hand back as you realized it was a bit weird to sit there with your fingers in his mouth.

“They grow back,” he laughed. “It takes a rather unusual amount of force to remove them…”

“Torture technique?” you blurted out. To your surprise, Sherlock shook his head.

“Filing them down was more common,” he said with a strangled look on his face. You didn’t need to ask if it had ever happened to him.

“Sherlock, will you please feed?” You had finally grown tired of these games, no matter how fun it was to learn new things about vampires. He needed to eat, and he needed to do so right now. To your surprise, he didn’t protest.

“I don’t feel like moving,” he muttered so softly that no one in the house would have been able to hear him. It should have occurred to you then and there that there was something not right about this – whatever this was – and you loved to believe that you would have realized it… if you hadn’t agreed with him so thoroughly.

“Me neither.” The words that slipped from your lips seemed so simple, so straightforward, but in reality, they were everything – including the permission Sherlock had been looking for to sink his teeth into your neck as he wrapped you in his arms and drew you closer to him, leaving you to fight down strangled moans and whines that – although muffled – reflected every shred of ecstasy you felt.

He drank quickly, taking a little too much time to pass his tongue over the wounds when he was done, but you didn’t care. When you looked down, you saw him licking a drop of your blood off his lips in an almost criminally sensual way… and then he kissed you. Either that, or you kissed him. Not that it mattered, because one way or another, it was your mouth on his now. It was his tongue sliding along your bottom lip, and your lips parting for him. It was hushed groans of pleasure and – as much as you hated to admit it – it was your hips grinding into his. And it was Mike, standing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open and tears in his eyes. It was his panicked, ragged breath out of sync with your own, the shock on his face, and the quietly whispered ‘what the fuck’. It was your broken heart and so, so very clearly his, too. In fact, it was all clear as day. Despite the conversation you had had with Mike, this felt wrong.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘he’s gone’?” Marshall yelled, absolutely beside himself with anger. August leaned back in his chair, and didn’t seem at all prepared to do anything about this situation. “What happened?” All it took was one glance between you and Sherlock that you never intended Marshall to catch, and he knew exactly what had caused this.

“You?” He sneered. In one motion your eyes didn’t catch, he pinned Sherlock against the wall, a hand firmly on his throat. “I expected bullshit like this from him!” He gestured at August, who didn’t take offense to his words. Instead, Marshall seemed to calm down unnaturally fast.

“I would very much like to remind you that trying to kill him would be extremely stupid,” August noted calmly. Marshall’s grip on Sherlock’s throat relaxed, until finally his arm dropped to his side again. Sherlock hadn’t moved throughout all of this – not voluntarily, at least – and he continued to stand there, very still… almost as if he had completely resigned to Marshall’s anger.

“Mike said he was okay with it,” you sobbed quietly, staring at the floor to keep the guys from seeing your tears. It was hopeless; they could easily hear them.

“Clearly he isn’t! And now he’s run off!” Marshall snapped.

“Walter!” Everyone’s eyes drifted to Sherlock immediately. No one ever used Marshall’s first name. “I don’t believe he was lying. I think he just wasn’t quite prepared for what he saw.”

“He’s testing his bonds, Sherlock,” Marshall said, his voice breaking as he spoke. “And not just ours, the one with me, too.” When he said it, the room went eerily quiet. Clearly this was something serious – something very serious you had absolutely no context on.

“What’s going on?” you asked in a small voice.

“You two handle this,” Marshall growled as he pushed his way past Sherlock, into the hallway. “I’m not in the mood for another vampire lesson.”

Without saying a word, August put the kettle on. He didn’t drink tea, so you assumed it was for you. August impatiently gestured at you to sit down.

“So, what happened between you two?” August asked, an eyebrow raised. It was easy to see that he was both curious and extremely worried.

“We… kissed,” you muttered. It was loud enough for him to hear you, of course. Looking around the kitchen, you noticed that Sherlock had left, too.

“He’ll be back,” August said. “So a kiss is what has Mike… Oh, well. Here.” He held a cup of tea out to you before the sound of the kettle had even registered in your brain.

“Thanks,” you said, sitting down. Suddenly, Sherlock appeared in the chair next to you.

“He’s not at the pier,” he said, “I figured I’d give it a shot.”

“I think we may just need to let him cool off,” August said calmly, though still with a worried frown on his face. “If he’s really trying his ties, we don’t want to piss him off.”

Sherlock didn’t respond, and neither did you – it was usually easier to just wait for August or Marshall – or Mike – to pick up on your confusion than to keep asking for explanations. Lo and behold: August’s soft chuckle indicated that he’d noticed your silent distress: “Vampires are coven-bound.”

“That doesn’t explain anything,” you chuckled softly. You were used to this by now; the rest of the information would follow, you were sure of it.

“It’s barely any different than family ties or friendships,” Sherlock said, “with the exception that we can… feel them.”

“To a point where they’re almost tangible,” August added. “It’s tough to explain, but it feels different, trust me. It also means I don’t have to be near these guys to know what they’re feeling. Sherlock could compel him to come home.”

You immediately turned to Sherlock. “Why don’t you do that?”

“Can you calm him down?” you asked. Mike wasn’t the only one who was extremely upset, for fuck’s sake! You were pretty damn torn up about this, too!

“Because that would force him to make a choice immediately,” Marshall’s voice sounded from behind you. “The bonds are strong, especially after several decades, but they’re not unbreakable.”

“I don’t think he’d decide in our favor. He’s extremely upset,” August added.

“Princess, I have a stronger bond with you than I do with him,” August snorted.

“That’s a lie and you know it,” Marshall replied. “Either way… We have a similar but more… detailed bond with the vampire who turned us. Right now, he’s pulling on that string, too, and it hurts…”

You noticed the tears in his eyes as he said it, and without thinking you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him tight. “I’m sorry for the trouble I’m causing.”

“He’s the one causing trouble, Princess,” August growled, “not you.”

“That’s not fair, August,” you replied. “We’re the ones who drove him away.” Sherlock didn’t look at you as you said it. Instead, he stared at his hands in his lap.

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lizaluvsthis · 4 months

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what is good about cnb? i see lots of a art thought i ask creator

Oh my- looks like we pulled a new curious person off the peeps!

(CnB) Coffee N' Bombs - Brewing Romance AU is an inspiration from the first full episode in the SMG4 Channel called "SMG4: SMG3'S BOMB CAFE"

I really liked the whole model and details from the inside and outside of Three's new Cafe and at first I've been picturing about Smg4 working there- but nahh he just worked there once its not like theres gonna be an au abou-

I came in tumblr a few months back and some anon asked me what kind of design SMG4's attire would be since he works as a waitress from Three's coffee n bombs.

For a second my mind went blank of what the uniform would look like so- I gave myself on and on about some few details getting inspired by watching some other episodes of SMG4's

So then- I made the hat and I thought of something that reminded me about- a reversible color!

(A few years back I bought this octopus which was cute and then I figured it was reversible by looking underneath and putting the detail here- I was like- ah Liz you're gonna make it look so special!)

Straight in to detail that the fabric used from this hat is silk, with polkadots! And it was made by Three :>

For the pride pins I also thought of- "hey- this is a crazy idea but what if I also created a pride pin next to his apron. But instead it's a bomb than just a regular circular pin." Then there represents Four having the bi bomb flag :)

The Apron is specifically made by me on which where its all gotta be purple themed since it is his cafe and everything is purple and purple to a color black!

For the shoes tho- I might've gave myself a try to say it's one of those glow in the dark classic shoes- glow in the dark has been my favorite types of stuff to look on or even paint, the nostalgic vibe of being a small kid having fun observing and using glow in the dark (bracelets) for example- is like a funny thing and a classic thing to have.

Then that calls for it. "Heck why not?"

Theres the bomb logo and also the spilled coffee logo, it was designed by our man Three to himself.

It feels sort of childish to put in when four complains about glow in the dark having it as a childish thing- good thing three back fires in about his shoes having wheels XD (it might seem to be for kids but its all for ages and above ^^)

The gloves were designed for funziez and making it feels like getting sent back on the themed black and white (sia or melanie martinez the hair color or if you fancy it enough going back to the earliest movies that has black and white colors)

Even putting on a aymbol of "S.U.L." on the back of the gloves and Four's "IV" roman numeral signature on the palm of his gloves.

And even for the tiniest detail from his hairtie having the color of red and his slit pants on the ends. (Also including the part of the three-beaned pin that only four made it special for him and three only)

Lets put up the post!

This inspired so much from the design that my followers or other people had want to try it out!

Then coming upon the reply from @shygirl4991 therefore the AU was born/created, they thought about wanting to write about this cafe au and I let them in for ideas and for writing the fic. :D

I pulled out a new attire for Three's outfit (ngl he looks like purp-

And now there is- the release of the first chapter-

Before the first chapter- Shay gave it a title of "Brewing Romance" since its a silly fic for these two gay boys working together on the cafe :>

Again I'm only an artist who does doodles or design stuff the real person who created this is @shygirl4991 by mentioning it as "Cafe AU" thats where it's been born :)

CnB Brewing Romance AU is a fun space for our two fruits getting together and such ^^ this AU is made for fun relating to also the cafe shop itself.

(We'd also like to thank you for all of the artists who made those lovely fanarts <3)

To the point where I accidentally created a meme out of the two.

Man behind the coffee/memes (slaughter) as smg3

And the Fish Flounder as Smg4

If people would like to put their ocs there for fun you can make art out of it.

(Shoot I'm making it longer- AHHGGR)

Whats cnb br au?

Its a silly au me and shay made and made it alive for the shippers

Whats good about it?

The two gay boys

The designed details from their attires

Karen.

Bringing from the fic for angst/fluff

Whose Idea was the fic?

All on for Shay ^^

Who created it?

I did the design mostly people thought it was all on me but its shay's :)

When is the date of creation?

December 9, 2023

Can we make fanarts out of it?

Yes you can by mentioning/tagging me and @shygirl4991

Whats in it for this au?

Me and Shay collaborated this

These two boys

The whole ass journey and coming into developments

Karen?

Yes. She works here :) design of hers will come out soon tho.

What about the other characters like Mario?

Oh they will come out- as side characters only :>

Where does this AU focus on?

Dealing with trauma

Four getting a job since he's broke af

The past memories

Development - Chemistry

Changing.

How does putting our ocs in the au work?

You can put your oc for ex. Ordering, chilling on le table, sipping your coffee, idk pay for those bombs(?), commit arso-, selfie on yourself (if you have any other ocs you'd want to add- you can), pride bombs, make yourself as an employee i guess? All whatever your choices.

Except-

NSFW (or oc x canon <that has smg4 or smg3>)

(Pls dont be mistaken I dont like oc x canon- I only said no oc x SMG3/SMG4 cuz its a br au and the main focus is four and three being duperly inlove and sh-t TUT)

Spaghetti. Spaghetti is not available in a coffee shop.

Does this au contain with the canon events/arc?

It has the arc and event but it contains non-canon creation. Due to some remake of the scenes.

Did luke approved of this?/j

Not yet :)

I'm not even sure if he uses tumblr atp

Do you have any other works of yours and shay about this au?

I am planning on making a side fic that'll come out very soon

Theres a quick doodle/sketch about it

Some personal diary or info Three picks up (including sticky notes)

Shay is still working and doing their best for the future chapters 'u'

‽

What happens in the future chapter?

You'll have to wait and see. (Again I keep getting this even relating about zero that is a spoiler I'm not trying to be like gooseworx here pls stop-)

Wait what memes are you talking about?

Fnaf for Man behind the slaughter but instead it's SMG3 being the one whose purple guy and is called Man Behind The Coffee

Flounder from Ariel whose a fish and Four looked like one because of his ponytail looking like the fish's tail

What orders do they have in there?

Coffee:

Normal Coffee

Special White Mocha

Matcha Gun Powder Latte

Soy Boy Flat White

Al Pacino

Wake me up before you cocoaf

Morning Brown

Cyanide Supreme Latte

Titanium Black (trust me you don't want to try this)

café minuit (midnight)

Bombs:

Tsar Bomba

Hydrogen bomb

Fat man

Little Boy

Refined uranium

Saturnist Capurn

NUKE CHONK (DONT-)

Displays/Collections/Accessories:

Eggdog plush

Smg3 mugs

Pride Bombs

Stickers

A button. (Do it at your own risk)

Foodies/Food/Snacks:

Non-Donut (its invisible but more of an air food)

Gun powdered donut (white or brown)

Shinkled donut

Pieced- cake

Chompstick (chocolate stick)

Breed Bread (it has raisins)

KWASON (croissant)

Waffu Daffus (waffles)

DEADLY DUNGLE (its a spiciest donut I warned you.)

Nomul Chaki (a "normal" chocolate...)

Whats something that was mentioned from the design?

Terrance.

Did you plan on making this au?

Nope but for some reason we're here thanks to my artwork and shay :DD

Does PuzzleVision or TV Adware exist in this?

No.

Will the side characters make an appearance?

...

Is it true that Karen and Meggy both gossip about the boys?

Yep- kinda hilarious now that Karen's here, she observes.

Where'd you get that idea about Karen and Meggy?

@anartisticalniche

Where can I see the fanarts section?

In my Introduction Page :)

Why don't you post this to twitter?

Twitter is for talking/rants

Tumblr is to share the post you want to share.

Plus twitter for me is a "not-safe-app" regardless on people sending death threats and doxxing. (Even elon musk.)

I'm not tryna reach out for Luke's attention when it comes to CnB I just did this for fun :3

Are you still hyped that they're still making the cafe shop's appearance?

Yes. You have NO idea.

How do you and shay feel about it?

Very- super- brain- storming ideas on the gays and the plots also the notes- we love this progress ^^

The gayness/fruitiness of these two

Will you and Shay be planning on something more than just CnB?

Shh-

Funny to ask but how old are you while collaborating this work?

I'm a minor-

Don't you find it weird to be friends with adults? Or having them as your fans?

(I get these asks alot) my final answer is no.

There are some other adults who are predators out there but not in my sight. I keep a closer eye on that. And I don't allow pedos or groomers here.

I don't really see what the problem is about when an adult likes a minor's work. It's artwork and most of ems crave for the ship and the ship itself its basically a free fun type for people who likes it. (Age regressor say no more cuz its all free to have fun here)

I have no idea why I made this too long but please carry on your glasses people-

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #mario #smg3 coffee n bombs #shygirl4991

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jackhues · 2 months

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cool - (pricey shots and brick wolls! au)

note: takes place in 2019

"give me five minutes, i'm coming," saroyah tinker, defenseman for the toronto six and one of rowan's closest friends, said as soon as she picked up.

"i've been here for ten minutes," rowan groaned, tapping her steering wheel. "the desk guy is giving me a dirty look."

"also, i'm hungry," elain chuli, goalie for the toronto six, added from the back seat.

"didn't you eat a grilled cheese for breakfast?" emma woods asked.

shiann darkangelo, captain of the team, rolled her eyes with a little smile on her face.

rowan, saroyah, elain, emma and shiann were the first few confirmed members the of the phf's newest team - the toronto six. the inaugral season was going to take place next year, but the team was coming together already.

the five girls had been invited to the toronto marlies camp, to learn and teach new drills and practice with the team. it wasn't the maple leafs or the nhl, but it was still a big deal to them. and if there was one thing rowan hated, it was being late.

"i'm here," saroyah announced, getting into the passenger seat. "okay, we can go now."

"if you were any later, i'm pretty sure rowan would've left you," shiann laughed, causing the other girls to giggle as well.

"i was thinking about it," rowan admitted, turning onto the familiar toronto roads and making her way to the marlies training facility.

the girls sang along to rowan's playlist, made jokes, and laughed as they made their way. finally, rowan reverse parked into the parking lot.

"you should learn to forward park," emma commented, opening the trunk to grab her bag and gear. "there's gonna be a day where you can't reverse park into an empty spot."

"unlikely," rowan grinned, grabbing her own bag. "and at least i can park, not like the rest of you."

"it's not that we hate parking, we hate driving in the city," elain corrected.

"traffic's a pain," saroyah agreed.

emma and shiann nodded in agreement.

rowan stayed silent. she loved toronto because she made it her home. there was kelowna, there was montreal, but those were places her family had taken her. she loved them, yeah. but toronto was where hockey had taken her, and she chose it. so she made herself love every part of the city - even the dreadful traffic.

eventually, the girls had changed into their hockey gear, switching topics to different drills they wanted to try out, to moves they wanted to perform on the ice. they were hockey players after all, their conversations didn't go far from the sport for long.

"welcome," an older man walked up to them. "you guys must be from the toronto six, correct?"

they exchanged introductions, before making their way on the ice. pucks were littered on the ice, along with materials for puck handling drills.

"you guys can start to get comfortable on the ice," he told them. "the guys should be getting on the ice soon."

as if summoned, one of the marlies goalies began skating onto the ice.

"joe, over here!" the older man waved him over. he turned to the girls, "this is joseph woll, our rookie goalie. joe, these are players from the toronto six."

they took turns introducing themselves.

"rowan price," she nodded in the goalie's direction, smiling softly.

she always had a bit of a soft spot for goalies, mainly because of her uncle. and this goalie was a rookie, which made him even more endearing.

"it's nice to meet you guys," he smiled at them, before making his way to the net.

the other marlies players slowly made their way onto the ice, dropping by the girls to talk different drills.

rowan stuck to some puck handling drills, impressing some of the marlies players.

"have you tried shooting on one of the guys yet?" trevor moore, one of the marlies players asked.

"nah, not yet," rowan shook her head. "don't want to embarrass anyone this early in practice."

"ah don't worry about that," he laughed. "light 'em up all you want."

rowan grinned a little, finishing up her stick handling drill before skating off to where emma was. the two girls talked about some of the new drills they'd tried out, and how they were thinking of implementing those in their game.

rowan kept her eyes on the rookie goalie, number 35: joseph woll. he was pretty good, stopping a number of shots. he made little movements, tracking the puck long after he cleared it. the way he played seemed so familiar to her, but she was pretty sure she'd never seen him before today. it was weird.

"you should try shooting on him," emma told her. "he's pretty good for a rookie."

rowan nodded at the second statement, before grabbing a puck and getting ready to go against him. she felt like she was ten years old and back in her driveway, going 1v1 against her uncle after school.

she held the puck until the last second, before letting it go, right past his glove and in the net.

emma cheered at the goal, skating over to hug rowan.

rowan laughed at her excitement, continuing with a few more drills. she talked with different players, practicing new drills she never even heard of. she scored a few more goals on the different goalies, before skating over to the rookie she couldn't stop thinking about.

"joseph, right?" she asked, making her way to him as he stretched out. "you were great in net, you sure you're just a rookie?"

he laughed, taking his helmet off and putting it on the bench. the practice was nearly over anyways.

he has really pretty eyes, rowan noticed. she blinked, surprised by her train of thoughts.

"i'm just a rookie," joseph promised. "and call me joe. you were insane out there, by the way. i had no idea which way you were going to shoot until the shot was in the back of the net."

rowan laughed a little, "thanks. i grew up playing hockey against my uncle, so i had to develop a pretty quick release. the way you track the puck is good, it goes against my release. but i'm a little more familiar playing with goalies who track the puck that way."

"i actually learnt that from watching carey price play," he told her. "he was my favourite player growing up."

rowan stared at him, laughing a little bit. "yeah, he was mine too."

"seriously?" joe asked, doing a double take. "a goalie?"

"a goalie," she agreed. "he was my favourite. after him, i'll take sidney crosby. but carey price was my favourite player. still is. it's why i wear the same number."

she turned around, showing him the 'price/31' jersey she was wearing. joe blinked, realizing a few things at once.

"carey price is your uncle?" he asked, an almost awestruck expression on his face. "oh- that's so cool!"

"yeah," she agreed, knowing that her uncle was one of the coolest goalies of all time. she had a feeling this rookie could turn into something himself. "it's really cool."

#naqia writes!#naqia's au's!#pricey shots and brick wolls! au #joseph woll imagine #joseph woll x oc

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rocketyship · 7 months

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That poll is so hard to vote for cause on one hand, it feels like Tiff would fit the best because of her incredibly unreliable narration matching Ted's while it would still be a subversion of the original because of the reason why she's unreliable(rose tinted glasses and extreme devotion to BE as opposed to the stuff Ted's got going on) and her pov on and relationship with BE would just be so fun to see explored and the horror of the situation being a subtle thing thats swept under the rug could be so cool.

But on the other, Evan would also kinda match with the original due to his open emotional distance and disconnect from the girls, AND it would bring a lot of fun, fresh stuff! Seems like Evan is the one who pays most attention to AM, and seeing what's happening there from his pov would be so interesting! He, just like Ellen if she would've narrated could bring up how things like being the only one of the opposite sex and gender in the group and (from what we know from the short story at least) only dark skinned person would like.. idk change perspectives on things?? I'd also love to find out more about him!

Oh, not to mention Naomi!! Having narration that is pretty damn reliable would make worldbuilding and exploration much easier and she's also got that disconnect due to her age and crystal clear memory, being able to see things as they are and were could be really refreshing in a ihnmaims universe and i really want to know what her whole deal is! Being born toward the end of the war must've made quite a difference to how a person would process everything, Ted's whole "I'm youngest so my experience is different because i barely had time to live as an adult before the nukes" wouldn't have shit on someone who wasn't even like... done w puberty.

Ooooh they'd all make for such fun narrators 😭 It's really too bad that writing takes so much time and effort or it would've been amazing to see all three's povs! I still don't know what to vote for or how the results are looking so far but im really looking forward to seeing what the results will lead to!

Maybe you have a character you have the most ideas for or would like to write most? Cause if so, that'd def help me choose what to vote.

Sorry for the wall of text(would you believe me if i said i wanted to write more? This is me trying to show restraint, didn't even write about the potential AM could have as a narrator), and i hope you have a good day!

Okay so first off, I love-love-love this response. You have such fun perspectives on these silly little au characters of mine and it makes me a little sad that you didn’t write anymore cause I definitely would have read it, especially what you were thinking about what an interesting narrator AM could be.

As to which character I have the most ideas for, is such a difficult thing to answer cause well I have so-so many. But I do want to put them out there for you so here they are:

Tiffany: narration wise, I imagine the stuff she says can and does come across as nonsensical and border line trigger happy, however sometimes she occasionally lets something slip that clues into her true feelings and that a part of her may indeed be aware of the gravity of the groups situation, however she shuts it down as she has severe attachment issues and cannot fathom how she could possibly survive without BE. Another thing I pictured is that she very often quotes the bible and other religious texts, as BE doesn’t present herself as machine and genuinely as a divine entity. I also have been toying with a scene similar to the one in the radio drama, where AM is talking to Ted about bumblebees and getting high r something. Where it is set up as the reverse. BE showing Tiff the horrors of what the radiation and world has come to (in a way that is seriously deceptive) and claiming that all she has to do is snap her fingers for it to return. It would definitely read as a story where there is total tonal whiplash from one scene to the next, so that is something to consider.

Evan: I have come up with so many pasts for all these survivors before they were “rescued” by BE, however one thing to note is that I don’t really think of these characters as just “genderbent versions of the originals”. Evan is one of the key examples of this, as in this au he is technically the original Ellen’s older brother, however he left home when she was around 12-13ish, as he didn’t like the life, college and job his family set out and tried to push him into. Unlike Ellen who was a successful engineer, who may have been a hopeless romantic based on the original text. Evan was and very much still is kind of a massive party animal. I picture him very punk but like the old kind of punk. Like he was the kind of guy to go motorcycling around the country (even into war-devastated bits, cause it was a thrill), he went to underground clubs and concerts, and sure as heck slept around and had no shame in it (both women and men if you are curious). He doesn’t want to get sentimental, he wants to live his life on the edge and BE doesn’t allow that. He constantly tries to upset her, get some kind of intense reaction from her. He tries to escape, he kicks and tries to tear open parts of her internal network. This man has tried to kill Gloria (Gloria kind of deserves it thou) and the only reactions he gets from BE is her finding him cute, amusing, or as if he just needs to be put in a corner to calm down for a bit. Truthfully he is someone who just wants to go back and experience life again, recognising that BE’s utopia isn’t living and refusing to buy into it.

Naomi: I won’t lie, Nimdok is so boring in the og story, and they definitely tried to do “something” with him in the game. I don’t like it, again different ramble. So like Evan, she is a different person. Like you said she has barely started puberty and because of BE neither her body or even her mind has really aged in anyway and she is horribly aware of this. Due to the war she has had her childhood taken from her, but now because of BE she shall never experience adulthood or growing up. Her memory hardly anything particularly helpful. She remembers exactly what BE did to the others when they first got brought to the compound, she has seen what goes down in the labs, she knows what pills are and aren’t sleeping pills, developing a habit where she will pretend to take one and spit it out if she is able to. As stated in the survivors master post, she knows BE’s blind spots and will often go there on her own. Not really to do anything, just kind of sit around. Further more, she and Evan have a way of communicating, number of blinks, which fingers moved when you spoke to them, that kind of stuff. Still she doesn’t want to escape, she knows she’ll die if she does, generally she acts more like a mediator in the group. As a narrator, I did have this idea for a few odd habits she has learned over the years. Example is that she constantly counting, time and routine is import to her, as she notices when something is wrong and that freaks her out. She also has this habit of just staring at the others for very long periods of time, especially Gloria. She clearly remembers seeing her on tv during her old life, and also remembers how she attacked her when Naomi attempted to mention it to Gloria.

Writing does take so much effort, especially for me, cause truthfully I’m always jumping back and forth on what I’m working on. On top of this au and the fic, I’m also in the process of finishing the final script and sketches for a different web comic I’ve been planning for a while, as well as a completely unrelated world building project that I’ve been at for two years now. Anyhow!! Tell me more please

#i have no mouth and i must scream #ihnmaims #am ihnmaims #ted ihnmaims #ihnmaimsloveau #alternate reality #harlan ellison #ellen ihnmaims #ihnmaims am #allied mastercomputer #small artist #horror #fanfiction #ao3 writer

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paradoxcase · 6 months

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Chapter 40, 41, and 42 of Harrow the Ninth

I did read Chapter 43 also, so I got the explanation of what's going on here, but I wanted one post just to talk about all these, uh, AUs, I guess? I gather Harrow's dream bubble river bubble is just going a bit haywire because she's badly wounded or something

The first one seems to be an AU where Harrow was not a necromancer, but Gideon was, and Harrow's parents adopted Gideon and disowned Harrow, if I'm understanding correctly. I wonder if they just opted not to murder 200 children in this universe, or if they did do that but the thanergy somehow caused Gideon to become a necromancer instead of Harrow because they miscalculated something? TBH, this seems like a completely different genre of enemies-to-lovers than the version where Harrow is suicidal due to being told constantly about the 200 dead children

Yeah, this is exactly what Harrow would be like as cavalier, or, I guess, aspiring cavalier, since I gather you have to actually be attached to a necromancer in order to really be a cavalier. I gather the only other options on the Ninth other than becoming a cavalier would be to just become a miscellaneous nun, or to realize Gideon's original dream of running off to join the Cohort. Although, there is also a Harrow-joins-the-Cohort AU in this set as well. Harrow says it's her right to carry the blade because she was born into the noble house, so presumably it's just that there's no other respectable career available for the nobility if they aren't necromancers

Something interesting here is that they both seem to be assuming that being Gideon's cavalier automatically makes one the cavalier primary, whereas based on Judith's notes about everyone's history that doesn't actually seem to be the case for at least most of the other Houses, since a lot of the other cavaliers became cavalier primary either before or after getting attached to their necromancer. The only one I can remember off the top of my head where it seemed like becoming the cavalier to the heir necessarily made you cavalier primary was in the case of Magnus and Abigail, but I could be misremembering. It also didn't seem to me like this kind of challenge that Harrow is issuing here would be a normative thing to happen, that someone would challenge a necromancer's cavalier for the right to take their place with that necromancer, it seemed like cavalierships were meant to be a death-do-us-part thing, and a lot of the pairs seem to have been specifically selected for compatibility at birth or a very young age (e.g. Mayonnaise Uncle and Colum), and that compatibility was more important than something like martial ability

This is not a context where I expected to see the word "flog", so I looked it up:

Since the author is a kiwi, I guess she means definition 4, rather than definition 3? That's really interesting, I had no idea "flog" was used in either of those senses

Right, so, this is the cavalier!Harrow version of opening the Tomb, isn't it? Except in this case Gideon intervenes on her behalf, instead of telling on her. Or maybe she did both?

Interesting that Samael is just Anastasia's "warrior servant" here, and not specifically called out as her cavalier, or maybe that's just another way of saying it?

Harrow does know the contents of the Noniad, so presumably this is in there in some capacity, or she's at least heard Ortus talk about this. I wonder what Lyctor Nonius supposedly stood against? There's a very finite number of them

Funny that the role reversal didn't change Crux's opinion of anyone, he has no truck with this adoption nonsense and is still 100% loyal to Harrow and hates Gideon

The next one seems to be an arranged marriage AU of some sort, I feel like these are getting progressively more and more griddlehark content, or just more and more direct Gideon involvement as they go, possibly due to Harrow gradually resurrecting her memories of Gideon

I note that in the last one, Crux had a speaking part, and in this one, Aiglamene has a speaking part. According to Magnus and Abigail in Chapter 43, the major roles in these are played by ghosts in the River, but as far as I'm aware Crux and Aiglamene are still alive on Pluto. Did something happen on Pluto since the last time we saw them? Although Corona seems to be in this one, too, albeit not as a speaking part

Ianthe's soup recipe, lmao

The third one is a Harrow-joins-the-Cohort AU, but it's also... a coffee shop AU, and I guess "BARI" is meant to recall "barista"? Ok, look, the reason people write coffee shop AUs (and high school AUs, and college roommate AUs, etc.) is that those are everyday social situations that are very familiar to the people writing the story, so that's just naturally what they fall back on when they want to write an AU, they want to bring the characters into their everyday lives, or write about them in a situation that they have a lot of first-hand knowledge of. The first AU is in fact a social situation that Harrow would at least be pretty familiar with, even if it's not her actual everyday experience, and the arranged marriage thing, that does definitely seem like something that happens in this universe, it's been mentioned several times at different points, even if Harrow has never personally been involved in something like that. But I don't think Harrow has any personal experience of anything like a coffee shop, or with interacting with food service people in general? Why is there a coffee shop AU here? I guess the reason the last Canaan House episode established Harrow's familiarity with coffee was to set up the basis for this coffee shop AU, but it seems kind of odd given that Gideon had no familiarity at all with hot drinks and Harrow also had no familiarity with tea or how to drink it without burning herself

Did Isaac have earrings in Gideon the Ninth, or is this just a reference to how he died?

Ahh, 14-year-old logic

Also, speaking of mumps, why are people getting mumps in this setting? Even if the Resurrection/etc. wiped out all knowledge of modern medicine, is 10,000 years really not enough time in which to reinvent the MMR vaccine? Also, I seem to remember now that Dulcinea claimed that her breathing tube had been invented by Palamedes, which means it somehow hadn't been invented before Palamedes. You would think that the kind of anatomical knowledge that necromancy would require would mean that medical science is more advanced, not less

Is this "absolutely not, I'm not going to be part of your coffee shop AU about you and your crush", or "absolutely not, you're not dragging my poor dead kids into this River bubble"? It seemed so perfectly to be the first one when I got to the end of the chapter, but then when I read Chapter 43, I started to think it might actually be the second

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth

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hugs-until-you-pop · 5 months

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Poppy Playtime AU

I was thinking about sharing it here since is still in developing and I wanna know what others in the fandom think.

-Premise

This AU is one of those Y/N AUs, where they are either the protagonist or someone else that is still related to the plot in some shape or form.

Y/N was one of the orphans being tested at playtime company, their assigned toy was a small Huggy Wuggy, who also happened to be their favorite character.

However, they were brought in a few weeks before the hour of Joy, when the Prototype freed the toys and all hell broke loose, from the outside, this was merely seen as a malfunction or even a Riot, so Police were called to rescue anyone they could find, they sadly didn't get to the deepest parts of the factory but near the surface, they found some of the orphans, and low authority members of the staff, like janitors, cleaners and mechanics.

Y/N was redirected along eith the other kids to a orphanage outside of town, as the kids would go into panic attacks when trying to recall the events that took place inside their old home, and till this day, is like they repressed their memories but still show mild symptoms of panic when seeing a toy from the company or the smell of Opium Poppies.

Y/N is eventually adopted into a nice family and lives through the rest of their days until they eventually move out. During their search for a home, a familiar name appeared on their line of sight, the town they grew up inside that factory.

Something inside of them kept telling them not to go, but they still went through it and their family gave them the number of a relative that still lived in that town.

Once there, once again going against their gut, they drive off with their car to the parking lot of the factory and watch the build during a sunset, almost lamenting that their childhood is one they have no recollection of, the bad times and the good times were all forgotten because of something that happened inside...but looking at the building isn't enough to trigger anything, not until they notice the smoke rising from the chimneys, the place was active once again, but their car was the only one there.

They get up from the hood of the car and go to the nearest phone booth, leaving a message to their relative that if they were home by next day, they were at the Poppy Playtime Factory and to call the police if they weren't to return to also investigate as the place was active.

I'm still debating on how to go from here, but I was thinking about having Y/N help the toys that the player hurt, as if they were reversing the damages.

#poppy playtime #Poppy Platime AU #What Happened in the hour of Joy?

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justaduckarts · 8 months

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What if. . What if Star holder au had a reverse/swap au? How different would it be?

Hello!

I'm honestly not TOO clear on what this means. My best guess is that you mean something similar to Underswap? So I will work under this assumption (feel free to send another ask correcting me, I won't mind)

Heads up, SH spoilers below (up to the most recent update, no farther):

Star Holder would have gone to Moon, not Sun. HOWEVER since this is a swap and not Dad Moon, Sun would be right- Moon wouldn't be a very good dad due to the way he still feels Emily's loss. Likely, he'd constantly draw comparisons and find the Star Holder doesn't hold up.

Because of these shortcomings, the Star Holder would be less of a sheltered lamb and more of a hardened little go-getter. Probably much more skilled in the Star's gifts. Rough n tumble, but not mean.

Since this is a swap, Sun was the less favored child. Instead of Solaris taking out his frustration on Eclipse, he favored Eclipse for having the gift of fire and Sun kinda... didn't get much of daddy's attention >.> This has actually made him a much more focused leader. He's a bit of a micromanager, actually. ^^' He does get to paint in his spare time tho

Eclipse received so much attention and praise and he... hated it actually. There was a lot of pressure on him to succeed and become the next leader of the pantheon- something he thought he wanted. But the role drove a huge wedge between him and his brother and he didn't even realize it until it was far too late :')

This is where Afton comes in- in a desperate bid to find a way to fix things for Sun, Eclipse sneaks into Luna's office to make a deal with Afton (only, he's a bit older than Sun was. And he also knows what he's doing.)

Well, that was a huge mistake wasn't it?

Eclipse steadily becomes just as paranoid as his father and he's pretty terrible. Unwilling to let anyone into his heart. Well. For now :)

Lunar and Pluto will be switching places. <3

Pluto doesn't attack Moon or become imprisoned; instead she simply leaves the pantheon after Eclipse's terrible leadership causes the lead spill that takes away Lunar's family. She's disgusted with his behavior.

Lunar, for his part, is imprisoned after a much more direct confrontation. Pluto, seeing Lunar as a misguided youth, decides to break him out (which takes considerable effort).

Over all, the whole pantheon is lacking in some deeply needed compassion.

Eclipse actually chooses to have the star made because he thinks (thanks to Afton) that the star will grant his wish and turn back the clock so he can do it over better. It makes him a more reckless leader- because he believes he will be able to remedy it all later.

Sun and Moon actually fight with Eclipse to stop him from using the star because they KNOW he's up to something, but don't know what. The attack is a deep betrayal that confirms all of Eclipse's paranoid thoughts and makes him shift from apologetic to heart broken.

A demon is born when a god falls into the depths of despair.

What could be more despairiung than losing your friends and brother in one go? :)

That's right baby- Eclipse is fully possessed by the time SH comes knockin'. And why are they there?

Because he called to them to heal an injured friend, of course.

Who is the friend?

Aurelia. (Do you see where I'm going with this?)

Julian is Sun's friend! Millie is still in the Luna temple, though she and Moon have a much more professional relationship.

I have so many more thoughts about how this COULD play out, but I'd love to hear some of everyone else's. I think the thing I love the most about Star Holder and it's adjacent AUs is getting to hear other people speculate what could be <3

Hope you enjoyed this answer all the same!

#justaduckarts answers #star holder au

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Writing prompt? Hmmmmmm - how about Stephen & Cloak getting adjusted to one another's quirks after they settle down in their place at the NYC Sanctum?

We Are Who We Are

Characters: Doctor Strange & Cloak of Leviation (Levi) Rating: PG Warnings: Mentions of death & violence. Mental dystopia. Words: 2,605 Genre: Humor, fluff, hurt/comfort Plot: Stephen has taken over the Sanctum Sanctorum as its Master and now he's learning how to live in the city again. More so, he's learning to live with someone again. Cloak has made it very apparent that he's got his own quirks that he's going to have to get used to. But he's already aware of the growing bond between himself and the sentient artifact. Song Inspiration: Conversation by LP A/N: I'm so sorry that it took so long to get to this one, dear. I hope that you like it, though! I really enjoyed writing this and showing my AU's take on Stephen and Cloak's relationship. This takes place in the Dragon Soul AU, where Stephen is "Bonded" with Cloak from birth.

All writings belong to @purplefeathersandblackleather. Do not steal, repost as your own or take credit for my work. If you have a request, put it in my inbox!

"Let's have a conversation, I know you really care and so do I."

The end of the battle had finally brought him to the point where he knew what the Ancient One had wanted him to be. He had decided after coming back from the Dark Dimension and putting the Eye of Agamotto in its resting place for now, Stephen took on the role of Master Of the New York Sanctum. He bid goodbye to Wong, who went to help Hong Kong with the damage that the Sanctum there had sustained even after he reversed time on it using the Infinity Stone. He also said farewell to Damon, who went to help London - the city of his mother's heritage - to help them begin rebuilding their Sanctum as well. He was disappointed that he couldn't help them, but he knew that it was best if he went back to his own Sanctum to keep an eye on it. He also had to familiarize himself with the beautiful building that he would now be calling his home. It was a little overwhelming, if he was perfectly honest, to go from that small room in Kamar-Taj to this gorgeous, antique building that predated even the oldest streets around it. He walked through the many halls, taking in the different and distinct themes of each one as he did: The east wing seemed to be dedicated to artifacts, where the study was - he took note of the huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that ran along the entire room except where the fireplace resided on the north wall - as well as where the meditation room. The west wing was more of the "house" part of the building, consisting of the den, the kitchen and a grand dining room. Stephen noted the scuff marks on the floor where the chairs had been slid in and out from the table so many times, concluding that this was also probably where meetings between Masters would take place. He would have to ask Wong or Damon about that next time that he saw them. As he passed by the changing windows, he was suddenly tugged to a stop, making him grunt and stumble to catch his balance. He looked at the artifact that was still resting on his shoulders which, up until this point, had been silently about him looking around.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked the sentient artifact. Ever since Cloak - who he was now sure he was Bonding to - had been released from that case and saved him from dying, he had noticed that the artifact was quite quirky about things. "Is there something down that hallway you don't like?"

The artifact rippled against his back and tried to pull him away from the entrance of the hall, but Stephen pushed back against him and told him to cut it out. He could almost feel the whine echo in his throat even though he wasn't the one who made that made it. They had only been together for a couple of days, yet here he was already channeling his partner's emotions through his own body. He sighed and made the artifact let go of his shoulders by gently pulling the clasps from the front of his robes. He watched as his partner hovered off of the floor, the uneven pleats swayed as it did and it shook its collar at the man, making him tilt his head in question before looking down the hallway. He could see there were at least two doors on each side of the hall as well as another hallway that split off at the end of it, so whatever it was that his partner didn't want to go near must be in one of the rooms. He looked back at the cloak and just held his hand up for it to stay where it was.

"Okay, you stay there then, and I'll go look down this hallway without you," he told it. The shorter corner of the fabric wrapped around his hand like a small child holding onto its parent and it shook its collar again. "Levi, I have to go down there so that I know what I'm doing in this place. You wouldn't want The Ancient One to be upset with me, would you? Tell you what, just tell me what room you're so nervous about and I won't look in that one. How does that sound?"

This seemed to calm his partner down and it - albeit begrudged he sensed - let go of his hand, pointing to the one on the right, so Stephen looked. It was a set of bamboo wooden doors that closed in the center of the doorway where they met to form a blockade to whatever was behind them. He looked back to his partner, pointing at it to make sure that was the one that Cloak didn't want him to look in, to which the artifact nodded. He returned it and headed down the hallway, looking at the paintings on the walls as he did. A couple of them were scenic; large mountains like the Alps with a flowing river at the base through a field of poppies and others were dense forests with god rays shining through the gaps in the branches or with deer standing in a clearing. When he got to the first set of rooms, he looked at the right room and then over his shoulder to where his partner was watching him closely and seemed to have puffed up in anxiety. He swallowed thickly as he felt the artifact's emotions in his own chest, making his heart race so he looked back at the doors for a moment before deciding that his partner's trust was more important than his own curiosity. He turned away from the doors and opted to search the rest of the rooms which turned out to be a pantry since the kitchen was just around the corner, a large linen closet and a storage room. As he got to the end of the hallway, he looked to the left and noticed it went towards a single, large wood and metal door. The right hallway had a hand count of more rooms on it, so he went that way first and opened each door to find bedrooms that were furnished in rococo sets ranging from rosewood to deep mahogany. He guessed these were guest rooms for when the other Masters came over for meetings, so he headed back to the T junction to see Cloak still patiently waiting for him where he had told him to. He smiled to himself, but he knew somehow that the artifact could feel the pleasant sensation of thankfulness in his chest. He went down the other hallway, noting the decorative shelves on the walls here and that there seemed to be a key rack next to this door. He looked confused at it, with its four different rings full of keys on it, then to the large door in front of him. It didn't have a lock on it, so whatever the keys were for must have been behind it, which made his curiosity grow. He opened the door and peeked in, seeing that there was a large stone staircase going downwards, bringing him to the conclusion that there was some kind of sublevel to the Sanctum that he would have to explore later. He closed the door for now and turned, heading back to the main hallway to find that Cloak had seemed to have fluttered off somewhere. He couldn't help himself when he saw that his partner wasn't in view but to very carefully open one of the bamboo doors to see what was behind it. He damn near busted out laughing as he did. Whatever he had been expecting to see - an interrogation room, a room for destroying out of control artifacts, whatever - was completely blasted from his mind at the sight of the clean, large room with a large marble top table on the left side next to a counter with a sink under a decorative window directly across from him. On the righthand side of the room was a very modern - and very out of place with everything else - washer and dryer set. He could understand why Cloak would hate this room and he laughed to himself as he closed the door, though it was a laugh not of humor, but of endearment. However, when he looked at the end of the hallway, he noticed his partner hovering there and its shoulders were sagging, and he felt a pang of sadness in his chest from his partner. He immediately was overcome with guilt at the feeling and tears filled his eyes from his partner's emotions. Did the cloak think that he had been laughing at him because he thought it was funny?

"Levi-" he called out, jumping when the cloak flew off. "Levi, wait!"

He rushed after his partner, heading back through the hallways and barely keeping track of him. As he got back out to large foyer of the Sanctum, he lost track of where his partner went and looked around, still feeling guilt but now there was a bit of panic. He knew that Cloak couldn't open doors, but he also was realizing just how huge this place was and it would be hard to find his partner since it clearly knew all of the individual rooms better than he did. Rather than panic, he tamed himself down for a moment and reached out to his partner's energy to sense where it was coming from. Though they were just starting to Bond, he could already sense the being's energy, so he followed it to its source and found the cloak curled up in what was left of its case. For a moment, Stephen got a flash of a man with long black hair wearing burgundy and gold Master's robes sitting in his partner's place, hugging his knees to his body with his head down. He blinked the vision away, shaking his head before looking at the cloak and frowned as he sensed its sorrow. Rather than open his mouth and risk making it worse, Stephen left his partner alone for a moment and went back to the pantry to grab the broom and dustpan that he had seen there. He returned, setting the dustpan aside and began to sweep up the shattered glass, the sound letting Cloak know that his partner was still there even if he wasn't ready to talk. Sure, he could have cleaned up the mess with his magic, but this was about spending time with his partner, even if he wasn't ready for him to talk yet. As he swept the glass up into the dustpan, he winced very softly as his fingers popped because he had them clenched so tightly around the handle of the broom. The noise made Cloak look up slowly to make sure that his partner was okay, which drew Stephen's attention over to him and he paused what he was doing, setting the broom against another case. He went over and sat down carefully beside the case, looking at the cloak who looked back to him and he could still sense the sadness in his chest as the entity looked down at his pleats.

"Levi, I wasn't laughing at you, I promise," he whispered softly, getting his partner's attention. He thought about the image that he had seen when he approached the casing of the man sitting in his partner's place and he began to understand. "I wasn't laughing because I thought it was funny, I was laughing because I thought it was endearing that you are a cloak who has the sentience to be scared of the laundry room. But you're much more than that, aren't you?"

The artifact raised its collar a little and turned to face him as it did. Stephen could sense it wondering what he had seen.

"Ever since you saved me from breaking my neck when Kaecillius knocked me over the banister, I could tell you were different. But I didn't realize that you weren't created by magic, that you're actually a spirit woven into the threads you're made from." The artifact rose up from its sitting position, so Stephen did too, and they faced each other properly. "I can now understand why you're scared of the washing machine; you still see the world as a person, even though you're a cloak. That must have been torture for you, being pushed under water and thrown around without regard for what you really are. Not…unlike how Dormammu suffocated me with the water wisps."

The artifact came out of its case and reached up to his face, wiping at it and the man realized he had been crying without realizing it. He took Cloak's corner and held it to his chest, bowing his head as he closed his eyes and trembled, the unseen wounds under his robes from the many deaths he had suffered burning fiercely. He felt his partner wrap around him, but where he was expecting soft fabric, he felt warm, strong arms and a shoulder where he rests his head against it as he let himself cry for what he had gone through finally. He grabbed onto the man who shushed him gently, a hand resting on the back of his head as he gripped the soft red fabric in his aching fingers.

"I'm so sorry," Stephen choked out. "For what I've put you through…for being so ignorant to your feelings like I have everyone else's."

You are too hard on yourself, Stephen, he heard a voice speak in his mind, warm like a desert and soft like a brush of wings against the wind. I chose you because you needed me, and I will always forgive you for whatever we go through together. But you must also forgive yourself for being human.

Stephen raised his head from the man's shoulder, and he expected the vision to fade, only to be pleasantly surprised when it remained. The man looking back at him had handsome, strong features with tan skin and a well-kept goatee similar to his own with high cheekbones haloed by long black waves of silken hair. His brown eyes were like deep forests, hiding stories that were just waiting to be explored which drew Stephen it. The man smiled at him, and he felt himself relax, closing his eyes once again as the man's forehead pressed against his own before fading into a soft feeling of fabric against his skin. When they parted, the sorcerer looked at the cloak and gave him a half smile as the artifact lowered itself from his shoulders.

"Okay, I'll do my best, but only on one condition," he replied finally, making Cloak tilt his collar. "Whenever you get dirty, you let me wash you in the shower where you'll be more comfortable. What do you say?"

He could sense the artifact smile in his heart and Cloak nodded his collar before moving to wrap itself around his shoulders again.

"Good. Now, let's go finish our look around. I'm getting tired and I'd like to sleep soon."

The man proceeded around the railing of the grand staircase and down one of the hallways to his right to look around. He knew now that their Bond was much more important than just a Master of the Mystic Arts and his sentient cloak, he just wasn't sure how. As time would progress, maybe those brown eyes he had seen that now were so vividly imprinted on his mind would reveal their secrets, just like his new home would tell him all its stories.

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