#Forest of the Night had so many good bits why was it so fucking weird about psych meds?
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Rose Tyler and Clara Oswald are exes:
[Image description: "To be clear when I say that Rose and Clara are exes I don’t mean I think they were in love at any point. I don’t mean that I think they even got along that well. Honestly, I don’t even mean that they dated. But there was definitely a Thing and they did not speak of it and they eventually stopped speaking to each other and when Jackie asked whatever happened to that friend of Rose’s? Clara? Rose just shrugged and brushed it off but years later Jack Harkness would hear about it in detail one night while Rose was drunk." End image description.]
I think I've already said all I need to say about this in this post (pictured above).
Series 8 of New Who is (mostly) good, actually:
Picture this. You turn on series 8. You skip Kill the Moon except for the last scene. You skip The Caretaker. You watch just the chunk of Forest of the Night that sets up Clara calling Danny at the start of Dark Water. You haven't actually watched a single second of the show that was less than "pretty good".
#kasteraxilkemeryapheshexerindaikyat opinion poll round 1#kasteraxilkemeryapheshexerindaikyat opinion poll#kasteraxilkemeryapheshexerindaikyat.pdf#poll#Forest of the Night had so many good bits why was it so fucking weird about psych meds?#The Caretaker was such a good concept for an episode why the fuck was it so racist?#and Kill the Moon exists
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strawberries cherries ii
pairing: Kylo Ren x fem! reader
synopsis: Even after your talk, your boss, Kylo Ren, doesn't relent on trying to make you uncomfortable.
chapter warning: allusions to sex, mean! kylo
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The smell of burning flesh isn’t one you can just forget. The rotting scent of something that once was surrounded you as you walked inside. You wish you understood what the smell was before you kept on walking through the house, maybe that would save you from the horrible view you would soon face.
The thick soot lived on the walls of your home, the floral wallpaper turned into a forest fire. You felt the heaviness of it enter your lungs, blackening them. It crept up your face, into the side of your head, flooding your skull until your brain went fuzzy. Your vision had a blurry vignette as you tried to piece together what you were seeing.
It wasn’t until you turned towards the living room when you really understood what had happened in your home while you were away. There they were. Mother and Father. Or what was left of them.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
You jolted up right with a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your face, your hands shaking as you stared out towards them. Fuck. Were you ever going to forget that feeling? You felt the bile climbing up your throat fast enough for you to trip out of your sheets and fall over your toilet. It really never gets easier.
Brushing your teeth and washing your face, hoping to scrub away the memory that was constantly on your shoulder. You return into your room to see the sky’s pinks and purples as the sun rises in your window. Damn, how early was it? You grab your phone that was still plugged in on your night stand to see it was 5:07 A.M. Jesus Christ it was too early for you to be awake right now.
You had four hours until you needed to be at work and really to do since you weren’t planning on going back to sleep. Might as well do some reading or something productive. Like cleaning.
Instead you decided to watch 2005 Pride and Prejudice again like any respectable woman would at five in the morning. This still left you with an hour and a half to get ready before you had to make your train and get to the office unreasonably early. Perfect amount of time to yet again put way too much effort into your appearance to hopefully impress Kylo for a reason you’re not quite sure why.
You replicate the make up from the day before except this time you soften the edges a little bit so it didn’t appear as intense. You were more calculated when you picked out an outfit today, not wanting to throw on the same thing you wore every other day. You decided on some pinstripe trousers and a button up shirt, leaving one too many buttons unbuttoned. You looked pretty damn sexy yet very professional. Hopefully that’s something Kylo likes, but why should that matter?
You headed towards the door and grabbed your purse, keys, and phone along the way. You stopped yourself to give your reflection a once over in the mirror by the door. You looked good. You felt good. Today would be better than tomorrow. You were determined to make it that way.
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By the time you arrived at the office it was 30 minutes until you were technically supposed to start. However, nobody really cared if you got to work early. Snoke even somewhat admired you for it, glad to see someone so young take so much initiative. You set all of your stuff down and logged into your computer. Despite how weird it sounds, you loved the feeling of logging into your computer. You were truly doing the one thing in life you had a passion for.
You were so engrossed with what was happening on your computer infront of you that the sound of the elevator opening and the feet hitting the carpet was brushed off as a bug flying around. It was only until the heat of someone standing next to you did you look up. And there he was, somehow looking impossibly sexy, was Kylo Ren. Your boss.
You cleared your throat and opened your mouth to wish him good morning but he beat you to the punch with a “Are you always here this early?”
The roughness of his voice made you shut your mouth and just nod slowly.
“Well let’s not make it a habit, shall we? I wouldn’t want to have to report you for stealing company time,” he condicended, knowing damn well what you were doing wasn’t causing trouble. And you were prepared to tell him just that. Let him know that Snoke never had an issue with it so why should he. As if he could sense you beginning to protest, he brought up his hand to shush you. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. Am I understood?”
Dumbfounded, all you could do was nod silently in your embarrassment. You looked down at your hands fidgeting with your lap waiting for him to go away.
“And,” he said your name with absolute bitterness, making you look back up at him. “I’d appreciate it if you could find some more professional clothes to put in your wardrobe. It makes you look like a whore don’t you think?” Now he was proud of himself for that little insult. What he didn’t expect was the unmistakable sound of a whimper to leave your lips.
With that, he turned on his heel and left you sitting there, mouth gaping like a fish. He had to get away from you before he could make more comments about how much you like being called a whore and how much he wanted to take you right there like the whore you were.
Your mind was reeling and your thighs clenched as you replayed the sound of his voice calling you a whore in his head. Soon enough, your coworkers started filing into their places and you had to slap your cheeks and bring yourself back to reality.
Poe sits down in his spot next to you as you slap yourself like a madman. With furrowed brows, he grabs your elbows. He’s never seen you so stressed before. “Hey, are you ok?” he asked calmly.
“What? Yeah I’m fine,” you realized how dumb you looked. “Just stress about getting the app done in time is all.”
You were developing an app called The Blaster, designed to alert the user if the bar or club they’re attending gets reports of drugging and other forms of assault frequently or recently. You’re building a beta version of the app currently and your deadline was by the beginning of next month, 28 days from now. Needless to say, you were nervous.
You pull out your phone to look for police reports on the bars within a two mile radius of the office, which being in New York is a lot. You were hoping to find a lot of varying reports to test out and enter into the algorithm to make sure at least that part works properly.
As you were scrolling through the articles on your phone, Kylo Ren walked out of his office to do a once over on all of his new employees. He was very shocked to find you on your phone. He heard from Snoke that you were one of the hardest workers in the whole office.
He had to clear his throat to get your attention. Typical. He walked straight to your desk and looked over your shoulder, at your phone. You could feel his breathing against your ear and his chest line your shoulders, and God was it hot. Unfortunately for you, an ad for some Kardashion drama was covering your screen, blocking one of the news reports you were gathering data from.
“Hmm, I didn’t expect you to be that type,” he mumbled so that only you could hear. You were no longer worried about what he was going to do, the feel of his voice vibrating against you had sent your mind into a rabbit hole of inappropriate thoughts it would soon be yanked from as he continued, louder. “Let this be a lesson to everyone. Your phone is something you can be on at your own time, unless of course there’s an emergency. Let’s all learn from her mistake and not look at celebrity gossip on company time.”
The air in your lungs was squished out as you gasped at the absolute nerve of this man. He already demonstrated how low he would go to make an example out of you but you thought you moved past that after you talked to him yesterday.
He was still unmoving behind you, until he leaned in closer, pressed his lips to your ear, and grumbled out a “see me in my office at once”. You stood up on shaky legs, sure that they would give out on you, and quietly followed him, eyes to the floor.
He let you walk into his office first, slammed the door shut, and whipped towards you with predatory eyes.
“Miss,” he hissed your name with venom. “I’m not sure what grade you think you're in, but here in the world of adults we put our phones away unless it’s appropriat. That includes celebrity gossip collums.”
You opened and shut your mouth not knowing what to say. Not knowing if he would listen to what you had to say.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” he egged you.
“Sir, please understand me when I tell you that I was not doing what you were accusing me of. I was simply looking up information to plug into the Blasters app I’m developing, sir.” You refused to look in his direction as you spoke. You felt so humiliated, so humiliated for being turned on by his scolding you. “What you saw on my phone was simply an ad.”
“Ok, fine I’ll believe that,” he sighed. “However, this app is set to beta drop in 28 days and you're telling me,” he took a step closer to you, “you’re still trial running info dumps? What have you been doing this entire time? Your lipstick?”
“Sir, that is highly offensive and I’d appreciate it if you refrained from making any more of those comments before I have to report them to HR.” You were more offended by the misogynistic implication it had than his talking down to you.
He took two more slow, painful steps to you and then bent down to meet the level of your eye. “Sure you will, pet. Until that happens, sit back at your desk, do your goddamn work, and button up the rest of your shirt. Unlike you, I don’t take kindly to… distractions. No matter how tempting.” His gaze shifted from your eyes to your tits with a tilt of his head, as if he was taking you in. “Run along.”
You immediately fled from the teasing giant, a natural rougue on your cheeks and embarrassed tears in your eyes. God the last thing you wanted was to sit down at your desk and feel all the eyes on you, deal with all the questioning stares.
“What was that all about?” Immediately. You haven’t even sat down yet.
With a deep sigh, you turn to the questioner, Poe, and ask him to meet you in the hallway.
And there you release everything, what happened at the store, how he didn’t call you. You clarified you didn’t know he was your boss until you got to work the next day. You kindly glossed over the part just now in his office, him calling you pet and saying you were a distraction.
“That DICK. Are you kidding? He’s acting like a toddler because you flirted with him before you even knew who he was,” Poe was livid. He was generally a pretty protective person but he always felt drawn to protect you because of your history.
“Yep. Basically. I’ve never had to deal with such a grade-A asshole. Kind of making me miss Snoke,” you joked.
“Don’t go there. Remember when he made Ahsoka cry in his office? She didn’t show up to work for two weeks after that! Like don’t get me wrong, Ren is bad but sometimes we need to count our blessings.” You grabbed Poe’s arm as you laughed at what he was saying, making more disses at Kylo and Snoke.
Kylo Ren was watching this interaction from the window of his office and the quiet simmering of his blood came to a complete boil when you had touched Poe’s arm. He wasn’t sure why he was so angry but apparently it was enough to storm out of his office and yank your forearm to him.
“If you’d excuse us Poe,” he growled, not even bothering to look at either of you as he dragged you back to his office.
“Where the HELL-”
“I am the one who called this meeting. I will do the talking, understand?” You retreated. “Good. I clearly told you to get back to work, didn’t I?” You nodded. “Say it.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” A shiver ran down your spine and your pupils expanded. “So why did I find you flirting with Mr. Dameron in the hallway?” You mumbled something under your breath but he couldn’t hear you. “Excuse me?”
“We weren’t fucking flirting,” you bite back, face burning with anger and desire. You were pleased with the shock on his face after you cursed.
“Oh really? What the hell else was that? I barely started and yet have had to have countless conversations with you about your professionalism in my workplace. So,” his voice laced with superiority when he said your name, “I’d appreciate it if you stopped trying to fuck my employees.”
“EXCUSE M-” he went to cut you off from the beginning of your angry rant but you would’t let him. “No, where the HELL do you get off? Whether or not I’m ‘fucking’ your employees is not any of you ‘fucking’ business. Either way what I was not trying to get into his ‘fucking’ pants because he was talking about his ‘fucking’ husband. So, Ren, I would appreciate if you would ‘fucking’ mind your own ‘fucking’ business. Am I clear?” He nodded, embarrassed. “No, pet, I need to hear it.” You would cum from the way your skin vibrated from this sudden burst of power. Little did you know he felt the same way.
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered with a little bit of a whine.
You closed the space between you two and got up on your toes to make him look you in the eye. “Good boy.” All the breath escaped his lungs with what sounded like a whimper and you had to get out of there before you defiled the carpet of his office. “If you’ll excuse me.” And rushed back to your desk.
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The rest of the work day. Ten minutes after your encounter with Kylo he mysteriously had to rush home. You were pretty sure you had just embarrassed him so much he had to leave. Either way you were not complaining. Finally you were able to get some work done without a shadow making cunty remarks over your shoulder. You were able to get so much done that you took the liberty of taking off ten minutes early. Poe questioned why you were leaving so early, saying this was completely out of character.
“Come on, Dameron,” you said to him. “The boss isn’t here, live a little?”
And that night, when you were stowed away in your bed with nothing but your imagination and fully charged vibrator, you made yourself cum as many times as you could stand. Until you couldn’t feel your legs and you felt the sheets under you get wet. Driving yourself with the way he whimpered, the feel of his chest against your back, the way he degraded you, called you a good girl.
And you knew exactly what you had to do tomorrow.
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💖 fic recs !! 💖
just sharing my fav fics that i read in the last 6 months :)
where living doesn't feel like falling by februyuri - 39k | E |
The year is 2002 and Castiel is a part-time student, full-time gas station sales associate living in Rexford, Idaho. One day, a handsome young man in a black Chevrolet drops by the Gas-N-Sip and changes his life forever.
Castle on a Cloud by whelvenwings - 122k | E |
Dean Winchester has his whole life planned out. Becoming a warrior is all he’s ever dreamed about, since he was tiny - saving people, hunting monsters; quests and deeds and swords and glory. He’s done his training and he’s ready to become a Savaşçı, a knight of the realm. All that stands in his way is the Vigil, a night-long contemplation of his past and future in the chapel just outside the city walls. The only rules: no eating, no speaking, and no opening the door.
Easy, right?
Very easy. Until there’s a knocking, and a voice from outside that pleads for his help…
So begins Dean’s journey, and his path will take him far - across the desert, through the forests, over the mountains and beyond. But his mysterious blue-eyed companion is keeping secrets, and Dean has a few of his own. Will he be able to let go of his fear before they come to the Castle on a Cloud?
the cheapest room in the house by biggaybenny - 89k | E |
what if instead of a very sincere and earnest love confession dean just found out cas was gay? no confession, no god-jack endgame. just post-s15 stupidity. just dean being deranged.
the dean downloads grindr for cas fic
the origin of love by dothraki_shieldmaiden - 121k | E |
Having a soulmate isn't always a good thing. Castiel Novak knew, from the age of four, that he had a soulmate. He could feel every bit of pain that his soulmate experienced--every injury, every hurt, every disappointment his soulmate suffered, he felt. By the time he's eighteen, Castiel has felt the pain beyond his imagining, and he's left with the simple question: why does his soulmate hate him so?
Dean Winchester never wanted a soulmate. He grew up watching how the loss of his soulmate destroyed his father. Unfortunately, when he's four years old, he finds himself saddled with one. He spends his teenage years desperate to deny even the smallest comfort from his soulmate.
When tragedy strikes, Castiel sets off on a mission of revenge that will send his life crashing into Dean's. Determined to defy fate, the two separate, only to come back together, only to separate again. But when a demon deal threatens not only Dean's life but Castiel's, the two have to connect in order to save each other, themselves, and maybe, while they're at it, the world.
Roll With It by saltnhalo - 73k | E |
For two years, Dean’s been slaving away beneath his boss – many label him a secretary, but he fucking hates that and feels like it only applies to someone wearing a pencil skirt, so he insists on his title of Executive Assistant. And for what? In the vain hope that one day he’ll manage to become an editor for Sandover Publishing, and that he’ll see the manuscript that he’s slaved over since college finally realized in print.
That’s the dream, anyway.
Right now, he’s fucking late.
Dean wants to be an editor. Castiel just wants to stay in the country.
‘The Proposal’ – as you’ve never seen it before.
It's The End of the World (As We Know It) by tiamatv - 139k | M |
The year is 1996, and Dean’s stuck in Kankakee, Illinois while Dad’s on a long-haul hunt. It’s not too bad. He’s even got a friend, now—even if Cas is a weird, gawky loner kid who gets way too intense about his sci-fi novels and doesn’t know how to stop staring. Just business as usual.
Until his dad comes back, and it isn’t.
The year is 2011, and the shadows known as ‘angels’ and ‘demons’ are falling from cracks in the sky, raining death, destruction, and monsters where they pass. When the Joint Task Force asks for their help in stopping the end of the world—John Winchester, his sons, and a ragtag band of hunters—well, that’s just business as usual, too.
Until Dean meets the cold blue eyes of their team liaison—Dr. Castiel Novak.
carving deep blue ripples by dothraki_shieldmaiden - 85k | E |
With his little brother at Stanford and his father searching out leads on the monster that killed his mother, Dean Winchester is left to hunt alone. It's fun, except in the ways that it really blows. Things start to turn around when he meets Castiel Novak, another hunter. Castiel is aloof and maybe a little too sarcastic, but he's good backup (and pretty easy on the eyes. Not that Dean's looking or anything).
After a few hunts, Dean is willing to make his and Castiel's partnership permanent (and he's not exactly averse to adding another component to their partnership either. After all, he's caught Castiel looking at him just as many times as Castiel's caught him looking). But Castiel is hiding a secret, and it's so explosive that it threatens to not only tear them apart, but also tear apart everything Dean believes in.
Heavyweight by emmbrancsxx0, valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) - 206k | E |
Brooklyn, 1927. The Golden Age of Boxing. Two years ago, light heavyweight champion Dean Winchester and heavyweight champion Castiel Novak had a secret affair. After a scandal tarnished Cas’ name and stripped him of his title, the two parted ways. Now, with a heavyweight tournament on the horizon, Dean aims to up his weight class so he can compete for the title. He finds unexpected competition when Cas comes out of retirement and returns to New York to fix his reputation. Upon their reunion, the two contenders learn that, outside of the ring, some bruises never really heal.
And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets - 60k | M |
Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.
Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.
Right Where You Left Me by outdean - 93k | E |
Ten years after the empty swallows Cas up, it spits him right back out—but a lot can change in a decade.
OR
The "Cas comes back from the empty to find that Dean is married" fic.
Hidden Language by chevrolangels - 60k | E |
Las Alas Academy. A formidable-looking place, all brick building and ivy climbing the walls, nestled in the heart of the city. To be accepted is a pipe dream, to succeed is a miracle. When Naomi Alas left the National Ballet, amidst much gossip and whispered rumors, she walked out with her head held high, and started her own school the next year. Within five years it was one of the most prestigious names in the country, hell—any kid with a pair of ballet shoes and a teacher worth their salt instilled in them the hope of one day walking the hallowed halls of Alas.
So why was Dean here again?
Castiel supposes life could be a lot worse. He’s finally got out of ballet, he hasn’t got kicked out of his apartment yet, and oh, yeah—he’s got a competition coming up that’s his entire future on a plate.
The last thing he needs is a distraction.
for the love of a triangle by dothraki_shieldmaiden - 75k | E |
She’s seventeen years old, with the world in the palm of her hands, but she wants more.
Cassie Robinson is hungry, the kind of hungry with teeth, the kind of hungry that hunts down life like a pack of wolves, and she won’t stop until she gets everything.
OR
Dean, Cassie, and Castiel meet at college and fall in love.
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Ooof lemme just touch on my thoughts with American forests? Bc I grew up in the middle of nowhere, and currently I'm living by what's supposed to be a protected forest, but is slowly being chipped away at for more developments. This may sound like a weird breakdown but eh, I'm on anon so like. It be what it be!
But like. The vibes vary? I worked at a nature center for a bit and you could tell the woods fostered a sort of love towards it's visitors, a lot of who were little kids on field trips to learn? I can see these spaces reflecting the memories and emotions of the area, and there was a bunch of laughter and overall fun to be had!
The forest next to me? Being developed very slowly? Dude it's angry or something is. I have to wake up at 3am-ish for work and you can hear things on the way past driving by? Things that sound a bit off. Moving shadows in the corner of your eye, displaced deer and bear and all sorts of critters roaming the streets at night.
I hate that this weird housing market boom is causing these companies to buy up land in an attempt to make failing developments; the amount of abandoned developments that have just bulldozed the forest, paved the roads, made a example house and just. Never went further than that is sad. If anyone moves into that area like good luck. As an extra special edition, there's a giant sinkhole in that area, meaning if they develop it, basically they'd be selling shit homes that'd constantly need repair bc of the shifting earth underneath with a real risk of one day just being sucked into the earth?
I dunno, I've always been drawn to the water more than the forest? Like throw me in the water and my soul feels at home, the forest to me is beautiful! But not my particular jam. But man also fucked up water mythos is also a bigass vibe
hfjdhsj that sounds scary omg - ngl American forests/wildlife legitimately scare me. I was around 19/20ish when I learned that the US is still super wild, for the lack of a better word - and that people die of exposure, get attacked by predators etc. That is absolutely bewildering to me. We have very little virgin forests left iirc. It's either commercially used forests (my family owns some odd hectars of one, actually! and if you think it makes big money... it doesn't 😂 we've just been farmers for eons) or very young forest that is barely recovering (yes there are ancient oaks etc but many conservatory efforts have only been made during the 19th century!). So while we do have nice forests, thick and lush - they pale in comparison to what we had centuries ago. The Battle of the Teutoburg Forest is legendary for a reason, the Romans were fucking going through it in all that muck.
I just- listen the last time we had a free bear in Germany, he got a fancy name, was tracked and everyone FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT UNTIL HE GOT SHOT RIP. We called him 'Bruno the problem bear'. Like. We're scared, okay? And Americans go camping and put their food in another container outside of their tents "because there's bears *shrug*" BRO I- WDYM THERE ARE BEARS- GET ME OUT OF HERE
Seriously, the US is unfathomable to my feeble middle-European mind lmao
And yeah, like you said!! Forests are weird places... And I totally get why humans of ye olden times™ had a million tales surrounding them. I hate forests at night, tepid European ones or not 😭
(also.... sinkholes are so dangerous?? holy shit, whatever they're doing at your place, that should be illegal jeez. Never underestimate nature, people die from that)
(Haha if you like water you'd like my home state!! We have lakes everywhere + the Spree Forest. But we've been getting a little 'muddier' in these last couple of years haha) And water-based myths!!! I grew up with creepy water witches and nymphs!! There's one very specific to my region and he's a mean little fucker who kills children by drowning them/clubbing them and putting their souls in pots. He also loves to play cards lol
Are there any water-based cryptids etc in America, actually? I don't think I've ever heard of one of those... There probably are, I'm just not aware 🤔
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Pounces into your kitchen.
Oi! Hello!
Are you a writer? If so, do you have any ideas or AUs you want to scream about? I'd be very interested in listening to a good old-fashioned info dump.
Hoooooooo boy.Yes I am :']
So-like- ik I haven't worked on the fae dca much because of Undertale focus but.... man. I can make it so fucked up.
Open on Smithy Y/N. They just got rammed into a marriage they don't want. Doesn't even know their spouse. Can't yell at their parents cause they're old, frail, and rank higher in the court than they do. Spends all day either in the woods or in the forge, doesn't really have any friends to vent to, and the few smiths that work under them don't need to know their family business and don't deserve the weight of their problems. Gets into an argument with a parent (in public, no less) over "welcoming the future and all it holds with hope and enthusiasm" and decides to go an a night-time ride against their better judgement.
They find themself dosing off, however, and what should have been a short trail just on the edge of the thicket blurred into an un-worn path deep in the forest. They lightly chastise their horse for venturing deeper instead of going home when they slipped away, but can't be mad at the thing. They still recognize these trees, after all.... SURPRISE! Something as small as the crack of a branch breaking in the distance sets the horse into full spook, running straight off the beaten path farther than anything y/n recognizes before they're finally bucked off and left in the dust.... weird... mauve dust.
Laying in the dirt with what is luckily only a minor sprain, y/n finds their mind unusually clouded as a person unlike any they'd ever seen stands above them.
It's a fae. It has strangle splotchy blue skin, wings of a moth, legs of a deer, 4 ears, and strange petals like a blue-bell flow down it's scalp like hair or a hat, similar petals on it's neck remind you of a ruff. It's face covered by a thin veil, held by golden ornaments. Golden bracelets like shackles wrap around it's wrists and ankles, but something tell you they're not the manacles of a prisoner.
It introduces itself as "Moon." Claims to know of your plights. Says it's worried for your health and demands that-hey! why are you getting up? Stay down! Come back!
You know to be polite but can't bring yourself to be careful, half-sure this is some fever dream perhaps brought on by head injury. You introduce yourself as "Smith," tell it you appreciate it's concern, but this is no place for a nap and you really must find your horse and go home.
It yells, it begs, it whines, it reminds you of the young princess before she'd gotten the hang of manners, insistent thing it was yet either unable or unwilling to inflict you with any faerie curses like you might've expected. It trailed after you as you walked, growing frustrated all the while, moving to grab you yet pulling away every time. A lovely reminder of your own jewelry. Cold iron. Wrapper around every finger and ear, your neck, your wrists, the toes of your boots and the clasps of your gloves.
The thing blocks your path. It stomps the ground and clenches its fists. It rants and raves about manners, listening, and sleeping at night, before suddenly stopping like it'd just receive the ultimate paternal glare. Perhaps it had. A growing dread assures you that a bit more care would've serve you well tonight.
The little guy whips around and you peer over it's wings to see a towering thing.
It's horribly out of place in the moonlight. Red and Oranges and Greens. It's sported the same veil, and ornaments of it's own, now in silver, with the addition of studs and loops in it's many ears. The many layered petals of it's scalp remind you of poinsettias. You saw no wings, but the "cloak" along it's shoulder physically grew from it's neck, like the little one's ruff.
It stares down at you like the scum of the Earth, before ignoring you to chastise the little guy about straying too far, playing too loudly, and waking him up at a ridiculous hour.
The little one asks if it remembers the "unfortunate metal worker" it's been watching recently??? When it nods, it simply points at you and says "their horse tried to kill them but they refuse to lay down"
The feeling of hidden eyes narrowing on you keeps your mouth shut. And the ensuing lecture is much more convincing than Moon could ever dream to achieve. Something about self preservation, and healing, and rest, and complying for the sake of those who care for you that gives you some major ick but keeps you nodding your head in an intimidated daze, like a child caught roughhousing with their younger peers.
It wasn't enough to get you to lay down on the spot. however, a clawed hand with too many joints and not enough fingers gripping your wrist, completely ignorant of what was most definitely it's hand lightly crackling like a log on fire, said other things about how tired you were.
You wake up a week later in your bed, father worrying at your side, horse in the stable, all the jewelry you had on your person found in a little silk bag tucked away in your nightstand, every free surface on your room adorned with a bouqet of lillies, blue bells, poinsettias, foxgloves, or strangely coloured roses.
Delivered by "worried servants" he would say.
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Y/N continues to see Moon on their late night strolls and rides, struck with a newfound confidence after their "rough yet successful" introduction. As time goes on and you continue to grow lax with the brothers (thought not with your iron) It and Fae and Boy turns into Them and He and Moon. Moon loses his veil somewhere along the way, revealing milky pink eyes but an otherwise featureless face. You start growing closer to Sun(whose name you found out later though it was already obvious) when he starts to appear during your daylight strolls and rides. They're much more common than your late night ones, and your scared this unfairness might trigger Moon's short temper, but he claims it would be fine because Sun took such a long time to warm up to you anyways.
They bring you flowers, they bring you trinkets. You see moths and lizards in the corners of your eyes throughout the day. They sing strange songs in a tongue you can't understand. They offer you food that you always decline, distrustful of the oddly perfect bread and strange looking fruits. Sometimes you take your rings off. All except your engagement ring, of course.
Moon gets unreasonably upset over this, wanting to hold both your hands. He says he has to make such a fuss because he's being angry for Sun, too. But whenever you bring up your engagement to the eldest, he changes the subject, ignores you all together, or shows no sign of being upset at all.
Strange creatures.
They make you laugh, though.
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You're getting married Saturday.
You met your fiancé today.
It was awful.
They were about as thoughtful as your parents and twice as haughty. They refused to look at you. They refused to talk to you. They interrupted you when you tried to talk to them. You had to listen to whatever they wanted because you were in public, they were a higher status than you, and you didn't want to make a scene.
They made you take off your iron. They called it "unbeffiting." They insulted everything from your clothing to your profession to the way you wore your hair and the length you kept it cut at. A servant brought you a new outfit for the evening. When you hesitated to remove your rings, they ripped them off your fingers. Left them uncovered and nicked.
You were supposed to walk back to your quarters with them to bond until you went your separate ways for bed.
You took off into the dusk ironless, horseless, in dress shoes bare and hands.
The hour is unusual, both brothers appear to you, the youngest stay back and watches the Sun provide you comfort you didn't know he could give.
Nothing crackles when you grab his hands, your own in nothing but useless stone and gold.
"I want to make a deal." A thumb with too many joints rubs over your last ring
Shackles for Shackles, Strings for Chains.
Black across your ankles, silver and gold around your wrists, loose chains bound to a necklace that chokes with precious jewels. Pale white eyes and blood red freckles more beautiful than the sunset you were too busy crying to watch.
"Moon and Eclipse agree they'd be just fine with you as an in-law"
You were getting married today.
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THIS ISN'T ALL.
I HAVE MORE.
THEY'RE GONNA BE ON A SEPERATE REBLOG CUS THIS IS HUGE
#burger king is fae food#Spouse is not actually so horrible#but this is a concept✨✨✨#Fae!dca#fnaf dca#Moon's just trying to get another brother#man#if that means Sun falls in love with his best human friend#so be it!#Loved writing this because its technically a ramble and I don't have to make it pretty#wow#dca fanfic#i get to tag that
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5.29.23 Monday
12:29 am
Done, showering....I feel bitter....Argh! I have windblow trap... Whew! I feel self-pity ...
12:58 am
My pelvic is aching and my sciatica down to my left leg... I fell asleep for 20 minutes,I had this weird dream that I went to stadium and I'm watching a basketball. I'm looking for a seat coz the stadium is crowded, I just sit on the stairs and suddenly the lights went off.....Then, another weird I saw my old high school friend Brien ( cousin of RC ) we are shocked coz the lights went off... People in the stadium got panicked and started running to go outside the stadium. I think there are Zombies....People are running and bumping each other...
So, I'm also in a hurry to go out... Brien suddenly hugged me ( this is just a dream ) and grabbed my hand and he pulled me quickly to go outside the stadium coz people were scared and shouting that there are zombies...
I accidentally went to the bathroom and saw a vampire in the bathtub ( bathtub in the stadium bathroom) people were running and shouting....Brien pulled me out of the bathroom and held my hand and we quickly ran as fast as we can to go out of the stadium...
I asked Brien, if he brings a car and he said no! I'm riding a motorcycle... Weird for me coz Brien didn't have any kind of motorcycle but a car in real life...
Additional: Part of my dream last night on that 20 minute nap then I woke-up just to type this then I fell-asleep again..
I forgot to post that the face of Jerome ( my high school friend as well ) appeared in my dream coz I fell asleep again... He rode the motorcycle of Brien, while me and Brien looking for his motorcycle but weird on the dessert place... Me and Brien shouted on Jerome that hey! HEY! Help us Jerome! But Jerome didn't stop driving the motorcycle or he didn't notice us...
7:21 am
Hmm... Uncle Jun is still sleeping and I wonder why... I wonder if he will go to Georgia'Z forest today... He was late yesterday and also he went back home a bit late than his usual 5pm....Just trying to figure out if he has a new pattern angels....Sometimes, he is splitting or intentionally changing his behaviour....
Me? Will drink coffee and still waiting for me to poops... I had a weird dream....Still, wanting of leaving this fucking hometown... I lost chance to meet the aliens....Someone or a particular group is damaging me...Still, thinking of money and wanna buy starbucks everyday...
I hate some bad character FilipiNOSE who just used me to be their strength...
8:13 am
I'm so affected by these fucking fake hometown that most of the some FilipiNOSE Monkeya'Z who controlled me for 16 years are just planning to leave me having this "deep smile lines"... Can they pay for it? To remove my "deep smile lines" ....Can they return my 16 years or year 2011 where I was already fully awakened...
I have this windblow trap...
8:31 am
Hmm.... No signs of life again coming from Uncle DD that he is handling the money and my Aunt Teresa always told me that Uncle DD knew it already... But why??? There is no signs of life from him??? Delayed rice providence...
Or probably he wants a bad situation here before he will react on us...
But the real thing the deal wasn't only rice but my original stuff...
8:40 am
Uncle Jun is up already and now taking care of Neko... Hmmm I wonder why a bit late... A new pattern of behaviour???
9:36 am
Want some good aliens but will share my youtube crushes....
Caleb is so cute....
10:12 am
Whew! Uncle Jun went out already going to Georgia'Z forest oh! I hate Georgia'Z group... My blood is boiling... For their secret conspiracy on me and their weird grouping and probably rituals???
I still wanna leave the hometown and thinking of money... So, many fakish here in Cavitish...
11:03 am
If we are still have enough money, will hire a gigolo to save my ignored face here, angels...
2:23 pm
I'm able to poops 5 minutes ago... Whew! Pain on my lower back and pelvic lessen... But I still have sciatica/ priformis...
6:52 pm
Doing my stretching on sciatica/priformis/ pelvic pain...
7:09 pm
Whew!
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9:52 pm
Done,eating dinner with baby John and done, brushing his teeth...
Same routine in a lil while will take my shower...
My personal thing, I still have windblow trap... I still wanna see donkey and camel... I hate some FilipiNOSE if they are trapping me... I still have personal frustration... I wanna leave this hometown... I wanna do collagen shots and to remove my "deep smiles lines"...
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Headcanon : From friend to boyfriend
Author note : I’ve got nothing to say I’m fucking loser just enjoy it ♡ For my page setting I got the inspire from two blogs @/tokrev-roses and @/Tokyo-fukushu (go to see them they’re incredible they make such a wonderful jobs ♡ and if you guys saw it well I didn’t mention you because I didn’t want to bother you 👉🏻👈🏻) I didn’t know if it would work but I tried.
Warning : Swearing - mention of fight - child it might be dangerous to be a thug so don’t do it I guess ?
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Manjiro Sano - 佐野 ( さの ) 万次郎
I can see him dating his childhood friend, I mean the man actually likes them protecting them ? He would even get extra attention if he is dating you so why don’t give it a shot ?
Obviously your relationship didn’t start like this (I mean not entirely)
You were living quite close to him I mean like on his neighborhood and one day you just saw him walking around probably getting back from school. A lollipop in his mouth, his hand behind his head the little boy was walking as if he was ruling the city (he might but you haven’t known yet), as a child you were kinda curious to know him since he seemed to be around your own age.
So you walked to start a conversation with him, as expected the little boy was pretty chill about everything so it was easy to talk with. You two talks about everything and anything at the same time until the little boy’s tummy was yelling for foods, laughing at his state you decided to buy him something since he was your very first friends.
After asking him what he wanted you moved into a Konbini
That you discover that his favourite was Taiyaki and Dorayki
You two started to hang on frequently (every day to be honest, each time he saw you leaving school he either ran into you or yelled to go home with him). People sorting to think that you two were in love with each other even though you both claimed that you were friends (even part of the same crew).
You even started to go into the same martial class as Baji, knowing it was his grandfather ruling everything, so you could spend more time with your new friends and get to know him more.
He never failed to amaze you, and took great pleasure of doing so many techniques just to see you getting all impressed.
He also enjoys seeing you working hard to do the same techniques he does previously
Two buddies.
That was your label for a long time until you started to notice your own reaction around him.
It was pretty silly at first. When he was too close to you, you felt your cheeks coloured in red. When he was smiling at you you couldn’t help but smile at him too, you discovered you were weak for his pouty face. Also whenever he was touching you (brushing his hand at yours or even touching like when he is taking your wrist to look at him so he would pout to have his precious Dorayaki he was craving for).
Honestly you just thought that you were starting to be a fan or something which was a little bit embarrassing.
But nothing to be worried about
Then, You’ve started to feel that it was maybe more than just a friendship or at least you were loving him more than you should.
You realized one day that you were in love with him, when he decided to kick your bullies’ ass without telling you. Like you once told him about those teenagers who were bullied you and that you’ll work even more harder so you could kick their ass. But it wasn’t on Mikey’s taste like all he heard was « Y/N is in danger I must protect them » and so did he. He walked into your school looking for those bastards.
Once he found them it was already over for them, he quickly kicked them off and as expected they weren’t as strong as they thought they were just in groups. What he didn’t expect, was you looking at him beating the shit out of your bullies.
The way he was beating each of them, how he was easily taking them down, the way he was fighting for you to protect you. It was the last thing you needed to fall deeply in love with him.
Even if he was still a little boy, his aura was quite something from behind (though he is quite small) he looked like an adult. A true leader.
You couldn’t think more about it because he turns in head into your direction raising his brow « what are you doing ? Let’s go I’m hungry y/n » he then smiled at you.
During your walk into the closest Konbini he was acting as if he didn’t previously fight against teenagers while still being well a little boy. You two were as usual talking about everything and anything until you found the shop, then he proceed to whine about not having money to buy Taiyaki or Dorayki.
Since you couldn’t refuse anything at him when he was all pouting you proceeded to buy his favourite foods
But being the young baby you were you didn’t understand that all the feelings you were feeling, how you cheeks tend to be red around him, how nervous you were when you walked together, how worried you were sometimes when you saw him his covering with some bloods (even though you knew it wasn’t his).
It took you one year to actually understand that you fell in love with him, and that you might screw your relationship because of that.
In fact when you finally aged up to go into junior high school, you started to have other friends than Mikey (it doesn’t mean you didn’t talk to him anymore quite the contrary). And those friends were particularly interested on one thing « crush ».
You’ve never heard about crush before, I mean you were aware of the attraction between two people but as a child you weren’t interested in him especially since your close friends (Mikey for exemple) didn’t give a damn about it, so you did the same.
Talking with those new friends made you realized that you had a crush on your best friends
Things started to get weird between you two
Cause whenever Mikey was around too and a little bit too close to you, you started to freak out afraid that he might discover your secret. So you tried your best to be a little bit distant with him
Which honestly broke his little heart, he kept wondering « why Y/N isn’t walking with me anymore ? » Why aren’t we sharing foods anymore »
It didn’t help that he started to really miss you, and was craving for well, attention from you
He never realized it but he was craving for your praise or approval. Like whenever you were sipping over him being so cool, he couldn’t help but to flex his chest with a smirk looking at Draken (as if he didn’t give a shit about your praise)
Also he was starting to feel a little bit nervous ? Everytime you were riding his bike and put your hand around his chest or waist for support he couldn’t help but feel nervous and relax at the same time.
One time when you were daydreaming as Mike was driving you home after school, you nuzzled your head on the crook on his neck. Smelling his smell, and his warmth you were starting to feel sleepy. You didn’t notice it, but when you put your head on his neck he started to shiver, his ears were a little bit red too, his heart was beating like hell.
He didn’t expect you to get so comfortable around him, but was he concerned ? Absolutely not, he even enjoyed it knowing you were so good with him
But then it happens, he started to dream about you. Every night he didn’t spend on thinking about his brother and what he could do to protect him, prevent his death, his night was decimated to you.
One time you two were driving together talking about everything, on other time you two were sharing some foods on the beach his hand around your waist as you were putting your head on his shoulder.
He even once dreamt about you two kissing, like you were on a picnic date together he did some funny face to make you laugh and just feel it. He wanted to kiss you, and being the blunt guy he is he just put his hand on your cheeks and then kiss you. To his surprise you hug him as one of your hand moved to his hair so you could kiss him more.
He woke up that night his face all read, his index on his lips (as if he could still taste your lips on his).
Those dreamt kept coming again and again
So he knew something was wrong so he talked to Draken who just looked at him as is he was dumbest man of the world « Mikey you’re just in love with Y/n »
What do you mean just in love ? He was the god damn leader of a gang, he was Mikey the invicible and yet he falls in love.
How he wishes his brother was still here to help him
Because he didn’t any idea how to handle this ?
The real issue according to Draken was to know if you were interest in such relationships especially since you two know each other since you were a child. They were a probability according to him that you weren’t interested on him but according to his sister Emma they were a high probability that you were in fact into him. She couldn’t prove it though.
It took him so many days until one day he had enough, he just wanted to talk about it so he could dream peacefully. No one knows about his « weird » dream and honestly he couldn’t take the risk of Draken knowing about it he wouldn’t see the end of it
So one day he just drives into your school and was waiting for you, to be sure that you won’t avoid him pretending of not seeing him. He parks right into of the gate and was making so noise with his bike. Everything so you would notice him.
Of course you saw him, and since he looked straight into your eyes, you knew you will go home with him (not that it bothers you quite contrary but it was starting to be more and more difficult to keep a straight face around him)
So you didn’t try to escape or anything afraid he might be sad or worst angry against you, and you moved behind him on his bike so he could drive you.
Much to your surprise, he wasn’t driving you home, in fact he was driving into that forest where he kissed you in his dream (something told him he must go here to succeed so). Which was starting to confuse you like where were you going ?
Knowing when he got something in mind you couldn’t fight you just decided to wait until he would park to confront him about it.
But again you couldn’t manage to say anything, as soon as he parked his bike he was already walking into that spot the one he saw in his dream to confess. So you had no choice but to follow him knowing you couldn’t get home until he decided so
When you two reached the spot Mikey was looking for, he finally turned into your direction looking right at you.
He looked very serious, he got that face you know ? The one he got when he was ruling a Toman’s meeting. You got Mikey the invisible in front of you, and even if you were used to see him leading you still were surprised (and a little bit scared) when you were confronting the leader and not your childhood friends.
Unconsciously you gulped which Mikey noticed and couldn’t help but chuckled a little bit
« You know it’s not funny to make fun of me Mikey »
« You’re just too tensed it’s funny »
« No it’s not *sigh* you’re just so serious right now what’s happening ? »
« Are you afraid of me y/n ? »
« Uh ? What are you talking about of course not »
« Then why are you avoiding me so much ? »
« I-I’m not I just »
« Don’t lie to me Y/N »
« I’m not I swear I’m not avoiding you Mikey I just got so many things in mind I-i’m sorry if I hurt you in anyway » (of course you couldn't just straightly tell him that you weren't seeing him as much as before because your heart decided to beat like a damn drummer each time you were closed to him)
« Well that’s good then »
« Good ? »
« Yeah I couldn’t scare the person I love it wouldn’t make sense »
« (…) Wait what ? »
Your heart was beating so hard against your chest, you’re face was all read you didn’t even notice you high-pitched voice.
All you notice was Mikey holding his stomach with both of his hands, laughing so loudly tears rolling on his chest, his smile was so big.
Damn, I wish I could see him more like this was all you could think at that moment
When he finally calmed himself he just looked at you smiling and proceed to repeat himself « You hear me y/n I’m in love with you »
Before you could even realized, you ran into his chest holding him for dear life. As Mikey didn’t expect you to literally jump into his arm he couldn’t managed to catch and to keep his balance at the same time, so you just ended up laying on the floor, you on the top of him. He didn’t mind though, having you close to him relax him more than he could realize.
As you were mumbling something against his chest, he didn’t have any choice but to stand up a little bit while holding you so you two could be face to face. He then asks you to repeat yourself so he could hear you two.
« I love you too Mikey »
« *chuckle* Guess we’re dating each other now »
He didn’t kiss you that but he promised himself to do things like his dream, he wasn’t worried anymore he got you by his side.
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers headcanon#tokyo revengers x reader#Mikey x reader#Mikey tokyo x reader#Manjiro Sano x reader#Manjiro sano#Manjiro Mikey Sano#sano manjiro#sano manjiro x reader#sano Headcanon#Mikey headcanon#tokyo revengers Mikey#Mikey#tokyo revengers manjiro sano#Mikey tokyo revengers
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Oh man I had the most amazing dream last week and I thought it would fade but instead my brain is making Moar Headcanons so BUCKLE UP KIDS IT’S ANOTHER EPIC FIC I WILL NEVER WRITE.
So there’s this world with giant monsters that for some reason look a bit like above ground mole-shrew hybrids but the size of like an eighteen wheeler (and for some reason teeny tiny fairy wings. Like all the animals had these fairy wings but the giant monsters had them even though they couldn’t possibly use them). And these monsters relied heavily on sound to find their prey, so you learned to be REAL QUIET REAL FAST.
Except one of them caught Reggie’s trail and he ran and ran and ran until he came to these ruins from the Before Times, all abandoned and overgrown and not at all like the ruins he and his clan live in. So he hides inside and the monster is about to eat him and he gets saved... and passes out (aka my dream did a weird time skip) and all of a sudden he’s in this really nice room and it smells weird and not like the forest and what the hell.
And then someone greets him like: “Oh good you’re awake” and he freaks the fuck out because like WHY ARE YOU SPEAKING OUT LOUD. YOU’RE GOING TO GET US ALL KILLED. And he runs and hides and Luke is like: ‘okay 1) what the fuck and 2) what did all that hand waving mean and 3) that dude runs with no sound and it’s freaking me out.’
Turns out there’s this city with a very big wall so that the monsters can’t get in (maybe with some kind of high pitched noise all around that the monsters hate but humans can’t hear) and it’s just... full of people? Thriving? Who had no idea that far away in the forest there are other societies who live in like, the trees and ruins of buildings and caves who have learned from very young how to be very silent to survive.
And Luke and Alex were out exploring on a dare, and they would get into incredible trouble for that but they also saved a boy so there. And everyone is apprehensive at first because ‘wtf a boy from the outside we thought we were the only survivors, us and a city on the other side of the country we can sometimes contact by radio’.
And of course Ray Molina is just like ‘it’s free kid’ because this is my brain and I love it. He lives in the old school and is a teacher, and they set up one of the many empty classrooms as Reggie’s room. And Reggie slowly learns about this freakish new world where people talk and laugh out loud and aren’t afraid 24/7 and he very slowly starts to open up and whisper responses back to questions. He shows Ray his sketchbook because drawing is a hobby that doesn’t make sound, and Ray is very impressed and probably gets him more art supplies and chalk to draw on all the chalkboards in the empty classrooms.
And Luke is just thrilled because New Friend!!! And he wants to show Reggie everything he’s been missing, because Reggie has no idea what MUSIC is and that is just like, a fucking tragedy. And Reggie is mesmerized by Luke’s guitar, but when they take him to band practice, he is very quickly overwhelmed and runs away covering his ears. And Alex finds him and just talks him down because he knows what Anxiety is like and he’s very sweet and whispers so Reggie doesn’t freak out.
And that first night Reggie is lying in his New Room which is bigger than the room he shared with like, all the older kids of the clan back home, and he’s so lonely even though his new friends showed up with all kinds of cool things to put in his room (like a bed with a mattress and patchwork blankets and a PLANT that will one day GROW TOMATOES) he’s lonely and scared because he’s never slept alone. So he sneaks into Alex’ room because Alex was nice to him about freaking out about sound and Alex is like ‘um wtf’ when Reggie begs to sleep in his room, he can sleep on the floor. Insert adorable snuggles because Alex isn’t going to let the poor guy sleep on the floor.
And Luke bursts into Alex’ room the next day because REGGIE IS GONE only to find him curled up next to Alex and he is not jealous, nope, not at all, why would he be jealous his crush is in his friend’s bed, even though his room is in the same hallway.
Alex and Luke live at the school too, Alex because his parents (who probably live in the former monastery with a bunch of other Religious Nuts) kicked him out, and Luke because he ran away for the Usual Reasons. Luke teaches the little kids music and basic math, Alex teaches mending clothes and basic food prep and dance, and Julie helps her dad teach the other subjects. She starts teaching Reggie how to read and write because he’s fascinated by it.
In exchange for living there, he starts to teach kids how to draw, and they quickly learn that they have to be quiet or Mister Reggie gets scared and it is Adorable to see a bunch of six year olds tiptoe into class. (Reggie despairs because how can anyone tiptoe so loudly you would be dead in minutes outside the walls, I’mma teach you how to SNEAK as well. Hide and seek has never been more challenging for older siblings and adults and they have no idea why.)
And Reggie settles down and learns he can speak above a whisper and things will be okay and learns how to play instruments (insert Julie teaching him piano and Luke teaching him bass). And he plays with the others with these noise cancelling earmuffs on so it’s not too loud and overwhelming for him and he is SO HAPPY.
Sometimes Julie will read to him and he’ll lay his head in her lap while he plays with his hair and it is the Best Thing Ever and sometimes he and Luke will sit very close and write melodies together and sometimes he’ll draw Julie and Luke together and they just slowly fall in love and it’s very sweet and gentle.
And then another stranger comes crashing into their wall, or tries to scale it, and he’s not being chased by a creature. So everyone is freaked out and when the news hits the school Reggie BOLTS because OUTSIDE THE WALL PEOPLE!!!
And Willie has scaled this giant wall like: I’m going to see what’s on the other side and get a sense of where I am and if there’s any monsters around and then WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THERE’S PEOPLE? And he climbs down the other side and people have noticed him and he is met with all this yelling and demands and everyone is so loud and he covers his ears and by the time Reggie gets there he is close to tears.
And Reggie does like, the most un-Outside-The-Wall thing he has ever done in his life, which is stand in front of a crowd of people and shout at the top of his voice for them to “SHUT UP!”. And thankfully they do, because by now everyone knows about softspoken Reggie who barely speaks above a whisper and who came from outside of the wall. And now Willie is even more freaked out because that’s his Reggie??? Shouting??? Is he insane???
And Reggie hustles Willie to the school and into his room and away from People and probably says (whispers, because Willie is already freaked out) to Luke that he should go get Ray and tell all of their friends what happened and of course Luke does. And Reggie signs and whispers to Willie that’s he’s safe and about how the monsters are kept out, and they’re just like, hugging and maybe crying a little because Reggie thought he’d never see Willie again and Willie thought Reggie was, you know, eaten by a creature.
And Ray comes and brings them some food and Willie is Wary but Ray speaks very quietly and leaves them alone right after letting Reggie know he’s excused from classes and chores for the day. And Reggie is like: that’s Ray he’s our elder and he’s really nice and I teach kids to DRAW. And Willie haltingly tells Reggie about what has happened to the clan, how it kind of fell apart due to increased creature attacks, how he ended up under Covington instead and fled because dying alone in the wilderness was better than what Covington was making them do.
And Reggie hugs him and promises he’s safe now and takes Willie to the showers. He asks Alex if he can find Willie some clothes and then shows Willie like: LOOK. Hot Water! Coming From The Pipes! Fancy soap! Yes we get to use it! No it’s not a luxury only for the elders/cult leaders, you just have to trade something with the lady down the street who makes them. I gave her a portrait of her family and I got four blocks of soap.
And Willie is like, amazed and also a little nervous, so Reggie washes his hair for him. And maybe Willie cries a little because it’s been so long since someone touched him without wanting to hurt him.
And they’re just toweling off, and Reggie wraps his towel around his waist when Alex knocks and brings them the clothes, and Willie very much does not, he just dries his hair and smiles at Alex because hey, pretty boy, and Alex’ head nearly explodes because OH NO HE’S HOT. (And Reggie signs like: they’re weird about nudity here, cover up. And Willie signs back: I don’t think he minds.) And Alex flees to go um... be alone. And think calming thoughts.
And of course everyone welcomes Willie with open arms and they’re like ‘we got this, whisper voices like with Reggie when he got here’. And Willie is fine, and once he gets that it’s safe, he is just ENTRANCED by loud music, especially Alex’ drums. He goes to practice with Reggie and sits on the floor watching all heart eyes and takes off the hearing-protection and is just enjoying the shit out of the music. Even though he barely speaks, he prefers to sign.
So once day Alex takes him to the room where they practice, the one that is sound-isolated. And he shows Willie that look, when the door is closed, nobody can hear the noise inside. And then he invites Willie inside like: come on, I thought maybe you’d like to make some noise yourself for once.
And he shows Willie how to pound on his drums, and that’s pretty fun, and then they end up, whispering, then talking, and it ends in Willie screaming at the top of his lungs, gleefull. And Alex screams with him because of course he does, and Willie just tackles him into the wall and kisses him senseless.
#julie and the phantoms#AUs are awesome#fanfic#fantasy au#post apocalypse#I wrote a thing#I am not writing a thing#willex#juliexlukexreggie#reggie peters#luke patterson#alex mercer#julie molina#willie throckmorton#fandom dreams are the best dreams#i have weird dreams#anne with an e was also there for no reason#there was also a pet fox with fairy wings but I can't really remember who it belonged to just that it was an asshole at the 'dog park'#the post apocalypse monster au#the quiet au
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Some relationships are you, a human, with a human partner, and other are you, a human, and your 240cm tall monster bf, but that's okay
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!! I included their backstory as well as the setting up of the general context for this AU below the cut so if you’re interested,,, do consider reading it fhdjdj;;; I'm really happy with how this turned out and it's super fun to draw monster tooru and his 4 arms lmao
I'm super excited for this AU;;; I really wanna draw more of it dndjjxjd
Iwa is monster-hunter royal blood. However he doesn't want to be heir to the monster hunter shit so he decided to run away the day before his coronation??
As a kid he would play with all the monster animals near the forest which is where he met his lizard familiar and llama ceb. The day he runs away he brings them with him??
The moment he ran away from his kingdom and title as prince he was immediately hunted down by hunters sent by his own family for dishonouring them the Iwaizumi name. Like he's straight up wanted??? ahhh
Somewhere along the way he meets Tooru and they probably wouldn't get along at the start
?? Like they meet at some weird beer house?? And Iwa obviously sticks out because he's human and humans aren't exactly super welcomed because of the history between monsters and humans. Iwa being oblivious to the monster world obviously doesn't realise why this four armed dude won't stop pestering him in spite of his attempts to keep a low profile.
Tooru had approached him because he was sure if he didn't step in, Iwa would have been killed
Iwa was initially extremely resistant to Tooru's "advances" until Tooru whispers into Iwa's ear that "I don't know if you realised but almost every monster in this beer house is staring at you with the intent to kill, so unless you want to leave this place alive, play along and let me get you out of here"
And Iwa just looks around the room and he realises that Tooru was right so he plays along and they try to leave but one of the monsters in the beer house walks up to them and asks Tooru to back off so they could kill Iwa, and Tooru is just like "no can do, he's a friend of mine" and the dude is just like "move." But Tooru is adamant much to the annoyance of the other. A fight kinda breaks out, but much to Iwa's surprise, Tooru managed to take all of them down with ease
As they go aside, Iwa just asks Tooru why doesn't he want to kill him like the rest of the monsters and Tooru is just 🤷🤷🤷🤷🤷 Iwa apologises for causing such a big commotion and getting Tooru involved unnecessarily. Tooru says it's not a problem and Iwa not really having that much money on him, asks if he could return him in some other way? He offers a family heirloom at first but Tooru is just like "Not interested, although how about you let me tag along wherever you're headed?"
Iwa’s response is just "???" Tooru says "look, you aren't getting anywhere in these parts as a human, if I tag along, you won't have to worry too much about being killed and you returned the favour, it's a win win."
So that's how they kinda go off on their journey!!! Iwa actually learns a lot about monsters from Tooru who seemed much more knowledgeable than he looked (no offense to Tooru but that was Hajime’s genuine first impression) There were so many different types of monsters and Iwa was just?? So amazed and almost excited that there were so many things for him to learn and explore??
Like okay they had a bad first impression but he was kinda starting to like Tooru as a companion, listening to way Tooru told all those stories offered him a comfort that he never had back at home
Tooru did most of the talking honestly but Iwa was always intently listening and Tooru could tell he was intrigued and super attentive so he didn’t mind
He did ask Iwa about why he was wandering around in the first place and why the hell was he just traversing across the land with no plan or knowledge of the terrain. Iwa tells Tooru he ran away from his family but neglected to tell Tooru he was of royal monsterhunter blood. Iwa fires back the same question and Tooru responds saying “I get bored of spending all my time in the same old place every day.” neglecting to tell Iwa the fact that he too was of royal blood, the king to one of the many monster kingdoms. (Actually one of the most feared in fact??)
I was thinking the four armed form isn't his real monster form but a less scary version, he's actually a huge fearsome beast but he would walk around in this form to blend with the common folk. This also explains why people don’t recognize him, because if they really knew who he was, they’d be terrified of him.
Tooru is extremely flirty and generally enjoys teasing Hajime. Iwa's lizard does not like Tooru at all. It would be sitting on Iwa's shoulder, breathing small fireballs at Tooru whenever the brunette got too close- For example, when Tooru tries to wrap an arm around Iwa's shoulder or waist, Haji’s lizard would get extremely angry and began attacking him. Tooru is super upset about this tiny little creature preventing him from getting close to his new human companion, but nevertheless, he learns to pick moments where the lizard is asleep to try and engage with Haji
Sidenote, Iwa is a really fucking good archer and good at knives. He may not have had the heart to be a monster hunter, but he definitely had the physical skills to be one if he desired.
Of course there’s a bunch of shenanigans, but honestly speaking there’s also a good amount of sexual tension?? They have a lot of moments where they kinda save each other, whether it be having run ins with unfriendly monsters or humans, to navigating dangerous terrain and making hard decisions;;
They grow to be rather close friends I would dare say;; In fact, for the most part, Tooru would be Iwa's first genuine friend :(( Iwa was never given the luxury of having friends growing up. He spent most of his time training to be a monster hunter or learning about them, which is why he grew super attached to Tooru platonically at first
Once they have a pretty mean run in where Tooru ends up seriously hurt;; Iwa was so scared that he would lose Tooru at that moment;; Tooru fake dies to kinda tease Iwa but he didn't expect Iwa to cry, so as Iwa is there like "don't die on me you idiot-" Tooru "comes back to life" and is all like "awww is Iwa-chan crying because of me?" And Iwa, embarrassed, just punches him in the chest and wipes away his tears like "shut the fuck up asshole"
Tooru is just like "ow- I may not be dead but I'm still kinda hurt you know?" And Iwa feels bad so he just tries to play it off like "that's what you deserve dumbass" before treating Tooru's wounds. They end up spending the night at this cave near a lake where they decided to stay for a few days since Tooru was pretty beat up and the weather was pretty bad
Haji pretty much nursed Tooru back to health, finding berries, herbs and all that during the day in order to make medicine and food
I think at one point Tooru comments "You're really good at this kinda thing huh?" And Iwa is just confused like "good at what?" And Tooru elaborates "taking care of people. Not everyone can make medicine like you do you know?" And Iwa just says it was nothing and he learned most of it from reading when he was a kid
Also like I said the weather was pretty bad so imagine Iwa curling up next to his llama and lizard for warmth. Tooru finds it so fucking adorable??? Clearly the two of them loved Iwa and vice versa, but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous at the sight uxjxhdh
So like one night he just casually says "you guys sure look warm over there" and Iwa just looks at him like 😐
"I gave you my cape you know" and Tooru just "Monsters can't regulate heat like humans do, at least not my species" That was a lie but Iwa didn't know that, so he kinda just looks at Tooru funny before scooting over to Tooru and lying down next to him. His llama and lizard follow, and scoot on Tooru's other side so Tooru is kinda sandwiched in between Haji and the pets. Iwa just mumbles a quiet "now go to sleep dumbass" and Tooru just smiles like a fucking idiot
Iwa quickly dozes off but Tooru not so much, when he was sure Iwa was asleep he gently drapes the cape over Iwa instead before going to bed himself
The next day Iwa is the first to wake up and much to his fucking surprise, he was pretty much incapable of moving because Tooru had somehow wound up hugging him with two of his arms. He was so embarrassed he thought he could die so he could only stay there and not do anything. After while he realises that staying like that could only mean more mental suffering so he slowly tries inching away from Tooru to which he eventually succeeds
He does his morning routine which was to look for berries and herbs because Tooru needed quite a bit of medicine. Tooru was definitely close to being back to his healthy normal self but he still needed to make sure that everything was in check
#oiiwa#iwaoi#I fell in love with a monster king#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#my art#Iwaizumi Hajime#oikawa tooru#apparently I'm a monster fucker now#and because of that I ended up projecting onto iwa#help
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Evergreen Intrusion (Frankie Morales x f!reader)
Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader
Summary: You never knew what happened or why it did; at nights, when you wrapped yourself around his body and he held you in place so you wouldn’t slip away from him, you talked about it, always coming to the same conclusion right before falling asleep. It was real.
Word count: +8.2k
Warnings: angst, hints of grief, smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), this is my attempt at magical realism, bear with me.
A/N: okay guys, this took me over 2 months to finish, i left it incomplete bc sex with frankie intimidated me but i sat today and said "youre gonna get done bitch" and it did, with major changes, but it did. anyway, thanks <3 and i wanna thank @mouthymandalorian because since the start i ranted everything to her and she read it in april and said “its good bitch” and wow, i love her so much i wanna cry
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moodboard by me // gifs: @pajamasecrets and @conveniently-available
Many years later, when Frankie thought of the smell of the thick fog making contact with the grass, petrichor, is called, he would recall the time he spent with you on that place, in that time, and he would remember the eerie aura that you had carried with you during your stay, you glowed. It wasn’t like the feeling the rain gave him when he heard it. It was something else, something he couldn’t name, even decades after it happened.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” you sighed out, looking around you and seeing nothing but thick high pine trees.
Your feet ached because of how long you two had been walking together; Frankie decided the previous day that as you both had your weekend off, maybe some hiking would do you good. He had found a location he liked three and a half hours away from the racket and hustle of the city; he had driven you both in and guided you both inside. The air inside the forest was chilly, the ambient was silent, and at the height you were currently in, a thin layer of fog was roaming and settling right above your heads.
The view was breathtaking, though. The trees made a shelter high above your bodies, the leaves and tweaks and small bushes under your feet were soft, almost mushy, the moss around the tree trunks adorned them in different, formless patterns that you could make out if you were close enough to them, and if you touched them, they whispered the secrets of their host.
It was a weird time in your relationship with Frankie, he had just finished his therapy sessions and he had just recovered his pilot’s license, but he could still get lost into himself at times, he could still sit silent in a room full of people, thinking and thinking and thinking.
He had changed, the Frankie you knew and loved had changed since Santiago had practically dragged him to Colombia for a job. And when they came back, Santiago sent to you pieces of a man, poorly glued together.
Helping Frankie re-build himself was a challenge in itself, first you had to help him find himself among the mess that he was when he came back home. And slowly you had to help cleanse himself from the metaphorical dirt he had carried with him, dirt that was so embedded into his skin; under his nails, behind his ears, entangled in his hair, between his fingers, under his feet, that you had found yourself taking off time from work, and basically life to help him scrub it all off.
All to aid him become himself again. Not lost time. Completely worth it. Because when you had finished helping him, he had looked at you, deep in the eyes, and he had thanked you in the best way he knew how.
But he could still get lost into himself at times.
“No, we are not lost, babe,” Frankie’s voice was low, he was trying to get the map on his hand in some other direction to locate himself.
“Frankie, we are lost,” your hand dropped to his shoulder and he raised his eyes to you, his gaze glistening with the soft light that shone through the pine branches that hovered feet above you, making them look like fine pieces of dried amber, almost hypnotizing.
“Okay yeah, I have no idea where we are,” he sounded resigned to admit it, his shoulders dropped as his head moved so he could take your surroundings in, taking his cap off, brushing his curls back and putting it back on. His eyes for a second got fixated on something far away and you tried to follow the direction his gaze was going, finding nothing but trees, dirt and bushes. His head turned slowly back to you and he left out a sigh when he saw you smile at him.
“What?” Frankie muttered, you bit your lip as you saw his preoccupied quirk, his eyes were trying to find some reassurance in yours, as if he thought you had an answer to a question he had yet to ask.
“We can always walk back from where we came, don’t we?” you suggested, shrugging lightly, trying to get Frankie to loosen up a bit. If he started to freak out, then you knew everything had gone to shit. And you didn’t want that.
Frankie looked at you and he looked behind you at the path you had come from, considering the suggestion.
“I mean, yeah,” his eyes fixated again on something or somewhere and then his brow furrowed, you followed his eyes and yet again, you found nothing but trees, “I jus–what the fuck?” you widened your eyes.
“Frankie?” your voice was as thin and disperse as the fog above you and it seemingly didn’t reach Frankie’s ears, because you had to find your air and put it all in your diaphragm to almost shout at him “Frankie!”
He looked around him slowly, his brown eyes were roaming around trying to locate something, anything and his worried stance and his shocked face made your stomach churn in something closer to fear than expectation.
“I can’t find the way we came from,” he whispered, and you saw the fog slowly turn into a transparent arm and reach to his mouth, eating his voiced words. Delightful, the fog said.
“Don’t play with me,” you pleaded, shivering as you felt as well the fog’s arm feel out the confines of your mouth, tasting your words, not liking them and spitting them on the floor.
Frankie looked at you, his eyes telling you he wasn’t lying, his brows were almost touching each other and his mouth was open in bewilderment, he shook his head slowly a few times and you felt your legs flutter and a heavy weight fall onto your shoulders.
“Look for it,” you mouthed, Frankie saw you breathing heavily and he rushed to you, he dropped his backpack to the floor. His hands on your body felt electrifying. His touch was heavy with preoccupation, his face was quirked in confusion as he guided your breaths in and out, in and out, in and out.
Once the air entered your lungs and exited them as food for the trees around you he tried again to look for the narrowed path you two had walked into the forest.
“C’mon, I think is this way,” he pointed in a random direction and you whined. The fog’s arm rejected it as well, and it fell in front of your feet; you looked at it and found out why the fog didn’t like it, it was stale, incorporeal, bland.
“Are you sure?” your question felt like a prayer and a plea and a beg. Frankie nodded. He wasn’t but he nodded.
Frankie took your hand and turned around to put on his backpack. But the backpack was gone and the ground where it was thrown onto before was ruffling about it.
“Fuck,” he swore and brushed a hand on his forehead to wipe the thin layer of fog that was clinging to his skin, mimicking sweat. “let’s go,” you nodded and gripped his hand as hard as you could, your other hand gripped the shoulder strap of your own backpack and for a second you glanced at the space on the ground that had eaten Frankie’s and it growled softly.
You and Frankie walked for what it felt like hours upon hours upon hours. And you got nowhere.
At that point the forest looked like a carbon copy of itself, the moss was showing the same secrets and you started to be sad, and angry, and scared, and Frankie noticed and the forest noticed.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Frankie muttered to you, you felt an ever so known and unwelcomed sting in your throat, “I’m so sorry,” his arms found you and he held you close to his chest, he kept muttering apologies. For getting you two lost, for choosing that place, for wanting to hike, for not giving you the time you needed, for making you lose a piece of yourself in the works of putting him together. He was sorry. And you felt it. And the forest felt it too.
You cried, as everything felt like you weren’t going home anytime soon.
And Frankie held you, because he was the only piece of home you had left, and you were the only piece of home he had left.
Your tears escaped your eyes and the fog’s arm feasted on them, and you let it. It was the only delicious thing you could offer to it, anyway.
You didn’t know for how long he had been embracing you and letting you damp his shirt with the tears that the fog’s arm didn’t choose to eat when you heard it.
But you didn’t hear it, you felt it entering your head, roaming around your ears and getting itself settled in your mind.
A whisper from the forest. It sounded like a tree’s secret, but sadder, needier, stronger, bigger, heavier, darker and lighter.
“I wanna go home,” you whispered out, to him. To Frankie.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he broke the embrace and his hands slid to cup your face, he brought you to him slowly and took your lips in his.
He kissed you with gentle desperation. His mouth moved at the rhythm of an unheard, newly made up song, chordless, lyricless, soundless; his grasp on your head felt like the silk of the sheets you never lied on, the sound of his tongue sliding into your mouth was lewd and warm and happy and there. You grasped his wrists and held onto him as if he were your home. Not letting you go. Not letting him go. No one was going anywhere.
You kissed for what it felt like hours upon hours upon hours and when he stopped kissing you; you chased his mouth and kissed him again and the songless song began again, and the never owned softness stayed in there, and the ever so present warmness became warmer.
When the air of your lungs faded into the leaves and the pinecones screamed at you and the moss stopped whispering their host’s secrets at the surprise of you kissing for so long, you stopped.
And Frankie’s big, warm, brown eyes felt ever more present, as if they had been there for years and years.
He smiled at you. And you were sure the thin fog that invaded the space faded away because of it.
“You wanna try again?” he asked softly, and you nodded, replying to his smile with one of yours.
So Frankie grabbed your hand again, and you two started walking in whatever direction you two felt like walking.
Soon enough you would be home.
“Oh” Frankie let out, tightening the grip on your hand, you looked at him with anticipation and question in your eyes. His gaze seemed to be fixated on something and you, yet again, followed his eyes, not really expecting to find anything. But you were surprised at what your gaze encountered.
“Wow,” you sighed out. You felt Frankie's eyes on your face and you turned to see him. His eyes bewildered, his smile giddy, contagious, child-like. His. It was him.
“Shall we?” he asked. You nodded enthusiastically, giving him the brightest smile he thought he had ever seen in all his years on the earthly plane.
You had found a house.
A small, old-looking house.
The outside was battered, the pass of the life’s years had darkened its wooden walls, made them look like wrinkles in an old person’s face, the small, squared windows on the front were foggy and covered with white, fine dust and an even thinner layer of mist, it had a small rot-wooden deck, moss and mold and a bright green vine covered the steps. From the spot you were standing at, you could see the way the climbing plants and the secret teller moss adorned the single slope roof.
Tiny droplets of water that had grasped and clung tenaciously onto the roof edge from the fog that had faded into the sky were succumbing to the gravity and fell onto the floor, sounding like some form of a song you were sure you knew but never heard.
As you two walked hand in hand, you noticed the open door. The house felt old; it felt weak; it felt blight, yet so warm, so bright, so inviting, so welcoming.
So you entered.
Frankie let out a soft gasp at the sight.
The inside was even more tainted.
The walls were partially covered with the remains of a rotten, tattered, poorly kept wallpaper, the color had faded and the only noticeable feature of it was the flower print that seemed to adorn it after years and years of exposure to everything around you.
The wooden floors looked long-lived; some of the wood tiles were cracking, some of them looked sturdy, some others were rotten and there were a few places around where there were no tiles and it was just wet, dark dirt.
You looked at Frankie with a smile adorning your face and he was looking at the ceiling; you looked up as well and saw the wooden beams above you, angled and darkened, some weathered and damp, some robust and dry. They looked relaxed, yet hefty. Soft yet firm. Some of the climbing plants you had seen creeping on the roof had crawled and slithered and found themselves at home in the beams.
It was beautiful.
“C’mon,” you tugged at Frankie's hand and pulled him further inside. He followed close. The first room, the biggest, had on one side a worn out, misted loveseat in the middle of the space and a stone fireplace that the time and the weather and the forest and the fog had taken care of turning green. On the other side there was a small table, topped with fallen leaves from the climbing plants, a wood stove right below a window and a legged stained sink with a copper faucet.
You bit your lip and narrowed your eyes, thinking.
“What?” Frankie asked when he saw your face, you smiled and walked towards the sink, with him following you, with your free hand you reached the faucet handle and twisted it. The pipes started moaning in protest after being awakened so rudely and without notice and then, clear water started pouring from it.
Frankie barked out a laugh. And you smiled at him, your eyes bright and shiny as if the moon was stationed inside them.
You got rid of your backpack and left it on the floor while Frankie washed his hands and cupped them to gather water and drink it, after he finished he left them under the faucet and nodded his chin to them. You leaned down and drank from his hands. The water tasted sweet; it tasted like rain; it tasted like a summer night breeze, and the early days of winter before a snowstorm. It tasted like home.
Frankie’s skin was warm at the touch, despite the outside's brisk temperature. When you finished drinking, your throat happy and satiated, you smiled at him as he twisted the handle to stop the stream of water. You wiped your mouth dry with the sleeve of your shirt and your eyes meandered around the space, taking in the colors of the wood, the small crevices of the teared wallpaper, the way the window adorned herself with tiny specks of dust that formed a thin yet thick white cover all over the glass, and the way Frankie seemed to fit like a puzzle piece in the middle of the room. As if he was part of it. As if he was meant to stand in the middle of the rotten wooden floor, among the fallen leaves of the climbing plants that never seemed to die.
“You’re really pretty,” Frankie muttered, his brown yet amber eyes glistened with the anticipation of what was about to come but you didn’t know yet. The great something-about-to-happen. You smiled at him and his chest fluttered, swollen with the extensive, deep love he had for you.
“Let’s go see the rest,” you suggested, Frankie nodded as he saw your voice eagerly come out of your lips in crescent waves of light, and smiled back at you when you took his hand again, intertwining his fingers with yours, sending his spine a few shocks of loving electricity.
You walked to the center of the big room that functioned as both an impressively functioning kitchen and a rotten living room and at the end, on the wall, there were two doors, both medium tall, dark, mahogany doors, one of them closed, the other halfway open.
Frankie followed you as you tugged gently at his hand, you walked first to the one closed and the doorknob felt like room temperature butter when you twisted it open, it was a plain and simple bathroom, the three essentials, a misty, foggy, dusty mirror on the wall and a misty, foggy, dusty window in front of you, you smiled to yourself when you saw the way the climbing plant was creeping its way inside the room from a little crack on the upper left corner of the window.
Walking back you stepped towards the halfway open door and you pushed it open with two fingers. The hinges howled softly as the door moved to the side and let you enter through it. You scoffed as you saw a double, tubular bed in the middle of the room, the green bedding seemed plush and cozy, it looked like a giant sheet of that secret telling moss that gave you the warm welcome when you were walking towards the house.
Directly next to the bed there was a bigger window, still covered and hidden by the dust and the fog and the white mist that apparently covered every single glass surface around the house, as if it was its job, but it still let the light come through to the room, illuminating it with the smiles of the little sunlight that the trees allowed to enter their space.
In front of the bed there was a dusty mirror, the frame of it was bigger than the glass but fitting, and it reflected the tiny, thin, imperceptible sun rays that the window happily let through.
The room felt colder than the bigger space outside and you didn’t like it.
“Let’s take that outside, it feels like a freezer here,” Frankie said and you nodded. Both of you walked and each one grabbed an edge of the bedding. You looked at Frankie with your eyebrows raised and asked without asking if he was feeling the same thing around your hands.
The sheet felt like velvet and moss and the single petal of a rose that fell on a table when you put its owner on a small vase, it felt soft as the whispers of love you would give Frankie when he slipped inside of you, soft as the whispers of the forest you had heard earlier, but happier, relaxed, lovelier.
Frankie then looked through the window and he narrowed his eyes a bit.
“I think the sun is about to set, baby,” he mumbled, you agreed with him without looking at the window “come on, we have to rest.”
You two walked outside the room with the thick sheet on your hands and let it fall carelessly on the floor of the rotten living room, between the tattered loveseat and the green stone fireplace.
You felt Frankie’s hand leave yours and find its place on your waist, soothing you even when you didn’t need to be soothed. Caressing you, knowing you always wanted to be caressed.
You turned your head to see him and he reached in to grab your lips in his, his mouth tasted sweet and earthy, his lips told you what he was thinking without saying it and you turned around so your bodies could talk to each other.
“I love you,” he inserted in your mouth the words without having to break the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the curls that escaped eagerly from his cap and your skin felt like it was melting and mixing with his, your scents got to know each other again and for a brief, brief moment, it felt like you were floating several inches from the floor.
A soft crack above you interrupted your kiss and you and Frankie turned your heads up to follow the sound, one of the ceiling beams was moving, slowly. Frankie moved you gently, pushing your waist and you stood there, watching how the middle of it cracked itself open from two different points. The soft noises the wood made as it opened itself sounded like an egg hatching, you narrowed your eyes when the cracking stopped and then, a single, almost perfectly squared piece of the ceiling beam fell to the floor, landing next to your feet with a soft thud.
Frankie let go of your waist and leaned down to pick the piece of wood up with curious eyes.
“Oh, shit,” he whispered to himself and to you.
“What?” you questioned, narrowing your eyes in amusement at his soft expression and his small smile.
Frankie then reached inside the beam and slowly pulled out a thin, small purple flower.
“Oh,” you gasped, covering your mouth with one hand, Frankie, ever so delicately finished taking out the flower from the wood with everything and roots and admired it closer, smiled to himself and then gave it to you.
“Una flor para otra flor,” (a flower for another) he whispered and you both chuckled, taking the small flower from his fingers.
“So fucking cheesy,” you teased, reaching to his cheek to cup his face with your other hand, brushing softly over his patchy beard with your thumb, taking in the sight of your boyfriend’s face, the dimmed light that the windows allowed to get through them gave him an aura of safety and his skin seemed like it was sparkling.
You looked down to the small flower, still cupping his face, and you smiled at the way the purple petals danced on the stem, stirring as if the wey stretching after a long while dormant and encapsulated inside the wood of the beam. You brought it to your nose and the petals brushed the tip of it as you inhaled softly the scent of its core.
The flower smelled like the garden of your childhood home, like the perfume that your grandma used. It smelled like the mixed berries Frankie liked to munch standing in front of the open fridge in the middle of the night, it smelled like the dream you had the night Frankie came home after Colombia and that you couldn’t wipe out from your head.
You looked back at Frankie; he was grinning at the way the flower seemed to hug your nose as you smelled it.
“What?” you asked him, reciprocating his smile. He shook his head. Nothing. He inserted in your mind without parting his lips. You slid your hand to his neck and pulled him softly to you, he reached out, knowing what you wanted. Frankie always knew what you wanted.
When his lips brushed yours, you lifted your other hand and pushed the small flower between your mouths.
Frankie let out a chuckle at the action and sighed into your mouth when the flower opened up its petals to kiss you both back.
You let the flower fall to the floor when Frankie’s hands found their home on your waist again and pulled you to him, bringing you flush to his broad chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
Frankie’s lips tasted like the flower’s pollen and a faint hint of the fog that had tasted his words
His lips stole a moan from your throat as he used his tongue to open yours and you both heard the way the flower imitated your moan on her newfound place on the floor, making you both smile at the soft, almost imperceptible sound.
The air became warmer, thicker with all the love that exuded from your bodies. You both heard the secret teller moss yell at the way he was kissing you so the forest found out and it made you incredibly proud to have a man like him devouring your lips ever so softly.
“Make love to me, Frankie,” you whispered on his lips, carefully reaching into his throat and pulling out a soft groan out of it with your words. He just nodded in response and slowly guided your body to kneel on the sheet and kept kissing you.
Your mind reeled at the way Frankie used his lips to make you feel safe, protected, loved, cared for. By the way he, with a few movements of his lips, could make you feel like you had been kissing him and kissing him and kissing him for years and years and years.
Frankie’s hands roamed around your waist and the small of your back, without hurry they got under your shirt and you sighed at the warmness, soft roughness of his touch on your skin, you took his cap off and let it fall on the floor, next to the flower.
The flower crawled towards the cap as you continued praying against Frankie’s lips and snuggled next to the brim.
He broke the kiss, and you felt a gentle, faint breeze cover your body when Frankie took off your shirt, it felt as if it was caressing you softly, and it made the hairs on your skin rise.
Frankie stole your kiss again and hands trailed to cup your tits over the fabric of your bra and you let out a low whimper when he teased your nipples over it. You slid your hands from his neck to his chest and worked slowly to unbutton his plaid shirt. Your feathery touch on his warm, sun kissed skin made him moan softly, and the flower mimicked the sound again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured on your lips when you made him take off the shirt. You smiled on his kiss, with him on you, on any part of you, you always believed him.
His lips traveled down to your chin, where he left a soft bite and ripped another soft moan out of you.
As you helped him to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, Frankie liked a stripe of skin from your chin to your neck and you smiled, your eyes were closed when his plush lips started nibbling at your tender, fog tasted flesh and once his belt was unbuckled and his pants were unbuttoned, he slid them down.
“Take off yours, baby,” he whispered, you bit your lip and did it; you undressed as he did and once you were completely naked, bared and vulnerable in front of him, he stopped his own movements to admire your body, “gorgeous.” the word slipped from his lips like thick, raw honey and fell onto the blanket, smearing on it, the fabric sensed it and absorbed the word and your eyes, as he reached for your naked waist, saw it disappear inside it.
Frankie brought you to him once again and his kisses fell on your skin like soft, summer rain; warm and light and all over you; your hands found themselves caressing any part of his body they could reach, making him drop little moans and whimpers on your skin, marking it, leaving it tainted with the soft noises that he produced as you enjoyed the softness of his body.
He laid you down on the sheet and it made itself cushioned under you, it was fresh, comfortable, soft and stirred ever so slightly under your body; it made you shiver softly.
Frankie’s lips went down your neck, his warm, soft tongue played with your nipples as his hands roamed up and down your torso, you buried your fingers inside his curls; scratched his scalp gently with your nails, making him grunt against your breast.
“Frankie,” you whispered out, his name floating all the way up like an inflated balloon and crashing onto the wooden beams with an unhearable thud, Frankie hummed in response with his mouth worshipping your other breast, his beard making the most gentle burns onto your skin “eat me.” you begged, closing your eyes when he smirked against the tender, already sensitive flesh of your chest.
Without saying more words his kissed trailed down your body, several of them on your lower abdomen, you chuckled and opened your eyes, lifting your head to look at him; Frankie was already looking at you; his deep, brown and amber looking eyes telling you without hesitance what he wanted, what he had been asking for months and months and months. You threw your head back on the sheet with a smile adorning your face as he took your thighs and gently opened them up for him; his face buried inside you and he inhaled the scent of your deepest corner.
With kitten licks, Frankie started tasting you; making you moan when his tongue went deeper, he opened you further and buried his tongue inside you, prompting a groan out of you; guttural, soft. Frankie smiled against your folds, proud and enamoured of the sounds he was making you produce.
Your hand pushed him further deeper inside you, Frankie eagerly opened his mouth around your core and started sucking and licking and nibbling and tasting. You threw your head to the side and your heavy lids opened just enough for you to look at the small purple flower that was snuggled right next to the seam of Frankie’s cap. It was lying on the floor almost lazily, its roots were stirring and stretching and you smiled at it; it was feeling it too.
Frankie’s fingers found your entrance and pushed inside, starting to curl and press and push to the sides and upwards, making you lift your back off the sheet and hatch your hips on his face, you moaned as he pulled his fingers out and in again at a tantalizing rhythm he knew you loved; his lips nibbled at your clit and his tongue teased at it in synchrony with his fingers, you let out a long moan and Frankie groaned against your core. The vibrations of his voice against your tender, swollen pussy made you stiffen and hold your breath, you gasped when he sucked at your clit rather hoarsely and the air that left your lungs through your lips traveled like a feather falling through the air and fell directly on the purple flower.
Frankie sucked and curled his fingers inside you and you rolled your hips against his face, he had built a coil inside you that was getting warmer and warmer with each wet lick on you; your hand fisted his hair and as the coil snapped in half, you pulled it, making Frankie grunt against you. He helped you ride your orgasm and as you came down from one of the highest climaxes he had made you feel in what it felt like years and years and years, he crawled slowly upwards between your legs, covering you with his body.
“Hey,” he whispered above your face, you opened your eyes and smiled when you saw his eyes, those beautiful eyes of his inches from you “you okay?” he asked. You nodded and cupped his slick covered face with both your hands, closing the distance between your mouths and tasting yourself in the process of devouring his lips.
Frankie whimpered at the depth of your kiss and when he broke it, you heard the slightest of sounds; a yelp that sounded both from afar and up close. You turned to the side at the same time and you let out a soft chuckle when you saw the purple flower standing. Its roots well planted into the wood tiles of the floor. An almost imperceptible coat of transparent slick covered its petals.
You turned to Frankie and he smiled at you, falling onto your lips once more.
Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck and your legs opened up for him to brush the underside of his duck against your wet folds; you shivered, feeling the way he was throbbing for you.
“I love you.” he whispered without whispering and you rolled your hips closer to him. He slid inside of you with any other intervention than the sole need you had for each other; he moaned softly against your mouth as his hips started thrusting inside you at a gentle pace you didn’t know he was capable of going at.
You stopped kissing him and pulled his body to rest on yours; one of his hands rested on your hip as the other moved to frame your head and he ground into you slowly; deeply; harder while his rhythm wasn’t strong.
Frankie hid his face in the crook of your neck and you wrapped your legs around his waist, changing the angle for both, you moaned when his cock started grazing a soft spot inside you that made you close your eyes and see the stars up close.
“More.” you heard a voice that wasn’t yours but sounded like you, and Frankie whined against your skin, licking you. He picked up the rhythm and went faster enough so you gushed around him and the noise of him pumping inside you inundated the room; as he drove into you and your throat made the most sweet and soft noises he swore he had ever heard you make, you heard the fog creeping into the house; it slithered in through the small openings the creeping plants were watching you make love from. You felt the weight of the fog falling on top of you and when it covered you whole, Frankie started pounding into you.
“Oh, god.” you moaned out. Frankie held you in place with a hand on your head and another on your waist and went impossibly faster, the noises that your skins made when they clashed together were being muffled by the fog, whose arm formed once more and caressed you both in places you wouldn’t let anyone else touch.
You heard another yelp from afar and your eyes looked for it in the purple flower, but it had turned its back to you and you noticed how, from the seams of the wood tiles on the floor, little purple nubs and buds started growing.
You gasped when Frankie changed the angle, sliding in and out faster than before, hitting your g-spot with more strength, and your breath hitched when he started grunting inside your neck. You turned your head to the other side and saw more of the purple buds. Some of them were opening already, and you felt your eyes water when you saw several small, slick covered purple flowers stretching their petals to the ceiling.
A deep, particular thrust of Frankie into you made your legs tremble. He started kissing your neck and your jaw and your chin, still driving into you at that murdering pace of his you had never felt before. You felt his beard tickling your skin, and you grew aware of every inch of sweaty, fog covered skin you owned; when he kissed your lips and ate the small moans you didn’t realize you were letting out, you grew aware of everything that rested inside your body, and you felt it move, grow, swell and deflate at the same time.
“Frankie,” you whispered against his lips, his cock driving into you and making you squirm beneath him “Frankie.” you gasped, his mouth trapped yours and you felt him throb inside your cunt.
“You’re here.” he muttered against your lips. The sudden, overwhelming emotion of being wrapped around him made you cum almost immediately with your eyes closed shut and your mouth opened at the fog’s mercy, that ate your moans with fervency.
Frankie slid in and out of you for more time than he had ever done before after your orgasms, he was whispering to you words you didn’t understand; you felt your eyes shed the tears they had held as you came at the sight of all the nubs and buds opening as Frankie thrusted into you. All of them opened as beautiful, small, slick covered purple flowers; carbon copies of the one he had found inside the piece of beam and gifted to you.
“They’re ours,” you gasped, Frankie hummed in affirmation, his brow furrowed in concentration, his mouth agape, his breath hitting your face, you cupped his face. “let go,” you whispered to him, caressing the flush skin of his face. “it’s enough, let go.”
Frankie moaned out and grunted, locking his hips with his cock fully inside you as he filled you with himself as deep as he could. He opened his eyes once the last drop of his seed was poured into you and gazed at you.
“How are they?” he asked, panting and trying to recover from his orgasm.
“They’re beautiful.” you replied with a teary smile, Frankie kissed you softly and turned his head to the sides, still inside you, looking at all the precious, tiny purple flowers that surrounded you.
“They’re ours.” he said with a smile adorning his face.
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“Where the fuck have you been?!” the scream Santiago let out made you flinch, and you fisted and gripped Frankie's dampened clothes. His hold on your body tightened, and you felt another errant tear escape from your eyes.
“Pope.” Frankie could only let out that sole word, his throat was closed shut and the only thing that was keeping him from falling knees first onto the floor was your body and your need to be supported so you didn’t fall to the floor as well.
“Fish, what the fuck, man?” Santiago frowned at the look you two were carrying; your clothes were soaked wet and dirty, your hair was dripping muddy water. Frankie had wet knots on his hair and for Santiago it was odd looking at him without his cap on. You were shaking and almost climbing onto Frankie’s body.
Frankie didn’t answer. Santi looked at your feet and neither of you were wearing shoes.
“C’mon, c’mon in,” he stepped to the side and Frankie whispered in your ear to move, but he ended up almost carrying you inside. “you need a shower,” Santiago muttered when the both of you got inside and the swampy smell that clung to you brushed his nose. Frankie nodded and slowly walked inside Sant’s home towards the bathroom “Fish,” he heard the voice of his best friend behind him and stopped walking, not bothering to turn around “man, it’s been a year, where were you?”
You sobbed into Frankie’s shoulder and lifted your head to look at Santiago, who frowned when he looked into your bloodshot eyes.
“Living.” you whispered out, missing the fog’s arm, that was not there to eat at your words.
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After a thirty-minute shower; in which both of you sat on the shower’s floor and Frankie attempted to unknot your hair as gently as he could while you shared furtive glances, feathery touches, kisses of understanding and heavy; painful tears, you were sitting on Santiago’s dining table wrapped in his clothes and a blanket, gripping each other’s hands as hard as you could.
“Where were you?” Santi asked, his voice soft, his eyes on you and the way Frankie didn’t seem to separate an inch from you.
“The forest.” Frankie muttered. Santiago sighed and tried to look away from you.
“For a year?” he let out in an incredulous whisper.
“It didn’t feel like a year.” you murmured, your voice thin as a thread, your eyes on Frankie’s side, you leaned to rest your head on his shoulder.
“What do you mean it didn’t feel like a year?” Santiago raised his voice and immediately caught himself and tried to calm down “we were about to pronounce you dead,” he tightened his jaw and his finger pressed on the wood of the table, you smirked at the parallels; his finger almost looked like Soleil, the first flower that you and Frankie gave birth to “both of you.”
“You wouldn’t get it, Santi.” you whispered, looking at him from Frankie’s shoulder.
“Explain it to me, then.” he said, crossing his arms on his chest, Frankie let out a huff.
“No.” Frankie said.
“We got lost,” you started. Frankie stiffened next to you and turned to the side to face you; he looked at your pleading face and with his eyes asked you if you were sure. You cupped his face, scratched his short beard and nodded ever so slightly; missing the way he would slip his words inside your mind when he didn’t feel like talking, “we got lost in the forest.” you said, still looking at Frankie.
Santiago stirred in his chair. He had never seen you do that, look into each other’s eyes so profoundly it felt like you two were sharing not only the same air, but the same brain; the same heart.
“And we found a house,” you turned to see him, teary-eyed and a soft smile adorning your face. Frankie hid his face inside the crook of your neck and breathed in deeply, your hand caressing his nearly knot-free hair. “and we stayed there.”
“For a year?” Santiago deepened his frown, you huffed and shook your head gently.
“For a week.” you whispered.
Santiago stood up from the chair and closed his eyes, he scratched his beard for a few seconds and turned to you.
“How?” you shrugged.
“We tried to make sense of it as we walked home,” you muttered. Santiago noticed how your eyes got lost in the space between you and him. “we don’t look like a year has passed, right?” you blinked a few times and focused on him. He shook his head “we were supposed to stay there until the sunrise, we just got lost.”
“What made you stay a week?” he asked, hesitantly.
You choked down a sob and felt Frankie’s hand slip out of your entanglement. He wrapped his arms around you.
“The babies.” he let out, his voice deep, his tone hurt. Santiago closed his eyes and rubbed them with his thumb and index.
“What babies?” he whispered out. Frankie scoffed at his friend’s reaction.
“Ours.” you let out.
Santiago sat down again and you felt yourself stiffen with the memory of them.
Frankie started talking, but his voice sounded far off and distorted.
Your mind could only focus on the hundred little flowers that were born out of you and Frankie, on how they would make space for you and him to walk around them, on how, if you stopped, they would wrap themselves around your feet, burying them with their soft petals and bathing you in their pollen.
You felt your throat clench at the memory of them waking you up in the mornings as your limbs were wrapped around Frankie’s body, of their smallest voices laughing at his bad jokes or at them bathing in the sheer sunlight that entered through the windows.
They were yours.
They were yours and Frankie’s.
“They died.” Frankie let out with a shaky breath. You felt your face wet with the tears your memories had brought to your eyes and Santiago looked at you; his face quirked in worry, his eyes wet with sympathy.
“How?” Santi dared to ask.
“A storm.” Frankie let out.
You buried your face in his shoulder and cried.
Frankie looked to the seamless ceiling of Santiago’s home and felt his chest turn and burn at the sound of your sobs.
The morning they died, Frankie woke up by the sound of a loud thunder that shook the house; he gripped your body absentmindedly, the memory of the hard rain burning inside his mind made him reach to you, he didn’t like the sound of pounding rain. He loathed it, but you were sleeping next to him and your body was giving him the warmth he didn’t have before.
You were woken up by the second thunder that made the flowers shake their pollen off in fear.
The two of you were naked and the dreadful sound of big drops of water made you sit on the blanket. You turned to look at each other just as the rumbling of another thunder made the misty, foggy, dusty windows shackle on their frames.
At the fourth roar of another thunder several windows broke and the sharp curl of sturdy wind came through the windows, you screamed to him and you dressed quickly and went to look for anything to cover the broken windows.
You tore the blanket apart in several pieces to cover some of the now opened windows, rushing to stop the ferocious wind from coming inside the house, but the storm was strong and gripped at the pieces, snatching them away from your hands every time you tried to use them as a barrier.
Frankie yelled at you to try to use the parts of the loveseat that you had moved to the middle of the kitchen space, and when you tried the deafening, thunderous sound of a sky-tearing thunder made the front door fly open and the rain to flood in.
You were soaked to the bone and you looked down at your feet; the flowers were trying to climb up to your calves but failed each time. The water started streaming into the house from invisible tears on the ceiling and the water level was rising quicker than either of you would’ve liked.
“They’re drowning!” you gasped, covering your mouth with your eyes to prevent from scaring them more than they already were; the tears you knew you were shedding had mixed with the rowdy water that came from each broken window. Frankie acted out of his own fears, he frowned and kneeled on the floor, trying to pick them up, but each time he picked up some, they fainted on his hand. “stop!” you yelled at him. He did it again, not listening to your pleas. You rushed to him and pulled him back “you’re killing them!”
“They’re already dying!” he yelled back at you, his eyes reddened and his jaw tensed in pain. You pulled him back again when he tried to pick up more. “stop!” he yelled, pushing you away from him “let me save them!”
“You can’t!” you screamed at him under another thunder that made the ceiling crack, both of you looked at the beams trying to hold together but they swell with water and were about to give in “Frankie!” you called him, he stood up and took your hand in his.
“Let’s go!” you nodded and let out a sob when you saw the purple petals of the flowers floating on the muddy water, lifeless. Frankie pulled you towards the open door and forced you to run out.
Your feet landed on puddles of swampy water that were ankle deep and you gripped Frankie’s hand as he pulled you away from the house; he tried to regulate his own breathing, the feeling of mud burying his bare feet reminded him too much of another time in his life he didn't want or liked to remember, the rain fell on your bodies like needles and stuck to your clothes, tainting them with a green, dirt color that made you feel disgusting.
You walked together for what felt like hours upon hours upon hours; the secret telling moss was dead as well; the floor that had eaten Frankie’s backpack was flooded with the sharp water that fell from the sky. Corpses of bushes and moss and bugs and birds floating around your legs. It smelled like life. It reminded Frankie of war.
“And then we got out of the forest.” Frankie sniffed out.
Santiago was looking at the both of you with sympathy and pain in his eyes. He stood up from his chair and walked around the table. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around the both of you.
“I’m so sorry.”
You sobbed out louder.
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Many years later, when Frankie thought of the smell of the thick fog making contact with the grass, petrichor, is called, he would recall the time he spent with you on that place, in that time, and he would remember the eerie aura that you had carried with you during your stay; that aura that wrapped your naked body and that followed you wherever you walked to, you glowed.
Whenever you played with the flowers, or their tiny petals wrapped themselves around his fingers and you let out the lightest, freest, most liberating of laughs; you shimmered.
You never knew what happened or why it did; at nights, when you wrapped yourself around his body and he held you in place so you wouldn’t slip away from him, you talked about it, always coming to the same conclusion right before falling asleep. It was real.
And the love you had for each other grew because of it. And the love you felt for your babies existed. And the feeling of peace that it made you feel was still there.
It wasn’t like the feeling the hard rain gave him when he heard it. It was something else, something he couldn’t name, even decades after it happened.
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!!!Demon ousama SFW alphabet!!!
Nobody asked , nobody will probably care , he is literally a plot device but I don’t give a shit. My head has too many ideas for this fella.
Word count: 2870
Warning: kinda angsty , fluff, invasions abandonment issues, mentions of miranjo, genocide
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Let’s be real, he is the most powerful being in Ousama ranking. He was betrayed, has definitely abandonment issues and he is probably too self-aware of his image.
Will he be affectionate with you in the beginning?
Hell to fuck no but after you shown that you are for him not for his power, he will start showing affection. He will let you hold his fingers as a start (‘cause this man is too damn big.) and slowly let you hug him ,if your love language is touch.
But he normally shows his affection by giving gifts but small things like snail , berries and/ or flowers ( don’t judge the snails, they are fucking cute and delicious snack)
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Your friendship would start by you being lost in woods on a rainy night after the massacre that happened in your village.
You had lost your village to the enemy and when your family and the villagers evacuated it, they left you behind believing that you died in the process.
But happily or unhappily, you survived but you were starving, tired and scared that the enemies could go into the forest and kill you.
You were losing hope until you found a cave with a light in the end. You thought that it was where your family and villagers entered but it was ridiculously silent.
Making you unsure if it was safe or not but what more would you lose if you entered.
So you decided to enter cautiously, slowly following the light and realizing there was something or someone in the end. Your ears started to hear sounds of people, even your family rambling, not being able to understand a word but so full of joy that finally you could hear your family again.
You started to run for joy to the end of the cave finally, finally, you could hear your family again, you couldn’t wait to see them.
But sadly…it was just your mind trying to comfort you from the reality of the situation… When you arrived at the end of the cave , you saw him. The wish maker , or more known as the Demon; you were warned that he realizes any wish for a price, but due to not knowing what price he may ask, you felt fear.
He looked at you a bit surprised and said:
-It has been a long time since a human entered my home.. what is your biggest desire?-
You responded:
-I don’t have any desire. I’m sorry to come here uninvited. I just need a place to rest for the night.. I was abandoned by my family and my village was invaded and destroyed in the process..-
The look he gave surprised you , he looked at you with pity and understanding and answered:
-It’s fine. You can rest for the night, then tomorrow tell me what you desire the most..-
This response filled you with relief and hope for the next day, he turned around and started to sleep on the floor close to the wall at the cave while you slept close to the exit. But something felt weird in this conversation, you were warned about the demon, his malicious actions and his language barrier but why can you understand him? Why did he simply let you sleep? Why this type of emphatic actions? You couldn’t find an answer..but maybe you didn’t need to..
The next day , you woke up and saw that he was gone, you assumed that this was a signal to leave the place and find another home.. but when you were about to leave, he appeared in a black fog carrying a dead pig and berries for you to eat and say:
-Good morning human, I assumed that you were hungry so I brought you something to eat for now. But we need to cook the pig first..-
This surprised even more but you silently accepted it with a small smile on your face, starting your friendship.
But if he was your best friend he would be the most loyal mom friend you could ever ask for. He would help you on anything that you needed as long as you didn't cross him.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Eh… he doesn’t really like to cuddle at the beginning but he enjoys the sensation of it, ‘cause it gives him a sense of security and companionship that he usually doesn’t have.
If you ask him to cuddle after he fully trusts you even still being friends, he would cuddle you.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
He is not a good cook, like he doesn’t need to eat ( for what we know) and if he eats is only to torture the sinful souls
Also he doesn’t clean, ‘cause he leaves in a fucking forest and he can’t die ( for what we know) of human or animal diseases.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
If you ever break up the results of that break can seriously go to 1 to 1.000.000 depending on what was the reason for the two of you breaking up.
If you lose interest in him and desire other people , he will just silently agree and accept even tho he would be destroyed inside, but would ask if you two could still be friends.
If you betrayed his trust, break a promise and / or cheat on him , he will give you the punishment that you deserve and depending on how bad your choice was , he will make sure that you never forget…
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I don’t think he believes in the concept of marriage that humans give , the pressure, the unnecessary titles and expectations. He just found it to be complicated, something that is supposedly simple.
But something that he agrees with in the concept of marriage is the amount of work of communication that is needed to thrive in it.
He believes that marriage is a choice and choosing to be with that person every day for the rest of his and your lives is enough to be married.
But if you really desire to have something, he will give you a golden ring or a necklace with a yellow gem while you give him a ring or necklace that has the same color as your eyes and say:
-I desire to be with you until my love dies-
That will be enough for both of you to get married. ( but this is a pact with the devil so be truthful)
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He is the most gentle person you can ever meet physically, due to him loving you but specifically due to him being scared of hurting you or you hurting him
He fears that one day , he will wake up after you two slept together and see you crushed or discover that his head was removed because of you.
But emotionally, you can feel that he is kinda distant and scared to be hurt again , especially after being betrayed by Miranjo ( his closest friend) twice. He just doesn’t believe anyone would truly love him for being him and nothing more than that.
And it doesn't matter how long the relationship is between you two, one year , one decade or five, he will still feel it but in different levels depending on him wanting to address it or not.
If he addresses it , it will reduce to the point of this thought that annoys him from time to time; but if he doesn’t address it , this thought will slowly grow and grow and turn into a paranoia so big that it will be dangerous for you and him to stay in contact.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
In the beginning he wouldn’t hug at all, but after he understands that you truly care for him he would let 3 to 4 times a day in short hugs from behind or just picking you up.
But if he is having a really bad day, he will request you to sit down, he will lay down and rest his head ,hug your waist with his fingers and close his eyes so he can rest while you pet him slowly in his head,giving the love that he needs.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
The first he says “ I love you” it was a pure accident, he was having a reasonably bad day , he had lost his head from some royal brats after getting electric shock. And even though he pranks some royal brats by turning one of the kids‘ desires into reality, he is still having a bad day
He had requested for you to sit down, you prepared yourself for it, he rested his head on the floor and wrapped his fingers around your waist while he used his thumb to caress your face making you smile.
Seeing that small smile on your face after dealing with royal brats is enough to truly relax.
He starts to giggle and say:
-I love you so much, my lil’ human-
This phrase took you so off guard, that you stopped smiling and look at his eyes still not believing in what you hear and said:
-What?-
-What?- he responded
A black fog appears inside the cave and when it disappears, the demon disappears with it.
-YOU CAN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME AND GO AWAY , DEMON-
He went to the other side of the forest and slowly died of embarrassment.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He doesn’t get jealous at all, due to him being with you. You get profiled as the demon’s sorcerer, and most if not all places you go to by yourself, nobody goes close to you if they know you,which can be great sometimes or really isolating.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
(He has no lips , how he gonna kiss kiss? Very ugly. no kiss kiss for him)
Anyway, he rarely kisses you due to feeling insecure of having no lips at least not anymore.
If you requested him to kiss, he will only give you a quick kiss but he prefers to leave small bites in your arm or just caressing you with his fingers.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He is surprisingly really good with children.
Something that he does , and he will completely deny it if you ever question him.
He sometimes goes to the limits of the villages close to the forest and sees if any kid needs help.
When he finds one who has his arm broken, he will help them even fix their arm without any fee.
If he finds a kid, who is trying to run away from home; depending on their situation, he will either counsel them to go back home or let them stay in the cave for sometime then let them go to another village and start a new life, with people he trusts.
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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings consist of a small hunt on pig and bunnies for breakfast and lunch , and catching some herbs and fruits for snacks and dinner with his help
Preparing and sharing a meal together ( even though he doesn’t need to eat) , he enjoys eating with you because it brings a new sensation for him, a sweet but weird comfort.
Also you sometimes go to other villages to get some utensils by yourself.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
The nights consist of making and sharing soup at night with him. Sharing what you , what both of you did that day and then sleeping together.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It takes him 6 months until he starts to open up to you. He was really unsure if you wanted to be seriously with him or just wanted his power.
He slowly gives you some hints of his insecurities even joke about it but if you don’t laugh about it and/or try to address it, he will just run and hide for a while and try to understand why you had that response.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
To be real with you… he is so good at hiding his true intentions that you never know what he truly feels. He has so much patience with everything that it is unsettling.. It feels like he is trying to control himself everytime he is angry around you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He will remember every little part of you: your favorite food , the village that you used to live in, your other native languages and culture, everything you like, etc.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favorite moment in your relationship is waking up and helping you in the morning hunt then sharing a meal together , the intensity, the adrenaline and hard work being rewarded by a delicious meal with you by his side? It is fun and exciting yet at the same time comfy.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Even tho you two are together and have shown that you can take pretty well a fight every fucking day.
He will only intervene if you are tired , in real danger and/or in a social situation where things can go south really easily if you don’t simply shut up and “submit” to the person in “power”.
Otherwise , you both decided that it is better for you to be by yourself than with his company.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He puts a lot of effort in the tasks , dates and especially gifts, but not really in anniversaries.
He cares for you and understands how the everyday tasks are needed for you to stay healthy and sane, he understands how dates and gifts are important to show your love and affection.
But anniversaries? He would just think that a day to remind you that you’re older isn’t good enough to celebrate( also I don’t think he ever celebrates it).
But if you explain to him how important it is to you , he will put the same or even more effort to celebrate it with you.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He doesn’t take baths very often…or brush his beard..
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Even though he doesn't take care of himself, he is too self-aware of that to the point of him wanting to hide from every place that can reflect his appearance in any way shape or form.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
He is kinda obsessed with you (please don’t romanticize this)… like even though he will not be around you and doesn’t see you as property . He will watch you from a distance just to be sure that you are ok ( from pure paranoia and insecurity).
AND FOR LOVESAC , Please address this behavior and establish boundaries because this isn’t normal and he doesn’t know it. Talk about it and he will understand it better and respect your limits.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
The reason why you can understand him is that your old village was culturally based around his species even knowing his language that in other villages and cities are officially dead, but you don’t know of that ‘cause that fact was forgotten after the humans killed most of his species and whitewashed their history.
( like he is around 30 years,he definitely had a family in his birth but something happened )
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Traitors and/ or liars, like if you decide to marry this guy never cheat on him and/or choose your words really carefully when you make the promise.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He doesn’t need to sleep but he takes some naps to pass the time but it takes only 2 to 4 hours than he goes around and see if there’s something new to explore or some kid in need.
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Hey, I'm really struggling with my depression and I was wondering if you could write a Harringrove for me? Maybe something warm and fluffy? Please and thank you.
"I really don't know about this, Bill," Steve said for what felt like the fiftieth time in the past few minutes.
"You just gotta trust me, Pretty Boy."
"Yeah, That's the fucking issue-" Steve's voice wavered on the last word as his footing slipped the tiniest bit on the narrow walkway. "Jesus. Jesus."
"We're almost there, you tiny little baby. And then you'll see that I'll never lead you astray."
"Nope. Not astray. Just to my certain death."
Billy laughed openly at Steve, his face red and pinched as he clung onto Billy's hand for dear life, taking tiny scooting steps forward along the path.
They were skirting along the ledge of the old water tower outside of town, and Steve was scared.
The tower was high and seemed rickety, like it could collapse at any moment. The large water tank was covered in years of graffiti by idiot kids like them, and the handrail that should've wound along the whole walkway was suspiciously gone in many areas. Billy said the vandal kids probably pushed it off. Steve was choosing to believe him and not keep telling himself that the thing rotted right off this huge metal deathtrap way up in the night sky.
"We just gotta get around to the other side, and you'll never doubt me again."
Steve was plastered to the water tank, scooting slowly along behind Billy, taking measured breaths and trying not to let his fear ruin the special little date night Billy had surprised Steve with.
It sounded so cute and romantic when put like that. That's why Steve frantically got dressed and dived into the Camaro when Billy knocked on his front door at half passed-ass o'clock in the morning.
But now Steve was heading towards the end of his life.
Being dragged right off the edge of an unsafe structure.
"A few more steps, Baby. C'mon. You'll love this."
He was most certainly not going to love this. Whatever Billy had in store for them, Steve was going to hate on principle.
They edged around the tank, until Billy suddenly stopped, and lowered himself to sit on the edge of the walkway, his legs dangling over the side.
"If this is some kinda 'til death do us part shit, I'm not-"
"Just sit down, Harrington. Fuck." Billy's bright smile gave away how not mad he actually was.
Steve sat down cautiously, keeping himself and his legs a good distance away from the edge.
Billy pulled something out of his pocket, and Steve has never been happier in his life to see an old beat-up plaid thermos, and to smell the coffee, kept hot and fresh in the inner pocket of Billy's jacket this whole time.
They shared the one small cup, taking sips of the milky coffee, Billy knowing Steve would rather die than drink his black.
"I came up here a lot when I first moved here. Before I started comin' round your place. When I got mad or just. Couldn't deal. Haven't been here in a bit, because now I'm always with you, but I thought. I want you to see it."
Billy was staring at his watch as to not have to look Steve in the eye as he spoke.
"That's very sweet, but this better be worth me shitting my pants up here for."
"I really didn't know you were so weird about heights. Sorry, Sugar."
He was laughing. Steve was scared out of his goddamn mind and was about ten seconds from pushing Billy off the edge, and he's laughing.
"You're the worst. You're the bane of my existence. The thorn in my side. Please don't ever speak to me again-"
Steve cut himself off.
Somewhere, in the back of his brain, he had noticed it getting lighter. The sky turning that weak grey it does, making everything look like it was black-and-white.
But this.
This was gold.
This was gold and yellow and green and blue and all the fucking colors Steve could ever imagine and moremoremore.
He's seen the sunrise before. But never from a place like this.
He can see all of Hawkins, sprawled out in front of them. The tiny little town full of government conspiracies and children with special mind powers and a brand new mall still under construction.
He can see the horizon. The slope of the Earth curving out in the distance, fields and flatlands and forests as far as the eye can see, leading his sight to the splash of colors in the east.
"Bill, oh my god."
"Told you. Told you."
Steve doesn't even know what Billy told him. He didn't know anything except for all these fucking colors, and the warmth of the sun as it began to unfold from beyond the horizon, and Billy's hand in his and-
"I love you."
Steve's eyes snapped away from those colors, right over to Billy's face, bather in gold and green and blue and orange and yellow. He looked so beautiful, like a piece of perfect art only Steve gets to see. Vulnerable and kind.
"I've never said that to anyone before. But, I mean it."
It was obvious he did. Sharing this amazing thing with Steve like it was all that mattered.
Like Steve was all that mattered.
"Fuck. Fuck, Bill. I love you. I love you so much."
He wrapped himself around Billy, no longer giving any kind of a fuck about the height of the tower.
Only caring about Billy and the warmth of the sun and the colors colors colors and I've never said that to anyone before.
#i'm sorry you're not doing well :( i'm here if you ever need to talk!#i hope these boys could cheer ou up a lil bit with their date#and if not i hope you got a kick outta steve being scared of heights because i did lol#yikes writes#i haven't written a prompt in so long wow how did i used to do this so much?#steve harrington#billy hargrove#harringrove
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Tightrope x Rewrite-POYW
Im waiting for my clothes to dry and I needed to write this out or my brain would keep me up all night. REWRITE (the normal one) MEETS TIGHTROPE LES GO
TIGHTROPE WRITTEN BY @disneyfan50 AND @thetimelordbatgirl
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Mal blinked in surprise, looking around the enchanted forest wildly. Where had her friends gone?? She and the others were trying to get to the enchanted lake for Audrey’s 20th birthday and suddenly the ember had flashed in her pocket? And then she was just dropped into a random spot in the forest.
Her newly discovered combo powers had to be fucking with her. Mal stood, brushing off her ripped-dyed blue skinny jeans, and attempted to find a way back to the main paths, and maybe also find her bike.
As she walked around, something felt; off. Very very off; this forest felt nothing like the one she knew? It was…ominous? Not the fantastical forest that led to so many different places within Auradon she grew to love. Mal bit her lip, considering spreading her wings and looking above the treetops in hopes to find her friends quickly.
Just as she was about to do so, a loud sound caught her attention, her enhanced hearing making it all too obvious what it was. A weapon, hitting another.
Someone was fighting? No- a group, against….three teen girls? Unfair. Mal turned on her heel and bolted forward, dispersing into blue smoke as she traveled at sound-breaking speed. Mal broke out of the tree line, now on the shore of Ursula's strait. What she saw made her pause, yes it was three teen girls but how they looked is what made her stop.
A girl who had dark skin and teal braids in a high ponytail, a red tail coat that had Uma’s symbol on the back, and a nautilus shell necklace that greatly resembled Uma’s. She stared at the Harry-Uma combo child, which was weird but it solved the question in Mal’s mind.
‘where am I?’
‘in an alternate universe’
Mal had quickly deduced what the fuck was happening, spotting another girl who clearly was a copy of Gil, or better to say-his daughter, just as the dark-skinned girl was probably Harry and Uma’s daughter.
Mal had no clue who this last girl was, with good-sized golden wings out her shoulders, her dark skin seeming to glow under the sun.
The girl with wings yelped as one of the dark armored guards wacked her across the face with a mace, chucking as she hit the ground.
“oh hell no” Mal growled, her eyes and fists igniting with blue fire as a rage flooded through her veins. No one hurts any child on her watch.
Mal darted forward, her god-like strength aiding her as her fist slammed into the guard's head, his helmet cracking under her fist and then being rocketed back into the ocean, skipping a few times. Mal smirked, turning to the rest of the guards.
“Queen Mal?” the biggest one said, confused “what are you-these are your enemies!” Mal just frowned, was-was she the villain in this world?...probably yeah, if she was correct in her assumption, Rose didn’t exist here and so her ‘proper’ character development never happened, so this world's Mal was probably the biggest bitch.
Mal then hummed, raising her fists and they ignited in blue flames, her hair and eyes following their lead. “to your Mal, maybe. To me? It looks like some assholes trying to hurt some kids” Mal summoned her wings, her 19ft span scaring the guards. The three teens all took a step back, this…Mal-it was obviously Mal; it had to be! Same face and voice.
So why was she protecting them? Them? The daughters of her enemies?
Cordelia, Uma and Harry’s daughter, took a closer look. This…wasn’t their Mal? This woman had to be just older than them, maybe 19? Her hair was blue from the midsection down, wearing more blue than purple, and she was using magic that definitely wasn’t her own-or at least a magic their Mal had never used before.
Gabby, Gil’s daughter, pulled Cordelia and the other girl-K’Marah- back towards the tree line, wanting to get away from the fight and get away from this Mal in case she turned on them after getting her fill with the guards.
K’Marah and Cordelia watched in slight horror and awe as Mal punched a guard straight into the ground, the harder sand underneath him cracking and creating a crater under him. Mal then flew up in a swirl of smoke, dodging several blades. She reappeared midair and dove back down, a strong bright blast of violet bursting out as she collided with the guards.
And out of the rising smoke, Mal stepped out, wiping her hands on her pants as she looked back at the guards “assholes” she muttered, turning slowly as she looked back at the three girls. Then she smiled awkwardly and waved “uh, hi?” Cordelia jumped back and whipped her arm around, a large wave emerging from the ocean and crashing towards Mal “oh fuck” Mal’s yelp was muffed by the water as it slammed into her; the girls taking their chance to escape.
Mal just lay on the sand as the water moved back to the ocean, her yellow-green eyes staring slightly annoyed at the sky. “hades balls” she muttered out, steam rising from her skin and clothes as she started to dry off.
Mal stood, wiping off the back of her pants and vest, shaking her head and looking back towards where the girls had run “well” Mal muttered, glancing back towards the guards, all supporting a dragon symbol; the very same one she used to wear on all her clothes. “somethings fucked up here ain't it?”
Mal spread her wings and took to the skies, intending to find out what in the fuck had happened in this Auradon. And maybe also find out-
WHY DID HARRY, UMA, AND GIL HAVE KIDS?!?!
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Rose and Uma stared at their surrounding area, defeated guards at their feet. Harry and Gil were a few feet away with Audrey at their side, inspecting some of the fallen guards and taking their weapons for later use. “any idea on what the fuck is going on?” Uma asked Rose, who just shrugged, fixing her now slightly-worn armored gloves.
“don’t know” Rose muttered, crossing her arms as she kicked the limp leg of a fallen guard “but with how these guards are decorated? Im going to guess; world where Mal is a whole ass bitch and took over Auradon?” Uma nodded in agreement; it was just too obvious. She could sense Mal’s fae magic permeating the air too, dense and ominous. And another magic as well, Maleficent's.
This world was definitely different than theirs. “we need ta move” Harry said as he walked back up to Uma and Rose, taking Rose’s hand as he stopped next to her, Gil and Audrey just behind him “Gil hear’d more guards comin’ this way” Uma nodded, leading the way as her friends followed close behind.
Gil grabbed Audrey’s hand as the clatter of armor got closer, telling his friends to run faster “go go!” Uma growled, her necklace glowing as she whipped around with her arm out. Water drained from the trees and quickly created a wall between them and the guards, Uma closed her fist, and the water turned to a thick wall of ice.
Rose whistled, impressed. Uma then snapped her fingers, their party clothes disappearing and their clothes changing into the gear they had worn during Audrey’s/Maleficent’s attempted take over from earlier that month. Though Audrey’s had changed into a simple pair of jeans, a light blue t-shirt, black boots, and a pink jacket.
The five young adults continued to run, squinting as they reached the tree line and the sun blinded them “fuck should've brought sunglasses” Rose muttered, shielding her eyes with her hand as she and the others slid to a stop on the sand.
“uhhh, where do we go from here?” Audrey asked, voice tense as she looked back towards the forest, her hand clutching onto Gil’s tightly. Uma looked around, they seemed to be on a cliffside, near one of the shores of Ursula's strait. And if she remembered correctly, around here was one of the caves she had taken refuge in before finding her mother's old place. It was deep underwater but with her help, she and the others could get there and be safe.
“we’re getting wet!” Uma yelled out, leading her friends towards the cliffside and diving off, the others pausing as they reached the edge.
Uma hit the water, looking back up as she surfaced, her eyes telling them to quickly dive in before the guards caught up. Rose and Harry were about to go but a purple bullet of magic shot between them, stopping them.
“shit” Rose cursed, twisting around and holding up her fists as she glared at the large and black armored guard holding a huge gun. “we’re in trouble”
Harry withdrew his hook, spinning it in his hand. “fuck” he muttered, glancing back towards Uma who frowned up at him. He twisted back around as another shot was fired, he screamed as he was pushed over the edge, Rose’s hands leaving his chest as he plummeted towards Uma. “ROSE!” Harry was caught by Uma and he sputtered out the water that got into his mouth. “we have’ta help them!” Harry said as loudly as he could over the raging waves around them, Uma grit her teeth, looking back up towards the cliff.
She paused as several guards joined them in the water, Uma quickly pulling them completely under and drowning them “I don’t think she needs help” Uma chuckled, trying to lift Harry’s anxiety about his fiancé but he continued to stare up at the cliff “okay okay, hold on”
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Far within the base, Uma and the others perked up as Gil ran down into the main area, pointing back towards the entrance “there are guards! Fighting three people!” Uma stood, grabbing her cutlass as Harry, Lia, and Gil followed close behind to help these people from Mal’s guards.
Though when they arrived at the surface, it seemed like they didn’t need their help? There was a girl, a few years older than Cordelia and Gabby, easily taking on the guards, disarming them, and using their own weapons against them. Harry grabbed onto Uma's shoulder as the gunman pointed his weapon at the girl, firing the magic dark purple bullet right at her. Lia’s wings appeared in a flash to go grab the girl but-the girl just turned with a smirk, the bullet slamming into her and then dissipating into nothing.
The guards stopped dead in their tracks, staring in pure horror as the girl just laughed, a dangerous glint in her eyes “sorry” she cackled, spinning the halberd in her hands, staring down the guards as they slowly backed up “that won't work~” the gunman grunted and flopped to the ground, a younger-looking Gil behind him, a mace in his hands. “let’s deal with the rest and then find Harry n Uma again” he nodded, grabbing-Audrey?!- from next to him and pulling her behind him and bashing away several guards as they tried to rush him.
The girl took out some of the remaining guards swiftly, giving no quarter as she slashed at their throats. Three suddenly appeared behind her, yelping as a red blur slammed into them, and Harry was shocked to see a younger version of himself taking down the guards, hook in one hand and sword in the other.
Then a younger Uma appeared, water swirling around her as she drowned the last of the guards. The five teens stood in the now empty cliffside, breathing heavily “we all good?” the girl in the scarlet crop jacket asked, holding out her hand to Harry as he walked towards her and took her hand tightly, looking towards Uma and Gil as they nodded “good, let’s get moving, I don’t want to deal with a third-round-” the girl turned suddenly, locking eyes with Uma…but not her Uma “-oh holy shit”
Uma stepped out from the hidden entrance and into the light, and the others followed behind her, all of them on high alert. She glanced at the younger version of herself, younger Uma grabbing onto the girl’s arm as she stared at them “well fry my dough and call me a donut” she muttered, younger Uma and Harry giving her an odd look “I think we fell into an alternate universe that’s in the future?”
Uma hummed, crossing her arms as her Harry and Gil stepped up beside her, staring at themselves. They stared back, younger Harry moving behind the girl slightly as younger Gil puffed up. “oh chill, all four of you” the girl snapped, talking to both versions of Harry and Gil, gently smacking the back of her hand against younger Harry’s chest “now, I think all of us should explain what the fuck is going on”
Uma and the girl held each other's eyes for a good minute, before she nodded “right, come along” the girl grabbed Harry and Uma’s hands as they slightly resisted going with the older version of Uma as Gil and Audrey followed after them.
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“so-Mal, in your world-…isn't a full-on evil bitch?” Uma asked, leaning into her palm as her head thrummed with slight pain. The girl, Rose as she learned was called, nodded.
“yep, you don’t have to believe me. But it’s true, she’s…better, actually went to therapy, fully cut ties with her mom…well the best she could, apologized to everyone, including you” Rose gestured to younger-alternate Uma, who just nodded in confirmation. “im-going to guess her relationship with Ben here is just-absolutely horrible?”
Uma sighed and nodded, crossing her arms and leaning them on the desk “love spelled him, he’s not allowed to leave her side. We’ve tried to get him away but-we couldn’t. we only just barely freed the rest of her prisoners-with help from Lia and her parents-which were the royal family and their friends who were at the coronation”
Rose hummed, tapping on her chin “Rose can get Ben” younger Uma supplied, a grin growing on her face as her older self looked at her incredulous “she’s immune to magic, one of the best fighters in Auradon as well. She can get Ben; easily.” Rose nodded in slight agreement, but Uma didn’t believe either of them.
“I hate Mal but even I have to admit she’s strong, and how could you be immune to magic? And even if you are, how are you going to beat her dragon form? I don’t think you're immune to fire?”
“im from another-another alternate dimension, my DNA don’t work with the magic in this world or ‘mine’ so It just-doesn't work on me? Also she ain't a real dragon, she uses magic for all of it, meaning her fire is magic, meaning it can’t hurt me. We’ve tested it actually.” Rose waved Uma’s concern off at the mention of it being tested by the two “besides, I’ve fought Maleficent before, in her dragon form when she attacked Ben’s coronation; they aren’t as strong as they think they are. Their arrogance is their downfall.” Uma still looked unsure but her younger-alternate self just laughed gently.
“she took down Hook, Gaston, mom, and Hades-who she body-slammed by the way-she can handle Mal, easily. Trust us”
Uma stared at them for a good minute, then closed her eyes and nodded. Then she looked back at Rose “can you really get Ben back?” Rose smiled and nodded.
“I can, I would need to know Mal’s schedule though” Rose muttered, then smirked “and a sword”
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Mal, our Mal, flew above the skies of Auradon, and she did not like what she saw. The bright and wonderous kingdom was in ruins, villages turned to ash, restaurants and art museums she always visited with Evie, Dizzy, and Rose were now just pillars and support beams. Everything was gone; and the only thing left standing was Ben’s castle, formed into something else entirely. Gone were the white and golden spires, replaced with black, green, purple, grey, and everything that made it feel like bargain castle instead of the magnificent castle she had grown to love.
“oh, my gods” Mal whispered, hovering a good hundred feet above the castle, tears burning at her eyes. She-she did this, this worlds Mal did this; she destroyed Auradon, destroyed Ben’s dream, destroyed the safe heaven the vks had come to know. But Mal had a feeling it wasn’t the same vks she was thinking of. Those two girls, just younger than her and both matching the sea three; they had to be their kids, so maybe-the vks that had come-maybe they were their descendants?
Mal wondered if she had a kid here, and if so, were they safe? Did this world's Mal hurt them?...probably, if the entire world around them was any proof. Mal decided to look for her Ben, and this worlds Ben; she had a feeling this Mal had been up to no good with him and she needed to get him out, make sure he was safe-maybe find Uma and deliver him to her or something, Uma had always had a good heart, and if nothing else she would take care of Ben.
Mal’s eyes glowed a soft yellow and she disappeared into the darkness surrounding her, small whisps of blue smoke following her. She dove down to the spires, landing on the tile and closing her eyes, extending her senses across the castle grounds; hoping to hear Ben.
And well, she did, two of them, and herself. And yep, she could tell this Mal was just-a whole ass bitch. Mal pouted a bit, wondering if she could sucker-punch this Mal when she grabbed the bens if she had time. But then she heard something else, something that sent waves of relief through her.
It was Rose! And-and Uma! It was older Uma too, and…a completely brand-new person she absolutely did not recognize the voice of. But she seemed nice, and as helping Rose-get Ben…cool, cool. Rose would be able to get ben much easier than she would, Mal could cause a distraction if needed be! But the other two probably wouldn’t trust her, she didn’t blame them but that would make this hard.
Mal listened to their plan quickly before mentally looking for a place where she could help, and she nodded after a few moments, spreading her wings again and flying towards evil Mal; keeping her cloaking spell on until she needed to unveil herself to fuck this Mal over.
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Rose glanced up, feeling the wind above her move by quickly, and Lia was still behind her, walking with Uma. She hummed, having a feeling her Mal was also here, and was probably going to try to help to save Ben. Rose went over the plan one last time with both Uma and Lia; sneak into the castle using the secret passage only the royal family knew of(Rose only knew of it thanks to Ben), get into Mal’s chambers where she kept Ben when she wasn’t forcing him to be near her 24/7, take Mal down with a powerful temporary anti-magic splash potion, use some enchanted lake water to dispel Ben, get him out of there with Lia’s help, and then possibly behead Mal if she had time.
The two girls nodded and Rose disappeared into the darkness, heading for the west side of the castle. She ducked under a ridge and pressed herself against a stone wall, whispering to the gargoyle that faced away from her. “Villeneuve” the wall behind her pulled back and Rose rolled back into the long hallway that was covered in dust and cobwebs. “wow” she muttered, trailing her fingers against the grimy walls. In her world, even this passage was kept clean, just in case; and now it had been totally abandoned, which meant no one knew where it was then. That was good, no one would see her then.
She quickly moved through the hall, carefully maneuvering through the maze-like tunnel to get to the other side of the passage. She soon arrived and pressed the small button that cracked slightly from underuse.
Rose popped out into the west wing of the castle, still in ruins from years ago, untouched by anyone. Rose hummed in slight condition, wondering why they had decided to leave the wing alone. But it worked in her favor. Rose traveled through the halls, heading towards Ben’s room, since most likely Mal had decided to make that her chambers. She kept to the shadows as she made her way to the north wing where Ben’s room was.
Having to dodge a couple of guards and take a couple out, taking one guard's hand/arm armor (she liked the dragon claw look okay? Also extra weapon against Mal), she finally made it to Ben’s room and quickly lock picked the door open. And she was surprised to find not only the older Ben she had been looking for, but her ben; both sitting out on the balcony waiting for Mal to get back…but if Mal was always near them or the reverse, where was Mal?
It didn’t matter right now, now Rose had some Ben’s to save “psst” she hushed out, closing the door behind her and running over to them. “Ben” the older Ben turned, confused and alarmed as her Ben casually glanced at Rose then covered older Ben’s mouth to prevent him from calling guards or this worlds Mal “bruh what the fuck?”
Ben just laughed, holding up his right hand and wiggling his fingers, one having a gold band ring with a purple gem “Mal made me an anti-magic ring after the whole ‘her mom tried to process Audrey’ thing. also works against her magic, just in case” Rose hummed, mentally patting her mal on the back for her smart thinking. Then she took out the enchanted lake water vial and motioned for Ben to take his hand away; and before older Ben could yell Rose poured the water into his throat. His eyes flashed blue, then faded back to brown, the life returning to his eyes.
“Oh, holy Zeus” he muttered, looking around the room “what-what the heck?”
“please just say fuck” Ben muttered, grabbing himself by the arm and pulling him to follow rose “let's get the hell outta here! Please tell me you have an exit plan” Rose nodded, leading the Ben’s back to the west wing, taking down another couple of guards on the way.
Luckily the three ended up making it to the west wing easily, and getting through the complicated maze-like passage as well to the other side. Ben pulled his older self up and out of the doorway and followed Rose to the tree line, where Uma and Lia were waiting to get all five out of the castle area.
“oh, shit” Rose muttered, jumping back as a blast of purple hit right where she had been “Mal knows!” Rose yelled out, cursing as Mal appeared in front of her, eyes glowing bright green and growling at her “oh fuck off you fucking no-winged lizard, you ain't fucking scary”
Older-worst fashion choices-Mal dared to look offended at that, then she held her hand up and muttered a spell under her breath, and Rose recognized it as a blasting spell “come on, gimme your best shot~” Rose taunted, giving Mal the ‘come at me’ gesture. Mal growled again and sent the blast, Uma, Lia, older Ben, and Mal all freezing as Rose just chuckled, the magic blast dissipating as it hit her body, cracking her neck to the side.
“that won't work~” younger Ben sang, clapping his hands slightly “she's immune to magic~” Mal took a step back as Rose stepped forward, drawing her sword.
“I've taken down people a lot scarier than you” Rose hummed, her eyes sharp and dangerous “including your mother; so why don’t we both make this easy on ourselves and give up.” Mal looked to her sides, trying to think of a plan, when one devious one came to mind. She lept back, smoke swirling around her body as she took her dragon form. Rose just snorted and rolled her eyes, angering Mal further.
Mal took a deep breath, aiming for Ben, to which Rose realized her plan “OI, HELL NO” if Mal couldn’t have him, no one could. Mal released a fire tunnel towards Ben, the two bens clutching onto each other and screaming.
Suddenly her flames spiraled, blocked by two large spiked wings. Mal growled, then stopped, eyes widening as she locked eyes with-herself. But a very different version of herself. Gone was the purple, green, and black color pallet, replaced by cool greys, smokey blues, light purples and swatches of black. Her eyes were bright green and surrounded by black. Her hair blue and flowing like fire.
And she had horns, real horns, not like the ones she styled into her hair, and large wings that covered both Ben’s and herself easily. And a tail. The alternate version of herself checked on the Ben’s, smiling softly as the younger Ben nodded. Mal patted both their backs then took to the sky with a strong gust of wind. Then dragon Mal was suddenly slammed back, a fist going into her jaw; she crumbled against the castle, a pained roar echoing out.
Mal tried to catch younger Mal, but she couldn’t even see her, younger Mal moving so quickly she was invisible to dragon Mal’s eye. Under the barrage of younger Mal, dragon Mal’s scales cracked and broke off, her teeth chipping and she was slowly being battered back into collapsing. What was with this strength? This-power? If they were the same person, why did this Mal have powers she did not? What made her so special?!
But she didn’t have any more time to think, younger Mal slamming down into dragon Mal’s chest and forcing her into the ground, a crater forming under dragon Mal’s body. Younger Mal flew up, breathing heavily as she watched her older-evil self form back into her human self, completely knocked out. Mal huffed, nodding, flying back down to rose and Ben “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!” Mal screamed, waving her arms around as her wings, tail, and black eyes disappeared, leaving just her horns.
“shit happened, we’re in an alternate dimension where the vks that were invited were your kids, by Ben’s son, and then you and your mom took over and destroyed Auradon after Jane’s kid snatched the wand and broke the barrier by accident like Jane did for us. And now four months later some more shit happened and now we're here and you’re gonna help kick your ass and your mom's ass” Mal nodded, appreciating Rose’s quick explanation “good, Uma, Harry, Gil, and Audrey are at the base and you’re gonna carry our Ben there while Lia” Mal glanced over, seeing the gold winged woman that looked a lot like the younger gold winged girl, her mother Mal guessed “carries this worlds Ben. Good?” Mal nodded again, jogging over to Ben and holding out her arms for permission to carry him. Mal laughed as he tilted into her and she moved him into a bridal carry, turning to Lia and older Uma with a smile.
“Lead the way,” Mal said, spreading her wings again, her tail returning with a flash of purple. Uma and Lia glanced at each other, then at Rose, then at Ben and Mal. This Ben seemed to fully trust this Mal, in fact he was making it difficult for her to hold him, wriggling around and putting his full weight into her arms “Ben fucki-dude-I will drop you don’t test me” Ben just laughed, older Ben stepping away slightly. Mal looked to Uma, adjusting Ben in her arms “if you want, I can drop Ben off in a certain location if you don’t want me at the base” Uma seemed genuinely surprised at Mal’s suggestion, somehow knowing Uma and Lia didn’t trust her.
Uma liked that idea better, and she agreed, giving Mal a general location to fly to, and then they would grab Ben from there. Mal nodded, spreading her wings and taking to the skies, quickly disappearing into the clouds.
Lia stared after her for a few moments, glanced at the defeated Mal, and then walked over to Ben, smiling at him “Hello Ben, im Lia. Im going to take you to the rebellion base, your wife and children are already there” Ben’s anxiety melted away with those words, a smile growing on his face.
“oh thank the gods, I've been so worried” he whispered, accepting Lia’s bear bug after she motioned for permission “it’s nice to have a clear head” Lia laughed, spreading her wings, and with one flap; she was in the skies and flying back to the base.
“I can imagine, having the purple beast in your head couldn’t have been fun” Lia joked, Ben nodding against her shoulder. They continued to talk as Lia flew above the trees and land of the ruined Auradon, Ben going silent sometimes as he spotted the once glorious buildings of Auradon city.
Soon they landed just outside the top side entrance, Gil welcoming them in and the two descended into the base. Ben visibly brightened as he spotted Audrey, cradling Briana in her arms as she talked to Alexander. “Audrey!” Audrey gasped at the call of her name, standing with relieved tears in her eyes.
��Ben!” she called back, running towards Ben with Briana still in her arms, Alexander just behind her. Ben slammed into her, careful not to crush Briana as he held Audrey close, breathing her in as he reached out for alexander as he came closer. “Ben” Audrey sobbed out, nearly collapsing against him “I thought we lost you forever”
“I thought I did too” he whispered back, holding his family close as Lia smiled at them, keeping her hands folded in front of her. K’Marah joined her at her side, glancing at Carla and Coco every once in a while.
Soon Uma, Rose, and younger Ben walked into the base, younger Audrey running up to meet him “Ben! Thank the gods you’re okay!” Ben eagerly accepted the hug from his oldest friend, patting her back slightly.
“im glad you’re okay too, and happy birthday” Ben laughed, taking out a small pink and silver necklace from his pocket, to which Audrey squealed at “sorry we all got a bit distracted” Audrey waved him off, clipping on the necklace.
“oh it's fine, we all got sucked into an alternate dimension where Mal is a whole ass bitch” Audrey chuckled, perking up and looking around at the mention of Mal “speaking of which, where is our mal?”
“back in the forest, Uma doesn’t trust her so she's staying back until we need her” Rose supplied, going over to Harry and Gil as they talked to Gabby and Cordelia. “she helped get Ben and kicked this worlds Mal’s ass” Both bens nodded in confirmation and Uma sat next to younger Harry and her daughter, to which the teen tugged at her mom's sleeve, whispering something in her ear.
Uma’s eyes widened and she sat up, mouth agape “she-she did? All three of you?” Cordelia nodded, and Uma sighed, leaning her head into her palm “apparently Mal, your mal” Uma looked to Rose at this “saved Cordelia, Gabby, and K’Marah a day or so ago, from our Mal’s guards; about the time you all arrived” Rose chuckled, crossing her arms and tilting her head.
“Yeah, I can believe that, after Mal started going to therapy” everyone looked surprised at that “I know right? She actually admitted she was fucked in the head and willingly went to therapy, anyway; she's gotten a lot better and is very protective of any kid she comes across, she doesn’t want them to experience even the slightest bit of what she went through under her mom's hand.” Malachi, Mal’s son of this world, pursed his lips, wondering for a moment if the other Mal was truly like this, after dealing with his mother and grandmother for so many years, trust was hard to give. So forgive him for not leaping to meet this Mal.
After a few minutes of discussion between the leaders of the rebellion, both Ben’s, both Audrey’s, and Rose. It was decided that the ‘good’ Mal would be allowed into the base, with the exception she would have a trusted rebellion member around her at all times to keep an eye on her; just in case. And so, Mal walked into the base spinning on her heels to get a good look at everything, and Malachi was genuinely stunned to see her, she looked-way different than his mom; real horns, wings out her back, a freaking tail, black sclera eyes with green irises, sharp teeth, and a very different style than his mother.
Her hair was totally different too, dark purple to bright blue, almost looking like-a mix of hades and Maleficent…which was weird but okay, her color pallet was different as well, a mix of blues, purples, greys, with some patches of green instead of the purple and green he and his mother had.
She locked eyes with him and froze for a good minute, then ducked into a crouch, muttering to herself “uhhh” Malachi shuffled awkwardly, crossing his arms as Rose covered her mouth and laughed. “what-?”
“she's dealing with tha’ fact tha’ she has a kid now,” younger Harry said monotonously, going back to talking with his Gil and Uma, who rolled their eyes at Mal. Mal suddenly stood and took a deep breath, looking at Malachi again then turning on her heel and walking away.
“Mal?” Uma called after her, laughing as Mal tossed her hands up and continued walking away “give her some time, she’ll come around. In the meantime, I thought you should prepare for her to come say hi at some point, because she probably will try to mother you” Uma said to Malachi, who looked mildly uncomfortable at that notion.
And Uma was right, because two days later Mal introduced herself to Malachi, and while it took a while for Malachi to get accustomed and comfortable with her, he came to…enjoy her company; surprisingly. She was very different from his mom; genuinely kind, her dry humor easily blended with his, and what he learned, was the one to choose good in her world after taking the wand from Jane. And she had kept her word from then, growing beyond her mother and becoming her own person that thrived in Auradon, just like he had wanted to.
She didn’t feel like a mom though, more like-and aunt, a sarcastic-very protective of him and his friends-willing to kill everything for him, aunt. It was…kinda nice, having a version of his mother that actually liked him and wanted him to be safe.
It was very odd to be around a version of Mal and Uma that weren’t at each other's throats, instead of throwing snarky comments and light-hearted teasing, not a word of ‘shrimpy’ came from this Mal’s mouth. Harry still was a bit-iffy with Mal, but Malachi guessed that was a thing that would never change in any universe.
Soon, after everyone who had been a prisoner was healed up, a plan was made to finally retake Auradon. Mal had no threat to dangle in front of them, no Ben to flaunt. It was time. They would utilize their alternate universe selves, especially Mal and Rose, one who easily overpowered evil mal and the other immune to magic.
It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be easier than it would be without them; Uma made a plan that involved Mal’s dragon form, one that was much larger and more powerful than both evil Mal and Maleficent.
They had people, power, and advantages that Mal didn’t have. They were ready, they would win.
-end-
I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO END THIS SO I JUST-ENDED IT?! SORRY IF IT FEELS WEIRD AH
also everyone is legit just wearing their d3 rewrite gear, minus Ben, Mal, and Audrey; they be wearing a(in order of previously mentioned) a suit TR Mal forced on him, dark blue jeans, a purple t-shirt, and a blue-grey denim vest splotched with dark purple. and some sneakers. Audreys outfit was already discribed so imma not do that again.
#disney descendants#tightrope#crossover with a crossover with a fanfic of a fanfic#rewrite#part of your world#finale#Harry Hook#uma descendants#gil descendants#yes Evie carlos and Jay did not get sucked into this world#they be chillin at the enchanted lake waiting for their friends#why didnt they?#why did ben and Audrey#rose harry uma and gil get sucked in?#idk just go with it#lets say becuase Audrey had directly interacted with the ember before so it grabbed her#aaand ben because i can#ah#anyway#ye#takes place right after chapters 14-17 aka the last couple chapters of tightrope#as for rewrite its like two weeks after the whole maleficent posession fiasco#the vks have had like-barley any time to settle lol#umas in Auradon properly for like three days and then WHOOP shes in an alternate dimension lol
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"Tell me why you did it" "Because I'm in love with you"
I had a prompt request for this an eternity ago (sorry...) but I think I deleted the ask 😬 Here's the prompt anyways.
It made no sense to her. One minute she’d been staring down Lord Darkar with the most courage she could muster – thankfully her stubbornness helped her there – and having death threatened. Next thing she knew, there was a body between her and the skeleton-man (could he be considered a man?). A loud no had echoed through the cavernous space accompanied by a flash of magenta-topped blue. She’d been so stunned by the action that it took her a moment to register why the voice was so familiar.
Riven.
He’d jumped in front of her.
He’d saved her life.
He’d risked his.
For her.
After that, everything was a blur. Somewhere in the back of her mind she’d been aware that the Trix had shown up and helped them. She knew that that distraction had broken Darkar’s spell; the one that had kept her, and her friends frozen in place; the one Riven had somehow broken through to save her. She knew that thanks to that distraction Brandon and Helia had managed to get to Riven and bandage him up, bringing an end to the blood that she swore – though her memory may be faulty – was spilling endlessly out of Riven’s abdomen and temple. All those details had barely managed to make a scratch in her mind – as if they were happening somewhere else to someone else - as she stared at his closed eyes begging the gods – any gods - to let her see that violet she loved so much; that violet that had tinted her dreams since she’d met him.
Nothing. At least not between the brief moment when he’d flickered into consciousness after she reached him and called out to him and when he’d woken for an even briefer moment on the flight back to Red Fountain.
Musa knew that, in some twisted series of events, it was thanks to the Trix that Riven was still alive. She refused to acknowledge it, though; refused to acknowledge that it was thanks to them that she’d been able to spend every free moment by his side as he recovered. Not that there were many of those, or, at least, as many as she’d like. Apparently helping to save the entire universe didn’t count as a valid reason to miss finals in Griselda’s mind so Musa made her to way to Red Fountain’s infirmary every day after classes. She’d spent so much time there that she was on a first name basis with the nurses; they even let her use their coffee machine now so she wouldn’t have to go down to the cafeteria to get some. She’d set herself up on the empty bed across the room with her books sprawled out in front of her, trying - and mostly failing - to study. She knew she wouldn’t fail any of her classes – she had nearly perfect grades in all of them – but she wasn’t too keen on failing her finals considering they were worth a quarter of her final grade. It didn’t matter how much she forced herself though because her eyes always seemed to wander away from the books over to Riven.
Musa arrived at Red Fountain today with a bag full of books that she intended to get through. Three classes to study for and just under five hours to study. She needed to get through the books or else she’d be kicking herself tomorrow when she was trying to take those exams. Whose bright idea had it been to schedule three exams in one day anyways?
He slept through the first few days; she’d expected that. What she hadn’t expected was for him to sleep through the entire first week and a half after the mission. According to the nurses, he had woken up a few times but mostly when no one was there. Timmy had spoken to him once, albeit very briefly. Musa hated the thought of Riven waking up to an empty hospital room. He deserved to know that his friends were checking on him; that they cared. That she cared. That his friends were checking on him. When she’d arrived yesterday, Brandon was set up in the room with a set of weights (the nurses had complained but Brandon shrugged them off). Sky and Timmy had been there the day before that and Tecna and Flora had accompanied her the day before that.
She strode into the infirmary, greeting Doris, the nurse at the front desk, with a nod. Musa was vaguely aware that the nurse tried to tell her something, but she had headphones on and too much on her mind, so the movement of the nurse's lips only registered after she’d passed the desk. Upon turning to question what she’d wanted to say, Musa found that Doris had had her attention diverted by a phone call, so she shrugged it off and continued to Riven’s room. Her bag slid off her shoulder, dropping to the floor a mere inch from her toes when she entered his room.
It was empty.
Nobody hanging around in case Riven woke; nobody on the bed; no book or flowers (courtesy of Flora) on the bedside table; nothing. The bathroom door was wide open, revealing a pristine shower, sink and toilet. No Riven. Musa poked her head out of the room, checking the number beside the door. Twenty-one: she had the right room. Where was he?
“He was discharged about two hours ago” Doris, a sweet older woman with greying brown hair and bright green eyes, informed her, coming up behind the fairy.
“B-but he’s barely woken up in the last week?” Musa managed to stammer as she turned to face the woman. Doris shrugged. Apparently Riven had woken up late last night – just before midnight, two hours after she’d left to make Alfea’s ten PM weekday curfew – and stayed awake all night. When the doctor had checked him that morning, his vitals were good and Riven was in functional condition. “We knew him already; he spent enough time in here last year after all the fights he got in-” Fucking Riven “-so the doctor agreed to let him go as long as he promised to come in everyday for a checkup and to take it easy for a bit.”
No. She would go back to Alfea. She needed to study. If she went to see him now she’d be too tempted to demand answers and that would lead to her getting absolutely zero studying done. But then again... if she went back to Alfea to study she’d never be able to focus knowing that he was awake and she could be talking to him.
Take it easy? The man had jumped in front of a death blow without a second thought, and they expected him to take it easy? He clearly had no sense of self-preservation! “Oh... okay, thanks” Musa mumbled, picking up her bag and slinging it over her shoulder as she walked away. She stood outside the main infirmary door watching blankly as students in unnecessarily tight blue uniforms walked past her. What now? She hadn’t ever considered the possibility of showing up with him gone. Did she just go back to Alfea? Find Riven? And say what? What the fuck were you thinking? Why would you do something so reckless? So stupid? So... so... so... romantic???
“Musa?! Hi” Helia gasped, opening the door before she could knock. Musa lowered her arm, grasping at her bag’s strap tightly. “Looking for Riven?”
Musa was surprised to find that she’d started moving, and that her absentminded walking had led her right to dorm 307 – the guys’ dorm. Her subconscious had decided for her: she would go see him. Musa raised her arm to knock, but she hesitated. What if he thought it was weird that she’d shown up right after his discharge from the infirmary? Or that he was freaked out by the thought of her being by his side every day? No, he’d risked his life for her. He’d be happy that she was there with him. …That you’ll come back, you’ll come back... to me. That’s what he’d said before their groups had split at the cave entrance; he would be happy to see her. She’d knock. Just one deep breath and...
Musa nodded dumbly. She didn’t know why she’d suddenly lost the ability to speak; it wasn’t as if the entirety of Magix wasn’t aware of her feelings for the angry specialist at this point. They’d already gone on a date for crying out loud. Her eyes had drifted down to the dark brown sketch pad in Helia’s hand as she nodded, but she forced them back up to meet his. “Yeah... Is he here?”
“No. I think he’s in the back courtyard.” Musa thanked Helia and began to make her way back down the corridor. She turned to ask Helia if Riven had said anything about, well, anything, but her in particular, but the artist was already halfway down the hall in the opposite direction. Not that it mattered; Riven wasn’t the kind to talk about stuff and the odds of him feeling particularly chatty when he was in pain were not good. Logically Musa knew that the odds of him explaining why he’d jumped to her were minimal too, but she needed to ask anyways.
Her pace sped up to just short of running as she made her way down to the back courtyard. Red Fountain’s new building had three courtyards. The most magnificent one, the front courtyard, was at the top of the school overlooking the forest with the city of Magix visible in the distance of the Southern side. The central one was halfway down the building inside the four gushing waterfalls and contained nothing but training fields. The back courtyard was at the base of the building at ground level. It was made up of the ruins of the old Red Fountain and where the students mostly hung out when they stayed on campus. What could be salvaged of the old brick building had been turned into courtyard décor – picnic tables, benches, stools – and, most notably, the large wall that ran along the edge of the forest. Tecna had questioned if the wall was structurally sound when they’d first seen it, but Sky assured them it was.
When she made it to the crowded yard, her pace slowed a bit. She wasn’t worried about missing him – there was no doubt in her mind she’d be able to pick him out in a crowd – but she didn’t want to appear like she’d been searching for him frantically when she did find him. She took a quick look through the crowded parts, opting instead to search the more secluded areas thoroughly. She knew Riven; he wouldn’t want to be in the packed areas.
She found him in the front corner closest to the forest, next to one of the gates that led to one of the many footpaths that meandered through Gloomy Wood. He was seated atop the wall, leaning back on the arch of the gate. Musa’s eyes flitted to the open iron gate, wondering what the purpose of the gate was if they were just going to leave it open. Then, just as quickly as her eyes had traveled to the gate, they were back on him. It seemed natural at this point to be watching him if he was in the vicinity. No matter how hard she tried not to spend all her time admiring and observing him, she seemed to be eternally doomed to have her eyes find him. It wasn’t her fault he was so fucking beautiful. Especially right now, sitting there with the back of his head leaning against the wall and his eyes closed. His arms rested on his stomach where he’d been hit – she could see the bandage poking out under his shirt – and one leg propped up while the other dangled off the wall. He looked so comfortable and peaceful. It was unfathomable how easily he made her stomach do flips, it –
Wait a minute.
What the fuck was he doing on top of the wall? There was no way to get up there except to boost yourself up. That wasn’t ‘taking it easy’.
“Hi” she said loudly, butterflies having turned to annoyance. It was bad enough that he’d risked his life jumping in front of her, did he also have to risk worsening his injuries?!
Riven’s eyes snapped open and when he looked at her, it was obvious he hadn’t been expecting to see her. Their eyes met briefly as he stuttered out a M-Musa… Hi. He lowered his leg, trying to hide the way he flinched in pain at the movement. Musa dropped her bag and stepped forward to help him as he slid himself down, but he brushed her off. Stubborn ass.
“How are you feeling?”
“Fine, you know, considering…” he shrugged, motioning towards his abdomen.
“Right…” Musa fiddled with her ring – a cheap mood ring she and Bloom had gotten at the fair a few months back – as she tried to formulate a coherent thought or sentence. How was it that she still found herself stupidly tongue-tied around him? He knew how she felt; she knew he felt the same. They’d already kissed and gone on a date. They would’ve gone on another already if fucking fake Avalon hadn’t kidnapped Bloom. Logically, there was no reason for her brain to turn to mush anymore.
Her eyes snapped up to Riven’s face. The bandage that had been around his head wasn’t there anymore, leaving the scar and bruising on his temple visible. His mouth was drawn as his eyes raked over her. He was assessing her; she could see his mind working as his eyes roamed over every visible inch of skin. “How are you?”
“Good. Completely unharmed... thanks to you.” You fucking moron. He should know by now that her fairy form offers her an extra layer of protection that non-magical beings don’t have. He should know that the skimpy outfit is deceptive.
He brushed it off. Riven. The cocky asshole. He brushed it off. Like risking your life – quite literally almost sacrificing it – was nothing more than passing the salt at the dinner table. “Really. Thank you. You didn’t-“
And he laughed at Timmy for being nervous around Tecna. What a goof. “I’ve been here everyday…”
“It’s nothing. Not for…” Riven trailed off. She wished he would finish the sentence, but she knew where it was going. You. Not for you. Would it kill him to give her any sort of sign of liking her? She knew he did, but was it really so hard for him to say: It’s no big deal, Musa. I’d do anything for you. “I, uh, wasn’t expecting to, um, see you h-here…”
If she could burn the memory in her mind and pull it out whenever she felt down, that would be the most incredible thing. The way his eyes widened in surprise only to soften drastically a few seconds later. The small smile that played on his lips that he tried – and failed – to suppress. The redness in his cheeks. He was perfect. “Oh?”
“I wanted to know you were… okay.” Gods, the way he was looking at her made Musa want to close the space between them and never let him go. But she needed to know. It would eat at her until she had an answer, so she dove. “Why’d you do it?”
“Huh?” He cocked his brow curiously. He couldn’t possibly be that daft? What could she possibly be asking about besides him using his body as a shield?
“Why’d you jump in front of me?” she demanded, her patience already starting to thin.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does! Riven, you could have died! You…” almost did. Musa stopped herself from saying it aloud. She didn’t know if Riven knew he’d been on the brink of death and, frankly, she didn’t want to think about that. One of the advantages – and occasional disadvantages – of having sound-based powers was that her hearing was so much stronger than the average person’s; she could hear the faintest of sounds with enough concentration. Like a heartbeat. Like his. Loud and erratic at this moment, but faint and barely existent after he’d fallen. Musa had no idea how he’d survived, only that somewhere in the background the spell that had been put on Bloom went away, there’d been a bright glowing light in Musa’s peripheral vision and then Riven’s heart had started to gain strength.
“So could you. Just let it go, Musa” he bit back. The fucking goddamn stubborn asshole.
“No! I need to know.”
“It doesn’t matter.” Riven started to walk away from her, but she was determined not to let him. She would have her answer. She needed her answer. Maybe that made her as stubborn as him – no, it definitely did – but she was known for being stubborn and she was fine with that. Musa stepped in front of him, blocking him from the path that would lead back to the courtyard.
“It does matter!”
“No.”
“Yes, Riven. We... I...” Her voice started to break and it took a few seconds before she managed to finish the sentence. Musa would usually do everything she could to avoid someone knowing how sensitive and emotional she really was, but frankly, she was past caring now. Riven had already seen her break before anyways. And she wanted him to know how much she cared and how worried she’d been. “I could’ve lost you.”
“Well, you didn’t” he dismissed with a shrug. There was no way he could be so careless with his life. It infuriated her to think that being moments away from death was something he took so nonchalantly.
“But I could have!”
“But you didn’t so it doesn’t matter.”
“Why are you being so fucking stubborn? I just want to know why you thought that jumping in front of me was-”
“Musa! For fuck’s sake. Just drop it” Riven snapped. She’d never had him snap at her before – Stella, Brandon, Sky (multiple times), even Timmy once. Never her. His snapping didn’t scare her, but rather fueled her and made her more determined to get an answer.
“No! Just fucking tell me instead of shutting me out. You risked your life for me. Why? I need to know; I deserve to know. You have no idea how much knowing that you could’ve died for me has been eating at me. How much-”
“It’s because I’m in love with you!” Riven’s eyes went wide as soon as the words slipped out. He opened his mouth to speak - to backtrack or explain – but no words came out. Musa was so surprised by the outburst – and more specifically, it’s content – that she had to take a step back to steady herself. Her jaw dropped and she tried to form a coherent thought, but she couldn’t.
He loves her.
He’s in love with her.
Riven is in love with her.
“I... I have to go.” Riven took off through the gate at much faster speed than she’d anticipated from someone who’d been seriously injured not even two weeks ago. Musa allowed herself a few seconds to blink away the residual shock, something that she regretted once she realised that he was out of her line of sight by the time her head was clear.
“Fuck” she muttered before taking off after him. She followed the path for a few hundred meters before deciding that she wasn’t going to find him on foot; that, knowing Riven, he’d probably strayed off the path specifically to make it harder for her to find him.
Ignoring her frustrations with Riven and his inability to face any potentially emotional or uncomfortable moments, Musa took to the skies. She forced herself to focus on what he had said – even if it had been blurted out. I’m in love with you. The butterflies in her stomach still fluttered to life every time she thought about it – and she’d been replaying the moment in her mind the entire time she’d been walking.
It shouldn’t have surprised her that she found him sitting at their spot. A small clearing in the middle of the forest – about a half hour walk from both Alfea and Red Fountain – with a ledge that overlooked the lake. Musa had found it last year after a fight with Stella that had resulted in her storming away. Riven had known about it for years before, using it as sanctuary anytime he needed peace for most of his teen years, if not all, she wasn’t entirely sure. They’d met here multiple times over the last year. Most of the time it hadn’t been on purpose, they’d just both happened to need space from the people around them. And what better way to be away from others than together.
Musa landed behind him as quietly as she could. She wanted a few seconds to admire him. She wanted to admire the broadness of his shoulders and the sculpt of his body. The way his maroon hair slicked back and the baby hairs tickled the nape of his neck. She admired his high cheekbones and angular chin. Finally, his soft, full lips. Gods, she wanted to kiss those lips so badly.
The lips of the man that loves her.
“Riven…” Musa stepped forward tentatively, changing out of her fairy form and back into the loose black pants and baggy cropped red t-shirt she’d thrown on haphazardly that morning. She saw the way his shoulders tensed, but he didn’t answer so she sped up. When she reached him, she sat in front of him, folding her legs under her. “Riven?”
His hands were balled into fists that he tapped on the ground nervously as he refused to meet her eyes. Musa reached her hands out and grabbed his, forcing them open so that they would hold hers back. She requested that he look at her. When he didn’t, she pulled her hand out of his grip – he’d been surprisingly quick to take her hand given how adamant he was about avoiding her gaze – and gently turned his head to look at her. “Look at me, Riven” she said in a forceful voice that denied the gentility of her touch.
“I-“ he started.
“I love you, too.”
“Really?” The surprise in his voice nearly broke her heart. She knew Riven came with a whole slew of issues, but she was still surprised that cocky, arrogant Riven didn’t deem himself worthy of being loved. But regardless of what he thought, he was loved.
By her.
She loved him.
She was in love with him.
“Gods help me, yes, really. I love you.” Saying it felt like a weight lifted off her shoulders. She’d been in love with him for so long now and, until recently, she never thought she’d get to tell him. Part of her wanted to the moment they first kissed in the Wildlands, but she knew how comfortable he was with emotion – that was, not at all – and she didn’t want to scare him away so she said nothing.
Riven’s hand pulled away from hers and he brought it up to touch her cheek. He’d given her no sign of relationship – they had to be in one now, right? – in public, so she was always surprised when he was soft in private. Especially the first kiss – after she’d confessed her feelings for him in what, she was willing to admit, was probably the worst timed confession ever – when they were packing up their stuff on the beach. She’d pulled him aside, driven to talk to him about the confession by Brandon’s silent nagging, but realised when she had him in front of her that no words would explain her feelings properly, and it certainly wasn’t the right moment for a song. So, she kissed him. He responded positively, so she took that as her sign to pull him in more. The kiss was wonderful, but more so was the way everything about him softened – his eyes, his touch, his posture, everything. Like he had so much love to give, he just needed someone willing to receive it.
This time was different. Riven was the one to initiate; he was the one to use his hand to bring her head forward. There were no words to describe the way she lit up when they kissed – her lips, her mind, her heart, body and soul; all of her felt like it was coming to life after an eternity of nothingness.
The hand on her cheek slid into her hair, deepening the kiss. Riven’s other hand slid out of hers and landed on the small of her back. With very little effort on his part, he pulled her more and more into him until she was straddling his lap and pressed up against him. Musa brought her hands up to rest on his chest, sliding one of them up to wrap her arm around his neck and pull him closer, if it was even possible.
When they pulled apart for air, Musa rested her forehead against Riven’s. Violet met blue in the sweetest gaze. Musa offered Riven a gentle, sincere smile that he returned, making her heart turn to love-struck mush. They stayed like that for a few minutes until he spoke.
“Did you mean it?” he whispered so low that she almost missed it.
“I do. I love you, Riven.” Musa planted a kiss on his forehead that made him smile even wider. His arm moved down her body to wrap around her waist so that she was fully locked into his embrace. Riven had never looked so genuinely happy and at-ease in the two years she’d known him and it warmed her to know she was the one that made him feel like that. His forehead and eyes found hers once more as he whispered: “I love you, Musa.”
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tiny avian tommy getting put in a specific time out for being a little gremlin by a giant sbi member of your choice bonus if its his first time so he doesn't know its safe
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Warnings: Self esteem struggles and Soft vore
Words: 1.6K+
Aren't I good enough?!
One way to describe Tommy Danger Kraken Innit Minecraft? Ultimately awesome! Not only was he siblings with the famous and righteous Technoblade! A warrior, no a God! Who tore down his enemies so easily nobody stood a chance! Then there was the musician of the seas.
Wilbur Soot Minecraft, his older brother, and talented musician, known all throughout the world for his talented music, just a simple word he utters makes you fall under his spell like a siren.
And his father, the legend, Philza Minecraft himself, God was he awesome. He was known throughout as the angel of death, everyone cowers before him as the lover of death, but also with his accomplishments of defeating the Enderdragon.
To say his family was a big deal was really the honest truth, but what was to be said of Tommy? That he was an asshole gremlin child? The probably weakest hybrid around? Or the fact he couldn’t eat meat due to the fact that he was in fact part hummingbird?
Which made usually eat flowers like his friend Tubbo? It wasn’t his fault he was born this way! Eventually, he’d be just as terrifying, legendary and talented as everyone else! They just had to watch!
That was what he thought as he was in a field, tending to nearby flowers and snacking on some on occasion. He thought to himself, “What do I have?”. He didn’t see himself particularly talented at anything besides his weird sense of humour and being able to mend clothes, it made him think a lot about what was to come of himself.
“Tommy!”. His friends called him from across the field, he could see the bee hybrid Tubbo flying towards him, at least Tubbo could fly, Tubbo couldn’t even fly himself. “You okay, Big man?” Tommy snapped out of his thoughts, whatever sorrowful expression on his face faded in an instant as he yelled excitingly, “Course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?!”.
“For a moment there you lo-“, “Tommy Danger Kraken Innit Minecraft has never felt or looked like such a thing known as sadness! Only women! Disks! And you Big man!”.
“What about me?”. Ranboo said amusingly as he teleported over to the two, “With some exceptions…” Tommy muttered, quietly showing his affection towards Ranboo before switching it up, “I don’t give two-shits about you Ranboo!”. To which made Tubbo and Ranboo laugh.
The two walked through the field of flowers for a while until sitting down on the flowers to allow Tubbo to snack on them. The three of them conversed until Tommy slowly stopped to respond so much or adding more to the conversation.
He began to go deep into thought again, wandering about his strengths that were easily outweighed by the negatives, The two laughed but stopped when Tommy asked, “Hey guys, what am I good at?...”.
Tubbo looked over to Ranboo a bit confused by the question but answered, “You’re uhm… Funny!”. “And you’re great at insulting people?”. But that ultimately failed, “I mean seriously.”. And the two didn’t answer, seeming to think of an answer when Tommy took it as nothing to say.
“Don’t worry about it then”. As he stood off and walked to a nearby edge, the two stood and ran over to Tommy to try and stop him from jumping off, telling him to “Wait!” but it was too late, he was already gone.
He opened his wings into a gliding position as he couldn’t fly and gliding slowly towards the forest below. He thought about what his family would say but probably would just get laughed at.
He landed with a thump as he abruptly ended his flight, walking to the nearby pond and sat down. Then proceeded to throw stones into the said pond until dawn as he made his way home.
As he entered the house, he was greeted by his family, but he ignored them in favour of going up to his room, all attempts at conversation as they approached his room asking for either assistance or whatever was the matter with the gremlin but to get no response.
The next day everybody was meeting up in the said flower field, he was in previously. But this time Tommy seemed a lot more obnoxious than usual, any attempts at getting his guard down would only be met with more of his uptight yelling and boasts about himself.
For some reason, nobody could get through to Tommy as he ran around annoying everybody, so in order to find a solution he approached his brother’s best friend, to find Tubbo looking just as confused, “Hey Tubs”. Tubbo snapped out of whatever thoughts of losing his sanity were happening and smiled at Wilbur, “Hey Wil!”. “Do you know what's happening with Toms?”.
The two looked over to Tommy to confirm both their thoughts to see a screaming gremlin in Technoblades arms, being held back from attacking Ranboo for whatever reason Ranboo did to somehow anger him.
“I’m not really sure, he seemed upset about something yesterday.”, “Did he tell you anything in particular?”. “Uhm, I mean- He did ask if he was good at anything, like a serious question and me and Ranboo was thinking about it, then he ran off!”.
Wilbur thought about it for a moment, but before he could come to a conclusion all hell broke loose as Tommy was inevitably causing more chaos than needed, yelling profanities at the top of his lungs for no reason in particular.
“Right”. Philza raised his voice at the boy. “What is going on with you?!”. Tommy looked at him perplexed for a moment until letting his guard down for a moment, looking down guiltily and Phil looked at him in concern until he yelled out.
“Absolutely fine Philza Minecraft the legend! Amazing at everything he does!”. There seemed to be something in particular about that statement, something oddly specific. Despite him often praising his father for whatever he does it was never as specific as that. Just small praises.
But before they could continue more, Tommy had run off the ledge again into obscurity. Nobody really knowing where the avian was going to go, but somebody did know, Wilbur knew. It was a spot he took Tommy to when he was younger and would always go there when upset.
So, Wilbur ran off to find him.
Wilbur took a different route, one that allowed him to hide under the surface of the water, you see Wilbur’s words were actually able to send you under a spell since he was actually a siren. A size-shifting siren to be specific.
He transformed when he touched the waters surface, his legs turning into a beautiful scaly tail and his hands turning claws, his eyes becoming more fishlike as they looked more dilated and fish-like. He swam forwards until he found the avian sitting under a tree, looking miserable.
An old trick should do the trick, when Wilbur and the family would take Tommy on adventures, especially when he was younger, in cases of danger he’d be sent to one of their storage stomachs for protection, but that wasn’t the only thing it was used for, if he was being particularly annoying or wanted comfort, he could also be sent there, as a form of comfort.
He quickly swam upwards, quickly breaching the surface and growing gigantic. Tommy screamed as he was scooped but although quickly, was also careful as he threw Tommy into his mouth and quickly swallowed, sending him to his brood pouch.
When Tommy landed safely within, he could feel the boy kick and punch as he yelled “Unhand me you- you prick!” Wilbur couldn’t help but burst into laughter at this.
“Wil? What the fuck man! You scared me!”. Wilbur hummed in response, still giggly about the situation. “Well, sorry gremlin but you’ve been on everyone’s nerves today!”. Then he went silent much to Wilbur’s confusion, “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird all day?”.
There was another moment of silence when Tommy asked, “Wil, am I good enough?”. Which caught Wilbur completely off guard, why would Tommy even think such a thing, he laid a hand over his stomach and rubbed circles soothingly. Completely confused.
“I- Toms, of course, you’re good enough! Why wouldn’t you think so?!”. He yelled somewhat concerned and confused at the fact his brother was thinking such things. “I- I’m not good at anything like all of you..”.
“What are you on about Toms?! Of course, you’re good at-“ He was cut off when Tommy yelled, “I mean like talented! You can sing! Techno can fight! Dad- Dad is Dad! He can do so many things! He’s-“.
The stomach walls pressed in on him, cutting him off. “Tommy, you listen to me now. You may not think much as such, but I think you’re a natural-born leader, you’re able to sway so many and command accordingly when so many people need it, remember that time you stopped everyone from fighting? You did all that by yourself!”.
“You may not be as strong as Technoblade but you’re smart and crafty and can hold your own just as well, you’ve impressed Techno so many times with what you’ve achieved. All of us couldn’t be more proud of you as a brother! We all care about you.”.
He could hear soft sobs, and he continued to rub circles, hushing the boy as well. Soon after, they were found by Phil and Techno who joined in the efforts of comforting the boy shortly. And all laid there for the night, keeping Tommy safe like they used to.
Maybe his family did have the answers after all.
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Siren Scales & Village Tales
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For @chaoticyuna 's Summerween event!
Siren Gojo with a female reader.
Word count: 2.3k
TW: large bodies of water, bullying, blood.
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“The water was always murky by the bog trees, billows of dirt and sod and other bits always falling into the water by the pounds. Further down the dirt road that passes through the swamp, and you’d find a well, then a town.
“A merchant’s town, children waddled through the puddles that filled the pit holes- it wasn’t a rich area, despite all the good business. In the center of the town, a big fountain captured the sun’s rays during the golden hour- usually around 5 in the afternoon.
“Now, back to the well- it’s kind of important.
“The well, around 3 feet wide, was built of what was now crumbling bricks- terribly small, but just big enough to fall down; should you be unlucky enough.
“But there was also a rumor- as there is in every town and village. And, like other rumors that resided in other towns and villages, it was that of the supernatural. But in this case…
“Sirens.
“Sirens were fish tailed peoples with webbed hands and glowing eyes. It was said that if you ever heard one singing, you’d be inclined to bring yourself forward, to take their hand and fall.”
“Fall?”
“Yes, fall. Fall down the well, they would tell you. However, once in a blue moon, there’s a survivor, one who crawls their way up from hell and back to the siren as if they were addicted to their voice; coming back every day while the sun is still up, just to leave crying their eyes out as the sun comes down.”
“Why only during the day?”
“Well, no one knows. It’s just something that happens. Like a law of nature.”
***
“Don’t you think it���d be better to just relax once in a while? It wouldn’t hurt you, I promise.”
Despite all the reassurances of saying a story was a story until proven otherwise, better safe than sorry. And the only well in a 15 mile radius was this one.
Curse them for being so cheap.
Your hands burned from the rope as you dragged the bucket up, clear water sloshing around spilling out some.
“Nanami, with all due respect, you are the last one I want to hear the word ‘relax’ from.”
Gravel bits dug into the souls of your shoes, some chunky enough to feel even through the rubber. It kind of stung.
“Y/n, I’m going to be frank with you; mermen? They don’t exist. Neither do griffins, or hydras, or any of that fairy tail nonsense you’re always babbling about. It’s just us two, and old Mr. Gakuganji down the road.”
Sighing, Nanami adjusted his glasses, not bothering to wait for you as he loaded the last gallon onto the wagon, getting ready to go.
***
People surged forward, coins and paper money grasped in hands before thrown at you two, grabbing at the jars of the well water. It was always like this, the town coming up to the well water like it was their life sustainer, and maybe for some, it was.
“Y/n! Welcome back! Did you see anything unnatural today?”
A mocking laugh, a tall man tore his shirt off- Aoi Todo. Behind him, the Zen’in twins chuckled.
“Actually Todo, I haven’t. BUT, I do have something else to note. That well water you’re drinking? It hasn’t been boiled yet.”
Watching his face contort, a smile is set on your face as Aoi began to hurl, tiny worms and water with last night's feast falling onto his feet.
“Y/n! What the hell! Did your siren buddy put you up to this?”
“What happened to them not being real?”
It was the same conversation everyday. And, like everyday, you was met with a horrible answer.
Todo scoffed before spitting onto the ground, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
“No man is every gonna want you, you stupid woman.”
“And if I don’t want to marry?”
***
As the hours passed, dusk came, bringing the stormy clouds with it- but it wasn’t yet raining. A ripple in the lake waters caught your eye- maybe a fish, but the fish weren’t in season, so it was unlikely.
You shouldn’t have been out after curfew- there were rules for a reason, yeah, but what was the harm? Especially after dinner, where you’d only had time for stale bread; chewing down the more than stale pieces was troubling.
The sands of the lake were dry, like all the water had been taken from the ground, pooling into the lake. Odd.
“A law of nature? But that's so…”
“Boring? Stupid? Illogical? Aye, it is.”
Kneeling down, you dipped your fingers into the water. There was something missing from the story the elders told you, you're sure of it; no matter how many times you waved your hand in the shallows, not a single ripple- only from that tail you saw earlier.
Something rumbled, whether or not it was the stormy clouds or your stomach, you didn’t bother to check.
Dipping your feet into the water, a sigh of relief escapes your lips- a breath let go you didn’t know you were holding.
Another roll of thunder- but something caught your eye; the tail again.
It was only for a moment, but you could make out the colors and fin shape. Various shades of blue and silver and yellows, shifting in the light, and the fin, large and (almost) pillowy.
It hit the water, disappearing once again.
“Stran-THE HELL?
Digits quickly grabbed your foot, webbed and slimy, pulling you under before you could scream.
Something pressed into your mouth- maybe seaweed? Bitter and salty, whatever it was was quickly shoved down your throat, forcing you to swallow.
As clear as the water was on the top, it was far too dark and dirty underneath. The vice grip that had pulled you down was now dragging you deeper, the breath you were saving long gone with the swallow, your eyes began to close.
‘Count the digits!’
A tiny raise of suspicion, you felt around for a limb, feeling up before coming to your wrist.
Forcing your eyes to open, the tears that pricked at your eyes were quickly swept away with the current.
Head feeling light, panic was soon replaced with adrenaline, and you raised your legs, knees to your chest, before kicking out hard. Your feet hit the thing holding you, and it let go quickly, allowing you a chance to escape.
Already out of breath, you swam up as fast as you could, finally breaking through the water’s surface. You sucked in a deep breath, coughing violently as you wiped the water and dirt out of your eyes, hurrying to the land.
Behind you, waves crashed, and the water of the lake that seemed crystal clear was now red and thickened. The air became heavy with the scent of iron, and soon the entire lake shifted up, sands and all, dragging you up with it.
“Now, now, it's not strange, is it? I think it’s quite the opposite. Normal even.”
You found yourself in the palm of a hand- or, in the webbing between fingers that curled in, as if to cradle you.
Finally getting a good look at the thing in question, it didn’t take long to put two and two together; the fish from the beginning, the thing that pulled you under...and now…
“I’m Y/n, what the fuck are you, and what’s your name? Also, you’re hot.”
And it was true. Big glossy blue eyes that seemed to be lashed by the purest white doves feathered around,the hair, just as white as the lashes, seemed to trail deep down, and looking down, you leaned over it’s thumb, holding it tight as you peered down. Purple scales glimmered all the way down.
Two fingers grabbed your collar, picking you up, bringing you to face an eye.
“You’re a funny little thing- I could just eat you up”-it opened its mouth, biting the air before laughing”- “I am Gojo. You’ve heard of me, yes? I’m a Siren...but I guess the more accurate description would be to say that I am this lake. And thank you, Y/n. You’re much too kind, considering I was about to drown you. Here, let me brush you off.”
As Gojo patted you down, your insides churned; it was much too fast, and to be frank, it was more like you were getting spanked. It didn’t help that dust clouds rolled off you.
“Y-you-ow-’re a -OW-guy?- STOP THAT HURTS!”
Gojo laughed, smiling as you coughed and waved your arms.
“A guy hmm...I suppose I am. You’re quite big for a fairy. And what the hell are you doing near a lake with no wings?”
“Fairy? I’m a human. There’s a whole ass village down the road through the forest.”
“Human? Oh...Ohh, yeah that makes a lot of sense.”
“Are mermaids- sorry, sirens- -lake dudes?”
“Lake dude, siren, doesn’t matter.”
“Right. Are y’all supposed to be this huge?”
Gojo gasped, a webbed hand on his chest and mouth hanging open before promptly putting you down, laying down himself as his lower half dissolved into water, the pit that was the lake somewhat there again.
“Big? You think I’m big? I’m just a small lake! You flatter me Y/n!”
Propping himself on his elbows, he rested his face in his palms, looking at you with a smile.
“Eh, it wasn’t for flattery- just curiosity.”
“Still...well, now I feel bad. I was gonna eat you.”
“Eat me?”
“Yeah.” Gojo scoffed before looking down, glaring at the ground. “There’s this human who calls himself Todo- a real-
“Pain in the ass? Insufferable? Obnoxious? Egotistic? A liar?”
“YES EXACTLY- you know him?” Gojo put his head down, and you watched in interest as some of him crumbled to sand before promptly climbing up onto his nose.Tapping it lightly, you let out a out a small “oomph” as he rose up, eyes on you.
“Yeah, I know him. He’s actually why I’m here now- kinda. The fucking jerk kept messing with me, talkin’ about how, ‘Oh, Y/n, did you see anything weird? A siren perhaps?’ and yeah, the fucking town laughed at me, but it’s okay, cause the well water he drank hadn’t been purified ye-”
Gojo interrupted you, waving his hands around in the water before bursting into laughter.
“The WELL? Not the one by this place I hope? Oh god, thank Yaga y’all purify that!”
Joining in the laughter nervously, you asked why, which sent the siren bawling into more laughter,forcing him to place you on his head so you wouldn’t fall off.
“Oh, oh my gosh- stop tugging my hair Y/n- that well water is connected to this lake- me! Y’all would have been drinking my piss and body had you not purified it! And I can’t have a pretty thing like you melting from the inside out and drowning in your own blood because of scales or something!”
“So...what I’m getting at here is...Todo is going to die if he hasn’t already? I mean, he spit it out, but he still drank a bit-”
A sudden burst of wind, you tugged Gojo’s hair again, holding on so tight your knuckles turned white.
Gojo hummed, deep in thought before exhaling slowly.
“Well- no pun intended-, I believe he’d turn into a fish. At least, that's what happened to the last guy who did that. Man, he was a crazy one. Called himself Get, going on and on about how everything he consumed he could turn into. Weird shit, Y/n.”
“Turned into a fish but could shapeshift?”
“Ah yeah- you guys know magic and stuff is real right? Anyways, my body, as you can see, is basically this entire lake- not like a lake god or something. Once I die, this place will have never existed. Back to what I was saying, I have a strict ‘no-no’ policy. A little spell just so I could get more dinner. And, I don’t think anyone would want to just be a lake their whole damn life.”
“Huh...that makes sense.”
“Yeah. “
“So…”
The two of you paused for a moment, and you couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly; to think that sirens were only bloodthirsty monsters- well, he did try to kill you, and it was true that they were beautiful, but the fact that you were literally sitting on the head of one now- one who claimed to be small- it was entirely laughable.
Clearing your throat, you crawled over, leaning down to come facing his eyes once again, poking his forehead.
“Say...Gojo, you wouldn’t mind eating Todo if he turned into a fish right?”
“Hmmm...not really. Why?”
“Just asking. I’ll drop by here tomorrow, yeah? It’s getting late, and I gotta make sure no one took my dumplings.”
And with that, you said your goodbyes, promising to meet again, you with your vial of well water and siren scales, and Gojo with a gold coin.
“Payment, my dear. Nothing is free in this life, you know. Hopefully now you’ll have some better village tales to tell now.”
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