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chongoblog · 1 month

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A Moment: A Short Story

Simon had always heard about just how beautiful Zion Canyon was, especially from the end of the Angel’s Landing trail which lead to a breathtaking view over the canyon. Now that he was there, he knew in his heart that his 50 day hike was worth it. At least, he assumed that’s about how long it would have taken if time had moved a single second. The hardest part about stopping time for this long is that it was so easy to lose track of just how long it had been for him since time had moved. No clocks or watches to keep track. No day or night. It was just him wandering across the world within that one single moment.

But what a moment it was. He paused to drink in the view from the top of the trail, even if he had all the time in the world to do so. The sun was setting, bathing the wall of the canyon in a warm glow. The trees that peppered the canyon walls reached up to the orange sky, adding touches of life to the hard rock that made the gorgeous structure. In the bed of the canyon, life exploded with greater abundance, with thousands of trees and even a small town settled along the river.

While the view provided Simon a sense of peace, he felt something underneath his foot. His instincts led him to move his foot to see what had disturbed his tranquility, finding a pebble. He tried to kick it off of the steep cliff face to watch it fall, only to see the pebble remain completely unmoved. Frozen in time, just like everything else.

What good is stopping time if you can’t change anything?

The question lingered over his thoughts like a vengeful specter. This so-called “superpower” of his was a joke. When he had heard of people stopping time in movies and comics, it usually had more utility than this. The superheroes could use the time-stopping to move from one place to another instantaneously, or to perform long and arduous tasks in the blink of an eye, or even to play some kind of prank. Simon couldn’t do any of that. Everything was completely frozen in place, and time could not continue until Simon returned to where he had begun.

At least he had chosen a good moment to pause time, with the gorgeous sunset rewarding his efforts. His mother had always told him how amazing the view was from atop Angel’s Landing, since she once hiked this trail when she was his age.

He sat down atop the rock to take it all in. He had all the time in the world, after all.

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Simon had been on plenty of nature hikes with his family when he was a child. While his father had passed away a few years ago, his mother continued to take him hiking in his stead. On almost every hike, she would say “Well the hike up is the tough part! Once you’ve seen the sights at the end, the hike back doesn’t even feel like a hike!” And while that was true for most hikes, walking all the way home from Utah to Boston still felt like a hike.

Just like the nature hikes, this trail known as “I-80” was full of wondrous sights, like the incredibly flat prairies that seemed to go on forever with nothing in sight except more highway and some power lines. However, in case he somehow got bored of stewing in his own thoughts, there were always gas stations. They weren’t exactly Niagara Falls in terms of majesty, but they were a break in the monotony, especially if he was lucky enough to catch them with the door open.

Somewhere in Iowa, he came across a cheap looking fuel stop with its door open, and decided to go check it out. After all, he had time.

The dim fluorescent lighting illuminated the small, cramped building. The fragrance of cheap corn dogs hit Simon’s nose like an unconvincing temptress, making him glad he didn’t have to eat to stay alive in frozen time. His eyes looked around to see what everyone was doing at this moment in time. The cashier was giving a customer change for a twenty, with Simon noticing that the cashier was accidentally giving the customer one too many dollar bills. The customer was paying for two bags of Funyuns, a bottle of grape soda, and a bottle of orange soda, all placed on the desk. Behind him was a young boy, who Simon couldn’t help but focus on. He was holding an ice cream cone, but the ice cream scoop was falling towards the floor.

Simon looked at the expression this kid wore on his face. It was a face of shock, surprise, pain, even grief that stared at the ice cream scoop as it fell victim to gravity. Obviously, this wasn’t going to ruin this kid’s life, but the look on the kid’s face at this precise moment told a different story. At this moment, the child felt more sorrow than could be put to words.

When Simon was walking to Zion Canyon, he had stopped here as well. He hated this child. Yes, it was a child, but someone feeling this much pain over something as trivial as ice cream sent him into a fit of rage.

Simon stared at the agony written on his face for a few minutes (or at least, a few minutes for him), and finally spoke for the first time that felt like months. “That sucks, what happened to your ice cream. I wish that I could use my power to stop this from happening to you. But I can’t.”

He crouched down, meeting the child at eye-level. “But it’s going to be okay. At this moment, you probably feel awful. But…time heals all wounds. Once I start time back up, your dad will probably offer to get you another one. Or at least, I hope he does. Until then, there’s nothing wrong with feelin’ bad over it. You just…can’t stay like that forever.”

After another few seconds, Simon sighed. “I gotta get back home. The sooner you get a new ice cream cone, the better.” He stood up, and left the store, continuing his long, long, long hike.

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Simon was finally home. The world around him had been frozen for what felt like months, and yet Simon still felt the knot in his stomach swell as he approached Tonio’s Pizzeria. It was always his favorite restaurant, since they always melted the cheese in their cheesy crusts just right. He and his mom had just finished their meal celebrating his acceptance letter into UMass Boston. The delightfully tacky exterior flooded its multi-colored neon lights all across the few available parking spaces in front of the building. Unfortunately, Simon and his mother couldn’t find any available parking in the front. After fighting the knot in his stomach, he walked behind the pizzeria to where they had ended up parking their car.

Unlike the front of the pizzeria, the parking lot out back was shrouded in darkness of nighttime. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, but next to one of the cars was a familiar sight that still managed to freeze Simon in place.

There stood two people. A masked man with a gun, holding it towards his mother. In the air between the two of them was a single bullet, directed straight for his mother’s head.

Before he had embarked on his expedition out west, Simon had spent a long time in this parking lot. He lost count of how many times he had tried to do something. He had tried moving the bullet. He had tried moving his mother. He had tried picking up something to throw at the bullet. He had tried punching and kicking the masked man. He had even tried moving himself between the bullet and his mother and resuming time. But nothing had worked. Everything had been set in stone, with Simon meant to stand right next to his mother.

Simon took a few deep breaths, knowing what he had to do. If he didn’t, that kid would be crying over his ice cream forever, now wouldn’t he? Every step felt heavy as he made his way into the correct position. He could hardly bear to look at his mother’s face one last time. It was a face that he could never forget. One stricken with shock and fear, but with an unmistakable look of acceptance.

“You were right, mom. Zion Canyon was…incredible.”

And so, Simon resumed time once more.

#writing #short story #i hope you guys enjoy it #its an idea thats been in my head for a minute

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vagabond-umlaut · 3 months

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sweet & sour is a horrible flavour

Chapter 2 of functio laesa Gojo x Fem!Reader; Geto & Reader [platonic]; Canon Divergent AU; Isekai. Fluff & Angst & Drama & Humor; Reincarnation; Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies; Incredibly Self-Indulgent; Eventual Happy Ending; Eventual Friendships & Romance.

Writing the Reader & Geto interact with each other is actually fun...

Chapter warnings: Reader is unable to pay her hospital bills. There's a small mention or two of cops. Sad Reader [briefly]. Cult leader Geto. [This chapter's not as serious or gloomy as the warnings make it seem; still, it never hurts to be careful while listing them.]

Scratch whatever you thought three days ago.

Yeah, yeah, you're sure. Totally scratch that.

Yeah. So. You see, the thing is: dying is actually fun.

What is not fun is dying, then waking up, next falling into a boiling hot bowl of soup. Especially one garnished with legal shit out of everything. Double especially, one which may or may not involve the hospital folks wanting to call the cops on you.

Gulping down the last dredges of your cold coffee [no, not the cold coffee™️; it's the coffee which's turned cold], you shoot a quick smile to the woman at the billing counter. Only to earn an insultingly suspicious look in return, one which darts from you to the landline on her desk far too many times for your liking.

Defeated, you drop the act and sigh. Then erupt into a gush of tears.

"Please, Ma'am," you beg, voice trembling and warbling, "I'm not any criminal on the run, I swear. I had an accident in the forest following which I lost consciousness. I woke up after how many hours, I don't know, but only when I was lying on the hospital bed. With several bandages wrapped around my limbs and a stitch on my forehead, that too."

You pause, wanting to gauge your listener's reaction. Still suspicious, maybe more than before... Fine. Never mind. Carry on.

"I know I look very fishy right now but–"

"You can just pay your hospital bills and leave," The woman cuts you off, none too gently. You should take offense for that but you decide not to. You need to be in her good books to get out of this safely. And swiftly. And–

"How much was the total amount again?" you ask.

"Ten thousand yen."

You check your pockets [the eighth time in the last thirty minutes] and sniffle, "But I don't even have one yen with me."

"You can always call your family or friends and arrange some help," A kind elderly lady interjects from beside. You shake your head in the most crestfallen fashion you can manage. Not that it's too hard or anything. The very mention of your loved ones is more than enough to send you down a new cliff of depression. "I've no one left in the world, Ma'am. I'm all alone."

"What about your insurance?" Another person joins in. Yet another kind stranger. "Surely, it'll be enough to cover your bills?"

"Yeah..." You start, but the woman doesn't let you finish, butting in, "Of course, the insurance will be enough but the thing is she doesn't have an insurance. And before you suggest her applying for one, she cannot: her name is mysteriously not there even in a single government rec–"

"I shall pay twenty thousand yen. Let her off the hook, please?" A friendly voice cuts her off in one short smooth stroke.

You screw your eyes shut.

Wondering, if now is too late a time to beg the lady to call the cops on you instead.

At the very least, you won't meet your end, being called a monkey in the jail.

****

"Is that all you would like to eat?"

A simple question, really.

But you know the man asking it is not so simple. Very possibly, nor his intentions behind asking you either. For all you know [which is A LOT], he could be fattening you up like a pig before getting rid of you in a sacrifice or some shit. He does run a murderous cult, after all... You borrow a beat to chew the cupcake then return a curt nod.

"Are you sure?" Geto continues to press, however, sounding as worried as he looks. The sweet taste on your tongue turns bitter all of a sudden. "You need not worry about the money, if that's what—"

In retrospect, you know you'll regret your next course of action. If anything ever goes wrong, you know this will be when and where everything goes wrong first. Yet, you don't let anything stop you from placing your cupcake back on the plate and interrupting his sentence with a scoff. Eyes burning and chest aching from the uncanny resemblance between the care you used to receive from your friends, back in your world, and the care you're being shown now, by Geto Suguru of all people.

You manage to twist your face into a weak smile. "You wanted to ask questions from me, right?"

The man across from you stares at you for a bit. Then nods, quickly slipping into his usual mask of cordiality. It makes you want to scoff again, but you hold yourself back this time. You might lose control of your emotions from time to time, but you're better than digging your own grave... Yeah, you're better than that. You have to be if you don't wanna die a second time.

Geto leans back into his chair, wearing a warm expression. Have you already mentioned how good an actor he can be? He hums, "That I do, but I would much rather if I don't ask you those here. My home is a couple of hours away. Mind accompanying me there?"

"No, I don't think I will mind," You answer immediately but slowly. Almost as if you're muliing your words over while speaking them out. You aren't, though. You know what to say, what to ask, what to expect. A quiet feel of knowing sneaks into your careful query. "But I don't think you'll let me go soon, will you?"

"No," He agrees easily after watching you for a while [sort of taken aback, you can tell], "You're a peculiar specimen. It's rare to come across ones like you."

Specimen? SPECIMEN???

You draw in a deep breath to calm yourself before shoving out a tense chuckle. He is finally showing his true colours, huh?

"Very funny choice of words, Geto-san," You comment, thoughts in a bloody war with your words, "But the teeny-tiny problem here is: I Am Not A Specimen. And..." Pausing to take a sip of your chai, you resume, "Since I'll be giving answers to your questions, I shall be expecting something in return. Okay, yea?"

An amused look. Curious too, boredly so.

You beg your self-esteem to remain unhurt for a minute more. Just. A. Minute. More.

Geto inquires, "What do you want in return?"

"I want you to let me live," You shoot without a moment wasted, adopting a steely tone to hide your apprehension while you say the words you've been rehearsing in your mind for a while now, "But it's not just in the literal sense of the word 'live'. I want to live how any human being likes to live. With my well-being and dignity intact. If you want me to return the help you showed me earlier, I can cook or clean your house or tutor your kids— but I won't let you hold that over my head to keep me as a prisoner or a slave." Leaning forwards towards the centre of the table, you pin the man under a grave stare. "Do you agree or do you not?"

A beat passes. Then another. And another. Geto cracks a smile at you, but you can see it's not a smile. It's a sliver of a warning. He hums, "You do know you're in a more disadvantageous place than me, right?"

"In terms of cursed energy and all that stuff, I am," You agree easily, then add, smiling the exact same smile you're being shown, "But in terms of knowledge, I doubt you're anywhere near me. The things I know can change everything. Agree to my demands and I promise to answer whatever question you ask truthfully, be it regarding the past, the present or the future. What do you think? Fair deal, right?"

Of course, it is!!! An indignant voice screams in the back of your head. It is right. You know. Still, you decide to keep quiet, deciding to finish the rest of your breakfast while your listener mulls over the terms you laid down— or maybe, thinks of ways to murder you without creating a fuss in this crowded café. You don't think you can be very sure right now...

You didn't go too far, did you?

A cough draws your attention away from the empty plates before. Absently, you think the cupcakes and the scrambled eggs weren't too bad for a last meal. Geto regards you, as curiously as ever but now with a new tinge of disquiet. The sight fills you with a dark form of glee— a twisted sense of victory.

He lets go of a disturbingly long sigh.

"I agree to your demands," The man says, wearing the stiffest smile you've ever seen him wear, be it in this world or in yours, "But only if you promise to never tell me anything of the future— don't ask why, I am simply not fond of spoilers," He adds firmly when you open your mouth; you snap it shut. His tone doesn't scare you, however. Nor does the edge in his voice when he asks, repeating your words from earlier, "Do you agree or do you not?"

"I won't give you spoilers, alright, okay," You hum after a few moments. Decidedly satisfied after cutting open every word spoken to you and extracting its deepest meanings and implications, until there's nothing left for you to see— well, almost nothing. You hesitate a little before giving in to voice out the confusion nagging and poking you.

"But aren't you interested in what I know, Geto-san? Isn't me knowing too much why you called me 'a peculiar specimen'?"

Your question earns no response for a while... Until he leans back into his seat and with an odd glint in his gaze, asks, "You think you coming here was simply an accident and nothing more, don't you?"

"Yeah..." You answer honestly, despite the sudden feeling of uncertainty creeping into your senses and crawling down your spine. Tainting and troubling the brief lull of comfort and security you've built for yourself.

You watch Geto regard you for a few more seconds before he offers a faint grin— one that spells nothing nice. Nothing good. His voice drops to a hushed whisper.

"Then I don't think you know as much as you believe you do, Miss."

Reader: *flexing her isekai-granted muscles like there's no tomorrow*

Geto, meanwhile: *having a traumatic flashback to that time in HS, Gojo spoilt a movie the poor boy was waiting eagerly for, for nearly a year*

Divider by @benkeibear. Header from Pinterest. I don't own the characters used here.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #kit posts 📝

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ziteyra · 10 months

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A fish out of water

A two part Oneshot

Part 1

Aounung X female! Metkayina

🌪️themes: veeeery slowburn, fluff, love, foreign environments, dates, fighting

🌪️ Warnings : none :)

🌪️ Characters: Aounung, little bit of Loak, female Metkayina Tribe Navi

🌪️ Summary: Anoung takes Loak up on a rekless bet on how long he would survive in the jungle. This is where he meets a mysterious forest Navi and slowly (or not) falls for her

🌪️ Wordcount (🥹) : ~ 4k

🐟 Notes: I am so sorry. I went incredibly overboard with this. Like jesususuususus. Don't know if even Eywa can forgive me for this half-finished monstrosity. Anyway, enjoy. Take your time. Have a nice week. Love ya

It all started with a stupid bet. Aou'nung felt remorse even thinking about it.

While beating Loak in of their thousand diving contests he went a bit too far with their banter.

As he usually did he called Loak all kinds of names. Both slow as a stone and as good of a fiber as his I ran. But Instead of playingly fighting the accusations as he always did he proposed something.

"Sure, I might not be fast in the water yet or the best at riding my Ilu but I bet you wouldn't even make it to the forest brother."

Aonung as stubborn as he was took him up on the offer. He fell right into the obvious trap. Telling their parents they wanted to have a tour of the coral reefs both Loak and Aou'nung snuck out without much hustle.

Thinking back at it Aou'nung had to congratulate himself both for his stupidity and bravery.

Loak landed the two of them on the outskirts of the forest just by the edge of the great cliffs that border the Metkayina territories.

"Well then, go on Aou'nung. I'll meet you back right here in three days. And if you swim back or leave in any way I'll tell everyone what a wuss U were." Loak grinned as he took off high above him on his Ikran. Aou'nung never really liked that animal, but now with him standing so close to the edge of the cliff and the forest right in front of him, he had to admit how useful one of them could be.

The first few hours were strange but easy for him. He felt the unknown terrain between his feet and saw many strange but beautiful animals he had only heard his father talk about.

As soon as the night set tho, both his mood and the forest changed completely. He couldn't just walk in a straight line through the forest anymore as he did the hours before neither could he trace back his steps. As beautiful as the big leaves and trees were in the day, they now just blocked every passage and every small ray of light trying to find its way to the ground. Even the calls of the once beautiful birds just echoed from tree to tree as Aoung had never heard it before.

He wasn't ready to admit defeat yet but he also knew that there wasn't much of a different choice for him but to keep going.

Right when the sun was completely gone from the sky and some tiny specs of moonlight could be seen he found a more or less safe and comfortable place to rest.

He had only taken a small woven blanket with him which he laid on the ground and moss beneath him.

Sitting down he realized how unwelcoming the forest truly felt to him. Even the shades of blue both of the sky he had seen during the day and of the flowers and trees seemed to be different from his skin. It seemed way more fitting to the patterns and tones on Kiri's and Loak's bodies now that he could take a closer look.

Although his blue skin seemed unnatural to him, there was still a soft glow coming from the familiar patterns on his body. In a way, he had rarely seen it. While the water usually reflected these lights and made them glow much brighter, here in the forest it seemed much more like small far away stars.

As much as he was fascinated by that it also startled him that there was a comparable glow coming from around him.

As he rubbed his eyes, trying to get them used to the odd lighting, he noticed that all the plants around him and even the tree bark emitted a glow much the same to his skin. Like the plants and corrals of the ocean, there was a glittering coming from almost every corner of the forest. A bit colder, he thought, than under the sea but maybe also not that different.

"Eywa lives and breathes in everything. Both nature and Navi, even if they are as strange as you" Aou'nung heard a voice coming from right above him. He tried his best not to jump to his feet immediately to not show any fear, but instead just turned his head in every possible direction.

"What are you, pale boy ?" the voice asked again, this time with a more fierce tone.

"Why would you care ?" Aou'nung replied. "And if you need to know, I'm the son of OLO'EYKTAN. I'm one of the most feared warriors of our clan and I am here to prove that a forest like yours is no match for me. They are nothing more than our island jungles."

"I see." The voice softened as without a sound a tall and majestic body Fell from the trees above him.

Before Aou'nung a tall Navi spanned her ornated bow a focused on him sharply with both of her yellow eyes. She was much taller than him and had skin as dark as the night sky with a pattern of glowing dots that seemed to hypnotize him the longer he looked at them.

Still, without fear in his voice, he answered: "I'd be grateful if you could help me navigate this forest of yours just for the next two days. I'm here more or less on a bet. With a friend of mine who looks just like you, he was a born Omatecicaya just like you, I suppose."

Her face remained unchanged but her head and long braids tilted a bit to the right. "Of whom do you speak? You surely are no son of our olo'eyktan. And you do not fit in here. You stink of fish."

Again Aou'nung shivered a bit under the harshness of her words, he could feel her judging gaze all over him.

" I come from the Metkayina. We belong to the sea like you to your strange forest. Now would you *please* take down your bow."

She didn't seem to move not even blink as Aou'nung slowly raised his hands and tried to carefully aim the bow away from him. "I am not your enemy, do you hear me?"

"You truly are no threat, fish men." His opponent answered. As quickly as she pulled to bow it disappeared behind her back. "But we can't leave you unsupervised."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aou'nung asked kind of relieved that the bow was gone but still concerned with her ominous answers.

"You will do whatever you need to do and I will keep an eye out for you. Now go!" The Navi snarred and as silent as a bird she disappeared into the tree branches above him.

"I don't even know your name," Aou'nung called out into the leaves above his head, now feeling kind of harmless being dismissed that easily. He at least wanted to make a lasting impression on that woman. And if she was anything like Loak that shouldn't be hard.

"Hey, did you hear me? What's your name? I'm Aou'nung, you know. The fastest diver of my village." He yelled into the night sky. But no one seemed to answer, only rustling leaves

and a little orange-eyed monkey screamed at his question.

Aou'nung squinted his eyes and looked closer at the animal. There seemed to be two or three just sitting in a smaller tree next to him.

An excellent choice to prove himself he thought, and even to gather something to eat.

Quickly brushing away all the smaller and bigger leaves in his path he made his way just under the tree. Securing his dagger on his bag he tried to grab a strong-looking liana and started to mount the tree, pulling himself upward.

It took him longer than expected and the moment he got close to the first real branch he realized that he was almost out of breath. He had no idea how to find a hold on the strong tree bark and even less how to coordinate his feet around the slimly Liana.

As he sat down on the shaky tree branch he couldn't see even a hint of the monkeys. Only the rustling leaves but this time coming from quite a distance beneath him.

A bit concerned with the height and not trusting the branch under him he pulled the remaining Liana up and wound it around his hips. Securing him like they used to secure small children, back in his village, to their parents when they go out onto the greater ocean for their first real swim.

While finishing his last knot, he felt something small pulling on his locks.

"I knew you'd come back eventually. And even if it was only to congratulate me on my climbing skills." he cheekily smiled. However, as an answer, he only got to hear a deafening scream of many small voices. Harshly turning around he found out where those screams were coming from.

He hadn't found the monkeys but much rather had the monkeys found him. More than 20 of them were gathered behind him hanging from branches and grinning their long sharp teeth at him. One of them had mustered up enough strength to sneak up behind him and was now holding multiple curls of his hair.

He only had enough time to pull back his hair as the monkeys unitedly started to jump towards him bringing the all tree branches to a concerning shake.

Even his half-hearted attempt at escape was quickly stopped by his own professionally bound knots which stopped him from even standing up and the monkeys started to gather around and on top of him only preventing him from completely falling off the tree.

It took more than an hour and in Aou'nungs mind more than days when the monkeys finally lost interest in him. He was lucky that he only had a few bite marks on his arms and upper body. The played with his hair tail and even his dagger with him unable to stop the rampaging hoard.

As he hung from his branch and the first small rays of sunlight reached his eyes a familiar face appeared before him.

"I am impressed Aou'nung, son of the olo'eyktan. I have never seen a fish be defeated by Syaksyuk so easily. They normally don't even hunt." She landed smoothly on his branch not even making it swing. Still, this time she got closer to him and inspected his bruises and spots. Aou'nung realized she smelled like the forest around him with a sweet aroma of earth and flowers all mixed like the green nature around him. She reminded him nothing of Kiri or Loak and if at all much more like their mother. As she carefully caressed his wounds he finally found his voice again.

"Couldn't have left me hanging a bit longer could you ?"

She smiled and Aou'nung thought to himself that maybe just for that, hanging around on an old tree branch for hours was worth it.

"You did not attack them, that was very good of you. Eywa says do not attack what you do not need or what doesn't hunt you. One day we all go back to her." she still smiled and her voice sounded like a song Aou'nung hadn't heard since his childhood.

"Again, I still don't know your name. How can I even thank you for your rescue if I don't know it."

"You do not need to, I did not rescue you, Aou'nung," she whispered, continuing to smile.

While Aou'nung tried to process those words she again disappeared into the woods but this time looking back at him with a grin on her face.

Aou'nung knew he shouldn't have been surprised but still, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. Now, a little less hopeless and still with her faint smell in his memory he started to loosen the knot binding him to the tree. He almost forgot about his bet with Loak, now focused on a new mission. To find his secret follower again and at least find out her name.

Still shaking in his legs he managed to balance himself on the branch and look around to fully take in his surroundings. Sadly, he couldn't quite remember which direction she climbed off to but he was sure it couldn't have been far.

Though his eyes weren't even yet comfortable with the night he could already feel the sun rising again under the thick roof of leaves the forest made up above him.

Not risking to climb any higher he decided to make his way downwards again in the hopes of many being able to find some kind of footprint to follow. Although he didn't expect much he still felt disappointed reached the ground. His feet and hand bruised by the climbing, he lay close to the ground like he once saw Loak do it when. Back then he remembered, Loak tried to teach him and his sister about their technics of hunting and gathering by reading the footprints and clues the animals of the forest left behind. And even though he could make out some kind of marks on the ground he could neither identify which animal they belonged to nor which way they were heading.

Laying on the ground, his tail twitching restlessly, he felt like an idiot. A fish out of water he thought. How Loak would laugh at him for being even worse at this than he was at diving. Even while Loak wasn't that bad at it as Aou'nung had to admit to himself.

Words of his father came to his mind back when he thought about talked the always present Way of the water.

Like a river, Aou'nung, finding his way through a mountain, must be ever-changing. Never resting until we can be one with Eywa. All our senses must help us to be like the water.

Aou'nungs stomach clenched together as thought about his father. He had never been this far away from home and the only thing keeping his mind straight was the memory of a Omatecicaya he might never see again.

"All our senses," Aou'nung spoke to himself and closed his eyes. He knew he would never be able to find anything familiar on those strange forest grounds but there was one thing he could recognise again. Both her smell and her step were something he would surely never forget again.

And he knew that she had to be somewhere around him. Watching and waiting for him to perhaps embarrass himself again. He smiled thinking of her many even being truly impressed by his skill and immediately concentrated himself.

Underwater, the smell was not as important but one thing he learned was to recognize even the small ripples and waves animals and Navi made while navigating through it.

Just like that, he spend the next hours rigorously hunting an illusive smell and the image of a Navi that just wouldn't leave his mind. Only did he stop when reaching a great clearing between all the trees and bushes. He didn't know how long he had been walking but he saw the sun standing bright above his head. When he looked around he felt a sense of accomplishment as his search brought him to an arrow garnished with the same ornaments he had seen on her bow a while back.

Pulling out the arrow from the thick tree he saw something behind it that he never expected to see at such an unfamiliar place. A great and running river broad and lively almost like the ones he knew from home.

Walking along the river he recognized a familiar voice, but not in the lovely tones he remembered, much rather screaming and cursing in ways he had rarely heard before. Gripping the arrow tight Aou'nung immediately started sprinting towards the noise.

Arriving at another clearing where his Navi, he had searched for so long was fighting intensity with a big menacingly looking fish.

Not a second went by and Aou'nung immediately jumped here to help. He knew that fish although he had rarely seen it out in the open ocean. It has scales as thick as a stone and if you didn't know where to hurt it you were better of leaving it in peace. But Aou'nung knew exactly where his weakness was, using the arrow he still held in his hands, he rammed it right under the giant fin of the fish hitting it right in the heart. Just in a few seconds The big twitching body Lost all its strength and fell onto the two jamming them together.

"Little fish! What are you doing here, is supposed to be the one guarding you." She gasped out in surprise but quite possibly also because of the fish pressing heavily on her chest.

"Well you kind of neglected your supervision duty and at last, didn't even tell me your name. I had to come and find you."

And there it was again that beautiful smile Aou'nung had hoped to see. "Well then, you did. Aou'nung defeater of the great Syaksyuk's would you know to help me get rid of this big fish?"

Now it was Aou'nung's time to smile as he pushed away the fish from both of the back into the water. "I know these fish," he says, still gasping for air a bit. " But I never expected them to be here, they belong on the islands of my home not in these sweet rivers."

"It's the RDA, they are disturbing Eywas's peace. Fish are where they're not supposed to be and people are fleeing their homes." now stopping to smile and looking at Aou'nung.

"I never thought of that." He replied, now feeling almost nervous, seeing her again all tall and mighty standing before him.

"You said, you are here because of a bet? Well then it is a dangerous bet, these days it is not safe in the forest for fish like you. Please, go home you see what can happen" Even the last bit of Aou'nungs confidence faded as he heard that but he wasn't about to leave. Not until he proved himself, that was his goal.

"Well then, you think a little fish like me can't prove himself worthy of knowing the name of a Syaksyuk like you? Then let me show you." even before she could react to being called a Syaksyuk Aou'nung pulled her close to him and threw himself into the running river. He knew he did more than just surprise her when he saw the astonished look on her face.

Again he couldn't help but smile.

The waters they were in now, although of an unfamiliar river, felt like a piece of the home had found him between all these strange plants and animals. Aou'nung was with that, more than ready to show her a part of his world.

"Aou'nung what are you trying to do ?? Do you want to drown me ?" She screamed at him as they both resurfaced, her gasping for air.

"Well, you never wanted to tell me your name. So, since a little fish out of water isn't probably worthy of hearing it, I wanted to show you what a fish in water can do. Even if it's not the ocean."

To his surprise, he heard her laugh out loud for the first time. "No my little fish. That is now what I meant. But go on." she grinned "Show me what makes you so special, son of the great olo'eyktan."

With the hand of her sentence, she quickly put her hand on his head and pushed him beneath the water's surface.

Satisfied with her approval, Aou'nung wasn't going to come up again that quickly.

He dove around her once or twice as he watched her head over the water follow him.

A bit along the river bed he spotted something. While there weren't any Ilus or coral reefs for him to show of to her he had discovered a little swarm of glowing fish in the distance.

Completely in his element again he gestured her to follow him but waited unsuccessfully for a response.

He reemerged from the water just to have a clear look at her happy but slightly confused face. "You are very quick underwater, that I must admit. But what was it that you wanted to show me Aou'nung? I couldn't hear a thing."

" This is the language of the Metkayina." he moaned. More annoyed by himself than her. How could he have forgotten the countless days he spent teaching Loak and Kiri just the simplest of things? But he knew it wasn't in vain. And it did also make quite an impression.

"I can teach you a few phrases if you like. But first follow me, as quietly as possible. Or just hang onto me if that's easier. " he exclaimed all proudly feeling a bit like his father once teaching him.

"Sure you can little fish, but I want to grab onto your tail no matter how nice you ask" she boldly countered his daydreams and brought him back to the river.

Sighing he dove back under the water with her right at his tail and although she was by far not as good or quiet of a swimmer as him, they did manage to reach the small swarm.

Aou'nung smiled at her astonished face underwater and signed just the word for fish to her.

Slowly and again and again he repeated it until she picked on and started to do it herself.

Looking incredibly proud of herself, Aou'nung pulled her back above the water worried she might forget to breathe as focused as she seemed.

"Look little fish !!! I can understand you." This time not talking to him but the swarm right in front of them. " You couldn't have been a better teacher Aou'nung. But what are those called? I've rarely seen them before."

"They are similar to your Sloapek," Aou'nung responded knowing that he at least managed to show off a bit. " Or pincer fish as the sky people call them. Small and harmless to us, but for little prey it can be quite deadly." Saying that he pinched his fingers together like two big claws and started wandering towards her.

"Although they look quite pretty, especially at night, just one bite and they got their prey caught forever." He says as he now furiously started to tickle her, water splashing all around them and both of them laughing.

Her laugh sounded beautiful to Aou'nung, like the sounds of those many colorful birds he saw on his first morning in the forest.

He couldn't remember if he ever heard anything more calming to him.

Hours passed for what felt like minutes to Aou'nung as they playfully swam and splashed through the river. Only when the sun started to set did they both realize how much time had passed.

"Well, I suppose you did you did keep your promise and continued watching over me. You even continued to hide your name from me."

" That is true little Aou'nung. But I realized I want more than that. Maybe I should have shown you our world from the beginning. Come on, now you can follow me.”

he didn't need to hear that twice. Without a word more spoken the two of them left the water.

Her wet hair gracefully wound along her shoulders and swung in the tact of her steps.

Over and over he was fascinated by this mysterious creature, like fire and rain her mood changed and he was willing to change with it just to be hers.

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julemmaes · 2 years

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Cook For Me

Nessian week 2022, day two: food

A/N: two in a day??? I know, I'm going fucking insane. But it's okay.

This is for @letstakethedawn, my sweet and fucking beautiful wifey. I promised fluff and fluff I delivered with a heavy sprinkle of angst, but you can't fully blame that on me. The prompt was already fucked up.

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Nesta knew the time had come where she needed to detach herself from Cassian, actually get dressed and drive him to the airport. The problem was, she really didn’t fucking want to.

They had spent the last five days locked up in their place, only leaving late in the afternoons to go join their friends and family at the bar or at Azriel’s townhouse and come back here before midnight.

Feyre had scolded them when they’d jokingly said they planned on staying home, fucking all day, for the last remaining week Cassian had in Prythian. The very detailed description of what Nesta’s youngest sister would have done to them if they didn’t show up at least for a few hours every night had them both rolling out of bed, showering and at Rita’s twice in a row. The other four nights Cassian had promised Nesta really nasty things to convince her to go to Azriel’s and share him with the others.

They’d had a pretty emotional night the day before, when instead of riding his bike back home, Cassian had had to leave it in his brother’s garage, for him to use while he was away for a year. Nesta thought she’d never really cared for that piece of metal, but she’d found herself shedding a few tears walking all the way home. She had tried to convince everyone—herself included—that it hadn’t only been because of the bike, but her boyfriend had done a pretty good job at reminding her how Bartholomew was a huge chunk of their story.

And for the most part, that was true.

It had been there for their first meeting, just outside Nesta’s workplace were Cassian had to deliver a pizza on her very first day there. For their first date, in which Nesta had been so excited about riding it that Cassian had proposed on the spot, making her laugh and letting him know that he’d have to sweat it. All the weekends gateways they’d been on to escape their families and life when it got too hard, they’d always taken his bike, never a car. Not a single time. And Cassian argued about how they should have in the now-far October, during their fifth anniversary, when the skies had opened on them like they had done something personal to the gods. They’d gotten in a pretty bad accident, risking falling off a cliff because of a mindless driver on the other lane.

After that event, Nesta hadn’t been that adamant in riding his bike that much, but she’d never blamed his MewMew.

Lying in his bed now, her brain still mush after the four orgasms her very caring and relentless boyfriend had given her, she was trying to ignore the ache in her chest.

Her head was resting against his pec and she could hear his heart beating while he gently brushed her hair from her face with his arm circling her shoulders. One of her legs was perched on his hips and with his other hand, he was tracing lines back and forth on her thigh, sending shivers down her spine.

She was going to miss having this.

At first she’d proposed seeing each other less and less while he still was here, to make the departure less painful. Maybe getting used to not seeing him every day, just twice or once a week, would have eased them in the long distance thing more easily, but Cassian had made the most horrified face she’d ever seen him make and had called her a thousand ways of insane.

Nesta was not regretting having spent the last ten days holed up in his room, not one bit, but she did regret having had a taste of what domestic life felt like with Cassian. She regretted giving herself completely to the man who was currently about to leave for the other side of the world for twelve whole months.

“I can hear the little mouse in your brain run on his wheel like he’s on some kind of acids.”

Cassian’s voice came out gravelly, sounding a lot like the voice of someone who’d spent the last hours whispering in her ear all such of filthy things.

Nesta groaned and turned her head to his chest, pressing her face into his skin, hoping she could become a part of him and he’d be forced to take her with him. She tried to talk and the sound came out muffled.

His laugh shook her body, “Didn’t hear a single thing, sorry.”

It took immense energy to lift her head, the muscle in her neck straining to look up, but the sight of him smiling sheepishly down at her was everything she needed and more. She couldn’t keep the smile from breaking on her lips and then she huffed, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes.

“I just said,” her voice was so raspy she had to cough to free her airways. Cassian smirked, as if knowing the reason for her sore throat was him. “I just said, I don’t want you to leave.”

His smile fell a bit, turning into a sad grimace and he moved his hand up to the swell of her ass, lifting her up on his torso so that she was pressed even more onto him. His eyes darted down to her tits for a moment, but they went back to her face right away as he said, “I know, baby. I fucking hate this too.”

They stared at each other for a moment and then Cassian slapped her ass, hard, making her yelp in surprise. “Get up, babe. Gotta give you something.”

Nesta whined as he moved her off of him.

He was already out of bed when his words sunk in. She tensed starring at the ceiling.

“Cassian.”

He hummed.

“Cassian,” she repeated, trying to keep her calm. She got up on her elbows, watching as he frantically opened and closed all the drawers. This douche. “Cass, fucking christ. We’d said no goodbye gifts.”

He didn’t even glance her way as he rummaged through the only box that he hadn’t already mailed to Lunathion. “Well, sweetie, you should have known better. Ah!” He raised a hand to sky and the tiny package shone under the low light. It was sparkly and Nesta’s attention was piqued, but she was still annoyed that he’d gotten her something when they’d decided against it together.

He was smiling like a toddler on Christmas day and he trotted back to the bed, handing the small packet to her. Nesta took it reluctantly and was eyeing him weirdly. He had been the one to propose the no-gifts rule and it made her wonder what was so important that he went all the way and broke a promise of his own. It wasn’t like Cassian to back no something like this.

He smiled encouragingly, nodding to the present. “C’mon, open it!”

Nesta shook the thing, hoping to get a hint at what was inside, but Cassian smirked.

“You’re not gonna find out unless you open the damn thing, so just go with it.” He sat down next to her, placing a hand on her leg and stroking her tigh lovingly. “It took me so fucking much.”

Nesta’s eyes went wide, “You made this?”

“Why are you so surprised?” He laughed, “You haven’t even seen what it is yet, might literally be a shit cake with some mud and leaves on it.”

She shook her head, “You’re disgusting.”

Cassian shrugged, “I’m trying to make you hate me, so maybe you won’t miss me as much.”

Nesta looked at him with a frown.

“That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said in eight years of relationship.”

“Yeah like not living with each other on my last week here.” He fired back, looking pointedly at her.

Nesta tilted her head, smacking her lips, still turning the sparkly gift in her hands.

“Fair.”

“Just open the fucking thing, Nes.”

“So bossy.”

“That’s how you like me.”

She smiled at that and tore open the paper, being careful not to get the silver glitter all over the sheets.

Something fell on her ankle and when she looked down in between them, the smallest book she’d ever seen sat there.

The cover was a very light blue, silver and golden intricate lines decorated the spine and on the front a sinuous theatre mask had been drawn with delicate brushes. Some white flowers adorned the outline and finally, at the very bottom of the cover, written in a fine line calligraphy, there were just three words.

Cook for me.

This was definitely handmade, but Cassian couldn’t have had anything to do with the drawings and decorations. She just knew he hadn’t meant this when he’d said he’d done it himself.

“This is beautiful, Cass.” She whispered, passing the tip of her finger over the complex binding.

Nesta glanced his way and he was looking straight at her, eyeing her reaction to the gift. He wore an embarassed smile and it was so not-Cassian that she felt the impulse to open the book, feeling like that wasn’t what he’d put so much of himself into.

She delicately turned the paper and, to her surprise, his writing covered the whole page.

She only skimmed the words, wanting to see if there were more, but when she went to flick the rest of the book, his huge hand covered the book completely.

Nesta looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.

“You can’t read it right now.”

Her mouth gaped.

He laughed.

“I knew you were gonna hate me for this, but I swear it’s romantic once you have all the info.”

Nesta tried to get a glimpse of whatever was written on it, her interested in it now a thousand times stronger, but his fingers shut and she couldn’t see anything.

She breathed in through her nostrils, “What is it, then, if not a book I can read?”

Cassian scooted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting them both up, leaning on the headboard a few seconds later.

Nesta loved it when he manhandled her that way.

She rested her head against his shoulders and let him took the book from her hands as they got comfortable.

He closed it and showed her the cover once more. The book looked even smaller in his hand.

When he spoke, his lips brushed against her ear and she shivered, gripping his thigh, stopping the urge to grind her ass against his crotch.

“I wrote in it every single day for the past six months. Since I got the confirmation I’d be going.” He started, “I know we can make it, I know we’ll get over this year quicker than we think, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be easy for either of us.”

Nesta nodded and turned her head just enough that their lips brushed. He closed his eyes and brought a hand to her jaw, tilting her head up so he could deepen the kiss. His tongue licked just briefly her upper lip and then he left a peck on the tip of her nose.

“You’re gonna have to read one page per day. No cheating. I’ll find out if you did. And on the first page there’s a link.”

He cracked the book open so fast Nesta gasped, clutching his wrists, stopping him from breaking the delicate needlework.

“Don’t be such a brute.” She said.

Cassian didn’t give her an ounce of attention, “I put a link here,” he passed his thumb over the letters, “I can send it to you if you don’t want to copy it letter by letter. It will lead you to a folder.”

“A folder?”

“In it there are around a hundred videos of me.” He confessed.

Nesta perched up at that and turned completely towards him, a raised brow. “Did you film yourself jerking off a hundred times for me to see you every day?”

Cassian made a shook face and mouthed to her what the fuck before closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. He huffed out a laugh and then with the cutest grin said, “No, babe, I did not.”

She shrugged like it was nothing, “So what are you doing in these videos?”

His cheeks turned the slightest red, “I’m cooking.”

Nesta gawked at him.

“And the notes…” he scratched the back of his head and she found it endearing that he still got this awkward around her, even after so many years. “I- They’re kinda important. Not random notes. They like tiny love letters.”

She was speechless.

He’d written her more than a hundred letters.

He’d taken the time and put the effort in something she would treasure for the rest of their lives.

Cassian took her silence as an invitation to keep talking.

“I know it’s gonna be hard for us to not be around each other all day long. And there will probably be days where we don’t hear from the other, so I wanted you to have this.”

He thrust the book towards her and Nesta glanced down at it, her sight going blur.

“I’m obviously going to try my hardest to avoid not texting you or calling you for a whole ass day, but I don’t want you not having anything from me for that long in case it happens and I couldn’t come up with something better, or I’d have-”

At this point, he was just blabbering random things, so Nesta raised her head and let him see the tears streaking down her face.

Cassian’s face scrunched up in a teary grimace too and he opened his arms wide for her to jump right into them. She sobbed into his chest, the weight of the day hitting her like a brick wall, and she let herself be lulled as he ran his hand through her hair and told her just how much he loved her.

It wasn’t until both their phones went off that they realised the time to leave for the airport had come.

Nesta got up, her head feeling like someone had poured lead into it, and wiped her cheeks, noticing only then that Cassian had been silently crying too. He smiled through the tears at her, no real happiness behind one of the things she loved the most about him, and he lifted a hand to her face, cradling her cheek kindly.

They looked each other in the eye for a beat and then they started getting ready.

She wasn’t sure how she was gonna sleep in this bedroom without him snoring softly next to her, holding her tight through the night, but she would have to manage on her own, one way or the other.

They drove to the Velaris Airport in complete silence, Cassian’s hand never leaving Nesta’s across the console and right before getting out of the car, they shared one last glance, breaking into tears once again, laughing right after for the other’s reaction.

They had promised themselves they would spend just a few minutes in front of the security controls, saying their goodbyes at home, in their bubble, but right then, holding onto each other like they were never to be met again, Nesta found it hard to let go.

Cassian was gripping her like he never had before and she jerked when he whispered in her ear. “Did you bring it with you?”

Knowing he was referring to the book, she just nodded. He didn’t need to know she’d take it everywhere she’d go from now on.

“Good, because the first letter is for when you’re alone after leaving me here. You can read it in the car.”

She didn’t care.

She didn’t wanna leave him.

Cassian’s breath trembled as he tightened his grip on her. “Babe, I…” he sniffed, “I really need to go now.”

Nesta shook her head. No.

“Yes,” he laughed humorlessly. He tried to take a step back and she followed, taking one forward. “Okay,” he murmured in her hair, “one more minute.”

So they stood there, surrounded by people running to their gates or their loved ones, waiting to get back home or start a whole new chapter of their life completely. Cassian was about to join them. Nesta would be going home by herself. And then the tragedy would begin.

They kissed under the flickering lights of the airport and finally, as they both kept on shedding tears, they parted and Nesta waited until she couldn’t see him anymore beyond the gates and only then did she walk away.

She felt as if she’d just lost a limb.

She knew that feeling wouldn’t last forever, but the wound was just being torn in her heart in the moment and she didn’t care who saw her violently sobbing, trying to contain her pain as she made her way to the parking lots.

The second she got in her car, she didn’t hesitate and took the book from her bag.

She wiped her eyes, hoping it would help with the blurring somehow, but it only got worse. So she waited for the crying to stop.

Once it became clear that she couldn’t, she cursed and opened it anyway, trying to read throw the tears.

Hey sweetheart. I know you’re crying right now, I'm sure I'll be doing the same, so don't worry. It's tearing my soul apart not being there with you right now, but remember that I love you and that I'm just a phone call away. It's only been a few minutes and I already miss you terribly. I love you. I love you. I'll call you as soon as I land.

I love you, again.

Today’s video was him cooking simple chocolate chips pancakes. Her favourite.

Nesta read it and reread it a million times, and watched the video just as much, feeling as if her lungs couldn’t get in enough air. But she realised something as she drove home.

Cassian had given her something to look forward to every day, till the day he came back to her.

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melodramamatic · 8 days

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I've got this concept stuck in my head where, on that cliff, the boy who might become ye zun doesn't quite pass out. He coughs and coughs and coughs until he's too weak to move or talk, but he's still conscious, and can just barely hold his eyelids open enough to watch what's going on. Because his gege sounds scared, because they are traveling alone for a reason. And so when that man throws his gege off a cliff, the boy who might become ye zun thinks his brother is dead. He thinks his big brother, his twin, only minutes older, who has always looked after him, has died trying to defend him. And when he gathers the strength to speak, the man has the audacity to lie to him. To claim his gege sold him, left him there. When his brother died trying to stop this man.

We see in canon what ye zun is capable of for revenge. What if that was pointed at the deserving party. What if the 'rebel dixingren' gathered with someone in its heart who doesn't care at all about either cause, only that the man playing warlord and everything he values is going to suffer before they die.

What if a masked spy from within the 'rebels' (and I have opinions about them being called rebels, but this is not the place) meets the Dixing symbol of the alliance. And it's not an instant reunion, because 'ye zun' (probably a self chosen codename either way, because it doesn't make sense as a thing they would have called a slave) thinks his gege is dead and Hei Pao Shi (a mask that took on a life of its own) has had so little hope to hold on to, and has never seen his own masked face in the mirror, to compare it to this spy.

Anyway, my idea is generally a softer AU where everything works out. Kunlun facilitates a reveal, helps the twins end the war, and legends say Hei Pao Shi gained the ability to be in two places at once. The twins get Sleeping Beautied together in a Hallow-facilitated dirt-nap, no one ends up in the pillar, and they end up terrorizing different portions of academia and both governments taking shifts as Hei Pao Shi. Not!Ye Zun (because the name doesn't make sense in this AU) is having the time of his life watching his brother fall over himself for Zhao Yunlan. They probably meet slightly earlier than in canon. That dude with the purple hair can be the main evil villain, with some Regent political assholery.

Also, does anyone else think the most unbelievable part of the drama is the Treaty existing, unedited, for 10,000 years?!

Magic aliens? sure I can vibe with that. Ancient war with magic item time loop? Awesome love that. Doctor Who-esque out of order love story? Hell yeah. Bad CGI? I can deal. A treaty being upheld by both parties for ten thousand years? What the fuck are they smoking and can i have some?

for tagging purposes i'm calling this the celestial events AU in my head, because america just lost it's mind about the eclipse, and twins with sun/moon symbolism (light hair v dark hair, powerful abilities that are related but function differently, on opposing sides because of things beyond their control, so powerful they can be compared to forces of nature), and also because they involve a series of events aligning in just the right way, and also because of how there can be years separating occurrences. I can keep BSing but i'm not good at titles and this is as good as its going to get from me.

I may update if I actually translate ideas into words, feel free to do what you want, I like reading more than writing.

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cambria-writes · 2 years

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It is Sunday my dudes! Since I update AO3 on Sundays I figured I might do that here too. No idea if it’s been more or less than a week since last time but here you go. Thank you so much to everyone who left messages, replies and likes! And special thanks to @anothermunsonsimp for absolutely indulging and encouraging me, and to my BFF and BF for letting me talk their ears off for hours about fan theories and ADND 1st ed. pairing: eddie munsonx reader rating: PG13 for now, each chapter rated individually warnings: more guns, minor injuries, hella swearing, mention of (assumed) character death but only for like a second, Chrissy gets game-over’d sorry word count: 3,322

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊: 𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢

You gave your phone number to the lot of them; Dustin, Mike, Steve and Robin. In return, you got their phone numbers as well, save for Mike’s. Not exactly like calling him in Hawkins would do much good if he wasn’t going to be around. The kids left for their club after that, and made sure they knew to let Eddie know you’d be waiting for him back at his place. You appreciate that they didn’t ask any questions, despite the fact that they had about a thousand of them written all across their faces.

“Anything happens,” Steve had said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You call to let either of us know.”

Gripping the steering wheel of your car, you let your head fall forward at a red light. There’s a part of you that’s thrilled, sure; this is the most excitement you’d probably ever get in your life, living in a small town like Hawkins. But the knowledge of exactly how bad everything has been is equally terrifying. You didn’t bother asking, but it’s obvious that the lot of them have had way too many near-death encounters.

And then there’s Chief Hopper.

You nearly jump out of your skin when a car honks behind you. You hadn’t noticed the light had turned green. You floor it, making your way to the edge of town, toward the quarry. You need space to think, and barring the fact that the Fake Will Byers Body was found there, it seems to be the safest place to go.

Once you’re parked, you pull the walkman from your back seat, shoulder your duffel bag and make your way to the edge of the cliff overlooking the water. As you walk, you speed through half the tape to make it to The Killing Moon. That feels like it suits your mood well enough.

When you sit down, letting your legs hang over the edge of the cliff, you pull the pistol from the back of your waistband and hold it in both your hands.

From what you gathered from the extremely confusing conversation with the others, it doesn’t seem like a tiny handgun like this is going to be terribly useful if you end up plane shifting again. You kind of wish you’d brought the shotgun with you, though you know it makes more sense to have left it under your bed. There would be a lot of questions you’d have a hell of a hard time answering if someone spotted a god damn Winchester on your back seat.

You lean back to lie down, letting the Beretta rest on your chest and wonder if maybe you should try and find a way to rig, like, a flamethrower?

“God that sounds stupid,” you mutter to yourself, raising your arm to cover your eyes against the fading daylight.

What can you do if you end up in the Upside Down again? The only kind of fire you consistently have on you is a lighter, and you’re pretty sure that won’t do you much good against monsters with crazy speed and faces that open up like fleshy venus fly traps.

You let your fingers run along the barrel of your gun and try to decide what to do. The only real thing you feel would be useful is target practice, but you’re also not sure you want to risk someone hearing gunfire nearby and calling the cops. That, also, would require a lot of explaining you’re not sure you can convincingly manage.

By the time Ocean Rain starts playing, you still have no idea what to do with yourself and it’s got you on edge. You have no idea if you’ll ever end up in the Upside Down again, when the next nightmare is going to be, and if you should be trying to do anything right now. Whatever’s happening can’t be that bad, right? No one’s dead. That’s what you hold onto, for now.

Even if you can still feel the ghost of the vine wrapped around your ankle, you tell yourself that you didn’t die. You barely even got hurt. You don’t even know if you would have gotten hurt if you’d let it... well, yeah, being dragged down the stairs probably would’ve.

When the song ends, you feel around for your walkman and rewind the tape back to the beginning of The Killing Moon. For now, you can probably afford to kill time and chance a nap, while the afternoon sun still gives you some semblance of peace of mind. Then you can swing by your place, grab the shotgun, stash it in the trunk, and make your way to Munson’s place.

With that ghost of a plan in mind, you close your eyes and try to catch up on some of the sleep you’ve been missing out on.

Something’s off when you pull into Forest Hills. The hairs at the back of your neck are standing straight, and you can’t shake the feeling like there’s a hand always an inch away, ready to grab you. The dark of night was never really as scary as it is tonight.

And then you hear the clock chiming again.

You’ve just stepped out of your car when you notice that the front porch light is flickering. A quick look confirms that the lights inside are going crazy, too. You can barely remember Steve mentioning something about Christmas lights and the nightmare with hands coming out of the wall at the Byers’ place when you hear Eddie shouting from inside.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You use the wobbly railing to pull yourself to the door and jump over the steps altogether and burst through the door. When you race in, you can still hear him shouting.

“Chrissy, wake up now! Chrissy!”

“Ed, what the fuck is going on?!” You ask, finding him shaking the cheerleader with the shoulders.

She’s completely checked out, eyes milky white.

“Oh fuck, oh no,” you whine, rushing over and shoving Munson aside and grabbing the girl by the shoulders yourself. “What happened?!”

“I don’t know!” He shouts back, trying to drown out the sound of the flickering light bulbs. “She wanted to make a deal and when I came back here she was–”

You both look at your hands rising on Chrissy’s shoulders, and then down at her levitating feet.

“What the fuck–”

“Get out,” you say, turning on Eddie. “Get out, get out!“ You shout, shoving at his shoulder and trying to get him to move.

“We can’t just leave her here!”

“The fuck we can’t!“

You’re blessedly halfway to the front door when you hear a loud thud. When Eddie screams, you turn around to see him knocked to the ground and there she is: Chrissy Cunningham is somehow stuck to the ceiling, her face still impassive, eyes open wide and unblinking. You only manage to watch one of her arms snap before you put as much force as you can into dragging Munson out the damn door.

“Come on, we gotta get out of here!“ You shout, stumbling down the front steps. You don’t have enough time to right yourself before Eddie slips down and crashes into you. Yell at him to get in your car, and when you manage to stand, you pull the Beretta from your waist band.

“Why do you have a gun?!“

“Shut up and get in the fucking car, Munson!“

You don’t turn your back on the trailer and backstep to the driver’s side. You blindly reach for your keys and flick the safety off the gun with your other hand. Eddie shoves the car door open for you, and in a handful of seconds you twist the key in the ignition and peel out of the lot.

“What the fuck, what the fuck!“

Your hands are shaking and you’re clenching your teeth so hard your jaw aches. Henderson what fucking right, you fucking jinxed it, god damn it.

“What the fuck was that–”

“I don’t know, Eddie! Would you shut up for a second, I need to think!”

The only sound in the car is the engine and both of your heavy breathing. The first thing that comes to mind is to call Harrington, so you do your best to drive at a socially acceptable speed straight for your house. You’ll call him and go from there.

“We’re going to my place,” you announce, as evenly as you can manage. “I’ll call Harrington, he’ll–”

“Harrington? Steve Harrington? Have you lost your god damn mind?”

“Let me finish!“ You slam the steering wheel with your free hand, take a deep breath, and hand over the gun by the barrel. ”Turn the safety on. I’m gonna call Harrington, we’ll meet up with Robin and Henderson and we’ll figure shit out.“

“Henders-what the hell is going on? What the fuck do they have to do with this?” You spare Eddie a quick look; he’s left the gun in his lap and has both hands pulling at his hair with his head as close to his knees as he can manage.

“Honest to god you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” you manage to say, through your teeth. With a hand on the wheel, you bounce your fist on your free leg. “I’m gonna have to ask you to just trust me on this.”

“I just saw a cheerleader fucking levitate and you’re asking me to trust you?“ He asks, with all the incredulity that, yeah, he’s entirely entitled to have, actually.

“Yeah, Munson,” you reply, taking a second to look at him head on. “I’m asking you to fucking trust me on this one.”

When you make it to your place, you don’t really park so much as you haphazardly get your car in the driveway. Tell Eddie, when you pop the trunk open, to grab the shotgun while you unlock the front door. Head straight for the phone and pull out the piece of paper with Harrington’s number and almost scream when you have to dial it a third time.

“Come on, asshole, pick up the phone,” you mutter, tapping your foot impatiently on the floor. It goes to voicemail after the eighth ring. “Fuck!” you shout, slam the phone back on its cradle and reach for another piece of paper in your pocket. Check the time on the clock real quick and decide that Henderson probably won’t mind you calling at this time.

“Hello? Hend–”

“Hi Mrs Henderson I’m really sorry to call this late but I really need to talktoyourson,” you rush out, resting your head against the wall while Dustin’s mother shakily agrees. You hear her call for him in the background.

“Hel–”

“You were right, I fucking jinxed it!“ You scream into the phone. You hear your front door shut and the tell-tale sound of the deadbolt locking.

“Woah, hey, back up there, what happened?”

You slap Eddie in the shoulder when he tries to talk to you and motion at him to sit down at the table a few feet away while you tell Henderson what happened. Somewhere along the way you start crying, but do your best to keep talking.

“Shit,” Dustin whispers, and you can hear him ask his mother to grab a bag for him. “You’re both at your place right now yeah?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, using your free hand to wipe at your face.

“Perfect, okay, great,” he says, distracted, and you hear several things being thrown around. “I’ll go get Steve and we’ll go to you okay? Is Eddie okay?”

You take a second to look over to Munson. His hands are clasped tightly in front of him, elbows on his knees and head hanging between his arms. The gun and shotgun both sit on the table in front of him.

“No,” you eventually say, turning back to the wall. “I don’t think either of us are anything adjacent to ‘okay’. Just be quick about it, man.”

You rattle off your address and promise to sit tight and agree to only open the door if you hear the agreed-upon knocking pattern. It feels a bit stupid and a bit too much, but you can’t deny the mild sense of comfort it brings you.

Eddie stands up and follows you into the kitchen, where you make yourself busy pulling two mugs out of the cupboard and grabbing the tin of coffee.

“Now are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?” he asks, throwing his hands in the air.

Pour water into the coffee maker. Fold a filter and pop it in. Try to steady your hands. Scoop grounds in.

“Hello?“

“Look,” you grind out, jabbing the power button on the stupid coffee maker and gripping the edge of the counter with white knuckles. “I don’t fucking know, okay? I just managed to talk about this shit with Harrington and the rest of your merry band of misfits this afternoon and they have no idea what’s going on either.”

“Again,” Eddie says, sounding progressively more exasperated. And entirely done with your shit. “What the hell does Steve Harrington have to do with any of this?!”

“Remember when the Byers kid went missing a few years ago?”

Eddie shuts up for a few seconds, and you don’t need to turn around to know that he’s looking at you like you just grew a second head.

“Wha–”

“He was taken to this–and you have to shut up and listen to me,” you caution, turning around and shoving a finger to his chest. “He was taken to this, like, parallel dimension by a demogorgon. And then they–no!” You slap at Eddie’s chest when he opens his mouth. “Shut up! Then they found this girl in the woods with fucking superpowers who could move shit with her mind and found out she opened this, this kind of gate or whatever to that parallel dimension.”

You take a second to breathe and run both hands down your face.

“Whatever happened to Chrissy has something to do with that. Harrington’s been there every time shit’s gone south. The Wheeler kids too, Henderson, the Sinclair kid. They’ve all fought this shit before.”

Eddie doesn’t speak again. Leans back against the sink and slides down to the floor. You don’t bother breaking the silence, just pour out the coffee when it’s done percolating and settle in next to him, holding a mug out. He doesn’t look at you but shakes his head.

“You’re gonna need the boost, man,” you say quietly, taking a sip from your mug. It scalds your tongue. Eddie eventually takes the mug and takes a sip, though he makes a face at the bitterness of it.

“You think she’s...” He starts asking, after a bit, but lets the question trail off. You have a hard time swallowing past the lump in your throat.

“Probably,” you croak, pulling your legs up to your chest and letting your mug rest on your knees. “They didn’t make it sound like this shit is prone to leaving any survivors.”

“Shit,“ Eddie whispers, and his voice is hoarse.

You close your eyes and keep sipping at your cup of coffee, trying to focus on the sound of the clock ticking to keep yourself moderately present. You chug the rest of it when you’re halfway done and stand to put your empty mug in the sink.

“Woah, woah wait where are you going?”

“I’m getting the other guns from the safe in the basement,” you say quietly, taking a deep breath and rolling your shoulders.

“You have more?”

You shrug him off because explaining is a pain in the ass right now and head for the basement door. The safe is still open, as you left it. You fit the Beretta in your waistband, grab the Winchester in one hand and as many boxes of bullets and shells as you can comfortably hold against your chest before making your way back upstairs.

You hear the patterned knock on the door just after kicking the basement door shut behind you. You can hear Henderson shouting from outside when he starts pounding on the door with his fist.

“Fucking relax, I’m coming, jesus!” You call, unlocking the deadbolt and pulling the chain out before opening the door. “Please tell me you have any kind of useful information.”

Henderson immediately makes his way to the dining room table, like he’s been here a thousand times before, and throws a heavy bag on the table. Harrington follows behind, looking all the world like he just got woken up, if his less-than-deliberately messy hair is anything to go by. You don’t pity him when you punch him in the shoulder.

“Hey, what the hell was that for?!”

“You told me to call you if anything happened and didn’t answer your damn phone, you asshole!”

“Yeah well I didn’t exactly expect for something to happen tonight!” He shouts back, rubbing at his arm and moving to sit down next to Henderson. You huff and slam the door shut, taking care to lock everything back up.

Dustin slams a handheld down on the table and effectively shuts everyone up. Looks at you and waves his hand at Eddie.

“How much does he know?”

“Just that you guys have done this before,” You start slowly, making your way back to the table. Motion to everyone to sit down, though Henderson stays standing. “Didn’t really have the time or patience to go through everything.”

“Steve, can you..?” Henderson asks, pulling the antenna on the handheld and wandering off. You can hear him checking if Mike’s still up.

“Is this the part when I find out why you’re not actually a massive douchebag?” Eddie asks, both hands on the table, fidgeting nervously with his rings.

Steve sighs, running a hand down his face and leaning back in the chair. But he launches into a shortened summary of what you were given earlier that day. Will’s disappearance, the Upside Down, the mind flayer, how Joyce Byers is in the know. Talks about Eleven and the other “psychic kids”, how she had and then lost her powers during the last fight at Starcourt.

“It’s not like we were sure everything was done last time, but...” Steve trails off, looking down at the table. “Without Will here and Eleven without her powers, we didn’t exactly have a Bullshit Radar.”

“Wait,” Eddie says, looking at me for a second, before looking back at Steve. He’s been on the edge of his seat for the past few minutes. “Does that mean she’s one of the psychic kids?”

“Hello, I’m right here–”

“Probably not,” Steve answers anyways. “Hell if I know. You said you only started having weird stuff happen to you when El opened the first gate right?” You nod to confirm. “Right. I don’t know, maybe she’s got a weird connection to the Upside Down like Will does.”

“Yeah but,” I cut in, scooting closer to the table. “Will was actually stuck there for like, what? A week? And he got caught by that big shadow thing. I’ve only been there once–probably–for less than an hour.”

Steve throws his hands up and lets them fall back down on the table. “Dude, I don’t know. It’s not like we ever know anything until it tries to eat our face.”

“Mike’s on his way over,” Dustin announces, walking over to stand by Eddie, and places a hand on his shoulder. “Lucas is gonna go see if he can grab Max before coming over.”

Leaning your elbows on the table, you put your head in your hands. Sincerely starting to wonder why Harrington even told you to call him when anything happened if they were going to be flying into this nearly as blind as you. You’re about to ask something when Henderson speaks up again.

“Think your parents are gonna mind a long distance call on their phone bill?”

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#stranger things #eddie munson #reader insert #no y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fix-it fic #eddie munson x reader #second person pov #mentions of guns #lots of swearing #character death #i actually tried to proof read this for once

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yellowbentley · 1 year

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first 8 hours of totk review :D

SPOILERS UNDER CUT

that was the coolest intro to any game ive ever seen, loved starting w 30 hearts and full stamina especially bc that wasnt possible without glitches in botw

do not reconize matt mercers voice at ALL

i thought link losing his arm was very cohesive!!! lovelove love that thats how we lose hearts

i love everything about rauru

top portion of the map is absolutely gorgeous. the fall colours are beautiful. the constructs are creative and blend in well artistically and narratively. theres cooking pots everywhere. its still large but a blip on the map comparatively and very mountainy so its very good to explore and find secrets. scratches my brain

it didnt take me 5 weeks to do the tutorial this time around :D

speaking of map, it looks fucking huge. i dont think its bigger then the botw map but the area borders are different and its throwing me way off

how do i fucking drive some of these things

every time i see an item i reconize its like greeting an old friend i havent seen in a while

and every time i see a new thing im both pleasently surprised and at ease, like im meeting someone for the first time but we immediately click

and every time i see something mildly incorrect im either sad or discombobulated. i walk past a place where i know theres a shrine in botw because ive seen it a thousand times, and theres no shrine. i dont know where they went, just sunk into the ground again? they should still be standing just dead and not glowing and inaccessable imo :((

speaking of shrine THERES ZONAI SHRINES!!!!!!! they follow p much the exact pattern as botw shrines. overall so far i prefer the aesthetic of botw shrines more.

at the end instead of spirit orbs you get "light of blessings" and i stumbled over typing it because i 100% think it should be blessings of light. light of blessings sounds incorrect.

why is there a fuckign fairy fountain right outside dueling peaks stable.

WHAT IS THAT GIANT KING BOKO WHAT. WHAT.

blood moons are still a thing unfortunately and its much sharper and scarier looking this time around

its very weird not having my champion abilities. or 3 wheels of stamina. and everything hurts. where is my paraglider. WHY CANT I GLIDE THIS FEELS SO WRONG

take a shot every time i fall off a cliff

theres tunnels to the center of the earth that instakill you

it isnt "malice" anymore its called gloom now. im still calling it malice.

the abilities links prosthetic arm give him are legit so fun. a bit janky and they take some time to get used to but im having a good time. all i can make is a shitty little car i cant steer. im having a great time.

im not playing this as cohesively as i did botw. walking right past quest markers and things. the way i played botw means by the time i would have gotten the master cycle there would be nothing left for me to do to use it with. i doubt it will be the same but i want stuff to do post game

im not fucking finding a thousand korok seeds again. not for a very long time. i laughed maniacally after the first one and then stopped at 7. they have backpacks bigger rhen they are its adorable.

lots of new weapons

fuse is my favorite ability

shiekah slate is now called the "purah pad" which doesnt roll off the tongue as nice. do you think link was pissed when zelds made him give the slate back. do you think he misses cryonis blocks. because i definitely fucking miss my cryonis blocks

theres been fucking crows outside my window being loud as hell this whole post

lurelin village got invaded and swamped by pirates :((((

my least favorite armor set, the luminous gimp suit is being sold for free in kakariko and im kinda mad about it

paya is chief of kakariko now :D

i had a few more but im tired now zzzz

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star-ocean-peahen · 2 years

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Ok this is definitely asking for a LOT of information, but I was wondering if I could please get a bullet point rundown of Legacy of a Millennia? I've been thinking about the trio you keep talking about but can't stay into your long posts long enough to actually get anything out of them ykdlgdyldd (all I really know is that Link fell into the fae realm and had her original name taken from her + was a servant for a while before escaping the realm) (also that Shei is straight up not having a good time for reasons I don't know)

😂😂 yeah sure! Sorry my long textposts don't work for you. I hope this is.......somewhat better. There's a TLDR at the bottom with just the three main characters if that works better.

One thousand years ago Link (5 years old) is kidnapped and enslaved by the faerie, made to serve in the house of the Fae Lord.

This traumatizes her heavily and leaves her with many scars, physical and mental (+ a pair of antlers and snake fangs) also her name stolen (dw she picks a new one)

In the same time period, the tyrannical queen has an affair with a winemaker and bears a bastard son

This is Shei

He grows up with his dad until he reaches thirteen, when he starts showing signs of the goddess' bloodline and his mother imprisons him in the deepest dungeon

When he's seventeen a rebel group stages a coup and kills all known members of the royal line, leaving Shei as the last of Hylia's bloodline

When his mother dies, he gets this thing called the Goddess Blood-Essence

The GBE is basically what marks whatever royal child as the Princess Zelda for this iteration of adventure, so it carries little bits of the most influential princesses of the past (that doesn't give special powers or voices or anything, its just fun)

As the royal line is deposed, Ganon stirs from his seal underneath the castle and the Goddess Blood-Essence reacts by sealing it and its host into a stasis crystal

Fast forward a thousand years and Link has escaped faerie at the age of twelve. She finds a landing pad (helping a nice old grandma) for the next five years.

When she's seventeen she goes to the castle guarding some goods from the village, but gets arrested for resisting the new dynasty's attempts to seize the goods

In the dungeon Impa (who is leading a resistance against the tyrannical monarchy) finds her, realizes her dormant potential, and helps her escape

As the two run from the guards, they delve deeper into the dungeons

Eventually they run into Shei's stasis crystal, undisturbed for a thousand years

Link accidentally opens it, Ganon escapes, Shei falls motionless to the floor, the guards are approaching-

so she just scoops him up bridal style and vamooses through a secret passage Impa shows her (Impa can shapeshift into a mourning dove btw)

Link and Shei set out to help Impa liason with the other races of Hyrule in order to strengthen her resistance by dealing with their Ganon-caused problems and yes i KNOW ganon is underdeveloped i promise im working on it

ANyway not too long after this they run into a Stalfos general that Ganon sent after them who they convince to turn traitor with ✨the Power of Friendship✨ (also known as I Want It To Happen But I Haven't Figured Out Why Yet)

This Stalfos decides to reject the side of evil and try to become her own person, and in doing so, takes the name Stella (geddit cuz stal.....stella.....also shes the stars and shei's the moon and link's the sun okay ill shut up now)

It's a running joke that Shei constantly gets into some sort of trouble that Link has to save him from. Falling off cliffs, cornered by monsters, anything like that. Basically a joke on the hero saving the princess except it goes deeper than that.

Originally, it was my plan to have Shei die at the midpoint of the story. He would split the GBE into pieces that Link and Stella would run around gathering (dungeon formula).

Stella would take on the mantle of carrying the GBE, and when it was fully assembled (before the final fight) she would transform into a Hylian with flesh and skin and hair and organs and all that.

However, it has come to my attention that Shei's death hinders the emotional narrative rather than continue it, so it is with a heavy heart that I must scrap it. Further, more suitable events for the second half of the story are on the drawing board.

Dungeon premise for the first half: Hunting down the various races to liasion with them and gain their trust to help in Impa's resistance. Added bonus of hunting down Ganon's infection and keeping him from leeching strength from them.

Dungeon premise for the second half: Hunting down the various (five) pieces of the Goddess Blood-Essence, each of which has fallen into different hands.

Er, that's the best bullet-pointed backstory I could come up with? If you have any questions I'll do my best to be succinct.

TL;DR

Link lived in faerie from age 5-12 during which a thousand years passed. Now, in her late teens, she's trying to find herself and her place in this unfamiliar world. Along the way she returns to the fae who abused her and whoops his ass in a metaphorical boss fight meant to represent her determination of her identity.

Shei is a bastard son of the royal family, who ended up as the last living descendant of Hylia when everyone in the royal line was killed during a revolution. He was sealed away (holding back Ganon) for a thousand years before being awakened by Link. It's a constant that he gets into all the trouble and Link always rescues him.

Stella used to be a Stal general in Ganon's army before being redeemed by the Power of Friendship (otherwise known as I Don't Know How Yet) and recruited into the group. At the game's midpoint, Shei passes the mantle and powers of Hylia's line to her, and when she acquires it in its fullness (after a series of main story quests, near the end of the game), she is given a human body. She is the one that assists you in the final fight.

#Legacy of a Millennia #loam #sorry this took so long!#mystie!! fren!!

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phoenixthemenace · 2 years

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That My Days Have Been A Dream

Day 19

DAY 19 Title: And king and clown to ashen dust must fall -O Wilde Prompt: Knees Buckling s3e6 Snakebite

They got Mike through the first few terrible weeks. The entire crew drove him to his parents house and waited outside as the first meeting in years took place with vociferous exuberance inside.

After that, they were less a crew and more a family.

Now, with Mike back on the engine, they were ready when they were called out to a car over a cliff. The rescue went well until Johnny went in search of his handy talkie and was bitten by a rattlesnake.

Roy almost cried as he listened to Johnny, his Johnny, communicating with Rampart, knowing he was treating himself. When they arrived with Johnny all Roy could do was help transfer him from gurney to table. He wanted to do so much more- to play the role of terrified lover, to wail, to cling to his heart and press his lips to his hand. To beg him not to leave.

Instead he let himself be led from the room. Tried to listen to Dixie, and when she said they should go get a cup of coffee too, his knees buckled and he slid down the wall. His torment ravaged face he turned to Dixie broke her heart.

Because she knew what it meant, and what little Roy was allowed.

She helped him up and into Dr. Brackett's office, where they wouldn't be disturbed until Roy could get hold of himself again.

"Is he as good as I've heard?" She eventually asked.

Roy's face flamed scarlet.

"I'll take that as a yes." She laughed. "Are you ready to go back?"

Roy nodded, and she walked back to the treatment room with him. At the door he paused.

"Dix?"

"Hmm?"

"He's better."

Roy couldn't leave him. He stayed at Johnny’s side until his replacement in the squad arrived and he had no choice. Dixie said she'd watch the door so he could say goodbye. He wrapped an arm around her.

"Thanks, Dix. You're an angel."

"I know." She winked as he followed his temporary partner down the hall with a laugh.

That night, that long cold night, Roy lay awake in his bunk for a long time, hating that Johnny was alone. Hating that he was alone. He drifted off to sleep somewhere near dawn.

His partner was waiting for him in a warm light filled room. Johnny held out his arms and Roy didn't hesitate to go to him. They held each other for a while. Roy loved these quiet moments where they surrounded themselves with each other's presence until they were the same person.

Roy pulled back to look into Johnny’s eyes. There was always a shimmer in them like light on butterfly wings, that echoed in the way they made his stomach flutter. They would glint with gold as he leaned in for a kiss.

They were darker than usual as Roy gazed into them, reflecting his own ardor back at him. Roy took that beloved face in his hands and leaned in for a kiss.

But it crumbled to dust.

And the arousal blackened eyes burst into a thousand swarming flies.

Roy bit back a cry and covered his head as they swirled around him. Then they were gone, but the dream wasn't ready to let him go. He lowered his arms.

He was in a cold dark marble mausoleum. One pathetic window, small and yellow with age, let in a single shaft of light. It illuminated the wall opposite where a yawning square mouth disturbed the pristine pale stone.

Roy couldn't tear his eyes away from it. He wanted it gone. He wanted the sterile white wall complete. He surged forward and swung the door shut.

And flung himself from sleep when he read the name on the stone.

John Roderick Gage.

#whumptober2022 #no.19 #knees buckling #fic #emergency!#roy desoto #johnny gage #dixie mccall #snakebite #nightmare #mausoleum #flies #weird dream

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The Thesis and the Doctorate

**A/N: Alright chapter 3! I’m sorry it’s a day late, my family went to the rodeo so I wasn’t able to get it out in time. But it’s here now! Content-wise, I don’t have much to say for this one. Shit’s about to happen in this chapter (finally!) so buckle up kids. And in case this wasn’t obvious, I’m always open to constructive criticism or suggestions.**

Link to the story: The Thesis and the Doctorate

Chapter 3: Into the Unknown

The next day, you wake up determined. Today is the day. You’re going to go into the woods alone and you’re not going to chicken out. You got this. After a breakfast of champions, (cereal, because you need to go shopping again) you spend an hour getting your gear ready. You don’t want to stay out past 5 o’clock, which should be plenty of time to get your bearings, maybe collect a few samples, and get back to the cabin with daylight to spare. Into your pack goes a lighter, a knife, a compass, an emergency whistle, a nylon rope, an extra water bottle and snacks, a few sample collection bags, a notebook and pencil, a flashlight, a multitool, and a pair of extra socks. Though you’ve only been on a few trips into the field for research, you often used to camp with your family and you’ve learned the hard way that it pays to be prepared. You lace up your hiking boots, ready to go.

Eventually, you get in the car and drive to where you’ll be spending the rest of the day. It’s only about a mile outside of town, in the northwest quadrant of the valley. Even though it’s relatively close to civilization you wouldn’t know it from looking. As soon as you turn off of the highway and onto the service road, the trees close in around you, almost menacing with their shaggy, crooked branches... Stop it. You shake yourself out of those thoughts and focus instead on maneuvering your car over the potholes in the unpaved road.

You find a shoulder to pull off to and step out. Deep breaths. In, and out. You take a moment to observe your surroundings. Birds calling to each other in the trees, dust motes suspended in the sunlight, the warm earthy scent of growing plants. These are all good things. Take it slow, you tell yourself. As long as you’re not stupid, you’re safe. You take one more deep breath and then set off.

In the end, the day goes well. There were no accidents, no sudden weather changes, no bears. You leave with several pages’ worth of notes, and a few samples for later identification. You barely went out of sight from the car today, but you think tomorrow that you’ll go farther. There’s just so much to see, and something tells you that the deeper into these woods you go the more interesting they’ll get.

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After three straight days of venturing into the unknown, you’ve gotten pretty far. You had forgotten just how much you liked simply existing outside. And there’s so many interesting things to study! Your thesis topic, an investigation of the old-growth forests of the western Cascade Range, is very broad, which gives you the freedom to study basically whatever you can find. So far you’ve identified over fifteen species of trees, and that’s just within the last few days!

Slowly but surely you’ve made your way almost to the northwest rim of the valley that Gravity Falls is situated in. According to the topographic maps, the valley rim is a sheer cliff face over five thousand feet high which encircles the whole valley. And today is the day you plan to reach it. There’s not really a reason why you want to make it all the way to the cliff (it’s not like you’re going to scale it, and besides some geologic sampling, there’s not much to do) except that you think it would be cool. Five thousand feet is really tall- almost a mile straight up. You’d love to get some pictures.

Going in a straight line from where your car is parked, you begin walking northwest. As you do, you pass several waypoints from the last few days: a weird rock there, a creek here, that deer skull that somehow got halfway up that tree- a cougar, probably. Soon enough, you don’t recognize anything around you and increase your pace slightly. You really want to see that cliff, and if you get back to your car at dusk, so be it.

It’s around one o’clock in the afternoon when you notice that the woods around you have... Changed. The previously flat ground now slopes steeply upward, and the dry duff layer that you were walking on has changed to thick emerald moss with an abundance of mushrooms. Even the tree species are different. Instead of the usual pine and cedar you’re now noticing more and more deciduous species, growing so thickly together that you can barely see between them. You also see fireflies dancing between the trunks, even though fireflies are nocturnal and neither of the two species native to Oregon glow. Huh, that’s odd. Maybe they’re invasive? You push past them, higher up the hill.

At the top there’s a slight clearing. Sunlight breaks through the canopy and dapples on the soft grass. In the middle of the clearing stands a giant bigleaf maple tree that’s so covered in moss you can barely see the bark. You hurry up to the tree, already taking off your backpack. By your estimate, the tree must be over three centuries old, but you’re going to take a core sample to be sure.

You feel a tug on your pant leg. “Hey random lady, Jeff here,” someone says. You look down and see a tiny man? He’s no taller than your knee and that’s with the tall, pointy red cap he’s wearing. “What the heck are you doing to our tree?” He asks, pointing up to where the rubber handle of your increment borer is sticking out of the trunk. Behind him stand four other gnomes (you don’t know what else to call them. They certainly look like gnomes, exactly like the ones you see in gardens- down to the beards and hats.) that weren’t there a second ago. What the hell is going on?

“Uhh, taking a core sample? Where did you come from? Who are you? Were you following me?” You demand, words spilling out in a rush. You’re starting to get seriously creeped out, and the lecherous faces the gnomes behind “Jeff” keep making at you aren’t helping any.

“We came from the woods, lady. This is the Gnome Forest! And I told you, I’m Jeff, leader of the gnomes!” He climbs up to stand on the shoulders of the gnome behind him for emphasis, bringing him level with your waist. Trembley’s map was true! You shoulder your backpack, borer forgotten.

“Oh-kay. Well, I’m gonna go now, sorry for trespassing... It won’t happen again.” You plaster a smile on your face, stepping slowly away from Jeff and his friends. Henchmen. Henchgnomes? Whatever they’re called, you’re ready to leave. Before you can, one of the gnomes breaks from the crowd and scurries up to you on all fours.

“Queen?” He growls. What?

“What?”

Jeff, who had been arguing with a squirrel, turns back to you with a gleam in his eye.

“You know what Jason, that’s a great idea!” He stomps on the gnome he’s standing on and it waddles over to you. “Whaddya say, lady? Do you want to marry all of us and become queen of the gnomes? It’s a pretty sweet deal, let me tell ya. You marry all of us,” he pulls out a large ring from somewhere and holds it out to you, “Shmebulock officiating of course, and in return you get to do all of the laws, and be the most beautiful.” Jeff looked up at you expectantly.

You scratch the back of your head, trying to stealthily get your hand to the side pocket of your pack where there’s a canister of bear spray. You reach it- other pocket! Damnit. You need to say something.

“Sorry Jeff, it’s Jeff, right? Sorry, I’d love to but I have... Stuff back in town that I need to take care of and I really don’t think it’d work out,” you babble, trying to keep him distracted. There! You grasp the canister but keep it hidden behind your back. You resume backing slowly away, talking the whole time.

“That’s a shame sweetcheeks, it sure would make everything a lot easier if you’d just come willingly!” Jeff interrupts you, launching himself off of the other gnome and straight towards your face, sharp teeth bared. You whip up the bear spray, managing to get him in the eyes and sidestep so that he falls to the ground, screaming in agony. You take off running. From behind you hear Jeff shouting at the gnomes, and then roaring. It sounds like a bass boosted chipmunk, with rhythmic thumps signaling the footsteps of something huge. You’re too scared to appreciate how ridiculous it is, so you run.

And run.

And run, throat burning and legs aching, all the while the thumping and screaming getting closer, then-

Crack!

You trip over an exposed root, twisting your ankle as you faceplant into the moss. You lie there stunned, barely breathing though your lungs scream for air. A large shadow falls over you. You dig your fingers into the dirt and raise your head, turning it as far as you can. What you see makes you freeze.

A huge humanoid monster in the shape of a giant gnome stands above you. Jeff shouts down at you from his place atop it:

“Change your mind yet, sweetcheeks?”

You bare your teeth and scramble to stand. “Go the hell!”

Jeff shrugs at this, and before you can run or even turn away the monster’s hand shoots out to grab around your middle and lift you into the air. You’ve never really been afraid of heights before, but that may have just changed. Up close, you can see that the monster’s made up of individual gnomes holding on to each other and responding like a hivemind to Jeff. You wriggle and squirm but the monster’s grip is like iron.

You scream in frustration. “What the fuck, Jeff! Let me go! I don’t want to be your goddamned queen!”

“No can do snookums, you’re mine- I mean ours now!” He cackles. You fume in silence. You want to tell him your name just so he’ll stop calling you those stupid pet names, but it’s probably for the best that he doesn’t know. If he was tracking you through the forest this whole time, your name would only make it easier to find you back in Gravity Falls. Plus, you’re pretty sure gnomes are fae creatures and if you give them your name you might not get it back.

You replay that train of thought. Am I living in a story book now? You think, more than a little hysterically. Fucking- gnomes? Really? Of all the things that could happen to me in the woods, it was gnomes? You finally go out into the woods for the first time in years, and not even a week in you get kidnapped by gnomes. You want so badly for all of this to be some weird nightmare, but you know that’s too good to be true. Dreams could never be this vivid. What else exists? Fairies, unicorns- wait. Does this mean God exists? Which god? All of them? If the supernatural is real... You pull yourself out of that train of thought. Now is not the time for an existential crisis. You need to focus on escape. But how?

Ignoring Jeff’s ongoing monologue, you think back to the contents of your pack. Bear spray... Which you dropped when you started running. You also have rope, a lighter, a knife, and a whistle. You don’t think the rope will be useful, and based on the flaming torches you see beginning to line the path the monster’s taking you down, you don’t think that the gnomes would be afraid of your lighter. You also don’t trust your ability to defend yourself from a hoard of gnomes with only a knife. That leaves you with the emergency whistle. You’ve used it before to scare off wild dogs, who’s to say it won’t work on gnomes? Their hearing seems to be equally as good, at least from what you’ve seen of Jeff and his squirrels. But the whistle is hanging around your neck and your arms are trapped at your sides. How are you supposed to free yourself long enough to use it?

“Hey, Jeff!”

“Huh?” He stops talking and looks down at you.

“If I’m going to be your new queen, can I at least walk by myself? I can’t breathe with the way this thing is holding me,” you cajole. Jeff’s tiny hand strokes his beard like he’s trying to make up his mind. Please, please, please.

“I suppose... but you have to walk in front of us, slowly! And the second I see any funny business, it’s back in the hand for you, baby!”

You can’t believe he agreed, but you’re not one to look a gift gnome in the mouth. The monster can’t put you down fast enough. You’ve got one shot and if it fails you’re out of options. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you take a deep breath, raise the whistle to your lips, and blow as hard as you can.

One hundred and forty-two decibels is loud enough to damage your hearing; to the gnomes it looks positively torturous. Their monster instantly falls apart, sending the gnomes tumbling down around you. They’re writhing and clutching their heads and now is a great time to get away, except that you have to breathe, too. As quick as you can you take another deep breath, grab your backpack from where it had fallen, and start jogging away, whistling the whole time. The gnomes barely register the brief pause before the noise is starting up again, and none of them try to stop you. With both hands now free, you pop in the attached earplugs and the screeching is finally muted. It’s supposed to be audible for over two miles, so as long as you keep blowing it frequently enough, it should keep the gnomes off your back. You don’t think they’ll try to pursue you, but it’s better to be cautious.

After almost an hour of walking and whistling, you realize you’re probably safe now... And have absolutely no idea where you are. You think you’ve been walking east-ish, maybe? You haven’t seen the valley rim, so it can’t be north or west. Hurriedly, you take out your compass and orient yourself in the dying sunlight. Your heading is east, which is good. Unless the gnomes took you farther south than you thought, going east will get you into town... Eventually. You’re not sure how far you’ll have to walk. The gnome forest wasn’t on any map except Trembley’s, and you don’t remember the scale for that one. You thought it was all fake; why would you bother? A couple of hours ago, it was fake. Now, you’re sure it’s not just the gnomes that are real. There has to be more out there. But again, you shelve that particular crisis for later. Staying put isn’t an option. By your best estimate, you have at least ten miles to go tonight, on foot and in the dark. Alone. What if something happens? You could easily get lost, or your batteries could run out or you could get attacked by wolves- or what if you break your leg walking in the dark and you’re unable to move? No one is coming to look for you any time soon. You barely notice your heart rate rising, breaths coming faster. What if what if what if- you’re stuck in a loop you can’t get out of.

Crack!

A branch snaps off to your right. Your head turns so fast you swear something pops.

It’s just a deer. As soon as it notices you staring, it bounds off. You breathe out a sigh. You can’t afford to be paralyzed by fear. You can’t. You have to get out of here. It’s going to be slow and it’s going to suck absolute ass but you’ll be damned if you’re not getting out of this forest alive. You have a thesis to finish. You set your jaw and readjust your pack, using the whistle once more, the setting sun at your back.

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It’s fully dark now, and your many bumps and bruises have made themselves known. You’re not sure how long you’ve been walking. You’re pretty sure you twisted your ankle running from the gnomes, but you’re trying not to think about it. You’re trying not to think about a lot of things. You huff as you scramble up and over a log, tripping for what has to be the hundredth time. To your horror, you begin to feel tears gather at the corners of your eyes.

“Hello? Is anybody out there?” A man’s voice startles you.

“Hello-oo? We heard the whistling, are you in danger?” A younger voice this time, also male. You can barely think past the exhaustion to answer.

“He-” You cough, and try again. You finished your water a while ago. “Hey! I’m over here!” You shout, waving your flashlight.

“Grunkle Ford, there’s someone over there!” You hear the younger voice shout. You point your light towards the noise, and out from the shadows emerge two figures. A young teen boy, and- Stanford Pines?

#the thesis and the doctorate #gravity falls #fanfiction #self insert #my fic

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megan-is-mia · 2 years

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Yandere prompts #3 for Leona plz

3. “I shouldn’t have to repeat myself.” (Yandere! Leona Kingscholar x Fem! S/o)

If (Y/n) knew anything, it was that waking up with a blade to her throat was not a way she liked waking up. As crown princess of Altatina she was more used to having blades thrust into her face for various reasons (and usually those reasons were violent). However, having a blade greet her when she was woken up in the middle of the night? New experience, very much new experience. The person, if you could call him that, at the other end of the sword was not an unfamiliar face to (Y/n). She’d seen his face on a thousand wanted posters and heard his name on the lips of hundreds of men right before they met their fate at the gallows. It could be no one else but… “Captain Kingscholar” (Y/n) said in a hushed tone, her voice lowered not only in fear but in awe of the man. She had to admit, if only to herself, that his wanted posters did not do him justice. He was so much more terrifying in the flesh, the scars that littered his flesh catching the moonlight just so. “Hmph, so you know who I am? Good makes things a whole lot fucking easier your Highness~” Leona said with a smirk, looking down at the princess. Breaking into the castle had been no small feat, the guards were surprisingly competent for a bunch of landlubbing softheads. Yet the effort it had taken was already starting to pay itself back now that he had cornered the princess. She’d only gotten more beautiful since he’d last seen her, her body having blossomed into womanhood. When did it happen? When had she stolen his heart like the merciless sea? It had to have been when he’d seen her fall from the cliff by the church. The young woman, a victim of fashion, had worn a corset too tight for her own good. Her breathing constricted and her mind hazy had been what had caused her to step where there was no brick and fall into the sea. Her loyal guards had searched for hours to no avail. Of course the fools hadn't found her, not when he was the one hiding her in the safety of a cave under the docks. He’d torn that corset with his bare hands he had. Torn it and been quite pleased with what he saw underneath. God if he had only had more time, he would have stolen the princess’s virtue right then and there. Alas he was on a schedule and had to return her to where she came from and avoid getting caught. How it made his hackles raise that he had to let her go and sail off to save his own hide. Well no more, he was done with waiting he was going to take her with him, here and now! All the time that he was thinking to himself the princess remained laying still as a corpse beneath the blade. “Get up girly, we’re going” Leona finally said, moving his blade back. (Y/n) looked up at him and blinked, not quite comprehending the words that she was hearing. “Captain Leona?” she spoke before the blade was once again at her throat and she felt her heart about to stop from fear. “I shouldn’t have to repeat myself” Leona growled at her. “And I ain't gonna, so do what I told you now!” he added moving the blade back again. This time (Y/n) sprung to her feet, not even daring to pause to put her slippers on. “Good girl” the pirate said, putting his sword away and scooping the princess up with one hand. He threw her body over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes and strode over to the window to climb down. The thought did occur to (Y/n), the one to cry out for help but she pushed it down quickly. If the pirate could break into the castle without being noticed he’d probably be very pissed about having to fight his way out. And who would he be pissed at? That's right, her. So she tried to focus on other things to keep her mind at ease. It was a nice night if nothing else, there was lavender in bloom down in the gardens and its fragrance wafted all the way up the wall. Leona’s body felt nice and warm, his shoulder muscles moving under her as he climbed down the stoney exterior of her tower. She shook her head, she should not be thinking about the pirate’s muscles no matter how nice they felt! She was being kidnapped! Yet… why? Why was she being kidnapped? Altatina wasn't a kingdom of

massive means so the pirate would not get much from ransoming her. Maybe he meant to kill her? No that couldn't be it… if he wanted to kill her he could have done so while she was asleep… No, it had to be something else. Eventually a pinch to her rear broke (Y/n) from her musings and she realized she was on Captain Kingscholar’s ship in his private quarters no less. “Oi, your highness! Are you in there?” Leona said, giving her rump a slap now and getting a yelp in response. “Oh good, now you listen up and you listen up good. Every one of my men would love to get his hands on you. I’m the only thing keeping you and your royal virtue intact” he said and then waited until (Y/n) gave a hum of understanding. “I like you and so i took you and you better get used to it” he added with no room for argument. “Y-yah-yes sir! Mister Ki- I mean Captain Kingscholar!” (Y/n) stuttered out which got a hearty chuckle from the pirate. Next thing she knew she was flat on her back on the captain’s bed with his tongue down her throat. Not knowing what else to do she kissed him back trying to make her tongue do the same thing his had. Leona entangled his fingers in her hair moaning into the kiss and not letting the young woman go until her eyes began to roll back from lack of air. (Y/n) panted as she was released from the kiss, her chest heaving and her eyelid fluttering. Maybe… just maybe if the man kept kissing her like that she could learn to like it and him too… (THE END)

#leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twst

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iambecomeyourvillain · 2 years

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okay wait i have one

cym as your favorite book quotes

*promptly forgets every book I've ever read*

@chaandsifarishpdf - "You're the person I don't need to explain myself to— not when it matters. You see everything I am, and you don't run away from it.",,, "Light it up, bitch." - house of earth and blood // "But the truth is, also, simply this: Love is indomitable." - red, white & royal blue

@confused-as-all-hell - 'There was good in people—deep down there was always a shred of good.' - throne of glass // "Through love, all is possible." - house of earth and blood. // "You gave me a key, and called it home." - all for the game.

@investmentofmyheart - 'If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.' - the cruel prince // She'd laughed, and if he could have bottled the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would've. It terrified him. - six of crows. ll "Thinking about history makes me wonder how I'll fit into it one day." - red, white & royal blue.

@thehalfbloodfreak - "We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again." Only then did she understand what would happen. A one way trip. A very hard fall. "As long as we're together," she said. (it mAdE me sCReam) - the mark of athena

@drunk-on-inejs-laughter - Something flew past me, and a blue plastic hairbrush hit Kronos in the eye. "You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush?' - the battle of the labyrinth // "You know, I get it. Being raised as a superstar must be really, really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your family thinking you’re worth a damn off the court— yeah, sounds rough. Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time. I know it’s not entirely your fault that you are mentally unbalanced and infected with these delusions of grandeur, and I know you’re physically incapable of holding a decent conversation with anyone like every other normal human being can, but I don’t think any of us should have to put up with this much of your bullshit. Pity only gets you so many concessions, and you used yours up about six insults ago. So please, please, just shut the fuck up and leave us alone. - all for the game.

@ds-umbrella-manufacturing-co - "Is that a fucking pigeon?" ,,, 'I had lost complete faith in the male population of my generation.' - reminders of him

@twelve-kinds-of-trouble - "I'm going to be straight with you." "Goody." - house of earth and blood // Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a cliff. - red, white & royal blue.

@aleenaaalii - But Bryce had rarely thought about where she’d fall on that spectrum— whether her half-Fae heritage would grant her a hundred years or a thousand. It didn’t matter, so long as Danika was there for all of it. ,,, "We're idiots." "At least you said we." - house of earth and blood // She seems like a quiet person, but not the shy kind of quiet. She’s quiet in a fierce way—a storm that sneaks up on you, and you don’t know it’s there until you feel the thunder rattle your bones. - reminders of him

@papercutsofawriter - "We’re all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.” ,,, " I’m going to hell. I’m pretty sure she’s going to drag me there herself." - punk 57

@khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq - "I thought if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire." ,,, "The phrase 'see attached bibliography' is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me." - red, white & royal blue // 'I don't mean to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.' - the folk of the air

my brain is going to shORt ciRcuiT

#there's more smh.#some other day #cym asks

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americancowgirl19 · 3 years

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Prince of Hell

Summary: You’re Esme’s brother. You two haven’t seen each other in a long time but now she needs your help to keep Renesmee safe.

Warnings: Death, violence, a little fluff and a little angst

Reader: Male Reader

Pairings: Demetri Volturi x Male Reader

Word Count: 3,108

A/n: Might make a part two

Masterlist

Esme stands in the doorway of Renesmee’s bedroom. The little girl sleeps soundly without a care in the world. Carlisle comes up behind her and embraces her tenderly.

“She’s going to be ok, we’ll protect her.” Carlisle whispers kissing the side of her head. A couple of hours earlier Alice had gotten the vision about the Volturi coming for Renesmee. They came up with the plan to find witnesses to protect her. Esme fears that it won’t be enough.

“Nothing will ever be the same,” Esme whispers. “The Volturi won’t forgive those who stand on our side. Not everyone has a coven to protect them when this is over. They could pick them off one by one when they leave.”

“We won’t force anybody to help us, they’ll know what they’re getting into.” Carlisle whispers. Esme sighs turning in his arms.

“There’s another option,” Esme whispers. Carlisle tilts his head. She slips out of his arms and leads him toward the living room where the rest of their family sits. They’re all planning on who is going to go to who.

Edward’s the first to look up. Esme has no doubt he’s reading her mind by the curious look on his face. A second later, Alice’s eyes go distant. When she comes back, her eyes fall on Esme.

“What is it?” Bella asks noticing both of their looks. Soon, everyone’s looking at Esme.

“When I was human I was married to a dangerous man,” Esme begins. “When I became pregnant I knew I couldn’t stay with him anymore but I didn’t have the money or the resources to leave,” Esme takes a seat on the plush chair toward the middle of everyone. “So, I went to my brother and told him everything. He got me out that night,” Esme smiles softly as she thinks of you. “We had been close as children but drifted apart as adults. But that night it was like nothing had changed. He took care of me, kept me safe,” Her eyes fall down into her lap. “Then I had the baby and two days later... I lost him,”

“Greyson?” Edward question remembering her son.

When Carlisle changed Esme she had a week old son named Greyson. He grew up with them after Esme learned how to control herself.. He didn’t want to become a vampire and had died of a heart attack only a decade ago.

They had been able to hide him from the Volturi. They had only found out about him when Edward went to Volterra when he believed Bella to be dead. By then, however, Greyson was dead.

“Yes, Greyson,” Esme nods. “He had a lung defect. He was supposed to be dead which is why... Why I jumped off the cliff before Carlisle found me.” Carlisle places a comforting hand on her shoulder. She smiles up at him and places her hand over his.

“How did he survive?” Bella asks.

“My brother, Y/n... He sold his soul to save my son.” Esme told them.

She remembers the day he had done it. Esme had been spiraling and you just knew she wouldn’t live in a world without her son. You couldn’t bare the thought of losing Esme and knew you had to do something to save her son.

By the time you sold your soul, Esme had already jumped off the cliff. You had a few years before the hounds of hell came to collect you. Esme stayed with Carlisle and learned control. A day before your time ended, you found Esme and gave her the five year old son.

“Sold his soul?” Emmett asks, raising an eyebrow. Esme didn’t blame them for being skeptical. There were fewer demons on Earth than vampires. The ones that were on Earth stayed hidden and played with the humans from the shadows.

“He’s a demon.” Alice whispers connecting the dots.

“A demon? Those exist?” Rosalie asks. Esme nods.

“Where do you think nightmares and tragedies come from? Deaths so unexplainable that not even a shapeshifter or a vampire can understand?” Esme asks them. “Most of them are locked away in hell and can only come up if they manage to escape or are summoned by someone. They’re stronger than a thousand newborns combined,”

“That’s why the Volturi were afraid of him,” Alice says thinking back to her recent vision. “None of their powers worked on him and he was more powerful than all of them,”

“So, how do we get in contact with this guy?” Emmett asks.

“It’s not that simple,” Esme tells him. “It’s very dangerous. If we mess up we could be releasing something far more dangerous than him. If we do it right, there’s no guarantee that he’ll help us. He’s been a demon for almost a hundred years, there’s no telling if my brother’s still... himself.”

Bella turns her head toward Edward. Esme watches them waiting for someone to say something. A few moments later, Edward looks back at Esme.

“How do we contact him?”

The moment the question leaves his lips the room drops in temperature. It’s enough to send a shiver through Jake’s spine. The lights flicker as the windows begin to be covered with frost.

“Ask nicely,” Everyone’s head turns toward the corner. Sitting in the shadows is a man dressed in black slacks and button up shirt along with an equally dark vest. His hands are hidden behind gloves with a leather jacket that reaches down to his midthigh.

“Y/n,” Esme whispers standing up. You smirk and push yourself up as well. With a snap of your fingers the lights return to normal and the frost melts away.

“Sorry for the dramatics... I like to make an entrance,” You states, a lop sided smirk on your lips. “I was in the neighborhood, thought I heard someone talking about me so I decided to drop by.” You explain sauntering into the middle of the living room. Your eyes look around, observing the home around you. “I hear you’re in a bit of a bind, little sister.”

“It’s my granddaughter... She needs your help,” Esme tells you. You chuckle darkly before spinning on your heels to look at her.

“It’s always a child with you, isn’t it?” You ask smirking. She gives you a small, unsure smile. “What do you want me to do? I can’t very well sell my soul, I already did that for your first child. One soul, one child,” You sit in a chair, draping your arm over the back, your ankle resting on your knee.

“Do you know of the Volturi?” Your eyes slide away from your sister to the pixie hair cut girl, Alice. You knew everyone in the room. You had been keeping tabs on your little sister and knew who she came in contact with and who she adopted into her family.

“Ah, yes, the Volturi,” You smirk, looking back at Esme. “They’re good for business. Send plenty of souls to hell for us to feed on,” Your comment makes most of them unease. You soak up the anxiety.

“Mommy?” You’re eyes snap to the little girl by the steps. You stand up at the same time her mother flashes beside her. You had heard about this little girl but this is the first time you’ve seen her.

“So, this is the child you so desperately want to protect,” You state, your eyes remain on the girl as you move closer.

“The Volturi believe she’s an immortal child,” Esme says.

“How idiotic,” You whisper kneeling in front of the child. “Her soul is much too bright and her heart is much too active. Hello, little one,”

“Hi,” She whispers, hugging her mothers waist. You send her a small smile and a playful wink before standing up.

“You never answered my question,” You say, turning back to Esme. “What do you want me to do? Kill the coven? Possess them? Make them fall to their knees and beg for mercy?” By the end your lips are curled into a sadistic grin.

Esme looks at you for a moment and all she can feel is sorrow. When you were human the only person you ever wanted to harm was her husband. Now, you would kill and torture without a second thought. In fact, you seemed to enjoy it.

Hell had twisted your soul into someone almost unrecognizable. She was relieved that you held a little bit of goodness in your heart to at least consider helping them.

“We just want them to leave us alone,” Esme tells you. You pout at the boring request.

“Well, I can do that,” You nod walking away from the child not failing to notice how the room relaxed as you put distance between yourself and her. “However, I don’t do anything for free anymore. I’m going to need something in return,” You whisper standing toe-to-toe with Esme. You gently brush your knuckles along her cheek like you used to when you were human and she needed to feel safe. “little sister.”

“What do you want?” Esme asks quietly. You hum stepping away from her.

“Oh, the endless possibilities,” You whisper, sitting down in the chair you had previously occupied. “How much is that little girl worth to you?” You ask the people in the room. “Are you truly willing to make a deal with the Prince of Hell?” You ask.

“Prince of Hell?” Jake asks. Your eyes flicker to him.

“Well, at least I’m not the Devil,” You joke before tilting your head side to side. “Not yet at least,” You shrug. “I’ve been in hell for 80 years... That’s human years, time moves differently down there. Once they dragged me down by my ankles I began working my way up with my hands. My ambition has payed off... Who knows, maybe in another 80 years, you’ll have had the pleasure of knowing the Devil?”

“Lucky us,” Emmett mutters.

“Yes, lucky you, indeed” You growled standing up. “I may be the Prince of Hell but I am still your older brother,” You said looking at Esme. “While my services are no longer free, I will always answer your call. You all are her family which makes you my family which means that I will aid you when you need me but like I said... I don’t work for free.”

“So, what’s your price?” Edward asks. You turn to him. You stare at him for a moment before looking around the room.

“A favor,” You tell them. “One favor,” You hold up your pointer finger and spin around for everyone to see. “A favor anybody, or everybody, in this room can fulfill,”

“And the favor?” Bella asks, tightening her hold on Renesmee. Your smirk you send her is enough to strike fear into her unbeating heart.

“I don’t know,” You shrug putting your hands behind your back. “I will come whenever I am in need of your services. You fulfill my favor and you’re free. I will make sure Renesmee is protected from the Volturi and all will be well again,”

“No,” Esme shakes her head regaining everyone’s attention. You arch an eyebrow at her. “You want someone to do you a favor, you ask me, not my family.” She says sternly. “I will not allow you to hold this over their head,” You smirk deviously.

“You’ve grown clever, little sister” You praise her. “Much smarter than you had been as a human, I’m proud.” Esme holds your gaze. “Fine,” You give in. “One favor and only Esme can fulfill it,” The rest of the family tries to argue but you ignore them and walk up to your sister. “Please don’t die before I cash that favor in,”

“You’ll know how to find me,” Esme tells you. You nod before giving her the first genuine smile you’ve given anyone in decades.

“I am truly happy to see you, little sister,” You whisper to her. You gently kiss her forehead. “Renesmee will be safe, I promise,” You vow because vanishing in thin air.

Within a few seconds, the Volturi castle began to suffer the same side effects of your arrival. All the vampires looked around as the lights flickered and frost covered the windows. When the lights went back to normal, the vampires noticed a new presence in the middle of the throne room.

A few of the Volturi guards hissed in alarm but you paid them no mind. Your eyes zeroed in on the man in the middle, Aro.

“Who are you?!” Caius shouted, standing from his throne. You ignore him which doesn’t help his temper.

“I’ve come to inform you that Renesmee Cullen is not an immortal child, she’s a hybrid. Leave the Cullens alone and I’ll allow you to live.” Aro chuckles while Caius glares harder. Marcus seemed indifferent but his eyes continued to go from you to another vampire.

“And what proof do you have to back up your statement?” Aro asks, stepping closer to you. You smirk.

“I don’t have to answer to you and I’ve already given you your warning. Shall you continue to go against the Cullens, there will be... consequences.” You warn him. “I’ll be watching,” Once the final word leaves your lips, you disappear.

“Intriguing,” Aro whispers before turning to Demetri. “Find him.” Aro orders. Demetri bows before leaving. Only problem, he can hardly feel your tenor.

You kept your eye on the Volturi. Just as you hoped, Aro didn’t stop planning against the Cullens. You were about to prepare yourself to make another appearance when you sensed something.

“I’ve never met anyone who could sneak up on me,” You state, walking to the chair to put your jacket on. “Although, you are the first who’s been able to sneak into my home.” You turn toward the intruder. He slowly comes out of the shadows.

You stare at him and tilt your head. He’s certainly one of the more attractive vampires you’ve seen. Then there’s the fact that he was able to hunt you down. You were impressed and highly curious.

“How did you find me?”

“It’s my ability... I can find anybody,” You hum moving closer to him. His scent begins to fill the room and it was slowly captivating your attention.

“But I’m not just anybody,” You whisper, inching closer to him. “Vampire abilities aren’t supposed to work on me... Not like they usually do, at least”

“And why is that?” He questions. You begin to smirk, sauntering even closer. He shifts on his feet but his eyes remain locked with yours.

“Why do you think?” You ask, not hesitating to invade his personal space. “Come on,” You whisper, taking a deep whiff of his scent. “You know the answer,” Demetri doesn’t answer. “You and your kind wonder the Earth thinking your the demons but you’re just child’s play.”

“Why do you care about the Cullens?” Demetri asks.

“I had a human life at one time, a human life I shared with a Cullen. They asked for a favor and I’m about to go back to the Volturi to finish it. Care to join me?” You ask, offering him your arm. He looks at it, pinching his eyebrows. “It’ll be a lot faster if we do this my way,” You whispers, sending him a wink.

Hesitantly, Demetri links arms with you. You grin at him and transport the both of you from your apartment to the Volturi Castle. When you arrive, Caius stands alarmed. Demetri moves to the side to stand with his fellow guardsmen.

“Aro, Aro, Aro,” You tsk slowly. “You were warned,”

“And I explained that I needed proof. I have to protect us, this child may be a threat.” Aro states.

“Maybe,” You shrug. “But you won’t be around to see it,” You tell him. A few of the vampires growl at you. You pay them no mind.

You then feel a prick in the back of your mind. A familiar feeling you get when a vampire tries to use their abilities on you. Your eyes shift to the blond girl by the steps.

“Performance issues, sweetheart?” You smirk. She snarls at you. You raise your hand to grab the vampire that tried to attack you. You grab his throat and lift him off the ground. “Sloppy,” You whisper and squeeze your hand so tight that his head just pops off. You then straight your vest and adjust your jacket. “Anyone else?” You ask, opening your arms welcomingly.

A most of the guard tries to take you down but you don’t break a sweat dismembering them. They try to use their powers but they’re ineffective on you. You turn your head and notice Demetri standing by you. He rips a nearby guard member to pieces. He turns back to you, his eyes pitch back.

You slowly grin finding his black eyes just ask attractive as his ruby red ones. Tearing your gaze from Demetri, you look back at Aro. The king hisses but before he can move you’re in front of him. You place your hand on either side of his face forcing him to look into your eyes.

“You believe vampires don’t have a soul,” You whisper. “How wrong you are,” You chuckle, feeling your eyes blazing brightly. “You have a soul... It’s just pitch black. No worries, I’ll rid you of it.” Aro begins screaming as you suck his soul out of his body.

As Aro dies in your hands, what’s left of the guard disperses. When Aro’s soul is gone, you toss his body to the side feeling refreshed. It was the first time you consumed a vampire soul. Demon usually leave vampires along but after having a taste of the power his soul gives you. You want more.

“Well, Demetri,” You hum turning toward him. “I have a mission,” You walk down the steps. “At the moment, I am known as the Prince of Hell,” Demetri raises his eyebrows at you. “I don’t plan on staying a mere prince. I want the whole kingdom, I want to be king.” You state stopping in front of him. “Consuming the souls of vampires might just give the power I need to overthrow the current monarch.”

“And?” Demetri asks. You smirk, brushing the tips of your fingers along his jaw.

“Help me, Demetri,” You whisper, loving how his name rolls off the tongue. “Help me find vampires, help me become king, and I will give you everything you desire” You promise, trailing your fingers down his throat and over his chest. “I’ll give you the world and I will give you Hell.” You smirk playfully.

“I know just where to start,”

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