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sorchathered · 1 month

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As you wish

Summary- Bob, Mickey and their girlfriends go on an adventure to the local renaissance faire, but how can Bob be expected to keep his hands or thoughts to himself when you look like the fairy princess of his wildest dreams?

Pairing- Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Warnings- language, drinking, smut, knife play if you squint.

It was probably the hottest day of the summer, but that hadn’t deterred any of you from gearing up in your painstakingly hand crafted costumes and caravanning down the highway to Escondido for the Renaissance festival. Fanboy and his girlfriend and you and your newly minted fiancée Robert Floyd had been playing dnd with a group in Coronado for about 2 years now, that’s how all of you had met. You were putting signs up for the new campaign at the library, and Bob happened upon the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, feet carrying him to the bulletin board before his brain caught up with what he was doing. He’d been shy but charming, and you had enthusiastically convinced him to join your group later in the week to try it out. He’d never played before but he new for sure that Mickey had, so with a little (a lot) of begging and promises to buy his beers at the Hard Deck that weekend, the both of them turned up at the community center in Coronado to join the band of misfits they would soon call a second family.

It had turned out to be the best decision he’d ever made if he was honest, the two of you had gone out for coffee after the first meeting and had been inseparable ever since. Two years later and he would follow you anywhere, you were quite literally like a fairy, full of bright energy, quick witted and downright ethereal with your wide shining eyes and angelic features, he truly didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. You’d kept your costume a secret all month, carefully curating little bits and pieces and as you crossed the threshold into your bedroom he had the thought to just stay home and ravish you all day. A beautiful green peasant dress was split at the hip, the skirt frilly and flowing down past your knees, with a beautiful laced up corset starting at your waist and pushing your cleavage impossibly high on your chest, he was definitely salivating and couldn’t seem to snap out of his trance until you skipped over and tapped his nose. “Hmm? What? I’m sorry baby, what did you say?” He wasn’t subtle at all and you giggled as you leaned into him to pepper kisses along his cheeks and slotting yourself between his thighs. “I take it you like what you see my strong, powerful warlock…buuuut I don’t think we have time for what you have in mind so get dressed handsome it’s time to go!” You say with a laugh as you step out of his arms and skitter down the hall with a cackle. Good Lord, he was going to lose his mind watching you all day, as he heaved himself off the bed he heard you holler down the hallway, “oh and baby just wait until you see my wings!” He groaned again at the thought and trudged to the bathroom to take an ice cold shower, grumbling about his temptress fairy princess and how he’d rather stay home.

You couldn’t have had a better time if you tried, somehow you and Mickey’s girlfriend Lana had convinced the boys to dress up as well, and you both had to admit there was something to be said about watching them walk around in billowy shirts looking like they’d just stepped out of a Tolkien novel. The boys were having the time of their lives, drinking ale from giant wooden tankards and consuming their weight in turkey legs, while the two of you girls bought glittery potion bottles and crystal necklaces from the local vendors. Finally heading home as the sun went down you peeked through the rear view at the drunken rogue and warlock passed out in your backseat and giggled, you just hoped Bob would be alert enough for what you had planned for the evening when you got home.

After safely depositing Lana and Mickey at home, your knight in shining armor clambered into the front seat, bright eyes full of mirth as he looked you over, his fingers had been itching to loosen your corset strings all day and if he was honest he was a little hard at the thought of letting you ride him with nothing but your fairy wings on. You fortunately were on the same page, impatiently ushering him through the doorway and down the hall as you groped at him and sucked on his tongue, you’d always wanted to role play as your characters but had been too scared to ask, but now looking at Bob’s flushed cheeks as he toyed with the laces of your corset you knew he was absolutely into this.

“Can I help you handsome? See something you like?” You said as you turned in his arms, looking up at him through your lashes and rubbing your body all over his. “Fu- I- I see a lot of things that I like my lady, think you should show me what’s hiding under this gown, can’t be too careful can I? Fairies are known for their trickery.” He says as he leans in to suck a mark behind your ear and begins unlacing your corset, tantalizingly slow as he continues to nibble at your neck and collarbone, nimble fingers untangling the laces and smoothing over exposed skin as your dress begins to loosen and slip from your frame. “I don’t know what you mean sir, we fairies are a peaceful lot, I would be a fool to try and get the upper hand on such a strong, powerful warlock such as you” you say with a cheeky grin, sliding the dagger you’d bought today from your thigh holster and pressing it into his side. “Hmmf, exactly like I said, tricky business dealing with fairies” he huffed out a laugh and raised his hands, letting you lower him to his knees in front of you. You switched to your normal voice as you lifted his chin, stroking the stubble that you always loved him to have on the weekends. “What’s your color baby?” “Green, so so fucking green, You’re a dream come true you know that?” He said as he smoothed calloused palms across the back of your thighs, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking it, drawing a whimper from you as you nodded furiously at him.

“If you wanted to check me for weapons all you needed to do was ask, but since I have you on your knees, why don’t you put that smart mouth to task on something useful” you said you hooked your leg over his shoulder and pulled him close to your core, as fun as the banter had been you were wound up and needed him to touch you. He ran his nose along your underwear, teasing you with little nips to the side of your thighs and pulled back to look at you again, disappointment crossed your features and he chuckled and pinched your ass from under your skirt. “I think you might want to roll for persuasion sweetheart, I could draw this out a little longer if I’m honest, but I wouldn’t be opposed to you begging for it.” You blinked down at him a little stunned, that cocky son of a bitch, he knew exactly how to play you. “Oh- oh that’s mean. Fine. Give me your dice then, I know you bought new ones today.” He definitely did buy a new set today, and he would be lying if this wasn’t absolutely hilarious to him so he pulled them from his pocket and placed them in your hand, throwing his head back and laughing at the irritated look on your face as you shook the dice and tossed them at his feet. “Ha! D20! You heard me Warlock, put that silver tongue of yours to good use or I’ll cut your throat where you stand.”

You feigned irritation but you’d get what you wanted, you both knew he’d never tell you no anyways, he ran his hands over your thighs again and began to slide your underwear down your legs, letting it dangle off the leg hanging from his shoulder and set to work, licking a stripe through your folds as he looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. Fuck he was always so good at this, eating at you in earnest as you ground against his face and tugged his hair, making out with your cunt and moaning into you like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. “Oh, oh fuck I’m there just like that” you breathed out and came hard on his tongue, he didn’t stop until you were overstimulated and pushing at him to stop, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and pulling himself up to grope your chest and kiss you. “What do you want my sweet fairy princess? I’m at your service my love.” “Want you to fuck me, need you inside me, claim me.” He was pretty sure you were trying to kill him, it wasn’t even his birthday and you were giving him his wildest dreams, he pulled the rest of your dress and corset off as you clawed at his shirt and pants trying to strip him down to nothing. Finally free of clothes his eyes roamed over you, you were perfect in every way but he still couldn’t get that one thought out of his head so he stepped around you to grab the wings you’d dropped and held them in front of you. “Can’t get it out of my head, what do you think baby? Ride me with the wings on?” He had the gall to look a little sheepish as his cheeks heated up, you’d never get over just how damn cute he was, he could be downright filthy but this is somehow what caused him to get shy on you. You slipped your arms through the holes and shoved him backwards into the bed climbing onto him and sliding his hard cock into you, rocking slowly with him as he sucked on your chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth as you cried out, oh God were you close again already? Shit maybe you two needed to start doing this more often, you felt like you were buzzing with electricity with every thrust, the small thatch of hairs at the base of him grazing your clit deliciously as you came hard for the second time, sending him tumbling over the edge with you as his teeth sank down into the juncture of your neck, painting your walls with his spend.

He made to roll you onto your back but you made him wait, your wings were expensive and you didn’t want him to crush them, so you slid them off and let them hit the floor, rolling him on top of you as you continued to kiss lazily. “Damn this could be a problem” he said with a grin and you looked up at him puzzled, “how am I ever supposed to go to dnd on Fridays with you when all I can think about is you rolling a d20 so I’d eat you out.” You both couldn’t stop your giggles, and when Friday rolled around and your DM suggested Bob roll for persuasion, you couldn’t help but giggle and wink at him, thinking about taking him home and donning your pretty wings for him again and how it should definitely become a regular event.

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scwheeler · 2 years

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🏹 ˖ ࣪⊹ — never letting go

pairing: mike wheeler x fem!reader

summary: the gang is trying to figure out who is going to get cursed by vecna next, who knew you’d get chosen and who’s going to tell mike the love of his life is going to die

warnings: season four spoilers, mike, el, jonathan, argyle, and will are in hawkins, mention of blood, violence (you’re basically max in season four of stranger things) — [bolded = upside down]

age of pairing: 15-16

♪ be running up that road ♪

♪ be running up that hill ♪

you felt a hand grab your shoulder and your blood ran cold. you froze and couldn’t move your feet. it was the feeling you got during stage fright, at least someone helps you off the stage then. your breath hitched and heart stopped.

♪ be running up that building ♪

the music coming from your walkman was becoming distant. far away. you slowly turned only to reveal mike wheeler thankfully. taking a breath of relief and letting your muscles relax. “are you okay these days? you seem on edge?” mike asked, putting his other hand on your shoulders and taking a look at both your eyes.

he examined your face for any cuts or bruises which may have forced you to become on high alert but physically you seemed fine. a little sweat but you did just come back from PE so nothing out of the ordinary. “huh—? oh no i’m fine, i’ve just been studying hard i guess. y’know pulling all-nighters and such,” you laughed it off and loosened the tight grip you had in your notebooks.

but the truth was you were on edge. scared for your life even. last week a girl named chrissy cunningham had been so-called “murdered.” which you and your friends couldn’t believe because hawkins isn’t a town where people get murdered. more like sucked into an alternate dimension that’s parallel to the human world with scary monsters that look like huge venus flytraps.

so your friends decided to look into it and now were in search of eddie munson. he was the so-called “murderer” of chrissy but it’s quite unbelievable. you didn’t know eddie personally but mike, will, and dustin did. they said he was a creep alright but wasn’t a psycho. who kills people at least.

you guys were in the woods with everyone when your nose started bleeding. wasn’t unnatural since the woods was on a hill which made the atmosphere easier to get nosebleeds from and it was dry in hawkins as always.

but something felt weird. you got them more than ten times a week and felt almost fizzing after them. headaches and nightmares were a must. were you just paranoid? from chrissy’s death? but that’s ridiculous. you’ve witnessed way more haunting and thrilling stuff in the past so this shouldn’t be much?

but it did all start happening when you saw chrissy’s body on the floor of eddie’s trailer you sort of doubt mike’s interpretation of eddie’s innocence. what if chrissy was some type of devil-cult sacrifice that eddie created. you knew hellfire was a club where the boys just played dnd whcih you’ve played before and it was just a game.

but after all of jason’s yelling and speech’s, you hated to say but you kind of believed him. it couldn’t have been the demogorgans and upside down again right? eleven and jopper had destroyed the gate and the mind flayer you thought.

“are you sure? we can take a break—we have been walking for a while now,” mike insisted taking your hand and walking you to a nearby log to sit down. you could barely focus on mike’s voice while he spoke. your head was pounding and the weird noises in the back weren’t helping.

it was like a clock but not one of those new ones but an old grandfather clock that would be in a film like peter pan. you put your head on mike’s shoulder to try to stop the feeling of your head spinning yet you felt as if you rode the carousel too many times and was going to throw up. “hey you okay? guys! stop! i need help! i think y/n—

the room went dark.

the feeling stopped, everything stopped. you lifted your head from what you thought was mike’s shoulder but it was nothing. you looked around and it was empty. you were standing in a black room. but there were no walls. there was no sky or floor. there was water covering the ground.

the panic set in. the familiar feeling of your blood running cold and heart stopping was kicking in. “mike! mike! el! dustin! max! lucas! will! mike!” you called out for everyone. every single one of your friends. you called name after name. your parents too. but nothing helped.

you felt trapped even though there was nothing holding you. you were alone. until you weren’t. you called out one last time, “mike!” and someone responded but not mike.

“y/n. it’s time.”

“NO! NO!” you screamed and ran. you had no sense of direction and no idea of where you were going but you had to try something. the floor collapsed into itself and you fell into a hole. falling felt like hours. you tried holding onto something, anything. but there was nothing around.

your back hit hard on the floor. you touched the grass surrounding you. you quickly sat up and looked around. it was a cemetery. suddenly it began to rain but you didn’t get wet. you couldn’t even feel the water droplets hit your body. you could see it and not feel it.

“y/n, i’m sorry. i really tried—we really tried to save you but it was too late,” the voice broke down into crying and you cautiously turned to face your worst nightmare.

“y/n! WAKE UP! please! wake up!” mike shouted shaking your shoulders and calling over the others for help. “y/n! wake up!” dustin and will yelled. “oh shit shit shit!” max repeated and everyone began to panic. “what the fuck do we do!” lucas asked looking around for an answer.

“g-get the phone! in the car and ask nancy, robin, and steve if they found a cure—or anything to save them from the curse!” mike instructed while el pleaded you to wake up. dustin, max, and lucas rushed down the hill to the car to find the phone.

mike was crying in will, el, and dustin’s arms while max and lucas were comforting each other steve, nancy, and jonathan stood behind them trying not to break down on the grass. your parents were in white chairs crying with each other. you walked up to them, “what’s going on?” but no one responded.

as soon as you brushed past them they dissolved, leaving the only thing there, a tombstone. a large gray one with a curved top and dozens of flowers in front. white lillie’s were most of them, the flowers mike would give you on every single date. you fought back a few back tears and carefully kneeled in front of the tombstone, revealing a name:

“y/n y/l/n, loved by many.”

there was another line with smaller text which you could barely read so you squinted your eyes and knelt more down only to see, “it was their time” carved in a much more threatening font. you jumped back and scrambled to stand up in fear. you heard footsteps behind you and when you blinked the grass and tombstone were gone.

it was the dark black background now with the water floor and no walls. you didn’t want to turn around. it was a hand on your shoulder like earlier. but the grip tightened. you knew it wasn’t mike. you stood straight and froze in fear.

“it’s time y/n, time for you to join me.” the voice uttered with such a heavy deep voice you were already freaked out even without witnessing who it was. “but i…i don’t want to go,” you mumbled and felt a tear slip out of your right eye.

with the grip still on your shoulder, a dark figure was stepping closer towards you. you then turned around and saw no one and turned back around to see a disfigured, skull-like creature staring at you. it was towering over you, using its height as an advantage to scare you.

you gulped and blinked back the tears from streaming down your face. “please,” you begged but didn’t dare to move a muscle. your body was tense, holding back from any movement that would cost you your life.

“mike! mike! i have them on the phone!” dustin shouted while running to mike. “they say it’s music??!!” lucas said while giving the phone to mike. nancy answered ‘it’s music mike! music can reach parts of the brain that words can’t! it’s the only thing that can bring her out of her trance!”

mike instantly opened the bag you were holding the entire trip and dumped the valuables onto the ground. the group helped look through all the stuff until mike found your walkman and now was searching the tapes.

“what song does she like?!” max shouted, busily opening pockets and pouches. “madonna, bowie, music mike music!” dustin yelled. mike tried to think, until it popped into his head.

kate bush.

“kate bush! it’s kate bush! running up that hill!” mike scrambled the tapes to find the purple-white cover with kate bush. “found it!” el shouted and handed it to mike who put it into the walkman and put them on your ears just as your body levitated off the ground. the group all took a step back and stared as your body was lifted up in the air.

♪ it doesn’t hurt me ♪

♪ do you wanna feel how it feels? ♪

the creature now recognized as vecna had you in a chokehold. you were pushed up against a tree like surface, lifting your feet from the ground.

♪ do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me ♪

you distantly heard a song. it was little to no sound but it was definitely there, the faint lyrics were easily recognizable to your ears. it was the song you played non-stop throughout the last month. kate bush.

♪ do you wanna hear about the deal that i’m making? ♪

♪ you ♪

♪ it’s you and me ♪

the background wasn’t black anymore, it was revealed to be a dark red surrounding with clouds fading in the sky and broken houses and doors all over. the ground was sticky and rocks were floating in the sky.

♪ and if i only could ♪

♪ i’d make a deal with god ♪

but through the dark clouds, you saw a small opening. it looked like a gate. you saw your friends jumping up and waving their arms, trying to get someone’s attention. you looked past vecna’s grip and saw they were trying to get your attention.

♪ and i’d get him to swap our places ♪

you heard their voices. them yelling for you. trying to save you. you saw mike, shouting your name and hoping you’d come back to him. but something was preventing you from running to them.

♪ be running up that road ♪

vecna had his hand in front of your face, prepared to dig his nails into your head and end your life once in for all. his power was forcing you to stay frozen in place. but you felt something else. a different feeling.

♪ be running up that hill ♪

a good feeling.

♪ be running up that building ♪

memories. you saw flashbacks of when you first met the party at school. a few bullies were picking on them and you decided to stick up for them. they were your friends ever since.

you remembered the day el had joined your group, finding her in the woods in the rain after will’s disappearance and the day mike jumped off the cliff but el saved him. you never had felt more worried in your life that day.

and the snow ball where that was the first time you kissed mike. during the slow dance to ‘every breath you take.’ you felt as if you were on top of the world at that moment. you smiled so brightly, there might’ve been a power outage and you remember when you pulled away he whispered, “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”

the day at the arcade where you tried to comfort mike when finding out someone beat dustin at dig dug. someone named mad max? then you became best friends with her overnight when she taught you how to skateboard.

when the boys taught you how to play dnd and spent more than fourteen hours in mikes basement trying to understand and teach you.

the day at the star court mall with max and el trying to help el get some new clothes and up her fashion. later having a sleepover at el’s house and spying on the boys with her powers.

when the fire at star court began and billy was killed by the mind flayer in front of you. mike had tried to hold you back but you ran to max and tried to prevent her from seeing the gruesome reality.

the first day of highschool where you sat down at mike’s table and eddie scared the living daylights out of you because he thought you were one of those preppy bitches.

mike sneaking through your bedroom window every single friday since the start of highschool to watch movies, sleep, or just talk. the way he would get you flowers every single time and always white lillies. never missing out one day, even when you were sick with the flu and so he got it two days later and his parents let you just stay in his room together.

then you remembered you shut him out, in an attempt to hide your feelings and worries from him. you stopped talking to him and the rest of your friends. you thought he would try to come back to you but you assumed he gave up and only talked to you as a friend now. but you wouldn’t blame him. you let him go and he did the same.

♪ it’s you and me ♪

♪ it’s you and me, won’t be unhappy ♪

you gasped and came back to reality, knowing what you had to do. you looked at your friend once more before acting. you grabbed a handful of vecna’s veins and pulled them out which made him release the grip around your neck. you fell to the ground and didn’t think again as you started to run.

♪ and if i only could ♪

♪ i’d make a deal with god ♪

♪ and i’d get him to swap our places ♪

you didn’t stop running and didn’t even look back. you knew vecna was probably watching you but it didn’t stop you from running. your feet splashed the water on the path and you felt the ground shake. rocks and rubble fell from the sky, trying to block your path.

♪ be running up that road ♪

you fell to the ground a couple of times but you got back up. you were close. so goddamn close. you could almost feel your friends hugging you tightly. then it went pitch dark.

♪ be running up that hill ♪

♪ be running up that building ♪

you felt the warmth of a familiar person and the sound of little chatter and sighs of relief. you gasped and panicked for a moment but you fell into the arms of mike wheeler. the real mike wheeler. he hugged you tight as you heard his voice break,

“im never letting you go, okay you hear me y/n, i’m never letting you go.”

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler #mike wheeler x reader #mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x you #st 4 vol 2 #stranger things #stranger things 4 #mike wheeler #mike x reader #finn wolfhard

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moxie-moon · 15 days

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I guess this is my intro post lol, It’s lengthy

So, this is almost a role play account, with exceptions for things like fan art, or side story’s. On posts or rebloggs that don’t have anything to due with the role play, OORP will be marked in the captions.

The role play is a girl named Moxie Moon, who’s technically really old and ancient, but in human years is only 19. She’s from a planet called D66, and is technically what we would call an Elf or Witch, but a very spiritual creature is the best way to put it. (Spoiler alert, she’s based off of my DND character lmao-under the class of wizard)

She has short, almost choppy, dusky purple hair above her shoulders. It is usually in two French brains or tucked behind her ears, though would leav it down and wavy for a nice event. She has very pale, rosy skin and grey colored eyes. Four mains scars, one across the left side of her lip, one from right below her left eye, crossing her nose and ends on her right cheek. On her left cheek, directly below her eye, is an almost perfectly star-shaped scar, from something that only could occur on D66, and the smallest bullet scar known to man. Ironic, and almost too comical to Moxie. Though this happened before she traveled, or shall I say, got banished to now earth, so she was only 10 in human years.

Being a witch, she was able to learn the culture and languages of earth very quickly, and adapt to the new normals. On D66, it was cold, and very futuristic. Unthinkable technology the human mind could not comprehend, nor have the supplies to ever conjure up. Though she had to leave her home behind, she had no choice of going back.

She was always a curious girl growing up. Never satisfied, and constantly felt the need for more knowledge of what she hadn’t learn yet. So, after she attempted to search for books on the history of D66, the Overlord known as Haintess, bounded Moxie to earth as punishment. Though, due to her found cleverness and awareness, she quickly adjusted to her surroundings. She grew in woods, finding her needed supplies for survival in abandoned, or small villages. The one weapon that was the same from D66 and earth however, was a bow and arrow. Though there were no such thing as multiplying arrows, she gained such control of a bow that she could split six in half in one target. (If you don’t understand what I mean think of the Merida scene in Brave where she splits one down the middle of another) this, and throwing knives were her strong suits. Though, you wouldn’t want to see her near a boxes of matches, because she would some how find a way to set the whole village on fire just by looking at a flame. Because of the extreme cold on D66, fire was never a concept, and long story short, no one there was aware of the flames, causing her to be TERRIBLE at dealing with it. Because she was only 10 when she was banished from her home, she never underwent any spell classes nor had any access to the right books, though if she could lay her hands on one, we all know she’d be able to figure something out.

Moxie is quick and witty, though not the most graceful. Even though technically she COULD run fast, she’d face plant within two steps. So, she might be clever, but not agile whatsoever.

Special Interests of Moxie because why not!

Likes

-drawing/art

-romantic poetry

-books

-the color purple

-unique style

-gothic buildings

-her found cat Elliot

-sleep and coffee beans

-flower crowns

-crows

Dislikes

-SLAM POETRY

-most men.

-D66

-barbariens

-hats

-screams

-her perfectionism

Anyways, that’s all:) I will post art and stories!

#love poem #reading #role play #moxie #moon #original character #oc #backstory #3am #witch #tumblr #pls somebody see this #:3

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niennandil-me-writes · 2 years

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ace up their sleeve

CN: alcohol, gambling

[a small part of the backstory of one of my new dnd characters]

"I've been in chains since I was nothing but a kid We don't know freedom, not quite sure that we ever did Now that we have it, how will we make use of it? We've been committed now to what do we all commit? I used to have a home, now I don't even have a name"

Emilie Autumn - One Foot in Front of the Other

You didn’t just ask questions in the Feywild. That was one of the first things they had learned. Don’t ask open questions, don’t ask anything at all if you can help it. Don’t give anyone an easy way to impose their reality on yours. And so they hadn’t asked what kind of food or drink this tavern served, or what was charged for it, just ordered and said with conviction that they would pay later. The waiter – a person who was either a humanoid with a donkey head or a donkey walking on two legs – had scoffed, looking them up and down, but he had brought them a mug of ale and a bowl of something that might have passed for stew if it hadn’t been way too bright red in hue. While they hungrily shoveled the sludge into their mouth, they scanned the tavern. It did good to be alert in these parts.

There was a group of grung sitting at the bar counter, drinking a golden beverage through curving and looping straws. At the other end of the tavern, there was a satyr smoking from a pipe which he now and then offered to the guests sitting close by, filling their entire half of the room with rainbow-colored clouds that smelled of dried-up autumn. A shadow creature with a grin filled with sharp teeth was dodging between the patrons, balancing a cup of steaming hot chocolate with rainbow sprinkles and a plate of pancakes covered in molasses towards a table where a seemingly human girl was waiting for her meal. On the other end of the room, a heated card game was taking place, participants heaping little treasures on the table as bets.

“What’s this, then?” a hairless Tabaxi asked, holding up a fist-sized object that someone else just put down. “Broken watch?”

“A compass.”

“Broken compass, then,” the Tabaxi said. “I’m piss drunk, but I know where north is.”

“Points to your responsibilities,” the owner explained.

“That’s why it’s pointing to the bar,” the donkey-waiter said while passing by. “Pay your tabs, Kitty.”

They listened up at that. Leaving their half-eaten meal behind for whatever thief or pixie to find, they walked over to the table. “You got room for one more.” Keep your voice up, make it an assumption, not a question.

Raised glances pointed at them, annoyed at the intruder, but curious, too.

“Are you even old enough for gambling, child?” the Tabaxi asked. An indignant question – presuming them both a child and someone who stuck to human rules – but an opening as well.

“Sure I am,” they said, keeping their voice steady, asserting their own reality. They belonged here.

“Take a seat, kid.” The dealer – why was there a dealer here in this sleazy tavern, acting like it was a casino? – was the only one in the group who seemed relaxed, but the others seemed to take over his attitude now, making room for the new player.

“You know how to play, I assume,” the dealer said. He wasn’t as strange as some other patrons of the tavern, but even so, they had never dealt with a talking skeleton before. Walking? Yes. Fighting? Yes. Fully capable of killing them? Sometimes. But they had never met one you could have a conversation with.

“Sure I do,” they said, trying to keep their confidence, even though the only time they had played cards was with their sibling in the garden over biscuits and tea, and they doubted this was that kind of game.

“Simple, really,” the skeleton said. “You gotta place a bet for every card you get, maximum of five. At the end – no matter if you folded – you add the numbers on the cards, highest amount wins. Joker’s as big as the highest value but a null on its own, if you get a reverse card, keep it, that’s not supposed to be in there. Also, the cards are marked and counted” – he ran his bone fingers through the deck, dropping cards on the floor – “108 to be exact, and the tables are numbered as well, but there’s a reason for that. Any questions?”

They shook their head.

“Good, then you already know how to play.” He winked, in a way a skeleton shouldn’t be able to.

“What’re you placing?” a pale person with too many eyes asked.

The counterquestion was burning on their tongue. They didn’t want to bet too much, but betting too little would get them laughed at, or worse: sent away.

“Don’t ask questions if the answer is important.” That’s what the tall lady with the cloak of book pages had said. “Reality is malleable where you are going. Keep your reality for yourself.”

But the other person had asked. And now they got to decide what an appropriate answer was. They looked at the treasures and trash already spread across the table – bundles of herbs, blood red chalk, a gemstone that held a living flame – and then took the piece of ivory that was meant to pay for their food from their pocket. “Unicorn,” they said by way of explanation.

There were some raised eyebrows, but the company seemed to accept, and the skeleton dealt them a card. Nine. That didn’t seem bad. The drawing on the card depicted an elf sleeping on the bank of a river.

Everyone having one card, the company continued betting. The creature with too many eyes set two of them to the table and received a card in return. A white Harengan, seeming nervous, announced he needed to go, leaving his bet on the table. A Drow emanating a smell of fish protruded a magnifying glass from her robes, which only enlarged important things while trivia or falsehoods appeared smaller through it. A small fairy offered a thimble filled with a red liquid he swore was an extremely potent healing potion. A bloated creature with the head of a shark set down the pedigree papers of the horned dog resting at his feet (after some questions he clarified that he was betting the papers, not the dog, who seemed unimpressed). The Tabaxi threw in a necklace of teeth. A seemingly human man in a hunter’s cloak set down a glass vial filled with a black oily liquid. The person in the black hood who had bet the compass placed a comb made from mother of pearl on the table. The remaining two players folded as well.

It was their turn now. While watching, they had considered what else they could bet. It was not like they had much on them. Finally, they took the cold iron knife from their belt, and half the company flinched away. An invaluable weapon in these parts, and if they met the person in the black hood alone in the woods, they could just take the compass from them at knife-point. Like this, surrounded by dozens of witnesses, only half of whom had faerie blood in them, all it was good for was trading it for another card. A six. Well, that just seemed a mockery. This card had an entirely different design than the one they already held, the number represented by six yellow and red bells rather than in writing.

Around the table the bets went again: More eyes, a flute made of a crab leg, a diamond the size of speck of dust, a bundle of catnip, a red piece of string which (the man in the hood said) had once connected lovers, and some more folds. They couldn’t even judge the value of most of the items, but there seemed to be some rhyme to it, judging by the hums of approval and disapproval, and the way some of them bit their lips as they rummaged through their bags and cloak pockets. The bets seemed much more important than the cards, which were regarded only briefly. Another player joined them as well, a lanky creature trading a vial of werewolf blood for two cards.

Their turn again. They took the necklace of talismans and warding charms from around their neck. Most scoffed at that, but the lanky creature seemed interested, though her pitch-black eyes were directed at them, not the necklace. The card they received was an eight. They tried to keep the smile off their face.

And on it went, more bets being placed, more folds. And their turn again. They took the woven bracelet off their wrist.

“We’re past the decorations,” the Tabaxi said.

“A hag made it for me,” they explained. “A charm. Spun by the cursed.”

“Listen, kid, I didn’t just set a bag with my own balls in it on the table for you to bet a piece of cloth.”

They opened their mouth, and then closed it again.

“If you don’t have anything else of fair value, just fold,” the fairy said.

They couldn’t leave now. Not with all their treasures set on the table. Their heart beat in their chest up to their neck, like it wanted to jump out. And it knocked against the hard flat object they kept under their shirt.

“What can I do?” they had asked the lady in the cloak of paper pages, after she had told them who had taken away their twin and where they went.

The lady, who called herself the Librarian, had explained to them the ins and outs of the Feywild then. How in some places the inhabitants couldn’t tell lies, and in others they told only lies but coated in sugar. That there were no maps of the place, and never a sure way of knowing where you were going. She had spoken warnings to them, and encouragement.

And still they had begged for one more thing. Something to trade in, something to offer the Archfey who had stolen their twin away, to pay for their return.

She had looked so sad then. “I can give you one thing. But I might ask for something in return someday. I’m a librarian, not a giver of gifts, and my books are only lent, not given away.” She had led them to a part of their parents’ library they had never seen, then, and taken out a book from its shelves. “Don’t look into it, don’t try to read it”, she had said. “But this should be worth one soul at least. Though I cannot promise she will take up the offer.”

They needed this book. They needed it to trade. But how would they ever get a chance to trade it if they never found their twin or the person who had taken them? And they were at twenty-three. They could win this. All of it. The compass and everything they had bet and all the other things on the table which could buy them food and better clothes and maybe a comfortable room at the tavern for a night.

They slid their hands under their shirt and took the bag that was strapped around their chest, taking out the book and placing it on the table. The Tabaxi scoffed again, but the rest of their party seemed content, and the Drow leaned forward. Her heart seemed to be beating faster as well, or at least there was something squirming under her robes. The skeleton handed out the card. Five. Not bad, but not good either.

So it went. After this round, there were only four more players left taking new cards: Themself, the creature that had started with too many eyes and now had too little, the Tabaxi and the Drow.

Their turn. They looked around. A lot of people who had folded were chewing their lips, while others seemed confident in the cards they had. The Tabaxi was too drunk to make good decisions, that much was clear. Twenty-eight wasn’t enough to win, they knew that. But what else did they have to bet?

“I can bet a memory,” they said. They had already sold some of those, and every time they had promised themself it would be the last time. But this was how things stood.

Their offer elicited laughter around the table.

“Don’t you think the people here already have memories enough that they want to be rid of?” the hunter asked with raspy voice.

“I have good memories.” They knew there was too much doubt in their voice to sell it.

“What else you got?” the Tabaxi asked.

They remembered the bakery they had slipped into a few days ago, just to warm themself from the freezing wind creeping under their cloak, finding themself staring at giant loaves of bread, still steaming from the oven heat, cakes decorated with cream and fruit or dripping with honey, biscuits in all colours of the rainbow and then some more. The smell alone was enough to make their mouth water. The woman with the cotton candy hair and an apron woven from mist had smiled at them, a warm smile, and asked them if they’d like to have anything. With trembling voice they had offered to pay with pixie dust, all they had on them at that point. Still smiling, the baker had shaken her head but then offered them to let them have anything in the bakery if they gave her but one thing. Back then, they had reacted in panic, shaken their head and left the house, running away as fast as they could.

Now they said: “My name.”

Stupid.

“I can bet my name.”

Stupid stupid.

At least it made the people around the table shut up. The creature with no eyes tilted its head. The Drow’s lips curled into a smile. The Tabaxi seemed very nervous all of a sudden. The person who had bet the compass leaned forward again. Their features were still unfathomable under the hood, but two blue gleaming dots appeared that might have been eyes. Other people from around the tavern were drawn close now.

It was the skeleton that broke the silence. “Sure you wanna do that, kid? You know what power a name has?”

“I’m not a kid,” they said. “And I know what I’m doing.” They hoped they sounded more confident than they felt. ��My name as my last bet for the fifth card. Whoever wins gets to keep it.”

“Is not a nickname, right?” the Tabaxi asked, still nervous but also suspicious. “Like, none of those wrong names business.”

“My given name,” they said.

“Damn, kid,” the Tabaxi said. “You’re not joking around, are ya?”

They didn’t know what they had imagined trading away your name would look like, but what they hadn’t expected was a skeleton handing them a little piece of ripped off paper and a chewed-on pen. They wrote the name down between smudged notes and then placed the strip of paper on the table among all the other treasures.

The skeleton dealt them another card. They picked it up but didn’t dare look at it yet.

This being the last round, everyone around the table set down their cards, announcing their score by the order that they had received their last card. The ones who had folded early barely had anything over a twenty. Only the fairy held a twenty-nine in their three cards. Then the final five:

“Thirty-four,” said the hooded person.

“Thirty,” said the eyeless creature.

“Eight,” scoffed the Tabaxi and then called to the waiter for more ale and a bundle of new catnip he couldn’t pay for.

“Thirty-two,” said the Drow, looking in disappointment at the book.

And now, they had to turn the card around. They stared at the number in disbelief.

“Well,” the skeleton said.

“Twenty.” Their voice was toneless. They rubbed their thumb over the card, like that would make the little minus symbol next to the eight disappear. From the corner of the card, a kobold was laughing at them.

The person in the black hood nodded in approval. “I win.” They started collecting their prize, letting the objects disappear in the folds of their cloak one by one. The other patrons gradually left the table, disappointed, ruined, or glad they had stopped betting early. The skeleton collected the cards. The hooded person put the slip of paper carrying the name into a little pocket at their chest. Then they reached for the compass.

“Wait!” the nameless called out.

The winner tilted their head in question. Their eyes were still burning blue. The skeleton looked up from the cards he was shuffling.

“One last game,” the nameless demanded.

The hooded person looked at them. “You don’t have anything left to bet.”

They knew their next words were a mistake. “Your compass against my True Name.”

It was like all sounds in the room were suddenly stopped, the talk, the laughter, the moving of chairs, even the noises from the kitchen were gone. Then the skeleton continued shuffling the cards.

“Do you know what you are doing, kid?” he asked.

They nodded. “Yes.” If their voice was confident enough, they could make it true.

“Do you know your True Name, child?” the person in the hood asked.

“No,” they said. “But that makes it even more valuable, doesn’t it?”

The talk had seemingly broken the spell because all of a sudden the noise returned, dozens of people talking to them all at once, concerned voices begging them to reconsider, others advising them to play for more, someone whispering in their back why they would bet on it if they could trade it and that they would pay them greatly for their True Name. The nameless shut all the voices out and stared into the darkness beneath the hood.

“I’m not a cheat,” the hooded person said then. “I’m betting a fair value for that.” They removed all their little prizes from their cloak again and placed them on the table. All except for the piece of paper, the nameless noticed, but they didn’t bring it up. Their eyes were fixed on the compass, as they said: “Winner takes all, then. One card.”

The gleaming blue eyes disappeared as the other lowered their head in a nod. The skeleton placed one card in front of each of them. The nameless picked it up with both hands, trying to keep them from trembling. Slowly, they lifted it up and looked it in the face. They could feel the colour draining from their cheeks, cold washing through their body originating from the lump of ice that must have formed in their stomach and reached all the way to the tips of their fingers A singular spade stared at them.

Their opponent placed their card on the table. “Well, child, can you beat that?”

They didn’t have to look at it. They knew the result.

“I win,” they announced and played their ace.

There was a hum going through the watching crowd. Doubt was running high in the tavern. Good.

“7 beats 1,” the person in the black hood said. An assertion, not a question this time. They had realized their mistake.

“The ace is the highest card in the suit,” the nameless one said. “Every child knows that. After all, everyone knows the saying of having an ace up your sleeve. Nobody would cheat using the lowest card.” They picked their words carefully, cautious to not let even a rhetorical question slip in there.

The doubt turned to agreement. It made sense. Sayings were worth their weight in gold in these parts.

“Ace beats 7,” they said, putting as much conviction as they could muster into their voice. “I win.”

“Congrats, kid,” the skeleton said, and that was when they finally allowed themself to sigh in relief. The other patrons cheered for them, the Tabaxi slapped their shoulder by way of congratulations, the Drow offered to buy them a drink, and their opponent glared at them from beneath the hood, their eyes flaring violet now and illuminating their face, sharp and hateful features with bone growths puncturing their skin.

The nameless took the compass first and put it safely in an inner pocket of their cloak. Then they quickly grabbed whatever else was useful: the knife, a stronger talisman and some of the smaller treasures they could trade for food. They were reaching for the book when the hooded person demanded in a voice that was no longer calm: “Well, a graceful winner as you are will surely allow me to win back my losses, as I did for you.”

“No,” they said. And then, louder: “Drinks are on me. Just tell the kind person in the hood what you’d like.”

Immediately, the crowd moved in on the person in the hood, yelling for ale and beer and hot chocolate, and the nameless person dodged between them. From the corner of their eye, they saw a tentacle sticking out from the Drow’s chest grab the book and disappear it in her robes while she feigned interest at the shark-headed creatures’ talk about his dog. The nameless decided to accept their loss rather than risk further complications and snuck out of the tavern room and into the gloomy twilight of the woods. When they had brought some distance between themself and the tavern, they halted and took out the compass. The needle was pointing deeper into the woods and they turned to follow it, nameless now, but a whole lot less lost.

#my writing #oc writing #ash (like from fire)#if you spot all the references in this i'll write something about their twin

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all-pacas · 2 years

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anyway here’s my new dnd character’s backstory spoiler alert she’s a disaster idiot running around like GREETINGS, FELLOW HUMANS constantly

Once upon a time, a certain husband and wife in a certain city wished for success and fortune for themselves and their children. Hearing their plight, a kindly Fey offered his aid, to bless and bring them wealth. In exchange, he asked only for their newborn daughter: but the husband and wife had only sons, and so agreed.

Three years later, a daughter was born to them as foretold. They swaddled her in cloth and told friends and gods that they had had yet another son — but seven days after her birth, the kindly Fey appeared once more in their mansion for the child. Weeping, the husband and wife surrendered the girl. “Excellent,” said the Fey: “I have wanted another girl child for some time now. By the way, may I have her name?”

Hyacinth grew up as one of the many children of an Archfey of the Feywilds, one who has long had the eccentric habit of collecting children from the Material Plane. He finds them exotic and interesting (he is uninterested in elves and half-elves), how fast they grow, how strange they look: Hyacinth is the third of eleven in all, a human among halflings, dwarves, gnomes, orcs, and goblins.

She did not have a bad childhood, but a strange one. Growing up in a palace of glass and flowers and endless sunset, whose corridors grew and stretched according to her father’s whims, Hyacinth — and her siblings — were treated as beloved and exotic pets. The Archfey would praise them, teach them, show them off to guests and have them perform at parties. He would delight in their quirks and likes and dislikes, would never raise a hand against them and would punish severely those who would harm or mistreat them — you cannot harm pets — but he did not, either, treat Hyacinth or her siblings are true sentient beings. Still, Hyacinth grew up relatively happily, and is very close to both her older and younger siblings, in particular Campanula, her eldest sister (haling, maybe 4-5 years older), and Fennel, her youngest and newest sister (human, around eight years old).

It was a strange childhood. Hyacinth had run of most of the palace and its grounds, and loved to explore all of its nooks and crannies and magical flowers and mists. The room she shared with her sisters was large and comfortable, full of trinkets and fancies for their use and entertainment (but few if any books: the Archfey didn’t see a need to educate his children in anything beyond performance and arts). There is no true night in the Feywild, only endless sunsets and slow moving time, and much of Hyacinth’s time was spent in leisure and play and exploration.

The Archfey encouraged all his children to learn skills and tricks to perform on cue: in this Hyacinth was somewhat lacking compared to her siblings. She can play a bit of music, do a bit of tumbling and gymnastics, but she is not incredibly skilled at these things. Nor is she the most magically inclined of her family, terribly strong, or terribly beautiful.

Self-conscious of the last upon hitting puberty and growing tall and lanky and awkward instead of graceful and willowy, Hyacinth asked her father if he could make her beautiful like Campanula. The Archfey chuckled: he had not picked any of his children for beauty, as none could be beautiful compared to himself. But as a gift to one of his dear pets, he gave her a mark on her right hand: a green leaf tattoo that would bud and flower in spring and summer, turn red and wilt and frost in fall and winter.

Over the years, the tattoo has blossomed and continued to grow: up Hyacinth’s arm and shoulder, down her ribs and side and leg, up her neck and ear and face. The right side of her body is slowly giving way to this large tattoo’d vine, which continues to change color and shape with the seasons. In the past year or so, Hyacinth’s right eye has also changed: from its natural gray to a bright, unworldly green. The tattoo has no magic outside of its appearance: it clearly marks Hyacinth as fey touched, all but screaming her involvement with the Feywild at a glance, but it doesn’t give her any skills or stats beyond its appearance.

Hyacinth never outgrew her lankiness, even as a young adult. And while some of her siblings have other similar gifts or markings from their father: a jeweled collar here, magical flowers that bloom from one’s hair there, hers is by far the most obvious.

The Archfey would often tell his children the stories of how they came to him. This one was given by his parents to avert a famine; that one was found in the ruins of a dragon attack; but most were surrendered in exchange for a blessing as Hyacinth was. To his eyes, he had rescued and collected all his children and provided them with lives of comfort and luxury. Amongst themselves, the children would sometimes wonder and speculate. Although all had been born in the Material Plane, all had been infants when removed from it, and no one really knew what it was like. Some of the fey or creatures who lived or visited or lurked in the palace would sometimes tell stories or tall tales, but you couldn’t really trust them. And the Archfey provided no books or tutors.

Hyacinth in particular burnt with curiosity. Her parents had tried to hide her. Surely they had wanted her? But then why had they given her up? Maybe they did know that she would live a life of perfection and wonder in the Feywild, but then why had they tried to hide her? And in her story, she had older brothers. What were they like? Were they anything like Aster (human) and Anemone (half-orc), her elder brothers here? Hyacinth was quiet and sneaky, and took to listening at doors and watching her father, who sometimes still went to the Material Plane in search of amusement or more pets. She decided she wanted to visit the Material Plane as well, that exotic, ugly, dirty place.

She asked her father. Amused, but firm, he told her no. It was not for her. She would get lost and hurt and be sad and cold and hungry.

But Hyacinth went anyway.

One day while spying on her father, he opened a portal to the Material Plane. She slipped through before it closed after him, and found herself in a gray, wet place. The rain was not perfumed and pink, but cold and sharp on her skin. The streets were muddy and hard, the buildings squares and blocks and sharp-cornered, the people — oh! They looked like her! There was no music. It was dark.

Hyacinth spent her first night on the Material Plane huddled in an alley, confused and overwhelmed. The next day, she was swindled: hungry and naive, she traded her fine robes and baubles for a bit of bread and cheese to eat. She learned she was in a place called Waterdeep. She got used to the ugliness. The lack of music. The weather.

She had always been quiet and sneaky: she stole a new cloak from a washing line, and a sheet she tore into bandages to cover her right arm: with her arm covered and hood up, she drew far less attention. She stole more clothes, leaving the last of her feywild silks behind: she stole food, she listened in doors and shops, she learned what money was and how to use it. She asked about families who had lost baby daughters (or sons: she had siblings to think about). Certain that her father would be looking for his lost pet, she began to call herself Zephyr, or Zeph, after an old fairytale about a wind elemental who killed Hyacinth, the sun’s lover.

Six months have passed. She’s more or less used to the Material Plane now. The cold and aches and gray and weather. All these people, all this stuff. People talk about so many things! There are so many things here, not just music and flowers and sunsets: taxes and griffons and parades and laws and food and wages and clothes and books and construction work and gossip and patching clothes and tomatoes and ale and adventures and dragons. She listens, and steals when she needs something, and loses track of what coin she has, and everywhere she goes, asks: “Have you ever heard of a family that gave away their child?”

POSSESSIONS:

Piecemeal clothes, all stolen, none matching.

A fine dagger with a hilt decorated to look line vines. Fey-made but un-enchanted: it’s a normal dagger, just nice looking.

Thief’s tools, pieced together like her wardrobe.

No money: she just spent 15 silver on a bowl of soup (she is still not very good at this whole money thing; can’t you just take what you want? when she picked up a dropped cloth for the tavern owner, he said thank you, and so shouldn’t the soup have been free?).

Now that it is fall, her tattoo is turning orange and gold.

APPEARANCE:

Tall, but not as tall as she looks: Zeph is lanky, all arm and leg, and living on the street has caused her to loose weight, giving the impression that she is all limbs, which also isn’t helped by her stolen clothes not actually fitting.

Fair skinned, freckled and a bit sunburnt. One gray eye and one a bright, unnatural green. Her hair is dirty blonde and in that scraggly, unkempt state that happens when you start to grow out short hair: she has an undercut going where her tattoo reaches up to her hairline, which only adds to the scraggily impression.

She appears to be around twenty, although Zeph herself isn’t sure: time moves weird in the Feywild, the sun never rises or sets, and seasons last only as long as is interesting. When she got her tattoo, it became easier for her to track the years, so she knows it’s been about ten years since then. But how old was she when she got it? Anywhere from 10-13?

OTHER:

She has no idea what her name is. It was given to her father by her birth parents, and Hyacinth (and Zephyr) is an ease-of-use nickname, not her name. Nor does she know her birth day, or birth season, and especially not her birth year. One of the reasons she’s so keen on finding her birth family is to actually learn her name. As her father has it, he has power and control over her, and all her siblings. She finds it difficult to disobey him, especially direct commands (such as, “stay out of this room”). He also always can find his children — in the Feywild, at least. Zeph is hopeful that doesn’t apply to the Material Plane. After all, he hasn’t come to bring her home so far!

#all my dnd characters are out of place idiots with complicated parental relationships trying to figure out who they are WHOOPS

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mercuryislove · 2 years

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At this point, I just send my questions whenever 😩 anyway… tell us about evil Yixing! What kind of villain would he be? What brought him to this point? How would the story change if he swapped places with the primary antagonist?

I reckon at this point I also just answer your questions whenever ._. My excuse this time is that I have been plagued by a serious case of the tired sleepies and can't stop napping all day every day :c

I needed an excuse to put down like 1000 words to wax poetic about Yixing being evil so thank you for this lol

First of all he's already a bad guy in my dnd campaign (spoiler alert for the um two people that play with me that will never see this anyway). He's pretending to be sympathetic to the players and to everyone he meets but he's only in it for himself and I kind of want them to kill him at the end lol because he's the reason every horrible thing in the world in the uhhhhhhh 300 or so years has happened bc he's working every angle with everyone all the time because he wants everything so so so so so so bad and he doesn't care who he has to fuck over to get it (even if it's his own child!). Even so, he isn't even the Big Bad (Ciaran is lol), but boy does he aspire to be! BUT the similarities between the dnd version of him and the novel version of him are few and far between. He is still a horse girl and a manlet though lol

Anyway. Um. I think Yixing could easily be like. the worst fucking guy you know because of his, uh, influences as a child but he's spent basically every day of his life since he left home working AGAINST that fact, so he's kind-hearted to the point of everyone else's frustration. HOWEVER, since we're pretending that he's the worst person you know, I can say that his temper is shorter than anyone thinks, he always does his own dirty work, he likes to make examples out of people who cross him, he always get what he wants (and he wants everything), and he still finds a way to sleep well at night.

Bear with me for a moment lol I imagine he probably got very good at killing people effectively and realized “oh I can get paid for this” and became someone's little lap dog and happily murdered whoever needed murdering. But then he started to get a little greedy because he knew his boss got a bigger cut for doing nothing but negotiating while he stood by to scare people, and he was like “hang on. I can negotiate AND do the intimidating AND do the killing” so he offed his stupid boss one night and quickly realized he didn't know how to be a crime lord lol BUT he isn't stupid. He learned how to throw his weight around and how to move money and how to cheat others out of theirs and how to lie and manipulate without resorting first to violence. And then when you know all the right people, you start to hear rumors. People in positions of power all around the continent have their little whispers about how to live forever, because what's the point of having all the power if you don't get to keep it?? So he asked around and squeezed every drop of information he could out of every source he had but ultimately came up with nothing! What a waste. And then one day, a few years after he'd forgotten about the whole thing, someone turned up with a new piece of the puzzle. There was a woman who claimed to be nearly one thousand years old—chosen to live forever by the dying gods themselves—and she wanted to find the bitch that left her to rot for three hundred years and get her well-deserved payback. Like anyone, he thought she was fucking crazy until he tracked her down and slashed her throat himself. And he cut her into a thousand pieces a thousand times to figure out what made her tick, but it was harder than he expected to keep her dead long enough to learn anything useful. So the two of them struck a little bit of a deal: if he helped her track down the woman who cursed her to die innumerable deaths for three entire centuries, then she would show him what the gods had given her to keep her alive. And if he was lucky, she'd let him watch while she ripped it out of that fucker's chest herself. Of course, they were both playing each other. She intended to kill him the second he was no longer of use in her revenge plot, and he knew if she found her mark that he could sit back and watch them destroy each other completely, leaving him to take the spoils. What the woman failed to mention when they agreed to the deal was that there was another party. A man whose allegiances allegedly lay with the woman they were hunting down, but in reality he only cares about himself and just needed any excuse to make his true intentions known. And the three of them all want to kill the others where they stand. But they all pretend to get along well enough for the unspoken promise of the reward.

I have NO CLUE how that would end in that scenario by the way lol I mean. Yixing would absolutely get fucked over. He's not stupid but he's in way over his head there lol But he's mean as fuck and would put up a good fight! Wait. Would that make Anwei the protagonist in this scenario? Everybody wants to fuck her shit up and she's like. just trying to do her own thing and grow a nice garden or whatever.

A similar scenario I came up with a long time ago would be that he works for Sihla because he owes her a massive debt or something, and she's like “Listen. I need you to befriend these two horrible people who are trying to lay low and I want you to get close with them and learn every single thing you can about them so that I can show up and put them in the fucking ground for what they did to me.” And he does go do that and ingratiates himself into their world, and everything goes smoothly for a while because he's done this a million times and he never really feels that bad when Sihla makes the call to finish the job, because like... these people always fucking suck. They're always the worst people you know. The scum of the earth. But these two? Aren't so bad. And the more involved he gets, the more the guilt eats away at him, and he slowly figures out the truth of the situation and tries to double-cross her, but she's not STUPID and everything blows up in his face, etc etc etc. But in this scenario he isn't pure evil so much as like. apathetic, I guess? He doesn't think much about other people as long as he gets his job done.

Also ever since I made a post like six months ago about how if he in a present-day setting that he would be a motorcycle girl instead of a horse girl, specifically the kind of motorcycle girl who drives a Hayabusa, I've been plagued by visions of a very similar character who is a glorified hitman who speeds around on his bike bisexually while also beating people to death with his bare hands or occasionally a steel pipe. And that one IS something I'm planning on using in a project I've been cooking up lately (because of fucking course I am). He would basically be the former friend/mentor maybe that has been tasked with either capturing or killing the main character, who is on the run from... a lot of people for a lot of reasons. And he's like Mr X in Resident Evil 2 in that he constantly stalks her and is never more than a step or two behind because he knows all her tricks!!

#oc talk #once again i lost the thread of what was being asked....... forgive me #im only just now realizing i kind of.... didnt answer one part of the question which is how the story would change #idk!!! the context would have to be WILDLY different for him to stand a chance as a feasible and satisfying villain bc like.#no matter how cruel and monstrous he is he is still just a guy #he doesnt have the luxury of godhood like the majority of the main cast does lol #he would try his best though lol #also i was going to post this last night but it was almost 3am and i was tired

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Far From Home [Chapter Four]

Chapter One

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Synopsis: Remus and Logan arrive at the swamp and find things are not as they expected.

Trigger Warnings: NSFW, explicit sex scene, demonic possession, DnD-typical violence, lmk if i missed anything!

Words: 6,422

A/N: Explicit sex scene at the very end of this chapter, there'll be a paragraph in bold where it starts so you can stop reading there, you won't miss anything past the sex. Also: Remus and Logan are level 6 after this chapter! I gave Remus another level in Bard, and he chose the College of Whispers per Adelaide's request, and as far as I know, Logan picked another level in Monk. I honestly didn't expect this battle to be so difficult, I almost killed the both of us several times :)

It only took half an hour to arrive at the outer edges of the swamp.

Remus hopped off Juniper and walked a little ahead so he could warn Logan to get her out of the way if needed. The swamp was quiet aside from the occasional buzzing or calling of insects, and the gloopy, sucking footsteps of their group. The fog was too dense to see very far ahead.

Making a small face, he ducks a hanging vine. "I hate it already… any signs yet?"

“Yeah, I’m picking up some tracks,” he murmured, eyebrow furrowed in confusion. “Didn’t you say the hag is a little girl?”

"They usually attain full form at 12 or 13, kinda a shitty thing really, not becoming an adult human but a disgusting creature. Why?" Squinting, he tries to see what Remus does.

“These footprints are huge.” He looked up and tried to see through the fog to no avail. “How big do hags become?”

"Like, human adult size I think? How big are the prints… Oh dear, was she coming here because her mother was here and is teaching her to hunt?!"

“What?” Remus laughed and looked up. “What are you talking about?”

"Sorry… My mind jumped to terrible scenarios of death. Show me what you mean, Remus?" Sliding down carefully, he waits for Remus to point out what he's seen.

“I still don’t… Really know what you mean, but…” He laughed and squatted down to one of the footprints. “This. Can you tell what that is?”

"Oh dear… That's not a hag… That's a giant of some variety." He looks around them carefully. "We should not go that way maybe?"

Remus pulled out the map of the swamp given to them by Lucinda. He squinted at it. “The Blackmarsh Ruins are in the centre of the swamp… We can try to go around but I don’t want to waste too much time. Maybe we could leave Juniper here and try to stay hidden?”

Humming, Logan nods. "Probably for the best… I don't want her getting hurt."

Remus pet her for a moment and kissed her snout, then helped Logan down.

She nudges Remus gently before wandering to the edge of the swamp to find some grass to graze on. Logan smiles as he leans on Remus gently. "Mmm… So, lead the way, my dear?"

“Yeah. Get down.”

They crept close to the dense foliage, using the fog as cover, as they headed towards the ruins. Remus frowned in confusion as they stopped about ten feet away from tall, rickety walls. They were haphazardly made with jagged, cut tree trunks and nails sticking out or bent.

Two half-ogres towered near an entrance, grunting at each other, each brandishing an axe with huge blades and fairly short hilts.

Remus swallowed and gripped onto Logan’s arm to keep him from continuing.

A moment later, another half-ogre came out of the entrance. Remus held his breath. Eyes following Remus' line of sight, Logan ducks a little more, trying to figure out a way past. This isn't good… they're too big, too many to try and fight.

Remus gripped Logan’s hand, mind reeling with fragments of plans.

The half-ogres grunted at each other for a few minutes, before a fourth one came out, snapping and yelling at the other three.

Stroking Remus' knuckles, Logan points backwards, gesturing for a silent retreat. Remus looked at him in surprise and shook his head.

Arching an eyebrow, Logan raises 4 fingers questions in his eyes. You think we can take all 4, Rem?

Under his breath, Remus snapped, “I’m not leaving.”

He looked back to the half-ogres, only to find one staring right at him. He ripped his hand from Logan’s and sprinted away, closer to the wall.

Logan curses softly, creeping closer and aiming to position himself behind the group that is now thoroughly distracted by Remus.

Remus pulled out his sickles as one of the half-ogres pointed him out and the others ran towards him. Adelaide’s voice crept under Remus’ as he narrowed his eyes and snapped under his breath. One of them stopped and flinched. It roared in frustration and shook his head.

It charged at Remus and attacked with the battleaxe, Remus jumping out of the way before it could hit. Another one came up right behind the first, cutting a slash across Remus’ arm. Remus grit his teeth and hissed in pain.

Spotting Logan, the fourth ogre points and bellows before hurling a javelin at the new opponent, missing by a wide margin, but alerting his counterparts that there are two attackers. The last ogre decides to swing at Logan with his battle axe but gets too excited and slips on a patch of muddy grass, missing as well.

Logan grins, deciding to strike the one that had attacked Remus with his sword, slicing in deeply and grinning widely as the blood sprays. Remus sliced twice with his sickles, letting out an angry yell. One slammed hard into a half-orgre’s face, leaving a large, bleeding crack, his other sickle flying over the ogre’s head.

The half-ogre grunted and straightened itself up, its body already battered, bruised, and bloody. It brought its battleaxe over Remus’ head, only for its eyes to roll back as it stumbled, the axe landing harmlessly in the ground. The half-ogre next to it ran to attack Remus as well, and tripped over the fallen axe, landing on the grass.

Axe now in hand, the one that had tried to javelin Remus swipes at Logan, deciding to avoid the dark little fury for now, missing again in his shock over two comrades tripping over themselves.

The last one also swings at Logan, hitting him hard in the side and making him wheeze out a shocked breath before turning to swing back and return the favor.

Remus’ eyes widened, fear jolting through him. He dashed between the two ogres’ legs, yelling as an axe came down on the back of his calf, and brought his sickles down on the ogre that hit Logan. The ogre yelled in rage and pain, falling to its knees and struggling to stand.

The half-ogre that had gotten Remus’ leg turned with thunderous stomps. It bought its axe up, wheezing through pained breaths, and lost hold of its axe. It screamed as the axe fell onto its foot. The last ogre snapped a few things in Giant and readied a javelin.

The javelin soared through the air and buried itself in Logan’s arm, poking out the other side as he curses and staggers a little.

The healthiest half ogre grins and swings at Logan hard, axe digging in and sending him to the ground with a spray of blood, just barely conscious. The last ogre claps its hands when it goes to swing, dropping its axe on its own foot.

Logan pants hard, hand glowing as he heals himself a little with ki and fumbles for a potion of healing, drinking deeply. Remus fumbled for his own health potion, taking the biggest vial. Remus’ wounds healed over, the red liquid glowing under his skin as it rushed through his body. He ripped a small pouch from his belt and tossed it, a thousand shiny metal balls rolling over the ground. Remus forced an encouraging smile to Logan.

One of the half-ogres jumped out of the way just as the ball bearings came out, the other charging at Logan and slipping hard, landing on his axe. He bled out on the ground.

One of the ogres struggled to its feet, panting and huffing in rage. It turned to Remus and brought its axe up to attack, and Remus easily stepped out of the way.

Shifting carefully the other two remaining ogres stand, the first not caring and running at Remus but his wild swing misses and he falls again with a heavy thud. The last one is a bit more careful, swinging at Logan who's a closer target, but he also misses.

Logan chuckles, using the panicked swing to slice under its arm and send it to the ground. Remus took a second with heavy breathing to take in the situation, the half-ogre at the brink of death, the ones beat up and staggering, the last who hadn’t been hit once. Remus squeezed his eyes shut, panic coursing through his system.

Let me help.

“Fuck off, Adelaide,” he groaned under his breath, and brandished his sickles.

He ran to one of the half-ogres attacking Logan and leapt, landing on the ogre’s back and bringing his sickles down hard. The sickles squelched into its head, and all of its muscles tensed and locked under Remus’ thighs. Remus landed on his feet as the ogre fell, dead.

The ogre with the crack to the face snarled at Remus. It turned to leave, and Remus sliced his sickle out in panic, slashed it in the back of the head but it kept running and disappeared into the walled ruins.

"That can't be good…" Logan hums softly, watching the other ogre slowly back up to follow. "Give chase or let them be?"

Remus growled in frustration. “We won’t be able to catch up, let’s finish this!”

Logan nods, sending one of his darts at the slower ogre, hitting it hard as he runs their way.

Grinning wickedly, Logan nods, tossing another dart and whooping softly as it drops dead, skidding to a halt to look for the one that got all the way to the ruins. All that laid ahead was the sunken, rotting frames of the old buildings. Sloppy footsteps trailed towards the most put-together building in sight, an inn half-sunken into the mud.

Remus got on his hands and knees to find his ball bearings. “How are you feeling?”

Kneeling to help, he hums, assessing. "Not dead yet, you?"

Finding the majority of them and securing them back on his belt, Remus rolled his shoulders and cracked his back. “Would’ve been dead if not for that potion. Fine now, though. If you’re good, we should keep moving in case the ogre gets back with more help.”

"I hear that loud and clear…" Touching his chest, he uses his ki once more to patch up more of his wounds. "I know I almost passed out myself."

Remus grabbed his hand and stared at him seriously. “You can leave. Go back to Juniper and wait in town, let me handle this myself.”

Squeezing Remus' hand, he shakes his head, lifting it to kiss him softly. "I can't do that. I promised to be your support, dear. We promised to go after this sea hag together and that's what we'll do."

Remus took in a shaky breath and sighed. “Okay. Let’s go.”

Remus crouched down as they moved through the ruins, heading slowly towards the inn. Remus stopped a few times to listen, but there was only silence. Logan slides along carefully, martial training helping him to blend into the scenery as he keeps an eye out, cleaning his weapons after tugging the darts out of the one he felled with them.

Remus gestured for Logan to wait as he scouted forward, creeping up to one of the broken windows. He peeked inside. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Two sea hags hid behind the counter, just barely poking out. Neither of them had silver hair. The half-ogre that had gotten away stood poised by the door, battleaxe raised. One of the hags narrowed her eyes and her gaze snapped to Remus’.

“Motherfucker,” he snapped under his breath and pulled out his sickles.

Without waiting for Logan, he kicked the door down and attacked the half-ogre. Remus barely managed to miss, yelling in frustration. Remus slashed with his sickles again, blood pouring from the half ogre’s wounds.

Whistling softly, Logan leans in and stabs at the ogre, sending it down in a gurgle of blood, dead. As Logan came into the inn, Silver dropped from the ceiling in an attempt to grapple him. Logan leapt out of the way just in time for her to land on the ground and snarl at him.

“You bitch, you should’ve never come here,” she snapped.

The two sea hags hidden behind the counter jumped at the sight of their dead bodyguard. The one with long, dripping wet seaweed hair read from an old book, the other two joining in on the chants. A cone of sickening green light launched out to Logan.

The smaller, thinner hag snarled at Remus and charged him with her claws. Remus ducked out of the way with a gasp. Remus came at her with his sickles, growling in frustration. She hissed as a cut opened on her cheek.

Slicing at the closest antagonist, Logan hums. "I'm not a bitch, I'm a monk!"

Silver leapt at him, blinded by her rage and slashing uselessly with her claws. The two hags in the bag chanted together, and a blast of lightning shot out towards Remus. Remus’ eyes widened but he couldn’t jump away in time. His entire body convulsed, his skin smoking, and he fell unconscious on the ground.

"Remus!!" Logan screams out and slashes at Silver harshly.

Remus fought to get up, to open his eyes, his entire body heavy and burning. He let out a little whimper, his fingers twitching.

Kneeling, Logan takes his hand channeling his ki to help him heal. The hags’ laughter echoed through the inn, their chants growing louder. Silver grinned and held her hand out, fingers spread, and clenched her fist.

Her grin faded as Logan straightened up, the spell a fail. The long-haired hag leapt over the counter and tossed the book to the thinner one, tearing into Logan’s throat with her claws. The third one flipped through the book in panic.

Remus gasped and sat up, looking around and taking in the situation. “Fuck,” he groaned, and staggered to his feet. “You ugly, evil fuck,” he snapped at the thin hag, casting vicious mockery.

The hag dropped the book to hold her head, yelling.

Panting a little, Logan takes stock, striking at Silver with his sword and fist, slicing her up and pushing her back away from him a little.

Silver’s eyes locked on Logan, then slipped over his shoulder, at the tiefling spitting magic insults at her mom and sister. She pushed past Logan with a growl and lunged for Remus.

The mother hag glared Remus and slashed at him as well, bringing him to his knees and wheezing for breath. The sister chanted quietly, eyes focused on Logan. She growled in frustration as Logan once again refused the Hold Person.

Remus crawled backwards, back against a soggy wall, and fumbled for the last health potion in his bandolier. He gulped it down and chucked away the empty vial, leaving it shattered on the ground. Slicing out at Silver with a small grunt, Logan takes out and chugs his potion, straightening up a little more as he drops the vial. She spat blood on the ground, panting heavily, hair ragged.

Silver turned and rushed for the exit. Logan stepped in front of her and pushed her back, his and Remus’ blades sinking into her. back and stomach. She gasped and tensed, then fell over, dead.

“NO!” The mother hag heaved for breath, staring at her dead daughter.

The sister hag chanted angrily, the mother quickly joining in.

Remus’ eyes dilated. He swore his hands were still at his side but he watched them bring up his sickles and decapitate Logan, listened to Adelaide’s laughter echo as Logan’s head rolled. He stumbled back, as far back as he could, pressing against the wall.

"Remus? C'mon… Whatever you saw, it's not real!" Stepping in towards the hags, Logan growls softly, stalking them and swinging as soon as they're in range, missing due to his rage but he gets her on the backswing across the face.

“You killed my daughter,” she hissed, the sister chanting in the background. “You will regret that!”

"So far… not really?" He smirks as he shakes off another wave of magic with a laugh.

She pushed past him with a growl, the sister following with their book.

She screamed as Logan’s short sword speared through the pages. He ripped it up, splitting the book in half. She fumed, but her and her remaining daughter rushed out and disappeared into the fog.

Remus panted, chest heaving, blinking frantically and looking around.

Turning to Remus, Logan tries to calm him. "Remus? Can you hear me, hun?"

“Logan?” He panted. He reached up and cupped Logan’s face, then sighed in relief, pressing their foreheads together.

Wrapping Remus in a hug, he nods, nuzzling softly. "Yeah, baby… I'm right here."

Remus looked up. “Where did they go?”

Gesturing with his sword, he hums. "That way… I did get a parting shot on that book they were always flipping through though!"

Remus dropped his head on Logan’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he sighed. “They got away.”

Stroking Remus' hair, Logan nods. "I let them go because you are more important to me… We killed their guards and Silver… We can heal up and track them. They can't have gone far!"

He nodded. “Yeah. Have you found the prisoners?”

"Why don't we look now? Take a quick search through on our way?"

Remus pushed himself to his feet. He pressed two fingers to his own forehead, and two to Logan’s.

Leaning into the touch happily, Logan sighs softly, feeling strength return and wounds heal up more. "Mmm, kiss me, dear one?"

He hesitated. He kissed Logan’s cheek, then said, “We have a job to do.” He squeezed his hand and searched through the inn.

"I know…. Just had to reassure myself that you're here and safe." He helps check the area with a small smile.

Remus still reeling from his hallucinations, struggling to stop the tremor in his hand, it was mostly up to Logan to find the kidnapped villagers. He quickly came across a locked door.

Remus came up with a frown. He reached into his skirt for his thieves’ tools. He gets it open quickly, and a thick, heavy stench rolled out.

Gagging a little, Logan chokes quietly. "Oh dear… That can't be good."

Remus grimaced as he stared into the room. Amongst the dozens of dead bodies were four live ones, two small children, a woman, and a man.

Logan offers his hands out to help them out of the room. "I promise you're safe now."

The group of them stumbled away from the bodies, all dirty and half-starved, and fell into Logan’s and Remus’ arms. Remus fumbled for his waterskin as Adelaide cackled, poked fun at their expressions and appearances. Remus grimaced and helped the children drink.

Offering some rations from his belt pouch, Logan makes sure the ones that came to him have water as well, almost chuckling as the boy that resembles Ginger touches his horns. "You seem to be a hit with the small ones again, darling!"

Remus blushed. “Let’s get them to Juniper and back to town.”

Remus let the small ones climb onto him, Ginger’s brother riding on his back while the girl clung to his front.

Helping the adults back to the meadow where they left Juniper, Logan smiles gently as the kids cling to Remus. It's honestly adorable how good he is with kids. They trust him.

Logan and Remus got the adults settled on Juniper, while Remus let the kids cling to him.

“When we get back to town, where should we bring you?” Remus asked.

The kids just giggle and cling more, but the adults look at each other before saying, "The healing house."

Logan hums, showing their map and having the woman point it out for them. "I'm guessing you prefer to be checked over before heading to your homes."

The woman nodded. “Yeah. Not that we can’t wait to go home, we just… We’re worried.”

"Understandable!" Logan clicks to Juniper, leading her along the path back to town. "I can look over you a little first, if that helps at all? I just want to get a little further away from the swamps first."

They consented with little nods. Remus took watch while Logan carefully examined them, finding them to be bruised, cut up a bit, half-starved and dehydrated, but far from death’s bed. Reporting what he's found and bandaging the small cuts, he smiles softly. "All set… Another little snack and maybe we drop each of you off at your home?"

Remus pulled his water skin off his belt and shook it a moment. “There’s not much left, but this should tide you over until we get back to the Villas.”

They all nodded, accepting the food Remus handed them from his rations. They got everyone back to the Villas without problem, dropping the woman and the little girl off at their homes in the residential sector and heading to the orphanage to drop off Ginger’s brother.

"We'll have to resupply and rest before we try to find those two again… Or should let the guards try round 2?" Knocking on the door of the orphanage again, Logan hums softly.

“I don’t know,” Remus mumbled. “Maybe we should just tell Lucinda what route we’re taking, have her send after us if they return.”

The door opened and Laucion’s eyes practically bulged out of their sockets at the sight of Ginger’s brother. Laucion barely managed to catch him as the small child hurled himself at him.

Grinning, Logan nods, watching with soft eyes. "Mmm… they can deal with the others that weren't as lucky perhaps?"

“Yeah,” Remus sighed.

“Thank you,” Laucion said dumbly. “Just… Thank you. I- I don’t even know what to say, I thought…”

Logan smiles softly. "It's okay, I understand. It's why we knew we had to help. I'm sorry we didn't come through sooner."

“Is there anything I can do for you two? Anything at all?”

Looking at Remus, Logan is a little at a loss, he can't really come up with anything.

“Here, I have an idea. Wait right here.”

Laucion disappeared inside, and a few minutes later, came back without Ginger’s brother. He gestured for Logan and Remus to hold out their hands, and put a smooth, round stone in each of their palms.

“Do you know what these are?”

Logan turns it in his hands, shaking his head. "I confess that I only know this is lovely?"

Laucion laughed. “They’re sending stones. Keep one on each of you and if you ever get separated, you can use them to talk once a day.”

"Oh! That's lovely!" Grinning broadly, he carefully tucks it away. "Thank you, so much!"

“Thank you for bringing him back. Ginger was so overjoyed, I…” He clapped them both on the shoulder. “I spoke to Lucinda for you. She should have a small cash reward for your troubles. Please, come back to the Villas any time, okay?” He laughed. “We could use your help.”

Logan grins. "Thank you indeed… Not necessary, but thank you! We should get this gentleman home, but pass along good wishes to Ginger and her brother? They're lovely kids!"

“I will. Have a good night.” He smiled and shut the door behind him.

Remus fit the stone in his bandolier and met back up with the last man. “Where to?”

"Wherever our last friend needs to go, I'd like to see them all home safe before we stop by the guard station." Logan hums softly, gesturing for the man to direct him as he helps him back onto Juniper.

Taking the reins, the halfling guides Juniper gently, smiling. "If I know my husband, he's in the shop or storefront. Alberic is such a workaholic when he's worried."

Remus let out a quiet breath of relief. “We’ve met him. He was really worried. Let’s get you home.”

Chuckling softly, Arlan hums, hurrying Juniper along and smiling more the closer they get to the shop. "Poor thing falls apart without me, I think. He can't cook for beans."

Remus tied up Juniper’s reigns when they arrived at the blacksmith. He rapped on the door, tapping his foot impatiently.

Logan helps Arlan down before hugging Remus gently. "Patience, my dear."

The door swung open, Alberic staring up at them with wide eyes. “Well?”

Arlan sighs, stepping up where he can be seen and opening his arms. "I've missed you too, you great grump!"

Alberic pushed past the heroes and threw himself into Arlan’s arms. Remus laughed and stepped next to Logan.

Arlan sighs, wrapping around his husband. "Mmm, there you are, darling."

Logan whispers softly, arm wrapping around Remus in a gentle embrace. "This is so pure…"

Alberic looked up with watery eyes. “Please, come inside. I have gifts.”

Remus and Logan followed him to the counter as he dug around underneath. He pulled out a large crate, recognizable a ghost blade and two very sharp sickles sitting inside.

“I also scrounged up some health potions, and, oh, this one is fun,” he tapped a small jar filled with gray smoke, like he’d pickled a stormcloud, “and, Logan, I saw you work with darts, and I noticed your quiver, Remus. I managed to make you three sedative darts and two poison arrows.”

"Oh my… This is all so much! Thank you, we have to at least offer some kind of payment." Logan looks a little overwhelmed at all the gifts, being used to a simple existence.

Arlan hums softly. "A lovely set of gifts, my dear! Perfect for such kind gentlemen!"

He blushed. “You brought my husband back alive. Please take it, or I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”

Remus shifted uncomfortably. “If you're serious about it… Um, thank you.” ((Go ahead and add 1 standard healing and 1 greater healing to your inv))

Logan shifts a little as well, shy but thankful. "Well… if you insist, thank you. Thank you very much. We should at least give you our previous weapons as stock for upgrading so you're not out as much material."

“Of course,” Remus said and pulled out his old sickles. “Thank you.”

Trading out his short sword for the ghost blade, Logan makes a gentle bow. "May you live long and prosper, thank you very much."

Arlan smiles, kissing his husband's cheek. "You're most welcome! Get some rest soon? You've earned it as well as our respect!"

Remus blushed and nodded. “We’re going to visit Lucinda, then get some dinner in the inn. We actually need to get moving tomorrow.”

Logan nods softly. "Indeed. The last two sea hags were wounded and fled, but we focused on the prisoners first. We might be back through at some point though?"

Remus nodded. “We don’t want to leave you vulnerable. Just… Don’t get too comfortable.”

Alberic nodded somberly and came to Arlan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “We know how to defend ourselves. You should get to Lucinda before she closes up office.”

Smiling a little, Logan pats Juniper in thanks for her work before swinging up into the saddle again. "Certainly. We'll definitely do our best to track them down on our way to the next town too. See you later!"

The husbands waved, and Remus and Logan brought Juniper back down to the stables. Remus gave each worker a silver in thanks and followed Logan to town hall.

They came up to the desk. “Lucinda is expecting us,” Remus said.

Logan bit back a grin as the desk worker scurried off, obviously having heard some rumors about them. She came back out and Lucinda appeared in the doorway, waving Logan and Remus inside. She gestured to the seats across the desk, sitting herself.

“Tell me what happened.”

Sitting easily, Logan hums, explaining what had happened briefly, obviously a bit proud that he'd been right about the sea hag and that the young girl was one, and tapping a map on her desk to show where the bodies could be found, he explains their plans for the next day.

She nodded, her face twisted in a grimace. “Very well. Thank you for helping Blackmarsh Villas. Since two of the hags went free and could come back any day now, I simply can’t afford to give you the full reward, I hope you understand that. Nevertheless, I did scrape something up for you.”

She pulled two tiny pouches from her desk and placed one in front of each of them. “That’s one hundred platinum each. I hope it’s enough.”

"But of course. I wasn't expecting a reward, but thank you for doing what you can. If we do come across them and dispatch the two remaining hags, shall we send you word?" Taking the pouch, he counts it carefully before tucking it away.

Remus choked.

Logan gently pats his knee, also a little flustered by the amount, he tries not to show it.

“Is there anything else I can do for you two?”

“Um…” Remus swallowed and pulled out his map of the continent. He laid it out on the desk and dragged his finger along as he spoke. “This is the route we’re taking to Maeston Coast. If those hags become a problem again, you can send a courier to catch up with us and we’ll come back.”

She nodded once. “Very well. Anything else?”

"I believe that's all we have to discuss with you. Thank you for your time." Standing slowly, Logan gives a short bow.

Remus scrambled to his feet and sloppily copied, then grabbed his platinum and rushed out of the office.

Following Remus out, he gives him a gentle hug as soon as they're out of the building, whispering in his ear. "I'm so proud of us, my dear!"

Remus blushed and hugged him awkwardly, then led him towards the tavern. “I mean, we could have done better. Two hags got away. We almost died, like, a couple of times.”

"Well, yeah, but… we came out alive, four half ogres and a hag is dead and hopefully shredding their book will help take them down later!" Following him easily, he hums softly.

Remus nodded slowly. “Yeah… I guess that’s true. God, I just- I’m exhausted. Let’s get something to eat and go to bed, okay? We can stop by the bathhouse before hitting the road tomorrow?”

"Okay. I can definitely get behind that… Or we can see if we can take advantage of the bathhouse to relax and sleep better?" Letting Remus lean on him gently, he smiles.

“Curfew,” Remus reminded sadly. “If we don’t get in the tavern soon, we’ll be in trouble.”

Logan chuckles. "I forgot honestly. Alright. Food and bed it is. Maybe we can get some warm water brought up and I can give you a sponge bath, dear?"

Remus blushed bright red. “If you want.”

They made it to the tavern and while they waited on their food, Remus popped open the window beside them and pulled out his pipe— black, wooden, very old. He didn’t use it often, but he was exhausted and his body thrummed in pain. When he lit it up, white smoke came out the top, shaped like skulls.

Settling near him, Logan encourages Remus to lean, rubbing small circles in his knee in a gentle pattern he'd learned from Patton for stress. Remus sighed happily and leaned his head on Logan’s shoulder as the drugs lessened Remus’ aches. Their food came quickly, hot and at a discount, and Remus practically choked it down.

Nearly moaning, Logan eats quickly as well, some of his usual trained grace disappearing in the face of hunger. Remus put his pipe away and they finished eating, then stumbled upstairs. Remus fell into bed with a groan.

Following, Logan locks the door as he balances the jug of hot water and rags he'd asked the kitchen for. "Mmm, strip for me, baby~?"

Remus blushed and took a second to collect himself, before sitting up. He peeled off his trenchcoat and the scraps he used for a shirt, and kicked his skirt off. Watching with a smile, Logan prepares a bowl with water and some soap as well as one with just water to rinse.

"Such a lovely one you are, dear. Lay out for me to clean? I'll let you choose if I start on your front or back… but I will clean you everywhere~!"

His face was redder than ever. He rolled back onto his stomach so he could hide his face in the pillows.

Logan grins a little, starting on his hooves and working up with gentle scrubbing and massaging strokes. "Going to pamper every inch of you, my dear~!"

Remus couldn’t figure what he did to deserve Logan. He pushed those thoughts away before they could get too overwhelming, and forced himself to relax under Logan’s touch. He rustled around until he found his flute and quickly cast minor illusion so Virgil could curl against his shoulder and neck.

Smiling as he sees the comfort illusion show up, Logan hums, fingers gently digging into the muscles of Remus' back and ass to release tension. "Mmm, I see your lovely friend is back… I'm glad."

Remus blushed. “He’s a druid. He likes you, I’m sure.”

"I certainly hope so… He's your friend. I hope to be judged worthy of you~!" Nuzzling Remus' neck softly, he kisses the side Virgil isn't pressed against.

Remus sighed happily and found himself lulling half-asleep with Virgil’s purrs and Logan’s gentle care.

Stroking and rubbing, Logan hums lowly, massaging softly and slowly rolling Remus over carefully to start on his front as well. "My little one… So pretty and strong~!"

Remus let out a little whimper. “No…”

Dipping the rag into the water, he grins, kissing Remus' nipple. "Mmm, you are, baby~! Nearly got hit a couple times just watching you fight… You're too sexy~!"

Remus buried his face in his hands and arched his back.

My god, you are too easy.

"I'm half tempted to slide right into you and sleep with you just holding my cock for me, baby~!" Stroking softly, he keeps kissing and licking the small nubs as his fingers keep cleaning down Remus' body.

Remus grinded against him weakly, his bones jelly.

Stroking Remus' cock, he hums. "You're so tired though…. I don't want to take advantage of you."

“Please,” he panted. “Feels… so good…”

"Feels so good to be full of cock, my dark darling~? Have I made you a cock hungry whore~?" Pressing a gentle finger over Remus' entrance, he rubs softly to test how open he is.

Remus arched his back and spread his legs. “A-ah… fuck, yes- yes, sir…”

Lifting the spread legs, he hums, sliding in a finger followed by another as he feels the oil and cum still lubing him up. "Good~! And you're only mine, aren't you~?"

Remus went to answer, but something jolted painfully inside him. “Adelaide,” he choked out.

"Oh, I know… but I mean other than us … you won't go bending over for just a person on the street to get your fix of cock, would you, baby~?" Kissing his lips, he hums. "Well, unless we told you to~?"

That sounds fun!

“Not unless you told me to,” he agreed weakly.

"Such a good boy… So obedient~!" Kissing Remus again, he nips softly. "I won't do that unless you want to be watched being my little cock whore, and we have plenty of money right now~!"

Remus whimpered, thrusting his hips uselessly.

What about an audience? Would you let Logan whore us out in plain sight?

Rubbing over Remus' walls, he works in a third finger. "Then again, there are clubs that I've heard of where people pay just to watch others fuck… That could be nice, just having a room masturbating to the sight of you taking my cock and moaning like a back alley whore~ !"

“Fuck,” Remus whimpered. “Hnnng… God…”

Trading his fingers for his cock, Logan slowly rocks into Remus, hands on the spread thighs. "So needy to be filled and fucked~!"

“Yes, sir!” He thrust back against him with a whimper, eyes landing on the open curtains at the window. “Sir…”

"Mmm~? Is someone already getting a little show~?"

“Sir, someone could see,” he gasped, clenching.

"And~?" Fucking him harder, he slides one of Remus' legs up around his hip to press deeper. "They'll see you getting fucked and liking it, helpless under me~!"

He whimpered and sobbed out.

Want him to ours you against the window, show everyone your sloppy hole?

“Shut up, Adelaide,” he whined.

"Could be worse, baby… I once bent someone over in the window itself, letting them moan out across the town, chest heaving as I fucked their ass good~!" Giving Remus' ass a soft spank, he grins. "Could do that again~?"

Remus eyes rolled back, unable to do anything but gasp and moan.

Fucking right against his prostate, he spanks again, watching his reaction. "Mmm, I think maybe next time~?"

“Please,” Remus gasped. “Please, please, need…”

Holding Remus' hands above his head for better leverage, he fucks in deep and hard. "Cum, slut… Untouched and helpless, let that little cock make a tiny mess on your belly~!"

Remus came with a sob, thrusting his hips wildly. Cumming hard into Remus, Logan kisses him harshly, fucking the cum deep with their combined thrusts.

“Please, sir,” he whimpered.

Wrapping Remus' hands around him, he slows his thrusts once he's satisfied with how his cum paints his walls. "Mmm, feels good to be fully claimed once more, baby~?"

“Yes, sir,” he panted.

Stroking his hair, he smiles, laying over and inside him. "I'm right here, dear… That vision they showed you… it wasn't real. I'm not going anywhere. I've got you."

“Thank you, master,” he panted, gripping onto him.

Stroking and rubbing, he hums, kissing his skin softly. "You're welcome, my dear. It's only what you deserve…. my care, my affection, my protection, and all the pleasure I can provide."

Remus nuzzled into his neck, stretching out his legs. “You act like you owe me something.”

Blushing, he smiles softly. "You gave me purpose, so I suppose that I do a little? However, I just like to care for any partner I have, Remus."

Remus peeked up at him. “You’re crazy.”

Logan snorts softly, cupping Remus' face and kissing him gently. "Perhaps…. but you like that I'm crazy!"

He rolled his eyes and snuggled into him. “Goodnight.”

Sliding the blankets up around them, he snuggles Remus close, letting their legs twine. "Mmm, goodnight, my dear."

#logan sanders #remus sanders #intrulogical #far from home #not safe for sanders

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dacrethehalls · 5 years

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Summary: The Wheeler’s favorite cousin, Savannah is in town for winter break and Billy has his eyes set on her. Too bad she’s not Interested.

A/N: *RE-POSTED FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT* Hope you like it!

******

December. 19th, 1984

"How are you almost taller than me!" I asked, pulling my cousin into a hug. "You were like 5 inches shorter over the summer."

Mike chuckled into my shoulder.

"I have so much to tell you," He whispered, "About Eleven and the upside down."

I guess my reaction was some mixture of horror and shock because Mike instantly held his hands up, shaking his head.

"Everyone is okay...for the most part. And now we have a new party member! At first, I hated her because it seemed like she was trying to replace El, but she turned out to be a total badass."

"Hey! Language!" I warned, ruffling his hair. I turned around as Nancy jumped into my arms hugging me tightly to her. "Awe Nance, I've missed you too. It's only been like four months but I still missed you."

I picked Holly up snuggling her to me,

"Miss Holly Jolly I missed you the most!" I placed kisses all over her face as she burst out into a fit of giggles and squeals as I blew on her tummy making fart noises before sitting her back on her feet.

I wandered into the living room looking for any signs of an adult in the house. To no surprise, my was asleep in his chair, and my aunt was sitting in the kitchen on the phone.

I tiptoed to my Aunt taping her shoulder. She instantly jumped turning to look at me. She opened her mouth a loud squeal leaving her lips.

"Oh, Savannah! I didn't realize you walked in!"

"I just got here, maybe 5 minutes ago. That ride was awful. I am in need of a bottle of wine as soon as possible." I fumed leaning on the counter.

"Oh honey, I was so busy today I haven't had time to go to the store."

I gasped placing my hand over my heart,

"Aunt Karen! You forgot the wine?!" I fell over on the couch dramatically. "What are we going to do?!"

"You are going to go to the store and get a couple of bottles." She looked over at my sleeping uncle in his recliner, "Ted, give Savannah your card so she can run to the store."

He remained asleep snoring louder.

"TED!" Aunt Karen yelled making him jolt up with a loud grunt.

"Savannah! You made it! Welcome home!" He bellowed, pushing himself up and hugging me.

"Ted, Savannah needs to go to the store give her your card."

My uncle patted himself down grabbing his wallet.

"Don't spend too much money!" He joked handing me his credit card.

I turned to my aunt smiling,

"Enough wine for the weekend?" I asked.

"Sounds good!"

I shuffled out to my car headed in the direction of the only store in Hawkins, almost getting in a car crash when a blue Camaro came out of nowhere cutting me off.

I stuck my hand out the window flipping the owner the bird as I passed the car pulling into the parking lot.

Once inside, I all but ran to the wine aisle looking at the small selection I had to choose from.

"Hi."

I turned to see a boy standing next to me scanning the selection of red wines in front of us.

"Hh...Hi?" I mumbled grabbing two bottles of Merlot, one for me and one for my aunt Karen, both of which would be gone before the night was over. The women on my mom's side of the family took our wine very seriously.

"I've never seen you around here. Are you new? What's your name?" He asked giving me a flashy grin.

I looked him up and down letting out a small laugh,

"No. I'm not. And my name is Savannah." I ambled down the aisle, grabbing two bottles of Chardonnay putting it in my basket.

"That's a lot of wine." The boy noticed, following me as I grabbed another bottle of Merlot.

"Why are you whining about my wine? You're not the one drinking it." I quickened my pace to the next aisle, praying to myself that he wouldn't follow me.

"How come I've never seen you around if you aren't new?" He asked.

"There's this awesome place some people go after high school called college."

"Hi, Billy!" A gaggle of girls beamed walking by us and giving me the death glare.

"Ladies," He greeted, giving them a wink and a smile. This dude must be the new panty dropper of Hawkins High School.

I continued to walk down the aisle grabbing a block of Gouda and Gruyere cheese.

"You're in college?" He asked, following me.

"Yeah. I graduated four years ago. I'm just here to see my family for Christmas."

He hummed smiling at me,

"What college are you at?"

"Go Tigers!" I hinted looking down at my purple sweatshirt with the words Clemson University sprawled across it giant orange letters

"How long are you here-"

"Nope we are not going to do this," I interrupted.

"Doing what?"

"I'm not interested." I retreated back to the wine aisle, grabbing one more bottle of Merlot before heading to the cash register.

"Come on princess, you're not even giving me a shot." He whined.

"Your mullet has more personality than you do and that's saying a lot because your hair is hideous."

He let out a deep chuckle following continuing to follow me.

"So at one point you lived here but now you don't because you're in college. Mhmm. Do you have any siblings?"

"I have three cousins and they are like my siblings. My parents travel for a living so I live with my Aunt and Uncle." I explained as we stood in line.

"Who are your cousins? I could know them." He asked taking the wines from me and helping to place them on the conveyor belt.

"Nancy, Mike and Holly Wheeler." He perked up smiling.

"My little sister Maxine is good friends with Mike. He's a great kid!"

"And let me guess, you go to school with Nancy?" I proposed as he shook his head.

"Nah, I'm 23, I've been here for about a year."

I laughed out loud, snatching the wine bottle out of his hand. "That's such a lie. You're way too tan to live here for a year. I'd say you are about 17 years old and have been here for maybe six months."

"Okay, okay. You got me on that. I moved here four months ago. But I am 23."

I rolled my eyes moving up in line,

"Okay well if you're that old then why don't you buy me a bottle of wine. You're old enough to make alcoholic purchases."

Billy stared at me, jutting his tongue out between his lips, more than likely trying to figure out an excuse to why he wouldn't be able to buy the wine. Finally giving up he sighed.

"Fine, I'm 17. I'll be 18 before April. Age is just a number."

I paid for my things walking out leaving the boy behind. I trudged out to my car, putting my things in my trunk.

"SAVANNNNAH" I turned around to be tackled by a floppy-haired boy.

"Little Harrington!" I squealed wrapping my arms around his neck. He hugged me tightly to him.

"You're back!"

"I am!"

I had known Steve since he was born, being the kid brother of my best friend, Alex.

******

December 22. 1984

I parked my car in front of the Arcade getting out with Mike and Will. "This is what you guys do for fun now? I was ready to play D&D with you." I moaned making both the boys laugh.

We all walked up as a blue Camaro pulled up and a tiny redhead got out.

"Bye Maxie! Love you! Hi Savannah!" A voice chimed as we walked to her.

"What the fu-" Mike began,

I flicked his ear, causing him to yelp out in pain.

"Michael, language." I bent over looking at who was in the car, rolling my eyes instantly. It was the kid from the store from the other night

The boys introduced me to Max and El, both girls being ecstatic to meet me, especially El. Not only did Mike talk about me, so did my uncle Jim. He wasn't actually my uncle, he had worked with my parents for years at the station before they both decided to retire and travel after I graduated.

******

"Hey, Savannah" Keith giggled, standing beside me.

I ignored him keeping my focus on Galaga and beating the number one high score.

"You know, I keep asking Mike to set me up with you or Nancy but he won't." He alerted, poking me on my arm.

I turned, punching him in the bicep and making his bag of cheese puffs fly everywhere,

"That's because Mike loves and cares about Nancy and I's well being."

I heard a deep chuckle as arm slinked around my shoulder.

"Beat it freak, she doesn't need a loser like you bothering her."

I looked over to see Billy.

"You should take your own advice" I suggested, moving Billy's arm as Mike and Will walked over to me, both squeezing between each of my tormenters.

I smiled placing a kiss on both boys cheeks,

"My bodyguards."

Both boys simultaneously wiped their faces with a groan. I chuckled at their disgust before looking at Billy and Keith who was still standing there looking at me.

"Can we go home and play DnD now? Please?" I begged as the rest of the kids made their way over to us.

"I'll talk Aunt Karen into letting us all have a sleepover, the girls can sleep in mine or Nancy's room."

Their eyes lit up at the idea of a DnD slumber party. They all but pulled me to my car leaving my two tormentors behind.

******

December. 31st, 1984

"Apparently he is the new keg king" I whispered to my friend, Alex as we watched Billy beat his chest like Tarzan after doing another keg stand.

"Is that how lame we looked when we were in high school?" I asked, grimacing at all the teenagers that showed up uninvited to the party we were having for our friends we graduated with.

Billy wiped his mouth on his sleeve, eyeing me and strutting over.

"So...are you drunk enough to think I'm hot."

"There is no amount of alcohol in the world that will make me drunk enough to find you attractive. Listen, bud, I'm so far out of your league that we're not even playing the same sport. So will you please give it a rest."

"You playing hard to get just fuels my fire, princess." He slurred, sloppily leaning forward and puckering his lips.

"Call me princess one more time and I'll make you wish you hadn't," I warned, taking Alex's cup and drinking the contents of it.

"Oh, come on, princess."

I reached out grabbing both of Billy's nipples, twisting them making him jump away in pain.

"The princess is kinky.. I love it."

"I am not drunk enough for this."

Alex busted out laughing, earning him a sharp glare.

"Harrington, I won't hesitate to kill you" I mumbled.

Billy looked between Alex and I, confusion setting in.

"Harrington? As in Steve?"

"No, Harrington, as in leave."

Alex kept laughing, sticking his hand out.

"I'm Steve's older brother Alex. And if I were you I would leave Savannah alone...or it'll get ugly."

"There isn't anything ugly about you," Billy smirked at me.

I groaned, turning to Alex and grabbing his shirt, pulling him to me and pressing my lips to his. The kiss was revolting, like really really bad, neither of us was into it...especially Alex but he got what I was trying to do so he went with it until Billy walked away.

I scrunched up my nose, wiping my face,

"That was bad. I'm sorry, but he won't leave me alone." I apologized.

"I have an Idea on how you can make him stop."

"What?"

"Beer Pong. Give him a taste of Queen Savannah." Alex smirked.

It wasn't that bad of an idea. Back when I was a student at Hawkins High School, I was considered the Queen. My only legacy being the undefeated champion of beer pong. Which now, looking back, seemed really lame.

I made my way through the crowded house until I spotted the taller, lankier version of Alex.

"Stevie! You're on my team!" I mused, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the beer pong table.

"Listen here you little shit," I yelled pelting a ping-pong ball at the cocky mullet wearing dickbag's head. "I have a proposition for you. We play around of beer pong. You win I'll go on a date with you. I win, you leave me and my family alone. That includes Steve. He's my like my little brother"

Billy cracked his knuckles licking his lips. "Sounds like a deal to me, princess."

******

We lost. 6 cups left. I was beyond drunk but still not drunk enough to be able to bring myself to go on a date with Billy.

"Can I have your number so I can call you?" He asked with a smile.

"No, I'm going home," I muttered looking for Nancy and her newest boyfriend, Jonathan.

"But the rules were you lose you go on a date with me." He reminded, walking behind me.

I let out a long groan before turning around,

"Okay fine, but you still have to leave my family and their friends alone. Got it? my aunt's number is 605-475-6968." I grumbled, grabbing a pen from my purse hastily writing my number down in the worst possible way I could.

"Got it. I'll be calling you soon princess, to set up a date."

"I can't wait."

******

January 2nd, 1985

"Okay, I believe I have everything." I huffed, hauling my suitcase down the stairs. I hugged Mike and then Nancy. "Love you guys"

I placed a kiss on Uncle Ted's cheek who was passed out in his chair before giving my aunt Karen a hug.

"I'll call you when I get home. I love you" I announced, hugging her tighter.

"I love you too baby girl. Drive safely and we'll see you in April for spring break!"

I gave each of my family members one last hug before heading out to my car.

"Thank you booger. I hope I'm not forgetting anything, it really feels like I am."

Mike just gave a shrug, putting my suitcase in the trunk.

"That just means you have to come home sooner" He grinned, hugging me one more time.

******

Later that day

Driving back home, I still had the sense that I was forgetting something back in Hawkins

And then it dawned on me.

I forgot about Billy.

I forgot about the date I promised him I would go on if I lost a round of beer pong against him.

I started laughing uncontrollably at the thought of Billy showing up to my Aunt and Uncle's house expecting me to be there. More than likely dressed in his best attire, a button up shirt that wasn't buttoned up enough and a pair of waist-high jeans that were tight enough to make him look like he has an ass.

There was always spring break.

Or summer break.

Or never, which was the idea that I liked the most.

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stormypaint · 4 years

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Ooooh, dream time!

Firstly, I was at school and had had some sort of accident, and was in a wheelchair but could walk a little bit. I had this friend also in a wheelchair who helped me roll around.

We went to the auditorium and watched I think a graduation? Then I went off to look for Steven Universe. I couldn’t find him, and someone tells me he was in his old room, Room 6.

So I go to his room (I didn’t remember the numbers) and he’s not there. I look around- it’s a library, he sleeps in a little tucked away corner you reach via crawling top of the shelves. There’s glass floor at the edge, it’s a really far drop into a city. I’m not scared for some odd reason.

I go to a cabin-y area to look for Steven. His old room, where he lived before he lived in the library. I find what I think was supposed to be Anubis, and this part is foggy but I think a massive black animal is involved. A bear, I think.

So I start walking home, and Steven is long forgotten. Instead, I’m sobbing, absolutely in tears, because I can’t find a trace of my best friend. The sky alerts us that we should watch out for hackers.

I find cop, who’s correcting the sky’s misinformation by speaking into a walkie talkie. The sky echoes her voice and then responds.

I should note the sky shows us a video. It’s of a hacker. She does not actually hack. She looks very sweet, a blond with pink candy-like makeup. The sky says she will lock who she ‘hacks’ into a room, pamper them without making herself heard or seen (giving them ‘all their deepest desires’, but she says to us that she’s not a sex worker.) and then she leaves.

I’m still distraught over my friend being missing (and yes, this is my real best friend. I think. I didn’t get a name, just felt one of their colors, which was teal). The cop turns out to be Percy from Epithet Erased. She comforts me, I cross a bridge over a creak, and then it ends.

...

I’m not done.

All this time I played myself, but this time, no.

We’re in a dark, purple and orange swamp. Three people- a tough, gruff guy, a seductress, and I think a kid. We’re all Drow elves. Like, from DND.

Right now, I play the seductress and the kid. We’re told to collect food to give to the kid, in a Kovu-like situation. He’s a special kid.

So clearly, the old guy doesn’t think I would do very well, but I leave anyway. I can see them still at our little place- like a tall bridge with no way onto it. It’s made of orange wood and covered in vines n shit.

I have a massive hawk with me. I put on my cloak, and venture out, to the left side of the bridge. I grab like, fruits and stuff (all purple and orange), and soon there’s yellow and black, too. I realize the bunches of leaves are edible, so I stick them to my cloak.

I stand in some leaves and they fly to my hand, anything I’m not touching turns into same-colored confetti. Something happens, and I’m not playing the seductress anymore.

Now, I’m a new character- sort of a caretaker for the kid. I take the kid and follow the seductress, I know something bad happened to her. We find a stash of her knives, I grab them all.

We find another stash of her stuff, and one is a list of confirmed somethings related to this contest of foraging. We grab it and turn back. We don’t need to find her anymore.

What’s so, super weird though. Is I could read the screen. You’re not supposed to be able to read in dreams. It had timestamps, like 2:30, and days of the week, like Monday. I couldn’t read it all. but I could read about half of it. Weird.

So we get back and there are two little birds falling off the bridge and appearing at the edge, then coming back and falling off. I grab them.

Then there’s a massive blurry haze. I know something happened here, I don’t remember what. It includes the tough Drow.

We’re back in the forest! But not on the bridge, there’s a clearing with two Drow kids. The seductress is there, and some guy.

I’m playing one of the kids. I want to say it was a girl, but that doesn’t feel right. So we’ll say they were just very feminine. They and their brother were getting ready for some ceremony, and we went through a little path in the burrow and we found a stick!

Not just any stick, though. We found Jack Frost’s magic staff stick.

The Drow boy is super excited and he thinks it’s a lightning stick. I point out the frost speckled on it- it’s clearly an ice stick.

The seductress finds us, she’s livid. She gets the guy near her, we’re now tieflings. Suddenly, a flying tiger appears. The lady from Kung Fu Panda, uhh, Tigress? That was her, just more house cat-like. She’s flying on a stream of fire and sparkler sparks coming from her feet.

She chases after us, we get into a cart (we’re now at a store) and use the stick to boost us as fast as we can out of there.

The tiger makes it very clear that she’s our aunt and she has to kill our mother (the seductress) for the end of the world to happen. We’re suddenly flying too.

Now I’m playing the mother. I know I can’t do too much magic or I will die, but I somehow have Jack Frost’s stick now and the kids are nowhere to be seen- just me and the dad.

I shout some spell at the tiger- it rhymed, I was clearly bullshitting it, but nonetheless a wall of red ice appeared as we soared over an empty parking lot.

We’re now on a highway, the two of us are grappling. The other guy is counting down how fast we are to safety- apparently, a fast food place that doesn’t exist in real life’s sign.

He gets into the sign (like, gets absorbed by it), cheering, just in time to see me die.

He stops when he realizes the tiger’s eyes are now reddish black, and the world starts dissolving. Suddenly she’s a bright cyan rock with two horns, and he’s also a horned rock.

The world is eaten. Fade to black.

We’re back as the two Drow kids, preparing for the ceremony. The boy alludes that he remembers all of it, and he’s gonna find the stick.

The seductress, who is not our mother yet, shakes her head in annoyance. The Drow boy pretends to be a rabbit for fun.

We leave the clearing.

Fade to black, for the final time.

I wake up.

#man my dreams really do be wild tho #ask to tag #this is like.. .a regular dream for me #this is what they're like #varian's dreams

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oc-character-development · 5 years

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Good Omens OCs from my fanfic on A03

Full Name: Delilah Eden Crowley

Age: 12-13

Date of birth: 6th January 2021

Parents: Aziraphale and Crowley (long story)

Species: half angel, half demon (the only one in existence)

Facts:

Crowley thought of her first name

He claims it was because he just liked the biblical name

but really he named her after the Queen song

Aziraphale has no idea that’s the real reason

Aziraphale chose her second name because you know it was the place where everything began.

Doesn’t know how she ended up with blue eyes since Aziraphale has brown eyes and Crowley’s are yellow but genetics are kind of weird in terms of ethereal and occult beings so who knows.

Loves art, writing, drama and musical theatre

Leader of her the Loser Troupe (the name of her group of best friends)

Nice girl but don’t screw her over

Has a crush developing on her best and oldest friend, Cyrus Black.

Potty mouth

Learned all the swears from Crowley

Learned to drive at eleven via Crowley (behind Aziraphale’s back).

Hates Hastur

Thinks Gabriel is terrible

Doesn’t question his authority though

Easily persuaded

But not easy to tempt

Tends to be torn between her demonic tendencies and angelic tendencies.

Been in trouble since birth

Almost killed by a demon, Lilith, whilst she was on a baby killing spree the day Delilah was born (luckily she stupidly told Crowley this, underestimating the demon’s affection for the ‘new born’ and he alerted Aziraphale and got them somewhere safe)

Almost discorporated one time when she was five after being held underwater by a rouge demon who wanted to hurt Crowley and knew it wasn’t easy to go after Aziraphale so went for their daughter instead. Crowley and Aziraphale rescued her.

Loves her parents to bits

But doesn’t believe Crowley cares about her and doesn’t understand that he shows his affection in a less forward way (along with him missing a few events in her short life)

Don’t mess with her family or friends

Full name: Cyrus Theodore Black

age: 13

Date of birth: 31st December 2020

Parents: The demon Lilith and Tom Black

Siblings: older paternal half sister, Artemisia (by ten years)

Species: half demon half human

Facts:

His dad has a huge interest into the ancient Persians and Greeks so he named his children after them

Cyrus is named after Cyrus the Great

His older sister was born when his dad was 16

Chaotic good

Big fan of DnD

Had a crush on Delilah Crowley since they were four

Is blunt towards Delilah but only because of his crush

Acts cool but is actually a softy

Likes bad stuff like stealing and mild violence

Doesn’t condone killing though

Unless it’s other demons

Hates his mum to bits

Because she abandoned him with his dad and then went off on a child killing spree.

Potty mouth #2

Learned it all from school

On the school football team

Hates his teammates though, because they bully his friends (mostly Delilah)

Pulls petty revenge on them every time they do it

Hasn’t been caught yet though

Once punched the team captain, Jerome in the face for talking about Delilah behind her back and expecting him to join in. He got a detention for that.

Extremely good at tempting people

Like if he was full demon he’d be top of the tempting list.

Hates Hastur for no reason other than he’s horrible

Knows he’s definitely going to Hell and lives to it.

Full Name: Eddard ‘Ned’ Grégoire Wilkins

Age: 12

Date of birth: 19th May 2021

Parents: Claudine Delacroix and Tyler Wilkins, Bobby Herschel (mum’s fiancé)

Siblings: Alphonse, Diggory and Contance Wilkins (older triplets by four years), Jo Wilkins (twin sister- missing, presumed deceased)

Species: Human

Facts:

Parents were fans of Game Of Thrones and he was born on the anniversary of the show ending so they named him after Ned Stark.

He’s half French on his mothers side

Parents divorced amicably when he was six just because they didn’t feel a romantic connection there any more but they were still best friends.

In fact Tyler Wilkins introduced his ex-wife to his friend, Bobby Herschel and they started dating

Ned Is very close with his soon to be stepfather, Bobby unlike older siblings who hate their mum’s boyfriend because he seems to favour Ned (Bobby doesn’t, he’s just trying to help Ned with his anxiety and insecurity)

His older siblings tease him because he’s the youngest and the runt of the litter (they’re all outgoing whist he’s an socially awkward)

Developed a phone app software prototype by the age of 10

Nervous wreck after being framed for stealing a piece of equipment from his dad’s work which threatened his dad with losing his job.

It was actually a joint effort from his siblings who did it as a joke.

Socially withdrawn

But has friends he can confide in and accept his social awkwardness

Youngest member of the Loser Troupe

He’s closest to Dexter Jones, the responsible member of the group

Has a secret crush on him but is terrified of admitting it

It’s joked that he looks like a real life version of Milo from Atlantis the lost city (he takes this in his stride, dressing up for Halloween as him multiple times as a kid)

Full Name: Dexter Samuel Jones

Age: 12

Date of birth: 1st March 2021

Parents: Alana and Albert Jones

Siblings: Bonnie Jones (younger sister by two years)

Species: human

Facts:

He’s American

Moved to England when he was eight

Parents are traditionalists

And very homophobic

Not great for Dexter then

Younger sister is way more open minded though

Gets mostly ignored by his parents who spoil his younger sister because she’s ‘perfect’ (she’s not perfect and hates being treated like the sunshines our of her backside and really dislikes that Dexter gets treated horribly)

Badass Hufflepuff (probably)

Loves baking and looking after his friends

His dad does not approve of that

Met Delilah, Cyrus and Ned at age 11

Mostly stays at Ned’s house as a result of his parents being horrible towards him

Has massive crush on Ned

Doesn’t express it because his parents will disown him (or worse)

He’s an Atheist (which makes it hilarious when he finds out Delilah’s parents are an angel and demon)

He’s the responsible friend of the group.

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Hey I noticed you’re into reading (from your blog posts and you mentioning that you have a book blog) so I was wondering if you have any random recommendations? I’m currently trying to avoid high fantasy (dnd type and the like) cause I read it nonstop for two years…

(Also your header oh my god)

RIGHT. YES. I DO !!! disclaimer disclaimer ik my taste in books isnt for everyone but u knocked on my door im simply answering<3 ill put this under a readmore because i just know this will get long (spoiler alert. it did) but before i do know i love u for giving me an opportunity to talk about this

also, i know right !! i love the new thumbnail so much <3

these are in alphabetical order for convenience:)

STANDALONES:

Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkens Reid - THIS BOOK!! I read it in a single sitting so needless to say it completely enthralled me. the format of the writing makes it SUPER easy to read too; its formatted like an interview so there arent really any paragraphs. The story, while an interview yes, follows this girl (the one Ms Daisy Jones) through her life and career as a lead singer for a fleetwood mac-esque band set in the 70s. When I picked this book up I thought man this does not seem like the kind of book Id be into but Ive heard a lot of good things so Ill give it a try (<- bad mindset ik). Nd I am SO GLAD I did because it's like my favorite book.. EVER now! What I said is the bare bones of what it is, because I am afraid if I get into more detail I will simply not stop. Category is for the book I think is coming of age + new adult!

Her Royal Highness by Rachel Hawkins - This book, is technically part of a duology. But it's a disconnected duology, meaning you dont have to read it in order to understand it. Plus I didn't really like the first one too much. PLUS plus this is a wlw story. Main character Millie is having a rough fuckin go of things ok. She has an on and off again gf and while on this gf cheats on her. This sucks but also it's not too important to the plot lol. Shes applied to a university in Scotland and she gets in! This is SO GOOD Plus it gets her away from The Ex. Getting there though, she finds out shes rooming with a literal princess of Scotland (thats. literally what the GR description says. I dont think theyre actually called princesses right?). Except Millie absolutely despises her + frankly she acts very stuck up and all the usual Im A Princess Kiss My Ass shit. But it definitely starts to turn into more due to forced proximity. I will say no more... just know the story is VERRRYYY enemies to lovers in a not-annoying booktok way and I adore it. Its a bi/lesbian wlw story that I think was portrayed really nicely (cue the mean bisexual and even meaner lesbian meme) and the category is contemporary young adult :)

Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel - OHHH SECOND FAVORITE BOOK ALERT. This may be a harder book to take in because it HEAVILY reflects the pandemic we're currently in, but the book takes place in the brief beginning of a pandemic, and most of the aftermath of it. Fictional variant of the swine flu, 99% mortality rate. I will admit if you do not have Shakespearian knowledge and/or knowledge on musical instruments, this might be a tough read but it is SO worth it. The book opens with the death of a renowned Shakespeare (and in general) actor, which is pretty bleak but stay with me. After he dies, the mc (at the time, Jeevan) is feeding us the plot set up, taking in all the new information about this flu thats about to rock their shit. After we get through that though, the book follows 3 people who had a connection to the actor from the beginning - the actor's first wife (Miranda), his oldest friend (Clark), and a young actress with the Traveling Symphony (Kirsten). The Symphony move from town to town 20 years post this pandemic that has left the world quite frankly apocalyptic. No zombies, just.. there are no stores theres no technology the only way to move is to walk or to find some wagons or old cars etc. Anyways they move from town to town performing Shakespeare plays for whoever is left. She, specifically, gets caught up in the crosshairs of this batshit insane 'prophet' who, believe it or not, is connected to the same actor from the beginning of the book. But I will say no more. Please read this. Or at the very least watch the hbo show, thats what im doing now. Category for the book is technically scifi, but the author wishes it was classed as theater fiction.

Survive the Night by Danielle Vega - I will admit, it has been like 6 years now since I have read this, so this will probably be a short description. But I remember absolutely loving this book when I first read it. A lot of people say this book (and the series, which I will also reluctantly mention) is quite cheesy. It might be, but I dont personally think so. oh my god professionalism drop the mc is named the same as my gf are you fuckin kidding lmfao. anyway Survive the Night (the event, not the book. also looking at it like this, now. Someone shouldve KNOWN lmao!!!) is an all-night underground rave in the New York City subway. Casey (god that feels weird) literally just got out of rehab and her friend was like :) I know what we can do for some fun. So they go to do this. And it Sucks! Its Deadly! Literally!. Something is down in these tunnels hunting them, and all the exits are blocked. In my memory, you never see the killer, you never find out if theyre human or not. So its very unseen-horror fear of the unknown. I remember it doesnt have a particularly happy ending though, I will say that. Category is young adult horror.

The Grownup by Gillian Flynn - This is a short story, technically not a book. But its worth the read! Very easy to do in an hour or two at 60ish pages! I will say, if you do read this, be prepared to briefly read about handjobs lmfao. I promise its plot relevant. The mc who I believe remains unnamed works at - I cant remember if the Shop is fraudulent or if only She is - a psychic shop. One morning, a woman comes in to make the mc's life hell, and of course the mc doesnt know this. So obviously she adds insult to injury by lying to this woman to give her life some drama. I cant say more without getting into the plot, but the story takes a Lot of turns. Category Id say is adult thriller.

The Inexplicable Logic of My Life by Benjamin Alire Sáenz - I remember when I was reading this, I specifically wondered to myself why this book wasn't talked about as much as The Other Books. You know the ones. I cant give much of a personal description of it because most of what I remember is the EMOTIONS. This book left an Emotional impact on my life and I think of it fondly. The GR description is short though - Sal used to know his place with his adoptive gay father, their loving Mexican American family, and his best friend, Samantha. But it’s senior year, and suddenly Sal is throwing punches, questioning everything, and realizing he no longer knows himself. If Sal’s not who he thought he was, who is he? - if I can remember right, I do think there is still lgbt rep in a side character. But please dont consider it just because I said that lmao Id hate myself. Read this if you need a cathartic cry and positive outlook on life. Categories are contemporary, coming of age young adult.

There's Someone Inside Your House by Stephanie Perkins - DO NOT WATCH THE MOVIE. IT SUCKS AND IT DOES NOT PORTRAY THE BOOK RIGHT AT ALL. anyways :) this was the first book to actually make me feel genuine fear, idc if anyone thinks its cheesy or bad. Because it made me feel that I will always recommend it as a good horror. The mc, Makani, has relocated due to a Dark and Terrible Past (spoiler: its not that bad lmfao i think that part of the story got overhyped). But at her new school, classmates are getting brutally slaughtered. Important and Deliberate word choice. Seemingly no connection between them, and the murders get more grotesque as the story progresses. I cant say more without getting into plot shit, sorry. Just know its so so good and I am completely unbiased /s. If you can handle horror do yourself a favor and read this at night. Category is young adult horror.

Wilder Girls by Rory Power - DO NOT trust anyone that says this is a sapphic book. There is one (1) kiss between two girls that is never expanded upon and never mentioned again. This is a horror novel. Its also the second book to make me Feel Something. This book made me So Uncomfortable and I think thats GOOD! The book is set on a remote island that houses an all girls school, except the girls at this school have some Fucked Up shit going on with them. Some are growing scales, some are growing new spines, its fucked up. This disease wasn't there from the start though. It's also infecting the wildlife around the school, which makes going outside the fence for any reason - let alone supplies (since theyre quarantined) - fucking awful. These girls know how to shoot. One day, the mc's best friend goes missing though, and oh boy do we learn some shit after that! Massive tw for Good descriptions of body horror. Category is young adult horror. Id probably also throw in a Liiiiittle bit of scifi personally.

SERIES: *I'll only talk about the first book, to save your time. Bolded titles are a Series series, Bolded and Italicised titles are a noncommittal series - you can read them out of order and itll still make sense.

A Good Girl's Guide To Murder by Holly Jackson - PRAISE BE... my favorite series to exist so far! This book follows Pip as she chooses to solve her small town's case closed murder as a senior capstone project. She plans to do this via a podcast type thing, not sure if its a podcast from the beginning. She doesnt believe that the one everyone thinks murdered this girl, IS the one who actually did it, and shes setting out to free this family from that shame, while also kinda validating their own grief. When she starts digging in to this though, bad shit starts happening, that's all ill say. Tw for animal death. Drugs get involved. I am not sure what else to say except this is a REALLY immersive story that keeps you thinking and the last book rocked my absolute shit. Category is young adult thriller.

Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins - I wont spend too much time talking about this one, because its popular (or at least it was) on tumblr. American girl goes to college (I think) in France, makes friends, falls in love with the school's heartthrob. You dont have to reach out, but if you want to you can + ill go a bit more in depth. MWAH. Very feel good fluffy romance. Same can be said for the whole series. Love it. Category is contemporary young adult.

Love and Gelato by Jenna Evans Welch - This is the book I shamefully remember the least about (my favorite is love and luck). Because of this, I am sorry to say but I am ripping the description from GR. Maybe we can buddy read it if you wanna 👀. Lina is spending the summer in Tuscany, but she isn’t in the mood for Italy’s famous sunshine and fairy-tale landscape. She’s only there because it was her mother’s dying wish that she get to know her father. But what kind of father isn’t around for sixteen years? All Lina wants to do is go back home. But then she is given a journal that her mom had kept when she lived in Italy. Suddenly Lina’s uncovering a magical world of secret romances, art, and hidden bakeries. A world that inspires her, along with the ever-so-charming Ren, to follow in her mother’s footsteps and unearth a secret that has been kept for far too long. It’s a secret that will change everything she knew about her mother, her father —and even herself. MAN even I dont remember the secret... buddy read fr??? Category is contemporary young adult.

Rosemarked by Livia Blackburne - I just recently read this duology, its low fantasy imo. The book starts off with the mc Zivah earning her rite as a high healer. She passes the test, and the same day a troop from the Empire comes in, infected with the rose plague. The rose plague is deadly, usually. With two outcomes: rosemarked and umbertouched. Coming out rosemarked is essentially a death sentence; you fight off the disease temporarily, but you can still infect people. The fever will come back to take your life. Umbertouched is the desired outcome; the marks stay but you cannot pass on or contract the disease again. The fever will not come back. Upon treating these soldiers, Zivah falls ill with the plague, and comes out rosemarked. Point A to point B she meets the li Dineas. Its a slowburn not enemies but not allies either to lovers. They invade the capitol, cannot remember why initially, but they end up Essentially starting a war. There is like no content for this book on here and its driving me up a wall. I so badly want someone to talk about this book with. Category is young adult fantasy.

Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo - Another.. semi popular one here on tumblr. So again I wont waste too much of your time with a description and just paste it from GR. Alina Starkov has never been good at anything. But when her regiment is attacked on the Fold and her best friend is brutally injured, Alina reveals a dormant power that saves his life—a power that could be the key to setting her war-ravaged country free. Wrenched from everything she knows, Alina is whisked away to the royal court to be trained as a member of the Grisha, the magical elite led by the mysterious Darkling. I wish I wish with all my heart the original trilogy was as popular as the six of crows duology. This is a series dear to me, and another low fantasy novel, category young adult fantasy.

The Merciless by Danielle Vega - Okay. I dont know you, but Im going to guess this might not be one you consider regardless of what I say LMAO. This is a book ive always described as textually gorey, uncomfortable but not Too uncomfortable. Has religious themes. This book is about an exorcism on an outcast of a girl and the consequences of it. I do not know how to begin to describe this without going off the deep end about it. This is a strange series to read, chronology wise. Theyre all connected yes, but the first two books should be read in the order they were released. The third book is a prequel so it can be read before the first two if you want, or after the fourth. The fourth is the most disconnected though, only callbacks via short memories. This is the worst selling point on a book ever Im so sorry. You like horror? You into religious themes? Exorcisms? Torture? Mean girls, literally? Possibly cheesy writing even though I dont personally think so? Perfect series for you :). Category young adult horror.

Lastly, To All The Boys I've Loved Before by Jenny Han - If you were on tumblr when this series had its boom, you'll know what this is about. Lara Jean Song Covey is a serial romantic, wrote letters shed never send to all of her crushes and stuffed them in a hatbox to forget about them. Until the letters actually do get sent one day. This leads to fake dating, a lot of drama, eventual Real dating, AH its so feelgood im going to die just thinking about it, another reread for me in the future. Definitely. Category contemporary young adult.

THAT DOES IT! Congrats if you made it to the end, hope I didnt smother you. Hope I gave you something you can use. I have a lot more to recommend but these are just the ones I hold very dear to my heart <3 lmk if you need anything else!!! love you!!!

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