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skaikruswan · 2 years

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Cat-shaped Morpheus makes his senses sharper, I get the feeling he's territorial but still, he sulks whenever he smells another human/animal on you. then he will bite, scratch and hiss at people (or other cat, dog) for getting too close to you for his liking.

I can't help but think he's possessive even like a cat. please could you make a picture about it.please

Catty behavior

WC: 1,9 k Ao3

Relationship: Morpheus x reader

Notes: Desire's meddling, Morpheus as a cat, established relationship, possessive Morpheus, some spice at the end.

Dear anon, I can't make a picture about it, but i can write a fic :) I hope you enjoy.

If you liked this story, i have written others.

The tales of Lord Meowpheus: I II III IV

Desire of the Endless lies on their couch in their red chambers, feeling awfully bored. They stretch before getting up and walking towards the sigils of their siblings.

Looking at the black helmet of Dream, a plan begins to form. The mighty King of Dreams has reclaimed his kingdom, saw through their little ploy, and even seemed to have lost his heart to a mortal. It seems that he has taken a liking to appear as a cat.

Desire smirks, reaching for their own powder. If their dear sibling likes to be a cat, then he should fully experience it, with all that it entails.

He takes a fist full of his red powder and blows it onto Dream’s sigil.

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Sitting on your bed, you ramble about your day, your fingers gliding through soft fur, when suddenly the black cat you’ve been petting jumps from your lap and starts pacing around on the bed.

“Everything okay?” you ask, looking around in your chamber inside the Dreaming’s palace. Only a fool would attack Morpheus in heart of his own realm, so you don’t worry, but still you wonder what startled the King of dreams.

“I have yet to find out,” Morpheus answers, his voice echoing inside your mind as his tail slowly swishes around. Seconds pass and you watch as Morpheus keeps on pacing, his golden eyes seemingly seeing something what you can’t.

In the end, Morpheus returns to you, falling down on your lap. You let out an amused snort as you continue with your ramblings. Morpheus nuzzles one hand, and you scratch his chin while your other hand moves over his back. Dream of the Endless can be a needy, touch-starved cat, and you are the one lucky person in the Dreaming to know this.

“Don’t worry. Whatever it is, you will find out,” you nevertheless reassure him. Morpheus rebuilt his kingdom after escaping a century of imprisonment, retrieved his three tokens of power, and if you understood correctly, stopped a vortex. You have complete faith in him.

Morpheus starts to purr and pushes his head against your stomach, as if he wants you to topple. You lie down on your bed, your head connecting with your pillow.

Morpheus stands up, and you feel his golden gaze focus on you. Carefully, he puts one paw on your stomach, and then the other, until he lies down on your chest, his face close to yours. You let out a playful grunt as you feel his weight on you.

“Thank you for your confidence, my love,” Morpheus says, and you feel his rough tongue trail over your jaw. You let out a small gasp, and before you move, you remind yourself that Dream of the Endless is lying on your chest, and as you’ve learned from experience, once he has found a position, he shall remain there.

You let out an overdramatic sigh and roll your shoulder, waiting for Morpheus to rest his head in the crook between your shoulder and your neck. Needy cat, you think, your heart filled with love.

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“A nightmare has gone rogue?” Morpheus asks, his voice a low growl as he paces in front of his throne. You don’t envy Matthew, who has just revealed this information. Morpheus told you that one nightmare had caused a lot of trouble, and you hope that misery won’t repeat itself.

“Yes. You’re going to do something right?” Matthew asks, hopping around, his talons scraping against the stone. Morpheus gives him a sharp glare and Matthew lowers his head.

“Follow me,” Morpheus commands, and the two leave. This is official Dreaming business, meaning you can’t do anything.

You head towards the library, hoping that Lucienne needs some assistance.

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“You won’t believe it! That poor nightmare never stood a chance! Boss really knows how to track them,” Matthew says, his words rushed as he can’t wait to tell the tale. Upon their arrival, Morpheus gave you a long look, and you headed to the staircase leading to your room.

Unfortunately for Morpheus, Matthew is a good storyteller and you’re curious. Right now, you’re sitting cross-legged on a pillow, waiting for the raven to continue.

“Dream locates the nightmare, but instead of directly engaging it, he keeps stalking it, driving it into a corner. The poor nightmare didn’t know what hit it! With slow, measured movements, the boss approaches it, and before it can escape, the he sort of jumps on it – I don’t know, he was next to me one second and then gone in the other – and renders the nightmare immobile. One nightmare caught!”

You start clapping, applauding Matthew’s tale and Morpheus’s success. Your mind is spinning, searching for the right information. Why does this behavior seem so familiar?

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“Oh, he’s the best!” you coo as you play with your parents’ new brown cat, dangling a plush fish in front of him. It has been a while since you’ve visited them, and they kept it a secret, so Zorro, the little Bobtail is a surprise.

Swiping with his paws to catch the toy, you’re sole focus is on the kitten. You try to listen to your mum’s questions, but Zorro is just too adorable. Your hands are full of fluffy kitten hair, but you don’t care.

“Any news regarding romance, sweetheart?” your mother asks, and you continue to play with Zorro, pretending to overhear it. “Mom, I am dating Dream of the Endless, the ruler of the Dreaming, an immortal being,” just doesn’t cut it.

The afternoon passes too soon, and you say your goodbye, vowing to visit more often. On your way home, it dawns on you: Morpheus’ behavior with that nightmare resembled that of a cat. You don’t know what to do with that information.

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Morpheus is late, and you dream up a ball. Sitting in Fiddler’s Green, the meadows around you in full bloom, you hope that his business doesn’t take too long. You want to gush about Zorro. Morpheus still is your favorite cat, but he’s got competition.

You throw the ball up and catch it, the action strangely hypnotic. In a daze, you don’t even notice the black figure until he snatches the ball in mid-air.

Morpheus gives the ball a curious gaze, before throwing it up in the air, as enthralled as you have been before. You clear your throat and Morpheus puts the ball away.

“My love, I am sorry for making you wait,” Morpheus apologizes as he sits down gracefully in the grass. A breeze tugs at your hair and Morpheus freezes. He turns his head towards you, his nostrils flaring, and you can’t help but hold your breath.

“Have you been around other animals?” Morpheus asks, his voice unusually harsh, and you frown. This is odd. You feel his gaze on you, and strangely enough, it lingers the longest on the spots where Zorro touched you the most.

“My parents just got a new kitten, and I petted and played with it,” you answer, and watch as some of the tension leaves Morpheus’ body.

“Apologies, my love,” Morpheus says, and you catch the dangerous glint in his eyes.

Morpheus takes one of your hands, and gently drags one finger across the back of your hand, over each knuckle until he has reached the nail. He continues with each finger and then turns your hand, repeating his strokes. It almost tickles, but feels surprisingly good, and you can’t wait for Morpheus to do your other hand.

After he has finished, he presses his lips against the back of your hand, and you heart flutters. He keeps his eyes, as deep and as blue as the ocean, on you, and you shudder when you recognize the look in his eyes. Possessive.

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“Thanks for the great evening, it has been too long,” you say as you give Alex, one of your oldest friends, a big smile. First, you’ve had a homecooked dinner at your place, and then you’ve watched your shared favorite movie on tv. Life has become hectic; one day has become one week and before you knew it, months has passed since you’ve last since each other. You’ve missed this.

“Agreed,” Alex says, leaning against the door frame. “Let’s meet sooner next time, okay? You ask and I come. I am easy like that.” You let out an amused huff.

“Text me when you’re home okay?” you ask, closing the door after Alex gives you a short nod.

You’ve only made it back to the kitchen when you hear Alex’ muffled scream. You rush back, open the door and see Alex evade a furious black cat.

“You should call animal service,” Alex whimpers, voice a pitch higher than usual.

“Don’t worry, he’s completely harmless,” you answer in a sweet voice while giving the cat a long glare.

Alex flees and you ignore the grumpy cat, entering your home. This is odd, again!

“Is this Alex courting you?” Morpheus demands, following you into your living room. Turning around, you see Morpheus glower at the chair Alex used to sit on, his lips almost a snarl.

“No! Alex is one of my oldest friends, and I would have told you that during my next dream. You don’t need to spy on me!” you answer, your voice sharp and your hands curled into fists.

Silence stretches on until you swallow down your frustration, knowing that Morpheus can be petty if he wants to. His facial expression is unreadable, yet you see a muscle in his jaw clench. Your cat is displeased.

“You have nothing to worry about. There is only you,” you say softly, hoping that he understands your message.

Morpheus doesn’t reply. Instead, he crosses the distance in swift strides and his hands tenderly cup your face. You feel his thumbs trail over your jaw as he leans down to press his lips against yours. The kiss starts gentle, and you move your lips with his. Your fingers slide through the silky strands of his hair, and Morpheus, very in-character, lets out a low purr.

Morpheus angles your head and with your consent, slips his tongue inside your mouth. You let out a soft moan and your hands cling to Morpheus’ back as he pushes you through your living room until the back of your legs hit your couch.

His lips leave yours and you gasp for air. Morpheus lets out a low chuckle before his lips connect with your neck. His hands wander from your face to your shoulders, keeping you in place as his lips trail from your pulse point to your collarbone.

“Mine,” Morpheus growls against your skin, making you fall backwards on your couch. Propped on your elbows, you look up at him, his eyes almost black with desire, and your heart skips a beat.

He slowly lowers himself towards you, straddling you, his body so close to yours that there is no escape from him. Your heart races and heat curls low inside your stomach. Like the cat that got the cream, Morpheus grins at you. He looks more like a nightmare than a dream, black hair more disheveled than usual, his eyes darker than the universe, his clothes crumbled.

“Mine,” he keeps growling every time he presses a kiss against your flushed skin.

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Inside their chambers, Desire lets out a delightful laugh.

#the sandman #the sandman x reader #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #dream #dream of the endless #my writing #lord meowpheus #my sandman fics #to be continued #maybe

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corvus-ace · 1 month

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gotta catch em all: persona 5 edition!

full disclosure, this au started as a joke.

so for the last two-three-ish weeks i've been playing with the idea of a pokemon au for the p5 cast, it's been living in my head rent free, and it's been developing with a speed i definitely was not expecting but am not about to question, and there is definitely an impending fic in the making. so i decided i'd try something new where i actually introduce an au on here before i start posting the fic itself to my ao3 and yes this is partially because my co-developer-slash-beta-reader-slash-best-friend has art pending for this. just gonna do brief introductions (as brief as i can manage anyways; proper character introductions are coming soon!) so without further ado, here we go :D

setup: this is obviously set in the world of pokemon; however it is not set in any particular region. this is partly because i wanted to keep my options open when selecting pokemon for the main cast. in addition, the main cast have been aged up to college age, with the pts in the 20-23 range (as of right now akira will be 22 and the rest will be adjusted around that). pokemon journeys begin around 17 or 18 and there's not as much pressure to start a journey as soon as you're old enough, which is why akira is only just starting his. non-thief confidants will be making appearances, though most will be only minor. also, morgana is not a pokemon - he is still a cat, and he can still talk. this will be explained much much later. for now here's the main cast:

akira: the one on a journey! he lives with sojiro, who runs a pokemon cafe in a small town, and futaba, his little sister in all but blood. he likes to run a mixed-type team and calls home often

ryuji: trainer who specializes in electric types! he was supposed to start his journey right at eighteen but wasn't able to due to his leg injury. he grew up with his yamper, which evolved into a boltund a few months into ryuji's recovery; the boltund is his best friend

ann: fierce fire type trainer who loves to travel! she's in a long distance relationship with shiho, who lives in a neighboring city. her starter pokemon was fennekin, which sparked her love for fire types; she's very protective of all her pokemon

yusuke: ice type trainer whose real passion isn't pokemon battles but pokemon art! he has a goal to paint every pokemon, and he's slowly working his way through every one he can find, starting with his beloved frosmoth. but he can't explore the world just yet....

makoto: the youngest steel type gym leader in her city's history! at only twenty, she was able to beat out several older candidates for the position of gym leader through her sheer skill and her coordination with her pokemon. her skarmory is a force to be feared

futaba: a young intern whose mother was a pokemon researcher! she mainly works remotely from her dad's cafe, but she's dead set on someday being able to visit her mother's lab. she's great with pokemon, with her umbreon providing comfort from darkness

haru: unwilling but skilled psychic type gym leader! her father used to run the gym and insisted she take his place when he retired, and she's plenty suited to the task. but she has other interests and plans for her future that only gothitelle and her other pokemon know....

goro: dark type gym leader who is rarely at the gym! he wants to run the gym, but an organization beyond his control is set on wresting control of the gym from him. they can't get control without defeating him, though, so he and his corviknight are on quite the trip

sumire: the trainer with an uncertain path! her sister once ran a grass-type gym in their city, but she's been in a coma for months. she's not sure how to move forward. fortunately for her, mimikyu found her at her lowest and could help her choose a future....

i'm really looking forward to posting this au, both in the form of actual fic on ao3 and fleshing out the details here on tumblr! i've got big plans for the story, which is shocking for someone who struggles with plot so often, so i think this'll be a fun experience. can't wait to share more :3

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5r #phantom thieves #pokemon #pokémon #pokemon au #crossover #brain dump #literally i love making this au so much #cannot wait to start posting fic #if you have questions they'll probably be answered later #but feel free to ask anyways lol #(ranting about fandom shit makes my brain happy)#this au was born out of doing art for a different au

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exploredawhatifs · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @xottan for the tag!!! This beginner is humbled and honored that you'd think to tag me so ended up doing this instead of sleeping.

How many works do you have on ao3?

(4) in my heart; (6) according to ao3. The first (3) were meant to be one thing, but I didn’t know better. Thought a series would tie them together as one unit more than it actually did.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

157,510… I have mixed feelings about this. I love writers who have an economy of words so I suspect proper editing would cut that crazy number down, but I don't have a proper editing process.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel Cinematic Universe and Sherlock with an eye towards some anime one day

4. Top five fics by kudos

By pure kudo count, the top three go to the three parts of the

For Appearance’s Sake series (Frostiron) followed by

The Doctor’s Choices (a Johnlock WIP) and

Bend Thee Aghast Challenge (a Frostmaster WIP)

but the kudo rank is nearly identical to the posting dates so with only a four month Ao3 career, I’m not sure kudos is a fair way to judge the work

5.Do you respond to comments?

I do now! @lokislonelylady helped me get over the initial comment response fear and I’m forever grateful. Writing and posting also gave me more confidence to leave comments for others’ works and @xottan was the first writer to respond at length. That was a game changer. I didn’t expect responses and still don’t, but it was nice to feel a connection (thank you!!), so now I make it a point to respond to any comments I get as soon as I can or at least before the next post. I don’t get many so it’s easy enough

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angsty… maybe Unbinding (part three of that first series)? I was told the last part was a bit depressing before the comfort hit.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh… only 2 works have an actual ending so far… but I suspect The Doctor’s Choices will be the happiest ending of what I have in the works.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on the fics itself, not yet. More for not knowing what I’m doing, like tagging. The first version of tagging for For Appearance’s Sake series was a mess. Also for not understanding the ship I first ventured into.

9. Do you write smut?

Ehm. Yes. Not sure that I'm particularly good at it, probably not but I only have one story that’s not explicit/dark, and that was just for a therapy assignment.

10. Craziest crossover?

None as of yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not yet. It’s early

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but that sounds cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. I’ve never even had a beta reader… collabs sounds interesting.

14. All time favorite ship?

Great question. This one is hard. It was Johnlock for a long time. I started reading in the MCU eight months ago, and the MCU has so many creative pairings that I’m just confused. That said, based on the various works in progress and ideas popping in my head, it must be Frostiron at the moment.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None. This question prompted me to go fix what I hated about the wip and so, I'm good. I consider Fools’ Scheme a work in progress. Technically, it functions well enough as part 2 in the series in terms of moving the plot along, but considering the whole thing suddenly deviated to an emotional, happy ending, that middle part really needs some emotions massaged into make it work better with part 3, but emotionss are so hard.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’d love to say action with a bit of world building, but who knows? It’s hard to judge your own work, and based on the comments from the English professor in college… this ESL kid was barely understandable.

Realistically, the strength I can confidently talk about is speed. Based on the past four months, I average about 1200 words an hour when at a computer; 600 an hour on my phone (though to be fair, usually when I’m writing on the phone… I’m also supposed to be doing something else… like work). Makes me question my career choice (zero writing involved in my day job). With this writing speed, I really would have been making bang during Dickenson’s day where writers got paid per word.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Emotionsss. How other writers put emotions on paper is beyond me. I do okay with fear and anger but the feels? like love and sadness? Absolute crap, and I don’t know that it will get better since the moment my writing starts down that path, I nope out of there so fast that I’m done writing for that day or it pours out of me in an unfiltered melodrama that I can't imagine anyone wants to read and I’m a wreck for half a week.

Other than that, choppiness. I focus so much on the action and plot that some of it comes out short and action, action, action without the why... this is especially true because my adhd has me jumping from scene to scene or even story to story as I write. Literally Johnlock for ten minutes, then it’s Frostmaster for a paragraph, jump to two separate Frostirons I have going on in the back, and a random Loki & Nebula that’s brewing before jumping back to Johnlock. =.=;;; my brain…

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Yesss. It would be fun to do it in the way Groot is handled in the MCU.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

MCU - Tony Stark/Loki, though it was without even understanding what Frostiron was. I must have read like five Tony Stark/Loki before jumping into writing an unplanned novel, and in all of them, Tony was pretty mean to some weak version of Loki. My fix was to make Loki a bit stronger so that he could send Tony to prison… turns out most people in Frostiron sees them together. Halfway through writing them, I suddenly realized why;;; They’re so alike.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It varies from moment to moment. Literally, it’s the fic I’m working on and since the last thing I typed is Let’s do ‘Just a slave’, (Thor & Loki) that is the one at the moment, even if it was a therapy assignment.

It’s not representative of my usual stuff but I did manage to write it in a single sitting of three hours and found it fun, so I guess it counts.

***done!***

Well, that was interesting. More challenging and fun than I had imagined.

Tagging someone: I also tag @lokislonelylady, though, like @xottan says, no pressure. Don’t know if you can even write until you’re fully healed. Sending my love and gratitude either way! Honestly, there should be an amazing commenters’ version of this because @lokislonelylady , you brighten people's day with your comments! I have learned to comment just as much thanks to you.

And while there's really no reason anyone else will stumble on my tumblr, but if you do and you’re writer, consider yourself tagged! (if you want)

#questions for fic writers #ask game

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pixelchills · 1 year

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What’s up, Current content & Original story starting point

Hey guys! I’m getting back on track with the move now over, and I have my full focus on art and writing again!

I know many of you are getting a bit impatient with the lack of updates on my fics - which is fair, they’ve been without new chapters for a few months now! However, I have been very busy with a lot of other stuff (travels, moving, crafting the dolldrops), and my focus seems to always be on one thing at a time, which hasn’t been the stories of ANSSW or MDD for the moment.

This doesn’t mean I’m abandoning them. The updates will just be a little slower since I write those stories when I feel like it. The reason why the Prequel was written so quickly, was because it was my main focus at the time. I have ADHD, I tend to hyperfocus on one thing for a while, then move to the next. Right now, my focus has been on the Helper Bot AU, commission work, and my original story of Dreamflower.

I might be able to go back to hyperfocusing on ANSSW and MDD, but as for now, they’re getting updates whenever I feel like it. The fics are content I give you guys for free, as art and writing is mostly just my hobby (excluding Patreon and commissions). And since I’m not working this summer, I’m doing commissions. So technically they’re my summer job, lol. So work comes first, and fanfics a bit later.

I am a disabled person with long-term fatigue. There are many days when I can’t make content at all because of how tired I am. And since I have so many projects and AUs and interests (most of them circling around Sun and Moon though), sometimes I’m more focused on other projects than I am on the others. So sorry about that!

This is not what I wanted to talk about, though. Just to give a little heads-up on what’s going on behind the screen!

My genuine wonders lie within the original story of Dreamflower right now, and I would love to hear your opinion on this.

I know most of you follow me for my Sun & Moon stories and AUs, but I can genuinely tell you if you like my storytelling, LGBTQ+ themes, with angst and fluff; I think you’ll enjoy the story of Luan and Solros a lot, since they are based on my Animutant Moon and Sun after all!

While building the story and its characters, and besides a few Tumblr ask answers and drawings, I am really eager to tell their story and work on the universe with you. But right now it all seems to be still stuck in my head and drawers.

I really wish to make Dreamflower into a Webtoon one day. But to get there, I need to get faster at drawing, and figure out the story fully before I can start drawing it. Besides being a visually driven person, I’m also really wordy (ADHD trait, I talk even more than I write). So writing a comic script from scrap, where I need to keep the story moving at a good pace, seems like a lot of work to my wordy brain.

So, I wondered: what if I write first and then script the comic from there?

This way I would be able to get the story out and delivered - with as many words as my heart desires - while also being able to publish content about my original story.

Of course, this would push back the actual starting point of the comic itself, but I have realised this story and its universe are a passion project of mine; I don’t really care how long it takes, since I’m mostly doing it in my free time anyway.

So I have a few options I’d like you to help me pick out from:

Write the story of Dreamflower in the order it should be told, and publish it to AO3. Currently, there wouldn’t be an ending point, since the story itself continues far after where the Webtoon would end.

Same thing, but publish future scenarios/oneshots to Tumblr or AO3 separately too (usually these scenes take place after Solros and Luan have started dating, and they would appear in the main story if you’d like me to keep them secret until in that part of the story.)

Most likely, similar to ANSSW & MDD, I would include art in each chapter for visuals. I’ve found this type of content creation very appealing to myself, as it allows me to both tell a story and draw a scene from the story without it becoming overwhelming like a comic.

So, any thoughts on this? Which way would be a good way to go?

Thanks for reading! I hope you’re having a good summer! (Or winter if you live on the other side of the globe! c:)

I'll be taking a little break again next month when travelling again, but I'll mention that again a bit closer to the date! Just wanted to give a little notice of what’s going on at the moment!

-Chill

#update #life update #pixel talks #animutants #a not so sunny world #my dear daffodil #dreamflower #original story #adhd stuff

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dangertoozmanykids101 · 10 months

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Brush And Floss To Fight Cavities And Other Villains

I forgot I even wrote this first half of a story - back in January of 2020.

SUMMARY: You'll never believe what happened to poor Tom today. He really got sent through the wringer - quite the rollercoaster of a day. But don't worry, Tom is going to tell you all about it. "It all started with this dream I had...."

But first let me blame @maryxglz for starting my morning off today far too fixated on young Tom and his teeth. Our dearest @maryxglz has been fueling our community with the most beautiful gifs for years. Look at this one! (Link to full post in blue.)

@maryxglz posted the above gif back in Dec 2018 in a perfect set of three all looping with perfect timing to showcase his mouth - those lips, that little tongue that peeks out in another gif, and those gleaming white teeth. And I haven't even mentioned the way those eyelashes brush his skin when they flutter closed like a butterfly sunning itself on my finger.

Only for his eyes to open back up with those pale ocean blue eyes that sparkle with ... GOD they are seductive! @maryxglz you have done it again!! He looks like a little coquette that I want to gobble up piece by piece!

[Clearing my throat, unsuccessfully trying to rid my voice of that hoarse gravely growl that undermines my desperate attempt to appear non-predatory.]

Brush And Floss To Fight Cavities And Other Villains

So after spending half my morning fixated on his teeth in this filthy erotic gif above that @maryxglz made, I remembered a stupid crack fic I started back in Jan 2020 that y'all may or may not get a kick out of. You tell me? It's 2111 words and somewhere I have a second chapter started. On AO3 I tagged it with warnings such as minor violence, dreams vs. reality, nightmares, teeth, tooth fairy, alternate reality, RPF Tom Hiddleston, crack fiction, I must've been on crack to write this. Sorry, no smut. It's not really RPF though - just a guy named Tom who looks exactly like the guy in the above gif by @maryxglz Enjoy.

This is from Tom's POV.

You know what saved me? Pilates. I was able to finally buck my hips hard enough to knock her off balance and free my legs from under me.

So it all started with this dream I had last night. You're going to think I'm crazy, but please hear me out.

In my dream, I woke up lying in bed still dressed, smelling like a saloon, and feeling like I'd been in a bar fight. My tongue was cracked and grooved from dehydration and mouth breathing; it felt like the floor of a desert and probably looked even worse. When I opened my eyes, I saw none other than the tooth fairy hovering above my bed with her face maybe 10 inches from mine. She was intently staring at my mouth until I snapped it shut. I was left with this awkward violated feeling, like she had seen me dancing naked in the kitchen.

"You're awake! Oh wonderful. This will be so much easier now." Her face lit up when she saw my eyes open. Her wings moved so fast that I hadn't noticed them until she did a happy spin with an extra swoop-dee-loop and flutter that scattered gold fairy dust all over me and the bed. Some got into my nose which I accidentally inhaled, sending me into a painful coughing fit. At some point I made the mistake of licking my lips; it tasted disgusting and bitter.

Once my cough settled down, I stared at her in disbelief, trying to figure out what or who she was. I hadn't noticed yet that I was dreaming, a concept still far out of reach, nor was I privy to the fact that she was after my teeth. I just felt groggy, still two sheets to the wind with my head feeling thick and fragile, so my mind wandered trying to remember why I would be hung over and where I had gone that night dressed in a tuxedo. In real life I knew I had stayed home, but my attire and the state of my health told another story.

During my internal debate of truth, facts, and misconceptions, the tooth fairy was flipping through some notebook mumbling to herself. All I could understand were random numbers she rattled off in no obvious sequence before she slammed the book shut.

"Right-ee-o then. You are Thomas William Hiddleston, correct?" She smiled with a very business-like receptionist's smile that was as superficial as her gold leaf lipstick.

"Yes." I had no idea what else to say since she wasn't wrong.

"Good. Now open wide please so I can take inventory."

I hadn't realized how little she was. Her face was so close to mine when she spoke that I could barely focus. Otherwise, she hovered beside the bed, slightly floating up and down and still far enough away to skew with my depth perception. Without my glasses or contacts in she was little more than a white blur that far away, appearing to float like an apparition or some energy being. I thought maybe she was an angel, since she wore white and her skin had a gold shine to it, as though she was her own nightlight.

When her hands grabbed my lips and pulled my mouth open, I was shocked that her hands were no bigger than a raccoon or maybe a tiny monkey. Her face came closer to look directly into my mouth. I just laid there and let her do whatever she wanted. I wasn't scared yet, just super weirded out and hoping the examination would be over soon.

She reached in and moved my tongue from one side to the other as she counted to herself, and mumbled things like:

"Yep."

"I knew it."

"Oh, that's no good."

"Yep. That one too."

"Well, that one can wait."

Leaning back she wrote some more things into her little notebook and shook her head. She scratched her chin furiously before writing more, then shook her head again.

"They are not going to be happy about this," she muttered to herself, but her voice was loud enough for me to hear.

In an attempt to lighten the mood as well as distract myself, I couldn't resist the urge to say anything to fill the silence. It didn't matter what I said, as long as I said something. This was unfortunate since what spilled out of my mouth was moronic.

"Well Doc, am I going to live or not? Just give it to me straight, Doc." I used some weird American accent that I couldn't identify, let alone tell you why I used it. I just felt stupid after I spoke out loud. The only other sound in the room was the low whir of her wings beating as fast as a hummingbird. Besides that, the silence was deafening, an assassin to any performer's ego. She completely ignored me as though I hadn't said a word. I'll admit that this wasn't a shock, since my comedic delivery needed a lot of work.

Without even acknowledging me, she put away her notebook somewhere and took a surgical mask out of her pocket. A little metal arm swung down from atop her head that had a huge magnifying glass attached to the end. The lens covered half of her face and from my view her eye was enlarged just as big as the lens.

"Okey dokey Tommy my dear. There is nothing to be afraid of. This will just take a few minutes and it won't hurt a bit. You'll only feel a tiny little bee sting."

"Bee sting?!" I jumped up and scrambled back across the bed. "WHAT isn't going to hurt? Because a bee sting DOES hurt! How do you know I'm not allergic to bee stings?"

“Tommy boy. Stay still." She advanced on my position until I fell off the bed.

I did a backflip, or more accurately a clumsy back roll and belly flop off the bed landing flat onto my face. Keeping my body low to the ground, I tried to crawl away from the bed toward the door. I didn't want to spook her since she seemed unpredictable.

Her advance was steady until I started to crawl, then she whipped around to block my path to the door and flew at me like a bat out of Hel. Knocking me back, the little demon planted herself on my chest trapping my knees still bent underneath me. This left me in an awkward and uncomfortable position with my arms pinned to my sides under her thighs. She may have been tiny, but no amount of wiggling and pushing would budge her. The laws of physics did not apply to this creature. Though she was tiny, she was fierce and weighed a ton.

The comedy of the scene was surreal; I, a very fit six foot two inch man, just got taken down and completely incapacitated by some little pixie devil the size of a large raccoon with wings.

She studied my eyes; she didn't look into them but AT them, first one and then the other, studying them as though she was reading a story we couldn't see, or listening to music we couldn't hear. I watched her facial expressions intensely, trying to interpret something, anything that she might give away.

"Can you hear me Tommy?"

I nodded. I thought I could hear her. My eyes were as big as saucers, so maybe I just saw her talk while my brain made assumptions about what she said. I rapidly blinked a few times to verify that my eyes were indeed open, but I couldn't figure out how to verify that my ears were turned on.

"OK. Good. I'm going to take three teeth, and then you can go back to sleep."

THREE? .... THREE TEETH!!

I shook my head violently, partially to make sure I was hearing things correctly, partially to rattle some things lose in case I was going crazy, and partially because I was really hoping this was a dream. I continued to shake my head plus as much of my upper body that I could, because there was no way in Hel I would let her near my mouth. I held my lips pursed so tight she would have needed a crowbar to get inside. She tried to grab the sides of my head to steady me, but I just thrashed harder.

"You need to settle down Mr. Hiddleston. Just open your mouth and you'll never even miss them. I promise! But I'm not leaving here tonight without them."

Anger and contempt formed in her eyes. Her hand pulled back and she swung. She slapped me so hard that I heard a bell ring.

In that stunned moment my mouth fell open and those tiny little monkey hands of hers dove into my mouth. She grabbed ahold of one of my molars and started yanking at it. I've never before felt anything so bizarre or disturbing.

If that little angel hadn't fallen from heaven already, she surely would soon. The anger in her eyes glowed like the flames of Hel as she glared at me; she looked scary. Those tiny little hands pushed down on my windpipe at just the right spot. With the creepiest smile flashing large bright white perfectly straight teeth, she watched me struggle and gasp for air. I slammed my knees into her back several times, but she didn't budge.

"Well my dear sweet Tommy-Boy, looks like we'll have to anesthetize you in order to retrieve what we are due. Now just close your eyes. That's it. Go to sleep."

The lack of oxygen to my brain started to take its toll. I stared up and the world slowly was swallowed by a black cloud encircling her so she became this golden flame still visible inside my rapidly diminishing vision; she was the only light within a vast darkness. The irises of her eyes spiraled with green and gold as everything grew darker and darker until all I could see were those eyes and hear her saying "Tommy-Boy" over and over again.

It was terrifying! I thought I was going to die.

With my last ounce of strength before I completely succumbed to an unconscious void, with one last abdominal crunch to literally save my life, my knees hit her back with enough force to push her off me.

I sat up, coughing and drawing as much air into my lungs as I could, but no sooner had I caught my breath that she knocked it right out of me again. I heard this shrill scream behind me seconds before I felt the impact. She flew full throttle into my back and sent me rolling across the floor.

With my adrenaline pumping overtime by this point, I felt like Kong as I stood up and reached for her as she flew around me just outside of my grasp. Swooping in and out, stabbing me repeatedly with something sharp, she hissed in response to my roars.

Then I got her!

My giant gorilla hand wrapped around her ankle and threw her to the ground. Dust plumed up from the carpet like a cloud, leaving a small crater on my bedroom floor.

Finally I had knocked the wind out of her giving me the upper hand for a mere moment, but that was plenty of time. I roared into her face with the fury of a wild animal before grabbing her feet. Lifting her up into the air like a rag doll, I slammed her body back down to the ground again and again and again.

Eventually she just disappeared out of my hands in a sparkling puff of smoke, leaving me standing alone and bewildered. I sat back down on the edge of the bed staring at the state of my room wondering how I would ever explain the damage to the floor, especially considering that every surface of my room was covered with a sparkling gold glitter.

Looking at my hands and legs, I was covered with the same glowing gold dust. I couldn't rub it off no matter how hard I tried. Finally I just gave up and flung myself back onto the bed absolutely exhausted.

'What the fuck just happened to me?` was all I could think as I drifted back to sleep.

"Tom! Tom!"

I felt something kicking at my leg still dangling off the bed, and I heard myself grunting with each kick to the shin. That sensation was real, very real. My shin would surely develop a huge bruise quickly.

"Ouch!" I finally moaned almost intelligibly.

"Thomas William Hiddleston! Wake up you asshole!"

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lychniis · 1 year

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MEMORY — REFERENCE NOTES + CONCEPTS

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( some gods were but forgotten memories ; even for him. ) there was once a god in sumeru, cursed to be forgotten. foras, who danced beneath the moonlight. foras, who walked amongst mortals and granted her wishes, who stood upon destitution and death in the face of madness. foras, who dared to love morax with her heart and soul.

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REFERENCES ;

🦋 — INTRODUCTION

first off, thank you to @silentmoths and @ofoceansandtombsanew for actually sitting through my mad ramblings for this fic and the story. a lot of my current notes and plot threads were actually developed while i was speaking to them and to bear that level of patience witnessing my keyboard smashing? you have my respect ( also please check out the latter's god reader fic for genshin ; her reader, amur literally has my heart ).

one of the main reasons why i’m excited about this fic is mostly due to sumeru’s lore as a whole. the reader is from sumeru, and with me being south asian, i can nerd out and add as many references as i want, both in and out of lore and straight out of historical and mythical text. this post is actually a compilation of the references i added to my story so far. i'll keep updating it with every chapter, so if you're interested in any way, feel free to drop by!

in regards to the reader; yes you could say she is an oc of sorts, but simultaneously, she is not. i think the only set thing about them other than their backstory and personality is the godly title 'foras'. the interpretation of her appearance is wholly up to you, though i may end up drawing artwork of my own of my interpretation of her.

memory as a whole, is supposed to be a tragedy, as well as a bit of a study on zhongli's character and other stuff related to the reader that i will delve into later. but loneliness and helplessness as a whole is certainly going to be a recurring factor here. also i'm a total sucker for the 'god who loves humanity but is too weak to help them' trope. think of the song zange mairii...it's sort of like that.

speaking of which, yes foras is a god similar to the ones in noragami, one of my favorite animes, who are either reincarnated humans or were born from a wish or a story. due to this, human belief and memory is what essentially keeps them alive. i think you know where i might be going from here >:).

🦋 — PROLOGUE

i. the poetry used is an excerpt of the first and a part of the second paragraph of walter del la mare’s poem, two epitaphs. there is no clear explanation on what the poem itself is about but i take it to be a reminder of human mortality in a way. the poet is basically telling you that all in all, in the end, you're going to be pretty lonely after death and that kind of struck me as morbid and funny. it does tie into the reader's story in a way, since she literally dies before being pulled out as a fresh new god centuries later.

you know, like a potato.

ii. bhasmasura is actually a demon from hindu texts, a demon who asked lord shiva for a boon after he meditated for a really, really long time. unfortunately, hindu gods weren't all that great at noticing red flags and shiva certainly did not when bhasmasura flat out asked him for the ability to spontaneously combust anyone who he touches.

shiva did realize his oopsie when said demon turned on him and flat out started chasing him through the heavens trying to boop his nose. in the end, vishnu, the guy who manages the divine balance and all ended up taking the form of one of his incarnations, mohini, who is dubbed to be the most beautiful woman in the world and effectively seduces bhasmasura.

now, being a simp, bhasmasura skips the dating stage and asks her to marry him. mohini refused and states that the only way she will accept his hand in marriage is if he replicates her dance moves to the 't'. now at the stage of near obessive simping because mohini hot, bhasmasura agrees and mohini starts showing him the dance steps he was meant to copy. he does do surprisingly well.

until mohini touches her head.

and this dumbass does too.

so he ends up reverse midas touching himself and spontaneously combusts due to his own powers. mohini then returns to the heavens as vishnu again, ignoring all the horrified stares he received. the moral of the story : don't skip to marriage without a few dates.

iii. one of the main reasons why i chose bhasmasura is mainly because of the relation between the boddhisattva and vishnu. due to years of adaptation and appropriation, hindu and buddhist gods are pretty easy to mix up or corelate to each other. in some parts of india, people might just tell you that the boddhisattva ( who is buddha's og form ) and vishnu as basically the same. it's really confusing and explaining it in depth would take a while. all in all, it's kind of similar to the roman-greek thing where they have similar gods going by different names.

the boddhisatva's incarnations are actually detailed as different stories in the jatakas. so yeah, in the archon war, rukkhadevata basically mc-killed teyvats bhasmasura XD.

iv. mahosadha is a prominent characters in the jatakas and is actually the one incarnation i'm the most familar with ( a la the amar chitra katha comics ). in the original stories, he was a really smart baby who was later adopted by a king and made his advisor at the age of seven. so yeah, smart baby. most of his stories revolve around him completely decimating evil plots and schemes.

here he is is more or less one of rukkha's avatars ( like nahida...hmmmm foreshadowing??? ), a leaf taken from the irminsul. you could say he's sort of her son, but since he is a completely separate being from her, he has more of a diciple who traverses around teyvat to collect knowledge while she manages her nation. the reader is actually his junior in this craft.

he can also talk to birds and has a pet parrot, which i think is cute.

v. 'anahita' is my stand in name for the goddess of flowers. she's the persian goddess of nature and fun fact, nahida's name is actually derived from 'anahita' which is pretty fascinating! anahita's symbol is the lotus flower ( similar to nilou's own lotus motifs ). while the recent quest did give lots of insight on the goddess as a person, we still got no name. i mean, come on hoyo, don't be shy-

vi. 'vanrani' means 'forest queen' or 'queen of the forest'. sort of a nod to the aranara's 'arayani'. he usually calls her that as a term of endearment or informality rather than using it as a formal title. it's on the same vein as say, the names 'venti', 'zhongli' and 'ei'.

vii. ah yes the monsoons. it's basically the only drastic change in weather we get in the coasts. i remember many a day kicking buckets under leaky parts of my roof and sitting in the dark in the middle of power cuts. good ol days.

viii. the reader's goetia name is 'foras'. according to the ars goetia and our overlord, wikipedia :

'foras is a powerful president of hell, being obeyed by twenty-nine legions of demons. he teaches logic and ethics in all their branches, the virtues of all herbs and precious stones, can make a man witty, eloquent, invisible (invincible according to some authors), and live long, and can discover treasures and recover lost things.' [ source wikipedia ].

my other alternative name was 'bifrons' for the reader, but foras' 'wish granting' schtick seemed to sit better.

🦋 — CHAPTER ONE

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🦋 — CHAPTER THREE

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🦋 — CHAPTER FOUR

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🦋 — INTERLUDE

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🦋 — EPILOGUE

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CHARACTER CONCEPTS + SKETCHES ;

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mrssimply · 1 year

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13th: Servitude

So, this one was unprompted. Indeed, since I didn't gather enough prompts over Tumblr at the time, I decided to use this event as a motivator to do all the projects I once said I would do and never did. Mainly, I purged "The List", which was that damned list of ideas and concept we all have. Let me tell, you, this event allowed me to strike A LOT of items.

And this is one of them.

This idea was "prompted" by the game itself, by the patch that brought more text interractions between V and their love interests. In one of them, V brags to Panam about knowing Kerry, and Panam says she is a fan. Then, there was also the fact the game never adresses the fact you can have multiple partners without really talking about it. I always wondered what would be Panam and Kerry's reaction to that.

Finaly, I love both Panam and Kerry, I find them both extreemly hot so... Since I have the power of words, I made it happen.

Hope this unusual pairing will make you curious enough to try it, reader. It would make my day to know what you think of this :D!

You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

Oh and since it'll probably be the only Kerry/panam/V fic ever, I made it E-rated.

When V kissed Kerry the first time, Johnny stayed silent until they were back in his flat. Then, he sprawled on the couch, feet up on the table and grinned at V: “So, what are you gonna say to Panam?” he asked, hands behind his head. “Man, can’t wait to see her reaction.”

Unfortunately for Johnny, he never saw the moment it happened because, by a series of events, the secret lasted for a while. Nearly a year.

Said events included: storming the Arasaka Tower, going on a trip across the NUSA to look for a cure without results, coming back to NC at Kerry’s request, getting a very expensive treatment the rocker paid for, recovering while Panam kept the Aldecaldos moving around, and finally, inheriting the Afterlife when he was back on his two feet.

During all this, V lived in a constant low level of guilt and fear. Guilt was obvious, because what he was doing was so wrong, but when it started he’d been dying, knee deep into a megacorp familial drama. Then he was still dying but with a six month extension… V took it as some sort of revenge on life: if he had no time to live, then he would make the most of it. Now that it appeared he had a whole century ahead of him, well, the guilt was back in full force.

Fear was maybe understandable: he feared to lose them both the moment they discovered how he’d betrayed their trust. But while this self-centered concern was maybe common, V also had a very concrete fear of not surviving the event, because both his lovers were a bit crazy when it came to love matters and being cheated on.

V remembers very well a number of stories Johnny told him about how Kerry thrashed cars and burnt the belongings of his exes, and sometimes even started fights with them Johnny had had to finish for him (with cracked ribs for the cheating guy). There was also the very real threat of Kerry sicking a horde of angry fans on him, since that had happened at least five times already, and twice with media exposure because the exes had been minor celebrities. They never performed ever again after that.

As for Panam, Mitch and Carol took vicious joy in recounting the time Panam discovered her input was seeing three other girls, one in each city they traveled to. They told V how she drove him into the middle of the desert under the pretense of a romantic night, only to leave him there without water but with busted coms. The guy nearly died, apparently, which the Aldecaldos seemed to think was just what he deserved. And finally, V remembers well what she did to the guy who betrayed her thrust and stolen her car… And Nash had only been her business partner.

So really, as time went on, V went deeper and deeper into his lie and soon, he could see no way out but his death at either of their hands, as dramatic as it sounded.

The day it happens, V isn’t prepared. He is in the middle of a job up north, trudging through the oil field after dealing with the last of Jotaro’s minions. A job he’s getting paid for but V would have done it gratis if the families hadn’t insisted on paying him.

He’s covered in blood and dark smelly dirt when he receives a first text from Panam: “you’re dead to me.”

“Fuck,” he curses out loud, stopping in his tracks as his heart suddenly goes into overdrive. He tries to call her but of course she doesn’t pick up. In the meantime, he receives another text, from Kerry this time.

“Congrats, I think you beat Johnny on the asshole scale.”

Trying to call him doesn’t work either, so V stays in the middle of the waste and sighs, looking up to the sky. The sky’s answer is a downpour. Talk about Karma.

V holes himself in the Afterlife. Kerry’s and Panam’s biometrics are in his smart home system, meaning they can both access it, so it’s the least safe place at the moment. He tells Emmerick very firmly to not let anyone looking like a Eurodyne fan or an Aldecaldos washup in. The bouncer replies that description fits about two thirds of their clientele, but V ignores him and goes to the bar. As always, Claire gives him the silent treatment, since she’s still not forgiven him for going on with the race instead of helping her kill Peter Samson. As he rounds the bar with the intent of pouring his own drink, she gives him a smirk and that stops him in his tracks.

She looks very satisfied with herself.

“What did you do?” he suddenly asks.

She leans against the counter, arms crossed and her face full of a gleeful malice. V expected her to resign when Rogue announced she was trusting the Afterlife to him, since she probably wouldn’t like working for him, but she stayed and he felt too guilty to pry into her reasons for not quitting. He’d naively thought this meant she was on her way to understand why he hadn’t let her go through with her murderous plan.

“Since you were too sick to celebrate your birthday, Kerry decided Christmas was the occasion to do a big party with all your friends. Celebrate your recovery and all that. He asked me if he could rent the place discreetly, and asked about some of your friends. I told him not to forget to invite the Aldecaldos,” Claire explains.

Shock stuns V and he gapes at her. This was very deliberate on her part! He realizes that, of course, she knows about his two affairs. Being the bartender, she hears everything and V has received both Panam and Kerry here. Weyland and Emmerick probably know, too, hell, maybe half the regulars know about it… But none of them decided to use that against him. Claire did.

“Fuck, are you insane?!” He barks, getting into her face.

“Now you know what losing someone you love feels like!”

V’s face contorts into a series of painful expressions: anger, despair, a profound melancholy. It seems to surprise Claire, for she uncrosses her arms with a confused expression.

V sighs, closes his eyes for a second before turning away from her. A few patrons are looking at them with eager expressions; there is no worse gossip than a bored mercs.

“Take a few days,” V says to Claire and she stiffens, walking past him after a second of hesitation. He catches her wrist.

“I’m not firing you, but I really need to not see your face for a few days. Try to think about what you’ve done in the meantime.”

“I won’t apologize,” she taunts.

“Me neither, Claire. I tried to be a friend to you, and I really hoped you would understand my choice. If you can’t, that’s fine, but what you did is fuckin childish.”

He keeps his tone gentle, tries to convey the honesty of his intentions and maybe for the first time, she gets it. Her gaze trails downard before she wrenches her hand free.

“You’ll get paid leave,” V concludes as she walks away.

He waits until she’s disappeared behind the corner of the entrance before turning back to the mercs at the bar.

“Something on my face?” he snarls, and they all get super invested in the bottom of their drinks.

Shit, he needs to find someone to replace Claire till the end of the week. And then try to deal with the mess she created. He can’t even be mad at her for long: he had it coming.

Two days later, V tried calling either of his… exes so many times he stopped counting. He’s probably been blocked but he can’t help but try. He hired two mercs to try and see if Kerry was in his home, then called Mitch who told him to get lost, then Carol, who replied with a poop emoticon, then the rest of the Aldecaldos, who didn’t pick up. For a hot second, V wished Saul was still alive, he would’ve at least answered V. He sent flowers to Kerry yesterday, and had the same two mercs deliver a whole shipment of components to the Aldecaldos camp. The mercs came back with the packages and bullets in their trucks.

Sighing, he brings his glass of Johnny Silverhand to his lips — the guy filling in for Claire is a fast learner, thank god for small mercies — and lets his head rest against the back of what used to be Rogue’s couch.

The club is nearly empty as the clock reaches three in the morning, an hour where mercs are out on jobs and clients in bed at home. In the relative silence, V allows himself to experience a moment of despair. What if it’s really the end?

Distantly, he can hear Johnny’s voice saying something about gonk wannabe mercs in a long suffering voice.

“Fuck,” he whispers, only to be startled by a ping on his holo, the special notification signal he put for Panam’s number.

It’s a picture, that he opens with trepidation only for his lungs to collapse on themselves like he’s been punched.

The picture is taken from her view, allowing V to see the perfect expanse of her body, the soft slope of her breasts, the curve of her stomach, down to her spread legs. Between them is Kerry, eating her out, both hands gripping her thighs and holding her open for him. He is looking up, mouth pressed against her clit and looking rightly debauched with his hair mussed by her free hand.

The pic brings a lot of confusing emotions to V’s: lust is the first one, powerful and sudden, because this is his ultimate fantasy, the one he barely dared to think about even in his wildest dreams. With how jealous they both can be, he’s always thought he would lose one, if not both. No, he’s always known he would lose both.

Then comes jealousy, pure and simple, because what he wanted so much is happening without him, and it feels so unfair, which is probably exactly what they wanted him to feel.

Then comes another strong wave of despair because yeah, they are pissed. He doesn’t know what to do, what to answer, so he just keeps on drinking.

Later, he receives another text, this one is a vocal and he fears listening to it, but he does anyway. It’s them, panting and moaning. He knows just from the way Panam keens that she came a little before because these are the sounds she makes when she is over sensitive. Kerry is close, so close. Another ten seconds of hearing them curse and grunt and Kerry moans out loud, long and nearly painful as his climax hits him.

V throws the empty glass at the wall and curses out loud, making the few patrons and his new bartender look up at him. He realizes he is standing, breathing like a bull with chaos churning in his head. With a dejected look, he stalks to the backroom to prepare for an excursion in NC’s shadier parts, looking for a fight.

It’s two more days before he receives another text, this one from Kerry. V dreads opening it but by now, the painful sensation of heartbreak has fully settled in and a little bit more agony is nothing. It’s just a text, this time, and it says “meet us at your place, we wanna talk.”

He sits up on the couch, reading over the text once more to make sure he got it right. His Kiroshis flash with a warning about his BPM, but he doesn’t care. He’s shaking as he replies that he will be there asap.

He stumbles in the dark of the backroom of the Afterlife, having stayed with the light off since he came in to… Meditate. Sulk, Johnny’s voice says, you were sulking. Funny how his conscience now has Johnny’s voice.

When he gets into the flat, he does it warily, he’s still not sure they don’t plan on killing him and burying his corpse in the badland. On the other side of the room, Kerry is sprawled on the couch in his usual attire, complete with the glasses that prevent V from reading his expression. Panam leans against the window to Kerry’s left, one foot against the glass, arms crossed over her chest with a scowl. Both are lit with the dying sun, and seeing them reunited in the same space for the first time is unreal. So close from his deepest wish, and yet, so, so far from how he would have wanted it.

Since none of them say a thing, he gets closer and stops when he’s right in front of the coffee table standing between him and Kerry, with Panam on the edge of his field of vision.

Kerry drums his fingers on the back of the couch.

“So?”

V swallows.

“I fucked up.”

“Yeah,” the rocker replies.

“I’m sorry,” V continued, turning his head to address Panam. She looks to the side, her jaw tightening.

“I should have told you, both of you. There was never a right time ‘cause of the whole relic thing,” he tries to explain, “then I was dying… After that, I don’t know, I just didn’t know how to tell you,” he admits.

Kerry winces, like he always does when V mentions his near death experience, and runs a hand over his mouth before frowning.

“I don’t give a shit about your justifications, V,” Panam intervenes. “I trusted you, we both did, and all this time you were fucking with us!”

“No!” He pleads, turning to her, and if he thought it would sway her, he would fall on his knees, “never, I… I don’t know how to explain this right, it’s just… I really love you, both of you!”

“You’re an asshole,” Panam cries out, but V can tell she hadn’t expected a love confession. He never told her, he told neither, because he was dying, because he felt guilty.

Kerry shifts on the couch.

“Yeah well, that’s great, but you didn’t give us the full disclosure. Didn’t give us a choice to decide if we wanted to be with you or not under the circumstances.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I was scared of losing you. I was selfish, I know. I wanted everything. It’s just… I was dying, there was no time, I just wanted to live everything all at once.”

He knows he can’t put everything on his sickness, it won’t go, but it’s the truth. He wishes he could accuse Johnny, tell them it’s the wires that got crossed while the engram inhabited his mind, but he knows it’s not: it was pure survival instincts, and latent assholeness.

“You’re lucky, though,” Kerry continues, not looking at him, “We’re very understanding people.”

V refrains from reacting in any way and he can feel the tension as they both wait for him to call them on such a lie. He doesn’t, he’s not stupid.

“We talked it out,” Panam goes on, “We… fuck, maybe it could work.”

This, V didn’t expect. His heart speeds up, hope flaring in his chest.

“Thing is, V, we both care about you and well, at least you picked someone decent to fuck me over,” Kerry intervenes, grinning at Panam who smiles at him sheepishly and will wonders never cease? V can barely believe it as he takes a shuddering breath.

Kerry holds out his hand to the Aldecaldos’ leader and she goes to him, slipping her hand in his. V watches the rocker’s fingers close around her palm as he pulls her in until she stands right next to him. Panam looks a bit starstruck and V remembers she is a fan, too, and maybe this feels a bit like a dream to her as well.

Between the three of them, and despite his questionable maturity on some things, Kerry is the one who’s got the most experience when it comes to relationships: he has tried a lot of things and V knows he’d been in polyamory circles a few times. V was more worried about Panam, who has such difficulties opening up to any partner, and through her bravado, V can tell she is insecure. But Kerry seems to have proved himself trustworthy because she looks relaxed as she lets herself be guided. Kerry really likes her, V realizes, because he’s looking at her like he looked at V in the beginning of their relationship: like she is cuter than she ought to be, like he shouldn’t be getting into this at his age but he’ll do it anyway. His gaze is tender and honest, and Panam looks the same.

“Fuck, thank you, yes, please,” V babbles, taking a step toward them.

He freezes when they both turn their gaze toward him, throwing him a warning look. V raises his hands in a placating gesture. Ok, so, there might be a positive end to this, but he hasn’t reached it yet.

“Now, we can’t reward bad behavior, V,” Kerry declares, stroking Panam’s hip, the patch of naked skin between her pants and her bodysuit. “You’re gonna have to work for it.”

“Anything, please, just give me a chance,” he vows instantly.

Kerry glances at him for a second.

“How long have you been hiding that from us? About a year, right?”

Panam nods and V winces.

“Then let’s say you owe us a year of servitude. Whatever we want, whatever we ask of you.”

Shit, trust Kerry to have such ideas. He feels like herakles being tasked with the twelve impossible tasks.

“Sure,” he answers, like he has any other choice.

“Great,” the rocker cheers with a devious smile. “Then get on your knees, and crawl here.”

V isn’t surprised Kerry elected sex to test V’s willingness to work for forgiveness. It’s a very important part of the rocker’s life, and a way of expressing himself. At nearly ninety, Kerry is still one of the most sexually active men V met. Panam, being a nomad, was raised in an environment were sex was part of daily life: the lack of soundproofing between the tents meant anyone was always more or less aware of who was having sex with whom, even if they tries to stay discreet for the kids. But so far, their sex life had been pretty vanilla, if only due to the fact they didn’t have a lot of time, between V’s recovery and Panam’s duties.

So his situation is not surprising when it comes to Kerry, it’s a bit more surprising when it comes to Panam but sure, V won’t lie and say he’s not up for it.

After going down on them downstairs, alternating between sucking Kerry’s cock and eating Panam out while they kissed, they went upstairs. There, V was told to undress and get on all four on the bed, which he did.

“Ever pegged him, Pan?” Kerry asks and V distantly notes that they’re using pet names already and feels a bit cheated, but he can’t really complain. He doesn't hear her reply, but Kerry hums.

“Well, wanna try it? I think he would look good taking it from you.”

V curses slowly and turns his head slightly. Panam is looking at him and he approves discreetly to reassure her, if she needs it. She turns back to Kerry with a smile and nods.

“Perfect, got just the thing with me!” Kerry grins and V chuckles. He planned this.

Since no one is objecting to him watching, he does. Kerry brings back a strap and a big black dildo and V’s mouth waters at the same time a thrill passes through him. The thing is huge.

Panam smirks as she takes it in hand, stroking the length once as if to test its texture and hardness. When she nods again, Kerry winks at her and comes closer. Gently, like he nearly never is with V, he kisses Panam. It’s a teasing kiss, brushes of lips against her mouth, fleeting licks of tongues and soft bites. But Panam is as fiery as Kerry is, and soon she is kissing back without restrain, making Kerry hold her closer, tighter. He lets out a small noise of pleasure that goes straight to V’s cock. They might have come earlier but he didn’t and once the feeling of unrealness passed, he’s been very eager to live this through. Kerry is still kissing Panam as he finishes undressing her and she does the same for him. It’s quite the spectacle, one that V enjoys with greedy eyes. He watches Kerry pinch Panam’s nipples through her bodice, watches her fingers run over Kerry’s ass to bring him closer, teasing him like he teases her. Like they’re both teasing V.

Once they’re naked too, Kerry kisses Panam’s neck and slides behind her. He mouths at each knob of her spine as he kneels behind her to put the strap on. She lifts a leg then the other to get into the panties. It’s a pretty thing, it looks comfortable and even has some lacework on the edge. The dildo is standing proudly, snugly fit against her pubes.

“All set,” Kerry purrs, stroking her ass and even giving her a little slap. She laughs and comes closer to the bed. Seeing her walk like this makes V’s mouth water.

“Want me to prep him?” the rocker asks.

“Let's do it together.”

They do so and it’s a sweet torture. Panam’s fingers trail over his hard dick before sliding behind to his taint while Kerry gets the lube. He even warms it between his fingers before joining the nomad’s pointer over V’s hole. Together, they rub over it, smearing lube over his rim, pushing in teasingly, adding more and more lube as they press inside.

“Shit,” Panam curses, “this is —”

“Hot, right?” Kerry suggests and V turns once again to watch them.

Panam’s gaze is stuck on his ass, but Kerry is looking at her with a small smile at the corner of his lips. The merc gets the feeling he was lucky in hindsight, cause apparently Panam’s charms worked on Kerry like they did on V, despite the fact that few women hold his attention. The young fixer hides his satisfied smile against the pillow, and arches his back more.

“C’mon, he can take it, trust me,” Kerry encourages her and V feels two fingers push inside his hole. He clenches and relaxes around them with a small moan that makes her laugh.

“Can I touch you?” The older man asks the nomad.

“Yeah,” she breathes out and V watches as Kerry’s fingers go to play with her breasts, leaning in to suck on one as he pinches the other. As pleasure rises inside of Panam once again, her movements get a bit more forceful, and soon she is adding more lube and a finger. V curses, pushes back against her because he really wants it, now that they started.

He hears Kerry shift until he’s kneeling in front of V. His cock is still soft but that doesn't stop the merc from putting his lips around it to suckle. His partner chuckles, strokes his mouth with a thumb tenderly.

“Look at you, becoming all slutty for us. You like that?”

V bites Kerry’s thumb softly.

“You can’t imagine how much,” he mumbles, “I only dreamed it so many times.”

Kerry’s eyes sadden for a moment.

“You should have just told us.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Kerry nods, then his blue eyes flicker to Panam and they seem to have a silent exchange before the rockers sigh.

“The things we do for love,” he mutters and V’s heart soars in his chest because this really sounds like a confession. He smiles, gives Kerry a hopeful look and gets rewarded by a kiss.

Panam pulls her fingers out and grips V’s cheeks apart, nails digging into his skin and making him moan into Kerry’s mouth.

“I’m really gonna enjoy that,” she confesses and V snorts, looking over his shoulder to wink at her.

“Go wild, I’ll like it,” he tells her and she shuffles closer, gripping his short hair with a hand, forcing his head back.

“Yeah, you will.”

“Shit, Panam…”

She releases him after biting his shoulder, and he hears her uncap the lube once more, and then the squishy sounds of her hand working over the toy. V forces himself to relax and strains for another kiss from Kerry.

The push is exhilarating. It’s too much, but it’s also just right. Panam goes slow, panting and cursing as this obviously turns her on more than she expected. He can feel her getting all tense, like she is resisting the urge to buck into him.

In and out she goes, something an inch or two, sometimes completely out to lube the dildo once more. When she bottoms out, both her and V moan. Kerry gives them a sharp smile, lust fiery in his eyes.

“Good kittens,” he calls them, all paternal, and V groans again because this is too much. Even in his wildest dream he didn’t dare imagine that. Panam huffs out a laugh and flexes her hips, testing the waters.

V keens and pushes back, asshole spasming around the toy.

“Fuck,” Panam moans, snapping her hips forward. She grips V’s waist and does it again, once, twice, a third time and each time, V lets out a guttural noise.

Panam pulls out completely before getting in again in one long push, making V sag against Kerry’s lap, who pets him gently.

“That’s right, you’re doing great,” he says to Panam, or to V. Both.

It doesn’t take much more for them to build a rhythm. The dildo is huge, and he’s making V’s spine tingle every time it brushes against his prostate. He has taken to licking Kerry’s cock, unable to do much more but needing to have something in his mouth because this is driving him crazy. Panam’s hips move so right against him, she really is fucking him good.

After a while, she speeds up, little thrusts that are jarring because it means V gets no reprieve from the sensations. As he moans continuously, Kerry praises him and caresses his hair, his neck, his shoulders, massaging a bit.

Panam’s nails are really digging into his flesh now, leaving angry red trails behind and making V shudder in pleasure.

“Ok, ease up, he’s close,” Kerry interjects and fuck, he’s right, but V was so deep into his head he didn’t realizes.

He makes them shift so that V is practically sitting back on Panam, arms around Kerry’s shoulders. The man kisses him and wraps a hand around V’s cock..

“Alright, finish him,” he tells the woman.

Panam obeys with a little nervous laugh. She starts bucking into V again while Kerry strokes his cock.

“Harder,” Kerry orders and the merc moans, panting against the musician’s cheek.

“Fuck, yes, ok, take it,” Panam babbles, giving her thrusts more power until she is really going wild and V is holding on for dear life. He won’t last.

“Harder,” Kerry repeats and the nomad whines like she is the one getting railed but she complies and V just can’t breathe. He hiccups, emits a strangled noise before tensing and burying his face against Kerry’s neck. The man pulls him back by the hair.

“Let her hear you.”

So he does, he moans out loud, cries out as the orgasm explodes inside him. V curses, tears escaping his eyes pathetically but he can’t care less when this is one of the most intense climaxes he’s ever had.

He shivers as he comes down, pelvis trembling back and forth like he doesn’t know what to do anymore.

“That’s right, look at you,” Kerry whispers against his lips before kissing him for real. V lets him do it, barely able to respond but whining for more when his partner leans back.

“Ok, you can pull out now,” he tells Panam, who does so very slowly but with the state he is in, V feels it down to his feet and shudders again with a confused noise. Still caressing him, Kerry makes him lean on his back.

“Look at what you did to him,” the older man praises and Panam lets out a wild laugh.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen him like that.”

“Power of the prostate, babe.”

“Hm, should test that on you…” she replies before tensing and giving him a worried look, but Kerry just smiles.

“If you want, it would be my pleasure, trust me. In the meantime, let’s get you out of that.”

With bleary eyes, V watches them shift until Panam is on her back, letting Kerry pull the strap off her legs. Then he smiles and teasingly runs a finger up from her cunt to her clit and she moans sweetly. The nomad’s legs spread apart on their own volition and Kerry’s smile turns predatory.

“Want me to take care of you?” He asks. She glances at V, who turns to her and uses the little strength he has to push up and kiss her. She welcomes him with a sigh, he feels her relax as they reconcile through the caresses of their lips and tongues.

When they part, V gives her a soft smile, and mouths another “I’m sorry”. She closes her eyes, exhales long and deep but when she opens her eyes he finds her back. She, who stormed Arasaka with him, who fought side by side with him, who mischievously took him for a ride in a Panzer. Panam smiles at him and gives him one last kiss before turning back to Kerry, who’s watching them with hungry eyes.

“Sure,” she says with a grin, tilting her hips in invitation.

This is gonna be a great show, V can tell.

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You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

#v x panam #panam palmer #kerry eurodyne #Kerry x V #Kerry x male V #male V #Kerry x Panam #Kerry x Panam x male V #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #male v #fic advent calendar #my writing

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lenasai · 1 year

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before 2022 ends (for me) i'm gonna steal an idea from @thehallstara and do a recap of the stuff i wrote this year, with commentary because i feel like it...and also so it's not like. exactly the same thing lmao

first, go take a look at hir post if you feel so inclined. if you have the time, those twines are all bangers.

list below the cut because this will probably be long when it appears in the tag:

the splorts poetry series as it exists now. the first two sets were from 2021, but i started the series after realizing i was going to post more individual blaseball poems. turns out putting a bunch of poems in one work and waiting for those to be done before you publish them means a lot of stuff just goes unpublished, so i moved toward publishing stuff individually. if you wanna just look at the poems i wrote in 2022, start with lucky number 81 (what if)

the merry exit (un?)memorial dimension traveling club - a fun little exploration of the merry exit from the gamma 1 test circuit and the merry exit from the tutorial game

hold on, you'll live to play again - look i KNOW what's going to be in the second chapter. i just haven't written it yet. every now and then i go "oh no i abandoned the happy story about the kids" and stare wistfully at the pages document hoping the second chapter will just write itself. i will write it eventually. shoutout to the random person who left kudos on the first chapter like 50 years after i wrote it, knowing there's a nonexistent second chapter. anyway. i wrote the first chapter for the first anniversary of longest thursday. it's about the season 20 postseason and the moment we knew everyone (mostly ivy) was going to be safe. it's got more core lore than i expected to write. thank you mechs.

ashes, dust, and other reminders of what once was - for the garages fic exchange, about chorby soul and parker macmillan. HOO BOY this is the one i'm proudest of. if you read only one piece from this post, i hope you will consider making it this one...which is a huge ask because it's nearly 11k words. if i had a nickel for every time i wrote over 10k words of People In The Vault Being Sad About Things i would have two nickels. that's not a lot of nickels, but very funny it happened twice. this is also the first work i've written for another person, and they were an absolute pleasure to write for. anyway. i think chorby soul and parker macmillan should be besties.

what if the light at the end of the tunnel burns me again - for the firefighters fic exchange, about Agan Espinoza's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Season 24. i love them. i curled up into a little ball of shrimp emotions when they fell in the last fall ball with parker macmillan. god damn.

end-of-the-world tour - i wrote 1.5k words about parker macmillan's roam to the (prehistory) crabs and immortals in like two hours. absolutely no proofreading went into it. i wrote it and tossed it into the void after my computer threatened to fuck me over at the deadline. written for the blaseball zine jam.

batting practice - yeah so i procrastinated until the week of the deadline, then got possessed by some kind of writing demon and wrote 5.5k words about wyatt quitter and jasmine mason. not to say it was rushed, but it may have a residual formatting glitch i may have missed when copying from pages into ao3. i went over it many times to try and get rid of those, but if you see a couple of paragraphs fused together, no you didn't. written for the lift fic exchange.

#blaseball #now if you'll excuse me i need to find that writing demon so i can finish my fucking flowers exchange fic #and then like. literally any of my other wips. i have so many wips. i am in hell.

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rockinlibrarian · 7 months

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Very late with the happy-fic-writer game, but: 7 and 12!

HEyyyyy! I'm always up for an ask or two! This refers to this one, here, posted a week ago, which isn't THAT long ago so join in!

7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom?

As I said here (and answered the question in a slightly different way), I'm a multi-fandom writer-- which @steeple-sinderby has first-hand experience with, being that she's gamely beta'd everything from "our shared fandom but not my ship" fics to "I know absolutely nothing about the source material of this fic-that-is-nothing-but-inside-jokes-about-the-source-material" fics (oh, I think there was ONE CHAPTER of an actual "gen fic in our shared fandom"! Amazing!) (also have to throw in the "absurd RPF of several fandoms I know vaguely enough" because that took guts, too!)

And anyway, I like being multi-fandom, because I can take pretty much any idea and start to run with it. That makes for lots and lots of fics started that MAY never get completed (never say never!)! In the past week I have started three different fics in three different fandoms, only one of which I've ever written in before and that with different characters, too, and one of which probably isn't even properly a "fandom" but a work that just makes a good writing prompt. One is just pure crack I started when we finished reading a book and @sunnymarbles said "But I want to know about [insert throwaway detail that's-not-even-a-plot-point]!" and I said "That's what fanfic is for!" and I did a search on AO3 and while there were indeed several fics for the book series itself, nobody HAD explored throwaway-detail-that's-not-even-a-plot-point, so I felt compelled to do it myself. I have one paragraph, and a vague idea for a bit more plot, and if WHEN I ever finish it I'll be sure to share it!* Probably no knowledge of canon needed, because it's crack. At least compared to what other people have posted in the fandom.

*@sunnymarbles, I've been meaning to share it with you long before that, so you can help me brainstorm, but it's been a busy week. Ask me when you get home.

No I lied, it's short, here is the entirety of what I have written for this:

The moose of the Green Mountains knew to avoid the place they called the Unstable Slope, or “oooOOOOOOoooo” in their native tongue. Ninety generations had passed since the first BoomQuakes broke the mountain, and still young moose were warned away, despite tales of a mythical lake that appeared suddenly there for several years, only to just as suddenly dry up again.

(If you can name the source material from that, you get a point! It's a YA mystery series. Those are your hints).

Anyway, let's move on.

12. What is your favorite theme/subject matter/trope/ship to write about? Why?

How They Became Friends. This occasionally branches off into "How They Fell In Love" or "How One of Them Learned The Other's Secret(s)" or "How They Got Into THAT Mess," but it all stems from How They Became Friends, which is the theme/trope I've been writing on since I pretty much started writing at the age of seven. I guess it was a kind of fantasy-self-insert writing that happened to be original fiction instead of fic, because I was a really lonely kid, and I'd noted that when people were forced into An Adventure together, it brought them closer. Because, you know, it skipped over all that boring Small Talk and Faking Interest In the Latest Fad that real life friend-making seemed to require. So it was that every story I wrote for the first few years of my life involved Me and Some People I Knew In Real Life stumbling into an Adventure (usually involving fantasy elements because I needed all the non-mundane help I could get).

It stuck, even when I started actually making real friends without the aid of portals to other dimensions. It's a theme that lends itself to fanfic naturally, because media is FULL of established relationships to wonder about the beginnings of, and you don't necessarily have to worry too much about plot when you write fanfic. It can BE simply 800 words of "This is How They Became Friends" with bonus time travel complications.

This probably loops back to why I'm a multi-fandom writer, because there's only so many times you can introduce the characters to each other per fandom. I say while a full 10 of my 19 posted Legion fics manage to fall under this theme umbrella, and those only really covering the friendships of four of the many characters. Yay multiple timelines!

#ask game #writing #fanfic

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c-swirlz · 2 years

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Magical Mayhem

Prompt: Acquiring power at a young age Summary: Long before he’s supposed to, sixteen-year-old Tommy develops fantastical powers that he cannot control. Concerned for his safety, his family sends him to an esteemed sorcerer living in a distant city, known only as Ranboo. Pairing(s): Won’t list all of them but Alliumduo is supposed to be the main one. Warning(s): None Character(s): Tommy, Ranboo, Tubbo, Phil, Kristin, Wilbur Notes: This was written for CardCatCardboard as part of Fic Fight; a fic-writing event inspired by Art Fight! [AO3 link]

Tommy has heard many stories about the magic imbued within mortals. At the mere age of fifteen, he has practically memorised the fundamentals, alongside other, less important details. Everyone in his family — adoptive family, technically, but he doesn’t see much of a difference — has already unlocked their power, and though he’s desperate to join them, he’s been told time and time again that he will have to wait at least another three years, and, in a worst-case scenario, five years maximum.

“But why can’t I unlock my magic now? I wanna be like you, Phil!”

A chuckle, low and fond. A hand on his head, fingers tangled in his golden hair. “I know it sucks, but you have to be patient, Tom. You remember what we told you about magic’s development; it takes time.”

Then, Tommy’s sixteenth birthday rolls around, and he wakes up tangled in a mess of vines and flowers.

He screams, and Phil, Wilbur and Kristin all come running.

A loud exclamation of, “What the fuck?” is the first thing Tommy hears when the door to his bedroom bursts open. A lump lodges itself into his throat, and his eyes quickly fill with tears, a strangled sob escaping moments later.

“Help,” he chokes out, wincing as the vines tighten around him. He hears frantic shuffling, and, through the vines partially concealing his vision, sees Wilbur approach, hands bathed in a soft orange glow.

“Keep still for me, Tommy,” Wilbur murmurs, and reaches for the vines. Tommy tenses every muscle in his body, acutely aware of what’s coming next. Flames erupt from Wilbur’s palms, and Tommy just barely suppresses a flinch. It’s not that he hasn’t seen Wilbur use his magic before; it just always manages to take him by surprise.

It takes several minutes, but Wilbur manages to burn through enough vines for Tommy to scramble out of bed, a dull thud echoing around the room as he lands in a very uncomfortable position on the floor. Wilbur kneels down and grabs him under his shoulders, hoisting him to his feet. Kristin immediately rushes forward and starts fussing over him, demanding to know if he’s alright, while Phil hangs back and examines the room, hoping to find a source for the mysterious vines. His eyes land on one of the potted plants hanging from the ceiling, which, despite looking perfectly normal the previous day, is now severely overgrown. Coincidentally, the vines which have sprouted appear to be the same ones which trapped Tommy, which Phil determines by quickly following their path of growth.

Everything clicks. Phil’s eyes grow wide.

“Tommy.”

Their eyes meet.

“We need to have a talk. All of us.”

What starts out as an ordinary family meeting in the living room quickly descends into chaos when Phil drops the bombshell.

“I think Tommy’s powers are developing.”

Kristin gasps. Wilbur’s brow furrows, and his grip on the couch’s armrest tightens. Tommy sits there, unmoving, save for his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“Wait, but— How’s that possible?” Wilbur pipes up. “Tommy’s only sixteen; he shouldn’t be unlocking his magic this early!”

Kristin hums in agreement. “It’s true; nobody’s ever gotten their powers this early. There’d be a record of it.”

Kristin stands, and she and Phil quickly lose themselves in a hushed conversation in the corner of the room. Tommy hasn’t moved.

A hand brushes against his arm, making him jump.

“Sorry,” Wilbur whispers, apologetic. “You alright?”

Tommy nods.

“It’s a lot, I know, especially because you’re so young. You’ll be alright, Tom. Promise.”

Tommy believes him.

A week later, following several mishaps involving Tommy’s chaotic magic, Phil and Kristin make a decision.

“We’re sending you to End City.”

Tommy’s jaw drops. Wilbur, who is standing next to him, takes in a sharp breath. Around them, the plants dotted around the room start to twitch.

“Before you say anything,” Kristin starts, before Tommy can protest, “we’re doing this out of concern for your wellbeing more than anything else. We know you don’t like the city, but your lack of control over your magic might get you hurt, and we don’t want to see that happen.”

Tommy scoffs. “But why the fuck are you sending me all the way to fucking End City? Why can’t I stay here?”

Phil steps forward. “Because that’s where Ranboo lives.”

Ranboo. Tommy has heard the name, albeit on only a few occasions. Stories say he was once a legendary sorcerer, who eventually decided to settle down with a good friend of his. His odd alias stems from a lack of knowledge regarding his true name, which he refuses to share, though his magic is an entirely different story. He possesses the power of Psychometry, which… Well, Tommy tends to forget what it means.

“Ranboo was one of the greatest sorcerers of our time,” Phil explains, gesturing to himself and Kristin, who nods in agreement, “it stands to reason that he’ll know what’s going on and how to deal with it.”

“Wait— Hold on,” Wilbur interjects, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you saying Tommy’s going to have to travel all the way to End City? Alone? You realise he’s only a teenager, right?”

Phil sighs, exasperated. “Yes, Wil, I’m aware. Of course I’m not sending Tommy to the city by himself.” As if on cue, a crow flies in through the nearby window and perches itself onto Tommy’s shoulder, nuzzling into his cheek.

“Ah, there you are.” Phil smiles as Tommy laughs, the crow’s feathers tickling his skin. “That’s Chat. They’ll be keeping you company until you find Ranboo.”

Tommy blinks. “But I can’t talk to animals.”

“You won’t have to; turns out this little guy can write,” Phil responds, reaching out to gently stroke Chat’s head with his forefinger.

“Huh.”

Kristin walks up to Tommy and places a hand on his arm, using the other to brush stray hair out of his eyes. “Now, you know the way to the city, don’t you?” she asks, a playful grin growing on her face. “Wouldn’t want you getting lost.”

Tommy looks her in the eyes, deadpan, before his gaze drifts over to Phil. “I have just decided I hate your wife, Philza. Get another one.”

Kristin snorts, and Phil, taken completely off guard, barks out a startled laugh. Kristin allows herself to be shooed into another room, and Tommy is ushered out the front door before any more chaos can ensue, Chat perched comfortably on his shoulder.

Tommy stares at the map of End City for the fifth time since arriving, brow furrowed and his lips pressed into a tight line.

“Y’know, they could’ve made this a bit easier by— Oh, I dunno, marking the location on the fucking map,” Tommy murmurs, to which Chat trills in response. “Don’t suppose you have any idea where we’re going?”

Chat hops down onto one of Tommy’s hands, and at the same time, he notices flowers blooming at his feet. He can feel the perplexed stares of passers-by on him, but rather than yell and make a scene, he instead opts to keep quiet, knowing there’s not much he can do about his magic until he finds Ranboo.

Chat taps a talon on the map, the location they indicate only appearing to be a short distance away.

“Are you fucking serious,” Tommy mutters, letting Chat hop back up onto his shoulder before rolling up the map and slipping it back into his bag. “Well, at least now I know where the hell I’m going.”

One short walk later, and Tommy finds himself standing in front of what, in his opinion, is an extremely conspicuous-looking building. It isn’t anything modest, either; it’s an honest-to-Prime mansion, of all things. Tommy considers turning around and pretending he never saw it — he’s sure Phil and the others would welcome him back with open arms if he just told them he’d gotten lost on the way — but that train of thought crashes and smashes into a billion pieces when Chat smacks him with a wing, letting out a shrill caw.

“Alright, alright, I’m going! Pushy bastard…”

Vines curl around the doorframe as Tommy approaches, as if framing it for his arrival. He steps up towards the door, lifts the rusted gold knocker, and taps it against the wood three times. Moments later, the hinges groan obnoxiously loudly, and the door swings open, revealing a man who, in comparison to Tommy, is very fucking tall.

“Can I help you?” the man asks in lieu of a greeting. Then, his eyes — which Tommy notices are two different colours; red and green — drift to Tommy’s crow companion, and his previously stoic expression softens in recognition. “Ah,” he murmurs. “My apologies, I didn’t recognise you. You’re Tommy, right?”

Tommy nods, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Philza sent me a letter informing me of your arrival in advance. My name is Ranboo, by the way, but you probably already know that.” Ranboo steps aside. “Please, come in.”

Tommy snorts as he steps inside. “I advise you to keep an eye on your plants while I’m around, Ranboob.”

Ranboo appears unamused upon hearing the nickname, but Tommy sees the ghost of a smile.

“You’ll be happy to know I don’t keep plants. Too much effort.”

As Tommy and Ranboo walk down the long hall from the door, a head peers out from behind the doorframe of the room on the far end.

“Who the hell is that?”

Ranboo pinches the bridge of his nose with a thumb and forefinger and ushers Tommy into the room with the stranger. “I swear to Prime— I literally told you twenty minutes ago, Tubbo!”

The stranger — Tubbo? These names just keep getting weirder — casts his gaze towards the ceiling, as if in thought. After a moment, his eyes land back on Ranboo, and he smirks.

“Yeah, I know. I just wanted to piss you off.”

Ranboo buries his face in his hands. Tommy, completely and utterly out of the loop, watches the exchange from the sidelines, completely silent. Chat seems to be doing the same, and looks equally as entertained.

“I hate you,” is the first thing Ranboo says when he lifts his head. “I actually hate you.”

“Love you too.”

Ranboo throws— something at Tubbo, but it is deflected by a glowing energy field that surrounds Tubbo faster than Tommy can blink. The two of them descend into fits of giggles, and though Tommy hates to ruin the moment — that’s absolutely a lie — he clears his throat loudly enough to capture their attention.

“Oh!” Ranboo’s eyes widen, and he scratches the back of his neck, almost sheepishly, as he turns around to face Tommy. “Sorry about that. This is Tubbo; he’s a good friend of mine.”

“Sup?”

Tommy crosses his arms loosely over his chest. “Nothing, unfortunately; bit of a shit day, if I’m honest. What about you, king?”

Tubbo lifts his arms over his head in a short stretch. “Same, honestly.”

“So… what seems to be the problem, Tommy?”

Tommy blinks at Ranboo. “Phil didn’t tell you?”

Ranboo shrugs. “He explained it briefly in his letter, but it was nothing super detailed. All he really said was that you’ve developed your powers super early and can’t control them properly.”

Tommy sucks in a breath through his teeth and averts his gaze. “Yeah, that about sums it up.”

Ranboo nudges his arm. “Weird question, but do you mind if I look in your bag for a sec?”

Tommy’s brow furrows. “Sure…?” He slips his bag off his shoulders and hands it to Ranboo, who begins rummaging through it. Eventually, he pulls out the music disc Tommy keeps on his person at all times. It’s a weird thing to be attached to, he knows, but it was a gift and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t guard it with his life.

“This’ll work,” Ranboo murmurs, before his eyes start glowing purple.

“Whoa.” Tommy takes a step back. “That’s– Okay–” He turns to Tubbo. “Is this– Does he do this often?”

Tubbo nods. “Yeah, it’s how his power works. He can see into people’s pasts and shit, but he’s gotta touch an object associated with them first. It’s weird, I know.”

So that’s what Psychometry means.

Ranboo blinks, and the purple fades from his eyes. “Right, I see the problem,” he says immediately, tossing the music disc and bag in Tommy’s direction. By some miracle, Tommy manages to catch both, and levels a glare in Ranboo’s direction as he continues talking. “So, you woke up on your sixteenth birthday basically getting attacked by plants. You got out, things escalated from there, and– Yeah, I see why Phil sent you here.”

Tommy slings his bag back over his shoulder and raises an eyebrow. “Uh huh. Are you going to help me or not, dickhead?”

“Oh, I dunno; I don’t think I can work with such an unbearable child,” Ranboo says, but he’s grinning. Tubbo snorts, but quickly covers it up with a cough when both pairs of eyes turn to him.

“Wait, so…” Tommy bites his lip, and the two of them lock eyes. “Is that a yes?”

Ranboo rolls his eyes. “Yes, Tommy. I’ll help you get a grip on your magic. No doubt I’d face Phil’s wrath if I refused.”

Tommy laughs, and Ranboo and Tubbo are quick to join in.

He supposes he can live with this, however long it may last.

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp oneshot #dsmp oneshot #fantasy au #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #wilbur soot #philza #dsmp kristin #swirlz scrawls

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pls share some of your spn fic recs 🥺🥺

ok, a few things first:

followers and mutuals who do not have supernatural brainworms, kindly avert your eyes

i don’t normally rec or even read much fanfic any more but this is a CRISIS ok (cont.)

there is so. much. content for deancas out there and i have incredibly high standards, several ancient ao3 bookmarks, can speedread, and want to spare you guys the experience of wading through it all.

i also have a section for spn femslash since I was pretty into that back in the day (sadly a lot less fan content for this :/)

I don’t really like au’s or pure smut (I honestly usually just skim or skip those scenes) so if you’re mainly looking for that kind of thing this probably won’t be very helpful to you. jsyk.

i’m not great at describing stuff but i’ll do my best, i’ll also try and add tw’s when neccesary.

i wil try and keep updating this with any other decent fics i find, feel free to rec stuff too since i’m like 7 years behind.(edit 1/25/21) this is getting looooong so i’m going to start making another list on my spn blog rather than update this one

(edit 1/3/21) since this has gotten pretty long i’ve added rating/approximate word counts and marked my particular favorites with an asterisk.

Dean/Cas fic:

So Says The Sword*** - explicit/85k. FUCK its good...au/time travel where dean is not pulled out of hell by cas and says yes to becoming the michael sword. honestly could serve as an alternative to actually watching the show, if you want to get into dean/cas without actually doing that to yourself.

Fata morgana.* - teen/6k, pst s9 finale. very bela centric and i love it, she finds cas looking for dean in hell.

Redemption Road -misc/600+k. an incredibly long fic from a collaborative writing group back in the day. canon divergent from the end of s6 on, has a cool take on godstiel and the leviathans, as well as the lovecratian mythos connection. ngl when i reread it i only made it about 28% in but imo the casual reader can actually stop around there, the rest concerns a lovecraftian apocalypse that is still good (i think i don’t remember it very well) but not required to enjoy the first half. if you prefer i have an ebook version i can send you on gdrive.

Someone Who's Feeling For Me* - mature/45k, s12. they run into lisa braeden and dean thinks cas is into her while cas thinks dean still likes her. treats lisa way better than the show ever did and the miscommunication is pretty funny rather than annoying.

a turn of the earth - mature/95k. time travel fic where cas from s10 keeps showing up in deans life from a few years before s1 to right before the hellhounds take his soul. slow burn, good character study, and at one point cas punches the dad in the face and it rules.

On the Wings of War - teen/85k, canon divergent s5. dean accidentally becomes the Horseman of War. plays fun, fast and loose with biblical lore, michael has some rights.

Named - mature/95k, alternate s5. EXTREMELY blasphemous in a fun sexy way. manages to predict metatron almost to a T. there’s one major character death and its literally jesus christ, everyone is very sad about it and it sets the rest of the story rolling. an alternate interpretation of cas’ mission to raise dean from hell which had me on the floor. ngl its kind of misogynistic at points, but its from 2010 and tracks with late oughts-2010 spn (sorry anna the author did you dirty here:/).

The Girlfriend Experience - explicit/15k. uhhh i don’t normally rec or even read smutty stuff unless someone i know is specifically asking for it but this has stuff like sam trying to be a good ally and dean thinking holding hands with cas is ‘kinda gay :/’ minutes after having gay sex with him.

i crippled your heart a hundred times - explicit/19k, s8. cas confesses his feelings and dean spends a long time getting his head out of his ass about it. truly hits different after the actual confession, despite being written six years early it feels like its actually what could have gone down more or less if the writers weren’t talentless demons who hate us.

My Roots Take Flight** - mature/125k. reverse au where cas is a hunter and dean’s an angel...OR IS IT???? an alternate retelling of s4. tw for briefly being set in a psychiatric hospital/the hospital being mentioned somewhat frequently throughout the fic, plus more references to torture in hell and heaven than usual.

The One Thing You Can't Lose* - teen/4k.you know those posts about how cas is a super-strong super-tough ancient warrior but he just lets dean tug him around because he likes it? thats it thats the fic.

Hands, From Which All Things Are Built - teen/14k, post s8′s ‘goodbye stranger.’ cas is on the run with the angel tablet but keeps in touch with sam and dean by text, he and dean still manage to be terrible at Actual communication.

Autrement, Danger - or, The Account of an Exceedingly Long Day - mature/30k, post s11. a monster that takes the appearance of your soulmate leads to some wild miscommunications and dealing with years of repression, also dean gets to see cas’ true form which is always cool. tw for non-graphic mentions of underage sexual assault/sex work.

Down to Agincourt - mature/explicit/900++++k, endverse continuation. endverse!cas survives his encounter with lucifer and discovers another time-displaced dean from s7. i’ve only read the two of four parts but its really good, veeeeery slow burn, has a lot of fun oc’s and takes a rather surprising but (imo) entertaining and intriguing turn into Hellenic history and mythology. usual tw’s for endverse/endverse!cas but nothing graphic, it’s actually pretty light-hearted (relatively speaking of course).

Nothing Equals the Splendor** - explicit/8k, THEE finale fix it fic you’ve been waiting for! posits that the entire final episode was just a (very bad and lame) djinn’s vision.

like moses and batman and james dean - explicit/31k, post s8. explores dean’s trauma and internalized homophoba from his technically canon experience with sex work and its impact on his relationship with cas. the sex work itself isn’t really shown in any detail but it’s still a relatively heavy fic.

Crazy Diamonds - explicit/25k, s4/alternate s14. fresh-out-of-hell dean and dean from 10 years in the future are displaced from time and sent to each other’s present.

where the weeds take root - explicit/30k. au where the men of letters kick them out of the bunker and they accidentally move out into the country, get over their codependence and semi retire. featuring chicken coop building, sam volunteering at a dog shelter, gardening, and blissfully mundane domesticity.

No Resting Place - teen/6k. djinn dream fic, switches back and forth between cas’ dream of being married to dean and retired from hunting to the aftermath when he wakes up. tw for brief mention of suicide since, y’know, djinn dream.

any port in a storm - mature/52k. post s8 finale. cas and dean have to pose as a couple going through a rough patch for a case and actually deal with their emotional baggage, cas struggles with being human and metatron is up to stuff.

all this and heaven too* - explicit/7k. in the author’s own words ‘...a love letter to every trans person who ever projected onto Dean Winchester.’ absolutely unzipped me emotionally and theologically, its just. so good. tw for very brief mentions of internalized transphobia/dysphoria.

Because it is* - mature/6k, finale fix it. killing chuck does not bring back anyone back and the winchesters spend a very long time dealing with what they’ve lost, cas and dean SOMEHOW still manage to have signifigant communication issues even after the confession. tw for suicidal thoughts/brief attempt.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit* - teen/4k, s6. when cas fell for dean it automatically soulbonded/angel married them, shenanigans ensue when dean finds out during the angel’s civil war. funny and actually written back when s6 was airing so cas is still (or at least pretending to be) kind of an OP asshole which is fun.

Rinse, Repeat - teen/3k, s8. angsty character study of cas as he’s reprogrammed and trained to kill dean. not really dean/cas since its just cas’ pov of canon events but its beautifully written and ends with him snapping out of it through the power of love (also now a canon event!).

Emergence - explicit/59k, canon divergent after s11. dean meets a hunter he only recognizes as their friend claire novak’s missing father, but soon realizes he might be the answer behind the mysterious void in his memories and feelings (aka everyone’s memories of cas are completely wiped away for three years).

Cuckoo And Nest - explicit/10k, early established relationship/character study, cas tries to figure out how he fits into dean’s life and space in the bunker.

Build a Home* - teen/20k, canon divergent s12. sam and eileen are cute and turn the bunker into men of letters/hunters hq and everyone but cas moves in, mutual miscommunication issues and pining ensues.

Down in the River - teen/5k, early s8, cas prays to dean in purgatory while sam and dean try to figure out a way to get him out.

Teaching Poetry to Fish* - mature/52k, ?? BC through the entire series/canon divergent s14 and 15. retelling of crucial scenes throughout the shows timeline from cas’ pov, feat. actual fish and poetry.

the minor fall, the major lift - gen/4k, post confession/finale fixit. dean goes into the empty to save cas and runs into several old friends (and enemies).

With the Kisses of His Mouth* - teen/3k, gen later seasons. dean and cas keep kissing by accident.

Remaining Grace - explicit/109k, alternate s6. au where cas asks dean for help with raphael and dean, of course, does. tw for temporary major character death/semi-graphic depictions of alcohol withdrawal.

The face of heaven.* - teen/10k, au, dean is a regular guy and cas is a fallen star (think ‘stardust’, kinda).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes* - teen/5k. newly human cas has trouble getting used to a human body and humanity in general, but still figures out that he and dean are A Thing before dean does.

Hurry Up And Wait - mature/21k, canon divergent s12. a fairyland and quite possibly LOTR related case comes up and dean goes full fanboy, mary is introduced to the wonders of the peter jackson adaptions, many references and comparisons (including between cas and dean’s ‘friendship’ and arwen/aragon). also charle is still alive and has just been doing fairy stuff this whole time.

There Are Many Things - explicit/28k, s9. cas is extremely lonely/touch-starved and trying to figure out this whole human thing, as well as where he and dean stand after being kicked out of the bunker.

It's A Long Life to Always Be Longing - teen/40k, post s11 finale. amara helps dean by putting him in a magical coma so he can finally get some much needed rest and show him possible futures for him, sam and cas. meanwhile sam and cas go on a roadtrip (or several) to find componets for a spell to wake dean up. really good sam and cas friendship, they actually talk about their shared lucifer trauma and stuff.

Non-Photo Blue - gen/2k, s4/5/alternate s5. fifty moments from cas’ memories of dean.

Tall Grass - explicit/57k, canon divergent post series. cas becomes the ultimate plant dad. feat the wayward sisters gang, cathartic character growth, fun oc’s, domesticity, and lots of actual botanical info-dumping.

on vessels - no rating/gen/2k. established dean/cas, cas tells dean about how he used to imagine what it would be like to have him as his vessel.

search for tomorrow on every shore* - teen/11k, post-finale (extremely derogatory). some angels in jack’s new heaven act out and dean gets temporarily resurrected in 2003 and runs into his younger self.

Architecture of the Minotaur’s Heart - explicit/45k, very canon divergent post s1. dean’s new house seems to have a life and mind of its own, while in his dreams he sees glimpses of a world and apocalypse that never came to be and an angel that looks strangely like his mysterious neighbor, cas. loosely inspired by the book house of leaves (which i highly recommend for fans of weird horror).

The Distance Of The Setting Sun - explicit/17k, post s5. established dean/cas relationship, team free will finally takes advantage of cas’ abilities to go on vacation around the world.

diamond star halo - teen/5k, s11. dean lets cas use him as a temporary vessel while he recovers from rowena’s spell, sam is a long-suffering third-wheel.

Make Known** - teen/16k, s6/7. dean struggles to understand how cas could have become his enemy and whether he ever truly knew him in the first place.

blunt little instrument* - mature/1.4k, post finale. dean finally confronts his father in heaven, very cathartic.

my heart a compass*** - teen/10k, post confession. the empty forces cas to re-experience his most regretted moments while dean tries to snap him out of it and bring him home.

A Crash Course in Someone Else's History - teen/11k, s6. cas from the very start of s4 is brought forward in time by s6!cas to distract the brothers from his and crowley’s plans.

The Cuckoo Father - mature/8k, s7 au. the woman who found cas in the river post-leviathans does not marry him bc he was sent to her by god or whatever, but actually identifies him as jimmy novak and sends him back to claire and amelia.

The Dead Dean Clause* - teen/5k, post alt s5 ending. team free will celebrates surviving taking down lucifer by getting blitzed, cas lies to a cop and gets an impromptu driving lesson. title/description sound dark i know but it’s actually very funny and light.

Suck It, Judy Garland - mature/20k, s12 (after the ‘i love you...i love all of you’ episode). cas and sam have to pretend to be a couple for a case and dean is NOT happy about it.

By Daylight and In Dream - teen/16k, s5. pre-dean/cas, dean invites cas to use his dreams to hide from the other angels. tw for very brief mention of a memory/dream of alastair sexually assaulting dean.

The Five People You Meet in Heaven - mature/22k, post-canon. an actually happy (if sometimes bittersweet) heaven endgame written several years ago, though some details are rather eerily similar to the show’s ending.

heaven is a place on earth* - teen/2k. dean’s pov of some of the times cas left him behind throughout the show, and one alternate ending where he finally gets to stay.

I Cleanse The Mirror - teen/20k, alternate s6. dean’s body is stolen by an ancient elemental and his soul has to hitch a ride in cas’ vessel.

an exploration of gender; angelic*** - mature/4k. *oscar isaac voice* lets get into angel gender politics!! aka cas is trans.

Zenith - explicit/33k, s9. after 9x06 an angry witch curses cas with the ability to see supernatural beings and human souls.

La cucina. - gen/3k, alt s9. dean goes wild helping a newly-human cas find out what kinds of food he likes, or the early s9 domesticity we deserved!

Dean Winchester, Cocksucker at Rest***** - teen/7k, post-finale. john and mary finally come over for dinner and john reacts to dean/cas in a rather predictable fashion. SOOOOOOOOO good omg, its so funny and a little sad and very very cathartic. part of a series that has a few other really good short fics.

The Way You Didn't Go - teen/5k, s15. coda to 15.09, dean has nightmares about the moc!cas timeline.

On Drowning - teen/28k. dean saves cas after he nearly drowns, they both try and deal with the physical/mental fallout (aka the fic where thee iconic “you only touch me when you think I’m dead or dying” originates). tw for realistic depictions of drowning/triage/misc medical information.

The Thirty-Six Questions That Lead to Love* - mature/13k. claire has dean and cas pretend to be her gay dads for a case and they play the titular 36 question game, get mistaken for swingers, and birdwatch, among other things.

Assorted F/F stuff:

Deep Breaths* - mary/ellen, au where mary said no to azazel’s deal and let john stay dead, still becomes a milf.

Like Rebel Diamonds - krissy/claire, they become hunter gf’s on the hunt for cas to kick his ass for taking jimmy. not-so-stealth dean/cas as well.

To Ash and Bone - anna/ruby, same author as the previous fic (p much all of her stuff is good from what i recall). au where ruby is a witch and helps anna when she’s cursed.

Holy Clockwork Angels - jo/ruby, STEAMPUNK au with very cool worldbuiilding.

At Day's End - jo/anna (my fucking KINGDOM for more jo/anna content, the dean/cas parallels are allllll there), au where they are both at the camp in the endverse and gfs.

these posts - ok so not actually a fic but i’m now obsessed with this hannah/meg dynamic.

Tagelied - mary/ellen, the true story of how ellen got into hunting before angels interfered.

Hell's Bells** - meg/abaddon, alternate s8/9 where meg survives crowley’s attack with sam’s help and teams up with abaddon (who she has a sk year old crush on) to take back hell.

The Ecstasy of the Rose - anna/ruby, anna travels back in time to escape heaven and becomes a signifigant part of ruby’s old human life.

Angel Underground - anna/jo, kind of an urban fantasy au with a very intriguing premise (sadly its very short, i’d love to see more if this ‘verse).

Clover, Flame - billie/mary, billie was always the reaper that showed up to take mary after her death(s) over the years.

Drag Me To Heaven - anna/ruby, a variant on the ‘last night on earth’ thing with dean.

Come Home* - jo/anna, canon-divergent au where anna is the new waitress at the roadhouse and helps jo set up a (probably not really) haunted house for halloween.

#if you told me i'd be doing this in 2020 three weeks ago i'd have laughed in your face :/#deancas #supernatural #fic recs #spn femslash #destiel #fic #the alie tag #spn posting

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Creative Works Masterlist

in honour of uploading my 30th work to AO3 I decided to make a Masterlist for all them here. While I might update this post every now and then, I won't promise that it is always up to date, do check out my AO3-Profile for that.

(Art and Podfics sorted by date, oldest to newest, Fics are all complete and sorted by the main ship and within the ship sorted by date. Most of the Podfics are hosted on Soundcloud and available for streaming and downloading)

My Art:

[Art] Scared, Potter? (G) (Part of HD Owlpost 2020) A drawing of Harry and Draco just moments before a quidditch match.

[ART] Keep your head down (M) (Part of HD Owlpost 2020) What would Draco look like, if Harry ordered him to keep his head down?

[ART] A midwinter tale (G) (Part of HD Owlpost 2021) Harry and Draco are realxing infront of the fireplace.

My Podfics:

[podfic] Dream by the Fire by GallifreyisBurning (M, 1h15min) When Draco Malfoy resurfaces in England after eight years abroad—tattooed, pierced, and wanting to take over a corner of Harry's coffee shop to work on a writing project—Harry can't help but be intrigued. Where has he been? What is he working on? Why here? And why does he have to look so stupidly hot with all those tattoos?

[podfic] No One's Plaything by SumthinClever (M, 2:40min) After the war, Draco turned to a new line of work. But he was still no one's plaything.

In a World With the Darkest Powers [Fic and Podfic] (T, 43:40min) (Part of Pod Together 2021) What if Salazar Slytherin was an Immortal?

[podfic] H.A.G.S. (Hogwarts Alliance for Gender and Sexuality) (E, 1h4min) (Part of HD Owlpost 2021) When Hermione decides Hogwarts needs a LGBTQIA+ club, of course Ron and Harry are roped into helping. After a rocky start, Harry begins seeing the club as an opportunity to educate students and celebrate diversity and sexuality at Hogwarts. He also starts seeing it as an opportunity to snog Draco Malfoy.

My Fics:

Drarry:

Wishing on another lucky star (G, 8.3k) Harry used to wish on lucky stars until he nearly lost all faith in them. When the events take their turn however, he sees that the stars haven´t left him, he just had wished on the wrong ones. And so Draco becomes Harrys saviour without even knowing it at first. Or the one where Harry lands himself in St. Mungo´s nearly daily and starts a friendship with their local blonde healer.

Dinner Date (G, 1k) Harry asked Draco out on a date and Draco doesn't know what to make of it. But the date doesn't appear to be a prank, so what now?

Dragon Cakes and Coffee (E, 5.9k) Draco has built himself a quiet life in the muggle world; he owns a little bakery and cafe. His life becomes more interesting the day Harry Potter stumbles into his shop.

A scottish winter (M, 6.2k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2020) Hogwarts re-opens after the battle, welcoming back all students from the previous year. But due to some unfixed damage to the castle, all students staying for the holidays get moved to a nearby scottish town for the winter. As the move had to happen rather quickly, some planning mistakes happened and Draco and Harry end up rooming together. In itself bad enough but when the room only has one bed it gets worse. A story with some baking, Draco and Harry avoiding their feelings, and a christmas market.

Love-Lines crossing (G, 4.5k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2020) One Divination lesson is all it takes for Harry to become obsessed with Draco Malfoy all over again. When he notices that the Slytherin can’t produce a Patronus, Harry decides to help him, only to keep tabs on him of course.

The cottage in the hills (E, 3k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2020) Harry goes on vacation, renting a cottage. But why is there a man walking by, not wearing a jacket in the middle of winter?

Feels a lot like flying (G, 1.3k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2020) McGonagall decides to organise a Secret Santa for the eighth years and Draco naturally gets Potter

Fragmentary: The subtle art of resisting a bond (G, 4.5k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2020) Draco suffers from an unrequited bond with none other than Harry Potter. With each hour he doesn't touch him, Draco feels more and more affected. The simple solution would be to tell Potter, but when has Draco Malfoy ever been simple?

Fight or F*ck (E, 6k) Harry decides to take up Judo. During training he discovers a new kink of his and when the opportunity arises to actually try it out, Harry can't say no. Draco just helps where he can.

One way to come out (G, 1.5k) Harry and Draco are in a secret relationship, mostly due to Harry not wanting to come out. But things can change, and of all the ways to come out, this is one.

Broken (M, 51k) (contains Art!) Life should be perfect for Draco Malfoy. He was still alive, not locked into Azkaban and on top of that allowed to go back to Hogwarts to finish his education. But the war had left him broken. During his last year at school Draco has to face bitterness, hate and resentment. But life may also have healing, growth and some unexpected allies and friends in store for him.

Saving Draco Malfoy (T, <1k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2021) They say he who laughs last, laughs best and Voldemort had the last laugh because the moment before he died, he said that all those with the Dark Mark would die with him. Now Harry's time is running out and he doesn't know how long he has before Draco dies as well

That's a second date question (M, 11k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2021) Somehow Harry and Draco keep ending up on dates with each other - without really planning to. At some point it has to stop being a coincidence, right? (A classic 5+1, with some confusion, hurt and still fluff)

Fucking bite me (E, 2k) For their upcoming anniversary, Draco want's nothing more than to feel Harry sink his cock/teeth (both) into him; so he gets creative.

Wolfstar:

Golden (G, 1.5k) When one touches their soulmate, the soulmate will begin to glow golden somewhere on their body. The place changes according to what one likes most about them at that moment. Or: the one where Sirius and Remus are made for each other but Sirius nearly fucks it up.

The Jumper (T, 3.7k) Remus catches Sirius wearing his jumper. Sirius never planned for Remus to know. Luckily, they still find their way to each other.

Raising Prongslet (G, 2.6k) Werewolf's, fights, chocolate, oh my! ?A slice of life fluff fic where Remus and Sirius raise Harry, instead of the Dursleys. Following the little family through the adventures of parenting, a full moon and an absolutely adorable kid.

of aversion and acceptance (T, 5k) Sirius runs away from Grimmauld Place and ends up at the Potters, where he starts learning to accept himself and his sexuality. Enter Remus Lupin, who tears down the last walls. (Aka: How Sirius, a sex-repulsed ace, and Remus, a boundary-respecting and decent person, get together.)

Misc.:

Hand Me Another (T, 2.6k) (no main ship) Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have a magical clock tracking the whereabouts and safety of their family. It is interesting to see, just who the clock considers “family”. (Or: The weasley family clock keeps adding people to itself, stealing everyone's thunder)

Of Rumours and Reality (T, 500) (Snupin) Severus overhears some rumours...

A study of contrasts and intimacy [Fic + Art] (G, 5.7k) (Ginny/Luna and Ginny/Blaise) (Part of HP Fluff Fest 2021) Luna is studying art at the local muggle university and needs two people for her newest assignment. Who better to model for her than her girlfriend Ginny Weasley and the art's department resident model Blaise Zabini. But the painting soon isn't the only reason the three of them meet up and Luna isn't mad about it in the slightest.

The Master of Death (T, 2k) (Harry/Death) Full disclaimer: Harry hadn’t wanted to be anyones master. Harry especially hadn’t wanted to be the Master of Death. But then again, when did anyone listen to what Harry wants? Written for the prompt "Harry is the Master of Death"

My Translations:

[Übersetzung] (Du bist eine) Revolution (M, 23k) (Part of HD Owlpost 2021) “Werde ich— Werde ich dich wiedersehen?” Malfoy schnaubte. “Sei vorsichtig, Potter,” murmelte er, fast schon zu sich selbst, als seine Finger auf dem Türknauf verweilten. “Man könnte fast denken, du würdest meine Anwesenheit wirklich mögen.” Acht Jahre nach Kriegsende, inmitten eines Sturms, stolpert Draco Malfoy in Harrys Laden — kein Zauberstab, kein Hintergrund; keine Anzeichen dafür, seit der Schlacht von Hogwarts in diesem Land gelebt zu haben. Während ihres ersten Zusammentreffens verspricht Harry — und die Worte klingen fast wie ein altes Mantra — dass er Dracos Geheimnis irgendwann herausfinden wird. Und dann tut er es. Er tut es, bloss… fühlt es sich nicht wie ein Sieg an.

#atgrangerwrites #atgrangerdraws #atgrangerpodfics #masterpost #drarry #wolfstar #snupin #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #fanart #ao3 #self promo

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ewritesfanfics · 3 years

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A/N: Ok so, I don’t post anything, ever. I’m very much a lurker. But ROTT just ... I couldn’t just sit and do nothing. So I made this blog, and here’s my attempt at a fanfic, with some changes to cannon. The ones important to this piece are that Archie did not stay with Charlemagne, and Krel and Douxie built the new amulet together so they’re a lot closer. This takes place just after the fight between Skrael and Nari, and also contains an idea of mine around a lore change and for a possible either rewrite of ROTT or a continuation, and whichever form it takes would be a much longer fic, which is why this short piece doesn’t have a title. So if people find it interesting and want to see more, please let me know. I’ve never really written fanfic before so I apologize if any of it sounds weird or stilted. If people like this and I do write the larger piece, I’ll probably be posting it on Ao3.

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Douxie can only watch in horror as the Ice Titan stabs into the torso of Nari’s, ice creeping over and between rock and roots and vines, seeping into the crevices and joints, growing and pulling, straining to rip her titan apart. Her shout of pain and rage echoes across the valley, and she retaliates, one massive leg driving into the Ice Titan’s torso, her vines growing into it, taking purchase where they can, drilling into the glacial limbs and twisting into its heart, determined to take him down with her. The titans rage and the earth shakes as they push and pull, trying to tear each other apart while trying to keep themselves together long enough to kill the other. With a last surge of strength, each is ripped apart with groaning rumbles from the titans and screams from Skrael and Nari. Both titans crumble.

As they fall, Douxie immediately takes off towards the devastation, moving so quickly, Archie is thrown from his shoulder. Though his friends call out for him, his blood is pounding too loudly in his ears for him to hear. Or perhaps, he simply doesn’t care. As he runs, his friends can see the wisps of blue emanating off him, rotating around him, and finally encasing him, his magic aiding him in his desperation to get to his friend, his sister in all but blood.

Breaking into a clearing beneath sky-piercing shards of rock and vaulting broken glaciers, he spots a small green body spotted with melting ice and blackened patches akin to frostbite, limp and still amongst the ruins, the grass beneath her wilting. Every plant in this clearing seems paler, droopier, as if in mourning.

No, not Nari! Not her too!

Douxie immediately runs to her side, his magic dissipating as he skids to his knees, caring not for the blood that now stains the legs of his dirty and ripped jeans. He reaches out, trembling, almost afraid to touch her, to find out that he failed Merlin, failed his friends, failed her.

But he swallows that fear down into a thick knot in his throat, that’s as far as it will go, and carefully he grips her shoulder and turns her to face him. For a second he cannot breathe, her eyes closed and body unresponsive, half of her face blackened and dotted with small spots of frost. He draws her close, cradling her in his lap, unable to comprehend that she might be gone. Gently, he pushes a strand of hair from her serene face with a shaking hand, and it’s then that her eyes crack open, the golden of her good eye dull, the other now completely black.

“Nari?” he breathes, hoping blooming in his chest while despair cramps painfully, not wanting to allow the hope to grow in case he is wrong.

But the small smile that weakly graces her face blows that despair away, and the relief he feels lifts the weight in his chest, overflowing as tears begin to stream down his face. He draws her in for a tight embrace, sobbing hysterically into her shoulder.

“Nari!”

“Douxie,” is all she says, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

He draws back again to look her in the eyes. Her very much alive eyes.

“You’re going to be ok, I’m going to get you back to Camelot, and I’m going to fix you, and you’re going to be ok!”

At that, a sadness creeps into her lidded gaze.

“No, Douxie. My story ends here.” As quickly as his heart soared, it drops, sinking like a rock down into his stomach.

“No! No, you’ll be ok, I can fix this!”

Nari reaches a weak hand up, gently placing it on Douxie’s wet cheek, her thumb wiping away a tear.

“It will all be ok. You will leave here, fight Bellroc. You and trollhunter and friends will save the world.”

“And you’ll be coming with us,” he says, unable to hold back new sobs, deep, soul-wrenching sobs. “Please, Nari.”

“No. I will not. Thank you for protecting me. I have had fun. I am happy I was with you. Now-” her hand slides from cupping his cheek to splaying her fingers on the center of his chest- “You must listen. Bellroc and Skrael and me, we are the holders of the Primordial Arcana. Our magics made this world. They cannot be without masters, not now that the seals are gone. With no masters, they will run wild.”

“W-what?”

“Hisirdoux Casperan, I give to you the Life Arcanum.”

A green light pulses beneath her hand, and Douxie gasps, feeling it pulse beneath his skin. He can feel the energy thrumming through his entire being, from the prickling at the surface of his skin down to the humming at the center of his heart, and intertwining with the magic in his body. It is an ancient, primal feeling, a sense of the sheer age and immensity of this world and for a second it threatens to overwhelm him. There’s a sharp pain and a feeling as if he is being pulled out of his body and in every direction while simultaneously being crushed under the enormity, and then his magic and his soul are pulled into alignment with the heartbeat of life itself. The world lights up around him, every soul alight and burning bright, from the trees around the clearing, to the bugs and the grass they hide in, to his friends coming into the clearing, to the steadily dimming light of Nari. Just as quickly as it started, it stops. Douxie can feel something within him has been forever changed.

“You must find Skrael now. His arcanum will not linger long, you must get it before it escapes. It will help find who is right. Go, my wonderful Douxie, save the world. No more running.”

With that, her eyes fall closed and her body stills, and before Douxie can properly process, her body wafts away in wisps of green, gold, and purple magic, returning to the earth she loved so much. Douxie’s hold drops, collapsing, his arms suddenly empty as yet another of his loved ones is carried away on the wind.

And with that, he throws his head back and screams.

He screams and once again the world vibrates around him, only this time resonating with his soul-wrenching, all-consuming grief, his magic lashing out wildly around him, lighting up the clearing in vibrant blue, the plants twisting and writhing, cracks shooting up the remains of the titans, causing them to ominously creak and groan. Douxie knows he cannot give in to the black hole inside him, that he has to find Skrael’s arcanum and they have to get to Bellroc, he has to do it for Nari, he can’t fail her again, but in this moment he is certain that he will be destroyed, that he will surely drown and be lost.

Despite the magical maelstrom surrounding him, a fluffy head has managed to push through the storm and has found its way into his side and a pair of arms follow shortly, wrapping securely around him.

Blinking bleary eyes open, he can make out through the tears Archie, who he immediately scoops up, and he can see that the pair of arms around him are blue and glowing. Krel.

He folds into himself as his screaming turns to hitched wailing, and so too does his magic, fading, leaving the clearing dim and still once more. He collapses into Krel’s secure embrace, still holding tightly to Archie. Krel wraps his other pair of arms around him, tucking his own head next to Douxie’s, and Douxie curls further into him. He doesn’t say anything, knowing there is nothing he could say to take away Douxie’s pain, so he just silently holds him, running his fingers through Douxie’s hair in an attempt to help ground him. Meanwhile, Archie does his best to maintain a steady purr, keeping himself pressed into Douxie’s chest as he knows Douxie needs when he is distressed, having taken up this position many times over the past 900 years. His wizard now needs it more than ever.

More arms soon appear around them. Jim. Claire. Toby. Blinky. Aaarrrgghh. Together they do their best to hold the broken pieces of their friend together.

After a couple moments, Douxie manages to gather enough strength to choke out, “Need to find Skrael. Get his magic.” He starts to move, wanting to fulfil what Nari asked from him, but Archie presses his weight further into Douxie, and Krel’s arms hold firm.

“No, I need to –”

“Hush, Douxie. Let us handle it,” Archie says. There’s some murmuring between everyone before Claire pulls away, citing that Douxie taught her a containment spell that she can use to hold Skrael’s magic. She quickly departs, taking Aja and Varvatos with her as backup, just in case (at Jim’s insistence).

And so, with that out of the way, Douxie fully gives in and grieves, wading through the ocean within him, anchored by Archie and Krel and the others, keeping him from being swept away.

#tales of arcadia #rise of the titans #hisirdoux casperan #krel tarron #krexie #at least it will be krexie if i do the full piece #fanfic #my fanfic #tales of arcadia rise of the titans #toa #rott #douxie #nari #archie

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More Time & Time Again/ OoT Timeloop. (I think this is just a multichapter fic now) Link is helping his younger self out when the boy asks about his own adventure. Link recalls how he failed to change the future. (Tw for death mentions/implied death, fire/destruction, injury and angst.)

Time & Time Again & Part 2

Ao3

"How do you know all this?" The Kid asked, holding the Megaton Hammer uncertainly.

Link just smiled, "I went on a journey like yours a while ago....In retrospect, the hammer wasn't too hard to use compared to this one sword that was like, twice my height at the time."

The Kid glanced at Navi with wide, excited eyes. She frowned, "No."

"If I found a sword that big though-"

"Stick to the hammer right now," Navi sighed, giving Link a side eye.

He restrained a chuckle and leaned over to his younger self. In a low whisper he said "I'll give you a tip to getting a sword from Biggeron when she isn't watching."

The Kid pumped a fist and Navi zipped over to gently bop Link's head. "Don't give him ideas."

Link laughed, "I'm not! The idea is all his!"

Navi glared. Probably internally cursing the technicalities of them being the same person.

"Actually though, can you tell me about your adventure?" The Kid asked, tilting his head.

Link frowned. (He was small again, placing the Master Sword back in it’s pedestal. His legs still felt shaky from finally, finally having defeated Ganon.) "Maybe later. ...Besides, you still need to practice with that hammer. You do not want to pull a muscle using that thing... Trust me."

The Kid hummed, and shifted back into a readied stance with the hammer. He grinned "If I win will you tell me?"

"Who said anything about winning? It's practice, not a game."

"Sounds like you're scared you'll loseee, Grasshopper."

Link's eyes narrowed and he grinned, "Oh its on Shrimp."

"Wha- We're the same height!"

Link could’ve sworn he’d rigged this game so he wouldn’t lose. Link guesses he’s always had a habit of succeeding despite all logical odds out of sheer determination. He also blames the fact that Navi was helping Little Link and that was just unfair. He sighed as he stared up at his younger self’s near manic grin, laying on the ground.

“Story time!” the Kid said, putting the hammer down and holding out a hand to help him up.

Link accepted the boy-teen’s hand, defeated. He walked over to a nearby crate and hopped up to sit on the edge. The Kid followed and plopped himself in the grass, watching attentively.

He couldn’t tell the Kid his actual story, so he’d have to make up something. He hummed, “...Where should I start?”

“The beginning?” The Kid offered, laughing.

The beginning of his real story was complicated. Was it when the Great Deku Tree sent Navi to him? Or, with that adventure a closed book, was it when he returned to his time, to grow up as he was supposed to?

“Right... Well, when I was younger, I knew a princess in Termina... She saw that an evil man... uh, her uncle, would be king soon and no one believed her... She had asked me to help her.”

He skidded to a halt as he spotted the King and...Ganondorf. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the Greudo King. Images of his beastly transformation overlapped with the man currently in front of him.

Link dashed forward, past the guards and into the castle itself. He heaved his breaths as he took the most obvious path to the main hall. He didn't even stop to admire the original architecture of the building that would be transformed into Ganon's Castle.

"Who let this boy in?" The King asked, gesturing at him. "This is a private meeting."

Link swallowed, "Where’s Zelda?"

"Are you one of her playmates? Are you lost?"

He shook his head. He stared at the man, balling his hands into the skirt of his tunic.

"He appears overwhelmed," Ganondorf said, oddly soft, "Let him gather his thoughts."

Link shrunk away from Ganondorf’s full attention. He partly expected Navi to start speaking for him... The silence of her absence echoed like the quiet before Ganon burst from the rubble of the castle. His heart began a drum beat of “Danger, danger, danger,” in his ears.

He ran. Link ran past the crackle of fire echoing in his mind and behind his eyelids. The distressed shrieks from Zelda, unable to help, ringing in his ears.

“I stood in front of the current King, with evidence of the man’s plans in hand, and explained what I knew...” Link said, wishing that had been true.

“What? Already? You didn’t even get the big sword yet!”

“Oh, but you see...The King didn’t believe me. Put under a curse by the evil man. He was merely a puppet... But the evil man wanted more than the throne.”

He took in panting breaths as he stood in front of Zelda. The royal garden a soft earthy type of quiet. The twitter of birds promising calm. He closed his eyes briefly.

"Link? You're back already?"

He nodded and gasped for breath, "Ganondorf... is going to... get into the Sacred Realm."

Zelda's eyes widened, "Are you sure.... Oh... The Ocarina?"

With a nod, he let gravity take him and he plopped onto the ground.

"We must stop him then!" Zelda announced with determination.

Link smiled warily.

They had sat for hours. Zelda planned out how to deal with Ganondorf with the little information Link had been able to provide the words to explain. Exhaustion catching up with him, Link eventually fell asleep. His head on her shoulder. Her voice guiding him to kinder dreams than he'd had in a while. Even before starting his quest.

“The princess allowed me to sleep in one of the rooms in the castle. Although she probably didn’t need to since I usually ended up sleeping outside anyway... Got used to it. Sleeping in the big bed just felt too strange.”

“The princess seems really nice.”

Link nodded, “She is....” he sighed, “But, before we could implement our plan-”

He woke up to a muffled thunk. Link sat up and groggily wandered to the noise. He hadn’t thought about picking up his sword. He faltered as he noticed Ganondorf and a Gerudo woman bringing in a set of barrels.

Ganondorf turned to look at him and raised a brow. "Child. What are you doing up?"

He pointed to the barrels, brows furrowed.

"Ah, they are a gift to your King."

"It's night," Link forced out. Voice raspy. His glare strengthening.

The Gerudo King walked over to him, dramatic strides intimidating and imposing. Link scrambled to stay out of arms reach of the man. Ganondorf halted. "I get the sense you and the Princess don't like me too much."

Link distinctly regretted not grabbing his sword. His hand itched for something to hold, to protect him. "You're going to hurt people." He said in a harsh whisper, curling his fist.

"You sound so sure.... Why?"

Link looked away and took a step back.

"I don't intend to harm you, child."

"You killed the Great Deku Tree." Link hissed, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

"Ah. I didn't expect one of you to come out of that forest. Do you plan on speaking to the king? Tell him I killed a tree? I don't think he'll quite believe that... And if he did, it was one tree, do you think he'll care?"

"I'm not going to let you get into the Sacred Realm! You won't get Zelda or I to open the doors for you-"

"The Princess can open the doors?" Ganondorf grinned, "Thank you, young one, for that insight. I would have thought that particular goal lost without the Kokiri Emerald.... Now I can simply move on."

Link's eyes widened, he turned to run to Zelda. To get his sword. To do something. Ganondorf was fast. Especially so now that Link was small again. He never hated being small before this moment. He writhed against Ganondorf's grasp on his arm. He yelled and twisted and kicked.

"Stop it. You'll wake everyone up." Ganondorf snarled. He huffed, "I do hate doing this to a child but you give me no choice." He spoke in a language Link didn't understand. With a sharp jolt in the back of his head, he felt the energy sapped from him. He dropped to the ground. He felt wooden. Like a doll.

Ganondorf picked him up with ease. Dropping him over his shoulder. "It shouldn't kill you. Don't be alarmed. It took significantly more work to kill the Great Deku Tree."

Link's eyes widened. He hit Ganondorf weakly, struggling with the rest of his might. Ganondorf gave him a curious look, seemingly surprised he had even this much fight in him.

He was deposited in the bedroom the princess had given him. "Do try to get some rest, boy.... You'll need it." The door shut and locked.

Slowly, everything went dark.

"He cursed you?!"

Link nodded, "I later would realize that the reason I managed to stay awake as long as I did was because I had my own magic.... I had learned some spells before, but found out I could no longer do them."

The Kid frowned, "That's terrible!"

"I learned more later, it didn't entirely sap my aptitude for magic." Link glanced at his own hands. "I don't know... I don't need them as much anymore."

Zelda shook him awake. She shoved him to the floor in her urgency.

She pulled him up and before he was truly aware of his surroundings, he was being lifted by hands much stronger than Zelda. Link squirmed, the sleepiness draining from him quickly.

"Link wake up! Please!"

He groggily reached out to her. She gasped "Oh thank the Goddesses."

"Impa!" Zelda cried out. "My father! Where is he?"

"We don't have any more time to spare. I'm sorry Princess. We must leave. Now."

Link gasped. No no, this shouldn't be happening. It shouldn't be happening at all.

Impa ran. She remained surprisingly dexterous and agile despite carrying both children.

Link watched over Impa's shoulder as Ganondorf appeared from the door. His sword was stained red. He grinned and took large, striding steps after them. Impa threw Zelda up onto a horse. Link squirmed out of her grasp before she could toss him up with her.

"Link!" Zelda shrieked, "What are you doing?"

He took out his sword and gestured towards the gates.

"You can't!" She cried, reaching towards him. "You... you could-"

Impa spurred the horse on before she could finish. Link closed his eyes to dash out the image of Zelda's panicked face.

"I... never saw the Princess again for a long time after that."

Link nodded, "Eventually."

The Kid stared at him with a deep sadness. He knew he probably resonated too deeply into truth. He would have to change more in his story.

"But you did see her again. Right?"

Link tumbled to the ground, ignored. Ganondorf grabbed his own horse. Link roared in fury and made a leaping strike.

Zelda's scream echoed in the distance as Ganondorf clashed against his sword, creating a slash across Link's arm.

Ganondorf pushed him back before he could complete his attack. Knocking him several feet back. He scoffed, "I don't have time for you, child."

Link winced as he scrambled to a stand, listening to the clop clop of hooves. Legs shaking, he raced to the Temple of Time. He knew Ganondorf would be back. He hid behind a pillar, and waited. He could still stop it. He would just have to stop his past self from opening the doors! That could work.

"I ran to get the King's Mask before the evil man could. With that, he could rule the kingdom as he saw fit. Masks have great power in Termina, as symbols and sometimes magical items." He explained.

"Oh cool." The Kid leaned forward, "I wonder if any of the masks I had as a kid would be important to people in Termina..."

Link looked down with a soft smile, "Some of them, maybe. But anyway.... the mask was... gone, by the time I got there."

The boy ran in just as he expected, the Ocarina of Time still gripped in one hand. Link attempted to dash after him, only to he grabbed from behind. A large hand muffled him. He kicked and squirmed and bit. All it got him was a tighter hold.

“I should’ve known the royal family would send someone through time to stop me.” Ganondorf whispered to him, “I didn’t expect a child. Although, perhaps that’s all they have left.”

Link growled and knocked his head back, hitting Ganondorf’s chin. He was dropped unceremoniously. Scrambling to a stand, Link readied his sword, glancing at the spiritual stones in their places.

“Really?” Ganondorf huffed, “You think that little tumbtack will stop me?”

Link glared.

Ganondorf summoned his magic and Link dodged out of the way. “Hm, you learned. Good to know.” Ganondorf walked past him, and Link ran forward to attack, but was yet again thrown back by a dismissive smack. Everything after that was a hazy blur.

Link woke up to the crackle of fire and a burning sensation on his left hand.

Link was quiet for a moment, feeling the oppressive smoke and heat suffocating him. Imagery of Castle Town on fire flickering behind every blink.

The Kid frowned at him, "Are you okay?" He whispered.

Link nodded, tracing the shape of the triforce of courage on his hand. He didn't quite know how the time travel worked with the sacred relic. He glanced at his younger self. He had it too, didn't he?

"Grasshopper?"

Link took in a breath and straightened his posture, "Right. Right. I'm fine. But um. Can we finish this another time?"

The Kid nodded. He stood and stretched. "...Um, quick question... If you don't mind... Why did you leave Termina? You grew up there. And you said it's doing fine now-"

"I was looking for an old friend... Now I just want to help people here."

"Oh. You're a nice person." The Kid concluded.

"...I've been told that." Link said softly. He ruffled the Kid's hair because he knew it would annoy him. "But! It's getting dark and if you don't go back home and rest, I'm gonna go find Sheik and he'll make you sleep."

The Kid gasped in indignation. Then blinked. "Wait you can find Sheik? Really? How!?"

"Oh my Goddesses, go sleep!"

"Is he here!? Is he following me or is he just going to places I need to be before me?"

"Forget Sheik, I will drag you to the forest."

The Kid laughed, "Okay, okay."

#tw death mention #tw injury #loz #legend of zelda #ocarina of time #loz link #loz zelda #loz ganondorf #fanarts fanfic #loz au #loz angst #im gonna go back and add it to ao3 later because rn im on my phone so i have to copy by paragraph >_<

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