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lazyneonrabbitt · 3 months

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Daryl Dixon & adopted daughter

Request: Heyya, so Ive been reading some of your fixs and idk if your inbox is open rn, but if you can can ypu make one with were daryl? Like where he finds a lost child (who didnt know shes a werewolf too) and kinda raises her? If not that is fineee :)

With winter approaching fast the group had set out to a large store lot further off, knowing there was a bed store somewhere on that lot and they needed to stock up on anything they came across.

Except when listing 'anything', none of them had 'a child' in mind.

When the group raided the supply area, Daryl had set out to the front and rummage around only to find empty cans.

At least one empy can that wasn't even a day old, seeing the remains hadn't dried out yet. He quickly hid and took in his surroundings better.

There was only one bed clearly in use. Others had stuff thrown on them or were still too neat and all dusty, but still he was wary.

Rustling further down the store caught his attention so he stalked towards it, quickly catching the source of the noise which turned out to be.. a child?

"The hell?" He kept the young girl at arm's length and gave her a once over. All her clothes were torn and hanging loosely over her worn out, hollow frame. "Where's yer group?" He got only a sad scoff in return. "Nowhere."

He gave her another good look, sneaking in some sniffs to see if she was sick and left behind because of it, but he found none of that.

Just a faint whiff of wolf. It was barely there so he didn't think it came from her, maybe she stole the clothes from someone who happened to be a werewolf.

"C'mon. If yer alone I'm takin' ya home, we got a big place ta live in." He watched the kid calm down at the end of his outstretched arms, already out of his grip and nodding. "Please, being alone is scary.."

"Name's Daryl. You?" He held out his hand to shake, taking his time with her.

"Sarah."

Daryl had asked her all kinds of questions as he was given a tour of the store. "How long habe ya been here?" He wondered with how difficult it was for a single child to survive longer periods in this world. "Just a few days. Wait!" She stopped before turning to face her new friend. "Do you have electricity? Batteries?" Daryl nodded in return. "Yeah we got solar panels, why?" But he didn't get an answer, instead she swayed and disappeared around a corner. Daryl stalked after her, cursing her out for disappearing without a warning until he saw where she headed. In a far corner she had grabbed an abandoned cart and was stacking boxes in it. "Whatcha got, kid?"

She didn't reply, just waved him over as she kept piling the cart full of..

Electric blankets. Between the two corner shelves there was a stack of them, extras for easy access when restocking. "Ya just earned yer place at home. I'm fightin' anyone who disagrees." His comment earned him a laugh and a soft thanks. She didn't know why she felt so comfortable around the old man, he was a stranger which should have her wary but instead there was a strange familiar feeling that had her stay close.

After grabbing any and all usefull items from the front of the store they made their way back to the back, both with a cart piled high.

Daryl went first to announce his findings. Which included a new party member that made herself known by slowly appearing from behind the two carts of items.

She hid behind Daryl and peeked at the people, introducing herself after some light persuasion but the attention on her quickly faded with all the items they brought back.

On the way home she shared thebcar with Aaron. They sort of chatted about all kinds of light subjects, but she'd constantly be focussed on Daryl who rode his bike up front all the way to the gates of Alexandria.

Once home Daryl was dismissed to go take his new friend to the infirmary to get a quick checkup and get settled. Denise let her go with the instructions to eat well and she would be good, so Daryl took her to his place to raid Carol's meal prep and let her stuff her face with as much as she wanted.

After finding Carol and doing some intruductions Daryl took her back home to clean up while Carol went to pick up some new clothes and toiletries for her.

"Oh man!" Daryl caught her voice from the other end of the hallway. "I missed hot water! I love this place!" He laughed as he continued clearing the spare room that was now more of a storage of random possibly useful items.

Meanwhile Carol had dropped by and left a fresh set of clothes at the bathroom door and brought the rest over and put it all in the cabinet and helped finish making the bed.

Aa they were finishing up the bathroom door opened and a waft of moist, warm air flowed onto the rest of the floor.

"I wanted to stay in there forever." She quickly went quiet again when she saw Carol, new people were still a bit scary.

"Saw you enjoyed the food I cooked." Carol tried some small talk, and small it stayed while Daryl let her explore the house some more.

That night after Sarah went to bed Daryl went to find his best friend and have a talk.

"I think I brought home a wolf cub." The sentence was an easy one, no misinterpetations possible but still Carol looked at him like he had three heads. "Sarah, I'on think she knows but it explains why she's stickin' to me like tha'."

"I think it's best to wait for her to mention it. If you can sense her, then she should sense you too, or something."

Daryl huffed a laugh at her attempt at logic, but she was right. He would wait it out and hear from her when she was ready to share.

Except weeks passed and she never did. Sarah's wolf scent did get way less subtle over time but still hadn't mentioned it.

Until Daryl had enough one evening when they both sat in the living room, her with a book and him carving new bolts.

"What's up witcha? Ain't feelin' well?" He didn't even look up from his work when he asked, sensing full well what was wrong with her. Daryl kept the curtains drawn, but with them not being fitted there was always a little peek of moonlight coming through. Right where Carol usually sat with a book, using the light to read just like Sarah was right now.

"Come on outta that chair, girl. Sit here." If any other man would have told her that she would have ran, but she listened to Daryl.

But with the first movement of her leg she winced in pain, book dropping to the ground and her doubling over in pain. Daryl was up in a second, his work discarted on the couch as he moved the curtains so there was a larger illuminated spot on the floor. He couldn't take her outside where people would watch, and the bedrooms all had windows on the other side of the house so this was his best option.

"Alright kid I know this is gon' sound insane, but ya gotta stop fightin' the pain." And oh he hated him for those next words. "Ya also need ta lose the jeans. Tight shirt too." He finally got a look of disgust at his crazy words, but something in her mind told her to listen. Daryl somehow knew what her pain meant and he'd help. He'd be there.

"Y..heah. Blanket?" Oh. Right. Daryl moved to grab her a blanket to crawl underneath and worm out of her clothes.

"Daryl.." she spoke through winces of pain. "Why's there a voice?" She got a soft smile in response, not knowing exactly how to explain it in words and thus deciding to show her.

"M'gonna show ya wha's happenin' to ya. Jus' keep yer eyes on mine, yeah. M'gonna have ta get outta these tho." He pulled at the hem of his hoodie and tied it loosely around his hips before sliding his sweats down and off. His shirt went last before he kneeled and let the change he had been fighting ever since he stepped into the moonlight finally take over.

Sarah stared at his eyes like daryl instructed and watched them shine bright blue. And then he opened his mouth as she watched fangs appear. His ears pointed and his face changed.

His entire body looked like it-- no, it was bulking out. And fur sprouted over his skin and.. That's a tail.

"Holy shit.." Enthralled by the other's form changing into that of a beast she had barely felt her own starting to change. When she looked back at her hands there were claws where her fingernails were, and her tongue grazed past sharp teeth.

Daryl stared at her as she took deep breaths, trying to ignore the sudden spike of pain as her bones started to shift.

He reached a paw to rest on her shouder, softly squeezing the muscles as he spoke.

"Ya got this. It hurts like a bitch the first few times. M'sorry." He prayed she understood him and didn't just hear grumbles. With a saddened look she carefully crawled from underneath her blanket to curl up against Daryl's fur. He held her close as she cried, feeling her bones crack and heal, her muscles snap underneath steadily furring over skin. Her face was pressed in the bend of his arm where he felt her snout portrude against his skin, now wet with drool and tears.

Only when she stilled did Daryl pull away to look over her, checking if she properly shifted and softly kneaded at some muscles in hopes she'd respond well.

"Hurts.." She whined as her paw came up to swat away his, but failing as it stopped right in her view.

Daryl let her go entirely and stepped back, looking at her wobbly frame. "Ya look like a baby deer with yer shaky skinny legs."

Daryl laughed at her grumbles as she stood on all fours, padding around in place to get to know her limbs. "So weird.." she spoke as she stared at her hind legs and wiggled her toes. "So, werewolf?" She knew about monsters, what kid didn't at her age? She watched Daryl nod and stand up on his hind legs, motioning for her to try the same.

He watched her think as she slowly rose to her full height, which wasn't that much more than before. "How'r ya feelin?"

He didn't know anything about first time shifting for younger wolves. He never had someone teach him but his instincts luckily helped him take care of the pup he took under his wing. He saw her skinny frame and his only thought was to go hunt a deer and let her chow down. But he knew he couldn't take her out tonight. Their best option was to rest and let her get used to her new body.

"Feeling okay I guess. My legs are weird." She hobbled around, almost losing balance with every step and laughing at her wacky movement. At least she seemed to be having fun instead of cowering away and adapted really quick. He could only guess she was a lateblooming born wolf. His early shifting never went as smooth as hers and he surely wasn't up and bouncing on his feet fhe first moon.

"Ya look good, fer a scrawny lil' pup." She felt proud when he comlimented her in his own, dismissive way and couldn't help but grin, baring her teeth at him in glee.

"My head's no longer weird to me. Like we're friends now." Her paw went up to tap at her head, stopping as she poked her ear instead and took a moment to feel around at their new place on top of her head. Feeling her ears she seemed to think of her tail too, furning to look at it and making at least three full circles before realizing she was chasing her own tail and stopping instantly, looking up with an embarrassed look. "Don't tell anyone I just did that." Daryl sputtered as he tried not to laugh but failed as he rolled over in laughter. "Yer too cute, pup."

She faked hurt and plopped down onto the floor next to him, stretching her muscles with a long yawn and slumping against the hardwood floor.

"M'tired." She mumbled against her arm. "Can I sleep here on the floor?"

"Nah." She rolled and leaned on her elbow to look at her mentor. "Yer sleepin' in a bed. Can't have ya nude on the floor when ya shifted back." She sighed in defeat, not wanting to get up anymore, but Daryl made a good point so reluctantly she sat up and tried to get back on her feet as swiftly as possible without stumbling.

"Well, goodnight then." She turned to head upstairs but didn't make it two steps before being grabbed by the tail. "Yer not sleepin' alone either. Downstairs with me." He had sat up as well by now and easily stood up. Sarah stidied all of his movements and compared his hunched over stance with her more straight posture. "Ya know ya can think out loud, yeah? Ask away."

It was cute how he could feel the buzzing energy coming off her and wasn't surprised in the slightest she got tired so quickly. First time shifts are tiring, and all these new senses and strange proportions took quite something to get used to but she was adapting really well.

"Does it hurt when you turn? You look so.. heavy."

Heavy huh. He did bulk out way more than her, who still looked like a stick on legs.

"Only on full moons. Cuz it makes me turn. When I decide to I's all good." He went down the stairs first so when she'd trip over her own feet he'd be able to catch her, but she made it without falling.

She was doing so much better than him at that age.

His couch was big enough for her to snuggle up in the empty spot between Daryl and the back rest. It was so nice and warm against his form she fell asleep quickly, Daryl only allowing himself to sleep once he knew she had drifted off completely.

He carefully draped a blanket over her form so she'd be covered once she'd be turned back by morning while he kept his shifted form.

Next morning came fast with both of them sleeping so deep it barely felt like an hour had passed when they woke up.

Daryl had moved off the couch already, grabbing some clothes and heading out of her vision to change back and get dressed before going to her room to grab her clean clothes while she got some time to properly wake up.

Once dressed they shared breakfast and went over Sarah's experience from last night. From the feel of shifting to the intensity of her new senses, they discussed it all.

They also planned to stay outside overnight.

After spending their day as normal as possible they went out to the edge of the woods where Daryl knew he could protect her and maybe could catch food as well.

"Yer feelin' good about bein' out here?" They walked past the treeline far enough so the guards wouldn'f see them anymore.

"Yeah. It feels nice here. Makes my head howl. Does that make sense?" She felt like she asked way too much, no matter how often Daryl had told her over the day it was good of her to ask that much.

"Yeah, s'good yer head howls. Says ya got a good bond with yer wolf side."

The sun would set soon, so they killed some time with another fun outdoor activity.

Strength training.

Daryl decided to have her see how much stronger she was now that she had fully developed her lucantrophy. And also, he was curious and wanted Sarah to amaze herself some more with her new abilities.

"Try 'n lift tha' one." Daryl pointed at the broken off, fallen tree trunk to which Sarah just shook her head. "You're insane. No way I can lift that."

She got a look of disappointment before she huffed and padded over to the tree. With both her feet planted onto the forest floor she chaneled all of her strength into lifting the giant log. While lifting it wasn't entirely happening, she did manage to dislodge it from the ground it had gotten stuck into and moved off to the side a foot or two. It mostly rolled, but it was impressive she even got it to move at all. They did some more breaking of branches and practiced some basic fighting in case she'd be alone against people and she proved quickly that no human could easily capture her.

She was a natural out here. Daryl was almost jealous of how quickly she channeled her feral side.

"Are you feeling all jittery too?" Sarah hopped around Daryl, shivering despite the evening warmth.

"S'yer wolf sayin' s'time ta change." Daryl nodded up at the sky. "Find the moon, say sonethin' nice to 'er and let it wash over ya."

He got a confused look, what did he mean with 'saying something nice'?

Weird old man talk.. But she did it anyways and this time her shift hurt less. Something about being nice to people if you want them to be nice to you or something.

Daryl shifted along with her and once they were both fully turned they ran.

Daryl took easy paths and avoided higher shrubbery she could get her legs stuck in and they ran.

All the way down to the river, where Daryl showed her how to fish and then back, stalking a bird on the ground and took a squirrel out of a tree.

Sarah admired his hunting skills and quickly begged for lessons that he agreed to without a second thought.

People already were convinced Daryl had adopted her, but he felt like he now truly did.

He never felt like he'd have a pack of his own, he wasn't enough of a wolf for it.

But then Sarah showed up.

And now that he thought of it, Carol.

Michonne, Jude, Aaron.

His family was his pack, and Sarah helped him finally realise that.

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind! I disn't want to write it as a reader insert as I pictured the girl as being in her teens.

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hereforreadandwrite · 10 months

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Chapter One

Masterlist

Little mús = Little mouse

The journey to England was long and arduous. You had never been confronted with the whims of the ocean and bad weather. The clan had to endure the rain, the icy wind, the storm and the raging ocean. For a first trip, it was hectic, but feeling the water and the wind warming up. When you first saw the lands of England, you were amazed. There was no nose, but plains of greenery as far as the eye could see. Dag was quick to make his voice heard, commenting that it was strange that Christians worship the cross that killed their Christ. For him, it was as if the Danes decided to worship the wolf who killed Odin. You shook your head slightly, deciding to ignore that idiot Dag, concentrating on all his new landscapes passing by until the ship arrived safely: Ragnarssons Encampment. But something was strange, the camp was strangely quiet and the few men there were dirty, badly dressed and they weren't from the North. Sigurd ordered to stop the boat, he wanted to continue on foot and present himself to them to verify if they were their friends or enemies that they were going to fight together. Well, not all of them, Sigurd ordered you to stay in the boat while they check and clean up the area. You obeyed and hid in the boat, watching your brothers and the crew alight to report to the Saxons. Unsurprisingly, the Saxons attacked the clan, which was forced to retaliate. The clearing of the camp was quick, the Saxons were no match for warriors from the North. Eivor came for you once the camp was cleared of any unwanted Saxons. The other two ships arrived in turn. With their arrival, the clan immediately got to work. Repairing the longhouse, removing the brigands' tents to prepare theirs. Weeks passed quickly, a new moon had arrived, before their new home was repaired and ready to welcome them. Your brothers had taken the time to build you a cabin, near the longhouse. Your new home was big enough for you. You had thanked them warmly, even though you had told them of your worries about living alone. It was stupid, you weren't a kid anymore, but you couldn't help but be scared. All of his changes made you dizzy. Sigurd and Eivor reassured you, saying that you could come and see them at any time of the day or night. A new life was beginning in Ravensthorpe. But things weren't that simple. A few days after the clan was installed, Sigurd and Eivor had to leave, each on their own, to forge alliances with other clans. Sigurd had left to join the Ragnarssons brothers and Eivor had gone to see the clan of a Jarl named Soma.

Eivor returned to Ravensthorpe for several weeks with the bracelet Soma had given him in appreciation for helping him. Apparently, he had helped the Jarl to return to his city and make a hard choice. He had just brought the good news. Now he had to go to Ledecestrescire, but he needed you. Sigurd had sent a letter, asking that you accompany Eivor, as he needed your archery skills. You were thrilled to join your brothers on this adventure.

"So sister? Do you like England?" asked Eivor as he rode his horse galloping through the fields of England.

"Yes, it's so different from Norway. The air is different, it's so warm, the landscape is so beautiful and colorful. There's so much to see. I wish Dǫglingr was here to see that. "

"I know (Y/N). I promise you that one day we will manage to bring him here."

"I hope."

The journey to Ledecestrescire was smooth until you and your brother arrived at a town called Repton. You left the horses in front of a church from which cries escaped. It was not reassuring. You looked at Eivor puzzled. The drengr tells you to stay behind him and let him talk. You were following Eivor in the Church which has been converted into a torture chamber. Lifeless bodies of Saxons hung above your heads, a man with a blindfold, soaked in blood, heated a sword, another was screaming, squirming, as he was in being lifted off the ground, feet up, head down. A third man was pulling a pulley to which the hanging Saxon was attached. The third man stopped, turning to the two newcomers.

"Who stands before Ivarr Ragnarsson? Are you Sigurd's drengr?" Ivarr asked, glaring at Eivor. "Aygor?"

"Eivor," Eivor replied, putting you behind him. "If you keep that up, you'll stain the floors."

"Eh! The place could use some color."

You couldn't help but wince when you saw all the blood. They were everywhere, the floor, the walls, the ceiling. Like your home, like tonight. You shook your head slightly, pushing his thoughts out of your mind. You didn't have to think about it. You were concentrating on Ivarr, studying his physique a little better. Half of his head was shaved, revealing his scar that crossed the left side of his face from the top of his head to his chin. Where had he got that scar? How did he get it?

"Who are they?" Eivor asked bringing you out of your thoughts.

"All spies," Ivarr replied, moving closer to the blind man to push him to the hanging Saxon. "Dressed to look the part of a peasant. Got feisty. Pitchfork. Form this rabid little one."

You felt your stomach turn as Ivarr guided him to point the sword at him begging.

"Was a time when you met and slew your enemy on the field before they could dream of things like sending spies."

Suddenly, Ivarr kicked the blind man's buttocks, startling him. In his surprise, he thrust the sword into the hanging man's side. You looked away from that scene. The man's cry echoed off the walls of the Church, the smell of blood made you want to vomit. It was horrible. But Sigurd would tell you that these were the consequences of the war.

"And now we shake hands and make deals," Eivor commented.

"Not my thing," Ivarr replied, stepping closer to the pleader.

"I figured."

"I love the whipped, weeping and reeking of piss."

Ivarr turned to the blind man, who was leading the pleader away. He shouted a "hey" startling the blind Saxon. You and Eivor watched the Ragnarsson move closer to his prisoner, grabbing his hand to put a coin in before gently patting his head, congratulating him on being a good boy. He then turned to beg him, telling him he was free and he could return to wreak havoc in the fields of Mercian. Ivarr moved closer to the pulley, grabbing his axe to slam him down on the rope. When she was cut off, the Saxon crashed hard to the ground. You were sure you heard his bones making a strange noise.

"I would have let him down easy," Eivor commented, looking at the inert Saxon.

"Hm," Ivarr breathes as he finishes getting dressed. "Follow me, I'll give you the tour."

Ivarr walked towards the exit of the Church, Eivor and you followed him through the small town.

"What do you call this place?" Eivor asked.

"I call it The Shithole. To the Mercians, it is Repton. Their most revered kings are buried below the church. Imagine their weeping when we drove them out!"

"You plunged your knife deep into the heart of this kingdom," you commented looking around.

"Hey, you have a language, little mús*. What's your name?"

"(Y/N)."

"Well (Y/N), you're right. We've got a number of Saxon nobles lined up with their lips puckered, ready to kiss or asses. The only holdout is King Burgred and his war-thegn, Leofrith. But my brother is brewing a plan to deal with them."

"I take it that's where we'll find our brother," Eivor said.

"Right. Talkers they are, Ubba and Sigurd. Might want to dig the wax from your ears."

The trio arrived in front of a tent from which a disgruntled voice was heard. What was happening? Ivarr mumbled something about a boring mercenary as he hurried into the tent. The dissatisfied person kills himself before leaving the situation visibly upset. Eivor nodded to you, urging you to follow him and stay close to him. He was the first to enter the tent, you followed him closely, hiding behind him. You were always uncomfortable around people you didn't know. You were relieved to see Sigurd and find that he was fine.

"Haggling over silver is a bad look for the son of Ragnar Lothbrok," Sigurd commented, glaring at Ubba. "But worry not, Ubba, I have the warriors you need."

"If this is one of them, my worries have vanished," Ubba commented before turning his attention back to you. "Who is this woman hiding behind your drengr?"

"Our sister, (Y/N)" Sigurd says smiling at you. "She doesn't look it, but she's my best archer."

Eivor smiled, leading you out of hiding to face Ubba and Ivarr. Your brother gave you a light pat on the back, making you straighten up. Why did you agree to come all the way here? You were better off at Ravensthorpe.

"You two have come at just the right time," Sigurd began, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Ubba and Ivarr here are hunting a king."

"And when we've caught him, we mean to crown another," Ubba explained, turning to a man approaching him. "Our dear Thegn Ceolwulf here."

"It's not a role I begged for, but it's what Mercia needs just now. A man to fairly rule both Saxons and Danes," Ceolwulf said.

"A puppet," you say, glaring Sigurd sternly.

"(Y/N)…"

"I am doing my part. I hope you have come to do yours. We are going to need all the help we can get for what comes nest."

"The king has refused our offers of peace," Ubba continued. "Ceolwulf means to change that. He'll be a new king for a new England."

"For now, Burged is holed up in his fortress at Tamworth, making a final stand," Sigurd continued.

"Another shithole, only further south," Ivarr commented.

"We've held a siege there for weeks, to no effect. So no more knocking. Now we beat the gate to splinters," Ubba continued. "If we take tamworth, remove Burgred, and crown Ceolwulf… come morning, this shire is ours. And Mercia soon after."

"Yes, remove. I cannot stress that enought," insisted Ceolwulf. "Burgred is not to be harmed. My legitimacy as king hangs on this one simple fact."

"You rob all the joy from war, Saxon," Ivarr replied, stepping away from the table to approach you and Eivor, glaring Ceolwulf sternly.

"Not every victory needs to be marked by the slaughter of a king."

"Ah! But it is much better," the Boneless replied.

"His request is fair, Ivarr. And we will honor it," Sigurd replied much to Ivarr's annoyance.

You no longer listened to what your brothers and the Ragnarsson brothers were saying. One word in particular was ringing in your mind. Slaughter. Your heart started beating at an amazing speed, your ears started ringing, your hands were shaking and you felt your stomach turn. No, now was not the time. You had to leave the tent without being noticed. The men were too focused on their hunt for the king to care about you. You slowly backed up to the exit of the tent without being noticed. Once outside, you clapped your hand over your mouth, starting to run to find a secluded spot. Once you were sure you were alone, you allowed your body to give up the contents of your stomach. You vomited the little food and bile before calming down. Why did that simple word put you in such a state? Sigurd and Eivor trusted you for this mission. You shouldn't let yourself go like that.

"Are you really a good archer, little mús?"

You turned to none other than Ivarr Ragnarsson. Of course, someone had to catch you throwing up your guts and it had to be a Ragnarsson. You used the back of your sleeve to wipe your mouth. You pulled yourself together, facing Ivarr who was closing in on you.

"You look more like a terrified little girl than a gifted archer whose prowess Sigurd kept praising," Ivarr commented, letting his carnivorous grin show. "Will you be able to hold out against our enemy or will you be busy throwing your guts out?"

"You don't know me, I'm able to stand against the enemy. If Sigurd praises my prowess, there's a reason," you say, straightening your back. "My brothers trust me and that's enough for me."

You walked past Ivarr, moving away from him to find Eivor and Sigurd. Ignoring the fact that Ivarr Ragnarsson was watching you walk away. He had noticed that you were uncomfortable in the Church. Was it the fact that he was torturing Saxons or the stress of the coming battle? Maybe both. Could he really trust you? After all, they were going to have to fight King Burgred. Were you going to crack in the middle of a fight? He was going to have to watch you closely, but first he had to get the son of the future king: Ceolbert. This kid needed to shed blood to assert himself and become a man. He arrived near his brother from Sigurd and his drengr, all were ready to leave, but someone was missing. Each mounted their horse and the party set off for King Burgred's abode, but Ivarr quickly noticed that someone was missing.

"Little mús went into hiding again to return his meal?" he asked, glaring at Sigurd.

"No, (Y/N) went ahead to check around and find his perch," replied Sigurd, smiling proudly and straightening his back.

"Who told you she didn't run away?"

"It's true that she seems quite… weak," Ubba commented.

"We know (Y/N) better than anyone," Eivor said, glaring sternly at the Ragnarsson brothers. "Our sister is trustworthy. I will not hesitate to entrust my life to her."

"Well said, Eivor," Sigurd replied. "Don't worry, (Y/N) is a talented archer. Odin granted her extraordinary vision."

"Extraordinary how much?" asked Ceolbert curiously.

"You'll see, Ceolbert. She doesn't look like it, but (Y/N) has saved our lives more than once," Eivor replied.

Ivarr couldn't help but groan when he heard that. There was no way you were as amazing as your brothers said you were. You looked like a mouse that was ready to flee at the slightest opportunity. How could he trust you for this mission?

The group arrived at the king's residence. Everyone was just waiting for orders from the Ragnarssons and Sigurd so they could invade the Tamworth. Unsurprisingly, you weren't at the makeshift camp. He was sure and certain that you had taken advantage of it to flee Mercia.

"Looks like your dearest sister ran away," Ivarr commented, glaring at Eivor and Sigurd who continued to smile.

"No, she's here. Closer than you think," Eivor replied, following Ubba to the gates of the fortress.

Ivarr rolled his eyes, growling in displeasure. He nodded to Ceolbert to follow him. Burgred stood at the top of the walkway, looking down on the Danes.

"Look at these pagan rats! Ravenous, unseemly beasts, teeming over holy ground!" Burgred exclaimed to Leofrith who looked uncertain.

"Have a care, lord. These pagan rats outnumber us."

"I can see that, fool!" Burgred muttered through his teeth. "What do we do about them!"

"I advise we strongly consider their demands, lord," advised Leofrith. "We won't survive a fight."

"Is that you, Leofrith?" Ivarr asked sarcastically. "How quickly you recover. I'm beginning to wonder if it is a man or a god beneath all that armor."

"A man of God stands before you, Ivarr," replied Leofrith emblemately? "Proud and resolute."

"That's Burgred war-thegn," Ubba explained, turning to Eivor and Sigurd. "Killed a dozen of our men in an amubush along the river Trent. It Ivarr's ax that stopped him."

"That is a poor description of a perfect thirty-yard toss," Ivarr said proudly.

"Enough jawing, heathens!" barked Burgred "Speak your piece."

"We've come for your crown, lord," Ubba replied calmly.

"With or without your head attached," Ivarr continued.

"I admire your ambition, Pagan," Burgred replied with a sneer. "But what you ask is impossible. No dane ever has or ever will occupy Mercia's sacred throne."

"Are you sure of that, King Burgred?" Eivor asked quite loudly. "Are you sure you want to see what will happen to your men posted on this walkway?"

Burgred only had time to reply to his surprise, and that of Leofrith, four of his men resures an arrow in the face or in their throat, killing them on the spot or leaving them to agony for long minutes. Ivarr watched this puzzled scene. Where did his arrows come from? The assault had not yet been launched. His attention fell on Sigurd and Eivor, the two brothers smiling enigmatically. Impossible, was it you? But where were you hiding? He didn't see you.

"Pagan dog! What have you done?!" shouted Burgred enraged. "Kill them all!"

"My king, may I suggest a more measured approach to this-"

"I grow weary of this palaver! You have trampled our lands, toppled our monuments. We've given you silver. Fed your people," Burgred shouted, spitting at the vikings' feet. "And yet in spile of all this, your encroachment on my kingdom continues. No more! We will die defending what is ours, whatever the cost. If you want my crown, Ubba Ragnarsson, you must pry it from the hands of my bloodless cor-"

Burgred had no time to finish his sentence when an arrow pierced the air, skimming his cheek and went to crash into the head of one of his soldiers, post a little further. A cry of terrifier escaped his lips as his war-thegn searched for the person who had just fired his arrows. You couldn't help but sigh seeing the two Saxons being so panicked. They reminded you of two hens running away from the farmer who was coming with an axe. When you were reunited with your brothers, Sigurd ordered you to go first so you could find a vantage point to clean up. Burgred was screaming so loud you could hear him from where you were hiding. You had found a tree with rather thick branches and dense foliage, you were perfectly concealed, sixty feet from Burgred's fortress. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard Synin croak. You watched the crow circling above the tree where you were perched. You nodded slightly, jumping off your branch to follow Burgred, or at least keep an eye on him. Ceolwulf didn't want him to die, which was stupid. Burgred was not going to be captured so easily. You fired new arrows, killing guards watching for reinforcements. You had to eliminate as many as possible to allow the others to enter. When the wall was clear, you climbed it arriving on the walkway which was now deserted. You looked around taking the opportunity to slip into Tamworth, hiding in the bushes. You could already wreak havoc with just a few arrow shots. You saw carts with jars filled with oil. All it needed was a small spark for it to explode. You prepared an arrow, aiming at one of the jars.

Burgred had better be well hidden.

You let go of your bowstring, letting your arrow slice through the air to smash into a jar that shattered into a thousand pieces. The oil was spreading on the ground, coming dangerously close to a fire. Alerted by the noise, Burgred's men approached the source of the noise. The oil came in contact with the flames, guiding them to the cart which exploded, sending oil and flames on the men who screamed and pain and tried to put out the flames, without much result. His screams were the signal for the drengrs of the Ragnarssons brothers who broke down the huge wooden door, invading the place. What little house there was was now on fire, the battle cries echoed, the sounds of swords clashing echoed through Tamworth. You took advantage of the chaos to come out of hiding, killing any archers you saw, allowing the drengrs to push the ram through Tamworth. You were surprised to see an axe pass a few centimeters from your face, going to plant itself in the head of a Saxon who collapsed. Your gaze rested on none other than Ivarr. This one had a smirk on his lips as he moved closer to you to take back his weapon, returning to fight without saying a word.

"Sister! Over here!" Eivor shouted.

You rushed past Eivor, covering his and Sigurd's rear, to Burgred's home, killing his two henchmen, thus taking control of Tamworth. Burgred had lost. Eivor and Ubba broke down the door, allowing the small group to enter the house which was strangely empty. This coward had managed to flee? Impossible. Ubba turned to one of his men, ordering them to take three men and search the area before turning to Eivor, asking him to search the area for what might help them find Burgred while he go tell Ceolwulf that they have found him a throne. Throne on which Ivarr had taken his place. He was really unabashed. Ubba and Sigurd left the house, Eivor began to search the premises, leaving you alone. You sighed leaning against a beam. How did Burgred get away without anyone seeing him? Come to think of it, his war-thegn was also absent. They had both fled? You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a snore. Your attention fell on Ivarr who had just fallen asleep. Seriously? Eivor returned, a letter in hand which he handed to Ivarr before realizing that the Boneless was sleeping. Your brother was looking at you, just as lost, when Ubba, Sigurd and Ceolwulf entered the room. Seeing his brother sleeping, Ubba sighed loudly.

"Your men have any luck?" Eivor asked, turning to Ubba.

"Nothing. You?"

"This," he said giving the letter to Ubba. "Do you know that symbol?"

Ubba took the letter, checking the symbol. His expression turned serious as he recognized the drawing. He explained that this symbol was the sign of Tonna. The mercenary had helped them. Apparently, she had made a deal with Burgred. She was able to sell him the secrets regarding Ceolwulf, Repton, plans of the Ragnarssons. It smelled bad.

"Why bother with all this pageantry?" Ivarr asked, getting everyone's attention. "Fashion a new crown and stick it on your melon. There you have it, you're the new king."

"That is not how it works," replied Ceolwulf. "Not in Mercia."

"We're wasting time," Eivor said. "Tonna is our only lead. We talk to her, find out what she knows."

"I would sooner launch my face into my ax than face her," replied Ivarr, upset at the thought of seeing this woman again.

"That might improve her impression of you," Ubba replied, glaring sternly at his brother who rolled his eyes as he left the throne he was sitting on.

"We have the same father. But his mother wa a sow."

"Leave right now," you say as you approach the group of men. "The longer we wait, the more secrets Tonna will be able to sell."

"You're right. Bring your patience, you'll need it," Ubba commented as he walked towards the exit, followed by the group.

"And your axe," Ivarr continued.

The journey to the Tonna camp was peaceful, it was strange. Eivor and Sigurd had gone to talk to Tonna, leaving you with Ivarr and Ubba. You sighed, sharpening the tips of your arrows and checking that they weren't cracked. You had no place to stand high, that's why your brothers ordered you to stay with the Ragnarssons brothers.

"It was impressive what you did to Burgred's men," Ubba said looking down at you. "I've never seen anyone shoot with such precision."

"Thank you," you say, putting away your arrows.

"Looks like this little mús hides her game well," Ivarr commented with a sneer. "That and return your meal."

"What's this about returning your meal?"

The trio's attention fell on Sigurd and Eivor, returning from Tonna's camp. You straightened up, hanging your bow on your back. You answered your brother's question by telling him it was just a moment of weakness. Preferring to talk about Tonna than what had happened in Repton. According to the statements of Tonna, Burgred would hide evening in Ledecestre or in Templebrough Fort. The group split into three. Sigurd and Ubba went to Templebrough Fort and Ivarr went to Ledecestre. But Ubba asked you and Eivor to accompany him as a friend. Being friends with Ivarr Ragnarsson? It seemed absurd. But did you really have a choice? From the look Sigurd was giving you, you didn't really have a choice. You nodded slightly, agreeing to follow Ivarr to Ledecestre.

"We're going to have fun, little mús," Ivarr commented as he mounted his horse.

A sigh escaped your lips as you mounted your horse, following Ivarr to your next destination. You couldn't help thinking that you should have stayed in Ravensthorpe.

A sane person knew he or she couldn't be friends with Ivarr Ragnarsson. He was a man who didn't care about other people, he only did what he liked and he didn't care about the consequences. Why did Sigurd ask you to follow him to Ledecestre? He had taken with him a young boy who seemed as uncomfortable as you. This one presented itself to you. Apparently his name was Ceolbert and was the son of Ceolwulf, the future king of Mercia. Why risk the life of such an important person? It was absurd. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Ivarr announced that you had arrived. The town was filled with men working and fighting for Burgred. Searching the city wasn't going to be easy. Ivarr's attention fell on a fairly high tower where you can go unnoticed. You looked at Ceolbert, asking him if he had climbed himself. The young Aetheling shook his head negatively saying that he had never tried to climb a tree. Ivarr chuckled, saying he'll learn, even if it means breaking his neck. Climbing the walls of the tower was simple, Ceolbert managed to reach the top, not without being out of breath.

"Are you doing well?" you asked, patting Ceolbert on the back.

"The twig is fine little mús. It'll give him some muscle to his arms," Ivarr commented casually. "So! Let's get down to business. There are two possible places where Burgred can hide: the bathhouse and that church. One of us is going to have to go there as a scout and find out where our very dear King Burgred."

"I'll go," Ceolbert said, drawing your attention and Ivarr's.

"Are you sure of yourself? It's taking a risk. At the slightest mistake, your head will fall," you said, staring at the young man.

"Yes, I know I can do it."

"Be our guest," Ivarr replied, leading the way. "Try not to get yourself killed. Otherwise I'll have to kill your father."

You winced when you heard Ivarr say that. How could he threaten this boy to kill his father with such nonchalance? You felt your hands shaking. You had to calm down. You watched Ceolbert descend from the tower and disappear into the city. You were now alone with Ivarr The Boneless. Why did Sigurd order you to follow him? You knew he hoped for an alliance with the Ragnarssons brothers, but why did you have to stay with a man like him. You knew his reputation, everyone knew Ivarr. People had given him the nickname Boneless because he moved in such a strange way that he looked like he had no bones in his legs. Which was quite strange. You got closer to the edge of the tower, close enough to assess what was going on in the city and you were far enough away that no one noticed you. There was a lot of comings and goings of soldiers as well as carts probably containing food and oil.

"Burgred must be around," Ivarr said, snapping you out of your thoughts. "With so many of his men coming. They are preparing for a war."

"We'll be in trouble if that happens."

"It will not arrive."

You looked at Ivarr out of the corner of your eye. Ever since you left Tonna's camp, you noticed he was upset. You looked at the puzzled Boneless as he crouched down, surveying the bathhouse, rubbing his hands nervously. Silence fell between you and Ivarr. You hoped Ceolbert would come back alive. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard someone coming to the top of the tower. Eivor had arrived. You stood up, brushing the dust off your pants as Ivarr told him he was coming at the right time, because otherwise you would have torn this town apart without him.

"What have you seen?" asked the drengr.

"Soldiers aplenty. Wagons going in and out," you say. "Burgred must be here."

"The bathhouse there, and that church, see? I sent a scout to check them both. Should be back at any moment now," Ivarr continued before looking at Eivor. "Did you see Ubba and Sigurd in Templebrough?"

"No. And If Burgred is hiding here, I won't have to."

"There is a lot we would not have to do if we sruck to killing kings. Thanks to my brother, now we are into making them."

"And that's a bad thing?" you asked perplexed.

"You, Sigurd and you Eivor… do you still get along well?" asked Ivarr

"Most of the time, yes," you replied, looking at Eivor.

"Yes."

"You're both still young. Wait until you're my age and you'll see," he said, moving closer to you and Eivor. "The closer we are, the more we see each other's flaws."

Silence settled again. Eivor took a better look around, looking for Ivarr's lightning that didn't return. It was over, either he was dead or he had fled. Eivor decided he was going to see the Boneless scout. Ivarr let him go, preferring to wait here for Ceolbert to return. Your brother gave you one last look, telling you to be careful before he jumped off the tower and landed in a wagon full of hay. You were alone again with Ivarr. But you noticed that he was starting to get impatient. You didn't have time to ask him anything but he pulled out a horn to blow into it. He launched the assault on the city.

"What are you doing?!" you exclaimed in surprise.

"I've had enough of waiting. I want to shed blood!" he said, smiling at you with his maniacal smile which announced nothing good, while he approached dangerously close to you, bringing his face closer to yours. "You can hide here like a coward if you want little mús. You seem to be good at it. After all, we each have our fights and it looks like you haven't won yours. As long as you refuse to win, you'll stay a scared little mouse."

After that, Ivarr came down from the tower, leaving you alone. You didn't know what to think. He was right, you were incapable of fighting. You were too scared, as soon as you saw blood or people being massacred, you couldn't help vomiting or rolling your eyes. Archery was easy. You were too far away to see the damage you were causing, which was easier for you, but being on the battlefield. No, you preferred not to think about it. Just thinking about it, your hands began to shake, your stomach twisted and your heart rate accelerated. You had to calm down. You sat on the ground, back against the low wall, curling up and clutching your bow as if your life depended on it. You were useless. You should never have come. You should have stayed in Ravensthorpe. You would have been discussed with Hytham to learn more about his culture or his knowledge or you would have walked around the camp to help with any task. You could even bear the presence of Randvi. You were abruptly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a hand land on your shoulder. You jumped looking at Eivor startled. What was he doing there? He had, however, gone to look for Ceolbert.

"Sister…"

"What are you doing here? And Ceolbert?" you ask.

"He's in a safe place," he said pulling off his cloak which he was draping over your shoulders. "What happened?"

"I… I shouldn't have come," you say, your throat tight. "I can't fight Eivor."

"You don't have to fight (Y/N). Sigurd and I fight for you."

"That's exactly the problem…"

"Sister… we'll get out of here. You'll go back to Tamworth to wait for us and stay there until Ceolwulf's coronation. After that, I promise you we'll go home."

You nodded slightly before standing up. You noticed that night had fallen and the city was ransacked and was half burnt. How long was it to elapse? Did you lose consciousness? It was quite possible. Eivor helped you down from the tower before leading you to his horse. The Wolf-Kissed informed Ivarr and Ceolbert that he was bringing you back to Tamworth Fortress. You put the hood on your head, hiding under your brother's cloak so that no one sees you. You were pathetic. One of your brothers was a Jarl and the other a drengr and you didn't humiliate them by being in a state of constant panic. Eivor set off, taking you back to Tamworth.

#ac valhalla ivarr #ac eivor #ac valhalla #assassin's creed #eivor wolfkissed #ivarr the boneless #ivarr x reader #sigurd #ubba ragnarsson #x reader

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I have more thoughts about ventus than one person should reasonably have about ventus and that means I have more little written notes and headcanons and aus with the boy than one person should reasonably have and since I’ve ALREADY made a myriad of posts about the headcanons part I am just going to fastball special a bunch of unfinished google docs into this post so that they stop Staring At Me alright okay WOO

i wanted to write something about ven and vani stuck in Sora’s heart for ten years and how they communicate by just. temporarily murdering each other and now it’s homestuck formatted

proto-horrorwolves snippet, so basically just a wayfinders werewolf au

When they had first brought Ven home -- well, they didn’t know his name then, he was sick and asleep and he didn’t turn back from fully shifted for weeks. The whoever-before had given him a tag, on his ear -- just a stud earring with a number on it, not a name. He said it was to be able to tell them apart, later, when he could say. It didn’t really register that the number wasn’t for neglect reasons, or even lack-of-a-name reasons, but it was for please-someone-who-am-I reasons and this-isn’t-my-body reasons, and it worked only as well as it could.

Anyways, when they had first carried him home from the middle of nowhere and dusted off the snow and laid him down on their threadbare college off-campus housing couch he stayed there and slept for so long they started to worry that they’d have to get someone else to look at him. Like a vet, if he didn’t turn back soon, however embarrassing that might be later. But they didn’t end up needing to, because one night on a Wednesday he adjusted himself on the couch to be more comfortable and the next day they found the soft thawed-out carrots and plain chicken they had put on a plate and left on the floor were nibbled at and the next day he picked his head up and actually looked at them. He seemed to be recovering from whatever-it-was at his own pace, slow and steady and wary.

Which was good, probably, because neither Terra nor Aqua really had any expertise with taking care of a very sick and injured dog (a sick werewolf, actually, which is way worse according to Aqua and it makes Terra whine at her), and they didn’t have a lot of money besides. All they had was patience and a small apartment with two bedrooms and a couch and a window they kept open just a little bit to smell the outdoors and a bit of love for a strange and broken kid-in-the-woods. And maybe that was all they needed, because it worked out just fine.

Terra didn’t have class on Fridays, but Aqua did, two of them in the morning, which sucked. No one should have class on Friday. As per routine, he ate breakfast with her, very gently scratched behind the kid wolf’s ears, and headed back to his desk in his room to get a headstart on homework before he had to go to work-work, which was only later than 6 am on Monday-Wednesday-Friday. Not his job to take care of any cows those days, he wasn’t full-time yet.

It was about three questions in to the statistics class he had to take because his ACT was a point short that Terra heard a soft shift from the living room, and a startlingly loud huff. Might’a been louder to him, on account of the inhuman hearing, but it was followed by a low growl, and another, much harsher huff of air. Terra abandoned the math questions with a start, nearly tripping over the wire between the doorway.

“You okay, bud?” Terra asked, and then startled again, because the couch was empty. And the couch was empty because there on the floor, sitting with his hands — hands! — splayed out and his chest heaving and his knees awkwardly up in a froggy sort of way sat a small, scruffy, dirty blonde boy, his back to Terra. As soon as Terra spoke, though, his head lifted and he looked at him with bright green and very very human eyes.

Terra gaped. “Oh,” he said, and then a little louder rounding the couch, “Oh!”

He forgot what personal space was for a second, and sat right down in front of the boy. The boy reeled back a little from it, a very canine motion with one of his hands up, but Terra didn’t realize he might have crossed a line until later. As it was, he ran a gentle hand through the boy’s unkempt hair and grinned at him. “You did it! You turned back!”

The boy opened his mouth and then closed it at the faint whispering croak that came out, and nodded instead, his expression cautiously open, but obviously proud of himself. As he should be!

It was pure tolerance and sleepiness that made the boy endure Terra’s gentle prodding around, something that definitely wouldn’t happen with Vanitas, but that’s a different story. He’d not got much on, the magic that facilitated the transformation letting you keep your clothes mostly, but it wasn’t really used to staying dormant for so long and ended up in scraps that kind of clung to him. He looked like he’d been roughed up beforehand too, still-healing scrapes along his bare shoulders and a concerning number of very neat and orderly scars on his chest, but Terra’s first thought was honestly just to take off the hoodie he was wearing and pop it over the boy’s head, because he looked a little cold and his shirt was nonexistent. The boy looked surprised, and wrinkled his nose at the new smell, but hugged it a little closer. He’d need better shorts, or something, too, maybe Terra would just steal a pair of Aqua’s. The hoodie was huge on his little stick limbs, Terra’s shorts would be immediately useless.

As he was inspecting, the boy was doing some inspecting of his own — eyes wide and searching around the living room that he could think about clearly now that he shifted back. He let Terra move him a little, but avoided leaving himself in the same spots, awkwardly trying not to be touched anyways. The hoodie was nice, though. Comforting, and warm.

The boy was young, Terra concluded, but didn’t have the scent of a youngling. He was immediately submissive to the adult in the room and as long as Terra had lived he’d always made sure everyone knew the hierarchy system was kind of bs but in this case it came in handy, for making sure the boy was alright and for making sure he wasn’t gonna start fighting the instant he got better. One of his slightly averted eyes was a little cloudy, and his blonde hair was almost a mullet at that point though it probably wasn’t meant to be. He had kind of knobby-knuckled hands that poked out of Terra’s sweater, long and small and a teenager. Not that much younger than him, but young.

Terra scruffed up his hair once more and refrained, barely, from giving a bear hug or something. “Oh, bud, we gotta tell Aqua. You did it!” he repeated, and pulled out his phone.

The boy cocked his head. “Wh… what,” he started, and then stopped. It was a little hard to remember the correct words, and how to make them with a person-mouth. He sounded wispy at best. Luckily, Terra could kind of guess, or at least fill the silence.

“I’m gonna text Aqua with this and tell her to come back home. She’s the other person who lives here,” Terra explained, and typed aqua come home rihgt now.

The reply was almost instant, and it made his phone bing because he kept it off silent, which startled the boy. He craned his neck to see better. I just got to sociology. Why?

hangon

As stealthily as he could with the boy watching his every move, Terra pointed the camera at him and took a picture, covering the speaker so the noise wasn’t so loud. It startled him again anyways, but only in a curiosity way. He looked a bit like a deer in the headlights on the screen, and Terra sent the image.

omg

Is that him???

I’m coming back right now.

The boy lifted a hand almost as if to paw at the phone, but put it down. Terra turned the screen around anyways, and the boy squinted at it, slowly mouthing out letters then words then stopping and restarting.

“She says she’s coming back,” Terra supplied. “She’ll be 20 minutes, probably.”

“H-her…” he motioned above his head a bit, his hands stuttering. “...blue?”

“Yes! Aqua has blue hair.”

The boy brightened at the implied praise. He should, Terra thought, probably figure out what the boy’s name is, so he can stop calling him boy. He may not even want to be ”boy” at all, Terra knew nothing about him other than how he was rather small and didn’t seem to remember how to read that well or speak with much more than a few raspy words. Whatever could have done that was still very worrisome, but Terra decided to take things one at a time, as he usually did.

…

horrorwolves again but this time! published auverse

Ansem Report 13 10/02/2006 - compiled events - phase end.

Subject I: terminated upon transformation.

Subject II: terminated upon transformation.

Subject III: terminated upon transformation.

Subject IV: terminated upon transformation.

Subject V: 132.5cm/sh, grey, blue o. Successful fusion (2). Terminated upon fusion (X).

Subject VI: 165cm/sh, black, yellow o. Successful fusion (7), minimal degradation. Unknown location.

Subject VII: 170.5cm/sh, white, green o. Successful fusion (5), severe degradation. Terminated upon fusion (VI). Unconfirmed.

Subject VIII: 138cm/sh, red, brown o. Terminated by VII.

Subject IX: 141cm/sh, brown, blue o. Terminated by VI.

Subject X: 186.5cm/sh, black, red o. Successful fusion (3), minimal degradation. Unknown location.

Subject X.i: terminated upon transformation.

Subject XI: 131cm/sh, black, blue o. Terminated by VI.

Subject XII: 172cm/sh, grey, brown o. Terminated upon fusion (X).

Subject XII.i: 172cm/sh, grey, green o. Terminated by XII.

Subject XIII: 163cm/sh, yellow, blue o. Successful fusion (4). Unknown location.

Subject XIII.i: 163cm/sh, black, blue o. Successful fusion (4). Unknown location.

Ansem Report 6 05/05/2006

Another experiment ended in failure due to unavoidable degradation of one subject’s mind and body. It seems to occur due to the “fusion pool”’s inability to tag attributes as belonging to one or another… with that in mind, is it truly unavoidable?

The failure of past subjects to retain their individual forms after separation can be remedied, theoretically, if both minds and bodies are exactly the same. Under better circumstances I would prefer to attempt this on human beings before attempting it on creatures already touched by Her light, as they’re far less predictable, and I would be remiss to lose everything as difficult as these. They are much more complicated than sheep, at the very least. But perhaps they will take to it better for the same reasons.

We have been given a secondary facility to accommodate our new work.

...

more small fun horrorwolves bits, and l o r e

“Are you new?”

“Yeah, um. Freshman.”

“That’s so cool!” Ven says, completely meaning it. He’s shuffling back and forth excitedly from foot to foot, a gesture that solidifies his wolf status to Riku — he knows that habit. He outgrew it years ago, when he was a puppy, and still had soft baby fur. Ven does not seem to care. “How come I didn’t see you out like, two weeks ago?”

Riku rubs the back of his neck, reluctant to give… honestly any information over, even though his internal danger meter is dropping rapidly the more he talks to Ventus. He doesn’t look like he’s prodding for weakness or anything. Though, that is what you’re supposed to avoid doing, when you prod for weakness. “I was inside,” Riku concedes.

“Inside?” Ven gapes. “No way! You could have come with us!”

“I didn’t know that,” Riku mutters.

“Oh yeah.” (Shoot better hearing he forgot about that) “Well, you know now! You should meet Terra! Here, I have to go to class, but hang on,” Ven says, and snatches Riku’s phone from where it was hanging limply in his hand, about a second away from going into sleep mode. Riku just blinks in stunned awkwardness until he finishes typing something, and pops the phone back into Riku’s palm./////

//// “We have chicken wings. Regular kind and barbecue.”

“Don’t bribe him, Ven.”

The Ven in question sidles up closer to Riku and whispers “And the good pizza. Not Little Caesars, we went to Pizza Hut.”

“Ventus.”

“Garlic saaaauce.”

Riku suppresses a snort. “I don’t want to be conspicuous. Or… intruding.”

/// “Yyyyes!” Ven yips, “Riku’s coming!!” ///

Oohhh I can just do three separate things abt werewolves

///// “Technically there’s no such thing as ‘light magic’,” Aqua starts. “Because it’s not magic at all. ‘Light magic’ relies on natural processes, mathematics, things that make sense when they happen. People found light magic centuries ago and called it medicine. There’s nothing magical about it. By contrast, dark magic is things happening that don’t make sense. Forcing things to exist, or not exist, breaking rules, turning iron into gold, things like that. It’s not a moral binary, either. The sun rules the light, and will burn crops that don’t get water because that’s what happens to plants without water. The moon rules the dark, and will keep plants alive for thousands of years simply because someone wants it to be. That’s… does that make sense?”

“I think so?” says Sora, and he flips the silver crown charm on his necklace to the other side of his mouth. “It’s just science and weird science.”

“More or less. I doubt you could call magic science, etymologically.”

“How does dark magic work, then? Can I just decide I want to live forever?”

“Dark magic relies on the abuse of the light. Tricking it into performing something else. It’s the moon that allows it to be blinded like that, in the first place, though no one actually knows how, since research is… thin, and not there yet. And hardly ever published, aside from individual scholars all discovering the same things,” Aqua says, pursing her lips. “It’s not unexplainable. It is undiscovered.”

:// “Lycanthropy is, as far as we know, a strain of magic that in itself has mutated to be more like a virus.” ///

“There are theories about why it is the moon that does this. Lots of people think it has something to do with being a reflection of light, some perversion of the ‘right’ way things work, but the important thing to know is if you aren’t careful, and you use dark magic too much, the sun will hurt you. As it is, you’re fine, it’s just more natural to be shifted at night.”

“Oh… wait! Is that why vampires melt in the sun??” Sora gasps.

“I’m amused but not surprised you went straight to vampires.”

“Am I right?”

Aqua taps her pencil to her mouth. “Technically yes — well. Yes and no. Vampires are just dark magicians who want more power than they can handle, so they kinda have to resort to things like purified blood and sleeping a lot. They can’t actually turn anyone else.”

Sora falls back in his seat. “Nuts.”

“Why is that a ‘nuts’? What were you planning?” Riku asks.

/////

“Ventus! Vanitas! Sit down!” Terra yells. Both wolves recoil at the force with which the command comes, and Ventus’ tail drops, but neither of them stop snarling at each other. All it takes is for Vanitas to raise his hackles again and they’re on each other in an instant, snapping and throwing each other across the floor. Terra growls in frustration, pulls a slight transformation over himself, and steps directly in between them. He gets Vanitas by the scruff first, and shoves Ventus backwards with one foot. As soon as their attention is half-him half-each other, Terra pours as much force as he can into his voice and snaps “Change!” They do, if in uncomfortable bursts. Like they’re fighting to be the last one still changed. Ventus shakes himself off as he comes out of it, panting, his hands gripping the carpet like his claws are still snagged. Vanitas writhes in Terra’s grip, and can only contort himself so much to re-establish furious eye contact with Ven and snarl another wordless challenge. Ventus jumps forwards, but Terra presses his foot harder into his shoulder where it ended up and he withdraws. The pure electricity in the air is making Riku nauseous.

//////// “Ven,” Terra says, firmly, “I’m not budging on this.” Ventus glares, silently challenging him. Terra huffs and returns the challenge, and it almost immediately makes Ventus avert his stare and turn away, his pout deepening. “Fine,” he mutters. “Thank you.” Ventus practically stomps over to Riku, seething. On the way past, he snags Riku’s sleeve, and Vanitas gets snagged by Terra and pulled into the opposite room. Once they’re out of each others’ range, Ventus lets out a breath and scrubs at his eyes. Riku nudges the door half-closed so they don’t hear Terra and Vanitas’ conversation. “What was that? I’ve never seen you mad at anything.” Ventus snorts, his hand briefly recoiling at a bloody scratch near his temple. He scowls at it and wipes his hand viciously on his pants. “He’s annoying.” “Okay, but so is Demyx, and you haven’t attacked him. What’s it really?” Riku asks. Ventus growls, and cuts himself short with a stuttered sigh as he realizes it doesn’t quite work the same with a human throat. “…You know how you and Sora are?” He asks. Riku nods. “It’s kind of like that. You guys are equals and partners and you get along great. But we’re totally equal and it makes me mad. It feels itchy. And he knows it makes me mad! /////

giving ven a hard time by tossing him in the phantom pain zone

Terra cracks open the door and peeks in. It’s still almost totally dark, the blinds flipped all the way upward to banish light to the ceiling. The intrusion sends a long beam of hallway-light over a curled-up figure in bed, who makes a distressed noise and curls up further, blocking his eyes with his elbows.

Terra quickly steps in and shuts the door again, returning the room to its comfortable half-dark. Ven doesn’t talk to him further.

“You okay?” Terra prompts. Ven makes a “hmm.” noise, one that means he doesn’t want to say he isn’t, but he isn’t.

“D’you feel sick?”

He makes the noise again, smaller. Terra kneels, and gently pushes Ven’s hand away from his forehead to feel it. One of them in a fist, the other tangled in his hair. He’s hot, almost feverish, but not in the sticky-warm way he’s used to meaning sick. Ven lets the air in his lungs out through his teeth in an uneven shudder, and Terra notices — he’s shaking. And very, very tense.

Terra’s expression dips further into worry. “Something hurt?”

“Yes,” Ven hisses, digging his nails further into pressure-white palms. Terra is taken aback by how short he sounds. He’s never short-tempered, or angry with them. He’s always bubbly and lax, even when something goes wrong — and he’s almost glaring at him, through his forearms. His eyes are watery, and despite the glare, they don’t quite seem to focus.

Terra lowers his voice. “D’you have a migraine? I get those, sometimes. I can get you some medicine.”

Ven starts to shake his head, and then winces and brings his knees closer to his body. “‘S not… I don’t think so,” he rasps.

He doesn’t elaborate. Thinking in more than one sentence at a time, or more than one thought at a time, is fuzzy and wobbly and painful again, like how it was when he started training under Master Eraqus, but more frustrating. He can come across words fine. He can process what hurt feels like, and what it means. It’s just — nasty, and hot and tight and he doesn’t like it very much. Terra asks “Where does it hurt, then?” and Ventus has to keep from snapping at him for the stupid, inane, perfectly normal he’s concerned about you he wants to help question.

“Everywhere,” Ven says. Terra furrows his eyebrows, he needs to be more specific. Ven uncurls one hand from its fist and gestures vaguely at his chest. He means to say “here”, but it comes out as a whine.

“You wanna get the Master to look at it?”

“No.” Ven does snap, this time. Which is ridiculous, because yes he wants it to go away please fix it make it stop but just because that means more people in his room and the Master seeing him weak and useless seeing him like this and because Terra is asking and that’s— that’s too many thoughts again, that’s— The awkward conflict sends another wave of fuzzy-static-pain echoing like a gunshot from his heart, and he squeezes his eyes shut to ride it out.

Terra’s hand is smoothing his hair back from his forehead. He thinks. And then doesn’t think, because it really hurts, like someone is yanking half of his heart out, and it’s just scaring the rest of him into hurting too just to disperse the load. He thinks Terra says something like “I’m going to get help,” which, once it registers, sends a soft rush of relief through him. His breath still catches, but that’s good. That Terra doesn’t listen to him. Ventus pulls the blanket up over his head and waits.

//it turns out — he hears this through static and his heartbeat and three voices, not two — it’s just a kind of phantom pain. From whatever happened to him, like he had lost a limb or something. And it’ll go away, but it might come back. If he were more awake, he might be relieved at the fact that there’s nothing new wrong or that it’ll go away on its own, or maybe even angrier that it’ll come back and he didn’t do anything wrong to earn it. Maybe not. But at that moment, Ventus just wants Aqua to close the door. It’s barely open, but the hallway light is on. He just really wants her to close the door. ///

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riku takes over some dreameater duties for sora's heartmates, too

Riku does not sleep easy, in the year that Sora is gone.

When he doesn’t, he stays up, tapping at a screen for hints hidden in his data (it’s a stretch, but he’s stretched thin). When he does, he searches for hints of him in the dream realms. There are many, many sleeping realms even outside the sleeping worlds, and he never has normal dreams anymore, anyways. So, it may be more accurate to say that Riku does not sleep, in the year Sora is gone.

He may not be the only one.

Ventus, Terra and Aqua come back from the Realm of Darkness every few weeks. Aqua was insistent they take breaks from it, and no one was going to argue her. When they do come back, sometimes they take time to catch up with the rest of the Realm of Light, and sometimes they take time to be together in the Land of Departure, on their own. They’ve invited Riku over more than once, and he’s grateful for it, because despite taking him away from the computer, it gives him a little room to breathe. He has his own guest room, and the kitchen, though more manual than Sora made the Tower’s, still has good morning food tailored to his favorites. Aqua’s been working on that.

(Sometimes he can sense their nightmares — just on the edges of his consciousness, while he wanders.)

Ven usually wakes up last, and skips into the kitchen to take whatever it’ll give him. This morning, and the last, and the one before that, to be honest, he wakes up late and stumbles into the kitchen rubbing at his eyes and yawning.

It’s worse this morning. Riku’s been slowly eating away at a bagel and a mug of coffee for the past hour, reading a book Aqua recommended to him about realms and reality. Ven is only given away down the stairs behind him because he squeaks when he yawns, the rest of him is silent as he pads into the kitchen and stands at the counter. The castle seems to take pity on him and rustles the basket of croissants for his attention, which he gives by taking one and stuffing it in his mouth and leaving it there.

“Didn’t sleep well..?” Riku asks.

Ven startles just a touch. “Hmph? Oh, not really.” He gives Riku a half-wince smile. “Couldn’t fall asleep at all! I’m okay though.”

/// u see like snippets of Roxy and Xion and they’re also tired :( but that’s later uhhhhh frnow…. “No,” Ven mutters, stopping and switching directions mid-step. He runs towards the houses — “No, no…” Runs his hand through his hair, switches directions, stops. Riku can feel his mounting distress. So, a dream where he’s lost, or maybe where he can’t find something important. Not a terrible nightmare, but a distressing one nonetheless — so why was it strong enough that Riku could feel it?

“Hey,” Riku tries. “Ventus.”

He doesn’t respond, stuttering to a halt and turning around again, letting out a shaky breath. “That’s not right,” he whispers.

It must be a larger nightmare. Or maybe since it’s leaving him idle, it’s at a lull in its dream, distracted somewhere…

Riku turns away to sniff out the source. Nightmares have a distinct, almost dark smell, but it’s never strong enough to be immediately obvious. He has to search, and to do that he has to follow the layered cobblestone paths Ven’s subconscious has littered all over the place like confetti. It’s not a maze, it’s just… a lot of pathways. Riku finds himself searching for a while before it reveals itself.

There it is. Under the bridge, a strange-looking Skelterwild is preening itself and pulling bits of the nightmare bubble it had crafted back and forth, like a toy. It’s a little… gooier than the nightmares tended to be with Sora, but it doesn’t look anything special.

Riku edges closer. It looks like it’s just the one, if he remembers anything about nightmare packs and how solitary the really big ones usually are. He can definitely take it.

It turns away, and Riku lunges.

For a big dinosaur spirit, it comes apart pretty easily — claws lodged between its armor plating wrench one of its legs free from its body, the resulting thrash nearly sending Riku into the underside of the bridge. It howls at him, a rattling garbage disposal sound more than anything, and Riku sneers right back. He dodges its jaws neatly, and rams his keyblade right into the thin part of its neck. The skelterwild makes one last screech loud enough that Riku hopes Ventus didn’t hear, and collapses into three separate pieces of dissolving nightmare.

Riku dismisses Braveheart and finds himself with a small smile playing across his face. He had missed this — doing his job, fulfilling some sort of innate purpose he wasn’t aware he was longing for. Sora has always just filled in pieces of him that he wasn’t aware were missing pieces until the puzzle got scattered. In losing Sora, his purpose had become the same way, scattered, in more ways than one, apparently. Riku’s smile falters a little. This puzzle piece wasn’t the right color, or even perfectly shaped, but… it fit well enough.

The skelterwild left a small assortment of pieces behind — most notably a few shuddering wild fantasies among the slowly-fading nightmare essence. Riku had decided a long while ago that he’d call it “essence”, because it’s not meat and it’s not melty corpse or spirit clouds or anything, it’s just the left behind base form of nightmares whatever shape they take and it also smells and tastes very very good and if he ever has to explain that whole dream eater phenomenon to anyone who isn’t either Bumpis the meow wow (constant thief of perfectly good food) or Sora himself, essence is the word he’s calculated to have the least amount of follow-up.

In any case he usually likes the bigger nightmares, they tend to leave more behind and have more of a form in the first place, like the fruit bits in a marmalade rather than just the jam runoff at the top. Riku runs his tongue along his fingernails, contemplating the value of taking those dream pieces, and paws through the remaining nightmare essence to swipe up a bit more of a reward. He’s not particularly hungry, and he’s maybe a little self conscious about eating someone else’s nightmares.

(He notices Ven’s nightmare tastes a little less sickly-sweet and a little more sharp, like if freezer burn was mildly pleasant. He would liken it to mint, if it had a physical flavor.)

Almost like a computer powering down, the odd building-stones that surround them start to grey in color — the nightmare is fading. If he’s right, they should just fade into something nicer like a day at the market, or a puppy convention, or another one of Sora’s dreams he had laughed and rolled his eyes at.

Or, y’know, they could suddenly start disappearing altogether and send things sailing into the void.

Iiiiincluding Ventus.

Riku, having very little time to think about this, scrambles out from under the bridge as it too falls apart at the seams (the wrong ones, not stone by stone, but scrap by scrap ripped off a magazine spread). He spreads his wings, hoping the transformation lasts a little longer, and zips past dissolving flowers and flyers and scoops up Ven in one swift movement.

Ven lets out a little squeak of horror at the sudden jolt to a stop and subsequent momentum upwards, and buries his head in his jacket. Riku keeps going up, because that’s the easiest way to move away from the collapsing nightmare, and eventually new ground will form below them.

Unless it doesn’t. Maybe he should interfere a little bit more, make sure the next dream is nice…

As suddenly and gently as the void disappears below him, a soft expanse of sand appears where it fades away, and Riku stops flying and lets himself drift slowly to the ground, familiar palm trees placing him exactly where he exists in memory. It looks like Ven’s been here too, sometime, seeing as the basic structure of the dream is his, Riku’s just the guiding force keeping the dock where it should be.

He didn’t come here on purpose, really, it’s just been on his mind. But it’s a safe place. And maybe kind of familiar enough to keep him sustained for the rest of the night.

Ven, for his part, falls out of Riku’s arms with a whoop!, right on top of what probably used to be a silly sand sculpture. He jumps off immediately, mortified, and then sullen when he apparently realizes what he did.

“Ugh,” Ven pouts, and kicks at the scattered lump of sand. “Now I have to build this thing all over again.”

“…A sandcastle?” Riku asks.

“No, if I’m gonna find experiment 626 again, I need a ship. I’m trying out different materials since my old one blew up.” He kneels, and starts scooping sand back into a neat pile.

Riku’s not a stranger to how dream logic works, though it’s not really that much easier to follow now than it was the first time Sora changed topics on a dime. “Good luck, then,” he says, and turns to leave. And then… turns back around, and after a moment of hesitation: “Can I help with anything?”

Ven leans back and flips his head up, thinking. He’s in a pair of shorts, now, though the rest of his outfit hasn’t caught up, and the contrast is funny-looking. “Ummm… could you see if there’s glue anywhere?”

“Glue… for sand?”

“Yeah! To make it stronger.”

“Alright.”

“Thanks, Riku!”

There’s not going to be glue anywhere else on the island, but that was a dismissal good enough for Riku to be sure Ven wasn’t still caught on the edges of a true nightmare. The dream is already kind of fuzzing and blurring into thought-shift cotton.

But just to be doubly sure. Riku pulls and twirls the dream between his fingers, weaving it just a little brighter, a little sweeter. He’s not sure exactly what he’s doing to the dream itself, but Ventus deserves something nice after visiting the realm of darkness for as long as he had. The memories it leaves are not usually kind.

Riku leaves once he hears a familiar peal of laughter come from behind him somewhere — and had he turned around, the sight of Ven in full-on vacation clothes and sunglasses holding a little blue alien thing right up to Terra’s face might have made him stay just for the atmosphere of it.

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crash lands vanitas and ven on lilo and stitch GET STITCH PARALLELLED (this is just a silly script i was going to make into a comic but started to prose it)

Ventus and Vanitas are hurtling through gummispace at very high speeds, and what exactly got them into this situation is a blur of scuffling and curses and chasing each other down not to make a giant sword this time but not not make a giant sword if it means getting the stuff you took back, but that doesn’t particularly matter, because hurtling through gummispace at very high speeds tends to overrule everything else.

And as such, neither of them notice that they’re hurtling through gummispace at very high speeds towards a world they’re going to collide with if they don’t cut it out. Which they do not, obviously.

The first indication that something is wrong is the sudden introduction of gravity. See, the keyblade gliders can go very high, but it’s not like the pilot can just ignore gravity. You have to be very skilled in order to fly one without crashing.

No one is piloting.

/////////the glider screeches thru space with ven and vani practically wrestling over it it careens off course Poff! Through the clouds, and at this point ven realizes he’s going to Crash and kicks at vani to get back on top, but vani grabs vens feet sending the whole thing spinning head over tail until it makes a gloriously comedic CRASH right into a patch of palm trees on the beach we see vanitas eat sand as he lands in an awkward somersault on his face hb HGBPRHHWHTH. PHEH. PTH. eugh. vanitas looks around and sees… pretty much hawaii, but he doesn’t know that. A street by the beach, houses behind fences and plants and palm trees, sand and rocks, a couple people walking where they can’t really see them, a hen strutting by. he also sees ven laying down next to a pretty large rock in the sand with his helmet knocked off. seeing that that’s his priority right now, he puts his helmet on and strides over to him ventus? hey. ventus. (Kick. Kick. Kick kick kick kick kick SAND THROWN IN FACE.) ACK. hgwhrtynbghmmhhh. what. no, never mind. wake up. you crashed us on another world, idiot, I don’t sense anything. Get us out of here. mheadh hurts. goway (Exasperated) Just use cure. Esuna , whatever, eat a gummy bear. Fix it. (vanitas cannot do either of these things and do you think he carries potions bc I don’t) mm. … (ven is just grasping at the air repeatedly) what are you doing itwont … mmm. (Hisses) You can’t summon your keyblade?!! Then how are— i know. ijudgnmth…. …be less loud. vanitas, a little concerned that he’s broken and therefore he’s stuck in hawaii forever until someone comes to find him and probably kill him, starts poking around at ventus. But before he can find anything, a voice offscreen goes HEY hm HEY!!!! hm stitch launches himself at vanitas’ face. ACKHBPTJ he drags him off and stands there holding him by the scruff but meanwhile stitch realizes venven is here and sproings away off of vanitas face again venven!!!! ……..626? whatreeyou doing here? (garbled stitch noises) whoa … (garbled stitch noises) (incomprehensible slurred ventus speech) (vanitas is losing his marbles)

You didn’t answer my question. (vanitas startles and whips around and summons his keyblade. Lilo is standing there precociously.) Are you aliens? Are we… what?! You fell from the sky on a spaceship. Plus you look weird and alien-y. Where’s your face? (Offended) I do not— How are you talking? yanks off his helmet. Who are you? It’s alright. I know a lot of aliens. Are you bad guys???? On the run from the government????????? The What? you kind of look like weird tourists, actually Vanitas picks her up so she stops circling him and poking at him. That’s enough. Hey! HRRRRRRRH (stitch noise) vanitasknnock it off. ven turns over to see what’s going on but there’s Sun this way, so he groans and covers his eyes is he okay? He’s fine. We’re fine. Leave us alone, we’re not aliens. he doesn’t LOOK okay. You should come back to my house before the government finds you. The govermen aren’t looking for us . I’m gonna go get my sister. Guard him. HRRRRRH. ……?!!!

… vani: what Are you supposed to be name stitch. oh. Uh… I’m not telling you my name. Ven… friend? No. (Alien muttering) ……… ……(uncomfortable)...... …….(a scrapper pops up)

/////Who are you? I am the darkn- look, it doesn’t matter. When is he supposed to wake up?

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an au where riku is a youtuber and also owns eight cats? i dunno what this one is theyre cats though

Hey! So um, my last video got super popular for no reason, but a lot of you guys were asking who the kitties were in the background. So. Let me introduce you all to my cats! I have eight cats. All of them are rescues. I didn’t mean to get eight cats, this just happened to me. This is Sora. He’s the first cat I found and the cat from the last video, and he’s the love of my life. He likes to sleep on top of my head. He’s the king of the house, not because he’s the oldest or anything but because when he wants to do something stupid he’ll get everyone else to do it with him. I found him as a little teeny baby behind my house. He walked into my house, I did not invite him, he decided he wanted to live here first. This is Kairi, she’s my second. I found her as a kitten under a boardwalk and she nearly took my finger off for touching her, but her secret is if you scratch right behind her ears she purrs like a motor. She’s a very quiet kitty, but she only likes crunchy kicky toys, so I can tell when she’s playing. She and Sora will play this game where they sing in the hallway and whoever is louder gets to start chasing the other one. This is Ven! He’s the oldest I think, but not by very much. He likes to investigate the camera whenever I film—(muffled sniffing) AHEM. I dunno if you saw but one of his eyes is clouded? He’s half blind, but he’s the one who jumps at me from the top of the cupboards, so it doesn’t seem to bother him. He’s very sweet, he is always grooming the other cats. I think he knows he’s the big brother. He also gets the zoomies every night at 11 pm so. This one is Vanitas. (MRAAAOW) He’s always tagging along with Ven, and (MRAH) he likes to yell at the camera whenever I film. He is the rowdiest and the worst (MAH) influence. He’s got a cute little nub tail, but he doesn’t like people touching it. I found both of these guys on the freeway at like 2 am, Ven had been… hit, we think, and Vanitas was really sick. He was doing okay enough to bite me though. We took them to the vet and everything and Ven was mostly ok, just super scared of me and really weak, but Van had to have his tail amputated and surgery for his intestines along with all the mange and he haaated me for nearly a month. I was scared I’d have to release him for being too feral. He’s super food motivated, though, so that made him warming up to me like this easier. Ow. Van This is Roxas! The one sleeping next to him is Xion. I actually fostered both of them before just flat out adopting them, they came out of a house fire, they had been living in the garage. You see here, Roxas has burns all on his paw pads… they’re healing pretty slowly. When he first came home he couldn’t walk on them, we had these cute little casts that he toddled around on. He’s a pretty small cat compared to some of the other male cats, but he’s got a very big attitude, if I’m doing something he doesn’t like, he will tell me. Very calm most of the time, though. If I open a tuna can his eyes go so big. Xion is even more mellow until you bring out the feather toys, which she loves playing with. She’s also really curious, so if I’m making myself a snack, she’s on the counter with Vanitas trying to see what my snack is all about. Sometimes I catch her trying to do the human things I do to get her own snack? It’s very cute. If you look — oops. Roxy didn’t like me doing that. But if you look at Xion’s fur she’s mostly black except a stripe down her tummy. She didn’t get quite so badly burned, but her fur was very singed for a while. This is Namine! She’s very pretty, and she has a very pretty voice, do you want to say something for the camera? mrrrh? yeeahh. Anyways, she was actually a show cat, or she was going to be. But her previous owner had some legal trouble and had to surrender her. She’s very shy,////////

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sprawl thing

But first SECTOR SEVEN’S MOST WANTED

You shuffle through the photos in the box. There’s a good amount of them, not award-worthy, more like a beginners scrapbook. Some of these are a little thicker — they’re videos. You grab one at random and press play.

sora: Vanitas!! How does it feel being wanted for a million billion credits on the black market Well it’s nice to be wanted. Vanitaaaas :( Vanitaaaaaaaaa Sora get- SORA I am cutting FISH

Ven how does it feel being the only outside source on Unity in the whole universe probably! Kind of terrifying why You should be used to it. You’ve always been a hot commodity :] ….,(shoves camera)

(Roxas is in the aftermath of his own explosion accident) Roxas how does it feel being smarter than everyone in this room If I wasn’t here you’d all die We sure would

Xion (in tideweather;s hangar) how did it feel stealing this from the government Ballin’ You heard it here folks the law doesn’t apply to me if I have an eighteen foot flying tank!!!!!

Sora how does it feel being the only one able to make mom’s pancakes without burning them (those pancakes are of the DEVIL) Pretty gooooood. :]

That must be from later. In the story, at least. Vanitas looks… less murderous than you expected.

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vanitas spooks even lol

There’s a knock on the door, but no person at it. Even squints, slowly putting down his paper file folders, and then leans forward a little off his desk to peer around the corner. He’s about to write it off when he glances to the right, and finds a dark shape a little too close for comfort.

He jumps backwards, startled, and squints harder. Vanitas just stands there looking unimpressed.

“Goodness!” Even barks. “A little warning would have been prudent.”

“I knocked.”

“You ding-dong ditched my laboratory,” Even grouses, ignoring the way Vanitas’ head cocks to the side. “Nevermind that. Did you need something?”

Vanitas kicks his heel against the ground. “Yeah, apparently you’re not supposed to grab hot pans without a mitten or something. It didn’t even hurt, but I guess it should have. Xion thinks it’s a replica thing and made me come.”

Were they cooking? Even’s first thought is wondering if they were cooking, and how much of the kitchen had burned down already. Though, his second is a mix of confusion and concern.

“Well, that can’t be it. I’ve input the same amount of nervous system data into each of the replicas, and they are perfectly tactile.”

“Nervous what? I don’t want that.”

“Nervous system. The process in your body that lets you feel when you touch physical objects. The — you should not be picking up hot pans without mitts,” Even sighs.

“Why?”

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i think thats it this post is too long already HFGEJHK

#sorry most of these ven has a Debatably Not Good time HGJFSYGGF im bullying him. and also giving him a kiss on the head #my writing #kh #kh ventus #AND OTHERS #kh vanitas #hes here often #wayfinders and riku show up #horrorwolves #sprawl au #theres uhhhhhh...... i dont think ill tag them they can hang out #i have One fic thats CLOSE to being done but isnt done about sora and ven going to rapunzel's wedding and i want to finish that

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From: The Moon, Wolf, and Rabbit

It didn’t seem as if time was even moving inside of the Tsumi’s study, Cassie—after finding nothing of note in the room—asked him something.

“How long have we been in here?”

“Probably a few hours by now. I’m sure it’s nighttime.”

Cassie sighed. “Then I guess I need to head home. I don’t want my parents worrying something happened.” Cassie paused. “Speaking of that, what about you? Didn’t you have work today?”

“I did, but I actually quit.”

“What? Why?”

“Would you really want some deity checking out a book for you?”

“I would assume I wouldn’t know.”

Tsumi chuckled. “I’m kidding. I really quit because there’s no need for me to work a job anymore.”

“What about food or money? How are you gonna do anything anymore?”

He smiled. “I know you have to get home, but mind if I show you one last thing?”

She shrugged. “I guess, what is it?”

“The answer to your question.”

He took her hand and even though Cassie wasn’t sure why he kept doing that, she made no effort to tell him to stop. She was guided to the strange door she noticed when they arrived. Thinking it was decorative, she ignored it; but Tsumi brought her to the door and opened it.

If Cassie could explain what she expected to see, it wouldn’t have been anything like the sight before her. Not even in the shows she indulged herself in had a location quite like this one. It was an ambient room with soft lighting from a moon lamp hanging from the ceiling. The roof of the large room had other astrological figures; the one she recognized was the Libra symbol.

As they went further into the room, what appeared to be star dust filtered through the air. In the large room there was a couch with a big table right in front of it, along with a few items scattered on the table the room appeared immensely cozy. Above them was a short staircase that seemed to lead to a nook Cassie couldn’t see all the way inside.

Her amazement got the better of her and she once more took in the room, losing herself in its appearance. Tsumi watched her like he did before finding her interest entertaining to watch.

“This place is apparently where I lived at one point. I believe you and the mysterious boy we have yet to meet may also have something like this.”

Cassie scoffed. “Like a family home or something?” She mumbled to herself. “I can’t believe that. Why wouldn’t my family know about it?”

“Like I said, we’re not actually blood related to our past selves. As far as I found, my past self didn’t have children.”

“Then maybe someone in my past did. It just doesn’t make much sense that we’re related to our past selves, but we’re actually them. Almost like some kind of broken reincarnation.”

“Or a rewrite?”

She looked at Tsumi’s, taking in his point. “Yeah, that is the only way this would make sense.”

“If that is the case, then it makes sense why my past self felt I was different. That things would turn out differently.”

Cassie crossed her arms. “I still can’t get over this. It’ll never make much sense that any of this is real.” Cassie looked around. “But I guess it is.”

Tsumi chuckled at her and stepped closer to her. “You know how I like to view it? I like to say this was inevitable, but we were blissfully unaware of it. However, the world knew we had something to do with one another and stuck us together somehow.”

“Sounds like some kind of video game.”

“I know. Hard to believe that stuff could be based in some kind of reality.” Tsumi promptly moved on. “But, I’ll take you home now.”

“Oh, if you quit your job, did you move out of your place?”

“Yes, I did. Again, I had no need for it. Especially when I have this place.”

Cassie looked off. “Then how are we supposed to meet?”

He looked at her and grew a look of fondness. “Don’t worry about that. I can find you anywhere you are in the world and if you ever want to find me, it’s as simple as just calling me.”

They stared at each other, and Cassie still couldn’t adjust to the way Tsumi was now. His behavior was something vastly off from his normal and while she wouldn’t say she hated it; she didn’t really know how to respond to this version of himself. She wanted to say something, but she kept it to herself—like always—and instead just nodded to him.

“Alright, that’s simple enough.”

“Right, then let’s get you home.”

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morbidist · 10 months

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#WANTED PLOTS. A WISHLIST FOR LOUIS DEGARMO.

louis, out wandering early into the morning, hears the beginnings of a fight and out of sheer curiosity goes to investigate. when he finds your muse being assaulted by two assholes, he steps in. he could just knock them out or kill them outright, but he picks a fight with them instead. it’s more fun this way, but by the time he’s done, they're both in bloodied, dismembered heaps on the pavement & he’s got blood dripping down his chin onto his shirt & uh oh! your muse saw the entire thing. depending on their reaction, he has to either convince them (by way of threats, probably) or incapacitate them long enough for him to take them to his home upstate [*thread dependent]. because he can’t possibly let them start telling everyone about the monster in town. well, he could, because who would believe them anyway? but it’s more fun this way...

louis happens upon a newly turned werewolf or vampire and has to help them: a) learn how to come to terms with the fact that they aren’t human, and/or b) learn to exist in a world full of hunters with skills that far surpass their own.

give me that one plot where your muse spends years seeking out supernatural creatures because they want to be turned. they don’t want humanity anymore and they’re wholeheartedly willing to give it up. they’re “lucky” enough to find louis–and now they have to convince him to turn them. of course, he’s going to be an asshole about it and really make them jump through hoops. or, another option: they find louis and see how he is, how indiscriminately he kills, how brutal he can be. suddenly they’re not so sure about giving up their humanity. for a darker twist, maybe louis isn’t so happy about them changing their minds; they’ve wasted his time so now he’s going to make them pay for it.

after hiring your muse to be a private tutor for some subject he’s suddenly got an interest in, meetings always take place at louis' home upstate [*thread dependent]. things start to get eerie for them when they start to pick up on all these strange things about louis and his unusual personality, his weird hybrid-related quirks. he can pick up on their growing unease straight away, but he doesn’t mention it; he keeps things cordial, just smiling through it. three weeks later, they get the courage to confront him about it and demand the truth. bonus points if they end up being from a hunter family... can you imagine the angst?!

give me louis + hunter plots!!! all of them!!!!!

a specific hunter-esque plot: some twenty years ago, louis took a young orphan child under his wing (he does nice things every couple of years!). he cared for them while they couldn’t & taught them to hunt wildlife and defend themselves against both animals and people. they parted ways while the kid was still relatively young, but old enough and smart enough to care for themselves. flash-forward to now, when louis is running as a wolf in his woods and here they are, all grown up with a crossbow aimed at louis' heart.

also give me one-sided relationships where louis is the one being taken advantage of; a witch who isn’t afraid to use his love for them to their advantage, one who only tolerates his presence because of the things he does for them, etc.

another witchy plot (we love our witches here) where louis unexpectedly comes across a scent that reminds him of dahlia, his creator. he’s completely thrown and just freezes up for a few minutes because he hasn’t come across a scent like that in hundreds of years—and for it to be so alike is insane on its own. as insane as anything in his world can be. apparently, dahlia has a distant ancestor that louis wasn’t aware of. give me an awkward, hesitant first meeting and eventual bonding! also: maybe they don’t yet know they’re a witch, so louis has to break it to them. *this one requires some plotting, as dahlia is very close to my heart.

found family plots!! family dynamics!! please. i want close connections and louis to struggle with them; i want new people coming into his life and reminding him of the past; i want new relationships that challenge what he knows of love and allow him to learn new, better ways of expressing it... i want him to learn how to love someone again after being alone for so long!!

give me... louis + human ships!! platonic or romantic; they're always tragic.

#wishlist: wanted plots.

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Day 7: Dewayo

(Two person dialogue? In a prompt entry? Yep. So I knew that when this came up I had to do something with the strange rivalry between this guy and the Snallygaster. I mean what other cryptids literally have a rivalry like they're pokemon? I don't actually know where Umbra and Gloom came from, I think it was just a stroke of imagination. Either that or I need to stop staring into the dark parts of my room.)

Hello everyone and welcome back to the Corner! Your one stop shop for all things news and where we find all the best stories, right from the places you never think to check! This is Umbra and this is my partner Gloom. We’re here with the latest lead on an old story. Tell me Gloom, what can you tell me about the Dwayyo and the Snallygaster? Well Umbra, from my time in the shadows that they are some of the greatest rivals you’ll ever know. Bigger than Kennedy and Khrushchev, tougher than Grant and Lee, meaner than Hamilton and Burr. Lemme tell you folks, their fights are legendary. Not to mention they’ve never had a decisive winner!

No! Yes indeed Umbra! My time in the seams in between observing them has shown me that not once have either of them won a clean victory. They either beat themselves up too much to declare a victor or they spill onto someone else’s territory and they have to bail. But we’ve got something big for you folks tonight. Everyone knows how the fights go, but no one has ever had any idea how they began at all.

Everyone loves a good origin story. So we took it upon ourselves to do what we do best. Me and Gloom here managed to interview both of them during their rare moments of rest. I had to catch Mr. Dwayyo here from the twilight behind a tree. You’re saying that like you had a harder time! I had to get the Snallygaster from the shadow casted by a pebble by a fire! Do you know how hard it is to squeeze through such a tight place? We probably shouldn’t bicker, lest we get locked in eternal combat like our interviewees here. Now then, comparing our testimonies led to a very interesting story. Gloom, would you care to set the stage? Picture the scene: Rural Maryland, the 1740s. A cavalcade of German immigrants come to the wonderland that is the United States. All they’re looking for is a better life in the wild and untamed frontier. But it wasn’t nature that they needed to fear. For they brought their own monsters with them. Snallygaster actually came first. He said he was born out of the fears of those people, of the wilderness, of the natives, of just plain being far away from home. In fact, according to his testimony, he used to be a monster made up by the parents to get the kids to not wander into the forest. Soon enough however, their fear grew and grew and grew until it became the trees soon heard the howls of the mythical horror they had unleashed.

In comes in the Dwayyo. Unlike our friend Snallygaster, he had a more solid origin. He actually used to be a werewolf. Cursed since the days back in Germany, he escaped to the US to become less of a threat to people. But when the Snallygaster started picking off livestock, especially the human kind, that’s when he decided to do something. He made a deal with a devil to fully transform into a wolf monster so he would always be able to protect his people from the Snallygaster. Ever since then he’s been fighting the Snallygaster to make sure that no one else would be hurt or scared by the beast.

There you have it folks, the Dwayyo vs the Snallygaster. Almost a mythic tale of hero vs monster, although in this case the hero became a monster himself. They kinda remind me of us y’know? Doing the dirty work away from the eyes of the masses.

Although I doubt shadow people like us would do well in a fight.

Aw come on Gloom, don’t be such a downer. Give me some gloves and a ring and I could knock anyone out.

Umbra, you do realize shadow boxing isn’t literal.

Well folks, I think that’s all the time we have today! Tune in next week for another scoop from the shadows. I’m Umbra.

And I’m Gloom.

Come by the Corner soon!

#writing #creative writing #prompt list #writeblr #cryptidinjuly #cryptidinjuly2023 #cryptid #dwayyo #dewayo #snallygaster #shadow people #demon #they kind count #news story #unreality

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sacrialege-archive · 8 months

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plot wishlist for louis degarmo.

louis, out wandering early into the morning, hears the beginnings of a fight and out of sheer curiosity goes to investigate. when he finds your muse being assaulted by two assholes, he steps in. he could just knock them out or kill them outright, but he picks a fight with them instead. it’s more fun this way, but by the time he’s done, they're both in bloodied, dismembered heaps on the pavement & he’s got blood dripping down his chin onto his shirt & uh oh! your muse saw the entire thing. depending on their reaction, he has to either convince them (by way of threats, probably) or incapacitate them long enough for him to take them to his home upstate. because he can’t possibly let them start telling everyone about the monster in town. well, he could, because who would believe them anyway? but it’s more fun this way...

after hiring your muse to be a private tutor for some subject he’s suddenly got an interest in, meetings always take place at louis' home upstate. things start to get eerie for them when they start to pick up on all these strange things about louis and his unusual personality, his weird hybrid-related quirks. he can pick up on their growing unease straight away, but he doesn’t mention it; he keeps things cordial, just smiling through it. three weeks later, they get the courage to confront him about it and demand the truth. bonus points if they end up being from a hunter family... can you imagine the angst?!

give me louis + hunter plots!!! all of them!!!!!

witches!! give me all the witches!!! louis loves witches so give me one that hates his guts and can’t stand him, but he still shows up unexpectedly with that one thing they need but don’t have. “stop coming here, i told you—you aren’t welcome. i’ll set you on fire.” — “but wait, i brought this thing for you.” and the entire dynamic is just louis hardcore adoring them while they can’t stand him. also give me one-sided relationships where louis is the one being taken advantage of; a witch who isn’t afraid to use his love for them to their advantage, one who only tolerates his presence because of the things he does for them.

#wishlist.#wishlist: louis degarmo.

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ungojirasapiente · 1 year

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Motherhood (an Ice Scream one-shot)

Another cold day in Iceberg Isle, the inhabitants of the village where going on about their daily lives, fishing, chatting with each other, the kids were playing around, making snowballs and throwing them amongst themselves, making snowmen, the usual day-to-day experience. Yukisada had come from a quick trip to the only market in the entire village and the only place in the Iceberg in general, where one could buy vegetables, since they couldn’t be planted and grown in the icy permafrost, Yukisada came back home with a bag full of groceries, some veggies, some meat, she was planning on making a nice homemade stew, to change up the pace from the usual clam chowder she made basically every single day, as lovely and warm as it was, at a certain point, it got tiresome to eat and prepare the same dish over and over again.

Yukisada laid the recently brought stuff in the dining room table, humming a little song while she did, to entertain herself a bit, but she was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps, she looked behind her and saw Shirogane, the wolf girl had finally left her bedroom after staying there for almost an entire week.

“oh, Shiro, you came out!” Yukisada smiled warmly, happy to see her friend finally leave her hidey-hole, when the wolf girl had barred herself inside her bedroom, she had some immediate concerns, while it wasn’t unusual for Shirogane to stay in her rooms for days at a time, an entire week seemed too much.

“I-I smelled food…” Shirogane explained, feeling a little embarrassed for that to be her reason to finally leave.

“I’m making a nice stew tonight, clam chowder is nice and all, but I was getting kinda tired of it, besides, I want to make something nice and tasty for the two of us!” Yukisada explained.

“yes, something nice and tasty, I’m sure my puppy will love it!” Shirogane smiled, her tail wagging excitedly.

“of course, a nice homemade stew for me, you and your pupp-“ Yukisada paused for a second, processing what her canine friend just said. “WAIT, WHAT!?” she screamed in shock.

Shirogane was taken aback by her friends’ reaction. “m-my puppy, I had a puppy!” Shirogane explained, well, not exactly.

Yukisada was left speechless, aghast, she blinked a few times, a thousand thoughts running through her mind.

“Shirogane… puppy!?... Shirogane had a puppy!?, when!? Who!? How!?... well… I know how, but… who did it? Rocma? No, that polar bear can’t even stand to look at her, much less go as far as to have sex with her… nonono, maybe… maybe… PERACO! That perverted, bastard penguin, when I get my hands on him, I’ll…!” Yukisada was making strange strangling gestures with her hands, a look of absolute fury in her usually gentle face.

Shirogane simply looked at what her friend was doing, a bit weirded out by her unusual behavior. “well… yeah! I had a puppy, he’s really cute, you should see him!”

Yukisada snapped out of her enraged trance. “wait, of course, if I see what the baby looks like, I’ll know who the father is”.

“yes, let me see him” Yukisada said with a completely serious face and a lower tone of voice, almost like a cop asking to see a criminal.

“r-right!” Shirogane responded, still weirded out.

The wolf girl led the snowy owl to her room, Shirogane opened the door as slow and as gently as it was possible, before stepping into the room, making sure to not make any noise, turning on the lights in the bedroom, then turning to look at her friends, making a “shhh” sound with her mouth, putting her finger in front of her mouth to tell her friend to keep quiet, in response to this, Yukisada merely nodded.

“come closer” Shirogane whispered, walking up to the bed, on top of it there was a big pile of clothes, bedsheets and pillows, arranged in a vaguely circular pattern, making some sort of small, makeshift den, Yukisada approached the pile and looked inside of it, expecting to find the infant… Instead, inside the “den” was a small plushie of an artic wolf, with button eyes, it’s limbs and head attached with black thread, a sewn-on smile on it’s cute face.

“eh…?” Yukisada was absolutely bewildered, she expected an actual, alive-and-breathing baby, not a stuffed toy, she looked at her friend like the wolf girl had gone completely crazy, Shirogane simply smiled, a genuine, warm smile that could light up a whole room, she seemed so happy, like the owl had never seen before.

“he’s absolutely adorable, isn’t he?” Shirogane asked, her tail wagging like crazy, looking like a white blur, the most adorable of smiles on her lips.

Yukisada wasn’t sure how to respond, she was concerned for her friends’ sanity, maybe all the bullying she received had finally made her snap? But she also didn’t want to ruin the first moment of genuine happiness in her entire life, an internal debate raged in the owl’s mind. Shirogane walked up to her “den” and grabbed the stuffed wolf doll, cradling it like an actual baby, she smiled at the toy, the smile only an actual mother could give.

“I… I… I” Yukisada stuttered, she was completely speechless, Shirogane truly believed that the plushie was her actual baby.

Shirogane moved aside her overalls straps, then lifted her stripped shirt, exposing her breast, putting the doll’s mouth up to her nipple, as if breastfeeding it.

“you need to eat so that you’ll be a big and strong wolf when you grow up” She talked to her “baby”, before looking at Yukisada. “right, Yuki?”

“… I… I” Yukisada still couldn’t speak, but something suddenly clicked in her mind, she had seen this before! Or at least heard of it. “w-wait here a second, okay Shiro?”

The owl ran out the room, to his “clinic” (actually the entrance room of the house, which Yukisada turned into a small space to help her patients), she went straight to the bookshelf she had next to her desk, scanning the book titles with her vision and finger, she stopped at a thick, green book, in its spine it read “canine medicine, volume 4”.

“AHA, THERE YOU ARE!” Yukisada screamed, before realizing how dumb she looked, screaming at a book like she caught it stealing something.

The snowy owl took the book from its shelf, opening it and quickly skimming through the index pages. “dingoes, foxes, maned wolves, no, no, no” her eyes widened, she found what she was searching for. “wolves!”

Yukisada skimmed though the pages, looking for Shirogane’s specific ailment, she finally stopped at a page, in the top of it, in bold black letters read “faux pregnancy or pseudocyesis”, looking down from the title, she started reading the passage:

“False pregnancy in wolves are the result of a rapid decrease in the hormone, progesterone and an increase in the hormone prolactin. These hormonal changes occur normally in female wolves about 6-8 weeks after being in heat, symptoms range from physical, like sudden engorgement of the mammary glands and nausea and vomiting during the mornings, as if having an actual case of morning sickness…

Yukisada thought about if for a minute, she didn’t remember if she saw Shirogane with those kinds of symptoms…

“nausea… I don’t exactly remember… wait” she muttered to herself, a sudden memory appeared in her mind.

it was an average morning, she was sitting in the dining room, drinking some hot cocoa, she took a big sip of the cup, giving a satisfied sigh after finishing, it seemed it was going to be a normal day. Shirogane walked out of her room, looking depressed, this wasn’t unusual for her, but her face looked worse than usual, she was clutching her stomach.

“s-shiro, are you alright?” Yukisada asked, concerned for her friend.

“i-I’m fine…” Shirogane responded, obviously a complete lie.

Suddenly the wolf covered her mouth with her free hand, while clutching her stomach harder with the other one, the wolf ran to the bathroom, Yukisada following behind her, when she finally reached the bathroom, she was her friend hugging the toilet bowl while retching.

at the time Yukisada didn’t think much of it, it wasn’t unusual for Shirogane to feel ill after being berated by all the inhabitants of the island, the day before that, she had almost been eaten by Idate, then insulted by Rocma for her weakness and then insulted and literally spat on by Rock, Yukisada thought that she had a nightmare of that event, repeating it over and over while she slept, that when she woke up, she felt ill to her stomach, it wasn’t uncommon for the wolf to feel nauseous after a nightmare like that.

“I should have known something was up with that… god… I’m such an idiot” Yukisada berated herself, she ignored her friend’s wellbeing, if she had paid more attention to her, maybe she could have avoided this whole situation, or maybe helped her friend through it sooner.

Another memory manifested itself in the owl’s mind…

She was talking to Shirogane about random stuff, when she suddenly noticed something about her friend’s chest, had… had her breasts gotten bigger? Yukisada stared at her friend’s bosom, she didn’t remember her being this busty, or was she always that size and she only noticed now? No, that was impossible, right? Yukisada kept ogling at Shirogane’s chest, like in a trance.

“um… Yuki, are you… alright?” Shirogane asked.

Yukisada snapped from her trance, before laughing awkwardly, her cheeks flushed with red.

“y-yeah, I am. Sorry, I just thought you had a… stain in your shirt, yeah, a stain” Yukisada forced a laugh, to try and make the situation less awkward…

Yukisada cringed at that memory, she would have rather kept it forgotten, but it did help reaffirm Yukisada’s suspicion, she began reading the book again.

“in the behavioral side of the things, the symptoms can range from simple changes in behavior because of the hormones, like restlessness, mood swings and anxiety to even “adopting” objects to act as “pups”, guarding and defending the object, talking to it, to even trying to “feed” the object by placing it right against the breast”

“there it is…” Yukisada had her suspicion confirmed, Shirogane had a faux pregnancy.

Yukisada kept reading, “faux pregnancies usually resolve themselves in 2-3 weeks without any treatment…”. Yukisada closed the book, feeling slightly frustrated.

“two to three weeks, huh…” Yukisada said to herself, engraining the words on her brain, she sighed. “well… at least it isn’t anything bad, just normal canine stuff” while the duration was a bit longer than she would have hoped, she was relieved to see that it wasn’t something awful or incurable, she would just have to give her friend company while she went through the experience, and it’ll resolve itself.

Yukisada put the book back in its shelf, she exited her little “clinic”, returning to the dining room, Shirogane was already sitting on the table, holding her “puppy” in her arms.

“Yuki, you came back!” Shirogane smiled, her tail wagging at the sight of her friend.

“y-yeah, I just needed to do something”

“what was it?”

“well…” Yukisada was silent for a second, trying to think of something to say. “I was reading up on canine medicine, to help with your baby” she lied, she figured it was better to play along, rather than cause the wolf even more distress by revealing the truth too early.

“oh, Yuki, thank you so much, I know I can always count on you, you’re a great auntie”

Yukisada blushed, while the circumstances weren’t the ones she expected or wanted, it was nice to get a genuine compliment, especially from Shirogane.

“now, lets eat, I’m hungry and I need to make more food for my little puppy” Shirogane explained, rocking the baby side to side in her arms, smiling at it like an actual mother would do with her child.

“r-right, I’ll go ahead and start cooking, we’re having stew tonight!”

“that’s great” Shirogane smiled, those genuine smiles she gave were rare, but every time that she smiled with all her heart and soul, it warmed the snowy owl’s heart, she always loved to see her friend smile, as rare as it was, it gave her the determination to keep going.

They were going to be the longest two or three weeks of Yukisada’s life, but she was willing to help her friend in any way she could, as long as it meant seeing her happy and healthy, the snowy owl finished making the food, setting it on the table, seeing Shirogane happily eating something she made was amazing, it truly made it all worth it, so maybe… maybe it wasn’t going to be that bad.

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so, i hope you guys enjoyed this little fluffy story i wrote for Yukisada and Shirogane, well, their genderbend versions, but still, i had fun writing it and i hope you guys had fun reading it!

#funamusea #okegom #deep sea prisoner #ice scream #shirogane ice scream #shirogane (okegom)#yukisada okegom #yukisada #yukisada (okegom)#genderbend #genderbent #genderbend shirogane #genderbend yukisada #genderbend au #rule 63 #fluff #fluffy fic #fluff fic #my writing

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Mjǫðvitnir ‘Wolf’

Against the Cult of the Reptile God

Mabon

Two days1 had passed and Wolf started to become rather suspicious. Sure, he could keep up this work, preparing food, delivering it to customers, gentling the garden, running little errands. On one hand he’d agreed to two days to rest and get his foot back in order. On the other, they weren’t in any hurry to push him along. They were clearly well staffed without him. Even with an increase in clientele the Slumbering Serpent was not swamped, not even for bed-space.

This2 morning some of his suspicion was given some balm. Mid-autumn harvest festival happens in a few days and his help would ease a lot of worries.

One3 benefit of being as strange as he is he can ask questions, like for whom this festival is dedicated and what are expectations without cultivating suspicions.

Alban Elfed is the mid-autumn festival of the good child, the best child, and in the wrong hands, the worst bully. Wolf picked up that the festival had two parts. Any4 time he asked they’d say it’s a story for another time. For now, most children would soon be taken to fosterage, taught skills like home repair and gardening from someone they hadn’t spent their childhood with. For now, there would be feasting and games. An old hog had already been slaughtered and been pit steamed for several days. Old ale and wine pulled from the cellars would join the fair, and the hermit brought salves and wraps in case the ball hits the wrong thing too hard or a fist flies and lands too wrong.

Wolf5 saluted the hermit’s weasel. Whiskers noticed, shrugged, and went back to listening to gossip. That kind of dimmed the djyp’s6 heart.

Never mind. Set up the tent for the Sleeping Serpent, wine and ale to sell. Help tie straw dolls for the decorations. Negotiate7 with a raven to accept a fist full of straw rather than the doll. Not doing it. After an angry and rude caw the bird snatched the doll and flew off. He got much the same treatment from two elves.

Several acolytes of Merikka, including Misha, the priestess, wandered the fair. Wolf8 felt certain from her shape and smell, she is not pregnant. Still, she might want to let that dress out, say, by spring.

Wolf9 had just delivered six mugs of ale to a table when he noted a woman calling a name, promise of dinner. The adoptions won’t come until the rising of the Minnow. Wolf wanted to see if he could help when an elderly woman asked about bread. He informed Ollwin, get more eyes on the subject, then delivered the bread and two more mugs. He would latter learn the woman’s boy had run off the year before and she forgets.

While working the tables he heard folk talking. It sounded like negotiations. This kid is good with their hands, that one likes the mud and just made a nice platter that blew up in the fire place, that sort of thing. It warmed the djyp’s heart to learn the Abductions won’t be random.

The Minnow rises the same time each night. While the clouds began to dampen the assembly these people knew the time was right. They gathered at the bonfire and danced. The children at the age, all five of them, were sort of pushed to the center, While some adults slipped out for some canvas bags. On cue a couple chains of fireworks were tossed into the fire, whoop, bang, and chaos? Merikka gets into chaos? And the children were hoodwinked and carried off.

While10 that happened something welled up from the depths of Wolf’s mind. This would be a very good time to really abduct a child.

The djyp sat with Belba, the missus, and shared his thoughts. A lot of people disappearing, how will they know that did not happen tonight? Check on their fosters in the morning, of course, and they will be there. The tailor, the miller, the potter will have two, and the Serpent gets one, already heading there.

The party done, only one was too drunk to get home on his own—the kid arguing for his life about a week ago.11 Wolf picked the kid up, meaning to set him under an elm to sleep it off. The boy settled, the djyp felt a tug at his purse. Well, that thing is pretty tight with good cordage keeping it there. One thing a thief knows it’s how to cut a purse, and how not to lose one. Oops, the boy slipped, landed on his head, and in his mother’s tongue he asked if the kid really is that stupid. Wolf also had an itch at the bottom of his mind. Should he consult with Ollwin about what he’d just retrieved from the kid? Or keep it.

And again the clean up was pretty light. The people who like Merikka are pretty good at cleaning up after themselves. The people in her service, not so much.

Back at the inn he noticed Belba and Ollwin discussing something with the two elves, Dorian and Llywillan, that lived in that town. Angus didn’t make it to the inn. Wolf12 added things together, and approached them.

First13, a peace offering, as he explained what happened with that kid, and turned over the fist of purses he’d lifted off the boy. Hope you can find where they came from, maybe advise they learn a tougher way to keep them.

New question14, who was supposed to take him? Kind of a big guy, ugly, scar on the right side of face? Yeah, saw him talking to that kid about a week ago, discussing the burglary of a senile woman on the other side of the pond. Llywillan noted the man was a regular at the Golden Grain Inn.15 Dorian suggested that would be stupid, someone might notice. The elder reminded him that place was rarely visited by locals because of the atmosphere.

Wolf felt a need for speed. Just an itch at the depth of his mind and nothing more. Still, it meant something, usually did. But16 at the moment, he could feel the day weigh heavily, and a need for rest would be in order. So, new question, that community housing? Is a barracks for a posse? Might be occupied. Find something, I’m sure.

He spied a barn across the river, just behind the Golden Inn. Sun might rise in a few hands, and that might be enough to ease the day before. He could only hope they didn’t have a sentry, or something. Just to be safe he left his purse locked with his bags and only took his flint knife.17

The Golden Grain had a little activity going on.18 The djyp woke to something scratching at the wall. Before he could make out what to do about it he’d been hoodwinked and hefted onto someone’s shoulders.

All Wolf could think at the moment was, here we go.

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1 Xp 5*2=10

2 Investigation 11+5 xp8

3 Investigation 5+5 xp5

4 Religion 1+4 xp3

5 Animal Handling 1+2 xp1

6 A tiefling without the IP baggage.

7 Animal Handling 2+2 xp1

8 Insight 14+4 xp8

9 Investigations 1+5 xp1

10 Insight 6+4 xp3

11 Initiative 18+4 xp10

12 Insight 13+4 xp6

13 Persuasion: 20 XP 10

14 Investigation: 12+5 XP 6

15 DM: Odd goes to Temple, Even to Golden Grain; 4.

16 Con: 1+4 XP 2

17 AC 14

18 Initiative 7+4 v14+2 xp2

19 Journal’s XP: 74

2023 April 13 Mjǫðvitnir ‘Wolf’ Vlad. Rogue Level 1 XP 174

#against the cult of the Reptile God #fan fiction #tolkien #rpg #order of realities #role play #roleplay #monster hunters int #survival crafts #roleplaying games

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zombiedumbie · 7 months

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02. THE BEAR

'Wolf brought another strange kid home' masterlist.

I just found out that tumblr let me do this thing with photos.

'ossan' means 'old man'.

based on Law's light novel, memory loss, 1st person pov.

Law brought another strange kid home.

Actually, it wasn't a kid, but rather a bear. It was a bear! White, big, furry, walking on two legs, and talking. And apologizing. Damn Law laughed when I stumbled backward and fell sitting in the snow, with my eyes wide open, focused on the bear entering the yard while tapping the fingers of both hands shyly.

Despite his heavy fur, the bear wore warm clothes and a scarf stained with blood.

"L-L-Law...!" I choked, my eyes darting quickly between the boy and the bear.

"This is Bepo", he said, the bear... Bepo waved at me, I swallowed hard and waved back. I felt less scared after he showed a sad expression; in fact, Bepo didn't seem threatening at all, despite his sharp teeth and large claws, he seemed more loving than violent.

I wondered what it would be like to hug him. "H-How did you find him?!" I asked when I regained my breath, slowly getting up and brushing the snow off my clothes.

"He was lost in the forest", he replied, shrugging, as if he had found a cool stick or something. "Anyway... Has Wolf arrived yet? I want to talk to him", I nodded, and before I could say anything else, they both climbed the stone stairs to the house's entrance.

I grunted in frustration and got up, brushing the snow off my clothes, continuing to try to clear the snow from the path to the house entrance. "Honestly..." I began to complain to myself. "The one time he goes for a walk alone, and he comes back with a bear! Wolf will kill me for letting something like this happen..."

The two of us always walked through the forest when Wolf went to town or locked himself in his... "office" and we had nothing else to do. Law seemed to enjoy his walks, and I accompanied him to make sure he wouldn't get lost in the narrow paths among the snowy branches and bushes. After a while, he already knew the way, but it had become part of my routine, and I enjoyed picking up rocks along the way.

We didn't necessarily talk; he often seemed lost in his thoughts, and I wouldn't bother him, although, on some rare occasions, Law would tell me something about his past. Other times, we talked about Sora, a comic that I occasionally read in the newspaper, but he seemed to like it a lot, and in those moments, he seemed less serious. He also confessed to me last night that he didn't mind me going with him; he tried to keep an indifferent tone in his voice, but I could tell he enjoyed walking with me.

For the first time, I got a glimpse of what having a friend could be like, so I didn't tease him about it. I tried, in some way, to remember if I had friends before coming here, if they were worried about me or looking for me, but no memories came to me; since no letter ever came to my door, the closest thing to a friend I had was Law, and maybe Wolf.

The realization made me so excited that I ended up staying in bed the next day, with a slight fever that subsided shortly before lunch. I decided to do the tasks I needed to do that day after I managed to get up.

Law stopped just at the bottom of the stairs in front of me as I tried to figure out the contraption that Wolf had made to clear the snow. He had his hands in his coat pockets, trying to wear the same expression as last night, one of not caring.

"I can't go with you today, Law", I said, my fingers probing the surface of that thing. "This fucking Snow-whatever-it-is doesn't want to work! And I have to clear this snow soon."

He just mumbled and walked away slowly. Wolf arrived after some time; I was already sweaty, and the shovel was hurting my hand the way I was holding it. "What's wrong with the Snowstorm-Nator-3000?" I almost cursed him for the ridiculous ass name, and in the end, the damn Snowstorm-Whatever-3000 was just a salt spreader.

And then Law came back. I was almost at the end of the path when he appeared with the bear, the same way he used to go. I continued to clear the path when they entered the house.

"... WHAT IN GODDAMN THE HELL IS THIS GIANT BEAR?!" I heard Wolf shout from inside the room, the open front door worked in my favor. I couldn't hear what Law said, but I assumed he was inviting Bepo to live with us when I heard the ossan say, "Did you even think to ask the owner of the house for permission?!"

I felt somewhat nervous when I saw Bepo react like a person; that meant there was someone else in the house... Someone else to interact with. My heart raced with the idea; I had just gotten used to Law's presence and could talk to him without fear, but now another one! I didn't know if I could adapt to the change so quickly.

"HE CAN TALK!!!" Wolf's yell snapped me back to reality, and I realized I had cleared more snow than necessary.

I put the shovel in the back of the house, in the small tool shed, and entered the house through the back door, took off my snowy and dirty shoes and left them in the corner. I wanted to go back to my room, lie down, and rest for a bit, as I was starting to feel fatigued again; however, I would have to pass through the living room and face Bepo; I could just run, but that would attract too much attention.

I leaned against one of the plastic boxes and climbed onto the counter, settling in the same spot as always, a free space that we always used. It was right in the corner, at the junction of two walls, just below the ossan's mug collection. It was small, but it was enough for me if I curled up.

I leaned my head against the wall, listening to their conversation in the living room; the day seemed colder than usual, I pulled up the collar of my sweater to warm my face as I thought about what to do. I listened to them talking, the sound of their voices muffled by the walls, Law talked about how he found Bepo, and then the bear began to talk about how he ended up here, his brother, his family, and where he came from.

An island on the back of an elephant that never stopped walking on the waters of the New World, in the Grand Line, a tribe of minks, everything sounded like a fairy tale, his voice for some reason sounded like a lullaby, which made me increasingly sleepy until I fell asleep with my head resting on a recipe for soup that Wolf had framed.

I didn't wake up when Wolf came into the kitchen to make tea; he also didn't make much effort to wake me up, probably thinking it was just a side effect of my exhaustion after clearing the snow from the house entrance alone.

It was only when he returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, grumbling and muttering about how his life was nothing more than brats after Law invited Bepo to stay at the house, that he noticed I hadn't even moved. When he approached me to wake me up, he noticed that my cheeks were red under the collar of my sweater, and my forehead was burning.

I only woke up later that day, feeling fatigued, with Law and Bepo sitting on the floor of my room. The aspiring doctor offered me some medicine and had Bepo fetch a bottle of water for me when he noticed that I was tense in the presence of the bear.

#one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar d law #trafalgar d water law #law one piece #one piece fanfic #law fanfic #law x reader #Wolf brought another strange kid home #zombiedumbie writing

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mminttae · 3 years

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Blanket Of Lavender Scent

-> Pairing : Jimin x Reader

-> Genre : fluff fluff!, fluffy Jiminie, extra clingy Jimin cause he missed you a lot, Jimin wants cuddles, lavender and vanilla scented tees are perfect for eachother

-> Summary : After two weeks of attending meetings in a business trip Jimin is finally home and craves for your attention but you want to simply watch a movie..

-> Word count : 2.334K

-> A/N here's a Jimin one shot for y'all to enjoy until I actually finish writing the first chap of Jimin's series. Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Song recs ( to make your reading time more fun) - Serendipity\Serendipity instrumental - Jimin

Around 7pm

You sit on the large sofa and look outside the window, the chilly weather outside making the window glass a bit blurry. Judging on how the weather is getting colder day by day you thought it wouldn’t even take one full day for the snowflakes to start decorating the window panes. An uncomfortable silence took over the apartment. Only the clock ticking could be heard. You kept glancing from the clock to the entrance door thinking if time slowed down. Diverting your gaze towards your phone you think perhaps his flight has been delayed or maybe he’s stuck in traffic. He did say that he would visit you first after stepping out from the airport. Did that bastard lie to me? there are possibilities of him lying to you based on how he loves seeing you get angry and all pouty, well yes you are indeed angry now. Just when you were about to call him the doorbell rang making you quickly get up from your seat and run towards the door.

“What took you so long?!!-- “ You slightly shout as soon as you open the door but become silent when you notice there’s no one in the doorway. you step out a bit and look to the corridor on your right but there was no one. You were about to turn around to check your left when two big arms wrapped around your waist, back hugging you. Your breath hitched but later relaxed when the familiar lavender cologne hit your nose. Your favourite scent of all time. Resting his chin on your shoulder he whispers in your ear, “missed me?” You brought your hand towards his and started fiddling with the silver promise ring he was wearing. You had the same one too. “no,” you whispered back to him making him give a small sweet laugh followed with a peck on your cheek. “Says the person who kept texting me to come back quickly.” He said while tightening the hug, your cheeks now warm with a soft rosy blush. OH hell YESS you missed him! But maybe he missed you more. Or maybe both of you missed eachother equally. You break free from his arms and turn around to look at him now for real not through video calls. His blonde soft fluffy bangs covering his forehead, his eyes turning to crescent moons as soon as the corner of his lips turned up. “Jimin..” you take hold of his hand,(more like a sweater paw holding another sweater paw A/N : thaT’S sO cUtE uWu ok um back to the story AhEM) “lets go inside” you pull him inside your comfy apartment and close the door.

“Why does two weeks feel like two months” Jimin chuckles while saying , leaning on the back of the couch seeing your busy back as you take hold of a mug and pour in the peach juice which you made. (Jimin loveeeeesss the peach drinks you makes , he loves you too ;) ) Handing him the mug you speak, “maybe cause we never went without seeing each other over five days.” Taking a sip from his favourite drink he replies “four days was the highest.” “It could have been if you didn’t ditch me for your video game,” you rolled your eyes making your way to the couch, Jimin following you with a pout and murmuring ‘it wasn’t my fault that I forgot, Jungkook and Taehyung practically went on their knees to make me play with them” your lips break into a small smile but quickly went to poker face, you missed his whining and ofcourse that smoll pout. You looked on your side to see Jimin waddling like a duckling towards you before sitting down on the couch and pulling you on his lap, hugging you by your waist and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your vanilla scent.

“why are you late?” you ask, playing with his soft hair. “I lost my suitcase.”

“stop joking”

“I’m not” .

You look down at his face, a bit innocence can be seen in his eyes. You scoff in disbelief bringing your hands to yourself from his shoulder.

Okay he’s not joking .

You get up from his lap and sit a bit far from him (not too far though). “Y/N....?” Jimin shakes you by your shoulder but you don’t response . “Is my Y/N-ie angwy?” Jimin asks in a cute way in hopes of melting your anger away. He knew damn well that your anger doesn’t stand a chance against his cuteness. There was a moment of silence. Jimin kept poking your arm and kept calling your name but seeing no response he started slightly slapping your arm while giving his own background music and THAT’S when you snapped. “Are you- are you a kid?!!? HOW CAN YOU LOOSE A SUITCASE AGAIN YOU FU---” you stop when your eyes meet his puppy eyes. I shouldn’t have raised my voice dangit. Jimin’s lips curled to a pout and he stared at you like a baby about to burst into tears. You were having human glitch, you cleared your throat and sat down normally infront of him instead of standing on the couch. “Bu-but I found it again after asking the customer service system for help..” he said with a pout while fiddling with his fingers. You knew well that the stuttering was an act afterall you’ve been together for more than a year now. Your anger over Jimin loosing his suitcase would sound dramatic to many people but your anger ofcourse had reasons. This might be the 20th time he lost his suitcase ( the only difference today is that he found it again). Everytime he looses he buys MORE THAN EXPENSIVE ones and and like his suitcase contains his clothes??? files and documents too??? Does he have the Namjoon disease now?

You heave out a sigh once seeing him still sitting with a pout and stealing glances at you. You move towards him and lean in to leave a small kiss on his pouty lips. You pull away and found jimin following your lips, he definitely wants more. You chuckle and pat his head “be careful with your things from next time kay?” Jimin is like a lost friendly puppy but when it came to work he would become a wolf seconds. If anyone hears about his clumsiness they would start doubting if he’s really the CEO of the 2nd most popular and big company in the country. He snaked his hand around your waist pulling you closer, using his other free hand to tug a loose strang of your hair behind your ear then he proceeded with caressing your cheek with his thumb. “I promise I’ll be careful from next time, love” he whispered as his eyes travelled down to your lips. He slowly started leaning in BUT BUT you felt like TEASING him :) You pushed away his hand and got up from sitting making your boyfriend frown and... unhappy... “Why the pizza ain’t here yet?” you question yourself seeing the clock it was about time for your pizza order to arrive. Jimin ofcourse didn’t give a damn about pizza. He just wanted you, close to him. He tried holding your hand and pulling you towards him but your quick sensing ability made you walk away saying that you better start taking out plates for the meal, loud enough for your now grumpy and pouty boyfriend to hear. He stands up mumbling some rubbish under his breath, scoffs towards you before walking towards your room to grab a blanket knowing that you would want to watch a movie while having dinner. Jimin obviously has different plans. CUDDLESS!!

Time Skip ~

Lights off, all cuddled up sitting infront of the tv screen. You both wrapped around a blanket, Jimin’s arms wrapped around, his chin resting on your shoulder, his toe grazing yours. Although you both were stuck like glue to eachother Jimin wasn’t that happy. The pout on his face didn’t really get noticed by you as you were too focus on the movie playing infront of you. Out of excitement of spending time with you after a long time he forgot your love for the marvel series and clicked on the play button. Sigh. “Y/N..” Jimin trails off nuzzling to you. you hum as a response to which he sighed ( might be the 30th sigh since the movie started) “ baby look at me..” he says giving you a peck under your ear. “What is it?” you ask in a voice that speaks ‘ I’m not that interested in what you’re about to say.’ “You acted like you were about to take a plane and come to me when I was away but now you’re not even giving slight look to me” he whines removing the blanket away and sitting up straight but your face still fixated on the tv screen. “ I doubt you even missed me hmph “ his chest went up and down as he folded his arms and looked away from you, guess he shouldn’t have done that cause the second he looked away you looked at him. You couldn’t help but stiffle a smile at the sight of his puffed cheeks. You tried unfolding his arms but instead he swatted your hand away. “ Ofcourse baby i missed you” you cooed to him to which he replied with “you’re a bad girlfriend.” You just laughed before going “oh my godd the war started!” and focusing back to the tv. Jimin scoffed in disbelief once seeing you. He never once hated a tv this much. He once again leaned on your shoulder ( angry or not he can’t stay away from you). Muttering a no to himself he moved away from you and leaned on the couch hand. Even though his whole being was itching to feel your warmth his ego kept him away. But your lips forming a smile didn’t go unnoticed by him.

25 minutes before the ending of the movie

You stretched your arms and looked at your now sleeping fluff ball boyfriend beside you. He must be tired from the journey. He is tired but still wanted to spend time with you. A sudden hint of guilt hit you as you got reminded of his whining to turn your attention on him. You leaned towards him and gently brushed his bangs away AND--- OH HE’S NOT SLEEPING. You blink a couple of times staring at his face when you realize he’s trying to not smile. Jimin you sly fox. You were about tell him to stop acting when a sudden idea popped up in your head making you smirk to yourself. You move back from him and fake a yawn, pretending sleepy you say to yourself knowing he’s hearing, ”what to do I was planning on giving Jiminie hugs and kisses but he is already sleeping” you spare a glance at him and saw him frowning. You stood up before saying “ I should go to bed as well,” before you could take a step forward his hand pulled you back making you fall on top of him, your hands on his chest supporting you from not falling flat on his face as his arms snaked around your waist hugging you. “You are not going anywhere,” he whispered scanning your features. Your heart beat picked up its speed due to the very small distance between both of you. You have experienced ‘no gap between eachother’ before a lot of times but still to this day you never got to get used to the tension. “I thought you were sleeping..” you say while brushing his soft hair locks away from his eyes. Without saying much Jimin just used his hand to push your head forward as he leaned in as well , connecting both of your lips. This wasn’t just a small kiss or peck , this time it was an actual kiss he wanted to share with you since his arrival here. You craved for it too but didn’t show. Jimin sat up straight before making you comfortably sit on his lap. He broke the kiss for a couple of seconds to whisper “I missed you..” you whispered back “ I missed you too” before joining lips again. Both of your lips fitted eachother perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Your surrounding seemed to have gotten more sweeter due to the lavender smell on Jimin. He smelled like lavender and honey and you loved it. Both of you were enjoying the moment when.....YOU HAD TO GET INTERRUPTED :)) Your phone screen lighted up with the name ‘mom’ on the display as the ringtone took over the comfortable silence making you two break away from eachother. You sigh as Jimin groaned. You were about to reach for the phone when jimin stopped you, he hugged you tightly and said “let’s just continue” with pleading eyes. “Let me just receive the call..”

“no no no you are finally giving your attention to me I don’t want you to look away” he whined shaking his head.

“If I don’t receive--

“I HATE phones, moms and televisions they keep stealing my Y/N away from me” he pouts, you laugh seeing him get so clingy.

“Why don’t they understand ?!!! Y/N IS MINE!!” he shouts out of frustration and the phone goes to silence at once indicating the call ended. He didn’t get himself for shouting suddenly but he just wanted you to only look at him. “You didn’t had to get worked up babe,” you chuckle to which he reply “your mom is thinking you’re asleep if not then tell her tomorrow you were sleeping.” he say giving a sheepish smile “now where were we?” he asked before attacking you with kisses making you laugh from ticklish feeling. “Ji-Jimin stop it tickles!” the apartment soon gets filled with both yours and Jimin’s laughter and giggles.

“If you try waking up before me tomorrow I’m going to make sure you don’t get to shower tomorrow” he says playing with your promise ring. “what kind of threat is that?” you ask not getting him. He just simply replied with

“I love you”

“love you too... Jimin”

#BTS jimin #jimin fluff #fluff #jimin loves cuddles #jimin fic #oneshot #bts imagines #jimin imagine #i finally finished writing this #jimin x reader

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drtenebres · 3 years

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who are the most developed/most focused on characters right now??

Thanks for the ask!! It’s hard to say who is the most developed character right now, due to so many brain cells trying to work together, but we’ve all got our own individual ones we’re working on that we feel the strongest about !

@shslstraws :

blah blah blah this is where jude talks about oumota -Snelly (SHAAAAADDUPPPPP -Straws)

Kaito (My beloved) - A commonfolk who was oblivious by the magic world around him until he inevitably is pushed to it, by living his new life as a Tenebroso werewolf. The cause for how he became a werewolf is unknown, and he tries to keep away from his friends and family to protect them from this “curse”. Kaito gets in a mix of mages and eventually meets with Kokichi, a plague doctor who claims he can cure him. He slowly realizes and comes to face the reality that is Tenebres.

Kokichi (Most developed??) - A mage who lived in an orphanage until he gets adopted by two mages, Nagito and Hajime. Kokichi dreams of being far powerful than both his dads and going back to recruit the other orphanage kids to his upcoming organization. Until he gets a set back when he takes things too far with the magi academy, he gets demoted to a Plague Doctor; a low status of a mage. It is until he meets Kaito, on one of his duties, and believes if he figures out the mystery behind Tenebrosos, he will earn the right to regain his place back in the academy.

Shuichi (Most Focused on ATM) - Born from the great Kyoko Kirigiri and Makoto Naegi, there are a lot of expectations put upon Shuichi since he was very young. The expectations were too high and too heavy to carry that Shuichi decided to leave behind that life and the Kirigiri name. He meets up with Rantaro who gives him the ability of a werewolf, and thinks he can finally start anew. Until he faces the same problems with being a werewolf and being part of a pack, Shuichi decides to live amongst the commonfolk with his new friends Kaito, Kaede, and Maki by his side.

@baylardian-1 :

Kyoko (Most focused on) - A detective who grew up working under a large magefolk entity in the specific branch that deals with magic-based crimes. Kyoko is telepathic with a hindered use of magic due to a strange curse covering both of her hands. Because of her ability to read minds and the overwhelming loudness many voices can create in her head, Kyoko prefers working alone. Eventually she retires from her occupation and becomes a private investigator alongside her husband Makoto.

Hifumi (Most developed) - A hamster familiar most closely resembling a smitten patsy for Celestia Ludenberg. Not having many friends he impulsively chose to follow a pretty girl one day and has never ceased. Initially out of threat, Hifumi would perform healing spells for Celestia after her hunts in addition to take care of her every beck and call. Nowadays their relationship takes on a more unspoken respect and fondness for one another.

Mukuro (My beloved) - A Tenebroso werewolf nearing closer to being 400 years old in age. Born a mage alongside her younger twin sister Junko, many events surrounding their past are shrouded in mystery. As a Tenebroso she has an unnaturally extended life. Mukuro is naturally covered in scars and physically looks to be reaching her mid 50's-early 60's. She is most often however seen to be disguising herself as a young girl.

@snellymain :

Kiyo (Most developed) - A socially reclusive vampire with a guilty conscience and a sworn duty to feed by killing swiftly rather than turning anyone else into a vampire; since he hates his vampirism and his sister that cursed him with it. Has a huge fondness for humans and anthropology after his controlling sister's hatred for them caused him to have extremely limited interactions with them. Ends up committed to a mage named Angie while the unwanted spirit of his sister began haunting him after many years of being dead.

Mahiru (Most focused on) - A standard mage with very little powers and a high respect for her non-mage mother, matching her disdain for her mage father. She got into photography as she had no attachment to her underwhelming magic, until her mother urged her to go to an academy so she wouldn't let her powers go to waste like her father did. After doing so, being out in the world more, she met Hiyoko and Hiro; in which she happily adopted the former and angrily married the latter.

Angie (My beloved) - A healing-based blood mage raised communally on an island, she heals others wounds with their own blood and often secretly takes their blood for her own use while doing so; mostly to feed her partner Kiyo, but she also has a fascination for blood of her own, initially being a result of her village's blood sacrifices and now a result of her blood magic. Generally a loud nuisance, though a medically helpful nuisance, in her academy.

@samsquatchem :

Doodle + blurb done by Snelly ♥

Yasuhiro (Their beloved) - A nomadic powerful mage with a wide variety of powers, mostly focusing on clairvoyance and near-limitless telekinesis; generally wanders around getting money wherever he can but spending it horrendously, ending up in a constant flat circle of time. He’s basically homeless; not out of poverty but what he considers convenience and tax evasion, for the most part and bums around Mahiru’s place. Close friends and a father figure to Hiyoko, (much to Mahiru’s initial dismay) the two bond over their shared tendency to wander and be in a new place every week + magic that neither know how to use properly, she became quickly attached to him due to him being the first person to talk to her after she ran away from home. Hiro is able to see the future but unable to speak it verbatim or else the opposite outcome will come to fruition, he can only nudge clients in the right direction of his visions. Most people think his magic is a scam and he’s the most useless mage ever.

@sutexii :

Chiaki (My Beloved) - A wooden mask enchanted with a human soul, powered by dream juice and magic robotics. Created by Chihiro to live in the dream realm (where u go when u sleep + also where the killing games take place) to gather data on it for Chihiro’s research, and help those in it travel safely. Has a deep fascination with the unpredictable and strange, and enjoys seeking out new knowledge wherever she can. Still likes her games, and while originally given access to some to help entertain those she’s traveling with, she just ends up hoarding them herself.

Tenko (Most Focused On ATM) - Commonfolk w/ a smidge of monster that comes out when her anger peaks. Abandoned due to said anger issues as a child, and taken in by Aoi and Sakura. She had a very Ghibli idyllic childhood, having adventures with friends and delivering donuts for her mom. Learned martial arts from her mom, taking a particular liking to Aikido, and through it learned to control her anger. Follows childhood crush Himiko around to protect her, leading to her entering the less than legal artifact smuggling trade with her later in life.

Aoi (Most Developed) - Water elemental with a love for baking donuts and raising/rehabilitating carp. Married to Sakura, having met when she wandered into the pond in her family’s abandoned dojo and decided to stay to fix it up, motivating Sakura to fix the rest of the place up in turn. Very carefree, friendly, and laid back, loves kids and taking on the “fun auntie” role. Never worked on her humanoid appearance much at all until motherhood, Tenko enters their life and it became hard to hold back a feral monster baby with fins.

@Soupcifer_ :

Nekomaru (Franken-maru) (most developed) - A reanimated corpse who was brought back to life thanks to the help of Kazuichi and Mikan. Unfortunately, he has amnesia and thus no recollection of his past friendships and family. He's a lot more quiet and mellow in comparison to his old self which makes him seem pretty dull, but in actuality he's being rather attentive and simply trying to understand everything that's happening. He does a lot of behind-the-scenes work when no ones looking like cleaning up after Kazuichi and setting reminders for Akane (still a team manager at heart).

Gonta (My beloved) - A vampire raised by werewolves. He only recently came to terms with being a vampire as he lived most of his life assuming the form of a wolf. He has an obsession with bugs, classic literature, and vintage clothing. Gonta likes to follow around a few of his friends, Angie and Korekyio (wink), and be of assistance whenever he can. He unfortunately has trouble dealing with his vampire nature sometimes due to only having lived with werewolves, so he often turns to Korekiyo for help.

Chihiro (most focused on) - An electric elemental! Chihiro is the creator/parent of Chiaki and Monomi. They have a passion for creating things that run on electricity and magic and as a result created their two lovely daughters (that and to investigate the dream realm). Chihiro also has the ability to possess electronics and machinery! Despite being incredibly small, they can emit a surprisingly large amount of energy which makes possessing large or complicated machinery an easy task.

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gentrychild · 3 years

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It was darkness.

That's the only thing he can see.

Darkness, coldness, he was scared.

He looked around, searching for something, anything to get out here.

His eyes moved almost in despair from a way to another.

There was nothing there.

Then, like a candle in the coldest of nights.

There he was.

His figure was barely visible and was fuzzy since an antartical wind started to blow up.

But he recognized him immediately, just like the last time he saw him.

He extends his left arm, reaching for him.

"Is that you, Izuku?"

He walks with difficulty, like this strange place is oppesing his very movements.

"Izuku, please! I know you must hate me for what I did! But let me explain what happened!"

Just when his hand reaches his shoulder, his son's figure dissappear, like an illusion created for this twisted reality, leaving him with a broken heart.

"What is there to explain?"

The echo resounded around, like in a cave in the deepest of the hellholes. That voice was cold, but he can detect the faintest of cruel mockery on it.

"You had a dream to accomplish, and I did not fit in that dream; you decided to save thousands and sacrifice your own flesh and blood; you followed a path to greatness and you reach a lonely mountaintop, without anyone around you to support you, to care or even see you as a person, symbol; you accomplished everything you wanted. Congratulations."

He started to tremble, the guilt and pain was killing him. This can't be happening.

"I made it to protect you! I wanted you to have a normal life!!"

"Who cares what reason you have for doing it? You still abandoned me, you still left me all in my own and release me in a world of misery where there was no one but me to protect me and look after me while you lived in the glory."

His face moved around almost in a paranoic way, looking for the source of that- of his son's voice!

"I already told you what happpened to my master's family and how I couldn't let the same happened to you"

"Oh? You meant this?"

His scenario changed to a carnage, his master's son being turned into dust with the rest of his family.

"If this happened it was all due your master's doing, she may have killed her son herself, since she condemned him to a live of suffering until his last breath"

" THAT WAS AFO'S DOING! YOU CAN'T BLAME HER FOR THIS"

"Now, is that actually the truth?"

The imagine changed to show Nana's son, hitting his family! And they are... terrified of him, they are trembling and crying in despair and horror.

"She made him what he was until the day of his death, lived as a pig and die as alone as a wolf, if she actually loved him, she would have saved him but instead turning him into this. Should I blame her for what has happened within you and me as well?"

"NO! no! This is not her fault!"

"Then whose it, All Might? She decided to abandon her family and destroyed any trace of what you used to be to create the beloved symbol who only smiles and acts like a God saving anyone but himself."

"IZUKU! Stop this! You can resent me all your want, and even made me pay for it! But don't involve others in this!"

"Made you pay? I will not do that"

There was a heavy worth tons of silence.

"He will"

Just like an invocation, a red aura consumed the place, the wind becoming almost a tornado and from that storm.

All for one appeared.

"The only one who bothered to look at me, who take care of me, teach me, and raise for the last 12 years, recognizing my value and talents, recognizing me as a son when you looked away, the one who I can call proudly: MY FATHER".

Toshinori was trembling, he felt the tears in his eyes, and the pain that each word was said felt like a knife in his body.

He took several steps back, All for one covered the distance easily.

"If you want to follow your master's teachings to the letter"

AFO said while he raised an arm

"Die just like her"

He screamed.

He woke up with a chilling screamed, brought from a horror film.

He looked around, searching for any remains of what he had seen.

But he was in his appartment.

In his too large bed.

In his too large home.

All alone.

Tears were slipping like rivers from his eyes.

But he still confirmed what had just happened.

It was a nightmare.

With shaking legs, he standed up and left his bedroom, to walk around his house and cross his kitchen, looking for that one room of the house.

He opened what used to be Izuku's room as a kid.

After encountering him again, he had modified it, make it suitable for a teenager.

The bed was bigger.

Almost all the toys were gone.

And there were no hero posters around.

In truth, it looked pretty plain.

But he did not know what his son liked and he doubted he was a fan of heroes considering their story so he had hoped that after bringing him home, he could put anything he wanted on it, make it his own.

How foolish can he be.

He sat in the bed, head bowed and eyes locked in the floor.

He had thought until now that he would be able to save Izuku, to bring him home and make him happy again; he was the symbol of peace for god's sake, how could he not save his son?.

He had never considered Izuku did not want to be saved.

Izuku already had everything he could wish or wanted.

A home.

Food.

Support.

Love.

... even a parenting figure.

The sobs became louder.

He should have realized it! He should have realized that if abandoned him, that that monster could take him away and twist his mind like a puppet.

And the worst...

He actually deserved this!

What kind of hero he is? Doing this to his own son?

Izuku has every right to hate him, from his perspective he was threw away as trash.

Why why why why why why

Why did he send him away? Why did he think this was the right choice only because Nana took the same decision? What was he supposed to do now?

How can he save his baby boy, when he is wasting himself in depression?

He was losing weight, his eyes looked tired and his humor had gotten worse by the day, he could even compete with Endeavor when it came to stares.

Some may have believed he was depressed for young Togata's death, the media had said so.

He has not think in anything but in his son from the day he found him again.

And in the same time, had not been able to pull one single clue about his whereabouts, NOTHING!

Some hero he was.

Not able to find anything about his own kid.

His phone vibrated, warning about a notification.

He picked it up and saw the screen in the phone with a blurry vision.

He almost had a heart attack in that moment.

"TEENAGER VILLAIN WANTED FOR MASS MURDER".

It-it was h-his son.

His Izuku!

And was wanted for mass murder.

Oh God.

Writer-chan is back!

And... is he also framed here and did someone cut him in line when he wanted to buy tickets for the next hero convention?

#bio dadmight au #long post

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Opposites attract - pt2 (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Warnings : Swearing/threatening behaviour?

Word count 1.8k

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-Your POV-

He wasn’t the person you were expecting to walk through the door. You couldn’t tell if you were actually hallucinating because of the alcohol so you walked up to them to look closer. Nope definitely not dreaming. Paul was kinda standing still, jaw a little slack, caught in a daze kind of look as he starred at you. You felt heat rush to your cheeks, he’d never really seen you up close this way before. This felt like the first time he was actually noticing you existed. You looked behind him to see Jacob Black and some of the other guys smirking in your direction. It unnerved you a little.

“Uh, hey guys, what are you doing here?” You sipped on the cocktail in hand, looking at them curiously. Leah looked annoyed. You wondered if they had said something to piss her off. Paul seemed to snap out of his day dream state.

“Um, uh, Leah told us where you were staying we thought we’d swing by and say hey.” Paul scratched the back of his head nervously, you looked at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach, either that or you were about to puke. Nope, you were good. Butterflies it was. Leah told them you were here? Weird, you thought the last thing your best friend would want is for them to know where you guys were, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you retreated back to the bar while shaking your empty glass at the group that had gathered by the revolving doors.

The man on the bar was probably the same age as Paul, maybe a little younger, he was charming, a little handsome, but he had nothing on Lahote who was standing a meter away from you. As much as you tended to be a goody goody, you did know when a guy was flirting with you, and the bar man, definitely was. You thought you heard a growl from behind you as the man touched your hand while passing you another drink. You turned, Paul’s eyes burning into the guys head. Strange. You could hear Jacob telling Paul to calm down. What had his panties in a twist? You smiled at the guy behind the bar then went back over to your group.

“What crawled up his butt?” Alcohol really took away your filter. You thought you had whispered it quietly to Leah but when Embry and Quil laughed out loud while looking at you and Paul you knew they’d heard you. You grinned sheepishly, taking another long sip of your cocktail. Without hesitation, you went and stood right next to Paul, linking your arm through his shaking body. Was he cold? As soon as you touched him the shaking stopped though and he visibly relaxed. You don’t know why you were being so brave all of a sudden. Nothing like a bit of liquid confidence.

“Y/N, how many drinks have you had exactly?” Embry laughed from behind you. You were friends with Embry before he had joined Sam’s ‘gang’, he knew exactly how bad your tolerance for alcohol was and he could see you were swaying on your feet slightly. You glared at him, unaware you were still leaning on Paul a little.

“May-maybeee like 5 or.. 8 cocktails?” Paul glared at Leah who shrugged, Jacob winced and Embry and Quil being the goofballs they were laughed again. What? It was your vacation. You could let your hair down if you wanted right?

“God your head is gonna hurt in the morning, let’s get you some water.” The surprisingly caring words came from Paul. What happened to the big bad player you were used to… maybe he had changed. You pouted, you didn’t want to sober up, but for some reason the look Paul gave you made you decide not to argue with him. About to head to the bar for some water, you were stopped. Paul slid passed you and straight towards the guy who had been serving you, he got you the water but said something to the guy at the same time, who looked at you and then his eyes went wide with fear, Leah facepalmed behind you and the guys sighed. Wonder what all that was about?

Paul came sauntering back over with a smug grin on his face, you rolled your eyes and gratefully took the water from him as he came back to stand next to you. You had a few sips when the first waves of pain erupted. You gasped as the fire spread through your body, your fingers tensed and the glass you were holding crashed to the ground, shattering into a hundred sparkly pieces as you haunched over clutching your abdomen in pain. This time it felt much worse than the smaller pangs you’d been having before, you could feel it in your bones. You struggled to breath. You could hear voices all around you, not making sense of any of them you tried to stand up straight but the pain kept you haunched over, normally by this point the pain would have gone away, you took one last shaky breath, your eyes swimming with black blobs, you think you heard Paul shout your name in the background, and then you passed out in someones arms.

-Paul’s POV-

God, she is beautiful. Paul looked you up and down as you walked towards them. His world changing all around him in an instant. It was like the world was brighter, his chest tightened and he grinned like a little kid. He’d finally found his imprint in the form of a girl he’d known of his whole life. Funny how things turned out. He’d always noticed you, thinking you were pretty, but you were a few years younger than him so you didn’t really see each other much. Mainly just in passing or when the res got together for campfires and BBQ’s. Quil was right, you had changed. You were no longer the geeky little girl Paul had grown up around. You were a woman, beautiful, bold, kind, smart, the list was endless. Paul tensed a little, he’d get Quil later for that wolf whistle on the way over here.

Paul had always admired the relationship between Emily and Sam, he’d been waiting and hoping to find his imprint for a while, dating in the mean time to fill the gap of not having found you yet. Every date he went on, he always hoped he’d find you, but it didn’t happen, leaving Paul feeling angry and slightly lonely. He thanked the spirits that he’d finally found you.

He could hear the congrats through the mind link. Leah rolled her eyes, the boys behind him pat him on the back, he was proud. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t realise you were talking to him, when he did, his body tingled, your sweet voice gracing his ears, he thought it was the most heavily sound he’d ever heard, even if you were slightly slurring from the Alcohol. His eyes narrowed on your cocktail glass. Well. He was about to stop that, he didn’t want you to be sick in the morning. He replied to you, but then you were gone, back at the bar getting another drink.

Paul didn’t like it, he watched as the Man-child behind the bar served you too eagerly, when you weren’t looking, the man trying to peak at your boobs. Paul could feel his body heating up, his hands shaking, the wolf itching to get out. He growled out loud which in return had your head turning to look at him. Jakes hands came down on his shoulders telling him to calm down. The last thing he wanted to do was shift in front of you and put you in danger or scare you off. The shaking continued, his vision blurry when all of a sudden his body relaxed in a second, he looked down and saw your smaller frame up against his, your arm linked through his, leaning on him slightly. It gave him feelings he didn’t think he was capable of having, his chest swelled once again. His mate was close to him already, he was hoping she could kind of feel the bond too.

“She’s had a crush on you since forever you idiot.” Leah spoke to him through the shared link, he looked at the female shifter and she rolled her eyes and looked at him like he was oblivious. Which he was. He hadn’t realised, but the news made him even happier. He came back down to earth when he heard Embry asking how many drinks you’d had, the answer.. too many. Paul gently let your arm fall to your side as he went to get you water, giving the guy behind the bar a glare.

“Do yourself a favour, don’t look at my girl ever again or you’ll be serving drinks from a hospital bed are we clear?” Paul growled menacingly, the guy shook his head, fear present in his wide eyes. He returned to you with a smug smile as the guys shook their head. Typical Paul. They’d better get used to it. He watched as you took the water, small sips at a time, then he felt something in his soul. It was a feeling he’d never experienced before, it happened a bit before the screaming started, then he realised the pained noise was coming from you. He panicked, eye going wide, his body going cold as he watched you haunch over in pain. It was like everything happened in slow motion, the glass slipping from your small hands, crashing to the floor with a bang, and then your eyes rolling back, your body going limp and heading for the floor. Paul caught you in a flash, scooping you up in his arms, he knew he had to get you home, the change was getting closer and closer.

It didn’t take long for Leah to gather everything from their shared room. The stuff was packed up in a hurry, practically thrown into the truck bed, Paul lay Y/N down softly in the back, still passed out cold from pain, he was conflicted, did he want to drive to keep you safe or hold onto you in the back seat, Jake could obviously sense his anxiousness when he offered to take the wheel, Leah in no fit state to drive from worry. Embry and Quil ran to the edge of the woods ready to shift and follow the truck home, Jake in the drivers seat, Leah next to him, and Paul climes in next to your sleeping body. He buckled himself in and then buckled you around the waist, your head and chest supported on his legs. God you were going to have so many questions, which he’d answer, just as soon as he got you home to the res. His hand came down and stroked your hair away from your face, so beautiful. He held you until you arrived home, you only stirring a couple of times in pain.

For once, Paul was grateful for Leaches, they brought him to you.

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I actually can't believe how many notes I got straight away for pt1, I honestly thought this was gonna flop. So here you go, pt 2, there will be more parts, im just going to keep writing until I can't anymore! Please let me know if you want to be added to a tag list or anything xxx

CHAPTER 3 ------ CLICK HERE

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ladykatakuri · 3 years

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Girl Time and Lullaby

Pairing: Omega and F Reader friendship

Warnings: None it is female bonding and friendship

Word Count: 1778

Summary: Omega had always been well aware that there was one huge difference between her and her brothers. Something so profoundly different that it set her apart and that did not change until she met you.

Notice: After the disappointing finale of TBB i finished this little lyric work for Omega. I used the text of SleepSsong performed by Secret Garden

Omega had always been well aware that there was one huge difference between her and her brothers. Something so profoundly different that it set her apart and that did not change until she met you.

Working in Cid's bar on Ord Mantell, you had been amused by the sight of a young girl wrapping the men in her life all around her little fingers. Sure, you had seen adult women do this to men and they would get things done that way, but this girl was something else entirely. And with this young girl, it was not just the men that were taken in by her, not even Cid was immune to her charms.

With a bright smile Omega stepped into the bar. “Y/N! We finally got to try out the new Mantell Mix! It is soooooo gooooood. Do you want some as well?” Holding out the carton of the mix that both she and Wrecker always enjoy together after a mission, she beams a big smile at you and offers you to have a taste of it.

You can not help but grin at the beaming smile and the carton that is held out to you by this young girl. Her enthusiasm and her sweet demeanor make her easily loveable and like it or not, she has you wrapped around at the very least one finger as well. Grabbing a few pieces of the mix you taste them and hum in approval of the new taste. “That does taste very good.”

Happy with the approval of her new favorite taste, Omega turns around to her brother who followed close behind her. “Wrecker, next time we should also take a carton of mix for her. She likes the taste as well.”

Wrecker smiles his famous, beaming smile as he nods, popping yet another hand of mix into his mouth. “Uhuh kid! Sure will. It's getting late, we should go grab some sleep.”

“You forgot Wrecker? Omega will be staying with me tonight. It's girls night.” With an exaggerated wink you grin at Omega. “You ready sweety?”

Omega nods as she moves to get behind the bar. “Yep, all ready! I just wish we had taken some more of the new mix with us.”

Wrecker looks at you and Omega one more time as he turns around and leaves the bar. “Have fun kid! Take good care of her Y/N!”

Omega waves at him one more time and then turns to look at you. “When are we going?”

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

Loo-li, loo-li, loo-li lai-lay

Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby

Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay

After you had cleaned the bar, with some help from Omega, the two of you left for your small apartment only a few steps away from Cid bar. It was your little kingdom in a world that has been in disarray for a while. Your little refuge and now you could share it for a night with a young girl that could really do with some female company.

Girls night would be a welcome change for someone who has been raised between aliens and clones. Granted, the clones did not have it any easier, far from it, but for a young and impressionable girl, being raised by an alien race to be a medic and who knows what else was planned? She could seriously do with at the very least a sisterly bond and you were more than welcoming to the idea.

When the two of you had settled into your apartment, Omega put a fresh set of clothing in the bedroom and all the snacks and drinks were set on the table close at hand, you were ready for some cheesy holo`s and whatever you could think of. Before you knew it, Omega was trying out every way possible to do your hair while you were scrolling through pictures of cute haircuts for Omega. Inspired by the latest in a string of short movies, you struck up conversation about her need for some new clothes. The fresh set she had brought with her, were actually nothing more than a set of blacks and the standard outfit you were used to from her.

“It's decided then, tomorrow we will go shopping. I know some small shops around that might have just what we need for you Megs.”

Happy with the plans for the next day, Omega nods, grabs a snack and snuggles next to you on the couch. You grab a corner of the blanket that you had spread on the couch and draw it over the two of you. “Ohhh this is my favorite. That guy? He will have to find a way to lift a curse that is keeping him and the love of his life apart. He turns into a wolf at night and she turns into a hawk during the day.” Together you watch the movie, eating snacks and having soft drinks. Sometimes you giggle together or comment on what happens.

Before you both realized it, it had gotten late and time to sleep. Humming, you motion for Omega to follow you to the bedroom where you brushed your teeth in the fresher and got ready to change. A sudden gasp from Omega has you turn around. “Lula! Look, Y/N, Wrecker packed Lula.”

The stuffed Tooka doll that both Wrecker and Omega still care for greatly as if it were a living thing, is now held against Omega`s chest as if it were a fragile child or pet. You softly hum as you take in the scene.

“I suppose Wrecker wanted to make sure you would feel at ease here Megs.”

Omega nods as she puts the doll down on the bed. “Lula has something comforting. I guess we both just need to have that sometimes and it is the last thing we have from our home.”

Kamino, the planet that was home to her and her brothers for as long as she could remember. The place where they had all been bred for war and whatever other reasons there were to create so many clones. And now it was the last place they would ever want to go, because it would most likely mean imprisonment and a certain death. You feel for the young girl and her band of brothers. Actually, you feel for all the men who were born there and might never have a real home to call their own, with the way things are going in this galaxy.

“What is that melody you have been humming Y/N? It sounds nice.” Omega yawns as she asks and rubs her eyes.

“It is a lullaby from long ago sweetheart. Come, lay down and I'll sing some for you. I don't have the best of voices, but it is the thought that counts right?” You tap the bed and help Omega settle in. As she lays down you stroke her hair and begin to softly hum and sing the words.

And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow

Bless you with love for the road that you go

May you sail far to the far fields of fortune

With diamonds and pearls at your head and your feet

And may you need never to banish misfortune

May you find kindness in all that you meet

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

As you hum and sing the words, Omega yawns once more and slowly her eyes close. Her breathing becomes deeper and deeper, each passing second as her body relaxes under the gentle stroking of her hair. Then, she softly snores for a second and you know the girl is in a deep sleep. Pulling up the blanket you smile at the little figure under it.

“Sweet dreams Megs.” Carefully, as not to wake her, you stand up and walk back to the living room to clean up the last bits of snacks and drinks. When your comm beeps you grin, already knowing very well who it is that is checking in at this time.

“She is deep asleep Hunter, no need to worry about that.”

You hear a deep chuckle from the other side before the man actually speaks up. “Guess I am that predictable then?”

“You all are. I know for sure that the others are listening in on this.” They can hear the smile in your voice as you speak. “Reporting in Sarge! Megs and I had a nice girls night, she is deep asleep now and tomorrow morning, after breakfast, we will be doing some much needed shopping after which I will be returning her safe and sound to you lot.”

“Thanks Y/N. Omega needed some time with someone … Well, not like us. You know, soldiers.” You can practically hear him think about how to explain what he thought Omega needed. She needed a female presence around sometimes to help her with the more girly things and you had taken her under your wing when you met for the first time.

“No problem guys. I will get her some new clothes and some other items she will need when on board of the Marauder. When we are done I will take her back to Cids bar to meet up with you all.”

After you finished your conversation, you go back to the bedroom where Omega is still deep asleep, clutching Lula to her chest. You dim the light as you crawl in yourself. It had been a nice evening with Omega and the day to come would bring some nice time away from the usual missions as well for Omega and a day away from bar duties for you. Softly humming the last few sentences of the lullaby you sang to Omega, you drift off to sleep thinking about the family you left behind on your travels and the new family you had found in the most unlikely of places. A strange family of clones you began to love deeply and the friends you made while working in the bar.

May you bring love and may you bring happiness

Be loved in return to the end of your days

Now fall off to sleep, I'm not meaning to keep you

I'll just sit for a while and sing loo-li, lai-lay

May there always be angels to watch over you

To guide you each step of the way

To guard you and keep you safe from all harm

Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay, loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay

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