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neteyam x female!reader
this takes place in the forest before the RDA comes and ruins everything. 😒 however in this story the RDA doesn’t exist just because of how much pain they put me in😋
neteyam remembers every detail when it comes to y/n.
he remembers meeting her. he remembers the look she had on her face when she caught him saying “i’m a mighty fisherman” to himself after successfully catching a fish.
he remembers it all.
one special memory he will forever remember, would be when the two of them finally were able to get their ikrans.
the two of them were ecstatic. they were about 14 years old (making this up bc idk when neteyam got his ikran).
as soon as they were given the “ok” to finally meet their banshee. the two started to sprint down the path to the hallelujah mountains.
neteyam remembers tugging at y/n’s tail as she walked infront of him. he remembers the eye rolls she would constantly give him, as if she wasn’t bursting with excitement as well.
when the two finally made it to where the ikrans were settled down at. they were nervous. obviously.
the entire sully family tagged along to watch neteyam earn his flying partner. they even came to cheer on y/n.
except lo’ak and kiri had a bet on who would be faster in succeeding.
neteyam decided to go first. not because he didn’t have faith if y/n… but because if anything bad we’re to happen, he would want it to happen to him first and not her.
neteyam slowly walked into the area that was surrounded by the multiple different colored banshees.
as he walked some flew away, at first he started to worry he wasn’t ready. until he saw it. one banshee started to stalk up to him and hiss.
it then clicked for neteyam. this one was his.
neteyam was quick on his feet to the point where nobody saw him create the bond with his ikran with how fast he actually was.
the only thing they saw was the ikran calming down and seeing neteyam perched on top of his new animal.
“fly neteyam! the first flight seals the bond!” y/n shouted, finally snapping out of the shock of seeing neteyam succeed so quickly.
the sully family plus y/n watched as neteyam shot his ikran through the air. he was flying so gracefully it seemed as if he’s been flying for years.
a few moments later neteyam landed his ikran near everyone with a proud smile on his face.
he jumped off of his new flying partner and walked towards y/n.
he saw how her tail was twitching with nerves. he saw the slight fear in her eyes.
he sighed as he walked forward to her. ignoring his family’s eyes.
“everything will be fine. we’re all right here for you if anything happens… i’m right here if anything happens” he started off strong but then ended in a whisper.
he placed his forehead on top of hers as she took a deep breath.
“ok. ok. i got this. oh eywa give me strength” she whispered to herself as she started to walk into the den.
she slowly continued through, seeing all of the banshees that were avoiding her.
she started to get discouraged and even more nervous.
‘what if i don’t find my ikran? what if i’m not ready?’ she thought while scanning the area.
then she finally heard a hiss from behind her.
she whipped her head around as her ears perked up. she saw a beautifully colored dark blue ikran with lighter blue spots spreading along its wings.
it would look even more beautiful if it wasn’t hissing at her.
y/n quickly reacted and started to swing the rope she would eventually use to tie to mouth shut.
the ikran went to pounce on her, but she side stepped around the giant creature. the rope twisting around the mouth to prevent being bitten.
although that would be an interesting first impression!
the banshee tried to scream but quickly realized they were prevented from doing so. the creature spread its wings in hopes of getting the na’vi away from it.
however y/n was determined to make this one hers.
while this is all happening neteyam is being held back by his mother. (i’m a firm believer in neteyam being a mommas boy)
he was frightened something was going to happen and he wouldn’t be able to reach her in time.
his eyes went back and forth from her to the ikran and back again.
he was terrified of losing her.
however the feeling of nervousness went away as soon as he saw y/n jump onto the ikran and grab the queue. she reached around her shoulder to grab her braid in order to make the bond.
she was holding herself steady on the ikran by squeezing her thighs around the creatures neck.
everyone watched in anticipation as the bond wad formed and the ikran started to calm down from underneath her.
y/n was stuck panting on top as she was finally able to breathe without worrying.
neteyam let out a gigantic sigh of relief at the sight of y/n succeeding.
“first flight seals the bond! go!” neytiri shouted with a huge smile on her face.
y/n quickly shot into the sky with her new banshee.
neteyam turned around to hop back onto his ikran to catch up to her.
neytiri looked at her eldest son for a second and glanced back towards jake. she held a slight smirk on her face. lo’ak and kiri we’re arguing about the bet they made and how they should’ve included rules. jake was speechless at how fast the two teens were able to bond with their ikrans.
his ego was a little bruised since he took so much longer.
neteyam was gracefully soaring through the mountains trying to catch a glimpse of y/n’s flying figure, except no matter where he looked she was nowhere to be found.
he started to get anxious.
‘what if she fell? what if she couldn’t control her ikran and something happened?”
“y/n!! where are you!” neteyam shouted, his voice full of worry.
“i’m right here you skxawng.” y/n voiced.
neteyam looked above him to see her flying upside down. her hair completely loose in the air. a bright smile upon her face.
she then flew the banshee beside neteyams so they were side by side together.
“isn’t this great! now we can go flying whenever we want!” she excitedly stated.
neteyam held a soft look on his face as he saw her excitement.
she kept rambling about all of the things they could do and all of the places they could now go to. she kept on saying how they could fly to open waters and go swimming, have races, see the stars while being in the air.
he would do all of those things and more if it meant being with her.
for the rest of the night the two kept flying, enjoying each other’s company and the calmness of the cool air.
the two eventually made their way back to the forest, but not without racing first.
long story short… y/n won.
only because neteyam wanted to see her smile longer.
this would forever be one of neteyams best memories of them together.
he knew they would always do things together.
everyone in the forest knew they always do things together. that’s just how it’s always been.
y/n and neteyam together.
always.
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PLEASE READ! info for future fic!!
i think i’m gonna make a fic where the reader is already the mate to one of the characters.
i just have no idea who yet.
it could be literally ANYONE from avatar i do not care who!
comment down who you guys want me to write abt please. i need to know.
i love you guys!
~S!
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Hey, you. Yes, you. I'd like to have a minute of your time to tell you about a Blue's Clues character that Nickelodeon wants you to forget about. Buckle up, this is long.
Her name is Green Puppy, and this is what she looks like:
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[Image ID: An image of Green Puppy from Blue’s Clues. She is at school, sitting on a rug and surrounded by knocked-down blocks.]
See, isn't she adorable? In the original Blue's Clues, she and Blue met on a bit of a bad note. Green Puppy knocked down Blue's block tower in the episode "Blue's Sad Day". But during that episode, she and Blue made up and became friends, so you'd think that she'd be treated like any of Blue's other friends, right?
Well, as it happens, when the reboot Blue's Clues & You came along, all of Blue's classmates returned eventually. Magenta, Orange Kitten, Purple Kangaroo, even Periwinkle...but wait, where's Green Puppy?
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[Image ID: A photo of the Little Golden Book “Blue’s Clues School Day”. It is opened to a page where Blue, Josh, Magenta, Purple Kangaroo, and Orange Kitten are standing outside of school. The page has a line that says “All our friends are here”. I have circled the word “all” and drawn a red arrow pointing to it for emphasis]
Alas, Green Puppy wasn't included in the reboot.
But what about the episode where Blue's block tower gets knocked down? Surely, when they remade that episode, Green Puppy had to reprise her role?
Nope. They replaced her with Magenta.
Then, what about the episode "Colors Everywhere", where Blue wanted to add Green Puppy to her painting of friends? Green Puppy was the answer to Blue's Clues in that episode. So when they remade that episode for the reboot, she had to have come back in some capacity, right?
Magenta. They replaced her with Magenta again.
[Image ID: Green Puppy and Blue are together. They are sitting in front of a painting. Blue is painting Green Puppy.]
Now, it might be easy to write Green Puppy off as "a little mean", given how she was introduced. But personally, I believe her existence as a character was very important. Almost everyone as a kid had a moment where they'd gotten a little overexcited about something, leading them to do something that accidentally hurt another kid's feelings. Green Puppy represents that.
Plus, she and Blue got along wonderfully after that episode. Like in the episode "Blocks", where Blue invites Green Puppy over just to knock towers of blocks over as a physics demonstration:
[Image ID: A gif of Green Puppy unevenly stacking blocks on a tower, deliberately causing it to topple. When it falls, she looks proud.]
Or how about Blue and Green Puppy playing on the swing at school together?
[Image ID: A gif of Blue using her long ears to push Green Puppy on a swingset.]
What about the holiday episode, where Blue gets her a self-knocking-over tower of blocks as a Christmas present?
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[Image ID: A screencap from the episode “Blue’s Big Holiday”. Blue is watching with excitement as Green Puppy opens her gift, which is a self-knocking-over tower of blocks. The blocks are now knocked over, and Green Puppy looks like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen in her life.]
Or when she celebrated fall with Blue and Periwinkle?
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[Image ID: Joe, Green Puppy, Blue, Periwinkle, Mr. Salt, and Mrs. Pepper are at an apple orchard. They are holding apples and wearing sweaters that match their signature colors.]
Or when she participated in the big parade with the rest of Blue's classmates?
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[Image ID: Blue, Green Puppy, and Magenta are having a makeshift parade using pots & pans, party hats, and a wagon. Orange Kitten, Mr. Salt, Mrs. Pepper, and Paprika are watching excitedly, cheering them on.]
Or Blue's Big Musical Movie, where Green Puppy gets to dance in the big show with everyone?
[Image ID: A gif of Blue’s Big Musical Movie. Several of Blue’s housemates and classmates are on stage together.]
In the iconic episode "Blue Takes You to School", plus the tie-in book AND the tie-in PC game, Green Puppy was featured just as much as Blue's other classmates:
[Image ID: Periwinkle, Orange Kitten, and Green Puppy are playing with boats in water together. Periwinkle, however, is holding a toy helicopter.]
If THAT’S not enough to convince you, Green Puppy even got TWO of her own books: “I’m Sorry” and “Green Puppy Goes to the Dentist”.
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[Image ID: An image from the Blue’s Clues book “I’m Sorry”, with the text edited out. A basket of strawberries, a hand drawn card, and a pile of flowers are sitting on the ground as Green Puppy and Magenta give each other a big hug.]
If that’s not enough evidence for you that she’s important, how about the fact she got her own figurine?
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[Image ID: A figurine of Green Puppy. She is holding a blue lunchbox and an apple.]
She even got her own plush!
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[Image ID: A plush of Green Puppy. Her tongue is sticking out.]
So why was Green Puppy chucked out like trash when it came time for the reboot? Orange Kitten and Purple Kangaroo survived, and they're both considered "obscure" characters, just like her.
If I've gotten your interest now, and you want to know what you can do? Talk about her. Create fanart. Create memes. Together, we can make sure Green Puppy isn't forgotten.
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Smutmas Day 19
“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC
🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI
690 words
Warning: semi public fondling, bondage, spanking, name calling, rough, possessive, unprotected p-in-v sex
She and Sebastian had been invited to a Hogwarts alumni gala. The proceeds would go to charity for muggle born witches and wizards to get scholarships for magical educations.
They had gladly attended the event and took joy in dressing up all fancy and proper to join some of their old classmates for such a good cause. Sebastian looked incredible in his tux and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him.
She also looked stunning in a gown that matched her house colors, hair done up into an elegant updo befitting a princess. Sebastian had even told her she looked like a princess.
He looked like her very own prince which had her giving him a fair amount of attention and flirty looks. He grinned, fully able to read the lusty expression she wore on her face as they danced and chatted amongst friends.
While dancing she was pressed so tightly against him, sliding her hips across his in the perfect teasing manner, causing his fingers to dig into the soft skin of her hip in warning. In a deep husky tone he leaned in and whispered. “You better start behaving. Don’t make me take you home and punish you for riling me up in front of all our friends.”
She smiled innocently. Tossing him the sweetest, most innocent look she could muster. She proceeded to do anything but behave. Grinding even more against him while music blared around them or teasing her fingers up the inside of his solid thigh as they sat and talked with friends.
By the end of the night Sebastian was well past worked up and the moment they appareated home he had her bent over the couch, pulling off her dress in the process.
She knew all her teasing would eventually have her end up here and as much as his crazed hurry to get his revenge scared her, it excited her more than anything. She loved when Sebastian became like this, crazed with lust just for her.
A man on a mission to release the pent up need for her that he harbored all night at the gala. He kept her bent over the couch fully naked but still dolled up with her jewelry and such.
He pulled her arms behind her back and tied them together with his bow tie. His suit was still on but his pants were far enough down that his throbbing, angry erection stood straight out in front of him, awaiting her heat.
He spanked her across one ass cheek harshly. “You better be greatful I need to fuck you so bad or I’d make this perfect round ass so red with all my fucking handprints, princess. Although you’d like that wouldn’t you, being covered in my marks like a pretty little slut.”
She moaned pitifully as he thrust into her soaking wet pussy. She was already a dripping mess when he tugged off her underwear. “That’s right baby, feel how tight and wet you are around my cock. Your pussy was made for me. Gonna remind you what it’s like to be my little slut since you think it’s fun to tease me all night like you’re in charge.”
Her fingers dug into the couch cushions as she braced herself, allowing him to plow into her and use her exactly like he said. All she could do was lay there over the couch and take it while he used her soaking wet pussy.
He’d brought her to two orgasms by having her reach between her legs and thrum her clit. He was building her up on a third, sweat dripping from his brow as he held back his own till she came again around him.
Only once she released did he finally bury himself within her walls allow himself to fill her with thick ropes of his cum. After coming down from his high he pulled himself from her and watched a glob of his cum drip from her before spanking her ass again. “Should be a good reminder of who’s in charge.”
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy smut#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#writing challenge#smutmas 2023#smutmas#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanfiction#sebastian sallow smut
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Burst of Color
Based on this request: Oh! Could we get a Mycroft Soulmate AU (fem!reader) but like Enemies-to-Lovers style? Soulmate Trope of first touch, world burst into color kind of thing?
Here you are! I apologize for the wait! *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!*
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Warnings: Soulmate AU, Enemies-to-Lovers, Trapped Together, Angsty, slight fluff?
Pairings/Characters: Mycroft Holmes x fem!reader, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson.
Mycroft Holmes was cynical about quite a bit in life, but none so much as the idea of soulmates. The fact that one solitary touch could bind you to someone forever was utterly ridiculous. The idea of being so…enamored with someone simply because fate decided to put two people together was merely another waste of time by Mycroft's thinking. And what if that one person happens to be someone you cannot stand? Such as Mycroft and you.
It wasn't that Mycroft hated you, exactly. He wouldn't waste time on such a thing. But the two of you often got on like oil and water. Two clashing personalities. You were merely another goldfish in a large school of them and Mycroft knew for a fact that you found him quite a "pompous arse". Those had been your exact words to him. If debating with you didn't thrill him so much, Mycroft would never interact with you at all. At least that's what he told himself until the day Sherlock requested his help with a case. And yours.
"Why did I agree to this again?" you asked when Sherlock escorted both you and Mycroft to the crime scene. Or what he told you was a crime scene. "You agreed due to your insatiable curiosity, Y/N," Sherlock replied to your grumbled question. You rolled your eyes as Mycroft let you enter the room after Sherlock. "And because you didn't tell me your brother would be here," you muttered to Sherlock when you caught up to him. Sherlock didn't reply, instead choosing to head into another small room.
Just outside the door, Sherlock stopped and gestured for you and Mycroft to enter first. "Sherlock, what is this?" Mycroft asked, testily. The older Holmes' answer came in the form of the door closing and locking behind you. You raced forward and tried the door. "Sherlock? Open the door!" you growled out. "I don't believe I will," came Sherlock's annoyingly smooth voice from the other side. You turned and gestured to Mycroft as if to say, "Will you do something about this?"
"I'm afraid there is no reasoning with Sherlock once he's set his mind to something." You groaned a bit and mumbled something under your breath. Mycroft took notice of your body language. Contrary to how you were speaking, you weren't angry. Mycroft could tell. In fact, you seemed almost…nervous.
"Any idea as to why your brother locked us in here?" you asked after a moment. Mycroft paused to think, only for another voice to float through the door. "We're tired of the two of you whingeing about one another! So you'll be locked until you can speak to each other without fighting or complaining."
"Quite a brilliant idea from Watson, truly," Sherlock added to Watson's order. You took a deep breath and looked ready to ram the door down if necessary. "No need to be dramatic, Y/N," Mycroft said smoothly as he adjusted this tie. You glared at him but opted to stay quiet this time. Instead, you took to pacing the room as your mind tried to work out a way to escape your current prison with the elder Holmes brother. Mycroft watched your grey form walk back and forth across the floor, your brows furrowed in concentration. It was actually quite adorable.
"Do believe your incessant pacing will free us?" he asked, earning another glare from you. You stopped in front of him with your hands on your hips. "I don't see you doing anything to help," you retorted. Mycroft merely scoffed. "Sherlock and Doctor Watson will eventually grow tired of their game and will open the door. All we need to do is bide our time."
For some reason, Mycroft's words seemed to anger you further. "Can you stop being so damn calm and calculated for once?! Show a little emotion, Mycroft. Your own brother is playing games with you. You can't tell me that doesn't annoy you at least a little." Mycroft let out a little laugh.
"My dear, I am always annoyed with Sherlock in one way or another. You simply grow used to his antics and learn that it is best to let some things lie." You shook your head and turned to begin pacing yet again. "I just don't understand you Holmes men. I mean, really how-" Your sentence was cut short by you tripping over your own two feet. As if on instinct, Mycroft's arm shot out so he could grab you before your face could hit the floor. The moment his hand made contact, however, he nearly let you fall anyway.
Where the world had been varying shades of grey before, it was now filled with colors so brilliant and vibrant, Mycroft almost needed to close his eyes against them. After a split second, he glanced down at you to find your eyes screwed shut like you were still anticipating your body landing on the floor.
"Open your eyes," Mycroft ordered softly. You did and gasped when, Mycroft assumed, you saw your world was now in color too. Mycroft helped you to you to stand up straight. You let your eyes wander the room for a moment before they landed on Mycroft yet again. The two of you stared at one another for what felt like hours, just taking everything in.
"This is…quite unexpected," Mycroft finally managed to say. You laughed softly. "That's a understatement. Of all the people, I never would have guessed you would be my soulmate. After all, I'm simply a goldfish, right?" Mycroft sighed, wishing he had cigarette right then and there. "My dear Y/N…" You shook your head and stepped further away from him. "No. You hate me. I hate you. That dynamic works for us. It always has. This-This," you cut off with a sigh as tears formed in your eyes. "It's wrong," you managed to say after a moment.
"And yet, it seems, it is true. You and I are soulmates," Mycroft finished your thought. You rolled your eyes. "You don't do attachment or sentiment, Mycroft. I crave it." You moved to try the door again. You needed to get out of there before you really did begin crying in front of Mycroft.
"Y/N, have you ever taken a moment to consider that, perhaps, I have hidden the depths of my own emotions to shield myself from those around me that may hurt me? Contrary to your beliefs, I do in fact feel very deeply and while we do not often get along, I do not hate you. Knowing what I now do, I imagine it might well be impossible for me to do so."
"But could you love me? Even platonically? I mean, really love me despite all my flaws?" you questioned intently. When Mycroft didn't answer, you nodded to yourself before approaching the door again. "Think about it, Mycroft. Take time and really think about what your heart is capable of when it comes to me. I'll do the same then we'll speak again."
Mycroft watched as you knocked on the door again. "Sherlock. Please," you pleaded just loudly enough for the younger Holmes to hear. "I can." You froze at Mycroft's soft words, "I can love you. I am not an easy man to get along with, let alone to love, but you make me feel things I did not think possible. I fooled myself into believing that I didn’t want or need a soulmate. But I confess my life would be rather dull and lifeless without you in it."
For a moment, you stayed silent. Then, a ghost of a smile appeared on your lips. "Thank you, Mycroft. I-I suppose there are worse people I could have as my soulmate. Sherlock comes to mind." Mycroft tried not to smile. Really he did, but he couldn't stop the soft chuckle that escaped his lips.
(a/n: I hope you like it! I'm a sucker for a Soulmate AU with as many tropes shoved in that makes sense as possible.)
Forever Tags: @fizzyxcustard @supernatural4life2022
Fandom Tags are OPEN!
Mycroft Holmes Tags: @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek
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Wally x Reader - An Unforeseen Friendship Pt.3
GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!
Part 1 - Part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - You
WARNING: Sorry!! This one is way longer than the others!!!
Came the next day, you ran into an issue. You had to go shopping for Wally. He needed more clothes, shoes, socks, underwear, a comb, a stepping stool, and a small training toilet. Something he could reach in time to use the restroom. He needed a brush for washing, and fabric cleaner, for his skin?
He needed quite a bit, and you were willing to get it for him, but.... that's where the issue came in. Wally had Separation Anxiety, and he wanted to come along. You didn't mind, but people wouldn't react too friendly to a walking, talking puppet. They'll point, film, and call him all sorts of names, they'll probably overwhelm him, and would even try to steal him for a quick buck. You couldn't let that happen. So you had to come up with something.
You decided to place him in your backpack, it was the only comfortable thing you could think of that'll let him be with you but unseen. So, you told him to get dressed while you went and fetched your backpack. You looked through your closet, looking for your old-school backpack. "Come on, come one. Don't tell me I threw it away." You said in a desperate tone. You had a worried look on your face, as you shuffled through the clothes.
Your hand came across some rather thick fabric and hope lit up in you, you grabbed it and pulled it toward you, seeing the familiar color, and you smiled. "BINGO!!" You said happily, you reached in, unhooking the back from the hanger, and you pulled it out. You stared down at it, memories from your teenage days as a high schooler running through your mind and you smiled. "Man, I never thought I'll be using this again so soon." You said.
"So many memories... and now... I'm about to make newer memories with this thing." You said as you looked back at Wally. He was currently buttoning up his shirt, and he was standing in front of the full-body mirror, adjusting his collar. He then noticed you in the mirror and he smiled and waved at you. You smiled and waved back at him. You then looked back down at the bag and sighed. "Whelp here's to a new chapter in my life." You said before you unzipped it.
You helped Wally tie up his shoes, as he said that he didn't really know how to. So you helped him tie them, along with his cute little neck scarf. He had it tied, but it was sloppy, so you untied it and tied it better, You smiled as you ran your hands over his small shoulders. "There, all dressed!!" You said. He smiled up at you. "Thanks, (Y/N)!!" He thanked you, and you beamed at him. "You're welcome, Wally!" You said.
You then placed the bag on the floor, holding it open for him. You looked at him with a questionable gaze, sizing him up. You nodded in confidence. "Wally, do you think you can fit in this bag?" You asked him. He looked down at it for a moment, before he walked up to it and he tried getting in it. You watched him take a few positions, trying to get in comfortably, and he eventually figured something out. He was a bit cramped, but he wouldn't be in there for too long. You already made a mental note to get him a stroller to put him in.
You couldn't think of anything else that would work for him, so a stroller would do until something better came along. He sat down in the bag sideways, his knees bent up to his chest and he gave you a thumbs up. "I think I fit." He said, and you smiled. "Good!! This way, we can travel together." You said, and he beamed at you. "You're so nice, (Y/N)." He said. You smiled at him sweetly. "Thank you, Wally. You're nice too, and cute!!" You said as you lightly tickled him under his chin and he giggled. "That tickles!!" He said joyfully. You smiled at him.
You then looked over at the couch, seeing a stack of plain paper with markers. You walked over to the couch, picked the items up and you came back over toward the backpack. Wally watched you curiously. You crouched back down next to him. "Here you go, Wally. You can draw everything you see while we're out, okay." You told him as you gave him the items. He smiled brightly as he accepted the items. "I get to draw?" He asked. You nodded. "Yup, your draw while I shop, but you have to stay quiet, and keep the backpack zipped up, you can show me everything once we're home, okay?" You told him.
He seemed happy with that arrangement as he beamed up at you. "Okay, I'll draw lots of things." He said, popping a cap off he began drawing. You smiled, zipping up the bag, you left a gap big enough for him to see and breathe out of, and with that, you threw on your backpack, grabbed your keys, hit the lights and you left. You walked to your car, having to pick up quite a load while you'll be out. You placed the bag down gently in the back seat and unzipped the bag. Wally looked at you confusedly.
"I'm going to keep the bag unzipped while we drive okay? But only in the car, in public, we zip up okay?" You explained to him, and he nodded. "Okay." He said before he went back to drawing. You smiled, pulling the seat belt around him to keep him safe. You made a mental note to get him a car seat too. It'll be more comfortable for him so that the seatbelt won't hurt him. Once you strapped him in, you closed the car door, getting into the front seat, you closed your own door, locking it before you sighed.
You leaned back into your seat and you sat there. 'I feel like I'm caring for a baby.' You thought. 'But, a baby with the understanding of like a 12-year-old in a way.... it's strange.' You thought as you shook your head. You looked in the rearview mirror, seeing Wally happily coloring away, and you smiled. "At least it won't be so quiet and boring anymore, right?" You said aloud. Wally looked over at you and you smiled. You said nothing as you sat up straight, started the car up, placed your seat belt on and you backed up. "Here's to a new life." You said before you drove off.
Wally watched in wonder, as the clouds zoomed by quickly. "The clouds are going somewhere." He said. You shook your head. "The clouds aren't going anywhere, Wally it's us going somewhere." You said, he nodded at your words. "Are they going to be at home? When we get back?" He asked. You shook your head and smiled at his adorable question, but you decided to humor him. "Yes, Wally. The clouds will be at home waiting for us." You said, he smiled at your words as he watched the clouds. "That's good." He said before he went back to drawing. You smiled at him, before you focused back on the road, heading to your nearest Walmart.
The trip to the store was simple and easy, Wally listened to instructions very well. The first thing you bought was a stroller. There were so many to choose from but you didn't like the prices here. You nearly fainted when you saw the prices. "$399.99!? ARE THEY OUT OF THEIR MINDS!?" You said in astonishment. "Yeah no, I'll find something better for cheaper." You said as you left the baby section. You wanted to go ahead a grab the boy's clothes since you were already here, but you wanted Wally to be comfortable, so you'll wait on clothes.
You walked to the sports sections, seeing something on a TV show years ago, you thought it was cute, but you didn't know if it even still existed. You looked through the area, seeing all the sports items, and a kid's bike with training wheels caught your attention. 'That'll be nice for Wally.' You thought as you could imagine him playing on the bike in the backyard. You saved the thought, promising to buy him one once you had better money. You looked around the bike area, and your eyes gleamed with happiness once you say it.
"YES!! THEY STILL HAVE THEM!!" You celebrated as you trotted over to the bike trailer. It was made of strong plastic, and it was a pretty orange one. You wished they had blue, but this will do. You pulled it down and looked through it, and you saw that it had a small seat in it, and plenty of pockets on the inside and outside, it even had cupholders inside and out. "This is perfect!" You said. seeing that it had a handlebar on it to push made you even happier. The price was much more reasonable too. "$119.99. That's way better." You said. You bought the trailer immediately.
You wheeled it out to your car, opened the backdoor, placed your back down on the seat gently and you unzipped the bag. Wally looked up at your immediately, your happy smile was the first thing he saw and he smiled at you. "Hi, (Y/n)." He said. "Hi, Wally." You replied. You turned away from him, getting the trailer ready for him to sit in. He looked at you, trying to peek around you curiously. "What are you doing (Y/N)?" He asked you. You stayed quiet, focusing on the task at hand, and you smiled once it was ready. You looked back at him and you smiled.
"Ready to get out of the backpack?" You asked him, he lost his curious face and he smiled as he nodded excitedly. He was much happier in the trailer. He was enjoying himself greatly. You had buckled the seat belt that was in the trailer, and you zipped it up, it naturally came with breathing holes. You happily pushed the trailer around, it also had a basket on the back of it, so you'll almost never need a grocery cart!!
Going straight to the clothing section. You bought him 5 button-up shirts, each a different color. 3 short sleeves and 2 long sleeves. He was already wearing a long-sleeved one, so you just wanted to keep a balance for him. You bought him 3 cardigans, all different colors, and 5 bottoms. 3 pairs of shorts and 2 pairs of pants, all different colors. You bought him new shoes, all slip-on, and all different colors. You even got him a pack of 5 pairs of underwear.
The price? "$81.59, Not too bad, could be cheaper, but it's needed." You said. You even got him a little belt. Next was for his daily care. A brush to wash himself, a comb for his hair, a stepping stool, and fabric cleaner for his.. skin? The price? "$31.77, Now that's much more like it!" You said. You bought everything in bundles, making it easier on you mentally, if you got it all at once, the price would make you put it all back. So you bought things, and you placed the bags in your car.
You made a mental note to buy another basket to add to your trailer, you were already addicted to the thing. The next thing to tackle was entertainment. Wally liked to draw, color, and read. So you bought him 2 coloring books, of his choice. He wanted Sesame Street and Mickey Mouse!! You even got him a sketchbook, for him to freely color whatever he wanted. You bought him a washable and fabric-safe paint set of twelve colors, and you got him loads of different types of paintbrushes, washable markers, and crayons. You got him some safety scissors, some glue sticks, and some cute little cutout shapes that he could trace.
You smiled down at his little arts and craft collection and you felt like a successful caretaker. You then looked up and you happen to see a play set. One was of fake foods, one was of fake dishes and one was a small buildable table set. You bit your lips, looking at the prices of each individual set, weighing the weight of your wallet in your pocket.... "The price was $118.78...ugh, the things I do for love." You said as you swiped your card.
You walked back over to the baby section, you honestly dreaded this part, the prices over here were insane and you didn't want to even look at their car seats. By the stroke of god, you found one for only $59.98, you swear that you could hear the heavens singing when you picked up the car seat. "I must be going something right, for luck is on my side!!" You cheered. You carried the car seat to your car, opened the back door you set the seat up, trying to remember how to strap it in, it wasn't too complicated, and within one time, was buckled in. You tighten the strap and turned around, unzipping the trailer, Wally looked up at you.
You smiled at him. "Ready to go home, Wally?" You asked him, he nodded happily, trying to unbuckle his seat belt. You smiled at him as you helped him unbuckle it, he climbed out and climbed into the car, you had to give him a little boost. "Sit right here, Wally." You told him. He looked at the car seat, and he claimed into the car seat. It was cute watching him climb into it. Once he was seated, you buckled him in, you had to struggle for a bit, trying to finger out how to tighten him in, and you found it. It was behind the car seat and you rolled your eyes, but you didn't complain. Once he was safely strapped in, you reached into one of the bags and you pulled out his coloring books.
"Which one do you want, Wally?" You asked him as you presented to books to him. He immediately picked Sesame Street one and you smiled. You turned to fold up the trailer, getting ready to put it away, until Wally asked you something. "(Y/n)? Can we get some apples?" He asked you, and your eyes widen as you froze. Back in the store, you bought Wally quite a bit of apples. You got other fruits too. Pinaaples, watermelon slices, bananas, cantaloupe, grapes, strawberries, and oranges.
You bought some other foods as well, baked goods, more sugar, and flower, boxes of macaroni, a bag of rice, some ground beef, some spices, seasoning, eggs, butter, milk, oatmeal, coffee, creamer, bacon, and some snacks. You got Wally some fruit snacks, rice crispies, and some animal crackers. He was happy to get a snack. Once that was done, you were able to actually strap Wally into his car seat, break down the trailer, and drive home. On the way there, you and Wally enjoyed the ride in silence, the light music on the radio played.
When you got to the red light, you nearly cursed aloud when you realized that you forgot to get him something to read. "Darn, I forgot your reading books, Wally." You told him. He looked up from his coloring. "That's okay. I like the paper batter." He said. You looked at the rearview mirror in confusion. 'The paper?' You thought. "The newspaper, Wally?" You asked him, and he nodded. "It's how I keep up with the others." He said. You looked at him in confusion, but the sound of honking made you focus on the road, your light turned green.
You drove home, deep in thought about what Wally said, and you realized. 'I get a newspaper every morning, but I never read it.' You thought. 'I'll give it to Wally from now on, he'll like that, plus it saves me money.' You thought. You were pulled from your thoughts when Wally spoke to you. "Thank you, (y/N)." He said. You looked at him in the mirror before you looked back at the road. "For what, Wally?" You asked him. "For taking care of me." He said. You smiled, your heart warning at his words. "You're welcome, Wally." You said. He then spoke again, and it caught your attention. "You're like, Poppy. I miss Poppy." He said, you looked at him in the mirror, seeing the sad look on his face.
"Oh yeah? Who's Poppy?" You asked him. "She's a friend of mine.... she was my friend." He said. His voice sounded sad and slightly distant. You felt sorry for him. "What happened to her?" You asked. He didn't say anything for a while, so you decided to drop it, about to change the subject to music when you heard a song come on, but then he spoke again. "She vanished, with the rest of them... 70." He said. His words plagued your mind and his words were so strange, you couldn't even begin to ask him what he meant, you just couldn't understand. You looked in the mirror, and Wally was already back to normal, coloring in his book once more. '70?...' You thought.
Once you got home, Wally immediately wanted to help you bring the bags inside. You didn't want to risk having anyone seeing him buuuuuut, you lived in a dead-ass neighborhood, so you decided to let him help, plus you had quite the load too, so the extra help was greatly wanted. You gave him all the light bags, not wanting to put a strain on him. You opened the Trailer, and as you placed the larger items inside of it, you loved this thing.
You closed all the car doors, locking the car before you pushed the trailer inside, Wally walked ahead of you, happy to open the door for you, and smiled down at him. "Thank you, Wally." You said as you walked inside. "You're welcome." He said as he closed the door, and locked it. You sighed as you threw your keys on the counter and you flopped on the couch. Wally walked up to you and stared up at you. "Are you okay?" He asked. You nodded as you gave him a tired smile. "Yup, I'm okay, just tired." You told him.
"Oh... that's good... I think." He said, you smiled at him. "Yes, Wally. It's good." You said. You looked over at the clock on the wall and you sighed. "UGH!!! I got to cook lunch in a few minutes too? Ugh.....alright, I'll just make something light." You said, as you got on up and you stretched. "OKAY!!!! Let's get your things put away, right Wally?" You asked him as you looked down at him. He stared up at you with a concerned look. "But, you're tired?" He asked. You sighed. "Yes, I am, but we have to get your stuff put away. We need a clean house." You told him. He nodded before he silently walked over to his coloring books and he picked them up. You stared at him for a while, before you got started on the other things.
You put away all his personal things, such as his hairbrush, and washing brush, you placed his stepping stool next to the wall, and you gathered up his clothes and you walked upstairs to your now shared bedroom. You had emptied out a section of your drawer just for him. You folded up his clothes and placed them into the lowest drawer. Wally walked into the room, carrying his cart supplies with a bit of a struggle, but he dumped it all on the ground. You watched him, as you opened his pack of underwear.
He picked up his items, one by one, and he placed them neatly into a fabric bin that you got down from the shelf just for him. You smiled as you went back to putting his clothes away. His shoes you placed on the shoe rack in your closet, you didn't have many shoes, but you didn't need many. Once all his new things were put away, you sat down on your bed and sighed. 'Now to make lunch.' You thought. You sat there a little longer, before you got on up, groaning when you did. Wally silently followed you. You walked down the stairs and you noticed his new play sets. "Hmmmmmm, cooking can wait." You said as you made a beeline to his new toys, the child in you wanting to open up his things and set them up for him.
You dumped out his fake food and he practically raced to them, you smiled at him sweetly as you dumped out his dishes and he gravitated towards the next, immediately playing with them. You then opened up his table and chair set. You pulled out all the pieces, and you smiled when you saw that they were blue and yellow. "Yes!" You whispered. You looked at the giant Lego-like pieces and you looked at Wally. "You wanna build your table and chair, Wally?" You asked him. He looked up from his toys and he nodded eagerly.
You smiled, as he walked over to you, and you told him what to do and he picked up on it. He was pretty smart, he understood pretty quickly. You walked into the kitchen, sighing as you looked at all the groceries laying around, you got to work, putting up the food, and when you came across the fruits, you got giddy. "OH YAY!!! I forgot that I got sliced fruit, I can just eat this!! Plus Wally wanted any apple anyways!!" You said, your inner couch potatoes coming out.
You happily bounced over to the fridge and you were about to open it, but seeing his drawing that he drew the day before caught your attention. You stared at the picture, a small sweet smile on your face as you stared at it, but your smile slowly fell, as you looked at the house. "Are those....eyes?" You asked aloud, as you looked at the windows. 'What?' You thought in confusion. 'My house doesn't have eyes.' You thought in confusion.
You then thought back to what he said in the car, and you looked over at Wally. His back was toward you, as he was putting his chair together. His Tables were built, but the legs were all crooked and loose, he was placing his second leg on the chair. You stared at him, a serious yet curious look on your face as you did. 'Who are you, Wally? And what's your story?' You thought before you looked back at the picture, focusing on the eyes of the house.
GO BACK HOME? | GO TO NEIGHBORHOOD!!
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Fated by the Stars (7)
Straykids ot8 x Reader
Warnings - Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Wounds/Injuries Traumatic Past, Violence, and Mentions of Non-consensual Molesting. Swearing
Summary - The boys are busy, so they invite over a friend of theirs. This friend makes sure to help you look beautiful for the party tonight. No way you new omegan best friend would let you go not looking like an absolute goddess.
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Today Jisung and Minho were taking me to Jisungs fashion studio. Since both of them had the most knowledge when it came to fashion, they had taken the lead over my outfit for the company's coming together party. When we got to his studio, that had me stand on a podium in the middle of the room. Minho sat in a chair off to the side, next to him on the table was a suit for each of the pack mates. They were trying to pair my dress with their suits, so we looked similar like a pack but everyone still had their own style. The common color among the boys was each suit was many black, but they each suit had something colored in a bright red. That color would them match them with my dress.
Today I would get to find out what my dress was supposed to look like as they had finally finished it. So I was gonna get to put it on and they would pin where they need to make some adjustments to better fit me the way they wanted it to.
Chan's suit was just the pants, shoes, and the coat. He liked to wear his suits without a shirt and tie. The less he had to wear the happier and more comfortable he would be. The buttons on his suit would match my dress color. Minho had a classic suit style where it was longer on the back of the coat. He had a handkerchief in his pocket that matched my dress. Hyunjin would wear a pin stripe suit, the stripes being the same color as my dress. Felix would wear a regular black suit except he wore a turtle neck under his coat, the color being the same as my Dress. Changbin would wear a typical suit as well, except he would not be wearing the coat part, just the regular white button up and tie. The tie had a red love heart on it. Jisung also wore a regular suit and tie, however the cuffs and bottom of the jacket were adorned with red lace decor. Seungmin wore the full typical suit style, he was the only one who had the waist coat as a part of his outfit. His waist coat was the same red as my dress. Finally Jeongin, wore nearly the same outfit as Chan, except his coat was mainly red with black lace detailing all over the main part of the coat.
Jisung opened a small closet, pulling out a dress covered from view by a black plastic cover. He pulled off the cover and handed me the dress. The two looked away allowing me privacy to take off the hoodie and shorts I wore, replacing it with the dress.
I smiled seeing the dark red sequin dress. It had a deep v neck, and was double slit around my legs. When I stop still it seemed like a regular red aline dress. However when I would walk, both my legs would pop out and be visible at times. This dress almost hugged me in all the right places. The places that didn't would eventually hug me as that was why I was here today. Jisung was finally going to finish my dress so everyone was finally ready for the party in two days.
The boys turned around both smiling seeing me all dressed up. Jisung got to work right away with pins already sitting between his lips, only pulling one out to pin pieces tighter against me. Minho on the other hand, took this opportunity to distract me.
His hands ran along my arms to my shoulders as he stood directly behind me. I could feel his breath on my necks he sensually rubbed up and down my arms. It felt great making my omega preen as her alpha gave her his love. However once he began kissing at my neck, I could feel myself slowly dropping. My omega tried her best to come forward, but now was not the time. I tried to fight my drop.
Finally Jisung had finished, whispering to me from in front. I was now sensually sandwiched between the two boys. "It's okay to drop now 'mega. Let us spoil you with our love. You earned it." I nodded and let go. My mid becoming fuzzy and hazy with the boys. They slowly begin to undress me, Jisung taking it and putting it away in the closet. When he returned he had my hoodie and shorts. Placing them back on me as they continued to kiss and caress my through out our shared moment.
Once I had been clothed, Minho turned me around and picked me up. Wrapping my legs around his torso and holding me by my legs. Together we left the building, returning to the car. Jisung sat in the passenger seat and Minho placed me in his lap. While Minho drove us home, Jisung slowly rubbed circles into my back, lulling me into a nice mid afternoon nap.
A glance at the clock told me it was currently 3pm, this left me with 3 more hours before we would leave for the company ball. The boys were all currently running around getting thing handled before they could get ready themselves. Being the hosts of the party they still had a lot to finish and make sure got done. Someone knocked on my door and I yelled they could come in. Looking over I saw Chan peek his head inside. "Hey sweetie, I have someone for you to meet." Opening the door he brought in a smaller male, I could smell that this male was an omega like me. "His name is Wooyoung, He's a friend of Changbin and Jisung. We thought you could use a friend who is also an omega today. So Wooyoung here is going to take you with him and one of his mates to get ready for the ball." Wooyoung waved at me. I smiled and waved back before quickly getting my things put away. "Okay! I'll be ready to go in a moment then!" Chan left probably to go finish up some more things. Wooyoung walked in a little closer and started to chat as I grabbed some thing I thought I might need. "It's nice to finally meet you y/n! Changbin and Jisung both talk about you all the time." I smiled. "I'm glad to meet another omega myself, may I ask how you know those two?"
Wooyoung nodded and began to explain while I slipped on some shoes. "Well Changbin and I grew up in the same neighborhood, we hit it off well and have been friends ever since. When we found most of our mates at the same time, we both got super excited but also overwhelmed. We found and escape in venting to each other so our bond has been able to stay strong. Jisung is different. He and I joined Minho's company at the same time, we both were dreaming to be designers. One day Jisung came up with the idea of working together to do something different. We could design clothing lines for each sub gender but have them release together during the seasons. Typically there was an alpha clothing season, Beta season and Omega Season. Since one designer would only be able to handle designing for one gender every few months. It was a few months into our success when I realized he was a pack mate of Changbin and from then on my pack and your pack have been close friends." Finally I had the shoes on and we began to walk out the door.
"Will I get to meet your pack today as well?" Wooyoung smiled while helping me I not his car. "Yep! We just didn't want to overwhelm you immediately, So I will help you get ready for the ball and then you an meet them when we get there!" I nodded and he hopped in the drivers seat. Pulling out of the driveway we were off to our first stop.
We pulled up to a hair salon, Wooyoung helped me out and inside. The beta lady smiled seeing us both, "Hey Woo, is this the levanter pack omega!" Wooyoung nodded. "Yep it sure is, I have been told by the pack that she had a rough start to life, so it's up to you what to do with the hair and make up." She squealed. "Well hello darlin' My name is Charlie and I just love it when I get to choose the hair and makeup, Don't you worry darlin'! I'm gonna make you so beautiful your pack won't know what to do!" She quickly hopped over to a chair pulling it around for me. I sat down and she placed this plastic bib like thing over me.
"Woo, what's her dress look like so I make sure to match the vibe?" She asked, Wooyoung came over with his phone showing her a picture. She squealed once again before playing with my hair a little.
"Alright girlie! I have the perfect idea. just spare me some time to work my magic." And with that she got to work on my hair first. She rolled me over to give my hair a wash. Scrubbing different soap int my hair before rinsing. As she took a dryer to my hair, we watched as it began to curl on its own. "You just have the best hair girlie"
Finally it was dryer and she began to loosely braid my hair back to the middle of my head. The braid on each side shaped as if they were part of a flower crown on my head. She curled up some of the part that stayed down. It was quite a beautiful half up do hairstyle. Next she brought over all her make up. First she used her foundation and such to even out my skin tone. Then brought back some of that natural redness with the blush. Next she focused on my eyes, swiping the cat eye style liner. She applied red eye shadow as a base then gradient that into black glittery eyeshadow. Finishing by giving me rose red lipstick.
Looking at myself, I felt beautiful even with the random hoodie and shorts I had on. Charlie spun me around and I was now looking at Wooyoung who stood there. When he saw me, he was suddenly awestruck. "Well if this is how she looks without the dress on then we are gonna be seeing 8 dead men tonight. Cause you are stunning y/n!" I blushed and looked away shyly.
Charlie gave me a small side hug, but Wooyoung quickly said goodbye and we were off again. This time we went straight to the fashion studio to pick up my dress and accessories. "Okay, so first I'll help you get in the dress. Jisung has given me full reign over your shoe choice and accessories. So I already pulled out some options and I'll give you what looks the best with you." I nodded "Okay, can't wait to see the final look. I'm excited to feel pretty." Wooyoung scoffed chuckling a little. "Oh you sweet innocent thing. You will not be looking pretty, You are gonna be drop dead gorgeous. Like the fucking moon goddess!" I giggled. "okay I trust you."
Finally we pull up to the building. While walking in, I was once again fascinated by the beautiful architecture on the inside. Beautiful art lined the hallways, must be to help inspire those with artist block. We entered a different room, this must me Wooyoungs. He handed me my dress, "Let me know when you ready for to tie it up for you."
I nodded and he turned around allowing me some privacy to change. It took me a second to get everything off and get into the dress. To make this dress look as pretty as it could, I had to be braless. But I wore some red lace underwear just because I was feeling extra confident today. Wooyoung came over when I told him I was ready. He pulled the strings to tighten it up, making sure it hugged me perfectly before finishing tying it. I smiled seeing myself in the mirror. Wooyoung had me sit down so he could help me put on the heels. They were these glittery red block heels that gave me an extra 4 inches of height. The straps of these heels wrapped up my calves about half way to the knee.
Next he handed me this small sparkly red clutch with a silver chain strap. He helped me put in some ruby red teardrop earrings, that pried with the silver chain necklace that also had a red teardrop ruby.
Finally he let me stand back up and look in the mirror. Now was my turn to be starstruck, I looked and felt gorgeous like woo young said. I glanced over to Wooyoung, "You were right, I feel gorgeous." He chuckled. "told you y/n. Now give me a minute to change and we can head out." I smiled and nodded. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to my pack. 'I can't wait to show you my outfit, I think you guys will really like it.' Feeling this gorgeous had given me a new sense of confidence when messaging the boys. They were quick to reply back, the youngest wanting nothing more than to see me right now, while the eldest held back wanting to enjoy the surprise.
When woo young came back, He looked even more handsome than I thought possible. "You look fantastic Woo!" He blushed a little before quickly replying back. "Well no one is beating your beauty tonight y/n, I'm excited to see those idiots on their knees for you sweet thing." I giggled.
Once he had cleaned up his room, we began to head back out to the car. This was gonna be great. "hey Woo? Mind if I put on a song?" Looking to me with a smile, he simply told me. "Be my guest gorgeous." I smiled and connected my phone and quickly played the song. "Oh this is perfect for this moment y/n!" I smiled and we began to sing along as 'Spicy Margarita' by Jason Derulo and Michael Bublé played in the background.
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So, I really like Cult of the Lamb and have also been thinking about an AU for that, because why the heck not?
Anyway, the lamb's name is Lucille, Lucy for short.
She was always...odd.
Lucy was presumed stillborn, but after getting a clot of blood out of their throat, she finally began to cry. But she didn't cry much after that, staying silent and wide-eyed, as though she knew her flock was on the run, fleeing from the followers of the Old Faith.
As the flock hid away, they all had to become more resourceful and hardworking. Quietly, they gathered food, farmed crops, and built huts for themselves. As Lucy got older, She also learned these skills, becoming more well-rounded than the others because, for reasons unknown, she was quite adamant about acquiring knowledge.
Sheread during their leisure time, not often speaking to others. Instead, she would quietly smile when amongst the others, seeming satisfied with just enjoying the company.
Consequently, no one really knew Lucy's likes or dislikes. They didn't know what her favorite food was, what colors she preferred, or what sorts of hobbies she liked the most. Unlike most other lambs, she was happy being quiet and working like the older sheep.
Then, the disappearances began, and the flock had to move again. And again. And again.
They kept escaping, but with each escape, their flock became smaller and smaller. Even if they found another flock and joined together, eventually, members would start disappearing once again.
Eventually, Lucy's mother disappeared while out gathering food. Lucy's father was long dead before she could meet him, and she had no siblings. And so, Lucy became an orphan, but because she was useful and had many skills, even the more naturalist sheep who suggested leaving the weak behind would firmly assert that Lucy must stay with the flock.
So, Lucy watched as the elderly sheep slowly fell to the wayside, getting left behind when the flock moved. Lambs who ate into their resources and provided few benefits. Anyone who suddenly became disabled one way or another. The flock whittled down until very few were left.
Mostly rams, a few ewe, and Lucy, the only lamb.
Once, when fleeing, one of the rams kicked a ewe (Yana) in the leg, causing her to trip and fall. Lucy was too far ahead to reach back and help, and so, the group ran, leaving Yana as bait for their pursuer.
Another time, the two remaining ewe and two of the four rams decided to tie up the ram that kicked Yana and leave him (Haris) to die.
The one who hadn't agreed with the plan (Mahan) was the next ram they left, poisoning his food so he was too sick to keep up.
Lucy acted as though she didn't notice these things. She didn't participate in planning these betrayals, but she kept in mind who came up with the idea and who agreed. She watched what sorts of behaviors would come from the ones making suggestions, what made them most agreeable.
And Lucy wondered if it was time for them to leave when the eyes of the leader (Paschar) landed on them in consideration.
That night, the other ram (Rufeal) attempted to cripple them as she was fishing. He wasn't very large, smaller than Paschar and not as attractive, according to the ewe (Ophiel and Asna). She could gather what was actually happening.
While Paschar had been looking at her, it wasn't to kick her out. Rather, it was him considering who, if anyone, he should shear from the flock to keep her around. Rufeal, having seen that look and believing his lack of knowledge was outgrowing the benefit of his strength, decided to rid himself of the competition.
"Foolish," she thought, watching Rufeal's blood seep into the water, fishing wire entangled around his bleeding ankle, his face caved in with a large stone.
Staying around was foolish.
Lucy gathered her things in the quiet of the night, stealing resources from the disordinate flock, and fled into the darkness of the forest.
Wouldn't it have been so much easier to survive if they all worked together? Wouldn't it have been easier to value the elderly and the children? How else would they rekindle the flock's numbers? Wouldn't it have been better to find a way to escape the Lands of the Old Faith and flourish in one of their own?
So, she quickly and quietly search. For days, weeks, perhaps even months, she looked for the exit, for the way to escape.
But just when she thought she found it, she was caught. Surrounded, really. And Lucy knew well that she was not strong enough to fight back.
"Ah..." she thought, "...So this is it."
She was bound in chains and led back into the deep of the Lands of the Old Faith. While she did not often wear many expressions, she did look very upset. After all, she had been so close. Lucy could practically smell the outer lands, free of the full control of the Bishops.
Upon reaching the place she would finally die, she saw all the bones. So many bones in the terrible, wretched place. Many of them had horns, twisting or standing straight, with the teeth of a herbivore.
As Lucy walked the path to her death, she realized this was the same path all the other sheep before her had walked. The same path that led them to their doom. Lucy could not escape it either.
She stared forward at the Bishops once at the altar, listening as they spoke amongst themselves about the reason she had to watch all her kinsfolk disappear.
Killed to prevent a prophecy.
However, she also learned that she was the last one.
The last lamb, the last of their kind.
"So, the others died," she thought, forced to kneel with her head over the edge of a hard, blood-soaked stone. "And I am all that remains."
She let out a laugh, eyes open wide and bloodshot, tears running down her cheeks.
She could finally cry once again.
...
After the sharp pain of having their head separated from their body, she blinks, finding herself in a white place full of tinkling chains.
She walks to path forward to a figure not too unlike the Bishop.
The large one calls himself The One Who Waits, a veiled servant on each side of their bound body. He speaks to her in honeyed words dripping with poison. Promises the restoration of her life so long as she agrees to do all that he asks. When given a 'choice,' there isn't an option for refusal.
Lucy stares...then puts on a smile, not saying anything before bowing before the Bishop.
What good would refusal do when in front of a Bishop wearing the fleece and blood of her kinsfolk?
The One Who Waits bestows the Red Crown to her, and she feels an immediate connection. Almost as though reuniting with an old friend she never met.
Lucy will allow herself to be used, for now.
In the end, however, it will only be fair if she decides to take back everything stolen from them.
#static writes#static drabbles#cotl#cotl au#lucy au#au post 1#although she uses she/her pronouns she's nonbinary#she would not agree to being called a ewe at any point and she's not a ram either#sheep or lamb works best for her
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For being such an incredible boy this week, mommy treats you to a picnic with her at the park! She packs all your favorite foods and drinks along with some activities to do together. Mommy insists you wear the most handsome outfit you have so she can admire your beauty. She decides to wear a gorgeous dress and sandals to celebrate this wonderful experience with you. Mommy calls your name to check if you are ready to go, heading downstairs to meet her and holding her soft hand as she smiles at you.
Mommy tells you about all the fun activities you two will do together, giggling at how excited you are for being such a good puppy. You blush a lot, telling mommy how you adore her dress and notice her new color she painted her finger and toenails. Soon enough, mommy finds a grassy spot in the park to lay down the blanket and belongings she brought as you two sit down and take off your shoes. Sandwiches, chips, cookies, and juice boxes were just some of the yummy treats mommy brought to eat together. She softly feeds you, opening your mouth as you slowly nibble the delicious food she made just for the two of you. Mommy helps you with the juice box as well, since she doesn’t want others looking at her while breastfeeding you. Both of your bellies are full as mommy begins to lay out some activities to do together.
Coloring books, video games, plushies, and a Polaroid camera were some activities mommy had in mind to play with you. She wants this to be a wholesome experience with you because you are such an incredible puppy! You think carefully and decide to pick the coloring book first. Mommy helps you to find a character to color as you pick the Pikachu and Pichu page. Mommy hums a little as you carefully color Pichu as she colors Pikachu. She blushes a bit, as the characters remind her of you and herself. Once you both finish coloring, mommy takes out the Polaroid camera and takes a photo together of the lovely coloring page you two did. Mommy takes many photos to cherish this day, from you sitting on her lap, mommy kissing your cheek, you two making a heart together with your hands, and you laying on top of mommy’s belly.
You point at the plushies for the next activity you want to play. Mommy brought Kirby plushies this time, taking them all out of the basket for you two to make a story. Kirby and friends were looking for food as King Dedede stole out of it. It was up to Kirby and pals to defeat Dedede and save the day! You laugh and giggle as mommy blushes and smiles at just how adorable you are when you play plushies with her. She gives you a big kiss on the lips when you finish playing, praising her puppy for having an incredible imagination. Lastly, mommy brings out the Nintendo Switch to play some games together. You decide to play some Mario Kart, Smash Bros, and Kirby with her together. Whoever wins gets a special treat from the loser, but they had to be reasonable. Mommy tries her best to win at Mario Kart and she is able to secure first place in all races. For her reward, you have to mark up her face with the lipstick she uses on you. She watches as red kisses cover her pretty face as she blushes at how amazing of a kisser you are. You are determined to beat mommy at Smash Bros, using the best moves to defeat her every time. For your reward, mommy hugs and praises you for a few minutes, telling you about you being the best puppy she could ever have. You both got real competitive when it came to playing Kirby, eventually ending in a tie. Thinking of a reward both of you would enjoy, it was decided to let puppy explore mommy’s body as she needed a good massage. You rub her shoulders, hands, legs, feet, face and more as you give mommy a relaxing massage for as long as possible.
It was soon the evening time as mommy packs up everything as you two head home together. You both smile holding each other’s hand as you both enjoyed having such a lovely picnic in the park. Mommy suggests that next time you two go to the beach together. You nod softly as mommy picks you up and softly swings you around, kissing you on the lips to adore her perfect little puppy!
#domme/sub#dom/sub#dom mommy#domme mommy#femdxm#mommy k!nk#subby boys#fem domme#subby men#male sub#subby puppy#subby thoughts
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Happy Hunting! (Cotl Solob Fic)
Those traitors couldn't be trusted! Lairs and thieves all of them!!! Sozo knew it, he could see it in their eyes whenever he walked by. The suspicion, the untrusting glares, the fear of getting caught. He knew it from the start!
Which is why he had to go out alone yes. He needed to get his precious menticide mushrooms himself! So none of the little traitors would tamper with them or take them for themselves.
He knew they coveted them! So he would make sure all the supply went to him instead of them taking and taking whatever they wanted!
So marching through the mushroom forests of Anura Sozo went. Sifting through grass and felled logs to find his precious mushroom bounty. The sun was hot through the gaps in the caps of the mutated mushrooms around the forest. The spots where Sozo was most likely to find the mushrooms he was looking for typically were in the shade of grass so unfortunately that meant he would be in the sun. And his own personal mushroom cap wasn't large enough to act as a shield from the hot light.
Still he persevered and searched every patch of tall grass he came across, being careful not to disturb the grass itself or the creatures living in it. And his efforts were fruitful!
He gathered so many, oh it was tempting to eat them here and now but no no no he needed to wait. Wait until he was back home to indulge.
So this way he could make sure those slimy dissenting followers of his would stay in line and not steal any more of his precious mushrooms. Then when there were some left over he would consume those.
And oh what a lovely transcendent flavor it would be. As if all the colors of the world came together and tore through his skull bursting with rays of sweet sticky light that came dripping from his eyes.
He giggled to himself, tempted to eat one now to get a rush. He mulled it over and kept walking. “No no, Sozo can't eat one now. One wouldn't be satisfying enough for Sozo, perhaps five or maybe ten! But that wou- WAAAHH!!!!”
The world flipped sideways and flew upwards so quickly!! Sozo flailed wildly as he swung back and forth eventually taking a moment to get a look around him. He was... upside down. Just upside down. Then he looked up at his leg. He was yanked into the air by his ankle! Some kind of silk?
“AGH!! Who put this here!?! Sozo is not amused!” He hung there annoyed glaring at the silk rope holding him aloft.
Who knows how long he would have to dangle here! There were more mushrooms to harvest. What if someone else got to them first? He can't let someone else take what was his!
So he thrashed some more trying to get the tie to break from the tree. But no such luck. By the time he stopped the sun was starting to go down. And he groaned rubbing his head.
The bushes rustled nearby and he froze. Was the person who set this coming to check it. They would be in for quite the earful when they came out! Oh... unless they were armed. Sozo hadn’t thought about that. What if they were armed?! What if they wanted to kill Sozo for his mushrooms!? Sozo couldn't fight?!
He winced as the foliage parted and he was greeted with a familiar face.
“Ah Sozo! Friend how are you?” Helob smiled from across the clearing and walked on over. “Hanging around? ha ha ha”
Sozo rolled his eyes. “Yes Sozo is hanging, please cut Sozo down. Sozo must look for more mushrooms before dark.”
“Night is soon friend, might not get much of a chance.” He reached up and cut the silk of his trap with ease, a second pair of arms wrapped around Sozo to help him fall a little softer. While his third worked on tying a new silk knot of some kind Sozo didn't recognize and attached it to the hanging silk. “Do you not have enough.”
“NO! Sozo meant to gather more today, but Sozo got stuck in your meat trap!”
“Well we could looks together. I know the mushrooms you're looking for.” Sozo was caught off guard. Face getting a little red.
“W-wha! Wonderful! Sozo and friend will look now, come!”
He got up from sitting with a bound and grabbed Helob’s hand racing off to go find the mushrooms he was looking for. Missing the flustered pink that dusted Helob’s face as he did so along with a joyful smile.
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“That makes... Nineteen!!”
They had beaten nightfall!
This was the most mushrooms he had gathered in a long time! Thats nearly twenty!! Ahaha! Sozo was overjoyed, and couldn't help sharing this with his mushroom harvesting partner for the night who seemed happy to see a smile on his face after helping.
“My friend thank you, Sozo thanks you! Sozo could kiss you right now! You were so helpful and nice to help! Thank you! You should share with Sozo, experience the joy that is menticide mushrooms.”
Helob smiled, sharp teeth glistening in the moonlight. “I haves to pass Sozo but thank you. I have more traps to check for meals. I don't want a frog to find them first. Can you find your way back to the grotto?”
“Yes Sozo can, easy to do even in the dark. Those followers of mine are idiots for not knowing.” Helob smiled and nodded.
“Wonderful, before you go come here.”
“Yes friend?”
He wrapped a pair of arms around Sozo’s shoulders and pulled him into an embrace. Staying there for a few moments. Sozo was slow, wrapped his arms around Helob carefully, how long had it been since he held someone. Or been held in return. Helob had buried his face in the fluff of his neck and seemed content there.
Eventually he did pull away with another smile, this one seemed... heavier though. “Thank you, considers it payment for my service.” And with that Helob turned and walked into the forest yet again.
“Oh, yes. Sozo thanks you again! Happy hunting!”
Sozo’s thoughts wandered to Helob, what a lovely friend he had been. So helpful, so kind. Very nice... soft too. Like a... spore. Yeah. His little purple spore friend. So nice.
So nice.
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Family Night Out
Characters: Bulla Briefs, Vegeta, Bulma Briefs, Trunks Briefs, Son Goku, Chi-Chi, Son Gohan and Son Goten.
Summary: The Son and the Briefs families get together for a fun night out.
Cross-posted on AO3 and FFN
Bulla opened her wardrobe and went through a hidden area, where she kept some special clothes she never wore but it was time to. There were at least fifteen models from different colors, so choosing one wasn’t an easy task. Eventually she chose a light blue dress, almost gray.
She had just tied her hair in a tight bun and was spraying some glitter in her hair when Bulma walked in. To her relief, she was already wearing a coat and didn’t give anything away.
“Bulla? Are you ready to go? Chi-Chi, Goku and the boys should be waiting for us already.”
“I’m ready, mama.” She grinned as she stood up.
“Why are you wearing a coat. It’s a little chilly outside, but not cold enough to wear one. What are you up to, little lady?”
“Nothing, I swear.” She crossed her fingers behind her back and then left her room. “Let’s go.”
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Bulma got out of her car and quickly headed to where the Son family was standing, outside the rink parlor.
“I’m sorry we’re a little late. I hope you haven’t been waiting for a long time.”
“No, we just got here. Did something happen though?”
“No, Bulla took a long time getting ready.”
“I did not!” The girl protested. “I was actually really fast this time, unlike Trunks.”
“Hey!”
“That’s true, I can confirm Trunks takes way too long to get ready.” Goten mocked and laughed.
“Dude, stop exposing me.”
“Sorry, dude.”
“These two…” Bulma said with a smile. “It’s always been like this.”
“Shall we go in?” Chi-Chi suggested.
“Sure.”
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All the colorful spinning lights from the globe at the center of the rink made Goku feel immediately dizzy and hold tight on Chi-Chi’s arm. She looked at him surprised.
“What’s wrong, Goku?”
“I don’t like these lights. They’re spinning way too fast.”
“Well, we’re in a disco rink, so they have to be like this because of the songs.” She reached for his hand and give it a light squeeze. “You’ll get used to it before you know it, I guarantee.”
“Really?”
“Of course. And if you don’t, I’ll be around the whole time, okay?”
“Okay.”
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“Bulma?” Vegeta asked in a rather cold tone.
“Yes?”
“Why do I have to wear such ugly and itchy clothes?”
“What?” She raised her eyebrows. “I even left the tie out, so you wouldn’t feel weird about it. You still think it’s ugly?”
“I do.” He glanced around. “It’s not only worse because we’re the only ones here.”
“Bulma leaned towards his ear and covered her mouth with her hand. “I personally think you look hot with this. You’re fancy, but this top button open is a major turn-on for me.”
“Are you serious?” Vegeta felt his face burn with embarrassment, but didn’t let that get to him and played along. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “In that case, I think this is the best outfit ever.”
“I knew you’d change your mind.”
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“Don’t you think they look fancy, Goku?” Chi-Chi turned to her left, but her husband wasn’t by her side anymore. She started looking around for him and saw him still outside the rink. “Aren’t you coming in?”
“I’m good here, thanks.”
“You came all the way here to be sitting there?” She skated towards him and reached for his hand. “You’re missing all the fun. Come on.”
“How are you supposed to walk with these things?” Goku pointed to his black rollerblades. “Look at them!”
“It isn’t as hard as it seems, I promise.” She assured him softly. “I can stay with you until you feel comfortable with it.”
“I don’t know, Chi-Chi.” He looked ahead and she followed his gaze. “Look at how easily Goten and Trunks do it. It’s natural for them.”
“Goten!” She cupped her face to make her voice come out louder. “Don’t skate so fast! You can get hurt!”
“I won’t get hurt, mom. I promise.”
“You better not destroy your clothes.” She advised and then turned to her husband, who was holding onto the boards and basically looked like a statue. She couldn’t help but smile as she slid towards him and grabbed his hand. “Ready?”
“Chi-Chi, I don’t think I can do this and I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
“Don’t be silly, you can never be a burden to me.” She grabbed his other hand and slowly and carefully skated backwards, bringing him along. She also made sure to look into his black eyes the whole time. “How does it feel?”
“It isn’t hard than it seems.”
“I told you.” She grinned at him and one of her hands moved to his cheek. “I’m proud of you already.”
“Thanks. I have a good teacher.”
“Damn right, you do.” She reached up and kissed him briefly before resuming her task.
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“Gohan, do you want to race me?” Goten passed by his older brother like a flash and almost caused him to fall.
“Didn’t you hear what mom just told you?” Gohan shouted. “She made sure you heard her loud and clear.”
“She didn’t say anything about not challenging you.” He came in his direction. “Why are you looking like a penguin?”
“I’m just being cautious.”
“Why?” The younger brother couldn’t hide his laughter. “You won’t get past the ground if you fall.”
“Yeah, Gohan.” Trunks stopped beside his best friend and placed his elbow over his shoulder. “You’ll just butt-fall on ice.”
“Just you wait until I get a hold on this.” He muttered under his breath and closed his hand into a fist while he watched them skate away laughing.
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“I bet I can beat you, Trunks.” Goten said in a daring tone.
“Keep wishing.” Trunks replied with a smirk. “I’m older than you, which means I’m faster.”
“You being older doesn’t mean you’re gonna win. It’s about being faster.”
“Okay.” He stretched his hand with his palm up. “Wanna bet?”
“Yes.” The black haired boy said and shook hands with him. “Let’s go.”
Both boys started skating around as fast as they could, completely focused on winning their small race and not paying attention to their surroundings or other people in the rink.
“Goten!” Chi-Chi shouted angrily. “I already told you not to skate so fast or you’ll get hurt! Even worse, you can hurt other people!”
“I just need to win this race, mom. I promise I’ll stop afterwards.”
“Go…” She stopped talking when she felt Goku’s fingers tighten around her hand and looked at him.
“Let him race Trunks. They’re just having some fun.”
“But…” She bit her lower lip for a second and then smiled. “Okay, tonight is all about having fun. Come on, Goten! Win this race, you can do this!”
“Trunks, I believe in you! You will be the winner, come on!”
Chi-Chi gave her friend a death glare and then looked at the two boys. “Don’t let Trunks intimidate you, sweetheart. You’re stronger than him!”
“What are you saying?!” Bulma shouted. “Trunks is Vegeta’s son, which means he’s the strongest.”
“No, it doesn’t!” The brunette snapped. “The strongest man alive is Goku, and that means Goten is stronger than Trunks.”
“Repeat that if you have the guts!”
“Bulma!” Vegeta quickly held her back when she threatened to run towards her. “Let’s not cause a scene here.”
“But she’s…”
“Oh, you bet I do.” She hissed.
“Kakarott, hold your damn woman!”
“Sorry.” He gave an awkward laugh. “Chi-Chi, can we keep practicing.”
“Sure.” She grinned at him and immediately forgot about the fight. “Let’s go.”
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“Do you want to go for a ride?” Bulma bent forward and looked at everyone having fun in the rink.
“Where’s Bulla?” Vegeta leaned on his seat and looked around, searching for their daughter.
“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in a while. I’m gonna look for her.”
Just as Bulma was standing up, all the lights were turned off, except the one in the center of the rink. Seconds later, Bulla stepped into it.
“What’s going on?”
“I have no idea.”
A groovy song started playing and the girl began dancing like she was a pro. Bulma was so shocked that she covered her open mouth with her hand, while Vegeta could barely hold his proud smile.
“When did she learn all these moves?” She turned to him. “Did you know about this?”
“I’m just as clueless as you.”
“Has she been taking figure skating classes?”
“Not that I know of. But Bulla’s half-Saiyan, so she’s naturally gifted at anything she wants to do.”
“Look at you.” Bulma said with a light smile. “All proud of our daughter.”
“Of course. She’s our daughter.”
“She is the best.” She turned to look at her presentation again.
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A little before the ending of the song, Bulla landed a triple Axel and surprised everyone. As soon as the lights began to dim, she bowed down and her family and friends started clapping and whistling with excitement.
“That’s my girl!” Bulma shouted and grinned when she approached her.
“Did you guys like my presentation?”
“Absolutely!” The woman threw her arms around her. “I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you!”
“Wow, sis!” Trunks joined her. “That was so cool! Where did you learn all of that?”
“That’s what we all want to know. So spill it, lady.”
“A good pro never reveals their secrets.”
“That’s true.”
“What?!” She looked at Vegeta with disbelief. “Aren’t you at least a bit curious to know about it?”
“The only thing that matters to me is that Bulla is the best figure skating athlete in the Earth.”
“You know something, don’t you?”
“I don’t know anything. I just think she deserves the world.”
“Right.” She was still suspicious about his answer and the way he changed the subject, but let it go for the time being.
“Papa, do you want to perform with me?”
“No, Bulla.” He managed to say, despite his face becoming bright red and Bulma’s suspicious look that he caught from the corner of his eyes. “I don’t even know how to do this.”
“Of course. Sometimes I forget not everyone can do this.”
“Well…” Vegeta stood up. “I guess we can go home now.”
“Not so fast, mister.” Bulma grabbed his arm and dragged him to the rink. “We still haven’t gone for a ride.”
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“Okay, I think you’re ready to skate on your own.” Chi-Chi stated after she was sure Goku had gained confidence enough to do it a little faster.
“But Chi-Chi…”
“I believe in you.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “For someone who has fought several strong monsters, figure skating should be nothing.”
“It is a lot, trust me.”
“Hey, dad.” Gohan came up to them and placed his hand on his shoulder. “If there’s anyone who can do this, it’s you.”
“You’re right. I can do this.” He let go of his wife’s hand and she stepped away.
At first he moved very slow and looked like he was going to fall down, but then he gained confidence and began to increase his speed and have more balance.
It didn’t take him long to reach Gohan and put his arm around his shoulders. Goten joined them seconds later and Chi-Chi watched the most important men of her life with tears in her eyes.
****
A couple of hours later, both families decided to call it for the night and go back to their houses.
“I’m so damn tired.” Bulma confessed as she walked into Capsule Corp, stretching her arms above her head.
“Tonight was fun.”
“It was.” She looked at her daughter over her shoulder. “I’m still curious to know how and where did you learn to figure skating so well.”
“It’s just a natural talent I guess.” Bulla simply shrugged and didn’t give it much importance. “If you excuse me, I’m going to bed.”
“She’s too mysterious for my liking.” The older blue haired woman stated as she watched her walk away.
“There’s nothing to worry about. You’re overthinking this.” Vegeta headed to their bedroom right after.
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Vegeta very carefully sneaked out of his bedroom and tiptoed down the hall towards Bulla’s bedroom in the middle of the night. He walked in and quickly went to wake her up.But, much to his surprise, she wasn’t exactly sleeping. She quickly pushed her blankets away and stood up, still wearing her figure skating outfit.
“For a moment I thought you weren’t going to come tonight.”
“Like I would drop our classes. I just needed to make sure your mother was deeply sleeping.”
“Alright. We better get going then, we won’t have enough time to practice tonight.”
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“Wow, papa!” Bulla clapped her hands with excitement after he landed a perfect Lutz. “That was amazing! You have to teach me that one as well.”
“Of course. I can teach it after we’re done rehearsing.”
“Papa, why don’t you join a competition? I’m sure you’d win it.”
“Nah, I don’t want to make it harder for the other competitors. If I join, I’d certainly win.”
“Right.”
“But you should.”
“Maybe. I’m not sure.”
“What’s stopping you? You’re the daughter of the Prince of Saiyans, you shouldn’t be insecure about anything.”
“Papa, I don’t think you being a prince counts for anything in this situation.”
“It should. In all honesty though, you should try auditioning for the national team. You’d definitely earn a spot.”
“I’m not sure I want it. It’s a big responsibility.”
“Which you’d pull off effortlessly.”
“Maybe.” She paused for a moment. “We should go from the beginning one more time and then go back. We don’t want mama to find out we sneaked out in the middle of the night. She’d freak out.”
“Don’t worry, there’s no way she can know what we’re doing.” He went to the center of the place. “Ready?”
“I was born ready. Let’s go.”
#Fanfic#Fanfiction#Dragon Ball#DB#Bulla Briefs#Bra Briefs#Bulma Briefs#Bulma#Trunks Briefs#Trunks#Vegeta#VegeBul#Son Goku#Goku#Chi-Chi#ChiChi#GoChi#Son Gohan#Gohan#Son Goten#Goten#Bulla
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renovations, director's commentary please? 🥺
you know, i know people make fun of disney adults but i might be a disney adult. mostly because i wasn't a disney kid, so to me princess movies are kind of novel.
which is all to say, frozen 2 hit me hard.
i liked frozen a lot when it first came out. i liked it even more when i watched it in subsequent years, so i was pretty jazzed about the sequel. i saw it with my roommate and loved every second of it even though it was a hot mess (affectionate). i think the moment that took me from "this is a neat movie" to "i've got to do something about this" is near the end when kristoff hugs elsa. my brain went nuclear about that for reasons i don't understand.
this is another fic i wrote mostly in 2019 and have no notes for and no memory of. what was up with 2019 and me pounding out these stories and not remembering the process at all?
so far on these commentaries, i've talked about fics that were mostly well received. the meanest comments i got on them were either unmemorable or simply pedantic (there are three universal truths: death, taxes, and if you post a star wars fanfic someone will correct you in the comments), but i remember getting some nasty comments on this one. i think i deleted them, and in the grand scheme of things i don't think they were very bad (i don't even remember what they said now so they couldn't have been that bad), but it did harsh my buzz for a bit which is why i set the last chapter down for six months.
arendelle in this fic is based heavily on manzanita, and even though i'm not from the pacific northwest, at the time i wrote this i was very into winter beachcore aesthetic.
coming up with the conflict was really tough, because whatever anna and kristoff were going through had to be divorce-worthy bad, but also salvageable, but also empathetic. i didn't want anyone to read this fic and think anna and kristoff weren't good for each other. so i thought, what could break up two people who are perfect for each other?
and then i thought, capitalism!
elsa and kristoff came pretty easily to me but anna, who enters the story later, was hard to pin down. writing this fic made me realize that when you write an OT3, especially OT3 with HEA, you're really writing four ships and four resolutions (the three pairs and all three together). so it took a long time to tie up all the threads. so it was really kind of a plot gauntlet for me.
i'm proud of this fic for the most part. i was really happy with it while drafting it, but the rude comments did color my perspective and made me think it wasn't very good. writing it was a happy memory though, and i'm glad it found its audience. i go through disney phases every couple years, so i'm hoping to come back to this canon (or maybe tangled?) eventually.
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Greatest Need—Chapter 1
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Cross-posted: AO3 and FFN
Summary: Present-day Merlin gave up on the promise that Arthur would return long ago—until he runs into another person he had never hoped to see again. Gwen doesn't remember him, but as more familiar faces start appearing, Merlin wonders if the time of Albion's greatest need is closer than he thought.
Note: Look, I know it's been 10 years, but I'm rewatching Merlin and thinking about this fic again, and hoping that sharing it will help give me the motivation to finish it. This version has been revised because, you know, it's been 10 years.
Gif of modern "Merlin" because he's beautiful.
Merlin
An unfortunate consequence of immortality is that every new face looks familiar. There are only so many shapes of lips and angles of jaws and colors of eyes, and after a few centuries I gave up trying to keep them all straight in my mind. I often find myself staring at a person, trying to recall if I have met them before or if I'm remembering some long-dead ancestor of theirs. It got so bad that over the years, the features and names blurred together in my memory and drove me, eventually, to isolation.
That's not to say I'm an unfriendly man—I consider myself quite cheerful, considering the life I have led. And it is not to say that I confuse everyone, because certain names and faces stick in my memory better than others. But there are only a handful of identities that I have never mistaken, and only because they are my oldest and most-cherished memories. The ghosts of those faces have haunted me for 2,000 years, during which I have seen features so achingly familiar that I wept at the impossibility of it. There were no descendants to which I could turn, no portraits I could find to ease my loneliness. Only my memories.
Gaius had had no children—he often referred to me as the son he'd never had. After he died I had sought out any relatives he might have neglected to tell me about, but he was alone in the world except for those of us in Camelot. Gwen and Arthur had produced no heirs, though after his death Gwen visited Gaius every day for weeks hoping that she might have some final miraculous gift from the King. It never came, and after a few years of urging from the council she took Sir Leon as her husband. I never felt that there was love between them, though there was certainly a great deal of respect and friendship. The two of them never had children, though whether that was by choice or by fate I never asked, and they never told. If Gwaine had had any illegitimate children, which I half-expected and even hoped for, I never found them. Only Percival had had a family, but the last of his line died out long ago, when the tales of Camelot were still considered history rather than myth.
For years I had searched, seeking out every last tie to the friends who fell to mortality while I was forced to continue, but there was nothing to find. Desperate to keep at least the memory of them alive, I'd cast a spell which allowed me to hold the vision of their faces and the sounds of their voices in my mind, so that when the ever-changing world consumed the reality of their existence, I held fast to the knowledge of who they really were.
So when I sat down this morning at the corner table in a tiny coffee shop I occasionally visited, ordered a cup of coffee, and prepared to lose myself in the numbing words of my book, the very last person I'd expected to ask me if I'd like a refill was Guinevere.
I jump, and then she jumps, and I stare while she readjusts her hold on the coffee pot in her hand. "Sorry—ˮ she blurts, and the voice is hers too. I blink, trying to match the image of Queen Guinevere with the girl before me. It is her face exactly, the same gentle brown eyes and bright, nervous smile, but her hair is cut short and she is wearing jeans and a plain green t-shirt under a wrinkled apron.
"Um- sorry," I force out, wondering if my spell is beginning to wear off. "I thought you were someone else."
She smiles the painfully familiar smile of our first meeting in Camelot, gushing friendly cheer and just a touch of awkwardness. "Sorry," she laughs. "Just me."
I catch myself staring again and clear my throat. "Are you new?"
"Yeah—I just started today," she answers readily. "I'm Gwen."
"Gwen," I echo, and I almost choke on the name.
The girl named Gwen wrinkles her nose. "It's short for Gwyneth," she says. "But not even my parents call me that. Isn't that awful?"
"No," I say quickly, but I'm lying. She is not Gwyneth, and for some reason the change of name makes me feel disappointed.
But she just laughs. "It's alright, I'm used to it. Sorry, I don't think I asked your name."
"Oh, I'm—ˮ I pause, trying to remember which appearance I'm wearing. The skin on my hands is smooth—I'm young then, about her age, because I wanted to attend a lecture on Arthurian literature later this afternoon. "Morgan," I answer finally. "I'm Morgan."
"Nice to meet you, Morgan," Gwen smiles, extending her free hand to shake mine. At least I'm not in the stocks this time. Perhaps I'm dreaming? It wouldn't be the first time I've dreamed of meeting my friends again, but in my dreams they appear exactly as they had in Camelot. This girl's hair and clothes are enough to prove that she isn't a figment of my imagination, but I have no other way of explaining her.
"D'you want a refill?" Gwen asks, lifting the coffee pot slightly.
"Er—yes. Thanks." She pours the steaming liquid into my mug, the handle of which I hold steady as I try to think of what to do next. Not much surprises me anymore, but this… how am I to react to this? This girl cannot be Guinevere. She clearly doesn't recognize me, even though I appear exactly the same as I had in Camelot, except for my clothes. And anyway, I was with her when she died—the last of them all, besides me. She had been old then, and sick, and I'd held her hand while the life slipped out of her. So how can she be here, young and beautiful and memory-less? How could she have possibly forgotten?
And yet here she is—modern, but unmistakably Guinevere. She flashes me her familiar brilliant smile and starts to turn away, and I am seized by the sudden fear that if I let her out of my sight I will lose her to the busy crowds of the city and never see her again. "You're new here?" I blurt, trying to think of something to keep her from going.
"Yeah. Just moved here a week ago. My boyfriend lives in town, and I wanted to be closer to him." Her eyes widen as if she's just heard her own words and they didn't match up with the thought she'd had in her head. The expression is so painfully Gwen that I have to clench my jaw to keep from laughing—or crying—or leaping over the table and kissing her. "I mean, not that I moved here just to be with my boyfriend," she goes on, not noticing my reaction. "Obviously I wouldn't do that, but I'm studying at the University and it's nice to know someone in town, you know? My family's not from here, so he's all I've got, but it's good to be able to get out and live my own life." She breaks off, looking vaguely embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm rambling so much."
"No, it's okay," I tell her. "You said your… boyfriend—ˮ I stumble over the word and try not to let the sudden flare of hope show in my voice. If Gwen is back, is it possible that Arthur has followed her? "Your boyfriend lives in town?"
"Mmm-hmm," Gwen nods. "Lance is going to be a policeman. He's studying at the University too."
"Lance," I repeat, more to myself than her. Not what I'd been hoping for, but too much of a coincidence to dismiss completely. "Lance the policeman. He sounds nice."
She smiles at me again. "He is. We only met a few months ago, but it's strange… I feel like I've known him my whole life. Maybe we met as kids or something."
"Or in another life," I say quietly. Gwen gives me an odd look, as if she's trying to decide if I'm making fun of her. "I just mean," I go on, hoping I haven't offended her. "You know, some people believe that when you meet someone and get on really well right away, it's because the souls recognize each other. And I mean—Gwen and Lance?" I smile in what I hope is a disarming way. "That's a nice coincidence."
She laughs. "You mean like King Arthur? My soul is Guinevere and his is Lancelot?"
"It could happen," I shrug.
"You're strange," she giggles, and then breaks off, horrified. "I don't mean that in a nasty way," she adds quickly, and my stomach flips at the familiar words. "You're just… funny. I like that."
When had she said that to me before? Not long after our first meeting, I am sure, but I can't recall the events surrounding her words. They were her words though—Guinevere's, my Guinevere's. The best friend besides Arthur I'd ever known. Not even my lifetime is long enough for me to forget the moments we'd shared—especially not with the added enhancement of my spell. How can this be happening?
"Do you come here often?" Gwen asks, covering up my silence with her unquenchable friendliness.
"Yes," I lie. I like coffee shops, and I've been to this one a few times before, but as a rule I try not to frequent one establishment over another.
"Good," she smiles. "Then I'll see you again?"
I push my confusion and questions aside and return her smile. "Yeah. That'd be nice."
She gives me a parting, dazzling smile and turns away, and this time I let her go.
#bbc merlin#merlin#arthur pendragon#morgana#once and future king#once and future fandom#hurt/comfort#emotional hurt/comfort#alternating pov#fanfic#fanfiction#look I'm just trying to find the motivation to finish this thing okay#it's been 10 years#I thrive under pressure
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More Than You Can Chew
(febuwhump day 12, I like this one!)
Summary: At the end of the Roaring Twenties, Warriors has to come clean about his vampirism so they can track down who kidnapped Wind.
Prompt: "Can you hear me?" Warriors POV, Wind-centric. Historical setting, vampires, blood and gore. 4k words, rating this Mature for gratuitous violence near the end. This is very dumb and so much fun. Set in 1931 America. CWs for the gore and WWI trauma. :) AO3 link!
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Warriors pulled his hat off as he ducked through the bar's front door. Conversation and laughter nearly drowned out the record playing near the wall, some popular singer he didn't know. A haze hung low in the air from all the pipes and cigars. Warriors just held his breath.
A few people called out at him, and he gave them his best smile and a wave before heading into the back rooms. If his heart was in the habit of beating, it would be in the running for a race.
He felt the tension as soon as he entered the club room in the back. The others looked up when he arrived.
"Anything?" Time asked, standing at the head of the repurposed, paper-strewn pool table with his hands behind his back. He'd loosened his tie, and he didn't seem to notice the coffee stain on his white sleeve.
"Yes," Warriors responded before he could back out.
Hyrule perked up from where he sat in the corner with Wild, both of them fussing over a table laden with Bunsen burners and beakers. A concerning stream of colored vapor rose into the air from one of their experiments. Their experiments looked like magic, sometimes.
"What did you find?" Hyrule said.
Warriors shrugged his jacket off and hung it up beside the door, trying to collect his buzzing thoughts and delay the inevitable. He pulled out one of the mismatched chairs and sank down into it, rubbing at his mouth. He should've had something to drink before coming, perhaps that would've calmed his nerves.
"It's bad, isn't it?" Sky asked quietly, noticing the hesitation. Next to him, Twilight pressed his lips together, looking up from the map of the city. Four took a break from writing and sat back to wipe at the inkstains on his fingers, waiting for Warriors to begin. Legend similarly looked up from his knitting—he'd never quite gotten over the childhood wartime habit.
"It's not good, no," Warriors responded. He had everyone's attention, now. No backing out, he reminded himself. His words seemed to leave him, and the only thing that came out was—"Wind is older than me."
Legend stared at him. "Hyrule, check him over, I think he hit his head."
"No, I'm being serious." Warriors shook his head at himself. "I'm sorry. That was an awful way to begin."
"Do you know where Wind is?" Twilight asked impatiently. "Yes or no?"
"I have important context for his disappearance. It'll lead us to him, eventually. Or, just me, I don't… if you…"
"Warriors. Spit it out," Time interrupted. Steel glinted in his eye, a far cry from the scared young adult Warriors remembered meeting in France.
Under that gaze, Warriors found himself sitting straighter, despite the memories. The others knew he'd fought in the Great War, same as Time had, though they didn't know the extent of it. Warriors appeared too young to have been a soldier, at least one who hadn't lied about his age. He knew Sky had, in order to get in at the end.
"Yes, sir. This is going to sound a little bit crazy, everyone, but you need to bear with me. Time, you may not remember, but in your very first unit as a soldier, I was in command." Warriors watched the confusion float over Time's face, echoed in a few others around the table. "When that slew of reorganization came through, you transferred out, and Wind transferred in."
"What?" Sky asked slowly. "Wind wasn't even born then, Wars."
"I know what it sounds like, Sky. Look, I knew he had to be too young to have been honest on the enlistment form, but there he was, and we needed people, so I didn't push it. I just made sure to watch for him, and got a bit attached, I admit. He was always a reckless kid." He got a few snorts from that. Four looked thoughtful, though most of the others still frowned like they thought Warriors was insane.
He continued. "We were in the trenches. Our unit was scattered, I was terrified they'd throw in some gas, and all I could focus on was finding Wind." Warriors smelled dust as he remembered. Dust and blood. "I found him, alive apparently, covered in blood. I managed to tackle him before he got hit with shrapnel from a shell. I got hit with it instead, felt the bits lodge in my lungs. I was definitely going to die. He screamed at me for saving his life, but what was I supposed to do?"
"Wars," Time said in warning. The lamps tossed darker shadows over his face than usual.
Warriors shook his head and tried to get to the point. "To make a short story even shorter, he asked me if I wanted him to save my life. Instead of dying that night, as I perhaps should have, I stopped aging."
"What are you saying?" Wild asked. He'd wandered over to listen to the story.
"Wind and I are vampires, and I think his recent disappearance has to do with that."
The sudden silence in the room pressed in on Warriors's eardrums. He felt like the static in his head would become visible any second now. He had no idea how they'd react, though based on past evidence, he was mildly confident it wouldn't be with metaphorical pitchforks. Or literal ones. Honestly, he'd be somewhat impressed if they found literal pitchforks out here in the city.
"Hm… that changes a few things about our theories." Four broke the silence, picking up a red pencil and standing on his chair to reach over the table. He drew a few confident lines, dividing the city map into pieces.
Wild tapped one of the lines. "Move this over to Emerald Street, that treaty was signed last week."
"Oh, was it?" Four erased that border and redrew it where Wild indicated. "I didn't think the Eldins would capitulate."
"They didn't," Twilight said, "until the Farons increased the offer, something like two hundred thousand total."
"Hm, that's more than I expected."
Warriors let out an entirely mortifying squeak. "How the hell do you three know so much about recent vampire politics? Four, those are the clan territories!"
"Obviously. You don't get very far in the supernatural side of the city without working around them." Four finished his edits to the map and stood back.
"Okay." Time held up his hands and took a visible breath. "I think we need to reevaluate. If you are aware of the supernatural in this city, and were before this conversation, raise your hand."
Warriors did so, of course. Four, Wild, Twilight were unsurprising after the recent conversation. Time, Sky, and Hyrule followed.
Legend burst out laughing and dropped a knitting needle to raise his own hand. "I was wondering when this would happen! We've all been hiding each other from each other, and it's been hilarious."
"You knew?" Twilight asked, dropping his hand. "And you never said anything?"
"I tried," Legend responded. He picked his knitting back up. "But you all brushed me off. I gave up. I asked Wind what was in his flask once. He told me it was vodka."
"It usually is vodka," Warriors said. His brain began to work again.
Wild tilted his head. "Not blood?"
"No, that's disgusting, stored like that, and barely does anything for you."
"Oh. Storing it works for me."
Warriors narrowed his eyes in utter bafflement.
"Half," Wild said by way of explanation. He shrugged. "My father's side. Hateno clan."
"Huh." Warriors crossed his arms. "Well, to get us back to the point—I recently learned that hunter activity has been increasing subtly the last few months, and I know where a few of their lairs are."
Sky looked startled. "You think hunters have him?"
"That's an unfortunate conclusion," Time said, leaning over the table to stare at the new version of the map, "but I don't think you're wrong. Mark where those lairs are, if you would, Warriors."
With a nod, Warriors stood and got to work. As they talked and adjusted their ideas, their true natures came out bit by bit. Hyrule and Time were partly fae, with Four and Legend different sorts of almost-fae as well. Sky had strong air elemental ancestry, and ties to that community. Wild was, as he'd said, half-vampire, and Twilight was his cousin on the human side.
It was relieving to hear Wild make a pun about blood-sucking and the laughter that followed. Even in his wildest dreams, Warriors had never imagined such an outcome. The best he'd hoped for was a ready acceptance and curiosity, but that had felt out of reach. Although he was worried for Wind, Warriors's hope in a successful rescue grew.
They made a plan to find and save Wind.
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It took two more days, but through a combination of investigation and good, old-fashioned breaking and entering, the eight of them figured out where Wind would be. The restaurant was a good place to hold secret vampire hunter meetings, Warriors thought. At several floors tall, it had many hiding spots, and the clatter of patrons and the kitchen would hide most sounds of a struggle. Nobody would blink twice at people visiting often, either, unlike a brothel or a bank.
Time, Twilight, and Wild had entered earlier, getting a table and smuggling in a tiny, winged Hyrule in Time's jacket, and Four inside Twilight's shadow. Legend sat outside watching the exits and keeping an eye out. He said he knew a guy for a getaway vehicle, so they let him work that part out. Sky and Warriors snuck in through the maintenance entrance, gaining surprisingly easy access. They wandered the halls with aprons and brooms, looking like they knew where they were going.
"This feels too easy," Sky muttered. "We're in a hunter's den and we just waltzed right in."
Warriors winced and took the next turn, following the faint smell of blood. "Don't remind me. I keep worrying that some light will go off somewhere and an alarm will sound and all the doors will lock and someone will start screaming about vampires."
"We're all here with you. You have nothing to worry about."
"I appreciate the sentiment, but there is rather a lot to worry about at the moment. Have you seen anyone yet?" Warriors paused as a woman in a long coat passed, stalking more than walking down the hall. He caught a glimpse of silvery weapons under that coat, but she didn't glance at them as she swept past.
Once she left, Sky answered. "No. Not yet. Of course, I'm not exactly practiced at looking for fairies and shadows, so I could have missed them."
Warriors stumbled just a little when the scent he followed changed abruptly. He regained his balance and picked up the pace. "He's this way."
"How do you know?" Sky hurried to catch up. "You can smell him?"
"Yes. I've been following a faint trail of blood, but this is unmistakably Wind. I'd know his scent anywhere." Warriors walked slower past the next few doors, and his patience was rewarded with a dim hallway hidden behind one of them. It was silent back here.
Sky closed the door behind them. "You said he saved your life. He turned you into a vampire?"
"Yes. It was painful."
"I'm sorry." Sky got the hint and dropped the subject.
"Ugh, everything back here reeks," Warriors complained, "The trail is muddied too much to follow."
"The hallway isn't so long, we can listen at each door and open them if we have to."
Warriors took the right side, and Sky took the left, pausing at every door. Though Sky said to listen, the oppressive silence amplified the sounds of their clothing and Sky's breathing until that was all Warriors could hear. Sky could hear very well, so he listened, while Warriors relied more on his nose, even with all the ambient scent throwing him off.
Near the end of the hallway, Sky sucked in a breath. "Wars. This one."
They put their brooms down. Warriors was the one to try the door handle. Upon finding it locked, he attempted to break the wood with his elbow, but only succeeded in taking off a few splinters. It must have been reinforced. He stepped back, frustrated.
"Allow me," an unexpected voice said, and Four appeared practically out of nowhere to pull out his lockpicks and crouch in front of the doorknob.
Sky startled. "Four! Where did you come from? My heart nearly stopped."
"Mine nearly started," Warriors added, mustering a joke but not quite a smile to go along with it.
Four shook his head in amusement and started wiggling his pins inside the lock. "Hyrule and I have been following you for a while. Hyrule's outside that door back there, holding up a spell to keep people away from here."
"That's handy," Sky said.
"Mhm." Four lost interest in conversation as he worked. It took a few tense minutes, but soon enough, the lock clicked open, and he smiled. "There."
Warriors put a hand over Four's before he could open the door. "Hold on. I don't know what shape he's in right now, and I know he wouldn't want to hurt anyone. Go tell Hyrule to let one person in, someone we don't mind killing."
Four glanced at him sharply, then seemed to understand. He nodded, and his form under Warriors's fingers melted away into shadows.
"You stay here," Warriors told Sky, "for the same reason. I doubt they fed him, and having you so close might hurt more than it helps. Whoever Hyrule lets back here, subdue them and toss them in."
Sky looked troubled. "You think we need to kill someone?"
"Like I said, I doubt they fed him. He's a vampire. He needs blood. Depending on how much they hurt him, he could need an entire adult to come back to himself." Warriors tried to impress the severity of the situation to Sky through his gaze, and Sky backed down.
"I… suppose there are worse places to find a victim than a vampire hunter's den."
Warriors nodded, then took a breath and slipped into the room.
The single small window had been blocked first with paint, and then with several boards nailed onto it from the other side, letting in no light. Besides the blood-streaked floral wallpaper and bare floorboards, the room was devoid of any decoration. A chain hung from a closed hook bolted into the ceiling, trailing down to wind on the floor like a coiled snake. The chain ended in a pair of small manacles, locked around thin wrists.
Warriors hurried to Wind's side, kneeling down and gathering him up in his arms. He had a split lip and discolored throat, and his blue shirt had been torn down the side. His skin was cold in Warriors's hands, which told him right away that Wind had to be starving. No real heartbeat, no breath, no signs of life except for the very slight fluttering of his eyelids.
"Wind? Can you hear me?" Warriors asked quietly. "Don't fall asleep for twenty years again, like you said you did that one time. Come on, kid."
Wind made a soft noise in his throat and stirred. He opened one eye. "Wars? Mm… not a kid."
"Yeah, I know, you're a very powerful vampire, born sixteen-ninety-whatever, grew up in the Golden Age of Piracy, I get it. You remember that, right?"
"Mhm. 'Course. Tired."
Warriors lifted him up a bit as he heard a scuffle outside. "How about hungry?"
"Not thinkin' about that."
The door opened, and Sky appeared. He hauled an older man into the room by the arms, straining a bit to drag the weight. Warriors wasn't very hungry, but the scent of the man's bleeding head wound hit him hard, especially against the stale smell permeating this room in particular.
Wind groaned and turned to hide his face in Warriors's shirt. "Go 'way, Sky."
Sky hesitated, but Warriors impatiently gestured him and the body in. "He just doesn't want to hurt you."
"That's not a reason to come closer!" Sky said, though he continued to pull the man toward Wind.
The nearer he got, the tighter Wind held onto Warriors, who winced at the trust. It wasn't that he planned on breaking it, of course not, it was just odd to play this side of it. Wind had held him back from indulging his baser instincts more than once, when he was figuring things out. The bloodlust was hard to fight, and Warriors knew how strong Wind had to be to keep his head and not attack Sky right there. Warriors kept a hand on Wind's head.
"Where do you want him?" Sky panted, once he'd successfully dragged the man within five feet.
"Drop him there and go."
Sky hesitated, but he dropped the man's arms. "Do you need anything else?"
"We're fine." Warriors hugged Wind a little closer and gave Sky his best smile. It felt like a wince. "We've done this before."
"Right. We'll make sure the way out is clear." Sky left, just a little hesitant.
Once the door shut again, Warriors relaxed his hold on Wind. "There we go. Take as much as you want."
Wind had moved beyond the point of understanding words. As soon as Warriors let him go, he pounced, chain rattling as he attacked the man.
Warriors sat back and let him at it. Wind had never been a very clean eater, for as long as Warriors had known him, but he always went out of his way to try to not hurt whoever he took blood from. He'd passed on a few of his techniques to Warriors, who'd adopted a similar strategy.
Right now, Wind was too far gone to bother with any of that. If the man hadn't been dead before, he definitely was now, with his throat half-ripped out and the rest of him quickly exsanguinated.
After several minutes, Wind slowed, and soon stopprf. He hung his head over the bloody corpse for a few long seconds, then pushed himself to his feet and turned to face Warriors.
In the dim light, with half his face and front soaked with fresh blood, his bruises healing with the excess running through his veins, Wind looked every inch the two-hundred-year-old vampire he was. He looked down at the red-slick manacles around his wrists.
"Four picked the lock to get in here, he can probably pick that one, too," Warriors offered. He stood, too.
Wind lifted his hands to look at the metal. "He doesn't need to." Two sharp pops rang out through the room, and the manacles dropped to the ground. Wind adjusted his broken thumbs back into place with his teeth and allowed them to heal.
Warriors rolled his eyes. "That's unnecessary. You were just starving."
"Well, now I'm not starving or chained up." Wind offered a bright smile, and something in Warriors's stomach loosened. This was probably barely a blip on Wind's meter of inconveniences. "Did you say Four?"
"Yes." Warriors opened the door, and Sky stood up straight.
"Wars! Everything all right?" Sky peeked past Warriors to see Wind, who still stood there in all his bloody glory.
Wind froze, then hesitantly, futilely tried to wipe his chin off with a hand just as red as his face. "Um…"
"It's okay," Warriors told him, looking both ways down the hallway before exiting the room. "I told them all."
"You told them all?" Wind hissed, shoving past Warriors.
Sky offered Wind a single handkerchief, one clearly soaked by blood before and imperfectly cleaned. It would never be white again. It would also never hold quite as much blood as it would neeed, to clean Wind off. It was a nice gesture anyway.
"He did," Sky said as Wind narrowed his eyes. "As it turns out, all of us thought we were hiding the supernatural from everyone else."
"You're kidding." Wind hesitated, but took the handkerchief and wiped his mouth off. It only mostly worked.
"Not at all," Warriors confirmed. "Come on, we need to get out."
Wind crossed his arms as they started back toward the main hallway. "I don't want to just get out, Wars, I wanna burn this place to the ground."
"No. There are civilians here, Wind, it's a restaurant. Someone would notice."
"I've gotten away with arson before," Wind grumbled.
Warriors shook his head. "Not today."
"There is a fight going on, though." Sky put his hand on the doorknob. "It sounds like Time and Twilight are doing somewhat poorly out there. I don't know where Wild and Hyrule are, but I think Four is avoiding the fight to keep watching."
"How do you know?" Wind asked. "Wait, I can ask later. Don't die so I can ask. First, if there's a fight against these hunters, I'm going to get my revenge. Sweet, cold revenge."
Sky glanced at Warriors with mild concern.
"That last bit of blood in someone's veins is the strongest," Warriors said by way of explanation. "There are advantages to killing. He'll be riding high on that wave until he burns it out. It's not a bad idea to let him run wild for a bit."
With a shrug and an expression of 'So help me, Wars, I hope you know what you're doing,' Sky opened the door onto a shambles of a fistfight.
As Sky had thought, Twilight and Time struggled against the vampire hunters and thugs that had gathered in the area. There were more than Warriors had anticipated—more than ten, less than twenty. It wouldn't be an issue with all nine of them, but with only three or four… Twilight held his arm stiffly, and Time was backed into a corner. Four had joined the fight, but some of the hunters' tools were clearly bothering him. Wild was visible down the hall, running toward them with a black frying pan in his hand and a full-sized Hyrule right behind him.
Wind kicked the door open the rest of the way, banging it against the wall and drawing everyone's attention. He grinned, bloody fangs on full display.
"Did you know," Wind said, stepping out into the hallway, "that most vampires were killed off in the fifties? The seventeen-fifties, mind you. Hunters like you did their damndest, but could never kill me." The fight had stalled, everyone hypnotized, possibly literally. Warriors had never received a straight answer about that particular rumored ability.
"I'm one of the only old ones left. You know what that means, don't you?" Wind paused as if waiting for an answer, but none came. "You've bitten off more than you can chew, hunters."
The spell broke, and Wind launched himself wholeheartedly into the melee. He laughed as he dug his fingers into sternums and ripped apart ribcages. He tore his teeth into flesh and cracked open skulls like eggs.
With a full, hopped-up Wind on their side, unafraid to let loose, the tide of the scuffle quickly turned. Despite the carnage, Wind always managed to identify friend from foe. He kept well away from hurting Twilight or Wild or any of the others. Sky and Warriors didn't even bother joining the fight after seeing how it was going.
Once every enemy had been felled, Wind stood up and threw aside a handful of entrails. They landed on the wall with a wet splat and slid down to the baseboard, leaving a streak of blood. "That's it?"
"That should be it, for now," Time said, unfazed. "We should go before someone calls the police. Are you all right, Wind? You seem a little… manic."
Wind sucked a bit of blood off of his hand. If Warriors had thought he was bloody before, that was nothing compared to now. It was caked in his hair, and he'd probably start complaining about it once it began to dry. Sky's handkerchief wouldn't even make a dent. "I'm fine. That took care of all the extra energy. I could go for a nap."
"Come on. Legend should have a ride ready," Sky said, ushering Hyrule and Wild over the mess of body parts. He wrinkled his nose. "We can get everyone baths and a change of clothes."
"That sounds nice." Wind grabbed Warriors's sleeve and hung on as they headed toward the exit. "You hungry? You could go grab one of those for the road."
"I don't need your leftovers," Warriors said flatly. He smiled easily, though. Wind was always looking out for him. And he'd always look out for Wind.
Wind scoffed. "Pfft. Picky baby."
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Ending A/N: Hyrule had to go looking for a guy to kill, and he found some dude yelling at a waitress because she wasn't responding to his solicitations. He deserved to die.
Wind was born 1696 and turned into a vampire around 1710, during the golden age of piacy. He is eternally 14. Sorry, Wind. He mentions vampires dying in the 1750s, and unfortunately that included Tetra and her crew. He's a little bitter about that and will take any chance to get back at hunters for them.
I liked this AU! I might do more with it! :)
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Katie came over after work, we scarfed down some pizza (both of us were too excited to eat much), and we got our backpacks together for the expedition. We took everyone’s suggestions, and also added a large textbook, 2 disposable cameras (spoiler alert: we got 1-hour photo development, and not a single photo came out as anything but a dark smudge) and several skeins of bright orange yarn (my idea).
The trip down didn’t seem to take as long as before, though that probably had something to do with not worrying that something was going to jump out at us behind every curve.
When we got down to the door, we propped it open with the textbook. It didn’t seem too likely to close on its own, but better safe than sorry. Then we tied one end of the orange yarn to the nearest tree, and started down the path.
It was mostly quiet--no birdsong or anything--except that sometimes a gentle breeze would blow and the silver trees would kind of ring. Eventually we managed to spot the full moon, shining brilliantly off of some of the trees. The whole place was just stunningly beautiful. There were lampposts all along the path (kudos to whomever said we’d end up in Narnia lol), so we didn’t need our flashlights, but we couldn’t see very far into the woods. Every once in awhile the branches would jangle like something was moving through them: the first time it happened, Katie and jumped and grabbed each other and stared around in terror, but when nothing happened, we eventually decided it had either been a gust of wind or some kind of small animal (do they HAVE squirrels in metal forests?!), and after awhile we stopped doing more than jumping out of our skin every time it happened.
It wasn’t long before we had finished up a skein of yarn--a full 354 yards, according to the label!--and had to tie on a second one. While I was fiddling with the yarn, Katie said she saw something odd up ahead. When we got there, we found that the entire forest is not silver.
The silver trees slowly but surely gave way to gold trees. I really got scared at this point, because I remembered what @esmeiolanthe said about gold and diamond trees. I told Katie, and it kind of freaked her out too, though I think in general she’s much braver than I am. But we kept walking, and nothing changed: the trees ringing in the soft breeze, the moon shining above and the lampposts on either side, and an occasional rustle (more like a crash) in the woods.
The gold trees looked like maples (leaves shaped like the one on the Canadian flag). We tied another skein of yarn on, and another one, and eventually Katie tugged on my arm and pointed ahead. This time, I could see what she did: @esmeiolanthe was right. There were diamond trees.
These were absolutely stunning, and I would have been speechless at the sight if I hadn’t already been nearly speechless with fear. They were shaped like weeping willows, with long silvery streamers of narrow diamond leaflets glittering in the light of the lampposts and the moon. There was a lot more noise here--the willow branches moved a lot more than the oak or maples--and still those occasional crashes.
Finally, as we were getting to the very end of the fifth skein (I only took 7), the path slowly opened out, and we found ourselves on a little pebbled beach around an enormous lake.
The moon was shining brightly on the water. As far as we could see in the distance there were metal trees of various colors leading down to the beach, which was studded with the occasional lamppost (though they weren’t nearly as necessary here, since the moon was so bright out in the open.
On the far side of the lake we could see what looked like a beautiful palace, all lit up, and we could hear faint music echoing over the water.
And there wasn’t a ferryman there--but there was a boat. Just one rowboat with two oars and a lantern at one end.
We did NOT take the oars. In fact, I convinced Katie that we should go back: that we had explored enough for one night. Eventually she agreed, and we tied the end of the yarn to another tree and headed back up the path.
I was getting hungry by the time we reached the stairs--which, from this end looked set into an ivy-covered stone wall, the ends of which I couldn’t see--and was glad we had brought water and snacks for the hike back up the stairs.
We had gone down at about 7 pm, and when we got back it was only 8, though I would have sworn we spent much more than an hour down there. Katie and I ate the rest of the pizza and discussed what to do next.
Katie wanted to get in the boat and paddle across to the palace, to see what the music was all about. I remembered the thing about the ferryman, so I didn’t want to have anything to do with the boat: I wanted to walk along the beach and see if there was anything else to be seen on this side of the lake. After all, if we walk far enough, and the palace really is on the other side of the lake, we should come to it eventually, right? (Though it’s probably a few miles the whole way around--quite a hike.)
I’m really relying on you folks to give me some idea what you think we should do next: I think your advice might help Katie and me to make up our minds. Please comment or send an ask: what do you think we should do the next time we go down? Walk along the beach? Cross the lake in the boat? A secret third option? We know not to each anything we find down there, and not to steal the ferryman’s oars, but is there anything else we should be aware of??
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A review of Knight Terrors: Punchline 1 & 2
So I was going to just post a review of Knight Terrors: Punchline #2 today but then I figured why not go ahead and talk more about both issues?
Before I start though I wanna just compliment Danny Lore, Lucas Meyer, & Alex Guimarães. They came together to make a REALLY great pair of comics
So the issues follow the pretty basic set up of all the Knight Terrors tie ins. The protag of the book falling asleep, being subjected to whatever they were fearing at the moment, and then eventually fighting them off. Where these two set themselves apart though is the execution.
I don't really have a reason to bring it up here, but if you follow me on my main, you might know I'm a MASSIVE horror fan. A fact that has lead me to feeling pretty let down by this event as a whole. Sure, some of the stuff being shown in the other books is creepy, but scary?
Nope!
Which isn't a slight at the other writers at all, a lot of them are pretty good and even some of the other Knight Terrors books are fun, it's just hard to write really good horror.
Danny thought? They absolutely nailed it. Working off some pretty logical and, I'd say, relatable fears to tell the story and explore Alexis's perspective as much as you can in just two issues
Another thing I think this book has over others, and again no shade, is really subtle bits of dream logic in the art. Costumes not being quite right in photos, things notably shifting to afford you a better look when you want to see something from another angle.
All those little things your brain plasters over
It's a smart touch!
But that all leads to the question of what Alexis fears.
It's a couple things, nothing that the solicits said, the first is pretty simple-
Surveillance.
I've seen a few people complain about Babsgirl's inclusion in this, myself included, but it really makes sense with how the book presents it. It's not Babs, it's the surveillance she has.
Like love her or hate her Oracle has a genuinely horrifying level of control over the internet, and when you think about that constant threat of violence that molded Alexis into what she is? OFC she'd worry about that when she finds out just what she's been living under for life.
So yeah the big Batgirl monster isn't Babs it's the concept of surveillance like we're in the middle of a Magnus Archives episode.
I also like that it does, ultimately, play into her second fear: A lack of control.
(I don't wanna post too many full pages, but this one is too good not to drop in full)
But yeah control, and the fear of losing it, really does make sense for Alexis. Losing control of the narrative, the small amount of safety she's literally paid for with blood, it's perfect.
Most of the second issue is a fight, alongside what I mentioned before, but one thing I really appreciate that got lost in Gotham Game is the fact that Alexis refuses to just die despite fantasizing about it
Out of all of the clowns she is the one trying to expose a message and she's not going to stop
I dunno if her using broken glass to try and fight even when she's as good as dead is an explicit reference to the Orca fight in Joker #3 or a happy accident, but either way it rules.
And that's it in a nutshell.
An expertly done two issue book with some phenomenal art and coloring that handles Alexis pretty much perfectly.
Seriously DC I'd buy every variant of an ongoing with this creative team I NEED it
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Bright Lights (Small Spaces Quartet Sequel) (Chapter 1)
Title: Bright Lights (Chapter 1) A03 LINK
Synopsis: When her school plans a class field trip to a new circus coming into town, Samantha Adler decides that she's going to go regardless of her mother's rules. After all, it's just a circus--what could possibly go wrong? Sequel fic to the 'Small Spaces Quartet' by Katherine Arden.
Word count: appx 1500
notes: I won't really be putting notes on this one like my regular fics; there isn't anything to really warn for outside of what you might find in a middle-grade or maybe YA horror book.
The brilliant blood-red and orange leaves came by mid-September in sporadic patches, lining the neighborhood with mismatched trees in varying shades of summer green and autumn colors. In October, the older leaf-peepers that arrived on tour buses and clogged up local bed-and-breakfasts would complain that some of the trees had already gone through their good colors and they never used to be gone by then, but in Samantha Adler’s view, it was their own fault for waiting.
Samantha--Sam, unless she was feeling fancy or was in trouble--liked the way the trees looked as she walked to school this time of year. She often admired the way the patches of red and orange contrasted against the green, and the way the sunlight sometimes shone through them if she ran out the door a few minutes early and caught the sun rising at a certain angle.
This morning was, unfortunately, not one of the mornings where she got out the door early. She forgot to unpair her headphones from her phone before going to bed, so she didn’t hear her early alarm. It wasn’t until her mom rapped on the door and stuck her head inside, saying her name way too loud and way too frantically, that she’d realized she overslept.
Her alarm had been set early because she would’ve liked to take a shower and spend a little more time on her outfit and maybe put on some makeup. And because she had something really important to ask her mom, and she wanted to think a little more about how she would approach it. It was hard to convince her mom of anything, especially since they moved back to Evansburg.
She really wished she had remembered to unpair the headphones, because the thought of showing the permission slip to her mom without at least twenty minutes of preparation made her feel like she might just vomit up last night’s bedtime snack all over the carpet.
Well, if wishes were fishes, I’d have an aquarium, she thought to herself. There was nothing to do but speed-run her morning routine and hope for the best.
She only had just enough time to throw on clean clothes (or mostly clean; they passed the sniff test, anyway) and tie her curly brown hair into a ponytail before heading downstairs. She took a curious sniff before she made it all the way downstairs; it didn’t smell like anything, which meant that her grandpa was either having a bad day or he was still sleeping.
Sam lived in a colorful house with faded paint that had seen better days. It was the house that her mom had grown up in. Inside and out, it was varying colors of a faded Easter Egg that desperately needed a fresh coat of paint. The neighbors--and everyone else--called it “the Egg.”
There was a time when she didn’t live at the Egg with her mom and grandpa Roger. When she was very young, she, her mom and dad all lived together in an apartment in Burlington. Eventually, her parents had moved into a rental house with a patch of grass big enough for Sam to run around in. That had been Sam’s home until she was 12 years old, or about three years ago.
That was before the divorce and… everything else.
Sam hopped off the last stair and grabbed her backpack from its spot leaning against the staircase. It was a terrible place to leave her backpack, her mom routinely reminded her, which is exactly why she often left it there. Rebellion had to be taken wherever it could in the Adler household.
“Grab some breakfast,” her mom said as Sam crossed the threshold into the kitchen. She already had her laptop out on the kitchen counter and from the way her fingers were flying over the keyboard, was knee-deep in work emails. Aside from her mom, the kitchen was empty, which was a small relief.
Olivia Adler worked at the Evansburg History Museum, which was a small local museum that wasn’t even open to the public most days, except during leaf-peeping season when it drew in a modest amount of tourists. It was a noted step down from her previous job in Burlington, Sam knew, but her mom took it because it was mostly work-from-home.
Sam eyed the bowl of pre-poured cereal, plate of leftover muffins and orange juice that her mom had set on the counter. Definitely not her grandpa’s doing. If her grandpa Roger was having a good day and woke up early enough, the kitchen would have smelled like freshly baked bread or cinnamon french toast or homemade apple cider. Her mom cooked, too, but not as often as she used to; and nothing she made was ever as delicious as grandpa’s food.
Sam sighed and sat down on one of the stools shoved up against the table. She picked up one of the leftover muffins that her grandpa had made the day before and began to chew. It still tasted great, though she would have to hurry up and eat breakfast or she’d be late for school.
That was okay, she thought, because it meant she didn’t have time to agonize over what she was supposed to ask her mom this morning. She would just have to get it over with and ask and that was that.
As if on cue, a notification popped up on her phone. It was her group chat with Elisa and Owen, her best friends. Elisa’s text was in all-caps on the top of her screen: “DID YOU ASK YET??” Sam quickly shoved her phone back into her pocket and hoped her mom didn’t see it. But her mom still had her eyes glued to her laptop.
Just ask her, Samantha Adler, and stop being such a scaredy-cat.
Sam hated the way her stomach did flips when she was nervous. She took a drink of orange juice to wash down her muffin and then cleared her throat, glancing at her mom to see if she noticed.
Her mom looked up and paused in her typing. She grabbed a muffin of her own and took a small bite.
“What’s up, kiddo?”
Sam fought the urge to roll her eyes. She wished her mom didn’t call her things like kiddo or honey-bun anymore. They were such childish nicknames, and she was 15 going on 16. She wasn’t a little kid anymore. It seemed like her mom had started using them again more frequently in the last few years instead of less.
The orange juice tasted too sweet for her nervous stomach, but Sam took another sip before she spoke up again. Her hands were starting to sweat a little as she pulled up her backpack and unzipped it, then pulled out a crinkly piece of paper that had been weighing her down like a brick for the past few days.
Olivia Adler raised her eyebrows.
“Did you get detention?” The question was said in jest. Samantha Adler never got detention. “Or expelled?” Her mom smiled a little, which made Sam feel a bit less horrified by what she was about to ask.
But only a bit less horrified.
“No. It’s um,” Sam said, feeling like her throat was both too dry and too sticky at the same time. Just get the words out, she thought. Maybe she won’t say no this time. “It’s a permission slip. For a field trip.”
She quickly set the paper on the counter and shoved it towards her mom with slightly shaking fingers. “It’s also extra credit for Humanities.” She took a too-big bite of her muffin, chewing through her words as if that would somehow lessen the blow of a possible rejection. “It doesn’t cost any money unless you want to send me souvenir money, but I don’t want to buy anything there, it’d just be fun to go for once.” The last words came out quick and hurried and, she hated to admit it, hopeful.
Olivia’s eyes scanned the page and Sam felt like she could practically read her mom’s thoughts as the text went from generic permission slip form to a detailed description of where they’d be going. Because that’s when her mom’s face went from coolly neutral to frowning, her lip quirked down in a thin way that Sam knew meant she was biting the inside of her cheek. It was a habit she’d seen her mom do a lot lately.
Olivia sighed and set the paper down. She tapped her fingers on the counter. It was like the words floated in the air before they left her mouth, filling the empty kitchen with a heavy tension.
“Sam, I’m sorry, but…” She began, but Sam snatched the paper from her mom’s hand, shoved it in her backpack, and made for the front door.
Tears pricked at the edges of her eyes and she was glad her grandpa was sleeping, because if he was awake, he’d probably make her stop and talk it out with her mom.
She didn’t want to talk it out. She was tired of her mom always gently saying “Sorry, but…” She was even tired of the way that her mom always looked genuinely sorry about it; looked like she had something she wanted to say to Sam to explain away her refusals, but never did.
“Sorry” wasn’t going to get her on the bus to the field trip with her friends, was it?
Ignoring her mom softly saying her name, Sam shoved her feet into her shoes before she hoisted her backpack around her shoulder and left the house.
Grandpa Roger was sleeping, so she didn’t slam the front door.
But she really wished she could have slammed it hard enough to shake the house.
#bright lights#small spaces#small spaces quartet#fanfiction#afterwitch writes#gonna tag all the chapters for this series with 'bright lights'#also uploaded to ao3!
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