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gripefroot · 6 months

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Crooked Ways [14/22]

Training had lost its appeal.

Perhaps the novelty of the gravity sensors had worn off; perhaps he’d outmatched the robots one too many times. Regardless, halfway through a training session Vegeta punched the stop button on the console, his ears muffled by the sudden silence as the machinery shut down. Once silent, the churning emotion inside of him took precedence. With a grunt he sank onto the floor by the center console, folding his arms and closing his eyes.

It was a technique that had gotten him through awful moments before. Though what the awfulness was in this case, he couldn’t be sure. He’d seen no death for months; killed none. The lack of real fighting had worn on him, that was true, but Vegeta had brought himself to the physical brink of training enough to offset his violent urges. Or so he believed.

Stretching out his legs, he inhaled deeply through his nose, and exhaled it more slowly. And again. And again. And again. The sweat on his body dried to a prickle, making him itch. He didn’t move. Outside the pod the chatter of the groundskeepers drifted by and faded. Helicopters came and went, as was normal for the compound. Someone whistled. A dog barked.

The door opened.

Vegeta didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was Bulma. Every cell of his skin flared, heightened awareness to the perfume she’d been wearing all week and the familiar traipse of her footfalls before it stopped right in front of him.

Several moments passed before he sensed her crouching beside him. Then a soft kiss alighted his cheek, then the other, then her soft palm cupping his jaw while she positively rained kisses over his face.

“What’s this?” he grunted, unwilling to show how much he liked it.

“You know,” Bulma said between kisses. “When most people meditate they look like they’re about to fall asleep. You look about one second away from exploding.”

Vegeta grunted again, the tension disappearing from his muscles. Finally he unraveled, reaching out to hold Bulma by the hips as she crawled over his lap with a smile. This dress wasn’t as revealing as the one he’d loved earlier in the week, but it still gave him a perfect feel of her shapely rear.

“Oh, Vegeta,” she sighed, lips pressed to his hairline. “My sullen Saiyan prince.”

A shiver raked up his spine with claw-like violence. He couldn’t breathe, not until he squeezed his eyes shut and forced his body to start working again.

“Since when do you possess me?” he asked hoarsely.

“Since you melted when I kissed you,” Bulma said. She wouldn’t know, then, what the possessive meant to him. What it meant to all Saiyans. Speaking his next words took the courage that killing a foe never had, and Vegeta’s gut twisted and turned before he managed,

“All endearments in the native Saiyan tongue are preceded by my,” he told her. The stroke of her fingertips along his cheek wanted to pull him under his spell, but he had to say it. “Because it’s…strong. Dominating. V-victorious.” He swallowed with a tiny groan, her lips on his jaw. Gripping her hips more tightly, he panted out a breath in little puffs. At least with her on all fours straddling his lap, she wouldn’t feel his erection.

“That’s cute,” she murmured. “It’s the same here. Sometimes, at least.”

Vegeta didn’t say that in matters of courtship, claiming one as one’s own was akin to a betrothal. Bulma wouldn’t know she’d just proposed marriage to the Prince of all Saiyans, and the prospect of telling her her gaffe terrified him.

It didn’t mean the same to her. It wouldn’t mean the same in her native tongue rather than in the Saiyan language.

But the tug in his chest told him that his excuses were paltry. He was hers, in a way he’d been no one else’s, and he was undone by a single word.

“How - how were the meetings today?” he choked out.

Bulma’s fluttering kisses ceased. Slowly she pulled away, head tilted curiously to the side to regard him. “You’ve never asked that before,” she said. “What’s going on?”

“N-nothing.”

“I can see right through you, you know. Spill it.”

Vegeta couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say anything of the hurricane ravaging him deep inside, couldn’t say anything of what closed its fingers over his throat and held him under. So instead he touched the ends of her bright hair, twisting the strands around his fingers. Her hair was delicate and fine next to his skin; scarred and mottled and calloused.

“You’re my woman,” he said at last, barely above a murmur. “I won’t be possessed unless I possess in turn.”

Bulma’s laugh was sweet, inches from his ear. “Of course you won’t. The meetings were fine, by the way. I’m just glad today was the last day. Next week is the annual audit but Dad promised he’d go so I wouldn’t have to.”

“So you’ll be around to bother me more?”

She smiled ear to ear. “Yes. I hope you’re ready.”

“I anticipate my new battle suit.”

Her smile tightened, eyes rolling slightly. “Blah, blah, blah. Will your demands never stop?”

“No,” Vegeta said, an arm curling around her back to tug her into his arms. “Never.” He ate up her giggles in a series of open-mouthed kisses, savoring each noise as a delicacy he’d never been allowed to feast on so freely.

“We could go eat dinner,” Bulma suggested a while later, when her hand was splayed on his chest and he was contemplating how much her slap would hurt if he tried to test the weight of her breasts in his hands.

“We could.”

“Aren’t you hungry? You trained all day, didn’t you?”

“Not all day,” he said. Then, “I’m not particularly hungry for food.”

Disappointment made a pout of her kiss-swollen lips. “More training?”

“No.”

“A movie?”

Movies meant kissing. If he spent more time kissing her, he really would explode. And it wouldn’t be dignified, befitting a prince.

“Well, I’m hungry,” Bulma said with a toss of her hair. “I’m going to eat. Stay here and pout if you’d like, but I’m going.” She crawled off her lap with questionable dignity, tugging down her skirt to cover her legs.

“You could ask me to come with you,” Vegeta pointed out, put-out that he was left alone on the ground with only an erection for company.

“Far be it from me to make such a demand on a prince’s time.” But she was smiling over her shoulder, bending over to scoop up her discarded shoes. “Come on, Vegeta. Let’s eat.”

Vegeta watched the streaks of moonlight coming through the blinds of his window move across the ceiling, the pace annoyingly slow. On some planets, moons and stars positively danced their way over the horizon. More than once he’d been kept awake on patrol or after a battle, mesmerized by the heavenly bodies. Earth had no such perks. Of course.

Fingers laced behind his head, and still in his training clothes, he hadn’t been able to shed his internal disquiet making itself so known in his actions. Or lack of actions, rather. He hadn’t eaten his usual feast, and uncharacteristically been enthralled by a television show about lizards. Bulma had fallen asleep a few minutes in, using his thigh as a pillow. A few weeks earlier he would have pushed her off, but he found that he no longer had the heart for it, and his leg had gone numb before the credits rolled.

She was more fatigued by the conference than she had admitted. Vegeta snorted at the thought - the woman had enough pride to be a true Saiyan, even if she didn’t have the power for it.

This restless, (though he hadn’t moved a muscle since laying down) he should have gone to the training pod to exhaust himself until he had no choice but to pass out.

He was getting soft.

A barely-audible scratch at the door filled his ears. Then the knob turned.

Vegeta hoisted himself to an elbow, watching Bulma’s dark form move closer, almost silently. She wore her pajamas that didn’t deserve to be called such, her curls flattened, possibly by tossing and turning.

“Why are you here?” he asked roughly. The light years in difference between her bandaging him or him bringing her a meal in bed and this, whatever it was, didn’t escape him, stupid as he felt by the sight of her bare feet nervously digging into the carpet.

“Vegeta,” she said, then stopped. After a deep breath her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You’re supposed to be good at sex, aren’t you?”

Oh, hell. He knew that was going to come back to haunt him.

“Saiyans are known for it, yes,” he said.

“Well,” Bulma said. She took another step closer, now a streak of blue from head to toe in the moonlight. “Show me.”

What little brainpower he possessed when she stood in front of him, let alone in this state, fizzled out. “Huh?” was all he managed.

“Please,” she added. Her posture was so nervous that Vegeta almost started fidgeting himself. She shifted her weight foot to foot, she fingered the hem of her top, her lips pursed side to side. “If you don’t want to, just say so!” Bulma blurted.

“No! I mean - I do, it’s just that…”

I never had the chance to learn such a pillar of my cultural heritage. But on the other hand…how often had Vegeta been handed such a glorious opportunity? If this didn’t recalibrate his mind, didn’t put him back on track of training, he may as well give up fighting entirely. He reached out a hand to her, well out of her reach, but with a puff of relief she launched herself onto the bed and into his arms.

Just what I need, he decided when their clumsy lips found each other in the dark. I’ll satiate my urges and get back to training in the morning.

Vegeta attempted to recall, somewhat belatedly, all the information on Earth women and how they experienced sex that he’d digested. It was gone. Completely gone.

But that was just as well. In the moonlight with only him and Bulma and her body sending him signal after signal, his body responded to each one in perfect turn. His fingers crawled up her front, noticing the way her stomach tensed and twitched along his path. Good. She was responsive. That boded well. With a fingertip on the top button of her top, Vegeta drew in a shuddering breath before popping it through the hole. For a brief moment his forehead rested on hers, the sensation of standing on a cliff overlooking an endless, depthless sea tremored through him with licks of fear hot on his tail.

How could he do this? How could he admit - how could he let her see - how could this -

“Hey.”

Gentle hands cradled his face, tilting it until they faced each other. Just like he preferred, her hair spilled over the pillows, a crooked, rueful smile decorating her lips.

“If you don’t - ” she began.

“I do! I want this!”

“Sheesh! No need to yell, I’m right here.” Bulma never stopped smiling, raking her fingers through his hair until he groaned like a damn animal. How did she do this to him? “Why don’t,” she suggested in a soft voice, “you kiss me.”

“I’ll kiss you all night,” Vegeta said, hating the crack in his voice. “I’ll-I’ll never stop, I swear it.”

“You’ll have to stop at some point,” she teased.

“No! Do not tell me what to do!”

He plundered a kiss worth a thousand demands, a million orders. He drank her up with his mouth until he’d fumbled through the rest of her buttons, rutting against her all the while. All his years of vapid self-control, of blustering aloofness, and cruel disdain, he was made a wretch of a coward at the first touch of a woman.

No. No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t shame his ancestors in such a way. He’d do it and he’d do it well, and if Bulma walked away unsatisfied he’d simply train until he could emerge victorious.

Vegeta dragged in a breath from between her lips, taking her moan with him. Into her shorts his fingers crept downward, noting the way her thighs trembled. His mouth found her neck, suckling gently until she gasped and squirmed and he realized his fingers were wet.

He was already victorious.

“Shh,” he growled in her ear. “You cannot wake up anyone else in the compound, no matter how much you want to scream. Do you understand?”

“Why?” she retorted breathlessly. “You don’t want a line of curious gawkers wanting their turn with your magical alien lovemaking skills?”

“I will make love to no one but you.” He caught her earlobe between his teeth. “You’re my woman. Do you understand?”

“Y…yes.” Her sigh raised the hairs on the back of his neck.

No matter what happened, he must not let himself fall into his own pleasure. Lose himself in the act. Bulma had asked that he demonstrate a skill, and so he would. He couldn’t let himself drown in her.

Then again, Vegeta liked a dash of danger.

#vegebul #dbz fanfic #dragon ball #bulma x vegeta

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stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 · 2 days

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RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN PART 10

CHAPTER 10: LIKE MOTHER LIKE DAUGHTER

TAGS: CHEATING AND BETRAYAL

summary: Y/N's world turns chaotic when her crush dates her former friend-turned-foe. In a circle of rich kids filled with fake friendships and leaked secrets, she struggles to trust anyone. As new faces complicate things, Y/N wonders where she fits in. Will she find love with her crush, or discover it in unexpected places?

part one part two, part three, PART FOUR part 5 PART 6 part 7.1

part 7.2 part 8 part 9

When y/n returned home, she was met with the sight of Yeji packing her bags, her expression angry and hurt. Unable to contain her confusion, y/n approached her, asking what had happened.

Yeji's voice shook with anger as she exploded, "So, you went to my boyfriend's house, played your games, and because of your manipulation, he confessed his love to you and you didn't even bother to tell me?"

Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief. "Manipulation? Is he a child, Yeji? And I didn't tell you because he threatened me, you know how tough things are for my family right now."and all this happened literally like 3 hours ago.

"Shut the hell up, y/n!" Yeji snapped, her words cutting deep. "Stop acting like you're the saint here. Like mother, like daughter, they say. Well, maybe they're right."

With those hurtful words, Yeji stormed out, leaving y/n feeling shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes as the accusation echoed in her mind. Sitting on the sofa, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing, feeling the weight of Yeji's words crushing her.

Just then, Felix entered the room, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of y/n's distress. Rushing to her side, he asked frantically, "What happened?"

Looking up at him, y/n felt a surge of emotion. "I'm not like her, Felix. I'm not like my mother."

Without a word, Felix wrapped his arms around her, offering comfort and understanding in her moment of vulnerability.

After sometimes felix and chanbin had a huge fight about changbin not trusting him meanwhile y/n decided to give both of them space. she went to see chan.

As y/n stepped into the bustling 3RACHA studio, she couldn't help but be taken aback by its cool, industrial vibe. Spotting Bang Chan amidst the creative chaos, she felt a wave of relief wash over her, and she rushed over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug.

"Chan!" she exclaimed, peppering his cheek with quick kisses.

Chan laughed warmly, returning her embrace. "Hey there, missed you."

Their intimate moment was momentarily disrupted by Han's sarcastic remark, but y/n shot him a playful glare before refocusing on Chan, who pulled her onto his lap and planted a gentle kiss on her nose.

Sinking into Chan's embrace, y/n let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the chaotic week pressing down on her. "It's been a crazy week, Chan. Felix and Changbin are at each other's throats, and my house feels like a zoo."

Concern flashed in Chan's eyes as he noticed the dark circles under y/n's eyes. "And what's with these dark circles? You look exhausted."

Y/n hesitated, debating whether to share her turmoil with Chan. Finally, she took a deep breath and decided to confide in him. "It's... it's because of Hyunjin and Yeji."

Chan's brows furrowed in confusion. "What happened?"

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, y/n explained.

Chan's frustration boiled over, his eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. How could Hyunjin and Yeji dare to blame y/n for their own actions? It was infuriating to see y/n being held accountable for circumstances beyond her control, especially when she had gone out of her way to help Yeji,Chan clenched his fists, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. He wanted to do something, anything, to make things right for y/n,

Chan looked at y/n with intensity, his eyes reflecting both determination and affection. "Let's date each other, y/n. I know you've mentioned taking things slow because of your situation, and I respect that. But I really like you, and I want to be there for you when things like this happen. We're not together officially, and you don't involve me in these issues, but I want to be there for you. I don't want to hear any excuses about your life being messy and all that. I don't care. We've been seeing each other for two months. Let me be your boyfriend. I really, really like you."

Y/n's emotions swirled as she gazed into Chan's earnest eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat at his sincerity, the weight of his words sinking in. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, "Chan..."

Before she could finish, Chan closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. As they pulled away, y/n's eyes shimmered with emotion. "I really, really like you too.

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acradaunt · 2 months

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Acra's EO Guild Card Megapost

Guild Cards are a neat thing in the most of the Etrian Odyssey games. Sometimes, they're pretty pointless, but in some, they actually do some neat stuff. I… have a tendency to do multiple playthroughs, to try different team compositions (as seeing how different a game can feel based on your builds is one of my favourite things ever, and I also like abandon them before the big fights, on the hypothetical urge I want to re-fight a boss at an appropriate level an infinite number of times), so I've amassed a fair few of my own.

Why am I uploading these now? Apparently the Nexus database got borked a couple days ago, so this is the perfect time for me to get a few feet in the door. I also swear this is the last time I'll ever post about these, seriously.

EO Nexus -A total of 100 Guild Cards are needed to unlock the Vampire pseudo-class. Obviously, 100 is a lot, so they obviously expected the community, paltry it may be, to come together to make a database. And they did. And then they locked it the second they got 108. And then it died. So now I finally get a second chance to contribute.

Galeforce

-My first (main) playthrough. I actually uploaded a card weekly to help out, but I think only the first one made it on in time. It's not Heroic because it's like a NG+++++ file. This is the final card, but for the weekly set of them, um, here:

Week 0 || Week 1 || Week 2 || Week 3 || Week 4 || Week 5 || Week 6 || Week 7

Stardust

-Filled with all my C-listers that couldn't fit into Galeforce. I ran them as two separate teams; the Boss Killers (shown here), who fought the FOEs/Bosses, and Team Midriff, who did all the exploration.

Sunstorm

-A Guild consisting of classes I mostly avoid using, and portraits I hadn't (as of its conception) used before. As always, there's like another three members that get used that aren't here, including a Survivalist, Nightseeker, and an Arcanist.

Maelstrom

-An attempt at a Nuzlocke-esque run, and also an 'evil' party. Characters stopped being used if they died, but only until the end of the stratum, to not make it overbearing. Being an evil party lacking in support and healing, this was an absolute slog that I considered a total failure by the Jungle.

Brilliant

-An idea for a mage-guild that kinda went askew. Starting as a Sovereign, three Zodiacs, and a Farmer, I ultimately turned this into three single-element teams; Each consisting of a unique Sovereign, a unique Zodiac, two other characters that get earlygame elemental skills (Survivalist's Flame Arrow, Landsknecht, etc.), but the same Farmer (Hazel) across all three. Didn't take it all that far, but worked kinda well!

EOV -Definitely where Guild Cards are seen the most. About 2-4 times every floor, there'll be an event that'll use you GC database to have another guild interact with you in the labyrinth. If you have none, you'll be introduced to memelord Conrad of the Freeblade Guild about 110 times in your course of a playthrough. In stark contrast, Nexus only has GC events maybe a dozen times across the whole game.

Starlight

-Main guild. Not a lot to say. It's a Chain-oriented party, because I love Fencers/Landsknechts.

Bundt

-Cake pun. See, bundt is a type of cake, and the guild is filled with Brouni. As in Brownies, the fairy/pixie/sprite, but I'm punning off the--- ANYWAY. Horrific offense, but don't die easily. Kinda miserable against a few specific enemies like the coffin jerks on 15F, but otherwise worked astonishingly better than you'd expect. Which is; not GOOD, but totally serviceable.

Necrocosm

-My original 'evil' guild, featuring two Necromancers, and edge as far as the eye can see. Two Necros work pretty well together; typically Velvet summoned them and Rue made them explode. The fact Necros heal and have evil vibes let them succeed where Maelstrom would totally fail. I also didn't bench anyone for dying, so that probably helped too.

Firebird

-This playthrough is only saved at Amalgolem and took like a single weekend to get there, so I didn't remember squat about it. Amalgolem is like my single fave boss in the whole series, so I just had to leave a file there. It's heavily skewed towards non-humans, and the bottom deck of the guild is just full of nigh-on unusable cross-classed horrors, like a Celestrian Pugilist and Therian Warlock.

EO2U -Probably where Guild Cards are the most functionally useful. Lets you get the Grimoire Stones the attached character has on hand as many times as you can afford. Pretty nifty, as Grimoires are semi-random in spawning.

Skyquake

-So I didn't actually buy EO2U when it came out for a variety of factors, not least being unaware how different it was from the original EOII, my first EO game. So I've only started this and Untold I fairly recently.

Ironroot

-Holy Gift gives you extra experience, but each level costs twice as much to trade as the previous. That is, you need two level 3 Grimoires to get a level 4. Or 128 level 3s for a single level 10. So having a Guild Card with lowish level Holy Gift is actually pretty dang useful to have.

Untold

-Story Guild. Haven't… uh, haven't exactly been Motivated to do Story mode in Untold 2. On paper, I really dislike the team composition. In practice, hasn't been so bad, but still not enough to make me play them more than necessary.

Fellbloom

-Now legally required Evil Guild. Probably won't ever get past Chimaera.

EOU -Unlike the sequel, Guild Cards don't let you choose what to get from the friend's Guild Card. You just get given a random Grimoire Stone once per playthrough per Guild Card. Kinda lame.

Untold -Unlike later games, only one save file here, and the game nigh-on requires you to play through the Story Mode before doing Classic in NG+, so, that's where we sit.

EOIV -First game to use QR codes. III had Guild Cards, but I don't know how you'd trade them. They do serve a purpose here; each Card gets given a random treasure, and having a Card lets you find that treasure in the overworld. Most are crap, but some are circumstantially useful, and some are permanent stat-boosts, IIRC. I don't think mine was very good…?

Zephyr

-Uh, EOIV had a glitch where your Ventured Days would go up dramatically every time you paused. I think it comes into affect if you ever do NG+. So I haven't actually played for 48 in-game years. Truth be told, now knowing of a way to back up save files, I am admittedly tempted to make a new EOIV playthrough, since it's been like a decade, but for my own sanity, I really probably shouldn't.

#etrian odyssey #guild card #etrian odyssey nexus #eon

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lady-rose-moon · 2 years

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I need him back

A/N; so this basically takes Wanda out of Marvel and puts you in her place! Ruling out WandaVision, you follow in Wanda's footsteps through Multiverse of Madness

Warnings: major character death, Corrupted!Reader, mental torture

Summary: after finding out that you have lost absolutely everything in the world that you held dear, you are determined to get it back.

Part One { Part Two { Part Three

As the battle raged around you, you swung your sword and your daggers flew in all directions, hitting Chitauri after Chitauri. Staying on Midgard after Thor and Loki left to go back to Asgard to face off with their sister might have been a good idea since all these beasts have returned. As you drove a dagger into the skull of a rider, you saw the Bifrost activate and you anxiously awaited both Princes joining the battle. Sadly, only Thor stepped out of the Bifrost without Mjolnir and with a new axe.

"Thor!" you called out over the cries of the Chitauri. You slammed your sword into another beast before sliding between their legs and sprinting over to the elder prince, "Thor! Where is Loki? Is he okay?"

Thor stared down at you and cupped your neck gently, his eyes full of drowning sorrow and he pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," the God whispered, "Loki is dead. Really dead."

Your world crashed in that moment and you laughed into Thor's shoulder, patting his back and shaking your head, "don't be silly! Loki can't die! He's died twice before and has come back! You'll see, he's fine!"

"Lady Y/N," Thor pressed, his eyes full of despair as he reached out to you.

Smiling, you batted away his hand and threw a dagger over his shoulder, "Loki isn't dead, Thor. He's Loki! He's tricked us before!"

Before Thor could lie even more, you ran off into the heat of battle, your mind consumed with thoughts of falling into bed with Loki at the end of the day and raving about how amazing it felt to drive your daggers through the skulls of your victims. Loki couldn't be dead, he would never leave you alone in this world!

A rumble sounded throughout the battlefield and your seiðr immediately informed you that Thanos had arrived. Grinning, your seiðr gleamed around your hands as you took off into the air to face the deadly foe. Even if you went to Valhalla in this battle, Loki would understand! You were going to kill Thanos for breaking Loki back when he fell from the Bifrost.

You landed in front of the titan just as he was approaching Wanda and Vision. You saw that she was going to destroy the Mind Stone and therefore kill Vision and your heart cracked, how it must feel to lose the one you love. Loki would cuddle you later as you cried for them.

Turning to Thanos, he studied you and recognition flashed in his eyes. "Ah," the titan spoke, running chills down your spine as your seiðr crackled around you, "God of Mischief's wife. So sad that you weren't there to see him. It's a shame that he had to die, he could have been my puppet again."

You laughed as you held a dagger up to his face, he was trying to get under your skin. Loki wouldn't have died and left you alone here! He will be here, he and Heimdall were just taking their time! "Nice try but I know he's alive, you haven't won!"

"Oh dear," Thanos chuckled darkly, approaching you and watching your stance tighten, ready to attack, "you're in denial, child. As much as you wish to deny it, I am telling the truth. Loki Laufeyson is dead. Neck snapped and he was dead before he was even thrown back to his worthless brother."

Rage soared through your veins and you screamed as your seiðr ignited in your palms, throwing blast after blast at the titan as he used the Space Stone as a shield against your attacks. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you focused on the core of your seiðr and wrapped a ring of green fire around him.

You closed in the ring around him but you were thrown to the ground when the Mind Stone exploded behind you. Slowly getting to your feet, you didn't have time to stop him as Thanos activated the Time Stone and turned back time around him.

When you were back in your previous place, seiðr burning in your hands, Thanos swatted you away and knelt beside you, picking your head up by your hair. "I know grief, little one, I see why he used you," Thanos spoke softly before dropping you down onto the ground and walking towards Wanda and Vision, kicking Wanda away and seizing Vision by the throat.

You watched as he tore the Stone from Vision's head and added it to the gauntlet, taking in the powerful energy of the combined Infinity Stones.

Suddenly, Thor's new axe flew through the air right into Thanos's chest. Landing before the titan and taking his head into his hand, Thor snarled down at him, "I told you, you'd die for that."

"You... you..." Thanos began, his breathing laboured as Thor stared at him in confusion, "you should have gone for the head."

"NO!" Thor yelled but it was too late, Thanos snapped his fingers and a shockwave threw him and Thor back.

Getting to your feet, you rushed over to your brother-in-law and cupped his cheek, "Thor? Thor! Come on, not you too!"

Thor slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at you before your eyes widened as you stared at your hands. They were disappearing! You were disappearing!

Thor pulled you into a hug, shaking his head quickly, "don't go. Don't go! Not like him..."

"I'm sorry..." you whispered to him, tilting your head and smiling at him, "I'll say hello to Loki for you."

As quick as you disappeared, you reappeared. Knelt awkwardly on the floor, you looked around in confusion for any sign of Thor. He had just been here! Where is he!?

An orange portal appeared in front of you and you held out your daggers to the sorcerer that you had met before. "So, we meet again, Princess Y/N Lokiwife. I'm sorry it is under such circumstances but we need your help."

Your anger from before resurfaced and you threw a dagger in his direction but he merely caught it and sighed, "I apologise for what happened, Y/N," Doctor Strange spoke carefully, "Loki was a good man to you. I trust that he will continue to live in your memory."

Scoffing, you marched past the sorcerer through the portal. What you saw on the other side was the ruined land that used to be Avengers Compound. Seeing it destroyed left a mournful spark in your heart as you remembered how you and Tony had agreed to study the science of magic in the labs, how you and Cap had sparred on the grass out front, how you and Loki had danced in the rain one too many times and it left you rolling in the sheets for the next three hours.

Even the thought of Loki had tears prickling in your eyes but you stood tall, daggers in one hand and a sword in the other. Your Asgardian armour materialised on your body, changing your chosen colour on the leathers to green to honour the loss of your husband. His helm appeared on your head, the simple one that he wore throughout his reign as King of Asgard.

Everyone was gathering together, waiting for a signal to attack and you readily joined them, keen to take your anger out on another army. The weapons in your hands vibrated with your nerves as you took in the tension around you, you could feel all the sorrow and loss burning in the atmosphere and being transformed into rage, determination to fight for what was right and to save the world.

"Avengers!" Came the voice of Steve from a way down, his voice magnified thanks to Doctor Strange. Mjolnir came flying into his hand and you stared in shock for a moment before he whispered, "assemble."

With a mighty cry, you all charged at the army on the other side of the field. You pushed your seiðr into your hands and propelled up into the sky. Below, you could see the moment both sides hit and began the brawl but you focused on one; Thanos. He was wearing armour this time but that bastard wouldn't be spared because of that. With a roar, you dropped down and the space around you gleamed with green when you landed.

Instantly, the scent of blood and dust and explosives hit your nose and it fueled your rage even more. Meeting eyes with your foe, you snarled, "you took everything from me."

The monster regarded you carefully but there was no recognition in his eyes as he raised his blade and got into a battle stance, "I don't even know who you are."

"You will," you whispered and closed your eyes. Centuries old seiðr burned through your veins, prickling to be used, to be ignited and bring forth your storm. With deep concentration, you lifted off the ground, the floor around you lifting alongside you and memories flew through your mind as you launched debris after debris at the monster.

"Remember, darling," he whispered gently into your ear, his hands stroking down your forearms as your hand gleamed your familiar forest green, "you know yourself better than anybody. Channel your knowledge into your hands and try again."

Following his lead, you closed your eyes and dug deep into yourself, curling protectively around your magical core as you felt it pulse and spark at your proximity. Slowly, you drew it to the surface and opened your eyes, grinning when you saw a fully formed illusion of yourself in front of you. Whooping with joy, you turned and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, laughing and giggling.

Loki laughed with you before his eyes dropped to your lips and he leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to yours and smiling when you sighed into the kiss, your arms tightening around his neck.

Tears streaming down your cheeks, you pushed past the many illusions you had created to distract the monster and leapt forward, catching him off-balance and throwing him to the floor, your dagger to his neck.

"Now I remember you," Thanos spat, "you're Laufeyson's whore. All he ever screamed was your name as I cut him to pieces and put him together again. Judging by your anger, I say he's dead. Judging by your need to murder me, I killed him."

Your dagger was so close to his throat before you were thrown away by a Chitauri rider, screaming in anger as Thanos got away. Luckily, he didn't get far before Wanda confronted him. Her power was immense and you couldn't help but stand frozen as she attacked him, lifting him up into the air and almost squeezing him to death before he called for his whole army.

You saw the guns start to lock their target onto Wanda so you quickly got to your feet and slid in front of her, pulling up a barrier to save the both of you from the blasts.

"Thanks," Wanda panted, helping you to your feet, offering you a broken smile.

"Anytime. I've got a monster to defeat," you patted her shoulder before running back at Thanos, only to see a woman holding him in place, the gauntlet on his hand that she was keeping open with just her brute strength. When he headbutted her, she showed no reaction so you took Thanos's shock as an opening and blasted his feet so he fell.

You walked up to the woman and sighed, "this man murdered my husband. Let me kill him."

Thanos chuckled and reached up, tugging the power stone from the gauntlet and using its power to blast the both of you away. You hit the ground and rolled, trying to get back onto your feet before Tony lunged in and you watched him take the stones from the gauntlet before he was pushed away.

Thanos heaved breaths as he stood tall, gauntleted hand raised high. "I am... inevitable."

When he snapped, nothing happened and he looked confused, turning over his hand and staring down at the empty gauntlet.

You heard the clink of stones behind you and you turned with Thanos to see Tony on his knees, taking the full power of the Infinity Stones as he glared at Thanos.

"And I..." Tony breathed, his speech becoming difficult as he tried to focus on the matter at hand, "am... Iron Man."

The snap that followed filled your heart with hope as you spun around, hoping to see those that Thanos killed revived; including Loki. Instead, you watched as monster after monster disappeared. Realising what was happening, you stalked forward and grabbed Thanos's hand, snarling down at him.

"My face will be the last you see, just as yours was Loki's last," you spat, smirking as his face was reduced to ash.

~~~~~~~

The satisfaction of Thanos' death didn't linger for long. You didn't attend Tony's funeral but you paid respects before you disappeared from his cabin.

Your anger still burned inside you as you tracked down the witch who had what you needed. Agatha Harkness. You had stalked her for several days now and you were sure her home was covered in powerful runes. You readied yourself for the probability that you would be without your magic, a holster on your thigh prepped with daggers and throwing knives and a gun, a holster on your bicep hidden under your sleeve with another dagger and the pin you spun your hair around was sharpened to use as a weapon if needed.

Blasting down the door, you stepped out of the way of a blast of purple and smirked when you saw Agatha, purple glowing in her hand as she glared at you.

"I thought I sensed someone stalking me," the witch spat, sending another blast your way which you attempted to sidestep but it hit you in your side, making you double over, "what do you want, hun? Are you lost?"

You giggled and threw a dagger right at her face, watching as she caught it and sent it right back to you before the image of you disappeared in a gimmer of green and you appeared behind her. "Sorry," you cooed, kicking her feet and watching her fall, "but I need something of yours."

"The Dark Hold?" Agatha asked sweetly, a sinister look glimmering in her eye, "it consumes everything it touches. Are you sure, dear? Surely Loki wouldn't be very happy."

"I'm doing this for Loki, witch, he will never have to know," you snarled, the remnants of your seiðr gleaming as ropes formed around her, "I'll take the book off your hands."

You walked closer to her and took a keyring from her belt, seeing the book charm on it that seeped with dark magic. You glared down at Agatha with a sickening smirk on your face, "I'm sorry," you whispered, "but you aren't allowed to remember this."

You delved into her mind the moment you touched her temple, erasing all memory of you from her mind and planting ideas in her head that she had lost the Dark Hold a year ago. Smirking, you unbound her and left the dingy cottage, disappearing in a gimmer of forest green.

~~~~~~~

Feeling the press of lips to your skin, you smiled and opened your eyes, seeing Loki above you. With a bright smile on your face, you reached up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down into a soft kiss. Loki quickly sighed into the kiss and his tongue passed between your lips, his hips rocking against yours,

Taking a breath, you pulled away and whimpered at the sight of him above you. His curls were bouncy, his eyes the most beautiful emeralds that you had ever seen, his toned body easily holding itself above you. With a grin, you pulled him into a more heated kiss and he growled playfully as he rolled onto his back, you straddling him as you continued to kiss.

Just as you were about to undress him, he grabbed your wrist gently and frowned as he whispered, "this has to stop."

You frowned instantly, curious as to why he was saying such a thing. "What do you mean, Loki?

Loki stared down at you with a frown, grief overtaking his senses as he cupped your cheek like usual, closing his eyes and sealing your lips into a kiss. When he pulled away, he sighed and stroked the tears from your cheek, "I'm dead, princess, please stop it... you have to stop... you're losing yourself..."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you sat up and shook your head, "but I am looking for you! You're alive, you know you are! I know you are! If it had just... If you had stayed on Midgard and I had gone with Thor, you would be alive..."

"But that wasn't the case," Loki declared, "I went and I died. That was my choice. I fought for my kingdom, I protected my brother, I protected you."

"But you're not here with me!" You sobbed, climbing out of the bed and walking to the window, frowning when you saw nothing outside of it. Just an illusion, as always, never another universe.

Arms wrapped around your waist and a kiss was pressed to your shoulder as tears dripped down your cheeks, "please," Loki whispered, "please put down the book. Please. I'm dead... Please, Y/N, you're losing who you used to be."

A childish giggle broke your stare out of the window and you whirled around to see a younger version of you and Loki happily playing on the carpet. Loki's hair was shorter, his clothes showed his youth and his smile showed it even more; so innocent and ignorant to the reality of the world outside.

"Loki?" the younger version of you spoke, looking up from her Valkyrie doll to stare at the boy across from her.

Younger Loki looked away from his toy to smile at his friend, "yes, Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Where do you see us in the future?" you asked with a shy smile, your fingers playing nervously with the loose string on your dress, not meeting your friend's eyes in an attempt to not look desperate.

"Why, married to you, of course! You're my bestest friend and I wanna protect you like papa does with mama! When I'm King, you will be my Queen and we will rule Asgard for thousands of years!" Loki declared, pulling you up and laughing at your squeal.

Erupting in laughter, the both of you embraced and swayed contentedly to each other's heartbeats.

"Your Queen," the younger version of you whispered with a dainty smile, "I like the sound of that."

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It took a month before your power built up enough for you to look at the multiverse. It required someone with a strong magical core so you trained for weeks to strengthen your core to be able to hold all of that magic.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the Dark Hold and cast the enchantment that allowed you to see the other universes. Giggling erupted immediately, calls of "Loki!", "mummy!", "Daddy!" being heard from a vast number of realities.

Igniting the candles around you, your body rose into the air as you closed your eyes and began the dreamwalking ritual. Soon enough, you found your way into a branch and overtook the you of that reality.

She fought for a while but she had no match for your power, fueled by grief and hatred. You locked her away in her mind for now and took a look at where she was living.

It was a quaint cabin in the mountains. It was cluttered and the fire was lit, the smell of food cooking in the kitchen just behind the living room.

"Y/N!" came the call of the voice you were desperate to hear again and you stepped closer to the kitchen, peeking your head around the corner to stare at your husband. He was dressed in a sweater and black sweatpants that hugged his waist and you drooled. Turning, he saw you staring and smirked, "later, dearest, can you go wake Haven? It's almost dinner time."

You nodded numbly and a flutter overtook your stomach. You had a child with Loki in this reality! Walking into the other room, you saw the child snuggled up on her bed and your heart ached to hold them. You stepped closer and dropped to your knees before the child, gently taking their hand and shaking them.

"Sweetheart," you whispered, their cute little snores continuing so you pressed on, "Haven... come on, baby, time to wake up."

Slowly, the child woke up and she flashed you a delighted smile, reaching for your face, "mama," she whispered tiredly.

With a grin, you reached forward to pick her up but you were thrown back into your own body. Disoriented, you looked around for any sign of Haven or Loki but your heart broke when there were none.

Staring down at your hands, you sobbed when you saw that your fingers were slowly turning black. Sniffling, you looked over at the Dark Hold, doubt settling in before it was destroyed when a thought crossed your mind.

Loki would do the same for you.

~~~~~~~~~

"Apples, right?" Doctor Strange asked, walking up to you as you trimmed the branches of the trees surrounding your home.

"Eventually," you replied, tilting your head at him, "don't tell me there's another time-jumping Thanos to defeat?"

Stephen smirked and shook his head, "no, this is worse. Much worse. See, there's this girl that's jumped into this reality and she's being followed by monsters, wanting her power, we need your help to figure out what is going on."

"There were always others that you could call?" You suggested, elated to hear that the brat you had been tracking for months now had finally found the right dimension.

"Yeah well if you take into consideration all of the bug-themed heroes and then one of the two most powerful Avengers? Who did you think I was going to pick?" Stephen asked with a fond smile on his face.

You grinned as you walked with him, taking account of how he wanted your help, a plan formulating in your brain. "What if you brought America here?" you suggested.

"Here?" Stephen asked with a curious look and you didn't notice your slip up but he did, trying to figure out when he had called her out by her name.

"Yeah. I know what it's like to be on your own, hunted for abilities you never wanted... I can protect her..." you assured him, continuing to walk until realising that he wasn't following. Upon that realisation, you turned to him curiously.

Stephen sighed and shook his head. Taking that as confirmation that you had slipped up, you sighed and shook your head, "you never told me her name, did you?"

"No."

Sighing, you raised your hand and the illusion of the trees disappeared to reveal the dead plot of land that you had killed in a burst of rage, "you know... the illusion was the easy part... the lying? Not so much..."

Your casual clothes melted away to reveal your armour. You were wearing armour reminiscent of Loki's ceremonial garb but the horns were made into a circlet and the overall make was more feminine. Your fingertips became black as coal once more and you found that you didn't care anymore.

You watched as Stephen looked around the destruction until his eyes landed on the Dark Hold. Shocked, he took a step forward towards it, "The Dark Hold," he breathed, his eyes darting to you.

"You know of the Dark Hold?" you asked curiously, tilting your head and stepping closer to him.

"I know that it is the Book of the Damned," Stephen replied, his eyes never leaving yours, "I know that it corrupts anything and anyone it touches. I wonder what it has done to you."

You shook your head and grinned at him, "the Dark Hold only showed me the truth. What I lost... can be mine again..."

"What do you want with America? What do you want with the Multiverse?" Stephen asked, watching your reactions and keeping his guard up as he scowled at you.

You smiled and shrugged languidly, "I'm going to leave this reality and go to one where I can be with Loki."

"Y/N, Loki is dead, you cannot tamper with the multiverse to reverse that," Stephen tried, sympathy on his face as he took a step closer to you.

You sighed and walked close to him until you were close enough to feel his breath on your skin, "if you knew there was a world where you were happy, wouldn't you want to go there?"

Stephen rolled his eyes and looked away, "I am happy."

You grinned and shook your head, "I know better than most what self-deception looks like, Stephen Strange."

"What you're doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law," Stephen continued, his eyes boring into yours, trying to find the woman beneath the corruption, trying to save you, "if you take that child's power, she won't survive."

Your eyes darkened as you leaned closer to him, "I don't relish hurting anyone, Stephen. But she's not a child," you scoffed, walking around the surgeon as you continued, she's a supernatural being. Such raw power could wreak havoc on this and other universes. Her sacrifice... would be for the greater good."

"Well, then you can kiss your title as an Avenger goodbye because that's the kind of justification our enemies use," Stephen retorted, glaring at you as you scowled.

"Is it the one you used? When you gave Thanos the Time Stone? I almost had him, I almost killed him. I was so close, so close to grabbing that gauntlet and reversing what he did to Loki. Instead, because of you, he snapped away trillions. And you were praised for bringing them back," you sneered, a tear dropping unconsciously down your cheek, "you break the rules and become a hero. I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair."

Stephen took a steady breath and sighed, "what happens now?"

"Return to Kamar-Taj and prepare to hand over America Chavez by sundown. Peacefully," you whispered, your eyes never leaving Stephen's, "after that? You'll never see me again."

You began to walk away, the Dark Hold disappearing into your skin as you walked but you stopped when Stephen began again. "And if we don't?"

You turned to him and sighed, shrugging, "then it won't be Y/N that comes for her. It will be the Goddess of Revenge."

With that, you continued walking away, leaving Stephen in the destroyed orchard.

~~~~~~~

"You have to stop, please," a whisper blew through your ears as you waited above Kamar-Taj, watching them getting into a battle formation. Loki's voice used to bring you so much sorrow but you were going to do anything to bring him back, you just needed to wait a while longer.

You watched the sun sink below the mountains and your seiðr gleamed in your hands as you made yourself visible. You saw them all ready to fight and your heart ached. You didn't want to hurt anybody but you would do anything to get your family back.

You watched as Stephen flew up in front of you and you smiled sadly. "All of this for a child you met yesterday," you murmured, a tear dripping down your cheek.

"Y/N, you are justifiably angry. You lost so many things," Stephen frowned, trying to gauge your emotions cautiously.

"My husband has died three times now. Twice, I had to watch and the third I was simply told. Three times my heart has died, three times have I longed for it to be me instead of him," you whispered, not even looking at Stephen now, another tear falling before you gathered yourself and glared at him, "do not speak to me of sacrifice, Stephen Strange."

You flew closer to him and took in his appearance, how calm he was on the outside but how worried he was beneath the surface, a side he longed you not to see. "If you give me what I want," you whispered gently, "I can send you to a world where you can be with Christine."

Stephen drew a breath and floated backwards, his face hardening into a scowl as he snarled, "the full might of Kamar-Taj stands against you," behind him, the battle formation got ready to fight and you smiled at their efforts, "do not dare to enter these sacred grounds."

"You have no idea just how reasonable I've been," you shook your head, Loki's voice in your mind coming forth to beg you to stop once more but you pushed it away.

"Yeah," Stephen sighed, rolling his eyes, "Book of the Damned, calling yourself Goddess of Revenge, conjuring creatures to abduct a kid, I don't exactly call that being reasonable."

You laughed softly, your nose tingling from the onslaught of tears, "sending those creatures after her instead of myself was... mercy. And in spite of your hypocrisies and insults, I have begged you to safely get out of my way," you spat, a tear dragging down your cheek as you continued, "you have exhausted my patience but I do hope you understand that even now... what's about to happen... this is me... being... reasonable."

You shot a blast of darkened green at the sorcerer but it was blocked by a shield. Once realising that your attack failed, you stopped and watched him fly down to stand with the Sorcerer Supreme.

Snarling, you spent the next ten minutes fighting your way to getting to some point of weakness in the shields. An opportunity came in the shape of a trainee, his hands shaking and his nerves being displayed on his face. Giving him a small smile, an illusion appeared behind him and whispered, "run."

The shield fell as the trainee scampered, bashing past other sorcerers. You built up your seiðr and threw it through the hole in the shield, their screams fueling your anger as you threw blast after blast at the people attacking you.

In the back of your mind, you knew that this was wrong, you knew you needed to stop, that there were other ways that you could try but the Dark Hold's grip on you was too great.

You brought the sanctum to its knees and when you landed, a wave of green flashed and you walked through the ruin, not really seeing it. You needed to get America. You needed to get Loki and Haven back, you needed them!

With a deep breath, you delved into your mind and located America in a secured room with elder sorcerers. If only she could see that you needed her power for good reasons! You needed Loki back, that's all you wanted! All you would ever need!

As you opened your eyes again, you saw Stephen in front of you. He glared at you as he spoke, "you want the girl, you'll have to go through me."

"Fine," you answered, walking forward and preparing to fight. Instead, the world around you began to spin and become disoriented. You gasped as you saw yourself in front of you and you walked forward.

Taking in your appearance, you gave out a broken sob as you saw how tired you looked. Your fingers were consumed by the dark magic of the book you needed, Loki's armour had started to crack, your circlet had darkened from Loki's gold to a disgusting murky grey with cracks in it.

"You're losing yourself," came the pleading voice again, your heart sinking as you realised that you were.

The lucidity of the moment didn't last long, however, as you saw many reflections of yourself appear. Realising it was a trick, you called your seiðr and pulled the reflections away. The mirrors cracked and you looked around timidly, firing off a blast that quickly rebounded and bounced off every reflection.

Wait! Reflections! Loki taught you something about reflections before.

"If you put your finger to a mirror and there's a space between you and your reflection's finger, that means it's a real mirror! If you see that your fingertips are touching, it's one way! Mother taught me that! Said that silly Vanir and Elves do it to trick unsuspecting people!" younger Loki giggled.

You rolled your eyes and pouted, "no way! Why would anyone wanna spy? Why can't they just keep to themselves like we do?"

Younger Loki shrugged and laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "don't worry, my precious girl, I will protect you."

You smiled and rested your head against his chest, grinning and rolling your eyes, "my hero."

Stepping forward, you pressed your hand to the shattered glass and found that there wasn't a gap between your hand and the reflections. Smirking, you dipped your hand through and cast a spell to disintegrate Stephen's sling ring before he used it to get America out of the sanctum.

How cute, you thought as some parts of the glass became blank. They were trying to cover the reflections. Finally, you found something big enough to crawl through, your body becoming disfigured as you pressed through but righting itself when you stood up.

Before you stood Wong, Stepehn and behind them, America.

"All those lives just to keep me from Loki and Haven," you sighed, walking to stand opposite the three of them.

"You took those lives. You cannot be allowed to cross into the Multiverse," Stephen replied, standing in front of America like a shield and you sighed.

"I'm not a monster, Stephen, I'm a mother," you remarked, feeling another wave of depression and pain wash over you.

"Y/N, you have no child and you don't have Loki, he's dead and Haven doesn't exist," Stephen breathed, trying to reason with you.

You smiled sadly and shook your head, "they're alive... I know they are... because I dream of them. Every. Night," you whispered, a tear dropping unknowingly as you summoned the DarkHold from your pocket dimension, "of my husband and the child we made together."

The Dark Hold opened to reveal whisps of other universes, rings of laughter and chaos filling the deathly silent room. You stared at one of the whisps, a universe in which Loki and you had moved away to the mountains to live alone and soon, raise your child. "Every night, the same dream," the book disappeared and more tears welled in your eyes, "and every morning, the same... nightmare..."

"What if you reach them? What happens to the other you?" Stephen asked, trying a different angle to attempt to make you see reason, "what happens to their wife and mother?"

You tried to keep a cool expression as images of killing the other version of you flashed behind your eyes, taking her place and finally being happy. You didn't understand why this was so hard for Stephen to understand, you just wanted to get Loki back and to have Haven! Why was that such a crime!?

You didn't expect his attack to come so when he shot two serpents at you, you only just had enough time to react and stop them. No matter how many times you beheaded them, however, they keep coming back. Stephen hissed as you continued to behead the serpents and you looked at him weirdly before overpowering him with a huge blast of green.

Lifting up into the air, green seiðr glowing around your hands, you threw Stephen away from America and grabbed her with red tendrils of magic, listening to her frightened screams. Wong attempted to attack you but you caught his daggers easily and threw them away, knocking him away easily.

You began to suck America's powers out of her body, the beautiful blue glow gave you the best feeling of elation that you had ever experienced. You were going to get your family back!

A portal was opening behind America as you kept stealing her power and you couldn't stop it when Stephen jumped through with America in his arms.

Seething, you used your magic to chain Wong up and begin setting up candles to dreamwalk. Once you were ready, you summoned the Dark Hold and began the ritual, floating in the air as you travelled to the universe where you felt America's power.

When you arrived, you were in a quaint cottage, your lesser version clearing up a bowl from Haven's lap and giving a kiss to Loki. When she walked into the kitchen, you latched onto her brain and took over.

The girl fought well, you'd give her that, but not well enough. Once you were in control, you sighed softly and headed to the back door.

"Y/N?" called a voice from the living room and you froze, your heart beating wildly as you registered Loki's peaceful voice.

"Yes, darling?" you called back, tears brimming in your eyes making it impossible to see straight.

"Where are you going?"

You thought of an excuse before you sighed and shrugged, "just to... take out the trash."

"Mama! Come here! Wanna show you somefink!" called the little voice of the child you would never have.

Gathering the courage, you walked into the living room to see Loki on the floor with Haven, both of their hands glowing with seiðr. You sobbed softly as you watched Narvi form a love heart in the air with sparkles around it.

Loki looked away from his daughter to face you and he frowned when he saw you crying. "Is everything alright, beloved?" he asked gently, standing up and hugging you from the side, resting your head on his shoulder.

Nodding, you cuddled into him and enjoyed his warmth.

Suddenly, pain washed over you and you were thrown backwards. You snapped away from the multiverse you were in and saw someone stabbing the Dark Hold. Your mind was still connected to the other you so you felt Loki's arms supporting you and the screams of your daughter.

"Darling? Darling are you alright?" Loki asked, worry clear on his face as he held you.

You watched as he slowly disappeared even if you gripped onto him and you clutched your heart as you sobbed before looking over at where the Dark Hold was, seeing it disintegrate underneath the blade.

"No, no, no!!" you sprinted over to the book, trying to find something to salvage but there was nothing. Angrily, you turned to Wong and blasted him away, stalking after his rolling body.

"I need the Dark Hold spells. You are the Sorcerer Supreme. Tell me what you know," you demanded, anger bubbling inside you as desire burned alongside it, desire to be back in the loving arms of your husband, to see your daughter's magic.

Wong spat out some blood as he glared at you, "you'll have to kill me, Witch."

"Not you, them," you threatened, lifting up the few survivors of Kamar-Taj, making them writhe in agony as Wong could only watch.

"Y/N stop. Y/N, please," Wong looked between you and the survivors before relenting, "the Dark Hold was a copy!"

You ceased the torture after that and looked towards Wong, "a copy?"

"Legend speaks of a mounted with the wretched spells you seek carved into its walls. It's there that the Dark Hold was transcribed. Mount Wundagore," Wong replied, guilt showing over his face as he sighed.

"Wundagore?" you whispered, hope brimming in your chest yet again at the prospect of seeing your child and husband again.

"No one has survived the journey," Wong revealed, hoping to distract you and keep you away with the threat.

You scoffed and summoned a sling ring from a dead sorcerer and gave it to Wong, darkness in your eye as you sneered, "perhaps we will be the exception."

You glared at Wong as he sighed and looked down at the sling ring, shaking his head and putting it on. You looked up at the sky, relief washing over you as you knew your wait was almost over, you would have America's power soon and you would be able to save Loki and bring Haven to life! You would do this. You needed him, you need him back so much.

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Chapter 15

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If there was one thing Jaune regretted, it was not having superpowers. Now, more than ever, with a burning comet coming straight down at him. He felt death stare him in the eyes.

Death is Yellow, it seems.

Time slowed down for him, allowing him a long, slow look. She was coming at him with both hands forward like some kind of superhero. She didn't look like she was going to change directions either.

He did the logical thing, getting his ass out of dodge.

Moving as fast as he could, which was pretty damn fast, he took off at stallion like speeds, and diving into the broken in store, where thankfully, the shadow-monsters already gone. He tucked and rolled, his armor protecting him from any debris and glass, then crouched holding his shield in front of him.

Not a moment too soon either, as a wave of fire and force hit the ground where he was, with Yellow at ground-zero. Glass broke all down the street, concrete caving in beneath her, with the whole sidewalk being scorched black, except for where she stood, it was glowing cherry-red, but it was also missing it's concrete.

Jaune gulped and considered his options, if she hit him he was dead, no questions asked. More than that, he did not want to fight her in the slightest. He remembered shooting her friend, and she was more shocked that hurt! That had been 12 gauge slug, he could not do more damage than a 12 gauge slug.

The gods made men, Dust gave them enlightenment, gunpowder made them equal.

Magic bullshit made these girls more equal than others, it seemed.

She had charged her friend through a wall, and now just became a comet, the amount of force to do that and not destroy yourself, much less be completely uninjured, showed a remarkable power-disparity between the two of them.

He may as well try fighting a Paladin with a stick, it might scratch the paint at least.

"Hey! Where'd you go you coward!" Yellow realized that she was not standing on top of her vanquished enemy. "Come out and fight like a man!"

She hadn't seen where he went. Jaune saw the chance, staying low the ground, and heading out to the alleyway full of mist, it might be full of shadow-monsters but he had defeated them before, so it least it was possible.

Yellow growled, noticing her foe wasn't coming out. Aura sensing was one of her weakness skills, but she figured why not? He was just a man, he could not have gotten far.

She felt a tingle on her senses, smiling wryly. "There you are!" Charging down the alley at top speed at her target.

Jaune picked up the pace, as he felt the fog begin to warm up, he senses told him to duck and he did just that.

A high-speed jet of air went over him, and wall in front of him exploded inward, leaving a hole straight through it, reminding him eerily of fighting the shadow-bear.

What now? She had gone clearly through there, should he go back, or forward?

'Up.' He thought, looking up. She came at him from above twice so far, and from the back, why would she expect him to be on her level?

Yellow pulled herself out of the pile bricks she put herself in, 'Note to self, work on high-speed turns,' Looking at the path of destruction she left, she had to admit, she felt a little proud. Kind of like hitting the bullseyes on the dartboard, or a strike bowling.

Though, she had no doubt Ms. Purple would give her no end of grief about how much work she'd have to do to fix her 'accidents', and how she needed to master her magic to start fixing it herself. Whatever, killing Grimm was important, who cared about a little bit of property damage in the process?

She tried searching again, and paused, she couldn't find him this time. Weird. "Come out, come out, wherever you are~!" Yellow sang, looking around. Maybe, she had ran him over, that would be awkward, not noticing she had already knocked him out.

Though, he would still generate a aura signature, even unconscious. Maybe, he could suppress it? Some people could do that even with no Awakening.

Jaune looked down as his pursuer looked for him, he reached into his belt grabbing a canister of tear gas, pulling the pin, and tossing it behind her. He smirked, it might be a bit petty, but it would distract her while he got away.

Yellow turned behind her hearing a metal clank on the ground, it was just a can, then she heard hissing. Had she hit a gas line? She started to cough, her eyes tearing up.

Jaune heard a scream of anger behind him, and picked up the pace, he had to meet up with the twins, and get out of here.

A flaming twister sprang up behind him, as the fog rose into steam, bright light in the sky, and Jaune realized that he could see his shadow now.

He swiveled to the side, just barely being missed by a flaming fist. "Stay still! Fight fair, damn it!" She breathed hard as she swung wildly at him, streaks of fire left behind in the air.

'I don't get paid enough for this.' Jaune thought, backpedaling and dodging her strikes, then reached down to grab a flash-bang. He pulled the pin, then tossed it between them.

There was a great flash, a scream, and a wave of fire hit him, sending him off the building like he was hit by a truck. Air rushed by him, and then he impacted the alley ground like a ball, bouncing and then rolling into a wall.

'Ow.' Jaune rose up shakily, he noticed he was covered in dirt. It looked like the Earth-dust did it's job. He still heard screaming from up top, and decided to get to running, didn't matter where now, she could track him anyway somehow, so he just needed distance.

Yellow clutched her eyes, fury building to a level she didn't know she could reach. This bastard just wouldn't fight fair! Always running and throwing shit, like some snot-nosed brat! If he wanted to act like a brat, she was going to spank him like one!

'Where did he go?' She thought, she wasn't about to let him get away with robbing that store, plus he needed to be stopped in general. What if others started coming out at night to try and 'help?' It'd be a hell of a problem.

Jaune was running at top-speed down the road, not helped by the fog that was obscuring his vision. Still he had to get far away from that psycho.

Why couldn't he just have a nice night out?

He dared look behind him, seeing a fire blaze in the sky, flying circles looking for what was probably him. It just pushed hims to run faster. He might have broken a land-speed record in the process. Well, maybe not, but close to it.

Then inside the fog, sitting on a fire hydrant, was the same girl with multicolored hair and a parasol, observing him with amusement.

From inside his helmet, Jaune furrowed his brow. 'You. This is your fault.'

He ran past her, something was not right about her. Maybe she was like them, he didn't care at this point, he was gone.

Then his blood chilled, as he looked to his side to see her effortlessly keep pace. 'Who is this?!'

"What do you want?" He asked.

She merely smiled, twirling her parasol.

"Great." Then noticed that the fire was getting closer to him. "Double great.

---

Crimson patrolled around the Harbor, staring at the fog as it rolled in, almost consuming the docks like a great white snake. She went lower to ground, deciding to check out the orange lights with in.

She pasted containers for all kinds of business, from Schnee Dust to WMB Electronics and Medicine, to even some local businesses. She finally came to a stop at a curious sight.

A dozen Beowolves all working together to move tons of valuables down in a pile right before a man sat on a cargo container observing them, little orange lights orbiting around him like he was the sun itself.

The man was well dressed, topped with a bowler hat on his orange hair. He was obviously tall even sitting down, but very slender and long-limbed.

That was not what caught Crimson's eyes.

It was that mask covering his eyes. A bone white mask, painted with red markings across the body of it, with a vague resemblance to that of a fox. The sight of it sent primal chills down her back.

He turned towards her, orange lights glowing within the mask. He raised a hand, and all the valuables pilled in front of him they disappeared into a black void that appeared under them.

'What in the world?!' Crimson thought, who was this?!

Fox-Mask sighed. "Why does this always happen? Can't a man make a living anymore?" Shaking his head like Crimson was the problem here.

"Who are you!" She demanded, pointing her spear at him with deadly intent.

"What's you're offer?" He asked, a smile in his voice. "I don't come cheap sweet-heart."

Crimson felt sick at his tone. "I won't ask again!"

"Hmm, not good enough," The fog deepened around him, leaving only his shadow from the orbiting lights. "Well, ta-ta."

"Halt!" Crimson ripped her spear upwards, sending a wave of magnetic force to wrap the metal of the container around him. The fog was force away by the force, with a small armada of orange lights streaming towards her.

Batting way all she could, Crimson grimaced as few got past her guard, exploding against her Aura, blasting her across the sky. Leaving her spinning till she managed to regain her balance.

Regaining her balance, she frowned. Fox-Mask was gone with no trace of his Aura either, leaving only the Beowolves there. A wave of her hand later, and a container crushing them into dust took care of that.

She needed to contact the others, though. This was big. There was somebody that could use magic beside them!

----

"How did I even get here?" Jaune asked aloud, finding himself in a cemetary of all places.

Near-by was the Girl sitting on a tombstone spinning her parasol without a care in the world. Her smile was cat-like and smug, her eyes bright with amusement.

Jaune took his shield and ax in hand, pointing the head at the Girl. "Look, I have no idea who you are, or what you are, but I'd really like it if you start giving me answers."

She gave a silent giggle. She wasn't taking him seriously at all. That honestly hurt a little bit. Then a light started to shine on her face, and Jaune's shadow lengthened.

He looked behind and saw the Yellow Fireball heading towards him, burning brighter than ever.

"Well, I guess this is where I die." He mumbled, he turned back to the Girl, half-expecting her to have disappeared, but she was still there without a care in the world. "I don't think you should stay here, it's about to get messy." As in, his body was about to explode into a million pieces once that psycho got her hands on him messy.

She tilted her head at him, putting a finger to her lips, tapping them. Then shook her head, her long hair swaying behind her.

"Well, enjoy the show then." Jaune said giving her a sarcastic bow. "It'll be one you won't forget."

A miniature sun appeared above him. "Time for you to take your licks like a man."

Shadow Knight clanged his ax against his shield, then spread his arms out wide, welcoming her to try.

Yellow let out a growl, glowing brighter as fire spun off her like yarn made of lava, before she dived down at him one fist cocked back to knock him out.

The Knight saw her coming though, he felt time slow down as he watched her momentum carry her down to him. In the sight before him, he saw her hair fluttering behind her, he saw the heat radiating off her. He could see the raising of her chest, he could feel the air being pushed towards him. But, beyond his senses, his skill, his will, and his experience, it knew where she was about to be.

She was faster than him, but he could read her. He didn't need to block her, he just had to divert her, like water flowed off a stone, or how a mountain diverted the mighty storm.

He took a calming breath, steadied his footing, relaxing himself. He could do this.

Then just as she was about to hit, took a side-step, and angled his shield in front of him. She hit him like a cannon-ball, even if it was at a angle, it felt like she going to tear through the shield, and then him.

But, she didn't. She couldn't focus all of her force one spot due to the shield curving, she cracked it that was for sure, and he doubted it was going to be usable after tonight, but it didn't need to be. As it diverted her away from him.

Straight into a line of tombstone. Before she couldn't stop immediately when she was chasing him, that still proved true. As she crashed from several hundreds of pounds of marble, granite, and slate.

Jaune crouched covering himself from the exploding rocks. He doubt this was going to hurt her, but man, oh man, was it cathartic seeing that. Plus, watching things blow up was always fun.

She screamed as she hit the first tombstone, plowing through a row of them, exploding decades old rock into powder and pebble. Throwing tons of dirt and rock into the air, before crashing into a cast-iron metal fence, barreling through it, warping the metal and nearly taking it with her in her mad descent.

He looked at the Girl, who smiled wickedly, then clapped enthusiastically.

Jaune gave a courteous bow. Then heard a roar of anger, as Yellow stomped out of her mess, running towards him like a angry buffalo.

'She's not flying?' He thought to himself. Why would she stop, that was a major advantage to lose. 'Unless, she wants the control from being on the ground?'

Yellow really, really wanted to pummel this jackass into the ground, and she couldn't do that from the air, so rushed him with vindictive fury.

Jaune read her movements, they were sloppy, but had a basic form behind them. She threw a punch at him. He read through the movement, dodging her punch by the slightest movement, then with both hands and took out a tool he hadn't used before.

The Stun Baton. He wasn't sure how well it'd work. So, taking firm footing, and baton in both hands, he let her abdomen first into the length of the tool.

BZZZT!

For a second, he thought he saw her skeleton. Note, Electricity is somewhat effective against Magical Girls. Yellow 's mometum kept going, as she flipped over the baton, taking a backwards landing on the ground with a soft 'Whump'.

Yellow coughed hard, the wind knocked out of her and still feeling the tear gass, she tired to get back up, still ready to fight.

Until a heavy boot landed on her chest, as The Knight now loomed over her with his ax in hand. He did not look kindly at her. Yellow felt herself sweat, a feeling welling up in her for the first time in a long time, one that she had not felt since she gained her powers, having been submerged under the sensation of invincibility, she had forgotten what it was like to feel it, the emotion that of fear.

The fear of death itself, as he looked down at her coldly.

For what felt like a eternity he stared at her, ax glinting under moonlight. Then he lift the boot off of her, dropping the ax, and offering her a hand. "Truce?"

"What?" Yellow was baffled. "Are you insane? You just robbed a store, and been playing vigilante, I can't make a truce with you!" He pulled his head back, and Yellow got the impression he was sick of her at his point.

"Didn't do it," The Knight said. "What about you, though? Since when the city make you Girl's deputies?"

Yellow blushed. "That's different..."

"Oh? How so?" His voice was flat, but it sounded mocking to her at the moment.

"Well... Uh, great power, and all that! I mean we have power so we're-"

"Allowed to decide you lives and dies? What laws are flexible? Who goes to jail without a jury?" He shook his head. "I'm no better, but I've no delusions that I am, but what you are saying is hypocritical." He stepped forward. "I have no illusions of superiority over my fellow man, flying over them like some-sort of god."

Yellow didn't have a response for that, shrinking back.

"So, what was that about having power? That it gives you a right to tell us what to do, like some sort of Queen? Do you think that being powerless means we should let ourselves get killed waiting on you to save us? If so, you and all your magical bullshit can go to straight to hell."

"No! I- I mean, We! We just want to help people!" Yellow shouted at him, taking a step forward.

The Knight gestured his arms out around the leveled graveyard. "Well, you're doing a great job."

Yellow shut up.

"Have you even considered how much trouble you cause, in your 'helping?' I've seen what the five of you can do, and it's frankly, horrifying to say the least." Knight looked at her tiredly. "Though, it's only half-as scary as seeing how irresponsible you are."

"Shut up." Yellow growled.

"Or what? You'll smear me over the ground like you've been trying to do all night? If so, go ahead. Not like I could stop if you really tried."

"I wouldn't do that! I just was going to teach you a lesson, you know?!"

Knight shook his head. "What would that lesson be, oh maybe, it's learning to eat through a tube, or how to be in a coma the rest of my life? If so, I'd prefer if you just killed me."

Yellow shook. "I don't want to do that! I just want you to stop being such a-"

Knight cut straight through her bullshit. "Could have fooled me, and what is it that I have done that is such a crime that gives you the right anyway? Being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Trying to help others? Loitering? Come on, give me your damn answer!" He snarled.

"I-I," Jaune realized that she was starting to sob. "I don't know! I don't fucking know!"

Jaune started coming down, and for a moment felt a need to comfort her like he would with his sisters. Only for a moment though, and it was pushed back into the corner of his mind. This was not his sisters, and the water-works just didn't work on him after growing up with seven sisters.

"Well, now's a good times to start thinking up a answers." He waited a second, for her to stop crying. She didn't. "Cause, you're right that you have power, but that doesn't give you any rights. It gives you a burden, one that you will have to care the rest of your life, and if you want to play the hero, fucking act like one, instead of the human-shaped disaster that you are now."

"But, we do help! We kill the Grimm, and stop crime, doesn't it count?"

Knight shrugged. "Sure, but if you're blowing up a building every-time you do so, how does that help?"

"Ms. Purple makes sure it gets fixed, and we try to help!"

"What about people that get injured? What about them? Can she fix them?"

Yellow didn't have a response.

"Were those actual criminals, though? I'm sure that some were, but how many were like me? Are they alive?"

"I ... I don't know."

Jaune paused, shook his head. "Alright then. I think I have all the answers I want to know." Then started walking away.

"Wait! Where are you going?!"

He shrugged. "Don't know, night's still young, gonna hunt."

"You're just gonna go back out there? What about you? What gives you any rights, either? You're powerless! You're in danger, why do it? How do you know you're right?"

Knight stood with his back to her. "I don't. But, I have to try to do better. I don't busy myself with crime, unless I have too, I just focus on the Shadow-Monsters... Or Grimm as you call them, I guess. If I happen to help someone, good. I'm not a judge, I don't always make the good call." He turned to look at her. "But, if someone asks for my help, I can't say no."

Yellow got in front of him. "Then help me."

"What?"

"If I'm such a fuck up, then help me."

"What about that Ms. Purple, you mentioned earlier? Sounds like she can put you in your place."

"She can ... but, she's busy most nights. She can help us clean up, but she doesn't really have time to teach us, we've been teaching ourselves and each other for the last year. She doesn't even have the same power's as us... We just want to do good. It's just ... We're not very good at it."

Jaune hadn't realized, that they're where flying by the seat of they're pants too. She was just as lost as he was it, seemed. He felt sorry for her. "I get that." He thought for a moment, then held his hand out. "Truce?"

"Yeah. Truce." She clasped his hand. "I'll make sure to tell the girls."

"Sounds good." He started to walk away. "If you see me, just talk first, and we can figure out something."

Yellow didn't move out of his way, standing on the ground now. "Uh, do you mind, if I follow you for a bit? To just see how you do it? You know get a idea of how to be.. Good, I guess?"

"Not like I can stop you... And, I wouldn't mind some help."

Yellow nodded. "Cool, I'll be your backup tonight, then."

"Just don't go throwing any fireballs around, I burn easily."

"I'm not going to do that!"

Watching the two of them walk away, a girl watched amused, still twirling her parasol.

----

There was a knocking at her door. "Come in." Goodwitch didn't even look up.

Pyrrha entered. "Is the room secure?"

Goodwitch looked at her. "I believe you should be able to do so, on your own, Ms. Nikos."

Pyrrha nodded, then slashed her hand through the air, a snap in the air as barrier formed around the room. Allowing no eavesdropping on they're conversation. "I encountered a man that could use magic last night, he wore a fox mask."

Goodwitch looked up, staring at Pyrrha with intensity she could hardly recall having seen on her before. "Are you certain?"

"100%, Ma'am."

"Then prepare yourself, and have the other girls prepared themselves as well." Goodwitch said. "As, you will have your hands full in the future. I have calls to make, but if my suspicions are correct. The seals place have weakened."

"Ma'am?"

"The Seals on the Seven Grimm Generals." She had a faraway look. "They're a group of seven masks, that grant power over Grimm, and other powers." She pulled up a hologram. "Go warn the other girls, the time for training is over, the war has begun."

----

Jaune stumbled out of the woods, the Twins having dropped him off near his home. What a wild night, he reflected. How could things get any weirder?

He paused as he pasted his old cache in a dead-tree. It had been raided. They're were foot prints, almost his size, but from someone lighter.

His blood-chilled, as he looked around. It wasn't that long ago either, it was still dark out, at least a hour before the sun would rise. Who would be out at this time?

Besides himself.

He ran around the woods, checking his old caches. All raided. His heart was pumping now, and then he found more footprints. They were purposeful, they were leading him.

They lead to his old-workshop. He hadn't been here in more than a week, not since he started working with the Xiongs. These's footprints were recent.

Someone had found him out.

Walking to the door, he started shaking. What was he going to do about this? Who was this? Was he going to have to leave home? This wasn't good.

What if it was his parents, or sisters? But, that didn't make any sense, none of them had the same size shoe.

They're was lights on in the workshop, someone had turned on his generator. He could see the shadow of someone inside. They were waiting for him.

Taking a steadying breath, he opened the door, and -

A man who looked like his father if he was fifty years old sat at a table dismantling and cleaning one of his guns. " 'Bout time, freezing my arse off waiting on you." The old man squinted at him. "Who taught ya how to clean one of these. It's absolute shite work."

"Grandpa?"

"Damn right, I is. Now come have a seat, we need to have a conversation." His old pale blue eyes looked straight into his soul. "A damn, long overdue conversation."

----

The Man like the Sun Part 4

'The Silver age lasted shortly, before falling into a Dark Age.

Where the Grimm Queen ruled as a tyrant across the world, forgetting her orignial goal as she became consumed by her magic, her General free to commit mayhem as they pleased.

The Man like the Sun beseeched the Gods for wisdom. Asking, how he could help even as he was dead.

They answered. 'You may not return, but you may shine life and hope.'

The Man understood, he turned to face the World, shining and becoming one with the Sun, so that no Grimm may ever walk under the day, nor they're Queen, or Generals.

The Queen cursed him, forced to flee to the Moon, hiding there, while her Grimm and General were forced deep underground to hide.

'Fool!' She cursed him. 'My vengeance will now be threefold, for every night I shall slay as all that walk under my light, under my darkness shall they be weaker, and I shall take all the magic with me to the moon."

The Sun burned her with his flames, responding. 'This I know, but I shall make 4 stars to shine next to you, one for each season, that will grant worthy power onto those righteous of heart. They will fight for those you try to slay.

In that darkness, from your light that is my light I command it, fashion it into warriors most deadly to your Grimm, and they will bear eyes like your moon, in your mockery.

Though you take all magic of man with you, I shall grant a power that is not magic, one that you cannot take away.

The Power of the Soul.'

The Gods looked kindly upon the Sun, and favoring him, and struck the moon, breaking it, forever weakening her power. Taking her broken fragments and the magic she lost, creating powerful weapons for the sake of Man and to one day regain they're lost glory.

With the Sun and Moon locked in opposition, it brought man into a a new age, a Age of Light and Dark. Of Shadows and Magic.'

----

End of Arc 1

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Omake 1

Jaune looked at Yellow as she floated above him. "If you come down here, I'm gonna punch you."

Yellow snorted, then float down to him. "Oh, really- Ugh!" Yellow groaned, as Jaune gave her stomach a sucker-punch.

Jaune stepped back, Yellow going to the ground clutching her stomach in one hand supporting herself with the other groaning in pain. "I warned you dude, I told you that was going to happen."

Jaune shook his head walking away to figure out what the Shadow-Monsters were up too. "Someone better not surprise me, I am so damn wired now."

Going down the alleyway, Jaune nearly collided due to a Fox-Masked Dandy running into him. "Move it!"

Blam!

The Dandy grasped his head, bowler hat had been blasted away, with smoke coming off where it had been. "My immaculate fashion, agggh!" The Dandy screamed clutching his chest, falling to his knees, then dropping to the ground.

"Shit." Jaune mumbled, nudging the body with his foot. Then reached into his belt and put a knife on him. "There it was self-defense, now."

He looked around. "Anymore surprises?" Nothing but crickets. "Ok, good."

A two green eyes lit up behind him. "Hello, again." Crimson emerged behind Jaune, putting a hand on his waist.

"AH!"

If one listened closely, they could hear screaming in the distance, and if one looked closely, they could see a Crimson streak going through the air laughing manically, carrying a half-naked man.

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AN: Yeah, Omakes are thing, leave your ideas in the comments. I'm not sure I did Yang/Yellow justice, but I did my best. Anyway, I'm taking a short break to work on other stories. Later.

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Against his better nature, Fox had run.

He'd run and it hadn't been enough. No matter how fast, no matter how clever, always one step ahead. His brothers are gone.

In the first days, he hadn't considered what that actually meant. He hadn't considered what losing control, what being forced to act against everything that you were, everything you always had been, would do to a person.

The war had taken Ponds from them before anything else could. That was a kindness, Fox knows that now.

He's been running and running and he's starting to think, that he's been carrying a torch in the hope of passing it on to people already dead and buried. She'd told him there would be nothing left if he didn't run. Well Fox had run, and anything that they ever had is long gone all the same.

In the first weeks of the empire, his brothers had fallen like dominoes. One by one, the empire burnt through them in a way that made the war, made Kamino, look like nothing. A week in and 3 of the guards men had survived. Thorn later fell at vaders hand. Friendly fire, nothing but a karking temper tantrum.

As the years passed and his brothers wretched back more control, a new foe plagued their ranks. Bly was the first he heard of, first chance he got; he put his blaster to his head just like he'd once done to his general.

From what he'd heard, Wolffe went the way of his jedi too, a ship exploding during a mission. It was a kindness Fox supposed, a quick death. Better than this leaden burden, this throne of nothing.

Fox had run because running might have saved them, it hadn't though, it wasn't enough. He hasn't stopped running but still, his brothers are lost to him, they lost to each other.

There is nothing left to go towards, he's just running on the spot, without them. Now there is just him. Now there is just the chase.

He finds himself sometimes, thinking of the prime. In his old age, Fox has begun to develop a strange affinity with the the shabuir, an understanding of what it means to be the heir to a dead legacy. How that feels, knowing that you can't quite put it down but you can't quite look at it all the same, how that pulls at you.

He still has no particular hunger to clone himself. To sell himself again and again, giving away any freedom he might have found to a master that would undoubtedly fuck him over. Selling himself in to a kind of slavery that would persevere long after his death.

Fox has never known freedom well enough to want to give it up for anything. Always just out of his reach. You can't give what you don't have.

Any claim the republic once had on him had died the day it burnt. But Fox now finds himself chained by his duty. By debts owed to members of a family long dead.

Fox can not rest while the empire lives. He'll burn it all down long before he lays his head to rest in whatever shallow grave his shitty attitude had more than earnt him by now.

That's the root of the problem. It's not the task itself weighing him down, it's that Fox has never been the person who should be carrying it.

Born to a galaxy that had already had enough of him, Fox has never been able to bring anything new to the table.

He's clever, but never as fast, as Cody. He's fierce, but without Wolffe's loyalty to balance it out, it serves as a disturbance rather than a asset. Bly saw the good in people, he made the most of what he had, lived each day to the fullest, but Fox has only ever been able to see the bad. It's why they stuck him on Coruscant in the first place. He's never struggled to recognise someone who's given in to their worst urges because Fox has more in common with those people than he does his brothers.

He's always known that there's something within him that's bad. Whatever was in Jango, that allowed him to be manipulated in to allowing something so terrible, that lives within Fox and he's always known it. It's deep inside him, festering as it bides its time, waiting for him to give in to it. To let it take over.

Fox isn't a good person, he came to terms with that long ago. Isn't good, but his brothers are. His brothers were good people who were made to do things they never could have done. That's why he can't stop. That's why he can't rest. He owes them this.

Even if nothing had shown him what kind of person he was before now, Fox would know it today. This is the kind of situation that can only be a punishment.

Bad things happen to good people every day, but this? This isn't just a bad thing. This is the kind of thing that only happens if you deserve it. He's sure of it.

Were Fox better, this wouldn't have happened. But Fox is bad, he's always known it, and so, rather than an every-day kind of tragic event, he's earnt himself this.

The empire are hunting him. The empire are always hunting him. But today, they have sent someone new.

Right now, Fox is being tracked by his brother, by Cody. They've primed him and pointed him in Fox's direction. He's close. He can smell Fox's blood, he can smell his fear.

Fox isn't scared of dying. He never has been. He regrets that he can't complete his mission, can't do this one thing for his brothers after everything that he's taken, but well, is it that surprising that he wasn't up to the job?

With every day that passes, when he looks in the mirror, he sees less of the vode in his face. What is left in front of him, staring back at him, calls to memory only one person. Fox looks like Jango more and more every day and he hates it.

He looks in the mirror and he sees someone cold. The kind of person that would sell children. That would let his genetic material be made in to people, people with hopes and dreams, people given no choice but to betray those hopes and dreams. People whose bodies would one day, be puppeted around like droids. Forced to watch as their hands betray them and all that they've ever loved again and again.

Fox wouldn't do that. But now, he knows how he might.

Maybe it's good that he dies here and now, at his brothers hand, before he can become the kind of person who would.

And that's the ultimate betrayal of his brothers really isn't it. The one person spared the chips control, the one person who gets to dance just outside of the empires reach, who gets to still be the person he always has been; never actually needed to be controlled to do awful things.

Here Fox is, outside of the empires reach and yet, he'll still do terrible things if he's allowed to carry on. Fox already understands why Jango did what he did. He doesn't want to know what he himself will do if he carries on living.

He'll never be at peace but maybe it's time to close his eyes all the same. To say goodnight.

He's scared but not of dying, not of pain, but of what this will do to Cody. Anything that's left of Cody anyway.

#fox #Cody #Commander fox #Commander Cody #fanfic #snippet #mywriting ntwyw #post order 66 #canon divergence #star wars au #my writing ntwyw

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seffien · 1 year

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yet another au: 'deep cut'. you'll see why the quotes are there in a second, and the reason is worse than you think.

small warning: big fan of body horror and horror stuff, so body horror and horror stuff will be present in this post.

basically, mr. grizz suckered deep cut into being on his side during RotM (which took place over, what, ~2 1/2 weeks in this au) with the promise of treasure. this isn't me trying to make deep cut look stupid btw. considering the demeanor of the actual mr grizz, i think he's just a Master Manipulator who took advantage of good people.

anyway, after deep cut joins his side, he gets them to come to a location hidden deep within alterna, then gets armed fuzzy octolings to ambush them. shiver somehow manages to fight them off, but is left weakened and on the floor.

she catches a glimpse of the actual mr grizz (just his eyes) and immediately tries to crawl away, but one claw swipe takes her out. they end up in his super secret science lab (which exists TO ME) and the results are...not pleasant. instead of fighting deep cut, agent 3 has to fight the following.

Eel It In: Eelthing

eelthing is Frye fused with her eels. not just combined, fused. together. frye isn't frye anymore.

eelthing's arena is like frye's, but the dome's screens are glitchy, the giant TVs are smashed, the graffiti/stickers on the ground are

torn, and everything is either gray or yellow.

stunning eelthing is just like stunning frye—just hit the masked eels. when that's done, the eels will explode into, uh...ink? and that ink that isn't really ink will recombine and form eelthing. it's like yellow devil but worse.

during phase 1, eelthing will separate into mutated eels, and those eels will perform eel downpour. the attack basically is eel downpour, just freakier.

during phase 2, eelthing will transform into a cylinder of eels that will spin rapidly and move around the arena. it's armor-breaking on contact, too. the move from phase 1 is there too

during phase 3, eelthing will actually stay in 'inkling' form for more than 3 seconds for once. this isnt good though, as when they stay in inkling form for this long, they will sprint straight towards you. when they get fast enough, they're invincible, and they create a path of ink as they run, but hitting the edge of the arena (which they do almost every time if you dodge correctly) stuns them. hit them when they're stunned out of every move, and you're golden.-

when defeating eelthing, they literally just...melt. and thats it.

2. The Fishy Foe: Sharkthing

sharkthing was supposed to be like eelthing, with shiver being fused with master mega, but something went horribly wrong. while sharkthing is fighting you, shiver is fully concious and aware of everything, but they can't do anything to stop it. all they can do is watch.

sharkthing's arena is like the octomaw's arena combined with shiver's regular arena. the water around the arena is murky, with giant rusted metal pipes in the background. the cage that covers the arena is also rusted and broken at the top. also, the entire arena starts out covered in sharkthing’s ink

for phase 1, sharkthing will dive into a puddle of ink, swim around, then swim up, attempting to bite the player. if you’re unlucky enough to get hit by it, it’s a OHKO. however, you can hit the puddle or throw a bomb on it and stun them.

for phase 2, a pillar of ink will form in a random part of the stage (read: wherever you’re standing) and sharkthing will leap onto it. they’ll spit globs of ink that explode booyah bomb style (but smaller) when they hit the ground. like master mega, when they do this enough, they’ll be left in a position where you can throw a bomb into their mouth

for phase 3, sharkthing gains 2 more attacks: summoning an inkstrike at your current position that looks like the pillar from phase 2, and diving into ink and reefsliding towards your current position and exploding when they reach it. they stun themselves after performing the second attack, giving you a chance to hit them.

when sharkthing is defeated, they collapse onto the ground. they do not get up.

3. Lean, Mean, Fuzzy Manta Machine: Fuzzball

fuzzball is just big man and fuzzy ooze. he looks like big man covered in fuzz, with the ooze part dripping from the bottom of his fins. he has glowing eyes (like someone we know) and his little hat is replaced with a tiny grizzco hat. specifically that one from splatoon 2

his arena is inside a mechanical dome, like the boss domes in splatoon 1, except it’s decorated to look like the inside of a spaceship.

fuzzball still dives into the ground like big man in phase 1, but will sometimes pop out of the ground and fall back down, spreading a good amount of ink in the surrounding area. if he falls on you, then your armor gets broken.

in phase 2, he swims around faster, and the arena suddenly sprouts walls that fuzzball can swim along. he will start to throw various bombs (fizzy bombs, torpedoes, splat bombs, n suction bombs) on top of popping out of the ground or off the wall if you're trying to swim on.

in phase 3, the arena kind of falls apart. five circles of the arena raise, like phase 3 of big man's fight, but the rest of the ground sinks, revealing a pool of fuzzy ooze. while fuzzball is more visible in the pool, you obviously can't go in it like he does. he still throws bombs, but when he's in the pool, he'll dive under and throw bombs from there, then resurface. there's also a new move for the third phase, of course, which involves him collecting a substantial amount of fuzzy ooze from the pool and tossing it at your current location. he also gets to throw another bomb: burst bombs. they don't do as much damage as regular burst bombs and aren't thrown as much, but when they are, they're thrown three times in a row.

when defeating fuzzball, he becomes extra fuzzified, then explodes, showering the arena in fuzz.

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #splatoon 3 spoilers #mr grizz #deep cut #shiver splatoon #frye splatoon #big man splatoon #new agent 3 #au #splatoon au #i was thinking of having an extra boss before mr grizz that was all of them somehow combined but 1.#dont feel like writing all that. i spent like 4 days writing this #and 2.#that's not even possible #tw body horror

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xxlucyxlolaxx · 6 months

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The moment Sebastian's powers awakened

This is part of my story for his origins. The name Kondo is his past name.

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"You want him? you will have to go through me first."

His mother's words burned in the boy's mind, igniting a primal rage that surged through his veins like molten lava. As if possessed by some unholy force, he jolted upright, his scream tearing through the air like a banshee's wail. In that moment, his once ordinary cute face morphed into another visage, adorned with long black horns that sprouted from his skull, curling sinuously towards the heavens.

A dark and ominous shadow erupted from within his trembling arms, billowing outwards like thick smoke escaping from a furious fire. It engulfed him, obscuring his form from view, shrouding him in an aura of malevolence and power. With a sudden surge of strength, Kondo's monstrous appendages collided with the unsuspecting men, sending them hurtling through the air like ragdolls caught in a storm. The impact was cataclysmic, shattering the massive tree trunk in half as if it were nothing more than a brittle twig.

But even as he unleashed his fury, Kondo's own body rebelled against him. The muscles in his legs seized, threatening to give way under the immense strain he placed upon them. He fought against the pain, the searing agony that threatened to consume him whole. Beads of sweat cascaded down his contorted face, his heart pounding against his ribcage like a trapped beast, as if it were about to explode from the sheer intensity of his powers.

Amidst the chaos, a figure approached. It was a blur, a mere silhouette amidst of darkness that engulfed Kondo's senses. Was it his mother, the woman who had just delivered the words that ignited this inferno within him? Or was it one of the unfortunate souls, foolish enough to challenge the raging demon that he had become?

They were running, or at least Kondo thought they were running. The world around him seemed to warp and distort, his vision blurred as if he were submerged in an underwater abyss. Every movement was a struggle, each step a torturous battle against the pain that threatened to consume him whole.

A sharp crack resounded through the air as one of his knees gave way, buckling under the weight of his wrath. He fell, his body crashing against the unforgiving ground, his head colliding with something solid. The impact reverberated through his skull, a jolt of pain coursing through his battered form.

The figure drew nearer, closing the distance with every fleeting second. They were definitely running, their footsteps pounding against the forest floor in a frantic symphony of desperation. But Kondo's mind was clouded, his senses dulled by the relentless onslaught of his own fury.

He couldn't discern if the approaching figure was friend or foe, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and anguish.

As the figure loomed over him, about to break through the wall of smoke and shadows that cocooned him, Kondo's consciousness flickered, then, everything went dark.

@lilc77 :Remember this? will I did some changes here.

#hakuouki #yukimura chizuru #hijikata toshizo #kuroshitsuji #hijikata x chizuru #sebastian michaelis #black butler #fanfic #hakuoki #ao3 fanfic

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liroyalty · 2 months

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Suzan's original name was Alexandra Țepeș, which the referral of 'Dracula', she was Vlad the Impaler's younger sister. Alexandra & Vlad were close kin, sharing similar interests in forbidden topics, & all things that generally their parents disagreed with. And they reminded close even after Alexandra was married, even after Vlad was married, & became the head of the house & of homeland of Wallachia. Alexandra served as her brother supportive shoulder, & showed indifference for his infamous acts of impaling his foes & leaving them out for display; believing it though overboard, such cruel acts were simply the price of war.

At some point, unknown exactly when to Alexandra, Vlad made a deal with the devil, who turned into in a monster of earth, the first vampire. She was of the first to learn of her older brother's transformation & live, & as she was not overly frightened of him, offered to extend these dark powers to her, to make her a vampire as well. She accepted this offer & awoken the next day to find her once brown eyes had gone red & that standing in the sun set her skin alight. Alexandra had become a fledgling. And strangely she would remain a fledgling for a very long time, as her powers developed at a slow rate.

Vlad Dracula ruled for many years, but all men must fall, & a man of the devil was no different. He was defeated by vampire hunters, & with his defeat, enemy armies set in within little time to capture the leaderless Wallachia. Many men were killed, & the women & children were captured & imprisoned, their destinies soon to take a dark turn then what the devil could grant.

While imprisoned, Alexandra would use her vampiric strength to break herself & other women being held out of their cells, making sure all other ladies could leave before doing so herself. Doing so did allow them to escape, but Alexandra alone would be recaptured. It was then her status as a vampire was discovered, & blessed silver chains & cuffs were used to subdue her supernatural abilities, making her as helpless as any mortal woman, new cells with silver bars & silver aligning the walls were also built to contain her.

She was kept & used as a slave for centuries, with no ends of torture, abuse & assault she was subjected too. She was no longer a human, she was a creature of evil to them, so she would be subjected to evil. With the careful precautions in place of the blessed silver keeping her locked down, there was nothing she could do but endure, & endure, & endure.

Until one day, a blessing, if those exist for vampires, happened. She was found by a set of mortals, a brother & sister, & freed. Unlocking the blessed cuffs at seeing how beat up & sickly she was, wanting to help her, & the power that had been kept under lock for so long exploded out of her. A violent torrent, a wave of shadows busted forth, complete destroying the place she had been held captive for so long, killing everyone in it's wake, including the siblings who freed her at all. She couldn't control it, & she didn't want to at that time. The rush of freedom, the blood of all who wrong her spilling over her body, it made her go insane.

And she didn't stop there, she went on, village to village, killing everyone in her path, men, women children, it didn't matter, she killed so many in her coursing insanity & drank their blood like the starved dog she was. Until she was home in Wallachia... or at least what was left of it. Only the sight of the ruins that were once her family's place, did her insanity subside, only replaced by sorrow. The all consuming sorrow of knowing everything she had ever known was gone. Her family, her home, all of them were gone, only she remained.

All that was left was to pick herself up & start anew, but she could not do so here. Not after what she had done, not after what happened to her, she wanted to go somewhere far away, to hide from her memories. And for many years she wanderer to find her new home, turned away by humans as every step.

But one day, she heard of a place called the Bermuda Triangle. It was there she went, & she found the island amidst the sea. Bermuda Island, it was prefect. Far away from home, & with few humans, ones that she could easily bend to her whims. This would be home. She would be the Queen of this island, she would change her first name to Suzan, & she would come to have three lovely daughters... Lucretia, Xena & Fiona.

#musings [lore and ideas]#suzanne aesthetic(varies trigger warnings) 【in darkness blooms the spider lily】#『v!queen of dracul』#headcanons [a royal decree!]#(and the winner of the 'how badly will i hurt sue this time' game goes too-)

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thecreaturecodex · 2 years

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Demon, Algol

[Commissioned by @crazytrain48. Demons in Arduin usually have types pertaining to elements (fire demon, ice demon) or thematics (storm demon, she demon) rather than fantasy names. So I had to come up with one for the star demon. I went with the name of the actual Demon Star, Algol. These do not tie into Apharoe, the Star Witch in canon Arduin, which struck me as an oversight, so I added a link. ]

Demon, Algol (Star Demon) CR 18 CE Outsider (extraplanar) This creature resembles a mighty humanoid statue carved out of black crystal. Its hands and feet bear vicious claws, and a crown of horns grows from its brow. It has large wings made out of shimmering rainbows that seem to exist only in two dimensions, and an orb of fire burns in its chest, as if it contained a miniature sun.

The algols, or star demons, are among the most powerful of the non-unique demons. They form only from rare souls, chaotic evil mortals whose crimes effect an entire planet. The architects of world wars, the inventors of doomsday machines, and polluters par excellence may be transformed into star demons upon death. They act to spread chaos and evil throughout entire solar systems, gleefully destroying entire civilizations in their wake. They are particularly fond of radioactive materials and may stoke the development of nuclear power in order to unleash its destructive potential.

An algol burns with the heat of an artificial star, and its wings are made of sheets of plasma. These are both destructive weapons and grant the algol the ability to make incredible bursts of speed. As such, a star demon usually fights with hit and run tactics, raking its claws, casting spells, or firing beams of disintegrating energy from their eyes at a distance. Most enemies that close to melee regret the decision, as star demons are radioactive to a lethal extent. A badly injured star demon will usually move to a crowded area (the more innocents the better), knowing that they will explode when slain in a final glorious burst of violence.

Although some algols are free agents, others are more integrated into the hierarchies of the Abyss. Their immunity to confusion and fear effects makes them skilled hunters of qlippoth, and some are employed to drive back the protodemons and reduce their numbers in the Abyss. Being able to disintegrate foes and blast them with starlight also makes them dangerous to other demons, and they may be employed as artillery in wars between demon lords. Apharoe the Star Witch has a dozen algols, known as the Zodiacal Potential or ZP, as her elite agents, each one assigned to watch over a different planet deemed a candidate for her needs. Most algols dream of being able to kill a Malebranche, the planetary agents of Hell, but would require numbers, reinforcements and excellent tactics to make such an assassination happen.

Algol CR 18 XP 152,600 CE Huge outsider (chaos, demon, evil, extraplanar) Init +6; Senses darkvision 60 feet, detect magic, low-light vision, Perception +27, see invisibility Aura radiation (15 ft., Fort DC 27) Defense AC 33, touch 15, flat-footed 26 (-2 size, +6 Dex, +1 dodge, +18 natural) hp 297 (18d10+198) Fort +17, Ref +17, Will +17 DR 15/good; Immune cold, confusion and madness, electricity, fear, fire, poison; Resist acid 10; SR 29 Defensive Abilities freedom of movement Offense Speed 40 ft., fly 150 ft. (good) Melee 2 claws +26 (2d10+10), 2 wings +21 touch (3d6 electricity and 3d6 fire) Ranged 2 disintegration beams +22 touch (9d6) Space 15 ft.; Reach 15 ft. Special Attacks death throes, rend (2 claws, 2d10+15) Spell-like Abilities CL 18th, concentration +26 (+30 casting defensively) Constant—detect magic, freedom of movement, see invisibility At will—fester (DC 21), dispel magic, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. only), irradiate (DC 21), magic missile 3/day— blasphemy (DC 25), quickened haste, mass fester (DC 24), prismatic spray (DC 25), reverse gravity, spell turning, empowered sunbeam (DC 25) 1/day—prismatic sphere (DC 27), summon (1 nalfeshnee, 50%, 8th level), sunburst (DC 26) Statistics Str 31, Dex 23, Con 33, Int 24, Wis 22, Cha 26 Base Atk +18; CMB +30; CMD 47 Feats Combat Casting, Combat Reflexes, Dodge, Empower SLA (sunbeam), Flyby Attack, Mobility, Point Blank Shot, Power Attack, Quicken SLA (haste) Skills Bluff +29, Fly +27, Intimidate +26, Knowledge (arcana, religion) +25, Knowledge (engineering, geography, planes) +28, Perception +27, Sense Motive +27, Spellcraft +25, Stealth +19, Survival +27 Languages Abyssal, Aklo, Celestial, Draconic, telepathy 100 ft. SQ no breath, starflight, sprint Ecology Environment any (the Abyss) Organization solitary or flight (2-4) Treasure standard Special Abilities Death Throes (Su) When it is slain, an algol explodes in a 60 foot radius. All creatures in the area take 18d6 points of plasma damage (half electricity, half fire) (Reflex DC 27 half), and are exposed to high radiation (Fortitude DC 27 negates). Disintegration Beams (Su) As a standard action, an algol can fire two beams of disintegrating energy out of its eyes. Treat these as ranged touch attacks with a range of 200 feet. A creature or object struck takes 9d6 points of typeless damage (Fort DC 27 half). An object made of force (such as a wall of force, resilient sphere or interposing hand) is automatically dispelled, as is a prismatic wall or prismatic sphere. A creature reduced to 0 hit points is reduced to dust, as per a disintegrate spell. An algol can use this ability at will, but must wait 1d4 rounds between uses. Radiation Aura (Su) All creatures within 15 feet of an algol are exposed to high radiation (Fort DC 27 negates) each round. As a supernatural effect, the algol does not radiate moderate or faint radiation, as is normal for mundane radiation sources. An algol can suppress or resume this aura as a move action. The save DC is Charisma based. Sprint (Ex) Once per hour, an algol can move up to 10 times its speed when making a charge or run action. Starflight (Su) A star demon can survive in the void of outer space. It flies through space at an incredible speed. Although exact travel times vary, a trip within a single solar system should take 3d20 hours, while a trip beyond should take 3d20 days (or more, at the GM's discretion)—provided the demon knows the way to its destination. Wings (Ex) An algol’s wings act as secondary touch attacks that deal 6d6 points of plasma damage (half electricity, half fire). The damage the wing attacks deal is not modified by the algol’s Strength bonus.

#algol #star demon #pathfinder 1e #arduin #commissions #demon

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Confession time.

Years ago, when I read OfTP, and went to SWM and reread all the interactions between Sirius and Severus... I really thought they had foe yay flavour. Like, the illogical visceral desire to physically bully Severus is really disturbing.

For what we see, James and Sirius took notice of Severus and ignored Lily on their first day! They bonded bullying Sev! And already with the nickname?? Also James is the leader of their boy club, and the first tormenter of Severus (because he's dirty jealous Sev is Lily's best friend and Lily doesn't care about a jock like him), but Sirius is really something. James suggests torturing the boy Sirius almost got killed months before, and, like James knew, Sirius is enthusiastic. Like a dog seeing a prey.

And this isn't about Lily. So, Sirius, what the hell was your problem? My logical answer is that he liked tormenting a kid who couldn't fight back and who was weird.

But sincerely I had always thought that a sort of visceral unwilling attraction could be on the cards, too. Like, Sirius remembering Sev's greasy hair 20 years later. Sirius laying it thick on Sev's physical aspect. Sirius calling him by that horrible nickname 20 years later. So personal. So emotional.

And just a barb from Sev, and not particularly creative at that, and Sirius fucking explodes. Like. Dude.

So yes, under the cut my dark musing about Snirius / Snack. Very dark, non-con discussion, don't read if you aren't seeking dead dove content!!

So, Snivellus is a pathetic loser who just can't get enough of dark arts, isn't he? And making him cry or scream from terror is so fucking funny, like you wouldn't believe. A real remedy against teenage angst.

But there is a problem. Since some time, hearing Snivellus whimper is like an electric thrill. Like, he wants to really make him cry. Alone. He wants to see his ugly dark (deep) eyes full of fear, not that rage he can't stomp. Strange. Weird. All Snivellus' fault.

And then. James takes Snivellus' pants off. His cock. Everybody laughs, James is taunting. But Sirius can't stop looking at Snivellus' cock. then the moment passes, James hexes Snivellus a couple of time, and Snape is thrown on the ground, red from the humiliation. He escapes, while everybody is laughing. Sirius isn't laughing, he realizes, shocked. No, his cock is heavy like a rock. For a second he images running after Snape, and taking his pants off again, and looking at his cock while he whimpers, cries, begs .

He slaps himself. What the hell??

Except, his daydreaming doesn't stop. And then the nightly dreams. Snivellus crying while Sirius forces his cock down his throat. His fault it's hard, so it's only right he takes care of the problem.

Sometimes, the dreams, nightly and daily, are different. Snape smiles in a way that Sirius never saw. He's smiling while he knees and touches his cock. He's smiling and begging for more while Sirius fucks him like a dog. What the fuck. It's all his fault . Did he got cursed with a dirty version of amortentia?

But the things is, the thoughts don't stop. And evey time James and the others bully Snape, now Sirius gets rock hard. He has so many fantasies about getting Snivellus in a dark classroom, alone, and doing to him all the things he dreams about. Pulling his hair. Slapping him. Fucking him hard.

It's a temptation, an obsession. And, well. One day Sirius is by himself because strangely James got a detention, but not him. And here he is, Snivellus going for a stroll in the castle. Alone.

Sirius touches his wand. Is he really going to do it? or is he afraid? Sirius scoffs: Gryffindors aren't afraid, ever. Especially not of dirty poor weird ugly oddballs like Snivellus. If only he had died, nobody would have felt his loss. Everybody would be happier, and Sirius would be free from this obsession.

"why, Snivellus!", He screams, and the tightening of his shoulders is hot like a muggle Playboy number.

The hunt has begun.

#snack hp #snirius #severus snape #Are you Crazy? I'm not putting this in Sirius Black tag

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Caring -pt. 4

A/N: It was supposed to be a final part but I got invested into it so I might make it a bit longer. Also I swear I’m getting back into writing just my morning shifts take out everything out of me.

Sunday felt grey; it felt grey in a way, where nothing moved anywhere and nothing had colour. You felt as if you had lost your mind yesterday, bursting into your room in a fit of rage that you had nowhere to focus it on. From all the sleepless nights, exhaustion disappeared and you were livid. Your shaking body stood there, fingers cramping up and your nails digging so far into your skin, that the pain of it felt relieving. You didn't know what you felt, you just knew that you felt this gigantic black cloud inside of you that wanted to explode. Your thoughts were running by your mind in lighting speed but there was one thought that seemed to be in the focus of it.

Remus.

Remus. Your feelings for him. Him making fun of you with his friends. and trying so hard to pull a prank on you- well, they didn't succeed, did they. You knew about it. You felt it. You felt the hair on your neck stick out and your guard appear when you felt something wasn't right.

And as much as you chose forgivness before, you were too busy filled with revenge and fury to even find it in a mere existence of it. To worse it all of, you had a project with him. You had a whole year left with him.

... And you tried so hard to be better...

Fuck him and fuck his friends. You're tired of him and everything remotely related to him.

You grabbed your pillow and threw so far across the room onto another bed. Thank God for Hogsmeade, or else you couldn't act so immature and pathetic with your roommates around. You grabbed the pillow again and hit the wall with it, screaming and grunting- punching it and it drove you crazy because it was: SO. DAMN. SOFT.

You realised you had more curse words inside of your personal dictionary in so many other languages that would make Merlin himself turn in his grave, but you didn't care- because Remus was making you so pathetic, making you a clown and the pillow was so fucking soft to experience any pain...

... then all the anger just collapsed inside of you and you wailed. Not cried or sobbed... but wailed. "How could he-" you sobbed, your chest minimizing its size. "- how could he do that-" you buried your head in completely ravaged pillow.

You wailed...

... and wailed...

... and wailed.

The pillow was traumatised. It has experienced more aggression than it had from all the other students before you.

And you knew that since it was soaked in all of your tears and whatever liquid came from your nose. The shadows of your head were pulsing from exhaustion and before you knew it, you fell asleep in a small, fetal sleeping position- hugging your pillow so tightly and disappearing into the darkness of sad slumber.

The idea of cruel revenge disappeared in the morning. If it was morning. Your roommates weren't in bed, so they were either at breakfast or they were about to come in any second from it.

You looked at your clock and widened your eyes.

"FUCK!" you jumped up and felt the dizziness throw you back onto your bed.

They weren't at breakfast, they were at lunch.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiit." you laid on your back and put the palms of your hands on top of your eyes.

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It was as if you only blinked once and hours went by. Dinner and by now you were too hungry to stay in your room. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he hurt you. You didn't want to give anybody that satisfaction of knowing somebody can hurt you- not even your roommates or your closest friends. You were known as the happy one, the tough one, the emotionless one.

Though you hated that mask you hid behind, you had to wear it because if you didn't, you felt uncomfortable. The funny thing is, everybody wears masks. It's the nature of life and it protects us from fiends and foes, but now all you wanted was somebody to be there for you. Not somebody, but him. You'd say pathetic, but the deep desire for him to run up to you and tell you how sorry he is, create this big, grand gesture and kiss you passionately was all your mind created. It was either that or thinking about the rage, which you realised ended up in tears and utterly destroyed pillow.

You tried not to put too much effort in your look but to look like not putting too much effort, you did just that. Your eyes made you look like a frog, swollen so badly you didn't know what to do or say to your roommates about it. You washed them with cold water but it didn't go away and the headache didn't help either. The painkiller took so long to give in effect and you felt like nothing could make this pain go away.

You sat down on the edge of a bathtub and put your hands on top of your eyes. Everything felt useless. The lump in your throat did not help what-so-ever causing your eyes to water, but you tried to gather your thoughts and suck them back in.

You smiled, but your jaw hurt. You washed your face and with ease, you opened your door.

"Merlin, I will never sleep this long ever again." you groaned loudly as your roommates looked up. "Look at my eyes. It's like I was just done with some allergy testing."

Your friends laughed to your statements and it was like you put no effort into your mask at all. It all came out so naturally.

"Let the magic of time, heal all wounds." one of your friends said as she walked to you and watched your eyes.

"Or may a prince kiss your froggy eyes." said the other

"Bog off!" you laughed, throwing a pillow at her. "I'm so hungry but I have no clue what to wear."

"It's just dinner. For all others care, you can wear a potato sack." said the one who was sitting beside you and carefully looked at your eyes. She eyes you suspiciously, then got up and left.

She knew and you knew she knew. She also knew you, so she left you alone until you decide to open up yourself- if you ever will.

You didn't, however, wear a potato sack. You put on leggings and perfectly sized hoodie. It fell a bit over your back and covered the length of your arms neatly. You put a bit of moisturizer over your face and mascara. Your hair was half up and half laid down. With that you felt your confidence boost up and so you walked out of the room.

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Remus sat there alone. He sat as far away from his friends as he could because he was furious, livid- just like you, you would say... but he wasn't hurt like you. His friends sat a few seats away, glancing occasionally with guilt. Of course, there would be angry looks at them. They had a perfectly good reason to "help" him get a bit closer to you. Obviously, they failed but it was all good intentions. James felt more guilt than any of the other three, so he stared at Remus with a large amount of guilt. It came to a point his eyes felt like a constant bug on the corners of Remus' eyes. Remus sighed and looked at him with a threatning glare, yet with another look that gave an exhausted perception of just how out of energy he was.

James walked up but as soon as he did, Remus' eyes went wide and he quickly stretched out his neck.

James turned around to find you walking along with your roommates and laughing. He smiled and he tried to make his way to you. He can fix this!

"Oi! (y/n)!" he shouted and ran towards you, leaving Remus paralyzed in terror.

Besides Remus, James was the second least person you wanted to lay your eyes upon but when you did, your eyes fell dark and intimidating.

James stopped in front of you and took a big breath. Your energy did give discomfort and he knew he was to blame but he was a fixer. James was a fixer...

"About last night- it's really not Remus' fault. He had no clue about anything, I swear." he started, meanwhile you and your friend eyes each other.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you lied, deadly serious.

James was too stunned to speak from your reaction. If there was anything he expected, it was a burst of anger or threats, not complete ignorance.

"I-uh-" he stumbled over his own words and you placed a smile.

"You got the wrong girl, James." was all you said before moving past him.

James looked after you, then at Remus, whose eyes shouted questions and perhaps some slurs at him but James only shrugged. What was he suppose to say or do? He was confused.

And despite the fact that you completely ignored Remus' existance a few seats away from you, your heart was pounding inside your chest. You didn't tell your roommates about last night. You didn't tell anybody. If you were honest, you lied to yourself about it as well. It was embarrassing to admit to something like that; that you were the victim of a prank from the famous four and to give them the satisfaction of it was not in your plan.

You were sweating from all the four pairs of eyes on you and you couldn't focus, nor eat anything in front of you. Your nervousness was at large and there was no apetite left in you. You loved food. You could devote your whole life to it but at the moment, your stomach was empty.

You stood up. You left.

The mask eventually fell with passing steps and the tears in your eyes started to gather. You pulled them back in but as you did so, it was as if all the pain tears held, you sucked it back in to your throat. It was dry and preventing any air to come into your lungs. It was horrible; hungry, shaking, nervous... you felt that if anything else decides to appear in your body chemistry, you'd might as well turn into dust.

And there he was. Right in front of you.

How could he have even got in front if you left him behind?

What other sorcery was that?

Your eyes were confused but you dared not to say a word until your body would calm down.

"(y/n)..." he spoke softly, regretfully.

Oh God. The soft tone of his voice definitely did not help to better your mood.

He would look into your eyes, eyes that were glistening in the darkness of the upcoming night. Swollen all around their colour, it felt like your pain would eat them alive.

Didn't he cause you enough of pain already?

All you felt- all those tears that didn't come from your eyes yet- he made that.

"I didn't- I swear I didn't plan any prank on you last night. I didn't have any evil master plan for you except to finish our project and I didn't finish it. I didn't finish it because we should do it together."

You turned your head away and smiled. Tears fell uncontrollably by themselves and you wiped it away as if it was never there.

Yet, you couldn't fool him, you both pretended you could.

"Yeah, whatever." you said. "I can do it by myself." was all you said before walking past him.

He let out a heavy sigh and shouted behind you. "That's not what I meant, (y/n)!"

"I know what you meant!" you turned around, shaking with rage you couldn't control either. You weren't in control. You felt like a volcano about to erupt and knowing you couldn't prevent it, you let it. "But do you really think I would trust you after last night! Huh!?"

"It wasn't what you think! I promise you, (y/n)! It wasn't." he walked towards you.

"Stop saying my name, goddamit!" you put your hands on the sides of your head like the sound of your name from his mouth clouded any remaining thought in your head. "You annoy me!" you pointed your finger at his chest, poking him angrily. "And it's funny because I was supposed to be the annoying one, right!"

"I never said you were- whatever I said last night, I didn't mean it."

"But you did, Remus." you growled, poking him again. "And I know you did because I heard you and your friends making fun of me that day after you fell asleep in class and you were so rude to me- you were so stuck up and mean AND I STILL WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO WOKE YOU UP! I put my feelings and my ego aside, FOR YOU! And it wasn't because I liked you for such a long time. It was simply because I am a decent human being WHICH I CANNOT SAY for you and your friends!"

"Me and my friends- we do appear that way and if you heard us talk- that wasn't me."

"Wasn't it?" you scoffed.

"No, it wasn't!" he let it out so desperately. "I had a rough few days, (y/n). I wasn't myself."

"I don't care." you shook your head. "I don't believe a single word you say right now. You're a rude, mean asshole that I don't want anything to do with anymore and fuck it! I'll finish it myself and you go play dungeons and dragons with your friend lot." you turned him your back and stomped away.

He shut his eyes, not believing the situation playing in front of him. "How can I make you believe me?!" he shouted after you.

You turned around, almost tripping but catching yourself just in time. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't believe a unicorn if I saw it right now."

"Fucking fine!" he shouted, stomping after you and catching your pace faster with his longer pace. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You turned and glared at him and he stared back- something hidden, unspoken in his eyes tried to tell you something. His eyes were filled with fear, something you didn't see before- something that made you calm down as his grip let go of you slowly.

"What?!?" you snarled. "You're going to tell me that-"

"I have lycanthrophy." he blurted out.

It took you longer to process what he had said because if he said- "If you had lycanthrophy that would mean that you're a-"

"-werewolf." he finished your sentence.

You let out a laugh. "Yeah right and I'm a flying goblin." you turned him your back again but he pulled you back to him... again.

"How did you think I got these scars, (y/n)?" he said and your eyes immediately glanced at the long and pale rose stripes at the side of his neck, then back to his eyes that for a moment- a long, silent moment, you believed.

You smiled again- not in disbelief but because you couldn't find the right reaction to any of this. You shook your head. "But you- you can't be."

"I am." he replied right after. "And I turn into a monster with fur all over my body and I howl like a wolf, I run like a wolf, I look at the moon like it's the love of my life and I can't remember anything the next day." he continued. "I actually can't remember days after either."

You couldn’t process. It was as if you had all the words and the pieces in your head but you couldn’t place them together. You couldn’t connect it. It made sense, the pale ghost that wandered the halls every month, where you thought it could be a cold or a drunk night, sometimes even drugs but you never thought in your mind to look in the calendar to see that he was like that after every full moon.

Your head was empty.

“You’re a werewolf?”

“I am.”

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