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nildespirandum · 7 months

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Thank you to everyone who has been patient during dry spell, and who has continued to send well wishes and kind thoughts. I cannot tell what it has meant to me.

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The cold hallways of Skadi’s great fortress, where it stood as guardian between the realms of the living and the dead, were predictably stark and massive, all hewn from meteoric rock by a combination of the crude strength of giants and draugr and the magicks of Hel. While nothing to the splendor of Asgard’s palace, or outhouses if it came to that, Loki silently admitted that there was a rough grandeur to both its scale and the gleaming texture of the stone which, along with a few floating orbs of glowing ice to give light, were as close as there came to anything hinting at decor.

No doubt Skadi considered interior design beneath contempt, which was just as well for Loki was certain her taste would leave everything to be desired.

Leaving his cell had been insultingly easy. No guards stood outside of it nor was any elaborate spell or clever cantrip used to keep him within. Loki had touched the blank side of the lock’s hasp on the interior with the tip of a black claw, scraping it in circles to cause the lock to pick itself. The spell was one that he had created in his youth when he and Thor were oft times sent to their rooms to ruminate on their misbehaviors.

As if Loki were ever inclined to guilt or Thor to thought.

Loki peeked out, as did Nora. She no longer even came to his shoulder, so she stood under his arm. They each looked up the hall and back, and then at each other. With her head tipped back, Nora’s throat was rather appealingly displayed to him, making him wonder how hard he could bite the side of it with his fangs before it would cause her the unpleasant sort of pain… And could he make her enjoy even that….?

And could he…?

Closing his eyes to take a moment to gather his thoughts from where they had sunk, Loki realized that not only had the transformation to this primitive Frost Giant form done wonders for his poor, wounded cock, additionally it had woken in him the Jotun enthusiasm for mortal flesh. Combined with his own - and here he beat back the word that wanted to come to the forefront of his mind - fascination with Nora, it would make for a dangerous distraction.

“Are we going to go for it or…?” Nora was still looking at him, brows raised, soft mouth wet and ever so slightly open.

“I don’t know that this is the time or the place,” Loki said, trying to sound unwilling though he knew his tone was more smarmy than disinterested.

“I mean, should we go, you big weirdo. I know some people are turned on by dungeons but they probably aren’t literal dungeons.” She frowned slightly. “Though it wouldn’t be an option for most people back home, even if they were into literal, actual dungeons. In which case I’m not sure-”

He could tell that her nerves were getting to her and that she would go on like that indefinitely if not stopped. Carefully, he did not quite touch her lips with one of his newly grown black talons, since he was unsure how sharp they were, and nodded.

“Right, yes. We should get on with it, then.”

Also, wrong. For in his case, literal dungeons seemed to be a turn-on, presuming Loki was interpreting that human expression correctly. He’d certainly spent enough time in them to develop not a fetish or rather, at least a lack of squeamishness about what was appropriate or even enticing to do within one.

He held the cell door open, allowing Nora to slip under his arm, and then carefully shut it. Despite that care, the metal on metal on wood of it seemed to ring out like a carillon in the still and silence.

Peering within each cell as they passed proved that they all were as empty as the hallway. At its end nearest to the metal gate that separated them from the stairway up and out there was a massive lock-up that looked as if it were designed to hold dozens.

Within was the only other prisoner they had seen, who seemed to be asleep or unconscious beneath a pile of furs in a back corner.

Nora pointed towards the pile, then made a gesture towards the lock on the cell door.

Absolutely not, Loki thought, walking on.

Her now so tiny hand hooked around his wrist, as her fingers could no longer come close to closing on it, and pulled. Where before her touch had been warm now it burned. Burned through tough, blue skin, through muscle, to bone, where it seemed to ignite his marrow, lashing him with fire on the deepest level possible.

He was wonderstruck how much he craved the pain, the ache. Wanted to know how if her cold little hand caused that much fire what might her mouth do?�� Or Bor help him, the sure venomous wet between her lips, between her legs.

Turn him into a pile of tumescent ash, Loki rather suspected.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?” Nora whispered.

“As someone with far more enemies than is the average, I can assure you otherwise,” he whispered back, leaning down close to her ear, trying not to sniff her skin. Even when blue and bedecked with horns a prince should keep a little of his dignity.

“Still, Skadi is… her people are…” Nora stopped and looked down at her dress and frowned. “They aren’t very respectful of their prisoner’s persons. It would feel shitty to leave someone here.”

Her voice was less than steady, less than Nora.

Not liking to consider what that might mean, Loki tucked her tone away for later questions when they were free. “That may be so, but she wards the borderlands between the living and the dead and trust me, there are plenty of true criminals, necromancers, graverobbers, and multiple fashions of the ambulatory dead that she has good reason to hold imprisoned. Also,” he added, “this is not a prison break, it is more in line of espionage, which means the fewer involved the safer.”

“If someone is being held here at least it would be more of a distraction for the guards to be chasing them and us,” she countered, sounding more like herself.

“That never really works the way one thinks it will. Besides which, don’t think I don’t know that you simply want to release whoever it is for a bit of revenge on Skadi and her hamfisted chambermaids.”

“And you, of all people, have a problem with that?”

“On the contrary, in more typical circumstances I would be all for it, but we are on a mission, as you might recall.”

“Normal circumstances? What normal circumstances would… never mind, I just remembered who I am talking to, which considering the current state of both of us doesn’t say good things about my sense of reality.”

That was, Loki thought, feeling the weight of his horned brow and again noting her sartorially created cleavage, an understatement.

“Plus, I’m not sure I wish to be rescued by such noisy people,” came a voice that most kindly might be described as sepulchral from the pile of furs, which shifted about and then fell off the figure that rose from beneath them, stretching tall enough that skeletal fingers scraped the ceiling. “What good would come of it, if I were to then be talked to incessantly?” Dark, blue-skinned, and of a size of an Asgardian, with glowing green eyes, and a decidedly undead thinness draped in a shroud rather than a shift, it took Loki a moment to recognise the woman for what she was.

“Disir…” he let the word trail away, sliding his foot to the right and shifting his shoulders so his vast body was between her and Nora, though he trusted Skadi would not hold such a creature in her fortress were she not sure of being able to keep it contained.

“One of,” she nodded, “Hlökk.” She moved towards the front of the cell, her motions quick yet stiff, as if from the cold. Rather, he knew, it was from her muscles being desiccated, her sinews dust, her entire self animated by will and spite rather than life. With a final, swift jerking motion she stood all but resting against the cold iron bars. Close enough that her papery blue flesh began to wither from its influence. Standing effortlessly on the tips of her toes, she peered into his face, a smile of cracked teeth and parched lips flashed, and then retreated.

“I have not seen a Jotun of your type since I was a young girl newly in the service of Bor, and they were ancient and few then. Those last died upon my sister’s spears, or so was thought. But you,” she, without Loki’s scruples, took a deep, sniffing breath, leaning her head back and opening the corrupt cavern of her mouth like a cat to taste the smell of them upon the air.

“You look of Jotunheim yet smell of Asgard, giant. Or is that her?” Quicker than he could see Hlökk stepped twice to the right so she could aim her nose towards Nora. “No,” the Disir dismissed. “Mortal. Full of death and decay. But you, you are-”

The Aesir had few enemies that they feared, for to die in battle against a worthy foe was their greatest good. The cannibalistic, ever-dying, never-dead Disir, cursed by Bor to crave the flesh of those they formerly served, were at the top of a very short list. Though only a handful in number, stories of their enormities and disgusting habits had been used to keep naughty Asgardian children from creeping from bed late at night for eons.

Naughty Asgardian children other than himself, of course. The boogeyman or haint had not been born that could have kept young Loki from wandering the halls and secret rooms of the palace under cover of friendly dark.

“Keep your nose to yourself, Disir, this is one god you will not gorge upon. Come along,” he then said to Nora, gesturing towards the stairwell. She frowned and seemed inclined to argue when the Disir ran her long, dehydrated tongue over her lips.

A sound like dried leaves being blown across stone.

“Aesir and Jotun flesh as one. A delicacy untried by me or any sister of mine….”

“Right,” Loki knew there were bars and his magic between the Disir and his becoming her supper and he did not care. Lifting Nora’s little self into his arms, he ignored her protests and took three long strides when behind them the Cursed One whispered.

“The Bók Lífs og Dauða .”

“Wait,” Nora said.

Loki took another step.

“What else might Odin’s Trickster changeling want in the hall of his most implacable enemy?” The words were spoke soft and thoughtful as were, “How helpful might it be for one to know just where the Giantess kept such a treasure.”

Loki whirled about, stalked back to the cell, realized he was still holding Nora who was now within reach of the Disir should it choose to reach its spindly, iron-muscled arm through the bars, and quickly put her down and placed himself back between them. He realized it was a false gallantry since he was what the nasty thing was interested in getting her teeth into.

“Let me guess, you know where the Book is, and in return for your freedom you will tell me where to find it?”

Nodding, glowing green eyes managing to look amused, the Disir said, “And you give me one of your toes. I am well past starved.”

“Absolutely not!”

“What the fuck?”

Loki and Nora’s protests tangled together.

The Disir leaned against the bars of the cell, picking at her gray and broken nails, “Ragnarok is coming early season. I would think one little piggy would be small enough payment to put the Twilight of the Gods off by a few hundred millennia or more, Odinson. Your father’s favor would be the least of your rewards for such an act.”

He looked down at Nora, who spoke in a quick whisper. “Do you know who she is? What is she talking about? Why does she want one of your toes? What the hell is wrong with everyone in space?”

It was a good question.

He had a better one, for the Disir, “Why should I trust you?”

The Disir spoke, this time in Ancient Asgardian rather than the All-tongue, so Nora could not understand.

“Trust is for naifs and babes, I shall give you my Word of Bond upon mine and my sister's unlives. Take it, Trickster, or walk your little mortal through the endless halls of Elvidner until she freezes or you are caught and she is dragged to Skadi’s bed to die serving there, and you back to the witless brutality of this pit, that shall end in your skinned body being hung from the battlements.”

With a sigh, Loki answered back in the same language, “Well, if you put it that way, I suppose I’ll still have nine more.” He reached towards the lock and then halted, “I choose which one I give up.”

The Disir inclined her head. Graciously.

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dragon-ascent · 1 year

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Withdrawal

Zhongli stops helping with your commissions for a bit, and you realise just how exposed you feel without him by your side.

★彡Fluff, fun stuff, purely sfw

(Totally not inspired by me temporarily taking Zhongli off the team for the first time since getting him)

Zhongli does enjoy accompanying you on your commissions when he has the time to; spending time with you is all he could ask for.

He does notice how much you depend on him for even the littlest things, though.

“Zhongli, jade shield now!”

...And it’s a group of slimes minding their own business.

“Zhongli! Launch your meteor!”

...And there’s just hilichurl towers standing innocuously.

“Zhongli, this is a task only you can do!”

…And it’s just to race against a little boy in the desert.

One day, as you leap into his arms in a panic, he decides - literally and figuratively - you need to stand on your own two feet again.

“Zhongli!” you exclaim, “shield! Put up the shield!”

Instead of doing as told like he usually does, this time he shakes his head. “This commission requires you to bounce on mushrooms,” he says, incredulous. “I assure you, my love, my assistance is not required.”

“What if we run into danger while bouncing around?!” you cry, almost hysterical.

Zhongli, bemused, replies, “We have been doing this very commission for weeks now without much issue. And should danger ever come knocking, you are more than capable of handling it alone.”

You huff. “But it feels way safer when I’m protected by you...”

He can’t lie; that statement warms his heart a bit, but he holds his ground firmly. “Darling, before I began assisting you, you proved to be very capable and confident in yourself. This extreme reliance on me has dulled it considerably, hm?”

You scoff. “Whaaat? No, of course not. I’m not that reliant on you! I can totally do things on my own, the help you give is just for added comfort. I don’t actually need it!” You cross your arms indignantly.

He smiles, choosing to see where this goes. “Then, how about I stop assisting you for a bit,” he suggests, gently putting you down.

You roll your eyes and scoff again. “Pfft, yes, whatever. Makes no difference!”

“Really? Will you fare just fine without me?”

“Of course!”

“Very well. Tomorrow, I will not accompany you on your commissions.”

“Fine with me!”

xxx

You regret this decision the very next day.

Trudging along the plains, the first thing you’re aware of is how instead of a confident stride, you’re moving along with a nervous gait. Your steps are unsure, timid, wimpy even. For someone who’s able to fell a horde of Ruin Guards, you certainly don’t look the part.

“Aiyeeeh!” you jump back, startled, when you notice a hilichurl sleeping under a tree. “Zhongli, shield me please!”

It takes you a moment to remember he’s not here with you today. You swallow, tense, and think it best to simply tiptoe away-

The hilichurl jolts awake and trains its focus on you, its club raised.

You stumble back before realising you have a weapon too, you can fight. Grumbling, you sidestep the hilichurl’s lunge and retaliate with a slash of your own, ending the fight in one hit. Sure, it was a simple fight, but it lacked the comfort of a shield.

Shaking your head vigorously, you continue on. The sky darkens before you know it, and the flash of lightning that follows signals dangerous terrain. You continue on, unbothered, knowing Zhongli will save you from getting struck-

Ah. Right.

Switching from calm to panicked within a second, you run around like a headless chicken, hoping not to get struck. Screaming, you take cover in the nearest cave you see. Sliding down to the ground with a sigh, you decide to wait until the rumbles of thunder die down before continuing along.

Except, the rumbling doesn’t seem to come from thunder.

Freezing up, you glance into the darkness of the cave. A pair of glowing eyes meets yours, and the rumbles grow louder and more feral.

From the shadows emerges an enraged Thunderhelm Lawachurl.

xxx

Since you lack a man named Zhongli on this unfortunate day, the fight takes much longer than usual. You had to rely on your own dodging and healing, even deciding at one point to simply retreat and run away, but you’re quite the stubborn one.

By the time you’re finished, the rain has stopped as well. Quickly, you make your way to one of the commissions you’d been assigned for the day. A group of eremites sits around a camp, huddled quite close and discussing something over a fire.

You purse your lips. Their position makes the perfect target for dropping a meteor and finishing them all off in one sweep. But of course, the meteor man is at home, and you are meteorless. With a pang you understand now just how much you rely on your Zhongli.

It isn’t just the shield or the meteor; you realise how much you miss the utility of his stone stele too. You recall fondly one time you two were exploring some ruins for a commission, and had heard the sound of a Ruin Guard starting up. But before you could react to this, its homing missiles appears out of the shadows, rocketing towards you with tremendous speed.

Zhongli, sensing he would be a second too late if he summoned his shield now, settled for summoning his dominus lapidis, throwing his arms over you protectively and ducking behind the newly-created pillar. The missiles pummeled into it, sending vibrations through the pillar, but it stood tall and solid even so. Zhongli had been holding you securely throughout the ordeal, his breathing mingling with yours, peering cautiously beyond the pillar until he was sure it was safe for you.

His raw combat skills are always a sight to behold too. One time, you had been fighting a gang of treasure hoarders when one of them had managed to snipe you before Zhongli could put up his shield. It was just a scratch to your arm, nothing you couldn’t heal, but by archons had Zhongli lost it.

Eyes glowing, spear gleaming, he had beaten those men up like he needed to bring more revenue to the funeral parlor within the hour.

Yes...you hate doing this without Zhongli. “Ugh!” you shout, furiously plowing through the eremites you’d been tasked to handle now. “Ugh! Ugh! I can’t do this anymore!” Sighing as you defeat the last of them, you vow never to do a single thing without your god around.

xxx

“Zhongli,” you whine, thoroughly exhausted, crawling back to him in the evening. “I can’t do anything without you...”

He looks up from the book he’s been reading, a small smirk of triumph briefly appearing on his lips before he puts his book down and turns to you with his arms out, which you instantly barrel into.

“But, my dear, I see you’ve completed all your tasks for the day. It seems like you can do things without me, yes?” “But it just doesn’t feel right!” you answer unhappily. “It’s not the same without you. I’m so used to the comfort you give me, that I feel useless when I’m without you.”

Zhongli cups your face and gives you a tender kiss on the forehead. “Oh, darling,” he says. “Is this your way of being romantic?”

You grin. “You could say that. I neeeeed you, Zhongli! Because I loooove you!”

This earns you a soft chuckle from him. “I love you too, darling.” You giggle and nuzzle him happily, and the two of you stand there in each other’s presence before he speaks again. “All right. I shall continue to support you for as long as you wish, my love.”

“Yay!”

And thus you become even more blatantly reliant on Zhongli’s protection, but honestly, he doesn’t mind it too much - as long as he’s with you, he’s happy he can be someone you can lean on.

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #zhongli x you #sini writes #fluff #drabble

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summion7 · 2 years

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Yang:geez vb where do you get all that self-loathing from?

Jaune: my dad.

Weiss: I hate to say it but daddy issues is one thing we can relate on.

Jaune: no Weiss I mean literally my dad was like this when he was my age.

Nora: what made him stop?

Jaune: marrying up his childhood friend after they saved the planet and having eight children.

Ruby: wait what what do you mean saving the planet do you mean like recycling? Or discovering A alternate source of energy?

Jaune: no they literally stopped a man who was called the one winged angel, who has god like power, strong enough to pull a meteor onto a direct collision course with earth.

Ren: wait. YOUR DADS CLOUD STRIFE?!

Yang: who?

Jaune:here a picture and yes he is.

Yang:HOLY HOT GUY! I got to meet him!

Jaune: your in luck as both my parents are coming today.

???: actually they’re already here.

The group of friends turned to see cloud strife and Tifa Lockhart standing in the hall.

Jaune: MOM! DAD! *hugs them*

Cloud: heya kiddo! I got some good news! Your now old enough where we feel you can handle the same power that me and sephiroth had.* pulls out aerith’s materia and it glows unlocking Jaune’s true strength * no be careful for the next few days when sparring as you will have to get used to this new power also you are now able to use materia like me and your mother.

Pyrrha: excuse me do you happen to be Jaune’s mother?

Tifa:why yes I am how can I help you?

Pyrrha:I’d like to request to be engaged to your son as I’ve been in love with him for a long time but he keeps missing all my hints.

Tifa: *rolls eyes* he truly his father’s son. Well why don’t we set some time and have a little chat and we will see if you deserve that position.

Pyrrha: certainly we can use our room down the hallway.

Tifa:ok one sec.”turns to the excited group of students asking cloud a million questions “ honey me and Miss Nikos are going to go have a little chat we will be right back.

Cloud: all right take your time dear*gives her a peck on the lips*love you.

Tifa: and I love you my soldier Chocobo.

Times skip one and a half hours later.

Pyrrha flys into the run tackling Jaune while laughing and giggling much to his confusion and the groups confusion.

Nora:YOU GO GIRL!

Tifa calmly walks in: jaune you take care of Pyrrha as she is now your fiancé.

Everyone except Tifa and Pyrrha: WHAT?!

Pyrrha proceeds to kiss Jaune. Fireworks and supernova go off in his head and his heart.

Jaune: I am perfectly fine with this development!

Cloud: and I’m guessing that’s why you walked out earlier.

Tifa: you know it! Plus I think they will do get with each other! Plus….

Cloud: plus?

Tifa:THINK IF HOW CUTE OUR GRANDBABIES WILL BE !

Jaune:MOM!

Nora: I CALL DIBS ON GOD MOTHER AND MAID OF HONOR!

#jaune arc #arkos #cloud strife #yang xiao long #rwby weiss schnee #tifa lockhart #cloti #nora valkryie #lie ren #rwby ruby rose

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memorystormsanctuary · 9 months

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Day 5 ~ Light or Darkness

Whenever I do these it seems at least one day ends up being from the pov of another Oc, and today is that day this year. Today’s prompt for @khoc-week is Light or Darkness and this is a prompt I had an easy answer for. Y has always been and always will be Light, in a literal and figurative sense of that as she is the goddess of Light trapped in a human form. She embodies many of the qualities of Light, being bright and happy, but also showing the lesser-known sides. As many don’t know her identity it can be hard for some people to see the Light in all she does. But her twin brother knows, and he has always seen her light in its entirety.

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Everything about her always seemed to radiate light. X had heard countless people say it countless times. Something about her just always seemed to give off light. To X it was a given. Of course, she was always shining, she was Light in its purest form. But what made it interesting was the moments when people said it to him.

There were those who saw it in her happiness and joy. Sora and Axel were among those who had told X Y's happiness was so bright. Her smile turned the very world around them into the brightest day. Even when storm clouds rolled overhead and thunder rumbled in the distance. If she laughed it would be enough to make it seem there was no storm, the clouds part so the sun might shine. Something about the smile that graced her face and maybe in the dimples on her cheeks. The bubbly laughter that quickly passed from her to those around her, even X if she went on for long enough.

Perhaps in the same vein were those who saw it in her excitement. It had been specific to her bouncing and chattering away. Roxas had been the one to notice it in the moment. The way she flitted around like a bird, chattering on about things he didn’t understand but she was too excited to notice. Her light flickered and danced in those moments, like the fire at the center of the home.

The flickering fire continued on, in moments she was creating things. Yuki and Kairi both seemed insistent about it. That her explanations were so detailed and exact, they shone a light on the things they didn’t understand. A contained light directed at the shadows of doubt and misunderstanding to bring understanding. Like the light in a child’s room that chased out the shadows.

Others saw it in her calm. Riku, Xion, and Terra all agreed on that. When she sat, completely at peace with herself and the worlds as they were. The rare moments of true calm. In those moments she seemed to offer light in short bursts, a subtle soft glow. As her eyes caught sight of different things, a glow at small details in the world. When she saw her friends with her and the simplicity of it all. Her light seemed so contained, that they wished they could carry with them always. Like the fireflies in summer trapped in a jar that always seemed to fade far too soon.

On very special occasions someone would see it in the way she loved. Ventus was one of the few, and the only of this lifetime that had really seen it. Though he said it was clear even when she was just with her friends. She loved deeply and with such strength. It was electrifying, the way it seemed to power both herself and Ventus. The crackle between them, sparks almost jumping from their fingers. The force was great, and part of X worried as it was forced into a short time. One life. Trapping lightning in a bottle until it inevitably exploded.

The strangest perhaps were those who saw it in her moments of sadness. It was a moment that even X sometimes struggled to see the light he knew followed his sister. But something about the way she held in her tears and forced a smile. Aqua and Namine both claimed it was the moment her light shined the brightest. The way the sun could be seen even through rain clouds if they looked hard enough. Or the way Aqua had watched a meteor shower even in the Realm of Darkness, the streaks of light crossing the sky like tears for just a moment before they disappeared.

What X found the strangest was that no one seemed to agree with him about when her light was most apparent. Maybe it was because so few of their friends had ever been on the receiving side of it. X had been. And he had seen it directed at others. And no matter who was on the other side, he knew in those moments there was no denying her light.

In those moments there was a fire in her eyes that threatened to escape and set a blaze to the world around them. Her voice shook and crackled, like the wildfire in her eyes was contained truly within her. And sometimes it turned to a supernova, if she had held it in for long enough. He swore that sparks jumped off her fingers as she pointed and motioned. If the stars ever did explode the way she yelled and snapped was certainly how they would.

It had always confused X why anger was associated with darkness. When it seemed so clear to him it belonged to her.

#khocweek2023 #khocweek #khoc #oc #original chracter #Y #X is here too today #Light and Darkness #I have lots of thoughts about Ys anger #this day was actually really hard for me #Which was weird because I knew from the start the answer was light #but i tried like four different things before I got one to work

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monty-glasses-roxy · 1 month

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Ya know, Meteors AU feels like it would have a very different begining if Eddie was part of the Raceway construction team. It means he already knows about Mimic, though has never seen it or the pizzeria, and has a certain level of trust in Roxy even before the events of Ruin. It means he knows a lot more about what's happened in the Plex, what Fazbear Entertainment is capable of, and that Roxy is and has always been sentient.

It also means Roxy is a lot more familiar with him. Her trust in him has already had a chance to build a little bit, even if it's still very shaky at this point. The Minis know him and he knows them with just as shaky a bond between most of them. He's done favours for her without her asking and they both feel guilty as all fuck for what happened. He feels indebted to her, while she feels like she's failed everyone and doesn't understand why he's nice to her at all.

I suppose it also means that there's more conflict between them. Eddie feels it's his turn to protect her while Roxy feels overwhelmed and just wants to go home. He could be trying so much harder to make his and Cassie's home her home as well, and in doing so, end up with a missing kid because Roxy decided she's going home whether he likes it or not.

The best part is that Eddie can just. Contact his old team, explain the situation, and have like six guys immediately show up at his flat with as much shit as they could find to turn the spare room they filled with random crap into a bedroom so Roxy can stay. A mismatched room made of random furniture and scrap they had on hand or could get within a few days, set up just for Roxy, by the people that feel this is the absolute least they could do for her... I dunno I just think that'd be really sweet!

And also thought of Cassie fucking cramming the four Minis in her backpack when her dad isn't looking so she can make sure they're there for Roxy when she gets there. The Minis??? In the flat??? Nooooo!!! She would never do that!!! That would be kidnapping!!! She would never do that and hide them under Roxy's bed so he can't see them!!!

He's so fucking suspicious. Cassie has a surprise for Roxy and it's strictly "no dad's allowed"? Oh he's so fucking suspicious. What is she up to. What did she do. He's expecting a loud crash from that room any second now.

He only finds out what she did when Glow literally falls out of the kitchen cupboard on top of him. Scared the absolute shit out of him lmao

#meteors au #meteors roxy #meteors eddie #meteors cassie #meteors mini music men #sbjsjdi listen. it would be funny #roxy gives him the sad eyes and he can't even be fucking mad god damn it all sndjjd #long post

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I hope you're feeling better!

Sorry I just now saw your request for asks and stuff and so I'm really curious: how would you write tfa omega supreme x bummblebee? I love your writing style and thought process and so I'm curious how you would do this?

Ok, I'm gonna preface this with an apology: it's been almost 10 years since I watched TFA, and my memory of Omega Supreme is incredibly fuzzy, and I can count the number of fics I've read about him on onr hand (two. It's literally only two). I can't guarantee this will be in character or even terribly interesting, so 👉👈 please accept my apology beforehand

Having said that, if I was going to dream up an entire love story for them, the general blocking would start with the actual introduction. The discovery by Bumblebee that Omega Supreme is a sentient, sapient mecha like him, tho iirc that's not exactly aligned with canon. I seem to recall Perceptor saying that Omega Supreme was designed with an extremely processor, and Ratchet saying it was because they didn't want him to think too much about the devestation he was going to cause. So idk if he's actually incapable of complex thought, or if there was some sort of inhibitor installed to keep him compliant and unawarem regardless, there will hsve to be some precursor event that kickstarts the entire story and gets him to the point he can actually form complex connections and be capable of falling in love. That's where I'd start, dreaming up the why and how he's able to come into himself

Next block would be the initial contact--he and Bumblebee actually meeting. It's almost a mirror of the typical "large alien meets smol human" that transformers is so fond of, except the large alien is just Omega Supreme who's far too large for earth or Cybertron, and the so-called human companion is Bumblebee. There's mutual confusion and a bit of fear on either side, but they pretty quickly realize neither means the other any harm

Next block would be the arc wherein Omega discovers who he is and what it means to be a person--what smiling is, what true laughter feels like. His first time feeling sad, feeling angry, his first time experiencing everything the world has to offer. His first time seeing natural beauty in the form of a sunrise or a glowing meteor storm in space, his first time seeing the injustices and cruelty that life can so often offer. He forms his own thoughts and opinions, likes and dislikes, his own dreams and desires. He becomes himself, for the very first time, and Bumblebee is there with him through it all. Helping guide him as best he can, a faithful, consistent friendly face giving him encouragement and comfort and advice. Bee is pretty young too, but he's got infinite experience on Omega, and seeing the other go through the rawest experiences of life for the first time is a truly magical blessing.

I don't think either of them would be aware of their feelings, at first. Omega doesn't have the vocabulary to properly articulate this very specific feeling, and he doesn't have any frame of reference for what this is. Of course he's attached to Bumblebee, his first friend and constant companion since his first moments of true consciousness. The little yellow bot has shared all of his meaningful experiences with him thus far, so of course he has warm, fuzzy feelings for him. Even when he hears of what romance is for the first time, he doesn’t think that's what this is. It doesn't feel burning or desperate or needy, this feels... nice. Soft, and warm.

And Bee, he falls in love with him through each of the memories they create, so slowly and tenderly he doesn't even realize the warmth he feels toward his friend has blossomed into something much deeper. Neither of them realize it until they're threatened with separation: maybe Cybertron wants Omega Supreme back, upon realizing he's fully functioning and basically an enormous super soldier they could use to completely exterminate the decepticons. The threat of being torn apart and potentially never seeing each other again is probably the catalyst, tho it's still a delayed reaction. It makes then realize they don't ever want to be apart and being without the other seems intensely wrong, but only in the aftermath when the imminent threat has been dealt with does Bumblebee have an "oh" moment

Idk how their relationship as a whole would go after that, but gimme enough time and I could probably dream smthn up 🤔 anyway, uh, I hope you enjoyed this! Please lmk your thoughts or if there's anything you think we ought to add 💖

#omega supreme #bumblebee #i am in fact not feeling better but im getting discharged from the hospital so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#OS×BB AU

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Halle's Comet - Part Four (Tony Stark x OC)

Summary: Halle gets some alone time to process the night's events, and discovers something new about herself.

Word Count: 1,070

Warnings: Non sexual nudity

Halle made her way to the bathroom and unzipped her dress she’d locked the door and turned on the water. Moving her muscles ached, but it wasn’t quite as bad as she’d expected. A hot shower would help, no doubt. Her dress came off, falling into a puddle of ruby sparkles at her feet. She bent down to unbuckle her strappy heels and stepped over her discarded dress, leaving the shoes in the middle.

As she stepped in the shower and let the water wash over her, she tried to remember the events leading up to the fall from the observatory. It was all such a blur to her. She was looking up at the sky, calling for Tony to join her and see the shooting stars as they streaked by, and the next thing she knew, she was falling. She couldn’t even recall the sound of the crash as the meteor made impact. It was all just…blank.

She kept good on her promise and didn’t take long in the shower, though she could have stayed for hours because it felt so nice. She merely rinsed off the dirt and grime she’d collected during her fall. She was careful to avoid some of the rougher abrasions to her skin as they stung under the warm water. She toweled dry as gently as she could, but paused to look in the mirror when something caught her eye. She was glowing. Literally. She became transfixed by the subtle yellow, diamond shaped glow that pulsated slowly from in between her breasts. Had Tony and Bruce seen this?

As her thoughts began to race, so too did the pulsing light within her. It was then that Halle realized it was keeping time with her heartbeat. Had something from the comet attached itself to her? Is that why she couldn’t remember the event itself? Trying not to worry herself any more than necessary, Halle slipped into the white robe Dr. Banner had promised would be there. Then she went back to the lab.

"What were you doing up this late anyway," she overheard Tony ask Bruce as she slipped back into the room. However, the conversation was dropped when Tony caught sight of her.

"Ready for repairs," Halle half joked. Her heart wasn’t in it, but she felt the need to attempt and lighten the mood. She went back over to the makeshift exam table and shivered at the sudden cold after her nice, warm shower. Bruce tended to all her visible wounds, cleaning and bandaging them up. The few that remained hidden under her robe, he excused himself for and left them to fall under Tony's care. He may have a medical degree, but it wasn’t as if he dealt with patients everyday and somehow it felt like an invasion of Halle's privacy if he were to see her like that. Tony, on the other hand, already had.

Halle opened her robe, allowing him to clean and cover the scrape on her upper thigh, the other few injuries that had been hidden under the robe were merely bruises of varying sizes. As long as she wasn’t concerned about them, he’d just leave them to heal on their own. "We're finished, Dr. Banner," Halle said, craning her neck to look over her shoulder at him fiddling with one of his machines. At her words, she watched him visibly relax.

"Good timing. The scan just came back. It’s—" he paused for a moment, searching for the best way to describe it. "—unusual," he finished. Halle tied the bathrobe tightly before getting up to follow Tony over to Bruce's computer screen so they could see for themselves. While the scan didn’t show in color, it was clear to all three of them what the source of the lightness in the center of her chest was. Reflexively, Halle put her hand over the spot in question.

"If I had to venture a guess, I’d say it’s made out of a chemical compound consisting of mostly iron. It’s the same thing that causes comet tails to be yellowish in color. Somehow, it’s gotten into your system and has fixed itself to your heart. The oddest part is that it doesn’t seem to have left you with any adverse effects. This leads me to believe that—"

Tony cut him off with a bellowing laugh that caused both Bruce and Halle to turn to him. "Congrats, you might be the world's newest superhero."

"Actually, he’s not wrong. That could very well be the case, but only time will tell. Your injuries will heal, and as long as the compound inside of you continues not to cause you any negative side effects, then maybe it will be of use in some way. But even so, it’s entirely up to you what you want to do with whatever powers may result from this anomaly."

Halle felt her inner calm start to fray at the edges. Powers? She didn’t ask for powers. But who was to say she actually had them? Besides that glow, nothing else had initially presented itself. Her heart sped up until it was thumping at nearly double its usual speed while her mind whirred with what ifs. Her thoughts were so loud she almost couldn’t hear the sound of Tony clearing his throat. "Umm, Halle? You’re floating."

Halle's eyes shot open as the words breached her ears and sunk in. The yellow glow radiated from them like it had when she first regained consciousness and now it seemed rather undeniable that this meteor had given her some type of special abilities. Without having the time to calm herself back down properly, she nearly fell the several feet back to the floor, but she was steadied by both Tony and Bruce.

"Guess you’re going to need a name," Tony said.

"The compound is mostly iron," Bruce reminded.

Tony hadn’t forgotten and he already had a suggestion in mind. "How about Iron Maiden?"

Halle scoffed. "Oh, hell no. I’m not about to be the Robin to your Batman, Tony. If —and that’s a big if— I decide to pursue this hero thing, I want my own identity that has absolutely nothing to do with you." It took most of Tony's willpower to not physically wince at her conviction on that point. As if being tied to him was so awful she didn’t even want to contemplate it.

"How about The Comet?"

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Part Three <-

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The Horns of Retribution: Episode One (Fast Friends on a Field of Fel)

story of how Moonpie met Ryo. Primarily written by Ryo with Moonpie parts by Moonpie.

((Sound track: 70s Cop Show Music))

She’s a warrior of the Light who’s a dancer at night…

He’s a demonic detective determined to set things right…

He’s always on top of the case!

She has a Light-blessed mace!

Together they’ll fight the good fight, the only way they know how…

Action, suspense, drama, out of place long winded noir monologues, and hitings things in the face with a mace!

Moonpye and Ryo Fateshifter together they are…

‘The Horns of Retribution’!

Episode One: Fast Friends on a Field of Fel

Over the many years of my very long life I had locked horns with a lot of dizzying dames, but until the day I met my partner that phrase had never been quite so literal…

The massive rocky Infernal demons crashed upon the sand creating shockwaves not unlike the ocean waves crashing against the Broken Shore. Ryo, propelled by demonic power, Fel Rushed forward and glided through the air carried by his wings. With loud a *THUNK* he stabbed his warglaives into the stone demon’s back and siphoned away its energies. The Infernal struggled in pain as it tried to swat the attacker away, but the Demon Hunter was hanging on dear life.

The Legion had returned. The Illidari were called to the fight. We had answered as had others…

Moonpye, paladin champion of the Light, threw her shield to hit the center mass of a hulking demon charging at her. Her battle grin was fierce as her swings with her glowing mace were powerful, sweeping another demon aside. Her shield bounced back to her and she caught it in time to intercept an attack from a third fel warrior. She was at the center of a churning melee with colossal Infernals, vicious felbeasts, and warrior demons all thirsting for the blood of her and her comrades. She was loving it.

Like the waters slamming onto the sand, our tide was rising. The forces of the Legion were being routed and run off inch by bloody inch. I was elated. This was the sort of fight I lived for. I know it isn’t healthy… but sometimes the only way to feel alive is to be on the precipice of death. To be in the heat of battle knowing your one mistake away from death. Of course, that notion fades quickly when the mistake actually happens…

The Infernal finally went inert and fell to pieces as Ryo sucked out the last of its demonic energies devouring its corrupted soul. The telltale shrieking whistle pulled his gaze upward where he spotted a fresh wave of meteoric monsters incoming. On pure instinct with but a heartbeat to spare, he Fel Rushed blindly to the left to avoid being crushed. It was at that same moment Moonpye was standing up from having delivered a coup de grace. There was a clattering of horns and the two suddenly found themselves joined at the side facing opposite directions. “What the…?” Ryo called out as he reflexively tried to pull himself free.

“Ahhh! Oh for the love of the Naaru. You have to be joking!” cried Moonpye as she was almost jerked off her feet by the pull of the demon hunter on her head. “How does this fuckin’ happen?!” She began to twist and jerk her body to untangle herself but their uncoordinated efforts just made things worse. It was also very distracting, a dangerous thing in the middle of battle.

The battle was still raging on all around us. Demons of the Burning Legion… as you can probably imagine, were not exactly the polite sort that would wait for two of Azeroth's defenders to resolve their tangle so the fight could be continued properly.

“Imp on your left!” Ryo called out then took a quick step backwards so his temporally tangled teammate could defend herself. It was a struggle to move around. Ryo was taller than his partner so in order for her to stand up straight he had to be at an odd angle.

With the reflexes of a warrior used to fighting in groups, she responded without having to look, lifting her shield to meet the bouncing maniacal demon. As the creature rebounded stunned, she swung her heavy weapon with the other hand. It moved in an upward arch to catch the creature on the chin and nearly take its whole head off with the power of the blow. “Thank you! Now how do we get out of this ridiculous lock? This isn’t how I typically dance, and it's a bit early for the victory party anyway.” Her words carried a sense of humor despite the incongruous circumstances.

“Yeah hold… okay maybe if we--” Ryo fell silent as his eyes shot wide open.

I spotted a caster readying a spell to fling at us. I couldn’t hope to move out of the way in time while dragging a fully armored Draenei by the horns. I threw one of my warglaives, but with my awkward positioning I missed, and my weapon went sailing past. I quickly activated the ‘Mago-magnetic-weapon-retrinator’, a nifty bit of magitech supplied by my gadgeteer brother Zen, and pulled the flying warglaive back to me. It hit the warlock in the back sinking deep enough to pierce his heart, ending him and causing his deadly spell to fizzle away. He slumped forward allowing the glaive to pull free and return to my waiting grasp.

“Nice one!” the blue skinned woman cheered appreciatively as she caught the action in her peripheral vision. She held her smile as she tried to scan the field for the next threat without moving her head and pulling them both off balance. There were a few fel fighters within sight but the battle was nearing it’s close, her side’s forces the clear victors. She took a deep breath then froze as she heard the crunch of heavy footsteps coming near from off to her free side. “Something’s coming, do you see it? Get ready.”

Ryo glanced about using his Spectral Sight to scan for demonic energies, he spotted several auras, but none with that tell tale Fel green. “Whatever it is, isn’t demonic, I think we’re safe for the moment.”

Once we were out of immediate danger, Moonpye and I set to the task of dis-entangling ourselves.

“Okay, lean forward a bit and try turning your head to the left.” I felt a stab of pain as her horn jabbed into my neck. “Ow ow ow! Other way! I meant my left, so your right!”

“Ah! Ow! For fuck’s sake this can’t be real. Thank the Light none of my compatriots are here to see this. But damn if I didn't wish I had a clear view of this comedy.” She laughed at the absurdity. “OK let’s try maybe moving this way…” she spoke as she moved. She contorted herself with surprising flexibility for an obviously strong and heavily armored woman. It however did not help their situation and she jabbed him with her long horns yet again and managed to wrap her hair around his for good measure. “Fuuuuck!” she said exasperated.

Ryo let out a sigh and ceased the struggle letting out a few choice words of his own in demonic. “I don’t think we can fix this ourselves.”

Thankfully help soon arrived.

Moonpye sighed as she leaned her weight against the larger fighter. She closed her eyes with a sigh then shot them open as she heard footsteps again. She saw an odd figure and blinked her eyes rapidly to make sure she didn't have something in them clouding her vision. “Nope that’s real,” she muttered to herself. “Hey buddy, there appears to be a lion or a tiger wearing goggles coming towards us. He with you?”

“Ryo, when I suggested we find some pretty ladies to hook up with… this was not what I meant.” The demon hunter sighed as he recognized the voice of his ever-so-snarky brother, Zen Fateshifter the Feral Druid Engineer. “Yeah… he’s with me.”

Yes, he literally has ‘Zen Fateshifter, Feral Druid Engineer’ on his business card. He’s pretty much what you would expect from a bombing throwing madman that spends a not inconsiderate part of his day being a cat.

Moonpye snorted out a laugh. “Yeah you both wish you could pull a hottie like me. I must be tired… of course it's a druid. What’s your name, Fuzzy? And for that matter, what is your name Mr. Big-Fella-Attached-to-Me?” There was still plenty of humor in her voice. “My name is Celeste, but please call me Moonpye.”

“Ryo Fateshifter. And you’ll have to forgive my brother, he thinks he is a ‘cat-median’. Now get over here and help us, Zen!”

With some help from Zen and a bit of horn filling we were finally freed and for the first time I actually got to see Moonpye in full. To my brother's credit he did get one thing right… that dancing draenei dame looked like a tall cool glass of water to a man lost in the desert, especially when she had a shield.

Ryo smiled to Moonpye “Gotta say you I’m impressed how well you fight even while trying to win an impromptu three legged race.”

“What can I say? Adapt or die, right? You did quite well, yourself. I appreciate you watching my back as it were.” She snorted a laugh again. “In fact, let’s catch a pint after this is finished getting mopped up. First round is on me. Let’s get to know one another.”

And that as they say, was the beginning of a beautiful partnership.

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softmafia · 2 years

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𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬

Warnings: fem y/n, y/n has long hair, nsfw, breeding/impregnation kink, drool, face slapping, hair pulling, squirting, finger sucking, cream pies Hisoka using his bungee gum in a sexual situation

A/n: Just a silly little thought. But I am so sorry for the lack of work😭I’ve been extremely busy and haven’t had enough time to get things done.. this was already half finished so I just decided to finish it right now, lol.

Y/n’s brows furrowed as she crawled through one of the open cracks of the stone brick walls. She brushed her hand over another piece of rubble, feeling the rocky surface on her finger tips, then rubbing the dust that collected on her hand between her fingers. She looked around the abandoned cathedral, the moonlight from the colorful glass panes shone through and would’ve blinded her if the sun was out.

Y/n had never been to church before, or any church for that matter, her family was far from religious and she had her own set of questionable morals; it didn’t interest her or fit with her lifestyle. And that made her wonder why a group of bandits like the Phantom Troupe would choose to hide here.. maybe this hideout was less predictable?

It was dark, but Y/n continued to explore, letting her eyes adjust as she moved along, her shoes making echoes with each step she took. The cold air painted faint goosebumps on her skin, but she didn’t shiver; she was used to the cold and found it a comfort at this point, the cold temperatures made her body feel clean. Y/n then stood in place, looking around to further examine her surroundings, rubble.. cobwebs, dirt. This couldn’t be the Phantom Troupe’s lair, could it? It was believable, considering their origin from Meteor City, a city literally forged from garbage. Y/n scoffed and hung her head low, looking at the ground, and at the numerous bruises and hickeys that collected on her legs. Hickeys from—

“I told you not to come here, Y/n~” the chilling, charismatic voice made her stand in alert, she growled and pulled her gun from her holster and aimed it in the perpetrator’s direction, the red haired man only chuckled and stepped forward, “Looking for me, I presume~?” He smirked, he was only getting closer, until the muzzle of her firearm pressed firmly against his chest. Hisoka wasn’t afraid to die, and would be ecstatic to die by her hand— or gun; but they both knew she would never kill him. Maybe she would beat him and injure him beyond recognition, but never kill him.. she loved him, maybe a little too much.

Y/n lowered her gun, but still held it to her side, she looked Hisoka up and down as he reached his hand out to swipe away a strand of hair that fell over her face, “I’m curious as to how you found me..~” he said, whispering to her in that soft tone he always used with this woman, “Is this something I should inform my boss about~?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of his own words, but his chuckle soon faded as he got lost in Y/n’s beauty, her features were illuminated by the moonlight shining through the cracks in the wall, painting her skin and making it glow.

Hisoka couldn’t help but let out a shaky, aroused sigh under his breath; his girl was truly beautiful as she was powerful. Although most would consider her “unattractive”, Hisoka was drawn in by her unique beauty.

If he was the only man who could ever see that then so be it; she was his girl anyway, it didn’t matter what anyone would think.

Y/n blinked, her big, mysterious doe eyes scanned his face, flickering over every feature. Hisoka was truly a Greek sculpture come to life.. the cathedral setting seemed fitting for a man of his physique and appearance. Hisoka was godly, chiseled to perfection that he looked almost too handsome to be human.. well, to Y/n at least; other people would just run away from him in fright. But they didn’t know Hisoka like she did.

She shuffled closer, her belly against his, she felt his abs on her soft skin, even though his shirt; the muscles seemed to squeeze against those tight fitting bands around his waist. Y/n angled her head, chin pointing down, but eyes up at him; that innocent little look that metaphorically brought him to his knees. “I.. may or may not have followed you..” she mumbled, and scoffed as she looked to the side, “You said you’d be home 20 minutes ago.” Hisoka sighed and pressed to fingers to her jaw, turning her head so she met his gaze again, “I apologize darling..” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her lips, peppering kisses all over her, “The mission took longer than expected, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Y/n closed her eyes, puffing her cheeks out and trying not to give into the butterflies that fluttered inside her whenever Hisoka kissed her. She grumbled when she heard the man laugh after he pulled away, “Aww~ that cute face~” he pinched her cheek.

“Hmm~ well it appears you’re in luck darling~” Hisoka continued, “All of the spiders had left, I was just about to leave myself so-..” Hisoka quickly remembered a thought he had during one of his moments of lust, he stared off, skimming through his thoughts curiously. Y/n tilted her head in confusion as she watched him think.

“Actually..” he smiled at her, his eyes were cunning and malicious. Y/n slightly cowered under the larger man, her hands stiffly at her sides. Hisoka stepped forward, making Y/n step back until he successfully had her against the wall, “I want to ravage you, right here~” he whispered, his wine scented breath hit the cold skin of her face and made her shiver at his words. She chewed on her lower lip, her face got redder as he continued to stare into her with lust in his eyes. Hisoka adored how submissive he could make this girl. Y/n was ruthless, unafraid and unhinged.. but around him she became soft and feminine, so delicate under his touch; he truly had tamed a beast. It was a sort of a trade off, they both got to see sides of each other no one else got to see in return for love and complete devotion.

Hisoka was dead set on wanting to destroy Y/n in the troupe’s lair, he craved the feeling. Just the idea of having sex with his girlfriend in the hideout of a party he wasn’t even a real member of, just seemed so— erotic. “Yes~ that’s exactly what I’ll do~” Hisoka smirked, becoming more aroused when he heard the faint gasp escape Y/n’s lips at his sudden words. “H-Hiski..” She whimpered as Hisoka flipped her around, face to the wall with his arm around her chest. His strong arm kept her firmly pressed to him, while his other arm balanced himself on the wall and kept him steady.

“Yes~ tell me what you want, little one~”

“I wanna be fucked here, your cock in my cunt.” She held his forearm, her hard nipples brushed against him through her shirt; what an amazing day to not wear a bra. Y/n felt his bicep tense against her shoulder as another wave of arousal rippled through his muscled body.

“So, so vulgar~” Hisoka chuckled as Y/n craned her head back, looking up at him above her; although he was a bit upside down in her view, “Such a dirty mouth for a girl~” he smacked the side of her face with his hand before placing it back on the wall. Hisoka then slid his other hand up her body, she whimpered when his palm barely grazed one of her nipples, he moved his hand up her neck until he could insert two of his fingers into her mouth; to which she happily accepted. “Put that mouth to better use~”

Y/n looked at him with pleading eyes as she sucked his fingers, swirling her tongue around his index and middle as the boner pressed against her perky butt grew harder. “Ah.. yes, Y/n~” his golden eyes fixated on her e/c ones, “Ooh~ if you keep looking at me like that I might hurt your little pussy~” he chuckled.

They took a while to remove Y/n’s clothes, she slipped her tank top over her head and dropped it to the floor, and Hisoka roughly yanked her shorts below her ankles until she kicked them off. “Ah~ No panties today~?” He teased, giving her but a firm smack just to watch her squirm. “You told me it would be hot if I didn’t wear them.. or something..” she mumbled nervously and tilted her hip to the side, pretending as if she wasn’t a blushing mess right now.

Hisoka hastily unzipped his trousers, getting his hard cock out and ready to bully his girlfriend with it, “Ah~? I did say that didn’t I~? I’m glad you listen to me for once~” in a matter of seconds, his arm was around her chest again; only tighter this time as his other hand came to her mouth, four fingers squeezed past her lips. Y/n couldn’t help but gag; then let out a muffled cry as Hisoka inserted his penis all the way inside of her. “That’s my girl~” he growled in deep pleasure while he relished in the feeling of Y/n’s walls constricting around him; her body yet again trying to reject his large shaft, it was too much for her tight pussy; but she was well trained, Y/n could take his cock.

Hisoka steadied himself, hand on the wall once again; leaving Y/n’s mouth open and empty, and his wet fingers painting her saliva on the stone wall. He began to thrust, rapidly plowing into her and brutalizing her pussy, “Yes~ you can take it baby~” he licked his canines hungrily, “Push your hips back, baby~ push back on me~” he commanded. Y/n giggled between all of the sounds she was making, she moved her hips into Hisoka’s pelvis in a way that always drove him insane. The man always had an infatuation with her hips; the natural sway to them as she walked, or just her stance, where she would casually switch from leaning on one leg to the other; her hips accentuated; Hisoka found her body so erotic.

“H-Hiski.. I can’t keep my legs up.. I-it’s..” she groaned, trying to find the right words to say as her legs nearly buckled under the pleasure. Hisoka shushed her, soft grunts and grumbles escaped his lips as he turned his aura on, “Oh baby~ I got you, don’t worry your-..” he leaned his head back and groaned, “-Don’t worry your pretty little head~”

Y/n’s body suddenly felt constricted from the neck down, something sticky yet stretchy all over her. Squirming did no good, she was stuck in place by Hisoka’s bungee gum, he’s literally mounted her in place, fucking her while encasing her body with his nen; she truly belonged to him. “Yes~ you can’t run from me now~” he laughed, he took his hand off the wall to grab Y/n’s hair, wrapping it around his knuckles to give him some kind of handle for him to firmly keep her head back.

His muscles tensing as he continued at this brutal pace; he could feel Y/n clenching— she was close, “You’re going to cum~? Good girl~” he moaned at the thought of his next words, “Oh baby.. I want to get you pregnant here~” he grunted, which made Y/n gasp and whimper; a shameful kind of arousal fluttered in her abdomen, as if her body was delighted at the thought of carrying Hisoka’s offspring, “I’ll take the lives of these spiders~ and I’ll put a new one into you just out of spite, right here in their lair~”

Y/n’s mind was hazy, the proposal was so shameful but her body was swimming with arousal, begging to breed and bear Hisoka’s seed. “H-Hiso..” she panted, wanting to reach her arm up to grab Hisoka’s free hand on the wall, she wanted his fingers in her mouth so bad, wanting to suck on his digits while he impregnated her, “F-Fingers..” was all she could say; moans and whimpers spilled from her mouth, and combined with her hazy mind she couldn’t seem to form a sentence.

“Ah~? You want my fingers again~?” He moved his other hand up her chest again, then let her suck on his fingers to her heart’s content, “I don’t want you sucking on the grime from this filthy wall, dear~” he grumbled; Y/n mentally rolled her eyes, only Hisoka could complain about a grimy, filthy wall while pounding her out.

A familiar tingle in her abdomen that trickled down to her clit made Y/n squeal onto Hisoka’s fingers. Hisoka chuckled, his voice deep with lust as he felt Y/n clench down on him in that familiar little pattern; “Cum, right now~” he growled out another command to her. Y/n happily followed him, she bit down on his fingers as her cunt spasmed, releasing all of her juices onto his cock and balls, “Mmmmmmh~!” Was all she could cry out. Hisoka took his hand off of the wall and wrapped it around Y/n, his strong, muscular arms squeezed around her as his thrusts went faster; and faster, “I’m cumming in you, Y/n, babygirl~” he growled as the stream of his thick liquid squirted into her, “Can you feel it~? I’m gonna bring you here everyday after hours and fill you with seed until you give me a child~” he growled in her ear; ohh he just couldn’t wait, he couldn’t wait to see his woman; full and swollen with his children that he made out of spite.

Their children will definitely be strong, but Hisoka prays that they won’t inherit Y/n’s foolish nature.

“Ack!!” Y/n coughed when Hisoka popped his fingers out of her mouth, she was breathing heavily, her entire body shook once Hisoka let her out of his bungee casing, “Oh fuck..” I’m so fucking full.. the one thing that immediately came to her mind after she came down from her high. Hisoka’s thick cock plugged her pussy, keeping his equally thick load trapped inside; making sure her womb took all of it. Y/n whined and held his forearms, trying to climb or at least wiggle out of his iron grip, “Why are you holding me so tight?! You’re acting like I’m gonna fly away or something.”

Hisoka laughed into her shoulder, his voice was still deep with lust, “Mm~ I just love holding you like this~ trapping you in my arms~” he whispered, kissing her jawline, behind her ear, then the nape of her neck. “You came so much.” She whined, then fell slack in Hisoka’s arms, seeing that escape was futile when it came to him.. “Aww~ too much for you~?” Hisoka teased, poking her full abdomen to punctuate his words. Y/n squealed and squirmed again, “Ahh!!!”

Hisoka laughed and slowly pulled his cock out, bending Y/n over one of the tables; although he made sure to keep her hovering, holding her by her hair so his girlfriend’s precious body wasn’t dirtied with the dust of that old table.. his cum poured out of her pussy; slightly agape due to the intense copulating that happened seconds ago.. “You just wanted to cream pie me huh~” Y/n joked, wiggling her hips as more cum just drooled out of her.

Hisoka raised a brow and pulled Y/n up straight again as he went to pick up her clothes, “Is that what they call it~?”

Y/n lifted her arms for Hisoka to slip her top back over her head and onto her body, then she worked on pulling her shorts back on, “Yeah. That’s what I’m saying— we should really watch porn together.”

After she was dressed, her gun holster adjusted, Hisoka wrapped his arms around her waist, “Mmh~ I don’t have interest in things like that darling~ nothing can compare to what you give me~” he growled in her ear. Y/n blushed, then planted her face in his chest, she was trying to hide it; but Hisoka could definitely feel the heat radiating from her little face, “I’m hungry.” She mumbled.

Hisoka had gotten her a burger and fries on the way back home, after she ate they took a bath together.

Now laying in bed, Hisoka smiles at the sleeping girl curled up at his side, his finger twirled through strands of her hair before dragging it down to gently caress her cheek with his knuckle. Y/n was truly precious, whether she was in his arms; or out running wild and free, he truly adored every inch of her. Memories of her smile, laugh, terrible jokes he would always laugh at. He couldn’t explain his own feelings; he was sure they were just trusting each other in return for love they never received before.. it was just a trade off, but his heart clenched whenever he thought of her. Hisoka yearned for her when she was away and couldn’t bear to keep his hands off of her when she was around.

Hisoka knew what he was feeling, but he didn’t want to look into it; because one lingering fear nestled in the back of his mind.

What if she didn’t feel the same?

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okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv penny #stardew valley headcanons

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Demigod MC Series: Nyx

Nyx is a primordial goddess and the Greek personification of Night - the mother of Hypnos, Thanatos, Nemesis, and many more. She's a mysterious figure in their mythos as there's little surviving info about her cult. What is known, however, is that she was portrayed as beautiful, powerful, and feared by Zeus himself.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Lucifer

What happens when you take a being born from the darkness and place them in a realm of eternal night…?

The answer came when the MC first stepped out of the portal. Everyone in the room was wholly expecting a normal-looking, confused human they could get up to speed, however…

The MC's skin suddenly darkened until it was as black as a shadow, their clothes levitated around them as if they were defying gravity, and glimmering speckles dotted their skin like twinkling stars.

Even their eyes turned a pure, glowing white without irises or pupils… Like two crowning stars locked into a body made from the shimmering night sky...

They weren't human. At the time, Lucifer wasn't even sure he could say what they were... Breathtaking, certainly, but there was something else about them that he couldn't place… something… foreboding...

Diavolo must have had the same unease because Barbatos was put in charge of monitoring them. The butler would send reports to them both and the results would range from benign to nerve-racking...

They kept their distance from his brothers and most people, but their power seemed immense... Barbs would report seeing them making small items float or summoning a meteor shower from their fingertips!

Lucifer ended up actually tasting their powers only once. When they stepped in to protect Beel and Luke and he went to attack them…

The whole House began to shake and the candles of the tomb started going out one by one as the air grew intolerably heavy... He could have sworn he saw a vortex of… something... swirling at their feet...

He backed off immediately and Beel and Luke got off with a warning, mostly because he was trying not to look utterly petrified...

He's never met a more beautiful and dangerous creature in his life… Pact mark or no, this is probably the only person the firstborn will admit he never wants to have to fight because he'd lose, big time.

Mammon

He was expecting to find a human when he walked into the Student Council room, not an alien!!

Mammon was seriously scared of the MC when they first met because he legitimately believed they were an extraterrestrial sent to probe him!!... Or whatever else those scary movies say aliens do, lay eggs in his stomach?

He straight up avoided them like the plague until the Goldie incident more or less bound them together. But even then there was a distance between them he just couldn't place…

Naturally, it bothers a demon a bit if their master doesn't seem to like them, so he eventually cornered them one day to force them to tell him why they'd been running off!

As it turned out, the MC actually knew as little about their new form everybody else! They had been perfectly normal in the human world, but for some reason the Devildom supercharged them! They could tell that they were powerful, but had no idea how to control themselves yet and it scared them...

So Mammon became their first unofficial "coach." Not that he knew how to train them or anything, but he was the first person supportive enough to even try to help them learn their new powers.

It led to some… interesting misadventures. Like when the MC unexpectedly burst every water pipe in the House or when they got a little too frustrated and ripped the kitchen apart with an accidental twister, but hey, Mammon was always there for them at least.

Of course, because he's who he is, he's not above asking the MC to help him with his schemes for "training purposes…" Infiltration is more fun if you're weightless, after all!

Speaking of weightless… His favorite way to float is when the MC gets excited and hugs him. They can't help but levitate them both off the ground when they're that happy and it makes the whole hug that much sweeter.

Leviathan

It's… it's like he's in his very own Magical Girl anime!!! Uh, "I'm a Demon and this is My New Life with a Magic Starchild!!"-or something like that. 🤷‍♀️

He didn't even think their transformation was real when he first saw it! He really thought it was an elaborate body art cosplay but then their "freckles" rearranged themselves when he frightened them, so it had to be real!!

He'll declare that they're probably (literally) the coolest thing on the planet. They have the looks of an epic fantasy character plus insane powers to boot!

…though uh… they may need a training arc or two to learn how to control them… 😅

Since their powers are apparently tied to their emotions, Levi's seen them do a whole bunch of stuff that's not entirely on purpose... Like, they can make things float when they're happy and push everything down when they're sad.

So once he showed them one of those "tragic ending" animes for fun, but they cried so hard that they increased gravity and accidentally sent his bathtub crashing into the basement…

The worst of it is when they're mad, though. He made the mistake of making them play a rage game once and they ended up shattering all the glass in his room! His aquarium wall and Henry's fishtank included!!

They were able to make a zero G sphere of water in order to save Henry's life, but the cleanup was brutal… They were super sorry, but Levi took most of the blame himself anyway.

Honestly, he'd have been more mad but their body is clearly not something they can control just yet. Plus, it's so cool that he can put up with a little destruction anyway, you know?

Satan

Well, isn't that an interesting phenomenon?

Meeting a demigod is exciting enough, but one who reacted to the Devildom like that? It was pretty much unheard of!

Though he'd hate to admit it, Satan stalked the MC just as closely as Barbatos for a little while... But only because he was a little unsure of how to approach them…

They kept to themselves and their powers seemed "a little" unpredictable (see Levi's orphaned bathtub). Thankfully, Mammon ended up recommending the MC to him since Satan's one of the smartest guys around.

Satan made a better coach than Mammon, anyway. He was far more knowledgeable and actually able to hypothesize the strength their powers, which came in handy because uh… well…

Look. The whole realm 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs' over their appearance but they're all fools - no morons - for not noticing what potential the MC actually has. Satan was positive that the MC is the most powerful being in the Devildom, without question.

They had a complete control over gravity, atmospheric pressure, and even astronomical bodies… If they wanted to, they could literally pluck a planet out of orbit and send it careening into who knows what!

Want more terrifying? They could create near-matterless vacuums at the palms of their hands with the potential to suffocate, crush, or rip apart basically anything they wanted with implosive force….

Does he even need to spell out why that's utterly horrifying??

At least the MC seemed to be a genuinely nice person who wanted to control their powers better… Their emotions often got in the way but they tried their best.

He likes the MC a lot, but he'd be lying if he said that they didn’t also terrify him… They may have been pretty normal in the human world, but give them endless night and they may as well be a god...

Asmodeus

Oh… My… Father!!! They're GORGEOUS!!!!

From the moment their transformation completed, Asmo had never seen anything like them! He said that they were like a living droplet of the night sky!

They were magnificent!! They were radiant!!! He was posting pictures of them before they had even said their first sentence!!

So Asmo was pretty much patient zero for any and all rumors and hype about the MC after that... Apparently someone like them only visits the Devildom every one, maybe two, centuries so everybody was bound to get talking.

Thankfully, the MC's habit of ducking out of the House kept them from becoming a full on sideshow. Unfortunately, however, Asmodeus was relentless!

He'd beg them to try modeling or make videos with him because of their unique look! He'd lay on the praises, but it was a little... much. It wasn't until Mammon finally stepped that he backed off a bit.

Asmo sometimes forgets that not everyone puts as much emphasis on looks as he does... Though he meant well, he hadn't realized that the MC maybe wouldn't appreciate him making such a big deal out of their appearance change. Pretty as it was, it was still involuntary to them...

Of course, after they told him this he cooled off and stopped putting them out there so publicly but even still he could hardly keep his eyes off of them... unless he was looking in a mirror, of course. 😘

A fun fact about the MC: when they blush, their skin makes a pink nebula. And thanks to his antics, Asmo has seen their lively pink cheeks many, many times… 🤭

Beelzebub

Belphie would like them, wouldn't he...?

Beel's first reaction upon seeing the MC was genuine sadness, as seeing the stars with his twin brother still gone often brought him…

The sadness didn't last too long at least because Beel tried his best to see the MC more like a person than a work of art or an oddity. Sure, they looked different - like really different - but they still laughed, cried, and ate like everybody else so they couldn't be that different.

Though then again, most people don't end up floating in midair when they laugh… Eh, oh well. It's not like those little details bother him. 🤷‍♀️

He always remained certain that Belphie would like the MC so he told them a lot about him. Since his twin loved stargazing, it'd only be natural that he'd like someone who looked like the stars, right?

Aside from the occasional tangent about his brother, Beel would also help the MC with their training by letting them help him with his training!

Controlling gravity can be pretty nifty for strength/resistance exercises, so there would be days where Beel would just pull a Dragon Ball and walk around at 1.5 or 2 times Earth's gravity thanks to having the MC on his back!

Sure, lifting a glass of milk becane so difficult that he literally broke a sweat from trying, but he felt like he can juggle motorcycles afterwards so who's complaining? Not him!

Belphegor

……

………….

Was it some kind of joke?

The MC was not human. There was no way in heaven or hell that whatever he lured to the attic was supposed to be a human!!

Really, everything about the MC and their situation seemed directly designed to throw a monkey wrench into his plans...

One: They weren't human so how was he supposed to ruin Diavolo's dream? Two: They were clearly some kind of magical being so they could likely defend themselves…

But third ans most embarrassing of all... he honestly, genuinely, has never seen a more amazing person in his life. Blame it on his soft spot for the stars, but the moment the MC step up to his prison bars, he was smitten...

And. He. HATED IT!

Look, as much as he loved the night sky, he wasn't about to let some random non-human derail his anger! He was stronger than that!

He managed to hold onto his bitterness just long enough to make a halfhearted attempt on their life after they got the door open, but uh…

His brothers found Belphie when he fell through a newly-made hole in the ceiling... Said hole was made when his body slammed to the ground hard enough to crash through the attic floor... 😣

If the damage they caused wasn't enough to change his mind (which it was), then their distress when they thought they might have hurt him certainly did. Even their tears looked like stardust...

After far too long, Belphie got over his denial and began to properly love MC. If he liked stargazing before, he adored it now because he never even has to get out of bed! He can just roll over and follow the "stars" on the MC's body!

Unfortunately, that same love means it also takes a lot to ditch him if they get sick of being his personal night's sky… The brothers have found him floated up and sleeping on the ceiling on numerous occasions so the mortal can get some fresh air (clever MC)...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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pluckyredhead · 2 years

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Please Care About Aquaman With Me: The Nineties, Part 2

CW: Sexual assault and suicide are mentioned but not depicted.

Welcome back to Atlantis! Last time, Arthur lost a hand, replaced it with a harpoon, and discovered his illegitimate son Koryak. Now he has returned to Poseidonis to find it in upheaval, with the king dead and the city destroyed by seaquakes. Koryak has stepped into the power vacuum and volunteered to lead the Poseidonians to somewhere more stable, while Arthur thinks they should rebuild:

Everyone follows Koryak...except for Dolphin, who stays behind with Arthur for horny reasons. They bang. It’s...look, let’s just say romance has never been Peter David’s strong suit and leave it at that, okay?

The mood is sort of spoiled when Mera shows up out of nowhere. She and Dolphin immediately have an extremely tiresome catfight - like, they’re literally pulling each other’s hair, it’s exhausting and sexist as hell.

What the fuck. (Also please note that Mera is being positioned as a crazy bitch for...*checks notes*...being sad that her son died. All right.)

But wait! It gets worse!

Mera seems very confused about how much time has elapsed and the state of her marriage to Arthur, and when Arthur presses her on this confusion, she suddenly screams in horror and pain and flees. Arthur and Dolphin follow her into the Abyss, a deep pit outside of Atlantis, and then through a portal into another dimension called the Netherworld, where we learn that ever since Mera left Arthur, she’s been imprisoned by a villain called Thanatos.

Thanatos has fucked with Mera’s mind, hence her off-and-on thinking Arthur is her enemy, although she’s clear-headed now. Oh, and that little boy? That’s her son AJ, who she explains was born nine months after she arrived in the Netherworld, meaning he could have been conceived the last time she and Arthur slept together...or his father could be Thanatos, who Mera thought was Arthur during her early days in the Netherworld. (AJ is physically 12 because time passes differently in the Netherworld.)

If you’re playing along at home, yes, that means that Mera was raped by Thanatos. The comic doesn’t acknowledge it as such - Mera delivers the information like it’s a mildly embarrassing story - but it will be referenced as Mera’s “infidelity” a couple times in the future, so, you know. Burn it all down.

Arthur’s immortal sorcerer father, Atlan, makes contact with him for the first time and frees all four of them from the Netherworld. (Also Thanatos had an accident and died, it’s not important.) But AJ is a creature of the Netherworld and is rapidly aging to death outside of it, so Mera apologizes to Arthur for everything and takes AJ back to the Netherworld to care for him.

Meanwhile, the ongoing seaquakes reveal that...Poseidonis is basically a zit on the giant submerged skull meteor that originally sank Atlantis???

This is hilariously dumb.

Arthur decides he needs to reunite the lost cities of Atlantis and I super don’t care about any of it so I’m skimming. The most important thing is that one of the cities has been taken over by Ocean Master, who captures Arthur and Dolphin, who are then rescued by...SEXY GLOW-UP GARTH:

Yeah, so Garth wandered off like ten issues ago and has apparently been hanging out in another dimension with Atlan learning sorcery and is now going by Tempest. This is covered in detail in the Tempest miniseries which I highly recommend because he’s naked a LOT in it:

Dolphin is surprised and impressed by the new Garth. Also, Atlan finally shows up in the flesh:

Arthur immediately punches him in the face. Koryak really is his father’s son!

Oh, and speaking of Koryak, Atlan warns Arthur that his son has gotten into hot water. See, Koryak decided to lead the Poseidonians to Tritonis, the merpeople city, and once they got there, proceeded to be a huge asshole to the Tritonians, straining the city’s resources and overriding their sacred traditions. (Depicting an indigenous man essentially behaving like an aggressive colonizer is...not a great look, Peter David.) He insists on opening the ancient tunnels that once connected the various cities, despite King Iqula’s protests, and in doing so frees his monstrous ancestor, Kordax, who immediately takes mental control of him:

While in Kordax’s thrall, the Poseidonians terrorize and mutilate the Tritonians until Arthur, Garth, and Dolphin show up. Kordax proposes a showdown between his “protege,” Koryak, and Arthur’s, Garth. “So that’s your son, huh, Arthur?” Garth says. “I can take him.”

I’M SORRY, KORY, I LOVE YOU THE MOST BUT I LAUGHED SO HARD. This timing is impeccable.

Somehow an alien invasion also starts happening at this point? Look, there’s a lot going on and I don’t care about any of it except Garth and Koryak having a slap fight in the White House:

Although I probably should note that various other aquatic and Atlantean-related characters are pulled in to fight the aliens/Kordax, leading to the introduction of a new character:

This is Debbie Perkins, a.k.a. Deep Blue (though later she starts going by Indigo). She is the daughter (maybe) of the incredibly obscure aquatic characters Neptune Perkins and Tsunami, and has the extremely bizarre ability to...make ocean life gigantic and then control it? So, like, she can’t control a school of fish like Arthur can, but she can make one fish the size of a house and then control it. Anyway she'll be sticking around as a pretty minor supporting character for a while.

Meanwhile, it turns out that Koryak isn’t the only person in Arthur’s life being controlled by Kordax:

Whoops.

Dolphin resists, Kordax nearly kills her, and Arthur, enraged, turns his mental control of aquatic creatures on Kordax. Kordax, horrified at the possibility that he might be overpowered, kills himself. So...that happens?

Also the aliens are defeated, whatever. Which means it’s all over but the crying. Literally:

I love this moment. It’s a rare instance of vulnerability and regret from Koryak, who is usually too busy being a sullen hothead for either of those things - but even in the midst of it he’s still deeply selfish and immature, considering that Dolphin was in Kordax’s thrall for far longer. I don’t know why I find Koryak’s terrible decisions and personality flaws so delightful but I do. My terrible underwater blorbo. (He’s also very much like his father in that if he’s hurting, his pain suddenly becomes the only pain in the world and he is completely incapable of conceiving that other people might also be hurting - see Arthur’s lack of support for Mera after Aquababy’s death. The difference is that Koryak is like 20 and will probably grow out of it, and Arthur, as we’ll see, is clearly going to be selfish forever.)

And with that, I think I will pause for now. Next up: ARTHUR DIES! I think. I haven’t read ahead yet.

#aquaman #arthur curry #garth #aqualad #tempest #mera #dolphin #koryak #aquasplaining

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whitherliliesbloom · 3 years

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when the light blinds

[ ffxivwrite2021 ] ★ [ masterlist ] ★ [ prompt #17 - destruct ]

[ alphinaud/wol ] ★ [ 1,270 words ] ★ [ major shb spoilers ]

destruct- the process of destroying something

when the light in her shines so brightly that the stars in her eyes have been blinded completely, alphinaud feared that he’d forever lose that which served as his beacon of hope during his darkest moments

“Alphinaud... Alphinaud...” Her voice sounds paper thin - still soft and light like air but lacking in the melodic chime that always reminded him of songbirds. Silence hangs in the air, palpable and dripping with dread, and the girl in her arms lets out a throaty whimper.

Though he feared that she would hear the sorrow in his voice if he spoke, intuitive and so attentive of his state of mind more than she even cared for her own as she typically is... He forces himself to part his chapped, painfully pale lips.

“It’s alright, you’ll be alright.” His vocal chords tremble as he murmurs out words of reassurances in her ear. He knows those words were more for himself than her. “We’re almost there, Illya.”

Illya doesn’t respond, merely rolls her head to rest against his shoulders as she lets out yet another pained whine.

The sickeningly bright glow of her long starspun hair is whispy and light, tickling his finger yet also unpleasantly noticeable in his peripheral vision. As he carried her through the long ascending corridors of the Pendants, internally cursing the distance away he had to trek to get to her suite, Alphinaud forces himself to not look at the woman in his arms - terrified beyond words that bile would rise up his gullet once more if he were to see the extent of her light poisoning.

Already bright hair or woven starlight now blinding and uncomfortably radiant... her fair complexion a sickly pale, with any and all color draining from her face as she had fallen to the ground.

And above all else, her eyes... Thaliak take him, he could not bear to look into her eyes.

When he’d finally reached the suite on the top floor of the Pendants, he unceremoniously kicks the door behind him with a loud bang before making a beeline for the bed, where he gently places the girl down.

“There. You can rest now, Illya.” his hand reverently strokes her hair, biting back his urge to shed tears as he watches strands of pure, irradiant light slip through the gaps of his fingers. He doesn’t brush her bangs away from her eyes like he normally does.

Again, the woman fails to respond, Alphinaud doesn’t expect her to, though she pushes back against him when he attempts to hold her by the shoulders and guide her to lay back on the mattress.

“Don’t worry, Illya.” He says, knowing his own hypocrisy. “We’ll find a way to fix this. The others have already split up to search for a cure. And Ryne was able to stop the light from spreading any further for the moment. You just have to focus on resting until we do, alright?”

He thought her too delirious too understand or even respond, but the young man frowns when she begins shaking her head lethargically.

“If...If I had just been stronger....” Past deathly white lips, she whispers... and Alphinaud cannot tell if she had been speaking to him in particular or if she was simply incoherently expressing her own thoughts while her senses are still dulled. “If I were..... then... G’raha wouldn’t... and Emet...”

Alphinaud grits his teeth, almost grinding them as his hands clench into tight fists... But his frustrations and rage were not targeted at her - he would never even begin to think of placing any blame or fault on her.

His anger was for Emet-Selch... and though Alisaie had certainly been more vocal in her disapproval for the exarch’s methods, Alphinaud too bore a certain amount of resentment towards the man for the state Illya was in now.... though he knew that he was simply too lost in his own panic and shaken state of mind to think objectively.

How could he when the love of his life was literally bleeding light?

And above all else, he held the most anger towards himself. For his own powerlessness and inability to ease her pain - let alone relieve her of it.

If he were more than he was born to be- if only he possessed the echo like she did... and if only he had been stronger. Then maybe he could take the light in her state - but even then, he knew deep down it would serve to help nobody.

The moment he saw her fall to her knees and vomit light from her lips, he knew that were it anybody else who had been absorbing the sheer amount of light that Illya had been - they would have turned into a sin eater then and there.

Illya has always been an aetheric reservoir - her ability to absorb and hold the amount of aether she does is second to none... and it was from that fact alone that she was as powerful of a mage and warrior as she is - not even taking into account her echo and the strength of her character alone.

The crystal exarch knew this - and thus had burdened Illya with the duty of bearing the light of the wardens she’d slain onto herself.

But even she has her limits - and the corrupting effect of the light-aspected energy swirling and festering within her was bound to eat away at her own lifeforce sooner or later... It already has, and it’s reduced Illya into a volatile state where the strength of her aetheric manipulation and conservation has now backfired and is on the verge of self-destructing.

It was exactly because Illya has been too strong - has ever been a hero to the realm who served and slayed with no recompense. Because she has ever been the brightest star of this realm and beyond that others would ever turn to for hope and salvation - that they might place too much of their wishes upon her lonesome to shoulder.

The world was ever in need of saving by the warrior of light and the warrior of darkness... But who will save her?

He allows himself only a moment for his mind to fester in the injustice of it all, until he hears his name being whispered in her voice again.

“Alphy...”

The lonely heroine looks up, and Alphinaud’s chest clenches painfully when he meets her gaze.

Fields of blossoming lavender and violets that danced across a field of baby blue skies... a dazzling jewel that reflected the light of the sun on a gleaming midsummer afternoon... and an ardent twilight that glowed meteoric stars in the dark of the night.

Illya’s eyes have always been one of the most beautiful facets of her appearance.... and yet now, staring back at him was a pair of lifeless eyes - burning so bright and white that it blinded him from the colors of hope he’s come to associate with her.

“Hurts...” The girl whimpers, and with what little of her strength she could manage left she lifts her trembling arms up towards him. “Hurts... that I can’t do anything.”

His arms enclose around her, and Alphinaud pulls his darling starlight into his arms in a tender embrace as he shakes against her, unable to retain his composure now.

“I know. I know, Illya. I’m sorry.”

As he feels the girl’s body slowly growing limp against his own, the everlasting light from the crystalline sky shines incandescently through the window and into the room. His back warms from the light, and he shifts to shield her away from the beams.

And though Alphinaud would not have known, a shadowed figure stands a distance away, his face solemn and melancholic even as he turns to leave through the unopened doors.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2021 #kiwisffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite #alphinaud leveilleur #alphinaud #illya skawi #we've come so far #fanfic #mine #shadowbringers spoilers

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refinedbuffoonery · 3 years

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Quarantine Moments (5.5)

By popular request, here’s QM #5 from Mac’s POV. This idiot is pining so hard and he doesn’t even realize it.

*****

Mac watches the sun set behind them in his truck’s side mirror as Riley drives, the sky shifting from blue, to pink, then orange, then a dark burning gold, before fading to inky black. In front of them, the rising moon is barely more than a glowing sliver in the sky, and once they leave SoCal’s sprawling metropolis behind, the vast desert darkness swallows the beams of the truck’s headlights.

Riley rolls her window down, letting the warm night air tug wisps of hair from her messy bun, and Mac can’t help but watch the way she smiles softly and breathes deeply, completely at peace. He rolls down his own window, and the wind ruffles his hair like a lover’s playful fingers.

Mac is surprised when Riley parks in the empty campground. He assumed other people would have the same idea, but but as far as he can see, the area is devoid of human life.

Mac turns his gaze to the glittering sea above. His eyes land on Vega and Arcturus—two of the brightest stars in the sky—before trailing the Milky Way to find Sagittarius along the southern horizon.

Riley’s soft gasp draws his attention back to earth. Her lips part as she smiles, awestruck, and the stars are reflected in her big, dark eyes, almost as if she’s robbing them of their light. Thankfully Riley doesn’t notice his staring, because Mac can’t bring himself to look away.

He should. He knows he should. But, for some reason, he can’t.

Mac is still looking, minutes later, when Bozer yells at him to help make their bed.

It’s not until he’s lying beside Bozer on the mass of pillows and blankets that Mac realizes how small his truck bed really is. In his mind, they all fit perfectly, but in reality, it’s only wide enough for two grown adults, not three. Mac and Bozer scoot to the sides to give Riley as much space as possible, but their shoulders will be overlapping no matter what.

Riley’s arm brushes Mac’s as she squeezes her slim frame into the space in the middle, her warmth soaking into his skin. Mac likes her this close, likes her steady, reassuring presence at his side. They used to gravitate toward each other more, before he got back together with Desi, and Mac will never admit it aloud, but he misses the closeness he once had with Riley.

Quarantining with her, there were moments that felt like their old selves—the people they were back when Jack was still around and their biggest problem was Mac and Riley’s respective daddy issues—but then there would be a long, awkward pause in conversation or Desi would come up, and then that weird gap between them would be right back, wide as ever.

Mac isn’t sure how it even got there in the first place.

He tries to forget about it, distracting himself by searching for constellations while he waits for the first meteor to appear. Finally, one does, zipping across the horizon in the blink of an eye.

“Did you see that?” Bozer squeals.

Riley laughs softly. “Yeah, but I have no idea where it came from, or where I should be looking.”

Mac opens his mouth to explain, but Bozer beats him to it. “For starters, don’t look straight up. Look near the horizon. As Perseus gets higher in the sky during the night, the meteors will appear to come from higher up too.”

“Thanks.”

They watch the sky in peaceful silence.

Eventually, Bozer gets up to pee, and while he’s gone, Riley nudges Mac with her knee. “You’ve been quiet,” she says.

How is he supposed to say that even though their shoulders are literally touching right now, that even though they’ve been locked in his house together for months, he’s never felt farther away from her? That there’s this ever-widening chasm between them that he doesn’t know how to bridge?

Mac doesn’t look at her as he speaks, his eyes finding Vega overhead. “Ancient Chinese astronomers believed Vega and Altair were lovers, forever kept apart by the Milky Way.” He points with two fingers, one toward each star. “Vega is one of the brightest stars in the sky. It’s in the constellation Lyra, which just looks like a parallelogram. And over there is Altair, which is part of Aquila, the eagle.”

Riley doesn’t say anything. Mac glances at her in his peripheral vision. She’s squinting slightly, the way she always does when she’s focusing on something. She must not be able to find the stars, he reasons. Mac doesn’t think before sliding an arm beneath Riley’s shoulders and pulling her closer so that her head rests on his shoulder. His arm brushes her cheek as he points again.

It’s odd being this close to Riley without catching lingering traces of her perfume—a warm, dark scent he can’t pinpoint but likes anyway. She hasn’t worn it since quarantine started, and Mac is starting to miss it.

“I see it,” she breathes. Mac lets his arm drape across Riley’s body.

She tenses, but she doesn’t try to extricate herself from his side. Part of Mac knows he probably shouldn’t be holding her like this. A bigger part doesn’t care. Riley is his best friend goddammit, and he can cuddle her if he wants to. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

“Show me something else,” Riley says softly.

Mac takes a slightly unsteady breath before pointing in a different direction. “Over there are Sagittarius, which looks like a teapot, and Scorpius, which looks like a hook or the letter ‘J.’ Between them is the supermassive black hole that exists in the middle of the galaxy. All of the matter in the Milky Way orbits around it.”

Black holes are easy. Black holes make sense. But Riley...Riley doesn’t.

Especially when the moment passes, and she turns her head away to holler at Bozer. “You good, man?”

Bozer yells back from the other side of the truck. “Yeah! Got a little performance anxiety from this creepy bug staring at me.”

Mac imagines Bozer having a staring contest with some random desert bug sitting on the hood of the truck and bursts out laughing. His arm inadvertently tightens around Riley, and the wicked gleam in her eye when she looks up at him makes the moment even funnier.

He feels it again, that gravitational pull toward her. He’s tempted to let it drag him closer, but he’s afraid of what it might mean if he does.

Riley squirms when Bozer climbs back into the truck, and Mac hesitates before letting her go.

The three of them lay together for hours, just looking up at the stars, until Bozer initiates a chain reaction of yawns. “Mac,” Bozer says. “Did you set the alarm?”

Patting the pillow above Riley’s head, he answers, “Yeah. My phone is right here.”

Riley twists to look at him in horror. “Alarm?”

Mac explains, “The meteor shower’s peak is between three and four am. So unless you’d rather stay up all night...” Riley groans, pulling up a blanket and rolling onto her side. Chuckling at her dramatics, Mac grabs a blanket for himself and watches the stars until he falls asleep.

The volume of his alarm is set far too loud for the phone only being inches from his ear, and Mac winces as he’s forced into consciousness. Beside him, Riley growls, “Turn it off.”

He’s lying on his side with an arm around Riley’s waist, holding her in the curve of his body, but it doesn’t feel weird or awkward. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the way Riley fit against him. Mac accidentally bumps her face as he silences the alarm, and he mumbles, “Sorry.” There’s no room to move away from her, so Mac just brushes Riley’s hair out of his face and puts his arm back around her. “I hit snooze. You have five minutes.”

She sighs, absentmindedly brushing her thumb over his hand, and warmth spreads through Mac’s body that has nothing to do with the fact that it’s still nearly eighty degrees outside, even in the middle of the night. He lets himself snuggle closer. If he could live in the calm safety of this moment forever, Mac would.

But he doesn’t hold Riley for long before feeling like he’s about to explode. Mac rubs her shoulder. “Riles, move. I have to pee.”

Riley groans again, but then her hips press into his as she pushes Bozer away, and Mac scrambles to get up before anything awkward happens.

“I’m awake,” Bozer slurs.

“Sure you are.”

He’s back by the time the alarm goes off again, and Mac can hear the soft popping of Riley’s joints as she sits up and stretches. The meteors are more frequent now, nearly two a minute. Most are quick, bright flashes, but a few are slower, gracefully crossing the sky before burning up.

“Riley stop blocking the view,” Bozer says, kicking her in the back. Riley flops back down.

A massive, glowing meteor arcs across the sky in slow motion, lingering for a few seconds before winking out of existence. “Wow,” Riley whispers, smiling.

Wow is an understatement. Mac would’ve driven all the way out here for that meteor alone.

Mac keeps his eyes trained on the heavens until the sky lightens and the first rays of sunlight stretch across the desert. The air seems to hum, the way it always does in announcement of the scorching summer sun.

When they pile into the truck, Mac blasts the air conditioner. He’s already sweating, even though it’s barely six am. As he drives out of the campground and toward the highway, Bozer rattles off suggestions for where to stop for breakfast burritos on the way home.

Apparently content to let Bozer decide, Riley demands, “Wake me up when you have my burrito. Goodnight.” Mac glances at her in the rearview mirror and smiles; she’s sprawled across the pillows and blankets, already fast asleep.

#beth writes #quarantine moments #macgyver #angus macgyver #riley davis #wilt bozer #macgyver fanfiction

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sorcererinthestars · 3 years

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Starlight, Starbright...

It’s that time again - another Secret Springfairy writing event for the @rtwritingcommunity <3

Summary: Young Prince Gavin is cursed. He's bound to a star, a literal star, and in order to free him, the Jeremy, the Court Mage Apprentice, has to find a way to keep a star from falling. When its only you between the universe and the death of the person you love the most, drastic measures start to look appealing... AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31002023

‘Mommy, can you tell me a story?’

Fiona laughs and sits down at the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket up closer around her daughter’s chest. Every night, the girl asked for a story and every night she had to oblige. Lindsay meets her eyes from the doorway, their own dancing in mirth. There was one story that their daughter would love more than anything.... the story about the mythical King and his Mage. The story of the time they wrangled the stars and won their place in story and song.

Closing her eyes for a moment to remember, she sits back, takes a breath, and...

The people of Achievement City never have seen the Star Prince. Born after a birth that had snatched away the beloved Queen, the Prince was too weak to be announced properly to his people. They had hidden him away at the top of the tallest tower to keep him from danger. At least, that’s what the King had said. The Prince was too weak to come out. He was alive. But only that.

Only that.

The townspeople knew better to question their King, but there were rumors. Of course, there were always rumors. They say that the Prince was kept in the tallest tower because he was cursed. Because he shouldn’t have been born. Because the King had given everything - even the life of his Queen - to have a son. An heir. Even a sickly heir was better than nothing. Even a sickly heir meant succession, peace. For now, at least.

There were whispers along the people that the Prince, with his curse, was given Demon powers. That he gleamed when people saw him. Servants told each other that the Prince glowed, that he shimmered with what could be sunlight but was too silver, too pale. It’s said you can’t spend more than a few minutes with him without being dazzled by his iridescence, like he had actually swallowed a star and it burned within him, dazzling all who saw him in a dangerous light that revealed your coldest secrets.

Here, Fiona can only shake her head as her daughter’s eyes grow round. Lindsay chuckles, sitting next to her and rubbing Fiona’s back as she continues her tale.

See, she explains, the Prince was cursed like people had said. On the night of his birth, the Queen was dying. Desperate, the King had turned to his Mage for help, who had summoned a demon to make a bargain. A being who dealt in tricks as much as assistance; who would not offer help freely. They saved the baby but not the mother. One life for another. She gave her life freely for her son, but there was a catch none of them expected.

Using its magicks, the demon pulled a star from the sky, feeding it to the Prince, the youngling who would soon be named Gavin. The Prince had swallowed the shining thing, a bead of glowing white light, and never again would stop shimmering. His energies would be different than the world around him. During the day, he would be listless. Lethargic. Cut off from his source. During the night, he would shine and shimmer, full of energy. Ready for dancing and singing and so much life. Or all the life he could have, hidden away from the world.

And on the night of his 30th birthday, unless a proper replacement could be manifested, the Prince would die as a meteor shower would drive his star from the sky. Terrified of the Bargain he had made, the King banishes his son to the tallest tower. Keeping him there to keep him close to the sky, the stars. His son’s ever-beating heart tied to something so unfathomable.

Her daughter gasps. Fiona soothes her. Because this was not a scary tale or a sad story! The Prince was not alone. He had a companion in the castle: the Court Mages’ Apprentice - young Jeremy Dooley.

“Have you thought of anything yet?” Gavin asks as he moves his piece across the gaming board, frowning more at the conversation than the easy way Jeremy snatches his piece. The apprentice sighs back, scratching their chin. “No. Not unless you know a way to stop an astrological event. But we’ll figure it out, Gav, you know we will.”

Gavin’s shine flashes for a moment as he grows more agitated. “You know the curse. I’m fucking 29 years old, I’ve never seen outside during the day, never really talked to my people - I’m stuck in here I die in less than six months unless... “

“Don’t say that,” Jeremy snaps back. “I know, Gav, and we’re working on it. Demon deals are complicated. This is the boundaries of life and death - its not so easily tinkered with. If you know how to create a star to keep you from becoming one, I’d really love to hear your input.”

Gavin frowns. There’s a beat. One and then two, before he sighs. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m just...”

“Scared? Frustrated? Angry? Join the club.” Jeremy hefts a sigh. “I know you’re the one that’s dying, but trust me, its no walk in the park not being able to help your friend, either.”

There’s a pause and then Gavin shoves the game board away, climbing over the table. Jeremy has to shield their eyes, despite being enchanted to be able to withstand the shimmer and shine of the skin of their Prince. But Gavin doesn’t let that stop him, brushing his lips across the other’s. “I love you,” he says quietly. “I know you’re going to think of something. You’re the smartest person I know.”

A single tear rolls down Jeremy’s face that Gavin brushes off with a silvery fingertip. “What if I...”

“Then I’ll die, knowing I have the love of one of the strongest magicians in Achievement City,” Gavin shrugs. “Now shut up about it and lets start a new game. There’s only an hour or two left before sunrise and I want to kick your *ass*.”

There it was, Fiona explains. For the Court Mages’ Apprentice was in love with the Prince and cursed in their own way with an impossible task. They were to figure out how to stop the star from falling from the sky and save Gavin’s life.

They lay next to each other on the tower top. Here, they were as high up as any manmade point in the whole city. If Gavin raises his hand, it was as if he could brush the very stars that gave him life. Jeremy sits next to him, studying the constellations as if they could give them information.

“Maybe we could ask the Gods,” they suggest quietly and just has to deal with Gavin’s soft chuckling. “You know that’s not going to work. If the Gods had any desire to save the life of the human Prince, wouldn’t they have done it by now?”

Jeremy just sighs, rubbing their thumb over Gavin’s knuckles. “I don’t know. I’m just thinking.”

“All you ever do is think,” Gavin sighs back, sitting up as he shimmers against the backlight of the beautiful starry sky. For a moment, Jeremy loses their words. Gavin really does look every inch of the creature of magic that he had been cursed to become. His life tied to the stars that glimmer behind him. “We need to try something. We have less than six months. You know Dad’s already given up on me..”

“That’s not true,” Jeremy shoots back, “and you know it. The King loves you. He’s the one who is funding my Master’s research to save you. He just...”

“It’s easier to lose someone you barely know,” Gavin says bitterly. “I know.” He looks down over his city, his lands, a place he owns by name only but had never even seen. “Would it be so bad if I could be among them?”

“You know the King just wants to keep you safe,” Jeremy murmurs, hand brushing down Gavin’s spine. Gavin grumbles. “It’s a demon that did this, yeah? A life for a life, it took my Mum’s. But because she was 30, I’ll die when I’m 30. Unless we keep the star up there, or someone else dies and I get their years too.”

Jeremy looks a bit stricken. “Gambling with someone elses’ life is dangerous. My Master told your dad that much. We can’t sacrifice someone to save you, we don’t know if that would even work...”

“I’m not asking someone to give their life for me!�� Gavin shoots back. “But if I could talk to the demon, maybe it would have the answer, maybe...”

Jeremy wraps his arms around him. “Maybe.” They kiss his temple, thrilling at the taste of magic under their lips as Gavin sparkles with it. But they start to think...

“Aren’t demons dangerous?” her daughter interrupts. Fiona chuckles a bit. “Yes, darling. But that doesn’t stop the magic apprentice from scheming. From reading late into the day when he’s supposed to be sleeping, working, or planning. From figuring out how to summon not only a demon, but the very demon that cursed Gavin. A figure named Lucae, a mysterious demon of the stars, a being who gave and took power as They deemed fit.

The candles shimmer in the air as Jeremy stares at the summoning circle. They had said the magic words, done the incantation. If they are right, the demon would be trapped within the circle and forced to answer a few questions.

If they were wrong... Jeremy doesn’t let themselves dwell on what would happen if they were wrong.

There’s a few tense heartbeats before a flash of light and energy that almost blinds Jeremy, throwing them backwards as they raise their arm to cower from the brilliance of the light. When it fades and they are able to blink the spots from their vision, a tall humanoid figure stands there. It has a tail and black eyes and jet black hair. Not to mention a brilliant smile full of cunning and arrogance. “Hello, Mr Dooley. This was brave. Or foolhardy.”

“I’m not planning on trapping you here,” Jeremy says quietly, hands clenching by their sides. “I’m just here to ask you one question. A question you’ve been likely asked before. I don’t want any bullshit, just give it to me straight, ok?”

“I’m a demon, Dooley,” Lucae grins wickedly. “I know what you’re going to ask and I know you won’t like the answer. Are you sure you want to ask it?”

Jeremy just spits at him. “Shut up. How do I reverse your fucking spell on my Prince?”

Lucae is quiet for a long moment and sighs, sitting crosslegged and hovering above the summoning circle in a wickedly innocent display of incredible power. He makes a show of thinking for a long moment despite the fact that both know he is fucking with Jeremy. “You know the answer to this,” he says finally. “I’m giving you one more chance, child. You are a human. You have much to live for.” He sounds almost... regretful.

Maybe it’s stupid. Maybe it would get him killed. But they both know they don’t have much time left anyways. Jeremy throws a candlestick at the demon’s head and they both wince as it passes through the demon like smoke.

Lucae sighs. “Such a temper. You want to save the Prince I cursed? Climb to the top of Mount Amber on the night of the Prince’s thirtieth birthday. Then wish on a star at the stroke of midnight. You can die for him. That’s the only way to save him. My magic is foolproof, you know. I gave him the life of his mother, who only had 30 years to give.”

Jeremy knew what the answer was going to be. As soon as the demon says it, with a coy little grin, and Jeremy’s veins grow cold as ice, they knew that they always knew the answer. The only way to continue Gavin’s half-life is to give another and give him a few more years. Jeremy didn’t have many - a measly twenty-eight to Gavin’s thirty. But it was... something. It would get him to 58. That’s twenty-eight more years to solve the curse.

It would buy him time. Time to run the Kingdom. Time to be the King Jeremy always knew Gavin could be.

With their heart in their throat and ice in their veins, Jeremy waves his hand aggressively and the candles go out at once. Without their light, the spell is broken and the demon dissipates with a soft laugh.

I told you you wouldn’t like the answer...

Fiona pauses in her story to see her daughter with tears running down her face. “J-rimmy can’t die!” she whines. “That’s not a nice story, Mama.” Fiona is about to respond, but before she can, Lindsay pulls their daughter onto their lap and kisses her head. “Let Mommy finish the tale,” they say soothingly.

Jeremy and Gavin don’t see each other much in the next few months. Jeremy pours themselves into their work and Gavin just grows increasingly more anxious. He’s visited by his Father, the King, and some other advisors. Talking into the night about plans. Action. Trying to stop a curse everyone knows is inevitable.

But the hollowness remains in the back of everyone’s minds. The answer is obvious. They all know what has to happen, no one just wants to say it out loud. Someone has to give their life for Gavin. But no one except the little Court Mage Apprentice knows how.

It’s late in the day, a week before Jeremy knows they have to take their fateful climb up Mount Amber, that they know they have to tell Gavin. But they can’t tell Gavin the truth. No chance in hell - Gavin would balk and panic before they could even get through the sentence. And no amount of pity or shame or grief would stop Jeremy from doing what needs to be done.

He had made up his mind the night after talking to Lucae that he would do it. What was his life compared to that of a Prince? It was his duty, really, to give his life over for his Prince. And besides...

It’s what you did for the one you love the most.

Jeremy meets Gavin in his tower after a week of avoiding each other and before they could open their mouth to say something, Gavin is slamming the door shut and dragging Jeremy into a breathless kiss. Jeremy melts against his lips and for a moment they just cling to each other, Gavin’s silvery radiance cascading around them, cool like a summer’s breeze on their arms.

When they break apart, Jeremy notices Gavin is crying. He’s coming up at the end of his borrowed time, the world taking back what was Theirs. Jeremy feels whatever conviction was inside of them harden. They wouldn’t watch Gavin die. And besides - Gavin would be heartbroken, but he’d get over their death. Eventually. Better living to grieve than dying, anyways.

“What’s the book?” Gavin says hesitantly, gesturing to the tome Jeremy had in their arms. “A solution?”

Jeremy sighs and forces themselves to affix a small smile to their face. “I - I think so. You are made of starlight, right? I was thinking if - on the night it is s-supposed to happen - if we are at the top of Mount Amber. M...maybe we can Wish on a star. They say Wishing Magic is the most powerful during a meteor event. Maybe...”

Gavin scoffs. He doesn’t want to be rude, but... “You’re hinging my life on wishing upon a fucking star?”

No, Jeremy thinks. I just need you at the top of that mountain. “It’s foolish, I know, but...” A broken sob rips from their mouth without meaning to, sinking down to sit on Gavin’s plush bed. “I’m s-sorry, I ...” They hiccup. “I’m sorry.”

“J...,” Gavin says immediately, moving over to draw them against his chest. “You have better plans than the entire rest of this castle. I love you. If you think it’ll work, I’m willing to try.”

“And if it doesn’t...?” Jeremy whispers.

Gavin shrugs and when Jeremy looks up to meet his eyes, they can see the human green shot through with liquid silver tears. “Then I’ll die under the stars with the person I love most in the world.”

Jeremy can’t stop themselves from sobbing then.

Their daughter is breathless now. Just watching Fiona with wide eyes, unable to say another word. Riveted in the story, her own tiny tears on her face, holding the blanket tight. She knows stories, know they always get worse before they get better, but this... this better have a happy ending! It was a bedtime story, for goodness sakes!

The day they leave, the atmosphere is ... somber. It had taken the King some convincing, but at this point, they were entirely at a loss. Gavin had spent the last two days being poked, prodded, fed potions, underwent rituals, nothing. Lucae had not come when he was summoned. Apparently such a demon did not have to answer if he didn’t want to. Frankly, the King didn’t want to see the demon that had so cursed his family.

A few hours before the supposed end, the castle was in preemptive mourning. Jeremy had given the King a brief fake idea of what they were about to do. No talk of their own death. They had spent the night before saying a brief goodbye to the few people they had a connection with. The only person that mattered in the end was Gavin, and they didn’t have to say goodbye to him. Not just yet, anyways.

They had started climbing during the day, but Gavin lagged. His energy being connected to the stars and the night, he found it hard to exert himself during the day. They don’t say anything. Jeremy doesn’t dare ask Gavin what he’s thinking about. Likely not much different than what Jeremy is thinking about. Both expect to meet the gallows at the top of this mountain.

After a few breaks, night slowly descends around them and Gavin can walk a bit faster. They break the summit at 11pm. One hour before the meteor shower that will drive their star from the sky and kill the Prince in front of him. Gavin looks ...tired. Resigned. But he never lets go of their hand.

Never let it be said he would go into the dark without an anchor to the light.

They sit for a while. Silent, feet dangling off the edge of the highest cliff, and watch the world slowly settle into the warmth of night. Neither speak. What is there to say? When Gavin starts crying incandescent tears, Jeremy is there to kiss them away. They hold each other as the sky illuminates with the brilliance of a thousand - million - glistening points of light. They are at the highest point possible and Gavin glows brighter than all of them, a beacon of magic power that can be seen miles away.

When the first shooting star erupts across the sky, Gavin winces. As more start to fall, he shudders, but Jeremy is faster. They yank Gavin up to his feet.

“I lied,” they say sharply, staring right at Gavin. The man doesn’t have a moment to respond before Jeremy breathes “Forgive me,” and kisses him viciously.

Gavin is still reeling when Jeremy backs away and stares up to the falling brilliance of the stars above their head. “LUCAE!” he hollers. “I did everything you asked, you fucking bastard! And now I WISH TO willingly give my life for ...”

“NO!” Gavin shouts, leaping forward, tackling Jeremy bodily down to the stone, knocking the wind out of both of them. Jeremy wheezes, gasping, but it’s too late. “I wish to willingly give my life for Gavin.”

“Jeremy!” Gavin shrieks as the wind unnaturally picks up around them. The stars flash brighter, almost blinding as it feels like they’re falling and hitting the ground, shattering into bright incandescence that shimmers around them. Gavin himself is still glowing, which means he’s still *here*, still alive, and Jeremy...

Jeremy coughs a few times. Blood dribbles out of their nose, likely from the impact of Gavin tackling them down to the stone of the mountaintop. Gavin can’t bring himself to care as he watches instead a beautiful silver shimmer erupt from Jeremy’s chest that seems to elevate, lifting into the sky. As if it was about to become a star. Like he had been told his mother’s did, the star that gives him life on earth.

Wishing Magic. The very magic that is older than demons, older than the very earth under their feet. The magic that stitched the universe together, the magic of will and want, the magic of the very fabric of space and time.

So... Gavin wishes.

Through the shrieking of the wind around him, the exhaustion that pulled on every edge of his bones, Gavin breathes in the Wishing Magic around him and makes his own wish.

“I WISH FOR US!”

With fingers that glow like quicksilver against the tan skin of his people, Gavin grabs the white orb that glows above Jeremy’s chest and forces it back down against Jeremy’s chest. He holds it against the skin as the brilliance escapes from his fingers, begging and pleading for it to go back inside Jeremy’s rapidly cooling skin. His tears, shimmering and bright, fall on the back of his hands.

For a few breathless moments, it seems hopeless, Jeremy’s body rejecting the orb that strains against Gavin’s fingers to go into the sky. But Gavin is not a man.

In this moment, Gavin is a star himself.

“I wish for us,” he repeats firmly, leaning down to kiss Jeremy with all his might, and pushes with every ounce of magic and starlight that drip through his veins.

And it all goes brilliant white before flickering into the blackest black.

Fiona is cut off by their daughter shrieking. She climbs out from under the blankets and off of Lindsay’s lap, moving over to tug on Fiona’s shirt. “No! No~! They can’t be dead, you can’t... bad story, bad!” She tries to punch with little fists, but laughing, Fiona grabs them and kisses the pudgy little hands.

“Hush,” she scolds. “Do you really think my story will have such an unhappy ending? This is a bedtime story, after all.”

When Jeremy opens their eyes, they first see a bright blue that focuses into a sky, filled with puffy white clouds. They let out a breathless little cough, their ribcage feeling like something had been pounding on it. Like that one time they had choked on a cherry pit and needed someone to give them the Hemlich and CPR.

But this time, its ... Gavin.

Except, it doesn’t look like Gavin. His brown hair is streaked through with silver. The tips of his fingers on both hands sparkle bright silver as if he had dipped them in a vat of molten metal. But he doesn’t shimmer. He doesn’t glow. He looks... normal.

Then Jeremy realizes what day it is. And what was supposed to happen. They stagger backwards. They’re alive, which means... “Gavin!” They shake the other man frantically, desperately, tears growing in their eyes, but...

“....ughsjfh.”

“Gavin?”

On the day after his thirtieth birthday, their cursed prince opens his eyes. Not green, not silver, but a combination of both, their star-cursed prince breathes his first free breath.

His second is captured by Jeremy’s lips, holding him close as they cling to each other. Free to live and love together to the end of their days.

Fiona grins at her daughter, who releases her shirt and slumps back, pouting a bit. “I like the one about the horse princess better,” she says with a shrug and climbs under the blankets. “But this one is good too.”

Lindsay bursts into laughter as Fiona throws up her hands. “Not everyone loves a happy ending,” she smirks, kissing her head. They say goodnight to their daughter and leave the small bedroom, looking out the window to the castle on the hill - where the Star King and his Consort still reign to this day.

Happily. Ever. After.

The End.

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