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roseytoesy · 1 year

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Vore trope list

Screw it I’ve been looking for a list of vore tropes and stuff and can’t seem to find any! so you know what I’m going to make my own.

(Almost all of these I imagine as safe or has the option to be safe.)

Feel free to use this as an ask game too!

Story tropes:

Knight in shining armor (protection vore)

A heroic meal (protection vore but eating the bad guy)

Dragons sacrifice (poor soul(s) offered to a monster)

A bet (stupid idea + pride leads to shenanigans)

Feral/ lost to instincts (pred looses control of themselves)

Oh no you don’t! (Pred keeping prey from doing something stupid)

Tummy time out (prey annoyed/upset pred too much and ended in tummy as punishment)

Extreme cuddling (just as it says. both wanna be cozy together and what better way than inside a tum?)

dentist (thorough cleaning but with its own risks of being eaten due to being within a mouth)

vore spa day (covered in delicious smelling oils and products and given a deep massage deep into a pred)

magic! (Potions or spells making this small and safe)

sci-fi (aliens and other biological/scientific shenanigans leading to vore)

willingly “sacrificed” to a god

food play (from noodles to cakes and icecream get creative and have fun!)

Saved from drowning (merfolk or lifeguard making sure someone gets the air they need inside where they will be safe)

fearful (I don’t like the sound of fearplay)

cat and mouse games (pred having fun while the prey may or may not, depending)

hide and eat (hide and seek but the seeker is very hungry~)

Any taur vore (from nagas to centaurs, to driders, to anything you can think of!)

multiple stomaches (a safe one/storage and one not so safe one maybe)

slimes (pred or prey they can be both!)

edible clones (best way to remove extras is to eat them!)

high vore (they either got high from the prey or the pred was high and got munchy)

dinner dates (ending with an amazing prey dessert to finish off a successful date)

inexperienced/first time (weather it’s pred or prey is so good)

shy (either pred or prey struggle to ask.)

casual (just walk up to friend and say I want in. Or can I have a snack for a bit. Shrug and relax for an hour or two)

kidnapping (best way to ensure transportation and that they won’t get away)

object vore (from a small key to a fricken box tv. The bulges are always a fun plus)

Come and get it~ (pred ate item/person prey needs so they have to go down to get it)

sick (pred needs something to settle their stomach, or prey wants to hide away from the world and their troubles.)

comfort (help ground a pred during a panic attack. Help hide prey from anxieties)

A different form of love (other species licking and gently swallowing their loved ones as signs of affection.)

healing vore (stomach juices heal things alive and break apart anything dead.)

tough soft guy. (Scary/intimidating with a soft spot for one special prey.)

multiple prey (weather the pred was gluttonous or overwhelmed both are good.)

super willing and unwilling (pred excited to nom someone and they are not ok with it. And a super willing prey where the pred is somewhat worried/freaked out)

VIP (very important prey, gets a nice backstage show ending in a belly.)

sleep eating (pred had a nice dream about eating a marshmallow. Where’s their pillow/prey??)

another world (maybe somewhere where this is normal)

betrayal (prey gets gobbled up by friend and feels betrayed that they were nothing more than a meal/snack to who they thought they could trust.)

always close (pred hugging belly close or always having a hand over their precious cargo)

experiments! (Scientists doing things inside just because they are curious!)

overprotective (either pred or prey but they are possessive of their friend they aren’t allowed to be eaten by/eat anyone else!)

teasing (being charismatic or using double meaning words to get a snack or message across~)

domestic (a happy couple/ roommates sharing some nomes after cleaning together or getting things settled from the days adventures.)

robot (safely store items and prey at optimal temperatures and in a safe environment until threat has passed, or scans are completed, etc)

mine! (Hoarding things where NOONE can get to without their permission)

strings/equipment included (keeping prey on something to help them get out, though it may or may not fail depending on the pred)

demons deal (you got what you want and what they want in return is a nice meal~)

drink addition (prey floating in a drink and going down to their own special pool)

hot and cold (hot belly’s for cold days and cool belly’s for hot days)

It was an accident! (Took a tumble right down someone’s throat?! Or they didn’t notice someone in their drink)

Other:

Same size

half size

g/t

micro

cat size

willing

unwilling

squirming

switch

pred

prey

reformation

goopy/ painless digestion

fatal/perminant

oral

belly mouth

tail

Vore to endosoma

Half/full tour clean

dream vore

energy sapping

bulging stomach

hammer space stomach/ pocket dimension belly

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anitalenia · 1 year

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━━━ .°˖✧ opposites attract ⋆˙⊹

꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑠, 𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. one of my favs.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3

note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.

꒰ঌ group one ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group two ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group three ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group four ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group five ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group six ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group seven ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group eight ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group nine ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group ten ໒꒱

minimalistic x bohemian | dips fries in ketchup x drenches fries in ketchup | loves to dance x what’s a rhythm? | life of the party x hates attention | toilet paper facing you x toilet paper facing away from you

꒰ঌ group eleven ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group twelve ໒꒱

꒰ঌ group thirteen ໒꒱

will update when I think of new ones. hope this helps if you’re not sure what story to tell but you want something new <3

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devildom-moss · 6 months

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Hi, could you do a SFW. Stolen Kiss w/ Satan x GN!MC please? Thank you!

You got it. I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you enjoy it.

1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW

(Satan x gn!MC)

Prompt 8 – Stolen kiss

Satan was pissed. After all the research he did and the trouble he went through to get the magical ingredients necessary for the curse only for one of Lucifer’s charms to deflect it – Satan could set the house on fire with his anger. Satan just wanted to make all of Lucifer’s socks and shirts invisible when he wore them. The thought of Lucifer walking around looking like he wasn’t wearing any socks or a shirt under his coats, jackets, or vests would have been so undignified and hilarious. He would have been humiliated. But now, Satan was completely invisible, and he was ready to use his newfound invisibility to wreak havoc on that pompous bastard. After all, it was Lucifer’s fault that Satan’s curse had backfired.

On his way to Lucifer’s office – hoping the bastard would be in there – Satan stormed through the house and into the library, unseen. Suddenly, all his rage melted when he saw you curled up in one of the large armchairs with a book still in your lap. His breath caught in his throat. You looked so peaceful and adorable. It was as if a blessing had been bestowed on him – like when he was on a walk and found a cat napping on whatever warm surface it could find. Satan pat himself down, searching for his D.D.D., only to find that he couldn’t see his phone when he pulled it out. Even if he managed to unlock the screen, he’d never be able to get a good picture of you like this. He sighed and put his phone away.

“I guess I’ll just have to remember how cute you look,” Satan whispered, stretching out his hand to pet you gently. You hummed softly in your sleep. He treasured that peaceful look on your face – although he wished you wouldn’t fall asleep out in the open where anyone could see you. With a tender smile, Satan bent down and left a kiss on your forehead.

This time, it was enough to cause you to stir. You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes slowly – first one and then the other. You had definitely felt something.

“Hello?” you called out, expecting someone to be nearby. Maybe you had just sensed someone looking at you. Maybe the House of Lamentation had ghosts again.

“Good morning, MC,” Satan spoke – or at least it sounded like him. You looked around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Satan? Is that you?”

“So, you recognize my voice even when you’ve just woken up? That’s cute.” Satan chuckled.

“Where are you? You’re not talking to me in my head or something, are you? Did you all finally drive me medically insane?”

“No, nothing like that,” Satan laughed. “As much as I would love to be stuck in your head, I’m afraid I’ve been cursed with invisibility for the time being.”

“Really?” You were shocked. “Which idiot had the balls to curse you? You’re not just messing with me, right?”

Satan side-stepped your “which idiot” question. He figured it wouldn’t exactly be charming to admit he had sort of – maybe – brought this upon himself. “Want proof?”

“I guess?”

Satan approached you and brought his lips to yours. You couldn’t see him, but you felt the familiar sensation of his lips, followed by a warm caress on your cheek. Although you were still a bit confused, you went along with it, closing your eyes and kissing him back. When you felt him pull away, you opened your eyes. Satan was visible again, standing right in front of you with an affectionate smile and a light blush on his cheeks.

“Damn,” Satan whispered – half in response to kissing you, and half because he wasn’t invisible anymore. “There go my plans to prank Lucifer back. Too bad.”

“Well, I’m glad I can see you now.” You smiled up at him.

Satan’s grin widened, and he held your face before giving you another slow, sweet kiss. “I’m happy you can see me, too.”

#arlatthan #requests #moss 1 year event #moss 1 year event sfw #gn!mc #satan #obey me short fic #obey me #the last two request have me back on my loving Satan bs. He's so cute and I just want to bite him a little #obey me satan #satan x mc #satan x reader

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mythicmalasada · 10 months

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presenting my fontaine adventure team & hcs:

scara, lyney, lynette, bennett

how did they come together? who knows. are they having a great time? absolutely

none of them can cook. fortunately lyney & lynette are quite well off from being so successful and pay for everything, a luxury that scaramouche (a wanderer) very much abuses, and bennett feels guilty for

“can’t afford any more bandages :/“ “oh don’t worry benny i’ve got it” VS “lyney i want that” “? it’s 2mil mora get a job”

lyney, lynette, scara fatui experiences bonding & bennett in the corner like what. you’re part of what. you’re WHAT

lynette very big sister energy to bennett,,, constantly fussing over him hurting himself and getting himself into trouble. has to cover for him more than once

sometimes bennett goes on and on to lynette and she does the “entering low power mode” thing and bennett is like oh!!! cool!!! like katheryne!! (fully convinced she’s a robot)

“so do you have like a charging port or something? do you need electricity?” “…yes. i get my power from water. could you fetch me a glass?” “of course!!” (she gets him to do anything)

lynette: bennett, my power is low. i think it’ll recharge if you do the laundry.

scara DUNKS on bennett constantly like tripping him faking him out stealing his food but the Second anyone even looks at him funny he has murderous intent. that’s MY fuck up to bully

obligatory lymouche agenda inclusion: lyney flusters scara at every. single. opportunity. giving him roses, stealing his little doll, calling him pretty, etc. etc.

scara always reacts with a scowl but he’s come to appreciate the gestures; he presses the roses and keeps them in journals. he flushes at the compliments which he’s never received. he yearns for the attention in lyney’s absence

scara and bennett in the stands at one of lyney & lynette’s magic shows: scara w his arms crossed looking unimpressed then bennett falling out of his seat waving

lynette & scara dynamic also very sibling. they play fight (slapping hands at each other cat fight esque) yet at the end of the day

scara does the lil braid in lyney and lynette’s hair for them

lyney has bad anxiety. often just needs to take a second to breathe. he’s constantly puppeteering a happy face because he’s afraid his real self is dull and uninteresting

lyney & lynette (but lyney especially) get anxious when separated, literally cannot go anywhere without knowing where the other is.

on sleeping together: bennett with his leg outside the sleeping bag, snoring loudly, leaning half on — scaramouche, grumbling though secretly enjoying — lyney, spooning him, their hands softly interlocked, foot nudging — lynette, peacefully and quietly tucked away in her sleeping bag, nudging lyney back, a subtle nod they’re both still there

runs cold: scara, lynette. runs warm: bennett, lyney

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tragedytells-tales · 2 months

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Twst Fanevent - Fallen Stars Book 1 ☆ Chapter 1

Mission: Collect all five wishes - Rewards: Magical Keys x 5

Chapter 1 - Be careful what you wish for?

Warning - GN!Yuu ( They/Them prns )

[ Announcement ]

When Yuu awoke that day, before their beloved monster companion, the last thing they expected was to see Grim sleeping in. Yes, it may seem normal, but it was not the normal type of sleeping in.

This type of sleeping in was carefree, completely unbothered, not a worry in the world. As if they both didn't have a school they needed to go to and classes to attend, both starting in about five minutes. Sure, cats were typically lazy and Grim was no exception, but waking up last and without the urgency to get to class was certainly something.

But it wasn't unusual for how he had been acting for the past few days. It was starting to get concerning.

- Choice one: Wake him up ☆ "Come on Mister mastermind, we have to get to great mage training."

- Choice two: Let him sleep for a little bit more ☆ "Only three more minutes Grim, but you won't have time to pretty up your bow..."

- Choice three: Do nothing ☆ "He'll wake up on his own, maybe he needs a break."

Grim eventually awakes with a soft mrp as he opens his eyes.

Grim: Nya? Why're you in such a rush henchmen? It's all no good if you don't get enough sleep y'know.

Yuu chuckles and shakes their head, fixing up their own outfit as they eye the clock.

Shrimp: We've got school? Did you dream that we don't have responsibilities or something?

Grim: Grr, what's one day off school? Let's just skip! It's only a few classes...

Shrump: Huh?? What about being the greatest mage alive in any world?

Grim: That's a reeeeal big goal y'know. You'd have to work hard for something like that, 'specially with Crowley and Mr. Horn guy.

Yuu' attention turns to the monster in full, now with curiosity and concern in their tone.

- Choice one: Concern ☆ "Grim that's your goal, it's all you've been talking about since we got here. Oh crap we're gonna be late!"

- Choice two: Shake it off ☆ "Okay, starting off the day with weird, no problem. Let's go to class."

Grim shrugs with a wide yawn, finally dragging himself up and out of his wonderfully warm bed. He doesn't have his usual go to attitude or gusto for the day, but at least he won't get in trouble for an absence.

Grim gets his bow on. It's a little bit sloppy, but he seems happy with it. As you both head towards the entrance to Ramshackle you notice the three grinning ghosts giving you both a look of curiosity. Curiosity that seemed mixed with confusion, but they gave you a happy wave

GGG 1: Have a good day in school!

GGG 2: Try not to cause too much chaos!

Yuu: It hasn't been my fault!

[ Main Street ]

Walking through the pathways of NRC, one thing was very apparent. Not a single student in the school was acting their brand of normal. The NRC students were acting laid back and content while the RSA students lacked their over enthusiasm and constant whimsical joy.

While on their walk with Grim upon their head, they happened upon Ace and Deuce. Their age-old partners in crime from the very beginning, the ride or dies, the ones who are currently getting along just fine with zero over enthusiasm about anything.

Shrimple: ...So something happened. The question is what.

Yuu stopped to listen to their conversation, maybe they were both just tired. Or perhaps they got hit with a curse that took away all of their energy and that was the Problem of the Week.

Ace: So what did you get on that test yesterday?

Deuce: A 73/86, could've been better.

Ace: Eh? It ain't that bad, good enough to pass.

Deuce: Yeah, what'd you get?

Ace: A 76/86 I think.

Deuce: You did better than me, nice.

Ace: Not really that big of a deal, the test was easy. I don't care that much about placing anyway as long as it passes. Other than that, I don't exactly give a damn.

Deuce: That's fair enough I guess. Brash, but fair...

The conversation drifted off as the two walked away, waving to Yuu over their shoulders as they passed. Not that it helped, the shiver that crawled up their spine was still there. That was one of the weirdest things they had seen all day.

Grim and Ace not caring about being the best mage, Deuce not wanting to be the best of the best for his mom... it was unsettling. Peaceful, Yuu would admit, but still unsettling in a strange way.

Even more unsettling was the sudden tap on their shoulder, which seemed to be delivered by a desperate looking Crowley. In fact, he looks more frazzled than normal.

Crowley: Yuu! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere, it's like you're avoiding me. But you wouldn't be, surely, you wouldn't be that rude to someone who has been so kind and gracious.

- Choice one: Be Blunt ☆ "Actually, I would."

- Choice two: Be Blunt Ever Blunter ☆ "Actually I would. ...Is what I would say, but I won't, mostly for my own sake."

- Choice three: Still Be Blunt ☆ "Actually, I was on my way to class."

- Choice four: Still Be Blunt Ever Blunter ☆ "Actually, I was on my way to class. But now that you've stopped me and something is clearly wrong, what happened?"

Crowley: Of course you wouldn't, for I am ever nice and generous. But it's good to see that your observational skills haven't faded! Those are always needed in wonderland. I'm sure you've noticed that something seems to have happened to the students currently residing in the school.

Shrumkly: I sure have. So what now?

Grim: Let me guess, we have to solve it. Honestly, we should be getting paid as staff! Preferably in tuna, like you promised.

Crowley: With the Banquet of Dreams coming up I can't have the students in this state! All of the other headmages would blame me and never let me live it down... You have to come with me to the mirror hall. I'm afraid it's not just the students being affected.

Yuu watched the headmage turn on his heel and walk off towards the main building, never even looking back to see if he was actually being followed. Meaning, as they knew, they had to be the one to help the school.

Grim turned to Yuu with his own confused, but exasperated, frown. The monster's flaming ears even began to grow ever so slightly, likely annoyed at his day getting interrupted, even if he was originally going to skip. So that didn't exactly change.

Yuu glanced around Main Street as they followed, watching students going about their overly normal day.

Maybe they should've wished for an overly normal day.

[ Hall of Mirrors ]

When Crowley said that the Hall of Mirrors had been effected, the last thing Yuu thought they would see was the mirrors leading to an entirely different place. There also seemed to be an entirely new mirror, one that appeared right between Diasomnia and Heartslabyul, taking the place as the middle mirror.

The new mirror had a star where a dorm badge would normally be, a broken and fractured star that was missing all of its points. The mirror itself, stone creating an image that Yuu couldn't place, was broken. There was no portal and no glass, just an empty space where something would normally lead.

The other mirrors weren't exactly normal either. All of them had changed to match their dorm's signature color and the stone around them was much more animated than Yuu last remembered.

Grim: NYA?!?! WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!

???: You didn't explain what happened?

Crowley: I was going to when they got here!

Yuu turned to see the headmage and the vice headmage gave each other a stare before the vice headmage rolled his eyes with a sigh. He turned to Yuu and Grim with a small bow of his head and gave them a polite smile. Despite that, Yuu could tell that even he was just as frazzled as Crowley was.

Mr. Majesty: Yuu, Grim. My apologies for this interference for your day, but it would appear that this situation truly calls for your help.

- Choice one: Dismiss It ☆ "It's fine, me and Grim are used to this by now. What's up?"

- Choice two: Joke About It ☆ "This school always needs my help one way or another. So what's up?"

- Choice three: Be Straightforward ☆ "What happened here?"

Mr. Majesty stood up straight and gestured to the mirrors with his staff. Yuu sees that the star on his staff is just as broken as the one above the new mirror.

Mr. Majesty: We ourselves are not entirely sure what happened, but we're sure that it has to do with that flash of light that hit this school just a few days ago. Somebody seems to have made a wish of some sort, one that required a lot of mana. But what this has to do with the mirrors, we're unsure.

Mr. Majesty: What we currently know is that all of the students seemed to have lost their desire and drive. And it could be that loss of drive that is affecting this world.

Mr. Majesty: The mirrors no longer lead to the dorms, but something is stopping anyone except for members of the dorms from going in. Which is why... we need your help. I can't enter the mirrors.

Crowley: And I have to make sure that nothing else happens to NRC while Ambrose tends to the mirrors.

Mr. Majesty: It's Majesty.

Crowley seems to ignore Mr. Majesty's scolding and instead chooses to continue addressing Yuu and Grim with a sure nod of his head.

Crowley: However, because you are not from this world, you can come and go through the portals as you please! When you go through, you must report what you see on the other side when you come back.

Mr. Majesty: You and Grim won't be alone, however. I've assigned two second years to lend you a hand, they specifically come from where we believe the mirrors lead.

Grim: And where's that?!

Crowley: The original stories of wonderland.

- Choice one: Great Seven Question ☆ "So we might run into the Great Seven? These are their stories!"

- Choice two: Safety Question ☆ "Are you even sure that's safe? You know what happens in the original stories."

- Choice three: Don't Question It ☆ "So who's helping us then?"

Crowley, as gracious as he is, chooses to ignore Yuu's and Grim's expression in favor of addressing the true problem at hand. Wasting time. As Crowley goes to speak, two shadows begin to loom over Yuu right before they feel their hands get grabbed.

Their arms are tugged into a crossed position as two people, clearly from Heartslabyul if the gems are anything to go by, jump up and down as they shake their hands. A hand shake that Yuu was pretty sure was the reason they felt a small shock go up one of their arms.

???: How do you do and shake hands, shake hands, shake hands! How do you do and shake hands, state your names and business!

Two nearly identical people stepped into view. Both had mocha skin, red and green hair ( although they had different patterns ), red and green eyes, wore large round glasses, and had a large gray Frankenstein scar covering a third of their face.

The only difference was one had sprinkles in their hair and face, their glasses were silver, and they wore a golden bell on their neck. The other had glittering freckles, golden glasses, and a silver bell.

Royo: I'm Royo!

Yoro: And I'm Yoro!

Royo and Yoro: And we're so excited to help you out on this funny little adventure!

Behind the two, the Heartslabyul mirror seemed to glow and pulse with a black, red, and white light that swirled and shifted. The vision of a crown drowning in jewelry and heart gems sitting atop a head flashed in the reflection for a moment before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

OC list: Ambrose / Mr. Majesty, Royo, Yoro

Ambrose attendance list: @writing-heiress , @tisafinedayforsimping , @ice-cweam-sod4 , @lorkai , @queen-of-ramshackle

( Mr. Majesty: If you want to be added to the attendance list, you'll have to ask the front desk. )

#[ 🌠 ] fanevent fallen stars #twisted wonderland #deuce spade #ace trappola #dire crowley #twst grim #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #[ ✨️ ] oc : ambrose majesty #[ ☘️ ] oc : royo #[ 🍀 ] oc : yoro #twst yuu #Purposefully committing character assassination feels so strange man who ARE these people????

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mashed-potato101 · 2 years

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Inner Thoughts

❧ Twisted Wonderland, self insert

TW! Angst and Profanities

Summary: After a long, tiring day, little (y/n) had an unexpected conversation with someone, or rather themselves...

You walked inside the Ramshackle dorm with Grim in your arms. Both of you were wounded from a battle between a student who unexpectedly overblotted. Unfortunately for you, your injuries were badly worse than Grim’s. You put the sleeping cat monster in your bed and headed to the bathroom. You were covered in dirt with few scratches. Turning on the faucet, place your hand on it, and splashed the water on your face.

As soon as you finished washing, you heard a familiar voice. “You must be quite exhausted, aren’t you?”

You gasped and opened your eyes, seeing yourself in the mirror in front of you. “Huh?”

“Those scratches would take a week or two to heal. Unless there’s another overblot occurred.”

Your eyes expanded, taking a step back when you realized your reflection speaking. “Wh-Who- What?” You let out a nervous laugh, “Ha ha, this is all in my head. I’m just tired from the battle.”

“But you want all of this to end, don’t you? I mean, who wouldn’t? They never even bother to compliment or thank you after all the trouble they made you go through.

You gasp in shock when your reflection talks back. You could feel your heart beating faster, frightened and anxious about what was happening. “W-What’s going on? Who are you?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I am you of course. Basically, you’re essentially just talking to yourself. We both really need to discuss about your problem.”

“What problem? Everything is fine.”

“Don’t lie to me. I’m literally yourself; your thoughts, your mind. You know what I’m talking about.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, taking a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m tired of all of this. Crowley kept giving me work and this overblot issue wouldn’t go away. I couldn’t catch a break or rest easy when every problem or duty kept popping out of the blue.”

“Hm. Not only that, you were always put in their problem, forcing you to fix it for them. You’re basically known for the school’s therapist at this point.”

“W-Well, what else can I do? Even if I talk to Crowley about it, I bet he won’t give a shit. ‘For I am kind and gracious’ my ass. Heck, I don’t even think he’s actually looking for a way to bring me home. Days have turned to a week, and weeks have turned into months. There hasn’t been a single update from his research. It’s obvious he wants me to stick around and make me do all of his work.”

“Don’t forget, he threatened to drop your food supply too when he wants you to do something.”

You scuffed, twisted the faucet off and walked away from the mirror. “I knew Crowley is not a good person. But thinking about it now, he’s literally the worst! I swear he’s probably worse than anybody here! Oh, if I get my hands on him-”

“But what about your friends?”

You turned back to the mirror, seeing yourself with an innocent face. “What?”

“Your friends.”

“Yeah, what about them?”

“Do they know you’re struggling?”

“N-No-”

“Do they know that you’re stressed? Tired? Angry? Homesick? Depressed? Traumatized?”

“Look, I don’t want to be a burden to them-”

“What kind of friends are they when they don’t know how you feel? They already know you’re magicless and from a different world. Yet, they behave like you knew everything about magic and this place, and laugh when you get clueless. Have they ever thought about what your world is like? Do they realize how much you miss your friends and family back home? It’s quite sad if you asked me.”

“I… I need you to stop right there-”

“And Grim as well. Sure he’s a cute little gremlin, but he keeps acting all high mighty and calling you his henchman. Does he even see you as your friend at all? Despite the fact you two are inseparable, he doesn’t know you feel this way.”

“Sh-Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh, but you know I’m correct, though, right? You are magicless, why would they all want to be with you? They don’t care about you; they want to use you! You are like a tool to everyone here: Useful until they don’t need you anymore. You will become nothing, useless, no value to them sooner or later. All of them will ignore you, leave you alone, and they will eventually leave you to die. Just as Crowley did when he ignored your call for help while you were trapped in Scarabia!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

You threw a powerful punch onto the mirror, shattering it to pieces. You held onto that posture for more than a minute while taking deep breaths. You slowly realize what you’ve done as you felt the warm liquid dripping from your hand. Look down at both of your hands, one is clean while the other is covered in your blood. You ignored the mirror shard on the floor and turned to sit with your back against the sink. Placing your hands onto your face, you let out a sob. You began crying on that spot, not caring if anybody walks in on you.

“We don’t deserve them,” The voice in your head continued, “We don’t deserve any of this. They don’t know the pain and struggles we’ve gone through. You’ve been selfless this whole time. Don’t you think it is time to be… Selfish for once?”

Only the sound of sniffling could be heard as silence descended. Later, a soft chuckle was heard, followed by a loud laugh. The laughter could be heard throughout the hall. There was no joy or softness to the sound of laughter. But more melancholy. Hopeless. Desperate. It all stops when you let your hands down onto the sharp shards. You grabbed one and faced it towards you. Turning it in your direction, you see your reflection, return to normal. You felt something crack inside of you. Like your heart being dripped with a familiar black ink. The aura around you felt chilly.

“If they get to have their villain arc…” The glass shard reveals a smirk on your face, “Then why don’t I start with mine?”

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst mc #twst yuu #x reader #villain arv villain arc

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upthewitchypunx · 7 months

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You all seemed very confused about my last post, trust me, I'm just as confused about the casting a spell that binds someone's sexuality, but I guess that's where we are.

Look, I try to be a compassionate person, but sometimes when you reconnect with someone who was close to you over 20 years ago and invite them to live in your home it doesn't always go well.

I don't like talking about other people's stories, especially online, but this has affected our life and our home and brought chaos into our space. So, this is my story.

This old friend seems to have it together, paid rent early and had a job lined up before they got here. It seemed they were having a bit of trouble adjusting. After a few months it was clear they were going through a mental health thing for the 3rd time in 2 months and making wild accusations and doing hurtful things like smoking cigarettes and massive amounts of weed when they know they have a lung problem and abandoning cats with no food or water or not paying all their rent or giving 30 days notice before they leave town, you just have to cut ties.

This was the last straw. The one before was 2 weeks ago when I was accused of thinking they wanted to use magic to steal my partner and that somehow because I knew stuff they didn't I was making them feel bad about it and that they think I think they just want to steal all my ideas.

I was compassionate. I stayed calm. I said I was confused, asked if she was okay. A few days later she came down crying to apologize, said she wasn't okay. We talked. I told her about the Oregon Health Plan and how she could get some help. She seemed grateful and she did and had an appointment lined up.

Then last week we left for Astoria for a night and she was there at 4 pm to bring a package in but by 1pm the next day when we got home most of her things were gone except furniture that wouldn't fit in her car. We didn't really notice the things gone at first and thought maybe she had gone on a little trip because the cats were still here so we fed them and got them water, then messaged her after a few days. She claims she had a medical issue and called an ambulance. Then her family came here and towed her home. The time line doesn't make sense. Her family is a 12 hour drive away. How long was she in the hospital? How long did it take to pack her car? Why did she leave the cats? Why didn't she tell us on her own about the medical emergency?

I'm a pretty forgiving person, especially if the person is honest and isn't trying to take advantage of me. It often bites me in the ass, but at least I know I can sleep at night and treat people to my own ethical standard until I hit a point.

Last night we got more confusing messages declaring we actually wanted her cats all along and the whole binding her sexuality thing. We decided that it wasn't worth putting effort into this relationship, she's with her family now, we aren't getting blood from a stone, and that we had done as much as we could, calmly said we were confused and hurt and will find new homes for the cats, and blocked her.

I don't usually air someone's personal issues online, but this is someone you will never know, they probably won't see this, I don't really care if they do, and this is my blog and this is an incredibly frustrating, emotionally laborious, and financially unexpected experience we are going through right now and I just need to vent.

I've already contacted a cat rescue about the cute nice cat and the hissing mean cat that won't come out of the closet. Now I need to get rid of a brand new IKEA bed frame, a couch, a big clothing rack, 2 poorly constructed book shelves, a TV, a bunch of clothes and shoes, a record player that doesn't work, a giant stack of new age books, and a bunch of other random shit.

Oh, and cleanse the house of that nonsense before finding a new housemate, which a friend of a friend is interested in.

All of this while we are working to make the shop on the first floor browsable.

Please do not make disparaging comments about someone who is seriously going through something. I don't need to hear it. It won't be helpful or have a point. I'm not mad, just annoyed and wishing people had better communication.

#tw mental health #tw mental illness

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aalissy · 21 days

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Catnap

Anddd day 21 is now finished :). I hope you like this lil bit of marichat fluff <3. Lemme know if you did!

AO3

The Parisian night was unusually calm, the city's quiet hum was reduced to a gentle whisper. Chat Noir leaped gracefully onto Marinette's balcony, his landing as soft as a cat's. The moonlight bathed her in a silver glow, making her look like an ethereal goddess as she sketched in her notebook.

"Good evening, purrincess," he greeted her with a playful bow, his voice breaking the tranquil silence.

Marinette looked up, her smile lighting up the night. "Chaton! I’m so glad to see you! But what brings you here tonight?"

Chat jumped down, landing lightly beside her. "Just wanted to check on my favorite designer. And maybe steal a few moments of peace." He winked, hoping his usual charm would mask the weariness he felt. He was absolutely exhausted. His father had woken him up at an ungodly hour for a lesson and he was ready to curl up and go to bed. And yet, the thought of returning home to his bed left him feeling empty. Probably because he knew he’d need to wake up and do the same thing tomorrow.

Marinette closed her notebook and set it aside. "Well, you're always welcome here. Did you just finish up patrol?"

Chat sighed, stretching his arms over his head. "Yep. It was quiet. No akumas, no trouble. Just a lot of walking and thinking." He glanced at her, his heart warming at the sight of her concerned expression. "I figured I'd stop by and see you."

Marinette patted the spot next to her on the chaise lounge. "Come. Sit. You look like you could use a break."

Grateful for the invitation, Chat settled down beside her, letting out a contented sigh. "This is nice," he murmured, closing his eyes and feeling the tension in his body begin to melt away.

He felt her fingers gently running through his hair, and he couldn't help but purr softly. "You work so hard, mon minou. You deserve to relax," she said softly.

Her touch was soothing, and he nuzzled into her hand, feeling his eyelids grow heavy. "Your touch is magical, purrincess. I could fall asleep right here."

"Maybe you should," Marinette suggested, her voice tender. "You look exhausted."

Leave it to Marinette to be able to see straight through him. How could he have thought any differently? Chat cracked open one eye and gave her a lazy smile. "Only if you purromise to stay with me."

She nodded, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "I promise."

With a satisfied hum, Chat laid his head on her lap, curling up like a contented cat. Marinette continued to stroke his hair, her fingers tracing gentle patterns that lulled him into a deep sense of peace. Within minutes, the rhythmic motion of her hand and the warmth of her presence sent him into a deep sleep.

Even as he drifted off, a part of him remained aware of her, the steady rise and fall of her breathing, the gentle beat of her heart. He felt safe, cherished, and completely at ease. In this quiet moment, all his worries and burdens seemed to fade away, leaving only the pure, unadulterated comfort of being with her.

As the night wore on, Chat’s dreams were filled with the warmth of her touch and the sound of her laughter. He didn't know how long they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's presence, the two of them snoring softly, but he knew he never wanted it to end.

The moon watched over them, casting a protective glow. Two heroes, wrapped in a moment of tranquility, finding solace in each other's presence. In the heart of Paris, beneath the stars, they shared a quiet catnap, dreaming of a world where they could always find peace in each other's arms.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb #ml #fic #fanfic #marichat #marichatmay2024 #marichatmay #love square

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thebeginnersclock · 14 days

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We accept the love we think we deserve. (Part 2)

GWYN

Memories of how I found out that Azriel is my mate came flashing back as I stared at him beside me in the training ring. His presence, a mixture of strength and solitude, filled the space between us. He leaned over the railings, his long, powerful body poised with an elegance that seemed both natural and otherworldly. His dark hair, now longer than usual, moved with the grace of the wind, framing his sharp, powerful jaw that momentarily clenched. His soft golden eyes were fixed on his scarred hands, deep in thought, while his shadows hovered silently around him, as if they were in deep conversation.

Gods, how can he be so damn beautiful?

I stopped myself from reaching out to him, even though his shadows seemed to probe me otherwise, silently directing me, beckoning me to touch him. I tore my gaze away from him, clenching my hands into fists, trying to control the urge. I looked down at the ground in despair, biting my lip. I shouldn’t have said anything, but my stupid mouth got me into trouble. Again.

I shouldn’t have told him it was my birthday today. I shouldn’t have told him about Catrin. I shouldn’t have confided in him. But when I felt his presence in the ring after running from the turmoil I had back in the library, I knew that this was the second time fate had been playing with me today.

The first instance was waking up drenched in sweat. I had the nightmare again about the shadowy figure of a winged male, reaching out for my hand as I drowned slowly into the abyss, an ethereal blue light lingering around him. I couldn’t go back to sleep after that, despite drinking the strong tonic Clotho had given me the night before.

I dragged myself to the dawn service and felt a sense of relief as I sang my heart out. But when I reached my desk and found a paper rose wrapped in magic, greeting me with a "Happy Birthday," I was reminded again of this dreaded day. I knew the gift was from Clotho—she’s the only person in all of Velaris who knew about my birthday. I knew she meant no harm, but I just couldn’t face it. The darkness must have sensed the emotions I felt inside. I almost heard whispers, felt them like a cat lingering on my skin. I knew I had to get away from there, and I found myself here.

Now, here I was, confronted with Azriel's silent presence. His shadows, those ever-present companions, seemed to sense my turmoil. They hovered around me, brushing against my skin like a whisper of comfort. But I couldn’t accept it. Not today.

My thoughts drifted back to our earlier conversation, and the emotions I had tried so hard to bury surged forward. The weight of my past, of my sister Catrin, pressed down on me like a physical burden. I had told Azriel about my birthday, about Catrin, and it felt like I had torn open a wound that had barely begun to heal.

I stole a glance at Azriel, and my heart ached with a mix of longing and fear. His shadows had always been a comfort to me, a reminder that I was not alone. But today, even they couldn’t chase away the darkness that loomed over me.

Azriel must have sensed my inner struggle because he shifted closer, his golden eyes meeting mine with a gentleness that made my chest tighten. “Gwyn,” he said softly, his voice a balm to my troubled soul. “You don’t have to carry this alone.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly looked away, not wanting him to see me so vulnerable. But his shadows curled around me, offering a silent embrace. I felt his presence, his unwavering support, and it was enough to break through the walls I had built around my heart.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I shouldn’t have burdened you with my past.”

He shook his head, his expression filled with understanding. “Your past is a part of who you are. It doesn’t make you a burden. It makes you strong.”

His words, so simple yet so profound, touched something deep within me. I looked back at him, meeting his gaze with a newfound determination. “Thank you, Azriel,” I said, my voice steadier. “For being here. For understanding.”

He smiled, a rare and beautiful sight, and it felt like a promise—a promise that we would face our demons together, that we would heal together. And in that moment, I realized just how deeply I cared for him. Not just as a friend or a comrade, but as someone I could trust with my heart.

And maybe, just maybe, I could believe that I deserved his love too.

#gwynriel #az x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #sarah j maas #dialogue prompt #fanfic #Spotify

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 2 years

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Hello! I've really been enjoying the NSFW Alphabet, but I'm kinda in the mood for something fluffy. So, if you don't mind and aren't too busy can you do the reactions of the Dorm Leaders of TWST when their boyfriend tells them he loves them for the first time?

Hi, of course! Thank you for requesting!

I love you (ft.dorm leaders)

Prompt: dorm leaders hear their boyfriend say "i love you" for the first time

Warnings: male!reader, reader is a student at nrc, dorm unspecified

riddle rosehearts

° riddle, being the perfect boyfriend he is, helped you with some of the difficult stuff at practical magic. You were sitting in his room, studying excessively

° it was getting quite late, so you decided to wrap up and continue tomorrow. Riddle was about to get up from his sit, when he heard his boyfriend's quiet voice

° "Thank you for helping me once again, things make sense after you explain them, i love you so much."

° you registered your words too late, slapping a hand over your mouth. Riddle stared at you, face red and mouth open. A couple of minutes passed, before he straightened himself on his seat

° "I love you, too, my rose. Don't hesitate to come to me if you're having trouble."

leona kingscholar

° leona was skipping classes again, and you, as his caring boyfriend, were determined to find and scold him. And of course, you found him in the college's garden, sleeping like a baby, at least now you could wake him up

° but leona looked so peaceful and you just couldn't bring yourself on disturbing his nap. Your hand brushed leona's long hair, a warm smile spread on your face

° "Sleep tight, kitty cat. But don't blame me, when Ruggie scolds you after. I love you."

° you felt a little embarrassed for saying it to him while in this state, but suddenly you found yourself lying next to leona with his arms wrapped around you

° "We'll talk about it when i wake up. Now sleep with me, herbivore. Love ya."

azul ashengrotto

° contracts, contracts, contracts. Azul was piled up with contracts and monstro lounge work, his eyes had dark circles under them, he was slowly crumbling. It was a sad view, and the fact that he didn't let you help him made it even worse

° you had to come up with a way to bring azul away from all this work, but nothing was coming to mind. Until a rather embarrassing idea popped in your head

° "Azul, dear, why don't you take a break? I love you, and don't want to see you faint."

° you thought you heard his glasses crack. A pen fell from his hand, azul froze in place, not looking at you. After he composed himself, azul looked up, an adorable blush covered his cheeks

° "My pearl, i love you, too, but please warn me next time you decide to say such things. Made my heart stop for a bit."

kalim al-asim

° it was a party thrown in your honor, kalim gave you so many presents, but you weren't even sure why he was having a party in the middle of a week, yet along in your name

° kalim led you to the treasure room, telling you to choose whatever you want. You stopped him on track, when his suggestions started to get bigger and more expensive

° "Kalim, wait! I love you so much, but I don't need expensive gifts to know you do, too."

° kalim stared at you with teary eyes, hands over his mouth. He pulled you into a hug, and you heard some weak sobs. When he let go, kalim let out a laugh at your confused face

° "Sorry if i scared you. You said you love me for the first time, and I'm just so happy! I love you too, my treasure!"

vil schoenheit

° vil was irritated when neige became once again most popular actor by collective vote. Of course, vil tried not to pay any attention to it, but he slowly started getting in his head

° you knew his worries, always complimenting him and cheering vil up. Honestly, you yourself never understood what neige had that vil didn't, so you decided to voice your opinion

° "I don't understand what's so great about that boy. You are much more handsome, plus i love you, so he really doesn't– Vil?"

° you catch vil looking at you with an expression you've never seen before, he was speechless, lips parted and brows furrowed a bit

° "Well, this is just rude! The fact that you mentioned neige and your love for me in one sentence is unacceptable. Say you love me again until I'm satisfied, potato!"

idia shroud

° you both were playing games in his room just as usual, you were fighting a boss in co-op. Idia was sitting next to, leaning on your shoulder. The battle was intense and you both didn't know if you'd make it

° but just as you were about to die, idia stunned the boss with a particularly powerful strike. You both yelled in victory, hugging each other close

° "Yes! Idia, you did it! We beat that boss, thanks to your strike! You're amazing, i love you so much!"

° idia made a strange sound, when he heard your words. His face was covered in blush, tips of his hair matching the color of his cheeks. He wasn't sure if he should say anything in return, but eventually replied

° "mm, i-i l-l-love you, t-too! You're were a-amazing yourself... L-let's do another boss."

malleus draconia

° indeed a wonderful night it was for a walk. Malleus held your hand delicately, a soft smile adored his face. He felt so comfortable around you, so overwhelmed with love for his boyfriend

° a warmth spread in your chest, you squeezed malleus' hand, looking at him. You just couldn't hold what you felt for him in, and decided to tell him

° "malleus, i just want you to know, how much i love you. Words cannot describe what i feel right now."

° malleus turns to face you, taking your both hands in his. The look in his eyes erased all nervousness you ever had, as his long fingers caressed yours

° "I want you to know, that i love you, too. More than anything in the entire world and with my whole heart. I truly cherish you, my one and only."

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t0kidal · 1 year

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What if? Part 2.

Now that yes, you and your son are safe, you’ve lost your wings, all that was left to do was adjust.

More or less...

After all, one of a demon’s most distinct traits were their wings... without them...

Needless to say, learning to cope without them would be a bit hard.

But it wasn’t like anyone else had to know.

Yes, ‘No one else has to know’, is what you were thinking until (after a little cry session with your son) the doors leading to outside opened...

And in walked Sullivan, one of the three greats.

His cat demon butler.

A Naberius.

And their really big masked friend.

‘Shit.’

You shouldn’t be this calm... but what could you do? You were still weary and weak from whatever ordeal you and Iruma -- who was still clinging to you as if you might vanish before his eyes -- went through.

So you go on the initiative.

You sit up and cover your horns then your fangs as you spoke, “Good afternoon. Thank you for taking care of me and my son. Is... there anything you needed from us?”

Swallow your nerves and steel your resolve.

Meet their eyes straight on.

That quickly crumbled as you subconsciously squeeze your son a little tighter when the biggest one comes walking over. But... he does so slowly... making sure you see each step he takes as he pulls up a chair and sits at your bedside opposite of Iruma.

“Hello, Ms...?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Balam Shichiro, you can call me Balam.”

He seems a little hesitant to continue... but as you look at him expectantly, and relax your hold on Iruma (who takes to standing by you, his hand in yours) He continues.

“First, I’d like to ask how much do you remember.”

And so the questions continue, slowly, gently, you managed to ask him a couple in return and learn that he’s a scientist, he tutors some magic history but his main course was on...

Imaginary creatures...

‘Shit!’

Seeing your eyes widen when you learn this and how you squeeze Iruma’s hand, he’s quick to cut to the chase, a little panicked himself

“We know your son’s human. But! It’s ok, truly, he’s not in any danger, or trouble.”

“But the same can’t be said for you.”

You’re pale, almost faint as the Naberius growls that out. His unhurried steps full of poise and grace only told you how dead you were.

Instinctively you bare your fangs.

He only scoffs at that.

“You’ve violated Netherworld law-”

“Kalego-kun!” Interrupted his friend, but he keeps going.

“As you know the Naberius clan works as the best guardians in the Netherworld. With my position as Babyl’s guard dog, my older brother stands as a vital part... Of Border Patrol.”

You don’t say anything, you can’t say anything, what to do, what do you do?

“I should re-” A hard chop to the head by the cat demon startles you. ‘Kalego-kun’s’ head is snapped forward as he trembles in barely contained rage.

“Bad dog.”

“OpEra... SenPai.”

“Now now, settle down you three~”

Ah... if you didn’t know you were screwed, you’re screwed. It only takes two steps for him to usher ‘Opera’ and ‘Kalego’ out the room.

Leaving you with himself and the scientist.

“You’re not having Iruma.” You rush out. “You’re not going to lay a hand on him, so help me Delkira-”

“Now now~ I understand you two have had a long and stressful week~ But let’s settle down and discuss the most important details.”

You fall silent, still extremely unsure, but then...

A gentle squeeze, a gentle voice...

“It’ll be alright mom, I think we can trust them... they watched out for me while you were sleeping. And were so kind...”

...

You sigh, “Alright... if you say so, Iruma.”

As Sullivan explains, you were asleep for a week, Iruma had woken up four days before you did, they’re not taking him away, no one’s going to eat him, unstable magic released from the border caused the extreme pain but... that’s not all that’s happened.

“Iruma-kun... Why don’t you show your mother what we’ve been practicing~”

At that, Iruma take a second to concentrate... and suddenly, a pair of wings spread from his back.

Feathered, a dark almost black indigo...

They looked just like yours.

Iruma could only smile sheepishly at your expression, surprise, mixed with amazement, and disbelief. Was this possible? was this real? would your boy finally fly as he wished?

“Oh my gosh this is... Amazing Iruma! You... you have wings! Wings of your very own!”

All of their smiles fall... and the atmosphere thickens... at that last phrase.

“Hmm?” You look around, a little confused...

“Mom... These wings... aren’t mine...”

“They’re yours, Y/n-san.” Balam continues, “As a human... he can’t grow a pair of wings... such is simply... outside of his biological capabilities. But... as he shares... some kind of connection with you... it seems like... somehow.. wing roots were transferred to him.”

“From... me...”

“Yes.”

You pause... letting it all soak in... before tentatively reaching behind you... touching your back, trying to touch where your wing roots used to be... trying to call out your wings...

Your wings...

And you slowly give up... and let go...

“Oh... I... I see...”

You don’t look at them as you think for a second... they’re saying something to you but you don’t really hear them...

But you quickly snap out of it when you hear sniffles and see... your little boy, crying.

“I’m sorry mom... I shouldn’t have asked what it was like to fly, I should’ve-”

“Iruma.” You calmly interrupt him, “What did I say about ‘Should’ve’ or ‘Shouldn’t’ve’ or ‘what if’s ?”

“They don’t help anyone... most of all yourself?”

“Exactly. Iruma, I’m not mad, I’m not sad. You don’t have to worry about me. I understand that you do because you’re my son and you love me just like how I love you. But none of this was your fault and it never will be.”

You take a brief moment to pause, wiping away his tears, casting a look to the other two still in the room.

They take the hint and leave... once they do, you scoot over and let Iruma lean into your side. He almost never does this, always being so self sufficient even without your teachings and you were so proud of him for his resilience.

“Iruma, to tell you the truth... last night... I made a wish. Deep in my heart I knew how frustrating it must’ve been to be so different from the other children, and wanting what they had... I knew that, this spiel of ours... you, a human disguised as a demon in the Netherworld, might end one day. Lucky for us it doesn’t look like that’ll be today... but that’s besides the point.”

You take to stroking his hair, the little cowlick on the top of his head relaxing as he did.

“I have wanted nothing more than for you to be happy here... safe from the cruel humans who left you here... free to pursue your ambitions. Now that you have wings... and look more like a demon... I think it’ll be a bit easier for you... I love you, Iruma.”

This prompts him to cry a little more, and you let him... after all, he needed these moments... moments to decompress and be allowed to grieve, as he was already so strong.

You hope that your son, never falls to despair.

~~~

Little did either of you know the serious faces on three out of the four outside as they listened to your spiel.

~~~

“Thank you for your Hospitality” You can’t help but bow, “Are you sure we haven’t overstayed our welcome?”

Naberius and Balam had left a few hours earlier after a checkup and a firm talking to. As Balam ran some check ups (big warm handed himbo alert) you had a bit of a... dilemma killing the blush that threatened to tint your cheeks.

Whereas Kalego made it very clear that, should you cause any more trouble he’ll be forced to take action... but nothing about his brother so you assumed that he’s saying he’ll help if anything else happens.

“Nonsense~! It’s always nice to have guests around~. It’s been much too quiet~!” Sullivan, as you came to learn, was a wild card and liked variety in his life.

“Sullivan-sama, shall I prepare dinner for all of us?”

“All?”

“Why yes~! You’re staying for dinner aren’t you~? It’ll be quite darks soon~!”

Well... that was true... you guessed it couldn’t hurt... After all you were still a little weak, and should anything happen you might not be able to protect both yourself and Iruma.

“Thank you again for helping us.”

“It was my pleasure!”

~~~

But that was Friday. Saturday, and Sunday, you tried to return home only for Sullivan and Opera to give more excuses. You were grateful but unsure of why exactly they wanted you and Iruma around so bad.

On the Monday after, you decide to walk with Iruma to school.

It felt a little more like he was walking you though. No doubt with the loss of your wings you felt... more fragile... brittle... like a youthful old woman if that made sense... And you supposed Iruma could sense that too despite your reassurances that you were still fully capable of self defense.

Granted, the option to run away is severely limited now but it wasn’t anything to cry over...

To your surprise, you were personally greeted by Iruma’s teacher. You had called ahead to sign him up for flying supplementary courses... oh...

There was Naberius Kalego standing behind them.

Rest in peace.

“Y/n-san! It’s so good to have you!” They were almost crying... what is going on?

After seeing the mirth and the question on your face, “He was here to do an evaluation...”

You pat their shoulder, “Rest in peace.”

They sob, ‘thank you’ s faint as you turn your head in question to Naberius.

“Tch, that damn Chair demon sent me here, I’ve already finished my investigation of the environment, and will be leaving soon.”

You only nod.

Iruma and his teacher went inside not soon after, and you too this opportunity to start walking to your shift.

And you hear another set of footsteps walk with you.

... ‘Lo and behold, it’s Naberius.

Some time during your walk, your work place was neither close nor far from Iruma’s school, Naberius Kalego decides to break the ice.

“I wanted to apologize for the other day. Springing on you like a wild dog was unbecoming of me, and put unnecessary stress on you after such a horrifying experience.”

“... It was... really painful...”

“I can only imagine, and I’d like to say... I’m sorry. Though I know that can’t make up for much of my rudeness.”

“.. Thank you... I really appreciate that... But you’re right.”

You’re still a demon after all, though you do appreciate the apology.

“How do you plan on compensating me for this?” You pause and whip your gaze over to the demon.

“Tch, What? I suppose you’ll be asking for a favor? Whatever it is I’m not do-”

“It’s for Iruma. Since he’s still new to flying... I’d like it if you could watch out for him... I’ll probably ask Balam-san if he knows any other avian demons to teach him how to fly... er...”

Aaaand there goes your bravado.

But to your surprise, he’s actually considering it.

“He’s going to be a first year in the high school division after this summer right? Your request, makes sense... after all, it’d put Babyls to shame if I didn’t do my job properly... Granted, he might not be in my class.”

True... but.. you do a slight bow, “Thank you anyway... I really appreciate it.”

He looks so shocked, and perplexed, but says nothing and leaves with a coffee after you clock in for work.

He wasn’t your only visitor for the day. Soon after, Balam came along. You were about to just, sit around for lunch, but apparently, he had something to talk to you about.

So, once you two were seated, in the back, he started to discuss (VERY quietly) possible connections, other than emotional ones, that would allow your wings to go from you to Iruma.

“Do you recall.. if anything happened?.. Like... maybe some kind of transference of blood?”

You had to snort at that, and you do, but you almost choke on your food.

But he takes this as wrathful disbelief, “Not to say that you intentionally drank any or anything of the sort bu-”

“No no.. you’re fine... I wasn’t quite sure just what he was when I found him. He was just a little kid right? But he smelled unusual... which attracted a lot of monsters near my house.. I had to fight them off... but... I got hurt pretty bad at some point.”

He listens intently, curious, you suppose that that’s normal for a scientist...

“And then..” you smile, “even as a little kid... no older than four maybe five... he tried to protect me. And it was so strange and heart warming that someone so small trusted me already... But of course, this didn’t suddenly make him an expert at combat no... then, when he was struck, a little drop of blood, by some miracle or force of luck, landed in my wound and I was healed.

That’s the only occurrence that comes to mind...”

Balam was satisfied with this, and frantically jotted down some notes, he stays and you chat for a little, before he ultimately has to leave.

Feeling eyes on your back, you turn your head and see your juniors looking at you with starry eyes.

“Y/n-san, was that your partner?”

“No! How could he be! She walked over here with that devi-handsome guy! The one with the sharper face!”

“But then who just left? who stayed to talk to her?!”

“Th-”

You gotta nip this in the bud, “Alright! Alright! Let’s leave it be alright? I understand that this is a rare occurrence but they were just checking on me after that emergency last Friday, remember? And I don’t recall ‘updates on personal lives’ to be a part of our contracts.”

They immediately droop, which makes you feel a little bad but it’s for the better.

“C’mon, don’t you two have any tea from your lives to spill?”

You could only laugh as they both turn red and protest.

Opera had come by later that afternoon to pick up another order for Sullivan.

The ensuing conversation led to a lot of questions after though...

“Y/n-san, we were wondering if you’d be interested in moving a little closer to town.”

That made you pause, before continuing to double check the order information.

“Opera-san, I understand that what happened was... startling, but as you and I both know, I’m perfectly happy where I am. It’s a place where I can live through my own volition as well as provide Iruma with all that I can. I would hate to impose on you and... (here, you drop your voice) Sullivan-sama.”

His ears twitch a little, and you can clearly see that he doesn’t plan on giving up.

He also drops to a whisper, “In actuality, Sullivan-sama and I have grown fond of you and Iruma. (noticing your immediate distrust) And no, it’s not because of you know what.”

You sigh and get back to work, “I said no, Opera...” it could be an opportunity for Iruma... “It’s too sudden for my tastes.”

“Understood, I’ll try again later. Take care then.”

“Wait no- that’s not what I-” Aaand... he’s gone.

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Iruma’s day was... enough to say, chaotic as all hell.

Which is technically where he lives but still.

His classmates, though many did not like him for his gentle nature, were more or less unsurprised by his wings. It was a bit of a fuss when they were first having flight classes and he had to sit out so often in the past, seeing how perfectly healthy they are now changes some things...

But it was ok, really, he was going to be graduating and going to high school soon.

The day he got these things though... his classmates call it a freak growths spurt...

‘A wiggling under his skin, and then a sharp pain that traveled everywhere, up and down, settling behind his eyes and in his toes...’

He shakes it off, opting to not think about it.

What he can’t stop thinking about, however, is how important these wings are...

His mom, the woman who raised him, who kept him alive for so long despite her own struggles and provided him with every necessity he could ever need... not to mention that unconditional love critical for any child’s growth...

What was she supposed to do now?

He knows how important wings are in demon society... it can determine your love life, your profession, the difference between life or death...

Even though she reassured him, he still worried... but for now... he’s got no other choice than to trust her.

And to get stronger so that he could stay with her. Yes, as a human... he’s got no choice.

He wants this, he needs this, because this is where fate brought him... and this is where he chooses to be.

#mom reader #mairimashita! iruma kun #balam shichiro #naberius kalego #opera mairuma #lord sullivan

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Ancient Magic and Parseltongue

The continuation of the "Pureblood Muggle". I hope you like it as much as the first one.

Content Warning: There is death in this chapter, I apologize.

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Chapter One

Not Over Yet

A soft laugh blew air over your ear as you gave a stretch of your paws. "I do like spending days like this," Ominis whispered, nudging against your head. "Me too," you admitted with sleep settling over your mind again. You had chosen an area not far from the castle, but secluded so no one would see a house cat lounging with a leopard. Though you both took the forms of cats, they were vastly different. "It's nice not having worries or years worth of homework to do." He chuckled. "I can imagine." You peaked out from under your lids, seeing him smelling the air as he tensed. "Sebastian's prowling again?" "He's nearby, but I think he's learned his lesson about scaring you while you sleep." You huffed as you moved your head to lay across his paw. "It's his own fault." "Was not. You shouldn't have clawed me that deeply!" His voice drifted your way, getting you to look over seeing the silver fox just before he was tackled by the red one. "You shouldn't have said anything," Anne teased, bouncing away from her brother and sat down next to Natty. "You lose. You owe us a butterbeer." "That's not fair, I was defending myself!" Sebastian looked towards you. "You're helping me buy them." "No, I'm not. I just wanted to relax in the sun. You wanted to play hunter/prey." Poppy raced over, breathing heavily. "Professor Fig," she started almost wheezing, but she said enough. You climbed up to your feet and shifted, getting her to sigh. "Is he hurt?" She shook her head as the Sallow twins, Natty and Ominis shifted. "He needs to talk to you." You didn't wait for more information, before you raced off towards the school, your friends trailing behind you. Your time as animals had given you opportunity to explore the area well and an agility to avoid tripping over vines and branches. Too many things could have gone wrong. The repository, your father, Ominis's parents. It was better to get the information quickly. Fig was waiting at the castle gates with an official looking man and Sharp. "Ah, here she is." You slowed to a walk, noticing their eyes turn to you. "What's this about?" The man you didn't know, clocked your friends, before speaking. "May we speak in private?" "Uh?" Fig gave you a smile, motioning for you to follow. "We can use my office." Sharp stopped your friends from following, which made you look back worriedly, seeing them mirroring it.

For added security, the man you didn't know placed a spell on the room to prevent people from listening in. "Am I in trouble?" Fig shook his head, a small smile showing on his face. "This man is Richard Jordon, an auror," Sharp mentioned. The man taking it as his que to begin, he took a step towards you. "We're having a problem with a Hamlet, I'm sure you're familiar with, Feldcroft. Specifically in Rookwood castle." Confused, you glanced to Fig. "What does this have to do with me?" "We can't see the cause of the destruction, but I know you can see things others can't. We think you might be able to help us." "Destruction?" "Rookwood castle had been destroyed and sucked up completely. It's eating its way towards the town." Your eyes bugged. "I can definitely see how that's a problem." "I need you to go to that town and stop it if you can. It's protected by aurors right now and they have been able to slow it enough for us to evacuate the towns people." "When do you think it's best to leave?" "As soon as possible. So please, get ready quickly." "I'd like to go with her," Fig said quickly as you headed towards the door. "Very well." When you opened it, you saw three figures outside, hidden by the disillusionment charm. You hurriedly shut the door. "Such nosey friends I have," you teased as you headed down the stairs. "Are you in trouble?" Ominis asked, breaking his spell. "No, there's just an issue in one of the Hamlet's the aurors think I can help with," you answered quickly leading them from the room. "So, they came here to request your help?" Sebastian asked, earning a sharp shushing. "What? This has to be huge. What's really going on?" "I'm going to talk to the keepers. They may have more insight."

They followed you down. Anne, who hadn't been down in the map chamber, looked around in awe. "I was wondering when we'd see you. Charles told us about the destruction of his castle." "What?!" Sebastian asked stepping closer to see your face. "Sebastian, please. I'm trying to find this out too. I will explain everything." His heckles soothed so you looked to the keepers. "Can our magic go unstable after long periods?" "Not as far as we know, but the magic at Rookwood castle had been tampered with by Ranrock. There's no way of knowing if he missed one and broke it's container," Percival answered. "If it is, I can't imagine the devastation it'll cause." "According to the auror, it's taken Rookwood castle and slowly heading towards Feldcroft," you said, with Sebastian trying to step forward again, but was held back by Anne. "They're taking me there once I'm ready." "What?" Ominis took your other side, his brows pinched. "It's too dangerous." "If I don't go, it'll take out Feldcroft. The aurors are slowing it and have evacuated the town." He made a small noise to let you know he didn't like this idea, but didn't press it. "It does seem ancient magic is the probable cause of the disruption, but we won't know for sure until you visit and tell us," Bakar replied, getting you to sigh and nod. "You're not going alone!" Ominis said, quickly catching your wrist. "This could be a trap as much as it could be ancient magic." "Ominis-" "You already told us where to go. We will go there and wait for you to show up. There's a floo network right outside," Sebastian said as Anne nodded. Grumbling, you nodded. "Fine, meet us in Feldcroft and don't let anyone see or hear you." Ominis squeezed your wrist, before following the twins out of the chamber. "Let's hope none of us get hurt." "Your friends are capable," Nimah replied, smiling at their retreating backs. "Besides, they could be what saves your life in the end. It's best to let these things run their course." You huffed as you turned to leave. "Good luck!" They called after you.

Richard apperated you and Fig to Feldcroft, seeing a large dome of magic being held by many different aurors, but what was worse was the angry swirl of magic violently thrashing just inside it. "By your expression, I'm guessing they were on point?" Fig asked, grabbing Richard's attention. "Oh, yeah. It's not as bad as Isadora's, but its still substantial." You nearly jumped when you felt a hand slip into yours. "Let's go, but out of safety for the Hamlet, we can only keep the barrier open for a few seconds," Richard said as he led the way towards the large dome. "Do you want me to go with you?" Fig asked, glancing at you. "No. No one should follow me in. There's no guarantee it wouldn't hurt someone who did." Fig nodded, but the hold on your hand tightened, silently defiant. You moved closer, feeling the hand let go. "Alright, ready?" You nodded, taking a deep breath as Richard pointed his wand at the barrier, creating a hole large enough for you to fit through. You moved in, your hair immediately swirling due to the wind the magic was making. You looked back as the barrier closed, Fig's worry made you smile sadly. "I'll be okay." He gave a nod and smiled the best he could as you turned and began towards the crater. You slid down the side, trying to be careful, but you hit into something soft and warm. "Are you okay?" Ominis asked, the disillusionment charm falling, quickly followed by Sebastian and Anne's. "What are you doing in here? Didn't you hear what I said-" "Given what happened last time, I wasn't going to let you come in here alone," Ominis clarified, helping steady you when you slipped on rubble. "And we're just nosey," Sebastian teased, but the smile fell when he saw how terrified you were. "You're turning into a teacher. We can defend ourselves." "I wasn't-" "You came in here thinking you weren't going to survive this, didn't you?" Anne asked, getting both boys to look in your direction. "What?" Ominis asked softly, his voice trembling. "Did you-" "No, not die. But, you can't see the magic that's swirling around our heads. It's strong." Sebastian nodded. "Which is why having back up is important. We can protect you while you do your thing." You couldn't exactly expect the aurors to let them out, it would be devastating. "Fine, but just keep protego at the ready. Please?" Keeping a hold on your hand, Ominis followed you, ready to protect you if needed as the twins trailed behind. You found the mass of magic by a broken repository. With Ominis beside you, Anne on the other and Sebastian at your back, you began to force it back into a cage. The strain making Ominis's hand tighten. The moment you had it enclosing, it exploded, shooting hot air your group, which Anne and Ominis instantly protego-ed. The air became thick, almost painful to breath as Ominis tried to cover your body with his as much as he could. Dust and smoke obscured anything outside the shields. Finally, when everything settled, you saw the repository was gone, but you were in the side of a cave. "Uh? What happened?" Sebastian asked, looking back at you. You shrugged. "This hasn't happened before." "Well, it could have caused it when you sealed the magic. But, let's go tell everyone the good news," Anne said, glancing around. You wanted to point out the magic was gone, but decided to just follow the group out of the cave, seeing no aurors, no Fig and no Hamlet, just a large empty field. "The air smells different," Ominis whispered as he held up his wand. "We don't know either," you admitted once you seen fear replace shock.

Everything had changed, none of the villages were there anymore as you walked towards Hogwarts. "I've got a bad feeling," Ominis said as you noticed the Quidditch pitch was gone. "You're not the only one," you whispered as you pushed open the door to Hogwarts, seeing it deserted. "Okay?" Sebastian said, drawing the word out. "Where is...everything?" You continued towards the great hall, Ominis freezing for a second. "What's wrong?" "I hear voices, but none I recognize." Taking a deep breath, you pulled the door open, the noise drawing everyone's eyes to your group. Your eyes saw four figures where you've only seen in pictures. "Good lord," you whispered, instinctively taking a step back. "What?" Ominis asked. "We're about to meet Godric, Helga, Rowena and Salazar," you answered softly, as they headed towards you, getting Ominis to tense as you moved back from the door.

The four of you stood in front of the four of them. They were watching you closely, taking in your clothes and the snake patches on your robes that were similar to the green on Salazar's. "From a different school?" Godric asked. You nodded, grateful to Natty for telling you so much about her school and hoped they wouldn't question the lie. "From Uganda. Our parents were from here originally and had us out there due to no school. When they heard this one was starting, they transferred us." Salazar looked at each of his companions. "And you just happened to be dressed in robes we haven't given out yet and don't recognize?" "These are the kind of clothes in Uganda. They told us about the patches, they picked the ones they thought we'd be in." "We'll be the judges of that," Salazar replied standing up. "First, I want to know your family status." As if rehearsed, Godric, Helga and Rowena sighed together. "We're all purebloods," Sebastian said quickly. He started hissing, his eyes darting between all of you, his eyes landing on Ominis when he hissed back. Parseltongue, huh? I guess he would want to know that. "Very well, I'll take you in my house." He said that with such a tone that it made you shiver. "Follow me, I'll lead the way."

You knew where it was, but you were surprised when he walked into it with you. The students waiting wore older style wool robes covering their tunics. "We're way over dressed," Anne whispered as Salazar swooped over to the middle of the room. "Now, to make things clear for our new students and to know what's required of you," he said waving his hand seeing a girl stand up, her eyes glowing green. "The Imperious curse," Anne whispered, horror clearly heard, making you grateful you were too far from the other students for them to hear it. Ominis unconsciously took a step closer to you. "Tell us your name," Salazar said, his voice dripping in venom. "And your blood status." "Amara Apollo. I'm a half blood." Ominis was now pressed into your side. "In this school we only accept purebloods. Your parents will get the message," he said pressing the tip of his wand to the girl's chest, pulling a glittering mist from her. You inhaled, drawing Salazar's attention as your eyes remained glued to her magic now stuck to his wand. He pressed it to his chest, stealing it as his eyes flickered. "Avada Kadavra!" The room flashed green and the girl fell to the floor as the room cheered. Salazar looked around at all the shocked faces of the new students, his eyes landing on you after you had fixed a neutral expression. He smirked as he moved closer. "Clean up this mess." He stopped in front of your group. "You're certainly welcomed in my house. I look forward to watching you grow." He left the common room, making you let out the breath you had been holding, as everyone else moved to go to their dormitory. "Poor girl," Anne whispered once the room was empty. "Why did he say that stuff to you?" Sebastian asked. "Salazar has ancient magic. He stole her magic before killing her." "Great, supercharged psychopath."

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#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis x you #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #eleazar fig #salazar slytherin #godric gryffindor #helga hufflepuff #rowena ravenclaw

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- Good News -

“Would you like something to drink?”, Phil eagerly asked the young Mormon missionary, who’d just knocked on his door just a couple of minutes ago, asking if he would like to hear about the Savior. Phil invited him in, but of course, he was more interested in the young man than Jesus Christ. “Sure, a tea would be fine, thank you very much!”, said the naïve youth in a short-sleeves, white collared shirt with charcoal poorly fitted gray suit pants and cheap dress shoes.

“So Aaron, how old are you now?” Phil asked, while pouring the tea inside a mug, and sprinkled in some mysterious, tasteless white powder. “I just turned 20 last month”, Aaron nervously answered. “This is actually the first time I go out on my own, without a chaperone”. Well, well, a lucky day for Mr. Phil...

Aaron slowly sipped on the tea as he went through the pamphlets. The whole time Phil just stared at the young man who was sitting next to him on the couch instead of the papers in front of him, anxiously anticipated the sign of the “sugar” taking effect on the unsuspected victim.

“Phew, isn’t it a little hot in here?” Aaron felt a little woozy and started to sweat.

“Why don’t you loosen that tie off? Here, let me help you...” Phil reached out and attempted to grab the young man’s necktie, but Aaron recoiled and stood up, but suddenly a strange force just invaded his mind, and the room began to spin in front of him.

“I... I think I should go...” Aaron mumbled as his lips became numb.

“But I don’t want you to go.” Phil smirked. “Stay here with me. It’s my turn to show you some great stuff...”

Aaron stepped backward away from the creepy man, but his motor control started giving up on him. He tripped on the carpet and nearly fell on his back, had Phil not catching him on time and let the stunned young man collapse onto his lap instead. As Aaron passed out soundly on Phil’s manboobs, he caressed the Mormon brown hair with one hand and the other unfastened the young man’s tie and shirt buttons all the way down. He gave the sleeping missionary a gentle pat on the chest over his moist white undershirt, and then bridal carried him to another room. Aaron’s lanky frame did not cause any trouble to the older man, and Phil finally laid him on his bed. He continued removing Aaron’s clothing items there, from his ugly short sleeve button-up shirt to his under shirt, then down to his belt and trousers and shoes, until there were only the “magic underpants” and socks on.

Phil proceeded to bind the young man’s legs over his socks with a fluffy pink handcuff, and did the same with his hands, and put a ball gag in his drooling mouth. He then with one hand pulled down the unconscious missionary’s underpants and jacked him off until his dick became rock hard, while the other one did the same for himself. He then kneeled over the youth and frotted him Unfortunately the drug did not help maintaining an erection, so Phil gave a penis ring to Aaron, as a souvenir. After covering the young man’s popsicle with his cock juice, Phil took some photos of the Mormon in compromising position with a Polaroid. He kept most the pictures in a hidden stash, alongside others of those who came before Aaron, and left one in the pocket of the young man’s trousers.

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Aaron suddenly woke up on Phil’s couch, fully dressed as if he just took a cat nap in a strange man’s living room. There, he had the oddest dream ever; it made him both embarrassed and... excited. Aaron just grabbed his belongings and made a quick getaway without saying goodbye to the host. As the sun started to go down, the young missionary worried if he’d be reprimand for his misbehavior. He felt something in his pants obstructing his strides down the street, which reminded him about the weird dream he had earlier. He looked down, trying to adjust what seemed to be just a wedgie without letting other people around him notice, and something in his pocket caught his attention. He did not remember having any pamphlet there; he then pulled out a small photo, and upon looking at it, he was completely petrified: it had on it the image of him rocking a red ball gag, with someone else’s penis resting on his sleeping face.

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This is the same characters as my last thing but takes place well before it and is just fluff. I promise. Only warning is mentions of pregnancy

Oliver still wasn’t used to this new world. The colors were weird and the animals bit him more than he was used to. The cat they fed outside would let him pick her up though. His dad said that she’d be able to come in during bad weather, but his mom was allergic so it wasn’t good for her while she was pregnant.

Earth was safe for the baby to grow up. Oliver knew that, that was why they were here. To keep the family safe. But he felt in the pit of his stomach that it couldn’t be that easy.

He stayed at his mother’s side, each ache and sickness from her pregnancy sent a worry through his heart. And at night he’d peer from his bedroom door, looking towards the basement, the scratched paint on the door like a grin stretching across it. The scratch was from them moving in the furniture for the baby.

The room was all set up, Oliver had helped pick out paint colors. The ceiling was a soft glowing orange like the sky of their home and the walls had dinosaurs on them. Oliver had learned about them in school; he couldn’t believe they used to exist here.

At night he crept across the hall to his parent’s bedroom. The door was always unlocked, letting him in and hearing his mother’s snoring. His dreams were still plagued by them. At first he had thought that they had managed to break through into his head again but his dad explained nightmares after he told them what happened in them. It brought little comfort.

He stopped at the end of the bed, the light of the full moon falling onto him as he held tightly to a stuffed purple tiger. He watched his parents for a moment before carefully creeping around to his mother’s side. He touched her belly, feeling the movement and his hand being kicked at. It helped him to relax a little before looking at her as she hiccupped herself away from it.

She looked over. “Ollie?” She carefully started pushing herself up. “Ollie, what are you doing here?”

“I had another nightmare,” he said, squeezing the toy tight. “I just needed to see you guys.”

Her expression softened and she nodded, shifting as he tried to make room for him. Luckily the bed was big enough for the three of them.

“Alright, come here. Let’s try to get some sleep, okay?” She smiled and kissed his head, letting him nuzzle against her shoulder. They both settled back into sleep, her holding him close and him curled into her side as best he could.

Hours later however, the sky still dark and the stars still littering the wide expanse, Agate woke again. She looked at the ceiling, staring as she wondered what had woken her. Then she gasped at the sudden pain, sitting up as she put a hand to her belly.

“Oh shit…” She moved, reaching over Oliver as he started to stir. She shook her husband’s shoulder. “Oleander. Lee, it’s…it’s time.”

Oleander sat up all at once, hair sticking in every which way and eyes wide. “Now?”

“Dear--”

“Right, right, I-I’m ready, I got it.”

Agate watched him hustle off, grabbing the things they had packed to be at the hospital. She looked down at Oliver, who was rubbing his eyes as he looked up at her.

“We’re going to be heading to the hospital soon, love, you’re going to need to change,” she said gently. They’d talked extensively about where they’d be having the baby, considering they weren’t even of this world. But the fear of something going wrong, they’d had trouble conceiving before with Oliver and this pregnancy hadn’t been without its challenges. Oleander, as skilled as he was in many things from medical to magical, he wanted the assurance of someone trained.

He’d already talked to them, found one they could trust. But he still felt uneasy about this all. This child was surprising, conceived here in the new world. Perhaps something new had given them this gift. That’s what Oliver had been, a gift of the gods before they were gone.

At least they could be calmer about a second child, the first had been genuinely terrifying when he wasn’t sure if she’d make it. If either of them would.

The family met at the living room, Oliver helping his mom as Oleander had everything gathered. The hospital felt a long way off as they got Agate into the car and Oleander stopped, pressing a kiss to his head.

“You’re going to be such a wonderful older brother.” They smiled before finally he hoisted Oliver inside, watching him squeeze his toy for comfort again and then started the drive to the hospital. He held Agate’s hand, letting her squeeze with each contraction. He’d be fine. More than fine.

They checked in, Oliver able to stay with them until it was time and Oleander letting him help comfort her. He again told him the story of how he came to be, how the god Oliva came to them and promised him to them after they’d tried for so long. How their faithful service to their home had been repaid with the most beautiful gift.

This child would be a new gift, for a new world to serve.

Oliver eventually found himself sitting in a waiting room. He had a book and his stuffed tiger, but neither comforted him as he waited. A nurse kept an eye on him, and as time dragged longer, Oleander came and checked on him a few times, to sooth his own and Agate’s worry, so she didn’t have to worry during this time. She always worried for him after they came here.

Finally, Oleander came out with a smile on his face, the sun peeking his rays over the mountains but not yet showing its face.

“You have a brother, Ollie,” he said, watching his face light up and hugging him so tightly. “Yarrow.”

“Yarrow… Can I see him and mom?” he asked quickly, tugging his father’s sleeve.

“Of course, of course.” He kissed Oliver’s head, leading him towards the room.

It was still quiet as a nurse let them in. Agate was sitting up, looking exhausted but radiant. In her arms was a small bundle. She shifted, Oliver slowly moving to get on the bed to sit with her, looking down at the face of Yarrow.

He was tinier than Oliver thought he’d be. And had more hair, blonde fuzz on his head. He fussed for a moment, eyes opening to look up at him.

“H-hi…” he said gently.

“Do you want to hold him?” Oliver nodded, never having wanted anything more in his life.

She gently transferred Yarrow into his arms, smiling at the wide eyed expression. Yarrow squinted at him, eyes the same beautiful brown as Oliver’s own. He grabbed Oliver’s shirt, arms moving uselessly as he yawned.

For a moment, nothing else seemed to matter. And for the first time since they moved there, Oliver felt safe and peaceful. He knew that nothing would happen while he had Yarrow. And Yarrow would have him, always. It didn’t matter, he’d give up life itself for this tiny baby in his arms.

This was, of course, a lot for an eleven year old to understand. The deep vast feeling in his chest stayed open but the words that finally came from his lips were much simpler.

“I love you, I’m always gonna be here. I promise.”

#my writing #oc: yarrow #oc: roan #the garden of edos

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Budding Friendship?

More interactions between my Bobo and @daedalusslabyrinth's Pluto! Abel's Pluto OC Story 3 is somewhat relevant to this so please consider reading it first.

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It had been a day or two after Leona's overblot incident. Bobo had gotten in a few naps, but she hadn't let herself truly sleep. She didn't want the nightmares. Not when the one she had in the infirmary had her questioning this reality again.

"Geez, you seem sleepier than usual. What's gotten into you?" Ace asked as Bobo's group of friends entered the cafeteria. Bobo glanced at him, wondering if she was the only one still hung up over what happened. Everyone seemed to have gotten over the whole disaster by simply taking revenge on Savanaclaw during the tournament. Well, that's what Ruggie had basically told her.

"Just... been up late studying." Bobo relunctantly answered. The world of magic is certainly different if someone nearly dying from uncontrollably overusing their magic didn't effect the mages around her. That or they're acting similarly to her, keeping up a front. Though if that's how they're going to be, she wasn't going to act out of line in that regard.

"You're such a goody two shoes." Ace sighed, throwing his hands up in a dramatic display as he shook his head. He then brought his arms down, one landing around Bobo's shoulders.

"What's the point of all that studying if you can't even stay awake?" Ace teased. "All work and no play is going to make you quite dull."

"At least I don't nap during Professor Trein's classes." Bobo grumbled.

"Hey, you can't blame me there! He just drones on and on... it's like the perfect lullaby." Ace whined. Bobo shook her head, trying to hold back an amused smile. Ace noticed and reached a hand up to poke at her cheek. Before he could actually make a comment, Bobo swatted the offending finger away before it made contact.

"Don't touch my face." Bobo responded, her voice betraying her by revealing a slight panic in her tone. It didn't help that Ace felt her tense under his arm. Ace let his hand drop, pulling his arm away as he looked at her. Bobo crossed her arms, realizing she was caught as she looked away. The lack of sleep must be making it easier for her to slip up.

"Are you okay, Bobo?" Deuce asked, the small scene drawing his attention away from Grim. Which Grim took advantage of to try to cut in the cafeteria line. The cat monster not even noticing what was going on with his henchhuman.

"I'm fine... I just... I suppose I should explain why I don't like my face being touched..." Bobo squeezed her own arms, trying to reassure herself that she could open up to these three- or two. She looked over at the Heartslabyul duo just to notice the lack of Grim's presence.

"Or perhaps that should wait until Grim's with us." Bobo stated. Deuce started and looked about.

"Grim! I told you to wait your turn!" Deuce ran off to go find the gremlin. Ace shook his head and ran after him, figuring the boy was going to get himself into trouble. Bobo watched, wondering briefly if they expected her to join them.

She had no interest in doing so. Plus she figured it may work out better for her to keep their place in line. There was a good chance that the troublesome trio would get thrown to the back of the line. Bobo relaxed her stance, dropping her arms to her sides. Should she order for them all? There was a chance that them trying to rejoin her might be seen as cutting in line again.

"Hey babe! Thanks for holding my place!" A voice called out before an arm wrapped around her shoulders. Bobo lurched forward in surprise, nearly stumbling from the surprise weight. She might have to brave those nightmares if she really failed to sense someone get so close to her.

"Pluto?" Bobo looked positively confused at the blue-haired boy. It took a second for her to realize he was using her to cut in line. Something about the timing of that caused an exasperated laugh to escape her.

Pluto withdrew his arm, placing his hands in his pockets. He threw a glance behind him, checking if the students behind them would try to toss him out. They looked disgruntled, but not enough to actually take action.

"...You know what?" Bobo whispered, leaning towards Pluto. He had to lean over towards her short stature in order to hear. Was she able to speak really quietly or was the cafeteria just that loud?

"I'll let you cut in line, but we're going to eat lunch together." Bobo proposed. Pluto gave her an odd look, unsure if she was now hitting on him? Bobo saw his confusion, but didn't quite understand what he didn't get.

"I do want to talk. At least about that pill bottle you gave me." Bobo clarified. Pluto straightened his posture and gave a little nod. He hadn't exactly planned to stick around and chat, but maybe he could just bring her with him. After all, he had someone back in his room that needed lunch as well.

The two waited in comfortable silence, both lost in their own minds. That is, until Bobo's friends came back to regroup with them.

"Hey! What's going on here? You weren't in line with us." Ace glared at Pluto, getting into the boy's space.

"What do you mean? He had been waiting behind us." Bobo calmly stated. "He simply stepped up to give me some company since you three abandoned me. Grim, trying to rush things isn't going to help you."

"Nyah! But I'm hungry! You wouldn't buy me any snacks!" Grim wailed from his prison within Deuce's arms.

"Wait, wait a minute. I could swear that he was not behind us before. Are you lying to me? Your good friend, Ace Trappola?" Ace held a hand over his own heart, giving Bobo a rather disbelieving look.

"Oh come on, you're just throwing a fit because you want to hog the Prefect all to yourself." Pluto responded, trying to step around Ace to get closer to Bobo. Ace wasn't having that. He pulled Bobo into a protective hug, startling her.

"I am not hogging the Prefect!" Ace claimed. Bobo blinked before she started laughing. She brought her arms up around Ace, returning the hug.

"Ace, what would you say you're doing right now?" Bobo continued to laugh. Deuce couldn't help how his face twisted as he tried to hold back from joining in her laughter. Grim snorted and weaseled free to jump onto Ace's shoulder.

"What's the big idea? Didn't this guy help us in the fight against Leona? Stop trying to suffocate my henchhuman." Grim swiped at Ace's head, causing him to let go. The boy tried to swipe back at Grim, but the cat-like monster jumped onto Deuce.

"Do you have some personal grudge against Pluto?" Bobo asked as she crossed her arms.

"Well, yeah, even if he did help us, he's a con man!" Ace threw a hand out in exasperation as he tried to decide if he should focus on Bobo or Grim.

"Considering you do have some grievances with Pluto, I'll have lunch with him by myself." Bobo calmly responded. Ace gaped at her then grabbed her by her shoulders.

"Did you not hear me say he's a con man?!" Ace kept from shaking her.

"I can handle myself, Ace." Bobo brought a hand up, resting it over one of his own. She gave a reassuring, yet tired smile. Ace grumbled and pulled her into another hug.

"I'm not happy about this." Ace gruffed as he glared at Pluto. Pluto might have been torn between returning Ace's animosity or simply smirking. While this might mean he still can't infiltrate the Prefect's friend group, this might be better. He doesn't need to be part of the friend group at all in order to get to know the Prefect better. By the sounds of it, Ace wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

#axv writing #axv writing fanfic #twst related #twst bobo #pluto observer #pluto observer twst oc #twst oc #twst ocs #others oc #daedalusslabyrinth oc #im sure pluto probably would have been a lot more chatty during that whole ace thing #but im not sure how exactly plus this is getting quite long #so might as well leave it as a possible opening for abel to continue or add a bit if he wants?

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