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goldensunset · 4 months
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the story may be silly but this stat breakdown is even sillier
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m1d-45 · 9 months
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on a scale of 1 to 10 — 1 being the least and 10 being the most — how confident are you in surviving an imposter sagau situation?
short answer: i, a non-native in terrain i’ve only ever navigated with 1) a glider 2) no fear of death 3) via a vessel 4) with a map, against various well trained armies, all hellbent on killing me? you’re funny.
now, the long answer…
the long answer, of course, depends on your preferred brand of isekai, as well as the various traits within that. i will… attempt at brevity, but cannot make promises. oh, and there’s no particular order to this list.
1) blood. i myself am more inclined to blue over gold, but that doesn’t matter for this topic. what does matter is if its present and if it manifests immediately.
2) teyvat. is the earth on my side? do the plants and animals know it’s me, or do i need to ‘prove’ it? does it resent me for whatever reason? what’s it’s level of influence (which sounds dumb, but do i have the power of earthquakes and storms or just a few animal helpers?)
3) the imposter situation itself. is there a physical imposter already there,and if so what’s their level of influence? origin? i’d rather go against a wayward traveller than celestia’s puppet. do they have powers? how does teyvat react to them, if at all?
4) speaking of, celestia. are they on my side, the fake’s(if there is one), or staying neutral? what brand of sagau are we even using here? i know i made a post about my version of sagau lore, but one of the key changes since then was celestia. what version of lore are we following?
5) teyvat’s people, emphasis on vision wielders. do they have that subconscious Know? do their visions act up? how do the people overall feel about the one on the throne, if there is one? if there isn’t, is celestia involved in their opinions somehow? what about the traveller, or my vessels?
6) my influence. what can i do? do i have creator abilities, and if so do they take time/some other cue to manifest? is it something i train, or just Click one day? what level? is it an element by element basis, like the traveller, or does that not apply to me? do i have an inventory? if so, can i access the character menus? the map? waypoints? can i move my party, still? do statues of the seven heal me, does food heal me, how do hillichurls and various abyssal beings react to me? ancient gods, such as rhodea (i spelled that wrong) or dvalin or that fucker in the sea outside liyue (yeah i. forgot his name) or azhdaha or yo(u?)kai, if i’m in inazuma? where are we in the in-game lore, by the way?
7) teyvat, again, but this time in terms of biology. i have a few headcanons about teyvat, notably that their gravity is lesser (less fall damage), weather less severe (global warming), and is overall much more temperate/cooler/less humid (global warmingx2 and also just a touch of idealism), so do these apply? this ties into the other points about teyvat, i guess: does the earth let me get cold? can i just shelter in dragonspine?
8) plot armor, for lack of better phrasing. will teyvat let me die? oh, and do i get timeloop’d, or kicked back to my world? do i die, go to my world, then go back to teyvat when i sleep/next log on/whatever? again, tying into other points about teyvat, but will it protect me from death? is my skin like impenetrable or something, or whoops, god is dead, sorry. if i revive in teyvat, is it like that one recent piece i did where the earth moves me? what happens when (if?) i die? does teyvat take revenge?
the long answer… is that it depends.
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sugar-petals · 3 years
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SuperM: Their Orgasm Faces
a/n. i’ve written the same scenario for bts and thought this is perfect for these guys as well 💦
warnings ⚠️ multiple rounds, masturbation, loud sex, crying
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➸ Taemin Constant little trembles. Puffy lips and a huge back arch. Softly moving hips that know exactly what they’re doing, reacting to your every touch. Balmy moans for the gods, they’re such a giant turn-on. His face looks so soft and relaxes into the pleasure without restraint. And my god, the hair. It’s like an old Italian painting. The voice is just as indulging — all those little “ha...” noises he makes. So lush and super breathy. Long story short: He looks perfect in the unlikely case someone forgot. What more can I tell you. He’s broadcasted it to the entire world at this point. In fact, isn’t Taemin’s entire cinematic work a silk and satin-laced compilation of o-faces? Even his haters can’t deny that. He has the perfect variety, perfect sensuality. Never out of place, never too feeble nor too much. He doesn’t just show that to you in bed, he truly owns it. Taemin’s orgasms are really drawn out, it’s the most amazing spectacle. So much to see: And you never know when the first one ends and the second one starts. He’s that erotic and completely swayed by you. If there’s one person completely in tune with his arousal and amps it up to the maximum, and takes you higher yourself with him, that’s Lee Taemin. He cums more beautifully than anyone you’ve ever seen. Fuck, it feels like you have to write him a ten-page thank you letter for being able to witness that. One word suffices: he’s fantastic.
➸ Taeyong You won’t believe it. He is so handsome, but he tries to hide his face. Or buries his hands in his hair, and twists himself to the side. Sometimes, into a pillow. Othertimes, a blanket or a sleeve. Taeyong doesn’t like his pleasure being seen. He’s not just shy; he’s reserved, delicately cautious. He’d rather have his hair fall into his face and conceal all the sweet emotions that surface. His lips are tightly shut and more often than not, he looks away. Even when he’s by himself getting off to the thought of you, he can’t keep his head up. It’s a shame, but you also figure it’s because he gifts himself to you to be very protected, not judged or consumed. Taeyong needs your guidance and strength. That’s why you hug him and let his face rest in the crook of your neck, and it becomes his favorite spot to lean into when he’s coming. Taeyong is more reassured this way. His eyebrows raise and he’s giving you the most heavenly whimpers. It overwhelms him every time. But that’s the place where he can finally moan it out. His voice is so gorgeous, and desperate, and full of gratitude towards you. When he really trusts you, he’s — god — actually grunting in his deep voice and sometimes meets your eye fleetingly. Or sucks in air and holds it before his whole body erupts. Oh my god. Those thighs are gonna go through an entire earthquake. Truth be told: NCT didn’t lie when they sang about a volcano, did they.
➸ Jongin Come on. The main dancer who has his face all up in a camera every stage, making people worldwide bust a nut by just raising a corner of the mouth. If there’s one person with the best, most intense facial expressions? It’s Kai all the way. Just throw the OSCAR right at him. Matter of fact, we all know he is the king of being absolutely stunning in bed. Jongin always looks like he wants to take you in completely, his entire upper body goes forward. His eyes are deep and glistening, but not fully mysterious. First and foremost they’re hundred percent passion just as you’d expect from him. The brows, the fucking brows! The lips, mumbling, and the jaw is in motion even if you wouldn’t pay attention to it at first. And by contrast, he looks more in love than anyone else. Can we appreciate how romantic Kai’s vibe is? How does he do it? He yearns and calls you babe, the entire face feels twitching and shaky. As if he was suffering from being so enamoured, but it feels so good to him. Every new thrust makes his expression change a bit. How he’s allowing himself to feel you literally paints a living story on his features. Toward the middle and the end of his climax, Kai looks so vulnerable and lost in the pleasure that you gave him or he gave himself. It’s almost like he is underwater. If you ever look into those dreamy eyes... Kai’s orgasm face will put an actual spell on you. Have a guess. The spell is called: Make you even hornier and throw your fucking head back from all that good stuff.
➸ Mark Yeah, uh-oh. The bomb is going off right here. It feels like Mark didn’t fuck for literal months every time even if you had sex the other day. His jaw is hanging open throughout. The eyes wide. Lips shivering, only a little. A bit of saliva is pooling just there. Then, his head falls forward. Hair in his eyes, brows clenched toward the middle. He looks like he can’t believe it, he’s helpless to the power it has over him. His orgasm darts through his body like a thunderbolt. You got it, sex with Mark is exactly that, so electric. It arrives fast and it’s over fast. And it’s massive, catches him off guard so often. A big, sweeping “Ah—h!” that carries him away like a tidal wave. Who’s the living super car in SuperM? That’s Mark Lee who goes through his climax like he’s watching a train speed by. What can he do but curse himself and moan. Something is possessing this poor man. His face looks like he has to keep up with his own damn reflexes. Can you imagine how hard his body is going to clutch if he just cums in one go? And if he tries to kiss you during that? What the fuck Mark! He just never calms down, does he. Or wait — fast forward... oh wonder: He falls asleep only minutes after. His face: now completely angelic. Mark really put all his heart and mind and cum into this one orgasm. This guy has dedication and it shows. He always delivers you one hell of a show. Rumor has it you have a couple videos of it on your phone.
➸ Baekhyun Clenches his teeth so hard. The first you’ll hear is a loud and whiny “nnh!” in the buildup. And that’s when you know he can’t go back. The entire neck seems under pressure. He stares. Gasps for air. The breathing, raw as fuck. Up and down goes that chest all the way against you. In fact, he breathes the fastest in the group. His face gets so heated. All those veins come out. This guy’s blood flow is a new level. Releasing tons of stress and energy. His eyes are squeezed shut as soon as it begins because it’s so strong and relieving, it’s borderline painful. He couldn’t speak for the first five seconds even if he tried. Only the second wave brings out a stifled chain of moans that he surrenders to. On some days, he even starts crying from relief. It takes minutes upon minutes until he cools off entirely. Baekhyun is so orgasmic, he’s all splayed out on the bed afterwards or deeply engrossed in your embrace for endless cuddles. I’m telling you. Should you ever get a second orgasm out of him, he’s gonna be reduced to a puddle. A shaking, sobbing mess that can’t stop wailing. There’s only begging for more in these eyes. It goes without saying that you need the most sound-proof room there ever was because he is at the top of his voice. Baekhyun being loud for you is a natural staple. PS: Mark my words. Should you get him to a third orgasm, he’s gonna be screaming without a pause and his fucking tongue is hanging out. 
➸ Yukhei As if he can ever stop wiggling his brows at you. Did you expect he just lets loose and rolls his eye back? No, no. He keeps looking right at you until the end. Full Xuxi confidence and charisma at play. Lots of nicknames coming at you, he’s gonna say them all. That level of eye contact is gonna get you going big time. You know how large and wonderful his eyes are, like a doe’s. Lucas hardly closes them unless it comes to getting blowjobs. Where he’s gonna look at you very intensely most of the time anyway. Lucas tries to not let the sensations overcome him so he remains present with you. He never really seems like he indulges all the way like Taemin or Kai would. The whole thing is pretty suspicious because he doesn’t fully ease into your interplay of movements. Guess why... at any point, he’s invested in making you cum and keeps on pulling out his magic tricks until you’re getting there. He’s gonna use those big fucking hands (he knows you love ‘em) and goes on and on until he has you there. Yukhei’s personality is all over the place, but he has steely concentration during sex. Not to mention the technique. He’s even gonna go for pushing his hair back as a killing part. No mediocre, he’s doing the most. After all: Lucas cums the best if he just saw you losing it or you’re on the way. Synchronizing your orgasms is difficult, but he puts all his focus into achieving just that. Yukhei is an expert in how close you are after a while, and even starts letting himself fall back into the sheets below you when you release together. 
➸ Ten Perfectly understated. Lids heavy, lips opened just a bit. Elegant, almost, and chesty in tone. He’s the connoisseur. My god. It’s the most gentlemanly someone could ever cum. His forehead is so sweaty as is his hair and back, because if Ten fucks he does it properly, but still. He’s so calm. He could be in your arms for more than half an hour and be fully composed. The focus and self-control is just phenomenal. Completely in the moment, not missing a heartbeat. Which is such a hard thing to do but it’s effortless with him. Ten knows the value of moderation and tension. He’s not keeping his groans in for the whole time and only moans when he comes. Not at all. It’s a different story with him. It all builds up perfectly and comes out freely whenever. He’s actually pretty close to singing, his voice accompanies his breathing in ideal sync. So melodic. Ten is all smitten by you. Nothing is kept in. He looks at you so fondly, he enjoys himself so much. So, it becomes a beautiful loving serenade. His face doesn’t make any sudden or extreme contortions either. The expression moves and changes very slowly, is very easy on the eye. Every minute with him is fulfilling. Ten is all wrapped up in the mood and the groove like it’s business. Prepare to lose your fucking mind, these are new levels of feeling good. Not one awkward moment, just making love. Oh my god are you lucky.
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kiame-sama · 4 years
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What if Killua were to find out Illumi is out to get the big sister Reader either trying to be with her or kill her? Also how would Gon react as well? Side note imagine both Hisoka and Illumi going after big sister Reader and Gon and Killua shielding her away from them idk I just find that being adorable ^_^
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This evolved far more than I had expected it to. I honestly was just trying to make a cute little scenario and it turned into this. Someone stop my sinful hands.
Warnings; Overprotective little bros, stalking, Hisoka's general behavior, Illumi never blinks, 12-13 year olds are not good at keeping secrets, surprise guest appearance!
"We should go."
"Hm? But we just got here."
You glanced down at Killua, seeing him gazing somewhere away from the three of you. Both you and Gon wore confused expressions, as Killua was the one who wanted to go the forest to train in the first place. Now he was saying he wanted to leave.
"We shouldn't stay. Let's go."
Killua gripped your hand and pulled you with him, quickly walking away from the area and refusing to look back. Gon followed and kept pace as the three of you moved to a more populated area in the city you had stopped in. Gon heard something about a powerful Nen user and wanting to see them.
Naturally, you and Killua were alright with going anywhere Gon chose, seeing as usually Gon took the initiative on most things. Training was just a typical thing for you three even though none of you honestly needed to train. You couldn't train your nen due to the fact your nen abilities were the kind that could only be cataclysmic or laughably weak with no inbetweens.
If anything, you just accompanied the boys to keep them from making their usual poor decisions. Seeing who can survive going down a massive waterfall is not typically a good idea, but one they've tried several times prior. You were basically an unpaid nanny and elder sibling to the boys.
Recently, they had been acting more suspicious than usual. They would randomly leave places while dragging you with them, checking over their shoulders, constantly trying to direct your attention, and all sorts of other things. It was like they were trying to keep a secret from you, but doing it poorly.
A good part of you wanted to go off on your own to see what on Earth had the two boys so stirred up, but they were insistent on keeping you with them. You wondered if they were just messing with you by playing some kind of game, or if there really was something they were trying to keep from you. At this point, you were tempted to just flat out ask what their deal was.
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"Wait, Illumi too!?"
"Shh! Keep it down! Someone's gonna hear you."
"But why is your brother after (y/n) too?"
"Probably wants to get to me or something by using her."
"Wait, does he want to hurt her or not?"
"Don't know. Don't want to find out. What about Hisoka? Figured out what his deal is?"
"Well, he likes fighting people who are strong, right?"
"But wasn't he talking like a pervert when he asked about her?"
"I guess... But I think that's just how he is all the time."
Killua frowned, looking over at the hotel bed (y/n) was sleeping in. Apparently the both of them have a common goal, keeping (y/n) safe. Killua hadn't known Hisoka was after her, but he knew Illumi was. He knew how Illumi usually approached his targets, but Illumi was acting more obvious than usual. Like he wanted to be noticed.
Gon knew Hisoka had been following them for a while, and that he had an interest in (y/n) after she used one of her nen attacks to create a distraction during a fight not too long ago. He was aware with how closely Hisoka was following them, and he was trying to keep (y/n) far away from the homicidal man. It seemed he and Killua were both doing their damndest to protect the woman they saw as a big sister.
"So we have to keep both of them away from her?"
"Might be a good idea."
"Should we tell her?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Killua just sighed, knowing no matter how he explained it, Gon would not take it as an answer and would just ask more questions. Even as he glanced out the hotel window, he kept lookout for any sign of either of the two men. He would not let Illumi or Hisoka hurt (y/n) no matter what.
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"Well, look who's here~♠"
"What do you want, Hisoka?"
"So cold! If you must know, I'm here for that lovely creature Killua and Gon travel with."
"... She's mine."
"Oh~? Finally have an interest in someone? Looks like I'll just have to steal her away then."
The black-haired assassin simply stared back at his red-haired associate, feeling a vague level of irritation bubble up inside of him. He had been following the makeshift family group for a good while now and had recently made his decision on what to do with the woman that traveled with his younger brother. He had been considering simply killing her just to get her out of the way while also weakening Killua, but his father had come up with a better solution to the problem.
From what he had been told, (Y/n) had interesting and impressive nen that his father and grandfather had been witness to when they had gone to retrieve Killua. Apparently she had an impressive level of control over natural disasters and could bring them about with her nen. Tornados, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanos, even meteor showers should the timing be right.
That in and of itself was impressive, but standing up against his father and grandfather was simply amazing. It would be seen as foolish for anyone to face the two alone, but she had only been distracting them long enough to allow Killua time to flee before doing the same. Granted, the two had not been out to kill her specifically, but they weren't against it either.
There was also the fact that she shielded Killua from being injured and put her life on the line to keep him safe. All of these things made it rather clear she was a prime choice to be Illumi's wife.
"She has Killua's trust and can control him better than most. That paired with her nen abilities, she would make an ideal wife."
"Not if I steal her away first. Oh, I can just imagine how delicious the battle will be~ And the added bonus of fucking her once our battle is done~!"
"She doesn't even know who you are."
"... What?"
"She has never actually met you, right? You've only seen one example of her strength and she wasn't even focusing on you."
"Fine. Does she know you?"
"... She knows my family, which is more than you can say."
Hisoka couldn't stop the tisk of annoyance that came from him or the way his grin fell. Illumi was right on that, at least. His lovely (y/n) didn't know who he was or have any contact with those who knew him other than Gon. And if Gon's behavior was anything to go by, he would have a tough time getting close to the woman.
Hisoka turned to continue prodding at Illumi before a smooth and silky voice interrupted him, sounding out from the shadows.
"It seems I have you both beat."
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"What do you mean? We've not been acting weird!"
You couldn't help the way that your face reflected just how little you believed the boy standing in front of you. Killua could lie well enough, Gon couldn't tell a convincing lie to save his life, and you already knew both well enough to tell when they were lying. Being fed up with their behavior, you were ready to set in on a full scolding session if they didn't tell you what you wanted to know.
Both boys were doing their best to avoid your gaze and search for a way out of the situation they found themselves in. Killua refused to make eye-contact and a nervous little blush took over his fair cheeks. Gon had that awkward grin and laugh as he tried to weasel his way out of your questioning.
"Boys, for fuck's sake-"
"It's certainly been a while since we last had the chance to meet, (y/n)."
You quickly turned on your heel, guarding the two boys unconsciously from the newcomer. To your surprise, however, you had no reason to worry the moment you saw the mysterious man standing before you. You knew that fur-trimmed coat anywhere and you could already feel the smile pulling up the corner of your lips.
"Chrollo!"
The man smirked slightly at your happy tone as you greeted him, not noticing your additional two observers or the dumbfounded expressions on the faces of everyone other than yourself and Chrollo. Killua was the first to break the silence, clearly stirred up by the sudden turn of events that had taken place.
"Wait, you know him!?"
You chuckled softly, turning back to the white-haired boy with a relaxed smile on your face. The incredulous tone he had taken did not deter or bother you, having actually expected something similar to occur.
"Know him? I grew up with him! He's a childhood friend, of mine. My big brother is one of the original members of the troupe! Of course I know Chrollo."
"But, wait, they call him 'boss'! They never use his name!"
"Yeah, there's no way I'm calling him 'boss' or anything other than his name. Maybe 'friend' but that almost seems too generic."
You hummed in thought, turning away from the gobsmacked boys and back to those familiar eyes, which had yet to leave your figure.
"It seems we've both grown up quite a bit since we last spoke. Though it seemed impossible, you're somehow more beautiful than ever."
"Chrollo..."
A deep flustered blush make your cheeks burn under his relaxed gaze, feeling a kind of giddy excitement in response to his words. You had to admit, you may have been harboring a slight crush for Chrollo since your childhood days and his flattering words were just icing on the cake. A cake you desperately wanted to have a piece of.
"That's cheating!"
The sudden upset voice pulled your attention away from the handsome man to your previously ignored audience. A man with bloody red hair and clown-like face-paint seemed to be more than a little frustrated as he stared at Chrollo. Next to him stood a man with long black hair and emotionless eyes, like a doll's or a shark's, deep pits of nothingness.
Judging from the first man's response, something more seemed to be going on and you wanted answers.
"Okay, just what in the hell is happening?"
You huffed indignantly, hands on your hips as you scanned over the five males who stood around you. Surprisingly, the man with doll eyes was the first to break the silence.
"It would seem a competition to earn your affections has begun."
"Wait, Illumi, you're not trying to kill (y/n)??"
"I was, at first. But more recently I have been attempting to split her away from you and approach her."
"What? Why in the hell do you want to do that?"
"She is the ideal wife for me. Father, Grandfather, Mother, and Great-Grandfather all agree that I should wed her as soon as possible."
"... You... YOU WANT TO MARRY (Y/N)??"
"I believe I have already stated that."
You were caught off guard by the nonchalant way the man spoke, as if he were discussing something as simple as going to the store instead of talking about marrying you. The red-head seemed to be increasingly frustrated and had yet to move his irritated gaze away from you and Chrollo.
"I'd love to fight her first, but I'm not against tying her down to keep as my personal little toy~"
"I won't let you kill (y/n)!"
"Oh, Gon~ Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to kill her. Well, not completely, at least~ I plan on enjoying my fight with her and then enjoying her body even if she's within an inch of death. Is that so bad?"
You suddenly felt rather unsafe near the two men who had just openly admitted to lusting after you and potentially following you during your travels. Not to mention the red-head basically plainly stated he wanted to badly hurt you and beat you before having sex with you. You then turned your gaze to Chrollo, hoping beyond all belief he wasn't playing the same game as the other two.
"My intentions haven't changed for quite a while. I've always found you attractive. I simply refused to let these two scuffle over you when I've had my eyes on you for a while."
"..."
You almost felt like the world was spinning or that you had been punched several times without realizing it. Your childhood friend and crush just openly stated his interest in you, which left you floored with emotions. A clown just spoke about wanting to use you for his pleasure in a fight and during sex. And a living doll basically proposed to you without proposing.
What?
"Wait- Kill, Gon- you two know them?"
"Yeah. We met Hisoka during the Hunter's exam, and Illumi is my eldest brother. There was a big fight between Kurapika and the Phantom Troupe and we got kidnapped so we met Chrollo and the other phantoms."
"... What-? Wait, so that means your father and grandfather- who I have fought against- somehow decided from that fight that I would be a good wife for their eldest son??"
"I guess so. You are super strong and your nen is powerful as all hell. Besides, fighting in my family is a normal thing. That's probably the quickest way to become a friend of the family, actually. Fight well against someone strong in the family, don't die while fighting, and you may as well be an unofficial family member."
"..."
"... You okay, big sis?"
"..."
"Um..? (Y/n)?"
"..."
"Did you go into shock or something?"
Killua cocked his head to the side, watching you stand unblinking as you tried to process everything that happened. It was kinda like you just became a statue after being told everything, which didn't bode well for the two boys. Gon and Killua exchanged a glance, as if trying to confirm what had happened.
"Gon, what do we do?"
"... Run?"
"I'm good with that. I'll grab (y/n), you get us out of here?"
"Yeah!"
Despite the fact that you could hear and see everything still, it felt as if your body had fully shut down. Had you been more in control, you probably would have scolded the boys for making their plan out-loud, but at least their plan involved keeping you safe. Even as you found yourself being carried by the same boy you watched over, you couldn't help but question what you were going to do now.
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surprisingmarch · 2 years
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(I will have to answer each question one at a time due to the number of characters asked, please be patient with me!) Part 1
🌱Mother Nature🌱
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Have they been known to be manipulative? 
Nope, she is as wholesome as she appears.. for the most part. She can be strict but she would never manipulate someone for her own personal gain or to get something done. She would have a reasonable conversation with someone and would never take those extremes.
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🔥Heat Miser🔥
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Have they been known to be manipulative? 
Absolutely not. It just isn't in his blood to do such a thing. If he wants something done he will just do it himself. He believes that what you give is what you get in return. Though, even if he didn't think this way he still would never do something like that. He sees it as unnecessary and honestly people that do manipulate anger him quite a bit.
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❄️Snow Miser❄️
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
Well, I suppose it would depend on what you consider manipulative. He can be devious and mischievous but not necessary manipulative, he is a charming fellow and he occasionally uses this to get what he wants, but that's simply flattery. It's the person's choice if they are going to help him or not. I guess in his case it's a matter of opinion, I personally think he is slightly manipulative, but that's just my opinion.
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⛰️Earthquake⛰️
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
Never, Earthquake is an honest guy and he truly is one of the sweetest people in the Nature family. He would never do such a thing. He is strongly against anything to do with manipulation. Though, he understands if someone does it to protect another. He doesn't think it's needed but he'll understand where they are coming from.
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🍂East Wind🍂
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
No, and if she ever has manipulated then it was an accident. She's highly against it and would never do it. She will take note of any manipulative person she meets and remember to stay wary around them.
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🌵South Wind🌵
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
She's more pushy than manipulative. Maybe occasionally she might manipulate a situation to what she wants or try to get someone to do something for her. She's a bit manipulative in that manner but other than petty requests she's honestly a good person, most of the time.
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💐West Wind💐
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
She would never! She is the precious cinnamon roll of the family, the most she would ever do is try to convince you to go on a nature walk with her by listing off all the pros and barely mention any cons.
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🌪North Wind🌪
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
Oh for sure, he is narcissistic after all. he is even willing to off someone just to get what he wants. He is extremely manipulative but that doesn't mean his family falls for it. They've known him for years and they are used to his behavior. Occasionally, North Wind does see he takes things too far and he stops, just because he has narcissistic tendencies doesn't mean he doesn't occasionally feel bad about his actions. He's learning to be better, albeit slowly but it's better than nothing.
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🎼Thunder🎼
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
No. He is against manipulation unless it was to protect someone then he might consider it some what acceptable. Other than that, no.
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⚡️Lightning⚡️
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
Nope, she doesn't really have any opinions on it either. She understands that sometimes it could be needed to protect someone but she also sees how it can be destructive. She has no opinion on it and she wouldn't do it unless it was needed.
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🌊High Tide🌊
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
It's more convincing then manipulation, pretty much begging. If he wants to do something and he wants someone to come with him he will list off the pros of said thing and only the pros. He isn't manipulative he just wants you to go with him to do this really cool thing.
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🐚Low Tide🐚
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Have they been known to be manipulative?
Nope, he's alot like his brother, he would just try to get you to do something with him. He won't be as pouty as High Tide if you say no but he might be a bit disappointed.
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razorblade180 · 3 years
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Emercury Day 7: Reunion
Fairytales don’t exist. An obvious fact, yet some people seemed to forget it or never learned it in the first place. Emerald, she was given that fact since the day she was born. It may have plagued her mind and actions in unspeakable ways known and unknown. Emerald hated this fact, but she never denied its power; its truth in showing just how cold Remnant could be. That truth forced her to grow up strong, keen to the world’s problems. Fairytales had no room or place in a heart raised by the streets.
Or so Emerald hoped. Maybe it was the optimistic light of those she believed to be naive that surrounded her? Perhaps she had finally reached a new understanding of life that persuaded her, or maybe it was something much simpler? Like a smile, a boy’s smile. She didn’t know when it started but that smile had meant many things to her. After all, Mercury saw life the same way she did yet managed to take things in much stronger strides. It was amazing in Emerald’s eyes, for a time... Now she found herself wishing Mercury was just a little weaker like she thought herself to be. If he was, then maybe today would different. Maybe they could stand beside one another again instead of at gun and blade point battered and bruised. Fairytales don’t exist, but Emerald found herself clinging to the idea with shaky hands just this once. Reunions sneak up on people. You never know if it’ll happen in a random store, or over sword inside a vault.
Mercury:Put, the guns, down.
Emerald:You....you know I can’t do that.
Mercury:Emerald, I’m not asking.
Emerald:......
Mercury:Damnit Em- DROP YOUR GUNS!
Emerald:Drop the sword! And then walk away.
Mercury:Tsk, do you think Salem-
Emerald:Not just from the sword, from her. From all of this, just walk away.
Mercury:And what, paint a target on my back!?
Emerald:Wouldn’t be the first time.
Mercury:Yeah but in case you haven’t noticed, I’m winning. I didn’t stumble into this like you and then proceed to devote myself to a nobody! So how long are you gonna ride this wave before bailing, again.
Emerald:Shut up.
Mercury:Why? Because I’m right? All you ever do is paint targets on your back. You just lucky and found a group dumb enough to overlook it.
Emerald:They’d overlook yours too.
Mercury:...Oh you cannot be trying to-
Emerald: I’m saying you have to, but we both know it’s not the worst decision.
Mercury:Having Salem against you sounds as bad as a decision can get!
Emerald:Worse than proving your own use to avoid death!? Having the law constantly breathing down your neck and sharing the same space as that freak of serial killer!? Mercury, for once there’s a choice that isn’t just survive and sleeping with an eye open. Team RWBY-
Mercury:Died in Atlas. What, you didn’t think Cinder was parading that achievement around?
Emerald:....
Mercury:Sigh, face it Emerald. You keep backing the wrong horse and it’s to anybody who gives a fake smile and tells you “I care.” It’s-
Emerald:They’re not dead.
Mercury:...What?
Emerald:They’re. Not. Dead. The two of us should know better than anybody those four in particular comeback like a headache. *smiles* So don’t count them out yet, just like how I’m not gonna count you out either. Salem is terrifying, I know that first hand and honestly I feel like kicking myself every day I realize who I’m defying; but I gotta tell ya being scared and fighting is a lot more manageable than being scared and feeling trapped.
Mercury:Who says I’m scared?
Emerald:Don’t pull that crap with me. I know you. You hide it better than me but you’ve always been on the fence about this. You wouldn’t be so focused on doing what your told if you weren’t.
Mercury:Final warning, move.
Emerald:.... Fine. You wanna be stubborn then we guess I’ll be too.
Mercury:Don’t say I didn’t warn-
She dropped her guns, effortlessly. Confused, Mercury watched his former partner stand with open arms in front of him. The resolve inside her was clear in her worried, emotional red eyes.
Emerald:If you really believe you’re right where you need to be, then kill me. Right here right now, because that is the only way you’re gonna get back to Salem. Should be easy, right?
Mercury:.....
Emerald:It’s kinda funny ya know? *tearing up* Hehe, I knew sooner or later I’d have to bump into you. I can’t count how many times since we met that I wanted to do nothing more than punch that smug face of yours. But I’ll be honest *crying* this is the one fight I don’t want to have. So I’m not going to. Your move Merc.
She steps closer, allowing the tip of the blade to barley pierce her chest. There she could feel the weight of it, and the slight unsteadiness of how it was with by uncertainty. Mercury tried to pull it back but Emerald took hold of the sword by the blade, keeping it near her heart. She wasn’t gonna let Mercury have an out on his terms. He was only leaving with it over a dead body.
Mercury:Let go.
Emerald:Make me. Just lean forward.
Mercury:Em-
Emerald:What!? Getting cold feet!? I thought I was supposed to be the one constantly second guessing!? Cut me down! Throw me away like life did! You say I foolishly follow those who tell me they care then punishment me for it! Be the one doesn’t care.
Mercury:Shut up.
Emerald:Be just like Cinder! Like Tyrian! Like your father!
Mercury:I’M NOTHING LIKE HIM!!!!
His voice echoed like thunder and his body shook like an earthquake. That calm and smug smile Emerald had grown fond of was nowhere to be seen. Replaced with a scowl fueled with frustration and eyes conflicted by his own logic colliding with his feelings. Emerald slowly traced down the blade, her finger tips barely reaching his,
Emerald:Then stop sinking to their level. Stop pretending you don’t care about anything more than you, or how great you feel. Be scared, regretful, doubtful even; be weak Mercury. Allow yourself to be weak for once in your life, and I’ll take the lead. Because that’s what partners do. They protect each other.
Mercury:H-Happy endings don’t exist for people like us, you know that.
Emerald:Yeah well, I’m a thief. I’ll take one with my own hands, for the both of us. Besides if I learned one thing recently, what’s the harm in hoping for one, a miracle? Mercury...please, stand by me again?
His grip on the hilt tightened. How was there? How could a person’s gaze disarm him so much. They way Emerald stared, her pleading eyes looking at something in him that Mercury himself wasn’t sure he had. It was enough to make anybody waver. Overwhelmed, he shut his eyes to avoid it then gritted his teeth. With one final shout, Mercury let the sword go. His fist balled up in anger and his head faced the floor. He dared not open his eyes. He knew if he did that then there would be no concealing the tears he held back.
Mercury:You’re cruel, asking so much of me all the time. You know that right?
Emerald:Yeah well, what can I say? I’m greedy like that.
Mercury:....
Mercury:I thought you died in Atlas.
Just like that, Emerald felt something in her snap. Tears flowed freely and she dropped the sword, instinctively pulling Mercury into her embrace; receiving one back just as quickly. The way his arms wrapped around her body. It was as if he was holding on for dear life. The sound of strained breath from his lips only made her squeeze tighter. She dared not let him go or mention his confined cries. Emerald just kept hugging him. Her partner, her fairytale in this cold world.
Emerald:We’re okay. We are going to be okay.
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pastelwitchling · 3 years
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               Alex was hiding something.
               Normally, Michael wouldn’t have minded, but this was a secret from him, and knowing that Alex didn’t want to tell him was bothering him a lot more than he was willing to confess.
               Alex was always painstakingly honest. The blatant lie was unsettling.
               It wasn’t like he was keeping out of sight; Michael saw him plenty at the Crashdown or the Pony, and especially the Project Shepherd bunker when he felt antsy and wanted to go somewhere he knew Alex would be. But the airman was distant, like his mind was a million miles away. Like he was taking breaks in between work, and wouldn’t tell Michael what that work was no matter how many times he hinted that he wanted to know.
               Hinted. Because outright asking what Alex was doing would’ve made it look like Michael cared. And he did, it was eating him up not to know where Alex was going and what he was doing all the time, but Alex didn’t need to know that.
               It happened again one morning when Michael had walked into the Crashdown to find Alex at the counter, leaning on his elbows and scrolling through something on his phone. Michael came to stand behind him, close enough to inhale his sweet vanilla scent, and it was a testament to his concentration that he didn’t seem to notice someone standing so close to him. What was he doing?
               “Busy?” he said, and Alex whipped around, eyes wide.
               “Guerin,” he breathed, locking his phone and putting it in his back pocket. He tried for a casual smile, but it was too late. “Uh – hey.”
               “Hi,” he said, forcing his lips to an amused smirk. “Did I actually scare you just now?”
               Alex shook his head, pressing his lips together. “Guess my senses aren’t as sharp as they used to be,” he chuckled, the sound fake and nervous. “I should put in more hours at the base.”
               And he turned around as if to hide his face. Michael should’ve dropped it then, should’ve let Alex tell him whatever lie he wanted. But that was just it. Alex didn’t lie, especially not to Michael.
               “More?” he scoffed. “How? You’re already there all the time.”
               Alex must have been busier than Michael thought, because he didn’t pick up on Michael’s tone either. Or if he did, he was pretending not to. He hummed.
               “Yeah, we get really busy around spring.”
               Michael pressed the tip of his tongue to the corner of his lips. “Alex –”
               “Oh, thanks,” Alex smiled as the waitress came out with his to-go order.
Michael noticed it was enough to feed two people. His face fell. Was Alex seeing someone? Was that why he had been so busy lately? He had been scrolling his phone, was that because he’d been looking through texts? His heart hammered uncomfortably in his chest at the thought. Alex had broken up with Forrest not that long ago, when did he have time to like someone else so much?
“See you,” Alex said with a small smile as he passed, not even looking at Michael. Michael caught his scent as he passed, his heart hammering uncomfortably in his chest.
Let it go, he warned himself as he heard the door of the diner open and close behind Alex. His hands clenched to fists, and the faint clacking of trembling plates and glasses rang. The ground quivered, and he briefly noted someone to his side go, “Is it an earthquake?”
But he couldn’t care what impression he was making, what people might guess. Let it go, he warned himself again. Let it go, let it go, let it go –
“Damn it,” he growled under his breath, and turned around, leaving the diner to find Alex opening his car door. With a rough, upward nudge of his chin, the door slammed shut, and Alex stepped back, startled. Then he looked up, caught Michael’s gaze, and something in his expression turned resigned, as if thinking, I should’ve known.
“Are you seriously going to do this?”
“Are you seriously gonna lie to my face?”
“I’m not lying,” Alex said, looking away. “I am busy –”
“Too busy for me?”
Alex pressed his lips together. “Okay, you know what? Fine. I’m looking into something, but –”
“Great. What?”
“I can’t tell you,” he said.
Michael shook his head. Since when did Alex hide things from him? The only time he’d ever hidden anything was . . .
“The spaceship piece,” he realized. “You’re looking into something about me, aren’t you? That’s why you won’t talk to me?”
Alex said nothing. Michael huffed a relieved, exasperated chuckle. “Private, come on, what do you think I’m gonna do?”
He searched Michael’s face a moment, as if silently deliberating with himself, and he sighed, his shoulders slumped. “Get your hopes up.”
Michael shook his head, reaching for Alex’s hand. A relief he didn’t know he’d needed hit him when Alex didn’t pull away. He moved closer, his other hand cupping Alex’s jaw.
“When do I ever get my hopes up about anything?”
He’d meant it to be a joke, but Alex’s frown deepened. “You pretend you don’t,” he said. “You’re not the realist I am, Guerin, no matter how hard you try to be.” He exhaled shakily and leaned in. Michael met him halfway, pressing their foreheads together. “If you knew what I was doing, and I – I failed –”
“Hey,” Michael said. “Nothing you do could ever disappoint me.”
He hadn’t realized just how badly he’d needed to be with Alex, to feel close to him and know he was here, not trying to avoid Michael, but to protect him again. He should’ve hated it; how desperately he needed to be with Alex, to inhale his scent and feel his breath against his lips.
For a moment, he couldn’t think of anything but that feeling of Alex close to him. He wrapped an arm around Alex’s waist and pulled their bodies tightly together. He heard Alex’s soft gasp.
“W-What’re you –”
“Giving us what we both need,” Michael breathed, bringing his other hand into Alex’s hair, reveling at the soft strands between his fingers. “Don’t ever ghost me again.”
Alex visibly swallowed and nodded, one hand tight on Michael’s jacket. His dark eyes looked up into Michael’s, and it was a miracle Michael managed to stay standing. Then he licked his lips, and Michael’s mouth fell open as he leaned in.
“Alex –”
But Alex was already stepping back, his knuckles on Michael’s jacket white, and Michael was glad to know the distance between them, no matter how small, wasn’t just bothering him.
Before he could ask Alex what he was doing, why he was moving away, Alex said, “Call Max and Isobel. Meet me in the Project Shepherd bunker tonight at midnight.”
Michael’s brows furrowed. “Alex, you can just tell me –”
“No, Guerin,” he said, something like apprehension in his eyes. Michael couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Alex afraid. “This is about all three of you. You should all know.”
 Michael hadn’t wanted to let Alex go for fear that he would disappear again, but the urgency in his voice, the concern, it had Michael taking out his phone and dialing for his brother before Alex could even pull out of the Crashdown parking lot.
Neither of his siblings knew what to make of his request to suddenly come to the Project Shepherd bunker, but as soon as they found out that Alex was the one who had asked, they knew it was serious and stopped whatever they were doing. Alex rarely asked them for anything, let alone anything together. If he said it was important, they all knew better than to question it.
When Michael and his siblings had walked into the bunker, they found Alex and Kyle together, heads huddled closely over a chart of planets and stars. Michael’s brows furrowed as he neared it. It looked like one of his old alignments, discarded and forgotten years ago, but it had more writing and lines drawn over with pens, writing along the corners, equations and different arrows on other, smaller pieces of paper taped on top. It looked like weeks’ worth of work crammed onto one table.
“Hey,” Alex said, glancing up. “Thanks for coming.”
Michael’s priority at the moment was getting close to Alex, so he wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in against him, and, more importantly, away from Kyle.
“What’s going on?” Michael asked.
“What is all this?” Max said, still staring at the map of planets like he recognized some of them and was trying to remember where.
Alex sighed shakily in that way that always made Michael want to hold him and protect him from the world. He tightened the arm around his waist, all but pressing Alex’s back to his own chest, feeling his heart hammering against his ribs.
“This,” he said, “is a working theory. But just for now. We’ll know soon enough if it’s accurate or not.”
“What do you mean?” Isobel shook her head, looking to Kyle. “What’ve you guys been doing this whole time?”
“Well,” Kyle said, looking almost as tired as Alex, “it was actually Alex’s idea.”
Alex stepped out of Michael’s hold, squeezing his wrist quickly before letting go. “It – the last time I came down to your bunker, I saw this map and I realized it was familiar.”
Michael was frowning. He tried to listen, but he couldn’t focus with Alex so far away. Still, no matter how many steps Michael took towards him or tried to reach for him, Alex still kept a distance, and Michael didn’t know why.
“Familiar?” Max raised a brow. “What do you mean?”
Alex glanced at Michael, then said, “In the – the Project Shepherd archives.”
Michael’s brows furrowed, and he looked to Max and Isobel to make sure he’d heard right. “You’re saying Project Shepherd had this map?”
“They had one like it,” he said. “Some of the planets were in different parts of the solar system and the stars didn’t exactly align, but these symbols here?” he pointed at the little curved drawings along the corners, and Michael realized that he recognized them, too.
“They’re the exact same from the spaceship piece Guerin has, with lights – here, these glowing things here? I tracked their recorded heat signatures and they fit the pods’ signatures exactly. Decades worth of work in these charts, so –”
“So he called me,” Kyle said, “and we’ve been working out a way to connect the two maps ever since.” He smiled humorlessly. “So many things I never needed to know about stars and galaxies, but hey, why would I want to spend my nights at the bar with my best friend when we could be working on astrology alignments in a dark bunker for weeks on end? You know, like all the cool alien conspiracists.”
“Okay, first of all,” Isobel said, “you’re not an alien conspiracist if you know actual aliens. And second –”
“Where did you even get access to this?” Max asked, looking between Alex and Kyle and settling on Alex. “Aren’t your dad’s colleagues going to notice that these charts are missing?”
“I’m the best hacker the Air Force has had in a century,” Alex said with a surety that made Michael instinctively reach out to touch him, even as his eyes stayed on the alignments, searching. “No one will find anything I don’t want them to.”
“Alex,” Michael said slowly, not daring to hope. “Is this what I think it is?”
He looked up and saw that Alex had been watching him carefully, and suddenly, the distance made sense. When Alex had first asked to know everything about Michael, Michael had shown him his spaceship and told him he’d wanted more than anything to leave the planet. What if he was given the choice? Alex had been so terrified that he’d kept a piece of the spaceship hidden for months, something he wouldn’t have done for anyone else. But because it was Michael, because Michael was special, he’d done what he’d needed to do to keep him.
And then Alex had said he wouldn’t stand in his way, and Michael hadn’t stopped him. No wonder he was so terrified now, of what Michael might say, of his decision.
Max shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell us you were looking into this?”
Alex hesitated.  “Because there was a smaller than one-percent chance I was right, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up.”
“Alex?” Michael said.
Alex swallowed and looked down, like he already knew what Michael would want, what he would choose, and it was so heartbreaking that Michael almost didn’t want Alex to tell him at all.
But Alex was still Alex, still strong, still self-sacrificing, still too in love with Michael to think of himself.
He swallowed and straightened. He glanced at Max and Isobel, the realization and apprehension dawning on their faces, then his eyes settled back on Michael. “I think Kyle and I got it right. I think we may have found your planet.”
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tsarisfanfiction · 3 years
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Well I'm here😆💙
shielding the other one with their body
With Gordon and Scott but maybe make the whump towards Gordon ::smiles innocently and runs away::
Human Shield
Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Gordon, Scott
Ooh, this is a fun prompt.  Got a few for this one, but so far they’re all different characters so plenty of room for me to play around... and a little secret?  I absolutely love little bros protecting Scott, so we can absolutely have Gordon being the one getting hurt this time around :D  Not that Scott’s going to be too happy about it, but ah well, what’s he gonna do about it :P
Touches Ask Game
Sometimes, Lady Luck wasn’t interested in paying any attention to them.  Rescues went wrong, brothers got hurt, and they had to battle against the odds to get everyone out safe and sound.  Today was one such day, and Gordon had got a front row seat to watching Scott topple down as unstable rubble shifted and his ankle got stuck.
It couldn’t be small, easily-shifted bits of rubble, oh no.  It was a slab of concrete, slamming over the top of his boot and unbalancing Scott enough to drop him.  Nothing they and their own muscles could shift, and Virgil was the other end of the danger zone, digging out a family from their half-collapsed house.  Scott and Gordon had just been scouting around to check no-one else had been missed.
From the way Scott was hissing profanities under his breath as he shoved himself up into a sitting position, the boot might have protected him from serious injury, but there was no way he was going to be able to extract his foot from the rubble burying it.
“Scott!”  Gordon hurried over, careful to watch his own step so he didn’t get caught out by any more shifting rubble.
“I’m okay,” his brother grunted, reaching forwards and pushing ineffectually at the slab that had him trapped.  Gordon crouched down next to him and tried to help, but concrete slabs moved for nothing short of Virgil and his exosuit, both of which were currently unavailable.
Scott let out a frustrated sigh.  “I’ll call Virgil over once he’s done,” he said.  “No point both of us staying here; you keep looking.”
He wasn’t wrong.  They had a job to do - an earthquake zone that had destroyed several houses and turned them into so much rubble - and if Scott was really just stuck, not injured, then there was no harm in leaving him.
“F.A.B.,” he agreed, casting around for Scott’s helmet.  His brother had taken it off to take a swig of water, and if Gordon was leaving him in an active quake zone, he needed to put it back on.  He caught sight of it a little way away, where it had bounced off to when Scott had fallen.
It was only a couple of paces away, but as Gordon began to take them, something shot straight down his spine.  That instinct he didn’t understand but listened to - his squid sense - told him something was wrong.  Very wrong.
Almost without realising it, he was moving, away from the helmet and back to his stuck brother as the earth started to tremble again.  There were still some structures in the immediate vicinity, precarious overhangs too close for comfort, and as John’s voice burst out of his comms in a warning of aftershock, get clear! he threw himself to the ground, on top of Scott and cradling his brother’s exposed, unhelmeted head to his chest as they crashed down flat.
“Gor-”
Whatever Scott was about to say was lost in the roar of the ground shuddering beneath them, around them - above them as those dangerously close overhangs shattered under the assault and rained lethal concrete hail down on top of them.
One slammed into his helmet, a resounding crack that sounded entirely too much like something had broken for Gordon’s liking.  Chunks crashed all around them, sending up a shower of dust and miniature shrapnel to obscure what little he could see from where he was curled over Scott, shielding his vulnerable brother and his unguarded head with his own body because there was nothing else he could do, and like hell was he letting Scott get hurt if he could do anything about it.
Agony flared up as something pounded onto his back - several somethings, like the worlds’ worst massage battering his poor, abused body.  The back of his left knee took a hit in just the wrong place and for a moment his vision went white.
It lasted forever, the ground trembling violently and the structures around them crumbling into so much concrete, and through it all Gordon clung tightly to his brother, neoprene ridges of his uniform snagging in stiffly-gelled hair.  If even one of those large chunks caught Scott’s bare head-
They didn’t, and after an eternity it was over, the world stilling and the only sound in Gordon’s ears the harsh panting of his own breathing.  His back was on fire, his knee wasn’t much better, and there was a faint ringing that suggested his head hadn’t escaped entirely from the bash on the helmet.
He didn’t even dare try to move; there was a weight on top of him that hadn’t been there before, heavy and restrictive enough to tell him they were buried.
“Gordon?”  There was a desperation in Scott’s voice that suggested it wasn’t the first time he’d said his name since the world stopped collapsing around them.  “Gordon!”
“Ow,” he mumbled, an understatement but no need to worry Scott any more than necessary.  “Zero out of ten, do not recommend.”  There was a groan somewhere in that statement, too.  Maybe a couple of them.  “You ‘kay, Scotty?”
“I’m fine.”  Too sharp and defensive to be true, but he was talking and seemed aware, so Gordon counted it as a win.
“Awesome,” he replied before Scott could turn the question back around on him.  “Guess we’re gonna have to wait for Virg to come dig us out.”
“Gordon, how badly are you hurt?”  There was no hiding anything from Smother Hen; Gordon supposed it was a logical question when half a building just rained from the sky on top of them.
“I’ll survive,” he muttered.  “Ow.”
Scott was trying to move beneath him.  There were wriggles and grunts of frustration as his attempts ended in futility, and Gordon choked out a protest.
“St’p.”
The fact that Scott actually obeyed was slightly concerning.
“Gordon?”
“Got half a building on my back, bro.  Not fun.”
“Your back?”  And there was the panic.  “Can you move?”
Gordon grunted.  “I’ll find out once Virg gets here.”
“Gordon...”  Scott sounded heartbroken.  Gordon tightened his grip a fraction - proof that his arms, at least, were still functional.  “You-”
“If you’re about to tell me I shouldn’t have protected you,” he grunted, any other attempts to shift stifled by agony and the sheer weight on top of them.  “I don’t want to hear it.”
If he hadn’t been there-  If Scott had been alone-
Enough debris had come down hard that he doubted his brother would have survived.
Gordon would take the burning agony in his back - and his leg, so at least he could still feel it even if movement was currently debateable - over losing his brother any day.
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Heirloom Series Chapter One: Sticks Are NOT Friends
Author’s Note: Reblogs are appreciated and if you like it pls send an ask or lmk in the comments it helps me gain momentum to write!!!
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+  
Warnings: I may be wrong about the mages and everything so please keep that in mind other than that there’s nothing, as a heads up the reader is aged 18 and older but one person calls them kid. Reader is also comedic relief/has side character energy but is the main character.
Word Count: 2.4K
taglist: @chaos-night @oilivia @hoefornanami @yixxes (send an ask or DM if you want to be tagged)
You heard legends of a beast lurking out in the forest of Dimrock. Some say it was as big as a village and as tall as a valley while others said it was the size of an entire kingdom. Its vicious wings could cut down trees just from the creature passing by. They said its roar could cause an earthquake several kingdoms over. Legend had it that it captured the King of Dimrock Enj-
“I get the gist, okay? The beast took King Enji’s son and hasn’t been seen since, can I go now?” You asked, slamming the book closed. 
The rest of your peers faced you with tired eyes at your outburst. You couldn’t care less, you had more important things to do than hear the story of Touya Todoroki and how Enji rose to power. If you had to sit down for one more discussion on it you swore you’d lose your mind.
“Leave it to them,” one of them whispered. “They can’t even listen to our history without getting antsy.” You rolled your eyes. 
History, you scowled at that word. It was just a tale, anybody could have made it up. 
Ev, your instructor and you cringed at the thought, guardian let out a long suffering sigh. “If you’re going to be a knight you have to learn this it will prepare you-”
You scoffed, cutting her off completely. “Prepare me for what?! Dying at the hands of gods knows what just because the king wants to enact revenge?” 
Hushed whispers began to fall over the room. You could vaguely make out an oh here we go, but you weren’t sure. It didn’t matter how many times the two of you argued, nothing was ever resolved. You watched Ev’s eyes flash red before she took a deep breath, steadying herself. A sharp smile crossed onto her face.
“And what,” she said slowly, dragging out every syllable she could. “Do you suggest we do about it?”
You swallowed and stood from your seat. “I suggest,” you emphasized. “That we investigate what really happened. There has to be a reason why the beast took Touya. I’ve explored forest after forest and have come across vicious creatures but most of them have been honorable. If we find him who knows maybe we can find the others-”
She stepped closer to you, the windows in the classroom blowing open while her eyes began to morph to red. “That’s enough out of you.” She bellowed, the rest of your peers flinched at the sound and gestured to cover their ears, but you refused to move. She didn’t scare you. Both of you exchanged glares for what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds. No one dared to breathe.
“Get out,” she snarled without taking her eyes off you. “All of you.” They didn’t need to be told twice. Everybody quickly rose from their seats and grabbed the books they needed before heading out of the room. Leaving the two of you.
Once the door was closed Ev dropped her guard and let out a sigh. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” She said, You stared down at the table for a long moment waiting for her to continue.
“You don’t use a sword, you’re atrocious at hand to hand combat, you miss lessons and after everything you refuse to listen to me.” Walking back to her desk she turned to face you. “Is there anything you’re good at?”
“Not listening, I guess.” You grumbled underneath your breath. Every argument you had turned into this. It wasn’t necessarily a lecture or a life lesson. You didn’t have a name for it yet, but you always dreaded them. Especially considering the fact that you didn’t want to be a knight in the first place.
“Look, I understand your frustration.”
She didn’t.
“And I want to say I’ve been pretty fair in what I’ve let you get away with.” 
She wasn’t. 
“After your parents die-,” 
“Went missing,” you cut in. Your fists were clenched by your sides. She glared for a brief moment before her face went back to being calm. You could still sense her irritation.
“Went missing,” she corrected as she folded her hands on top of her desk. “They told me to protect you and I swore I always would, but if you keep having these outbursts it will get out to the castle guards and they’ll take you. Is that what you want? To be taken to the dungeon?”
You had to resist the urge to say any place is better than here, instead you opted for a reluctant shake of your head. 
“Good,” her voice was back to sounding smooth, almost silky. It was no wonder everybody was comfortable around Ev, but you only scowled. You caught a brief glance of the outside while you tapped your foot against the wood. You needed to leave, to be out where you could at least do something.
She studied you for a long moment before ultimately gesturing to the door. “Go on,” she said, clearly defeated. You picked up your satchel and strung it over your head, making your way to the door. 
“Don’t forget tomorrow somebody special is visiting. You need to be on your best behavior which means,” you waved her off.
“Yeah yeah, best behavior. You’ve got it Ev, I’ll be up early waiting for them. You’ll see.” With that you were out the door.
She looked down at her talons, a pained expression fell onto her face. “I hope so,” she whispered into the empty room. “I truly hope so.”
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You weaved in and out of people’s way receiving curses, but you paid it no mind. The town was bustling about, the sound of metal clanging filled your ears. You were going to walk past the blacksmith when a blur of red passed your face. Wheeling yourself around you looked everywhere to see where it came from only to find no leads. 
You huffed and continued down the stairs towards the woods until laughter echoed off the cobblestone wall of the buildings. Footsteps rang out as well as a series of voices.
“Come on!” One of them called. “We’re going to be late.” 
You furrowed your brows, late? Late for what? As soon as the question came to you, you realized what they meant. You sprinted towards the voices passing Sunshade. The diner was one of the few that were open all night. The sign was rickety and one hit away from falling off its hinges. It had the barest hint of a sun on it and had to be repainted, that was for certain.
Following the noise it led you uphill. Once you reached the top your eyes widened. There, a couple yards beyond you were the people you followed. How did they get so far ahead, you thought only to watch them disappear into thin air. A small smile cracked onto your lips. Mages. A warm breeze encased you at that moment sending the fresh smell of grass to flood your nostrils. You would do that soon. One day you’d become a mage. 
You wanted to be one ever since you were younger. In this kingdom only they could be travelers or poets or anything they wanted to be. The rest were either picked up to be knights or follow in their parents footsteps and if they were knights it was safe to assume you, yourself, would become a knight. You scowled at that thought, whoever made that a rule was a person you had some choice words for. 
Snapping out of your daze, you continued on your way to the edge of the town. The path was wide, fallen leaves blanketed the ground while the roots of trees twisted and tangled together in intricate knots. You inhaled the smell of the outside happily. 
This was home, or about as much as you felt. No training, no stories and no responsibilities. Here, you could be whatever you want. You walked up hills and passed the small clearing of water to get to your secret place. A tree stood in the center of a hill creating a forked path while the Sun basked it in a soft glow. Without hesitation, you laid your back against it and took in the warmth on your face. 
The fresh spring air blew around you almost as if it was a blanket. You let your eyes flutter closed for a second, you wished you could stay there forever. ⋆﹥
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You woke to the sound of twigs snapping. Your mind still in a fog, you took in your surroundings for a second before jolting awake. Darkness had replaced the sunlight causing your stomach to sink. You shouldn’t have fallen asleep. The twigs snapped in each direction causing you to whirl your head around. You didn’t dare move. Maybe it was a bunny, you silently hoped only to hear more twigs snap, getting closer towards you. Maybe it was a lot of bunnies.
Ice froze your blood as you took in the small ball of light floating through the air. Not bunnies, that was for certain.  Quickly, you ducked your head as it danced around the trees. You furrowed your brows watching the light dance in the sky. It had to be a fireball, but it didn’t look like any of the ones you were forced to study. This one was purple and left a black shadow in its wake. What kind of mage-your heart stopped. A dark mage. It belonged to a dark mage, but why would they come here?
“Did you find it?” A man barked out causing you to flinch. From what you could make out he wore a dark cloak that blew in the harsh wind, all the warmth from before had been drained. You shivered against the cold regretting not bringing a coat.
“No sir,” another voice said, it was a woman this time. She made herself known in front of the man. This isn’t good. If there were two there was a good chance more were hiding in the shadows. One thing you knew for certain was that you had to leave. 
A loud cackle echoed in the forest, you flinched at the noise. “You do realize he needs it in order to enact his plan, right?”
Slowly, you lifted one of your legs into a crouch silently praying you wouldn’t break a stick and alert them of your presence. They were still talking, but it was put into the back of your mind as you focused on moving your other leg. You needed to warn the village somehow.
“We’re aware of that sir, but there’s no sign of the book anywhere.”
You furrowed your brows, halting your movements. Book? What book?
“Well it better be here somewhere, All for One doesn’t want us to return empty handed.”
Your body froze, there’s no way you could’ve heard that right. He died years ago. 
Now was the moment you knew you needed to get out of there and warn your village. This was beyond you. You searched around you for an out. You couldn’t go back the way you came that was for certain considering they were blocking that path. Dark mages were thought to be wiped out ages ago, there was no telling what techniques they mastered or how skilled they were. You clenched your jaw. Great, just great.
It wasn’t until you turned to the side that you saw it; an escape route. That was it! You could slide down the hill and take the long way back. The hill was mostly dirt and you could use the tree routes as a means to get down. Genius! One of the gods was looking out for you!
Apparently the gods weren’t looking out for you.
As soon as you took a step towards the hill a stick cracked under your shoe. You froze, silently hoping they didn’t hear.
“What the hell was that?!”
You cringed. 
Fuck. 
Maybe they’d think you were a deer and just ignore it. Yeah, that’s it. You’re a deer, a harmless little deer and-
Before you could finish what you hoped was the power of suggestion a fireball was thrown towards where you were hiding. Without thinking about it you jumped towards the hill with a shriek. 
You breathed heavily, the world spinning even though you stopped. You saw three of the people at the top of the hill. 
“A kid?” One of them questioned. 
Well, so much for stealth.
“Oh, uh hello,” you waved with a sheepish smile. “Nice night isn’t it?”
You took a steady breath before rushing off in the direction. You heard the voices behind you, but you didn’t know what they said. You raced through thorns and branches, not even blinking as they scratched you, your only focus was on the path ahead and making it out of the forest. 
Close, that was way too close. You needed to find Ev, Ev would know what to do.
You were a couple feet away when it happened. Your body halted in mid air. You tried to move, to struggle out of the hold, but it was no use. Paralysis had its grip on you and it was one that wouldn’t let go. Your heart raced inside your chest. You were going to die and--you groaned. Oh Ev was so going to kill you for this. 
You felt yourself being dragged back towards the group. No, you had to get free, needed to get free. You couldn’t get caught, not now when you could save everybody’s lives.
“No no no no no!” you viciously kicked your legs, struggling in the magic’s hold but to no avail. The people in cloaks surrounded you, the purple of the magic encasing you was the only light you had. You could barely make out their faces until the person who you assumed was the leader took a step forward removing his hood.
A gasp escaped from your lips at the sight. His blonde hair glowed under the light while Lichtenberg figures ran down the side of his face. His red eyes held a level of bloodlust you didn’t believe was capable. He was taller than the others, bulkier too. His muscles almost seemed to bulge out of his body.
“Well well well,” his voice rumbled deep, cutting into a sharp laugh. If your blood wasn’t ice before it sure was now. A sinister smile fell onto his face, revealing yellow teeth that resembled fangs. 
“What do we have here?”
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only-lonely-stars · 3 years
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Brighter Every Day, Chapter 1
[Chapter 1 - you are here!] // [Chapter 2] // [Epilogue] (FFN)
Summary: The future may be bright, but it isn't here yet; even so, life gets brighter every day. Knowing their future paths, Cole and Vania undertake the task of devising this bright future. With many obstacles and victories, they know they will be happy in the end... but in what manner? (Rated T for safety. Book 2 of the Cosmic Spoilers AU, sequel to The Future is Bright.)
This story is a sequel to another of my stories!
Prequel fic: The Future is Bright (#the future is bright, FFN)
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Chapter 1: You Make It All Okay
Cole Brookstone was an expert, professional ninja. He was a master fighter, a respected fighter, and an Elemental Master. He'd fought monsters and demons, survived becoming a ghost, defeated ancient evils, overcome terrible odds, and become a legend. He had done great, heroic things, and all of Ninjago knew his name. Even the people of other realms knew of him!
Over his years of service to Ninjago, he had served its people faithfully. He had never wavered, and despite close calls, they had never lost the wars they waged. Cole's work was a part of that; even death for the cause was not enough to stop him from protecting those who could not protect themselves. He stood up to many a tyrant, and for his work he was often rewarded by great adventure and fame.
All of Cole's work had rewarded him well, all things considered. He had a family that loved him dearly. He had his mother's legacy. He had a human body again, and even more elemental power than before. He had become someone worth calling a hero. He'd even gotten a glimpse into his future.
Yes, the future was bright, and the present was brighter every day. He'd learned he had a future, back when he wasn't sure he did. Then he'd learned it would take place in the Ivory City of Shintaro. Last but not least, he'd learned the identity of the person with whom he'd spend the rest of his life in Shintaro: its ruler, Queen Vania.
Now, as he faced the world ahead, Cole found that life was good. He was happy, Ninjago was safe, and all was well in the world. He could relax, knowing he was a ninja who could protect all the people he loved.
Plus, according to Vania– who had agreed to be his girlfriend, to their mutual delight– he was also a wonderful pillow.
Today, Cole was in Shintaro to visit her. This time, they were simply sitting together in a big plush chair, and she rested her head on his chest quietly. It wasn't the first time they'd cuddled like this– their first kiss had happened in a moment just like it. It was simply the most recent, and this time, he appreciated it more than any other.
Cole sighed, eyes closed as he rested with her, thinking about the past week. Like usual, they'd dealt with a particularly bad series of emergencies; none of the Ninja had been able to sleep more than three hours a night. Fires, an untimely earthquake, and flooding had taken their toll on the outskirts of incorporated Ninjago City, and the countryside hadn't fared much better in a lot of those circumstances.
In addition to the damage of the various disasters afflicting their country, crime was spiking. In Master Wu's words, "the wake of natural disaster made many desperate people." The Ninja had been tasked with helping the police handle the huge brunt of the need for defense, and they'd taken it in stride to the best of their ability. Even so...
It was all over now. The chaos was finally past, but Cole was still dealing with the sleep deprivation and exhaustion. He was so, so tired, and little fixed it other than sleep.
Presently from her place beside him, Vania nestled into Cole's arms. He was struck by her size– she was so small that he could easily wrap an arm around her, and farther besides. She was a wonderful woman, and the fact that she was willing to just sit with him was relaxing and soothing to no end. It made him wonder how he deserved her and her love, if he deserved her to begin with. What was a woman like her doing with a man like him– a hero, but still only a man?
The ice caves had been a blessing and a curse, back when he visited them for the first time. Now, he knew they were mostly the former, and ever more by the day. Foreknowledge of his life gave him hope for the future.
For years, Cole had struggled under the weight of prescience. When he'd visited the First Master's tomb for the first time, it had revealed his future to be in Shintaro. Through a few choice meetings and another two visits, he'd figured out that his future was with Vania, rather than simply being in Shintaro. Now, he knew doubtlessly that she was the love of his life.
A tap on his chest pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked down to meet her bright gaze.
She smiled at him, sweet and beautiful, with curiosity in her eyes. "What are you thinking about?"
He smiled back at her. "Just about how I deserved you, Queenie."
"If I recall, nobody deserves anybody else."
"I mean… that's true, but I've still got you, and it wasn't because of me doing something to earn you." He chuckled, and with the arm that encircled her, he rubbed little circles into her side. She closed her eyes in pleasure, and he smiled at her reaction to such a simple, affectionate gesture.
Vania sighed happily. "Deserving people isn't a real thing."
"Yeah… but still. I missed you this past week. I'm happy to be here with you."
"Yeah?" She looked at him again, her gaze soft. "I heard about what happened in the city. It sounded really chaotic."
"Oh yeah. Let me tell you, it was definitely not the best week of my life." He smiled wryly, yawning. "I'm really sleep-deprived."
"Oh, that's not good!" She frowned, reaching up to touch his cheek. "Did you need to use one of the guest rooms and get some rest while you're here?"
"Nah, it's okay. I don't want to waste any of my time with you because I need sleep." He bent down, kissing the crown of her head. "I'll be okay."
She sighed, laying her head on his shoulder again with another little smile. "Okay isn't always good enough, though. I want you to feel wonderful."
"Who's to say I don't?"
"Well, your yawning says otherwise." She reached up an arm and poked him in the shoulder, smiling all the while. "You should take a nap!"
"No, I want to be with you!" He squeezed her gently by the waist. "I haven't seen you in weeks, Vania!"
"Silly, I'm still going to be here when you wake up!" She reached up and touched his cheek again, caressing it. "Just go to bed, Cole. You'll feel better."
He frowned, but seeing as that wasn't going anywhere, he took a different approach. "Well if I'm going to sleep, I'm going to sleep right here in this chair. I'm not moving."
"That's fine." She raised her head from his shoulder, pushing herself up from her place against his side, and his embrace loosened as she slowly left it. "I can just go work and let you sleep…" She looked him in the eyes, and hesitated. "Since you clearly need a nap."
He smiled a little. He didn't want to let her go, but to force her to stay would be rude. "According to you, I do. Do you not want one? It's not like this chair isn't big enough for two."
"Oh, no, that's not what I meant!" She blushed a little. "It's just– it's not exactly appropriate, is it?"
"Bah, whatever." He rolled his eyes, smiling wider. "Do you want it to be inappropriate?"
"No, this is my palace! I'm the person in charge here!" She pouted. "I have a reputation to uphold."
"Fair enough…" He sighed, feeling exhausted again. "I didn't think about that. I just..."
She sighed. "Yeah." Her mouth was open as she prepared to say something more, but she kept silent, hesitating for an agonizingly long time. "...I really shouldn't."
He nodded, letting his arm fall from embracing her. "Fair enough. If you think you should go, then go."
She hesitated again, looking like she was extremely torn. There was a light in here eyes that was distinctly hesitant. Her eyes really were beautiful, and today they shone with the light streaming in a window to the side– they were lit up in a sapphire tone that he couldn't help but adore.
With every second that passed, Cole expected her to get up and leave him alone in the chair, but it didn't happen. She just kept watching him, until finally, something changed in her mind. Then, slowly, she began to lower herself back down into his embrace, gaze flickering with confliction. "Well… okay, it's not like it's really that inappropriate, is it?"
He hesitated, heart beating fast as he watched her slowly take the place she'd occupied before. "Are you staying?"
"Yeah. I don't see why not... and a nap would be nice." She smiled at him, blushing dark pink. Once again, he was struck by her surpassing beauty. "If you don't mind, that is."
"'Course I don't, Queenie." He smiled back, feeling warm and happy as she laid back down. When she was comfortable, he wrapped an arm around her to cradle her into his side for warmth. "I don't mind at all."
With a happy sigh, Vania laid her head back down on his chest, closing her eyes. "I guess you're my pillow again, Cole."
He grinned, closing his eyes in the face of sheer sleepy happiness. "Am I, now? That's not the career choice I thought I made."
"Well, it's the one you got." She snuggled close, head under his chin as her soft hair splayed across his shoulder. "So you'd better like it."
"Fine. I'll be my beautiful girlfriend's pillow." He kissed the crown of her head, the warm fuzziness of sleep starting to descend. "Where's the harm?"
She sighed, reaching up to rest a hand softly on his other shoulder to cuddle him. "It doesn't matter where the harm is right now. It's not with us, and it's not here in Shintaro."
"Not here," he repeated, letting his hands settle on her waist.
"Yeah. Not here."
"I think I can get behind that," he murmured, eyes feeling heavier. "A peaceful life sounds good right now."
"It does." She sounded so sleepy, yawning so quietly. "Do ninjas protect against nightmares too?"
"Of course we do. Wouldn't dream otherwise." At his words, she giggled. The sound sparkled, and he squeezed her a little as he watched her. "Got some dreams to fight off?"
She glanced up at him, smiling mischievously. "Only the ones that don't have you in them, handsome."
He blushed, beaming at her. "Well, good news, beautiful."
"I know." She blushed too. "I love you."
He chuckled as she hid her face, squeezing her the tiniest bit. "I love you too, sweetheart. You're always safe in my arms."
"I know I am. I never doubted that." She snuggled in closer, much to his delight. "Just like you're safe in mine."
He sighed happily, cherishing that feeling of security as sleep drifted over them both. "I believe it, Queenie."
She sighed softly. "Good..."
As quiet returned, Cole closed his eyes again, finally surrendering to the call of sleep. It was sweet and soft, even singing to him… as Vania's heartbeat gently slowed as she drifted off, he felt it take him too.
Before long, the lovers were quiet without stirring, peaceful as they held each other. A hero and a queen, embracing in sleep, keeping each other company– it was nothing if not perfection.
As sleep took him, Cole's last thought was one of bliss.
"You make everything okay."
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yanderecandystore · 4 years
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TUMBLR DIED BEFORE I COULD FINISH BUT imagine the collector unsuccessfully attempting time and time again to trap a ( albeit disguised ) god that turns out to either be much older/wiser or much stronger then he is. chaos ensues
Hey boo! Don't worry I got your ask. Tumblr can be so rude sometimes, all you need is your WiFi to drop one bar low and all that you have done is gone in an instant.
This may be a little different than what you expect, but I still hope you enjoy it!
TW/Tags: Smoll caos with a hint of potential fluff/angst (because I'm feeling soft, kay? 🥺) // God complex coming both sides, so there is a lot of sassiness // I think that for the sake of this headcanon, reader will be an humanoid-looking god // I'll give the reader the ability to choose which type of entity and title they have, but that may cause a little bit of disimmersion when it comes to reading, so yeah just an warning.
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This has nothing to do with the headcanon, but Papyrus is the best skeleton boy you'll ever meet [Yandere!Eldritch OC x God!Reader - Headcanon]:
So, I would imagine that your first encounter would be very, very interesting.
I'm gonna let you choose which type of god you're in this headcanon. Are you one of the greek gods? Perhaps an african god? One of the various entities in Asia? Or are you completely different from all of them? Are you a cosmic entity that just so happens to look like a human? It's up to you darling.
You, [Y/N], were simply walking around a garden you grew to appreciate. At first you thought that receiving this type of gift wasn't really needed, but having buildings built in your name and glory it's pretty flattering. A whole garden built in your image, the statues fit this place perfectly, the only thing missing is the shrine that the humans are currently building.
What a lovely day, right? Yet, the sound of something being pulled out of the ground with immense force made you realize that there was a newcomer to your garden.
Maybe you're familiar with the white masked creatures from the beyond, or may be not. Maybe you just see them as a strange monster that has started to… steal the trees in your garden? You can't tell whether to laugh or to take great offence to this ridiculous sight.
A being tall and grand as the sky above, stealing plants from your garden, but to what cause exactly? What is their gain? One can't help themselves but to be curious over such a fascinating sight.
Your approach to the situation is one of pure mischievous nature, but not letting your guard down, as you aren't so sure what this stranger is capable of doing just yet.
"- Well, hello." You try to take their attention out of your beautiful flowers. He wasn't picking one by one, he was taking the entire bush and… Consuming them? There is an immense amount of light every time he puts them behind his mask, what could be underneath that if not a face?
"- Oh! Greetings." He says turning his head to look at the direction of the voice, only to be met with a little human greeting him. He still doesn't seem to be really bothered by your presence, as he continues his activities as usual.
"- Gorgeous flowers right?" You ask, still wondering if he realizes that none of these plants are his.
"- Indeed, it's beautiful specimens such as these that need to be guarded somewhere more safely, don't you think?" He asks, although his whole time is pretty distant from the present conversation. He probably does think you're just an ordinary human.
"- Yeah, I sure think that the owner of the garden is taking good care though." You respond, hoping he has some sort of sense to understand that he is in a private area, taking things that aren't his.
"- Well, they seem pretty lonely over here, and besides, I haven't seen anyone taking care of them." He probably already noticed what you're doing, trying to make him feel bad for taking them away. But honestly, he didn't saw anyone here to take care of them, so it may as well be from no one.
And if it is from no one, is his now.
"- Are you perhaps the owner of the garden?" He asks, now paying close attention to you. You seem to be an upper class human, lavishly adorned by those jewels and fine silk, it would make a lot of sense of you were the owner of such an extravagant place. Are you perhaps made at his entrance into "your territory"?
"- Maybe I am, maybe I'm not, why the curiosity?" You ask while making your way to seat down at one of the stone benches near the creature.
"- Just wondering why you're so interested in my presence. I guess I'm not wanted here." He was going to go back to… Wherever the hell he is from, but you decided to stop him right there.
"- Wouldn't it be rude for you to leave without making an proper introduction to the host? And hey, what kind of host am I if I let you leave this place while having such an unpleasant experience?" You make a little sign to tell him to seat with you. I mean, metaphorically, he can't really seat at that tiny little bench with you.
This interesting encounter lead to an surprisingly interesting conversation between two beings that are very similar yet aren't fully aware of it. The Collector sees you as a really intelectual human, almost so close to understanding his own feelings towards the other creatures around him, and you think he could be just another kind of monster with an oddly endearing superiority complex.
The type of "yes, sir, I do shiny like a thousand stars" it's strangely very entertaining to watch. You're both art lovers, and seem to have an great fascination with the living creatures around you, even if they're a "beneath" you two.
If only this conversation could least longer, if only he could held his hoarding erge, but he couldn't.
"- This conversation has been the best I had in eons!" He squeals in excitement.
"- Yeah. The feeling is mutual." You say being completely honest. Although, he didn't think you were being serious on each word you said.
"- I think we'll have a great time when I put you in the jewel box." He starts to stand himself up, his legs making mechanical noises that almost overpowered the sound your voice when you said:
"- Uhn…. The what?" You asked genuinely confused about this turn of events.
"- Oh! Well, I like to call it jewel box but if you want an precise description is an pocket dimension containing my vast collection!" He says absolutely eccstatic about this! His hand starts to go towards your small form, successfully picking you up in a really gentle way.
"- An collection? Of what exactly?" You decided to go with this just out of curiosity. This is starting to become concerning and interesting!
"- Of living creatures such as your beautiful little self." He answers, but without waiting your response, he pulls his mask slightly to the side as an strong amount of light hit your eyes making you temporarily blind.
He thought he had managed to transport you with the plants he had stolen to his little storage dimension, yet he was proven wrong when he heard an voice say:
"- Wow! That was…. An interesting and short ride! Absolutely terrifying!" When he turned around he saw you adjusting yourself as you speak. Man, who would've thought being transported to another dimension would be like this?
And of course, he is shocked. How??? How did you do that? How did you managed to get out? Have you even went inside??
He was starting to check his mask to see if he could feel anymore new cracks, or if the mask was damaged in any way. Luckily for him, his mask hasn't been damaged at all, yet he was still left with unanswered questions.
"- H-How?" This is the first time in his life he has ever stutter, he felt so confused and afraid because he couldn't understand what the hell just happened!?!
You turned your head to look at him, your once welcoming mischievous face wear a more serious expression, almost an scorn.
"- So, this is what you meant by loving the "lesser creatures"? The ones that can't protect themselves from the almost of power you harbor? You capture them and put them in your personal little playground?"
You asked him, scolding him as you came forward to his towering form. You looked straight up at his eyes. Or more accurately, his masks holes for eyes. He is so shocked at this outcome that his first reaction is to distance himself from you, walking back in desperation.
If any of his kind saw this pathetic display, they would probably laugh at him to no end.
"- I should have known better than to trust someone so soon. I should have banned you from my garden, but now? I'm kinda glad I got to see your true nature-" You didn't stop your march towards him. You only stopped when he was corned by the mountain against his back "- You vile mons-" You were cut off in the middle of your rant by a large hand picking you fast as he tried once again to shove you into his light. Into his dimension.
He needed to confirm he hasn't went insane. No, no, this couldn't be possible, it had to be impossible!
How can you stop the teleportation midway and go back like nothing happened???
"- Were you listening to anything I said?" You once again appeared near him, clearly mad at his futile attempts of imprisoning you.
He… Is shaking. Uncontrollably. His body is shaking in such a pace that even the mountain behind him seem to be suffering from the earthquake caused by his sudden shaking.
You weren't understanding what was happening, and before you could try to get some answers his whole body freezed the moment an crack was audibly coming from his mask.
He was getting so, so stressed over this predicament. He needed to calm down. He needed to understand what was happening and who were you to be able to do this to him!
"- I.. I have underestimated you." It's all he managed to say. It's all he could process at this moment.
"- Well, I guess I did as well." You thought he was only another monster hanging around your garden. You didn't expect such powerful abilities being used to harm others.
Your later encounters were, well, kinda bittersweet at first. He kept stealing jewelry and kidnapping habitants of your world. You did try to fight him, but you soon learned that he was essentially a walking bomb. A cosmic one at that. To kill him, you need to break his mask, breaking his mask causes an immense explosion that will consume everything around it, and then turning all that mass into a new star with a new solar system.
And there is a slight possibility of him rebirthing with the star and the new planets. You were considering consulting other entities to create an weapon capable of destroying his kind without causing too much destruction. You have yet to decide your next move.
You two had, interesting encounters. No fighting, no trying to harm or to trap one another. Just… Talking. Just like you two did in your first meeting.
As the centuries pass you notice how he still wants to keep you in his little playground, which still disturbs you to no end, but at least he has stopped picking more victims to his dollhouse. His attempts are still futile and naive, yet, you can't help but feel concerned about his cracks in his mask. Not only the possibility of it breaking causing an massive massacre against all that you love and care about, but- You can't help but be worried about him.
You have soon learned what the cracks means to his kind.
"- Hey, look, stop- Sigh, stop trying… Please." You try warning him, not wanting to see him overstressed again.
He looks at you, and although his mask doesn't show, you feel that he is looking at you with confusion and tiredness. He knows you're just like him, so it makes sense that you can't be trapped inside his dimension.
Is, kinda of a thing about his kind. There is an common understanding that if you love something, you put it where no one will be able to harm or take it away. They can't physically put each other inside their pocket dimensions, but saying that you do it for them if it was possible is kinda an emotional phrase to them. It's an weird equivalent of "I love you", but they aren't aware of how this types of feelings work, so whenever they say it, is supposed to be really special.
Even if to the majority of the universe, it sounds incredibly concerning and possessive.
He just- He just really wishes he could take you with him, to keep you with him.
He doesn't understand why, he just really wants to, and the frustration of not being able to is killing him (literally).
"- Why are you-" He tried to muster an question, but he feels so weak and pathetic that he can't even ask you why you care about him. You interrupt him, shushing him up in hopes of it easing his mind.
"- Just, please, don't say anything. Don't think about anything. You'll get yourself hurt if you do."
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Jesus Christ, I'm really sorry if this isn't what you were waiting for anon, I'm really sorry but I still wanted to share it so here it is- 😭
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brobadil · 3 years
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The Dane of Erebor, Part Twelve
Title: The Dane of Erebor
Summary: They grew up on tales of that mountain. It was home to their people, but it was never home to her. She was destined to become the hero of Erebor, The Lonely Mountain, she was destined to protect a home that was never hers. To Lorelai, home was never a place, it was always a person. Her home was always with him.
Pairing: Fili x OC (Lorelai)
Word Count: 1394
“What kind of burglar faints?” Fili muttered.
“One with a heart,” I shrugged, “We’re all scared, Kurdel, we just show it in different ways.”
Those who hadn’t written Bilbo off did the moment he hit the ground. Many had already forgotten about him despite the fact that we were still in his house. I was still undecided. There was very little keeping me from writing him off just as the rest of the company did, yet I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I thought of how he always seemed to sway towards us more often than not, and how he was filled with questions about a quest he said he wanted nothing to do with. I thought of the glimmer in his eye and I knew we couldn’t write off Bilbo Baggins just yet.
“Scared or no, I think we just lost our burglar,” Fili leaned back in the chair with a sigh.
I sat on the arm, “The night’s still young.”
“And our burglar is still unconscious.”
“He hasn’t said no yet.”
Fili looked up at me and a warm smile spread across his lips. He wrapped an arm around my waist and sighed, “Perhaps you’re right, Gimlelul. You always think the best of people, don’t you?”
“Only because you think the worst.”
“I do no such thing, I just always expect the least so I’m pleasantly surprised when they’re the most.”
Fili and I both laughed together. I leaned against him, my arm draping over his shoulder as my other hand held my pipe to my lips, “What do you suppose we’ll do now?”
“Find another burglar, I guess,” Fili glanced off at the room we had left Bilbo in.
“One of us could be the burglar.”
“One of us? We can barely breathe without bringing the house down.”
“We can be quiet when we want,” I teased right back, “I could be a burglar, you know.”
“Gimlelul, your sneezes are enough to cause an earthquake.”
“And you are belled like a cat, what with all your knives.”
I flicked the one sticking out of the back of his coat in emphasis. Fili snorted, “Dwarves aren’t burglar material.”
“What’s this about burglar material?” Kili asked as he walked into the room.
“Lorelai thinks she could be our burglar.”
“Aren’t you the one who can’t open a door without splintering it?”
“Oh, hardy har har, you two,” I rolled my eyes as the two brothers cackled, “It’s not like either of you could do any better.”
“I could be a burglar, if I wanted to,” Kili leaned against the wall and shrugged.
“My son will not be burgling anything.”
Dis stepped through the door and gave all of us a glare. Her smile betrayed her, however, and it soon spread across her body. She was beaming before she even made it all the way into the room despite trying to be stern just moments before.
“How is he?” I asked.
Dis waved me off, “Just fine, like nothing ever happened.”
“Did he say anything?”
“Nothing, but Gandalf is in there with him now. Perhaps he can talk some courage into the poor lad.”
I didn’t know the wizard very well at that point, but that didn’t hinder my faith in his abilities. Magic came in many forms, and I truly believe persuasion was one of them. If Gandalf couldn’t convince Bilbo to join us, nobody could.
“I don’t know which is worse for the Hobbit,” Fili said, “Staying behind or coming with us.”
I glanced down at my husband, “What do you mean?”
“If he stays, he’ll never forgive himself. If he goes, I don’t think he’ll ever forgive us.”
Nobody knew quite how to respond to that. In a way, Fili was right. If Bilbo didn’t go, he would forever be kicking himself for passing up the adventure of a lifetime. If he did go, and he made it back, he would have quite the story to tell but I wasn’t sure if it was one he would want to. It would be filled with much pain and suffering, that much was certain. Adventures like this never come without it.
He was only such a small fellow, afterall. We all were. Small people in a very big world, with a task twice that size on our shoulders. We were small, but our legacy would be large, and our stories would live on.
That is, our legacy would only live on if we succeeded. If we died halfway to Erebor, or if we were burnt to a crisp by the dragon inside, that would be it. Our legacy would be nothing more than a cautionary tale that keeps anyone from going to the mountain again.
“Do you think we’ll forgive ourselves?” I muttered.
Fili looked up at me, “For what?”
“For failing.”
Fili shifted himself to where he could face me head-on. I slid into the chair, my knee falling onto the part of the cushion he had just vacated. We ended up eye-to-eye as he grabbed both of my hands in his, “We are surrounded by the bravest warriors I have ever known, it is because of that I know we will not fail.”
“Even great warriors fall,” I responded.
“The best always get back up again,” Fili cupped my cheek and smiled, “We haven’t stepped foot on the road yet, don’t go losing your faith now, Gimlelul.”
I placed my hand over his and smiled. Deep down, I knew, if we did fail we would never forgive ourselves. Even if we didn’t survive, our regret and our pain would follow us straight into the Halls of Mahal.
This journey would not be an easy one, we all knew that when we first took up the call. I knew when I fought Thorin to let me come. At the time, and even as I sat there in Bagend, I wasn’t entirely certain why I had fought so hard to join. I wasn’t sure what made me want to go on a perilous quest that had a larger chance of failure than it ever did of success.
All of us had our reasons, even then I knew I had mine. I often asked why I wanted so badly to go on that quest, especially whenever we were faced with yet another life threatening situation. Each time I asked myself why, the small voice in the back of my mind told me I knew exactly why and I always had.
Our moment was interrupted by heavy footsteps coming near. Thorin rounded the corner with Balin close at his heels. Whenever he laid eyes upon us, the rest of the company and members of his family, he sighed, “He will not come.”
“We really have lost our burglar,” Kili muttered.
Dis frowned, “Can we do this without a burglar, Thorin?”
“We don’t have a choice.”
“We could always pick one up along the way,” Bofur suggested.
The rest of the company had slowly started to make their way into the room. I glanced over the back at the chair at my brother, “I suppose we’ll just pop over to the market and buy one, then.”
“Sod off, Lorelai.”
“Quiet, all of you,” Thorin demanded, “We will continue as planned. There are fifteen of us- that’s more than enough.”
“Sixteen, if you count the wizard,” Dis added.
Fili and I squeezed each other's hands as if it were the last time. That night, anxiety ran high among all of us, but we did our best not to show it. When I looked at the fourteen somber faces surrounding me, I saw no fear, no hesitance, only courage and a deep resolve to see the job done.
That alone made my own fear dwindle. When I looked at the company, I didn’t see few numbers pitted against a dragon, I saw a chance. I saw the possibility of success in our courage and strength alone. Numbers were nothing if they weren’t brave and true. These dwarves were more dedicated to each other than an entire army could ever be. That alone was what would defeat that dragon.
“We musn’t lose faith,” I met Fili’s eyes and smiled, “We’ll see this through after all.”
Fili squeezed my hands, “There’s my Lorelai.”
“We will leave at dawn,” Thorin commanded, “Get some rest, all of you, you’ll need it.”
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fuckingdeadbutroyal · 4 years
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Jasonette July- Soulmate AU- Part 2
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -
“How long has this been going on?”, Damians voice was flat. An outsider would maybe even perceive it as bored, but his brothers heard him. Damian Wayne was horrified. “Five and a half days now, to be precise. We have heard of the earthquake but we didn’t know about the metas. That’s why we’re here, save the citizens and catch the-” “How did we not know of any metas in Paris? Why are we only coming to help them now? Look at this place!”, Nightwing interrupted his father, in Jasons opinion rightfully so. Paris was not what he remembered from the posters and booklets he had seen. The city could have lost WW2 and even then it would probably look better than it currently did. “That’s international matters, we’re not even meant to be here but it got out of control so I asked Red Robin to investigate. Now stop complaining and start working.”, Bruce scolded his adoptives and, leaving no room for further interruption, began giving out orders. Dick, Jason, Stephanie and Damian were on citizen-saving duty, while Tim stayed at the manor and guided them per earpiece. Bruce, Cass, Duke and Barbara were on metawatch™, meant to collect more information on the cause of destruction, aswell as the heroes Tim had mentioned in his report. One final tech-check later the formerly crowded rooftop was deserted and Paris had a new crew of support in form of bat-themed vigilantes.
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Jason felt...sad. Deeply, desperatly heartbroken. He remembers feeling that way when he first discovered his fathers lack of avenging the death of his second son. But now? Of course, the sight he was currently enduring was horrific. He was sorry it had to come to this, frustrated his hands just weren’t enough to help every Parisian in pain. But that desperation? His inhumane tiredness? The way his whole body just felt numb, as if he were in so much pain his senses just wouldn’t- no couldn’t keep up? He knew it was out of place, his brothers were okay after all. Even Dick, the most emotional one out of his siblings, was much more focused than Jason. He knew it had to do with his soulmate, at least he guessed as much. The thought of them being somewhere in this city, hiding in one of those hyper-secure shelters he had seen while rummaging through the collapsed buildings and pulling out everyone he could find...it was unnerving. Though somehow he knew that that wasn’t the case. 
Upon first taking in the sight of Paris’ ruins Red Hood just knew where he was and what streets he was aiming for. He knew where the shelters were, could guide the civilians towards them and even recognized some of the buidings, even though there was nothing left but dust and dirt. Jason had a gut feeling telling him that all those things weren’t actually his knowledge. It had to be his soulmates. They knew everything he needed to know about the city, they recognized it from above. But one piece of information, which now that Timmy has properly updated them about Paris’ situation should have been absolutely unavoidable, was missing. What do those shelters look like from the inside? 
Why doesn’t his soulmate know?
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Marinette was on autopilot. It has been four days since her parents death. She hasn’t slept, hasn’t eaten and hasn’t stopped moving. Chat has already collapsed twice, which ended up with her carrying him to one of their recharging-shelters in the water and spending ungodly amounts of time trying to find food and water for him aswell as holding him in place while he slept, hoping to avoid his otherwise certain death by drowning. “What a sad end it would be”, the girl thought to herself, “all that effort, all that pain, and we could just loose it all to a petty accident. Not that there is much left to save...”
She wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but Ladybug, the hero and saviour of Paris, did no longer care about winning. She didn’t think of saving those people who were praying in her name, praying to her. She didn’t believe in god and oh Kwami did she not believe in herself. What she did believe in, though, was revenge. She wanted to kill that dusty bitch, even if it was the last thing she would do. Ladybug didn’t care about the victim. She knew for herself that if she were the one who did this to her beloved City of Love, she could no longer live with herself. She wanted to kill the akuma and even though a voice deep inside her was telling her otherwise, trying to stop her and arguing that this was not what her parents would have wanted, Marinette did not care. She was going to free the petite akuma and then tear it apart with her very own teeth. And guess who’s next? “That’s right, I’m coming for your ass, Shitmoth.”
Her voice woke the boy next to her. She hasn’t even realised how her train of thought has surfaced into the real world until Plagg, who was sleeping on the blondes stomach, started grumbling in despleasure about how his pillow shouldn’t be moving. Adrien sat up, not meeting Ladybugs eyes as he took the cheese she was handing him and giving it to the suddenly awake and alert Kwami who, as always, swallowed it whole. It was kind of nice, reassuring, watching him do something Adrien has formerly perceived as highly annoying. Back then, before “The End of the World”, as he now called it, has fallen from the sky. Or rather dug it’s way out from six feet under, since the main cause of destruction were the earthquakes. Destruction. Thinking of it made Adriens gag-reflexes act up. He hated this akuma. Not only for the obvious reasons. No, Adrien hated how useless he himself felt because of it. Why should he cataclysm something while he’s trying to stop Dirtface from doing so? It was highly contraproductive and Chat could not stand it. It was like watching the person you hate most, fan-girl about something you love. Kind of ruins the experience. Adrien didn’t know if he could use his power the way he did before, ever again. The only upside to it was, that he didn’t have to recharge as often and was therefore capable of protecting his partner whenever she had to hide. 
As long as he didn’t fucking collapse from exhaustion, of course.
“I fainted again, didn’t I?”, he asked, shame crawling into his every pore. He was hoping to avoid that. The first time already came at the price of his identity, though luckily Ladybug has been quick enough to hide him before anyone else could catch a glimpse. Adrien wasn’t aware of it, but once Mari managed to securely position him on one of the upside-down-boats benches, she fell into a hysterical fit of laughter. She cried, she felt as if she were about to choke, as if she were about to finally explode into all those shattered pieces her heart now consisted of. Her laughter, though, showed none of these emotions. An outsider would be afraid to come near her, her parents would not be able to recognize her, she herself would have been disturbed by that sight. If the Joker were there to see it, he would have had to give his crown to her, for her laugh was scarier than any Jokers could ever be. 
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Marinette just nodded and waited for Chat to suit back up. She didn’t think of his collapses as embarassing. Instead, Ladybug was highly impressed by his skill and endurance. She knew he didn’t have the luxury of someone taking the hit for her, sleeping and eating instead of her. For so long Mari has been trying to convice herself that she realy was, just like Adrien, just like Chat, alone. She wanted to believe that her soulmate was dead, wanted to live and not give a damn about that extra source of pain, which is the only thing she has ever thought of, when it came to feeling any kind of relationship towards her bonded. How could she love what brings her torture? How could she want to love the pain? Now though, with death being all around her, no-one she could turn to and time playing against her...Marinette was relying on them. She would not be able to surive this without her soulmate sleeping instead of her, would have probably fallen to the hands of malnutrition, if it weren’t for them feeding her through that inexplicable bond between their souls. 
Adrien did not have that. He was born without a soulmate, which wasn’t anything unusual. After all, more than half of the worlds population were either born without a soulmate or simply existed during a different century than their significant others. 
Just like Nino, just like Chloe, just like Nathaniel, Kagami and Luka: Adrien isn’t going to stay by Ladybugs side forever. She knew that now. That was okay, though. Because now she was certain of one thing. Her soulmate was alive and, according to her intensifying tiredness as well as that energizing tingling keeping her body up and working, they were on their way to save her.
That carries a tiny problem though.
She had to avoid getting help. She wouldn’t let it happen again.
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HI! First of: Thank you so much for the amazing feedback, I am so fucking grateful you have no idea (or you do? idk. THANK YOU ILY)
This story has gotten much longer than I had planned but tbh I love it. There’s a part 3 and probably a part 4 coming, Though I’ll post it tomorrow ‘cause I gotta write it and like, live life a bit.
Critique and any kind of feedback is very welcome!
I will most probably continue Jasonette July, this is so much more fun than I expected. So see you tomorrow \o/
Thanks for reading^^
P.S.: There's finally some proper Jasonette on the horizon☄
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radramblog · 3 years
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Every Boros Commander, Part 1
Every one of these rambles is going to be longer and nerdier than the last, I guess. We’ll see how long I can keep that up for.
If you aren’t or haven’t been at least a casual fan of Magic: The Gathering, this post is going to be completely lost on you, sorry.
Oh also I’m having to split this in half since it took basically all afternoon to write and its still juuuust not done.
Boros gets a lot of shit for being bad and having bad generals for EDH until recently, and seeing as its my favourite two-colour pair I felt like exploring, well, every option we have for the combo. I’m excluding the new Commander Legends partner commanders in this, since I don’t have all day, and I’m also not covering Akiri and Bruse Tarl since no-one ever builds just Boros with them, and I’m not including 3-5 colour decks that just happen to have red and white in them. That’s not Boros.
Boros’s strengths are in manipulating combat, in tokens, and with Voltron strategies. It is the best pair for Equipment decks and top tier for Aggressive decks, to the point of being arguably shoehorned by WOTC into such strategies for a long time. Its weaknesses are mostly to do with card draw and ramp, possibly the most important things in a casual game of Commander, but the former is alleviated by many of red’s recent card draw options and the latter easily supplemented with mana rocks- if you have enough money, any deck can have good ramp, but enough budget options exist these days that it isn’t too bad even for the “worst colors”.
Anyway, enough beating around the bush lets get into this. Going in Chronological order.
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Agrus Kos, Wojek Veteran (29th most played as of writing)
…It seriously took until Ravnica to get a legendary RW creature? Heinous. Cool as Agrus is as protagonist of the Ravnica novel, his card simply does not hold up in 2021, let alone beforehand. He’s a Glorious Anthem style commander, except he works best only with creatures that are both red and white, and not nearly enough cards produce multicolored tokens for him to boost. Oh, also he’s a 5 mana 3/3 with no protection or evasion that has to attack to get his effect. Save it for the novel.
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Razia, Boros Archangel (30th most played as of writing, the last place finalist)
Speaking of Ravnica. Razia is fucking cool, between the art and unique, if underwhelming, activated ability. She is also 8 mana and not green. She is the only commander to my knowledge that can redirect damage to opponents’s creatures, so if that’s the deck you want to build, go for it, though enjoy the distressingly small cardpool. God, they couldn’t have given her an extra power, could they?
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Brion Stoutarm (6th most played as of writing)
Brion is the first actually viable commander of the bunch, being a pretty decent head to either a Fling deck with Ball Lightnings or Acts of Treason, or just Giant Tribal with his Lorwyn compatriots. I don’t think I’ve ever seen or played against Brion yet, but I’d be interested in doing so. Having lifegain in the command zone with a deck that likes throwing damage around is pretty nice. It’s surprising that he’s still so high, especially considering EDHREC (my data source) only now pulls from the last 2 years of decks, but I’m certainly not sad to see him there.
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Jor Kadeen, the Prevailer (19th most played as of writing)
Spoilers: Jor is actually the best Anthem commander. +3/+0 is huge, and when most of your ramp and some of your draw is artifacts you’re not going to have a hard time getting metalcraft. 5 mana is a fair chunk for an aggressive deck but he turns the damage output up enough notches that I think he’s pretty good. Underrated in my opinion. How are there more Tajic, Legion’s Edge decks than Jor Kadeen decks?
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Basandra, Battle Seraph (24th most played as of writing)
Basandra is the head of my current Boros deck, being a pillowfort/combat manipulation deck. She’s, uh, not ideal in that even, since she stops even you from casting removal and such during combat. Having an extra must attack effect in the zone is nice, though, and a flying commander can be nice for closing games out. Basandra at least has the gift of being fairly open-ended, but also, she doesn’t really do anything, so that’s probably got something to do with it.
On a side note, fuck you Terese Nielsen for turning out to be a cunt. No-one else seems to have drawn this character, so I can’t even make an alter. Fuck.
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Gisela, Blade of Goldnight (10th most played as of writing)
Gisela has a lot of very attractive words on her. Unfortunately, 7 mana and that ability means that as soon as you drop her out of the zone, you better use her quick because she isn’t sticking around long. Obviously lends herself to group slug or Earthquake decks, but the former paints an even bigger target on your head and the latter is even mana hungrier than normal. I prefer her in the 99.
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Aurelia, the Warleader (5th most played as of writing)
Aurelia was the “best” Boros commander for a long time, and it’s easy to see why- haste and an extra combat trigger add up to a lot of damage very quickly and it’s not like there was much competition for a while. She’s actually the only one of the top 5 Boros commanders that wasn’t printed in the last 5 years, so I guess she’s stood the test of time, much like Brion.  I’d argue she’s pretty boring though, seeing as she has the one thing she does, but she does it well and there’s no faulting her for that. She’s the closest we have to r/custommagic’s favourite “double combat triggers” legend. A lot of people seem to run her as Angel Tribal too, which of the available Angels in the zone I’d argue that’s a pretty good shout. The Red/Boros Angels are fun!
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Tajic, Blade of the Legion (20th most played as of writing)
The first on this list I’d consider playing as Voltron, Tajic’s first card is indestructible which as a former Sapling of Colfenor player is fucking excellent in the zone for when you have to play defensively. He does, however, require other creatures in the deck to truly shine, and you do have to have those creatures attack, so it can be awkward to get the most out of him. He’s a cool dude though, much better than his other card imo.
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Anax and Cymede (23rd most played as of writing)
The first draft I ever played was a Born of the Gods draft in which I splashed Anax and Cymede. Clearly, I had no idea what I was doing. Anax and Cymede look a lot like Tajic in deck, to be honest, since they’re creatures that like having buffs but also want other creatures around to benefit. Heroic is kind of an awkward requirement, however, and I suspect you’d be spending more time just having it as a buff for the royals themselves. Its nice to see a loving married couple as a Magic card, though, I’m sure things will be good for them always.
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Iroas, God of Victory (9th most played as of writing)
Somehow despite it being common in the 99 of aggressive decks, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an Iroas deck in my local metas. I think it has the potential to be pretty powerful, since if you can meet his (admittedly harsh) requirement he’s an indestructible evasive commander with that magical 7 power making commander damage a 3HKO. And when he’s not ready to rumble, he’s nigh impossible to kill on account of the limited targeted enchantment exile people tend to play in the format. Otherwise, he makes attacking free and bountiful for other creatures, and so is just kinda good to have around- I can see running him for that alone.
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Munda, Ambush Leader (27th most played as of writing)
Somehow more people are playing Munda than Razia or Agrus, despite being just the worst commander with Ally in the text (outside the type line, love you Zada) and not doing actual anything outside of that. Why the fuck doesn’t he draw the cards? Why does he just stack them? God, Munda sucks. Also I have like 3 of them, since I drafted a lot of that deck in that environment and people just pass him around. Anyone want one? Be my guest.
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Kalemne, Disciple of Iroas (11th most played as of writing)
Precon face commanders always get a bit more love and a bit more power than the average legend, and Kalemne is no exception. Double Strike in the zone on a creature that gets bigger is just nuts, and it means she kills people astonishingly quickly. Even my non-voltron Kalemne deck that just wanted to play big idiots had her as a huge threat since even if she gets killed she stays big. Kalemne also happens to be probably better for Giant tribal than Brion, though he does at least get to yeet those removal magnets if they do get removed.
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Anya, Merciless Angel (26th most played as of writing)
I didn’t think Anya would be this low. While she is another indestructible commander, it is conditional, and her abilities are self-sabotaging- if someone is in range of being killed by her, you’re probably not going to want to attack them just so you can keep indestructible and buffs, but you also, yknow, want to kill them. I can see her being political in this way though- keeping someone alive with her swords at their throat can have some fun implications. I think shes underrated despite her awkwardness.
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Archangel Avacyn (14th most played as of writing)
(Her colour identity is RW since her other face is a red creature. It’s a bit odd, I know)
Avacyn was fucking unbeatable in draft and obnoxious in Standard (though one of my favourite magic stories involves her, so,), and since I never managed to get one for Kalemne when that deck was around I have no real love for her. She’s generically powerful without leading in a particular direction, but her flip ability is pretty cool as is her story in the set. It’s OK. Also why do people keep putting her in Angel decks? You know she doesn’t flip off those, right?
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Adriana, Captain of the Guard (22nd most played as of writing)
Adriana, Adriana. I didn’t dislike Adriana as much as I did until I actually did the math on her. Typical commander games are 4-player, so she is a +3/+3 anthem at maximum assuming you have good attacks on every single opponent and that none of them are dead yet. I’m really not sure why you’d play this over Jor Kadeen, and it looks like people aren’t, so. Melee was a fun mechanic in draft, but I completely understand why it hasn’t crossed over, ever, to other formats, seeing as there are 7 total cards with it and most of them are draft chaff. CONTINUED IN PART 2...ANOTHER DAY. PROBABLY SOON SINCE IT’S 2/3 DONE ALREADY.
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sparklingichigo · 3 years
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Drama Intensifies
Part 13
Now here we are in the final scene. Reika and the Shadow King finally joined forces turning a big dragon and they flew up, against the Devildom's ground. Sure this is shocking, suddenly they hear a loud thump. A certain angel has been summoned.
Sandalphon : So... what did I miss?
Michael: That- [points into that big dragon]
Sandalphon: Ah, like the old times. It's been a while, shadow king.
Shadow King: ???? What? Who are you?!
Sandalphon: One of the Cherubim angels. So, are we gonna fight or what?
Reika: You're on!
Sandalphon: Before that- [creates a wall between himself and the others]
Michael: Are you sure you don't need help?
Sandalphon: Certainly not, Michael. The other Cherubim angels are on their way as well. So if there's more earthquake don't mind us^^
Michael: Okay! We'll count on you, Sandalphon!!
Sandalphon: I'll do my best!
And so the battle begins. The others have zero idea what's going on because of Sandalphon's wall hindering them from seeing everything despite flying. But one thing, this angel is definitely winning.
Haruka: ...What now?
Simeon: Unsure, let's just let him do his thing.
Solomon: Can I just-
Asmo: No! That's dangerous! Are you crazy?!
Tidus : Let's just...introduce ourselves. I'm Tidus and this is my wife, Yuna.
Yuna: Hello, everyone! It's very nice to meet you^^
Warrior of Light: As you know, my name is warrior of light^^ it's very nice to meet you kids.
Luke: I'm not a kid???
Zidane: Oh, how old are you?
Luke: .... 10? In human age... but 885 in angel age....
Zidane : pfft, you're actually a kid. I'm 16.
Luke: Stop calling me that!
Noctis: Ehem! Everyone, my name is Noctis. Heir to the Lucian Throne.
Diavolo: Oh a royal as well! I'm Diavolo, soon to be king of Devildom!
Solomon: Heh, already a king right here! King of Israel!
Ichigo: Ex. Ex-King of Israel.
Solomon: I'm still a king!
Ichigo: And I don't give a sht!
Tina: Uhm... Hi everyone, I'm Tina^^
Asmo: She's so pretty! Hi, Tina! I'm Asmo! We're gonna be good friends!
Tina: W-we are?
Asmo: If you want to ^^
And so on, basically, they're all bonding on Ichigo's dragon. Luckily Violet is fine with them being on top of her. Of course, the other oldies are with Merlin, on his dragon Kilgharrah. As they were talking, another earthquake happens.
Haruka: I'm gonna see what happened.
Lucifer: Haruka no! That's really dangerous!
Haruka: I'll be fine. Fenrir is with me and he'll protect me!
Lucifer: Fine, Satan, go with her.
Satan and Simeon: What?!
Satan: Why are you shocked as well?!
Simeon: You tell me!
Lucifer: ...Unfortunately, I only trust Satan at this point. Because my other brothers... are reckless.
Beel: I'm not re-
Lucifer: and in this case, a certain someone wouldn't let you-
Ichigo: Me? I'm fine with it. If you want Beel to go with her.
Lucifer: My decision is final.
Haruka: ...Fine.... Guess Satan will get on Fenrir with me.
Haha, of course, Simeon doesn't like any of this. Ichigo and the twins are cracking up because it's too funny. So are Mammon and Levi. So here they are, Haruka and Satan on Fenrir looking at the battle.
Satan: Wow, he did summon another one.
Haruka: Indeed... and it's quite an intense battle.
Fenrir: It is, Princess. I think we should come back soon.
Haruka: Why so?
Fenrir: THAT THING IS ABOUT TO ATTACK US!!
Satan: Sht! Get down, Fenrir! Now!!
Luckily Fenrir flies down all the way back to them. Sandalphon is shocked by the sudden shot. Did someone come there? Perhaps one of their strategies. Oh well. Back at the safe space, Haruka and Satan are both scared shtless. They almost died because of that shot!
Lucifer: What happened?!
Satan: That thing saw us... and shoot us...
Lucifer: I told you going there was a bad idea!
Haruka: I know...I know.... I think she notices my appearance and wants to fight me.
Solomon: Why would she fight you? Isn't her target Ichigo and I?
Haruka: Well....yeah... it's a long story actually. So technically Reika and I are sisters, she's my evil twin considering her acts.
Solomon: So?
Ichigo: Uhm... there are also twins who are getting along just well.
Haruka: Not the point. But I'll just battle this. Since she already hurt you guys and I can't have it!
Ichigo: Then I'll go too! Her target is me, not you! We'll do it!
Solomon: I'm surrounded by crazy chicks!
Ichigo: Yes you are^^ Now our final form?
Haruka: Final form^^
With that Ichigo and Haruka transform into their final form. Ichigo ends up in a pink-black outfit while Haruka turns into a white mage with a crystal wand.
Luke: Whoa! That's so cool!
Lucifer: Are you sure you don't want any help from us?
Ichigo: Certainly not. Sure I might summon you guys for battle but for now, I don't think so. You guys did well.
Beel: Don't die!
Ichigo: I won't or at least I'll try to.
Warrior of Light: For now, we'll give you backup powers. All of us!
With that Haruka's knights connect all their powers and give her more into that crystal wand. Of course, Merlin supports her granddaughter by giving her his powers.
Merlin: Here is mine, Please use them well.
Ichigo: Thanks a lot Grandpa, I won't let you down!
Haruka: Fenrir! Take us there!
Fenrir: Yes, your highness.
Fenrir finally took Ichigo and Haruka to the battle field. Of course Sandalphon and his cherubim angels are still battling the Azazel dragon a.k.a Reika and Shadow King's union. Once they arrive, Reika suddenly comes out with a psycho grin.
Reika: Oh, you're here. Finally, the battle I've been looking for, especially with you.
Ichigo: ...can you like specify....? Because there's like three of us. Are you battling the wolf? Me? Haruka? Who?
Fenrir: I'll go help Sandalphon, I don't think her target is me.
Haruka: Alright^^ Good luck, Fenrir!
As soon as Fenrir runs towards the Sandalphon's area. Reika obviously charges towards Ichigo first considering she's her target. Luckily Ichigo summons her flame sword to parry that sword. Of course, Reika being Reika forces the sword into her further.
Ichigo: Heh, you're so motivated to kill me, are you?
Reika: Yes. Because you deserve death.
Ichigo: Go on then, kill me. [parries the sword and luckily removes that sword]. I'm done. I'm done with all your bullsht, Reika. You go "oh I'm gonna kill Ichigo" but here we are. I'm not dead yet!
Reika: Oh, I will certainly kill you.
Ichigo: Do it. I don't have my sword now. Come on, coward
Reika getting riled up summons her sickle to finally kill her once and for all. She's about to throw it at Ichigo. Ichigo anticipates her death right now until someone blocks the attack.
Merlin: STAY AWAY FROM MY GRANDDAUGHTER!!
Reika: See! This is why I haven't killed you yet! Let go, you old man!
Ichigo: Grandpa... why can't you just let her kill me....?
Merlin: Because you're my granddaughter that's why. Now allow me^^ [throws the sickle far far away]
Ichigo: Grandpa... [sigh]
Meanwhile, in the safe space, everyone hears a loud thump. There are so many explosions they don't even know who's winning!
Beel: Lucifer, you have to let me get in there! Please!!
Lucifer: I can't let you do that! That's really dangerous!
Beel: But-
Satan: Dad, you gotta let me in. She might be dead anytime soon!
Diavolo: ....uhm....have you guys seen Merlin?
Barbatos: pfft-
Diavolo: What?
Barbatos: Rest assure everyone, we have hope^^
Diavolo: You're telling me...Merlin joins them?
Barbatos: He is, as a good grandpa that he is^^
Back at the battlefield, Merlin and Ichigo both joined forces to battle Reika. Haruka luckily has finally defeat Reika's clone. Of course, Reika summons her sickle again to battle them.
Merlin: [sigh] Time to summon my most powerful weapon.
Ichigo: What do you mean?
Merlin: The one and only... [Pulls out his magical sword] This, we'll use this to battle her.
Reika: Ha! Guess she did lose after all. Such a weakling.
Ichigo: Do you like...wanna check your cloning?
Reika: What do you mean?!
Ichigo: That thing is destroyed and so will you! Grandpa, use the sword!
Reika: Not so fast!
Just like that Reika ends up battling Merlin, she did use the illusion magic but Merlin knows well where she was. He's just giving her a chance until Merlin smirks and freezes her in place.
Reika: What?! How?! How is it possible?! How?!
Merlin: Because this sword will kill sinners and sinners only, and you're one of them. [slashes her]
With that Reika has finally disappeared with a scream and a big explosion, unfortunately, Sandalphon is still battling with Shadow King. Hearing the explosion, Shadow King checks what happened and he finds Reika exploding.
Shadow King: No!! Reika! HOW DARE YOU, LOWLY SORCERER!!
Merlin: Low? Really? Me? Low? I literally just killed your partner.
Shadow King: You will pay for this!
Sandalphon: [sigh] Everyone, please take cover. This world is gonna explode.
Ichigo: What?!
Fenrir: Come on, let's go! Both of you!
Ichigo and Merlin get on top of Fenrir but they can't seem to find Haruka.
Ichigo: Fenrir! Where's Haruka?!
Fenrir: Simeon caught her, let's go.
Once they return, Simeon is still healing Haruka with Michael's help. Fenrir also tells them the news that the world is gonna explode.
Lucifer: The world is gonna what?!
Simeon: Come again?!
Fenrir: That thing is so mad, he's gonna blow up the world and that wall is not going to hold it back.
Solomon: Human world! We'll go to the human world!
Lucifer: Hurry! Solomon! Open the portal!
Solomon: Might as- SHT! THAT THING IS SHOOTING AT US!
Lucifer: Hurry up!!
Ichigo: [sigh] Let me!
Both Solomon and Ichigo create a big portal to help them.
Ichigo: EVERYONE GET INTO THE PORTAL NOW!!
Noctis: What about us?!
Ichigo: YOU TOO! COME ON, GO!!
So with that, everyone hurriedly enters the portal, entering the human world. Luckily everyone is saved and none are injured. The angels have returned to heaven. Now this leaves the humans and demons. Unfortunately, Devildom is now gone, leaving it in a pool of lava.
Diavolo: I can't believe we went on battle just because of a petty reason....
Lucifer: Indeed... I'm sorry about Devildom.
Diavolo: It's okay.... at least we're now in the human realm. I'm sure Devildom will renincarnate.
Lucifer: I'm sure of that too.
Ichigo: Now what?
Beel: Human world food!!
Ichigo: Sure, I'm kinda hungry as well.
Belphie: Heh, never thought of the day of seeing Ichigo wearing short shorts.
Ichigo: It's 32 degrees Celcius! It's hot!
Asmo: You know what else is hot?
Ichigo: Hm?
Asmo: THAT MAN! [points at Solomon in his summer outfit]
Ichigo: ....ew
Haruka: ew indeed.
Solomon: What?!
Haruka: I prefer to stare at this anyway-
Simeon: Hm? Me?
Haruka: Yeah...^^
Belphie: Perhaps my twin brother?
Ichigo glances at Beel in his human world outfit. Alright, this is time for Ichigo to die....slowly...
Ichigo: ....uh....
Warrior of Light: Everyone! I'm sorry for interrupting your talk, but we have to return to our home soon^^
Lucifer: Our apologies. We do get distracted a lot.
Luke: So soon???
Noctis: Yeah! This kid is cool!
Luke: I'm not a kid!!
Noctis: can't you just focus on the nice stuff?!
Lightning: Unfortunately, Noctis, we need to go^^
Noctis: But we're in the human world though-
Warrior of light: We're in the wrong universe though. We should come back soon.
Noctis: Psh. You're no fun! Fine!
Warrior of Light: Well, it's good knowing you all^^ Farewell, Michael, Lucifer.
Michael: Farewell^^
Lucifer: Have a safe journey.
At the same time, Diavolo, Ichigo, and Merlin have to part as well. Sure he can stay with them but that'd mean exposing his identity.
Ichigo: Do you really have to go?
Merlin: I mean... I can stay but that'd mean exposing my identity to the whole world. So I have to go on a nomad. I'll visit though.
Ichigo: I see...
Diavolo: Do inform if you're visiting. I'm sure to make the best welcome party for you!
Barbatos: M'lord-
Merlin: I'm sure to inform you guys! But off I go now! See you all soon!
With that Merlin and the knights from Haruka's world left them with their own portal.
Tina: I'm gonna miss you all!! Especially you, bestie!!
Asmo: Samme!! Please visit though!! I'll do your hair! and your nails and-
Solomon: Shut up.
Asmo: and your makeup!!
Tina: Me too!! We can switch outfits too!!
Warrior of Light: Tina!
Tina: Y-Yes sir, my apologies!
Warrior of Light: Come on, we're late.
Once the portal closes, this leaves the devil dom citizen and the angels.
Diavolo: You know...Warrior of light reminds me of both of you.
Lucifer: Both of- nooo! Michael and I are totally different!
Michael: Yep! 100% difference.
Solomon: Are you sure?
Lucifer and Michael: SHUT UP!!
Diavolo: indeed, twins. Right, Rosaria?
Rosaria: Indeed. Twins.
Satan: ....does that mean Michael and Rosaria are my uncle and auntie?
Lucifer: ....
Michael: .....
Rosaria: ....
Solomon: Great, you broke all three of them!
Lucifer: I don't think I can sleep tonight...
Michael: Same...
Rosaria: What?!
Michael: Hahaha, just ignore him. He's probably unfocused today. Wanna go shopping?
Rosaria: Human world shopping?! Yes!
Now back to our couple. Of course, Ichigo is dying inside because Beel is teasing her right now while Simeon and Haruka are relaxing beneath the tree.
Belphie: I'll just go... yeah... [leave the area] wait I can't even sleep. It's too hoooot!!
Haruka: Hey Belphie, you can sleep beside me!
Belphie: Aaa thank you!! It's too hot and here we are! [sleeps beside Haruka]
Simeon: Well.... we need to find a place soon because we can't possibly sleep on this grass.
Ichigo: Well that's true, we need to get a place soon.
Belphie: Yea, sleeping on grass is uncomfortable!
Lucifer: I actually....have a place here^^
Simeon: You do?
Lucifer: I do! A mansion actually to fit all six of my brothers and some guests... sometimes Lord Diavolo.
Satan: I didn't know you were rich...
Lucifer: Why do you think Mammon always tries to get my wallet?
Satan: touche.
Lucifer: Luckily, it's not that far from here so we can get there soon.
Michael: Oh that's good! Because... I got banned from the celestial realm by Father for 3 months... Because of engaging some sins...
Simeon: Same.... unironically it's only the three of us.
Luke: ....That's really biased....
Haruka: ....Lucifer.... can I stay in a hotel instead?
Lucifer: ??? Why?
Haruka: Because I wanna stay with Simeon...?
Lucifer: With Simeon?
Haruka: Yes.
Lucifer: Well you guys are fiance, it's only fair.
Lucifer: Wait- Fiances?! Since when are you guys engaged?!
Simeon: ....months ago....?
Michael: Probably more.
Lucifer: Oh, I didn't no- Satan... are you okay?
Satan: ....y-yeah I'm fine. Haha.....
Ichigo: Here. [gives him tissue]
Satan: no, no, no I'm fine.
Ichigo: Bruh-
Beel: There there [pats Satan's shoulder]
And everyone, that's how Devildom got destroyed.... well reincarnated. So here they are in Lucifer's mansion while the angels and Haruka stay at the hotel.
Ichigo:....why are you staying at the hotel? And with him???
Haruka: Because....
Asmo: oh ho ho ho ho~ What are you gonna do there~
Simeon: Asmodeus!
Asmo: Who knows, perhaps Simeon is more sinful~
Michael: Asmodeus Morningstar!
Asmo: Alright, alright, okay!
Simeon: Get your head out of the gutter, Asmo.
Asmo: I'm the avatar of lust, it's impossible~
Asmo: But certainly someone is free to do sins in the mansion~ I can smell how turned you are because of Beel's outfit.
Beel: Asmo!
Ichigo: What- no!
Belphie: I mean... if you want to-
Ichigo: Belphegor!
Solomon: Watch everyone in the mansion hears screams from their room.
Lucifer: [smacks Solomon] Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself!
Michael: Lucifer, Rosaria and I are going to the hotel, okay?
Lucifer: Sure! See you around, twin brother!
Michael: ...Lucifer acknowledges me!
Lucifer: Shut up!
Rosaria: There there^^ We'll be off now.
Lucifer: Have a safe trip^^ You too, Simeon, Luke.
Simeon: Thank you, Lucifer. I wish the same for you. Come on, Haruka.
Haruka: Bye everyone!!!
Luke: Byeee!! We'll visit!!
Ichigo: :(( I'll miss you, Luke!!
Luke: I'll visit!! It won't be far!
Ichigo: [sighs in relief] Oh that's good. I can visit you!
Luke: You can!
Simeon: Luke... come on^^
Luke: o-o oh no [catches up to them]
Now this leaves Ichigo, Barbatos, Diavolo, and the seven brothers. They're now on their way to the human world mansion. Satan unfortunately is still sad because of what he sees. Belphie and Asmo comfort him of course but Satan prefers to be alone.
Asmo: That poor guy, he seems to be so heartbroken. I feel bad...
Belphie: It's for his own peace too. Despite his change.... Haruka is still with Simeon so he can't.
Solomon: Unless....
Asmo: Don't you dare! [smacks Solomon]
Solomon: I haven't finished!
Asmo: Are you implying her to be like you?! To have multiple lovers?!
Solomon: May- [gets smacked by Ichigo]
Ichigo: She's not like you. Stop trying to make people into a polyamorous person.
Beel: Certainly not. She's pretty much loyal to whoever her lover is. For now, I might do what Asmo said.
Asmo: Hm?
Ichigo: What?! Beel! Wtf?! [got carried away to their room, help]
Asmo: oooh! Oh my Lord! Don't forget the silencing spell!!
Solomon: Holy sht-
Belphie: What-
Lucifer: [facepalms]
Asmo: OML...he locked the door-
Solomon: ..... where are the angels when we need them....
Yeah.... that's pretty much it! We'll see you in our sequel "human world adventures". See you guys soon~^^
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Okay so: Madix has been feeling overwhelmed at work all day (maybe he's got some kind of assessment coming up soon?) and his stomach hurts from stress by the time he gets home. Riley has made them dinner, but Madix can't leave work at the door and his stomach is in knots while he's forcing himself to eat. Riley notices something is off and has to drag it out of him (surprised, since Madix is usually so easygoing), but then he comforts his boyfriend emotionally and physically.
This is such a good prompt thank you!! I’m really happy with how this turned out :) 
Beneath the table, Madix’s leg bounced up and down causing the cutlery to shiver in fear. His own fork vibrated against his untouched plate of food. He was lost in thought, completely unaware of the mini earthquake he was creating with the nervous energy in his body. His hair stuck up in strange directions from hours of raking his fingers through the strands. Now, he sat in silence, aimlessly moving food around his plate, still yanking at his hair.
“Mads, you’re making the whole table shake,” Riley said, with a light quality to his voice. In contrast, Riley’s dinner was almost gone. He waited for a reply, staring at Madix, but his boyfriend didn’t even lift his head up. “Madix!”
“What!?” He was startled out of his daze and quickly made eye contact with the boy across the table.
Riley chewed slowly for a second, taking in Madix’s appearance and jumpy state. He noted his untouched dinner and ever-moving eyes. “Are you okay? You barely ate anything.”
“Oh, sorry.” Madix looked around as if he’d lost something. “I don’t have much of an appetite. It’s fine, I’m just tired from work.”
“Okay…” Riley said hesitantly. He wasn’t convinced, especially not with the pallor in Madix’s face. “Is that it? Did something happen at the hospital?”
The hospital was a place that Madix did not wish to think about, however, it felt like he’d never left. Though he was sitting at his own kitchen table, it was as if he was in the middle of his shift. The events of the day replayed in his brain over and over again. Every sentence and action were pressed into his memory with a hot poker.
Madix let out a shaky breath and swallowed thickly. He cleared his throat, feeling as if his entire stomach was lodged in his esophagus. “I had a stressful day.” His voice sounded strained and distant as he heard himself say that crazy understatement.
His shift had almost been over when it happened. The ER was so busy and loud that he just wanted to get out of there. During that last hour, he was a zombie walking around with a limp and a pounding headache. He had just finished getting blood work for a 19-year-old girl complaining of intense stomach pain. The results came as a surprise to both the woman and her boyfriend when Madix told her that she was pregnant. The boyfriend seemed excited, but the girl got a terrified look in her eyes. This wasn’t the stressful part.
The stressful part happened when an older man came running into the ER demanding to see his daughter. He was frantic and worried about his baby girl. This baby girl happened to be 19 years old and had supposedly arrived with a bastard of a boyfriend. The man grabbed Madix by the arm and yelled so hard that spit flew from his mouth. In a state of panic, Madix quickly explained to the man that his daughter was fine, but they needed to keep her longer to make sure that the baby was okay.
That’s when all hell broke loose. The man pushed past Madix and checked behind every curtain until he found his daughter. Well he found her, but he didn’t seem to care about her. It was the boyfriend he wanted. He yanked the boyfriend away from the bed and pushed him to the ground. A flurry of swear words echoed around the ER. The daughter started screaming at the father to stop, but she soon turned on Madix with a wild look in her eyes. Madix had felt like the target of a bull beginning to rush at him. His heart rate sped up, his stomach dropped, his –
“Babe! You look really pale. Tell me what’s wrong,” Riley said, breaking Madix’s trance. His voice was strong and insistent.
Madix was pulled back to reality where he could still hear faint echoes of the event. Everything else was being smothered by a ringing in his ears. The little bit of his dinner that he ate rose in his throat. He dropped the fork that he was holding, making it clatter against his plate.
“I feel sick to my stomach,” he said, standing up in a rush before running to the bathroom.
Riley raced after his boyfriend, not pausing to think about what was about to happen. It never registered in his mind that he might not want to follow his boyfriend where he was going. Riley only saw how much distress he was in and needed no time to decide what to do.
Riley reached the bathroom just as Madix’s knees hit the floor with a hard thud. Immediately, Madix retched over the toilet, but nothing came up. His chest heaved up and down as he began hyperventilating.
“Whoa, whoa, okay breathe, Madix. You gotta breathe, baby.” Riley’s knees came down just as hard as he threw himself next to Madix.
A harsh retch echoed in the bowl, but again nothing came up. Madix clutched at his chest as a choked sob came up. “Ahh fuck, Ry…” he gagged emptily. “I didn’t mean to –” another gag forced its way out of Madix’s mouth. “…I didn’t know…” Saliva was hanging from his lips as his body shook. “…gonna get fired…. hic…Ahh.”
With a heavy hand, Riley rubbed Madix’s back with enough pressure to get his attention. “Shh, shh, Madix. Let yourself throw up and then you can tell me.”  
Madix let out a long, ragged exhale, then breathed in a shaky inhale. It was a shallow breath but better than the last one. All his muscles were quivering as he tried to regain control. Just as his breathing started to become regular, he belched up a small amount of vomit.
“That’s it, babe,” Riley said. There was something different about this moment – something unknown that he was grateful for because it allowed him to stay by Madix’s side. “Take your time.”
Madix threw up in tiny waves a few more times until finally his stomach didn’t feel like it was being shredded from the inside. He rested his head against the toilet seat, feeling like he had just run a marathon while trying to perform open heart surgery.
When he was ready, Madix made eye contact with Riley. He held back tears as he spoke. “There was…this girl who found out she was pregnant…” he paused to steady his voice. Riley nodded without saying a word. “I told her father about the baby, but she didn’t want him to know. I shouldn’t have told him, I shouldn’t, I –”
“Then what happened, Mads?”
Madix rubbed his face before continuing. “She started saying that she was going to report me for violating her confidentiality. I don’t know what happened after that because my supervisor took over.” Madix let the tears fall down his face. “I’m so scared, Riley. Tell me what to do.”
The bathroom was silent for a moment and both boys were still. Suddenly, Madix was pulled into a hug, his head being cradled protectively against Riley’s chest. They stayed like that for a while, long after Madix stopped crying. Riley brushed his hand over his boyfriend’s hair. He allowed his own breathing to slow so that Madix would feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest from within his arms.
Riley kissed the top of Madix’s head then broke away from the hug. “The only thing we’re going to do tonight is go to bed early because you desperately need the rest. In the morning, I will help you sort this all out, okay? No matter what happens, I’ll be there. You have people who will look out for you, and guess who’s at the top of that list?
Madix sniffled and looked down with a sad smile.
“That’s right – me.” Riley gave his own smile. “Now, if your stomach is feeling up to it, we need some relaxing tea. Are you feeling better?”
Madix nodded shyly.
“Good,” Riley replied as he helped Madix off the bathroom floor. “I’ll join you in bed in a moment.”
“Wait, Ry…” Madix said as he grabbed his boyfriend’s hand before he could walk away. “Thank you.”
Riley smiled and kissed Madix’s forehead. He was going to say something in reply but Madix’s eyes were closed and he looked at peace.  
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