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DPxDC Warlock Batfamily
They're not warlocks in the traditional sense, no fancy spell work or obvious theming. In fact, most anyone less magically attune than John would just assume they were metas like anyone else on the team, but they weren't.
It took a while to notice, just passing off the magical fluctuations around them as the ebb and flow of the natural world, or maybe some residual curse vibes from Gotham (ew). But it was too consistent. When Batman slipped into the shadows it pulsed, and when Oracle seized control of nearby computers it surged. When Nightwing took his inhuman leaps into the air simply trusting that he would reach his lading point it soared and when that nightmare of a Robin brought a room to darkness it rested like a heavy weight on his shoulders.
They weren't individual users, their eclectically cohesive group structure was too uniform for that; but they weren't some family of sorcerers either, being quite obviously unrelated by blood save for a few. The most likely answer was that they were all warlocks in service to some common diety, taking on aspects of its power to enforce it's will upon the mortal world- and John really hoped it was a helpful entity, because they were in deep shit.
Peeling the partially liquefied tentacle off from across his chest, Constantine sat up and brought his hand up to cup his bruised face. He prayed to whatever was least likely to hold a grudge that their little hail Mary there had bought them enough time to perform a summoning.
"Hey Bat, get your patron on the phone, this is getting fucking Eldritch."
"What the hell are you talking about," Hal Jordan pushed himself out of the rubble with a massive green fist construct. "Bats isn't a magic user."
"Hm." Batman grunted as he picked bone shards out of his gauntlets. "I'll need to get something for the ritual."
Everyone present sat up to look at him like he'd grown another head, except Superman and Wonder Woman who seemed a little excited.
"I'm sorry, you're a magician?" The Flash pipes up from behind the ruins of an old altar, only to receive a level glare from his black clad coworker.
"Warlock."
"Oh."
Constantine grabbed onto some chains hanging from the precariously damaged ceiling, rising to his feet. "We don't have much time; that thing's off licking its wounds in space or something, but it'll be back. You go off and collect whatever artefact you have from wherever you hid it and I'll start drawing the circle, where are we pulling your Patron from?"
Batman nodded in agreement. "The Infinite Realms."
"Fucking Hell."
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The Watch Tower was crowded when Batman returned flanked by two other members for his little hero coven, carrying a small case decorated with constellations and nebulae.
Wonder Woman stepped up to look at the container, obviously curious, but not touching it.
"It will be wonderful to see him again, Batman. After this is dealt with I hope to hear the tales of my sisters from beyond."
"He'll definitely be happy to chat after we're done," Nightwing commented. "I hear he's been training with Pandora."
Red Robin nodded to that, an exasperated look on his face as he likely anticipated a long and drawn out conversation about different kinds of swords. Amazons liked their blades.
John gave that idea some concideration, Amazonian ghosts probably get up to some killer fights without having to worry about, ya know, death. He called out to the Dark Knight, "I've got the circle done, now we just need your call."
The three of them walk over to the summoning circle unceremoniously carved into the watch tower floor, Batman narrowing his eyes at the damaged paneling but saying nothing otherwise. The Dark Knight opens the case in his hands and pulls out what appears to be a small model space station.
The Coven spread themselves evenly around the circumference of the circle and Batman begins the ritual. "Salve patrōnem, egō stellam vocō." He throws the model space station into the circle where it appeared to float as the symbols in the ground lit up.
Slowly, a figure formed in the center, first as hands holding the model and spreading out over its arms and to its body in the shape of a young boy. He seemed to be wearing a black rubber hazmat suit with white accents and green lichtenberg figures crawling up his left arm. White hair appeared and with it piercing green eyes that seemed to be fixed on the toy in his hands. A cape flowed out behind him less like fabric and more like the endless void of space littered with stars and a cold weight settled on the room.
"Damn B, y'all really fucked up the floor this time."
Red Robin snorted, "Nice to see you too, Danny."
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Zoro and the hunter's heart (as, you know, he's a former pirate hunter... nudge nudge)
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a hunter's heart
opla!zoro; 6,553 words; fairytale retelling!au, fem!reader, no "y/n", hunter!zoro, fluff and angst (only a bit), hurt/comfort (kinda), mentions of witches and magic and curses
summary: there are some stories that the world can't stop telling
a/n: i should know better by now than to think an opla zoro fic could be anything but too involved... ╮(￣▽￣"")╭ tagging @dira333 bc its ur request and @bby-deerling bc u were kind enough to ask <3
It is a sordid tale, to hear the villager’s old witch tell it — one near and dear as the rise of the sun in the east, the set of the moon in the west, old as time itself. Because you see, there are some stories so ancient and so integral to the world that it bears, nay demands, retelling, reliving. Stories so stanch and certain that they wear groves into the truth of the world by the tracks they trail, over and over and over again. Stories that the world can never stop telling, no matter how hard it might want to or try.
This is one such tale.
“Take her into the forest — and bring me back her heart,” commanded the Queen.
The hunter had knelt before his queen and bowed his head, his swords heavy at his side. Inside his chest, his own heart was thundering, thundering. A storm brewing within the depths of his soul. But he’d schooled his expression straight and taken his orders.
You were nothing more than a kitchen maid, but you had the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard. All morning, he could hear it echoing through the cool stone halls as you went about your baking of the day’s fresh bread, your churning of the week’s soft butter. He’d lean against the wall just outside the kitchens to listen, to let the music of your voice wash over the ragged edges of his soul, to soothe his frayed ends, to mend what parts might have been broken.
Sometimes, he’d find himself wandering toward the gardens in the back of the castle grounds just to catch an echo of your voice near the wells, where he knows you’ll be in the early afternoons, collecting water for the day’s dinner service. Sometimes, he thinks he can hear it over the clink and clash of swords as he spars with his fellow knights and hunters, and he’d catch himself slowing, almost stilling, and those are the only times anyone’s ever managed to get the upper hand on him.
“C’mon doll, give us another tune.”
“Yeah, sweetheart, sing us a sea shanty! Or another one of your show tunes!”
Zoro frowns as he rounds the corner one day to find a few young knights leaning against the castle wall, towering over where you’re standing, a half-filled bucket of water clutched in your hands. He’s about to intervene when he hears the sound of splashing water, and a second later, the young knights are stumbling back, squawking with indignation as you huff, wiping your hands daintily on your apron.
“So sorry, seems like my hand’s slipped —” you drop into a rather sardonic curtsy before marching passed the stunned young men, leaving them blinking and drenched in your wake. Zoro chuckles, the sound making both of them whirl around, color rising ruddy into their cheeks. They sober immediately as they meet Zoro’s eyes.
He cocks an eyebrow, looking them over.
“S-sorry sir… we just — we were uh —”
“Just leaving,” the second knight supplies as he grabs the first by the arm and tugs him back out into the courtyard.
Zoro watches them go with a muted amusement twisting his lips before turning back to find you peering up at him with a bright, steely light in your eyes. Your shoulder is pressed to the edge of the wall, your body half-hidden behind it as if you’re uncertain of what he might do. As if you’re uncertain of him.
“Sorry about them…” Zoro dips his head, suddenly very aware of how he must seem to you — just another one of the Queen’s toy soldiers, gilded in gold, touched by the sly silver of her cool, slithering magic. Would you think he’d be like them — like those bumbling idiots who couldn’t tell a board sword from a longsword? Who thought braveness and bravado one and the same? And suddenly, the thought that you might sickens him, and he swallows hard, hurrying to explain.
“Not all of us are…” Zoro’s voice trails off as he casts about for the right word — idiots? “Like them”? Neither seems to do it all justice.
He watches as you take half a step out from behind the stone wall’s cover and drop into a slight curtsey.
“I know.” And there’s a bright sheen to the soft whisper of your voice, a certainty that Zoro can’t quite place. And he knew then as he knows now that you — you are just a bit different. Just a bit more than he’d ever given you thought or credit for. Perhaps that was his mistake — he makes a mental note not to make it again.
“I know you’re not…” you wave a light hand towards where the other two knights had stumbled away, and the pinkness in your cheeks makes Zoro’s stomach do a few choice flips he’d never remembered his own stomach capable of till now.
There’s a moment’s pause, and then — you both break into laughter at the same time — him, a tad self-conscious, you, unbidden and bright as birdsong.
“You have a beautiful voice.”
“Your sparring form is really nice.”
You both speak at the same time, and in the startled quiet that stretches right after, Zoro finds himself held still by the weight of your eyes, the heaviness of your gaze as it rests on him, wide and startled and… almost pleased. He clears his throat and tries again —
“I hear you all the time —”
“I see you sometimes —”
It happens again, and when you both pause this time, he can see the burgeoning smile threatening to spill over your petal-pink lips; he can feel his own smile breaking like ice in spring’s first thaw.
“I don’t know much about music but —”
“It looks like you’re dancing —”
By the third time, Zoro’s starting to wonder if you’re doing this on purpose, or perhaps he is — because what wouldn’t he do to keep on basking in the sunshine of your laughter, to soak in the brilliance of your smile? What stars and moons and planets wouldn’t conspire to align just for another chance to glance into the midnight dark of your eyes, as depthless as any sea, as wide as any self-respecting night?
“Well —” Zoro clears his throat; you purse your lips and wait for him to finish, “I’ve never danced…”
Mischief hinges on the edge of your smile as you peer up at him through your lashes, “You should try it sometime. I hear it’s quite the workout.”
And there’s something singing beneath the sweetness of your voice that hints at a darker, more intimate meaning to the word dance, but Zoro stops himself before his mind can unspool entirely. He sucks in a breath and chews over the words now sitting solid and unwieldy on his tongue —
“I’ve always thought dancing… required music and —” he swallows and forces his sentence onward like shepherding a stubborn and reluctant bull, “a partner.”
You let your held lilt sideways, watching him like a bird on a branch might consider a squirrel on the ground.
“It’s just… I’ve never quite had either before,” he hurries to explain, feeling heat creeping into his cheeks and finally, he forces his eyes away from you, glancing up towards the piercingly blue sky, completely devoid of clouds. He curses inwardly, his eyes wandering for something — anything — to latch onto that’s not you and your mesmerizing eyes, with the universe caught behind them, or your lips, shaped so much like the answer to a question he hadn’t realized he’d been asking for his whole, entire life.
He watches as you square your shoulders and take a half-step into his personal space, just the tips of your toes grazing into the proximity of too close and at the same time not nearly close enough — then, you dip into a curtsey, lowering your eyes so he has nothing to ground himself on except for the brief breath of your skin, the waft of your hair sweeping down over your shoulders, smelling so much like cotton and milk, salt and honey.
“But now, from where I’m standing…” you look up, and your smile is so much poisoned apples and cyanide, “you’ve got both, don’t you?”
Zoro sucks in a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, his head spinning for a second too long and he almost stumbles. Almost. But he catches himself, and when he does, his body moves as a marionette on a string — as if his arms and legs already knew what his mind had for so long kept from him —
He dips into a bow, sweeping one arm over his stomach, the other out to the side. And there’s no dull, discordant clank of armor because hunters and soldiers are made different. Fighters, both, but hunters require a different kind of bloodlust, are a different strain of heartless.
You let out a soft laugh and Zoro wonders if there’s any better music in the world as he offers you his hand. You take it, and he draws your body near with reverent palms, exhaltant fingers — he can almost feel the wild birdwing beat of your heart fluttering in your chest, supplemented by the thundering of his own much more well-trained heartbeat, but even so, the dull pulse of it makes him feel heady with excitement — thump, thump, thump.
And slowly, ever so slowly, the pair of you begin to dance. At first, just to the soft inhale and exhale of your breaths and his. And then, you smile up at him, a startling, chest-piercing, swan-song thing — as you begin to sing.
His first step is hesitant, and the second less so. By the third, Zoro feels his shoulders flattening out and his chest rising as he clasps your palms against his and takes the lead. You let him, with a tinkling laugh, your smile light and bright as daybreak. Your feet skip like pebbles across a mirror lake, and by the time he lets you go, the midday sun is beating down over the castle grounds and the lunch bell is ringing off in the distance. You skip out of his reach and drop into another curtsey —
“Seems like it’s past time for me to go.”
“But —” Zoro bites back the urge to chase after you, his body surging forward to try and stay within the warmth of your orbit.
“Tomorrow,” you breathe, your cheeks a bit too pink, grinning up at him with mischief in your eyes, “after the morning meal… I think I might have some more water to collect.”
You shoot him a meaningful wink as you sweep by him, humming beneath your breath as you go. You brush by him with a sweep of skirt-tails, and it’s a full minute before Zoro can form a coherent thought, whipping around to see the shadow of you disappearing around the corner of the long corridor that leads down to the kitchens.
Up above, neither of you sees the Queen with her blood-red nails clicking against the wide windowsill, her eyes trailing the shape of Zoro as he sucks in a long breath, and shakes himself, before heading back to the training grounds, his earrings catching the afternoon light in a series of gold-gilded sparks.
The next day, Zoro finds you dancing to a two-step by yourself, a bucket of water propped on your hip, the late morning sun caressing your skin like a lover’s fingers. And he finds himself held still by the sight of you, your eyes closed, your body swaying to the rhythm and breath of the earth, the sound of your voice filling the air as water might an already-full glass — spilling over and over till it soaks the earth between you both.
He clears his throat, and you open your eyes. You smile.
Almost sheepishly, he offers you a hand. You take it, and the half-filled bucket is left to teeter precariously on the well’s stone-worn edge as you laugh, letting Zoro pull you in, his palm pressing to the bend of your waist, fingers skimming the small of your back.
Three days, you dance. Three days of blissful mornings and sun-soaked afternoons. Three nights of moonlit walks and roses dipped in starlight.
Because the best things in the world always come in threes — but it just so happens that so do the worst.
Zoro feels his skin crawling when he receives the summons from the Queen. There is only one reason the Queen would summon a hunter like him — she’s found something (or someone) worthy of being hunted. He prays it will not take him away for long.
“Zoro…” the Queen purrs, barely turning to look at him as he bows his head, holding the pose for three beats before straightening. She reaches up to grace her fingers over the edges of an ornate mirror hanging on her wall — a mirror she covets. Zoro has seen its magic, the dull, rough-edged ache thrumming through the earth and the air like poison. He schools his expression into one of flat disinterest as he squares his shoulders.
“Your Highness.”
“I trust you’re familiar with my mirror?”
Zoro makes a soft noise of consent, cold slipping down his spine like cool fingers.
“Then… I trust you know what it does?” the Queen asks, peering at him through it’s dark, onyx reflection.
Zoro glances down, “I can’t say I do, Your Highness.”
“Well then, I’d say you’re in for a treat today —” she chuckles, the sound soft and slithering, her painted lips twisting up in a cruel smirk, “this is a magic mirror, you see… and it’s magic… tells the truth —”
Zoro remains quiet, waiting, waiting.
“Mirror, mirror…”
Zoro feels the air around him condensing, the temperature dropping as the heat siphons from the room into the mirror. The darkened surface swirls with a sickly, purple light before a pallid face appears, empty eye sockets and a hollow mouth. The skeletal reflection peers imperiously back up at the image of the Queen standing before it.
“… tell me, who is the fairest in all the land?”
The Queen preens in front of the mirror, and Zoro feels his stomach filling with lead weight at her question.
Once upon a time, he’d met a kindly old witch in the woods. Her hut had been made of something that looked curiously like gingerbread, and the flowers that decorated her windowsill had glimmered with the shine of tempered sugar. He had offered to help her carry a basket of waxy red apples from the market to her hut and in return, she’d offered him the answer to one question.
“What… exactly is magic?” he’d asked, young and uncertain.
She’d laughed a laugh that might’ve once been high and imperious but then had only sounded like an amused old woman faced with a question she hadn’t quite expected.
“Magic… well — I’ll tell you this — magic is always more than meets the eye, and never what it promises.”
Zoro had blinked, frowning as she’d peered up at him with a pair of mismatched eyes — one milky and filmed over, the other dark as crow’s feathers.
“What does… that mean?”
“It means… that sometimes, magic lies. Sometimes… magic only tells you what you want to hear. Sometimes, magic is more about what you think is true because in the end… that’s the only truth that matters.”
The magic mirror contemplates the Queen’s question as Zoro stands behind her, holding his breath.
“There is but one fairer than Your Highness —”
Zoro’s vision tunnels, the voice of the mirror thickening around him as if his head were suddenly submerged in water. Heat creeps up the back of his neck like spider’s legs, quick and skittering, and he knows the answer before the mirror says your name.
“I see…” the Queen muses, though Zoro can hear the hard edge in her voice, the light catching on it like a twisting blade as she turns back around to face him. And she is beautiful, there’s no denying — the Queen’s face was, up until very recently, what Zoro had thought true beauty must be like.
He’d understood it only in the most abstract, academic sense — beauty — had only ever nodded when the other knights and hunters had wolf-whistled at the rosy-cheeked maids that dotted the castle, scattered along the halls like handfuls of sugar.
The first time he saw the Queen, he’d wondered at the perfect proportions of her eyes and nose, the dark, certain arch of her brows, the cruel tug at the ends of her painted lips and he’d thought — ah, is this what all the fuss is about?
But then he’d seen you, hadn’t he? And your face — he knows it is not perfect, he’s leaned in close enough to see the texture that mars your cheeks, the way one side of your mouth always lilts up first in a smile, the flecks that adorn your eyes like lost shards of sunlight caught beneath your lashes —
Beautiful, he’d thought.
Later, he wonders if that moment might’ve been your doom.
“Take her into the forest,” the Queen says, smiling her cruel, cruel smile as she watches Zoro lower his head, “and bring me back her heart.”
Zoro swallows hard as he bows.
You are waiting for him the next morning, just after breakfast, your hands laced behind your back, an empty bucket resting precariously along the edge of the well.
“No dancing today,” Zoro says, his voice clipped and low, his gaze darting away toward the darkness of the forest behind you. You blink up at him before following his gaze.
“Then… will you accompany me on a walk?”
Zoro frowns, nearly wincing away from you as you lean in, grinning your sly fox’s grin.
“But…”
“Oh, don’t tell me a hunter like you’s scared of the forest.” You dance away from him before he can protest, reaching for the bucket and propping it on your right hip, “C’mon, I promised the head cook I’d pick some berries for the feast tonight. Didn’t you hear? The Queen’s finally found a spell for eternal youth and beauty.”
Zoro stares after you as you pick your way across the garden, making for the wrought-iron gates that separate the castle grounds from the wilderness beyond.
“A spell for…” Zoro’s frown deepens as you glance at him over your shoulder with a sad little smile.
“They say the Queen was cursed by a powerful witch to always search for that which she can never have.”
Zoro keeps behind you as you meander into the shadow of the trees, seemingly following a trail only you can see, occasionally stopping to bend over a burst of bright red berries, picking a few and tossing them into your bucket before pressing one to your lips. He watches as berry juice dark as blood tints your lips and trickles down the edge of your mouth.
“Did you know… that there are only three ways to break a witch’s curse? One is for the witch herself to lift the curse.”
Here in the darkness of the forest, your eyes shine like twin stars.
“Another is to kill the witch and all those who cared for her.”
Here in the darkness of the forest, the lopsided lilt of your smile flashes white, and sharp, dripping dark red —
Zoro’s sword is in his hand before he realizes, and suddenly, every twig-snap and leaf-rustle sets his bones on edge. The wind tastes sweet on his tongue, swirls thick with magic as he whirls around, searching for the silhouette of you and finding nothing but endless, pressing dark.
“Zoro?” your voice nearly makes him stumble as he twists around, eyes wide, chest heaving, only to find the tip of his sword resting against the delicate hyphen of your clavicle. Your breath hitches, soft as he’d always remembered it, but you don’t pull away; you don’t even flinch as you stare up at him, as if waiting for him to do something.
“Are you going to kill me?” your voice is low and smooth, without a single flicker of fear.
Zoro’s grip loosens as he forces himself to pull back. He hisses out a breath and shakes loose his shoulders.
“No,” he says, his own voice coarse, clipped, “I’m not. But —”
“Oh good — that would’ve made things rather awkward for our date.”
Zoro gapes as you laugh, twirling around to continue on your way through the forest. He hastens after you a few seconds later, brushing aside low-hanging branches and shouldering passed thicker bits of underbrush.
“D-date?”
“Mhm,” you hum, sounding very pleased as you lead him on, and on, and on, “you wouldn’t want to miss it — grandma’s baking pie.”
“What… ” but his words trail off once more as you turn and make towards a clearing that he’s certain wasn’t there a moment ago — a clearing with a tiny hut that looks as if it’s made of gingerbread. The flowers on the windowsill glitter jewel-bright and candy-hard.
“My grandma’s house,” you say, smiling as you push through the door with your bucket of blood-red berries still perched on your hip.
Zoro’s frown carves ever harder into his brows as he follows after you on hesitant feet, though he can’t help the way his muscles loosen the second he steps over the small hut’s threshold and catches a whiff of something wonderful in the air — cinnamon and sugar and apples.
“Ah, you’ve made it just in time!” the old witch looks up from where she’s tending a vast fire that casts the entire hut in a warm, ethereal glow. Zoro glances back at the open patch of cloudless blue sky somehow visible in a small gap between the trees before stepping in.
“Apple pie again, grandma?”
“Your favorite,” the old witch replies with a grin as you set the bucket on the small wooden table, “And I see you’ve brought a guest, though…” the old witch’s single black eye catches the firelight as she peers are Zoro, still standing just inside the doorway.
“It’s nice to see you again, young man.”
Zoro bows, rather awkwardly, and though it’s been many years since he’d helped the old woman with her apples, she looks exactly the same. He can’t say quite the same for himself.
“Come, sit! Have some berry wine,” you say, ushering Zoro towards the table, where you’ve somehow replaced the bucket with two jars of red liquid that glimmers like garnets in the flickering firelight. You pour a glass and nudge it towards Zoro, who simply stares, trying very hard to wrap his head around what must be happening.
A dull, thrumming ache is gathering at the base of his skull, but the pie smells so sweet and the wine looks ever so tantalizing.
He reaches out and takes a sip, letting the cool liquid slip down his throat. He feels it slither through him, sending tiny pin-pricks of heat trailing along his limbs as he swallows.
“Ah… so he’s not like the rest of them.”
He blinks down at the wine in his cup for a second more before you reach out and tug it from his hand. A soft palm cups his cheek and forces his face up. He meets your eyes and finds them searching.
“You weren’t lying… you really hadn’t planned on killing me.”
You sound almost surprised as your grandma chuckles behind you, the noise like the clack of old stones against one another.
“I told you he was different,” the old witch says, slowly slicing a bit of pie and putting it on a plate.
“All men think they’re different,” you say, your voice resigned as you take the slice of pie and set it in front of Zoro, “Right, now eat — it’ll make you feel better. I’m sorry about that… just… you can never be sure.”
The old witch tuts, shaking her head, “A broken heart is it’s own kind of curse, you know.”
Zoro blearily takes a bite of cake and feels his senses returning to him one by one; he takes stock of them as if he’d forgotten entirely that he’d lost them in the first place. As he chews and swallows once, twice — by the third time he can feel the tightness in his muscles returning as panic and confusion flood his system.
He jerks up from the table and reaches for his sword.
“Please, there’s no need for that,” you say, though you sound hesitant as you hold up a hand, your expression earnest as you take half a step back.
“What the hell did you do to me?” he seethes, looking between you and the old witch, uncertain of who to aim his anger at.
“I had to be sure,” you say again, your voice imploring as you inch forward, “Please, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yeah well —” Zoro gulps past the dryness in his mouth as he narrows his eyes, “You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”
You wince ever so slightly, looking away, “No, you’re right but… please,” you say again, and the word works like magic as it settles over Zoro’s shoulders. He wonders if it’s actual magic, but no — there’s no strange sweetness in the air, no thick fog threatening to cloud over his judgment.
“It might be quicker to show him,” the old witch suggests, still watching the pair of you with her one oil-black eye, sounding pleasant and entirely unfazed.
“Right… yes —” you sigh, motioning for the door, “The sty is just out behind the hut — you can go out first if you’d like,” you offer.
Zoro looks between you and the door before inching back and edging open the door with his foot, keeping his eyes fixed on you as you follow him with light, muted movements.
The air outside is crisp and cool and Zoro can’t help sucking in a breath as he steps out from the halo of the firelit hut. Grass crunches beneath his feet, birds sing overhead. There’s the lingering heat of magic still crackling in the air, but when his gaze falls back onto you, he finds you no less lovely than he’d done the first time.
“This way,” you say, rounding the edge of the hut and leading him towards a sizeable pigsty that he’d completely failed to notice the first time he’d been here as a young boy.
A looming sense of dread calcifies in the base of his stomach as he approaches the pigsty on heavy feet. The pigs all jostle against one another, snorting and snuffling with their noses pressed into the long feeding pen. From the pockets of your skirt, you produce a handful of bright red berries and toss it into the pen. Zoro watches with mixed fascination and mounting horror as the pigs tumble over each other to forage for the fruit in the dried hay and mud.
“Have you ever heard the saying that… there are some stories the world never stops telling?” your voice is quiet and sad as you reach over to skim your knuckles along the pale pink snout of a snorting pig.
And suddenly, Zoro understands — he doesn’t know if it was a trick of the light or perhaps the magic still working its way through his system but the understanding comes like a rainstorm, a few tiny droplets before the downpour. And were he a weaker man, he might’ve back and tried to make a run for it. But instead, he stands and stares with a strange pity welling up inside him at the lolling tongues and flopping ears.
“These were all men — hunters,” he says, his words slow at first, but picking up speed as he continues to speak, “Who tried to lure you into the wood to —”
“To kill me, yes, so that they could give the Queen my heart. Because you see, the heart of a witch would give her what she so desperately desires —”
“Eternal youth,” Zoro breathes.
“And the first time, I was heartbroken,” you turn away from him, pressing a hand to your heart, “But I managed to get away. And instead of going back empty-handed to face the Queen’s wrath, the hunter caught a wild boar in the forest and cut out its heart instead. Only — an old she-wolf had been hunting the boar for days, and was robbed of a meal. She and I… we came across each other and I was so — so hurt that I offered her my heart in return for putting me out of my misery.”
Zoro presses his lips as your words rush from you in a great wave, pieces of truths crystalizing before him even as they continue to shatter the world he thought he’d known.
“She told me then that… no man is worth dying for, especially not one who would lie to you just to steal your heart. And she offered to teach me —” you wave a hand at the pigsty, “And the rest…”
The soft silence that stretches between you is thin and pained. You cradle your hands to your chest as if trying to stem the hurt of some unspeakable heartbreak.
“And… the wine?” he asks.
Your face lifts and a strike of that familiar, mischievous light returns to your eyes as you grin.
“That was something I brewed up on my own — if the drinker bears me any ill intentions, then it’ll turn them into something a bit more… fitting of their true hearts. But if not then…” you grace him with a soft smile, “Then it’ll only ever just be wine, though a bit on the stronger side.”
“Yeah, a bit.”
A brief silence falls between the pair of you as the sky above begins to shift from blue to a soft lavender.
“You said… the first time,” Zoro says, curiosity now burgeoning from beneath the receding shock of the day, “Do you make a habit of luring men into the woods, then?”
You scoff, “Luring? Hardly. Magic can only do so much, and though the odd enchanted trinket will sell well at the monthly market, people still tend to be wary around witches.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Zoro says dryly, his eyes flickering toward the sty where the pigs, finally satisfied that there are no more berries to be found, have settled into the thick stacks of hay, grumbling and snorting.
You allow him a derisive smile, “Yes well — a girl and her grandmother still have to eat and bathe, and you can only stand so much apple pie before it starts to get a little old. So… I keep a job at the castle. Believe it or not, serving a self-obsessed Queen pays well. And all those… men —” you force out the word like spitting out poison, “Had seemed… good. At least at first.”
Zoro remains quiet as you pause, looking down at your own hands. It’s the first time he notices the light calluses that mar your palms, not so different from his own. He wonders at the smoothness of the handles on the wooden bucket you’d carried so easily through the woods, at how long it must’ve taken for a pair of hands like yours to wear them down so. The old witch’s words echo in his mind — a broken heart is it’s own kind of curse.
“Is that how you got so good at dancing?” he asks.
You grin, giving him a sidelong glance, “Perhaps.”
Zoro sighs, tilting his head back to look at the small patch of visible sky, now a deep, bruising purple.
“So. Now what?”
You echo his sigh, looking up as well, “You can go back, if you’d like.”
“And what? Tell the Queen that you got away?”
Your smile hardens ever so slightly, “Or, you could kill something else in the forest and offer her it’s heart instead.”
“But wouldn’t she know? After she ate it and doesn’t gain eternal youth?”
You shrug, looking away, “You’d be surprised what a person can trick themselves into believing, if they just try hard enough.”
Zoro nods, letting his eyes fall back down to his hand, resting idle against the hilt of his sword.
“Or, I could stay.”
He doesn’t know what makes him say it — and perhaps it was the darkness of the forest, the close, flustered whisper of the leaves, or perhaps it was the lingering sweetness of your home-brewed wine and the tantalizing smell of magic and cinnamon still in the air. But he says it, and he finds that even the strange, still shocked moment after, he doesn’t regret it.
“You… you want to stay?”
He doesn’t think he’s ever heard you sound so uncertain before.
“Why not? I can’t go back and…” he motions at the hut and the soft ring of warm firelight seeping out from the tiny windows, “The wine’s not bad.”
And perhaps for the first time, Zoro thinks, he sees you smile — a smile that isn’t sharp and full of hidden teeth. A smile that’s helpless and hopeful and just a little bit pained. He smiles back and hopes —
“C’mon then… you can help with the fire. And carry the water.”
“Hn. But you seemed so good at it.”
You shoot him a slight pout as the pair of you duck back into the hut to the smell of roasting vegetables.
There are some stories the world can never stop telling, stories so old that the sing harmony to the very tuning of the universe.
Once upon a time, there was a wolf, a grandmother, and a girl in the woods. Once upon a time, an old witch built a house of gingerbread to lure in the lives of unheedful children. Once upon a time, there was a Queen with a magic mirror. Once upon a time, a witch lived alone in a secluded hut and lured men to her table only to turn them into the pigs they’d always been inside.
Once upon a time, a boy asked a girl to dance.
Once, a boy told the truth and the girl didn’t believe him, because all the boys who’d broken her heart before had given her no reason not to. And a heart can only be broken so many times before it, too, gets tired.
Once, she thought that broken hearts could never be mended.
But she should’ve known that stories, like the magic they hold, very rarely tell the truth. Or perhaps, they too only tell the truths that the listener wants to hear, or is ready to hear. Never more, never less.
So, here is another story — one that’s not so frequently told, but is just as true as the others —
Once, there was a boy who was born with a sword in his hand, who had never know that his body could hold so much music or laughter. Then, he met a girl with the most beautiful voice in all the land, and he, like so many before him, fell in love. Only, the girl had been hurt by all those before him, and no longer trusted the words of boys with sword-hilt smiles and rough, callused fingers. But when he asked her to dance, she agreed anyway, and when she introduced him to her grandmother and offered him wine, he did not hesitate. Instead, he asked if he could stay the night.
That was a long, long time ago.
There will always be another girl with a pretty voice and a viper’s smile at the castle beyond the woods, and always another young knight too eager to please his Queen. There will always be apples at the morning market and magic in the air. But perhaps the pieces don’t fall right where they ought to; perhaps they never did. Perhaps the stories we tell are only ever stories.
“You told me once that there were three ways to lift a curse,” Zoro asks one day, a wooden bucket in one hand, three swords strapped to his opposite hip.
“Mhm,” you hum, not looking up from the large pot of soup bubbling over the fire, a song threading beneath your breath as you sway back and forth.
Zoro grunts as he puts the bucket on the worn wooden table, walking over to slip an around your middle and hook his chin over your shoulder. You laugh as you let yourself be pulled back into his embrace.
“You only ever told me two.”
“Ah… right —” you smile, a smile that is no longer jagged but worn soft around the edges, as if all the sharpness has been smoothed over by years and years of tenderness, years and years of trust, of love.
“So?”
“So…” you place down the wooden spoon and turn to face him, placing your hands on his shoulders as his large, callused palms settle around your waist. The pair of you sway to a song that only the two of you can hear, a song that sings harmony to the very tuning of the universe.
“The third way to break a curse is the easiest… but also the hardest way, depending on who you are,” you say, smiling and swaying in Zoro’s arms. Like this, you can see the late afternoon light as it pours through the small window and catches on the dull gold of his triplet earrings.
“It’s a simple thing, really,” you say, as Zoro leans down to press his forehead to yours, your breaths dancing in the negative space between your bodies. Outside, an old witch sits on a rocking chair and admires the sunset. Occasionally, she reaches into her skirt pockets for a handful of berries to toss into the pigsty to her right.
“Oh yeah? How simple?” Zoro asks.
“Why…” you lean up on your tiptoes, your nose brushing his, your lips mere inches apart. Behind you, bottles and bottles of home-brewed wine sit along the mantle of the great stone fireplace, the color bright and true and freshly spilled blood.
“It’s as simple as a kiss from your one true love, of course.”
#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece live action#one piece scenarios#opla zoro#roronoa zoro#roronoa zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x you#x reader#opla#one piece netflix#opla zoro x reader#one piece live action x you#one piece live action x reader#roronoa zoro fluff#one piece fluff#roronoa zoro imagines#roronoa zoro scenarios#floofy floof floof#angst mcgee#this took a long time to write and it totally took on a life of its own as i was writing it but i actually really like it#i felt like i was writing a fable or something lmao
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Old Friends Die Hard
Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader
Author’s note: WOAH WOAH WOAH (ps fic named after this baller song)
Summary: You go back to work. Decisions are made. But everything’s fine, right? Right? [3.6k]
Warnings: arguing, drama conflama, language, the tiniest bit of spice, PTSD symptoms, I think that’s it??
You leave Joel's the day after movie night with the girls. You watched A Knight's Tale and giggled with them about how cute Heath Ledger is, tucked under Joel's arm as the city sparkled just in the distance. Blankets from around the world covered the four of you as you laid on the couch in one giant heap. Joel covered Ellie's eyes when William and Jocelyn kissed while Sarah squealed excitedly. Then, you slept with your back to Joel, and he drove you home in the morning.
He apologized after your argument and spending time on different sides of the house, processing your feelings. He said he didn't mean it, that he was sorry, that he was just tired. You apologized, too, and that was that. It was supposed to be that easy. But things feel different now. You tell yourself it's just the terror that flies through your body whenever you hear tires squeal down the road or the concussion that still makes light hurt your eyes. You tell yourself you're still adjusting to letting him take care of you. You tell yourself it's nothing because it has to be nothing, but you've been home for a few days now and had little to no contact with Joel.
Ellie and Sarah, however, constantly text you, asking you about outfits and homework questions. They send you TikToks they think are funny and will even shoot you songs they're listening to. You respond as often as possible between looking for a new car and reviewing the scenes you're supposed to reshoot. Sarah begs you to come back over, and you respond, "Soon, sweet girl ❤️." You don't know if Joel is aware of how often you talk to his daughters, but if he has a problem with it, he doesn't make it known.
On the day of reshoots, Joel picks you up from your house before the sun is even up, a cup of coffee waiting for you in the cupholder when you climb in. He's wearing square glasses you've never seen before and a plain grey hoodie. He looks exceptionally cozy in the frigid (sixty-three-degree) California dusk, and you smile as you kiss him. His beard scratches your face, and he tastes like coffee, and it feels familiar and safe.
"You okay?" He asks, and you nod. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your jaw, and glances over the bumpy scar left behind now that your stitches are out, taking a deep breath. "Are we okay?" His voice is unsure and a little shaky. You bite the inside of your cheek and kiss his wrist.
"We're working toward being okay," you say. He purses his lips a little like that's not the answer he wanted. "Bringing me coffee at five in the morning is, like, at least five points for you." You add, and he chuckles, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I got you the biggest one they had."
"I see that." You smile as you look at the huge coffee. There's probably an ungodly amount of espresso in it, and you're sure you'll need two more to get through the day.
"Y'know, you don't have to go through with this, right?" He asks, the tiniest sliver of hope that you'll get back in bed poking through, and you nod. You don't trust yourself to say anything, not wanting to cause another fight, so you just kiss him again and settle back into your seat. He idles in front of your house for another five seconds before changing gears. He drives slowly and with a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into your leggings when your chest tightens at intersections. You get to set about ten minutes late because of how careful he was driving, but nobody questions it because Ryan rolls up shortly after you and Joel do.
All morning, Joel follows you around like a puppy. When you're whisked away to hair and makeup, he shakes Jenna and Alexa's hands and sits on the other side of you and Ryan. He asks them how long they've been working as stylists and what they like about it. He even jokes about taking over when Jenna complains about her hairdresser-induced carpal tunnel, and they eat it up. Before you can leave the trailer, all made up to resemble your character, Alexa grabs you and whispers, "he's perfect," in your ear, and you laugh. On the walk to set, Joel grabs your hand and swings it like a little kid, and you're all smiles and whispered jokes until you get to the sound stage, where a PA stops you.
"Sorry, sir, we're a closed set today." He says to Joel, and you give him a confused look. You can feel Joel already getting annoyed, so you hold up a hand to let him know you have it handled, and he backs down. So, he has learned something, you think to yourself.
"Why is it a closed set? All the scenes we're filming today don't call for that."
"Director changed her mind. We're shooting the cabin scene first thing today, thus, a closed set."
"What's the cabin scene?" Joel asks, and you gape at him, half-hoping that the PA is joking. But, sure enough, when you glance into the stage, there's the set for the room in the cabin, and your intimacy coordinator, Tanya, is talking with Emily, the director. You slowly turn your back to the PA and put gentle hands on Joel's chest.
"You should wait in my trailer until we finish this scene." You say quietly, and Joel gives you a look.
"Why? What's the cabin scene?"
You giggle as you and Ryan stumble into the cabin, drunken blushes painted on both your cheeks. He kisses you the second the door closes behind him, his hands wandering in the choreographed pattern you practiced for months. Your hands land on his wrists and slowly pull them away before you break the kiss, turn, and walk toward the kitchen.
"'M hungry," you whine, Ryan closely following behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your neck. "You're distracting."
"Good." He says, spinning you so your chests are pressed together, and he's kissing you again. He grabs at the backs of your thighs and carries you to sit on the counter. Then, it all happens in a perfectly rehearsed sequence. You can't feel anything through your three layers of protection on either side, but you wouldn't be able to tell based on the shaky, exaggerated moans leaving both of you and the jerking of Ryan's hips. The scene goes on for another minute before Emily finally calls cuts, and you and Ryan dissolve into a fit of giggles, your hands still on his shoulders as you sit on the counter.
"We have the weirdest fucking job." He says as he kisses your cheek and hugs you tightly. You laugh and rub his back, squeezing him.
"Oh, God, I know." You say. Tanya comes over to check in with both of you and make sure everything went as planned, even offering some alternative actions, which you both listen to intently. You avoid Joel's lingering eyes from the corner the whole time you're talking with her. It's all fake. You don't feel anything. You know that better than anyone, but it still feels weird pretending to have sex with someone else while your boyfriend is not even a hundred yards away. It doesn't help that you're pretending to have sex with one of your best friends.
Emily, thankfully, breaks for lunch which you both desperately need after running that scene so many goddamn times. At one point, you thought she was just calling for more takes to fuck with you because you ran it so much. As Ryan helps you hop down from the counter for, hopefully, the last time, he glances between you and Joel's looming figure.
"Joel really decided to make a set visit on the worst day, huh?" He says, and you nod.
"I tried to get him to wait in my trailer, but he'd already decided. Not my fault," you say as Joel starts walking over. "Speak of the devil." Ryan turns and shakes hands with Joel before quickly making himself scarce. You know Joel would never say or do anything to Ryan for doing his job, but watching him be scared of Joel is a little funny. You smile and wrap your arms around Joel's neck once he's close enough.
"Hey there, handsome," you say, and he raises his eyebrows before resting his hands on your waist, not caring about who might see. You try to kiss him, but he dodges your lips dramatically. "Joel!"
"I can't believe you're tryna make Ryan and me spit sisters." He says, and you laugh.
"I can't believe you didn't know you and Ryan have been spit sisters," you say, kissing him firmly. A PA passive-aggressively bumps you with a prop, and you turn to see them taking the set apart.
"Oh, thank God, you're done with that scene," Joel breathes. You grab his hand and pull him away from the giant moving set pieces. Together, you start walking back to your trailer, occasionally stopping to say hello to someone you haven't seen since you wrapped all your scenes. You wait until you're out of earshot of any eavesdroppers to press into Joel's side.
"Were you jealous, Miller?" You tease, and Joel smirks, shaking his head as he thinks. You disappear between the massive trailers at base camp, and Joel crowds you against your trailer.
"What if I was?" He asks in a low voice, his hands already teasing the hemline of your skirt. He shifts so his knee is pressing against you, and it takes everything in you to not gasp. With the emergency with Ellie, the car accident, and the fight afterward, it's been a hot second since he's had his hands on you. Based on his uneven breathing and the way his hard cock is lightly poking you, you'd say he thinks the same.
"I would tell you not to be," you whisper, raking your nails down his neck to make him shiver. "Nobody fucks me as good as you do. 'M all yours, Joel." As soon as the words leave your mouth, he kisses you roughly and blindly reaches for the door handle. You have half a mind to laugh about him suddenly not caring about who you've been kissing, but your thoughts are interrupted when he picks you up and carries you into the trailer. It's a miracle he doesn't trip, but the second he can, he lays you down on the couch and reaches under your skirt.
"You have thirty minutes." You manage to get out as you tug at the neck of his shirt.
"I only need twenty." His fingers barely graze the lace of your underwear when someone clears their throat behind you, making you jump away from each other. You turn and find Melanie sitting at the small dining table in the kitchenette, her hands folded in front of her.
"Mel! What are you doing here?" You ask as you and Joel scramble to get it together. You smooth your skirt down and push him off you so you can stand, feeling a lot like a horny teenager who just got caught by their parents.
"I thought I'd stop in and see how things were going. I didn't know you'd have..." She looks at Joel. "Visitors."
"Joel was just, um..."
"I was just gonna stop by catering. D'you want anythin'?" He asks, and you shake your head.
"No, I'm okay."
"Okay."
"Okay." You repeat, for some fucking reason, and Joel stands there for another beat before finally walking out the door and probably dying of embarrassment. You sigh and run a hand through your hair as you look at her. Her eyebrows are pinched— or as pinched as they can look with Botox— and she shifts in her seat.
"Were you two going to-"
'Why are you here, Mel?" You cut her off, not ready or willing to even think about trying to explain that to her.
"Right," she starts, getting right down to business like the goddamn professional she is. "So, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"
"Bad news."
"Bad news is I don't have any auditions lined up for you." She says like she didn't just drop a bomb on your entire world. Your ears ring, and you blink at her like you didn't hear her correctly.
"What?"
"I tried rescheduling some so you could recover, but nobody wanted to work with me!"
"Did you tell them I was in a car accident?"
"Of course I did, but these studios are on tight schedules. By the time you would've fully recovered, they needed to be getting actors to film locations." She says, and you sigh, pacing the carpet. "But, I'm poking around. I'll find something."
"Is this when you give me the good news?"
"Good news is, Joel's team is really happy with how this is all turning out, and they agreed to terminate the contract earlier than expected. You're free to go on with your life after the premiere." She's almost giddy with the information, but you can't catch your breath. For some reason, you laugh at the absurdity of it all.
"That's it? That's your good news?" You ask, and she stands.
"I thought you'd be happier," she says. "Honey, you'll go on to do great things without him. You don't need to keep carting him around. You'll be so much better off without him in your life."
"What if I don't want that?"
"What?" She asks, and you put your hands on your hips, gearing for a fight.
"What if I want him to stay in my life? What, then?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why?"
"Because that wasn't a part of the contract."
"Bullshit," you spit. "Legally, you can't dictate my relationships outside of this singular contract, and once it's up, I'm free to make my own decisions again, right?"
"Right." She answers through gritted teeth. That picture-perfect attitude is slowly breaking; you can't fight how good that makes you feel.
"So, why don't you think it's a good idea for me to keep seeing him? Is it because I stopped responding to your every beck and call? Or because I'm actually happy and care about someone other than myself, and that threatens my career?"
"I don't think it's a good idea because he's a divorced father of two with a shitty reputation. Do you really think he's gonna keep being the charming guy you see now? He's just doing it for the cameras."
"He stayed overnight in the hospital with me. He let me stay in his house. He let me meet his kids. None of that was for the cameras. Plus, you weren't even there."
"Contrary to popular belief, my world does not revolve around you." Maybe it's how she says it with her familiar venom or because you finally realize how awful she is to you, but you feel the dam of molten anger break in your chest.
"I could've died, Mel! Ryan and I could've died, and you wanted to know about my fucking schedule! You didn't even ask what hospital I was in or if I was okay! We've known each other for four fucking years, and you can't even ask me how I'm doing?! Do you realize how shitty that is?"
"You wouldn't be anyone without me. We both know that." She snaps, and you scoff, turning away from her. "Look, why don't we just take a breather and come back to this later, okay?" She grabs her bag and makes for the door, but you shake your head.
"You're right," you stop her. "I probably wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for you. I needed someone ruthless to get me started, and you were that person, and I'm grateful for everything you did. But we're done. Once we get through these reshoots, I'm gonna start looking for another manager, and we are gonna go our separate ways." She looks over you like a snake looking at its prey, and you clench your jaw.
"You're firing me?" She asks, and you nod. "You're firing me because you fell in love with Joel fucking Miller? He will leave you in six months for the next shiny young actress who comes his way, and you're firing me?"
"Yep."
"You're dumber than I thought you were."
"Goodbye, Melanie." You say, and she scoffs. She stands there for another second before walking to the door in a huff, her heels furiously moving against the carpet.
"I hope he's worth it." She calls over her shoulder before slamming the door behind her, rattling the entire trailer. You let out an unsteady exhale and feel your molars buzzing as your head spins from what just happened. You shake out your hands and sit down on the couch.
"Me too." You mumble. You've never been in Hollywood without representation. You don't know what comes next. You don't even know if you care enough to worry about it right now. You barely have time to think about anything else or even take another breath before the door opens again. You stand shakily, ready to pretend to be ruthless like her if she came back to yell at you, but you just see Joel with his phone next to his ear.
"Hey, somethin' came up, and I need to go. Can you come over for dinner?" He asks frantically. You struggle to keep up with what he's saying but nod anyways.
"I'll ask Ryan to drop me off."
"Okay, I'll see you later." He says as he pecks your lips and disappears as fast as he appeared. Then, you're standing in the middle of your trailer, feeling like you could throw up, and you're alone. The ache in your core has been replaced with motion sickness, and you slowly sit on the floor.
Did Joel hear you and Melanie arguing? Did he see her leave? Did anybody else see or hear anything? The contract is up. You have no jobs lined up once you're done with Hyde. You have no manager. You just have Ryan, Carolina, Joel, and the girls. Four years of busting your ass, and you might've (probably) just fucked it all up. The scar from the car accident pulses with pain, and you wonder if your brain is pushing its way out of your skull in an attempt to save itself. You pull your knees to your chest and push your hair out of your face, resting your elbows on your knees.
"What the fuck just happened?" You ask yourself. "I have to talk to Joel."
You're exhausted when Ryan drops you off at Joel's. You got all the reshoots done in one day, which is virtually unheard of, but thankfully, Emily just needed a few scenes done, and she knew exactly what she wanted to change. Still, you were there from before the sun came up until after the sun went down. Oh, and you single-handedly doomed your career, but it's fine. Everything's gonna be fine. You really just want to hug Joel. You imagine you'll probably collapse against his chest and cry and barely be able to get the words out. He'll help you figure out what's next. Maybe you'll watch another movie with the girls. That'd be nice. But, right now, you need to cry and maybe have a huge glass of wine.
You don't knock on Joel's door. You just open and walk through the door, shrugging off your jacket like it's your own place. Something delicious is cooking in the kitchen and the smell wafts throughout the house. Maybe pasta? You can hear low music playing and the girls giggling as they no doubt push their dad around for space on the stovetop. You smile and feel your shoulders drop and your jaw unclench for the first time since you argued with Mel. Everything's gonna be fine.
You turn the corner to see into the living room and the kitchen and find Ellie and Sarah laughing with a woman you've never seen before. She's tall with beautiful dark skin and brown coily hair. Your heart stops in your chest, and the expansive house is suddenly all too small.
"Alright, I couldn't find pesto, but I did find," Joel says as he exits the garage with a can in his hand, stopping in his tracks when he sees you. He looks shocked and says your name like he forgot the syllables. Ellie, Sarah, and the mystery woman look up from their food, and Sarah lights up, repeating your name excitedly.
"I'm so happy you're here! This is my mom, Angela!"
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Hola bitches!
paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship
warnings: none
a/n:
- You dress up as Jake for Halloween
- From my research online, I've noted that most Jews don't celebrate Halloween. I don't want to disrespect the Jewish community and the moon boys. So the boys don't celebrate Halloween here. Only reader does. Please feel free correct me if I'm wrong, I'd like to learn about it and correct myself, thank you.
- What is this? I don't know, bestie. I needed some goofy fluff.
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"Hola bitches!"
You walk out of your bed room, dressed up as Jake, including the beret cap.
Marc snorts watching from the headspace.
"I don't say that, princesa," Jake says, fronting.
"I'm not princesa now. Today, I'm Jake Lockley."
"I don't say that."
"Ooh, look at me! I'm Jake Lockley, I look sexy no matter what I do!"
It is Steven's turn to laugh now. They are co-conscious, watching this unfold with absolute amusement.
That yearns a grin from him. "You think I'm sexy?"
You blow a kiss at him, breaking your character just for a second, before getting back into it, earning a kiss to your cheek.
You try to take Jake's gun from him, which he smoothly grabs it back from you.
"Aw, come on."
"No."
"Fine," you look at his eyes and reach out your hand to rip the fake mustache above his lips and plaster it on your face...and run out as fast as you can like you are about to die, cause you are about to die.
He laughs finally, but still he is gonna kill you though—with his love, obviously. You are his sweet princess after all.
Of course, he catches up to you. You squeal when you feel his firm hands on your hips, as he lifts you off the ground.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you blurt out.
But he turns you around so you can face him and kisses you softly.
Giggling, you put his fake mustache back on his face and kiss his lips again.
Only you can pull this with Jake Lockley and live to tell the tale, only you.
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Roll to Seduce - Eddie Munson
Eddie Munson is a great Dungeon Master, but there are just some players no Master can prepare for.
“Get you and yer Chaos Cru outta this ‘ere tavern or yer’ll taste the sharpest end of me battlin’ axe.”
“We’re not the Chaos Cru,” Mike grumbled.
“We are,” Gareth interjected, eyes snapping from Eddie and his pseudo-Irish accent to the younger boy. “Don’t start this again.”
“I just think that Knights of Terra sounds so much cooler!” Mike pressed, starting it again.
“But we’re not all Knights!” Dustin joined the fray and you saw Jeff out of the corner of your eye preparing to jump in too.
“Whatevar yer wee group’s name is-“
“It doesn’t matter, Dustin,” Mike shouted, “it’s better branding for an adventuring party!”
“-leave me tavern, NOW!” Eddie slammed a fist against the Hellfire table, but the sound did little to disrupt the rumbling shouting match. The party-name debate that you quashed with your and your character’s arrival to the campaign was fully reignited. The Chaos Cru had crumbled into the purest anarchy and, when you looked up across the table at him, you saw Eddie had resigned himself to it.
His pale face was stitched in a scowl as he waited for the right moment to intervene, to break the pointless exchange. You watched him, dark eyes flicking back and forth between the Hellfire Club members. With each rising voice, a sadness slipped onto Eddie’s lips and made your chest ache. Eventually, his gaze landed on you, and, under it, a warm shiver licked up your spine. Eddie gave you a wink, but his scowl remained fixed as the yelling grew louder.
Your heart pounded against your rib cage at the gesture, which only added to the ache in your chest. With furrowed brows, you gave Eddie a sorry but hopeful look. He shook his head, a wordless “it’s fine” to you. Though, the far-off dullness that glazed over his eyes told you otherwise. The ache turned to anger, then resolve.
Before Dustin could launch himself over the table, you stood and loudly pushed back your seat. Jeff and Gareth looked over at you while Mike continued to bicker with his friend. Yet, and despite wanting to, you did not snap at him.
Instead, you waltzed around the gaming table, fingertips trailing along the polished tabletop. Then, your hand jumped to Jeff’s shoulders, then Mike’s. The boy fell quiet then, big eyes fixed on your movements. Your eyes were fixed on Eddie.
He watched you like a hawk: leaning forward in his throne ever-so-slightly and cocking his head so that his mess of brown curls spilled over his slight shoulders. A smile pulled at your lips and you let it spread as you grew closer. When you finally stood at Eddie’s chair side, you sat on the edge of the table, careful not to peek over his Dungeon Master folder. To make a show of it, you leaned in close.
Hints of weed and smoke and leather wafted around you as you let your nose hover near Eddie’s. He was all you saw and the rest of the room, finally quiet, saw only the two of you.
“Good sir,” you started, your voice laced with your character’s accent, “you see, the Cru and I, we must stay at your lovely tavern for the night.”
Eddie grinned, only for a second, before falling back into character. “And why’s that, ye little silver tongue?”
“Well, I have stories to tell to your patrons.”
“Stories?”
You tilted your head, careful not to bump noses with Eddie as you did. Though, you purposely lifted your left hand and let your fingers glide along his jaw. Light stubble nipped at your skin until you moved to his shoulder. Heat flooded your senses and a numbing sort of wildness guided your fingers as you skirted them along Eddie’s chest. You felt the ironed-on emblem of the Hellfire Club beneath the pads of your fingertips with the motion.
“Stories,” you echoed at last. “Songs. You see, I’m a bard of sorts. I weave magic tales of enticement so, so alluring that every one of your customers will come back tomorrow night, eager to see me. To see the Cru, to listen. Just as you listen now.”
Eddie’s breaths fanned out against your face, one after the other at a rapid pace. His eyes flicked from yours then across your face, your lips, everywhere as long as everywhere was you.
In his normal voice, though slightly shaken, he stammered out, “you can- you can roll for…roll to…”
“To seduce!”
You turned your head sharply to look behind you just as Eddie leaned back to look past you. Both of you found Dustin, grinning toothily at the pair of you.
“Dude!” Mike scolded, shaking his head.
As a new round of bickering started up again, you looked back at Eddie. You found his eyes already on you. Dark and wide, he drank you in once more before clearing his throat.
“It’s uh, a Charisma Check. With disadvantage.”
“Disadvantage!?” Dustin and Mike both shouted, fresh argument dropped at the Dungeon Master’s slight.
“The, the tavernkeeper is uh,” as Eddie spoke, you licked your lips that you realized were suddenly dry and pushed off the table to head back to your seat. “He’s pissed at you guys, you almost caused a scene. Hurt business, ya know.”
While the rest of the party continued to call unfair, you picked up two twenty-sided dice. In your hand, they clacked together full of potential. You looked up at Eddie and found, again, his eyes already on you. Waiting. Seeing that same potential.
You rolled and let your eyes fall to the evidence of your luck. All the air left your lungs.
“What is it?”
You met Eddie’s gaze. “Two natural twenties.”
All at the table leaned over, weighted towards your dice by the shocked silence. Though, the second their eyes landed on the double twenties, the Chaos Cru erupted in cheer.
That merry lasted for the remainder of the game session. It lingered in an electric buzz across the table, nearly too hot to touch. A stream of molten liquid luck maybe or charged potential untapped. Whatever it was, you saw it clearest whenever Eddie met your eyes, which, until the game ended, was in instances far too rare.
“That could’ve gone better,” Mike grumbled, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.
“We didn’t know he was a necromancer,” Dustin countered, “plus, how can you say that after Y/N’s two natural twenties!? I’m still losing my shit about that!”
You listened to their conversation dwindle as the boys walked out the door, leaving you and Eddie alone in the Hellfire room. He was packing up his Dungeon Master materials in a messy rush that made you anxious just watching. In the hopes of easing it, you walked over and gathered up the folders he had already stuffed full.
“This was a great game, Eds,” you said, handing him the folders.
“Thanks.”
He barely met your eyes as he spoke and you felt that ache in your chest return. “Did I take it too far, with the roleplaying thing? I’m sorry, if I did.”
Eddie paused in his ministrations and, finally, met your eyes. His gaze danced along your face with a softness that immediately soothed your nerves.
“No, you…you didn’t. I just…uh-”
“I wanted to get the boys to stop so we could get going with the game again.”
“-yeah, and thanks for that. I just…” he dropped the folders he took from you back on the table. With a raised brow, you watched him step closer to you. That heat returned, as did that clear glimmer in his eyes. He leaned in, careful not to bump your nose with his.
Your heart began to pound against your rib cage again, but the beat did not add to anything except for a sudden eagerness. Weed, smoke, and leather and warmth overwhelmed you. All Eddie, all him. He was all you could and wanted to see.
“I just want to know how, how much of that was you and how much of that was-”
“It was mostly me,” you breathed, eyes searching Eddie’s, waiting for permission.
“Huh, really?” Eddie put his hands on his hips and his expression shifted in such coolness that you felt played. You pulled your head a little away, unable to keep up with his shifting expressions. He eyed you, searching, waiting, but not permission, not like you.
Losing hope, you stumbled. “I mean, yeah, really-”
Before you could finish, Eddie’s hands moved in a flash from his hips to your face. He cupped your cheeks gently but pulled you in fast and hard. His lips collided with yours in the same messy rush. He tasted soda sweet until you pushed him away softly.
He looked at you wildly, eyes glossy with fear. You quickly reassured him.
“Slower, Eds.”
You lifted your own hands, brushed them up his chest, and curled them into fists near the collar of his Hellfire shirt. His heart pounded too, you felt it against your wrists.
“Like this.”
And you pulled him slow, tasting all that potential, feeling all that electricity and luck. How wonderful it was: like beating the odds. You did roll two natural twenties after all. With Disadvantage no less.
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f i r s t | k i s s
f i r s t | k i s s
Regulus gets teased for never having his first kiss, so his best friend helps him out , and breaks a few school rules along the way
warning and such: sort of angst, pretty fluffy, ass!hole!bartycrouchjr, not proofread idk
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"Bloody hell, Regulus! Tell me you're joking!" Barty looked at Regulus before doubling over with laughter, his cup of fire whiskey spilling all over the floor.
A decent number of people in the common room stopped at looked at the group of boys sitting around the fire before returning to the party. I could see from the other size of the room, the clenching of Regulus' jaw, his eyes scanning the room quietly, pausing on me for a moment before dropping his head and continuing to peeling the label off his bottle of mead.
Whatever was said was clearly intended as a joke, but the situation seemed to escalate. Barty quickly stopped laughing and tried to buddy up to the boy sitting next to him. A few younger girls even started flocking around, trying to get much too close for comfort to the boy. It didn't work, rather it seemed to make the situation much worse. Regulus set his bottle down and trudged up the stairs towards the boys dormitory, throwing a middle finger up behind his head at Barty who was begging him to stay and "lighten up" Even Evan was giving Barty shit for what just happened.
I couldn't help but watch the situation, feeling sorry for Regulus and butter at Barty, even though I have no idea what I just witnessed. I excused myself from conversation and made my way towards the staircase, only to be stopped by Evan.
"Leave him be, trust me."
"What the fuck was that all about?"
Evan opened his mouth and closed it again, looking around the room before grabbing my hand and leading me to the quietest corner.
"We we're just trying to have some fun, honest. But you know Barty...always takes shit a little too far."
"Evan?!"
"Regulus has never had his first kiss."
"What?!"
"Barty wanted him to 'take his pick' of the girls," he gestured to the girls who were now throwing themselves all over the remaining boys "but you know Reg..."
"That's disgusting!" My eyes met Barry's and his smile dropped once again. He knew he messed up, alcohol induced or not.
"Look, please don't tell him I told you...I'm sure he's-"
There was a loud, tell tale *crack* of apparition from upstairs before Evan and I looked at each other.
"Gone." we said in unison.
The next few days were tense, Barty tried to apologize to Regulus when he returned but was met with silence. The tension could be felt when they walked into the room, and poor Evan was caught in the middle of it.
"If you ask me, he's just being a twit about it! Just kiss someone and get it over with, eh?" Barty joked, throwing an arm over my shoulders at Lunch later that week.
"You're a pig, Crouch!" I threw his arm off of me, shuttering at the feeling.
"Oh come on, babe! Not you too! Don't be a prude, give us a kiss, yeah?!"
I tried to shove him off, but he had the upper hand. Before I knew it, he squealed like an actual pig, voice gone and hands shrinking drastically. I looked over at Sirius and Remus, who waved, wands still in hand.
"Thank you," I mouthed before getting up and going to join them.
"You okay?" Remus asked, handing me a piece of chocolate.
"All thanks to my knights in shinning armor!"
"What was that all about anyway?"
"Umm,"
We watched at the Slytherin table, McGonagall was coming over to undo the spells. A few students had told her what happened, and she promptly ushered him out of the great hall, dragging him by his ear. They passed Regulus in the doorway, who looked just as confused as everyone else. His eyes scanned the room again, giving a sheepish nod in my direction, though I think it was intended for his brother. He collected Evan and they walked out.
"Don't worry about it. Listen, can you guys help me with something?"
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I felt confident with the spell after only a few days. Remus and Sirius had already had one in place, and we agreed on the 'don't ask, don't tell' mantra. Now, all that was left to do was put the plan into play.
"Hey, Pandora,"
"Oh, hello y/n. Would you like to sit and have dinner with us? I'm sorry to hear about Barty, what an awful young man!"
"Hopefully we got that taken care of! I actually have something I have to go take care of, but I was wondering if you could pass along a note for me?"
"Of course, love! Who should I give this too?"
"Regulus...please."
"Will he know what to do with it?"
"Yes. Thank you, Pandora!"
"Anytime!"
Merlin, I love her!
I made my way towards the Astronomy tower and waited. Impressively, I wasn't nervous or anxious. I figured this could only go one way, but even if it ended badly, it wouldn't actually be bad. My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps on the stairs behind me.
"You know, there are much closer places to talk!"
"Ahh, but this is half the fun, isn't it Reggie!"
"What...what fun?"
"Where's your favorite place in the whole world?" He shrugged. "Come on, it's not a trick question"
"New York City- Central Park but only when it's-"
I held out my hand, wand in the other and smiled at him.
"You're taking the piss out of me, aren't you?"
"We'll be gone 5 minutes."
"You've gone mental!"
"Don't you trust me?"
He groaned, taking my hand and holding his breath. In the blink of an eye we landed, dead center of Central Park. The street lights were just coming on, and there were hardly any people around.
"What are you playing at? We can't apparate and disapparate at school, how did you even-"
I grabbed his hand, working my fingers in between his. He looked around cautiously. PDA was still something he highly detested, and affection still made him nervous.
"Reggie, I know what Barty said to you, during the last Slytherin party..."
"Oh, for fucks sake! I don't want to talk about it!"
He tried to leave, but I pulled him back. I pulled my wand out and pointed it at the light we stood under. It flickered before a small cloud formed and it because to rain.
"What are you playing at?"
"I wanted to give you the option. Of course you can say no, but if you..wanted..your..first..kiss.. to be with someone who loves you- unconditionally..."
I could see a beautiful color wash over his cheeks behind his hair which beginning to flatted in the rain. He shyly put his hands on my waist and looked up at me, somewhere between asking for permission and what to do next.
"You really did all of this? For me?"
"Of course I did!" My hands now resting on either side of his face.
"And this won't change anything between us?"
I smiled and shook my head. I watched Reg take a deep breath, hold tightly to my back and then-
It was soft, and sweet. We pulled away slowly, and he let his lips linger for a moment. First kiss and already a tease?! Bloody hell! I feel sorry for the girl who falls in love with him!
"Sorry," he chuckled. I put a hand on the back of his neck, encouraging him to keep his head down, our foreheads pressed together. "Can I- can we umm"
"Yeah!" I smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.
The second one was just as sweet, just a little longer and with more meaning behind it.
What are friends for?
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Trapped Apart
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y/n gothel joins the VKs on their mission to get the magic wand from Auradon prep. follows the events of the first movie
Here you were again grounded or more accurately trapped. Mother was having another one of her episodes and she refused to let you leave. And it wasn’t because she was worried about your safety. No, she just didn’t want you to leave her like your “older sister” did. Not that you and Rapunzel were actually sisters that’s just what mother called her.
This was the 3rd night this week where she locked you in your room. And just like that, your plans flew out the window. Now you were about to spend tonight like you had the past three: alone wrapped in your one blanket that wasn’t torn and reading one of the few books on the isle that wasn’t falling apart. It was that book Rapunzel’s boo thang read as a kid “The Tales of Fylnnigan Rider.”
Your attention was pulled from the book when you heard light tapping at the window. Someone was throwing rocks at your window and since they weren’t big enough to brake the window you knew exactly who it was. After putting your book back in its hiding place your raced over to the window. Standing below in his normal red leather clothes holding his hook was your amazing boyfriend, Harry.
“Y/n, come one Uma’s pissed you’re not at work,” he whispered yelled from down below.
Even though he was maybe 10 feet below you, you could hear him. You could also see the smug look on his face that he got every time he came and rescued you from the tower. While the world saw him and everyone else on the isle as villains;Harry Hook would always be you knight in shining armor, your prince and he knew it.
You lifted the cushion of the seat that was right next to your window and pulled the rope from the inside and threw the half that wasn’t attached to the chair out the window. You watched as Harry attached his hook to his waist and held his arms up to catch you if you fell. Holding onto the rope as tight as you can, you climbed out of your window. No matter matter how many times you do this you always seem to lose your grip two feet above your boyfriend. So it’s not a matter of if you fall but when.
“I love it when you fall for me, princess,” Harry said holding you bridal style.
He says that cheesy phrase every time he has to catch you. Harry could help you get stronger so you don’t fall sneaking out but he loves holding you in his arms so he doesn’t mention it. The pirate stood there holding you for a few more minutes til he heard kids run past screaming and laughing.
“Uma, expecting us,” you said getting out of his hold and setting your feet on the ground.
“That she is,” he replied holding you against his body and keeping his hands on your waist.
“We should head over to the restaurant,” you said looking up at him and just staring into his light gray eyes.
“That we should,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over yours.
You closed your eyes expecting to get a loving kiss from him but after a minute of nothing, you opened your eyes and saw him two feet ahead of you.
“Harry Hook,” you exclaimed slapping his bicep.
“What love? I don’t want Uma to have your ass. It’s mine,” he replied slapping it before he continued down the road.
Placing your hand in his the two of you walked to the restaurant Uma’s mother owned. As restaurants go it was awful but for being on the isle it was the nicest one around. As soon as you entered Ursula’s fish and chips Uma started yelling.
“Y/n you’re late again,” she said storming over to you and pushing a tray of food into your arms.
“Sorry my mom was in her mood again,” you explained bringing the food to the correct table after Uma held up 3 fingers to you.
After you dropped the food on the table for some drunken sailers you walked over to the bar and sat down. Harry as usual sat next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Uma placed a plate of fries on the bar top for the three of us to munch on.
“Again, this is like the third time this week,” Uma asked worriedly as she munched on some fries.
“Yea, I think it has to do with how on the main land the prince’s coronation is coming up. It’s bringing up memories of when my sister left,” you replied slightly day dreaming about Auradon.
Harry was the only one in the room who notices you slip into another world. He was the only one who knew how much you wanted to leave the isle and go to Auradon Prep. It wasn’t that you hated the isle and your life on it, he knew that. But everyone knew that y/n gothel didn’t belong on the isle. You were too…nice. You stood up for the little people, for those who are being bullied. It’s how you became friends with Uma and met your boyfriend of 4 years.
You weren’t always a park of Uma’s crew. Your mother is friends with Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the evil queen, and Maleficent, so naturally growing up you hung out with them. Until when you were 12 and Mal was bullying Uma when she tried to join the gang. Mal would keep calling her shrimpy. Mal has done it before and you’ve been there but on that day your were tired of it. It could have been because your entire life you were being compared to a literal princess or that it was around that time when your mother’s episodes started getting really bad or you were old enough to realize what she was doing to you. Either way you had enough so you walked over and stood between Mal and Uma and told Mal to stop.
In that moment every one on the street stopped and looked, cause no one stood up to Mal she was the big honcho and everyone was scared of her or more accurately scared of her mother. After that Mal decided if you were going to stick up for a loser you are a loser and were no longer invited to hang out; when our parents were not around.
It was around that time that you started to dream about living in Auradon. Of being somewhere where you don’t have to stick up for the little people or yourself cause everyone is nice. Where you don’t have to worry about sneaking out cause you would be free to do want every you wanted or find somewhere you belong. But after meeting Harry or getting to know him better you didn’t need to leave the isle to find a place where you could be yourself. You had him and the crew.
“How long do you think you have til she checks on you,” Harry asked pulling you out of your day dream.
“Um she’s going to some meeting or what ever old people call hanging out with the rest of them. So I should be good for a couple hours.”
“Good,” Harry said kissing your temple.
“Hey your here, no longer on house arrest,” Gil yelling walking in and sitting on the other side of you.
Uma groaned and threw a few fries at Gil cause she knew how you felt about your living situation. On multiple occasions she offered you a room on her boat and Harry has insisted that you stay with him. But you never accepted their offer in fear of what your mother would do is she knew you were leaving. In your sisters case she almost killed the love of her life. You would rather stay trapped under her thumb than put Harry in danger. And Harry knew how trapped you felt. He also knew how your mother always compared you to your sister. If you were not physically trapped you were mentally trapped.
“Read the room Gil,” Uma said. She then ordered him to clean up the fries and wipe down all the tables, which was usually your job.
“How do you read a place,” Gil asked picking up a towel and wiping the tables.
For the rest of the day you just sat at the table and talking with Uma, Harry, Gil or who ever from the crew was in the restaurant. Uma gave you the day off partially because she gave Gil your duties and partially so you could easily just run back home so your mother doesn’t know you left. Mother usually stayed with the other villains for half the day so you could spend half the day with your friends but that was cut short today.
An hour after you and Harry entered the fish and chip shop Carlos ran in. Harry and Gil met him at the entrance and blocked him from coming in.
“Y/n, your mother is about to go home to get you,” Carlos warned.
While you didn’t talk to Mal, Evie, or Jafar, Carlos and you talked. It was rare but when ever your mother had her episode Carlos would make sure you knew when she was getting home. He was the only one of the Mal gang to know what it was like to be manipulated by their mother.
“What,” you asked getting up from your seat.
“Let me go hook,” Carlos said pushing Harry off him. “Something happened and our parents want to talk to us. You have 8 minutes to get home.”
Fear filled your eyes knowing it would take you 10 minutes to get home. Carlos knew what you were thinking and held up a helmet.
“We can get there in 5 if we leave now.”
“I got to go,” you stated to Harry giving him a kiss. “Ill send work over what this is about.”
Harry hated your relationship with Carlos, it's not that he was jealous. It was how your previous friends treated you. He also didn’t like when you relied on Carlos. He wanted to be the only person you needed. Harry felt better after you gave him one more kiss and how she will get a message out to him after the meeting.
“Thanks Carlos,” you said getting on the back of his motorbike. You put on the helmet and wrapped your arms around him so you wouldn’t fall off. Carlos took off and nearly hit multiple people to get you back to your tower. The rope you used was still hanging out your window so you knew your mother wasn’t home yet.
“I owe you Carlos, guess I'll see you in a few minutes,” you thanked giving him a hug before climbing up the rope to get back in your room. Once you got your feet on the floor you quickly hid the rope under the cushion and jumped on your bed. Grabbing one of the approved books (anything but the Flynn rider book) and pretended to read til mother busted in your room.
“Y/n, we need to go,” she said looking around the room.
“Where,” you asked getting up off the bed and walking over to her.
“The hall, don’t worry your friends will be there.”
The walk to the hall, mother liked to call it, was only a couple minutes but the intense watching from mother was suffocating. What ever this meeting was about it had to be important other wise you wouldn’t be allowed outside. Her hand was wrapped around your upper arm as to keep you close.
“Y/n,” Mal said as soon as the two of you entered the building.
As usual if the parents were around, you and Mal were best friends. Carlos gave you a real smile. Evie and Jay weren’t mean to you but they also didn’t go out of their way to spend time with you.
“Mal,” you replied walking over to her to give her a hug as soon as your mother let you go.
“You smell like rotten fish,” she whispered in your ear.
“You’re still not thinking for yourself,” you whispered back.
She squeezed your tighter making your groan in pain. Mal let you go stating she just got so excited to see you. When she let you go you went to go stand with the rest of the kids and waited for whatever this meeting was about.
“I have great news,” Mal’s mother stated standing up from her seat.
“What is it,” your mother asked clearly agitated.
“I've already told the others but since y/n was detained ill have to announce it again. Our children had been chosen to go to Auradon prep,” Maleficent said with an evil smile.
I get to go to Auradon. I’ve wanted this for years. But by the looks one it the others were not happy.
“You will go. You will find the fairy godmother and you will bring me back her magic wand. Easy peasy,” Maleficent stated in her tall bar green chair as she filed her nails.
“What’s in it for us,” Mal asked. You don’t like siding with Mal but she had a point. Why would we help her when villains don’t really have the best track record of being good parents.
“Matching thrones. Hers and hers crowns,” Maleficent replied thinking about only her daughter and herself.
“I think she meant us,” Carlos replied pointing to the five of us.
Maleficent stood up and walked over to Mal. Stated about how its all about the two of them and her plan to rule the world. You know normal villain talk. And if we didn’t help we were grounded for the rest of our life. Ha like that’s new.
“Y/n is not going. I won’t have my daughter abandon me again,” mother stated grabbing your arm again this time squeezing to tight bruises are sure to appear.
Carlos’s mother also stated how she didn’t want Carlos to go, so did Jafar but of course Malificant was going to have her way. She walked about how good the old days were and how they were robbed of revenge against snow white and the dwarfs, Aladdin and the genie, the dalmatian puppies, Flynn rider who took rapunzel and twisted her mind against mother, and of course sleeping beauty. There was a look in mothers eyes you haven’t seen before. Hope. She was going to let you go but there would be a catch, there is always one with mother.
“Y/n, I don’t like it but you can go. Bring back the wand and that magic flower,” mother insisted.
She finally let go of your arm and sat down at the table next to the evil queen.
“Mother there are no more magic flowers,” you stated. Mother’s garden as her pride and joy and it was always missing one thing. The magic flower that had given rapunzel her magic hair. Mother swore she say one on the tv when snow white was reporting from the magic garden on the main land.
“You will find it and bring it back to mother,” she stated holding your hand a little too tight.
“I understand mother.”
Evie's mother gave her a magic mirror while Malificant grabbed her spell book out of the freezer. Suddenly a car horn went off and we were be pushed out to the street.
“We are leaving now,” you asked mother.
“Yes, the sooner you leave the sooner you return with my flower,” mother said grabbing the bags and putting them in the truck.
She had packed for you even through she objected to the idea at first. This can’t be real. You had to tell Harry. Talk to him about it first. Suddenly a pebble hit your leg and a soft whistle came from the crows. Your quickly found Harry in the crowd and went over to him.
“What’s going on princess,” he asked stroking your arm. He stopped when he noticed the redness on your biceps.
“We are going to Auradon like right now,” you said wrapping your arms around him.
“What why,” he asked holding your tighter not wanting you to leave.
“Something about giving the villain’s kids a chance. Maleficent wants us to use this opportunity to steal fairy godmother’s magic wand and bring it to her.”
“Your mother is ok with this.”
“She wants the magic flower, but ill just not go. They can handle it and I'll just run away.”
“No go. I know you y/n you have always wanted to go to Auradon. This is your chance to leave. Ill be here when you come back. Get the wand and the flower and after we take a ship and just sail away. Together,” he said holding your hands and placing a small kiss on your knuckles.
“No mom,” you asked looking into his eyes.
“No mom, just you and me.”
“What about Uma and the crew.”
“They don’t matter. You are the only thing that matters.”
You heard your mother calling for you. Harry gave you one last kiss and gave you a little push back to the car. ‘Get the wand and flower, not for mother and Malificant but for me and Harry’
“there you are get in,” mother said pushing you hardly towards the car. “Don’t forget, mother loves you.”
In the car you sat next to Carlos, far away from Mal. The car was clean and full of snacks. The boys went crazy and fought over them. Carlos handed you something brown and you gave it a sniff.
“Its good,” he said shoving another three in his mouth.
Trusting him you took a small bight and boy was he right. It was sweet and is has this creamy gooey center. Eve and Mal also took some of the food. Mal was messing with a remote and opened the screen between us and the driver.
“Look,” Evie exclaimed.
We all looked out the front window and it looked like the car was going to drive us off the bridge and drive us into the water.
“Its a trap,” Carlos yelled and we all held on tight to each other.
We waited and waited for the splash to come but it never did. A magic bridge appears. We got through the barrier. Mal asked the driver if the remote she was messing with opened the barrier but the driver explained that is opened his garage, what ever that is, and then closed the wall that separated us from him.
“How’s shrimpy doing, traitor,” Mal asked looking straight at you.
“Her name is Uma and she is fine,” you said glaring back at her grabbing more of the brown sweet.
“You look good,” Evie stated with a small smile.
“Thanks,” you replied returning a smile.
The rest of the ride was quiet. Except for Carlos and jay trying to steal everything out of the van. You tried to stuff some of the sweets into your bag too. On the isle you learn to never know when your next meal is and take things whenever. Suddenly a giant castle came into view and loud music was coming from outside. The vehicle stopped and the driver opened the door. Yo got out of the car followed by Carlos and jay falling out of the vehicle fighting over things than Evie and Mal.
We were greeted by lots of bright colors and smiling faces. A middle-aged lady and two people around our age (one boy and one girl) walked over to us. The older lady told Carlos and jay to put the things back which they did begrudgingly. Jay then proceeded to hit on the younger girl. She was pretty. Dark skin brown curly hair. She was in a gold dress with pink accents and a blue sweater. The other lady was in purple dress suit and the guy was in a nice blue suit jacket and yellow pants.
“The names jay,” jay said stepping closer to the girl.
“Welcome to Auradon prep,” the middle-aged lady said interrupting jays failure at getting the girls attention. “I'm fairy godmother, headmistress.”
“The fairy godmother,” Mal asked. “As in bippity boppity boo.”
Mal tried to get her to pull out the want or at least mention where it was by bringing up cinderella. But all fairy godmother said was it was a long time ago and not to focus on the past or you miss the future.
The boy took a step towards us greeting up. His name is Ben. Or prince soon to be king Ben since the girl in pink in blue insisted on pointing out.
“You had my at prince. My mom’s a queen which makes me a princess,” Evie said bowing to prince ben. She as already trying to find her prince charming as she was instructed by her mother.
“The evil king has no royal status here and neither do you,” the girl said with a fake smile.
Prince Ben gave a little laugh and introduced the girl and princess Audrey, his girlfriend. Fairy godmother said the two would be showing us around and something about the library being closed at 11. The band and her left. Ben walked over to jay to introduce himself but jay punched him in the shoulder. Ben stood in front of Mal for a while and they shook hands. He was going to shake Carlos’s hand but Carlos had what ben called chocolate all over. Evie looked at ben longingly.
“…as the day our two peoples begun to heal,” ben said shaking your hand.
“Or the day you showed 5 people where the bathrooms are,” Mal responded jokingly.
“A little over the top,” ben relied laughing.
Ben laughed about his intense first impression while Audrey talked about how her mother is aurora and Mal and her grandparents history. So mark Audrey as someone I won’t like. Ben offered us a tour and talked about the school. There was a statue of Ben’s father in the middle of these gardens. Ben clapped his hands and the statue shifted into the kinds beast form which scared Carlos bought that he jumped into jays arms. Ben explained how if symbolizes how anything is possible.
“Does he shed much,” Mal asked.
“Yes mother wont let him on the couch,” he responded.
Ben continued towards the castle and Audrey, Mal and Evie followed. Jay dropped Carlos then continued on his way as well. Carlos was staring at the statue until you gave him a small push.
“Lets go Carlos we are losing them,” you said pulling him away from the statue.
The entrance of the castle was beautiful. The ancient building mixed with modern style. The group stopped in the center of the room. But we were not the only ones there. All around us kids were walking up and down the stairs going on with their lives. No one was forcing them to this or that. They were smiling and happy.
Mal asked about magic and if it was around here. Ben told her it exist but they don’t really use it. He said something about how everyone here are normal mortal.
“Who happen to be kings and queens,” you asked.
“Yeah our royal blood goes back generations,” Audrey replied placing Ben’s arm around her.
“Doug,” ben exclaimed taking his arm off Audrey and talking towards a guy who was with the band outside. Doug was going to give us our schedules and who us the dorms. Suddenly you remembered this is an actual School and not like the one on the isle where the teachers never cared to even show up. Ben told us or more specifically Mal to ask him for anything if we needed it, which Audrey replied or ask Doug.
Doug introduced himself as dopey’s son. He started to name the rest of the dwarfs but was interrupted by Evie. Looks like someone has a crush. He gave us our schedule and told us about our classes with included “ remedial goodness 101”. We left to go to our dorms which Doug directed us to the right. Doug explained how normally its two to a room but since no one wanted to room with a villain Mal, Evie and I were sharing a room. And since it was three people instead of 2 we got the biggest room. We opened the door and it was like pink princesses threw-up in the room. The room was very girl and good. I could tell by Evie’s face that she loved it but Mal shut it down by saying the room was gross.
We closed the curtains to make is less bright which helped a bit but it was all still pick. After dark we walked over the the guys rooms. Carlos was playing video game and jay as usual was looking at his stolen treasure.
Mal told him he could steal now or wait til we took over the world. She sounded just like her mother, and unlike you she saw that as a good think when Evie pointed it out. Jay said no and Carlos gave him a turn on the video game. Mal was not happy over how lightly the boys took the situation we were in.
“This is the one change we have to prove ourselves to out parent. To prove we are evil and vicious and ruthless and cool,” Mal stated which brought them back to their senses.
That wasn’t the reason you were there but you weren’t going to tell Mal that. Mal asked for the magic mirror and used it to find the wand which was in the museum. Carlos looked on his new computer and found out is 2 miles away from us.
“Perfect so we go to the museum take the wand and we are home by breakfast,” you stated excitingly.
“What you missed the fish and chips or your salt water baths,” Mal asked in a cruel tone.
“I miss my friends,” you responded with a coarse tone.
Mal ignored your last comment and stated exactly what I said. She opened the door and looked around to see if anyone was near. Since the coast was clear we all followed her out the room. We were about two feet from the room when I heard footsteps.
“Wait,” I said grabbing Mal’s shoulder.
“Let go,” Mal whisper yelled.
I placed a finger over my lip the to my ear and to the direction we were heading. I was letting them know I heard someone coming. Once they heard the person we all pressed up against the wall til the passed going in the other direction.
“That was closed,” Carlos said patting me on the back.
“Have any of your guys spent your entire life sneaking out. No so follow me,” you said going ahead of Mal listening to every crack and feeling every vibration in the walls.
We made it to the stairs without getting caught which was great but stairs bring a whole new problem.
“I'm going first to make sure no one is around. When I give the signal step lightly incase the stairs squeak,” you told them sitting on the hand rail and slowly sliding down until you could safely jump off with out hurting yourself and making a noise.
You went a couple feet a head but found no one in the area. You called to them to come down and for once Mal actually listened to you. They all stepped very lightly and made it down the stair without a single sound.
Once we were out of the building getting to the museum was easy. But once we got there, there was a whole new problem. There was a security guard. In the room there was video surveillance of multiple magical items, like the trident, the genie lamp, Cinderella’s shoe and the spindle Mal’s mother used. Mal used her magic to get the security guard to prick his finger on the spindle. You tried to open the door once the guard went to sleep but it was locked.
“I’ve got this,” jay said backing up.
He was too far to notice but Mal was saying a spell to open the door. You tried to stop jay but you were too late and he fell on the floor. Everyone let out a little chuckle at jay. Carlos went to help him up but jay pushed him away. We walked past the sleeping guard and Evie used her mirror to direct us to where the wand was. While we were running around the museum looking for the wand we passed the hall of villains. There were wax figures of all of our parents. It freaked us all out. We know how mean our parents can be, we know they’re villains but these figures made them look worse, made them look like monsters.
We couldn’t stand to be in the room with the figures any longer, so we left but after a couple seconds you noticed Mal didn’t follow us. She was still looking at her mothers figure.
“Look at you look at me I don’t know who to be mother, is it wrong is it right be a thief in the night mother, tell me what to do,” you heard Mal say.
You decided to leave Mal alone but Evie came back and told her to come along. You caught up with the boys. They were talking and messing around and ignoring everything around them. While you were looking at everything around you and you noticed a blue light. You went towards the light and saw the wand suspended in the air with a force field.
“Guy, I found it,” you whisper yelled to the boys.
Evie came back from getting Mal but the she still was in the wax room. “What,” Evie asked.
“I found the wand, where is Mal,” you asked.
“I thought she was behind me I’ll be right back,” Evie said running to get Mal.
A few minutes later both girls got back. You told them to follow you and led them to the wand. Jay ran to the other side and climbed under the railing.
“Jay wait,” Mal called.
Jay didn’t listen. He went to reach for the wand but the force field sent him flying an a alarm was going off.
“Force field and an alarm. It’s a bit excessive,” Carlos commented as we all went running.
You could hear the guard coming behind us. We made it to the guards spot when the phone started ringing. Carlos answered the phone while the rest of us ran out.
“Carlos come one,” you yelled for him.
“Your welcome,” he called out as he came running after you.
Carlos explained how when the alarm company called he pretended t be the guard and say it was a false alarm. We started running back to the school.
“Thanks a lot jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow,” Mal called out scorning jay.
Once we made it back to the castle, everyone followed my lead so we could get back in our rooms. We made it back to our rooms without being caught. Mal and Evie went straight to their beds while you stood by the window. There was something about sneaking out without worried about getting beat or getting loved ones killed.
“Thanks, I guess your skills were really helpful,” Mall called from her bed.
“Ill tell mother how useful my sneaking out skills are. She would love that,” you joked.
“Has she been easier to live with,” Evie asked walking over to you.
“No, she has her episodes more often. I don’t know why but she really got worse when the talk of the coronation reached the isle,” you explained.
“Well you’re free here,” Evie said as a comfort.
“I was free on the isle with…,” you started but stoped before you mentioned Uma and Harry.
“I’ve notice Hook has been more tolerable when ever your with him,” Mal stated.
“So its true, you and Harry,” Evie asked pulling you to her bed.
“Yeah 4 years,” you explained.
You missed this. Chatting about boys with Evie. It brought you back to the old days. Mal sat up and looked over at the the two of us. You waited for Mal to join the conversation or to change the subject but that would have been the Mal you knew when you were younger.
“We should sleep, we have a long day ahead of us,” she commented before going to bed.
“Yeah, night,” you said getting up and going to your bed.
You turned away from the girls and held on tight to the necklace Harry made you when you first started dating. It was a hook (blunted) on a leather cord. He gave it to you as a way to let people now you where his.
“Night Harry, I miss you,” you whispered and fell asleep hoping to speed this up to get back to him.
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Mal and Evie sat at the table in front of you and Carlos and Jay sat at the table diagonal from you. Fairy godmother stood at the front of the room asked questions for the remedial goodness class.
“If someone hands you a crying baby do you A) curse it B) lock it in a tower c) give it a bottle or d) carve out its heart,” she asked.
Carlos looked back at you in sympathy when she read option two out loud. Evie raised her hand to answer but asked for what the second option was.
“Lock it in a tower,” you whispered to her.
“Oh, sorry y/n,” she responded.
You shook your head telling her its ok and raised your hand to answer the question.
“Yes y/n.”
“C give it a bottle.”
“Correct,” fairy god mother praised.
“Wow y/n you are on fire,” Carlos also praise.
“Just pick the one that doesn’t sound like any fun,” Mal spoke up.
Evie Carlos and jay nodded in understanding of how to answer the questions. Suddenly there was a little squeal and a girl with short black hair and a blue dress scurried in the room.
“You need to sign off on an early dismissal for the coronation,” the girl quickly spoke while she stared at us. She was scare, of course she was, she was in a room full go villain kids.
“Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane,” fairy god mother introduced while signing the paper.
“You might want to use her to get the wand,” you leaned over the table and whispered into Mal’s ear.
Jane protested to her mother introducing her to everyone. Mal gave her a small smile and said hello as Jane creeped back out of the room.
“You may be right,” Mal whispered back to you.
You went back to doodling in you notebook while fairy godmother asked the next questions. Carlos and Jay ended up fighting again. They were told by FGM to save it for the Turney field.
After class was dismissed you Mal and Evie walked to your lockers which happen to be next to each others.
“So how can Jane help me get the wand y/n, you have any idea,” Mal asked putting her book back in the locker.
“I don’t know yet. This might not be something we can plan. Talk to her and see if there is something you can do to make her owe you,” you suggested leaning against your locker.
“Smart,” Mal said almost shockingly.
“Yeah Mal, I'm not stupid,” you said defensively and walked over to the library.
You have quite literally never see so many book in your entire life. Everyone in the room stopped and watched your every movement. Anywhere else it would have freaked you out but here with the books you didn’t mind. When ever mother locked you up all you could do was read. Those books made the confinement easier. You ran your fingers over all the books when a title caught your eye. “Flynnagain rider” they had it. You grabbed the book off the shelf and went to sit at a table. This book wasn’t broken. It had every page even the title cover. There were no stains. It was in perfect condition.
You were so entranced in the condition of the book you didn’t notice two people sitting at your table. You looked up and saw two brown hair twins a boy and a girl. There was something about their eyes that reminded you of something. They sat down but leaned back as to stay away from you.
“Hi I'm Ryder and this is my sister Stella,” the boy said with a giant smile.
“I’m …,” you started but were cut off by Stella.
“Oh we know. Y/n gothel. Our father had a whole conniption when he found out prince ben was letting you come to Auradon,” she said with excitement in her voice.
They confused you. They seemed scared but also intrigued by your presence.
“And who is your father,” you asked hiding behind the book hoping they would leave you alone.
“You're reading his favorite book. So much so he changed his name and named me after it,” the boy said.
Fear or shame-filled you. They were Rapunzel and Eugene’s kids. Your adoptive nieces and nephew. You slowly put the book down and really gave them a look. Now you could really see it. Her eyes he has her eyes and she had her nose. You’ve stared at the damn portrait of your “sister” your entire life. The one that got away.
“Hi,” you said sheepishly.
“Don’t worry, mother talked him down. He wanted to pull us from the school but mother had a feeling your nothing like her,” Stella said.
“She wanted us to make sure you are ok. And let you know she wants to met with you or if you want to talk you can call her,” Ryder said putting a piece of paper on the table.
“Why,” you asked hesitant to pick the paper up.
“Cause your family,” Stella replied walking around the table and giving you a hug. “Family never give up on each other.”
They left you sitting in shock staring at the book and the number on the paper. Rapunzel doesn’t hate you and she thinks you’re family. You thought about calling. Maybe she has a few tips on how to keep mother calm. Or you could warn her that when mother get out she will more likely than not go after her and Eugene. You looked behind you and saw the Stella was still standing at the doorway watching you. She gave you a big smile and waved before her brother grabbed her arm and pulled her away.
You tried to stay and read but suddenly you didn’t feel comfortable in the library. Grabbing 2 more books you went to the lady at the desk by the front door.
“Is it ok if I take these,” you asked her?
“Um yes let me scan them first,” she said hesitantly.
She scanned each book the handed them to you and a paper saying to bring the books back in one week. You were heading back to your room when your ran into Doug. Literally ran into him. The books fell to the floor.
“Sorry y/n,” Doug exclaimed picking the books up.
“It’s ok I promise,” you responded calmly.
Doug handed all the books to you and straightened his shirt. You went to head back to your room when you stopped and called to him.
“Um Doug, what to you know about magical flowers. Mother talked about it so much growing up I wanted to see on for myself,” you asked.
“Um we have some in the green house on the other side of campus,” he said running the back of his head.
“Thanks.”
You headed back to the room and was shocked to see Jane in the room with nicer hair. So Mal found her way in. Mal was on her bed drawing, Evie was sewing and Jane was complaining about her mother. Mal planted a seed of doubt in fairy godmother's love for Jane. Smart. You placed the books on your bed and collapsed on it.
“Mal do you like,” Evie asked holding up a dress she was making.
“Yea, it’s cute brings out your eyes,” Mal responded as she continued drawing.
“I know,” Evie stated looking at the dress. “Y/n what do you think?”
“I love it very Evie,” you said lifting your head up from the bed.
“Ill never get a boyfriend,” Jane sighed sitting on Evie’s bed.
“Boyfriends are overrated,” Mal replied.
“And how would you know Mal you never had one,” Evie asked.
“That’s cause I don’t need one E,” Mal replied, “ they are a waste of time.”
You let out a laugh and sat up on your bed. “You only think that cause you never had one. Jane, you will find someone.”
Evie gasped then explained how she forgot to do chad’s homework. “And that’s exactly what I mean,” Mal said as Evie grabbed some tan bag and pulled out books.
“That not what having a boyfriend means but boys in general can be a waste of time til the right one comes along,” you explain trying to bring Jane some comfort.
Suddenly an Asian girl with very short hair walked into the room. She explained how she is Mulan’s daughter Lonnie. Lonnie wanted Mal to do her hair like she did Jane’s. Mal was against it but did it cause Evie said she needed the money for new fabric. Suddenly Lonnie had long brown curly hair. It was definitely an improvement. Lonnie looked in the mirror and explained how much she loved it then she ripped her skirt stating she was now cool.
“Like ice,” Mal said sarcastically.
Jane then went to the mirror and did the same thing. ‘Wow these princesses are really stuck up if they think ripping their clothes suddenly makes them cool’ you thought. Jane instantly came to her senses and was worried about what her mom would think when she saw the dress. Lonnie and Jane left after a while. Picked up a book and started reading it. Mal was studying her spell book and Evie was still working on chad’s homework when Carlos came in with a dog.
“Carlos that's a dog,” you exclaimed. You weren’t the only one freaked out by his mothers stories of the beasts.
“Don’t worry y/n it’s not vicious like mother said. Dude is actually very sweet,” Carlos said bringing the dog over to you. It jumped on your bed and put its front paws on your legs as it licked your face. “Ben said that means he likes you.
“Ok he can stop liking me. His breath stinks,” you laughed.
Carlos grabbed the dog and sat on the floor by Mal’s bed and was working on his computer. We all sat in silence until jay came in wearing a blue shirt.
“Did the plan work with Jane? Do you know how to get the wand,” he asked leaning on Mal’s bed post.
“Do you think I would be going through this book if I hadn’t completely struck out,” Mal replied in frustration.
“Someone is in a bad mood,” Carlos stated.
“My mom is counting on me I can’t let her down,” Mal replied flicking his head.
“We can do this if we stick together,” you stated putting your book down.
“And we won't go back until we do, cause we are rotten,” Mal stated.
“To the core,” we all replied. Evie looked at you when you said that. It is like the gang’s catch phrase. You hadn’t said it or hear those words in years. It felt both weird and nice to say them again.
“Oh yeah,” Evie exclaimed looking from me to Mal, “ I found out that fairy godmother blesses ben with the wand at coronation and we all get to go. I have nothing to wear of course.”
Mal and I looked up in shock. How could she forget to mention that small detail. Before we could talk about it there was a knock at the door. Mal got up to get it and when she opened it there stood ben. He was asking how our day went and if we needed anything or had any questions.
“Mal,” I whisper and yelled when ben was walking away.
“Oh wait,” she called causing ben to stop and turn back to her, “ is it true that we all get to go to your coronation?”
Ben confirmed what Evie said. Perfect. Mal then asked if we could stand up front to absorb the goodness. Which is a smart move since they think we are all bad. But ben said that only his parents, himself, and his girlfriend get to be upfront.
“I think it's time benny boo got himself a new girlfriend,” Mal said after she closed the door on ben. “And I need a love spell.”
Carlos threw the book and Mal and she began her search. After a few minutes, she found one. The spell would be in a batch of cookies. Which was where the problem lay. None of us knows how to bake. But as a group we can get this done so we all headed down to the kitchen. You were another step close to giving your mother what she wants and getting back to Harry.
In the kitchen, we were able to get most of it done but the last ingredient was a human tear. Carlos thought of cutting up an onion but it had to be a true tear of human sadness.
“A tear is a tear,” jay said in frustration.
“that's not true jay they both have antibodies and enzymes. A hormonal tear has more protein than a reflex tear,” eve said giving Mal the bag of flour.
“Wow Evie,” you said proudly.
“Listen to you,” Mal stated as she put more flour in the mixing bowl.
Carlos and jay were messing around about whether or not jay knew that science mumbo jumbo, then Lonnie walked into the kitchen. You grabbed the towel and threw it over the book to hide it from her.
“There you are Mal, I was looking for you. You know all the girls want you to do their hair,” Lonnie stated walking over to the counter while Mal and Evie were awkwardly standing there and mixing the ingredients. “Midnight snack huh, what are you guys making?”
“Nothing special just cookies,” you stated to say before Lonnie dipped her finger in the batter and ate some.
“What I'm not going to double dip,” Lonnie said defensibly after we all basically yelled no at her.
“Fell anything,” Evie asked leaning towards her.
“Yeah like it might be missing something,” Mal asked.
Jay saw this as his opportunity to hit on Lonnie and see if the spell works. Lonnie blew him off then stated it could use some chip.
“What are chip,” you asked relaxing a but knowing she was under the spell.
Lonnie went to the fridge and grabbed a down of chocolate dots. “Chocolate chips. Just the most important food group,” she said placing the down on the counter. She took a hand full and put them in the bowl. “Didn’t your moms ever make you chocolate chip cookies?”
We all looked at her in confusion.
“Like when your feeling sad and their fresh from the oven with a big old glass of milk and she makes you laugh and puts everything int perspective,” Lonnie asked with this huge smile on her face. She looked up and notice all of our sad faces. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“It's just different where we are from,” Mal explained mixing the chocolate chips in the dough.
“Yeah, I know. I just thought even villains love their kids.”
“No,” you whispered hugging yourself.
Lonnie grabbed Mal’s hand when she notice how none of us agreed with her. A tear was falling from Lonnie's eye and luckily Mal noticed it and grabbed it and put it in the mix. Mal quickly got her out of the kitchen while we finished the spell. Once the cookies were done and cooled down Mal put them in a baggie and we all went to sleep.
The next morning we all woke up early to decide when to give ben the cookie. “Just give it to him first thing it may take a while right,” you suggested.
“No it’s an instantaneous spell,” Mal explained.
“Oh.”
“Ok so we have a plan I’m going to go get ready for the Turney game,” jay said.
“That’s at the end of the day,” Carlos reminded him.
“Yes but I can go parade around and take to girls.”
We all left to start our day. Eventually, we all met by Mal’s locker and waited for ben to show up so she could give him the cookie. He was about to turn it down but Mal did reverse psychology (which I am now aware that I have been victim to multiple times) on him. She played to how we are villains who can not be trusted. Ben snatched the cookie from his hand and took a giant bite. The spell was starting to work cause he was having lovey eyes towards Mal. She grabbed the cookie before he could take another bite. Ben then started to yell her name at the top of his lungs.
“Girl what did you put in those cookies,” you laughed.
Jay and Carlos took him to the Turney field to get ready for the game while Mal Evie and you went to go stand in the stands and cheer for jay and Carlos. The game was going great I think. But everyone for Auradon was cheering. It was the last bit of the game when jay and Carlos got on the field.
“Let's go, Carlos. Let go jay,” you yelled.
Carlos, Jay, and ben use their combined skills to make the winning goal. The crowd was going crazy. Suddenly ben took a microphone and started professing his love to Mal. He then started singing a song about how much he loved her.
“What was in that cookie,” Mal exclaimed.
During his little song, ben took off his jersey and threw it to Mal. Ben made his way to Mal and told her again that he loved her. Then Audrey came up with chad and said they were going out and going to the coronation together. Audrey kissed chad and walked away. Ben and Mal were going to the coronation to gather but you didn’t care that that moment. You saw the hurt in Evie’s eyes. She really likes chad.
“Hey it’s ok, he was a dope anywhere. Plus you are way better than him,” you said giving her a side hug.
Mal noticed Evie’s poor mood and commented hoe she felt bad for Audrey and said how if she was pretty smart and talented at Evie that she wouldn’t need a prince to feel better about herself. And you totally agreed.
After the game, you ran into Stella. She asked if you wanted to hang out with them for a bit. A bit turned into an hour and an hour turned into a sleepover. The only person you spent this much time with was your mother. You haven’t even spent this much time in one sitting with Harry.
“Tell me about yourself,” she asked.
“Um, I don't know what to say,” you replied.
“What do you like to do silly,” she said giving you a slight push.
“Um, I can’t really do anything. When mother locks me away I just read and paint and sew. I cant even do the last 2 cause mother makes me do them. It reminds her of rapunzel. I have to do everything like Rapunzel,” you explained. “I'll sometime climb out my tower to hang out with my boyfriend but that only if mother leaves.”
You noticed the look on Stella’s face. It was shock or pity. She heard the story of what her mother went through but in some messed up way mother gothel loved her but for you, you were just a constant reminder of her failure.
“I'm sorry I should go,” you said getting up off the floor and opening the door.
“Wait, it’s ok to be yourself. You can just be you here not rapunzel not gothel just y/n,” Stella said giving you a hug. “So what here has made you the happiest?”
“The library, and school, and my friends,” you said honestly. “I feel free here, no tower, no barrier.”
“You are, no one can make you do anything you don’t want to,” Stella said holding your hand.
“Thanks, but I should really go,” you said leaving Stella’s room.
When you walked into your dorm room Mal was getting ready for a date with ben. Evie was about to do her makeup.
“Y/n help me do her hair,” Evie asked.
“Sure you know hair is my specialty.”
It was nice. You guy talked like old times. Since Mal’s hair was very much shorter than yours it didn’t take as long to get it just right. Evie was putting the finishing touches when Mal thanked both of us for helping her.
“I've never had a sister,” Mal said as Evie put on her lipstick.
“Well now you have 2 right y/n,” Evie asked you.
You looked at Mal and Evie and gave a small smile. “Yeah, we are going to have to stick togather If this doesn’t work.”
“Are you guys scared of your mother,” Mal asked.
“Sometimes,” Evie replied.
“Yes, not scared of what she will do to me but what she will do to the people I care about if she found out about them,” you said shocked at how honest you were. You never told anyone about how much you really feared your mother.
“Harry,” Mal asked.
“Yeah, he makes me feel sane and less trapped,” you replied smiling and you held your necklace.
“Are you scared of your mother,” Evie asked.
“No, I just want to make her proud. She gets so angry when I disappoint her,” Mal opened up.
There was a knock on the door but before she went to get it Mal looked over at you.
“I'm sorry for how I treated you. You were never weak you were different and now I know its okay,” Mal said holding her arms out to give you a hug.
“I forgive you, Mal. Besides according to Stella and Ryder siblings fight all the time, and they always forgive.”
Mal went to open the door after letting you go and left on her date with Ben. You and Evie just stayed in all day and waited for Mal to return with the details of her date.
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In remedial goodness class, fairy godmother was standing in front of a tv and she looked very excited. She was talking about family day at the school and since out parents couldn’t come for obvious reasons she set up a special video call with them. The call didn’t start off to a great start with Carlos’s mother calling fairy godmother old and Mal’s mother antagonizing her about the pumpkin and the curfew. Maleficent was asking about how much longer it would talk til we got the wand. Then Cruella was talking about turning Carlos’s new BFF dude into an accessory. And mother kept saying how much she missed me and that when I return she never wants to let me go, which meant I was going to be trapped in the tower for more than a day. Out parents started fighting and after a few second jay turned the computer off.
“I'm so sorry,” fairy godmother said in a soft tone.
“Thanks anyway,” you responded before going back to your seat.
You all grabbed your bags and went to leave the room.
“Mal what do you think our parents are going to do to use if we don’t pull it off,” Evie asked.
“I think they will be quietly disappointed but ultimately proud of us for doing our best,” Mal lied.
“Really,” Carlos asked not reading between the lines.
“No, I think we are definite goners.”
When the day was over we all went to the boys' room to go over the plan. Mal will be up front while we will be on the balcony. Carlos is going to handle the limo. Mal gave Evie a perfume to knock the driver out. There was this sadness filling the room. I don’t think any of us really wanted to do this, but we were scared of what our parents would do if we didn’t. I noticed Mal looking up a spell to undo the love spell. She said she wanted to undo it cause it would be extra cruel but I know she had feelings for ben and didn’t want to live this lie any longer.
That night you couldn’t sleep. If you guys got the wand and the villains came to Auradon this little piece of freedom would be destroyed. Mother would find her magic flower and she would find another tower to lock you in. And she would go for Rapunzel and Eugene and Stella and Ryder. That dream of sailing the ocean with Harry was never going to happen. You were forever destined to be trapped and locked away. You thought being with Harry and Uma and Gil made you feel free because you were away from your mother but you were still trapped on the isle.
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It was family day. The five of you decide to enjoy the festivities. Mal went over to ben and his parent while you stayed with Evie while the boys played with the chocolate fountain. Mal said that the king and queen wanted to have lunch with us. You enjoyed a nice game of croquet with everyone when Audrey’s grandmother was yelling about how the villains were here. Chad was being very rude. He called out Mal for stealing ben, said jay enjoyed hurting people and said Evie was a gold digger. Evie told her magic mirror to show her the biggest jerk and chad’s face appeared. He then pushed the mirror out of his face and you and jay were about to go after him for pushing Evie but ben stopped jay and Carlos stopped you. Mal then knock chad out with and spell and the five of us left.
The five of us just sat at a table and ate lunch. At the table next to us sat chad Audrey, Jane, Stella, Ryder, Doug and other people we thought were our friends.
“How long did she think that was going to last. It was just a bad girl fascination,” Audrey asked her as Jane walked by making sure we heard.
“Yeah I mean he’s never going to make a villain a queen,” Jane said getting right next to Mal’s ear.
In anger, Mal took out her spell book and undid Jane’s hair. Jane screamed and everyone backed away from her.
“There’s a lot more where that came from,” Mal angrily stated.
“Excuse me, who do you think you are,” Aubrey asked.
“Do you think I’m kidding,” Mal asked as she pulled out her spell book? Everyone left in fear.
When they left Mal stated how excited she was for tomorrow and how we needed to get the wand a leave.
“It was stupid to think they would see us as something other than our parents,” you stated in a pissed-off tone.
We left to head to our rooms to get ready for the big day.
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We were all ready for the coronation. Mal was wearing a beautiful purple dress, Evie was in a blue one and I was in a red one. All three dresses were Evie herself. While Mal walked in with ben, you Evie, and the boy went to your spots on the balcony. The coronation was beautiful but you really had a hard time focusing on the details. Any second now Mal was going to grab the wand and this place would be destroyed. Fairy godmother took the wand out to bless ben with it but before she could Jane grabbed it. She was angry at how her mother refused to use magic to make her pretty. Mal wrestled Jane for the wand. Once Mal had it in her hand Jane ran off. The four of us ran into the room to help Mal.
“Ben I said stand back,” Mal yelled as he took a step towards her.
“I told you so,” Audrey exclaimed taking a step forward. Mal turned to her and they back up in fear.
“Mal we got it to let's go,” you said once you got to her.
“You really want to do this,” ben asked standing between Mal and his parents and fairy godmother.
“We have no choice ben,” Mal cried. “Our parents…,”
“Your parents made their choice, no you make yours.”
Mal stood there and looked at everyone in front of her: ben, the king and queen, and fairy godmother
“I think I want to be good,” Mal whispered.
“You are good,” ben told her.
“How do you know that,” Mal yelled.
“Because I’m listening to my heart.”
“I wanna listen to my heart too. And my heart is telling me we are not our parents,” Mal said turning to us. “Stealing things doesn’t make you happy, Turney, and victory pizza with the team makes you happy,” she said looking at jay.
“Scratching dude’s belly makes you happy,” she told Carlos.
“Being her, being far away from that tower, and being yourself makes you happy y/n. And Evie you do not have to play dumb to get a guy. You are so smart. And I don’t want to take over the world for evil. It doesn’t make me happy. I want to go to school and be with ben. Cause ben makes me really happy. Us being friends makes me really happy. Not destroying things. I chose good you guy.”
Mal held out her fist. You were the first to put your fist next to hers. You are choosing good. Then jay then Evie. We all looked at Carlos.
“Just so we are clear we don’t have to worry about how mad our parents are going to be, cause they are going to be really really mad,” Carlos asked making us all laugh.
“Your parents can’t reach you here,” ben reassured Carlos.
“Okay then good,” he said before putting his hand in the circle. We all looked to Ben for him to join in cause he’s a part of our group. For a nice second everything was fine til a loud thunderous sound filled the room. Green smoke was coming in and Maleficent appeared in front of everyone. Mal told her to go away but she didn’t listen. Mal threw the want to the fairy godmother who tried to use it on Malificant but she was too slow. Everyone in the room froze except for the five of us. Maleficent took Ben’s ring off of Mal’s finger and told her love was stupid. Mal told her how she didn’t want to be like her.
“Love is not weak or ridiculous, it's actually really really amazing,” Mal cried.
Mal took the want from her mother and jay tried to take the staff but he was unsuccessful. Maleficent then turned into her dragon form. Evie tried to use her mirror to blind the Beast. Mal pushed us all behind her and started chanting, “ the strength of evil is good as none when stands before five hearts as one.” She kept repeating it and repeating it til her mother turned from a dragon to a lizard. Shrinking to the size of love in her heart. Mal gave fairy godmother her wand and Mal got her ring back. Fairy un froze everyone. Mal went to talk to Jane and fairy to try to lessen the punishment you needed to talk to ben.
“Ben,” you asked him.
“Yes.”
“Is there any way I can get a letter to the isle? I need to explain this to someone. I need him to know why I’m staying,” you asked.
“I'll see what I can do,” he replied.
You wrapped your arm around him and next to him was Evie then Carlos then jay. A guard put a glass container over Malificant to keep her from escaping. Mal came over to you and placed her arm around you.
“You will be okay,” she whispered in your ear knowing how sad you are about leaving a certain someone behind.
“Thanks.”
For the first time in forever, you didn’t have to worry about your mother's anger or her episodes where she locked you up. Never again were you going to lock away. Never again were you going to be trapped. You were free. But with that freedom, you lost the only person who made you feel special, unique.
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This is the first time I’ve ever caught you open! Can you send fics of just neil being put through absolute hell. I only need it to be finished and to have a not totally sad ending. Im good with canon post canon and aus so really whatever. Thank you so much I find literally all my fics on your page <3
This kid just can’t catch a break, can he?
There’s plenty of fics we can offer you where Neil doesn’t have a great time (physically or emotionally), just see our list of recs from previous posts. You’ll find more under our raven!neil, dark and angst w/happy ending tags (not all fics in those tags are complete).
Please be aware of the trigger warnings though, due to their nature some of these fics deal with some heavy material.
Hope you’ll find what you’re looking for here! - S
A selection from previous posts:
‘Black As Is The Raven, He’ll Get A Partner’ and ‘Timeless’ here
‘hawk in the raven nest’ here
‘Take to the Wing’ here
‘Oh Raven’ here
‘Die Free or Die a Failure’ and ‘Night is the Raven, Day is the Fox’ (both completed) here
‘Scared to Live (But I'm Scared to Die)’ (completed) here
‘Not Damsels, Not Knights’ here
‘what it takes to survive’ (completed) here
‘Heartlines’ and ‘This Is What Hollows’ (completed) here
‘If Only I Were Enough’ (completed) and ‘don't break the glass’ (completed) here (part 1 of the glass series)
‘Double Trouble’ series here
‘Out of the Ashes’ series here (Part 1 and 2 completed)
‘Make A Believer Out Of Me’ here
‘what if the butcher hurt neil permanently in baltimore’ here
‘here and where you are’ here
‘Pause and Restart My Heart’ series here
‘The Bones of You’ here
‘and in a flash, it’s gone’ and ‘(don’t fear) the reaper’ here
‘Creatures We Find in the Forest’ here
‘There Now, Steady Love’ and ‘Except When It's No’ here
‘I Hope You Lie To Me’ here
‘The Story After You’ here
‘and you thought i hated you’ here
‘The Morning AUs, Chapter 14: The Bodyguard AU’ here
‘If all else perished, and he remained’ here
‘stifle my choice and the air in my lungs’ here
‘Purple Skies’ here
‘Monsters on the Top Floor’ here
‘The Reaper’ and ‘TALE OF A MARTYR IN XII PARTS’ (both completed) here
‘The Nameless Monster’ here
‘Through our memories, we live’ (completed) and ‘Hold Each Other, Chapter 24-31: Go or Go Ahead’ here
‘Hold Each Other: Chapter 5: The Gun Still Rattles’ here, ‘Chapter 7: Nothing Always Means Something’ here
‘Calling Me Back Once Again’ here
‘Amor Vincit Omnia’ (completed) here
‘Run to You’ here
‘Ghost of You’ here
You may also find something in these posts:
Neil with depression/mental health issues here
Neil attempts suicide here
Christmas at Evermore here
What Lies in Wait by starwarned [Rated M, 23419 words, complete, 2023]
Neil is being haunted — or else he’s losing his mind. All he can hear are the screams echoing in his head. But he and Andrew have made it this far, haven’t they? Can’t they survive a little more?
Based on What Lies Beneath.
tw: violence, tw: psychological torture, tw: kidnapping
Pull Up The Ladder When The Flood Comes by WinterFrost250 [Rated M, 3248 words, complete, 2023]
“Neil-” Kevin paused and looked around the room. As if only just realizing they were surrounded by people, he began speaking in vehement French.
“I’m sorry Neil I didn’t mean to look, I just-” Kevin glanced down at his phone, “It was just there when I opened it. I’m sorry.”
OR
Kevin gets sent pictures from an unknown number of Neils's time in Evermore and shit hits the fan.
tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks
the boy in the basement by iriswords [Rated M, 3376 words, complete, 2023]
Part 21 of Febuwhump 2023
The Wesninskis are a well-known family in town. A macabre one, with only one survivor: Nathan Wesninski. Every day, Andrew likes to pass in front of the house on his way back home. He observes it distantly, taken over by morbid curiosity. It's how he notices the eyes watching him through the windows of the basement.
tw: violence, tw: torture, tw: blood, tw: major character injury, tw: implied/referenced abuse
next best thing by iriswords [Rated M, 1546 words, complete, 2023]
Part 13 of Febuwhump 2023
Mary and Nathaniel are caught by one of Nathan's enemies while they're on the run. Said enemy doesn't have anything against the two of them, but he deeply desires revenge on Nathan. And in the absence of Nathan, he chooses the next best thing.
tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: major character injury
keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?) by phan_taloon [Rated M, 15415 words, complete, 2022, locked]
Except the cool steel felt too much like the cool cement of a dirty basement, it burned and numbed his back too much like-
He wasn’t fine.
But his meds could fix it.
He scrambled to his feet, stumbling down the hall to the bathroom and yanking the cabinet open and grabbing the pill bottle in a fist tight enough to hurt. He shook one of the pretty little pills into his palm and he swallowed it dry. But one wasn’t enough.
Or, AU where Neil never met the Foxes, with a little less mafia and a little more pain for Neil when he ends up captured by Nathan for months, and has to deal with the consequences by himself. He ends up in treatment for chronic pain with opioids, and let's just say opioid use is tricky when you're alone and in pain; one thing can lead to another more easily than it seems.
tw: drug addiction, tw: drug overdose, tw: withdrawal, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: vomit
no matter when and where, we'll be alright by jingerhead [Rated M, 11611 words, complete, 2022]
Of all the night’s events, there were only three things that Nathaniel really remembered clearly: the moments before the riots, being questioned by Lola in the car, and watching his father walk down the stairs to the basement. The last thing Nathaniel could remember was the way the light caught the blade of his father’s axe, blinding and terrifying as it was raised towards the ceiling. He couldn’t remember it coming down but it had to one way or another, right?
tw: amputation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks
are we whole or just two halves/reaching out to the unknown? by Raphael_Stantiago [Not Rated, 18881 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2022]
An informant/defence attorney au, where Neil never left his father and was sucked into the family business, and gave them all up as soon as possible. However, when Neil meets his attorney Andrew, it gets a little more complicated. Cue them falling in love across various court cases, arrests and one on one meetings, all with the threat of witness protection hanging over their heads.
NB: fic art by @oliviaillustrations here
tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced violence, tw: dissociation
All Alone, I've Lost the Hope by phan_taloon [Rated T, 6873 words, complete, 2021, locked]
Even now, lying in the cold concrete floor of wherever he is, surrounded by armed men and women, drowsy from a concussion and drugs, and body pulsating in pain from several places, he still doesn’t believe in regret. Even at the face of the bastard in front of him, the cruel smile and the hungry glint of his eyes, he’d always choose to stay.
Even if the FBI may have been right to say the Witness Protection Program was the only logical path to choose with so many of his father’s men and allies still out there.
also available on tumblr here and here
tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: kidnapping, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: blood, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: depression
It never comes from your enemies by spectaclesandbooks [Rated T, 19408 words, complete, 2021]
"Name?"
"Andrew Minyard," he pushes out through gritted teeth.
“Well well well,” the man on the other end sounds amused, smug. Andrew waits for him to continue, his feet pounding against the pavement. “If you’re the one coming to meet me, I have to assume you’ve finally found a way to keep Josten on a leash?”
The clink of metal, rough breathing, unseeing blue eyes, panicked pleading.
When Andrew doesn’t answer, the Raven presses further.
“Either you’ve found a way to keep him subdued or you’re not coming alone like you were told. Which is it, Minyard? I told you what would happen if you didn’t do as you were asked.”
“Neil won’t be bothering us,” Andrew spits out, “he’s staying at home for this one.”
There’s movement on the other end of the phone, presumably the Raven preparing to leave and come meet him.
“Excellent,” he says easily. “That means you and I can conduct our business in peace and no-one gets hurt."
tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced self harm
That one party series by Thegaydepression [Rated T, 13872 words, 2 complete works, 2021]
Part 1: Orange (T (we say M), 9237 words)
"Orange is for someone who doesn’t suffocate.
But Neil does.
He suffocates and he feels it clawing at his throat and beating in his ears and pounding on his chest"
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Neil thought he was fine, but then he goes to a stupid, loud, bright party.
Neil thought he was fine, but he isn't.
Not at all.
tw: rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: panic attacks, tw: depression, tw: anxiety, tw: nightmares, tw: implied/referenced self harm
Part 2: Maybe Orange isn't Suffocating (Not Rated, 4635 words)
A second part to "Orange"
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Andrew is (not) coping
Aaron is a surprisingly good brother
Neil is not fine
tw: rape/noncon, tw: violence, tw: kidnapping, tw: dissociation, tw: panic attacks,
hold me close (don't let go) by cake_lovin_ace [Rated G, 4123 words, complete, 2021]
Part 2 of weight of a martyr
night by night memories of his childhood flooded his mind’s eye, all the things neil had tried his hardest to suppress. all the times he had been hurt; gotten the scars that littered his torso; been betrayed by the very people meant to protect him. it was like reliving everything all over again in vivid technicolor, and when he managed to claw his way out of the maze his mind trapped him in it was all he could do to remain upright and not crumpled on the floor; on the bed instead of hidden below it; dry-cheeked instead of sobbing hysterically.
or
neil struggles with memories of the past. andrew helps.
tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation
what comes after nightmares by moth_writes [Rated T, 10146 words, complete, Aftg Big Bang 2020]
Father won't accept anything less than the best.
Nathaniel shuts his eyes and wills himself to a dreamless sleep. Or at least one without knives and blood and pain.
He's not successful, but the next time he wakes it is to an alarm and the sun in his window.
It's the best he can hope for.
...
Neil falls asleep easily, and he knows he has someone with him to battle the darkness back where it belongs now.
Neil is thirty, and he is wrapped in his husband’s arms with two cats purring next to them.
He fights his own nightmares, and he has his family at his side to help.
He’s home.
(Neil's nightmares and what happens after, ages 5-30.)
NB: find art for this fic by @i-did here
tw: graphic descriptions of violence, tw: nightmares, tw: child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture
👑 ROYAL AU WRITING MASTERPOST 👑 by @emry-stars-art [tumblr, 2023]
(especially the posts concerning Neil’s (Abram’s) treatment at Evermore)
e.g. Abram’s return from Evermore, Pieces of his recovery, Andrew taking over Abram’s care
👑 ROYAL AU TUMBLR LORE MASTERPOST 👑 by @emry-stars-art [tumblr, 2023] (comprises both text and art posts)
e.g. Abram's brands pt1 / pt2
tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: scars, tw: panic attacks, tw: dissociation
“Perhaps you’ll take me out one day — or do I have to make an appointment?” prompt fill by @ravenvsfox [tumblr, 2017]
His morning is a string of disasters that begins with covering the ER in the Sunday rush of hypochondriac elderly and fussy children. It’s one long stretch of kicked over paint buckets, a mess you can’t ignore, splattering the walls and getting on his shoes.
Art
andreil post-baltimore by @intradaya
It’s over. You’re going to be okay. We’ve got you. by @rainbowd00dles
"All that time fighting and you never learned how to duck?" by @rainbowd00dles
Sunrise, Abram, death: these are truths. by @boydsjosten
Neil Josten art by @runningwithhellhounds
Neil & Wymack after Evermore comic by @rijirain
Neil in the Wymack’s bathroom after winter holidays art by @eggpy
“Help me,” “Let me” by @rainbowd00dles
And if you make it out alive, hold that bloody head up high art by @pearsfears
I’m fine art by @laurafromnowhere
Nathaniel/Neil gif by @queen-of-perplexity
hurt Neil by @rhyva
#fic#neil josten/andrew minyard#neil josten & the foxes#betsy dobson & neil josten#mary hatford & neil josten#aaron minyard & neil josten#kevin day & neil josten#universe: pre canon#universe: canon divergent#universe: post canon#au: different first meeting#au: other sports#au: law#au: witsec#au: royalty#theme: angst with a happy ending#theme: hurt/comfort#theme: emotional hurt/comfort#theme: protectiveness#theme: injuries#aftg big bang#aftg reverse big bang#tw: violence#tw: rape/noncon#tw: suicidal thoughts#tw: abuse#tw: torture#tw: dissociation#tw: panic attacks#tw: kidnapping
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Fairy Tale Ending
“So… Sorry about the fairy tale, this happily ever after.” Karlach looked at the barren wasteland before them, where blood literally trickled from the ground into the Styx. The high pitched screams of imps added to the dreadfulness of it all. “Do you feel tricked? I wouldn’t blame you. I do get confused for a princess a lot.” She added, gesturing at her scarred, toned body and her bloody worn armor with a wry smirk. Her eyes only glanced at Astarion for a moment, as if she was afraid to read his expression.
His tone carried no note of regret, nor fear. If anything, he sounded wickedly excited. His unprompted giggle only made it seem more so. “Hm. I did think you were my knight in shining armor. Turns out you’re truly my barbarian in rags.” He looked at her, somewhat longingly. He’d almost lost her. “Same difference, my love.”
“Hey, watch it. I made an effort here.” Her engine revved at the endearing words her beloved vamp chose. Her wry smile relaxed into an honest one. Perhaps the most honest she’d shared with him. She continued. “Do you know how hard it was to find clothes that wouldn’t just burn off?”
“Oh dear. What a sight to behold before a painful, brutal death…” Astarion looked over to her dreamingly, his fangs visible. He caught sight of her smile. To him, it seemed to carry beauty enough to balance the horror of the Hells… He would probably never tell her that.
“Well, it did give me the advantage a few times…” She cleared her throat as soon as Astarion frowned - but also smirked. She was sure he’d ask her about it later, and she would be right. “These… are what stuck.” She motioned at her favorite rags wrapping her body. “Nothing like your fancy boy garb there, but at least it covers the - erm - important bits.”
“And thanks for that. People already ogle you as it is.” Astarion came across as jealous - and he meant it.
“People?”
“Never mind.” Hells if he would mention that flirty smith to her again.
“Oi. Eyes up here, soldier.”
“I know.” He did not look up.
“…Pervert.” Karlach was smiling a very different smile now. Her engine got a bit louder, the glow slowly shifting in color.
Astarion returned the grin, his unashamedly dripping with all the bad intentions he had. “Likewise.”
“…Quick one?” They hadn’t even started and Karlach was breathless.
“Oh no, darling. Let’s take our sweet time. I want our new pals to notice our absence…”
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Notes:
In this, Karlach and Astarion (maybe some other companions, who knows) have descended into Avernus. It is supposed to be set soon after they arrive, but still later than the Avernus epilogue cinematics and the imminent fight that follows.
It is implied here that Astarion and Karlach have met some people (I have in my head who at least a couple of them are - they are existing characters in the Forgotten Realms lore and are tied to Zariel), and that they are staying together with them - at least momentarily. I imagine one of these characters appeared and helped them during the fighting with the imps, and HellSpawn (awn) tagged along with them, maybe were even introduced to some others not-so-evil figures in Avernus.
Lore-wise, Avernus has some fortified locations, even if most of the land is a barren warfield. It is a place obviously ruled by devils, but not all devils are loyal to Zariel. There are some mentions of taverns, or tavern-like locations. I imagine they found themselves in or near one of these places.
#baldur's gate 3#karlach#astarion#bg3#karlach x astarion#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#bg3 spoilers#after ending#astarion x karlach#avernus#avernus ending#SPOILERS!#gotta put these ideas outta my head somehow
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Rebirth au: why is Jaune’s dad being an a**hole and not want to train him? And how does Jaune bypass this obstacle? Also curious whether Jeanne sticks to her promise and backs him up in order to change their parents’ mind. Even if not, I’d imagine he has enough knowledge to train himself or find someone who gives a damn about him and is willing to train him.
He gave the typical Dad excuse of: “Because I said so.”
Why are all of you so upset?!
United We Stand Together~!
Acheius: Hey, Jaune, want to play catch son?
Jaune: No.
Acheius: What? Why not, it will be fun!
Jaune: Bevause I said so; end of discussion.
Acheius: What?
~~~
Acheius: Hey, Jeanne since you want to go to, Beacon how about I start giving you some lessons?
Jeanne: Mmmm… No, no thank you.
Acheius: But, how are you going to become a, Huntress if you don’t train?
Jeanne: I have some ideas on how.
Acheius: But…
Jeanne: Sorry, Dad, I’ve got stuff to do.
Acheius: But, Jeje…
Jeanne: End of discussion.
Acheius: …
~~~
Acheius: Hey, Jaune, how goes the homework.
Jaune: It’s going okay.
Acheius: Do you want some help with it?
Jaune: Uhh… Yeah, yeah I would.
Acheius: Great! Then…
Jaune: Can you ask, Saphire to help me out? She’s really good with this stuff.
Acheius: Oh, I was wondering if I could help you instead…
Jaune: No thanks.
Acheius: But…!
Jaune: End of discussion, Dad.
Acheius: …
~~~
Acheius: Hey, Jeanne, want to watch a movie with me?
Jeanne: Mmm… No thanks.
Acheius: But, it’s your favourite, ‘The Princess Knight.’
Jeanne: I don’t want to watch a movie right now.
Acheius: But…
Jeanne: Dad, I don’t want to watch a movie: End of discussion.
Acheius: Why do you two keep saying that?
~~~
Jaune: Why did I even like this movie…?
Jeanne: The explosions, and cheesy one liners?
Jaune: I’d buy that…
Acheius: Hey, you two; I want you two to do the dishes, okay?
Jeanne: No.
Jaune: Don’t wanna.
Acheius: Hey, I’m not asking, I’m telling you to.
Jaune: Still don’t wanna.
Jeanne: End of discussion, Dad.
Acheius: Okay! What’s up with you two…?!
Juniper: Jaune, Jeanne; can you two do the dishes please?
Jeanne: Okay, Mom!
Jaune: This movie’s pretty lame anyway.
Acheius: Lame? And, why are you listening to your Mother, and not me?
Juniper: Because they like me more than you.
Acheius: Since when?!
Juniper: A couple of weeks ago.
Acheius: And, why do they like you more?
Juniper: Figure that out yourself.
Acheius: …
Acheius: Oh no…
Acheius: She’s angry with me too…
~~~
Jeanne: Oh crap?! Ooph!!
Jaune: Jeanne you’re over exerting yourself again.
Jeanne: I know, I know… Haa… I just…
Jaune: The muscle memory is too strong?
Jeanne: Yeah! That’s it, I’m not thinking, just reacting to your attacks. Haa… We’ve been at this for two years now and, I still haven’t ‘fixed’ this…
Jaune: Maybe that’s something you can’t fix; It’s like a well worn glove that you’re used to wearing, it’s just that you’re not big enough to wear it properly.
Jeanne: So I won’t be able to fight like I used too until puberty?!
Jaune: Yeah, pretty much.
Jeanne: NahhhHHH! I didn’t start puberty until I was thirteen! And, my boobs got really big when I hit sixteen! I better get my aura unlocked when I’m twelve because my back won’t be able to tale it!
Jaune: …
Jaune: Okay… Want to go back to training?
Jeanne: …
Jeanne: Curse the future, and my gigantic boobs…
Jaune: Can you stop?!
Jeanne: Okay, okay… Ready?
Jaune: Ready.
Acheius: What are you two doing?!
Jaune: Training to become, Hunters.
Acheius: Both of you?
Jeanne: Does it not look like we’re training together…?
Acheius: But, how are you two training; There’s no one to teach you?
Jaune: Internet.
Acheius: The internet?
Jeanne: You can find a lot of things on the internet.
Acheius: Okay…? But, who said you could train?
Jeanne: Do we need a permission slip, or something?
Acheius: Your fine, Jeje. I’m asking you, Jaune. Who said you could train to be a Huntsman?
Jaune: No one did. And, before you give me some sort of remark of, ‘Because I said so.’ You said you wouldn’t train me. Not that I couldn’t get training.
Acheius: Grrr…! Stop training with your sister! You are not going to become a Huntsman, Jaune!
Jaune: Why?
Acheius: Because I said so!
Jaune: No.
Acheius: No?
Jaune: No, I won’t stop training just because you said so. You’re more than happy to train, Jeanne, but you refuse to train me; Why?
Acheius: I don’t want you to become a Huntsman that’s it…
Jaune: Because…?
Acheius: I just don’t think that you’re capable of becoming a, Huntsman that’s why.
Jaune: I’m not capable? Huw… Please give him your sword, Jeanne.
Jeanne: Damn, I was hoping I wouldn’t lose that bet.
Jaune: Catch.
Acheius: W-What?
Jaune: Pick it up.
Acheius: Why…?
Jaune: You don’t think I can become a, Huntsman. I think I can. So, pick up that sword, and prove me wrong…
Jeanne: Damn… Is this how you made a harem…? By being so intense it’s hot!!!
Jaune: Shut up, Jeanne.
Acheius: Why… Why are you doing this, Jaune! Why do you want to become a Huntsman?!
Jaune: …
Jaune: I want to be the hero; I want to save the day, save the girl from the creatures of the darkness. Be the knight in shining armour in the stories, Mom told us when she tucked us in at night. I want to be the hero, simple as that.
Acheius: What?! Do you have any idea that…?!
Jaune: That the story of happily ever after isn’t true? That the hero is betrayed by the people they chose to protect? That sometimes the hero loses? That the story of a hero is a lie? I know that dad. But, I don’t need to be the worlds hero, or something as spectacular as that; I just need to be one person’s hero. That’s enough for me.
Jeanne: Caring, courageous, and selfless too… Gods if you weren’t my brother…
Jaune: Shut. Up. Jeanne…
Jeanne: Right, sorry…
Acheius: No! I won’t it! I won’t allow you to become a, Huntsman!
Jaune: Then you better cripple me because no matter what you say nothing is going to stop me!
Acheius: If that’s what it takes, so be it…
Juniper: ENOUGH! Enough! Enough…
Jaune: Mom?
Acheius: Juniper?
Juniper: Acheuis… He’s an, Arc… Just telling him you won’t allow him to train, just because you said so, won’t stop him from training. Just because my dad said no, didn’t stop you from marrying me now did it.
Acheius: This is not the same! Becoming a, Huntsmen is…
Juniper: We are both, Hunter’s, Achi. We both come from a legacy of hunters, a legacy that our children wish to carry on. So if you don’t want, Jaune to become a, Huntsman. You have to tell him the true reason you don’t want him to train. You have to tell them about him.
Acheius: But…! They’re just kids!
Juniper: And, they deserve to know. They’re old enough to know, and understand why you don’t want, Jaune, just, Jaune not, Jeanne to become a Huntsman. Because if you don’t you’re going to push, Jaune away even further than you already have.
Acheius: …
Acheius: Haa… Jeanne, Jaune, get your siblings; We’ll talk more when we’re all in the living room…
Jeanne: Okay…
Acheius: Come on, Juniper… Let’s get ready…
Juniper: It will be better when we tell them, dear, it will.
Jeanne: …
Jaune: …
Jeanne: What the hell was that about?
Jaune: I don’t know, but whatever it was, wasn’t good… Come on, lets get the others; we have a history lesson to attend to.
Jeanne: Alright then…
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I have to cut a ton of the second chapter of my time travel fix-it fic because it resolves the emotional issues too soon but I'm mad about it so I'm gonna post most of the cut stuff here
Bal is quiet for a long moment. Then he says, “In that case, do you think you can tell me what happened? In your version?”
A part of Ambrosius knew he was going to have to do this. If this is some sort of chance to atone, an opportunity for redemption, like in the novel series that was popular when his parents were kids and that Ballister had found battered copies of one harsh winter, it has to include acknowledging what he did wrong, telling Ballister the whole sorry tale and doing whatever penance he decides is necessary. Maybe that’s what he was doing wrong before. They haven’t talked about any of it, Ballister doesn’t seem to want to, but maybe what he’d told himself was respecting boundaries was actually cowardice. And Ambrosius Goldenloin isn’t a coward.
So he tells Bal all of it. Every detail he can remember. Everything he did or didn’t do. He doesn’t linger on his mistakes, but neither does he leave them out. They were trained in mission reports, so that’s how he formats it, a neat outline of actions, reactions, and consequences. It isn’t enough, he knows, but it’s a start. Bal doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t ask for clarification. He barely seems surprised, though of course Ambrosius babbled out the worst parts this morning.
When it’s over, Ambrosius watches Bal carefully for the anger he’s been waiting for since he and Bal fell through that arena floor. Or maybe since the first day they met all those years ago. For Bal to look at what he’s done, look him in the eye, and tell him he isn’t enough.
Bal doesn’t do that. He’s still holding Ambrosius’s hand in his. He lifts it to his lips. Then he says, lips still pressed against his knuckles, “Why did you think I would have killed the Queen?” He shakes his head quickly. “Not in the moment, you were just reacting to a threat. But afterwards.”
Ambrosius says, quiet. “I don’t think that was the right way to react to a threat.” It’s not what Bal is asking. He’s asking the big question, the one that goes to the heart of the problems between them, and Ambrosius is going to have to come up with an answer for it. But he’s had a lot of time to think, lying awake in his lonely bed, and he thinks this is maybe a deeper question, the rot at the heart of the Institute. Maybe the heart of the whole kingdom.
This Bal has only just heard the whole story. He didn’t watch the damage the knights did to the city trying to stop Nimona. He didn’t hold Nimona on the tip of that giant golden sword only to see her die to defend that same city from the woman who was sworn to protect it. He hasn’t been beyond the Wall. And, to be fair, that isn’t a good answer to the question he’d asked. So he says, a little hurt in his voice, “Ambrosius. You know me. Why would you think I would do that?”
And Ambrosius, despite having known this was coming for months, doesn’t have a good answer. So he says, shame hot in his veins and thick in his throat, “I shouldn’t have. I should have known you wouldn’t. You were the best of all of us - all the knights - not just at the stuff we studied but at being a knight. We were supposed to be brave and honorable because it’s in our blood, but I knew that was bullshit! I’ve met Todd! And you were brave and honorable - you still are. Even after everything. And I - I knew that. I knew that,” he says again, quieter.
They aren’t facing each other. They’re between a tree and the boulder, looking out over what used to be the clearing around the tower, before the forest started creeping back in. Ambrosius doesn’t think he could say any of this if he had to look Ballister in the eye.
Ballister still hasn’t let go of his hand, though he’s let their joined hands fall into his lap. The hurt is gone from his voice, but it’s been replaced by steel when he says, “If you knew that, then why didn’t you believe me?”
“Because I saw it!” His voice has gotten too loud again, but there’s nothing nearby to startle. “I saw you kill her, or I thought I did. And then you ran off, and everyone was acting like they’d known all along you were a traitor. Like they were justified for treating you the way they did,” he spits out. There’s a prickle behind his eyes but he isn’t going to cry, not this time. This is what the earlier hysteria was for. “And I’d always thought I was the only one who got to see the real you, but what if that wasn’t true at all? What if you’d just created a different persona, designed just to draw me in?” He has to swallow around a lump, but he isn’t going to cry. “I’d thought I was so lucky, to get to be with you, for you to put up with all my - my shit. Doesn’t it make more sense? For you to have some other agenda? For me to just be - be duped.” He pauses to take a couple of long, slow breaths, but when Ballister opens his mouth Ambrosius shakes his head. “I couldn’t trust myself. I couldn’t trust my own judgment. I couldn’t be sure that loving you hadn’t made me blind. So I trusted the Director and - and fucking Todd - instead, and I’m so - so - sorry for that.”
Ballister’s grip has been tightening around his hand, as if he thinks Ambrosius is going to run off, unable to face the consequences of his actions. But his voice is calm when he asks, “Have you told the other me - the future me - that?”
Ambrosius swallows another lump and shakes his head. “I knew I’d have to at some point, but you never brought it up and -” he huffs a laugh that isn’t a laugh, “- I guess my blood really doesn’t mean I’m brave.”
Ballister scoffs, then uses his bandaged hand to tilt Ambrosius’s head so he can meet his eyes. They’re not hard and cold, like he’d been expecting. They’re sad, which is maybe worse. “You are brave,” he says, then, “Thank you for telling me. If - when you get back to where you came from, you should say all that to the other me. I think it will help.”
#nimona#my writing#i may be able to reuse some of this but i'm mad anyway#i gave them too much emotional intelligence#and bal deserves to be at least a little mad
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To Cry for the Moon (Moon Knight x Female Eternal!Reader)
Author's Note: I do not have dissociative identity disorder (DID) This is a fictional depiction of DID & characters are based on the Marvel/Disney's Moon Knight series. I own nothing. Title will be updated once I figure that out. This is my first attempt at Reader Insert. I've been thinking about branching into them for a while and I stumbled across this idea by @jupitersmoon167 (the original post I saw is here!) So the idea, some future dialog and honestly I've leaned so hard onto @jupitersmoon167 I'm putting the @ in here again.
Minors DNI
So as it goes, Y/N = your name, e/c = eye color. Y/N/N = Your Nickname. Reader pronouns She/Her. Story is 3rd person POV.
Tag Requests are Open just message me.
Primary Pairing: Steven Grant x Eternal!Reader, Marc Spector x Eternal!Reader, Khonshu x Ma'at!Reader (It'll make sense eventually)
Word Count: 800+
Part 1 of a new WIP Series.
Series Masterlist
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10
Series may not be totally linear story telling (not this part but in the future), but time periods will be included when it comes up.
Critical Need to Know Information:
Reader is Ma'at (also spelled Maat), Ancient Egyptian Goddess of Truth, Justice, Balance, and Cosmic Order. As an Eternal!Reader has armor of rich earthy green tones with gold etching and accents. Golden energy wings form from the armor that gives the reader flight but, like with both Moon Knight & Scarlet Scarab allows her to protect others. Also creates feather-like projectiles that act more like knives than feathers. Reader is hired as a translator and tour guide at the British Museum and stays with Sersi and Sprite. Her coworkers joke about her likeness to the deity. A fact that Sprite finds absolutely hilarious.
Sprite gives reader a hard time because despite the short life span of domestic animals they usually kept either a cat: Egyptian Mau/Nile Valley Egyptian Cats/an Abyssian once in England and/or dog: Saluki/pharaoh hound/Thebes Land dog aka Baladi Street dog. Cat named Bas, after Bastet (Baast, Baset) the goddess. Dog named Noob, after Anubis because why not. Sprite would find it hilarious a bird goddess has a cat. LOL Like can you imagine Kingo or Sprite making a Bond/Dr. Evil villain reference and Reader just says they're jealous because they weren’t worshiped alongside such stunning/devoted animals. I use Bas the cat in this a bit so far. Just bear with me, it is a WIP. Now on to why you are really hear.
Part 1: The Meet Cute
Y/N always loves visiting the museum gift shop. She loves to see how commercially, and somewhat comedically, the designers of toys and trinkets depict her team and her fellow deities. She enjoys watching how Sprite's illustrious stories have become storybooks, animated tales, and all for purchase at the quaint gift shop. She is so engrossed in a new set of bookends when she accidentally bumps into Steven as he stocks the newest Ancient Egyptian-themed keychains on an endcap.
“I am so sorry,” Steven starts to apologize. “I should have-”
“Oh no, it’s my fault,” Y/N assures him and checks his nametag. “Forgive me, Steven. I…I get unusually single-minded when I hear there are new items.” She gently sets the eye of Horus keychain that he had dropped when she bumped into him on its designated hook alongside the matching ones.
Steven’s brows go up as he takes in her accent. “Forgive me if this is rude but your accent…”
Y/N chuckles. “You can take the girl from the Nile, but you can’t take the Nile out of the girl.” Steven took a better look at her e/c eyes and tanned face. His eyes follow to the gold chain and finds it leads to a golden feather that rests beside her collarbone.
He looks back to find her eyebrow raised. His face tinting red at being caught staring. “I like your necklace, is that-”
“The Feather of Truth,” she finish for him. Her fingers brushing the symbol.
“A fan of Ma’at,” he attempts to recover.
“Something like that,” she quietly laughs and smiles. Steven felt like he’d missed something, or that there was a joke he wasn’t in on.
“Check her arms,” Marc says from the reflection in one of the shiny keychains.
Steven gives a slight nod and briefly scans what he can see of her arms. Missing the momentary amused look at how he had to turn his head to try and see the arm nearest him and failed. He quickly comes up with an idea. He moves further down the aisle. She turns to follow his movements.
“So I’m sure you already have these,” Steven says as he holds up a magnet with a photo of the winged goddess on a temple wall in one hand and a more ornate golden one with the depiction of said goddess in the other.
“I have that one,” she nods, “but the gold one is new.” She spoke, reaching out for the shiny magnet, unknowingly giving him a better look at her arms. Y/N misses the way his shoulders relax and the minute shake of his head at his own reflection in a nearby display case as she takes in the details of the object in her hands. “You found my weakness.”
“Magnets?” Steven asks, earning a true laugh from her.
“Beautiful things,” she says with a wink.
Marc stifles a laugh from the reflection of the case. Before Steven can try and respond he is stopped by Donna shouting.
“Steven! Stop bothering the actual tour guides,” Donna scolds him. “Get back to work.” Making Steven flinch and Y/N frown.
“Sorry,” Steven starts again.
“No need to apologize,” the eternal grinned, smiling softly at the sweet man before her, and nodding towards the register.
“Yes, of course,” Steven nods.
“Oh, I assure you,” the former goddess states as she addresses Donna. “He was helping me find the newest trinket for my collection.” She lets just a bit of the authoritative look that she had spent centuries perfecting and using as she judged the hearts of humanity. Her gaze firm set on Donna as she spoke. “Or is that not part of his job?” Y/N tilts her head slightly and raises an eyebrow, a challenge. A move that would always earn an eye roll from her fellow Eternals.
“It is but-” Donna started.
“Well, then he did his job wonderfully,” Y/N says, turning her attention back to Steven who has just been watching the entire conversation unfold. She holds the magnet out for him and he seems to shake himself and ring it up. He thanks her as he accepts the cash she hands him. “Thank you, Steven, your assistance was greatly appreciated.” She says as he hands her the bagged item. “You’ll have to let me know when you get anything new in.” With one last smile at Steven, and a stern look at Donna as she passes her on the way out of the shop.
Donna huffs. “Flirt on your own time, now finish stocking.”
He nods as she disappears into the stock room. He can hear Marc laugh from the reflection of the glass top. “Oh don't you start,” Steven tells the reflected alter.
“A magnet, really?” Marc grins. “A bombshell that actually likes this crap, and you get her a magnet. And still made her buy it.”
“Donna was right there,” Steven says. “I cannot go giving out free items to just anyone.”
“Not anyone, a coworker that winked at you. Steven, she winked and laughed. And-”
“And I need to get back to work,” Steven mumbled as Donna walked back out.
#Reader Insert#Marvel Reader Insert#Eternals Reader#Eternals!Reader#Moon Knight x Reader#Moon Knight Reader Insert#Marc Spector x reader#Marc Spector x y/n#Steven Grant x Reader#Steven Grant x y/n#Female Reader#Marc Spector x Female!Reader#Steven Grant x Female!Reader#Female Eternal Reader#trying to tag as much as possible so people can block or track what they want#do I suck at this maybe but i am trying#To Cry for the Moon fic
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AnS Vol 19 Drama CD: "Colorful Stories" Translation
I've always wanted to know what Hisame's voice sounded like, so I'm super thrilled he appears in some AnS Drama CD tracks. There's a track in the Volume 19 Drama CD which features Hisame having dinner with Shirayuki and Obi and sharing stories about Mitsuhide, Zen, and Kiki. This doesn't have an English translation, so I made one myself. The scene is set somewhere between Ch 88 and 89.
Follow along and read the translation under the cut!
Vol 19 Drama CD: Colorful Stories
Hisame: Sakurai Takahiro
Obi: Okamoto Nobuhiko
Shirayuki: Hayami Saori
Kiki: Nazuka Kaori
Mitsuhide: Umehara Yuuichirou
Zen: Oosaka Ryouta
Listen to audio here
Hisame’s VA says the title of the Drama CD track: Colorful stories.
Obi: Sorry to keep you waiting, young miss.
Shirayuki: Good work today, Obi!
Obi: Are you alone? Where’s Higata-san?
Shirayuki: Looks like he left early today because he wasn’t around when I left.
Obi: I see, well, let's go to the dining hall, it's not crowded now, is it?
Shirayuki: Yeah, it’s still early.
??: Young miss.
Shirayuki: Did you call me, Obi?
Obi: No that wasn’t me just now. From behind us?
Obi and Shirayuki: Oh!
Hisame: Hey. Remember me? It’s been a while, but we met at a soirée.
Shirayuki: Vice Captain of the Sereg Knights!
Hisame: Yes, I’m the Vice-Captain.
Shirayuki: Hisame-san, right? Thank you for your help last time.
Hisame: Not at all. I’m happy to see you again.
*Shirayuki makes flustered noise*
Hisame: Obi-dono, you were with the young miss too, were you?
Obi: It’s almost time for us to return to Lilias soon though.
Hisame: We’re also going to head back to Sereg soon. Have his Highness and Kiki-dono started their time off yet?
Obi: Not until tomorrow, I think.
Hisame: Well then, Obi-dono and the young miss. May I join you?
Shirayuki and Obi: Eh?
Hisame: For dinner, that is.
--
*door opens*
Kiki: Zen, I just received a message from Obi.
Zen: From Obi? Didn’t he go to dinner?
Kiki: Well, he went all right.
Zen: What’s going on? What’s with your troubled tone? Don’t tell me he’s joking about tonight’s menu being my favorite dish or something.
Kiki: Well, if that’s the case, I won’t tell you. Do you want to know, Mitsuhide?
Mitsuhide: Eh? Why me?
Zen: I would just forget it if I were you.
Mitsuhide: I think you’re right.
Kiki: I’m having dinner with the young miss and the Vice-Captain, is what he said.
Zen and Mitsuhide: What?!
Mitsuhide: Which Vice-Captain? From the Sereg Knights?
Kiki: That’s right, it’s who you’re thinking of.
Zen: Hisame-dono, Shirayuki, and Obi are having dinner together?
Kiki: Yeah.
Zen: Why?
Kiki: I don’t know.
Zen: Is there more to the message?
Kiki: That’s it.
Zen: That Obi…!
Mitsuhide: Wait. This is bad. Shirayuki isn’t a problem. But putting Obi, who likes to ask unnecessary questions just for fun, together with Hisame-dono who likes to talk about unnecessary things just for fun…
Zen: Maybe we should rescue Shirayuki.
Kiki: I’m sure Shirayuki can handle Obi if she needs to. We can ask her later what stories were shared.
Mitsuhide: It’ll be a crisis by then.
Kiki: I’ve established a good relationship with Hisame-dono so it’s not a problem for me.
Mitsuhide: Huh?
Zen: Ah, is that how it is? I’m okay too then.
Kiki: I’m not particularly bothered with them talking about me in the first place.
Mitsuhide: Then, do you mean…?
Zen: I don’t know why but Mitsuhide has had the most dealings with Hisame. So, there’s a lot more tales to recount.
Mitsuhide: I’m being abandoned, huh?
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*sounds of chatter and dining*
Hisame: Well then, let’s eat.
Obi: Is it okay that we’re eating in the dining hall?
Hisame: Yeah. Since I arrived at the royal castle, there hasn’t been a single meal in which I haven’t had to watch myself.
Obi: Watch yourself, huh?
Hisame: Seems like you know what I’m talking about.
Obi: Haha, not at all. Come to think of it, I think you and His Highness talk pretty casually. You’ve known each other for a long time.
Hisame: We were halfway through our teens when we were properly introduced.
Obi: Is that a concrete time, or an estimate?
Shirayuki: When you say “we”, you mean…
Hisame: Myself, his Highness Zen, Kiki-dono, and his other close aide.
Shirayuki: Close aide…? You mean Mitsuhide-san?
Hisame: Yes, his close aide Mitsuhide-san.
Obi (to himself): Oooh, I’m getting more and more curious by the minute. About this guy and Mister Mitsuhide’s relationship.
Shirayuki (to herself): I wonder if he and Mitsuhide-san are fighting?
Hisame: It was a time when Mitsuhide-dono was still not very good at soirees and banquets, hiding in the shadows to avoid becoming a target of curiosity for the ladies.
*Obi spits out laughing*
Shirayuki: Obi?!
Obi: *cracking up* That’s not hard to imagine. I mean, *sobers up* what an interesting story.
Hisame: His Highness Zen was still growing at the time. If I show you using this table… from here *moves glass* to here, about that tall, I think.
Obi: Ehhhh. Now that would have been nice to see, wouldn’t it, young miss?
Shirayuki: Definitely! I was about that tall around that time too, I think.
Obi: Oh, then I would like to see that too!
Hisame: You have also known each other a while, right?
Shirayuki: Yes. But when we met, I was still the same height as I am now.
Hisame: I see.
Shirayuki: Mitsuhide-san was also part of the Sereg Knights’ Circle, wasn’t he?
Obi: Yes, yes, that’s what I heard.
Shirayuki: Did it coincide with your time there, Hisame-san?
Hisame: No, I joined after Mitsuhide-dono had already left for the castle.
Obi: Why the Sereg Knights in particular?
Hisame: Interested?
Obi: Yes, please!
Hisame: Because I didn’t want to lose my ties with them.
Shirayuki: Ties?
Hisame: I didn’t used to get along with those three.
Shirayuki and Obi: Hm?
Hisame: After our first meeting, it seemed clear that we wouldn’t get along. I was determined to remember them with bitterness. But then I thought that it wouldn’t be worth holding a grudge if they forgot about me. I was in need for a chance of pace anyway, so I deliberately put myself in a place where they were likely to see me on a regular basis.
Obi: Damn~~
Obi (to himself): How serious is this guy being right now?
Shirayuki (to herself): Is it even okay for me to listen to this story?
Shirayuki: Are you all friends now?
Hisame: We are. We still fight a lot.
Shirayuki: They say the more you fight, the better you get along.
Hisame: That’s right. Do you have someone to fight with too, young miss?
Shirayuki: Eh?! I don’t have a fighting partner. If it’s a partner that you fight with, that is.
Hisame: That’s fine.
Obi: It's true that Mister Mitsuhide came back home in a bad mood when he went to Sereg. I wonder if it’s because he had a fight with Hisame-dono.
Hisame: Heh, when was that, I wonder. Was it that time? Some time ago, the room key for Kiki-dono’s usual room at the base had broken and I put Kiki-dono in Mitsuhide-dono’s room-
Obi: AHHH!
Shirayuki: Ahh! What’s wrong Obi?!
Obi: I just thought I definitely don’t need to hear that.
Hisame: Is that so?
Obi: I wouldn’t know what to say if they learned that I had heard about it.
Hisame: I wish it were that interesting of a story. What do you think Mitsuhide-dono did when the two of them were about to sleep in the same room?
Obi: *exclaims* Young miss! Your ears, cover your ears!
Shirayuki: Huh?!
Hisame: *calmly* Your soup is about to flip over, you know.
Obi: *takes a deep breath* Anyway, let’s talk about something else for now.
--some time passes--
Shirayuki: Ahh~ I’m so full.
Obi: Right? *under his breath* I could barely taste it in the beginning though…
Hisame: Well then, I’m off to make plans for the day after tomorrow. Thank you for letting me take up your precious time, Obi-dono, young miss.
Shirayuki: Um, Hisame-san. About my-
Hisame: Oh, were you perhaps about to tell me your name?
Shirayuki: Yes.
Hisame: Don’t worry, I know it. I remember from the soiree. I heard Obi-dono call you young miss earlier and I was just imitating him.
Shirayuki: Ohh, so that’s how it is.
Hisame: I won’t use that nickname again, so you can rest assured, Obi-dono.
*Obi laughs a bit forcefully*
Hisame: Incidentally, using a person’s name at the end of your time with them appears to be an effective tactic to make them want to see you again. So, feel free to use that tactic whenever you like… Shirayuki-dono.
Shirayuki: ?! *makes flustered noise*
Hisame: Well then, may we meet again somewhere.
*Hisame walks away*
Obi: *heaves a long sigh* I think I can sort of understand what Mister Mitsuhide has to go through now.
Shirayuki: *small sigh*
Obi: Hm? Young miss?
Shirayuki: *startled noise*
Shirayuki: I couldn’t help but watch Hisame-san as he walked away.
Obi: Do you want to meet him again?
Shirayuki: I think so. But the way he said my name at the end, it was kind of… scary.
Obi: I understand.
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*approaching footsteps*
Kiki: Good evening, Hisame-dono.
Hisame: Hello, Kiki-dono, Mitsuhide-dono.
Kiki: Did you enjoy dinner?
Hisame: News reaches you fast. I had fun. We talked about the time I joined the Sereg Knights’ Circle.
Mitsuhide: *deep sigh*
Hisame: We talked about you too, Mitsuhide-dono.
Mitsuhide: Like what?
Hisame: Oh, various things. Are there stories that you would rather not share?
Mitsuhide: There are always ways to tell them…
Hisame: What about that time the room key broke?
Mitsuhide: You told them?!
Hisame: No?
Mitsuhide: Oh, what? Don’t scare me like that then, Hisame-dono.
Hisame: Obi-dono and Shirayuki-dono voluntarily covered their ears.
Mitsuhide: You tried to tell them, didn’t you?
Hisame: I’m happy to hang out with you two if you wish to reminisce about the past.
Kiki: Yeah. Mitsuhide and I will also be heading to Sereg the day after tomorrow.
Hisame: Us too. Well then, should we depart at nine in the morning that day? Kiki-dono. Mitsuhide-dono.
Kiki and Mitsuhide: Understood, Hisame-dono.
#akagami no shirayukihime#snow white with the red hair#hisame lugis#shirayuki#obi#kiki seiran#mitsuhide lowen#zen wisteria#drama cd
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Proud of, Tag Game
Thank you so much for the Tag, @pluttskutt (here)!
Rules: Post a snippet you’ve written that you’re proud of and tag 5 people
This is a long one, my folks! But oh, boy am I proud of it. We have here a duel scene in our hands and a bit of revenge (Rylisan's gets justice against his friend who betrayed him) (:
✨Spoilers for the first draft of Tales of Wilted Flowers below the cut.✨
Masquerade -
"Enough, Kallas." Rylisan declares, standing firmly between his brother and the sorry excuse for a knight. He leveled his sword, the diamonds of his mask glimmering in the room's light.
The past years' worth of pain boiled into the freezing rage that seeped into his words right now, echoing over the busy ballroom. Shocked gasps and hushed murmurs buzzed at the sight of the weapon, but Rylisan paid them no heed.
Kallas chuckled darkly, reaching for his rapier with smug confidence, almost careless, tilting his head.
"Truly? And what right does an outsider have to tell me what to do?"
"You'll find out soon enough." The elf answered through gritted teeth, satisfied with his rival's inability to recognize him. They circled each other now, weapons ready, like dire wolves in the snow.
The crowd slowly parted away from them in a large circle. From the corner of his eye, Rylisan worriedly watched his frail older brother scramble to get up, before focusing back on the fight about to start.
"Oh, so you're a proud one! I'd usually have the guards make you regret this insolence, but I'm in the mood to have some fun. I accept your challenge!"
At that, the knight lunged, aiming the tip of his blade at Rylisan's heart, a move the other sidestepped gracefully and swiftly, parrying the blow. Kallas glared through the raven feathers of his mask, earning a sharp smirk from Rylisan, who pushed him back.
Kallas remained the same brutal, but predictable, fighter he'd always been, and though Rylisan didn't have nearly the same raw strength, he made up for it in agility, dancing through Kallas' every devastating blow with effortless ease. After a while, he could see frustration piling up behind the other's eyes - good.
Rylisan jumped away from a stab at his side at the last second, and with a swirl, landed a strike of his own, the tip of his sword ripping at the other's cheekbone, drawing blood and sending Kallas' mask flying.
There was a collective gasp, and Rylisan stepped away with grace, admiring as his rival froze in anger. Kallas reached for the cut with outrage, and Rylisan quipped, mocking "What was it about you making me regret this, again?"
Kallas growled, blood plastered on his pearl white robes as he glared up, a truly wild look twisting his features. His knuckles turned marble white on the hilt of his blade.
"I'll kill you for this. I'll kill you and mount your head on a pike, you insolent wretch!"
The man shouted in blind fury, losing his fake composure as he swung at Rylisan. The younger elf blocked it, though with no lack of difficulty, answering his opponent coldly. "I highly doubt that".
Now that Kallas was all riled up, he'd be exactly where Rylisan wanted him - reckless. He could feel it, as Kallas placed all his weight on his flurry of attacks, which became increasingly difficult for Rylisan to dodge but would eventually cost Kallas valuable energy.
It was a a game of waiting, now. Bidding his time, and surviving, until Kallas would become more and more exhausted, less focused on where his strikes would land. Both were equally matched, on different talents, and as the duel dragged on, the ballroom remained in suspended silence, except for the clank of sword against sword.
Eventually, steel met marble with a scraping shriek, as one of Kallas' more lucky strikes broke through Rylisan's carefully crafted guard, the blade cutting through the side of his leg.
Rylisan cried out, and the nobleman smiled, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as he yanked the sword from the stone to try and strike again. But Rylisan was faster, having moved out of the way a second sooner. Kallas' rapier met nothing but empty air, causing him to stumble, exhaustion catching up to him.
And that was all the chance Rylisan needed.
He struck like a viper, in the blink of an eye, slashing at his opponent's exposed side, surgically - Rylisan wanted a cut deep enough to make him suffer for all the pain and betrayal he'd put him through, but he also needed Kallas alive for now. Fortunately for his rival, Rylisan still held on to a knight's code of honor.
The other elf screamed in fresh agony as Rylisan's strike landed, his rapier clattering with an accusing thud before Kallas himself fell to the ground.
Rylisan stood there, not saying a word. He only watched, unreadable, as his worst, most loathed enemy crumpled at his feet.
Kallas keened, hands grasping at the open wound, but still glancing up at the young man with burning disdain, though now tainted by the edges of fear. "... Who are you? I demand to know!"
He was still as haughty as ever. Still just as fake. Kallas would never dare admit defeat in front of his adoring followers, much less other nobility, who were all gathered there, spectators of the grandiose show that would stage his very downfall. Rylisan limped slightly as he moved closer to his rival.
"You know me." His voice was impassive, nearly emotionless, but he couldn't help but betray the hatred behind it. "Just as you know exactly what you did, what you stole, don't you?"
He tapped the insignia upon the other's bloodstained robes with the tip of his sword, leaning down towards Kallas, their eyes truly meeting for the first time. The nobleman's face suddenly twisted, scanning the other's merciless, strangely familiar eyes.
"No, no - It can't be." He shook his head, a desperate laugh to his voice as disbelief morphed into pure dread, face as pale as the marble underneath him. Rylisan narrowed his eyes.
"So, you do remember me." He pulled the other up by the collar of his robes, placing his sword's edge at Kallas' neck. "Say my name, and tell them what you did."
Kallas scrambled for an excuse, powerless now that the tables had turned, spitting out the words. "You're still the same lowborn vermin as you were back then."
Rylisan shook his head, pressing his sword against Kallas' throat, cutting a thin line of blood, before releasing him onto the floor. "That's not what I asked." He reached up with his freed hand, sword still aimed at his rival, silky blond hair framing his face as he slowly pulled away the diamond-encrusted mask, and threw it away.
The room erupted into hushed chaos. In the absence of the mask, he was the ghost Kallas thought he would never have to deal with again. And now here he stood in the royal ballroom once more.
"Tell them the truth."
And cliffhanger! Tagging (gently): @memento-morri-writes, @meerawrites, @oh-no-another-idea, @little-peril-stories and @tabswrites
#wip: tales of wilted flowers#my wips#proud of tag game#tag games! (:#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writerblr#character writing#my characters#my writing#writing#writers#fantasy writing
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hello, darling mermsy!! i’m back, yet again, with another brainrot proposal for you — but this time for our blasty boy!
we’ve heard of dekules, but are we ready for bakushang? shangkugo? (basically just katsuki as li shang, i’m realising only now that there’s no easy way to merge their names together <//3) they’re both tall, dark, brooding, but are soft and caring if you get through to them deep enough. our courageous, troublemaking Y/N and the newly appointed captain of the emperor’s army, bakugo katsuki! what a perfect match!!
i believe this isn’t by any means an original idea!! i know andy has a fic about this (it’s absolutely incredible, melted my brain just three chapters in) if u haven’t already read it!!! just wanted to get your take on this if u haven’t already done one yet, bc i recently rewatched the 1998 mulan and had the lightbulb to word vomit about this to you!!!
hansy!!! my love!!! i’m sorry, i meant to slip into your inbox to wish you well/ask how your exams went—are you free from the perils of schoolwork, yet??? you’re so clever, i bet you did well. 🥺🍀
but okay let’s play, LOL. War Paint was one of the very first BNHA x Reader fics I ever read so I will always be fiercely loyal to it!!! Saying that, and I mean this with nothing but absolute love Andy, DONT @ ME, but reading War Paint gave me less Mulan vibes and more Song of the Lionness ones.
(Simplifying it—really simplifying it—a girl pretends to be her twin brother so she can train as a knight! There’s lots of magic and even some romance and Tamora Pierce has been one of my favourite authors since I was a kid!)
I think it has to do with the fact that War Paint is focused on barrack/training/castle life and the subplot with the thief—whereas when I think of Mulan, I think of war.
Mulan is one of my favourite 🅱️isney movies!!! I first saw it when my primary school had a fundraiser—they set up a projector and screened Mulan and I very distinctly remember being overwhelmingly excited as the opening credits started (I nearly choked on my red twists/twizzlers) and my Dad telling me I had to be quiet LOL. If I had to make a graphic showcasing all the fundamental pieces of media to both my personality and who I became as a person, Mulan would be centre of it. 🥹
(PSA: true to your heart is a bop and has been in my liked songs on spotty ever since i’ve had an account!)
Tbh, I’d never seriously tackle a Mulan-inspired fic just out of respect for Andie Trousers Multipled by Several, but if I did, I would absolutely play hard into the war angle LOL. Maybe even indulge in some war crimes!!! You know that scene where they finally make it to the village in the pass and it’s been burnt to the ground? Yeah. Yeah. 😌 I think we can ramp that up. Have our Reader and Captain Bakugou & Co engage in some Revenge War Crimes. People are bastards in wars already, without feeling justified about it. I was literally just watching a documentary the other week about some Aussie soldier who’s facing trial (has faced trial?) for being an absolute cunt—one of his lighter cruelties involved him shooting a family’s tied-up dog as he searched their home, so take that, take the power people feel like they have when you give them a weapon and a uniform, and then put them in front of a massacred village and see what happens next. 🔪
And idk id guess there’d be a romance in there somewhere too. 💀💀💀💀 tbh im more interested in the war tho LOL. (BECAUSE!!!! LISTEN!!! i like a challenge!!!!!!!! And I think trying to fic-ify an AU that dovetails closely to the (🅱️isney) Mulan tale brings up a lot of interesting questions when it comes to world-building, and like what you need to avoid/honour, especially if you’re borrowing from an actual, real world culture for it. The Mulan legend is Chinese, for starters—and My Hero has a Japanese cast written by a Japanese man. So, okay, maybe to simplify things for ourselves we Fantasy-AU it—but then do we eurocentric the world around them, to play it safe? Is that less playing it safe and more whitewashing? My Hero being Japanese informs the canon characters, which are traits that spill over into our fanon. Traits that we love! So is it a disservice to them to strip them of it, just so we can play War? Does this stripping make it worse when we bring in atrocities like slain villagers, and revenge acts? Do we honour canon by letting them keep their Quirks? How badly does that ramp up things then???? Like, idk, I could literally bang on about this for hours (and have, in the group chat LMAO im sorry besties 😭))
This is literally too much overthinking for your ask, Hansy, I’m sorry. 😭 ITS IMPORTANT THO. Because the world around them informs our characters!!!! So pretending we sort all that out, now we have our upstart, hot-as-shit Captain Bakugou, who has idolised General Toshinori for years now—and he’s out to prove he can train the best of them!!! Except he’s working with like, farm boys! Gutter-rats, given the choice of this or execution! Maybe there’s a cohort of like, genuine scrappers, but Captain Baku here has deliberately been given the bottom of the conscript list: this is a test. And I!! Personally!!! Think that should make him an utter bastard when dealing with our Reader!!! I think in canon, Bakugou is like, learning that people need more than to be told “u suck, do better” so I like to believe Captain Bakugou would try—maybe he and his lil friends learnt hard in a trial by fire when they were kids, during the First War—so he’s earnt this leadership role. But he’s used to fighting with peers! Peers that knew what they were doing! And now he has to oversee the training of like, the most inept civilians he’s ever witnessed! I think we could justify him losing his cool—specifically with our Reader. 😌
A Reader who doesn’t take it!!! I’ve always liked that in 🅱️isney’s Mulan, she does it for her father. So I’d give that same motivation to our Reader—a tomboy who’s always been better at giving the village boys a run for their money in their little games, who’s always wanted to go and play with them when they roughhouse. Maybe to make things more interesting, we introduce a fiancé—one of those same village boys! They grow up together, have an arranged match. Maybe he’s genuinely kind, in love with Reader whereas Reader’s just kinda like, ho-hum—but then the War pt. 2 rolls in, and he’s swept off in the first round of conscription (so that there’s no one left to volunteer in Reader’s place for her dad, in the next round!).
Oh. You know what? We could ramp up that massacred village scene by making his platoon or whatever they’re called the ones that were stationed there—so Reader finds fiancé’s helmet!!!!! And then she’s all like, omg, 😧. And then she could tie it to her saddlebags and eventually bring it home to his folks. 🥺
(Reader and Bakugou could prop themselves up in their grief, maybe? Because I know in the film the stationed army is overseen by Li Shang’s father, right? So maybe in this version it’s like, idk, Jeanist or Edgeshot or something. Maybe Endeavour? Less because I think Bakugou would be cut up about it, and more because that means we could throw Todoroki in there as well, like, presumed dead (and then he’s NOT because I know Andy would have my head if I killed off her Special Angel Man in a fic!!!), but then that means in the meantime that Bakugou can mourn one of his besties (and they are besties!!!)).
I don’t want a dumbass Bakugou, either, so I think we’d have to follow Andy’s lead and have our Captain clue in early-on that Reader has been lying about their identity. And Bakugou just admires tenacity so he’s less like omg my gendernorms are being called into question and more like FUCK why won’t this useless extra get better at FIGHTING??? That could also maybe make any romantic moments kinda interesting—Reader could have this whole internal thing of, oh my God, he doesn’t know the truth, I’m terrible, is he going to be embarrassed when he finds out??? And then you have the actual reveal—someone else making the discovery, and wanting Reader executed for it, and then Bakugou’s refusal to do so is less a begrudging “you saved my life, and now my debt is paid” and more a silent confession of his feelings!!!!
I just—there’s so much you could do!! There’s so much you could do with all of that!!! Urk!!!! I wanna rip into it with my TEETH. I just—aJFDLKSFJLKSDFJLdmfhfskdmhj.
#ofmermaidstories-asks#hansluv: one last hope (and it’s you) 🏺🌷✨#tw: animal cruelty#tw: war#tw: death#mermaids drag people underwater: dark content
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