#{ May the wind carry our stories. } drabble

[steel--fairy]

drabble -- mermaid au part 5

on ao3. this is actually the last bit i have written for the mer au. so. may be a while until there's any more. also, more rambly notes for once at the end of this post : )

“So, how do mer keep Pokemon around? If you even do. I shouldn’t presume anything.”

Steven hummed as they headed deeper into Shoal Cave. While Darius was needed to allow Steven to get around, it did have the unfortunate side effect of scaring off most other Pokemon. His dear Swampert cut an intimidating figure, even if he was as friendly as could be. Wallace had seen a few Snorunt hiding as they made their way through. Not great, but Spheal were notoriously friendly. It was likely they wouldn’t run whenever they found a herd.

“As friends, you mean?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Two just decide to be friends and stick to each other’s side.”

Not very exciting, but to be expected given Steven had never seen a Poke Ball before.

“That’s how it was for most of our history as well. Then Poke Balls came along, and you could suddenly have Pokemon anywhere you went, as well as far more than the previous norm of only one or two.”

Steven paused at that. “More than one or two? How many do you have?”

Wallace beamed, more than eager to boast about his darlings. “Five! Darius, of course, plus Elizabeth, Victoria, Alexander, and Theresa! A Luvdisc, Milotic, Gyarados, and Tentacruel,” he added when Steven started to look slightly confused at the list of names.

However, Wallace’s explanation turned that confusion into alarm.

“A Gyarados?” he yelped, nearly falling off of Darius. His voice had gone up several octaves. “You just… carry a Gyarados around in your pocket?”

Wallace tried not to grimace. Gyarados were feared by humans, and it only made sense for them to be just as feared by mer. Perhaps even more so by mer considering that water was the domain of Gyarados as opposed to the land.

“He’s a sweetheart,” Wallace assured Steven. Darius nodded along. Steven didn’t look particularly reassured, but his tail stopped twitching nervously. “And I’m not going to be bringing him out, so there’s no need to worry.”

That finally seemed to calm Steven down.

“How about you?” Wallace asked, trying to quickly change the subject. “Have you befriended any Pokemon?”

“I have!” For all their differences in biology, it was good to know their species had something in common. No one, human or mer, could resist the friendship of Pokemon. “He didn’t come with me today because I needed to meet up with a human and he’s shy, but Anorith and I usually go everywhere together.”

Wallace paused midstep. “An Anorith?” he asked, completely baffled.

“Yes!” The fondness in Steven’s voice was familiar. “He’s got the cutest little claws and teeth!”

“No, I mean—” How should Wallace phrase this? He couldn’t just say ‘Steven, your friend should be dead.’ “How did you two meet?”

Steven’s explanation was not much of an explanation. He’d dived deep into a cave and found a large troupe of Anorith and its evolution, Armaldo. This was interspersed with long winded details about the cave’s mineral make up and how it compared to other caves Steven had visited. Wallace had to pay close attention to figure out any concrete details.

Wallace could only assume this troupe had somehow survived everything that had killed the rest of its species over the millennia. Perhaps living deep in some unknown cave had helped. It wasn’t unheard of—Relicanth had a similar story. More than that, it sounded like these Anorith retained their speculated Water type as opposed to the Rock type that came with fossil revitalization. How interesting. Maybe if Wallace could get Steven on track, he could learn more about this cave and where it was.

//notes:

just some stuff on the pokemon i picked for steven. i wanted to give him someone from his team, but none of them are really water-based. relicanth was a choice, but i didn't really vibe with it? armaldo and cradily however are implied to have been water dwelling before they died out and possibly had the water type instead of the rock type so one of them seemed like the best fit. makes anorith bug/water instead of bug/rock, meaning this steven isn't really a type specialist but oh well. also, i'm doing a playthrough of alpha sapphire right now and am using an anorith and that's my buggy boy : )

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heylo- Im sick and need comfort- have this short drabble/hc of the MK system + Khonshu taking care of reader when they're sick💞

if you saw typos, no you didn't :>

HC/drabble of MK system + Khonshu taking care of reader

when they notice the signs they would immediately stop you from whatever you are doing and gently pull you to the bed. 

no matter your protests they're not letting you off easy

work? call in sick

classes? fuck it, you're sick no class works for the day

it's a rest day for you and a day for them to take care of you so lay down and let them smother you with lots of love and care-

while also being careful, you told them, you didn't want them to get sick too bc of you

Steven would brew you up some tea but if you don't like it he'll cook you up some hot soup. 

"Here you go love- careful! It's hot."

He would stay by your side as you drink/eat, hell he would feed you your soup if you dont have the energy to do so and he is going to be patient with you.

"Say Raaaa~ There you go! It's good innit? God I hope it is-"

You stop him with a gentle hand and hoarsely reassure him that it was good. He would smile at your words and continue feeding you until you feel full. 

Once you're fed, he would lay down beside you(they're stubborn and would not care if they get sick- "We're Khonshu's Avatar, we don't get sick" - Jake) and keep you warm around his arms. He'll tell you stories from the Egyptian myth to help you relax and help you to fall asleep, he would mindlessly caress your hair as you lay your head on his chest while being curled up beside him.

Marc will keep on checking your temperature from time to time, and when you'll be drinking your medication next-

"This fever is stupidly stubborn babe, but don't worry,"  -kisses your forehead- "You'll heal from this, yeah? You'll have to drink your meds onnn…" he glances at the clock, " oh- two hours later. For now, rest those pretty eyes, baby."

- and Jake will make sure you're hydrated,

"Mi amor, wake up.." He would softly coax you out of your slumber, "Here's your water, querido." He'll make you sit up properly and carefully puts the glass on your mouth and gently tilting it, you would at first complain and tell him you got it, you're not completely helpless while in this state but he'll just give you a stern yet loving glare and say-

"You're sick- I know you can still move your arms and '' - he would mumble some Spanish giberrish- " but you're my- our amor, we'll make sure you'll get well from this lo mas pronto. And for that to happen, you'll have to be as stress-free as possible. So.. if you ever need to pee, just say the word and I won't hesitate to carry you to the bathroom, hm, mi tesoro?"

Khonshu would even not let a single cold London wind into the flat to make sure you won't get cold. You would notice this and as much as you could muster from your sleepy state, you'd thank the god with a soft whisper to the empty space. He may not be seen from your human eyes but you can feel his presence.

Khonshu will mutter under his breath, "It is no problem, my star. Get well soon."

~~~

lo mas pronto - As soon as possible

mi tesoro - my treasure

~~~

if the Spanish is wrong, I am so sorry i just translated that from internet

hope y'all enjoyed that ajhshshshs take care and have a good day /night!!💞💞

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Regret part 8

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Genshin Impact Adeptus!au

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A wave of nausea hits you, as you sit up with a throbbing headache. Your pounding head feels like it’s about to crack open, and the bumpy searide is definitely not helping, disrupting you from your much needed rest.

Knock knock. You dragged your body to the door, opening it to find a crew member greeting you.

“Hey! Our crew has prepared some meals, the captain asked if you’d like to sit with us to eat as well?”

“It’s fine, I don’t-” rumble , your stomach rumbles like the storms in Inazuma. Oh, how embarrassed you are.

“Oh my, you must be starving! Come on out! It should be ready!” they drag you out, seating you by the round table with several dishes already served.

Adepti don’t need sustenance , you remember what Xiao always said. Which is, or was , true, as you never felt the need to consume food, eating was only an act to satisfy your own taste buds, not that you ate much except for occasional snacks Childe brings you. But archons do you finally understand the word famished .

The Crux’s crew members are all amiable towards you and lively; filling your bowl with rice to the brim, keeps on adding more meat and vegetables to your bowl after seeing you wolf down the food given like you haven’t eaten for days- you couldn’t even thank them fast enough with your mouth full. The captain, boisterous and energetic, would tell you stories of the crew’s sea journeys while you devoured the dishes. It’s the first time we’ve had a Snezhnayan onboard , she told you with her crew’s eyes sparkling and nodding in agreement.

“So...you’re what they call the harbingers, right? From the Fatui-gang thing? Why are you heading to Liyue?” The captain nonchalantly asked you, causing your hands to freeze on the spot.

Swallowing the mouthful of rice and putting down your chopsticks, you lowered your voice, “Um, I was one, until recently. For now I suppose I’m… meeting up with old friends back in Liyue.” You awkwardly rubbed your neck. The harbinger title may once mean everything to you, but not anymore.

“Oh... is that so?” Beidou sensed stiffness from you, deciding not to press any further, “well, starting off fresh doesn't always mean it’s bad, and meeting up with good old friends huh? That is quite nice, must be looking forward to it, huh?”

“Yes...i-it is quite nice…” Beidou chuckles at your slightly flustered response and lightly ruffles your hair, then continues to stuff your bowl with even more food to make sure you eat enough. She said that you looked pale and sickly, urging you to gobble down more food, with you unable to protest with your mouth full.

.

.

.

You’re definitely less agile compared to before. Your body doesn’t feel as light, no longer able to reach high grounds with a simple jump. Your sword is also a lot heavier than it was, or maybe you just lost strength.

“The clean strikes and experience hidden in the stance...impressive indeed, gozaru. ” a uniquely dressed crewmate who saw you practicing your swings clap at your demonstration. You remember Beidou calling him Kazuha, he seems to be impressed at your skills which are aged like fine wine. Your swings are less powerful and slower than before, but you still have your swordsmanship skills and techniques embedded in you.

“Yet you seem a bit… preoccupied. Is there something on your mind?”

You put your blade aside and lean on the railing of the ship, aimlessly tracing the waves that seem to chase after the ship, “I’m not sure what to say when I see him again.”

What should you say when you see Zhongli? Long time no see? I was fired by the Tsarista herself, so I came back? Everything just sounds incredibly wrong.

“There’s a lot of things I want to say, but I also don’t know what to tell him.”

The tingling excitement in you clashes with the anxiousness, uncertain of how to face Zhongli. You were once an adeptus of Liyue, then the twelve harbinger of the Fatui, and now… you lost both titles. You even lost your adeptal powers, could you even consider yourself an adeptus now? How would Zhongli respond when he hears all of this? You sigh, wishing the ship would give you more time for mental preparation before reaching Liyue.

“I’m sure that your feelings, just like the wind, will surely properly reach them. What’s important is that you convey them before everything’s too late.” Kazuha gazes distantly into the ocean. You overlook the lingering loneliness in his last sentence, deciding you’re not in the position to pry into it and put your focus onto the gentle rocking of the sea instead.

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Zhongli paces back and forth continuously by the harbour, rubbing his fingers apprehensively with a stern expression on his face which made even Hutao, who was passing by the harbour, not dare to sneak up and pull a prank on him.

Zhongli, usually a calm and reserved man, well liked by people, now shooting up and flinching at the slightest noise of a ship’s horn and looking around with uneasiness, seemingly searching for something, received confused looks from passersby.

Zhongli, who received a letter not long ago, delivered in a hurry by one of Childe’s subordinates, spit his pu-erh tea out when he read the contents. The letter was short, with messy and almost unreadable handwriting which seemed to be written in a rush, and only included a very brief idea of what happened in Snezhnaya, something about you getting exiled and hurt, now returning to Liyue on Crux, telling him to wait at the harbour for Crux and to get you home safe.

That letter gave him no further useful information at all on your safety, or whatever craziness happened to you, which nowhere reassures him. He fumbles with the letter until it’s all crumbled and wrinkly, as if it would speed up Crux’s arrival.

The blast of a ship’s horn grabs his attention, eyes widen at the long awaited sight of the majestic ship.

Zhongli spots you effortlessly among the crewmates, mouth slightly parting as his golden amber eyes lock onto yours. You watch as his ponytail dances freely in the wind, his diamond pupils containing mixed swirls of emotions.

Suddenly, you feel like a guilty child who secretly ate candy before dinnertime and turned your head away at lightning speed as you waited for Beidou to park her ship by the docks.

“Excuse me.” Zhongli hurriedly makes his way to where you are, scuffling across the harbour and pushing the offboarding crewmates aside. He needs to confirm that you’re okay. He halts just before the boarding plank, your figure located at the other end of it, standing slightly above him. A wave of intense relief rushed up his head making his vision spin for a second. You’re alright, you’re safe.

“Zhongli,” the worries you held dissipate upon the presence of him, your quiet voice reaching his ears without getting carried away by the wind.

Time is never enough, everytime he sees you, he is reminded of this saying. Never enough time to make amendments, never enough time to love his children and his people the way they deserved it. Time is never enough, but for you, he’ll always make time, as long as he still has the chance to do so, as long as you’re still here, alive and well.

Zhongli is not a man of many desires. The waves brought you back to Liyue, to him. What more to that would he ask for? He has all the time for you.

“I’m back, Morax.” You muster up the courage and break the silence, your words concise and firm. Morax, the name you liked most, also the one you’re most familiar with. You take a step forward, so does he.

“Yes, my child,”A soft smile gently spreads across Zhongli’s face, one that radiates warmth and relief. “Welcome back.”

Zhongli takes another step, his arm reaching out to you and the gloved palms spread open right before you, awaiting.

“Let’s go home.”

This time, without reluctance, you respond by taking up his offered hand.

You’re home.

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Until then, we will find each other again. <||>

fluff & angst drabble, reincarnation au, modern au

| Xiao x Reader | Diluc x Reader |

Note: I'm sorry that I can't put the cut thingy bcos im writing in mobile. Once I get ahold of my laptop I'll put the cut thingy. Happy reading^^ i swear these were supposed to be short but welp

Xiao

Notes: Immortal companion* - Just think of someone immortal from the game. This is also a different take from Venti's and Zhongli's because I honestly think Xiao is so done with immortality and its consequences.

Suicide implicitly mentioned.**

Xiao is mourning for the passing of his immortal companion*, making him the last immortal to walk the world. Now, it is he, who last remains from a time of gods and monsters. Each passing of a mutual, he witnessed. They deemed it was their time to move on, for humanity has succeeded to bring fate into their own two hands. The world no longer needed them.

Xiao has already suffered loss way before the Archon War. Yet, he never expressed the emotion of grief for he needed to be strong lest the world will eat him alive. However, this passing made his heart of glass, chip a little, then shattering the whole thing altogether. Or perhaps, it was already chipped away and too fragile because of the losses that has culminated in his immortal life.

Now, he lays on the roof of a building of what used to be Wangshu Inn. He was trying hard not to break down again. By doing so, he merely cursed fate over and over again. Yet, to no avail, the man exploded in tears once more, too tired from all the pain and loss suffered from millenias.

Then... there's you. You who uttered the words, "Until then, we will find each other again."

With all sincerity he can muster, he wanted to believe those words. He wanted to believe in you. That's why he stayed. Yet... the pain he feels heavily overweighs his faith in you.

**

He just wants to... end it all.

"I just want to disappear..."

**

No one heard him utter those words, only the wind. And the wind- just as once the Anemo Archon had said, carries the words one thinks no one can hear.

It came like a whisper, yet loud and clear. Then all of a sudden, the memories of your previous life flashed before your eyes. You dropped the book you were holding and held your temples at the incoming migraine.

"Are you alright?" You friends asked in worry, looking for any visible signs of pain aside from your clenched eyes and your frowning expression.

You could only groan as a reply and your friends waited for you to take your time to recollect yourself.

Who... Whose voice? You knew this voice... But who?

You finally removed your hands and opened your eyes.

"I- I have to go... Go without me." Was all you said before leaving your friends in the dust who looked at your way with confusion.

Who? Many questions riddled your mind. And with all these unanswered, worry and anxiety grew in your heart. Tears began to swell in your eyes, worsening your headache.

This is not about you! You have to look for... something! Someone! Just-

"Dear gods, please please don't you dare fucking take him..."

You sprinted around the area, following and listening to that now faint whisper under the night. The whispers only became clearer and louder when you approached a building which used to be an inn.

The moment you stepped foot within the building, the lone whisper became mixed with more words which did not lift your heart.

Fuck.

With pure adrenaline, you opted to use the stairs instead of the damn elevator. You have finally reached the door leading to the rooftop, and at that point, the whispers became screams. However, when your hand grasped the handle, the voice in the wind stopped. You opened the door at full to be met by the back of the man who stands at the railing.

Xiao...?

Xiao..

Xiao.

"Xiao!"

At the call of his name by a familiar voice, his head whipped to its direction. But he shall not be fooled.

"You... you're not real."

The words along with lifeless eyes stabbed you.

"It's me, Xiao! Y/n! Don't do this! I'm sorry I took so long! But I'm here now! Just as I had promised!"

Your heart was beating against your ribcage. You had to prove you were real. But how?

"You're just an illusion made by my heart."

"Xiao, please! Fuck I'm really sorry! But please you don't have to do this... I... I remember everything, Xiao... All those times we battled in the war. Those times we shared almond tofu. The times we smiled, cried, laughed, and fought...

I remember everything..."

For each word you uttered, you grew confident in your memories. For each word, you took a step closer. For each word, you saw life coming back to the man you love.

"So please... Come back..."

At the final word, you released all your sincerity, genuity, and adoration for him. And finally, your hands took purchase in his (while trying so hard not to shed any tear for his sake).

"It's me."

...

"Y/n...?"

You beamed at him and finally, Xiao's eyes were now shining in clarity, and of course, life and love.

Diluc has been reincarnated many times, yet still has not found you. Through his reincarnated forms, he alternated between travelling and staying in Mondstadt. The former done in order to find you. The latter done in the chance you would find him there.

Diluc

For the first time in his many lifetimes, his current form surprised him. When he reached 'sixteen', his memories resurfaced and the realization sank in. His appearance ended just as how he looked in his first ever lifetime. The only difference was the length of his hair. He even ended up being reincarnated in the Ragnvindr Family along with inheriting the winery business.

To put it bluntly, walking within the old yet maintained Ragnvindr Mansion was a memory lane. However, the moment of reminiscence only gave him a heavy heart, for within these halls used to be filled with your laughter.

In this very same spot where he currently stands, is where you uttered your last words.

"Until then, we will find each other again."

Walking aimlessly around the mansion, he thinks about those long, long years without you. Must be fate so cruel? Making him search far and wide, when in the end fate does not want you to return to him? The man clenched his fists, and in anger, punched the nearby wall.

He expected a bursting kind of pain to come, yet what came was a dull throb on his knuckles. Yet this is not only what he had not expected. He did not expect for the wall to respond with a resounding hollowness.

A hidden corridor? Room? When had the family installed this?

Curiosity held him and began kicking the hollow wall without hesitation. What secrets does it hide from all these years, he shall know. Once the wall opened up for him to fit, he entered with a lit phone in hand at extreme brightness.

Again, what he saw, he had not expected. What he saw both filled and emptied his heart simultaneously. What he saw was a painting of you and him, together in a moment of shared happiness.

"Dilu-" His mother called which snapped out of his trance. His head snapped at her direction and saw her eyes fill with solemness.

"I didn't mean to-"

His mother hushed him with a gentle smile and entered the room to stand alongside him.

"You know," his mother began, "I always believed in the fantasy that had been once in our world. Lord Barbatos, the other Archons, the Twins that saved our world, Visions, and... reincarnation. I always believed in them.

The moment I saw your features when you were born, I knew you were the reincarnation of the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt... So I named you after him because I knew your memories would resurface someday. I knew the day would come when my son will no longer be my son. Because when that day comes, all I would see in your eyes is a long unspoken wisdom and pain that will replace your innocence free from battles and war."

Diluc was surprised, yet kept his emotions to himself. He understood what his mother was pointing at. "Is... Is this why this picture is hidden?"

His mother nodded solemnly. "Perhaps, I was afraid and scared about when the day I spoke of will take place. That's why I ordered this painting be hidden. I knew this painting of you and Lady Y/n will unlock your memories sooner, but I didn't want that."

For once in his lifetimes, his heart softened with love. The kind of love that assures you that someone cares for you. Never in his reincarnated lifetimes, had he experienced this feeling. All those years, he was just... lost in the feelings and thoughts of not being with you.

The man stepped towards his mother with hesitation to which he instantly erased. He hugged his mother with a soft spoken voice saying these words.

"I will always be your son and you will always be my mother. That will never change. I may be 'older' than you, but please do remember that I would not have grown to who am I today without your guidance. For that, I deeply thank you for taking care of me...

I love you, Mom."

With his words, his mother burst into light tears accompanied by a smile. "Don't make me cry, I'm going to wrinkle." Diluc laughed at the comment. After a loving moment, the two separated yet his mother still held onto his arms.

"You've grown so much... I guess little birds do leave the nest someday."

"It wouldn't be possible without you."

His mother looked at him with a proud gaze, "Go. Find her. If memory serves right, I might have seen someone like her dwell everyday in the local library."

The man released his breath he never knew he was holding. Diluc hugged his mom again with a peck on her cheek. He then let go and began to exit the room with haste.

"Once I come home, I will tell you everything. Venti, Morax, the Twin Travelers, the Archons, and Visions. I will tell you everything."

With a rush, Diluc was now out of sight. Yet, the Madam Ragnvindr was not saddened. Her heart swelled for her son whose eyes are finally, once more lit with happiness. However, who's Venti?

A/n: welp truth be told diluc's story took an unexpected turn lol. It's either I'm going to leave this like that or continue it. Take your pick by commenting because I'm actually fine with either options haha happy reading <3

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Rating: E

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Summary: Caroline recognizes how hard it is for Elena to be a doppelgänger, her fate predestined as well as her face. It's pretty tough being the last of your kind too though, and Caroline is determined to protect them both, with some very helpful Bennetts on their side.

Date of update: May 2 2021

Klaus’ Thousand Year Plan to be Her Last (Chapter 2)

Author: anncatherine

Rating: T

Length: 2,867

Summary: So these are some missing Klaroline scenes from my Elena/Elijah soulmate fic that I couldn’t include because they either didn’t fit or needed to be form Klaus or Caroline’s pov. I think it would be helpful to read at least the first couple chapters of that for background, but basically at twelve people’s soulmate’s birthday shows up on their wrist.

Date of update: May 2 2021

Cloud 9: A Collection of Klaroline Fusions and Crossovers (Chapter 11)

Author: klarolineagainnaturally

Rating: G

Length: 5,597

Summary: Various fusions and crossovers with Klaus and Caroline including Much Ado About Nothing, Ready or Not, and Tangled!

Date of update: May 2 2021

The Big Bad Wolf (Chapter 8)

Author: MorningStarGirl666

Rating: T

Length: 58,507

Summary: He was the Big, Bad Wolf of this story, there was no doubt about that. But Caroline? She was the light to his darkness, the moon that shone brighter than even the stars in a sky of endless void. Like every wolf, he fell in love with the moon, and every month, he was destined to cry for a love he would never touch.

Date of update: May 2 2021

Destination Wedding (Chapter 5)

Author: PumpkinDoodles

Rating: T

Length: 10,294

Summary: The first rule of going to your ex's wedding is 'make sure you look good,' but Caroline's seriously worried that this British Guy is going to make her late. And she cannot be late to Rebekah Mikaelson and Matt Donovan's wedding at a Virginia winery.

Date of update: May 3 2021

We are young (Chapter 14)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: 16,153

Summary:  Basically, Klaroline flirt in front of their kids who they are barely older than, and Landon is appropriately confused.

Date of update: May 3 2021

Road to Ruin

Author: Cupcakemolotov

Rating: ?

Length: 2,122

Summary: Caroline comes home for Elena's funeral two years after she made out of Mystic Falls to NYU, and meets Klaus Mikaelson, one of the enigmatic brother's who claimed Elena as their own.

Date of update: May 3 2021

Time Heals All Wounds (Chapter 2)

Author: khaleesiofthewolves

Rating: ?

Length: 4,393

Summary: Does time really heals all wounds? Deeply scarred by his past, he would beg to differ. Klaus never thought the midnight shift at the hospital would change his life and yet it did. When a certain blonde is brought in with severe injuries, Klaus will learn that sometimes doctors need healing as well. Will their inner wounds and scars help them grow together or just tear them apart?

Date of update: May 3 2021

Caroline in Wonderland

Author: BelleMorte180

Rating: E

Length: 25,491

Summary: London, 1903 On the day of her wedding, a young boy collides into Caroline's legs, all but knocking her to the ground. Seeing that she is dreading walking down the aisle, any moment stalling her from heading to the church is welcome. However, when she follows the young boy down a London street, something impossible happens and Caroline finds herself in a magical world that she had been told about as a young child- Wonderland. She embarks on a journey through Wonderland to find out who she really is, where she belongs and towards a man who she had thought was nothing more than an imaginary friend.

Date of update: May 4 2021

A Bee A Tulip and a Meddlesome Sister

Author: KatherineBee1814

Rating: M

Length: 15,107

Summary: Newly arrived in London from Kent Lady Rebekah Mikaelson quickly catches the eye of infamous Rake and rouge Lord Anthony Bridgerton but Andromeda will be damned before she lets him marry her favourite sibling.

Date of update: May 4 2021

Soulmate visions (Chapter 6)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: 11,445

Summary: On your soulmate's eighteenth birthday, you see through their eyes for an hour, but they don’t know. And if your soulmate turns eighteen before you are even born, you never get a vision. Klaus gets his soulmate vision right after he orders Tyler to bite Caroline on her birthday….

Date of update: May 4 2021

White Winds Blow (Chapter 2)

Author: perfectpro

Rating: T

Length: 17,704

Summary: Caroline Forbes waits anxiously in the Riverlands to hear of the return of her betrothed, Elijah Mikaelson, from the uprising against the mad King Silas. Instead, a letter arrives from his younger brother, Lord Niklaus, telling her of Elijah's death and offering to uphold the joining of their houses himself. She will become the Lady of Winterfell, but Lord Niklaus, waiting at the heart tree, is a stranger.

Date of update: May 4 2021

later on, we'll conspire (Chapter 3)

Author: PumpkinDoodles

Rating: M

Length: 7,292

Summary: Caroline asks Klaus to choose her over revenge at the Winter Wonderland Party.

Date of update: May 5 2021

KC Drabbles 2021

Author: CandyCane1287

Rating: T

Length: 8,303

Summary: C1: Hybrid Klaus meets human Caroline earlier and they fall in love. But there’s more. Ps, Katherine didn’t turn Caroline and she’s still human. He used Elena for the sacrifice but Elijah revived her. He got Tyler to bite Caroline but Klaus healed her. Tyler and Caroline broke up cause he cheated on her and they weren’t that in love. A bit of talk of Damon, but doesn’t go into too much detail. I suck at summaries btw.

Date of update: May 5 2021

Revenge of the Fifth - TVD Edition

Author: kcatdino

Rating: M

Length: 4,057

Summary: A star wars AU for vampire dairies for May the Fourth Be with You! Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena are padawan learners at Luke Skywalker’s new Jedi training academy, desperate to prove themselves by taking down some of the new Sith Lords that have popped up. The problem is, those Sith Lords are the Mikaelsons, and each girl has a Mikaelson brother obsessed with them, unwilling to let them come to harm. Will that make it harder or easier for them to triumph over the Dark Side?

Date of update: May 6 2021

The Beach House (Chapter 2)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: M

Length: 3,812

Summary: When Rebekah blackmails Klaus into pretending to be her friend Caroline’s boyfriend for the weekend, he expects sand, sun, and horrible people who never left high school. And while Caroline’s friends may ‘suck’ (her term, not his), he increasingly enjoys the time he spends with the bubbly blonde. But nothing can happen, even while sharing a bed. Caroline might feel bad for dragging Klaus away from his infant daughter for the weekend, but the little intimacies and kisses for their performance build up and start to feel very real. And now she wants him bad. If only Rebekah hadn’t warned him off.

Date of update: May 5 2021

Author: VintageLilac

Rating: T

Length: 156,908

Summary: New York was home to the richest families in the in world. They were the elite and spent their days traveling the world, making money, and earning power. Although Manhattan wasn't just their home, it was their kingdom. Left with little parental supervision, no rules, and copious amounts of money, the infamous teenagers ran the city and as people say, long may they reign.

Date of update: May 6 2021

That Kind Of Power

Author: ThrowMeAStory

Rating: M

Length: 3,375

Summary: 4x16 au, Part 10. Caroline vs Elena.

Date of update: May 6 2021

Reasons Not to Date a Mikaelson (Chapter 5)

Author: kcatdino

Rating: T

Length: 9,517

Summary: Bonnie and Caroline gain a new roommate for their freshman dorm when a vision leads them to tracking down a pregnant Hayley in the Rockies. Also, Bonnie may or may not have raised a certain dead Original instead of Jeremy and Klaus takes a job at Whitmore teaching, to be annoying. He’s very good at it.

Date of update: May 7 2021

LITTLE TENSE (Chapter 3)

Author: wincefish16

Rating: T

Length: 3,592

Summary: Klaroline's life together as they work in Mikaelson and co. Different snippets of their life.

Date of update: May 7 2021

FFN: The Exclusivity Clause (Chapter 3)

AO3: The Exclusivity Clause (Chapter 3)

Author: slstmaraudersjple

Rating: M

Length: 12,529

Summary: When Klaus receives a call that his soulmate has been found after searching for her for almost a century, he sets off to claim her before his enemies can harm her. But his soulmate is human this time around, innocent and irresistible, and his wolf wants nothing more than to mark her. Soulmates Reincarnation AU.

Date of update: May 1st

FFN: Louder Than Thunder (Chapter 39)

AO3: Louder Than Thunder (Chapter 17)

Author: khaleesiofthewolves

Rating: M

Length: 256,589

Summary: All Hell was about to break loose. After dying while protecting a grieving Klaus, Caroline finds herself sent back in time, and she's not who she once was. She's more. Back in Mystic Falls, something else is stirring. After the arrival of a mysterious figure from Klaus' past, it all comes to a head. It really is louder than thunder.

Date of update: May 3 2021

FFN: Caroline the Not So Teenage Witch

AO3: Caroline the Not So Teenage Witch (Chapter 15)

Author: klarolineagainnaturally

Rating: T

Length: 35,304

Summary: Continuing the drabble inspired by Sabrina the Teenage Witch, young witch Caroline Forbes must learn to live with her old flame turned cat. Antics ensue as they try to get along and fix what has been done.

Date of update: May 3 2021

FFN: A Beautiful Symmetry (Chapter 155)

AO3: A Beautiful Symmetry (Chapter 155)

Author: Uppity Bitch

Rating: M

Length: 419,840

Summary: A collection of random AU one-shots featuring Klaroline. Chapter 155: Part 2 — Fright Wedding. This is a sequel to Chapter 141: Fright Wedding. The alliance with the Mikaelson kingdom failed when they declared war, but Caroline was certain Klaus would be an excellent ally. Or hostage. Or possibly something more?

Date of update: May 3 2021

FFN: Royals of New York (Chapter 28)

AO3: Royals of New York (Chapter 27)

Author: VintageLilac

Rating: T

Length: 162,215

Summary: New York's royals spend their days traveling the world, making money, and earning power. With little parental supervision, no rules, and copious amounts of money, their children have New York as their own personal kingdom. May their reign be long and prosperous.

Date of update: May 6 2021

[yostresswritinggirl]

100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy -  The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

 -> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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Tagslist-for-my-thirsty-homies:

[randomingoftherandomness]

Your drabbles of the OT3 are AMAZING and your lemon fics are so hot!! How about our lovely OT3 with Joe and Nicky fearing that Booker is mortal because Coppley is keeping taps on him after his exile and he sees Booker going to the hospital every other day and J+N rush to him but in reality Booker's just going there to read to sick kids

"It could be nothing," Nicky says, hands tight at the steering wheel as the navigate through the Friday afternoon traffic.

"Or it could be something," Joe reasons, thumb rubbing at his bottom lip as he listens to the radio switch from one jaunty advert for a new juice flavour to one that was advertising an upcoming concert.

Nicky doesn't reply. There really was nothing to say.

They had been in Amsterdam when Copley called them about what he had termed as Booker's unusual weekly activity. It had started as a irregular thing that quickly became something that happened every Tuesdays and Fridays, and always at the same hospital where Booker, Copley reports, would look tired and wan upon exiting the place. He would exit with plastic bags emblazoned with the hospital's logo and that was what triggered Joe and Nicky's six hour drive.

Because as complicated as their emotions are about how there is anger about Booker’s actions and inactions, there is still so much love that sits in their hearts for him and there exists regrets that coil deep with sadness and all the wishing for things to be different. 

They pull up to the parking lot just in time to spy a familiar messy head of blonde huddled in his coat against the wind and finishing up his cigarette before he enters the building.

They sit and watch as he calmly smokes. The wind carries the wisps away before they could cloud and for some strange reason, it calms them to see a sight so familiar to them that could almost smell it in the back of their throats.

Joe and Nicky miss him in the crowd before the elevators but not before catching him wave at the receptionist on duty.

"Excuse me," Joe starts in French and smiles charmingly at the receptionist. "That man. The one who just walked past. He looked very familiar and I think he may be an old family friend. Is his name Sebastien by any chance? It has been a few years and I don't want to startle him if I've got the wrong man."

"Oh? Monsieur, I think you may have the wrong man," The receptionist says with an apologetic tilt of her lips. "That was Monsieur Oliver. He comes every Tuesday and Fridays to read for the children."

"Read?"

"Yes. We have a ward for children who require long term care. Terminal cases, you see. Most of them have been here all their lives. Monsieur Oliver volunteers to read for them. He’s pretty popular too. We have kids from the pediatric wards come down just to listen sometimes."

A little thrown off kilter, Joe thanks her and tugs Nicky along with him as they move out of hearing shot.

"So, he is fine. There was nothing to worry about."

"But still," Joe looks up at the ceiling as if it could provide him with all the answers he needs. "We came all this way."

Nicky sighs, but the corners of his lips twitch is amusement. Joe feels his heart tug fondly and gives into the need to reach out a hand to take Nicky's.

It was easy work to slip amongst the crowd of people heading to the upper levels and even smoother to follow close behind two orderlies who were heading to the long term care ward.

For a beat, Joe wonders if they'd gone into this half cocked because they don't even know where Booker was. But that was easily solved by the happy laughter that carries from one of the rooms in the back. They follow the sound and are rewarded with the sight of Booker in scrubs and a mask, reading to a group of children barely older than 12. They can't tell what story is being read and it doesn't matter because Booker is doing the voices and the children are enraptured by his theatrics.

Nicky squeezes his hand and he squeezes back.

Booker looks so alive as he entertains his audience and their parents and nurses with his wild gesturing and imitation of sound effects. They laugh when Booker gets to a funny bit and cheer when he tells of the swashbuckling princess champion over her foe. Joe is mesmerised by this side of Booker that they haven't seen in years and he knows that Nicky is too.

Which is why they know they have to leave. At least for now. Booker was fine, they've established that. But this was not a good place to meet him for the first time again.

Nicky knocks their shoulders together and they linger to watch Booker's audience crowd closer to him to look at the pretty pictures in the book.

[pinkykitten]

are you bored yet?

synopsis: with uncertainties in life you cant say for certain if you and fred being together is a good thing or bad thing. so many things are running through your mind as you spend watching the sunset with the love of your life, fred weasley. 

pairing: fred weasley x female! reader (i swear im like obsessed w him i need therapy fr) words: 1,503 genre: fluff omg so much, romance, song based, writing challenge, one-shot

a/n: so this is based on the song are you bored yet by wallows. and this is for the writing challenge of @lunalovecroft​. i had so much fun writing this and as u can tell im currently in a fred spiral and its out of control but idc tbh. he is so beautiful and yes he is invading my dreams every night. enjoy yall and hope u like also thnx for liking my recent fred drabble so much it means a lot to me and requests are open! ps i also tried to incorporate the words and meaning of the songs lyrics to the story hope that makes sense. 

The ocean waves crashed against the soft, cool sand. It would simmer and relax, but then the pent up frustration mixed with wind would allow it to meet and kiss the earth. 

The future always scared you. Somedays you looked forward to it and other days just the unknown was filled with anxiety. It was the feeling of not being able to control loss and love, happiness and sadness. You would find yourself some nights thinking about it, almost losing your mind. 

The sun was setting so peacefully and beautifully. It was something so simple yet something so divine and of such importance. You had faith in the sun and space. Yes, everything around you may be changing and things might be going wrong but one thing was for certain was that the sun was going to rise and set every day, when the sun rises that will be your new chance at starting anew. 

It was so peaceful. The smell of sea was so inviting and comforting. What was more comforting was how Fred let your head rest against his chest. The feeling of worn out cotton against your cheek, as you heard his heart beat almost at the same rhythm as yours. It was if you two were in perfect sync. The faint smell of cologne that Fred always used to try to impress you made you feel at home, along with a small smell of something unknown to you but only Fred had that smell. Maybe it was gingers own scent. 

You sighed, relaxing. 

“So, love, what do you think about the muggle world?” Fred asked, wiggling his brows like he was the man.

You looked up at his freckled face, from his chest, giggling, “You know I’ve been here before.”

Fred laid back down and enjoyed the moment with you. But something was eating you up inside. It was starting to bug you that everyone had a someone. Ron to Hermione. Harry to Ginny. You were starting to feel left behind in the crowd. Again with the uncertainty. Everyone was with their soulmate and you felt lonely. 

You didn’t realize Fred was eyeing you this whole time you had this battle in your head. He could tell something was off. “What’s wrong?”

You very much disliked confrontation so you pretended to fall asleep. 

“I saw you were awake Y/N,” Fred sat up. He was patiently, quietly waiting for your answer. 

You sat up, kicking your feet against the peak you two were sitting on. The warmness from the sun making you smile just a bit. “I wish we didn’t have to leave. That we could sit here for the rest of our lives.”

Fred chuckled, scooting closer to you and resting his head against your shoulder. Something sparked within you at the contact. You could feel his breath on your neck, feeling the hair stand up on its own. You leaned your head against his and sighed once again. 

“I wish I could sit here with you forever too sweetheart. But unfortunately we’re really not supposed to be here and I bet some muggles would find us and we’d be toast.” Fred kissed your knuckles. 

You distanced yourself away from him, worrying Fred with wide eyes. You couldn’t bear the physical connection you two had and not have something from it. Yes, you and Fred were friends but you were wanting more than that. You yearned for more than that. “There is just so much on my mind,” you said quietly. You can tell you hurt Fred’s feelings but you needed to know what Fred was doing to you. Why did he kiss your hands? Why did he want to be with you daily? You needed support, something stable in your life. 

“Feels like I've known you my whole life I can see right through your lies,” Fred was worried seeing you so distant. 

He was right. He knew you in and out. He knew when you were okay and when you were not. You leaned back, “I like this guy and I’m afraid he doesn’t like me.”

“That’s bonkers! Who wouldn’t like you Y/N?” Fred tried not to grit his teeth at his jealousy. This man was so lucky. 

“I’m afraid Fred. I don’t know if he’ll feel the same way and when we get older will he still feel the same way about me? There is so much to think about. What if something happens to him? I would fall apart, I would be living in fear and paranoia.” You clenched your fists. 

“Wow, you do really love this man?”

You huffed as you looked into Fred’s eyes for a split second, hoping he would get the hint. “I do, I really do.”

Fred was silent. He was playing with his fingers. He usually had always something to say, seeing him like this was odd. 

“If you could tell me how you're feeling,” you held Fred’s hand. 

“I don't know where we're going But I'd like to be by your side,” Fred blurted out. You gasped as you took your hands away and held onto to your skirt, holding in your breath. “I can’t go on living knowing I didn’t at least try to stop you from being with that other guy. I know you love him Y/N but I love you. I can’t do this anymore. Kiss only your cheek when I want to kiss your lips so bad. I can’t make believe that every time you hold my hand I don’t feel a spark. Or when you come to my room every time you have a nightmare. When we cuddle, how I carry you on my back. I can’t make believe that those things don’t affect me. I can’t keep putting this wall between us and making believe we’re not something worth fighting for. Tell you the truth baby, I’m smitten with you. I’m so madly in love with you.”

Your lips trembled as tears fell down your cheeks. Fred couldn’t help himself and also found himself emotional, wiping his tears with his jumper sleeve. Nobody knew what to do. “Why are you crying love?” Fred whispered. 

“Because the man that I was referring to and talking about was you Fred,” you said with tear soaked lips. The wind carried your tears away. “I love you Fred Weasley.”

You both were knew in this territory of love. Love that you would sacrifice everything and risk more. Love that was unconditional. It was awkward the air funnily. 

“So are we more than friends then? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” Fred was so shy. You both just confessed your loves for each other, nobody knew what to do. You both were just friends for so long. 

“When we get old, will we regret this?” You asked, bashfully. 

“I will never in my whole existence ever regret meeting you and being your love. No matter what tough trials come, I know I will always be by your side.”

“I will forever love you Fred. There is not one person on this world I love more than you. I’m so grateful I was sent to Hogwarts because you’re my favorite person.” You gave a small, genuine smile. “Maybe we'd get through this undefeated Holding on for so long.”

In one swift moment, Fred’s lips came crashing down against yours. It was with such passion and fire. Like Fred was preparing his whole life for this one spectacular moment. His lips moved against your and you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss by running your fingers through his orange locks and pushing him more towards you. You wanted everything he got. 

Fred pushed you back and wrapped his warm hands on the back of your neck. Your hands fell to his collar and you clutched onto it with all your might. You felt you might explode. Fred went from your lips to smothering you in kisses all over your face. You heard his laugh and saw his toothy smile but it was better because his freckled covered cheeks were such a cute pink. He was blushing the whole time. Fred kissed your nose and you and him laughed together, simply in love. He leaned his head against you for one moment and leaned back in his spot on the cliff. 

You were out of breath and stunned. Did that just happen? You were so happy it did. You sat there surprised by the amazing kiss, touching your lips and feeling them sting a little from the contact. It was incredible. The best sensation of your life. 

Fred saw you the whole time, smirking. He coughed to get your attention and your eyes traveled up to see the most amazing view. He was leaning back, his lean neck resting back against his shoulders as his adams apple bobbed. But what got you choked up was his lips were plump and wet from your twos make out session. His skin was flawless with his freckles and his eyes were bright and light from the sunsetting. The sun’s rays hit his face just perfectly to make him look like a prince. Like he came down from heaven. You were so dumbfounded at how a man could look this beautiful and handsome. 

Fred smirked as he bit his lip, winking, wanting to tease you, “I don’t know if you wanna get out of here or maybe go get a bite together as I’m your new boyfriend. I mean 'Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset But I can't help from asking, Are you bored yet?"

a/n: ive been listening to this song on repeat and know its in my head and i just want to make an edit of fred for this song cuz he is so bf material. thnx for all the love and support stay safe guys and tysm. 

[sinsbymanka]

A Drabble to Celebrate 100+ followers?!

I recently noticed that somehow this humble little dragon age blog managed to obtain one hundred followers. Which is just insane to me. I can’t believe y’all like me. I’m going to assume that most of you are here for the memes (as you should be - they’re hilarious) BUT I wanted to give you something to celebrate anyway. It’s not a meme, but it’s an adorable Papa!Varric piece that is pure fluff and domestic bliss. Enjoy!

I also posted this at AO3 cause I really like it

The Perks of Being the Viscount

Being Viscount had remarkably few perks. 

In fact, Varric thought, the perks were usually nearly as bad as the job duties itself. He wasn’t particularly interested in the choice society invitations, didn’t care for the gaudy gifts or sizable bribes that kept showing up, and if he had to accept one more honor at one more boring ceremony, he’d fall asleep into his overcooked chicken dinner. 

But moments like this, when he had a room full of shocked, pompous assholes who could do nothing but stare, agog, nearly made it all worth it. 

As usual, his daughter had started the whole debacle. 

Marguerite Cadash-Tethras sat beside him, book discarded. She told him she was reading one of Brother Genitivi’s histories for her tutors, but now that she’d abandoned the tome to satisfy her own curiosity, he could see she had a copy of the latest popular ballad shoved between the pages. She could be bored with Genetivi and her lessons, but Varric thought it was more likely she’d finished the damn thing a week ago and her tutor had been too daft to notice. 

Clearly, she needed something more challenging. And maybe a tiny lecture about not fleecing her tutors on the regular. 

But, first, he was going to sit back and enjoy the show. He let his eyes flick from his daughter’s profile to the redhead beside her who was suddenly very engrossed in her tea, cheerfully stirring it with far too much vigor. Varric couldn’t miss the mischievous glimmer in Maria’s eyes after all these years, though, and it only meant one thing.

They were both on the same page. This meeting was going to get a hell of a lot more interesting, and they were definitely both just going to let it happen. 

Their daughter stared down the merchant princes from Antiva on the other end of the table like she’d been doing it all of her twelve years on Thedas. And, really, that wasn’t too far off the mark. When Maria was gone, which was far too often for his taste, Mags hated to be separated from Varric. To be honest, he rested a bit easier with his daughter only an arm’s length away too. It became just one more of the Viscount’s eccentricities, that the daughter sat in on so many of his meetings, accompanied him on his duties, and was generally allowed to ask as many impertinent questions as she wished.

Clearly, nobody had warned the Antivans. 

“I’m sorry, milord?” One of the men turned his attention from Mags’s piercing gray eyes to Varric, clearly confused about who had asked the question. Varric fought back his chuckle. Barely.

“Sunshine.” He inclined his head towards Mags, indulgent and amused. “I don’t think the gentleman heard your question. Go ahead and ask again.” 

“If he doesn’t answer you this time, Magpie, we can write it down. Or do a dramatic reenactment. Maybe that’ll do the trick.” Maria whispered theatrically, the words carrying across the table. The ears on several of the merchants began to turn interesting shades of red. 

This, Varric thought fondly, was the only real perk of this job. Bringing one and a half unmanageable women to boring meetings just to see what trouble they stirred up. 

“I asked,” Mags raised her voice, young face quite serious and earnest. “Why are they so cheap?” 

The object of her question, a long broadsword, lay in front of one of the merchant princes. He pulled a practiced, false smile onto his face. One that managed to be just the right amount of patronizing. His daughter pulled her shoulders back immediately, seriousness becoming irritation. “Why, milady, what a clever question. I’d heard you had your father’s mind and your mother’s beauty. How pleased I am to find it so.” 

“But you’re not answering it.” She stated stubbornly, flicking her eyes uncertainly to Varric. He nodded, reassuring, and waved at her to continue. She did. “Why are they so cheap?” 

“We have recently been able to refine our smelting process, milady.” The man droned, eloquent and practiced. “With less waste, we…” 

“But Orzammar has the best smiths, and their blades cost twice as much.” Mags argued, her own color rising, looking helplessly to her mother. “How much is iron ore? Aveline said it was more expensive ‘cause of a flood.” 

“40 silvers per pound right now, love.” Maria answered deftly, lips twitching at the corners as she struggled to hide her own smile. 

“How much do you swords weigh?” Mags asked the merchant. 

The man sputtered, helpless. “Milady, I’m uncertain…” 

Mags sighed, impatient, twisting in her chair to pierce one of the guards at the door with her bright gaze. “Kallen? How much does your sword weigh?” 

Kallen tipped his head to the side, considering. “About three pounds, miss. Give or take.” 

“Thank you.” Mags said quickly, twisting back in her seat. “If a broadsword weighs three pounds, that sword costs over a sovereign alone in materials, assuming your smelting produces no waste. You’re only charging two sovereigns per piece. Why?” 

“As a special offer to the Viscount and his lady…” The merchant began nervously, pointing his eyes back at Varric in a silent plea to end the interrogation. 

“Oh, leave me out of this mess.” Maria muttered into her tea. “I don’t want your bleedin’ swords. The ones Aveline has are fine.” 

“Well, Sunshine.” Varric jumped in, resting his arm on the back of Mags’s chair. “I think you’ve pointed out a bit of a problem.” 

“Milord, you cannot seriously be considering allowing a child to…” The man stepped forward, face growing thunderous with anger. Maria shifted in her own chair, always alert for danger, gently setting her cup down on the saucer and sending a cold, commanding gaze across the room. 

“I think, perhaps.” Maria said pointedly. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.” 

“I couldn’t agree more, Princess. But it’s your call, Sunshine.” He winked down at his daughter’s pinkening face, her temper coloring her skin the same way Maria’s always did. “You wanna make him squirm a bit more?” 

“No.” Mags said petulantly, picking her book back up and curling into her chair. “He can go.” 

“You heard the lady.” Varric jerked his thumb over his chair. “I trust you can find the exit.” 

The merchant and his entourage stalked out of the room, complaining in Antivan the whole time. Maria caught some of it, most likely the curse words, because she laughed softly as the door slammed shut behind them. 

“Nicely done, Magpie.” Maria praised, winding one of their daughter’s curls around her finger. 

“What do you think the issue is with the swords?” Varric asked, curious. Mags scowled into her book moodily, wrenching away from Maria’s clever hand. 

“They’re not iron or they’re not payin’ anyone to forge them.” She grumbled. “Which you two knew before we even got in here, didn’t you?” 

“Guilty.” Varric admitted. “But we needed to give Aveline time to raid the warehouse.” 

“Why couldn’t I go with Aveline to raid the warehouse?” Mags asked, frowning. Maria and Varric shared a tender, amused look over her head. 

“Well.” Maria began, half-laughing. “You are only twelve and we’re trying to get you to eighteen with minimal bloodshed.” 

“And…” Varric quickly reached into the book, pulling the loose papers of the story from within and shaking them pointedly. “Someone has some apologizing to do to at least one tutor.” 

Mags’s sullen expression quickly lightened into something contrite. “I can explain.”

“Make it a good one, Sunshine.” Varric said, settling into his chair. “And I may let you off easy.”

[kapisola]

YEAR ???

“Wrath!” 

It was a broken, enraged cry that preceded him, erupting from the corridor before the doors slammed open and he stormed in with blood down his front and crimson in his eyes.

“I did not spend the last 50 years being your bloody bitch just to have her die in my arms again!”

The Dominion stood from his desk, a tired grin on his face as he approached his poor, wrathful little pet and took him harshly by the chin. Black, claw-like nails grew and dug into cheek, piercing skin as the man was lifted with little effort.

And in less than a single breath, the demon who had entered so disrespectfully was barreling into the doors. Wood tore from hinges, splintering into pieces as he collided with them.

“I have only given you what you have asked me for. And it is what you have asked for. Is it not, Damian...?”

“...”

[imagethat]

Kitsune | Vergil x Reader

Small story/drabble where the reader is a fox demon. Vergil x Reader.

(Writers note: Writing for Vergil is a bit of a challenge for me because I feel like Vergil is the kind of person who admires someone for their skill then gets to know them and fall in love. So my stories for Vergil are really long. I'm working on improving my writing, and if anyone has any tips or ideas for Vergil/writing Vergil better they'd be greatly appreciated!)

Fox demons are said to be cunning and elusive spirits. With playful intentions, even at the expense of others well being. You were no different. Red Grave was a bastion of unfortunate souls, all for you to toy with. You could visit them in their dreams, manipulate reality to their poor unfortunate brains. Trickery is what gave you power, it fed your abilities and each night you were growing stronger. As the disappearance number started to reach the double digits our favorite devil hunters took notice of your presence. Trish was the first to realize a tricky fox was running amuck through the town, simply because she herself was a full demon and she had a special connection to the pits of hell. Soon after though, Dante, Vergil, and Nero followed behind her. Only Trish knew of your true form though, while you still remained a mystery to the other three. A monsterous foe lurking in the cover of night. Morrision did his best to get information on you but the poor guy came up empty handed. It make you laugh. Each night your lavish dreams promising Eden lured in more souls every one of them coming to the same horrible realization that there was no leaving once you entered. This dream was a snare, a never ending labyrinth that consumed all. Dante was foolish enough to take the bait though. Vergil on the other hand saw the clear warning signs, and offered a plan of luring you out of your realm. They came to a consensus on that plan and thus it began. Always one step ahead, you thwarted whatever plan they came up with. If you were honest, you were starting to grow incredibly bored. So you decide to have some fun of your own. The human world made you weaker to a certain extent and that thought excited you. Never had you left your realm, your parents warning you against it when you were young. But above all, they warned you to never fall in love with someone from outside your realm. You were fine with that rule, it never bothered your cold coloused heart. Foxes carry a lot of karma you see, and for every life you've ruined. Every person you've tormented. That energy is said to come back at you ten times as hard. Many from your realm used that as reasoning for being so manipulative. See, karma can't cut you down if you slay it first. You sat perched on a tree branch, one leg pulled to your chest as you waited. In the human world your presence would be noticeable, uncloaked from your realm. Your tail flicked back and forth, ears perked. Listening for a sign of your soon to be 'captors'. A small smirk rose to your face as you heard an all but annoying tune getting ever closer. It was the Devil May Cry van. How Nico managed to jump it was beyond you. She tried her best to hit you but you were faster, aiming a precise strike to the middle of the van to catapult it into the earth. You could hear very loud cursing from both the vans passengers as you returned to your sitting position, in the same exact spot to tease them. "How nice of you to join me. The moon is lovely tonight." You hummed as a white haired punk jumped out of the passenger's seat. He shot at you and you just tilted your head to the side, bullet missing you by centimeters. "Now please don't be so rude, let's talk this out. Please~" You purred while making a soft pout. "Hell no! I've got a wage to earn." Nero yelled, thrusting his grappling hook at you. You allowed it to grab you, only so you'd be brought in close enough to trip him. He made a failed attempt to kick you from his spot on the ground. "God, I'm bored already." You hissed in an annoyed tone. "You're too predictable! Send someone interesting next time!" You demanded as a portal opened behind you. Nero placed both of his hands over his ears, trying to keep the soft delicate tunes from your realm out of his head. He yelled something at your back but you paid him no mind as you returned home. Nico quickly got out of the van after she was sure you were gone only to find Nero passed out. "Oh fuck no way!" She exclaimed while quickly kneeling besides nero. "Nero! Nero!!" She yelled, trying to wake him but he was like a sandbag in her arms. Nero was promptly returned to Devil May Cry. Nico doing her best to find any notes about your breed of demon while Lady tucked Nero in on the couch. Vergil seemed… vexed to say the least. He wouldn't admit it but he cared for his son. Dante tapped his finger on his desk impatiently. "Well, did it say anything to you?" Dante questioned, trying is best to figure out what happened. "Send someone interesting was all I caught. I was in the van so all I could really hear was the jukebox!" She exclaimed from her pile of papers. She didn't know how truly lucky she was. "Allow me to go next time." Vergil said, finally speaking up. "Let me go with you then." Trish added and Vergil nodded no. "We don't need two of us going down at once, if it should manage to best me…" Vergil replied. He had a point.

The next night, Vergil found himself in the same park Nero had fought you in. The ground still hadn't recovered from Nico's van tracks. The sky was clouded. The wind rustling through the trees, causing an eerie sound to creak from them. Every now and then, when a gust of wind came by, you'd shake a tree. Vergil couldn't be sure if it was you, but kept his composure. After an hour of toying with the environment with no avail to Vergil's mental state you decide he was fit for your presence. Worthy of having company with you. All at once the forest became a never ending expanse even though that shouldn't be possible. The park was in the middle of a dense city. Animals out of sight ran through the tall grass. The trees seemed to be ever shifting as you emerged from them. "What's your name?" You asked the tall white haired man. He didn't respond, but did not make a move to get into the proper stance to defend himself. Curious. "You know, I only do this to survive. I never asked to be born the way I was." You said, expressing sadness through your motions and eyes. "I know you've been consuming far more than you need to." He finally spoke. His voice surprised you, it wasn't what you expected him to sound like. Nonetheless, you continued on with your charades. "Oh well that is true, but to be weak is such a pitiful thing. Would you not agree?" You mused curiously, having already peaked into his mind. He seemed to contemplate his answer for a good deal of time before speaking. "That you are right, holding power feels good. But what is power without something to protect? In your endless pursuit, you will never feel satisfaction for you have no measure of what true strength is." He commented of your mentality. For some reason, it bothered you deeply. "You do not know what I seek or who I am to become." You snarled. He grimaced at your aggressive response. That's when the fighting began. If you weren't so angry, you would've been impressed with his skill. But your might was just as tempered and well trained. Through the battle, scattered back and forth conversation happened. "This world is mine! It shall taste of your blood! Feed on your innermost fears!" You yelled while swinging your blade. Vergil only ever seemed to parry your attacks. "I will not falter. Nor will I yield." A well timed attack from the calm man landed you off balance, causing you to retreat momentarily. "If you know not of what you search for, allow me to offer you something to strive for." He said, to which you bared your teeth at. Beginning your relentless assault again. "Quiet! You are part mortal! You are beneath me!" You demanded. He struck your side, you barely had time to realize it had happened. His incision was precise and wasn't deep enough to kill you, unless you left it untreated. "How? What are you mortal!" You demanded. You should've been untouchable in this world. He cleaned off his blade before sliding it into its case. "Your anger blinds you. What is it you fear that drives you to such extremes?" He questioned. "Fear of the unknown? Fear of failure?" He continued to question, taking slow steps towards you. You hissed loudly, hand cusping your side. "Leave! Never step foot here again!" You yelled before retreating into the grass. You didn't make it far, knees weak as you stumbled along. Still losing blood. Vergil's mental state was returned to normality as the trees faded and the familiar cityscape emerged before his eyes. He saw himself in you, but knew you would no longer bother Red Grave. By morning, all the people who had gone missing were returned. That included Nero, who woke up with the sun rising. Dante questioned his brother about what happened, but Vergil only let out sparse details.

Your breathing was ragged. Slow and shallow as you did your best to patch your wound. Never much of a medic since your wounds were always limited. You followed your familiar trail back to your home. It was grand and traditional. As you entered through the front door and staggered to your bed you collapsed onto the floor in the entryway. "Fate has found me, I wonder if my brothers and sisters will sing of this tale. Of how childish mothers eldest was. How my emotions got the best of me and made me vulnerable." You mused with a broken voice as you faded in and out of consciousness. You felt like you could hear them laughing at you. You came to a week later, sunlight leaking in through the windows. You were…. In your room? Maybe I am now trapped here, to feed another demon you thought as you slowly rose up onto your elbows. It felt like something one of your conniving siblings would do. Gingerly, you rested a hand on your side. Amazed to find it was completely covered with gauze. A kind you'd only find in the human world. Carefully you got onto your feet, warily searching the house while holding a blade close to your chest. The last place you check was your backside porch, which faced the gardens. You made a face of disgust as you found the white haired man sitting there, watching the cherry blossom trees sway in the wind. "What are you doing here? I told you never to return!" You said, clearly upset by his presence in your home. "Not feeling appreciative are we? I suppose I wouldn't be any kinder to someone who bested me in battle either." He remarked. Your skin boiled. "How long have you been here?" You demanded, feeling disturbed by knowing he had found your house so easily. "A week" he replied. "And what of your companions?" You questioned. "They know nothing." His answer made you feel a little better. You bit your lip before opening the door. "Come in." You begrudgingly said. Vergil got up and followed you to a library, stocked high with books. You sat him at a little table in the corner and told him to wait while you fetched some tea and snacks. You were too weak to fight, and he did save you after all. All you wanted to do at this point was convince him to leave. He accepted your offer for tea before complimenting you on the impressive amount of books you had. You replied with a sour thanks before taking your seat. Carefully, you traced the rim of your tea cup, trying to figure out how the hell you'll convince him to leave. "Your world is losing its strength." Vergil spoke out loud. "Your point?" You asked, unamused by his comment. "Well, if this world is to cave in on itself, I know of a place you could stay." He offered. Even the mere thought of it offended you. "I respect your…" You had to force out your next words. "Kindness, but I don't need help. Not from you. If this world is to falter, then so be it. I would die for it before dishonoring my lineage." You said, a certain air of dignity clinging to the words you spoke. He seemed displeased with your answer. "I'm surprised you would so willingly fall into deaths hands." He mused before taking a sip of his tea. "What does it matter to you?" You questioned, actually curious what the answer would be. "It doesn't." You were disappointed by his reply. "You can fib if you'd like, but if it didn't matter then why come here at all? Why patch my wounds? Or wait for me to awaken?" You questioned him more. He placed his teacup down. "If I may be honest, I'm bored myself. Your cunning ways has my interest piqued. Beyond that, I think you would make a great addition to Devil May Cry." He admitted. You were in no place to make demands. "If I returned with you, would you promise to provide me with the energy needed to sustain this world?" You asked. He nodded softly, but that wasn't enough reassurance. "Promise me my world will be safe…. This place… it means more to me than my own life. It has fostered and raised every generation of my family, my father left it to me. I will not see it perish." You said, your head tilted up slightly. You have always been proud and dignified. As the heir to a family should be. It was how you were raised. "I can assure you, you will be provided with enough energy to keep this world alive. But no more than needed." He said, his gaze piercing yours. He already knew well of your ways and desires. But you were both keepers of your word. "Then I will return with you." You finally gave in. He was satisfied with that, and after that you both made your way to Devil May Cry. You're lucky Nero isn't there when you arrive. It saves some hassle as you and Vergil explain the specifics of the situation to Dante. In true fashion, he seems unbothered by your presence. Trusting his brother to know who's good and who's not. That was the start of your devil hunting days. It's possible your family had hid it from you, that your kind held a deep seated grudge against humans, but ensnaring and killing demons provided you with the same energy as humans did. Your power began to rise again, but only time would tell if you returned to your tricky ways.

[worstaid]

Send ’Fearmonger’ for a drabble about one of my muse’s worst fears.

💉  —— < LENA! >

For a man as young as he, Ludwig was strong. The two men restraining him by either arm had trouble keeping him from tearing free, sometimes clinging to just fabric before they managed to get a firm hold again. He had worked with these men, broke bread with these men, drank with these men, laughed with these men, called these men his friends. The same voices that had shared stories with him nights before were speaking in hushed tones on how to dissemble all he’d worked so hard - so long - to create.

< You went against my direct orders, Ludwig. > he spoke, voice thick with malice. Ludwig could see it, the way he looked down with such passive eyes, his features stolid, never before has such a cruel act been carried out by someone looking so bored. < You’ve wasted enough resources and time. Not just ours, but yours as well. Your time has run out, Ludwig. >

< Ghnn— LENA! >

His voice was brittle, teeth grit while he lunged forward, thrashing like a wild animal to save this. It wasn’t just his time, it was hers! The things he’d done, the things he’d subjected her to, the things she’d asked him to subject her to, it couldn’t all be for nothing. This extreme measure he’d taken was supposed to be the final stage of the process, and it was being torn apart right in front of him.

Her time was running out.

If he could just pause the clock, if he could just—

< You cannot play god, Ludwig. You may be a doctor, but you are still a man. >

For some reason, those words had pulled such vicious strength from deep within him, Ludwig finally broke free. He stumbled, damn-near toppled over trying to get to her, but froze mere steps away. Everything around him was still, the men, the machine, the harsh wind of Germany’s winter, everything but the sound of a beating heart, and a ticking clock.

< ...Lena, >

Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick...

< Lena, please, >

Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick...

< Please forgive me for being just a man. >

And there, suspended in the air, outstretched hand so close to pulling the men away from his work, Ludwig bowed his head,

and listened to her heart, and the clock, stop.

[secretlymagneto]

Worthy

Fic request thing from @princeasimdiya12 ! Gravity Falls and Aladdin crossover with mullet Stan :0

I totally got the timeline wrong with the ages but I thought it would be hilarious if Soos was following Stan around and getting him in trouble as like this little kid that Stan ends up taking under his wind (just like Aladdin has his group of street kids too!)

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Stan was not the sort of man you would trust with a secret. Merchants rarely were those days, but there was something particularly fishy about setting up a booth and inviting customers to view strange beings from other worlds.

 Especially when he was barely old enough to own a business at all, and he sported an ungodly mane of hair.

Was stealing a chicken from the neighbors and painting its eggs gold bad form? Absolutely. Did he care? Not at all. Money was money, and for a poor kid out on the streets, becoming a shady entrepreneur was a talent. 

Besides, everyone liked the Golden Breakfast Chicken. 

So, when Soos came back to the shack one day holding a weird scroll, the first thing Stan thought about was business. Business and how useless a scrap of paper was compared to what Soos was supposed to buy.

“I thought I asked you to get some weird bones from the butcher,” Stan said, crossing his arms. “How are we supposed to make an unholy beast now?”

“You have to see this,” Soos replied, waving the paper around. He hopped over the market stand’s counter, finally out of the desert sun. 

That kid was like...seven. It was almost definitely illegal to hire him but, to be fair, Stan felt like he was doing a service by helping a fellow street kid. Like an orphanage worker or something. Except that Soos had a mother. And Stan was not old enough to be responsible for a child.

“It’s a map!” Soos exclaimed.

“A map,” Stan said flatly. “You spent all our money on a map.”

“A map to a place called the Cave of Wonders.”

“Soos.” Stan took the map, staring at the curving linework. “You got scammed by a scam artist. We’re supposed to be scam artists.”

“But the cave is real!” Soos protested. “I can take you there!”

The kid sent Stan one of his signature pleading looks. Stan sighed, rolling up the map. He couldn’t say no to that.

“If we find any bones in this supposed cave, you’re forgiven.”

“Awesome!” 

Before Stan could say anything more, Soos hopped the counter again and began to run down the street. Stan clamored after him. If this trip took longer than ten minutes, he was using the map for kindling.

-

“This is. A pile. Of sand,” Stan said, gesturing to...a pile of sand.

In fact, in the blazing afternoon light, they were surrounded by dunes of nothing but sand. Sand and a clear blue sky that meant that it wasn’t raining any time soon.

“It was right here! It opened up for me and everything,” Soos insisted.

“You sure it wasn’t a mirage, kid?” Stan asked.

“Well, first I took this beetle thing,” said Soos, pulling something out of his pocket. “Then I put the pieces together.”

The two pieces gleamed in the sunlight. 

“You have gold that you didn’t tell m—” 

Soos smashed the pieces together before Stan could say anything more.

A ray of orange light burst from the pendant. Beams that split in two, laying on the dunes like eyes. 

Then the earth moved and the ground fell beneath them.

“Cool!” Soos exclaimed, staring in awe.

Stan pulled Soos away from the chaos as the desert swirled in rugged waves like an ocean. And then the dune rose. Like a golden tide, sculpting itself with every grain and particle shifting within.

“WHO DARES AWAKEN ME FROM MY SLUMBER?” asked the creature.

Stan let out a high-pitched scream (that he later would not admit to) and almost dropped the map. So it was real. 

“Me! Me!” Soos called.

“Shh!” Stan pulled him back again. “We don’t know what that thing is!”

“THE TREASURE THAT YOU SEEK LIES WITHIN, BUT HE WHO IS WORTHY MAY ENTER.”

“Worthy?” Stan wrinkled his nose.

“TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU ARE WORTH. TOUCH NOTHING ELSE.”

If there was anything he hated more, it was proving his worth. He was a con artist. He took care of the people he cared about. That was that.

“Come on!” Soos called.

Stan watched Soos run off again, into the tiger’s maw. The decision was made for him, apparently. Stan sprinted after him, jumping the teeth and slipping down the stairs where Soos stumbled forward with glee. 

Stan watched him approach the threshold at the bottom of the stairs, wandering into the next room. He waited.

Nothing. Soos had passed. 

Of course, he was worthy. Young, naive, pure of heart and all that. A bit ignorant sometimes, but he was a seven-year-old. His voice echoed against the walls but every second that went by could end with danger. 

Stan scrambled to his feet. Worthy or not, he couldn’t let anything happen to Soos. 

He strode down the remaining stairs until he now stood at the doorway Soos had gone through. His jaw dropped. He had never seen so much gold. Mountains of it, piled on top of itself, shimmering. That wasn’t the vision that sent a chill down his spine. 

The walls told a far different story.

Skeletons littered the corners of the room. Skulls with hollowed stares, punished for their greed. Well, there were the bones he was looking for. 

“Get back here!” Stan called, not daring to go past the threshold.

“Aw, come on man! It’ll be okay!” Soos grabbed an object and ran back.

“There’s something wrong about this place!” 

“Oh! Wait!” Soos stooped down, ready to grab some of the coins off of the ground. “I owe you for spending all the money!”

Take what you’re worth. That was a one-per-person deal, right? Oh no. Soos.

“Don’t touch it!” Stan shouted.

Before he could think, he sped into the room, dodging scattered gold on the ground to reach Soos. 

“Aw hey, you’re worthy!” Soos exclaimed.

And his hand closed on a bunch of coins. And the cavern rumbled.

“YOUR GREED WILL COST YOU YOUR FREEDOM.” 

A large chunk of ceiling fell onto the gold with a crash. Soos almost dropped his handful. Stan shook his head. Might as well keep it at this point.

“Run!” He shouted. He grabbed Soos by the arm and dragged them both to the stairs as sand spilled from the ceiling, flooding the room below. 

“YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE JUDGEMENT.”

“I’ve evaded plenty of court dates!” Stan shouted back, scooping up more coins just for the spite of it. “I can handle another one!”

They made it past the doorway just as a mass of ceiling sealed it off with a final thud.

“We made it,” said Soos.

“Not yet,” Stan replied, glancing up at the exit above.

Time for a climb.

The stairs sank into themselves, becoming a dissolving slide. Stan blinked the dirt from his eyes. His shoes slipped in the river of earth. Soos shouted something. Stan reached for the blue sky at the closing entrance. 

“Just a little… further…”

-

Stan opened his eyes to a dark, starry sky. 

“You made it!” Soos clamored with glee. 

Stan was surrounded by sand. He was beginning to hate the desert if he was going to be honest. 

“We’re alive?” Stan asked groggily.

“Yes! You are alive! And I believe you owe me,” a new voice chimed in.

Stan turned to see a floating creature hovering above him. Not quite real, not quite a vision. Its triangular body glowed gold, just like the lamp Soos was carrying. The creature did a little bow.

“Bill Cipher. Nice to meet you. I’m a genie. Lived in the lamp, yada yada. I’m out now, is the important part,” it said.

“I wished for us to escape!” Soos explained. “He granted me three wishes.”

The triangle creature’s eye squinted in what could almost be described as a smile. 

“You guys made it out of the cave of wonders, huh?” Said Bill. “No small feat there. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

Stan did not like Bill. 

Bill sent him a wave and tipped his hat.

Stan really did not like Bill.

-

Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! This was a TON of fun, I hope you enjoy :D

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Stories of Us

↳ Winter

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre:  Angst, Scifi, Drabble

Words: 1.5K

A/N: This is a winter themed spin-off of a new Scifi fic that I’ll be releasing next year called “Of Stardust and Spacetime”, so it might be a little confusing (but aren’t all of my scifi fics, so what’s new? lol). I hope you guys enjoy this short glimpse! Happy Holidays ^_^

 His name was Jeon Jungkook.

He possessed a pair of doe eyes that could convey more than words are capable of and a penchant for Santa hats and strawberry lollipops. He doesn’t know it yet, but you met him a long, long time ago. Sometimes you have these thoughts, doubts that try to persuade you that it was all a hallucination, and he didn’t actually learn your name on a frosty winter evening when the entire world was masked under the silence of the night. It’s easier to believe that none of it was real because the laws of the universe do not make exceptions for souls separated by millions of light-years.

Waiting under the obscure sky that is unsettlingly tranquil, you hear it as loud as day, the light crunching of footsteps atop freshly fallen snow, gradually getting closer and closer. His dark figure approaches you, leisurely walking up the olden steps of the stone arch bridge; face half hidden by the woolen scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

No matter how many times you’ve replayed this moment in your mind or how many times you’ve experienced such gripping anticipation, you cannot quell the apprehension that builds a home in the pit of your stomach. You cannot rid yourself of the fear that you’ll finally be let down, that this time it’ll be different and he won’t see you. He won’t recognize you.

You can even visualize the scene that has yet to happen, that moment he turns around to look at you with a startled expression, wondering if his ears were tricking him- if maybe you were just a ghost in the wind. You are not ready for that. You know that you never will be, but you’re grateful five seconds of unplanned bravery has gifted you the courage to call out despite the possibility of receiving an answer you fear more than anything.  

“Jungkook” Your voice comes out so hesitant and withdrawn you regret not being firmer, not being more adamant about your desire to grab his attention. Balling your hands into fists, you can do nothing but wait. The seconds tick by as you watch the sound waves travel to his ear.

At the vibration of his name, the figure looks up, wide eyes softening as a smile of recognition spreads across his face.

“Y/N?”

He’s looking at you like you are not invisible, like you are not a projection from a distant planet that was destroyed countless millennia ago in reference to Earth’s timeline. He’s even kept his gaze at eye level, like he knows how tall you are even though your physical form is unknown to him.

The lump in your throat has dissipated and you nod slowly, waiting for his next move.

“You came?”

“I would not be here for anyone else.” You state rather confidently, despite the burning heat that rises to your cheeks.

He chuckles lightly, taking a step forward cautiously. “I knew you would.” 

You don’t fully understand what he means by that, but you aren’t given time to dwell over it as you find yourself accepting his offer to take a stroll under the twinkling Christmas lights adorning the trees that line the park. His expression is the picture of calm as he tells you about what he has been doing lately: buying presents for his family and friends, setting up Christmas decorations, and preparing food for all the festivities.

“It used to be a lot easier when I was younger.” He sighs wearily, releasing an amused huff. “I only had to worry about falling asleep on the night before Christmas and not letting the excitement keep me up.” He places his hands on his hips as he scrutinizes the iridescent ornaments on the center tree, randomly juxtaposed but perfectly complementary.  

“When you were younger?” You repeat, recalling the little boy who not only had teeth like a bunny but also ran like one. Does he know you knew him then too?

“I guess it’s normal to be reminded of childhood during this time of year.” He continues walking, falling silent as he waits for you to chime in like you always do.      

You know he’s going to wonder why you are so quiet today, why you haven’t spoken much at all. There’s usually more laughter, more life in your interactions, but the inevitable parting hangs heavy in your chest.

You inhale the frozen air, letting its icy vapor fill your lungs and numb the tightening in your chest. “It is said that our last night together would be on Christmas Eve.” Exhaling, you drop your fixation, not brave enough to meet his eyes that have landed on you.

“It’s tonight, isn’t it?” He murmurs almost inaudibly, not really waiting for a reply. “How much time do we have?”

“Not much”

Despite trying to sound soothing, your voice catches in your throat. You’ve thought about this day many times over, questioned yourself why forgetting is so difficult, why you are so reluctant to let him go. He should not know of your existence to begin with, yet he’s inexplicably able to sense your presence in that place that only the two of you know. It is not your fault that your paths crossed when it should have been unimaginable, when you fell into a fate you did not have the power to control.

Even so, time passes for everyone, and nothing can be avoided forever. You’ve long accepted that all things come to an end, but you can’t help but wish some things didn’t. Perhaps it is your fault for growing attached, for being greedy…for wanting more, but how could you not wish for those things when you’ve stood under his impossibly affectionate gaze, one that should never have been meant for you.

“There are stories of us, you know…” Smiling wistfully, you continue to stare at the scintillating lights, allowing their warm glow to reflect off of your nearly transparent irises. “Sometimes I read about them... and I think about you.”

He doesn’t speak right away, whether it was to allow for your words to sink in or for the purpose of finding the right response, you aren’t sure. The atmosphere is so eerily stagnant the only thing you can hear is your own subdued breathing.

Small flecks of snow are beginning to drift down from the dark night sky, carried gently by the frozen air. You take advantage of the stillness; knowing that this was your last chance to say it.

“Will you remember that I existed? And that I stood next to you, just like this?”

For a moment you reason that he may have stopped listening, that your time had ran out and the end had robbed you of your last request. Just as you were lifting your head to take a peak, your breath hitches as he gently turns to face you at the very same time. A crisp breeze flutters by as the two of you stand there motionlessly facing each other for what feels like a glimpse of eternity, the dazzling illuminations unwavering as the night grows old. Jungkook tentatively lifts a hand to touch your cheek. The force of his sudden tangible warmth is enough to cause you to stumble backwards upon contact, and you would have collapsed if it weren’t for his arm that moved swiftly to catch you- to cradle you in his embrace.  

“H-how…” You’re stunned beyond comprehension. This was not possible. There’s no way he can hold you like this when you are not actually here, when you have never been more than a projection in his world.  

The faint upturn of his lip tells you he knows more than you assumed. He’s observing your full form for what you think is the first time, eyes flickering as they land on the pieces of you coalescing into physical matter for a fleeting pause in time.

“The language of the universe is much too complex for light to capture its mysteries and tell its entire history.” He’s speaking as you delicately lay in his arms, thoughts frantically racing but steadily coming to a standstill as you begin to read the last story hidden in his glassy eyes. “There is a wave much longer than that of light and even sound. It ripples across the multiverse, and sings of events like the collision of black holes burning with the energy of three billion suns, brighter than all the stars in all the galaxies in all the universes.” His breathing slows, and his voice grows hushed. “But most importantly, it sings of you, transcending the stratums of space and time to meet me in the place I will always be waiting.”

“J-Jungkook…” You’re just mouthing the syllables because sound does not make its way out of your throat.

He presses his lips against yours, and that’s when you hear his voice in your head.

“I always listen, and I can always see you.”

...

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A very happy birthday to the lovely @the-reylo-void! Here’s a little gift especially for you, with the moodboard made by me and a drabble below by the one and only, @kylorenvevo! We sincerely hope you enjoy it all, and happy birthday! 

The Snow Queen: original tale by Hans Christian Andersen

"They say the devil made a mirror," old Maz told Rey one flickering fireplace night when a chill wind blew in from the Kattegat, "a mirror that distorted all reflections and magnified all flaws so that even the most beautiful landscapes and the best of persons were turned horrid and ghoulish and mean. Anyone who looked into the mirror would see not one good thing left about themselves; it was all corrupted by dark arts. The devil tried to carry the mirror up to heaven, wanting to make fools of the angels and of God, but it slipped from his grasp and fell back to earth, shattering into a hundred million tiny pieces, each one no larger than a grain of sand. These pieces flew about in the wide world. They got into people's eyes and made them see only ugly, hateful things, and they splintered into people's chests and turned their hearts into lumps of ice..."

Rey did not forget this story even as she grew up and most other folktales of her childhood were subjected to the wear and tear of eking out a meager existence. Perhaps it was the kindness Maz had shown her that night, letting her sit by the fire of the pub when it was too late and too cold to walk back to the orphanage, that lingered. In any case, the images remained burned into her memory, a mirror falling from the sky as God and the devil and all the angels looked on, the myriad glittering shards scattered about every which way by many winds.

Ben spoke of winds, too. "The Finland woman is clever," he told Rey one afternoon as they sat side by side and shivered and watched the dark canals ripple in the icy breeze. "She can twist all the winds of the world together into a knot. If the sailor loosens one knot, then he has a good wind; if a second, then it blows stiff; if he undoes the third and fourth, then it rages and upturns the forests."

He was something of a scholar, was the object of Rey's misplaced affections, and he specialized in folktales because he was also a dreamer, which was the worst possible combination for the son of a man who believed only in what he earned by sweat and cunning and a woman who bore the weight of leadership on her shoulders.

"So there is the Finland woman," Rey said, attempting to follow along, "and then there is the Lapland woman, who writes messages to her sister on the scales of fish."

"And then there is the Snow Queen," Ben added wistfully. "They say her eyes are like stars and her skin is made of ice, and that she is very beautiful."

Rey scowled. "But cold to the touch, surely?"

Ben stared at her with his warm brown eyes, the corner of his generous mouth loping into a wry half-smile. "And what," he challenged, "would you know of touch?"

Rey lifted her nose in the air, affecting the haughtiness she'd learned to mimic from more well-off girls. "I know enough." She was painfully aware that she had no right to be jealous, but eighteen was a difficult age, especially when one was in love with the mayor's older, more worldly son, who for the most part still treated her as if she were the ragged little urchin he'd caught picking roses from his mother's garden ten years ago.

Ben's gaze darkened with something that Rey couldn't understand but filled her heart with anticipation and nervousness in equal measure. He reached out as if to touch her cheek, but then another gust of wind blew through the town, rattling shutters and spinning weather-vanes wildly on their poles, and he recoiled as if she'd struck him, drawing back his hand to curl it over his heart in a fist.

"What's wrong?" Rey asked.

"My chest hurts." Ben looked down at the water over which their feet were dangling, and he blinked rapidly. "And I think there's something in my eye."

*

He was cruel to her after that day. He'd never been a particularly kind person, but now it was as if all his bad traits had been amplified. He sneered at her and made her feel ugly and stupid, and his already tense relationship with his parents took a turn for the worse. Elf-touched, the old people soon started whispering, but it wasn't until the town drunk swore up and down and by all the saints that he'd seen Ben Solo whisked away on a white sled in the middle of the night that Rey realized she'd known it all along.

*

She wanted to start looking for him right away, but the roads were impassable this far along into winter, piled high with snowdrifts. "Wait until spring," Maz advised, and so it was a few months later when Rey set out into the thawing world, afraid that she was already too late.

She followed the river, because the drunk had last seen the sled gliding over its frozen surface. It wasn't frozen now but, rather, was a wild and joyous thing roaring in its banks; it took Rey to strange new lands where the flowers talked and the wolves watched her with human eyes, and along the way she asked every living thing she met if they had seen Ben. But the flowers knew only their own old rhymes and spoke only of what they had dreamed during the long winter beneath the soil.

"The woman in her long robe stands upon the funeral pile as the flames rise around her and her dead husband," boomed the tiger lily, "and thinks on the living one in the surrounding circle, the fire of whose eyes pierces her heart more than the heat which soon will burn her body to ashes."

"Two little girls sit on a swing beneath the trees, rocking themselves backwards and forwards," sighed the snowdrop. "Their older brother holds a little cup in one hand and a clay pipe in the other; he is blowing soap bubbles that float in charming, changing colors. A swing, a bursting bubble, such is my song!"

"Three sisters made of glass," tolled the bells of the hyacinth, "dance beside a calm lake in the clear moonshine. They vanish into the wood and then three coffins glide out of the forest and across the lake, glow-worms flying around like little lights. Do the dancing maidens sleep, or are they dead?"

All this talk about funerals and coffins caused Rey to worry even more. She eventually found a patch of thorny red roses and asked them, "Do you know where Ben is? Do you think he is dead?"

"Dead he most certainly is not," said the roses. "We have been in the earth where all the dead are, and he was not there."

The relief was overwhelming, but the sight of the roses called to Rey's mind the summer day where Ben found her in his mother's garden, so many long years ago. She sat down and screwed her face up so she wouldn't cry, an act that she'd come to view as a weakness over the course of a hard life.

The ever-watchful wolves wandered near, their muzzles stained with the blood of a fresh kill. "Why are you making that face?" one of them asked. "It is an odder expression than when you humans show your teeth to express joy, odder than when water drips from your eyes in your sorrow."

"I'm looking for someone," Rey answered. "The Snow Queen took him away."

The wolves cocked their heads and flicked their furry tails. "There is spring and summer and autumn and winter, an endless, unchanging cycle that drives the wheels of the world," said the wolf who spoke for the pack. "Birds fly south and we ourselves come down from the mountains and the flowers shed their finery. All realms must bow to the Snow Queen."

"I don't care," Rey growled. "I want him back."

Hunger was the most enduring language that wolves could understand in their bones. They helped her, then, cornering a reindeer in the forest and extolling the trembling beast to carry Rey to the Snow Queen's palace. Rey clung to the reindeer's brown coat as it galloped over the wide plains and through shining valleys, to the glaciers and deep coastal fjords where even spring and summer and autumn dared not tread. Blue and green lights pulsed in the black sky and the reindeer snuffled happily, for all northern creatures dearly love the Aurora Borealis, but its hooves clattered to a stop at the edges of the Snow Queen's garden, and it quailed at the thought of going further.

Taking pity on the poor beast, Rey dismounted. She walked on foot through the bitter cold, fat snowflakes burning her eyes and her lips as she stumbled towards a great portal sculpted from knife-sharp ice.

A knight in a suit of white armor was standing guard, but he took pity on Rey when she explained her purpose. "You're in luck," he said, taking off his helmet to reveal the dark and handsome face beneath. "The Snow Queen has gone to have a look down into the black caldrons," by which he meant Vesuvius and Etna, "and to give them a coating of white, for that is as it ought to be. As for myself, I dream of warmer lands and perhaps it is time I go see them."

"There's a reindeer outside the entrance," Rey told him in payment for his kindness. "You may take it and go where you wish."

"What about you?"

"Ben and I will find our own way back."

The knight thanked her profusely and left his post, and she soldiered on. The walls of the palace were made of driving snow, and the windows and the doors of screaming arctic winds. There were more than a hundred hallways there, lit up by the frosty, jeweled colors of the Aurora, and they were all so large and empty and cold.

She found Ben in a long, echoing chamber, the northern lights casting colored veils over his pale face as he sat by the window. He stood up when he saw her, and he was thinner than she remembered, dressed in severe black robes. But it was still him, after all this time, and Rey all but barreled into him, lifting herself up on her toes to throw her arms around his neck. To her own very great surprise and annoyance, she started crying as she buried her face in his chest.

*

The warmth of Rey's tears melted the lump of ice that was Ben's heart and consumed the splinter of the looking-glass caught within. He wrapped his arms around her, tentatively at first, his gloved fingers running through her hair. Once it registered that this was not a dream, that she was really here, his embrace grew tighter and more fervent, and he bowed his head and wept into her neck. His own tears flushed out the shard of glass in his eye and, when he finally drew back to look upon her face, her cheeks wet with tears and her freckles faded by the winter and her chapped lips nearly blue with cold, she was the most beautiful thing in the world. As she had always been to him, before the devil's mirror, before the Snow Queen.

"I..." Rey hiccuped, kissing the covered palm of his hand as he lovingly cradled her face. "I gave away our ride."

Ben laughed, a sharp and rusty and long-unused sound, and he pressed his lips to her forehead. "I don't mind walking."

"It's a very long walk," Rey said, smiling as her hand found his and their fingers tangled together beneath the northern lights.

He shrugged. "So we'll do some sightseeing along the way. And maybe we can talk a bit, and I'll tell you everything I should have said long ago."

Rey nodded her assent and they left the icy palace hand in hand, warmth unfurling between them every time their eyes met, like a promise of summer.

[guksthighs]

Treasure Hunter

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: honeycutelove said: So I wanted to request a Jungkook fic, because out of all the ones I read, I always loved coming to read your works especially your tattoo artist au! So can you do a Egyptian Jungkook ? I kinda said it on my page 😅 and it hasn’t left my mind since.

Summary: Jeongguk and Taehyung are just looking for a treasure but they find you instead; sentenced to be locked away for thousands of years due to a deal you made. 

Genre: angst, fluff, egypt au, treasure hunter au

Length: 3.4k

A/N: this was such a lovely request and it gave me a writing itch that was hella powerful. and now we have this hella long drabble but i hope you enjoy it!!

The darkness was an old friend, but although it felt like it was all you had ever known; there had been a time when the orange sun would greet you through the thin linen drapes of your room before the maids would bathe and dress you.

But you had sacrificed everything, all the riches and jewels to see your brother again, who had been poisoned leaving you his successor. Your brother who had raised your people with no guidance from your parents, killed by a mad man leaving you the unwilling Pharoah, and you refused to believe your decision was unwise.

The tears you had shed the following months to his death would have been enough to fill the Red Sea, and you often found yourself seeking solace in the paintings that lined the palace walls, colourful depictions of your brother’s life as he rose from the death of your parents to provide life and order to his people.

But one night there was something dark waiting for you, having been drawn by your grief. As the shadows moved, collecting in one corner of the room where a figure was formed and instantly you dropped to your knees for the God of death, Anubis.

“Young Pharaoh, your grief seems unable to cease and your leadership has been weakened,” his black ears twitched slightly as the wind whipped through the room, and you felt almost hypnotised by his liquid gold eyes that came more into view as he tilted his head slightly.

“My God, Anubis, he was taken too soon. I would do anything to see him again,” you fell to your knees, your hand trailing down the wall and the painted version of your brother’s smiling face, you knew you were playing with fire as he began to approach you, his feet silent against the stone floor.

“Anything?” His voice was low, and you could hear the threat in it but you still nodded fiercely watching as with an elegant action of his hand, he produced a long, old, black knife and held it out to you, “If you grasp this knife, you will see your brother again,” your hand lunged for it but he let out a deep chuckle before holding it up and out of your reach, “I will take your body as a payment.”

The torches all blew out, casting the room into darkness as he watched you with interest as you still reached for the knife, wincing as it cut your palm, instead of the usual blood that would bubble to the surface the injury turned pitch black and the surrounding veins carried the colour down but when you looked back up, your brother was standing in front of you with his arms spread and all thoughts of the mistake you may have made disappeared.

The torches relit and you could see the bright smile on his face as you stepped away to look at him, “I love you Y/N,” your eyes welled with tears as he pulled you into a hug, and you were surprised he still smelt like honey and sage as you rubbed your face into his shoulder. However, when he continued to talk you found yourself remembering him telling you stories before bed, “but you’ve made a mistake. Anubis will destroy our people, you must run,” his hands were on your shoulders as he dug his fingers in so tight you were forced to wince away, shaking your head in confusion.

But as he began to melt away into the shadows, you lunged forward to grab him, but your hands gripped onto thin air and you felt your eyes welling up with tears as you felt his absence even harder in your heart. But as a hand ran through your hair, you remembered the deal you had made; turning to face Anubis, who chuckled at your tear streaked face before running a finger over your cheeks, collecting the tears before licking his finger clean, “humans are so frail.”

Then your body was engulfed by the shadows as your veins seemed to fill with ice, and when you caught your reflection you suddenly realised maybe you hadn’t made the wisest decision as liquid gold eyes stared back at you.

The feeling of losing control scared you, you could feel him under your skin trying to take over and without thinking you let out a scream as you threw yourself against the wall trying to get him to leave, but the hollow laugh in your head had you clawing at your skin to rid yourself of the invasion. The clink of gold as it fell to the floor along with your screams and grunts alerted the guards to your struggle, the rushed in to find you on all fours surrounded by torn clothing and jewellery.

“Get the priest,” the rest of the guards focused on holding you as they dragged your kicking figure towards your chambers, but as you slid away you felt yourself losing the fight and you began to worry what Anubis would do if he got control of your people.

The priest rushed into your chamber, halting when he saw you secured to a chair, and when your head snapped up to look at him,  he backed away before glancing towards the other people of authority in the room waiting to hear if you were okay, “She is dead, however as Anubis resides in her body we cannot proceed with a proper burial, we must deal with this swiftly.”

You heard his words as if you were underwater, like when you dunked your head in the bath and you knew you had lost control as you felt yourself being carried somewhere, and then darkness.

***

“My Egyptian isn’t as rusty as you think it is Tae, stop translating everything for me like I’m a kid or an amateur,” Jeongguk pushed his hair out of his face before securing it with his red headband, whilst desperately trying not to fall off the camel that was swaying relentlessly.

“Someone asked you what your name was and you said ‘yes, I’m a treasure hunter’,” Taehyung laughed as Jeongguk let out a loud exhale, he hadn’t been to Egypt for a long time having had a tip about an old shipwreck and after discovering the riches, he had basked in the sun of wherever he wanted for almost a year, not having to crawl into small spaces or learn new languages.

But Taehyung was an old friend, and he couldn’t say no when his friend had mentioned a treasure more valuable than those usually found in the ancient, at , crumbling pyramids. But as the sweltering heat made sweat roll down his temple, he tried not to think of the penthouse in Dubai that he had stayed at, the one with the infinity pool and a view that would never be beaten, overlooking shiny buildings and a bit further the cerulean coloured sea.

Now his horizon showed him a very different picture; in the distance loomed the pyramids and Jeongguk felt like he was hallucinating due to dehydration as he looked at the architectural brilliance, almost five thousand years old. The pyramid they were heading to, the locals described as haunted, a promising start if there ever was one Jeongguk thought to himself.

The hieroglyphics surrounding the entrance apparently promised a fate worse than death to those who entered, but that wasn’t unusual as he remembered the first pyramid he had entered with Taehyung, almost ten years ago promising that they would encounter endless bad luck, instead they had found riches beyond their comprehension. Jeongguk reached for the gold knife that was secured in its sheath around his waist ever since Taehyung had found it abandoned in a pyramid and given it to him as a present, the knife that always reminded him of his past and to stay true to who he was.

The pyramids became larger as they got closer, Jeongguk’s camel was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as his knees rubbed against the tough fabric atop the hump, Jeongguk had always hated camels. So when they finally reached the pyramid, he didn’t wait for the guides to help him off; deciding instead, to hurl his body off the camel and into soft sand, to the amusement of Taehyung as Jeongguk scrambled to avoid being trampled.

“Amateur,” Taehyung coughed, and Jeongguk turned to his friend with a smirk about to throw a handful of sand in his face, before the elder pulled out his journal. Jeongguk decided to forgive him this once as he followed Taehyung to sit in the shade provided by the looming pyramid. Taehyung had decided it was a good time to discuss the plan, but Jeongguk wasn’t one for plans as he ran his fingers through the grains of sand, before standing to trace the engravings surrounding the entrance in interest, “are you even listening?” Taehyung growled, before standing and slamming his book shut, reaching into his back to grab a lighter and his torch.

“I prefer raid first, plan later,” Jeongguk replied, pulling his lighter from his pocket and following Taehyung inside hoping there would be an old torch he would get to light, because those always made the experience way more fun. With a smile, Taehyung picked up one from the wall and handed it to Jeongguk, before lighting his own as they both turned to look at each other with large smiles of excitement.

But a large gust of wind ripped through the entrance, howling as it travelled down the corridor and Taehyung shared a confused look with Jeongguk, usually the wind would be completely silent due to objects and treasures absorbing the brunt of the force, but it seemed maybe this place had already been ransacked; but that didn’t stop them from tentatively continuing to walk down, Jeongguk jokingly brushed his hand against TAehyung who leapt into the air, “you scared TaeTae?”

Taehyung scoffed, as he glanced down at the usual structure of the pyramids in the area continuing to walk forward, “No but I bet you are, little Gukkie.” If there was any nickname that would piss Jeongguk off this much, Taehyung had stumbled upon it a few years ago and was relentless in his use of it.

Their pace sped up as the sandy walls of the corridor seemed unending, and they both noticed the lack of decorations on the wall and how new all of the stones looked, compared to the worn down passages they were used to travelling from years of locals and explorers, in general, there was something off and Jeongguk didn’t like it as the hair on his arms raised.

“Guk, can you see that?” Taehyung nudged him before signalling to the end of the corridor where the dark shadows had collected unnaturally as if something was blocking the light. As they approached, tiptoeing although they knew it was stupid, quickly they realised it was the solid gold coffin that had been creating the shadow, and Jeongguk dropped his torch in surprise as it glittered in the light.

Although the local’s belief had been correct, the boys were still on edge as the journey had been too straight forward, and there had been no jewels, clothing or even boxes of decayed food leading up to the coffin. This would have been normal for any death, but the coffin was made of solid gold meant the corpse was a Pharaoh and therefore to be without any treasures, something was definitely wrong.

Taehyung circled the coffin slowly, inspecting the unscratched gold with a wide smile, but Jeongguk was more intrigued at what was inside as he reached into his bag for his crowbar, and slotting it between the openings in the coffin he applied enough pressure making it pop open, “You fucking idiot!” Taehyung screeched but the words didn’t reach Jeongguk’s ears as he was too busy inspecting what looked like black liquid leaking out of the coffin in interest.

But soon the leak, had caused the coffin lid to fall on the floor with a heavy clatter before a swarm of what looked like shadows emerged from the coffin as the boys stumbled back, Taehyung reaching for Jeongguk who had taken the brunt of the attack and when it finally cleared up, Jeongguk felt a weight on his chest, opening his eyes to see a girl sitting on his stomach, liquid gold eyes clearing up as she stared at him in shock before collapsing onto him with a gasp.

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“What the fuck are we meant to do?” You watched the boys pace back and forth, and noticed that had been a phrase repeated ever since they had found you. When you had landed on Jeongguk’s chest and revealed you were, in fact, a Pharaoh of Egypt, was the first time you had heard the phrase. It had been repeated multiple times, as they lifted you onto the back of the camel and taken you to their camp.

You knew they were not speaking Egyptian anymore, yet your understanding of what they were saying was perfect, and you realised all the time locked up with Anubis had given you the power of language.

They had repeated that phrase again when you squirmed out of Jeongguk’s arms to run to the exit, before collapsing on the warm sand, tears streaming down your face as you looked at the sun that you thought you would never see again. The warmth that beat down on your skin and the soft scratch from the sand that had you digging your hands into it and enjoying the feeling and sight of anything other than darkness.

That was probably when they believed you were delusional, Taehyung, the boy with the sandy hair and kind eyes had given you water and insisted that you travel back with them so they could find your family. They had decided that you had been locked up by someone as a practical joke, but you knew who you were and why you had been locked away; punishment.

When you had insisted on sitting on Jeongguk’s camel, Taehyung had laughed when he had begun to complain, before he smiled at you and sent a glare to Jeongguk whilst helping you up, “Guk, people who are saved form a connection with their saviour. You saved her, therefore, she’s your problem now,”

You had frowned, “I am a problem?” The boys had looked at you in surprise when you had spoken, astounded that you had understood what they were saying as before Taehyung had translated you claiming you were a Pharoah.

But Jeongguk had enjoyed your company, you could tell by his blush and a small smile as he followed the group, and you wondered why he felt so familiar to you, why when your arms wrapped around his waist to hold on, you slotted perfectly in with his body.

When the boys had finally stopped complaining about their situation, you stopped looking back at your past day, looking up at Jeongguk who was holding something black and shiny in his hand and staring at it intently, “What is that in your hand?” Jeongguk glanced down at you in surprise.

“It’s a phone,” you raised an eyebrow as you tilted your head to look at it better, before he bent down to show you it. You had never seen anything so amazing, grabbing it from his hands as you mimicked what he had done, tapping on the screen and watching the picture change in amusement,

“I like this,” he smiled at your almost childish side before brushing the sand off of his shirt, making you glance at it in interest, “your style is awful, why do you cover your chest and why do you wear sleepwear on your legs?”

Jeongguk laughed, looking down at his trousers and trying to absorb what you had said as you sat opposite him wearing a borrowed white dress from one of the women staying at the camp, “It is bad manners to walk around without a top now,” you nodded in understanding.

Taehyung assumed you had suffered a concussion of sorts and had decided you were a Pharaoh, but Jeongguk agreed only to stop himself from being teased. But he believed you were telling the truth, you had told him about your life whilst sitting behind him on the camel, and there was something regal about you and for some reason, he felt like he knew you, that you would never lie to him.

“Jeongguk, get in here and help me file this necklace,” Taehyung shouted from inside a tent and as jeongguk leapt u, you followed him in interest to see the necklace. The tent was dimly lit and as you looked around for Taehyung, you noticed a very familiar object on the table, your necklace. Without a word, you walked over to it, picking it up in your hands as you felt your eyes begin to water at the remembrance that you had outlived everyone you had ever known and loved, your fingers traced the back of the sun shape and with a click, it unlocked to reveal a small portrait of your brother.

“Y/N?” Jeongguk’s hand landed on your shoulder, as he turned you slightly so he could see your expression, confused that you knew how to unlock it before realising it was yours, “Taehyung, I think the necklace is Y/N’s.” Taehyung grunted in acknowledgement, and you realised he didn’t believe you before you ran out of the tent, necklace clutched in your hand.

Jeongguk found you sitting in the sand, watching the sunset streak the sky with colours of orange and pink as you stroked the necklace lightly, he set the glass of water next to you, before sitting across from you and waiting for you to talk; which you did, “I have no place here anymore, no brother, no people to lead, no purpose. Thank you for releasing me from that hell, but I think it is time for me to join my people.”

You finally looked down from the sky, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes and as he tilted his head with a smile, you suddenly realised why you felt a connection to him, he looked exactly like your old fiance. jeongguk noticed your smile and shifted so he was sitting next to you, as he admired the view, you let yourself lean your head on his shoulder.

Jeongguk felt a sense of content, as he stroked your hair slowly, happy to see you relaxed and smiling instead of feeling out of place and as you looked up locking eyes with him, you felt drawn to his chocolate eyes, leaning forward until with a shout Taehyung interrupted the moment.

“Holy shit! I’ve made a huge discovery,” Taehyung shouted, he was holding his phone and as he came to a halt in front of you both, he stuck the device in your faces and you realised it was art form the palace walls, depicting your marriage to your fiance, that looked exactly like Jeongguk, “Guk, tell me that doesn’t look like you and the girl like Y/N! What does it mean Y/N? Are you married?”

You shook your head, thinking of the life you had left behind was still painful to you when you felt like only days had passed, when really it had been thousands of years, but you still wanted to explain. “It was foretelling the future of my marriage, I never was married and yes Jeongguk is the spitting image of my fiance.”

Jeongguk looked down at your interlinked hands, before pulling them into his lap and looking into your eyes, “Do you think I’m a reincarnation of your fiance?” Jeongguk had always believed in myths and it wasn’t too much for him to believe that destines soulmates would find each other in their next lives, so when you pursed your lips and nodded slowly, his heart began to beat in excitement.

Without thinking, he leant forward and pressed a swift kiss to your lips, before pulling you into a bone crushing hug, “I have always felt incomplete, but right here with you in my arms. I finally feel like I have found my missing piece, and I loved you even before I knew who I was to you.”

You smiled at him, before leaning back into a kiss, laughing as he complained about the sand that was all over your cheeks, but he still kissed them before kissing you on the lips in a kiss that had you seeing stars, and finally freeing you from the shackles the shadows had once controlled.

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