#'youre doing great. please do not stop' 'then would you mind Shutting your Trap'

[tai-janai]

im glad so many people agree that, even if you ship them with other voices primarily, you have to admit: paranoid is literally hero's wife

[shomatoriashi]

09/29/24; 02:45pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you’re on your period ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel + bonus

when sylus found you curled up in bed, unable to move or utter a sentence that didn't begin with a whimper-

he knew that it was that time of the month once more, causing you to trap yourself in a cocoon made from your blankets while surrounded by your favorite plushies. after finishing his routine for the day, sylus adjusts his tie, rufescent eyes filled with sympathy for you. with a gentle hum of your name, he settles himself beside your cocoon, feeling his added weight make the mattress dip in response.

you weakly peek at him from beneath the confines of your comforter, making sylus chuckle in response as he gently brushed back your hair. "hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?"

"i could be better..." cue another whimper escaping from you, the sudden jolt of pain felt rippling across your abdomen as you curled up even further into your cocoon. with a sigh of your name, sylus leans forward to press a lingering kiss against your hair.

"i know how painful this is for you, so you just remain in bed for as long as you need to. alert luke or kieran if you need anything, and i'll make sure mephisto keeps an eye on you as well."

"don't you think that's overkill, sy?" your grumbling words manages to earn a chuckle from sylus, with him leaning down to press another lingering kiss against your hair.

"please, nothing is too over the top for me, especially when it comes to you, darling."

while sylus wished for nothing more than to remain by your side as you went through so much pain, he had a busy day ahead of him and responsibilities he could not quite drop at the last minute. with his itinerary in mind, he says his goodbyes to you once more before leaving your shared bedroom.

while leaving the mansion, he gives luke and kieran strict orders to leave you alone and remain on their best behavior, reminding them that they were only allowed to enter his bedroom if and when you needed anything. the twins both give him a mock salute, promising him that they would take care of you and protect you when needed.

the hours go by, and despite the several meetings and conferences he attended with potential clients, his mind would always inevitably go back to you. when moving from place to place, sylus would stop by a gift shop or store, picking up some items he knew you would need.

by the late evening, sylus returns home with numerous bags in his hand. kieran was the first to greet him, letting out a low whistle. "wow, can i just say whipped much?"

"shut it." sylus grunts at him, demanding that he alert the cooks so that they can prepare dinner for you. giving him another mock salute, kieran's laughter was heard echoing throughout the hallways, making a vein pop against his forehead.

taking great strides towards the room, he opens the door, feeling his prior annoyance disappear and the way his heart melts with empathy for you. you were still settled in bed, with the blankets wrapped around you. "i'm home, sweetheart."

"sylus...!" happiness was seen in your gaze when you get out of your cocoon, making his heart race at the mere sight of you. he joins you in bed, pulling you into his lap while giving you the various bags. you giggle, setting aside the feminine pads, eyes taking in the various snacks he had bought for you. upon feeling an ice cold carton, your mood becomes significantly better seeing your favorite flavor of ice cream. you end up grabbing the ice cream as you tossed aside the lid and dug into it with the provided spoon.

your lover chuckles in amusement, tracing the tip of his nose against your hair, "do you feel better now?"

"yes." you answer him with a giggle, cuddling your body even closer to his as you felt the aches and pain of your period slowly melt away while in his embrace.

"ah, i see that you are menstruating."

heat was felt against your cheeks when zayne notices your sour mood and the blood stains seen against the sheets. this was your first month living together with him, and despite how you couldn't help or control the intensity of your cycle, you still felt embarrassed.

"s-sorry, i should have slept with a towel beneath me. i'll be sure to wash-"

but zayne cuts off your nervous rants while saying your name in a stern (but gentle) tone, "there's no need to feel embarrassed. what you're going through is just part of a female's anatomy. it's something you can't control, and i'm not upset with you at all."

you pout at him, hiding your face beneath the blankets while speaking to zayne, almost dejectedly, "i guess you're right."

zayne sighs, looking away from you all while adjusting his tie. "i have to work soon, will you be alright by yourself?"

you meet his gaze, your heart racing with anticipation. deep down, you wanted to experience what it was like to be in zayne's embrace, having him comfort you through your pain and discomfort that came with your cycle. yet, you didn't want to be a selfish girlfriend, or have him dislike you when your relationship was still so fresh and new to you and him both.

"n-no, i think i'll be fine, zayne. i'll see you tonight, okay?"

zayne gives you a stiff nod, already closing the door to your bedroom before stepping outside. you felt a little disappointed, watching as zayne left you with little hesitation. with plans to pout yourself to sleep, you let out a huff and ducked your head beneath the covers, curling into a fetal position to help with easing the excruciating pain that came with your cramps.

you were ready to close your eyes when the door opens once more, revealing zayne. sitting up in bed, you run a hand through your hair, trying to hide your pout, "what is it? did you forget something?"

he shakes his head in response, "no, it didn't feel right to leave you here all alone. even if i did go to work, my mind would be preoccupied with you and your sad face."

you were about to deny that you felt sad at the thought of him leaving, yet the words refused to come out of your mouth. instead, you watch as zayne takes off his tie, unbuttoning his shirt before rejoining you in bed.

"don't worry." a soft chuckle was heard against your ear, "i already called in and decided to use one of my pto days. another surgeon will take my place for the day, and i'll come back in a few days, when you feel better."

it takes you a herculean effort to hide your grin, and when you couldn't handle it anymore, you hid your face within his chest. "but you're the best cardiac surgeon akso hospital has."

"and there are other competent surgeons as well." zayne answers you, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

as he rubs comforting circles against your abdomen, you felt your eyelids grow heavier. unable to remain awake, you fell into a peaceful slumber while in zayne's embrace, smiling in your sleep when you felt something soft pressed against your hair.

a soft moan was the sole form of communication you could manage when xavier wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling your jostling movements against the shared bed.

"hey, what is it? what's wrong?" his voice was thick with sleep, blue eyes lazily looking down at you and how you were practically clinging to him. another whimper was heard coming from you, with your body practically curling up against his.

"sorry, these cramps seem to hit me at the worst times." you manage to admit to your hunter boyfriend, making his eyes go wide when he sees the spot of blood against his sheets. he hears another whimper coming from you, and finally decides to pull you even closer to him. knowing that you were in pain makes xavier hyper-focused on helping you feel better.

"sssh, it's okay, i'm here, i'm here." xavier adjusts his hold on you, purposely cradling your body against his. with your back pressed against his chest, he allows the palm of his hand to flatten against your abdomen, trying to massage the cramps that you felt.

with his gentle massages and soft words of reassurance, you visibly began to relax, letting out a soft moan while pressing yourself even closer to his chest. no words were spoken as xavier continues to comfort you. "it's late at night, so there's not much i can do, but when morning comes, i can take you out to get breakfast at your favorite café."

your pain manages to ease up, allowing you to practically melt against him. feeling drowsy now, you give xavier a nod, turning around so that you could hide your face within his chest. "mhmm, sounds good... xavier."

the young hunter chuckles, pressing one last kiss against your forehead, taking a moment to admire your sleeping features before closing his eyes once more, not daring to let you go as he keeps you pressed against him.

rafayel was able to sense when it was that time of the month for you. you didn't have to complain about your pain or how uncomfortable it was.

in fact, your lover actually takes a break from work, setting his artworks to the side while tending to your every need. him spoiling you so much makes you utterly giddy, unable to contain your happiness as rafayel took care of you during your time of need.

from ordering all of your favorite foods, to hand feeding you your favorite desserts, it was easy to say that he treated you like a queen while in his care. and it was thanks to his thorough care that you found your monthly cycles to be much more bearable.

at the end of the day, rafayel keeps you in his embrace, stripping both you and him of your clothes before preparing a bath for you. while the porcelain tub fills with water, the artist takes a moment to select your favorite scented bubbles before pouring it into the warm waters.

as the bubbles began to multiply with the rapidly filling water, rafayel shuts off the faucet, giving you a mischievous grin before entering the tub with you still in his arms. your giggles echo throughout the bathroom, and you felt so content and happy while hiding your face within the base of his throat.

with a hum of your name, rafayel places the palm of his hand against your naked abdomen, his touch becoming much warmer than usual. even though the slight heat was something that was new to you, you basked in it, allowing the heat to course through you, taking away the pain.

"rafayel... what- what are you doing?"

you feel the way your boyfriend shrugs, pressing a kiss against your damp hair, "i used a bit of my evol to warm my hands... it's something that i've been trying to perfect to help you in situations like this."

you were now filled with love for him, eyes gazing at him with absolute adoration. with your body practically seeking rafayel's warm touch, you eagerly press yourself closer to him, basking in his rich chuckles as he meets your gaze, leaning down to give you a searing kiss that conveys the depths of his love for you.

"don't you think you're being a bit too overdramatic?" caleb calls out your name in an exasperated manner, but you could only manage a weak glare at him in response.

"i am not being too overdramatic, i'm in serious pain right now, caleb! but of course, you wouldn't know since you never had to deal with this type of pain." your words send a wave of empathy through him, and he figured that you were right, that he didn't know what you were going through.

your boyfriend lets out a sigh, eyes trailing over your figure as you remained hunched over and curled up in bed. knowing that you were probably in too much pain to move, he starts searching through your apartment, grabbing the necessary items before bringing them to you.

"alright, time to scoot over." you grumble and whine some more, making room for caleb all while letting out soft whines here and there. caleb manages to place you within his arms, taking advantage of his strength when he sits up in bed, placing you on his lap while allowing you to cling to him.

he opens the cold bottle of water, offering you two tablets of your pain medicine to take. even through your pouts, you take the medication and swallow both tablets while draining the water bottle. along with the medicine, he offers you a bag of snacks he had bought for you earlier, unwrapping them for you. as he offers one of the snack cakes to you, his smile widens, watching as you cutely bite into it.

"that's my good girl." he teases you, cooing at you as you could feel the heat against your cheeks. enjoying just how close you were to him, caleb presses several kisses against your cheek, not stopping until you were left a giggling mess.

"how about we just stay indoors, and i can order some chinese takeout for both of us for dinner tonight?" your boyfriend asks you all while gently massaging at your tender abdomen.

you hum in agreement to his plans, already opening a chocolate bar as you bit into it, all while leaning into his form. basking in his warmth, you relax while in his embrace, already feeling better as your lover spent the entire day taking care of you without a single complaint.

and you couldn't have been happier at the fact that you had managed to capture the heart of someone so perfect.

end notes: i am on my period;;; and i am d y i n g 🫠 i would love to have these lads men spoil me in my time of need,,,,,, currently unedited but i’ll make any changes once this is posted ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[thescarletnargacuga]

What about the @sm-baby 's Carnival! au? Maybe a fic of non-sentient Pomni being flirty with Caine and then Bubble apearing to anoy them lmao. Would be great if we can a carnival au showtime :D

A/N: I'll admit, I'm a bit nervous to do this one, but I'll give it my best 👉👈

FLIRTATION FRUSTRATION

CARNIVAL AU CREDIT: @sm-baby

See Mushy's non-sentient Pomni art HERE!

WARNING: suggestive themes, non-sentient Pomni, trapped sentience

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"Wait, wha- what's going on?? Oh no! No! No! No!"

Pomni struggled against her own programming. The overpowering AI shut her consciousness away behind her own eyes. She could see, hear and feel everything happening around her, but Caine couldn't hear her. Not the real her.

"Oh, Player~" Pomni strutted over to Caine confidently, his back to her.

"Yes, dear, what is iiiiiiiiit?" Caine drew out his last word because Pomni traced a finger down the side of his jaw to his chin, holding it with her thumb and forefinger. She was standing way too close. "Uh....what are you doing?" He was already sweating.

"Trying out for the worst AI Olympics, WHAT DOES THAT LOOK LIKE???"

"I found your performance today simply spectacular. You should be rewarded....by me." Pomni leaned closer.

Caine backed up, but she followed him all the way to the wall. He pressed himself against it as if trying to phase through it to get away from her. "Uuuuuuh...Pomni, I don't think now is the best time for this."

"No [%$!#], Sherlock."

"There's always time for rewarding. Especially when I get to give it to someone like you." Pomni pressed her chest against Caine's, reaching up to fiddle with the wind-up key on the side of his head.

"WHAT-! NO! PLEASE! I'M SORRY, CAINE!!" Sentient Pomni screamed with embarrassment.

Caine's hands trembled as he gripped the wall behind him, sweat poured from his heated face. Having her against him felt so good, but...he was panicking. "You don't want me, I'm not-"

"Oh, but I do. You're so handsome and strong and kind to me...you're my dream come true. Do you know what I would like to be true?"

Caine swallowed hard. Her pressing against him was making him feel things he wasn't used to handling. His whole body felt hot. He was afraid to ask. "...what?"

"Oh, god..." Sentient Pomni covered her face in shame, bracing for what was coming.

"That you would hold me close at night after making my bells jingle for hours." Pomni's eyes gazed into his with dark lust.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Caine's eyes were so wide, they could burst. The way she phrased it got her words around the censor, but they were pretty on the nose. "Pomni, please, I-...uh, um-"

"You don't have to beg, Player..." Pomni leaned in just within an inch of his teeth. "I'll gladly show you all of my tricks. I'll keep you entertained all night long."

"HUH??? I DON'T HAVE ANY TRICKS! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"

Caine could feel her whispered words. His heart was going mad in his chest. "Pomni, as lovely and as wonderful as you are... I think that, uh you maybe might be...not in the right state of mind?"

"FINALLY! SO YOU CAN TAKE A HINT! THAT'S! NOT! ME!"

"Aw, you think I'm lovely? That's so sweet of you to say. How could I resist someone with such a way with words?" Pomni closed her eyes and kissed Caine.

"WH-!?" Sentient Pomni couldn't form words. She could feel the kiss. It was gentle, despite how aggressively the AI was after Caine.

Caine went still as a statue, his eyes wide open. The kiss just kept going. A lot of him didn't want it to stop. Slowly, his eyes closed. The only part he managed to relax.

Sentient Pomni felt her own digital heart hammering. Kissing him felt so good. Her heart wanted this but her mind struggled to handle it. "You don't want me...you can't want me..."

Pomni's world went black, then she realized it was because her eyes were shut. She opened them. She was in control again. She jumped back away from Caine. "AAAH! I'M SO SO SO SORRY!!"

Caine hit his head against the wall in surprise when Pomni snapped out of whatever just happened. He rubbed his head and stepped away from the wall. "It- it's okay! Really! I didn't mind- uh, well, that is to say that- uh..." He nervously fidgeted with his hands. "I kind of....liked....you kissing me." He avoided her gaze.

Pomni was shaking. "What..?"

"I MEAN- I wish that maybe you told me that's what you wanted to do instead of just doing it, I'm not good with reading people, but nevertheless, I...liked it." Shame bubbled up inside of him. Maybe he shouldn't say that? Was he doing this wrong? He couldn't sit still.

Pomni blinked as she processed what he said. "You...want me to kiss you?"

"ONLY IF YOU WANT TO!!" He was panicking. "Maybe- we just forget the whole thing, yeah? I said too much!" He held his teeth shut, his face burning with the darkest of blush.

Pomni gently took his hands away from his face. Her own were still shaking. "Hey, um...I liked it, too." She quietly admitted.

Caine's teeth opened a little. "Really?"

"Yeah..."

They made soft eye contact. Butterflies filled both of them. Caine's hands interlaced fingers with Pomni's. "Maybe...we could...again?" He carefully asked.

Pomni stood on her toes a little to lean up to Caine. He met her for a proper kiss. A wonderful soft warmth spread through them. They barely moved, letting the contact alone feel special. This was for them, no interference-

Bubble popped in out of nowhere. "Hey, boss! I detected your heart rate and came as fast as I could! Are you alright??"

Caine and Pomni jumped apart. "NO! Er- yes, Bubble! I'm fine! Thank you!" Caine held his hands behind his back. Pomni avoided looking at Bubble altogether.

Bubble looked from Caine to Pomni and back. "Ohhhhhh, I see. Sorry for interrupting." Bubble vanished.

Pomni hid her face in her hands. "Does the shame ever end!?!?"

Caine hid behind his teeth. "Dear, you are asking the wrong person."

[madwomansapologist]

━ ✧ unraveling you | chapter 4 - the scarlet race

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series synopsis: Trapped inside Westview, Agatha Harkness was reduced to Agnes. The noisy neighbor and nothing more than that. Until a meteor rain brought something strong to Westview. Something strong enough to help her, and maybe strong enough to free her. You. In a journey to save herself by teaching you the ways of magic, Agatha Harkness wants one thing only: to avenge herself.

It would be so easy, the voice whispered sharply in her ear.

Watching over your sleeping form, Agatha changed the damp cloth on top of your head. Brushing away the wrinkles of your forehead, she felt your freezing skin. She wiped the new cloth, placing it carefully not to wet your hair.

It was more than just cold skin. Agatha made sure to get you enough blankets and adjust the temperature on the thermosthat. Nothing changed it. Almost as if it was your natural state. Muscles as stiff as stone, fingers clenched from hours on end. She sensed no pain coming from you, but that was a sort of exhaustion Agatha never saw before.

Such a helpless prey, the voice tempted her once again. What obstacle does she impose on us?

Whatever it took from you to save Agatha, it was more than you could give. More than you should’ve given her. And still, not enough. Not when Agatha needed so much more. Were you dreaming now? You look peaceful.

So stiff, eyes closed, mouth shut: you weren’t so different from a doll. A pretty thing, unable to move or react. Unable to defend yourself, or to understand what is truly happening. If you were dreaming, would you even mind? If Agatha played with you, did the things she truly wanted, would you even care?

Do it, the voice said. It will make no difference. It will mean nothing if you become great again.

So she reminded herself: her name is Agatha Harkness, and that voice belongs to her. That voice is her. It wields to her desires, silences when it pleases her. When that voice tempts her to abuse your generosity and just take until you’re left with nothing, it’s still her voice.

Agatha Harkness came back, and she will never disappear again.

You wouldn’t be able to stop her. Even if you were awake. It would be so easy for Agatha to stole your magic and empower herself. To become better again, herself again. You already gave her so much, why would you mind if Agatha just a bit more? She could wield your power in better ways than calming strangers. Wouldn’t you prefer if it was used rightfuly?

Wanda needs to be punished, the voiced screamed. She screamed. Do it. Punish her. Make her beg. Make her cry. Do it. Stop being a fool. Stop being a coward. Don’t be weak. Do it. Break Wanda.

― Stop! ― Agatha screamed, louder than the voice in her head. ― Leave me alone!

The world was silenced once more.

Her gaze fell upon you, and she realized again how cold you were. She reminded you deserve warmth. The pain Agatha endured pierced through her skull in cold needles, taking turns to allow the rage boiling her organs to torment her. Agatha continued to care for your sleeping form.

She still has time. Agatha can make that choice later.

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Sore eyes, sore throat. You stretched out every member of your body, eyes still closed to better enjoy the rejuvenating silence. What a nap! Soon after you noticed how loud your stomach growled. You wondered what you would find to eat. Whatever it is, Agnes can make anything taste amazing.

― Agnes!

It all came back to you. The stairs, the pain, the fear of losing her. You remember darkness, and you remember welcoming it. Not fighting back as it controlled you.

You jumped from the back, forgetting about the sore muscles and dizzy mind. Your mind new only a word: Agnes. Shoeless, you looked for her. With her bedroom empty, you ran downstairs. Your heartbeat was loud enough to deafen this whole town.

Her sweet perfume, a telltale of her location, took you to the kitchen. To see her back, that long black hair, made you breath again. You would give anything to hug her, to make sure Agnes was perfectly fine, but she looked at you and made you stop moving.

Something was off about her. Her movements were so slow, tamed, her mind unsure about how to proced. Agnes wasn’t smiling. Not even a glimpse of a smile made to your eyes. Agnes looked bigger, somehow.

― What happened? ― you tilted your head, worrying about everything and nothing at all. When she hesitated, you hugged yourself. ― Are you alright, Agnes?

Yes, of course she was alright. You saved her. You discovered there was a way to save her and did it, even thought you had no obligation to do so. Somehow, and even Agatha with all her wit can’t find an answer to that, outmaneuvered the Scarlet Witch. You, such little wretched thing, saved her.

And now Agatha owes you one.

Fuck you, Agatha thought about screaming at you. Go to hell, go anywhere, just nowhere I could find you. Runaway from me. Look at my eyes and see the monster others do.

― We need to talk ― she said, instead. No smiles, no flourishes. ― Sit with me.

Her fingers toyes with the bottom of an empty glass. Could you smell the wine, notice how much she drank to make peace with her mind?

― Let’s start from the beginning ― Agatha looked at you. She reach out, an open palm waiting for your touch. ― It’s nice to meet you. You may call me Agatha Harkness.

She told you everything. Agatha made sure to explain it all cautiously. Truth and omission, vulnerability salted with pinches of self preservation. Oh, old habits really do die hard.

A hex can be, if the witch casting it so desires, used to imprision others in its walls, Agatha introduced you to the concept. Not a word about how it was her choice to enter it. Her choice to stay in it.

The Scarlet Witch’s immense powers can bend reality, can rot someone’s mind and break the life cicle as if it was weak bone, she reprimand, not sharing how bad she wanted all that power to herself.

That witch controlled me as a revenge for my rebellion until you saved me at the basement, Agatha was so grateful for your help. And she still doesn’t care about those innumerable chances of helping the people of Westview she ignored.

And I could you, help you with powers until you’re able to control it, she smiled. Then, when your potencial reveals itself, you both will be even. And Agatha will be able to take everything from you without hating herself for it.

Unaware to her omissions, you thought you finally could see this town for what it was. An unarmed trap. One that scares all that remember that time when they had to deal with the pain and the loneliness all by themselves. Agnes gave you the truth. No, Agatha did it.

This time, you didn’t stop yourself from hugging her. From hugging Agatha Harkness.

Agatha felt a bitter taste in her mouth.

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There are no more evenings at the backyard, a book in Agatha’s hands and dry paint under your nails. No more flowers for you to smell, birds to steal your focus with their lullabies, neighbors to greet. Since Agatha came back, all you have is the four walls of the basement.

Once a place surrounded by fear and pain, now it’s your study room. It’s were Agatha keeps her tomes, books overflowing with her knowledge and the one of witches that came before her. It’s were you read about magic, learn about witchcraft history, practice drawing runes.

But mostly, the basement is the place were you fail.

Again and again, you tried to make Agatha’s teachings work. To enchant or curse, to cast a spell or to write down a rune. Again and again, you couldn’t. Nothing you ever did before had something to do with knowledge or technique, only about caring and hoping to make things better. You wanted people to feel save, to calm down, to stop suffering.

What could those books do for you? Until now, nothing but take the time you could use with better things. You read about magic, learn about it, but your mind can’t help but wander around town. To wonder about all things you could’ve been doing.

― Isn’t it weird? ― you turned to Agatha, sat in a chair in the opposite side of the basement. She faced one of her tomes, the one she wrote first. You just wanted a break from this exercise. ― That all those things really do exist? Not those signs, but that they work.

― Soon it will all come natural to you ― Agatha murmured, far away from you. A sort of distance that had little to do with where she was.

― A sign that contains magic in it… Aren’t words also just signs we draw? None of my words turned magical because I wrote them.

That made Agatha sign. Good, you bit your tongue to stop you from saying it. At least now she’s paying attention to me.

― You must start to pay attention to what I say ― she snapped at you. ― Like I taugh you before, intent and concentration will do nothing for you if you don’t know what you’re doing. Words on paper are nothing but paint; words with intent, concentration and the specific spell turn into a curse. Our pillars as witches are: creativity, resilience and knowledge.

You almost yelled at Agatha, but instead you decided to nod. Instead of teaching you with care, she treats you like shit and expect for her harsh words to do the work only patient ones could. How can you really learn if any question, any curiosity, is answered that way? How Agatha expects you to be creative if your creativity is treated like a burden?

Agnes treated me better than that.

― Try again ― said Agatha. ― You have potential.

Agatha turned to her tome, pretending to be concentrated when all she could focus on was breathing. She should not, must not, give herself the opportunity to feel bad about the way she treats you. Now, more than ever, Agatha needs to learn not to care about you.

It will be easier if Agathar stop caring about you. It will be easier if you hate her.

With lungs filled with air, you gathered the patience to practice one more time. You repeated the basic runes as the book instructed, one in each dark wall of the basement. It took you way longer than when Agatha demonstrated, but you did it.

They appeared in a pearly glow, every curve and line as you intended for them to be. You breathed in and out: they were still there. Opening your mouth, no sound came out of it. It worked! You did it.

Your smiled faded away as the dry sound of Agatha closing her tome reached your ears. A moment later, the runes glitched and disappeared.

― Again ― she said. ― Do better this time.

Once again, you convinced yourself it was better not to fight her. Agnes was a trap, and you would never wish for Agatha to disappear again. Maybe if the next time you do it right, she will stop being so rough. You did it this time. Now you just need to do better.

Watching you try one more time, Agatha wanted to rip her skull and destroy her rotted brain. C’mon, she wasn’t superior to begging. I’m not a good person. Why can’t you just see it? Why can’t you just hate me?

You kept on practicing.

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― Shit ― Agatha hissed, accidentaly dropping the pan on the floor. She turned on the tap, whimpering as the water ran down on her burned skin. Agatha only then noticed the wasted food. ― Oh, fuck me!

Agatha was shaking now. Grabbing the sink, she did her best not to allow her hands to touch her hair. Bad habits do die hard, and her scalp is so sensitive. She breathed in, then out, just to realized it didn’t help her at all.

― That’s it ― you appeared besides her. ― Today I’m cooking. Step back.

Why are you still here? Why haven’t you ran from her yet? There’s something wrong with you. Something stupidly wrong with you. Somethin stopping you from seeing the bared teeths of a wolf standing right in front of you. What sort of prey doesn’t even try to run? Hurry, little rabbit, Agatha begged. Leave me while you still can.

― Don’t bother ― murmured Agatha, not even looking at you. Using a towel she grabbed the pan from the floor. ― I just need a minute.

Instead of walking away, you took the pan from her and threw the food in the trash can. You explored the kitchen, putting your mind to work. If you could make something chewable, than it would be a victory.

― Stop ― Agatha sighed. ― I’m fine. Go away.

Yes, she’s fine, go away. She’s all the things people say she is. Rio, her mother, Sarah. That damned witch. Agatha’s selfish, broken, cruel. She is bitter. She is not a good person. And she is surprised you haven’t realized that yet.

Why can’t you just run? At least then Agatha would be allowed to hunt you down.

You held her by the shoulders, finally felling her gaze on you. With Agatha focused on your eyes, she almost didn’t notice that you were calming her down. You were learning how to be subtle with your magic.

― Sit your ass down and let me cook for us ― you said, softly. ― The world won’t end just because you took a nap.

Out of the kitchen, Agatha realized there were better asks to be made. Why is she still here? Why haven’t Agatha runaway yet? The cage is fully open now. Agatha can walk out of this town anytime she wants. Why is she still here?

Thinking, it was your sweet voice that brought her back to the world of the living. For a second, all she did was to look at your eyes. Once more, she saw no malice in them. With her own tearing up, Agatha forced herself to look at the two bowls of popcorn you carried.

― Is this dinner?

― Dinner is burned in the trash can ― you tried to smile. ― But the popcorn is good. I think. I hope. I know for sure it’s salty.

Too hungry to do something else for you two, Agatha just grabbed her bowl and made space for you to sit besides her. You turned on the television, searching for something good to watch. The noise coming from your belly made Agatha look at you again.

― Someday I’ll teach you to cook ― said Agatha, mouthful of popcorn. She covered you two with a blanket, and for a second you thought Agnes was back. ― Coraline again, you coward?

As the credits rolled up on the black screen, Agatha saw your image reflected on the television. Deep asleep on her shoulder, unaware of all the dangers out there in the world. Of all the danger inside this very house. Agatha closed her eyes, now painfully aware of the truth.

Agatha is still here because she fell in love with you.

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silly little prompt list

as my requests are open (to any characters i have written for + others in the same or similar fandoms), i thought to compile a longer prompt list to request from ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

send me a letter, number and character(s), as well as any additional details you'd like<3 mwah

nb! prompts in italics have already been chosen and written. you can request it again in another context, but i’m less likely to use it

a. sassy:

"how great that we have you to fix the world"

"thrilled to be blessed by your presence"

"i'll hear you out when you actually have something to say"

"well done, i would never have thought of that"

"how delightful"

"aren't you just a sweetheart"

"i'm sure you're not the only one"

"i'm sure you are the only one"

"how thoughtful of you"

"who would have thought"

"and?"

"in other news, the sky is blue"

"please do us all the favour of shutting up"

"i'd like nothing more"

"you forgot that i just don't care"

b. fluffy:

"i require at least a thousand kisses to make up for it"

"how are you so soft?"

"you occupy my every thought"

"kiss me again"

"you think (x) would kill us if we just eloped?"

"are you falling asleep on me?" "..." "alright then"

"may i have this dance?"

"it will always be you"

"i didn't know it was possible for you to be more beautiful"

"you changed my life"

"come back to bed"

"nothing matters but you"

"when did you realise you love me/her/him?"

"i can't imagine loving you more"

"how are you so cute right now?"

c. hurt/comfort:

"i want nothing more than to kiss away all your pain"

"maybe this will make it okay"

"who made you think all of this?"

"i didn't know it could hurt this much to be in love"

"there will not be a day where i am not there for you"

"i don't know, it just happened"

"they never left your side"

"you would have thought they were the injured one, the way they were acting"

"it pains me to see you like this"

"i'll get you out of there"

"you're okay, you're okay"

"i can't believe i did this"

"hold on, this might sting"

"i don't think i can take it, not this"

"i'm sorry, i know, i'm sorry"

d. angsty:

"how did you expect me to take it?"

"i just can't trust you anymore"

"well, i am terribly sorry for inconveniencing you"

"did you expect me to be more digestible?"

"but do you love me?"

"how could you expect me not to be angry with you after this"

"don't you have someone to take care of right now?"

"where is she?"

"it hurts like hell because you are everything to me"

"what a shame, they were so beautiful together"

"i never expected you to lie to me"

"what was i supposed to do?"

"i never hated you!"

"oh, stop with the tears"

"i can't do this anymore"

e. steamy:

"loosen up a little"

"let me distract you"

"turn around"

"kiss me, coward"

"tell me to stop"

"shut up"

"make me"

"it's more than want"

"use your words, sweetheart"

"i don't like to share"

"i want to see you"

"let's make this quick"

"is this okay?"

"tell me i'm yours"

"this is wrong"

f. ambiguous:

"well, fuck, i wasn't expecting my morning to go like this"

"you look like you want to read my mind"

"are we friends?"

"you woke me up for this?"

"tonight we're drinking straight from the bottle"

"pity"

"i cannot stand you two anymore"

"get over yourselves"

"do you realise you slam every door you close?"

"why would you do that?"

"can we please talk about this?"

"i'll ruin you"

"i'm so glad i was wrong about you"

"fine, keep acting like you hate me"

"i'm not drunk enough for this"

bonus: tropes (pair with a dialogue)

there's only one bed

bandmates

meet the family

near death experience

mutual pining believed to be unrequited

fake dating

temporary truce

accidental confession

secret relationship

firsts

soulmate au

arranged marriage

enemies/rivalry to lovers

trapped

sunshine x grump

[kentosbabes]

Hi dear! How are you? Can you right part 2 of gojo x perfect reader? The one in which reader is intelligent and short? It's up to you to write it or not . Thank you! And your writing is great!

I'm good! I hope your doing well too <3 Part 1 here

Gojo who continues running to catch up with you as you walk down the corridor. 'come on pretty girl' he says as you finally stop at your locker and change your book 'Please'. You slam your looker and look up at him through your lenses holding your books close to your chest 'If I say yes will you leave me alone' you ask rolling your eyes. Gojo just chuckles and replies 'How about this, if you don't have fun I will leave you alone.'

Gojo who towers over you as you debate his proposal and finally let out a 'fine' making him smirk. 'okay smarty I'll pick you up at 6pm tonight' he says walking off leaving you in shock as you mumble 'How does he know where I live'. Although you'd hate to admit it you were more worried than you wanted to be about how you looked. you were using all your favorite products and making sure you looked your best. You hated how easily he had you in his grasp.

Gojo who knocks on your door exactly as the clock hits 6pm. you open the door in a skin-tight dress that barely covers your ass making his eyes go wide. 'I didn't know what to wear I don't know where you're taking me. I can go change' you say opening the door wider so he can come in. 'no no you look beautiful' he says a bit too fast. His height gives him the perfect view of your tits through the deep neck of your dress so he knows it's going to be a long night.

Gojo who leans on the doorway of your room as you grab a purse to take with you. 'Satoru' you say as you go through one of your draws looking for lip-gloss. he hums in response, 'Where are we going?' you ask. 'to the new restaurant that opened up last week' You head snaps round to meet his 'what? but it's like extremely expensive I don't-' you start but are quickly interrupted by Gojo coming towards you shaking his head 'dont you worry about your pretty little head about things like that' he says pocking your head.

Gojo who stares as you apply the tinted gloss to your lips. he can't take his eyes away, he loves the deep red color you chose and how plump your lips look as you smear on the gloss. Can you blame him for the thoughts that begin to plague his mind? he can only imagine how your lips look wrapped around his dic- 'Hey. my eyes are up here' you say your hand raising to lift up his chin so his eyes meet yours. you send him a quick wink before striding out of your room.

Gojo who links your arm in his as you enter the restaurant. he pulls out your chair and helps you sit down 'What a gentleman' you mumble as Gojo rolls his eyes in response. you both order your drinks and as you wait you feel his legs touch yours. you look up at him but he just sits there smirking at you. For the most part, the conversations were flowing and he was more fun than you expected. you found yourself laughing at his jokes and smiling when he would laugh at yours.

Gojo who's leg begins to move in between yours spreading your legs apart. 'dont even think about it' you say continuing to try cut through your steak. Gojo just lets out a chuckle before leaning over the table to help cut up your steak for you. 'thank you Satoru' you say his face now inches from yours. 'It's no problem baby'

Gojo who's leg in fact does not stop. your legs stay parted the majority of the time at the restaurant, that is until he brings out his credit card and pays for the meal 'I will pay you back' you attempt to negotiate 'Princess stop worrying about it let me spoil you' he says bringing your hand up to his lips. The action making your legs squeeze shut trapping his much longer leg in between yours. Gojo just smirks, adjusting in his chair so his knee practically reaches your heat, watching how your cheeks turn red and your hand covers your face.

Gojo who puts his jacket over your shoulders as you walk out of the restaurant 'Thank you' you say looking up at him, a sweet smile plastered on his face. He sits back on the hood of his car watching as you stand just out of his grasp. 'so did you have fun' he asks reaching out to hold your waist and pulling you between his legs. 'I don't know I'd give it a 6 out of 10' you say giggling in his touch. 'oh really now?' he says smiling at you 'you have so much attitude for someone so small'. Your eyes go wide and you shove his chest 'That was low Satoru' you mumble. 'I like when you say my name'.

Gojo who brings you impossibly closer to his chest. His hands are at your waist, and your own hands find his neck. 'you make me crazy you know that right' he mumbles as he brings his lips to your wrist and begins to kiss up your arm. 'I know' you say leaning into his touch. 'but I make you crazy too don't I' he asks his lips now meeting with your chest. you only whimper out in response hating how he was right.

Gojo who freezes when you lean over and place your hand on his thigh to balance yourself as you look up at him batting your eyelashes once you get in the car. 'If we're going to play this game I'm in charge' you say finally bringing your lips to his. His lips are soft and mould with yours perfectly. your gloss smears all over his lips as he bites and sucks on your tongue. He lets out small groans at your touch as you moan and arch in his.

Gojo who wraps his arm around your waist and brings you to straddle his lap. 'hey let's go back to my place' Gojo says between kisses. you nod bringing your lips away from his 'drive then' you shrug bringing your lips to his neck sucking on his skin. Gojo groans in response before starting the car and beginning to drive. luckily his place was not too far away so between your grinding and the road he was able to get you both home safely.

Gojo who practically carries you out of the car and into his apartment. You barely get a look around but you know it's more than twice the size of your own. You're pushed up against the door in an instant his lips all over your chest and neck leaving marks you know you'll regret in the morning. 'please' you moan out your nails digging into his back. 'not so in charge now are you pretty girl' he says smirking against your skin. 's-satoru please just f-fuck me' you let out feeling the pleasure between your legs begin to coat your thighs.

Gojo who lifts the bottom of your dress and grabs onto your ass before walking to his room. 'you gonna let me fuck you baby' he teases lowering you down onto his bed. you can only nod in response reaching out for him to bring him closer to you. 'say it '

'you ever want me to leave you alone again?'

'no Satoru please don't'

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[whydoyoucare866]

OMG I NEED MORE MIGUEL X LATINA READER!!!

Write whatever you want, just give us more please <333

HELLO!! i was gonna post Closet pt 2 to a request of it, but accidentally clicked to reply privately and idk what happened to that post, and this is the only request that looks like i can use for this!!

Also Ik people who asked for part 2 wanted some smut, but i love angst to fluff and idk how to write smut😭, maybe i can try for a part 3??

Also I fell asleep while writing this and when I woke up my phone was locked and I had lost all progress I made and had to rewrite it

WTF?

Miguel O’hara x Latina Reader

Part 1

It was 2 am, you were laying down and ‘WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!?’ was the only thing in your mind after your little moment with Miguel in the closet, he had fucking kissed you, and he told you that it wasn’t over, it HAD to mean something… Right? what if you were just overthinking things, maybe he couldn’t think of any better way of shutting you up, maybe-

Suddenly you heard your phone ringing, thinking it was Miguel you excitedly picked up only to realize it was definitely not Miguel the one calling you.

“Hey, are you okay? I just wanted to apologize for leaving you in that closet with Miguel, I didn’t actually mean to, I mean it would have been a great idea but I sadly didn’t come up with it, I know Miguel is really mean to you and I’m so sorry that I left you in there-“

“He kissed me”

“Oh my god, I knew he was gonna be mean I’m so sorr- wait what? Did I hear you correctly?”

“You heard me, but I’m so confused, like it all statted when we got trapped in there, he said it was probably my plan for us to get trapped in there together and be able to get in his personal space, I called him an asshole and he started being mean about my accent and I just snapped at him, I was telling him how I don’t know why he hates me so much when he cut me off by kissing me, and then like it ended in a heavy make out session, until you opened the door, then he told me it wasn’t over yet, but I’ve been waiting all day and he hasn’t even texted me!”

“Hmm maybe he doesn’t know how to, you know that Miguel isn’t very good at talking to people, have you tried initiating conversation with him?

“Yes! I tried to talk to him but he was busy, then I texted him but he just read my text! I’m really confused Peter, what if he didn’t actually mean to kiss me, maybe he just couldn’t think of any better way of shutting me up or something.”

“Hmm then why would it turn into a make out if it was just that, I don’t think he would just kiss someone like that without meaning it, even less to continue a kiss like that.”

“Well, maybe after kissing me he just realized how touch starved he was or something, wanting more but not necessarily from me!”

“No, I don’t think Miguel is the type of person to just go around kissing people without meaning it, maybe he’s just busy, You know how much he overworks himself, you should stop worrying, go to sleep and just try to be patient with him!”

“Okay Pete thanks, I will try to go to sleep, night.”

“Night! and just remember, don’t worry too much about it and just be patient!”

“Okay, I will, byee”

And you were patient the next day.

And the day after that.

And after that.

And after that.

And after that.

And after that, until it had been a month of Miguel straight out ignoring you and only interacting with you when it was really necessary and he had no option but to do so, using Jess to communicate with you if it wasn’t crucial for him to interact with you, this only made you more confused at the start, but then you concluded it just confirmed that he didn’t actually mean anything out of that kiss.

So you decided that you were done waiting for him, and you were done hurting, so you were gonna move on.

As if the universe had heard you, Jess called you into Miguel’s office and introduced you to a new recruit that she thought you would get along with, he had curly hair, green eyes, he was tall and a bit muscular but not like Miguel, he was the prettiest man you had ever seen, well after Miguel…

He introduced himself as Mariano.

Of course Miguel noticed the look awe in your face, but to his dismay Jess told you to give Mariano a tour which you happily agreed to, maybe too happily for Miguel’s liking.

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It had been almost a month since Mariano was recruited, and even if Miguel didn’t like it, you and Mariano had grown closer.

Miguel really wanted to do something about it, but he hadn’t spoken a word to you for like two months, how was he supposed to just talk to you and tell you to stay away from that man cause he was jealous after everything he did?

How could he even explain why he suddenly ghosted you when even himself didn’t know the reason, don’t get me wrong, Miguel liked that kiss, hell, he loved it, he wanted to do it again, and again, and again, it felt like a drug and he felt as if he was going through withdrawal, and Mariano in the picture didn’t help the symptoms.

So Miguel did the most reasonable thing to do, he went to Peter B.

Peter told Miguel to just tell you what he really felt and to explain why he ghosted you before Mariano made a move, because it was obvious that Mariano had a huge crush on you, sadly it seemed like you had a crush in him too.

So Miguel ran, he went over to your universe as fast as he could, he knocked on your door without actually having a speech prepared, and before he knew it you had already opened the door, he looked at you and saw you wearing the black dress that he gave you, he saw as you had really heavy make up and then he realized why you opened so quickly… you were going on a date.

“Wait, Miguel? what are you doing here” you said in a not so happy tone.

“Please don’t go on a date with Mariano”.

“And why should I listen to you?”.

“Just please, don’t go”.

“¿Qué chingados te pasa? ¿Quién te crees Miguel? eh? a ver, no me puedes besar y luego ignorarme para venir a decirme con quien puedo salir y con quien no solo porque te dolió en tu ego”.

“Okay no, please, that’s not why I’m telling you this”.

“Then why is it Miguel? I’m fucking tired of your bullshit and of you playing with me whenever you want to.”

“I’m telling you this because I love you, okay? I’m in love with you, I want to be the one that you go out on dates with, not that idiot”.

“Well. should’ve thought about that before ghosting me”.

“Okay, look, I’m sorry, I didn’t ghost you just because, I just… I was just really scared of being in love again and losing that person I love again, I was scared because after that kiss all I ever wanted to do was to do it again and to keep kissing you forever, please I’ll make it up to you! So please, don’t go, please let me be the one that takes you out on dates and be able to love you, okay?”

“Oh my god. you love me too”.

[novankenn]

My Wife is Dwarven Ghost! (Ep2)

Original Idea by @weatherman667 Additional Inspiration by @noneatnonedotcom

Kelric had a headache. A headache in the form of his recently deceased wife Thoria. Thoria was prior to her untimely death the Queen of the Dwarven kingdom of Red Mountain. It was during a pitched battle against a demonic beast.

Now however she was a spirit. A ghost that only he could see and hear with. Which lead to his current headache. HIs wife was listing off the various female members of her family that she expected him to get busy with! He has barely any time to grieve and his own WIFE was trying to shove him into bed with her sister... and various other members of her rather large family.

"There's my fourth cousin Helenia. She's a hoot, but keep her away from the Elvish Fire Wine... she's a bit of a lush..." Thoria droned on floating beside Kelric as he took shuffling steps along one of the great dwarven halls on his way to the temple.

"Oh and not's forget Mary!"

"Mary?"

"Yeah, Mary. She's my half-sister on my mother's side."

"I don't remember meeting anyone named... Mary."

"You didn't silly!" Thoria laughed her voice sounding like tinkling crystal. "She was on a diplomatic mission to... somewhere. Or was it a research expedition? I can't remember now."

Kelric sighed. Ever since Thoria had returned he was having a hard time just concentrating on everyday things, let alone sleeping. Who would have thought a hyper-active dwarven princess in life would be the same in death... with the hilarious additional ability of NOT NEEDING SLEEP!

Kelric didn't know how much longer he would be able to survive. Is=f Thoria wasn't listing the "Dwarven Booty" he would be partaking in, she was going over mental lists of what she felt would be great baby names! He needed to make it all stop. To get his wife to pass over to the afterlife, and then find someone skilled enough in Dwarven Legalese to help him find a loop-hole in his marriage contract... so he wouldn't have to marry and bed over half of Thoria's family!

Climbing the short set of steps he entered the portion of the under ground kingdom that houses the various temples and places of worship. Kelric couldn't tell you the names of any of the multitude of Dwarven deities, so he shied away from those temples, and made his way to a special alcove. A small room specially built for him.

"Thoria... please?" Kelric pleaded as even being on sanctified ground wouldn't prevent her from following him every where he went. "Can I have a few minutes... alone?"

"I guess I could do that snookums. Maybe I'll go see if Mary is back!"

Kelric sighed as Thoria drifted away, leaving him alone. He knew it wouldn't last so he had to move quickly. Pulling a silver chain from around his neck he clutched the holy-symbol hanging from it with both his hands, as he lowered himself down to his knees.

The Trolbane family followed the tenants of the human goddess of life and death, Kali. It was to whom he was fervently praying to at that moment. Seeking a vision, or message or even a hint on how to get out of insanity he found him trapped with in.

"I beseech you, my goddess. She who gives life with her left hand and takes it with her right. The ruler of the skies, and the realms beyond." Kelric whispered his eyes squeezed shut tightly. "I need you wisdom. Your guidance. Pleas..."

"Nope, sorry busy." came an ethereal voice. "I'm needed in the southern realms... zombie outbreak. Try... um... try someone else."

Kelric sat there his eyes wide in utter shock and disbelief. Had he just heard the voice of Kali? Then after a minute of reflection his shoulders drooped.

"She blew me off." Kelric muttered, in despair and annoyance. "She blew me off!"

"Oh don't mind Kali." came another ethereal voice. Kelric's eyes searched about but he could see no source. "How sweet and innocent! Thinking I would show myself? You're too cute!"

"Cute?"

"Yes, Darling, you are just the most cuddy, adorable, huggable emotional mess of a human I have ever seen!"

"Huh?" Kelric still looked about, completely confused and just a little creeped out.

"So I may have been eavesdropping but you say you need help? Help with something involving love, marriage, sex? Please say sex!"

"Um... no... my wife recently died, and now she is haunting me..."

"Sorry darling, I don't do undead. They're kind a of icky..."

"No please! I need help! She's trying to have me bed over half of the female members of her family!"

"She's a dwarf, right?"

"Yes?"

"Yeah... you kind of stepped into it there hon."

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this! I love Thoria! Only Thoria!" Kelric pleaded, pressing his forehead to the smooth stone floor. "I only want to be with her. Please help me... please..."

"How do you want me to help you, exactly?" the entity asked. "If it involves anything with exorcisms or banishments... I don't do that."

"Can you bring her back?"

"Back? Back... as in a resurrection?"

"Yes!" Kelric shouted his head snapping up off the floor. "PLEASE!"

"Ah... um... it's possible... but I'll have to look into it, so meet me back here in two days?"

"Two days?"

"Yes, two days... oh and I am the Goddess Freyja, call to me the next time you pray."

"Yes... okay... thank you."

"Oh you're so SWEET!" Freyja squealed, causing Kelric to wince.

"Thank you again goddess." Kelric spoke solemnly with his head bowed as he backed out of the small private chamber.

"Ah... why do the sweet ones all have to be sticklers for monogamy?" Freyja's voice took on a musical ringing tone as she started to laugh lightly. "Let's see if we can change that... shall we?"

/==/Other Episodes /==/

[cabinofimagines]

Netflix & Chills —(Platonic!Everyone xGN!Reader)

A/N: I DID NOT FORGET TO POST I WAS JUST TOO BUSY TODAY OK? -Danny Warnings: None! Words: 615

"...And that's how I found out Lit still lives here," you finish the story while Jason nods beside you solemnly.

"Man, I didn't know Lit wanted to be an active participant, he would've been a great help when we got stuck fighting—"

You shake your head urgently, the last thing you want is to scare everyone by making them think there are killing automatons threatening to get loose.

"So everyone's got their costumes already?" You ask the group to change the subject.

"Oh, I do," Annabeth smiles proudly.

Percy groans. "She doesn't wanna tell me what she planned and I'm honestly kind of offended that she left me out of it this year."

"Must be something big, then. Calypso made it?"

"Nah, she was busy getting the stuff needed to host here," Leo brushes it off.

"Wasn't that your job?"

"My job was the decorations and snacks. She got the entertainment and chairs job."

"So the hardest part."

"Hardly, Calypso works at a summer camp nearby and she made friends with the music teacher, and he's part of a band or something so she already had half her part done the moment she got it."

"Cool," Reyna sighs and stretches. "But I still think you guys won't outdo Camp Jupiter's week-long celebration."

"Well, unfortunately, we're just three people," you raise a brow. "Camp Jupiter had their entire population helping out."

"Can we please not go there again?" Thalia groans. "Let's watch the movie!"

Jason grabs the TV remote and is about to press play when a loud screeching noise comes from the hallway. You sit up stiffly and lock eyes with Leo, listening intently.

"What was that?" Annabeth frowns.

"The piping," Leo lies promptly.

"Maybe. Probably."

"Hey, guys—"

You and Leo scream before realizing it's Lit again, his sword scratching the hard floor while he struggles to hold it under a bunch of huge fluffy pillows. He stops and looks slightly ashamed.

"Sorry. I just came to bring you these for the people that are seated on the floor."

"Ah, thanks, man!" Leo gets up to help him. "Hey, why don't you stay? There's plenty of room in here and we could use some help eating all this food."

Lit hesitates and you pat his arm. "Sorry we screamed, we're watching scary movies and you caught us off guard."

"I keep doing that," he grumbles, then sighs and shrugs. "Yeah, okay, I don't have anything better to do."

You take Leo to the side while Lit settles between Reyna and Jason.

"Dude, we gotta fix this FNAF situation."

Leo stares at you making a face. "How the hell did you manage to pronounce that?"

"Focus!" You snap your fingers. "The killer robots, Leo!"

"Dude, they're trapped," he dismisses your concern. "I'll take care of it after the party."

You would like to urge him to do it before the place is packed with people, especially if mortals are scheduled to come and entertain, but at the same time, you think that saying it will jinx things, and the last thing you want is to make a mess of things.

"Fine," You look at the pitch-dark hallway to your left with concern, knowing somewhere down the path there is a room welded shut with a dozen murderous robots doing gods know what to themselves. You try not to, but the image of them merging and becoming some kind of cursed Voltron passes through your mind.

"It'll be fine, Y/N, don't worry," Leo winks at you, lightly nudging you forward so you sit down again. When you move, you miss Leo's expression of deep unease as he stares down the same hall you were looking into.

[fictionkinfessions]

Rant time, because Ink sans feels (haha, ironic sentence) and I wanna get them all out before I forget them!!

Omfg, I don’t think I had any kids in my canon, but if I did, I’d want to go to the ends of the earth to protect them. There are so many now, I can’t possibly remember all of them, but I really hope they’re in good hands in their canons. And also, I’m sorry, but THEIR DESIGNS ARE SO FUCKING COOL??? WTF??? ILYSM!!! PJ, IM SORRY IM SO SHITTY TO YOU IN SO MANY INTERPRETATIONS!! AND GRADIENT!! AND STAIN!! AND PASTEL!! AND BLUEPRINT!! IF YOU WERE TREATED POORLY BY YOUR INK, YOU HAVE ONE OUT THERE WHO CARES ABOUT YOU!!

Sorry about the caps!! I just got really excited, *nervous laughter*

I wasn’t dating anyone (and I was in a QPR with Error, hehe, I’ll never shut up about it, ily/p), but I don’t mind ships of me as much! Just as long as they’re not doing… *ahem* weird stuff with me, I don’t mind! Ship InkMare if you want! It’s great! Or DrInk! Or ErrorInk! I! Don’t! Care! Art is art! Have fun with it!

I was autistic, fandom!! Obviously! And so was Error! And so were Dream and Nightmare! Almost everyone in the multiverse was Neurodivergent in some way! Allistics still ran rampant, but the OG Sans, Papyrus, royal family, and Frisk (among others who I can’t remember!) were all neurodivergent! Meaning that all versions of them would probably have that trait!

STOP VILLAINIZING ME FOR MY ACTIONS IN UNDERVERSE!! It wasn’t my canon, but it’s not that Ink’s fault. He failed to consider how it would affect people, because he literally CANT. None of us can! We are CHAOTIC NEUTRAL! We have grey morals, but they make sense based on our view of the world! PLEASE, IM NOT EVIL, I AM LITERALLY JUST A GUY WHO PROTECTS AUS AND HAS NO SOUL!

Blue was the responsible one of the Stars. The only one who could make good decisions. I was… well, me, and Dream, on top of being severely overworked and sleep deprived, was too optimistic over what we could and couldn’t do. Give Blue more credit. Please. I’m pretty sure he saved our lives multiple times by anticipating traps and sneak attacks.

x

[oceanlue]

if your requests are open can we PLEASE get some headcanons of making out with the YV boys?

Absolutely and sorry for the long wait it's been really hectic in life

Making out 💋 😘

💗Alphonse 🍭🧁

After a long day of work and dealing with people you just want to sit down and relax while you watch a movie with your little cinnamon roll

But I think he had other plans

After you guys came home from work you decide to sit down and watch a movie

And a few minutes after the movie was playing he started to get a little cuddly

Then a little handsy

And then he started to kiss you up your neck making you weak for him

And then it turned to soft kissing to a full make out Session

And while you guys were having your little session you finally pulled away and stared at each other

"Damn boo *huff* if I knew you were going to be like Dat I would have brought a little something extra but how about we take this from the couch to the bed"

Have dun with your mind of that

🧡Seth 🏕🍂

Both of you were having a fun time he took you for a drive on his Harley and you felt so free with the wind in your hair

Then you two decide to make camp in the woods looking up at the stars as Seth tells you lots of stories and apparently the Mothman

But we love him too much to tell him to shut up

After a little bit it was now a quiet night as you both stared up at the star sky and thinking about the future

And then Seth had a great idea he started to kiss your cheek your forehead your ear and then your lips soft kisses filled with passion of love and embrace but then it got a little heated

You guys were now in a full makeout session and there was no stopping

" well sugar if we're going to have this much fun I reckon we better head into a tent when want any stragglers to see what we're doing"

*wink*

Hey you know what they say

Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy

💚Finn 🪴🌻

Now I know what you're thinking

He's too sweet to start something so naughty

So you're basically going to have to start instead

After been closed his flower shop you were upstairs with some fresh fruits from the garden and vegetables and starting to make dinner

He came up behind you hugged you with the warm from you and him it was a nice little moment

So you decide to ruin the moment

You turned around held his cheek in your hand and gave him a soft kiss as he blushed a fierce red across his face as he stutters with the cute little mumbles he does

Then a few more kisses on his face on his cheek forehead is cute nose and then passionate kiss on his lips

You two can stop and he was now cornered on the counter with your arms trapping him in as you continue to take his breath away

" dear......oh my well......orchid this was something but maybe we ....should have this session after dinner"

Have fun

❤Auron☕🖋

It was work time and everyone was on the clock busy until lunch time

Has lunch time rolled around you are on your way to deliver some papers to your boss(sexy boss he is)

And as you were walking you got pulled into a Supply Closet ( he says this in the audio too look it up if you don't believe me)

You're about to turn around to the culprit and yell at him but he pinned you down to the wall

Turns out it was your boss and he was giving you that God damn sexy smirk that made your knees weak

You're going to question him but he looked deep into your eyes as both of you at the same desire he put his forehead to yours as if asking for permission

And you nod

He then starts to give you so much passion in the one kiss that you can hold yourself up so he had to carry you by your thighs

It was getting a little bit much more heated as he was going to take his tie off but stopped cuz you remembered your both at work

" Don't Worry My Little rookie we can finish this little session when we go to my place and I have new toys for us to try out and I think you might like that, isn't that right...pet"

I'm about to have fun ...

well I'll see you guys later

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Hope you love this

I want to apologize if I haven't been on and writing stuff more frequently it's some situations in my life that must take action first before any writing or drawing I do with my mental health and my physical well-being I hope you all understand

But you guys can send in more ask if you want to I will get to them when I can

Thank you

💙💙💙

[autism-criminal]

Amnesia Rules

summary: My friend’s reading the Journey to the West, and Wukong used to eat people before he joined Sanzang on his trip?? So, what if, when interrupted from his meditation, Wukong’s memories of the journey were also gone?

warnings: he is trying to eat Tang, crying, being chased

Tang, along with Pigsy, was thrown from his feet as Wukong awoke from his meditation, the T.E.A. filling with light. Tang looked up at the Great Sage, his expression one of awe and nervousness.

“Man, I’m starving!” Wukong declared, turning around to face Pigsy and Tang. His eyes widened as he noticed the latter.

Tang and Pigsy rose to their feet, exchanging nervous glances.

“Uh, Monkey King?” Tang spoke up. “How are you feeling, other than hungry?”

Wukong licked his lips, his gaze fixed on Tang.

“I’m fine,” he answered simply, stepping forwards towards Pigsy, though he didn’t stop looking at Tang. His next words were a stage whisper.

“What do you say we split him?”

Pigsy looked over at Wukong in confusion, looking from Wukong to Tang, to Wukong again.

“What?” Pigsy exclaimed, confused. “Split who?

Tang has begun fiddling with his fingers; if he recalled correctly, Wukong had had a habit of eating humans before he joined Sanzang on his journey to the West. But… he wasn’t going to eat him, right?

“Well, your friend,” Wukong answered easily. “You’re keeping him around to eat him, right?”

“Why would I do that?” Pigsy asked, looking at Tang. The moment he took his eyes off of Wukong, the monkey pounced, reaching out to grab Tang.

The human yelped, jumping to the side, letting Wukong crash into the wall of the T.E.A.

“I’m sorry!” Tang said almost immediately, slowly stepping back.

Wukong rose to his feet, paying no mind to the apology, running at Tang again.

“I find that humans taste best boiled,” the monkey commented, seemingly directed at Pigsy, who was standing there in shock. “I know that some like them roasted, though.”

“Don’t eat me!” Tang yelled, climbing into the driver’s seat, trying not to reveal how terrified he was.

Pushing himself against the locked door, he realized he was trapped.

Tang grabbed the door handle, frantically feeling for the lock, too scared to look away from Wukong, briefly squeezing his eyes shut to somehow remove the tears forming in his eyes.

When he opened them again, he flattened himself closer to the door as he saw Wukong reaching out, grabbing Tang’s arms and pulling him out of the seat.

“You really put up a fight there, bud!” Wukong said, laughing as he dragged Tang out of the seat. The force of Wukong’s grip and being bumped against the seat was definitely going to cause a bruise later. Wukong continued his taunting;

“Maybe I’ll fry ya instead.”

Accepting that this was it for him, Tang closed his eyes, still trying not to cry.

After a few moments, he felt Wukong’s grip loosen. Hesitantly, Tang opened his eyes, and saw Wukong on the floor. Pigsy stood over him, holding a thick cookbook.

Backing away from the two of them, his eyes wide with fear, Tang curled into a ball and sobbed. His eyes hurt, as did his wrists. He flinched when a hand rested on his shoulder.

Tang looked up and immediately scrambled to his feet, pushing Wukong away.

“Why are you—“

“No, no, wait,” Tang stammered as he backed away, his hands shaking. “Please, don’t…”

“Don’t what?” Wukong asked, smiling and tilting his head. “I mean, I’m upset that you ruined my meditation, but I’m not gonna kill you or anything.”

Tang nodded, still shaking. He found himself pressed against the wall again, staring at Wukong, struggling to speak.

“Yeah, of course.”

[rainydaydally]

Here in this labyrinth (I’m trapped) Chapter 6

WARNINGS: Transphobia Deadnaming Fighting Misgendering

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m just worried about my son getting hurt!” Sheila retaliates. “Ma, you KNOW Stan. He would never hurt me! You just want me to seem perfect and Stan to be the bad guy!” Kyle says. Sheila opens her mouth to say something but Kyle doesn’t let her get it out. He stands up from his seat at the dining table and stomps up the stairs to his bedroom.

When Kyle enters his room, he shuts the door, locks it, and lays down onto his bed. He looks at his phone and sees he got a text from Stan. “Came out to my mom as bi.” Kyle smiles and texts back. “Thats amazing! I’m guessing it went well?” Stan replies a minute later. “Yeah, she’s really supportive. It was still scary though. Was coming out to your parents as trans scary?” “Well, even when I was little I never felt like a girl. I woud cry when my parents put dresses on me LMAO. So, they weren’t too surprised when I came out at 8, then everything kinda went from there.” Kyle texts Stan, but then hears a knock on his door.

Kyle puts his phone down, but doesn’t answer the door right away. “Kyle?” Sheila’s voice says, small and calm. “Open the door, please.” He groans and unlocks the door and then walks back into his bed. She enters his room and walks to where he’s lying. “Bubbie, I’m sorry. You know how I get. I’m just worried about you.” Kyle nods as his mom pushes the hair on his forehead back. “Stan isn’t just your boyfriend. He’s also your best friend. I should know that he wouldn’t hurt you and I’m sorry.” Kyle sits up from where he is in bed, and hugs her. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I yelled at you.” Kyle says. Sheila places a kiss on his forehead before saying, “I’ll save your dinner plate for later.” And walks out of his bedroom.

Kyle goes back on his phone and messages Stan for a bit, and then goes into the bathroom to take a shower. He avoids looking at himself in the mirror at all costs, showers, and then puts his clean clothes on. He does his hair, washes his face, and then finally goes to bed.

Even though it’s only 8:45, Kyle hides under his covers, forcing himself to sleep. He was extremely tired, so he didn’t need to force it much.

The next day, Kyle wakes up to his horrible alarm again. He wishes Cartman had atleast outed him on a Friday instead of a Monday. Whatever, he had yesterday off so today is already half way through the week. Kyle yawns and gets out of his bed,

He gets ready for school as usual, and exits his house. “Hey.” Someone says as he walks out his door. He looks up and sees his boyfriend, Stan Marsh. “Hey Stan.” Kyle says, as him and Stan start to walk to the bus stop together. They don’t talk much, but they don’t need to. They’re basically one step away from reading eachother’s minds.

They arrive at the bus stop, and (thankfully) Cartman isn’t there, just Kenny. “Cartman must be too scared to show up.” Stan remarks as the three of them wait for the bus. Kyle and Kenny laugh. “He got his mommy to drive him to school.” Kenny says. “No, Dude. His mom definitely hates him now, too. He’s probably walking to school.” Kyle says matter of factly, but still with fun in his tone. “The little sh*t deserves it.” Stan says, looking at Kyle.

Suddenly the bus shows up, and the three of them climb into it. Kyle and Stan sit next to each other, and Kenny sits next to Butters. “Hiya fellas! Great to see you back, Kyle! Hope ya doing alright.” Kyle smiles. “I am, thank you Butters.” Butters really is a sweet kid, just sometimes he talks for what seems like hours on end.

The bus eventually arrives at their school, and they all go inside. “You ready to go back?” Stan asks Kyle. Kyle holds onto his hand tightly, and nods. Kyle, Stan, Kenny, and Butters enter the school.

They all walk to their lockers, preparing for the school day. “I’m going to head to the bathroom before class.” Kyle says as Stan nods, continuing to put things in his locker. Kyle walks through the hallways to the bathroom, looking down at the ground. He really doesn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. When he arrives at the bathroom door, he sees Cartman leaning on the open door on his phone.

Kyle eyerolls and walks past him, but Cartman quickly stands in front of him, blocking the entrance. “Dude, what the f*ck? Let me through.” Kyle says, anger rising. “No girls are allowed in the boys bathroom. Kylie, you should know this.” Kyle knows people heard, and are starting to watch. His deadname rings in his ears. “There’s no f*cking way I’m using the girls bathroom. I’m obviously a boy.” Kyle’s voice raises, as he tries to shimmy his way past Cartman. Stan and Kenny hear commotion around the boy’s bathroom, and go there to see what was going on. The scene unfolds in front of them. A few seconds later, Kyle stops trying to get around Cartman, and stares at him dead in the eyes.

“What do you mean ‘obviously a boy’? You have long-ish hair, long eyelashes, a girly face, and- most importantly- a GIRL BODY. You’re a F*CKING GIRL, KYLIE!” Thump.

The sound of Kyle’s fist hitting Cartman’s face. The crowd around them errupts into gasps. Cartman holds the part of his face that was hit, now red. “Goddammit, you f*cking tr*nny.” He punches Kyle with his other arm in his chest. Kyle stumbles back a bit, but quickly hits Cartman right on his temple. “F*ck. I am not gonna get beat up by some stupid girl.”Cartman says under his breath, punching Kyle in the gut, and then his face. Kyle wraps his arms around his stomach, sucking in sharp breaths through his teeth. His ribs hurt so, so bad.

Kyle goes to punch Cartman again, but feels his arms almost being locked. He just now notices Stan and Kenny holding his arms back, and Craig and Tolkien holding Cartman’s arms back. “No, please… he deserves it..” Kyle says, his voice shaking, his breaths sharp and weak. “I know, Kyle, I know.” Kenny says in Kyle’s ear as he holds him back, and they drag him away.

Chapter 1

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Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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The slow, eye widening realization that you are about to relapse. The tears threaten to flow down your face, begging you to close your eyes so as not to traumatize yourself with the sight of your own making. Your hand reaches for your addiction as you no longer have control of yourself. You beg your brain to stop and how it will hurt so many people around. But it won't listen. That organ buzzes with toxic electricity that no amount of shock therapy can fix, begging for some kind of refuge from its own pain. It won't stop screaming, and you need it to shut up. You know how to stop it temporarily, but never for long. You tear away from yourself in hopes of making that hole in your chest a great plain rather than a gorged valley of blood. You're willing to do anything but distraught with your options. You feel cornered and trapped as you start. Just one would be fine. An escape from this drowning hole. That's all I need. Please let it be all I need. But now you're dissociating and can feel the pain. You aren't supposed to feel pain, so you lean in deeper into yourself until you forget how many you did and find yourself on the bathroom floor. Eyes stained with the memory of what you have done as you stare shell-shocked of your own making. You can't think. You finally feel your mind go blank from screams. Your mind is silent and frozen in terror, but it's just that. Silent. You hate the feeling of being afraid, but you were willing to do anything to make it stop. I smile as I watch myself slowly paint the floor. Roses with each drop and its roots embedded in me. A garden of which I pruned of its flowers, for this soil has no more nutrients to sustain the life it desperately wanted. I laugh as my garden grows all over my floor, edging on mania as I weep in relief of the delusion and distance I have given myself from my former reality. I fall into my garden and finally close my eyes. A happy ending no one would see coming. Happy endings belong only to the suicidal because in the end, we are all going to die. How dare anyone take this away from me.

[madamemedic]

Caged Songbird (Chapter 3: First Meeting In Memories)

Dark, now soaked in the rain, had finally returned home, but it didn't matter. He didn't care about the fact that he was cold or that he was dripping wet. The two souls within the body had not stopped the stormy back and forth.

"I swear if I knew he would stoop that low, I would have done something different. Maybe..."

"Maybe nothing Celine; you told me he wasn't going to include her. You told me that she would be safe. That is the ONLY reason why I agreed to leave her there!"

"Well, we did, and we can't change that; what happened has happened. So we can end this and try to move on."

"How can I move on? I left her, and now... and now she hates me." Damien could feel it like a flowing river. The pain, fear, regret and anger. Anger at Mark but mostly at himself. He let you get in harm's way, and now you're trapped in Mark's care instead of a mirror. Ironic, Both of them trapped you in one way. Which is worse is up for debate; however, this didn't make him feel any better about it.

"She doesn't hate you."

"SHE DOES! I KNOW SHE DOES."

"Don't be silly; she doesn't hate you."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW!? HOW? I was going to marry her, Celine; I had to ring and everything. I was going to have a perfect life. A wife, a few kids and maybe even a dog." Celine knew she had to be careful, she knew that her brother was in an unstable state, and that was the last thing she needed.

"You're right. I don't know. I don't know that she will ever love you ever again, but what I do know is sitting here and feeling sorry for ourselves isn't going to help."

Damien knew what Celine was saying was true. The faster they stopped Mark, the faster they could return to some semblance of everyday life. Hell, maybe you could learn to love him again. You did it once; who's to say it won't happen again?

"You're right; I'm sorry. I'll calm down." Damien had now calmed down. Celine could tell he was calm but needed some time for himself, so she left him and resumed control of the body.

Damien remembered when you two first met. It was awkward and silly, but damn, was it something he thought of with great fondness.

*Flashback*

Late. Late was something that Mark hated with a fiery passion, so when Damien was on his way to the meeting place. However, he wasn't paying attention. Then, just as he was about to turn into the corridor, he bumped into somebody. That somebody was you. Something that he didn't know until he heard a voice come from in front of him on the floor.

"Could you look where you are going? You're going make... me... late" That was when he saw you for the first time. You had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen; it's almost like you had him in a trance that he wasn't sure if he ever wanted to break free.

"I'm so sorry; please allow me to help you up" Damien held his hand out for you to take. Then, almost in slow motion, you did. Your tiny hand in his much larger one. It was a moment frozen in time. Hand in hand, eyes locked into each others. That was until he helped you up from the floor.

"Oh, there you are; I was starting to think you forgot how much I hate tardiness." Mark is close to where you came from. Damien smiles at his friend.

"Of course not, Mark; I was in awful traffic, but at least I made it."

"Oh, I see you have met my bestest friend (Y/N). Damien this is (Y/N), (Y/N), this is Damien" You shook hands, but you two couldn't help but feel the electricity as your hands touched again. It was almost like fate for you two to meet.

If you two weren't looking into each other's eyes, you would have seen a flash of irritation in Mark's eyes, maybe even the slight curl in his lip, but as fast as it was shown, it was gone.

"Well, now you are here, Damien, maybe we can all finally go to that new pizza place that just opened. I hope you don't mind."

New pizza place? The last one nearly got shut down due to missing children. He only hoped that it wasn't the same one. The place was smelly and to staff looked half-dead. But still, this could give him a chance to get to know you better.

"Sure, I'll pay. My treat."

"Are you sure? I can pay for my own pizza."

"Duh, free pizza is free pizza (Y/N). Now let's get going. I am starving. In fact, I may pass away due to how hungry I am." Mark loops his arm into yours while dragging you into the elevator.

*End Flashback*

That pizza place was the old one rebooted, but it shut down again. This time was because the pizzeria was burnt to the ground. Some say the owners were collecting insurance fraud since the place wasn't selling many pizzas, others say it was the parents getting revenge, and some of the crazier said it was the owner's son. Whoever did it did a good job. The building was barely anything there when the firefighters got there. Oh, and the pizza sucked.

Dark stared up at the ceiling. He didn't like remembering the past, it hurt too much, but it was the only way he felt close to you anymore. You looked so shy and small that day. He even remembers what you had ordered and even the way you gently pushed the pizza away when it was clear you hated it.

"I know it hurts, and she is mad, but I don't think she can stay mad at you. You can't give up on her, Damien. She will come to understand," Celine hated seeing her brother like this.

"I know, still don't stop it from hurting."

Dark didn't need to sleep but being in bed with the covers over his body calmed him down. It was the closest to feeling like himself again.

(Author's Note. Sorry, I've been lazy; more updates to follow. More memories to come)

[rafor]

Chapter 74 - Kryo - The Glitch

As I opened my eyes, a faint glow seeped through the cracks in the wall. I nudged Raphael, who was still asleep beside me. He groaned and turned away, reluctant to leave the warmth of our makeshift bed. “Do you see that?” I whispered, pointing at the light. He mumbled something unintelligible and said, “Yeah, I see.” I strained my ears and noticed something else. “Do you hear that?” I asked him. He frowned and looked at me with suspicion. “I can’t hear anything. What’s wrong?” he said. I smiled and said, “The silence. The storm is over.” His eyes widened, and he sprang to his feet. “Great, then we can get moving,” he said, still keeping the blanket. We climbed to the top of the tower outside and scanned the horizon. I said, “We came from that direction. Maybe we could move that way.” But then I stopped. There was something in the distance that caught my attention. Raphael followed my gaze and gasped. “Is that another building?” he said. I squinted and saw a faint outline of spires and walls. “It looks like a kingdom,” I said. He said, “Should we try to reach it?” I thought about that for a moment, then shook my head. I looked at myself and felt a pang of sadness. “They don’t know me. They’re going to think that I’m a Shadow dragon. We can’t,” I said. He was about to say something, but then we heard a sound. Someone opened the door downstairs. I said in a low tone, “Someone is here. We must leave.” He nodded and climbed on my back. I glided down the tower, hoping to escape unnoticed. As I did so, I tried to flap my wings, but something was still wrong with them. I landed softly, not even fifty meters away. But we were too late. The visitor had reached the top and spotted us. “Hey you! Stop right there!” he shouted. I cursed under my breath. This was the last thing we needed. Raphael was still weak and vulnerable, and I shielded him with my body, ready to face our pursuer. A blast of cold air hit us, and I saw an Ice dragon flying towards us. An Ice dragon that I had believed I would never see again. It was Kryo.

He caught sight of Raphael behind me, and his eyes widened in recognition. “Get away from the human! Shadow dragon!” he commanded. I obeyed without hesitation and whispered to Raphael, “You’ll be fine. Do what he says. His name is Kryo.” Raphael nodded and waited nervously. Kryo landed in front of him and said, “Let me touch you. I can’t believe my eyes.” He reached out a claw and gently stroked Raphael’s face. “Good day, Kryo. I’m glad to see you,” Raphael said politely.

Kryo’s voice rose in volume as he asked, “Where are your wings? Oh, sorry, where have you been all these years?” Raphael told him what he knew about me. I tried to sneak away quietly, but Kryo noticed and snapped, “Don’t move. I’m not done with you.” I said, “I’m not a threat, Guardian Kryo. Please.” He said, “How do you know my name? Did he tell you?” I said, “It’s complicated. I know you won’t believe this, but we’re the same person, I think.” He said, “No, Raphael is not a dragon. You are not.” I didn’t reply but hung my head in shame.

He turned to Raphael and said, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He walked towards me and summoned ice from the ground, trapping my legs. I struggled to break free, but it was useless. I shouted, “Wait, I swear, I’m Raphael too. Please let me explain.” He conjured a spear of ice like the ones I used to wield. I said, “Maybe you know me by another name. What about Nox?” He said, “You’re in the wrong place. Shut up, liar.” Raphael came to my defense and said, “Please, Kryo, he isn’t lying. He is Raphael too.” Kryo accused me, “Are you controlling his mind or something?” I said, “I’m not controlling his mind. My powers are frozen.” He paused and then said, “Oh, now I understand why you didn’t turn into a shadow. Well, too bad.” He pointed the spear at my head and asked, “So, let’s see, how did you get here?” I said, “I have no idea.” Then Raphael said, “I brought him here by accident. Please don’t harm him. He saved my life during the storm.” He considered that and said, “Did you really help a human?” I said, “Yeah, what else could I do? Let my twin freeze to death? Anyway, I’m happy to see you again, Kryo.” He said, “Stop talking to me like that. I don’t know you.”

“I repeat to you that I’m Raphael and also King Nox. How can I prove that to you?” I challenged him.

He smirked and said, “Let’s see about that. If you answer correctly, maybe I’ll believe you. If you don’t, I’ll use this.” He flashed his ice spear like the prized weapon of an executioner.

I swallowed hard and said, “Okay, I’m in. Even if it has been decades ago, let’s see what I remember.”

He began his interrogation. “What’s the name of the governor of the kingdom where Raphael appeared?”

“Aura Aetherius, a pink dragon,” I answered without hesitation.

He nodded and asked, “What’s the name of the Light dragon, if there’s one?”

“The name of the Light dragon is Akira. And she was also my mentor. Did you know that she also visited my kingdom? She has a son now and lives with Fyrenthos. They’re so happy together.” I added with a smile.

He widened his eyes and said, “I didn’t know that. Anyway, correct. I believe you, hi Raphael.”

I sighed in relief and said, “Thank you, finally! Hi Kryo. Now, could you please unfreeze my legs? The ice is burning me.”

He snapped his fingers, and the ice shattered. He looked at me and the other Raphael with curiosity and said, “How the hell are there two of you now? I don’t understand.”

I shrugged and said, “I don’t know. We met recently. I didn’t know there were two of us until now. Anyway, I’m the Raphael that you know better. He is me, but like this.” I gestured to his human form.

We walked in silence for a while, and then the other Raphael said, “It’s better if we don’t talk about my previous job. Anyway, I’m still freezing. Could we move back to the tower or somewhere warmer, please?”

Kryo ignored his request and said, “I heard of a king by the name of Nox, so it was you all this time?”

I nodded and said, “I was, and I’m proud of it.”

He sighed and said with a sad tone, “King Nox disappeared a decade ago.”

I frowned and said, “Maybe you’re confusing me with another Nox. I didn’t leave the kingdom for even a month.” But he asked, “Are you King Nox from the kingdom of the Whispering Wind?”

I confirmed, “Correct, I am.”

He shook his head and said, “Then I wasn’t mistaken. You’ve disappeared for years. About ten years, I think.”

Then the other Raphael gasped and said with wide open eyes and a trembling voice, “Damnit, I made a mess.”

I asked him, “What do you mean?”

He explained, “I think that I may have brought us ten years ahead of time. We’ve been dead for a decade. That’d explain the time gap he is talking about.”

I stared at them in disbelief and said, “Is this a joke? Right? Right?”

Kryo looked surprised, and the other Raphael hung his head and said, “No, it isn’t. Sorry.”

I felt a surge of panic and said, “Oh no. Ten years? How?” I paused and then added in a whisper, “No, no, no! It can’t be. I need to get back! Even if… I’m not sure if I should. Freya is going to kill me.”

Kryo spoke in a grave tone. “Some say that a band of Water dragons is still searching for you. And Queen Freya... she has never left the palace since her king vanished.” His words pierced my heart like icicles. I broke down in tears and sobbed. “Oh, how I miss them all. My daughters, my son, everyone. I failed to keep my promise.” Kryo looked at me with curiosity. “What promise?” he asked. I felt a surge of embarrassment and wiped my eyes. “It’s nothing, really. I just told my son I would be back in a few months. I think he wanted to introduce me to his soulmate.” Kryo nodded. “I heard that Prince Zephyrion has formed a bond with an Ice wyvern,” he said. I stared at him in disbelief. “How do you know that? How can you know so much about my kingdom yet not recognize its king and attack me?” He chuckled and shook his head. “I never met the king. You were a stranger to me. I’m sorry.” I sighed and looked away. I was ashamed of myself. I had been too reckless. Then I asked him, “Can you take us back home?” He shook his head again. “Not now, but I’ll try to help you with that. In the meantime, would you like to visit our kingdom?” He pointed to the horizon, where a glittering city of ice and snow stood. I asked him, “That’s the kingdom of the Frozen Crystal?” He nodded and said, “Yes, that’s the name. Why do you ask?” Raphael, who had been silent until then, spoke up. “Is it true that there’s a magic crystal there with the power of a thousand ice dragons and multiple elements?” He sounded eager and hopeful. Kryo hesitated and said, “I can’t confirm or deny that.” He glanced at Raphael and said, “Come on, let’s go to the kingdom. We’ll talk more there.” Then he turned to me and asked, “Can you carry Raphael there?” I nodded and said, “Sure, we’ll be there soon.” Kryo smiled and said, “See you at the gates.” He flew away, announcing our arrival at the gates. We followed him on foot, with Raphael riding on my back like a lazy passenger. I was glad to help him, but damn, he felt heavy. And I was still weak. And my wings were useless. I wished they would heal soon.