#He's supposed to be a sword but now he's a fox

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Fox E-Ming

Fic fanart for iJoke on A03, and their story; now streaming: @scrap.c0llector!

A Tian Guan Ci Fu streamer au. It's really very good, go read it! :]

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50au part 30

They were going to fuck with his head again. He didn't really even understand what they were doing the first time, and now they were keeping him captive and not even letting him choose whether they could do this or not. 

At least the purple one- at least Donnie didn't seem to want to do it. 

And yet, he still sat in the magic circle and closed his eyes. Even as Leo stared him down and willed him not to do this. 

He'd already seen enough of, Leo knew he'd seen it. He didn’t want them to see it. Sure, he didn't believe they were his family, but he didn't want them to…to pity him after what they saw there. 

The way the purple one had looked at him before…he didn't even know these people that well, but it crushed something inside him to think of them all looking at him like that. 

He fought against his restraints with everything he had, the metal biting into his arms and legs the more he strained. If he had his swords he could just portal away, but he didn't know where they were. Based on what they had told him, one of them had probably locked the swords away. 

He glanced around with his limited head movement, the back of the bulky armchair blocking most of his view. He had to make a plan before Draxum started the spell again. 

His eyes caught the gaze of the rat. Their…father. Somehow. 

He didn't understand it, but Leo knew he had to use the one thing he had left. His voice. 

“Dad! Dad, please, don't let them do this!” He put everything he had into it, watching the rat with a pleading expression, “ Dad, please, I'm scared.” 

“ Blue..” The rat frowned, eyes shining with tears. He reached out his hands as if to free Leo, but Draxum put an arm out and stopped him. 

“ Do not fall for it, Lou. He's trying to get you to free him,” He warned, glaring at Leo.

Leo glared right back. He knew this guy was evil. 

“ Dad, don't listen to him! He’s- he's evil! He threw me off a building, remember!?” Leo whined, struggling against the restraints. The chair didn't budge. 

“ Dad, please! I promise I'll- I'll be good! I'll clean my room and- and I'll never ask you for anything ever again, just please help me!” 

The rat watched him with wet eyes and a frown, before turning away, eyes cast to the ground. 

Fury ignited in his chest. 

“FINE! MIGHT AS WELL JUST SAY YOU DON'T LOVE ME, THEN!” He bit out, wriggling to try and at least knock the chair over or something. Anything. 

“I’LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS! ANY OF YOU!” He glanced at his supposed brothers, their eyes still shut and their markings glowing faintly. He hoped they could still hear this. He needed them to hear this, “ I'M GONNA REMEMBER THIS AND I WON’T FORGIVE ANY OF YOU!” 

The rat looked up at that, but Leo only caught a glimpse of his expression before everything went dark. 

Leo let out a shuddering breath. He was somewhere dark.

He was drifting somewhere dark and cold and empty again. 

Pain ignited everywhere. There wasn't a spot on his body that didn't hurt. Not a scale untouched by that burning, biting feeling. 

Every stale, dusty breath felt like something broke inside him, like a piece of his soul as crumbling away and drifting off into the dark expanse around him. 

He wheezed out a faint chuckle. He must have blacked out for a second, the lack of real oxygen up here finally getting to him. They should really consider using this place as an inspiration for a Jupiter Jim comic. 

Leo could see it now, in bright red print across the cover. 

‘Jupiter Jim and the Prison Dimension’ 

“Heh. That'd be…that’d be a 20 part special,” He wheezed, the unrelenting darkness seeming to steal the sound right from his mouth. There wasn't even an echo, a persistent ringing he hadn't noticed taking up residence instead. 

Even though he was probably about to die, Leo could only imagine what that special might look like. Jupiter Jim obviously gets trapped there, separated from Red Fox…but it's for the greater good. He's a hero. 

The first day would be hard, probably. He'd be in pain and drifting through space. Maybe his comms were broken and his suit was malfunctioning. He'd discover there was oxygen here.  Shitty oxygen, but still. 

Even though Jupiter Jim was always so brave in the movies, Leo liked to think that maybe he was a little scared this time. That he knew he was going to die and no one was going to save him. And then Jupiter Jim would give up and let himself just hang in stasis for all of eternity. 

But Jupiter Jim always figures it out, so he'd spend the next 20 parts trying to survive against all odds. 

Leo wanted to do that, too. 

Survive. 

Even though no one was coming for him…and no one even knew he was gone…

He wanted to live. 

Leo shuffled, the sound drowned out by the persistent ringing. A sob caught in his throat, and that made the dam break. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he drew himself in, getting smaller and smaller. A blip on the map, a speck of dust floating in space. Stuck there with no one to even remember that it existed. 

He missed New York. He missed the Lair. He missed ordering a fresh pizza at Run of the Mill and sitting at his favorite booth. He missed the Hidden City and all it’s weirdness. 

Hell, he even missed Draxum and all his evil schemes. Pizza supreme, he could never tell anyone that. 

Sobs shook his shoulders and each wheezing, wet breath seemed to stick his nerves with a thousand needles. It hurt, it hurt so fucking bad, but he needed this. 

There was no getting out of this one, and he’d known that when he had drawn up this shitty, shitty plan. 

The only one that was going to remember him now was the krang, if he ever came back to toss Leo around again. 

Give him enough time and Leo might start to miss him, too. 

Leo let out a weak sigh, teeth chattering. He wondered how long he'd been here. 

Last he remembered, Krang was hulk-smashing him through a planet. It had hurt his shell so bad, maybe irreparably bad. He hoped not. He wanted to live. He wanted to call the Jupiter Jim people…the producers or fucking whatever and tell them his awesome idea. 

He could be soooo rich. And he'd get to be an extra in it.

Yeah, that'd be…that’d be cool. 

Moncrief had tried to keep him in his fucked up little JJ museum so he already looked perfect for the part. Heh, he could see it now. His road to fame as a mutant turtle…he had to live for that. 

No. That wasn't right. Leo tucked his hands to his chest, thumbs and forefinger rubbing together. He was supposed to be holding something…something that he was actually supposed to be living for. 

Paper appeared in his hands from seemingly nowhere. Ah, yeah, that's what it was. 

Maybe a comic or something. But it wasn't thick like a comic. It was only one page and it was well worn. Older than it should have been. 

Right, because it was from the future. It was from the future and it had that fucking key on the back. 

He felt the torn edges with his thumb, a tear rolling down his cheek. His breath seemed to catch. 

Right. 

He had to live for them. 

Leo looked down at the photo, the smiling faces of him and his family looking back at him. 

In the dark there was suddenly a warm orange light, illuminating the photo in his hands from behind. 

He turned in the void and was face to face with it. 

A portal. A bright portal that filled him with a strange sort of happiness. It reminded him of sunshine and hope and joy and all the things that were good in the world. 

And razzmatazz and polka dots and competition and the faint smell of spray paint and- 

Leo blinked and it was gone. 

He looked up and remembered all of a sudden what he was supposed to be doing. 

Everything was hot and debris seemed to fall from everywhere - his home was crumbling. He had to save it - he had to keep the Shredder from destroying everything. 

Leo glanced around, the smoke and the fire filling the lair. He could barely keep up with the Shredder, eyes following the purple beast as it launched itself towards him. 

He dodged back as the Shredder swiped at him, barely catching himself with a portal. It wasn't far enough, though, the Shredded crossing the distance like it was nothing. It swiped again and Leo brought the sword up to fight back. The shredder caught the blade as it swung down, sparks flying as he grabbed the odachi and splintered it into pieces like a twig. 

“ my odachi!” Leo scrambled backwards, but the Shredder managed to grab him at the last second, holding him up by his head. This was how he died, this was how he was going to die, he just knew it. 

He kicked and fought and tried to break free, but it was useless. The shredder reeled back and Leo found himself bracing for impact. 

But it never came. Something red and bright and buzzing with protective energy burst from behind, a giant red fist punching the Shredder. It dropped Leo and he scrambled to his feet, pressing himself to the wall and staring in awe as his strong, brave older brother fought the shredder with everything he had. 

Raph had him in a choke hold, squeezing the shredder and holding him back, but then- 

Leo woke with a start. 

As his eyes adjusted to his dark room, they focused on the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling. He was glad he put them there. That way the scary dreams couldn't get him and he didn't have to worry about any monsters getting him either. 

He sat up, heart still beating too fast. It was just a scary dream. He had them all the time and even though this time it was really scary, he was super brave. 

He was so brave he could just go right back to sleep and not even turn on the light or have a snack or anything. 

So he laid back down and he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. But his pillow was too warm now. And his toes were too cold, even under the blanket. And everything was just not right. 

So he needed to find something to make it right. 

He hopped out of bed, grabbing his pillow and his blanket and trailing out into the dark lair. It was always so quiet at night. he didn't like that.  

Leo sometimes wondered if the people who lived here before, the people who made these rooms and stuff, had been loud. He thinks they must have, because they liked a lot of the same things he did, and he liked to be loud. 

He made his way across the large, open floor, glancing up at the sky as he did. He could never see the real stars from down here. The city lights were all too bright. But he had seen them on movies and read about them in books. 

He wondered if they were as bright as the glow in the dark stars. 

Leo sighed and kept going. He passed the red room, with the stuffies and the big bed and the cool posters. He passed the orange room, with the crayons and the sparkling lights and the drawings on the walls. He pushed the curtain of the purple room to the side. 

It was just like his room. Messy, with a matching purple blanket and pillow. There were figures and toys on the shelves and walls. 

He looked up. 

But most importantly, there were the glow in the dark stars. Just like his. 

…They did it like that on purpose. When Donnie had said he wanted his own room, Leo had begged him not to. 

He didn't want Donnie to leave him.in that room alone. In the dark. With all his nightmares and his sleepless nights and the scary thoughts he had. 

He had begged his twin to stay, but Donnie insisted they were old enough for their own rooms. Leo had cried for hours. His twin didn't want him anymore, he didn’t want to match with him anymore. 

What was Leo supposed to do if he didn't have a twin? What was he supposed to do with all the empty space in his room. 

But Donnie had quietly come back to him and taken his hand. He'd led him to his new room and pointed up. 

Donnie had a matching set of glow in the dark stars with him now. 

“ I’m…I’m really scared, too,” Donnie whispered, lying back on the bed with him and staring up at the ceiling, “ but it will be okay. ‘Cause if you ever get scared you can look at your stars, okay?” 

Leo shook his head, “ but what if I'm really, really scared?”

Donnie thought for a second, “ then you can just come in here and we can look at them together.”

Leo sniffled and nodded, watching the stars through his tears, “ okay…” 

And so that's what he was doing now. 

Leo nudged Donnie awake, the softshell blinking at him blearily. 

“Leo, what's wron-”

Leo blinked awake. He was in the med bay. It was sterile white, just like after the invasion and for a moment a swell of panic grew in his chest. 

But there was no beep of the heart monitor, no quiet snoring as Dad watched over him. He sat up suddenly, and glanced around. No, he was completely alone. 

His leg ached a little, and when he glanced down there were some light bruises on his arms and wrists, but other than that he was..he was okay. 

He could hear voices just outside, talking quietly amongst themselves. It was a little weird they weren't in here with him. Last time he was in the med bay, he'd had a pretty steady stream of visitors.  

But he guessed it hadn't been that bad this time. 

He threw the blankets off and examined his leg. It was bandaged up nice and tight, and it only ached a little, so he must not have been on the real good stuff. Which was good, cause he didn't remember what happened anyway, and that stuff always made him so loopy. 

“ might as well greet the paparazzi,” Leo joked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and getting up. It hurt a little to put pressure on, but it didn't seem to be broken or sprained. Some sort of surface wound, then. 

He limped to the door, listening for a moment to see who was there. 

Mikey, Raph.. Maybe Donnie? And then Dad and ….ughhhh, Draxum. Why had they called him? 

Oh well, might as well get the lecture over with. The last thing he remembered was fighting in witch town, so he must have done something stupid to get himself hurt. Maybe cursed? Who knows. 

He slammed the door open with grin, getting a couple of shouts in surprise in return. 

“ morning, fam! You all aren't talking about me out here, are you?”

All five of them turned to look, blinking with wide eyes. 

“Leo, are you…? Do you remember us?” Raph asked, putting his hands up hesitantly, like Leo was a wild animal that could be spooked easily. 

And what the hell kind of question was that, anyway? 

“Uhhhh yeah? Did I like, hit my head or something? Cause I mean, I don't really feel the concussion, ya know?” He chuckled. Yeah, okay, these vibes were rancid. 

“ C'mon, what's the diagnosis, Dr. Dee?” he turned to look at Donnie, but his twin's expression struck something within him that made his entire body grow cold. 

Donnie was staring at him with wide glassy eyes, expression like someone had just told him Atomic Lass had exploded ( for real this time) in the most recent TV special. ( spoiler alert, she did. Donnie was not gonna be happy when he found out.) 

“ Woah, what's that look for? It-it can't have been that bad, right? I'm barely even sore-”

Donnie suddenly stepped forward and wrapped him in the second tightest hug Leo's ever felt from him. The first was when…well, Leo didn't wanna think about that right now. 

It was nice for a few seconds, Leo giving him a firm squeeze back, before starting to pull away. But Donnie didn't let go. 

“Dee? Hey, man, you're like wayyy past your 15 second hug rule time…” He chuckled. 

Donnie squeezed him tighter. 

“ You…you better not be lying..” He murmured, voice so quiet Leo almost didn't hear him. 

Leo frowned. 

He didn't like this. He didn’t like this at all. 

What had happened to him? 

And why couldn't he remember any of it?

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We're gettin close to an ending :33 I was gonna write this as Donnie's POV but decided in the end that Leo would be more fun since the kinda just has been experiencing the memories as they go through them :/ Also side note: the reason he was able to see Donnie the last time was because Donnie had direct contact with him during the memory. so that's what that was about.

I'll probably do one or two more parts to this, we'll see how the cookie crumbles and all

Part 1 | Part 29 | Part 31

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sandor Clegane x reader

Chapter 5

Read previous chapter here

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for the chapter- SMUT! 18+, pinv, unprotected sex, female genitals, fem reader, bruises, size kink (if you squint), 18+ themes and lanaguage, nakedness.

Entering your chambers for the night you let your handmaidens undress you and get you into night wear before you send them away for the night. You sit on the bed brushing your hair out as a book is propped up open to the pages you've been reading. 

The serenity of the reading is broken with the door opening and Sandor walks in having been cleaned off and changed armor sets for the rest of the day. Shocked at first why he’d be in here but then remembering it is supposed to be your shared chambers. 

You watch as Sandor places down his sword and walks to the large chair by the fireplace. He drags the chair a far distance from the fire but still enough to barely feel its warmth. You've arrived at your room late. You now wonder what time it is now you had time to undress, bathe and read for around an hour. You close your book and get up. As you see him, he sits in the chair. 

“I thought I told the servants not to place this fucking chair here!” He bellows angrily at the events of the day. 

“Sandor.” You speak. 

“And I thought I told you NOT TO CALL ME THAT!” He yells slumping down into the chair. You walk over to him. 

“Take off your armor or I can call in the servants to come help you�� you say. 

“I don't want servants here.” He grumbles. 

“May I help you?” You ask boldly he gives you a glare before his gaze softens once his eyes focus on your features, soft and comforting. 

He reluctantly nods as you move closer to him. You step into the space between his legs and reach to the side of him the smell of the lavender and pine scented bath you took earlier fills his noise with the comforting smell of you. 

“I want to apologize to you…I didn’t mean it…what I said. I don’t hate you. You’re actually very hard to hate.” You say Your fingers fiddle with the clasps getting them undone taking off the chest pieces and untying the rest picking it up off him and setting it to the side of the chair. 

He doesn't answer your comment As you stand back up to remove the chain metal he wears underneath, you stop for a second as his hands place themselves on your waist feeling up and down the sides of your body. His large hands basically engulf you as he pulls you closer to him. 

“I-i need to get this off you.” You say. He doesn't answer, mesmerized by the way you fit in his hands. 

“Sandor?” You ask him. He looks up at you briefly before pulling his hands away for you to remove the last garment, setting it down along with the other armor. He sits left in the white cotton tunic and black slacks. His hands return to their original position against you firmly placed in this chosen spot. 

You take the opportunity to place your hands against his cheeks, your thumb brushing against his cheek, the texture of his scar under your fingertips, the scruff of his stubble against your palm. He flinches at first but lets you feel the left side of his face. 

He frowns as he looks up at you seemingly confused by something about you. 

“What is it? What's wro-“ he stands suddenly but doesn't let you go. He pulls you into him and smashes his lips against yours in a deep kiss. You let out a small noise as he grips your skin and the fabric of your night dress, the thin fabric allowing him to barely feel your skin. 

He pulls back from you feeling your hands move down to his rest on his chest. Looking down at you, your height difference becomes apparent. You’ve stood on your toes and strained your neck to kiss him. his eyes wander your expression he's about to pull back from you when you grip his shirt. 

“Dont.” You speak. 

“Don't leave. Not tonight. Please.” You continue waiting for his reaction. He leans back into you carefully. But you eventually become annoyed and pull him to you kissing him. He easily rips the fabric of your gown off you letting it fall to the ground before picking you up and walking you to the bed, lips still attached.

His hand travels down your side, hiking up your leg by the thigh. He pulls away from the kiss when you pull his shirt off his large toned chest and arms perfect under your touch. You’d never truly realized it before, how handsome Sandor was, how careful.  All the fearful things the women of the court were saying about sex had disappeared as his hands roamed your body and lips kissed your most tender parts. Your hands wandered his strong back and arms. 

Your breast disappears in his grasp as he squeezes it lightly. His kisses moving down your jaw line to your neck. Surly making marks. His hand moves down your front his fingers finding your cunt. Swiping over the fold spreads you to perfectly find your clit making you gasp out a noise you've never made before as you grip onto sador. He continues swirling your fingers around your clit.

“S-sandor.” you call out his name as pleasure surges through your body in waves. His finger passes through your folds as he inserts a digit into you. Thick and rough the perfect texture to bring a moan from your lips. 

“So beautiful sandoe speaks quietly as he watches his finger disappear into your pussy. Your soft wet walls are perfectly lubricating to move another finger into you. The stretch is slightly uncomfortable but it's soon replaced with the pleasure you felt from before. Hooking his fingers upwards pressing them against the spongy spot in you your back arches as a stronger wave of pleasure fills you. 

His gestures against your clit and movement in your pussy cause you to cum, your nails digging into his back clutching onto him which he allows. Your whimpers muffled in the crook of his neck as you shut your eyes, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. 

“It's alright little fox..” he says before pulling his hand away for your parts. You pant as he removes your arms from his body. You feel him pull away from you. You open your eyes to see why immediately feeling self conscious about your fully nude state despite him removing the rest of his garments. Your breath hitches to a halt when your eyes come to contact with the rest of his body. 

You sit up to your knees scooting closer to him standing on your knees at the edge of the bed. Your hands touch his chest feeling the scars that littler his body. He takes your wrist in his hand when you reach for a specific scar. Your eyes look up to his face, his expression back to his usual stern one. 

“I-i'm sorry i-” 

“Dont.” he says before leaning you back down. His hands moving under your knees pulling your thighs up spreading your legs. You turn your head away when he takes his place between you. 

“Look at me.” he says you take a breath and turn to look at him. 

“Are you scared?” he says. 

“Yes…of many things.” you say 

“Are you scared of me?” he asks 

“No…it's not you, I'm scared of sandor. Im scared of the pain.” you say. He leans down to releasing your legs but the sheer size of his body is enough to keep them apart. 

“I won't hurt you little fox.” he says, his thumb caressing your cheek. 

“I want you…sandor..please.” you whine out he grunts your words have gone straight to hardened cock. He looks down your body moving himself to line up with your entrance pushing in. having got  a glimpse at his extremities he is large no doubt what the other women have said. Perhaps he will split you into one. 

“Ngh.” you grip his bicep as the once pleasure you felt form him filling you with his fingers is long forgotten with the pressure from his connecting with you. He continues pushing into you although it's painful you do hope that it won't always be this way. The first man to be in your bed, taking your maidenhead, Sandor “the hound” Clegane.

your nails claw at his shoulders as he thrusts down into you filling you, seating his cock in your cunt balls deep. 

“Ah!” you let out a yelp of tears slipping from your eyes. Trying your hardest not to let out another cry but one slips out regardless. 

“Dont cry.” you hear him as he kisses your face in attempts to distract you from the discomfort between your legs as he moves softly thrusting his hips back and forth against you. He grunts at the feeling of you around him. The three women who he’s ever bedded with never felt the way you do right now, perhaps it was because they weren't virgins, perhaps because they were experienced in letting men do what they want to them. 

The softness of your skin and the tightness of your cunt threaten to make him cum before he's done with you. He looks down upon your face softening as you've adjusted to him and the pleasure his fingers brought you now prominent in your body. 

you whined at the sensation of his cock dragging against your walls as they molded around him. 

His arms propping him up as your small body rests under him gripping onto him like a koala as he thrust into you. Moan and grunts filling the room. The lewd sound of skin against skin and wet noises from where you connect. Your juices mixed with the small amount of blood gain from breaking your hymen. 

“F-fuck y/n.'' Sandor grunts as he pulls your thigh up to him sitting on the bone of his hip. He doesn't struggle to hold himself up with only one arm which you find arousing and impressive. 

Your moans and his name filling your mouth continues to drive straight to his aching cock as he shifts in position gripping your hips as he sits back your ass off the bed your arms have fell to the side as he continues to fuck you loosing himself in you not realsing how rough hes being. You moan become yelps of pleasure as his left hand stays grasping your hip in place and his right gripping your bouncing breast. His large thumb palming at your budded nipple. 

“S-sandor A-ah ah.” You moan out as he leans into you again, someone thrusting deeper and harder into you surly hitting the entrance of your womb. You've never thought the act of sex could be so pleasurable but that of course comes with the correct partner. The way your bodies fit with each other could never have been foreseen. Your pussy being filled by his dick. 

“Fuck.” he grunts out as he grips the head board of bed pulling your leg over his shoulder the new position stretching you out as you clench around him that same wave over pleasure from his finger rushing through you as you experience your second orgasam. 

His grip on your thigh tightens as his cock throbs in you.with a few more rough thrusts he cums filling you. The sensation of him throbbing against you makes your eyes roll back and shut as you claw at his back. Surely making him. Slowing down you pull him into you sharing a kiss. 

Your hands resting upon his cheeks keeping him in place of you. Pulling away only for a quick breath does he look down at your body muttering another curse word. You kiss his face. He places another kiss on your lips reluctantly pulling away from you his forehead resting on your a pained expression on his face as if it could be one of regret.

—----

Morning wakes you were woken by your ladies in waiting. Drawing a bath, cleaning the room and opening the curtains. You looked to your side to also see yourself alone.

Recalling the after event, Sandor stayed with you until you can remember sleeping. You reasted your head on his chest as you both lay under the sheets of clothing and garments scattered across the chamber. You could hear his heart beat slow, heavy and calm. You wondered if would race the whole day and then he came to you for relaxation. His large hands ran up and down your body as your leg was draped over his waist. His fingers caress your bruising skin where he held onto you.

 You sit up in bed, holding the covers close to your body, feeling every part of you to be deliciously sore, never having a feeling is way. You see one of the women picking up the chair to move it back by the fireplace. 

“No Dont. Dont move it back please.” you say she places it back in the spot. You look around the room not seeing any of sandors armor he shed. You reached out for your robe as a maiden ran to your side to help you put it over your naked body. 

A gasp leaves her mouth as she looks at you prompting the other ladies to turn your way. 

“What? What is it?” you ask looking back at the messy bed before looking back at her. 

“Y-your body my lady.” she says you frown looking over to the full length mirror by the dresser as you pull off the robe letting it drop to the floor you see your body bruised everywhere.

“Did lord clegane do this?” another asks. 

You ignore her ask and look at the love bites that mark up your neck and breasts, a bruise along your ribs where the hound held you as well as a large handprint-like mark on your thigh. The marks on your wrist and arms. A smile forms across your face as the memories flood into your mind. 

The door of your room suddenly opens and closes as sandor walks in stopping in his tracks he sees you standing in front of the mirror the marks scattering your body. You turn to look at him, your smile fading when you see his rough expression as he looks around the room at your hand maids. 

When you fell asleep he stayed awake just watching your then way you even slept beautifully however once he saw the day begin to brighten at dawn he got up and dressed leaving to go to do his duty as a kings guard but he was fully intending on coming back to see you wake. And he would have if your maidens hadn't come in earlier than usual. 

“Sandor-” you speak but he turns and walks out with a snarl. 

“S-sandor!” you call as you put your robe back on running after him your bare feet hitting the cold stone of the castle flooring. You open the doors running after him, his long strides already taking him halfway down the hall. 

“Sandor!” you call out reaching him grabbing his hand he huffs and turns to you.

“Good Morning.” you say with a smile. He doesn't answer, just looks down at you. His other hand rested on the handle of his sword. Your smile fades as you 're not happy about something. 

“What's wrong?” you ask. He looks behind you seeing your handmaid's watching you. 

“They are watching to see if i'll hurt you again.” he says deeply before looking back at you. 

“Again?” you ask his eyes to drop down to the rest of you. You open your mouth to speak, to tell him you are far from hurt, but he pulls his hand away from you pulling off his cape and drapes it around you as your robe is slightly see through. 

He nods to you before walking away. 

“My lady the maester is here for you.” your maid says to you. You turn around seeing the grand maester standing with the rest of the girls having been called when they were frightened by your bruises. Angrily you march back to the door of your room. 

“I'M FINE, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!” You shout before opening the doors to your room closing and locking the latch.

—---

Closed off in your room the rest of the day worries your hand maidens. You lay on the bed covers pulled over yourself. The knock on your door doesn't prompt you to move until you hear the voice behind it. 

“y/n it's me.” Sansa speaks. You look over twords the door. 

“Will you let me in? I haven't seen you all day, are you alright?” she asks. You move the covers off you and get out of bed and walk to the door reaching up to the latch. 

“Please.” she says. You sigh and unlatch the door opening it. You move to the side as you let her walk in. She wears a light pink dress with stones beaded into it. Closing the door behind her as she steps in. 

“Why have you not been out?” she asked. 

“I'm tired, Sansa. I'm tired of the new staff and the changes since I married Sandor last night. I mean...w-we..” you trail off walking back to your bed sitting on it pulling a pillow to your lap. 

“You what?” she asks. 

“You know..he came in angry and i offered him solace.” you say 

“You consummated?!” she exclaims sitting in front of you. 

You nod. 

“Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Did he force you!” she says take your hands in hers. 

“I'm fine and no! Not far from it. If anything I asked him. He was gentle, very gentle, and called me beautiful. We spent the rest of the night in each other's arms but when I woke this morning he was gone and my handmaidens had awoken me and commented on what he’d left behind. He came back to the room not long after and he got upset and stormed back off again.” you answer.

“What did he leave behind?” she asks, shaking her head in confusion. You take a breath about to explain but rather you show her. You move the sleeve of your robe exposing your shoulders and neck showing her the marks he left as well as the one on your wrist. 

“There's more on my thighs and torso.” you say wish a bashful smile. 

“y/n..!? How can you say he was gentle when this is the outcome? You are bruised from head to toe, littered in love bites.” she says 

“No no that's what i- ugh. He didn't hurt me, that's what they don't understand. Sandor did not hurt me. I don't feel the marks. I do believe I left him with more than a few marks myself.” you say biting your bottom lip looking down at your hands in your lap. 

“What do you mean?” she asks. 

“He had gotten up to cover us and I had scratched his back up..quite heavily.” you say. Sansa snorts a laugh leading you into a laugh as well.

“Did you tell him that you're not hurt?” she asked. 

“I tried but like I said he stormed off. I've been avoiding my maids all day.” you say

“Get dressed, I'll help you. You can come with me to oversee the annual kingdom festival.” she says 

“I don't really want t-”

“Jeoffry will be there.” you say you give her a disgusted look. 

“Now i really don't want to join y-” 

“If Joffrey is there, Sandor will be there.” she says give you a look. You roll your eyes and nod. 

“Fine..” you say. she smiles and hops off the bed as you do going to your dresser to pick out a dress for you.

Chapter 6 here

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: I'm a Mouse, Duh [Yandere TPOF!Ren (Fox) x Reader]

Title: I'm a Mouse, Duh [Yandere TPOF!Ren (Fox) x Reader]

Synopsis: Fox wants you in just the right costume for his party.

For Horrorfest request:

Fox making his darling try on different "sexy" Halloween costumes

Word Count: 1291

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, a bit of humiliation/degradation, descriptions of previous injuries including eye gouging, questionable taste in Halloween costumes

You didn’t know you could feel anything like shame anymore, but there it was, red-hot, covering your cheeks, not unlike a thin, sticky layer of latex that you couldn’t peel off yourself. 

Speaking of--

“Turn around,” Fox murmurs, idly swirling his glass of champagne while you swiftly obey his words. 

You turn ever so slowly, because you know what’s what he wants to see. You imagine you’re a doll in a music box, sans music and static ballerina pose, spinning slowly enough to let him get a look at his newest handiwork. 

The skin-tight latex cat costume does wonders in keeping your movements slow as well, but you try to ignore that part and stay in the music box metaphorical fantasy. 

He sighs lowly--your stomach roils--and shakes his head. 

“No, not quite right.”

He gives you another once-over, and you must be frowning, because he continues in a casually reassuring tone. “Not that you don’t look lovely, but it’s not what I want for tonight.” What he wants, in this case, is unclear. You’ve already tried on 3 different costumes, and he didn’t care for any of them. 

He gestures with his free hand at your hand, and you dutifully remove the latex cat ears (that matched your outfit, of course) and hand them over. 

He sets them on the table and beckons you over.You eagerly scamper over, turning away from him; you really did need help removing the thin layer of latex. At least he does it swiftly, though you feel a veneer of sweat on your back when he begins to peel it away. He continues pulling it down until you lift each of your legs, stepping out of the tight concoction with a visible sigh of relief. 

There’s a warm chuckle behind you, and you shiver when you feel his nails lightly raking down your back. 

When he stands and makes his way over to the long costume rack that one of his employees brought in, you follow. He thumbs through them, humming, pulling a few out now and then.

He pulls out a black and white lacy concoction, something that looks like the type of clothing people world in olden days. A big felt sword hangs off the flimsy top and there’s a large tricorn hat attached to the hanger, and it takes you a moment to realize what the costume is meant to be. 

A pirate.

He smiles, but you don’t. Your empty eye socket suddenly aches and your lip trembles. Which just makes him grin a little.

“Too on the nose, huh?” He taps his finger above your eye patch, a neutral black cloth for now. Fox said he wanted to pick your costume before they went about choosing what prosthetic or patch to give you. 

You suppose he wants you to care that he’s taking the time to find you the right costume, that he wants you to be appreciative that he’s putting so much effort into it. And when you suppose what he wants,  you do your best to fulfill it. That’s how you’ve made it this far.

So you look closer every time you think he might be choosing a costume and you try (pirate mistake notwithstanding) to mimic his reactions. This one is cute, mm-hmm. That one won’t do, nuh-uh. 

Maybe you would be appreciative, maybe even a bit excited about the idea of getting to dress up on Halloween, if you weren’t dreading tonight. You were going to attend a Halloween party with him. Thrown by him. Populated by the guests he chose. 

You weren’t putting on a show (that fear had already been cooingly whisked away, the moment you broke down into seizure-like sobs at the thought) but you would be… on display. 

Like a pet. No, no, that’s not entirely right, is it? You are a pet. You’ve got the collar to prove it. 

What would the people at the party be like? As bad as the ones who watched the show? Worse, because they were there in person and not just through a screen? Maybe some of them would be the same… would any of them recognize you? Would they hurt you? Would Fox let them hurt you? What if--

“Ah! This one!” He says, pulling you out of your heavy thoughts. There’s a glint of excitement in his voice that makes the tension in your stomach ease off. 

When he gets excited like this, it’s a good sign. Usually it’s related to finding out that you like some of the same things as him (you genuinely enjoyed, at least as much as you could, curling up on a sofa and watching anime with him) or you surprising him in a way that pleases him.

Sometimes he seems younger when he gets like this, more carefree. There’s a pang of envy when that happens, but you never let it last too long. 

He pulls out the costume he’s chosen and shoves it into your waiting, slightly trembling, arms. You don’t even have time to really see what he chose. 

“Quick now.” He flashes a muted grin. “The guests will arrive soon enough. Don’t want to be late for your first party.” 

You don’t waste time getting dressed. The end result, when you stand up and let him zip up the back of the costume, is cuter than you expected. It’s a mouse costume, a short little gray number with a black tail hanging off the edge. The costume covers your ass enough that as long as you don’t bend over, you should be fine.

 (You try not to think of ways that Fox might make you bend over in front of others. But then, he didn’t like it much when others were around you, so maybe he didn’t want you to show off more than necessary? The questions are really too difficult to consider for long.)

The finishing touch is a big pair of cutesy gray mouse ears that he tenderly places on your head. It’s the type of costume that you might have worn on a night out with friends, before. Though you’d have worn something else underneath, and you’d definitely still have two eyes. 

Still. It’s better than the tight catsuit. 

And you look... cute. If you ignore the missing eye, and the scars on your face. And the cauterized nail wounds dotting your body. And the cross-cross of scars, old and new, lining your arms and legs.

These are all things you have gradually forced yourself to ignore, so yes, you can put them aside and appreciate the way that the mouse ears frame your face or the way that the costume is made from nice materials.

You can ignore the hungry gaze of Fox standing behind you, keeping his eyes on your own as you stare at your reflection.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, standing behind you and looking at the finished product through your reflection. In the mirror, you see him place a kiss on your neck. Your body recognizes what will happen before your brain does, because your shoulder tenses even before he bites your skin harshly, lapping at the blood he leaves behind. 

“We can leave the patch as-is,” he says. You’re too busy staring at your reflection to answer. Maybe he takes it for being pouty, because he continues.  “Unless you want one of your prosthetics tonight?” 

How nice of him to ask, you think, and your heart feels sick when you realize the thought came without a trace of sarcasm. You’re really fucked up, huh?

You shake your head and give a little smile, looking at him in the mirror.

“No,” you say, voice meeker than you meant it to be. “Whatever you think looks best, sir.” 

He smiles, just a little. An intimate smile, a you’re-being-good smile, the kind you think (you hope) he reserves just for moments like this. And then he places a tender kiss on your bite wound. Bits of red stick to his lips and he licks them away, sighing low and almost husky. 

You know this sound, these gestures, the way his breath quickens and comes out of his nose. You feel two hands grope your ass and you squeak, like the mouse you might as well be. 

“I suppose it won’t hurt if we’re a little late… it is my party after all.”

[bumbling-in-boogie-land]

hehe! Sorry I havn't updated this in 500 years!! i was moving! but perhaps it'll go faster now? twirls hair???

anyways

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Lamb's internal thoughts: What?? Is it saying Shamura send Aym and Baal to...

That's right

flash back!! Shamura looking ashamed, about to fight the Lamb, mentions: I didn't want him.. to be ALONE..

Lamb holding their crown sword: I..I didn't understand in the moment..

Back to current, the Lamb has a sad look in their eyes, knowing the truth now: Oh Nari..

Nariander and the Fox are arguing back and fourth, when the Lamb suddenly commands for them to stop with tears in their eyes

Lamb: You were right, okay?? This was a bad idea, I should have left. The Fox can't help me..

You said so yourself! It lies!

Nariander comes to and settles down: Ah', my apologies. I almost lost myself..

Lamb embraces Nariander to his surprise, but reciprocates

Lamb: The only power is what we give it, Nari..

Nariander: I know.. I wont sacrifice anymore of my time to it

Lamb says good and Nariander separates to leave: Lets go

Lamb looking lovingly at Nari "Right behind you!" but takes a glare at the Fox and gives one last FUCK YOU for it's actions, the Lamb even though knowing the truth, equally blames the Fox and think's it's the ultimate evil for damning children

Nariander yells back: LAMB!!

lamb: coming!! (the crown morphs into a huge middle finger and lingers in the Fox's face)

just wanted a silly ending to the fox segment, I do wanna make more of this and eventually perhaps.. twirls hair.. we'll get our hybrid

RECAPS/EXPLANATION OF THE STORY THUS FAR!

so basically the Lamb was hoping the Fox would be able to help them save the lamb species with magic or something, and Nariander comes over and is like, the Fox is a jerk it'll make you think it can help you and wont, tells a story of someone of another lamb begging Nariander to undo their siblings death, essentially turning him on to the idea bringing someone back from death and creating life in general. Lamb doesn't pick this up and is like oh okay don't trust the fox because he's mean ig. Nai suggests the lamb just MAKE a lamb the old fashion way and just accept it wont be a full one, there's no one to say you can't or ummm send you the hell or something because you have babies when you're supposed to bring death, not life, Lamb says HUH WHAT?? WHAT'D YOU JUST SAY? saying Nariander was sent to his prison because he had kids, Nariander doesn't wanna talk about it so he messes with the Lamb and they sorta kinda start something going and they're interrupted by the Fox and the Fox is like STOP!!!!!!! I'll send your new babies to the after life again if you test me bitch! It was Shamuras idea btw lol, and Nariander doens't know it was his sibling that separated Aym and Baal from their mother and only blames the Fox for them being trapped with him. The Lamb knows better and courses Nariander to stop arguing with the Fox, but doesn't tell Nari that they know it realy WAS Shamura's doing, or they had something to do with it..

[hopelessmidwesterner]

Sugar Babe

Finally got around to finishing this, first published fic on this account, who cheered?! (pls gimme feedback/requests)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Sized/AFAB Reader ★ Established Relationship

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, mentions of ADD lol

WC: 1.3k

*Alternate timeline: a few years after the events of season 4 (spoiler: he lived)*

Inspired by the 1971 song 'Sugar Babe' by Stephen Stills

You were an outlier; you and Eddie both were for an endless number of reasons. One of the most prominent ones to oblivious outsiders looking in was the fact that you were only in your early twenties but you behaved like a couple who’d been married for at least a decade. It grossed the kids out, it warmed older adults’ hearts, and it made your friends of the same age a little envious. Neither of you really saw it as abnormal because it just felt normal; not forced, not overdramatized, not rushed, none of that. It was just natural, good old fashioned love as Wayne liked to describe it.

Now, don’t get anything twisted, the both of you certainly weren’t the perfect couple but you were perfect for one another and that was what mattered. You had plans to get married but not for awhile; 25 at least as you’d said whenever a family member brought it up since you’d been together for a few years already. There were times, however, when Eddie considered just full sending things because of how overwhelmed with love he felt: pawning a ring from the shop just outside town, taking you out some place nice, and proposing even if it threw you for a loop, even if neither of you had more than a few hundred bucks at a time. But he knew that wasn’t how either of you wanted things to play out so he practiced restraint, even on nights like tonight. 

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“You can do whatever you want to do, you can be who you want to be. Just remember that me and you ain’t all there is to bein’ free.” Your singing was soft and clearly zoned out while you stood at the stove in Eddie and Wayne’s kitchen, eyes honed in on the pot that crackled and popped with searing oil and slivers of potato. Your boyfriend watched you from the opposing counter where he was supposed to be working on a tattoo for someone who’d paid him to design something; a simple sword with song lyrics wrapped around it that resembled vines. It was good money and something he loved to do, but he loved you more. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe.” You didn’t notice him slip off the countertop nor did you seem to hear him slink towards you. If you did, you made no efforts to turn towards him or to ask what he was up to so he continued onwards, sly as a fox. 

“Everyone knows it ain't easy when you get it all together in your heart. It's the easiest thing to do to be pleasin'. Folks ain't made to live apart.” You smiled and hummed as you felt the familiar embrace of Eddie’s arms wrapping around your midsection, his chin settled on your right shoulder so he could see what you were seeing. 

“People need love. People need trust. People need one another and that means us. My sugar babe. Believe me, sugar babe. I'm on your side, sugar babe.” He husked the words with you like they were a prayer and you gushed as you kept an eye on the fries. This was your song, at least one of them, and he called you Sugar Babe as often as he could because it got the biggest smile on your face; prettier than the stars. 

“Let yourself be open, honey, learn to bend. Remember, everyone gets scared, but I'm still your best friend…” He stole a kiss to the side of your head right above the temple and you turned this time, giving him the invitation to grab your hips with a little jig in his stride. 

“When you forget about yourself and think of things to do to make me happy, then you love me girl, like I love you, oh-oh-oh…” He turned the charm up to 100 by tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, keeping his warm hand there since it always made you soften. You gave him that sarcastic smirk he loved and he began to lean in, going for the kill. Your eyes fluttered shut when he got close enough for your noses to bump but then a sharp gasp left you as the pot began to sputter a little louder. 

“Oh, shit! Gotta turn ‘em.” You spun around like a top to do as you said, the edge of your elbow brushing across Eddie’s chest; a punch to the heart. You were lucky you were cute. An audible noise that sounded like a mix of irritation and adoration left Eddie so you furrowed your brows while you watched the golden fries bubbling inside the amber colored oil. 

“What?” You asked in question, side eyeing him. He snorted and waited until you’d turned all of the fries over; having set the big spoon you were using back down.The moment it clattered against the spoon rest, he let out a long chuckle and grabbed at your waist once more. 

“Nothing, ‘s nothing, Y/N.” He paused and met your eye as you cocked your head towards him; there’s those pretty blues. “Your ADD is just going ham right now.” You frowned and geared up to give him a sassy defense but he finally gave into his temptation (one of them, at least) and chased your lips with his own; shutting you up mid–sentence with a hungry hold. You gasped into the kiss but melted all the same, similar to putty in his hands and in turn, you held his face with gentle palms that he swore could heal. Your lips finally parted for the sake of air and you clicked your tongue at him once you caught your own breath. 

“You interrupted me.” You said with an accusatory tone, unable to help the giggle that fell through when he started tickling at your ribs. Asshat. 

“That I did, Sugar Babe.” 

“Ass.” He rolled his eyes at you like a diva. He even did the hair flip for fuck’s sake. Drama queen. 

“Oh, whatever. You liked that.”

“Says who?” You challenged it though it was true; this was part of your dynamic with Eddie, after all. 

“Says the pink in your cheeks, Sugar Babe.” You fumed at that and he snickered since you turned an even deeper shade of pink, causing you to grimace at him with a saucy wiggle back towards the pot. Another eye roll came from him even though he knew you couldn’t see him and he sighed with a nonchalant lean forwards, grabbing you and hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. 

“Eds.” You groaned out of irritance though you made no efforts to stop him; not even any squirming when he had you comfortably settled over his shoulder.

“What?” He whined back in mockery of you, earning a light slap to the middle of his back. 

“Put me down. It’s not good for your back, ya know.” He disregarded your words with a grunt that may as well have said ‘oh, as if’ and he kicked the door to his room open before gently flopping you down onto the center of his bed. 

“Good one, babe. You should try standup.” He toed back to shut the door with his butt and he pulled his shirt off of himself, finding you with a confused gaze that amused him in some odd way. He tilted his head at you inquisitively and climbed on the bed, reaching for you with protective arms. 

“What about the fries?” You asked him shyly. Even after all these years, you still got a little meek during these moments of intensity where all of his attention was on you and you only. He grinned with a shaking head and held your face, squishing at your cheeks just lightly enough to get a low noise of annoyance out of your mouth. God, he loved annoying you. 

“Honestly, sweetheart?” He paused for a moment to kiss you; a long and hungry embrace of battling tongues, clashing teeth, and racing hearts. Butterflies filled both of your stomachs and this time it was his cheeks that turned a deep shade of fuchsia.

“Fuck the fries.”

[daisymintt]

Merlin Fic Prompts

Arthur gets separated and injured while on patrol and is taken in by the kind forest Druid Merlin who nurses Arthur back to health. During this time Arthur sees a side of magic he’s never been exposed to before and questions everything he’s been taught.

A series of letters Merlin’s writes to his mom telling her about his adventures in Camelot

Winter Soldier AU where Morgana discovers Merlin had magic but doesn’t know he’s Emrys. Uses the Fomarrah on him and instead of killing Arthur orders him to swear undying loyalty to her, to do anything she asks. Merlin essentially becomes like her Winter Soldier and wrecks havoc on villages. When Arthur hears about a dangerous sorcerer named Myrddin attacking villages he goes to investigates, still depressed about the lose of Merlin, and is shocked to discover that it Myrddin is Merlin except Merlin doesn’t remember him or anything before the fomarrah was implanted. Arthur now has a new goal of getting his best friend back and break Morgana’s hold on him.

The Purple Tunic. Merlin’s birthday comes and goes with no celebration, Gaius being overrun with patients and Merlin stuck with an impossibly long list of chores from Arthur. When Arthur learns that Merlin’s birthday had passed he feels bad and leaves the purple tunic for him in his room as a gift.

Arthur kills a Druid women and as she lays dying she roughly grabs his arm and curses him to experience suffer any wound he deals. Arthur struggles with his self worth now that he can’t protect his people as a knight without hurting himself

Arthur and Merlin get cursed so that whenever one gets hurt the other suffers the same wound (like Barbara and Strickler from Trollhunters)

Merthur WandaVision AU

S3 E12 AU where Merlin does actually fight Gwaine and Arthur is the one that has to be physically held back

Seeing Double. Merlin has always had a lot of work what with helping Gaius, being Arthur’s manservant, and saving everyone’s lives in a near daily basis. One day he is so busy he tries a new spell that’s suppose to create a double of you that lasts for 24 hours. Arthur thinks he’s going mad because he keeps seeing double of Merlin.

Mama’s Boy. Hunith is taken prisoner by some bandits and that sets Merlin on a warpath to get her back with Arthur at his side.

Merlin gets captured by a dark sorcerer who knows he’s Emrys and has him chained up in cold iron. While he’s imprisoned the sorcerer bloodlets him, planning to sell the blood of Emrys on the black market keep Merlin alive enough not to fight back.

Arthur falls and hurts his arm. Merlin examines it and diagnoses it, “You’ve fractured your ulna.” Gwaine perks up at this, “Ulna? I think I dated an Ulna once.”

While picking herbs for Gaius Merlin finds an injured and orphaned fox kit and brings it back with him. One day it gets out of his room and chaos ensues. He nearly catches it in Arthur’s room when Arthur returns and he tries to play it cool.

AU where as Freya lay dying in Merlin’s arms they get married, using blades of grass as their rings. The knights don’t notice at first but eventually one of them asks about it and Merlin gets all sad.

Merlin wakes in the middle of the night to someone breaking into Gaius’s chambers, covered in blood

A servant of two masters AU where instead of sending Merlin in to assassinate Arthur she makes a sting bulb of Merlin and sends it in. A day after it gets sent away Merlin breaks out of Morgana’s and races to save Arthur. Stabs a sword through his clone’s stomach. When it dies it turns into a pile of humus. Arthur starts to get suspicious of Plant!Merlin when he stops eating and he swears he saw Merlin stick his finger in water and drink it. Plant!Merlin also gets weak after long period’s without sunlight and ‘wilts’. Gwiane refuses to give up on his search for Merlin and sets out on his own. Finds Merlin in Morgana’s hovel and together they escape back to Camelot.

Modern Day Merlin, Merlin starts suffering from symptoms of Mahd Wy'ry which affects and causes him to have psychotic episodes at random, due to the weight of his memories. Leon finds him during one of these episodes.

That scene from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron where Merlin holds an injured Arthur on the banks of a river when the bad guys find them and tear them apart despite their pleas. The knights find Arthur and once he’s stronger they set out to save Merlin.

Merlin and Arthur argue that the other wouldn’t last a day in the others shoes so Arthur comes up with the idea of ‘swapping places’ while they are visiting another kingdom that has never met Arthur before. The knights are in on it. They swap clothes and for a week Merlin is Arthur and Arthur is Merlin.

When kids start disappearing in the middle of the night Merlin sets out to investigate and is nearly killed

Morgana visits Gaius because she feels nauseous and while she’s there she throws up on her dress. Merlin lets her borrow some of his clothes and Arthur walks in sees her and thinks they’re courting. Arthur gets jealous.

That scene from Disneys Robin Hood where they dress as fortune tellers but it’s Merlin and Arthur and they do it in order to get into a bandits keep without arousing suspicion and getting something of importance they stole (Arthurs mothers sigil? His mothers ring?)

Merlin has parasomnia and often wanders the castle at night, often to Arthurs room

Merlin opens a haven for magical creatures/beings/people. Arthur wanders into and is nearly drowned by a naiad but Merlin saves him

Merlin Tarzan AU with a hint of Valka from HTTYD2. Balinor refuses to help Uther trap the last dragon and instead frees it. He takes shelter in Ealdor where he falls in love and has a child with Hunith. One day Uther finds them and, finding themselves cornered with no chance of escape, Balinor calls upon Kilgarrah. Balinor is killed and Hunith is taken prisoner to be used as bait for Merlin someday. Kilgarrah takes baby Merlin to a safe haven for dragons where he is raised by dragons. Many years later Merlin heard about the legend of the dragon egg and sets out to find it. During this journey he meets Prince/King Arthur. Although rivals at first they soon realize they have the same goal, return magic and dragons to Camelot.

Dragonlord side effects. The days following the activation of his Dragonlord powers Merlin starts to experience some side effects. Each chapter is a different side effect.

After Arthur becomes king he reinstates the holiday Saturnalia. Merlin gets elected the “Mock King” giving him a free pass to cause as much mischief and mayhem as he would like

[fanfictionstuff]

Amaimon and the Exorcist (6)

Sorry if there are any mistakes; feel free to let me know if you notice them. If there are, Grammarly has let me down. But really, I've been staring at it so long, I'm reading over any mistakes.

Seti has to deal with so much bullshit he needs a holiday. But really, he's kept reader protected for so long, and suddenly, some demon king pops up interested in her, but Seti can't do anything because reader is an adult. Shame

“I'm sorry, but I have to go back to work now since my arm is mostly functional,” you tell the demon king, who is standing in your living room while you read through the orders you received. Essentially, you're just babysitting. “I’ll call you when I’m done, alright?” Amaimon looks at you with a blank expression. “Can I go?”

“No. A demon king following around an exorcist-“

“They’d probably execute you.”

“Thanks, Seti.”

You turn back to Amaimon, but before you can say anything, his lips are pressed against yours. “Okay. Bye.”

As the door shuts behind him, you turn to Seti. “I feel like that was too easy.” He snarls back at you. “You’re going to jinx yourself.”

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At the amusement park, while keeping an eye on the exorcists in training, you would soon come to the realization that you had indeed jinxed yourself. You found yourself standing in front of a food stall, wishing it were open when suddenly, it happened.

An earthquake nearly knocks you off your feet, and Seti huffs in annoyance beside you. “What was that?!”

Seti’s tone is dry. “A demon.”

“Why is there a demon? It was supposed to be a child’s ghost! Damn it, let’s go.” You start running toward the area where you believe the demon is hiding, only to realize that the fox isn't following. “Seti?!”

He sighs, “Go ahead, I’ll catch up. You have enough weapons.”

What is wrong with him? However, you can’t afford to waste time on the temperamental fox, so you shift your focus and run toward the demon.

The first thing you notice is Rin, bloodied and beaten, lying on the ground. The second thing that catches your eye is the demon king looming above him, lamenting his boredom. You push the arrogant figure aside and kneel down to assess Rin's injuries, your focus solely on him. “_____! No," Rin cries out, panic rising in his voice as he sees the demon’s expression shift from emotionless to furious. “Get away!" Ignoring the teenager's frantic warning, you concentrate on examining his wounds, observing that some are healing right before your eyes. Your gaze shifts to Rin’s sword, now in Amaimon’s hands. “Give me that," you demand, swiftly grabbing it from him and placing it beside Rin.

“Don’t touch him.” Amaimon growls, shifting his gaze from the son of Satan to you as he grasps your wrist and pulls you closer. “Let me go; I need to check on Rin.” You struggle to break free, but Amaimon’s grip is unyielding. “I said, don’t touch him!” Amaimon demands again.

“Why did you attack Rin?”

“I wanted to play, but he’s boring.” Amaimon sounds slightly childish as he complains about Rin. “You play with me instead.” He complains. “What are you talking about? No.”

“Why?”

“Why would I want to fight a demon king?”

“I didn’t say fight.” He tugs on you again.

In the heat of the argument, Shura appears seemingly eager to help but hesitates at the strange scene unfolding before her. It’s clear that Amaimon has done a number on Rin, yet as she watches him go back and forth with you, it almost feels like a domestic dispute. “_____?” She cautiously calls out to you, “Are you okay?”  

“Come with me,” Amaimon insists, lifting you off the ground and into his arms. 

“Amaimon, please stop,” you plead softly. “You’re my girlfriend, so you need to come with me.” Thankfully, his voice isn’t loud enough for anyone else to hear him calling you his girlfriend. “I know, but I can’t. You’re a demon, and I’m an exorcist. They’ll think you’re controlling me if I leave with you. You’re not stupid, Amaimon. Let me go.” Frustration clouds the demon king’s face as he notices others beginning to approach. “Kiss me, and I’ll leave.”

“Are you kidding me? Amaimon, I—” His warm lips press against yours. Just like that, it was over as quickly as the kiss had begun. The demon king departs, leaving you standing alone amidst the bewildered group of exorcist trainees. The suddenness of his exit left you feeling both relieved and disoriented, and it took a moment before you could fully comprehend what had just occurred. 

Shura breaks the silence first. "The hell was that about?" she asks, her tone a mix of concern and bewilderment. Seti emerges from behind a nearby tree, apparently having finally chosen to make an appearance. His ears are pinned flat against his head, clearly signaling his annoyance. 

"Damn demon king," he mutters under his breath, his fox eyes narrowing. "Always causing trouble." 

You let out a heavy sigh and move back to Rin's side, redirecting your focus to his injuries. "I have no idea," you lie to Shura. "But we can't worry about that right now.” You brush off the concern, but she glares at you before snapping at Rin to hide his tail. 

After rambling about the situation at the amusement park, you hurry back to your apartment, eager to escape before Shura can confront you alone. The others might buy your story, but the way she looked at you made it clear that she demands more answers.

———————-

Upon entering your apartment, the first thing that catches your eye is Amaimon lounging on the sofa. He has shed his jacket and vest, now sprawled out in just his green arm warmers and a black and pink short-sleeved shirt, his golden eyes watching your every move with intense curiosity. “Why did you attack Rin today?” 

“I wanted to see how strong he is; it was disappointing,” Amaimon admits. 

“My friend believes you assaulted me, and now she’s discussing it with Mephisto,” you say, narrowing your eyes at the demon king. However, Amaimon remains unfazed; after all, he should be able to kiss his girlfriend whenever he likes. “What am I supposed to tell her?” you ask, standing before him. Amaimon shrugs, then pulls you into his lap, softly pressing his warm lips against yours. When he pulls away, his cheeks are slightly flushed. He’s simply adorable. Even if it’s his inexperienced vessel responding, you can’t help but find it endearing. While you gaze at the rosy hue on his cheeks, his claws gently trace your own cheeks. You’re both blushing. 

As you pull away, you begin to look around. “Where is Seti?” Amaimon simply shrugs. Instead, he draws you in for another kiss. 

As soon as you break the kiss with Amaimon, your phone rings, causing you to jump slightly and pull away from him. You quickly grab it from the coffee table and see Shura’s name flashing on the screen. Your heart skips a beat, and you notice Amaimon's golden eyes narrowing at the sight of the caller ID. 

“Ignore it,” he commands, though a trace of desperation lingers in his voice. He wants you to leave it and doesn’t want to hear anything that could result in your separation from him. Amaimon is possessive; he’s deeply obsessed with you, in an almost unhealthy way.

You lean down to plant a quick kiss of reassurance on him. “I can’t,” you reply, easing yourself off his lap and walking into the kitchen for a bit more privacy. 

Seti materializes on the counter beside you, his fox-like eyes filled with annoyance as you begin to answer Shura’s call. "You’re such an idiot.” 

“Thanks, you’ve told me.” You remind him as you answer the call. “Hey Shura, what’s up?”

“What’s up? Let’s start with you explaining a couple of things: 1. Why did the demon king kiss you? and 2. Why didn’t you react?" She continues when you don’t answer right away, "Your silence isn't helping. You’d better start talking."

You swallow hard, casting a glance over your shoulder at Amaimon, who is unabashedly eavesdropping from the living room. He remained sprawled across the couch, watching you intently as if you were the most captivating thing in the world. 

Seti interjects, "She's not going to explain anything to you, and frankly, it's none of your business." His frustration with the entire situation is evident. 

"I don't remember asking for your opinion, fox," Shura snaps over the phone, prompting Seti to flatten his ears against his head in annoyance. 

Ignoring them both of them, you center your thoughts and strive to come up with a believable explanation. “I didn’t react because he caught me off guard,” you finally reply. 

"And the part about him being your boyfriend?” 

“You heard that?”

“Yes.” 

"It was my first time meeting him, so I have no idea what he was talking about.” You lie through your teeth.

"Right," Shura says, stretching the word, clearly not buying your lie. Seti lets out a snort. You shoot him a pointed glance before returning your attention to the conversation. 

"And you never met him before today?" 

"No." 

"But he said-" 

"I know what he said, Shura. I'm telling you, I don't know why he said it."

A pause hangs in the air on the other end of the line, and you can almost hear Shura's gears turning as she attempts to piece everything together. "So, you mean to say he just showed up out of the blue and declared you his girlfriend?" 

"Yes." 

"Uh-huh." Skepticism drips from her voice. "Fine, don’t believe me,” you retort, annoyance creeping into your tone. “Can we move on?” 

“I suppose..." she murmurs, clearly unsatisfied. The conversation shifts to the incident at the amusement park and its aftermath, yet it's evident that Shura hasn’t let go of her suspicions. You assure her that you'll meet tomorrow, and after a reluctant huff, she finally hangs up. 

The moment you hang up the phone, Seti's gaze locks onto yours, his expression unreadable. “You really are an idiot,” he reiterates.

“You’ve mentioned,” you retort dryly, placing your phone back onto the countertop and leaning against it.  You’re going to keep track of how many times he calls you an idiot throughout the day. For a moment, you wonder if he ever called your grandfather an idiot when he was younger.

Amaimon approaches the bar, his golden gaze flickering with detached curiosity between you and Seti. “Are you done?” he asks, his tone aloof as he strides into the kitchen, the long, claw-like black fingernails of his hands clicking softly against the countertop.

You nod, avoiding his gaze. "Yes, I'm done."

Amaimon steps in front of you, his presence commanding your attention. His piercing gaze scans your face briefly before he reaches out, gently lifting your chin with his claws to ensure you meet his eyes.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his tone as detached as ever, yet the concern in his eyes betrays his genuine worry.

"I'm fine," you shrug. "I just need to come up with a way to show Shura that I don’t know you and that I’m not your girlfriend.”

Amaimon tightens his grip on you. "You are my girlfriend," he insists, his words slipping out in a low growl that sends pleasant shivers down your spine.

“Yes, I understand. But the order must remain unaware. I can’t believe you kissed me in front of Rin and Shura.” 

Amaimon raises a brow, his golden eyes lighting up in amusement. "But your lips are too tempting," he says, drawing you closer and pressing yet another kiss to your mouth. 

"Stop distracting me," you grumble, though you don't pull away. You enjoy the warmth of his body pressed against yours, his soft lips brushing against your own. His arms encircle your waist, drawing you even closer. 

Seti watches the scene before him with a look of disgust on his face. "Disgusting," he mutters under his breath, jumping off the counter and padding away. 

Ignoring Seti's commentary, you allow your hands to wander up to Amaimon's shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles under the fabric of his shirt. "You're distracting me," you murmur against his lips. “From what?” 

“Thinking of a way to reassure Shura that nothing is happening between us.” You run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “Whatever, I’ll just tell her no. I honestly don’t understand why you didn’t hurt me. That kiss completely caught me off guard. My mind was on protecting Rin. That’s all there is to it.”

A flash of annoyance crosses Amaimon’s face, but he doesn’t argue. “Nobody can know.”

“Brother knows.” 

“Nobody important can know.” 

Seti is perched protectively on the sofa, his watchful eyes fixed on the scene. One of Amaimon’s hands pressed flat against your lower back as he leaned in to kiss you again. The fox growled softly, observing as the king clearly pushed the boundaries, his hand sliding lower. “Keep your hands above her waist.” He snaps. 

Amaimon lets out an exasperated sigh but complies with Seti's demand, keeping his hands above your waist. “The fox is annoying,” he grumbles, leaning in to gently kiss your neck.

“He’s just being protective,” you respond, tilting your head to allow him better access to your neck.

Amaimon's kisses grow increasingly urgent as he trails them up your jawline. A small gasp escapes your lips when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. You pull away, eyes wide, covering the place he had touched. “I- uh.” You didn’t even know that spot was sensitive. Amaimon’s pupils dilate, and he leans down toward that place again, but you push him back, embarrassed by your response. The demon king doesn’t resist; instead, he steps back, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he reaches for his own throat. He doesn’t need to voice his thoughts. He’s clearly pondering whether he has a sensitive spot as well, and your face flushes even more at the idea of discovering that spot on him. 

He drops his hand and leans in toward your mouth once more. You barely notice as his right-hand slides from your waist to your shoulder until he glides the sharp claw of his thumb against the spot on your neck. You jolt and jump back again while covering the place. “Amaimon.” You whine, taking another step back. 

“You’re sensitive.” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Yes, you are.”

“I am not.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Then you won’t mind if I—”  

“I’m going to make dinner. You go sit on the sofa with Seti.” You gently push the demon king toward the sofa. “What do you want to eat?” 

“Wait, I want to bite you.” 

“No.” 

“…please?” 

Seti groans. “I hate both of you.” 

[darkspellmaster]

Wish is just a normal Disney film just like all the rest.

Wish is actually a damn good movie, there I said it!

I'm going to start by saying this much, it's very odd to me that so many people are now screaming for a love story from Disney, when not even five or ten years ago there was shouting from the roof tops about Disney doing TOO MUCH romance. For the longest time it was "I wish Disney wouldn't do pairings" "Ugh another romance, can't the princess not." Etc. Now everyone wants one, even though Romance isn't really as big a Disney trope as people think.

Actually let's go through the animated catalogue and see how frequently the love story is centered as the main conflict and asperation to the character. In this case it's the key thing, not a 'Oh they happen to like each other in the end' situation, it's THE thing, the point of the movie is their romance. Then let's see how many have it as the secondary aspect, and let's see how many have it as not important at all. (And we're talking romantic love, not family love)

Romance (Total number: 15)

Snow White, Lady and the Tramp, The Aristocats, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Pocahontas, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (Secondary Characters hook up so this is a weird one), Doug's First Movie, Tarzan, Lizzie McGuire the Movie, Enchanted, The Princess and the Frog (Only from Naveen's POV), Tangled (could be seen as secondary too)

Secondary (Total Number: 25)

Fantasia, Bambi, Make Mine Music, Fun and Fancy Free , Melody Time, The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad, Cinderella Sleeping Beauty

One Hundred and One Dalmatians , Robin Hood, The Rescuers , The Fox and the Hound , Who Framed Roger Rabbit, The Rescuers Down under

The Nightmare before Christmas, The Lion King ,Hercules ,Mulan ,Fantasia 2000 , Dinosaur, Atlantis the Lost Empire , Meet the Robinsons , Frankenweenie ,Frozen, , Strange World

Not in it at all (Total Number: 42 -including Wish)

Pinocchio, The Reluctant Dragon, Dumbo, Saludos Amigos, Victory through Air power, Three Caballeros, Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan

Sword in the Stone, The Jungle Book, The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, The Black Cauldron, The Great Mouse Detective

Oliver and Company, Ducktales the Treasure of the lost lamp, A Goofy Movie, James and the Giant Peach, The Tigger Movie

The Emperor's new Groove, Recess School's out, Return to Neverland, Lilo and Stich, Treasure Planet, The Jungle Book 2

Piglet's big Movie, Brother Bear, Teacher's Pet, Home on the Range, Pooh's Heffalump Movie, Chicken Little, The Wild

Bolt, Winnie the Pooh, Wreck it Ralph, Big Hero 6, Zootopia, Moana, Wreck it Ralph 2, Frozen 2, Raya and the Last Dragon, Encanto, Wish

These are just the animated not live action, and not live action with animation movies. All in all it's more common to see a Disney film with NO romance in it at all then a romantic one.

So why is it that people keep saying, but we're missing the romance, it's because of the fact that most of the time the Parks and other media pair the characters together. Take Peter pan, in the movie, the boy is utterly oblivious to Wendy's affections, to the point of pissing her off enough that she leaves the party that the tribe is hosting. In the parks, and other media (the plays, other movies) the romance is in your face, because people want them to be a couple, but in the movie itself you never see it.

Star, based on the making of book, was supposed to be a younger version of Asha's grandfather, which fits the theming of the movie. However, from what I understand, one of the reasons why they went against is was because it was hitting to close to Genie in the shape shifting. On top of that, the character of Star, seems heavily inspired by the art work of William Joyce, who created Night Light.

This is him and Katherine (Future Mother Goose) who is basically Star in a lot of ways. He lights the night to keep the nightmares away. These two eventually grow up (He remembers He's jack frost) and they end up as a couple.

It would be apping off of that story, and sadly people didn't give the William Joyce movie Meet the Robinsons a chance (don't sleep on that folks please! It is a good story.)

Also straight up give more love to the Guardian's of Childhood, you'll be happy while you read it.

I'm not saying don't ship it, what I am saying is that please don't go saying this was planned when it really wasn't. That was supposed to be her grandfather there.

And I'm not against the art work, I find it very cute and sweet and lover the designs. But I do think that the whole, "WE WERE ROBBED!" thing isn't being at all fair to the creative team behind this story, as again, *points up* they were following the tradition of a story that doesn't have a love interest, which is the vast majority of the stories that they tell.

Wish perfectly falls in line also with Disney's normal length of animated movies.

Wish was 1 hours and 35 minutes

The movie that came out before it clocked in at

Strange World = 1 hours and 42 minutes

Moana = 1 hours and 47 minutes

Frozen = 1 hours and 42 minutes

This Hour long movie thing started really with Atlantis the Lost Empire = 1 hours and 36 minutes

While Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Mulan, Lilo and Stitch all clock in around =1 hour and 30 at most, some are even less than that. Wish's run time is equal to that of Atlantis, or Aladdin, or Treasure planet. So I'm a bit perplexed on the "It's too short" thing. Maybe growing up just before and during the days of Little Mermaid and Aladdin made me like the shorter tales.

Which is another point. With a shorter movie, you never get complete backstory. It's a fairy tale! I mean, look at Little Mermaid. Seriously can you Name any of her sisters from the opening song.

Like seriously, I don't really know a lot of people who can tell me anything about Aquatica, for example. Unless you actually read the books or watched the TV show. And before then we had nothing. Nothing on her mom, nothing on her sisters.

Then there's the town Belle comes from, what do we know about it? Not much, not even who governs the damn thing. Howe about Aladdin before the TV series and King of thieves cleared up everything. We didn't know who his parents were, nor Jasmine's mom. Hell we still don't know anything about Cinderella's father from the animated movie.

Point being, a lot of information, much like Wish, got cut for time. In Snow white we were supposed to be given a longer back story for her father and mother, that was cut due to it being to long, it's in the golden book though. Prince Florian (Yes that is his name) was supposed to have Prince Phillips escape, but it was deemed to hard to animate at the time.

Also there was one that was dancing on the clouds, with STARS, around them that looks very much like you know, our Star.

So basically, he's a nod to what could have been for Snow White all those years ago. Cut for time.

Aladdin had a whole cut song because they chopped his mother out as she was supposed to play a part in the movie and help her son with the Genie.

Zena is her name and she was cut to streamline the film.

Maid Marian in the original Robin Hood was supposed to protect him after his plunge into the water, and protect him from King John while he's threatening her. King Richard appears in the end and scares him into stopping but she's willing to take a dagger to the chest to protect Robin.

This is when Richard meets Robin with Marian telling him all about what happened.

All Disney movies change. Isabel in Encanto was supposed to have a nerdy boyfriend that the family disapproved of.

Hell, Frozen was at one point going to be the Bad guy wins the guy, the hero (Gerta) that we followed all the way to the end rooting for her, was supposed to be a gold digger, and Kai was supposed to say "Nah, I'm gonna stick with the Snow Queen" because she's sad and your a bitch. (Thanks Eisner, I hate it!)

So yeah, there's probably A whole lot of cut content that was supposed to go in, but to streamline it to 95 minutes, you have to cut! At least it's not what happened to the Black Cauldron. No I will never forgive Katzenburg for that travesty!

Disney always used Popular Music over Broadway

Honestly this is the one complaint that I hear that kills me the most about this movie, that the studio went with a pop music team. As if this is not a common thing for Disney movies!

Fun fact, the team behind most of the musical scores up until the 1960s were all composers and musicians that wrote songs for the radio. Or song writers that did radio music. If I listed every single one we'd be here for ages.

The Sherman brothers actually wrote pop tunes for the Teen sweetheart Annette Funicello and several other well known singers and actors of movies.

The first major Broadway group was Ashman and Menken, Followed by Miranda, and the Lopez's. Most, if not all of the biggest Disney songs were written by pop songwriters, whos goal it was to get that song played on the radio.

Hell The Lion King, Tarzan, The Emperors New Groove, and Treasure planet to name a few were all done by Pop musicians. I didn't hear complaining about it back then! What's the difference now? Because the team is not Elton freaking John, or Sting?

All of Oliver and Company was pop songs. Several movies didn't have songs, or only had one.

If we're going to celebrate a studio that helped bring an artform out of it's infancy and show that you could do a full movie of animated pictures where you get emotions out of it, we need to celebrate all aspects, and that includes things we may not realize are kind of unique.

When Hercules and Hunchback came out, people complained about them not being "Traditional" Disney. It was Gospel, it was too dark, or in the case of Tarzan, why are we following a boy, or Treasure planet, "Yuck a space story". Now people adore these movies. People who grew up with them want to celebrate them, and sometimes they don't realize that they were once derided as hard or harder than Wish is being right now.

I just wish that people would give these movies a chance rather than not let the creatives tell their story. We had a whole damn section of 2D animation in Strange World! No one talked about it! No one went "More of this please". Give me these stories, let me enjoy a original fairy tale, because if we keep rehashing things, there's going to be little to celebrate when the next 10 or 20 years rolls around.

Sorry for the kinda rant. This has just been on my nerves for a while.

[lumina-shade]

Strawhats x child reader

The meeting

An island hidden from the government has been found and had been called the "Tomogui Island" it is called that nobody should set foot on the island until the Marines has cleared it. People around the world ask why this island his so horrible that they can't even sail by it. The government never answered this strange question, leaving millions of people questioning what is so dangerous about this island?

In a big hut in Tomogui Island

You grabbed your bag as you started grabbing supplies to go hunt as your older brother (foster child) circled you.

"Why are you going? You know that the older men's are the only ones supposed to go? You know how damn dangerous-"

"Mr Uchida (foster caregiver) let me go, but I have to stay near the group tho" you replied as you threw your bag over your shoulders and went to go grab some clothing.

"Mr Uchid- no way! I'm older than you by 5 years, and I still don't go!.... How did you do it?"

"I just asked and promised that I'll clean up the house after," you say as you put on a fox mask you were gifted with from your foster mother. So basically, this was a small orphanage, but you guys still called each other family.

"You are the favorite for Mr. Uchida, that's probably why, " your brother mumbled as he sat down on a stack of hay.

"Mabye it is," you snicker as you put on a black cloak "What do you think, ain't I'm pretty" you say as you pose stances at your brother.

"You know you're risking your life, and instead, you want to look pretty," he says as he sticks out his tongue.

"You're just jealous," you say as you stick your tongue out at him as well. "Now I gotta reach Mr.Uchida group before they leave without me," you say as you run to the door and go outside.

"Next, you know she's going to bring a pirate crew over," Kubo (brothers name) says as he slumps over the hay.

You reach Mr.Uchida group right on time. You look around and see many other older, taller men and boys that wear the same uniform you're wearing as Mr.Uchida explains what we need to catch, and if there is a Tomogui, we need the hide from.

"All ready men!" Mr Uchida shouts. "And ladies.." he whispers to you as you smile and nod.

"Yes, sir!" You all shout.

"Now you may go!" Mr Uchida shouts as everyone in the group dashes to different areas of the forest.

You dash into a huge bushy area of the forest as you look around for any source of food. Some bugs here, some frogs, some hawks, some spiders. You sigh as you grab a notepad and start writing about the scene around you.

You sat while in silence, then you heard a "Snap!" A twig broke as you stood up and put your mask back on. You heard several footsteps about seven people. You were shaking a bit as you were told to run if you saw a Tomogui ( human cannibals) . You jump up a tree as you scan the ground, then see 7 people, more like 6 because there was a reindeer human something?

You heard about these people's! Pirates! You look and see a blonde hair man, a ginger lady, a black haired lady, she was the most pretty in your opinion, a long nose man,a reindeer human thing, a green hair guy with 3 swords," jeez he must be bad if he needs three swords" you muble as you see a man with a strawhat.

You knew it! Pirates! You heard about these Pirates people, evil, voracious, sinful, wicked, destructive, and even cannibals themselves. They must be here to attack your family! You adjusted your mask and tightened it as you grabbed your katana and eyed the captain.

"They say attack the leader so the group falls," you mumble as you get a good angle to attack the jumpy captain. You jumped off the tree and dashed towards the jumpy captain. You jump into the air to slice him down, but instead of meeting fleash you were met with another sword.

"AHHHH," the ginger, long nose, and reindeer screamed as they hugged each other.

You looked to see the green hair fellow as he pushed his katana. You jumped back and ran again, planning to attack him this time. You jump over him as you see his neck and get hit again making you jump back.

You were about to go attack again until a couple of hands sprouted from your body and held your arms in place and two other hands from the ground holding your legs.

The silence in the air made you able to comprehend if you took some poison in your system until it finally snapped in your head.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" You shrieked as you tried moving away from these hands from your body. "What the he'll are these! Get off!Get off! Get off!" You shouted as you tried to wiggle in the hands that held you.

"Who are you?" Luffy asked as he jumped in front of you.

"Luffy, be careful she could be a spirit! Nobody can live in a place like this!" The long nosed shouted as he hid behind yellow haired man.

"Who am I!" I'm supposed to be asking you that! I live here!"

"No way!" Long nose, ginger and reindeer screamed.

The black haired lady let you go as you looked around, seeing where the hands went.

"Robin why would you do that-"

"May I ask where you live here?"

You looked at the so-called Robin as you looked at the other pirate's, how can you trust some pirates? They'll just probably kill you.

"Why should I?!" You shouted as you grabbed your katana again.

Green hair guy raised his katans as he glared at you. "Then we'll-

"That's a child!" Ginger girl and blond guy say together as they hit the green haired guy.

After some threats, some insults, and hitting from the ginger, which you, learned the name of, Nami, you decided that you should at least fix the mess you've caused.

"So let me get this straight. You guys are pirates, but good? And you came here to discover some what is this island about?"

"Yes," They all say in usion.

"Alright, I guess I can bring you to my home, but you'll probably need to talk to my group and Mr. Uchida first"

"Who’s this Uchi guy?" The Strawhat boy you learned his name was Luffy asked.

"He's my foster parent and also the leader of my group.

"So there aren't any cannibals on this island, phew!" Usopp says as he laughs.

"Think again" you say.

"What!" Usopp shouts as he clings onto Luffy.

"Hmhm, mostly its cannibals here, but a small population, which is 30 people, are not, and I'm in that group. So we have to wear this mask and cloak so we can blend in and hunt for food." You said as you point to your fox mask and cloak.

"What do you guys even eat here, there barely anything edible hear" Nami says as she waves off a bug that was at her face.

"We mostlycatch some fish, but we also collect some bigger pieces of meat."

"Meat! Where!" Luffy shouts as he grabs your hands.

"Luffy, it's getting dark. We might want to head the ship" Chopper says as he is in Robin's arm.

"You guys can come over to my house so you can learn more about this place and I think Mr.Uchida will be okay with some visitors for dinner" You suggest as Luffy cheers and grabs your hand to let you lead the way.

"Luffy! Wait!" His crew shouts as you literally being dragged by Luffy.

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You stand in front of the Strawhats as you knock in specific order and ways. The door opens as you see Mr. Uchida.

"Ah hello Y/N we were wondering where you've been. It's past sunset." Mr Uchida says as you opens the door wider to let you in.

Wrong timing. Luffy flung himself into the house as screams and yelps of surprise happen. You rush inside as Kubo pulls you next to him as the group men's shield the women and youngs.

The rest of the Strawhat crew walk in as the men pull out there wepons. Your foster mother is checking on you, pulling up your arms. Kubo pulls on your cheek for causing trouble again.

"I thought you wouldn't do it and know I think I'm hallucinating. You are 9 years old! Oh my god!" Kubo yells at you as you try to make him stop pulling on your cheeks.

"You got it all wrong! These are good pirates!" You yell.

"Good pirates? Y/N, that is absolutely incorrect! Pirates are even more dangerous than the Tomoguis!" One of the men shout.

You pull yourself away from Kubo as you rush in and stand infront of the Strawhats.

"No! They're good! They came here to learn about the islands myths the government says about our island!" You shouted as look at Mr. Uchida, looking from your height and the angle dang, the men's are scary.

"Myths....what kind of myths are you trying to find out?" Uchida asks

AN: AH it been so long since I've actually started writing again, I'm very sorry to any of you who have been waiting, THANK YOU! Probably make a part two of this or start writing again on my ASL trio fic?

Love you guys

[askror]

Kit, what's you go to kind of video games? (If you've got one) You strike me as a RPG fan or a Satisfactory kind of guy.

The second RPGs are mentioned, the fennec’s eyes light up. It looks for a moment that he’s about to launch into an uncharacteristically excited shpiel , hebut caught himself. Still, he couldn’t avoid a passionate clenching his fists in front of him as he began.

“RPGs are my favorite. The turn based ones, where you have to think. I love the character management and the stories.  When Surge and I were on the run she kept wanting me to snatch game consoles for her. At first I was confused why because she barely ever played them, but…” Well, eventually, he kind of figured out it was a pretext for getting him to lift stuff for himself. He smiled. “Either way, eventually the townspeople would be on to us and we had to leave all the stuff behind. Really, it was more like we were… Renting them. I never got to finish any.”

Kit wasn’t really able to keep his cool after getting started, though, continuing the somewhat long answer. The fox was now on a genuine kidlike gushing session about one of his fixations. Surge would be proud: “The best generation for them was the FunCast One. By the time the FunCast Two came out they started to get more polished but they kind of lost something. The stories weren’t as fun and the art got more boring. Surge never really liked them at all. Well, except for the ones with that mustachioed guy on the Dreamcube.” Those hadn’t interested him too much. Too simplistic for him, no matter how much the tenrec insisted the chubby protagonist was cool enough that it didn’t matter.

“I really wish I could finish Chrono Sword someday.  And XenoBots! Even though the back half of that game is supposed to be a mess...” He didn't mention it, but he also got to about halfway through Fantastic Fighting 9 and was really enjoying it! The thing was, the plot twist with the little guy in the pointy hat was…. A bit upsetting after some of the things he’d gone through in Winterburg.

[ravenwriter16]

Creative Minds Think Alike

Episode One---Episode two---Episode three---Episode Four (Here)---Episode Five---Episode Six---Episode Seven

Featuring the Amazing: @kinshenewa

Reminder! If the content creator doesn't approve of how i represented them, or their AUs/OCs then I will edit my work or DELETE it. It's not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators!

I do not beta read! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!

I stand there in the hallway, my back to the wall with all the windows. Arms crossed and feathers bristling. I tap my foot impatiently while tugging on my collar. My formal wear was tight and uncomfortable, the emblem badge on my chest feeling very heavy as of late.

I look around again, my annoyed expression disappearing whenever some castle residents. I smile and wave at them, my frustration not directed at them. I pull out my pocket watch, clicking the button and watching as the lid flips open. I check the time, tsking and closing it with a flick of my wrist.

“Those Staff Bots are late.”  I grumble, folding my hands behind my back.

My eyes dart to the wall in front of me. Between two doors, was a big movie poster. The caption read ‘Captain Foxy’s Pirate Adventure’. Featuring, of course, Foxy in his pirate ensemble along with pirates Freddy and Bonnie and mermaid Chica.

I smile, snorting in amusement quietly. “I’ll have to check in with the captain one of these days…that reminds me I have to sort through the pirate DCA AU files 1K-854…”

Beeping draws my attention. I slowly turn my head to the right, staring down the two Staff Bots. I raise a brow, “What’s been taking you so long?”

“Moons.” One beeps, the top of its head bearing deep scratches.

I drag a hand down my face, sighing heavily. “Okay. I’ll add ‘Send out proper Staff Bot care instructions’ when I get back to my office. Do you need to go to P&S or can you function?”

They both raise their toolboxes and pull on the rim of their baseball caps.

I smile, stepping forward to rest a hand on their shoulders. “Fantastic. Now, shall we?”

They nod and I pat their shoulder once before stepping towards the poster. I examine it for a moment before reaching up and pressing the fox icon above two crossing swords on his hat. It pushes in with a click and the sound of gears turning and shifting follow after.

“The Creator is already expecting us and we are running late.” I turn my head slightly over my shoulder, “So let’s do the best we can.”

The two give affirmative beeps.

The sounds from the poster cease, and it swings open. I nod my head, snapping my fingers as I step into the room. The Staff Bots follow me in without a second thought. The room starts off as dark then warm hues of purples, yellows, and blues light up the room.

It was a large circular room, with a dome ceiling that looked like it could retract to allow one a view of the sky.  On the floor is a beautiful mosaic of the Sun and the Moon. The tiles shining with the sunlight streaming in from the large windows circling the room. Flowing curtains of purple hand above each window.

Along both sides of the room were hallways that lead to utilities and/or storage. In the center of the main room was a small pillar. On top of this stand was a crystal ball, thick golden and silver threads keeping the orb in place.

“Kinshenewa? Hello? We’re here to fix the pipe leak.”

 The Staff Bots behind me stop while I trek closer to the crystal ball. I reach out and hover my hand over the shining orb. Images float to the surface, but none of them were of the Creator I was looking for.

“Hello?” A voice calls out.

I look up, not able to stop the blood from draining my face. In front of me was the Celestial Jester known as Sun. His blue eyes spot us and the frills around his head flutter. He claps his hands together as he saunters over.

“You must be the crew Cadence hired.” Sun gives a small bow, “I am Council Member Sun. And you are?”

“Archivist Number 16 Ravenwriter. But you may call me Raven.” I return his bow with one of my own.

I straighten up and gesture to the Staff Bots, “I hope you do remember the policy regarding the help?”

Sun pouts, “Yes…I don’t know why though.”

I level him with a stern stare, “Because all you DCA variants think it’s funny to destroy the people keeping the castle running.”

Sun laughs, “Oh yes…It was very fun last get-together.”

“For YOU. I, on the other hand, had a MOUNTAIN of paperwork that took me WEEKS to finish.” I shudder, wings puffing up.

Sun perks up, finally laying eyes on my wings. I don’t like the look he was giving me or how his hands twitched. I clear my throat, “Um…KINSHENEWA?!”

A clattering sound could be heard from the hall to the left. “Coming! Coming!”

I heave a sigh of relief. Stepping into the main room was a six-foot tall woman. She drags one hand through her wavy brown hair. When she turns, I can see that some of her hair was shaved on the left side, leaving the strands to be too short compared to the other side, but long enough to be tucked behind her ear.

She was wearing a pair of black, jean shorts and a black t-shirt. The clothing fitting and showcasing her built body. Her black shoes leaving small wet puddles as she steps into the room.

Her hazel eyes find mine. She breathes out a relived sigh, “Raven?”

“That’s me. So sorry to bother you, but we’re here for the pipe burst you reported. Could you please point to the bathroom?” I tilt my head with a smile.

“Yeah. I just came from there.” She jabs a finger behind her shoulder, “Right down there.”

I snap my fingers and the Staff Bots zoom away, beeping as they speed down the hall. I pull out my pocket watch and check the time, “Should be done in no time, Miss Cadence.”

“Thank you! I cannot take another day of Eclipse complaining about what the water does to his electricity…” She shakes her head the looks to Sun, “When will he be back again?”

Sun tilts his head, holding his chin, “Should be around dinner time. Something about a big bounty he couldn’t pass up.” He waves his hand dismissively.

Cadence looks back at me, “Do you want to sit down while you wait?”

I smile, “Yes please!”

I follow her to the couches in the middle of the room. The pillows being stars, moons, and suns. Even some plushies of the Daycare Attendant were there. I take my seat on one of the couches, sitting between a Moon plushie and a sun-themed pillow.

Sun and Cadence take the couch opposite of me. Sun pulling Cadence into his lap and nuzzling the top of her head. Cadence looks me up and down.

“I’m sorry, but have we ever met before?”

I shake my head, “Not that I’m aware of. But in your defensive, I have been held up in the office and…peeling alien potatoes…”

Sun wrinkles his nose, “Is THAT what that smell is?”

I grimace, “Yes…”

The door to the room opening, draws all our attention. Moon steps in, carrying a few books in his arms as he closes the door behind him with a sigh. When he turns around, he stills upon seeing me.

He looks to Sun for answers. Sun smiles, “She’s here for the busted pipe.”

“Oh.” Moon nods his head, walking closer, “You mean the one you broke because you were trying to fix it yourself?”

“HEY! I wasn't the one who thought flushing an ENTIRE roll of toilet paper was a good idea for an experiment!"

“By the way,” Cadence ignores them both as they argue back and forth. The jester’s voices loud but I could still make out her voice. “Will this cost anything?”

“Nothing at all!” I reassure. “But I will need you to review and sign some documents. Nothing big, just stating that if our services were unsatisfactory then we’ll send another maintenance crew by to fix our mistakes.”

“Sounds great! Ompf! SUN!” She swats at Sun’s hands, which were squishing her face into his chest. Moon was now on the couch, pulling one of her arms closer to him.

She was literally in caught in a tug-a-war.

I raise a brow, “Is this normal?”

“Sadly, yes…” her sigh was defeated, showing her resign to her fate. Cadence looks over at her shoulder, eyeing the hall were the sounds of drills whirling and metal clinking echo from. Moon succeeds in stealing her away from his brother, smirking victoriously.

Sun pouts, standing, “Fine! I’ll prepare some mash-potatoes then!”

He huffs as he turns on his heels and heads to the other hall way.

I smile, “That reminds me, we received another shipment of Sundrops and Moondrops. When would you like us to deliver it to your room?”

“Anytime is okay with me. Was there any difficulty with the shipment?” She reaches up and scratches the spot under Moon’s chin.

“We encountered a Troll trying to sneak in past the gates, but he’s been neutralized and some of our Y/n Placeholders are dealing with him as we speak. There is no need to worry.”

“A Troll huh? How many does that make today?” she tilts her head.

“Twenty-Three…” I sigh, leaning back against the couch. “They’re relentless…”

Cadence snarls, baring her teeth while clenching her fists tightly. Moon growls as well, feeling his creator’s anger. I can feel her Auora pulsate from her, feeling like a ton of bricks were weighing down on my chest. A bright purple light surrounds her and takes over her eyes.

Trolls were no laugh matter. They can sneak into the castle at any time and cause unnecessary chaos. They wreck anything they can get their hands on. Painting their sludge over Creator’s paintings and drawings. Adding hate notes when they find written scrolls. They trash rooms or steal supplies.

They were pests.

“By the way.” I stand up and dig a small pouch of ruby hearts out of my pocket. I hand it to Moon, who takes it and gives it to Cadence. “This is on behalf of the Council of the Aligned Society of Creative Minds. They thank you for letting them hire Eclipse to hunt down some wanted Frauds.”

She calms down, the lights fading and her eyes returning to her normal color. I even feel the weight on my chest rise.

“No problem.” She smiles, taking the bag, “Please feel free to call on him anytime.”

“Will do!” I smile.

The Staff Bots roll out, beeping affirmatively before wheeling to the door and exiting. I nod my head, looking back at Cadence, who was now on her feet.

She walks me to the door, “Thank you again for your help.”

“Anytime! Oh!” I stop for a second, “I also wanted to tell you that the castle is hosting a gala in a few days. Would it be okay if you could help me gather some things for the theme?”

She crosses her arms, “That depends? What’s the theme.”

I laugh, “Celestial Dreams~. Or so I’m told…”

“Sound’s fun, I’m in!” She smiles, patting my back.

I wince at her strength, wings shooting up. She opens the door, and I step out.

“Have a great rest of your week!” I bow in farewell.

“You too!” She waves.

“Sweetling?! I have the mash potatoes!” Sun calls out

She perks up and takes off running, the door slowly closing behind her. I wait to make sure the door is securely closed. I smile at the echoing of the lock clicking in place.

I turn and walk down the hall. I pull out a Sundrop that I had swiped from the bowl near the door. I unwrap it and pop the orange treat in my mouth.

I smile, humming to myself. “Yum!”

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That's Episode four! Thank you again @kinshenewa for letting me use you and your AMAZING Celestial Jesters AU. If you guys haven't read it, go check it out!

Sorry if this fic was hard to follow! But I had a lot of fun writing it and talking with @kinshenewa regarding her room and her AU!

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DWC 2024 - Day 3 - Morose/Strength

Fire and smoke were becoming all he knew as the tunnel vision continued to set in, so the idea of something coming out of the flames was both a surprise and terrifying concept. As far as the orc had been aware, he was all that was left to die on the sinking ship. Maybe luck was a lady tonight?

A tall figure passed through fire with ease, his robes not even singed in the least from the flames. As he drew closer the tunnel began to focus more on the person, especially as the shoulders widened and the face narrowed with a clean white beard.

Not a lady.

Skin of dark purple and ears far to large for the normal human's also stood out with soft glowing golden eyes. An elf. Not at all what he had hoped or expected. The thought of sighing in frustration could only be that as the sucking stab wound in his abdomen continued to bleed. Belly wounds truly were the worst.

Blinking once, the figure was 10 feet. Blinking twice, now what he assumed was five. Blinking again, but a few inches from him as he leaned down to regard him with a surprisingly calm and welcoming face. To further his lack of surprise, the voice carried the same gentle cadence expected of their face. But from the set of his jaw and intensity of his gaze there would be no lack of strength.

"Ishnu-alah, Sevlaz."

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The vulpera leaned over the counter of his cart to his most frequent customer, what he figured a welcoming smile reminded Sev too much of mischief yet to come. Stereotypes weren't applauded but couldn't be ignored.

"Biggrin," Sev replied finally as he eased himself onto a low stool to sit more eye level with Erik who raised his oversized hands in mock forgiveness.

"Sorry?" The fox replied with that same half open mouth that was supposed to be a smile.

The orc would adjust himself a bit on the stool as he answer. "It was Biggrin, that's what they used to call me."

"Oh well, that makes some kind of ironic sense as far as I've known you, the idea of you being happy seems kind of farfetched," came the chipper if not blunt reply as the vulpera busied himself with dicing some vegetables.

"As if you could tell, Erik."

Erik'red gave a guffaw of a laugh as he swept up the onion and tossed it into a bowl before grabbing another to chop. "I got a nose for these kind of things."

"You got a nose for sure."

The knife in the cook's hand tapped his cutting board as he let his toothy grin shut just as much as his eyes narrowed at Sev. "This how we're gonna be today? Cause if it is, you can just mosey on back the way you came."

Sev raised his hands in surrender to placate the shorter creature. "Alright alright, I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"No, I am not," Sev replied quickly before resting his hands on the wood counter. "But I am the customer, and as they say I'm right."

"No, the customer is always an asshole, which we both know you are," Erik returned to his chopping with a heavy clops of his knife. Despite the antagonistic nature of the conversation, the vulpera's tone never jumped or followed the direction of the banter. People would joke about the optimistic views and attitude of the fox-folk, but in world of demons and giant swords the world could use a bit of optimism.

The thief would snort before reaching up to scratch at his whiskers and eye the steaming work behind Erik. "What's good today?"

"Well," Erik stopped chopping to look up in thought as he listed off his menu today. "Got eggs, an omelet, and a mystery dish."

"Mystery dish?"

"Coming right up!" Erik replied cheerfully as he turned to start into his makeshift kitchen and stove top.

"Wait! What I didn't order that!"

"Yes, you just did."

"It was question."

Erik would tilt his head slightly as he stared at the orc. "No that was a choice, so now you get it."

"But I don't even know what it is!"

The vulpera rolled his eyes and spoke over his shoulder as he went back to his cooking. "That's why it's a mystery. Some times, Sev. Some times."

The orc thief glowered before rubbing at his face as he did his best to guess what was coming and decided it best not to. His thick hand would reach into belt to pull out a faded blue wallet, unfolding it to reveal a cushioned clay pipe. Stem and bowl screwed gently together before digging into a side flap for some of the dried silverleaf he had been smoking since he came to that wretched swamp. He'd pinched some from a couple of footman that had been left into the muck after the Blackrocks had wasted them. An ugly mess with a supremely wonderful result.

"What you got to drink Erik?" Sev called over the flames and sizzle of what he assumed was meat, the stench of fish overpowering much else. The pipe put between his teeth before peeling a bit of wood from the counter to use as light from a hanging lantern, the silver smoke flowing up around his mangled green face as he watched the vulpera's back.

"Uh, I got water, the grog, and some troll sweat," Erik called over his shoulder again as he grabbed a couple of skewers and began to slide on the meat before tossing it back on the flames.

"Troll sweat?"

"It's not actual troll sweat," Erik replied as he wipes his oversized hands on his apron. "Least I'm pretty sure it's not."

The red eyes narrowed in a concern and confusion at the lack of assurance he felt from the fox's reply. "Give me the grog."

"You got it," came the quick reply as he reached under the counter for his pony keg. A click and heavy rush of liquid from below before the clay cup nestled gently on the top. "There ya go, the 'bobs' will be ready in a jiffy."

Sevlaz tried not to show his contempt of the phrase 'jiffy' before hanging his pipe a moment for a full pull of the warm amber drink, feeling the clay scrape his upper teeth and clicking his tongue a moment. "Not bad this time."

"I try only my best," Erik wiped his hands again in to his apron before eyeballing the frying supposed meat behind him, tail switching back and forth as he watched the fires lick it. "How ya want it?"

"How do you serve it?"

"Hot."

Sev sighed and took another long drink.

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, mention of and description of death, night knig, description of blood and minor gore. mention of sandors death. This chapter is just kinda boring and super sad.

Previous chapter here

Chapter 28

The faint echoes of screaming and chasing of metals can be heard. The thick stone walls of the crypt doing everything but keeping the horror noises out where they are supposed to be. You look around you, seeing the women and children and some elderly people holding each other close. 

“Please!!! Please open the door.. Hey… hey.. Ahh” screaming and banging on the crypt door startles everyone but it soon fades out leaving the eerie quiet to fill the ears. You let your mind wander with everything Sandor has told you about the fight. How you cannot kill what is already dead and how he can make them rise again, giving him an infinite army.

“He can make the rise again…” you mutter under your breath. 

“Y/n?... you alright.” Sansa whispers to you. You shake your head looking around. 

“We're not safe in here..” you say to her. 

“What? Yes we are, the fight is above us…” she says frowning in confusion. 

“N-no no sansa were not we have to get deeper into the crypt where the first people were buried.” you say getting up and gathering the blanket around you. 

“Your grace?” Tyrion asks you as he stands confused. 

“We're not safe!” you exclaim.

“Yes we are!! Shh.” Sansa tries to comfort you.

“Where are we sansa?! Where are we right now!” you ask frantically. 

“My family's crypts under winter fell” she says 

“He said they can rise again.. Were surrounded by the night kings soldiers…” you say. She stops freezing in her tracks as the sound of stone cracking and falling turns both your gazes to a crypt wall where a dead man pulls himself out of the casket. 

“Oh god..” she says other people take notice as more stones begin to split and crack causing more bodies to come out. A woman screams as she's pulled backwards and is pulled apart. Everyone gets up and begins to scream and run as the crypts become flourished with the dead. 

“Joss!” you yell as you pull up your dress running to the entrance of the crypt. You pull up the blockade lock on the door pushing the doors open as joss defends you from behind cutting down a few men. 

“Come!” you yell to him as the door opens. Fire, blood, death and fighting is fogged with dragon smoke and icy mist. You pull a sword out of the body beside you and head outwards. Avoiding the dead and cutting down people who try to collide with you. 

“Your grace!” joss yells to you as he leads you to an opening. You follow him as it leads you both up to the castle. It's quiet but with the screams and the people running once again loudons the atmosphere. You both run through the halls being chased by the dead. You topple over stands and statues blocking their way. 

Turning a corner you run into a man screaming but he holds you still covering your mouth with his hand. Your husband. 

“What the fuck are you doing out of the crypt this isnt safe!” he quietly exclaims to you. 

“He raised them�� from the crypt. Everyone was being killed.” you say panting out of breath. Sandor is covered in dirt and blood. He looks exhausted already but it's long from over.

“You need to hide. There's a side closet in the north tower!” he says. 

“N-no no i'm not leaving you. Not again I'm not!” You exclaim tears now running down your face. 

“Fuck… you need to go..I cannot loose you. I won't.” Sandor presses a firm kiss against your lips before yelling at you and joss. 

GO!” joss takes your arm and pulls you away from your husband as you both run through the halls once more trying to stay as quiet as you can. The roof above as you run through suddenly collapses in as the dead fall through causing you both to have to find another way. 

“This way.” joss says as you run the other way to the side out of the door way back onto the outskirts of the battle. You're pushed and fall into the ground as people run for their lives. 

You try to get up but your dress is stuck on the barricade spike. You try to pull it off but there's no luck. You try to reach for the sword that you dropped to cut yourself free but you cant reach it as it fell farther than you when dropping it. You hear the snarling and gurgling of one of the dead soldiers as it runs to you holding a sword to you. 

“No no.!” You try to pull away even trying to unrustle your skirt. 

“Y/N!!” you hear your name as joss runs back to you taking out the soldier as well as two others before he cuts you free helping you up. 

“Go g-” he stops and coughs but blood comes out as you both look down, a sword through his chest. You look up at each other. 

“joss…no..no joss!” you exclaim as you move around him yelling you kill the dead behind him and he falls to the ground. 

“Joss, come on. It's okay.. I got you.” You say trying to help him up he gets up holding his stomach. You rush into the north side and move up a stair flight before he can't go any further and drops down the floor laboring breathing as he bleeds. 

“no..no we have to keep going.” you say crying, putting your hand over his to help stop some of the bleeding. 

“i-..i'm sorry..i can't..” he huffs. You nod 

“Th-that's okay.. You're okay.” you say. He nods weakly, smiling. You hear the snarling and screaming of more dead. 

“Look at me..” you say to him, placing your free hand on his face. He looks at you, tears welling up and streaming down his cheeks. 

“I love you…you are everything to me. You've helped me survive, you've helped me smile when I can't. You are not just my squire.. You're my friend, my family, a son....” you cry. He cries a weak smile is placed on his face. 

“I'm not going to leave you.” you say 

“y/n..” he says. 

You look over seeing two dead, one crawling itself up the stairs, the other scraping an ax on the side of the wall. It roars, spotting you both. You pull joss into a hug waiting for the arch of pain that comes before death. But it doesn't come. Scared to look, you slowly turn your head back to the dead. They both lay lifeless on the steps. 

You reluctantly stand up, you look out the staircase window seeing people dropping lifeless. You go back to joss kneeling back down. His head hangs to the side as if he'd fallen asleep but his eyes remain open. 

“J-joss..hey..” you say, lifting his head to you. You see his face knowing he is gone. You sob, running your fingers over his face, closing his eyes. You pull him back to you in a hug sobbing into him.

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You stand over joss’s body as he lays on one of the many pires built. Podrick stands next to you holding his lover's hand as tears roll down your cheeks as you lean down to kiss his forehead. Jon begins to speak. 

“We stand here today to say goodbye to your sisters and brothers, to our fathers and mothers, daughters….and sons. To our fellows who set aside their differences to come here and fight together, and die together, so that others might live, everyone in this world owes them a debt that can never be repaid, we need to keep them alive in memory. It is an honor and a duty.” he says he looks to the side as someone hands him a torch, he walks over to one of the pyres and lights it. 

Sandor places his hand on your lower back as he holds a torch you back up a bit with podrick as he lights the prie. You watch as the flames grow higher and you take your place back to where everyone stands. 

“What was the last thing he said to you?” podrick asks. 

“He said my name… what about you?” you ask him to turn your head to face him. Podrick stands there looking at the flame. 

“...he told me he loved me ... .a-and i ... .i didn't say anything back.” he answers. You take a breath and nod looking back to the flame. 

“He knew..podrick even if you couldn't say anything. He knows.” you reply.

“Come on..” you say to him, placing your hand on his arm, turning him away as you lead him into the castle. Everyone begins to follow slowly, some taking more time to grieve than others. They all begin to head to the banquet hall where meals have been prepared not that anyone really would want to eat but it's set up anyway. 

Your husband takes a seat and Gendryl joins him. You stand on the side with Sansa as people begin to enter, sitting and taking the meal before them. 

You watch people eat and talk. It's fairly quiet but there's still chatter. 

“You should eat your grace.” jon says to you 

“I'm not hungry.” you say. Jon sighs as you look up at him. 

“You've lost a lot in the past few months.” he says to you while taking a sip of whatever's in his cup. 

“Yeah…we all have.” you say you watch as sandor sits alone eating. Tormund comes up to him patting him on the back and taking a seat next to him talking in his ear. You can see he’s extremely annoyed as Tormund continues talking. But it's the girl who comes up to him and wraps her arm around him as he pours himself another drink that bothers you most. 

“Excuse me.” you say to jon before gathering the front of your skirt and walking to your husband. He turns to the girl and growls at her, startled and stands up hurrying off. You rest your hand on his shoulder bracing yourself to sit next to him. 

“Aye you fuck off i-” he stops himself when he sees its you. He takes your hand in his and kisses it as you take your seat.

“Sorry.. Thought you were another one of them.” he huffs, chugging his cup.

“Others still startle at you.” you say leaning into him. 

“Good. Tyrion said "I'm turning soft..” he replies. You chuckle nodding. 

“I just hope it's not…too soft.” you say. He chuckles now at your innuendo. 

“You've changed my love.” he says to you kissing your temple. 

“So have you.” you smile at him before you place your head on his shoulder. 

“Lets leave.” he says you. You frown in confusion. 

“Leave?” you ask your head still resting on his shoulder. 

“Mm. go home.” he says. You shake your head and scoff before replying to him. 

“We don't have a home sandor..” you say a bit sad. 

“Then ill build one for you. We don't have to live in a castle. Im not going to to be pimped and prodded like a fucking whore before she beds a royal…all i want is you.” he says taking another drink from his cup. You look back up to him seeing he is truly serious. 

He looks down to you waiting for an answer you smile and nod to him. 

“We’ll leave tomorrow.” you say. He nods back to you. 

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pzzt! t-this ‘chosen’ stuff is too complicated for m-me…

[There’s a short video attached.

Cobalion once again is sticking its head through Vanilla’s kitchen window. There’s some light strings wrapped around its horns, though whether by chance or by somebody’s actions is unclear. Vanilla leans against the kitchen sink, back turned to the window, but replies to his legend when spoken to.

//Italics are Pokéspeech.

“I told you enough times, I don’t want anything for Delibird Day from you.”

They don’t spare a glance at Cobalion.

“That’s not exactly what you said.”

“…If you’re seeking an apology—”

“No such thing. I understand. It simply reminded me of Keldeo.”

Cobalion stretches into the house slightly further, its horns clacking against the window.

“…”

It receives no response.

“Being a Sword of Justice does not mean your every action is just. I say that as a caution, an encouragement, and an apology. I recognize I have wronged you. And wronged young Keldeo, as well. Though they could not forgive me. I understand why they could not. I understand if you cannot.”

Vanilla sighs, shaking their head. “…I would have appreciated more warning, is all. Or, ah, more choice. I wasn’t ready, yet.”

The goat tilts its head.

“I understand. When would you have been?”

“Never. At least… for this… longevity stuff.” Vanilla rests their hand further back on the corner, almost close enough for the legend to touch.

“My apologies. I am a Sword of Action, not of inaction. I tend to move quite hastily. Even now, when I believed I had been waiting and watching quite a while… I am afraid I cannot take back what I have caused.”

The lights tangled on Cobalion’s horns flick between colors distractingly.

“Then… are you here to convince me to rejoin you? Or just to ruin my Delibird Day by reminding me of all this? I’m trying to fix things here, you know. For my family.”

Vanilla looks back at Cobalion, fur raising on end. Their expression is bitter, eyebrows knitted for the first moment they turn to the legend, but the look dies on her face as she sees the beast’s eyes, serious.

“None of that, young Chosen. I am the Sword of Action. I am not here simply to reflect. I am here to make amends. Your season of penance has gone on long enough.”

The hybrid’s brow furrows once more, ears drawing down.

“What.”

“Your season spent in penance to yourself. You hold quite the grudge, fox. Especially for matters that are not of your own causing.”

Vanilla says nothing, but lets a glimmer of her teeth show. There is a low growl from somewhere.

“I say this not to insult you, my Chosen. I have experienced similar. What I have come to offer is what you requested, although in an emotional state. A way in which to honor your brother’s memor—”

“Stop it, already. What do you know of his memory? Nothing! All you ever wanted was a replacement for—”

The ‘words’ flow, snarling, from Vanilla’s mouth. Cobalion’s nose twitches at the sudden snap, yet its eyes narrow.

“Do not think that replacing Keldeo would be as simple as—”

“Oh, so they are replaceable?”

He retorts, enjoying the bite of his own words.

“I am not here to argue this topic. Young one.”

No additional words passed between the two, and no motions, other than Vanilla wincing and nodding in deference. She looked away.

“Then I’m not here to discuss Wolfgang. If- if that’s alright.”

“At ease. I suppose I should have started at a different place. I had mentioned your request. To return your brother to you. I cannot do exactly that, but… I suppose I have pulled some favors with the ‘higher ups’. Would you please accompany me?”

Vanilla stares at the goat for a moment, blinking. They rub their eyes before scrambling towards their coat closet for a jacket.

The video ends.]

[mordenheim]

I’m not giving up

Abel sighed as he dismounted his horse. The fox paused and sniffed at the air. Every day just the same. The faintest hint of his brother's scent but nothing more. He was here in these woods somewhere. He knew it. He walked his horse to a small clearing where fresh, sweet grass was growing and tied her to a tree, letting her browse for a while.

He crouched down in the grass, taking a little soil between his fingers and rubbing it as the thought. The scent was all around him, like his brother had been here within the past few days. He picked up a rock, tossing it up and down before throwing it off into the thicket.

“Gabriel, I will find you, I promise. I'm not giving up.”

He felt like he had been searching for his brother for weeks now. He was supposed to take the daggers that they had made into town and sell them, then bring back the money so they could pay off their taxes and buy more supplies before winter set in. They were running out of time on both counts.

Shaking his head, he waled over to pat his horse, about to mount up again when he heard movement in the thicket. His tall vulpine ears swiveled in that direction as he turned on his heel. Dashing towards the sound, he froze.

A tatter of cloth was caught in the large, wicked-looking briars of a tree nearby. The thorny branches were long and whip-like, dangling almost to the ground and adorned with tiny green leaves in rows of two. He carefully picked his way through the wall of splinters and found himself in a clearing under the trees. Many of them were in this area, but their dangerous branches were intertwined overhead, far out of reach. Dark shadows were cast in the middle of the day as he looked around this strange spot.

He turned back for a moment, plucking the cloth from the briar and looking at it carefully. It looked similar to the type of cloth his brother's shirt had been made of. Giving it a sniff he knew instantly that it belonged to him. He gave a little whoop of joy as that meant his brother must be somewhere.

He carefully picked his way through the trees. Gazing up with wonder at the natural roof over his head. He idly wondered if the rain could get through as he walked over to touch the trunk of one of the trees.

The bark was dry and rough, almost abrasive. Supremely unpleasant to run his fingers over. Oddly, the trunk of the tree was warm in spite of the Autumn chill. He shook his head and wondered at the odd plant, he really hadn't seen anything like it before.

Again, the sound of movement caught his ear and his head snapped in it's direction. A faint glint of something caught his eye. Metal of some kind. Perhaps and abandoned sword, or dagger. Maybe it was one of his brother's daggers! He raced towards the glint, but the faster he ran, the farther it seemed to retreat from him until it vanished from sight.

The he heard movement again, this time coming from somewhere above him. A dark shape was descending rapidly as though it had leaped from the treetops. I landed in the dirt with a heavy thud.

The smell was almost overwhelming, rotten plant and rancid meat filled his nostrils and tears flooded his eyes because of the stench. He took a step back, rubbing at his eyes when he recognized the cloak.

“Gabriel? Gabriel is that you, are you alright?”

He took a step forward as the figure rose. Not stood, rose up, dangling from the horrid vines like some macabre marionette. The figure was desiccated, rotted, dead, but unmistakably his brother. He gasped and rushed forwards, drawing his sword to cut his bother down.

As he raised his arm, he cried out in agony. A slender branch had wrapped around his wrist, the briars biting deep into his flesh. He lifted his other arm to pull himself free only to have that arm trapped as well. The flesh puppet that was his brother slowly made its way closer, limbs flopping this way and that in a perverse mockery of life.

More vines slowly wrapped around Abel's legs and waist, biting right through the cloth, thorns anchoring deep into his flesh. The he felt it. A subtle chill, A weakness in his limbs and an overwhelming urge to just go to sleep.

He continued to struggle for a while longer, slowly being drained of his blood by the horrible trees. Delirious and about to collapse, he slurred out to what now looked like his brother, struggling to get free.

“I'll... save you... I won't... let … I'm not.. giving... uuu......”