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fiddles-ifs · 6 months ago

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Happy birthday to my firstborn problem!! I'm trying really hard to not think about how long it's actually been, but to celebrate Greenwarden being mysteriously old I'm posting a former Patreon snippet! I'm also announcing that 1) I quit me day job, and 2) I'm going to be compiling a bunch of Greenwarden shorts that would have gone up on Patreon if I had kept it up. More on that to come when I get all my ducks in a line.

GRAVEROBBING AND NECROMANCY FOR DUMMIES

Marianna & Tracker. 16+. Grimdark Fantasy AU. Scofiddle Pepper Rating: Bell Pepper.

Content Warnings: Blood, minor wounds, implied mind-control, mentions of death.

Mausoleums always have a certain smell — mold, mildew, cracking damp stone. The decay of rock and mortar, but never flesh. The sarcophagi are tightly sealed with both wards and wax, partially to keep the smell at bay. No air, nor Light, nor hands will ever creep inside them. The Silent Mercies do their grim work and do it well, keeping them locked up tight. Then they leave — that's the extent of their dues to the dead.

They can count themselves lucky. Corpses don't exactly make great company. Particularly when some of them are itching to come back.

You can't help but feel like there are eyes on you, your torch cutting through the dark, damp guts of the tomb. An intrusion. Indigestion. The violent, flickering orange light makes the shadows greasy. You'd use a magelight, but you're already dancing on the razor-thin line between bravery and stupidity; you don't want to risk waking something. Someone.

They were people once, allegedly, but you know what pride morphs people into.

Particularly powerful necromancers resist even the cleansing fire of holy Light, their sentience existing in each molecule of ash, slowly piecing themself back together with sheer will and hate. It may take hundreds — maybe thousands — of years, but eventually they will come back. So, the Temple does what it can. The liches are bound, still conscious, and placed in a sarcophagus. The sarcophagus is sealed — with prayer, with wax, with chains and locks both physical and magical — and a mausoleum built around it. The Silent Mercies make their rounds indefinitely, strengthening the wards and installing ever more complex locks. Hundreds of years turn into thousands.

The hopeful end result is a stark raving mad lich warlock that will, if all goes well, blissfully prefer the judgment of the Light before they suffer one more second of silent, unmoving, stagnant solitude. Time and again the methods of the Temple are proven effective. Terrifying, and effective. Most choose to vacate their own bodies than live in the dark for an undetermined amount of time. Unable to move. Unable to see. Slowly withering away, mummifying, rotting in your own skin. Whatever you’re going to find will not be human anymore – if it was ever human in the first place.

You cross the dusty, time-ravaged stone floor to the sarcophagus at the far end of the room. It's a short walk. Mausoleums are traditionally small, most especially the ones outside of temples, reserved for the vilest of the old guard, the lichkings who dared to try and defy death. Beings that rejected humanity, even rejected immolation, and should not under any circumstances be within spitting distance of a residential area.

Zoning laws: the bane of all undead tyrants.

There's only one — which is nerve-wracking. It sits placidly on a raised dais set with small, half-melted candles, as if it’s waiting for you. A frozen slime trail of old wax meanders down the dais, caught in time. The thrum of magic tickles your fingertips. Brushing, like a cat would, up against your palms and skittering up your arms. Both a beckoning and a warning. Temptation.

It's wrong. A singular coffin is like finding a singular roach. Not wholly uncommon, but it sets your teeth on edge.

It means one of two things: either the Temple managed to burn the master’s undead servants, even the stubborn ones. Or, worse – they’re afraid of what it might do with nearby corpses, even sealed away.

Your arms itch. You set your torch in a conveniently placed wall sconce and start working to get your mind off things.

The Temple of Light may not like to admit it, but what they do is magic. The prayers wielded by their paladins and clerics are incantations; the talismans created by their monks are charms, woven out of somewhat less mathematically inclined sigils. Magic. They hang and burn people for it in the streets, but it keeps their mausoleums tightly locked and their church in power.

Like any spell, a prayer can be broken with a little bit of reverse engineering. And you are very good at breaking things.

Maybe it's the uniqueness of your situation, or maybe you were just created with something special, but seeing the patterns in the weave and weft of magic comes second nature to you. Almost like a physical thing. A golden projection of arcane artistry.

It's a complicated spell; the Woodsman lived hundreds of years ago, long enough that even its very name was forgotten. The ward is centuries of layers, each one getting more and more complex as the Silent Mercies learned what incantations and motions were most effective at keeping the dead at bay. Trails of cold, melted wax dripping down time. A beautiful puzzle, just for you. You're always half-giddy, knowing that you may very well be the only one who can truly see the work, the history behind it, and that you might be the only one smart enough not just to break it to pieces, but coax it open.

Enough. You need to be fast.

Your forehead tenses, brows knit as you start reversing half a millennia of spellcraft. Delicately, slowly, you work out the motions, but in reverse. A twist of your hand, fingers curled, your arm moving in hypnotic diamonds and stars and spirals. Shapes designed to trap and contain. The fingers on your other hand open and close in the same fractal rhythm half a canto ahead, parsing out the right steps in the dance before you walk the dancefloor. You're a conductor, ripping carefully crafted sheet music to shreds. The torch flickers.

There's no sound but your own short, elated huff of laughter when your hand slides into place at the ward's terminus. Deep in your hindbrain, a lock falls open with a satisfying click!

“Don't move.”

Oh. That's a sword — you feel the tip of it caressing the nape of your neck. Slowly, carefully, you raise your hands to the sides of your head. You’re unarmed, and thankful you have gloves on.

“Turn around.”

It’s not like you have room to argue.

You’re face-to-face with the tip of a shiny, well-polished blade. The silver coating makes your back teeth itch. You feel it vibrating, still coming down, hypersensitive to atomic changes in the air. You’re also face-to-chest with an extraordinarily tall cleric in their classic white and gold armor. An immediate, violent chill settles into your spine.

She’s hard-faced, hair cut bluntly short; she gives you the impression that her only expression is scowl. You prepare yourself to fire and run. It’ll set your research back months – maybe even a year – but you’ll live.

“Explain yourself.” You’re taken aback by that – you do a quick three-point look around the room and with your head and then spread your hands out a little further.

“I mean,” you say, “I think we both know I’m not supposed to be here.”

She doesn’t like that. Her hands choke a little tighter around her sword grip, leather squealing and platemail clicking as she shifts even deeper into a fighting stance. The sword gets a little closer to your face. A sweat breaks out between your shoulder blades.

“You’re a mage.”

“And you’re a cleric.” Impasse. Stand off. Stare down. Neither of you are willing to make the first move – maybe she’s hoping for a peaceful resolution. That you’ll go gracefully to the stake.

Fat chance, but something changes when she opens her mouth to reply.

You don’t like the look that falls over the cleric’s face – wide eyed, eyebrows to the hairline, mouth half-open. The blood leaving her face. The slight tremble in her steady hands. Fear.

Slowly, you twist your neck to look behind you.

The Woodsman’s coffin is open – a deep, yawning blackness slides out of it, liquid trapped inside thin film. On the coattails of the light-drinking sludge, a skeletal hand slides, damn near leisurely, out of the sarcophagus. What follows is a horror of ancient science. Half human, half… something else.

The antlers crown its head, but the head is canine, deep pinpoints of light inside empty sockets. Mummified skin knits across bone, thin as paper and patchy in places. Its teeth are bare to the world and yellowed with centuries. You watch the slick, black flesh form an amorphous mass beneath the skull, the arms nothing but bone haphazardly slapped onto an overgorged slug.

You were hoping it wasn’t in there – everything you’ve learned told you it had probably vacated its body years ago. There had been no activity for so long – no plague of nightmares, no major possessions, no strange activity in the flora and fauna – and yet. The Woodsman slithers out of its unlocked tomb on a tide of melted void-flesh, rises on it until it has to bend, its shoulders scraping the ceiling of the mausoleum. It opens its mouth wide – skin and gristle clinging to its jaw in loose strings – and shrieks.

It’s shrill and piercing. You’re concussed, briefly, slapping your hands over your ears. You feel it – in your head. Scraping the inside of your skull, dark wordless whispers in your hindbrain. It knows you. It sees you. It’s in your head.

The cleric pushes you behind her, nearly to the door in the tiny mausoleum. You’re confused – still concussed. You don’t run.

“Go!” She shouts, swinging and hacking at the growing sea of rotting flesh. She swings too wide – the silver-steel scrapes against the walls of the mausoleum and sparks. The Woodsman just keeps growing. One by one, the candles and torch are swallowed whole. A deep, endless black. A tidal wave of nothing.

You’re not about to argue. You turn tail and run out the door.

Two steps past the tomb, you stumble to a stop. A quick, hard-breathing glance behind you lets you know that the cleric already isn’t doing well. She’s fighting like an animal, punching what she can’t cut. Every slice is swallowed up by more reeling, lightless flesh. You still feel the Woodsman’s scritching little claws, furrows in your soft, pliant brain. Every iota of you recoils away from it. But that cleric – she let you go.

You look down at your hands. The dark leather gloves, fingertips worn, the edges frayed.

Shaking, you slip them off your hands and leave them in the grass.

You grab the back of the cleric’s breastplate and yank her back into fresh air, swapping places in one smooth transition. You don’t know what she sees. If she notices the dark, blue-black corrupted skin of your hands or the bright runes squirming over your arms while you reach deep in yourself for something destructive. The bands around your wrists and throat mark you as a Thing – something broken loose. The Woodsman tugs at your tattered ghost leash with an interested spiritual hand, head cocked. Your programming demands you kneel for consumption, and your knees twitch before you get yourself back under control. You almost see a wink of recognition.

Little homunculus, the Woodsman whispers, curling around the base of your skull like a cat, so far from home.

“Shut up,” you say, and light up the room.

The Temple of Light has claimed the lichkings reject holy fire and immolation – they just haven’t tried something hot enough. Your fire is pure destruction, white with heat, blinding against the greasy black corruption sludge coating the walls. The Woodsman shrieks – pain, rage, confusion. Spikes of pain explode behind your eyes, and you burn them away too.

You wade through the muck, scorching it all to ash, beating the Woodsman back until it tries to seek refuge again in its sarcophagus, huddling in the pit. A child taking refuge in a cellar. Curled at the back of a cell. Useless, useless.

You reach out with a flame-licked hand and clamp down hard on its muzzle.

“Shut up,” you hiss, and watch fire make cracks in its skull. It rakes your arms with bony claws, opening bloody gashes in your flesh. The blood sizzles and evaporates almost instantly.

The Woodsman’s head explodes with a loud crack, bone shards ripping through the skin of your cheek. The rest of it goes limp in a heap. What’s left, you turn to coal dust, just in case. When you’re done, all that’s left of the Woodsman is a greasy soot stain coating the floor, walls, and ceiling. It’s a little gruesome. Reminds you uncomfortably of blood.

You coax the flames back in, lower and lower, wobbling with exhaustion, until a comfortable, warm dark swallows you. There’s light in it – ambient, soft reflections of the moon outside. The sarcophagus is a welcome resting spot, using its high lip to stay half-standing. Even then, you see little spots in your vision, the edges going blurry. A few drops of blood slide out of your nose and splatter on the ground. Your ears are ringing.

“You’ve got red on you.” You jump.

The cleric is standing there, wiping blood and slime off her face. One of her eyes is nearly glued shut, an open wound on her brow pouring red down her cheek and under her collar. You give her a once-over before you weakly tilt your chin up.

“So do you,” you say. She nods – holds out her hand.

“Marianna.”

Cautiously, you cross the floor on shaky legs to take it, and give her your name. The one you picked for yourself – it feels nice. To introduce yourself, for once. She almost crushes your hand. You’re comparatively weak.

“You saved my life, mage,” Marianna says. You grin with a mouthful of bloody teeth, an acknowledgement.

Then, your body finally gives up. You’re blissfully unconscious before you hit the ground.

#long post #sensible chuckle over the scofiddle pepper rating. anyways!#former patrons will have seen this already but i couldnt figure out what to do for our birthday this year #except feed everyones bautista addictions #and im pretty proud of this au!! :3

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uwukillmenowowo · 5 months ago

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Hi hi hi! If its not too much trouble could i request yan!Samon gokuu x nurse!Reader? Istg i love this man sm (also hope youre having an amazing day!! Your writing is just scrumptious omg)

I saw hi hi hi and thought "RIN RIN HI HI!" ALSO YES! YAN!SAMON IS JUST-

WADBWALJKDNAWDBJNAWDKJWBADLKNJANWD

And I hope you have a good day too!

(っ > ᴗ < )っ🎔

Unhealthy

(Yandere Samon Gokuu X Therapist! Female! Reader!

Notes:

You're as tall as the Warden

You're really close with building 4 so you're always helping Kenshiro since his inmates only listen to you.

I mean- You're the kind of doctor to reward everyone after a checkup.

I mean a shit ton of candies.

Sometimes a hug- That's why you're pretty popular

But that causes a ton of problems.

After all, this prison is for the worst of the worst

And Samon doesn't like that

Reader is- a little bit of a pervert. Then again- we all are [And you can't fucking lie because I know- It takes one to know one :P]

Okay- Okay- Listen- I'm not that experienced in the medical field- I only a few certificates that pertain to lifeguarding so I'm not sure if I will get some info correct.

The doctor is out for business with the warden so it's up to you to help the inmates! And the guards. [I feel like I forgot something but I don't know what it is...]

{Second POV}

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You hummed to yourself as you got all your equipment ready. Dr. Otori is out of buissness so it was all up to you to take care of the patients. Thankfully you had all the regulars medication memorized. You gave it to them one by one until you got a call. "Hello? Medical Bay." You answered. "This is Enki Gokuu from building 5. Requesting an appointment for a guard." You answered that you have time at 6:30 pm and you asked for a name. "The appointment is for my brother, Samon Gokuu"

{Your POV}

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After a few more hours of helping inmates (and sometimes guards) with their medical problems, the door opened revealing a small guard with the building 5 armband. He his custom hat had a cute design and his tail belt suited him. "Are you Samon Gokuu?" I asked as I grabbed my clipboard. The man just stared at me before blinking twice and nodded. "T-That's correct." I hummed and motioned to a seat. "Take a seat." He nodded before walking and sitting down. I sat down across from him and sighed.

"Okay. May I ask for the reason for your appointment today?" The guard continued to stare at me so I sweatdropped. "S-Sir?" ".....Oh! A-Apologies- Could you r-repeat the question." I chuckled and repeated it. He told me that there was just a problem with some inmates so he intervened and ended up getting scratched up. He urged his brother that he didn't need help but his brother made him go anyways.

I hummed and wrote it down on the clipboard's paper. "Okay. May I take a look?" He guard flinch before he averted his gaze and opened up his shirt. I blushed. 'He's absolutely jacked!' He then showed up a big scratched up area. There was a little bit of blood flowing so I took note of it and placed the board down. "Okay Gokuu-San, I'll just disinfect that for you and then patch it up." I just heard a low hum and I grabbed the necessary medical gear before walking back to him.

I put of some gloves before I tilted the bottle onto a cotton ball before I out it down and started to disinfect the scratches. The guard continued to stare at me and I bit my lip. 'He's so small... It's so cute.' I then placed the slightly bloody cotton balls into a bag before I grabbed the big bandages. "Okay, could you move your shirt a bit more?"

The guard agreed before moving his shirt more. I blushed and bit my lip harder. 'Holy crap his physique of so fine!' I awed internally thought. After all, most of the guards were the same height with the same body type. Sure there were a few that were different but not only is the guard in front of me was smaller than the other, but he was bigger than the others. Is that a little perverted of me? Maybe- But can you blame me if you're surrounded by hot guys and being paid to do it?

"Okay, there! All done!" I smiled and took off my gloves, throwing away all the cotton balls and the gloves and other garbage that I used. "Thank you." He responded before getting up. He was about to leave but I stopped him. "Oh! Before you go-" He turned around and tilted his head. "Y-yeah?" He responded hesitantly. I then motioned to a bucket of Lollipops. "Would you like one?"

He smiled before taking the green apple flavor. "Thanks!" He said before running off. I just waved at the empty door. "How cute" I awed before getting back to my work.

{Second POV}

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Samon took deep breaths as he held the Lollipop in his hand. He gazed across the walls before getting on the monorail and riding back to his building. The other guards welcomed him back but Samon didn't say anything to them. He then found his brother walking around. "Brother." Samon grabbed the older males attention. The taller male gave a hum and Samon took in a deep breath before smiling brightly. "Thank you for sending me to the medical bay."

The taller man gave a confused look. "Did you get hit in the head without me knowing?" Samon just chuckled before placing a hand on his chest. 'I'm completely fine! I'm better then fine!" Enki gave a raised brow. He has never seen his brother like this. "Brother. I- I think- No- I know it! I've found the one I want to spend the rest of my life with!" Enki was shocked.

As much as he was angered since he wanted his brother to focus on his job- He has never seen such a look of passion on his brothers face. "*Sigh* Do what you want." Enki responded, walking past his brother. Not knowing of the power he just gave to the smaller monkey.

ONE WEEK

46 inmates from building 5.

All in one week.

All the inmates that were hurt were escorted by Samon. A shame you don't know that they were hurt BY Samon.

"Again?" You asked in worry as another batch of inmates walked in. "Sorry- All our inmates have been... so rowdy lately." Samon chuckled, giving you a small smile. You just laughed, finding that smile of his adorable. "Alright, sit them down and I'll get the treatment. While you left, Samon glared at the inmates.

This particular batch were a group of s#xual assaulters and r#pists. But that wasn't their biggest crime. One of them in particular visited the medical bay around three month ago and smack your ass on his way out. Another kept showering you in perverse compliments.

Since they were cell by cell, the inmates would share nasty things about you. Samon was lucky to overhear them because now they get a taste of what to not do anymore. The only good thing that came out of this was that Samon got to see you again!

"You know what to say...right?" Samon glared harshly at the inmates and they all nodded.

All the inmates in building 5 know about Samon's new obsession. And that was his obsession about you. And it started with an inmate who talked about wanting to do... bad stuff with you. That inmate was unfortunate. He ended up dead. Enki was pissed but Samon recalled what Enki said before, "Do what you want." Enki had to eat his words and since he didn't want his brother fired, he covered it up.

Enki has been covering up all of Samon's crimes as of late. Hell- Ruka and Inori helped too since they wanted to help Enki. Ruka was in complete shock about what he knew, Inori was too. They didn't expect any of this from Samon at all. After all, out of the four of them, Samon was the one who was the most respected by other guards.

Back to the present, the inmates nodded in fear. "Yes sir!" They whisper-yelled as you came back with the necessary equipment. "Okay- Let's see here." You did your job and Samon stared at every little thing you did. You looked so beautiful as you did you job. It was like watching a charity worker giving out food to the poor. But in this case. Samon saw an angel picking up trash.

'Even with gloves- An angel helping trash is unacceptable' Samon thought as he glared at the inmates. You were practically holding their face to check for any more injuries so Samon was jealous.

At that, the inmates knew they were in trouble. Samon's obsession was starting to get... Unhealthy... Even for them, this was too much.

#Yandere Samon #Nanbaka #Samon X Reader #Yandere Samon X Reader #Nanbaka X Reader #Yandere #Yandere X Reader #Nurse #Nurse Reader #like for pt. 2 #yandere requests

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cokoweee · 2 months ago

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Holy cannoli this read so much better at midnight

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Fire was burning beneath his skin, stabbing at his veins and scorching away his insides. He curled into himself involuntarily. All he wanted was sleep. But someone was holding him up, keeping him from his blessed sleep.

“I don’t know how to do that!” A hushed voice came. “Why can’t you just do that mystic stuff?”

He shifted his head to hear the conversation better.

“No we can’t- I.” A long sigh, “ I don’t think it would be good for him to be exposed to that. The uh… process may remind him of his family and push him beyond what he is capable of. I need to get this set up, and it's best that we get that cleaned sooner than later. I think it’s best if we just- oh he’s up.”

The faint smell of lavender and smoke filled his nose as someone rushed by. He liked that smell. It was familiar. Safe.

He opened his eyes groggily to find his father behind him, holding him up. The fur tickled his back, the warmth seeping into his body. He melted into the heat as his father flashed a beam at his eye. He blinked against the blinding glare of the flashlight, eyes smarting against his will as he glanced around the room.

He was in the med bay? How-

He turned his head as someone moved to his side. Kendra stood next to the cot he was on, her hands full of gauze and rubbing alcohol. There was a small pile of asphalt on a tray nearby, coated in a thick red liquid. He watched stupidly as his dad snapped red stained gloves off.

Had all that come from him?

Kendra shot him an annoyed look as she placed her items on the little bedside table. His mind twisted in confusion and he lowered his head to look at his middle.

“Ah ah ah.” She snapped. “Eyes on me. Don’t look at that.”

He complied, watching as she moved in front of him, lips pursed as she looked at the wound. Then without warning, she pressed an alcohol soaked piece of gauze to his skin.

He gasped as cold fire burned through his side, like she was stabbing a thousand tiny needles into his stomach. He hissed, clicking in the back of his throat, and scooted away. She shot another unimpressed glare and he reluctantly inched back.

He hissed again, wrapping his tail around his ankle as she pressed down harder. She paid no mind to his protests as she cleaned the area, placing a hand against the small of his back to hold him steady as worked when Draxum left to attend to whatever it was he was doing.

She moved away, just barely twisting her torso to gather the dirtied gauze and place it in a tray. He watched warily as his father trotted forward with a needle and thread.

Ah. So that’s what he was getting.

He shook his head and shifted backward again, only to be forced forward by Kendra. He whined faintly as his side stretched, resulting in her promptly flicking his head. He turned to swat her hand away when something pinched his middle.

He spun around to see his creator threading the needle through his skin. Shuddering, he felt his scales tug back together, the thread moving in and out of his body. He would have much rather been asleep for this whole fiasco. Kendra sat beside him the whole time, a morbid fascination as she observed.

He let himself fall backwards onto the cot when his father finished, the stitches tugging at his scales as he sank into the mattress.

He rolled over to lay on his stomach, suppressing another whine as his side was strained, and let his legs dangle off the bed. He pressed his forehead into the mattress as Kendra put a blanket over his limp body. He didn’t make a sound as the same hands gently untangled his hair.

The mattress shifted as she slowly sank down beside him, running her hands through his hair as she collected bits of asphalt and remnants of New York from his nest of hair. He shivered as she pushed hair from his forehead, her fingers soft and gentle as she inspected the side of his head.

“Sit up.” She barked. “You’ll get blood all over the sheets laying like that.”

He sat up slowly, his side sending shooting pains through his body. He breathed heavily, curling his tail around his wrist as the pain crescendoed. Then, as quickly as it came, it faded away. He let his tail unfurl and moved his legs into a criss-cross applesauce position as he raised his gaze to Kendra.

Her eyes flicked over her face taking in the mild scratches. “Stay here.” She muttered. “Don’t move.”

He obeyed silently, his tail twittering against the cold bars of the medical cot. He watched as she hurried around the room, gathering bandages and ointment. He was fine really. The stab wound was taken care of, so he could go to sleep.

He wasn’t about to tell her no though. He leaned against the wall as he watched her. She ambled back to his bed, arms full of even more gauze and alcohol, as well as a large brown bottle of peroxide. She sat to the side of him, her thigh pressed against his, the other, hanging off the bed.

His breath hitched as he stared at the way they sat so close. And then she moved. Her thigh swung off the bed as she wandered away, leaving his own leg exposed to this chill of the med bay.

She returned frowning, inspecting his face again. She pulled herself onto the cot, propping herself on her knees so she was level with him. Grabbing at his face, she tilted it down so he couldn’t escape and reached to her pile. She didn’t dab any alcohol on his cuts, instead opting for the large bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

He winced despite himself as it bubbled, curling what was left of his fingers around the sheet. She didn’t seem to notice, wiping at the cut with another piece of gauze and plastering a purple band aid against his skin. She brought her gaze to his lips and he pulled away.

“M’ fine.” He mumbled.

“I’m fine.” She repeated mockingly, yanking his face back down.

He drew his eyes up to meet hers and shivered again. There was something there. A touch of purple reflected from her sweater in the soft brown.

She held his gaze for a second and he let himself look. Really look.

God, they were gorgeous. Full of a depth and warmth he could never fathom. Like water in a stream drifting over a rock. Or like hot chocolate on a cold winter day, there to warm him up.

The light of the medbay reflected in her eyes as she turned slightly. The brown melted into a warm honey. Or was it gold? A treasure so precious he would never be worthy of it.

He groaned internally. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to keep her far away. He couldn’t get close. He needed her in a box on the highest shelf. Away from danger. Away from him.

And yet here she was. Willingly helping him. Uncalled for and unprompted. Even his own creator wasn’t by his side.

No.

It was Kendra.

Kendra who seemed to never care that he wasn’t enough for himself.

For his family.

Kendra who forced her way closer to him despite his efforts to push her away.

It was Kendra who smelled like home.

Kendra who was so soft and gentle. Well, when she wanted to be, he supposed.

He nodded slowly and let her hold his face as she dabbed at his lip. Her fingertips brushed across his mouth as she worked. He sat frozen. Lightning struck through him, leaving him paralyzed, rooted to the earth.

He tried to keep his mind on anything other than her. She was helping. This didn’t mean anything. She didn’t need to be bogged down by him. His heart should not be beating that fast. He needed out.

She placed another small purple bandage against his lip before frowning again. She hesitated slightly, her hands hovering over his head before she gently moved him closer. His shoulder found a place to rest against hers as she maneuvered him, mindful of his side. His breath hitched for what felt like the millionth time as he felt her warm breath against his skin.

Sparks flew through his body as he sat paralyzed. She was like a prayer for which there were no words. Something about her had taken root in his heart. Twisting its way through his veins, and refusing to let go.

He hadn’t felt peace in a long time. But it was beginning to feel like Kendra.

“How on earth did you manage to do that?”

He assumed she was referring to what was probably a perfectly round bruised and scabbed scrape on the side of his head. “Goggles.” He managed, yanking himself backward.

He couldn’t be this close to her.

“Mmm. Can’t do much about that.”

She pulled away, gathering her things, leaving and quickly as she came. His throat tightened as he watched her, suffocated by the implication that she would never feel the way he did now.

A part of him wanted to ask her to stay. To let her get close. But she didn’t need him like he needed her.

So instead, he watched her leave. Leaving him alone in the cold of the med bay.

Eurgh

-writing anon

(Brown eyes are the bestest thing ever btw go tell someone with brown eyes they’re gorgeous. Or look in the mirror and tell urself ur gorgeous coz brown eyes are pretty beyond description and I’m not jealous of them at all)

AAAAUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Part 1

#ANON FIC #I HATE THEM SO MUCH #RARARARARARARARARARRAAR #asks and replies

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chaewandz · 1 year ago

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SWIM CHICK, LAND BOY : NRK

synopsis: out for a walk along the pier, niki spots an interesting creature out on the bay

wc: 1.1k

pairing: nishimura riki x fem mermaid reader 🙈

genre: fluff, mer-meet cute <3

warnings: swearing

author’s note: truly don’t know that there is an audience for this besides myself. i apologize everyone this is entirely inspired by erik and ondina in mako mermaids lol

with the sun shining bright making the ocean waves glisten, y/n chose to go for a quick swim along the bay. she was always careful when she swam around this area because there were almost always people either on boats or swimming about. luckily, y/n was careful to scope out the area beforehand making for a very peaceful swim.

As she swam around the coral reefs picking out different seashells to add to her collection, an unsuspecting boy happened to be taking a stroll down the pier.

nishimura riki had just finished his shift at the café nearby and so he decided to take a nice walk around and maybe dangle his legs over the cool water. just as he was making his way down to the water, y/n came up out of the water for a quick break.

as she lifted her head above water she quickly took notice of the blond boy in a café uniform sitting on the edge of the pier and looking out at the sea. she immediately sank back underneath the water, looking for a place to hide.

riki remained completely oblivious to the mermaid swimming all over the marina who was doing her very best to hide from him. she eventually opted to hide behind a boat close to the boy so that she could still keep an eye on him.

riki stayed still, occasionally swinging his feet back and forth over the water.

after a few minutes of silence had passed, y/n figured it was safe to get away because of how blissfully unaware the boy was.

diving back underneath the water, y/n quickly began to swim away, but her tail was caught by a net attached to the boat. she tried her very best to push forward and maneuver her tail out of the net but it was no use.

as y/n remained underwater trapped, riki began to notice sounds of splashing coming from a boat nearby. he glanced over to the source of the splashes but saw nothing. worried that he was losing his mind, he carefully stood up and began walking over to the boat. glancing over the water he could see something underneath and as he leaned closer he realized it was a person.

just as riki was about to call out to the mysterious swimmer, y/n’s head popped out above the water clearly panicking.

“are you alright?” riki asked the girl.

quickly turning her head to face him, panic rushed over y/n but she said nothing.

“hey swim chick, are you alright?” riki asked again.

“yes everything’s fine!!!” she quickly said, praying he couldn’t see her tail underneath the water.

“are you sure? I heard loads of splashing.”

“yes! I’m completely fine I just got tangled in some kind of net-“

“oh lemme help you then!”

“NO! I mean- no it’s alright you really don’t have to!” she said, trying to sound casual.

“really it’s no trouble. here let me grab hold of the net.” he reached out to the net attached the boat and began to pull it upwards, out of the water.

y/n’s mind was running a million miles a minute trying to come up with a way out before the boy caught a glimpse of her tail.

as riki yanked on the net, y/n yelped in pain.

“I’m so sorry! are you okay?” he asked, quickly softening his grip on the net.

“yes it’s fine I just-“

“oh holy shit.”

in that moment y/n’s heart fell. he had seen her tail. she squeezed her eyes shut, begging that this was all just a dream.

the silence between the two was extremely loud, and y/n didn’t dare to open her eyes to see his reaction.

“you’ve got a tail, swim chick.” riki suddenly said, pointing and smirking.

slowly opening her eyes to meet his, she let out a large sigh.

“yes.” she whispered. there was no way out of this. “I have a tail, land boy.”

he let out a small chuckle.

“here let me help you with that-“ he offered, reaching back out to the net.

“NO!” she yelled, making him immediately back off. “look. you need to promise me you won’t tell a single soul about this. I know you’re confused and shocked and all over the place, but I really need you to promise me you’ll keep this a secret. please.”

riki just laughed and brushed his hair back.

“land boy? hello!?! please please PLEASE don’t tell anyone!” y/n yelled, panicking.

“you’re quite paranoid you know that?”

riki wore a small smile on his face as he stared out at the girl before him. he looked back under the water and examined her tail. it was a muted pink and orange ombré, her fins flipping around as they remained trapped.

now wearing a sneaky grin, he suddenly ran towards the edge of the pier and dove in with zero hesitation.

“oh god.” y/n whispered, rolling her eyes as she desperately tugged on the net trying to free herself. as she did so, the mysterious land boy suddenly appeared underwater next to her tail, now carefully attempting to pull off the net.

her eyes glanced over at the boy as he remained focused on freeing her tail. as she stared, her eyes slowly took a glimpse at the rest of him.

instead of the café uniform he wore prior, his clothes were replaced by a green and blue scaly tail.

for the second time in the last five minutes, she felt her heart drop. her tail began frantically flipping about, she couldn’t believe her own eyes. alarmed by her movement, riki turned to look at her.

her eyes remained fixated on his tail. noticing this, he winked and shamelessly shrugged his shoulders, going back to work on the net.

“you’ve got a tail, land boy.” y/n slowly said.

“that I do.” he replied. “and now you have one too swim chick. well you always did- but I gave it back- cause it was trapped in the net- yeah.”

y/n smiled at his awkward rambling.

“thank you, land boy.”

“I feel like you can stop calling me land boy now- I mean you’ve literally seen my tail.” he laughed and spun around, showing it off.

“so you’re a merman?” she observed.

“and you’re a mermaid.” he smiled.

the two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, both equally as mesmerized by each other.

“I bet I’m faster than you.” she suddenly challenged, mimicking his spin.

“oh yeah?” he smirked.

“yup.”

“you’re on swim chick.”

the two then shot off as quickly as possible, both giggling as they glanced at each other speeding through the water.

and thus, their first date unknowingly began.

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Four Can Keep A Secret

Secret trio plus Red Robin fic where Danny is captured by the GIW and Jake Long, Randy Cunningham, and Tim Drake end up rescuing him together. AO3

Chapter One

Due to a case, Tim had been patrolling the area by the docks more recently. It was within his territory, so it didn’t take long for him to notice something strange going on. The past few days, any time Tim patrolled the area, his comms glitched. The air was cooler here, and it felt like there was some sort of static in the air that put him on edge. It was almost like the weather reflected the bad vibe Tim was having about the location, and based on past experience, he figured nothing good would come of it.

After doing some research on the surrounding buildings, Tim was able to narrow it down to one of the bigger warehouses. It had access to Gotham Bay, and from the blueprints he scrounged up it looked like a sizable basement as well. It was clear that they needed a big space and access to water, so whatever they were carrying to and fro wouldn’t be noticed by boat. Both were bad signs, so Tim had to get a closer look. From there, it didn’t take long to do research and plan for a reconnaissance mission.

The purchase of the warehouse went through shell company after shell company, and any transactions were firmly shielded and rerouted enough that even Tim couldn’t bypass it. Which led to tonight, where Tim was scaling the surrounding fence to get in to see what was going on. He approached the side entrance, one he’d mapped out through the blueprints earlier, but stopped in his tracks when he heard voices.

“Dude! That’s not stealthy!”

“We don’t need to be stealthy, we need to get into the-”

“And breaking down the door is gonna alert the guards!”

“But we’ll be inside!”

“Inside and in danger!”A tall guy in a ninja uniform exclaimed, probably louder than he meant. Both arms were gestured wide as he towered over a smaller figure in red.

At first glance, Tim thought it might be the League of Assassins, but the type of outfit paired with the red accents made him think otherwise. Not to mention an assassin would be much more subtle, not arguing loudly with a teenager in front of a warehouse they wanted to break into. It was unlikely that the league had sent what seemed like a kid Tim’s age on a mission as well.

On the other hand, the kid arguing with the ninja was short, dressed in regular civilian clothes with spiky black hair with dyed green tips. He wore dark blue shorts and a red jacket, crossing his arms with a scowl as he squared up to the taller ninja. As much as he was curious about how a civilian got involved, Tim was under the impression the two teenagers were about to start brawling if he didn’t do something. To keep them from getting caught, Tim dropped down from the AC unit he was perched on to land closest to the door.

The two nearly let out a shriek before covering each other’s mouths. “What the juice dude!” The ninja scream-whispered, throwing his hands in the air again.

“Holy shit, you’re one of the bats,”The civilian teen said, albeit a bit more nervous. He scowled at Tim a second later.“What are you doing here?”

“Breaking in,”Tim said, hoping for nonchalant while connecting his wrist computer to the security panel on the doorframe. It was already open, most likely from the other two, so he only had to plug in his code to get it working. “I’ve been monitoring this place. Do you know what’s going on in there?”

“Not really.”

“Yes,”The guy in red said at the same time the ninja shrugged.

“Great, care to fill me in? We’re on a time limit and I’d like to get in and out as fast as possible,” Tim asked, looking at the guy in red pointedly.

“A government agency took the Ghost King captive,”He explained reluctantly. “I was sent to return him to his dimension before a war broke out between this realm and theirs.”

Tim paused, turning to him in surprise. It sort of explained why the guy was dressed covertly, but he didn’t seem to have any weapons on him, just a small satchel looped around his chest. It was perplexing to think about how this guy had connections to the ghost king.

“Oh. That makes more sense,”The ninja perked up. Tim was surprised at that, because while magic might be involved, surely someone on the JL would have noticed a missing King.“I was told to rescue someone inside, something, something, he’s guarded by guys in white, by a magic book.”

Of course it was magic, Tim groaned internally. He’d have to reach out to Zatanna or Constantine about this. For now, he’d keep an eye on the two teens with him. If they had any ulterior motives with the rescuee, Tim would be able to stop them and get the King to safety. Before Tim could ask another question, the Ninja asked,”Which bat are you?”

“Which ninja are you?” Tim countered, unlocking the door. He slipped into the hall silently, glad that the ninja seemed to excel at stealth when he barely heard any footsteps following him. He was less impressed with the guy in red’s attempt.

“I’m previously known as the Norrisville Ninja, now just the Ninja,”He introduced himself with a whisper. “I go on magical quests given to me by a cursed book.”

“Awesome,”Tim grimaced. He couldn’t help it when magic was involved, especially now that the Ninja was in Gotham. He hadn’t heard anything about Norrisville or Ninjas. If he remembered correctly, Norrisville was around Arizona. It was a long way from Gotham. Tim hoped the guy would be able to get out of Gotham before B caught wind of him. “You can call me Red Robin.”

“Yum,”The two of them chimed, and Tim wanted to smack something. Preferably the two idiots behind him.

“Just call me Jake. I’m an ambassador for magical creatures in America,”Jake added quietly. Tim turned to give him a look, but he didn’t elaborate. He could almost feel the need to unravel Jake’s secrets vibrating in his chest, waiting to burst and ask a million personal and invasive questions. But he refrained, like a normal person. “Someone’s coming on the left. Two people.”

Trusting the supposed magical ambassador, Tim pulled the three of them into a supply closet. Judging by the rescue mission and tense look in the two, Tim figured they were telling the truth. He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he’d stumbled upon though, given that he’d never heard of Jake, the Ninja, or the Ghost king before.

Tim turned away from the door to find Jake and the Ninja whispering furiously with each other. “You’ve met before?” Tim asked, raising an eyebrow. The two stepped apart.

“Unfortunately,”Jake grumbled. “We’ve met before, once or twice.”

“Cut the cheese, man, I saved your butt a bunch of times and you know it,”The Ninja said. Tim could tell he was grinning through the mask.

“If you don’t shut up about it, I’m going to roast you like a marshmallow,”Jake retorted, his last words verging on a growl. Tim looked over at Jake subtly, wondering if that was a normal habit or if the guy was a meta. The two quieted down when Tim put up a hand, everyone now serious, and a few seconds later he opened the door to find the guards gone.

Red Robin didn’t have to say anything to get them moving, and instead followed the blueprint in his head to the basement level. “Woah,”The ninja breathed when they reached the lower level. Everything was white with eerie glowing neon green lights that reflected off the three of them.

“This is so creepy,”Jake muttered, glancing around. He was a bit paranoid that he’d be the one trapped in something like this one day. With how his old highschool teacher always tried to capture him, it was a very real concern, and he dreaded to think of what might’ve happened if his teacher was even a bit more competent. The eerie white walls and secret scary basement had been a fear of his growing up, especially during those times when he was being hunted. Clutching the strap of the satchel around his chest, he followed the two boys in front of him with a little more urgency. He couldn’t imagine what horrible things the Ghost King was going through here.

While Jake couldn’t wait to get out of there, he wasn’t leaving until he found the Ghost King. His grandpa and the council of Dragons had been alerted to the danger when the ghosts started going crazy. Apparently, the Ghost King had a reputation for maintaining the balance between the ghost realm and the human realm, and not only was he good at keeping the peace, he was held in high regard by almost every ghost out there. Speaking of ghosts, they were coming in from the realms at a higher, more alarming level than ever before, searching the earth for their stolen king. A few made their way to the dragons with the news of war and Jake was tasked with finding the King to prevent it. Jake shuddered at the thought of a whole dimension of ghosts attacking the living. He wasn’t even sure what side the Dragon council would pick in that fight, but hopefully they wouldn’t need to choose sides.

After Jake was sent on the mission, armed with a satchel of ghostly ectoplasm- said to heal ghosts from any physical ailment- he made his way to Gotham. Spud helped him track the King to the warehouse, but whatever software they were using at the place couldn’t be cracked remotely. He’d been told about the GIW, a government agency hell bet on eradicating the ghost population, and was upset that none of the magical community had learned about them before. It certainly made his job as the American Dragon more difficult, but at least he was here now.

Jake glanced over to Red Robin, who seemed to know where they were going. The guy led them confidently down the spooky hallway with no hesitation, so Jake followed easily. While he was nervous about being on a Bat’s radar, he was glad Red Robin was there to get them in quickly. From what he knew about the Ninja, he didn’t have any technical skills either. Red Robin was still a better choice than the Bat himself, but Jake was hopeful he wouldn’t have to reveal his powers to the guy. If he did, Jake figured it would be a little more difficult than usual to get him to keep quiet about the existence of the Magical community.

The Ninja definitely knew he was the American Dragon, but Jake was beyond grateful that the guy hadn’t revealed Jake’s secret to the Bat. He’d only met the Ninja twice before, both when he was on some odd quest from whatever cursed book he was attached to. The first time he’d saved Jake from being revealed to a crowd of paparazzi after a battle with a well-timed smoke bomb. The lanky teen had disappeared so fast Jake thought he was hallucinating until he saw him again during a mission with unicorns. Some overeager college kids had come across a group of them outside and the Ninja had helped him round up some of the unicorns that ran closer to populated areas in the scuffle. Jake was pretty sure the guy knew about the Magical community, but since he seemed to be on their side, he didn’t see the point in alerting the council to the Ninja. He was a good ally to have, even if Jake wasn’t sure of his motives.

Jake shook his head, focusing on the task at hand. Looking around, he saw containment cells, a vat of glowing green liquid, and various tools that gave Jake more than a bad feeling. The sooner they could get out of here the better, he thought with a shiver. The place gave him the creeps, and he was sure that it would be haunting his nightmares for the rest of his life.

“How do you know where you’re going?” The Ninja piped up, looking over Red Robin’s shoulder. It seemed like a genuine question, but Red Robin shifted the screen away anyway.

“I have the building schematics, and I downloaded their files,”Red Robin reported, taking a left turn out of the area with containment units and down the hall to the scary lab. “According to this, they have one current captive, labeled PH-01. Nothing in the containment cells we passed so I’m betting the guys here have him in a lab.”

“This is so rank,”Ninja grimaced, looking around. He seemed to talk when he was nervous, Jake observed,”How come this place is so empty? I thought we’d have way more guys to fight by now.”

“I set up a distraction at the other end of the building,”Red Robin grinned briefly before covering it up with a blank smile. He pointed, coming up to a bigger locked door at the end of the hall. Green light seemed to shine through the cracks at the bottom of the door. “It should give us enough time to get whoever’s inside and get out.”

“He’s the Ghost King,”Jake reminded with a frown,”Probably glowing. He can float, turn invisible, that sort of thing. If they caught him he’s going to be restrained in some way.”

“Magic book told me he has white hair and green eyes,”The Ninja added helpfully.

Red Robin filed the information away as his wrist computer got the door unlocked. It slid open with a hiss, and bright, white lights turned on overhead, making the two without a domino mask wince. Whatever the trio was expecting, this was worse.

In the room was a bunch oh medical equipment paired with what looked like torture devices. In the middle of the room lay a metal exam table with a small figure strapped down. Tim was surprised to find that the ghost king was around his age, smaller than he’d expected. It made the situation worse in a way, knowing that the people here were experimenting on a kid. Experimenting was sadly the best word Tim could find to describe it, given that the boy had heavy duty restraints on his wrists and neck. No restraints on his legs, but he figured it was because one of the legs looked bent at an unnatural angle. The beginnings of incisions adorned the King’s bare chest, and what looked like needle marks in his arms as well as the IV attached led Tim to believe that the guy was being sedated.

They stood frozen at the entrance for a few seconds before bursting into motion. The Ninja, surprisingly, went to try to get the cuffs off while Jake went to patch up the unconscious figure with Tim. “I don’t think I can use anything to heal him until the restraints come off,”Jake said, pulling out bandages out of his bag. He didn’t know how ectoplasm would mix with the ghost-proof restraints, so since there was nothing he could do magically, Jake started making a makeshift splint to hold the crooked leg together.

“Nothing I have can break these,”The Ninja said, frustrated. He went to the other end of the room, snooping for weapons or keys to unlock them before standing watch instead.

Meanwhile, Tim tried to get the collar off. He figured out quickly that breaking it with the laser on his utility belt wouldn’t work, and set to hacking it instead. Almost immediately, he knew this was going to take longer than they had, and shut his wrist computer with a snap. “I need more time to get the restraints off. We need to move, now,”Red Robin said, moving to help Jake finish patching the kid up. He detached the IV and other restraints keeping him to table, while the smaller teen finished wrapping his leg.

“There’s a bunch of people coming, any ideas on how to get out of here?” The Ninja said hurriedly, rushing over to help the two get the unconscious boy up off the table. Since the Ninja was the tallest out of the three of them and closest to the Ghost King’s height, they carefully situated the ghost onto the Ninja’s back. Red Robin took up the lead, taking the four of them out a back entrance away from where the guards were coming from.

“This leads up to the roof,”Red Robin directed, a little surprised at the Ninja’s ability to carry the boy up three flights of stairs without breaking a sweat. “From there we can take him to the Batcave or-”

“No, he’s staying with us,”Jake growled deeper than before, and shouldered past Red Robin. “None of us want the Bats involved in this more than they already are.”

“I’m not saying you have to,”Tim placated, not letting any of his frustration bleed through his voice. “It’s just an option if he needs more medical attention than we can give him.”

“I have a safe house close by,”The Ninja offered, and Red Robin wasn’t surprised when Jake readily agreed. Tim agreed though, given that the Ninja seemed to be the closest thing they had to neutral. Alarms blared behind them as Tim kicked open the rooftop door.

The four of them got onto the roof, Jake closing the door behind them. He broke off the door handle in a surprising show of strength that Tim did not have time to process. “Here, I can take him and grapple-” Red Robin started before getting cut off.

“I got him,”Jake growled again, and Tim was about to argue when the Ninja just handed the Ghost boy off. Sighing quietly, he resigned himself to just follow along as Jake held the boy easily in his arms despite his small stature. Jake turned to Tim,”Don’t freak out,”He said, accepting it with a bit of suspicion when Red Robin nodded.

Then, to the surprise of the vigilante, Jake transformed into a giant red dragon. “Get on,”Jake grumbled, securing the ghost king in his arms as gently as possible. The Ninja whooped, climbing onto Jake’s back gently despite his excitement and gestured for Tim to follow. Red Robin refrained from spouting all the questions he had and followed. He’d definitely seen weirder, and there was no time for introductions again with the guys in white banging on the door behind them.

“Hang on!”The dragon called with a sharp grin before he stretched his wings out and leapt off the roof. Snuggled securely in his arms was the unconscious Ghost King, while the Ninja and Red Robin were holding on for dear life on Jake’s back. They tried to be mindful of the guy, but it was hard not to grip too tight when they were flying so high. “Got directions for me?”He called, and Tim was surprised they could hear him over the wind.

The rest of the ride went by quickly, with the Ninja giving directions to a small apartment not far from Gotham University. Meanwhile, Tim was trying to take in every detail of the two boys in front of him. Riding a dragon was something he’d never done before, and he had to restrain himself from running his hands over Jake’s ruby scales. He wondered if they were like armor. Was there heat resistance? Tim found his mind racing with the wind around him.

The Ninja on the other hand, was surprisingly muscular despite his lithe, tall figure. Since Tim was seated behind him, he had no choice but to hold on to the boy in front of him if he wanted to stay on the dragon. Despite knowing that the Ninja had multiple weapons on him, he couldn’t spot a single one. Did the Ninja have magical powers too? Tim had a lot of questions, but he knew now was not the time. The most important thing right now was getting those restraints off the Ghost King and preventing a war.

The two riding the dragon didn’t waste any time getting off once they landed on a rooftop. The unconscious King was passed to the Ninja again and Jake transformed back to human. Tim supposed it made more sense that Jake was an ambassador of magical creatures now that he knew he was a dragon. Or part dragon, Tim wondered. This was not his expertise, so he followed the two with the most experience into the apartment, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious while fiddling with the codes on his wrist computer.

“Mi Casa es su Casa,”The Ninja grunted, tossing some keys to Jake while keeping a steady hold on the boy on his back, who caught them and easily opened the door.

“I thought this was a safe house,”Tim said absently as they walked in, still typing. The more time he had to crack the code the better, just as long as he was in the same vicinity as the ghost he could keep working.

“Well, it’s safe, and it’s where I live, so,”The Ninja added, unable to shrug with his arms full, and brought the boy over to a table near the kitchen. “Can you clear off the books?” He asked, and Jake scrambled to clear the table, helping the Ninja set the Ghost king down gently. The unconscious boy’s head lolled to the side and his white hair drifted over his face. Randy paused, helping him into a more comfortable position before brushing the hair out of the way. His face remained relaxed, not stirring in the slightest at the movement. Randy grimaced when he caught sight of the blood smeared on his neck under the collar, and he hoped they could help him.

“Do you have any medical supplies? Towels?”Jake asked, getting back to work on fixing up the guy passed out on his table. Randy went and got them, pointing Jake to the kitchen to grab some warm water. He rushed to the bathroom, reaching under the sink to pull out his first aid kit and snatching a few towels off the counter. He was glad to have washed them the other night.

Making his way to the kitchen, he saw Red Robin in a chair next to the Ghost, typing away on the tiny computer on his wrist. He only paused a few times to lean over and look at the collar or fiddle with it, but Randy figured he’d get it off soon with that determined look. Bringing the supplies, Randy spent the next two hours cleaning and dressing the boy’s wounds with Jake. He paused briefly to get Red Robin a bigger laptop to work from, but stayed by Jake’s side to help secure the ghost’s broken leg..

Halfway through, he pulled off his mask, letting the rest of his suit retreat and revealing his unruly purple hair. Red Robin hadn’t even noticed, still typing away, only now he was using Randy’s laptop that he’d gotten for school. It helped to have room to type with both hands, he’d said when he thanked him.

Jake on the other hand was speechless for a moment, staring with wide eyes before grinning. “Want me to keep calling you Ninja?” He snarked, and Randy rolled his eyes.

“It’s Randy, actually, but you can call me anytime,”Randy winked, and Jake threw an unused rag at him. Randy dodged, snickering, but got back to work.

Once the Ghost was bandaged and no longer bloody, they got him in some of Randy’s pajamas and moved him to Randy’s bed. It just so happened that the pajamas were blue and had little polar bears on them. Despite the bandages and makeshift cast, the kid looked more peaceful laying on the comfy blankets. “I’ll keep an eye on him,”Jake said, rolling Randy’s spinny gaming chair to sit next to the bed. He still had the satchel on him when he plopped down on the chair, and held it tighter when he got restless or nervous. Randy assumed he was carrying something important for their guest in there, so he left it alone. No doubt it was something magical and very hard to obtain, and Randy was well known for clumsiness outside of the mask. He was going to avoid messing with it.

“I’ll make some food then,”Randy hummed, but before he left he rummaged through his drawers to find some extra pajamas for Jake and himself as well. He tossed them over to the shorter teen and left the room before Jake could yell at him for it.

After getting changed in the bathroom, Randy meandered his way past Red Robin, who still had his head in the computer, and into the kitchen. He figured the guy could use something to keep him awake. Opening the fridge, he found a grape flavored Zesti energy drink and brought it to Red Robin. The guy almost flinched at Randy’s presence, but zeroed in on the energy drink and relaxed. “Thanks,”Red sighed, reaching for the drink. He paused, finally noticing the absence of a ninja suit. Randy wanted to laugh at how wide the eyes of his mask went but took pity on him. It was late, and they needed Red Robin to get the collar off.

“Call me Randy,”He grinned, then turned to the kitchen. “I’m making food if you want anything or have allergies. Let me know if you want another energy drink, I have a bunch.”

“Yeah,”Red Robin rasped, then cleared his throat and reaching for the drink. He got back to work a few seconds later, keeping the can between his arms as he typed. Tim wished he had a straw to drink while he worked, if only to keep him distracted from the cute boy in the kitchen.

Back in the kitchen, Randy was busy making breakfast sandwiches, because that was one of the only things he knew how to make and had enough of those ingredients. He wasn’t quite sure what the others wanted on their sandwich but he’d make it pretty plain in case they had weird tastes. Glancing back at Red Robin hunched over at the kitchen table, he didn’t feel as nervous as he thought he should be at the bat. Randy didn’t mind sharing his identity with the two, and to be honest, either one could figure out his name just by knowing where he lived.

He had known Jake didn’t trust the Bats, so Randy suggested his own place. It helped that he wasn’t far away, considering he was going to Gotham University for a Media X major. His apartment was neutral ground when it came to magical creatures and the vigilantes, and he was sure the nomicon predicted things working out this way. It definitely wasn’t because he was lonely, no. Randy only just moved to Gotham, away from his friends and family. He was doing fine making friends in college. Sharing his apartment with other heroic teens was just convenient. It was just a normal, college apartment, and he hoped the ghost at least would be more at ease with the surroundings when he woke up.

Soon enough, Randy plated the sandwiches individually, adding a bit of avocado, tomato, some onion, sriracha, mayo, ketchup, and bbq sauce to his own. He paused, then found the bag of chips on top of the fridge to add to the side of each plate. Going back to the fridge, he pulled out another energy drink and took one plate to Red Robin.

The guy didn’t even notice Randy dropping off his food, but he seemed to be concentrating so Randy let him be. He left, taking the empty can with him. The purple haired teen hoped the plain egg, sausage and cheese muffin was fine. It was one of the only things he could cook after working at McCluckbusters for one too many summers.

Grabbing the other two plates, he made his way to the room with the sleeping ghost. “Your dinner awaits, milady,”Randy bowed dramatically, holding out the plate to Jake.

The dragon boy snorted, but dug in gratefully. It was almost 6am already, and Randy was sure all three of them had been up the whole night. He himself was used to late nights gaming, but Jake looked tired. Randy took a bite of his own sandwich, putting some of the barbeque flavored chips inside it to add a crunch, but paused when he saw Jake staring at him.

“Yo, what did you do to that sandwich, man?” Jake asked, setting down his own sandwich and looking at it like it suddenly had a bug in it.

“It’s delicious,”Randy said with his mouth full. “Why, do you want some? I left yours kinda plain in case you didn’t like other stuff.”

“Okay, I do like the avocado but it looks like you have ten different sauces on there,”Jake judged. “You couldn’t just pick one?”

“It adds to the flavor,”Randy defended,”And it’s only like, four. I was out of ranch.”

“Oh my god,”Jake sighed, exasperated, “Next time I’m cooking,”He added,”I’ll show you real food.”

“Hey, I learned these secrets the hard way,”Randy said, adding more chips.

“What, from a fast food place?” Jake asked, mentally planning what dishes he could make with ingredients that a midwestern college white boy would have in his fridge.

“Yeah, exactly,”Randy grinned, and Jake just rolled his eyes.”So if you want breakfast sandwiches or cake fries, I’m your guy.”

“Cake fries?” Jake repeated, looking at Randy in disbelief.

“Just wait til you try it,”Randy pointed out. Jake just rolled his eyes, but Randy could see a small smile on his face.

They ate in silence after that, talking about random things and watching the sleeping boy between them. Randy took Jake’s plate when they were done, walking out to put them in the sink and check on Red Robin.

To Randy’s exasperation, the guy had drunk the energy drink, but left the food with a few bites next to him. It seemed obvious that Red Robin had barely taken a break from trying to crack the ghostly restraints, and Randy didn’t know if it would be more or less helpful to remind him of the food. He decided to leave it for now, and took the empty can. He was worried that Red Robin was pushing himself too hard trying to crack the code, but for now he’d help out however he could without bothering his work flow.

Randy admits, he is a bit restless with no emergency going on, and two strangers in his house. He ended up doing the dishes, giving Red Robin another energy drink, and started on cleaning around the house when he noticed Jake starting to fall asleep in his chair. Cracking his knuckles, he approached with the subtlety of a younger sibling.

“Come on, get up,”Randy shooed, much to Jake’s confusion and annoyance. “Don’t give me that look, you’re practically falling asleep.”

“I’m fine,”Jake growled, but let Randy herd him out of the room.

“Go take a nap on the couch, I’ll keep watch on him and wake you if anything happens,”Randy assured, leaving Jake to settle on the couch without tripping on the too long pajama pants to go grab a spare blanket. He draped it over Jake, grinning in satisfaction when he seemed to drift off in seconds.

Randy glanced over at Red Robin, who had eaten a bit more but was still hunched over the laptop, and figured the guy was still doing okay. A thought came to him though and he grabbed some more pajamas and a glass of water to set next to Red Robin. Randy was never so grateful of his mom’s Christmas Pajama Tradition. He got a new pair every year and since he’d stopped growing he never needed to throw them away unless they got super old or beat up.

Randy made his way over to the ghost king and took over Jake’s chair. Plopping down, he grabbed a blanket on the floor to wrap around his cold feet and leaned back to watch the sleeping boy in front of him. All the blood and cuts were cleaned and bandaged, so the little King would have looked almost peaceful if not for the bright green collar around his neck. Throughout the escape and getting settled in the apartment, Randy hadn’t actually gotten a good look at the guy before now. His skin was pale, with almost a hint of blue in it, and his short hair was almost ethereally white. Leaning closer he could see his eyelashes were white too.

Sitting back, Randy huffed. He definitely had to skip school tomorrow. Considering he and the others had been up all night now, Randy hoped he’d be able to stay awake. Spotting his switch on his nightstand, he leaned over to grab it. Starting it up, he figured he’d play some Animal Farm to try and stay awake. It was a kind of mindless game so he wouldn’t miss anything if the Ghost King moved at all.

Meanwhile, Tim was nearly done. He had hacked into the files he downloaded to try to find the key to unlocking it, but it turned out that the GIW had gotten the invention from some scientist named Fenton. It was even harder to find blueprints for the collar, but from what he could tell it was running on some sort of alternate power source. The glowing green energy didn’t seem to run out, and reminded Tim a bit of kryptonite.

Given that it ran independently, the restraints were stuck on the ghost until someone deactivated it with a similar device. It was like the thing was half magic half technology, and Tim was only good with one of those things. What Tim was trying to do was unlock the restraints without the key, and to do that he needed to try and mimic the power source on his own end. To do that, he was trying to get the devices to register each other as a key, but it was slow going. Tim hadn’t done something like this before, but he knew he could do it with enough time. Time he wasn’t sure the ghost king had.

Then the vigilante frowned. He looked up from the computer, wondering why Jake and Randy were being so quiet, only to find Jake sleeping on the couch. Tim blinked, but figured Randy was keeping watch on the Ghost King, while Jake slept. Looking at the clock on the laptop, he could see why. They’d been up all night, and it was nearly 9 in the morning now. With all the energy drinks he’d had, Tim wasn’t even tired. He couldn’t be tired if he wanted to get the restraints off the boy in Randy’s bed.

Tim sighed, reaching for the can on the table but instead brushed fabric. Surprised, he turned to see a pair of space pajamas with a soft Nasa t-shirt. Next to it was a glass of water and Tim frowned. While he was getting a bit uncomfortable staying in his suit for so long, he wasn’t completely at ease around the boys. Reluctantly, he took a sip of the water, hoping that they didn’t run out of Zesti.

Glancing back at the screen, he figured now was a good time to take a break. No one else was around, so he quickly and quietly stripped out of his armor and into the soft pajamas, but kept his utility belt, boots, and mask on just in case. Folding his suit and placing it on the chair next to him, he took the time to stretch out his muscles, relishing the way his back cracked.

Sitting back down, he was glad for the clothing change into something more comfortable. The pants were a bit long and the shirt too big, but they were soft and smelled like some sort of flowery laundry detergent. It was nice. He took another sip of water and started typing, hoping to figure out how to get the power source in the restraints to mimic the type of key needed to trick the system.

Jake jolted awake with the imprint of the sterile, white lab and eerie green lighting on his eyes. He swallowed down the flames in his throat and rubbed his eyes. When he was no longer afraid to set something on fire, he yawned, stretching. He looked around, seeing Red Robin now sporting space pajamas a few sizes too big, and he could just make out Randy playing a game on his switch in the chair through the doorway of the other room.

Yawning again, he set the blanket aside and got up. Jake scowled when he almost tripped over the pant legs of his borrowed pants. Despite the tripping hazard, he made his way to the kitchen to look through Randy’s cabinets. Looking at his phone he saw it was nearly 11am and figured the others would appreciate some food. He was surprised to find rice in one of Randy’s cabinets, and figured he could make some fried rice with some of the vegetables in the freezer. Nevermind that the rice looked untouched for months, but it would be easy to make a large amount of food for everyone.

Jake was pretty sure that ghosts didn’t need to eat, but he figured the guy might appreciate being saved a plate just in case. He placed the satchel with the ectoplasm inside on the counter, and got started cooking. It was calming his nerves to focus on cooking rather than the vigilante at the table and the unconscious Ghost King in the other room. Randy seemed chill, but Jake was paranoid that one wrong move and Red Robin might contact some other heroes to take over. Looking at the guy now, knowing he’d been hunched over the laptop covered in various stickers for hours and not calling anyone because Jake asked him not to, he felt like the guy deserved some trust. And rice.

Almost an hour later, Red Robin stood up, ignoring the now cooled bowl of rice at his side. “I got it,”Red exclaimed, making his way to the Ghost King. Jake and Randy perked up from their chairs, sitting around the bed.

“You got it?” Randy asked with a grin. He stood up, switching to hover around the boy on the bed.

“Just let me get this ready first,”Jake muttered, pulling out the vial of ectoplasm. Tim nodded, making his way over to the collar. He only needed to activate his program with a push of a button. Once Jake was ready, he nodded to Tim.

Red Robin took a breath and pressed the button, hoping it would work. Abruptly, the Collar’s bright green light cut out, and after a moment it seemed to pull apart, dropping into two halves on the side of the boys neck. The three watching gave a sigh of relief, but tensed back up when the white haired boy started to stir.

A weak groan filled the room, and the ghost’s face twisted in pain. Jake was all but ready to use the ectoplasm when suddenly a bright light filled the room. Looking away, the three covered their eyes as it seemed to get brighter and encompass the boy on the bed.

Red Robin was the first to look back when the light faded, and held in a gasp when he saw a very human boy in place of the ghost. “He turned human?” Randy exclaimed, looking from the other boys in the room and back to the ghost king turned teenager.

Jake, still holding the ectoplasm, was gaping. “Will this still help him?” Jake asked no one in particular. He had no idea if the human part would reject the ectoplasm.

“I’ll get the medical supplies,”Tim threw out when he noticed the kid’s appearance. The others, just now looking at he tattered clothes and fresh injuries, blinked in confusion and panic.

“How does he have different injuries now?” Randy complained. Even the pajamas were gone, replaced with tattered jeans and a t-shirt that used to be white.

While the ghost version of the boy had a broken leg, this kid’s arm was dislocated, horribly bruised, and possibly broken. Further inspection led to a few nasty burns that looked like something like a blaster hit him, and based on the new rattling sound when he breathed, they were pretty sure some ribs were broken.

Another thing they learned was that the ghost king might also be… a ghost queen. In their human form, at least. Red Robin took point on getting the… teenager dressed while Jake and Randy averted their eyes in embarrassment. Tim’s cheeks had turned red, but he was at least used to clothing mishaps and more unsavory situations while being a hero. This hardly phased him, but they were all confused about how the Ghost King thing worked when one was a human girl at the same time. They all more or less agreed not to comment on it and stuck with the Ghost King’s he/him pronouns. At least until the teen was able to explain.

Jake however, was still trying to decide if it would be a good idea to give the teen the ectoplasm or not. He’d received limited information about ghosts and that to do with the ectoplasm, but he had no idea if it would help or hurt the human part. He sat in the chair with a huff when they finished patching up the kid and got him in another set of pajamas. This time they had little dogs on them.

“I can find out for you,”Randy said, looking at the ectoplasm meaningfully. He waved an old looking book in his hand for emphasis. Jake however, did not know what Randy meant by that.

“How-?”Red Robin asked, but cut himself off. He clearly didn’t know what he was allowed to ask about or not, and it was very amusing for Jake.

“Sure, go for it,”Jake said, thinking Randy was just going to read the book. He was unprepared, however, for Randy to open it and immediately collapse.

“What the-” Jake exclaimed, rushing to catch Randy before he hit the floor. Red Robin joined him and they carefully lifted the purple haired teenager onto the bed so he laid next to the other unconscious teen. “Geez,”Jake breathed.

“Did you know he was gonna do that?” Red Robin asked absently, and Jake shook his head.

“I knew his book was magic but- man he coulda warned us that would happen,”Jake scoffed. Red Robin let out a small laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed. They were a little overwhelmed, but it was a relief to be able to have someone else to talk to about it.

Seconds later, Randy woke up with a gasp, startling everyone but the unconscious kid. “Jesus, man, you coulda warned us!”Jake exclaimed, but Randy largely ignored him in favor of pointing to the ectoplasm vial that Jake was still holding.

“S’good! All good, give him the stuff,”Randy got out, climbing out of the bed and pacing the room. Jake hesitated, but started getting to work while he watched Randy pace. “So- the nomicon was pretty vague about why he’s human in the first place but basically the green stuff helps both forms. Basically.”

“Basically,”Tim repeated, while Jake gently coaxed some of the ectoplasm down the kid’s throat. He hoped it worked.

They hovered around the bed for a moment, then watched in awe and surprise when most of the injuries started to heal. It didn’t heal the bigger injuries as much, but most of the bruising and smaller wounds disappeared, leaving little scars.

Bright blue eyes suddenly opened, and the teenager lurched forward with a cough, huddling in on himself. Unsure what to do, Jake and Randy stepped back to allow Red Robin to come forwards and reassure the kid. “Hey, it’s okay, its alright,”He said softly, but nothing he did seemed to calm the kid down.

The human ghost king tried to crawl away from them, moving until his back hit the headboard of the bed. He was obviously still in pain, and his eyes were darting around frantically but not seeming to recognize anything. Tim bit back a retort when he was shoved backwards as Jake moved to be right in the kid’s line of sight.

To Tim’s surprise, Jake transformed into a dragon again, and it actually seemed to calm the kid down. “You’re safe now. The humans won’t hurt you anymore, okay?” Jake said, and Tim understood. Having a more magical creature around would help the kid recognize there were no more agents around. It was smart.

“I’m out?’ The kid croaked. Tim was amazed at how quickly he seemed to trust Jake, but he supposed it made sense. Meta solidarity or something like that.

“Yeah, you’re out,”Jake reassured, helping the kid lay back down. The kid seemed to lose all strength when he recognized he wasn’t in a lab. “You’re the Ghost king, right? What’s your name?”

“Danny,”The kid sighed, going boneless in Jake’s arms. The dragon was nice and warm, and he hadn’t felt warmth like that in… what felt like forever. Looking around, he saw just a normal bedroom. “Where..”

“I’ll explain everything when you’re feeling better, but you don’t have to worry about them finding you. Just relax and heal, okay?” Jake said, pulling some blankets over Danny without disturbing the injured arm. The teen was still out of it, obviously exhausted from his earlier panic and trauma, but he laid back down easily enough. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Danny was asleep before Jake could even finish his sentence, and all three conscious boys breathed a sigh of relief. “Poor guy,”Randy whispered, plopping down on the chair again. Tim hummed in agreement, and looked over to Jake, who was still holding Danny’s hand in his dragon form.

“You okay?” Tim asked, and Jake turned to look at him.

“Yeah,”Jake said, shaking his head. “It’s just. What happened to Danny could have easily happened to me, or any one of the other magical creatures out there. I’m.. It’s my responsibility to protect them from things like this, but I didn’t even know…” Tim patted Jake on the shoulder reassuringly. “You still saved him, and he’ll get better thanks to you.”

“Yeah,”Jake said, turning back to human form in a dazzling show of light. Tim was fascinated, but he swallowed back his questions to not make the guy feel uncomfortable. He ended up yawning, and Jake looked at him with narrowed eyes. “You should take a nap, you’ve been up for like, two days.”

“I’m fine,”Tim yawned again, refusing to tell him that it was more like three days he’d been awake. With Danny in the clear, most of the adrenaline keeping him up was draining out of him. Jake hummed in a way Tim knew he didn’t believe him.

“Hey, you can just take the couch over there, “Randy piped up, and Tim was wholly unprepared for the guy to foist a handful of blankets on him and drag him over to the couch. “We’ll wake you if anything happens.”

“I’m not tired,”Tim tried to protest, but once he was laying on the couch piled high with blankets, he really didn’t feel like moving.

“Sure, just rest your eyes then,”Randy said placatingly, and Tim was already on his way to dreamland.

#jake long #randy cunningham #tim drake #danny fenton #danny phantom #ninth grade ninja #red robin #american dragon #dcxdp #dcxdpxjlajxrcngn #secret trio #plus tim #four can keep a secret #if one of them is dead #see its a pun #kinda

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quitealotofsodapop · 8 months ago

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thinking of cicada lilly au and how tense things between "mr. moonlight" and "mr. sunshine" must have been in the beginning.

not only would they immediately recognize each other, but i can just imagine how they'd both be mentally freaking out the first time they saw each other. in an instant both of them are mentally screaming "what the fuck is he doing here!??" "holy shit he's alive!??"

and even after the truce incident things are still tense, less outright fighting, but a hell of a lot more awkward I'd bet. they're mostly talking about the kids they pseudo-adopted then themselves, but it's better than them fighting all the time. progress is progress, I suppose.

that is until how they found their respective kids comes up in conversation, and Wukong nearly has an aneurysm when he learns about Macaque getting tangled up with the bone demon and Bai He's "True Purpose"

referencing.

Oh def. At first the two "pets" were able to chalk their suspicions up to paranoia, but after one of them (likely bird!Wukong) witnessed the other un-glamour - it made things more overtly hostile.

Cus' like you said; "tf this guy doing here?!"

Especially from Wukong since in his memory, Macaque sorta died.

Even after their temporary truce to protect their respective "owners", they mentally weigh their options before getting chummy again.

Macaque in particular tries to leave entirelly one night, only to hear Bai He running around town yelling for Mr Moonlight for hours, tears and snot rolling down her face. He simply could not leave her knowing that he'd be depriving a lonely little girl her best friend and protector. Mr Moonlight calmly appears back at the restaurant's dining area that afternoon - pretending like nothing had happened. Bai He cried into his fur and held him tight, begging him never to scare her like that again. In his cat form he pretends Mr Sunshine doesn't exist.

Wukong considers flying away a few times just to get away from the awkwardness, but his successor is right here. And he's not entirely sure if can trust him alone with Macaque yet. So the bird occasionally screams into the certainly not-deaf cat's ears when he's feeling angry.

Eventually they do sit down on even terms to discuss what brought them to the same home.

Wukong: "Me first cus my kid is older." Macaque: "Fair." Wukong: "He's one of us." Macaque: "...you're kidding me." Wukong: "Yup! Nuwa made him directly and dumped him on me." Macaque: "That's pretty wild... how come you didn't raise him yourself?" Wukong, eyes sad: "I wasn't in a great place. All my friends were gone, our kingdom is non-existent, and I'm too much of a target to give the kid a normal life." Macaque: "As normal as a stone monkey could get." Wukong: "Yeah... so I sought out anyone from the old days that could give him a good childhood. And I found piglet's decendant." Macaque: "What made you choose him?" Wukong: "Honestly? Most of it was gut feeling. Then I saw him help calm down a toddler crying in the resturant and I just knew he'd raise MK well." Macaque: "I suppose you weren't entirely wrong. He is a good father." Wukong: "What about you? Why are you hanging around the little bug?" Macaque, hesistating: "...I'm protecting her." Wukong: "Why?" Macaque, glares: "Wukong, hav eyou not considered Why I was able to come back to mortal world?" Wukong: "I have, but what that has to do with Bai He?" Macaque: "She's not a normal child either Wukong. Not us, but something else... When I was in Diyu, I was approached by someone offering my life in exchange for raising a baby girl to be their host when the time came." Wukong, aghast: "You didn't." Macaque: "I did. I accepted... but I sure as hell am not gonna let them get to her anytime soon. I sniffed out your old master's soul since I knew his power could protect her. Plus I saw him manage to wrangle MK and knew he could handle it." Wukong: "So... what now? Are you just gonna pretend to be a cat for the rest of her life? Or are you going to tell her when this demon comes knocking at the door?" Macaque: "I should ask you something similar. When is MK going to find out his cockatiel is the legendary Monkey King?" Wukong: "We will learn one day soon. Just not right now." Macaque: "You keep telling yourself that. And I'll keep to the tuna if it means the little bug stays safe." Wukong: "Looks like we agree on one thing though." Macaque: "And that is?" Wukong: "We can't stand the thought of anything happening to them." Macaque: "Hmm." *looks away and nods silently*

Note: this convo most definetely occurs on the roof of the restaurant building. Or else Pigsy would be smashing into the conversation with a broom thinking there's burgulars.

Macaque deliberately keeps it quiet on "who" he made the deal with cus he knows Wukong would freak if he knew it was the Bone Demon.

#cicada lily au #lmk aus #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #lmk bai he #lmk lbd's host #lmk #lego monkie kid

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chicxxonaa · 10 months ago

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Hi. This is the first text post I’ve made relating to writing. I wanted to challenge myself to make prompts for my favorite fandoms. So like this is my first one. I’m still an amateur. So I hope you all enjoy and give me good feedback 🙏🏻. (This is JJK related btw)

Content: angst. some fluff lol. this is from Gojo’s perspective. (Will post Geto’s version sometimes today or this week)

I thought of you again today.

And I decided to look for you.

…

I tried looking for your eyes first. Christmas has passed again without you. So I thought the low glow of the festive lights and lanterns could guide me to them.

Your eyes always spoke of something alluding to longing. They’re dark as the ocean at night. When I looked far off into the bay when the moon was nearing its new phase, I thought of how your eyes used to look at me. Stare at me back, like how I stare out into the abyss of the sea. They were black, cold, full of melancholy. Yet when you smiled they would scrunch up and wrinkle your temples.

…

I tried looking for your ears next. When I last saw you, you were still sporting those black gauged earrings that would hang like the ears of Buddha. I always teased you with a statement and in return you’d give me a hard hit in the arm. So I visited shops less known to the public where they did ear piercings. I’d look at their displays and see if anything stuck out. I saw beautiful designs. Black was always your signature color. And I may not be the most fashionable in this area, but you always reminded me of the color of royal blue. The kind of blue you see on pictures of nobles. The kind of blue that shows elegance. I think something like that would make you look like royalty.

…

I then decided to search for your mouth. Your voice. Your lips. Your teeth.

You never were much of a smiler. My jokes would only arouse a boring expression or you rolling your eyes away from me. Always so stoic. Only making slight little smiles when something was interesting. Or when you were trying to smooth talk your way out of trouble with the headmaster. A polite, small, gentle smile.

But when you smiled at me. It was so distinct that I could still draw it a million times in my head.

You would show your top teeth when you smiled at me, followed by a laugh. And what a laugh it was. It was dark and rich like chocolate. Your lips, thin and slightly chapped, stretched to form a marvel on your pale mooned face. It would savor in my mind for days on end. I never wanted such a taste to go away. So I made it my priority to make you laugh and smile as much as I could.

So I searched for that same sweetness in the places I would make you smile the most. The arcade. The little coffee shop with just three small tables. The alley with stairs and rails where I would attempt to glide down without loosing my balance. And in return, you’d join. Finding amusement in my foolishness. What a fool I have become so.

…

I searched for your body and hair. You were always so well kept. You always wore a bun, dark strands slicked back with a few falling to the front of your face. The color was black like raven feathers. You were pale, unblemished, and not a sign of age to your features. Like the glow of the moon above fresh, untouched snow. You weren’t always the best eater. Other than your favorite dish, Mak-guksu, you couldn’t really come around to eating everything and anything I got you. “I can’t get rid of that taste back there.” You’d say. Alluding to your abilities.

So I went looking for you in temples. Where I would see nests of crows circling around me. Death’s messengers. Near the temple, I’d see worshippers come in with white robes that would blend with the snow. With their dim lanterns, the shadows bounced off radiating a warm glow from their holy attire. A pure being, no matter what you did.

…

The last thing I searched for were your hands. Slender, rugged, brittle. Calloused and tender. Your knuckles would go white every time you were writing out a report for class, because you would be so focused you’d forget to let your fingers relax after each pen stroke. Your fingernails were clean, despite the dirty work you’d do. But I loved your hands. I loved the way they’d come close when you passed me something like a dropped pen, a cup of tea. Or that night during the summer solstice, when we would go out to downtown for festivities and we left the group to go find a better spot to watch the fireworks. When we found a small ledge just off the edge of river where the show was beginning, we watched in awe. Smiling, the sound of the whistles that ended with a loud bang as an array of sparks and flames danced in the air.

And that’s when your hands,

your warm hands, crept their way, sliding carefully across the rail bar where the ledge was, temptingly to interlace with my own. Like the call of the siren I couldn’t resist such a moment. It started with our pinkies overlapping, testing the waters. Then it soon became our ring and middle fingers intertwined like stitches. And surely, your hands clasped with mine and for a moment, the world seemed still. I could see from the corner of my lenses that you weren’t looking at the sky anymore. You were looking at me. The hue of bright blues, purples, greens and yellows illuminating such a heavenly sight. You looked at me, like you knew me for a thousand years. You saw me. And I saw all of you. Your hands, skin, hair, ears, mouth, nose and eyes, were all I saw. And they painted the most beautiful of all living things that this earth has given me. And you leaned forward to share the warmth of your love, as I couldn’t hear the sounds of the world, and only the sound of your breath slowly rising as you planted a kiss on my lips. Forever marking me as yours.

…

I searched for the that same warmth that night so long ago on the same ledge, at the same time it all happened.

I place my hand on the cold, snow covered rail bar, to see if you would take it.

But you never did.

I looked forward to see anything of your likeness.

But I saw nothing.

I shut off all thought, muted the outside world as much I could

To hear your sound, a voice, a whisper.

But there was silence.

And in that silence, I only heard the sound of my heart, becoming more numb under the freezing night. I can only hear my breath, visible to the icy air.

…

I searched for you today, Suguru.

I failed, but I’ll try again next time I think of you.

#jujutsu kaisen #satosugu #satosugu angst #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jjk

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ghostsprobably · 1 year ago

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Hello sorry for the inconvenience I just wanted a clarification on your winx au to understand how you place the realms

No inconvenience i'm sorry it took me so long to answer this!!!!!

I've posted the map I made a couple of times but i never really went that in depth about what i did to the places themselves. Well I mean I did but that's in a notebook somewhere and didn't ever actually get posted lmao sorryyyy

Okay so! I'm going to try formatting it as straight forward as I can, but it's still gonna be long as hell. Also there's some things I can't quite remember so I'll come back and update this when I find them in that notebook

Earth - Regular Earth where we live

Magix - The name of the planet where everyone that isn't from earth lives; It is very similar to earth in every way other than having magic; I might have people from this planet be called magicians, alongside people from earth being called earthlings.

COUNTRIES

Solaria - One of the major world super powers of Magix. A massive kingdom with happy citizens and generally good quality of life. Capital is Soletres which sits along the coastline of a massive bay, the capital city is surrounded by desert as you leave the coast. The south most shore is quite marshy and the northern most border is mountains, with lots of different kinds of terrain in between. Though King Radius and Former Queen Luna divorced many years ago, Luna is still a prominent figure in politics. Princess Stella is a beloved icon of her people.

Eraklyon - Another major super power. Shares some of its western border with Solaria and extends east to the coast. A very mountainous country, with some areas of plains to the south. Capital is ________. Quite a different vibe from Solaria, Eraklyon is heavily militarized with a sizable class divide. Much of the country lives in poverty. King Erendor and Queen Samara are proud, stubborn rulers (and parents). Prince Sky is largely a mystery to the public.

Andros - Though not quite as enormous as the last two, still quite a powerful kingdom as they are rich in resources. Also in control of Lightrock Penitentiary, a highly secure prison on an small island to the north. The main island of Andros was created by a massive, now extinct volcano. The bowl is now an enormous lake that is connected to the ocean via giant rivers and canals, this is where the capital city, _________, is located. Andros is a semi aquatic kingdom, a merge of two civilizations that were once at war, and as such there is a secondary royal family that resides off the coast of the main island. They are secondary in power to the main royal family, comprised of King Neptune, Queen Ligea, and Princess Aisha.

Dominoe - By the time of our story, this kingdom has long since fallen. All that remains of this once flourishing nation is abandoned ruins nestled in the snowy mountains north of Eraklyon. After the fall of Dominoe, Eraklyon actually tried to take over it's territory, but found the landscape to be far too harsh to settle. The captial city of Sparks is now a ghost town, or is it?

CITIES

Linphea - A very small city in the forests of Solaria. Populated by both civilians and acolytes as this city is the location of the Sacred Garden of the Mother Dragon. It is said to be where she first landed on Magix and is a holy site full of secrets.

Melody - A destination city in the south of Solaria. A cultural hub filled to the brim with tourists. This bustling city is always buzzing with passion, and it's where Musa's parents met and she was born.

Zenith - A densely packed city in the north west of Eraklyon, just within its border with Alfea and close to Red Fountain. This city is a hot spot for tech and engineering. Despite being a bustling city that never sleeps, this is ironically one of the more socially relaxed parts of Eraklyon, and people are a lot more welcoming here than other parts of the country.

Dyamond - This is a spoiler!

Gardenia - Bloom's hometown on earth, now located just outside of New York City because that's the area I'm familiar with and that'll make it a lot easier for me to write for.

OTHER

Alfea - Elite fairy College north of Linphea, near the Solarian border with Eraklyon but on the Solarian side.

Cloud Tower - College for witches just north of Solaria's border in a small country I don't have a name for yet, and to the west of Alfea. One of the few schools for witches across Magix, allegedly where the practice was founded.

Red Fountain - Military academy to the east of Alfea, past the border into Eraklyon.

Lightrock Penitentiary - a highly secure prison on an small island to the north of the main island of Andros

Light Hope Monastery - Home to peaceful monks who tend to the island on which Lightrock Penitentiary is located. Sometimes prisoners with excellent behavior can be granted a sort of parole and allowed to live amongst the monks. It is also kind of like rehab.

Omega Penitentiary - the most brutal prison in all of magix, where the worst magical offenders of all time are kept in crystalline prisons designed by the Great Dragon herself.

I think that's just about everything I've cooked up so far!!

#winx club #winx #winx rewrite #winx redesign #winx au #asks #text #winx lore

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remembertheplunge · 6 months ago

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They talk earth quake there

12/30/1989

I drove to the sun.. Its warmth pervaded my soul. My warmth reached out and joined it. We both glowed through cool grey mists and the electric blue blanket sky. And, the beacon of December 31 guided us home through the holy terror black cold blanket and I am home and I am alive.

They talk Earthquake there.

The 880 still shoots off in double fisted fashion into the cool air like some saddened amputee.

“My best friend’s boss would have been free of the upper freeway in 3 seconds" said Richard at the Twin Peaks Bar. “His was the silver car that they showed on TV…” Free flashlights were given out on the Castro. The Castro came through the earth quake alright. “It’s built on a rock.” “We saw a plume of smoke coming up from the Marina like a bomb had gone off” The Marina is built on landfill from ruins of the 1906 quake.

People are scared.

The City was quiet. Calendar pages littered Market Street and Montgomery. I gathered up a few, including 2 from October 17. Bart on the way back was the most crowded ever. I wore my SCAP T shirt openly. I got weird looks.

1990 rang across bar walls and radio speakers. You’d think ’89 had been gone for months. “Get out of the damed past” said one radio DJ.

Oh, we Americans. Always living 10 paces ahead of our position.

There is so much sweet uniqueness sitting here on the brink.

I enjoyed slipping my ladle into the bucket of swirling days and confetti and lifting out choice fresh deep blue green memories who splashed and gurgled on my face and down my parched mind throat.

With the decade goes so much. I just wanted to sit in the parlor with them all one more time. The dear sweet fog enshrouds and encloses us tonight. It keeps our meeting place safe. Keeps it protected. Sweet, soft , gentle, touch, kiss of the now.

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Notes 6/6/2024

In the above entry I am describing my drive from the California central valley where I lived to San Fransisco and the Castro District on December 30, 1989. It must have been foggy in the valley and sunny in the Bay Area. There had been a 7.1 earth quake in the Bay Area on October 17, 1989. It was called the Loma Prieta Quake.

It caused a large section of the upper level of the 880 freeway in Oakland to collapse into the bottom section, crushing the silver car mentioned in the entry. The Marina District was heavily damaged, but, the Castro came through ok because it was built on “a rock”.

A tradition in San Fransisco was, and may still be , to. drop pages from the years calendar out of the building windows around New Years.

I wore my Stanislaus County Aids Project T shirt on Bart. (I was a volunteer with the project. We supportd people with Aids through their illness and death). BART is and was then Bay Area Rapid Transit. You could see the collapsed 880 freeway from the Bart train.

The Twin Peaks is and was then a gay bar located at Market and Castro Street, San Fransisco.

#Twin Peaks Bar San Fransisco #Loma Prieta Quake #880 freeway collapse #New Years 1989 #The passing of a decade #journaling #writing #Working through shock #fear and grief after a major earth quake #12/30/1989

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a-god-in-ruins-rises · 7 months ago

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look i'm all about building more hosing -- and i've long said that the bay area should be consolidated into a single greater san francisco -- but this place is one of the most naturally beautiful places in the country and i'm not keen on bulldozing it all and turning it into manhattan.

part of the reason why i support increased housing density is to /reduce/ a city's sprawl.

sf, san jose, and oakland should all build more densely. but marin county? sonoma? napa? holy shit these places are so beautiful and they should remain sparsely populated forever. san mateo should build more on the bay side but not on the coastal side.

maybe we allow sausalito to turn into a little monaco?

but seriously, any time i see one of these people who is like "why don't we turn this natural beauty into manhattan" it turns me back into a nimby so fast.

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slocumjoe · 2 years ago

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Companions react to the Scorched Plague

Ada; Sent on supply and scavenging runs, gets what's needed and takes it where it needs to go. When she's not doing that, joins hunting parties and gets deep in the fray. She can't get infected—the squishy humans can. Ada is joined by Codsworth pretty frequently. At the end of it, keeps a Scorched Beast tooth in her home (whatever it may be) as a souvenir.

Cait; One of the first to join the Scorched Beast hunting parties. She recognizes a 'all hands on deck' situation when she sees it. And when the usual monsters of the waste give way to crystallized husks, working as one mind hell-bent on destruction? Fuck it. If it takes her out, she'll have taken out far more. Danse gives her a sweet suit of Power Armor and she wears out the knuckle joints a lot. Why shoot when you can punch, right?

Curie; You can't pull her away from her labs, her medical bays. Curie works herself to the bone and then some, trying to find a cure, a prevention, anything. She still ends up having to restock her ammo, when her patients or test subjects succumb and have to be put down. It's the hardest thing Curie has ever gone through. She doesn't come out the same person.

Codsworth; Bounces many different jobs. Ferries supplies, tends to the wounded and sick, feeds the civilians...he's a nervous wreck, but determined. He's often sent into infection hotzones with other robots, who can't get infected. Ada and him make a good duo, together. If only the decontamination process didn't rust him so badly...

Danse; On the outside, he's in Paladin mode. Barking orders, leading hunting parties, rarely does Danse stop firing at something. But internally, holy shit, this man is terrified. The Brotherhood is familiar with this plague, but if they couldn't stop it before, how could they now? He's the first to give an inspirational, do-or-die speech, and the last person to believe it. Makes Power Armor for anyone who'll join the cause. Ends up really bonding with Cait and X6-88 over the duration of the epidemic.

Deacon; keeps an eye on the wandering packs, the trails he finds of the Beasts, and points the hunting parties at them. The Railroad, for once, joins the fray. Instead of moving just synths, they move everyone into safe areas. He's not as nervous as other people; he can't be. Panic isn't going to keep people safe. Deacon stops cutting and dying his hair, pretending to be someone else. Staring at the Scorched, watching their individuality melt away into one mindless, all-thinking husk...you learn to value who you are. Even if you don't always like yourself, at least you are yourself.

Dogmeat; is trained to sniff out the plague, both in people yet to be taken over, and the hordes of Scorched. Dogmeat gets passed around to whoever needs his nose—Deacon takes him for tracking the Beasts, Curie has him find infected, Preston has him herd the Scorched into a nice, easy place for Artillery to rain down on. When all is said and done, is fed the highest quality meats while he catches up on his naps.

Gage; Bye, fuckers! He grabs as much as he can, finds a nice, cozy little bunker somewhere, and happily plans the rest of his life there. Starts gardening, like a Minuteman nerd. It's open season if someone opens the door. If the world ends a second time, Gage will watch it with bottle-cap sunglasses, and a glass of home-brewed mutfruit wine in hand. Will have a crisis over how much he likes the simple, quiet farming life. Has to get dragged kicking and screaming to leave his bunker, convinced there'll be a second wave or something.

Hancock; Debates leaving Goodneighbor. Loves his town, but they're not the kind of folks to...y'know. Quarantine, practice safe sex, not get into weird substances they find...he sticks by them though. Everyone gets armor and masks to cover up, keep the plague off them. There's a strict curfew, neighborhood watch delivers supplies to each building. Hancock has Kent work with Piper, keep the airwaves pumping out information and news as it comes. Hancock himself works with MacCready. Keeps off the chems to not dull his senses. Has a giant, week long party in Goodneighbor afterwards.

MacCready; Helps Goodneighbor get supplies in. Travels exclusively by rooftop if he can help it. Daisy sets him up with a long-distance radio so he can get word to Kent, Travis Miles in DC, and the Minutemen ASAP. A very valuable agent in the mess. Hancock watches his back as he scopes out the hordes and picks them off. Duncan draws pictures of his dad shooting down Scorched Beasts; they stay on the fridge long after the Plague is dealt with.

Nick; Travels with Piper as she investigates and reports the movement of the plague. Since he's immune, he ventures into the hotbeds of the plague, where Piper would get infected. Nick takes note of the appearance of individual Scorched, hoping to tell their worried loved ones what became of them. He leaves pamphlets of these descriptions at the agency, printed in the Publick Occurances alongside the news. Once the dust settles, burns all of his clothes; can't risk them being contaminated. Diamond City gets him a nice new trench coat as thanks for everything.

Old Longfellow; Takes point at settlements and safe zones. Whenever he's posted, not a single Scorched get within a mile of the area and leaves it alive. They start piling up at some point. He shoots down a Scorched Beast all on his own and bars everywhere are doomed to hear it echoed throughout eternity. Old Longfellow ends up teaching Minutemen rookies some tricks while on guard duty with them. Gets yelled at for giving them booze.

Piper; Chases the hordes, the infection zones, the Beasts, and stops only to write the info and news. She teams with the radio hosts of the Commonwealth, Travis and Kent Connolly, to deliver immediate warnings. The Brotherhood, Railroad, Minutemen—Piper is their top source of information. She could never truly fathom how important her work is, and how many people it saved. After the plague, she writes a book about the experience.

Preston; It is difficult to describe how hard this man works. He's giving rationing orders to a settlement while in a firefight across the state. He's making decisions about an assault ten different assaults away while hitting Beasts out of the air with Artillery. He's like a workaholic octopus. It's kind of incredible. Consumes only coffee and whatever someone else can shove in his face while he uses his hands for something else. The General has to chase him down and tranq him so he sleeps. Like Curie, fundamentally changed. Loses all of his hinges through it all.

X6-88; The plague effects Gen3 synths, so he has to don full-coverage armor and forgo his sunglasses. Deeply upset by this. Coursers, once rare to see and rarer to survive, are everywhere hunting the Beasts. X6-88 gives Institute info to Piper when he can get away with it. He hates the wasteland already—he doesn't want it getting worse. At least the topside scum aren't possessed by weird zombie bats. X6 joins Danse's teams, brings Curie samples, and when all is over, breaks into Gage's bunker and drags him out to rejoin society, as per the Sole Survivor's orders.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #piper wright #x6-88 #robert joseph maccready #hancock #companions react #porter gage #old longfellow #i have never traveled with the dlc companions bc i dont have the dlc lol #but. you cant tell me gage wouldn't gtfo of dodge #this is probably ooc but were just bein silly at 11 25 pm #this is tonally all over the fuckin place

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scotianostra · 8 months ago

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April 15th 1924 saw the birth of Rikki Fulton.

Robert Kerr “Rikki” Fulton was a Scottish comedian and actor best remembered for writing and performing in the long-running BBC Scotland sketch show, Scotch and Wry.

The youngest of three brothers, Robert was born into a non-theatrical family at 46 Appin Road, Dennistoun, Glasgow. Fulton completed his education in 1939 and decided to enter the world of acting after a backstage visit at the Glasgow Pavilion Theatre.In 1941, aged 17, Fulton joined the Royal Navy. The following year he was posted to HMS Ibis, but that November the ship was sunk in the Bay of Algiers. Fulton spent five hours in the water before being rescueHe later joined the Coastal Forces for D-Day, travelling back and forth between Gosport and Arromanches with vital supplies. In 1945, four years after signing up, Fulton was invalided out of the Navy due to blackout, leaving with the rank of sub-lieutenant

In the early 1950s, Fulton moved to London and became the compère of The Show Band Show, working alongside the likes of singer Frank Sinatra.

After a short period, Fulton returned to Scotland to perform for Howard & Wyndham Ltd inn pantomime from 1956 at the Alhambra Theatre, Glasgow with Jimmy Logan and Kenneth McKellar followed by the “Five Past Eight” summer revues with Stanley Baxter and Fay Lenore. In 1985, under the pseudonym “Rabaith”, Fulton, along with Denise Coffey, adapted the French playwright Molière’s, Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme as A Wee Touch o’ Class.

Alongside his Scotch and Wry co-stars Gregor Fisher and Tony Roper, Fulton made two appearances in Rab C. Nesbitt; once in 1988 and 10 years later in 1998. Although he would reprise his famous Rev I.M Jolly character one last time for a short skit on New Year’s Eve 1999 as part of the “Millennium” celebrations. Rikki’s early shows include,The Rikki Fulton Show The Five past eight, The Adventures of Francie and Josie but he also acted in various shows like Charles Esquire , Square Mile of Murder, It Ain’t Half Hot Mum, Bergerac, Local Hero, Gorky Park, Comfort and Joy, The Holy City, The Girl in the Picture, Supergran and the aforementioned Rab C. Nesbitt. Notable Characters Scotch and Wry Supercop a frequently dimwitted traffic cop who rides a motorbike, his trademark is how he removes his goggles (pings off and flies off camera), is often getting into more trouble than those he stops.

Rev. I.M Jolly a very downtrodden and pessimistic minister of the Church of Scotland, presents a fictional show “Last Call” where he has a heart to heart with the audience where he tells them what he has been up to that week. his tone is always low-key and down beat.

Dickie Dandruff owner of “The Fourways Café” also goes by the moniker “The Gallowgate Gourmet” and presents a cooking segment called “Dirty Dick’s Delicat'messen” where he prepares food in comedic style from his filthy café kitchen in the Gallowgate area of Glasgow.

Fulton’s death sparked numerous dedications in his memory. The then-BBC Scotland Controller, John McCormick, said “he [Fulton] was a legend for people across the whole country.”

Fulton’s funeral took place six days after his death. In tribute to his Scotch and Wry character Supercop (a police traffic officer), police motorcyclists escorted the funeral cortège as it made its way to Clydebank Crematorium. The Reverend Alastair Symington, who was a close friend of Fulton, led the service, which featured tributes from Fulton’s widow Kate Matheson and Tony Roper.

Symington had previously collaborated with Fulton on the book, For God’s Sake, Ask!. Both Rikki and his Kate were strong supporters of the Scottish SPCA, which received a financial donation following Fulton’s funeral. A Scottish SPCA inspector represented the animal welfare organisation at the service.

Fulton's funeral took place six days after his death. In tribute to his Scotch and Wry character Supercop (a police traffic officer), police motorcyclists escorted the funeral cortège as it made its way to Clydebank Crematorium.

#scotland #scottish #history #comedian #entertainer #actor

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ichor-for-the-incubus · 2 years ago

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Corruption || Part 1

Basically a story written in first person. Highly inspired by alter-humanity stuff related to perceiving myself as an incubus. But hey perhaps others will find interest in this as well. Additionally writing is always a nice way to get out some... interesting feelings. I'm starting this at a more suggestive area and slowly going to let the story spiral out into being incredibly sexual and depraved.

Side note: The genitalia of the MC will change on and off in this in a sorta mind-fuckey way based on him being an incubus and is done by the narrator on purpose. It's kinda similar to if a trans guy were to put on/take off a prosthetic but more so done with magic. This will be a thing that remains the same throughout the entirety of the series. Default and when topping he typically will have a dick. For bottoming (still domming) he has bottom growth and a cunt.

Content Warning: Religious speech, corruption, face fucking/blow-job, power bottom, degradation, primal predator/prey language,

I want to corrupt a young priest- a man who just swore himself to god and came out of Seminary. A kind and devout pastor, who has yet to be taken and coerced by lust and gluttony for power in his position of the head of a congregation. It is only right and just for me as an incubus to corrupt him in the most pleasurable and freeing way. He would not know it, but I would be saving him from an even worse fate- the hands of a callous and controlling god wrapped around his throat. I mourn for all the souls who would never get a taste of true euphoria. But he… he still has a chance, and perhaps he could take his congregation with him, if luck so allows. He's far too trusting, too kind, too open to the ideas of others. If it weren't me, someone else would get to him first.

Upon entering the church one faithful night I found myself walking up to his side. As much as one may hope their holy structures may keep the demons at bay- the sins of those before them have tainted the buildings purity, there are no seals unbroken. I can keep the form of a human well, I dressed myself up and put on a desperate, lost look. I was battling through horrific times and experiences, I was dealing with so many sinful thoughts and found it hard to keep myself from indulgence. I told him I had turned away from God in a foolish bout of teenage rebellion some years ago, and now had come to find how empty and lost I was without him. The lies came with great ease- the same lies I had spoken since my birth. The false allegiance to a being I held nothing but contempt towards.

He listens to my sorry tale, he comforts me and asks me if I have a place to go, and I tell him with no uncertainty that I no longer have anyone there for me or anything of my own. I am alone in this cold desolate world due to my own foolishness and vanity. "Worry not child, I will give you aid, you will be cared for and given a place to stay, however small it may be," his words do not fall on deaf ears. "First I must make sure of something for the sake of your own comfort, my child. The only place we do have that you may be able to stay until you get on your feet is one of the rooms in my home. My house is within the grounds of the church and as such is open to those such as yourself- you need not pay any rent to stay and I will not by any means go into your space without permission or reason," he explained, taking a step back. He seemed pleased when I nodded my head in acceptance of his proposition.

"Thank you father! Surely there is something I can do to make up for your generosity, some way I can service the lord for moving me to come and speak with you when I'm in such a sorry state myself," I swooned, looking to the pastor. I dared not let him see my eyes trail to where I could see the faint outlines of his figure. I had to be patient, it takes time for a hunter to catch their prey. I would be given no satisfaction if he didn't come begging for my body himself.

"I suppose there is one thing you could help me with for the time being," the beautiful man walked over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He had not an ounce of awareness of what creature he was entertaining. I looked over to him, my eyes widening with faux hope.

"What is it father? I would do anything if it would make things easier for you, I dare not impede upon you more than I ought to," my words were sincere. I did truly plan to carry out any task he were to assign me. There would always be ways to get closer to him if I were given such tasks.

"I need to finish up tidying the area, the evening service ended a few hours ago and all the staff have gone home. I typically clean this old building myself, I don't want to burden others but, since you have insisted on wanting to aid me, I don't see why I should deny you," he lead me to a backroom and guided me through the basics of how to start cleaning up the tables and pews- his church was open to many people, and the sick were by no means rejected. It was vital to clean the space to make sure it would continue to be safe for others. I listened carefully and did my best after he left my side to begin. I grabbed a bucket out from under a sink and filled it with soapy water, making my way back into the main room. Soon I was washing the pews, my eyes flicking over temporarlity to the young priest as he left to yet another back room. Soon he was by my side, cleaning not far away from me as well. His robe had been removed, likely so that he would be able to perform his duties with far more ease. He never noticed the way I dressed him down with my sinful eyes. His ass was so perfectly shaped and his pants by no means hid it. His shirt though modest gave me far more than when he wore that unmanageable thing.

I went back to my work, but as I turned a corner behind another row of pews I "accidentally" fell, the water in the bucket soaking through my thin clothes and causing me to slip onto the floor. The father, ever so diligent, made his way over to me. I could sense the heat rise to his face as he noticed what had happened. The clothes that had previously hid everything so well now were sheer. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to cause such a mess," I scrambled to pick up the bucket, desperately trying to wipe up the water with my rag.

"Be still my child," he helped me back to my feet. "There are towels in the back, but it seems from what you have told me, there is not much in the way of clothes for you… as I said my home is on the grounds. I can lend you some clothes though they may not fit properly."

"You are far too kind, Father," I smiled softly. He showed me where the towels were and led me out of the building with him after he had cleaned up my spill. He led me to his home and showed me the room in which I would be staying- luckily it had its own bathroom as well.

"I'll leave you some clothes for when you get back out of the shower as well, I don't think it could be too comfortable to have that all on your skin," he sighed softly. I nodded, taking off my shirt and unbuckling my belt. He looked taken aback.

"Oh come on Father, you have no need to worry, we are both men after-all. Here it will be better if you take my clothes to put them in the wash rather than me leaving them on your floor to ruin it," I spoke softly, a false innocence put him at ease. I stripped fully and handed him my old clothes taking the towel around me and heading to the bathroom. He was so pure… so beautifully naïve, and yet I could tell he looked at my dick just as much as he did my ass when I turned my back. I wanted to take him and make him know what I knew. My plans had begun… and I already had a good roadmap for tonight. Soon, I will meet him in his dreams.

/////// NIGHT ///////

He was back at the church, cleaning dutifully as usual when he heard the clatter and unpleasant thud and metallic clang. The young priest turned to the source of the noise, seeing me drenched in the soapy water that had overturned. I shook my head, my discomfort evident on my face. "Ugh I can't stand when things get sopping wet like this…" I mumbled to myself. I slowly peeled off the thin clothes that stuck to my skin. The priest paused, his face flushing even more than it had in reality. But this was his dream, his mind, and a part of him knew it wasn't fully real. He didn't stop me as I stripped myself entirely, shuddering as if I were cold. "Father, I apologize for making a mess of things…" I trailed off, slowly steadying myself to my feet. My body was on full display for him, there was no way to hide anything whatsoever. But this was a dream in his eyes, and it would be made into his desire. He saw me as innocent and not as I was, so I showed no signs of awareness of how inappropriate my state was.

"Ah… you," he paused, struggling to gather his bearings. I walked over to him and clung to his body, shuddering as I did so. Of course it made sense I was cold, and it was by no means a strange thing to him either. "Oh, you're shaking," he put a hand on my shoulder and I soon felt another hands on my back steadying me. It was the perfect opportunity. I looked up to him, my eyes filled with a look of that of prey.

"I'm sorry father, I didn't mean to…I really didn't," I pressed my soft body against his. I feigned trying to absorb his warmth and in the process soon felt something pressing hard against my stomach. "Oh… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to cause you so many problems," I frowned. "It's my own fault for tempting you, I should have considered what my foolish behavior would cause."

"No, it's not your fault child, bodies react to things in strange ways," he shook his head, stroking my hair. I could feel his heart thundering in his chest. Such a innocent man…

"No, Father, it is my fault, it's only right I make things better," I slid to my knees on the ground, making quick work with my hands to undo his belt. He flushed again, about to stop me, but he was still somewhat aware it was a dream. Certainly it wouldn't hurt for him to let it happen. After all, he hadn't made me, it wasn't his own sin. But that was just the excuse he made to himself as my hand wrapped around his shaft and his pants and boxers had fallen to the floor. I slowly brought my head down, softly pressing my tongue against his tip and teasing him.

"If you so insist..." His breath hitched as he tried not to force himself into my mouth, a clear look of desperation on his face. I slowly took him into my mouth, being careful not to let my teeth touch him, my tongue dancing on his throbbing sheath. The taste of him filled my mouth and the lust that came from his body filled my hunger. I continued my work, slowly taking him further into my mouth, pressing my head down on his length before pulling back until my tongue was back to teasing his tip. He became more and more desperate. I looked up at him, tempting him to force me down on his cock and face fuck me. He seemed to be holding back for now. I went back to sucking him off, this time deepthroating him as I felt him get closer and closer. I moved a hand down to the floor to steady myself and massaged his balls with my free hand. Soon I pulled my mouth off of his cock again with a pop, pausing to catch my breath. I returned to worshipping his cock, dragging my tongue up his length and teasing him more. Soon he looked barely able to hold himself back and as I slowly took him into my mouth and started to bob my head again, he slammed my head down all the way, unable to stop himself from fucking my mouth for the last stretch of time before he came down my throat. I shuddered, my own need clear in my own body. I swallowed his seed, shuddering again as he finally let go of my head and I was able to pull away. "I'm sorry," he let out in in airy breath. "I don't know what came over me, I was far too forceful to you."

"I don't mind it... but... I'm sorry I'm far too embarrassed to admit it..." I trailed off. My feigned ignorance came back and I slowly stood up, his eyes fell on my body. My throbbing clit-dick and dripping cunt were enough to make my need clear.

"I see, I apologize I should have considered things further," he frowned. I nodded, walking over to one of the pews and bending over it, stretching my cunt open and glancing back at him, shuddering.

"Please.... sir, I need you to help me, I can't stand being so empty when you're so able to make me full~" I mumbled. "And it may help you more, it's only fair I let you use me for being so insolent." I could tell his ability to hold back was diminishing. And my body was far too tempting for him. Yet he seemed not to be willing to go as far as he could. I shuddered as I felt is hand slide between me, his clumsy fingers brushing against my clit. "Am I not appealing enough for you? Or are you embarrassed by how poor you are with your hands and body?" I teased. I could sense how frustrated he was, how much he was struggling to decide how much further he would allow things to go... even in his dreams. He pressed a finger into me, slowly feeling around. He clearly had no experience, his awkwardness was pathetic. But I would play along, he wasn't ready for me to take control and use him as I wished.

"You're tempting me... so much, but I cannot give in... I was wrong to want to take advantage of you as much as I have already," and yet he was pressing another finger into me, and even with his clumsiness, I couldn't deny the pleasure it gave. His other hand went to my clit, and he seemed to be far better in his treatment of that. He pushed back the skin and rubbed my tip, causing me to let out a soft moan.

"You're doing so good~ Won't you play with me a little more, defile me the way you seemed to wish? You already turned me away from god to worship you, it's only fair you do the same," my words fell on deaf ears. His stroke both inside of my cunt and on the tip of my clit were painfully slow and drawn out. Before I could ever reach my end he had pulled away and wiped his hands on his own clothes, seeming to gather his bearings.

"This is wrong... I truly have sinned," as he spoke those words I found myself back in my bed, cast out of his dream. I knew it would be only a short time before he would awake.

I made my way out of my room, and passed to his own. He would not be able to know I was there, I knew well how to conceal myself. He awoke in his bed and looked down at his hands before laying his head in them.

"How could I let my lust so consume me..." he murmured to himself. He let his hands fall before he clasped them together and broke into a prayer- begging that his god may forgive how much he had desired to have me service him and show myself off that he had seen it in a dream. How shameful it was that he saw me with a cunt out of his desire to breed the effeminate man who had came into his care. He had no idea I was truly the one at fault, and he never had to know either.

He was already beginning to fall from grace, and I had barely entered his life. Perhaps he had been more sinful from the start, or weaker to the whims of his own lust than men I had corrupted before. I made my way back to my own room and to the bathroom. I was far too hard and worked up to think.

I was still filled with a desperate need to get off. He had no way to know his struggle was what brought me to my own orgasm in his home. I came to the idea of what he may become in the final stages. I wanted to ruin him and make myself his new god, and nothing would get in my way. This was only the beginning.

#mlm nsft #nblm nsft #ftm nsft #nsft ftm #corruption kink #nsft story #long post #priest kink #incub.s

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