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kyokimidori · 5 months ago

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I motion to continue the untitled love triangle. 📐 I am also prepared to disregard decorum and second my own motion.

Hello Lovely. You know i'd write anything for you. Here is the next installment of Twisted Bonds. Hopefully you enjoy it.

~Kyoki

Life was confusing. One minute you are fighting for your kife, the next you are hit by a curse directly from the dark lord and find yourself 50 years in the past with a budding dark lord. Life was crazy.

She remembered it all like it was yesterday.

Could still smell the burning flesh, could still feel the fear and determination to stop the dark lord. She remembered fighting for her life after harry fell in battle, remembered locking eyes with Voldemort himself,

His red eyes had flashed with recognition, a fact that Hermione missed in the moment, He had attacked her then, and she dared to fight back, dared to hold her own against the monster before her. And then she had been attacked by Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman managing to hit her from behind, knocking the bushy haired girl off balance, causing her to fall forward.

She caught herself, rolling over and bouncing up, wand at the ready but it was too late. Voldemort stood before her, towering over her small frame, making him really seem like a monster from her darkest nightmares.

She locked eyes with him, holding her chin high, knowing this was the end. She would meet her fate, just like Harry did, in defiance.

She felt the curse before she comprehended his words, collapsing to the ground. It felt as if razor blade flowed through her very body, slicing her to death from the inside. She knew this curse quite well, having been under its nasty spell before.

She wasn’t sure how long the cruciatus curse lasted, though it felt like an eternity. Then it was gone and she was left gasping for air, tears flowing freely down her face. She could feel her voice was hoarse, and though she didn’t remember screaming from the pain, she must have.

Voldemort bent in front of her, pulling her chin up so that their eyes locked again, brown meeting red.

“That is for everything you put me though Hermione” he said as he raised his wand, pointing it at her, “Stand” he commanded as he himself straightened up.

Hermione struggled to get her limbs to cooperate, but eventually she manage to stand, legs shaky. Still, she held her wand up defiantly, ready to fight for her life once again. It elicited a laugh from Voldemort. It startled her so much, hearing that laugh that she hesitated, reacting too late.

It was a silent spell that erupted from the end of the elder wand, the magic flying towards her in a burst of bright blue.

Not the sickly green she had been expecting.

Confusion filled her, even as the spell hit her, for she expected death, welcomed it even for she didn’t want to live in this twisted corrupted world.

The dark lord wasn’t so kind as to grant her her wish. The spell hit her in the chest, right where the time turner that she had on at all times was. To her surprise the spell didn;t harm her, but it did make the time turner start to turn on its own, glowing blue.

She tried to jerk it from her neck, terrified as to what was happening, but she was too late. The world started to spin around her. She looked back at Voldemort, for the last time, seeing a triumphant smile on his face.

It seemed as if the world spun around her forever, but then, just as suddenly as it started it stopped.

Hermione stood up at the castle in front of her, confusion filling her as she realized the building wasn’t on fire any longer, that there were no students and teachers fighting grown men and women in a war forced upon them.

No, here, everything was peaceful, quiet.

Ideally she wondered if she had actually died, if she was in a version of the afterlife.

It was a voice that snapped her from her revere, she didn’t recognize the voice or the handsome boy that it belonged to. Yet something about the boy made her brain itch.

“Are you alright?” the boy had asked, his voice showing his concern for her, “You look as if you have been attacked.”

Hermione had stared at him blankly, trying to place him, trying to place what exactly was going on. What had Voldemort done to her?

“I have been” she finally answered, looking down at her clothes, noticing how she must look to them, hagrid and muddy, her hair a mess, clothes ripped and tattered from days of being on the run, of the fight that ensued once Voldemort had caught up with her, determined to see her dead like her friends before her.

“You’re safe now” the boy said, and Hermione felt herself relax slightly, believing his words wholeheartedly. She watched as the boy turned to his friend, who was hidden in the shadows. Whatever was said, the other boy left towards the castle, but not before Hermione saw the boys blonde hair, recognition filling her “Draco?” she asked softy, though neither boy could hear her.

The handsome one had turned back to her now and was asking her something but she couldn’t concentrate on the words. The world started to spin again, and this time it wasn't because of the time turner.

She felt herself slipping into the darkness even as she collapsed to the ground. The last thing she saw was the boys concerned face before she lost consciousness.

It had been the next day that she had learned the identity of that handsome boy, and had realized she had gone back 50 years in the past. It was disturbing on many levels, especially since she was stuck here. The time turner did not move time forward, and whatever spell Voldeort had cast upon it had shattered the glass, blue sand leaking everywhere. No, she learned very quickly that she was stuck here.

The only person she told where she really came from was Dumbledore, afraid to disrupt the timeline by saying she was from the future to anyone else.

It was Dumbledore that helped her with a backstory, taking from her own experiences, but replacing voldemort and his death eaters with the dark wizard of the time, Grindelwald.

Still, she had messed up in the infirmary that day, had murmured about 50 years having passed, having not shaken Tom Riddle’s hand.

She had just made him interested in her and the last thing she wanted was his attention.

Yet, she got his attention.

She avoided him at every turn that she could, not wanting him to see his future, terrified at how it would change the timeline.

No, she doubted showing him the monster he had become would deter him from the path. There were two ways that she could think of that she could influence the budding dark lord. By either giving in and talking to him, growing close to him, or by influencing one of his most trusted minions.

That was what brought her to Abraxas. The boy had seemed as interested as his lord about her, had managed to somehow be paired with her on every project they were assigned. At first it had been frustrating, but she saw how it seemed to upset Riddle. It was one day that Abraxas had broken the silence between them, asking who Draco was. A part of her wanted to tell him that it was his grandson, but she kept that information to herself, explaining it away as her school bully, that he and all her friends had perished at the hands of Grindelwald. If he didn’t believe her story, he never called her out on it.

Months passed like that, the two of them growing a bond she hadn’t counted on, not really. She knew that she had to get close to him in order to use him for her goals, but she never counted on caring for the boy. He was supposed to be a bigot, yet he never once asked her blood status. He was intelligent and to her he was kind. So it wasn't long before she was touching him, keeping her hand on his arm, or squeezing hand, Soft innocent touches to tell him seh was interested in him. He did not seem to notice, but Tom had. She could practically feel his anger as she touched his most loyal follower. Abraxas seemingly not noticing it,

Hermione was tired of being ignored, so she snuck out of hogsmeade, going up the path towards the castle and spotting a tree that would work for what she needed. With her magic she forced mistletoe to grow before she went back to the castle, It was the next day that she had asked Abraxas to go to Hogsmeade with her, had been relieved when he had agreed. They walked to hogsmeade together, stopping under the tree with the mistletoe. Abraxas didn’t seem to see the mistletoe, but he didn’t make a move. Didn’t lean down to kiss her, nothing of the sort.

So she did the only thing she could think of, she leaned up and kissed him. To her horror he didn;t kiss her back, she pulled away feeling rather self conscious. She had sworn that he had felt something between them. Had she been wrong? Too cocky?

“I'm sorry, I just…” Hermione started but Abraxas cut her off, leaning down and kissing her gently, making Hermione melt into the kiss. It felt good, unlike kissing ron or viktor. He knew what he was doing but was gentle with her, sweet even. She sighed into the kiss, only pulling away when she heard the crunching of snow beneath feet. She looked over to see who it was, Only to scowl at the boy who had interrupted them.

Tension filled the air, Abraxas stiff beside him. It seemed as if they were having a private conversation, though she knew that couldn’t be true. Finally she broke the silence, addressing him for the first time since that first day.

“Alright tom?” she had asked

“I’m fine” he had replied watching them both, as if trying to figure something out.

“Good, we’ll see you later then” she had replied, entangling her fingers with Abraxas’s keenly aware that Tom watched the gesture, his face an angelic mask of calm. Hermione decided that it was best to leave, gently she pulled Abraxas back towards the castle, deciding it was best to get back then to go to hogsmede where tom was headed.

She started past Tom, only for Abraxas to be pulled to a stop by Tom.

“I’ll see you tonight” Tom had said.

Hermione frowned, seeing the way Abraxas’s eyes widened ever so slightly “He has plans tonight, we are studying together in the library until curfew” She had informed him.

She then dragged Abraxas away, feeling Tom’s eyes on her back.

The next few days had gone by without a hitch. She and Abraxas spent as much time as possible together, often meeting early in the morning and spending the day together, only parting well into the evening.

Today was the one day that she had been unable to spend time with Abraxas, having to speak with Dumbledore, the only person who knew her secret.

They had agreed to spend the afternoon together, which left the rest of her morning free. Going through her memories she had decided to go to the room of requirement, to the room where students throughout the centuries had hidden things. Draco had used a cabinet in there to sneak in the Death Eaters in their 6th year. If she destroyed it, Dumbledore wouldn’t die and they might stand a chance against the dark lord.

She walked down the hall, pacing in front of the same spot, thinking of what she needed before the door opened for her. She didn't hesitate, opening the door and walking inside. She had never been in this room before, though Harry had described it to her before he passed away.

He definitely undersold it. The room was huge, a maze of things jumbled up in piles all around her. It was fascinating to think that most of these things were from students throughout history. A part of her wanted to look through everything, but the more practical part of her knew that it would take a long time, more than she really had. She had to concentrate on the task at hand. Quietly she walked through the maze of things, keeping an eye out for the cabinet. It wasn’t long before she heard voices. She frowned, recognizing the voice.

“Mercy, my lord,” Abraxas choked out. “Please…”

Hermione crept closer, peaking around the corner of some chairs that were stacked high, seeing Tom standing above Abraxas' wand at his side. Abraxas was at Tom's feet, trembling slightly.

“Tell me, Abraxas… Why should I grant mercy to someone so weak? Someone who cannot even control his base impulses?”

Hermione frowned, his words causing her stomach to turn. Was he punishing Abraxas for the kiss?

“It meant nothing my lord, please it won’t happen again” Abraxas whispered trembling before the man

“It meant nothing..” tom mused,”Yet you have spent every day with her, every waking hour with what is not yours”

“ you wanted me to get closer to her, to learn her secrets” Abraxas spoke, still trembling in fear. Or was it pain.

Hermione frowned, taking in the scene fully, noticing how Abraxas was trembling head to toe, looking weak, like he had just suffered excruciating pain. It dawn on her then that Tom had used the cruciatus curse against Abraxas, all because she had kissed Abraxas, because she had wanted to use him, to influence him, and in extension the other followers of the budding dark lord.

Tom raised his wand, the curse on his lips. Hermione didn’t react quickly enough, watching in horror as Abraxas fell to the ground, a scream ripped from his lips as Tom tortured him again.

“Stop!” she shouted, pushing off the pile of chairs, barely noticing as the fell over with a loud clatter.

Tom did stop, though his dark eyes were now on her.

“Miss Granger, what a surprise” he said with a smirk on his lips “ were you here looking for your boyfriend” he said the word with such venom it made hermione's gut twist.

“He’s not my boyfriend” she replied, her gaze falling on the boy in question “Even if he was it is none of your concern” she started towards abraxas, wanting to help him but Tom stopped her, his wand raised threateningly.

“I’m not afraid of you Riddle” she snapped “i’ve seen a true monster, and you aren't it” she squared her shoulders.

“Do you speak of grindelwald?” he asked, his tone of someone speaking of the weather “Strange how you claim that you and your friends were attacked by grindelwald, yet you still live” he looked at her, interest in his eyes.

“The truth, Hermione, is that I don’t think you battled Grindelwald at all. No, you reminded me of abraxas here, having been under the influence of the cruicacious curse. Not to mention your evident confusion with the date, specifically the year. Did you not think I would notice how you paled at the news of the year, did not hear you whisper about 50 years, did not notice your utter hatred of me the moment you learned my name.” he took step after step towards her, not lowering his wand.

Though her brain told her to run, she stood her ground, chin held high, though her wand remained at her side. “I don’t know what you are talking about Tom. I am indifferent to you”

“You lie”

Hermione squared her shoulders, “I speak the truth.” she responded, “Do you know why I don’t like you riddle? It’s because you are fake. You hide your monster behind a perfect mask, but I see right through you.”

“You speak as if you know me,” he said, eyes darkening. “As if you have known me for quite awhile, yet we have spoken but twice.” he commented “A fact that I find highly interesting. Tell me Hermione, how do you know me so well?”

“I don’t know you Tom, I know people like you. I see a man no better than Grindelwald, so caught up in seeking power that he makes mistakes, tries to rule with fear. That fear will turn to resentment. It will be your downfall.” she looked him in the eyes, seeing the anger that he concealed.

“I’m tired of these games Hermione” he said, “tired of your lies” he stepped forward, and before she could react he was in her mind, ripping through her memories, searching for the truth.

His invasion was swift and unforgiving, as he tore through her memories, they flashed before her eyes in a dizzying array of sounds and colors. She watched helplessly as he searched through her memories, seeing her first day at Hogwarts, her helping Harry, year after year. Tom continued forward, ruthlessly, even as she tried to fight him, trying to force her out of her head. Yet she was woefully unprepared for his invasion.

He stopped on a specific memory, of seeing the final battle between him and Harry Potter, the twisted monster that he would become standing triumphantly over Harry's dead body. Then he moved on, stopping yet again at the memory of how she got here. She watched as the memory played out, clawing at him, trying to force him from her brain to no avail. Instead he watched as Voldemort cast the spell on her, watched as the spell hit the time turner, how he had grinned triumphantly as if he had won, as if her knee she would be sent to the past.

With all her strength she pushed him out of her mind, grateful when she succeeded. She panted as her mind reeled, the memories swirling in her brain. She tried to get back control of her mind.

“ I sent you back” Tom murmured, “How interesting” he said. He kneeled before her, tilting her chin up so she was looking at him. “I now know your secrets Hermione. I know your fears, your deepest desires. I see that you are not very different from me”

“I’m nothing like you” she spat.

He smiled, his expression chilling. “No? Setting a teacher on fire, brewing illegal potions, meddling with time, cursing people, trapping a reporter in a jar—those sound like things I would do. You are more like me than you realize.”

“I’m nothing like you” she repeated, looking up at him defiantly. Tom released her chin, straightening up.

“Continue to fool yourself, but I see you for what you are, just as you see me” he smirked at her then “I must say, you are perhaps more ruthless than I am.” he looked towards Abraxas who still hadn't been able to gain his strength. “Using someone’s feelings for your own gain, planting that mistletoe. How cunning, You played him like a puppet”

Hermione felt her heart clench at the realization of what she had truly done to Abraxas, how she had set him up for this. She hadn’t foreseen how Tom would react to her budding romance with Abraxas, how upset he was at the kiss between herself and abraxas. “You’re wrong tom, I have feelings for him” she slowly pushed herself from the ground, staring into his eyes.

She saw it then, the flash of jealousy, going as quickly as it came. Shock flooded her veins, the realization dawning on her. She actually couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “Is that it tom?” she asked “Did you wish it was you that I kissed instead?” she asked him, approaching him slowly “Jealousy doesn’t suit you”

Tom’s eyes narrowed on her, a sneer on his face as the jealousy disappeared as quickly as it came. “ You think you are so clever, but you are mistaken if you think your little games affect me Hermione. I’m not as Gulliable as Abraxas” he replied, stepping closer to her.

Hermione did not back down, her chin held high and proud “what if it wasn’t a game” she replied, thinking quickly. It wasn’t a bad plan, staying by his side influencing him to make different choices. It might even be the smartest.

Tom’s face was unreadable at her offer, and for a minute he seemed to be contemplating it.

“I held my own against you tom. A girl younger then you by 50 years” she coaxed him, “I would be a valuable asset to you”

His gaze never left hers as he contemplated her offer, looking for deceit in her words.

"You think you're clever, don’t you, Granger?" His voice was soft, almost amused, but there was no warmth in it. "Trying to turn this into some... partnership. A bargain."

“I’m giving you an opportunity Tom”she replied softly, looking up at him from behind her lashes. “ You know i’m from the future, know that I see what you become. I can help you go a different path. You kill thousands of witches and wizards the way you are headed. We can prevent that, together”

“Together” he parroted the word, tasting it. “You still think you can control me, change me” he sneered, his voice lethal “You are wrong if you think you can manipulate me like you did abraxas. You have little to offer me. I have considered these other paths you mention, but the path I am on gives me what I want. Why would i change that for an unknown future”

“You might have won the War, Tom, but after you will be a tyrant, a dictator. Your claim to power by fear will make people resent you. It will lead to your downfall, one way or another.”

Toms once handsome face twisted into something monstrous, his eyes flashing red, making hermione's heart skip a beat. For a moment, she saw the monster he would become. “You want to leave a legacy behind, you can do that without bloodshed, without violence and fear. There are more then one way to gain the power you desire- the legacy you deserve”

Cold fury replaced Tom’s calm mask, “You speak of what I deserve but you know nothing of what I deserve” He stepped closer to her, so close she could feel his magic and body heat. “Did you ever think that maybe I wish to rule with fear, that I chose this path for a reason, or do you think I was so blinded by power that I didn’t consider the other options?”

“"Perhaps you did, but you didn’t know then what you know now," Hermione continued, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "You’ve seen the destruction you’ve left in your wake. Yes, people will speak of you in fear, not even daring to say your name, but at what cost? Thousands will die, Tom, all because you refused to choose a different path. Don’t make the same mistake again."

She looked at him, daring to reach out to him, to grab his hand “We can change your destiny for the better, together”

To her surprise he did not pull away from her grasp, his eyes locked on their clasped hands.

“And your relationship with Abraxas?” he asked “If you abandon him so quickly, how could I ever trust you not to do the same to me” he asked. There was something in his face that Hermione couldnt quite pinpoint. Was it want? A hunger?

“This isn;t about my relationship with abraxas, It's about our relationship, about us building your legacy together”

“And if I told you to forsake him, would you?” he asked, that need flashing in his eyes again “will you forsake him to be with me, to reach the future you want”

The question weighed heavily on Hermione, she could feel the eyes of Abraxas on her, hanging to her every word. Guilt filled her, for she knew the truth of the matter, if it came down to it, if it was the only choice, she would do it. She would forsake Abraxas to save thousands of lives. It wasn't fair, but it was a sacrifice she would have to make.

She locked eyes with Tom, answering him without speaking.

Tom’s lips curled into a smirk, one that held both triumph and something darker. He let go of her hand,and instead opened his arms wide, as if daring her to take the final step. His invitation was clear.

"Make your choice, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a low whisper that seemed to reverberate in the charged air between them.

Without a backward glance to Abraxas, she stepped into Tom's embrace, wondering if she had just made a fatal error.

Only time would tell.

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theodoradevlin · 2 years ago

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Old Habits and All That

SUMMARY: Silly/Random drabble/imagining of what MC x Ominis x Sebastian are up to in their future endeavors, on assignment for an artifact in the Dolomites. Sort of a continuation based off of this old imagining I had dreamed up about Seb being a magical artifact hunter. Using Theo as the MC....cause ya know. we can't be separated at this point.

WOW actually had a brain cell for once. Felt good to write a little again...so this may be more for me than anyone else (lol).Would be nice to turn this into an actual fic if my creativity wants to cooperate...but we'll see.

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OLD HABITS AND ALL THAT

Theo cursed as she dropped what must have been the third thing this week. This time - a mug. A mug…that had previously been holding the glorious caffeine that her body most so desperately needed right now.

At the curse, and the shatter, one of her companions jolted upright on the chaise they had previously been napping on across the room, unseeing eyes already full of alarm none the less.

“Theo? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Ominis’ concerns were never tentative, but immediate. For that she was grateful…because what came next was an accusing curse to match hers from the other side of the room as the unshaven man who’s face had previously been buried in his research also shot up to see what the commotion was about... only to immediately be followed by a groan.

“Damn - that was my Montrose Magpies mug wasn’t it? That was my favorite one.” Sebastian’s whine crawled under her skin as she let out her own exasperated sigh.

They had all been on the search for weeks, having been funded by a mystery donor for a six month stint in the middle of the Dolomite region in the Cansiglio Plateau. Muggles had always spoken about an ‘energetic boundary’ in the area they believed to be spiritual…but the minute Theo had stepped foot here she knew what it really was. It had called to her instantly, as it always did.

Ancient Magic.

Sebastian had been researching tales on the region, about another object that could remove essence of magic from individuals, ancient or not, and it was something that needed to be apprehended and locked away as soon as possible.

Theo could only imagine if it got out…one could potentially steal magic from anyone they wished. And….no one deserved that fate. Loosing magic was comparable to loosing one’s part of their soul.

They knew from experience that even Sebastian’s experiments with dark magic had irreversibly altered his own magic trace, to this day.

And Ominis, having become an expert Curse Breaker in their years after Hogwarts, was also well aware from his own experiences on what risks usually came with an object like that.

They suspected the object was located in an ancient tomb somewhere within the mountains, but ...where exactly this tomb was they could not say...yet.

However….all that to say….Theo knew full well if finding this object wasn’t going to test them all, then her lack of sleep certainly was.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll…try and replace it.” She growled at Sebastian.

“Now, now Theo. If you want to get into my knickers you needn’t go around terrorizing my mugs to do it.”

Despite his own lack of sleep, the quick wit was never idle. Ominis let out a scoff as if to remind them he was ALSO in the room, and not currently interested in seeing Seb’s knickers.

“Try and keep your trousers on for once. I know we’ve all been cooped up in here, but really Sebastian.” He scolded playfully. Not as if he hadn’t seen that part of Sebastian before… the first few weeks here, the three of them had taken too many shots of fire whiskey…and…well. For now, they would have to save that for another time.

Sebastian shot him a withering look…though in his disheveled state from his corner of the room, tucked behind the table underneath stacks of old texts, some of that glare lost its power. Ominis had still managed to sound and appear as calm, cool, and collected as he always was.

And yet with Ominis, Theo could always spot the signs when something more feral was flashing beneath the surface. Yes…they had all been cooped up in their hideout for far too long, with all of them needing some form of release. Whether a break-through in the research…or perhaps something else.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she bent down to pick up the mug shards, surprised to see that her own fingers were shaking.

Cautiously, Ominis came over to her as if sensing this, bending down to her level and taking her hands in his own, rubbing a finger along the skin as if in a small attempt to soothe her.

“Perhaps one too many cups of coffee, hm Theo? When was the last time you slept for longer than twenty minutes?”

Even as her breath calmed at his touch, her chest immediately turned tight at the fact that she knew her body demanded sleep, but their situation could not allow it.

“We…we’re so close to finding the relic. So close. I’ll sleep afterwards.” Her voice came out tight, and stubborn, so much so that Ominis sighed.

“She’s right you know. Ominis - we can’t stop now. That would put off all the progress we’ve made —“

The man still had not released her hands, but turned to snap his head in Sebastian’s direction.

“Neither of you are getting anything done in the state you’re in. Theo can’t even hold something in her hands for two seconds without dropping it, and you…I know you haven’t shaved in forever judging by the feeling of hair that attacks me every time I’m near you, so I can only assume what state you’re in. I can certainly smell you. Now….maybe you both can pause for some food and a bath.”

“But—“

Ominis cut off Theo’s protest again.

“Enough of that. You need to soak up the caffeine, and Sebastian needs to be in a world outside of his textbooks for a night.”

“Hey!”

Despite the objection from them both, Theo knew he was right. She could see Ominis needed it too in the tense muscle fluttering in his jaw.

“Alright fine. Agreed. Food…and a break. For a bit. Then…back to work.” She agreed, with a tight and shallow nod.

Ominis smirked, dipping his own head in a slight nod, pleased clearly that he’d gotten her to agree. “Always so diligent. Alright then. And Sebastian… bath first please.”

More disgruntled noises from the freckled man, but no more objections as they went to get ready.

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Luckily, since they were staying close to the valley…the walk to the nearest tavern was a short and welcome trek from their hideout. As they walked, her eyes skimmed over the pale mountains looming in the distance, forcing her mind to forget the secrets they might hold….at least for a time.

Theo wasn’t going to deny that the stew placed in front of her had thawed all remaining feelings of tension and warmed her from the inside out. For the first time in days, she felt like more of a human and less of a run over dugbog. She could see it on all of their faces as they sat in the booth of the tavern, no one speaking words, but just enjoying the comfort of the food.

Even Sebastian was at ease, despite the small tinge of nervousness that still followed him when they were out in public. It was half the reason their work in tracking down artifacts took them around the world, and nowhere near Hogwarts.

All those years ago after their fifth year, she still remembered when she saw him for the first time after that summer. The unfamiliar look of doubt that had worked its way into his previously unbothered and careless demeanor. He had showed up at the Three Broomsticks, having been taken in by Sirona after the events that had happened in the catacombs. It was the first, and only time, she had seen him frozen in their presence…unsure of what they thought of him.

Theo hugged him first, rushing over and holding him tightly, not questioning a single thing. Ominis was slower to embrace him, but did all the same. Questions would still come from him, they always would. And that’s why they needed each other.

Like he had said all those months ago, whatever they were in for…they were in it together.

And they still were.

They had eaten stew that day too.

The thought of how far they’d come welcomed a grin to her face as she looked down into her soup, Sebastian immediately picking up on it.

“Hm. And what, may I ask, are you smiling about over there?” His voice was light and teasing, already so much less strained than it had been earlier. Theo made a face at him.

“Just nice to see your face again, Seb that’s all. I had forgotten what you had looked like under all that wolfish facial hair.”

Ominis let out a snort, as Sebastian rolled his eyes, but the smile still remained on his face. “Always warms my heart when you say you like my face, Theo. You know what….just for that. I’m ordering us a round of drinks.”

Ominis eyebrows immediately raised in curiosity, no doubt remembering the last time they all drank together. “Oh?”

“Oh, indeed.” Theo echoed, leaning closer and resting her head in her hands in intent interest.

“Well- we all agreed we deserved a break. Don’t we deserve a little fun too?”

None of them disagreed as Sebastian came back over, with three shots of fire whiskey.

“In it together, then?” Ominis said, raising his glass.

“For better or worse.” Theo concurred.

“And more of it worse, knowing us. Old habits, and all that..” Seb added his quip, before the three of them clinked and threw it back.

She chuckled, knowing that he was right. Their philosophy seemed to be one of being in trouble or being bored.

Theo knew a lot had changed, and probably still would. but, perhaps these old habits wouldn't.

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wellpresseddaisy · 2 years ago

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The Poshest Bedstead in Islington part 15

Dominic Agnew stood shoulder to shoulder with Adelaide Kershaw in the entry hall and basked in their shared moment of triumph. The sun barely glimmered over the horizon, lightening the early morning gloom just enough. The summer morning dawned chilly and damp, with rain promised later, but inside fires crackled in each grate. The entry tiles positively gleamed from everyone’s hard work yesterday and a soft strain of beeswax furniture polish floated under the scent of flowers from the garden. Not that anything hadn’t been clean before, but Gordon had a way with scrubbing tiles that even Kreacher approved.

Welcoming Molly Weasley into the house was enough to give any Housekeeper the yips. They’d done a thorough cleaning last night, from the sub-basement up to the attics, in part to tamp down on their own nerves and in part to introduce themselves to Black House. Coming in as new staff when she’d got used to only having Kreacher tending her needed a delicate touch. She needed to know their magic and their intentions, and so they set to work.

He thought, perhaps, that the grand old girl liked having them about. Old houses, magical ones especially, had their quirks and personalities that one simply worked with or around. Dominic didn’t think she’d give them trouble so long as they respected her. All of them were so up in alt over being chosen that he wasn’t sure they’d particularly notice.

He’d positively longed to try his hand at being Housekeeper, and now he could. Adelaide, he knew, would excel as Butler. He’d never yet met anyone who could match her breadth and depth of knowledge regarding wine and the care of silver services.

He surveyed the footmen and housemaids lined up before the pair of them and took a deep breath as Adelaide began.

“In one hour, we will begin welcoming our house guests. They will be staying for as long as is needed, given the distressing threats laid against them. We are asked to give no indication that they are here for the present moment. Not one word of gossip will pass out of this house. Am I understood?” Adelaide spoke severely.

The group of them gave a general murmur of assent.

“In the beginning, as a reminder, His Grace will neither entertain nor be at home to visitors. We know that his innocence should be announced in the next few weeks. Kreacher will let us know when this is announced and if His Grace will be at home. His Lordship will, with any luck, be able to join the household at that time.” Adelaide continued. “Jefferson, Danvers, and Bailey—has the heavy luggage been brought up?”

“Yes, ma’am. We saw to it earlier this morning. We’re set to go with Kreacher to bring the guests here in an hour.” Jefferson, the first footman, stepped forward and answered smartly.

“Good work.” Adeliade nodded at them.

“And the bedrooms are all made up?” Dominic asked, even though he’d checked not fifteen minutes before.

“We’re ready for everyone, Mr. Kershaw.” Maud answered, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Miss Daley wished me to tell you that she’s ready to receive the young ladies. Mr. Douglas will wait upon the young gentlemen and Miss Cooper is ready for Mrs. Weasley.”

“Thank you, Maud.” Not even a week ago they’d both been senior housemaids. He hoped she didn’t take his promotion amiss.

“Cook will send an early tea up to the Morning room once our guests are settled,” he continued. “I know we’ll all do excellent work here. His Grace noticed your efforts last night and sends along his sincere thanks. If you have any trouble, you may come to me. Many of our younger guests aren’t used to being waited upon and have spent the last few years mostly at school. Any trouble from that quarter should be brought to Kreacher.”

One of the footmen—Katherine Bailey, Dominic’s brain supplied—raised her hand.

“Yes, Bailey?” Adelaide prompted.

“It’s probably not my place, Mrs. Kershaw, but I grew up not far from the Weasleys. Does anyone else think this is a thinly veiled attempt to keep His Grace distracted and entertained until His Lordship can come home?”

Dominic saw Adelaide twitch out of the corner of his eye and bit the inside of his cheek. Good old Bailey, always noticing things.

“You always do make connections quickly, Bailey.” Adelaide sounded a bit strained.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kershaw. It’s just that they’re a guardian family and the Burrow is protected as anything.” Bailey shifted under Adelaide’s steady gaze.

“Whatever the reasons, we’ll be on our guard, won’t we?”

That got a firm yes from all gathered.

“Right. Well, off we trot to face the day and make Mrs. Harris proud.” Dominic winced at how that sounded but shooed everyone off to their work.

He’d have to work on not sounding like a giant tit.

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The gray, mizzley day couldn’t put a damper on Sirius’ high spirits. Nor could the heavy over robe Kreacher and Halloway insisted on, or the Bath chair Kreacher unearthed from somewhere ‘So His Grace can be comfortable while guests arrive’. Despite his continued convalescence, he would (privately) not mind sitting while waiting. His balance hadn’t quite recovered yet, and he had misgivings about all the stairs down into the garden.

Guests. The very word sent a thrill through him. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed other people about the place until Albus suggested the Weasleys come to stay a while. As much as he hated thinking of the threats leveled against them (against Ginny and Ronald especially), he rather hoped they’d stay a good long while. If anyone deserved some rest it was Molly and Arthur. They worked hell’s own hours, no matter what Molly made it look like to the children.

Having young people around would be fun, too. He’d liked Hermione and Ronald when he met them, and he expected that Ginny would be interesting at the very least. One did not mix Weasley and Prewett blood and expect a mealy-mouthed miss. They weren’t Harry, but taking them through the attics to select furniture and clothes would still be great fun.

He felt a bit silly sitting on the terrace under a pavilion, but it was the only way he could get Kreacher and Halloway to agree to him waiting outside. Honestly, if he’d realized what complete autocrats servants trained under Mrs. Harris were, he’d have risked arrest and gone to an agency instead.

“Halloway, if you try to tuck another rug over my knees or about my shoulders, I will turn into a dog and bite you,” Sirius snapped, waving off his anxious valet.

“As you wish, your Grace,” Halloway sniffed. “It would be a shame if Kreacher found you’d caught cold, of course.”

“You have been in my employ for…how long were you at Buckingham House?” Sirius interrupted himself.

“Five years this August, your grace.” Halloway took advantage of his momentary distraction to drop the disputed rug over his knees.

“In any case you’ve been in my particular employ for less than twenty-four hours and you’re invoking Kreacher? For shame, man.”

“Kreacher was exceedingly specific, your grace, as to his expectations of me. I shan’t fail him.”

“Do my own expectations get a look in?”

“Er, no, your grace. Kreacher doesn’t believe they should. He began muttering about trousers and music hall abominations when I asked.”

“We are going to have a chat about that as soon as I feel up to it,” Sirius declared. “We’re all in thrall to Kreacher, aren’t we?”

“I believe we all know that listening to Nanny is in our best interest.”

The first pop of apparition distracted them both. Bailey appeared with Hermione on one arm and Ginny on the other.

“Miss Hermione Granger and Miss Ginevra Weasley, your grace,” Bailey announced and popped out again.

The girls walked up the terrace steps together, stopping just under the pavilion.

“Welcome, both of you,” Sirius began. “Miss Granger, do you accept the protection and sponsorship of my House?”

He held a hand out to her and she did as they practiced with her parents, clasping his hand for a moment and then sliding her hand up to clasp his wrist.

“With the consent of my parents, I do accept,” Hermione answered in a clear, ringing voice.

Their magic surged in response to the oath, hers a sparking lavender and his Family Magic a slinking silver. Tendrils twined together, reminding him of little more than two cats meeting for the first time. Acceptance thrilled through him, the Black magic well pleased to offer shelter to such a magical. Slowly, their magic receded, Hermione’s now bearing the gossamer sheen of the Black Family. She loosed his wrist and stepped back.

“That was…my magic?” She breathed, eyes wide. “I’ve never seen…it’s beautiful.”

“It is, Miss Granger. Welcome to the protection of my House. We shall be well pleased to sponsor you.”

“Thank you, your grace. It is an honor to be given the protection and sponsorship of such a House as this. I only hope I shall bring honor to it.”

“For now, Miss Granger, Mr. Black will do. We’ll work out a compromise acceptable to all parties in the very near future. You’re all so dear to Harry that…well, we won’t say anything more about that for the moment. Sit and be comfortable. Halloway has quite a knack for warming charms.” Sirius unholstered his wand and conjured two chairs.

“Thank you, Mr. Black. I think it was Ron next, and then Fred and George. Mum’s still insisting she can apparate herself,” Ginny explained as she made herself comfortable. “Bailey, I think, is going to win in the end.”

Hermione shook herself out of a reverie and sat as well. “How…are you well?”

Sirius took in the worry in her eyes and the way she bit at her lip and sighed internally. Another one taking on too much responsibility, too many adult worries. Hermione should have thoughts only for her coming OWL year and whatever else the Hermiones of the world enjoyed, not his health and how it would affect Harry and all of it.

“I will be perfectly well soon,” he reassured her. “We’re being extremely cautious at the moment, but in a few more weeks I may not need even a walking stick. The chair is so I don’t have to try all the steps to get back here.”

Hermione nodded and relaxed fractionally. “I’m sure it’s a lovely garden.”

Ginny snorted and Sirius honestly agreed with her.

“We haven’t done much out here. We wanted to wait for your mother, Miss Weasley. She seems to think taming a pleasure garden is great fun.”

“So that’s why she’s had all the gardening catalogs and books out. It is fun for her, though. Mum mostly plans working gardens and things like that at home. Mucking about with flowers and decorative borders and all that will be fun for her.”

Just then, Jefferson and Ron apparated in, Ron looking a bit green.

“Mr. Ronald Weasley,” Jefferson announced before he apparated out.

“Er, thanks,” Ron told thin air.

“Be welcome, Mr. Weasley,” Sirius called to him. “Come up and get out of that drizzle.”

“Nasty sort of a day,” Ron remarked once he made the top of the stairs. “We got caught in a filthy downpour in Brighton. Jefferson’s first rate with drying charms.”

“There are fires and near endless hot water inside,” Sirius assured him, enlarging Hermione’s chair to fit two. “I don’t know what they did to the boiler, but I don’t think it’s ever worked better.”

“Do you think they’d mind if I asked? Only Dad’s been muttering about ours since Fred and George discovered that they really liked scalding showers.”

“Could I listen in? I don’t know anything about magical home repair or appliances,” Hermione added hopefully.

“We’ll have to ask Kreacher. Which…Kreacher, they’re here.” Usually he would say ‘the children are here’, but with three above the age of thirteen, one didn’t wish to insult them.

Kreacher entered with a pop, looking delighted.

“Excellent, your grace. Kreacher will take you up to the…schoolroom floor so you may rest and tidy before an early tea. Mr. Ronald, Kreacher heard about the dousing in Brighton. A bath is waiting.”

The three young people found themselves chivvied toward the terrace entrance to the house, not one of them quite knowing how they got there. Ron and Ginny, at least, had some idea of exactly who Kreacher was in the grand scheme of this sort of family.

“Don’t you want company, Mr. Black?” Hermione asked, turning back.

“Miss Hermione will come with Kreacher.”

Sirius pressed his lips together a moment before he answered.

“Best go in with Kreacher, Miss Granger. Mr. Weasley will clue you in. It’s best, though, if we all listen to Nanny.”

#hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #the poshest bedstead in islington #Sirius black #the servant problem aka they're a bunch of autocratic arseholes ruling your house with an iron will #but they're nice people really #text

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diedbrave · 1 year ago

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Since Eddie is refusing to cooperate writing wise (he's angsty and thinks he isn't good enough, so sue him), I figured I'd type up some head canons that have been floating around in my brain since I'm on the latest chapter of the IT audio book and it's from Eddie's perspective. Some of these I've already said before, but since this blog is new and I lost all the HC's on my old one, they might be new to you. Who knows. Also some are not so much head canons as much as highlighting things in the book that people forget about Eddie.

Eddie loves cars. One of the first scenes from his perspective in the novel is him watching a bunch of cars passing by on the box cars on the railroad and him wishing he could have one of those one day. He's absolutely the type to splurge on a fancy car, and that's also why he drives for a living. I know people hc him as a bad driver because of the opening scene in Chapter 2, but I feel like that was just because Mike calling him left him so caught off guard. Aggressive, sure, but still a good driver. You almost HAVE to be to live in New York.

The first love of Eddie's live was Bill (sorry to my Reddie loves, especially as I hardcore stan Reddie). It's just like so apparent in the novel that you can't deny it. There's literally a line where Eddie says he remembers he would die for Bill if Bill asked him to, he would just say when and where. He talks about how much he remembers loving Bill (and later adds it was like an older brother or a father but stfu Stephen King that shit was gay). He seems to be the only Loser that can look at Bill and know what he was thinking without Bill having to say a word. It's true love, y'all.

They mention that there's some sort of room (I forget the exact word they used, I'd never heard of it) above Eddie's garage where Richie and Eddie would spend hours just laughing and reading comics. (Eddie's favorite superhero is Spiderman). I definitely imagine that this is where they shared their first kiss if they kissed as teenagers. Either that or the hammock, but. Still. Cute.

There's some sort of hc I want to write about the fact that apparently like all the Losers would sit around and smoke cigarettes while Eddie would just watch them. I always forget that Bill smoked, too, especially since in the new films it really only shows Beverly. I don't know what I want to write about it, but SOMETHING is there. It stuck out to me.

This is one that @scribedhorror and I have already discussed several times, but Eddie is the only one that can call his best friend 'Billy.' It reminds him too much of Georgie. But Eddie calls him that several times in the book, and I imagine it's because Bill feels that sort of fondness towards Eddie that he did towards his brother, seeing as Eddie is the youngest Loser. And smallest. And most vulnerable.

A hc I have said before, but Eddie hates hospitals. He spent so much time there growing up that he spent most of his time learning how to tend to his own wounds so his mom would (hopefully) not even notice. He definitely had a panic attack waking up from his 'coma' (I say coma bc if you know me, Eddie full out died, and the magic of Maturin upon defeating Pennywise brought Eddie back, but he was definitely dead) and knowing that he was in the hospital all alone.

Old hc, but Eddie also had to use a wheelchair for quite a few months after this and go to physical therapy. No way does someone get stabbed through the chest like that and damage most likely his spine and be able to walk all easy peasy again.

Just made this one up based on the miniseries ending, but I imagine that Eddie will sometimes take small acting roles for money alongside Richie when Richie gets cast in films. He doesn't go by Edward Kaspbrak in the credits because he doesn't want anyone to find him (specifically Myra), but I haven't decided yet what his name would be. Either way, he definitely has a few small cameos and is actually fairly decent, but he would never do it full time.

#{what i've got full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter headcanons}

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transkingcobra · 1 month ago

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Get to Know Your Mutuals!

tagged by halsinsgate but I never know who to tag for these things so you can do it if you want lol

What’s the origin of your username?

Eighth grade English teacher unintentionally nicknamed me Cobra so I wanted something with that since it was the only nickname I’ve ever had, and I was trying to make a new username for everything to get away from my old one “1gaaragirl” after settling on being trans, “trans cobra�� felt too short, so I went with specifically king cobras

OTP(s) + ship name:

Hmmm probably Halsin x Astarion, Halstarion, bloodbear or whatever they’re called lol. Idk that I consider them my otp but they’re a favorite when people dig into them. I don’t usually end up with OTPs because I’m pretty much down to ship any gay pairing if you’ve got even a crumb of intrigue

Song stuck in my head:

So many and none of them similar vibes send help I think my main stim rn is Cute Girl by Diggy Graves

Hobbies:

I’ve been hit with the adhd “anything creative” hobby-collecting lol but video games and drawing are my main things when my brain cooperates. Been crocheting lately too

If you work, what’s your profession?

Inventory Coordinator for Joann’s, so soon to not be employed

If you could have any job you wish what would you have?

I’d be mainly living off my art and just have a part time job helping unload trucks and stock at a craft store to get me out of the house. Tis my goal if I can ever get out of burnout hell

Something you’re good at:

Sometimes drawing, when I can actually get my brain to focus properly

Something you collect:

3D crystal puzzles

Something you forget:

ADHD + burnout = just about everything lol brain no work

Your love language:

Gift giving, especially if the gift is something I can make for them myself and it turns out well

Favorite movies/shows:

I honestly haven’t watched much of anything in an age. TMNT 2003 and 2012, Teen Titans (fuck go), Young Justice, Batman animated series, honestly nearly any DC animated show around those times from what I remember. I’ve watched The Flashpoint Paradox about 100 times over lol. Avatar and Krampus are two other movies that stick out in my head atm.

Favorite food:

Soup. I’m not that picky about soups, I can’t think of a specific favorite, I’m dehydrated and hungry, I like soup.

Favorite animal(s):

Cats, specifically large cats. Bats, bunnies. But honestly anything furry

What were you like as a child?

Always just had a few friends that usually adopted me, rare was it that we hung out much outside of school/day care because no one took initiative and I didn’t care lol. Never thought much of it until much later. I was content to be alone and play in complete silence at home.

Favorite subject in school:

Of all subjects, art. Of the main ones, math

Least favorite subject:

History I think? Not really because of the subject itself, it’s just a lot of names which I’m shit with and was never taught a way that properly stuck.

What’s your best character trait?

Idk, people comment about my patience irl a lot so I guess that

What’s your worst character trait?

Feels like a lot recently lol maybe biting off more than I can chew atm, getting excited about something even though I know it’ll overwhelm me in 0.2 seconds

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?

Burnout. Feels like I need a magic reset button so I can actually try to live

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?

I don’t know that there’s anyone specific I really care about meeting? Maybe a German ancestor would be neat. People are just people so I never cared too much about anyone famous, and I’d rather a personal connection, someone that feels approachable, if I’m gonna hang out

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fleshybones · 5 months ago

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Collective Soul - Adored, Good Morning After All

Queensryche - I don’t believe in love, silent lucidity

Queen - Mother Love , No One but you, days of our lives, the show must go on, save , love of my life

Written about freddie

Ginger Wildheart

Sorry, the one, one more arrow, the last song, empty garden, candle in the wind- Elton John

Motörhead 1916, love me forever , iron horse

Thinking of you - Lenny kravitz

Song for Emma - Joe Walsh

Rod McKuen - seasons in the sun

Either Way - Chris stapleton

Fade to black - Metallica

Alice In Chains- down in a hole, your decision , don’t follow

Day after Day - badfinger

When a blind man cries, mistreated, child in time, soldier of fortune - deep purple

Maggot brain - funkadelic

You light up my life - Debby Boone

Without You, you’re breaking my heart - Harry Nilsson

Chance - big country

Wildfire - Michael Martin Murphey

Eleanor rigby / the long & winding road, for no one - Beatles

I used to love her GnR

Sylvia’s Mother - dr. Hook

Crying, in dreams - Roy Orbison

Joey - concrete blonde

Silver spring, man of the world, storms - fleet wood Mac

Lost without your love, teddy bear, if, Aubrey , everything I own - bread

Tangerine, thank you - Led Zeppelin

Pictures of you - the cure

She’s gone, solitude, changes - Black Sabbath

Road to nowhere - Ozzy Osborne

Still in love with you - thin Lizzy

Garden of rememberance - phish

Final cut - Pink Floyd , broken bones, in any tongue, jug band blues , two Suns in the sunset , when the tigers broke free , sorrow , the gunners dream , nobody homr

Zzyzx rd / stone sour

Black, just breathe, bitter hands, nothing man, yellow Ledbetter - Pearl Jam

Tangled up in you, something to remind you - staind

It’s raining again - supertramp

The bed, the kids, perfect day - Lou reed

McArthur park

Love hurts, ebony eyes - the everly brothers

Paradise by the dashboard lights

Strange fruit, gloomy holiday - Billie holiday

The last game of the season -David geddes

Say hello to heaven - soundgarden

Keep me in your heart - warren zevon

Alone again - Gilbert

Knights in white satin - moody blues

The weeping song, your funeral my trial, into my arms - nick cave

Breakup - A.C.T

Angel flight - radney foster

In the river - black label society

No one has to cry - the fixx

The dance - Garth brooks

Lost horizons - gin blossoms

Tears of a clown - Smokey Robinson

Lonesome loser- little river band

Les roses blanches - berthe Silva

Bird song - Johnny thunders

It’s only make believe - Conway twitty

Sky blue & black - Jackson Browne

Swithin’s day - dubstar

For Martha - the smashing pumpkins

The sky above the rain - marillion

Motion picture soundtrack, true love waits - Radiohead

Long black limousine - Elvis Presley

Dead boy’s poem - night wish

By the time I get to Phoenix, / glen Campbell Xmas shoes

One more try - George Michael

Bright eyes, sound of silence / art Garfunkel

He went to Paris - Jimmy buffet

Everybody’s been burned - the Byrds

Puff the magic dragon Peter Paul Mary

Racing in the street, streets of Philadelphia, paradise - Bruce Springsteen

Tom waits- Kentucky Ave , closing time

Red gum - only 19

What about me - moving pictures

Fire & rain - James Taylor

New York minute, Heart of the matter - - don henley

Still loving you , daddy’s girl - scorpions

Turn of the century - yes

Honey Bobby goldsboro

Holy mother , the sky is crying - Eric Clapton

Fiddlers green - tragically hip

The last goodbye, lilac wine - Jeff Buckley

The walk - sawyer brown

Peace in the valley

Everything hurts - sad cafe

Sunday morning coming down , solitary man / Johnny cash

Leader of the pack - shangri la’s

Blinded by rainbows - The Rolling Stones

Time in a bottle - Jim Croce

Drive - the cars

& So it goes / billy Joel

Edmond Fitzgerald , if you could read my mind - Gordon lightfoot

When love & hate collide, long long way to go - Def Leppard

Only women bleed- Alice cooper

Farewell, I don’t want to talk about it - rod Stewart

It’s my time - filter

Funeral March - Chopin

Sure got cold after the rain fell - ZZ Top

Catch the wind - donovan

I’ll remember you - bob Dylan

John moreland - you don’t care for me

Anything for you - great white

Summers end - John prine

Darknessdarkneas- the youngbloods

Another day, disappear - dream theatre

Green fields of France - drop kick murpheys

Caroline no - beach boys

Cold turkey, god, I found out - John Lennon

I’ll be true to you - the oak ridge boys

Say hello to heaven - temple of the dog

Another day in paradise - Phil Collins

Reflections of my life - marmalade

Return the wish - Sammy Hagar

Starless - king crimson

After all - David Bowie

It makes no difference - the band

Hollow / pantera

Leave me blind - zodiac

Ready to fly - Lynyrd skynyrd

Save a little room , I’ll get by- Eddie money

The drugs don’t work / the verve

No one compares to u Snead o Connor

Love hurts - Nazareth

Without you - omega

Respect the wind

The day that never comes

That’s how much I feel - ambrosia

Something to believe in / poison

New order- in a. Lonely place

The water boys - too close to heaven

Solitaire - the carpenters

I left my heart in San Francisco

Rise again- disturbed

10cc - not in love

Mercy street - Peter gabriel

Big Balls - AC/DC

Tom petty - echoes

Holocaust - big star

Up the junction - squeeze

Midnight cowboy

Perfect blue building - counting crows

Thank You - Led Zeppelin

Crying in the Chapel - Elvis Presley

Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

Box of Rain - Grateful Dead

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

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glacierruler · 9 months ago

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Jenga Chapter 11

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This fic is rated Mature

All content warnings can be found in the masterpost

It was almost time for finals and Patton was dying. All this studying was messing with his brain, and he still needed to take up dog walking for some extra cash. Not to mention all the magic stuff he’s been dealing with. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that he’s been going through a lot lately. Still, he had his brother, and he had new friends, and that’s really all that mattered, right? Why did it feel like Patton should be doing something, that he wasn’t doing enough? Why was it that everything, while moving so quickly, felt so stagnant at the same time?

Maybe he should focus more on his studies, but it was hard. His brain just wasn’t cooperating with him. It kept wandering, to whatever else he thought was more interesting in the moment. Honestly, at this point, he wasn’t sure if it was worth it to graduate. Maybe it was, but if he was just going to be a dog walker, he didn’t need to have a high school degree. It would be easier than answering the questions on this sheet of paper. Easier than finishing this study sheet that was due this afternoon.

“Patton are you alright?” Mrs. Hanson asked, “you seem to be a bit distracted today.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Guess I’m just really stressed about finals.”

“You always have been a good student Patton, why don’t you turn that in tomorrow morning instead.”

“Are you sure Mrs. Hanson? I wouldn’t want to…”

“Nonsense! Throughout this semester you have been one of the students who has tried their hardest even when the subject matter has been challenging. I want you to do your best on the finals, you can get the packet in to me tomorrow.”

“Thank you Mrs. Hanson.”

The rest of the day was about as frustrating as that first class, just without the extensions that Mrs. Hanson had given him. He really should be focusing on finals right now. Something to keep him sane. But it was hard. Still, it was important he did his best on these, even if he didn’t see a point, because, at the very least, he wouldn’t get concerned parents. If they cared; well they would, he knew they would. They just weren’t really there, and it was a blessing and a curse. Sure, Patton was still upset and angry that they had used his disability against him, but he still wanted parents; he still loved them. And thoughts like this were exactly why he was struggling this finals season, if he would just focus on the issue at hand he would be fine, but he couldn’t seem to corral his thoughts.

“Ah, Patton, is everything adequate?” Came Logan’s familiar voice.

“I’m fine, just stressed about finals. Who isn’t?”

“That is something perfectly reasonable to be stressed about. Finals are a significant portion of our grade, and considering we are both seniors they are even more paramount. If you would wish we could study for them at my place of residence.”

“Are you sure?” Patton was hopeful that maybe Logan knew of different ways to help him study, although part of him felt like it wouldn’t help at all; leaving him feeling guilty and seemingly more of a failure.

“I am positive that this would be a wonderful course of action. Do you think it would be productive for you to invite the others as well?”

Oh, Logan wanted to hang out with everyone else too. Of course he did, he was friends with them too after all, so Patton hesitantly nodded. Unfortunately for him, Logan didn’t seem to buy it; probably suspecting it to be an act of some kind.

“Patton, if I may postulate, it is quite alright if you do not wish for the others to be there. I had only suggested it because I was unsure if you would retain information better with or without more associates. It is important to me that those I assist are able to collect knowledge to the best of their ability. You are allowed to say that my ideas are less than satisfactory in aiding your learning.”

“Oh, thank you Logan, but it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“Patton, it is not an issue to exclude the others for this. In fact I personally would prefer it this time around.”

“You would?”

“Affirmative, do not misinterpret my words, I do enjoy spending time with them. However, attempting to help and tutor all of them is a challenge I would not enjoy participating in. They can all be a bit obstinate when it comes to their studies.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Patton sighed. At least if he messed up it would only be in front of Logan. “Yeah, lets have it be just us for now.”

“Agreed. Now, do you know where I reside or do you need me to relay to you my address?”

“I’ve got a better idea. What if I walked home with you? Virgil would understand, and I think he said something about going to the twins place too, so he could head straight there instead of going home first if he wanted.”

Logan seemed to think on it for a moment, before agreeing.

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Patton was excited, he was hopefully going to figure out how to focus on his finals. And probably learn a whole host of other things as well, all things considered. Maybe afterwards he could figure out dog walking logistics with Logan too, if he was okay with it, Patton didn’t want to overextend his stay. Still every little thing helped and he wanted to be prepared for when the tests actually started.

“Patton, I would like to welcome you to my dwelling.”

It was a decent sized house, bigger than Patton’s, but nothing that seemed overly expensive, like Janus’s. Logan gave him a basic tour, showing him everything he would probably need to know since he was staying for a while to study for finals. After a few minutes, he was finally led to Logan’s room, and they sat down, preparing to study.

“So, how exactly does this work? Like, what exactly are you going to do to tutor me?”

“Well, first you will state a subject you need help with. If I may suggest something, starting with the subject that you are having the most trouble with is strongly recommended.”

“Okay, uh, I’m not sure what I struggle with the most.”

“What subject do you despise the most?”

“Probably debate. I’ve managed to skate by for the most part… but it’s not my strong suit.”

“Of course not,” Logan’s immediate response put Patton down a bit. Was it that obvious he was bad at arguing his point? “Debate is a culmination of words, of trying to get the opponent to see your point. While it is a strong tool to use in a verbal disagreement, it is not a suit you can wear. Or at least it is not meant to be, I am sure Roman would be able to come up with some fanciful design for a suit made out of debate flashcards or something of the like.”

“Oh, it was a metaphor.”

“Ah. Apologies.”

“No, you’re fine.”

Logan seemed to think for a minute, staring straight ahead. Patton wondered if he had said something wrong already, or if maybe it was going to be too difficult to teach him.

“I suppose if I am to tutor you in debate tactics that it will be something we do over time. Firstly, do you know how to research arguments for your side of the debate?”

“Not really. I was just kind of hoping that my side would be right.”

“Ah. That is, fundamentally, not how debate works. In debate, you are attempting to get an opponent to acquiesce to your views on the subject matter. Which requires ample research and time to do so. When is your debate final?”

“Next Friday…”

“That is more time than I expected, but less than ideal if we are starting with no research done. What is your topic?”

“I don’t know? She mentioned it a few weeks ago, I have it written down somewhere!”

“Then we should begin by searching for where you wrote down your topic,” Logan was clearly annoyed at this point. “Would you mind if I assisted by looking through some of your notebooks? It has the probability of being helpful in completing this task most efficiently.”

“Oh, uh, sure. Have at it!”

Going through the notebooks was interesting, especially when the first thing Logan did was grab Patton’s backpack and dump it on the floor. Watching as he grabbed one frantically, Patton followed suit but at a much calmer pace.

They sat there for about fifteen minutes, reading through the different journals until Patton couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“So, what do you think about dog walking?”

“What?” Logan’s tone was incredulous, and full of some sort of anger or frustration. “Why are you asking this now, is it pertinent to studying?”

“Yes- well no… well sort of? I don’t know. I was just, I’ve been thinking of dropping out and dog walking. Obviously it’s a bit late to drop out now. But you know, it’s something to do.”

Logan seemed to breathe deeply before responding. “Patton, I invited you to my house to study, not ponder over whether dog walking is a viable career path or not.”

“You’re right, I’ll shut up. Let’s keep looking for the debate topic.”

Logan nodded stiffly at that, and Patton wished he’d never opened his mouth.

Picking up another journal, Patton watched as the pages got blurrier and blurrier. Until something wet hit them.

…

Was he…

“Patton are you crying?”

“I don’t mean to be! I’m sorry!”

Logan sighed a bit, staring up at the ceiling. Seeming to ponder something, probably wondering if he should have never offered to tutor Patton in the first place. After a minute or two he looked back to Patton.

“I suppose I should have been more… careful in how I addressed what you had to say. While you did come here to study, it is apparent that this dog walking venture is taking up a good portion of your conscious memory. Meaning it is important to you.” Logan sighed, humming to himself a bit before saying this next part. “I have come up with a compromise of sorts. If we can study for the first hour of you being here, then we can converse about starting up a dog walking business for the last hour of your visit.”

“Yeah, that would probably be a good idea.” Patton wiped the tears streaming down his face, “sorry.”

“It is of no consequence. I should probably apologize too. After all, it is my less than sensitive phrasing that caused this whole mess.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have started crying over what you said. I don’t even think I was crying over that.”

“You have been stressed these past few weeks, and clearly this dog walking endeavor is important to you. It is understandable that your emotions would get the best of you. Now, we have a debate topic we must find, so you do not fail that elective.”

“Yeah… it would be horrible if I didn’t graduate because I failed this one class.”

“Precisely why we are studying. Oh, I believe I’ve found it. Are you debating the ethics of colonizing other planets?”

“Oh yes, I think that’s it!”

“Wonderful, the next step is to look into the topic. What knowledge have you already obtained about it?”

“Well, hm… if I’m being honest I don’t know a whole lot about anything to do with other planets.”

With that the both of them launched into discussions of how to research for a topic as well as eventually discussing the other school subjects. It was a bit frighteningly easy for Patton to follow along with what Logan was saying, there were a few hiccups; as Logan kept using words Patton didn’t know, but overall he had been able to keep up with what Logan was saying. It was nice, being able to focus on his studies. Pretending he was at least a somewhat normal student.

After about an hour, Patton was a bit exhausted from studying for so long. He had so many notes on debate, math, and english; Logan had said they’d go through history tomorrow. Sighing, Patton yawned and stretched a bit.

“Would it be agreeable if I were to acquire some form of sustenance for the both of us before we are to discuss this dog walking venture of yours?”

“Yeah, snacks sound good right now, what do you have?”

“Ah. I was thinking we could have a meal, considering it is almost dinner time.”

“Sure! What are we having?”

“I was thinking, if you are amenable to it, that I could make shrimp alfredo. If you are not a fan, however, I will resolve to create something else.”

“Oh, I haven’t had shrimp in a while. I’d be willing to try it!”

Patton noticed as Logan’s eyes lit up, ever so slightly, at the agreement to try the food.

“That is acceptable, if you wish you may remain here as I start to cook the dish.”

“Alright!”

As Logan left the room, Patton lied down on the bed in there staring up at the ceiling. After a few minutes, everything seemed to drown out as he let his eyes rest a bit. It had been a rather long day, after all. In what felt like seconds, but was probably half an hour or so, Patton was being gently shaken awake.

“Apologies if I have startled you. Your food is on the desk over there.”

“Thank you,” Patton yawned, stretching and starting to get up to eat as Logan pulled notebooks out of his bag.

“If earlier discussions are true, you are interested in starting a dog walking business are you not?”

“Yeah,” Patton mumbled through a mouthful of food before swallowing to give a more in depth response. “I just think it would be a good way to earn money, and have some funds stored away.”

“That is understandable. Have you considered, perhaps, inviting the others to join in on this venture? We can work on prices and how best to even the amount everyone is earning at a later date.”

“Oh, alright. And no I hadn’t thought of that. Um… would the others even be interested?”

“Having some source of income, even if it is minimal due to the nature of the business, would be beneficial for everyone. As it would allow us funding for any projects of sorts.”

“Oh okay. That makes sense. I know you said we could talk about pricing and how much everyone gets at a later date. But maybe, if everyone agrees, we could have at least three dog walkers? It would help us get more funds for things.”

“That would be sufficient and efficient. Telling the others should be made a priority, as their help would be beneficial. Most likely, we will be able to figure out funds and payment another time.”

“Yeah, we should tell the others first if we’re wanting their help! Thank you Logan!”

#sanders sides #fanfiction #ts sides #thomas sanders sides #ts patton #patton sanders #ts logan #logan sanders

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discoknack · 10 months ago

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Ohh I wish I could get my brain to cooperate with anything, especially drawing. Anyway scales aren't so bad. Fur has much more surface area to clean! I wonder if the armor might help hide a bit; on the one hand, he's forced to resemble a cosplayer forever. On the other, his insane power level would make him a target wherever the Defense Force scans for that, huh.

The red bear theme reminds me a lot of Knack, hehe.

I'm assuming he's not a ghost for long? Temporary human body, how does that work...? Horrible smell...? Oh, duh! Magic. I imagine Larva 8 gave him quite a scare. Kafka goes to slurp up a little guy like he always does, but then it turns around to help him out with just that! Bet it felt great, though, to be a live warm-blooded(ish?) thing again instead of a memory or husk.

I'm not familiar with Madness Combat, but that route sounds like the poor guy's gonna suffer from sanity slippage. Undergoing tortuous procedures to be transformed into a greater being sounds traumatic as hell. Combine that with Larva 8, who's mainly concerned with kaiju things. You got the tormented human-animal and the... oblivious-to-dignity(?) kaiju-animal. He needs a buddy to help keep him grounded.

Species Swap: Kafka Hibino

I mentioned earlier that species swap are something I haven't really delved with Kafka. (Not including asks for obvious reasons.) Thus here are some ideas that came to mind and will be explored on further in their own potential posts.

Agunimon

Yup, not a Digimon that is in the Angoramon Line or GranDracmon line. (Although Kafka as an eldritch vampire would be an interesting sight.) I figured why not choose a childhood favorite instead.

How Kafka gets into this situation is funnily simple: Cursed Armor. In Digimon Frontier, the Warrior and Beast Spirits resemble armor that need to be collected by the respective chosen. Thus why not twist such a detail to something more...malicious.

Kafka discovers the cursed armor while cleaning the ruins of a hoarder house. A bet from his fellow Sweepers to put the items on is how it happens. Now Kafka doesn't fully look like Agunimon but instead more like a fusion.

Black hair that haphazardly fades to gold, beastlike features such as a bear snout alongside pointy ears hidden under the helmet, his pudgy wrestler body type remains, paw pads, tufts of gold fur, horns, then finally a chubby red dragon tail.

Now Kafka can turn back to human but for at most 6 hours on a good day. Otherwise he's forced to look like a beast. The armor pretty much haunts his wardrobe as it will come back no matter what he does.

If Kafka doesn't wear it from time to time then he runs the risk of his curse condition getting worse. You can bet your ass that his kaiju powers aggravated it even further. Finding body wash for scales is more difficult than fur.

Ghost

Kafka fucking dies! He perishes at the age of 26 after saving someone amidst a kaiju attack. This heroic deed doesn't go unpunished as the man had enough regrets in life(than an obviously violent death) for his spirit to linger.

Now a Shadow type specter, Kafka spends his afterlife trying to protect others and eating kaiju souls. The latter altering his ghostly form into something similar to Snatcher from A Hat In Time. 25 ft long serpentine body with three talon "paw" like hands, fluffy almost velvet fur like texture hide, and a jack-o'-lantern smile that can become sinister in seconds.

The Defense Force classify him as 'The Shadow' from his shadowlike appearance. It isn't uncommon for officers to come across him during missions with many failing to capture or kill the ghost. The Science Department has been trying to uncover scientific ways to do so, not supernatural.

It took some experimentation before he could create a temporary human body to inhabit. (Kafka might've robbed his own grave.) He works at the Monster Sweepers partly cause kaiju corpses often come with "free snacks" in the form of Honju and Yoju. Although a certain mosquito kaiju definitely had a mighty extra kick Kafka wasn't ready to handle.

It somehow made his temporary body "alive" and made his ghostly form more monstrous. Kafka rather not get killed again much less by the Defense Force. A second death can put him down for good.

MAG

Considering how many times Kafka failed the Entrance Exams for the Defense Force, what are the chances someone would take advantage of this? Such as his fate in this specific route where a mysterious man's innocent offer holds insidious motives. Kafka finds himself kidnapped and experimented on using kaiju DNA.

He becomes a MAG through these unethical experiments. A type of huge supersoldier known for their heightened aggression, unmistaking power but also programmed to take orders from handlers(like Madness Combat). Luckily Kafka manages to escape before he could be programmed into an 'attack dog'.

His MAG form stands around 15'6 with dark grey scales covering his sides/arms/legs/facial cheeks, long stretched mouth full of sharp jagged teeth like his kaiju form, long claws, pale red spikes on back/shoulders, raptor like feet, long black scaly tail, slitted red eyes and white piercing horns. Kafka's fate is split between two possible routes.

One route is being found by the Monster Sweepers who look after their mutated coworker. The other leads to Mina whose investigating the massacre of the very shadow organization that turned Kafka into a monster and linked various disappearances involving flunked examinees. It isn't hard to recognize her old friend despite his monstrous new form.

A certain small Kaiju might make things more chaotic in the process. Kaiju No.8 gonna look scarier and more aggressive than just bigger that's for sure. Although it might help Kafka compress his MAG form better with something to help stabilize it. Wouldn't make him human again but at least he can walk in building without needing to duck as much.

What do you guys think? For those curious, this is Angoramon and GranDracmon.

#zzz #sonicasura #discoknack #species swap

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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could you do the obey me brothers with a mc who hasnt celebrated christmas for a long time so they completely brushed it off, but end up really excited and kind of teary eyed at seeing all the brothers celebrating with them?

sorry if this is worded in a confusing way, my brain is scrambled rn💀

Don’t even worry, fam. We all got those days. If I don’t get another request from you, then I wish you a Merry Christmas!

Lucifer

He knows all about Christmas and how it’s a big deal in the human world. He’s seen the huge Christmas Tree in Time Square (bro I wish). He’s witnessed all the traditions for it as well. What he’s surprised about is that you don’t give it any thought.

So what does he do? He asks you about it, of course! You explain that you haven’t really celebrated it in a while, so you just treated it like any other winter day. You didn’t give it much thought, but Lucifer was scheming and planning.

He got Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Raphael, and his brothers on board. They were all going to surprise you with a Christmas party. They all agreed that you deserved it with all your hard work, after all.

So they all got to work. The oldest brother was impressed with everyone’s cooperation on this project, but he wasn’t gonna question or complain. He was the one that kept you out of the house all day as the others set the surprise up. He treated you to a nice lunch

When you came back, he opened the door for you. Upon that happening, you were attacked with the smell of gingerbread and peppermint. The house was completely decked out in decorations. Lucifer could feel his heart swell with pride as he heard you gasp out of pure shock and amazement, tears of joy leaking from your gorgeous eyes.

You went to hug the living daylights out of everyone. When everyone explained that it was your beloved Avatar of Pride’s idea to surprise you, you ran into his arms and pulled him into a kiss. Solomon used some magic to levitate some mistletoe over the both of you, and Asmo got the money shot. It would be a Christmas you could never forget.

Mammon

He has seen it all over Devilgram. Everyone was getting holiday pictures of their significant other or their families, and he can’t say that he wasn’t at least a tad bit jealous. Then he realized: you didn’t show any hype towards the holiday.

As a result, he decides that he’s gonna go out and buy you a bunch of presents. Whether you aren’t as enthusiastic or just had a bad experience, he’s gonna try and make this Christmas one you will remember forever.

He asks all of his brothers to get you to partake in typical Christmas activities. Sure, he wishes he was the one to build the gingerbread houses or help decorate the tree, but he put in the special request that he be the one to pick you up so you could put the star on the tree.

He had Asmo sending him half-hour updates on how you were doing. He grew a bit worried when he was receiving the messages that you looked a bit more downcast than usual. He knew that he had to hurry to get back to you.

Once he gets back to the HoL, he texts you and tells you to come outside. Once you open the door, you are met with your Avatar of Greed. He has the smuggest grin as he gives you some bags from a variety of different stores. You set them down and jumped into his arms, giving him a kiss.

While still carrying you, he marches you over to the tree, where he has to put you down and turn you around so that you are also facing the evergreen fir. He hands you the star, and he picks you up. You hold the tree in place as you put the star on the tree, where he looks up and sees that tears are streaming down your face and you are smiling.

Leviathan

Devilgram, Deviltube, even his freaking Email was flooded with Christmas deals on anime merchandise. He already bought the both of you a bunch of gifts, but he still felt as if something was missing. He realized that while he did buy you stuff, nothing was unique.

So he got to work. Night and day, he was working on his most precious and valuable present for you. You see, it was a romance simulator where you and he were the main love interests. There was only one ending, the ending where you both get so far in the relationship that he gets down on one knee on Christmas.

However, he knew that it would take you a while to get to that point. What he forgot about was that while he was working on this, he was neglecting you. You, as a result, grew sadder and sadder.

Once he deems it finished, he texts you to come to his room. When he sees that you were upset because of him, he feels horrible. On the plus side, he got you merch and made you a game that you should play… like right now.

He will have you sitting on his lap while you play. Please don’t look at his face, otherwise his already red face will become even redder. He loves seeing your surprise at the insane graphics and the great storyline.

He gets worried when tears start to fall out of your eyes. He asks you if you don’t like the gifts, but then you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a very long kiss. It took him a few minutes to actually reciprocate, but he was happy with this unexpected outcome.

Satan

Has most definitely read classic novels that detail family holiday celebrations, and most definitely wants to recreate the most romantic ones with you. He most definitely takes you out and gets a scope of the area.

He took you ice skating, which was quite the experience. You see, depending on your level of experience you both either danced on the rink with each other or he had your hands in his, leading you while also keeping you stable.

At one book store you both entered, the owner had put a branch of mistletoe over the door post. You and Satan both looked up and you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He made sure to close the door behind you.

What you didn’t know is that he knew what he was doing. Asmodeus was following you both, making sure to get the best pictures he could of the two of you in the moment rather than pausing it to preserve a smiling picture.

His plan was to get the film developed and make you a picture book that he has written, where under each picture, there was a reason why he loved you. 31 reasons, to be exact. For each of the days of December.

When he gave it to you at the end of the day on a bench, he grew a bit worried when he saw tears falling from your eyes. Then you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He was more than willing to continue, but considering you were out in public, he pulled away after a few seconds. You laid your head on his shoulder and you both just basked in each other’s company.

Asmodeus

He would take you to those places that have the Christmas themed photo backgrounds and take a whole bunch of pictures to post on his Devilgram. He even just sneaks some in-the-moment pictures to keep for himself. His camera roll is filled with photos of you.

Then he took you on a shopping spree. A lot of the shelves were empty because of other demons taking advantage of the Christmas discounts, but Asmo had already purchased all of your Christmas gifts. One of the cashiers had told you that you both make a cute couple.

You both made many memories that day. You spent it laughing and loving, and that’s how Asmo prefers it. So when you say that you haven’t celebrated Christmas in a long time, he was astonished. He’s a party animal, so he had the Shocked Pickachu face.

Once you both went back to the House of Lamentation, he sat you down in the living room and went to his room to retrieve your gifts from under his bed. He got you a lot of stuff that he wrapped in very fancy and elegant wrapping paper. But he knew which one he would give you first.

Going back to the living room, he placed the item in your lap. It was a teddy bear that was holding a heart, with ‘I love you, Y/N’ stitched into it. It was a simple gift, but to know that he went through the trouble of stitching the message…

He grew panicked when he saw the tears falling. However, every ounce of fear that he felt was washed away when you pulled him into a big hug. You uttered a small thank you through sniffles and he understood that they were tears of joy.

Beelzebub

Would love to spend the day in the kitchen with you. Have you ever heard the phrase, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”? Well, this is proved true with this guy. He would watch you bake cookies and would help you decorate them.

Whenever he looks at you, he has hearts in his eyes. He’s just so down bad for you. He also loves when you smile, so he’ll swipe some icing on your nose. That starts an icing war between the two of you, which ends up in the two of you spending 30 minutes cleaning.

When you both went to the living room to relax, he pulled you close to him and started cuddling the heck out of you. As you were cuddling, you both conversed about how you both celebrated the holidays in years past.

He was a bit shocked when you say you didn’t really celebrate for a long time. He then remembered that you said it in passing a little bit ago. He also remembered that he got you a couple of gifts while he was out eating, so he carried you to his room.

There, he handed you your presents one by one. They weren’t anything big, but they were sentimentally valuable. First was a pair of matching bracelets so that you’re always connected somehow. Next was a bunch of snacks he purchased. As he handed you the presents, he noticed that your hand started to shake.

He looked into your face and saw that you were on the verge of crying. He was about to ask what was wrong before you placed your hands on the sides of his face and pulled him into a kiss. He was taken by surprise, to say the least, but melted into it after a second.

Belphegor

Doesn’t want to go anywhere. He would rather sleep the day away with you. However, humans need food so he walks to the kitchen with you. Like Beel, he would watch as you made some Christmas themed meal for the both of you.

Before, he never knew how Lilith could love such a weak being. However, he changed. Now he’s staring at you with a lovesick gaze and grin, thanking the stars for letting him be this lucky. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, grateful to have you in his life.

You lean back in his grasp, and you both are just talking about anything and everything that came to mind in the moment. Every few seconds, you turn your head and give him a kiss. If anyone walked in, they would walk out so as to not disturb this moment.

When you say that it’s been a while since you’ve celebrated the holiday season, he has a subtle smirk. You see, he already knows because he’s heard you say it before. He’s prepared for this months in advance.

He had a little space on a hill all set up for a picnic under the stars. He had little fairy lights wrapped around the trees to give off a fair amount of light. But he grew panicked when you started crying but you just pulled him into a tight embrace, whispering a small thank you.

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bowandcurtsey · 4 years ago

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Hello Hello!

I was wondering if you could do Headcanons of Some of the Black Bull Members reacting to a Gn! reader who has this powerful magic (Which is up to you!) and they see it for the first time!

So the reader doesnt like using their magic a lot because they were bullied for it (Reason why is up to you!) So they are insecure about their magic!

But desperate times call for desperate measures! So during a mission they had to show the full extent of their magic and the Boys/Girls/Members are just blown away by it!

If you could add Yami and Asta in it That would be great! But other then those two you can do whoever you like from the Black Bulls!

ALSO!

I just wanted to say I love your writing! It’s truly amazing! I wish I could write like you! You’re also an amazing person! Keep up the good work!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

Take care <3

Oh bby, thank you for the compliments (〃´∀｀〃) You're too kind, really! Want to know a tip? Just start writing and continue doing it! i'm sure you'll improve! AND AND Maybe you do already write well!! Don't doubt yourself!

There's a similar fic about a powerful reader I wrote not too long ago, you can find it here!

Yami | Asta | Nacht x f! reader

Yami Sukehiro

Yami already knew you were powerful because of your ki. He knew you held back your powers from the look in your eyes. He was, after all, your other half.

When he first saw your full blown power, he gave a low whistle and went: "That's my girl," and he smirks his signature shit eating smirk.

He was so proud I'm telling ya, he most probably flaunts it to Julius which also goes all sparkly eye about it.

Would totally flaunt it to Nozel and Jack just to piss them off.

But anyway, when he first got the chance to, he would totally come up to you and compliment you. But y'know, not anything fussy because this man tries to act all cool about it.

Probably something like, "that was some godly ass spell, baby."

Eventually you told him that you were always made fun of whenever you used your power in the past, so you were self conscious about it.

"Tell me who are they, Imma whoop their ass when I see them" he'd say at first, just to goof around and make you laugh.

But eventually he'll tell you, "you don't have to care about what others think of you baby, you know that you're an exceptionally amazing magic user yourself."

Basically just good ol Yami being a sweetheart and daddy.

Asta

This boy always believed you were an amazing person. Well he thinks that everyone is amazing no matter what, especially so when you're his other half.

But when you released your ultimate magic, his jaws dropped and his eyes were widened in shock.

He was so dazzled by your powers, there was tears in the corner of his eyes. because he was so proud of you for achieving this level of power.

When he realises that you had this power in you all along, he definitely gets mind blown and he gets stunned momentarily.

And when he finally gets his head around it, his mouth and his brain could not cooperate. "WHAYY??"

"I mean, WHY?? AND WHAT makes you think this way?!"

"Aren't they the same meaning babe?" you had to ask him.

But anyway, you told him that it was because you got beaten up by your parents when you were younger whenever you used too much of your magic and overpowered your brothers. It didn't look good on the men in the family.

Again he was bewildered by how your family thought, but he didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying anything nasty about your family.

Instead, he told you, "babe, from now onwards, can you always unleash your full potential and even surpass your limits? We can train together and protect each other!"

Nacht Faust

He remained all cool and he barely flinched when he witnessed your powers. But just a glimmer of a second, his lips curled upward in a tiny smile.

Deep inside, he was genuinely surprised since he always thought he needed to protect you. After thinking about it, he knew from your personality that you were a strong and resilient person, so having this extent of magic shouldn't be that far fetched.

He would then casually tease you about it. "Didn't know my sweet little kitten was actually a lioness~"

Of course you were already back to your usual humble self, and denied that you were really strong.

He eventually asked why did you supress your powers all the time and you told him that it was because in war it's never a win-win but a lose-lose, and you don't really like the idea of that and that you feel anxious when you killed someone.

He immediately understood. You were just too kind and would only use your magic to heal instead to harm.

From then on, he still continued to protect you so that you didn't need to fight. He would never let you do anything you didn't like to do.

-end-

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eleanorfenyx · 2 years ago

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For the ask game:

What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

What is your most underrated fic?

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

♥ Thank you for sending something back! Also in order of asking (and with the numbers of the asks fixed as promised lol):

(here's the link to the askgame for anyone curious)

5: Perfect environment to write in? - I wish I could say it's something nice and healthy-sounding like at my desk with a cup of hot chocolate yada yada yada but it is, unfortunately, in the dark in the middle of the night writing furiously on my phone to get my insomnia to be quiet and let me sleep. There's just something about that perfect storm of circumstances that leads me to bang out thousands of words at a time, thumbs flying, even if I'm super stuck every time I open my laptop when I could get so much more done so much faster if my brain would cooperate. So weird!

9: AU's vs. canon divergence vs. canon-compliant? - I've written all three and I really love them all in different ways at different times, but I think my favorite right now is AU's. I've been doing ones inspired by other media as well as just straight AU's (i.e. my Pacific Rim 3zun-centric AU vs. my ensemble/multiship 90's Strip Mall AU) and they're both super fun. I really really love getting to the point where I feel like I know characters well enough that I feel like I can pluck them up out of their source material and redesign their world to something new. Plus I get a really big kick out of people commenting that my characterization still feels realistic to them even when the circumstances are so different from canon.

12: A trope I haven't written but want to? - I think I'd really like to do something with identity porn/mistaken identity/shenanigans. I'm a big fan of miscommunication (done well, not just to draw things out unnecessarily [I have noped out of so many dramas for committing this crime against my sensibilities]) and I think that identity shenanigans can play into that really well. I read a lot of them and I think they're really fun, so I think I'd enjoy doing that sometime. Either that or mind-reading stuff like Cherry Magic AU's and the like, that also seems like such a good time.

16: My most underrated fic? - Hmm it's a bit of a tough choice. I think right now I feel like my ongoing 3zun-centric Pacific Rim AU 'Soldier, Poet, King' isn't getting nearly as much attention as I'd thought it might when I first started writing it. Pacific Rim AU's used to be everywhere back in the day and people ate that shit up like it was candy, and I suppose I'd expected that same excitement to still be around because why wouldn't people be excited about giant love-powered robots fighting aliens? I also started writing it while there was still a lot of really active buzz about Xiran Jay Zhao's fantastic 'Iron Widow', so the timing felt right and I'm really proud of what I've done for it so far, but alack alas it (feels like it) is going largely ignored. (Even accounting for the fact that 3zun is a much less popular ship than Wangxian, it still feels weirdly quiet)

18: A line/scene that I'm proud of and some commentary for it? - Two years ago almost to the day, I wrote/posted some of my first fic for CQL. It's a relatively short re-imagining of the Jingshi scene in episode 43, when Wei Wuxian is realizing that if he has no one else he still has Lan Wangji, and he comes in out of the cold to sit with his zhiji. They have a brief conversation about the time Lan Wangji spent waiting for Wei Wuxian and mourning him, and have this brief exchange:

“What if I had never come back?” [Wei Ying] whispers and the quiet heartbreak that shatters through Lan Zhan’s stoic facade steals his breath straight out of his lungs.

“I would have hoped for another lifetime together to be kinder to us.”

I'm still really proud of this even though it's so simple and I've written just shy of 800k other words, according to my AO3 stats. I think it really sums up Lan Wangji and his love for Wei Wuxian. If given no other choice but to wait then that's what he'll do, and he would have done it hoping that he and Wei Wuxian would be given another chance one day, because one lifetime just was not going to be enough. Like it would have hurt and he would have been in mourning until the moment of their unknown second chance arrived - and probably after too - but he would have seen no choice but to wait and hope. I feel like I hit the core of Lan Wangji's characterization (in the ways I want to write him, anyway) so it still colors everything I do with him in it.

20: Favorite minor character I've written? - MO. XUANYU. But particularly my Mo Xuanyu from my time-travel fix-it universe that was begun in my first ever longfic and has now spiralled outward into a much bigger universe than I'd originally thought it would. So basically Mo Xuanyu in this universe had the chance to grow up in Koi Tower from a young age, but a Koi Tower in which Jin Zixuan is the Sect Leader and Jin Guangshan is already dead. So he gets a very large, loving family who supports him and loves him for his oddities and his gender fuckery - that is 100% my self-projection - based solely on the fact that he was known in canon for wearing makeup. Like I took that and RAN with it, and now in my universe he's essentially a full-time feminine cross-dresser, though he identifies as both masculine and feminine and isn't too fussed about picking one or the other. He's everything I wish my gender fuckery could be, and I love him and want all good things for him, so I'm very attached to him. The very close runner up is my Lan Jingyi, both in that universe and in a more canon-compliant setting, so I feel like it's no wonder I got it in my head that they should be together in my fix-it universe lol.

#the untamed fanfic #ask game #scarlet-gryphon #I feel so weird talking about Soldier Poet King as underrated because it feels like I'm whining #but it's so weird to me that almost 70k words in it has less than 3k hits #like even if it wasn't my story I'd find that super weird in a fandom this big #especially considering my other 3zun longfics are my 2nd and 4th most popular fics by hitcount

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lokiskitten · 4 years ago

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Request for @brat-blog-2 !!

Loki Laufeyson | dark obsession

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : after Loki takes over Asgard and becomes king, he is now finally able to tear you away from his brother’s grip, before deciding to make you pay for it.

warnings : cursing, degrading, physical abuse, mental abuse, biting, none/co, smut, unprotected sex, physical manipulation, lack of after care.

PLEASE, this imagine contains NONE/CO. Do not read it if it’s a subject that you’re uninterested/sensitive with. All irrelevant comments will be deleted. Now, to all the people that are willing to read, enjoy! :D

Groans exit your lips as you were forcefully dragged all the way up to Odin’s throne, which had now unfortunately become Loki’s- and that against everyone’s will. Most of the Asgardians had decided to submit to their new savior, however you decided not to take part in this petty move and remain faithful to the people you believe deserved it, such as Thor or Odin. Unfortunately, this attitude easily led you to get in trouble with the king and his surroundings, remaining unaware that Loki had been obsessing over you for a while now which allowed you to avoid great moments of anxiety. But now, you had just gotten caught, and escaping felt absolutely impossible.

The guards’ grip tightened around your fragile arms as they forced you on your knees before Loki’s sat silhouette, wishing to avoid accidentally letting you go which would’ve risked to annoy their king. The raven haired man’s green eyes looked down at you, smirk appearing onto his devilish lips as you progressively started to feel more and more uncomfortable about his intense stare. Thankfully, hatred managed to drag you out of this shame hole, giving you strength to stand up face to this man who claimed to be your king though he truly was nowhere near reaching this rank. “Ah, at last. You almost made me wait.” He spoke, raspy voice echoing through the large room. And as you continued to physically and mentally struggle, Loki carried on talking.

“You gave me a really hard time, in fact.” He explained, causing you to cringe as you truly did not look forward to discovering the double meaning hiding behind this creepy sentence. Getting up from where he had been sitting, the man accepted to remove his horns before taking a couple of steps down the luxurious throne which once belonged to his adoptive father. Watching him near you stroke another shockwave of hatred through your body, head looking up as you were no longer fighting the guards grip- or at least not physically. “Tell me... Why keep fighting it? All you have to do is give in. Forget about the past, and become my queen.” He purred, though you felt nowhere near softened by his devilish words.

“You are not king.” The words escaped your lips like the purest yet sneakiest venom. Hearing this sentence, Loki groaned and turned around in order to refrain from allowing his anger to take over his calm yet frustrated mindset. “I’m a better king than you’ve ever known.” Loki spoke lowly, hand forming a fist in anticipation of your next, surely offensive, answer. “You are nothing compared to your brother!” You dared to affirm, head dangerously moving closer to his silhouette through the words’ hatred. This sentence crossed a line which probably should’ve been kept intact, easily leading Loki to unleash his anger out on your left cheek. The back of his hand collided with your face as he turned around in a fast manner, your head and upper body propelled backwards due to the imminent shock you had just received.

A small wince escape your lips, Loki’s silhouette now hovering above yours as the guards took a step back in order to leave some space for their king to outburst. “I am ten times the king he will ever be, you little quim! And you’re just a fool for believing otherwise.” Progressively, his tone lowered, entire being calming down as his hand travelled to your bruised cheek. “I could show you a good time... and that only if you agree to give in.” The young man proposed, though the physical contact was soon broken by your strong attitude. Shaking your head in an attempt to make his hand back away from your face, a sigh escaping Loki’s lips as he seemingly agreed to take a step back and watch your pathetic self struggle helplessly.

“Alright. Have it your own way then.” He affirmed, green eyes drifting up to his guards, a move which was accompanied by a simple nod of his head. Instantly, your arms were trapped by their palms, body dragged away towards god knew where whilst Loki frustratedly made his way back to the throne. Screams exited your lips as you had completely gave up on any form of dignity, though it wasn’t as if Loki hadn’t proceeded to completely steal it from you barely a couple of seconds ago.

[...]

After spending the rest of your day locked away in the dungeons, body sitting down against the wall whilst trying to contain it’s need of food and water, an unexpected visit occurred. Before you could even tell, Loki turned out to be standing before your quivering frame, refraining from making physical contact with you as he simply waited for the moment where you would finally notice his presence. Barely looking up, you decided to offer him no form of attention as you knew that it was something that made his blood boil. “It would be foolish to ignore my presence.” Loki explained, kneeling before your folded self. Your face looked away, jaw clenching in an upset and painful manner.

Seeing how you seemingly weren’t willing to properly cooperate, the demigod rose from the floor and made his way towards your bed which had graciously been gifted by the dungeons services. He sat down, legs remaining spread as his bulge pressed against the elastic fabric of his suit. Finally agreeing to look up, a blush spread over your cheeks when you made eye contact with the man who was now your king. Gasping uncomfortably, your hands immediately decided to push down the fabric of your dress in order to hide the leftovers of flesh which weren’t covered by the thin piece of fabric. Even with the attitude your carried, your instincts forced you to go humble face to the threat of male gaze.

“If I may, I think you look alluring alluring.” Loki confessed, green eyes moving up from your body to your face. It didn’t take long for you to understand the man’s intention- like a doe being preyed by a dangerous cheetah in the mountains. Noticing that the door had been left unlocked since the king remained in your cell, you decided to attempt the impossible by getting up to your feet and rushing towards the exit. Unfortunately, and quite unexpectedly, Loki’s silhouette summoned before you could reach the see through wall, stopping you in your track. Thankfully, this vision was nothing but a clone yet which still successfully managed to make you back away in fear as your eyes stared straight into his smirking features.

Your feet bumped against the edge of the bed, making you fall back as the real Loki got up right in time to avoid your silhouette. The demigod joined his clone with a chuckle, both of them looking down at you in amusement as your troubled mind couldn’t manage to figure out who the real Loki was. The only object which turned out to be in your reach was a book, and your hand didn’t waste any time before taking a firm hold of it in order to throw it at your abuser. Unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to tell which one of them was real- and seeing how you had one chance out of two to miss, your brain took a decision rather quickly... but unfortunately, it didn’t turn out to be efficient. The book passed straight through the projected figure of Loki, landing onto the floor shortly before the clone faded away from your sight.

A disappointed sigh escaped Loki’s lips as your eyes stared at his face in fear. “That was audacious. It’s a shame that your instincts decided to lead you towards the wrong path.” The king affirmed before taking ahold of your ankles, easily managing to get on top of your fragile self. You squirmed, head tilting back as you wrists were now trapped by his strong hold. “Can’t you see that I want you. I need you, my dear.” Loki confessed roughly, face buried against your neck as he kept on kissing and licking your warm flesh. You exhaled loudly, refraining from moaning as this unwanted gesture would’ve only encouraged the madman through his acts.

Soon enough, your mind and body both agreed that it was time for you to stop fighting it, arms helplessly laying beside your head as the demigod continued to do whatever he wished of your body. Thankfully, emptying the rest of the cells had been one of the first things that Loki did shortly after becoming king- which offered you both complete privacy. His hand roamed your clothed waist, the other one taking a rough hold of your breast he’s seemingly been wishing to touch for a long time now. You could feel his teeth biting at your jawline, probably creating bruises which you wouldn’t get to see until the moment you’d be free from his grip and facing your own reflection in the mirror.

Almost carefully, Loki sat you up before pulling your dress over your body, naked silhouette now exposed to his sight as you had never felt more vulnerable in your whole entire life. Soon enough, he decided that it was your turn to return the gesture, limbs falling back besides his own body as a smile appeared on his face. “Undress me.” Loki demanded calmly, green orbs looking at your scared self as he admired the way you still found the strength to fight the situation. Carefully, his hand traveled up to your chest, index and middle finger pressing against your sternum as his facial expressions were now stern. “Undress me.” Loki repeated, green mist swirling around his fingers and magically penetrating through your skin.

Nearly instantly, your brain was intoxicated with the painful grip which was Loki’s magic. Forced to obey, your hands moved up to his shoulders as you started to remove his first layers of clothing. Surprisingly enough, and as difficult to figure out as his suit could be, you managed to remove the layers of clothes as if you’ve been doing this for your entire life. Though, even if you obeyed his orders and successfully managed to undress the demigod, your soul remained empty from any forms of emotions- which was soon to become a dislike for the unamused god of mischief.

The man now sat shirtless face to your naked self, magic exiting your body as he forcefully laid you back down against the rough sheets. It felt as if you had just awoken from a dream, eyes blinking curiously as you barely managed to understand what was going on around yourself nor properly get back into reality. All you could feel were Loki’s hand on you as his clothed crotch pressed against your bare one, happy grunts and hungry moans escaping his lips as he let his lust out on the skin of your neck. His boner was undeniable, and your scent penetrating through his nostrils only managed to make it swell even harder as it prepared for the upcoming penetration.

On another hand, you turned out to have a hard time getting any wet, as the thought of having to submit to his demands made you feel sick in your stomach. However, nature was soon to take over as the feeling of his crotch against yours uncontrollably caused your genitals to throb and moisten- preparing for intercourse just like Loki’s. His head moved down to your chest, lips easily wrapping around your nipple which he religiously suckled on. Your eyelids shut close in order to avoid paying too much attention to the multiple sensations going through your body at the moment, though it was becoming harder and harder seeing how Loki truly didn’t help.

Climbing back to your face, both of your crotches aligned again as his hand moved down in order to lazily pull his own pants down, and that just enough for his member to be set free. A wince escaped his lips due to the friction the movement managed to create for his cock to enjoy, warm tip colliding with your clit as Loki took a couple of seconds to blindly align his length with your slightly moist entrance. His lips pressed against yours as his warm member slid inside of your core, a loud yet deep and creepy moan escaping his lips as his bare stomach collided with your skin.

Never once you believed ending up having to submit to such an act in your life, and yet here you were : laying down in the arms of a man you were meant to despise. However, the intercourse technically remained none consensual. As soon as he had reached balls deep, the demigod took a couple of seconds to catch his breath as this first sexual contact was visibly sending him head over heels. At least, one of you was having fun. You adjusted the position of your legs against the bed, leading Loki to do same as you could feel his stomach bulge every time he breathed in. “Fuck, my darling... you know how to make your king happy.” The man praised with a grin before starting to thrust in and out of your entrance.

A gentle hiss exited your closed mouth as Loki allowed multiple winces to escape his parted lips, his head tilting back in pleasure whilst your breasts bounced generously every time his balls collided with your ass. Once in a while, you noticed that the god of mischief would stop and enjoy some cosy time inside of your warm and soaked self as he caught his breath, hand always pressed against your cheek as he either kissed you or stared right into your eyes. Then, he would begin to thrust again and allow more frustrated groans to escape his lips as his body took care of slowly building up it’s owner’s climax.

His mouvements were soon to become sloppier, betraying the undeniable fact that your partner was soon going to release his semen against your cervix. Of course, from where you patiently laid, you couldn’t help but apprehend this moment as your worst fear was for him to cum inside of you and cause a pregnancy you did not want to occur. Finally, a moan escaped the man’s lips as he paused inside of you, the lower part of his shaft moving in waves as his scrotum throbbed and twitched. Your greatest fear had just come to reality as you could sense the thick and warm liquid stain your walls, grin appearing on Loki’s seemingly satisfied face.

“Oh my lord.. that felt so nice. I’m afraid I couldn’t thank you enough.” He confessed whilst looking down at you, shortly after managing to wash away his orgasm. Pulling out of you and causing a sudden emptiness to take over your stretched pussy, a couple of more droplets of white semen leaked out of his tip which he made sure to wipe off against your sensitive clit. Your jaw clenched as you tried your best to remain calm though your heart was rushing due to your ovaries receiving the needed ingredient to produce a living being. “I can’t wait for you to give birth to my heir.” He affirmed, sat down on the edge of the bed as he lazily pulled his pants back up.

This sentence was enough to pull you out of your daytime nightmares only to dip you into a worse one, eyes filled with fear and hatred staring up at him in a determined manner. A dark chuckle escaped Loki’s lips as he seemed to appreciate your reaction, feeling amused by behaving as if he didn’t know that was something you wouldn’t enjoy. Mental torture was in fact his favorite. “But don’t you worry my darling, I will make sure to find time through my many duties in order to visit you often.” The demigod added, confirming the fact that you probably wouldn’t get to leave this cell until your pregnancy was led to term.

Sorry for being so inactive! Here’s an imagine I hope y’all can enjoy. Unfortunately, I think I’ve been shadowbanned. ( @delightfulheartdream )

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson fanfic #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson smut #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #marvel #marvel imagine #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston fluff #Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston smut

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sadunicorn47 · 3 years ago

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The Savior ~ A Loki x Reader story~

Summary: Loki's previous trip to earth as D.B Cooper was just a simple prank amongst brother; there was absolutely no hidden agenda behind it whatsoever; certainly was not a way for Loki to take a peek at his so called destined soulmate. Y/N has not had an easy life, and has been hurt by the world way too many times. Can she trust her destined soulmate, or is she too far gone to love and be loved? This story is full of love, heartbreak as well as whole lot of mischief and many talks about past abuse.

Chapter 13: Jealousy, Jealousy.

My first day out of the cell and Hydra agents came in trying to take my girl. Not only that, but I was useless without my magic. Yes I am stronger than the measly Midgardians , but if I had my magic I would have wiped their existence with a snap of my fingers.I had to figure out a way out of these cuffs and soon.

My door knocked and in came my brother without waiting for my confirmation.

" I am just checking on you, brother."

" As you can clearly see, I am okay."

" Your soulmate who, I can see you care about dearly was attacked today and has been sleeping for the past 4 hours, because of how much energy she has drained. It is okay to be frustrated Loki, I am here if you need me."

" She wouldn't have needed to drain herself if I had my magic, you know very well how I can heal myself."

" Brother, I cannot take the cuffs out now; we just got Tony to agree to let you out. Besides, your father is the only one who can give the ok on your magic back."

" HE IS NOT MY FATHER."

" Loki..."

Before the big oaf could complete his sentence, a loud scream interrupted him. A scream that was too close and too familiar for my liking.

I widened my eyes knowing that it belonged to y/n.

Me and Thor immediately ran out of my room and went straight to hers.

The solider had also heard the screams and had reached her room faster than us.

She was having a nightmare.

I looked at Thor, not knowing what to do. I didn't have my magic to just take it away.

Apparently, James had other plans and immediately went to my soulmate's sides and enveloped her in a much too tight hug.

My blood boiled.

I was the only one allowed to hold her.

I went to her side as well and tried to wake her up.

She did thankfully.

I tried to comfort her and take her away from the solider, but she jumped from my touch and scooted closer to him.

" Get them away , get them away." She cried into James shoulders.

" It was just a nightmare doll, no one is here" he said as he brushed her hair.

He held here even tighter and started to rock her a bit.

I couldn't stand to see this much longer.

I was delusional to think she could ever feel safe with me, that she could ever love me.

She already loved the solider.

She preferred his touch over mine.

Come to think of it, she has never allowed me to touch her other than yesterday when she healed me.

She is repulsed by me.

I ran out of the room and into mine.

Thor had cane after me , but I had threatened to shove his dick up his own ass if he did not leave me alone.

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I woke up curled into James arms. He had also fallen asleep.

I must have had a nightmare. He was always there to comfort me, when I was afraid.

He obviously sensed my movement, as he woke up as well.

" Hey, you okay?"

" Yea, I feel my energy back."

" You should, it has been 10 hours." He said as he looked at the time on his watch.

" Wow, that's a long time."

" Tony will forever nickname you sleeping beauty now."

I chuckled, knowing how true his words are.

"What was your nightmare about?"

" I don't wanna talk about it. It was something that happened while you where in the ice."

He sighed and looked down with guilt.

" James, you couldn't have done anything."

" I know, but I wish I could. You are my family, my sister basically. I could have gotten us out sooner."

" You where brain washed half of the time."

" Ya, anyways. Let's go and have some food I am starving."

I nodded at him and followed him out of bed.

" Wait, let me get Loki."

Bucky stiffened, as I knocked the door of his room.

I knocked and knocked, but no answer.

"Hey, Jarvis .. where is Loki?"

~ He appears to be in his room, but he has been ignoring all knocks on his door today miss. Y/n~

That was weird. Why was he ignoring me?

Maybe he didn't know it was me?

" Loki, open up it is me."

" I don't think he will open." James said.

" Why?"

" He sort of stormed off when You refused his comfort and chose mine, when you had your nightmare."

" I did?"

" I think he doesn't know the nature of our relationship y/n."

James was right, Loki did always hate the mention of James.

However, Loki should not shut me out just cause of a miss understanding.

If he wants to act like a kid, then so will I.

" If he wants to know the nature of our relationship, he should have asked."

With that I stormed off as well and went to the kitchen.

I was hungry and I needed some food in me.

" Sleeping beauty has finally awaken"

I ignored tony as I rummaged through the kitchen. I was angry and hungry.

" There is lasagna in the fridge." Natasha stated.

I got out the entire pan that still hadn't completely cooled off and started to eat straight from the pan.

" You know, this was meant for all of us right?"

" Can it Tony."

" Who woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

" She is just mad at Loki." James started

"Has he been ignoring you too?" Thor asked.

I nodded.

" Don't take it personally, my brother is not the best at handling any type of emotions. Let alone jealousy."

" He should talk to me about it first Thor, instead of acting like a baby."

" You are right my lady, but Loki has always felt unworthy of love. He was alway jealous of me , and thought our parents loved me more. "

My heart broke at Thor's confession.I didn't know Loki had felt all of that. I guess we really hadn't gotten to the deep talks yet.

" I will go see him after I am done eating."

I was already half way through the pan. I surprised even myself. I had never eaten this much food.

" You have an appetite of an Asgardian , my lady"

" It is probably from the force field you created" Bruce started.

" What do you mean?"

" I have been trying to monitor your abilities , so far there is one pattern. Which is you always need to recharge after using your powers; when you heal people you need to sleep in order to get back your healing energy as in normal humans sleep helps in healing. As for the force field, I am assuming it takes a lot of energy, meaning you burn a lot of calories and your body needs to compensate that with food."

" Hydra never gave me enough to eat, just to survive; is that why I was never able to do a force field before?"

" I believe so."

Bruce's analysis had me thinking.

If only hydra knew that giving me food instead of torturing me would have unlocked even more powers.

" Y/N " Natasha called out.

" Yes?"

" We need to start training you, in combat and at your powers."

I obviously had a fearful look in my eye, because James held my shoulders and whispered to me that the training here wasn't like hydra.

Still too many memories, just started flashing again and I could already feel my breathing deepen.

I excused myself as calmly as I could and went back to my room.

I was trying to calm myself down, but I couldn't.

My breathing was getting shorter and shorter.

I didn't know what to do.

~ Mrs, you seem to be having a panic attack; Who would you like me to call out for you~

" Loki"

In a matter of seconds, I heard my door unlocked and Loki getting down to me and asking me to follow his breathing.

" Just like that, little one follow my breath."

" Now, do as I say; Inhale through your nose for 4 seconds."

4 3 2 1

" Now hold your breath for 7 seconds."

7 6 5 4 3 2 1

" Now let it out through your mouth in 8 seconds."

8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

"Again."

I did this for a few more times until I felt my body calming.

" Where did you learn this?" I asked him.

" I had been researching all day on ways I can help you with to calm you down that didn't need magic."

" Thank you."

" What happened?"

I didn't want to talk about it, but I also knew I had to make Loki understand some of my fears as well.

" Natasha mentioned that I would start training, and well I panicked because Hydra had a horrible way in their trainings and The memories just flashed."

" Was that what you had a nightmare about?"

I shook my head.

" No.. Hydra didn't like that I would need to sleep after healing someone...."

I stopped talking and he held my hands.

" You don't have to tell me if you can't."

" I want to." I said as I squeezed his hands harder.

" They would torture me to keep me awake, but no matter what they did I would still fall asleep even in the middle of torture since every time they either electrocuted me or punched me I would heal instantly which also resulted in me getting more sleepy. "

Tears where going down my face now, fearing what Loki would think of me if I confessed what had happened next.

" Please don't think of me any less." I said with obvious shaking in my voice.

" Why would I ever think anything bas about you , little one."

I took a deep breath.

" They discovered that while physical torture wouldn't keep me awake, but when mixed with psychological it would."

Loki tensed

" They would have their way with me, non stop."

Loki's hands left mine and he got up.

He paced around the room and punched the wall , leaving a big hole in the room.

I cried harder this time, knowing that he was now repulsed by me.

Loki noticed and quickly came back to my side.

" You don't have to come closer. I know I am disgusting."

He came even closer

" Darling, no ,no I was just angry; not at you. I would never be disgusted by you, non of this was your fault. You are the most perfect person I have met. You are my soulmate, my other half. I will not rest until I have taken down this organization and killed every person in it."

I looked at him and saw the genuine look in his eyes.

" Can I hug you?"

I nodded, as he carried me to his lap and cuddled me. I also wrapped my arms around him and snuggled closer.

" There is nothing going on between me and James; he is like my brother. I was just used to going to him for safety for years."

" I know darling, I am sorry I over reacted."

I could still feel him tense

" You make me feel safe Loki, I have never felt safer until this moment."

I could feel his muscles relax as he kissed my forehead.

I melted at his touch.

It was true, I really had never felt this safe.

I was falling hard for him and fast.

#loki x reader #loki x abused reader #loki fluff #loki jealous #loki x you #loki x original female character

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mooneloquence · 3 years ago

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•They say you're dangerous, but you're my safe. 💜🧡 for the Wizards.

Hey! It's been a little while, but I'm still studying while filling these. This prompt gave me a ton of ideas, and none of them were canon compliant lol. This is an au, and one that's been on my mind for a while. All you need to know is Bren never broke (outwardly) after Ikithon's test and went on to become his right hand man, I believe the rest is pretty clear in this! Thank you so much for the prompt, anon 💜 I really hope you like how this turned out! I'm still taking prompts from here, send me an ask!

Cw: implied/referenced non-consensual drugging.

They say you're dangerous, but you're my safe. (1.3k words, T)

Solitude and confinement were driving him mad, that had to be it. There was no other reasonable explanation for what was going on in his mind. The scourger? Really? Certainly he was far more agreeable than any other person that had come into contact with him during the last... he couldn't remember. Time was one of his specialties, and he couldn't remember how long he'd been trapped in what Trent Ikithon called a guest room in only the Light knew where.

Still, that was no excuse to be thinking of him like that. It was true that there was something in his demeanor that intrigued him: it was in the way he talked and the way there always seemed to be an inquisitive glint to his eye, as if trying to discern something about Essek but could not be sure of it quite yet. It was probably just part of their training, he told himself. The scourger wanted to get in his good graces however possible so that he would more readily cooperate when his master forced him to work on the Beacon. He knew he could not let that happen.

Except that it already had.

The hour they spent together every day was the only good thing he had to look forward to. Bren said that his longer stays in the heavily warded room were not something Ikithon was aware of. Ha. As if he, a dunamantic prodigy and Shadowhand of the Bright Queen, were naive enough to believe that. But if it made the human happy to keep up the charade, who was he to stop him? No matter what Ikithon said, he was a prisoner there, even if his cell was a decent room and not a dingy hole on the wall.

They had met on his third day of captivity after fleeing the Dynasty to avoid being executed for treason when they inevitably found out. It had been four years, and they were getting so close to the truth he could practically feel the shackles around his wrists, the nullifying collar around his neck. Essek didn't believe in fate nor divine justice, so it was just his luck that the Assembly had found him like a ripe plum hanging from a branch. All they'd needed to do was—pluck him for themselves.

His mind was still a bit hazy with the bitter drug they gave him in the mornings to keep him docile and without access to his magic when the door opened and in came a man. He carried a tray with food, and his rolled-up sleeves left the mazes of black ink on his forearms out in the open for anyone to see.

"You're dangerous," said Essek, brain too muddled to ask what he really wanted to know. Why do they send a scourger to bring me food?

Apparently, it had been enough for the man to know what he was getting at. "You as well, Herr Thelyss," he replied, his accented voice surprisingly genial. Essek just stared at him. Drugged like this, he was no more dangerous than a newborn kitten, and they both knew it.

After that, Bren had introduced himself. At first, the drow had refused to hold a conversation with him, but after what seemed like months, his resistance was weathered down. Besides, if he played his cards right, he might convince the younger wizard to help him escape; wishful thinking, but his best shot at getting away with his head still on his shoulders. The scourger was interesting—much more interesting than the insultingly small amount of books he'd been allowed, half of which were in Zemnian and thus unintelligible for him—and he didn't know when, but he had started to think of him as his safe space in this hostile place. Their relationship was hinged in manipulation and deception, but that didn't mean he was not allowed to find solace in the company. During that time, he had also noticed that he felt a little bit stronger every day, even if they kept drugging him every morning. It could just be that his body was getting used to the foul substance, but that did not explain why Bren always asked him how he was feeling that day at the start of their conversations. Essek suspected he was planning something, but he could never decipher what it was, and Bren always skirted around his careful prodding.

It only served to make him more intriguing. And Light be damned, Essek was attached.

Under any other circumstances, he would have welcomed the sound of numerous locks being opened that signified the arrival of food and company for the day. But wary as he was, he only turned away from the door, moodily staring at the stone brick wall.

No more than a few seconds later, the door closed.

"How are you feeling, Herr Thelyss?"

That was the strange part. Essek felt completely fine, his mind clear as the night sky during a crisp winter. He had not dared to attempt magic, not wanting to risk disappointment after many iterations of the same. Still, he replied plainly, "Normal."

Bren left the food tray on the small wooden desk that matched the chair Essek was currently on. "Normal enough to use your magic?"

He frowned. "Why do you care so much?" he asked, suspicion poisoning his mood further. If he told him, he might tell his masters, and who knew what they would do if they found out.

Silence.

After a while, soft footsteps went around the desk and by his chair; Bren came into view.

"Because I have heard of your prowess in your field, and I need you in optimal shape if we are to get away from here and kill Ikithon."

Essek studied him without saying a word. The guarded scheming was no longer present in the scourger's blue eyes, replaced by firm, earnest conviction.

"Do you truly believe me so naive?" he replied coolly. But it made sense, it made all the sense. That was it, the missing puzzle piece. Still, he didn't want to believe it. Bren furrowed his brow, lowering to a crouch before him.

"I have planned this for so long, even before you were here. I— I have seen what that man is capable of, I have experienced it first-hand. He is a cancer in my nation, Essek, and this is the first time I've had the hope of actually being able to excise it." From under his jacket, Bren produced a brass amulet molded and engraved to resemble a closed eye. He offered it to him. "Do you trust me?"

Did he? He wanted to say no. "Yes." A terrible decision had gotten him to where it was, what was one risk more to him? Taking the amulet from Bren's open palm, he inspected it, wanting to Identify it, but of course, he was missing his focus. Almost like he was able to read his mind, Bren took out the platinum and amethyst ring from another pocket. Essek accepted it. The room was most probably proofed against teleportation, but still that was a risky gamble on the human's part; if his master's prisoner was capable of magic, he could find himself crushed into bloody pulp in a matter of seconds.

"A token of my trust," he said. "Your spellbook is still under Ikithon's protection; I'm sorry."

Essek nodded. He still remembered the absolute, disgusting greed and satisfaction in the old man's eyes when his Wristpocket had been dispelled, the elegant tome bound in blue leather finally in his hands.

Putting the ring on, he made a gesture and his eyes flashed silver for a moment. An Amulet of Proof Against Detection and Location. He put it on. "I assume you intend to execute your plan today, yes?"

"I do, but, ah, you need to attune to that for a while first, an hour."

"Then, you have that long to tell me about it, Bren. I am all ears."

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