#I would be happy if they both survived and lived happily ever after...

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Rethinking about the roles of Smitten and Skeptic and I think I understand why these two had never met each other one on one

(Again, very messy ramble, so be warned)

(You’re welcome to add more onto this in the tags)

It’s because of how their core selves, the reason how they were created, were complete opposites of each other, that there is no way for them to meet each other naturally

Opportunist and Hunted were able to meet naturally because of how they’re both survival tactics (socially and physically)

Stubborn and Broken are our reactions towards challenges (rivalry and submission)

Cold and Paranoid are reactions towards pain

And Contrarian and Cheated are reactions on the whole “nothing ever matters so might as well have fun!!!! :DDD” vs “everything matters and we’re fu@king getting through it out of spite” mindset

Smitten and Skeptic’s whole thing was about blind devotion and skepticism, both of them are reactions towards a person and/or a situation

One doesn’t think at all aside from the Princess,which leads to oversimplification, while the other overthinks which leads to overcomplicating things

One lives in fantasy land while the other grounds himself in reality, seeking the truth

In separating them, we see how similar they are with the twin routes despite them never meeting—their hyper focus on their goals, their inflexibility, etc etc

It’s impossible to be blindly believing in something when you’re skeptic about it, and impossible to be skeptic if you are truly believing and devoted to something. These two ideals just cancels each other out

That’s why Skeptic sucks in The Cage, because he’s overthinking a situation that really isn’t as complicated as he think it is

That’s why Smitten becomes so dangerous once you’ve slain the Princess, because he would want to live in a fantasy where you and the Princess would live happily ever after together, where the two of you are destined star-crossed lovers who were separated by “the evil narrator”

And the funny thing is, the truth is that you and the Princess are two halves of a whole separated by the narrator, which not only satisfies Smitten’s wish of a romantic tale of lovers separated, but it also satisfies Skeptic with those answers

So a meeting between them would either have them getting along, complete chaos and arguments, or just somewhere in between like the other voices are

Skeptic would definitely question Smitten’s impossible ideal of a Happily Ever After, while Smitten would just tell Skeptic not to overthink stuff and focus on the Princess

Maybe Skeptic would hear Smitten out that the Princess might be important and put focus on questioning her(or just her in general)

I feel like if there’s a route with the two of them together they may or may not drive each other insane with their hyper focus on different things, or they would both end up with a solution where the both of them are happy

It’s hard to tell

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Young recruit!König is so silly :33

He gets jealous over everything you touch. You’re supposed to be with him!! Your feet should NOT touch the ground! Sit on his back, or hang onto him like a koala while he fucks you deeply. Loves watching your boobs bounce in his face, teeth grabbing onto a nipple and dick twitching at your tiny squeal.

“Bet he can’t do this” he says as he spins you around like it’s a circus performance, before plopping you down on his dick again, the squeal now turning into a shriek.

Hisses at the cat he stole for you ^_^ and fights for your attention. He cockwarms you while u both sleep and he wakes up from his cool ass dream (it was you two living in a beautiful house, happily married. Not that he’ll ever admit that) because the damn rabid orange thing bit his toe.

He’d be in the hospital, a broken arm and leg from his latest mission, and he’ll beg you to come closer. Literally almost tears up (it’s fake), and you stand up from your chair and walk up next to his hospital bed. Haha! :D You fell for the trick! He’s so happy you wore a skirt, now he can finger u aaaall he wants! (He’ll demand you to sit on his dick after a while but you refuse, already embarrassed as hell.)

He is NEVER allowed near coffee. He would become an atomic bomb with all that extra energy added to his chaotic personality. When he’s petty though he’ll take a big gulp of your afternoon coffee, ending in him fucking you the whole night. He can’t help it!! He needs to let his energy out, and who else is better for the job than you? 🫶

Anon this is so crazy & cute AHHHH. I love every single word 😭❤️!

Young recruit is in serious need of some behavioral therapy and would profit from a few electric shocks, but sadly he has better things to do (such as chase and bully you!)

Flexes on his strength and muscles every chance he gets, walks around with no shirt on, sometimes even without his pants on because he loves to see that shocked look on your face. You always gasp like a virgin who’s never even seen a cock when he walks into the kitchen with nothing on, it’s too adorable ❤️

Grins when you rush to draw the curtains together so that neighbors won’t see his half-hard dick – König has some serious exhibitionistic tendencies, gladly it’s just to get your attention, but he could be a little more discreet with that schlong… You can manage without sexual harassment lawsuits crowding your mailbox, thank you very much!

And the need to show off doesn’t end there: König has to fuck you on every surface of you and the Colonel’s house. An attempt to claim you and this place as his own, mark you both with his scent or something – or then to destroy the Colonel’s precious antique mahogany furniture, who knows.

Trying to trick him to participate in NNN ends in a horrible mess because he all but wrecks the nearest gym’s equipment while attempting to survive a week without warming his cock inside you. Refuses to sleep on the couch to prevent himself from getting life-threatening boners around you, and so it all ends with König waking you up one night with the messiest hard on you’ve ever felt or seen. Has the audacity to say that it’s your fault he’s in this state, and it’s your job to do something about this dick before he goes nuts. (“Nuts”, heh…! Isn’t he funny?)

And the cat he got you quickly takes a liking to you, he didn’t expect it to steal so much of your attention :( The tabby gets sunshine smiles and enthusiastic babbles by simply jumping into your lap and curling there. You look down at it with unbridled joy as it starts to purr and paw at you, sometimes you squeeze it against you and kiss its nose.

He can’t believe he’s jealous of a fluffy murderous kitten, who, on top of everything, bears his name because it "reminds you of him". Reminds you of him, this crazy killing machine who steals socks and bites toes at night?? Who hauls you dead rodents and follows you around everywhere you go, even to the bathroom? Pfft…

[cheeseceli]

I'll be waiting

Pairing: idol Bang Chan × Gn!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, friends to potential lovers, fic (1.6k words)

Prompt: "Even ten years from now, if you haven't found somebody I promise I'll be around. Tell me when you're ready. I'm waiting"

Warnings: for a short moment there's a bit of unrequited love, happy ending tho. Mentions of insecurity back to the trainee days.

A/n: the longest fic I've ever done, I'm kinda proud of it ngl

Patience might be Chan's biggest virtue, he thinks to himself. By seeing where he's right now and where he was ten years ago, he smiles. He couldn't agree more with that statement.

2014

He still remembers the first time he saw you.

Monthly evaluation. At this point, Chan should already be used to this whole process of the trainee life. However, that day felt particularly depressing to him. Hopeless, he would say.

He had found out that JYP was about to debut a new group. A girl group. And as much as Bang Chan tried to be completely happy for his friends who could finally try and debut, he had to admit he was somewhat jealous. Four years of training and he felt like he was heading towards nowhere.

Still, he tried to practice. He sang the song he would showcase so many times he reached the point of not even feeling the words leaving his mouth. He was so lost he also didn't notice the presence of someone else in the practice room. That is, until you clapped.

Chan turned his head towards you, low-key surprised. He recognised you as the child of one of the Got7's staff. He couldn't remember your name though. He doubted he even heard it at all.

"Sorry" you finally spoke. Your voice was pretty "I'm looking for my dad. Your voice is very beautiful though. You're doing well." And with a thumbs up you went away.

Chan couldn't help but laugh. Now that was random. He could barely process what happened. But you complimented him. It had been a while since he last heard a genuine compliment.

Somewhere inside his mind, he repeated his words nonstop, filling him with motivation and hope. He also was trying to remember to ask your name later.

2016

He did remember to ask your name after all. Y/n L/n. The pronunciation of your name was beautiful, almost like a melody. Honestly, after two years of knowing you, he could affirm that your existence itself was like a sweet melody.

You both became friends, good ones at that. He also found himself developing feelings for you. That was the saddest part of it all in his opinion.

Even though he hadn't known you for so long, he couldn't see life without you. To live without your horrible jokes (that he always found funny), without your sunshine-like personality (even though most people wouldn't describe you like that. Maybe you were his personal dose of light) felt like a nightmare.

However, it felt a bit cruel that he needed to live like that. He wanted to be an idol. You were the one who was his biggest incentive. Then why, to have a romance with you, could bring problems to his career? It was almost as if destiny liked to make chan suffer.

Pick one.

Happily, Chan was patient. So patient that he decided to wait for you as long as needed. He had hopes that any time now, you would come to him. And he would be ready.

Meanwhile, he focused on becoming an idol. He couldn't give up now, especially given the fact that he knew you'd be in the front row, cheering for him louder than everyone else.

2018

He kept his promise: he followed his dream, finally achieving the so exciting debut, and still waited for you, his crush developing into the most sincere love he ever felt.

However, you had other plans. Of course, you were still there for him. You were probably the one who got the happiest with the results of the survival show. You spent countless nights with him on the practice room and in the studio. You were seeing his dream come true in first hand.

But this time, there was someone else besides you: your current boyfriend. Chan really doesn't know why he didn't think this could've happened. Of course, you were dating. You were smart, beautiful and had so much love to give. Someone else would've fallen for you at some point. And it was unfair of him to expect you to be single, waiting for an empty promise.

The saddest part of it was that your boyfriend was a nice guy. It was clear he loved you. He even made an effort to love everyone who you loved, including Chan himself. You were happy around him.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Chan got the job, you got someone to love - someone who could adore you without being scared of the media - and you both still got each other in the end.

Maybe that was what Chan could have. It's okay, right?

2020

The downfall of Chan's patience at last.

Although you both were still as close as you always were, life was leading each of you in your own direction.

You had a job, he had a job. You had your friends, he had his members. You had your own house, he had the dorms. You had your boyfriend, he didn't have a partner. But it was okay because he didn't even have the time after all.

Still, he tried to fall for someone else during this period. Being in this industry for two years now, he had the opportunity to meet a lot of people. Some fancied him, some tried to take a step further in a somewhat relationship. Some even wanted to just have fun. Chan swears he tried to give in most of the time.

Needless to say he failed at every try. He couldn't come close to someone without wishing it was you instead. His short answers were compared to how sweetly he talked to you. He didn't even bother to call people or have long conversations. He knew it was only a matter of time until his mind started the undesired comparison.

Maybe it was what the job required. Maybe it was because of his lack of time. Han disagrees though. Chan remembers how his friend insisted on the fact that his leader wouldn't even try with other people. But it wasn't his fault either, as it was a subconscious thing. Chan's mind was still wrapped around you. And his heart wanted to disagree, but it all goes down the moment he finds out you and your boyfriend, now your ex, had broken up.

Although he tried hard to deny, he couldn't help but still wait for you. No matter if there was a light at the end of the tunnel or if it was only darkness. He would wait.

2022

Something in your brain has switched, and Bang Chan can't say he really liked the difference.

Of course, you were still the greatest person he ever met. You were still his sunshine. But it seemed like you were tired. Your conception of life and love wasn't as bright as it once was and Chan couldn't help but feel worried about it.

For him, who has loved you deeply for over eight years now, to see you giving yourself less credit and affection hurt him. He doesn't know why and when it happened, but your brain was trying to shut down all genuine feelings one could offer to you. You thought you were, maybe, undeserving of it all.

Honestly, to see you slowly losing your light has wounded Chan way more than all his past experiences: from his fear of failure to his disappointment upon meeting your ex boyfriend. Almost as an instinct,he tried to solve the situation. This time, patience wouldn't do.

Without even noticing, he started to love you more. To actually show you how he cared for you, to put his feelings into words and actions. At first, your heart tried to deny any possible affection, but it soon realised it wasn't possible. Not when Chan didn't even hesitate on showing the entire world how you were worthy of love. And not once he showed it as a challenge or a burden. He was by your side, and he never made it seem hard.

The best part of it all was that none of you noticed it. He started to open up to you to try and protect you,and you opened up to him in order to heal and protect his feelings. Maybe that was patience finally showing itself as a virtue.

2024

Ten years later, it finally happened.

Honestly, Chan was still a bit suspicious. There was no way he was actually seeing this, right? Maybe he was becoming delusional after all. Maybe he started to hallucinate because of his desires. But at the same time, it felt too real.

The way you looked at him, that is. It was just a normal conversation between old friends. Between gossips and laughs, there was absolutely no reason for you to look at him like this. So lost in thought, with this shimmer in your eyes that Chan knew way too well. He knew it because he had it too.

It was love. Not the one nurtured by friends or family. The one shared just between lovers. And he was so sure of it because he knew he looked at you in the exact same way you were looking at him right now.

He smiles. For a moment, you're a bit lost, wondering if you lost a joke or an important moment. That, however, makes him laugh. He couldn't believe he just saw you fall in love on the first row.

Ah, he's been patient. Now, he can't wait for you to realise what just happened. Either way, he knows with a smile on his face that he'll be waiting for you.

I promise I'll be around.

Masterlist | you'll probably like: summer with you

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I had an idea earlier about buck x reader, where after buck and the other 2 escaped and left bucky behind in part 9, they stumble upon a house near the forest (after the german kid soliders attacked them).

The reader lives there and she basically helps them hiding for a bit and also returning to the english base. She is against the war (which is the reason she helps them) and maybe a little angst where buck needs to protect her at the base bc she is still a german citizen.

What do you think?

hi! thank you for your request! 💞 honestly, I think it's the first 100% angst piece I have written for Buck because even the ones with sad events that I have posted so far had happy endings... but not this one 😅 since I have already written a similar fic and didn't want to repeat the same ending... I couldn't think of anything else how they could have their happily ever after 😪 I hope you can forgive me 💔

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

In the heart of the enemy’s territory, he felt like a chased wild animal. Even though he was still human enough not to pull a trigger at a brainwashed German kid, Buck Cleven felt like a prey with nothing but survival on his mind. The forest was dark, muddy and unfriendly. A never ending maze with predators hiding all around. A thought of his dead friend and a thought of Bucky left behind were what kept him sane. The sun was going down slowly and he had no idea where to go. His other friend, Bill, was right behind him.

“Buck,” he hissed and waved his hand to make them both freeze in place. “There’s a house,” he pointed at the dark and old building by the country road behind the trees. “We’re close to town.”

“The lights are off. Maybe it’s inhabited,” Buck pointed out. “If it’s the case, we can find some supplies there.”

“Shall I go and check?” Bill asked.

“No, I will go,” Buck nodded and clutched on the gun in his hand hidden under the coat.

He walked carefully and slowly, making sure not to make too much noise, with his back hunched and breath steady. His blue eyes scanned the garden behind the house. It had herbs growing there but it was messy and the windows were dirty. Everything looked as if it was abandoned.

Encouraged by the looks of it, Buck walked to the front of the house and tried to push the door open but they were locked. However, the door was wooden and old, all it took was another, stronger push to open them wide with a loud squeak that made him wince.

He waited for a while to make sure there were no footsteps approaching him but when he heard nothing but silence, he entered the house and walked around curiously as the last rays of the sun going down lit the walls and the pictures hung on them. There were mostly family portraits and religious images – everything cosy and very cottage-like. There was only one portrait of a young soldier in a Wehrmacht uniform but his face was so friendly and sad that Buck didn’t even feel any hatred looking at it.

Focused on the picture, he lost his focus for a while. And then he heard a small noise and turned around with widened eyes as he spotted a young, scared woman in the corner of the room. She had a gun, too. Her hands were shaking and her pupils were huge out of fear but she was pointing the gun at him. He didn’t know if he should raise his hands and give up or point the gun at her in return – it was very doubtful she would actually pull the trigger.

He trusted no one. When he took a small step ahead to test her, she startled but she didn’t unload the pistol. So he pointed his own weapon at her and in that moment she dropped her gun and lifted her hands up while sobbing.

“P-Please, no,” she pleaded in English. “Please, don’t kill me,” her whispers were broken and shaky and Buck felt bad for her. Did she live in that house? 

“Do you live here alone?” He asked, trying not to sound too nice. She nodded. “How so?”

“I lived here with my brother and my papa,” she explained and pointed her finger at the portrait on the wall carefully. “They took my brother away. In the beginning of the war. He didn’t come back. My papa, he was old now. But they took him too a few weeks ago. Because they need more men,” she was looking for the right words with her limited vocabulary.

“How do you know English?” Buck raised an eyebrow at her.

“Papa taught us. He was a soldier in the last war. He met the English and the Americans. He was a captive,” she explained and sniffled her tears. “Please, don’t kill me,” she begged once more and Buck felt stupid for still pointing his gun at her. He lowered his hand and she sighed out of relief.

“Do you need help?” He asked. Something about her and the state of this house made him forget about his own tragic situation at the moment. She was a young woman left alone in the middle of nowhere in a country that was on the verge of losing the war. It was not safe for her and she looked weakened as if she had not had any proper meal in a long while.

“Do you?” She asked.

“Me and my friend… He’s inside the forest… We ran away from the camp, too. We are American pilots. We need to get to the American soldiers. Do you know where we can find them?” Buck asked.

“They are in town,” the girl nodded. “I can take you to them tomorrow,” she offered.

“Why not now?”

“Because it’s dark already. And you need rest,” she pointed out. Buck squinted his eyes at her. “I don’t have a phone here. And German police are not here anymore. You are safe,” she assured him. “Tell your friend to come here,” the girl crouched down and picked up her gun again. Buck clutched on his but she hid hers into the pocket of her patched dress. “It’s not loaded,” she revealed to him with a sad smile. “I lost all my bullets two weeks ago when a few strange men came here and I had to scare them off.”

Buck nodded and slowly walked out of the house. He still was not sure if she was trustworthy but he craved nothing but rest. He came back for Bill and told him about the situation they had found themselves in.

“I’m not sure, Buck,” he shook his head. “Listen, what if I go there and scare her, steal some food and we run to that town on our own?” He proposed.

Buck understood where his friend was coming from. And he did not judge him. However, he did not agree to his plan.

“No,” he only said. “It’s just a girl.”

“They’re all just girls and boys. Like the kids back there in the forest,” Bill reminded him.

“I know. But she’s not like them.”

“How do you know that?” Bill requested an explanation.

“I just know,” was all Buck could say as he nodded at his friend to follow him.

Reluctantly, Bill went to the house after Buck. The girl was sitting by the round kitchen table and lighting a few candles. She looked up, giving them a doe-eyed look.

“I don’t have electricity here anymore,” she confessed. “But the candles are fine,” she added. “Here, I collected some of my brother’s and papa’s clothes for you to change. When I take you to town tomorrow, I don’t want anyone to know who you are. In the forest… There are a lot of people you can’t trust,” she explained.

“And you?” Bill asked, still not convinced. “Why can we trust you?”

“You have to,” she looked at him and then she turned around to point at the kitchen cabinet. “I don’t have much food left. And the fridge doesn’t work without electricity. I have some cans and a few wild berries I picked in the forest. Some cheese they gave me in town out of mercy.”

“We don’t want to eat your food,” Buck assured her. “Only a little bit.”

“I’m hungry,” Bill added and Buck shot him an unpleasant glance.

“So is she. And the food is hers. She doesn’t have to help us, you know?”

Bill went silent and took a pile of clothes to the living room where he began to change. Buck was left alone with the girl in the kitchen. She was looking down nervously, focusing on his hands to avoid his eyes.

“And what is your name?” He asked her out of courtesy.

“It’s (Y/N),” she whispered. “And yours?”

“I’m Major Gale Cleven,” he reached his hand out and she hesitantly shook it. She also dared to look up and meet his gaze. Buck felt his heart skipping a beat at the sight of how sad and broken those young eyes were.

Back where he was from, young girls were not affected by the war like this. Sure, they were worried about their husbands, fathers and brothers. But they were still drinking coke, danced at the parties, whined at the shortage of nylon and drew the lines on their calves to imitate the tights. They were slowly getting used to wearing jeans as they overtook the factories, they were poster girls and had their hair done up in victory rolls. They were marking the letters with red and pink lipsticks and perfumes. And this young girl in front of him already had the eyes of a very old and wise woman. It shouldn’t be like this.

“Major Gale Cleven,” she repeated. “Sounds like from a movie.”

He was just Buck. Nothing special at all. He was not even from Hollywood or New York. But to her he was already unrealistic enough. She batted her eyelashes and looked away, shyly.

“Not really,” Buck tried to convince her and she gave him a sad smile.

Bill came back in new clothes. It was Buck’s turn now but he was afraid of leaving (Y/N) alone with his friend, so he kept staring at them awkwardly.

“Go,” Bill rolled his eyes. “I won’t hurt her,” he promised.

So Buck grabbed a pile of clothes preparead for him and went to the living room to change as fast as possible. When he came back to the kitchen, Bill was already eating some canned food with a slice of cheese and a few wild berries. A similar meal was waiting for Buck, too. (Y/N) was sitting by the table but she had no food in front of her.

“And you?” He asked her as he sat down.

“I already ate,” she told him but he had a feeling she lied so he pretended to be full already after eating a half of the plate. He offered her the rest and she eagerly took it from him as her eyes sparkled. It was probably her first “proper” meal on that day.

After they ate, (Y/N) showed them to their rooms. One belonged to her father and it was downstairs. Upstairs there were two tiny bedrooms. One was hers and one was her brother’s. She wanted Buck to sleep in it. She didn’t have to say it out loud but he knew that she trusted him more than she trusted his friend. Bill was not complaining because the room downstairs was bigger and had a nicer bed.

When Bill was already in the bedroom given to him, (Y/N) was helping Buck to put the sheets on. He was insisting there was no need but she tried her best to be a good host even in such gruesome circumstances.

“When I do this… It’s a bit like… It’s still normal, you know?” She tried to explain the best she could. He nodded at her. He understood. “There you go,” she fixed the sheets for the last time and looked down proudly at the made up bed.

“Thank you,” Buck nodded and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked up at the poster on her brother’s wall. It was very old and the colours were faded away now but he could recognise it. It was a movie poster of Charlie Chaplin’s movie City Lights.

“My brother liked Charlie Chaplin,” (Y/N) smiled. “And the films. Especially American ones. He didn’t get to see many but he liked the posters,” she explained. “When he was able to see a film, he would come back home and tell me everything about it.”

“I hope he’s alright,” Buck tried to cheer her up.

“He died,” she explained and he felt a stinging pain in his heart.

“You only said he hadn’t come back…”

“They sent us a medal and all. He’s dead,” she explained. “But papa threw the medal away. It’s in the river now.”

“Why?”

“Because he didn’t like Hitler. And my brother didn’t like him either,” she nodded. “I wish he was here, my brother. He would like you,” she added before finally approaching the door to leave him alone for the night. “Good night,” she walked away and closed the door quietly.

Buck was exhausted but he couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. What would happen tomorrow? She would take them to town, drop them off with the Americans and then what? She would just go back here? To that awful house in the middle of nowhere where she was starving and not safe? He hated to even think of such a possibility.

The walk to town was stressful and everyone kept giving them funny and suspicious looks. However, (Y/N)’s poker face and determination managed to take them to the town centre safely. It looked awful and empty – like a ghost town. She pointed at one of the soldiers patrolling the street and told them he was an American.

“Go to him,” she only said and turned around to walk away but Buck grabbed her by the sleeve of her coat and Bill hissed at him. Buck didn’t listen to that.

“What about you?” Buck asked her and her eyes widened.

“What do you mean? I don’t want him to see me,” she explained.

“You’re just going back home now?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“No,” Buck shook his head. “You’re coming with us.”

“What are you doing, Gale?” Bill asked, irritated.

“She deserves a warm meal at least,” Buck insisted and kept a tight grip on (Y/N)’s sleeve as they all approached the suspicious soldier.

They lifted their hands up and explained who they were. Their accents and believable numbers of their units made the patrolling soldier less hostile. But then he laid his eyes on the girl.

“And her?” He asked.

“She’s with us. She helped us,” Buck told him.

“I know her. She lives in this town,” the soldier squinted his eyes at (Y/N) and she took a deep breath in. “She’s German.”

“Yes, she helped us last night. We wouldn’t be here if it was not for her,” Buck repeated. “Listen, I just want her to eat something warm, alright?”

The soldier called for a few other men who came quickly after and had a short and quiet discussion. Eventually they nodded their heads at them and led them inside of a building full of soldiers. They all looked up curiously and suspiciously.

Bill left Buck’s side quickly to talk to the men stationed there. But Buck didn’t leave (Y/N)’s side as he felt he had to look after her in this place. They were given a proper, warm meal and they sat by the table in the corner. She was eating fast and with shaky hands like a starving child given food after a long while. Buck’s heart broke and he reached his hand out to hold one of her cold ones. She looked up, scared, and he smiled softly.

“Slow down,” he only whispered.

“The women here are nothing special,” one of the men sitting by the table nearby commented. “You should have seen the French ones,” he whistled.

Buck didn’t react to that as his jaw clenched. (Y/N) ignored that comment, too, but her eyes were saddened.

When she was done with her meal, Buck approached the man in charge of the unit and asked if they could give her a few cans of food and some other supplies. The man did not want to agree.

“We’re short on them ourselves, Major Cleven,” he explained.

“Yes, sir, I understand, sir. But she lives alone in the middle of nowhere. Her brother is dead, her father most likely, too. She helped us. She’s a good woman, sir,” Buck tried to convince him.

“There is no doubt about that, son. I’m sorry. She’s not the first and not the last good woman suffering in this war.”

Buck felt defeated and helpless when he approached (Y/N) who was already preparing to leave.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t convince him to give you supplies,” he admitted, ashamed of himself.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” she tried to assure him and squeezed his arm. “You’re a good man,” she added. “Thank you for the meal… And the kindness.”

“I should be the one thanking you more,” he couldn’t help himself and he fixed her ruffled hair. Everything about her was screaming inside of him to help her, to take care of her. But he couldn’t and it was killing him. “I will never forget you, German girl.”

“And I will never forget you, Major Cleven,” she smiled and he could only watch her walk away, approaching the small road leading back to the forest.

If Bill hadn’t been there with him, he would have started thinking that she was nothing but a forest fairy he had imagined. After all he was in a land of fairytales.

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[syndrossi]

For consummation babies, you said that Jon and Rhaegar are emotionally healing for Baelon. Well, what if they are also physically healing? Baelon can live, and Jon and Rhaegar can have a grandpa. And Rhaenyra can have a grandpa. And Daemon and Viserys can keep their dad! Just think about it. Also -- any chance we'll ever get to see a drabble with Jaehaerys and/or Alysanne meeting Jon and Rhaegar? And omg, little Rhaenyra getting to hold the babies would be ADORABLE. I also, I'll have you know, I envisioned poor Daemon and Rhea waking up in KL only to discover their babies are missing!! Only to find out that Baelon is the thief and has absconded with them, lmao. I feel like Baelon would happily take them around and show them off. Grandbabies! Beautiful grandbabies! Stops off to fetch Rhaenyra of course, and then he can just, you know, sink into the fluffy cloud of grandpaness and be happy forever.

It would be fun to do an AU where Baelon survives to be king, because then you get the delicious tension of "Daemon is the named heir," but also the absolute sweetness that is Baelon and his three beloved grandchildren. (Not counting whoever comes after for Daemon and Rhea!) And Otto now having to figure out how to spin Alicent as an option for the unmarried Baelon who had zero interest in replacing Alyssa and has no patience for schemes targeting his family. Like, I have to imagine Baelon turns to Viserys or Daemon for Hand, since it's good training, rather than Otto (who wouldn't have been Jaehaerys's Hand, since Baelon still would have been in that position).

Pretty sure Jaehaerys's first command will be to bring the babies to King's Landing for their formal presentation to court (and so he can meet them), though likely Daemon and Rhea will insist on waiting at least half a year until they're larger and healthier. There is a brief window for Alysanne to meet them before she dies a year or so later, heartbroken by Gael's death. And then big cousin Rhaenyra gets to hold the babies too!

I'm endlessly amused at the notion of Baelon just staying in Runestone long past when he was due to return, and Jaehaerys sending increasingly impatient summons for him to return to King's Landing. But Baelon wants to make sure the little twins survive infancy, and enjoy as much time with them as possible, so he continues delaying.

Baelon stealing the babies in KL is too precious. It feels very Spring Prince-ly of him, honestly, and I'll bet seeing their father more like himself after so long in mourning will make both Viserys and Daemon happy.

[tragedybunny]

Fangs and Fairytales - Chapter 2

༺Summary༻

“As I was saying, you're right, things can't stay the same.” Beside her, she felt him tense. “Living at night is going to be an adjustment, I'm sure. It may take me a while. And we'll have to find ways to make sure you're always safe.”

“You don't-”

“I told you on the roof that day, I'm not going anywhere.”

Now. She reached out, and, careful to avoid his burns, pulled him into her arms. 

“It won't always be easy, I know that. But I'm not giving up.”

There was a time when he would have argued with her, told her she was wrong and this wouldn't work. Instead, he leaned his weight against her and drew a breath he didn't need. “Promise?”

Serafina, a warlock with a hidden past. Astarion, a freed vampire spawn. With the Netherbrain defeated, life and happiness are theirs for the taking. Together they’ll set out on a new adventure to find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again. There’s no easy path to happily-ever-after though as they quickly find many obstacles blocking their way, including Sera’s own Patron, the Fey Queen Titania.  

In this chapter Serafina and Astarion have a rough start to their life together as both go through their separate struggles.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Rating༻ Mature

༺Warnings༻ Angst

༺Word Count༻ 3058

༺A/N༻ Thanks to @icybluepenguinicybluepenguin for not only being a beta but probably 50% of the reason this story exists.

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“Gods, it’s like being back out in the wilderness again,” Astarion groused, unceremoniously dropping the bedroll onto the stone floor. “Could they have at least tried to find a bed?”

“Astarion, half the city is still in ruins. I’m sure beds for down here will be the very next priority.” Serafina lowered her pack next to their bedroll. 

It wasn’t the sleeping arrangements that bothered him, it was having to move underground into the dark. Astarion still agonized over losing the sun, the hopefulness of the first days without the tadpole twisting back around to bitterness. The Elfsong somehow survived the destruction and they had been welcome there, but with all the activity, it didn’t seem the safest place for Astarion to make sure he avoided the sun. 

They’d been there, examining their options - well Astarion had been rejecting all of them with bitterness - when Aylin and Isobel had turned up. Aylin had laid out their plans and an invitation. They'd all huddled around a table in the Elfsong, the din of a crowd eager for distraction and release surrounding them. 

“We will take that which was once in Shar’s foul grasp and turn it into a beacon of hope in my Mother’s holy name!” 

The silence that had followed her words made clear the puzzlement of those present. 

‘What my love means is that we are taking the complex beneath the House of Grief and turning it into a refugee camp. You all are welcome to stay as long as you like,” Isobel had clarified. 

Only Sera, Gale, Astarion, and Shadowheart remained of their companions. Halsin had already begun his mission to transport refugees to the former Reithwin village, and Jaheira and Minsc were aiding the city from Jaheira’s home where she could ostensibly keep an eye on her adopted brood. Though she had made a habit of checking on them as well, coming at night to make sure Astarion was included. Sera hadn’t failed to notice the way she sought him out, and offered him patience and consolation that he often did his best to turn away. 

Adopting strays was an inescapable habit for her, even when this one was older than her. 

“You really think this is a go-” Astarion began and Sera felt herself tense. He'd been slipping back into bitterness lately, understandably so. But it felt like she was trying to pull him back from a precipice, and she was so, so tired herself.

“That sounds like a splendid solution for the time being.” Gale helpfully interjected. “I'm going to stay a while longer to help out myself before heading back to Waterdeep. I'd be thrilled to join you.”

“I agree with Gale.” Sera quickly added. She wouldn't speak for Astarion but she would let her own thoughts be known. 

There was a long pause before Astarion sighed. “I suppose at the very least I won't have to put up with the annoyance of unruly patrons clinging to one of the few taverns still standing.”

Reaching out, Sera took his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Whatever it was that really bothered him about staying somewhere else, she would figure out later, in private, where opening up was less threatening. Sleep already called to her though, her new nocturnal normal still an adjustment in the making, and she hoped that tonight he didn’t let himself give into the pull of those dark thoughts, that he would let her be his comfort, and reassurance. 

It had not gone as smooth as her hopes, Astarion insisting there was nothing bothering him except that he was certain this was going to turn into some “Moon Maiden obsessed cult.”

“Fine,” Sera had finally surrendered, sometime just before dawn. “If you don’t want to tell me what’s really wrong.” 

“First I lose the sun, now you want to drag me underground, deeper into the darkness!” Astarion had exploded, fangs bared in a snarl that left her wide-eyed, shaking, and panting. 

It wasn’t as though she believed that Astarion would ever actually hurt her, but something about the raw ferocity of it stoked an instinctual fear of prey faced with predator. And despite herself, she took a step back. 

“Sera.” His face fell as he reached for her, only to have her flinch at his outstretched hand. 

A long moment passed as they stared at one another in silence, hurts open and raw. Tears gathered in Astarion’s crimson eyes that he stubbornly refused to shed. 

Finally, when her heart ached enough that she felt it would split in two, she stepped towards him, silencing the part of her that wanted to fear, and found herself in his embrace. His arms crushed her to him as they clung to one another, so much passing between them without words. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize what it felt like to you.” Sera was the first to speak, face buried in the soft, red fabric of his shirt. 

They’d purchased it at Carm’s Garms while they’d spent a couple nights prepping to enter the city proper from Wyrm’s Crossing. It may have been the first new garment Astarion had ever picked for himself. The look of hesitant joy on Astarion’s face would stay with her, even if he tried to hide it. 

That had been another rough time, Astarion putting up his walls and pushing her and the rest of their friends away with sharp words and a callous demeanor as Cazador loomed closer than ever.

They had made it through that, and they could make it through this. She just had to push on. 

“It’s not your fault. I know you said we’d find a way, but it just feels like I’m drowning in darkness.” 

Not willing to let go, Sera pulled him down into the bed with her, where they stayed wrapped around one another until sleep took her. 

After that day, Astarion had tried his best to temper himself, to let go of that growing bitterness. Though there were days it still threatened to drag him under, and she fought to keep both their heads above water. 

He did relent and agree that they should move to the House of Grief, the deal sweetened by a guarantee of a room to make their own away from the dorms which would be more communal. At least there he would be free to walk around during the day. 

And here they were, spreading a bedroll out on the floor of the old armory, a proper door leading into the cave that had once been Shadowheart’s sanctuary.

“I suppose we're lucky Shadowheart was feeling generous enough to give up her special cave.”  Astarion’s snark seemed mostly good natured. 

Shadowheart was actually overseeing a dorm of displaced families. She'd been eager to jump right in with them, as though it could heal the scars of losing her own parents. 

Sera kneeled down to straighten the bedroll.

“See, there's upsides to this already. A cave is a very appropriate lair for a vampire.” She looked down to hide a smirk, eager to enjoy the moment of levity.

Without a sound, Astarion was looming over her, arms trapping her between himself and the bedroll she’d been fixing. “So now you're an expert on vampires?” His voice was an exaggerated silken purr more like the Astarion she first met. “Tell me, what other secrets are you privy too?”

He spoke almost directly against her ear, making her shiver. 

“Well, a vampire is not as dangerous a creature as one would think. Really, once you give them a little blood, they're very tame. But they require being complimented on a daily basis or they tend to sulk.”

“Tame, you say?” The purr was lost, and she could hear the smile in his words. “I'll show you tame.” 

He pulled her back toward him until they were both sitting, Sera resting in his lap while he kissed her neck softly. Teeth dragged against her skin, threatening to pierce it. “I think you may have underestimated the danger of a vampire. We only play at being tame, but at any time, we could take what we want.”

Astarion’s fangs waited at her neck, seeking permission to dig into her skin and taste of her. 

Sera flicked her eyes to the door, they'd shut it behind them at least. They still had to set up their space, but there was no rush, they could afford to indulge. Letting herself relax into him, until it felt as though the boundaries of their bodies gave way and they were one being, she tilted her head, exposing a swath of her pale neck to him. 

There was no need for words, they'd learned to speak without them. The familiar sharp, cold pain gave way to the expected ecstasy. The first time, she'd been fascinated and afraid, trusting Astarion for some reason even though she'd barely caught him trying to take a taste of her while she slept. 

That anxiety had made the whole experience more painful. The second time had been far less fraught. 

They'd stumbled into a fight with some goblins over a gnome tied to a windmill; making the acquaintance of one Barcus Wroot. Astarion had a goblin arrow graze his shoulder and was fussing over it by the river bank as they set up camp. 

“Are you alright, Astarion?” Sera had followed him down to the bank as he'd stomped away cursing and complaining. How did she not realize how deep she was already in with the irascible vampire. 

“No,” he snapped. He'd stripped himself naked to the waist, pale skin gleaming like polished moonstone in the setting sun, and irritatedly splashed water at the wound. “The one downside to this parasite is not healing like I normally would. This bloody stings like hell and all for a gnome, of all things!” 

“Maybe Shadowheart should look at it,” she’d offered gently, unsure how to handle this Astarion, angry and lashing out. Usually he was either the flirt or the macabre humored rogue. But that morning when she’d questioned him about how he became a vampire, she’d caught the first real glimpse of something dark and horrible beneath that surface, something she should probably fear. And yet here she was. 

“Oh,” the anger vanished in an instant as he turned toward her. “No need to bother our secretive little cleric. It’s barely a scratch and I’m sure Gale turned his ankle or some other nonsense to keep her busy.” 

With preternaturally graceful steps, he’d come up from the bank to loom over her. “You know what would help though?” His voice was all light sweetness as he smirked down at her. “A little blood to help my natural healing along.” 

A blush started in her cheeks and its warmth spread through her at the memory of his body covering hers and the strange intimacy of the drinking her blood. It took entirely too long for her to respond, and his grin widened. “Right. That uh - makes sense.” 

She’d turned to leave to head back to camp and he caught her arm. “No need to get so close to the others, they still don’t seem too fond of the whole vampire thing, we can do just fine right here.” 

They’d settled in the grass on the river bank, as the fading orange light sparkled across the rushing waters, looking like little flames lurking beneath the surface. Sera wasn’t sure she wouldn’t embarrass herself if he told her to lay on her back again and hastily offered her wrist to him. “That should work just as well.” 

For a moment his face fell, as though offended by the offer, but he accepted without complaint. “As you wish, my sweet.” 

The term of endearment was new and Sera couldn’t help but giggle, it was excessive, and a reminder she shouldn’t get too soft for all those honeyed words of his. She’d seen enough of his kind growing up in the Gate, and some she trusted to the point of pain, both physical and emotional. “You don’t need to persuade me Astarion, I’m already doing it.”

“Ah - yes, well, let’s get on it with it.” 

This time she was prepared, and felt herself relax after the initial bite. It was almost pleasant, hearing the rush of her own blood and the echo of her heartbeat, as Astarion suckled at her wrist and made a small noise of pleasure. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back, the setting sun was still warm on her face. This was peaceful, so little in her life had been peaceful, she could stay here forever. 

“Serafina…” A voice roused her and her eyelids opened sluggishly. 

Astarion held her wrist in his hands still, but the wounds from his fangs were already closing. “Look at the state of you. Let’s get you back to camp and get some food in you, before anyone accuses me of anything.” 

She laughed, feeling woozy and giddy. “But this is your fault. Or should I say I met another vampire down by the river?” It was incredibly dumb and she cringed even as the words left her lips 

Astarion only sighed in response and helped her to her feet, hands encircling her waist in an oddly comforting manner. “I don’t quite think they’ll believe that.” He offered her his arm as they headed back to camp and she found herself loath to let go when she was safely settled by the newly built fire. 

She should have known she was already in far too deep right then. 

Nestled in his arms, she let him drink as much as he wanted, assured he knew when to stop, and trusting he always would. A soft moan inadvertently escaped her and she flushed like so many of those early days. 

Astarion chuckled as he withdrew his fangs. “You certainly do enjoy that,” he teased. 

“The experience has grown on me since that first time.” 

Astarion stiffened at her words, letting go of her waist. “We should probably finish getting settled.” 

Her heart tremored in her chest; it had been one of his better moods of the last couple of weeks, and it was very quickly ebbing away. “Probably,” she relented, not knowing what to say. It felt like she’d tried everything lately, and a familiar weariness settled over her. Time, it was just going to take time. 

Not letting a looming sigh escape her, she leaned over to finish settling the bedroll. 

With what little they had to call their own, arranging it didn’t take long, and a short time later found them lounging near the water in Shadowheart’s once secret spot. The smell of night orchids was almost cloyingly thick as Sera tried to concentrate on the book propped in front of her as she lay on her stomach. 

It was sometime after midnight but not yet near enough dawn for her to sleep if she was going to get used to living nocturnally. A yawn inadvertently slipped from her and the sound of Astarion idly trailing his fingers through the softly moving current stopped

“You can just go to bed, you know. One night hardly makes a difference.” 

He’d moved from where he’d sat originally - further away from her, down by the bank. At first picking at the mushrooms and then fidgeting about in the water, his own book long abandoned. He’d sneak out to hunt, animal or opportunistic criminal, but he didn’t like staying out too long with everyone in the city still jumpy. 

“If you say it every night, it will.” Stretching, she got to her feet, already moving to his side. 

He scoffed at her words and looked back toward the water as she dropped down next to him. 

“What is it?” Despite his prickly mood, she let her head rest on his shoulder, knowing he would rather have her close than not. Under the cloying scent of the night orchids, the familiar sickly sweet essence of the grave clung to his skin. Something different was on his mind than what had been plaguing him the last few weeks. 

“Noth-”

“You’re a shit liar, Astarion.” 

That got a short, sharp laugh from him. “Firsts,” he finally said, quietly. 

“Firsts?” she repeated, lost.

“You mentioned the first time I drank your blood.” He finally looked up but still not at her, gazing at the ceiling of the cavern instead. “It was a disaster. You remember, you had to fight me off you.” He chuckled a bit, but there was something deeply pained in it. 

“It was the first time you’d drank thinking blood. And we didn’t know it could mean something to us.” 

“I ruined it, I ruined all of our firsts. Our first meeting - I held a knife to your throat, our first kiss - a lie to get you to come out into the woods with me, our first night together - part of my ‘nice, simple plan’.” While he was talking, she let her arm wrap around his waist, pulling them as close together as she could. “Sometimes I wish I could have them back, I wish I could actually remember what you looked like walking down that road toward me.” 

She considered his words for a moment, struck by how it all seemed to weigh on him. “But they’re… ours. And perfect or not, they still led us here.” 

“I should have counted on that irritatingly romantic response from you,” he said, without any real malice. 

“It's the only response.” For a moment the weariness at everything slipped through. “We can't go back.”

Astarion hummed thoughtfully and brought his arm up to return her embrace. “Perhaps you're right, love.” Gently, he guided them both to laying back on the ground. 

Sera kissed him softly, brushing her lips to his and then his cheeks and forehead. They'd get through one more night at least. “Of course I'm right, and we still have firsts. For example, this is our first night in a Shar temple without everything trying to kill us.” 

Astarion laughed, real and genuine, fangs gleaming in the flickering light of their lantern. “I'll wait until sunrise to call that official.” His fingers ran gently through her hair and she shut her eyes, basking in his touch “But let's get you to bed, Sera, you look so tired, it worries me.” 

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[piningintrovert]

So is the happy ending going to be that they both end up in a coma or dead and live happily ever after in limbo? Because I do not see any other way atm unless they both miraculously survive the gunshot wounds. But we don't know if Tyme actually gets shot in the OG timeline so maybe not?

But wait... What if Tyme has second thoughts about the way he ended things with Great (holding his hand and leaving him all sad and lonely in the middle of the street) and goes to his apartment to talk things out? It's more plausible that since we're in the OG timeline, Tyme would want to use Great for something else but I choose to believe in love lol anyway he finds Great in the elevator and saves him? But Great ends up in a coma? And Tyme can't seem to and/or doesn't know when to let go, as pointed out by our beloved Dr. Den earlier in the show.

Ahhhhhh I don't know what to think anymore so I really need some answers today ;;

[aphroditelovesu]

You are so lovely and hope your degree program is going well! May I please request a love letter with yandere percy jackson? Maybe after they finished the big battle and can now focus on their happily ever after? But whatever you write will be so amazing!

author's note: aww, thank you! I appreciate you are also lovely!! ❤️ and my studies are going well.

(N/N),

I'm so happy, but so happy to be able to write you this letter! By the gods, I've never been so scared of dying as I was that day. In that battle. But I think what scared me the most was not the idea that I might die, but that you might die.

For if you died... I would take revenge and follow you to the Elysian Fields.

It would make no sense to stay alive if you, the person I love most in the world, were dead. It wouldn't make sense, it wouldn't be right. You are everything to me, (Y/N). Everything and I can't live without you.

But I don't want to talk about sad things, because just thinking about you dead makes me sick. Luckily we both survived and now we must focus on our future. In our happy future.

I know we're young but... I can't stop thinking about getting married, maybe it scares you, but I want to marry you. I want to form a family with you. Having a cat, or a dog, and maybe kids.

I want a life by your side. I want to keep protecting you and loving you for the rest of our lives. Do you want a life with me? By my side?

We will have the happiness we deserve, I guarantee you that. Maybe it's cliché or something from fairy tales, but our happily ever after will happen. I swear by the River Styx.

I love you, my demigoddess/demigod. And I promise we'll be together until after death.

With love,

Percy Jackson.

[starsoftheeye]

i need sam and celia to work out.

i dont mean that in the "they both live happily ever after and both survive" no they can die if that is what the plot requires, i just need their relationship to be okay. no petty drama or miscommunications that do nothing for either characters or plot other than be interesting

obviously the whole "alice not being over her and sams relationship" makes for good samalicelia shipping fuel and character-wise it is an interesting view into both of their characters, but i will be genuinely upset if it turns into a boring "which one will sam choose" romantic side plot

i can handle arguments, i can handle the realism of trauma and difficult situations making it difficult to maintain healthy relationships. what i cant handle is throwing away potential for a cheap shock, like we've seen in so many love stories before. what i also dont want is an unrealistic narrative that prioritises a relationship over a story

tma done their relationships very well, where the love was real, and at times it improved characters mentalities and helped develop them as their own people, but no matter how much they loved one another, it didn't save the world, and it didn't change fate. jon and daisy turned into monsters, martin and basira had to kill the people they loved most, sasha disappeared, and tim lost his brother, then himself. their love was never world-saving, and whats done would be done by the end of the day, but their love was real, and thats what made it compelling

as a fan of the characters, of course i want them to have a happy ending, and for everything to work out for them in the end, but as a fan of the show? i want it to hurt. i want to be devastated by these characters whose love was enough to bandage the wound but not enough to heal it

[au-sonic-smackdown]

AU Sonic Smackdown - Round 4, Right Side

Words Hurt AU belongs to @oddogoblino

Infested AU belongs to @hejjhug

Learn more about them under the cut!

Words Hurt AU-

In this au, Earth is decaying, the planet slowly losing its ability to sustain life due to mankind’s lack of care to it. To try and survive, they attempted to move people to planet mobius as it held similar conditions as earth. The mobians at first welcomed them happily, happy to help those in need. Eventually, the humans began trying to repeat their old mistakes and began digging into mobius and setting up machines to harvest from it to try and save Earth. The planet didn’t handle this as well as earth once did, machines quickly backfiring and any mobians nearby during the incidents quickly falling ill. That’s how the infections started.

Sonic’s parents were one of the few first mobians infected, having lost them due to them going into the second form of the illness that’s caused from starvation. They’d been “quarantined” and left without food or an energy source for too long. He was only a toddler when this happened. He’s now part of Vanilla’s secret organization that helps infected mobians survive outside of the homes they’d been kicked out of due to fear. Sonic himself works as a secret delivery boy and tends to travel to make sure infected mobians have access to food and water and even just simple pleasantries like games and toys. He met Tails as a 4 yr old who’d been born from infected parents, taking care of him when they weren’t. Currently Sonic is 17 and Tails is 8.

Sonic is mostly his same ole usual self except he’s a lot less social. He doesn’t talk to anyone except for Tails, Vanilla, and sometimes Cream. He was naturally born with his super speed but keeps it hidden due to not wanting to be mistaken as an infected. He still has to fight Eggman as the mad doctor tries to manipulate both uninfected and infected mobians’ fears and resentment toward each other. He has a civilian disguise named Nicky so no one recognizes him as the superspeedy hero. He’s a bit more easily agitated but only because he doesn’t get enough sleep with his work.

Sonic’s right eye is always tearing up, not because he’s emotional but because of repeated exposure to infectious spores. The spores can only infect others if inhaled or through exposed open wounds. Hes naturally immune to the illness, but he doesn’t know that, and wouldn’t ever take chances on it. Whenever he gets injured, he disinfects the wound immediately and patches it up like others would in hopes to avoid spore-infection.

Infected mobians tend to live in abandoned spaces that their cities and towns assigned for them to live. Infected mobians feed off energy, whether that be electricity, emotions, powerful items, etc, but can also eat normal foods just fine. They need normal food to keep sane and prevent them from going into the second form that attacks anything with energy in it. Only the second form can infect others directly, making it the most dangerous and is an automatic kill-on-sight if seen. No one knows yet if you can change infected back to normal after they’ve transformed. Vanilla takes care of transformed infected when Sonic reports the incidents.

Mobians aren’t the only things infected, plant and wildlife have been mutated by the illness aswell. The symptoms of the infection is body mutations, a blue tongue, and increased hunger and thirst. Mobians born from infected parents can’t go into the second form but they become feral without food. Bites from hostile born-infected mobians are less likely to spread the infection but it isn’t impossible.

Infested AU-

Sonic, under the influence of a mysterious alien brain parasite, has become unpredictable and very, very dangerous. While all his powers remain the same, he now uses his speed to maim and kill anyone who moves. Sonic’s mental state has devolved to basic instinct, and, thanks to the parasite, he is in a near-constant state of feeling like a wild animal trapped in a corner. As a result, he will call upon impossible strength, reserved only for life-or-death scenarios. Pray you don’t catch his attention. You can’t outrun the fastest thing alive.

[duchess-of-mandalore]

Do you have any thoughts on what Satine and Obi-Wan's lives and/or the galaxy at large would have looked like if she'd survived the events of The Lawless?

Oh man, this premise has an infinite number of answers depending on where you go with it. But I think I can give some general principles.

Like ... for example, Satine survives The Lawless but Order 66 is subverted. Actually, I wrote a fic about that (Tethers of Inconvenience), where Satine pursues an arranged marriage with a senator from Kuat (Giddean Danu, a character in the RotS deleted scenes) who would be able to help her rebuild and protect Mandalore, which she finds difficult to do on her own since she humiliated Palpatine and the Senate in TCW Season 2.

But more generally, if she survives The Lawless, I think Obi-Wan takes her back to Coruscant and she lives with Padme. She begs the Senate and Jedi to assist in dealing with the mess on Mandalore. I think that Bo's able to take the planet back, and she and/or Korkie lead since her brainless, idiot, fake-news-believing people are still convinced that she killed Pre Vizsla with her own hands and caused the downfall of their city.

Then, let's say that Order 66 does happen. You've got two diverging roads: 1) Obi-Wan is able to find her and bring her to Tatooine with him, in which case they get to raise Luke together and have a kind of strangely (im)perfect happily ever after living a quiet life neither one of them had before (wonderfully explored in @mg024's Two New Hopes) ...

Or 2) He can't get to her and has to leave her when he goes into hiding, like in @the-obiwan-for-me's Krennictine AU. This has a similar premise to my Marriage AU but with Orson Krennic. In both our AUs, I think we're of the same mind that Satine never loses her personal idealism, but she becomes much more practically minded. I think the run-in with Maul proves to her that "Even extremists can be reasoned with" is much, much too hopeful. I think she's always prepared to sacrifice her personal happiness for her people if need-be, but there's always that piece of her that's longing for her happy ending.

Imperial-era Satine is fascinating because she's the one who characterized the idealism of the Republic but who was really spared suffering by dying before the rise of the Empire. Personally, I think that Palpatine would take very great joy in trying to smash her like a bug once he has no guardrails, given that she was one of the only people who publicly stood against him during the Clone War. I mean ... we kind of forget that after the Republic and the CIS, the largest political entity at play in the Clone War was the Council of Neutral Systems, led by Satine. She's a symbol of the Republic era and she wouldn't go quietly into the night once the man she's always despised proclaims himself Emperor.

I think Palpatine would immediately try to take over Mandalore (canonically, he did within the first year of his reign because he was still using a clone trooper army). In a SatineLives AU, whether he immediately succeeds would probably rest on whether she's willing to negotiate for her people's freedoms (like Bo did with Gideon in The Mandalorian), but even if she did, Palpatine would probably just renege on any agreement they had.

In general though, I lean more toward her giving up any claim to the throne permanently because she thinks Bo (and a Korkie hardened by both The Lawless and the rise of the Empire) can meet Mandalore's needs more than she can.

And if that's the case ... if she has no Mandalore and no Obi-Wan ... I could see her doing something like creating a relief organization that essentially goes from planet to planet cleaning up the effects of the Empire and then eventually becoming a secret organization focusing on saving and rehabilitating injured rebels. It's her way of maintaining her pacifistic ideals in a world where she no longer has the ability to remain fully neutral.

If anyone has any thoughts on these ideas or others of your own, I'd love to hear them!

[gabessquishytum]

Even more retired Dream nonsense (now with mpreg!)

I have this not-exactly-a-headcanon that after getting out of the fishbowl, Dream started altering his physical form just a bit. He was naked with his junk out on display for more than a hundred years, and now having a penis at all makes him feel more vulnerable than he's comfortable with. So he's started to equip himself with a vulva instead, and he feels more comfortable and confident that way. He can keep his clothes on now, and it's kind of a relief that nobody knows what he looks like underneath them.

When he and Hob get together he has a little bit of an internal crisis about this--he still presents as male, so Hob will be expecting a penis, right? And he might be weirded out if Dream doesn't have one? (Of course Hob doesn't mind either way, but Dream doesn't know that) So for their first time he reverts back to his old form, but he can't seem to relax and enjoy himself. Hob doesn't push, but he wonders if he's doing something wrong and it breaks his heart to think he's doing something to make Dream uncomfortable. Lots of miscommunication and misunderstandings (as usual for these boys), but eventually Dream manages to explain that he would be more comfortable with different genitalia.

This is a revelation for Hob--he didn't even know that was an option, but all he can think is "holy shit that is SO FUCKING HOT!!!" He's obsessed with Dream's pussy, and while Hob certainly knows his way around a penis, let's be real--this is the 600 year reigning Pussy Eating Champion we're talking about! He loves to worship between Dream's legs and they are both enjoying this particular form immensely. Eventually Dream even feels safe and comfortable enough with Hob that sometimes he will manifest a penis again because sometimes (often, a lot) Hob wants to bottom.

This is all working out great and their sex life is amazing, but then the Kindly Ones happens. Dream knows what's coming, so he has a chance to either prepare for his retirement or prepare for his death (Hob is not at all on board with that, but he can't do anything about it and he's freaking out thinking he's going to lose Dream (spoiler alert: he's not going to lose him. Life, uh, finds a way)). There's a couple ways this could go:

Option A: Dream has accepted that he's going to have to die and he faces the Kindly Ones, but unbeknownst to him he's pregnant. The Fates know it, though, and decide to spare him because they are the archetypal Mother and they're not just going to kill a pregnant person. They do, however, strip him of his power, leaving him as a mortal human (of course Death will grant him immortality, though, no question). So he returns to Hob, who is grieving the loss of his beloved, and he's like, "great news! Not only am I alive, but we're having a baby!" And Hob is just shocked and overjoyed and immediately starts kissing Dream all over, especially his belly. They have the baby, who also gets to be immortal (thanks again, auntie Death!) and they live happily ever after.

Option B: instead of preparing to die, Dream makes plans to retire, as seen in some fics. Hob has lots of questions about how this is going to work, like "if you're going to be human you won't be able to change genitals at will anymore. Which set are you going to choose?" He's secretly hoping Dream will choose to keep the vulva, but he would never push and ultimately he would be more than happy either way. Dream tells him he does, in fact, plan to go with the vulva, so he's psyched for that. But then he's like, "wait, what about periods? Are you going to be able to handle bleeding every month for the rest of eternity?" And Dream is like, "Hob Gadling, do you truly believe me incapable of surviving such a minor inconvenience?" Hob is like, "That's not what I meant, and it's not necessarily a 'minor inconvenience,' but ok. Wait! But what if I knock you up??" And Dream says, "I am very much hoping that you will." Breeding kink unlocked! They are both very horny about this, and after having lots of crazy unprotected sex Hob is like, "well, glad that's sorted. But we'll have to get you a strap-on. You're not getting out of topping that easily!"

(Sorry this turned into a whole outline for a fic...I just really like retired Dream and morphussy. And strap-ons.)

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Retired Morphussy is such a concept tbh!!! I also love what you said about Dream choosing not to have a penis after the fishbowl. Making a small change to his physical form actually helps a lot with his fear of being naked.

I also have such a soft spot for Dream either accidentally or on purpose getting pregnant when he's retired. Maybe everything is so complicated and crazy for a bit, neither he or Hob really think about safe sex. They're just trying to cope with Dream being a human and teaching him how to pee and stuff.

He's been human and living with Hob for about a year and really starting to adjust properly. And he's sitting with Hob one day and looking pleased but also puzzled. "I am not complaining, but it seems an awful lot of time since I last had a period." He says. And together they carefully count backwards to the last time Dream menstruated...... 10 weeks. 10 weeks!!!

He hasn't really had symptoms, though! A little weight gain, a bit of nausea, mood swings. All that stuff is quite normal for Dream though. Hob quickly nips down to the chemist to get some tests, but Dream keeps telling him - he's not pregnant. He'd KNOW if he was pregnant. Right?

He's pregnant.

And Hob starts talking about how they have options, it's all going to be ok, and then he notices that Dream is SMILING and he looks so, so happy. He's absolutely thrilled. Hob carries him to bed and practically wraps him in cotton wool, he already knows that he won't be letting Dream lift a finger for the next six months. And Dream is perfectly ok with that, but he's NOT going to give up on pegging Hob just because he's pregnant. Hob might have to put the strap on for him when he can't quite see around his belly, but they'll definitely make it work. Let's be real, Hob is going to have a horny breakdown when he gets fucked by his pregnant boyfriend <333

[alyssaswrld999]

I'm Crowley and Your Mine Understand / Crowley x Reader (Supernatural)

Story prompt: Y/n has been Crowleys girl for a long time. Until one day Y/n had enough and decided to leave cut and dry away from Crowley. He didn't like that very much and has been on the hunt for his girl ever since.

------------------------------------------------------Romance is complicated and it's never easy. Whoever says the opposite of that is completely lost their mind. Nothings ever gonna be perfect especially this story. Especially this lifestyle I live through every single day.

First life seemed simple enough really. Living in an apartment and having a decent paying job. Then to the night that my whole life changed by meeting Sam and Dean Winchester. I never knew the things that went bump in the night were even real. I always thought they were myths.

Unfortunately that changed and ever since that night I've been close to Dean and Sam. They taught me how to deal with the Supernatural creatures and how to survive as a hunter. Then one day I met Crowley.

Crowley the King of Hell

Lucky me huh?

After that it ended up that me and Crowley got along and never had a problem with one another. It eventually led to me being Crowleys girl and I couldn't refuse that now could I?

Well until that specific night that I finally decided I was wanting to be on my own for awhile. I had to much pressure on my shoulders and I needed out. So I left Crowley and I just went MIA.

I made my way to the bunker that Sam and Dean lived in and they agreed to let me stay with them as long as they needed and I was happy.

"Thank you both again for letting me stay here" I said. Dean and Sam nodded their heads and offered me a beer. I happily accepted the beer and that night we just enjoyed eachothers company.

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Eventually after that night Crowley informed me that he was looking for me. I didn't want Sam and Dean to be in danger so I left. They would call and check in to make sure I'm okay and I would update them every other day.

It's been ten months since I've last seen them in person and I miss them. But with Crowley following me everywhere I didn't want them to get hurt because of me. Right now I am in New York and living the life in the big city.

I was in the mood for a drink so I found a decent bar and now I'm here sitting on a bar stool and drinking a glass of whiskey to keep my hopes up. As I was sitting there minding my business I felt someone looking at me. Ever since my first hunt with Sam and Dean I always have this feeling when a demons near me and I got that exact feeling just now.

I pay for my drink and I make my way out of the bar and towards my car. I felt that feeling again and I turned around. When I turned around my heart stopped and I knew I was screwed.

"Lovely to see you Y/n" Crowely said. I froze and I was speechless. "Oh what cat got your tongue" Crowely added. I make a fake smile and I shook my head. "No, no not at all" I said.

Crowely chuckled and then took a step towards me. "I find it very interesting that you decided to have me run after you with this little goose chase of yours" Crowley said.

Running from Crowley wasn't really easy especially when he has eyes everywhere and well it's hard to kill millions of demons at once. I wasn't really surprised he found me though.

"I needed space so I left" I replied. Crowley raised his eyebrows and nodded at me. "Space? You needed space so you left out of the blue just like that" Crowley said.

I nodded my head and I lean against my car. Crowely nodded and then raised his hand up. "Well now that I found you the chase is over little mouse" Crowley said as he snapped his fingers.

After Crowley snapped his fingers the whole surrondings changed. I looked around and seen we were in Hell and in his thrown room. "Great" I mumbled. Crowley smirked and then put his hand down.

"Now I know why I left even more" I mumbled. Crowley raised his eyebrows and smirked. "What was that love?" Crowley asked. I look at him and I fake smile. Crowley sits down on his thrown and looks at me. "Little birdie told me that you were also living with the Winchesters during you being what's the word? MIA!" Crowely said.

I scoff and then shake my head at Crowley. "And then I left because I didn't want them being targeted by your demons" I said. Crowley nodded his head and then sighed. "Come here love" Crowley said motioning towards him.

I slowly walk towards Crowely and then when I got in front of him I stand still. I loved Crowely don't get me wrong it's just being in Hell all the time made me feel like a prisoner. It just got lonely considering Crowley was always busy and I wanted to go hunt and everything like I normally do.

Crowley gently put some of my hair behind my ear and then rubbed my face. "Please don't leave me again" Crowley whispered. I looked at Crowley and I was shocked. When someone didn't listen to him they would be punished. Instead of punishing me he was being gentle with me.

I hold onto his hand that was rubbing my face and I gave him a sad smile. "I won't I promise" I whispered. Crowley smirked at me and then pulled me onto his lap. "Crowley..." I said. Crowely looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "Yes love?" Crowley responded.

I look at him and I felt like I wanted to cry. I didn't mean to hurt Crowley in anyway because well I'm his and he's mine. "Are we okay?" I asked. Crowley looked at me and tilted his head.

"Of course we are Y/n. I know I might not be the easiest to live with but I love you and your my girl." Crowley answered. I smile and then nod my head at him. Before I knew it Crowley pulled me into a kiss and I kissed him back.

After that kiss I knew we were gonna be okay

[taniavttv]

Our Sweet Little Flame (Rengoku x Y/N)

Hi Everyone, Hope you all doing great and enjoying your summer and I'm getting on writing here is a story that I had in mind so hope you enjoy it. 🤗💕🌸

Pov: All Fluff This is where the final battle ends and everyone lives their lives with happiness and everyone survives the final battle and Rengoku S/O is picking up her daughter from Mitsuri house as Y/N is happy She and Rengoku have a beautiful Daughter named Ruka

Characters in the story: Mitsuri, Obanai, Senjuro, Shinjuro, Kyojuro, Baby Ruka (Y/N and Kyo daughter), and Y/N (Kyojuro Wifey)

So it's the weekend and it's been months ever since the final battle with Muzan finally ended and everyone had survived and been treated from their injuries.

Kyojuro and You had retired from the Demon Slayer Corps Ever since the Mugen Train Incident and were able to help in the final battle and survive too. Now everyone is living their lives just how they all want too. You and Kyojuro get married months after the final battle and now you both have a beautiful daughter who looks just like him and her name is Ruka.

Kyojuro knows his daughter would carry his mother name well and Ever since Ruka has been born everyone comes to visit her. Since she's so cute and adorable. She loves to spend time with her Aunt Mitsuri and her Uncle Obanai

So One weekend Mitsuri took her to her house so they could spend time together. So there were you and Kyojuro cuddling in the futon as You get up but you feel Kyojuro Hugging you from behind. "My Love How about we cuddle a little more" Rengoku asks and You kiss his cheek "Ohhh Kyo I have to pick up Ruka from Mitsuri house Remember?" "Ohh Yes I remember We need to pick up our little flame" he said as you smiled and you caress his face and pull him to a long kiss with passion.

"I'll go pick up Ruka Okay Kyo" Y/N said getting up and fixing her Kimono since Kyojuro wanted to do something more than to just cuddle (yeah we know him too well). As Y/N walks through the village she goes by walking enjoying the evening walk as she sees people going to places to get their food, Children running around, and People talking happily. Y/N finally makes it to Mitsuri and Obanai house.

She knocks on the door *Knock Knock* "Obanai Can u get the door" Mitsuri said as Obanai responds "Sure Honey" as Y/N steps aside as Obanai opens the gate door. "Hello Obanai" "Ohh Hi Y/N it's you what a surprise Your here to pick up little Ruka Correct" Obanai responded "Yes I came to pick her up like we told Mitsuri" Y/N said happily.

She saw Mitsuri coming to see who was at the gate door. "Y/N ohhh it's You. Come on in" Mitsuri said as she hugged Y/N tight and brought her in the house. "Where is Ruka at, Mitsuri?" Y/N asked "Ohh she is inside Come here" Mitsuri said grabbing Y/N hand to lead her inside the house.

Y/N smiles as Ruka looks at her Mom. "Mom" Ruka says happily as she runs and jumps into Y/N arms. Y/N picks her daughter up and hugs her. The two smile and laugh a little. "Oh Hi Sweetie Did you have fun with Aunt Mitsuri" Y/N said as she saw Ruka beautiful eyes of joy. "Yess Mom I had so much fun I got play with Uncle Obanai snake Kabaramaru and Auntie Mitsuri taught me how to make Mochi" Ruka said happily. "Your Daughter is a sweetheart and she's so adorable Y/N she is good at helping me cook" Mitsuri said smiling.

"Awww Well I'm happy you had fun with your Aunt Mitsuri and Uncle Obanai" Y/N said Hugging Ruka more. "Mommy Where is Dad at?" Ruka asked "Ohh he is at home waiting for us" Y/N said as they all walked to the gate to head home. "Ohh Mommy Can I stay another day with Aunt Mitsuri and Uncle Obanai please" Ruka asked she really loves her aunt and uncle so much.

"Awww I wish I could let you stay but how about next week Okay Ruka" Y/N said "Ohh Ok Mommy" Ruka Said as Y/N set her down as Ruka ran up to Aunt Mitsuri and hugged her. Mitsuri hugged her back "Ohh I'll visit you soon Ruka Okay" Mitsuri said as Ruka agreed and then hugged her Uncle Obanai. "Bye Uncle Obanai" Ruka said as Obanai picked her up and hugged her. Ruka even touched Kabaramaru too as the snake nuzzle her cheek. "Bye Ruka Next time you come by we will play more with Kabaramaru Okay" as he hugged her again. "Oh Ok Uncle Obanai" She said as Obanai set her down and ran up to Y/N and hold her mother hand.

"Bye Mitsuri it was great to see you and Obanai and thanks for having fun with Ruka. See you two soon again" Y/N said as Mitsuri hugged her and Y/N handshaked Obanai hand goodbye. Then Y/N holds Ruka hands as they wave goodbye to Obanai and Mitsuri. As the two started to walk home. As Y/N and Ruka walked home Y/N smiles feeling so happy to have the life they always desired. Married to Kyojuro Rengoku, Having a child that resembles more like him, and finally able to live their lives with peace and happiness.

Y/N smiles more as she and Ruka walk. "Did you enjoy the weekend with Auntie Mitsuri and Uncle Obanai?" Y/N asked Ruka. " Yes Mommy it was so much fun I love playing with uncle Obanai and Cooking with Auntie Mitsuri" Ruka said smiling. " Aww I'm happy you enjoyed spending time with them Sweetie" Y/N said as they kept walking. "Mommy I have a question" Ruka asked "Ohh Yes Go ahead Sweetie" Y/N responded to her. "So is it true that Daddy Got his hair color from eating too much shrimp tempura?" Ruka asked happily. "Ohhh Ruka Who told you that" Y/N asked

She found it funny what Ruka asked her. "Auntie Mitsuri said that and told me about it Mommy" Ruka Said smiling more. "Ohh Mitsuri" Y/N said in her head giggling. "So I'm starting to get why I have my hair and eyes like Daddy" Ruka asked. "What do you mean Ruka" Y/N asked her. "It's because you were eating too much shrimp tempura When I was in your tummy Mommy" Ruka Said giggling and smiling. Y/N found that funny and giggled too "Aww Ohh Ruka you'll know when you get older Okay Sweetie" Y/N said as she hugged Ruka. "Ohh Ok Mommy" Ruka Said Hugging you tightly.

Y/N saw a market nearby and saw sweet potatoes. "You know Ruka Why don't we get some sweet potatoes We can make Daddy something special" Y/N said seeing Ruka smiling and jumping with joy. "Yay let's go Mommy I want to help you" Ruka said as Y/N kissed her Forehead and the two went to get some sweet potatoes to make Kyojuro something good to eat. As the two headed Home and got there. Y/N opened the gate and she and Ruka went inside as they saw Kyojuro talking to Senjuro and Shinjuro who came by to visit.

Kyojuro turns to look at who came in and Sees his daughter and wife. "Daddy" Ruka said happily, running up to hug her father Kyojuro and Kyo catches her and hugs her. "Aww My Little Flame I'm so happy your home" Kyojuro said Hugging Ruka tight "Me too I miss you and mommy" Ruka said as Kyojuro kissed her Forehead. Kyojuro sets Ruka down as She turns to see her Uncle Senjuro and Her Grandpa Shinjuro. "Uncle Senjuro And Grandpa" Ruka said as she hugs her Uncle Senjuro "Ohh Hi Ruka it's so good to see you" Senjuro said Hugging Ruka. "Grandpa" Ruka said as she went up to her Grandpa Shinjuro.

Shinjuro has changed alot ever since the incident of the Mugen Train he couldn't bear to lose his son or his future daughter in law. Despite his addiction to the sake He still cares about his sons dearly and about Y/N too even He changed alot and he is happy knowing Kyojuro found a happy wife and has given him a beautiful granddaughter he adores and loves. Shinjuro picks up Ruka and hugs her "Hello Ruka How have you been," Shinjuro asked her as Ruka hugs him "I've been good I'm happy you and uncle Senjuro came to visit" She said happily. Y/N smiles as Kyojuro places his arm around her shoulder "How are you My Love" He asks her. "Ohh I'm good Kyo I'm happy looking at this" Y/N said as Kyojuro hugged her close to him. "Me too My love" he said smiling.

"Well How about We make that Sweet potato pie Ruka? Y/N said "Senjuro and Shinjuro Please stay and join us" Y/N added. Senjuro and Shinjuro agreed as Ruka hold her Grandpa hands and lead them to the table and while Shinjuro, Senjuro, and Kyojuro were talking. Ruka helped her mother Y/N in the kitchen as Y/N cooked the Sweet Potato Pie.

While the Pie was finally ready Y/N served everyone a slice of the sweet potato pie. Shinjuro and Senjuro enjoyed it as Ruka loved it too. Y/N found it adorable how Ruka was feeding her father his sweet potatoes pie. After everyone enjoyed the desert Senjuro played with Ruka for a while As Shinjuro talked with his son and Y/N until it was time for them to head home. Ruka hugged her Uncle Senjuro and Grandpa Shinjuro goodbye and they waved goodbye to Ruka, Kyojuro, and Y/N as it was time for Ruka to get ready for bed.

As Y/N tucked Ruka in her Futon to sleep. Ruka hugs you "Good Night Mommy I had fun today" Ruka said as Y/N smiled and hugged her back. "Aww Good Night to you too Sweetie" Y/N said as She kissed Ruka forehead Goodnight and Kyojuro comes in to do the same. "Goodnight Daddy" Ruka said Hugging her dad as Kyojuro hugged her and kissed her Forehead Goodnight. "Night night Ruka" Kyojuro said as He and Y/N almost slid the door closed.

But opened it a little to see Ruka sleeping. Kyojuro hugs Y/N from behind "Awww look at our sweet little Flame My love" Kyojuro said Hugging Y/N more as Y/N smiles. "I love our daughter and also I love you so much too Kyo" Y/N said as she slid the door closed of Ruka room and Kyojuro turned her and the two share a passionate kiss and picked her up to take Y/N to the room to cuddle her in the night.

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

I know you’re on a villain streak rn but can we get some headcanons for fantasy AU shouto? Sfw or nsfw up to you 👀

I really can't see Shouto as anything other than a prince in a fantasy AU

but the kind of prince who hates his role, wishes he could run away and live a normal life

He became the heir of his kingdom after his oldest brother had a huge breakdown, tried setting as much of the castle as he could on fire, and ran off to another kingdom. Then, his other brother married a princess from another kingdom, deciding to join her family rather than make her join his. These actions caused both brothers to be disowned by the King, leaving Shouto as the new heir.

You were a thief of sorts, and after a whole scenario where in attempting to steal something valuable from Shouto he agreed to give it to you only if you took him with you wherever you were going, and you decided it was the easiest course of events, and you could ditch him later

Except, you didnt ditch him. Unknowingly, he used his pretty face to convince you to keep him around and teach him how to defend himself and steal

Months of days and nights alone together in the forests, traveling through towns, surviving with each other and living lavishly as criminals drew the two of you insanely close, until a night mixed with a little too much alcohol helped some feelings become exposed

Shouto very quickly learned to care for you, even though your meeting was random and him tagging along was clearly unwanted on your part, you saved him from a life he didn't want, and youve shown him more than he ever could have hoped for before. Especially as you become softer and more trusting of him, he came to love you

you really considered selling him back to his kingdom for a while, but you noticed how your heart fluttered seeing this spoiled mans smiles even as you trudged around as dirty criminals

the thought of living as royalty disgusted you, but you never thought someone as lucky as him would choose your life over the one he was given

going back, eventually you do end up together, and this is the only time that shouto ever considers going back. he loves his life now, and he knows you do too, but he also knows its dangerous and as King, he could make sure you were always safe and happy. Except he knew you wouldn't be happy in a castle, you needed the world to explore. So he never did go home

He's never been in a relationship before, and his examples of relationships are scarce and not good. His mother's fear of his father alone told him that he should at least never become like his father

He relies more on his instincts with you, and he acts how he pleases. If he wants to touch you, he does. If he wants to kiss you, he does. He's not shy at all, and can be very blunt with you

He likes taking care of you, hes used to being pampered so he feels like he doesn't deserve it when you pamper him, but he knows youve had a hard life and he wants you to feel comfortable.

He gets playfully annoyed when you bring up his royal status, such as calling him your highness and such

He's incredibly smart, and he learns very quickly, so sometimes youre surprised to find him teaching you something.

He hopes that you two can earn enough money to one day move far away where no one would even slightly recognize your faces, and you can live a normal life

He does want a family one day. Even if you cant naturally have kids, there's plenty of kids living in the streets in the towns you go to, you could just take a couple for yourself.

He is insanely naive when it comes to sexual things. He knows what sex is, but only in very scientific terms. He knows it as how someone has a baby, but the idea of it being for pleasure is somewhat foreign to him.

So when you two reach a point of making your relationship sexual, he is (happily) surprised

Youd take the lead in the beginning, but again, he loves to pamper you, so once he knows what hes doing he loves pleasuring you non stop

Im ngl for a while after your first time, you two would fuck like bunnies. He wants to experiment, and he also loves feeling close to you in a way he didn't know possible

Aftercare is very important with him as well even if he isnt aware of him doing so. If he gets rough he massages your body, he helps clean you up, he tells you he loves you and how beautiful you are, he makes sure that you eat.

Honestly, while there are definitely some things Shouto is completely confused about outside of his princely life, he has never once seemed negative about it. For a spoiled prince, he acts so humble and appreciative of everything, and he is always willing to go outside of his comfort zone - this is one of the things that you love about him

[starryredpandawrites]

What if. . . Wilson succeeded and made Audrey into his "perfect creation"? He takes Audrey by surprise instead of outright telling her his plan before getting a Gent pipe to the face, and Gent has their tool.

The one person who cared about and was kind to Bendy, taken from him and used like some puppet for their own twisted uses. The world truly hates him. . .

Me, thinking furiously: I can fix this, I can fix this, I can fix this, HOW CAN FIX THIS?!

This might be a little too much angst for me but I'll give it a shot.

TW body horror under the cut

Shipahoy Dudley and Wilson didn't mix very well, right? Maybe it's because he has a fully human soul and Audrey's soul isn't but I also can't imagine Shipahoy Audrey turning out much better since her soul is strong/intact enough to form her own person, so we'd probably end up with an Audrey sticking out of a Shipahoy monster like what happened to Wilson. Horrific but hopefully fixable. You'll see what I mean.

Bendy and Audrey's minds are probably still linked but I doubt Audrey's thoughts and senses would be very coherent. All the Ink Demon would know is something is very, very, very wrong.

Eventually, Wilson would sicc Shipahoy Audrey at Bendy (that's the whole reason he wanted her, to make something to take down the Ink Demon permanently) which means she would have to track him down. I dunno if she would have the mind for it, but once she crosses out of signal dampener territory, Bendy would find her.

Now, I don't think Audrey would attack Bendy, but the Shipahoy side of her might. If they fight Bendy will win, but it will be awful and traumatizing. If she doesn't fight back, it will still be awful but maybe a little less traumatizing or just traumatizing in a different way.

Either way, Bendy would see Audrey's upper half sticking out of Shipahoy and get the idea that, maybe if he separates her from the whole, he can save her.

So, that's what he does. She would not survive the process BUT in this world, you only truly die if you are consumed. Cue dramatic heartbreaking scene of her melting away in his arms while he begs her to return to him.

There's a chance that while she's melting he will panic and consume her rather than risk letting her reform on her own. While this would still count as a "bad ending" in my book, I do think Audrey would have a very different attitude towards becoming a Big Monster this time. She would much prefer being stuck with Bendy than being stuck with Wilson's monstrosity. She might even thank him for it.

If he doesn't consume her, she'll melt away and he'll go do whatever he did in the first game to the Shipahoy carcass or consume it just to be sure Audrey has the best chance at coming back as herself.

Since I'm writing this, she will come back and they have their happy reunion, but they'll both be horribly, horribly scarred by this. Audrey would understand and even be grateful that the Ink Demon freed her, but she would likely develop PTSD and/or at the very least suffer nightmares about the Ink Demon killing her, which would suck for both of them. The Ink Demon would feel awful for being responsible for one of her deaths. In his mind, he broke his promise not to harm her, and even though it was for a good cause he'll hate himself for that. He hates liars and now he's become one.

Luckily, time heals (or at the very least, softens) all wounds and they live happily ever after, the End 🎉

I know you mentioned the Gent corporation using Audrey against Bendy but my brain cannot handle the angst so have this happy ending copout instead

I'm gonna go write some fluff now 🥺