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lorablackmane · 8 months ago

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It's time for ghosts y'all!! I wanted to make this post once I finished a chapter or 2 of my AU's fic, but I've talked about these lil fuckers so much w/ Teal in the past month I figured it might be best to make a post b4 that so ppl aren't confused in the future.

The premise of this AU is after the night after the King is defeated, everyone is celebrating! ...Until odd things start to appear in the House. A giant bloodsplatter in the Death Corridor and a trail of blood leading from it to the King's room. A shattered shelf and knocked over pot missing it's contents in the kitchen. A frozen body near the storage room.

One by one, ghosts created from the breaking points of Siffrin's wish start to appear, and they're here to stay! For better... or for worse.

Below is how each ghost was made, their wishcraft's scent (I put too much thought into this info so I'm adding it), and a bit about them!

(Cw for the ghost's stories below: death, suicide, allergy attack)

The Stoned - Created in Act 1 - Smells like Copper and Sugar

(This one will get a proper ref later bc this doesn't fully capture him)

Despite their looks, The Stoned is the calmest out of all of them, even though their death was one of the most painful. It happened so quickly and also messed up enough that the Wishcraft couldn't fix most of their body after the boulder disappears... so he can't feel pain anymore. He can't really feel much honestly there's... there isn't many nerves to feel with anymore. The additional lack of bones is a detriment to their ability to move, making them have to crawl around and continuously shift so they won't lose their balance until they get items like crutches and a wheelchair to help.

The Stoned doesn't know the horrors of the House and so are innocent in a way even Bonnie isn't. They never even it made it to the second half of the first floor! So a lot of the things the others talk about fly over their head. The others don't leave them out of talks about the House though! ...Not that the Stoned... really speaks - but it's the thought that counts!! They have their buddy to speak for them, anyway.

Just like how Loop's Wishcraft made their body unique, each ghost has their own lil quirk due to the Wishcraft that powers their bodies. The Stoned has the oddest one: due to their lack of most their bones their body is almost completely powered by Wishcraft that is activated by the air he breathes in. Because of this, he can actually almost flatten himself by releasing all the air inside themself, and will stay that way until he breathes back in. He can't move like that, but it does sometimes come in handy - by releasing some instead of all the air they can make themself slightly more compact to get into tight places!

The Silent - Created in Act 2 - Smells like Saltwater Taffy

The Silent is a fearful one, they remember the pain the House offers but cannot feel it. They only truly remember up to Bonnie accidentally pushing them, however they know so much more. Each time Siffrin touched a tear he gave them the memories of that run, but to the Silent it was less like a memory and more like watching a play. Detached from themself... yet the fear is there. They aren't like Stone who only remembers his death, they know the blessing was a curse wrapped in a pretty bow and the thought that what they see is only a fragment of the loops Siffrin went through... it makes them retreat into themself, especially bc they see their existence as unneeded bc well... Siffrin already exists. They don't need another to bother them.

It's much easier to stay put, to let them become one with the House as the tears intended. They don't need to breathe, to eat, or anything really so it's quite easy for them to do so! For them to just... exist. Hiding in plain sight, like the books hidden on shelves of the House written in their mother tongue. So this is where they stay, until one day maybe people can hear them speak once more. They do occasionally move, mostly when they hear that the Housemaiden's need the area they're in, but only when they're certain no one is looking.

When it comes to fight, flight, or freeze they choose freeze every time... which isn't helped by the quirk of their body's Wishcraft. The Silent can freeze anything up to the size of a medium bowl if they hold it for long enough. The Unseen will sometimes use this to pull pranks on people who upset them, stealing their umbrellas and placing them in The Silent's hold. They find this very petty... but they don't like moving bc a Housemaiden might see them and it is funny so they don't stop the two from doing so.

The Unseen(Left) - Created in Act 3 - Smells like Candied Pineapples

The left one is similar in personality to the Stoned as when they were created Siffrin knews that something was wrong, but still had hope that things were okay. They are an odd one: they see their accidental death as nothing in the grand scheme of things considering how many deaths already happened before them. If anything, he sees his death as a vital piece of showing their love to their family oddly enough! His memory is spotty, but the answer to Bonnie's question is forever engraved upon their skin so none of them will ever forget (even if most cannot see them anymore except outta the corner of their eye). There is a great sorrow in them though, after meeting their counterpart and discovering that there was so much pain afterwards - that like them this fact is engraved into their counterpart... but they'll stay with them, and maybe... they can bring some joy back to the right.

They help keep their counterpart's pranks in check, as unlike the right left remembers how fragile people are and doesn't see them as actors or dolls. Most of the pranks they plan are leaving lil letters with terrible puns around the House. Like you go into the bathroom, there's a letter tied to the handle of the sink. You open it and it says something like, "water you doin, handsome?" Stupid stuff like that, that makes them feel like the funnyjokespunperson they were before everything. A way to reclaim what the loops took from them both.

The Lonely - Created in Act 3 - Smells of Sugar and Moldy Cloth

This ghost is the culmination of so, so many fragments Siffrin left in between those walls. For a long time they did not remember anything besides the motions to get to the King, yet they could never defeat him. They couldn't survive his major attack, no matter what they did. It feels like at one point he could though... wasn't there a way? It isn't until the ghost event that they remember what they lost and while it felt absolute euphoria in that moment, after that the loneliness became soul crushing. The hunger for someone, anyone to be with them hurt so much! ...It made them remember why they forgot their family the first time.

The Lonely's quirk unlike most of the others isn't seared on their skin. No, the Lonely's ability is actually only really useful for dealing with The Unseen - anytime one of the others is in danger or about to do something dangerous they sense it. The Vengeful is constantly ringing this mental alarm, but it can't do anything to help due to it constantly moving so they don't even try with them. The Unseen though, it is often seen dragging them by the ears before they do something like unleash a barrel full of marbles in a hallway.

The Vengeful - Created in Act 4 - Smells of Steel, Salt, and Sugar

It is the culmination of the King's cruelty and Siffrin's agony, a beast made of anger, pain, and sorrow in equal measures. It hates the King both bc Siffrin did and bc it sees him at fault for it's creation as it doesn't know of Wishcraft as it was created right on the line between 3 and 4. That is why it tore his right hand off and stole the gauntlet upon it - a punishment for the action that created it and a trophy for it to wear as proof that, even after such a horrid deed, he didn't win. It runs away from the House and it's former family because of this memory - it cannot confront the people it feels it failed even with the knowledge they survived, that it's sin wasn't permanent. In it's eyes it will always exist. It's eye will sometimes gleam with the same shade as the one that appeared when the world was breaking!

The Vengeful is the only ghost no one is completely sure the location of due to it throwing itself out of the first available window after completing it's mission. It mostly stays in forests or caverns where it can easily hide, only going near towns if someone reminds it of the King. Once it has dealt with said person however it views it needs to, mostly by scaring them, it returns to it's current hiding spot. The Vengeful is a lonely one, but it's not ready to be near people for long periods of time. It's afraid that due to how it was created it'll bring bad luck to those it spends too much time with - how couldn't it? It was created from a person trapped in the middle of an hourglass until they drowned in the golden sands and by a man who saw his will as absolute, who caused so much agony. One day, though, it'll realize that isn't true... but it'll be quite a while.

The Unseen(Right) - Created in Act 4 - Smells like Steel and Sugar

This one is the closest in personality to Loop. It mocks even though it has no voice, they play with the people around it to remind themself they're real. Without the left the right Unseen would be much more dangerous as it is so desensitized to death they have forgotten what is actually dangerous and so some of their mischief has to be tempered by the left one to avoid killing those around them. For a very long time they view others, besides left, as merely actors in a similar vein as Loop, only referring to others via titles if it needs to interact with anyone and left doesn't control the writing pen. As time passes this trait slowly disappears, as the days show more changes like rain upon the rooftops or snow in the gardens, things it long forgot.

Together with their counterpart The Unseen are the ones who were left behind through actions seen as small, but were greater than thought. The ones who cannot be seen without drastically changing the views of ones most loved by the person they once were. And so they stay hidden from sight by their own Wishcraft... but that is a lonely way to live they discovered. The two of them alone cannot satiate their need 4 company. And so they do little things that are easily noticed so they can be seen without breaking their rule: walking around with open, stolen umbrellas or pulling little pranks.

Most Housemaiden's don't talk to them, because they never get an answer they assume they don't like talking. This isn't the case though they cannot tell them that... neither can speak. The left's throat is closed up and the right's is... well u can probably guess why theirs wouldn't work even if they had a mouth to speak with. The Lonely though does speak to them often - it has a chalkboard in the room it lives in inside the House for them to write lil questions or answers on.

#lbwriting #isat #in stars and time #isat spoilers #isat au #Echoes of Loops AU #love these critters so much #they cause so many issues u have no idea #A lot of philosophy scholars will b having a field day exploring the questions these ghosts bring to Vaugarde #Bc that ghost might b committing blasphemy but does it count if they're not in ur religion? Can ghosts even commit blasphemy?#feel free to ask about them btw! I love talking about them if this very long post wasn't any indication

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redrandomposts · 19 days ago

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alien stage high school(+twist) au!! ivantill

summary: there's an old ring in an antique shop, and the perfect gift for someone you like. when ivan gives it to till, he finds that he can wish for something relating to till - as long as he pays a price.

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it's an ordinary day. that is, ivan was going to school, ready to bother till again. he gets up early every morning, sends a text (or seven) to wake till up, then heads on his way to class.

he takes a slightly different route today. it's been seven years since till and he first hung out outside of school, and he needs to find a gift for the occasion. he's sure that till doesn't remember, but ivan does, and that has to count for something.

in the window of an antique store, he spots it. though weathered, a beautiful ring with a gemstone that reminds ivan of till's eyes sits there, waiting. he buys it without a second thought, fiddling it in his hand as he planned how to go about gifting it. it's for the best that it was anonymous. so, wrapping it in discreet packaging, he slipped it into his locker and waited for till in the classroom as he always does.

fifteen minutes later, just half a second before the bell rang, till came crashing in and claiming his spot next to ivan. in the corner of his eye, ivan watched as till fiddled with the ring. satisfied, he opened his textbook and got ready to write notes (which, of course, was for till. color-coded, neatly organized, and three or more syllable words having the definition beside it).

after that, he didnt have anymore thoughts about the ring. it was not the first gift he gave to till, and not the most expensive one either. he'd feel a slight satisfaction when he saw it on till, but other than that—nothing.

well, that was how it went until till was involved in a car crash.

ir was an otherwise ordinary day. till was most probably going to the music store for new strings or sheets, and as much as ivan would like to, he wasn't by till's side 24/7. he only heard about it when the hospital contacted him as an emergency contact (something he had done without till's knowledge) that he found out.

when he arrived, till was in a coma. he was the most peaceful ivan had seen him in a long while, and not even dreams brought a sign of life to him.

ivan pulled some strings to get till a private, vip room, make sure till's "guardian" wasn't contacted, get them both sick leave from school, and settled in the hospital for rhe foreseeable future.

till's father was out of town most of the time, only coming for urgent matters. ivan decided that he didnt need to be there.

soon, ivan came by to the school once a week to turn in work and explain to the principal that till was not waking up anytime soon.

a month passed. ivan... ivan was growing desperate. by till's bedside, he had practically made a home for himself; his laptop, notebooks, novels... if he were an artist, he'd draw till again and again until he went insane.

"till," he said. there was no response. "god...till, why won't you wake up? open your eyes, or twitch a finger. till, till... i wish you were never in that accident."

ivan fell asleep again that night by till's bedside.

when he woke up, though, it was in his own bed. he felt oddly refreshed, as though the past month were a dream. looking at the calendar, his mouth dried.

it was the day till had gotten into the crash.

was it really all a dream? ivan grasped at his phone. it was six pm, an hour after till had gotten into the accident. before he could do anything, the door opened.

"ivan, there you are. i thought you invited me over to do the project, not sleep." till stood there, alive and well. and, well, ivan decided to put the rest in the back of his mind.

he went out to the dining room, where till had set up the project. notebooks and papers were already scattered across the table, though it was obvious till hadn't worked on any of it yet.

ivan looked at till. he couldnt forget how till had lied, unmoving, on that hospital bed.

"i'll make us food," ivan decided, heading to the kitchen.

ivan had learned how to cook long ago, if only to feed till. till, for no apparent reason, had hated the food his nanny used to make, so ivan took it upon himself to learn. it took several years to perfect the art of cooking for till.

ivan set down the finished dishes in hastily cleared spots and sat next to till, eating his own share. as till wolfed down his food, ivan stared blankly at his.

was his tongue broken? why couldn't he taste it?

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a week later, in chemistry lab, till had gotten a little too handsy. ivan sat next to him on the way to the hospital, and thus he witnessed till's absolute devestation when he learned that his hands wouldn't be able to heal the way it had before.

till had painstakingly learned the guitar, how to draw, and it would all be ruined because his hands were burned.

ivan frowned, looking down at till's bandaged hands. unbidden, he recalled the car accident, and quietly, he whispered; "i wish till's hands will heaal to a state better than before."

the next week, it was as if a medical miracle had graced till. his hands returned to it's condition, if not better. ivan looked at till's hands, unable to smell anything. it was fine, though; he'd give anything to till.

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the next to go was his right leg. it wasn't anything that bad; ivan's newfound loss of taste and smell led him to seek food that felt nice eating. they both went to a restaurant together, where a robbery had happened whilst they were there. till was shot in the leg; naturally, ivan wished to go back so that he could take the shot instead.

unfortunately, it hit some nerve, or it was the wish's penalty. ivan was unable to use his leg again.

it was easy enough to wrap it up in a cast and walk in crutches, though.

#au idea #alnst till #alnst ivan #alnst #tillivan #ivantill

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stabbyfoxandrew · 2 months ago

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Happy late birthday!!! I hope you had a good day and had a fun time <3

I don't know if your wips are open yet cus it doesn't say so, but you just posted something related so idk.

If they are, could I have some Vampdrew? Or some Angel Neil?

Either way! Lots of love <3

WIP Wednesday (9/18) | Guardian Angel Neil AU (Part 234)

"So what? Neither are these," Andrew says as he lights a cigarette. He takes a drag and blows out smoke; it curls in the cool evening air then dissipates. "But I like them."

Neil takes the gum out of his mouth and it burns to nothing in his hand. A slightly fruity scent joins Andrew's cigarette smoke as the angel picks up the sandwich. "Thanks."

While they sit there, Andrew considers the pros and cons of being an angel. For every good thing seems to be canceled out by another. Neil can make himself invisible, but he has to because he's not allowed to talk to people. He can summon a magical knife, but he's terrified of it. He doesn't have to eat but he evidently feels hunger, based on the huge bite he's taking. Andrew flicks ash and lifts his cigarette back to his lips. He thinks the umbrella-shield and the angel fire must have drawbacks, he just hasn't witnessed them yet.

"D'you put jelly in this?" Neil asks suddenly, his voice thick with peanut butter. Andrew doesn't think it should be endearing, but alas. He's weak.

"No. Didn't have any." Andrew answers, causing Neil to pout slightly. Before Andrew can call him out for being a choosing beggar, he realizes Neil has literally never asked him for anything. Not for himself. He only asks for things that pertain to Andrew's well-being. The idiot. Neil sets his sandwich on his thigh and grabs for the water bottle, taking a long sip. Andrew watches his throat as he swallows.

Once they're both finished with their unnecessary vices— can a peanut butter sandwich be a vice, Andrew wonders— Neil burns the paper towel Andrew had wrapped up and stares into the flame in his hand with an unreadable expression. Andrew gives him a look. Is he about to find the bad side of Neil's fire? No, evidently not. Neil just blows the pile of ash out of his palm and moves to lie down, looking up at the sky.

It's far too early for stars and they're sort of hard to see from here anyway, thanks to all the light pollution. But Neil just keeps staring up at the fading daylight. A few moments pass and suddenly a plane is overhead, leaving wispy white streaks behind it. Andrew watches it until it's out of sight and thinks that it's like Neil. No matter if he's visible or not, there's always angelic contrails in Andrew's mind. It's sort of nice, having Neil to think about instead of the rest of everything in the world. The future, the past. Fuck, even the present is annoying to think about for too long. But Neil makes it worthwhile, even if he's a bit pissy the court is off limits till Friday.

That's right, Andrew remembers gleefully. There was no practice today and there won't be tomorrow either. Or Thursday. Oh, what a wonderful world to live in. No practice, just Neil and— Oh, fuck. Tomorrow's Wednesday. Andrew chews on the end of his cigarette as he considers his next session with Betsy. He's not sure what they'll end up discussing, but he knows she'll inevitably bring up Neil. She's his favorite subject at the moment, after all. (Andrew's too, but no one needs to know.)

Speaking of Neil. Andrew is once again fully convinced there's a gorgeous, snarky, angelic asshole lying next to him right now. He knows Neil is here. He's seen him eat and drink and sew and there's the knife mark in the roof still. And the Butcher exists and Kevin met him! He has all this evidence, he believes in Neil. He's 99.9% sure Neil's here. But there's the tiniest, tiniest bit of doubt in the back of Andrew's mind and he wants it gone.

#i did have a fun time beloved thank you! <3 also yeah they were open i just have the dumb lol ty!!<33333 #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #🕊️#answered #qstygia

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 months ago

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The Quicksilver Princess Ch. 5

Series summary: A fantasy AU in which Dean is part of a long line of warriors who protect the kingdom. What happens when his rescue of the little princess with the quicksilver eyes gets him a possible future bride?

Series Warnings: Nothing major. Show typical violence. Fantasy violence. Smut. Angst. Fluff. Each chapter will have its own specific warnings. So, watch for those.

Chapter Warnings: None.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x OFC (Melissande)

Word Count: 5,730

A/N: This is the ridiculously long postponed Chapter 5. (Ch. 4 was posted more than 2 years ago! 🙈🙈) This fic won my poll to see what orphaned series I'd finish next. And I'm so thrilled that I'm finally able to finish it. I swear Chapter 6 will be up in the next week or so at the latest. It's all outlined and ready to go, just gotta write it out. But it will DEFINITELY not be another two years. *crosses heart*

Hope you enjoy this chapter! ❤️

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Dean came awake with a start, sitting up quickly and then immediately groaning and pressing his hand to his head as it throbbed. He squeezed his eyes closed for a minute, feeling slightly nauseous and trying to make sense of the jumble of images in his mind.

Mellie's face floated into focus and his eyes popped open.

“Mellie?” He called out, sitting up quickly and looking around as his head throbbed again. A few feet away, Rowena held out her hands towards him.

“Try not to move too quickly. I had to use strong magic to fell you and that can sometimes leave a person feeling a wee bit peaky.”

Suddenly everything came rushing back to Dean and he jumped up, charging towards the tiny witch. He stopped just short of wrapping his hands around her neck, but his fingers itched from the restraint.

“You let her go!” He roared at her. “To save your own skin you gave her up just like that.” He snapped his fingers.

Rowena shook her head. “You've really a very low opinion of me, haven't you? This is the second time you've accused me of selling out our wee princess.”

Dean clenched his teeth. “Because I know who you are and how you operate. You'd do anything to save yourself.”

Rowena shrugged. “I won't apologize for prioritizing my safety. But it just so happens that this time, the princess's safety and mine go hand in hand. I need her to stop the Queen because nothing that duplicitous, mangy monarch has planned could possibly do me, or any of us for that matter, any good.”

Dean swallowed hard. “So you sent Mellie out to be slaughtered, and you think THAT is a solution? If anything, you've just made the queen's attempt at power that much easier.”

Rowena shook her head. “No, because you are going to save her, remember?”

Dean growled in frustration, turning abruptly to begin pacing around thel grand entranceway. “You're as bad as Mellie! Just how am I supposed to get into the castle, past hundreds of guardsmen, through the queen's own personal guards and into her suites to stop her from…”

He lifted his arms and spun back to face the witch. “From what exactly? We have no idea what she's doing, what she's planning! So, how can I even try to go in prepared?”

Rowena nodded. “It’s a quandary to be sure, but you’re a resourceful young lad, I have faith you’ll figure it out.”

Dean just glared at her. Rowena raised a delicate shoulder. “Look, all I can tell you is that the Queen may pretend she’s a part of the Great Church as the monarchs are meant to be, but she’s a witch, through and through, except that she's a coward and hides it. But her father was a devout follower of the old gods, and he taught her to be the same.”

Dean frowned. “How do you know that?”

Rowena looked away coyly. “I maybe, perhaps, let him court me for a few years after his wife died.”

Dean’s eyes got wide. “So you know the Queen? Personally?”

Rowena scoffed. “I wouldn’t claim that much. When I was with Roland, little Layo’ita was hardly ever around. Her days were mostly spent learning how to marry King Yasa and be his First Queen.

Yasa’s maiden aunt lived at Roland’s keep to teach Layo’ita how to be royal - the protocols and expectations, as well as the history of the Coll family’s reign of Sanso’ye for three hundred years. She had a lot to learn, so we didn’t see her often. She’d essentially been the Coll’s property from the day the betrothal papers were signed when she was just two weeks old.”

Rowena sighed. “I could almost feel sorry for her back then. She was just this plain little slip of a girl, and it must have been a very heavy burden for her to carry.”

Dean grit his teeth. “Yes, well now she’s a murderer, so I’m afraid I don’t share your sympathy.”

Rowena arched an eyebrow. “I said I could ALMOST feel sorry for her. But even back then, she had a kind of mean streak in her. And Roland encouraged it. When she was ten years old she was practicing a complicated courtier’s dance and slipped and fell flat on her arse. Her handmaid, the woman who had been assigned to her at birth, who’d doted on her constantly for ten years, chuckled slightly at the slip up and Layo’ita had her taken away and severely whipped. When he found out about it, Roland told her she’d done right, that she was a product of the old gods and they wouldn’t allow for mockery.”

Rowena’s lip curled. “I didn’t stay with him long after that.” She sighed. “I know for a fact that he encouraged her to pursue magic and the old ways. But she hides it very well. I don’t think many people in the kingdom even have a clue about her witchery. Hypocrite.” She huffed.

Dean closed his eyes. “Alright, how does any of this help me? It just means that on top of the couple hundred guardsmen and personal guards between me and the Queen, apparently I also have her powerful magical abilities to contend with.”

“Yes, which is an important fact to know going in, don’t you think?” Rowena asked with pique. “You’re welcome, Winchester.”

Dean sighed. “Yes, thank you, Witch.” He rubbed a hand over his face. His stomach felt sick as he thought of Mellie holed up with a crazed, dark-hearted woman bent on power.

“I don’t know where to start.” He said, a little desperately. “Obviously I need help, but I’m telling you, the other Warriors won’t listen to me. Or the vast majority of them won’t.”

Rowena shook her head. “I think you’re underestimating your own persuasiveness as well as the Warriors’ sense of what’s right. The members of your clan have powerful instincts that skirt the edges of being magical themselves.”

“We are not magical.” Dean said with a frown. “We're just very good at our duties, and we take our oaths seriously.”

Rowena rolled her eyes. “As you say, dear. The point being that those good instincts will help them hear the truth of your mission.”

Dean shook his head and sighed deeply. “I suppose it's my only hope, isn't it?”

“Likely is.” She held up a finger. “Just wait one moment, I have something that might help you.”

She walked out of the room, but was back almost instantly with two small leather bundles that she handed to Dean. He looked at them and raised a brow.

Rowena covered them in his hand. “These reveal spell work. You've got a powerful witch on your hands, one who has been able to hide her magic for a very long time. But this bag will glow purple in the presence of magic and if you burn one, it will reveal to you what magic has been used, so you can't be fooled by trickery.”

Dean nodded. “That will be helpful, thank you.”

Rowena smiled at him, and he recognized it as genuine. “You can thank me when that wee princess is safe and that lying, cowardly Witch Queen is dead.”

Dean nodded. “Done.”

***

Melissande was trying not to panic.

The ride from Rowena’s to the castle had taken half a day. Her surrender had been simple enough; she’d merely told the Guardsmen that she was ready to be taken to the First Queen, and one of them had swept her up in front of him on his horse and shackled her wrists before galloping away. They’d traveled for hours and had arrived at the castle just as the sun was at its zenith in the sky.

The solar eclipse will happen in less than a day, Melissande thought with a little thrill of fear. But then she shook her head. No, I believe in you, my Winchester Warrior, I know you’ll get here on time.

When they got to the castle, the guard she’d been riding with lifted her down and then took her to a cell in the dungeons of the castle. It was bleak, but it was clean and there was one high window that let in some light and air.

As dungeons went, she supposed it could be worse.

She’d been to the King's Castle less than a dozen times throughout her life, and only a handful of times in the last dozen years. All her life she'd lived with her mother in the Blue wing of the Northern Castle. When she was younger, her father’s other wives and children had lived there too. The Second Queen had lived in the Yellow Wing with her son, and the Third Queen had lived in the Green Wing with her two daughters.

Melissande was many years younger than her other siblings and as such, they’d never been close.

The First Queen had given birth to one son and one daughter. But the baby girl had died very shortly after birth, and she’d never met her eldest brother, heir to the throne, Prince Lien. By the time she was born, he was living far away, governing some of Sanso’ye’s territories in The Lands Beyond.

Her second brother, Prince Ar'tak, was a captain in the King’s Forces and fighting in some endless war across the sea. She only had vague, unreliable memories of him, since he left when she was barely four years old.

Her two elder sisters, Par’ita, and Sol’min had been married off to lesser Princes in Misola, when Melissande was eight. They had been seventeen and eighteen respectively and with a decade separating their ages, they'd had very little interest in spending time with their eight year old half sister.

So, she didn’t really know any of her half-siblings very well, but she’d been close with her father. Or she thought she had.

But since he’d stopped coming to visit the Northern castle when she was six, she'd only seen him from afar during those official events that her mother had insisted they travel south to attend, “because it was the proper thing to do”. Her sisters’ weddings had been two of those occasions.

Every time they'd gone to the castle, no matter how brief their visit, Melissande had always secretly hoped her father would notice her and come running, excited to see her once again, as he used to be.

She still remembered how it used to feel when he would come to visit. They usually knew he'd be coming, but sometimes he surprised them, and he'd stride through the door of their sitting room, and his deep, calm, voice would fill the stone room with warmth.

Melissande would jump up and run to him, despite her mother's loving admonishment that proper ladies didn't run and leap into people's arms. Her father had no such compunction, however, and would whisk her off the ground in a sweeping arc that made her squeal in delight.

Her mother may not have leapt into his arms, but she walked into them quickly, and happily. Her father would hold her in one arm and wrap the other around her mother's waist and pull her close. Hera would rest her head on his wide chest, and it was always the happiest Melissande ever saw her.

When he stopped coming to visit them, Melissande missed him terribly, but she didn't think her mother ever really got over his loss. She stayed the same loving, caring mother she'd always been, but underneath she always seemed just a little sad. It hurt Melissande's heart to know her mother died with that sadness still inside her; she’d never be relieved of it.

Maybe, if the priests or sorcerers were right, her mother was resting peacefully with her lost family and ancestors in another realm, and maybe Melissande would be able to see her there again, one day.

But not anytime soon. She thought. Because Dean is coming to save me.

As Melissande sank onto the dingy, slightly dusty floor, an idea came to her. Maybe Dean would reach out to the king and explain what was happening. She refused to believe her father knew everything that was going on, and was simply refusing to help her, or worse, was in on the Queen's plans.

Why hadn’t she thought to tell Dean to seek him out. Had she actually feared his involvement, deep down, or had he just been out of her life for so long, that reaching out to him for help simply hadn’t occurred to her.

Before she could ponder the troubling idea for long, however, Layo’ita came sweeping grandly into the dungeon to smile wickedly at Melissande in her cage.

The silver-eyed princess jumped to her feet quickly as the queen approached the bars of the cell. The First Queen was draped in seemingly endless silks, many layers of long trains trailing behind her in the dust. Her skin was pulled so tightly over her bones that her face resembled a grinning skull as she laughed at Melissande.

“Oh, my wee little bastard fey, how beautiful you've become. You favor your whorish mother, though of course, your eyes come from your father's side of the family.”

Melissande felt her muscles stiffen at the insult to her mother, but ignored it, since she knew Layo’ita was just trying to rile her.

“You won't get away with this, witch. My father will stop you.”

The Queen's ghoulish mouth spread wide and a laugh that was almost a cackle poured out.

“You think…” More laughter. “You believe your father will stop me?”

She stepped close to the bars and spoke softly. “Trust me when I say, he's most assuredly on my side.”

Melissande’s heart balked at that idea. But she hadn't seen her father for nearly thirteen years. Did she even really know him? Until she'd been sitting in this cell, it hadn't even occurred to her to go to him for help.

Layo'ita was still chuckling as she tilted her head as though contemplating Melissande. Then she nodded like she was answering her own question.

“Why not?” She said aloud and snapped her fingers.

As fast as blinking, Melissande was suddenly in a different cell - a much darker one. There was no window here and the air was fetid and dank. It smelled like mold and old rotting things. As her eyes adjusted slowly, she could make out the stone walls, and the chains that were attached to them at various points.

All she could hear was a rhythmic drip, drip, drip of water off to her right, and the scuttling and scurrying of what had to be mice or rats of some kind.

Grateful that she wasn't attached to the chains that hung there, Melissande began walking around the long narrow cell. As she got a sense of her surroundings, she realized the room was split in two parts; a crumbling wall that was half collapsed, separated them.

She walked carefully towards the wall and then pulled up short when a voice called out from the other side.

“Who's there? Go away! Leave me alone!”

She jumped at the sudden noise, and her heart was beating out of her chest. But despite the stranger's words, she moved forward. There was something familiar in that voice, though it sounded parched and slightly raw.

She walked tentatively around to the other side of the half wall and her heart stopped all together as she saw the man huddled in the corner.

“Father?”

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The taproom in King's Town was busy, but not stuffed full when Dean walked in. Good, he'd be able to be heard. The barman, Sterin, waved to Dean. He knew him well.

He began pouring his usual mug of ale, but Dean waved him off.

“Apologies, Sterin, I have no time for drinking tonight. I'm only here to address your patrons.” He waved at the table of a dozen or so Warriors.

Both Sterin and the Warriors grumbled, most of the Winchesters turned away from him and concentrated intently on the ale in their cups.

But he was eternally grateful that two of his friends were there. Robert and Jody were a married couple who'd trained together and then fought together very impressively for more than twenty years. They'd always maintained a stalwart support of John and Sam, though most of their fellow Winchester Warriors said they were fools.

Their friendship had kept Dean sane in the early days after the loss of his father and brother.

They were stationed at the Southernmost Winchester Keep, located on The Shield, so they rarely came this far North. He wanted to believe it was Providence that had brought them so far just when he needed them the most.

They both stood up, and Jody came forward to hug him.

“Dean! We were going to head out to see you on our way back down south. But this is better! Now we can dine together.”

“And drink.” Robert added, shaking Dean's hand and slapping him on the back.

“It's so good to see you both, but I'm afraid I have no time to eat or drink.”

Robert's face became serious and Jody's was worried.

“What's wrong, son?” Robert asked.

Dean nodded at them, but called out to the other Warriors at the long table as well.

“I need help from all of you.” A couple Winchesters looked his way, but most of them just ignored him.

“The kingdom needs you.”

That got a few more heads to turn in his direction.

One of the men he didn't know very well, he thought he was called Ketch, scowled at him. “And why should we believe anything you say, traitor.”

Robert bristled and took a step towards the snide man, but Dean grabbed his forearm. “No, it's fine.” He said in an easy tone.

“I just need you to listen.” Before he could be interrupted, he spoke quickly. “Fourth Queen Hera is dead, and her daughter, the Princess Melissande has been taken prisoner by the Guardsmen.”

He knew he'd hit the right nerve by mentioning the Guardsmen, as all the Warriors grumbled and a few actually spit as though they were warding off evil. The Warriors were not keen on the Guardsmen, feeling correctly that they'd been usurped by them.

Robert shook his head. “How can Queen Hera be dead? When did this happen? And what possible reason did those tin cans give for taking the little princess?” He asked, using the insulting nickname given to the Guardsmen because of their metal armor.

“The Queen was killed, and they took Mellie because the First Queen claims that she was the one who murdered her mother.”

There was general scoffing and disbelief among the group, including some of the other patrons.

“Mellie?” Jody asked quietly, raising a knowing brow, while the others talked amongst themselves and shared their doubts.

Dean looked down at Jody and he knew she could read him like an open book, so he was grateful to look away and return to the questions being thrown at him.

More slowly than he really had patience for, he eventually explained the whole story to everyone's satisfaction. He left out the part where he and Mellie got married. If they all lived through this he wanted her to have the ability to annul their marriage quietly and without harming her reputation. So, he simply told them that he'd tried to protect her without providing particulars.

He also left out the fact that he believed the First Queen was a powerful witch, only saying that they were unsure what the First Queen wanted with Mellie. That little detail might be too much for the credibility of the story. Also, they’d demand to know why he believed it and he didn’t want to sell Rowena out and bring her trouble. He just needed The Warriors to help him get in the door; he'd deal with the witch himself.

As the Warriors’ questions fell silent, Ketch raised one last important one.

“And where exactly is the King in all of this? I know over the last dozen years, he's taken a much more subdued role; most people agree that the attempt on his life by men he trusted completely, has made him overly cautious. But surely, in such a situation, with his wife murdered and his own child implicated, surely he'd show himself to deal with it.”

Dean nodded. “Exactly my thoughts, and yet we've heard nothing from him. He hasn't come to any of us or the Guardsmen to try and find the murderer. And in fact, no one even knows Queen Hera is dead.”

He took a deep breath. “I believe the King has been incapacitated in some way. I believe he is unable to act or to give voice to his needs.”

“Uh, Dean,” Jody raised her finger in the air. “Just one problem with that theory, Robert and I spoke with him earlier this afternoon and he wasn't incapacitated at all.”

Dean was taken aback. “Why and how did you meet with the King?”

Robert answered. “We've been after the Council for months now to sit down with us about the state of things in The Shield. There are marauders there, coming in from the sea, and killing and pillaging the villagers up and down the coast. But the council has refused every time, saying it was on us as Warriors to deal with it.”

Jody cut him off, clearly frustrated. “How we're supposed to ‘deal with it’ is beyond me. We have four Warriors to cover the entire Shield, and almost no resources. We've written endless letters that have gone unanswered, or were answered in a very unsatisfactory way. So today we finally just showed up and refused to leave until we met with the Council.”

“We met with them alright,“ Robert continued the story, “and the King was there too. We weren't expecting that. But he said he came because he was very annoyed with us. He told us that he was aware of the problem, but he was sick to death of hearing about how we were failing him once again. He was angry and certainly didn't seem incapable of voicing his concerns.”

Dean frowned, a frown that turned into a scowl as Ketch stared at him. “So, what exactly are we to believe, hmm? That the king is well and fine, but will not come to us for help because we are now despised thanks to your family? Or should we take you at your word, and believe this very intricate lie you've concocted?”

“I have spoken no lie here.” Dean said firmly, his voice dark and deep. “The Princess is being held by the First Queen, there is a plot to end her life, and it's up to us to save her. I don't know what the King's role is in all of this, but I feel in my gut that something has gone very wrong for him. I just don't understand what.”

He breathed in deeply and put every ounce of conviction into his words.

“I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Mellie will die if we don't save her. So, I am asking you all, begging you, in fact, to believe me when I say the kingdom is in trouble. Believe me when I say, my father and brother were innocent. And believe me when I tell you that our answers, and our chance to once again fulfill our oaths to protect Sanso’ye and its people, are waiting beyond the Guardsmen at the gate. Our answers lay inside the castle, they lay in saving the princess that I've already saved once.”

He clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening. “And with or without you all, I will save her again.” He let his chest deflate. “But, I could sure use your swords, Winchesters.”

Robert and Jody flanked him. Jody patted his arm. “You have ours, gladly.”

Slowly a few of the others stood, and then more, and then finally all but Ketch, stood with swords at the ready.

Dean stared at the last man sitting down and Ketch stared back, studying him. Finally, he drained his cup and stood.

“It's about time someone showed those Guardsmen how it's done. I certainly won't miss out on that.”

Dean sighed and let a small smile lift the corner of his mouth.

“Alright, what's the strategy?”

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Melissande felt her world tilt as she looked down at the man she barely recognized as her father. Surely he hadn't deteriorated so much since she'd last seen him a year ago, at the Thistle Day celebration. It was the annual anniversary of the day the Coll family supposedly sprung from the earth in a field of Thistles to be caretakers of Sanso’ye. When she'd seen him from afar, he'd been fit, hale and hearty, as he'd given the royal benediction to the week long celebrations.

Now though, chained to the wall, he was gaunt almost to the point of starvation and even in the dim light that emanated from a small lamp sitting beside him, his skin looked gray and papery.

Beside the lamp sat an empty bucket and a few piles of bones, including what was obviously the skeleton of a rat. Melissande felt her stomach lurch and she was worried she might be sick.

As she took a few steps closer to the man on the ground, he picked up some of the bones and threw them at her.

“Get away from me you shrew! I told you this won't work anymore. I know your disgusting tricks now.”

He was obviously furious, but his voice was reedy and thin as he railed at her. In spite of her confusion and fear, her heart broke for the pain she could hear in his words, and in the way he curled in on himself.

She took a step closer and he buried his head in his drawn up, skinny knees. “Can't you just leave me here to die.”

Tears fell as she knelt on the filthy floor beside him. “Papa?” She whispered and she saw him flinch like he'd been slapped.

She reached out and tentatively touched his cheek. He raised his head and stared at her with tears falling. “Layo, please stop. I don't understand your hatred. Just stop.”

Melissande shook her head. “Papa, I don't know what you're saying. It's me. I'm not…I mean, how could I be the First Queen?”

She stayed close to him, and could see the change coming over his face as an obviously very wary hope cropped up.

“Come…come closer, child.”

She got even closer to him and he inhaled deeply, sniffing at her. More confused than ever, Melissande looked at him and shook her head.

“What are you doing?”

Her father's mask of pain and fear slipped a little further into hope. “You…smell like sunshine.” He croaked, and more tears fell. “Her Duplicates always smell of rotting eggs.”

His chains rattled as he lifted his manacled hand to reach out and touch her cheek. He gasped in a watery breath.

“You're warm!” He said shakily. “Oh, beautiful girl, say you're really my sweet Melissande or just end me here, please, I beg you. I can't take having it ripped away from me again.”

“It's me, Papa. I promise. But what don't you want ripped away from you?”

“Hope.” He said, his voice creaky. “Every time she sends down a Duplicate, they work even harder to convince me that you, or Hera are here to save me. They seem to know things, and I want to believe them so badly. But no matter how real she makes them, she can't get rid of their cold skin or disgusting smell.”

Fear crept back into his gaze. “Please don't just be a better version.”

Melissande threw her arms around his neck like she had when she was little.

“No, Papa. I'm real, I'm here. Believe me.”

“Alright.” He said gruffly. “I will believe you, because I want to so badly.”

Melissande pulled back, wiping away tears and shaking her head. “But I'm so confused. Why are you down here? How long have you been down here?”

Yasa looked at her and gave a watery sigh. “How old are you now, little one?”

Melissande blinked. “Nineteen, heading towards twenty years old. Why?”

“Well, I've completely lost track of time down here. I always tried to guess based on how old the Duplicates of you looked, and I knew it had been years, but I was never sure. If you're nineteen, though, then that means I've been down here for twelve years.”

Melissande gasped. “Twelve years! How is that possible? I just saw you a year ago on Thistle Day.”

Yasa shook his head. “No, that wasn't me. it was Thistle Day twelve years ago that she did this to me.”

“Twelve years.” Melissande whispered. “My god, that was when…” She stared at her father and raised a questioning brow, Dean's face swimming in her mind's eye.

“Papa, twelve years ago, The Winchester Warrior Chieftain, John, was hanged for an attempted assassination, on you. His son was incarcerated in the mines for aiding him. But, were you even there then?”

Yasa closed his eyes. “Yes, I was there. In fact, John and Sam were only in the castle that night because I'd called them to me.”

He ran a knobby, skinny hand down his face. “I suspected Layo was plotting something, but I didn't know what, and I didn't know who I could trust in the castle. So, I went to Sam and John on my own, hidden within a long traveling cloak so no one would know it was me. I asked them to come to the castle after midnight when it was quiet, and help me work out the truth, and to meet me in the library in the West Wing.”

He sighed and let his head drop back against the damp, weeping stone wall.

“I knew Layo dabbled in a bit of magic here and there, but I had no idea she was so practiced and powerful.”

Yasa closed his eyes tightly. “When I went into the library to wait for them, she was already there, holding a knife to your throat. And when John and Sam arrived she was holding a knife to mine.”

Melissande was shaking her head as her father opened his eyes. “No, what do you mean? The Queen never kidnapped me or threatened me with a kni-”

Melissande's eyes widened. “A Duplicate.”

Yasa nodded. “Yes, and another when Sam and Dean saw me there being threatened. She needed to keep the real me alive to connect with her Duplicate, so she couldn't risk an actual knife to my throat. But Sam and John couldn't have known that.

How confused they must have been when, hours later, it seemed as if I just stood there while they were charged with trying to kill me. They must have believed I was in on their downfall, and they couldn't possibly know who to trust either. But I was locked up down here by then. Layo'ita came to my cell later, to tell me all about it and taunt me by reminding me that not only would no one ever be coming to save me, no one would even know I was gone.”

Melissande's eyes filled with tears as she thought about how hopeless that would feel.

Yasa reached out a manacled hand to wipe away the wetness from her cheek. “But that was my own fault, little one. I'd abandoned you and your mother, my other children and wives. You know, I never loved any of my wives the way I loved your mother. I married Layo’ita because it was my duty, I married Frishnia and Gayla because it was good politics. But I married your mother simply because I loved her so much.

I respected my second and third wives as the mothers to my children and good women, and tried to make sure they were happy. And Layo'ita never seemed to care when I went to visit them and my other children. And I think it was because she knew that there was mutual respect between the three of us, but no deep love.”

He shook his head. “But as soon as I married Hera it was different. She was moody and jealous immediately. I tried to honor her as my first wife, tried to respect her and her position. But it was never enough. Until one day she demanded I stop visiting the Northern Castle altogether. It led to a tremendous fight and she wept bitterly, telling me I was being cruel and heartless and showing her no regard, to treat her so.”

He sighed deeply. “I felt horribly guilty. So, I said I'd stay away from all of you. I abandoned my children, abandoned my love, and for what? To appease the heart of a traitorous, vile witch. And a year later, I was down here.”

Yasa looked deeply into Melissande’s eyes. “Oh, my little silver-eyed princess, I'm so very grateful I've had the chance to unburden my heart to you, tell you my regrets for leaving you behind. Please forgive me. And please make sure your brother and sisters know I never should have left them either.”

Melissande took her father's hand. “I understand, Papa, and I do forgive you, of course. But I won't have to tell my siblings anything. You can tell them yourself. We're going to be rescued!”

She clasped her father's hand tightly between her own. “I swear to you, you're getting out of this disgusting place and we're going to feed you warm soups and wrap you in warm wool blankets and before you know it this place will be nothing but a memory.”

Sudden, high-pitched laughter broke through the air, making Melissande jump and gasp. The Queen's shrill, disembodied voice followed it.

“Well, that’s partially true. You won't spend one more night in this place, my dear husband, I promise you that.”

Then just as before, without warning, there was the sound of a snap and suddenly both Melissande and Yasa were out of the dungeon and thrust into a brighter, but still windowless, round room.

Chains raised themselves from the wall and wrapped around Yasa’s wrists, pinning him against the stones.

Melissande felt herself being pushed along the floor as though a strong wind was at her back. She stumbled against a stone table and from out of nowhere, the First Queen appeared at her side, snapping her fingers again. Melissande found herself quickly strapped to the table, chains wrapping around her waist, and shackling her wrists and ankles to the table.

Queen Layo’ita smiled her dark, ghoulish smile. “One more sunrise for you both in just a few hours. And then, when the light is wholly eclipsed by the dark, I will be free to rise.”

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haecien · 1 year ago

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What about me?

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H.VC

Vernon x Reader

Synopsis - You have been hopelessly in love with your best friend but you decided to do the waiting game since you weren't exactly ready, but someone had beat you to his heart.

Genre: Angst, happy ending(i'm not that cruel), friends to lovers, non-idol au, SMAU (you're jeonghan's sibling but he isn't really mentioned much so i'm just going to add this here )

Warning for cursing and attempts at suicide. This is not for the faint hearted!

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Also please note I will have text narrations along with the pictures also this is my first time doing angst;)

What was the point of being here? This world has done nothing but give me disappointment,

....

I've always thought I would have been alone, seems I was incorrect. I have the two most amazing best friends in the world, I cherish them with all my heart. Even if it means I'd have to do endless sacrifices for them that would make me shatter my own heart.

Ouchh... That's rough. But, I can't just POSSIBLY tell her that I like him too, Haesul is special to me. Plus Vernon seems interested in her too. I have no chance whatsoever.

This hurts too much, I'm not suppose to feel like this.

Why i'm I crying? This was just simply not meant to be, and I know it.

Oh.

Now, you didn't expect for this to happen. Haha you knew it, you didn't have a chance.

Liar, Why did you do this to me? I don't feel so good. Suddenly tears filled my eyes, I couldn't contain it anymore. Why can I never have anything good? I don't miss you anymore.

This hurts too much, I want to free myself from this pain... There isn't any other way except... NO I won't do it.

But, I don't think I can continue this anymore. What about them? I don't want them to hurt because of me, that's selfish of me.

Even after all this convincing, it won't stop me.

The feeling of the rough rope wrapping around my neck felt painful, but soon this will all end. Please, please don't forget me but, don't feel sorry for me. Don't be disheartened by me.

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A month later:

... I'm, still here? No, why i'm I still here. This wasn't supposed to end like this. I looked around and observed the room, how? How I'm I at the hospital. You touched your neck to feel it has been scraped by the rope, but surprisingly no scars. The markings are still there though.

You heard a worried voice call out of you, to your surprise.

" Hansol? " he heard you call out to him which made him burst out into tears as he ran towards your bed to embrace you tightly, " I thought I lost you. Please never do that again, Why did you do that? "

You couldn't muster up any words to respond to his question, instead you just hugged him back. Your eyes teared up " I'm sorry, that was foolish of me to do. " he let go of you as he sat down beside you.

He tried to convince you to open up, eventually you did. " Have you ever loved me? " those words, his eyes widened at the question. Oh, how he wasn't expecting that. " You don't have to answer, I know you and Haesul are together. There was nothing between us anyways. "

" There is something between us. " hearing those words made your heart beat fast, Did I miss understood everything?

" I know what you're going to say, Me and Hae didn't work out. We both decided to split up, but we're still friends. Luckily, Jeonghan walked into your house just in time. I was worried sick you know? I've missed you every day."

" Oh hansol, I'm very sorry for everything. I really mean it, can we leave this behind us? I, I still like you a lot. "

you'd expect him to go and reject you but.

he wiped away your tears and gave you a soft smile, his smiles always made you feel at home and safe. " Deal, I can't wait to build our future together . "

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Surprisingly everything went smoothly after that, you got discharged from the hospital with your now boyfriend.

the months that were ahead were so happy, majority it's because you're spending it with your boyfriend... scratch boyfriend, It's fiance now.

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Cien rambles

I HOPE THIS IS GOOD. god this made me almost cry HEL

yeah you guys got married😊you guys have 2 babies now(cats) and its canon caus I said so

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naivesilver · 2 months ago

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Anddddd from the pregnancy and baby prompts, Could I maybe interest you with a AU Proposition that is no.11 or no.20 with Baby Cedar and the Pinocchio fam as a whole? 😏 (August centred with either Archie, Geppetto or both present if you'd like more than just the wooden mans) 👀

NOT GOING IN ORDER BECAUSE THIS ONE HAD ME LOOPING 🥰🥰🥰

Pregnancy and baby prompts

11. Being repeatedly astonished how tiny the baby is

“I think there was a mistake,” August whispers, more to himself than anything else. “There's no way she's mine.”

He feels his father shift position by his side, but doesn't dare look up just yet; up to this point, they'd each been minding their own business in silence, wary of waking up the slumbering beast in the younger man's arms. Cedar has such troubles falling asleep, be it day or night, that any impromptu naps need to be treated with the same caution one would use to defuse a bomb, and that means August is stuck on that couch for the foreseeable future - if he'd been an ounce smarter, he'd have avoided saying something so heavy, something that will certainly bring forth a conversation with a capital C.

But of course, he messed that up, and of course, like clockwork, comes Geppetto's response, equally as quiet: “Whatever do you mean?”

August briefly considers pretending he hasn't heard, but, though a coward, he wagers he's yet to sink so low, so there's no other option, really. “Look at her. She's so…”

Good, is what he wants to say. She's too good to be real, too good to be his daughter, a perfectly healthy, normal little girl who won't go to sleep alone and never has to cry for more than a minute before getting picked up and comforted. She can't be his, because her life's off to a much better start already, despite the shameful life he was leading when she was conceived.

But that's too much. Even in private, even to his father, towards whom August has strived to be as honest as possible, that's too much to speak aloud. So instead, he says “Small”, which is also true: Cedar is not an especially tiny child, in theory - Whale said she's a bit on the skinnier side for a two year old, but nothing concerning, for now - but he's never spent enough time with a toddler to get used to their dimpled little hands and grubby fingers, who grab everything and make it look so so big in contrast.

It's mesmerizing, and it's frightening, like he's cradling the most minute piece of fine china: not even Emma ever felt this small in his arms, and she was a newborn to begin with, though perhaps that had more to do with the fact that August was a child himself when he held her. He doesn't know. He rarely ever lets his mind wander that far, because if he does, he'll start thinking about how Cedar must have looked at one, three, six months, and he'll be reminded he was too busy paying for his mistakes to see it happen in person, and-

He's not sure if his father senses the turmoil behind his lame response, but still, soon he feels a hand landing on his shoulder, giving a warm, gentle squeeze. “You were small, too, once,” Geppetto says, a hint of a smile in his voice. “Not this small, but- I used to be able to carry you around all day.”

That makes the corner of August's mouth twitch in faint amusement. “Don't give her ideas.”

“Ah, but there's nothing wrong with holding her for as long as you can- it's never too much, for a little girl. And I'm sure it will make you as happy as it did me.”

His hand moves as he says this, until he’s all but wrapping his arm around his son’s shoulders; and as he leans into the older man’s hold, August can almost believe that’s going to be all it takes to soothe his doubts - he can almost convince himself that he deserves the warmth that’s coming from both directions, and the reassurances that come with it, and the slight, endearing tilt of the head he sometimes sees in Cedar like he does in his own mirror, more self-suggestion than evidence of where she actually belongs.

Almost.

#au: ever after storybrooke #solar-nightengale #ask meme #ouat #eah #ever after high #august booth #cedar wood #fanfic #what's this family without a little regrettttttt #no archie here bc I'm pumping him for the OTHER prompt. stay tuned #august is a man of guilt can't wait for him to blame himself for anything that happens to his baby girl 🥰🥰🥰

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lamialamia · 6 months ago

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Mota ep 4 rewatch thought

I know im crazy late but i'm on vacation haha. Will be binging ep4 to 6 to catch up.

Thoughts, in order of appearance:

I actually didn't catch that Blakely wrote down "I hope" in his letter omg hahaha

Rosie!!! My main man!! Coming in hot with his terrible dance moves and talking about his skivvies in front of the hot senpais... classic. I stand firm that in the modern AU, Rosie would be a jazz lover who can't sing nor dance, but he would always be tearing up the dance floor any way

The puppy love between Nash and Helen is really cute. It has this hopeful naivety tinged with fear and anxiety, the war looming in the background of their dancing and flirtation. I like Helen, I do. But then again I remember how she barely turns up anymore after this plotline of her being a love interest to one of the pilots... and I'm that picture of Ben Affleck sighing with his cig

I can appreciate the effort to try to include women and their participation in the war... but this ain't it. It isn't about the quantity of women with speaking lines but the quality of their character and their arc

Talking about women. I like the Polish woman, Paulina, more this time as I rewatch. For the super brief period she's on screen, she's giving me plenty to dig into. Her loneliness, her banter with Bucky, her backstory, her vengeful hatred for the German, and then her decision to walk away from Bucky to protect herself. It's a compelling snapshot of someone who is very personally affected by the war, in contrast to Bucky who actively participates in it but manages to put a boundary between him and the consequence of his action.

The very brief glimpse into his inner conflict watching the violence outside, and then the screaming mother, is cool. If only we get to see this later on 🙃 Wouldn't that make these scenes hit even harder 🙃

Another thing. as much as I enjoy the Quinn & Bailey's euro escape storyline... I can't find it in me to care about it upon rewatch. I already know this sidequest ultimately will be wrapped up too quickly in the future episodes, there won't be anything else in store, I won't be seeing anymore of Minon or Michou, or any of the europeans resistance force... and thus, I ask myself: do I really have to care???

Quinn's freak out on the train is the 'climax' of the storyline. I'll be honest: so lame.

The narration going: Noone else want to do this mission as much as Buck Cleven! really makes me go, I think I would prefer to see that happen onscreen instead of hearing Crosby telling me about it 🙂 That supposed determination from Buck is barely there. That whole scene is more about Lemmons' determination rather than Buck's 🙂🙂🙂

But at least I get to see John's mental health declining the moment he heard his bff is down.

So I got that going for me.

#mota #hboww2rewatch

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noroi1000 · 2 years ago

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Hi ! I really loved the Gojo Satoru royal AU story called "Commander" the anon who requested it made such a good request and you did a great job writing it !

This sounds sort of more like a continuation or mini-series for the "Commander" fic but could I request where there's a very grand masquerade ball (imagine commander!reader in a dress 😻🫶)and/or where commander!reader gets/achieves the power to order in the political matters which makes many ppl's belief stronger as seeing her in future regent empress position with gojo as the emperor 🙈 ( imagining commander!reader officially as the empress makes me run laps ). also adding smut isn't necessary but if u do i'd like reader to be dom like she was (😫) (even if they switch up positi- yk ehm ) but yea it's upto to u if u do this req or not but i am so in love with commander!reader , she's SO SO mighty fine

Gojo x fem reader (royal AU)

Warning: Smut at the beginning.

A/n: Is grammar good? My phone updated the keyboard including the whole translator and now I don't know what the quality of the translation is. Except that the translation now takes me longer.

"Such a good boy." You moaned stroking your prince's hair as he hovered over you with heavy breathing.

"(y/n)… Ah… so tight…" He moaned, pushing his hips back slightly to give himself a moment to breathe so he wouldn't come so fast.

"You are so big~ I want you inside. It's so enjoyable." You said with a slightly heavier breath. After all, he already fucked you. It's not like Satoru's stamina sucks so much that you can't cum with him. Everything is just right.

Satoru is big, he is wide, he is long. Everything is just right. Also that he's such a good boy and succumbs to you.

Even when he's on top, he can't dominate for long.

And moaning for you, he's such a sweet boy you can't help it. By pleasing himself, he pleases you.

When he's towering over you, he can't make your body give up. He listens to your body language just as much when he's down as he is up. Besides, he loves getting petted by you and hearing you say he's a good boy more than fucking you and hearing you moan.

He loves to hear words of praise flying out of your mouth along with moans. Because he knows it's nice for you.

This great, powerful prince does what you tell him to do. Change position, change rhythm. You guide him even lying on your back.

Then when you want you can stop him, you can bump into his hips, you can hold him close.

You can change your position at any time and he won't complain about it. He'll just whine even more. Just enough.

You tell him to fuck you, he's gonna fuck you. And in the moments where he's a little mean when he looks at your face contorted in pleasure, then he moans like a bitch when he starts fucking you. Your pussy can tire him as long as he is able to persevere. Because you know exactly what to do to make him oversensitive. Almost bring him to orgasm, and keep going. Or give him endless pleasure. One that will overwhelm him.

Keep him inside until he's panting, or take him out often and leave him on his tummy. Without anything to wrap its length. Or even move fast on it. All this can drive him crazy.

He even lets you tie him up. Then all you have to do is ride him until he whines like a real slut begging for a break. But he still maintains his very high position in the state.

Even though you can make him moan even by pinching his nipples… This is his little secret. You don't know if he likes it or not, but when you touch his chest, when your hands find his nipples, he always makes some soft grunts.

If he can abuse your tits with his mouth and hands, you can also abuse him for a while. It's always a foretaste of seeing his flushed face.

Well, at this point, for example, you could very well make him moan.

Holding your hips, he pounded into you, moaning softly, just like you.

Dirty talk always turned you on, but also him. Even now, praising him helps a lot to make him blush and also to make his cock twitch inside you.

"good boy… You fill me up so well It's so good… Ah…" You groaned as he hit that spot. With your moan, you felt him tremble in your walls. "So hard and nice… So deep… Satoru~."

Singing his name, you pulled him into a kiss.

Reaching your hand between your legs, you began to move your fingers on your clit, breathing faster against his mouth.

You clenched as you got closer to orgasm. He moaned loudly and pulled back for a moment, feeling your pussy sucking him in too hard.

He didn't want to come too soon. This time he didn't want to come with you. He wanted to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Toru, I want to cum… I want you…" You groaned, gripping his forearm with one hand.

"Wait…" He moaned as he gripped the base of his cock, only one inch of it inside you for the moment.

Looking at his face, you saw his eyes closed.

You smiled slightly and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him down to you. As you hooked your ankles together, you were sure that you would succeed.

You pulled him down, causing his entire length to slide inside you. Hitting as deep as he could. Filling you with it all, making you feel something in your belly that you don't naturally feel. Feeling how its tip reaches even to the lower abdomen. Such were the charms of a boy with a big cock. It was a strange feeling, but it was pleasant.

As he was suddenly sucked inside of you, he grunted loudly as he felt your walls gripping his cock hard again. His back arched involuntarily as he lay down on your chest, burying his red face between your tits.

Moving your fingers faster on your sensitive bud, you tightened your legs around. And he, wanting to give you an orgasm, moved his hips as shallowly as he could while you held him tight. All he had to do was lightly nudge the bundles of nerves that sent a current to your core, making you spill over him, pressing the walls tight against him.

You heard his grunts and his groans muffled in your body. How couldn't he moan when the vacuum was sucking him in so much, the way your pussy squeezed and sucked him was driving him crazy. Running his tip over your cervix a few times before he unexpectedly fired as your walls twitched slightly. He has filled your belly with warmth. He moaned into your skin, pressing his lips to the soft mounds.

You started stroking his hair, feeling him getting soft inside of you. And despite his shoulders shaking from the hypersensitivity of his penis, you held him close to you, wanting to stare at your flushed little boy.

"Ah… Maybe with another orgasm like this deep inside you, I'll get information about the heir, huh?" he laughed, trying to free himself from the grip of your walls around him.

"Before that happens, I'd better be your wife. I don't want to be criticized by the elders." You joked.

"Wife, huh…" he moaned softly. "Are you ready for masquerade ball ?"

"Right now I'm not prepared. I'm lying naked in bed while my naked boyfriend lies on top of me, his soft cock still inside me. I doubt I'd go to ball like that."

"We can go like this." You hit him lightly on the head as he laughed.

"Do you think this suits me?" You asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

"You look great." Satoru said, sitting on the bed behind you. Looking down at your back where the skin was visible under a piece of decorative lace before his gaze dropped lower.

"I can see in the mirror where you're looking, pervert." You muttered, adjusting the sleeves to the elbows, as well as the neckline.

"And I see you're adjusting your chest now. I chose a neckline for you,” he said with a smile.

"I figured it out."

"I know you like it. You look good in blue." He walked over to you and placed his hands on your waist, bringing his head to yours. "And I also know you wouldn't want a dress that made you look like you had a soccer ball up your ass. My aunt wears one, bleh."

"Yeah I know. Thank you. It's beautiful. It's just… I should go there as your partner? You know… I should be on duty right now as your bodyguard at the ball. Even under this mask they recognize me…" you looked at the little purple-blue mask.

Your outfits matched.

He was wearing a light blue suit with silver markings. It looked more like white with blue flashes, however it matched his eyes as well as his hair.

Your dress was also white and blue. Blue lace, bits of blue fabric that almost glowed.

There were little purple crystals in your styled hair, looking more like a combination of blue and purple. The same crystals were on your neck, only they were bigger. A necklace made of silver and crystals that you also received from Satoru on that day.

"They can't stop you from going to ball. You got an invitation signed with my name." From his pocket he pulled out an ornate piece of paper with an invitation to the ball written on it. Specially with your name, signed his "The mask is just a decoration that completes the outfit. You can download it anytime. Every person will probably take off the mask at some point."

Suddenly, he also pulled out his mask, white with silver and purple fragments, from his pocket. Almost the same as yours.

"You see? This is not a ball with traditional costumes. Not a kimono, not a Yukata. You are to dress as you like. But you can't go to a ball with a sword and armor. You deserve the most fun of all." Grabbing your hand, he pulled you towards the door. "Now come on. The whole night is waiting for us."

"Let's welcome Prince Satoru, along with his partner, (y/n)."

Standing next to Satoru at the entrance to the hall, you saw the people already inside bowing as you entered with him.

Only, you didn't expect your name to be spoken to the whole room.

So that's what Satoru meant when he talked about being a princess.

Standing next to the golden thrones at the top of a couple of stairs, you looked down at the people dressed differently. Colorful dresses, men's clothes. Masks on people's faces.

Holding Satoru's arm, you made your way down the stairs.

You immediately heard and saw the fangirls club screaming for Satoru to see them.

He had to smile because as a host he had to smile.

When they saw his gaze, they squealed and rejoiced, and their partners looked at them strangely.

They always gave you strange looks. Like they want to murder you for taking the perfect man away from them.

Even if you had to fight them, even in that dress, you'd win right away.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked, offering you his hand.

You accepted his offer with a smile.

To spend the next few minutes feeling his hands guiding you across the dance floor, hands holding you as you twirl in your dream dress.

The hands that hold you at the end as he left your back down at the end of the melody.

And eyes that showed satisfaction. His smile on his face. His lips fell to yours in a slow kiss.

Minutes passed, then hours.

Until finally he suddenly took you to the throne. Standing with you against the wall. When he said he had a surprise for you.

"You know, from today you'll have a lot more political power. And more in the future." He said with a smile, holding your hands.

"What are you talking about? I didn't want to hear about my political position at the ball." You smiled slightly as you looked into his eyes. He took off his mask and then yours, placing it on the table next to him.

You saw that the emperor entered the hall, and started walking to his throne to sit down. You smiled and tilted your head towards him.

He was a kind man to you who didn't treat you like anyone else. After all, you were his son's chosen one.

Once his father was seated, he pulled you to the middle.

"Satoru?"

"You will have more as my bride, as the future empress. To have even more as Empress later." He said staring at you.

The moment you opened your mouth to speak, he saw his height decrease as he knelt down.

He held out his hand to you, showing you a shiny ring that he placed on your finger, and without asking as he spoke:

"You will be my empress." He grabbed your hands, his eyes twinkling.

You looked at him before smiling, your cheeks turning slightly red as your eyes shone. He stood up holding you close, hugging you, kissing you. Not listening at all to how his Father announces something to the people.

How could he not brag that his son had knelt before a woman to become his future empress. How could he not be happy when he did it in front of the woman he loves and also has great potential to be at the Emperor's side.

Most importantly, his son did it in front of the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

#jjk fanfic #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo fluff #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #Bottom Gojo #jjk x you #gojo #jjk #smut #royal au

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outtoshatter · 6 months ago

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Hello this is hours late for "Friday" but here is a rec list made up of SEVERAL fandoms, brought to you by the DnDoods fanserver! :D

Young Root, Old Rock | T | 90k+ | incomplete | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018)

Summary: Twenty-two years in the future, someone sets bait. It’s digital, manifested onto a computer anonymously and covered in as many guts as a real fishhook. Twenty-two years in the past, a file pops up on Donnie’s desktop. He's nothing if not curious, so he bites. Or: How do you crack spatiotemporal egg?

early-morning emergency | G | 3k | The Batman (Movie 2022)

Summary: “Um,” asks the little voice at the other end of the phone, “are you Selina?” Selina pulls the phone away from her face to check the screen again, making sure that she’s not going crazy. No, the phone calling her is definitely Batman’s. “What,” she says, “the hell?”

only the deepest love | T | 40k+ | 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Summary: From a young age, Wei Wuxian has told himself and anyone who will listen that he’s never getting married. Then he gets off on the wrong foot with the cold, aloof, wealthy, irritatingly pretty Hanguang-jun. After that, Wei Wuxian tells himself he’s definitely never getting married. (A Pride & Prejudice-inspired AU.)

Summary: After his dream is finally crushed, Izuku isn’t quite sure there’s anything left for him to live for, but…he can’t exactly kill himself either, not without hurting the people he cares the most about. So, when he realizes that the quirkless can’t technically be vigilantes, it seems like the best of both worlds. He’ll be able to save people even without being a hero and, if he happens to die while he’s at it…well, like Kacchan said, maybe he’d be born with a quirk in the next life.

Made With Adrenaline | G | 2k | Teen Wolf (TV)

Summary: “Do you still have your name?” His face scrunches, “Do I still have my name?” But - the words come out before he’s even considered the question. Instantly, he’s back in that edgeless cavern inside his head. He calls out for his name, but no noise leaves his lips. He doesn’t know it. He doesn’t know his name.

🔒The Benjamin Franklin Key-and-Kite Experiment | E | 122k | Supernatural (TV)

Summary: “Thank you for stopping by, Dean,” Emmanuel says, holding out the jacket. “I hope to see you in church on Sunday.” The tips of Dean’s fingers accidentally brush over the back of Emmanuel’s hand when he reaches for the jacket. “Probably not,” Dean laughs as he pulls Dad’s jacket around him. “Like I said before, I’m not exactly a believer. You?” Emmanuel doesn’t answer immediately. Then, without really looking at Dean (more like looking through him,) he whispers, “I will be.” - Or 1.12 but Dean's faith healer is Emmanuel!Cas

There is No Ethical Consumption | NR | 4k | Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast)

Summary: Henry Oak, druid and lifelong vegan, doesn't want to eat meat, even in a survival situation. Darryl Wilson, scared he's going to watch his friend starve, has to try and talk him into it.

I Won't Ever Stop Hating You | T | 18k / 4 works | Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast)

Summary: “Dad doesn't give a shit if we’re late,” Glenn says, and Jodie glares at him. Jodie’s an adult now, which is a weird thing for Glenn to wrap his head around. He knows that Jodie is older, a six year difference, and considering Glenn is 12, it makes logical sense. But Jodie doesn't act like an adult, he’s so fucking annoying and whiney it's stupid. Glenn has always hated his brother, he gets onto him about literally everything he does, it's way more annoying than Mom. At least she tries to pretend like she likes it when Glenn is visiting her house. “Glenn, language.” The woman in question scolds from where she stands at the counter in the kitchen. Jodie is standing near the front door, his arms folded over his chest and his satchel bag is on his hip as well as his duffle bag that he always takes to Mom’s house. Glenn still hasn't packed, too busy listening to his new record that he got with money from selling the laser pointers that Dad gave him.

Love is bullshit, except for when it's not | T | 8k | Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast)

Summary: Bill always told Glenn that romance was bullshit. Glenn chose to fall in love anyway.

Thank you everyone for participating! That was super fun and I'm super glad we all got to experience some new fandoms today! :D

#teen wolf #dungeons and daddies #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rec list #the batman 2022 #batman #the untamed (tv)#the untamed #mdzs #boku no hero academia #dndads podcast #dndoods server #fic rec list #multifandom #supernatural #fic rec friday

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hermesserpent-stuff · 8 months ago

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@lirabuswavi

oswald scene. spoilers for the future of Stolen Heir AU

Viggo smiles as Hiccup moves another piece and skillfully avoids his trap in the game. The sound of the Northern Market surrounds them and it is highly relaxing. He scans the board, leaning forward to rest his chin in the palm of his hand. Hiccup gives a sly confident smile, a silent dare to beat him. Viggo raises an eyebrow and rescans the board. Hiccup had a trap somewhere, he is sure. He is just unsure where it is. He ponders the board. Dagur leans over to drape over Hiccup and pokes his brother.

“You've got him on the ropes.”

Hiccup snorts.

“Hardly. He has a good three pieces more than me.”

Hiccup’s words are true but that sly smile is still right there and Viggo knows there is something else going on with the board. Ryker hums.

“That's true, but numbers are not always anything. Or at least that’s what Viggo says.”

Viggo hums, flicking his eyes to Ryker, and gives a teasing smile.

“Oh, dear brother, please do not give our enemies my trade secrets.”

Hiccup laughs loud and clear, and Viggo likes the noise. It came more and more often and Viggo likes the smile that signals that Hiccup is happy and safe. Hiccup then speaks with a toothy grin

“As if I couldn't figure out your secrets on my own. I see you of-”

Then Dagur and Hiccup duck down, hunching their shoulders and eyes going wider than rabbits stuck in a trap. Dagur takes his ax off of his back and his knuckles white as he clenches it. Hiccup is pressed into Dagur’s side, a low whimper slipping out. Ryker is immediately on alert and Viggo’s eyes snap around. But nothing has changed around them. Nothing obvious to the Grimborns. Hiccup and Dagur flinch as one and duck ever lower, now under the table out of view. Viggo leans down as his brother falls into a battle-ready position.

“Where is the threat?”

He asks the two boys. Hiccup’s mouth moves, but no sound comes out. His emerald green eyes swell with tears and he hides his face against Dagur. Dagur growls low but words slip out in a whisper.

“There is a man… here. He can't see Hiccup or me.”

Viggo slowly nods. Someone from their past. Someone who had hurt them. The way these two boys acted left much to be desired when trying to figure out their background. Flinching away from people, covering up cries for help or of pain, and hyper-defensiveness.

“Alright. Can you give me a description? We will help. We are your allies.”

Dagur’s eyes flick out to look at the crowd. There is terror there. Unbridled terror that has Viggo wanting to snarl long and low. He keeps the noise to himself, feeling that it would not help Hiccup who is shaking like a leaf. Hiccup’s voice whispers out softly.

“You won't… you wont let us be taken will you?”

Hiccup peaks out with desperation that makes Viggo feel a sudden urge to wrap up the two in furs and tuck them away from the harsh evil of the world.

“Of course not, my dear. Let us help.”

Hiccup presses up into Dagur, whispering softly. Dagur takes a deep breath.

“Only cause you're our allies. And you've helped before.” Dagur squeezes Hiccup as he begins to give a description. “Hes a bit shorter than Ryker, but just a bulky. His hair and beard are long and red. He goes by the name Oswald the Agreeable. But don't let that fool you. He- he…”

Dagur’s eyes are wet. But the boy continues as he shakes, whisper slipping out.

“He's a Berserker. And a chief.”

How had these boys gotten such a negative relationship with a chief? Unless… ah. Runaway heirs? Perhaps.

Viggo had vaguely heard of the Berserkers. A tribe from the Barbaric archipelago, a geologic region to the south that he had little reason to journey to given the distance and that wall of near-constant storms. He frowns deeply mulling over the information for a moment before standing and speaking to his brother, giving a description of the man and a name. Ryker looks ready to hunt the man through the crowd, but Viggo grabs his brother’s arm.

“First we get the boys to safety. Then we get him banned from the market. Without being banned ourselves.”

He warns his brother Ryker shrugs off his hand and snarls. But then settles.

“Fine. I'll grab some cloaks and they can come to our ship. So we can watch them.”

He snarls stomping off, clearly wanting a fight. Viggo wants a fight too. But unprovoked would mean that Rune might ban or financially penalize them or their tribe given that they are the leaders.

Viggo keeps an eye out as his brother goes, hearing the two boys shift slightly under the table. Ryker comes back with cloaks and Viggo has half a plan formed within his mind.

#hiccup haddock #dagur the deranged #viggo grimborn #ryker grimborn #httyd #httyd au #stolen heir au #hermes speaks

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portgasdash · 2 years ago

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The Vinsmoke Brothers as Dads/expecting Dads headcanons.

this was inspired mostly by @moonlit-mystery-writer and her three part series of headcanons for other one piece men as dads I HAD to do it for the RBG boys(Plus she was fueling and encouraging me as well don’t lie.). Anyway here we go!

Ichiji

This guy, like his brothers, probably had some thought they were impotent due to their extensive genetic modifications. So when you approached the future king of Germa to announce that he will soon have an heir, shock was definitely written all over his face.

He recovers quickly, hes the future king of course he does, and has that calm mysterious smirk on his face within seconds. “Good to hear. Germa’s future will be secured with this knowledge”

That is for public however, in private he shows the side no one else will see. He is very happy you both will have a child soon and that his suscpicion was proven wrong and he can have a family with you.

He is also extremely terrrified, but won't show it. He is concerned he will be like his father and hurt them in ways that can’t be easily fixed. takes alot to assure him that he won't

You will catch him at night rubbing your stomach, when he thinks you are asleep, and just whispering promises to them about how they will be a better father than his. That he will be there for them and encourage growth rather than perfection.

When you start to show , expect your lap to be his new favorite place to be. He will find any excuse to wrap his arms around your middle and protect that little growing life inside.

When alone he will press his face against your stomach to feel them, and hopefully hear them.(modern aus he definitely got one of those little portable baby heart rate monitors so he can listen).

You will want or need for NOTHING. Whatever it is he will get it, or make someone get it. And only the best care for the mother of his child.

When the day comes for the child to be born he will be a bit in edge. Anything could go wrong, his mother is proof of that. So he's gonna be nervous

Won't stop him being there to see the child entering the world( you are thankful for the inhuman strength and pain threshold during labor as you had him in a death grip). He will make sure he's one of the first faces that baby sees.

He was in awe hearing his child let out their first cry. After so many months they were finally here. It was hard to believe for him.

The moment his child was placed in his arm, it all clicked into place for him. This was HIS child. His family and he may now start to understand love a bit more ( you helped with the romantic aspect of it but this baby brought home the familial kind).

He'd die and kill for this baby.

He'd be happy with any gender but God forbid it was a daughter

He'd immediately become an absolute DEMON to protect her. If you are not on his short list of people allowed to even breathe around her you will die.

He wonders if it's too early to think about convents ( yes you shut that down quick) or if the castle needs to be made more secure.

Other than that he is very active in their care and upbringing. He doesn't want to miss anything. He doesn't want to be absent like his father and only there when it benefits him.

You have caught him just in the nursery, sitting there maybe even doing work while doing so, talking to the baby, or just holding them. It warms your heart.

He suggested the name Angel, boy or girl, because they are the little angel that gave his life a new purpose to work towards.

He's a very involved dad and is encouraging of what his child is learning. Doing his best not to force perfection or failure mindsets on the child. It messed him and his brothers up. He won't let it happen to them.He wants them to learn and grow even if there is mistakes. Learn from them.

After a few years he is definitely going to approach you about another.

"My dear, what are your thoughts about us having another little one to accompany our angel?"

Niji

Same like his brother he thought they were infertile due to the modifications.

When you told him he thought you were messing with him to get out of some 'alone time'.

When you presented the test/ultrasound to him then it started to process for him.

Honestly doesn't know how to think about the situation. He's not upset about it but he isn't doing back flips about it. It happened, this is bound to happen with how much he can't keep his hands off of you.

Once he sees the duress on your face though, after telling him and not getting any kind of reaction, he assured that he wasn't upset and will take time to process for him.

Time it did take. It took months for him to really grasp what was going on. When he finally heard their heartbeats (yes plural that day he learned it was twins) and saw them on the sonogram it sunk in; this was real.

Like Ichiji nothing but the best in food and care for you, especially food. The mother of his children will not be eating trash! Only the best because his kids deserve the best.

Acknowledges he isn't the best or kindest man( look what he's done to Sanji and others). But he promises to do better for their sakes.

He is fiercely protective, won't really tolerate anyone looking at your pregnant self without permission if he had his way. If you both are somewhere together he will place you in his lap and wrap his arms around your middle while glaring at others.

When they are finally born is when it finally fully cements this is real. Seeing their sleeping faces in their cots, blue hair secure under a warm little beanie, made him finally accept.."yep I'm a father now."

He affectionately calls his twins his little blueberries as they inherited his hair color

He,like Ichiji, is a damn demon when it comes to protecting them. If you aren't even on the breathing list to be near them, you will lose the right to breathe.

He regularly changes his voice to entertain them.

He sneaks them sweets when they are older.

Dad and twins become a chaos team once they can walk.

He really wants them to hurry up and grow he wants to show them and teach them so many things.

When they are a bit older he will also approach for more.

"Darling, what do you think of adding a few more blueberries to the bunch?"

Yonji

If it wasn't the genetic modifications he'd probably think he couldn't have kids due to all the physical trauma his body has gone through on missions. Probably left some damage to that department in his mind.

He stared at you bug eyed for a bit when you told him. Mouth hung open to.

Shook it off fast though and immediately started asking if you were sure. That it wasn't a mistake ( at home tests can be wrong at times after all!).

He went with you to the doctor to confirm the test and see the little sea monkey growing inside you, and that moment everything for him changed.

He's actually excited. Have a mini you or him running around soon? Sounds like absolute fun!

He's also terrified as well. He's terrified the child won't like him.

He also knows people are naturally afraid of him for being the biggest and the strongest of his brothers. He is absolutely terrified of the idea of his own child being afraid of him, like Sanji was afraid of him and judge. it would absolutely break his heart he worked so hard to build.

As soon as it's confirmed about your condition he WILL NOT leave you alone. He's going to be acting as a bodyguard of sorts. No one but doctors, and those he deems safe, will be allowed near you.

He's going to be helping with everything including the nursery. He doesn't trust anyone but you two doing it.

That thing where husbands hold up their pregnant partners stomach to ease the pressure? Yeah he does that a lot for you. He feels bad he can't always do it, but walking would be awkward and he has work.

He makes it up by doing it in bed. Places a pillow on his prosthetic arm so it won't jab you, let's you lie on it then immediately puts his hands on your belly to lift it while spooning to help you sleep.

You will be tucked in close to him, wasn't kidding when saying he was protective.

He also likes to rest his head on your stomach and talk to the baby. And he'll talk about anything with them.(his eyes absolutely light up in excitement when they kick back in response).

You have, silently, woken up to him with his face pressed close to your stomach and holding you. Sounding like he was pleading to the baby 'please don't hate me.'

When the baby is born he is absolutely BLOWN away with how tiny they are in his arms. They look so fragile and innocent in his arms.

He is going to protect them. From the evil that infected him. No matter what.

He, when he thought no one was looking ( you were awake but pretended to be asleep to watch them bond), broke down in tears when he made eye contact with his baby and they immediately made grabby hands for him and happy coos. His baby wasn't afraid, they loved him.

Super involved dad. He wants to be there for everything and have the kid with him at all times. It's not an uncommon sight to see him with the baby strapped to him in the castle as he does non dangerous work.

Fun dad. He's always playing with them and making a silly face at them to keep them entertained or doing something weird to make them squeal in delight (that's his favorite noise). He is addicted to his baby's smile.

His brothers are demons when protecting their kids. He's a straight up MONSTER. If you make that baby so much as quiver their lip in duress, or look at them without permission, he's going to make sure that mistake doesn't happen twice.

Active dad in the exercise sense. He'd do his workouts with the baby nearby, but safely away from heavy equipment, to the point they wanna join dad.

Yes he does those little baby exercises to work out the legs for baby too. Get the kid started young for a healthy life!

He also participates in 'baby workouts '. If the baby is on their back kicking their feet, HES on his back kicking his feet. If the baby is wiggling from side to side trying to roll then he's gonna do it too. If the baby is on their stomach lifting themselves up by pushing up on their little arms then yonji is doing it too and if the baby flops he flops too. He will even do his push ups in time with the baby trying to push themselves off the floor.

His kid is an overachiever. They want to crawl and roll as soon as possible to follow dad around, and he LOVES IT. Makes him so proud and he's their biggest cheerleader.

If the kid didn't learn to crawl before walking they were definitely a butt scooter, and he loved that too and always made sure to compliment their kid as they got better at bouncing along on their butt "whoa! Good job on that bounce little buddy! You got some serious air on that one!"

He wants more as soon as you are able and willing. He loves this one so much he's sure he can spread it to more kids.

" what do you say sweetheart? Wanna make a giant green family with me?"

The thought all three of them share: Absolutely, under any circumstances, DO NOT let judge anywhere near their partners or babies. They were fucked up enough thanks to him. They won't let him do the same to their kids. Reiju is fine though and if Sanji WANTS to, he can come around and visit his nieces and nephews.

Woooooo I finally finished these. I hope you all enjoyed these as much as I did making them. Probably going to make a part 2 for more nsfw hcs in regards to this. Again, thank you @moonlit-mystery-writer for feeding my mind on this matter and sharing your hcs and thoughts. It got me through. Now more people can experience vinsmoke love.

Y'all have a good one and see ya next time!

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