#It's Right Infront of Your Eyes People THE LORE-

[r0tt1ngr4bb1t]

You can't Tell me The Dream Flower wasn't the Cause of Mr. Bellis's Death

[chaichaiiskai]

Hi okay so if you're still doing a request can I get a (baki) Pickle x bottom male reader. So I want public sex where Pickle FuCks Reader Hard infront of everyone kinda like the reporter scene but you know with consent but if your not comfortable with that just normal rough sex in a bed room or forest since that's where Pickle is from.

If your not comfortable with this then that's okay i understand.

notes: OKAY, so, I did not see this until I wrote the last pickle request so I'm gonna connect this ask with that one— it's right here if ya wanna read it, deffo recommend it bc of lore :D hope ya enjoy this too !!! can't even lie, I'm thoroughly invested in the story of Pickle and Cucumber and I'm honestly thinking about keeping these two as reoccurring on my blog ngl.

warnings: mdni, homophobes do not interact, amab reader, he/him pronouns, violence against others that aren't reader, murder, blood and blood depictions, brief description of violence against woman and their wombs, mxm, pickle is very protective and basically yandere but who wouldn't be during the jurassic time period, rim jobs, lack of prep before anal, noncon mentioned but not against reader, reader is called cucumber by the facility and is basically a nickname, cumflation, belly bulge, size difference, very massive, very long, giant cock that is more weapon than genital, rough and unprotected sex bc duh they're both primitive men, hunting of animals, drugging // food tampering— I think that's it, lemme know if I missed anything.

The ultimate goal of the experiment was to further test the pure, raw strength of the primitive man when fueled by emotion and longing, going without food for a week. And their experiment proved to be true, far too true as a matter of fact. Multiple casualties would be forever staining the pages that reported the experiment and any sane person would have ended the experiment then and there to reunite the two lovers again.

However, a man at the top, who thought of nothing but himself, wanted to see just how far Pickle would go, even if that meant more casualties would have to be made. And so, the bloodbath ensued.

As Pickle roamed the facility halls, wave after wave came at him, rubber bullets aimed his way and raining on him that proved to have no impact on him whatsoever. He easily swiped aside the nuisances that are in his way, swiping away the small people until they go flying, hitting nearby walls— the sound of cracking bones, splattering, and coughing is sickening. So sickening that some of the scientists, though they love their jobs, find themselves going against the higher-ups.

One bravely moves in front of Pickle and holds his hands up, attempting to seem as if he was defenseless and then began to point behind him, pointing at a large door that was down the hall the primitive man was currently stalking down.

"He's there! There!"

He quickly announced, and then used his other hand to wave in the direction of the security camera he knew was currently watching the entire sight.

And on cue, the giant doors opened. To your surprise, the wall opening woke you out of your forced slumber that was brought onto you by a primitive form of depression sparked by your loss of companionship.

With heightened abilities, Pickle smelled you before he saw you, and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he was unable to make a sound, simply getting into all fours again and bounding towards you at full-speed. Despite being weakened by the lack of nutrients, you slowly sat up onto your hands and knees before feeling yourself being tackled back to the ground, bodies rolling until the two of your slammed against a tree, Pickle's back took the blow and nearly uprooted the thing. He rolled again onto a patch of grass, still holding you comfortably in his arms until you were in a patch of grass, dropping you onto your back while he buried his face into your neck, starting to nibble onto any part of it that he can reach, sharp fang-like teeth scratching over your skin and leaving indents.

The door to this new enclosure is shut and on the outside, the cleaning procedure begins, but not without some scolding to the researchers who went against the higher-ups. Cucumber and Pickle did not seem to care about whatever was going on outside of them, far more focused on each other and keeping each other close.

From then on, Pickle cannot be more than a foot away from you, and he can only sleep when he's on top of you, shielding you from whatever threatens the outside.

The only scientists he allows inside the enclosure are small, fragile-looking women. He'd already killed a few of the male scientists who dared to enter, a warning and a threat. And recently, in hopes to appease the two primitive men and get back on their neutral sides, wild animals have been introduced into the enclosure, giving the illusion of a hunt for the both of you, and unfortunately, your enjoyment in fruit had been ruined thanks to the scientists and their cruel, cruel experiment.

You were only able to eat what Pickle hunted, and in another week, you looked more alive again, even helping with the hunt and relishing in Pickle's presence yet again. So far, it seemed that Pickle seemed to enjoy crocodile meat quite a lot, whilst you had your own preferences. And once you were back at a healthy level of energy, Pickle immediately recognized it and let his instincts win, one could not blame him for feeding into such carnal desires.

After an especially filling meal, you find yourself being hunted just like your previous meal, but it's the kind of hunt that gets the hair on the back of your neck standing. Your primitive partner growls at you in a suggestive manner and suddenly, he's chasing you around the enclosure, getting the adrenaline pumping in your veins and his. And when he's had enough, he's got you pinned down onto the ground, pulling at the loin cloth that keeps you from him until it comes off, making him toss it aside. He's hurried and hungry, yanking his own loin cloth off as you roll onto your stomach, eager for him to mount you, hardened cock swinging between your legs while a bead of pre dribbles out the top. You're on your knees, propping your body up in the ideal position for— breeding essentially.

Pickle is eager himself, lining his massively thick, veiny dick up with your rim, nearly growling at the anticipation as he presses the head against it and starts to push. Every part of the tanned man is large, including his third leg that was just a few inches over a foot in length and thick like a world record-breaking, sizable anaconda. He tried to force himself into you, but you push him out, obviously because it's been a while and it seems to frustrate the beast, eliciting a growl from him as he eyes your little hole with his brows furrowed. Everytime you breathe, it winks at him, almost like it's taunting him and you can't help but to grow frustrated, huffing at him from over your shoulder, but he can't stop staring at your hole, curious eyes drilling themselves into your ass.

Then, yet another instinct comes over him as he leans down, shoving his tongue past the first ring of muscle, the fat thing nearly longer than his cock. The sensation is strange but it only makes more pearls of pre dribble from your tip, your own cock seemingly throbbing as his wild tongue throbs around inside of you from behind, forcibly stretching you with its width. The muscle thrashes around inside of you, wildly moving about, darting in and out of you like an excitable puppy drinking water from a lake. His tongue movements are uncoordinated and hungry, so much to the point that it's darting about with no clear destination, even causing a few stray licks to the underside of your balls that makes you flinch every time.

Pickle isn't particularly sure what he's doing or why he's doing it, but he couldn't stop himself from feeding into the curiosity. It surprised you as well, considering he's never done to you before and you had never felt so good down there like this.

Shamelessly, a group of researchers and scientists were watching this ensemble unfold in real-time, gathered around with food in their hands like shameless perverts watching an adult film.

For science! They would most likely say, ignoring their own instincts to shove a hand in their pants at the scene in front of them.

The licking, although pleasant, was becoming too much and there was a buildup you were feeling in your shaft that had you panting like a dog, clawing at the ground and smashing your skull against the dirt. For some unknown reason, Pickle took your sounds as a signal of sorts and he remembered his own issue, heavy uncircumcised cock seeming to throb and lift with eagerness. Yet again, he pulls himself back to position himself properly, lining himself up with your hole and then pushes the tip in, a chirp of excitement escaping him as he plunges in deeper, going in about halfway before you feel as though the insides of your stomach are literally being rearranged. Fertile balls are pressed up against yours as he manages to jam every inch into your awaiting hole, somehow you're able to take every inch, an impressive feat within itself. Perhaps, this is why he took you as a lover. A flash of memories comes to mind to both you and Pickle.

. . .

Pickle had his share of sexual partners— instinctually he went after women, who he ultimately killed by accident after ripping through their wombs with the deadly length between his thighs. He had found a woman once, able to take him fully, but she did not recuperate his feelings and escaped him after a session of breeding. Eventually, Pickle stumbled upon Cucumber, a man of smaller stature than him, but strong in his own way. Their first meeting was anything but friendly, both of them going after the same prey of a Jurassic animal, looking for their next meal, fighting each other while simultaneously fighting the creature in hopes of getting meat. Ultimately, they ended up killing the beast together and bregrundingly shared, taking from the hunted beast without acknowledging each other much after.

But through unfortunate events, you continued to run into each other at different points in both of your traveling journeys, but continued to ignore each other regardless. And on one of those fateful meet-ups, however, Pickle had made a mistake— a mistake that brought on a sense of fear that he'd never once had to deal with before.

Consuming a wasp.

The pain he'd felt from it made him more vocal than ever, scaring away beasts and other people alike. However, Cucumber was not fearful, instead, he went a pang of sympathy for the man who he'd considered somewhat of a companion.

Immediately jumping into action, tapping into a nurturing side that he sometimes would ignore, he wandered hurriedly to the nearest lake of water, cupped his hands and gathered a healthy amount of it into his hands and wandered towards the other man. He growled at that primitive man who was still in excruciating pain, opening his mouth in an attempt to get the message across to him and with tears in his eyes, Pickle obliged, reminding Cucumber of a whimpering babe who was hungry for milk.

Dumping the handfuls of water into Pickle's mouth, you watched as he held the water in his mouth for a moment and then spit it out, along with the wasp, coughing up quite a storm. You frowned as he coughed, hesitantly patting his back afterwards, and after a while, you left to gather something to soothe the residual burning— fruits, which you forced Pickle to eat, despite his disdain for eating things that he did not hunt himself. But when he did as you wanted, the burn disappeared and you were ready to take your leave after helping him— only to have the man hot on your tail, everywhere you went, following you closely from behind.

Surprisingly, you didn't shoo him away, and that was what began the true extent of your strange relationship. It didn't take much longer before he would develop something new, love, and you returned the feeling. And in a moment of intimacy one late night, under the stars, he'd mounted you for the first time like a woman and breeded you under the moonlight. It was somewhat romantic, even with the guttural sounds of pleasure and delight that came from you both. And when you took him in his entirety without complaint, he was even more infatuated with you than he'd already been.

. . .

The primal man is grinning at this point as he's able to properly mount you, beginning to thrust at a pace that has your body rocking back and forth, his mouth and the area around it shiny with his own saliva as he plunges further. You're lucky you're stronger than the average and modern man, claws digging further into the dirt to keep yourself from toppling forward. Pickle is pounding into you, thrusting his hips with a tenacity that's enough to shake the trees around you, you're lucky your body is built for the brutality.

Watchful eyes are carefully observing, even going as far as to have a discussion onto why the two of you had chosen each other as mates since there was no chance of either of you reproducing. Then again, did reproducing matter much to the primitive people of your time? Apparently not, though Pickle seemed to be /breeding/ you as if it were indeed, possible.

Poor Cucumber was experiencing the true strength of Pickle's excitement, quite literally being fucked into the ground by a beast of mass destruction. The researchers collectively feel a sense of great respect for you as you handle the creature on top of you with gritted teeth, groaning and growling as you take every inch. It's a rough experience that leaves you teary eyed, wobbly lipped, and whining, just like all the other times he has his way with you. Pickle doesn't seem to let up, not even when your teeth chatter as a familiar and growing pleasure comes over you, blossoming in your hips and cock, strings of white spewing from your tip and onto the ground beneath you in spurts that seem to last far too long. Your cock seems to soften after cumming a second time, though it continues to twitch and swing with the pistoning of barbaric hips that continuously drive you forward. Squelching and the sound of skin repeatedly colliding is nearly as loud as the proud growls Pickle does, his chest vibrating with an animalistic equivalent of pride when you cum, squeezing his erection enough to milk him just right.

And fortunately, your poor hole doesn't need to take much more abuse before Pickle reaches his edge as well, unleashing copious amounts of his load into you, cum spilling out the edges where your bodies connected, dribbling out in the dirt like lines of salt. You'd felt full like this before, never able to get used to the feeling but still enjoying it regardless, a strange after result is the slight pouch in your lower belly that is made due to an immense amount of cum. Pickle holds himself there for a bit before pulling out and he's /still/ coming, ropes of the sticky white landing on your back and your rear, the insane amount he's dumped into you beginning to spill out and trickle from your gaping, spasming hole. Your lover lets out an affirmative, satisfied groan and then lays down onto the ground on his side right next to you. He wraps one of his lengthy arms around you and pulls you towards him, your chest neerly flush against his, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder, panting as you attempt to catch your breath, almost as if you'd been running after an especially fast prey. Pickle shuts his eyes and rests his chin on top of your head as he slowly shuts his eyes, having been drained of energy. It's not long before he's asleep and his body naturally locks in place around you, almost like a protective barrier. One of his legs is draped over yours, hooked behind your knees, his monstrous cock nestled between your thighs while yours is squeezed between your stomach and his abdomen, lower bodies entangled where it's almost difficult to distinguish between limbs. His arm is still wrapped around your back, the other had joined, slipping beneath you as his hands interlocked behind your back. This position is new, he's usually laying right on top of you when he sleeps, completely covering you up like a shell on the back of a turtle, making it nearly impossible to see you beneath him unless one looked from very specific angles.

You're tired as well, hole still leaking with Pickle's cum as your eyelids grow heavy. Your body is hot and sticky with sweat, making your skin stick to his, but you always find comfort in his presence, snaking your own arms around the massive man's body the best way you can before you drift off to sleep as well.

To the researchers and facility crew who are still watching on the security cams, they see the cuddling session as wholesome— despite the previous actions of you both— and nearly coo at the cuddling session.

Perhaps they would need to adjust their research and find different questions to think about...

[princessbrunette]

OUTERBANKS: THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU — THE LORE ♡

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CW: depressing tones, violence, death, blood, gore.

AN: okay, so i don’t really know what this is — but i wanted to open this up as an au i could write drabbles for with reader x character and i decided to write some extensive lore behind the universe i’m creating. i’ve always loved zombie media so i wanted to combine my fav things n create this little au for you guys. this isn’t really a fic but more so an opener to inspire drabble requests n ideas in my inbox, kind of like an experimentation. okay, hope you enjoy !! ౨ৎ

“We got gate one locked down, I repeat Pope— we got gate one locked down. Proceed with opening gate two. Over.”

“Got it, thanks JJ. Over.”

The squealing of mechanics shakes the dusty ground as the old gates begin to slowly slide, squealing as they open up revealing the long forest road up ahead. John B readies himself for a simple supply stake out, headed out alone to check out an old warehouse one of the runners had scoped out a week prior. As he exits the gates, he looks right and then looks left — stepping on the squishy skull of a previously dealt with Infected, its body lulling out from the old rickety grafitti’d sign reading Kitty Hawk.

The world went to shit back in 2020. Some sort of pandemic that had people biting others, their brains overpowered by aggression and hunger for flesh. One day everyone was cleaning up the beaches after Storm Agatha, the next day people were tearing into flesh right infront of your very eyes. At first, the people of the Outerbanks had moved out onto their boats, living out on the water with the occasional supply run. It worked for a while, the infected couldn’t swim so as long as your boat was afloat — you were safe from their bloody unforgiving jaws. However, supplies started to run out pretty fast, and people began to turn on eachother. Hopping boats and pirating until no one was left standing and the water was tainted with blood— the infected gathered on the shore to feast on the bodies slowly being washed up by the tide.

The pogues had found you by week six, your body curled on the pier by the Chateau crying into your hands having lost everyone you’d ever known. You were sure to soon perish— no supplies, no weapons, no food. Life had become bleak, hopeless — until for the first time in your life you’d felt the cold barrel of a pistol pressed to the back of your head.

“Who are you and why are you out here?” Kiara barks, a khaki green bandana tied to cover her nose and mouth.

“I’m— i’m just looking for shelter. I don’t have any weapons on me I swear I’m safe, please just —”

“Are you bit?”

“No!”

“Turn around.”

When you slowly turn, you’re met with two female faces, one more familiar than the other. Besides Kiara stands Sarah Cameron— a girl you went to school with. She looks more unsure than Carerra, hand resting on the pocket knife wedging out of the waistband to her denim shorts.

“I don’t think she’s bit Kie… hey, I think I know this girl.”

It was Sarah who had convinced Kiara to bring you back to the Chateau and let you stay. It was also Sarah who got you accustomed, explaining the role everyone played. She was a negotiator, her social ranking in the old world aiding her in communicating with people outside of the barricades they’d made. Kie was in charge of supplies, stock take and recruiting. She decided who was in and who was out. Pope was the brains, did all the mathematical equations to help the group understand their circumstances and chances of survival better. JJ, a fighter — most skilled in dealing with firearms and building bombs, which came in pretty handy when clearing out what was left of Kitty Hawk. John B was their leader, he often came up with the main strategies and stuck his neck out on the line.

Everyone was their own cog in the well oiled machine they’d built to aid them in surviving an apocalypse. It was uncertain what you could bring to the group until you’d mentioned that you’d been studying to be a nurse.

“S’good thing you come in useful ‘cus I was totally gonna suggest we use you as bait. Y’know, cos of the whole doe eyed damsel in distress thing you got goin’ on.” JJ jests with a smirk, and you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you to make sure you knew he was only kidding around.

You became a lot more useful for patching people up once you’d cleared out Kitty Hawk. The pogues and yourself had began to collect a larger group of survivors, creating a small town to live in what once was the behavioural-correctional camp. You’d collected gardeners, seamstresses, doctors — people of all ages looking for shelter and safety to live in the many dormitories the land had to offer. You had the evening shifts, patching up any runners that had return from their time outside of the gates with injuries.

You remember the day Sarah got bit so clearly.

The Twinkie had come barrelling through the gates so fast, the townspeople that protected the entrances barely getting them open in time before the vehicle was speeding in— Kiara and John B ushering the blonde out the doors yelling out for you urgently with devastation in their voices, begging you to amputate the arm she’d been bitten on.

The pogues had gone for what was promised to be a civil meeting with Ward and Rafe Cameron. The two had taken over what was left of Kildare, creating a strong colony in a gated community that Ward had just come into possession of right before the outbreak. They were feared, respected — and they wanted Sarah to return to them.

Of course, the meeting was a set up— and when Sarah had refused to go with them — they opened fire, attracting rogue infected to swarm in on the group. In the chaos, Sarah was bitten — and JJ in a fit of rage had shot Ward Cameron straight through the skull infront of his only son. This started an all out war.

You recall arriving to Sarah, and your heart sinking. It was definitely too late, her eyes blood shot and skin uncharacteristically pale. She was whispering “Its okay.” Over and over. You wasn’t sure if she was convincing you or herself.

Kiara took her out to the forest to put her out of her misery before she got the chance to turn into one of the brainless monsters that had existed outside the gates. She was stronger than you could ever be, holding back her tears as she aims the barrel to the blondes head. You weren’t there, but you heard the gunshot as you were patching up JJ who was skimmed by a bullet. You slept by his side that night without uttering a word about it.

Everyone got a little more serious from that point on. You often stared at the heart with her initials she’d carved into her old bunkbed that now sits empty in her dorm, her things laid out like she was still coming back to collect them one day. John B got a little more stern as a leader, over protective of you as he made it clear he didn’t believe you’d be able to protect yourself out there — banning you from leaving the gates. JJ became a more ferocious fighter, busying himself with target practice out in the forest shooting bullseyes each day to ensure he could quickly take down whoever he needed to. Pope got more reserved, more moody — hanging out by himself infront of maps or in the radio room with Kie trying to find new survivors. Occasionally, just occasionally — the bunch of you would get together and drink round a camp fire. Things would feel normal again, just for one night — the group laughing and telling stories the same way they might have done before the outbreak.

You wondered how long this could last, if there was ever an end to any of this. You also wondered if there was a reason to it all happening, if you were being punished for the way you’d behaved as human beings. Mostly though, on a day to day basis— you wondered when Rafe Cameron would return for his revenge. It was only a matter of time.

[hectateovrhere]

Soul, Body, and all

Pairing: Neteyam x male Metkayina reader, eldest son of Tonowari ( the chief)

Summary: you, the aloof eldest son to the chief, do ( your unexpected friend) Neteyam’s ceremonial paint and things get intimate.

A/N: idk how to write summarys but hopeful the story makes up for it this is more first time posting so hope y’all enjoy :) also I added “lore” just to make it more meaningful. Idk-

There was a comfortable silence that hung over you two. Neteyam sat infront of you his eyes catching every detail of your face. You didn’t know what to say and neither did he. An unspoken bond between you two. You were evasive and slippery you were loved but no one really knew you. The chiefs son was what you were and a great warrior; that’s all the reason your tribe needed to love you. You were adamant on keeping everyone at arms length; you weren’t interested in relationships, even with your siblings. No connections meant no feelings getting in the way of what you believed in. no one could have gotten this close to you but somehow he did.

You traced the structure of his face with white paint sharp and delicate at the same time; he stared as you focused. You place your hand on his shoulder as you got closer you grabbed the yellow paint and outlined his eyes with dots.

“What is the ceremony for?” Neteyam broke the silence

“It’s very spiritual… it allows you to be placed under eywas protection and our protection.” You fingers glided down his neck Neteyam gulped at your touch. “The paint is very important each style is different- they have a unique meaning each of us learn a different technique.”

“What does mine mean?” You pause for a moment coating your hand in pale green paint.

“Kind-hearted. A protector and protected.” You place your hand on his chest you feel his heart beating. “A special soul.” Your painted hand print was left on his chest Neteyam refused to utter a word as if they were jammed in his throat. The wind rushed past you with a whistle and the waves crashed to the shore in a musical pattern.

“Turn around.” You ordered softly now it was your turn to break the silence. He obeyed silently his strong back faced you. Coating your hands once again you place them on his shoulders pushing inward to his shoulder blades replicating that of wings. Your hands halted at his braid.

“Can I?

Neteyam nodded slowly you moved it to the side he shivered as you dotted the outline of his spine.

“The back represents freedom and your choice to look after those around you. A leader. People will follow you anywhere.”

“Will you?” The words slipped through Neteyam’s lips. He cringed at the way it came out like his body reacted on its own ignoring the brain and following his heart. It yearned for you. He failed to figure out how to express it to you and the looming possibility that you didn’t feel the same way terrified him. He couldn’t bare the thought of you slipping through his fingers.

Neteyam’s ears twitched at the way your hands paused. He prepared for the worst. What could you possibly think of an outcast?

“You want me to follow you forever?” You reiterated with a light chuckle; Neteyam flushed he knew it came out wrong. Of course he knew you had your duties you were the chiefs son; you made a promise to your people. He knew all about that; it was him once upon a time. It sounded like he wanted you to run away with him to drop everything and leave.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Neteyam whipped around catching you by surprise you took notice to the distance between you. The short distance you watch his pleading eyes you could tell he was struggling to find the right words to say.

“I want you by my side and I want to stay by yours.” He explained “you’re the only person that makes me feel okay with never going back home. I want to stay with you.”

“What are you saying?”

In that moment time stopped all you could feel were his soft lips on yours. you weren’t sure what to do you’ve never kissed anyone before- you’ve never been this close to someone before. Neteyam was struggling as well both of you unsure about what to do and how to continue but doing it anyway; eventually you got the hang of it syncing with his movements. You could feel his energy enter you, careful not to touch him with your painted hands you attempted to deepen the kiss you wanted to be closer.

Neteyam understood what you wanted and did it for you basically grabbing your head and pulling you towards him. An unfamiliar feeling erupted in your stomach is this what it felt like? To be kissed? You never thought you would experience it. You seen your parents kiss and other people your age do it;but it never interested you. Now you could see why everyone liked to do it; it was nice you felt connected to him like you could feel what he felt, his senses were yours and the world seemed to melt away.

When you both pulled away everything felt cold by the way Neteyam was looking at you he felt the same way.

“Do you understand what I mean now?” He questioned his voice was gentle. you placed your forehead on his; your eyesight being filled with his deep yellow eyes only. You saw him for who he was and all he could be; you saw his heart and mind, his internal battles and his responsibilities. You unraveled before him he saw you, he knew you and you felt free knowing someone finally understood you.

“Neteyam..” you trailed “I see you.”

His eyes widened at your confession “I see you too.”

Your lips met again you held each other delicately disregarding the paint on your hands. this time there was less of a struggle both of you had somewhat of an idea on how to do it; all that mattered was the way it made both of you feel. He caressed every inch of your skin like he had been waiting an eternity to do so. Every inch he followed as if to memorize your body; your skin burned where ever Neteyams wandering fingertips grazed; every touch felt like fire and you savoured every second of it.

Neteyam embraced your warmth accepting it into his body, he could feel your soul. He silently thanked Eywa for guiding him to you this was her plan all along.

He was the only one for you. There was no one else. He was worth losing everything over and you would die before you gave your heart to another. Though you were young; in your heart you knew Neteyam was yours. Soul, body, and all.

[icarusredwings]

It's bedtime, Kiddo. 3/3

Mama's boy- Dominic Fike

Tw: Bedtime troubles, voices, abandonment issues, discussions of accidental stabbing, Wade being a mama's boy, flirting.

Disclaimer: Wade is also … wade.. and by that I mean he's looking a bit too much at wolvies butt right now and it makes Logan feel a little uncomfy. It's decently normal to still be attracted to your partner even if you are small-ish. In this fic Wade is conscious (big) enough to understand bigger topics but not the complicated details of relationships. Not all littles are the same and No, Logan would never do so don't even think about it. I'll block you. This fic also shows age sliding, going from a much older small self to a younger self

"You're being a big brat today, ya'know that?" He tells him, walking into the bedroom, practically slamming him down into the bed with a 'oouf'

"Nu-uh!”

"Don't start. You know damn well you're not supposed to give her that. Now she's going to throw up, remember?" Getting a wipe, he wiped off his fingers and his face as he squirms, whining at him. "Kitty nooo!"

"You're filthy. I swear if you had hair, it would be in that too!"

Gasping, Wade looked at him with a pout. "Rude!"

"Tell me I'm lying." He grumbled, tossing the wipes as he shoved his cup in his hands, dropping fluffy next to him. "Now. Bed."

"I am in bed." He says, drinking more of his grape juice, crossing his leg over the other sassily.

“You know what I mean!”

“But I am in bed. Kitty carry me.” He mutters, sitting up, only for Logan to push him lightly back down. “No. Down, we're going to sleep.”

“Can't.” He states this as if it's a fact, putting his cup back into his mouth.

Stripping off his shirt and taking off his jeans, He gives Wade a glance, he didn't like stripping infront of him like this. He got too… excited.. for someone so small. It made sense though, Really it did. But it creeped Logan out to see him lying here with his cup and Fluffy while also looking at him like that.

“Stop it.” He tells him, quick to put on some fluffy pajama Pants, climbing under the covers. “Don't even think about it.”

“Do you have a bra?” He asks, turning over as he holds Fluffy, Looking at him with a big grin.

“What?? No? Go to sleep. You're tired.”

“Mommy wears bras. Maybe you can borrow one.”

“Wade-” He grunts. “I don't need a bra.”

“But you have big boobs.”

“Wade!” He says, blushing more as he shoves a pillow over his face, rolling to put his back to him. Logan didn't think he'd ever be comfortable about little Wade making comments about his body. It felt more wrong on his half because he was older. Much. Older. And to let him compliment made him feel gross. He much preferred his flirting when he could consent.

“I'm not lying” He states. “Princess ‘questria says lying is bad.”

“Go to sleep, Wade! Just..

.. shut up and go to bed!” Logan groaned, knowing now that he was doomed to hearing him gab about horse lore of some show he watched.

“Sometimes applejack lies to her friends and that's not nice.”

“No… not it is not..” A sigh of defeat.

“But she has lots of work to do so she can't play all the time. She has to work on a farm. She's a farm horse.”

“Yeah”

“And it's hard for her because she also has to watch a baby pony that gets in trouble sometimes.”

“Uh-huh.”

“At first I liked pinkieshy but now I like shycord.” He mutters, yawning a big one as he shifts to put his forehead on his shoulder.

“Mhm..”

“I think it's cute because he was kind of mean at first but then he had tea with fluttershy and now they love each other. We have tea sometimes, Wolvie.”

“Mh..”

“Does tea make people love you?” By now he was just babbling anything that overworked brain could think of.

Logan only shrugged, his eyes already closed and seconds from sleep.

“Can I give… mommy some tea? Then she'll..love me and stay?”

Opening his eyes, Logan groaned a bit. “Wade, Darlin’ I know you miss her but can we talk about this later? It's a big boy talk.”

“But I am a big boy.” He states, whining some.

“Right.. my bad I forgot. It's a grown up talk.”

He rephrases, reaching a lazy hand back to pet his head a couple of times. “Mkay?”

“But…Mommy pinky promised..”

“What did she pinky promise?”

“Sh-she said she wouldn't leave.” He says, sitting up as he tries to wipe his tears away.

Logan let out a ‘Fine I guess we're doing this now’ sigh as he sat up, turning to him.

“Vanessa said she would stay for a couple of hours, bub. And she has work soon. She can't stay all the time.”

“Yes huh! S-she used to..” He started choking on his tears, putting his face into Fluffy. “She's a liar…”

“Oh... Kid, you know why she can't stay all the time anymore..” This has been an issue for a couple of weeks now. Sure, big wade perfectly understood that Vanessa did not want to be a main partner anymore, he understood why too, he knew it was difficult to deal with all of his mental and physical issues. He knew just how dangerous it was as well. He wouldn't lie or try to deny that.

But small Wade? All he saw was Vanessa leaving him again. But why? What did he do? Was he bad? Why Didn't she love him anymore like she used to? Was he too grown up for her now? Maybe if he had tantrums and acted much younger then she would like him again. These were the thoughts running through his brain on repeat, though this childish plan of his wouldn't work the way he wanted. At least not every time.

How could you even try to explain such things to him? ‘Sorry, your mommy doesn't feel safe or like she can fully take care of you anymore so that's why you have Me and Mama and only sometimes Mommy now that you scared the shit out of her’ He couldn't tell him that. He wouldn't get it. He would immediately say that he's not mean and wouldn't hurt her. No, he wouldn't. But he has. Mainly emotionally. Shot at. Kidnapped. Stabbed…

Some night terrors were too much. And Vanessa didn't have regeneration powers. Thank god it was just a scratch really, but Logan understood fully why she was scared. Wade was much stronger than he thought and often forgot. Especially when he was small, He had to watch him around puppins to be sure he didn't squeeze her too hard.

“Nooo.. S-she lied. She only stayed a little bit..” he whimpers, his sleeve coming up to wipe his face as he sniffles, starting to full on cry.

Frowning, Logan pulled him close. “Kid, She was here for a long time. From almost 6 pm to 11, so 5 hours. That's a long time, Wade.” He says, rubbing his back and letting him climb into his lap, pulling his arms close to his chest, trying to curl as small as possible.

“Shh.. I know.. I know.” He whispers, holding him tight as he gently begins to rock. “You'll see her again. Promise.”

“I miss mommy.”

“Bub, it's 1 in the morning. Please go to sleep. Let's go to sleep, okay? You can see her tomorrow.”

"B-but I miss Mommy.." The sharp pain in his voice is enough for Logan to sigh heavily.

"Wade.."

"...more than anything." He finishes, Looking up to Logan with eyes the size of the moon and as beautiful as pearls. glossy, cream and wet with salty water. “Please Logan...”

Logan paused for a second. It wasn't often Wade finished sentences or called him by his name. Not like this anyway. Sighing as he got out his phone to call her for the second time today. “You're so spoiled.. you know that?”

Sniffling more as the dial tone rang, Wade looked guilty, trying to hide behind Fluffy, More tears welling up as he held his knees up to his chest. He felt like a burden. Feeling bad for wanting to call his Mommy so late, but he needed to know she still loved him despite only leaving upwards of an hour ago.

“...I'm sorry daddy..” He whispers, the thick tears falling as he's handed the phone.

“Shhh. I'm going to go get you some milk, okay? Stay. Just talk to her. You're good at that. Tell her how you feel, kiddo.” Yawning, he stretched after getting up with a big groan, leaving with his empty cup to refill it.

“H-hello?? Logan? It's like 1 in the morning-”

“.. Hi mommy..”

“Oh.. mmmh Hi baby.. did you take daddys phone?”

He shook his head, sniffling as he became overwhelmed by hearing her voice, starting to cry again.

“Why did yoOrl-Leave!?” He cries, trying to control his emotions but is unsure how. He wanted to yell, shout, cry, sob, and be happy all at the same time.

“Baby.. we talked about this. I have work.”

“Why??”

“well.. Because, honey. I need to work. To make money.”

“Why?”

“That's just how it works.. Is daddy there?”

“A-are you Gon-” he choked, swallowing “gonna wove me anymore? C-cause im not a Baby no more? I-” he takes a deep breath as snot began to run. “I can be a baby, Mommy!”

On the other line, she became silent as her heart shattered into a million pieces. “Ooh, Wade…I do love you. Really, I do. Are you alright?” She asks, wondering if Logan was sleeping and he was panicking.

“B-but I’m not a baby no more?”

“Oh, Honey, it has nothing to do with that!” She says trying to decide how to handle this. If she didn't have to get up in 6 hours she would come right over and hold him all night. Reassure him that she did not leave him because of his regression. No, not at all.

“I love you even if you're the biggest boy. I promise.”

“You already pinky promised!!” He shouted, becoming frustrated, assuming that Vanessa was lying to him again.

“Shhh, shh I know, but I told you I couldn't spend the night. Where's daddy? Can you find daddy? I need to talk to hi-”

From the comotion, Al had waddled in, irritated with it all. “Wade, Tell her goodnight. It's bedtime.”

“B-but” he starts, choking more as he sobs.

“Now.” This stern voice wasn't used often so he decided to listen.

“L-love you mommy.. I-it's bedtime.. mama says so.”

“I see. Goodnight baby. I love you this much!” She says, putting her arms out as far as they would go on the other side of the phone.

“D-double pinky promise?”

“Triple pinky promise, big boy…Night Al.” She mutters, letting the woman hang up.

Picking a tissue from the bedside, She handed it to him. “Blow.” and so he did, his cries becoming quieter as his chest tightened. He had missed her so much. It wasn't often he saw her anymore. Maybe once every two weeks for a few hours. It was more than before at least, when he saw her only on birthdays and Christmas.. Al had to deal with that all on her own, learning to comfort him when who he wanted around was unavailable.

Climbing into bed, She got all situated, opening her arms. “Come to mama.”

Sniffling, he crawled over. She held him the way she would with her own children, letting Him nestle into her collar bone, sobbing.

“Shhh… it's alright. Hush now. You can't always get what you want, Dear.” Al says, petting his head and his side, letting him close his eyes in the lazy hug.

“Shh.. There's a good boy. Just needed his mama, huh?” She whispers, leaning down to kiss his head. “I'm so proud of you Wade.. you're so smart and have such a big heart..sometimes too big..” She says, pushing pressure into his spine, back in between his shoulder blades and lower back. “So why are you crying now, sugar?”

“M-mommy left..”

“Oh that's a shame honey.. Do you think she'll be back?”

This is what Wade needed. He needed validation and a question to reset his mind. Althea always seemed so rude, but she always knew what to say. It's almost been 7 years, after all of course she would know what's best.

Imagine feeling a pain in your chest and everyone around you was telling you that you were wrong. That you had no reason to be upset. That you would see them again. They forgot that children could miss too. Even more seriously than adults.

Someone agreeing with him felt… good. For once they took him seriously.

The question on the other hand forced him to think about it. What HE thought.

Pausing, he bit his tongue as he thought, only to shly nod.”..Y-yes..”

“Then why are you worried she won't?”

“... Mommy wants a baby.. i-I'm not a baby.” He whispers, sniffling into her chest.

“Did she say that?”

“I heard her.. she said she wants a baby.”

“Oh? Are you sure she wasn't talking about a different kind of baby? Like a toy baby?”

Taking a moment to think, he shrugged. “I-i don't know.. maybe she wants a real baby..”

“Maybe. Or perhaps she was talking about you. She calls you baby all the time, Sweetheart, She could have been saying she missed you.”

As if resetting everything, he was silent, as if internally his voices were trying to sus out any lies or not. You could see the exact moment where they dinged like a lightbulb. “..Really?”

“Maybe. Do you think so?”

If only you could pay to see what was going inside of that mind of his, each individual thought overlapping.

‘What do I think..?’

‘I think I miss mommy’

‘Mommy misses me ??’

‘Al kinda stinks like diaper rash cream but that's rude so don't say that’

‘I'm so scared’

‘What if mommy hates me?’

‘*insert image of Kitty’s boobs from earlier*’

‘God, I'm sooo tired!’

‘where did my cup go??’

‘Screw that she's lying!’

‘What did I even eat today??’

‘I love my mama so much!! She's so nice to me.’

All of them speaking at once. Telling him different things.

A small smile came to his face.. “Yeah… Mommy misses me too.. but.. she's working? So.. she has to go to sleep?”

“Anndd?”

“And… Now it's bedtime and.. I have to go to sleep too?”

“Very good! So come on. Get your badger Or whatever that is and lay down.”

Taking off her glasses and taking out her dentures, she sighs, laying down to get all comfy only for Wade to worm himself under her arm and into her chest. “It's actually a wolverine...an his name is fluffy.”

“Mmh.. so it is.”

Curling up with his legs up, he held fluffy tight, closing his eyes with a big sigh of relief, his mind dimming down the best it could, now only half of the thoughts residing. “...Night night Mama..”

“Goodnight, Wade.” But by the time she said this, He was already out, exhausted from today's emotional dysregulation.

Coming into the room, Logan grunted. “Wade? Did you talk to your mom? I gave in and put liquor in your cup so you can-... oh.” Seeing him all curled up and snoring with the old woman, he smirks, Rolling his eyes.

“Tch… Mama’s boy..”

[thebisexualteensecondaccount]

*Cries in revealing lore*

There's actually 2 pieces of lore I need to get through so 1st will be Silver Lore

Only told several people about her so have lore

TW: Abandonment, Negligence, bullying, being forced, ripping off a body part, blood and death

Reminding yall that this was rushed so uh

-Generally had a tough time growing up, 1st being her parent abandoning her and leaving in the care of father, then her father becoming more neglectful when she was growing up and being bullied by 3 Collectors. She only made 1 friend growing up but unfortunately they moved away

Silver would really avoid the abandonment and neglectful feelings since it would just pain her in the chest and feels like she doesn't feel important to her parents. But then again, suck it up. Silver feels like she can't show much of her real emotions cause she feels forced to be the "Perfect Child" infront of her relatives. Even her own father. The only times she reveals her true self is when she's alone cause she doesn't wanna ruin the reputation of being the Perfect Child.

By "Perfect Child" I mean being favored by your Aunt and Auncle and they want u to look and act mature infront of your older and younger cousins. Making 'wise' decisions while u're not being able to do whatever the hell u want unless u want your reputation to be ruined. Poor Silver, she doesn't want her older and younger cousins not to be able to make their own choices. But she, unfortunately, has no choice. Who knows what their Auncle and Aunt are planning right now? Who knows.

Now, do they celebrate Collector Holidays? Hahaha absolutely........not. She has never been to one at all, because her family doesn't celebrate Holidays. It's too "childish" to her family unfortunately. But then again, what are holidays? The children in the family aren't told they don't celebrate any holidays, and aren't even taught about Collector holidays. So any celebration that is mentioned, it'll start asking questions because the family is sh-t and is a bunch of a$$holes :)

I'll continue Silver Lore later cause it's getting boring and I am so done with this post rn

Anyways, time to talk about the most random things. About Collector lore. Haha

Anyways

Normal

•Yellow Sclera

•Whatever eye color(No Heterochromia)

•Black Pupil

Peculiar

•White Pupil

•Red or Purple Sclera

•Heterochromia eyes

Hated

•Constricted white pupil(Always Constricted no matter what)

•2 or more colors as Sclera

•Heterochromia eyes

•These eyes are not special, they get the worst treatment among other Collectors

Loved

•White Sclera

•Black Pupil

•Rainbow eyes

•These eyes are special, they get better treatment among other Collectors

Collectors are actually b-stards. They're f-king picky about other Collectors. If u have something they don't like, they would deem u as "Bad Luck" and possibly spread rumors about u and your family's genetics because of how u look

U're lucky if u have something Collectors admire. They would deem u as "Good Luck" and give u better treatments among other Collectors just cause of how u look like. They're b-stards, but it's not all of them

Anyways u can actually rip off their arm or sh-t, most would be offended but u're lucky if u rip off an Collector's arm and they don't care, but I remind u the blood is something ok. I'm not kidding that sh-tty blood is f-king sticky and will f-king start foaming. It looks creepy to Mortals, and Collectors and Half Mortal-Half Collectors can see the blood. Now if u put their arm or whatever back, it'll start hanging. So Collectors would have to attach it themselves, it's incredibly annoying to them because they need to twist the f-king arm or sh-t a few times inorder to not hang lose

Then they would leave since experiences like this can make them so uncomfortable, especially for a child Collector. But it doesn't harm them, unfortunately. Btw touch the blood, u will possibly die. Best case scenario u only get burned, worst case scenario u die. And don't u dare drink it, u will die. That sh-tty blood is basically poison. So don't touch or drink it

That's all imma say so bye

@insanelyadd

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

This purely scientifically hypothetical, what would happen if Haurchefant was exposed to the love booster infront of !Agni. Just want to ses how Niddy strength Estinien vs Haurchefant who in lore needed a dozen knights to restrain him

(AU set post-6.0 and thank you again for all your asks <3)

"Haurchefant, how lovely for you to come visit--oh dear." Agnes sighed, realizing at once what happened. Again.

Haurchefant Greystone, the former presiding lord of Camp Dragonhead and current Scion, was on his knees at her and Estinien's apartment door. "My dearest and sweetest Agi, how I adore you! How I wish I could tell you the depths of my feelings for you! You are a singular woman, and I would worship the ground you walk upon if it is your desire!"

For fuck's sake. Okay, I should really get him...somewhere...so he can sleep this off or something. "Haurchefant, I don't--"

"Agnes please! Let me love you in the way you deserve!" He prostrated himself to her, causing her to blush and hope Estinien is still in the bathroom.

"You were at our wedding, Haurche. I love Estinien, and he loves me. We're married and having a little girl in a few moons." She patted her belly. "And what you're feeling right now isn't real. It's just a love potion--"

Haurchefant shook his head. "Nay, my sweetest flower! I have loved you for so long. I sacrificed mine own body to save you! That's more than that lout Varlineau has ever done!" He rose quickly and bowed to her. "Allow me to fight for your hand, Agnes. Allow me to defeat him in honorable combat so that you can be Lady Greystone!"

"WHAT?!?!"

Oh shit, there's my grumpy dragon. Maybe I can use Rescue to get my staff just in case I have to bonk them both.

Estinien Varlineau, hands balled into his fists, made it to the door within three long strides and glared at Haurchefant. "What did you just say to my wife?"

"Love, it's the alchemist shit again. Haurchefant--" Agnes began but was interrupted by Haurchefant unsheathing his gunblade.

"Ser Estinien, you are not fit to be the Warrior of Light's husband! I challenge you!" Haurchefant snarled, looking Estinien in the eye.

"Excuse me, but--"

Estinien's nostrils flared, and Agnes could see red dots pooling in his eyes. Oooooooh no. Oh dear. This is not good. "I am her husband. Her mate. The father of our daughter, Greystone. YOU CANNOT HAVE HER!" He roared, black scales erupting through the starburst scar on his forearm and bursting through his shirt on his shoulder. His shirt (rest in pieces) was in tatters, his pants ripping like tissue paper as Estinien's draconic self came out.

Under normal circumstances, people would be terrified! And yet, as always, I'm turned on. But first...

"GREYSTONE! I'LL KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND!"

"If you think some dragon essence is enough to scare me, then you're stupid as well as dishonorable, ser!"

"Pardon me--"

The two collided and began rolling on the floor.

Agnes shut her eyes and took a deep breath. For fuck's sake. Okay, time to be The Warrior of Light. "Rescue!" Her staff came to her instantly, and she slammed it to the floor. "ENOUGH. If you two are going to brawl, then please go in an open area and NOT IN MY FUCKING HOME. That being said," she cast Repose on Haurchefant and bonked Estinien's draconic head with her staff. "you know better, having been under the same spell. Haurchefant isn't in his right mind and insisting on fighting when we know the solution is fucking stupid."

Now in his elezen form, Estinien sighed deeply. "Forgive me. My...instincts took over. When it comes to you and Esme, I cannot..." Oh gods, he's looking at me with those "I'm so sorry Agi please forgive me and let me love you" eyes. As if I can ever stay mad at him!

Agnes smiled. "It's alright, love. Now, if you could get Haurchefant to the couch that would be great. I'll contact Nidhana for some antidote...or just let him sleep, I suppose."

Estinien shrugged as he stood. "Whatever you think is best. You know...there was a time when I thought Haurchefant or Aymeric would be better for you instead of me." He smiled ruefully. "Back when I thought I was undeserving of your love."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Aye, but not now." He hugged his wife and gave her a gentle squeeze. Love it when he hugs me. I feel so safe and loved and cared for. He's the best. I'd never want anyone else.

"Good, because you're stuck with me, 'Stinien."

He hugged her a little tighter. "And you with me."

A loud snore came from the floor making them laugh.

"I'll deal with Ser Snores A Lot. You rest. I'll be along shortly."

[broke-art]

Saw this and couldn't resist

You stumbled through the forest carefully stepping over fallen branches and attempting all the while to be as silent as possible. Your village wasn't far, but it was certainly far enough for this excursion to be an issue. You had left to pick some pears and apples for your family to sell at the market. Typically, you would never dare to go through the forest. But the path you usually took had been washed out by a large rainstorm the previous night.

Not willing to let your family go hungry for the month, you decided to go through the forest. However, these forests belonged to a powerful warrior known as the Monkey King, his brother the six eared macaque, and their apprentice; the monkey kid. They were aggressive about their territory and had a bad habit of kidnapping villagers for servants or food depending on who was telling the story.

The Prince Red Son had done everything he could to be rid of them, but they proved to be a nuisance that would not be removed so easily. So, the towns people were warned to avoid the forests at all costs. Thus far you hadn't run into any trouble. You would be home soon. You had just begun to wonder if you were going to be lucky when-

"What's this?" A low voice questioned amusedly from the shadows.

You froze midstep and looked around frantically for the source of the voice.

The shadows around you shifted and a black monkey leaned halfway out of your own shadow that was cast against a nearby tree.

You gasped a bit and stumbled backwards until your back met something firm and warm.

"Looks like a new servant." The Monkey King spoke making you jump and dash away a few steps.

"N-no way!"

Both Monkeys exchanged amused looks.

"So she talks." The darker mused stepping fully from the shadows. "And here I just thought she was a pretty face."

You sucked in a breath to speak but just then a third voice cut you off.

"Who's this?" A thud sounded behind you with a hint of a metallic ring.

You flinched and turned only to pause. Before you stood a brunette holding the legendary staff with a raised eyebrow. When you met his eyes your heart skipped a beat. His glowing gaze gave you a once over. Then his lips parted into a cocky grin.

"Aw you guys got me a gift for my birthday. You shouldn't have."

Macaque and Monkey king exchanged grins.

"You gotta catch her first, kid." Monkey King pointed out folding his arms. "Seems to me she was about to put up a fight."

The monkie kid's grin grew, which made your stomach twist into knots.

"A chase huh?" He twirled the staff. "Sounds like fun."

You paused for a moment then threw the fruits you had picked into his face and took off in a dead sprint.

The elder two monkey's laughter followed you as you raced through the trees. For a moment you heard no sound that would indicate you were being followed.

But in an instant the monkie kid fell right infront of you. You came to an immediate halt stumbling only slightly.

"Nice try." The monkie kid smirked before lunging at you.

Which you dodged narrowly and picked up a rock.

The monkie kid chuckled darkly before zipping behind you.

"Gotcha!" He cheered catching your wrists and pinning them behind your back. In an instant you felt something akin to rope binding them in place. You were then tugged backwards your back hitting his chest.

"Welcome to your new home."

*So, I didn't want to spoil so welcome to the end of the story. I the picture and had to write a oneshot where the Demon Bull family and Monkey King's lores were somewhat swapped. I might do more in this A.u with monkey King and macaque. Enjoy!*

[kazuhasmaid]

Could you do a part two to reader getting stuck in Genshin with a device with zhongliw venti and someone else that you choose?

how they would react to an isekai'd!reader with a device 📱pt.2

zhongli, venti, ayato, x isekai'd!reader

part 1 of this series

genre: fluff/comfort

wc:

a/n: WHEW i've grown fond of writing more for this scenario, so ill keep accepting more requests for this concept ehehe~ BTW THERE'S ACTUALLY A FEW PEOPLE WHO RECOGNIZED ORV AND I GOT SO HAPPY- and no my laptop still wont let me do read cuts. :/

implied omniscient reader's viewpoint references: just the reader having their phone and having exclusive skills for being the reader who's stayed till the end.

no beta read we die like ayato's parents / lowercase intended

favoritism™ shows.

having your life taken away and suddenly waking up inside the game you treasured for so long, one might count itself as a blessing for having tevyat as the next world you get to live in, that's until you find a shock to yourself that your device is with you? perhaps this was the way the archons in tevyat tend to you, to survive in this world, having records of events that are yet to take events in this magnificent, vast world you've yet to see- not with your screen any longer but with your very own eyes. wait. wait a minute? who's that-

zhongli

finding himself on a stroll to the plains, he hears noises a few feet away from him,

and there he found someone.

this someone was layed on the side of a rock wall, squirming around in what seemed to be an uncomfortable rest as wet mud covered the body.

though he confirmed it himself to make sure this person was alive and well, he carefully approached the person, tapping them on the shoulder, clearing his throat before saying,

"excuse me,"

the former archon took many more attempts to wake up the sleeping person. they fluttered their eyes open and zhongli found himself offering a gentle smile to this stranger whom he just found.

though the stranger was bewildered.

'is this who i think this is' you thought.

all in your amazement that the former archon of liyue, zhongli was right infront of you.

"...erhm, may i help you?" you asked him.

"no no, i was simply wondering how you ended up here.."

"may i be completely honest with you?"

you chose to confide in zhongli, knowing he can be trusted as he does not indulge himself in evil matters, which you know for a fact as the time you spent into lore-diving can now come in handy.

zhongli nods to your question as you begin to tell him how you're not exactly from liyue,

"where exactly did you travel from?"

"...huh, well it was more of hm. maybe you could say that im an "outlander" of some sort" you said this, knowing that zhongli would have more an easier understanding for using this term as the twin travellers were recognized by this title.

zhongli had been open-minded about your situation and had offered you a place to stay under the name of hu tao's business ,food to eat and new clothes to wear, being an archon himself, though the difference between mortals and archon did not stop him from knowing the difficulties that humans go through, let alone someone like you who had woken up in a whole new world will feel shaken at things beforehand.

he walked you through the fields, picking up a glazed lily and handing it to you, needless to say that the gentleman was a great company who spoke interesting facts about the agriculture of liyue and its history.

as you two reached the bazaars and shops of liyue, you had recieved warm welcome and smiles of he liyueans as you were accompanied by zhongli, you felt touched that even as you were covered in mud, all messy and lost, they found theirselves offering you free snacks, free clothing as liyueans were generous towards those who may need help.

you teared up at the gestures the liyueans continued to give you, though zhongli reached his hand towards your face to wipe your tear and smiled at you, chuckling at you, "no need to worry, you're welcome in liyue and will always be."

the day was filled with tours, smiles, and opinions about everything and anything that came into view or mind, it was no doubt- one of the best days in your life.

zhongli had found himself somewhat... upset that the day was coming to an end, so what he does? he invites you to dinner! he found himself oddly warming up to you faster, as he found you as a great company.

sitting at liyue pavillion, you two feasted at what zhongli calls 'liyue's pride' dishes cooked by a number of famous chefs known throughout tevyat.

as you reached for you old clothes, you felt something in its pockets, you had only been in tevyat for less than a day which made you curious as to why or how you had some possession with you.

zhongli watches you reach for the pockets and was curious to this slick rectangular thin.. thing was.

... it's your phone? well. that's peculiar and risky.

the tevyat you know is advancing but not to the point of smartphones being made although explaining this to zhongli that its from the 'outside' world would certainly clear up any dangers.

you open your phone to see the same content as it is though the game is locked, only notes and lore of the characters and locations are imbedded on it.

you turn to zhongli who's face was filled with curiosity,

you didn't hesitate to show the former archon what it did as you knew that he was already understanding.

you showed him your camera roll in which you visit a jewelery store filled with many gems and dazzling stones that he was astounded and had grown fond of, finding himself bewildered that where you had come from, noctilous jades did not sound familiar.

as you move on to other applications, you show zhongli a game in which you must see the differences of quality on the given object in order to pass the level, and as you knew that zhongli was knowledgeful in terms of materialistic quality, he had ascended levels way more than what took you months to get,

you had even shown him the clock app and reminders app in which,

"..you can set up reminders of yourself on the time you have to do something... by clicking this button?"

he was pretty amused and impressed of what this "phone" could do,

to any stranger who crossed the road, seeing these two people interact, anybody can see that his eyes were filled of gentleness, curiosity and amusement of the outlander that he had been blessed to have fallen in his sight.

Venti

wandering around the lake near the bridges of the gate of mondstat, you found yourself washing your face as you had recently figured out that you had.. somehow made it to tevyat, where your favorite characters lived their own stories and life, with that being said, with your phone being with you- you had reviwed every single event that has yet or bound to happen, you still couldn't wrap your head around it until you hear a melodic rythm play past your ears, and to this, you follow the trail of music that lead upon a statue of seven and a ginormous tree.

the lyre player had noticed your presence and made his way down the tree, walking towards you in a friendly manner, giving you a wave.

"well.. hello!" the lyre player smiled at you,

"i dont think ive seen you around in mondstat yet, are you perhaps.. a tourist? or an outlander?"

the quick falter in your facial expression gave it away to him, in which his shoulders slouch down and his gentle expression waiting upon your response.

he, too was aware of what an outlander feels when ending up in a world entirely different from your own.

the adaptations, behaviours, gestures were certainly to be aware of when you're new, and venti knew just what to do, if.. you were up to it.

you introduced yourself briefly as you were cautious of this meeting, you knew what powers an archon holds.

venti took you within the gates of mondstat, showing you what the city of freedom has to offer and the breeze within its walls brought you comfort from the suffocating stress you faced when you just landed, truly the city of freedom lives up to its name.

venti knew everyone in the city, in which he introduced you to?

a place, but not just any place. angel's share.

you refused to enter the tavern as you had nothing to pay with, though the bard only laughed at your statement and told you to let loose as he tells you that he only goes to the tavern when drinks were free of charge, in which you responded with a laugh- letting go of your worries and stresses of being an outlander to the back of your mind and let this moment be filled with hospitality and kindness of the mischievous bard before you.

he shows off his lyre to you, stating it as his "most prized possession" and he turned to you asking you if you had any of the kind. you take out your smartphone, and showed it to him.

"a piece of glass?" he asks.

you turned your phone on and showed him the ropes of how to operate one, he was particularly fond of the rythm games you had in your phone in which arrows were meant to be pressed on the right beat to get a high score of a particular song. he asked you to tell him more about your 'prized possession' in which lead to the midnight of tevyat, letting venti show you the night sky in windrise cliff, in which he handed you a dandelion for the both of you to wish together to.

as you two hiked up, you were in awe of the countless constellations that the view had offered you tonight.

amazement filled the bard's eyes as you've shown him a genuine smile, your eyes glistening, followed by a sniffle as he rubbed your shoulder as if to say that he was there for you in this new experience you were yet to face in the world of tevyat, making your wish with the dandelions, blessed upon the many stars beside the kind bard who'd offered you his company and even his life, though he ought to tell you that some other time.

Ayato

ayato had gotten himself in quite a hassle with the caretaker of the kamisato estate where he was forced to leave his duties and take himself out for a leisurely date as a break from all the piles of paperwork and responsibilities that had been bestowed upon him at an early age after losing his dear parents.

he had yet to think of what to do as for what 'leisure' meant to him until he'd seen a stranger from afar, reaching for the sakura petals that had been fleeting for eternity knows how long,

there he stood staring at you for what seemed to be... unknown.

you had turned around to meet his eyes, a flushed pink resting on his face as you had caught him staring at what he thought to be such a beautiful, peaceful scenery painting that had been brought to life.

the young lord was in awe of you from the very start, he had not made his way in these parts of inazuma and had not known every single person who lived in it, but he was certain to make sure to befriend you.

light robes surrounded your body as you hesitantly walked up to him, never taking your eyes off him.

there, you had introduced yourself before the commissioner who had fumbled around his words before stringing them into what seemed to be a mess.

"w..who.. im.. im ayato, k-kamisato.. ayato."

to this you laughed for a second, wondering why he had reacted this way,

"nice to meet you.."

"may i.. may i accompany you today? that's! that's if i am permitted to."

"oh of course! id been looking to reach out to someone for quite a few days now.."

"really? are you a traveller?"

"no, no.. i just.. i guess you could say that i woke up here.. or.."

"woke up in inazuma? as in strayed? from a ship?"

"no.. hm, you've heard of the outlander traveller, haven't you? that's.. kind of what i am. though in my case, im not allowed to go back as this is the second world i have to live in, though i do not complain since this place is filled with stories and knowledge i have yet to grasp.."

you spent the whole day, acquainting yourself with ayato, though his advancements to be acquainted were quite a shock as he had spoiled you through every store you crossed together, ending with bags that you two can no longer hold, these bags holding clothing, snacks, accessories, and trinkets, though you refused the purchases- he couldnt help but to buy it for you anyway! you had given him company and even played a bit of the drums you two had found upon a store, in which he also bought after

though the night has come, he had asked to escort you to your home as bandits often lure around inazuma's night sky, to this you replied,

"shelter? i.. have none if im being honest."

his face falls in concern asking you what you had meant,

"being an outlander had not given me the perfect opportunity to fit in as i have no background in living here.."

"that certainly worries me."

"its alright, ayato.."

"its not and i apologize on behalf on inazuma for straying you away like that, if i had known earlier.."

"it's nobody's fault, don't worry about it ayato.."

"well, may i propose a safe shelter and even a job to keep you afloat? this is all i can offer unless you'd like me to make other proposals to any connections that may interest you."

"that would be very great, ayato. im glad to have met you today."

he offered a kind smile, his eyes filled with gentleness as he met your glistening ones, and to this, you had leaned over to him, his arms instinctively om your shoulders as he had to make sure you were alright.

"thank you for showing me inazuma today, thank you for your company and thank you for showing me great hospitality in a place where i thought id be strayed aeay if it werent for our meeting today.."

ayato had lead you to the kamisato estate in which thoma and ayaka gave you two space to figure things out, you had gotten your own room and had dressed to head off for the night, until you had heard footsteps outside your room.

you see his figure in his sleeping attire, writing up documents, you brew up tea in your room for the two of you, as you knew that this man had done nothing but work his life off to the betterment of inazuma.

you set up tea on his desk and offered your company in which his expression changed to be of relief that he wouldnt be suffering in such silence of tonight.

you had chosen to tell him of your device that had aided you in so many things in the past world you lived in.

he made his way from across the table to sit next to you, his face leaning closer to the screen of your phone, seeing how this app showed recipes of dishes he had yet to try, and needless to say he was quite fond of the game where a business of a milk tea had to grow in terms of advancements made in the shop, recipes to unlock and customers to please, you had also shown him how cameras work in your phone,

"a kamera? ...in your phone? really how many things have been replaced by this device?"

you had shown him how to take a picture, slow motioned videos, time lapses and selfies in which he asked for your permission to try it himself,

motioning his hands to be closer to him as the flash goes off, his eyes never leaving yours as you offered him a smile as you both realized that each other's company had defeated the loneliness you two had been facing all this time has finally receded.

©kazuhasmaid please do not copy, paste or repost. plagiarizing or republishing in a different language will not be tolerated.

[jossambird]

Indecently Fated, P1

Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions/fantasizing of 18+ acts, Fate, Satanic praying, Desperately touch-starved Ratman.

AO3 LINK

Summary: Fate works in mysterious ways.

For you, you had never believed in such a silly thing.

But for Copia? Oh, it should have come as no surprise what he’d done, what any man in his position would have most likely also done: he had prayed to his Unholy God.

Indecently Fated, Chapter 1

It’s funny how fate works. Well, you didn’t really believe in fate per se but you believed in… something.

It had started with your friend telling you of a new band she was obsessed with, talking your ear off for hours on end about its band members, all the ins and outs, its lore, who she liked, who she found boring. You remember being surprised at how creative and incredibly well thought out it all was. It also didn’t help your mounting fascination that nobody knew who these people really were in their real day to day lives, adding to the mysteriousness of it all.

And now, as you stood at a Ghost Ritual, accompanied by the same friend, anticipation burned hotly in your veins. You couldn’t believe how lucky the both of you had been to get front row seats, remembering just how loudly the both of you had screamed while ordering tickets… followed by more panicked but excited screaming, wondering what type of indecently tight pants Papa Emeritus IV would wear literally infront of your faces. Immediately were you dragged back to the present and away from your thoughts, said friend gripping at your hand in excitement.

“I hope he wears those tattered pants I saw him wearing in some GIF’s online! Gone are the frumpy robes and in are the tight crotch pants!” She whispered excitedly from her seat beside you, eyes wide as she took it all in.

You simply grinned back at her and nodded, not wanting to correct her for what could be considered the 100th time that no, they were not called ‘robes’. Too many times had the both of you gone down this road: she was not a fan of the Cardinal Copia character. Too awkward, she said, too cringey. You couldn’t have disagreed more.

You almost found yourself laughing out loud, thinking of how cutely pathetic he was in all the Chapters videos the band had posted online.

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Your friend, sadly, had been right; he was infact wearing the tattered pants she squealed about. It was almost impossible not to imagine yourself on your knees, ripping the cords open to taste him but you succeeded in keeping a straight enough face, watching the mysterious man before you strut up and down the walkway as he sang. Unashamed, your thighs squeezed together, feeling your core burn in want.

Within the first few songs, too many times did you find your gaze drifting back down, watching as the fabric of his pants flexed with each movement of his hips. It felt far too indecent, far too-

‘Sinful, wearing such clothes… Wouldn’t you agree?’

You blinked, eyebrows furrowing as you registered the words uttered to your right, turning to reply to whoever- …. the spot beside you was empty, just as it had been earlier... Processing the information took a second longer then normal, your brain stopping itself to comment on just how real that thought had felt before continuing to ogle the man upon stage.

Try as you might to listen to Papa perform Mummy Dust, you could barely pay attention to anything other than the torrent of desire burning hotter within you, imagining instead that it was you who he rocked his hips into, strong hands gripping at your waist as he murmured words of undying devotion against your back. Oh how you wished to be able to touch yourself right now, your core damp as you continued to watch the man above you thrust into the air once more.

Briefly, you mused that you mustn’t have realized just how sexually starved you had been these last days.

A chuckle rang out from behind you, abit too close for comfort but you remained still, brushing it off perhaps to be from a man reaching down for something on the floor.

‘I wonder how easy it would be to sneak into his changing rooms...’

Automatically did you roll your eyes at the intrusive thought, wondering passively how much of a depraved pervert you would have to be to sneak into a star’s changing rooms like a crazed groupie.

‘Are changing rooms usually guarded? Nah, they probably lock the doors after leaving to perform, right? Either way, a guy like him probably has plenty-’

Whatever dumb thought you had begun to think disappeared in the blind of an eye as your mind conjured up a series of sensations so real you almost cried out in fear: a phantom hand softly yet firmly gripped at your chin, tilting your head up just enough, forcing you to watch Papa Emeritus IV give one final harsh thrust into the air, your core throbbing emptily at the sight.

You stood abruptly, clumsily bending down immediately as to not hide the magnificent view onstage from the people behind you and made your way hurriedly up the walkway, ignoring the whispered call of your name by your friend.

Immobile, you stood in the silent entrance, faintly hearing music behind you. No matter how badly you tried to forget the ghostly touch, you could not erase the image that had flashed into your minds eye it had conjured up: the Cardinal above you, dissimilar eyes magnetic as he fucked you, gloved hands gripping your hips. You could practically still hear his voice in your mind, hear the accent low and rough as he’d asked for your name, whispering it over and over again like one would do while worshipping their God.

Fuck, you couldn’t even remember the last time you had masturbated; had it truly been so long that simply being in the presence of a man you craved allowed your mind to create such realistic touches? What you would do to REALLY be in his changing room once the show was done..

No, no no, you couldn’t possibly be thinking seriously about sneaking into his changing room, no matter how depraved you felt. Slowly, you breathed in, eyes closed, willing your erratic heart to calm.

You wrestled with the idea for less then a second, nodding as you agreed; okay, yes, ONE look would surely satisfy this need you felt. One look would bring you back to Earth, reminding you just how stupid you really were. Yes, exactly.

In no time did you find the private hallways leading to the back, heels clicking clumsily against the tiles as you advanced slowly. Voices rang out from farther down the hallway, alerting you that no, you were not alone. The cacophony of noise most likely belonged to the oblivious gang of ghouls clearly guarding their lead singer’s room from weird little creeps like you who would try to break in.

Although sweat rolled down the back of your neck out of nervousness, you found yourself sighing out in disappointment, hating that you had actually grown wetter at the thought of surprising him with a post-concert blowjob.

You feigned acceptance, body vibrating in disappointed defeat and walked back into the main entrance, straining your ear to hear what song was now being played.

Perhaps some cold fresh air against your skin would help extinguish the fire within you, right? You admit that you had favoured fashion over usefulness when picking your attire for tonight but you hadn’t anticipated just how chilly it would become. Darn, now you were really regretting having fled from your seat. You still couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, thinking a ghost had touched you.

As you continued to walk out, you payed little to no mind to the people around you, choosing instead to look at all the varying banners of the band, eyes drawn to an upclose shot of Papa Emeritus IV’s face. Beautiful was the first word that came to mind-

A figure appeared to your right, startling you from your inner thoughts.

“Oh Jesus Christ!” You cried out, moving away quickly from whoever had just snuck up beside you like a stalker if the night. Whoever it was had a deep laugh, laughing out as you tried to adjust your eyesight and see who it was that had scared you.

“Wrong, sweetcheeks. Pardon me for scaring you.” They replied back, sounding entirely too amused to actually be sorry. They remained where they were, half in the shadows and half under the moon’s light.

“Y-yeah, no worries.” The words easily rolled off your tongue, deciding that no, no matter how stupidly horny you felt, you would be returning to your seat instead of lingering outside like this. Atleast inside you would be warm.

“They are playing inside, you know.” The man said, a gloved thumb pointing back to the banner you had been staring at moments ago. Ah- The man was most likely a guard of the venue, thinking perhaps you were a fan of the band.

“Oh, yes, thank you, I know! I actually have tickets! Here, one second.” You searched your person for them, finding them quickly and handing them to the shadowed guard, wondering instead if the man had wanted to check that you weren’t loitering the premises.

A few seconds passed by in frozen silence, as if the stranger was confused by your actions.

“If you do not mind me asking, what are you doing out here then, when everyone is inside, listening to Papa?”

Finally, as if the universe sought to humiliate you more, the figure advanced out of the shadows and under the light, face hidden by an all-too-familiar mask. The Ghoul silently waited for your reply, not seeming too bothered by your dumbfounded stare. You had never seen a Ghoul this close before, eyes scanning the man’s costume.

“I-I had to use the bathroom and got lost.” You fibbed, knowing just how weak of a lie it was… given that you were outside, where no bathrooms were.

“Near Papa’s bus?” The Ghoul grinned, words chilling you as you finally took in where you had wandered off to. Fuck, how hadn’t you noticed how far you’d walked? Just how had you even walked this far?

“Ah- no, I hadnt even- I wasnt- I had been looking for his changing rooms-“ You hurriedly stuttered before slapping a hand to your mouth, horrified that you had just told the Ghoul what you’d been previously looking for. There went the possibility of not looking like a stalker.

“Oh, Papa’s changing room, you mean? And why is that?” You couldn’t see the man’s eyes but you could hear the amusement in his voice, it was plain to see just how much your embarrassment delighted him.

Pure humiliation clawed at your skin, so taken aback by the fact that you’d freely said such a thing that you blurted the first words to cross your mind, mortifying you further:

“I wanted to suck Papa’s dick.”

It was silent for too long of a second before the Ghoul, visibly surprised by your outburst, laughed out loud, head tilted back as he held a hand against his hip, exasperated by this little groupie’s words. He could hardly be surprised though; who wouldn’t see a man like Papa and not want to gain his attention by providing an act of sin? But honestly, to sneak into Papa’s bus and suck him off? How ridi-

Abruptly the Ghoul stopped, pointed ears catching a low sound as a violent gust of wind blew past the two of you, dissipating just as quickly as it came.

You reeled back, hands clutching at your exposed shoulders in an attempt to ward off the freezing cold wind. Looking back to the band member, you prepared yourself, ready to apologize for your foolish words… but you uttered none.

The air between the both of you somehow felt different, as if the Ghoul now regarded you with.. understanding, instead of continuing to laugh at you. Perhaps even a hint of regret. He remained there, silently watching you long enough for anxiety to pin prick at your brain-

“Forgive me for my rudeness, I did not know that- Uh, that can be arranged.”

You couldn’t help but feel as though the Ghoul had mistaken you for someone else, the sudden change of power destabilizing you. You could only assume it was out of pity that he was now playing along with your confession, most likely feeling bad for having laughed so hard.. right? Of course, he was probably bored out of his mind, guarding the buses like this in the cold.

Your confused silence seemed to unnerve him, a dark bisected tongue peaking out from between his lips. Just how far into this whole ‘ghoul’ bit did they go?

“Y-You may go inside and wait, Im sure it must be cold for a human like you.” He hurriedly commented as if a lightbulb had lit within his mind, turning to unlock the bus door before moving away. Wow, ‘human’? He was really sticking to the bit.

Words meant to decline said offer had barely begun to leave your lips before the Ghoul tensed, hand flying to what you could only assume was his earpiece. Faintly could you hear the crackle of words from the device, silence surrounding the both of you as his focus remained entirely on the conversation being had.

A few more moments passed until he exhaled, hand retreating back to his side, a bizarre air of comprehension surrounding him.

“Is everything alright?” You decided to ask, wondering if perhaps he had just realized that no, you weren’t the big important person he had thought you to be.

“I must go, something has happened. But please, do not hesitate to go sit inside, He will not be happy with me if He thought I left you outside.” He quickly spoke, and with all of the gentleness in the world, the costumed man pushed you softly towards to opened bus door, flashing you a thumbs up before running towards the building.

Another cold breeze was all that it took to convince you to accept the Ghouls offer, stepping within the beautiful tour bus. Gosh, you’d never seen such a thing in person, eyes trailing over the beautiful interior. You’d almost forgotten who’s bus this was, heart palpitating out of your chest as you silently took in each and every intricacy that made this living space Papa Emeritus IV’s place.

Books were strewn left and right, as if they had falling from whatever stack he had placed them in, papers littering the floor around them. No… he had been working, you remarked, eyes gliding over to the small table, a grin rising to your lips at the sight of an opened inkwell and quill. Of course he was the type of man to use quills and ink, you thought, laughing. Carefully you bent over, fingers brushing softly against a book before picking it up, putting yourself to work to atleast try and repay the kindness of letting you remain here in the heat as you waited for the ghoul’s return.

You paused midway, eyes flittering back towards the closed tour bus door. Wait… had the ghoul really just left you with the job of watching their lead singer’s bus?!

As if this whole situation was not bizarre enough already, you were hardly surprised as you watched the bus’s electricity suddenly shut off, leaving you in almost complete darkness except for what little amount of artificial light of the venue streamed in before also watching that last source of light disappear.

Fuck, why had you fled your seat?

.

..

.

Copia knew that accidents on stage were inevitable, it was to be expected that not everything could always go right. But something such as this? For the whole entire venue to lose electricity? If he were a lesser man, he would blame it on the weather, perhaps even a power outage, but what of the fact that none of the venue’s backup generators worked either?

A feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on crawled up along his spine, chilling him as if something were trying to gain his attention, something-

“Papa, are you alright?” Came Sodo’s calm voice to his left, the sound of loud chatter within the venue almost drowning him out.

“Sí sí, I am alright. Is everyone okay?” He still asked, despite now being able to make out each of his Ghouls forms thanks to various cellphone lights illuminating the area.

“Yes, everyone is okay, the electricity seems to have only gone out.” The Ghoul replied before moving away towards the front of the stage with the other Ghouls, attempting to help placate the crowd of uneasy people. Ah, he should be doing that as well, maybe a joke or two could-

“Papa!” A frantic voice called over the noise, disrupting said man’s thoughts.

He turned, eyes falling onto the Ghoul in charge of guarding the buses, noticing how visibly emotional the creature was. It had never been abnormal for creatures of Lucifer to learn human emotions; infact, it was quite common for them to adopt such things, adapting to the world around them like sponges. Some succeeded more than others of course, some never truly understanding what certain emotions felt like, mimicking them instead to the best of their abilities. Humming absentmindedly, he nodded, preparing to ask what was wrong before being cut off.

“There is someone that wants to talk to you outside, it’s important!” The Ghoul panted, breathing as if it had just run the whole way here to inform him.

“Ah, it is one of the venue people?” The dissimilar eyed man asked, not knowing who else it would be at a time like this, wondering if perhaps they had an update on what was going. Perhaps it had truly been the weather-

“No Papa, more important than that!” Came the urgent and loud reply of the Ghoul, attracting the attention of the other Ghouls surrounding them. All could see it almost vibrating were it stood, eyes wild under its mask.

Copia felt shocked at it’s words; what could be more important than the stalled Ritual and Ritual-goers? Doubt at the Ghoul’s words settled within the lead singer’s breast, mind reeling for an answer. Too many times had he found himself to be the target of said Ghoul’s pranks in the past, so much so that the Ghoul had permanently been placed on Bus Guarding duty until the end of the tour. Was this simply another prank, timed at the worst of moments?

Hesitation flared within Copia, mismatched eyes turning back to the multiple technicians attempting to turn everything back on- No, that was right, he had a duty to perform as Papa, he had to calm the crowd-

A cold hand settled itself upon his bare skin, pressing lightly before roughly pushing him forward, shocking him silent, thoughts evaporating as he turned to confront whoever- there was no one, the space that he had occupied only seconds ago was empty.

Heavy static filled Copia’s ears, eyes flittering left and right as he tried to understand how such a thing could be possible. He was wearing a coat and a top underneath it, how had he felt- how could such a thing-

Realization settled within him like a stone sinking into the sea, the sounds of the crowd around them entirely fading away. No, it couldn’t be what he thought it was. That would be.. No, such an act would be unparalleled- wouldn’t it?

Heart frantically beating, he knew what he must do: no matter what doubt remained within him, Copia knew he had to go, knew he had to atleast go see, desperation building within him. Yes, he had to confirm it wasn’t a prank and was truly-

Part 2

[anarchyincarnate]

#YAN!SAGAU?

I don't know if this counts as SAGAU but I digress...I got bored, so have this little fic...

Divine Punishment

Cw; mentions Bodily harm, Yandere!Themes, Religious themes!, Yandere! Characters, slight Dehumanization, Reader being an actual Deity, And Death off-screen.

GN! Reader x Archons!

Reading discretion is advised!

You were merely a faux god in your own eyes, but they beg to differ. This was never explained, yet there was lore about a Deity? The one above all? And you fit the bill? You certainly think no at first, you were merely a mortal, a human. You couldn't possibly be this Deity they speak so highly of... But the longer you're here, it seems that it was true...

You thought you were hallucinating when you saw how your body change it's form to what you so desired. With nails blood red, a mark that formed on your back, symbolic of the true angels from Religious texts you've read back home.

You saw your eyes change. your sclera turning red, and your irises turning white. Fangs protrude from your upper teeth, along with your serpent like tongue.

This horrified you to no end, you refused to see others in this form, Locking yourself away from all, for nearly two months. After a brief consultation and comfort from them, were you finally embrace your appearance.

Ei brought you Inazuman style clothing, due to you taking a liking to them before you were here. The clothing you wear didn't cover your chest fully, resulting in tiddy windows. She noted that you requested clothing similar to Yoimiya's in neutral colours, to which she begrudgingly obliged.

Venti hand made you custom pins, in the shape of Cecilias, that now adorn your gorgeous hair. He said that you only deserve the best items, and vendors can be deceitful at times.

Zhongli meanwhile, he gives you jewelry, hand picked from the best Merchants, courtesy of Ningguang. Gloves made from the finest silk, Necklaces that hold a rare jewel, even makeup was the highest quality money can buy.

You began to adjust into your new life, reveling in the bright smiles, and joy they brought you. You were aware they have some... questionable tendencies, but you casted it aside knowing well that they did it for you.

Your moral judgement was slightly skewed, both due to your childhood, and now the sheer amount of love and adoration you got from them all. You slowly possess a god complex, I mean who wouldn't?, when even celestia bows to you.

It was a typical day, you finished painting a portrait of Jean, who had been working endlessly to please you. You had made many portraits of your dear Acolytes, it was your profession back home after all. Similar to the Archons, You were able to hear what others say about you if your name was called. The Divine one.

The winds carried the people's words to Venti's ears. He was strumming his lyre infront of His statue. The beautiful melody rings into one's ears, giving them a sense of peace.

"I don't think the Divine one is so special, I mean, a Deity overseeing all of teyvat? Yeah right..."

Venti's finger stopped strumming. It became silent when he heard someone disregard your existence.

"if the Deity was real, why haven't they heard my prayers for knowledge, then?"

The grip on his lyre tightened.

"Such a useless God, to think they deserve our worship when they haven't done anything worthy..."

Okay, now Venti's pissed. To think that heathen had the audacity to not only disprove your existence, they had the nerve to call you useless all because you had better things to do than answer their selfish prayer?

He kept a friendly face Infront of the crowd, knowing well that person won't be unpunished for her blasphemy towards you later.

in the Nation of liyue, Zhongli was sipping tea at a local vendor. It was during the evening, so some have already started to drink liquor. His eyes focus on a pair of laughing figures. Getting up to pay for his tea time, he walked past the gentlemen, and he caught their conversation.

"I heard that the Divine one was the culprit behind Rex lapis's murder. If that is true, then they have no right as a 'loving' Deity."

"Yeah, I mean, Placing Liyue under recession now that mora is scarce, Rex lapis can no longer make mora, it sounds cruel doesn't it?"

Oh how Zhongli wanted to bash their faces in for their ignorance. But, he remembered your words,

"Punishments are not of yours to carry out for blasphemy against me. Their my duty, You have no right to hurt those who are ignorant, just leave it to me."

And Zhongli was more then happy to assist you if you desire it.

Ei was more reserved out of the three. She doesn't appear in public the same way the others do. She had caught wind of a certain Merchant selling calligraphy paintbrushes. She believed you would like them because of your hobby, and so, she set out to see for herself and test the quality of it.

It wasn't common to see your Archon in the streets, no? This caused some tension in the area, seeing the god they honor in the flesh. Ei payed no mind to it, asking the Merchant about it's quality.

The Merchant stated it was the best quality they've ever seen. Ei had her doubts, but the merchants claims were unrefutable, and so she bought it.

The clock striked 6 pm. You layed your head against the soft cushions of your throne's armrest, your legs dangling onto the edge of the other. You mindlessly play with your hair, while waiting for them.

"Morax, Barbatos, Ei, Bring them here."

Your voice ordered them all. They obliged, taking away those who have stained your holy name. They brought them into the temple, a temple far away from any civilization, per your request prior to this.

They forced them to kneel before you, their eyes blindfolded and mouth gagged, their hands were tied as well. Each Archon stood behind them, trapping them from trying to escape. Ei was confused as to why she was here, but it made sense to her. She merely smiled apologetically to the sight before her. She placed down the box of paintbrushes she had purchased onto a table beside your throne. You sat up and proper, eyeing the box. Your gaze focused on the three Infront of you.

"Untie them."

They nodded, reaching down and untie them roughly, Pulling the gag and Blindfold off. The force them to prostrate themselves. Their eyes held a cold merciless look.

"To think you three would kneel before me. Tell me, what do you think you have done for you to be in this position?" Your harsh voice brought them out of their trance. They looked up to see your eyes. The Divine one's eyes.

And they were disappointed.

"You." The lady flinched, "Disregard my existence as a whole all because I couldn't grant you your 'wish'?"

"and you two, blaming me for something I never planned to do? How stupid can you be?" They all collectively went silent.

"T-That's not-"

"That's not what?" Morax chirped from behind the guys. It took everything in him to not kill them Infront of you.

"I only answer prayers to those who truly need it. You can easily achieve the knowledge you desired if you simply put your heart into it."

"And you, I'm cruel? I'm cruel for letting my creation finally rest after all they've been through and done for humanity...? I'm cruel for ending their misery in the most calming way I could've done? No... I don't think I'm cruel..."

Your words hit them like a truck. They were selfish, they knew that now.

"P-Please! Forgive our ignorance! W-We promised to be better!" She sobbed, her hands shaking rapidly.

"Oh? And how will you do that?"

"W-We... I-I..."

"See? You spill out things you don't even mean to out of your filthy mouth. Your ignorance is to be Ashamed for. Your existence no longer means anything to me."

"You were blinded by your greed for knowledge, that you wanted to do the easy part instead of doing it yourself."

"And your tongue are as atrocious as your hands. You think I don't hear whenever your wives pray to me after you layed your hand upon them?"

"The only way to repent your sins is death..."

"Barbatos, Take out her eyes, make her pay for her blindness."

"Morax, Kill them in the same manner they had hurt their wives."

They bowed, "Of course, Your Grace."

You turned to Ei, "These paintbrushes are made cheaply, you've been scammed."

"Bring this information to the Tenryou commission. Let them handle it." She nods, leaving you all alone, as the other two went on their killing duty. You chuckled, "No one messes with me."

[technowoah]

Cant Handle This

Quackity's facade keeps breaking, and he tries to keep the pieces together. You're the only one who can make him show his true self

- Quackity x gen neutral reader

- this is a long one yall.

Now playing...

Can't Handle This (Kanye Rant)

Bo Burnham

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⚠︎ swearing, angst, mentions of mcyttwt, based on the song above, and ofc its not proofread

Part of my Inside Special!

Quackity sat in his chair currently streaming right now, he seemed like he was having a good time from your spot on his bed. You were currently laying on his bed after he invited you here to relax.

You two had laid in his bed just enjoying eachothers company until he got a call from Tommy saying he was ready for the lore stream which sent Alex into a frenzy. Alex sent out a quick "Im sorry" about the lateness of his stream and then quickly set everything up.

He then started to stream which left you alone on the the bed to your own devices. You were scrolling through Twitter looking at Alex's fans talk about what's happening on the stream and posting screenshots of his character and himself.

You admired him from afar as he ended the lore part of his stream, he took time to type on his phone to text you that he decided to stream longer to talk to his fans. He looked to you and you have him a nod with a smile and he gave one back.

"Hey guys! That's the end of the lore!" He exclaimed to his chat as he types at his computer setting a new background.

You continued to listen to him praise his chat for supporting him and making him be able to make those types of streams. You were always proud of Alex no matter what he did, you were always his number one supporter no matter what happened in reality or on the internet.

"So anyways! I wanted to talk to you guys! How are you all?" He smiled at his camera looking back and forth from his chat.

◇T0mm71nn1t: THE STREAM WAS SO GOOD QUACKITY

"Oh thank you! Im glad I could share this with you. It takes so much to put into these movite type streams, so I know now it is all worth it."

Quackity's pov. . .

He felt so overwhelmed, he shouldn't have began to stream again. The stress of putting everything together, plus being late to the stream made him rush into it more. He just wanted to lay back down with his lover who was enjoying watching him stream, and that's the goal he wants. His goal was to entertain, it was his job and he doesn't want to fail, he doesn't want to crack.

◇Mayatooni3: WE LOVE YOU QUACKITY

◇catiiequak: QUACKITY ITS MY BIRTHDAY CAN I GET A HAPPY BIRTHDAY??

◇yriaaolic: 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

"Happy Birthday!" He said seeing the comment pass in a second. "Happy Birthday to anyone who's Birthday it is today."

Right now it was hard. It was hard to keep up when there was always a constant demand, the constant need to be perfect, his past being brought up, and trying to one-up his content everytime. He loved this, but at the same time it had the same weight as a job.

In the back of his mind he knew the "When is Quackity streaming???" is mostly lighthearted, he never wants to leave.

"Quack are you okay? Im fine! Just thinking about how to get something to eat at 2am." He laughed lying to his fans, he wanted to stop this stream.

He kept looking over to his lover lying their head on his pillow scrolling through their phone and alternating their vision from him and their phone. He always caught a glimpse of their small smile everytime he looked. He was doing something right.

"Do yall think Taco Bell is open? The only problem I have is that Im fucking starving."

He paused for a moment taking a deep breath trying to keep his emotions down. The stress was getting to him, and he fucking knew it, but he didnt stop. He was going to get burnt out eventually and stop streaming and YouTube all together, but he needed this. He needed a break, he needed to take time for himself and stop putting on a happy face when he isnt.

TTS ◇pulixsaxe: "Did you see what was happening on Twitter quackity?"

"Wait what's happening on Twitter?" He asked with a weary laugh.

I can sit here and pretend like my biggest problems are

Pringle cans, and burritos

The truth is, my biggest problem's you,

Your eyes widened as he mentioned Twitter. Truth be told he was trending because of his stream, yes, but also they brung up stuff from his past again in the wake of another content creator's past or present being brought up. You hadn't paid attention to that, you were only getting fueled up from Twitter bringing up an issue that he already had addressed.

Tempted to speak and tell him its fine, he already spoke up before you.

"I bet it's fine! I dont wanna... I don't need to look." He said with a smile. He always had that smile on.

Either it was a full smile or a half smile. It never left his face and it comforted you somehow. Maybe it was that you were his significant other, but you always wondered if anyone saw the same things as you. The things like his smile that never left his face.

"Yeah! I dont need to look at that." He waved his hand dismissing the comment away. He then sighed letting his shoulders relax as you saw his smile fade and his eyes close for a second and immediately put that small smile back on his face while his eyes were glossy, but bright.

He needed to end this stream soon. You saw his face fall then in a split second come back to life except his eyes were glossy with tears. You wondered if anyone else noticed.

"I want to please you

But I want to stay true to myself

I want to give you the night out that you deserve"

His eyes tearful as he tried to blink them away trying to not make a scene.

"Sorry! Allergies ugh!" He said as he wiped his tears away claiming them as allergies.

"Are you crying? No! Im not a pussy!" He yelled at his chat in a joking manner.

He was crying and he felt weak. He felt emotionally weak, and weak as in not strong, he didn't feel strong and his lover who was sitting on his bed with a concerned look on their face always told him that it's okay to feel weak. The only meaningful thing is how you pick yourself up, they always told him, bur now he felt at rock bottom.

He wanted to give his fans "himself", the goofy, lovable, loud, quick-witted, Quackity. But then again his lover always told him to separate Quackity from Alex. He wanted to give himself to his audience, he wanted to be authentic and share himself, but he cant. Alex isn't all laughs, he is serious, calmer, and when he gets on the screen is when he lets it all out then goes back to his more calmer self. That's not what they want.

"But I want to say what I think

And not care what you think about it"

Giving himself meant dialing back, he wants to tell how hes actually feeling, he wants to say what he thinks about Twitter, what he thinks about certain friends, about his fanbase, and then leave it alone. He wanted to delete social media and then speak his mind without knowing what anyone is saying about it. It was paradise to him, but of course it cant be that way and that's what he hates. He feels like a actor when he really wants to be himself.

"A part of me loves you,"

Alex loved his fanbase, he had such a supportive fanbase that loved his content. Some of them did atleast he didn't fully know, but they gave him the courage to do this time and time again knowing that his content is at least taking them from the harsh reality of real life for a few minutes or hours. This was the reason he did this, for them.

Alex would never admit this but they boosted his ego too, it would for anyone. The fact that there were people who wanted and enjoyed content from him made him feel good about himself.

"part of me hates you"

He hated the contant criticisms, he hates that they feed his ego so much that it makes him want to stream more to feel good about himself and to make people get away for awhile. Alex knew inside of his heart he couldn't truly hate his fanbase, they gave him everything he ever wanted. He hates them for that and that's such a scary thing. He never fails to wonder if he did the things to deserve all the love and hate he gets.

"Part of me needs you,"

They feed his ego, they make him want to go above and beyond. Alex knows that his fanbase is the reason he is here in this chair infront of three expensive monitors. He knows that this is some sort of a job that he needed. He needed the push to keep going and that was them, it was the 200k people watching his stream watching him answer questions about him and

"part of me fears you"

He was fearful of loosing himself to them. Loosing his authenticity to them was something he feared. He didnt want his funny, loud persona to consume him and make him forget about Alex instead of Quackity. He fears what they think as well, he claims he doesnt care, but he does he wants to please them. It feels like two parts of his brain fighting about if he should care or not.

"And I don't think that I can handle this right now"

The text-to-speech bot continued to speak out people's comments that theu paid for while he sat there quietly. He bit his bottom lip trying to not break down infront of everyone he needed to be strong. He needed to be strong.

If he looked up at the camera everyone would see his tears, they would see him breaking.

He played it off as he brough his shirt up to wipe the tears away, claiming it as sweat.

"Im good! Im sorry I spaced out for a second." He shook his head.

He saw you look at him with that same concerned look on your face. As he switched his gaze between you and his computer, he felt his tears come back again.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"Alex." You tried to get his attention.

"Yeah guys Im fine!"

"Alex"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I have plans later for another lore stream, so Ill start doing that later tonight."

"ALEX!" You yelled and his head turned around to face you.

"What?" He laughed, biting his lip again.

You couldn't stop him doing this, you could try to course him into going to bed, but right now you couldn't find the words. You just stared at him while he looked at you with a somber smile trying to tell you that he was okay.

He felt his mind telling himself that he need to rest. He wouldnt allow himself to and thats why he was breaking down.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

Alex was blinking rapidly trying to keep his breathing and tears at bay while he answered his fans.

"My allergies are fine! And I drank water today."

◇moonchild21: WE LOVE YOU

◇sopusand: Why do you look like that?

◇wuackityoo: are you crying??

"Crying is for the weak! I am a strong manly man! Im crying cause I noticed how alpha I am!" He tried to play it off as a "Im a man" joke but you could see right through it.

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

"I don't think that I can handle this right-"

You had sent a quick text to Alex which told him to end the stream for his own mental health, but he left the message unread. He began sniffing and the wiping his eyes again. It was a wreck and you couldn't seem to stop it without literally dragging him out of his chair.

Meanwhile the screens were getting to Alex. Alex's eyes were getting tired of the bright screens and the rapid messages that popped up on the screen overwhelmed him for what it seemed like the first time ever in his strraming career. He wanted to give them the fun night they deserved and wanted, but he knows it's getting hard to. He dosent know how long he can keep this up.

As Alex kept joking around about his eyes and physical state the chat was filled with "LMAO" and "HAHAHA" which fuled him more and then at the same time makes him want to stop.

Look at them, they're just staring at me, like

"Come and watch the skinny kid with a

Steadily declining mental health, and laugh as he attempts

To give you what he cannot give himself"

He cannot give himself the luxury of happiness. As he went on with his career it became more and more like a chore, there was mostly down days and of course there were up days, but recently Alex gave his fans the happiness and laughes they wanted while when he turned off the camera he couldn't replicate that same energy as he had before.

It messed him up, he felt himself become separated from his streaming. He wasn't being himself anymore he was being Quackity and that became more apparent as the days passed. He wanted to be himself on camera and at first thats what he thought he was doing. He was himself then it turned into a persona.

Alex wasn't okay and he he needed to take a break from the internet for a while, but he tries to act like he dosent have a dilemma going on inside of his head everytime he sits in this seat. Its for the fans.

"Think that I can handle this right-

I don't think that I can handle this right-

They don't even know the half of this right-

They don't even know the half of it"

"Alex you need to end the stream. Please?"

He looked towards you again where you moved your position from the middle of the bed to sitting up on the end of the bed.

"Ive told you millions of times." He paused for a moment looking down at his lap before looking back up to you. "Im-Im okay." He nodded trying to convince you.

"But I know I'm not a doctor, I'm a pussy, I put on a silly show

I should probably just shut up and do my job, so here I go"

"Cant you belive them!" He laughed to his camera. You scoffed at his comment but still kept an eye on him as he talked.

You didnt need to baby him at all, but right now you were worried about your lover.

Alex continued talking and talking, which you drowned out. You were focused on his face and how he faltered time to time just showing a small frown.

He laughed and showed them a good time even though he was hurting. He kept going and going and you were convinced he was going to hold out until you heard him sniff multiple times while trying to make a joke about the new Minecraft update and how the glow squid has no use.

"Stupid ass squid! Why- why? Its no use expect for glowing ink. Who voted for that!?"

You can tell them anything if you just make it funny, make it rhyme

And if they still don't understand you, then you run it one more time

"Dumbass squid!" He pulled up a picture if the squid as he yelled at it.

You began to worry even more as you saw tears running down his face. He quickly tried to wipe them away, but he knew everyone saw.

Handle this right

You don't even know the half of this right now

Right now (Haa!)

Now

Handle this right

I'll handle this right, I handle this right now

Alex leaned back in his seat and had a blank stare towards the monitor. Looked down for a second and then you heard sobbing coming from his spot. Alex had his head in his hands and was crying harshly into them.

He had finally broken, he couldn't stop the tears from coming and the loud sobs that came from his mouth. He was trying to desperately breathe in to be able to sob, but ended up hiccuping while doing so.

Your eyes widened as you rushed to him resting your hand on his knees and you kneeling infront of him.

"I cant do fu-fucking anything!" He yelled into his hands.

"Hey! I know. Its okay." You tried to console him.

"Its not I try so hard! And I-"

You cut him off. "You are a hard worker Alex and you deserve a week or two off. Take care of you self babe." You stood up bringing his hand with you and trying to make him stand up. He followed your movements and stood up with you putting his head on your shoulder crying into it.

"I just ca-cant right now!"

"You dont have to do anything right now babe."

"Im sorry!" Alex sobbed.

"Dont be." You said bluntly trying to get your lover to calm down.

You rubbed his back soothingly as he sniffled into your shoulder. "Im sorry for ruining your shirt." He tried to laugh through his tears.

"Dont be sorry! Please. You just need rest okay?" You kissed his forehead and he nodded in response.

Alex raised his head up an started to pepper kisses all over your face as you laughed. He gave you one last peck on the lips as he walked away to quickly change into night clothes. You smiled as he laid underneath the covers and continued to softly cry into his sheets. At least he was in bed and not makijg himself even worse.

He couldn't stop the tears from flowing, it was like a flood that could only be stopped with time. He felt like a boulder was lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced with smaller rocks. The smaller rocks was the guilt he held. He felt guilty of making his lover worry about him, he didnt want you to worry.

You rushed over to his desk and turned off the stream and his computers not even bothering to give them a goodnight or goodbye. After the computer lights were turned off it was quite dark in the room except for small light.

Finally you were where you wanted to be all day, in bed with Alex. But this wasnt the predicament you wanted.

"Forgive me. I just cant do shit right can I?" His eyes were still full of tears and he was getting tired.

"Alex dont listen to anyone but yourself." You tried to console him.

"That's what I'm telling myself."

Silence filled the room as you looked at him through tearful eyes of your own.

"Alex, you're so amazing and I cant even tell you how much I appreciate you, and how much you change my life. You do so much shit right its scary sometimes. Some days I think you're perfect, but there's-"

"There's no such thing as perfect." Alex finished your sentence.

"Exactly! Even the best people have their downfalls, they just dont show it. And Alex I know you struggle with that! All I can say is that I love you for you." You finished.

"Can I talk to you about my dilemmas?" He tried to laugh again.

"Tomorrow we can talk. We both need the rest." You said to him as he closed his eyes and nodded in response. He gave you a kiss on you lips before laying back down to sleep.

"Thank you."

"Thank you

Good night

I hope you're happy"

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[hearmeoutno]

The embrace of a monster - a steddie oneshot

Originally posted by me on wattpad

Summary: even in the upside down, the moon shines bright. And there lays a figure, blinded by the light (see the rhyme I did there? I'm so fucking proud of myself for that)

What to expect: Kas!Eddie (i don't know what the ! Is for but everyone does it so idk), steddie ofc, mourning, depressive thoughts, comfort, first kiss, regular angst shit

A/N: i really need some good ass kas!Eddie because I am still crying over here

I watched a yt video in the whole kas lore, so here's my notes that I'll be following if you want to be up to date. I got this info from "Jorphdan" on YouTube

Also, its my bday today woop woop!

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It's dead silent. No noise apart from the slight hum coming from an X formed by portals.

There he lies. A body drained of life, surrounded by its killers. Left by its friends. Yet, not left by its courage. It takes a great amount of strength to give your life for a town that wants to take it.

His body lifts up from the ground, floating about 2 meters above it and moving towards the burning house in this strange dimension.

The body arrives in the attic, dropping down while kneeling as the life slowly creeps back into it. With a loud gasp it's eyes open, wanting to move yet this invisible force is keeping it in its place.

"Edward"

A coarse voice echo's throughout the building, a figure floating with tentacles attached to it's back is infront of him. The force snaps Eddie's head up quickly, forcing him to look at the being called Vecna Infront of him.

"Y- You fucker let me- let me go!"

Eddie's talking is interrupted by chocked back sobs, spitting of blood and groans of pain. His side's are burning, his head is throbbing and his throat is raw from screaming.

"I promise great things, Edward. I recruite you as my lieutenant as I plan my next attack. You are to keep peace and listen to my commands. You will be rewarded handsomely with another chance at life."

All Eddie thinks of is his life in Hawkins. The people he left without any goodbye. Even though it's absolute shit, nothing sounds worse than death. Taking a deep breath, he makes his decision.

"Alright, I'll be your fucking lieutenant. Do whatever you want and all that bullshit."

Although Vecna barely has any facial features left, he smiles -almost smirks- at his response. He summons a sword, holding it towards Eddie as the force around him weakens and eventually fades away.

"Take this blade, Edward. Accepting my offer will give you the great gift of life under my leadership. You will achieve greatness in your role."

Eddie struggles to reach for the blade, the wounds slowing him down. Yet, he manages to grasp the hilt of the sword. He feels his pain going away, his skin restoring by itself. As an armor grow over his body, he stands up. He feels almost like a god, wielding a sword that is more powerful than it seems

"I will not disappoint, Vecna."

Why was he being so respectful to someone who killed innocent teenagers? It's this or nothing, plus, just because he says it doesn't mean it has to be true.

After saying his goodbye, he leaves the house. The fire seemingly having doused itself. He returns to his trailer, seeing the swarm of bats still decorating the ground around it. Sighing, he enters a trailer that isn't split in half. Why did they just leave his body? Did they know Vecna would recruit him? They couldn't have know, right? Well at least he's alive now, somewhat.

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩, 𝔈𝔡𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔡."

Eddie hears a faint whisper, yet there is no one around. He checks the trailer for any type of radio or television, nothing is recieving any signal. There's a glow emitting from the sword as the whisper returns.

"𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔄𝔢𝔠𝔫𝔞, 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥 𝔥𝔦𝔪. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯."

What the fu- is the sword talking to him? It must be, as the glow goes away with the whisper. What does he have to loose? Definitely not his life.

"Alright, sword. Guess we'll go cut some tentacle meat."

With a determent look in his face, his chest puffed and sword drawn, he marched through the woods towards the house. He pushes open the door, stomping up the stairs.

Eddie is faced with Vecna, like he knew what Eddie was planning on doing without needing a word of explanation.

"I wouldn't if I were you, Edward. You are merely a dust particle against my power. You're making a mistake."

Eddie stares at him, rage taking over his body as he screams while charging the being. Vecna fights back, his hand clawing at Eddie's face. The sword slices his hand clean off, it falling to the ground a writhing around.

The battle is draining, seemingly never ending. Blood is spilled and décor is broken. Yet there is always a winner in every battle.

The house shakes when Vecna falls to his knees, slowly starting to crumble down. Eddie was just able to flee the building before it no longer is there. Looking at the debris, he feels his eyelids become heavy. Also he falls to his knees, thinking this is where it ends. This is where Eddie Munson no longer is.

___

Steve is broken.

Having to act all happy and chipper around everyone drains the life from him. As he closes his front door behind him, he drops everything to collapse on his couch.

He was no longer Steve, only a shell of a person remaining. Right when he thought love was looking him right in the eyes, it slipped away before he could reach it.

As he burrows his head in the pillows decorating the couch, he lets it all out. Tears stream from his face, his wails fill the house and echo in the halls. Life really had it out for him. Ever since his first contact with the upside down, his luck went downhill.

Nothing mattered anymore, his life is nothing. Worth was nowhere to be found, love left years ago, don't even get him started on hope.

'oh, I hope it goes well.' and 'let's hope we make it' were just empty promises. He never meant any of it, he just said what everyone else would.

Just a shell of a man, a man who once loved, and a man who will never try again thanks to one loss that will forever change his life.

________

God, Eddie has to stop waking up like this. On the floor, but this time not surrounded by bats. He still held the sword in his hand, but the weight of the armor has been lost to a more light garment.

Confused, Eddie sits up quickly, grabbing at his head hoping it could easy his headache. He observes his body. His skin is pale, no blemish to be seen. His hands, they were bonier with slight claws at every finger tip. A cloth garment was surrounding his body, a cape decorating his back. The colour palette was red, black with golden accents, it looked way to rich to surround his body.

(This is what I based it off, taken from the forgotten realms wiki aka d&d wiki, btw this isn't what Kas the Destroyer looks like)

Grabbing his sword, he stands up, finding a scabbard to slide his sword in. He finds himself still standing near the disintegrated house, so he figures he'll just find a good hidden place to climb through the portal.

Walking through the woods, he does what he always did which is run his tounge over his thee-

"Ow! What the fuck?!"

Something... Something pricked his tounge! As he hands fly up to run over his teeth, he feels a pointed tip on his canine teeth.

He's a goddamn vampire.

That explains the claws, the skin and the teeth! But why? Oh fuck why! Eddie fucking Munson is a vampire!

Not even caring about the odd garment, he runs deep into the woods, and after a few seconds of contemplating, he enters the portal.

As he gets ricocheted into his known dimension, he lays in the moonlight for a few seconds. As he slowly gets up, his senses heighten after being too excited to actually focus on himself. He can smell blood from miles away, hear the tiniest bug crawling and his vision is impeccable.

Aside from the overstimulation, he keeps walking through the woods. His first stop will be Steve's house. God, would he love to see Steve right now.

But... What would Steve think of him? What, what if he sees him as a monster? Would he run from Eddie?

No. It's Steve. Steve wouldn't run from Eddie. Because Eddie loves Steve, and Steve probably loves Eddie. Nothing should turn out bad. Ever. Not between Steve and Eddie.

Finally, after walking for what felt like hours, he reaches Steve's house. It's late, so he'll probably be in bed. Should he knock? Or ring the doorbell? He should probably ring the doorbell, he'll definitely hear it. How would Steve know it's him though? Oh, wait. I know.

Ring ring ring. Riiing riiing riiing. Ring ring ring.

S O S, he'll remember. He has to.

Meanwhile Steve shoots away, startled by the doorbell. Why is it ringing this much? All Steve heard was 3 long and 3 short rings.

Lucky for him, whoever is dumb enough to go door to door with whatever, rings the doorbell again.

Ring ring ring

S. Huh, wier-

Riiing riiing riiing

O? Is tha-

Ring ring ring

S, SOS, wait. All thoughts of Eddie in the upside down flash before his eyes, making him sprint towards the door. He violently swings open the door and jumps back, falling to the floor at the sight.

It was Eddie, or was it? His cheeckbones were more defined, his jaw was sharper and his eyes glowed red. His hands had claws and he was wearing some wierd robe with a cape. What the fuck?

"E... Eddie? Wha- no! You're dead! You're not real you're dead!"

As tears well up in his eyes he slowly crawls back a meter or two on the floor, away from whatever was infront of him.

Eddie comes in and closed the door, kneeling down next to him as his sword clanks against the floor. He slowly grabs his hand, amazed as the claws slowly soften into simple almond shaped nails.

"I don't know what happened Steve, but I'm real. I'm here. I'm alive."

He pulls Steve's hand to his chest, giving it a soft kiss. Steve sits up, looking at Eddie with big, watery eyes.

"I... Wh..."

Giving up on his words, Steve slowly inches his face towards Eddie's, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before dropping his head on his chest as tears erupt from his eyes again. Eddie lifts his hand to Steve's head, running his hand through his hair as he holds Steve close.

Even if Eddie's skin is cold, Steve can't help but feel warm and safe in his grasp. Who knew a shell of a man just needed the embrace of a monster.

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Slays in 4 hours of writing, also I'm rlly happy with the response the last chapter got so I mean knock yourself out with this one. Hope y'all had fun and stan Kas-Eddie as much as I do

Byeeeeeeeeee

[trickstercaptain]

As an absolute pirate nerd myself, sometimes I think I’m thinking too much into the books and movies 😅 but unfortunately potc is a franchise with so much potential while being very underrated. One of the hard things about it is connecting the books and movies (the reason I wish they were written after all the movies). The only way for fans to make sense of things, as you said, is connect the events we like with headcanons and ignore the rest.

for example, I myself found the idea of Jack serving on Captain Morgan’s ship (tho not the Wicked Wench) a good idea after reading tLoTBC and realizing how similar they are. (Again, of course, with ignoring many things about him in the same books)

I headcanon him joining Morgan after Teague let him go on his own journey in the YJS books (in his 17) and joined Teague’s crew after Morgan’s death.

and I find it interesting to think the Misty Lady sunk in the battle with Salazar and only Teague himself and some of his crew survived by the help of Morgan’s crew. Like, imagine the angst when Jack sees the Lady sinking infront of his eyes and worrying if Teague is dead. If we assume he was hurt badly (despite looking quite fine in the movie) it would explain why he wouldn’t take control. And Morgan hated Grandmama and her family (except Jack, in my headcanon, because he wasn’t anything like them) so I don’t think he or his crew would listen to Teague or respect him enough as anything more than him being the Keeper of the Code to listen to him, especially in such a battle and with their Captain in the verge of death.

(I am soooo sorry for bothering you. It’s just really hard to have discussions about this fandom with anyone who’s not only a big fan but knows all the lore like you!)

noooo anon you are not bothering me at all! I love all of these theories of yours and I totally agree. I feel like POTC has been so mistreated as a franchise by the house of mouse. if you look at the two “big” live action franchises that are under the Disney umbrella, Ma/rvel and St/ar W/ars, for all that you could argue now that they’re totally oversaturated and Disney needs to chill tf out about making more, unlike with POTC the directors/writers have been allowed to do different things and explore different genres and types of film and media with them. 

with POTC, we have the original trilogy which, particularly with DMC and AWE, involved some really original and genius worldbuilding that a franchise based off of a theme park ride had no real right to have. but instead of running with that after AWE came out ( there were so many spin off opportunities! although this was before the MCU really took off and coined what we now know of as a cinematic universe ), we instead ended up with two follow up movies that ultimately still follow that classic POTC plot: the characters team up ( or not ) to find a magical macguffin. a lot of the books are also guilty of this, even The Price of Freedom which is arguably the best spin-off thing we’ve ever received in this fandom. deviation from the formula is not this franchise’s strong point lmao, but it could have been --- anyone remember Wedlocked? they made a short film during the production of AWE all about Giselle and Scarlett that links to both the films and the ride ( although it’s admittedly outdated now that they’ve modernised the ride ). even the recent Sea of Thieves tie-in with POTC has some great storytelling in it and it’s clear the game developers had so much love and respect for the franchise when making it.

part of the issue is of course Jack gaining main character syndrome. the trilogy also has a great ensemble cast that complemented his character and is often forgotten about when people make sweeping statements about these movies, but in making the franchise all about Jack when they did, the franchise now lives or dies by his involvement ( meaning that as it stands, the franchise is currently dead in a ditch somewhere ). but it didn’t have to be that way, if only Disney had taken a few more risks with the franchise following AWE, similar to the ones they made during the production of CotBP that turned it into a multi-million dollar franchise in the first place

[jinkicake]

Trying to pull for my counterfeit joestar and he’s just not acting right😔 BUT YOU ARE SO RIGHT BUTING THAT STAR WOULD MAKE HIM BLUE SCREEN AND THEN ABSOLUTELY DESTROY YOU😩 I was just reading a thing about his clone fucking everywhere he can, like imagine albedo just muttering away at his desk and you come to bring him food bc fucking remember to eat and not overwork yourself 🙄 and he’s like “ that you I appreciate it, by the way can you help me with something?” And it’s him testing new potions on you😔 like if your the traveler he will be constantly dragging you into your teapot bc he can fuck you as loud as he wants there👀 I feel like he has a nice dick idk he was scientifically made to be perfect so his dick gotta be the same nice length with a good girth that makes you stare in shock like “ this mf was just hiding that??” I do adore unhinged possessive albedo who will fuck you in-front of his clone to show that your his and into he can fuck you like this…. BUT IM FOR THE STREETS SO IM PLACEING MYSELF INTO HIS AND KAEYA’S CAPABLE HANDS🥰 like they’re so mean bc kaeya likes to tease you and albedo is like how can He make you unravel the fastest. Like kaeya telling bc you how good you are and how well your taking him and albedo using his mouth to absolutely break you and he is gunna stare you dead in the eyes the whole time he sucks at eye contact any other time but when he’s fucking you he wants to see evey face you make. This mf the type to a look at you and slide it in slow

“ your doing so well for me love,just keep taking it for me.”

Like he makes people flustered on purpose bc he’s brutally honest and doesn’t get social cues so your teasing himself like “awwww you starring pretty hard, you like what you se😏” he will look you DEAD IN THE FUCKING EYE without missing a beat and be like

“ yes I do, seeing you like this makes me want to take you over that table right now and make you cum until your crying 😐”

And you’re sitting there slack jawed like,,,, hello?? And when you turn into a human tomato he’s like “??? You asked??? Is it not appropriate to talk about my desires?” DGDHDJ like he’s so open and honest you don’t need to guess what he’s thinking bc he will just say shit. Rip if you try and seduce him bc he will either not get it, get it and completely ignore you to see how far you will go, or sigh, get up from his desk and put your legs over his shoulders and just keep going until your begging him to slow down trying to grab his hands that are gripping your waist for dear life and this little shit will just smile and say” isn’t this what you asked for? You’ll take everything I have to give you” like possibly a breeding kink??👀just more about filling you up and watching it drip out of you. Like albedo is NASTY I can tell oh my god my chest hurts😭 he will do shit that has you covering your face bc where tf did he learn that?? Once again inviting Kaeya over to help you go dumb, like he knows Kaeya has the height so you can have a size kink as a treat🥰🥰 but since he’s not coming home I’m just gunna eat out sucrose infront of him while he’s like tied to a chair like nah you can’t get get anything bc your bad😤😤

omg how many wishes have you spent already? YOU STILL HAVE TIMEEEEEE!!!

theres just something abt albedo and his clone mmmmm,,,, hehehe like yes to fucking the clone and super yes to albedo getting jealous and hate-fucking because of his jealousy of the clone.... yeah! (that kinda reminds me of the xiaos..... kinda need to get raw dogged by both of them tbh)

DO NOTTTTT COME HERE TALKING TO ME ABOUT FUCKING KAEYA AND ALBEDO AT THE SAME TIME bc i will become the nastiest person on the planet..... there's just something about them sighhh

your albedo is so cute, i honestly never thought too much about him other than his ties to khaenriah but now im starting to understand the albedo love.... i truly am... from an albedo lore stan to an albedo love stan..... wow

nawrrrr albedo is NASTY i know he enjoys finishing inside and he literally cums buckets LMFAOOOOOO like it would be everywhere and he'd be so fascinated w it and probably would end up fingering it back into you.... you know,,,, for science~

also i knowwwww hed probs lose his mind in that chair LMAO like RIP the ties and break it.... ooooooh-

[axolot-of-ideas]

So! after 4 days of sleep deprieved editing and writing. and a computer crash! CONTENT. and if you see grammar errors, no you do not <3

block lore goes brrrrr

Bad flicked through the open tabs on his communicator, lost in thought. They've had an shortage on iron for a while and he decided to try and streamline their iron production for a bit. He had bits and pieces of what he needed and enough practice with admin magic to bridge the gap of what he needed. He ran over all the materials mentally again before a hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Hey Bad- I'm heading off-world now."

"Hmm- Oh yeah-," Bad mumbled trying to acknowledge the sheep hybrid as best he could, "Umm- is Drake heading with you?"

"Bad... Drake left yesterday-" Whisper said softly, "Are you sure you'll be okay? and when did you sleep last?-" Concern was intertwined in every word out of their lips.

"I'll be fine, Wisp- Go say hi to your friends. I can handle myself. And I'll rest after this." Bad said gesturing to the materials on the table in front of him, "I'll be fine, i promise." Sleepless lies dripped off his slurring words.

"Mkay-" Whisper said doubtfully believing him. In a flash of magic, they were gone.

<Whispered_Sleep left the world>

Bad sighed, as the tiredness hit him. When had he last slept? When was the last time he relaxed and let his body reset that wasn't a respawn?

He couldn't stop now. He couldn't be a burden. He had to be productive and contribute. Or Whisper and Drake might just leave and not find a reason to come back....

Shaking the thoughts from his head he mined down through their mineshaft until his pickaxe struck bedrock. He muttered something in a language he barely remembered as he hit the unbreakable rock.

~~

He watched entranced with the miners as they lead him down the long underground tunnels. He just turned 16, old enough to contribute to the village, so the workers have taken to showing him around their jobs. He's taken a kin to most of the jobs but building and mining have always interested him the most. With a knack to technology and magic to boot, he landed himself a jack of all trades job. He mostly wandered about the sites and helping out where needed. He loved it. He could contribute to and help the place he lived now. He wasn't a burden anymore, he was a helper. He was Of Good Idelas, helper of his town and part of the village.

~~

Bad collected the ashes from the bedrock, It pulsed with something different then normal.

Grains of Infinity, his communicator called it.

Gathering the rest of the materials was easy enough. Crafting each part and tugging against the world’s magic with his own admin magic he felt each part meld to each other.

It ached against his tired form, it twisted through unpracticed shaking hands. Steeling himself harder against the brunt of the new magic. It sparked uncomfortably, it was unlike the ones he was familiar with.

He felt a surge shoot through his body before he was blown back from the crafting table.

Bad coughed as he rolled from the bed he laid in. Ignoring the aches of the respawn and his dazed head, he raced back to where he was working.

A small crater where he once stood, a grave just as close. He picked up the finished generator at the seared crafting table, wincing at the hot newly formed metal.

The final piece of the machine he was building- He plopped it next to the sag mill and alloy smelter and slowly started connecting the power to them. Choosing to finish his job before getting his things from his grave.

He ignored the smell of burnt flesh and magic permeating the room. He ignored the thoughts swarming in his head. His memories were always harsh after he died.

~~

The young man shot awake from his floor ridden cot to the sounds of shouts. He was a soldier now. Forced to the main kingdom for a war he never agreed to. Scrambling for his uniform he tried to ignore the memories of his village pushing him into the carriage just weeks before. He was a burden to them, not helping enough anymore. They abandoned him to the rich wolves looking for fresh blood to force to war. He was never good at fighting yet here he stood a sword getting shoved into his hands.

“-ot Of Idelas!” he heard his name be called from the general, shaking him from his thoughts. He wasn’t part of his village anymore, He wasn’t a 16 year old jack of all trades the townspeople all took a liking to anymore. He was an 18 year old solider fed into battle for being useless. The people part of the castle cared not for you. They cared for the swords you could swing, the hits you could take. And the blood you could shed.

He was just a townsperson Of Idelas. Another face in a war and he was abandoned for not being enough.

~~

Bad groaned as he struggled to rewire the system again. He swore that the answer was right infront of him. But between the respawn and his shaking hands, he couldn’t manage to do it.

Raking his hand through his already messy hair, Bad stood up from his spot in front of the machines and generators. Glancing towards the window, he glared at the sun streaking towards the floor; A reminder of the time he never noticed passed. Turning towards the mess he created earlier, he jumped into the small crater and looked towards his grave.

Eyes wide and frozen to the spot, memories slammed into him like waves. His breath caught in against the silent sobs in his throat. His heartbeat grew heavier and harder in his chest, an all too real reminder of his time left.

Bad crumpled to floor.

~~

His eyes shot open as he took his first breath in months. He awoke in a small crater, a creeper explosion if the plant remains were anything to go by. He shakily pushed himself up, trying to grasp onto the remains of his dream.

He was dead. He was supposed to be dead. He knew that, through all the haze in his head, He knew for a fact he was supposed to be dead.

Looking at the small destroyed grave stone, he glanced at his name. 

“-f Bad Id-”

His name was Bad, and he was supposed to be dead. 

He walked towards an abandoned house as he gripped what remained of him.

A destroyed mask, the small purple flower that laid in front of his grave and a decaying body.

~~

Bad awoke to a small crater and a gravestone. Shakily pushing himself up, he gathered his items and began to fill in the hole. Lost in thought, Bad tried not to focus on the force of life weighing on him.

He raced through his still panicking thoughts.

His name is Bad.

He was alive.

He was in a magical world.

He had two people on this world. Drake and Wisp.

He loved them

His name was Bad.

He came from a world of stone with Drake and Wisp.

He knew magic, technology, and how to survive.

He was working on producing more iron.

His name is Bad.

He was at home.

He was alive.

He was breathing.

He is alive.

He is breathing.

He just respawned.

His name is Bad.

He couldn’t remember his past or why he named himself.

Maybe it’s because that’s all he remembers from his life. 

Maybe because that’s what he found written on his gravestone.

Maybe it’s because he only views himself as that.

Or maybe it’s because he learned what being called Bad meant in the language he once spoke, and thats all he thought of himself as.

His name was Bad and he was dead.

He is dying again.

His name was Bad

And He is Dead.

His connection to this world was fading

His name was Bad. 

And soon he would have to leave the people he loved.