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charnelhouse · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Thor Odinson x F!Reader Wordcount: 2.63K Warnings: mentions of smut. implied Bisexual!Thor. Wounds. Blood. probs improper use of Norse language. doped up!reader. major hurt/comfort. references to hair. Summary: It was probably a comical sight: Thor stomping through the circling, writhing mass of battle with you clutching at him like one of those gray, furry creatures he’d seen on Midgard. A/N: this could definitely be the same reader from be where you are, but you don't need to read it at all

It is another battle on another backwater planet. It’s not Thor’s fight, but he offers his aid regardless. He owes the Guardians and he likes to keep an eye on you.

Plus, you’d never let him live it down.

We’re saving people here! They’re being oppressed - these trolls are encroaching on their village!

We can’t save everyone, Ást Mín.

So you’re going to lie here and meditate?

Is that...wrong?

No...but I’d greatly appreciate it if you did fight...just a little...a smidge of fighting...

Why are you getting on the floor? Wait - that’s underhanded. Oh - oh -

Of course, you’d crawled on your hands and knees and taken him into your mouth and then how was he going to argue after that? You were on a mission to play at guardians of the galaxy. You were seemingly trying to rectify all the wrongs in the universe and he followed like your heavy, protective shadow.

He scans the battlefield, lips quirking when he finally spots you beheading something green with tentacles. The sight makes his chest expand - causes heat to siphon down to his cock. Gods - he should be keeping a clear head rather than planning every devastatingly lewd act he’s going to thrust upon you in his bed later.

The air swells with blood and the stench of ash. It’s a scent he has learned - one that he has become accustomed to since he was a young man and Odin had sent him on his first campaign.

He’d had his heart in it then. He’d had his head in it, as well. Arrogant and boastful and unable to have any self-awareness. He’d fought and fucked his way through the realms and now all of this felt empty.

An enormous troll crashes through the crowd, nearly barreling into him. Its yellowed eyes snag on Thor, its broken teeth dripping spit as it leers. It recognizes him, which shouldn’t be a surprise. He is still relatively famous, though now he is considered the failed king of Asgard.

Thor sighs, marching forward as he readjusts his grip on Stormbreaker. He drops down before springing upward, cape rippling behind him as he splits the troll’s skull with the blade. There’s a crunch. The troll staggers, the roar caught in its throat melts into a gurgle before finally collapsing in a heap of dust.

Easy.

This is all terribly easy and he’d rather just get back to that tiny, metal room in the ship. He’d rather go over to you right now, pick you up and carry you to his bed where he’d take out the rest of his adrenaline. They always did that after battle. They’d done it for centuries.

Where are you anyway?

He searches the field again. There’s Drax tearing a purple beast to pieces. There’s Quill shooting a fungus-coated giant insect. There’s Nebula with her expression twisted into something pissed off, but that’s nothing new.

He finally sees a flash of your hair. You’re fighting smoothly - beautifully. Loki had always said that you were the better fighter out of the three of them. More elegant. There was minimal movement as you darted and repelled hit after hit until you’d see a vulnerable opening and take it.

He leans against a rock, arms folded as he watches you.

“Thor!”

Quill appears next to him, his mask disappearing to reveal his eyes narrowed to slits. ‘Think you could stop drooling like an idiot and help?”

Thor keeps his gaze locked on you. “The battle is won,” he declares, he gestures to the battlefield with an outstretched palm. “It’s over.”

It’s true. He has fought in hundreds of different wars and he knows when one side has managed to beat the other to the point where there is a slim chance of recovery. It’s usually the side he’s on.

Except for Wakanda, but he wouldn’t think about that.

“It’s won,” he repeats for good measure, though a slight strain in his voice makes it sound more feeble than he intended.

Quill opens his mouth to protest before Thor freezes. Distracted by your opponent, you hadn’t realized that another sneaky troll was creeping up behind you. Thor yells and you turn, but it’s too late. The troll brings its club down on your head. It’s a blow that would have killed anyone who wasn’t enhanced and, while you might not be dead, it looks awful. You stumble forward, nearly falling flat on your face. Your hands tremble as you reach for your skull. There’s a slick of crimson beginning to drip down your temple. Thor inhales sharply. The troll continues to advance on you.

“Jesus Christ,” Quill gasps and it snaps Thor awake.

He takes a halting step forward - a second - a third and then he’s running - crashing through the mass of warriors - shoving people aside until he reaches you. The ground rumbles. The air begins to circulate with the ozone-bite of a storm. The clouds cluster and blacken. He’s burning blue - his body tingling - his muscles flexing beneath the onslaught of his own rage and grief and terror. He channels it all into his magic - his power that is spitting out of him and circling into a cyclone of energy around his racing form - a barrier of sorts that knocks back anyone who gets in his way.

With a spark of lightning, he turns the two opponents circling your hunched form to dust. He’s radiating with it - nearly shaking as he drops to his knees to gently turn you on your back so he can see how bad it is.

It’s bad.

There’s blood in your hair - sheeting down the front of your face. Your eyes are unfocused and he tugs you into his lap, his broad palm nearly dwarfing your cheek as he holds it.

He roars for Rocket - for anyone - because he isn’t sure what to do. He’s fought a thousand wars and he is seemingly struck dumb by the sight of you so horribly injured. You blink through the blood - your fingers quivering as you try and wipe it off.

“Thor-r?” you slur.

“Shh,” he soothes, he pushes your hair back - his thumb moving in slow circles along your jaw. “You’re alright. You’re fine.”

***

“She’s very badly concussed. Fractured skull. If we didn’t have that new Xandar equipment, I’m not sure how we would have fixed the break.” Thor grimaces as he stares down at you lying flat on the exam table. Rocket’s paws gently smooth the newly sealed flesh along your scalp, beneath your hair. “I thought you guys were immortal.”

Thor narrows his eyes, his tone cold. “She was bludgeoned in the head by a troll twice my size.”

Rocket puts his hands up defensively. “Fine - fine. I’ll give her some pain killers, but make sure she doesn’t mix anything with it.

He snorts in response and Rocket glares. “She can drink you under the table, Thor and she always does after battle. The pills by themselves will make her completely loopy as is.”

Thor crosses his arms over his chest and begrudgingly nods.

“And don’t let her sleep for a couple of hours,” Rocket continues. “Since the two of you seem to barely sleep as it is, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Despite himself, Thor’s lips curl into a smug smile at Rocket’s implication. However it disappears completely when he glances down at you. You look small - your features almost sunken. His mind is anxious - his heart still pounding recklessly in his chest. He’s lost too many people already. Losing you would be unthinkable. He wouldn't survive it.

It had been Nebula who had helped him on the field. She’d taken one look at your head, yanked a small gun out of her pocket, and shot the wound up with a yellow, medicinal-smelling foam.

“It’ll stop the bleeding,” she explained in that indifferent, hoarse voice. “Take her to the ship.”

It had stopped the bleeding, but it had also made you incredibly out of it - almost drunk. “Thor,” you crooned as you tried to climb up his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your face into his throat. He’d carried you like that. His hands under your ass as you kept your legs tangled around his waist. Your mouth soft and wet on the skin beneath his jaw as if he was carrying an infant.

“You’re fine,” he murmured as he stroked the back of your head.

“I can’t feel my face,” you replied, tugging on his earlobe.

It was probably a comical sight: Thor stomping through the circling, writhing mass of battle with you clutching at him like one of those gray, furry creatures he’d seen on Midgard. Foam and blood all over the both of them.

“We look scary,” you remarked.

“We do.”

“Did we win?”

“I think so, little queen.”

“Am I dying?”

“Please don’t say that.”

“You can have my sword if I do.”

Thor growled your name in warning. His grip on you tightened. “You won’t die and even if you did, I’d come after you and bring you back.”

***

Rocket hadn’t been joking about the painkillers. You’re off your head. He hasn’t seen you like this since a Winter Solstice party decades ago.

He’s tried to keep you in bed, but you’re writhing around - wiggling against him as you ask him absurd questions about their past.

“Do you love me?”

“Of course.”

“Did you love that barmaid you slept with after that battle on Vanaheim?”

“What? No! We weren’t even together then.”

“Yes, but I remember. I remember everything, Odinson. You were a total slut.”

“And you weren’t? I seem to recall that warrior with the wings you paraded in front of me.”

“Ugh - you scared him off.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“I might have glared a few times, but that was it...and why do you sound disappointed that he's gone hmm?"

“What about that princess with the pink hair?”

“She wasn’t you. No one was you.”

“Aw - that’s sweet.”

The conversation had then taken a swift left turn to revolve around sex acts.

“Would you have a threesome with Nebula?”

“She scares me, but alright.”

“Val?”

“She’s not here, but obviously seeing as we already have."

“What about Quill?”

“I don’t want him inside you.”

You laugh - your hand flying to your mouth as you gawk at him. “What about inside you?”

Thor rolls his eyes. “He couldn’t handle me.”

You giggle again and it’s very endearing - especially when you crawl up his body and nuzzle your face into his beard, his cheek. He cradles the nape of your neck, careful about touching the raw, healing flesh along your scalp.

“You haven’t been sweet like this in a long time,” He lifts his brows as he stares down at you. He really can’t remember. You’ve been stressed out - spread thin. The loss of Asgard and Loki and even Thor for a while had done a number on you. It still seemed as if you didn’t quite believe that Thor had come back to himself - had found a relative sense of peace.

You lift your hand and trace your fingertip down the line of his nose before you tap him between the eyebrows. “I’m capable of it, Odinson. Just - just haven’t been fucked up in a while. Too much to do.”

He cradles you against his chest, his arm bound around your back as he drags you closer. He can feel the slow tread of your heart, your warm, inexorable breathing on his bicep. “We could stop for a while,” he suggests. “Go somewhere quiet. Stop fighting for a bit.”

You frown. “Fighting is what I know. It’s what I’m good at.”

“You’re good at quite a lot of things, my love.” He teases with a suggestive leer. You groan and slap him hard across the chest making him wince.

“Just think about it,” he murmurs before he drops his head to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “We could explore - travel - lie on one of those blue-sand beaches and fuck all day.”

You nod lazily and he squints down at you. Your lashes flutter, your eyes beginning to shut as your breathing deepens. He lightly shakes you. “You can’t fall asleep for another three hours. Rocket’s orders.”

“Torture.”

“Always so dramatic.”

“No,” you protest. “That’s Loki.”

He sighs. He’s dead, my love. He’s dead for real this time. He’s been dead for years. Sometimes he wishes you’d stop referring to him as if he’s still alive. Sometimes he wishes you would never stop bringing him up.

Thor knows that his brother has left a hole between them. It had always been you and Thor and Loki. The tangled nest of the three of them. The secrets shared. The betrayals and the genuine emotion that had made Loki’s misdeeds all the more horrific and painful. Every act had only shoved you harder into Thor’s arms, strengthening their connection and leaving his brother out to dry.

They became lovers and Loki crashed himself against it.

He strokes your skin and you curl your fingers into his soft linen tunic. “Take this off,” you demand, tugging it sharply.

“I don’t think that activity would be smart,” he pointed out. “I can ask Rocket, but I’m almost certain that’ll he say -”

“No,” you huff - tugging it harder. “I want to just feel you.”

His lips quirk at the firmness of your voice. Even injured, you’re demanding. His Little Queen. They’d never officially married and there was no kingdom left for him, but still - you were his haughty, regal woman.

“I suppose,” he grins - indulgent.

He sits up, stretching his arms behind him to lift his shirt over his head. He tosses it to the floor and when he lies back down, you’re already clambering on top of him. You seal yourself to his front, resting your cheek at the center of his chest, your legs wedged between his thighs. Every one of his deep breaths causes your head to rise and fall and he draws his finger across the side of your face before he palms it - holding you to him like a child. You love this position. You always did it when you wanted comfort from him. They'd even done it before they'd ever made love, which spoke volumes for his self-control - having a gorgeous woman lie on him for hours and not do a thing.

Let me sleep on you, Odinson. Your chest is like a pillow and the ground is too hard.

Alright - come here then.

He’d embrace you like this when you’d been sick or sad or just tired though they hadn’t done it in ages. Thor feels a burst of guilt remembering the five years between the snap and ultimately defeating Thanos. Thor had been a mess. He’d offered nothing to you - lost in his own grief and terrified that he’d lose you, as well.

Something burns behind his nose and he scratches it. His throat thickens. His tongue heavy. “Don’t,” you mumble against his bare skin - your breath tickling his nipple. He jerks, his hips shifting under your weight. He’s going to get hard. It’s inevitable with you glued to his body like this.

“Don’t what?” His voice is tight.

“Get maudlin. You’re going broody. That’s Loki’s thing.”

Loki is dead, my love.

“You’re right,” he says instead. You raise yourself up a little so that you can meet his gaze. He inhales sharply, your eyes are so bright - too bright and Thor worries that you’ve gotten a fever. He runs the back of his hand across your cheek and it’s hot, but it could just be from lying together in this tiny room. He tries to relax his heart that has begun to flutter, tries to tamp down that stinging burst of anxiety inside him. You’re fine. You’re completely fine. You smile - dazed - and lower your head back down.

“I’m gonna sleep here forever,” you drawl before curling inward to press a kiss to his abdomen - his ribs.

“Three hours,” he reminds you, his fingers nestled gently in your hair. There’s still blood in the tangle of it and that herbal-smelling foam. He’ll put you in the shower tomorrow, maybe bribe Quill to stop at the next planet where he can give you a proper bath and fuck you into an actual mattress. He needs to offer retribution - make up for the years he’d left you in the dark - in the cold.

Don’t get morose, Odinson. He hears this without you saying it. You read him too well.

“Three hours, three hours,” you echo as you snuggle deeper into his chest. ”I get it.”

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crimsonophelia · 3 years ago

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hello basil!!! i’m the anon that sent the original request of reader being a big dumb dumb and accidentally mailing their love letters to childe in liyue—i personally just wanted to tell you that i absolutely LOVED what you wrote and that i’m so happy and grateful you did my request justice. keep up the good work!!!

if you wouldn’t mind, could i request for a hurt/comfort angst with kaeya and a gn reader? the reader is a fellow knight of favonius that regularly gets dunked on by their friends for their crush on the cavalry captain—but every time their friends insist they confess to him, they joke that “sure, i’ll tell him when i die.” and then they actually nearly die.

while on a mission with kaeya, something terrible happens that seemingly pushes the reader to the brink of death. they’re in his arms and convinced they’re about to die, so with their “dying” breath, they tell kaeya that they’re in love with him before the world goes black.

but then they wake up. 👁 (you know the drill—what happens next is completely up to you!!!)

featuring: kaeya x gn!reader

warnings: good ol' angst, some descriptions of blood, lots of typos lol

published: may 27, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: hi anon!! i'm glad you liked that imagine www and thank you for sending me ideas again! you know how much i love angst and kaeya lol~ also please forgive me for making it so long, i tried to challenge my writing abilities a bit more.

You came into this mission knowing that it would be quite a bit more difficult than the ones you typically took on. You were merely a B-rank knight, working on your certification to reach A-rank status, which definitely was not an easy feat. Yet the open commission to investigate a newly-uncovered set of ruins in Dadaupa Gorge was requiring one more member of the dual-member expedition team. When you saw who had occupied the first position for the mission, you threw caution to the wind and signed your name for position two, despite the mission being ranked A-level, at the very least. The occupied position? Filled by none other than Kaeya Alberich, captain of the Knights of Favonius cavalry, S-rank soldier and swordsman, and your former mentor. Who also happened to be the man you had hopelessly fallen for.

The mission was assigned by the headquarters of the Knights, specifically for fully-trained Knights only, as the nature of the mission would be too dangerous for your run-of-the-mill adventurer team, and the Knights did not want to be held accountable for any potential casualties or injuries as a result of a mission gone wrong. You and Kaeya had been assigned to go investigate a newly-uncovered set of ruins in the Whispering Woods, supposedly already showing signs of being an Abyss rendezvous point. Apparently, the team of archaeologists who uncovered the ancient rocks from behind a thicket of trees had had many difficulties even making it back to the city of Mondstadt alive. You were frightened, no doubt about it, but you also knew that this was your chance. Your chance to prove yourself and your capability as a knight. Back in your training days before you took the certification exam to become a knight, you were Kaeya’s favorite pupil, a star student. Also possessing a Cryo vision, like the captain himself, certainly did not hurt your reputation in his eyes. Now, having taken on and excelled at countless dangerous B-rank missions, you felt confident in your ability to take on a mere A-rank mission, especially with the captain of the cavalry at your side.

You had almost forgotten about the icy presence at your side, lost in your own daydreams of ambition. After following the paths leading out of Mondstadt, weapons and supplies ready at hand, you and Kaeya had finally made it to the edge of the Whispering Woods. It was starting to get dark, even though the two of you had left reasonably early in the day. The woods seemed so much more vast when their shadows grew longer, waning by the last seams of daylight. Faint howling moaned through the leaves (”Wolves? In the Whispering Woods?”, you thought to yourself), and you felt yourself tremble in the slightest. You couldn’t tell if it was due to the fear or the overwhelmingly strong Cryo aura that Kaeya emitted.

The tall man seemed unaffected by the ominous surrounding, forever carrying himself with an unwavering assuredness. He looked onwards, into the woods, eyes darting back and forth, exhibiting the remarkable surveying skills of a seasoned knight.

“Well, [y/n]”, Kaeya turned to you, with that smug yet rather comforting voice of his. “Are you ready?”

Kaeya’s unshakeable confidence was rather spiriting, you had to admit. Nothing like traipsing into a wild forest, overrun with archons-know-what, with only your own wits and a cunning, distractingly handsome knight to guide you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose”, you replied, trying to hide the rookie anxiety from trembling your voice. Damn it, you weren’t even a rookie. You were one of the more experienced knights in the entire Knights of Favonius. You could handle this. Plus, Kaeya has your back. In all the years you had known him, Kaeya had never dropped that rogue-ish grin off of his delicate countenance--he had the face of a prince, but marred with the implications of his mysterious eyepatch (he had never told you how he had lost that eye) and the pierce of his sly smile. It made him all so painfully attractive.

You hate to recall the very first day you met him, the two of you only teenagers, barely adults grown into their own skin, yet he stood at the front of the training yard like the prolific swordsman he was, tan skin gleaming beneath the summer sun, hair tied behind his neck, sinewy muscles stretching as he maneuvered the sword in his hand like it was an extension of his own being. That day, you swore that you would become like Kaeya, that you would learn all you possibly could from him. That was also the day you had fallen hopelessly for the charismatic boy, though you were not aware of it just yet.

Trudging into the forest, you made sure to clutch the weapon at your side a little tighter, wary of any potential threats that could appear in front of you at any moment. You never know how much the Abyss mages could use their magic--they are always using the spirits of Teyvat for evil. Although you had only encountered Abyss mages a small handful of times in your past B-rank missions, you already knew how perilous an interaction with any of them could be. The last time you and a partner engaged with a Pyro mage, you left the site with severe magic burns to your side, which took at least three months to fully heal. Looking at Kaeya, he appeared to be as relaxed as ever, both hands loosely tucked into his pockets, his steps led by his elegant hips. The eerie silence of the woods didn’t seem to bother him at all, a comfortable void between the both of you.

“So, captain”, you begun, doing your best to break the proverbial ice a bit, trying not to let the emptiness of the whole forest get to your head. “How have you been? It’s been a while since we last took an assignment together, I believe. 3 months already, isn’t it?”

Kaeya chuckled. “Oh, drop the formalities, [y/n].” He looked at you with his singular, unobscured eye with a teasing glance. “You’ve always known me as just Kaeya, havent you?”

Blood rushed to your face, although not entirely unwelcome, due to the chilliness of the forest. You hoped that the twilight shadows could hide your red cheeks from the man beside you.

“To answer your question, I am doing exceptionally well, thank you”, he smirked. “Although, the last time I did see you was only about a month ago, at the Windblume Ball. Not sure if you remember it all though—you were rather... intoxicated, it seemed.”

Oh, archons. You didn’t know if your face could possivly get any redder from the embarassment. The Windblume Ball was a month prior, hosted by the Knights for all citizens of Mondstadt to attend, to end the Windblume Festival with a night of wine, music, and dancing. Your group of friends within the Knights convinced you to attend along with them, though they didnt quite succeed at convincing you to finally confess your attraction to the captain of the cavalry himself. You acquiesced only on the condition that you would not have to interact with Kaeya at all that night. The anxiety was simply too much and you did not want to deal with the potential situation of seeing Kaeya in formalwear and absolutely losing your mind, let alone Kaeya seeing you dancing and drinking.

“Oh, come on, [y/n]”, your friends had whined. “If you don’t tell him now, when will you ever? He most definitely finds you attractive, as well.” Chuckling, you took a sip of the wine lrovided by the Dawn Winery. You cringed at the sourness of cheap grapes. “I’ll tell him when I’m dead.” You took another sip of the wine, but over the rim of the glass, you saw the one person you were hell-bent on avoiding.

Kaeya Alberich stood across the room, talking to one of the other knights. He was dressed to the nines, in clothing you had never seen him don before. His hair was parted neatly, his long lovelock secured by a large sapphire band. His lean, upper body was covered by a three piece suit, fitted perfectly around his narrow waist, tailcoat resting neatly by his thick, carved thighs. His pants were pressed tightly, without a wrinkle, and he had brought along his usual white fur cape, giving him the sophisticated look of a king.

In awe, you spluttered in your drink as he caught your eye from across the room, clearly noticing you were staring at him. You turned the other way, seeing that your friends were making fun of your oblivious gawking, and they now excitedly pointed behind you, mouthing the words he’s coming! You tried your best to smooth down your hair and pat down your outfit, before turning back around to see that the captain was standing in front of you, face-to-face, with his hand outstretched.

He looked even more sparklingly glamorous up close, an image of old-world elegance that you never knew him capable of portraying. You suddenly felt more drunk than any cheap wine could possibly make you. Kaeya looked at you, a gleam in his eye, and asked

“May I have this dance, [y/n]?”

The rest of the night was a blur, what with your continued consumption of alcohol, convincing yourself you needed to periodically top up your liquid courage. Kaeya had asked you for a few more dances, as far as you remembered. But from what you could recall, he was just as elegant and charismatic as you had always remembered him to be. He never made you feel out of place.

It was awful that Kaeya only seemed to remember how disgustingly drunk you were, but you were thankful at least that he didn’t seem to recall the perpetual state of flusteredness you were in that night, by his mere presence beside you, and his hands guiding yours as you both danced to the upbeat music of the band.

“Archons, I assure you that I am not the unabashed drunkard I may have seemed to be that night”, you chuckled.

Kaeya let out a hearty laugh, his voice reminding you of the sounds of the bells ringing atop the Cathedral. “Of course not, my dear”, he drawled. “I’ve met many a drunkard in my day—you are far from one; I promise.”

You and Kaeya kept on your way in this manner, making pleasant small talk to fill the silence. You didn’t dare tell him for fear of seeming a coward, but hearing his voice and reminiscing with him diminished the fright you initially felt, entering the woods and taking on this assignment. Kaeya was a master conversationalist, and diplomat too, no doubt, always knowing what to say at what time. His warm remarks and playful banter took your mind off of the imminent danger of your situation, and you didn’t notice the path you were both on narrowing. The sun had already set, and the woods were doused in an eerie darkness, and as you and Kaeya approached the vicinity of the ruins, the thickets grew denser and the tree branches hung lower. Not a sound could be heard--

Until suddenly, Kaeya stepped in front of you, blocking your path with an arm outstretched. Shit. You smelled Abyss magic. How could you have possibly missed the putrid scent of sulfur before?

Kaeya’s grin had fallen. His attention was now beyond only you, as if trying to detect something he sensed nearby. Out of nowhere, a hum grew, louder, until an earblasting pop rang out in front of you and Kaeya, and in its place were three Pyro Abyss mages. Three. You could handle one, if you had a partner with you, but three?

Terror ran down your spine, knowing how difficult your Cryo vision could be against a Pyro mage. Your hand unsheathed the sword at your side with blinding speed, just like you were trained, but before you could even take a step forward, Kaeya was already charging at the mages, ice blasting forth from his swordtip, smashing up against the mages’ shields.

“Aren’t ya glad I caught that, [y/n]?” Kaeya teased, sword cutting through the air and the force fields surrounding the mages, as their strained groans pierced the night air. His movements were swift and effortless; at times his movements were so fast that it looked like he teleported from one spot to the next. This was the grace, the beauty of a true prodigy. “If I hadn’t stopped you, we would’ve been roast boar by now!”

You jumped into action, assisting Kaeya with his assaults against the mages, doing your best to dodge the onslaught of fireballs. You felt the heat of the fire magic graze your extremities more than once, counting your blessings that it was nothing critical. The way the two of you moved in unison, one complementing the other, like an avalanche of piercing ice, was a testament to the years of experience you gained in under Kaeya’s expert tutelage. One sword piercing the left, the other the right, until you both had broken down two of the Pyro mages’ shields. You had never gotten through their force fields in such rapid succession before, you thought, in awe. Swinging your sword calculatedly, whilst utilizing your vision and shooting out ice crystals, you defeated the mage, dealing a killing blow, piercing its side with your sword. You watched the creature groan out gutturally, and eventually dissipate into ash, drifting away.

Turning around, you noticed that Kaeya had already taken care of the other mage, already breaking down the final one’s shield. He dodged each blast of Pyro magic with grace and ease, not even showing any sign of fatigue.

“Hey, good work rookie!”, Kaeya teased, activating his ultimate Cryo weapon, sending a halo of ice crystals about his body, knocking into the mage’s shield with every swing.

You huffed. “I’m not a rookie”, you called back, joining him in his siege upon the last enemy. Exhaustion was quickly catching up to you, although you tried to hide it. You couldn’t let Kaeya down.

Over and over, the pair of you banged upon the force field with your swords, with more difficulty than any of the previous mages. This one was different, somewhat stronger. The grass surrounding the two of you was already lit up in flames, licking at your ankles. If you even so much as tripped, the heat would probably damage you more than a fireball could.

“Watch out, rookie”, Kaeya yelled in your directions, trying to be heard above the cackling of the mage and the raging flames, already beginning to catch onto the trees nearby. The night was filled with a reddish glow--hellish and suffocating. “I think it’s about to activate it’s ultimate.”

The cackling grew louder, as you worked yourself into a frenzy, shooting more and more ice crystals, trying to break it’s force field. Three, dragon-like heads began to emerge around where the mage floated. Fuck. The fire-breathers were out. You had only ever fought a Pyro mage that could use fire-breathers once before--that also happened to be the instance that caused you to be an invalid for several months, healing from a deep flesh burn. But Kaeya was here this time. Things would be okay, right?

You could tell Kaeya was growing panicked as well, his swings becoming a bit more hurried and erratic. You didn’t know, but he was deathly worried about you. He had no idea how experienced you were with dodging the fire-breathers, and he knew he had to make quick work of the blasted mage before things could escalate, Archons forbid you get hurt. Kaeya activated his ultimate once more, and, finally, the mage’s shield broke.

You heaved a sigh of relief, closing in on the Pyro mage. Kaeya’s strength and incredible reliability in battle did not fail to impress you, even beyond just the prowess he had demonstrated as a trainee and a mentor. You finally activated your own ultimate, summoning a boulder made of hard ice. Approaching the mage as you saw it struggle to get up off the ground, the ice in your boulder began to form, and you willed it to hurl towards the mage, intending to finish it off. Finally, you would show Kaeya your true strength, your capability. He could depend on you. Hell, you were his star student. Even if you were afraid to tell him about how he had stolen your heart, you could at least show him that the time and effort he had dedicated to you wasn’t for naught.

The seconds slowed down, as the blinding white ice made its way through the air, aimed straight at the pathetic mage, groveling in the dirt. But beyond the ice, was something even brighter, not making its way to the mage; no, it was headed straight at you. A fireball.

You felt an excruciating pain on your left side, right below your ribcage. A scream in the distance--the mage? No; it was Kaeya’s voice. The white-hot pain blinded you, as you felt your back make contact with the hard ground beneath you. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Archons, what will Kaeya think?

Vaguely willing your arm to press into your side to assess the damage, you felt warm, sticky liquid pooling on your waist. Lifting a hand, you saw it drenched in crimson blood, dark in the moonlight. You heard another scream again nearby, this time coming from the guttural squeaks you knew was the mage, the dying cries of a pitiful monster. At once, a pair of arms lifted you from the ground, supporting your head. What a damned disappointment you were.

“[y/n]! [Y/N]! DAMMIT!” You had never heard Kaeya this worked up before. The pain of hearing the panic in his voice was also tinged with a selfish gladness that he cared, that Kaeya Alberich gave a damn if you died. Because, in that moment, you were certain you would die.

Straining out a chuckle, your chest racked up a wet cough, sticky blood now staining the edges of your lips. I’ll tell him when I’m dead, you once said. Well, isn’t this all quite ironic.

“Fucking hell, [y/n], I need you to keep your eyes open”, Kaeya commanded. He was using his captain voice, the one that only comes out when a new recruit wasn’t following orders. “Rookie, don’t you dare pass out on me.” His voice wavered.

Would it be worth it to tell him now? Did you want his last memory of you to be a pathetic, wishful fantasy spilling forth from your bloodstained lips, like the nonsense uttered by a mere child? Your vision spun faster, losing sight of Kaeya, hovering over you. You couldn’t make out his features too clearly in the darkness, but something about the wet drops of water landing on your cheeks told you that it wasnt more blood. You supposed that you should do yourself justice and at least keep the one promise you made that night in Mondstadt.

Straining to open your mouth, you uttered, “Kaeya, I—”

But before you could muster the strength to speak another word, your vision went dark.

*****

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the sound of birds chirping. The second was a silent snoring sound coming from somewhere to your right.

Cracking your weary eyes open, you sensed the faint light of the early morning coming in through an nearby window. Getting your bearings, you realized you had woken up in the Knights of Favonius headquarters hospital. Your damaged adventurer’s clothes were gone, and instead you could feel bandages dressed around the wound at your side. Oh, right. You thought you had died.

Trying to sit up, you fekt an excruciating pain burn through the side of your body that had been hit, setting your nerves on fire. You hissed, and the snoring beside you abruptly stopped.

“Archons, you’re awake.”

Kaeya sat up from the chair he had apparently been sleeping in, still dressed in his captain’s armor, just as dirt-covered and singed as when you last saw him. Was that only last night? You figured Kaeya must have hurried you back to the city before your condition could get any worse.

Fuck. As all your memories of the prior night came flooding back, your eyes pooled up with salty tears. Not only had you cone closest to death than you’ve ever had, you had completely disappointed Kaeya and made a fool of yourself in front of him.

“Kaeya, I’m so sorry—”, you started.

Your words were interrupted by the man next to you leaping into your embrace, arms wrapping your shoulders where you were not injured. “Dammit, [y/n]. When won’t you just shut up.” His voice was muffled by his face buried into your neck. “You don’t have to say a word.”

It scared you, seeing him vulnerable. The ever-cocky and cunning captain of the cavalry, the man who always had a plan and was never caught off-guard. Now, a man bearing his innermost emotions to you, little old you. Had he heard what you begun to tell him last night? Or were things going to return back to the way they were, you admiring his dazzling beauty from a distance, comfortable yet agonized at the degree of separation.

You hoped to the archons for the latter. You hoped that it wouldn’t take another instance where you almost lost your life for the love you felt for him to spill forth. Archons, even if you had to die, it would still all be worth it, if it were with him at your side.

Kaeya trembled as he pressed himself deeper into you, desperately clinging on. “Don’t you dare open your mouth, rookie”, he chided. “I don’t want to hear something you’ll only tell me when you’re almost gone. Please just let me do the talking.”

Pulling back, you looked at him in confusion. His hair was disheveled, eyepatch slightly askew, yet his face was full of an almost childlike wonder, akin to the gleam he possessed when you had first met him, however many years ago.

“Do you think I did it all for nothing?” Kaeya looked at you. “Do you think all those years of training together, eating together, soarring together, was all because I thought you had potential as a soldier? The private walks through Windrise, the nights spent at the tavern, the dance, that damned dance we shared—what did you think that was?” Desperate and exhausted, Kaeya’s eye began to shimmer with tears. “Fucking hell, [y/n]. I’ve always loved you. Since the very beginning, you idiot. Why else would I dedicate all my time, all my energy to you and only you?” He grasped your shoulders tighter. “If you think that I haven’t been madly in love with you since I first laid eyes upon you that day, then you’re fucking wrong.”

You cut him off, burying your hands into his hair—pain be damned—and kissed him. It was bitter and metallic, the taste of both of your blood on your tongue. Kaeya’s neck was ice cold, but his cracked lips were thick and warm, and when you pulled away from them, you suddenly felt like you could take on the world.

“Well”, you remarked. “I’m glad that we got that out of the way.”

a/n: uhuhuhu this is pretty long but i hope you like it! i wanted to improve my writing a bit and elaborate on descriptions a bit more, so i hope i did your request justice!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin x reader #kaeya #kaeya headcanons #kaeya imagines #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #genshin impact kaeya #angst #genshin angst

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janetbrown711 · 4 years ago

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"We'll figure this out" - Yakko

Yakko always knew he had a silver tongue, but he honestly hadn’t expected this.

Somehow, Yakko had not only convinced King Salazar to spare him and his siblings because they “knew a secret about the Wishing Star”, but he had also convinced the king to make them a full-on feast for them in his dining room. Yakko honestly had no idea the king would fulfill his request but was overjoyed that he did.

Wakko and Dot hadn’t seen that much food in their whole lives, and were eating like madmen. Yakko was delighted to see how happy it made them, and Yakko knew that even if the king caught them and knew they were using him, it would be worth it anyway. The food was delicious.

However, the King was getting impatient, but Yakko got quite a kick out of annoying him, and since he couldn’t punch him in the face, he figured annoyance sufficed.

“Now, tell me,” Salazar demanded, slamming his fist against the table.

“About what?” Yakko blinked at him innocently.

“The Wishing Star, you foolish child,” He growled, but Yakko wasn’t afraid.

“Oh right, that old thing,” Yakko nodded as he took a bite of the ham and kicked his feet onto the table. “Right, yeah, you see, the key to the whole thing is...” Yakko internally panicked as he tried to think. He looked at Salazar, who was a lot more threatening the closer he got to him.

“You have something on your nose,” Yakko pointed at him.

“What?” The King sat up and gasped. “Where?”

Thank goodness the King was a vain egomaniac.

“Right there,” Yakko pointed.

The King then sniffled and rubbed nose, asking, “Did I get it?”

“Ehhhhhhh, no,” Yakko shook his head. The King did it again and Wakko and Dot picked up on what he was doing.

“Did I get it now?” Salazar asked.

“Ew, no, now it’s over there,” He pointed to the other nostril.

“Ew! Get it off! Get it off!” Wakko and Dot said in unison. Yakko then leaned over to the king.

“Look- we’re trying to eat here. Could you go to the bathroom to take care of it?” Yakko asked. The King, being the major idiot that he was, nodded and went off to the bathroom.

“Okay sibs, now’s our chance,” Yakko nodded at Wakko and Dot, who immediately understood and they started to book it down the hallways, holding each other’s hands so as to not lose one another.

However, they came to a screeching halt when Salazar appeared in front of them.

“You horrible, horrible children! Who taught you how to behave?!” He shouted at them.

Was... was this guy serious???

“No one sir,” Dot’s face fell dramatically before she coughed weakly. “You see... we’re orphans,” Dot looked up at the King with puppy dog eyes, and Yakko and Wakko did the same, though they were nowhere near as cute as Dot.

“Ah, right. Well, everyone has problems,” The King turned his back and Guards took them to the throne room. Yakko pondering annoying him further, begging for him to adopt them, but Yakko would sooner die than say that. After all, it was his fault that their parents were dead, that all of this had happened. Yakko remained silent.

“Now, are you going to tell me the secrets of the Wishing Star or not?” King Salazar said.

“Nope! Never,” Wakko stuck his chin up, and Yakko was forced to play along. He still didn’t know what to do, but Wakko’s response wasn’t going to make things easier.

“Fine, we have ways of making you talk,” The King grinned darkly, and Yakko regretted his actions immediately.

The King then snapped his fingers and the Warner siblings were dragged off by guards to a dark, filthy, disgusting, and dingy cave that was absolutely freezing and likely full of spiders and other gross things.

“This blows,” Dot scowled at the area.

“But it did get us some time. Maybe we can even escape from here,” Wakko suggested, still holding out hope.

“Yakko, no natural sunlight reaches down here. we’re being illuminated by really old and dusty candles, look,” Yakko pointed up and Wakko saw them. “This is a cave, solid rock. We have to think of a secret and fast.”

The siblings sat in silence and tried to think, but the cold was distracting, and they all huddled close to preserve body heat. That, and Dot’s cough was only getting worse because of how dust and dirt ridden the cave was, and that was hard to ignore too. Plus Yakko hated spiders and boy were they everywhere.

Ultimately, Yakko had too much in his mind to think, which only frustrated him more, which made thinking harder, and eventually he just gave up and focused on keeping his siblings warm and close.

“We’re still together... that’s all that matters,” He thought to himself before yawning. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he was. They had done a lot of journeying in one day, and they’d have to somewhat repeat that if they wanted to go home, and hopefully they could avoid any other near-death experiences on the way back. Yakko had had more than enough already.

They sat there and tried to think for what felt like an eternity, hearing every creepy crawling thing move against the rock floor echo against the walls. Needless to say, it was a pretty miserable time, and they were almost grateful when the guards came and took them out and back to Salazar.

“So... are you ready to talk yet?” The King smirked as he sat on his throne.

“Yes, but please-” Dot coughed a little. “-don’t make us go back there!” She begged. Salazar chuckled.

“We’ll see now, won’t we?” He said and Yakko once again wanted nothing more than to punch him in his perfect teeth. He glanced at Wakko and it looked like he was having the same thought.

“Now, tell me the secrets to the wishing star,” He demanded. Yakko gulped. He hadn’t thought of anything, so it looked like he was just gonna have to wing it.

“It’s uh... not about what you wish it’s about... how you wish it?” He managed to say. Well, that wasn’t a totally terrible lie, and his sibs played along swimmingly, nodding their heads.

“Really?” The king’s expression softened as he pondered it.

“Oh yeah,” Yakko said, stepping forward and feining confidence. “You have to be really careful, things are taken so literally these days.”

“You don’t say?” The King stroked his stupid mustache. It was working.

“Absolutely,” Wakko chimed in.

“Now tell me, your majesty, what are you considering wishing for?” He said, sitting on the arm of his throne.

“Well- the top of my wishlist is to own the world,” He said, showing said list to Yakko.

“Nah, that won’t work. You’ll just get a globe,” Yakko said. “I bet that it’ll be nice, but it won’t be what you want. Try again.”

“Ah, I suppose that won’t do,” He frowned, crossing it off the list. Yakko couldn’t believe this was actually working. The King was such an idiot.

“How about fame and fortune?” Salazar asked.

“That’s the name of a popular book series. Try again,” Yakko shook his head.

“Rats... Oh! I know! I could wish for the King Midas’ touch, where everything I could touch would turn to gold” He snapped his fingers.

“That includes food, good luck eating a solid gold turkey,” Yakko rolled his eyes. Nobody could be this moronic, right?

The King huffed and leaned on the arm of the throne Yakko wasn’t sitting on. “I never realized this wishing business was so complicated.”

“Tell me about it,” Yakko huffed as well.

“Oh, I know! How about I wish for youth and beauty?” He jumped up and asked Yakko.

“That’d be more likely to get you a kid and a black horse than what you actually want,” Yakko shrugged, jumping down and rejoining his sibs on the floor.

“Well let me put it another way then... what about eternal youth?” He asked.

“You want to be a baby forever?” Dot raised an eyebrow.

“I suppose that’s a good point,” The king went back to thinking, right before standing up. “I know! I’ll wish for a million bucks,” He grinned.

“You do know bucks is another word for deer right?” Wakko tilted his head. Salazar growled in annoyance.

“Of course I do!” He said, grabbing his cape dramatically.

“Oh good, for a moment there I thought you were stupid,” Wakko grinned and Yakko internally facepalmed, fearing his brother had gone too far.

“That’s it! I’ve had enough with you incessant and dirty little monsters!” The King’s face was red as a tomato now. Apparently, he didn’t take too kindly to being called stupid. Go fig.

“Captain! Take them away!” He ordered and the Captain of the guard appeared in a flash.

“And have them executed.”

“Oh no, not this again,” Yakko panicked.

“We had a deal!” Wakko stomped his foot.

“Well, that’s the great part about being king,” Salazar leaned down.

“I can do whatever I want.”

After that, the guards began to push and shove them with their guns and they were taken far away from the throne room.

“Yakko- I’m sorry-” Wakko tried to apologize.

“It isn’t your fault Wak,” Yakko stopped him. He did not want his brother dying on a guilty conscience, that was for him and him alone.

Soon enough, the three of them were tied to two stalagmites in a different cave room (why on earth were there so many caves in this place?) and Yakko feared this was the end.

“Sorry to do this kids, but it’s my job, so let’s get this over with,” The captain said, tying a cloth around Yakko’s eyes. Well, at least they had some shred of mercy in their hearts to not make them stare down the guns that would be their end. “Any last requests?” He asked.

“Yeah, set us free,” Dot said. Yakko snorted a little.

“No can do, pretty missy. I have my orders,” The captain said, his armor clanking as he shook his head.

“Pleeeeaasseeeee let us go?” Dot said in her sing-song ‘i’m totally not manipulating you with how cute I am’ voice, and Yakko had no doubt she was using her puppy dog eyes, but alas, he couldn’t see because of the stupid blindfold.

“No way man! Forget it!” He said, though it was clear by his tone he was struggling to resist- Dot’s plan was working.

“Pwetty pwetty pwease? With whipped cream and a cherry on top?” She upped her game.

“Whoa, man! You’re working your cuteness on me, man! You’re irresistible cuteness! Stop,” The captain begged, but Dot had no mercy.

“Pweasy squesy pweasey weasy wheeze?” Dot pleaded more. There was a pause for a moment.

“Okay okay... fine! You win, man! You and your unspeakable cuteness! Untie them!” The captain ordered and the warners were untied. After they were freed, none of them hesitated to hug each other.

“Now fire!” The captain said, his head in his arm as he cried (Dot really did a number on him, huh?), and gunshots echoed through the whole castle.

“However can we thank you, sir?” Dot smiled up at the captain.

“Don’t! You’re free!” The captain jumped away from her. “Just no more of the cute thing, please,” he begged. “Just go!”

“Wow Dot, I think you may have actually broken him,” Yakko examined the man, before noticing that all the other guards were in agreeance too.

“I know, it’s a gift,” Dot smirked and flaunted her hair. Yakko rolled his eyes, and grabbed his siblings and they headed out of the castle as fast as their legs could carry them.

Soon enough, they had managed their way out of the castle and they could see it- The Wishing Star.

“C’mon sibs, we’re gonna make it,” Yakko said, a smile growing on his face as he ran. However, Dot screeched to a halt as a coughing fit overcame her, and she was forced to stop.

“I-i can’t make it,” She winced.

“C’mon Dot, we’re almost there!” Wakko begged. Yakko looked at his brother and they both took one of her arms and started to run again, practically carrying her.

“We’re almost there, Dot. We’re gonna make it. We’re gonna-”

Yakko heard the sound of a cannon going off and before he knew it, a large explosion threw him and his sibs off of their feet.

Yakko grumbled, having landed flat on his face. He struggled to get himself off, and he saw Wakko had landed right next to him and was rubbing his head. Yakko then looked over his shoulder and-

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Behind him was Dot, sprawled out in the snow weakly. She looked hurt- badly hurt. Yakko and Wakko quickly got themselves out of the snow and ran to her.

God, she looked so small and weak...

“C’mon Dot, please wake up,” Yakko pleaded, placing her head in his lap. She coughed weakly.

“D-dot? Can you hear me?” Yakko said, his eyes filling up with tears as he rubbed her cheek softly. Dot mumbled and opened her eyes slowly, looking like it took an incredible amount of energy.

Then, she smiled softly and touched his hand.

“Tell me the story,” She said softly. Yakko sniffled.

“Wh-what?” he asked, sharing a nervous, concerned, and confused look with Wakko.

“The story about mom and dad,” Dot said, giggling a little. “Tell me... one last time...” she coughed as it began to snow softly.

Yakko shook his head as tears fell from his eyes. “N-no. You need to get some rest. W-we’ll take you home a-and y-you’ll be okay. R-right Wakko?” but Wakko was silent as he looked at Dot with tear-filled eyes.

“Once upon a time...” Dot coughed weakly, “A brave knight married a beautiful princess, and they had two sons,” She said, looking at her brothers weakly.

“B-but they wanted a daughter too, so they planted a garden...” she said, before coughing more. Yakko closed his eyes and summoned his inner strength once more so he could speak.

“A-and out of the prettiest flower came..?” he asked.

“Me,” Dot smiled and squeezed his hand that was now on her shoulder.

“And so m-mom and dad took you home, a-and every night at bedtime they’d come in your room and they’d ask you ‘who’s the cutest girl’ and you’d say..?” Yakko was practically whispering.

“I am,” Dot said, her eyes growing heavier.

“And they’d ask ‘how’d you ever get so cute’ and you’d say..?” He scooped her up and held her in his arms, rubbing his head against hers.

“I was born with that way,” Dot said, looking at him in the eyes.

She looked so much like Mom...

“And they’d say, ‘tell us your name,’“ He said, bringing her closer and closing his eyes, willing with all of his might that she’d stay alive. “A-and you’d say?”

“Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the Third,” Dot managed to say. “But you can call me Dot.”

“And they’d ask, ‘can we call you Dotty?’ and you’d say..?” Tears were streaming down his face as he opened his eyes to look at her.

“No,” Dot coughed. “Just Dot. C-call me Dotty a-and you... die...”

Dot went limp in his arms.

Yakko couldn’t speak. He looked at her up and down, begging for there to be some sign of life. His breathing quickened and he rubbed his face against hers and he sobbed.

“I can’t afford to lose them, she knows that. She can’t die- she can’t be dead- Sh-she just can’t-”

Yakko continued to sob, a feeling of anguish and pain that took over his entire body and was totally and utterly indescribable and unimaginable to those who had never lost a loved one before. He heard sounds of people talking and shouting behind him, but he didn’t care.

His little sister had just died in his arms.

“I-i didn’t mean to! They were just annoying me! Those two and- wait where’s the other one?” King Salazar said, and Yakko realized Wakko wasn’t with him anymore. Yakko watched, dumbfounded and numb as Wakko ran with all of his might to the Wishing Star.

Everyone was cheering him on, while Yakko couldn’t get himself to say anything, still holding onto Dot. His eyes widened when he saw a cannonball be fired from the King’s Castle, and was aimed right for Wakko.

“Oh no- please no- I can’t lose him too.”

“Wakko! Watch out-” Yakko had started to shout but there was a large burst of light and everything fell silent.

Suddenly, Dot sat up.

“I feel much better now,” Dot said, sitting up. Yakko blinked.

“D-dot???” He stuttered.

“Hi,” Dot sheeped, embarrassed, but Yakko wrapped her into a hug he was determined never to let go of, sobbing yet again, but this time with relief and joy.

She was okay.

Which meant...

Yakko stood up, and picked up Dot, before running to their brother, who was standing and facing the star.

“Nice job Wakko, you’ve done well,” The face of a man in the star said to him. Must’ve been that fairy Wakko had mentioned earlier.

“The power of the Wishing Star is now yours,” He said. Yakko blinked.

That meant he hadn’t made his wish yet... He looked at Dot, who was looking away from him.

Oh he was so going to talk to her about this later.

“At the sound of the tone, please any wish you desire,” The man continued.

“Okay.. here it goes,” Wakko said nervously, closing his eyes and focusing really hard.

Abruptly, the Star began to glow and expand, and Yakko feared his brother might be standing a little too close. A bright burst of light broke through the area and suddenly the star was gone.

Wakko blinked and looked at his hands before smiling.

“Not one... but two ha’pennies!” Wakko showed them off. Yakko blinked, before walking over, setting Dot down, and examining the coins.

“They’re real everybody!” He announced and every citizen of Acme Falls (and even the royal guards) began to cheer and celebrate.

Wakko then looked up at his older brother nervously. “N-now I know what you’re going to s-say a-and-”

“You made the right wish Wakko,” Yakko put a hand on his brother’s back. “With that money, you’ll be able to pay for her operation and help revive the town,” Yakko said, smiling softly but proudly at his little brother. Wakko sighed a breath of relief.

“I was so afraid you’d be mad at me- b-but once I saw that Dot wasn’t d-dea... you know, I thought this was second best,” He said. Yakko nodded.

“Yes, you made the right call, it’s okay Wak,” Yakko said. Wakko nodded and smiled a little, before looking at Dot and hugging her immediately.

Yakko sighed tiredly, but couldn’t get the stupid smile off of his face. He knew he was going to have to have a long conversation with his sister about the stunt she pulled later, but for now..?

She was alive.

Wakko was too.

For a horrible moment, he thought he had lost them, that he was going to be alone a-and...

But he wasn’t.

They were there, and they were together and they were going to go home.

Dot was going to get her operation, and everything was going to be okay.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

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jeeperso · 3 years ago

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D&D Quotes Without context

Miscellaneous Edition, for those quotable lines from between sessions

"All I wanna do, is fork a giant woman! A giant woman!" "Jonni, I'm pretty sure she is some type of undead, probably a vampire. Are you sure that is a good idea?" "If I don’t get turned into a blueberry it won’t be my worst date." "Okay, but if you have to defend yourself just don't burn the place down for once." "Oh, Nyx. Sweet summer child. I never make promises we both know I won’t even try to keep." "Jonni, if I wake up to my bed surrounded in flames again I'm short-sheeting your next bed every night for at least a month." "I know you're trying to score here, but Lady Dimitrescu's daughters are literally vampires AND bugs. I can overlook one, but as a Paladin, it is my sacred duty to burn this place to the ground and stir the ashes."

"We don't let Marshall make breakfast anymore." "Those waffles are well-fortified." "I'm going to be charitable and call it hardtack." "We can use these waffles as melee weapons." "Well if we need to deflect siege engines they'll be good to have." "This is still carbon based and digestible by human systems without any poisons." "I can't serve this. It'll cause ... death." "Marshal we've been over this. This Pizza has 10% less of a lethal amount of grease." "Plus they signed the waivers when they bought a ticket. It's fine." "And don't forget to push the Cakeon." "Cakeon being slices of cake wrapped in bacon." "The special sauce is a mixture of mayonnaise, ketchup, mustard, ranch, horseradish, cheddar cheese, sour cream, and anything unfortunate enough to fall into the mixing vat."

"You do have a copy of the legal code I requested in my letter? As landed gentry you should actually have legal avenues to... I'm sorry did you say Burning child?"

"First I'm going to nail a crossbow bolt through your heart. Then I'm going to mount your balls to walls on opposite sides of this chamber." "I need Three Barrels of Butter" "Are you serious? Those Claws could crush an elephant in full plate!" "You're Right!" *Turns to first person* "We might need more than three barrels of butter."

"So Ioun is the patron of poor college kids. that scans "

"its hardtack or a mug of molten cheese-fried... something in a woven mug of bacon. your choice."

"Welp, all this coke ain't gonna snort itself..."

"Right hand me that dress and the bail money. I'll get Jonni." OOC: Well I mean they allow men in the city. Its just no men live in the city. "I stand by my statement. I'm allowed to look pretty every now and then." OOC: And dragons are the most unprejudiced lovers of anyone after bards.

OOC: Well I mean come on, its Ravenloft: saying a place is of death and madness is like making the observation the day ends in y. "Going out. Getting laid." "Jonni, she’s a werewolf." "Going out, forking a werewolf." OOC: Well Lycanthropy isn't usually sexually transmitted. Its just that Mercedes is a biter. OOC: ...I don't have an appropriate response to that.

"You seriously think I’d turn on my friends for a pile of gold?!?" "sigh I’ll show you my tits. "Hot damn, let’s get these murders done!" "No, Jonni, stay good. Besides, there are plenty of other girls who will do that without asking you to murder us." "Hmmmm… this is the moral quandary of my life…" "I’ll give you five bucks." "Scales tipped!" "Phew, I thought I was going to have to cover her next trip to the topless bar." "No, no, I have the bail money right here."

Nyx: So what’s the inside of Jonni’s head like? Edmund (with thousand yard stare): Imagine every ladies only smut magazine you’ve ever heard of going on forever into infinity while everything is on fire. Food was good though.

"It’s cool. They stole it." "And you know this how?" "Magic." “90% of Ravenloft deaths are mysterious vanishings.” "Why does everything come out covered in glitter and … is that …" "Lube. I’ve got a few theories." "Please don’t share them."

OOC: This is a plan that ends with Strahd having fewer brides, his castle is in flames, and he’s lost his cape.

OOC: Our team consists of a horny pyromancer, a gnome who can fillete you in five seconds, an HP lovecraft protagonist with actual magic backing them up, a literal slab of iron with a face, and a guy with a "I went to the eternal city of Ryleth and all I got was PTSD and this lousy T shirt". Gorbash smashing his shield into their face: "Have! You! Considered! Therapy!" OOC: Good news is you guys will no longer be the most conspicuous guys at the masquerade now. Jonni: Challenge accepted! "Nyx, the bounty on stealing his fake mustache is still on."

"Vanilla is the king of flavors. What does it say about society where vanilla is considered just 'regular'?" "That they have a lot of vanilla." Lash: "Don’t you want wishes?" Jonni: "Do I need wishes to get to see you naked?" Lash: "No?" Jonni: "Fuck ‘em." Vesh: "Oh dammit its my arranged fiance." Pit Fiend: "Milady." Vesh: "An extra wish to whoever punches this douchecanoe in the nards." Jonni: "I wish…for Bigby’s clenched fist of nard punching."

Soth: "Oh, gods, why am I on fire and why is Immigrant Song playing?" Jonni: "Take a guess." Hazlik: "Okay, so its a partridge, stuffed inside a chicken, stuffed inside a duck, stuffed inside a turkey, and the whole thing is fried on a stick. Congratulations, that's the most horrible thing I have ever seen, and I once crossbred an elephant and an owl." "I give him the 'itis, and we run like we stole something." OOC: ...weirdly Curse of Strahd has stats for Strahd zombies but not Strahd Skeletons. Or Strahd's skeletal Steed. Strahd once went to a branding seminar hosted by Bane and it changed his life.

"Are we on a high enough floor that if I throw him through the window he'll be killed by the fall?" "Oh, but when I say stuff like that it’s all 'Jonni, murder is wrong.'" "When they say pick your battles they don't mean to pick all of them. That's too many battles Jonni. Put some back." OOC: He's technically already got a symbiote. OOC: They can get married. Gorbash: "I'm increasing the rent." Venom: "Can I keep the pool table?" Gorbash: "I'm not a monster." Giant Brain: "Jonni… I have summoned you here for… WHY AM I ALREADY ON FIRE! PUT ME OUT! PUT ME OUT!"

"Hello We're the party-crashers. This is Jonni, she's here to steal your women and burn your shit down. That's Nyx, she's going to repatriate certain items from the premise. Marshal over there, is here to studiously ignore our shenanigans. This is the New Guy. He seems pretty chill. I'm Gorbash... and I have been distracting you."

"Will you walk into my parlour?" said a spider to a fly. Jonni: "Hold up. Trying to sex a spider." Nyx: (throws her hands up) And then Jonni wakes up with a spider venom hangover webbed to a wall waiting to be eaten. Jonni: "Eh, I’ve had worse one night stands. I’m not a fucking blueberry." OOC 1: Hey, where does your weed elf grow [her] crops? OOC 2: She probably just grows them in the room she hasn’t paid rent on. OOC 3: Because I was also considering a circle of spores druid tortle. OOC 2: We could be partners! We could turn this into road to el dorado staring Cheech and Chong. OOC: Wait, I just realized five people are hanging out in a pirate bar, and none of us are rogues. We are gonna need someone to get thieves tools. OOC: We have a barbarian with a big stick.

"Are we Foxhound now? Blunderbuss Octopus." OOC1: You want to put the stoner in charge of food. OOC2: Eyup. OOC1: I see no way this can go wrong! OOC3: We need the four basic food groups. Beans, Bacon, Whisky, and Lard. “We pray to Almighty Darkseid! Give us a sign! Thumbs up, for the triumph of the human spirit! Thumbs down to begin the everlasting reign of darkness!” “Where did you find this guy?” “Me? I thought you hired him.” OOC: Yup, nature, arcana, history, investigation and religon at +6. MJ got baked and watched the Discovery Orb a lot. Tordek: "But we have a cleric, Jozan, over there." Strahd: *sigh* Snaps fingers, and suddenly one of Strahd's brides sucks Jozan out the window, cue screaming. "Oh look, you suddenly have an opening, how fortunate." Tordek: "We also have a druid...." Vadania: "SHUT UP, TORDEK!" Edmund: "I think the first order of business may be to discuss your Human Resources strategy..." Strahd: "I have a guy for that too."

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"When someone as smart as him talks with himself, it's not crazy...They call it monologing." "I thought it was soliloquy?" "No, soliloquy is when you're talk at someone else when your talking to yourself." "Most people would run from a demon, you run towards it to study it." Professor: "THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING! A FROGHEMOTH, AND RIGHT UP CLOSE, IT WILL BE AMAZING TO SEE THIS PERFECT KILLING MACHINE IN ACTION." OOC: Also note the Professor is Lawful Good, Archie is Chaotic Good, so collectively they balance out to Neutral good. OOC: That's good. "The incinerations will continue until morale improves!" “You never incinerate the women!” “Because I’m fucking them!” “I… was not expecting you to be so honest about that…”

"You got what you wanted....but you lost what you had...." "Yes, I'm familiar with how capitalism works."

OOC: Dragons are like, “That’s Krandor the shiney. He only fucks other dragons. Weirdo.”

Gorbash: "D'awww, so tiny... perfect size... FOR PUNTING!" *boots tiny mind-flayer into the horizon*

"Dracula hasn't been spotted in almost recently. Whats he gonna do, destroy all we know and love like he definitely can?" "... my god you people are too stupid to live." "What are you doing in my house?" Gorbash: "...well Edmund has been reading your books, I've been sorting through your armory, Nyx and Irost has been going through your other shinies, Marshal has been cleaving anything monstrous that gets too close, and Jonni has been lighting things on fire to stave off boredom." Gorbash: "Okay Marshal, Jonni. Rock, paper, scissors over who gets [to kill] the bishop."

Jonni: "Did you really think this would make up for what you did?" Nima: "I… killed everyone you grew up with." Jonni: "Yeah, and I’m still not forgiving you for what you did to Eddie." Nima: "I am missing some key context here…" Nima: "Also I committed identity theft on you by having my new undead army tell everyone you are running the show." Jonni: "Oh, no. You’ve fooled the boar tribe. Who still haven’t figured out shitting in a hole." Nima: "Yeah I noticed that. I ruined two pairs of shoes attacking their camps."

#dungeons and dragons #dnd 5e #quotes without context #ravenloft #castlevania #resident evil village #ooc

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skyemak · 4 years ago

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Cater Gets a New Do

Cater stood under one of the various trees of the courtyard. His hands were deep in his pockets as he swayed heel to toe. As a cool breeze brushed his skin, the leaves above him rustled slightly. Again, Cater glanced around the courtyard, and looked behind the tree. With a sigh, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, both to check the time and to check for any Magicam notifications. Recently there hasn’t been much going on at Night Raven College nor at his dorm. It was about two days since his last post, which was unlike him. However, he felt a sort of creative block recently, and no matter how many selfies or pics he took, he didn’t feel they were up-to-par to post to Magicam.

“Oh, Cater-senpai, what’re you doing here?”

Cater glanced up from his phone, a relaxed smile appeared on his face when he saw his familiar underclassman. “Hiya Ace-chan!” He raised his hand by his face, making a peace sign. “Yuu asked me to meet her here after school—said she wanted to ask me something. I wonder what it is~”

“Heh, I think that’s obvious.” A smug smile grew on Ace’s face.

“Hm?” Cater dropped his hand to rest on his side. “What’re you thinking, Ace-chan?”

“Nothing~ Just get ready for a new confess tag to post on Magicam,” Ace chuckled to himself, strolling away.

Cater blinked and looked down at his phone screen before quickly shutting off the screen. He grabbed a piece of his hair with his thumb and finger as he stored his phone back into his pocket. “Heh, as if.” But his mind began to wonder.

This school is surrounded by boys, so it’d be no surprise if Yuu-chan got a crush on someone.

She hangs out with the Adeuce combo a lot, so I’d first guess she’d like one of them.

Ah, but they’re not the brightest crayons in the crayon box.

As a human, Yuu-chan would probably prefer another human so they’d be more compatible. At NRC, that would leave Heartslyabyul, Pomefiore, and Scarabia.

Pomefiore is kinda intense in their own way.

I heard a lot happen as Scarabia…

Well, a lot happened since Riddle’s overblot too…

Now that I think about it, Yuu-chan always smiles in the morning when she sees me. It probably isn’t much though since I’m always acting peppy anyway.

Cater used his index finger to lightly twirl his hair in thought.

…But if she did confess… What would I say?

His ears tinted pink as he glanced down. The beat of his heart quickened slightly.

Well, I admit Yuu-chan is a little cute.

Another breeze flew by, rustling the leaves of the tree he stood by. Cater glanced up the wood. Soon the season will be changing, which will probably give Cater better potential selfies for his Magicam account.

“Senpai!” a voice yelled in the distance. Cater immediately turned his head toward its source and saw Yuu running toward him. “I’m sorry for making you wait!” she exclaimed. Yuu approached, stopping a few feet in front of him, out of breath. She slouched over with her hands on her thighs, trying to catch her breath. “Trein-sensei made me stay late since I did so bad on his last test…” she whined. Cater chuckled, “Heheh, Trein-sensei can be quite strict. I know all too well.”

After a few moments to balance her breathing, Yuu heaved a sigh and stood straight up. She looked directly toward Cater with a determined look in her eyes. “Anyway, senpai!” Cater flinched. Abruptly, he felt his chest tighten. He glanced away from her. “Y-Yeah?”

Yuu grabbed Cater’s hand and held it gently in both of hers. “Senpai, I need you!” she exclaimed.

“Huh?!” Cater erupted. “M-Me?” He couldn’t help but notice how soft her hands felt against his.

Is…Is she really gonna confess?!

Okay, she is more than a little cute now that I see her more closely.

We could also post couple-y photos on Magicam.

I can see the comments now. “OMG so cute!” “I’m so jelly I wanna boyfriend/girlfriend~” “You two look so cute together!”

Wait, I need to consider her feelings too!

Ah, but she would probably expect me to wanna take selfies together.

Wait again, what about when she goes back to her world?!

“Senpai?” Yuu asked innocently, still holding his hand. He snapped back to reality.

“Ahhhh! Fine! Okay! I’ll do it!”

“Yay! Uh, Senpai, why is your face red? Are you feeling okay?”

Cater covered his face with one hand, looking toward the ground. The sound of his heartbeat rang through his ears. “I-I’m fine…” he muttered.

“Great!” Yuu smiled. “Can we do it at your room then?”

“…Huh?”

“I think I could also use two of your clones for it.”

“What?!”

-----

Yuu opened a tote bag swung over her shoulder and began to set out various hairbrushes, a curling iron, flat iron, and other hair products on Cater’s dresser. Cater stood by, watching her bring the products out. He timidly put his hands together and covered his nose and mouth with them.

She… She just wants to practice different hair styles on me…

“Cater-senpai, would you sit here?” Yuu beckoned. Cater twitched a bit in surprise. He looked over and saw her gesture toward a chair, holding a salon cape. “Y-Yeah.” He stepped forward, plopping down on the chair.

“By the way, Yuu-chan.”

“Hm?” she asked, pulling the cape around him to clip.

“Why me…exactly?”

“Well,” she began, taking the clip out from Cater’s hair. “You have nice length hair and it’s easier to try different styles with your hair. Plus, your unique magic makes it so I can practice multiple hairstyles at once! Oh, I don’t need them yet though.”

“Is that so…” he trailed off. Yuu gently ran her fingertips through Cater’s hair. Each time the brushed his hair with her fingers, it felt soothing to say the least. She stepped toward the dresser to grab a brush. Without realizing, Cater let his lids fall as she brushed through his orange strands of hair. Her movements were so gentle and tender, any tension he felt in his body just oozed away.

“I’ll just start with something simple,” Yuu said, setting down the brush and grabbing a fine-toothed comb.

“Okay,” Cater briefly replied.

She used the end of the comb to separate the top section of his hair to carefully tie into a rubber band. Once in, she tugged a bit at the hair in the rubber band at the top of his scalp to add some volume. When satisfied, Yuu again used the end of the comb to section out a piece of his hair at the side of his head.

“Yuu-chan,” Cater spoke up as she began to braid the section of hair. His eyelids still shut.

“Oh, does something hurt or feel uncomfortable?”

“No,” he quicky said, “I was just wondering why you’re practicing hairstyles on me.”

“Yeah, hold on, lemme finish this braid first, Senpai... There, that looks good,” Yuu said, tying the braid into another rubber band. “Well, there’s a couple of hairstyles I wanna try for myself but I wanted to practice them. But there’s a few I wanted to try but hmmm… How should I put it?” She took her comb to section out another piece of hair at the other side of his head. She took that piece and combed it to looked less disorderly. “It’s hard to figure out how to do hairstyles that have the focal points on the back, or that are consistent throughout. I don’t have anyone to kinda help me with that, but I thought if I could try it on your hair, I can get a good idea how to do it for myself, I guess? Plus, I can practice more than one at a time because of your unique magic! So, it’s hitting two birds with one stone, you could say.”

Yuu took the new section of hair and braided it as well. “Ohh,” Cater said.

“Whatever is done to your clones doesn’t reflect your appearance when they disappear, right?” She rubber banded the section of hair.

“No, not really.”

“Good…” Yuu smiled to herself, combining the two braids to the first piece of hair she rubber banded earlier. “Ah, this one is looking cute.” She grabbed a pink ribbon to tie a bow around the three pieces of hair. “I thought it was gonna be easy.”

“What’s it look like?” Cater asked.

“I’ll take a pic,” Yuu said, taking out her cellphone Crowley had given to her not too long ago. She snapped a quick note before facing the screen toward him. “See?”

“Oh, that’s a cute look! It’d probably would look really cute on you, Yuu-chan!”

There was a brief pause. Cater felt his cheeks redden. He just said what popped into his head without realizing it. The man was grateful Yuu couldn’t see his face. Yuu pulled her phone away from view, and quietly replied, “You think so…?”

There was another short pause before Cater spoke up, “So, you said you needed two clones to practice?”

“Uh, yeah,” Yuu answered abruptly. It involves using a curling iron, so I wanted a backup for when I mess up.”

“Okay, Split Card!”

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“Hey, Yuu-chan,” said Cater copy #1, “you did good makin’ these wavy curls.” He shook his head joyfully, singing out the curled waves in his hair. “They’re so bouncy!”

“Oh yeah,” said Cater copy #2, “I have this nice braid crown going over my head.” He gestured toward the top of his head. As he said, a braid wrapped around his head, and a few strands of hair dangled from the crown. “Truly I am King Cater!”

“Which one is Yuu-chan working on now? Number 4?” Cater copy #3 said, rocking an orange mohawk.

“A-Are you sure you want me to shave it?” Yuu asked timidly to copy #4, hesitantly holding a pair of clippers.

“Yeah, sure, go ahead!” Cater copy #4 delightfully replied. “Doesn’t affect the original! Plus, it’ll make for fun selfies to put on Magicam.” The other copies shouted, “Yeah!” in unison.

“I don’t need my followers to think I changed my hairstyle 5 times in one day!” the original Cater spoke up.

Yuu had asked Cater to make two clones of himself originally, to have one as a backup, but found she only needed one try to figure out how to curl waves with a curling iron. Then she asked for another two to try the braid crown in case she needed a backup, and then it just snowballed from there.

“Cater, you want me to try shaving the side of your head?”

“Yeah!” Copy #4 said, “I always wondered about those asymmetrical cuts!”

Yuu glanced over at the original Cater. He just shook his hand as if to say, “Go ahead.” Like copy #4 said, it doesn’t affect the original.

“Okay, here I go…” Still unsure, Yuu turned on the clippers, causing a faint buzzing sound.

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Hard thumps could be made out in the Heartslabyul dorm hallway carpet. The dorm leader was gritting his teeth, his face red in anger. “What need would he have to make his clones and make such a racket?!”

“Calm down, Riddle,” Trey kept pace beside Riddle. Trey’s efforts were only brushed aside as Riddle trampled on, beelining to Cater’s room. As they neared, loud sounds of giggling and laughter echoed behind the door. Ready to cast his unique magic the second he opened the door; Riddle grabbed the doorknob with great vigor. The next second, Trey’s arm swooped in front of Riddle’s body.

“Riddle,” he said. His voice was gentle, but stern. “Let’s access what’s going on before doing anything drastic, okay?” Trey smiled reassuringly. Riddle took a deep breath in before heaving a heavy sigh. The red faded from his face. “Fine,” the dorm leader said, almost with a pout.

“Uh, Cater-senpai, er, senpais?” a female voice said behind the door.

“Don’t worry!” said Cater.

“We’re just having fun, Yuu-chan!” said what again, sounded like Cater.

“Yuu?!” Trey stated. His eyes opened wide in shock.

“That’s it!” Riddle forced the door open, stomping inside before yelling. “Cater!”

“Yuu, are you--?” Trey began but cut himself off.

“Oh, uh, hi,” Yuu awkwardly waved at the two. Not in any danger, but a bit tense, Yuu was sitting in the chair the previous Caters sat in before. Multiple Cater clones were pointing at her hair or held a piece of it in her hand.

“A fishtail braid would look great in her hair!” said the Cater with a braided crown.

“You know our sisters said we sucked at it growing up!” said the Cater with wavy curls.

“Well practice makes perfect right?!” said the braided crown Cater.

“I think a French braid is a classic. Plus, we were usually good at them growing up,” said Cater with a side-shave. His arms were crossed as he stared at Yuu’s hair in thought.

“Uh, Caters, maybe let’s not tug at Yuu-chan’s hair,” said the original Cater, his hair still with the braided back style.

“Don’t be so stingy,” braided crown Cater said.

“Yeah! I know you’d wanna do a fun hairdo with her too, since you could take a couple-like selfie with it!” said cater with the side-shave.

“Wha--? Why would I?!” the original Cater argued, but pink flushed his cheeks. He dared not look at Yuu’s face. What sort of expression she was making, he had no idea.

“’Cause we’re all thinking the same thing?” said Cater with the braided crown. “We haven’t posted anything on Magicam in a while anyway.”

“Uh, I kinda have some other homework I needed to get to tonight…” Yuu mumbled, looking as lost.

“I think we should try something new entirely!” slipped in Cater with a mohawk. In his hand were the clippers from before. With a smug look on his face, he turned them on. Yuu yelped.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Riddle’s signature collars appeared on all the Caters’ necks. Then, all the clones poofed out of existence, leaving just the original Cater, still in the collar.

“Oh, hi there, uh, dorm leader…” Cater mumbled, trying to avoid any eye contact.

“What’s going on in here?” Trey asked.

“Hair styling practice?” Cater hesitantly answered.

Riddle sighed. He crossed his arms and stood with authoritatively. “Cater, you’re making too much noise. Also, it’s past the allowed time for visitors. I won’t punish you for breaking the rules this time but be aware. I won’t be as forgiving next time.”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll be sure not to let this happen again,” Cater said, bowing toward Riddle.

“Glad it wasn’t something major…” Trey remarked. His forearm leaned against the side of the doorway. “Alright, Riddle, let’s let them clean up.”

“Hmph.” Riddle turned on his heel and walked back into the hallway, Trey following closely behind.

“Uh, hey!” Cater said, running toward the door. “What about this collar?” A few seconds later, the collar vanished from his neck. He heaved a sigh and walked back into his dorm. Yuu was already packing up her supplies, and just about finished.

“Um,” Cater spoke up, gaining her attention. Yuu looked toward him, zipping her bag up and swinging the handle over her shoulder. He put his hand at the back of his head. For a few moments he stared at the floor, shifting his feet, before looking back toward the girl. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it’d get so…hectic.” He chuckled. Yuu looked toward her back, fiddling with the strap of it between her fingers. Cater took notice, lowering his hand from his head, staring at her expectantly. When Yuu finally spoke up, her eyes were still at her fingers. “We can…still take a selfie together…if you want.”

Cater jolted. “A selfie…?”

His chest tightened when she nodded timidly, a soft pink in her cheeks.

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Cater sat on the bench at the foot of his bed. His leg was bent with his foot on the bench, and his cheek squished as he rested his face on his knee. He looked idly down at his phone screen, swiping through his camera roll. He selected one of the selfies with Yuu recently, and chose to open it in an editing app. The default recommended filter was to add hearts around their faces.

He turned off the screen, setting his phone screen down on the bench. “I don’t really wanna post any of the selfies…” he mumbled. After a few moments, he vocalized a heavy sigh. Cater raised his other foot to the bench, then used his legs to launch himself backwards to fall into his bed.

“I liked the idea of a French braid on her…”

#twst imagines #twisted wonderland #twst #cater #cater diamond #this is for you marzi #writing #fanfic #fanfiction

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threeminutesoflife · 5 years ago

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Shave and a Haircut, Two Bits

Pairings: Mad Sweeney x Reader Warnings: 18+, oral sex- female receiving, praise kink Summary: Sweeney stops by your salon Word Count: 2.2k a/n: Mad Sweeney was requested by the outrageously humorous and always kind @titty-teetee ❣️

You cashed out your last client and wished her a good evening before closing the store front's drapes for the night. Twenty more minutes and you'd be able to close the salon. You hoped the closed curtains would detour any last minute walk-ins. The day was long, but fast and profitable.

Grabbing the bin of dirty towels from the sink station, you made your way to the back of the shop. Another stylist offered to stay and help break down the till, but you didn't mind the bookkeeping and had time to spare before tonight's blind date. You turned up the volume to the shop's speakers, a fast melody elbowing out the quiet. With a quick stretch and roll of your shoulders, you filled the washer in hopes to get the load into the dyer before leaving tonight.

Between humming to the song and the warmth of the water rising from the washer, you almost missed the shop's door chime. Wiping your hands and sighing quietly, you fixed your smile back into place and headed toward the salon floor.

But when you rounded the corner, your smile drop. Mad Sweeney leaned against the shop door, eyes roving over your form with a smirk. Smoke framed his face from the cigarette hanging from his cocky, plump lips.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath.

“What kind of fucking welcome is that, love?” Sweeney asked with a deep, amused chuckle. He kicked his impressive form off the door frame before making a show of bolting the shop's lock.

“Oh, no. No. You can unlock the door right now and let yourself out, Sweeney.”

“Come on lass, is that any way to treat your beau?”

“My beau? Really? Does this mean you're committing to me for longer than it takes to pull an orgasm out of me?”

His eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion, but it quickly disappeared to make room for humor.

“You wound me, ya do.” The cigarette bobbed between his lips as he dramatically placed his war-heavy hand over his chest. “We both know damn well, love- I'm a giver when it comes to ya. I always give more than a mere one. Plus, I gave them all with-”

“Don't say it-”

“With panache.”

“Quit soliciting, Sweeney. You haven't been around in weeks, and right now is the time for you to leave.”

“Don't blame me for that cunt Wednesday's doin'. You know I wouldn't be leavin' ya if it was up to me.”

“Look, I don't have time for this. You need to go, I have somewhere I need to be.”

“No, love- ya don't. I need a haircut and I missed the feel of your hands.”

“Sweeney,” you gave a soft, exhausted protest as he walked you to your station.

After these weeks apart, the simple feel of his hand on the small of your back made you want to curl into his side.

“Your nights are for me. Give me a cut and shave, and I'll give ya somethin' after.” He took a drag of his cigarette before winking at you.

“I thought you’d have richer words than that, Sweeney. What happened to being wooed by Yeats?”

Grabbing your hips, he spun you around and pulled you closer to him, “I’ll tell ya sweet words and use my mouth wisely. Just how ya like.”

Trying to hide the smile on your lips, you slyly reached to your side and grabbed the scissors from the counter, “Stop smoking in my shop.” With a quick flick, you snipped off the glowing end of his cigarette resting between his lips. “Crazy Woman! Ya could have cut me!” Sweeney bellowed as he stepped back and inspected the severed cigarette before carelessly tossing it on the floor. “Time to go,” you huffed as your swept the cigarette aside. “It hardly is,” Sweeney sat down roughly and spun himself in your chair, lifting his legs up and letting the rotation take him. “We have all night together. I made sure of it.” “Sweeney,” you tried to remain indifferent and patient, but the longer and closer you were around him, the more you wanted him. Sweeney dropped his long legs, stilling the chair and leaning forward towards you, “Look love, the only thing that needs to be done tonight- is me.” “I have a date, Sweeney.” “Yeah, me.” “No, Sweeney, not you. With someone else.”

“Ya don’t.” Shifting your weight to the side, your hip jutted out, “I do.” With a dismissive tsk, Sweeney smirked knowingly at you. “No love, ya don’t.” You knew that look too well, “What did you do?” “Don’t need to do anything. Got luck on my side,” he confidently stated, a gold coin flipping in the air before settling in his palm. “Now where would ya like me? In this chair or ya gonna sponge bathe me first?” Unconvinced of his innocence, you frowned at him but said, “Get yourself over to the sink, sit down there.” Sweeney shot up and moved quicker than you thought his large frame would allow. Standing by his side at the sink station, you threw the cape over his broad shoulders and felt him graze his knuckles against your soft thighs. The snaps slipped when he moved his fingers closer to your inner thighs, lightly circling and teasing you. You were touch starved for him, your body fully alert to the man before you. Visions of climbing him and sinking down on his lap ran through your head. “Ya alright, love?” Breaking from your daydream, your core tightened at the sound of his voice. Looking down at him, you noticed his own lust building in his eyes. Ignoring his question, you heard him grunt as you moved away from his side to test the water temperature. “So, are you making me butcher your hair again?” Sweeney huffed, “It’s called a signature look, love.” “It reads like mullet-mohawk.” “Aye, signature.” You bit the inside if your cheek, trying to contain your chuckle and not encourage him further. But Sweeney was already feeling encouraged. The fact he was still here in the shop with you, he knew he'd be buried inside you later. Cold water hit his face causing him to hiss and recoil away from the sink, “Bloody hell, woman!” This time you did laugh, “Oops. Lean back, you big baby. I’ll fix the temp.” Sweeney eyed you suspiciously but reclined with a grumble, “Fix ya blood aim is more like it, love.” He was silent as you worked the shampoo with your fingers into his thick hair. Little patterns along his hairline, then long strokes from forehead to nape. You hummed softly and watched as Sweeney’s expression softened. You would need to text your blind date later and apologize for not coming tonight. Well, you would be coming tonight but in a different way and with a different man. You snickered at the thought and Sweeney cracked an eye at you when asking, “Something ya’d like to share with the rest of the class, love?” “Not really,” the water fanned over his head, the last of the shampoo escaping. A couple pumps of conditioner, you moved back to his side and ran your hands over his hair again.

“Fuck, love.” You hummed in response, leaning your chest in closer to his face as your fingers threaded through his mane. It was quiet between you two, both listening to the other breath between the breaks in the background music. Sweeney wasn't able to disconnect from the world easily or with just anyone, but he could with you. He learned that quickly when he first met you. He was able to just be with you, and didn't feel like you wanted something from him. Your fingernails twisted along his scalp sending goosebumps across his skin and a chill down his spine. The more your arms moved, the more you breasts danced along your shirt just out of reach from his mouth. Gods, he wanted to kiss you, kiss your body. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his leg was kicked out slightly, the cape tented over his lap. The thought of Sweeney growing hard made you squeeze your thighs together. “Ah, I know that look, love.” Sweeney smirked up at you, fully pleased with himself. Biting your lip, you turned the water back on and leaned deeper against him to rinse the conditioner out. “And what is that look, warrior king?” Electricity ran through Sweeney's torso straight down to his cock. With one swift move he ripped away the cape and he grabbed you over the chair's arm, pulling you on top of him. “Say it again, love,” his words husky and heavy in his throat as he looked at you. Straddling on his lap, you rocked into him slightly and settled on him, “Say what again, Sweeney?” He grabbed your ass and pulled you harshly down against him. His cock straining against his pants, he could feel the heat of your core on him. “Don't tease me, woman. Not with that. Say it.” You watched Sweeney's expression mix and shift. His eyes lusting and pleading for you to call him that again. Leaning over him, you ran your fingers through his wet hair. The shaved sides had grown in so much since you last saw him, since you last felt him. Pressing your forehead against his, you rolled your hips into him and tugged the ends of his hair, “Warrior king.” Sweeney growled and grabbed your face, his lips devouring yours before abruptly standing up with you and flipping you into the seat. Before you had time to react he removed your shoes and started undoing pants. You helped him strip your panties off before leaning forward to help him undo his zipper. But Sweeney stopped you and told you to lean back in the chair, “Gonna cherish you, love.” The loud and crass, rowdy man got down on his knees before you. With a tenderness you didn't know he possessed, he draped your leg over his shoulder. Droplets fell from his hair onto your skin as he slowly kissed his way up your inner thigh. His hands ran along your legs as he nipped and kissed closer to your core. The slow, teasing pace he set was almost too much as you gripped the chair. You bit your lip as you tried to steady your breath. You waited in anticipation when his kisses moved closer to your center, but then to your dismay, his mouth found your other thigh instead. His beard scratched and marked your skin as he kissed and bit his way once again closer to your clit. You whimpered out his name and tried sliding down the chair closer to him. “Don't worry, love.” He squeezed your thighs, his mouth above your core, “I'll provide for ya.” Sweeney dipped his head between your slick-covered thighs and ran his tongue with a long, slow lick against your wet lips. He dipped in closer, your clit between his lips as he sucked and ran his tongue along your nerve endings. “Oh my god,” you whispered as your eyes closed and head dropped back against the sink's edge. The feeling of his beard scratching your thighs and the timbre of his voice against your skin- you wouldn't last long. His hands gripped you tighter; one on your hip keeping you in place, the other gently kneading your thigh thrown over his wide shoulder.

“Fucking delicious,” Sweeney groaned with a praise, your juices painted on his beard as his pants tightened even more. “Better than any offering left before.” “Sweeney,” you moaned out as he fingers ran along your slit; slow and teasing, dipping between and around your core. “You're mine aren't you, love?” His fingers spread your wet lips and he ran his tongue along your essence, circling your clit again. “Say it, love.” Your grip tightened in Sweeney's damp hair as your hips tried to rock closer to his talented mouth. “Be my good lass, love. Tell me who ya belong to.” You were almost there, ready to tumble over the edge with each suck and bite he left on your clit and thighs. This man was a god. You gasped and mewled as you felt Sweeney run his teeth along your clit before kissing and sucking on it again. This god was yours. “You!” you screamed out as your core tightened. Sweeney's cock hurt from how gorgeous you looked. His thumb circled your clit as he raised his head, licking his lips and tasting more of you. He watched you wither in the chair, you were so close and he was ready to feast. “Come for me, love.” He dipped his mouth back to your core, his lips on you, “Come now.” You screamed out his name in your release as your legs shook and calves tightened. Your fingers twisted and pulled his hair, forcing his face closer to you as your breath caught and burned in your chest with pleasure. Smug and hard, Sweeney looked up at you as he licked you clean. He had luck on his side, but more importantly- he had you.

#Mad Sweeney x Reader #Mad Sweeney #American Gods #Sweeney x Reader #mad sweeney imagine #american gods imagine #mad sweeney x you #mad sweeney x y/n

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logan-is-noggin · 4 years ago

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Anxious Beauty part 2

word count: 2566

warning: play fighting

the years passed and the three fairies raised Prince Virgil, who they affectionately nicknamed storm cloud, or just cloud for short, in an unassuming cottage in the nearby forest.

Now that the Prince was four, on cool nights like tonight, they left the tots bedroom window open to allow the sweet smell of the peach trees that grew outside to flow inside.

Logan's faithful raven companion croft, landed on a branch outside the open window. When his master had no use of him. Croft often found himself observing the object Logan seemed so fascinated by. But tonight he had a mission to finish. The bird hopped to the windowsill and peered inside.

Cloud rolled over in his crib and blinked his eyes open, hearing the creaking nearby. When he saw his bird friend he shaking stood on his bed and reached for him. But croft flew inside, in a loop, dropping what he carried in his beak before flying out the window and away.

Cloud looked down and saw what the bird had left. A dark old fashion key. In the handle was a purple jewel in the shape of a heart.

The next morning when Patton saw Virgil with the key, he was puzzled. He didn't recall the king giving it to his son when they departed, the others also denied giving it to the Prince. Patton reached to take it away, but once he did, the toddler let out a loud wail. Patton quickly gave it back. " okay, you can keep it." Since that day, cloud always had the key with him or else he was very upset. As he grew up he played in the woods like any child. For a time, the curse was forgotten.

"okay Roman that's all for tonight, it's getting late kiddo."

He took the bowl from the Prince and set it in the sink, he would wash it in the morning. "You can't stop there padre, I haven't even burst onto the scene yet."

"He can continue the story tomorrow Roman, we're filming with Thomas tomorrow remember? We each need to be rested for our performance, we don't need you yawning while the cameras on." Logan chided as he walked up to his room.

The next day every could see how impatient Roman was being, he groaned any time anyone messed up their lines, which made Virgil start messing up on purpose.

That night at dinner Roman are twice as fast as usual when Patton placed the dishes in the sink Logan sighed as said " I can clean up tonight Patton." Roman smiled and practically yanked Patton out of the kitchen "thanks teach!" He called.

Roman sat cross legged as Patton stood before him.

"Alright let me remember where we were..."

Twelve years passed and cloud grew into a fine young man. That morning the three seemed to be trying to get him out of the house. " why don't you go play outside, maybe go for a swim? It's a lovely warm day out." Patton encouraged. Cloud nodded as he slipped on his gray vest over his white long sleeve shirt. Leaving the top button undone. Cloud opened the Dutch door of the cottage and waved goodbye to the three. " have fun. Don't go too far, but don't come back too quickly.." The three called out over each other. Cloud stood his head as he walked off. He could tell when they were trying to hide something. And the lad was always kind enough to play along with their surprises.

The forest was empty today, only filled with the sounds of the forest animals, it was alright, Virgil had perfected how to entertain himself.

Cloud walked between trees swinging himself forward to grab the next trunk. Walking across a fallen tree with his arms out to steady himself. He unlocked his boots and walked through the river, he scooped up a smooth stone and tossed it, the rock skipping thrice before sinking to the bottom. He picked up a stick and swung it around, pretending to fight an invisible foe. His parents often were over cautious when it came to raising him, not letting him eat fruit right off the tree near his home, though he sneaked berries from bushes when he was in the woods. Only remus let him get away with things the others found dangerous, like fighting. " come on you two! He's gonna have to learn to fight eventually if he's going to be king." Remus whispered one afternoon. So they relented and let Virgil have supervised battles with remus.

Not paying attention as he swung his stick-sword, cloud had begun to sing.

" I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music do ya?

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing hallelujah"

Prince Roman and his hunting party were riding back after an uneventful morning, he could tell his mare rose was thirsty having not been watered since they left so he told the rest to go on without him as he slowly rode into the woods. The canopy from the treetops immediately cooled Roman from the sun. Once his eyes adjusted he led rose to the small pond they often visited when he first got her.

As she drank Roman sat on a stone to rest himself, he refilled his canteen and took a sip when he heard a noise. He shot up, hand on his sheathed sword just in case of danger. After listening he realized the sound was singing. Even from this distance Roman was spellbound. He had never heard a sweeter tenor in his life.

" hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

he took hold of his horses bridle and walked towards the noise of the voice. He found boy alone through the trees in the clearing. He held a stick and looked like he was fencing something Roman could not see. Roman smirked and found his own falls. Branch, not wanting to scare the boy away by using his real sword.

(Vpov)

Suddenly someone burst out of the trees and stood three feet away. He called to challenge him. Usually cloud would run from the stranger but seeing that he also wielded a stick let him know he was also playing.

The two slowly circled each other, Virgil tried to remember Remus's lecture on strategies but he almost always tangent off into talking about wounds. So he decided to try and copy the man. When he advanced, Virgil tried to stay swords distance away. When He swung Virgil brought his up and they hit with a deafening whack. Virgil did the same but his opponent ducked before it could make contact. More jabs were taken and all too soon cloud was backed against a tree with the "sword" to his throat.

" Not much for training, but a decent fight anyhow." He said as he tossed his stick to the side.

" well, my um, parents don't like me fighting a lot. They're worried I could get hurt." Cloud mumbled.

Roman waved him off " nonsense. Every man should learn the art of dueling, if the need arose to save a bachelor or damsel in distress." He said proudly.

" ill make note of that."

" how rude of me. My name is Roman." He said as he brushed back his red cape.

Virgil mildly panicked at what to do. He wasn't sure if it was right to tell his name to a stranger.

" you can call me cloud. It's what my parents call me."

" intriguing." A high shinny made Virgil flinch. Roman saw his fear and placed a hand on his shoulder. " fear not. That is just rose. I almost forgot I left her in the brushes." He whistled with two gloved fingers in his mouth and suddenly a white mare with a rose gold mane leapt through the opening and trotted to her owners side. " this is my rose. The best and most beautiful mare in the entire kingdom, in my humble opinion."

"Very humble.." Cloud teased. Roman rolled his eyes. " would you like to go for a ride?" He said, holding his hand out. Cloud glanced around wondering what Patton would say if he were here. He had never ridden a horse before. " I guess so." Roman quickly mounted then reached down to help cloud onto the space behind him. " I'm not gonna fall am I?"

" just hold onto me. Ill keep you safe."

First they walked down the path, Roman making sure Virgil was feeling secure before he clicked at the horse who sped up galloping throughout the trees. Roman laughed as clouds grip around his waist tightened. She slowed to a stop at the edge of the forest in a clearing. They both dismounted and cloud wrapped his arms around him. " I suppose ill think twice about riding a strangers horse." Roman laughed again. They walked a ways until they reached a spot cloud knew well. A tree had fallen years ago but continued to grew horizontally, making the perfect sitting spot. They rested as they watched their surroundings.

" ave you ever watched the sunrise from here cloud? That is truly a magical experience."

" no, but I have a fair view from my home. We can see the village and the castle well."

Roman hopped down and tugged cloud along with him. " what are we doing now?"

" since your fighting skills are pretty dismal, I assume you don't know how to dance either. So I'm going to teach you."

Cloud rolled his eyes but took Romans hand anyway. He pulled the young man close, their chests almost touching. Romans left hand rested around his side and clasped his right hand with his own. Suddenly they seemed to be sucked up into a whirlwind. Half the time, cloud tried to mirror Romans expert steps as they turned in time. The other half he couldn't stop staring into Romans eyes. Could this be what love felt like?

They continued twirling around the forest to their silent symphony until they were both out of breath. They slowed to a stop and their hands fell to their sides but still connected.

" you're quite light on your feet cloud. A plus to both dancing a dueling. But practice makes perfect."

Cloud was still in a daze that he couldn't come up with a snarky comment. " I need to return to my father in town. But may I visit you again, possibly tomorrow?"

Cloud shook himself free " of course. My cottage is close to the field where we met. You can meet my parents."

Roman bent and kissed both of his hands. " I will spend every moment missing you until then, my cloud."

Cloud watched as Roman mounted his horse, after opting out of a ride home, he still wasn't used to riding. And stood there until he disappeared into the trees.

Cloud returned home, he stopped at the door, hearing whispers and shushing from the other side. He wondered what his three guardians had been up to in his absence. He pushed open the Dutch doors calling to the quiet house.

" hey guys I'm home. I-" he paused as he closed the door. Something was different. Laying spread out on a chair was a very fancy looking outfit. It was a pair of black trousers, a purple vest and white shirt. Hanging behind it was a deep purple cape with black stitching around the borders.

Next to it was a small cake, he could tell it was BlackBerry- his favorite.

Cloud jumped back as the three fairies all yelled surprise from their place in the kitchen. They came forward to embrace the boy. Cloud had completely forgotten about his birthday. " what have you done?" He said happily appraising the material of the clothes. Certainly the fabric was not cheap.

" it's your sixteenth birthday and we knew we needed to do something extra special." Janus said.

Patton smiled sadly as he pulled out a second chair to have him sit. " Cloud- I mean Virgil, we also did all this because there's something we need to tell you."

Now he was concerned. They usually didn't call him Virgil unless it was very serious. " alright, what is it?"

" well kiddo, what I'm about to say may come as a surprise. It's not the kind of thing one hears every day, and I suppose we should have told you a bit sooner but we wanted..."

" YOU'RE A PRINCE!" Remus blurted out from behind them. The other two whipped their heads to glare at him.

" crashed that carriage, didn't we Remus?" Janus said

" blue was rambling. Better to just rip it off like a wound dressing!" Everyone including Virgil groaned at that imagery.

" wait, so I'm a Prince." He said as if testing the words on his lips.

" yes. You are the only son and heir of his majesty, king Thomas. I know this is all a lot to take in."

Virgil looked back to the outfit. It's grand appearance suddenly making sense. He shook his head laughing to himself " I wonder how he'll take that News"

"Wonder how who'll take that news?" The fairies all asked.

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck." Oh, well, a man happened through the forest where I was, I was practicing my fighting, but only with a stick. He jumps out of the bushes and wants to duel. But he was just playing" now Virgil was rambling trying to push his innocence.

"What else did you do?" Patton asked cautiously.

" He took me on a ride through the woods on his horse, we talked a lot. He also taught me to dance. We spun so much that I'm still a little dizzy" he said with a smile. " he's coming back tomorrow."

Patton recognized the look Virgil had. He had definitely fallen in love with him. Which would make this next part of the conversation harder.

" Virgil..Unfortunately we won't be here after today. We promised to we would bring you back to the castle tonight."

Virgil was upset. " are you sure we couldn't wait until tomorrow so I could explain to him. I'm sure he mind me being a Prince." Janus stepped forward " son, I'm afraid that's not possible. you see A part of being a Prince is that when you were born, you were also betrothed to another Prince from an allied kingdom, Prince-"

Now Virgil was mad " I don't care what his name is. How could anyone force or even expect anyone, let alone a Prince to marry someone they've never met!"

Remus lightly placed his hand on his arm " now cloud-"

Virgil shook him off. " no! You don't get to call me that anymore. You keep this information from me my whole life. Then expect me to be okay with this. I don't know the first thing about being a Prince. I don't want to go." Tears streamed down his cheeks as he fled from the room. Patton Janus and Remus stood around wondering what to do to help their Prince.

PART 3:

#thomas sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders

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aliveanddrunkonsunlight · 5 years ago

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If anyone is owning the 2019 Emmy Awards, it's Gwendoline Christie. Not only did the Game of Thrones actress submit herself for an award (and score a nomination because of it), but she also showed up looking like an absolute queen—and we mean that literally.

On Sunday, Christie walked the red carpet in a look that made her look more like a Lannister than a Tarth. Her satin, long-sleeved gown came complete with a draped neck, sequin- and bead-embroidered trimmed, and two lion-head medallions.

The whole ensemble was plucked from Gucci's Cruise 2020 collection, down to the accessories: Christie wore chandelier metal earrings with an aged gold finish, triple0wrap rings in 18-karat yellow gold, along with a five-band ring in 18-karat yellow gold, white and black diamonds, and red topaz, according to a statement from the brand. -Glamour

God bless Gwendoline Christie, who came to the Emmys dressed to give everyone a religious experience. The Game of Thrones actress, who is nominated for outstanding supporting actress in a drama series for her work as Brienne of Tarth, stepped on the carpet in a red and white gown. -Elle

So I'm guessing that it's officially pretty safe to say that when you die, Gwendoline Christie is the very first face you'll see once you're granted access to heaven. And honestly, it makes HUGE sense. I am dead! Deceased! Shook! It's Gwendoline's house of worship, and we're all just living in it. Goodbye. -Cosmopolitan

She had the sheer NERVE to show up to the 2019 Emmys Red Carpet looking like an actual PAINTING -BuzzFeed

The best supporting actress in a drama series category of this year's Emmy Awards is stacked, but Gwendoline Christie managed to set herself apart early on, by submitting her own name. (Somehow, HBO managed to overlook her masterful role on Game of Thrones as Brienne of Tarth.) Then, on Sunday night, just before the awards kicked off, the 40-year-old actress distinguished herself again when she stepped onto the red carpet—an event that was the awards show equivalent of the second coming of Christ.

That was in part, of course, thanks to Christie's star power, but mainly thanks to her choice of a majestic red-and-white Gucci ensemble that trailed behind her on the floor. Like the house's creative director, Alessandro Michele, it made Christie look like Jesus—that is, if Jesus wore bright red lipstick instead of a beard. (And could spare the expense towards silver embroidery and gold sequins.) -W Magazine

The cream and burnt red floor-length boatneck satin gown featuring gold embroidery, sequins, beading and lion head metal medallion hardware has a medieval aesthetic, fitting for a knight. She paired the look with gold leather high heel sandals, dramatic aged-gold dangle earrings, and triple wrap Ouroboros rings (all by Gucci) accompanied by a wet-look wave hairstyle.

"Today’s inspiration for Gwen’s Emmys [hair] look was her gown!" says Tresemmé hairstylist, John D. "The look was regal and inspirational. The gown had a medieval vibe so we wanted the hair to feel fresh and modern to balance out the medieval vibes. We opted for a “wet” sculpted look with naturally undone texture through the ends." -The Hollywood Reporter

Christie breezed into the event about halfway through the carpet broadcast, and stopped everyone in their tracks. The gown is undoubtedly regal and, on top of the apparent Game of Thrones nods, definitely gives off Roman goddess vibes as well. She topped off the look with gold jewelry that complemented the metallic details on the gown, plus deep red lipstick and curly hair that helped emphasize the who am-i-an-actor-or-a-medieval-queen situation.

Can you even with this entire look? It's not something everyone could rock with such confidence, but on Christie it looks completely natural. Most people on Twitter immediately connected it to her GoT character (and Brienne's relationship with Jaime Lannister): After all, the Lannister coat of arms features a golden lion on a crimson seal that's basically the exact color scheme of the actor's Emmys outfits. Others, however, thought the look was more Jesus-esque or, as one user put it, "my Catholic guilt in Gucci." Either way, everyone wants to join whatever religion Christie's spearheading. -Bustle

While Christie looked nothing short of heavenly, wearing loose blonde waves and a bold red lip, her cream and red dress with matching embroidered cape was definitely a statement, one which seemed to say, "Who cares if Bran won the Iron Throne because what's a king to a god?" -Allure

Viewers were stunned by Christie's one-of-a-kind red carpet look. Could anyone other than this fashion-forward star pull off this outfit? -Harper’s Bazaar

Gwendoline Christie Arrived at the Emmys and the Internet Said: "SHESUS CHRIST" -Yahoo

All Hail Gwendoline Christie Superstar -Vulture

#BLESS #gwendoline christie #brienne of tarth #emmys 2019 #game of thrones #this goddess

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cerealjam · 4 years ago

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King k rool vs bowser

Lucifer: Mario and donkey kong probably the most well known Nintendo charcters

Sapphire: but where not here to talk about them but instead there reptilian king rivals bowser the Koopa king

Lucifer: and king k rool the kremlimg king

Sapphire: it's are job to analysis there weapons armor and skill to find out who would win a fiction beatdown

Lucifer: king bowser Koopa or just bowser is a giant monstrous fire breathing turtle and has been marios arch enemy since the beginning

Sapphire: and by beginning we mean as babys there rivalry started over yoshi because bowser wanted to ride him but mario already was

Lucifer: how do you go from wanting to ride a green dinosaur to conquering galaxy and kidnapping princess

Sapphire: no idea but back on track bowser has been kidnapping peach for years and he's failed many times

Lucifer: you'd think I giant turtle capable of surviving black holes and super novas would be able to defeat a plumber

Sapphire: well marios no weakling anyway but where here to focus on bowser

Lucifer: he attacks using his fire breath and swiping with his claws and even his shells back a good punch

Sapphire: plus he's strong enough to lift his intire castle and even beat a much more powerful version of himself

Lucifer: he's conqured galaxys took over peaches castle at one point hell there's been a few times where he nearly won but mario always had some kinda help during those times

Sapphire: as we mentioned a bit before he has survived black holes super novas being crushed, you may think after all he's done he's some mindless monster well that's not the cause

Lucifer: as we've seen in the rpg game he'd shown some remorse about genos death and when his castle got taken over by fawful he was furious his minions where brain washed

Sapphire: plus he loves his son and the Koopa lings and will do anything to be the best dad he can

Bowser: Bow before Bowser, or feel my wrath!

Lucifer: king k rool is the leader of the kremlings in fact he's not even really a king he's actually a pirate captain

Sapphire: isn't he a scientist to....?

Lucifer: i think he likes dressing up in different outfits to feel more powerful but he still leads the kremlings either way

Sapphire: this whole rivalry started with kongs when he stole there banns hoards

Lucifer: why would a crocodile need a hoard of bananas

Sapphire: for smoothies i presume but odd goals aside this crocodile isn't so ordinary he's a massive power house being able to find each member of the king family even all at once

Lucifer: he's a cunning pirate and a expert boxer his crown is made of solid gold and his belly can be used to block and reflect projectiles but it can crack if enough force hits it

Sapphire: over the years he survived several harsh beatings from the kongs he's survived falls from his mountain abd has even been attacked by sharks and survived

Lucifer: he matches donkey kong in strength and king is able to punch a moon making the highest force of punch 3000 megatons and finnaly his ultimate weapon the blast-O-matic capable of wiping out and intire island

Sapphire: but even with all this k rool is mentally unstable and abusive and that massive blood shot eye gives him constant pain making him more angry and unstable

Lucifer: alright the combatants are set it's time for a fiction beatdown!

*k rool and his crew are sailing through bowers kingdom in there blast-O-matic*

Kremling: SIR! there's a castle in the way what should we do

K rool: fire the blast-O-matic at yiu morons!

Kremling: but but sir it needs to charge up besides this is the home of a horrid king

K rool: a king you say! Well no one is better than k rool start charging the blast-O-matic i won't be long

Bowser: keep your eyes on JR minions i think I need to deal with this guy! *leaves his castle*

K rool: so you've come out you false king bowser down before a true kung KING K ROOL

bowser: *gives him a annoyed stare and just punches him and k rool goes flying

K rool: I'll have your throne!!!

FIGHT!

K rool: *charges at bowser and hits him with his belly*

Bowser: *blocks the attack launching back a few feet and when he recovers theres a giant blunder buss shot coming at him*

K rool: block that turtle!

Bowser: *catches it and throws it back* catch!!

K rool: that won't work *reflects the shot with his belly*

Bowser: *jumps over the shot and breaths fire down on k rool*

*K rool gets scorched from the flames leaving his cape torn and burnt*

K rool: *come down and face me head on*

Bowser: *goes into his shell and Flys down to crush k rool*

K rool: *jumps out of the way and puts on boxing gloves* come on hand to hand

Bowser: fine by me it's show time!

*bowser and k rool start boxing each other exchanging blows back and forth blood and a few teeth go flying*

Bowser: *throws a hard punch*

K rool: *blocks it with his belly* now bow down! *punches bowser as hard as he can*

Bowser: *goes flying into the lava*

K rool: looks like my work here is dine

Kremling: what about the blast-O-matic my lord?

K rool: just destroy the castle with it i don't need it this truly was my FINEST HOUR!

*theres a loud eruption sound as bowser flew out of the lava and landed in front of k rool* YOU DARE MAKE A FOOL OUT OF THE KOOPA KING! *slashes and chomps at k rool beating him to a bloody pulp and finishes of his beat down by scorching k rool with his fire breath*

K rool: fire the blast-O-matic Now!

Kremling: but sir it'll hit you!

K rool: trust me!

*the blast-O-matic fires*

K rool: *activates his propeller and Flys away* see ya later *mockingly salutes to bowser*

**the blast-O-matic hits bowser and blows up his intire castle**

K rool: *laughs triumphly* I did it i win!

*a rock gets thrown at k rool to get his attention*

K rool: WHAT!!

bowser: after awhile crocodile *punches k rool at full force*

K rool: *trys to block it with his belly but it shatters sending him flying towards the weaponized ship* impossible im king k rool i can't be beaten! NOT IN MY FINEST HOUR!! **smashes through his ship and right into the blast-O-matic power source and it explodes and sinks into the lave below**

Bowser: *brushes off his hand and raises his fist in victory*

K.O

Sapphire: wow that was awesome make them fight again!

Lucifer: even though these reptilian king are both power houses this was a fairly easy win for bowser

Sapphire: bowser has survived much worse things than an island destroying laser he's been cimptely crushed he's even swam in lava and boiling water that laser was bassicly getting a tan

Lucifer: k rool did fight well his endurance and strength alone helped in last longer than a few minutes i say he's lucky his final death was possibly quick

Sapphire: the winner his bowser!

#mario #bowser #nintendo #fiction beatdown #donkey kong #king k rool #undertale #mettaton #hatsune miku

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primus3510 · 4 years ago

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Castle AU Sander Sides 3!

I am so sorry that it has been a while since I last posted. I have been working hard in school and have also been distracted with other things.

Reminder! The chapter after this (comes in 2 parts) is the one with a lot of angst, so please go read the warnings that I posted. Stay safe.

This is not a super angsty fic. This chapter is a short filler between the angst and the chapter before. Hope you enjoy!

Story 3: Outings and Friends

Roman jumped through the window. Gravity took charge and he fell onto the grass below. Tonight did not go as planned. He was almost caught by some guards and had to make up plan B, which included nearly breaking all of the bones in his body.

‘What a fun night.’ The prince thought to himself. He headed down the village. Most of the village was dark, except for a few houses. The young prince started walking, his feet crunching on the pebbles and cracked or broken rocks on the path way. He recognized the ally where Virgil had come from.

He didn’t hate Virgil for doing what he did. Yes, his words hurt Roman. Badly. But he now, after lots of thinking, understood why he did what he did. Roman is associated with Pride. He is his son after all, even though he doesn’t like to admit.

Pride was never a real father. He wast too busy being the boss of everyone. When he was a father, he expected Roman to be like him. He didn’t like when Roman daydreamed for hours on end, or read a fictional book instead of something like history or a dictionary.

A lot of people, including Roman (secretly) didn’t like the king. He was mean and cruel.

Roman continued to walk down the light walkway. The crickets chirped, making a sort of music with him. Roman didn’t think to bring his headphones or his phone with him. Plus he wanted to be able to hear Patton’s voice, not having to worry about turning on his music.

After hours of searching, Roman gave up. He went home that night, sad and betrayed. Sad that he didn’t get to hear Patton’s voice another time. Roman continued going back to village, trying to find the blue-caped man but he was nowhere to be found.

‘Maybe Virgil is not letting him. Maybe he is in danger somewhere and you can’t do anything about it.’ His head spoke. Roman pushed away the thoughts and continued coming back. Again and again and again.

He never knew that what was about to happen would change his life forever.

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tssfanficboyo · 5 years ago

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Rotting Corpses Don’t Stay Dead

The dead, rotting leaves were squashed under the boots of two figures hidden by the forest’s shadow. Although there was no day-night cycle in the Imagination, the forest had become darker and thicker the farther the two had ventured.

“Where the hell are we going, Deceit?” one complained loudly to the other, “My feet hurt, and this place is getting… weird.”

Deceit ignored him, choosing to study the trees instead. Although he wasn’t an expert by any means, Deceit thought they were all in unhealthy states. Some looked half-burnt, others half-diseased, and still others were little more than stumps.

“Hey, listen to me when I’m talking to you!” Desire, his companion, snapped.

Deceit sighed.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of a few trees,” he said with a sweet smirk.

That shut him up. For a minute.

“I’m not scared,” he muttered, “This place is just shitty…” He growled in annoyance and pushed his hair back with his fingers. “What the hell are we even doing here? Fear utterly wrecked the place ages ago; there’s nothing left to find!”

Deceit didn’t say anything. Desire took this as a personal attack.

“Well? Answer me, shithead!”

Deceit hissed quietly. If his current task didn’t require backup, he would have left Desire to his soda and comics. As it was, however…

“Desire, do you remember what I told you about the new Side?”

“What, the Prince-guy? What about him?”

“He was created out of the,” he rolled his eyes before saying, “good parts of the King.”

“Yeah, so?” Desire glanced away. They were approaching a sensitive subject. “The rest of the King is dead. Fear killed him.” He tried to be nonchalant. The last thing he wanted was to care about the other Sides’ stupid drama.

“Maybe,” Deceit said, “Something tells me Sides aren’t so easily… destroyed.” Both his and Desire’s eyes darkened.

“What about,” Desire’s voice dropped to a whisper, “The Old Ones? The King, Mr. Think…”

“Papa Heart,” Deceit finished, catching his reluctance. “No, they may be dead, but they have not been destroyed. They have simply been… recycled.” An ironic smile twisted the serpentine features on his face. “Yes… recycled.”

Desire glanced around at the trees, which seemed to be closing in on them, as slow as decay.

“Are you trying to tell me,” Desire swallowed dryly, “That all the parts Fear tried to destroy - it’s all gonna reform into another Side?”

“Finally, so glad you could join us,” Deceit chuckled.

Desire growled and shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Great,” he muttered, “another dumbass taking up space.”

Deceit made no comment, and for once Desire kept his lips closed.

They walked in silence for a while; the leaves squishing under their feet; the trees creeping closer and closer, until suddenly, they found themselves in a clearing.

Dark, threatening clouds swirled around above them. The trees had formed a tight ring, branches even interlocking to prevent escape. And in the middle of it all, a black, brick tower stood tall, proud, and intimidating. Lightning crashed, blinding the two momentarily. Where it struck, a pile of flesh appeared, emitting a dank, moist odor.

“Oh my god,” said Desire. Deceit inched closer, only for a hand to fly out and grab his arm.

“Are you crazy?” Desire yelled as a blast of thunder shook their eardrums.

“It’s not real; we’re in the Imagination!” Deceit yelled back. Rain started to pour in sheets.

“I don’t care! This place is cursed as hell and we’re leaving!”

Maniacal laughter echoed in the clearing. Desire let out a high-pitched scream. The pile of flesh started to gather, twisting and slithering on the ground until it was vaguely in the shape of a man. Another bolt of lighting hit it, and when the light dissipated, it was standing arms outstretched, head thrown back.

Horrible, spine-tingling, maniacal laughter filled the air.

“I live!” he cried in a voice so strange and foreign.

“That’s not a Side!” Desire yelped, cowering behind Deceit.

“Yes, it is!” Deceit hissed. He stood determined.

The new Side stood, basking in his own glory for a minute. Deceit and Desire exchanged glances.

When they looked back, he was right in front of Deceit. Desire screamed and hid under Deceit’s cape. Deceit swallowed hard.

“Hello,” he said quietly.

“Hi! Who are you?” The Side had a mustache, bright yet sunken eyes, and a streak of white hair. He leaned very close to Deceit, who caught a whiff of his odor. It was nothing short of repulsive, and he wrinkled his nose.

“I am Deceit,” he said, “Who-”

“And who is this?” the Side interrupted him and bent down to look at Desire.

“Desire,” Deceit said hurriedly, “Who-!”

“Listen here, you little shit!” Desire cried as he leapt up, interrupting Deceit, “I will fuck your sorry ass up if you even think of doing, uh, shit, whatever it is you do!”

The Side blinked slowly, never ceasing to smile.

Deceit waited a moment.

“Well, then, who are you?” he finally got to ask, tapping the side on his shoulder. The Side’s eyes darted to Deceit before he abruptly shifted the rest of his body.

“Me?” he asked with wide eyes. “I! Am!” He twirled around, looking for something, much to the confusion of the other Sides. Suddenly he dove forward, grabbing a stray black brick. He was now covered in mud and had somehow tore his shirt.

“This brick!” he cried triumphantly.

“N- no. No, you’re not,” Deceit said with a sigh. The Side was now trying to eat the brick he said was himself, breaking several teeth. “You’re one of Thomas’ Sides,” he tried.

The Side cocked his head to the side and looked at him.

“Who’s Thomas?”

Time stopped. Deceit and Desire were shocked speechless.

“Thomas!” Deceit screeched, “The man whose mind we are a part of! He is - quite literally - everything!”

“I told you he wasn’t a Side, I told you, I told you!” Desire babbled, shaking his head back and forth, grabbing fistfuls of his own hair in distress.

Deceit was too caught up to correct him.

“How the hell do you not know who Thomas is?” he demanded out of the Side. The Side only shrugged.

“I don’t even know who I am, and you expect me to know some dude named Thomas? Plu-ease.” He flicked his wrist at them.

“Some dude-!” Deceit’s voice cracked.

“Hey what if I stuck this brick up my butt?” the Side said suddenly.

The others looked at him like he was an alien. He smiled mischievously.

“I’m gonna do it.”

“No don’t-!”

Several minutes and too many gross suggestions later, the three of them sat in the new Side’s tower around a small stone table as he played with a morning star he had conjured.

Deceit had conjured a cup of tea, but found that every few minutes he had to replace it. The Side’s influence worked hard to ruin anything nearby in the most disgusting way.

Desire sat backward, resting his chin on his arms folded on his chair. He had a cigarette between his teeth that just sat there, a trail of smoke rising from it.

“So,” Deceit said after he finally calmed his nerves, “What is it that you do?”

The Side shrugged.

“Whatever I want, I guess.”

Deceit glanced at Desire, but soon returned to the Side.

“If you were to describe yourself in one word, what would it be?” he asked.

The Side bit his lip as he rocked back and forth.

“Hmm. An artist!” he said, thrusting his morning star in the air.

Deceit narrowed his eyes and conjured his notebook. To write in it, he also conjured another hand. The Side ogled at his third hand and summoned another leg for himself.

“Wow!” he exclaimed.

“Hm, yes. Pay attention, please,” Deceit said. The Side huffed, but the new leg disappeared.

“What do you think of the name ‘King Creativity’?” Desire suddenly chimed in sullenly. Deceit shot him a look.

Remus stopped abruptly, mouth open in a frozen smile, eyes wide and unmoving.

“ … I am the second born,” he said, staring straight ahead, like he was reading from a script, “Roman is Prince of the Mind Palace, but I am the Duke, the Duke of Creativity and Imagination. I may be banished but I will return. And I, Remus, will wreak havoc on those who dared to disgrace me.”

A heavy silence settled over the room.

The Side, Remus, was silent and unmoving. This disturbed Deceit far more than when he was active. The cigarette dropped Desire’s parted lips. He raised his eyebrows and sat back.

“Well,” he said, breaking the silence, “That answers that question.”

Deceit swallowed and nodded.

“Yes… it does.”

Remus blinked quickly a few times and then leapt up onto the table.

“What if I burned down the forest!” he cried with a maniacal laugh that restored him to his former insanity.

“Don’t care what you do as long as you do it far, far away from me,” Desire said, standing up, and giving Deceit a curt wave. “Ciao,” and he sunk out.

Deceit stood up and looked once more at Remus, who had conjured a comically massive flamethrower. He sighed and sank out, leaving the Duke to his ideas and his tower.

#sanders sides #ts sides #sanders sides fic #ts fic #3to6+1 #deceit sanders #janus sanders #ts deceit #ts janus #remus sanders #ts remus #orange side #ts orange side #desire sanders #ts desire #character!thomas #thomas sanders

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supergirlspurgatory · 6 years ago

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Prompt: Alex takes care of Lena after she rescues her from L-Corp (the sneak peek)

Oh geez, I haven’t taken a prompt in ages. But it would be really good to do a warm-up, especially considering ya girl is planning to work on the next chapter of ‘The Cape’ for sure and possibly the next chapter of Thanksgiving Date for Hire this weekend.

_________

Alex stands in the expansive hallway of an apartment building that is way out of her pay grade, even considering the pay raise she had gotten when she was promoted to DEO Director.

She raises her hand to knock on the door.

Then she drops it.

Should she be here?

Is she even close enough friends with Lena, that it’s not going to be weird for her to check on her?

Maybe not.

But, Kara is halfway around the world dealing with her Russian counterpart.

And even if she and Lena aren’t super close, someone tried to kill her sort of friend today, again. Not to mention, she knows Lena well enough to know that even though she promised she would have the cut that she got on her arm during the scuffle checked out, that she most definitely did not, and is probably just treating it with a bottle of top-shelf scotch.

Which is really appealing.

Not to mention, before Kara ‘up, up, and awayed’ she made Alex promise that she would check on Lena.

How the hell did she end up getting talking into babysitting her little sister’s girl crush?

Alex takes a deep breath and bites the bullet. She raps on the door three quick times.

She counts to ten.

No one answers.

She doesn’t hear any movement on the other side of the door.

She raises her fist and raps on the door 3 more times, a little harder this time.

She stands silently for about 10 more seconds. Just when she’s about to pull out her phone and try to decide if she’s going to try and track Lena, she hears some movement. Someone tripping maybe. Definitely, someone tripping as she can her Lena whisper-shout a soft ‘Fuck!’.

She waits another couple of seconds.

‘Lena!’ She shouts through the door. ‘I know you’re in there. I heard you cuss.’

‘Fine. I’m coming.’ She hears Lena yell through the door and moments later the door swings half open.

She is hiding the left side of her body behind the door.

So Alex was right. Lena definitely had not had the cut checked out.

‘Alex!’ Lena says as she slips on the fakest smile Alex has ever seen. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘Oh, not a lot.’ Alex says, ‘Just thought I’d drop by and say hey.’

‘Kara made you promise to come check on me, huh?’

‘Uhmmmm.’ Alex thinks about trying to deny it. But before she continues Lena speaks up.

‘So that’s a yes.’ Lena says.

‘Yup.’

‘Well. You checked on me. I’m here. I’m fine. You don’t have to stick around.’ Lena says, moving to push the door shut.

Alex almost lets her.

But instead, she thrusts her hand out, using her DEO muscle to stop Lena from shutting the door.

‘Nope, I’m not going.’ Alex says. And then she lifts the bag slung over her shoulder. ‘Plus, I brought my medical kit to check out your arm.’

‘Oh that. I already had it checked out. It’s fine. You can seriously go.’ Lena tries again, but when she gives the door a gentle shove, it is proved fruitless as Alex is still holding it open with her hand.

‘No, you didn’t.’ Alex says.

‘How do you know that?’ Lena asks.

‘You’re hiding your arm behind the door.’ Lena looks down at Alex’s explanation.

‘Oh. I guess you’re right.’ Lena says it with a little laugh, and that’s when Alex notices. Lena is definitely a little drunk.

‘Alright superstar,’ Alex starts. ‘Are you going to let me in or what?’

‘Fine,’ Lena relents and swings the door open.

And oh, that's a lot of blood soaking through the sleeve of Lena’s sweater on her bicep.

‘So you didn’t do anything about your arm at all, I see.’ Alex says, trying to be casual.

‘I don’t know what to tell you Alex. I’ve kind of had a stressful day.’ Lena starts. ‘You know, my brother trying to kill me, again, finding out my best friend is an alien, finding out that I accidentally split said best friend in half with a rock that I was dicking around with from her home planet, finding out that my best friend’s other half has been lowkey stalking me, I’ve been a little busy thinking about all of that, wasn’t really too worried about the blood.’

Alex looks over Lena’s shoulder and sees a bottle of Scotch on the counter, mostly empty.

‘Lena was that bottle new today.’ She asks gesturing at it.

‘Oh no.’ Lena responds. ‘I’m not that productive. It was half full.’

That’s better, not much better, but better none the less, Alex thinks.

‘Alright kiddo, let's see that arm.’ Alex says leading Lena over to her counter and sitting her down. ‘Take the sweater off.’

And Lena does.

And oh, Alex was not expecting that.

Lena is just wearing a bra under it.

This is fine.

Alex is just a lesbian, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be professional.

And her cheeks definitely are not flaming red.

She sets her medical kit on the counter and opens it up. She pulls out some gauze pads, a suture kit, a vial of lidocaine, and a syringe.

‘Nope.’ Lena all but shouts.

Alex looks up and sees Lena jumping off of the stool and making her way across the room.

‘What’s wrong superstar?’ Alex asks, and then looks down at her set up, and sees the syringe and needle. ‘Oh, you don’t do needles, huh?’

‘No, I most certainly do not.’ Lena says. ‘Anyway you can do this without that?’

‘Depends, you think you can handle being stabbed like 29 times?’ Alex replied.

‘Oh.’ Is all Lena says.

Alex tries to think of something to distract Lean with. And that’s when she comes up with it. She pulls out her phone and starts to swipe through her videos.

‘You know what the chubby bunny challenge is?’ She asks.

Lena looks at her with confusion.

‘It’s when you stuff marshmallows in your mouth and say chubby bunny with each new mallow.’ Alex explains. ‘I have a video of Kara doing it.’

Lena’s face lights up.

‘Gimme.’ Lena says and makes grabby hands at Alex’s phone as she comes back across the room and settles back on the stool she had vacated.

Alex queues up the video and hands it over.

As Lena watches the video, Alex makes quick work of the lidocaine and the suture kit.

As she stitches Lena up, she glances up to make sure she’s still distracted by the video. Apparently, she wasn’t paying much attention to what Lena was doing, because the video was over, and Lena was paging through the other video’s she had saved of her sister.

‘Is she bench pressing a Humvee in this video?’ Lena asks Alex with wide eyes.

‘Oh, yeah, keep watching it. She ends up balancing it on her pointer finger at the end.’ Lena’s eyes get wide and she looks back down at the phone.

Alex finishes up the stitches and wraps Lena’s arm with a bandage.

‘Do you have an Apple TV?’ Alex asks and Lena nods, ‘I could show you other Kara videos if you want.’

‘Yes, please.’ Lena says and leads her to the living room where there is a giant tv and a sectional couch that may as well be a king sized bed with how deep it is.

They settle into the cushions and Alex starts to play one video after another. Explaining the goofy antics that Kara had gotten them into. There are the videos of Kara demolishing one food challenge after another on the cross country road trip they took last summer. A series of videos that feature Alex throwing herself off of great heights, everything from bridges to buildings, and Kara catching her every time. There are at least 6 different videos of Kara pretending to a food critic as she samples weird ice cream flavors. Lena laughs delightedly at every video.

Before Alex knows it, her lap is full of Lena’s head and she is carding her fingers through the younger girl’s hair.

That’s when it hits Alex, it’s kind of nice to play big sister to someone who isn’t nearly invincible.

After playing 4 different videos showcasing Kara, at DisneyWorld, fawning over princesses, Alex looks down and sure enough, Lena has fallen asleep.

Alex grabs the remote that Lena had left on the couch next to them and switches the tv to Netflix, settling in on a documentary about conspiracy theories.

A few hours later, when Alex feels her self nodding off, she is shaken awake by her phone vibrating on her chest. She picks it up and see’s that it’s Kara.

‘Hey, Sis, what’s up?’ Alex asks answering the call.

‘I just got home. Wanted to see if you checked in on Lena.’

‘Sure did. I’m still over here.’ Alex tells her.

‘Oh good. Is she okay?’ Kara asks.

‘She is now. Passed out cold after watching approximately 72 different videos featuring you.’ Alex tells her.

‘Oh cool. Um, did you talk about the Supergirl thing at all?’ Kara asks.

‘Not really. I mean she said something about it. But she was pretty drunk when I got here. And upset. I stitched up her arm and distracted her.’ Alex tells her. ‘I think you should come over here. Be here when she wakes up.’

‘Okay, I’ll be there shortly.’ And Kara and hangs up the phone.

Alex looks down at the screen. ‘Rude.’ She whispers at it, in reference to Kara hanging up, but before she even gets her phone set back down, she sees movement on the balcony. Apparently, by shortly Kara meant, .03 seconds.

Her little sister lets herself in, and when the door opens, Lena rouses from her sleep. She sits up and see’s Kara walking into the living room.

‘You came home.’ Lena says in a sleep-ridden slur. And like she did with Alex’s phone a couple hours ealier, she makes grabby hands for Kara. Who of course obliges and is at Lena’s side in mere moments.

‘Of course, I did. Was worried about you.’ Kara says as she suddenly has her arms full of Luthor.

With that, Alex decides maybe it’s time to take her leave, and moves to stand up.

But, before she can get even a step away, she is being pulled back down to the couch by Lena who has wrapped her hand around Alex’s wrist.

‘Don’t go.’ Lena says in a haze. ‘Want to have the best Lex here in the moring too.’

Alex decided there is no saying no to that, and settles back on the couch. Next to Kara, who has Lena craddled in her lap.

She would leave, but Lena’s moved her hand from Alex’s wrist and has laced their fingers together.

Her back is going to hate her for this in the morning.

_____

Listen, I feel like the prompt was supposed to be AgentCorp, and yes, I lowkey ship it, and will read it, I am not capable of writing it, because SuperCorp owns my ass.

Also, this is soft as hell and I just want a sister like Alex. Or to be a sister like Alex. I don’t really care one way or the other.

#Supercorp #Lena Luthor #Supergirl #Alex Danvers #Kara Danvers #This is soft and I make no apologies #I love the idea of Alex being big sis #hope you like it #also #I just HC that the Danvers sister do tons of stupid shit and alway record it #I did not proofread this #might post to AO3 later #Anonymous

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changingourdestiny · 5 years ago

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Coronation Part 3: Long Live the Queen

Summary:

With Marcia sealed in a mysterious Taken dome and a surprise Taken attack, the Dark Ops find themselves caught between a rock and a hard place. Meanwhile, Marcia speaks to Paragon for the first time in centuries.

Previous Part: Here

Next Part: Here

“I’m starting to see why the Vanguard sealed this place off. This is like Mega-Gambit!” Blaze called out as she fired a few round at a Taken Legionary before muttering, “Here’s hopin’ Drifter doesn’t get any ideas…” Rae lobbed a Solar grenade at a group of Taken Thralls, “This makes no sense. First they were nowhere and now there’s loads of them!” “Maybe they planned an ambush?” Adam suggested as he rammed into a group of Taken Dregs before shooting his pulse rifle at a Taken Knight. “There’s no way the Taken are that smart!” Cayde replied as he activated his Golden Gun and struck down a group of Taken Goblins in seconds flat, “Plus, even if they were, how’d they know we were comin’?” “True.” Adam agreed as he fired a rocket at the Taken Knight, dealing the final blow to it as it dropped its sword. “I’m borrowin’ this!” Drifter grabbed the sword and rushed up to the Taken dome that had surrounded Marcia. “Uh, Drifter? I don’t think that’s a-” Rae went to warn Drifter but was cut off as Drifter took a swing at the dome with the sword. But as soon as the blade made contact with it, an invisible blast of energy was emitted from the dome, causing Drifter to go flying backwards. “…idea.” Rae finished as she sighed and fired a few fiery projectiles from her palm at a Taken Acolyte. “What the hell’s goin’ on in there…?” Drifter muttered as he glared at the dome. Meanwhile… Marcia faced Paragon with a surprised expression before looking to the side awkwardly, “So…I, uh…haven’t heard from you in a few centuries…” “You haven’t needed me in a few centuries.” Paragon replied, “Nor did I need to interfere with your life…well, until now.” “Not gonna lie here.” Marcia began, “I may have thought you abandoned me.” “Why would I do that?” Paragon asked, cocking her head to the side. Marcia just pointed to her corrupted arm. “Oh, Marcia…” Paragon chuckled softly, “I wouldn’t abandon you over things you can’t control. After all, it was my power that saved you.” “Wait…what?” “When you were taken, you’re body went into a limbo state – the Taken corruption and the Light you were born with fighting each other for control with the Light on the losing side. So I gave you some of mine, overpowering the corruption, but it was only enough to give you limited control of yourself. I was relived when I found out you were one of the Traveller’s chosen, even if you’re not fully trusting of the Traveller itself.” “So why are you interfering now?” Marcia asked, “Why call me here?” “Well…” Paragon began, lifting up her tail to reveal a strange orb of Taken energy balancing on it, “I saw the Taken War. I saw what Oryx did and the suffering the Taken brought to all races in the solar system. When Rae and her friends struck him down, the Taken were left without their king; without the keeper of their will. So they’ve continued to do what their king had always commanded of them – take and destroy. But I think I’ve thought of a way to turn the tides of this war against the Darkness…or at least, aid the side of Light anyway.” “I’m listening.” Marcia nodded. “You know of the Sword Logic that the Hive go by, yes? Since Rae, Blaze and Adam killed Oryx, one of them should have taken his place as king or queen. However, they didn’t, thus breaking the Sword Logic and leaving the throne open for the taking. Yet no one has claimed it, because no one had the ability to wield the powers Oryx had or knew how to achieve them. Thankfully, I was able to preserve a bit of the power here. And there is only one person I know that could wield the power without being corrupted.” “Y'mean...me?” Paragon nodded, “Marcia, Starlight of Tribe Claw, I want you to become the new ruler of the Taken. I won’t force it upon you, but this could shift things into the Light’s favour.” Marcia thought for a moment before speaking, “Why me?” “Pardon?” “Why save me? There’s nothing special about me compared to other Paragonialans. My Starlight abilities would just get passed on to another worthy Paragonialan. Why go through such lengths to bring me back?” Paragon chuckled again, “Young Marcia…you don’t give yourself enough credit. You are much more different than you realise. Think about it. While other members of your tribe were content to stay in safety, you sought dangerous. They thought they had all the answers, you knew there was so much more to know. While they shielded themselves in a bubble, you fought for their safety. They hid behind lies, while you sought out truths. Even if you were never recognised for it, you kept risking your life for your people. Not a single member of your tribe had the bravery and devotion you possess – traits you still hold to this day and carried with you when you became the leader of the Umbrialyx. You lead a group of rogues and misfits with honesty, devotion, courage and justice; the true traits of a leader…of a queen. Like I said, the choice to lead the Taken is yours, not mine. I will accept whatever answer you give me.” Marcia glanced between the orb and her arm for a moment before sighing, “The Darkness is gonna come for us anyway. It’s unavoidable.” Paragon nodded in understanding as Marcia continued, “However…even if it’s only for a while; even if it only prolongs the inevitable…I’ll protect those I care for. I refuse to keep hiding and watch more people suffer.” ——————————————————————— “GYAH!!” Rae winced in pain as a Taken Phalanx blasted her into the wall. It went to shoot at her but was stopped when a Void shield embedded itself in its head, killing it. Adam rushed forward, grabbing his shield as he went, and helped Rae back onto her feet. “Thanks, Adam.” Rae grunted. “No problem.” “Damn it!” Blaze cursed as she finished off a Taken Vandal, “There’s too many of ‘em. We can’t kill ‘em all!”

“Enough!”

A voice echoed through the court as the Taken suddenly stopped attacking at gazed at where the dome was…or once was. Cayde’s optics darted between each of the remaining Taken, “Uhh…why’d they stop attacking?”

“You guys might wanna see this…” Drifter called from behind followed by a faint tink as something metal hit the ground. Everyone turned to see what Drifter was looking at. Rae’s eyes went wide as she gasped at what she saw. Marcia’s Light-amplifier crystal was lying at her feet. She stood there, still in one piece, but she looked different. She wore a long dark purple and pink robe that was jade on the inside over a black, short-sleeved one-piece suit and had a large, pointed jade collar that reached up to her ears. The robe was sealed closed by a clasp in the shape of her insignia – a four-pointed periwinkle star with a jade curve going through it – and a periwinkle sash around her waist. A jade and periwinkle loincloth protruded from the sash that bared a completely periwinkle version of the insignia. The robe had ivory spikes curving around her sides – one pair below the sash pointing down and two pairs above it pointing upwards – and shoulder pads made of the same material. From the shoulder pads flowed a long, torn cape made out of a Taken Blight-esque material. She wore dark purple and pink gloves and dark purple, pink and jade boots with metal soles. The outfit showed her semi-corrupted markings in near-full view – parts were covered by the sleeve of her suit and her glove. In her hand was a scythe similar to the one she wielded in her Darklight form, except it was mostly greenish teal with a periwinkle dragon curled around the main pole and the insignia on the handle. The blade that was once made of silver energy with black markings was now made of Taken Blight with dark flames protruding from the top.

Marcia stared out at the Taken for a brief moment, a stern look on her face, before tapping the bottom of the scythe on the ground twice, “No fighting. The next Taken to harm a Lightbearer has me to answer to.”

Rae glanced back at the Taken and nearly did a double-take as she watched the Taken, one-by-one, kneel to Marcia. Rae turned back to Marcia who had turned her attention to her fellow Dark Ops. “So good news.” Marcia smirked, “My hunch was right, and it turned out to be outcome A.

Hail to the Taken Queen, baby!”

To Be Continued…

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Weekend Top Ten #538

Top Ten Marvel Characters I’d Like to See in the MCU

Okay, just a quick one this week. I’ve had a lot of work on and I’ve been struck down with the dreaded Covy-Ds. That’s right, like Wile E. Coyote chasing Roadrunner, the coronavirus has finally gotten me to run headfirst into a rockface with a tunnel painted on it.

So this is one I thought for sure I’d done but I can’t find it in my records. Basically, characters from the wider world of Marvel comics who have yet to make the jump to the MCU. For the most part I’ve tried to avoid characters who’ve been adapted into film before, but outside the MCU, as well as characters who we know for sure are coming. What these are, then, are some of my favourite characters, who I think would bring something cool, fresh, and unique to everyone’s favourite shared universe.

And that’s about it, really. Ten characters from Marvel comics who I think should be part of the MCU. You can’t say fairer than that, really.

Death’s Head: yes, it’s my boy. What can I say? I love him. A chrome-plated horn-headed mechanoid with a penchant for capes, he’s the sassy and sarcastic freelance peacekeeping agent who’s all business, all the time. His look might be a tough one to pull off in live-action, but his demeanour – equal parts stern and camp – and his amoral role as someone who, well, kills people for money would make him an interesting recurring antagonist, if not front-and-centre as an antihero figure. Plus his history with time travel means you could conceivably have him pop up anywhere, anywhen.

Squirrel Girl: it’s inevitable that Doreen Green will make her way to the MCU before long. She’s too funny, too sassy, her comic too knowing and arch; she’d fit right in. A girl with the proportional strength and agility of a squirrel, she’s famous for basically never losing a fight, even when fighting Thanos (seriously, if the Illuminati had a Squirrel Girl on call, their Doctor Strange would still be alive). Arguably a Squirrel Girl show might be a bit similar in tone to Ms. Marvel, but as a younger hero she could rub shoulders with the likes of America Chavez and Spider-Man, no problem.

Hercules: I figure it’s almost certain he’s due for an MCU debut, maybe as soon as July – after all, his dad, Zeus, is in Thor: Love and Thunder, played by Russell Crowe with a fantastic accent. But Herc is more Thor than Thor, if by “Thor” you mean “narcistic super-prince who gets about a bit”. In a way, he’s like a tall, stacked, hairy-chested version of Captain Jack from Doctor Who, and if there’s one thing the MCU needs it’s an intergalactic sex machine.

Dr. Doom: Doom has, of course, cropped up on the big screen before, but not in the MCU – and not in a very well-done fashion either, I’d argue. Quite why previous incarnations have seen fit to fundamentally jettison almost every unique trait of the character is beyond me. But what we have here is the king of a country who’s also a technological Iron Man-level genius who’s also a dark wizard. What’s not to love about all of that? Yes, I’m looking forward to the return of the Fantastic Four; but what I really want is a comics-accurate version of Victor Von Doom.

Galactus: speaking of Fantastic Four characters… Galactus is also one who hasn’t been done very well on screen before. Whereas Doom, I think, could be a long-running and persistent thorn in the side of the MCU – the sort of bad guy it’s good to keep around – Galactus feels like the culmination of an entire Phase. He’s a tall fella with a funny hat who rocks up to eat the Earth. That’s kind of a big deal, yeah? Perhaps some of his thunder has been stolen by the scale and Kirby-influenced weirdness of Arishem and the other Celestials, but having to get all our heroes together to stop a literal apocalypse is the stuff great Avengers movies are made of.

Lylla: this might be a deep-cut reference, but for years my only exposure to the character of Rocket Raccoon was via a miniseries by Bill Mantlo and Mike Mignola, which was reprinted as a back-up strip in the pages of the UK’s Transformers comic (making this our second Transformers connection of the week). Set on a world populated by creepy clown robots, infantilised humans, and anthropomorphic animals, Rocket kept the peace like a furry space cop. It’s a deeply trippy comic, full of on-the-nose references to the Beatles and some seriously wacky imagery. Anyway, his love interest is an otter called Lylla, and whilst she’s cool and all, it’s less her in particular I want to see than the entire “Halfworld” itself – an adaptation of this entire narrative. I wonder, after Guardians Vol. 3, whether this might be a send-off for the character of Rocket.

Arno Stark: we’re down one Stark at the moment, so who better to pick up the reins than his arsehole nephew? Now, it’s true, there’s nothing in the movies to suggest Tony Stark has any other family – in fact, I’d argue the opposite appears to be closest to the truth. So maybe he’s from another world in the multiverse? Or maybe he’s a different relation – a cousin, perhaps? Anyway, whilst Arno Stark – “Iron Man of 2020” back when that was the far future – is often viewed as a more arrogant and self-centred version of Iron Man, he’s still at his core heroic. He might work as some kind of antagonist in Ironheart. Or he could just fight Death’s Head, like in the comics. Or our next character…

Machine Man: there are already a fair few robots running around the MCU, and the surface-level similarities between Machine Man and the Vision – both synthetic beings struggling with the concept of being human – might rule this guy out. But the 1980s miniseries is a thing of beauty, especially the Barry Windsor-Smith artwork, even if its futuristic dystopian setting isn’t really possible in the MCU.

Spiderling: again, this is another one where – as much as I love the character – it’s more the world I want to see reflected on screen. Spiderling is the daughter of Peter Parker and MJ Watson, a girl with the same powers as her dad; the three of them fight crime together in the Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows series. Imagine, if you will, a Disney+ series starring Tobey Maguire and Kirsten Dunst that was based on that series? With a young actress as Annie-May Parker? It would be incredible. If Sony allowed it.

Devil Dinosaur: there’s nothing to this other than the fact that I want to see a bright red dinosaur running around the MCU. That’s it, it doesn’t go any deeper. I just want dinosaurs. Cheers.

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